The Hennessey Clipper. (Hennessey, Okla.), Vol. 12, No. 47, Ed. 1 Thursday, April 17, 1902 Page: 2 of 8
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Hennessey Clipper.
N. F. DAVES, Publisher.
HENNESSEY, - OKLAHOMA.
MY EVERLASTING HOME.
I've often thought with rapture of the
time— perhaps 'tis nigh
l\ hen angel hands shiill beckon me from
mansions in theVky;
When from the realm of plory, swift a
messenger shall come,
And bear me o'er the river to my ever-
lasting home.
( vo wondered if the messengt'r will come
at noon or night.
Or 'mid the hush of eventide, will burst
upon my sight;
Perhaps my fading ryes shall see a mid-
night starry dome
When I receive tho summons to my ever-
lasting home.
I'll see the loved ones yondor whom I've
missed these many years;
I'll seo the blessed Master who has ban-
ished all my fears;
fes, welcome will the message be no mat-
ter where I roam,
That bids me cross the river to my ever-
lasting home.
—George D. Gelwlcks, In N. Y. Observer
r ♦
I The ♦
| Cloister Cask. ♦
♦ Charlton Laurence Hdholm. ^
INP.mrc «lie cloister cask nv.-ir h <lnrl<-
ness, pnlpnble us the festooned
cobwebs that brushed my face, when,
elandiiiff in its belly, 1 looked upward
Into obscurity.
I'sir, fur above me glimmered n pale
tight, like a star veiled in mist, "And
that," said the dried-up voice of the
little sexton, "that is the bung-hole.
It is three feet in diameter; large
enough to admit a fine stout man,"
and lie sighed like a withered leaf in
the wind.
A tine, fruity smell told of the
oceans of old wine that bad flowed
through this cavern, from bung-hole
to spigot, and ah, from spigot into
countless pious throats, thirsty with
much prayer! for in all the time that
this monastery had wielded its power
over much of the Black Forest, the
cloister cask, though always running,
never ran dry.
"Ah, yes, once it did run dry," whis-
pered the sexton, "ami once again it
was emptied into vile, profane
throats. Each time it betokened
great misfortune to our order, but
now that it is always empty, where
Is our brotherhood, w here our splen-
did buildings, our glorious church?
limns, desolate ruins!
"1 remember when it was desecrat-
ed, that was in sixteen hundred and
odd, and I was a comparatively young
man, but already holding a position
of trust in the monastery. I was cel-
lar-master when Melae, with lii.s
(warm of French rufllnns over-ran
the whole country, burned the vil-
lages, sacked the sacred courts, and
drained the. great cask may their
throats be scorched for it, the filthy
sponges!
"I looked on, bound hand and foot,
and thrown into a corner like a sack
of rye; yes, I looked on while the
swash-buckler, Capt. do 4! on re pos,
bastard of royalty, placed a ladder
against the side and mounted to the
top of the cask, where ho found the
bung padlocked to the staves.
"Ilis villians tossed liim up my
bunch of keys, nml as he unlocked it,
he noticed that this bung was a beau-
tiful and curiously carved piece of
oak; but stop, you shall see it—my
ow n work—my masterpiece."
And he dragged me to the end of
the cask, where stood a large cylinder,
soaked by the wine till it had as-
sumed a dusky purple red.
"Even in its color this Ir a perfect
likeness of Brother Ambrose," gasped
the little man. "lirother Ambrose,
cellar-master before me and now u
blessed saint in Paradise."
And truly, the sculptured head that
grinned at me in the dusk could have 1
been naught but that of a cellar-mas
ter; the wavering candle light threw
Hitting reflections over his polished '
sistant. It was my duty to carry the
flagons of wine when he had drawn
them, for which 1 was rewarded with
the drippings from the fuueets that
were caught in little pans.
"At that time the monastery had at-
tained a height of prosperity which
it never reached again. Some attrib-
uted it all to Father Ekkehard, the
abbot, but I knew well thnt it was
Brother Ambrose, whose generous
measures drew the best men from all
the country into the fold. Ah, those
were happy times, when each day
whole hogsheads of wine were served
to the thirsty brothers. For the
novices, we had a thin, sour wine, to
keep in check their hot blood; for the
lay brothers, great plenty, but of a
common vintage, for he who sweat h
in the fields or toils at loads of build-
ing stone knows only how much is in
his gourd and not how good; but for
the pious brothers who prayed and
preached and meditated, and for those
who spent their days in illuminating
the wise words of our most excellent
luther Ekkehard, was set aside this
cask of mellow, red wine such as cud-
dled under the tongue before it slid
down. And that was right, for were
not these the ones who in leisure and
thoughtf ulness could best diutin-
gulsh good wine from bad?
