Crawfordsville Review, Crawfordsville, Montgomery County, 2 September 1899 — Page 4

The Review.

PETER PORCUPINE.

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.SEQUITURQUE PATREM

MARRIAGE

LAWS

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PASSIBUS /EQUIS.

The Grandson of His Grandfather

Finds the Old ilan's Pen and

Polishes it Up.

Nemo me Impune Lacessit

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there liced a. man, a satirist

awl in tlit natural course of time his •'friends slew him and he died. The people came and stood about his oorpic. 'He treated the whole round world •as his football,'1 they said, 'and^he kicked it."

The dead man opened his eyes. "But always toward the goal" he said.—Schwartz.

FIFTEENof

divorce cases cumber the

docket the Circuit Court for the September term. This is a terrible array of broken pledges for one term of court, and shows that there is something radically wrong in our marriage laws, or else "pure and unadulterated cussedness" is on the increase. It shows at least rank, criminal carelessness on the part of men and women in the selection of life partners. These fifteen divorce cases represent misery incalculable, nine-tenths of which could have been .avoided. All sorts of things figure in them—adultery, whisky, laziness, brutality, bad temper, dyspepsia, fornication. lasciviousness and general cussedness. Many of them were mismated to begin with, and half of them should be compelled to live together or go to jail.

is a failure because

people will have it so. Col. Bob. Ingersoll once said "Xo man ever stood with his hand

^clasped close in the loving grasp of a faithful wife beside the grave of a loved child, and pronounced marriage a failure." It is too easy to get married, and entirely too easy to get a divorce, in Indiana especially. Any pair of paupers at the county infirmary who can raise two dollars can get a marriage license. Any pair of idiots can procure license if they have the price, and some fellow will be found •who will marry them according to law, whether there is any fee in it or not. Thus the divorce mill and the pauper factory is kept running on overtime year in and year out the burdens of taxation are increasing and we are widening our penitentiaries and jails to care for our stock of criminals we are raising up through our lax marriage system, and building additions to our poorhouses to accommodate the paupers we are making -even* day by the same lax system of marriage.

which may seem harsh to the over sentimental, must be passed if we desire to protect the race from degeneracy. Love. they tell us, must not be interferred with, but allowed to "have its own sweet way." The array of divorce cases in our circuit court is an indication of what alleged "love" will do •when it has that "sweet way" we read •about. Whole families disgraced by having the domestic squabbles of one couple of fools, who are repenting, aired in the courts and newspapers. Here we are a motley mix. Caucasians intermarrying with negroes, Japanese and Chinese Anglo Saxons mixing their strong, red blood with that of inferior peoples, Spaniards, Mexi-

cans. Cubans, Italians. Filippinos, Sclav, Bohemian, Italian, and others, is not calculated to strengthen the race. Laws compelling candidates for matrimony to pass a rigid physical examination, including mentality, before a competent board of medical -experts and to furnish evidence that they would be self-supporting, would cure many ills along this line. To be sure others would come up but they can be very easily handled. Here is a wide field for the display of sociological wisdom in legislation.

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ous, but his courage is not tempered with wisdom it is rather inflamed with rashness. He has the rices and weakness of the descendant of a decay ing race, but he still has the courage that spread the name of Castile and Leon over the earth. He is a strange mixture of the base and the noble that makes him an object of pity. Tet, sometimes he displays the spirit that gave grandeur to his rac^ in the "brave days of old." Long have been

sung the praises of the Spartan heroes at Thermopylae of Horatius at the bridge, the Six Hundred of Balaklava, but the little Spanish garrison at Baler deserves to be immortalized with the defenders of Carthage. For 337 days they kept a veritable horde of Filipinos at bay. They had not heard that Spain had surrendered her sovereignity over the Philippines, aud they chose to know but one thing—to do their duty. Inside the crumbling walls of an old Catholic church, they kept grim watch with death. Fever fed upon their bodies and wasted away their limbs, famine, fiercer than the Filipinos, lowered threateningly upon them, despair, ever present, hovered over them. For them there was no challenge of war's stirring music and the inspiration of the mad charge, to render duty and death clear and easy, but the dread monotony of a prison whose breath was poison and end, the unmarked grave. These men were Spaniards, yet they were capable of heroism great as that of Greek or Roman, or Anglo-Saxon. It is good that it is so. It makes us have greater respect for not only the Spaniard, but for mankind. We know that the heroic age is not wholly past, but in the veins of our brothers runs the rich red blood that has traced its way on every page of history, and marks the foot prints of the race in its onward a A

