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The Marshall republican., 1902-02-07
LOCAL m sR,ee.

Vas in town Saturday.
J. NJ. Cot, Of Slater, YES . visitor
~ Marshall Saturday.
Rev. d. N. CIaeeesa Of Elmwood,
wss 10 the city Saturday.
w. o. woodsmsil, Of ths county,
visited MsrsbsIl Saturday.
Misc Annie Kennedy, Of Shscksl.
ford, wss 10 town Saturday.
Mics Anna Cline, Of M Leonard,
visited srieods 10 Mssshsll Saturday.
G. J. Irvine, os Fsirvi,le. we q.
tending 70 business 10 Msrshsll Sat.
urdsy.
DR.. Thomss He'll, Of the county,
Waited his brother. Dr.. John Hell,
Saturday.
We had The pleasure Of meeting Mr..
Frenk Taylor. Of Nsptou. 10 town
Saturday.
John McKeever, 81 shsckeisord,
wss trsosscting business 10 Marshslt
Saturday.
Mr.. end Mrs. Frank Mitchell. Of
ShackelfOrd, were visiting In Mar.
shsll Saturday.
Judge Samuel Dsvis won't 70 Ksusss
City MOndsy morning 70 cit 90 judge
In the Prince murder cas-
Com. p. Storts and Rev. O. &. Rus.
sell were In Marshall Saturday. Both
are prominent citizens Of Slater.
Logan Il. Chsppell. Of near M.
uasl 80 0~1lA> >ua~ss. ss~--
inent farmers, was In Marshall Sstur.
day.
j. r. williams. . prominent busi.
ness man, Of Hoping, vas looking u.
ter business matters 10 Marshall Sat.
urduy.
Mrs. ThOmss Bostright entsrtaiued
Miss Rose Mertius. Of Miami, during
the past week. Miss kierlIns return.
I'd home Saturday.
Mrs. &. T. Hawkins, who hes bsen
visiting In 81. LOuis for . month. hes
decided To remain for the balance Of
the winter.
Miss Cora Miller, Who hes been
visiting Mise lds Terrell q her homo
sOuthwest Of Msrshsll. hsa returned
70 her home at Bellevills, III.
Mr.. and Mrs. w. II. Fletcher are
entertaining Mr.. and Mrs. Charles Z.
Priest Hnd daughter. Louise, and Mrs.
Rufus Funk, Of Jacksonville, III.
Mrs. Perry D. Csmpbsll and Mrs.
NJ. Alex Snder. Of II. Louis, are visit.
Ing their mother, Mrs. Z. 3. CUTLERY,
~ the home Of John Pickett On Cspi.
t0l Hill.
william McClellsud, Of Salt
Syringe, wss In town Saturday. max.
Ing srrsngements for . big sale Of
cattle horses and hogs. fsim imple.
ments, etc.. February 10Th.
Mrs. r. p. Spencer went 70 Fsyetts
Saturday 10 visit her parents and
other relatives. Mr.. Spencer accom-
panied her ~ fer - BoOuvills, 70.
turning the same evening.
There was . very pleasant gather.
Ing Oi the friends ~ ]. b. Prior and
wife IT their hume on Highland Fri.
day evening. High 6ve passed the
time quickly and pleasantly. Adam.
" supper vas served.
Rev. James 8. Conner left Friday
for Springfield, which he expects 70
make his future home. His fsmlly ~
present r visiting with relatives ~
F~airville. They will 20 "a Springfield
- soon o. he = arrange for their
coming.
John w. RhOades, who has tsen for
. month In Old Mexico visiting the
celebrated sulphur Springs, hes ~.
turned IN his home Ia Msrshsil. He
The Savannah morning news., 1902-11-23
THE END OF THE HARVEST.

BY Grace Duffie Boyian.
Copyrighted. 1902. by Grace DUNE
Boylan.)
Now, humbled by the steel, the ripened
grains
Lie prone upon the Fields of Yester-
day,
And Summer. like a spirit free from
chains
And careless of old pledges. flies
away.
