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Gilpin observer., 1900-12-27

well, well, so this is New Years
day" said Mr.. Spooner. DO you re-
member how we quarreled this day
one year ago?"
"Remember! l think l dol" cried
his wife. why, the cards were order
ed when it happened, and 1 didn't
know whether / could have your name
taken out and Dicks inserted, in case
changed my mind.''
In case / changed my mind, you
mean, dear. Strange that 1 never sus-
pected how much poor Dora cared for
me until that day"
I'm sure she had concealed it very
well-the way she ran after Dick, as
If he ever had eyes for anybody but
me! He never told his love, but wo-
mans intuition was
"A synonym of vanity, dear. OF
course, / couldn't help knowing that
she cared for me when l met her in
the boarding house parlor, with her
eyes full of tears, on the very morning
after you had told Marie, her dearest
friend, that we were to be married in
a month"
"Humph, that girl would cry about
anything; I've known her to cry when
the villain in the play was killed-as If
villain could expect anything else in
the last act. But as soon as / saw Dick
that morning knew that he knew it.
Why, his necktie had slipped around
under one ear and his voice, as he
wished me a happy New Year, was so
sad, that l felt guilty, though my con-
science told me that l had not encour-
aged him"
You've forgotten how you used to
praise the shape of his head"
"As if that meant anything! A girl
only praises the shape of mans head
when she can't find anything else to
fatter him about. lit means no
more than it does when she tells a
small man that he resembles Napoleon
But when l remembered that you had
once gone down on the floor in your
new trousers to pick up Dora's hand
kerchief knew that had been cruelty
deceived. So when you reproached me
about Dick, Il
Il remember how badly felt when
she replied to my New Years greet.
ing with the remark that happiness
for her was over forever. And before
1 could comfort her Miss Marie came
in and l could only go sadly away
without telling her that should al
ways be brother to her.
Gilpin observer., 1900-12-27
THERE is NO DEATH.

Tho sunlight glitters keen and bright.
Where, miles away,
Lies stretching to my dazzled sight
luminous belt. a misty light,
Beyond the dark pine bluffs and wastes
or sandy gray.
The tremulous shadow of the sea!
Against its ground
or silvery light, rock, hill and tree,
Stu as picture, clear and free.
With varying outline mark the coast
for miles around.
draw q freer BREATH seem
Like all / see
Waves in the sun-the white winged
gleam
OF sea birds in the slanting beam
And far off sails which fit before the
south wind free.
30 when times veil shall fall asunder
The soul may know
No fearful change, nor sudden wonder,
Nor sink the weight of mystery under,
But with the upward rise, and with the
vastness grow.
And all we shrink from now may seem
No new revealing:
Familiar our childhood's stream,
Or pleasant memory of dream
The loved and cherished past upon the
new life stealing.
John Greenleaf whittier
Gilpin observer., 1900-12-27

"And poor Dick, asked him II there
was anything could do for him; he
replied: Yes but just then the maid
came in with note for him, and he
said he must go at once-I think he
wished to be alone with his sorrow.
Then you came in, and, instead Of
sharing my pity for him, you accused
me of flirting with him!"
"I-er-don't remember that. But
wasn't it odd that before left you for
ever, Miss Marie should come in and
tell us that Dora and Dick we're en-
gagged! I've often wondered how it
happened that they decided to console
each other
"And so have I. Why, here is Marie
now-perhaps she can explain. Sit
down, Marie, do. Tom and / are just
going over old times. Do you remem-
ber last New Years day, and"
Indeed do. I've just been to see
Dora, and she was talking about it.
She and Dick quarreled last New
Years Eve about the date of their
marriage, and almost parted forever.
Gilpin observer., 1900-12-27
scRAMsLE FoR piAMoNps.
Gems Thrown Away by an Absent,
Minded Dealer.

