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Luxemburger gazette. [volume] (Dubuque, Iowa) 1871-1918, 1912-07-30

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Luxemburger gazette. [volume] (Dubuque, Iowa) 1871-1918, 1912-07-30

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Luxemburger gazette. [volume] (Dubuque, Iowa) 1871-1918, 1912-07-30

MQs er pieoerfebrte, lebnte 0itibo
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Luxemburger gazette. [volume] (Dubuque, Iowa) 1871-1918, 1912-07-30
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oorontlrt NIB pon ben beiten Sen9niIle''
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cine SpsSia!itat
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my life."
 Together the youth and his grand mother urged Ned to get into the buggy with them and to ride to their home, a farmhouse a mile farther down the road. AS they went along. Ned was obliged to tell the dear old lady all about himself, for she piled him with so many questions.
 Now, Master Ned. you are to have dinner with us,'' she said. And after that. my son, father of my Harry here, will take you to town and tell your parents that you are one of the finest and bravest boys in the world. And my son will do much more than that, too," she added, nodding her head emphatically.
 At the farmhouse Ned's face was covered with blushes. for. first, MT. Townsend had to have his say" to him, praising his noble act. Then Mrs. Townsend had to pat his head and call him "a darling boy who had saved her husbands dear old mothers life. And then in came Kathleen Townsend, Harry's fourteen year-old sister, who also blushed ripe red on seeing the noble young hero in their house. She was con fused, but awkwardly gave Ned her pretty little hand and said simply. Thank you so much, Mister Ned.' And her voice went straight to Ned's heart. And then the work hands came in for their dinner. and were introduced to Ned and were told of his bravery.
 "Samhilll You're a young'un to ketch a runnin' horses head an put the qui- on him!" said one of the "hands," grinning. You shore be a brave feller!"
 But with all his embarrassment at being made much of," Ned was sorry when the time came for him to depart, and he made many promises to come
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There ain't no fairies in this cellar only .cabbages, beets and potatoes. An say, what scare we hadi Nan nie looked everywhere for you. Della helped to search. Then they called to me. I helped 'em to hunt. You couldn't be found. We found you had put on your best Sunday things. I went to the road and found your tracks-goin' to the village. l fol- lowed you. When I got here l in quired an was told you had been seen runnin' round the Square. l went round and round, then I spied the open cellar. It flashed through my mind the fools yarn about the fairies I had told you. I came here on the jump an found you, fast asleep" s
 Peggy was dazed. Where's the potato-the one the fairy gave nle?'' she asked, looking round. Tt will turn into valentine"
 valentine is it, Peggy? You shall have one, sure. But come, we must get along quickly. Here's the good grocer-man who has been standin al the cellar door. laughin' at your fair ies. But it's me, the blitherin' idiot, he ought to laugh at. Come.
 And Peggy went with big Jim, but secretly slipped little potato into her pocket. and on reaching home put it under her pillow. On St. Valen- tines Day she examined 1t. but it. was still just little potato. But the Ru-
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NED'S VALENTINE STORY OF A BRAVE BOY

Va>A ED loved to be out of doors with MW nature. He enjoyed the fresh air, no matter how cold or how A A hot 1t might be. All seasons are lovely to me-" he would say when others were grumbling about the tenn perature being too low or too high. There is only one thing I long for he would add. Tt is a pony, I want one so much, for then l could ride all over the county and explore places I cannot go to on foot"
 Maybe some day you will be able to get a pony" said his fond mother, encouragingly. You will go to work during next vacation, and you shall save all your earnings. And your fla ther will help you to get the pony. as you know"
 Then kissing. his mother, Ned went out of the house and down the street. He wanted to walk and walk, for the day was a glorious one, full of the promise of early spring. Hardly any snow lay in shadowy places, and where the sun shone the earth was bare and palpitating.
 Guess I'll go to the country" Ned said to himself. And he turned his face in the direction of a long range of blue hills in the distance.
