Garber Sentinel. (Garber, Okla.), Vol. 5, No. 16, Ed. 1 Thursday, February 11, 1904 Page: 3 of 10
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Spacc* there are of silver, spaces of
Fading blue and deepening rose the lin-
den boughs between:
Jubilant thrushes calling while twillt
veils are falling
Across the western roses their fervent
fires to screen.
A whltothront fiinjrs h!s vespers, whllo
lar-off pigeons drawl.
Moths quit the shadowy shelter of Ivy
The solder stops her spinning, for her
leisure time's Veglnrlng,
And filmed across with dewdrops are tha
hangings of her hall.
Gray clouds invade the silver, the green
There i no stain of scarlet where lately
filed the sun.
Time's finger th.'u vm lifted falls: and a
point ha:$ shifted
Upon th" dial of the eartn. Another day
THE LAST HOPE |
liy LUIIA VINE SMITH. k
Copyrighted, 1903, by The Authors Publishing Company. |§
"Ruthie, do you think .Iame3 will
come to-morrow? Will I see bim
once more before I die? He will
come, if he knows, won't he?"
"Oh, grandma!" answered the gi.'l,
"don't don't talk that way! Maybe wc
will keep you with us a long time yet.
Yes, I think James will come, and
really, I believe you look better to-
day. Now try and Bleep a bit, anil
when you wake up I will make you
some nice soft toast and we will have
Tenderly drawing the bed cover up
; 1 got the money without letting her
I ,;no\v? O Jamie, Jamie! Why will
j you? I love him, anyway, and if it's
| in my power I'll get him home!"
She sat and pondered—it seemed
for hours, but the problem remained
"Yes, grandma, I'm coming; do you
• v.ant your tea?"
"No, not now, dearie. Child, I want
| you to go up into the attic—here, take
j this key, unlock the big chest and
] brng down the music box you will
over the shoulders of the old lady and ; find there—if you can carry it. Wait!
smoothing her pillow, Ruth stepped
sol'tly to the kitchen and sinking into
a low chair buried her face in her
apron and sobbed bitterly. She knew
her grandmother could live, but a few
days at the most. The dear, helpless,
old lady had passed her ninety-sev-
enth birthday, and now it was only a
Btep to the beyond where all sorrow
and care would cease.
But this was not all the cloud that
darkened Ruth's sky. Poor child! so
young and frail to bear such a heavy
burden! Drawing it from her pocket,
she read for the hundredth time, per-
haps, that crumpled letter:
"Dear Ruth: I am more than
ashamed to beg you to help me out of
another scrape, but I swear if you can
flx me out this time, It shall be tho
last. Here I am, three hundred miles
from home, grandma dying—asking
for me, and I am in trouble again.
It's a fine of ten dollars or—jail. Tho
professor says he will see me go there
this time, before he'll help me out,
and I don't know as 1 can blame him.
Sis, I haven't one cent! I've got that
pass for home, but I can't leave here
until I have paid the fine! Ruthie,
I am a scoundrel, as I know better
than anybody else, and I hate myself;
but if you can get me out this once,
so I can go home, I'll promise to come
back and finish this year and be the
steadiest fellow you ever saw. I
mean it this time, sure, for I'm tired
of the whole business, and I'll pay you
back, for you shall have a good deal
more than half of what grandma has
to leave us. You will, won't you,
let me tall you about it," and the dy-
fused to move. She tried the sprock-
et. pressed the pin wheel, but all to
"I will take It to the kitchen and un-
screw the cover and then I can sure-
ly find out what is the matter. You
shall have some more music, grand-
ma, Indeed you shall," said Ruth, as
she once more lifted the big box and
bore it away.
The old screws were loosened with
but little trouble, tho cover raised,
and there—Ruth almost scrcamed in
deilglit and amazement—for there
was money! nickels—nickels—nick-
els without end! No wonder the thing
was so heavy! She counted; fort\-two
nickels! anil there in one corner was
a little leather bag with just one-
hundred more! One hundred and for-
ty-two nickels—seven dollars and ten
"And I have four dollars and eight-
een cents; eleven dollars and twenty-
eight cents! And it will only take ten
to get James out of disgrace and
bring him homo! Poor, little, dead
'talian boy! You -lid not know how
happy your treasured nickels would
make three hearts!"
In her joy Ruth almost forgot that
her errand was to fiix the music box.
She didn't know any more what to do
than tho big cat who watched her,
but she touched something, she could-
n't tell what, and lo! the wheel turned
and once again came the sweet tune.