ARIE SHEA, a young woman of Newark, N. J., has sued her forster mother for §10,000. She was taken from a foundling asylum, at an early age, and her foster parents, in adopting her, agreed to bring her up in "a moral and correct manner.'' This part of her education, she alleges, was wholly neglected, and she became a moral wreck. Upon this ground the suit«is brought in the supreme court of New Jersey. The action of the court will be full of interest to parents general and particular, present and prospective. If they may be held financially responsible for the moral well-being of their children, it may serve as a greater conscience-quickener than is the moral responsibility. A moral obligation may be shirked, but a money liability is so tangible and pressing that no escape is possible save through the friendly loophole of a bankrupt law. The rewards of heaven and the horrors of hell are very far away from the ordinary individual in good health, save as mirrored in earthly pangs. The average parent is entirely too much inclined to trust to Providence and the Sunday school teacher to point to youth the steep and thorny way, while he devotes his valuable time to business, and if the youth should choose rather to find and follow the primrose path, he is much grieved and pained, but never thinks of the part he himself has played in the drama of moral disaster. 'Twere well to consider the seed time, if one would be pleased with the harvest. Truths early instilled in tender minds are ineradicable, and so are evil things. The responsibility of the parent is one not to be borne lightly and carelessly, but carefully and prayerfully.

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DRUMMER at one of the hotels, the other day, was asked how business was, "'Poor," he answered, "there's too much prosperity and business is light," and then he opened up on the McKinley administration in a manner to amaze. He admitted that he was one of the traveling men who had moved heaven and earth to elect McKinley, but he was going to work just as hard for Bryan and free silver next time. The drummer is not the only one who had his fingers in the crack when the wedge flew out. We have them right here at home, and lots of them, too. I meet them every day. The grand quadrennial round up will not be sufficient. to hold them this time.

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may feel contempt for the cruelty and treachery of the Spaniard, but we may not dehis valor. He is courage­

WONDER how long this expansion howl would last if we were to take all ideas of commercialism and speculation out of it "Trade follows the flag" is a great shibboleth. Death is following it now, and the prospect is excellent that Azrael will continue to banquet on American flesh and blood for several years yet, if the present crowd is allowed to

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keep in the saddle. Take the dollar mark off of the business, and we would have every soldier and ship Out of eastern waters in two weeks. The grand old party wants to stamp dollar marks on the flag instead of the stars. They are not all of this opinion however, notably in our own city we have Hon. P. S. Kennedy. Some people's patriotism never rises higher than the dollar mark. They should have been christened as Theodore Parker christened the negro baby: "Thy name is Slave I baptize thee in the name of the Golden Eagle, the Silver Dollar, and the Copper Cent.