 T can hardly wait for the spring" he went on. Its a long way off, too. for this is the" Ned stopped sud- denly. Well. what a goose I am! Why, Valentines Day comes next week. And I haven't planned on a single thing for Mother. Last year did some odd jobs and earned enough to get pretty picture for her, one to hang between the two win dows in the living-room. l had prom ised myself to get her something even nicer for this Valentines Day. And here 1t Is almost upon me"
 So engrossed was Ned with his plans that he walked along the road without seeing anything around him. He pass ed two teamsters on the road without noticing them more than to nod a good morning. But suddenly his at tention was aroused by some sort of
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please num-" Then she hurried along faster than before.
 She entered the Town Square and walked round and round 1t, looking in vain for the entrance to the fairies cave. Soon she discovered in the dis tance a dark hole opening into some where. It was close behind a grocer's shop. Peggy ran across the square and went up to the hole. It looked like the entrance to their own cellar at home. But one could never tell about things pertaining to fairies. Doubtless this was the way into their cave beneath the Town Square. So Peggy descended. It proved to be a cellar full of vegetables, but Peggy said to herself: Maybe these pota- toes and cabbages and beets are fairies In disguise. I'll sit down and wait for one to come into its own shape"
 So down in a snug corner of the big dry, vegetable cellar sat Peggy, oh, so tired And she looked very hard at a huge cabbage head, saying in a whisper: Cabbage head, please turn into fairy and bring vme valen- rine."
 For several minutes nothing hap pened, and Peggy felt drowsy and tired, and had to bat and bat her eyes to keep them from going tight shut But then something happened to make her sit up very straight. The cabbage head to which she had spo- ken arose and grew into a lovely fairy, and came close to her.
 .eY1 r the cabbage head fairy gave into Peggy's hand a round potato.
 But this Is only a potato" said Peggy.
 ct will become valentine if you carry 1t home and hide it beneath | your pillow. This is not St. Valen- tines Day. Three days off will be that happy time. Take the potato home and put it beneath your pillow and l 1t will become a valentine.
 Then. as Peggy was about to ask some questions. the fairy melted into the cabbage head again. and lay among the other cabbages as though it had never been anything else.
 Wont they come and carry you away for the stew?" asked Peggy in a hoarses whisper. ct was the first time she had used the voice big Jim had told her to use. She had entirely forgotten itD
 But the cabbage never replied to her. Then she decided to rest a bit before starting home. Suddenly she was seized by both arms and Jim's voice was loud in her ears: Come, Peggy, child. What crazy thing have you done?"
 Peggy opened her eyes. She was lying in the corner of the cellar among the vegetables. huge cabbage-head- the one which had been the fairy close beside her. Peggy got up and rubbed her eyes. T got so tired and sleepy, Jim, that I decided to rest be- fore starting home. But" and she dropped to a whisper--"I found the fairies--here under the Town Square where you said they were" "The bigger fool me-" said Jim, skipping his thigh. T had no notion, Peggy, that you'd ever do anything so wild. was only makin' up story to amuse you. l told yarn, Peggy
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commotion behind him, and turning froze his blood. There, coming a It, tic way behind him, was a frightened horse, dragging a small top-buggy. In the buggy sat an aged woman, her face white with fear. few yards behind the runaway horse ran a youth about the same age as Ned. He was hatless and frightened, and was crying out with every breath, trying to stop the horse. The horses reins were flying wildly at his sides and the old occupant in the vehicle had no means of stopping him.
