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Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-11-02
A Mexican WOman's Love.

When young Mexican woman falls in
love there is no nonsense about it, no
thought Of the consequences, no merce-
nary object in view. The world becomes
to her scene of enchantment, and the
idol OF her affections seraphic being es-
pecially created for her worship. Her alb
sorption into its existence is complete.
She revels in the atmosphere Of platonic
love, as lady-blrd Of paradise revels in
the tropical ether, and as innocent, guile
less and happy. TO her life is delicious
dream, and only one adored object exist
ing in all that beautiful dreamland. She
is Eve in the Garden of Eden, and woe to
the serpent "a woman) who dares to in
trude within the sacred realms Of that
garden. How subdued and saint-like is
tine expression Of that face; how dove
like the cooling and the wooing Of this
happy, happy creature:
Who would think that beneath all this
the tigress turks. and is only waiting to
spring upon some hated rival? Let her
appear, and then the enchantment is
ruthlessly broken, the saintess no longer
exists. All is changed. There is mar
velous transformation into the machete-
ra, who, maddcncd with jealousy, seeks
vengeance upon her who has desecrated
Eden and robbed it of its glory by look
ing on the idol with longing eyes. The
machetera has no murder in her heart, no
love of shedding human blood; but with
the finer woman instinct she knows that
if she can only mar the beauty of her RI
val she has more thoroughly murdered
her than if she were dead. To have her
victim carry exposed scars through life is
the penalty that alone must be paid.
Watching her opportunity, the machetera
springs upon her victim, and, with up
lifted weapon, strikes her upon the cheeks
or delicate, aristocratic-l looking hands
how far to go without endangering the
life of his patient. This accomplished,
the machetera having satisfied her terrible
jealousy, goes quietly home, while the
wounded woman is the object of the most
tender and devoted care on the part of her
friends.
The affair is not considered disgraceful,
because the pure unselfsh love which
caused it sanctlies the act of the one and
the injuries Of the other. Women in the
higher circles Of life never indulge in such
warfare, preferring to suffer in silence;
while those in the lower strata have such
surroundings as Danish both love and
Jealousy, except in the vulgar sense. The
macheteras are of the middle classes.
modest, refined, and industrious girls, and
their worst fault is they love not wisely
but too we'll.
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-11-02
DEATH.
BY GEORGE MACDONALD.

When, like q garment flung aside at night,
This cody lies, or sculpture of cold rest;
When through its shaded windows comes no
light,
And the white hands are folded ON its
breast;
How will it be with me, its tenant now?
How shall feel when first wander out?
How look on tears from loved eyes falling :?
How?
Look forth upon dim mysteries round
about?
Shall 90 forth, slow floating like mist
Over the city with its crowded walls?
Over the trees and meadows where list?
Over the mountains and their ceascless
falls?
Over the red cliffs and fantastic rocks,
Over the sea- ar-doWn, tectng away;
White sea-birds shining and the billowy
shocks
Heaving unheard their shore-besieging
spray?
Or will veil DER all material things,
Slow falling, hide them from the spirits
sight;
Even as the veil which the suns radiance
Ger the stars that had been shining all the
night?
And will the spirit be cntranced, alone,
Like one in an exalted opium dream
Time, space, and all their varied jewellers
gone;
And sunlight vanished, and all things that
seem;
Thought only waking; thought that doth not
own
The lapse OF ages or the change Of place;
Thought, in which only that which is is
known;
The substance here, the form confined to
space?
Or as a child that sobs itself to sleep.
Wcaricd with labor which the grown call
play,
Waking in smiles as soon as the morn doth
peep,
Springs up to labor all the joyous day,
Shall we lie down, weary; and sleep until
Our souls be cleanscd by long and dream
less rest;
TIL OF repo5e we drink our thirsting fill
And wake all peaceful, smiling, pure and
bItst:
| know not-only know one needful thing:
God is; shall ever be in His view;
! only need strength for the Travelling,
viii for the work Thou givest me to do.
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-11-02
A QUIET HOUSE.

