Pittston Gazette

              m * Ik (ts(l)ll lr*bitak«d 1850. i TOU L No. 81 f Oldest Newspaper in the Wvomin? Vallev PITTSTON, LUZERNE COUNTY, PA., FRIDAY, DECEMBER 29, 1899. A Weekly Local and Family Journal. ItlOOtTwi 1 In AdruM, but a dazzling shirt front relieving the funereal tone of his attire. He rode much forward In his saddle, with his chin resting on the uppermost of his shirt studs, and there was an air of meek subjection to the will of heaven and to what might be in store for him that bespoke Itself even In the way In which he gently urged his steed. He was evidently In no hurry to reach his destination, for the nearer he approached to It the slacker did his bridle hang. The colored woman, having duly inspected him, dashed into the dwelling. Em sends her love to you. She is making me some woolen shirts, but they don't fit me to nicely is those mother made me. Write soon to your loving brother, Gregory. P. S.—She drove past just now. I was sitting on the kraal wall right before her eyes, and she never even bowed. O. N. EL ©if m I}} oijvb  SCHZELEOn&R. | m fmi | A TALE OF LIFE IN THE ! | ! ★ BOER REPUBLIC. "Three days when it died." "It's very hard when we must give on* husbands and wives to the Lord," said Tant' Sannle. and moleskin, who are taken care of by Hottentot, Kaffir and half caste nurses, whose many shaded complexions, ranging from light yellow up to ebony black, add variety to the animated scene. Everywhere are excitement and bustle, which gradually increase as the time for the return of the wedding party approaches. Preparations for the feast are actively advancing In the kitchen; coffee Is liberally handed round, and amid a profound sensation and the firing of guns the horse wagon draws up, and the wedding party alight. Bride and bridegroom, with their attendants, march solemnly to the marriage chamber, where bed and box are decked out In white with ends of ribbon and artificial flowers and where on a row of chairs the party solemnly seat themselves. After a time bridesmaid and best man rise and conduct in with ceremony each Individual guest to wish success and to kiss bride and bridegroom. Then the feast is set on the table, and It Is almost sunset before the dishes are cleared away and the pleasure of the day begins. till morning, l suppose. It is 8 already."so large, and man is so smaii"— SOUTH AFRICAN PHRASE$. She shook her head quickly. She made her way past the fiddlers and a bench full of tired dancers and passed out at the front door. On the "stoep" a group of men and boys were smoking, peeping In at the windows and cracking coarse jokes. Waldo was certainly not among them, and she made her way to the carts and wagons drawn up at some distance from the homestead. "But we must not think so far. It is madness; It is a disease. We know that no man's work is great and stands forever. Moses is dead and the prophets, and the books that our grandmothers fed on the mold is eating. Your poet and painter and actor—before the shouts that applaud them have died their names grow strange; they are milestones that the world has passed. Men have set their mark on mankind forever, as they thought, but time has washed it out as it has washed out mountains and continents." She raised herself on her elbow. "And what if we could help mankind and leave the traces of our work upon It to the endT Mankind is o*jy an ephemeral blossom on the tree of time. There were others before It opened; there will be others after it has fallen. Where was the man in the time of the dlcynodont and when hoary monsters wallowed In the mud? Will he be found In the eons that are to come? We are sparks, we are shadows, we are pollen, which the next wind will carry away. We are dying already. It is all a dream. Some Peculiar Expressions That Ar« "Very," said the young man, "but It's the Lord's wilL" Although born of English parents, fba juvenile colonial or Transvaaler mixes mnch, and of necessity, with Dntch ciildren and Dutch speaking native servants. Hence as he grows up a certain number of quasi Dutch phrases become a pirt and parcel of bis vocabulary and require some study on the part of the newly Arrived Briton in order to understand thfeir true significance. tJaad In (he Transvaal. CHAPTER XIX. A BOER WEDDING. "She was such a good wife, aunt I've known her break a churn stick over a maid's head for only letting dust come on a milk cloth." "Yes," said Tant' Sannie and sighed "I didn't know before you were eo fond of riding hard," said Gregory to his little betrothed. Tant' Sannle felt a twinge of Jealousy. She had never broken a churn stick on a maid's bead. They were cantering slowly on the road to Oom Mulleins on the morning of the wedding. "Waldo," she said, peering Into a large cart,""Is that you? I am so dazed with the tallow candles I see nothing." "I hope your wife made a good end," she said. "Do you call this riding hard?" asked Em in some astonishment. For instance, there Is a word which is always on the lips of every one who o#ns a dog, and In South Africa one owns a dog and a horse as naturally as one owns a Christian name and some worthless mining shares. This word is "voetsak," pronounced "footsack," and it means "get out" or "go away." "Here is another one," she cried, "a widower. I see it by his hat" He had made himself a place between the two seats. She climbed up and sat on the sloping floor in front. "Oh, beautiful, aunt! She said up a psalm and two hymns and a half before she died." "Of course I do. It's enough to break the horses' necta and knock one up for the whole day besides," he added testily, then twisted his head to look at the buggy that came on behlud. "I thought Waldo was such a mad driver. They are taking it easily enough today," said Gregory. "One would think the black stallions were lame." She laughed a little laugh that was clear without being pleasant. "And then, when they have no other argument against us, they say: 'Go on, but when you have made woman what you wish and her children Inherit her culture you will defeat yourself. Man wiH gradually become extinct from excess of Intellect. The passions which replenish the race will die.' Pools!" ■he said, curling her pretty lip. "A Hottentot sits at the roadside and feeds on a rotten bone he has found there and takes out his bottle of Cape smoke and swills at it and grunts with ° satisfaction, and the cultured child of the nineteenth century sits in his armchair and lips choice wines with the lip of a connoisseur and tastes delicate dishes with a delicate palate and with a satisfaction of which the Hottentot knows nothing. Heavy jaw and ■loping forehead, all have gone with Increasing Intellect but the animal appetites are there still, discriminative, but Immeasurably Intensified. Fools! Before men forgave or worshiped, while they were still weak on their hind legs, did they not eat and drink and fight for wives? When all the latter additions to humanity have vanished, will not the foundation on Which they are built remain?" She was silent then for awhile and •aid somewhat dreamily, more as though speaking to herself than to him: "They ask: What will you gain, even If man does not become extinct? You will have brought frstlce and equality on the earth and sent love from it When men and women r#3 equals, they will love no more. Your highly cultured women will not be lovablg, will sot love. Why it is there and over tne nnai cause of things