With sIumbrous eyes and features lily
pale
And pulse unquickened by the worlds
alarms,
Life sits apart. within a hallowed vale,
And clasps her gathered roses in her
arms.
Oh season of completed Joy and woe.
oh, harvest moon. when those who
sow must reap;
Or. basely meek, in stranger meadows
go
And stoop to take what others scorn
to keep!
Who chooses, now the day is past ana
done,
To take what is his need and make
no moan,
hold as nobIer, drawer than the one
Who bends TO CLEAN where wiser men
have sown.
Let him who sows the whirlwind take
the yield
For seasons upon seasons wax ana
wane.
And who shall say that In a tare-set
field
There may not wave yellow sea Of
grain?>
Shall God. the Master of the Harvest.
lend
With hand impartial all that we must
sow,
And find no pity for us in the end,
When blighted seeds have failed to
spring and grow?
In some the weeyil of dead years lies
deep;
And some are empty husks Of rust
and mold:
In some forgotten wrongs have lain
asleep.
A heritage of evil manifold.
Let him who sows his portion take the
yield
And, patient, grind his bitter bread
alone.
And undiscovered, in dishonored field.
Refuse to CLEAN an acre not his owni
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forms a bond between parent and
child To her father Jennie had al
ways looked for sympathy and affec-
ton. She had petted and made much
of him since his advent into their town
life, and now-he was going back to
the woman who had tried to crush
out his individuality.
Perhaps Jim Ferris read what was
passing in his wife's mind. His hand
slipped across her shoulder. and he
drew her close, though he spoke to
Silas.
1T has been a great pleasure. father.
to have you with us. and We want you
to come for a visit whenever you can.
When you've any little sum to invest.
send II down. and we boys will look
after your interests"
Silently Silas rose and clasped the
younger man by the hand. Silently he
bent over and kissed the peach bloom
on his daughters cheek. then crossed
the room and mounted the stairs. A
sob shook Jennie's frame.
Don't cry, sweetheart" whispered
her husband. twenty-five years of
married life form a chapter not easily
closed. The remedy he used with your
mother has probably been harder on
him than on her, and I've known all
along that his heart was back ON the
oiu pidCe-Wltn Einellne Amelia. lou
women can't understand that loving
you becomes habit with us men. We
are undemonstrative about 1t. perhaps,
but when we try to break the habit
well, we just can't"
1t was Thanksgiving Eve, and Eme-
line Amelia sat alone in the kitchen.
1t was not only to save the carpet that
she had closed up the dining room. Oil
and wood cost money. And the Hos
kins boy had gone home for Thanks
giving Day. Grudgingly she had said
that she guessed she could look after
the stock. She turned up the light and
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laid out the last few letters she had
received from Silas.
Not a word about wanting to see
me-" she murmured. Not a line about
having me down for Thanksgiving.
Don't suppose they've given a thought
as to whether I'd be asked anywheres.
l suppose Jennie and Jim Is coddling
him so he's got selfish. Men is natur-
ally selfish anyhow. I can remember
the day though that ST would have
thought of me first. There was moth
ing could keep him from me Thanks
giving Day nor Christmas. Why. re-
member the year before we was mar
ried. he drove through a regular bliz-
gard to -"
The words faltered, and she felt pet
tishly for her pocket. Before she could
reach her handkerchief there came a
knock at the door. She rubbed the back
of her hand across her eyes. but forgot
to thrust the letters out of sight.
And so Silas found her. with the
first tears she had shed in years,
moistening her cheeks and his letters
spread out upon the table.
He patted her hand gently. tenderly,
and she did not draw away from his
clasp as she had for more than one
long year before he left the farm. She
stood looking at him with shining
eyes.
"Silas! Silas! And was just saying
to myself had nothing to be thankful
for to-morrow-nothingi"
And now?" ne asked with all the
eagerness of that Thanksgiving Day
when he had faced a blizzard to eat
with his sweetheart.
