Grand Rapids Herald-Review Newspaper, January 1, 1898, Page 3

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4 Sn MINNESOTA ITEMS. Interesting Happenings in the North Star State. A creamery is to be builf at Cotton- wood. tev, 4 A. Oster has been appointed Spiritual director of St. Paul's semin- y, at St. Paul. 3 Harvey Richard, an old settler **\ Anoka, was found dead in her bed. e was 93 years old. Halvor T. Halverson was commis- oned postmaster at Lake Johnson, si M : surance companies bave ad- justed the loss of J. L. Huff's dry goods stock at W and he has received $5,000 in settlement. A cracker factory is being projected et Albert Lea, with a capital of $30,000 fo take the place of the one recently losed by the trust. rs. Pa‘ ‘ck Galagan died at her at Le sueur Center of phneumon- ge of sixty years. Her hus- 2s her. band suryi Guurd Shortail, of the state prison, was made the victim of an unprovoked tssault by Ed. Sutton, a third-termer a the prison. Shortail was not serious- viv ured. William MecCourtney who, in com- with young Walter pany two 1 ed at taken to Little Fa Officer’ Herow Peterson & Co. burned. Stoc was arres nville, and for trial. of Little Falls made large store ‘at Barmuin and building are a $1,000 on build- Loss about Mrs. John Wandeat was in Montgo- mery, and on going home lay down on the bed, and died in a few minutes. She was 75 years old, and four years igo married John Wandeat, aged 86. Chief of Police Holbeck of Moorhead, has burned a quantity of gambling ap- puraius seized some time ago. The ch took the tables, roulette wheels, t with them. of the city jail, and nult a fire with them. Herman H. Liemke, of S has been canvassing M points, that he has contracts suf- ficient ive the placing of a line of steamboats on the river next year be tween St. Louis and St. Paul. State Auditor Dunn has ordered the arrest of the trespas Ss upon the asy- lum site at Anoka, and the list will include some very prominent Anokans. heir offense consists in cutting of of wood. »pi_ river two arrests for robbery. Joseph Skibs rrested for robbing the proprietor » City hotel of $125 and Jos Wil- fams, hobo, was arre i Chhe confectionery store of Peter fiel rinack Bros. & McGrew of Chat- he ned to George Andrus the benefit of creditors. The ass sisting of a stock of groce tions and accounts, are about pbilities, $7,500. yLoren R. Davis, a residept of Lac qui county for the past twenty-five . died at his home i nthe town of nline-at the age 81 years. He had rved this county as auditor, school superintendent and attorney, and was ling Mason. Fire was discovered in P. gens’ general store at Ma and but for the new greater part of the business section would have been destroyed. The flour and storage warehouse with contents e consumed. Dr. L. G. Beebe, the new postmaster, Winnebago City. has rented addi- tional floor space, torn out of the old fixtures and replaced them by new one of the latest patterns. The number of sull and lock boxes has been about doubled. Paul Golla, J. Heg- young man = about , living about half a mile south of Montr .» While out hunting, was seriously if not fatally shot in the abdomen by the accidental dischars shot gun which he was in the act of loading. Owen Slavin has been acquitted for the crime of murder in the Sibley unty court. Slavin fatally shot Johu Sweeny last June, in a Green Isle joon and v indicted on a charge of manslaughter in the first degree. vin had previously borne a good char- acter. The schedules of assets and liabilities of the Mankato Knitting Mills, recently have just been filed. The assets foot up to $ The liabili- The National Park New York is the heaviest cre- claims amounting to $38,500. anite Falls bank is a $5,000 cre- Sla- ditor, i The ¢ . Salter, D. D., for many sident of Duluth, died after a prolonged illness. He was prominent } it. benevolent works, having started Bethels t have done great work, and lie has been aptly termed the “Grand Old Man” of Duluth. Death resulted from a general breakup of the system, resulting from misfortunes and poor health, and it has been expected for some time. The fine large octagonal stock barn of } Mrs. Laura A. Carter, living one mile west of Austin, was burned with its contents. Two hundred tons of hay, 500 bushels of oats, twenty-five head throughbred cattle and a large lot of nery and other stuff were lost. 6,000 . Insurance on building, $1,000 in the Austin Farmers’ Mutual. ‘Lhe cause of the fire is unknown. A