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' WORRY'S USELESS BRIDGES Where Is the thrill of last night's fear? Where is the stain at last week’s tear? Where is the tooth that ached last year? Gone where the lost pins go to. For last night’s riddle is all made plain. The sunshine laughs at the loug past rain. And the tooth that ached has lost its pain— That's where our troubles go to. Where are the clothes that we used to wear? Where are the burdens we used to bear? Where is the bald head's curling hair? Gone where the pins disappear to. For the style has changed and the clothes are new, The skies are wearing a brighter bile, The hair doesn't snarl like it used to do. And the parting has grown more clear, too. Where are the bills that our peace dis tressed ? Where is the pin that the baby "bless ed ?” Where are the doves of last year’s nest? Where have the pills all gone to? On the old bills paid are new ones thrown, And the baby's at school with her pins outgrown, And the squabs are running a nest of their own— You can’t bring 'em back if you want to. We stand the smart of yesterday, To-day’s worse ills we can drive aW»y; What was and is brings no dismay For past and present sorrow. But the burdens that make us gronu and sweat, The troubles that make us fume ami fret, Are the things that haven't happened yet- • The pins we'll find to-morrow. —Robert J. Burdett. ••••«***«•**««»«**«»**«*•• • • N emesis . : : : 66V? Is easy enough to break off II with a wotuau, Jack; don’t worry so. She will take it hard for a time, but If you must break her heart sooner or later, save your owu out of the wreck If you can. After all, a woman*)* heart is hard to break. It is ‘off with the old love and on with the Dew’ with the whole sex. 1 And.” "But you don’t know the girl, Ben. She is a blamed sight too good for me. She is one of those sweet, refined girls, whose affection absorbs her whole soul, aud I know she loves me as few men are ever loved. Every look, word or ac tion tells me it is true, and. though I feel that I have made a mistake, Ben, 1 cannot tell her so.’’ ‘‘Don't tell her a thing. Jack. That Is not the way to manage a woman. Sim ply disgust her with herself. Stop send ing her Howers and kulckuacks; don't take her out so much, and when you do, praise.up some other woman to her. And, .lack, don't go over so often; tell her you are taking up a new study'or working nights. She won't believe yon, of course, but that won't matter. Make engagements and fall to keep them, or go over late, or be seized with a desire to return early. till. there are a hun dred and one ways to aid you. You can tease her a little when she is serious and be serious when she is gay. ill fact, differ with her as much as possi ble without being antagonistic, and tind fault and pick to pieces the little argu ments she may give in defense. And be as entertainingly disagreeable as you can without really appearing to lie so. 1 will wager that within a month you will lie ns free ns air. The girl will shake you. No woman can stand the pressure. I have tried It, my boy, mid 1 know. My old-time sweetheart, Fran ces Grayson,*Is now the wife of a far better man than myself, mid the happy mother of n charming boy. of course ■ he did not name the child for uie— but I did not expect It." “1 believe I will try It, old man. But I am fond of the girl in a way, mid if you hear of our marriage you can know 1 lost heart." "C’lieer up, Jnck, my boy," said Ben Mallory, w ringing Ids baud. “Love la a lottery, and Cupid is a merry little fel low when you kuow how to manage him.” Ben Mnllory and Jacf Downs had known one another but e mouth, yet In that short time had developed a firm friendship that only the contldeuee of youth can Instill. They were both strau gers In the city and brother lawyers lu the same tlrm, which added to their congeniality. Jnck was an only child, adored by bis parents, while Ben was one of a large fn tally of two marriages, whose place lu Ilin home numerous brothers mid sis ters usurped, lie had been reared by a wealthy uncle of no family, with whom he bad lived for years, returning to Ills owu home once a year for a short vaca tion. For Ida own people he cared little and seldom spoke of them, not wishing to explain their strained rela tiona. Yet If Beu Mnllory ever truly loved a being on earth he loved his ■«reel little half-sister. Kitty Kempster, Hbe was now nt college, mid had lately ceased to write to her big, handsome brother an often as was her w ont. Hen had not seen Jack Downs since their talk, though he heard from him now- and then from Illa home, whither he had gone for a rest. "I am taking your advice." lie wrote, "but the girl batt'es me. I don't know how to take her. and I feel like a confounded brute I've a uilnd to make a clean bnast of It." The next letter said: "Ben, I am free. After all. I am not happy. 