Crawfordsville Daily Journal, Crawfordsville, Montgomery County, 24 October 1894 — Page 2
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WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 24, 1S94.
MICHAEL FOI.F.Y. the statesman from Coal Creek, said in a speech at Alamo recently that in 1S61 he Republican party passed laws in the interest of the telephone trust. THE JOURNAL heretofore has had occasion to refer to Mr. Foley as a gentleman who is troubled with a diarrhoea of words and a constipation of ideas. In this case substitute the word "facts'' for -"ideas."
I'NDEK the McKinley law the duty on horses was S30 per head regardless of kind. Jnder the Gorman law the duty on horses is 20 per cent ad valorem. The effect of the change is that all the cheap horses of Canada are now crowding the Eastern markets and cutting oft' the trade of our Western farmers. At a sale of Canadian horses in Chicago on Tuesday they sold as low as SI7. Of course this makes our farmers feel cheerful.
THE local Democratic managers are as busy as a hen with one chicken in their efforts to whip in the kickers, the recalcitrants, and the dissatisfied. They tiud them not only in blocks of live, but of tens and twenties. One of the dangers of the present Republican campaign is over-confidence, forgetting that the Democratic party does its best fighting under cover—that a still hunt is always preferable. "Eternal vigilance is the price of liberty" holds as good in politics as in war.
Now that Secretary of State is ill and has been compelled the campaign the Democratic probably can give Hon. W. D.
Myers to quit papers
Owen
some decent treatment. It will be remembered that Mr. Owen broke down early in the campaign and has spent most of his time since then in a sanitarium. but without consideration of truth or decency the Democratic organs sneered at his illness with the remark that he was afraid of his competitor. Neither Mr. Owen nor Mr. Myers are rugged men. It is well known that Mr. Owen has a predisposition of lung troubles and other complications, while Mr. Myers is a sufferer from chronic diseases contracted in the war. lie was also injured in a •railroad wreck a few years ago and these injuries are still troublesome. TIIE JOI KXAI. hopes that both gentlemen may entirely recover and that both may have many years before them. ...
HOW TO VOTE.
There ivill be three ballots to vote at the coining election. The State ticket will be printed on red paper.
The county ticket will be printed on wliite paper. The township ticket will be printed on yellow paper.
Each voter will receive, on entering ••the voting place, from a polling clerk a State, county and township ticket. On the corner of each ticket will be written tiie initials of the polling clerks. The voter will then take the three tickets into the booth and stamp them, folding the tickets separately so that the initials of the polling clerk can be seen, and then return the tickets to the inspeetor and see that they are deposited in the proper ballot box. The color of the box will correspond with the color of the ticket.
To vote a straight ticket stamp in the square surrounding the eagle and no where else.
NVIIV CATTJ.K A1!K I.OW. Shipments of cattle from old Mexico to Chicago is a new feature in the live stock business and one not calculated to make the average Texas stockman feel very cheerful. The Montgomery county farmer feels the effect equally with the Texas cattle raiser. The Chicago Driver's Journal says that while Mexico is by no means the cattle-rais-ing country that Texas is. the fact that the new tariff act permits shipments to this country at a profit may encourage an expansion of the cattle business in that country that may give Texas a lively competition. Of course the duty will handicap Mexican stock men and will tend to check the business, yet as long as there is any profit in it some shipments may be expected. The trial shipment of last week was a success financially, and already the dispatches state that more cattle are being prepared for shipment. The
Cheesman ranch near Sabinas is said to contain nearlj' 100,000 head of cattle and it is rumored that a big share of these will be sent to Chicago if prices are favorable. Under the former law it cost $10 per head to get the cattle across the line regardless of their quality. Now at the advalorem rate the duty is much less, and in the case as tiie recent shipment was a fraction more than 82 per head. The first lot of cattle marketed here sold at 82.45 for 82!-lb steers and 82.25 for 762-lb cows. These cattle were originally Texans and bore well-known Texas brands. They had been taken across the border just under what condition cannot be btated.
