The Syracuse Journal, Volume 4, Number 8, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 22 June 1911 — Page 3

1/2 STORY £<J JEZ Miss Selina Lue | AND g Soap-Box Babies By Maria Thompson Daviess Ulttstrationa by i I LzrJ Copyright ‘BO9, The Bobbs-Merrill Company. 10 SYNOPSIS. M!«s Salina Lue, «pinster gaarcllau angel of River Bluff, presides over an Impromptu day nursery for the babies of the neighborhood in the rear of her grocery. Her charros are known as “SoapBox Babies." The fact that she is single makes her an object of sympathy to the piothers. One of her friends Ib Miss Cynthia Page, daughter of Widow Page. Cynthia visits Miss Selina and learns that she has taken another "Soap-Boxer” in Alan Kent, a young artist who wishes to establish a studio In her barn. Blossom, Miss Lue’s adopted baby, and one Cynthia is very fond of, shows an evident preference for Alan. When Cynthia leaves, Alan hears thdt her mother Is in danger of losing the old homestead. A near ruckus. Alan admires Cynthia. Selina tells how she jeame to locate in the glace and start the haven for little ones. he suspects that Cynthia is responsible for Alan's neglect Os herself. Sale of the mortgaged Page place considered. Alan’s portrait of Cynthia is discovered. Evelyn Branch, Cynthia’s close friend, shows interest in Alan Kent. Cynthia relieves Se4ina for a day, cooks dinner for Mr. Kent and makes a sorry mess of it. CHAPTER VI. A Pin and a Proposal. “Don’t you know every woman’s heart Is soft towards -courting whether she's in It or notT" —Miss Selina Lue "Good morning, Miss Seliny Lue! I Jest run in to git some nutmeg, a pound of sugar aud a quart of kerosene to make up some apple-pies for Mr. Kenney's supper; he do love ’em so.” “There never was such a hand as j’ou fer pies, Mia’ Kinney, honey. I recommended you about It to Miss Cynthie not a week ago. I told her I would git yon to Bhow her how when "Well. wo was a-talking that over last night, me and Mary Ellen Dobbs,” Interrupted Mrs. ; Kinney, “and we j think it is fine fer Miss Cynthie ter marry him, even if he is a painter; ’cause when pictures is dull he can git signs and sich to do to keep going. When will It be. Miss Seliny Lue?” And she fathered the bundles In one arm and balanced the oil-can in the other hand, ready to hurry on as soon as she had extracted the morsel of news she had run upon. “Why, Mis'" Kinney, I never heard —” Miss Selina Due's eyes were wide with astonishment. “Well, I think j it was, to say the least, disrespectful in him and her not to have told you. 1 him a-living in your own barn and she so appearing to be loving of you all? the time. I hate to think she’s a deceitful girl, but I must say I, did mistrust that flower-garden hat when I seen it the other day go by with Ethel Maud and Bennie Dobbs.” , [ “I don’t know what you mean, Mis’ Kinney, by speaking so about Miss Cynthie. They don’t nothing in this world hurt me like hearing one of my friends make light of another.” And Miss Selina Lue’s Irish eyes snapped. “Law, Miss Seliny Lue, I didn’t mean ho harm! I—l jest—” “I know' you didn’t, Mis’ Kinney, honey, but sometimes little criticizings fly the tracljc and run into somebody that’s easy hurt," said Miss Selina Lue. “Well. I jest seen them setting here in the door yesterday when you was up the river with the Dobbses and they was as as two peas in a pod. her a-laughihg aid him a-talking fer all he were worth You may not know courting when you see it, Miss Seliny Lue, not having ever been —” “Mis’ Kinney, ihild, don’t you know every woman’s heart is soft towards courting, whether she’s in it or not — and every man’s, too. for that matter, though they tries hard to hide it? It ain’t only on Yount of my pitiful history with Adonlram Millsaps or your’n with Mr. Kinney that we likes to watch the doings of young folks and talk ’em over—it’s horned in women to hatch out and hover lovers’ matchings and the clucking over ’em is part of the good times of life I was jest a-saying to—" “Miss Seliny Lue”’ screamed Bennie from the Dobbs’ front stoop. ’•Com.* qtrtnk. <wm«* quick; Ethel Ma’id"*’ her hair in the grapevine ai.d’a baowfng K r ft She was eat'lnt ’em! M»*s sick!" Misr Rehr.ft *zte bnrrod with all the •peed poealbl* to tho’relief of the yo’»n< Ahaalom. |ud, Mre Kinney called he r> "£jk sui-a X nc cam . phL— on the zoks,’- whether of the | vine o Vihd'e hair she did not i •ay «?.« re'mri Io the grocery | half >• flr»*»f A-ier SePna Lue ! fcuni M’*- Oypttia •’oiling at her from the b* k dooh M'»s Cynthia’s appro;; fl !’•<* resided, and instead o* jorrt’ng dovn the public street. bed s’lpred through,the garden an 6 the chicken yard. Miss C» \tlste risked no Mioosaters vita 1

