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The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1897-07-01

DoDD AND THE WOMAN RODE UP THE GULcH
ON THEIR MULES.
Sacramento, with strong arm and a
brave heart, for new camp and a. new
claim.
In the big gulch, where he had stop
ped one day, under the midday sun, for
his coffee, he washed out pan or two
and things looked promising. Other
men came his way, dropping in by acct
dent, until there were a score of them.
The creek in the gulch PANIED out bet
ter every day, and they found fair
lead in the hills, SO they staked out the
camp and called it Downieville.
When Jack made his pile. he went
back east, and he died there, but he left
Downieville as monument to his men,
DRY.
Miles to the north of Downieville
and to the south there were gentle hills.
green in the summer and brown in the
winter, and through the hills ran a
crooked creek, with ripping song Of
it's own. To the west and to the east
were rugged bluffs and cathedral walls,
sheer and high, as if giant hands had
carved them, and the clouds hung down
like gray blankets on the brown peaks
of the mountains.
The rugged bluffs echoed the sound
of the long tom and the rocker, and
from the mountain tops above the men
at work looked like red ants carrying
their burdens. They turned the creek
bed and threw up dirt in the dry gulches
and dug to the bedrock and built little
mountains of gravel everywhere in their
desperate search for the yellow gold.
David Dodd, who kept the store in
Downieville, returned one day from
Sacramento, whittier he had journeyed
to purchase stock-red shirts and pick
axes and tin plates and plug tobacco.
In his store he sold about everything
but rum. He confessed to prejudice
against selling rum, but he owned to
none against drinking it. Thus it hap
pened the Silver Star saloon had mo-
nopoly in the drink line
When Dodd went away, he went
alone. When he came back, he brought
woman with him. He called her
Mrs. Dodd, and she said she was To
make portrait of her one required bat
three oils. Her face was red. ner hair
was black, and her dress was brown
Four were the total of her gowns. and
all wdre brown. The little hat she wore
was red. like her face. and her eyes
were as black as her hair
Dodd showed the men who were in
quisitive a paper, duly signed by the
Baptist parson of Sacramento. It said
she was Of the age of Al and her name
was Ellen Shanks. The men in Downie-
willie received her with favc-
The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1897-07-01

: A. Il. Patter, with E. C. Atkins e.
20, indianapolis, Ind, writes: II
nave never before given a Testimonial
IN my life. Bull will say that for
three years we have never been with
out Chamberlain's Collie, Cholera and
Dlarrhaa Remedy in the house. and
my wife would as soon think of b ,in0
without Hour as a bottle of this REM
cay In the summer season. We have
used 1t with all three of our children
and 1t has never failed to cure-not
simply stop pain, but cure absolutely.
II Is all right, and anyone who tries II
Will ind it So" For sale by Scbeld-
rup q Fiesler, Druggists.
The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1897-07-01
FL. B. MCPHERSON,
: l'-IIOIArHSoO4V,
Captain

DR., E. c. Rich touched Europe and
returned, arriving home on Friday
asst, after an absence of only little
more than six weeks During that
time ne visited London, Hamburg, and
Parls-but, in the nature of tbinos
MS visit was not exhaustive He SIM
ply got a general idea of what he ex-
poets some time to see more leisurely.
He enjoyed his trip thoroughly, brief
as it was. What surprised him most
in the cities was st. Pauls in London,
the Park System Of Hamburg and MAJ
poleon's tomb In Paris. His sister
Miss Carrie Rich, will remain abroad
Wild relatives for an indefinite period.
The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1897-07-01
Cause For Laughter.

First Little Boy What are you
laughin at?
Second Little Boy Fathers scoldin
everybody in the house cause he says
he can't lay thing down minute
without some one pickin it up an losin
it he, he, hel
& What's be lost?"
His pen /"
Where is it?'
Behind his ear all the time. San
Francisco Examiner.
The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1897-07-01
s. O. W.