1 wish I had beep square with the little girl. She let tue down bard. Mother has net her heart on my marrying an heiress lu town, but of the two the little girl suits from home. “He loved that girl and didn't know It” Beu smoothed out the [taper and read: “Kitty does not seem happy. The child uever'complains, but she always loved you,»and you might cheer her up a bit •MOTHER." “Kitty unhappy!" Ben ran his Ungers through Ids suaigbt black hair and thought hard. “It is some man," he said to himself. “1 should like to put my two bands about Ills ugly throat aud choke him, so!” aud he crushed the let ter In bls strong hands, then threw it from him impatiently. “Yes, I will go and cheer up the little girl. Poor little Kit! She is not like other girls.” Two days later Ben sat in Kitty's cozy sitting-room, with the bright fire light shining on her [tale little face, and reflecting the tears In her honest gray eyes. Ben drew her down beside him on a dlvau. “Tell me about It. litte girl,” be said. “There is not much to tell.” she whis pered, nestling close in his strong, lov ing arms, as a tired child might do when weary with play. “1 loved him, Ben. O, I did love him so! He was kind and true at first, ami then he seemed to grow moody and sullen, and often cruel. I didn’t under stand at first.” Ben shuddered ns a strange feeling of horror crept lijto Ills heart. “Go on, little girl. Ills voice sounded unsteady. “Sometimes 1 would not see him for days, and tie got so I could never de pend on him, and he uever kept his word. He could not kill my love, Ben, though I finally tried to hate Idin. But be spoiled my life and killed my respect for him, and now I despise him, thor oughly despise him—yet love him still.” Ben's face had lost Its gentle expres sion, and with stern set features be stared at the polished door. “What is bis name, and who Is he?” His hard voice startled the girl. “Jack Downs. I met him at college," answered Kitty. Ben Mallory sank back among the soft cushions, while a look of pitiable remorse crept Into his dark eyes, and the lines In his face deepened, ns with ago. Kitty crossed the room and gently stirred the coals In the open grate. The dying embers threw a shadow light on Ben's dark face ns he watched the girl. “May God forgive me,” he murmured Inaudibly. "I have broken the heart of the only creature ever given me to love. Frances, you are avenged.” Capt. 8. R. Vaughn, of Philadelphia, has r plant that grows at the rate of nine inches every twenty-four hours. This remarkable bit of vegetation Is Something that Will Interest the Ju called the “snake lily,” aud came from When It arrived in venile Members of Every Household Cochin China. —Uunint Actions and Bright Hayings America it was simply an ugly looklug of Many Cute and Cunning Children- i bulb, resembling a huge Indian turulp. It lay nearly all winter lu a dark closet, but with the approach of spring began “Papa,” asked Tommie, “Is It cow to manifest slgus of life. It was takeu ardly to strike something llttler than from its resting place aud put in a you, that can’t defend Itself?” . peach basket, with nothing about It “It Is, indeed,” replied the father. but some newspapers. Very soen a “Well, I don't kuow.” reflected Tom mie; “I don't see how we could light the mottled greeu stalk pushed out of the bulb, and in a few days had reached a gas without striking a match.” height of eight feet. Of this height the blossom, which was a beautiful dark Children of Jinny Nutloua. maroon color, comprised four feet. After the blossom had withered aud died the bulb was planted, aud from it grew a nest of great umbrella-like leaves, which reached their maturity in July and August. In September the leaves perished and left nothing but a new fat bulb. This was stored away In"a dark place, and again In the spring the bulb is brought to light to pass through its time of flower aud growth. A DEPARTMENT FOR LITTLE BOYS AND GIRLS, Wanted to See Him. AMERICAN. My flag of silk I owe to the Jap. To the Eskimo my sealskin cap. My palm leaf fan grew on Java’s trees, For crackers and rockets 1 thank the Chinese, The Indian’s land anil my own are one. Which boy do you think has the most fun? J apanese . Receives a “Flower of Helt." E. O. Downey, an attorney of Churu busco. Ind., who spent many mouths In Central America, has recently received from a friend In Guatemala one of the most wonderful species of flowers known to mankind. It Is called the "rose of hell" and grows only in the vicinity of Antigua, near the crater of the volcano of Fuego. It Is looked upon by the native Indians with a su perstitious dread and