Minded Dealer.
Have you got any OF those dia-
monds?" is the question Of the hour
in Birmingham. Some 800 precious
stones have been shared out by lucky
prospectors in Vlttoria street, and the
search still continues, says the London
Express. 1t happened in this wise:
In fit of abstraction John Davis.
member of firm of diamond mer-
chants, while walking down Vittoria
street an recent morning, pulled an
old envelope out of his pocket and
commenced to tear it up. When he
reached the last section the terrible
fact dawned upon him that it was the
envelope in which were some 1000
small diamonds, valued at G100, and
that he had been sowing these broad
cast over public thoroughfare. The
news spread with lightning-like rapid
ity.. Shopkeepers locked up and came
to the more lucrative occupation of
picking up diamonds, while for mile
around an errand boy at his ordinary
work was phenomenon. Such
scraping of the street with knives and
sticks had never been seen. AS it
happened, most of the lost stones went
down the cellar gratings of jewelers.
shop. Ingenious youths fished for
them with a piece OF soap attached to
a stick and reeled in three prizes at a
time Others sat in rhe gutter sort
ing an aaxiously guarded handful of
dirt. Still the crowd grew At one
period over $500 lads were to be seen
hard at work. From noon to seven
O'Clock the street was nearly blocked.
When night fell candles, lamps and
lanterns were brought to aid the inde-
fatigable hunters for treasure trove,
and the scene presented could only
have been done justice by Hogarth.
About half the diamonds have found
their way back to their rlghtful owner
Some were sold to a shopkeeper and
the rest, like the graves of house
hold, are scattered far and wide. Dia-
mond pins will shortly be fashionable
in Birmingham.
Gilpin observer., 1900-12-27

wish come true; and for this reason
the words should never be spoken idly.
or used as a mere matter of form. On
the other hand, to be sincere in the
greeting and to do what the words i'm
ply. 10 certain to bring happiness to
all.
And now, let us go on to the next
word in tho analysis, new"
Everybody likes new things. un-
less an exception may be made tc
the so-called new woman" New
gowns, new bonnets, new personal be-
longings of all sorts appeal especially
to women. While clothes do not make
the person." every one has learned
that appearance in this world goes a
long way toward success. Under the
inspiration OF knowing that one Is
well-dressed often one has done his
best and the key note of success has
been touched. 1t is human nature
that womankind should love pretty
new dresses. new bonnets and dainty
surrounding, SO let no one accuse her
Of vanity for desiring them.
New ideas are sought after by the
philosopher; new conditions by the
scientist; new inventions by the in
ventor. Editors eagerly examine new
matter; and that which is truly origin
al or opens new field of thought is
never found Unavailable" no matter
how poorly It may be written.
There is constant hunt going on
for something new to further stimu-
late the energies, ambitions and de-
sires Of the worlds people; and never
was this craving so apparent as now
when we are closing the nineteenth
century. Everyone seems to feel that
we are on the verge of a new era
which in spite Of the inventions of the
past is to be the most wonder produc-
ing period in the worlds progress. II
the inhabitants of Mars continue to
signal us, as has been stated, who
knows but what some shrewd, enter
prising Yankee will put on his think
ing cap, build flying machine tina:
will overcome all atmospheric COL
ditions and go sailing over to the
planet one of these coming days?
Perhaps the North Pole will be dis
| covered in the same way, although
why so many people will risk life and
property to find spot that is almos,
certain to contain nothing that will
sustain life or hope, can only be laid
to their insatiate greed for something
new.
1t is to be hoped. however. that
while these greater things are going
| on, some one may invent an automatic
| servant that will get up in the morn
| ing without being called, never let the
fires go out, wash our best china with
out breaking it. and, from the very
nature of the invention. cannot "tals
back" when We happen to go into the
kitchen and scold little-Household
Realm.
Gilpin observer., 1900-12-27
In Locust Time.
BY ELIZABETH NJ. GILMER.

