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Show THE A LIFE mountain stream ever seemed so beautiful to me as the great muddy. river. ‘Jack, "said I, when he lzid me down again, ‘‘what can Lever don to pay you?” ‘‘Pay me for what?” LESSON. - There! little girl; don’t cry! They have broken your doll, I know; And your tea set blue, And your play house, too, Are things of the long ago; But childish troubles will soon pass by. There! little girl; don’t ery! There! little They have And the Of your Are things But life and There! little ‘‘Look at me; girl; don’t ery! broken your slate, I know; glad, wild ways schoolgirl days of the long ago; love will soon come by. girl; don’t ery! you ll enjoy the oranges.’ I was mending fast and Busy: bal- I thought of There was a big river and we made good time to Louisville, where we shipped on the Charley Roberts, bound for Orleans. To say we found it hot on the lower Mississippi gives no idea of the weather. “Steve fever.” The the Robinson’ s down with boys pored capstan. pee in Before among them. ‘Who what swamp “Tl nurse Steve, I tell you! We've maztle five trips together, and if he is put ashore here in the swamps, | go with him..” SV oun it is; ‘said the captain, turning on his heel. ‘‘Not another man-goes tined.. Nobody but Jack saw the inside way. Weall liked Jack, but the fever might bein his clothes. He began to look pale, but he never grumbled. One day the news came out to us that Steve was dead, A few hours after we buried No. Jack as face was so 8. I could he lay on flushed the and must have a doctor, captain,” said I. ‘*‘Might as well want a gold mine,” he “But look at Jack, we do?” “T don’t know.” “Sam,” said Jack, a strange expression, ter Annie?” ‘Certainly, Jack.” ‘‘T want you to t on “You will soon see captain. What can on watch was at the with me. the broad river was quiet asa lake. ‘Jack, said I, “ve got a raging headache.” ‘*No?” said he, as if he asked asee He took my hand and held it. Jack’s arm to steady me I would long I that cannot I was tell I remember Jack’s face near me at times as in a dream—the kindliest face you ever saw, not handsome, maybe; but a some of God's goodness in it. When I got found Jack back bending face with to reality again over me. I I was in the same stateroom and I could feel from the motion that the boat was under way. ‘‘How long have I been here, Jack?” ‘Quite a wwhile, my boy.” “And where are we?” “Not far from Memphis.” ' “Going up or down?” “Going home. Don’t talk if it tires you.” ‘*What was the matter with me, Jack?” “AC touch of fever; but you’re better now.’ “Can't I look out, Jack? It will do me good to see the sun.’ He raised me up gently as a woman would have done, and I looked out ee the glass door of the stateroom = eagerly as a child. Had the sun ever , shone so brightly before? The wooded shores looked like paradise. low No officials country. telegraphed The orders ahead to look out for the children.—New York Sun. Contractors and Builders. Manufacturers, Importers and Wholesale and Retail Dealers in| The FOUR Departments of the | General Merchandise, “Yes,” he went on, pointing. SALT LAKE CITY. Are constantly filled with complete lines of Dry Goods, Groceries, LUMBER to see me like a lifeless thing. “God help him! “Ons surely not!” to Christmas ready Fruits Cleaned for Family SOS o Se © © ae So eeSy © BRANCH HOUSES AT OGDEN, Weber County, Utah. LOGAN, Cache County, Utah. * PROVO, Utah County, Utah. One Block East of U. C. Depot. Use. Hear back. Goal! Ah, I looked up You read of prayed over the rough pine prayer, not a hymn ‘at the came of C. E. WANTLAND, Agent. Call and Examine Goods and Rock Prices. We make a Specialty of Home-Made Nota funeral; only Coe Is. and Pleasant Valley Order Your Winter's Sup Now. S. P. Teasdels. genuine ‘grief. away for Annie. Jack was as homely a man as ever you saw, a big, raw boned fellow, with a twinkle of the eye that made one laugh. Had you been hunting for a man of polish and education you would not have picked him out. His head had not been cultivated at the expense of his heart. He used strong aes sometimes when a rope got tangled, or the pumps worked hard, or the coffee didn’t suit him. I am not trying to picture him to know him as Springs, Red Canyon, Weber good men We left him there on the