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The Cooperstown courier. (Cooperstown, Griggs Co., N.D.) 1902-1913, 1904-09-01
Temperance ana Eternitv.

Senator Gallinger, of New Hamp-
shire, who is also physician, enjoys
telling Of the case of a maiden lady in
Boston, an ardent member of the
Woman's Christian Temperance union,
who was once taken violently i'll in
consequence Of too free indulgence
in lobster salad. When the doctor who
was hastily summoned to her relief
arrived he at once determined to adj
minister q stimulent, but the splnster,
faithful to her principle, baked at the
brandy proffered her. Brandy" she
exclaimed as vigorously as her con-
dition would permit, Dare you offer
me brandy, sir?" But it is necessary.
madam" expostulated the physician:
"you are quite ILL.," The Boston Jsdy
closed her lips in an expression of ex-
IRENE determination. "And I may die,
sir. but I'll not meet my Maker with
brandy on my BREATH" "She didn't, {"
adds Senator Gallinger, "but they made
her take brandy all the same."-N Y.
Herald.
The Cooperstown courier. (Cooperstown, Griggs Co., N.D.) 1902-1913, 1904-09-01
An Honorable RETREAT.

Mention of Bismarck recalls a story
he used to tell of an incident which
his grandfather witnessed when serv-
ing under Frederick the Great. It af-
fords good reading in the present time
in view of mistakes and rumors Of
mistakes, degradations, and equivocal
promotions, of which tales come
through from st. Petersburg. During
some maneuvers an ensign made a
mistake, and the old king, in a flaming
passion, pursued him with stick, in
tending to publicly chastise him. The
ensign lit out for all he was worth and
nimbly leaped a ditch which the king
could not negotiate, but was left fun
ing on the wrong side. Later the coll
onel Of the regiment reported to the
king that the ensign had rendered his
resignation. II am sorry, sire, for he
is a really fine soldier" said the COLI
onel. "Send him to me-" replied Fred
erick. The ensign came in, expecting
to be beaten or perhaps sent to prison.
Here, sir, is your captaincy," said the
king. II meant to give it you this
morning, but you ran SO id hard I
could not catch you."-St. James Ca
Zette,
The Cooperstown courier. (Cooperstown, Griggs Co., N.D.) 1902-1913, 1904-09-01

"As his gaze swept the tent for
something suggesting plan for deliv-
erance, 10 saw 1t had been Quilted Of
everything except two articles-his
light silk coat, which hung upon the
partition between the two tents. and
the tourists shaving mirror which It
concealed. The coat had been over
looked because it was as grimy as the
tent wall itself.
"In moments like this one grasps
at straws. AS 1t is said a drowning
person reviews his past experiences
perfectly in brief moment, so to this
man, facing desperate odds, came q
desperate suggestion.
"He called loudly on a supposed pro-
tector in the adjoining tent t. come
to the window and prove to his CAP
tor that he was under protection of a
Moslem. AS he spoke he slowly drew
the coat from before the mirror in
front of which the sheik was standing
"No words can express the unutter-
able CONSERVATION pictured upon that
blazing face, livid with fright and
WOuOO4S e10 4OA Iu0 040I S1lAO IL saw
its own awful reflection, not knowing
it was its own. One instant he stood
stock-still, fascinated, Mortified, over
whelmed; then collapsed, just as that
lady did but moment ago, and the
American quickly possessed himself Of
his captor's arms and was master Of
the situation.
"And now, gentlemen" concluded
the story teller. eve will have our
game"
AS he spoke he again reached for
ward to turn the trump. There was
a quickly drawn breath of horror from
those who observed him, for the first
three fingers of his left hand were
missing.
Before he could turn the card saw
age lurch of the boat, accompanied by
the creaking of timbers, announced the
arrival of the Rappahannock at her
New York slip-and the trump was
never turned.
The Cooperstown courier. (Cooperstown, Griggs Co., N.D.) 1902-1913, 1904-09-01

