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The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1890-08-13
AN INCIDENT At SEA.
CommOtiOn Caused by the Arrival OF a IA
by In the Steer2ge.

C0mmOtiOn Caused by the Arrival OF q Ba-
by In the Steerzge.
Sometimes on board an Atlantic
steamer an incident occurs which causes
human sympathy to bridge for an in
slant the gulf between the first cabin
and the steerage. AS when, for in
stance, on the first day Of May a young
married woman in the steerage became
the mother of tiny girl. and in mid
ocean the passenger total was suddenly
increased by one.
Great was the excitement among the
children in the first cabin when they
heard there was a new baby in the steer
age.
Its such long way for an angel to
fly without resting" exclaimed Phyllis.
aged six, to Lillian, aged four. that
they don't often bring them to ships.
But s'spose he just felt like coming, it
was such lovely moonlight night"
Il wish the angel had brung it to
me-" whimpered Lillian. Il heard the
doctor tell mamma that the mother who
got it was only little girl
Don't cry, Lillian" says Phyllis.
"You know Polly, our stewardess?
Well, she says it's awful pink, and
they're going to call 1t Mayflower. Isn't
that NIECE?
.'Oh, my" says Lillian. Lets get
lot of presents, and go ask the govern
ess if she won't borrow it and let US bap-
TIE it"
The baptism is postponed. but pres
ents arrived. and from all quarters.
Flannels. wine, bonbons and toys find
the mother and child in the steerage
hospital The toys are perhaps little
premature for miss just three days old.
But the children who send them refused
to be denied the pleasure of giving, and
the prudent grandmother carefully puts
them away against the time when they
will be needed.
The hospital nurse, comely young
woman in neat black dress. crisp
apron and dainty lace cap, holds the lit
tie mite on the pillow by the proud
young mother while the ship rolls and
losses, and the artist, braced against
the doorway, sketches the sympathetic
little group for Harper's Weekly. The
hospital is neat and ship-shape. but
very small While the artist sketches.
the happy father and doting grand
mother stand outside, and vainly try to
moderate their delighted smiles. They
are all going to visit tho old home in
Scotland, and the grandmother explains
that although little Mayfower lis a wee
bit bairnie hoo. she'll aye be bigger
coomin' back Minnie buchanan Good.
man, in Harper's Weekly.
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that they are making a slave Of her?
Probably not, for she assures them that
it is not bit of trouble, yet when night
comes-when the company is gone-she
sinks down. almost afraid to wish that
Sunday might never come again, yet
knowing that it is the day of her heavy
bondage. Old labor has been soothed
and young love has been encouraged,
but her trials and anxieties have been
more than doubled.
tits night and the boy sits in the door.
taking of his shoes. Tomorrow ne
must go into the hot field, but he does
not think Of that. His soul is full of a
buoyant love-buoyant, for the girl with
the gaudy ribbon has promised to be his
wife.-Opie P. Read. in Arkansaw Trav-
eler
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claim: "What can a man give in ex.
change for his own soul?" But he is
not thinking Of souls. or Of An exist
ence beyond the horizon Of this life: his
mind is on the girl with gaudy ribbon,
and he is asking his heart if she loves
him. The shadows are now shorter and
hungry men cast glances at the sun. but
the preacher. shouting in broken &C
cents. appears not to have reached tho
first milestone Of his text, and it is evil
dent that he started out with the inten-
ton OF going a sabbath days journey"
One young fellow places his straw hat
over his face and tries to sleep, but
some one tickles him with q spear Of
grass An old man who has stood it IS
long as he could in the house. and who
has come Ous and lain down. gets up.
stretches himself. brushes . clinginR
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between their outward appearance was
striking. Oscar was of light complex
lou, and looked like petted child of
the aristocracy. He held club in his
hand. which, it might be judged from
his scowling face, he would not be un-
willing to use.
John Walton, who confronted him
without fear, was a stouter boy than
Oscar. His complexion was dark, his
hair, black as the ravens wing, hung
over his forehead. His clothing was
coarse and well-worn, his pants were
tucked up nearly to his knees, and shoes
and stockings were luxuries with which
he dispensed. His little sister, terrified
by Oscars rude manner, chung to her
brother in alright
Don't be scared of him, Lizzie" said
John. Gle won't dare to touch u.s."
