The Reformer. (Kingfisher, Okla.), Vol. 3, No. 41, Ed. 1 Thursday, April 11, 1895 Page: 7 of 8
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sol bad Hlffbted some dlrollot wreckage
of the Serapis. lie brought the nows to
Plymouth, and tin* day afterward, just
as the church-bells summon 1 the wor-
shippers to the joyful adoration of the
Eastertide, all Bideford knew that
Esther Wooding had lost her stalwart,
noble sweetheart. Many an eye w is
moist, and many n heart hot as the
thoughts of his kindm ss vver? recalled
with gratitude and tears.
Meanwhile, poor Esther, sad with un-
utterable sorrow, wandered down to the
bar and watched the smiling sea, so
treacherous and calm, as though ,.t any
moment it may yield up nor dead.
“Oh John! My own John! Why had 1
not kept you here!"
So she moaned, while the moan of the
wind answered her across the rustling
reeds ut Hideford Pof I.
“Really, darter, beent y'u grievin’ tu
much?” said her querulous and way-
worn old fatl 1 Maddock 1 1 ■"
sure enow, hut don’t ’maze yoursel’ with
tr’uble, child.”
Truth to tell, the old man had already
found John's successor, did he dare but
name him.
”1 want tu see y’u in some good man’s
honu before I die,’’ he added, peering
up into her face.
“Don’t talk of dying, father, nor of my
having to leave you. I hope both are
equally distant events,” replied Esther,
with her sad eyes looking surprlsedly
enough, she was on th*' quay that after- j TjW ^ Jl J |^J^( |(j 11 |
noon, not It h< I *
Xow where was John? The leader | - ”
knows mor 1 than Esther did as yet
John and his three companions stayed j
I on the island for many h»®g days and |
nights, watching for sonn passing ves- j
j sol, hunting, fishing, and cheering each
other with words of hope.
The four survivors had need of pa-
! tience, for more than one vessel bore .
i down, but they did not see their frantic j
j signaling, or, if they did, heeded it not. i
At last the neckerchief which Esther i
I had thrown around John Maddock s
' neck was floated to the breeze at the
! top of it lofty palm tree. A vessel
j bound for Australia caught sight of it I
shortly afterward, and took the four !
mariners of the Berapis from their soli- j
tary state.
Then followed the voyage onward to
Calcutta and John's Immediate return
on board the first packet leaving for j
England.
With this brief interlude, we can re-
sume our place by Esther’s side upon
the quay at Plymouth. Bho dreaded
CALIFORNIA PIONEER’S THRILL-
ING EXPERIENCES.
It Was lit th* ( ulil Winter of 1854-5—
Wolves Attack Ills Pony In Droves—
Fighting the Unites Oft \ Hand of
1 IUh to Itu Henruc.
John Phillipson of Pomona, Cal., re-
cent V told this exciting story of pioneer
days on the plains to the New York Bun
correspondent:
“The vej-y coldest winter l remem-
ber was that of 1854-5. 1 was with a
man named Johnson settling on a land
claim in eastern Nebraska. We were
sixty-three miles west of what was the
little village of Omaha, and we had to
get ail our supplies from there. Lots
of times the snow was so deep that we
could not get more than three or four
miles from our cabin by a hard day’s
^for,o^r,b,uT^pmVna.i:*«*. w,.r;au,.**r,
tion several times it it bad not been
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appearance from Bideford as yet. The
western sea was nil aflame with the
glory of the setting sun when a ship
sailed In the cove. It was strangely
familiar to her. Nay. it was the vessel
she had seen In her dream.
Sin* turned around. Was she dream-
upon liiu.. Tin- old mun shuffled before I atam] iu ia^ , tl) you both.
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AN EASTER STORY.
HO HAS NOT
heard of Devon
county? Devon
bonnle Devon, with
its almost Italian
skies, its hazy
“tors,” its crystal
stretches of rolling
streams, its coast-
combes. through
which the sea-foam
rushes white as
carded wool, and
those deep, winding lanes, almost over-
reached with honeysuckle and wild-
brier, the delirious windings of which
seemed designed by Oupl'l for his do-
votees alone.
