Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1906-04-07

ures proved in lovely Stockholm, with
anticipation for the joys of a town I'M
tried, with a solid nights ride across
country, we three emerged from the
sleeper, wide awake to the interest
and novelty of Norway's capital, re-
nowned for it's busy shipping port,
and it's fair harbor of long arms and
deep dents, which lend a beauty I'M
rivaled amid the glories of this earth
The Crown Prince paid us a visit,
and for miles away the country flock
ed to the city. Peasant and farmer
ratified in, till sidewalk and curb
were packed with surging humanity
Flags f1oated from palace and cot
tage; the booming of cannon, the rat
tie of hoofs, and the advance of the
royal guard proclaimed the noble en-
try. The ladies held a charity ba-
Zaar, in his honor, and radiant signs
flashed out their greeting. The great
structure never had more than push
ing room, for the crowds which
swept, on to this interesting center
Norway's fairest- girls, arrayed in ma
tiona1 emblems, allured the buyer to
their dainty booths, which famed In
colors gay. Stalls outside satisfied
the coarser taste for fries, for yards
of sausage and schoQners of beer
Within, the buyer could choose from
a list that included an iced cake or
a cart wheel. Many of the heavier
goods took their chances, being loan
ed as advertisements by the city
merchants. And a mint of money
was made in lotteries. This was the
Norwegian magnet. 1t riveted the
Matron till she was dragged away,
with purse depleted. Kroner after
kroner she passed over to the beguil-
ing maid, who encouraged her weak
ness, as she took just one more
chance deep down in the well-filled
churn, or in the revolving wash ma
chine, to draw up only a blank,
where one in scores might find
magic number.
Town Rich in Relics.
The town was rich in relics, and
the Matron browsed in odd corners
and fished up twisted candlesticks
of brass. and wooden fiatirons three
feet long, guided by a crank, which
must have slid over the table like
snowshoe, while its deep carving of
heroic scenes was imprinted in the
clothing. Pewter plates depicted
glories never before dreamed, and
the Matron will go mourning to the
grave, for a certain grand platter,
carved in luxury, and stabbed with
the date 1854, which grinned at her
behind closed glass just before train
time. All Christiania has an idle
way of locking it's doors and going
home to dinner between and f. The
city is practically dead No power
on earth could uproot a proprietor.
At this trying hour she spied the
grinning figures which exulted with
sardonic joy in their antiquity. How
she beat and clamored at the case
ment, How she longed to smash the
glass window. How she sees today,
will always see, that battered pewter,
with its giddy scenes, and staggering
figures on the margin, 1884.
Wondrous Viking Ship.
But if ones soul is lost to such a
bauble, what sentiments must over
whelm the beholder as he stands be-
fore that wondrous viking ship whose
history runs back 1000 years, whose
ribs and thwarts and rudder defied
the lapse of ages, as they lay wrapped
/ for centuries in their mantle of blue
clay! Now exhumed, the ragged
edges read us ancient history. The