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VOL. L1V. INDIANAPOLIS, IND., MARCH 25, 1899. NO. 12 gXoxizs and M>XutcXxts. A MIDNIGHT MASQUERADE. "Snowbound in a country house in the dead of winter. What crazy freak prompted tne to come out here at thia season of the year?"and Mildred Oebome pressed her pretty face against the casement and frowned upon the bleak New England landscape, hill, dale, and lonely highways, now dimly visible through the mist of falling enowflakea, and the swift descending twilight of the winter's day. "At this moment in the city the gay world _ la preparing for an evening's pleasure; there will be balls, receptions, without number, grand opera at the Metropolitan, plays, concerts. My dear child, how do you exist in such a wilderness? I Bhould die of ennui in a week." And she turned to her companion, who sat in the glancing firelight of the great old fashioned kitchen, laughing at her discomfiture. "I suppose habit has hardened me to the situation, Mildred. Never having tasted of the forbidden fruit, I am content with beans and brown bread. And then, I could never shine In society as you do," she added humbly. "Kitty, there you're mistaken. Wouldn't I like to launch you on the world for one short season; once learn the ropes, and then you'd be a howling success. You don't half know your points, child; properly dressed and presented, with a spice of vanity, a touch of coquetry to enhance your charms, you'd take the town." "And what then, Mildred?" gravely. "What then? A season of gayety and conquest, followed by a brilliant marriage." "Thank you, Mildred, I think that I should prefer to stay at home," was the quick re- sponce. "Shocked, eh? you blessed innocent you don't know the world you live in. I suppose it's 'all for love' with out, after the confession you made me last night at bed-time. But, seriously, it's a pity, with you face and figure; ehould eee the world before renouncing it forever. In my opinion." And she flung herself down on the sette in an attitude of graceful abandonment, a pretty picture in her silk and lace negligee, with her dark mocking eyes and scarlet lips, a child of fashion's moulding. The two cousins were strangely alike, and in supple grace of figure, coloring, contour, tone of voice might have almost been counterparts; but years of luxurious idleness had set a seal on the billiant beauty of the New York belt, while the bloom and dewy innocence of youth still clung to the modest country maiden. "Mildred, I think you misunderstood me last night. Roger and I were boy and girl together; we are good friends—" "Friends," she echoed scornfully, "I know all about friendship of that sort. I have had friends in my day. Nonsense, chlid, I've not forgotten a word of the confession made under the cover of night, and I mean to give you a few words of advice on the subject. As I made my debut early ln life, it's worth the having, I promise you. The 'modest violet' girl is out of date now, Kitty, even In a country village, and men are men the world over. They must ever pursue, surmount difficulties, scale new heights. Lead them on, flatter a little, but never surrender the citadel till the last gun has been fired." "Mildred," ln a startled tone, 'iwhat are you saying?" "The truth, Kitty, on my honor. Your Roger, according to your ehowing Is a rara'avis in a town like thie, and feels his importance; he le so eure of hie mountain dairy that he doee not even take the trouble to pluck it. Ah, child, if I could manage your affaire for one ehort week, I'd soon bring him to terms; not that he is worth it, either, but here ie thie wilderness one muet do something or die. There's a little play called 'Loan of a lover.' Lend me your Roger for 21 hours—'' "Hush, Mildred," cried the girl between tears and laughter, at the careless, mocking tirade of her worldly-wise cousin. "You are terrible tease, but you muet not mako a joet of Roger Howard; and though I lost all, I would never stoop to deception in any cause." A week later when sleighing was at its height and the moon at the full, Roger Howard drove up to the old homestead one night, having sent word of his coming in advance, and a veiled, mantled figuro came out at his call to meet him. It was a wonderful night; to the high-mettled horses the light sleigh was as a feather, and as ihey whirled away from snow- clad height to darkening valley, past frozen streams, dusky woodland and sleeping village, familiar scenes seemed touched to strange enchantment and unreality in the magical atmosphere. There wae intoxication ln the frosty air that smote their faces, something weird and uncanny in the fast-flying landscape and moving shadows; it took a strong hand to guide the spirited pair In their