is named the “rose of hell" because It thrives better near the steaming Fuego than away from it. The Indians regard the crater of Fu ego as the doorway of the Internal re gions and this flower as being pro duced by the evil spirits associated with the demons of the sulphurous clime where the souls of the sinful all go. Tlie flower Is very deadly and when ladled Into a liquid and given to any animal death rapidly follows without pain, as quiet and peaceful as sleep. Science does not record another In stance where this wonderful flower Is fouud except In Guatemala, aud the only place ft Is found In that country Is near the doorway of the famous Fuego volcano. Several universities of this country will send after specimens of the rare flower and use ft for ex periments ami demonstration to the classes lu botany. Gift of Stationery to Soldiers A London tlrm recently sent 100,000 packets of stationery as a gift to Sauth African soldier«. health of the boy than 5 cent/ worth of sweets.—Edward Foster Temple. The Fastest Growing Lily on Record. I am a jolly, jolly, little Jap, Hear my little shoes go chip, clap, clap; When I go to school 1 leave them at the door. Nt i m rs for Crashing Ice. Then down I sit on a mat on the floor. The great and powerful ice-crushing 1 use these chopsticks when it’s time to steamers of the lakes are without ex dine, ception car ferries—that is, they trans A silk gown I wear when I’m dressed up tine. port whole trains of passengers and freight ears from one terminal of a rail way line to the other, thus controlling an important link where bridges would lie impracticable. These Ice-challenging ferries ply the straits of Mackinac, the Detroit River and across Lake Erie from the Ameri can to tin- Canadian shore. They are hug' steel-shod craft weighing several thousand tons and some of them have cost more than $;i5<i,ooo each. Fitted with propellers at either end. they crumble the lee by the pressure of their bulk as though its three or four feet were but the thickness of a cardboard. Whatever else Is wanting, adventure Is not lacking in the lives of the men who spend the months of snow aboard the majestic monsters which are to the INDIAN. lake tracks what the snowplows are to the railroad lines. A few winters since, An Indian "brave” 1 surely shall be, with a thermometer ranging from 18 to But now I’m a baby tied to a tree. 30 degrees below zero, one of the ear “Be a good papoose,” my mother will say, ferries was caught in an immense ice field on Lake Erie and floated around "And the birdies will sing to you all day." for a few months with a great mass of Then I watch the clouds in the far blue sky; Ice piled mountains high around her. A I am going to catch one by and by. portion of the crew was, of course, obliged to remain aboard and each day a couple of the men made an attempt— not always successful to go ashore lu order to secure provisions and supplies. Ofttlmes this meant a long, dreary trip across the Ice. and frequently, when a yawning chasm of dark-hued water In tervened between the shore and the edge of the Icefield, the foragers were not able to return to their Imprisoned comrades for Intervals of several days. —Self-Culture. Sometimes a man starts out to be a “That fellow la a fool.’’ murmured social lion and ends by tuaklug a goo«« Ben, as be unfolded a small missive of himself. me best.” CHILDREN’S COLUMN. AFRICAN. From a leaf of palm was woven my hat, I eat my supper on a palm-leaf mat, The food that I eat the palm trees give. Now what is my name aud where do 1 live? Five Cents’ Worth of Travel. “If you eat any more of that pud ding. Tommie, you will see the bogie man to-night.” Tommie lafter a moment’s thought)— Well, give me some more. I might as well settle my mind about the truth of the story ouce for all. BRUIN PRESSED THE BUTTON. Sylvan Scene Strangely Produced in the Baek Woods of Maine. John H. Lewis, of this city, says the Boston Globe, a photographer, who spends his summers in the region around Moosehead lake, has developed what is probably tlie only picture ever taken by a black bear, for bruin really did take tlie picture. He held the cam era, focused the thing, and pressed the button. He held the camera wrong side up, however, and Ills paws must have shaken from the looks of the priut. Last August a party of six friends from Plainfield, N. J., passed a fort night in camp ou the upper west branch, occupying tlie log cabins at Sears iligli Landing, so called. Iu so large a party there was considerable refus food, and this was dumped about a mile from the camp iu the woods. The garbage pile failed to grow, and rhe campers were "at a loss to account for its disappearance. Finally one of tlie men made up his mind to go to the scene