In general I don't trouble myself. There must be one, but what Is it to me? If 1 howl to all eternity, I shall never get bold of It and If I did I might be no better off. But you Germans are born with an appetite for burrowing. You can't help yourselves. You must sniff after reasons, just as that dog must after a mole. He knows perfectly well he will never catch It but he's under the imperative necessity of digging for It." "Good Lord!" Bald Tant' Sannle. "Ifs the seventh I've had this month. But the men know where sheep and good looks and money In the bank are to be found," she added, winking knowingly. "How does he look?" "Did she leave any messages?" asked Tant' Sannie. "I thought I should find you here," she said, drawing her skirt up about her shoulders. "You must take me home presently, but not now." "No," said the young man; "but the night before she died I was lying at the foot of her bed. I felt her foot kick me. There is a story that a very new arrival at Cape Town expressed his snrprise that all the dogs seemed to have one name, "voetsak," and when you called them by It they always ran away. Another family phrase is "Wacht een beitje," which means "Wait a bit" It Is applied even to a particular kind of veldt bush with long, spiky thorns, which catch on your clothing as you pass through— unless you happen to be wearing khaki— and forcibly detain you while you disentangle yourself. "Nineteen, weak eyes, white hair, little round nose," said the maid. She leaned her head on the seat near to his, and they listened In silence to the fitful twanging of the fiddles as the night wind bore It from the farmhouse and to the ceaseless thud of the dancers and the peals of gross laughter. She stretched out her little hand to feel for his. ? "Then It's he, then lfs he,'1 said Tant* Sannle, triumphantly, "Little Plet Vander Walt, whose wife died last month—two farms, "12,000 sheep. I've not seen him, but my sister-in-law told me about him, and I dreamed a boat him last night." " 'Piet,' she said, "I suppose they want to keep out of the dust," said Em. "See; they stanO still as soon as we do." " 'Annie, my heart,' said I " 'My little baby that died yesterday has been here, and it stood over the wagon box,' she said. Perceiving this to be the case, Greg ory rode on. " 'What did it say?" I asked. " 'It said that if I died you must marry a fat woman.' Everything Is removed from the great front room, and the mod floor, well rubbed with bullock's blood, glistens like polished mahogany. The female portion of the assembly flock Into the side rooms to attire themselves for the evening and reissue clad In white muslin and gay with bright ribbons and brass jewelry. The dancing begins as the first tallow candles are stuck up about the walls, the music coming from a couple of fiddlers In a corner of the room. Bride and bridegroom open the ball, and the floor is soon covered with whirling couples, and every one's spirits rise. The bridal pair mingle freely in the throng, and here and there a musical man sings vigorously as he drags his partner through the "Blue Water" or "John Sperlwig," boys shout and applaud, and the enjoyment and confusion are Intense till 11 o'clock comes. By this time the children who swarm in the side rooms are not to be kept quiet longer, even by hunches of bread and cake. There la a general howl and wall that rises yet higher than the scraping of fiddles, and mothers rush from their partners to knock small heads together and cuff little nursemaids and force the wallers down Into unoccupied corners of beds, under tables and behind boxes. In half an hour every variety of childish snore Is heard on all sides, and it has become perilous to raise or set down a foot in any of the side rooms lest a small head or hand should be crushed. Now, too, the busy feet have broken the solid coating of the floor, and a cloud of fine dust arises that makes a yellow halo round the candles and sets asthmatic people coughing and grows denser till to recognize any one on the opposite side of the room becomes impossible, and a partner's face is seen through a yellow mist "But he might find It" "It's all that horse of yours. Shi kicks up such a dust l can't stand It myself," he said. "It is so nice to lie here and hear that noise," she said. """I like to feel that strange life beating up against me. I like to realize forms of life utterly tjn- Uke mine." She drew a long breath. "When my own life feels small and I am oppressed with It, I like to crush together and see It In a picture, in an Instant, a multitude of disconnected unlike phases of human life—a mediaeval monk with his string of beads pacing the quiet orchard and looking up from the grass at his feet to the heavy fruit trees; little Malay boys playing naked on a shining seabeach; a Hindoo philosopher alone under his banyan tree, thinking, thinking, thinking, so that in the thought of God he may lose himself; a troop of Bacchanalians dressed In white, with crowns of vine leaves, dancing along the Roman streets; a martyr on the night of his death looking through the narrow window to the sky and feeling that already he has the wings that shall bear him up" (she moved her hand dreamily over her face); "an epicurean discoursing at a Roman bath to a knot of his disciples on the nature of happiness; a Kaffir witch doctor seeking for herbs by moonlight, while from the huts on the hillside come the sound of do«a barking and the voices of women- and children; a mother giving bread and milk to her children In little wooden basins and singing the evening1 song. I like to see it all. I feel It run through me. That life belongs to me. It makes my little life large. It breaks down the narrow walls that shut me in." "I know that thought When the fever of living is on us, when the desire to become, to know, to do, is driving us mr i, we can use It as an anodyne to still the fever and cool our beating pulses. But It is a poison, not a food. If we live on It it will turn our blood to Ice. We might as well be dead. We must not Waldo. I want your life to be beautiful, to end in something. You are nobler and stronger than I," she said, "and as much better as one of God's great angels Is better than a sinning man. Your life must go for something." "Might! But he never has and never will. Life Is too short to run after mights. We must have certainties." Here Plet's black hat appeared In the doorway, and the Boer woman drew herself up in dignified silence, extended the tips of her fingers and motioned solemnly to a chair. The yonng man seated himself, sticking his feet as far under it as they would go, and said mildly: " 1 will,' I said, and I went to sleep again. Presently she woke me. Meanwhile the cart came on slowlj enough. "Pas op!" means "Look out!" and is heard on all occasions and on the very smallest provocation or none at all. At the Johannesburg . agricultural show, which took place in a big yard over Hospital hill, Englishmen who were not flnent in the "taal," or language, were pulled to read big placards, pasted da prominent places, to this effect, "Pas op ▼oor sakkenrollers." Each one asked his neighbor what that portentous thing, a "zakkenroller," might be. It suggested somehow a "jabberwock," or something equally grewsome. However, on inquiry the dread message turned out to be nolh- ~ ing more alarming than "Look out tor pickpockets." In South Africa when a man is incapable of