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Brookings register. (Brookings, S.D.) 1890-1894, 1893-09-22
Figures Sometimes Lie.

The HurOnite calls our attention to
mistake which was made in proof
reading, but the REGISTER would like
to know who put the Huronite 'on."
THE thOughtleSSneSS with which
figures are used is well illustrated by
the current use of a little paragraph.
The BrOOkingS REGISTER, some weeks
ago, probably through some slip of the
typo, was made to say, "Thc assessed
valuation of South Dakota has in
creased $40, ,O0O,O during the past ten
years. And now the item is having
quite a general run, with frequent
editorial comment on the marvellous
growth Of the state The fact is
that the statement would be much
nearer the truth if it read 800, ,O00, 600
in ten years. The assessed valuation
of South Dakota has increased about
$lO,0O0,000 during the one past year
With all the hard knocks, the people
of South Dakota not only made good
living last year, but they added to
their taxable wealth ten millions Of
dollars, And as the assessed valua-
tiOn is counted not more than one
third of the real value, we have a
gain of about thirty millions. In the
spring of '92 we had-real value-$39O-
100000, which had grown to 1920, 0,OOO,-
600 in the spring of '93. And, mind,
it was a smaller gain than will ever
occur again in year of the history of
the state. South Dakota is going
forward
Brookings register. (Brookings, S.D.) 1890-1894, 1893-09-22
A Brute,

The Toronto Messenger, referring
to the brutal attack reported in the
REGISTER last week, says:
Our citizens were aroused to the
highest point of anger last Friday
morning in learning of the brutal
manner in which Mons Stensland had
dealt with Svend Hanson, an employ
of his. While Mr. Hanson was sitting
on the bed pulling on one Of his shoes,
Mr.. StenSland rushed in, caught Han
son by the throat with his left and at
the same time striking him with the
right hand, in which he had large
pocket knife, leaving ten gastly look
ing wounds. After he had beaten
him to his hearts content, he threw
him out. Mr.. Hanson said Stems
land chased his wife first, but being
unable to catch her, he attacked him
in the above manner, without any
cause. This is the story as told us by
Mr.. Hanson, while another is told by
Mr.. Stensland. 1t is reported that
Mr.. Stensland has beaten his wife
times innumerable.
Brookings register. (Brookings, S.D.) 1890-1894, 1893-09-22

in variety and quality, which convey
an impressive idea of undeveloped re-
sources of field and mine"
MINERAL EXHIBIT.
South DakOtanS now here are happy
over the report in circulation that in
proportion to the number of her eX-
hibits their state will take more award
medals for minerals than any state in
the Union. There seems to be excel
lent foundation for the report, which
will be gratifying to the Black Hills.
The awards in mining will soon be
completed and the judges discharged
AGRICULTURAL EXHIBIT.
Commissioner Brown has been col
lecting specimens of this years crop
and visitors state that it has one Of
the neateSt and best displays in the
grand agricultural building. The
state will not suffer, and now that the
crowds are increasing it is bound to
prove of great benefit to our young
state.
Brookings register. (Brookings, S.D.) 1890-1894, 1893-09-22
Populists Will Not Support Bouck

r. L. Bouck, candidate for Circuit
Judge was in the city last week calling
on Democrats and Populists in the
pursuit of acquaintaIce--or votes.
He made the Advocate call. If Mr..
Bouck would show the Peoples Party
the courtesy" Of politely declining
the democratic endorsement the
Advocate would promise him majo-
rity of votes in Deuel. county next
NOyember.--Clear Lake Advocate.
Brookings register. (Brookings, S.D.) 1890-1894, 1893-09-22
,okings Roller Mills.

pFRFECTlON Flour is unequaed and always
.be same We pay above market price for all
wheat ,,,.,>
The Forrest City times., 1893-03-17

