Crawfordsville Review, Crawfordsville, Montgomery County, 22 December 1894 — Page 4

THE REVIEW.

SUPPLEMENT.

RAW FORDS VII LE INDIANA

"ANI 1.1

HI

Decauso

I-on! plagued tin- people,

t-licy

made the calf which

fVaron made."

So

FAR

as

WE

TIIK game laws of Indiana permit smiting as follows: Deer. October 1 to January 1. (Juail or ptieasants, Kov. ID to .lanuary 1. Wild tur-. coys. Nov. I to Feb. 1. Woodcock, july 1 to January 1. Wild ducks, Sept. 1 to April lf. Squirrels. June I to Dee. If).

TAMMANY is reported to be bankrupt. financially as well as politiclily. A largo reserve fund, variously estimated at from $30,000 to $200.ttOO. has disappeared and can not be satisfactorily accounted for. The organization is also said to be heavily in debt. "When thieves fallout," etc. _________

TIIK "New South" is a-coinin". The shipment of TiO.OOO bushels of corn from Alabama to Illinois and Iowa this fall is an unprecedented ovont. and may be said to herald a new era in inter-State commerce. The experiment is not likely to become a common practice as to the shipment of grain to the Northwest, but it surely indicates that the South is beginning to raise a surplus of cereals—something unheard of until 1894.

LAW is an abstruse science that few can master. One of the peculiarities is the totally unexpected way in which it grabs its victims. For instance, the proprietor of the notorious Hrighton Beach resort at. Indianapolis, the scene of numerous murders and desperate crimes of various descriptions, was roundlv. lined for "profanity" in the city police court, the other day. while his ofTenses in other and far more dangerous and reprehensible directions were, for a time, at least, overlooked or condoned.

THE Columbian souvenir half dollars, so long held at $1 per souvenir, have suffered a relapse, the market lias slumped and the suggestive coin may now be had for fifty cents. The Government a short, time ago had 3,000,000 of the coins and officials decided to close them out at par. The Exposition officials had iJOtl.OtlO and concluded to realize on the same basis. The. natural result, followed, and their value as a souvenir, for a •time at least, has been serious!v intc)aired. Authorities estimate that ¥"00.000 worth were sold at the rate of one dollar each.

TIIK big liritish blowout, which accompanied the formal opening of the Manchester ship canal last summer appears to have been conducted on much the same style of such "doins" in this country. The officials having the matter in charge did not fail to lay their hands on all possible ''perquisites" and favorite'dealers who "stood in wid de boss" were not neglected in a division of the spoils. All the little Princes in the Queen's suite were supposed to be living of thirst and each was scheduled to drink chocolates to the extent of $9.25. They also smoked, or lit least the bills so averred, $70 worth of cigarettes. All of which was cheerfully paid

for

funds.

MM

haw been ab!o In

:oep track of the returns, six fatnliiios have resulted from over-uulul-roiu'o in tho groat American game »f foot ball on Thanksgiving Day.

from nublic

TIIK '"ghost" of Alexander II. who was killed by a Nihilistic bomb in March, 1881, is said to be "haunting" the cathedrals of Sts. Peter and Paul at St. Petersburg, and has also "appeared" at the Winter Palace. The story was cabled 1o the Associated Press in detail Dec. 1, and the reality of the specter was uncommonly well attested to by four witnesses whose characters for truthfulness and sobriety was vouched for. The Russian police believe it is a Nihilist trick and scientific experts scoff at the alleged apparition, but every investigation lias served to strengthen the faith of those who 6aw the bloody figure. A policeman stationed to watch for the appearance testified that he saw the ghost which, as he advanced upon it, disappeared, walking backwards, so rapidly that he could not overtake it.

Til© IiOHt l'jUUIlUa i' v/uml A{juin«

An interesting discovery is said tt have been made in India. This is nothing less than the lost books ol Euclid, of which a Sanskrit translation is said to li:in' cy

JO

re.

"The present for ladies Is more becoming than that

for

identic-

men," says an exchange. Weil, we would just say The gentlemen's ruling habit, we believe, is

to

let tho

ladies stand uv.—Soiilccm statesman.