doing this, that or the other thi&g, say riding, for instance, it is said of him, "He can't ride for sour apples!" If yfea want to imply that you are a partieultbly smart fellow and not easily taken in—sad this is a favorite assumption of the 4dtraveled colonial—you must say often and with emphasis, "I'll watch it!" She tuck&* the box under her arm and was about to walk on when Gregory Hose, with shining spurs, an ostrich feather in his hat and a silver headed whip, careered past He bowed gallantly as he went by. They waited till the dust of the horse's hoofs had laid. " 'The baby*haa been here again, and It says you murft marry a woman over 80 and who's had two husbands.' "Take the reins," said Lyndall, "an make them walk. I want to rest an. watch their hoofs today—not to be e: hilarated. I am so tired." "I didn't go to sleep after that for a long time, aunt; but when I did she woke me. "I am Little Plet Vander Walt and my father Is Big Plet Vander Walt" She leaned back In her corner, an Waldo drove on slowly in the gra. dawn light along the level road. The passed the very milk bush bebin which so many years before the oK German had found the Kaffir woman But their thoughts were not with him that morning. They were the thoughts of the young, that run out to meet the future and labor In the present. At last he touched her arm. Tant* Sannle said solemnly. "Yes." " The baby has been here again,' she said, 'and It says you mustn't marry a woman with a mole.' I told her I wouldn't and the next day she died." "There," said Lyndall, "goes a true woman, one born for the sphere that some women have to fill without being born for it How happy he would sewing frills into his little girl's frocks, and how pretty he would look sitting in a parlor, with a rough man making love to him! Don't you think so?" "Aunt," said the young man. starting up spasmodically, "can I off saddler'A- "Yes." "That was a vision from tho Redeemer," said Tant' Sannle. "Yes; we will work," he said. He seised his hat and disappeared with a rush through the door. 8he moved closer to him and lay still, his black carls touching her smooth little head. The young man nodded his head mournfully. He thought of a younger ■sister of his wife's who was not fat and who had a mole and of whom his wife had always been jealous, and he wished the little baby had liked better staying In heaven than coming and standing over the wagon chest. "I told you so! I knew Itl" said Tant* Sannle. "The dear Lord doesn't send dreams for nothing. Didn't I tell you this morning that I dreamed of a great beast like a sheep, with red eyes, and I killed It? Wasn't the white wool his hair, and the red eyes his weak eyes, and my killing him meant marriage? Get supper ready quickly. The sheep's Inside and roaster cakes. We shall sit up tonight." "What is it?" Doss, who had laid at his master's Bide, climbed over the bench and curled himself up in her lap. She drew her skirt up over him, and the three sat motionless for a long time. "I feared you had gone to sleep and might be jolted out," he said. "You sat so quietly." "I shall not stay here when he is master," Waldo answered, not able to connect any kind of beauty with Gregory Rose. "I suppose that's why you came to me?" said Tant' Sannle. "No; do not talk to me. I am not asleep." But after a time she said suddenly, "It must be a terrible thing to bring a human being Into the world." "Waldo," she said suddenly,'"they are laughing at us." "I should Imagine not The rule of a woman Is tyranny, but the rule of a man woman grinds fine. Where are you going?" "Who?" he asked, starting up. It a man has been swindled, he alleges that So-and-so has been "doing a shot'* on him.—London Mail. "Yes, aunt And pa said I ought to get married before shearing time. It Is bad if there's no one to see after things then, and the maids waste such a lot of fat" "They—the stars!" she said softly. "Do you not see? There is a little, white, mocking finger pointing down at us from each one of them! We are talking of tomorrow and tomorrow, and our hearts are so strong; we are not thinking of something that can touch us softly In the dark and make us still forever. They are laughing at us, Waldo." Waldo looked round; she sat drawn into the corner, her blue cloud wound tightly about her, and she still watched the horses' feet. Having no comment to offer on her somewhat unexpected remark, he merely touched up his horses. iBBiaitr From the Pls(W. Apropos of the bi' creeping into Portuga "Anywhere." "What to dor To young Plet Vander Walt that supper was a period of intense torture. There was something overawing in that assembly of English people, with their speech and, moreover, It was bis first courtship. His first wife had courted him, and ten months of severe domestic rule had not raised his spirit or courage. He ate little and wben he raised a morsel to his lips glanced guiltily roundto see If he were not observed. He had put three rings on hlB little finger, with the Intention of sticking It out stiffly when he raised a coffee cup. Now the little finger was curled miserably among its fellows. It was small relief when the meal was over and Tant* Sannie and be repaired to the front room. Once seated there, he set his knees close together, stood his black hat upon them and wretchedly turned the brim up and down. But supper had cheered Tant* Sannie, who found It Impossible longer to maintain that decorous silence and whose heart yearned over the youth. Donic plague now , has it ever been tic manner imanseems uD hare bate races, and eren vas noticed tlfct escaped almflfet Dws in an oatbr«»k Something of the deed with regard vhile in the oitoens in 1824 tfce "heir coreligienbeen the &Ht the strangest thflbg plague is that 4a .. the disease seta m the systems tot of contagion calls them into to- "Do they see nothing, understand nothing? It Is Tant' Bannle wbo buries husbands one after another and folds "See sec everything." "You will be disappointed." "And were you?" "When do you want to get married ?" noticed in what an ern "Next month, aunt" said the young man in a tone of hopeless resignation. "May I kiss you, aunt?" nity from this disease her hands resignedly—The Lord gave. sects? Thug In 1584 it conferred upon certain and the Lord hath taken away, and blessed be the name of the Lord'—and "Yes, and you will be more so. I want some things that men and the world give. You do not If you have a few yards of earth to stand bn and a bit of blue over you and something that you cannot see to dream about you have all that you need, all that you know how to use. Bat 1 like to see real men. Let them be as disagreeable as they please, they are more Interesting to me than flowers or trees or stars or any other thing under the sun. Sometimes," she added, walking on and shaking the dust daintily from her skirts, "when I am not too busy trying to find & new way of doing my hair that will show my little neck to better advantage or over other work of that kind—sometimes It amuses me intensely to trace out the resemblance "I have no conscience, none," she added. "But I would not like to bring a soul into this world. When It sinned and when It suffered, something like a dead hand would fall on me: 'You did it, you; for your own pleasure you created this thing! See your work!' If It lived to be 80. It would always hang like a millstone round my neck, have the right to demand good from me