BY ELIZABETH NJ. GILMER.
Copyright, 1900; Daily Story Pub. Coz
You will starve." said my aunt,
with melancholy conviction.
II love him. / replied, irrelevantly.
Love- observed my aunt. philo-
sophically, lis an admirable sauce.
but poor substitute for the main
dish of life."
Il love him. l repeated. as if that
were the only argument that mattered.
Unfortunately said my aunt,
lone can't live on love, no matter
how i'limitable. 1t isn't legal tender
with the butcher and baker and can
dlestick maker"
yet it's the only coin that will buy
happiness" l answered, softly.
He's nothing but a poor artist"
my aunt added disparagingly.
He had a picture hung on the line
at the exhibition last spring." / put
in hopefully.
II wish he had been hanged him
SELF" exclaimed my aunt with vicious
energy.
1t wasn't the first time that we had
discussed Arthur Farnum. Indeed, for
the past three months-ever since l
had elected to throw myself away on
penniless artist" as my aunt put it
it seemed to me that we had con-
versed on no other topic. My aunt
was sixty, and l was twenty, and in
the two score years between us lay all
| that life had taught her, and that l
had still to learn. To me, for instance.
| life without love was life robbed Of all
the glory that made it worth living,
while she clung tenaciously to the be-
| lief that one could get on very COM
fortably without love, provided ones
establishment was beyond criticism.
and ones frocks from Paris.
Yet, in spite of all her worldliness,
my aunt had been all that was kind
and tender to me. She had given me
all the affection and the only home
had ever known. My parents had
died when l was a mere baby. My
two sisters, much older than myself.
were married to grasping and selfish
men, who, in the division of my faith
er's small estate, had ruthlessly pos
sessed themselves of the lions share,
leaving to me nothing but the old
homestead, tumble-down old South
ern mansion house, surrounded by :.
few poor acres. l must have been
forlorn, indeed, but that my aunt,
struck with the tawny gold Of my
hair and certain childish grace, took
q fancy to me, and carried me back
to her rich Northern home, where l
grew up surrounded by every luxury
that wealth and generosity could give.
II she looked for me to make a wealthy
and brilliant match, and take my
place in that fashionable society so
dear to her own ambitious heart. it
was not unnatural, nor more than she
Gilpin observer., 1900-12-27
what Can You Espect.

There was a bargain sale OF gloves
in one OF the uptown stores the other
day. One woman who had considered
herself fortunate in being In the front
rank in the bargain counter rush was
much dlsgruntled when she reached
home to find that both gloves wero
for the same hand. She took them
back and explained. what can you
expect at such prlce?" asked tho
girl OF whom the purchase had been
made, In n deprecatory tone.--New
York Times.
Gilpin observer., 1900-12-27
PRAIRIE DOGS.
They Have Had Their Day on tho Plains
of the Far West.

OF inc HAr west.
Passengers on the %" system who
have ridden the better part of a day
through western Nebraska and east
ern Colorado will remember the prairie
dog. He is numerous in that section
of the country. He lives in villages
and the villages are as close together
as the villages of certain parts of Eur
ope, says the Des Moines News. But
the prairie dog has had his day. The
agricultural department says he must
go. Mr.. Wilson has decided that the
dogs kill the grass and ruin good graz
ing land. "Tama Jim" has little of the
love of picturesqueness in his make
up. He is eminently practical and his
philanthropy is of the type which
| seeks to make two blades of grass grow
instead of one. Therefore he proposes
to relegate the prairie dog to the pic
ture books and to the stuffed specimens
of the museum along with the buffalo.
| Mr.. Wilson's chemists have discovered
mixture that will make whole vii
lagos fight for the first bite, but which
at the last biteth like a serpent and
stingeth like an adder. Under its in
fluence the hole that knows the prairie
dog will know 1t no more forever The
frisky, nervous. barking little beast
will join the innumerable caravan of
prairie dogs who have gone before.
There will be more grass when the
prairie dog is gone. and therefore more
cattle. There will be less break
ing of the legs of cowboys ponies and
the rattlesnake will live alone in the
hole until the summons como to him
also
Gilpin observer., 1900-12-27
THE ANOA.
Dwarf Cattle of Celebcs Are No Longer
Than Ordinary Sheep.


Celebes has the distinction of being
the home of the smallest living repre-
sentative of the wild cattle, or, in
deed. of the wild cattle OF any period
of the earth's history, for no group
appears to be known to science. An
idea of three extremely diminutive pro-
portions of the anoa. or sapl-utan, as
the animal in question is respectively
called by the inhabitants OF Celebes
and the Malays. may be gained when
II is stated that its height at the shoul-
der is only about 3 feet 3 inches.
whereas that OF the great Indian wild
OK, or guar, Is at least feet 4 inches,
and may, according to some writer's.
reach as much ms feet. In fact. the
anoa is really not much. If at all.
larger than well-grown South Down
sheep and scarcely exceeds in this re
spect the little domesticated Bramini
cattle shown n few years ago at the
Indian exhibition held at Earl's Court
The anoa has many of the characters
of the large Indian buffalo. but its
horns are relatively shorter. less
curved and more upright. In this, as
well as In certain other respects. 1t
Is more like the young than the adult
OF the last-named species, and as
young animals frequently are gradual
ly lost as maturity is approached Il
would be natural supposition that
the anoa is n primitive type of buffalo.
From Knowledge.
Gilpin observer., 1900-12-27

