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Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1901-05-29
II don't care" said Mrs. Kemp.

II don't care," said Mrs. Kemp.
81 s'pose the child gets dreadful
tired sewing the whole .time," she
said to her sister, after Lucy had
gone out. 'sSometf.nes I feel kind
of worried about her"
''She won't get tired sewing much
longer, nor we, neither, if we don't
have more work come in," retorted
her sister, grimly. eve amt. got a
mite ahead. We've got to go on the
town, for all I see." She said "town"
with a scornful fear, as if it were an
enemy to whom she must surrender.
II don't s'pose Phebe AIMS hus-
band will lift his finger to help us,
even if she should be taken away,
and he left without a chick nor child
in the world,' said Mrs. Kemp.
Phebe AIMS husband was her own
dead husbands brother, but she
never spoke of him by his own name.
II wonder how much Phebe AIMS
husband has got?" said Sarah Cook.
swell, I guess he's laid by a little
something. They must have, with no
family!"
"Mebbe he will do something, if it
ever happens that he amt under
anybody else's thumb
ut won't make any difference now.
He's laid under the thumb so long
that he's all fattened out of the
shape he was made in. He used to
bow kind of sideways behind Phebe
AIMS back, when I met him, but he
don't do that now. I met him face
to face the other day, and he never
looked at me. I don't know what
poor Thomas would say if he was
alive. I wonder what Lucy is pick
ing lilacs for? Lucy!"
"What say?" Lucy's sweet, thin
voice called back. Her smooth, fair
head was half hidden in a great
clump of lilac bushes by the gate.
She was bending the branches over,
and breaking off full purple clusters.
"What you picking those lilacs
for?"
81 just thought I'd pick a few"
"What for? I amt going to have
any in the house! They're too sweet
they're sickish!"
Il amt going to bring them into
the house," said Lucy. She let a
branch fly back. and went across the
yard with great bunch of lilacs in
her hands.
II wonder what she's up to-" said
her mother.
Lucy returned just before the pro-
cession passed. The cemetery was
little way beyond the house. Her
mother and aunt, and neighbor who
had come in, stood at the windows
listening eagerly to the approaching
music. Lucy joined them. The pro-
cession filed slowly past, the Grand
Army men, the village band, the min
listers and local dignitaries, and the
rear guard of children with flowers.
An accompanying crowd thronged
the sidewalks.
1--WE just been saying to Sarah
that Phebe Ann won't have Sylyes-
Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1901-05-29
PUNGENT PARAGRAPHS.

Jack-"What is your idea of true
happiness?" Dick-"Money, and
place to spend it.''-Syracuse Herald.
If it's true that children get their
growth while asleep, it's no wonder
some babies are of such slow growth.
Chicago Daily News.
Carrie lin her new bonnet)-"How
do you like my hat, Bertha?" Bertha
-"Why, I think it is splendid. No
one would know it wasn't brand
new" boston Transcript.
"Willie, have you been fighting with
that little colored boy again." said
a Park avenue mother. ''Naw; We
just begun to-day where we was
when you stopped us yesterday
Indianapolis News.
II am almost discouraged" said
the reformer. about what?'' 'The
future of this world. Every time I
devise some new idea for suppress
ing iniquity the sinners sharpen
their wits and invent new swindle."
Washington Star.
The artist painted with feverish
assiduity. II shall at least keep the
wolf from the door!" quoth he.
At the threshold the wolf paused.
IF I go in here" unused the dread
beast, "folks may think am buying
pictures of him!" And with that he
fled away.-Detroit Journal.
A Detroit street railway magnate
has neglected to provide his street
cars with certain safety appliance,
and for this neglect is liable to i'm
prisonment for 5000 years. This
seems like quite a period, but, of
course, he could cut it down some
by good behavior Plain
Dealer.
"Entre nous,'' said Miss Ayres, who
delights in talking dictionary French,
''are you very fond of Mr.. Good
hearth" "Well," replied May Bright
ley, ''he's very good friend of
mine." "Ah! your bon ami?'' ''Bet-
ter than that. He's my bonbon ami.
he brings me box every time he
calls. "-Catholic Standard and Times.
Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1901-05-29