APPEAL.
Th« childish rolce rose to my ear, Sweet-toned aud eatter, praying m«i "I am so Utile, ttrtwim. dour,
Please lift me up. so 1 can see!"
I looked down at the pleading foco. Felt the small hands' entreating touoh. •And. stooping, caught in swift embraoe.
Tho baby boy 1 loved so much, And held him up that ho might gate At the great pageant of the sky, Tho glory of tho sunset's blaze,
The glittering moon that curved oh nigh.
With speechless love I clasped him close, And read their beauty in his eyes, And on his fair check kissed the rose,
Sweeter than blooms of Paradise. And In my heart his eager prayer Found echo, and the self-same cry Hose from Its depths through Heaven's alri "O gracious Father, lift me high!
"So little and so low am 1, Among earth's mists 1 call to Thee, Show me the splendors of Thy sky I
O lift me up, that I may see!" —Cells Thaxter, In Youth's Companion.
THE OLD MARKET WAGON
And How It Finally Gave to a New Carriage.
Place
Each year Mr». Bradley hod Bald: "William, wo mutt hare new carriage." Each year Mr. Bradley had answered: "I guets we'd better try to make the old wagon do a leetle longer, Marthy!" And there it usually ended. The wagon in question was a rather olumsy, high vehicle, but strongly built. The sides were paneled and bound with iron. They had once been painted green, but were now faded to a greenish gray. The wheels were stout and palnte red. The seat had a high open back, and there was a flaring dashboard whioh showed signs of having once been black.
It had been their mainstay as a vehicle ever since they were married, twenty-three years before. Then it was bright and shinlncr and new. William had oourted Martha In It. When the townspeople had seen them riding out with the new team they said among themselves: "There's a promising cou pie. They will make a good matoh and, lllce's not, do well."
This propheoy had been fulfilled, for William Bradley owned his farm "olear," and gossip reported a snug bank account
In the meantime they had both begun to grow old. They had no children now. The last, their little Dorothy, five months old, had been carried silently away In that very wagon.
Of late years the wagon had been In the habit of giving out now and then. One by one new wheels, new springs, new boards and new bolts had replaced old ones still, to all appearances, it was the same old wagon. It retained its Individuality like the famous jackknife that had so many new blades and new handles.
The wagon served alike "for mill and for meetln'." On week days it carried butter, eggs, farm produce and groceries. On Sundays it carried Mr. and Mrs. Bradley to church. The wellknown rattle was a signal to belated churchgoers who were just getting ready to hasten their toilet.
Each year Martha had found It harder work to climb up into the aged vehicle. It had never been an easy task. The act of getting Into that wagon was a complex one. The men usually climbed over the wheel, the easiest if not the safest method. But like the majority of the gentler sex, Mrs. Bradley preferred to risk her life in the orthodox way, and so went by way of the steps.
It was a back-straining process. Clutching at the dashboard with one hand, the seat with the other, one foot was carefully lifted to the high step which depended from the middle of the wagon's side. Having reached this half-way stage, the body oscillated on one foot while the other foot was swung madly In the air, endeavoring to find the other step which was higher up on the wagon side. When found, the owner executed a kind of oblique hop, and then, if all went well, a little more osoillatlng landed the person in the wagon. During all this there were minor dangers likely to be incurred, suoh as stepping upon the skirts and tripping. Lucky was the person who understood philosophy well enough to prevent the farther end of the seat from tilting up into the air at some stage of hlB maneuvers. Mrs. Bradley was so well versed upon this point that she always waited until her husband had seated himself upon the other end of the seat before she attempted the feat.
Whenever a stranger, uninitiated, was struggling and getting red In the face he was sympathizingly informed that it "hed always ben a hard wagon to git into."