time was Just beginning to carpet the
land when we went to it, and in that
miracle not even the rambling old
house, with its falling pillars and
weed-choked drives could seem any
thing but beautiful.
1t had been stately old colonial
mansion in its palmy days. known far
and wide as The Locusts," from the
trees that lined it's broad avenues and
formed a grove about the house.
Long neglected and unpruned young
sapplings had sprung up everywhere.
encroaching year by year upon the un-
titled acres until the house stood vir-
tually in the midst Of vast locust
thicket. 1t was now in full bloom,
and from every twig depended great
snowy plumes, that waved in the soft
spring breeze and made the air heavy
with their perfume.
From the moment of our arrival
Arthur began to improve. and it was
while he was in the first flush of re-
turning health and happiness that he
painted his famous picture, Spring"
and into it he somehow put some OF
s""s ''O'ouo Joy III hicit liNlhS VIC All
feel when we have been down to the
doors of death. and are recovering. and
every breath brings with it the thrill
of returning strength. The picture
was very simple. Just the figure of a
woman standing amidst the tender
green OF the trees, with upstretched
arms, and all about her the white,
white rain of locust blooms, and on
her face the ineffable glory of youth
and love-that look that never comes
but once in lifetime, when the
springtime of the heart meets the
springtime of the year.
When the picture was done Arthur
sent 1t to the exposition, where, as
you remember. 1t was the sensation of
the year and sold for what seemed to
us little fortune. Better still, 1t at
tracted the attention of an old college
friend of whom Arthur had lost sight.
and who, coming South on business,
dropped off to make us little visit.
He was shrewd man of affairs, and
when he saw our locust thlcket, he
fairly gasped with surprise.
1T is II little gold mine" he said.
where did you get it?" and told him
of how the worthless old acres had
been allotted me in the division
of the family estate. when was a
baby and had no one to look out for
my interests, and how they had been
left to grow up as they would.
We'll" he said, with n grim smile,
the wicked sisters don't always sue
ceed In doing Cinderella, you may re-
member, after ALL and your barren
acres have grown into fortune" and
so indeed they had. Our business
friend sold our locust forest to rail-
road company. and we have long been
back in the city. whore we have
charming home, and where Arthur is
winning the recognition his talent de-
serves.
He is now engaged in painting my
aunt's portrait. and that-from my
aunt-is equivalent to a melodramatic
blessing. with tears.
Gilpin observer., 1900-12-27

had right to expect. was pas
sionately grateful to her, and grieyed
at the thought of disappointing her.
and yet-and yet. what else could |
do? Love had called me. and where
It led | could but follow.
SO one day kissed my aunt tear
ful goodbye. and Arthur and slipped
away to the little church around the
corner. and were quietly married. and
went to live In the studio. where we
slept In beds that did duty as Turk
ish couchcs by day. and cooked our
morning chop over gas lamp that
masqueradod as a Pompelan vase. and
we made acquaintance with queer
Bohemian restaurants, and were as in
consequently happy as love and youth
could make us.
Arthur worked away like mad that
winter, and | would bring my sewing
in, and sit beside him. when l wasn't
posing for him. lie used to say that
my hair was color study and he
painted me as everything from a
Gilpin observer., 1900-12-27

golden-haired LoreleI to a Madonna
with a nimbus about my head. Some
of those pictures are in famous col
lectiOns now, but in those days few
people found their way up the steep
studio stairs, where We sat anxiously
listening for the footsteps of the buy
ers who never came.
Then Arthur fell i'll, and cheap and
inexpensive as our living had been.
that little was more than We could
afford. Piece by piece the quaint old
furniture and the bric-a-brac and the
souvenirs of his old student days in
Paris went to the auction room, and
l endured daily that Gethsemane Of
the woman who sees the man she
loves losing hope, and courage. and
faith in himself
Poor little girl" he would say, fol-
lowing me about the room with his
great sombre eyes, Ito think L have
brought you to this and when l as
sured him passionately that l would
rather starve with him than feast with
another, he only answered me with
wan smile, sadder than any tears.
At last the doctor said that he must
have change of air, and then it was
l bethought me of my long-forgotten
Southern inheritance. Poor as it was,
it would at least furnish us a shelter
and the warm winds that l prayed
might WOO Arthur back to health
The first tender green of the spring
Gilpin observer., 1900-12-27


