PRESS,
VOLUME XXL
FRANKLIN. N. 0.. WEDNESDAY. DECEMBER .26, 190G.
NUMBER 52.
THE. FRAI
MKLIN
" THL CHRISTMAS THEt
"... '...v'. (AilonDINC TO TOW
The trees in our orchard ond dvM hu the ll
: n jummcr rime on uy our udcr ond jell.
The nppifj end peooVj. the quintet ond pcnrj,
The plims ' PI(H lm mil ndo) P V ""V
All erov) in the Summer, ind oh1 ifj a trcfll
,.r. ir. i. -11 a.. J-...I trt (iit
But none of summer
l ClKr fhr Which fc MtK
' in fruit ef If slimmer ij jLoort in its ptnte
With Oone-ninisy fee unit vJilh run on your fe ;
ll'S hoc ro (limb lip Uhcre the robinj hoOe nundj
A mtf yrlloiJ Apple, oil rorllnW and round.
And take it iOny from the rohbtr y bold
While he nndhis mate fly flmunrl yoii ond JfoM.
It'S fun ot the rime, hut it noVcr-cmild be .,
Aj hifc nj the fun of thf Chnstmnj tree ,
The rhnitmos rwe ft ln " "'Xtf1'- "" n'flr
Ihino' lorj nnci lorj nicer niuniijm 5 -nm .mj-.
IV teen on irj bronrhe fnll-hnijicj onel drum
Andstconvcnrj one! jnldierj ond hijtjujnr.nlum),
lV oothererl new rmlicnj ond pirlurf.books.ro8,
RihM off from the henrovfrr tw Whore they fcreU
Arte) candles prcW lighted there, jo yoii con Tee
Tore ftnyliKt the 'hinDJ on the Christmas Irrrl
(omrtiiiir) in the ponor, ymcrtrof in the Ml,
Sometimes in thf dintnp-rnom- best ploer of oil
The Christmas treerovj Uifh if$ vJondcrful fruit,
And sometimes U bo fl pine box for A roof'
The funny thino 15 (hot I oftentimes find
Riohf ther? ahorjor vJeeky I hnd heirl on my mind,
And nlvtoys. ohChmtmat, who Wonts fo je me
Hod bettor Inoh uneVr ihf Chnsfmnj tret
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VBSIT OP ANGELS ;
CHRIST'S BERTH 1
t 1 WRITTEN BY REV. VV. M. WEEKS, I I I ;l
s t z s Chaplain of City Hospital, N. Y. t I t I '
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Oat) bright niuiuing u group of
angels, white and faii, were ecuteJ
beneath r. spacious tr 1 plannii.g now
tbey should spend the day. They
nuggested a great mauy things and
finally decided to visit our work.
What shall we do when we get there?
it was asked. Look for angels, was
the reply. What could je more de
lightful than looking for angels! Bo
they started on their long journey. It
was a very long one, because there
were so irany jther worlds to ass,
but they flew along aB Quickly as hey
could.
. While Hying along they talked
bout thetr prospective visit, wonder
ing it there were any angels there;
were they large or small; could they
Blng; what color wings had tl-ey;
were tbey ille and large like other
angels, and what did they do. As
tbey had never visited our world no
correct answer could be given, so
they went on chatting about what
might be seen. However, the jour
ney was ended and they began in
real earnest to look for angels.
Wherever they wcit the most
beautiful things you can think
presented themselves to their view.
Extensive gardens planted with all
torts of blooming flowers, roses,
lilies, honeysuckle, jasmine, tulips
and many others, the forests, too, ex
tended beyond their view. So many
varieties of trees were grouped to
gether that they were'enchn.ted by
the sight, and exclaimed, "how beau
tiful!" There were orange trees, flg,
apple and vine trees, which yielded
more fruit than could lie eaten.
Some were tall and, looked like tow
ers; others spread out their branches
so wide that the c'hildreu could sit
beneath them, protected from the
hot, scorching sun. ,4s they looked
around and saw so many beautiful
Bights they exclaimed, "How lovely!