With a mighty sigh of relief-with
something more, which sounded very
like sob of happiness, she laid her
head on his well-clad shoulder and
cried,
And now I've got everything-ev-
erything."
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painting of the barn and remodeling
, the cow sheds that she did not even
remark to Silas that she should miss
him. His going was a secondary mat
ter. OF first Importance was the fact
that she could show her neighbors as
well as her husband how capable
woman could make a farm pay.
So the lawyer was consulted, the
papers We're drawn up and sighed, for,
as Silas explained it, he did not wish
her to feel bound in any way. Every
thing was to be made easy for her If
she wanted to trade the farm for other
property, well and good. 1t was hers.
She had helped to pay for it.
When would he come back? Well,
he didn't rightly know, but any time
she needed him, she could send for
him. At which remark Emeline Amelia
shifted the air like a proud race horse.
Need him, indeed And she only hoped
he wouldn't waste his savings on Jen-
ME and Jennie's pipe-smoking hus-
band. Whereupon Silas, promptly
took the hint and gave her hundred
dollars of his savings.
Then, with some clean linen and a
very few other things packed in his
shiny leather valise, Silas took his de-
parture. Emeline Amelia took him to
town, and as they made the turn in the
lane, Silas stood up i'm the buggy and
swept the placid farm with loving
gaze. The north field sparkled in the
sunlight. The Hoskins boy would do
the ''coaxing' now. The barn, with
its coat of many colors, peeped out
from behind huge haystack When
he came back Emeline Amelia would
have 1t brave in red paint His wife
looked up suddenly and caught the ex-
precision of his face.
Il don't believe you'll stay in New
York six weeks" she announced.
You'll be that homesick for the old
down-in-the-heels place that you'll
want to come back on the next train"
Her scorn for the place in which he
had sown his young manhood and his
ripe middle-age stung him. but he an
swered quietly:
"Mebbe 80, Emeline Amelia. IL amt
paid very rich, but it's made US de-
cent living. Perhaps you'll make Il
pay better"
Indeed / will" she answered sharp
ply, and old Grant limped at the
stroke she gave with the whip.
And 80 they parted-Silas with a
strange, indefinable pain tugging al
his heart. and Emeline Amelia, her
mind teeming with plans.
And 80. too. for "A year their paths
diYerRed AZ an ever widening angle.
silas buried himself IN the heart Of
the seething metropolis ag effsctuaily
~ n be- had JOurneyed 10 the sahara.
Ills old friends 90 ZaneEviiie knew him
no more. The old green settle BY the
kitchen stove on the farm now har-
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and none dare tell Emeline amelia
what awful things might have hap
pened IL that horse had not come un-
der the wire first. 1t was Silas himself
who broke the news Just as they turn
ed into their own lane. Emeline Amelia
first raved at him for a reckless fool
then turned her attention 10 the proper
expenditure of his winnings.
''There'l be enough to build decent
chicken house." she announced with
authority, land the barn MUST be
painted. I'll have a new cook stove
Silas slapped old Grants back light
ly with the loose reins.
You can do just as you like, Eme-
line Amelia. with your share, but as
for me"
Emeline Amelia drew herself up very
straight in the consciousness of eight
first prizes" won by her own indus
try.
Il never knew there was any shar-
ing between husband and wife, and If
you don't mind, perhaps you'll tell me
just where we stand? l reckon what
ever you have, I've helped to get. For
twenty-five years l."
Silas made deprecatory gesture.
81 know, / know, Emeline Amelia
All l am l owe to your forehandedness.
And now I'm going to make it right
with you for all you've done. I'm go
ing to deed the farm over to you and
give you half of what I've got in my
purse this minute, and let you run the
farm. You think wou can make 1t go
better than l can, and l don't know
but you're right. One of Hoskins' boys
IL be glad to hire out to you this
winter, and
"A hired man in winter" exclaimed
the thrifty Emeline Amelia. "What'll
you do?"