T. MOHOI-AS w:is

resting

From lits Chris! m:i* work at hist. The uifts had all been glvpii, 'J' liP li o! il were past. And iloziui? in hi-arm-nhair ./With liia fat tipon his liners. Tiir pond Kai!i smoke it 1 holiest pipe,

And took his holiest ':ise. Hut sometltitu ronscil him ipiit klv, He sturtcil from his swat. A so'dic.r bolil. a maiden fair,

Were kneeling ai his fee "St. Nicholas.' Hie niaid"n cried "Behold my fearful plight: These woumls liuv been inflieted

Since that dreadful, dreadful niK'l.t When .vou left me in the stoi-kini: Of being I dare not name She paused, the soldier raised his voice

And said: "I binah with shame To stand before your saintship In the dress you now behold. But the way 1 hnve been treated

Makes my very blood run end. I've been nursed and kissed and coddled I've been rocked andsunjj to sleep. Oh! were I not a soldier still.

I'd almost like to weep."

AMI

DOZING

IN HIS AIIM CIIMU.

Ah," mused the cood St. Nicholas, "I think I understand.'' And he smiled a merry little smile,

And coughed behind his hand. 'Twos on that busy Christmas eve When all was ti a whirl. This dot: wan given to a boy.

This soldier to a girl." And then aloud gravely said: "1 grmve to see your pain, But if you'll sluy with me a year

All shall he ell auain. Nnxt Christmas ve. my children. When you are well arid strong. I will put you In t'ie stockings

Wlii'i you really do belong." -J. McUermott. in Youth's Companion.

A KKAL CHRISTMAS.

How Miss Hopkins Knjoyed Her I-'irst .Merry Holiday

A. A. Hal: !n Interior.

(ill! I wish it was all over for another a whispered Miss i'riscilla Hopkins to a sparrow on the 1 ph on wire. Just why she should wish the merry Christmas day passed. Miss llop-

kins herself could hardly have told. The big New York boarding house was almost deserted. All of the thirty boarders had scattered for the holidays, except the invalid on the parior Moor, the rrusty (.icrman professor, old Mr. and Mrs. Jiruwn, and the pretty. poverty-pinched young widow on the fourth lloor. Even the little music teacher was oil" for a holiday trip, and .Miss Hopkins could hear the chambermaid calling blithely to the grocer boy that she'd '"be ready oh. by 7 o'clock, sure!"

Miss Hopkins pressed her wrinkled cheek against 1.he window pane anil looked down into the dull, cit.v street, with its patches of dirty snow. A hard, bitter feeling crept into her heart. There were so many good times and she "not in 'cm." The lodger on the fourth floor back was leaning airainst the window pane, too, but her cheek was pink and smooth, the room very tiny and cold, and the view from the window limited to a row of back yards. Perhaps her heart was quite as heavy, for a tear splashed suddenly on the window sill. "I don't see any other way," said Mr. Clark, looking at it meditatively. "1 dread asking her—she is so stiff and silent, and we've hardly ex­| changed a do7.cn words. But my babies shan't b" disappointed if 1 can he!]) it so cheer up, my dear—we'll have a merry Christmas yet," and she nodded brightly at the tearstained

face

ii

in tho mirror. Then,

running down the long flight of stairs, she .knocked at Miss Hopkins' door. ''Come in." called Miss Priscilla. turning with a surprised air, as the dc or opened. "1 came—1 thought—that is, 1 wani to ask a great favor. Miss Hopkins," stammered her visitor. "1 have promised my little girls that they shall spend Christmas with me, and that Santa Claus will visit them here, but there.* is only room for baby in my single bed it is too cold for Marjory to sleep on the floor and so--" Mrs. Clark faltered, but the elder woman gave her no help and Khe finished abruptly, with a little tremble in her voice.

Miss Hopkins watched her in a puzzed way, till her near-sighted

eyes caught the glimmer of a teardrop then she pushed forward a chair, saying, not unkindly: "There, tell mc about it. 1 dida't kuow you had any children."