How glad we are that we came to see
this uev,- world!" Although en
chanted with its beauty, thure were a
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jtufl Sofisfi'S " '
from the Christmoj I
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threat many things which distressed
them. One was that of a boy who
Had lost a limb In trying to steal a
ride behind a big wagon which went
so fast that be could nut jet a secure
hold, so he fell right down and an
other vehicle right ''ehind injured his
log very soi lously, indeed. He prom
ised that If he got well he would
never try such a thing again. An
other boy was seen .vho had gone out
on a rainy do agalimt his mother's
wish, and caught a bad cold. It be
came so distressing that the doctor
thought he would not recover. Like
the other boy he said, "If I legaln my
health I will not break the fifth com
mandment again." And his mother
said, "John, I hope you will not.
Disobedience always pays in sorrow
and loss."
The angels felt very auxlous bo
cause they could not find what they
were searching for, white angels.
While they were standing together
singing was heard which sounded like
children's voices. But what ever do
you think it was? Not ch.ldren, as
you might suppose, but birds, which
sang so clearly that the flinging could
b beard a long way off. And their
plumage was rich and gorgeous be
yond description. " "There's an
angel!" oue Hed after flying a good
distance. What do you think It was?
Such a disappointment. It was a
white swan gliding smoothly down
the river. Even this did pot dampen
their courage to go on seeking tor
,snow-white angels. A aweet llttlo
girl was walking along and one 01
the angels Bald, "Are you an anpiel,
little girl?" She teplisd by singing,
I want to be an angel, and vith the
angola stand." "O dear! O dear!
What made those stains on your
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h;.nds, sweet child ?", They were
dreadfully , Btained. The angels
looked at one another thinking thU
he had done something naughty to
have such dark stains. The .hlld
confessed that she jai purposely
broken the arm of her siB'w's doll,
The angels looked at each other with
feelings of Badness, then looking at
her lips they shw stains catued by
saying cross word, when she was
angry. "0 dear! 0 dear!" sighed
the angels. "What shall we do?'
We cannot And any white, angels."
They walked along until the
reached a large garden where great
many chllldren were playing. There
was a Httle boy, seven years old, and
they asked him, "Are you an angel,
little boy?" Then he began to sing
very softly, "I wart to !e an angel,
and with the angels stand." "Look
at his hands," said one ot the sntels.
They are covered with black spots.
One was caused through taking his
brother's orndy without his leave,
another through throwing a stone at
a schoolfellow, because he laughed
at a mistake made In the lesson, and
one very large one was the result
ot having struck a playmate so hard
that he cried for a very long time.
Then the angels sat down to tnlk
over all that had happened, and what
they should do. Should they try
longer to And angels? Or must they
give up their task? They decided to
have another try. A short distance
away they saw a number of children
standing, looking over Into an or
chard. The angels went to them,
hoping to find some who were per
fectly white, but after having eiam
tned their hands and Hps they could
not find one who had not spots of
some sort. Cne would not say pray
ers; another refused to obey his par
ents, and some loved to tease their
sisters so that they could not learn
the lessons without terrible hin
drances. Immediately they flew back to
heaven and told the King that they
could not find even one sweet little
white angel to bring back vita them
to heaven. The King said that He
was sorry, very, very sorry, and
promised that He would Himself go
down to earth and become a little
child, that they might see how easy
It Is to be good when they wish to be,
and try to do asIle wishes them to
do.
And He really came. He was born
in a little towu called Bethlehem,
where He grew up to be a boy and
afterwards to be a man. Everyone
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who knew how kind He was to those
who did not love Him was surprised,
and learned from Him how to be
kind, loving and true. By His sweet
example He taught hoys and girls
that it was easier to be good than
naughty, and that they were not
obliged to do wrong things; and they
would not if they would try to do as
He did. And He taught something
else. . What do you think It was?
That when they tried to be good they
always felt power come Into them
which enat-ied iJiem to practice Just
what they wished to do. v , . ..
' But He dlu what no one else ever
did. He suffered every kind of abuse
and Insult that men chose to offer,
and at length He shed His most prec
ious blood on the cruel cross, so that
every spot and every stain which bad
spoiled the children's lips and hands
might be washed away. Besides, He
cleanses the heart 'so that they think
good things and wish to do thorn, and
they pray every day "Create within
me a clean heart, O God," because ol
which they always - avoid dolnj
things which will m ke them sorry.
