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Hutchinson News (Newspaper) - July 20, 1890, Hutchinson, Kansas SHADOW CHILDREN. W&ea lha sun �Mm* then r fbaflW ndWfttMlt the irre mill �**TQr arvuiM), Mtvfr.toafrtajr MOT *OnBU, ffnjttft st'tbsn1 games, ito doubt- (asms* I Ao sot know abour. 3 cay loan together ao �t^r 9sm iha fromw* go; 1 and separate and meet, ttpav down the abadow ivreet', Tor an liMUiit hem, aad then Jmt aa qvicklj Ron* afaia. When with clouds the sklea are gray la their bona* Dm shadows stay, WNh their picture books and loja, Uka all �tbar flrta and boy*; that as soon aa shine* the tun Out of doom they tladly run. 80 for bcura they play unlU Sinks the aun behind (be hlU; Then, like me, tliey $o to bed In the tree house overhead, And the wind* their cradles tiding To the tunable* thnjr alng. �� Utanlt Dempster Sherman In Hnrper'n Youag People. SYBIL Sybil stood still behind (lie laurel bnahM to the garden of the old homestead, which she had inherited with the rest of her large fortune, and her heart turned to ico within her bosom, A moment before she had been tbe happiest of beings, sure a* she was of the adoration of the man she loved, &* only woisen of her ardent temperament can lore. Now �belistened to bis voice come to ber through the gloss; lanrel leaves, nnd beard theae words: "1 love you, Rose, I love you. X have fought against it, but I have no power to resist my emotions. Why nre you so cruel?" It won 10 her cousin Hose that Frank Anbury sjmkc, and ltono answered: nIt Is only that you Rtartled me ho. 1 thought you ramo to see Cousin Sybil. I bellevo sho considers yon engaged to her. 1 httfe always thought, you were." "HaveyouV'saldFrankAubury. "Well, I will tell the simple truth; that would have happened if I had not met you. I'm very fond of her yet in a brotherly aort at way, you know. She's awfully good, and her fortune 1* not to be forgotten. But I worship you; lamas much in love with you as a man can be with a woman. Yes, If yon had not coma I should have married Bybil. But you did come." Sybil tnrned softly away, thinking bow much trouble aho had taken to coax her cousin Rose to come to visit her In quiet, old Parkcrtown, thinking that it was ali her own fault that b!i� hod been thrown in Frank Anbury's way. Frank was very handsome, and Roso had an occupation for her idle hours. She had known that he waa Sybil's lover; that If not engaged they understood each other; and ftbo hod deliberately gone to work to Bob bur of his heart. Deliberately. She had seen it, too, and had trusted him. Perfect love had cast out jealousy. She had fancied that Rose might herself without harming her. "IdioU" sho said to herself. "Ah, we pay aa dearly for our folly as for our crimes." And then a stern resolve possessed her. Suffer as she might, no one should know it. Sho would take the matter into her own hands. That evening she had a conversation with Frauk Aubury which sent him from her with his blood boiling. He was ready to jilt her, but he wan not ns ready to be flltcd. That Is quite another thing. "I've been wrong, 1 think," sho had said, "to let you fancy that I might be won. 1 have had a fit of remorse about it. I shall never marry a man who cannot give me position. At first I thought you would be able to do that, but you seem content to stay where you art. I lika you as a brother, but no more, and we shall bo friends, shall we not?" She acted well, and she made him feel as aho desired that bo should, and afterward �he talked to Hone. "Do you know why I sent fur jouf" t>ha aid. "I wanted to find a wife far Frank Aubury. Ho fancied ho liked me and I had encouraged him, but it would never do. 1 am flve-and-twenty, I want a man Wof position, 1 fancy that I Hhould bo unhappy my husband wminot somebody." "[Heaven forgive me for telling such lies," ^said iu the quiet moments afterward 2 she was alone with her great agony; ^hare saved my pride," ^waa married from her cousin'a |d Byhil threw rico after them as 1 into the carriage, nnd ahe was |1 the gay pJirty, and her present iwm tho handsomest; but that \he hid the last guest adieu she ^home was desolate. Parents ^had none; an only brother xnd had a large family 'tftil home was hers, tdwell