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Publication: Burlington Hawk Eye May 25, 1890

Burlington Hawk Eye (Newspaper) - May 25, 1890, Burlington, Iowa 5rD*E THE BURLINGTON HAWK-EYE. p^im ESTABLISHED: JUNE, 1839.)BURLINGTON, IOWA, SUNDAY MORNING, MAY" 25, 1890.—EIGHT PAGES. (PRICE: 15 CENTS PER WEEK. THE DESER WRITTEN BY CAPTAIN CHARLES KING, U. S. N. AUTHOR OF “DESHAY K N TI A NOH, 'THE COLONELS DAUGHTER,’ ETC.. ETC. •MATHON > FA IHT,' [Copyright. 1890, for The Hawk-Eye.] A CHAPTER NY. T fir-r Buxton thought to give orders against the telegraph operator's sending any messages coneen! ing the matter: but that would have been only a temporary hinderance: he could not control the instruments and operators iii town, only three miles away. He almost wished he had been knocked down, shot or stabbed in the melee; hut he bad kept in the rear when tho skirmish began, and Rayner and the corporal were the sufferers. They had been knocked “endwise” bv Mr. Hurley’s practiced fists after Hayne was struck ’down by the corporal’s musket. It was the universal sentiment among the officers of tho —th as they scattered to their homos that Buxton had ‘‘wound himself up this time, anyhow;” and no one had any sympathy for him— notone. The very best light in which ho could tell tho story only showed the affair as a flagrant and inexcusable out-rage. Capt. Rayner, too, was in fearful plight. II e had .simply obeyed orders; but all Hie old story of his persecution of Hayne would now be revived; all men would see iii his participation in the affair only additional reason to adjudge him cruelly persistent in his hatred of tho young officer, and, in view of the utter ruthlessness and wrong of this assault, would he more than overconfident of the falsity of Ids position in the original case. As he was slowly led up stairs to his room and his tearful wife and silent sister-in-law bathed and cleansed his wound, he saw with frightful clearness how the criLsli of circumstances was now upon him and his good name. Great heaven! how those words of Hayne’s five years before rang, throbbed, burned, heat like trip hammers through his whirling brain! It seemed as though they followed him and his fortunes like a curse. He sat silent, stunned, awe stricken at tho force of the calamity that had befallen him. How could ho ever induce an officer and a gentleman to believe that ho was no instigator in this matter?—that it was aff Buxton's doing, Buxton's low imagination that had conceived the possibility of such a crime on the part of Mr. Hayne, and Buxton’s blundering, bull headed abuse of authority that had capped the fatal cLmax? It was some time before his wife could get him to speak at all. Sh© was hysterically bemoaning the fate that had brought them into contact with such people, and from time to time giving vent to the comforting assertion that never had there been a cloud on thoir domestic or regimental sky until that wretch had I teen assigned to the Riflers. Sin* knew from the hurried and guarded explanations of Dr. Grimes and one or two young officers who helped Rayner homo that live fracas had occurred at Mr. Ilayne's—that there had been a mist ake tor which her husband was not responsible, but Hint Capt. Buxton was entirely to blame. But hor husband’s ashen face told her a story of something far deeper: she knew that now he was involved in fearful trouble, and, whatever may have been her innermost thoughts, ii was the first and irresistible impulse to throw all the blame upon hor scapegoat. Miss Travers, almost as pale and quito as silent as the captain, was busying herself in helping her sister; but she could with difficulty restrain her longing to bid her bo silent. She, too, had endeavored to learn from her escort on their hurried homeward rush across tho parade what tile nature of the disturbance had been. She, too, had suggested Clancy, but tho officer by her side set his teeth jus ho replied that ho wished it had been Clancy. Sh*' had heard, too, tile message brought by a cavalry trumpeter from Mr. Blake. Ho wanted Caph Ray to conic to Mr. Buyer's as soon as he had seen Mrs. Ray safely home, and would ho please ask Mrs. Stunned to come with him at tile same time? NY by should Mr. Blake want Mrs. Stunner*! at Mr. I Lay tie's? Sh*' saw Mr. Foster run up and speak a few words to Mrs. Waldron and heard that lady reply, “Certainly; I will go with you now.” What could it mean? \t last, as she was returning to her sister’s room after a moment's absence, sh* hor heart Tier who as “But tile not?” The answer so of anguish: “The creature was Ins sister. Tt was her husband who”-- But, as Capt. Rayner buried his battered face in his hands at this juncture, tho rest of the sentence was inaudible. Miss Travers had heard quite enough, however. She stood there one moment, appalled, dropped upon tile floor the bandage she had been making, turned and sought her room, and was seen no more that night. Over the day or two that followedthis affair the veil of silence may best be drawn, in order to give time for the sediment of truth to settle through tho whirlpool of stories in violent circulation. Tho colonel came back on the flrst train after the adjournment of the court, and could hardly wait for that formality. Contrary to his custom of “sleeping on” a question, he was in his office within half an hour after his return to the post, and from that time until near tattoo was busily occupied taking the statements of the active participants in the affair. This was three days after its occurrence; and Capt. Rayner, though up aud {able to be about, had not left his quarters. Mrs. Rayner had abandoned her trip to the east, for the present at least. Mr. Hayne still lay weak and prostrate in his darkened room, attended hourly by Dr. Pease, who feared brain fever, and nursed assiduously by Mrs. Hurley for whom Mrs. Waldron, Mrs. Stannard, and many other ladies in the garrison could not do enough to content themselves. Mr. Hurley’s wrist was badly sprained and in a sling: but the colonel went purposely to call upon him and to shake his other hand, and he begged to be permitted to see Mrs. Hurley, who came in pale and soft eyed, and with a gentle demeanor that touched the colonel more than he could tell. Her check flushed for a moment as he bent low over her hand, and told her how bitterly he regretted that his absence from the post had resulted in so grievous an experience; it was not the welcome he and his regiment would have given her had they known of her intended visit. To Mr. Hurley he briefly said that he need not fear but that full justice would be mated oat to the instigator or instigators of Ops assault; but, as a something