Crawfordsville Review, Crawfordsville, Montgomery County, 3 July 1897 — Page 2

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TERMS OP SlIHSCUIPTION:

One Year, In tbe county fl.00 One Year, out of the county 1,10 Inquire at Office ior Advertising Rates.

Eastern paper mill is putting in a machine that will producc a web 150 inches wide—twelve feet and a half. Blanket-sheet newspapers will now, 110 doubt, become a reality beyond the dreams of the most ambitious cartoonist and metropolitan publisher.

Stanford University will be largely the gainer by the death of Mrs. Jane Stanford, widow of the founder of the institution, who has recently secured a life insurance policy for $1,000,000 from

New York company. The university will be the beneficiary after her death. Mrs. Stanford pays $170,000 a year premium on this policy.

Statistics are always in order, sometimes stale and uninteresting, and occasionally alarming or surprising. A case

surprising statistics is that afforded

the British Chief of Statistics, Mtilhall, in a recent report in which he states that the Middle States are more closely populated than the continent

Europe, the average being 140 to a square mile, or only a little less than that of France.

Not being able to import Chinese cheap labor, or other labor of that class in sufficient quantity, some Ainerfcan manufacturers have carried their cotton machinery to China. The first American cotton mill in China was recently "blown in" with due ceremony at Pootung, a small village near Shanghai. It has forty thousand spindles and two engines of 1,600 horse power now in motion. A remarkable feature of tlris enterprise is that all the women employed are Roman Catholics. There are 40,000 Catholics in that vicinity where Catholicism gained a foothold several centuries ago.

The Kceiey motor is said to be on the brink of eventuating. The New York tVorld in a lengthy interview gives some new points concerning this long-alked-of man and his Tnachme. Keelev is just about to hitch his "cosmic force" to 1 bike and the trade in wheels may soon tie revolutionized. Pedalling will speedily become unpopular when a person can buy a iK.'e arrangement that can De started with a tuuir.g fork or a similar sounder

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anless it runs inio a discord. The whole Keeley motor idea is alleged to be founded on the principle of a tuning fork. Vibrations are induced by means of harmonious sounds that in mrn operate on machinery and thus produce power and make the motor "mote."

The Bureau of Satisics of the Treasiry Department in its monthly comparitive statement for Ma- shows the exports of domestic merchandise during May to have amounted to $76,302,082, against $64,587,491 for May last year! The imports of merchandise during May last amounted to $79,321,827, of which ^36,683.770 was free of duty. The inrrease in the total imports of merchan.3isc over May, 1896, was over $22,000,too. For the eleven months ended May 31 last the exports of domestic merchandise exceeded those of the same period over $44,000,000. The exports of gold during last May amounted to $9,103.913, against $19,103,913 for May, 1896. During the eleven months the imports exceeded the exports by about $48,271,000. The silver jxported during May amounted to $4.337,342, and during the eleven months the exports of silver exceeded the imports by about $46,000,000.

In "the good old times befo' de' wall" we often read of hundreds of people living in the great metropolis of the East who had never seen a horse or row. Such city people, it was alleged, believed that farmers always gathered their winter apples in the depth of winter and thought it must be terrific workto pick fruit in a blinding snow storm. The stories of this character seemed preposterous to oiw Western people but tvere probably, to an extent, true. The iuture in the same metropolis is likely, it would seem, to produce a race of peof'c that will not believe that there is juch a thing as land because they will never see it. Their altitude in the great sky scrapers will give them an extended view of sea and sky and a vast horizon line, but of land they can but form imperfect ideas. Plans are now being prepared for a fifty-nine-story office and studio building in New York that is to cost $15,000,000. The capital will be furnished by an English syndicate. The building will be seven hundred feet high and will cover an area of three hundred feet.

The strawberry business appears to be a very thriving industry out West in Missouri. As to piofits we have no data at hand, but the extent of the crop as indicated by a recent dispatch from Sarcoxie in that State is surprising. The Horticultural Society of that locality advertised for 10,000 fcerry pickers for the season, and 20.000 applicants announced their willingness to enlist for the campaign. Thousands of people v.fre forced to sleep on the groar,^ ar.d camp out without any adequate dCvomtr.o'iaiioiis. The line of fceny-pick®f's camps extended for ten

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miles up and down Spring river. That such a vast army of unemployed people, willing to work for the pittance usually paid for such labor, could be gathered together on such short notice in that region so remote from the great centers of population is a remark able object lesson that our statesmen would do well to study and remember It is not a comforting thought to sympathetic minds that so many thousands of their fellow mortals have to struggle and endure such hardships for the opportunity to earn a few dollars honestly, and that still other thousands tailed to achcive even that humble object of their ambition. Such a condition of society is a standing menace to the safe ty of those who are wealthy or even moderately prosperous and comfortable to say nothing of the sufferings of the unfortunate victims of circumstancesa shame and disgrace to our alleged civilization and a blot 011 the fairest pa of our country's history.