mad career through the moonlit night. It may have been fancy, but to Roger it seemed that the graceful, fur-mantled figure beside him wae transformed, by the hour and scene, to somthlng other than the modest maiden he had known in close Intimacy so many years. The pleasurable excitement of the moment, the touch of possible danger, it my be the presence of the man beside her seemed to have awakened the nature of the girl, in eome strange inexplicable fashion. She sparkled with mirth and rare drolleries; the dark eyes flashing though the filmy veil seemed to challenge admiration; her light, silvery laughter rang out on the night air, and chimed musically with the sleigh bells. Roger was both roused and enchanted; surprised by this relelation of character, and surrendered himself to the enjoymentof the hour without question or comment. But toward mid-night, when on the homeward track she told him of her "cousins visit, and the urgent invitation ehe had received to return with her to New York; and his pleasure came to a sud; den end. "Kitty, my dear girl, don't think of lt," he implored. "They would spoil you forever." "Improve me, you mean, Roger," was the saucy response. "When I eee my cousin, graceful, self-possed and attractive, I realize what a mere country rustic must seem beside her." "I recall you cousin, Mildred, as a spoiled, forward child of fortune; what must sho be now." "A belle, and beauty, admired by men, en vied by her own sex. Ah, Roger, I would not dare trust you to her fascinations." "Hush, Kitty. How strangely you talk tonight. I scarceknow you in this willful mood. But I don't like the idea of this visit. Why must you go?" "Roger, it will give me a taste of the world; they are rich, gay and fashionable; it was kind of them to offer me such as outing. I should bo foolish to refuse the opportunity." "Kind," angrily. "I wish they would leave you alone. No good will come of it, believe me. There are bothers, too, boy cousins—insufferable puppies, no doubt." The girl burst into a peal of laughter at this juncture, and for a few moments could not recover speech. "Kitty, you shall not go, do you hear?" and be turned on her with gleaming eyes and an air of manly authority that checked her mirth midway. "Roger Howard, by what right do you interfere with my pleasures?" For a moment ho wae taken aback at thie firet glimpeeof rebellion in the gentle nature he had known eo well, and when he resumed it was ln calmer tones. "Kitty, by the right of a lifelong love. If you go, you will never return to mo tho same; I know it." "Love," murmured tho girl, and was silent. "Listen to mo child," and there on the lonely, snowbound highway, beneath tho light of the eternal •■tars, tho man's ttrong, silent love found outlet at last in speech, and sped to its mark with arrowlike swiftness. It was long past midnight when they ncarcd the old hometead, where ono solitary light still burned, one restless watcher awaiting their coming. They parted, as lovers part who hope to meet again, aud then tho girl rushed into the lighted room, flung aside veil and wraps, and a breathless sort of way cried out: "Kitty, my dear, consider youreelf engaged. The man actually proposed, and I—I accepted him." "Mildred!" ln accents of horror. "Why did I allow you to go? What have you done?" "What it has taken you yearstoacccmplleh; and really, my dear, he's not so bad. When he got well into the heavy business I nearly forgot my role." And tho girl's glowing cheeks and flashing eyes betrayed the unwonted excitement of the occasion. "Mildred, Mildred!" clasping her hands in despair. "Roger will never forgive such a deception. I can never look him in the face again." "Kitty—if you ever dare breathe one word, of thia miserable masquerade to a living eoul, I'll kill you. To-morrow I shall take the firet train home, and leave you to the congratulations of your friends." And, twixt smiles and tears, the girl flung herself into her cousin's arms. "Kitty, Kitty," ehe sobbed, "if I had but a friend to straighten out the tangle of my life for me." And this was the nearest approach to a confession that the light-hearted coquette was ever known to make. In the following May, when all nature was awake and astir, and fresh-voiced robbins called across the fair, blossoming land, a simple wedding took place at the old homestead on the hillside, the union of two loyal and loving hearts, that would never know change throughout the coining years.