to heard a question at which stood still, lf was Mrs. Kayoed: creature was there, was she I tided more like a moan ne said that nothing now could check the turn of the tide in their brother’s favor. AB tho cavalry officers except Buxton, all the infantry officers except Rayner, had already been to call upon him since the night of the occurrence, and ha/1 striven to show how distressed they were over the outrageous blunders of their temporary commander. Buxton had written a note expressive of a desire to see him and “explain,” but was informed that explanations from him simply aggravated the injury; and Rayner, crushed and humiliated, was fairly in hiding in his room, too sick at heart to want to see anybody, and waiting for Hie action of tho authorities in the confident expectation that nothing loss thrip court martial and disgracer would be his share of the outcome. He would gladly have resigned and gone at once, but that would have been resigning under virtual charges; lie had to stay, and his wife had to stay with him. and Nellie with lier. By this time Nellie Travers did not want to go. She had but one thought now—to make amends to Mr. Hayne for the wrong her thoughts had done him. It was t me for Mr. Van Antwerp to come to the wide west and look after his interests, but Mrs. Rayner had ceased to urge, while he continued to implore her to bring Nellie east at once. Almost any man as rich and independent as Steven Yan Antwerp would have gone to tho scene and settled matters for himself. Singularly enough, this one solution of the problem seemed never to occur to him as feasible. Meantime the colonel had patiently unraveled the threads and had brought to light tho wliolo truth and nothing but the truth. It made a singularly simple story, after all; but that was so much the worse for Buxton. The only near relation Mr. Hayne had iii the world was this one younger s: ,er, who six years before had married a manly, energetic fellow, a civil engineer in the employ of an eastern railway. During Ilayne’s “mountain station” exile Hurley had brought his wife to Denver, where far bettor prospects awaited him. He won promotion in his profession, aud was now one of the principal engineers employed by a road running new lines through Hie Colorado Rockies. .Joumey-j*ng to Salt Lake, lie came around byway of YVarrener, so that las wife and lie Plight have a look at the brother she had not seen in years. Their train was due thero early iii the afternoon, but was blocked by drifts and did not reach the station until late at night. Thero they found a note from him begging them to take a carriage they would find waiting for them and come right out and spend the night at his quarters; ho would send them hack in abundant time to catch the westward train in tile morning. He could not come in, because that involved the necessity of asking his captain's permission, and they knew his relations with that captain. It was her shadow Buxton had seen on the window screen; and as none of Buxton's acquaintances had ever mentioned that Hayne had any relations, and as Hayne, iii fact, had had no one tor years to talk to about his personal affairs, nobody but himself and the telegraph operator at tho post really knew of their sudden visit. Buxton, being an unmitigated cad, had put tho worst interpretation on his discovery,and. iii his eagerness to clinch the evidence of conduct unbecoming an officer and a gentleman upon Mr. Hayne, bad taken no wise head into his confidence. Never dreaming that the shadow could he that of a blood relation, never doubling that a fair, frail companion from the frontier town was the explanation of Mr. Hayne's preference for that out of the way house and late hours, he stated Ids discovery to Rayner as a positive fact, going so far as to say that his sentries had recognized her as she drove away in I he carriage. If lie had not been an Jiss as well as a cad, lie would have interviewed the driver of Hie carriage; but he had jumped at his theory, and his sudden elevation to the command of the post gave him opportunity to carry out his virtuous determination that no such goings on should disgrace his administration. He gave instructions to certain soldier clerks ami “daily duty” men employed in th*' quartermaster, commissary and ordnance offices along Prairie avenue to keep their eyes open and let him know of any visitors coming out to Hayne’s by night, and if a lady came in a carriage lie was to be called at once. Mr. Hurley promised that on their return from Salt Lake they would come back by way of Warrener and spend two days with Hayne, since only an hour or two had they enjoyed of His company on their way west; and the very day that the officers went off to the court came the telegram saying the Hurleys would arrive that evening. Hayne had already talked over their prospective visit with Maj. Waldron, and the latter had told his wife: but all intercourse of a friendly character was at an end between them and the Raynors and Buxtons; there were no more gossipy chats among the ladies. Indeed, it so happened that only to one or two people had Mrs. Y aldron had time to mention that Mr. Hayne's sister was coining, and neither the Raynors nor Buxtons had heard of it; neither had Nellie Travers, for it was after the evening of her last visit that Mrs. ai-dron was told. Hayne ran with his telegram to the major, and the latter had introduced himself aud Maj. Stannard to Mrs. Hurley, when, after a weary wait of some hours, the train arrived. Blake, too, was there, on the lookout for some friends, and he was presented to Mrs Hurley while her husband was attending to some matters about the baggage. The train went on eastward, carrying the Held officers with it. Blake had to go with his friends back to the post, aud Mr. and Mrs. Hurley, after the for mer had attended to some business and seciv some railway associates of Iris at the hotel, took the carriage they had had before and drove out to the garrison, where Private Schweinkopf saw the lady rapturously welcomed by Lieut. Hayne and escorted into the house, while Mr. Hurley remained settling with the driver out in the darkness. It was not long before the commanding officer pro tem. was called from the hop room, where the dance was going on .delightfully, and notified that the mysterious visitor had again appeared, with evident intention of spending the night, as the carriage had returned to town. “Why, certainly,” reasoned Buxton. “It’s the very night he would choose, mace everybody will be at the hop; no one will be apt to interfere, and everybody will be unusually drowsy Here was ample opportunity for a brilliant stroke of work. He would flrst