.'Won't /, thought" said Oscar, clutch
ing his stick tighter.
mot if you know what is best for
yourself" said John, looking fixedly a,
him.
You have no business here. you beg.
bar" said Oscar, furiously.
Il am no beggar," said the barefoot
boy, proudly.
This is my fathers land. Can you
deny that?" demanded Oscar.
81 know it is, and suppose it will be
yours some day"
Then why do you intrude here?"
Il did not suppose it would do any
harm to pick a few berries, which would
otherwise decay on the vines"
Then you know it now. don't care
for the berries, but don't want any beg
gar's brats on my fathers place"
''Stop there, young master, said John,
firmly. You call me beggar, and
did not care much. but if you call my
mother by that name, you'll be sorry
''I?" said Oscar CONTEMPORARY.
what will you do?'
"I'll beat you with that stick you
hold in your hand"
Then do call her beggar," said
Oscar, furiously. what are you going
TO do about it?"
You'll see."
John Walton let his sisters hand fall,
and springing upon Oscar, wrenohed
the stick from his hand. laid it over his
back with sharp emphasis three times,
and, then flung it into the pool hard by.
Leaving his young enemy PROSTATE. he
took his terrified sister by the hand,
and saying: ''We1l go home now, Liz
zie," walked quietly away.
Oscar picked himself up, mortified
and furious. He would have pursued
John, and wreaked instant vengeance
upon him if he had dared. but in the
hands OF the young savage, as he men
tally characterized him, he had felt his
own utter inability to cope with him,
and resolved that vengeance should
come in another shape.
"'Iy father shall turn the beggars out
Of house and home" he muttered. 81
wish they might starve."
When John told the story of his en-
counter to his mother she was disturbed,
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CEYLON'S TREASURES.
Primitive Methods Employed by Pc
and DiSSolute Miners

| and Dss0lute Miners.
Gatnapura, the city of gems, is the
center of district twenty or thirty
miles square. in almost all of which q
stratum OF gravel six feet to twenty foet
nnder the surface exists. Throughout
this area gem pits are to be seen near
the villages, some being worked now,
| others being abandoned. The natives
work there in companies Of six or eight
| and pay rupee per man per month for
the privilege of working a certain allot-
ment. where they begin by marking of
| square of about ten feet
After removing about three feet of soil
the sounding rod. a piece of iron about
half an inch in diameter and six feet
long, is used to sound for the gravel II
successful the digging is begun in earn
est till about four feet deep. On the
second day gravel is taken out by bask-
cts handed from one man to another till
all within the square is excava,ed.
Should the miners find the soil fairly
firm at the bottom of the pit. they tun.
mel all around for about two feet. draw
ing out the gravel and sending it up al
so to be heaped with the rest. which
usually completes the work of the Sec
ond day, a Waterman remaining near it
all night.
On the third day the gravel is all
washed in wicker baskets by circular
jerking motion. which throws out all
the surplus light stone and rubbish till
good quantity of heavy gravel is left
in the bottom, which is carefully exam.
ined. There is hardly basketful that
does not contain some gems of inferior
value. which are usually sold by the
pound for about nine rupees. Should no
valuable stones be found another pit is
sunk, and so OH until one or two or per-
haps three really valuable gems are un.
earth, when the work is stopped and the
whole party goes off to Ratnapdra with
the prizes. If these are worth. say
few thousand rupees, they are kept Sc
cret and only shown to one or two men
of money. who make the owners an add
vance and look after the custody of the
precious stones.
Then the miners gamble and drink for
some time, till another advance becomes
necessary, and so on until half tho
value is obtained. Then the party.
with the mortgagee, proceeds to
Colombo, or ltalutara, where rich
Moorish traders are summoned to
purchase, and the gems soon find
their way to London. The general pub
lie knows nothing about these transact
tions. and valuable gems are never
heard of in Ceylon and never see the light
of day until they reach Bond street.
