The Kiel Press. (Kiel, Okla.), Vol. 5, No. 10, Ed. 1 Thursday, July 10, 1902 Page: 3 of 4
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A vino prows by my doorway.
All building preen and fair.
Fed by the light of heaven.
Kept in the Father's care.
Mute is the vine to thank llim?
Blind to His love, think you?
Nay! It doth climb to reach Him
Through sun and shower and dew.
This Is its daily purpose.
Here at my cottage door,
To spend its strength to seek llim,
And live for nothing more.
A stream flows through my garden
Among tall, swaying ferns,
And, splashing o'er the pebbles,
The miller's wheel it turns.
Think you it scorns the service
(lod giveth it each day?
No! It doth sing praise to Him.
Laughing the hours away.
For it hath learned the secret
To blend with work a psalm
As on it way it dances
Past cottage, mill and farm.
And, as I see my ivy
Clim!. through the summer's heat,
And hear the broo.klet singing
To grind the miller's wheat,
Why do I stand regretful,
And ill at ease the while?
Does something mar my musing,
And chase away my smile?
The vine and brook are teachers,
Though I be more than they;
For I forget my climbing,
And do not sing alway.
-Esther H. Trowbridge in "Tht Chris-
Fur Carrier's Advent; re.
BY W. BERT FOSTER.
<Copyrlght, 1902, by Daily Story Pub. Co.)
"This yere Maine, r:.id the old
man. who sat tipped >ack in a crazy
armchair on the shady side of the
house, sucking the blackest of corn-
cobs, "This yere Maine ain't what it's
cracked lip to be for game, nowadays.
But you tellers from taown come up
her, git er crack at er Jim-buck er
two, an' think you're havin' sport.
Talk erbout huntin'!"
Ho cnnrted, and .Chovler, who likes
to jolly the natives along, and could
get more information out of a well-
sweep than most men can from a
college professor, offered the old set-
tler his bag of "cut-plug" and at once
they two began to get chummy.
"Oh, of coarse, 'twas poachin'," I
heard the old fellow say, and he spat
emphatically. "You was askin' erbout
the Allegash waters. Them useter be
good huntin' an' trappin' territory
w'en I was younger. How? Take it
thirty year ergo—even twenty year
back. They're purty now, an' good
fishin' an' there's some game; but I
took seventy otter pelts out er that
string of upper ponds in four weeks
one winter, an' otter skins was wuth
fifteen dollars them days.
"No, I wasn't makin' a business of
poachin'. I had a shack up there an',
as I say, in four weeks I salted down
them seventy skins. But I only set
six traps, and wouldn't have been
there to tend them only we had a
monstrous run of bad weather an' I
couldn't 'tend to reg'lar business. I
I was a fur carrier. Yaas, I smuggled
the pelts through for other fellers, as
"That very winter—'twas long er-
bout February, and I knowed there
was a big storm due mighty quick—
I hit the thing 'at I reckoned was the
"A stretch o' black, open water!"
closest call I ever had. For a few
moments, Mister, I re'lly thought old
Gabriel had got his cornet tuned up
for me, an' no mistake! An' w'en ye
come ter figger on it, there ain't sech
a great dif'rence 'twixt gettin' killed
outright an' bein' scared most ter
death—an' that last's what happened
' ter me that trip.
"This yere happened jest after I
got that run of otter I was tellin' ye
of—seventy skins, ev'ry one of 'em
beauties. I picked up a big sled load
an' when I started up Churchill Lake
early in the mornin' an' my shack was
wiped out o' sight by a bresh p'int,
the old sled creaked along over the
ice as though she felt the weight. But
there wasn't any snow to speak of on
the river, so she run erlong kinder
easy, an' I made good time up Church-
ill an' erbout dark reached the thor-
oughfare into Eagle I.ake.
"I stopped here an' got er bite of
supper an' somethin' warm to drink.
But w'en the moon rose there was a
big circle round it an' I knew it
meant snow, an' lots of it. So I fig-
gered it would be a mighty good idea
ter git to Kineo down yere 'bout as
quick as I'd be let. I packed up ag'in,
got through the narrers 'twixt th'
two lakes, an' set out down Eagle
"That ain't no slouch sheet of water,
mister. No, sir-ree! An' w'en she's
froze over she looks bigger still. You
been there? Then ye know all erbout
it, an' how Pillsbury's the only island
in it. I could jest see the island, like
a big patch of shadow on the ice,
w'en I started down the lake. The
wind was behind me, an' it blew
strong an' boosted me along nicely;
but the heavy sled traveled faster
'n I did an' kep' rappin' me in the
heels. I'd Sailed Eagle Lake 'fore that
time—in a canoe. Now I jest ran
ashore, cut a stout polo an' two cross-
pieces, an' set the tarpaulin cover
of my sled for a sail.