"And of all these. Brother Ambrose
was the most devout, for after mak-
ing the rounds of his casks and test-
ing the contents that they had not
deteriorated, he would seek the sun-
ny niche in tho warden wall, where,
undisturbed be might meditate all
afternoon, his eyes closed, lest the
beauties of this world should distruet
his thoughts from those of tin- next,
and only an occasional sigh showing
how deep were his inward struggles.
"Meanwhile I worked at my wood-
carving in my little cellar shop, but
never did I become so absorbed in my
saints and bishops as to forget my
other duties of emptying the pans
that caught the drippings.
"And so our lives went happily on
until that fatal day when the abbot
decided to make a pilgrimage to
Home, and I was selected as one of
the attendants. Oh, the homesick-
ness of it all! The days in the Alpine
snows, the nights in the hard, hospice
beds, and then Italy, ugh! Give me
my Ithine wine and Neckar and you
may keep your vintage of Italy. Most
>f all, I yearned for Brother Ambrose,
iny whole-souled master and friend.
How I did long for his full, round,
blonde body, when surrounded by the
crafty Latins in the court of his holi-
ness.
"One night I dreamed of him, yen
often he enme into my dreams, but
this was horrible and real as if I
had seen it with waking eyes:
"lirother Ambrose was moving
slowly among his casks, nodding to
this one, laying a friendly hand on
that, but when he came to the great
tun in which we stand, he rubbed his
cheek against it so affectionately that
I could hear the bristles rasp against
the wood.
"Presently he searched among the
straw lying in the corner till he found
a long, pcrr tube, and then, climb-
ing the huhu-r to the top, he took
out the bung and gazing at the briin-
ing red liquor as a worldly man
might gave upon the woman he
adored. For several moments he
squatted thus absorbed, then, with a
contented sigh, he inserted the straw
and drew unto himself this treasured
sweetness.
"1 know not how long this lasted,
but gradually the liquor grew lower
in the cask and gradually he leaned
over, following it, never once leaving
hold of the straw. His eyes closed, 1
knew that ecstasy was his, and, poor
worm that I am, I envied him. He
reeled, he rolled, but still he followed
the wine downward, ever downward,
(ill finally the center of gravity was
lost, he slipped, he smiled, and still
smiling, slid through the bunghole
and disappeared.
"With horror I awoke, and would
have run and told my dream to the
abbot, but he was a stern man who
looked upon me with disfavor because
1 loved not my Latin, so I stayed and
told it to little Francesca, but she
could not advise me in such matters.
"How the months dragged on in
thnt hot, weary land! If it had not
keen for Francesca I should have
in this wine, 'Nay,' said he at the ab-
bot's right, 'tis a tang of leather,
though very slight.' 'Not so,' spake
the abbot, himself, ' 'tis iron; X know
the taste well.' But at. that instant,
one at the lower end of the board ex-
claimed, sticking- his nose into the
cup, 'JJrother, 'tis fat Ambrose.'
"At that there was a hubbub at the
table, for the abbot could not bear
such words, but when they had quiet-
ed, I told them niy dream.
1 hen said the abbot, 'Peace, my
children, we will drain this cask!' so
altogether we went below into the
vaults and with a siphon emptied the
great tun.
Finally the siphon sucked dry, and
the pood father spake, 'I myself will
exorcise the evil spirit.'
"So 1 was let down with a rope, and
there lay our blessed brother, Hat on
his back, his face as you see it 011
the bung, his body twice its natural
girt h.
'"We cannot leave him here,' said
the abbot, 'lie must lie in consecrat-
ed ground, and, besides, we need the
cask!' Hut when they would have
drawn him up through the bung- hole
it was too small. Then squeaked tho
scrubby boy, my assistant, he who
afterwards became cardinal, 'Turn
him over and open the spigots!'
"So five of us did that, and we thus
caught enough wine to fill another
butt for the lay brothers. After that
it was easy to draw him through the
bung-hole, which we did with tho
derrick.
"Then to me said the pious Father
Ekkehard, 'My son, this has been a
day fraught with great consequences
to the soul of our departed brother,
and Iteelzebub, who tried to keep hint
unburied is again foiled; in memory
of which his likeness shall be graven
upon the bung as a warning to all
future cellar-masters.'
' Not until the death of the good
abbot did the key come to me, and
then it was that Capt. Monrcpos, brat
of King Louis, sto.'e it with the oth-
ers."
With n deep sigh the old man raised
his candle that the light fell upon
a forest of cobweb, fine and fantastic
as the frost work 011 a window.
