Home, Field and Forum (Guthrie, Okla.), Vol. 4, No. 7, Ed. 1 Wednesday, July 1, 1896 Page: 11 of 16
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THK HW4LLOW.
I ilolf my lutt to tin- robin.
And I Hill* a kin* to tin wron,
Tl t thriwh'# hoiik hHh n y ln'iirt llmMinlnn,
For It niulu'H n «' a rlilld iiicmIii;
Hill wlH'ii you wlin: your airy ttlKlit,
My non I nprliiK* up to follow ;
I would Ih oiic wltli you. ai «l • inUM.
For I love you. love ynu. nwallow
I hear the niaiiy-vo|e«Hl rliuttvr
1'udrr the harn'H hroad eavrn.
Ah clear as the raln'H l lltli«* patter,
< >r lisp of rrlsp |x plar leaven.
I h«mmii to learn the way to In* Kind.
Karlh's Joyn no more neem hollow ;
lie who would tlee from muslniCHHad
Should learn to love you, swallow
Your flight Is a soiik that lifts me
A moment to upp«*r air;
r\ in' inn " i' • i'i'
That with strang'*! iniwer KIfth me
To huoy suit I v mat eli you there.
H« w IiIkIi s«M-'er your eourse may run.
HOME, FIELD AND FORUM.
Where ♦ Where
is the woman who is the woman who ^
docs not like to have does not like to have ♦
? her baby fat Scott's Evulsion rosy cheeks
f and chubby and flu™P;
merit is 44 peculiar neSS herSCll ?
to itself," and its
| and cunning?
W —I ' - ■ — - r
| effect cannot be had by using any substitute for it.
ion. n<J fin
at *11 dnumm*
fully deficient In tone. T decided lo
remedy the fault without further de-
lay. The hen objected; the creature
My i ntfi r 11mutfM tlolli f«il
ToucIImt, wr inltfM rr:n1 li On* sun.
hor I love you. love you. switllow
.III" Hnhn.
ItO YOI KNOW TIIK l.ANII?
im you know III"' land where I lie days are
I"11* .. , .
And UMWmalneKH II all Is iiliiy
'Till the sandman rumen with u sweet, low
HOIIK.
A lid curries t he dwellers it way
To lauds that are fairer I linn dayllithl la"'1".
Where the fairies eoine Willi d'fls • tin tr
hands
|lo you know the land.'
I in ynu know the land where tliesweel Qi
The Queen who Is half a saint.
\\ ho kisses away all her suhj>;ets pains,
And eonrforts every complaint.
Willi a smile and a siiiik that are sweeter far
Than the fruits of our grown-up striving
. are? , , ..
I lo you know the landf
Do you know the land where the dwellers
stand
Impatient to lie set free,
1 nto tlie wonderful iti^wn-up land.
Siii'Ii a fair, fair land to nee—
With no sums lo do and no words to spell.
\\ Itli never a school nor a lied-tttne liell
I iti you know the land'
(I iKiiiit I fill land! If we eon Id return
And dwell In thy itates once more.
1 sutilHise I hat our Foolish hearts would liurn
To („• otr, as tin y did liefore;
l or heantlful land we loved not ti
Till t liv rales hwiiiik open anil inade us free
Do you know the land.'
Ma Hi ('. JiHim, In II ii' IntlriMiiilt nt
DORE'S GREEN CHICKEN
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'BI'T
WHAT WAS I TO
WHAT?'
TAINT, AND ON
A Story of the tlreat French Artlefe First
Hoi of Paint.
The following little story was told
by the famous painter, Gustave Dore.i
whose illustrious Dante, Milton, Rabe-
lais and Don Quixote will probably
never lie surpassed. At an early age
Dore allowed wonderful talent for
drawing, and in all his life he never cop-
ied from models, but painted from
memory and the fullness oi his mind.
This describes his experience with
bis lirst box of meUl tubes: "On^
day," he says, "when I was to spend a
week with a friend of my father's, there
was brought to me the well-known
oaken box, with brass handle and tube
and brushes complete. I was wild with
delight. I had never thought half as
much of itny present. 1 wanted to un-
cork all the paints there and then and
cover my palette with pretty daubs of
color, but they would not let me. The
carriage was waiting. I had to jump in.