quarter of a century ago a farmer named August Hesker mysteriously disappeared from his home in Duelem, and his continued absence finally re- payed in a suspicion that a certain gerson knew something about his dis- appearance. In fact, it was thought that Hesker had been murdered. Dut- ing a recent visit of C. A. Hunck to St. >aul, he learned that Hesker was an inmate of the Ramsey county poor hous ‘vimoth Carroll, son of Matthew Car- roll of Kilkenny township, was return- ing to his home from Kilkenny village, when he was thrown from his wagon, containing a load of feed on which he was riding with his, brother, and in- stantly killed. The accident occurred at the approach to the Cannon river bridge, and was caused by the vehicle slewing on the icy road. . Carroll’s nerk was broken by the fall. He was twenty-seven years oid and unmarried, - Louis who | es FARMER SHOT TO DEATH. Peter Mertes Died by His Own Hand or That of His Wife. Park Rapids, Minn., Dec. 24.—Peter Mertes, a farmer living near here, was found dead in his house. His bedy was lying on a pile of wood near a stove in which a fire was burn- ing. A gun was at his feet. His wife ran to a neighbor's saying the house was on fire, and on arrival there they found the door locked and broke it in. Mertes either shot himself or was shot by his wife. The sheriff and cor- oner have gone to the scene. Cannot Subdue the Fire. Houghton, Mich., Dec. 24.—The fire at the Dollar Bay coal docks has got- ten entirely beyond control, and it is with great difficulty that coal is being removed at the rate of 1,200 tons daily. The buildings have been partially un- roofed to give firemen a chance for air, but the men are frequently overcome and are,laboring at a terrible disad- vantage. About 25,000 tons of soft coal remain in the buildings, much of which is burning. Millions of gallons of water have been poured into the blazing piles, but apparently without the slightest effect. Gas from the fire is smelled ten and fifteen miles dis- tant. Fine’s Terrible Death. Billings, Mont., of John F. Fine v discovered under the floor of his store, burned Sunday. It was thought at the time of the fire that he was out of town. The body was lying face downward about thirty feet from a hole burned in the floor, He had evidently fallen asleep by the atove and been awakened by the fire, and, attempting to retreat from the building, the floor, weakened by fire, caved in, precipitating him and the stove and a quantity of woolen goods to the ground, four feet below. Tw. Men Killed. Wadena, Minn., Dec. 24. — Matthew Mueller and Jacob Evertz, farmers liv- ing three miles east of Wadena, were killed Tuesday afternoon while moy- ing an old school building. District, No. 13, in which they lived, built a school house this fall and they were removing the old building off the achool grounds. To reach the road they were compelled to go through a snow bank, where they were caught and pulled under the building. Both men leave large families. New Prison at Green Bay. Madison, Wis., Dee. 24. — Architect Charles Clas has submitted plans of the new intermediary prison at Green Bay to the governor and board of con- trol, who approved them. The work of construction will begin early in the spring and the main building will be 6 feet. It will be fire proof, of and granite. The cells will be much the same as those in the Wau- pun prison, but with modern improve- ments. Heart Failure. Grand Rapids, Wis., Dec. 24—George R. Gardner, one of the most promi- nent attorneys of the state, and a member of the law firm of Gardner & Gaynor, died of heart failure. He was leading counsel for the state in the Lord and Emery murder trial at Wausau, where he completed his ad- dress to the jury on Saturday last just previous to returning to his home in this city. Determined to Fight. Sioux City, Iowa, Dec. 24.—The ex- ecutive committee of the Grain Ship- pers’ Association of Northwestern Iowa has established the falsity of the rumors, concerning the prospective dis- missal of the grain rate extortion cases at a meeting here by laying plans for hing actions. Suits aggregating 0,000 have been dismissed. Those stil remaining amount to over $1,000,- 00. Weather Bulletin, The lowest temperature at the dif- ferent stations for the past twenty- four hours was as follow St. Paul.... .. Winnipeg.... « Helena. Chicago. New York * Below zero. Big Farm Broken Up. Berson, Minn., Dec. 24.