What is religion? The major portion of intelligent Americans would say in answer to this question that religion is the belief in a creed looking toward the salvation of the soul after death and that also seeks to beter man's moral state on earth. And almost all the savage races of men have a creed, nearly all of which are radically different from each other and to which their adherents cling with more devotion and zeal than do th latter day disciples of the Nazarenc. An article in a recent number of the Fortnightly Review discusses the subject at length, in which the views of Prof. William Wallace, a distinguished scholar, are given. Professor Wallace did not believe that to be "religious it was to prove the existence of a personal and supernatural God." The essence of religion, in his view, is the assurance that there is a unity in all things that if understood would demonstrate their own meaning and significance. The religion of a time is not necessarily its nominal creed, but its dominant conviction of the meaning of the laws of nature and the purpose of life.

OUR MINERAL WEALTH The mineral wealth of the United States is apparently inexhaustible and unequalled by the resources of any other country 011 the planet. The output of our mines of every description is one of the wonders of our age that figures can not adequately describe. Yet figures are the only medium by which we can grasp the idea oi the wealth constantly being drawn from the earth. The mining industry is more than prosperous if we may take the extimates recently published by the Engineering and Mining Journal as being accurate. The total value is placed at $751,732,782 for the year 1896, which is nearly $19,000,000 more than the product of 1895. The production of gold was $58,660,637, which was $11,830,437 more than for 1895 and nearly $j8,ooo,ooo more than a few years ago. Besides this production there was imported $46,000,000 of gold more than was exported. Hence there was a total gain of the vellow metal of nearly $105,000,000. In silver the production was 56.000,000 fine ounces, or 9,891,087 more than the year before. The Government did not buy as much silver as it did formerly, but there was exported $50,524,759 (coining value) more than was imported. The production of copper was 467,822,973 pounds more than the year before, and it was more than the product of any previous year. There was exported -59,223.924 pounds of the metal or more than half of the total product. There was sold in the market without competition, and yet the copper producers are receiving the protection of a tariff tax in the American market. The production of coal last year was 187,373,477 tons, a decrease from the year previous of 1,922,167 tons. But this year previous of 1,922,167 tons. But was a decrease of not much more than 1 per cent.. The production of pig iron was 8,623,127 long tons, or 821,861 less than the year before, which was a decrease of nearly 10 per cent. Our output of gold, silver, copper and pig iron is now greater than that of any other countrv in the world, while our output of coal is exceeded by Great Britain onlv.

It has been said in behalf of Turkey by diplomatists at Washington that during the civil war the Sublime Porte was the only European government which failed to recognize the belligerency of the confederate states. All the other governments were not slow in granting this recognition and declaring their neutrality. This action on the part of Turkey has undoubtedly had an effect on the State Department even to this day. Whatever Turkey's motive may have been for not recognizing the confederates it placed her in a better position than any other government of Europe. If English of French subjects had suffered in person or property by the acts of the confederates or any agent of the confederacy the British or French governments could only have looked for redress to the confederate government, whereas if a Turkish subject had suffered a loss by the acts of the confederates Turkey could have turned for redress to the United States. Not having recognized the confederates as belligerents, she could have had recourse to Washington and said: Your rebels hare committed depredations to my loss I ask to be indemnified. Turkey never had occasion to make such a claim against the United States government, but she was in a position IQ do it.

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II ERE are some persons who,

with the best intentions in the world, and with the most

kindly feelings toward their fellow: men in general can conceive no good of the unfortunate individual who "happens to incur their dislike No matter what the object of their dislike does or says, it is all one to the otherwise fairly-dis-posed man—no one can be fit to live who docs not suit his ideas of the fitness of things in a personal way.

John Harmon, president of the town

something that the town of W'atson had never known before. It had been what is known in the West as a "hot town." but within the past year ot two it had become more or less an adjunct of civiization. The fact was that with the advent of better times and the consequent influx of

On the. evening of the 2nd of July the Watson Star came forth with the official announcement of the committee's action in the matter of arrangements for the celebration of the national holiday.