’ Charles Kingsley tells bow Grenvil.
’cousin of William the Conqueror, drew
around him to those sequestered spots
his trusty Saxon serfs and free Norse
rovers and dark Silurian Britons,
whose mingled blood still gives to De-
vonians their brave men and beauteous
women.
Certainly John Maddock and Esther
Wooding fully sustained their native
country’s reputation. Sweethearts they
had ever been since the days when they
went, hand in hand, to the white stone
schoolhouse on the hill above Bide-
ford. And now John was first mate of
an Indian ship, and he and Esther had
met to bid farewell ere he sailed away
on his long, perilous voyage,
t It was on the Easter eve of 18?.?.
'Spring’s sweet breath filled all that
southern clime; and as the lovers nes-
tled In one last, passionate embrace,
Esther felt as she had never felt before
l—a strange reluctance to let her af-
fianced one go.
! “I know you will com*' back again,
’john, but do you know I have an op-
pressive dread of some foreboding
''evil?”
j “Cheer up, my dearie, for come back
3 surely shall, and, maybe, with enough
of this world’s goods to settle.) our home
In Bideford.”
\ He kissed her with a caress which
'drew the whole soul through their lips
'and hurried to the distant street to
cutch the stage to Plymouth.
• Across the heathery hills he rode,
whence had flamed the beacon light
’that told of proud Spain’s dread Ar-
mada’s defeat. But John Maddock
rode at the mercy of the elements.
Crash went the foretopmast, then the
bowsprit, and afterward a jury mast
rigged by John Maddock and the gal-
lant crew, who tolled in vain to save
the ship. The captain stood with John
in the poop that night, and heard the
distant breakers on the shore.
"No hope for her, Maddock,” said he,
sadly, with a shake of his grizzly head.
"We have done all-”
The remainder John never heard. Just
then she struck. He was thrown clear
off the poop, overboard. He looked
around. There reared the stern almost
perpendicularly. She had run into the
jaws of a rock-riven chasm, which
gripped her like a vise. The mainmast
snapped with a crack; the breakers
lashed her sides; and with a dash, one
great wave flooded her waist. Oh! that
cry of despair, how it haunted John’s
ears. He caught a falling spar and
floated clear of timbers and cordage.
The nose of the vessel was high up
in the rocks, dotted here and there with
black figures. They had nothing to
hold to, and one after another fell Into
the seething caldron beneath into full
twenty fathoms of foaming water,
which dashed its spray upward until
that clear, melancholy gaze, and turned
to some other subject iff discussion. Her
womanly instincts had told her that
Ralph Colwell loved her. Ralph was
rich, and though of middle age, a man
of goodly presence and fortune.
Now John was lost at sea, as all sup-
posed, and Ralph Colwell’s aspirations
revived. He had been her father's gen-
erous friend, but he never presumed up-
on It; and when tlie Berapis had lain
beneath the terrible rock of the African
coast for over a twelvemonth, he timidly ,
and thoughtfully urged ids suit upon
Esther, only to be met with refusal.
But men of Ralph's temperament are
not easily turned aside from their pur-
poses, and he could afford to wait. Her
father died in the June of 1S33, and the
house was left unto her desolate. Ralph
proved lover, friend, philosopher and
financial resource all In one. He never
intruded his rejected suit. Ills constant
love by thoughtful watching wise won
the day without this.
”1 have little to give you in return
for your devotion, Mr. Colwell,” said
Esther, gently, “but 1 ani deeply sen-
sible of all your goodness to me and
mine.”
“I only ask you to let me love you
until you can love me in return, Es-
ther. Grant me your hand, and 1 shall
be the happiest of men.”
She did so, and the wedding was
ilxed to take place on March 27, 1834;
Easter Sunday following on the 30th.
The idea that John could have survived
never occurred to her. That whs an
impossibility, as she thought, so un-
mistakably had the record of the veS'
harbor
ing again? There stood th»
master, glazed hat and all.