HAT has become of the flag of Cuba? This is a question sprung on me the other day by an officer in the late volunteer army, and I thought sure enough, what has become of the little blue flag of Cuba Libre, which was so much in evidence one year ago? That flag with the blue and white stripes with its triangular field of red and its single star that flag which we twined so lovingly with our own, and pasted on our windows side by side with Old Glory in the days when the "Maine' was fresh in our minds and we all went wild over the question of "humanity that flag which we saw everywhere, pinned on the breast ofyoung maidenhood, to the lapel of young manhood, tied to the pinafores of children, emblazoned on the pins which held the dress of the baby, printed in the newspapers, sold in the stores, hawked about the streets, pasted on the dead walls, woven into handkerchiefs, ribbons and dress goods, made into shirt waists aud fluttering everywhere. It has been lost—that beautiful flag of Cuba Libre! The Spaniard has vanished from the island. The flag with the lone star has been hauled down, and the stars and stripes are now kissed by the breezes which one year ago whispered of liberty to the starving reconcentrado and the patriot Cuban soldier wielding his machette in the cane brake. But gone is his flag! Gone is his dream of Cuba free! Then we called him a patriot. Now we call him a discontented rebel because he desires us to keep the promise made the world, that he should be free. Above his head flaps the folds of the flag whose every stripe and star should speak to the Cuban of liberty, but instead the flag under which the American slave lost his shackles, tells to the Cuban the story of his conquest. We will not starve and kill him as Spain did, but we desire to turn his fair fields into places for speculation, and grind him down under the heel of greed and a protective tariff. The Cuban flag has been shelved along with the Declaration of Independence, the Monroe

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Doctrine, the traditions and unwritten law of the Republic, our pledges made the Cuban and the world in our declaration of war with Spain, and a lot of other old things which are useless in an empire a nation with a big N. These are the much prized bric-a-brac of other days the days when the great heart of the people was stirred by the stories of Cuban wrongs and suffering, and with tears in our eyes we twined the flag of Cuba Libre with the folds of Old Glory, and the maid aud mother kissed the brother, son and lover good bye and sent him forth to die if need be for Cuban freedom. But we have no more use for these things. We took the island away from Spain. We "remembered the Maine," but have forgotten our pledges. In the lust of^conquest we have forgotten the foundation stone of our national fabric We have suddenly discovered the sweets of possession, and that the

patriot Cuban of 1898 is nothing but a heathen whom we must christianize, and unfit for self-government, and we must govern him. We have about concluded to keep the island, fling Old Glory out over it, camp an army on it, and grab for everything that is loose. These Cubans are not patriots any longer in our eyes, but a crowd of ignorant, rebellious niggers unfit to govern themselves. We will therefore introduce them to our civilizing and christianizing trusts, and whisky, and financial schemes and politics. This is the policy of the administration. The boys who went up San Juan hill and stormed El Caney fought for Cuba's freedom. They loved the little blue flag because it was the symbol of freedom. But the flag they fought for has been lost. The flag of Cuba Libre is a dream at present. Soldier, you lost what you fought for, and Old Glory's folds droop sadly over the grave where Cuban independence lies, thanks to imperialistic Republicanism. The world will take the eagle from our coat of arms and substitute that animal cursed by Moses and drowned by Christ, if this thing /continues.

HISTORYtheit

tells of how we have

taken flag down from places where it did not belong, and brought home brighter than ever because we did take it down. We took it down rom the walls of Tripoli after we had punished the Mediterranean pirates and obtained a treaty from the Bey. and brought it home. Had that happened under McKinley instead of Jefferson, it would have «been howled aloud that we should expand that it was our duty to take hold of those Moors and christianize them. They are not civilized yet and never will be. We planted the flag over the city of Mexico. We had her thoroughly whipped. But we took the flag down and came home, and Mexico is still intact, barring what we received as a war indemnity. Sections of old Mexico were willing and anxious to become a part of our dominion. According to the prevailing idea of the imperialists of to-«fciy, the flag was waving over the City of Mexico, and we ought to have gone on and christianized and civilized her, instead of allowing her to work out her own salvation, and protecting her in it, as President-Polk did. We stood ready to fight Austria and France in 1866 when they undertook to establish an empire in Mexico. This was ,carrying out the Monroe Doctrine. Taking forcible possession of the Philippine Islands is throwing that doctrine away. America for Americans is the only safe proposition.

When the flag is where it does not belong, take it down. There's no disgrace in it. If there is, we have been disgraced long before the days of McKinley. I like the ring of the verses written by Hon. P. S. Kennedy, of this city. They have the right sort of sentiment in them: "Haul dowD tlie tlay? Yes, haul it Jtbwu

From where it ouaht not belts stars were made to shine above None but the glad and free.