Her husband went out, put up his
horse, and sat down on the door
step. He looked idly out over the
fields. After awhile he heard the
village band again. 1t sounded quite
near. They were marching back
from the cemetery. Suddenly the old
man felt a hand on his shoulder.
"She's walked up" the nurse whis-
pered, land she's terrible worked up
about it's being Decoration day. You'd
better come in"
Phebe AIMS husband went softly
behind the nurse to the bedroom.
Phebe Ann looked up at him and beck
oned imperatively. He went close
and bent over her. "What is it.,
Phebe Ann?" said he.
els Elaboration day?" she whis-
pered, with difficulty, for she was
growing very weak.
eyes, tits, Phebe Ann" said her
husband.
"Have you got-any flowers for
Sylvester's grave?"
mo, I amt. I amt thought of it.,
Phebe Ann, with your being so sick,
and ALL"
"Go-get sonnet" she painted. Her
motioning hand and her eager eyes
spoke louder than her tongue.
eyes, I will, / will, Phebe Ann!
Don't you fret another mite about
it,"
The nurse followed him out of the
room.
II can't go to the greenhouse" he
whispered, agitatedly. Its five miles
away
land, get any kind of fowers!"
said the nurse. ''Get dandelions, and
buttercups, if you can't find anything
else"
The old man took his hat down
with bewildered air, and went
slowly out of the yard. At the gate
he paused and looked around. There
were no flowers in the yard; there
were several bushes, rose and phlox,
but it was too early for them to
blossom. Over al the left stretched a
field, and that was waving with green
and gold. Phebe AIMS husband went
over into the field and began pulling
the buttercups in great handfuls,
and the grasses with them. He had
all he could carry when he left the
field, and went solemnly down the
road.
Sylvester's grave was at the far
Their side of the cemetery. The old
man, with his load of buttercups and
grass, made his way to it. The SOL
diers' graves were decorated with
flags and flowers, but the people had
gone. The cemetery was very STILL
When John Kemp reached Sylvester's
grave he started and stared There
was a great bunch of lilacs on the
grave, and three charming, delicate
pink roses in a vase.
II wonder who put those flowers
there!" he muttered. He laid the
buttercups and grass down on the
grave; then he stood still. 1t was
over 20 years since the boy Sylvester
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ter's grave decked out much this
year," said Mrs. Kemp. Her voice
was pleasanter and more guarded
than before.
Il heard Phebe Ann was pretty
low said the neighbour.
Eyes, s'pose she is. I should have
gone up there, but she amt been in
side this house for ten years, and I
amt going to push in where I amt
wanted. I hear she's got Mis- Baker
with her, so she's taken care of. I
couldn't help thinking this morning
how much she'd always laid out OH
Sylvester's grave. Well, mebbe twas
q comfort to her. I amt never
thought so much of anything of that
kind, because my husband and all my
folks are buried away from here, and
I amt had any chance to do anything
about their graves. Amt that Phebe
AIMS husband now? That looks like
his horse"
eyes, 'tis,'. said Sarah Cook.
''I've a great mind to run to the
door and inquire how she isl" cried
the neighbor, excitedly.
'Why don't you?" said Mrs. Kemp.
The neighbor ran to the door and
called out. She was stout woman
with shrill voice.
''How is-Phebe-Ann?" she clam
ored.
The horse was pulled up, and an
old mans face peered around the
buggy wing. "How is Phebe Ann this
afternoon" the woman said again.
Mrs. Kemp, Sarah Cook and Lucy
were listening at her back. Z
"Sinking;" replied the old man, in
a hoarse voice. Then, he drove on.
The woman called something else
after him, but he paid no attention.
He had to pass the cemetery, which
was now thronged with the living,
in bright groups, standing among the
howerstrewn lgrayes q: of the dead
The music had ceased. A MANS voice
sounded out loudly in the hush
Phebe AIMS husband, John Kemp
leaned forward and shook the reins
over his horse, then drove past rapid
ly.F He kept his face turned away
from the cemetery, and his forehead
4 was scowling distressfully. u
He had d half -mi1e to 60 before he
reached home: He left the horse il
the yard and went into the house or
tiptoe, through the house to Phebe
AIMS bedroom, AS he peered il
stea1thily, the nurse, who. was sitting
beside the bed, looked up and pu1
her finger to her lip. There was JUS
a glimpse Of a pale, sharp profit,
Iamong the pillows. b Rhebe Ann wa.
asleep On her journey to the grave.
Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1901-05-29
for supper. The sewing was all fin