THE LETTER FROM MOTHER

Rip and snip and a fiutter and hirt-
The morning mail is In;
The typewriter's rack-tack right and left
With brusque, staccatO din.
Order and tally, statement and bill.
Credit. receipt and dun;
He slaps them open with hasty hand,
Asserting them one by one.
s.Respected Gentlemen" "Honored sirs,"
Formal and SNUG and trtte,
Empty phrases of business life
To start the letters right.
'tsincerely yours" and with respect"
"Obedient servant" too!
Satire tucked to q rebate claim
Or angry threat to sue.
Down through the thick of the stack he
With the business snarl on his brow;
There is never q smile in a postman's
bag
You'd imagine. to look at him now.
But under a letter of formal cut
And sickly commercial hue,
Here Is mfssive trinity plump,
With envelope honest blue.
And he opens the flap with a careful
hand,
He pushes the others by;
The faltering lines and the faded ink
He studies with softened eye.
There's truth in the words, My precious
boy"
For they're penned by mothers hand.
And there's something else between the
lines
His Heart can understand.
Forgetting the cares of the business day
And the roar from the citys throat,
His thoughts go back to the farm the
while
He reads what mother wrote:
We are well. and your fathers smart, :
He's down in the woods to-day;
Tell Joe I'm filling the wood-shed up
He said as he went away,
Ask him If ever he's found spot
That's quite SO coy and snug
AS the corner In front of our fireplace
With his back on the braided rug?
Tell him there's plenty of birch and
beech
That's hankering now to burn.
And lots of things in the bins down.
stairs
Waiting for his return
I've had fine luck with all preserves
And all of my pickles, too.
The house is full of the smell Of spice!
Snif hard at this paper" True!
He closed his eyes on the Office walls.
And the perfume the letter brings
Whispers of Jars on the cellar shelves
And apples in festooned strings.
He scents the SAVIOR of autumn fields
And the fragrance of heaped-up mows.
The spicy waftings from cellar bins
And the dewy breath of cows.
Then down at the end there's the same
sweet thrill
He found in the words above:
Come when you can, precious boy.
From mother. with all her love-"
And somehow the tasks OF the busv dav
Are full of snarls and frets:
His thoughts are slow, and things move
wrong,
He blunders and he forgets.
For the call of home is in his ears.
Ia r11
In his heart the yearnine for two old
folks
Who are longing to see his face.
And he heaps on his wondering partners
desk
The whole of the business pile.
You must run it a week. old mani" he
says;
I'm down with the folks awhile"
Holman F. Day, in Youths Compan-
ion.
The Cooperstown courier. (Cooperstown, Griggs Co., N.D.) 1902-1913, 1904-09-01
What They Dreaded.

The hobo with the bushy beard
rushed through the dime lodging
house. W "@
"Blood will be spilled here today"
he :roared wildly. There was q panic
among the dodgers. r . 2
"W-who's g-going to spill it," fall
tered q dozen frightened hobos.
81 am. I'm Bad Bill from Butte"
"Ah, get out. We thought the vac
chatting doctor was coming. Chi
cago Daily News. -
The Cooperstown courier. (Cooperstown, Griggs Co., N.D.) 1902-1913, 1904-09-01
Not ON That Path.

~ really thought you were on the
path Of reformation" said the South
wark stipendiary recently, more In
sorrow than in anger, when he once
again fined Michael Quirk for inebrie-
ty. "Oh, no. SIR" responded the mat
ter-of-fact Quirk. II have just come
from STANDARDIZATION Chronicle.
The Cooperstown courier. (Cooperstown, Griggs Co., N.D.) 1902-1913, 1904-09-01
About the si.e Of II.

TITS no trouble at all to get mar
ried," remarked the girl with the new
engagement ring.
''of course. It isn't" rejoined her
married lady friend, with sigh long
drawn out ''The trouble doesn't begin
until the honeymoon ds."-Chiesgs
Journal,
The Cooperstown courier. (Cooperstown, Griggs Co., N.D.) 1902-1913, 1904-09-01
Breezy.

.Ketchum A. Cummin-Well, you've
succeeded in raising the wind. What
are you going to do now?
Orville Ardup-I'm going to blow
myself chicago Tribune.
The Cooperstown courier. (Cooperstown, Griggs Co., N.D.) 1902-1913, 1904-09-01