 Ned had little time for thought. He only knew that he stood in the very path of a runaway horse, and that either he must leap aside or be trampled under the frightened animals hoofs. But his own danger did not appeal to him as did the danger of the aged woman in the swaying buggy. Instantly Ned de- termined to risk his own life to save the woman. He jerked off his long overcoat and stood ready. He had only a moment to wait, for the horse came leaping forward at a great speed. Ned stepped to one side of the road and at the moment that the horse came abreast him, he threw his coat over the animals head. at the same instant seizing the bridle-bit. The horse lunged forward. dragging Ned for few paces and almost throw ing him to the ground. But with that brave tenacity which goes with determined youth, Ned hung onto the bridle- bit, and stopped the horse
 For moment the animal lunged about, then stopped as suddenly as though he had been turned to stone. Ned did not remove his coat from the horses head for several minutes, not till the animal had stopped his nervous quivering and stamping. In the meantime he stood beside the animal, still holding firmly to the bit and talking reassuringly in the poor frightened creature's ears. When
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again, and to spend the following Saturday with the Townsends.
 In spite of Ned's desire to walk home-a distance of three miles MT. Townsend would not listen to it. and had a horse-but not the one that had run away-hitched up to the buggy. and he and Harry drove Ned home. Arriving there, and be- ing introduced to Mrs. Danley, Ned S mother, MT. Townsend asked Ned and Harry to withdraw, saying that he wished to speak with Mrs. Danley alone. And after MT. Townsend and Harry had departed, Mrs. Danley kept smiling and smiling. "Oh, dear, you are so noble and brave" she would say to Ned.
 Now, mother, dear. don't get il into your head that I did a thing more than any boy would do-if he had grain of nerve" Ned said. q know how you feel, mother, and l know how dad will feel about it; but l feel that 1 have done nothing un- usual. The Townsends made toe much of me, mother. They embar- rassed me-
 But, being left alone, Ned said to himself: Pretty Kathleen Townsend! It repaid me for risking my neck just to get to hold her hand and have her look into my eyes and say a few words to me. She's my valen- tine-even though she dosen't know It."
 On Valentines Day, Ned's mother came to call him from some work he was intent upon in his room. Here's a surprise for you, son." she said 'It says, "A valentine to Ned Dan- ley from Kathleen and Harry Town send in gratitude for the rare ser vice he rendered their grandmother '
 On hearing the names, Kathleen and Harry, Ned ran down stairs two steps at a time, and his mother point. ed him to the gate. He ran out and found standing there beautiful rid. ing horse, saddled and bridIed, and hanging from the saddle horn was g large card, on which Ned read the words his mother had quoted wher calling up the stairs to him.
 How did they-the Townsends- know that I wanted a horse? ?' he asked his mother. his heart beating high.
 Mir. Townsend declared he wa! going to make you a valuable gif in appreciation of the services yol had rendered them" informed Mrs l Danley, and when I refused to heal | of such a thing-he said: Then tel me some small wish of your sons. And I said right out, before I thought He wants a pony"
 But this is not a pony" laughed Ned. Its one of the finest riding mares I ever saw. Isn't she a beauty mother? And she's my valentine And mother. if you don't mind, shall name her for one of the donors -I shall call my new valentine Pretty
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deep tones like a cracked belD: Come out you fairies and fetch to me a valentine! And out of the ground will pop a fairy
 Then Jim laughed over the story he had told his little friend, and went on to his work. But Peggy remained in the big yard thinking. She would go xo the village and find the fairies. Her mother had gone to neighbours that morning to see a sick child, and would not return before late afternoon. Her father had gone to a railroad ship ping point with lot of sheep and would not return till late in the even ing. Peggy felt that in her parents absence she had to ask no ones con- sent to go away if she chose. True, her mother had placed her in Nan nie's care, saying to the dairy maid: Don't let Peggy stay out of doors too long at time. She might take cold" But she had not said: DO not let Peggy leave the farm" Noth- ing had ever been said about her go- ing away
 Peggy ran into the kitchen and found Mamie and the second maid young Delia-fixing turkey for din- ner. Della said: "Heigh-ho! we'll not have dinner till half-past two to- day for Mrs. Davis (Peggy's mother) will not be home till then. And MT. Davis won't come till dark. So we must save his favorite parts of the fowl for his supper
 "Yes, we'll have some time to our selves," replied Mamie. "I shall fix some new ribbon bows on my Sunday frock. Will you come help me-after we've dressed the bird ?"