•‘What hip i- that 1" queried E ith< I
in a low. strained voice.
“The Vulture, Indlanman, young la-
dy,” he replied, and touched his hat.
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SHE WATCHED THE SHIP.
“Why should he not? He did so last
night,” thought Esther,
on that ship,” she said.
“John? Who’s John
master.
Esther heeded not. She ran alongside
the nearing vessel. A bronzed flgurf
sel’s loss been given. And yet Esther ! stood on the stern. It was John.
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HE (’AUGHT A SPAR.
it sprinkled the feathery palms along
the brink a hundred feet above.
“None can live in such a sea as this,”
muttered John, clutching his spar the
tighter.
on name another breaker an the lion , murmurecl| wlth Ilsh(.n ups.
leaps upon Its prey. he Serap.s parted | n,u ,,.................
ohe dived
Wooding felt her depression in a great
er degree ms her nuptials drew near.
The 24th of March came. She was
sleeping alone in her father’s and her
own home. For none would have In-
terfered with her in those quiet days of
honest neighborhood. When she re-
tired to rest u fierce storm tossed th*
branches of the trees before her win-
dow, and the thunder of the surf us it
sent the pebbles flying up the beach was
distinctly audible.
No wonder she dreamt of John! She j
saw the shutter of rock, her lover’s
form hurled frcm the poop, and the
doomed vessel dashed to pieces on the
shore. John’s white face was distinct- ■
ly visible, floating over the bounding ;
billows, and she awoke in terror.
The next night her depression was 1
deeper than before. And, stranger still, !
she dreamt of John again. But this )
time the storm had ceased, and there
was a groat calm. Slu; could see the
beach where her lover had landed In
safety, and he seemed to w ave his neck-
. rclih f, i" r parting gift. as though sig-
naling ;j passing ship. When morning's
dewy light stole in through her case-
ment, Esther arose, and felt that most
unreasonably, and yet effectually, had
her sorrow' left her.
She reproached herself for this light-
some mind, but it was in vain she did
so.
"Tomorrow is the wedding day,” she
”1 knew you would come,” she re-
marked, very quietly, live minutes lat-
er, and then fainted in his arms.
The next afternoon they were mar-
ried. All Bideford gave them an East-
er welcome; for was not this a resur-
rection of the dead? And Ralph Col-
well winced, but bore his trouble brave-
ly. as he gave the bride away, saying
“She is yours, John, but now
for the game around the creek. As it
was, we had deer, buffalo and elk meat
at nearly every meal, and much of it
Of course we got tired of tlu; diet, and
one day 1 got up and vowed I w as going
to Omaha to get something different to
• eat—a pack of flour or corn meal. I
got to Omaha safe enough, bought u
, sack of flour and started hack to our
cabin, over sixty miles away, mind you.
I got within fifteen miles of the cabin
when a north wind came sweeping sud-
denly down across the prairie. In less
than half an hour tin* mercury dropped
thirty degrees, and freezing weather
was upon me. The horse knew we were
j in danger and tried to get along as fast
j ;is ho could. We made slow work of It,
i and as we went past a thicket of cot-
tonwood trees I saw something big
| and gray run swiftly into tli«■ road and
! go about twenty yards ahead of us.
It was a wolf, a great white chap, that
j kept looking back at us with bloodshot
I eyes. Presently another joined him.
| then a third, a fourth, until from every
| hummock the swiftly moving animals
I came flocking. 1 had my rifle and re-
! volvers, but 1 could not hope to kill
I half the pack. As 1 thought of this,
; one of the wolves sprang at the pony s
! throat. He shook It off with a spring
I forward, but another leaped up instead.
I I brought my whip down upon the crea-
ture’s back and it fell with a yelp.
| Lashing right and 1- ft. I cleared a short
i space ahead for a brief moment, and
the poor pony shot on. straining every
I nerve. But the pack was on us once
more, and a gigantic fellow, hurling
himself straight at the pony's throat,
fastened its fangs in the flesh, drug-
Then John is ping the poor animal down on Its knees.