with her j^HH large, and Lto bestow it Ivould be aa empty of of Rose; ffor a litUo \ she added [loses-and bo called I to return 7�plaint of cful mk- 1 ly friend 1 that I cant U wwA r reoaivs K needed. Frank, in a charming caanmfire dressing gown, with the attention of a hair dresser, waa handsome once more, and �ms good enough to call Sybil their guardian angva. A little girl waa htm) to assist In the care of thni poor baby, and Rose, In her new drens, was perpetually going out to call, to walk, to shop. Sybil kept her puree fall, and Frank besought hia cousin to stay -to read to blot, to sing to hint. Thaj bad a l'ttle upright piano which Rose never touched. She did all he asked, and every hour deepened her thankfulness that she was not his wife, and added to her disgust for his contemptible character. Moreover, she exerted herself among some friends ahe had, and obtained for hat cousin's hnsband a position which he could fill aa soon as hia health permitted. She was very anxious to return home-anxious to l>cgtn to be happy again, as she could not be where these two unfortunate people quarreled perpetually; but she resolved not to leave them nntil her duty waa done. Of the climax that approached ahe did not guess. It came like a thunder clap. Ono dny as she was sitting near the window with the baby In hor lap-Rose staying unusually Jong abroad that day-a messenger boy 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 her. It bore theso words: I am off. 2 don't go aloft*. There are peopls who think ma aa charming as ever. X ahall be la Europe, and living where you can't find me before you are able to hobble about Bow horridly you hare used in el How I drffftyoul IhopeXahall nover aee your face agaufT Tell dear Sybil that If she wants to be an angel and be carried atralgfct to hearen ahe will take care of tny miserable UtUo baby. She can afford it, and It may grow up decent It she does In spite of being our child. X had to take tbe money she put lit tho drawer for tbe landlady. I needed-absolutely needed-a traveling wrnp. Uwd*by, forever. Thank frootloe**) Rosa "And I am not able to follow her to kill them both," gasped Frank. "Oh, my God!" and he wept with rage and shame. Knowing all she knew, Sybil found It hard to pity him. Still when afterward he asked her it she would take the child under her care sho said "yes" for the baby's sake. o � a t o #  Two years after this Frank Aubury went slowly up the path that led to that pretty homestead on tho hill, where behind the laurels Sybil had listened to his words to her cousin Rose. That was not'yet five years ago, but ten should not havechanged liim so. He waa thin and worn and limped a little, and hi? skin was gray, and the look of :i man who was dissatisfied with life wits in his eyes. Ho thought how comfortable all this was an he entered the broad, well furnished hall, and was buowh into tho wide parlor in which Sybil sat reading to a pretty little girl. Sybil handsomer than be ever thought she could be. "My poor girl, I suppose," he said, look* ing at the child after Sybil had given him her hand. "Kiss your father, my dear. That is the proper tiling, 1 suppose;" but the child was shy and ran out of the room calling to her nurse. "I deserve it," wild he. "I never even named her. What do you call her?" "Frank," said Sybil; "BVauccs she was christened.1' "I'm glad it was not Rose," said he. "Rose la dead, Sybil- Sho sent for mo to come to her. She died in a hospital-a mere wreck." There was silence; then ho said: "Sybil, you were my first love, and I have i\ever ceased to love you. Rose be-witcbt�l me, hul I repented before our honeymoon was over. Sybil, I love you still. Can't you let tbe past die out of memory' I-I'm not so bad a fellow as you think." Sybil looked at him gravely. "Stopl" she said. "Long ago when you had made love to me very ardently I came 'to like you. I heard you talking to Rose behind tho laurels, nnd I took my love by the throat and .strangled It; and now-look -this is my engagement ring. I am to be married to-morrow* to one I not only love, but esteem, and all memory of tbe past sorrow is blottod out. You did not make my poor cousin happy, Frank; you drove her to her fate. She saved me from much sorrow when bhe, as you Bay, bewitched you." There tpob a pause. "I hope you are getting on well," Sybil said, after a whila. "Oh, yes," he answered, "if drudgery for bread and butter iills the bill." Then he arose. "Good-by," ho said, Tbey did not shake hands this time, and neither Sybil nor bis little girl ever aaw Frank Aubury again.