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Hutchinson News (Newspaper) - July 19, 1890, Hutchinson, Kansas 2 HUTCHINSON DAILY NE^fc: SATCBPA? VnBffM). JTIt 1?. shadow Children, When tbs sub stones then I see Shadows ntKkrrvtvth the ur� Qtldtag merrily trvund, H�rcr matte* any sound, Flajiaff a* ttisir fames, no doobt- OtiMt I do not knew about. All Bay Ie�ht ts^rstber so tightly o'er the ground they fo; Meet and Mparste and meet, tamper down the shadow ctrmt; ! ror an Instant here, and tfaea Jdrt as quleUrfcofefc ftta. When with elooa* tns skta* an gnf In their hooae the ahadowi stay. With their pletdrs books and toys, i like si] oth�rirlrlsajMl 00711 But as soon as shines the sun 1 Out of doora they gWljr run. 1 Bo for hoars they play tmtil Sinks the sun behind the hill; Tben, like me, they go To bed In the tree house overhead, And the winds their cradles swing To the lullabies they slug. -frank DempsUr Sherman In Harper's Young People. _ SYBIL Sybil stood still behind the laurel bushes In the garden of the old homestead, which �be bad inherited with tbo rest of ber large fortune, and ber heart turned to ice wtthln ber bosom, A moment before she bad been tbe happiest of beings, Rure as she wiw of tbe adoration of iho man she loved, as only women of hor anient temperament cad love. Now he listened to bis voice come to ber through the glossy laurel leaves, and heard these words: t "I tore yon, Rose, I love you. I have fought ngainst it, but I have no power to resist my emotions. Why are you bo cruclf" It was to hor cousin Rosa t,h*t Frank Anbury spoke, And Robo answered: "It fs only that you startled me, so. I thought you came to see Cousin Sybil. I believe she considers you engaged to her. I have always thought you were." ' "Have you f" saidPrank Aubury. "Well, I will tell the simple truth; that would have happened if I had not met you. I'm very foud of her yet in a brotherly sort of. way, you know. She's awfully good, and her fortune is not to be forgotten. But I worship you; lamas much in love with you as a man can be with a woman. Yes, if you had uot come I should have married Sybil. But you did come." Sybil turned softly away, thinking how much trouble she had taken to coax ber cousin Rose to come to visit her In quiet old Pnrkertown, thinking that it was all hor own fault that she had been thrown in Frank Anbury's way. Frank was very handsome, and Rose had gu occupation for her idle hours. She had known that ho was Sybil's lover; that If not engaged they understood each other; and she had deliberately gone to work to sob hor of hiB heart. Deliberately. She had seen it, too, and hud trusted him. Perfect love had cast out jealousy. She had landed that Roso might amuse herself witbmit harming her. "Idtotl" she said to herself. "Ah, we pay as dearly for our fully as for our Crimea." And then a stern resolve poa-sewed her. Suffer as Bhe might, no one should know it. She would take the mat-tor into her own hands. That evening she had a conversation with Frank Aubury which sent him from her with his blood boiling. He was ready to jilt her, but he was uot as ready to be Jilted. That is quite another thing. "I've been wrong, I think," she had said, "to let you fancy that I might be won. I have had a fit of remorse about it. I shall never marry a man who cannot give me ' ' ' At first 1 thought you would be ble to do that, but you seem content to where you uro. 1 liko you Hither, but no more, and we Khali bo ids, shall we not? 1 uclvd well, und she made him feel aa that he should, and afterward ^mI to Rose. know why I sent fur you?" she ted to find n wife for Frank fancied he liked me und I L'ed him, but it would never j-and-twenty. I want a man l fancy that I should be un-nbaud were uot somebody." \ve me for telling buch lies," Jauiet moments afterward *"yitb her great agony; is*&,'" -Jjer cousin's them as d she was r present i but that Idieusue f Parents ) brother |a family was hers, vith her ;e, and tow it 1 bo upty of |of Rose; r a little he added |sob-and called ^turn of it needed. Frnnt, in a charming casntDere dressing gown, with the attention of a hair dresser, was handsome once more, and was Rood enough to call Sybil their guardian sngel. A little girl was hired to assist In the ire of the poor baby, and Rose, In her new dress, was perpetually going out to call, to walk, to shop. Sybil kept her pnrss fall, and Frank besought his cousin to stay -to read to him, to sing to Mm. They had a little Upright piano which Hose never touched. She did all he asked, and every hour deepened her thankfulness that she was not bU wife, and added to her disgust for bis contemptible character. Moreover, she exerted herself among some friends she had, and obtained for her eon sin's husband a position which he could fill as soon as his health permitted. Bhe was very anxious to return home-anxious to begin to be happy again, as Bhe could not be where these two unfortunate people quarreled perpetually; but sho resolved not to leave them until her duty was done. Of the climax that approached she did not guess. It came like a thunder clap. - One day as she was Bitting near the window with the baby in her lap-Rose staying unusually long abroad that day-a messenger Iwy brought a note to the door. He gave it to Frank, who opened it, read It and uttered a furious oath. "Read it," he said. Sybil caught the paper that he flung toward hor. It bore these words: There goes bis coach I" "The coach?' 