1 leaped forward and placed my pistol
close to the wolf’s oar and fired. It
fell over dead, but 1 saw that the pony
was bleeding to death with a great hole
iu its neck, from which the blood was
pouring in a stream. At tin* sight the
wolves seemed to go mad and fell upon
the pony with fury. Taking advantage
of the opportunity 1 leaped from tin?
saddle and ran, knowing that as soon
as they finished the pony I would share
its fate. What 1 hoped to do I cannot
tell, but the instinct, was to run, and
I did. In less time than it takes to tell
it I heard them coming, and easting my
her I eyes despairingly about, l saw only the
distinctly heard the words: “Don’t stir,
old man! I’ll take you round by the
shortest cut.”
The porter was followed at once by
the plain-clothes men. The cart con
taintng th® box was wheeled into largt
business premises in the Rue do Body
and delivered over to a clerk, the por
ter observing that ho would call for it
in the morning and take it away to an
other destination. The clerk objected
to receiving the article as he had no
notice of its coining, but he was pre-
vailed upon to let it remain in the
place. The detectives entered soon
after and, having mentioned their huk
picions to the clerk, it was arranged
that tney should hide on the premises
and await event 1 In th® strokt o
midnight the lid of the box was ol>
served rising gently and out came a
man who walked toward a money sab
opened it with the aid of tools which
he had in his possession and, after hav
ing annexed a supply of gold and bank
notes, returned to his original hiding
place.' The detectives waited until the
morning which brought the porter, who
was arrested and the box with the safe
breaker in it was conveyed to the office
of the Burete. There the thief, over
come with surprise, was despoiled of
his booty, amounting to about £80, and
was quickly dispatched to the depot.
queried the
father is (lead, 1 claim the right to j
stand in his ylace to you both.”
Today the aged John and Esther i
Maddock live In the homo left them by |
Ralph, and this Eastertide their grand- j
children gather to listen to this, my j
story, told annually by their adored I
grandfather.
DR. COLLYER’S EASTER HOPE.
The Du> of \I1 Day* Wlun No llunum
Being Mionhi Despair.
The resurrection always follows
death. We shall spring into a new life 1
S out of the duller and outer darkness, j
i That’s the truth about men and that’s j
tl t ith about nations. Until nations
j arc struck by the second death, as some
| nations have been, from which there is
! no resurrection—and we are very far
from that, 1 think—we are bound to
gleaming snow, looking all the whiter
and more cruel for the light pouring
from the full moon. But as I gave my-
self up for lost, I heard a rush of feet
from the opposite direction, and the
next moment a hand of elks swept into
sight. Magnificent fellows they were,
eight males and tin does, with a
couple of calves. They had evidently
been stampeded by something and.swept
past me without seeing me, but slop-
ped short on catching sight of the
wolves. The does turned back and j
started to gallop away in the direction ,
from which they came, but one of the
bucks gave a cry and l bey stopped
short and huddled together with the
fawns between them, while the bucks ]
surrounded them. Each buck lowered
his horns and awaited the attack. The
wolves, seeing the cordon of bristling
bone, paused disconcerted for a mom-
ent; then the foremost, a gaunt old
A CRYING ABUSE.
Tin, |(t> former Denounced K«« Diving
amt Then Tipi* the Walter
The able and distinguished rtfor^nr
was discussing the tipping question
with a plain, ordinary traveling sales
man while they were tauing dinner
on a dining-car.
“The exorbitant fee),” lie sail,
“which arc bestowed on servants is an
instance of a tendency to bo over gen
crous, which, once reduced to a cus
tom, becomes the severest kind of tax
in that it is likely to ulYoct tlu* warm
est-hearted people. Why, my dear sir
should we pay the U5-ct*:it Lion? Why.
indeed, the 10- *iit. ice1 Why any »•■**
to the porter? He is paul ns vaj es,
or, at least, In is supposed to have been
paid his wages, i’as.iengers pay tlu b
fares. They pay extra for reserved
seats. The railroad companies and
the Pullman company, one or the other
or both, then taxes the traveling puhlb
withthe wages of these servants. It
is absolutely wrong it is outrageous,
sir, and might better be iu tins business
of highwaymen.”