and curse me for Its sorrow. A parent Is only like to God—If his work turns out bad, so much the worse for him; he dare not wash his hands of It Time and years can never bring the day when you can say to your child, 'Soul, what have I to do with you? " the Protestants of Lyon/ "Fy, fyl" said Tant' Sannie and then gave him a resounding kiss. "Come, draw your chair a little closer," she said, and, their elbows now touching, they sat on through the night. to a man. So did the J she looks for another. It Is the hard beaded, deep thinker who, when the wife who has thought and worked with him goes, can find no rest and lingers near her till he finds sleep beside her. Both sat looking upward. "Do you ever pray?" he asked her in a low voice. "No." same sort has been not at JSimeguen in 1736. to other diseases, for break of typhus at The next morning at dawn, as Em passed through Tant' Sannle's bedroom, she found the Boer woman pulling off her boots preparatory to climbing Into bed. She sighed and drew a long breath. "Have you made any plan?" she asked hint presently. "I never do, but I might when I look up there. I will tell you," he added, in a still lower voice, "where I could pray. If there were a wall of rock on the edge of a world, and one rock stretched out far, far Into space, and I stood alone upon It, alone, with stars above me and stars below me—I would not say anything, but the feeling would be prayer." lata in Poland have alway* Jews remained immune, "A great soul draws and is drawri with a more fierce intensity than any to catch cholera. Bat "Yes," he said, the words coming In jets, with pauses between; "I will take the gray mare. I will travel first I will see the world. Then I will find work." in connection with the ■mall one. By every Inch we grow In Intellectual height our love strikes down Its roots deeper and spreads out Its arms wider. It Is for love's sake yet more than for any other that we look for that new time." She had leaned her head against the stones and watched with her sad, soft eyes the retreating bird. "Then wben that time comes," she said slowly, "when lor* la no more bought or sold, when tt la not a means of making bread, when each woman's life Is filled with earnest Independent tabor, then krre will come to her, a strange sudden sweetness breaking In upon ber earnest work, not sought for, but found. Then, to remain dormant moat case* the seeds of "Where is Piet Vander Walt?" At 12 o'clock the bride Is led to the marriage chamber and undressed. The lights are blown out and the bridegroom Is brought to the door by the best man, who gives him the key. Then the door Is shut and locked, and the revels rise higher than ever. There Is no thought of sleep till morning and no unoccupied spot where sleep may be found. those exposed to the risk "Just gone," said Tant' Sannie, "and I am going to marry blm this day four weeks. I am dead sleepy," she added. "The stupid thing doesn't know bow to talk love talk at all." And she climbed Into the four poster, clothes and all, and drew the quilt up to her chin. til some new epidemic tlvity. Procoplos, who observed the plague In Constantinople pretty closely during Justinian's reign, declares that if persona born in -an infected town settled In • town hitherto free from it they were sore to be the first attacked if the plagne again visited the country, even after the lapse of several years. ▲ was noted dnri~- break, where ti Dam were sent "What work?" "I do not know." She made a little Impatient movementThere was an end to their conversation after that, and Doss fell asleep on her knee. At last the night wind grew very chilly. Waldo Raid dreamily "It is a marvelous thing that one soul should have power to cause another." "That Is no plan—travel, Bee the world, find work! If you go Into the world aimless, without a definite object dreaming, dreaming, you will be definitely defeated, bamboozled, knocked this way and that In the end you will stand with your beautiful life all spent and nothing to show. They talk of genius. It Is nothing bat this—that a man knows what he can do best and does It and nothing else. Waldo," she said, knitting her little fingers closer among his, "I wish I could help you. I wish I could make you see that you must decide what you will be and do. It does not matter what you choose. Be a farmer, business man, artist what you will, but know your aim and live for that one thing. We have only one life. The secret of success is concentration. Wherever there has been a great life or a great work, that has gone before. Taste everything a little, look at everything a little, but live for one thing. Anything is possible to a man who knows his end and moves straight for it and for It alone. I will show you what I mean," she said concisely. "Words are gas till you condense them into pictures. between one man and another, to see how Tant* Sannie and I, you and Bonaparte, St Simon on bis pillar and the emperor dtatng off larks' tongues are one and the same compound, merely mixed In different proportions. Whatis microscopic In one is largely developed in another, what is a rudimentary in one man is an active organ in another, but all things are "In all men, and one soul Is the model of alL We shall find nothing new In human nature after we have once carefully dissected and analyzed the one being we ever shall truly know—ourself. • • She heard the words as she heard the beating of the horses' hoofs; her thoughts ran on In their own line. "I was related to your Aunt Selena wbo died," said Tant* Sannie. "My On the day preceding Tant* Sannle's wedding Gregory Rose sat In the biasing auh on the sfohe wall behind his daub and wattle house. It was warm, but he was Intently watching a small buggy that was being recklessly driven over the bushes In the direction of the farmhouse. Gregory never stirred till It had vanished. Then, finding the stones hot, be slipped down and walked Into the bouse. He kicked the little pall that lay In the doorway and sent It Into one corner. That did him good. Then he sat down on the box and began cutting letters out of a piece of newspaper. Finding that the snlpplngs Uttered the floor, he picked them up and began scribbling on bis biottiug paper. He tried the effect of different initials before the name Rose—G. Rose, E. Rose, L. Rose, L. Rose, L. L. L. L. Rose. When he had covered the sheet, be looked at It discontentedly a little while, then suddenly began to write a letter: It was at this stage of the proceedings on the night of Tanf Sannle's wedding that Lyndall sat near the doorway In one of the side rooms to watch the dancers as they appeared and disappeared In the yellow cloud of dust Gregory sat moodily In a corner of the large dancing room. His little betrothed touched his arm. "Ah," she said, shivering, and drawing the skirt about her shoulders, "I am cold. Inspan the horses, and call mother's stepbrother's child waa married to her father's brother's stepnephew's niece." UUii the "They say, 'God sends the little babies.' Of all the dastardly revolting lies men tell to suit themselves, I bate that most. I suppose my father said so when he knew be was dying of consumption, and my mother when she knew she had nothing to support me on, and they created me to feed like a dog from stranger hands. Men do not say God sends the books or the newspaper articles or the machines they make, and then sigh and shrug their shoulders and say they can't help it Why do they Bay so about other things? Liars! 