and watch for tlié animal that came around regularly every day to feed oil the crusts of the table. He went to tlie point one morning and sat In tlie bushes aud waited. Soon he heard a noise, and In a minute or so a big black liear appeared. Then came another, aud’tinally a third. They ate all of the garbage and then went away. The Plainfield man conceived a desire to photograph the animals. He put up a Job with tlie cook, and the next morn in ; a good half bushel of truck was scattered for the benefit of the bears. The camera man loaded and cocked his machine, sought a favorite spot and waited, lie had not waited long be fore two bears lumbered out of the woods and went to Work cleaning up the potato peelings, bacon rinds, etc. Tlie num watched tlie brutes for a while, and then, slipping from behind a tree, tiptoed toward the animals, hold ing tlie camera in such a position that he could press the button when the bears saw him approaching. When within twenty feet of the animals they scented him and turned in his direc tion. The New Jersey man forgot what he was there for. He dropped the camera and lit out for camp. When he return ed he was accompanied by all the guides and their rifles. Tlie bears were gone, lint the camera was lying on the ground, not where he left It, but a dozen feet or more away. The machine showed plainly the marks of the claws of the bear, and that an exposure had been made. It was generally thought that the drop, ping of tlie camera had done the trick, but the fllm, when developed by Mr. Lewis a few days ago, showed a wood scene that could have been taken only from quite an elevation. teawwowasrw» ? ' i S Geo Ogie's Gab • 2 x • Ma Gets Pa’s Advice. Nite Before Lust when paw Come Home maw says to Him: “l’aw, 1 got suthln I want you to Tell me,” “Well,” paw says: “Speel away. I don't Spose they are eunything I Can't tell You all about.” “Two gurls wants to work Here,” maw Says, “and I wisht you’d Tell me Which one to Hire. One's a Swede gurl and one's a Ningllsh gurl. Whitcli one would you take?” “How Do I no,” says paw, “When I ain't seen them? You ot to no which is the Best.” "Tliay Seem about the Same,” maw says. “Well sposen we Flip a Penny,” says paw. “Tales fer the Swede gurl and Meds fer the other one.” “No,” maw says, “I think that's Dis- gralsfull. You got to Tell me which you'd J’aik.” So purty soon Tliay Come Baek and paw He Looked out through the crack from Behind the Door at Them while Tliay was Talkin’ to maw, aud when maw came iu paw says: “I guess you Better take the Inglish gurl.” Last nite paw Come Home Purty Tired and when we Got Set Down nt the Table maw rung tlie Bell and in come the Swead gurl. Paw He looks at Her a minit and when she went out He Says to Maw: “I Bet I uo what you’d Do if I Told you to Go and Jump iu tlie Lake.” "What?” maw ast. “You'd go away some Whair and Climb a Tree,” paw says, aud then He made a Swipe at a Fly wliat was Buz- zen around and nocked over tlie vina- gar Bottel. It was a Sad Site.—Chicago Times-Herald. FIRES GOLD BULLETS. How a Boer Warrior Is Avenging the Death of His Sons. A Paris paper publishes an entertain ing story of a man named Van Bos- boom, who is fighting with the Boers. He is said never to have missed a buck, a Kaffir, or a wild ostrich since he was 16 years of age and he is now 55. Van Bosboom lias taken a notable part in all the wars waged by the Transvaal, both against the natives and tlie En glish, afid has always scored heavily as a deadly marksman. Ever calm and phlegmatic, the most exciting moments have uever disturbed the steadiness of his nerve. Shortly after hostilities began in the present war. Van Bosboom was told that his only two sons had been killed in one of tlie early engagements. He at ouce went to his old friend, the Pres ident. and demanded to be appointed to the rauk he had held lu 1880 ami subse quently. “Have you still your famous rifle with which you did such great shooting against the Matabele?” asked the Presi dent. “Yes.” replied Van Bosboom. “Then you will need cartridges,” said tlie President, "and those you shall have." “No, President,” answered Van Bos boom. “I have plenty of cartridges. I have made some for myself. Then, drawing close to Kruger, he whispered something in his ear. It must have been astonishing, for “Oom Paul" let his pipe drop from his mouth, and all the world knows how Kruger clings to his pipe. As he hade the President good-by, the famous marksman said with a chuckle: “As it's that they come after, it's just as well to let them have it.” Then off he went to tlie front, with his rifle, ills Bilfle. and tlie regulation thirty days' provisions. Whenever the opposing forces came within sight his method of action was always tlie same. He would