Crawfordsville Weekly Journal, Crawfordsville, Montgomery County, 5 April 1895 — Page 7

OLD ELI'SFAVORITE SON.

A Bevelation of the Romantic and Remarkable Uareer of Lawrence Bangs,'the Famous Tale Athlete.

CHAPTER IL

SHOWING THAT PADDY O'TOOLE WA8 NOT BORN TO BLUSH UNSEEN.

... Paddy O'Toole had never enjoyed tnany advantages, but he had thriven surprisingly without them. At the age of seventeen, he was nearly as tall as a tree. A diet of mixed ale and chewing1 tobacco is not recommended by the best authorities, but the wonderful power of Paddy vital machinery had transmuted it into hard muscle and plenty of it.

He would not work in warm weather, and in the winter he never could get anything to do. Such being the case, the fact of his continued existence should have shown him that destiny was preserving him for a remarkable career. But Paddy never considered such subjects, lie accepted food and shelter when they were offered him, and did very well without them on other occasions. He gave no thought to the morrow, and the lilies of the field were not arrayed as he was. In fact Paddy's clothes had almost 110 competition in their special line. Nobody's cast-off garments could possibly have been long enough for Paddy, and had they been so he would have outgrown them in a month.

Paddy had been pla3'ing ball on Boston Common. The game was over, and his side had won. It always did. When Paddy pitched nobody else on his nine but *e catcher ever had anything to do. The outfielders usually sat down on the grass and smoked clay pipes while they waited for three men to strike out.

After the game Paddy also lit a pipe and sat down on the grass. Immediately he was aware of a thick-set young man, whose clothes were as sharply differentiated from Paddy's as the sartorial art permits. The dis-

PADDY I.IT A PIPE AND SAT DOWN ON THE GK.VSS.

tinction between such garments and his own had been driven into Paddy's skull even at his early age. It consisted in the fact that sue]-, clothes had money in their pockets while his had none.

Reasoning thus, Paddy was about to ask the stranger for '"the price of a beer," when the conversation was taken out of his mouth. "My name is Bangs," said the thickset young man. '"What's yours?" "Patrick O'Toole. Have youse got der price—" "Have you ever been to school?" asked Bangs, interrupting. "I've been to school I don't think," said Paddy, staring. "Have youse got

"Would you like to have an education?" "Come again." "Do you want to go to school? Have you any desire to learn?" "I dunno," said Paddy, "but I've got a thirst that—" "Yes, you do know. You want to amount to something. You don't want to go on this way. Now look here. I've taken a fancy to you. I've got more money than I know what to do with, and I'm willing to spend some of it on Paddy O'Toole. If you will put yourself in my hands, I'll educate you and pay all your expenses from this day until you graduate from col lego. Come. This is the chance of your life. Will you take what Heaven sends 3-oti?"

Paddy dropped his pipe 011 the ground. Then he propped his meager body up with his preternaturally long arms, and sat there in the attitude of one who had been knocked down by a blow in the face. "Are youse stringin' me?" he gasped. "I mean every word I say. What Bhould I gain by deceiving you?" "Darned if I know," rejoined Paddy. "You couldn't get nothin' out o' me." "Then believe what I tell you, and come with me." "Say," said Paddy, "I'll have to go you. I don't catch on to the game, but it looks easy. What do you want me to do first?" "Come with me and talk it over." "Let her go. It's a bargain. I'm wifl yer!"

Paddy got up and stretched his long limbs. He looked around at the familiar trees, and the monument on the hill. He wanted to see whether they were all there. It seemed more probable to him that they would be absent, and that he would find himself in bed somewhere, and just waking from a dream.

But the common looked no different from its ordinary. The trees were waving gently under the blue sky. His late companions in the game were scattered about on the grass. And before him stood a person whom he vaguely suspected to be the boss of the ward the highes* dignitary with whose office he was familiar who wanted to give him a lot of money just for going to school.

It looked like a good thing. Paddy reflected with joy that the schools were all closed and that his work could not beg in till he had had a taste of hia wages.

The sudden surprise had accentuated the dryness in Paddy's throat. »'Tf war .ant t.hn nricc o' two beers."he

began. "No, sir," said Bangs. "I'll attend to the outside of you. It's more conspicuous. The first thing you need most is a suit of clothes."

Of that first day of liis new life Paddy retains a most confuscd recollection. lie remembers a bath somewhere in a place that was so hot it made his head ache. There was a little room where he undressed, and when he got back to it he found a lot of new clothes. There was not onlv a brand new suit, but there were some articles to put on under it, quite superfluous as he protested, in warm weather. Then he went to stores where people bowed to Mr. Bangs, and never mentioned paying for anything, which led Faddy to believe that hia benefactor was connected with the police.

Afterwards they went to a big house where there were rooms which reminded Paddy of the show windows of furniture stores. "You'll live here for the present," said Bangs. "Me? In dis place? Say, I'd be afraid o' breakin' somethin'."