'God sends the little babies!'" She struck her foot fretfully against the splash board. me when you are ready." Gorcunen and remained there in perfect health for three months. At the end of that time the plague came to Gorcunen, and they died there at the same time u the rest of their family.—Pail Mali Ga» ' m She slipped down and walked toward the boose. Doss stiffly following her, not pleased at being roused. At the door she met Gregory. "Yea, aunt" said the young man. "I knew we were related." I but not now"— Waldo waited for her to finish the sentence, but she seemed to have forgotten him. "Lyndall," be said, putting his hand Upon her (she started), "If you think that that new time will be so great «o good, you wbo speak so easily"— She Interrupted him. "It waa her cousin," said Tant* Sannie, now fairly on the flow, "who had the cancer cut out of her breast by the other doctor, who waa not the right doctor they sent for, but who did It quite aa well." "I have been looking for you everywhere; may I not drive you home?" he said. Reed and "I wish you would go and ask Lyndall to dance with you," she said. "She must be so'tlred. She has sat still the whole evening." When Thomas B. Reed first entered congress, he was upon his own application placed upon the judiciary committee. Judge Culberson was chairman oC the committee. "Waldo drives me," she replied, passing on, and it appeared to Gregory that she looked at him In the old way, without Beeing him. But before she had reached the door an idea had occurred to her, for she turned* "I've heard about it often," said Tant' Sannie. "And he was the son of the old doctor that they say died on Christmas day, but I don't know If that's true. People do tell such awful lies. Why should he die on Christmas day more than any other day?" "Yes, \unt why?" said the young man meekly. "Yes, aunt," said the young man. "I have asked her three times," replied her lover shortly. "I'm not going to he her dog and creep to her feet just to give her the pleasure of kicking me—not for you, Em, nor for anybody else." -"Speak, speak!" she said. "The difficulty la not to speak. The difficulty la to keep alienee." "The Kaffir girl threw some coffee on my arm In bed this morning. I felt displeased, but said nothing. Tant' Banale would have thrown the saucer at her and sworn (or an hour, but the feeling would be the same Irritated displeasure. If a huge animated stomach like Bonaparte were put under a glass by a skillful mental mlcroscoplst, even he would be found to have an embryonic doubling Bomewbere Indicative of a heart and rudimentary buddings that might have become conscience and sincerity. Let me take your arm, Waldo. How full you are of mealle dust! No; never mind. It will brush off. And sometimes what is more amusing still than tracing the likeness between man and man Is to trace the analogy there always Is between the progress and development of one Individual and of a whole nation or, again, between a single nation and the entire human race. It Is pleasant when it dawns on you that the one Is Just the other written out in large letters and very odd to find all the little follies and virtues and developments and retrogressions written out In the big world's book that you find in your little Internal self. It Is the most amusing thing I know of, but of course, being a woman, 1 have not often time for such amusements. Professional duties always first, you know. It takes a great deal of time and thought always to look perfectly exquisite, even for a pretty woman. Is the old buggy still in existence, Waldo?" "I thought I'd get gay one day," said Mr. Reed in telling the story, "and 1 began to expound some law in the committee. Then Culberson lighted into me. He told me more law in 30 minutes than I had learned in 80 years, and I resolved then and there never to. get gay any more when Culberson was around." "If you wish to drive me, you may." "But why do you not try to bring that time?" he said, with pitiful simplicity. "When you speak, I believe all you say. Other people would listen to you also." Gregory went to look for Em, whom he found pouring out coffee In the back room. He put his hand quickly on her shoulder. "The small children say so earnestly. They touch the little stranger reverently who has just come from God's far country, and they peep about the room to see if not one white feather has dropped from the wing of the angel that brought him. On their lips the phrase means much; on all others it is a deliberate lie. Noticeable, too," she saiu, dropping in an Instant from the passionate into a low, mocking tone, "when people are married, though they should have 60 children, they throw the whole onus on God. When they are not, we hear nothing about God's having sent them. When there has lDeen no legal contract between the parents, who sends the little children then? The devil, perhaps!" She laughed her little silvery, mocking laugh. "Odd that some men should come from hell and some from heaven and yet all look so much alike when they get here." "Oh, I didn't know you had asked her, Greg," said his little betrothed humbly, and she went away to pour out coffee. "You must ride with Waldo; I am going to drive your cousin home." Judge Culberson is a. deep thinker. He is regarded by all his colleagues at one of the most profound men who evea sat in congress. He is, however, entirely oblivious to his personal appearance. He rather shuffles along the street with his head well down into his shoulders -and his grinled hair unkempt This was much a picture of him as he walked along the aisle in the- Grand Opera House one evening. Speaker Reed and his wife were in a box. "I am not so sure of that" «be said, with a smile. "Did you ever have the toothache?" asked Tant' Sannie. "No, aunt" Nevertheless some time after Gregory found he had shifted so far round the room as to be close to the door where Lyndall sat. After standing for some time he inquired whether he might not bring her a cup of coffee. She declined, but still be stood on (why should he not stand there as well as anywhere else?), and then he stepped Into the bedroom. "But I can't come Just now, Greg. I promised Tant' Sannle Muller to look after the things while she went to rest a little." Then over the small face came the weary look It bad worn last night as It watched the shadow in the corner—ah, ■o weary! Beloved Sister—It it 1 long while since I last wrote to you, but I have had no time. This is the first morning I have been at home since I don't know when. Em always expects me to go down to the farmhouse in the morning, but I didn't (eel as though I could stand the ride to day. "Well, they say that doctor—not the son of the old doctor that died on Christmas day, the other that didn't come when he was sent for—he gave such good stuff for the toothache that If you opened the bottle in the room where any one was bad they got better directly. You could see It was good stuff," said Tant' Sannie. "It tasted horrid. That was a real doctor! He used to give a bottle so high," said the Boer woman, raising her hand a foot from the table. "You could drink at it for a month and It wouldn't get done, and the same medicine was good for all sorts of sicknesses—croup, measles, Jaundice, dropsy. Now you have to buy a new kind for each sickness. The doctors aren't so good