satisfy himself she was there, then surround the house with sentries so that she could not escape, while he, with the officer of the day and the corporal of the guard, entered the house and confronted him and her. That would wind up Mr. Hayne's career beyonclquestion; nothing short of dismissal would result. Over he went, full of his project, listened at Hayne's like the eavesdropping sneak he was, saw again the shadow of the graceful form and heard the silvery, happy laugh, and then it was lie sent for Rayner. It was nearmidnight when ho led his forces to the«attack. A light was now burning in the second story, which he thought must ce Sam’s; but the lights had been turned; low in the parlor and the occupants had disappeared from sight and hearing. By inquiry he had ascertained that Hayne's bedroom was just back of the parlor. A man was stationed at the back door, others at the side^ with orders to arrest any one who attempted to escape; then softly lie stepped to the front door, telling Rayner to follow him, and the corporal of the guard to follow both. To his surprise, the door was unlocked, and a light was burning in the hall. Never knocking, lie stepped in, marched ago; but it proved delusive.” And ne sighed deeply. “I had expected to see the major about it the very day he got back from the court; but we have had no chance to talk.” “Mr. Hayne,” she said, impulsively, “a woman’s intuition is not always at fault. Tell me if you believe that any one on the post has any inkling of the truth. I have a reason for asking.” “I did think it possible, Mrs. Waldron. I cannot be certain now; and it's too late, anyway.” “How, too late? What's too later’ He paused a moment, a deeper shadow than usual on his face; then he lifted his head and looked fairly at her. “I should not have said that, Mrs. Waldron. It can never be too late. But what I mean is that—just now I spoke of offering no woman a clouded name. Even if it were unclouded, I could not offer it where I would.” “Because you have heard of the engagement?” was the quick, eager question. There was no instant of doubt in the woman a3 to where the offering would be made, if it only could. “I knew of the engagement only a day ago,” lie answered, with stern effort at self control. “Blake was speaking of her. and it came out all of a sudden.” He turned his head away again. Iv PBE MORNING MEAL. Importance of Beginning the Day in the Right Way. Boarding: House Breakfasts—How a Lady Wrought a Revolution in her Household-Tempting Morning Repasts and Good Health. 8 through the hall into the parlor; which was more than Mrs. Waldron could was empty, and, signaling “Come on” to his followers, crossed tho parlor and seized the knob of the bedroom door. It was locked. Rayner, looking white and worried, stood just behind him, and the corporal but a step farther back. Before Buxton could knock and demand admission,^which was lii3 intention, quick footsteps came flying down the stairs from the second story, and the trio wheeled about in surprise to find [Mr. Hayne, dressed in bis fatigue uniform, standing at tile threshold and staring at them with mingled astonishment, incredulity and indignation. A sudden light seemed to dawn upon him as he glanced from one to tile other. With a leap like a cat he threw himself upon Buxton, hurled him back’ and stood at tile closed door confronting them with blazing eyes and clinching fists. “Open that door, sir!” cried Buxton. “You have a woman hidden there. Open, or stand aside.” ••You hounds! ITI kill the first man who dares enter!” was the furious answer: and Hayne had snatched from the wall his long infantry sword and flashed the blade in the lamplight. Rayner made a step forward, half irresolute. Hayne leaped at him like a tiger. “Fire! Quick!” shouted Buxton, in wild excitement. Bang! went the carbine, and the bullet crashed through the plaster overhead, {iud, seeing the gleaming steel at his superior’s throat, the corporal had sent t he heavy butt crashing upon the lieutenant’s skull only just in time; there would have been murder in another second. The next instant he was standing on his own head in the corner, seeing a multitude of twinkling, whirling stars, from the midst of which Capt. Rayner was reeling backward over a chair and a number of soldiers were rushing upon a powerful picture of furious manhood—a stranger iii shirtsleeves, who had leaped from tho bedroom. Told U3 it was—as it had to be—all over tho department, there seemed to be but one thing to say, and that referred to Buxton: “Well! isn't be a phenomenal ass?” Mr. Hayne was up and around, again. Tho springtime was coming, and the prairie roads were good and dry, and the doctor had told him he must live in the open air awhile and ride and walk and drive. Ile stood in no want of “mounts,” for three or four of his cavalry friends were ready to lend him a saddle horse any day. Mr. and Mrs. Hurley, after making many pleasant acquaintances, had gone on to Denver, and Caph Buxton was congratulating Ii im.self that he, at least, had not run foul of tho engineer's powerful fists, Buxton was not iii arrest, for the case had proved a singular “poser.” It occurred during the temporary absence of the colonel; he could not well place the captain under arrest for things he had done when acting as pest commander. In obedience to his orders from department headquarters, he made his report of the affair, and indicated that Capt. Buxton's conduct had been inexcusable. Rayner had done nothing but, as was proved, reluctantly obey the captain's orders, so he could not be tried. Hayne, who had committed one of the most serious crimes iii the military catalogue—that of drawing and raising a weapon against an officer who was in discharge of Ii is duty (Rayner), had the sympathy of the whole command, and nobody would prefer charges against him. The general decided to have the report go up to division headquarters, and thence it went with its varied comments and indorsements to Washington; and now a court of inquiry was talked of. Meantime poor bewildered Buxton was let severely alone. What made him utterly miserable was tho fact that in bis own regiment, the —th, nobody spoke of it except as something that everybody knew was sure to happen the moment lie got in command, lf it hadn't been that T would have been something else. The only certainty was that Buxton would never lose a chance of making an ass of himself. Instead of being furious with him, the whole regiment—officers and men—simply ridiculed and laughed at him. He had talked of preferring charges against Blake for insubordination, and asked the adjutant what he thought of it. It was the first time ho had spoken