for supper. The sewing was all fin
ished. Lucy set the table. After
supper they went out in the ceme-
terry, and strolled about looking at
the flowers, in the soft, low light.
'Who brought all that mess of but
tercups and grass, I wonder?" said
Sarah Cook, as they stood over Syl-
vester's grave
II guess it must have been Phebe
AIMS husband-it looks like 4 man"
Mrs. Kemp replied. Lucy got down
on her knees and Strengthened the
buttercups into bouquet.
II wonder if she'll live the night
out" said Sarah Cook, soberly.
1--WE listened to hear the bell toll
every morning this week." said Mrs.
Kemp. IT don't believe she can live
much longer. I'd go up there to-
night, if I thought she wanted me
to-"
The next morning Mrs. Kemp, lis
tening with her head thrust out of
the window in the early sunlight,
heard indeed the bell tolling for
Phebe Ann. "She's gone," she sold
Sarah Cook and Lucy; and Lucy
cried.
They all went to Phebe AIMS fu-
neral and followed her to the grave.
Mrs. Kemp's and Sarah Cooks eyes
were red when they came home.
'"Ihere were great many good
things about Phebe Ann, after ALL
Mrs. Kemp said
II always said there was," Sarah
returned, defiantly.
The morning after the funeral John
Kemp came to the door. Lucy an
swered his knock. He looked old
and detected, but he tried to smile.
II want to see you a minute" said
he. mo, I can't come in--not this
morning. I'm coming before long.
hope things will be different from
what they have been. 1t was her
wish. I went home that day and told
Pkebe Ann how you'd put the flow.
ers there, and she beckoned to me
to come and lean over her. Then she
made out to tell me. She wanted you
to have Sylvester's money that we
put in the bank for him when he was
born. It's been growing. We
haven't spent any, excepting for flow.
ers, and it's near $500. She wanted
me to give it to you right away, and
you're going to have it just as soon
as can get it out of the bank. Phebe
Ann said you could have some more
schooling, and not have to work Sc
hard. And guess you'll have more
than that, too, some day, if you
outlive me. Phebe Ann, she thought
mebbe I could make some arrange
ments with your mother and aunt tc
come to our house and live, and take
care of it. She said she didn't want
any other women in there. She
knew they were good housekeepers
and would keep things the way she
did. You tell your mother I'm com
ing in to see her some time before
long,"
John Kemp went feebly down the
walk, and Lucy returned to the kitch
en-. The door had been ajar. and he1
| mother and Sarah Cook had heard
every word. They were both crying
Coming just now when we didn't
know which way to turn sobbec
Sarah Cook. "Poor Phebe Ami"
"Well, there's one thing about it,
said Mrs. Kemp, broIenly, ''there
sha'n't one Decoration day go by as
long as I live. without Sylvester's
| grave being trimmed as handsome as
if his mother was alive" f
Wilkins, in Youths Companion.
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had been laid there-a little soldier
who had fought only his own pain.
Il wonder who put those flowers
there!" John Kemp muttered again.
He went out of the cemetery, but
instead of turning down the road
toward his own home, walked hcsi-
tatingly the other way toward the
house of his observation-disclosures
wife, as he always spoke of her.
Lucy's face was at one open vim
dow, her Aunt Sarah Cooks at the
other.
"Lucy!" called the old man, stand
ing at the gate.
Lucy came out to him tremblingly.
Sarah Cook ran to tell her sister;
she thought Phebe Ann must be dead.
''Do you know who put those flow
ers there?'' asked the old man, in a
husky voice.
II did," said Lucy. Her face
flushed. II thought there wouldn't
be anybody to see to it., now Aunt
Phebe Ann is Sick" she explained,
timidly.
Her uncle looked wistfully at her,
his eyes full of tears. 'Sylvester was
a dreadful sufferer" he said.
Lucy did not know what to say. She
looked up at him, and her soft face
seemed to take on distressed lines
like his.
The old man turned abruptly and
went away. "Phebe Ann is sinking"
he said, indistinctly, as he went.
Lucy's mother and her. / aunt
rushed to the door to meet her. 9 Is
Phebe Ann dead?" Sarah Cook called
'.No, she amt dead" e 1T
What did he want to see you for. %
asked Mrs Kemp. ,ssfse ~
Lucy hesitated; shamefaced look
came over her face. What did he
want?'' her mother asked, impera-
+ lively q, -5*A& '4z1 ] ~
"Hewanted to know who put some
flowers. on=-ssylvester's. grave.''
Did you?'' 1os s 49,. .E.st 80, !.
| "Yes'm.'' '.-4
What did you put on?''a ID
Some lilacs and-roses." 8@5s@ .
Yon didn't pick those roses?"
sob, mother, the lilacs didn't seem
/ quite enough! Aunt Phebe Ann has
always done SO much" Lucy said.
She was almost crying. .{'..
Her mother and her aunt looked at
leach other. IT shouldn't Nave thought
YOU'D have picked those roses with
out saying anything about it, Z said
/ her mother, but her voice was embar-
/ raised rather than harsh. She went
back to the kitchen and proceeded
with her work Of making biscuits
Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1901-05-29
BACTERIA IN OUR FOOD.
to This Authority There
Are Millions in a Single Pat
of Butter,

