The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1886-11-25

o Death, the great Peacemaker!
If enmity have come between
There's naught like Death to heal It;
And il we love-O priceless pain,
q bitter sweet when love is vain!
There's nausht like Death g s ssa y!
TWO VISIONS.
"He's so handsome" sighed Matilda
Lynch, as she rubbed the coarse dish
towel over the heavy battered cups and
saucers, Just fog sll the the world like a
Just where Matilda acquired her ideal
of a Spanish brigand it would be difficult
to explain, since her experiences in life
had been circumscribed by the narrow
limits of the fifth-rate boarding house
where she had washed dishes for living
ever aince her earliest recollections.
Being OF tendeF suseel Utilities, Ma
tilda had been in love almost as man.
times as Mrs. Byrnes had taken new
boarder; being freckled and red haired,
no one had reciprocated her attachment,
or if so, had allowed concealment to prey
upon his feelings recklessly.
"Tillyr' called out Mrs Byrnes, 'look
what you're at, child, or you'll smash
1h san , sGs; YOU IA s'ss is HisS' nowadays
81 was only iookin' at Mr.. Jack,n said
lilly, sullenly.
'Well, said her fat, good-natured mis-
tress, "don't set too much store by the
young men, lilly. When the right one
comes along you'll know i'm quick
enough"
Yes" replied Tilly, "but will he
know me-that's what want 70 know ."
Mrs. Byrnes shook with laughter. She
was naturally good tempered, and she
had prospered in the boarding house and
could afford to laugh even at poor Tilly's
pointless jokes. AS she adjusted her dia-
mond ear rings and fastened her sealsk1n
sack to step across the street to the gro
GERS to purchase Inacketel and onions for
dinner, she gave lilly some parting af:.
monitions to grind the coffee and take
out the last boilerful Of clothes before she
got back.
Not for worlds would Mrs. Byrnes have
set her foot upon the street without the
diamonds and sealskin.
Villages, as we'll as courts, may have
their social code that divides patrician
and pies,rian, and Silver Gulch drew the
line at a senlslSia siqakk and diamonds.
Meanwhile Jack Mohf, Tiiy's ideal
Spanish brigand, unconscious of the
freckled face, pressed longingly against
the speckled panel of Mrs. Byrnes' pantry
window, went up the hill at swinging
pace, conscious of but two Wetldenned
ideas that formed background for AL has
minor mental processes-Felicia Dewey
and the Euchre mine.
In point of Importance to Jack they &C
cupied relatively the position here given
but in point of sequence this order should
be feyersed. since it was only on the sue
cess of his 3niae that Jack could predicate
any hope of winning Felicia;
From the day of Jack M0hf's fifst 40
pearance at Silver Gulch the miners, who
took their meals with Mrs. Byrnes, and
lounged around the bar of the neighbor-
ing saloon at evening, were disposed to
treat him with due respect.
1t was felt instinctively that he would
be the sett of p man that was troublesome
in fight. and sY ~ vent and came I'M
questioned.
"He's fit company for any camp" Old
Sims declared cOnfidentially one evening
to circle of choice spirits in Mikes
place, rs they stood up to the bar for
drink all round, SHE'S dropped his man,
and anybody with that record is good
enough for any crowd, an don't you for
get it."
Where did that happen9" asked
Shorty, the sandy haired bartender, flick
ing off hop blossom from his spotlessly
white shirt sleeves.
He did not say, elbow do you know"
although that you'd have been the proper
form of interrOgatOEy for what he desired
to learn.
Such a question might have been con-
strued into a doubt of Old Sims truth
fulncss, and thus have led to unpleasant
consequences.
We always guard our weakest point,
and Old Sims was tenacious on this point
Of truthfuiness,
"Whcre did it happeaT' repeated the
old man. "Lord! how do knows There
are some things man can tell withOus
knowing how he does it, and one of them
Is to tell man who has taken human
life when you see him. It's sort of free
masonry, suppose" Old Sims had once
killed man in fight, and was disposed
to take on airs in consequence, a supeft,
ority none of them felt inclined to lues-
ton, for obvious reasons, least of ali
Shorty.
AS for Jack Mohr, the fact that his
language and manners were such as be-
longed to q gentleman might have made
him unpopular with Mrs. Byrnes' board
ers but for one accidental circumstance.
This was lucky game of euchre that
he had played with Col Dewey, proprie-
tor of the Euchre mine, mild man.
aered, white haired old man, whose style
of playing eiicifs,l Old Sims warmest adj
El;ration.
"A prettier game never see, nor any
other man" he explained in a rapture OF
delight to his Cronies at the bar.
i'Thar was the OF man, earn an cool,
piayin' his cards like. like a parson,
blamed if he didn't. It's youf deal, Mr.,
Mohr,' says he, a bowin' like q chestnut
field" and Old Sims made q grotesqus
bend in his effort to initiate Col. Dewey's
courtly grace Of manner, IAN what dye
spose that ere boy done? Scooped the
board, every trip"
"And what We're the stakesy' asked
Shorty, his round, shaven head rising
pink and bare above his full white shirt
sleeves, that suggested whimsical COM
paYisai. to a cherub's wings, as portrayed
in medieval ars.
1.-THE oil man put up half the Euchre
mine, and Jack bucked agin' 'em With
that oil mule o'his'n, and blamed If Jack
didn't hold the joker N the right and
left bower three hands runnin',"
"Nor' exclaimed Shorty in transports
at this graphic description; ''an' what'd
the oil man sayi''
Old Sims rose in his seat and bowed, in
imitation of Col. Dewey-his contortons
as he did so a spectacle for gods and men.
MIR. Mohr, says he, you are lucky
man, sir. ! am glad to welcome you,
says he, Ito q half ownership in the
Euchre mine; as o lucky man youll
bring success TO the enterpfise:'H
every handsome of the old colonel, 70
murmured Shorty admiringly,
''Handsomen' repeated Old Sims,
set was picter. A picter, gentlemen,
high art and religion combined; that's
what it was.'
Whether this lucky termination to the
game was luck, pure and simple, or
whether it was brought about by clever
manipulation Of the cards, no one in Sill
yea Gulch ventured to hazard an opinion.
And whether IL was luck or good man.
agement, from the day that Jack Mohr
became partner in the Euchre, it began
to "pan ont" beyond the most sanguile