The steps looked very Innocent, and that was the worst of it. The feminine portion of the town had become wise by experience, and when some stray female was overtaken and offered a ride In the hospitable-looking wagon, she usually preferred to walk.
Mrs. Bradley was a quiet and unoomplalnlng woman, but full of energy. In the hard working days, when they were "clearing" the farm, she learned to subdue her pride. But of late, with more prosperous times, her old spirit began to reassert Itself. A "struggle" with William resulted In a new carpet and some new ourtains for the sittingroom. Another struggle brought forth a new bonnet and cloak for herself and a new suit for him. And now she had fully determined to have a new carriage in which to ride to church. She knew that the struggle would be great and possibly of long duration. But she had bent her back and strained her nerves long enough clambering into the old market wagon, while her poorer neighbors rode by in their comfortable carriages. "William, you're got to git a carriage. It most breaks my back every time I git into the wagon, and I can't stand it much longer." "Oh, we'll her one lome time don't you worry. I can't git it jist now, for
I'm savin', cal'latln' to buy thatcolt of Clayburn's." ThiB was the first that she had heard of his Intention to buy the colt. "William, we dou't need that colt. It ain't Bafe. fle'U run away and break your neok. You're glttin' to be too old a man to go breakln' oolts. You'd better put your money Into a carriage."
But William bought the eolt, and Mrs. Bradley still rode to ohurch In the rattling market wagon. The neighbors said It was a shame. Mrs. Bradley never said so. except to her husband. She meekly stood up for him and the old wagon in the presence of outsiders.
"Marthy." said hor husband cne evening, "I'm thinkin' to put a new lean-to to the shed. I guess I'll take the colt and drive over to git some shingles to-morrow why, Marthy!"
He stopped suddenly, for he noticed a peculiar look In her eyes. He had noticed It recently whenever he spoke of laying out money. The look made him feel uneasy. A now thought struck him, and with a crafty smile he said: "You know it will" be a good place to run the old wagon under if we git our new carriage."
That was a straw too much. "Yes, \f we git it," she snapped. "You know as well as I do, William Bradley, that you hain't tho slightest intention of glttin' a new carriage. Llke's not I'll break my neck some day over that old wagon, and then you'll ride to my funeral in it. Oo on and build your lean-to, if you want to, I 'ain't nothin' to say." "She's gittln' narvous," he soliloquized, as he rode along the next morning. He felt uneasy. His wife was as kind as ever, but there was a cold feeling growing up between them which he did not relish. "I dun know but she ought to hev the carriage," he rnusod "she's sartinly 'arned it. Well, we kin Stan' it this j'ear, and I guess next year I'll begin to think about gittln' one."
His conscience thus appeased, he began a calculation concerning the number of shingles that he wanted.
About noon Mrs. Bradley began to watch for her husband's reappearance. She looked down tho road. There he was, walking up the hill by the house, trudging along beside the horse in order to make the load lighter. The wagon was piled high with glistening shingles. A shade of pity passed over her face as she saw him trudging slowly through the hot sand. "He's worked hard and he's gettin' old,*" she mused.
Then a flash of indignation swept over her as she thought: "Hut why doesn't he try to save my strength ae well as his horse's?" She went into the house and closed the door with a bang.
The next instant she heard a series of crashes and a great rattling, intermingled with cries of "Whoa! Whoa!" She rushed out and beheld the colt plunging past with the load of shingles full tilt after him. Mr. Bradley was running behind as fast as he oould and yelling "whoa" at the top of his voice. The shingles were flying In all directions.
The wagon was soon overturned, and with a few vlgorons kicks the colt freed himself and plunged on up the hill.
While Mr. Bradley went after the horse she picked her way through the debris of shingles to the wagon and surveyed the wreck. Was that a look of triumph that sparkled in her eyes as Bhe went back?
William found a good dinner waiting for him when he came in. They ate silently for awhile, each busy with meditation. "Was the colt hurt?" finally asked Mrs. Bradley. "No, not much. He skinned his ankles a leetle. One of the boards In the bottom of the wagon broke, and that was what scart him."
