Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1904-12-08
GREELEY.
Silent rills mong snowless hills.

Friday.
Leu Anciaux is hauling corn to
VIM. Hensley.
A reviving revival is now in pro
gress at Bowman Chapel.
James Blake marketed two loads O.
hogs in Hamlin Thursday.
Chel Adair and Grant Kness made
flying trip to Audubon Tuesday.
Mrs. John Eagen contemplates a
holiday outing in sunny Oklahoma.
VIM. Rucker is hauling corn to the
Frank Duvall ranch at 30c per bushel
Willie Covault is now enjoying a
visit with relatives in Powesheik
county.
Chel Adair departed Monday for
Oskaloosa to spend few weeks
among relatives.
Mr.. and Mrs. Chas. Kirkwood, OF
North Branch, were guests in the S.
Berry home Sunday.
Miss Ray Baker, of North Branch,
was guest in the GOochey home part
of the week.
s. A. Heath, an ex-Greeleyite OF
note, now of Illinois is here shaking
hands with old friends.
Mesdames Oscar Miller and James
Eagen advantaged by the brisk poul-
try market at North Branch this week.
Will Wilson, the Ward medicine
agent was stretching his strings a
little this week along the county line.
Robert Twist accompanied by his
sister, Margie, and Miss Mae Carter,
of Melville, spent last Sunday even
ing pleasantly in the Geo. Mccall
home. Z
A big church fair under the auspices
of the Union Baptist ladies' aid So
ciety will take place in the Little Val
ley school house Friday evening,
December 9. VIM. Rucker, an eXper-
fenced sale crier, has been secured to
auctioneer away the following articles:
A number of quilts, among which is a
very beautiful friendship quilt. % yds
of fine rag carpet, handkerchiefs,
hose bags, work sacks, aprons, pin
cushions, chair cushions, head rests
and other articles too numerous to
itemize. Refreshments consisting of
hot coffee, oysters, crackers, cake and
buns will be served Immediately after
the sale. Say
Wind up your bidder and come out
And fling your fun and CASH about.
THE SALVATION ARMY GIRL.
The power to walk with Indifference
amid insults and scorn is worthy of
cnrr1inn+inrc Nat no w bn Onn los
it a direct object of his efforts
affectation. In him whose mind is
constantly occupied with duty it de-
velopes incidentally and divinely
shields him from the poisonous shafts
of those degraded beings who are con-
tinually endeavoring to wound fell
low mans feelings. We rarely meet
with person who has full possession
of this very desirable attribute; yet |
do remember one. 1t was frail little
salvation army girl who came in the
evening to play the guitar and sing
hymns on the street corners OF great
wicked city. Sometimes she would
pause near saloon, when her sweet
singing would attract the rutfians
from the bar. 1t was a strange spec
~tacle to see her thus surrounded.
Neither the vilest insult nor the most
burning scorn disturbed her song in
the least nor ruffled the heavenly
calmnesS of her fair face. noticed
one summer evening a gruff drunken
miner whose face was black with coal
dust shoulder his way through the
crowd and take somewhat unsteady
but very attentive attitude near the
singer who, with her face turned tow
ard the beautiful sunset sky, was sing
ing that beautiful song, "If you love
your mother, boys, Meet her in the
skies" Soon big tear drop began
to we'll up in the miners eye and eat
its way through the dust on his cheek.
His shaggy head slowly dropped I'M
til his quivering chin rested upon an
exposed part of his brawny breast.
He was sobbing like a child. His
nobler nature had come to the surface
and dethrOned the ruffian and was
sobbing like child. His nobler ma
ture had come to the surface, dethrOn-
ed the ruffian and was now weeping
over the ruins of virtue. He felt the
hand of a dear departed mother upon
his cheek and heard her kindly voice
Gliding him for not needing her ad-
vice.
An angel fitting bout the world
With her sweet voice to quell.
Within the burly ruffians breast.
The raging flames of hell.
THE OLD AND THE NEW.
Now DEFENDERS frosty prov
Through the sea of time doth pillow.
On her deck the old year stands,
Doting, sad, with folded hands.
On his final voyage he
| Scans the ocean anXiOusly
For the bark that bears the dear,
Rudy, happy faced New Year.
Low down against the wintry sky
Now a sail he does descry.
IT'S the great craft January,
On whose decks are making merry
New Years and his youthful train.
All, how sweet that low refrain,
Ripping from fair futures lips
AS the dimpled chin she tips
OF bright New Years standing by
With twinkle in his eye!
Poor old year, sad, pale and lone,
Yields the scepter and the throne.
When upon his view at last
Breaks the dim shores of the past.
Flecked with foam from Times wilC
sea,