river bank, with a. piece of drift wood to mark his grave, which the next flood would sweep away. Ifounda little flower growing there—a violet, I think—which : brought I want _you Jnion Pacific Railway flo., Suitable for Holiday Trade. box? Goal! Goal! BEST IN THE MARKET. ques- He is dead.” —unselfish and heroic men that poets sing of and historians immortalize—but here was one that nobody ever heard of. Who was there to read a funeral sermon over him when we buried him in a lonely place on the river bank next day? Who as perfect; ; vo SS it’s good to be back in Pennsylva- some tears that CN & COSSew PON) ‘**There’s I believe I had it, too. words. YARDS. voice: he got over ‘the glad as Annie Sam, steam Planing Mills, ? EAGLE HOUSE Boots and Shoes, Lite., Ete. Annie at the door. She looks more and more like mother as she grows older. She’s glad to see me from the way she smiles.” **Indeed pee is, _ Jack.” as PIONEER “ “Then rest, Jack. I shall be here.” “Take my hand, Sam.” ae have your hand, my boy. Try. sleep.” hind my delirious; but how you. to come to this CLOTHING, way. I cannot fill your eyes with tears as mine are filled, as there is no art be- never have reached my bunk. Iremember very little after that. 1 learned af- terwards them railroad her about me.’ lier, Jack.” “Dead!” he repeated. “Only when I bent over him did I be‘lieveit. Jack was dead. ‘He died working for others,” said the captain, and in lieu of better words these must stand for his epitaph. I can only tell Jack’s story in a plain ‘*Not fever, is it, Jacki”. “Come and lie down,” was his answer. A dizziness came over me, and with- out to looking at me with ‘‘you know my sis- tioningly at the captain. | was and He was better musquitoes. There was a haze over the water, but the stars were shining, and death her sister was Gertrude his We were pufiing at tobies to keep off the Steve’s was Annie, you to nia—God’s country! Annie! Annie!” He fell back in a stupor, with his eyes set. I felt a spasm pass trough his frame, after which his hand iay in mine head of the tow, and Jack Principal. her brother was John. Their father was Joseph Kolsky. He left Germany three years ago. Their mother died two months ago, and their father sent money at doing than saying. I looked at the poor fellow in despair. fever well. him!” The fever did not spread, and we all breathed freer. A few evenings after A. M., None of the children could speak English. Through an interpreter, one of the girls told a Sun reporter that her name old Pont barking at the gate; he’s ’most said over him was from Jack: ‘‘God help —, into “That's Sam’s him on an island in the river in a pine box, and the only thing like a prayer S cabin Jack never said much. into of it. Wesaw him sometimes, carrying something to the sick man or sitting on the guards to get a breath of air; “but every soul on the boat kept out of his BANNISTER, To Att Conpuctors.—Tnese children, three of them, are bound for Galveston, Texas, where they will find their father. They are on the way from Germany. Their tickets are in their pockets. ‘‘No, Sam; I’m going.” ‘We're both going home.” “Yes, going home. I’m tired! Tired!” Steve's stateroom.” For ten days Steve’s room was quaran- H. » replied. fever is?” “Do i know anything?” “Doubtful.” his ‘““‘We *“Me.”’ Send for catalogue to W. alone. The notes tied to their belts were as follows: . the -| there. ‘“Who’s to nurse him?” and Europe. he did I had never nursed a sick person in my life. The captain came in while I sat “Plain Jack Price; but Steve don’t go ashore. It’s an outrage to think of it. . know ‘*‘Who’s nursing him?” ‘“‘Nothing, Sam.” said On the west bank of the Hudson, twenty-five miled’ above New York. Preparatory Work for Young Men. College for Young Ladies. Twelve Teachers. Fullcour. ses in English, Business, Languages, Surve) in and Engineering, Drawing, Painting, Music, an Elocution. Ample Buildings. Steam Heat. Gym! nasium. Pleasant Home surroundings, and abso4 lute health. No examinations for entrance. $250 pays ali regular charges for board and tuition for school year. Successful for fifteen years beyonce any seminary in the country. Separate teaching} and special care to backward pupils. The students of the College represent nearly all the Westerr| States and Territories, as well as South America **T am—what little he gets. Wecan’t make a hospital out of the Charley bunk, are you?” “Do you waists, and a note tied tu each belt, were “In No. 8. But you can’t go near him; he’s got thefever! Delirious! Wouldn’t know his.own mother!” hardly recognize a Travelers. passengers on the Southern express on the Pennsylvania railroad. They had traveled all the way from Germany to eyes so bloodshot. He had dropped down, too weak to take his clothes off. I took his hand and sat beside him. ‘Jack, my boy, what’s wrong?” The mate shook his Little NYACK-ON-?'