Why is butter sailed? Mrs. C. C.
FARMLAND gives a scientific answer
in Longman's Magazine: ''We must
first realize that the bacterial popu-
lation of moderate-sized pat of but
ter may be reckoned by millions;
that a tiny lump only large enough
to go into thimble has been known
to be tenanted by nearly 100000;
that, in fact, in consuming a slice
of bread and butter you may uncon-
sciously be assimilating individual
lives exceeding in number those Of
the whole of Europe!
Thus the urgency for keeping these
hordes in check, and hence the efforts
which are made first to set up ef-
fectual barriers to their ingress by
taking proper precautions in the pro-
duction of milk, and, secondly, in the
manufacture and distribution of the
finished article. Included in these
processes is the addition of salt in
such quantities as to justify the but
ter being known as salt butter, this
addition being made with the object
of extending the keeping powers of
the butter, or, in other words, to
suppress to a large extent the ac-
tivities of the butter bacteria. That
salt does act in this manner is shown
by the fact that in butter thus treat
ed very large reduction in the num-
Der of heterogeneous present is
effected. There can be little doubt,
therefore, that the common butter
microbes do not by any means regard
salt as their elixir of life!"
The writer also refers to the in
vestigation of Russian savant, M.
Zakherbekoff, who carried out an
elaborate inquiry into the bacterial
quality of the milk supplied to St.
Petersburg. The figures he obtained
are appalling. Milk described and
supplied as the purest procurable was
found to contain a minimum of over
100000 and maximum of no less
than 100000 of bacteria in from
20 to rs drops, while in other SAM
pies a minimum of 100000 and a
maximum of III, 100000 were found.
How unnecessary such bacterial pol
luton of milk is may be gathered
from the fact that milk under normal
healthy conditions contains no bac-
terra whatever as it issues from the
COW; that if due precautions of clean
Illness, etc., are observed milk may be
obtained absolutely sterile, or, in
other words, entirely devoid of bac-
terial life. Such milk has frequently
been procured from cows in cases
where it has been required in it's nat
ural state, free from bacteria, for ex.
pcrimental purposes.
Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1901-05-29
Removing a Mountain,

In building the railway running
from San Jose to the Pacific coast in
Costa RIGA, the engineers were COM
PEELED to run the track along ledge
on the side of mountain just above
the River Reventa. The soil of the
mountain is a sort of blush clay
which turns into mud during the
rainy season and washes out the
track, so that gangs of men are kept
constantly at work clearing the road.
To add to the troubles, lake at the
back of the mountain is fed by
springs, and the mountain is always
wet and the track constantly threat
ened. In this emergency there is
only one thing to do, and that is to
remove that part of the mountain
over which the railway runs. With
the aid of what is known as n.y.
draulic giant-a machine. which
throws powerful stream of water
with tremendous force-the engi-
neers are now busy washing the
mountain into the river. When their
task is completed, they will have the
satisfaction of knowing that it is
possible to remove q mountain
Youths Companion. ;,
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BLOSSOMS OF MEMORIAL DAY
Beautiful Words of Paul Laurence
Dunbar and DR.. Zimmerman
Its Wholesome Effect.