"There warn't nothin' for me ter do
but steer clear of Pillsbury Island,
'n' that warn't a hard job; so I bur-
rowed under the furs an' sorter dozed
"The wind kep' risin', but I didn't
think no harm, for the sled kep' weil
ahead of it an' the ice was purty
smooth. We skinned erlong in great
shape, an' the faster we went the bet-
ter I liked it. The v'y'ge got ter be
so easy that I really did fall inter a
doze an' had no idea where the sled
was till all of a sudden she slurred
hard on a wrinkle in the ice.
"It woke me quick, an' I started up
ter git my bearin's. I didn't wanter
run inter the island an' knock it—
or myself—off the map. But, by gosh!
we was right in under the head o' the
island, an' aimin' direct for it; an'
what I saw ahead driv all th' dreamin'
aout o' me, naow 1 tell ye!
"There, ahead of the fiyin' sled, not
a thousand yards away, was a stretch
of black, open water, reachin' clear
across the lake! And that old sled,
with all its weight of furs, an' me
on top of 'em, was rushin' right inter
it as fast as ha'f a gale c'd drive us.
I tell ye, mister, the sight weakened
"I knew that, all things considered,
includin' the heavy runners an' iron
work on that sled, she was bound ter
go daown the minute she struck open
water, like a ton o' bricks! I might
pull out alive myself, though to jump
from the thing at the rate she was
flyin' would be resky; but them skins
would be a dead loss—I was sure o'
that. An' I wasn't slow in seein' my
only hope for salvation, too. I made
a dive forrad for the mast and tried
ter unship it. But the derned thing
had been too well wedged for me to
get it out in a minute. I'd set it up
as though I never expected to wanter
end my v'y'ge.
"The old sled was a hummin', an'
that streak of open water was drawin'
near at erbout the rate the Yankee
Flyer comes up from Bosting. The
black gulf was jest ahead an' I could
almost hear the waves breakin' erlong
the ice-front. Ev'ry moment 1 expect-
ed the runners would cut through the
snow ice and I'd go daown, niebbe
never to come up again!
"Tell ye what, mister, 'taint pleas-
ant ter see such a finish ahead of a
man. I dunno as 1 over felt less 'ready
an' willin',' as the preachers put it,
ter complete my airthly journey as
I did at that yere identical minute.
That was cold water, I knew, an' 1
warn't anxious ter try it.
"Lots o' strange thoughts pass
through a man's mind at such mo-
ments—mostly idees that ain't no
help to him in the emergency he's a-
l'acin'. But one good one come to me.
'Cut the ropes!' suthin' seemed ter
say, an' I made a grab for my belt.
But I'd jest been usin' the knife to
cut tobacker, and 'twas down there
under the furs somewhere—'twould
ha' taken a Philadelpny lawyer ter
"An' then, 'twas too late to hunt
for the knife—too late ter do any-
thing but shut my eyes an' wait for
the first icy plunge! The white ice
faded away on both sides o' the sled
an' I—well, mister, I shet my eyes
tight, an' kep' 'em shut, with my head
burrowed in the skins.
"An' then come a shock that rattled
airy tooth in my head an' drove me
up inter the air like a stone out o' one
o' them catpulps they uster use in
Bible times. The old sled stopped
dead, the mast snapped square off, and
I turned sev'rai summersalts b'fore 1
landed square on top of my head.
"I reckon that landin' kinder
knocked some sense inter me, for as
soon's I could open my eyes 'ithout
seein' trees, an' stars, an' the lake, an'
everything else fiyin' 'round me in a
sort o' merry-go-round, I knew what
had happened. I warn't drowned; nor
I wan't swimmin' in no lake. I'd land-
ed kerplunk on the rocky shore of
Pillsbury Island, and my sled had run
into it hard enough to loosen every
j'int in the thing and scatter the skins
for yards around.