All members of the Sons of yeter-
ans are earnestly requested to be at
camp ON Saturday July 3, to make ar
engagements to help the 4th of july
committee On Monday. All brothers
OF the order please be at the hall on
MONDAY, alta M, prompt, and also
all visiting brothers are requested to
JON With us in the parade. BY order
of
The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1897-07-01

.zESka Some wheels are dear at
Xz any price," but those who
(Y@Gp3 know wheel, will have the
sAzz~ Deere at any price. For
sale by w. S. Dean & Co.
The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1897-07-01
Phoenix Laundrv.

Leave your packages at the Boston
Clothing Store Basket sent every
wednesday MOI ming and is returned
Saturday noon. Ladies' waists a
specially. All work guaranteed.
The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1897-07-01
Political Preiudices.

Say observed the shade of Sir
Walter Raleigh, why didn't you finish
that game of poker with Thomas Jeffer-
son and Patrick Henry?'
Because, answered the shade of
George III, II couldn't stand Pat. ;"
New York Press.
The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1897-07-01
In the Near Future

First Doctor Good photograph, isn't
IL?
Second Doctor Fairly good Flatters
the left lung little. | think: Strand
Magazine.
The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1897-07-01
As Usual.

"Spoutem, the orator of the day, is
talking yet
Eyes; he thinks that orator Of the
day means all day.
The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1897-07-01
Wanted.

An apprentice girl to learn dress
making applyto
Mrs. A. L. SPRAGUE.
The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1897-07-01
SIT is the Rest ON EartI,.,,

That is what Edwards 81 Parker.
of Plains, Ca. say Of Cham
berlain's Pain Balm for rheumat SIN.
lame back, deep seated and muscu lar
pains. Sold by Scheldrup 81 E'iesler-
The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1897-07-01

A gd0a bicycle story is told by the
ISIS. a lady used to keep her bicycle
In a cellar, slung from the ceiling by
ropes. One night mouse ran down
the ropes on an exploring expedition,
and presently landed on the front
wheel. His weight caused.it to revolye
ana the harder he strove to Chamber
up TO the top of the wheel, the faster it
went round. In the morning, when a
servant entered the cellar, a gaunt,
gray animal, with haggard eyes and
despair engraved on every feature,
was found still making strenuos effort
to obtain it's object. The wheel was
still spinning, and the cyclometer
marked % miles.
The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1897-07-01
DONsIE DODD.

Il
Copyright, 49, Will M. Clemens.1
Then here's to ther mem'ry Of Downie, old
Jack,
Who KUN to TIER gulch with er pan on ez back.
He washed out the gold an stuck to ez claim,
An now it's called Downieville after ez name.
Then drink to Their health Of er brave pioneer
An join in ther wishin tibet Dowie waz here.
The tin cups ratified on the bar of the
Silver Star. Gruff voices out Of tune
sang the old song, and they all drank
to the memory of old Jack Downie, the
pioneer of Fiddletown, the bravest man
in Red Dog and the father of Downie-
vile.
Weary of poverty, he had thrown
down his pick in Fiddletown and at
Red Dog and struck out to the north of
The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1897-07-01
FOURTH OF JULY.
BIZ JOEL BENTON.

a soft light from the purple morn
Across the landscape makes its way,
And glorious hopes for US are born
Upon the nations natal day.
Mere than century's years have run
Since Valley Forge and Bunker Hill,
While Concord's fight and Lexington
Bring memories that thrill US still.
Too rarely now we count the cost
And hazard of that warfare's wage
Or think on what rough seas were tossed
ne patriots Of our earlier age.
Firmly they stood against the night
OF the whole worlds supremest power.
They fought by faith and not by sight
When failure threatened hour by hour.
But he who rules the fates and years,
Who shapes all human destinies,
Made hope the conqueror Of their fears
And brought US freedom linked with
peace.
Lift, then. today the stripes and stars
And let our country's banner wave,
Which went victorious through its wars
And ST spires the true and brave.
Peal, bell on the summer airl
Bring nj and the lannon's aid,
For where is a land more fair
Than tho q patriot fathers NADER
The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1897-07-01
VIM. EMBER, M. D..
From Chicago.
Terms Cash, In Money or Dust.