They help their slBtera to loarn their
lessons and say ki' ' words and do
kind things for t' inds. Then
when they die J iu nnr !e
to take them tf -. r
. Jhe Sotoquy of Santa Ciaus.
Oh, this 15 the time oj the year I like hejt,
When the ground i all covered With snoW,
vjhen the brecs of Winter the nahci hcck tct,
And the uteathercoch points t 'he cold norfnjcr,
A5 the short Say come and op
Tho' the forf f i dead, ond the field is bare
My spirit) are all astir
Let the mercury-sinh. I hoVe neA.'r a care
for the hecn-cdjed Wind or the .froyy air,
In my vJrapptntJs of Warmest fur
My boys havte forgotten the barefoot days
And my ojrls arc all thirihing, of me, .
Thij time of the year they arc mending rtvir wnyj.
for they hnoO that a decorous conduct pays
(in the fruit of the Christmas, tree')
IVe. been hurrying and hiisrlindj the whoic year long,
A-stuffina, my monstrous P01
And many a thrill and many a song,
I II bring 10 the hearts of '"' n'W 'hronp
That Waits for my coming ho'.h
A v7 short Unll' ari ' am fly-
With a cheer for my jgirlj and boys
Then hurry the minutes and hasten the aay
When I leavfc the north, and peed me oWny.
Vwh my numcrou Christ")flS lyV
CHDBIMAS ON BIG BATTLE
rSggD THEODOBE . ROBERTS
Archer sat by the rude hearth
of his Big Rattle camp,' brood
ing in a sort ot tired content
ment over the spitting fagots
ot var and glowing coals ot
birch.
It was Chrlstmaseve. Ho had been
out on his snowshoes all that day,
and all the day before, springing hU
traps along the streams and putting
his deadfalls out of commission
rather queer work for a trapper to be
about.
But Archer, despite all his gloomy
manner, was really a sentimentalist,
who practiced what he felt.
"Christmas is a season of peac on
earth," he had told himself, while de
molishing the logs of a sinister dead
fall with his ax; and now the remem
brance of his quixotic deed added a
brlghtnesr to the fire and to the
rough, undecorated walls of the
camp.
Outside the wind ran high ln the
forest, breaking and sweeping tide
like over the reefs of treetops.
The air was bitterly cold. Another
voice, almost as fitful as the sough of
the wind, sounded across the night
It was the waters of Stone Arrow
Falls, above Big Rattle. ,
The frosts had drawn their bonds
of ice and blankets of silencing snow
over all the rest of the stream, but
the white and black face of the falls
still, flashed from a window In the
great house cf crystal, and threw out
a voice of desolation.
Sacoble Ba, a full-blooded M te
niae uttered a grunt ot relief when
his ears ca-igbt the bellow of Stone
Arrow Fal.s. He stood still, and
turned his head from side to side,
questioning.
"Good!" he said. "Big Rattle off
there. Archer's camp over there. I
go there. Good 'nough!"
He hitched his old smooth-bore
rifle higher under his arm and con
tinued his Journey. Sacoble had
tramped many miles all ' the way
from Ice-prisoned Fox Harbor. His
papoose was sick. His squaw was
hungry. Sacobie's belt was drawn
tight
During all that weary journey his
old rifle bad not banged once, al
though few eyes save those of timber
wolf and lynx were sharper in the
hunt than Sacobie's. The Indian was
reeling with hunger and weakness,
but he held bravely on."""; '" '
A white man, no matter how cour
ageous and sinewy, wouid have been
prone In the snow by that time.
But Sacoble, with his head down
and his round snowshoes padding!
padding! like the feet of a frightened
duck, raced with death toward the
haven of Archer's eabln.
-' Archer was dreaming ot a Christ
mastime ' In a great, tar-away city
when he was startled by a rattle on
his door, like weak blows from mlt
tened hands. He sprang across the
cabin and pulled open the door.
. - A short, stooping figure shuffled In
and reeled, against him. A rifle In a
woolen case clattered at bis feet,
"Mer" Christmas! How-do?" said
a weary voice, v.. '-.
