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The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1898-04-13
CORRESPONDENCE.
BAKERS CROSSING.

BAKERS CROSSING.
The Easter exercises at the church
sunday were quite interesting.
Elmer Knapp and family have moved
to their new home in Sullivan.
Lena Garrison of Rochester has been
spending few days with Miss Leila Ba.
ker.
Jack Wheeler had the misfortune tc
lose valuable COW.
Mrs. W. A. Peet who has been on the
SICK list for some time is slowly improy.
ing.
Mrs. 5. G. Roice has been visiting heI
grand daughter in Sullivan.
Warren Knapp and family of Nova
occapiesa part of Mrs. NJ. j. Beckley's
q house for the coming year.
Mrs. Lucinda Root, of Wellington
spent Friday at A. D. Beckley's.
.a Mrs. Carrier, of Rochester spent Sun.
day with her daughter, Mrs. Winemil-
Ter.
Mrs. E. W. Williams, who has been
spending a few days in LeRoy, o., has
returned home.
Arthur Cole, wife and children of Or
ange, spent Sunday at D. W. Coles.
School in district No. 7 commenced
April 4.
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llTCHFIElD

Mr.. Aaron Avery Of New York CITY, is
visiting at the home of his sister Mrs. A
Starr.
f. w. Woods spent a part Of last week
in town.
Miss Florence Holcomb has returned
from Cleveland, where she has been
spending her vacation with cher parents.
James Bachtell las rented his farm
and moved to town.
Doris Crow is visiting her grandpar-
ents, Mr.. and Mrs. U. Crow.
The Methodist church has been newly
papered.
Misses Tressa and Florence Garfield
entertained their young friends at their
home last Tuesday evening.
Rev. w. Turner and family of Mt. YER
non, o., are visiting Rev. Turner's sister.
MIS- Il. Chaplin. Rev. Turner is on his
way to Nebraska, where he has accented
the position of pastor in one of the Con-
gregational churches. Mrs. Turner and
their three children will go from here to
where they will spend the
summer with relatives.
The closing number of the Young Peo-
Pies Reading Circle was held at the ONE
Oh MISS Mary Stranahan last Monday
evening. The work for the past winter
has been the study of Shakespeare and
Grecian history.
Mr.. and Mrs. Trial Crow spent Friday
and Saturday with their son in Avon.
Mrs. s. Rice is very sick with heart
trouble.
The Congregational donation party was
a success. both socially and financially.
the donation amounting to about $40
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CAMDEN.

The milk wagons find better travelling
than they expected.
Mrs. r. Lucus is on the sick list.
Mr.. Chas. VanDusen and family who
nave been living in Cleveland for the
past few years have moved back, and will
occupy their old home.
Mr.. Frank Hewett spent last Thursday
in LOrain.
Mr.. and Mrs. E. Batter of Huntington
spent Sunday with Mrs. Bakers sister
Mrs. E. E, Morgan.
Ihe high school has enlarged so that
the board has found it necessary to en-
ploy another teacher Miss Eva Warner
for The primary department. Miss Ber-
ME Perkins teaches the intermediate de-
partment, and Prof. Byan the high
school.
Earl Hewett has position on the lake
lie left Sunday for Lorain, excepting to
ship Monday.
Mrs. Eddie VanDusen and daughter of
Cleveland, are visiting Mr.. and Mrs
Powers.
Easter was observed by a concert at
the Disciple church Sunday evening.
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stead with his father. Mr.. M.R parm,on

stead with his father, MIR. M. B. Parmlev
Mrs Hattie Gray and Mrs. Kittie
Herrlck OF Cleveland, came last week to
visit their father, MIR. M. R. Parmley.
Mr.. Geo. Green and son, Hermon left
for Phelps, N. Y, yesterday to make if
their future home. Mrs. Green and two
younger sons will not go until June.
Miss Clestine Rice returned to Oberlin
TO school, after spending the week of va
cation at home.
Mr.. and Mrs. Lee Grissinger of spen-
GER, visited in Sullivan last week.