cautiously approach tlie ad vancing English until he found con venient cover within rifle range. Then, stretching himself at full length, he would study tlie enemy’s force until he marked a young man whose appear ance aud bearing showed him to la* 1 an officer. Upon this figure the deadly rifle was brought to bear; then, as the sharp crack raffg out and the young officer fell dead, the burgher would leap to his feet, sliout “Chamlierlain.” and Traveling German Students. then drop flat again. Once more his German students are returning to the program would be carefully carried out, medieval notion of wandering nbout and when the second officer fell Van the world. The modern Golla'rds, how Bosboom would carefully retire to safe ever, are personally conducted and cover, read a psalm, and sit smoking know beforehand precisely what their his pipe until the close of day. Journeys will cost them. Last year they In memory of his two sons the rifle visited Italy; this spring 1,500 of them was fired only twice in each fight, but will go to Constantinople and to Asia always with fatal effect. When the Minor. On tlie way they will frater- dead were collected it was always easy ulze with the Roumanian university to Identify Van Bosboom's victims, for students, who are preparing a big lodged In -their heart or brains, instead "fruhschoppen” for them In Bucharest of the usual two ounces of lead which form the Martini bullet, was to be Couldn't Just Remember. "Do you see this string around my found a bullet made of two ounces of gold.. People then understood old Kru finger?” ger's surprise and the enigmatical “Yes. sir.” “Is it a shoe-lace or a corset lace?” words Van Bosboom had used when “Looks like a black corset lace, sir." biddiug the President good-by. "Then it's a corset she wants me to The Ravage Bachelor. get her. She tied It around my finger “There is one thing I would like to this morning and told me to either bring home a pair of shoes or a corset, know.” said the Savage Bachelor. *Is that possible?” asked the Sweet I can't rememlieiswhich But now you Young Thing, with some acerbity; this have sol veil the question.” occurring at the breakfast hour, when Greater London. lovely woman la at her unsweetesL The population of greater London Is “Yes. I want to know why nearly all more than six and a half millions, of these women who have distinguished » hick but four and a half millions are themselves by a display of brains look accredited to Inner I-ondon. and about so much like men?"-Indianapolis two millions to the outer ring. The Press. whole area Is equal to a circle having a Elephant Trainers Killed. radius of nearly fifteen miles. During the last twelve months at We know a bright boy whose great longing is to travel. His parents have no means with which to gratify hint In that respect. He occasionally earn« a few pennies by selling papers aud do ing errands. Instead of spending the money foolishly, he carefully treasures It in a small iron box, which he calls hi« safe. One day, after earning 5 cents, he dropped them Into the box in the presence of a companion of about his own age. and exclaimed: “There goes 5 cents' worth of travel!" "What do you mean?" asked the other boy. "How can you travel on 5 cents?” “Five cents will carry me a mile and a half on the railroad. 1 want to see Niagara Falls before I die. I am nearly four hundred miles from them now, but every 5 cents I earn will bring them nearer, and a great many other places that are worth seeiug. I know It takes money to travel, but money Is money, be It ever so little. If I do not save the little. I shall never have the much.” Some boys squander every year the ! coat of a coveted trip to some point of | Interest Let them remember that ' every 5 cents saved means a mile and a | large bodies move slowly—also small half of the journey. Small amounts carefully kept will foot up surprising bodies when called to get up In the results at the end of the year, and al morning. Encouragement after censure la the most every doctor will testify that 5 cents' worth of travel la better for the ' sun after a shower. THIS M a N WAS BEYOND PRICt Chicago Railroader Telia How Tweed Ring Tried to Bribe Hiui. A group of men high in the railway world of Chicago were seated in one of the clubs the other night smoking and chatting. The conversation, natu rally, had drifted to railway matterà and experiences of days when all were many years younger, and some stirring tales of adventure or experiences con nected with tlie business had been re lated. Finally the youngest member of the group turned to the oldest, who had not yet contributed to the fund of anecdote, and remarked: “It’s your turn now, Mr. D----- .