to the adjutant for weeks, and the adjutant rushed out of the office to tell the crowd to come in and “hear Buxton's latest.” It began to look as though nothing serious would . ever come of the affair, until .Rayner reappeared and people saw how very 111 he .was. Dr. Peaso had been consulted; and it was settled that he as well as his wife must go away for several months and have complete rest and change. It was decided that they would leave by the 1st of May. All this Mr. Hayne heard through his kind friend, Mrs. Waldron. One day when he first began to sit up, and before he had been out at all, she came and sat with him in his sunshiny parlor. There had been a silence for a moment as she looked around upon the few pictures and upon that bareness and coldness which, do what he will, no man can eradicate from his abiding place until he calls in the deft and dainty hand of woman. “I shall be so glad when you have a wife, Mi*. Hayne I” was her quiet comment. “So shall I, Mrs. Waldron,” was the response. “And isn't it high time we were beginning to hear of a choice? Forgive my intrusiveness, but that was the very matter of which the major and I were talking as he brought me over.*’ “There is something to be done first, Mrs. Waldron,” he answered. “I cannot offer any woman a clouded name. It is not enough that people should begin to believe that I was innocent and my persecutors utterly in error,if not perjured. I must be able to show who was the real culprit, and that is not easy. The doctor stand. She leaned impetuously towards him, and put lier hand on his: “Mr. Hayne, that is no engagement of heart to heart. It is entirely a thing of Mrs. Rayner's doing; and I know it. She is poor—dependent—and lias been simply sold into bondage.” “And you think she cares nothing for the position, the wealth and social advantages this would give her? Ah, Mrs. Waldron, consider.” “I have considered. Mr. Hayne, if I were a man, like you, that child should never go back to him. And they are going next week. Y’ou must get well.” It was remarked that Mr. Hayne was out surprisingly quick for a fellow who had been so recently threatened with brain fever. Tile Rayners were to go east at once, so it was said, though the captain’s leave of absence had not yet been ordered. The colonel could grant him seven days at any time, and he had telegraphic notification that there would bo no objection when tile formal application reached the war department, ltayner called at the colonel's office and asked that he might be permitted to start with his wife and sister. His second lieutenant would move in and occupy his quarters and take care of all his personal effects during their absence: and Lieut. Hayne was a most thorough officer, and lie felt that in turning over his company to him lie left it in excellent hands. The colonel saw the misery in the captain’s face, and lie was touched by both looks and words: “You must not take this last affair too much to heart, Capt. Rayner. We in the —th have known Capt. Buxton so many years that with us there is no question as to where all th© blame lies. It seems, too, lobe clearly understood by Mr. Hayne. As for your previous ideas of that officer, I consider it too delicate a matter to speak of. You must see, however, how entirely beyond reproach his general character appears to have been. But here’s another matter: Clancy’s discharge has arrived. Does the old fellow know you had requested it?” “No, sir,” answered Rayner, with hesitation and embarrassment. “We wanted to keep him straight, as I told you we would, {iud lie would probably get on a big tear if he knew his service days were numbered. I didn't look for its being granted for forty-eight hours yet.” “Well, lie will know it before night; and no doubt he will be badly cut up. Clancy was a fine soldier before he married that harridan of a woman.” “She has made him a good wife since they came into the Riflers, colonel, and has taken mighty good care of tho old fellow.” “It is more than she did in the —th, sir. She was a handsome, showy woman when I first saw her—before my promotion to tho regiment—and Clancy was one of the finest soldiers in the brigade the last year of the war. She ran through all his money though, and in the —th we looked upon her as the real cause of his break down, especially after her affair with that sergeant who deserted. You've heard of him probably. He disappeared after the Battle Butte campaign, and we hoped he'd nm off with Mrs. Clancy; but he hadn't. She was there when we got back, big as ever and growing ugly.” “Do you mean that Mrs. Clancy had a lover when she was in the —th?” “Certainly, Capt. Rayner. We supposed it was commonly known. He was a fine looking, black eyed, dark haired, dashing fellow, of good education, a great swell among the men the short time he was with us, and Mrs. Clancy made a dead set at him from the start. He never seemed to care for her very much.” “This is something I never heard of,” said Rayner, with grave face, “and it will be a good deal of a shock to my wife, for she had arranged to take her east with Clancy and Kate, and they were to invest their money in some little business at their old home.” “Yes; it was mainly on the woman s account we wouldn’t re-enlist Clancy in the—th. YYe could stand him, but she was too much for us—and for the other sergeant, too. He avoided her before we started on the campaign, I fancy. Odd! I can't think of his name—Billings, what was the name of that howling swell of a sergeant who was in Hull’s troop at Battle Butte—time HulDwas killed? I mean the man that Mrs. Clancy was said to have eloped with.” “Sergt. Gower, sir,” said the adjutant, without looking up Irotn his work. He did look up, however, when a moment after the captain hurriedly left the office, and he saw that Rayner’s face was deathly white; it was ghastly. “YVhat took Rayner off so suddenly?" said the colonel, wheeling around in his chair. “I don't know, sir, unless there was something to startle him in the name.” “Why should there be?” “There are those who think that Gower got away with more than his horse and arms, colonel; he was not at Battle Butte, though, and that is what made it a mystery.” “Where was he, then?' “Back with the wagon train sir* and he never got in sight of the Buttes or Rayners battalion. You know Rayner had four companies there.” “I don’t see how Gower could have taken the money, if that’s what you mean, if he never came up to the Buttes; Rayner swore it was there in Hull's original package. Then, too, how could Gower's name affect him if he had never seen him?” “Possibly he has heard something. Clancy has been talking.” “I have looked into thatr” arid the colonel. -“Clancy denies knowing anything—says he was drunk and didn't know what he was talking about.' TO BE CONTESTED. Dyspepsia's victims are numbered by thou-So are those who ERRINGTON has as good boarding houses as the average: but Burlington boarding house keepers, trammeled with incompetent help, often fail to please cither themselves or their guests, and then not every mistress knows what constitutes a tempting table. They have the mistaken idea that good eating means increased expense. This may be true in a degree, but it also means a better class of boarders and increased revenue. But it is not all to be charged to expense. C. A. Creevy in an article copyrighted by the American Press Association and secured for publication in Tue Hawk-Eye. illustrates this in his description of the culinary management in two pri.families..