(EH-SUDSON. A SCHOOL OF THE HICHEST CRADE, “‘Don’t you. fret!” he answered. a knot around long there was Three Cook tried to stop me, but I staggered swamp Institution. ROGKLAND COLLEGE, “But I must know.” ‘“Well, he’s not able to be about.” ‘“Where is he?” Roberts.” One byeonerative Mervantil Two 9-year-old girls and a 7-year-old | boy, with leather belts around their tears. expected him all day, but Zee the big not come. “Cook,” said I, at last, “I want tell me the truth about Jack.” across among ead and looked thoughtful. “The man must be put ashore!” the captain. “‘No, sir!” cried Jack Price. been be out very soon. Jack did not come again that day. Next morning the cook brought mea cup of tea. “Where i is Jack?” I asked. If his face is Half the crew were unfit for duty. would have gone had you known him. This was Jack at his best.—H. D. Mason in Pittsburg Bulletin. Itseemed ‘J went ashore at Memphis,” he explained, ‘tand found a letter from Sister Annie. They’re looking for me home.” *“We'll soon be in Pennsylvania again, Jack.” He looked me full in the face and smiled. His eyes seemed very large and his cheeks were bloodless. I$ saddened sae to look at him. 99 ‘‘T must go now, said he. “I hope red it is because midwinter winds on the Ohio are not good for the complexion. He deals with rough work and is rough himself; but his heart is just about as apt to be right as that of a senator,or a judge. We started from Pittsburg on fae George Hammond in July, Jack and I. morning there was a whispering the boys. ‘What's up, Jack,” said I. learned then how unselfish he was, and my heart went out to him, as your’s very letter and some oranges. ancing himself on the gunwale of a coal barge with twenty feet of swift water under him, is not apt to be a pretty, kid gloved, soft voiced fellow. how =I thought I'd got past this,” said he, coughing. Next day he came in smiling, with a ears. or time came between jus, and I saw standing in Jack’s kindly eyes. need to tell you of a deck hand’s A man that beats about in the cold sleety ropes I He made no answer, but took my hand and pressed it. It seemed as if a mist of such a story, and gentlemen who will dip into it carefully, expecting to find a string of oaths. Judge for yourselves whether this tale of Jack Price, my part- rain, handling first ‘*Look at me, Jack; you’ve best friend | ever had.” call us coarse and vulgar. Granted; but our work makes us so. Thereare ladies, I fancy, who will shudder at the thought and as aghost. thin and pinched his face was. as if he had grown old. I suppose not one in a thousand will eare to read a deck hand’sstory. People No life. thin I noticed for the PRICE, DECK HAND. ner, is fit for refined I’m WEEKLY. ne was. fs voice Mm a sickroom was as gentle as a child’s; he had a big, tender heart, kindlier than most women have, and. a hand that served a friend until ready to drop from weariness. I remember him as he bent over me while I lay helpless with fever, a kindly light beaming in his face that beautified it. I must have been sick a long time. You’ve pulled me through, Jack.” ‘*Pve done nothing of the kind,” said he, laughing. There! little girl; don’t cry! They have broken your heart, I know; And the rainbow gleams Of your youthful dreams Are things of the long ago; But heaven holds all for which you sigh. There! little girl; don’t cr —James Ganitscmb Riley. JACK WESTERN Office, corner Main and Second. South Streets. Telephone 240. Conners treatment and guaran commleye satisfaction Orders by Mail wilt receive prompt and careful attention. eee Contractor A eee eee TEASDELS. W. J. Tuddenham, and Builde., M antles, Grates, Tile Hearths, Etce., Etc. T.G. WEBBER, Supt. 398. West TempleSt.,SALTLAKE CITY |