greets
The New Years dawn,
While We. with heads bowed low and
dull heartbeats.
Live sadly on.
Visions too grandly bright for mortal
gaze.
To her unfold
Blossoms each noble deed of earthly
days.
In beauty's mold.
The glory of our Lord her eyes have
seen.
With undimmed sight.
Safe in His presence dear, she dwells
serene
And knows no night.
She clasps the hands OF loved ones
waiting there
On Heavens shore.
With them she treads those streets 30
wondrous fair.
In rapture DER.
In glad surprise. joyous and pure and
free.
Her soul so blest.
Solves the deep mystery OF eternity
And perfect rest.
Isabel l.. Boardman. In N. Y. OBJ
server.
Gilpin observer., 1900-12-27

They think you both must have guess
ed it. l remember that Tom was in
the parlor with Dora when l ran in on
New Years morning to tell her of your
engagement. She had been on the
point of asking him to help her to
make up with Dick. And when she
told me about it. I wrote him a note
telling him that l believed she would
forgive him If he came at once. That
note found him at your house, Irene,
where he had gone to ask your aid as
peacemaker. Odd. wasn't it?"
Gilpin observer., 1900-12-27
Merely an Official Form.

"crcIY an OfffcfoT FORM.
He wished me happy New Year;
The words would have tickled me.
but
I knew from his bearing austers
I was booked for salary cut.
-Chicago Record.
Gilpin observer., 1900-12-27


Green.
Worried! should say / am. Sec
those?" And he drew out OF his over
coat pocket great bundle of state
ments Of accounts.
"Ha! hal" laughed Green. you will
make Christmas present to your wife.
will you, without counting the cost
frst?" The lines around Browns eyes
deepened and his mouth dropped sad
ly. NO" he said. that's not 1t. These
are not for presents | made my wife. !"
why. what are they for, them"
asked Green. wonderlngly.
For the presents my wife made
me"
And the men shook hands In tender
sympathy.-Detroit Free Press.
Gilpin observer., 1900-12-27
Save your Msrfb.

II 10 not wise to have so merry a
Christmas that you cannot have a
haSpy New Ysar.-Chicago Tribune.
Gilpin observer., 1900-12-27

A law in Boston permits residents
to keep utreet musicians 900 feet from
their housea
The Daily Texarkanian., 1900-05-24
To the Point.

The speaker of the house is usu-
ally a mans wife.
If it were not for your memory
you would be unable to forget.
It's always the fellow with the
sand that wins the girl with the
rocks.
The man who has money to burn
usually has pretty hot time while
it lasts.
You will wait long time for an
advantage ifyou wait for some one
to give it to you.
A standing joke may not require
seat, but there are times when it
should be shelved.
The earth has revolution every
twenty.four hours, but in some
countries they inaugurate one twice
day,
No soul is desolate as long as
there is human being for whom it
can feel trust and reverence.
The Daily Texarkanian., 1900-05-24
True to the Last.

"The time has come for to speak,
he said, going to the mantlepiece,
and leauing his head abstractedly
against the cold, hard brick. "My
dear, before we are married, and
while there is yet time to pause,
my conscience bids me tell you the
truth about myself. / have decelv-
ed you. l am not the noble hearted
unsel6sh, refined and altogether de-
sirable man you have been led to
believe. l have deceived you even
about my age. Not only am | 40,
instead of "a, but a widower, | stay
out at nights when l feel like it. l
smoke all over the house, am
crank about my meals, find fault all
the time, hector the servants, new
er go anywhere to oblige anyone
else, drink more than l ought to,
swear regularly, and, in tact, am a
vulgar, disagreeable, hidebound,
gruff, inhospitable, irritable, incon-
siderate, insunerable nuisance.
"Tell me, said the fair creature
addressed, repressing with con-
scious look of pride an inward shud-
der. "You own the house and
grounds you showed me, don't
your"
81 do
'And the beautiful government
bonds you asked me to look at, the
900 shares of D. A. B., the 200 X
Y. D., the 400 U. P. W. debentures,
and four acres in the heart of the
shoppidg district are all
yours, aren't they?"
"They are, dearest"
"Then," said the undismayed and
still radiant creature by his side,
my darling, with all your faults l
love you still. New York Life.
The Daily Texarkanian., 1900-05-24
For over EI1rv years

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