Again Silas beat a tattoo on old
Grants back with the reins.
We'll, l rather think I'll take a va
cation. I've been wanting to see Jen-
ME and her husband, and-and-well,
mightn't like the way you run our
farm, and if I'm down in New York /
won't see nothing, and by the time /
come back you'll have everything rum
ming smooth
Emeline Amelia's heart throbbed
with triumph. At last Silas was ac-
knowledging her superiority, and adj
hitting his own inability to make the
old farm pay. She would Just show
him that to make money you must
keep your farm in good trim. She
would adopt in her farming the same
tactics employed in the house-no
waste, a place for everything and ev-
erything in its place, no leakages-ev-
erything kept painted up-thrift-thrift
everywhere. That would be her mot
to. She was so busy figuring on the
The Savannah morning news., 1902-11-23
ANOTHER MANS BRAINS.
BY ALICE LOUISE LEE.
Copyright, 1902, by Alice L. Lee.

Three men stood in a close group
in the telegraph Office of the little
summer resort of Great Bend. They
we're following the finger of the tele-
grapher as 1t Travelled over the New
York stock and money market re-
ports.
His kilograms are never in cipher;
I've acted on them every time this
summer" the operator was saying.
land he's sure. His millions testify
to that. If he buys stock that stock
goes up. II he sells, the thing always
falls. But I've only hundreds to in
vest, while you have thousands. I'll
furnish the information, while you
His speech was cut short by the
I abrupt entrance of a man in golf
suit. The operator hurriedly folded
the paper over the reports.
The newcomer nodded pleasantly to
| the men, and TO the youngest he said
with easy cordiality:
You are not on the links this morn
| ing, 1 see, Van Duyn."
| Without needing the reply he drew
| a yellow blank from its pile, wrote
| the address of a well-known metro
and passed the paper through the
| opening in the wire screen. Send
| this at once, will you. Grey?'
| Nodding once more to the young man
| at the window, the great Speculation
ran down the steps and was off to the
/ links.
| The instant the door closed the OPP
| orator held up the message,
| Look at this! In the P. and T.
road-and such an investment Ro-
| dent is sure. Something big is about
| to happen in that quarter or he would
| not be investing any such sum. Fell
The Savannah morning news., 1902-11-23

was about to happen, and they must
be among the winners. They must act
at once and blindly. but they were safe
in the judgment which had never fail
ed them. Grey sent his broker, on be-
half Of the three, an imperative teIe-
gram.
An hour later Rodent returned. He
was pale, and his pallor was reflected
in the faces of the three men who
hung over the receiver behind the wire
screen. They invented no excuse for
being there. and Rodent seemed hard
ly conscious of their presence.
Il expect a message" he said brief
ly.
So did they.
Rodent began to pace the floor. His
unconcealed anxiety added to theirs
Van Duyn shuddered as he looked al
the Spectators pale face. He SILVER
ed again as Grey begun to take a
message. He noticed Grey's fingers
witch. He leaned over the table.
The operator was taking Rodents
reply from his broker.
"All right. Saved"
Grey passed the paper out. Rodent
glanced at ii and tore X up, but did
not leave. He was looking at Van
Duyn.
The latter drew a long breath. His
heart beat fast with anticipation. Grey
was taking another message. with a
hand that almost refused to do his bid
ding. he wrote for the benefit OF the
two standing over him, their brokers'
message:
Cant understand your order. Did as
told. Everything lost"
Van Duyn read.
my God" ne cried, and leaned
against the table.
His face Was white. and his ears
SANG loudly Every dollar he possessed
N the world was swept away Ia that
Wild venture.
Rodents voice penetrated the maze
which eDYeloped him.
Gentlemen, ! know what has hap
pfned, ! Waa tod Last week what was
soinG On Ia this once. Nov. 1 think
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stead of playing golf with Rodent. or
attending to clients in his office
Van Duyn, just out OF law school.
had been unfortunate enough to fall
heir to a small fortune--and the desire
to increase II rapidly: hence the new
occupation of haunting Grey's Office. 1t
proved fascinating, and. as the weeks
passed, the winnings multiplied.