, "Merry Christmas,, brother!" re
plied Archer. Then, "Bless me, but
It's Sacoble Bear! Why, what' the
imatter, Sacoble?" . : 1
"Heap tired! Heap hungry!" re-j
piled the Mlcmac, sinking to, the
floor. -.' ;'''-!,-.'' ;. j
Archer lifted the Indian and car
ried him over to the bunk at the far
ther end of the room. He filled his
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lion pot-spoon with brttndy,
and inserted tho point of it
between Sacobie's unresist
ing jaws. Then he loosened
the Micmac's coat and shirt
and belt. He removed bis
moccasins and stockings and rubbed
the straight, thin feet with brandy.
After a while Sacoble Bear opened
his eyes and gazed up at Archer.
"Good!" be Bald. "John Archer,
he heap fine man, anyhow. Mighty
good to poor Injun Sacoble, too.
Plenty tobac, I s'pose. Plenty of
rum, too."
"No more rum, my son." replied
Archer, tossing what wnit left In tho
mug agulnst the log wnll, and cork
ing the bottle. "And no smoke until
you have a feed. Whnt do you say
to bacon and tea? Or would tinned
beef suit you better?"
1(4 hoisted himself to his elbow ,
and wistfully sniffed the fumes of
brandy that came from the direction I
of his bare feet. "Heap waste of
good rum, me t'lnk," he said. I
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'. HOW THE CHRISTMAS PUDDING WAS SERVED. Sketch.
' "You ungrateful . Utile beggar!"
laughed Archer, as he pulled a trying-pan
from under the bunk.
: By the time the bacou was fried
and the tea steeped, Sacoble was suf
ficiently revived to leave, the bunk
and 'take a sent by the fti c ,
"Sacobleyyou will kill yoursolfl"
he protested. '
"Sacoble no kill himself now," ro
plied the MicmaC, as he bolted a
brown slice and a mouthful ot hard
brtad. "Sacoble more like to kill
himself when he 'empty. Want to
'lv3 when he chock-full. Good fun.
T'ank you fer more tea."
Archer filled, the extended mus
Kti.l poured ln the molasses "long
feet'nln" they call.lt In that region.
"What brings you so far from Kox
Kubur this tlmo of year?" Inquired
r -r.
"Squaw sick. Papoose sick. Bote
empty. Want good bacum to eat."
Archer smiled at the Are. "Any
luck trapping?" ho asked.
His guest shook his head and hid
his face behind the upturned mug.
"Not much," he replied, presently.
Ho drew bis sleeve across his
mouth, and then produced a clay
pipe from a pocket In his shirt.
"Tobac?" he Inquired.
Archer passed hlm a dark and
heavy plug of tobacco.
"Knife?" queried Sacoble.
"Try your own knife on it," an
swered Archer, grinning.
With a Blgh Sacoble produced his
sheathknll'o.
"Yon t'lnk Sacoble heap big t'lef'
he said, accusingly.
"Knives ure easily lost In peo
ple's pockets," roplied Archer.
Ti e two men talked for hours,
Sacobi." tiear was a great gossip for
one of his race. In fact, be had a
Miciua;' nickname which translated,
meant "the man who deafens hfs
friends with much talk." Archer,
however, was pleased with his ready
chatter and unforced humor.
But at last they both lei;an to nod.
The white man made up a bed on the
floor for Sacoble with a couple of
caribou skins and a heavy blanket.
Then he gathered tosether a few
plugs of tobacco, some tea. flour and
dried fish.
Baeobio watched him with freshly
aroused Interest.
"Wore tobac, please," he said.
"Hquaw, he smoke, too."
Archor added a couple of sticks of
the black leaf to the pile.
"Bacum, too," said the Mlcmaa.
"Bacum better nor fish, anyhow."
Archer shook his head.
"You'll have to do with the fish,"
he replied; "but I'll give you a tin of
condensed milk for tho papoose."
"Ah! ah ! Hlm good stuff!" ex
claimed Sacoble.
Archer considered the provisions
for a second or two.
Then, going over to a dunnage bag
near his bunk, he pulled Its contents
about until he found s bright red
silk handkerchief and a red flannel
shirt. Their color was too gaudy for
his taste. "These things are for your
squaw," he said.