She heard a simple story of the brave little mother's struggle to make a nest for her birds and hw, at last, finding a position in flic city, she had placed them in a boarding school where they would be well cared for. and where she could visit them every Sunday. '"We try to make that do for all the week." the little woman added, with a smile, "and when a holiday comes we spend the whole of it together. And I thought, Miss Hopkins, perhaps you would let Marjory sleep with you to-night."

Five minutes later Miss Priscilla was standing alone before the lire, wrinkling her forehead anxiously for, somewhat to her own surprise, she had consented to care for a six-vear-old child ail night. She! who had never held one in her arms, who looked upon children as bewildering mysteries! "What shall I do if it. cries?" she murmured, "or has the croup, or falls out of bed. or wants a doll, or— you're a fool. Priscilla Hopkins!"

But when Mrs. Clark appeared at the door that evening with a little, curly headed, white robed figure half hidden in a great shawl, and gazing with big, sleepy, black eyes at herself. Miss Priscilla half forgave her folly. And when she had awkwardly taken the warm, little body in her arms, and a rosy cheek, soft, as satin, just brushed her own. why, Miss I'riscilla thought she was almost wise! But when the little girl wa« tucked in bed. and Mrs. Clarlc had left the room, timidly, in her quavering old voice. Miss Priscilla sang a lullaby, till the long lashes drooped and the pink lips parted—and then the rich, lonely old maid was certain that she had never done so wise a thing in her life! "Shi" she said softly, as Marjory's mother entered the room, then flushed over such weakness anp straightened into her usual rigid attitude.

"May we borrow your fire place, too. Miss Hopkins?" asked Mrs. Clark, with growing courage. "Tomorrow would hardly be Christmas! if Santa Claus couldn't come down the chimney, you know, and there is only a register in my room. I will try and keep the children from being very noisy in the morning, if you'll let me hang the little stockings here tonight."

With two such pleading eyes shining at her over an armful of paclcages. Miss Priscilla felt she could hardly refuse. "H'm, ves. I don't know that it' would do any harm. All foolishness, I think." I "Do you?" said Mrs. Clark, brightlv. "But it's such a pleasure to watch them when they find tbestockiugs in the morning! Let me see, here's Noah's ark, that goes in Tot's stockings and the little elephant in Marjory's. Then here is a toy watch for eacii of them and a stick of candy. a pon corn ball and a big orange to cap the climax. Why. it, just reaches the top! How fortunate there isn't anything more!" laughed Mrs. Clark.

But, somehow. Miss Priscilla's spectacles grew quite misty, and she I took them off and wiped them once or twice. The little packages were so very small, and the little mother's

way of laughing at her poverty was so brave and cheery! "Have the children any dolls?" asked Miss Priscilla, pinning the a toe icings with her own lingers to hsr cherished plush lambrequin. "Yes, two forlorn, little relics. Tot's has lost its head, I believe, and Angelina's arms are gone, but the children love them and I couldn't, afford new ones this year. 1 must run back to Tot now. 1 am so grateful to you. Miss Hopkins hope Marjory won't disturb you. Cood night." "Good night," answered Miss Priscilla. and then she went back to the fire and stared hard at the little crimson stockings, glowing in the fire! ght. 'Til do it—so!" she said at last, decidedly. Softly leaving the room she called down the speaking tube for the chamber maid. Cood matured Katie readily promised to"mind the child a bit," and, while giving numerous cautions, Miss Priscella arrayed herself in bonnet and cloak and started out into the night.

The stores were dazzling with gas light, and tho air was sweet with the odor of pine branches, but the gasfestoons U" bunting were not in half so happy a flutter as Miss friscilla's foolish old heart.. How hard it was to decide between blue eyes and brown, wax and bisque, and blue or gold tea sets! And should she get nuts or raisins, or candy, or purple and white grapes? Miss Priscilla couldn't tell, so she ended by getting them all and trotting home as fast as possible, with her arms full of delightful-looking bundles. "Arrah!" cried Katie, when she reached the kitchen. "Whatever has come over the ould lady? Bless me stars, ef she didn't hev a tay-set. a little stove an' a wagin an' two illigant dolls! An'she were a tip-toe-ing rouud like Saint Nick himself."