THE ferry-boat, "Rappahannock,"
l had an experience in the winter
OF 1873 that will never be forgotten by
any of her passengers.
During one of her regular trips be-
tween New York and Brooklyn this
boat suddenly quilted her respectable.
though somewhat monotonous, career.
and became a common tramp, without
port or destination.
The day awoke in fog such as the
Oldest inhabitant had never seen. The
East river was blocked with ice and
soon became shrieking bedlam of
cropping and bewildering craft, whose
pilots could scarcely see their hands
before their faces.
AT half past nine the "Rappahan-
mock" left Brooklyn, we'll laden with
passengers. and started on her Gus
tomary trip almost directly across the
rivera very short and unusually easy
voyage. Before even reaching the mid
die OF the stream, however, the ice
and fog had thrown her completely
out of her course. Back and forth, up
and down stream, the pilot vainly
CROPPED, amid the shrieking whistles,
ringing Of fog bells, and loud crash of
Ice boulders, until, in the confused
clangor. he had entirely lost his bear
ings. ~,
When, after long and perilous bat
Ting with ice jams and many hair
breadth escapes from collisions, he sud
denly sighted the landing place on the
New York side, he found It occupied
by sister boat, which had been driven
there to avoid destruction. He backed
out, only to be lost again. and for
three hours this boat, now become q
mere tramp, wandered aimlessly up
and down the East river with its load
OF excited passengers, whose emotions
ranged anywhere between the rage
and impatience Of the belated Wall
Street Spectator, to whom the delay
might mean a loss of $4,000, to the
hysterta Of q nervous little woman
Who had left her baby at home, and
who begged the other helpless passen-
esrs for the love Of. Heaven to help
her set her feet once more on land.
between these two extremes Of Inn,
patience and excitement was small
proportion Of passengers who remained.
calm, even endeavoring to while away.
the time by exchanging pleasantries
and making wagers as to the time Of
their celiverance. Among these was
aagrouI Of men in the cabin Who after
having read and reread the morning
The Cooperstown courier. (Cooperstown, Griggs Co., N.D.) 1902-1913, 1904-09-01
/ The UN1URN[D TRUMP !
: ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS N15JJ7l5J5lJ15
By Barnes Macgreggor.


Copyright, 1895. by The Shortstory Pub.
Ashing Company. All rights reserved.
The Cooperstown courier. (Cooperstown, Griggs Co., N.D.) 1902-1913, 1904-09-01

Out Of this sweet, trance like repose
he suddenly bounded into the horrible
consciousness Of a torturing pain In
one Of his hands, as though some wild
beast was crunching the bones. But,
as he writhed to his knees to grapple-
with the foe. he saw instead three
swarthy, evil-faced Bedouins bending
over him with ghoulish glee. One had
just cut of, with q hideous dirk-knife,s
the first three fingers Of his left hand.
In an instant It flashed upon him that
these were to be sent to his friends
with demand for ransom. He was.
correct in this supposition. for no
sooner had the bleeding hand beer
rudely bandaged than two Of his cap.
tors set ont upon this mission, leay-
ing him in care Of the third. who was
heavily armed. n Az
-, No one knew better than the pris-
oner how impossible such ranaom
would be. His fellow-travclers had
brought as little money into Syria a.
would meet their actual necessities
while there. He therefore began to
cast desperately about in his mind for
q loophole of escape before the fellows
should return with these unsatisfactory
stidings, which would result, no doubt,
In further mutilations
The Saint Paul globe., 1904-06-12

lorn place. There was no timber in
that region. The small. shabby house
perched upon the bluff was exposed
to the bitter winds of winter and TO
the almost more malignant furnace
blasts of summer. 1t was. nineteen
years since oliver Carney had married
for the second time. Then he and his
two sturdy boys had sadly needed the
ministrations Of woman. The girl he
married was young and romantic. She
pitied him. She miStook her exquisite
sympathy for the divine passion it
self. When he traded his business In
the East for rocky Nebraska farm
and went to live where his lack OF
experience and the capricious climatic
conditions together conspired against
him the outcome was dependency and
futile regret. He not only failed to do
one thing well; he succeeded in doing
many things i'll. He credited fate with
peculiar perversity toward himself
with an almost personal antagonism.
Dyspepsia, that grim demon evoked
by m-hOuSe viandS, became a con-
stant torment Insomnia duly follow
ed. Pessimism. the prompt handmade
or these, waited upon them. So he be-
came gloomy and unreasonable, except
when his depression was temporarily
merged in the maudlin amiability OF
liquor.
1t was upon the woman, however.
that the burdens of failure pressed
most heavily. She had been a brave
and gallant young creature, but the
cowardice and shirking selfishnesS Of
the man she married ate into the core
OF her being like an acid.
None know better than she that
work from long before light on winter
morns, and from the first streak of
pearl in summer skies, was hard. She
knnW
lentless thing. She knew that it made
petty those who would be great and
generous; that it fettered hands which
would fain be extended in royal gen.
eroSity; that none might scale It's ram
parts which barred out possible ambi-
-pleasures-joys! But these she
accepted-the poverty and the toll. At
the melancholy of inertia surrounding
her she rebelled. She dreaded it's con-
tagion. She refused to have her heri-
tage of hope wrested from her. She
would not live in an atmosphere Of
rayless foreboding. She denied the
right Of one man to condemn her to
profound and enduring discomfort. She
was not one Of those who succumb to
adversely willingly. So she made a
hard fight. Occasionally she conquer
ed-less frequently as the years went
by. The struggle told on her. She lost
expectancy Of expression and elasticity
Of step. Child-bearing and child-rear-
ing were part of her handicapped ex-
istence.
Now a fresh fear had arisen. What
If Dan were to marry - Dan, upon
whom they all depended, rather than
upon the moping, misanthropic father!
DAM" Her voice sounded strange to
herself, and she waited until she could
speak as usual. Dan, what would we
all do without you?"
She had been a school teacher in her
The Saint Paul globe., 1904-06-12