My house is quiet now, SO still!
All day hear the ticking clock,
The hours are numbered clear and shrill,
Outside the robins sing and trill,
The sunshine sleeps upon the sill,
My house is quiet now, so still!
But silence breakes my heart! I wait,
And waiting yearn for call or knock,
To hear the creaking Of the gate,
And footsteps coming soon or late
TO greet me sitting desolate.
The silence breaks my heart wait!
All through the lonely house I 20,
From hall to hall, from room to room.
What should seek to find or know?
The brooding shadows spread and grow,
The startled echoes mock me so,
As through the lonely house I 60.
All! blessed Heaven, if could hear
Sweet noises in the tranQnil gloom,
Soft broken songs and laughter clear,
Then joyous tumult, glad and near,
That vexed me many happy year
All! blessed Heavens, if could hear!
All! blessed Heaven if once once more
My longing eyes might see the stain
OF little footprints on the floor,
And grouped like roses at the door
The sweet child-faces gone before.
All! blessed Heaven, but once, once more!
My house and home are very still!
/ l watched the sun, watched the rain,
The winter days come white and chill,
And years go on. x IS Perhaps Death vii
Life's broken promises fulfill.
My house, my home, my heart are still!
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-11-02
THE EVERYDAY DARLING.
ANONYMOUS.

She is neither a beauty nor genius,
And no one could call her wise:
In q crowd of other women
She would draw no strangers eyes:
And cen we who love her are puzzled
To say where her preciousness lies.
She is sorry when others are sorry,
So sweetly one likes to be sad:
And, if people around her are merry,
She is almost gladder than glad.
Her sympathy is the swiftest,
The truest heart ever had.
She is just an everyday darling
The dearest that hearts ever had.
Her hands are so white and so little,
1t seems as if itwere wrong
They ever shonld work for a moment;
And yet they are nimble and strong.
Wherever a dear one needs helping,
She will labor the whole day long,
This precious everyday darling
Each day and all the day long.
All! envy her, Beauty and Genius,
And women the world call wise:
For the utmost of all your triumphs
Would be empty in her eyes.
To lo7e, and be loved is her kingdom
In this her happiness lies.
God bless her the everyday darling!
In this her preciousness lies.
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-11-02
Trihing With Health.

Man is the only animal who violates
the laws Of health knowingly, and con-
tinues the bad practice. An illustration
OF this moral and physical eccentricity is
afforded by the habits of Thackeray.
Unlike Dickens, he took no regular
walking exercise, and beng regardless of
the laws Of health, suffered in conse-
quence. In reply to one who asked him
if he had ever received the best medical
advice, his reply was: ~
''What is the use of advice, If you
don't follow it? They tell me not to
drink, and do drink; they tell me not
to smoke, and I do smoke; they tell me
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-11-02
Conviction by Chance.

ScENE.-A drawing room adjoining a
court Of justice. Jurymen retired to
consider their verdict.
Foreman" Well, gentlemen, 'twon't
be no good for we to go on talkln'. IT'S
clear we can't possibly convince one an
other that way, so as for to agree on our
verdict. Six tor guilty, and 'arf dozen
for not guilty ;,'adn we best toss up?"
Second Juryman (doubtedly)-"Would
that being doing exactly right"
Foreman "Why not? Wasn't there
'em Jung ITSELF, didn't the 'leven surwi-
vors draw lots 90 should fill up the wa
cancy? Won't the difference tween draw
rim lots and tossin'nup, an CIV can we do
wrong If we goes by the 'Porsles?"
Second Juryman- "They couldn't do
better than draw lots, in their circum-
stances"
Foreman "No more can't we. in
Ourn.'
Second Jurymae- swell, don't know;
but 1 seem to fancy we could. Being
equally divided among ourselves, isn't
that equivalent to having reasonable
doubt, and oughtn't we to give the pris-
oner the benefit Of it,
Third Jurvman-"O, bother, that's re-
fining too much. Let's toss up. Toss up,
and trust to Providence"
Foreman-'Are you all agreed on that,
gentlemen?
The rest-"Agreed.''
Foreman--'W shall it be, then?
Best two out of three, or sudden death?"
Second Juryman-s'Wouldn sudden
death, in question of life or death, be a
little too summary"
Third Juryman-"What's the odds?
We can't stay here argyfyin' all day, and
I wants my dinner
The Rest-"Toss up, toss up: let's
toss"
Foreman s'Now them produces a
copper coin) "Best two out of three.
Guilty, eds; not guilty, tails" (Skies
copper) Eds!
Third Juryman-s'Heads it ISL
Foreman Ere goes again. Tails!'
Third Juryman-"Now for the fin
isher." Tosses the third time.) "'Eds!
Guilty! Is that your verdict2"
The Rest Unanimous" ...,
Forth Juryman-'sNon compass
Third Juryman-"But, seeing, after
all, it was toss-up, suppose we recon-
mend the prisoner to mercy, gentlemen
Foreman tsThat's it. That'll it 1t OFF
exactly. Guilty, but recommended to
Mercy
[Exeunt into court to deliver their
verdict whilst the curtain falls.1 -
Punch.
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-11-02