-The first one,- the Richardsons, are wealthy and hospitable. They give elegant dinners and receptions, but their every day table is, to say the least, queer. I know, for I was their invited guest one week. Our dessert was invariably cut up oranges and sugar. I have never wanted cut up oranges and sugar since. But the breakfasts have left a lasting impression on my mind, especially has that of Sunday. First we had a saucer of half cooked oatmeal, and very thin milk. Even the desire to be polite could not induce me to eat mine. Then there were chops and slices cf brown bread. The count was accurate. Chops averaged one apiece, and none over; slices of bread one apiece and one over. Presently Fraifk reached for the one over slice of bread. “Frank,” said his mother reprovingly, “leave one piece for Hannah.” “Why,” said Frank, “can't I have all the bread I want?” But he couldn't, and, like myself, went hungry to church. This is fact, not fiction. Doubtless breakfast is the meal that suffers most from indifferent housekeeping, and many wives sigh for the continental rolls and coffee in place of the substantial meal that custom and climate demand of Americans. Mrs. Plummer, a charming young married woman, told me, with tears in her eyes, that Tom had spoken his first cross word to her—dear Tom, who vowed to love and cherish—and the honeymoon was dimmed and life was dreary. Tom had said that the breakfasts were only fit for a boarding house, aud he might as well not be married. Now, Tom was heartless, but his wife did a brave and good thing. She determined to make a study of ••vcnxfasts and rise above the level of a boarding house keeper. So we talked it over and together made a few purchases. The next morning when Tom came down to breakfast the table presented an inviting appearance. It was covered with a pretty red cloth. At each place were a fruit plate, covered with a rod napkin, and finger bowl. On one side of the plate lay a saucer and spoon; on the other the white napkin, knife, fork, salt bottle and butter plate. In the center of the table was a basket of Newtown pippins, grape fruit and bananas. Tom looked pleased. He was soon in the middle of a crisp, mellow apple, giving small pieces delicately pared to his wife. “How do you cat these things?” said Tom, holding up a grape fruit as big as a baby’s head. “Cut through the middle, across the sections, and give me one half.” Tom did so. “Now look,” and Mrs. Plnmmer dexterously removed the pulp with a spoon into the saucer. “You must not get a seed or any of the white part of tile rind into your mouth. They are very bitter,” continued Mrs. Plummer. “We will have raw apples and grape fruit or oranges every morning, Tom.” The grape fruit is a compromise between a lemon and orange and deserves to be a universal favorite. Tom liked it. After cleansing their fingers and wiping them on the red napkins, the fruit dish, apple parings and all, were removed. Tom took up his morning‘paper to hide the frown of disgust which the thought of half sodden oatmeal had invoked. Tho girl entered with a dish of “rolled wheat,” and a red glass pitcher of cream. “Only the tops of two bottles,” exclaimed Mrs. Plummer. “The rek of the milk is just as good for cooking.” This is the way Mrs. Plnmmer prepared her wheat. A baked bean pot, as it was called, had been purchased on tho previous day. At 3 in the afternoon she put two cups of wheat mixed with one teaspoon of salt, and a quart and a pint of boiling water into this pot. Without covering or stirring it was placed in a hot oven and baked several hours. It was then taken out and allowed to cool. In the morning after the fire was made it was put back into the oven till wanted for breakfast. Then, steaming hot, it was lifted in solid lumps of sweet, tender kernels crowned with two inches of starch or jelly into the dish for the table. “This is the nicest stuff I ever ate,” said Tom as he passed his saucer for the third time. “Really, Milly, I don’t want much else to eat,” added he. “Don't ever feed me upon oatmeal again; it's a plebeian dish beside this.” “And so cheap, too,” murmured Milly; “only two and a half cents for all this.” The last course Of this breakfast was a small rolled omelet, cooked for one minute on the griddle in the fat of bacon. Four eggs well whipped, a little salt and one-third of a cup of milk composed this dish, which would have been far less savory cooked in the usual way as one large, fat omelet. Tom ate his with a crisp slice of bacon and bit of bread and bntter, drank his coffee, then going straight to Milly, took her in his arms, kissed her, and said: “I’m sorry I was cross to you yesterday. You are a first rate housekeeper, and the dearest little,” etc. I know the next time I saw Mrs. Plummer that love had returned. A favorite dish of the Plummers is fish hash. It is prepared by soaking the fish over night, boiling it in the morning with twice as much raw potatoes for half an hour. The water is then drained off; bntter, a tiny pinch of summer car ▼ory and a few drops Worcestershire sauce are added. It is then packed into a frying pan with beef drippings and browned slowly on the range. Mrs. Plummer bought a dozen earthen shells and baked her eggs for breakfast This is her rule: “ Drop an egg into the shell or saucer, sprinkle a little salt and cover with a few finely grated bread crumbs; put a piece of butter in the middle and bake ten minutes in a meat pan ‘wife a little water in it” Oysters and the meat of lobsters can be cooked in these shells. Use a tea- Let the covering cf bread crumbs be thicker than for eggs. Once a week Mrs. Plummer has griddle cakes, tender and light, made of sour milk, soda, salt and flour. Sh? gets her maple syrup in gallon cans. Tom thinks them a sufficiently hearty breakfast withont meat, after the fruit and wheat