—The large Grandview farm, two miles south of town, formerly managed by Col. Lig- gett, of the experimental school, has been sold to Edenborn & Geneser of Des Moines, who will sell part of it in smaller farms, keeping only the sec- tion upon which the buildings stand. Better Than Bullets. Sioux City, lowa, Dee. 24.—The po- litical control of the Sixth ward was the stake for which John Holdenried and Joe Patten recently played a game et seven-up. Both men aspired to rep- resent their ward in the city council. Holdenried won by a score of 10 to 5. Piggott Succeeds Buck. Helena, Mont., Dec. 24.—Goy. Smith, immediately upon his return from the Kast, announced the appointment of William T. Piggott of Great Falls to the place upon the supreme bench made vacant by the death of the late Associate Justice Horace Buck. Murderers Lynched. Spokane, Wash., Dec. 24.—It is ru- mored here, despite press dispatches to the contrary, that the two alleged mur- derers of Orville Hayward were, on Saturday, lynched, but for obvious reasons the citizens are very desirous of keeping the matter quiet. Suicide at Osage. Osage, Iowa, Dec. 24.—Mrs. George Lewis committed suicide by blowing her brains out with a shotgun. No motive is known for the rash act. She leayes a little daughter and a husband. Mrs. Lewis tried once before to end her life by taking poison. Successful Institute Closed. Black River Falls, Wis., Dec. 24— The farmers’ state institute closed at Taylor and it was one of the most largely attended of any ever held in this county. A. A. Arnold was con- ductor. A Fresh Start. La Crosse, Wis., Dec. 24.—The Whee! and Seeder Manufacturing company has reorganized as the Fountain City Drill company with a capital of $100,- 000. E. B, Edwards is the principal ower. HE people of St. Luis park that New Year's eve looking to the east saw under the tow- ering white crests of the Sierra Blan- ca a high smoke pillar rising with y the sky, and it Z brought joy to PY fo their hearts, for it aslurea them now, as it did after every, great storm, that Sim Belden was still alive, still able to grub under the foot of the ever- threatening avalanches for the fortune he had left the world to win. Sim Belden was a tall, handsome giant of 30, who had come from no one knew where. The few who knew him thought he was unsocial, and those with whom he traded at Garland be- lieved that he had hit upon a rich find under the snow line, and that he would make it hot for the man who tried to be his neighbor. Sim Belden had been mining alone in the Sierra Blanca, but during the past twelve months he had a compan- ion, a young Ute lad named Pedro, whom he had found dying and aban- doned over on the headwaters of the Del Norte. es When Sim Belden, without any pro- cess of law, became Pedro’s guardian, that youth’s knowledge of English was confined to the one word, “damn.” His acquaintance with Spanish was a lit- tle more extensive. He knew that buenos dias meant “good day;” sabe, “understand;” si, senor,»‘‘yes, sir,” and dinero, “money.” But there is a lan- guage of signs which all understand. Sim had just come up from Garland burdened with a great pack of eata- bles, and a proportionate amount of drinkables, for the traditions of his youth led him to believe that both were essential to a popular observance of the season. This evening in the cabin, after sup- per, Sim Belden was unusually talka- tive, and, forgetting or ignoring that Pedro’s comprehension of English was limited, he rattled on like one think- ing aloud and wishing for no comment on what he said. “It’s been no end of a fine day, Pe- dro—just like the New Year eves we used to have back in the Alleghanies when I was a boy like you. But to- night we'll pay for it, and I’m much afraid tomorrow will be a regular old, howling New Year’s day.” Seeing that the white man hesitated Pedro looked wonderingly up and said, “Si, senor.” Sim Belden lit his pipe and throwing himself on a cinnamon bearskin-before the fire, looked at Pedro for a few minutes and then went on, “Of course, Pedro, you wasn’t ever in love?” Pedro said, “Si, senor,” and scratched his head like one perplexed. “No, Pedro, you don’t savey, and I hope you never will. If you should ever be took that way, commit suicide unless you’re dead sure, But, then, no one is ever dead sure of a woman, or of a man either, for the matter of that. “Now, Pedro, I ain’t in the habit of giving myself away. I’m one of the kind that keeps his trouble to him- self, but there’s something ’bout New Year’s