not to eat, and I do eat. In short, I do
ryth1ng that am desired not to do;
therefore what am ! to expect?"
And 50 one morning he was found
lying, like DR.. Chalmers, In the sleep OF
death, with his arms beneath his head,
after one of his violent attacks of illness !;
to be mourncd by his mother and daugh-
tiers, who formed his household, and by
wider public beyond, which had learned
to love him through his admirable works.
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-11-02
"WHERE SHALL WE LAND?"

All listlessly we float
Out seward in the boat
That beareth love.
Our sails OF purest snow
Bend to the blue below
And to the blue above.
Where shall we land?
We drift upon tide
ShOreless on every side
Save where the eye
Of fancy sweeps far lands
Shelved sloplngly with sands
Ofgold and pophyry.
Where shall we land?
The fairy isles we see
Loom up so mistily-
So vaguely fair,
We do not care to break
Fresh bubbles in our wake
To bend our course for there.
Where shall we land?
The warm winds of the deep
Have lulled our sails to sleep,
And so we glide,
Careless of wave or wind,
Or change of any kind,
Or turn of any tide.
Where shall we land?
We droop our dreamy eyes
Where our reflection lies
STEPPED in the sea,
And in an endless fit
Of languor smile on it
And it's sweet mimicry.
Where shall we land?
"Where shall we land?" Gods grace!
know not any place
So fair as this
Swung here between the blue
Of sea and sky, with you
To ask me, with kiss,
"Where shall we land:"
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-11-02
Making a Fathers Grave.


The Sandusky (Ohio) Register relates
the following story: A little girl with
tangled locks peeping from under cal
leo hood, clad in dress OF chintz, loiter-
ed behind as the great dusty crowd moved
out Of the gates of Mount Adna the other
day, aftersthey scattered their flowers and
done honor to the dead. Dreamily she
gazed after them, her eyes filled with a
far-away look Of tenderness, until the
last one disappeared and the rattle of the
drums had died away. Then she turned
and vaguely scanned the mounds that
rose about her, clutching still tight the
fading bunch of dandelions ana grass
that her chubby hand held. An old man
came by and gently patted her curly head
as he spoke her name, but she only shrank
back still further, and when he told pass
er by that the little ones father had
diedon shipboard and had been buried
at sea, there was only tear-drop in the
childs eye to tell that she heard or knew
the story: When they were gone she
moved to neglected, empty lot, and
kneeling down she piled up mound Of
earth, whispering as she patted it, and
smoothed it with her chubby hand. "This
won It be SO awfully big as the others, I
guess, but may be it will be big enough
SO that God will see it. and think papa is
buried here.'' Carefully she trimmed the
sides withlthe grass she plucked, murmur
ing: "And maybe 1t will grow so that it
will be like the rest in two or three years,
and then may be papa will sometime
come back and" But she paused as
though it suddenly dawned upon her
young mind that he rested beneath the
waves, and the tear-drops that sprung to
her eyes moistened the little bunch Of
dandelions that she planted among the
grasses on the mound she had reared.
When the sexton passed that way at night
as he went to close the gates he found
the little one fast asleep, with her head
pillOWed on the mound.
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-11-02

IN clearing the premises of the intruders
Funny. some of the newspapers were dis
posed to call it; other persons thought it
cowardly, as the counts health deprived
the wife of a defender, and for another
champion than the legally responsible
editor to interfere would have been COM
promising. However, somebody did, and
although this is not the cause assigned,
the two or three duels which have recent
lycome off or are still on the tapis are its
consequences.
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-11-02

The total production of the world of
gold and silver for three hundred and
seventy three years from 1893 to 1879 is
estimated by an eminent German author
i:y at $7,476, 49,, 510.50 of silver, and
1854, Isl ,241.43 of gold.
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-11-02
A Future King.

