The Daily Index. (Mineral Wells, Tex.), Vol. 3, No. 127, Ed. 1 Monday, September 29, 1902 Page: 3 of 4
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)WN town a wiseacre is a man
who . has made a million
“bucking the street.” Up
town a wiseacre is a man who
knows enough to leave the
street alone. There Is a certain Incon-
sistency In the two definitions, but
both exist.
The down-town wiseacre Is an In-
teresting and Instructive type, in fact,
he Is a liberal education In himself,
but, like other liberal .educations, he
costs money to acquire. One may find
him hanging over the ticker, always
smoking, always complacent, always
confidential. He Is as easily recog-
nized as a detective or a head waiter.
One can see the financial wisdom fair-
ly glinting in his eyes. He breathes In
time with the delicato rattle of the
ticker. His heart beats as the market
moves. He is the personification of
the Wall street market
Naturally, then, he Is more or less
of a barometer. A man coming into
a down town office
after a week In the
mountains, where
tickers are not and
where the din of
the market is lost
In the roar of the
mountain stream,
does not need to
consult the chron-
icles to find out
Just how the world
has been behaving
itself. He may take
a comfortable seat
in a big red leather
chair and watch the wiseacres.
There are two of them, say, leaning
over the tape at the front of the cus-
tomers’ room. They stand In moody
silence, holding their cigars between
their fingers and letting them smoke
themselves. It means that the air is
heavy. It means that the world has
been misbehaving. Perhaps one of
them was long of Rock Island at 200;
perhaps he was short of it at 175. Who
can say? Anyhow, the way is dark
and dreary to his eyes.
Another day one finds it very differ-
ent The two wiseacres are full of
wise saws and modern Instances of
great things done in Wall street.
Their cigars smoke merrily, as they
should, being expensive weeds and
rare. There is much talk of "bull
markets,” "long profits," “quick turns
and decent,” and all the other things
that make a man happy, even thoi^gh
his wife be at Saratoga. In such a
case one knows that things are or-
dered well by the little blind demon
oi chance that cuts, the pack and deals
the hands for the merry game of mil-
lions.
Yet is the wiseacre something be-
yond the mere speculator. The latter
takes his wisdom from the former’s
lips, or gets It in the tipster's proph-
ecy, or from a chance remark of some
great man. The former manufactures
it on the premises, so to speak.. Back
of him he has years of experience,
some bitter, some sweet Does it hap-
pen that a certain stock goes climb-
ing swiftly-away beyond its value as
lng swiftly away
beyond Its value as
estimated by the
experts, the wise-
acre salth to him-
self:
-TIs well; I
have Been such
things before and
shall again, I think.
Sell me a thousand
of this stock that
doth so vaunt It-
self.” # ' •.
Does It happen
that the earnings
1of a certain road,
like Pennsylvania.
Increase and multiply In startling ratio
while the stock stands still, then salth
the wiseacre: V
"■van se; methlnks I see a certain
profit Some day soon some mighty
one, looking tor a goodly subject tor
a rise, will light upon this road and
It to the skica. I si
Hkh!
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wagon to this star while yet it hovers
near the earth, and see what heights
it scales. Buy me two thousand Penn-
sylvania.” And presently he sells
those shares at ten points* rise. So
prospers and grows- great the goodly
cult of wiseacres.
There are, be It said, some wise-
acres whose wisdom turns to foolish-
ness, and who«e bank account shrinks
and dwindles like an apple of last
year's harvest, or like the assets of
an industrial under the receiver’s mi-
croscope. Such a one Is he who lives
too long under one dispensation.
The aim and object of the wise-
acre, of course, Is ultimately to make
the "Dear Public" feel cheap. This
mission he has labored at ever since
the Wall street game began, and still
the public doesn't seem to mind. If
one read with an intelligent eye the
advertlsmcnts In some few papers in
town wherein are set forth the claims
of certain of the wiseacres to knowl-
edge beyond the ken of all other wIb©-
acres, it would be seen at once that
the dear public is the sole and ex-
clusive object of the solicitude of the
wiseacre who has become a profes-
sional wiseacre. This professional
status, as has been remarked many
times, came when,
as an amateur, the
wiseacre came to
grief. Now he is
anxious to get the
pleasure and profit
of bucking the
tough old Street,
and to reap with
him the golden har-
vest of a bull cam- -
paign. And, strange
as it may seenr, the
dear public is nojt
at all adverse to doing the work In
the harvest field and getting there-
fore what small horde of profit may
happen to escape the Boss Harvester.