Underneath, in sprawling hand,
young Ember had written:
The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1897-08-04
AT TWENTY SEVEN.

There is Il cottage III the heart of a
New England city, built long ago, when
land was plenty. and no one has ever
been able to encroach upon or narrow
down single inch of the generous
stretch of lawn and garden. 1t is long
way from the street gate to the wide
yeranda. A graveled walk leads up be-
tween the wide stretches of rich, green
grass. The front of the house is COW
cred with ampelopsis, that rugged vine
which beauties so many eastern
homes. At the right of the house there
are pear trees loaded now with white
blossoms, tossing out on the wind their
rich peculiar perfume.
The moon, SO sadly neglected by the
people of cities, is sailing overhead and
making the pear trees look like great
icebergs. The perfume of the blossoms
has been intensified by the dew. From
one window there CLEANS little light;
inside, a sweet, blue-eyed child is sleep
ing, while through the gate man and
woman slowly stroll and come up the
graveled walk together.
THAT play always impresses me
deeply. What infinite understanding
that man puts into his part!" The seri-
Gus face of the broad-shouldered man
shows that he has indeed been deeply
impressed by the evenings perform
ance.
He has lost none of his old-time art.
saw him in that same character ten
years ago, and he has not changed one
iota. / made some sketches of him
then, which afterward appeared in Wal
ter Bridgman's splendid work on
Shakespeare"
They have reached the veranda. Let
us sit out here for little while; it is so
cool and lovely"
The man draws forward two deep
chairs and the woman removes her hat.
Her dress of creamy white stuff, with
rich lace about her throat, sets off the
brilliant beauty of face and the perfect
form. The hair is parted and drawn
plainly back in the latest mode, and this
is Janet at 81, the wife of man who has
numberless pictures in the academy,
whose name is known in this and near
ly every other country, but Il man as
modest and unassuming as man could
be.
They have seen that same old play
tonight; the star who had almost asked
Janet to wait for his return, and who,
probably, had not thought OF her twice
in all these years, had played that same
old splendid character, and Janet had
sat and listened to him with the keen
est enjoyment. She is not thinking of
him now, however.
Il had letter from home to-day"
The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1897-08-04

fishers drop in and get ideas for this or
that. Pictures. draperies, potted plants,
portfolios and hundreds of sketches in
black and white are all about.
Janet is talking to well-known pub
Usher about a cover design when the
star enters. She drops the piece of
card and goes forward to greet him.
II am so glad you have come" The
welcome is simple, but the flush on her
face speaks more than words.
She shows him the sketches, ex-
quisite work from photographs in char
acter. and one by one, as the day is
drawing TO close, the visitors drift out
and they are left alone.
A sort of embarrassment creeps over
both.
you have had successful season ?'
very"
"And you will come this way again p"
II hope So" He looks up quickly; she
raises her eyes. He reaches out his
hand and takes one of hers. shall l
see you when I come again; may
hope that you will look or" His voice
has grown very tender and he is speak
ing hastily. Into her dark eyes steals
the old sweet usefulness they used to
wear and her lips are trembling. He
notes this-he notes all this and the
tight clasp on his hand lightens.
His voice is changed when he speaks
again:
II am glad met you, Miss Townsend
I shall always remember you" He
looking at him now; he raises her chin
with the tips of his fingers. God bless
your bonny brown eyes-Janet."
He speaks her name so softly that
she scarcely hears it, the curtains part
The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1897-08-04
CURRENT TOPICS.

