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Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1897-04-15
FOR YOUNG PEOPLE.
A QUARREL IN THE OVEN.
o. the gingerbread boy and the ple-crust

D. the gingerbread boy and the ple-crust
girl
They had quarrel one day;
Together they sat on the oven shelf
The pie-crust fay and the gingerbread elf,
And the quarrel commenced this way:
Said the gingerbread boy to the pie-crust
girl:
I'll wager my new brown hat.
That I'm fatter than you and much more
tanned.
Though you're filled with pride till you can
not stand ~
But what is the good of that?"
Tha pie-crust girl turned her little nose up
In most provoking way:
20. maybe you're brown. but you're poor
as can be,
You do not know lard from q round green
pea!
Is there aught that you do know, prayg'
o. the gingerbread boy. he laughed loudly
with scorn
AZ he looked at the haky pie-crust.
Just watch how III rise in the world!''
cried he.
"Just see how I'm bound to grow lghtr'
cried she.
while you stay the color Of rust
So the gingerbread boy and the pie-crust
girl,
They each Of them swelled with pride.
TIL noise was heard in the room without
A cry of delight. then very glad shout.
And the oven was opened wide.
Then the gingerbread boy and the pie-crust
girl
Could have screamed and wept with pain
For a rosy-cheeked lass and small bright
eyed lad
Took bite of each-yes, this tales very
sad
80 they'll now never quarrel again.
--Oueen
Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1897-04-15
EASTER TRIUMPH.
A Fresh Impetus Given to the Upward
4. Aspirations of Mankind.

Fresh Impetus Given to the Upward
Aspirations Of Mankind.
The passing of the severe season Is
the signal for undisguised triumph in
external nature. Sky and sun, and
mead and crag, are lighted up with a
new fire. 1t is the feast of the sun, the
yearly awakening of the myriad sleep
ing beauties-the running of the sap.
the coioring of the leaf and the flower,
the return of life and strength and myr-
lad activities.
nature and with the Divine who is risen.
The ancient church ranks the resurrec-
ton as the first and primal basis of her
claim. For if He is not risen there is
no shadow of right in Christianity as a
Divine institution. But. on the other
hand, all men are risen with Him. The
world rose very great and strong on
that Easter morning when Love came
back from the tomb with a message OF
hope and a proof and assurance of the
faith of the chosen few.
Ever since Easter triumphs have
multiplied. rising is the new order. Ex-
celsior is the schoolboy's motto. Full
grown ambition sees nothing in the
way of his attaining the greatest honor
or the highest station-except Lack of
opportunity and unfavorable circ'rm-
stances. The primeval downward in
man comes back now only as an atav-
ism that is out of place and out of date.
In the aspiring of an ill-judged pur-
suit of greatness or success. the bad
trait of some long dead ancestor comes
back to pull down. instead Of building
up. The general tendency. however. is
upward. We believe a fresh impetus
was given to it on the first Easter when
the women waited for Him to come
back-the Light Of Hope from the
sightless eyes Of death. There is no
more darkness or death. but light and
life.-Collier's Weekly.
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HURRYING TO A FIRE.