as they used to be." "Suppose a woman, young, friendless as I am, the weakest thing on God's earth. But she must make her way through life. What she would be she cannot be because she is a woman, so she looks carefully at herself and the world about her to see where her path must be made. There Is no one to help her. She must help herself. She looks. These things she has—a sweet voice, rich In subtle intonations; a fair, very fair face, with a power of concentrating in Itself and giving expression to feelings that otherwise must have been dissipated in words; a rare power of entering into other lives unlike her own and intuitively reading them aright. These qualities she has. How shall she use them? "Well, you can come presently, can't you? I didn't say you were to come now. I'm sick of this thing," said Gregory, turning sharply on his heeL "Why must I sit up the whole night because your stepmother chooses to get married?" "I. Waldo, I r she said. "I will do nothing good for myself, nothing for the world, till some one wakes me.' I am asleep, swathed, shnt up In self. Till I have been delivered I will deliver do one." Tant' Sannie, Em's Boer stepmother, is to be married tomorrow. She is gone to town today, and the wedding least la to be at her brother's (arm. Em and I are going to ride over on horseback, but her cousin is going to ride in the buggy with that German. I don't think I've written to you since the came back from school. I don't think you would like her at all, Jemima; there's something so proud about iter. She thinks Just because she's handsome there's nobody good enough to talk to her and Just as If there had nobody elae but her been to boarding school before. I have much news for you. "Who Is that fierce looking man?" she asked. Reed turned and saw Culberson. "May I not bring you a stove. Miss Lyndall, to put your feet on?" "Thank you." "Why," said he, "that's Judge Culberson—the greatest lawyer in congress." tie looked at her, wondering, out sne was not looking at him. "Oh, It's all right, Greg. I only meant"— Be sought for one and put it under her feet. But he did not hear her, and a man had come up to have his cup filled. "I declare," said she. look it." "He doesn't "To see the good and the beautiful," •he said, "and to have no strength to live it 1s only to be Moses on the mountain of Nebo, with the land at your feet and no power to enter. It would be better not to Bee it. Come." she ■aid, looking up Into bis face and seeing ita uncomprehending expression, "let us go. It is getting late. Doss Is anxious for his breakfast also," she added, wheeling round and calling to the dog, who was endeavoring to unearth a mole, an occupation to which he bad been zealously addicted from the third month, but In which be had never on any single occasion proved successful. "He doesn't carry his brains on the outside," drawled the speaker.—Cleveland Plain Dealer. "There is a draft from that broken window. Shall I stuff something In the pane?" An hour after Waldo came in to look for her and found her still busy at the table. "No; we want air." Dtapatsk or Despatch. They are going to have a grand affair tomorrow. All the Boers about are coming, and they axe going to dance all night, but I don't think I shall dance at all, for, as Em's cousin says, these Boer dances are low things. I am sure I only danced at the last to please Em. I don't know why abe is fond of dancing. Em talked of our being married on the same day as Tant' Sannie, but I said it would be nicer for her If she waited till the shearing was over and I took her down to see you. I suppose she will have to live with us—Em's cousin, I mean—as she has not anything in the world but a poor £20. I don't like her at all, Jemima, and I don't think you would. She's got such queer Ways. She's always driving about In a gig with that low German, and I don't think It's at all the thing for a woman to be going about with a man she's not engaged to, do you? If It was me, now, of course, who am a kind of connection, It would be different. The way she treats roe, considering that I am so soon to be her cousin, is not at all nice. I took down my album the other day with your likenesses in it, and I told her She could look at it and put it down close to her, but she Just said, "TJiank you," and never even touched it, as much as to say, What are yo.ur relatives to me? Gregory looked round; but, nothing else suggesting Itself, he sat down on a box on the opposite side of the door. Lyndall sat before him, her chin resting in her hand. Her eyes, steel gray by day, but black by night, looked through the doorway Into the next room. After a time he thought she had entirely forgotten his proximity, and he dared to Inspect the little hands and neck as he never dared when he was In momentary dread of the eyes being turned upon him. She was dressed in black, which seemed to take her yet farther from the white clad gewgawed women about her, and the little hands were white, and the diamond ring glittered. Where bad she got that ring? He bent forward a little and tried to decipher the letters, but the candlelight was too faint. When he looked up, her eyes were fixed on him. She was looking at him—not, Gregory felt, as she had ever looked at him before; not as though he were a stump or a stone that chance had thrown in her way. Tonight, whether it were critically or kindly or unkindly, he could not tell, but she looked at him, at the man, Gregory Rose, with attention. A vague elation filled him. He clinched his fist tight to think of some good idea he might express to her, but of all those profound things be had pictured himself as saying to her, when he sat alone in the daub and wattle house, not one came. He said at last; "The horses are ready," he said, "but if you would like to have one dance more I will wait." Just now the papers are full of "dispatches," or "despatches," from the war office and from the war correspondents. Which is the right way to spell th!« word? Dr. Murray in the Oxford English Dictionary is very positive on the point "The uniform English spelling," he says, "from the first introduction of the word to the early part of the nineteenth century was with dis-, bat in Johnson's Dictionary the word was somehow or other entered under des- (although Johnson himself always wrote dis-, which is also the spelling of all the authors cited by him). Though this has since c. 1820 introduced diversity Into current usage, dispatch is to be preferred as at once historical and in accordance with English analogy."