By most of the citizons of Watson the program, as arranged by the committee, was looked upon as a huge joke. The very idea ©f Watson having any kind of celebration involving such a pusillanimous, essentially feminine number as is comprehended by a picnic was almost incomprehensible and exceedingly ludicrous.

In one family, however, this picnic portion of the program was taken seriously—very seriously, indeed "I will not stand it," said Mr. Harmon, as he sat opposite his wife at the supper table on the evening of the 3rd of July.

"I suppose that Rhoda expects to attend that idotic picnic with that young ass of a district school teacher. It makes me sick to think that a daughter of mine should become so infatuated with a forty-dollar-a-month fool like that as to throw over a man like John •Simpson—with all the property that lie has got, and with his known habits for sobriety. Where is Rhola tonight, by the way?" "Wh—why, she's at Mrs. Wheelers's.

She'll be back soon." "Why should she be over there?" "Probably because she was invited over there," responded Mrs. Harmon, bridling a bit. "Can't that girl have an evening out without you getting ugly about it?"

Mr. Harmon bit into a hot muffin and had nothing more to say. The national holiday opened as usual, about three a. in., with tbe firing of of anvils and the enthusiastic but uncomprehending plaudits of the American smalHioy.

Rhoda Harmon appeared very demure at the breakfast table on the morning of the "glorious Fourth." She had litle to bay, but sb'O smiled coin-

placcntly as she took her seat and looked at her mother over the top of the tall old pewter coffee-pot. "How do you two women expect to spend the day?" asked Mr. Harmon,' with a masculine snort. "I suppose you'll follow up the fool program the 'committee has made out, and by the time you get back home again you'll be half dead and, Rhoda, 1 don't suppose your friend Tom Wheeler will overlook an opportunity like this to install himself as the escort of the female members of lie Harmon family?"

Rhoda answered not a word, merely glancing at her father as he drew back his chair in a manner intended to be expressive of disgust, and left the breakfast table and the house.

Presently he returned, having had a short walk around the yard, and, opening the door, remarked: "I am an old soldier and patriot, but I fail to see what use there is in trying to eelebrate the nation's birthday with ice cream and lemonade. I am going down to the store, and I want to be let alone, except by people who are enthusiastic over the day because it is a nation's birthday and for the rest of them, those who howl merely be-

board of Watson, and. in a general way, cause it is a holiday, 1 want them to magnate of the village and most of the community of which it was a part, meant to be fair to all mankind—but he simply could not bear "that crazv school-master." Tom Wheeler.

He abominated him lor his good

looks: for the fact that he had nothing would scoffed at the idea. He of the world's goods: because, instead of turning his hand to something profitable, he persisted in roaming around the country with a prospector hammer and some geological work (never without the book) and, last but not least, because he was in love wrth Rhoda. and Rhoda seemed to be rather glad of it than otherwise.

keep away from me." John Harmon dominated his "women folks"—at least, he thought he did. Had anyone suggested to him that his meek little wife and handsome daughter had their way in any manner whatever, he

by no means a tyrant, but he was one of those men who cannot bear to think that they are not omnipotent in their own family circle.

When John Harmon left his home that morning and walked to the store, he was not at all disturbed by any thought of what his wife and daughter might or might not do. During the day

Watson was a patriotic town. Never had he given the matter any particular a national holiday came around but

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that Watson was ahead of its neighbors told him, 110 doubt, that they would in patriotism and enthusiasm. remain at home, leaving him to join in On this particular occasion the citi- any celebration that might occur upzens of Watson had made unusual prep- town. arations to celebrate the national holi- Meanwhile, Mrs. Harmon and Rhoda. day. There had been a committee ap- over their coffee cups, were having a pointed, which was expected to arrange discussion in which the husband and the day program, and this committee 1 father had no place, excepting as a had arranged for a quiet celebration— troulesome factor.

"Rhoda. you'll have to give Tom up. that all,'' said Mrs. Harmon, in her gentle way. "I like him. but your pa doesn't and you know how set your pa is when he makes up his niind. Here's John Simpson, now. He'd give his two eyes for you—and you tell me you refused him. Why, child, that man

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"What will you se II your place for?'

miner's wives, mothers and sweethearts, the town began to be ashamed of itself, and its individual citizens began to think seriously of the future.

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isn 30 yet, but he's worth a hundred thousand, anyway." "Let's not discuss the matter,' 'said the girl, quietly. "I made up my mind 011 that matter some time ago, and there's no use talking about it."

