The State Democrat. (Norman, Okla.), Vol. 8, No. 23, Ed. 1 Thursday, December 17, 1896 Page: 3 of 8
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BENEATH THE MIS1LETQB.
How do Sweet Margaret's dimples race
Ground the rosea of her face!
And I dare swear the force that stirs
The flower that doth h«r bosom
la that tumultuous heart of hers!
Who'll wager on the dimple race?
My glove, my glory and my bliss
That love can catch them with a kiss!
How do Sweet Margaret's finger-tips
Shield the rare ruby of her lips!
But I dare swear her snow-white hand,
That doth the crimson so eclipse,
Shall fall before her heart's command!
Who'H race the rose-way to her lips?
My glove, my glory and my bliss
Love wins the ruby with a kiss.
—Frank L. Stanton.
A CHRISTMAS SECRET.
By Helen Forest Graves.
spend any more
from, home, my
HfffeHIT dear," said Aunt
•J 1L Chrystenah.
She sat knitting
by the kitchen Are
her mild eyes fixed
on the snow-flakes
which were flutter-
ing like tiny white
Butterflies against the window panes.
Out in the distance beyond the square
wooden turret of Traxall church, she
could see the crooked white stone under
which lay her old husband with leaf-
less rose-vines tangled above his cof-
fin-lid. After all, what was there to
"Don't talk so, Aunt Chrystenah," said
Mrs. John Jones, who had come down
from New York to Bee her aunt, and
also, if the truth must be told, to try
to borrow a little money from her
for Aunt Chrystenah had laid up some-
thing, and her niece had an exceeding
great longing to be able, this Christ-
mas day, to give a little present to her
patient, hard-working young husband.
"No, Janey," said the old lady, "I'm
obliged to you for the invite, all the
sam6 as If I went. But I'm too stiff in
the bones and hard in the hearing to
take much comfort away from home
nowadays. You'll have to keep your
Christmas without me, I guess, this
year. And as for lending you money,
I've but one answer to make, and that
"Oh, Aunt Chrystenah!"
"I mean to leave you all I've got,"
sxplained Aunt Chrystenah, "one o'
these days. But not till I'm done with
it myself. If I begin lending it to
you in driblets, there won't be nothin'
left of it. It's all put away, safe and
lound, arid it'll be yours some day."
Janey thanked Aunt Chrystenah,
with a sickening at her heart, neverthe-
less. She fully appreciated the old
lady's kind intentions; but, oh, if she
could only have known how far—far
more acceptable a little of that money
would be now!
"I would pay you back in a very
ihort time, Aunt Chrystenah," said she,
"No, you wouldn't," said the old
woman, "because you won't have the
chance, and that settles the matter.
And now, if you've a mind to go up-
stairs in the garret and get that old
shepherd's plaid shawl I used to wear in
the days when I was able to go to
meeting, you're welcome to it for a
Christmas present. It can be dyed,
and will make a real nice shawl."
"Thank you, Aunt Chrystenah," said
the young wife, rather spiritlessly.
She went slowly up the garret stairs
into the great hollow, echoing space,
shadowed by dark beams, with the two
odd little semi-circular windows at
cither end, where she had been used
to play as a child.
Directly at the head of the stairs
stood a great wooden chest painted
.ilue which had belonged to some sea-
'aring member of the Jenkins family.
3he opened it with something akin to
iwe—in her childhood's days it had
aeen a penal offense to meddle with
he "big blue chest"—and searched
imong its lavender-scented treasures
out like other clerks in the bank with
something which should prove that
he, too, was not utterly forgotten at
Christmas. And, after all. she was
only borrowing from Aunt Chrystenah
—taking what would one day be her
own. What harm could there be in
And yet Mrs. Jones had reckoned
without her conscience, and that grim
sentinel uprose in her heart when she
least expected it. And as Christmas
approached, with the shop-windows
garlanded with holly and red berries,
and the house-roofs glistened with
snow, Mrs. Jones was a miserable
If only she could in some way earn
twenty dollars to pay back that money
to Aunt Chrystenah's blue chest be-
"A thief! a thief!" she kept repeating
to herself. "That's what I am! Peo-
ple don't know it when they pass me
in the streets. The children in my
Sunday-school class don't mistrust it
when they stand at my knee. John
don't dream of it when he tells me what
a neat, thrifty wife I am—but I know
it all the time!"