—London Standard.Waldo wondered at her. He had not the key to her thoughts and did not see the striDg on which they were strung. She drew her cloud tighter about her. She shook her head wearily. "No, I am quite ready. I want to "No, aunt," said the young man, who was trying to gain courage to stick out his legs and ciipk his spurs together. He did so at last. "It must be very nice to believe In the devil," she said. "I wish I did. If It would be of any use, I would pray three hours night and morning on my bare knees, 'God, let me believe In satan.' He is so useful to those people who do. They may be as selfish and as seusual as they please and, between God's will and the devil's action, always have some one to throw their sin on. But we, wretched unbelievers, we bear our own burdens. We must say; 'I myself did It, I. Not God, not satan; I myself!' Tbat is the sting that strikes deep. WSido," she said gently, with a sudden and complete change of manner, "I like you so much I love you." She rested her chyek softly against his shoulder. "When I am with you, 1 never know that I am a woman and you are a man. I only know that we are both things that think. Other men, when I am with them, w nether I love them or not, they are mere bodies to me, but you are a spirit. I like you. Look," she said quickly, sinking back Into her corner, "what a pretty pinkness there is on all the hilltops! The sun will rise in a moment." "A poet, a writer, needs only the mental. What use has he for a beautiful body that registers clearly mental emotions? And the painter wants an eye for form and color, and the musician an ear for time and tune, and the mere drudge has no need for mental gifts. But there is one art in which all she has would be used, for which they are all necessary—the delicate, expressive body, the rich voice, the power of mental transposition. The actor, who absorbs and then reflects from himself other human fives, needs them all, but needs not much more. This is her end, but how to reach It? Before her are endless difficulties. Seas must be crossed, poverty must he endured, loneliness, want. She must be content to wait long before she can even get her feet upon the path. If she has made blunders in the past, If she has weighted herself with a burden which she must bear to the end, she must bear the burden bravely and labor on. There Is no use in walling and repentance here. The next world is the place for that. This life is too short. By our errors we see deeper into life. They help us." She waited for awhile. "If she does ail this—if she waits patiently, if she is never cast down, never despair*, never forgets her end, moves straight toward it, bending men and things most unlikely to her purpose—she must succeed at last. Men and things are plastic. They part to the right and left when one comes among them moving in a straight line to one end. I know it by my own little experience," she said. "Long years ago I resolved to be sent to school. It seemed a thing utterly out of my power, but 1 waited, I watched, I collected clothes, I wrote, took my place at the school. When all was ready, I bore with my full force on the Boer woman. *Pd she sent me at last, It was a small thing, but life is mftde up of small things, as body is built up of cells. What has been done in small things can be done in large, shall be," she said softly. Waldo listened. To him the words were no confession, no glimpse into the strong, proud, restless heart of the woman. They were general words with a general application. He looked up into the sparkling sky with dull eyes. go." And soon they were on the sandy road the buggy had traveled an hour before. Their horses, with heads close together, nodding sleepily as they walked In the starlight you might have counted the rise and fall of their feet in the sand, and Waldo in his saddle nodded drowsily also. Only Em was awake, and watched the starlighted road with wide open eyes. At last she spoke. Tant' Sannie had noticed the spurs before, but she thought it showed a nice, manly spirit, and her heart warmed yet more to the youth. Waldo shouldered his bag, and JLyndall walked on before in silence, with the dog close at her side. Perhaps she thought of the narrowness of the limits within which a human soul may speak and be understood by Its nearest of mental kin, of bow soon It reaches that solitary land of the Individual experience in which no fellow footfall Iq ever he*rd. Whatever her  may have been, she was soon ipter; rupted. Waldo came close to ber and, standing still, produced with awkwardness from bis breast pocket a small carved box. "Yes, but the harness is broken." "Well, I wish you would mend It You must teach me to drive. I must learn something while 1 am here. I got the Hottentot girl to show me how to make 'sarsartles' this morning and Tant' Sannie Is going to teach me to make 'kaoJes.' I will come and sit with you this afternoon while you mend the harness." "Did you ever have convulsions when you were a baby?" asked Tant' Sannie."Yes," said the young man. "Strange!" said Tant' Sannie. "I had convulsions too. Wonderful that we should be so much alike!" "I wonder If all people feel so old, so very old, when they get to be 17?" "Not older than before," said Waldo, sleepily, pulling at his bridle. His Hardest Task. "Aunt" said the young man explosively, "can we sit up tonight?" Prince Henry of Orleans when he travels takes with him a physician, a scientist, an editor, a historian and a photographer, each of whom makes a daily contribution to the book which is to describt the journey. Tant' Sannie hung her bead and half closed her eyes; but, finding that her little wiles were thrown away, the young man staring fixedly at his hat, she simpered, "Yes," and went away to fetch candles. She get s the wildest horses In th«t buggy and • horrid snappish little cur belonging to the German sitting In front, and then she drives out alone. 1 don't think It's at all proper (or a woman to drive out alone. I wouldn't allow it if she was my sister. The other morning—I don't know how it happened—I was going In the way from which she was coming, and that little beast—they mil him Doss—began to bark when be saw me—he always does, the little wretch— and the horses began to spring and kicked the splash board all to pieces. It was a sight to see, Jemima 1 She has got the littlest hands I ever saw. I could hold them both In one of mine and not know that I'd got anything, except that they were so soft, but she held those horses In as though they were made of Iron. When ( wanted to help her, she sgid: "Mo, thank you; I e»n manage them myself. "I've got a pair of bits that would break their Jaws If 1 used them well," and she laughed and drove away. It's so unwomanly.Presently she said again "No; don't thank me. I come for my own pleasure. I never find any one I can talk to. Women bore me, and men I talk so to—'Going to the ball this evening? Nice little dog that of yours. Pretty little ears. So fond of pointer upsf And they think me fascinating, charming! Men are like the earth, and we are the yoon. We turn always one side to them, and they think there is no other because they don't see It, but there is." "Thank you." "I wish I could have been a little child always. You are good then. You are never selfish. You like every one to have everything, but when you are grown up there are some things you like to have all to yourself. You don't like any one else to have any of them." In describing his method at a Park talon a friend ironically asked, "AaA what is the hard work which you do for your book?" "I made It for yon," he said, holding It out. In the dining room Em worked at her machine, and Gregory sat close beside her, his great blue eyes turned to the window where Lyndall leaned out talking to Waldo. "I like It," she said, examining It carefully. "Yes," said Waldo sleepily, and she did not speak again. **1 have the overwhelming duty of making the various aroonnt* agree." Pfcpafsd Kf under GBBflEAM UWI, f gout, sprains! I Lameness, Rheumatism, etc. 1 DR. RICHTBR'S WorM-Renswnsd I "ANCHOR" I I PAIN EXPELLER. 