Of course, I took my box with me under
my arm, or rather next to my heart,
firmly re-solved to set to Viork as soon
ns we had reoched the journey's end.
"The was w as longer than I had ex-
pected; we did not arrive. I was strict-
ly forbidden to touch the paints and
was ordered off to bed. Fires and lights
were put out, but I ooukl not sleep a
wink. As soon as the first gray streak
of daylight appeared I jumped out of
lied and went downstairs and out into
the yard. Butalns! There wm no can-
vas, no cardboard, no panel. All had
l>een taken from me the night before.
I felt a mad, irresistible deslr« to paint.
Wondering on what I should make my
first, attempt. I set about uncorking my
bottles and spreading patches of oolor
all over my palette. The brilliancy,
freshness and cheerfulness of thosa
colors made me quit* drunk with de-
lipht. Nothing goes to the head so
much as your first palette. There wiki
a preen shade especially that I could not
take my eyes off. What a lovely green 1
Veronese green in all Its glory.
"Hut what was I to paint, and on
what? As I was still n.kln* myself
this question, my eyes fell on b poor
little hen, rather prettily abaped, but
with feathers of a dirty white, that
was picking up crumb* two paces from
whirl I stood The fowl wa. frl#ht-
failed to see that I was laboring for Its
own good. However, 1 persisted in my
efforts, and ut Inst succeeded. To be
sure, it took every particle of Veronese
green; but then, what a beautiful hen
I had turned out!
"Two or three hours afterward I wai
roused out of hleep by an unusuul noise
of shouting and groaning. What could
it be? A number of men and women
bad gathered in a crowd in front of the
house. Some of them had their arnn
uplifted tow ord the sky; others were
weeping; others agaJn by their frantic
gestures manifested the wildest despair
and terror; and In the midst of them
stood the fowl, to which they were
pointing with their fingers, and when
it went toward them they drew back
in affright. Then I understood It all.
1 remembered a legend of the country
in which a green fowl plays a terrible
part Whenever it appears all kinds
of woes threaten the village— failure of
crops, plague among the cuttle, disease
In the home. That accounted for the
village being in arms. Under my very
eyes a woman fell to the ground In
hysterica. Then I hesitated no longer.
I ran to the master of the house, and
told him everything. It took longer
than an hour and a half to convince the
superstitious folk atTosserand that the
verdant creature had not been sent by
their evil genius, and that it wus my
first effort in painting
"At last their fears gradually subsid-
ed, and I ventured to show myself. An
old woman, still laboring under the ex
cltement she had just gone through
said to me. in prophetic tones: 'You
have made our people shed bitter tears;
you, too, will weep before you have
"done with your painting!'"—Chicago
Inter Ocean.
TWO FAMOUS CATS.
Mcratrh Saved « Haliy'e Uf« n<« Telle#
Wu (treat Thief.
The well-known cats of unknown
men cannot fail to interest our readers
1 have met many famous cnts at ono
time and another. 1 have studied them,
too. Of all animals the cat is really the
most affectionate of household pets.
Many will dispute this, but I can prove
—but that's another story.
The best-known cat of the least
known man that I ever heard about was
u shrunken bit of fur and bones called
Scratch. She belonged to a ragpicker
who lived in a Mulberry street cellar.
Senttc)i lost one of her nine lives by be-
ing run over by an ice cart, and was
taken to police headquarters bv a kind-
hearted policeman. At police-head-
quarters Scratch made friends with ex-
Superintendent Byrnes, who took a great
iaiicy to the skeleton cat and mude
u sleek puss outof her. And then Scratch
went back to her Mulberry street home
and begun to exhibit her bones ugaln.
In one way and another Scratch got
rid of her eight remaining lives, and
then came to an untimely end In a
Chatham Square fire. Everybody was
talking about Scratch for a week after
she w us burned to death, for she was a
true hero. An Italian baby was in the
tlaming building and Scratch sat on the
window ledge and walled to the firemen
below. When they finally paid atten-
tion to the cat she leaped beck into the
burning room, followed by a flre-
Johnny, w"ho discovered the baby and
brought It safely to earth. Hut the cat
Try This Eaey Experiment.