The natives have great fear Of ex.
posing their finds till they are sold.
and they have superstitious ideas about
showing them. This system has been
in vogue for centuries. 1t is only Occa-
siOnally one hears of a native having
enterprise enough to dig a few feet be-
low the first gravel to see if a second
bed of gravel is within reach. for they
fear the expense Of bailing out water.
which increases as the greater depth is
attained. although the second gravel is
we'll known to be much richer than the
firSt-JewolerS' Weekly
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Some practical but inartistic Ger
man has made up compound of sugai
and condensed milk and tea, from which
q cup Of tea can be had By simply pour.
ing On boiling water. ~
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GIN 20 BEGGAR" SAID THE BAREFOOT
fearing that trouble might come Of it.
So indeed, it did.
The next morning Squire Ronalds,
with his stiff. erect figure, was seen APP
preaching the widows cottage.
Mrs. Walton opened the door.
won't you come in, Squire Ronalds?'
she said, nervously.
mo, madam, have but WORD to say.
and that is soon said. Are you aware
that your boy grossly insulted my son
Oscar. yesterday"
.'He told me that Oscar called me
names. and he knocked him down. He
has hasty temper"
''Your SON is a ruffian, ma'am."
Not so bad as that He is . good
boy to me. Squire Ronalds"
ut is pity he can not treat 9th ers
with proper respect"
"Do you think he was wholly to
blame?'
Certainly he was My son caught
him trespassing on my land and very
properly ordered him of. don't care
to argue the matter. If he will apol-
ogize to Oscar, will let it pass Otncr-
wise, as your months up to-day. shall
require you to leave this tenement"
John. who had been inside and heard
what had been said, came forward, look
ing resolute and self-sustained.
Il shall not apologize to Master Oscar.
sir" he said. 1T Is he who should
apologize to me-" -.
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said his mother. Twenty years ago we
were poorly off,"
Il we'll remember it. It was lucky
/ thing we came to Brandon"
$50 it has turned out But l was
alarmed when you quarreled with
young Oscar Ronalds."
81 have forgiven him. The harm he
intended has only done US good"
Have you heard any thing of him
lately?'
mot lately. His fatherdied ten years
since. and 1 am told Oscar is very ex-
travagant, that's all"
The storm increased in violence,
shaking the house, firm and strong as
it was. All at once the door-bell rang
sharply.
iii 60 myself" said John. ''The
servant may not be able to close the
door again"
He opened the front door, and sharp
cutting wind entered with furry of
snow.
will you give me shelter?" said a
faint voice.
1t was a man who spoke, still young.
He stepped in quite exhausted. John
Walton closed the door.
"You have had hard struggle with
The storm, have you not?" he said.
II have indeed. am chilled to the
bone"
Come in to the fire." and John threw
open the door of the sitting-room.
He perceived that the stranger had
no overcoat, and appeared thoroughly
chilled. Warm drinks were ordered,
and in half an hour he was more COM
Portable. He looked thin and haggard,
and his face bore the impress of dissi-
patton.
He had more than once looked earn
estly at John Walton. Finally he said
abruptly:
Twill you tell me your name? Your
face looks familiar
"My name is John Walton"
"What?' said the other, with a start.
Ibid you live, when boy, in the town
of Mp
"Yes, but don't remember YOU"
Il am Oscar Ronalds," said the other,
in low voice.
'Is it possible?" exclaimed the three,
and they involuntarily glanced at the
ill-clad stranger.
II see what you are thinking of. !
don't look much like the boy you used
to know. have been wild and extrav.
agant and lost or squandered all my
property. have gone down hill-you
have gone up"
Il am sorry for your misfortune" said
John, kindly. IF 1 can be of service to
you, will"
Il came here, hoping to get the post
Of clerk. which understood was vacant
If had known you were here, l would
not have come"
And why?"
because you can not have forgotten
my ill-treatment of you"
1T is not forgotten, but quite for
given" said John Walton, kindly. I'm.
consciously you did me service. The
clerkship you seek is mine to bestow.
You shall have it, and will guarantee
your good conduct The salary will be
small, only eight hundred dollars"
1T will be fortune to me. who am
penniless. God bless you. John Wall
ton. for your generosity. You shall not
find your confidence ill-bestowed."
l have no more to tell, except that
then and there began new and better
life for Oscar. who was after awhile
promoted, and now has a modest and
cheerful home Of his own, with good
wife to add to his happiness. And this
was John Walton's revenge, . noble and
Christian revenge, the only one worth
taking for An injury.-Horatio Alger,
j., in Yankee Blade
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lear Oh his gray Jeans trousers and de-
clares: "A lite to eat would hit me
; harder than sermon writ on a rock.