courses. “Milly. you never have steaks, chops, rolls, ham and eggs, nor fried potatoes for breakfast nowadays,” said Tom after several weeks. “There is not the faintest flavor of a boarding house breakfast about ours. You don’t even have stews, nor hash on toast.” added he enthusiastically. “Whatever is left over I eat for my luncheon when you are not at home. Tom,” was the answer. GOOD ROAD RENDING. How the Highways of France are Kept in Excellent Repair. The Merits of Steam Rollers—The Opinions of a Practical Observer—What a New York Town is Doing— Shape for Road Surface. F« ! MOHAMMEDAN WOMEN IN AFRICA David Her Describes the Jealous Watchfulness They Live l inier. [Copyright by American Press Association.) Tradition tells of an innocent country youth from the west of England who, having made the usual trip to Palestine, and being asked on his return what he thought of the eastern women as compared with those of Europe, answered simply, “Are there any women in those countries? I never saw any there myself:*** This indeed is’wSat- Hie average tourist's experience of Mohammedan ladies usually amounts to, and it is a truly exhilarating spectacle to behold some spruce young spark from London or Paris exhibiting his airs and graces in front of the grated casement which he supposes to mask a group of lovely Gul-nares and Leilas, when tho only woman who is there to look at him is an ugly old black slave without a tooth in her head, who is sweeping out the rooms for the day. In countries like Tripoli, Tunis and Morocco, where Mohammedan bigotry seems to have found its last and most impregnable stronghold, the ^collision of the sex is naturally more rigorous than elsewhere. In every Moslem town of North Africa you see oho huge, massive stone building towering high above the filthy, tumbledown burrows around it, and you are told that tins is the house of some native prince or “Bassah” (grandee), and that behind the small, grated windows which are visible far up in its high, blank, dungeon like wall the imprisoned beauties of his harem are peering out at that mysterious outer world which they, like all oriental women, see only as a peep show. When one of these “little great men” adds another specimen to this museum of caged birds—i. e. takes a new wife—you can, if you choose, witness the greater part of the marriage ceremonies, such as they are. You can see the unfortunate villagers from the bride's native district filing over the hills in a hot and dusty procession, laden with the wedding presents upon which they are forced to waste as much money as a month’s hard labor could earn. You can watch the white cloaked, red girdled horsemen of the Bassah’s guard circling at full gallop around the bridal train, shouting their native war cry and firing their long rifles in tile air, while the clouds of smoke that curl around this demon dance give quite an unearthly aspect to tho dark, fierce faces and tossing arms as they loom spectrally through it. You can look your fill at tho red capped foot soldiers moving in a rhythmic dance before the eyes of their master, in time to the cadence of a slow, dirgo like chant and the deep booming roll of the Moorish drum, tossing their girns into the air and catching them again at every step. But ?ill that you will see of the bride herself is a large covered litter girthed on the back of a horse or a camel, behind the embroidered curtains of which, deafened with tho hideous uproar, sickened by the stench of burned powder, tortured by a splitting headache, and not particularly consoled by the prospect of a life long imprisonment with an ugly old fat man for lier jailer, lies the poor girl in lienor of whose misery all this fuss is being made. To such a pitch of jealous watchfulness is this strange system carried that the mere suspicion of a wish on the part of any foreigner to approach or even to look passingly .at a Moslem woman has often cost that foreigner his life. I myself, while rambling around the outskirts of a mountain fortress among the hills bordering the Sahara desert, happened to follow a goat path which seemed to offer me a short cut back to the town and suddenly found myself in the midst of a native camp which had been pitched in a hollow at the foot of the precipice on which the fortress stood. Instantly a tall, bony, savage looking Arab stalked forth from the nearest, tent, and, with an ominous motion of his gaunt brown hand toward the long dagger in his crimson girdle, Ste oily demanded what I was do ing there. I explained at once, but I could see plainly that the worthy barba rian did not believe a word I said, and that, had lie followed his own inclination, lie would have killed me there and then.    David    Rep*. Kncpisli Women in Public Life. It. seems queer to us, seeing the promi nent part which women take in public affairs in England, that one of thoir chief objections to American women is that they are “bold and forward.” YVhat would Ik? thought of Mrs. Blaine, for in stance, if. during a presidential campaign, she were to preside at a jiolitical meeting, as Mrs. Gladstone has done again and again, during her husband's candidacy? It is no unusual thing for the wives and d augh tors of candidates for parliament to make speeches on the hustings and canvass for votes as openly as their husbands. When the Earl of Compton was standing for parliament from Holbom meetings of women were daily features in the campaign, and women speakers of rank regularly addressed meetings of men in crowded hails. The Primrose league is to the full a3 powerful as any other political club in England, and it is an open secret that Queen Victoria, whose rigid morality refuses to acknowledge any divorce or to receive the wife of a-divorcee, made an exception in favor of the Duchess of Marlborough, because even she could not refuse to oblige the grand dame of the Primrose league, the dowager duchess, who insisted that her daughter in law should be received at court. The Duchess of Rutland is a well known figure in public life, and is constantly presiding at the meetings of societies for the promotion of something or other, while the Princess of Wales and Princess Beatrice lay quite as many comer stones as the Prince*cf Wales, and probably more than the Duke of Edinburgh, who is by no means as obliging as hi3 brother. Mrs. M. P. Handy. ORMER articles iii Tiif. Hawk-Eyf. have considered how country roads can be improved. In this issue we wish to use the republic of France as an illustration how roads may be mended aud kept in repair, and also coelder the steam roller and other appliances for making good roadways. Mr. Joseph W. Pennell gives the following interesting account in