4 *The pro feasor's hearse!" "Oh, my, what a lark it would be->* "Wsll, why not to-night, sb.boysf NoW's our time. What do you say!" A group of half a dosen boys stood in the shadow of one of the white pillared, brick paved, cloister like colonnades, or "rows." watching an old fashioned chaise as it came up the road from tta town, and passed around to the rear of one of the nrofessors' residences-that of Professor I am off. I don't go alone, There are people who think me as charming as ever. I shall be In Europe, and tiring where you can't nod me before you are able to hobble about How horridly you have used me I How I detest you I X hope I shall never see your face agauri Tell dear Sybil that If she wants to be an angel and be carried straight to heaven she will take care of my miserable lltua baby. Elbe can afford It, and It may grow up decent If nbo don in spite of being our child. I had to take tbe money she put in the drawer for the landlady. I Deeded-absolutely needed-a traveling wrap. Oood-by, forever. Thank (foodnessl Rosa And I am not able to follow her to kill them both," gasped Frank. "Ob.myGodl" and he wept with rage and shame. Knowing all she knew, Sybil found it hard to pity him. Still when afterward he asked her if she would take the child under her care Bhe said "yes" for the baby's sake.  *�*� Two years aftor this Fvank Aubury went alowly up the path that led to that pretty homestead on the hill, where behind the laurels Sybil bad listened to his words to her cousin Rose. That was not yet five years ago, but ten should not harechanged ' im >ri. He was thin and woru aud limped little, and his skin w&a gray, and the lank of a man who was dissatisfied with life was in his eyes. He thought how com fortablu all this was as he outercd the broad, well furnished hall, and was shown nto tbo wide parlor in which Sybil sat reading to a pretty little girl. Sybil handsomer than ho ever thought she could be. "My poor girl, 1 suppose," ho wud, looking at the child after Sybil had given him her hand. "Kiss your father, my dear. That is the proper thing, I suppose;" but the child was shy and ran out of the room calling to her nurse. I deserve it," said he. "I never oven named her. What do you call her?" Frank," said Sybil; "Frances she was ihrislened." 'I'm glad it was not Rose," said be. 'Rose Is dead, Sybil. She sent for me to come to her. She died in a hospital-mere wreck." There was silence; then he said: "Sybil, you were my first love, and have never ceased to love you. Rose bowl tchod me, but I repented before our honeymoon was over. Sybil, I love you Btill. Can't you let the past die out of memory? I-I'm not so bud a fellow aa you think." Sybil looked at him gravely. "Stop!" she said. "Long ago when you had mado love to mo very ardently I came to liko you. 1 heard you talking to Rose behind the laurels, and I took my love by the throat and strangled it; and now-look this is my engagement ring. I um to be married to-morrow to oue I uot only love, but csiocm, nnd all memory of tbe past sorrow is hlottJd out. You did not make my poor cousin huppy, Frank; you drov her to her fate. Sbo saved me from much sorrow when she, as you say, bewitched you." There was a pause. "I hope you are getting on well," Sybil said, after a while. Oh, yes," he answered, "if drudgery for bread and butter Gils the bill." Then be arose. "Good-by," ho said. They did not shake hands this time, and neither Sybil nor his little girl ever saw Frank. Aubury aguin.-Toronto MaiL �*'THE OLD COACH. At*�ver&, opehimr,. for mhoad, wef� vealeu in inky sllhonetto against the'sky WING WHISPER^ tbo bold, fantastic outlines of the Ragged! T/*>� wifo of Stuart Robson, the well mountalne-those wild and mysterious known comedian, aied suddenly not Jong hills that inspired Edgar Poo's boyish im- j *^ She had never been an actress, agination with awe, and were recalled by | The Art, Charitable and Beneficial fund him in after yearn as the scene-of one of which was recently organised in Paris is his most thrilling tales. | modeled after the Actors' fund of America. The enthusiasm of the frolicsome stu-| Dunlop's Stage News says that William dents gradually evaporated as they dragged Gill Is writing a new two act burlesque for the*beavy coach along the dusty and grew-some road. FinallyTom-,Ryerv'th*e hiimorist of tht party, called out from behind: False Philanthropy. It is one of the strange inconsistencies of human nature that men prefer to do good through the medium of benevolence rather than through that of justice. It is not uncommon to Und the seller exerting tvery energy to get more than a fair price for his goods, nnd the buyer putting forth equal efforts to obtain them for