"Since then," rustled his spectral
voice, "the cloister cask has been
dry."
We crawled out of the lower open-
ing, and as we passed through the
vaults, if, seemed to me that I saw a
hogshead standing 011 end between
the dim rows.
"Come quickly," he gasped; "they
say that the ghost of Brother Am-
brose still walks!" and we hurried in-
to the light. Overland Monthly.
OKLAHOMA NEWS.
A PREACHER'S REBUKE.
Ie« lien rd In Different IMnces
It Hxciteil Sanplclon of Pre-
ineil i tnt ion.
cheeks that seemed to quiver and j died, between long waitin"
thake with good living, and the ex- chambers and Ion
pression of supreme physical satis
faction was caught with a freshncs
ielightful to behold.
"Brother Ambrose it is, anil he lived
• 11(1 breathed," said the sexton with
such feeling that the cask echoed
tonorously and shook the ghostly
draperies, "and this is his memorial,
m rcmcinbrance of a strange fate that
befell him even where we stand.
"But Monrcpos, the pig, what knew
tie of art. When he saw this head on
the bung he drew his long sword and
It ruck it u blow on the pate till even
the full cask protested dully. 'This
ft as Gambrinusl' cried he in his
clarion voice, 'whom these swine wor-
ship. liise now, Sir Bacchus, worthy
nf the allegiance of gentleman ol
France!' and amid the guffaws of his
troopers he pulled out the bung.
dipped in his casque and drank a long
health to the new leader.
"All this I saw, as bound hand anil
foot I lay in the corner like a sack ol
rye."
I looked at the old man suspicious
ly; ancient as he was, he could not
have been living during the famous
raid of Melac, far back in the seven
teenth century.
Hut without noticing my surprise
he went 011 dreamily, with half-closed
eyes: "Ah, Brother Ambrose, that
thou shouldst ever have come to this !
thou most truly German of all tlie i
brotherhood, to bo worshiped by 11
liorde of French bandits!
"When Brother Ambrose was eel
Ux-mtuttr, I wus tt mere boy, his us I
in ante-
in the
masses
church of St. Peter.
But after much delay we started
homeward, and with what happiness
did 1 look from the summit of the
last snow mountain to where the
dark, rolling hills of my own Black
l'orest lay beyond the lihine.
"When the joyous monks welcomed
us at the gate, I eagerly scanned each
face but that of Brother Ambrose
was not among them. Afraid to ask
questions I disengaged myself from
the curious brothers and ran to his
haunt in the garden and to the cellar,
but no one was there; only a scrubby
boy emptying the pans, who told me
that the devil had flown off with the
cellar-master, body and soul.
"As 1 was cuffing his ears, one of
the lay brothers came running and
panted that the abbot wanted to
speak with me, so I followed him into
the refectorium, where the brothers
sat at meat. 'My son,' said the most
excellent, father, smiling at me across
the loaded board, 'as our unfortunate
Brother Ambrose has fallen into the
clutches of the evil one, body, soul
and cellar keys, I appoint you cellar-
master in his place, with this new
bunch to hang at your girdle as a
token. And now, as your first oflicinl
act, you may bring us flagons from
the great cask!'
"So I brought them much wine, and
they sipped it slowly, with the de-
liberation of the true connoisseur.
"1 iually, quoth the brother nt the
In New ^ ork several months ago I
went to hear a well-known preacher,
who delivered a remarkably eloquent
sermon," said the traveling man,
according to the Philadelphia Times.
"Just as the minister was in his
peroration he suddenly stopped, took
off his spectacles, and in a voice of
censure, remarked:
" '1 w ill be very much obliged if thnt
young man in the rear part of the
church will cease liis conversation.'
"lie then replaced his spectacles
and proceeded with his sermon. As
I happened to sit. in the rear part of
the auditorium, I felt rather sur-
prised at the interruption, for while
there were many young men present
in that part of the edifice, I did nut
notice the least conversation.
"Not long ago, the same preacher
was invited to Philadelphia to preach
on a special occasion. I went again
to hear him. To my surprise, he took
the same text ami delivered the same
sermon. I was more than surprised,
as I10 reached his peroration, to see
him remove his spectacles and givo
expression to the same rebuke in ex-
actly the same language as he had
done in New York. I could not help
arriving at the conclusion that he had
a place marked somewhere in his
manuscript for administering a re-
buke whether it was needed or not,
and that perhaps his intention was
to attract particular attention to
something he was about to utter."
lll.M.trnu. Klrr. „I cmhri..