"We'll keep Christmas in a small
way, this first Christmas of our mar-
ried life, Janey," said the young hus-
band. "We'll go marketing together
for the turkey and the yellow pumpkin
and the little jar of mincemeat, and I 11
ask poor old Hale, the fellow at the
desk next to me, whose wife died last
summer, and young Ferris, who has
no home but a boarding-house. You're
such a capital little housekeeper that
it'll cost next to nothing! And I shall
bo proud to have them see what a home
I've got and what a home-maker."
Janey smiled faintly.
"Yes, John," she said. "I'll try to
have things as nice as possible." And
she added to herself: "He doesn't know
that I am a thief!"
"So provoking!" said sprightly Mrs.
Rayner, who lived the flat just across
the hall. "I had promised to do this
copying for Lawyer Cortright, and now
I've sprained my wrist so that I can't
even lift a pen. A twenty-dollar job,
"Can't I do it?" gasped Janey, feel-
ing as if an angel from heaven had
come to light up her dreary lot with
his torch of promise. "I write a legible
round hand, and I would take great
pains to be accurate. Oh, please let me
"It must be done immediately," said
"I would do it at once, even if I sit
up nights to accomplish it," said eager
"Well," said Mrs. Rayner, "I don't
see why you shouldn't make the at-
tempt. Mr. Cortright has a righteous
horror of type-writing, and one does
like to earn a little money when one
But you must promise not to tell
Mrs. Rayner laughed.
"I'll promise." said she.
And to secure still greater secrecy
Mrs. Jones did the writing in her neigh-
bor's room, pretending to John that she
ON HER KNEES,
was spending the evening with this
friend or that, and making all sorts
of excuses and evasions.
"Yea," said Miss Eloisa Elton. John's
maiden aunt, who had not been in-
vited to the Christmas dinner, and who
resented the omission highly. She stood
tor the plaid shawl. As she turned over ! in front of the little glass window in
the various articles something chinked
under her hand, and, to her amazement,
It proved to bo an old gray yarn stock-
ing, full of twenty-dollar gold pieces,
laid carefully among homespun blank-
ets and thriftily preserved articles of
"Janey, Janey! you ain't a-lookin' In
the blue chist, be you?" It was Aunt
Chrystenah's voice calling from the foot
af the stairway. "It's in that chist o'
draws clear out under the eaves, close
to the old spinning-wheel and swifts."
"Yes, Aunt Chrystenah."
Janey Jones started away like a
guilty creature, and presently she came
downstairs with the old shepherd's
plaid shawl over her arm.
"It's very nice, Aunt Chrystenah,"
said she, "and I thank you very much
The first thing that Mrs. Jones did
when she came back to the gloomy city
flat that represented home to her, was
to go around to the jeweler's on Third
avenue and purchase the Beal ring with
the ooj'x setting which she had so cov-
eted for John. She loved John so
dearlj she longed to see him decked
the bank where John Jones stood all
day paying out money in various sums,
from thousand-dollar bills to packages
of the corroded cents, "There's some-
thing very queer about it. I've been
there several times of late, and found
her gone out. And there's been more
times than one, John, when I've been
pretty certain she's been to home all
the time, only she didn't choose to open
the door, (Yes, I'll take it in small bills,
please—twos and ones). And that ain't
the worst of it! I've seen her with
these eyes—that's a ragged bill, John,
and I ain't certain o' bein' able to pass
it—a-comin' out of them down-town
law offices with a reg'lar dude of a fel-
low holding the door open for her to
pass out, and grinning as polite as a
basket of chips. And I dunno what
you think about such carryings-on,
John, but I'm of opinion they'd ought
to be looked into! Much obliged to
you!" and she went away with the
proceeds of the check she had been
having cashed, safely cle l?cd into her
alligator-skin reticule, lathing her
nephew with a heart as heavy as lead
within bis Uobobt
At this very moment Janey Jone*
was walking over the swiftly
was walking swiftly over the snow-car-
peted roads past the Traxall burying-
ground, toward the old red farmhouse
with the wellsweep in its rear, and tho
small, many-paned windows.