At his feet huge oil-can lay over turned and empty.
 The crowd stared at one another, open-mouthed. Then the truth flashed upon them.
 He oiled the track!"
 Bully for Crooked Joel.
 They caught the exhausted child flinging him from shoulder to shoulder striving with each other for the honor of bearing him. and so, in irregular, tumultuous. triumphal procession they brought him back to the depot and set him down among them.
 Pass the hat, pnris." cried one.
 It had been pay day, and the saved engineer and fireman dropped in each their months wages Not hand in all the throng that did not delve into pocket. There was the crisp rustic of bills, the chink of gold and silver coin.
 Out with your handkerchief, Joe. Your hands won't hold it all! Why young one, what-what's the matter?'i for the boy, with scarlet cheeks and burning eyes. had clenched both small hands behind his bacl-the poor. lNiotCoi otCh lhuth Witu ltS uuiuCh oi deformity and pain.
 No. no.' he cried, in shrill. high voice. Don't pay me. Can't you see what it's worth to me, once-iust once in my life-to be little use-lil1e other folks?"
 The superintendent had come from his office He laid his hand on the boys head.
 Joe" he said. i've couldn't pay you it if we wished. Money doesn't pay for lives! But you have saved us a great many dollars besides. Won't you let us do something for you?"
 You can't. You can't Nobody can.' The child's voice was almost shriek. It seemed to rend the air with the pent-up agony of years. There's only one thing in the world want, and nobody can give me that Nobody can make me anything but Crooked Joe,''
 The superintendent lifted him and held hlm against his own breast.
 My boy" he said in firm, gentle tones. you are right. None of us can do that for you But you can do it yourself. Listen to me! Where is the quick brain God gave you and the brave heart? Not in that bent back of
The Forrest City times., 1893-03-17
HUMOROUS.

-Bessie-"He was very impudent. He put his arm around me twice. :" Humph! He must have had a very long arm"
 -"I can dispose of q whole boat-load of sailors" remarked the whale. but it's when I swallow their yarns that feel worsted. ."-Elmira Gazette.
 MT Gotrox-"That confounded rheumatism is making my leg ache awfully." His Nephew" -"Er-you bet ter have it pulled. d."-IndianapolisJ Jour nal
 Favored Brasscy ''The wicked stand in slippery places" Fender "That is rather rough on our preacher. He has more slippers in .his house than any man in town. Truth.
 --.I have" said Teddy Blicl1ens. "a verwy bad habit of talking to myself" "Indeed.' she responded. Il have often heard of people who were their own enemies w Washington Star,
 -"Is this dog real Irish setter?" "Ah. ma am, av you could hear him bark, you'd not ashls thot quistion. Bark. doggy, bark, and show tn teddy your brogue. "-Harper's Bazar.
 -"Don't you think Peterson wears extremely loud jewelry??" "fes, for I've heard the jeweler ask him five diff ferent times for his pay and he didn't even notice him. m."-Inter-Ocean.
 -Unpardonable Offense. - Thrown Jack over, have you. Kitty?" "Yes. :" ..I thought you loved him." ''I did, but I discovered that he bought the candy he sent me at grocery. Buff falo Express
 Mrs. Snaggs-"I wonder what makes young Mir. Manchester bald at his age" Snaggs-"It is hereditary" :" "How so?'' .'Both his father and grand father were born bald. d."-Pittsburgh Chronicle-T Telegraph.
 -Judge-"You are here on charge of stealing wood, and are liable to pay a fine. Do you plead guilty or not guiltyp" That depends, your honor. whether the fine is a big one or notr-La Famille.
 Happily Deceived. = Dear me" said the carrot, ''it is pitiable to see the way in which we useful vegetables are outshone. 1 heard just now that two thirds of the male inhabitants of the civilized world use tobacco 'Or, at least" responded the sarcastic cabbage. they think they do" - Washington star.
The Forrest City times., 1893-03-17
PERSONAL AND LITERARY.