 "Yes, and you may help me to trim my hat" replied Della. And neither paid the least attention to Peggy, who ran into her parents room, where her little bed stood in one corner. and got her Sunday cloak and mittens and hood. It was a mild, sunny Febru- ary day, scarcely trace of winter in the air. Still. Peggy would want to be well wrapped against a possible cold
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Putting on her things. Peggy went out at the front door without a soul seeing her. Down the lane to the big road she hurried, and then turned to- wards the village, which was hidden by the hills. Peggy had gone to town many times in the farm wagon, sit ting on the spring-seat between her parents. and holding the horses lines sometimes, playing at doing the driv- ing. So she knew the way-straight ahead on the big dusty road. As soon as she should reach the top of the hill she would look down upon the village.
 Peggy soon began to feel weak ir the ankles and knees. She had walk. ed two miles without stopping, and was feeling fatigued from it. But the village was so near at hand that shs decided she would not stop to rest un. ltil reaching the Town Square. She wanted to hurry home so as to bs there before dinner-and before hel mother should return, for otherwise there would be anxiety felt over hel disappearance. She knew that Nan nie and Della would not miss her.
 When Peggy turned into the mair street of the town she saw many per sons looking at her inquiringly. Ont old woman, standing in her cottage door, called out to her: Well. lit tie one, whose child may you be?' Peggy felt abashed. and replied in { low voice: I'm Rebecca Davis
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String and Weight Trick

YIN amusing and performed
 Sa# parlor trick for boys is the string h and-weight trick. It is perform ed in this manneri
 The young magician takes long, stout string. To each end he ties a weight-two ordinary laundry flat irons will answer admirably. He then hangs the string over a support-a cane laid across the backs of two chairs will do-and with his pen knife in hand. invites some one to cut the string without letting either weight fall. Of course, he may offer large reward to the person who can do so. No one present will attempt to cut the heavily weighted and suspended string-which must be evenly balanced over the rod-and the magician must give & demonstra- ton of how the trick can really be done. Without removing the string, he rests one weight on his knee and the other end is taken into his hands and a knot tied securely in that end Just above the weight The knot must hold a long loop. Then the magician passes his blade through the loop, cutting the string in two. The knot holds the string firmly together and neither of the weights-which are now allowed to hang as before can fall. An accompanying illustra- ton gives the correct way of tying the knot.
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Kathleen"
 "Ah, now, I understand why yor always blush when I speak of Pretty Kathleen Towsend, whom I saw al our church fair last winter" And Mrs. Danley laughed merrily ovel Ned's apparent confusion at being caught"
 And, mother, must show you thu valentine I have for you.' said Ned And he ran upstairs, appearing agaiI very soon. In his arms he carried { long box. Opening the box, Mrs Danley found a set of silver knive! and forks and spoons.
 "oh, son. how did you manage it?' she asked.
 I've engaged to work for Smith the jeweler. on Saturdays till the sil yer is paid for he said, his fac, radiant with happiness.
 And we both got the valentine! we most wished for" said Mrs. Dan ley. And both were made possibl, through the dearest and bravest bo, on top the earth. I hope Kathleer Townsend knows just how fine vol are, darling"
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If the above pictured words ar, rightly guessed and written one below another in the correct order, their ini tials will spell something we expcrl ence during winter.
 ANSWERS TO LAST WEEKS
 PUZZLES.
 AUTHOR ENIGMA:-1. Sterne. Lamb. 3. Longfelloto.
 CROSS-NAME PUZZLE: E:-Gertrude Words containing name, l. Gear. Feud 3. Adrd. 4. Ertt
 ZIGZAG PUZZLE: Hdruest, Cross tcords, 1. Hare. 2. Mask. B. Bore 4. Sldv. 5. Sled. 6. Asks. 2. Tune.