Sacoble was delighted. Archer
tied the articles Into a neat pack and
stood It ln the corner, beside his
guest's rifle.
"Now you had better turn In," he
said, and blew out the liht.
It was dawn when Archer awoke.
He sut up in his bunk and looked
about the quiet, gray-lighted room.
Sacoble Bear was uowhere to be seen.
He glanced at the corner by the
door. Rifle and pack were both gone.
He looked up at the rafter, where his
slab of bacon was always hung. It,
too, was gone!
lie jumped out of his bunk and
ran to the door. Opening It, he
looked out. Not a breath of air
Days of Old.
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Stirred. In the east, saffron and
scarlet, broke the Christmas morn-
Ling, and blue on the white surface:
of the world lay the Imprints ot Sa
cobie's round snow-shoes.
"Poor Sacoble!" he said, after a
wMlovf "Well, he's weteome to the
bacon, even If ltvls all I had."
He turned to light tho fire and pre-
! pare breakfast Something at the
foot of hia bunk caught bis ev.
He went over and took it up. It
was a cured Bkln a beautiful speci
men ot fox. He turned it over,' and
on the white bide an uncultured hand
had written,. wltb a charred stick,
'Archer."
"Well, bless that old redskin!" ex
claimed the trapper, huskity. "Bless
his puckered eyes! .Who'd have
thought that 1 fdinnM 'get a Christ
mas pre?cnt?" Youth's Comr.-.nlon.
TJlE"VAKlSflIKli JUVElffl
MY8TERI0U8 WATERS OF THE
WEST THAT OISAPPEAR.
Some . of Thsm Reappear Two at
Least srs Unknown Beyond Their
First Plica of D!pperane Na
ture's Regulator a Lava Bed.
On the American continent there
are 110 natural phenomena of more
mysterious and fascinating Interest
tl.aa the 'lu.it rivers" of tho far west.
1 ties') lilJt aud-scek sti earns as a ruin
head in mountainous areas and rush
downward Into bowl-like valleys, where
they Incontinently vanish. Some of
them rtappear miles from the van
ishing point, while others are lost
forever, ami no man knows what be
comes of their waters. The floors
of the vsllvys into which they flow
generally aie comparatively level, anil
are built up of louse sands and gravels
washed down from rocky and forest
clad ulopes, which absorb the water,
and through which it percolates Blow
ly beneath the surface. When the
slow-moving underground current en-'
counters an obstruction, as it often
dots, in to shape of a natural dike
or me roch" rim of the lower end of
the valley, the water is forced to the
surface and the stream is born again.
Thus the Santa Ana river in Cali
fornia sinks in the wash abovo Red
lands, rises to the surface above Bun
ker Hill "dike," sinks below It, rises
fnmi Riverside to Bedrock Canyon
below El Rincon, sinks in the wash
above Santa Ana, and finally partly
rlse3 agaia in the large peat land
springs above Tafbert, says the Ana
conda (Montana) Standard. The San
Gabriel and -the Los Angeles rivers
exhibit the same characteristics, but
disappear and reappear less often in
their much shorter course to the sea.
At sonic points these sunken rivers
flow for Ions distances under a wide
stratum of Impervious material, where
the water is under considerable pres
sure. When wells are driven through
this stratum an artesian flow results.
The discovery of this fact added
many thousands ot acres to the cultl
vater area of California, most of
which is in oranges, lemons, grapes,
and other high priced products.
Another peculiar stream Is the Des
chutes, which drains a large area In
central Oregon. It Is known to hy
drogaphers ull over the world for tho
extraordinary regularity ot Its flow
throughout the year. This Is account
ed for by the porous lava formation
which constitutes a portion -of the
drainage area and which 1b especially
prominent where the headwater tribu
taries leave the foothills of the Cas
cades. Successive flows of lava, rup
tured, fractured, and Assured by con
vulsions of nature, extend over many
miles of this region. When the
Btrcams encounter this Bponge-like
material and disappear from sight,
passing beneath and through the lava
and finally emerging through dark
caverns and deep canyons "Into the
main stream.