Harper s Weekly of road mending iii France: After the road has been constructed comes the important part—the mending of it. As has been said, this is most costly. So marvelously is it done in France that I can scarcely expect any one to believe the statements I am about to make.. Xhe great military roads of France, Lea Routes Nationales, radiate from the large cities like the spokes of a wheel. They are all marked with kilometer stones, a kilometre being about five-eighths of a mile. Tile stones are about two feet and a half high, a foot and a half broad, and a foot thick. As you approach the first stone you will notice on the side nearest you the name of the next important town, with its distance in kilometers and meters. On its face, following tho lines of its semicircular top, you will read grande route number so and so. and below the name of the great city from which it starts and the great city to which it goes, say Paris and Marseilles, and the actual distance to each by this road. On the other side is the distance from t lie large town from which you started. Every hundred meters you will see a neat little white stone with the number inscribed on it. As there are a thousand meters in a kilometer, there are ten of these stones, and when you come to each you can tell exactly tho distance you have made. The fifth stone, which marks the half way distance between tho two kilometer stones, is usually a little larger than the others. As you pass from one of the eighty-six departments of France Into another you will see a larger stone marking tho boundary line and recording the distance to many important points. If the gradient becomes at all iteep, the fact will bo announced somewhat as it is at the side of a railway, and thero are several other marks used by the engineers which I do not understand. On the first house in each village approaching from either end you will find the name of that village clearly written in white letters on a blue ground on a metal plate, the name of the village you have just left, with the distance, an arrow pointing in its direction, tho name of the one you are coming to and the names of the nearest large cities both ways. At all cross roads you will find the same information. The kilometer stones themselves are painted white, and the numbers and names are cut into the stone to protect them from the rain, and painted black. The roadway is wido enough for two or three teams to pass. Beyond is a sweep of beautifully kept grass, and beyond again two great deep gutters, outside of which i3.a bank of earth higher than the fields which it bounds, keeping all the water, if there should be any, back in the fields and off the roads. Every hundred feet or so, cut in the grass by taking the turf out, is a small gutter, through which .any water which may fall in the road is drained into the deeper gutter. As you ride along you will see that the road is divided by movable tin signs with cantonniers on them. Near these signs, which are usually about a mile or two apart, you will find a man breaking stones small enough to go through a two and a half inch ring, piling the broken stone up in a symmetrical mass like a house roof, which must exactly fit into a skeleton frame thecan-tonnier places over it. These stone breakers ara at work spring, summer and autumn. Other men will be picking up the droppings on tho road, putting them in a wheelbarrow, in another part of which is fresh sand to sprinkle over the place, and they carry rakes and brooms to touch up any imperfections on the surface, for such a thing as a loose stone or a lump I of dirt is almost unknown. Having gathered anything which may have fallen from passing carts or wagons— for the horses’ hoofs do not kick up the surface of the road, nor do the wheels grind into it—each goes over the whole of his allotted space with a broom about ten feet long, sweeping off the sand, which is taken away and stored for future use or sold. This is kept up daily from April till October, and so thoroughly that, though I have traveled over tile roads of France in both the wettest and driest summers and autumns, I have never found half an inch of dust or mud on the Grandes Routes. The cantonniers, when any*dis-tance from villages or towns, have houses in which they live, and they go to their work morning and evening between th© magnificent avenues of poplar! in the north, of cypresses in the south, of sycamores, which line so many roads of the Midi. It is absurd to say the roads are like those of a park, for in no park out of France are they canaled. account 150 per cent, would be nearer the correct estimate. We find after five months of wear—and rather trying weather for roads these five months have been—that those sections of the road rolled with steam apparatus are as firm and smooth as when first completed, while the parts rolled with the horse roller are badly rutted, muddy when wet and exceedingly rough when frozen. “These facts are patent to anyone who may have occasion to pass over Cranston road from the city line to a point near the residence of Dr. Simmons, on that street. From the city line to the Arlington Hay and Grain company’s store, the work was done by the steam roller. From the car barn to the point above named, the west side of the road was rolled by steam, the east side by horse roller. Let the public judge between them. “In closing, permit me to suggest that with the ample supply of gravel possessed by the town of Cranston, at least, and a , good steam roller.it is certain that, as good roads can be made as any in the country, and at a comparatively low cost over that of the old faulty, and in the end expensive, way. “I sincerely hope that the town of Cranston will act, as it seems to me it should, in accordance with good judgment, as to the merits of the steam over the horse method, and order a fifteen ton steam perfected roller at its financial meeting hi April next.” What a New* York Town Is Doing. The town of Sweden, Monroe county, N. Y., owns a stone crusher and hires men by the day to run it. Last spring the town appropriated $2,000 to cnish stone, and, to make a rough guess, I think the $2,000 crushed stone enough to make about five miles of perfect road. They set the crusher near stone, which is donated; the town pays for hauling stone to the crusher, ami pays for crushing it; the road districts go and get the crushed stone and lay it. Each road district and individual is greedy to got the stone, and I think that money thus expended goes ten times as far as any other in making highways. In the last three years tho town of Sweden has made about twenty miles of road, so good that a team can haul aa large a load in the open, muddy winter as in summer. The land is clay, and the roads not laid with stone or gravel are simply fearful. It would pay a person to go a long distance to see what bas been done to the roads in the town of Sweden. When the roads are all made with crushed stone and the fences removed from the bleak places whcro the snow drifts, the millennium will not be far away.