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The Odd Fellows Beneficial Associa-
tion ofColumbus, o., has paid $500, 900
in losses in Ohio; has emergency fund
OF 100000. Insures Odd Fellows, their
wives and daughters.
p. o. L, Linder, Local Agent.
e. L. Price, General Agent. sts
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A Beacon of Hone

10 those afflicted with kidney or bIad-
DER diseases is Foley's Kidney Cure.
Guaranteed. W. II. Tissot & Co., dru.-
gists.
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Many people have been cured of kidney
diseases by taking a SOC bottle of Foley's
Kidney Cure, W. H. Tisiot & Coz, drug
gists.
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10 head Of working horses. Weight
lSOO to 1900. Inquire Of Sun Bros, at
the fair ground.
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in the neId, ana wien we whlstled she
would always pause in her labors and
look up to make sure that it was the
whistle Of the 49, although she never
looked up for the whistle Of any other
engine. think as she began to lose her
heart to McAlaster that she came to
know the sound even of the bell and the
rattle Of the spring hangers on the old
work engine. Jim was McAlaster' s real
name We called him Slide because he
could never set brake if he used both
hands without twisting it up SO tight
that the wheels would slide, SO marvel
ously strong were his long, sinewy arms
When we We're coming into the Platte
on summers evening, Slide used to
jump OFF the engine, where he always
rode, open the switch, close it behind
the caboose and then stroll over into
the little cornfeld where Wakalona
worked.
Nov. she always knew he was COM
ing; but, like her white sisters, she lik-
ed to play that she didn't and when he
would steal up behind her and catch her
in his arms (if no one was looking) she
would start and shudder as naturally as
country schoolma'am.
eve went in the ditch one day. Slide
had his ankle sprained and was obliged
to ride in that evening in the caboose. I
whistled, as usual, for the station and
in the twilight saw the Indian girl still
working in the field and waiting for the
sweet surprise for which she had learn
ed to wait. AS we pulled in over the
switches I glanced out into the field
again, feeling sorry for Slide and for his
sweetheart as we'll, but now she was
nowhere to be seen. When we had made
the big brakeman comfortable in the
hospital tent, he signaled me ahead,
and when bent over him he pulled me
down and whispered 'Wakalona, and ]
knew what he meant I found her ia
ther and told him that the brakeman
had been hurt and asked him to allow
his daughter to see the sufferer in the
surgeon IS tent. Red Fox was much sur
prised. We had been an hour late com
ing in that evening. 1t was now dark,
and Wakalona had not been seen by any
Of her people since the setting of the
sun. told the warrior that 1 had seen
her working in the field as we were
nearing the station, and how when
looked again moment later she was
gone
with start the brave chieftain
threw up his hands, and then, control
ling himself with great effort, he
signed to me and followed him out
into the field. The Indian put his face
close to the ground and when he
Strengthened up he looked all about him
and said, Sioux I brought a white
light from the locomotive and by the
light of it the willy Indian made out
that two Of the hated tribe had slipped
up behind the helpless girl and seized
her and carried her away. Presently he
brought blade of corn to me and upon
it there was a tiny drop of blood, and
yet he insisted that his daughter had
not been killed. Later he assured me
that she had not been carried, but had
walked away, taking different direc-
ton from that taken by the Sioux Now
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ting her face from those she loved she
wandered out over the starlit plain
All night she tramped through the
sagebrush with never pause for rest or
sleep, and when the red sun swung out
OF the earth she tramped on and on
The sun poured its pitiless rays upon
her wounded head, her soiled mantle
trailed upon the dewy earth, her tired
feet were torn and bleeding, and yet to
all these ills she gave no thought
Vaguely now she remembered that she
had fixed purpose, a certain duty to
perform, and that was to be the end of
all. She must not lose sight of the river,
but even now when she looked for it
the river was not to be seen. Her lips
were parched; her throat seemed to be
burning. The wide waste DER which
She wandered lay quivering in tho
white glare of the MONDAY sun. Away
at the outer edge Of this shipless sea
the gray air trembled, her brain whirl-
ed, she swooned and fell to the earth.
