Cheyenne Transporter. (Darlington, Indian Terr.), Vol. 4, No. 10, Ed. 1, Saturday, February 10, 1883 Page: 2 of 10
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TIIK SNOW-FALL.
The snow lias begun in the gloaming
And busily all the night
Had been heaping Held and highway
With a Bilenec deep and 'White.
Every pine and flr and hemlock
Wore ermine too dear for an earl
And the poorest twig on the elm tree
Was ridged inch dec) with pearl.
3Vom sheds new-roofed with Carrara
Came Chanticleer's mullled crow;
The still rails were softened to swan's down
And still lluttered down the snow.
I stood and watched by the window
The noiseless work of the sky
And the sudden Hurries of Bnow-blrds
Like brown leaves whirling by.
I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn
Where a llttlt headstone stood;
How the Hakes were folding it gently
As did robins lhc babes in the wood.
Up spoke our own little Mabel
Saving: "Father who makes it snow"
And I told of the good All-father
Who cares for us here below.
Again I looked at the snow-fall
And thought of the leaden sky
"That arched o'er our first groat sorrow
When the mound was heaped so high.
I remembered the gradual patience
That fell from that cloud like snow
Flake by Hake healing and hiding
The scar of our deep-plunged woe.
And again to the child I whispered :
"The snow that husheth all
Darling the merciful Father
Alone can make it fall."
Then with eyes that saw not 1 kissed her;
And she kissing back could not know
That my kiss was given to her sister
Foldwd close under deepening snow.
James ItiiHscll Lowell.
THE HAND OF FATE.
MARY KVLK DALLAS .IN NEW VOl'.IC LEDUKlt.
When I wns still going to school in
'the graduating class to bo sure and
past sixteen and very large for ray
age four of us made up our minds one
Saturday afternoon to have our for-
tunes told.
There was a gypsy camp out on the
-common beyond the town with vans
tents cauldrons and the whoio para-
phernalia of gipsy life and everybody
walked or roue out to visit it. We
decided to walk as it was a bright
cool day enjoyed ourselves much bot-
'ter than if wo had been cooped up in
the stage or even in a carriage.
It was October. Some of the foilage
had changed color a little and tlicro
wore red and golden tints amongst tho
greens. Now and then the wind shook
tho trees and scattered showers of
leaves upon tho road. Purple asters
and golden rod were still in bloom.
Here and there grew crimson squaw
berries and bitter-sweet burnt like
gold along tho stono fences. Eacli of
us gathered a great bunch and we hold
thorn in our hands as we entered tho
path that led into the hollow where tho
oamp lay. Youn and romantic we
were ready to be delighted with every-
thing with the swarthy gypsy selling
a colt to a stout farmer; with tho old
grandmother dandling a dusky baby
on her knees; and tho dirty biack-
oyod children squatting about every-
where. There wore visitors in plenty and
most of the women were busy telling
fortunes. As wo approached a woman
who had been sitting on a fallen log
iiroso and a man who had been talk-
ing to her pulled his hat over his eyes
and turned away like tho villain in a
molo-drama. Tho woman wore a wido-
brimmod straw hat with a wreath of
artificial tlowors around it. llor hair
was drcssod stiilly in well-oiled
"bands." Sho had on a ilowered
vit;in gown and a little rod woolen
shawl covered hor shoulders. She
certainly was neither young nor boau-
tiful as tho "gypsy maid'1 of song and
drama must inevitably bo; but sho
smiled amiably upon us and calling us
"prolty young ladies1' asked if we
would have our fortunes told.
Claro our spokoswoman declared
that to havo been our intention in
coming and wo soon proved tho truth
of tho adago. "A fool and his money
is soon parted" by dropping each a
dollar into tho gypsy's palm.
"Who shall I begin with pretty
ladies?" asked tho woman. "And will
you have your fortunes told privately
or together?"
Clare answered that wo had no
secrets from each other and that this
young lady" indicating Belle with tho
.point of her pretty parasol "would bo
the first to have a glimpse into futuri-
ty." Belle blushing rosy red put out
her little hand and wo all listened
while tho gypsy told her that some one
with a title a lord or a duke would
cross tho sea to fall in lovo with her;
that sho would live in a palace beyond
tho ocean and be waited on like a
queen. There was more but 1 have
forgotten it. Belle was delighted and
Rose was the next victim
The gypsy told her that she woul
marry a great musician and wo all
laughed for we knew that Mr. Mar-
tolh who taught the piano to the
graduating class was very much in
love with her.
Then Clare seated herself on tho old
log and opened her hand palm up-
ward. It was large and handsome.
Clare was something like "Lady Jane
not nrettv but massive in re
told her that she would be
wife.
Oddly enough it really happened not
a year afterwards. Wo were all at the
wedding. Tho next day Colonel V
rode out of tho town at the head of
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his regiment. He nevrv
oame
back.
Clare wears her widow t. van lor him
yet and his miniature lies over her
heart day and night forever.
But whoro havo I strayed to? Let
mo xo back to the bright autumn dav.
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o
and tho gypsy camp and tho four
school-girls half mocking half believ-
ing very merry and a little frightened.