Don't see why a man wants to talk all
day."
Thought you was mighty fond of
preachin'. Uncle john" some one re-
| marks.
IAN, but I don't want a man to 20
over an over what he has already dun
said. If my folks want in thar I'D
mosey off home an git suthin' to eat"
Good book says man don't live by
bread alone, Uncle John"
"Yas, but it don't say that he lives BY
nreachin' alone, nuther. Hol' on! they
are singln' the doxology now, an ]
reckon she will soon be busted"
Inc plowboy goes home with his
divinity - Uncle Johns daughter.
Reckon Jim will be at home?" he asks.
as they ride along.
HE mout be. Air you awful anxious
to see him?"
mot SO powerful. Jest lowed I'd
ask l know who's yo' sweetheart" he
says. after pause.
"Bet you DON'T
"Bet do"
"Who is it. then, Mr.. Smarty?"
"Aleck Jones'"
"Who. him? Think I'd have that
freckle-face thing?"
wall. If he amt know who is"
''Bet you couldn't think OF his name
in hundred years"
"IOu mout think I can't, but can. :"
"Wall. who, then, since you are so
smart?"
"Morg Atcherson."
"Ho. wouldn't speak to him if was
to meet him in the road"
but you'd speak to some people If
you was to meet them in the road,
wouldn't you?"
"Yes, of course l would"
''Who would you speak to?"
"Oh, lots of folks. Did you see that
bird almost nlG me. SHE suooen.x ex-
claims.
II reckon he lowed you was a fow-
err"
''Oh, he didn't. no such of a thing.
You ought to be ashamed of yo'sef to
make fun of me thater way"
81 want maxim fun of you. Ho, if I
was ter ketch anybody maxim fun of
you it wouldn't be good for him."
''What would you do?"
I'D whale him."
"You air awful brave, amt you?"
'Never mind whut am; know that
II any man was to make fun of you he'd
have me to whup."
A number of people have stopped at
Uncle Johns house. They sit in the
large passageway running between the
two sections of the log building. and
the men. who have not heard the SER
mon, discuss it with the women who
were compelled to hear it from hating
start to excited finish. The sun is b!az-
ing out in the fields and tho June-bugs
are buzzjng in the yard. 1t is indeed a
day OF rest for the young and old, but is
it a restful time for the housewife?
Does that woman, with flushed face,
running from the kitchen to the dining
room and then to the spring-house for
the crock jar Of milk, appear to be rest
ing? Do the young men and women
that are lolling in the passage realize
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"You are an impudent young rascal
Mother" said JohI-, quietly, There
is no use listening further. shall not
apologize, and am ready to take the
consequences. Don't be alarmed III
take care of YOU"
"You must leave this house to-mor-
row." roared Squire Ronalds, in a very
undignified rage, stamping his gold
headed cane upon the ground.
"What shall we do, John?" said Mrs
Walton, dismally.
iii tell you, mother" said John.
There is nothing for me to do here.
Well 60 to Brandon, where there are
wooden mills. Then can get a chance
to work, and I'll rise, never fear. 1t is
best for US to 60"
Twenty-three years passed. To the
barefooted boy they brought wonderful
changes. At thirty-four he found him
self superintendent of the mill where
he had entered as poor operative, earn
ing salary of five thousand dollars a
year. He had built a handsome house
over which his mother presided with
matronly dignity. His sister Lizzie was
the wife of young physician in sue.
cessful practice in the same town.
One winter evening they were all
seated in Observation-Disclosures room
before glowing fire. His sister had
come to spend the afternoon. but was
prevented by the violent storm from re-
turning to her own home.
"What storm it is" she exclaimed,
shuddering. Il pity these who are out
in it"
YES" said her brother, sit is the
most violent storm of the year. The
snow must be two feet deep at least.
But we need not feel troubled. 1t is
summer indoors"
"Who would have thought, John, we
should come to live in such comfort"
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A BACK WOODS SUNDAY.