—Exchange. Man, Not tho Lord, Responsible for Had. At a prayer meeting held in the First Methodist church in Portland, Ore., recently a lady expressed her inability to see why certain things were thus and so, and was especially severe upon Providence for inflicting so much mud upon mankind. Said she: “No matter how much I may clean, my house is continually tracked with mud; my porches are kept in a filthy condition, and it's nothing but mud, mud, mud.” When tho speaker finished the pastor arose and remarked: “I cannot conclude this meeting without saying that God is not responsible for the mud; in fact, if there were no men there would bo no mud. Moreover, in Portland, Ore., where it rains about six months in the year, there is no mud, for the simple reason that they have men there who know enough to make roads.”—Exchange. Unlined Advantages in Missouri. In 1880 or 1881 the board of curators of the Missouri State university passed a resolution providing that any county surveyor and ex-officio roads and bridge commissioner who felt not fully prepared for his position might take the engineering course in the university free of tuition. That the generosity of the board is not taken advantage of, says a St. Louis correspondent, is evidence of the indifference of tho people at large toward the improvement of highways. Th© ground of this indifference is simply ignorance of the advantages of improved roads. When the taxpaying citizenscan see the profitableness of the investment, Missouri will, as in other things, movu to the front in the development of her internal commerce. Tin* Sl7ap« for Road Surface. The shape to lie given a road rut lac© has beon a subject of much discussion. In order to get a good water shed, un essential to long wear, many roads have been made so rounding in the center as to be uncomfortable to vehicles. It is now generally conceded that the cross section should be a curve and that the height of a road should be one-sixtieth of its width, that is, a roadbed thirty feet wide, should be six inches higher in the center than at the sides. THE MERITS OF STEAM ROLLERS. A Comforting Reflection. Th© Dominie (solemnly)—Amid your worldliness and recklessness, young nun, bear well in mind that all flesh is Young Mashemail (rapturously)—Ye©. But, thank heaven! some of it goes to gras© widows!—Pittsburg Bulletin. •To see a working girl devouring a novel by fee kerosene lantern of a horse is a pitiful sight, for her eyes at any Dare in The Pfula- Tl»e Opinions at Which a Practical Observer Has Arrived. In response to a query regarding the relative merits of steam and horse rollers in the building and rebuilding of country roads, Mr. IT. M. Coombs, of Cranston, R. I., recently sent this letter to Mr. W. M. P. Bowen: “DeaB Sir—In replying to your letter I must begin by saying that ray knowledge of roads, like my experience, is very limited, not having given much thought to the subject, beyond a natural love of good roads. That love was early strengthened by my having lived for a number of years in the then town of Waltham, Mass., where, as you must know, poor roads are the exception—especially so within ten miles of Boston. Coming from there to Rhode Island you may be able, possibly, to estimate my opinion of the public roads or highways of the towns in this state as they were twenty-five years ago. But you want my opinion as to the relative merits of steam and horse rollers, for building or rebuilding country roads. Of course, if no other c&n be had, a horse roller is better than no roller, but there is no more I comparison between them than between j the old Franklin printing press and that J from which comes the daily papers to- ! day. “3Iy short experience on Cranston I street, during the past summer, taught I me that in point of economy th© steam j roller was, at first cost, L e., the daily j cost of running it, more than 75 per cent. cheaper than the Mon© If the duality of work i At a recent meeting of the New Jersey board of agriculture Mr. Frank Keefe, of Mercer county, in a paper on road making, recommended that where the expense can be borne asphalt be used; where stone is plenty, a Telford road; where districts are thinly settled, a six inch bed of stone covered with a two inch layer of gravel. He also recommends especial care in maintaining road© after they are built, and suggests the giving of prizes by the state each year to tile counties having the best roads. Connecticut Roads. The total expenditure for roads in Connecticut last year amounted to $1,-156,096.74. The largest amount wa© “pent in New Haven county, being $150,-746. Fairfield county was second, with a total expenditure of $144,362. In Hartford county tho year’s expenditure aggregated $118,018. The total sum expended by the towns in the state for roads during the year was $721,467. In the ten cities then reporting, the road maintenance amounted to $366,733, and the boroughs expended $67,895. Notwithstanding these large expenditures, the im bl ic thoroughfares in Connecticut are in no way as good as they ought to be. The present winter has been the severest in years on the country roads, and from every part of the state there is complaint of mined roadbeds, the wheels of vehicles in the country cutting through the best material used for hardening. which* Transportation Over Bad Road*. “When one thinks of the hnndredsof millions of bushels of wheat grown in this country, practically all of except that saved for seed, has to transported over country roads a < of several miles on the average, and when one adds to that the more I 2,000,000,000 bushels of other grains pro duced annually, a large proportion which is transported over bad roads, the importance of good ways, and the gain arising ing them, become manifest, shonld reflect that the grin would largely to him.”—Henry W. Kratz. Probatory It Wa©. Mrs. McCrackle (reading Here’s an account of a mal through the window. Mr. McCrackle—A ;

  • C. A. Creevy
  • Caph Buxton
  • Caph Ray
  • Frank Keefe
  • Henry W. Kratz
  • Joseph W. Pennell
  • Lea Routes Nationales
  • M. Coombs
  • Nellie Travers
  • Queen Victoria
  • Steven Yan
  • Van Antwerp

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Publication: Burlington Hawk Eye

Location: Burlington, Iowa

Issue Date: May 25, 1890