her erstwhile victim, and her movements were stealthy when approaching his haunts. “Well, if that ain’t plumb ha’nt-like, to be thinking about you and then turn round and find you a-smiling at me!” exclaimed Miss Selina Lue delightedly. “I was skeered you was clear wore out with your snack of store-keeping and baby-tending, but you put me in mind of that pink morning-glory there, always fresher and fresher every sun-up.” "And you are the sweet, warm sun that comes every morning to cheer np the little morning-glory that droops until she sees you,” answered Miss Cynthia with a smiling blush. “Are you rested from your trip?” “That I am, honey-bunch! One day’s tired never lasts me overnight. I get up every morning feeling like I have jest been cut often the bolt. You see I’m all muscle and a heap of it, but poor Mis’ Dobbs has to lift two hundred pounds out of bed every day before she can tell how she feels. But «he enjoyed the trip mightily.” 'Tell me all about it,” said Miss Cynthia, as she sat down on her favorite place on the steps, with a cautious eye looking out for possible invasion. “Did you have a good time?” “Yes, Indeed, we did,” answered Miss Selina Lue happily. “And I’m a looking fer results in Mr. Dobbs too. Course that kind of meeting was sorter confusing to jiie, as was raised under the quiet of the Twin Creek Circuit religion. The drum and the horn and the tammerine, with the rocking of the boat seemed a mite queer. But if it suits some folks to go marching along the narrow road to the tune of a brass band, why others can follow to their salvation quieter by a pipe organ. It’s the right direction and the keeping going that counts, to my mind. Salvation Army is a good name fer them devoted people, and I don’t hold it agin them that they sung hymns to some dance-sounding tunes." “You are not one bit strait-laced. Miss Selina Lue,” said Miss Cynthia with an appreciative smile. “Dearie me, child, they’s a lot of trails ter Heaven, I say. But who do you think we saVr up on the river road a-horsebaok? You had to hurry home Ml >*•*,*'*• J/X Hr UyX r/ r fflr fl ‘‘l Am Sorry Miss Cynthie’s Cooking Didn't Turn Out Better.” so yesterday after I got back that I didn’t git er chanct ter tell you. It was that sweet child, Miss Evelyn. She jumped offen her horse, and the hired man in top-boots, what was riding behind her to keep care, held him while she come a-running over to where we set on the bank waiting fer the down boat. She were jest so glad to see us and made us all so to home, with laughing and joking with Bennie and Ethel Maud. We all had a good time fer most a hour. She let Bennie ride her horse with Ethel Maud on in front of the man. And Mary Ellen was tickled plumb to death with her. Honey, she jest downright deserves to be your friend; she is so nice and sochul. It’s a mighty good thing to pass one friend on to another and I thank you right here fer passing that child ter me, and I’m going to hold her to me tender.” “Well, I know it gave her the greatest pleasure to see you. I wish I had been there.” “We all wished fer you and we told her all the news about you. Then we told her about Mr. Alan and the pictures and I invited her to come cut tomorrow evening and see ’em and have Mr. Alan explain ’em to her. We can have one of them kinder afternoon parties fer her. I thought about making up some buckets of lemonade and having some of Mis’ Kinney’s apple-pies. Won’t you be glad to see her?” Miss Selina Lue’s delight was something wonderful to behold asshe unfolded her plan to the paralyzed young woman beside her. “What did she say?” Miss Cynthia at last managed to ask. “She said she would be delighted to come and she was sure you w uld be glad to have her. And, Miss Cynthie, what do you think? She knows Mr. Alan —got ’qainted with him somewhere last winter. Now won’t he be pleased to meet a old friend? Maybe she’ll invite him to a party over to her house. I am so afraid he gits lonely sometimes with jest us.” “I am sure she will be —kind to him,” answered Miss Cynthia with great self-control. Evelyn’s merciless badinage already sounded in her ears. Why, oh why, had she withheld that information about the lair of the lion cn the morning of Friday the thirteenth? "I know she will too,” Miss* Selina Lue broke In on her criminations of herself, “’cause we all give him sich a good name. Mr. Dobbs was some mortified at first and got red and couldn’t hardly answer when spoke to, but he forgot hisself when we was a-tal Ing about Mr. Alan and he told her how high thought of he is among