—Boston Budget. expense to the patrons of tho public schools, is more burdensome to them than it ever was before we had these Stato books. And such revisions as we have had. I aek any man to simply comparo tho readers, for instance, and I ask him to make a test in his own family, for if he has had children in school for 10 yoars past, ho hae theso different readers, and then decide which ono of his family has harl the beet advantages. Tho fable of tho cat* and tho monkey, for instance, is a good illustration of revision. When I read that fublo some 35 years ago, It commenced "onco upou a timo two hungry cata found somo cheeso, etc. Now it reads "once upon a time two cals that had stolen somo cheese, etc., etc. In both instances, tho monkey was called In to decide how an equitable distribution should bo made, ending with exactly the same moral. Now for this little change ln only a very few of the pieces contained in this third reader, and an occasional new piece, the patron who haa paid 25 cents for the book for John last year must discard the book and buy h new one for John's little sister, who commences the third reader grade this year, all because the Stato board of education has decided that a revision Is necessary, in order that the children of the State may keep abreast of the time in theee great fablee, etc. The fundamental principles of arithmetic have never changed since Noah built the ark, and why the State Board must have a revised Indiana series of arithmetics ie more than I can see, unless it be for the purpose of adopting a book written or rather compiled by some member of the board, or some friend of some member of the board. The old books have not outgrown their usefulness. There have been pretty good scholars produced in Indiana, even before wo had State books, and I dare say thero will continue to bo good scholars turned out of our public echools regardless of old or new books. Much more depends on teachers anyhow than upon revision of books. The question is Ie the books we have in our homes remain thero and save this extra expense, unites an entirely new book be substituted. Tbachek. Clinton Oo. Our School Books. Editors Indiana Farmeb. The school book question is again before the State Board of Education. A few years ago there arose a demand for a change in school books in thie State that would secure uniformity throughout the State. So that the migratory portion of our people, might be relieved of the great burden of buying new books and throwing away old ones every time they moved from ono county to another. Not only eo, but it was urged by the originators and defenders of tho movement that if the State would furnish the books it could be done at smaller coet to the people, and when the bt oks were once adopted for the whole Stato there would be no necessity for changing them at all. I grant that these two points were well taken by the friende of the law, and if the law after its passage had been complied with, and the matter thoroughly fixed, a great good would have been accomplished; but it did not rest there. The ever meddlesome Stato Board of Education, an institution or organization that ia ae useless to our public school system as tho New Testament ie to a Hindoo, could not let the matter rest there, but every few years tho readers must be revised, the histories must be revised, the arithmetics must be revised and eo on until the whole list of books used in the public schools must be revised; and with each re- vlson comes an edict that all old books must be discarded. And I dare say that the extra Mormon Converter. The general public does not know what tho Mormon church is, or what it purposes. It in a religious despotism, and Intends to gain tho absolute control of the politics of the whole country. "Absurd!" you say? Not if ono knows their method, and their success up to date. They own most of the land fit for agrlculturo from the Rocky mountains to the Sierra Nevadas, an area equal to that of France, Great Britain and Ireland. They already virtually control three States and one territory, hold the balance of power in several others, and boast that In one generation they will con trol every State west of the Mississippi. In 1897 they gained 03,000 members. At tho beginning of that year they numbered only ono to 15 when compared with Methodists, Prersbyterians, and Oongreationallsts; and yet they gained some 13,000 members mora than all three of those denominations put together. They have eome 1,700 missionaries, scattered over the country, going from house to house to make proselytes. They intend to vlelt every community. They find many victims, because the people do not know what Mormoniem le. The League for Social Service bas published a number of leaflets, which, lt ie believed, will make Mormon success Impossible wherever they are read. Samples, together with a practical plan for easily putting them into every house ln a community, will be sent free on application to League for Social Service, 105 East 22d St., New York Oity.