as follows: Cream three-fourths OF O
cup Of butter and one and half cups OF
sugar. Add three quarters Of a cup Of
milk and the yolks Of three eggs. In an
other bowl sift three cups of flour with
three level teaspoOnfuls Of baking powder,
or two teaspoonfulS Of cream tartar and
one of soda; repeat the Sitting three times
and stir the mixture into the butter, sugar
and yolks.
Fold in the whites OF three eggs stiffIy
whipped. and spread the batter in four
layer cake tins. The round tins with NOV
able sides are best for this purpose. as
the sides or rim can be easily lifted off
the cake when it is turned upside down
on a plate. The bottom can then be sep
arated from the cake with a knife II
these tins are used there is no danger Of
the cake breaking when it is separated
from the pan. Bake the layers of cake
for about eighteen minutes in a compare
lively moderate oven.
For filing soak two liberal teaspoonfuIs
or English geIatlne IN four tableSpoonfulS
of cold water for two hours. Put a gen.
erous quart Of whipped and drained cream
in basin with four tablespoonfuls OF
of sherry wine. Put the soaked geIatIne
in a cup set in boiling water and let it
melt. Then whip in the melted gelatIne
very quickly and evenly. stirring from
the bottom upward until the whole Is
so thick that a spoon resting on the sur
face will not sink. When this state is
reached spread this filing over two cakes.
sprinkle over each layer Of whipped cream
a fine layer of chopped English walnutS,
Then spread the rest of the cream over
the walnuts and place the remaining lay
ers over the filing thus making two
cakes. The tops OF the cakes should be
iced with a thin icing made by mixing
large cupful OF sifted powdered sugar
with the white of very small egg and
two tableSpOOnfulS Of sherry. Decorate
the icing with cream walnuts. which may
be obtained at any confectioner's.
The cakes. after they have cooled, can
be split in two. II preferred. and each
loaf prepared with four thin layers In
place OF two thicker ones. The filing
should then be spread over each. Made
either way, however, it is q delicious
The Saint Paul globe., 1904-06-12
By Kate MccIeary

UOU going in town, Dan?"
questioned the woman Her
n voice was appealing.
The young fellow standing in the
doorway shifted his position impa-
tientIy. He was twenty three, tall and
brawny. Years Of labor on the farm
had developed his limbs and tough
ened his muscles. Later in life he
would be stopped and shambling, as
are those who follow the plow and
guide the harrow after the days of
youthful manhood ha passed. Now
he was straight and stately. and the
colossal symmetry of his frame was
good to look upon. His cotton shirt,
falling loose at the neck, revealed a
triangle OF sunburnt skin. His low
broWed, strong featured face was cop
pered also. The jaw was heavy-the
chin square. The blue eyes he turned
on the woman had the sullenness OF
one who expects opposition.
Yes. I'm a-goin'."
In the new buggy"
He nodded There was a silence
which she waited wistfully for him to
break. AS he said nothing, she picked
up the sewing which lay in her lap.
Il was hoping I could get to CO."
she said, speaking in the plaintive
monotone produced by colorless years
of self preservation and self-denial.
'T've been every time when could
take or leave the children. It's a year
since I've been to town." Her needle
was suspended. She looked afar over
the boundless expanse OF prairie with
weary eyes. my father and brother
are buried on the hill there. Little
Ruby-she's there, too. She died when
she wasn't but eight. She was the
greatest child for f1owersI The weeds
even were flowers to her. 1 guess
she'd know if there were some put on
her grave"
Again there was silence she send
Ing him eager, furtive glances; he
staring out where an ocean Of oats
tossed turbulently in the glaring sun
shine.
There's so many folks In town. It's
Eociable like. There hasn't been
soul to this house since Christmas.
Then it was only some campers whose
wagon broke down. But it seemed
good to see them, even"
Look here, mother" he broke out
1 know you amt got much pleasure.
I'd like you could fix to go. But as for
me drivin' you in-well, I promised to
take Chastina Marks"
She said nothing, but the look that
qulvered out on her face made him
set his teeth hard for an instant. Then,
with a scarlet. blotch burning on either
thin cheek, she took up her sewing
again, and went on stitching-stitch-
ing.
The home of the Carneys was a for
The Saint Paul globe., 1904-06-12
PLAYER IS, AFTER ALL,
CREATURE OF THE PLAY
Richard Mansfield Discusses Relative Po-
sition of Author and Actor