Fifteen minutes later Tom Wheeler drove up to the front gave, and Rhoda went out and joined him. 1 lie picnic was held in a large 'grove about four miles from Watson, and hardly any denizen of the village old enough to comprehend that the day was set aside for missed attendance.

As usual, there were several overenthusiastic persons there, and these had b-ought out an old brass cannon, of the vintage of 1812, which th«y were firing at such brief intervals as to warrant an accident—and the accident happened.

John Simpson was assisting in loading the cannon, which was overheated, and just at the moment that he was about to ram in a charge of wadding, the weapon was prematurely discharged' carrying away the larger portion of his right arm.

Quick as thought, Tom Wheeler, who was sitting with Knoda in a buggy near by, sprang out of the conveyance and ran to the rescue of his late rival.

Mr Harmon was also one of the first arrivals at the scene of the accident. "Some people are always sticking their nose into other folk's business." lie sneered, as soon as he saw that John Simpson was seriously injured. "If I

That sentence was never finished. At that moment a woman's voice screamed: "Tom! Tom!"

The next instant Tom Wheeler was pursuing a runaway horse, with all the strength of his athletic young limbs, and John Harmon f.orgot of everything but the fact that his only daughter was behind that horse, and stood speechless and helplessly saring. was not a sensational runaway. Within 50 yards Tom irwrnaged to catch the buggy and to climb into it from the rear and when, after he turned it round and drove back, neither he nor Rhoda exhibited a sign of excitement— but John Harmon was as pale as death, until he made certain that his only

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daughter was safe. Then came another sneer, as who should say: "Anyone can climb into a runaway wagon, if they're cwift enough afoot, but—" "Take me home, Tom—I'm ill. Quickly, please," pleaded Rhoda.

About five o'clock that evening Wheeler came into Harmon's hardware store, and asked him to come outside for a minute. "Well?" asked Mr. Harmon, doubtfully. "What will you sell your place for, Mr. Harmon," Tom asked, without any preliminaries. "I haven't gone into the market yei. And. supposing I have, my young friend, have you anything to buy with?" "Well," said Wheeler, "I could only make a first payment of $500, the balance secured by a mortgage on the property, payable within a year."

Harmon looked at liini hard for a moment. Then— "If you're in earnest, Tom, $8000 flat, on those conditions. And the deal may as well be closed now."

This was done before a notary public, and within a half hour John Harmon's homestead property was transfer/ed to Tom Wheeler.

When all the papers had been signed, scaled and delivered, young Wheeler ventured a word. "Mr. Harmon,"he said,"I have played rather a low-down trick upon you but. upon the other hand, I expect von, when you understand the circumstances, to return to me my $500 without question. "The fact is that for three days past I have had expert coal operators working upon your land, and they assure me that by the investment of less than $5,000 (which can be very easilv secured in Pittsburg) there will be 'found in sight at least six times that amount. "Moreover, there is one more thing to which I wish to call your attention and that is the fact that any contract whatsoever made upon a legal holiday is void. Squire McDowell doubtless knows this, but must have forgotten it in this instance."

John Harmon looked steadily for a moment at the young man who had undoubtedly resolved to be his son-in-law. "Wa-al." lie drawled, with an imported Maine accent—"I don't b'lieve y're secli a blame fool as ye look t' be. after all. Come up tonight to supper, you and your ma. I'll get a lot of lireworks. and if we don't have the biggest family Fourth of July celebration you ever saw. my name isn't John Harmon."

Hie next day John Harmon, who always wanted to be a "fair" man, deeded an undivided half interest in his property to that objectionable school-teacher.

Tom,' he asked two or three days afterwards, unable to control his curiosity. "where'd you get that $500—out of your salary?" "That money Rhoda's aunt left her." said the prospective son-in-law,straight-forwardly. "Well, you're a bird!"

LESTER KETCIIUM.

THE DAY AVE CKLEBHATE.

It Should Be Kept Prlminent and Distinct, a Hod-Letter Day.

It has been suggested that the American people should have more holidays, that they give more time and strength to out of door pleasures and set apart more days for relaxation. 1 his may be well enough at some seasons, but the great midsummer holiday, the pivotal day of the republic, the time when the bottled-up patriotism of the American people is expcccd to be uncorked and when the noise-pro-ducing element in the American youngster gets at work with a fizz, a pop and a bang—this holiday amply fills the space between Decoration dav and the first part of August. The juvenile son of Uncle Sam needs a month in which to replenish his exchequer for the providing of firecrackers and other explosives, and sometimes—and woe's the day!—needs more than a month to patch his broken bones and get his physical corporosity in working trim, even though it heals by first intent ions.