This wonderful lava bed Is nature's
regulator. It swallows up the floods
that come down the steep slopes. It
absorbs the rains and snows and then
releases them slowly through a filter
miles and miles In length into the
Deschutes. In fact, there are no floods
at all. Day after day and year after
year Its flow Is uniform and Its wa
ters sparkling and clear. For this rea
son, probably, It Is the finest trout
stream in America.
New Mexico also has a truant
stream the Rio Mimbres. It drains
many miles of mountain cduntry In the
southern part of the territory and
for a time is a stream nf Importance.
Then, as if tired of existence, It flows
out upon the plains near Demlng,
and is lost forever, swallowed up in
the lose sand and gravel. The Pecos,
too. Is a truant as times and seeks se
clusion beneath the' surface, coming
DP miles below In artesian springs of
great volume and flow.
Ag;s ago, when the earth was
young, the great Snake River plain in
Idaho, now a scene of utter desolation,
was a semi-tropical garden. Countless
streams crossed it and lengthwise
through It flowed the mighty Snako.
In the forest primeval and over the
verdure-clad plains roamed the mas
todon, the mammoth, the camel, a
queer kind of horse, and many other
species of prehistoric animals. We
know all this to be true by reason of
the discovery of the remains of these
extinct animals In the recent excava
tions made at Menldoka Rapids. A
great catastrophe overwhelmed this
alley. On seven different occasions
the. lofty Tetohs, which frame Its
eastern boundary, and which were
then active volcanoes, , erupted and
poured forth a sea of lava, which swept
downward and westward, covering the
beautiful vallqy with a blanket of fiery
liquid more than 800 feet thick, - In
the cataclysm all the teeming lite was
annihilated. The rivers were burned
up and their channels obliterated. i C
The Snake river cut its way through
the lava sheet, carving tor Itself one
of the most wonderful canyons In the
west; , other streams from the south
persisted and finally joined the parent
Bt ream. On the morth the rivers en
countered the wall of lava, but did not
cut through It. It Is a striking hydro
graphic feature of the valley that for'
hundreds of miles not a river crosses
It from the north. Among the streams
which flow southward from the range
of snow-capped mountains on the
northern edge of the valley two are
especially interesting, the Big-and.
Little Lost rivers. In that long ago
before the mountains belched forth
fire these rivers formed an Important
tributary of the Snake, but the chan
nel was obliterated by successive layer
of lava which flowed over It ,
Today the floods on these rivers
flow for a short distance on the sur
face of the plain and then disappear
In fissures, crevices, or In the softer
and looser formations. Both are truly
lost rivers, tor , they . never appear
again as streams. It Is more than
100 miles from where they lose then
selves In the .lava to the canyon' o?"
Snake River. Tet it la believed that
a part ot the waters of these rivers,
passing through subterranean chan
nels, hundreds of feet below the sur
face, finally reach their former' - oi
Suent.
, Fhophords and hrdmn who fraze
tliHr f n-Vg in viii'-r eti f :h I
pmm have long iiitfiHied tbu;i sever
al places where there were yawning
chasms In the lava the rushing waters
could be heard distinctly. Further
evidence of the soundness of this
theory Is found In the huge springs
which break out along the northern
walls of Snake canyon. ." :
One group of theso near the head
of Hagerman valley Is the most re
markable In the world. They are
known as Thousand Springs. It is as
difficult to describe them as it Is to
And words with which to portray Ni
agara. Conceive, If you can, more
than half a mile, of precipitous can
yon, with bluck and frowning face
nearly 800 feet high. ' Then Imagine
1000 geysers gushing forth under tre
mendous pressure, the water, white
with foam, describing a perfect para
bola, and then falling sheer 200 feet,
to be dashed into spray on the rocks
below. The roar of all these catar
acts la deafening. In the spray which
rises tho bright sun paints Innumer
able rainbows of indescribable color
ing and beauty. More than 900,000
gallons of water pours out of these
fountains every minute In the year.