In the gray dawn of the early morning. Marjory, cuddled close within the protecting circle of her new friend's arm, reached up a little, timid hand and touched her on the cheek. "Sav!" she whispered, shylv, ''do you think he's come vet?"

"Who?" asked her bewildered bedfellow. "Why. Santa Claus. 1 don't think can wait much longer to see—1 don't think 1 can." "Try and wait till mamma comes with Tot. Lie down, and 1 'li toll you a story." coaxed Miss Priscilla.

Luckily for the success of the story, Mrs. Clark tapped at the door just then, and with a bound Marjory was standing upright in bed, her eyes fixed on the fireplace. "Oh!" the child cried, softly, "Oh!" The next morning the little voice burst out into the happiest ripple of a song, without words or tune, but it seemed as if any one would know it was a Christmas carol. "I declare!" said Miss Priscilla, wiping her eyes on the pillow case. "I declare, it makes me think of that hymn, 'Break Forth into Joy!'

The chubby fingers were alre'adv diving into their stockings, and untying puzzling knots, and each new discovery was greeted bv a little jubilee from the children and a grateful glance from their mother at Miss Priscilla, who, somehow, seemed always to be looking out of the window. But Marjory found something that puzzled her—a long, black stocking hanging over the back of a chair. "Why, it's big like yours, mamma how funny! And there isn't anything in it!" "Yeth, there ith!" lisped Tot. "Tumpin round and hard. O-o-h. look, mamma!" And the first ray of sunlight thatstruggled into the room gleamed ou a gold piece in Tot's hand.

Miss Priscilla had disappeared into a deep closet and was fumbling

round for something, which for some reason could not be found, perhaps because her nightcap had bobbed down over her eyes. But the next minute two arms were wound around her and she heard a tearful voice whisper: "You have been so good, so good to me, dear friend! I wish I could thank vou." "There, there, child. Don't say another word. I've been a rich, selfish old creature, but I'm going to reform. And we've all made such a good beginning this morning that I really think this is going to be the first merry Christmas 1 ever had! There, don't say another word."

Shot. at. Kuril Othor for SfagM. I.onrton Correspotulonoo N \v York Sun.

It would be difficult to find on record a stranger hunting advent,ura than that experienced by Princa Hohenlohe. son of the German Chancellor, and Baron Vietitighoff, the other day. They went out together to shoot stags, and agreed to decoy the animals by imitating their call en a special horn. The hunters separated, each accompanied by a game-keeper, and went in different directions. During the course of the day they approached each other, and each heard the other's decoy call and believed a statei.v stag was before him. Imitating the heavy steps of the animal, they noisily drew still nearer. The imitation of the call and steps was so well done that they finally arrived within ten paces of each other without perceiving their mistake. Tho thicket was so dense that tiiey could not see through it. Both stood still, repeating the challenge from time to time. At last the Prince, tired of waiting, fired thrice rapidly in the direction of the supposed game. The first bullet glanced off the cartridge belt of liaron Vietinghoff, the second struck his watch and sprang off, the third fell dead from his pocketbook well filled with papers. The young Baron, though iiit three times, stood tin wounded. He was so convinced that not his fellow-hunter, but a stag, was before him. that he attributed the shots to the explosion of cartridges in his belt, and busied himself unfastening the belt for the purpose of throwing it. away. The astonishment of both when they at last found out what bad. happened was great.

Scan Two-Dollar Bills.

nutiks utiil Hur.kers.