It would be well never to appoint any holiday between May and August for this reason, and also that Independence day might have no near neighbor to draw attention from it. It should be kept prominent and distinct, a red-let-ter day—a day memorable above all other days in American history, and its significance should be impressed by line upon line and precept upon precept on the hearts of all the citizens of this comprehensive, resourceful land.

It ought to be a thanksgiving day, a glorification day, a pleasure day, a reunion day, and to unite in its 24 hours from midnight to midnight, and even far into the morning of the day following, all of the most delightful attributes of a holiday and good times, good cheer, good wishes, good will and hurrahs galore—for without it where would we have been? We might have been chopped up into little principalities and kingdoms, lilliputian empires and protectorates, with greedy foes to menace us on the right hand and 011 the left, and in front and rear—adversaries who yearned for our possessions and envied us our prosperity, if, indeed, we were blessed with any. We might have been under the heel of a foreign power and forced to pay tribute, as some nations of the world are now forced to do to stand helplessly by and see taxes wrung from an overburdened people carried away to swell the coffers of some insatiate tyrant. Instead of this, we have pc^ce, plenty and prosperity.

Wc have no standing army to speak 01, out the American citizen is tne defender of our homes and firesides. In almost every community there arc wellbred citizens banded into thoroughly equipped military companies, with quite enough knowledge of tactics and usages of war to make them formidable adversaries in any encounter. We are getting up a navy on the same principle as our army, a quantity of live material ready, on tap, as it were, to rush out and answer the demands of the government. We have, and this is one of the greatest sources of congratulation, a public school system that makes it possible for every child within our Wders to obtainu a fair amount of education

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And saw the sunlight kiss it on the plalr, of Brandywine.

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It stirs my blood as I recall the yo the farms Who led their horses from the fields when Freedom called to arm? She found them ready for the fray', ah! you remember how The news that spread from Lexington found Putnam at the plow.

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The farmers of New England fast from near and far When Stark marched up to Bennington to dim Invasion's Ft.ir They formed a Spartan phalanx which no

British steel could break.

And pluy'd the deadly game of war with Liberty the stake.

With hearty zeal their foes to moot they llockcd with might and main. From east and west, from north ar.d south to Saratoga's plain They followed Arnold in the charge which won that lield of lame And crimsoned with their own life blood the flag we love to name.

They beat their plowshares into swords, their plow steeds they bestrode, Behind the plume of Harry L,ee right gallantly they rode: One night across the Delaware amid the sleet and snow Those farmers followed Washington and smote the llessian foe.

They faltered not in battle upon Yorktown's glorious field They saw the red coats ground their arms and grim oppression yield: And in the sun that autumn day the fearless little band Sa^y ashington with vlct'ry crowned— the savior of the land.

Upon that document whose fame wc celebrate to-day 5 The farmer hero wrote his inie, It standeth there for aye. He left the harvest and the plow against oppression he, To say to George in thunder tones: "This country shall be free!"

Aye, in that fight for freedom, like a wall those farmers stood, From Lexington's immortal plain to

Princeton's snowy wood

They fought for right on hill and plain, deep In the break and gorge, They bore without a murmur all the woca of Valley Forge.

The legacy they left to us their .sons, is vast and free— The land which lies in majesty from sounding sea to sea, A flag whose beauty wins the world upon the land and foam, Beneath whose stars the poor opprcss'd will ever find a home.

All hall the mem'ry of the men who gathered long ago At Freedom's clarion call to arms to smite tiie foreign foe! Their sons, like them, have left the plow, their freedom to maintain. They nobly fought at New Orleans, they, died at Lundy's Lane.

To-day I fling Old Glory proudly to the summer breeze, I know it thrills a million hearts beyond the stormy seas It waves above the hovel poor and 0 or the mansion, too, With blazoned stripes of white and red and stars in field of blue.

Long may it float above the land which calls that flag its own, Around it chosen heroes stand, beneath i'

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Our farmer sires who saw it wave In war have passed away. But we recall their deeds of worth with pride this natal day.

The children over In the grove with miro'c sword and gun Are playing war beneath the trees--Bur-goyne and Washington! I cross the fields to watch thorn, while heroic mem'ries swarm. And thus I pass another dear old Fourth,, upon the farm. —T. C. Harbaugh, In Ohio Farnier-

There are still upward of four mill|oa people 011 the relief works in India.