Carefully she laid the money in the
table drawer, but the co\ er in place,
closed tho box and carried it baclt
to the bedroom, saying cheerily:
"Wall, grandma, the last liopo la
surely not dead. A card from James
•says he will be here to morrow morn-
ing"—and God and the angels forgive
her for the lie.
The sweet, wrinkled, old face wore
a happy smile, but the soul was gone.
Softly tho music-box played "The
Last Hope." The door was closed;
the dead woman was alone with tlio
music she loved.
In the next room a boy and a girl
—nay—a man and a woman stood
side by side. Gently his arm stole
around1 her waist.
"Ruthie, but for you her last hope
—yes, ar.d my own, had died. Had I
not sot here before she went I should
never have forgiven myself."
Ho raised her sweet face to his anil
there were tears In her eyes.
"Why, my darling, is it so? Is
there one last hope for me still:" and
the girl replied:
"How I have loved you, James!"—
and swoetly, softly, "The Last Hope"
played—for the dead and for the liv-
Smoothing her pillow.
Ruthie? Don't let her die till I get
there! Your loving brother, JIM."
Ruth wasn't really his sister, though
she loved him with all her big heart
—perhaps more than Bhe would If she
had been. Grandma Hall, who had
raised James, taking him when ho was
a little fellow In dresses, had adopted
Ruth Wells and brought the two up
as her own children.
"What shall I do? What shall I
do?" cried the girl. "She must not,
must not guess the truth—It would
break her heart, for she thinks him
perfect, and she—is—dying! How can
For there was money!
ing woman's face lit up with a bright
"It was years ago—one cold night
:n fali. Your grandpa and I lived
right here, just as you and I do—and
tho wind howled just as it does to
night—perhaps that is what made
me remember—that and . There
came a sound of music out under that
old iron wood tree; it came nearer,
and O, it was so sweet! It was 'The
Last Hope,' the boy said, for father
opened the door, and there stood the
poor thing, cold and shivering, and
sick. We took him in and put him to
bed; I guess you would call him a
'Dago,' now, but he had a sweet soul.
The next morning his dark, curly
head lay against the pillow—so quiet,
hut his eyes roamed over the room
and ho whispered, 'The Last Hope!
Wind it up.' Your grandpa wound it,
faintly, "Again!' I was busy in tho
kitchen and thought It must bo nearly
run down; I camo in just as the last
sweet strain was dying and with it
went tho spirit of the little Italian
boy. We never knew who he was, but
we buried him and took tho music
box for our own—not for general use,
but when dark places came we would
wind it up and listen, and it always
seemed to comfort us with the assur-
ance that there was still one more
hope. I need it now, so get it, dearie,
and we will listen to it together; it
will be the 'Hope' that Jamie will
come before I go."
Ruth made her way to the attic and
found the unknown, hidden treasure,
though her eyes were blinded with
tears so that she could hardly see,
and she shivered and kept repeating,
"O what shall I—what can I do?"
With difficulty she brought the box
down tho narrow stairs, for it was
largo and heavy, but it was finally
placed on the round, old-fashioned
table and wound up. Slowly—softly—
tho tune that had slept for years
awakened and filled the room with its
rich, sweet melody; once, twice it
played the tune and they listened in
silence, then—the music stopped.
Ruth wound it tighter—still no sound;
sho tried to tiyro the sheet, but it re-
IT WAS UP TO DROKEF? TAYLOR.
Whether Beggar Should Take Lord's
Name in Vnir, or Net.
Talbot J. Taylor, son-in-law of James
R. Keenc, is noted for his kindness of
heart. Few are the beggars who, ap-
pealing to Mr. Taylor, are dismissed
One bright morning not long ago a
gray-beard with one leg hobbled hum-
bly up to Mr. Taylor on Broadway.
"For God's sake, sir—" be began,
but the broker interrupted bim with
"Don't take the Lord's name in vain,
my friend," ho said.
The beggar's rather intelligent face
was illuminated with a iaint smile.
"It will bo your fault, sir," he said,
"if I do take it in vain."
Thereupon the broker also smiled,
and his hand went quickly to hi3
His Opinion of Wagner.
Augustus Thomas has a friend—a
real Kentucky Colonel of the type one
reads about in novels—who is very
fond of the lighter music, but who has
always entertained the opinion that
the music of Wagner, Bach and other
of the so-called classical composers is
mere "sound and fury signifying noth-
ing." When he was expressing his
views on the subject of Wagnerian
music it developed that he had never
heard a Wagner opera. Thomas plead-
ed with him that it was hardly fair to
condemn a thing without a hearing,
and persuaded him to listen to a Wag-
ner opera at the Metropolitan. The
C.olorel went, and the ne::t day when
Thomas met him, he asked:
"Well, Colonel, what is your opinion
of Wagner now?"