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Title | Indiana farmer, 1899, v. 54, no. 12 (Mar. 25) |
Purdue Identification Number | INFA5412 |
Date of Original | 1899 |
Subjects (LCSH) |
Agriculture Farm management Horticulture Agricultural machinery |
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agriculture farm management horticulture agricultural machinery and equipment |
Genre | Periodical |
Call Number of Original | 630.5 In2 |
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Coverage | United States - Indiana |
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Language | eng |
Collection Title | Indiana Farmer |
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Title | Page 1 |
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Agriculture Farm management Horticulture Agricultural machinery |
Subjects (NALT) |
agriculture farm management horticulture agricultural machinery and equipment |
Genre | Periodical |
Call Number of Original | 630.5 In2 |
Location of Original | Hicks Repository |
Coverage | Indiana |
Type | text |
Format | JP2 |
Language | eng |
Collection Title | Indiana Farmer |
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Transcript | VOL. L1V. INDIANAPOLIS, IND., MARCH 25, 1899. NO. 12 gXoxizs and M>XutcXxts. A MIDNIGHT MASQUERADE. "Snowbound in a country house in the dead of winter. What crazy freak prompted tne to come out here at thia season of the year?"and Mildred Oebome pressed her pretty face against the casement and frowned upon the bleak New England landscape, hill, dale, and lonely highways, now dimly visible through the mist of falling enowflakea, and the swift descending twilight of the winter's day. "At this moment in the city the gay world _ la preparing for an evening's pleasure; there will be balls, receptions, without number, grand opera at the Metropolitan, plays, concerts. My dear child, how do you exist in such a wilderness? I Bhould die of ennui in a week." And she turned to her companion, who sat in the glancing firelight of the great old fashioned kitchen, laughing at her discomfiture. "I suppose habit has hardened me to the situation, Mildred. Never having tasted of the forbidden fruit, I am content with beans and brown bread. And then, I could never shine In society as you do," she added humbly. "Kitty, there you're mistaken. Wouldn't I like to launch you on the world for one short season; once learn the ropes, and then you'd be a howling success. You don't half know your points, child; properly dressed and presented, with a spice of vanity, a touch of coquetry to enhance your charms, you'd take the town." "And what then, Mildred?" gravely. "What then? A season of gayety and conquest, followed by a brilliant marriage." "Thank you, Mildred, I think that I should prefer to stay at home," was the quick re- sponce. "Shocked, eh? you blessed innocent you don't know the world you live in. I suppose it's 'all for love' with out, after the confession you made me last night at bed-time. But, seriously, it's a pity, with you face and figure; ehould eee the world before renouncing it forever. In my opinion." And she flung herself down on the sette in an attitude of graceful abandonment, a pretty picture in her silk and lace negligee, with her dark mocking eyes and scarlet lips, a child of fashion's moulding. The two cousins were strangely alike, and in supple grace of figure, coloring, contour, tone of voice might have almost been counterparts; but years of luxurious idleness had set a seal on the billiant beauty of the New York belt, while the bloom and dewy innocence of youth still clung to the modest country maiden. "Mildred, I think you misunderstood me last night. Roger and I were boy and girl together; we are good friends—" "Friends," she echoed scornfully, "I know all about friendship of that sort. I have had friends in my day. Nonsense, chlid, I've not forgotten a word of the confession made under the cover of night, and I mean to give you a few words of advice on the subject. As I made my debut early ln life, it's worth the having, I promise you. The 'modest violet' girl is out of date now, Kitty, even In a country village, and men are men the world over. They must ever pursue, surmount difficulties, scale new heights. Lead them on, flatter a little, but never surrender the citadel till the last gun has been fired." "Mildred," ln a startled tone, 'iwhat are you saying?" "The truth, Kitty, on my honor. Your Roger, according to your ehowing Is a rara'avis in a town like thie, and feels his importance; he le so eure of hie mountain dairy that he doee not even take the trouble to pluck it. Ah, child, if I could manage your affaire for one ehort week, I'd soon bring him to terms; not that he is worth it, either, but here ie thie wilderness one muet do something or die. There's a little play called 'Loan of a lover.' Lend me your Roger for 21 hours—'' "Hush, Mildred," cried the girl between tears and laughter, at the careless, mocking tirade of her worldly-wise cousin. "You are terrible tease, but you muet not mako a joet of Roger Howard; and though I lost all, I would never stoop to deception in any