It was my turn and I sat before the
dark hard-eyed woman with a face
like a smiling ogress carved in black
walnut and listened as she peered at
tho lines in my palm.
"You are a tall young lady Miss"
she said at last; "but you go to school
yot. You arc fond of music and you
have an cldcrlygcntleman relation who
takes you out a good bit to places of
amusement and the like. I don't see
whether it's your papa or your grand-
pa but it's a relation."
This was so true that I enmo near
crying out "It is Uncle Henry" but I
bothought myself in time.
"You wear blue a good deal" she
went on "and you have a blue fan. At
a concert one ovoniug you dropped it.
The gentleman who picked it up is to
bo your husband. The stars say so."
"How white you turn Essie" cried
Clare.
"I feel faint" I said. "It's true 1
dropped a blue fan at the opera when
Patti sang Traviata and a gentleman
picked it up but I should not know
him from Adam."
"You'll meet him again however
Miss" said the gypsy. "Some Sunday
at church ho will hand you a prayer-
book with the placo marked with a
ilowcr; when you see that you will
know your fate has come. His (irst
name is llobin. He has black eyes
black hair and a dimple in his chin
doep enough to put your linger in;
and ho wears a mustache."
I had certainly had enough for my
dollar. We all walked home together
rather seriously but in a day or two
the impression passed away and we
almost forgot 'how strong it had been.
The rest of October
was
was veiw un
pleasant. We had prayers in the school-
room instead of going to church. But
on the first Sunday in November the
sky was blue and tho air clear and we
all set forth for church together.
It so happened that there were four
new scholars and the scats belonging
to the school wcro full four of us were
left over to claim the courtesy of our
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pew occupied only by ono old lady and
as my prayer-book was in tho school-
rack I had none and did not like to
help myself without invitation. As I
hesitated a book was passed to mo
from the pow behind me.
"This is the placo" said a charm-
ing voice and as 1 bowed my thanks
I saw that the page was marked with a
pressed daisy.
Instantly the visit to the gipsy camp
and the fortune toller's prophecy
rushed into my memory. I could not
havo helped looking at the pow behind
if my life had depended on it. I act-
ually turnod my head and looked full
at the gentleman who had
the book.
He had black hair and eyes a long
mustache and a dimple on his chin that
you could put your linger in.
Tho congregation were rising; 1
arose too. I hold the book in my
hand and softly turned to tho ily-loaf
given mo
before the title-page. A name
written there llobin Armytago.
Who can blame me if I said to
myself: "Certainly I havo met my
fate at last."
It is vulgar to "flirt" wrong to
make acquaintance without introduc-
tion but it was all Robin's fault.
When he held his umbrella over me
one rainy day; when he met mo as I
went sliopping for Berlin wool for
my afghan and walked with mo and
talked; when old Billberry who made
the liros for the school came upon
me in the tho garden one moining and
pointing to a gentleman where he had
no business to be looking over the
fonce said: "Look here Miss. This
here is Mr. Robin Armytago. Proud
to make you knowed to each other"
who could go against fate? And so I
had the impudence to introduce him to
undo in tho holidays and in three
months wo were engaged. I graduated
left school and soon after married
Robin and was as happy as a bird or
a butterfly or a squirrel.
I had told Robin about tho gypsy of
course and ho had agreed with me
that it was all very wonderful so often;
and at last one bright spring evening
as we walked together I spoke again
of tho strange prophecy and particu-
larly of the fact that the gypsy had
known his name and I was growing
a little excited over it all when Robin
put his arm about my wafcl and drew
me close to him.
"My darling" he said "I can't de-
ceive you any longer. There was no
prophecy about it whatever. I had
been in love with you for weeks had
watched jou everywhere and fol-
lowed you to tho camp. I paid the
gipsy live dollars to say just what I told
her and gave the old sexton two to get
me into the pewbehindyou. Of course
1 also bribed Billberry. All is fair in
lovo as in war. You forgive me don't
you?"
For a little while I wouldn't but at
last 1 gave in. One must you know.
"I thought it was the hand of fate that
guided me" I said "or I'd never have
spoken to you or let Billberry introduce
you or deceived uncle."
"It was all very wrong I know"
Robin answered. "It would have been
very shocking if it had been some oth-
er fellow but you see it was I."
Yes it was him. That seemed to
make all the difference.
"O Robin tho hand of fate was in it
I believe after all."
HOUSEHOLD NOTES.
JUurtleiiKome Millions.
Chicago Inter Ocean.
The marble palace on Fifth avenue
New York which was erected by the
late A. T. Stewart at a cost of
$1000000 and which contains paint-
ings and statuary valued at an equal
sum not to mention the clabor
ate furniture the golden chandeliers
and other items that are worth for-
tunes is but a mausoleum now. The
widow occupies it alone for she has no
one whose society she onjoys. Her
niece who lived with her for a time is
married and remains in Europe for
she is said to dread the lonesome house
where the window-curtains have not
been raised for years and which to all
outward appearances is unoccupied.