"A sucker Is floated in on every
wave,” is a trite but true proverb of
Wall street. And it is also true that
there are some few odd fishermen
down in the street, and also that there
Is sufficient water down there to af-
ford a fair promise of good eport when
treated in conjunction with the fish-
ers and the "suckers.”
Whatever happens, the wiseacre
still remains a wiseacre. He knows
that if the crops are good the Grang-
ers will make much store of goodly
wealth. He is certain that If Penn-
sylvania is go-
ing to go up
higher, It Is
now a good
thing to buy,
and that If It is
going to drop a
few points It is
now a good
thing to sell.
He Is quite cer-.
tain that if the
Can a-d 1 a n
Northwest gets
to be as rich
and populous as the American
Northwest, Canadian Pacific will
be a great deal higher in price
than it is now. He knows also
that If It rains to-morrow it will
be a wet day, while if the sun
shines It is apt to be bright. His wis-
dom, in fact, is touching and wonder-
ful, and the gusto with which he
spreads it around would lead an un-
biased observer to believe that he ac-
tually liked doing good for goad’s
sake.—C. M. Keys in New York Times.
Remarkable Photography.
One of the most charming happen-
ings ever photographed by natural his-
tory cameiists Is the-birth of a but-
terfly. Mr. Fred Knock was the pho-
tographer. He depicts the whole event
from the stage when the larva has
slung itself by a silken girdle to a
twig until the butterfly, fully develop-
ed, is poised on a leaf about to make
the first trial of its wings. Mr. Knock
notes that in seven minutes from the
time that the chrysalis first spilt the
butterfly was fully developed, and
from the moment that the skfcs opened
until tbe new-born beauty
on the empty shell It emerged so
quickly that exposures of a hundredth
of a second, only were given.
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Sh® had aat any word to say—
Thar® waa no on® who stood by h®e;
For on® mlaatep in Ufa's young day,
Wh®n lav® had seemed so good to her.
Bh® walked from all th® world apart.
And kept h®r grief locked In her heart—
A comrade drear aeemed Memory;
Bo all alon# walked aha.
But aang the blackbird lit tha brake
It aeemed hla aong waa made for her;
And all along th® calm blu® lake
Th® Mllca pur® were laid for hey.
Th® honeyauckle In the dew
Around her door ita fragrance threw.
The owe lamb by her aids would lead.
And white doves there would feed
I dream tho Christ of OalUe®
Who on tho dread croaa died far her,
When near to death her step® shall be.
The gat® will open wide for her.
That angel hands will draw her In,
And lock without the cld-ttme sin.
And on her brow again will press.
Her lost youth’s happiness.
—Cora A. Matson Dolton. in the Era.
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The Awakening oi Princess;
Valerie.
BY CURRAN RICHARD OUEENLEY.
(Copyright. 19M, by Dally Story l-uh. Co.)
Pretty Princess Vslsrle, they had
called her, back In the little kingdom
of Arstadt, when Duke Frits had
wooed ahd won her in the guise of
•;he Count of Nelnhelm, and with the
wily old Prime Minister bad plotted
against a girl’s willfulness to glvo
her the sweetest of love marriages.
Well! That was years ago. Since
then, only yesterday, a weary truth
had come to Princess Valerie—that
men may love; but men will tire, and
the newest face has ever a charm.
It was a bitter smile that curved
the proud red lips, as she watched
Duke Frits stroll under the lindens,
murmuring pretty speeches Into the
dainty ear of the Countess Isobel.
Countess Isobel of Hohenhauffen, the
veriest flirt ever sent to overturn the
peace of the little court of Auer-
stadt.
Valerie rested her hot cheek In her
hand and gaxed down at the sleeping
boy, heir to tbe duchy, child of her
love, all that was left of that love,
Valerie told herself, as the countess’
gay laugh rang up beneath the win-
dow.
She had been so happy, only last
night, when that little vixen, Kath-
erine de Oraffenried, bad spoken
lightly In her hearing of Countess
Isobel’s latest conquest. Katherine
had seemed properly dismayed when
the duchess’ angry face appeared be-
tween the portlers and bade her say
out her meaning. She had wept and
sobbed with a pretty reluctance, and
then had come the story of tfie moon-
light walks, of the rides in the forest
and the little notes that went to and
fro, and Valerie listened with death
in her heart and a proud smile on
her lips.