that makes one confidential like.” “Si, senor,” said Pedro, as he ex- tended his lithe form toward the warm- ing fire. Sim Belden turned over on his breast, and resting his bearded chin on his upturned palms, looked at the dancing flames and continued: “There was never a man loved his brother as I loved my brother Jack. Two years younger’n me, and hand- some as a picture—no wonder Alice Thorpe shock me for him. But it wasn’t fair. That’s why I kicked. When our raft went to pieces cn- the Susquehanna years and years ago, it was Jack that, not caring for himself, dove under the logs and fished me out. But often and often, as I’ve sat by this fire as I’m doing now, I wished he'd have let me drown. It’s no use tc save a life and curse it: “Jack was always wild, and when father died and left all the property to me except $5 for him, I put my arm about him and said: ‘Never mind, Jack. I'll divvy fair. So long as I’ve got a dollar 50 cents of it is yours.’ Then he kissed me like when we were boys, and there were tears on my cheek that did not come from my eyes.” The giant’s voice became hoarse, and while he was clearing his throat Pe- dro gave utterance to his first English word, “Damn!” “Yes, Pedro, that’s just how I often feel. You see I can’t blame him for falling in love with her, for heaven never made a prettier woman; but it was the deceit on both sides. You un- derstand?” “Si, senor.” “Curious enough, it was just three years ago this very New Year's eve when I discovered them in the hail of her house talking in loving whispers and with his arm about her. My God! I felt like striking the two dead, but I bit my lip till the blood came; then I galloped back home, where my aunt was the housekeeper, for mother was WHITE MAN!” “WHITE MAN! dead. I said nothing to her, but I wrote two notes—one to Jack, leaving him all the property, and the other to Alice Thorpe, telling her I’d discov- ered she was false and asking her to marry my brother. Then I started for the west, and the life before me was gloomy as the canon depths on a cloudy midnight. “At first I felt like changing my name; but, as I’d never brought dis- grace on it, I let it stand. What mat- ters a name to a man, who’s left the world behind forever? “There’s the story, Pedro. That’s why I’m here, and you're the first and the last human being that’ll ever hear of it from my lips. Savey?” fs “Si, senor,” said Pedro, without the slightest comprehension of the secret that had been confided to him. Sim Belden was about to speak again, but he changed from his pur- pose by a rush, a roar, and a crash that filled the air and shook the earth as if the mountain was tumbling into St. Luis park. “A snowslide! Thank God there’s no one on the trail between here and Garland tonight!” Sim Belden sat up and looked at the Indian’ boy, whose lean face and black eyes were filled with an expression of intent anxiety. “What is it, Pedro? What do you hear, man? Speak out!” For reply Pedro bounded to his feet, and pointing in the direction of the traii he shouted: “White man! White man!” In an instant Sim had the door open. The whirling snow clouds limited his “A HAPPY NEW YEAR, DEAR SIM!” vision to the path of light before the open door, but above the roaring of the storm he heard the cry: “Help! For God’s sake, help!” “Stay here and keep the door open!” That is what Sim Belden shouted as he buttoned up his fur ccat and leaped down the snow-piled trail. Pedro had no conception of the or- dinary measure of time, but it seemed to him that at least a day had passed since the white man had disappeared. At length his heart was gladdened as he saw him breasting through the snow and bearing arfother white man in his arms. Sim Belden staggered into the cabin, and laid his burden on the fur covered floor, and the instant he saw the face of the unconscious man he dropped on his knees, took the head in his arms and cried out as he kissed the face so like his own. “Jack! Jack! O God, it’s Jack! Do you hear me? Lookup! Here's Sim! Here’s Sim, asking you on his knees to forgive him!” Sim and Pedro stripped off the wet clothes, rubbed the white form till the glow of life came back, and placed him in a bunk and wrapped him in furs. By the time asteam punch was ready Jack Belden rubbed his eyes and looked about him. Then from the bunk two white arms were extended, and he sobbed: “After years of seeking I’ve found you, Sim!” There is nothing more sacred than the tears of honest, strong men. Pedro