Bangs laughed. "Don't you worry about that. These are some rooms where I live when my father's house is closed in the suiAmer. It is open now so you'll be by yourself. James," he continued, addressing a servant, "see that Mr. O'Toole has whatever he wants. Get his meals from the St. incent. We'll have dinner now."

There never was anything like that dinner. Whatever height of luxury Paddy .may attain in the future, he can never know the joy of another such appetite. Immediately after dinner he fell asleep in a eliair, and when he awoke Bangs had gone away, and James was inquiring whether Mr. O'Toole desired am*thing more before going to bed. "I'd like to eat some more," said Paddy, "but I can't."

Ten minutes later he was asleep acain, and haunted by a fear, even in his dreams, that he might awake on the grass under a tree in Boston Common.

CHAPTER III.

THE THOr.NY PATH OF KNOWLEDGE.

Harry Bangs went to his club and bought the largest cigar 011 sale there. This was a sign that he intended to consume an unusually large amount of brain tissue in thought.

He devoted all of it to Paddy O'Toole, and at the end of an hour he summed up the result in the words: "He's a wonder."

So completely had he given himself to the subject on hand that lie was oblivious of the presence of other men by he window where lie sat smoking: and -he pronounced the words aloud. "Who's a wonder?" nsked an cx-Ilar-vard baseball player of some note who sat near. "We won't mention any names," responded Bangs, "but I don't mind telling you that the person to whom I refer is destined to yivc

a

lot of trouble

to the pupils of Dr. Eliot's school for boys out on the banks of the Charles." "I know who it is," said the Harvard man, "it's your brother. Am I right?"

But Bangs was not ready to give any information about Paddy. lie simply winked and said nothing. The remark, however, had touched him on the raw. "I wisli it w.is my brother." he mut-« tered as he turned away. "When that Irishman gets to Yale he will make a name for himself that will live a hundred years. And Lawrence will never be heard of.''

This last reflection put Bangs in a very bad temper, and he went home and lay awake two hours thinking of his brother.

He was at his bachelor quarters early next morning prepared for an important interview with Paddy O'Toole. He found that young man in a sweet dream of peace. "Come turn out!" called Bangs, cheerily. "It's time for breakfast." "Breakfast?" cried Paddy, awake in a moment. "Say, do I get some? Is that straight?" "Of course it is. As soon as you've had your bath—" "Me bath? An'me that was washed only yesterday? Say, do I wash every day? Am I a Chinese laundry?'' "\ou're a civilized Christian now," rejoined Bancs, "and the sooner you begin to act like one the better. Perhaps I didn't make you understand yesterday, just what has happened to you. The case stands this way. You've got the making of a great ball player in you. Now, I'm a Yale man." "What's that? Dem fellies what plays football, and slugs der heads off'n each other?" "Well, that's part of it. Yale is a college in New Haven, and those of us who have been there are bound to see Yale win every time. You've got to go to Yale and play on the nine. I don't want to give you a big head, but it's a fact that you handle a baseball better than any other fellow I ever saw, and I've seen many a good one. Now, rich men give money to colleges. I'm willing to do that, but I want to be sure that the money is spent in a way that will do the college some good. Therefore I'm going to spend it myself. I'm going to spend it in sending you there. It's a great opportunity for you, but you'll have to earn it by hard study, and you'll have to begin right now." "I can't," said Patsy complacently, "the schools is all closed. I heard a kid say so."

Bangs laughed. "You won't go to school yet. I'll be your teacher for the present. Heaven knows

I

don't like the job, but I'll do it

lor the sake of the college. Now get

np, and eat your breakfast, for you've got a hard day's work before you." Bangs went out into the parlor and presently Paddy appeared, wearing the suit of clothes which Bangs had purchased on the previous day, and carrying his shirt collar in his hand. "Bad luck to it!" exclaimed Paddy, throwing it on the floor. "It cuts me t'roat."

Bancs ordered him to out it on. Pad­

dy demured. He said he was willing to wear it on Sundays, but lie thought that seven days a week of it was "crowdin' der limit." "No collar, no breakfast," said Bangs at last, and that carried the point.

It is only fair to say that Paddy, properly dressed, and with his mouth closed, was a good-looking youth. His skin was unusually white, despite his out-of-door life, and his face was thin to match his figure which was like a little man on stilts. But his features were strong and his eyes bright and steady. Altogether he had a good head for a student, if there had been anything in it. His great strength lent a certain grace to his movements, though one would have expectcd him to be as awkward as a young calf.

It is impossible within the limits of this narrative to describe the educational process to which Paddy was subjected. Naturally he did not learn much on the first day, but Harry Bangs did. Those of us who have had the advantages of early training do not realize what its total absence implies. Bangs had never been a student, lie had studied just enough to get an idea of the vast number of things which one can know. He had a general notion that somebody knew them all, but he had never considered the possibility of the existence of a person who did not know any of them.