A Charming Picture of Life Amid
Rural Scenes
SUNDAY in the

SUNDAY in the
backwoOds OF Ten
nessee, viewed by
one whose feet
rarely stray from
the worn paths of
active life, may
hold nothing at
tractive, but TO the
old men and women
the youth and
maiden Of the soil
it is a poem that
comes once a week
to encourage young
love with its soft
s e n t i m Q n t and
SOOthe old lahor
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A Dismal Drive.

She-I am sorry. Mr.. Browne, hat I
can not DO otherwise than sister to
you. 1t is getting late, by the way. and
I think had better be home soon;
would you mind hurrying up the horsef
He (savagely)-Oh, not at all; but you
see ] expressly asked for an old horse.
and We are seven miles from nome. and
this nag only makes three miles N
hour. Get up there. you!-Harper'a
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HIS TRIUMPH.
How John Walton Took a Sweet
Revenge.

E OFF fro m
here, you little
beggar!'' s a i d
Oscar Ronalds,
imperiously.
I h g speaker
W a S a w g | l.
dressed boy o t
fourteen, a n d
the words were
addressed to a
boy of about his
own age and his
sister of eight.
T h e contrast
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"
they look like strips of sunshine, where
the trees are so ancient that one almost
stands in awe of them, where the moss,
so old that it is gray, and hanging from
the rocks in the ravine, looks like VEN
cradle boards growing on the faces that
have been hardened by years of trouble
in such country, even the most
slouching clown, walking as though step
ping over clods when blowing where
the ground breaks up hard. has in his
untutored heart a love of poetry. He
may not be able to roadway never
have heard the name of son of genius,
but in the evening. when he stands on a
purple ''knob." watching the soul Of
day sink out of sight in far-away val
vey, he is poet
When the shadow of Saturday night
falls upon a backwoods community in
Tennessee, quiet Joy seems to Turk III
the atmosphere. The whippoorwill has
sung unheeded every night during the
week, but tonight his song brings
promise of rest. The tired boy sits in
the door, and, taking of his shoes.
strikes them against the log doorstep to
knock the dirt out and the cat. that has
followed the women when they went to
milk the cows, comes and rubS against
him. The humming-bird, looking for a
late supper, buzzes among the honey
suckle blossoms, and the tree-tOad cries
in the locust tree. The boy goes to bed,
thrilled with an expectation. He muses.:
81
On the morrow the woods are full of
music. The great soul of day rises with
burst of glory. and the streams. bound
ing over the rocks or dreaming among
the ferns, laugh more merrily and seem
to be brighter than they were yesterday.
Horses neigh near an old log church and
swelling hymn is borne away on the
blossom-scented air. The plow-boy. sit
ting near the spring, needs not the
sacred music. but gazes intently down
the shady road. He sees some one COM
ing-sees the fluttering of gaudy rib
bon and is thrilled. A young woman
comes up the road, coyly tapping an old
mare with dogwood switch, and eager
lest some one else may perform the en-
young woman to alight He tries to ap-
pear unconcerned as he takes hold of
the bride rein, but he stumbles awk-
wardly as he leads the animal toward
the horseback. When he has helped
her down and has tied the horse it is
his blessed privilege to walk with the
girl as far as the church door.
whats Jim a-doin'?" he asks as they
walk along under the embarrassing gaze
of a score of men.
"Plowed yistidy; amt doin' nothin'
to-day"
BE here to-day. l reckon" he re-
joins.
mo. went to preachin' at Ebeneezer."
whats Tom a-doin'?'
"Wens to mill yistidy; amt doin'
nothin' to-day"
''Be here to-day. I reckon"
''He lowed he mout. but don't know
whether he will or not"
whats AT doin'?"
''Cut sprouts an deadened trees yis-
tidy; amt doin' noth:n' to-day"
''Be here to-day. reckon"
"Yes, lowed he was comm with Sue
Prior"
Anybody goln' home with you. Liza?"
mot that know Of"
"Wall, If nobody else amt spoke I'd
like to CO."
We'll see about it," she answers,
and then enters the church. He saun-
tiers of and sits down under tree
where a number Of young men are wal
lowing on shawls, spread on the grass.
The preacher becomes warm in his
work and the plow-boy hears him ex-