Audubon Republican., 1904-10-20
GREELEY.

Ll1e,-ureamlng, Scnemlng, signing,
dying.
One of G. H. Morey's little girls is
very sick with scarlet fever.
! S. M. Gardner shipped part of a
carload of hogs from Audubon to Chi
cago Saturday.
Supervisor Earhart is doing some
good road work down on the mud
fats east of Little Valley.
Vene Earhart and Mike Baldwin
started their huller to humming on the
Chas. Wilson farm Thursday.
! Mr.. and Mrs. Ham Covault, of Ex-
ira, we're rusticating among the pump
kin patches of Greeley one day this
, week.
Say, Mr.. Clark, paint the roof of
that barn red and the strips snow
, white and make Old Glory laugh out
| right.
Mrs. b. Huston goes semi-weekly to
| North Branch to instruct the Misses
Ray Baker and Mary Shoesmith in
| music.
Mr.. and Mrs. Chas. Minerman's
little girl baby is about three weeks
old, so we suppose we had better say
' nothing of it.
Four carpenters are at work on the
Stuart land in section II, building
one new house and elabOrately repair
ing another. All this work on bache
lor quarters? Oh pshaw.
Luke Baker has disposed of his real
estate holdings in Washington state
| at p,ncf npntifvinu HnnraS iS nnu
inspecting the many golden Opportu-
Iowa.
One thousand pounds of extracted
! honey sold for the amazing low price
of cents per pound at the DR.. Shid-
eler sale. Say, that is little too
much of the sweet thing.
The slanderous report that S. S.
Berry compelled Mr.. Joe Kessling to
pay for a certain aid society supper
under circumstances that would have
made such an act Inconsistent with
the life of Christian professor has
been successfully proven to be "a ma
licious falsehood Matched in the brain
of some INSCRIPTIONS villain and
nursed into hydra-headed monster
in the hot beds of secret gossip. A
written refutation which completely
exonerates Mr.. Berry was gladly
signed by Mr.. Kessling, and is now in
the possession of Mr.. Berry. Those
who care to investigate this case may
have the privilege of reading the refu-
tatiOn by calling on Mr.. Berry.
On the night of October 4, in AL
| bany, New York, occurred the erup-
| tiOn in the linguistic world analogous
in many respects to the great Mt. Pc
| lee disaster of the mineral world. AL
| though from Hill of ordinary size,
the eruption assumed frightful pro-
portions and threatened to destroy
certain individuals and organizations
exposed to it's wrath. 1t vOmited
forth a stream of molten calumny and
binding showers of burning invective
upon the republican party and the
character of President Roosevelt but,
strange to say, these objects emerged
| from the storm more brilliant and
with their virtues more conspicuous
than before. Besmutted and detiled
by it's own vomit the Hill became
quiet about midnight, but has since
remained somewhat active. Pardon
us for so suddenly emerging from our
| figurative hiding to say that David
Bennett Hill will view with secret
pride the operations of the Panama
canal and review with secret shame
the speech he made in Albany, New
York on the night of Oct. 1, 1904.
The manner in which President ROOse
welt secured the right of way for the
Panama canal was the keeneSt stroke
OF craftsmanship the world has ever
seen. 1t was not made in behalf Of
America alone. 1t was made in be-
half of the human race and the ham
pered commerce of the world. His
one quick mastery blow will sever
the continents and break the CALLING
chains from the limbs of maritime
traffic. God will smile when The long
separated sister seas rush together,
kiss and lock arms in eternal union.
Progress was in a dilemma and
searching the world for a man with
moral courage enough to climb out of
the ruts of the times and dare the ca
lumny of the world by striking the OBJ
structions of a lingering barbarity
from her pathway. She found one.
He is an American. 1t is President
Roosevelt, whom we love, and whose
brief public career the world is now
applauding.
CRY FROM THE DARK.
God, | have wandered far from thee,
And now my way is dark and cold.
Oh whittier, Father, is thy fold?
Have mercy now and call to me.
Oh, do not let me perish here,
Alone upon the dreary waste.
Death is approaching, Father, haste.
Within me quell this awful fear.
AS from it's bursted chrysalis,
On hOssy wings the butterfly
Roams happy meath the summer sky
Oh let me fly to thee and bliss,
From this dark shore of sin and strife.
Wretched and homeless here | rove.
Oh, light thy beacon fire of love
And rescue this poor blighted life.
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