ming rubber coats and fire hats. The
bells of both engine and wagon are
ringing furiously, and the whistle of the
former keeps up n series OF short
shrieks.
1t is truly an inspiring sight, and he
almost forgets the destruction that
threatens his home.
AS he looks up the avenue he sees APP
preaching from Twentieth street. four
blocks to the north, another piece of
apparatus--a heavy affair that sways
from side to side ms it swings from one
car-track to another. This is struck"
or hook-and-ladder company, and it Is
preceded by light wagon containing
two men, one driving while the other
looks eagerly ahead for the appearance
of fire. This Is the chief of the Seventh
battalion, who afterwards has charge of
the fire. Whistles and bells in the two
adjoining streets to the north of him
tell of the approach of more engines.
One is coming from the east, the other
from the west. The engine approach
ing from the east turns the corner of
Eighteenth street, two blocks above,
just as the one coming from the south
Is over n block away. II is now mad
race between the two to see which will
first reach the box. The one appToach-
ing from the south has the advantage
of clear run up the avenue, however,
and arrives at the corner before the
other. The man at the box indicates
by pointing to his home the location OF
the fire, and the driver of this engine,
who knows the hydrants in his distric.
as well as he knows the stations, turns
the corner on a run and pulls his horses
up beside a hydrant nearly opposite the
fire.
Another truck company has followed
this first appearing engine, also coming
from the south. Another battalion
chief has turned the corner of Four
teenth street, coming from the east, and
following him a strengthening APP
paratus-a four-wheeled wagon, carry
ing what one might almost call an enor-
nous cannon with an inverted muzzle
this is a water tower" Still another
detachment dashes toward the box from
the north. This is big red wagon
drawn by two noble animals that are
covering the ground with great leaps.
1t is filled with men wearing white rub
Der coats and red fire hats. This Is
section of the fire insurance patrol, and
they come to protect property from
damage by water, and to save what they
can. The third engine coming from
the west follows and pulls up at hy-
drant on the corner and awaits or
ders."
The first company to arrive have
rushed into the basement with their
hose. The engine is at work in an in
slant, and few dashes of water extin-
guishes the fire. The fire insurance
patrolmen go through the building,
opening windows to let the smoke es-
cape and ascertain the amount of dam
age done. Members of the first truck
company to arrive assist the men from
the engine company in putting out any
remaining traces of fire by pulling
down woodwork, plaster, etc., in the
kitchen. The other companies stand
ready to get to work until ordered ito
quarters" by the battalion chief; and
soon there is little evidence of a fire be-
yond wet pavement and a badly
wrecked kitchen.
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HERDlNG THE LAMBS.
How 1t Is Done In the Great Rancho
of the Far West

How 1t Is Done In the Great Ranches
of the Far West. l..
The herding of lambs, most people
would say, should be pleasant occu-
patton, but no occupation is more en-
asperating than this ancient and
pastoral and poetical one. Rearing a
few lambs is amusing enough, but
when it comes to herding them in great
numbers, as in western sheep ranches,
then woe begins for man.
At the proper season the focks are
divided up into little punches of 30 or so,
in order that the newborn lamb and
his mother may get acquainted" In
a big flock, the mother is almost sure to
lose her lamb. AS for the lamb himself
it is usually he--for the first three
or four days of his existence, he is not
only unable to distinguish his mother
from any other sheep, but he cannot
distinguish her from anything else, and
will chase a man or a COW or n coyote
with equal impartiality and enthusi-
asm. .
The little punches of sheep and lambs
are sent out to feed, each in charge Of 4
herder-extra hands being hired for
the occasion--whose business is to keep
the lambs from straying away and mix
ing theselves up with the other punches
which they will certainly do if they
can.
The herder will be watching his lit
tie flock, and perhaps smiling at the an
ties of one of the lambs--who,
having found a most desirable ant
hill, has assembled to it's loftiest
summit, and is there jumping up
and down, stiff-legged and switch
ing his tail. as If in the happy
conviction that he has discovered the
very highest peak in the world-when
there comes light puff of wind, bring
ing with it the bleat of some old eve
half mile off. In an instant away goes
the lamb to see If that were not his
mother calling-very likely he tumbles
over his mother in the first three steps
and away goes the herder in pursuit.
But the lamb, for all that he may be
only "a hours old, easily outruns the
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RUNNING 70 a FIRE.
Response OF New York's Department
to an Electric AInrm.


to an Electric Alarm.
IAN Alarm Of Fire by Telegraph ID
the subject Of an article by Charles T.
Hill, in st. Nicholas After describing
the outbreak of fire in kitchen in
West Sixteenth street, and the pulling
of an alarm from corner box, Mr. Hill
says: The alarm has been sent. 10
may seem like an age to the owner as
he stands waiting for the firemen to APP
pear; but il is matter of only a few
seconds; for within 20 seconds this sta
ton number is ringing in a score or
more of engine houses, and within one
minute and a half six companies of APP
paratus are on their way to this box.
He looks up and down the avenue and
what does he see? 4
Turning into Seventh avenue at the
intersection of Greenwich avenue, five
blocks to the south of where he stands,
fire engine appears, drawn by three
plunging gray horses. AS it Strengthens
out in the broad avenue, they dash mad
ly toward where he stands. A hose wag-
| on follows, filed with sturdy men dom
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THREW HIM TO THE GROUND.