"What do I think of him? Why, I
think he was nothing short of a scoun-
drel, Suh! He could write a tune, but
he wouldn't."—New York Times.
THE MANAGEMENT OF SERVANTS
The Tropical Way.
Dnwn In the far South countries,
There's much of war nrui loot.
They're always at each other's throat:
And rut. and carve, mid curse the whlH
(A dop, or hotind, pa loot)
They're noisy, too, make many Bounds,
And blow their own cheap horns of tin
But lot outsiders c ark
Th"ir whipH, and threat to rip 'em up
Down in the fa- Eolith < o-.ivtrlcti
Where men K e v/oni ; • . t,
Behold! How fast the fighter* scuttle-
—•New Orleans Times-Democrat.
May Grant Women Suffrage.
The Queensland government intends
next year to introduce a bill in which
tho franchise will be conferred oil
Y one idea in these
articles is to be
strictly fair to
women, and not,
as so many other
w r it e r s have
done, to attack
them unfairly on
subjects of vani-
ty, ilrcss, extrava-
gance, or any of
the other well-
worn topics. To
have followed In
the lines of my predecessors would,
to my mind, have been to prove my
own weakness, for we cannot charge
a woman's nature any more than wo
can man's, and, therefore, to attack
women because they are fickle or
vain-glorious soems to me as absurd
as to attempt to prove that man is
rot the superior animal because he is,
by Instinct, for.d of cakes and ale.
Reaily, I do not want to attack at
all, because it is as natural to rae
to be fond of women as it is for chil-
dren to be fond of toys. My real idea
is to give women an opportunity for
defense, and to prove tiieir strengtn.
It is for this reason that I attack them
where they elect to be considered
strongest, namely, in their homes. Tho
cry of late years is that women are
as good as men, that they have been
persecuted and kept under for years,
and that, therefore, they should r.ot be
expected, in the first years of their
emancipation, to bo up to competing
with men as bread-winners. That is
quite reasonable, ar.d, therefore, I do
not gird at their mismanagement of
the political and commercial sides of
But tho management of the house
they have always had, and, as I linve
said, there they fail sadly either to
provide comfort, or to spend money
in the proper way.
Woman's mission Is to always put
the blamo on some ono else. Eve be-
gan it. She put the blamo on the
serpent, and her daughters have ever
since blamed the serpent on the
hearth—the servant. Do not run away
with any idea that I am going, for
mere love of paradox, to champion
servants. A French writer has said,
"So many servants, so many spies,"
and, in my miud, servants are many
things worse than spies. But let serv-
ants be, as they are, woman's exctiso
for everything that goes wrong, just
as servants put everything on the cat.
I accept the gage. For the purposes
of argument, we will admit that serv-
ants are at the bottom of all the evils
of home life. Now let us inquire into
that. The first question to ask the
woman in the box, who is giving evi-
dence for the defense, Is:
"Who engages the servants?"
The answer is "I do." The witness,
be it understood, is speaking on be-
half of women generally. The next
"Who directs tho servants?"
The answer is the same, "I do."
Pursuing this lino, I ask the mistress:
"From whom do your servants learn
"Then, If the entire education, en-
gaging, paying, managing and dis-
charging of servants is carried on by
women, and if the proportion of wom-
en over men servants is very large,
the entire blamo for the unsatisfac-
tory state of the servant question must
be due to women?"
The witness does not answer, and,
on being pressed, bursts into tears,
and finally says:
"It is all the fault of tho men!"
Mon, as a rule, have nothing to do
with servants, the larger proportion
of servants are women, and, there-
fore tho faults of servants is only
another proof that women are incapa-
lie of managing another vc j large
section of a necessity which should
go to make comfort and economy in
tho home. But perhaps it 1b not fair
to judge entirely by majorities. Let
u? look at the exception, which again
proves tho rule. Bacholors keep their
with the mistress." Ask why any
gentleman's gentleman, or my lady's
maid, left his or her other place, and
the answers are always, "The missus,
the missus, the missus." As a rule,
when a servant gives notice, and is
asked by his master why he wishes
to leave, the answer is: "I can't satis-
fy my mistress, sir," or "I can't get
on with the cook." Servants very
si 'dom complain that they cannot get
on with "the master." It Is always
"the missus." Again I ask—why is
The most unsatisfactory and sulky
female servant will always smile and
do anything cheerfully for her master,
or tho young gentlemen of tho houso,
and when she is in one of her tan-
trums, it Is, In nine cases out of ten,
because she cannot get on with the
missus, or the young ladies, or tha
other female servants—for th,e com-
plaint of servants is always against
what they call "She." "She" is the
teror of the servant of either sex, and
where thore is dissension downstairs,
the female servant is always at the
bottom of it. Does not all this show
that mistresses cannot manage serv-
ants, and that female servants cannot
manage one another?