less than their true value, and yet both subsequently uniting to found some charitable institution, to uphold a church, to promote a reform, to relieve distress. There are men who will grind the faces of the poor in the morning in their business and in the afternoon subscribe a good round sum to provide them with food and (belter. There are women, both wealthy and of moderate means, who will drive a tharp.and hard bargain and will give only smallest possible oum to those whom employ to work for them, yet who willingly give for moretbun they thus when a tide of distress arouses their at hies and excites their pity, be hemes lauthropy cannot atone for uctsof .te,-New York Ledger. Fireproof Wood, v building material known as  Is being introduced by some Dres-Imufacturers, It Is composed of u le of sawduBt und certain chemicals, J formed into plates undur great pres-Without losing the property of ^it possesses tho hardness of Htone, ;prue.tically fireproof, u three Inch ube having failed Jo ta^o lire or bs inter-I tally affected when beatsd in an oven, ,uu to redness, for five hours.-Arkun-...;4{*rttveler Im__ jlrenMVtiruJUotj Will Do It. T John A. Logan says sho has taught f the use of carpenter toohv until uble ft a cj^ftiparil or put a new shelf In ^ '-..ashed one thumb, , crippled two Uu-�s, but persever-l is king.-De- ents for 10 amount *ay the 1 for 1 1* .set lu When the vehicle bad disappeared behind the row the six young students Mun-tered off in pairs to continue their confer-encslnthe seclusion of one of those curious old serpentina brick walls which are counted among the sights of the place. For the scene we are describing was at tbe University of Virginia, at Charlottesville, an Institution with a history. A few miles down the Rlvanna river, under the shadow of the Little Mountain, stood tho colonial homestead whereTnomaa Jefferson was born 147 years ago. The future framer of tbe Declaration of Independence nnd third president of the United States whs, from all account*, an exceedingly live and spirited youth. Ills student days were spent at Williamsburg, the colonial capital of Virginia, down in tbe peninsula or southeastern portion of the state, midway between the York and James rivers. Here was the seat of the renowned William and Mary college, the most ancient institution of learning in thin country after Harvard. "Tom" Jefferson figured prominently in many a college escapade, and In letters of his, which are still preserved, he habitually calls the venerable; town "Devihburgh." WVn JeffersOU fcAcarae a man he realized at least one of the dreams of his youth by acquiring the magnificent lands upon and around Mont Hello (Italian for Little Mountoin^nnd building upon tbe summit the classIg and stately mansion that was his home during the remainder of his long and illustrious life. In the same elegant and substantial style of architecture as his own mansion he drew the plans for what be intended should be the noblest university buildings on this continent. The construction of these buildings, on the opposite edge of Charlottesville from Monticello, Jefferson personally superintended, and watched eagerly from the portico of liis home on the mountain, four or five miles away. He was in every sense of the word the "Father of the University of Virginia"-a title beloved by him and embodied in the simple epitaph prepared by him for his tomb, which even omits mention of the fact that he was president of the United States of America. Considering how much of "Tom" Jefferson's own buoyant personality went into the organization of the university, it is not surprising that traditions of mirth and jollity should have been handed down from one generation of students to another, even unto this day. It has been tbe alma mater of many of the south's most brilliant men. including the poet, Edgar Allan Poe. Each one of these, without a doubt, left the impress of his peculiar personality upon the unwritten chronicles of the institution's merry making, and when on a modern field day or festival you see a rakish looking student wearing a blue ribbon badge with some such mystic inscription as "Eli Banana" you may be sure bo is up to a considerable amount of surreptitious fun. The half doten hopeful youths introduced at the opening of this sketch were riot unworthy inheritors of the traditions or Charlottesville. Two of them carried in their pockets bits of iron that had once been a part of the hour hand of the great clock over the main portico below the dome of tbe rotunda, and which had been purloined iv dead of night at tuo im minent risk of somebody's neck. At least t-hreo of the number could have told-but wouldn't-why the bell sometimes refused to ring, und how it happened that one Sunday morning a live bear was prowling about iu the chapel, and came within an uca of breakfasting upon a doctor of divinity. Not one of the six was .1 stronger upon Vinegar Hill, a locality knnwn to student*, and where the midnight oil is burned not necessarily over books und study. So they stood in tbe curvo of the brick wall aud