They left the table about this time
and the able statesman, quite uncon
sciousty, dropped a dime into the hand
of the waiter as he moved away. “As
1 was saying,” he continued when they
hud gotten into the smoker, “the whole
tiling is an outrage. These words
seem hard. They are hard. They are
intended to be hard. The abuse is
hard. It is a blackmail which a free
American public ought to allXVXXX
American public ought in all decency
(o resent, but which, regrettable as it
is to say, the American people in ex-
treme good nature contlnuo to submit
to. We should push the legislate,
sir, for regulating theso Pullman fares
and push the crusade against the tip
ping system. Resent this blackmail,
sir; resent it to the uttermost limit.”
“Brush you off sir?” put in tho porter
at this point with a gracious smile, and
the able statesman stood up, turned
himself around to the porter’s wisp
kept on talking, and paid tho porter :<
quarter wit1,out once noticing what h<
was about, f hen ho wanted to know
what made G. traveling man sruih*
look forward to a better life right here i wolf, gave a howl and threw himself
upon the lower antlers. He was flung
fully ten feet with a broken back, Lilt
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HE KISSED HER.
dreamed that Easter eve of
peace, not war; of life yet
love and
life yet to come,
when he and Esther should walk Its
flowery pilgrimage together.
I His ship, the Serapis, conveyed a Brit-
ish regiment to India. When he reached
[Plymouth the quaint old streets were
failed with a crowd gathered to see the
redcoats pass to the beach,
j The vessel sailed away amid women's
gobs and men’s hurrahs, and that Sun-
day morning they watched her drift
until the highest peak faded against
an opalescent sky and she disappeared
below the dip of the sea.
i The Serapis raced before the wind
like a bird past the Gambian coast and
lay In the doldrums in the gulf of
,Guinea, while soldiers sweltered and
swore and sailors whistled for a breeze.
(They moved again, and when off Port
Nolloth, South Africa, a great Atlantic
gale struck her, and for two days they
as if severed by a knife.
down and the next wave rolled over her
with a hissing surge of triumph. A
great seachest floated out; he grasped
it in the nick of time and spun out with
it from the deadly embrasure which
was the grave of the vessel.
How long John Maddock floated that
horrible night he could not remember.
The tide had set toward the shore again,
and he neared a small inlet where the
current ran like a millrace. Dead bod-
ies were strewed along the beach, and
huge, lazy cormorants floated in the
morning twilight above his head, look-
ing like specter vampires.
He bad almost reached the shore when I
a voice hailed him:
“Is it you, sir, Mr. Maddock?”
“Yes, replied John, feebly, for he was j
worn out. “Who are you?”
“Three of us, sailors all, sir. We man-
aged to scramble on some rigging. Look
out for the sharks. They’re having a
fine time this morning,” added the man,
with a groan.
They dragged him from the chest,
fainting, with exposure and fatigue.
There stood, or rather knelt, the four
solitary survivors of the wreck of the
Serapis.
“Men,” said John, when he had re-
covered somewhat; “let us thank God
and commit our comrades to His ;
mercy.”
And he repeated the words of resur-
rection faith, mingled with thanks for
their deliverance, with a fervor such as
only men of their experience can appre-
ciate.
The day had fully dawned. The cast-
aways spent it in burying the dead and
building a fire to dry their sodden gar-
ments.
"Keep a sharp lookout for a vessel,
while I go and hoist a signal,” said Mad-
dock.
Hard by the sandy stretch where they
landed was a small cave, in shaly rock.
That night they slept there, barring its
entrance with timbers. Aud here *e
must leave the four comoanions to go
back to Devon once more.
The women left weeping on Plymouth
shore were destined to weep again. The
Serapis never reported at Calcutta, and
hope deferred made n.any loving hearts
sick with apprehension. Eastir of 1833
came, but with it came no joy, rather
the confirmation of their worst fenrs.
The captain of a homeward-bound ves-
The thought disturbed her as it had
never done before. And that last night
lay down to sleep and dream again.