The English people, says the Adver-
tiser, have but just awakened to the fact
that the elder Of the two sons of the
Prince of Wales is probable heir to the
throne, and that he is, as such, an inter-
estlng person. At the same time they
remember, with mixture of amusement
and amazement, that they know almost
nothing about him. In fact, they are
rather puzzled, when it is necessary to
speak of him, to know how he is to be
called. He is, in full, Prince Albert Vic
tor Christian Edward. He used to be
styled Prince Albert Victor of Wales.
Popularity he has been known as Prince
Victor. When he was studying on board
the Britannia he was called Prince Ed
ward. Out Of the abundance Of titles 1t
is not easy to make choice, and the
British public seems to be as much Eat
sea" metaphorically as the prince now is
literally, in attempting to discover any
thing intcrestiong OF gossipy about one
who, if he lives long enough, will be the
ruler Of vast empire. The Prince was
born at Frogmore Lodge, Windsor, on
the 9Th Of January, 1864, and has, there
fore, nearly completed his sixteenth year.
He was born and has lived-that IS all
the English people really know about
him. Occasionally he has accompanied
his parents in their travels here and there,
and his features have excited some mild
interest in the family photographs. But,
IN general, his history and his person are
unknown, and his life has been almost as
obscure as that of any boy in the king
dom.
What has now drawn attention to him
is his sailing, in company with his BROTH
er, whom all the English folk know as
Prince George of Wales, on voyage
round the world. The two princes have
been trained on board the Britannia, and
now they go as cadet midshipmen on the
ship Bacchante, which sailed from Ports
mouth harbor on the 18th of September,
and proceed to Portland, where, after a
week spent IN drill, the ship is to de-
part for short cruise in the Mediterran-
can, and to pass the winter in the West
Indies. Of course very little will be
heard from the young princes while they
are absent Oh this voyage. and they will
return year or two hence tall striplings,
one of them just coming into manhood.
AS they are the only SONS of the Prince Of
Wales, the succession would pass, in case
of their death, to the daug hters, and
once again the British throne would be
occupied bV woman.
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-11-02

was profoundly impressed by the near
presence OF the actor, timidly remarked:
Excuse me, Mr.. Buchanan, but what do
eat before playing Claude Melnotte?'
"Wafles, waffles," responded Bu-
chanan, in his most pompous tone.
Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1879-12-25

floor. The reader is invited to the
breakfast which followed, if he or abe
will remember that the hostess ia onlv
child, and does nothing more brilliant
than to alternately laug h or cry. The
candles are left to burn themselves out,
albeit it ia broad day, and the beautiful
painted fan is sadly daubed with fallen
wax. The sunlight cannot dim those
tapers for the three who sit about the
table.
In lieu of Sauterne, the two angels OF
the previous night, who were only happy
looking mortals by daylight, drank the
health of their little ward in fragrant
Mocha. my little one" said Paul to
the tiny maiden who gated solemnly at
him, I drink your health. Twas never
go happy in all my life." Aaton's round
face was serious, and his brow in thought.
At last he said slowly, as if measuring
each word: II can say my little one,
too, for you are to be mine. You shall
not scrub shirts any more. You shall
live with me, if you WISH" Another
pause. Then he drained his cup slowly,
and spoke to Paul, his friend:
"You are Christian; am Jew.
am not q prejudiced man. I have read
the story of your faiths founder. 1
remember that his thoughts were always
with those in need, and that he found
his chief happiness in doing good among
the poor. Why should man who wishes
to be just scorn to do good in homer of
such q memory? Upon such common
holy ground as charity>we can both
the Christian, the Jew."-
Utica Observer.
Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1879-12-25
" You didn't pull a gun"
" I haven't cot q gun"
Mont st. Michel,

A railway on the Righi system to the
summit of the castled crag of Drachen-
fels will not awaken more regret than a
railway from the mainland to the rock
of Mont St. Michel, in Normandy
called by old writer's the marvel of the
west," ard made familiar to many people
by S:anfeld's picture, to many Others BY
personal visits A company has already
obtained permission (l) to build dyke
and railway uniting the rock with the
mainland, (2) to construct port on the
south of the mount and (3) to reclaim
for cultivation q large portion of the
land now covered by the seattle result
of all which will be the destruction of
the entire character of the famous for
tress including serious injury to the
ancient ramparts. A large part of tho
dyke has already been constructed, and
it is no longer possible to undo the mis-
chief that has been done. Public officials
through whose neglect the privilege was
granted are doing what little is possible
to modify the impending evils. There
are few historical monuments in France
more remarkable than Mont St. Michel.
Taken in connection with the famous
promontory of the same name across the
channel in Cornwall there is offered ia
the traveller two companion monuments,
Unequal of which he may we'll 20 round
the world and not loOk upon again.
Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1879-12-25
Taking the Chances.

