Grand Rapids Herald-Review Newspaper, March 9, 1901, Page 6

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Compensation. “Yes,” said the author, “when I get started writing a novel I do lose con- siderable sleep over it.” “Qh! well,” exclaimed the critic, who ad a meat way of disguising a bitter of sarcasm under the sugar-coat- sf apparent flattery, “what’s your oss is your reader's gain."—Standard and Times. Ail goods are alike to PUTNAM FADELESS DY as they color all Sbers af one boiling. The Typo te Blame. Vistter angrily)—See here, sir! You ted me a political jobber in your pa- this morning. b m-—-Yes; but that was a mis- take. Ah! You admit that? Visitor rtainly. I wrote “robber” Philadelphia Press, the large cities It is the best and His Method. ¢ jokes of that humortst are poor Yes; he makes his jokes without ts, because so many people can’t woe the paints be makes.”—Chicago Record. r Wor froet-bite, chilblains, sore and lame jotnts, stiffness of muscles, try Wieeré OU. It won’t alsappoint you. Sele and Reel. ‘Whey were reading the old man’s will. “You are the sole heir,” said the at- ¢torney, addressiug the daughter. ‘The local wit chuckled and said: “I did,” spoke up Perry Rosette. “I «sed to call on his daughter.”—Chica- qo News. of 35 | | DEFECTIVE PAGE DOOOOOOODOODOOS™ 8 A Se 3 QODQOQOOOO A robin sings on the leafless spray, Hey, ho, winter will go! Sunlight shines on the desolate way, And under my feet I feel the beat Of the world’s heart that never is still, Neyer is still, Whatever may stay! DOWODOOOOS’ Life out of death, as day out of night, Hey, ho, winter will go! In the dark hedge shall glimmer a light, A delicate sheen Of budding green, : Then, silent, the dawn o’ summer breaks, As morning breaks, O'er valley and hight. The tide ebbs out, and the tide flows back; Hey Though h rack, It rains, and the blue Comgs laughing through; And cloud-like, winter goes from earth, Goes from the earth That flowers in his track. ho, winter will go! en be screened by stormy the Sing, robin, sing on your leafless spray, Hey, ho, winter will go! Sunlight and song shall shorten the way, And under my feet I feel the beat Of the world’s heart that never is still, Never is still. Whatever may stay. —A. St. John Adcock. in Far Succonotehie, BY DABNEY MARSHALL. (Copyright, 1901, by Daily Story Pub. Co.) To say that Succonotchie was as- tonished when the new school teach- er arrived expresses it too mildly. They couldn’t have been “no stonish- eder,” said Si Hardsock, if one of the amen elders had taken to being hon- est in a horse trade, or one of the populites had foresworn whiskers and whiskey, The Succonotchie boys and girls, young men and young maidens, were a rather uzgentie set, and the Succonotchie mothers, when the sa- cred persons of their offspring had been invaded by a hickory or their feelings hurt, were—wei, the less said of them the safer, Between them they made the life of the teachers so vivid and spicy that wita one exception they all resigned before the end of the term. The exception did not resign. He died at the end of the third week. Finally local talent ceased to apply, and the trustees were compelled to re- sort to a city educational bureau. It agreed to furnish upon the pay of its fee and one month’s salary, a suitable teacher, and sent one Frances Irving. Failing to observe that the “Frances” was spelled with an “e” and not with an “i” they rashly concluded they were to have a male instructor. Imagine their consternation when day's work without any trouble, and I | out of the hack stepped neither a man nor a woman, but a delicious and dain- ty combination of pink and white, just seventeen years of age, and pretty enough to have been picked for a beauty in Paradise. “The lawd can’t have made that gal outen the dust like the rest of us,” said Si; “but he must have took dog- wood blossom and sunshine and dew- drops and wild roses.” She teach? Impossible. And yet, as they had paid out the state’s money they must try her a month anyway. Monday morning found her duly en- throned upon the tezcher’s platform | and the schoolroom full of dazed pu- pils. At first out of sheer amazement the assembly kept quiet, and things went along smoothly. She mapped out lessons, divided the pupils off into classes, and now and tien interjected littie homilies about making the Suc- “Here, Miss Irving, whale the life out of him.” conotchie school the pride of the state. Her manner was so winning and appealing that it went straight to the hearts of the elder boys and girls. However, their curiosity soon palled, A little breeze of whispering fluttered through the room, but it was not long before it had swelled to a perfect tor- nado of talk? The teacher had not noticed the whispering, but could not pass over the tornado. In vain she rapped for order.. In vain she told them they could not learn this way, and were throwing away the best years of their iives. With this state- ment they radically disagreed. Who- ever heard of bullying a teacher calied “throwing away one’s life.” By and by the boys began to wad up paper and throw it at each other. The school divided into armies, Brit- ishers and Boers, and the wads flew thick as bullets at Modder river. Among