Just how much Of the credit for the
success Of play is due the author and
how much the actor Is question not
easily determined by an auditor. Rich
ard Mansfield expressed himself in a
characteristic vein the other day on this
subject, and he speaks out of the expert
ence of an artist who has made many
plays appear strong which without his in
spiration. finish and lift might have
seemed rather slim pickings.
Yes, we hear again and again that an
actor has made poor play succeed, -
said Mr.. Mansfield, but have never yet
seen the cleverest actor make a success
out OF a bad play. The actor is, after all,
the creature Of the playwright, and often
receives both the praise and the blame
which belongs to the author On the other
hand. my motto has always been, if you
VIII excuse the language, ii faut excuser
lauteur. by which I mean that an actor
can give strength to weak lines and bring
out meanings perhaps never thought Of
py the author. But I defy an actor
genius to make a strong situation out Of
weak one or a probable out of an I'M
probable plot"
The Saint Paul globe., 1904-06-12

chair the room afforded a limp heap OF
woman preparing supper.
There's them," he announced, pla-
cidly, arousing himself from a trance
of indolent content.
Them" came tumbling in. riotous,
registering. healthy brood They
laughed, and Knocked, and fought, and
burst into peals Of laughter. The head
OF the house regarded them with bland
interest,
Seems like" he remarked, 'I amt
never so happy as when a-sittin, so to
speak, in the bosom of my family"
his conclliatory manner was one to
fncite distrust. His wife sent him
swift glance
Have you been to town." she asked.
He declared that he had not been to
town. That even IL he had she knew
better than to suppose that he would
go into the OWL King, or near the Owl
Dick. perfumed. pomaded and in his
Sunday best, came Gathering down the
ladderlike stairway.
Hurry up, mother. I'm goin' in town
to strawberry festival at the Metho-
dist church. Here Dolly, you got your
supper. You let me set there
Dolly protested with a howl. Dick
picked her up and deposited her on the
floor, where she appeared to shrink to-
gether like collapsible drinking cup.
When Dan came In from his aimless
tramp through the orchard the owner
or the farm was sunk in stertorIous
oblivion. The last child had been
tucked in bed. The last utensil had
been washed and set aside. And the
woman, sitting by the kitchen table, in
the dull light Of the kerosene lamp, was
Efi foI Ifrn fva<A
shirt rebellion. regret. resentment -
love. That one unselfish love of all
lowest
Chasttna Marks was waiting for Dan
When he drove up. She was a slender,
brown haired girl, clad in the inevita-
Die white lawn and fluttering ribbons
or the prairie belle. She was not pref
ty, but she was charming. There was
fresh wholesomeness about her as
pleasant as the scent of wild-plum
blossoms. Her quiet eyes held a look
OF reserve. They were eyes which
might, indeed,
Keep back daring lover.
Or comfort grieying child.
I'm late" He had jumped down
and was helping her into the buggy.
It's fine morning. but I'm afraid It's
going to blow up a bit"
She looked away to the horizon with
- nocn anu pleSclent VISION or those
who are prairie-born
1T will be a dust storm, I think
Dan enjoyed neither the day nor the
proptnqutty of the girl he loved. His
brow was contracted. He spoke sell
dom. His companion wondered-si-
lently. She was wise enough to know
that to question a secretive man is to
invoke a lie
The dust storm she had prophesied
did come. At first there was only the
most infantile. the most Intellectual lit