"A merry Christmas, Aunt Chrysten-
ah?" she said, bursting brightly into
the room where the old lady sat paring
deep-red apples for a dumpling. "I've
brought you a pair of knitted slippers
to wear over your shoes when your
feet are cold, these windy nights. I
made them myself. And, oh, Aunt
Chrystenah, may I just run up to the
garret and get a bunch of dried bone-
set. John's cough troubles him, and
your dried herbs are so much better
than we can get at the druggist's!"
So the twenty-dollar gold coin was
put back among the blankets and
shawls in the blue chest, and the hun-
dred-ton weight was off Janey Jones'
heart at last.
"Stop Janey!" called out Aunt Chrys-
tenah's shrill old voice from the foot of
the crooked wooden stairs. "I've been
kind o' thinkin' sence you was here
last, and I want you to open the old
blue chest "
"Yes, Aunt Chrystenah."
"And look in the corner below the
till, where Grandmother Biggitt's
green striped coverlet is folded—
"Yes, Aunt Chrystenah."
"And take out two o' them gold
double eagles you'll find there in an
old stocking—one for you and one for
your husband. You're young folks, and
it's 'most a pity you shouldn't enjoy
a little of your inheritance. A Christ-
mas present, Janey, from the old aunt
who may never live to seen another
The tears were streaming down Ja-
ney's cheeks, as she hugged and kissed
the wrinkled old fairy godmother; but
she was obliged to make haste to catch
her train, with the precious coins in
her pocket, and the bunch _of dried
boneset in her hand.
John was sitting solitary and forlorn
by the ash-choked fire when she came
home, with sparkling eyes and cheeks
redder than Aunt Chrystenah's big red
"Ah, John, is it you?" she said,
gayly. "Come, we must make haste
and do our Christmas marketing now.
I saw some beautiful oranges at Lin-
sey's, and such hollyberries, and trails
of princess-pine, and a cluster of real
mistletoe—only think of that!"
John looked up with pale face and
haggard eyes, but he made no motion
"What is Christmas to me?" said he,
"since my wife has deceived and be-
"Go to your darling young lawyer's
office, Jane!" said he. "My home is no
place for a married flirt. Ah, you
think I am ignorant of all these things;
but you see you are mistaken!"
With a low cry Janey threw herself
on her knees at his feet, and unbur-
dened her soul to him.
"I was going to tell you all to-mor-
row—on Christmas day," she sobbed,
"but since these dreadful fancies have
entered into your heart, it is right to
know all now. Forgive me, dear—
forgive me for the only fault 1 have
committed—being too anxious to be
"My brave little girl!" he said. "And
you copied all those weary folios, and
sat up late and rose early, that I might
wear a ring on my finger."
"That you might know how dearly
I loved you, John. And, after all, 1
might have snared myself the theft—
for theft it was—for good Aunt Chrys-
tenah gave me double the money at
"I won't wear the ring," said John.
"It's too dearly purchased. But I'll
exchange it for the silver-plated coffee-
pot your housewifely soul has so long
coveted. Eh, my love? And then we
can both enjoy it to-morrow on our
The dinner was a success. The poor
little widower, with the bald head and
shabby suit, was there; so was the
young man from the boarding-house
so was the gray-haired lady from the
flat above, who gave music lessons, and
did not often have a meat meal. Mr I
and Mrs. Rogers were also there— |
and everybody said what a nice Christ-
mas dinner it was for a young house- I
keeper's first attempt.