They ata silently awhile longer. At last Mrs. Bradley spoke in as restrained a tone as she could command "I guess we'll hev to hev a new carriage now, won't we?"
He put one knee over the other and looked out of the window. "Wall!" I've examined the wagon, and the wheels and body are good's ever so I cal'late with a few new flx!i 's we kin git—" "William!"
He looked quickly around. "William!" Hie tone %vas low, but there was something awfully suggestive about It "'William.'" This time It was louder, but with the suggestlveness intensified. She continued, "Don't you fly in the face of Providence."
He quailed beneath her glance. Whatever he had intended to 6ay remained unsaid, for he added In a meek voice—"Kin git a new carriage and hev the wagon fixed up for common."
Next Sunday the church people looked and stared, and looked and stared again, and craned their necks, and stood on tiptoe, as a handsome new earriage drove up. And If there was a look of triumphant pride In Mrs. Bradley's eyes as she stepped out, who can blame her?—Mayme Isham, In Good Housekeeping.
A Household Treasure.
D. W. Fuller, of Conajoliarie, N. Y., says that he always keeps Dr. King's New Discovery in the house and his family has always found the very best results follow its use that he would not be without it, if procurable. G. A. Dykeman, druggist, Catskill, N. Y., says that Dr. King's New Discovery is undoubtedly the best Cough remedy that he has used it rin his family for eight years, and it has never failed to do all that is claimed for it. Why not try a remedy so long tried and tested. Trial bottles free at Cotton & Rife's drug store. Regular size 50c, and SI.00.
FOB tags see TUB JOURNAL CO., PKIJJIEBS
They (jire.Tliclr Reason*.
Perhaps some of our readers would like to know in what respect Chamberlain's Cough Remedy is better than any other. We will tell you. When this Remedy is taken us soon as a cold has been contracted, and before it has become settled in the system, it will counteract the effect of the cold and greatly lessen its severity, and it ir the only remedy that will do this. It acts in perfect harmony with nature and aids nature, in relieving the lungs, opening the secretions, liquefying the mucus and causing its expulsion from the air cells of the lungs and resoring the system to a strong and healthy condition. No other remedy in the market possesses these remarkable properties No other will cure a cold so quickly. For sale by Nye & Booe, 111 N.Washington St., opposite court house.
A Quarter Century Tmt.
For a quarter of a century Dr. King's New Discovery has been tested, and the millions who have received benefit from its use testify to its wo»derful curative powers in all diseases of Throat, Chest and Lungs. A remedy that has stood the test so long and that has given so universal satisfaction is no experiment. Each bottle is positively guaranteed to give relief, or the money will be refunded. It is admitted to be the most reliable for Coughs and Colds. Trial bottles free at Cotton & Rife's drug store. Large size fiOc, and 81.00.
A STRANCE CASE.
How an Enemy was Foiled.
Tho following graphic statement will be read with Intense interest: "I caunot describe the numb, creepysensationthatexlsted iii my arms, hands and legs. 1 had to rub and beat thoso parts until they were sore, to overcome In a measure tho dead feeling that had taken possession of them. In addition, I had a st ranee weakness in my back and around my waist, together with an indescribable 'gone feeling in my stomach. Physicians said It was creeping paralysis, from which, accordIn^ to tlielr universal conclusion, there is no relief. Ouce it fastens upon a person, they suv, it eoutlnues its Insidious progress until It roaches a vital point and the sufferer dies. Such was ray prospect. I had been doctoring a year and a half steadily, but with no particular benefit, when I saw an advertisement of Dr Miles' Restorative Nervlno, procured a ixjttle and began using it- Marvelous as it may seem, but a few days had passed before every bit of that creepy feeling had loft me, and there has not been even the slightest indication of Its return. I now feel as well as I ever did, and have gained teu pounds in weight, though 1 hud run down from 370 to 137. Four others have used l)r. Miles' ltestoratlve Nervine on my recomendation, and It has been as satisfactory in'their cases as In mine."—James Kaue, La Kuo, O.