Attention is called in circular issued by the secret service of the Treasury to the most, dangerous counterfeit that has made its appearance in years. It is a two-dollar United States silver certificate, series of 1.SH1, signed W. S. Roseorans, Registrar, J'l II. Nebeker, Treasurer, and has the portrait of the late Secretary Windom on its face. The general appearance of the note is excellent, and will bear close, scrutiny. 11 is about one-eighth of an inch larger than the genuine. The numbering, seal and lathe work are well executed. In the portrait, of Windom the eyes appear to lie larger than in the genuine and have a bulged

look

Tin.* outline of the right

side of the face is not clearly defined, the shade lines running into the face between the eyes and chin. The shading around the large figure "2" on left and back of note is represented in the counterfeit by perpendicular lines only, while in the genuine both perpendicular and horizontal lines are used, forming small squares. Tho paper contains distributed silk threads, but the silk is heavier than in the genuine.-

fcSgiA Domestic Traaeilv I.iff

There was sorrow in that little home. "I shall never forgive him! Xeverl Never!1' she cried.

Then she threw herself upon a divan and wept bit tony. There was a ring at the doorbell. "Ah, my dear mother! it is you!" she exclaimed as a woman of commanding presence entered the room. "It, is I," was the answer. "Whv do 1 find you weeping?" "I have been cruelly treated by the man whom I had "trusted—the man whom we led—who led mc to the altar." "Has he struck you?'1 "Worse." "Deserted you? Left you to face poverty alone?" "Worse. He—he asked me to mend his trousers." "And you?" "I refused. And now—oh, hor rors!—I cannot tell it." "Speak, me child, speak." "He has worn my bicycle bloomers down to his office."

Wc?arin£ Wooden Socks.

Philadelphia Call.

"Did you ever see a pair of wooden stockings?" asked a prominent stocking manufacturer. "No? Well, you just come up to my mill some time, and I'll show you a pair that were woven from wood pulp and wool, and 1 will gamble that you cannot tell the difference between them and an ordinary stocking. S]S "My idea is that before long they will come into general use. l"thir.'k that they will prove a great boon to the public, as they will be very serviceable. How are they made? Why. the wood pulp is dissolved very fine l.v, and then it is woven in with 1h woolen yarn. This is the way tha, wooden stockings are made."

'I In: Silver Ijiiiiiijf.

Toxast Siftlnns.

Chauncey Depew—Tt seems to nn that, this country is in great dan ger from anarchists, as the anarch istic idea is spreading rapidly.

Col. Bill Snort—Nonsense, look at the way soap sells.

A WOMAN'S HEAHT.

ONE DISEASE TMAT BAFFLES THE PHYSICIAN.

The Story of Woman Who SnnVrcil for Nine Vcurs-Uow She Was Cured (From the Nowark, N. j., Evening New*

Valvulitr disease of the heart linx'always been considered incirnlilp. The following interview, therefore, will intei-st the medieal profession, sitiei* it. deseriU** the Biiecessful use of a new treatment f.)t this disease. The patient is Mrs. Archer, of Clifton. N. and this publication by the News is the tirsl nun'itiou of the case made by any newspaper. All physicians consulted pronounced the tient snfl'eriiiK with valvular disease of the heart, and treated her without 'h« slightest, relief. Mrs. Archer said: "I could not walk across the lloor neither could 1 KO up stairs without stopping to let the pain in my chest and left arm cease. 1 felt an awful constrict ion almm my arm and chest as though I were tied with ropes. Then there was a terrible noise at my right ear, like the labon-ii breathing of some great animal. I huvu often turned expecting to see some cn uture at my side. "Last July," continued Mrs. Archer, "I was al Springfield, Mass.. visiting, ami my mother showed me an account in the Springfield Examiner, telling of the wonderful cures effected by the use of lJr Williams' Pink Tills for Pale People. .My mother urged me to try the pills, and ou November 25th last 1 bought a box on.] began taking them, and 1 have been taking them ever since, except for a short in tervftl. Tile first box did not seem to benefit me, but 1 persevered, encouraged by the requests of my relatives. After beginnilig on the second box. to ui.v wonder/the noise at my right ear ceased entirely. I kept right on, and the distress that I "us.-ij to feel in my chest and arm gradually 1U-. appeared- The blood has relumed to my face, lips anil ears, which were entirely devoid of color, and I feel well and strong again. "My son, too, had been troubled with gastritis, and I induced him to try th« Pink Pills, with great benefit. I feel tlut everybody ought to know of my wonderful cure, and I bless Cod that I hav.j found sotnethiug that baa given me thw great relief."