-Toronto MaiL False Fbtlanthropy. It is one of the Htrange 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 nnd the seller exerting every energy to get more than u fair price for hia goodA, and the buyer putting forth equal efforts to obtain them for U>*a than their true value, and yet both BubBoquently uniting to found Home charitable institution, to uphold a church, to promote a reform, to reliuve distress. There are men who will grind ^he faces of tbe poor in the morning in their business and m tbe afternoon wubacribe a gtod round eum to provide them with food and ihelter. There are women, both wealthy and of moderate means, who will drive a lharp and hard bargain and will give only Uieamalleat possible sum to those whom they employ to work for them, yet who wiU willingly give far more than they thus tave when a tale of distress arouse* their lympathiea and excites their pity. Schemes of philanthropy cannot atone for acta 0/ Injustice.-New York Ledger. Fireproof TFuod. A new building material known aa rylolithe lu being introduced by some Drea-leu mauufacturera. It is composed of u ' 'xture of uawdust and certain chemicals, � i& formed into plates undwr great prea-Without losing the property of it pooseaaetf the hardnetis of atone, . practically 11 re proof, a three inch Aving fulled to toko Ore or be in tor-affected wbon heated in an oven, o redness, for five hours.-Arkua-iVelor Fere***nance Will Do U. fa. John A. Logan eaya aba baa taught elf the uaaof carpenter tools until able 7 bJHuild a cupboard or put a new ahelf la .jMwMitry, She ar.ashed one thumb, n, a |ib>|f tin other half off, crippled two flail jipuulWe^ockad her knees, but persever-L'*,r* 1 tho nan and the jack plan* la kinjg.-Da-l^jh*^^.'** Preaa.__ (onduwa tue udl is 25 cents for 10 _ rlt words, and double that amouut ^*gU�h words. $*iamqr1(, Sweden and Norway the �to for 10 worda, aud 1.94 fur uUful necklace* is \diamoiidu set In Quo golJ cuoiu h*-ionj auj pods a pule Lu*> of see-lis a hirm� fcl Je pent:- THE OLD COACH. "There goe* hia coach 1" "The coach!" "The professor's hearw!" "Oh, my, what a lark it would be--" "Well, why not to-night, eh, boysf Now's our time. What do you aayt" A group of half a doaan boy* stood in the shadow of one of the white pillared, brick pared, cloister like colonnades, or "row*." watching an old fashioned chaise, a* it came op the road from the town, and passed aronnd to the rear of one of the p^rofeaaora' residences-that of Profeaaor When the vehicle had oiaappeared behind the row the six young students sauntered off in pairs to continue their conference In the seclusion of one of those curious old serpentine brick walls which are counted among the slghta 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 Rivanna river, under the shadow of the Little Mountain, stood the colonial homestead where Thomas Jefferson was born 147 years ago. The future framer of the Declaration of Independence and third president of the United States was. from all accounts, an exceedingly live and spirited youth. Ilis student days were spout at Williamsburg, the colonial capital of Virginia, down in the peninsula or southeastern portion of tha state, midway between the York aud Jama* rivers. Here was the seat of the renowned William and Mary college, the most ancient institution of learning In thia country after Harvard. "Tom" Jefferson figured prominently in many a college escapade, and in letter* of his, which are still preserved, he habitually calls the venerable town "Devilsburgh." When Jefferson became a man he realized at least one of the dreams of hia youth by acquiring the magnificent lands upon and around Montlcello (Italian for Little Mountain), and building upon the summit the clastic and stately mansion that was bin home during the remainder of his long and illustrious life. Iu the same elegant aud substantial