the non-combatants was Hal Baker, a young fellow about twenty- one years old—heretofore a ring lead- er—the son of the richest man in the settlement and immensely popular with all classes. During the course of the fight he had gradually edged closer and closer to the teacher’s platform, and when a bullet aimed at the head of the “Lord Kitchener” had, owing to the expert dodging of that wily mili- hil ii yf tary genius, missed its aim and tm: | crossed the creek where that March pinged directly upon the teacher's forehead, he strode over to the marks- man, and in the twinkling of an eye lifted that young man squarely off his feet and dragged him to the platform, and blurted out: “Here, Miss Irving, whale the life out of him, and keep whaling till he temembers he is a gentleman.” Miss Irving reached a trifle viciously for the hickory, but dropped it, saying, “I can’t do it, Mr. Baker.” (Hal blushed at the Mister.) “He did not intend to strike me.” Then the storm of her tears broke, and she sobbed aloud, openly and audibly, where all the school could hear, An awful hush fell upon the room. Threats, resistance, blows they were prepared for and could parry, but tears—that was taking an unfair ad- vantage, Finally Hal said: “Look here, the next chap that bothers that girl will have me to reckon with.” The next day Hal's desk was near the teacher’s platform, and _ order, while not perfect, was miraculous con- sidering. A few boys were kept in during recess. At the close of school she proposed to keep in a few others, but Hal said to her: “No you don’t, you go home; you need rest.” Then he whispered, embarrasedly, “They won’t bother you tomorrow.” And they didn’t, and between Miss Irving and Hal things went along so smoothly and the children learned so rapidly, that Succonotchie speaks of it to this day. Under such circumstances teaching would to the average instructor have been past time, but it was. telling on Miss Irving. Her little hands had be- He clasped her to him, come pale and filmy. One Saturday Hal brought a pony over for Miss Irving to ride, saying she needed the exercise. She replied: “Why, Hal, I can’t ride.” “But you can learn,” he answered. “That’s what you tell me when I get tangled up in my algebra.” He led the pony at first, but finally throwing the reins over its neck, he mounted his own horse, and rode slow- ly by her side. He swung himself into the saddle with such grace, and looked so manly, that he attracted her admiration. Heretofore she had thought of him as kind. Now it oc- curred to her she had never seen a handsomer young man. ‘One Saturday when the March sun- shine was flinging through every in- terstice in the pine boughs little fluffy golden plumes of light, and the air was breathing balm, he took her fish- ing down on the Pinoshook. The girl was too busy with the flow- ers to do much fishing, and Hal—he was too busy watching her to do much more. And they could not keep from laughing and talking and being noisy and happy. They were both aston- ished that the noon came so soon and their string of fish was so small, and they were a little confused, too, when Hal’s mother commented on their non- success. A few days before the school was to close, Miss Irving received a letter from her mother telling her some rail- road stock which her father had owned had unexpectedly risen in value, and she would not be compelled to teach any more. A sudden joy flooded her heart at this prospect. Then she be- gan to think how pleasantly the time had passed in Succonotchie; how kind all the people had been, and was there ever such a young man as Hal? She had never seen a stronger and finer young man. Was it possible all these people were going to drift out of her life? Would she never see Hal any more? ! For some reason, she did not tell the people she was not coming back to Succonotchie, but Hal and the oth- ers knew of course she would go home on a long vacation. During the last few days of school his eyes actually dogged her, and they had such a long- ing appeal in them she hated worse than ever to think of not coming back. She wished he would not look at her so. She was a trifle afraid of him. She had never failed to do what- ever he had told her to do. True, he always used his power for her com- fort, but suppose he should ask some- thing for himself? What then? She wished the old railroad stocks, as far as she was concerned, had not risen in value. She ought to teach. A woman should do something in the world. She had» been told Hal had never studied, had never cared for anything, until she came to Succo- notchie. She knew since her coming he applied himself strenuously, and she felt with the proper teaching and encouragement he would make a great man. She had even dreamed of see- ing him governor. But without her would he apply himself? Hal drove her to the station at the close of the school. They passed over the road where they had often ridden. How pleasant those rides had been! Hal said nothing, but his eyes were eloquent with appeal. At last they morning they had gathered flowers, and fished, and dreamed. Had she ever been so happy? To stop the de- bate in her heart she said impulsively: “Hal, I am not coming back to Suc- conotchie to