The servants of a house cost as
much, as a rule, as tho rent and taxes,
and yet they never give satisfaction,
and are never satisfied. Why is this?
I could easily find fifty reasons to ac-
count for it. The mistress who over-
works, the mistress who underworks,
the mistress who is unkind, the mis-
tress who is too kind, the mistress
who is too strict, the mistress who is
not strict enough, the mistress who
makes favorites, etc., etc., would all
prove fruitful subjects to enlarge upon
were they not too obvious. The re-
markable thing about the whole ques-
tion is, that though money will se-
cure you everything or. the earth, no
amount of wages will induce serv-
ants, as a rule, to stop long in a place.
It is a mistake to imagine that serv-
ants are independent and love to
roam. As a matter of fact, they are
terrified to leave, because they never
know what character a spiteful mis-
tress may give them, and one bad
character means the street. It is the
haunting fear of this which makes
them, if possible give notice, before
they receive it, for this is their only
protecton. Is It natural to suppose
that any friendless, and homeless, and
moneyless creature willingly leaves a
good roof, good food, and good wages,
to run the chance of meeting a worse
mistress? The thing is absurd, for
the motto of : ervants is the not very
lofty one of Gervaise:
"To have enough to eat and drink,
to work all their lives, to die in their
bens, and be buried decently."
When I was a little fellow, I heard
la m: of her tantrums.
servants, men or women, for years,
and, with a few exceptions, always
spoak of them as treasures. Why is
Ask any servant who applies to you
for a situation why he or she left his
or he.- last place. The almost inva-
riable answer is: "I could not get on
Yon ncvar hear any one complain
about "Defiance Stan h." There is
none to equal It in quality and quan-
tity, 16 ounces. 10 cents. Try it now
and save your money.
When the undertaker is busy he is
rushed to death.
PUTNAM FADELESS DYES ure
fast to light and washing.
T!i< mistress who is overkind.
a servant Bay that the fate of a serv-
"To work while you are young, to
beg when you are old, and to go to
the devil when you die."
I have never forgotten it.
There is very much to bo said on
the subject of mistresses and serv-
ants—very much more than I have
either space or patience for, and there
would be very little use in saying
it if I had, as it seems all very ob-
vious when you come to think of it,
which women apparently never do.
Hut this fact remains. We are as
much indebted to servants for the
comforts of home life as we are to
our wives and daughters. The only
difference between the two classes Is
that some of us* are allowed to try
and manage our wives and daughters,
and some of us succeed, but none of
us are ever allowed "to interfere with
tho servants"; all wives and daugh-
ters mismanage them, to our sore
discomfort and their own; another
thing is that we can get rid of our
servants, but not of our wives and
daughters, who, I candidly believe, are
really tho most to blame, though, poor
souls, I do believe most of them try.
The fact remains, however, that
women arrogate to themselves the
management of servants, and prove
their incapacity for the task by the
deplorable state of the servant mar-
ket. Men manage shop girls, wait-
resses, factory girls, and all sorts of
women engaged in their businesses;
but men cannot stop at home to man-
age servants, and if they could, they
could not prevent their wives and
daughters from interfering. The ques-
tion is: What is to be done so that
we may live in peace when our day's
work is done?
Copyright by Funk & Wagnalla Co.)
Temptation is the balance in which
character is weighed.
riso's Cure for Consumption is an infallible
mod cine for cou, !. nnd colds.—N. W.
OccauGrove, N. J., Feb. 17, 19C0.
A college education may pay, but all
college graduates don't.
AR!? YOt'It Cf.oxnrs PAtvr.^?
Ose Red Cro^s Ball Blue ail in: 1 t them
white asain. Lanje oz. package, 5 cents.
When a girl doesn't know which
way to turn she generally turns pale.
A Rare Good Thing.
"Am ur.ing ALLKN'S FOOT-KARE, and
can truly say 1 would not haveb^cn without
it so loripr, had I ' nown tho relief it would
give my aching fo-t. I think it a rare good
thine: for anyone having soreor tired feet.—
Mrs. Matilda Iloltwert, Providence. R. I."