The cool night wind was about her
when she came to herself again, but she
could remember but dimly the events of
the past, and SO, half dazed, she wan
dered on. Late in the afternoon she
came to little station where there We're
lone operator and water tank The
station agent gave her food and offered
her shelter. but she shook her head and
asked him where the river lay. The
spectacle of Il woman wandering about
half crazed, half starved and alone
was a sad one, and the operator, feeling
his own utter loneliness, tried to per-
suade her to stay. Pointing to the west,
she began to chant:
when the great red sun is half in the sky
And half in the earth. the dead must die.
Then she barred her bowed head He
saw the little round spot where the skin
had been cut away and understood.
This revelation, however, caused the
agent to redouble his efforts to save the
hapless maiden from herself.
After much coaxing he succeeded in
getting her into his little room in tho
rear Of the telegraph Office, where she
soon fell asleep. The sun Went down
and still she slept, and he knew she was
safe, at least for another day. The dark
ness deepened on the desert waste, the
evening Wore away, the operator got
Good night from the dispatcher at
Omaha and fell asleep in his chair.
Presently he was awakened by sound
as of door closing softly He stole into
the little back room only to learn that
his guest had gone. lie slipped outside
and listened, but save for the ,ioleful
cry OF Il lone wolf the night was voice
less, and he returned to his nurrow
room.
Next day whoa tho sun was falling
ayeay in the west tao operator, sitting
at his little table noticed shadow in
the door and looking up beheld the sad
face of the Indian maiden, gaunter and
sorrier than before. Again he gave her
food, and from his medicine chest,
which i'll those days was furnished by
the company TO all agents and conduct
ors, he brought medicated bandages,
which lie bound about her torn ankles
and ointment, which he put upon her
wounded head. After that she continued
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u1an tight, but ne had nGver lain help
less upon stretcher and listened to a
tale such as might tell, and 1 would
not tell it. I'd lie first, and SO I did, and
while framed story Of how Wakalo-
ma had gone that very day to visit a
neighboring camp the poor princess
wandered over the prairie.
"All night she walked the trackless
wilds and when the stars paled lay
down upon tie damp earth to sleep. She
knew that she Gas expected to die
that she ought to die, but she Stunned
death, not from any dread of it, but
for the love Of life. No doubt she fully
intended to die, but she would put the
thought of it by for little longer and
dream Of the pale faced brave All, he
might love her still-who could tell?-
for the white people were SO strangel She
slept and doubtless dreamed of the little
field, Of her father. Of the twilight time
and OF the sweet surprise of her lover
arms about her, and then she started up
suddenly, putting her hand to her head,
and the recollection of her misfortune
made her heart sad, and soon she slept
again.
"When she awoke, the sun was high
in the heavens She was hungry and
thirsty. The blood had dried in her
midnight hair, and now she went down
to the river to drink and bathe her
fevered face. Then she sat by the river
for long time, trying to make up her
mind to die, but she could not. There
was a certain amount of mystery about
the river, and she liked to look upon it's
quiet face. Whence did it come, and
where was it going? Then, in her wild
way, she lilkened her lif to the river
Where did she come from, and where
was she going? She couldn't make it
out. Only she remembered that her
teacher, the brakeman, had said some
thing about another world beyond the
sky, but he was still in this world, and
she loathed to leave it, and SO she sat all
through the long summer day, with her
hands locked over her knees, rocking to
and fro, half grooming and half moan
ing:
"When the great red sun is half in the sky
And half in the earth, then the dead must die
"She knew that she was counted
among tho dead by her people and if
she returned to them She would be
drowned in this river when the sun
went down.
Eyes, it was clearly her duty now to
die, and size would drown herself at the
set Of sun Having reconciled herself to
her fate, she fell asleep, and when she
awolze the sky was all studded with
stars. She had slept over the death
time and now must await another sun
set. She went down to the river and
bathed her face Oh, the mystery OF the
river, where did it come from and
where was it going? Would it bear n
back to her lost lover? No, it was f.ow-
ing toward the morning and would car
ry her farther away. She turned away
haunted by the conviction that she had
no place in this world for she had heard
them sing in the death chant:
''The shadows lie upon the shore.