‘What Is the most stirring incident of your railway experience?” Mr. D----- puffed his cigar thoughtful ly while mentally be took a retrospec tive survey of the years. Then he said, slowly; “1’11 tell you, and it’s a story that I’ve never told before. It’s when 1 refused two checks—one for $50,1X10, the other iu blank, which 1 was told to All out myself. During the days of the Tweed regime in New York I was connected with the X. Y. and Z. road, one of the greatest railway corporation« in an ad jacent State. 1 was a young man, but was private secretary to the president of the road, aud he had unlimited con fidence in me. It became necessary for us to extend our terminal facilities iu New York City, aud the president put the matter entiiely in my bands. ‘Go to New York,’ lie said, ‘stay as long as is necessary, keep your mission as se cret as possible, and when you have determined upon the location and ex tent of the dockage you think neces sary close the deal, and report.’ “This was a pretty big commission for a young num, and it put me on my mettle. To cut my story short. I spent two months in New York and ac quired what I was sent for. The Fifth Avenue Hotel was my headquarters, and almost the first day of my arrival there I made the acquaintance of a jovial, handsome fellow of about my owu age, aud we became very chummy. He knew I was with the X. Y. and Z. road and frequently would divert out conversation to it, but while 1 would talk freely about the road I never said a word about my business in New York. "The day on which I closed the deal for the property I went up to the hotel in spirits, only to tind my friend walk ing up and down the corridor in a per turbed manner. '1 want to see you at once,' he remarked, and we went up to my room. As soon as the door was closed he turned to me. “ ‘You’ve decided to take such and such property,’ he said, coolly. “His manner and tlie acquaintance with my business lie revealed stunned me. but before 1 could recover my wits he continued: “ 'That's all right. I've known all' about your business since you’ve been here. It isn't too late yet for you to change the location of your terminals. If you'll do it and place them at such and such wharves 1 am authorized to offer you • this,’ and lie handed me a check for $50,000 signed by a member of the Tweed ring. “I handed him back the check and coldly remarked: ‘You've come to the wrong man. I'll bid you good-evening. “ 'Wait a minute,’ be remarked, un abashed. 'Every man. they say, has his price.’ He [tulled a pocketbook out, took from it another check, signed, and said: ‘Fill it iu to suit yourself.’ “1 had to admire the man’s gall. It was simply colossal, and in place of getting angry 1 laughed heartily. But I finally convinced him that 1 was not to be bribed and got rid of him. Before he went away, however, he told me that the Tweed ring had secured op tions on the dock property he wanted me to take, with a foreknowledge of the X. Y. and Z. road's needs, and that if we had located on it they would have cleared a fortune. As It was, they had the property on their hands and a large sum indefinitely tied up. "And that's the most exciting experi ence I can recall.” said Mr. D----- in conclusion, “and one I recall with a de sire to give myself a bouquet"—Chi cago Inter Ocean. A Smiting Conscience. “Madame,” began the winter pilgrim, "do you remember Inst February 1 promised to clean the snow out of your yard?” “Yes, and then sneaked off without doing It” retorted the angry house wife, "But I came back, ntadame; tramped through a July sun to keep me word. When I reached your gate the snow had vanished; but you told me to take the scythe and cut the grass Instead.’* “And you sneaked off again, you----- ” “But me conscience smote me. Dat’a why I tramped through ten feet drift« to finish the job.” Duration of a Wink. A German scientist has gone to some trouble to calculate the average dura tion of a wink. In order to ascertain Just what the phrase “in the twinkling of an eye" means. He says that a wink occupies four-tenths of a second. The eyelid descends in one-tenth of a sec ond. stays down tlilrteen-hundredths of a second, and rises again In seventeen- bundredths. Paris Ragpickers. The ragpickers of Baris, to the num ber of something like 40.000, who make their living by picking over rub bish put out from bouses, are greatly agitated over new boxes, which are to be used to bold the rubbish, and which cannot be opened except by the cart least a dosen elephant trainers bare men who carry It away. been killed— more than have been There are a good many dog house killed in ten years previous. keepers: housekeepers who let dog« You can't take a trick with the trump run all over the house, and get hairs of fame. and tleaa Into everything.*