 It is reported that Emilio Castelar,, the Spanish patriot. statesman and scholar, has been invited to deliver the oration at the opening of the Worlds fair next May. The choice would seem a good one in every way. He has profound interest in and extensive knowledge of republican institutions, and is one of the most scholarly men of the day.
 Great regret is felt in Austria, espc- cially in Vienna. over the death of Dan- iel Spitzer. the novelist. and one of the brightest writers of the Vienna press. His satirical Vienna Promenades" first made him famous in the land of his birth He was often compared with Heine. Among his other works are "Dr. Herenrecht" and 'Nerliebter Wag- nerianer." Spitzer was born ill 1885.
 Mrs. Abby Morton Diaz has re- turned to literary work, after many years of benevolent labor as president of the Womans Educational and In- dustrial Union. She is preparing a book of essays advocating woman's work outside of the home as means of home development and improvement. Mrs. Diaz is giving series of Human ity Talks" before enthusiastic gather ings of women.
 Josiah Quincy. who is so frequent visitor to Mr. Cleveland, could hardly be mistaken for fashionable New Yorker, though his tall. slight figure and good-lool<ing, youthful face give him considerable distinction. He dresses quietly and well. but does not share the New Workers detestation of knees in the trousers. and probably never knows whether or not the cut of his garments is fashionable.
 A story is going the rounds to the effect that Christopher Lyman Magee. the Pittsburgh politician, now lives on the estate from which he was often driven as playing, barefoot boy. This treatment so enraged him that he de- termined to buy the property when he grew mp. His success in life has en- abled him to make the purchase and also to build one of the handsomest homes in Pittsburgh on the place.
 MT. John Hay questions the state ment that MT. Blaine inherited his eloquent. magnetic eyes from his mother" Mir Hay thinks he possessed the Blaine eye and the Blaine nose of four generations ago. These, Mir. Blaine's most striking features, are said to oc wonderfully like those of a brother of his paternal grandfather, which have been preserved in a crayon portrait copied and enlarged from a miniature.
The Forrest City times., 1893-03-17
LITTLE DANES AND MEN.

We must all remember when We were little danes and men: When each sorrow tugged away with all its might At our little hearts and eyes, Till the air was full of sighs, And the brightest day was turned to darkest night
 How we'd weep,
 How we'd creep To our little beds to sleep With wet lashes on flushed faces: even then, Not soul would ever know Half our agony; and SO We should sympathize with little danes and men.
 We must all remember when We were little danes and men, When we meet the little ones from day to day. A kind word is just as cheap, And it sinks to depths as deep As the harsh one you were sending down their way.
 If you knew
 How q few Gracious acts and words from you Were planted in their souls. 10 blossom when Golden days of chil hood seem To be shadows of dream You would love and cherish like little danes and men. John Ernest McCann, in N. F. Magazine.
The Forrest City times., 1893-03-17

yours-that has nothing to do with them. Let us help you to a chance only chance to work and to learn and it will rest with yourself to say whether in twenty years from now, if you are alive, you are Crooked Joe or Mr. Joseph Bryan"
 Visiting in C. not long ago. a friend said to me:
 Court is in session. Yon must go with me and hear Bryan
 The courtroom was already crowded at our entrance with an expectant audience. When the brilliant young attorney rose to make his plea noticed with shock of surprise that his noble head surmounted an under sized and misshapen body. He had spoken but five minutes, however, when l had forgotten the physical de- feet; in ten l was eagerly interested. and thereafter. during the two hours speech, held spell bound by the mar vicious eloquence which is fast raising him to the leadership of his profession in his native city.
 "A wonderful man. said my friend. as we walked slowly home ward. Then he told me the story of Crooked Joe. - St Louis Republic.
The Forrest City times., 1893-03-17