style of architecture as hia own mansion he drew the plans for what he Intended should be the noblest university bulldluga on thin continent. The construction of these buildings, on tbe opposite edge of Charlottesville from Montlcello, Jefferson personally superintended, and watched eagerly from the portico of his home on the mountain, four or five milea away. He was la every sense of the word the "Father of the University of Virginia"-a title beloved by him nnd embodied in tho simple epitaph prepared by him for hia tomb, which even omits mention of tho fact that ho was president of the United States of America. Considering how much of "Tom" Jefferson's own buoyant personality wont into lliv- organisation of tho university, it is not surprising that traditions of mirth and jollity should have Imxmi bauded down from one generation of students to another, oven unto this day. It ban lasen the alma mater of many of tho south** most brilliant men, Including the poet, Edgar Allan Poo. Each one of these, without a doubt, left the impress of hi� peculiar personality upon tho 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 snch mystic inscription as "Eli Banana" you may bo sure he la up to a considerable amount of surreptitious fun. The half dozen hopeful youths introduced at the opening of this sketch were not unworthy inheritors of tho traditions of Charlottesville. Two of them carried in their pockets btta of iron that had once been a part of the hour hand of tho great clock over the main portico below the dome of the rotunda, and which had been purloined a/ dead of night at the imminent risk of somebody'!* neck. At least three of tho number could have told-but wouldn't-why the bell sometimes refused to ring, aud how it happened that one Sunday morning a live bear wsis prowling about iu the chapel, and cnun* within nn acc of breakfasting upon doctor of divinity. Not one of the six was astmuger upon Vinegar Hill, a locality known to students, and whi're the midnight oil is burned not necessarily over books aud study. So they �tood in tbe curve of the brick wall and discussed their plan of campaign with all the directness and audacity of veterans. "The roods are in good condition," one waa Baying, "and the old trap will run easily." "As noiselessly as a ghost." put in second. This alluftion to supernatural travelers did not weem to be relished by others of the party, ono of whom remarked as he glanced at the sky: "It won't be pitch dark, will it? We want to be iible to st* our way, you know." "Oh, don't you fret," spoke out Zach Blakcy. who ww apparently the orgauizcr and leader of tho enterprise in hand. "The gravestones are white, anyhow, and it'll have to bo a pretty black midnight when wo can't see them. Now remomberthe signal: When tho tree toad crocks throe timeH you fellows nre to glide like spectcro from your studious chambers, Hit along uu rier and Woolson Morse, and the dialogue Is an adaptation from the French by Mr. J. Cheever Goodwin, of Now York, in collaboration with Mr. Wilson. The opera will be brought out some Urn* In August. "Judah," recently performed for the first time In London, is said to bo a remarkable play. Mile. Rhea has mad* more money in real state than ah* has mad* on the tag*.__ JAMES STANSBURY. Tha Oniman Who Defeated O'Connor for the World'* Championship. James Stanabury.who defeated O'Connor recently on the Paramatta river for tha championship of the world, It seems was in a scheme to keep that honor in Australia if possible. The same parties who backed him are behind Kemp, and they decided to put Kemp against any Australians who wanted to row for the title and let Stana- Let the Cat Out of tbe Bag* Little Maude-How can money fly, Mr, Gulden? It hain't gotwinga. Mr. Golden-Why, what makes you ask such a question, Maudyf Little Maude-Only 'cause, I heard Bister Pearl say she'd make your moaey fly when she got you.