Sold by all l)rur 1 ists. 25c. Auk to day.
Uread is the stall' of life but the pay-
roll is the stuff.
State or Ohio, City or Toledo-, i
Ia'cas County. >
Frank .1. Ciie.m:y makes oatn that be !s «" nlor
pa. nt r of tho drill of F. J. Cheney & Co., doing
business In the Ity of Toledo. Cjumy and state
u M'sald. nnd ti;; t aid tlrm wllipay itie nun of
OM'i IH NDIM-D DOI.l.AKS f r eac.h aid every
< u• ! i I Catakuh tlmt cannot be cured by the use of
hali.'s catakkh Cuke.
FRANK .1- CIIENEY.
Sworn to before ire nnd hubmrlbed l.i uiy pres-
ence, tills (Uh day of December. A. I', l *<;.
a. w. ul eason,
) seal f Notary Public.
nail's latnrrh Cure t* tntcn Internally nnd art*
dlr < ily < n u .' 1>i->. «1 nod hum- u- burtace.* of Hie
by ie:n. send ior testlm-nl".I- ree.
F. .1. < IIKNEY & CO., Toledo,O.
Sold by nil DruprPts. Tfic.
Take Halt's Family Fills fore oatlpatlon.
Students of ancient history are never
up to date.
10.000 riants for 16c.
This Is a remarkable offer the John
A. balzer Seed Co., La Crosse, Wis.,
makes. They will send you their big
plant and s > d catalog, together with
enough seed to grow
1,000 fine, solid Cabbages.
2,000 delicious Carrots.
2,000 blanching, nutty Celery.
2,000 rich, buttery Lettuce.
1.000 splendid Onions.
1,000 rare, luscious Radishes.
1,000 gloriously brilliant Flowers.
This gr< t offer is made in order to
'nduce you to try their warranted seeds
—for when you once plant them you
will grow no others, and
all ron but IGo tostage,
providing you will return this notice,
and if you will send them 20c in post-
age, they will add to the above a pack-
age of ihe iamous Berliner Caulitlower.
(W. N. U.)
All the world loves a lover except
the l'ellow who has been cut out.
A ca1j NOAI: WATCH.
First One Cost. 82. OOO.OO — Made For
Napoleon ll<>ni parto.
A watch that tells the second, min-
ute, hour, day of the week, day of
mouth, and changes of moon, is a
time-piece that until recently could be
owned only by the nobility because of
the high cost. The first one cost $2,1)00
and was made entirely by hand and
consumed over two years time in con-
struction. About 50 years later a Swiss
concern placed some on the market
which could be sold in this country for
about 8200 each.
This watch that has hitherto been
sold c*it a price which only the well-to-
do could afford has just been put on
the market at a low price and it is a
watch which tills a long felt want. If
a watch tells us the hour and the min-
ifie of the day, why should not the
same machine tell us the day of the
week, day of the month, and month of
the year? A prominent manufacturer
has realized the usefulness, if not the
actual necessity of such a time-piece,
and by simplifying the mechanism and
arranging to turn them out in large
quantities, has, after several years of
work and the expenditure of a large
amount of money, succeeded in pro-
ducing a watch thoroughly reliable in
every way. This watch is a perpetual
calendar as well as a time-piece, and
what is of more interest to the public
is sold at a price but a fraction above
that of an ordinary watch of like grade.
Contrary to the supposition of the
uninitiated, it is not an intricate as-
sembly of complicated parts, but is as
simple as any regular time-piece. On
the dial, in addition to the small sec-
ond dial, it has three small dials of
like character, one showing the days
of the week, another the days of the
month, while a third shows the month
of the year. Hy an ingenious attach-
ment to one of the wheels, when the
hour and minute hands show midnight,
the small hands indicating the days of
the week and the days of the month,
move forward automatically one day,
thus saving the wearer the necessity of
changing the calendar attachment,
and in consequence the watch needs no
care or attention after being once cor-
rectly set except to be wound regu-
larly. The manufacturers have been
quick to appreciate the certainty of
a large demand for this article in this
country and have arranged to marke
them through Dellhart Mnfrs. ck
Traders, Ltd., a prominent NEW YORK
house who, as an introductory measure
will furnish them direct to the public.
An article that so completely tills a
want has seldom been seen, and has
hitherto been utterly disregarded by
manufacturers. It can consistently
said that for usefulness and reliability
this is one of the most attractive arti-
cles in the watch line.
An advertisement setting forth the
merits of this watch appears elsewhere
in these columns.
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