the men up here, always ready to sit by the front doors and smoke a pipe with them of an evening. He said if he was to run for sheriff he would git the Bluff votes to a man, and he would too!” “Then what did she say?” Miss Cynthia was feverishly eager to get at the attitude of her friend on the discovery of the whereabouts of the hunted one. “Well, let’s see. Oh, she asked if you saw him much and I told her, yes, Indeed, I had left you home with him to tend the store and mind the babies. She said she was real pleased ’cause she was sure you enjoyed each other’s company— Whatever is the matter, honey?” Miss Selina Lue’s exclamation of solicitude was caused by an expression of consternation on Miss Cynthia’s face which was in turn caused by the sight of the artist coming from around the corner of the barn. Miss Selina Lue was unconscious of his approach; so if Miss Cynthia acted, she must act quickly. Grasping the bow at the back of her waist, she gasped “A pin!” and vanished toward the rear of the grocery. “In -my cushion, child,” called Miss Selina Lue, who thought a catastrophe threatened, and she turned to speak to Mr. Dobbs, who was coming up tho street with a tin bucket in his hand, evidently in quest of some sort of provender. His errand attended to, Miss Selina Lue started back to the aid of Miss Cynthia, when she was arrested by Mr. Alan’s remark that he had thought he had seen some . one sitting on the steps with her. Miss Selina Lue’s sense of propriety forbade any mention of Miss Cynthia and the pin, so she seated herself on the steps to await that lady’s reappearance. ' “Was you sick last night?” she inquired Interestedly, ignoring his remark. “I seen your light burning pretty late and I hunted up the peppermint and camphire bottles before I went to bed, for I kinder looked fer you to be took down with a spell of colic. Seems as if raw potatoes might swell in the stomik. I am sorry Miss Cynthie’s cooking didn’t turn out better, but of course she meant for the best. Cooking don’t always come to a woman young in life; it has to be sorter lived to by experience.” Miss Selina Lue spoke in an ordinary tone of voice, for she was under the impression that Miss Cynthia had retired to the little bedroom, and she could see that the door was shut. In reality the culprit was seated on a box of cans behind the molasses barrel, well within range of the conversation. “Why, Miss Selina Lue, I thought it was an uncommonly fine dinner. I am sure it was sweet of her to bother about me at all,” answered the victim loyally. Miss Cynthia’s heart gave a funny little start and then glowed in an inexplicable way; she had expected something different from him, perhaps. The situation was one that might have been treated humorously. “Mr. Alan, 1 am afraid it was Misa Cynthie you was tasting instead of the dinner, ’cause the looks of what was in the dish and hid away In the frying-pan under the stove was enough fer me. Bless her heart! I don't guess there was any dog handy yoa could have throwed it to, so you had to eat it up to save her feelings.” “Well, my feelings were those of gratitude, I can assure you, Miss Selina Lue, and if you ever want to go away again, just leave the babies and me in the same hands; we like them, those hands.” “That’s just like your good feelings, Mr. Alan. We was a-telling Miss Evelyn Branch about how you was friendly to every man, woman, child, dpg and baby on the Bluff. Mis’ Dobbs was special about your kindness in all Ethel Maud’s accidents. She do feel your Interest so.” “Everybody has been so kind to me that I feel like I had lived on the Bluff all my life,” answered Mr. Alan with positive emotion in his voice. (TO BE CONTINUED.) She Played the Green. The attache of a European embassy was very much attracted by a western girl of great beauty and still greater wealth at a summer resort, and in order to Interest her deeply he fell into the habit of discoursing at length on his family tree and telling her that ancestry was of great value to a man. The girl from the west had been brought up in a section of the country where every man was accepted for wjiat he was, and not because of what his ancestors had been or done. She began to be bored by the attache’s lectures on pedigree. “Blue blood,” he remarked one day, "is somethin-: not everybody can boast of.” “Oh, yes,” she agreed indifferently; “but what’s the use of blue blood if you haven’t got the long green?”— Popular Magazine. Under Colored Glass. A Swiss professor of agriculture has been experimenting with cultivation under colored glass, and finds, according to the Review Scientifique, that ordinary transparent glass gives the best results. Orange glass forcee the plants, but hurts the fruit; violet glass increases the quantity of fruit;, but lowers the quality; red, blue and green glass are positively injurious. Out or In. “What’s that noise?” asked the visitor in the*apartment house. “Probably some one in the dentist’s apartments on the floor below getting a tooth out.” “But this seemed to come from the floor above.” “Ah! then it’s probably the Popley’g baby getting a tooth in.”