Autumn came and with IT a day
when four men We're intent on differ
ent plans. Rodent was preparing to re-
turn to the city Van Duyn intended to
invest some of his increased fortune
in Wall street. according to his own
judgment Speculation had COM
pletely unsettled his purposes In. life.
The horse dealer was planning a tour
or the state fairs. and Grey was al
ready looking forward to another sum-
mer-and Rodents telegram-when
that gentleman himself entered the Of
flee in such nervous haste as scarcely
to notice the three there congregated.
He wrote out a telegram with I'm
gers that shook. handed it to Grey
without word. and stood watching
the telegrapher in an absent-minded
way until the instrument ceased its
click.
The horse dealer and Van Duyri
were wild with Impotence. They saw
Rodents agitation; they saw Grey's
face light up as his eyes fell on the
message. They could scarcely wait un-
til the speculator had closed the door
behind him before demanding the
news.
The few scrubbed words on the yell
low slip took their breath away. There
! lay the order to his broker to buy for
| Rodent an incredible amount OF stock
In the p. and T. road. Van Duyn pass
ed his hand over his eyes and looked
| again. He had seen Alright. The or
der involved millions. Something big
The Savannah morning news., 1902-11-23

for myself, and I expect every man to
do the same. | understand that I have
been doing your thinking for some
time. Last week l wrote to my broker.
/ said to him. I'm substance: When I
wire you to buy, you understand that
/ mean SELL He has obeyed AS a re-
suit. / have sold all my stock in this
bankrupt road. and you have bought
largely. / understand. Van Duyn."
turning to the young man where he
stood, white Tipped and staring. that
you are ruined financially. That Is well.
It's the only way. and say it kindly.
to make a man of you. Go back to
your profession, and go at 1t earnestly,
and you may hear from me again.
Rodent had made the longest speech
of his life. Years after, when the white
faced man who that day watched the
financier's departing figure, was a sue
cessful lawyer, he knew that IT was
also the most effective.
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but broker in Wall street. Got a
bang-up little Office and his fathers
cashier in the - Bank. He's got
money enough to buy this Old farm five
times over and the only reason he
married Jennie so student was that
he thought if he left her here another
year, you'd worry ner down to a shad-
der. She was gettin' more like me
every day--walking round all the time
with her head hanging down like a
whipped dog, and Ferris says he don't
want that sort of wife"
Emeline Amelia ignored the rebuke.
You see, ST, what I say will come
true. You're just as easy to-day as
when you traded horses with Dan Ely.
The horse went lame in less than
twenty-four hours. He was doctored UP
and I bet you'll find young Ferris has
doctored bank account.
Tongues wagged from one end of the
county to the other, but Emeline Anne
liza held her head high. If she missed
the presence of her quiet. gentle-voic-
ed daughter. she never admitted the
fact, and she read the loving, pleading
letters from New York w it'll hard
look about her lips. Her pride, not her
love, had been hurt. She, the recogniz-
ed head of the house,
had not been consulted in the
matter of Jennie's marriage. The
insult was unforgivable. Silas might
write to the hayward daughter, their
ungrateful child-but not she.
Whom the last summer boarder had
departed Emeline Amelia turned her
attention to the county fair. There
were prizes she wanted to win, cash
and blue ribbons, for bread and rolls,
pickles and preserves, butter and
cheese. Some one must keep up the
family reputation. and of course 81
would have nothing to show in the way
of prize winning products from farm
so shiftiessly managed.
II was the final day of the fair. and
Emeline Amelia stood in the wOmen's
booth. gazing, with ili-concealed
pride, upon the award cards attached
to her exhibits. Silas was not at her
side 10 share her triumphs. In truth
he was exceedingly busy IN another
part OF the grounds. An exciting horse
race was on. Sllas had thrown his
usual prudence 10 the winds and had
sfaked every dollar ~ his summer
profits on the horse entered by "a boy
hoods friend. u happened 70 be the
right horse.
lie had taken terrific chances. His
neighbors gszed a. him IN bucollc awe.