At 10 o'clock yesterday morning a
rag.tag boy with a very short coat on
stood and looked through gate on Lewis
street at another rag.tag boy about his
own age who sat on the door step and
tried to look very meek and humble.
Tryin' to be awful sweet, hain't YEP
sneered the first rag-tag.
No reply.
"Tryin' to make the nayburs believe
yer regular little lamb" continued the
aggressor, who evidently ached for a row.
No reply; but rag-tag on the steps
heaved q sigh and seemed inclined to
spit on his hands.
"But everybody knows ye for snide
and q coward, and I'm going to lick ye
fust time Icatch ye outside the gatel"
"See here, Jim," softly replied mum.
Der two, as he rose up, "I'm tryin' to be
good, go as to get Shetland pony in my
Christmas stockin'. Ma said if didn't
have another fight she'd git me one, but
she's near sighted and a little deaf, and
Pm goin' to pound the ground with you
and risk the chancesl"
Then rag-tag number ono flew up the
street, hat in hand, and after him came
number two, holding his hat on with
one hand and reaching out with back
hair for the other, while woman open
ed the door, looked after them, and said:
"Must be that another barrel Of cider
has fallen from wagon and bursted."-
Detroit Free Press
Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1879-12-25

STORIES about the drinking capacity
of German students are very common
ancient, and not particularly edifying
but the Boston letter-writer mentioned
above actually narrates a fresh one
about German off Ger, that is not with
out humor: At dinner one day com.
1ade offered to bet him large sum that
he could not drink a quart bottle OF
champagne OFT without taking the bot.
tie from his lips. Thr challenged man
thought moment and said: "Give me
half an hour to think it over" He
went out, came back in half an hour,
accepted the bet and won it, amid great
applause. Some one asked him why it
took him so long to accept the bet
WE'LL" he said, II was not quite sure
that could do it, so I event home trst,
and tried 1t, and found out could do it,
and then came back"
Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1879-12-25
The Three Lights.

A lad who lives in the mountains near
Turner'S on the Erie railway, while peer.
ing out of q window into the darkness
one night not long ago, exclaimed
" There are three lights, and one of them
is for me. shall die before long" On
the following Sunday, while he was on
his way home from church, he again
asserted that he was going to die soon.
That afternoon he went into the barn to
look after the stock, and was kicked by a
horse In the breast. On Tuesday he
died from the injuries. The vicious
horse was overwhelmed with remorse or
some kindred feeling, for he Drained HIM
self against a tree about ton minutes be-
fore the boy died. This is what the local
chronicler comprehensively describes as
a case of juvenile presentiment and
equine grief.
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Arkanaaw Eti0u0t

Last night two men from Philadelphia
engaged in a quarrel at a hotel in this
city. After using all kinds of epithete,
one of the men thrust his hand behind
him as though about to draw q pistol
and then took it away. The quarrel
terminated without damage to either
party. An old man from South Arkan-
cas- shook hack his long hair and, ad.
vancing to the man who had made the
hip pocket motion, remarked:
"Both Of you men are strangers here,
I reckon?"
eyes,"
"Not acquainted with our little rules
Of a rfi;ts9s;''"
Why, you put your hand behind you
just now.
eyes,"
"You didn't pull gun"
II haven't got gun"
SHOW, young man, let me give you q
piece of advice. While you are in this
country don't put your hand behind you
unless you intend to shoot. Don't even
run your hand into your pocket for q
chaw of tobacker. Don't spit. Don't
wink, for if you do your pardner, if he's
an A1kansaw man, will jolt you. You
must learn these little rules of polite
ness. You may know how to conduct
yourself at church, but you've got q
good many rules of etiquet to learn"
Little Rock Gnzotte.