But the most precious guest of all,
who sat invisible at the right hand of
both host and hostess, was sweet con-
tent of heart. - Peoples' Home Jour-
SCI FN TI FIC CORNER |Then a *r0I> wlu fa"from thc oppo~
CURRENT NOTES OF INVEN-
TION AND DISCOVERY.
Opposing Schools of Medicine Adopt
Union Principles The Imp Sec-Saw
A Fill Trick—Popular Science Expert-
menu Age of Niagara.
site end and a gentle oscillation will
begin, which gradually increases in
speed until the little figures at the end
will perform the most surprising an-
!%-s at their game of see-saw.
CIENCE is a
great leveler, and
through its aid and
agency the bar-
riers that have for
many years separ-
ated opposing fac-
^ tions are being
broken down, and
ies are making
igainst common enemies. There is a
spirit of union among churches that
is extremely gratifying to all broad-
minded persons. This has been go-
ing on for some time; and now we see
the dawn of a new union, that of (the
heretofore violently opposed medical
schools. There was recently organ-
ized at Buffalo a society of medical
men to be known as the American
Association of Physicians and Sur-
geons. This is made up of members
of the different schools. Its object
is to break down the old lines that
have made so much ill-feeling and
caused at times so much confusion in
minds of the uninitiated. Just why a
recognized doctor of one school should
not be as capable as his fellow of an-
other school is a question that out-
siders have never yet been able sat-
isfactorily to settle. Modern Medicine,
in an editorial on this subject, treats
the matter in this wise: "The long
fight among the different schools of
medicine has been based upon differ-
ences of opinion upon the so-called ac-
tion of drugs; but intelligent physi-
cians are finding out (many long ago
made the discovery) that in the rela-
tion of the huhian body and drugs,
it is the cells of the body which are
active, and not the drugs. The body
acts upon the medicine, not the med-
icine upon the body." The remark
able discoveries of medical men and
Scientists in the line of ptomaines and
the other deleterious substances cre-
ated in the laboratory of the human
pystem, have undoubtedly much to do
With the reaching of this conclusion.
A New Color Preservative.
One of the drawbacks and annoy-
ances experienced by the curators of
pathological museums has been the
Impossibility of securing a fluid which
would preserve the original color of
the specimens to be put on exhibition.
Especially have the lungs and the
brain been hopelessly faded or discol-
ored by the fluids at present in use
A new process just introduced is said
to be most encouraging as far as it has
been used. It is composed of forma
lin, distilled water, nitrate of potash
End acetate of potash. The specimens
to be preserved are arranged as nearly
as possible in their natural form, and
the vessel should be large, in order to
hold a quantity of the preservative
solution. The specimens should re-
main immersed for at least twenty-
four hours, but a longer period will
do no harm. They are then trans-
ferred to an 80 per cent alcohol bath,
where they are kept for twelve hours,
then in a 93 per cent alcohol bath for
two hours. They are now ready for
their final disposition, which is im-
mersion in equal parts of water and
glycerine with 30 parts of acetate of
potash. The inventor of this method
has succeeded in retaining the natural
color of the blood and the transparen-
cy of all of the organs, especially the
brain. Tubercular disease and affec-
tions of the marrow are all preserved
in a surprisingly fresh and natural
The Imp Sfp-Saw.
Take two heated pins and stick them
Into the center of a candle at right
The Ape of Ni K ra.
"How old are the Niagara Falls?" is
a fascinating question to which geol-
ogists have given replies varying by
tens of thousands of years. At first
it was estimated that the Niagara riv-
er came into existence, through
changes in the level of the land
'around the Great Lakes, about 55,000
years ago. Later this was reduced to
only 12,000 years. The celebrated geol-
ogist, Sir Charles Lyell, increased the
estimate again to 35,000 years; but
more recently others have lowered it
to about 9,000 years. The latest esti-
mate is that of Dr. J. W. Spencer, who,
basing his conclusions on the most re-
cent investigations, places the age of
the river at 32,000 years, and that of
the cataract at 31,000 years. At one
period, many thousand years ago, the
height of the falls was four hundred
and twenty feet
A Pin Trick.