is the property of married woman.
Shame upon you'll"
When he was permitted to go down.
stairs he inquired for Mrs. Travis. 1t
would be but an act of propriety and
courtesy to thank her in person for her
kindness to n sick man.
She had gone away the evening be-
fore with her mother.
The deuce take it," he said. regret
fully. lam never to see her face?"
4
When next Easter day came Victor
Bradnor was in Rome and with thou
sands of others attended the magnificent
services at St. Peters, where all the
pomp and circumstances of stately
robes. grand professions and artistic
music combined to give emphasis to
this day of days in the calendar. Brad
nor listened pensively to the glory
strains Of organ and the rich-toned
voices of the men and boys of the choir.
His thoughts were far out and away in
the UNCOVERED Virginia church, and
he felt that the music of her voice was
sweeter than that of all the harmonies
which echoed in St. Peters. While the
organ pealcd and voices blended with
it in happy acclaim of Resurrection
day. he thought he could hear her
divine vocalization above them all. soft
and gentle withal as the zephyr at even
tide.
He was glad when the services were
ended. because their suggestions
brought too freshly before him the
recollections of the Faster day of the
previous year. lie felt he must go
through life haunted by a voice, the
owner of which he burst not look upon
even should he chance to meet her, be-
cause she was the wife of another.
Passing into the outer air. he walked
along aimlessly pursued by the object
Of his love, the voice that continued to
haunt him. He was aroused out of his
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longs to her, Victor Bradnor?"
Still, though he sneered and reproved
himself. the voice quickened and sent
out repeated melodies in the great cham
Der of his thoughts.
50
White Sulphur Springs was filed with
people from all over the country and
among the throngs was Victor Bradnor,
who had gone thither not so much for
his health as to get away from the heat
Of the city and the ennui that at times
oppressed him.
~ The evening was delightful one in
August, and Bradnor was seated upon
the veranda of his hotel, holding high
converse with an old acquaintance he
had first met at Florence, and, later, at
London.
This friend was languidly telling of
misadventure he had on gondola at
Venice. in which fair Venetian maid
figured, 'punctuated by an involuntary
bath in the blue waters, when, suddenly,
Bradnor, leaned his head to one side,
like a dog when attentively regarding
his master.
He no longer heard his friend. The
firing Of cannon would not have di-
verted him from the object of his in
terest. . ~
Again the tender chords of memory
| were touched and his big chest heaved
| like huge bellows pumped by smith
The voice of the village church
| poured out it's richness in a stream of
glory. overwhelming yet inspiring him
with its refreshing. The woman was
ssinging the Last Rose of Summer" A
touch of sadness pervaded her voice,
| which now and then nearly quivered
with emotion as she declared the soli-
| fairness of the flower and the death OF
its fellows. She was singing in the
| great hall and the liquid tones poured
! through the open windows.
When she had done he sighed heav-
lily, arose and strobe abruptly away
| from his friend. who, with mild SUR
| prise upon his countenance. likewise
stood upon his feet and slowly followed
| after Bradnor.
The latter proceeded on his way until
| he reached the end of the long piazza,
| when he faced about and paused. upon
the very brink of the broad fight of
steps.
His friend drew near and was about
to address him. when party of ladies
| approached from within and both gen.
tlemen moved as if to permit them to
have greater freedom in passing. Brad
nor, in his abstraction. stepped back
| ward instead of forward. with the re-
suit that he lost his footing, slipped and
fell heavily. rolling over until he
reached the ground.
Instantly everything was in confu-
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For going on our life grows gray
In shadow of the passed away:
The things we had, and have not. seem
The fading vision of dream,
Dear voices hushed. dear hands ungrasped,
Dear household broken. links unclasped
That late were binding kith and kin:
Such winds of sorrow have swept in
That wide, waste spaces everywhere " d
Leave empty silence. bleak and bare.
Not now with starry lilies Digit
We greet the Casters morning light. m
Our lilies bloom beyond the tide
Sweet fields are on that other side,
Here meet we pain and fret and loss,
And heavy weight of rough-hewn cross. y
When Easter breaks. thank God, we say,
For strength still equal TO our day,
For hopes that span the road before
And love that climbs to Heavens door.
IT'S much, If but. serene and still,
We can accept the Fathers will,
And comforted, uplift our psalm,
And feel. through tears, the Easter balm.
And now. by every lowly grave,
One tender thought our fond hearts crave,
Folded and fair on Easter day
May come so much our own to be
That aye His blessed company
May light like sunshine all our gloom,
And make our Easter lilies bloom
In hearts that join with full accord
The anthems to the risen Lord.
Margaret e. Sangster, in Chicago In
terror.
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herder, and hurries on, until, for want
of breath, or because ne has seen some
imaginary bugaboo, he falls fiat upon
his side among the grass and lies still,
believing himself to be securely hidden.
Then the herder creeps softly up and
pounces upon the little truant, turns
his head the right way, sets him upon
his feet, and gives him pat behind to
start him. In an instant the perverse
little animal has whIrled around and
set off again in the wrong Objection.
Perhaps the herdsr, having caught
the fugitive, will swing him round and
round until the lamb is so giddy that he
falls upon his head the moment he is
act down; but It makes no difference;
no sooner has he staggered to his feet
again than away he goes once more on
his original course with the accuracy
which is as astonishing as it is provok-
ing.
The only sure plan for the herder to
follow Is to tuck the truant under his
arm and carry him back to within see
ing, hearing and smelling distance of
his own bunch. Then, perhaps, the
lamb will condescend to recognize his
mother again, greeting her with re-