-West Shore TELEGRAPH TOLLS. In the United Kingdom the toll ia sixpence for 13 words. In Guatamola the toll is 25 cent* for 10 worda, exclusive of the address. .. , In Japan the toll la 4 cents per word* including the address and signature. In Italy the toll iu 20 cent* for IB w*rd: 10 v > oiutb ad tames STAJJSBtfBT. bury row O'Connor. Kemp defeated hia two rivals Mattereon and Mcl*ean. It war the plan to have Kemp meet O'Connoi should Stansbury fail to defeat him. Stansbury was born in the Schoolhaven district '22 years ago, and for the past two years he has been regarded as u very promising sculler. Jan. II), 1887, he won tbe Lake Bathnrst handicap race, with 40 seconds start, defeating Kemp and Matterson, who fouled after rowing half the distance. July 13, 1888, he rowed Henry Searle for the championship and $500 a side, and was defeated. In September, 1888, he was defeated in a three-cornered race by Beach. Dec. IS, 18S8, be waa defeated In the great aquatic carnival. Women More Economical Thau Men. A Washington street banker says: "My observation brings me to the conclusion that women who are thrown on their own exertions manage better than men, and will KiWc a little out of a small Incomo where a man would givonp or commit suicide. A man thinks it beneath his nuiu-hood to make a leas deposit than ��, A poor woman with two or three children to support will wash, iron, cook and nurm\ take m from $0 to (10 a week for the same, support her little household, buy ber children au occasional toy or a little candy, keep her houBo looking tidy, herself presentable, pay her rent aod make a here weekly of from GO cent-? up to $L We have several such depositors In this bank. I never see one of those pale faced, tired out looking women at tbe window that I do nut feel like going out and sayksg something to encourage her. "I don't have much time to read, but I do not believe there are any such stories in print as I could tell you, if it were proper tc do so. Women stand misfortune better than men. That Is my observation. I was In one of the savings banks that went under In this city several years ago. The poor women who wore the losers were the hero-lues. While some of the men who lost raved, went mad and some committed suicide, the poor women went on silent and sorrowful, iwginning life again penni-leas."-Chicago Tribune. KaUi Flobt Mnkct � Correction. At her literary work Miss Field nowadays wears a bright red satin dress reformed after ber own ideas, and touched up with frills and shells of soft lace.-Exchange. 1 wish the chiel that takes notes would be just a trifle more in love with the truth. I never bad a "bright red satin dress," "reformed" or otherwise. I don't think a bright red satin dress could be reformed except by annihilation. I utterly loathe bright red satin, and wouldn't wear It under any consideration. Bright red satin might be possible for some women in a ballroom or on the stage, but for a working gown it is the wont taste conceivable. In addition, bright red satin Is horribly nnbecomiug to ninety-nine women out of * hundred. I am not the hundredth. May this well meant but exasperating paragraph, which has pursued me for months and given me several indigestions, now bo buried beyond the possibility of resurrection, even on the day of judgment, -Kate Field. Mothora and Child res. "The uiither'n breath Is aye sweet," says a Scotch proverb. The same sentiment is leas tenderly expressed by a German and a French proverb, "Mother's truth keeps constant yontb." Another Scotch proverb is illustrative of tbe Influence of jpartmtal example: "Trot feyther, trot mltBer, how can foal amble*" The idea expressed by the English proverb, "The crow thinks her own bird the fairest," takes In German tbe form of "Every mother's child Is bandaome," or "No ape but swears he has tbe finest children." Every mother know*, though many heed not the fact, that unless she transfers some household duties to the daughter she encourages her child to grow up in aloth and ignorance. An English proverb thus utter* the warning; "A light heeled mother make* a heavy hveled daughter."-Youth's Companion. Tha last member of Napoleon'* "Grand Army" lain an asylum at Reggio, Italy, lie ia on Italian named Lino, born (n 1785, and he U probably the only survivor of Jena and Friedland. It ium been estimated that for every 1,000 bead of cattle in Great Britain *ixty-�even ton* of beef or .veal are annually wmt tc loarket, and for every 1,000 hood of sheep and lamb* twi'lve and a half sou* uf mutton or lamb. ;