The dead shall walk the earth no more.
"And yet she could not put out of
her heart the longing to live, and set
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already she had begun to feel that be-
You'd it all there must be q brighter and
better world. Once she had asked Nc
Alaster about the future, and he, touch
ed by the earnestness OF her nature, had
told her in his own way story his
mother had told to him many time
the story of the Christ. Think of u big
awkward clown like Inc, said Slide,
trying to unravel the mysteries of the
future, trying to convert this white
souled woman, who without knowing it
has been the means of making me a
better man.
"I've noticed all along, though, that
love Of q good woman always makes a
man gentler, Drawer and better.
When Red Fox had explained to me
that Wakalona had not been killed,
but had wandered away, urged him
to call the scouts and search the plains
for her, but he shook his head. 1T is
true that my child has not been killed, ;
he said sadly, but she is dead 1t is
true that she still walks the earth, but
she is dead to me and to all her people,
and the great brave bowed his head in
silent sorrow
"Then 1 remembered having heard
that an Indian who had lost his scalp
was looked upon rs one deinented or
dead, and l knew then what had hap
pened to the Princess Wakalona
Glow best to break the news to poor
McAlaster was question over which |
po1mered on my way back to the camp.
He was strong and sensible. lie had
seen many conlrade pulled out of a
wreck mangled almost beyond recogni-
ton; he had been il more than one In.
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WHKHLONA.
By oY wARMAN.

fF copyright, 1895 by the Author.l
The old engineer and had dragged
our chairs round to the south side of
the hospital and We're enjoying as we'll
as the weak and wounded could be ex-
pected to enjoy the mountain air and
the morning. June was in the noun
tains, but the snow was still heavy on
the high peaks. The yellow river, soiled
by the Leadville smelters and still
freighted with floating mush ice, splash
ed by on its way to Pueblo and the
Terre Caliante. The little gray, glad
faced surgeon came along presently and
told Frank that he might go home on
Saturday, and that made the old en-
gineer, usually little mite cranky and
irritable, as happy as boy about to be
loosed from school,
Say, Frank" began, "have you
ever known an Indian girl who could
cred handsome?''
Yes, he said thoughtfully, placing
his we'll foot on the top of the railing
and frowning from mere force Of habit
We were lying at North Platte at the
time, that being the end Of the track,
and there / knew O Pawnee maiden
who was really good to look upon. l
never knew her name; we called her
'Walk-alone' at first, because she seemed
never to mix up with the other squaws,
but when Slide McAlaster, the head
brakeman on the construction train, be-
gan to make love to her he named her
Wakalona, which he thought more
fitting title, inasmuch as she had al
ready been called by Colonel Cody the
Princess of the Platte
"Wakalona's father, Red Fox, was
one Of the bravest of the Pawnee scouts,
and his daughter was naturally some
thing of belle among her people. She
was tall. tawny, graceful, willowy and
wild. 1t was long while before Slide,
big, blond and handsome as he was,
could gain the confidence of the stately
princess. 1t was months before she
would allow him to walk with her, and
even then the feathered head Of jeal-
GUS buck could always be seen peeping
from the high grass and keeping con-
slant watch over the girl. Wakalona,
like the other women, worked in the
fields when there were any fields to be
worked and at other times made her.
self useful about her fathers tent. Her
mother was dead She was the only
child her father had, aud he was very
proud Of her. In o battle between the
Sioux and the Pawnees, near Ogallala,
the Sioux had captured Wakalona and
her father, and Buffalo Bill had rescued
her almost miraculously from four of
their foemen, three Of whom they had
slain. After that the Sioux had marked
Red Fox and his daughter as their own,
and many lures had been set to ensnare
them. At North Platte Red Fox had
planted little field Of corn, and it was
here when the sun was low that Slide
used to WOO the dark eyed Princess Of
the Platte. used to watch her working
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W come TO nun every DAY TO accept a
meager meal and at night to steal away
and sleep upon tho prairie, with only the
stars above her. AT tho end of fort
night She was almost we'll again Now
the woman that was in her nature caus-
ed her to long for some one to whom
she might tell her story, in whom she
might contile, and she told it as we'll
as she could to tho agent. He helped
her to arrange her hair SO as to hide the
hateful scar ut the top of her head and
persuaded her to return to her people.
