Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1903-10-31

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1 ao the sympathy I would give her.
Ihhere, she is getting away from me.
Why is It that an authors characters
VIII fly about like fish hooked to the
end OF a line? And whence comes this
howard Stanley, the younger son OF
an earl? He has dissipated look, and
yet Alice is infatuated with him. How
can she be pure and listen for mo-
ment to this noble brute?
She Is strolling beyond the limits Of
the village. It is autumn, and she
gathers goldenrod, which she encircles
with sprigs of crimson leaves. Think
Ing only Of these. she wanders into the
forest. Stanley misses and seeks her.
Suddenly hideous painted face springs
up before her. Stanley. who is now not
Tar behind, sees it, too, and. turning,
runs like the wind. A shot. the savage
falls. A simple yeoman advances with
a smoking rifle. =
Who babe this hero come out Of the
forest? Go back. My heroine will be
full Of gratitude. She will despise the
cowardly noble and bestow her love on
the lowly yeoman. Any one could shoot
an enemy unconscious of his presence.
but. womanlike, Alice will magnify the
act into one of heroism-a heroism
which even If genuine am not trying
to depict. T:'us does my plan as well
| as my characters constantly run away
| with my intentions.
But by this time have no intentions.
I am part of my story, too intense a
part My temples are throbbing. Alice
, and l are sitting on high backed set
tie. The floor is covered with what we
would now call rag carpet. The great
| high clock ticks in the hall. Her hand
is in mine: hers delightfully."- cool. mine
burning. She is looking into my eyes.
do you love me-" l ask.
II have sacrificed for YOU"
What singular reply!
l awake as from slumber. The morn
Ing sun shines in at the window. A
! man stands at my bedside looking
down at me. know at once that be is
physician. am ina hospital.
IAN l all right. doctor?"
! "Of course you are. Your asking the
question proves that You've been down
with contagious disease We found
but one nurse who would volunteer to
take your case. 1t is her nursing that
has saved you"
The door opened. and trained nurse
came in with a breakfast tray. She
was Alice Gray.
My vision must have been strained
to mistake her uniform for the dress of
Quakeress. And now that my brain
was clear l was surprised that her
face was familiar to me. l had met
her once long while ago and passed
delightful evening with her.
do you often volunteer for such dis
eases ~ asked.
She turned away. "She is not a
trained nurse" whispered the DOCTOR
"She came here as friend of yours
and asked permission to nurse you"
| Then l had an explanation Of the
words. "Do you love me?" and the
reply. Il have sacrificed for you"
F. A. mitchell.
The One Sure Thing.
IT'S not the girl with reddish hair
Whose dispositions sunniest;
It's not the man who always Jokes
Whose stories are the funniest:
IT'S not the richest millionaire
Perhaps who eats the most;
The babe that has the finest care
a SyiV,o t11 boo
She may not be the sweetest girl
Who has the waist that's slenderest:
The largest OK may not yield up
The steak that is the tenderest;
The man who holds his head up high
Above the toiling crowd
May have less cause than you orI
In fact, for feeling proud.
The deacon with the pious air
May not be quite the holiest;
The child that's born in poverty
May not remain the lowliest:
But this is sure, as sure as fate:
The one who boldly asks
Gets more than those who hope and wait
And just perform their tasks.
IS. e. kiser In Chicago Record-Herald.
Fishin'.
The angler sits him down just now
10 rest from hShin' hard all day
! And sings that same old song of how
The biggest came to get away.
| Somehow in fishin in life's sea,
No matter where we cast our net.
The biggest fish, to you and me,
Are the choice few we fail to get.
w. H. Wilson in Four Track News.
Compensation.
The dusk that steals the world away
Undoes a beacon star;
So, years, when you have touched me
gray,
Will hope shine out afar?