Take a piece of twine and tie a nun
ber of knots In It at short intervals
If this knotty twine la laid around
somebody's head so that It will turn the
ears forward, and then the forefinger
and thumb of each of your hands al-
lowed to slide along the string It will
cause a nolae very similar to thunder to
be heard by those who are undergoing
the experiment.
Without Art.
"Rhe has An artless fare "
"Ye*, a mere daub."—Detroit Trlb-
nn*.
A Pretty Marias Simile.
The fl«h are ships that swim the sea
In sunshine and In irsles:
Their talis the trusty rudders are.
Their fins the spreading sails.
- Harper's RoundTaMo.
A Hit of Weather Philosophy,
•Whether ft s wet,
Whether It's hot,
We hsve to weather It
Whether or not."
Ro runa the philosophic entry I*
Devonshire visitors' bo«k.
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didn't come back In this case. Her
charred corpse was found In black ruins
next morning.
Another noted feline, whose master
was among the obscure of earth, was
Kellce, whose extreme fondness for fish
led her to commit burglary and theft.
Felice ha<l her home In a cheap res
iHurant on Sixth avenue, and her chief
duties were to keep the eating place
free of four-footed vermin. Kellce'a
master was a Frenchman, and he was
(he keeper of the restaurant. One day
Felice wandered over to Fifth avenue,
mid made her way through a l>ack door
into a very swell mansion. Inside the
palatial house Felice crept upstairs and
ensconced herself snugly In a fine bed
of lieautlful lace and linen, after the,
fashion of Uarvcy. After a quiet nap
Tellce made an iiisjieetlon of her quar-
ters and thought them better than the
grimy kitchen of the Sixth avenue shop.
Then she espied a bowl In which
bwnm half a dozen gold fish placid In
their luxury. Felice knew fish when
she suw it, and promptly ate two of the
hiny, finny creatures. Her eagerness
caused her to upset the globe, and then
chaos reigned In the mansion. Serv-
ants chased Felice, and tlie latter es-
caped unharmed and died of old uge
the other day—and in Brooklyn.—N. V.
Recorder.
Pooled by a rolilln* Hed.
The mlstakcH of countrymen In city
hotels form a never-ending source of
merriment. An old fellow came to De-
troit the other day, and after supper
went out to see the sights. He returned
about midnight and left word to be
called for an early train. The boy
called him on time, and getting no an-
iwf.r tjpened the door aud walked In.
The guiwt was nowhere In sight, but
presently a husky voice w us heiird, aud
looking up, the boy sow the man curled
up oh top of the folding-bed, which had
not been let down. "Why didn't you
jet into bed?" asked the boy. " 'Cause
there ain't any," was the cross reply.
"Had to sleep on the sideboard all
night. Nice hotel this is!"
Women who are afraid of rotUuitn
should look to their umbrellas. Jus\
how It came uliout rem never be ex-
plained, but a lady who w as standing In
the vestry of a church after service
o|>ened her umbrella, when a mwuse
tumbled out of his novel trap. Itlfeli
on her best Sunday hat, and, not b<0ng
pleased w ith this alnide of rlblxms aiul
feathers, scampered down the laify'*
back to the floor. As may be irnngiiieJ,
there was a terrible commotion in rft«
vestry ami on the church stcj>s, and tin-
way umbrellas were {leered Into o|nl
shook out w as a caution to mice. *
FELICE, THE TniEF.
L. HAYNES BUXTON,
Physician and Surgeon,
guthrie, okla.
Specialist, Eye, Ear and Throat.
IF YOU WIHH TO ABCOME A THOROt OH *^ ^
A™° Capital City Business College,
,H, P. O . Oathrte, O^.
departments possible
per weak. ~
Horse Flesh
It tubject .to injury Of which
neglected, may result in serious loes.
Dr. J. H. HoLEMTS
VOLCANIC
OIL LINIMENT
Cures Colic, Bots, Farcy, Spavin, Curt*. Charbon, Flesh Wound*.
Galls, Sweeney. Lame net*, Scratches and Manga,
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Soule, J. S. Home, Field and Forum (Guthrie, Okla.), Vol. 4, No. 7, Ed. 1 Wednesday, July 1, 1896, newspaper, July 1, 1896; Guthrie, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc102561/m1/11/: accessed April 25, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.