You can travel for ten miles down
the canyon and never be out of sight
of a dozen waterfalls. More than halt
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THE FAMILY ALBUM
Its Contents Identified for a
by One Who Knew. -
1 es m, mat a my marriage certificate,
and them pictures pasted on it is me
ond pa the day we was married. NO,
he wasn't tick, but he was so scared
It made him look peaked! Do you like
to look at y. otographs? Most every
body does, I guess. Wait till I get
the album. Yes. it is kind of a pret
ty cover. Real plush. I got it off a
book peddler lady, dollar down and
Ufty cents a month.
Them's twins; there was two of
them. They looked just like you see
ihem there. One of them U my hus
band but nobody can tell which he
is, now. Sort of creepy, ain't it, not
to know whether your own husband Is
one twin or the other? One of them
died when he was sixteen, and that
broke the set. I think it is the swjes
est picture in the album, they look
so simple and harmless, just like two
little calves. Gran'ma Jones used to
make their clothes herself you'd nev
er guess, It, would you? She used to
lay the cloth in two thicknesses and
cut out two suits at once. If one of
them had been a girl Bhe couldn't have
done It. Turn over the page.
That's the gentleman Aunt Jane
nearly married. He looks like a col
lege professor, he peddled Griigg's
fallible Cure for Hog Cholera 1
ured on Temperance. He wa
poor In his health, and the ,
A 11 n.t Jane set eyes on
up her mjnd to marry
forty and she usually got what she
wanted, and everybody said It was a
thousand chances to one that she
would get him. But just when Aunt
Jane was sure she had him he got
wind of It. He went DacK to Massacnu
setts the next day and died peaceful.
Turn over the page.
That's my sister Gertie and a bass.,
singer we used to have in the choir.
His name was Spung Lancelot Spung
and he was a barber "by .profession. -Him
and Gertie was engaged for six
weeks, but she found out he had a
wife and six children at Boston, so
she didn't marry him. He was the
sweetest Binger! You'd never Imagine
h hoH n wlfa unit nil children if tou
could have beard him sing. Ain't It
awful how sinful people can be and
yet look so innocent? Gertie took on
awful when she heard the facts, about
him and she wouldn't get engaged to
anybody else for a long time; and you
know what that means for a choir
singer. Turn over the page.
Sue Hartwtck, that is, one of my
old girl chums. She ran off with a
cattle buyer and got married, but that
wasn't until five years after this picture
was took. She bad a lovely character
so light and playful,' and that fond
of handsome clothes! jl remember the
day she had that picture took. She'd
been to a picnic with a traveling- gen
tleman from Cincinnati and got engag
ed to him. I helped her trim the very
hat she has on. It was a green straw
with roses, one red and one blue, and
one yellow. It matched her com-
plexlon lovely. She was a dark blondev
with red hair. Otv yes, she always
smiled that way on account of one
front tooth being out. Turn over the
page. f
That's my Aunt Phoebe, by marriage,
the day she was married. Ain't she
sweet? The basket wasn't hers, it be
longed to the man that took the pic ture.
Neither was the curls all her'i
though, they didn't belong to the
photograph man. I've got them now,
laid away till they come in handy. I
tell pa It's a pity It ain't man's hair,
'stead of lady's, and then he could wear
It,, Baldness seems to run in bis fam
ily. His father , was so bald that
he never used a brush and comb for
42 years used to comb his hair with
a flannel rag. That dress of-Aunt
Phoebe's Is the lowest necked anybody
on either side of our family ever had,
but then she was a great one for so-'
ciety. Turn over the page. Ellis Ear.
ker Butler, In The Reader.
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General William W. Belknap, secre
tary ot war during Grant's second ad
ministration, was fond of telling the
tale of a dubious compliment he re
ceived when on Ms way to the front
as major In the Fifteenth Iowa Infan
try. The regiment was marchiu?
over the gang planks and Into the
t-iuisport "Sucker State," while the
major, seated on his horse, euperln-v
tended the embarkation. A younsr
ro!d!er, named Darby Greely, had
just set his foot on the plank when
his mother sprang forward and
pressed him to her bosom. With In-
t.
nse Irish moi.lon she erled mid
crooned over hlm and then, sedn'r I'm
major, the blarney In her bui :. 1
forth and she cried: "Darby, 1 b'y,
sin k ! the i! r an' ye ll iilv- t- ,
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