Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, D.T. [N.D.]) 1878-1884, 1884-01-04
An Interesting Budget Of News Finds
H.. its Way From Fort Yates to
the Tribune. 2" ,
And q Sims Correspondent Writes of
Life in that Metropolitan
Suburban City.
A Pleasant Letter Of Acknowledge
ment from the Editor of the
Boston Commercial Bulletin.
A Point Against the New Insurance
Lava Pastors New Year
Gifts.
Some rural Remembrances.

Some Rural Kemembrances.
Tonight the thrilling drama, "Only Farm
ers Daughter will be presented at the Ath-
eneam by one of the best companies that ever
floated westward from the metropolitan oenters
of the east. ,...
glance at their beautiful advertisements,
which adorn nearly every show window and
dead wall IN the city, caused the writer's wan
dering thoughts to fly away back over the beaten
path of time when he was young and beautiful,
and when the first budding love of his youthful
heart was given to "only a farmers daughter"
She was beautiful fower-as we believ- Miss
KiEzie, who will represent her tonight, is-and
we loved her with an honest pride that swelled
our throbbing breast to such an extent that our
from the city in which we pounded away with
arithmetics, algebras, bent pins. Biographies,
grammars, dead-shot paper wads, sore toes, his
tories, alder pcpguns and other utensils used in
the up-hill work Of acquiring an education, and
our happiness was Of the angelic brand when
we would obtain parental permission to 60 and
spend Saturday with her, ''away out in the
country"
How abe would come running down the lane
to meet us as we drew near, her brown, bare feet
whacking the holy delights out of the unfortu-
nate bugs that got in her way-whacking in
unison with heart we had about our person
and those ripe, or very nearly ripe, lips would
E. s,oooiuo1u onhrnieeivo
until after the osculatory assault which she
kne. was sure to come. Then we would tell
her our mother was we'll and ask her how hers
was, and inquire after the health of the hogs.
and her father, and the calves, and the sheep,
and her brothers and all the rest of the family,
and we'd gaze down into her honest blue eyes
and wonder what in the world St. Peter could
have been doing to allow her to escape through
the heavenly gates in his sanity charge.
How we would romp and play through the
flower studded meadows, and how the silent tear
o. sympathy would dim the eyes of one when
weary bee would sit down suddenly on the bare
feet of the other. How we would fly in terror
toward the house when poor little garter snake
was seen, and how the poor little snake must
have glided in alright to it's house at sight of
two su ,h Drowned and soiled scapegraces as we
were.
All! those were happy days. We can yet hear
the winding notes of the old tin horn through
which her mother would shoot wad of musical
atmosphere, and we can yet see the Drowned and
bearded men come fling in from the fields for
the noontide meal. And such meal! There
are not elegant words enough in use in the wild
northwest to describe it. We would sit there
between our brown-skinned angel and her
mother and they would force us to eat little of
this and a morsel of that, on and on and on
through long meal until we had laid the foun-
dation for nightmarical dream that would
paralyze with terror an imp from the tropical
cline over which the Grand Duke Satan rules.
And when milking time came we would carry
the pals and 60 out and assist her in this rural
ceremony. When the barnyard was reached she
would point out to Us which were the COWS and
which were the cows1 husbands 90 that we
would make no mistake and get kicked for our
impertinenoe, and then we would by On ener-
oetio effort manage to draw about quart OF
the rich. white milk from the faucets, while she
drew her pail brimming full. Then she weuld
take our pail and finish up the task we bad en-
deavored to perform, and a. her brown but
sh.pely hands would open and close upon the
handles provided for that purpose and the
foamine lacteal fluid would obey the calls We
would discuss the wonderful workings of nature
and how funny it was that COW could eat
prass and produce such q delicacy. She said
she believed if she should eat q whole field OF
But WHY dwell upon scene that cannot but
awaked longing for the past and cause us to
compare it with the every day toll and business
cares incidental to the position of religious ed
itor of great moral newspaper.
We are going to the show tonight, and II Joe
Frank will run herd of cows in Oh the rural
scenes we'll go right up on to the stage amid the
ringing plaudits of the excited audience
and help Miss Kinzie milk 'em. Or
if he'll induce his beautiful Farmers Daugh.
ter to appear as our farmers daughter used to
with bare feet and faded sunbonnet, we'll get
right M on our orchestra chair and howl ap-
,,ova1 until the ha1d head of the cOrnet player