“Is that all?” she had asked. Then,
at her bidding, the girl crept away,
the malice half hid In her sleepy
green eyes, Katherine hated the
duchess, as her small soul hated all
things gracious and lovely.
Poor, proud Valerie. All that alght
ahe lay in her great state bed with
wide staring eyes "facing the' future,”
she .called it, with all a girl’s high
tragedy, with all a loving woman’s
pain. At breakfast, the duke came
In to join her, with a song on hie
lips, and a rose In his buttonhole;
but Valerie thought she knew whose
fingers had plucked that rose, and
she would have pone of hlm.'aadthe
dukf'wmrt' away-wRl* a eoewt’ oik his
handsome face and found the Count-
ess Isobel upon the terrace, where a
American Shipbuilding.
Daring the fiscal year ended with
June, 1.W vessels', of 4T1JI1 gross
tons, were launched In the United
States, as oosspared with 1.70S vessels,
of 4SMlt toas, la 1*01. Tho decrees
la la sailing vessels, canalboats.
barges, etc. -
Chairs Used by Royalty.
Two oak chairs mads for the use of
the king and queen of England who
they visited Middlesbrough. In ItM.
have just boon sold for £4 is each.
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"Highness, tbs prince is ill and should
have the Hetv doctor immediately.”
little later Valerie saw them talking
together. ’ She could Imagine what
they were saying, and her jealous
heart throbbed nigh to bursting.
"Fool! fool!” she told herself. “Is
not this tho portion of royal women,
tho cross that goes with tho crown?”
but she had loved him so.
A dry sob arose la Ur throat and
a blackness waa before her eyes, all
tho day, as she moved through the
stately rooms. Duke Frits had care-
fully kept away from her. He was
1 puzzled, hurt and a little resentful,
yet he glanced wistfully toward her
once or twice; but that Inscrutable,
cold smile lay on the lovely Ups, re-
pelling all approach, rad unfortunate-
ly, Valerie never caught that look,
only suffered and wound the scourge
closer to her fcared bosom.
When her women came to robe her
for the evening she thrust aside the
gay tissues, the shimmering satins,
and bade them put on a trailing
black gown of some misty material,
cloudllke. sombre, from which the
white marble of throat and bosom
gleamed like frost.
Duke Frits stood at her side until
the tedious ceremony was ended;
then he made his way to the Counteas
Isobel, and Valerie, glancing up, met
the eyee of Katherine de Oraffenreld
filled with mocking laughter. The
ebb and flow of the music, the glide
of the feet over the polished floor,
the murmer of voices, with their net
speeches, came to her as through a
mist. She had some wild thought of
leaving It all and rushing out Into
the white night, of going to Rudolph,
her brother, the king of Arstadt She
would claim hie protection. Then a
thought gripped h*r heartstring*—
her child. She could not leave him,
and the people of Auerstadt would
never suffer their little prince to be
raised in another land. No, she must
stay sod bear her martyrdom. Ru-
dolph would be the first to bid her
return, and Princess Valeris could
have risen then and there, and beat
her hands against the wall In sheer
despair. Across the roojp{ ghq could
see the duke's fair head bent low
above Countess Isobel; It was mad-
dening.
A little page came hurrying down
the long room and bowed before her,
his face white and anxious. “High-
ness, the little prince la ill, and
should have the Herr doctor immedi-
ately.”
Valerie sprang to her feet, and an
instant hush fell over the audience
chamber, aa ahe swept past the little
knots of courtiers and laughing wom-
en, a princess, but yet a woman, who
has heard the cry of her child In need
of her. ^ v -
A group of frightened attendants,
made way for her, as she fell on her
knees beside the low, white bed. The
rosy limbs, that ahe had kissed so
short a time before, were rigid, and
-a blue shadow grew around the tight-
ly drawn lips, as the child lay locked
to wne eenvwleioe altar another. To
-Ouuwid. .fit J***, J&tjlb* »fV«r knew
whence came fhe strength that en-
abled her, when the doctor called for
assistance, to brush aside the panic-
stricken nurses, and herself forje tbe
clenched mouth open, while he pour-
ed the medicine down. What mat-*
ter that tlie little white teeth ground
upon her delicate fingers until the
blood trickled down, the child hag
ceased to struggle, and the warm
’pink came back to the little face, and
the tense limbs relaxed. With a
burst of tears, she gathered tbe
sleeping baby to her breast, and the
old doctor’s eyes were misty, as he
laid a kindly band upon the rebel-
lious eurls that had somehow slipped
their fastening and tumbled In head-
long beauty to her waist.