monstrant "Baa!" as if to say: "Oh,
here you are! And where have you been
gadding TO, I'd like to know"
This sort of thing goes on at frequent
intervals all day long, from sunrise to
tunset, and it IS not TO be wondered al
If, by the end of the day, the harasscd
herder should ne in state of collapse
and his temper in a very rickety condi-
ton -Sidford F. Hamp, in Youths Com
Dainon.
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abstraction by a sudden scream and
then another.
just ahead of him n great burly rel
low, a thievish beggar, il would seem.
had seized u woman. an elegantly
dressed lady, by the arm. while her
companion. young and exquisitely
beautiful female. regarded the man
with looks of horror upon her refined
face. ISIS
Striding rapidly forward. Budnor
reached out and grasped the knave,
who had not observed his approach. by
the throat and threw him heavily to the
ground. The rascal lay stunned for
moment. and. then rcviving, gathered
himself quickly together. and hurried
away. muttering imprccations rs he
staggered along.
1--WE had given him money. sir" said
the older of the ladies. but he de-
manded more. all we had. in fact. and.
and" she was greatly excited and was
so overcome that she broke fairly down.
MANY Of the Roman beggars are very
bold" he said. reassuringly. but you
will hear no more from him. But-herc
is my card" he said. drawing out his
case and handing one to each. you
are Americans and am an American
also. Permit me to see you to your
carriage" ttt
Mamma, that is Mrs. Trenton. wished
us to take one. but the distance is so
short and the day so lovely, headstrong.
decided we had better walk. i am
Mrs. Travis. both of Ingleside. Vir-
ginia."
The owner of the divine voice. The
charm of it was rs sweet in CONVERSE
ton as in song. Bradnor. as they pro-
ceeded on their way, regarded her
furtively from time to time.
Mrs. Trenton knew of the Bradnors.
of Baltimore. and invited Victor to call
upon them. This he readily agreed to
do.
One day he thanked Mrs. Travis for
the roses she had sent him. Then she
blushed crimson. ...n
"Why. Mr.. Bradnor. what must you
have thought of my holiness? did not
know your name and really thought
you were the old gentleman-your
friend so spoke of you when you lay
upon the ground"
Bradnor laughed heartily. He and the
owner of the voice had become much
better acquainted by this time.
More than this. he had learned from
her mother that she was bride OF an
hour only. her husband having been
killed in railroad accident within less
than the time named. after the marriage
ceremony had been performed. The
girl-wife escaped uninjured and re-
turned with his dead body from what
had been intended to be a happy and en-
tended tour. This was four years ago.
and Kitty was now 90.
1.-THE deuce take it," murmured Brad
nor. when the mother told him. shat
was what that COMPOUNDED landlord was
trying to tell me-"
They remained at Rome two months.
and Bradnor was almost continually
with them. He met them at Paris, and
at London. The grace and charm OF the
young woman were equal to the melody
of her voice. and--well. when the next
Easter rolled around Kitty Bradnor sat
by the side of her husband in the little
UNCOVERED church. where. as he aft
erward declared, she sang more divinely
than ever.
WILLIAM ROssER CoBBE.
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church. and it recalled tender memories
of the days of his youth.
Following it's sound he reached the
edifice. which stood in the midst of a
neglected graveyard full of grave
stones. many of which were fallen or
broken in pieces. Tangles of bush and
brier were on every hand.
Entering the house of worship, which
he found to be already filed. he mod
estly took a seat near the door and I'M
der the gallery of the choir.
The day was Easter, and the plain
oaken altar bore large vases of sweet
flowers, whose fragrance had stolen all
over the audience room and made the
air of the April morning grateful with
its presence. .
Soon the little organ sent forth a
peal announcing a prelude, and the
young man looked bored. But in mo-
ment he assumed an attentive. rapt at
titude. and ripples of glad sunshine
played oves his features.
A voice Of marvellous sweetness rang
out within the narrow walls of the
sanctuary. 1t was full, rich, clear, di-
vine almost, in its expression. o.. ~
Bradnor thought of the angel song
on the plain of Bethlehem, and closed
his eyes, as though to shut out all sight
lest the glorious harmonies be lost to
him.
He did not think of the singer. wheth-
er old or young, nor of the triumphant
words of the hymn she sang. 1t was
her voice. so intense in it's earnestness,
sohutelike in it's softness, yet so human.
withal. that had entered his soul.
Thenceforth he had no heart for the
prayers, nor the words that were read,
nor the sermon that was spoken. He
set as one in deep sleep, from which
he only reused when the inelfable voice
rang out in it's rich cadences. Others
mingled with it. but these he did not
hear.
When the services were ended he
slowly made his way to the village inn,
where he had been stopping during the
past week. There he inquired of the
landlord concerning the owner of the
voice.
Boniface was a fat, wheezy fellow,
whose thoughts came slow and whose
speech was slower. Bradnor found it
necessary to repeat the question.
''She's Mrs. Kitty Travis" slowly
came the reply, wife of Tim Travis.
who"
20. the deuce!" calculated the young
man. as he turned disappointedly away.
The landlord stared al him with his
great google eyes in astonishment and
attempted II movement to call him
back. but Bradnor had disappeared
from the room. Several times during
the afternoon and evening the host es-
sayed speech with his guest. but was
so hating in purpose that be never sue
ceedet.
Bradnor took an early morning train
for his home in Baltimore. and when
the sun rose the hills around the little
Virginia village were far behind him.
But he took with him memory of that
place. fresher and sweeter and purer
than the white lilies that grew in lux
urance upon either side of the roadway.
1t was the voice of a woman in the ivy
mantled village church.
"Ionfound it. he muttered. land the
owner of IL is married. Yes, and doubt
less gray and old and wrinkled, What
have you to do with the voice of a mar
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Easter.