New Neurn 1 of Ifeslertimj j)y IE. 3. Yffiuards

Son Sponsor for His Father

How Paul Morton Helped His Embarrassed Parent When Cleveland Offered the Latter a Portfolio in His Cabinet. Early in the winter of 1893 J. Sterling Morton of Nebraska, who founded at Nebraska City the first newspaper to be published in the state, and who was once acting governor of the territory of Nebraska, and Democratic candidate for governor after the territory had been admitted to the Union, received from a close personal friend, of President-elect Grover Cleveland a letter in which it was said that Mr. Cleveland would be glad to see Mr. Morton at the temporary home occupied by Mr. Cleveland at Lakewood, N. J. There appeared to be no other explanation for this invitation than that Mr. Cleveland had in mind the offering of some office to Mr. Morton. The communication perplexed Mr. Morton a little. He had not been numbered among Mr. Cleveland’s western friends in 1884. Moreover, he bad devoted himself exclusively to agriculture for about thirteen years. However, Mr. Morton felt that it would be courtesy for him to accept the invitation and so notified his correspondent. On his way east Mr. Morton met the late Paul Morton, his son, then prominently known in the railroad and fuel worlds. “Paul," said the father, “you know I am very rusty about politics. I never had much experience in it except the little I gained when I was in Nebraska legislature and a candidate for governor. 1 feel that I would hardly know how to bear myself if I should be brought into personal touch with the eastern politicians when I call upon Mr. Cleveland. I would be much easier In my mind if you would accompany me east.” Paul Morton had an intuitive belief that Mr. Cleveland wanted to offer his father the post of secretary of agriculture, and because he was extremely anxious that such an honor should come to his father he consented to drop business and accompany him east. Together father and son —because the former insisted —on the appointed day went to the cottage at Lakewood which had become familiarly known as “the little White House,” so-called be-

How Burnside Got His Toga

Collapse of William Sprague’s Finaneia! Affairs Caused His Retirement and Left Vacancy That tho General Filled. Os all the men of military renown gained in the Civil war who served In the United States senate during the two decades* following Appomattox, aone attracted more attention than did Ambrose E. Burnside of Rhode Island. Visitors to the galleries never failed to ask that John A. Logan and General Burnside be pointed out to them. Both were spectacular figures In the senate, but in a different way. Logan, with his swarthy complexion, long black hair and drooping black mustache, his Indian cast of countenince and his vivacity and energy, was like a moving picture upon the floor of the senate. A few seats away from the one occupied by General Logan sat General Burnside. He was easily recognized. He continued to wear the familiar sidewhiskers which, in war time, caused that form of beard to become universally spoken of as “Burnsides.” He was very neat in his dress, being, in fact, one of the best dressed men of the senate, while Logan always wore the conventional black frock coat. Burnside sometimes sat through an entire session of the senate without leaving his seat. He had a perfect set of teeth, and when some friend took a seat near him and began to chat Bumside wouffl frequently smile, and the glistening of his teeth could be easily distinguished from the gallery. It was in the winter of 1881, the year of bls death, that I met General Bumside. I took occasion to congratulate him upon his re-election as senator, and I said to him: “It is an interesting fact that you, the great military leader who came from Rhode Island in the Civil war, should have succeeded Senator William Sprague, who was the only governor in the east during the war to assume command of state regiments and take them into the field.” “I have sometimes thought,” said Senator Burnside, “that as dramatic an incident of the war as any that I became familiar with was the manner in which Governor Sprague mobilized the first Rhode Island regiments and departed from Providence, at their head only four days after President Lincoln’s proclamation ■of April 14, 1861, was issued. You know, he became go.ernor of Rhode Island when only .9 years of age; that was in 1860. He was a slender young man of medium height, wore a faint black mustache and was of very fair complexion. I have beard it said that no young man in the United States had a greater - public career in the future than he. As you