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Tant' Sannie took two candles out of the cupboard and held them up triumphantly, winking all round the room. vnd there small conical protuberances were let In among them. She turned It round critically. Waldo bent over It lovingly. They had reached the house now. "Tell me when you set to work," she said and walked toward the door. Waldo lifted Em from the saddle, on/i fnr a mnmant she leaned her head on his shoulder and clung to'nim. Waldo lifted his eyes to look round over the circle of golden hills, and the horses, as the first sunbeams touched them, shook their heads and champed their brlglrt bits till the brass settings in their harness glittered again. "He's asked for them," she said. "You are very tired," he said as he walked with her to the door. "Let me go In and light a candle for you." "There Is one strange thing about It," be said earnestly, puttfhg a finger pn one little pyramid. "I made It without these, and I felt something was wrong. I tried many changes, and at last I let these In, and then it right. But why was It? They arq not beautiful In themselves." " ."They relieve the monotony of thq smooth leaves, I suppose." Waldo stood to look after her, and Doss stood at his side, a look of painful uncertainty depicted on his small countenance and one little foot poised In the air. Should he stay with his master or go? He looked at the figure with the wide straw hat moving toward the house, and he looked up at his master. Then he put down the little paw and went Waldo watched them both in at the door and then walked away alone. He was satisfied that at least his dog was with ber. VDoes he want them for his horse's rubbed back?" asked Gregory, new to up country life. Tail father my hire of the ground will not be c*it fcr six months, and before that Em and I will be married. My pair of birds is breeding now, but I haven't been down to see thtm for three days. I don't seem to care about fUtytMng any more. | don't know what It U; I'm not well. t{ I go Into town on Saturday, I will let the doctor examine me. But perhaps she'll go in herself. It's a very strange thing, Jemima, but »h« [lever will send her letters to post by me. If I ask her, she has none, and the very next Clay she goes In and posts them herself. You mustn't say anything about It, Jemima, but twice I've brought her letters from the post in a gentleman's hand, and I'm sure they were both from the same person, because I noticed every little tnark, even the dotting of the i's. Of course it's nothing to me, but for Em's sake I can't help feeling an interest In hetl however much I way dislike hef myself, »a4 ! hoi* she's up to nothing. I p|ty the man who inarrlea her, I wouldn't be him for anything. If I had a wife with prida, I'd make her give it tip, Sharp. I don't believe in a man who can't make a woman obey him. Now Em—I'm very fond of ber, as you knowbut If I tell her to put on a certain dress, that dress she puts on; snd if I teU her to sit on a certain seat, on that seat she sits; snd If I tell her not to speak to a certain individual she does not speak to him. If a man lets a womau do what he doesn't like, he's a muff. "These Boer dances are very low things." And then, as soon as it bad gone from him, he thought It was not a cleyer remark and wished it back. "No," said Tant' Sannie Indignantly; "we're going to sit up!" and she walked off in triumph with the candles. "No, thank you; It Is all right," she said. "Good night, Waldo, dear." It was 8 o'clock when they neared the farmhouse, a red brick building, with kraals to the right- and a small orchard to the left. Already there were signs of unusual life and bustle. One cart, a wagon and a couple of saddles against the wall betokened the arrival of a few early guests, whose numbers would soon be largely Increased, To a Dutch country wedding guests start \ip in numbers astonishing to on® who turn inorplv Hrtrfon thron»b th» Dlalns of sparsely Inhabited "karroo." Before Lyndall replied Em looked In at the door. But when she went In she sat long alone In the dark. Nevertheless, when all the rest of the house had retired, when the long candle was lighted, when the coffee kettle was filled, when she sat in the elbow chair, with her lover on a chair close beside her, and when the vigil of the night was fairly lDegun, she began to find It wearisome. The young man looked chilly and said nothing. "Oh, come!" she said. "They are going to have the cushion dance. I do not want to kiss any of these fellows. Take me quickly." [TO BE COimWTTED.] He shook his head as over a weighty matter. She slipped her hand into Gregory's arm, IMPERTINENT PERSONALS. It looks very much as if Mr. Chamberlain would go down in history as "the man behind the monocle."—Sioux City Journal. 'The sky Is monotonous," he said, "when It is blue, and yet it is beautiful. I have thought of that often, pat it lg not monotony and It is not yarietjr makes beauty. What is it? The sky and your face and this box-* the same thing Is In them all, only more in the sky and in your face. But what Is It? "It is so dusty, Em. Do you care to dance any more?" he asked without rising. CHAPTER XVIII tant' sannie holds an upsittino, and 'Won't you put your feet on my stove?" s»id Tant* Sannie. "Oh, I do not mind the dust, and the dancing rests me." But he did not mova. From his own point of view Mr. Roberts' case is not so bad. He can go to three different wives for consolation.— Chicago Record. GBEOOBY WUITE8 A LETTEB. It was Just after sunset and Lyndall had not yet returned from her first driving lesson when the lean colored woman, standing at the corner of the bouse to enjoy the evening breeze, saw coming along the road a strange horseman. Very narrowly she surveyed him as he slowly approached. He was attired In the deepest mourning, the black crape ronad his tall hat totally i !■ inltM *» Irtt nothing. "No, thank you, aunt" said the young man, and both lapsed Into silence.As the morning advances riders on many shades of steeds appear from all directions and add their saddles to the long rows against the walls,, shake hands, drink coffep 8land about outside In groups to wateh the arriving carts and ox wagons as they are unburdened of their heavy freight of massive Tantes and comely daughters, followed by swarms of children of all at*e% dreeeed lx» WWW «t print. "I feel tired, do, not think I shall flanc? again," he said. Can it be possible that the Lippincotts had, Just before the big fire, received another novel from Amelie Rives Troubetskol?—New York Press. At last Tant' Sannie, afraid of going to sleep, tapped a strong cup of coffee for herself and handed another to her lover. This visibly revived both. Em withdrew her hand, and a young farmer came to the door and bore her off. "So you are at your old work stllU Why, why, why? What Is the reason? It Is enough for me." she said. "If 1 Ml Cat what is beautiful and what la •■IK. wtaL (■ Ml an* She smiled. Mr. Reed's is on straight. The adoption of hi* rules by the present house, of which he is not a member, settles that point conclusively.—Kansas City Journal. . "I have often imagined"— remarked Gregory, but Lyndall had risen. "How long were you married, cousin?"{Jive my love \jD mother and the children. The "••id** here la loosing pretty good, and the sheep "» batter sine* we waahad I ham Tail latter the "Ten months, aunt" "I am tired," she said. "I wonder where Waldo Is. He most take me INK- These pfapte wHI uot oH "Yes," he said; "but when we lie and think and think we see that there la Bothlac worth doing. The ratters* ts