discussed their plan of campaign with all the directness and audacity of veterans. "The roads are in good condition," one was saying, "and the old trap will ruii easily." "As noiselessly as a ghost," put in Becond. Th�s allusion to supernatural travelers did not set1 in to be relisued by othere of the party, one of whom remarked aa he glanced at the sky: "It won': be pitch dark, will it? We wont to be able -x> see our way, you know." "Oh, don't you fret," spoke out Zach BlaUey, who was apparently the organizer aud leader oi the enterprise iu hand. "The gravestones are white, anyhow, and It'll have to be a pretty black midnight when we can't soe them. Now remember the signal: When tbe tree toad croaks three times you fellows are to glidu like specters from your studious chambers, Hit along under the in!;y shadows of the passages and join me under the old tulip tree bock of the professors' row. Then and there will begin the night's work destined to 00-come historic as The mystery of old \Ws coach.' Let every man do his duty, and mum's the word." Each boy placed his forefinger upon his sealed lips in token of inviolable secrecy, and so they dispersed amidst tbe deepening shades of the somber autumn twiliglt. Just before the stroke of midnight three distressful sounds, which u powerful imagination might possibly have credited to the vocal organs of a very dissipated tree toad, might have been heard-and were heard by at least five pairs of uuxlously listening ears-proceeding from the gloomy shadows of au antique tulip tree that stood a little distance buck of one of the brick ruv/s bounding the lawn, or campus, on each side. A moment or two later live auspicious looking figures emerged from as many different quarters aud made stealthily for the spot where Zoch Ulukcy was impersonating the tree tiMd, "tor this occasion only," with such iudiiferent mucccss. No time was lost in conference. The tiuie lor action had arrived. Tne six students glided on tlptoo Into the shed wuciv repoucd in varnished uiguity the ancient "oue boss sbay" that was the pride of Professor W-'s heart, the wonder of CharloUvsviilo und tin* traditional stock subject for gi he und wit ticisms uuiuug the students at tne university. , "Out withlicrl" One b-iy between the shafts-this was Zach lliikhCy-onu on each side of him, pulling with till their might, and tue otuer three pushing behind. Who would have thought; the old trap so heavy! But they rolled It out of the shed and lowu tlio road beyoud t~ie univeieity products i"i excellent stylo. Then t.�o.� b;\uth-ed more freely, And Zach, the abaft horse, sung out ercoaragloglyi "So far, so Hood, Now we've got ^.r.ln Henry E. Dlxey, In the line of "Rip Van Winkle." It will be called "Rip." "The Nominee," written by LeaodW n ... _ M _ , , Richardson and William said to *m P?�!fIk * �J5 �f T 0n?ht *� J* made an euormojs bit iu Oregon. riding np there on the driver's scat, or else , . , __a Inside, let', take tunm-Hl bo the first." _ A St. Ixmla soctety J*� A general howl of protest greeted this' �ad Examiner's Books LoaD'Eegisters, County Kecoids, Manilla Copy Books, Waid Registration Books, Wbite Paper (Vpy B i-vuia u>*l for 10 words, acuordiug tu tht distu uue. lu ihtf Argentine ItepublJc the toll Is 40 emits i^r 10 w.n-dt, aui *> iwuu tuun ad 'liuouul lu word*. Mother* 011J Children* "The mither's breath Is aye sweet," says a Scotch proverb. Tho same bcniiraout Is less tenderly expressed by a German and a French proverb, "Mother's truth keepscou-Btant youth," Another Scotch proverb U illustrative of the Influence of parental example: "Trot feyther, trot mlther, how can foal amble?" The idea expressed by the English proverb, "The crow thinks her own bird the Oiliest," takes In German the form of "Evory mother** child is handsome," or "No upe but swears he has the finest children." Every mother knows, though many heed not the (act, that unless she transfers some household duties to tbe daughter she encourages her child to grow up In sloth aud Ignorance. An En^linb proverb thus utters the warning: "A light heeled mother makes a heavy bveled daughter."-Youth's Com-pauiou.__ Tbo last member of Nupoleon's "Grand Army" is in uu asylum at Beg^io, luily. lio is mi ItalUn ua:ued Lln;>, bora In iT33, and he U probably the only survivor of Jeua und Friodiaud. It has been estimated that for every 1,000 head of cattlo in Croat Bt-itaia t.ixty-s�veu tuns of beef or veal are annually seut to market, aud for every 1.000 bead of sheep and lambs twtdvo und a half tous uf mut-touorlumi). ] pf The above is only a pan ml list of tbe goods we carry and tbe w oik we ais piepartd to execute promptly. We are making a specialty of Magazine Book Bindingl and we bind Magazines and Law Books in all styles and at lowest'prices. "Vie wibb the pnblic to understand that we are ready and prepared to execute any kind of Printing or Book Workl Have stock forms, but can make special forms to order. We guarantee all work and solicit patronage. Mail Orders Receive Fiompt Attention. Address, NEWS PRINTING AND PAPER 60.. Hutchinson, Kas. 8503 ;