cause Mr. Cleveland was making there all of his arrangements for his return to the office of president. Mr. Cleveland was. looking forward to meeting the father alone, but when he beheld the senior Morton’s embarrassment at their exchange of greetings he quickly understood the situation, and as though everything was just as he had expected, he began to speak of Mr. Morton’s high authority as a farmer and of the valuable work he had done in that field in Nebraska. In the first pause, the elder Morton, not trusting himself to reply, looked timidly towards his son, who instantly took up the thread of the conversation, giving the proper answer. After that the president-elect, though speaking to the father, looked steadily at the son. He realized that the younger man was standing sponsor for the older. At last Mr. Cleveland tendered the secretaryship of agriculture to Mr. Morton substantially in these words: “Mr. Morton, this interview has determined me to ask you to accept a place in my cabinet as secretary of agriculture, and I shall be very glad if you will accept it.” By this time Mr. Morton’s embarrassment had well nigh overwhelmed him, and he felt himself in no condi-

Refused to Become a Diplomat

Prescott Was Offered the Position of Minister to Holland, but Declined on Account of His Partial Blindness. Recently* I told of the half-fulfilled prophecy made by the famous publisher of Longfellow, Hawthorne, Lowell, Emerson, Whittier, Holmes and other great writers of that “golden age” period regarding the coming of the present-day school of writers on the life of the west. Today I tell of Mr. Field’s opinion of the historian Prescott and a little known fact relating to him, as they were told to me by Mr. Fields. Os all the great writers in the English language with whom Mr. Fields had intimate personal association, it seemed to me from his manner when he talked to me of Pres-

know, he made a highly creditable record at the jfront from the first Bull Run through the Peninsular campaign, while still governor; he declined a commision as brigadier general, and was chosen United States senator in 1862, when in his thirty-first year. The Next year he was brought more closely, if possible, to the notice of such men as Lincoln and his advisers by his marriage with the brilliant Kate Chase, daughter of the secretary of the treasury. Moreover, he was thought to be one of the richest of the manufacturers o' the United States. He and his brother Amasa were the owners of great cotton mills. “But here I am in the seat that he formerly occupied, aRd all bpcause of an unexpected incident, the sudden collapse of Senator Sprague’s political career. “There, has always been a good deal of astonishment expressed at the abrupt termination of Senator Sprague’s public career, and a good deal of speculation, but the facts are simply these, as all his old friends in Rhode Island know well: With his brother he had developed a great water power over the line in Connecticut, and built what at the time was the longest cotton mill in the w’orld—l think a little over 1,000 feet in length. It proved a most unfortunate Investment. It was a heavier burden than even the great Sprague house could carry. Senator Sprague felt keenly the humiliation occasioned by the resultant bankruptcy. He determined to abandon all thought of a public career and devote himself to the rebuilding of his property. That and that alone was the reason why he gave up public life, and how, in 1875, I came to enter the United States senate.” (Copyright, 1911, by E. J. Edwards. All Rights Reserved.) The Spring of Hospitality. She had retired to her boudoir with a splitting headache. She was not at home to anybody. Even her pet pup lay unloved upon the mat outside. “Mrs. de Jones has called, ma’am,” the maid said, entering. “Didn’t I tell you, Mary, that I was at home to no one?” her mistress pettishly exclaimed. “Yes, ma’am,” the maid replied, hesitating, “but I thought, perhaps, ma’am, as she’s wearing her new spring dress —” “Why didn’t you say so before?” cried her mistress, bounding from her bed. “Show her in!”-Answers. Probably. “My wife scolds me every time 1 take out a new life insurance policy.” “Why does she scold you? For living?”