Dr. Williams' Pink Pills are now given to the public as an unfailing blood builder and nerve restorer, curing all forms of weakness arising from a watery condition of the blood or shuttered nerves, t»vfruitful causes of most every ill that ik'sh is heir to. These pills are also a specitiifor the troubles peeu'iar to females. su-!i as suppressions, nil forms of weaklier, chronic constipation, bearing down pains, etc., and in the case of men will gi\.r speedy relief and effect a permanent cure in all cases arising from mental worry, overwork, or excesses of whatever nature. The pills are sold by all dealers, or will be sent post paid on receipt of prie,., ("0 cents a box, or 0 boxes for they are never sold in bulk, or by the 100i by addressing Dr. Williams' "Medicine Company, Schenectady, N. Y.

THOSE WHO CARRY MASCOTS.

Some or the rrcullnrlUe* or Peopl* Wh« Chr rixh Odd Souvenir*.

The cher,shed preservation of odd oi particular i'oitt.s as poukel-pieces is ac old and lui mless sort of idolatry frequently ind ilged in by a large percentage of humanity. Such souvenirs often possess intrinsic value as well as legendary importance, but whether represented by a broad piece of gold or battered cupper-token, all hare asso ciations or little histories of peculini interest to their owners. When these treasures are under inspection in social way, remarks of the following tenor arc frci|iien!ly heard: "This is the lirst hit of silver I earned when 1 left home." "1 found this half-penny near Shakspearc's tomb." "Daniel Webster gave that Spanish i|tiarter to my father when a boy foi holding his horse." "Here," said a man, noted for lib until rift, "is the only money I ever saved, and 1 wouldn't have saved tlia were it. not made of (lerinaii silver."

It is a custom for many kind old persons to say. while tendering a hritrlit piece of silver or gold to an emigrating iad or lass: "Keep this in your pocket .ind you'll always have money."

The pros:,at and injunction are, perhaps, intended for a practical sug«esion of thrill, although in most cases he lesson is likely to lie disregarded. I'ew people possess the quality ol 'Coiiomy to tit) extent that will allow them to join Shvlock in his boast ol ability to make coins breed.

A large number of these mementoes fail into the hands of New York inonev i.'hangers, whose locations give tliem daily opportunity of dealing with emigrant arrivals. While speaking of this iicideiit in the business, one broker -aid: "It used to give me a pang wlieu some poor fellow or woman would unwrap a time-smothered piece of foreign money or remove a perforated one irotn a chain or faded strip of ribbou, •and tearfully oiler it for sale or exchange. But one soon losses sentiment in this business, and in a matter-of-fact way. 1 simply pay for the weight of most of such odds and ends as you see heaped in that tray. I've had cases wherein persons who had struck prosperity have returned after along tim# to see if their keepsakes could be identified and recovered, but the crucible of the Assay Otliee had generally put them beyond hope."

Sometimes a special piece of nionej is kept sight of with almost religious interest. Instances are known where pawnbrokers have made advances often enough on a reverend coin to make the interest exceed its nominal value many times over. It is a case ol indescribable horror when the owner of a metallic ••mascot" or prize talisman had paid it away iu some unguarded moment. Hallowed heirlooms thus have been ruthlessly swept iuto the coders of an unsentimental railroad or more profane till. This risk is always likely to prevail, regardless uf the ways of safely storing such precious things. Nine out of t-eu of tha devotees of these little gods would decline the use of safe-deposit boxes oi bank vaults, believing as they do that the lu-.'k or charm chances of the object only become potent by personal contact.—N. ¥. Tribune.

Just Whnt lie Nepded.

Miss Manyseason—"No, Mr. Bloom I cannot bo your wife, but 1 will bo a sister to you."

Mr. Bloom (youthful adorer) "Yroi aro very kind, and I know my motbei will lik'o that arrangement. She ha often said 1 would have been a betteman if I had had an

elder

sister to lool

if^r me."'—New York Wookly.