This third time she stood on Plymouth
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anil a nobler life. I saw a picture once
in Chicugo that seemed to tell the Btory
! of the nations. One great figure was
j looking backward on wreck and ruin,
! with no hope In her eyes and no expec-
tation of lit w life there. The other was
| looking forward eagerly and hopefully
I toward a new world that was rising.
The eyes that were looking backward
were dark and sad, and full of regret
for the past. The eyes that were look-
ing forward were gray and clear—proph-
et's eyes—and full of light touched
with joy. That's the look we should
give on human life, for It rises into
Immortal life for which our Easter fes-
tival stands as a reminder. That's
the look we should give to the nation
to which we belong, which has still the
new world before it, and which Is des-
tined to be tlie greatest and best, as X
believe, the world ever saw.
ROBERT COLLYEIt.
TO GIVE A VIOLET LUNCHEON.
Mow the Modest Little mourn Brought
a Sweet. Note Froin ;* l umouH Singer.
Ii tlie violet retains its proverbial
modesty throughout tho conspicuous
ness of Its present adulation it will de-
serve all the praise and admiration that
lias ho long been its undisputed right.
One of Patti’s sweetest notes—If a very
meek little pun may be permitted
was the one she sent In the height of
her youthful fame to tho Russian
prince who hod flung at her feet the
tribute of a bouquet of violets con-
taining a jeweled ornament of im-
mense value. Tho jewel was re-
been maimed and killed that, they I turned. “if I should keep the dia-
seemed to realize the hopelessness of j glie wrote, “1 should not de-
serve the violets.” Certainly violets
are very suggestive of faith and youth
his fate did not <1 ter I lie others. They
threw themselves upon the elks only to
be pierced by the prongs. It was not
until fully twenty had in this way
the thing. That they desisted at all
was matter of surprise to mo, for, as |
every plainsman will tell you, these?
animals are simply fearless and as ]
dogged as a mule. 1 had watched this
battle from a hillock, on which I had
seated myself. Why didn’t 1 run ? Where j
would 1 have run to? Besides, the
cold was numbing, and I watched the j
fight with a drowsy interest, >.r. if it. j
had nothing to do with me :*g all. 1 j
fully expected that when tin wolves j
found that they were not. to have Lhe i
elks they would try me, but they had |
evidently forgotten all about me, and '
and loveliness, and if a pretty girl cun
looker sweeter than as God has made
her it is when she has a cluster of these
dewy blossoms nestling under her
rounded chin. These are a few of the
reasons why a violet luncheon given
for a debutante os for a fiancee just be
fore her wedding is a most delicate
compliment. For such a luncheon vio
lets should reign, of course, though
violet color and violet flavor need not
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A SHARP LOOKOUT FOR A VESSEL,
quay, and. from the spot where Drake
and Hawkins played their game of
bowls, she looked, with a crowd, at an
Incoming ship, which flred her gun and
saluted the colors.
“What vessel is that?” asked Esther,
in her dream, of the harbor master.
"The Vulture, Indlanman, young
lady,” he responded, gallantly doffing
his glazed hat.
John, her John, the one she dreamed
dead and burled in the Atlantic off the
African coast, stood on the stern and
waved her neckerchief.
The dream ended, and Esther once
more arose, to find herself humming a
tune, the first trill of her once merry
voice for two years.
"But It is my wedding day!” And
at the returning thought her face
blanched and her music ceased. “Oh,
I cannot go to the altar today,’’ de-
clared she to herself. And through the
early hours she stole quietly away,
with a borrowed team, to Plymouth.
Why to Plymouth? Esther did not
know, or said she did not. An Inde-
finable motive power hnd led her away
from her plighted word. And, surely
Kim ter Morning.