To acquaint drivers OF vehicles with
the course to be taken by a fire en-
CINE, Berlin engineers are to be equip
ped with little semaphore apparatus.
The arm standing erect proclaims that
the engine is to go straight forward,
and if it is to turn into another street
the arm points right or left, according
to the direction to be taken.
DUMoNr CLARKE, president OF the
American exchange bank, of New
York, has received. as present
silver model o; the bank of England,
complete in every feature and correct
in proportions-a perfect fac smile in
miniature OF the famous building.
AT Ribeauville, in France, the cap
tain of the local fire brigade recently
became a happy father With one ac-
cord the brave fremen sacrificed the
hirsute adernments which were their
glory, to fill a velvet cushion, and this
unique gift was duly placed in the
babys cradle, with diploma of honor
airy membership of the corps.
The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1897-08-04

she says. dad writes that mother u
not very we'll, and wants me to come
down and bring Rachel. Don't you
want to go, too, Roberta"
He thinks of the picture that is to be
finished to hang on the line. You
mustn't tempt me, Janet, but you go
and take little Ray. 1t will do you both
good. | will take you down and bring
you back"
And you don't mind if I'm not here
to meet the people from abroad, and
you will cancel our engagement with
the Murrays at the shore?"
certainly. Don't we owe everything
to dad-mustn't we establish a prece-
dent for Rachel?"
Robert, do you know / told dad ten
years ago l wanted to live in bohemia,
and he said in his letter to-day: You
will find the same old seat under the
chestnut. Maybe it isn't like bohemia,
but it's mighty pleasant
''And you found bohemia, Janet?
Don't you know that bohemia is every
where? 1t was under the chestnut
WHICH, you WSAC q Sill, ~ was al tOuT
studio when you were sketching; it is
here under the pear trees now. When
you bound bohemia, sweetheart, you
do not say it is bounded on the north by
this country or that, and on the south
by something else; you say it is bound
ed above by the blue sky of heaven and
on every side by Gods free air and sun
shine"
why, you are poet, Robert"
mo, dear, only little bohemian"
And with her arm through his, she
crosses the veranda, and together they
go in to little Rachel.-Prairie Farmer.
The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1897-08-04
I'M STORY ! ,7flle$
. :
WORN INTO A THREAD.

Grandmother's Evening Song.
At twilight, as sit and think of friends
that I have known,
And mem'ry wanders back to when never
sat alone,
When was called the village belle. and
Henry was my king,
And in the little church he gave to ne a
wedding ring,
A richly rounded band of gold that made
me his for life.
How proudly pleased 1 felt when Henry
called me darling wife,
But weary years have passed since then;
my king has long been dead:
The ring with which he welded me Is worn
into a thread.
And as my remiscent thoughts advance
year or two
The faces of our little ones present them
selves to view,
Like sunbeams that have gone and left
their precious ghosts behind.
The happy days of motherhood recalling
to my mind.
Ny ears are filled with childish laughs, my
eyes brim DER with tears;
feel the sweet. warm baby breath have
not known for years
Again the little nightgowned forms are
kneeling by the bed,
Just as before the wedding ring was worn
into thread.
The years fit by like swallows, on the wings
of fancy borne;
My precious sons and daughters of their
childishness are shorn.
A noble-faced young man relates the work
that he has done;
My voice takes on happy tone of pride to
call him son,
The daughters, too about me cling, as in
the days of old:
The slender, clinging. girlish forms upon
my breast fold,
But they have passed away, into the great
hereafter led
Before their mothers wedding ring was
worn into thread.
And now alone sit and mourn, and no one
seems to care
Or think of those who, gone before. are
waiting lover there
But I, with silvered hair and heart that
once was full of love,
Have naught to think or long for but the
Happy Home above,
Where they have gone to make for me
place beside my king
My Henry and my children, to whose mem
Dry / cling,
And they'll remember mother, even tho
they went ahead,
And in Heaven kiss the wedding ring that's
worn into a thread.
-P. K. Mindil in Chicago Dispatch.
The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1897-08-04