The Savannah morning news., 1902-11-23
WHY EMELINE AMELIA
GAVE THANKS.
By ANNA S. RICHARDSON.
Copyright, 1902. by Anna S. Richardson.

When Jennie Humphreys drove quiet
" over to GAINESVILLE with Jim Ferris.
one of her mothers summer boarders.
and married him. every man and wo-
man in Drake county said that Emeline
Amelia had met her "come-uppance"
at last.
Jennie was pretty. Every young man
for miles around was alive to this fact
And Jennie was a notable housekeep
era far more important factor in the
marriage game TO mothers of eligible
sons. But the sons, one and all, had
been vigorously snubbed by Emeline
Amelia, Jennie's mother, who declared
that it was bad enough to have made
a matrimonial mistake herself, with
out letting Jennie wed a worthless
man.
81 Humphreys. who had the misfor-
tune TO be Emeline Amelia's matrimo-
NAL blank, and the good fortune to
be Jehnies father, said nothing. What
was the use? He had heard himself
referred to SO frequently as a failure
that he was almost persuaded of the
fact.
Emeline Amelia was recognized all
over the county as a capable. fore
handed woman. Even the haircloth
furniture in the front room, showed
never break after twenty-five years
of service. Not that it was used much
except when Jennie played the organ
Sunday nights, and her father, minus
his shoes, was permitted to creep in
and listen. Every week Emeline
Amelia went over the dining room car
pet on hands and knees to make sure
no strands in the gay colors had been
snapped, and she always kept a carpet
needle threaded behind the clock, for
use in case of emergency. When there
was absolutely nothing more to pick
up about the house, she would stand in
her door yard and call upon the heay-
ems to institute comparisons between
her DOMAIN and her husbands. The
barn painted in three colors when the
money he spent in one winter on to-
bacco would give it common coat of
red. And that harvester, new last
year, needed plating badly It was
shameful how shabby and down at
the heels Silas did let things go. Now
If she was running the farm
But still ST went his way, his head
bending forward a trifle more each
year until, by the time Jennie was 90
ms chin nearly touched his breast. But
his eyes never failed to brighten when
The Savannah morning news., 1902-11-23

lows, all have is going there also"
The men standing behind the teleg-
rapher's chair said nothing. He sent
Rodents message, and then drew an
other blank, and slowly wrote the
name of another broker with the order
to invest two thousand in and T..
stock He held the paper up and
glanced over his shoulder.
THAT is my venture. What is
yours ?"
The older one answered first. He
was a shrewd .Inan whose money here
tofore had been invested in horses.
You may make it ten thousand for
me-"
There ensued a deep silence in the
room. The operator laid his hand
thoughtfully on the key, and looked up
at Van Duyn. The horse dealer clear
ed his throat and walked to the win
dow.
Van Duyn worked his fingers nerv-
ously in his watch chain.
Add ten thousand for me-this
once"
He waited for no comments. but
quickly left the room.
Back in the office the operator shrug-
ged his shoulders and remarked:
His this once will be forgotten in
a few days"
The horse dealer sneered.
His principles will share the same
fate"
The horse dealer was right. Three
days later Van Duyns scruples were
buried beneath a clear gain
OF ten thousand dollars. He
quieted his conscience by a course
OF reasoning; after all, where was the
wrOng2 Grey, 40 telegraph operator,
must see All the dispatches that Re-
dent sent They were not taking any
money out Of Rodents pocket by act
ing on his instructions % his agent.
Furthermore, II Grey chose 70 ask one
thousand for his information, whose
bualncff waa ~
Van Duyn paid one thousand, pOck.
etea four, and fell 20 haunting the teis-
gfaDh once with the horse dealer. In