teach any more.” At first he was silent as if not com- prehending her, She saw his eyes dim, but suddenly they flashed up with the same light of determination that had gleamed from them the day he had dragged the boy to the plat- form. @ “Not coming back to Succonotchie? Well, you’ve got to come back. I want you, Miss Frances, for my teacher for the rest of my life!” Then with a boldness he never aft- erwards understood, he clasped her to him, kissed her, and said: “You need somedody to take care of you. You struggle for a living? I just can’t bear it. You’ve got to come back.” She was silent and breathless in his clasp. He did not know how fiercely he held her. He continued! “You've got to come. Won’t you come back?” “No, Hal, she said, “I won’t come back.” Then, as he unclasped her and turned a deadly white under his tan, she hung her head and _ whispered: “I won’t come back, but—but, Hal, you can bring me back, if you want to.” VANDAL ARMIES, What Soldiers of Civilization Did in the Chinese Empire. “The sacking of the imperial palac- es at Pekin,” writes a military writer in a Bavarian paper, “was thorough and complete. The walls, even when the Germans arrived, were nearly bare. There was hardly enough furniture left to fit out the dweiling of the staff. Only very heavy things, such as big looking glasses and screens were there. Beds and bedding had to be procured from elsewhere—not without difficulty. Cupboards, boxes, drawers were pulled open, broken and ransack- ed. Barbarian work. Bronze statues were thrown down to find the gold in the interior. Sometimes it was found, sometimes not. Very often, in ord:r to simplify the work, the statues were smashed. Objects too heavy to be car- ried away were broken and only the valuable parts were carried off. The Chinese are very fond of clocks and watches ingeniously constructed so az to make music. Some are heavily gild- ed, In the imperial summer palact were two big clocks (under glass) ix the apartments of the empress. The figures were on a big sun, whose rays were made of the best and heaviest gold. Sun and clocks are still there, but the golden rays were taken away. Near the lotos lake of the imperia] palace in Pekin stands a small house with a sort of belfry, with clocks of} various dimensions. They were struck by a hammer and produced a most harmonious concert. The big clocks are still there, but the smaller ones are all taken off. On the other shore of the lotos lake was the private mansion of the emperor, since the empress dow- ager kept him prisoned. The emper- or’s apartments consisted of three rooms—reception room, bedroom and library—full of costly books bound in the p ious yellow k, the privilege of the imperial family. The empe bed was here not a bench, as usual in China, but a real sleeping sofa, a couch covered with dark brown, heavy silk, which was torn off to the edge . of the couch. Everything pillaged! Chairs, tables, benches were made of a very hard,'valuable dark brown wood, adorned by wonderful carvings. They were broken, knocked about by hun- dreds. The work of barbarians! By which nation was it done? It is im possible now to say.” HOLES IN COINS. Three-Cent Pieces Will Have # Mark ot Indicate Their Value. The United States is about to begin the coinage of a 3-cent piece for use particularly in the west and southwest. It will be of nickel, about the size of a 5-cent piece, but in the center of it will be a hole about a quarter of an inch in diameter. This will enable one to distinguish it by the feel even in the dark. As is well known, only the gold coins are made on a basis of value equal to their denominations. The cent, for instance, is not worth, as metal, a fraction of that amount. The nickel is not either. All are stamped from blanks which the gov- ernment buys by contract. Silver coins were originally of the same value as.the metals, but silver has dropped so that a “cart wheel” dollar is only worth about 50 cents. Gold is worth cent for cent. With the beginning of the new year a new series of coinage began. All the old dies with 1900 on them were destroyed—that is, the face was. On New Year’s day more than 1,200 of the dies were made useless; the faces were ground off them with an emery wheel. Ever since then brand-new dies have been used. These old dies were from all the various mints and the work of destroying their faces and reworking new ones was done at the Philadelphia mint. A Portrait of Gen. Kitchener. He was tall, about six feet two or three; his figure ungainly, and his shoulders sloped; he siouched in his gait, as he walked in long, knee-bend- ing strides. He was a much older man than his pictures made him appear to be. His face~—it may have been the Egyptian sun—was brick red. It was full of little lines and his prominent steel-gray. eyes had a peculiar expres- sion; one of them—I have forgotten whether it was the left or the right— had a habit of roving by itself, while the other transfixed you with a cold and piercing glare. To a certain ex- tent the eyes are characteristic of the man, for Kitchener is known to be able to see things near by and things far off at the same time.—James Barnes in the World’s Work. 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