cause." A week later when sleighing was at its height and the moon at the full, Roger Howard drove up to the old homestead one night, having sent word of his coming in advance, and a veiled, mantled figuro came out at his call to meet him. It was a wonderful night; to the high-mettled horses the light sleigh was as a feather, and as ihey whirled away from snow- clad height to darkening valley, past frozen streams, dusky woodland and sleeping village, familiar scenes seemed touched to strange enchantment and unreality in the magical atmosphere. There wae intoxication ln the frosty air that smote their faces, something weird and uncanny in the fast-flying landscape and moving shadows; it took a strong hand to guide the spirited pair In their mad career through the moonlit night. It may have been fancy, but to Roger it seemed that the graceful, fur-mantled figure beside him wae transformed, by the hour and scene, to somthlng other than the modest maiden he had known in close Intimacy so many years. The pleasurable excitement of the moment, the touch of possible danger, it my be the presence of the man beside her seemed to have awakened the nature of the girl, in eome strange inexplicable fashion. She sparkled with mirth and rare drolleries; the dark eyes flashing though the filmy veil seemed to challenge admiration; her light, silvery laughter rang out on the night air, and chimed musically with the sleigh bells. Roger was both roused and enchanted; surprised by this relelation of character, and surrendered himself to the enjoymentof the hour without question or comment. But toward mid-night, when on the homeward track she told him of her "cousins visit, and the urgent invitation ehe had received to return with her to New York; and his pleasure came to a sud; den end. "Kitty, my dear girl, don't think of lt," he implored. "They would spoil you forever." "Improve me, you mean, Roger," was the saucy response. "When I eee my cousin, graceful, self-possed and attractive, I realize what a mere country rustic must seem beside her." "I recall you cousin, Mildred, as a spoiled, forward child of fortune; what must sho be now." "A belle, and beauty, admired by men, en vied by her own sex. Ah, Roger, I would not dare trust you to her fascinations." "Hush, Kitty. How strangely you talk tonight. I scarceknow you in this willful mood. But I don't like the idea of this visit. Why must you go?" "Roger, it will give me a taste of the world; they are rich, gay and fashionable; it was kind of them to offer me such as outing. I should bo foolish to refuse the opportunity." "Kind," angrily. "I wish they would leave you alone. No good will come of it, believe me. There are bothers, too, boy cousins—insufferable puppies, no doubt." The girl burst into a peal of laughter at this juncture, and for a few moments could not recover speech. "Kitty, you shall not go, do you hear?" and be turned on her with gleaming eyes and an air of manly authority that checked her mirth midway. "Roger Howard, by what right do you interfere with my pleasures?" For a moment ho wae taken aback at thie firet glimpeeof rebellion in the gentle nature he had known eo well, and when he resumed it was ln calmer tones. "Kitty, by the right of a lifelong love. If you go, you will never return to mo tho same; I know it." "Love," murmured tho girl, and was silent. "Listen to mo child," and there on the lonely, snowbound highway, beneath tho light of the eternal •■tars, tho man's ttrong, silent love found outlet at last in speech, and sped to its mark with arrowlike swiftness. It was long past midnight when they ncarcd the old hometead, where ono solitary light still burned, one restless watcher awaiting their coming. They parted, as lovers part who hope to meet again, aud then tho girl rushed into the lighted room, flung aside veil and wraps, and a breathless sort of way cried out: "Kitty, my dear, consider youreelf engaged. The man actually proposed, and I—I accepted him." "Mildred!" ln accents of horror. "Why did I allow you to go? What have you done?" "What it has taken you yearstoacccmplleh; and really, my dear, he's not so bad. When he got well into the heavy business I nearly forgot my role." And tho girl's glowing cheeks and flashing eyes betrayed the unwonted excitement of the occasion. "Mildred, Mildred!" clasping her hands in despair. "Roger will never forgive such a deception. I can never look him in the face again." "Kitty—if you ever dare breathe one word, of thia miserable masquerade to a living eoul, I'll kill you. To-morrow I shall take the firet train home, and leave you to the congratulations of your friends." And, twixt smiles and tears, the girl flung herself into her cousin's arms. "Kitty, Kitty," ehe sobbed, "if I had but a friend to straighten out the tangle of my life for me." And this was the nearest approach to a confession that the light-hearted coquette was ever known to make. In the following May, when all nature was awake and astir, and fresh-voiced robbins called across the fair, blossoming land, a simple wedding took place at the old homestead on the hillside, the union of two loyal and loving hearts, that would never know change throughout the coining years.