looked on in wonder, and, though he could not understand what was said, he realized that one had come who was nearer to his guardian’s heart than himself, but he felt no pangs of jealousy. After a time Jack Belden felt strong enough to sit up. He looked at his watch, and seeing that it was after midnight, he reached out his hand to his brother and said: “A happy New Year, dear Sim!” And still holding his brother’s hand, Jack told the story of his three years’ search and how only that afternuon he had L Tearmed at Garland of Sim’s hiding | But there was, more to teil. When | Sim discovered him with Alice Thorpe, | just three years before this, he was | telling the girl that he had become engaged to her cousin Ethel, and was begging her to plead his case with the father and mother of his betrothed. “Since the day you left, Sim, I’ve been a changed man, and a drop of liquor hasn’t passed my lips. But it is not of myself, but of Alice I would speak. She was ever true to you, and though she thinks you dead,she is still true to your memory, and tonight by the fire in the old home, where she gave you her love, she is weeping for a dead one who thought her false.” The storm continued the next day, but in all that wild land no cabin held two happier hearts than those of the brothers reunited under the eaves cf the avalanche far up the Sierra Blan- ca, Shortly after this Sim Belden sold out his claim and accompanied his brother to the east. They took Pe- dro with them and sent him to the In- dian school at Carlisle, where he be- came a teacher. Every new year he visits his guar- dian and his wife, and the children of both brothers love him. His knowl- edge of English is perfect, and he ful- ly comprehends the story told him by Sim Belden in the mountain shack that New Year's eve. THE VESTAL AT THE GATE. When today with vestal grace She stood before your dwelling place, Did you take her by the hand, Bid her welcome to the land, With the cordial love and greeting That we owe a friend at meeting? Fair and sweet to look upon Was this lily maid at dawn, With her dark locks flowing down, And her saffron hood and gown Set about with starry border, Symbol of her priestly order. And we owe to her, I hold, Whether she be kind or cold, Whether she being rue or myrrh When we lift our gates to her, Well and duly to receive her, Lest our sad complaining grieve her. What she brings us, heaven sent, Take your gift and be content, Though it be not what you sought, And your prayers seem set at naught, He knows best, who ruled the giving, What we need for holy living. Do not vex her with dismay At the pangs of yesterday, Nor disturb her heart in vain With the hint of coming pain; For a fell, impending sorrow Ma; be God’s best gift tomorrow. —Ola Moore. ETHEL’S NEW YEAR’S CALLER. All day long Ethel wished and wish- e® that she was a grown-up lady like Sister Grace, so that she could have a New Year's caller. But the long, bright day went by and not a single call did she have After supper she went slowly up into the parlor and looked discontentedly out of the window. Right under the gaslight she saw a glossy black cat. He took up first one paw and then the other out of the flaky snow and looked this way and that before starting on his journey once more. Then he ran along the sidewalk in front of Ethel’s home and jumped quickly up the steps. “It’s my caller!” exclaimed Etheh breathlessly. “It truly is!” She opened the door and in walked pussy, over the fur rug, into the par* lor and sat down in front of the fire In a second Ethel was beside him. hugging and petting him. Pussy seemed to like it and curled himself up contentedly in Ethel’s lap He purred very loud for a few minuted and then went to sleep. “It’s my New Year's caller!” ex- plained Ethel. “He came his own self, mamma, and I’m going to keep him forever!” Pussy has never made any objection to that plan and so Ethel still has her caller, and she says her New Year's “IT’S MY GALLER!” ETHEL. call was the very best one, for it has lasted nearly a whole year. MARJORY DEANE, EXCLAIMED In the Holidays. *Tis chilly when returns come in, And you have done your part, To find that the majority Gave you the marble heart. ’Tis chilly when you woo a girl To have a rival win, And get invited finally To see her marry him. But, ah, the coldest thing of all In this chill month, no doubt, Is to be told at 5 a. m. “The fires are all out!” |

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