1^4 stripes were never meant tw wave Abova a conquered race It is the banner ot tUe free,

Add surely out of place. Whenever sent to other lands To conquer and make 9lavHs Of those who long for freedom's sweets, Around their father's graves.

Haul down the flag and bring it home Its where it should not be

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not a shackle for the slave But guardian Of the free."

ONE

of the substantial farmers of Clark township was in, the other day, depositing a subscription to THE REVIEW. "I don't know how it will be in 1900," he said. "We will have to face a big corruption fund. Th'ey are gathering it now. I bought a lot of barbed wire, the other day. It had advanced, and I donated two dollars to the campaign fund for 1900." The people are beginning to catch on to the system of "shaking the plum tree" referred to by Mr. Quay to Mr. Wanamaker. They understand what "frying out the fat" means. The people can be fooled a a long while sometimes, but it wont work forever. Democrats have known these things many years, but the Republicans are catching on here lately.

CRITICS

abound in newspaper of­

fices. When a fellow runs out of anything else to do, he can orgauize himself into a committee to criticize someone else. I clipped the following item from a Republican paper the other day, one of the orthodox kind. It's a real gem of its kind, so I embalm the thing: "Grandma Hoar, at one time urged war on account of the Armenian troubles. She would conquerTurkey and do all sorts of things which we had no color or right to.attempt. Now, when we have a lot of lawless residents of American territory shooting American soldiers, destroying American property and insulting the flag, this toothless sage holds up her hands in inspired horror and in quavering tones, exclaims against the inhumanity of man."

I'll bet that this criticism of the wise old statesman from Massachusetts was written by some fellow who was making his toothless gums squeak on the rubber nipple of a nursing bottle, when Hoar was one of the foremost figures in American statesmanship. When the author of the above was crying with the colic Senator Hoar had had years of experience in Congress and was helping settle the vexed questions left by the civil war. But then he differs from McKinley on the imperial features of his administration, therefore he should have the regulation "100 lashes on the bare back" and if that don't settle him he should be "shot at sundown," and if he shows life after that put him in a lunatic asylum.

WW ORE law suits and bad blood have been the result of line If I fences, perhaps, than any other

I one thing in this country. A good second to this is public highways. Every fellow seems to try to gobble all of the road he can get, and every time he resets his fence he sets

A Picnic

FOR

Clothing Buyers

"This is picnic wentherand we have determined to give our friendand pntrons one continuous picnic of low prices and bargains from now until September 1. We ru this for the purpose of closing out our entire line of Men's, Boys'and Children's lothing so that we may begin the fall season with an absolutely new line of goods. It is impossible to give priceB on everything in the store, but we quote below enough figures to show that this salvia going to be a money Baver for the people of Montgomery county who are shrewd enough to take advantage of it.

Men's Suits.

Black Clay Worsted not strictly all wool, well worth So $2.79 Unfinished Worsted, all wool, worth $7 3.98 A full line of Caesimeres aud

Worsted euits, small sizes only plightly smoked, worth 8, 10, 12 and $11 at 4.98 Blue Grand Army suits, regulation quality,, worth 57 3.98 Plannellette coats and vests, summer goods, 52 quality 50 Blue linen broken plaid pants, 50c quality 29 Plain linen pants, 75c quality... .49 Plain linen pants, II quality ,69

Boys' Suits-

(16 to 21 years)

63.00 Suits at 6.00 S.OO

......12.59 3.98 4.98

Overcoats

For next winter at Summer prices. Overcoats worth frim 85 to S22, will be sold at from $2.79 to 810.98, and we expect to sell them, to". You can easily afford to borrow money at a high rate of interest and invest it in one of these coats.

Children's Suits.

(Knee pants, 3 to 14 years.)

$1.00SuUsat a 1.50 2.50 3.00 4.00 Limited number of knee pant worth 25c 50c knee pants at 75c koee pantB at

Nothing Oharsred In This Sale.