—Boston Budget. expense to the patrons of tho public schools, is more burdensome to them than it ever was before we had these Stato books. And such revisions as we have had. I aek any man to simply comparo tho readers, for instance, and I ask him to make a test in his own family, for if he has had children in school for 10 yoars past, ho hae theso different readers, and then decide which ono of his family has harl the beet advantages. Tho fable of tho cat* and tho monkey, for instance, is a good illustration of revision. When I read that fublo some 35 years ago, It commenced "onco upou a timo two hungry cata found somo cheeso, etc. Now it reads "once upon a time two cals that had stolen somo cheese, etc., etc. In both instances, tho monkey was called In to decide how an equitable distribution should bo made, ending with exactly the same moral. Now for this little change ln only a very few of the pieces contained in this third reader, and an occasional new piece, the patron who haa paid 25 cents for the book for John last year must discard the book and buy h new one for John's little sister, who commences the third reader grade this year, all because the Stato board of education has decided that a revision Is necessary, in order that the children of the State may keep abreast of the time in theee great fablee, etc. The fundamental principles of arithmetic have never changed since Noah built the ark, and why the State Board must have a revised Indiana series of arithmetics ie more than I can see, unless it be for the purpose of adopting a book written or rather compiled by some member of the board, or some friend of some member of the board. The old books have not outgrown their usefulness. There have been pretty good scholars produced in Indiana, even before wo had State books, and I dare say thero will continue to bo good scholars turned out of our public echools regardless of old or new books. Much more depends on teachers anyhow than upon revision of books. The question is Ie the books we have in our homes remain thero and save this extra expense, unites an entirely new book be substituted. Tbachek. Clinton Oo. Our School Books. Editors Indiana Farmeb. The school book question is again before the State Board of Education. A few years ago there arose a demand for a change in school books in thie State that would secure uniformity throughout the State. So that the migratory portion of our people, might be relieved of the great burden of buying new books and throwing away old ones every time they moved from ono county to another. Not only eo, but it was urged by the originators and defenders of tho movement that if the State would furnish the books it could be done at smaller coet to the people, and when the bt oks were once adopted for the whole Stato there would be no necessity for changing them at all. I grant that these two points were well taken by the friende of the law, and if the law after its passage had been complied with, and the matter thoroughly fixed, a great good would have been accomplished; but it did not rest there. The ever meddlesome Stato Board of Education, an institution or organization that ia ae useless to our public school system as tho New Testament ie to a Hindoo, could not let the matter rest there, but every few years tho readers must be revised, the histories must be revised, the arithmetics must be revised and eo on until the whole list of books used in the public schools must be revised; and with each re- vlson comes an edict that all old books must be discarded. And I dare say that the extra Mormon Converter. The general public does not know what tho Mormon church is, or what it purposes. It in a religious despotism, and Intends to gain tho absolute control of the politics of the whole country. "Absurd!" you say? Not if ono knows their method, and their success up to date. They own most of the land fit for agrlculturo from the Rocky mountains to the Sierra Nevadas, an area equal to that of France, Great Britain and Ireland. They already virtually control three States and one territory, hold the balance of power in several others, and boast that In one generation they will con trol every State west of the Mississippi. In 1897 they gained 03,000 members. At tho beginning of that year they numbered only ono to 15 when compared with Methodists, Prersbyterians, and Oongreationallsts; and yet they gained some 13,000 members mora than all three of those denominations put together. They have eome 1,700 missionaries, scattered over the country, going from house to house to make proselytes. They intend to vlelt every community. They find many victims, because the people do not know what Mormoniem le. The League for Social Service bas published a number of leaflets, which, lt ie believed, will make Mormon success Impossible wherever they are read. Samples, together with a practical plan for easily putting them into every house ln a community, will be sent free on application to League for Social Service, 105 East 22d St., New York Oity. |
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