But Mm. Stewart a weak and withered
old woman lives there attended by an
army of servants. She never goes out
but to visit tho house of Judge Hilton
her husband's partner and executor
and lives in deadly fear lest some ruf-
fians may steal her and hold her for
ransom as thev did her husband's
bonosr Sho r0trenst5srsTTmaTiyrreff??infr
and threatening letters that she no
longer opons her own mail but it is all
sent to Judge Hilton to read and
assort who sends her such letters as
he thinks she would like to see. She
very often takes her meals at his house
which is only a few doors away but
never goes even that far without being
attended by two trusty servants. lie"
millions arc burdens to her and her
life could not be more unhappy than it
is. Her old friends attempted at one
timo to persuade her tore-enter society
and she tried it but found no enjoyment
and relapsed into seclusion.
A Philadelphia firm has sued the "Western
Union Telegraph eompany for damages for
mlsscndlng u cipher telegram. The tclepram
consisted of the word "ongeowcox" and it
road when received "ongcowcegx" and re-
sulted in the shipment of goods of an entire-
ly dill'orent character from those desired.
Fruit Puddings. A good plain
fruit pudding is mado of ono cup of
sugar half a cup of butter and two
eggs. Beat them all together then add
a cup of sour milk one teaspoonful of
soda dissolved in hot water and stirred
in the milk three cups of Hour and one
cup of raisins; addspico to suit your
taste; a little mace is a favorite flavor-
ing with some cooks for this pudding.
Put in a pudding dish and steam for
two hours. Serve with wino sauco or
with ordinary pudding sauce. Take
pains to leave no lumps of Hour in tho
batter. If simple and commonplace
dishes are made with caro they are
often more acceptable than man'
more elaborate dishes carelessly thrown
together.
o
Che am Piturr Cake. A rich cake
which is perfectly delicious is made
by beating together half a pound of
butter and three-quarters of a pound
of sugar. Beat these till they are both
white and light. Beat tho whites and
yolks separately of seven eggs stir the
yolks and a small wine glass of brandy
in with the butter and sugar; then add
the whites of the eggs half of three-
quarters of a grated nutmeg and a
pound and a half of Hour; and lastly
stir in nearly a pound of seeded and
chopped raisins and a half a pint of
thick sweet cream. Bake in one or
two tins. Line the tins with paper the
sides as well as the botton as the cake
is so rich ther is danger of its break-
ing when lifted out.
Coj?fek Cake. Coffee cakes for
breakfast arc made by beating three
coos very light and adding two cups
of brown sugar one cup of butter one
cup of sweet milk ono teaspoonful of
soda two tcaspoonfuls of cream of
tartar or if you prefer use two heap-
ing tcaspoonfuls of baking powder;
the cakes are not so likely to dry soon
if the soda and cream of tartar are
used. Make a stiff dough by knead-
ing in sifted Hour then roll it out to
about half an inch in thickne s sift
ground cinnamon jmkI a lit tie powdered
sugar over it roll it up as if for jelly-
rolls and cut off slices half an inch
thick clip in granulated sugar and
bake in a tin which you have lirst
buttered well and then scattered Hour
over.
Apple Pudding. An excellent and
delicato apple pudding is made by fol-
lowing these directions: Mix two ta-
blospoonfuls f arrowroot with one
pint of cream do not use milk if you
can possibly get cream; stir in two la-
blespoonfuls of sugar; let this boil
gently stirring it constantly for three
or four minutes not longer; mean-
while slice some tart apples very thin
and put in a pudding dish with sugar
and little lumps of butter between the
layers of apple. When the arrowroot
aiid cream have done boiling pour
them over tho apples and set the dish
in tho oven; with even and moderate
heat the pudding will need to bake for
half an hour though not longer. If
you havo been as generous as you
should have been with the butter and
sugar no sauce is required or expected
with this pudding.
Apuicot Ice. A delicious ice is that
llavored with apricots. The canned
ones when good answer every pur-
pose. To the juice of two lemons' al-
low seven or eight apricots or possibly
ten if they are small; remove the
skins and blanch and pound to a paste
a few of the kernels. To this add half
a pint of water and two ounces of
sugar. Let this stand in an earthen
jar or punch-bowl for an hour and a
half; then strain it. After it is strained
stir in the whites of three eggs beaten
to a firm froth with four ounces of
powdered sugar beaten in with them.
Freeze. To serve with tho rich cake
tho recipo for which is given this week
nothing can bo more appropriate at the
close of an afternoon lunch; and by
tho way one o'clock is the hour par
excellence for the fashionable lunch
party though it is usually served a
little later.
Oystors are becoming scarce lu Chesa
peake bay. Until within the last two or three
years two men could gather fifty bushels in
day but now the quantity doss not often ex
ceed ten bushels.
Theodore G. Ellis who wascolonol of the
14th Connecticut volunteers mid served on
General Hancock's stair at Gettysburg died
a Hartford tho 10th Inst. JBUUri lutu
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Maffet, Geo. W. Cheyenne Transporter. (Darlington, Indian Terr.), Vol. 4, No. 10, Ed. 1, Saturday, February 10, 1883, newspaper, February 10, 1883; Cheyenne and Arapahoe Agency, Darlington, Indian Territory. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc70553/m1/2/: accessed May 3, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.