want me to read the rest of that con-
tinued story? They had just reached
the trial in the last chapter.
mo, not just now. Mother and have
been sort of thinking things over and
we have decided that we will use the
honey money each year for the chill
dren's education. Now, you are the old
est, Janet, and mother thinks you
ought to have chance because YOU
have always had to kind of take care of
the younger ones. Saw Zekial Hale in
town to-day, and he tells me Elizabeth
is going to business college in the
city. Mother and concluded we'd have
you go with her. Elizabeth's a good
girl"
"What would / do with business
education, dad?"
''Oh, lots of girls are learning to be
bookkeepers and stenographers and so
on. Do you want to go?"
Not to be bookkeeper, dad"
'Why?"
81 have got book learning enough,
but if you will let me go and study
drawing" the girl goes behind her
father and puts her arms close around
his neck II can draw well now; Mr..
Muncie says l can learn no more from
him. l want to be an artist
The mans face is thoughtful. 81
don't know about that, Janet. I'm
afraid mother won't agree, but I'll ask
her. Children nowadays do learn diff
ferent things from what they used to-"
Dear old dad" and the arms hug
closer. "And will live in bohemia"
He didn't say anything more. He is
very proud of this bright, dark girl; he
has an innate feeling that she really
would not make bookkeeper or an
office girl; she is so different from the
other children.
The matter is finally settled, and she
is going away! Away from the cot
tage all woodbine covered, the sweet
damp woods, the birds that sing in the
treetops. Away from the deep. clear
watered creek and the favorite spot
where the eddy is formed by jutting
bank and the speckled trout skins the
water and leaps at the wide-winged fly
that hovers over. No feather fly and
spoon hook have ever swept that water.
1t was all about her, but the girl did
not know it-bohemia, land of child
hood and innocence, of all good things
in life.
The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1897-08-04
Melon Cream.

Peel the fruit and remove the seeds:
slice the fruit and put it into a pre-
serving kettle. To one good sized
melon add half pound of granulated
sugar and cook until the fruit is soft.
Add a quarter of an ounce of gelatine
which has been soaking in very little
cold water and rub the mixture through
a sieve and flavor with a tablespoonful
of wine. When the mixture is cool,
beat it with whip until it is light.
whipped cream and pile upon a glass
dish and serve very cold.-N. Y. Sun.
The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1897-08-04
xBOHEMIA.*
AT SEVENTEEN.

THERE are high hills on every side
save one-the south approach leads
up from a valley mile away. The
house faces the incline, and back of it,
up and up, the grade rises until less
than mile away the tops of the green
pines toss their brushes against the
sky. Right and left close hills hedge
in the house and on each side is touch
of the primeval forest. Back of the
house on the inclineNis flower garden,
kitchen garden, strawberry bed, a
strip of green corn, and field of yellow
grain.
In corner of the garden, beyond the
beds of vegetables and rows of thyme,
trellis and clump of currant bushes,
where ripe fruit hangs like punches of
coral, there is chestnut tree and under
it's shade is Janet Townsend's favorite
retreat.
Janet is II, her black hair is braided
to her waist and beyond that falls in q
silken bush that touches the grass as
she sits with her hands clasped around
her knees, her body leaning forward.
~
wistful, inquiriug look you sometimes
see in the eyes of the young.
Janet is dreaming of the future, wait
ing for the kingdom to come to her,
and it is SO much nearer than she
dreams.
Overhead songbird rustles among
the leaves and fits upward from limb
to limb until the topmost Dough is
reached. He pipes two or three short
inquiring notes, turns his head this way
and that to see if he is to be undis-
turbed, and then he balances forward,
while the rich round notes of his wild
song seem to fairly tumble from his
throat.
Janet, Janet" voice is calling.
Janet, your father wants YOU" The
girls hands unclasp; she throws out
her arms, numbed by the tension of the
clasp about her knees, and then she
lightly runs down the path to the house.
Father wants you, Janet" one of the
children repeats as she bounds up the
steps of the back porch; ''he is out on
the front stoop."
What is it, daddy?"
She sits down on the steps and looks
up at the man SO like herself. His dark
eyes have retained their fullness and
softness of youth, the cheeks are thin
and dark with sun tan, but his forehead
is broad and white.
Were you busy, Janet?"
Pm never busy, dad"
The man looks at the girl half re-
gretfully. II am afraid you don't like
work, Janet. Work is good thing"
Eyes, | know work is a good thing
the right kind of work"
There was silence for few minutes
and then she said, reaching out for the
paper he held in his hand: do you