Nn any Otner lie couiu Hot re-
 .tmber when the long waiting-rooms
 with their tiled floors and dreary rows of stationary settees and crowds of ,.urrying people, were not quite as ia niliar to him and more homelille than ais mothers small, bare house, winch he knew as little more than a place for eating and sleeping.
 At an age when any ordinary baby might have been frightened into con vulsions by the shriek of locomotive Joe. securely fastened in his cab, would stare for hours through the great window undisturbed by the in cessant rush and roar of arriving and departing trains.
 He had been only six months old which at one fell stroke made him fatherless and transformed him from q strong, we'll developed infant to pitt ful creature, which even death refused to take.
 The old yardmen tell the story even yet-how young Michael Bryan, as straight and manly q fellow as ever left his green, old, native island for the better chances of the new world this side of the sea, came whistling out of the roundhOuse that morning and stepped hastily from before an incom- ing locomotive, neither seeing nor hearing another rushing up the paral- Tel track. His mates cried out to him too late. Nobody who saw it would ever forget the look of agony which distorted his handsome face in that one horrible instant when he recog- nized his doom, or the perpendicular leap into the air, from which he fell back beneath the crunching wheels
 In tke excitement and constcrnation of the time no messenger had been sent in advance to prepare the poor young wife for her trouble, and she stood in the doorway with her baby growing in her arms, when the stout bearers paused at her gate with their maugled burden. She uttered q terri ble cry and fell fainting-the child's tender back striking the sharp edge of the door stone.
 What a pity that it was not killed outright said everybody but the mother She herself always insisted that only her constant watching over the little fiickcring life kept her from gong mad in the first dreadful months of her bereavement.
 The officers of the railway company were kind to poor Mary Bryan. They paid the expenses of the burial, and after little Joe had slowly mended em- ployed her about the depot to scrub the floor and keep the glass and wood work bright and neat
 When Joe was seven years old his mother sent him to school. He went patiently day after day, making no complaint. but she awoke suddenly one night to find him sobbing on the pill low beside her. Only by dint of long coaxing was she able to find out the cause of his grief. Some of the rougher boys--more thoughtless than cruel, let us hope-had called him Humpy. and asked if he carried bag of meal on his back.
The Forrest City times., 1893-03-17
Sufficient.

stephen A. Douglas on one occasion was able to give utterance to a histor- ical rctort.
 After some one had been abusing him in the senate by the most severe personal denunciation Douglas arose in his seat and said:
 What no gentleman should say no gentleman need answer. - Youths Companion.
The Forrest City times., 1893-03-17

-'Will you kindly shut that door be- hind your' Yes, certainly. 1 always do.' ''Ah. that's just my luck. l al- ways ask those who always do. and every one I don't ask leaves it wide oper Pick Me Up.
The Irish standard., 1893-08-26

ordinary costume far more becoming
than her seventh-day 6nery.
That's a nice DRESS said, hypo-
critically. Where did you buy it?''
Il didn't buy it. It come ashore
"tWhat! When you "come ashore
yourself?'
No fear!' she answered. Last win
ter when the big ship went to bits out
there
g oh, 1 see! Then it was portion
of wreck?'
"'Yes. it come ashore; and, look ye
now, this jacket come ashore, too. On
sailor chap
"sAnd the sailor chap made you q
present of it, suppose?'
"sNo fear!' she repeated, with her
sharp shake of the head. How could
he give it me when he was drownded
and come ashore? William Jones gave
it to me, and altered it my own self
look We now-tO make it 1T
s.She was certainly an extraordinary
young person, and wore her mysterious
fnery with GOODNESS thought was
remarkable, it being quite clear, from
her explanation, that all fish that came
to. her net, or, in other words, that
dead mems clothes, were as acceptable
to her unprejudiced taste as any 9th
ers. However, the time was fastening
on, and / had my promise to keep. So
y got my crayon materials and made
Matt sit down before me on stool,
first insisting, however, that she
should divest herself Of her head-gear,
which was INSTRUMENTATION, but which
she discarded with extreme reluctance.
Directly 4 began abe became gid aud
~ y &. edo
The Irish standard., 1893-08-26