With what joyous anticipation the
ringing of the bells on Easter morning
floods the mind! It is a summons to
celebrate the passage of the gloomy
period of winter and cold, during which
the earth has slept and all nature has
stagnated, buried under a mantle of
snow and ice. The warmth of the sun
has released the brooks and filled the
nil- with golden mist and tlx* brood-
! ing spirit of a new creation hovers over
tlx- land. The period Is symbolical of
tlx* resurrection of all bright and glor-
j jous things, and the season appropri-
j ;it( for the celebration of the greatest
j event in the history of Christendom,
the resurrection of Christ.
! On this day all thoughts of young and
old are turned toward the future. It
; ts a day consecrated to hope, and it is
| a Christian duty to exert all our
strength to throw off the depressing
Influences of the past and take courage
ond resolution In the blessed promises
of the future, in the beautiful land
which we have inherited doubt and dis-
couragement have no place. Every In-
fluence wafted by the great agencies
only sat around for awhile < eing tht j run rampant, as ut a violet luncheon
horn barrier wis,fully, as if hoping given recently in Washington for a
that the elks would tire out, but. find- , y0Ung bride-elect. On that occasion
ing that the formidable antlxi , p - | vj0|e^ ribbon, broad enough for sashes.
mained sullenly presented to them, they j recrossed the tablecloth
; finally trotted off. Tho elks waited for | ui°fl8ed am* harossud tnc t..metiot...
some minutes longer, and then break- ' while a nairower width of the same
ing rank moved off in tho opposite di- I color tied into sheaves the luncheon
rection. 1 was by this time so nearly \ rolls. Violets fresh were massed by
frozen that, it was all I could do to crowded dozfcns in tho center of the
reach one of the wolves and tear the
carcass open and creep inside. Was he
big enough? Why. man, the white wolf
Is as big as a calf a year old. They
have left these parts sometime ago,
but while they were hert they were
feared by man and brute. You may
smile all you want and wink at one
another as much as you please, but l
stayed In the old fellow’s carcass until
long after daylight the next day. 1 got
up once or twice In the night to gather I
together some fagots and prairie grass |
along the banks of the slough and rr.adr?
a fire of them. It saved my life.”
burglar in a box.
A New Thing in Houftcbrcttking and On*
That Requires Nerve.
There is an amusing story told about
of civilization, the press, the pulpit, and , ^ fiurgiar In a box, says u Paris letter
the far-reaching lines of transportation
which traverse the country from end to
end. is exerted for the amelioration and
advancement of the people. The depres-
sion which the past year has witnessed
will soon be forgotten in a revival of
Industry and restored confidence. Pro-
phets of evil will find their occupation
less and lees l>‘ accord with prevailing
conditions
In London Telegraph. According to a
presumably veracious narrator, two de-
tectives who were on duty hist evening
in the Rue Saint-Martin heard a man
address a large box which he was
wheeling before hint on a cart as If It
were a human being. The detectives
may or may not have thought of the
story of tho wooden horse, but at all
events they listened attentively and
table and violets candied were scat
tered about In little knlcltknack recep
tacles. Every dish served was si-
thoroughly violet that the dainty flow
ers even supplanted the chopped pars-
ley in creamed oysters and in chicken
croquettes. In short, tho luncheon
seemed almost too intense a compli-
ment.
tVliat ynet'll Victoria Sill'!.
An amu-mg example of Queen Vh
V. . '1 ; tin
rounds of the English press. While bul
a mere child she used to delight Georg*-
IV. by her quaint remarks. One day
when staying at the royal lodge th*
king entered the drawing-room leading
his little niece by the hand. The bnnu
was stationed as usual in the adjoining
conservatory. “Now, Victoria,” raid
Ms majesty, "the hand Is In the ncx!
room and shall play any tune you
please: what shall it bet” ••<>, uncle,”
replied the princess with great readi
ness, "I should like 'God Save the King
hotter than anything else." The Httle
princess, at that time, it must b.
remembered, was but once removed lu
the line of succession.
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Wilson, H. C. & Sanders, Spencer E. The Reformer. (Kingfisher, Okla.), Vol. 3, No. 41, Ed. 1 Thursday, April 11, 1895, newspaper, April 11, 1895; Kingfisher, Oklahoma Territory. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc1077911/m1/7/: accessed July 17, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.