Dr. Miles' Restorative Nervine is sold by all druggists on a positive guarantee, or sent direct by the Dr. Allies Medical Co., Elkhart, lud., on receipt of price, $1 per bottle, six bottles for *s. exnress prepaid. It is free from opiate* ei rtinMProus orus*
Sold by all druggists.
Announcement
-OF TUE-
UNION
LECTURE COURSE
The committee for the Uuion Lecture Curse is pleast to be able to oflcr our citizens the following series of entertainments for the season of 1894-95:
The Ovide Musin Concert Company, of New York,
Friday, Nov. 2nd, 1894.
Henry Watterson, the Editor-Orator, In his famous lecture, "Money and Morals.
Friday, Dec. 7th, 1894.
Hannibal A. Wiilliams, the emiment Shakespearean Reader,
Friday, Jan. 18,1895.
Prof. S. H. Clark, Elocutionist, (Professor of Elocution in Chicago University: noted for his rea-dings at the Chautarjua Assembly, New York, and elsewhere.)
Monday, Feb. 18,1895.
A Concert.
(Talent ami date to be announced shortly,)
Season tickets for the above course are now on sale. Price, SI.00 each. The number of season tickets sold will be limited. Seats to the several entertainments may be marked off, prior to each, at the Y. M. C. A. building. Single admission to any entertainment, fifty cents.
Tickets for the course are for sale at Ramsey &• Goitre's, Cotton & Rife and at the Y. M. C. A. building, or may be obtained of any member of the lee ture committee.
HAIR
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FEMALE FACE
Moles and all Facial BI Irishes destr'y'd or r—n pain, scar or Injury bj tho p\&" V~*w v.o'ifii
FKtric Needle
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Electro Surgeon,
DJ k/i llujbli president 01 the Boston Electrolysis Co., 13 Circle St., Indianapolis. Eighteen years experience over 10,000 cases cured.
NOTE—l)r. VanDyek will have parlors at the Nutt House. CrawfordsvlUe, Nov. 14th and l&tb. Every case oured. no matter how bad it may be. Engagements can be made by mail. Terms to suit ail. Book free.
Living Chess
-BV TUB—
CRAWFORDSVILLE
Amateur Tableau Comp'y
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MUSIC HALI.
Thursday Oct.
25.
Overture at 8:15.
Director George E- Quinton Chess Director Dr. T. F. Leech Manager Mr. A C. Schlenimer
Reserved Seats on Sale at lirown" Drugstore.
Prices—25, 35 and 5o Cents.
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Half flile of
THE BIG STORE. CLOAKS AND FURS
Bojard Fence
Covered with talk about the quality, lit, finish and general superiority of our line of these goods wouldn't convince a woman half so quick as it would to snuggle inside of one and walk around in front of a long mirror and see reflected the truth of every printed praise we have showered upon them. Once a woman gets fairly into one of'em you can make up your mind it's
Her Cloak.
She'll never get out if she lias the price. Its a
waste of words for us to praise the garments when
a customer is inside of it—tells its own story in a
more effective manner than we are able to.
Get Inside
This is all we ask and we are confident of the
result. This is all we ask and we feel we should be
favored as much. Give us your time and attention
and we will give you good values for little money.
This seems reasonable, don't it?
Dress Goods
It seems scarcely necessary to say anything about our dress goods. You all know about us in that line. If you don't, ask your neighbor. She does. Our friends advertise us in this line and we are satisfied with their work, so what's the use saying more. We haven't the time nor space to mention all lines in our store, but beg to remind you it will pay you to come to us for your smallest purchasts. It pays to trade at the "Big Store."
LOUIS BISCHOF
The Big Store,
127-129 East Main St. Crawfordsville, Ind.
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