'lf the white man loved you once, he
will love you all the more now, and
will save you from your people if they
try to modest you, was the agents en-
couraging advice, and she determined to
return.
Slide McAlaster' severely sprained
ankle had become strong and he was at
work again. The name of Wakalona
was never mentioned by the Indians,
for to them she was dead 1t was never
mentioned by the whites when it could
be avoided, for no one cared to tell the.
awful story to the brakeman, and SO he
lived from day to day, expecting her to
come home. His was the only cheerful
face in the camp during those two
weeks. He was happy in tho morning,
hoping that the day would bring her
back, and happy again at night, for
there was one day less of waiting for
her return. And she did come back.
"One night when the rain was pour
ing down she opened the door of her IA
theirs tent and waited to be welcomed
home. The old scout was pacing his
tent, for he had not ceased to grieve for
his daughter, but now that she had re-
turned to him, as one from the grave,
her coming served only to augment his
misery. At sight of her he had taken
step OF two toward the tent door, and
then, pausing to look upon her for the
last time, his face grew pale as he point
ed long arm down the darkness. In
hoarse voice he uttered those ominous
words: The shadows lie upon the
shore-to the river, begone! With
despairing look the princess turned back
into the rain swept night. and now
new danger confronted her. The guards
had seen her at the tent door, by the
dim light Of a grease lamp, and now
they seized and bound her. Her father
had left to her the one chance Of fight;
the guards had shown less pity. And
while she sat, bound and guarded, in
darkly lighted tent her lover slept and
dreamed Of her coming, not 100 yards
away. The day dawned grudgingly; the
darkness seemed reluctantly to leave
the earth; the sun remained behind the
dark clouds, from which the rain con-
tinued to fall in torrents AT noon the
rain ceased, tho sun came out, meadow
larks caroled free i'll the blue above, but
the hapless Wakalona lay fettered in a
rain soaked tent. The story of her cap
ture was kept profound secret, for the
Indians knew that the United States
army officers would interfere if they
learned that the princess was to be put
to death. In the darkness of their igno-
rance they believed that they were do
ing their duty.
"On account of the rain we had not
gone out that day, but late II the after
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I saw it all. She had heard our whistle
and while she waited for her lover the
pantherlile Sioux had stolen upon her.
"What mental anguish must have
been hers when she realized that instead
Of the protecting arms of her fair god
the arms of murderers were around her.
Love, like the locomotive, is a great
civilizer. Wakalona had tasted the Joy
of love, and life had become dear to her.
The past to her was yelled in dark mys-
terry, the. future was. little better but
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rHE BULL DIDN'T KNOW.

Tit-Bits: A story Is told Of n great
English parsonage who thought evary-
body knew him or ought to know him.
One day he las walking through a
field when a bull addressed him an
undertone, and made for him with his
head down. and his nurIis in q position.
to raise him.
He was Il minister. n man Of dignity
and political power. and OF natural pom
poslty. But he ran. He ran surprls-
inglS we'll. He ran better than ever he
did for o!lcu. and . got, 70 the fierce
first. He cl0mbcreJ over, out o. breath
and dignity. and found the owner OF the
bull contemplating the operation.
What do You mem. slr?" asked the
lrate statesman. "hv having an lnfuri-
ated animal like that roaming over tho
neld?"
well, I suppose the bull has gone
right In the Held" said the farmer.
Right? DO you know who l am.
slr?" Gnsped the baronet.
The farmer shook his head.
II am the Right Honorable Sir -.
Then why on earth didn't you tell the
bnll?" said the farmer.
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