One of the most disastrous in
the history of the city of Guthrie oc-
curred Sunday afternoon, leaving the
state ( apital Printing company's plant
i total loss. The destruction of this
plant removed the pioneer printing
plnnt of Oklahoma and the largest
printing establishment in the territory,
the Capital has not missed an issue
-ince its inception, the paper since tho
lire being printed at the Leader plant.
1 lie loss to the Capital company is
estimated to bo nearly JL'00,000. A
short time ago a representative of an
eastern bond company appraised tho
company's property and announced
that it reached 8180,000. Since that
time .Mr. Greer has added many im-
provements. An offer was made by
the Commercial club to donate Mr.
t,reeran amount of money adequate
to meet his needs for the present. Mr.
Greer stated that the Capital company
could not accept a donation, but that
the company would accept $',0,000 to
be paid back within five years. This
offer was accepted by the Commercial
club. The origin of the fire is not
known.
M v Aieiii(«i Iv.y'n II.nil,.
South McAlester.—The preliminary
hearing of Frank Jones, John Fisher,
Tom .Nix and John Logan, all negroes
on toe charge of murdering Peter Ivev
the alleged ex-confederate whoso re-
mains were found in the ashes of his
butcher shop here ten days ago. was
held on I hursday last. Commissioner
Allen Wright held all four without
hail. I he strongest evidence is a/ainat
Jones and I'isher, articles belonging
to the murdered man being fotin 1 in
their possession. Nix went on the
stand and swore that Jones ar.il 1 i .hor
tried to induce him to assist in the
robbery the night before the crime,
and that they confessed to the murder
to Into after its commission. The reel-
ing of the confederate comi'Ades of
Ivev is such that the officers are taking
precautious to prevent lynching.
lift* IUk .lu«lKm*>ut,
J. S. Martin has recently collecied a
judgment of £10,700 against the Kiowa
and Comanche Indians through the
I nitC'l Slates government. In the
year IMlfl Mr. Martin had taken from
him a herd of cattle and horses by the
Indians. He brought suit to recover
their value iu the United States court
of claims and got judgment. When
tile lands belonging to these 1-idians
v ' purchased by the government the
U ' -d States assumed the indebted-
ness ,.f the tribe, and a judgment
again-t them now amounts to a judg-
' against the United States. Mr.
u is expecting within a short
o recover an equal amount for
ss of his horses. The sail for the
f the cattle was brought sepa*
TIRED ALL THE TIME,
Women in the Springtime Need a Tonic.
Spring Fever is Spring Catarrh.
Peruna Cures Catarrh.
M«.
tirv
th-
iols
lately.
In Sonth America.
Gentlemen," said tho South Amor-
iean statesman, "do we revolute to-
morrow?"
"Why not?" queried tho short
senor.
"Why not, indeed?" echoed the
statesman. "Shall we make it before
or after breakfast?"
"After," replied the stout senor.
"I find that it doesn't agree with me
when I try it on an empty stomach."
"Very well," said the statesman. "If
we are agreed we will overturn the
government at ten o'clock to-morrow
morning. How is it with you. Pablo?"
"1 am referee in a cock-fight at 11,"
said the man addressed, "but I'll try
and get around In time to boo you
through."—W
oman's llomc
ion.
Mnrri«*i ni £<?oner.
The body of Will Hayes, 21 years
old. was found lying in a vaeo--; iot
near the busines portion of Wa-.i-g mer I
the other day. Ilis watch was missing I
and his pockets had been rifl<>.'. A !
pair of bloody scissors found ne: ** tin; |
body told the story of how he ■ • nig j
death. Marshal Bennett of Mu>;. ;gee,
was informed that a lynching- was '
threatened. lie immediately proceed- j
with a squad of deputies to Waggoner
and took back six men and three worn-
en, all negroes. They are believed to
be the tough gang that has terrorized
this section for a long tune. haves'
home is baid to be at Wheeling, W.
Va. Me was an honest, highly re-
spected young man.
Srthno !{ '««•■ v .11ohm Not Open.
There is considerable talk and there
seems to be a general impression, ac-
cording to the Woodward News, that
the Valine reserv;:tmus have been open
to ae*«:enient. This is an error and
those who have any idea of trying to j
enter this land should dismiss it at '
once, as there is no order as reported |
remain as before a special
Lena H^°11
: A Oeaiiiiful G'ub Woman
Angeles, Cal.,
S. Olive street
May 5, 1U01.
The Peruna Medicine Co., Columbus, Ohio.
I) u ' / '' s"',crcd "A pain in my right side for over eight years.