narrow and rudely made ROAD, wn1cn
wound along the rocky promontory,
at low water skirting the sand, at high
water the sea. The first house she
reached was wooden life-boat house,
lying down in creek and, it being
then low tide, at some distance from
the waters edge. On the roadside
above the house was a flagstaff, and
beneath the flagstaff wooden seat.
All was very still and desolate, with
out sign of life, but little further
along the road was q row Of cottages
Ee eg Shs seasS%6saas J 81 tRs 9S %sre
stead of lingering here Matt proceeded
on her way until she reached what at
first sight looked like the beginning Of
a village or small town. There were
house on each side of the road, some
of them several stories high; but close
inspection showed that most of them
were roofess, that few of them pos
sessed any windows or doors, and that
nearly all were decayed and dilapidat-
ed from long disuse, while not few
had blasted and sinister appearance,
rs if blackened by fire. And still there
was no sign of any human soul. Sud-
denly, however, the street came to an
end, and Matt found herself on a sort
of rocky platform overlooking the sea;
and on this platform, shading his eyes
from the blazing sun and looking out
seward, was solitary man.
So intent was he on his occupation
that he was unconscious of MATHS APP
proach till she was standing by his
side. He turned his eyes upon her for
moment and then once more gazed
out to sea.
A short, plump, thick-set man, with
a round, weather-beaten face, which
would have been good-humored but
for it's expression of extreme watchful-
ness and greed. The eyes were blue,
but very small and keen; the forehead
The Irish standard., 1893-08-26
CHAPTER v.

CONC1OOES WIFI a hASSs
Not far from the spot where William
Jones had landed, and removed some
little distance from the deserted vii
lage, with it's desolate main street and
roofess habitations, there stood low,
one-storied cottage, quite as black and
forbidding looking as any of the aban-
doned dwellings in its vicinity. It was
built of stone and rooted with slate,
but the doorway was composed of old
ships timber, and the one small win
dow it contained had originally formed
the window of a ships cabin. Over the
door was placed, like q sign, the
wooden figure-head of a young woman,
naked to the waist, holding a mirror in
her hand and regarding herself with
remarkable competency, despite the
fact that accident had deprived her Of
= nose and one eye, and that the bean
tiful red comp exion and Jet ack har
'sha once posse ssed hid
The Irish standard., 1893-08-26

l. 81 cant stop no longer, she ex-
planned. I've got to go to Monkshurst
for William Jones'
"sMonkshurst? Is that where the
polite Mr. Monk resides?'
"'Yes; up in the wood she replied,
with gri1nace expressive of no little
dislike.
"sIs Mr.. Monk friend of yours?'
"Her answer was very decided
negative. Then, slouching to the
door, she swung herself down to the
ground. followed, and stood on the
threshold, looking down at her.
"'Don't forget that I'm to paint
your PICTURE said. When will you
come back?'
Tomorrow, maybe
"I shall expect you. Good-by!
'Good-by, MASTER she returned.
reaching pp to shake l5a zs ,xeo -
towards the road, and noticed that she
took bold strides like boy. On reach
ing the road she looked back and
laughed, then she drew herself to-
gether and began running like young
deer, with little or nothing of her for
mer clumsiness, until she disappeared
among the sand-hills.
''Thursday.-This morning, just af-
ter breakfast, when had entered the
caravan to prepare my materials for
the days painting, Tim appeared at
the door with horrid grin.
g There's a young lady asking for
ye,' he said.
appointment of the day before, and,
when leaped from the caravan, per-
ceived standing close by, with her back
to me and her face toward the lake,
the figure of young woman. At first
1 failed to identify her, for she wore a
black hat and a white feather, a cloth
jacket, and a dress which almost
reached the ground; but she turned
round as approached her and recog-
nized my new acquaintance.
81 cannot say that she was improved
by her change of costume. In the first
place, it made her look several years
older-in fact, quite young womanly.
In the second place, it was tawdy, not
to say servantgally, if 1may coin such
an adjective. The dress was of thin
silk, old and frayed, and looked as if it
had suffered good deal from expos
ure to the elements, as was indeed
the actual case. The jacket was also
old, and seemed made of the rough
material which is usually cut into sail
ors' pea-jackets, which was the case,
also. The hat was obviously new, but
just as obviously homemade.
ESQ you have come said, shaking
hands. Upon my word, didn't know
you.'
"She laughed delightedly, and
glanced down at her attire, which
clearly afforded her the greatest salts
faction.
"I put on my Sunday Clothes she
exclaimed, ''cause was going to have
my likeness took. Don't you tell Will
liam Jones'
II promised not to betray her to that
insufferable nuisance and refrained
from Informing her that I thought her