Our regular patrons know that we do exactly as we advertise. Those who are not so well acquainted with our methods should hring this paper to the store and compare prices.

We Want Your Trade.

One Price Olothier and Hatter.

it over just a little, until the roads in many parts of the country are very narrow and the fences have been crowded into the ditches. A suit in injunction has been filed in the circuit court by Ida M. McDaniels, et-al, against A. D. Peebles. The plaintiffs together with Silas Bowers, several years ago opened a road each contributing a strip 15 feet wide. Bowers has sold his land to Peebles, who has fenced across the roadway, taking in all of the ground which Bowers had given for the road. Now he is into it, and they propose to make him open, it up, and have a perpetual injunction against him ever closing it. They will very likely succeed, and he will pay more court costs and attorney fees than would have bought the strip of land twice. Strange how people view "their rights" and blindly run up against things which not only cost money, but which make bad blood three generations cannot wipe out. "Is the game worth the candle?" Often it is not.

OR fifty summers, yea, more, they had followed the plow on its journey up and down the field as the faithful horse dragged it along in an effort to subdue nature, in that interminable struggle' to turn the wilderness into the garden, to open the great store house of the Creator and turn it over toman. The intervening winters had each left its trace and whitened locks took the place of those which once vied with the wing of the raven in gloss and color. One could safely wager that there were young Americans somewhere who would call "grandpa" upon their approach.

They met on the sunny side of the hottest street in town, on the hottest day of the summer and the hottest hour of the day. As boys they had grown up together, chased the same rabbits, sat on, the same bench at school, and been thrsahed by the same teacher. Of course they stopped to talk. They condoled each other on the failure of the wheat crop, exchanged congratulations on the prospect for acorn crop, and one of

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1.19 1.79 1.9S 2.60

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Furnishing Goods.

Best overalls worth 50c 33 25 dozen Jersey ribbed balbriggan underwear, worth 75c 30 Best 4-ply linen collar, 15c kind 10 Celluloid collars, 15c bind... 5 Suspenders worth 20c 13 25c 19 Caps worth 25c and 50c.. 9,19, 39 Neckwear, an elegant line-ot 25, 35 and 50c values, your choice for.. ".... .19

School Suits.

(Coat, Veet, Long Pants.) 82.50 Suits at 61.93 3.50 2.39 5 0 0 3 9 3

THIS SALE LASTS UNTIL SEPTEMBER 1ST,

them was saying "I never had such" —when he stopped short. His com-" panion noticed the pause and, following the direction of the other's gaze, found himself looking into the window of the store across the street, aud there their eyes were greeted with the most enchanting vision of loveliness it had been their lot to look upon since they were boys and had fought to see who should take Jennie houia from spelling school. The one forgot that he had left a sentence unfinished, the other that it had been begun. And why not For the vision across the street, that creature with such a marvelous complexion, adorned with the brightest of feathers

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of ribbons, seemed to nod and smila at them as they stood in the bright, dazzling sunlight the weight of years rolled from their shoulders and they were boys again. Each thought he was the one favored with the fair ones smiles and tried to shake the other, but it was no go, and so they marched back and forth along the hot sidewalk, and finally down to tha corner of the block where they crossed over and followed down the opposite side of the street. With care and trepidation they approached the window where they had seen the fair one. With a feeling akin to fear they stepped in front of the window and looked within. There in all the glory of the milliner's art was a wax figure used by her to exhibit her handiwork!

With a sheepish look one remarked "I believe it will rain soon," and the other murmured "I believe I'll dodge around and start home." "Good fof them," did you say? Not a bit. I am proud of them. They are living proof that though years may coma and go, leaving behind their trace oa form and feature, the heart can remain young. It is the touch of nature that binds the present to tha past, that shows we are all of the same flesh and blood. Yes, I am proud of them. I only regret that while the heart remains young, the eyes will grow old and that the glit" tering sunlight is liable to play pranks. May they have better fortune next time.

Yours Observantly, PETEB POBOOPINE, JB.