/ '.••/ •, h-.i ■ yC'~ KMS "' fcc'cd- My complexion was dark and yellow, I
L "V- ""d tired all the time. I took a great deal
of medicine, but nothing seemed to do me any good. / read in the paper of
I'eruna, and decided V, gh e it a trial. I felt better before the first bottle was
Teaih?"!le! r '"*threC "d ' *<ve "njoy^jperfect
LENA HILTON.
Miss I-ena Hilton is IVesidcntof the Wednesday Whist Club, of Los Angeles.
S a spring medicine Peruna is
iling remedy. It cleans
but
re*
they
v.i; ion.
Ah a sprin
never fai o ^_
the blood through digestion, and
gives tone to the whole system by in-
creasing the nutritive value of "the
food. "Spring fever," as it is some-
times called, which produces a tired
out, sleepy feeling, and inability to do
much mental or physical work, is the
result of a sluggish digestion.
The great popularity that Peruna
has is due to the fact that in all such
cases it at once corrects digestive de-
rangements and enriches the blood by
purifying this very important source
of that vital fluid.
Mrs. J. E. Finn, 82 East High street,
Buffalo, X. Y., writes:
"A few years ago 1 bad to give up
social life entirely, as my health was
completely broken down. The doctor
advised a complete change and rest for
a \ ea r. As this was out of t he question
l«n* a time, 1 began to look around for
other means of restoring my health.
I had often heard of Peruna as an
excellent tonic, so I bought a bottle to
see what it would do for me, and it cer-
tainly took hold of my system and re-
juvenated ,it, and in less than two
months 1 was in perfect health, and
now when I feel worn out or tired a
dose or two of Peruna is all that I
need."
MRS. J. E. FIXX.
If you do not derive prompt and sat-
isfactory results from the use of Pe-
runa, write at once to Dr. Hartman,
giving a full statement of your ease,
and be will be pleased to give you his
valuable advice gratis.
Address Dr. Hartman, President ol
The Hartman Sanitarium, Columbus, O.
oinpan«
Ileforc
D-hoo-oo!'
* nil
After.
>bbed the young
"Tom d doesn't love me any
"Ik
wife.
in-more."
"How do you know he
dear?" asked her mother.
"Il-because," replied the y
fore we were in married he
would d-die for me. and
doesn't,
w., "be-
said he
now ho
w won't even get his life insured in
my f favor."—Chicago Daily Xews.
Approval of C'onnelence.
It is not an easy matter to gain the
applause of the world, but it is In-
finitely easier than to gain the un-
qualified approval of oneself. Yet
abbot s left," 'lirother Cellar-Mast.'r, | untiThe" hT *" 'U'C°Un,cJ -«w «l
of Ui conscience.—Succesi,
lue-lhiului 1 notice u lUvo, us uf >vooi I ~™P«*-th.
Suit foi P.T.OIl .l | >
In 'he district court at Guthrie the
other day a suit for ¥2.000 damages
was commenced by U 11. Price against
Thomas W. Jenkins. The plain ti IT
claims Jenkins illegally caused his
arrest on the 21th day of March on
tiit? pretended charge of forgery and
caused him to be incarcerated for one
d'V- declares the charge waj '
false and asks damages.
< i|i lirlp (lnifiiH Kicking.
Ciuthrie. - An agreement has been
signed between the Missouri, Kansas
A Texas and Choctaw, Oklahoma
Ciulf railroad companies for the former
to use the latter's truck in coining into
(iiithrie, but the citizens have an-
nounced that they will not accept such
a compromise of the Missouri, Kansas
& Texas original proposition to build
here.
Oklahoma Mnn « miivIcMmI In MUanurl
The jury in the case of James Wilson
charged with the murder of Orville
Lyons, a neighbor farmer, 30 years
ago, returned a verdict finding* him
guilty of murder in the second degree
and fixing the sentence at ten years
in the penitentiary. This was at Ava
Missouri. Wilson has lived in Woods
county, Oklahoma for a number of
years.
11rI•• f Mention.
Hie i hoe taw is having trouble securing
: the right of way through Lincoln |
' county farms.
Burglars entered an Enid saloon tho
other night and were so deliberate that
they took only ten cent cigars.
He is a rare farmer in Oklahoma who
does rot, iu preparing the ground for
corn, plough up a few railroad survey-
ors staWes this year. Wichita Eagle.
Dennis Flynn contributed 810,000 to
the 540,000 loan made by UutUrie citi*
leu* to Frank Greer.
To purify
the blood take
Prickfy A si? Bitters
three or fousr t?mes a
week durmg the Spring
months. St wi!S in-
sure health Li
hot weather.
Sold c\erywhere i
$i oo per bottle.
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