Across the winters gloom
There falls a golden ray.
And from each wildfower's tomb
The stone Is rolled away.
Once more to life and love
The buds and leaves OF spring
Come forth and hear above
The birds like angels sing. ~
In every wood and field
Behold the symbol shown.
The mystery revealed,
The majesty made known!
Christ, who was crucified.
Is risen' 10, the sign!
The earth at Easter-tide
Touched by His hand divine!
Frank Dempster Sherman, In Youths
Companion.
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Ennier In Her Time.

A good joke on a schoolma'am comes
from Cumberland Gap, and is told by
the Middlesborough News. A teacher
told one of the boys to name all the pres
idents, and when he replied he couldn's
the teacher said: when / was as old
as you / could name all the presidents
in their order" The boy replied:
"There were only few presidents
then"
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story ToIdby mn I'VE.

The late Bill Nye was fond of telling
this story of his small daughter: AT the
dinner table one day there was party
OF guests, for whom Mr.. Nye was doing
his best in the way of entertainment. A
lady turned to the little girl. "Your
father is very funny man." said she.
"Yes," responded the child, "wben we
have company"
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His Caster Onering.

dare not offor her hat.
On things mundane may not feast her
And so ] have decided that
I'll offer her myself at Easter,
Detroit Free Press
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wealth. Invcsted In Schools

The value of the grounds and build
ings devoted to education in the United
States " s0S,S&5.G81.
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"A dozen times day something oc-
cars to remind a man that he would be
In a position to laugh more, il he had
talked Iess.-Atchison GLOBE.