"Out of the blood OF conflict fratern3l,
Out of the dust and the dimness of death.
Burst into blossoms OF glory eternal
Flowers that sweeten the world with
their breath.
Flowers of charity, peace and devotion
Bloom in the hearts that are empty OF
strife;
Love that is boundless and broad as the
Leaps into beauty and fullness of life"
Paul Laurence Dunbar.
So sings the patriot who is of an
other race and color, in his Lyrics of
Lowly Life" But what better or
loftier sentiment could be expressed
by anyone than the one contained in
these peace-lauding lines? The BIOS
SONS of Memorial day are indeed two
fold. DIR. Zimmerman writes: ''Let us
as a nation strew flowers of love for
all, and malice toward none, upon the
graves of the fallen heroes. To this
end 1 would gather flowers from the
north and from the south, and, ming
ling them, I would form them into one
large wreath and lay it reverently
upon the graves of the blue and the
gray. I would form the flowers into
but one wreath as an emblem of unity,
oneness of aim and purpose, the glory
of God, and the honor of our flag and
nation"
The present influence of Memorial
day upon our young people is blessed
one. The worst of tits far out of sight
for them. Better so. The flowers of
peace, charity and devotion, flowers
that sweeten the world with their
BREATH" bloom sweetly before them.
The unforgotten heroism of years
long past receives to-day it's annual
tribute. The very air is full of peace
fulness and calm. The men who march
with measured step along the smooth
walks of the cemetery, habited in the
simple, familiar uniform of the Grand
Army of the Republic, are gray-haired:
elderly men, fast growing old. They
have drifted into, not the indifference,
but the quiet, peace loving days that
succeed the more ardent, turbulent
years of middle life. The gratifying
service of laying blossoms and gar
lands above the resting-places of
fallen comrades becomes a dear and
precious one. The season is full of
hope. Bush and shrub and Towering
plant have burst into inspiriting
bloom. There is. more than a mere
hint of the unfading glories of Lord
Of Immortal Peace and Unbrolsen Re.
union in the sweet, yernal air. And the
faces Of the old soldiers. show that
these impressions are recognized and
have taken hold, as they decorate and
honor the. fag-marked graves.
From the very first, the services .o1
Memorial day have been valuable and
of wholesome effect. They have tend,
ed toward sincere expression of graft
tude, appreciation and brotherly re-
membrance. Out from each remem
bered conflict of earth may the kind
All-Father bring i:
FLOWERS Of charity, peace and devo
Love that is boundless and broad as tn
ocean, z
Christian Work.
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~ and fro:
While sometimes on the ground lay garbs
of gray,
The blue oerhead in skies where SUM-
beams play;
But whether blue or gray arched overhead,
Or were on warning hosts below outspread,
They mingled where lay stilled in peace the
dead.
Sometimes the gray crept Ger dying face,
Sometimes the blue meath closed eyes left
it's trace,
And little cared the anguished wearers
then
What garb hid hearts of torn and mangled
men,
Who brave ard dauntless, when they
reached the brink
OF that dread tide from which the strong
est shrink
Quaffed deep Deaths flagon from which
all must drink.
And prospects then were sometimes Heav-
ems own blue,
Sometimes deep gray amid which shadows
grew;
Blue in both flags, and bars of deepest red
Like streams which ran where thickest
lay the dead:
Gray shadows fell on countless hearts and
lives,
On orphaned children, patient, waiting
wives.
And such strong grief as Hopes founda~
ton riyes.
And now both north and south mid peace
to-day
There mingle once again the blue and gray
Gray in the tattered flags, in beard and
hair.
Blue in the skies, true eyes and new flags
there:
While over all reigns glad and radiant
peace,
The banner OF the stars, hopes rich in
crease.
Fraternity 70 more to fail or cease.
God bless the hosts both north and south
who now
Renew in brotherhood their patriot vow,
Who everywhere spread flowers above
their dead
Without one word of hate or treason said ;
One flag. one country. one true patriot way,
One band in love and loyalty are they:
God bless the boys in blue, the boys in
gray.
I. EDGAR JONES.
Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1901-05-29
:. Cyclinx Not Allowed.

=: Stromness, the western capital of
the Orkney islands, steadfastly re-
fuses to march with the times One
of its bylaws forbids cycling in the
streets, and an adventurous burgher
has just been convicted for an infrac-
ton of this enactment. It will have
nothing to do, indeed with modern
ideas.-N. Y. Sun. IT,. "z~j@.<is.
Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1901-05-29

The Burlington, Cedar Rapids & North
ern Railway has gotten out neat booklet
descriptive of the beautiful summer resorts
at Spirit and Okoboji Lakes in Northwest
application to Jno. G.. Farmer, Assistant
Gen1. Pass. Agt., Cedar Rapids, Ia.
Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1901-05-29
Impressinx the Jury;

Observation-Disclosures does the
judge intend to do with the shot
gun? 81. 1t. ..,..= i. s5#
Alkali Ike-Aw, he'll use that when
he gives charge t tn jury Ohio
State journal. FIJI .fs:zs .3
Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1901-05-29

""Why is justice pictured as a woman
holding pair of apothecary's scales?" Il
don't know, but it would be manifestly alb
surd to represent her as an iceman with an
iceman's scales. "-Philadelphia Times.
Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1901-05-29

What Did He Mean? -Riter-"Have you
read my last poem" Reeder-"I hope So"
philadelphia Evening Bulletin.
Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1901-05-29
Private Mailing Card.

Private Mailing Card with colored views
of scenery on the Chicago, Milwaukee & St.
Paul Railway, sent on receipt of ten QO)
cents in stamps. Address F. A. Miller,
General Passenger Agent, Chicago, III.