"Ye see, mister, 'twarn't open water
after all—that black space. 'Twas
black ice that had formed across the
channel after the other, and since the
last fall of snow. But a man might's
William H. Forwood Named by the
President as Army's Surgeon General
William H. Forwood, who was re- , Hall General Hospital in Pennsylva-
cently nominated surgeon general of
the army by President Roosevelt, has
been a member of the military branch
since 1861, when he was appointed J
from civil life. At the close of the
war he was in command of the White
A Pennsylvania Statesman.
George \V. Guthrie, who has been
nominated as running mate for ex-
Gov. Pattison in the Pennsylvania
gubernatorial race, was born in Pitts-
burg fifty-four years ago, and has
been a lawyer of high standing in that
city since ISti!). He ran for mayor in
iS9<>, but on the face of the returns
was declared defeated. He contested,
but again lost. He was nominated for
elector at. large in 1890, but withdrew.
Mr. Guthrie is at present chairman of
the democratic city committee of
nia. but a year later joined the regular
army, and has served in almost every
part of the country where the army
has a post. I)r. Forwood is a native
of Delaware. He retires this year, by
Trustees of Corcoran Gallery.
The trustees of the Corcoran Gal-
lery of Art at Washington have ap-
pointed Edmund Clarence Messer
principal of the Corcoran Art school,
to fill the place made vacant by the
resignation of E. F Andrews. Mr.
Messer has chosen as his assistants
It. N. Brooke, .Miss Matilde Mueden
and .lames Henry Moser. Mr. Messrs
is one of the most widely known and
esteemed of Washington artists. Ha
is also a man of mature years and
known to possess fine executive
Jessie Morrison, for the Third Time
Convicted of the Murder of Airs. Castle
After' being out twelve hours the
jury in the case against Jessie Morri-
son, charged with the murder of Mrs.
Olin Castle, at her home, Eldorado,
Kansas, in June, 1900, returned a ver-
dict of guilty of murder in the second
degree. The jury reached its conclu-
This is the third trial Miss Morri-
son has had, the case being twice ap-
pealed. It is believed the last verdict
will be final.
"This yere Maine ain't what its
cracked up to be fer game."
jest as well be killed as scaret ter
death, an' that yere certainly had
scaret me. Tell ye what
"Will I? Cert'nly! That's good
stuff—ah-h! If I'd had a nip of that
the night I was tellin' you cf, it might
ha' kep' me awake an' I wouldn't ex-
perienced what I look back upon
now as my closest call!"
Aroused Millionaire's Envy.
"I never particularly envied a day
laborer until the other day," said a
millionaire merchant. "I was walk-
ing along the street, when my at-
tention was attracted to a man seated
on the curb, preparing to eat his
midday meal. From a tin kettle he
extracted several thick slices of
bread with layers of cold meat be-
tween them, two or three chunks of
home-made cake and a slab of pie.
I was fascinated by the expression
on the man's face as he placed this
repast on the ground beside him, and
I involuntarily stopped to watch him;
he seemed to enjoy it so. I thought
to myself that I, who have money
enough to gratify my every wish, am
a slave to dyspepsia. As I watched
the enjoyment of that man in the
full vigor of his strength I could not
help wishing that I might exchange
places with him—for half an hour,
at least.—Philadelphia Record.
The man who has begun to live more
seriously within begins to live more
Editor Who Made a Mistake.
A southern Kansas editor innocent-
ly contradicted a report that a young
woman in his county was about to
throw up her job as school teacher in
order to get married. "She is not that
kind of a girl," said the editor, in-
tending to convey the idea that she
would not break a contract. But the
girl saw it in a different light tind
wrote to him hotly: "I don't know,"
she said, "as it is any of your busi-
ness, but I give you to understand
that I am not the kind of a giri you
say. I can get married if I want to."
—Kansas City Journal.
Czar Has Faith in Ring.
The czar wears a ring in which h«
believes is imbedded a piece ot the
true cross. It was originally one o£
the treasures of the Vatican and was,
presented to an ancestor of the czar.
Some years ago the czar was travel-
ins from St. Petersburg to Moscow.
He suddenly discovered that he liadi
forgotten the ring. The train waa
stopped immediately and a special;
messenger sent fljjing back on an ex-
press engine for it, nor would th<
czar allow the train to move until,
several hours afterward, the messen*
ger returned nvith the ring. <
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