Among the many curious optical il-
lusions produced by contrasting lines
and forms some of a very astonishing
character occur for which no satis-
factory explanation has been furnish-
ed. If a card perforated by a pinhole
be placed close to the face resting
against the nose as shown in the illus-
tration, and a pin be held by its point
in such a way that its head comes be-
tween the eye and the pinhole in the
ard, the pin being held quite close to
the eye, the pin, strange to say, will
appear on the other side of the pinhole,
reversed and magnified. You see tho
Crimsonbeak—"I'll give that man
Windham credit for being truthful."
Yeast—"Why?" He got up to speak
last night and he said he wouldn't
keep the audience a minute." "And
is that as long as he kept them?*
"Yes; they all got up and left the
Mrs. Shrill—"So you won't get me
that new bonnet?" Mr. S.-^"No, 1
won't." Mrs. S.—"Very well, then. I'll
go to every temperance meeting that
comes along and people will think
the reason I ain't decently dressed is
because you've took to drlnlc."—Nt#w
angles to the wick, which should be
left exposed at both ends. Then rest
the pins on the edges of two wine
glasses and trim the candle to bal-
ance. Light the wick, and beyond the
flame at each end, by means of a piece
of wire, fasten two little figures with
their joints hinged. Now as the can-
dle begins to melt, a drop of grease
will fall from one end (it is advisable
ny the way, to put something beneath
to catch it in), and that end of the
tandie will rise a little above the other.
pin, in fact, not as you hold it in your
hand, but through the perforation, on
the outer side of the card. It will be
found necessary, unless you have ex-
ceptionally firm nerves, to rest the
hand holding the pin against the
cheekbone, for the difficulty is to get
the pin head directly between your
eye and the perforation in the card
and to hold it there without wavering.
I must confess inability to satisfactor-
ily explain this illusion, nor have I
met with any explanation that seemed
to meet the case fully and at every
point. If a small perforation be made
in a thimble such as, indeed, often oc-
curs from long and constant use of
that indispensable household article,
everything seen through it, the let-
ters on this column, for example, if
the thimble is slowly moved over It,
will appear greatly magnified.
PoiKoning by Posphorug.
The attention of scientists h?fs been
called to the rapid increase in the
number of cases of phosphorus poison-
ing among workers in match factor-
ies. Unless the ventilation and gen-
eral conditions are of the best, the
workmen inhale large quantities of
crude phosphorus, and after a certain
stage rapidly develop disease traceable
directly to this deleterious substance.
The action of the poison is rather slow
at first, but once it becomcs diffused
through the system, it is very diffi-
cult to eradicate it. In fact, it is be-
lieved that when phosphorus has once
taken a firm hold of the physical forces
it is impossible to eliminate it, and
that the conditions of decay have be-
gun. Among other notable peculiari-
ties, it has been remarked that the
bones ol' persons saturated with phos-
phorus are much more easily fractured
than those of other people. Efforts are
to be made to improve the sanitary
condition and ventilation of the fac-
tories, and also to forbid the use of
white phosphorus in the preparation
Even if it were possible for man to
live without breathing air he could
not exist on the earth if it were with-
out an atmosphere. Plants derive
carbon, the most important element of
their food, from the air, and without
plants there could be no food for ani-
mals, and therefore no human be-
ings. Water also comes from the at-
mosphere, but if there were no water
there could be neither plants nor ani-
mals. If food and water could be sup-
plied in some other way the world
would still be uninhabitable by plants
and the animals, owing to the severity
of the cold. Without an atmosphere
there would be no winds, and conse-
quently no waves or ocean currents.
The sea— if we may suppose one to hav«
been supplied by some unknown caus«
—would be a stagnant pool, uninhab-
itable by seaweed or fish.—Detroll
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