Tbe minutes slipped by, as Valeris
knelt with the child's cheek pressed
against her own, then someone enter
ed sad eolsed the door. Very gently.
Valerie never stirred, scarcely con-
scious of anything but the fact that
the child was given hack to her arms
—a thankfulness that almost blotted
oat the other great sorrow for a time.
Duke Frits kaslt down beside his
wife, and drew the dark head to his
breast Foe s moment she yielded to
the sense of rest and panes, than
pride sweke, and she draw haughtily
away from him. "Why come to me?
Where 1^ the Countess Isobel? Is she
Indisposed that you should turn to
me and the chtl^T”
The duke sprang to his fast, his
fair face flushing like a girl’a **Val-
trie!" There was a world of re-
proach In tho mere word, and Valerio
winced, half-guilti!/. A long slleaoa
fall betwuau husband and wifo. Afar
off in tho distance, the midnight bell
proclaimed the passing of another
day, and the quiet lay over tho city
like n pail; only, here In the palaco
were flashing lights and anxtoaa
faces lingering in the corridors to
know how fared the little prince, k
long time, the blue eyes of the duko
held the brown ones of Princess Val-
erie with that proud reproach; then,
woman like, she fell to sobbing upon
his breast, knowing, without a word,
that the wrong was right; and the
duke asked no questions, but present-
ly, stroking her curia, told her how
the Countess Isobel, who had laughed
down love and many suitors, waa at
last caught In the web of her own de-
vising, and that the m&ttar waa a
difficult one, aa the man In question
was a mere offloer In the guards, the
bare mention of whom as a husband
for their imperious beauty had set
the whole Hohenhauffen dan by the
earn In desperate case, the -lovera
had appealed to no leu a person than
the hereditary duke, and, though
hereditary dukes are mighty la their
small worlds, there are some things
In which It Is not ufo to meddle,
hence, all the walks and talks, In
which the young officer had formed
an anxious third, and which the little
De Oraffenried had forgotten to men-
tion when relating the story to V o
prlncesa
“Why didn’t they come to me?” de-
manded Valerie. Thera la nothing so
provoking to the average woman
than to find out that an Interesting
love affair, with all of Its proper
complications, has been going for-
ward under her very nose and she not
aware of it.
The dukeft pulled his long, fair
mustache helplessly. “The truth toi
the countess tried to tell you, but
after you had left the terrace the life
tie De Oraffenreld came back and
told her that you did not approve of
her choice; in fact, desired that tha
subject sbould not be alluded to In
your presence, and, naturally, aha
could not expect any sympathy from
you.”
“Oh!” said Valerie.
Ten minutes later, In the presence
of the court that was still assembled
in the audience chamber. Princess
Valeris summoned Fraulsln De Graf-
Mm
.
’•Valerie!”
fenried and bade her return at the
earliest possible moment to her fath-
er's schloss.
Thus, the awakening of Princess
Valerie.
BK BRAVE.
Th® world Is wida. remember this.
Nor shrink from fate’s deep furrowed
frown.
Woo fortune with your brightest smiles.
Don't let th® world when gou’re
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It rpothr tout chance for future deeds.
To frame your face with dull care’s
crown;
Brace up, and higher hold your head.
Don’t let the world know when you’re
down.
The world will bow In servile seat
To one who awaya it with a frowa;
Toe» up your head, and flash your eye «
Don’t let th® world know when you’ra
down.
If ecandel’a lip ahoutd eeek to eta In
The name you hold as honor's crown.
By your own life rofute the lie,
Don’t let the world know when you’re
down.
If bare your puree, your heart most ead.
Tour life near crushed by sorrow's
crown,, * .1.,
Then mask them well with song and
jest.
Don’t let the world know when you’re
down.
—Kate Thysoa Marr.
Gossip From Tlen-teln.
A traveler la Tien tsin, mentioning
the razing of the walls of the ancient
city, relates that the work was done
chiefly by former boxers, hired M the
tirpose. Even the children on the
streets made life unpleasant tor these - —
turncoats by taunting them with a
two-line doggerel running as follows:
From our cakes yon ate up all;
Now you’ve come to spoil our wait
The reference In the first line Is to
the large flat cakes of unleavened -
floor, mixed with brown sugar, apoe
which the boxers were fed by the
patrons of the movement la
To many of them boxeriam i
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