tion to trust to his own judgment. Again he looked in the direction of his son. He caught an encouraging and affirmative expression on the young man’s face and, assured, he turned to the president-elect. “Mr. Cleveland,” he said, in his sole speech of the interview, “I greatly appreciate the honor, and I shall be glad to accept the offer you have made me of a place in-your cabinet.” Mr. Cleveland extended his hand to Mr. Morton and led him to the porch of the cottage. Paul Morton remained behind, looking at the chair in which Mr. Cleveland had sat. After awhile he hunted up Mr. Nathan Straus, owner of the cottage. “Mr. Straus,” he said, “my father has just been offered a place in Mr. Cleveland’s cabinet and he has accepted the offer. It is a very great honor; I appreciate it more than I can tell. I am very anxious to secure some visible memento of this event, and I am going to ask you if you will let me buy the chair in which Mr. Cleveland sat when he offered the cabinet appointment to my father. Our family will cherish it as an heirloom.” “No, you cannot buy that chair,” replied Mr. Straus, “but I shall deem it an honor if you will accept it for a gift.” In that way Paul Morton secured one of the most treasured of his mementoes. (Copyright, 1911, by E. J. Edwards. All Rights Reserved.)

cott that he held that well-nigh blind portrayer of American civilizations of bther days in highest personal esteem. “Ah, he was a grand character,” said Mr. Fields, a day or two after he had returned, in the late seventies, from what was to be his last trip abroad. “He was as grand a character personally as he was intellectually. I once asked him if it were true, as I had heard, that when he learned that Mr. Motley, the historian, was writing a history of the rise of the Dutch republic he at once abandoned the purpose, which he had long contemplated, to write a work of that character. He told me in reply that he had collected a great deal of material for and had outlined the plan of such a history; but he learned by mere chance that Mr. Motley had already begun a similar work, so he abandoned his own plan and offered to send all of the material he had collected to Mr. Motley. That was some time before Motley set sail in 1851 for Holland to continue his researches for the history that has given him lasting fame. “I. asked Mr. Prescott if he did not think there was room enough for two histories on the subject. His reply was characteristic: ‘Mr. Motley was first in the field; he had the right of pre-eminence.’ “I have always thought that was as noble a thing as any man of letters ever did. And I have sometimes regretted,” continued Mr. Fields, whose eyesight, peculiarly enough, was defective, as was both Prescott’s and Parkman’s, whose publisher he was, “that Mr. Prescott was not willing to listen to the hint that if he" were willing to accept the offer he could receive appointment as our minister some one of the European courts. “When George Bancroft, who some years previously had published his great history of States, entered Polk’s cabinet as secretary of the navy in 1845, he was most anxious that American literary achievement should receive some official recognition from the new administration other than that conferred upon him. To that end he talked with the president, and was authorized to convey a hint to Mr. Prescott that the president would be glad to appoint him to some personally satisfactory diplomatic post in Europe. But when the hint was taken to Mr. Prescott he made it clear that however greatly he would appreciate the compliment of an appointment, it would be impracticable for him to serve in any political capacity. “It was not so much his fear that a position under the government would interfere with his literary labors that kept him from looking kindly upon the hint. The thing that stood in the way in his mind was his partial blindness —he could see but dimly. I am sure that he was afraid that that as fliction would prevent him from doing his full duty by his country. And 1 am also sure that but for his afflio tion, which he bore with sublime patience, he would have been very glad and happy to serve as United States minister to Holland.” (Copyright, 1911, by E. J. Edwards. All Rights Reserved.) It Lingered. “It took that racing automobile twenty minutes to pass this house.” “Impossible.” “Fact. I could hear it ten minutes before it got here and I could smell it ten minutes after it passed.” How It Came About. “There goes a man who has been in hundreds of revolutions.” “You don’t say!” “Yes. He-used to work on a Ferr? wheel.”

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