We forget, sometimes, that infinity is just as long one way as it is the other. It is as hard to grasp the real meaning of nothing as it is to understand everything.

That was what was the matter with the education of Paddy O'Toole. It was impossible to get back to the place where it ought to begin. It is all very well to talk of beginning a child's education with that of his grandfather, but what are you going to do if the old gentleman is dead?

In the course of a week Bangs had not found anything to teach Paddy, because there was always something which he ought to learn before that. And so at random he started him on English grammar. Now, a merciful Providence, which sends the mumps and things of that kind to us at an age when we are unable to comprehend the horror of them, has wisely made the same provision in regard to the advent of grammar into our lives. There are exceptions, 01 course, ana. everybody must have an idea how very bad an adult case of mumps would be. Imagine grammar, then, at the age of seventeen—an age when most of us have had it, and forgotten all about it.

Paddy O'Toole thought that he was going to die of it. lie contracted it from a man named Brown. They say that Brown in private life was not worse than his neighbors. It is only when we tackle his grammar that we perceive how much of the old Satan was in him. l'addv could read in a general way, though he had no recollection of having learned. A11 account of a i.H'b::l' g:imu in a newspaper was moderately clear to him. But Brown was not nearly so lucid as a modern sporting writer. "Just read the first part of this till you get an idea of what he's talking about," said Bangs?, laying the book before his pupil, "and when I get back you can tell me about it."

And Paddy honestly tried to do it. lie worked his shirt collar off in the first ten minutes, and his coat and waistcoat soon followed. "I'll take a fall out o' dis gillie," he said, apostrophizing Brown, "if it breaks me back."

At the end of an liowr the dryness of the subject had imparted a thirst to hi in which water couldn't quench. And there was nothing else to be had. Bangs was liberal in every other way, but he would not hear of mixed ale or any other deleterious beverages. He had given his man James strict orders to deny Paddy all such things. Paddy had not suffered from this absti-

PADDY STUDIES BROWN.

nence until he encountered Brown. He was quickly convinced tlip.t he would never understand Brown, but lie believed that with the aid of a pint of beer he might be able to endure him. He had some money in his pocket, but he dared not go out for fear that James would tell Bangs. "I ve got to rush der growler," he said to himself. "I'll die if I don't."

I11 desperate emergencies such as this there is always a means of salvation if one only seeks it. Paddy sought and found. There was a large ball of cord in the room, and an ordinary, small coffee pot which had once been used when Bangs was sick in his rooms. This had been thrown into a cupboard where it had sustained serious injury. But it was still water tight. Paddy put some money in it and lowered it out of the window at the end of the cord. By and by a boy came along. Paddy stuck his head far out of the window so that James could not hear, and bawled his errand to the boy. The experiment worked well, and Brown's introductory remarks seemed somewhat more lucid afterward. Thereafter Paddy mixed Brown and beer in the proportion of a pint to a page, and when Bangs returned the beer, at least, had found its way to Paddy's head.

He was asleep, with Brown for a pillow, and the empty tin beside him. CHAPTER IV. LA WHENCE BANGS 18 URGED TO DO SOME­

THING FOB THE UNIVERSITY. It was evident that Paddy O'Toole, who had been accustomed to an active life, would not thrive without exercise. Therefore Bangs was in the habit of playing ball with him on a vacant lot in the Back Bay district for two hours every day in the week.

The result of this Dractice more than

confirmed Bangs' original opinion. Paddy as a pitcher was certainly a wonder. How he had learned the art was a mystery to Bangs and no less to Paddy himself. He said that lie had "picked it up." Well, genius is always a mystery. IIow did Shakespeare learn nil he knew or Archibald Clavering Hunter write "Mr. Barnes of New York?"

Paddy had the speed of a cannon ball, and curves and shoots that would have made a boomerang thrower abandon his weapon in disgust.

It was near the close of the fourth week of Paddy's new life. Bangs anil his protege were taking their customary practice in the vacant lot. The young man from Yale was catching Paddy's remarkable curves, lie stood with his back to the street, and he was a very busy man. To face Paddy in BUCII a pastime required about all the

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"A DEAD lilNGER FOR J1E."

attention that any one inan could give. Suddenly Bangs heard his name called from the street. He turned and saw a handsome carriage beside the curb, and iu it were Mrs. Lome and her daughter.

It was Florence who was calling. Bangs jumped over the low fence and went to the side of the carriage. "I couldn't help calling to you," cried the girl, "you can understand how delighted I am to see you—"

She paused as if trying to select an appropriate phrase. "M'e, 1 hope." said Bangs, laughing. "Don't he: it say it. I am too old to mind flattery. And I am very glad to see you. I did not know you were in Boston' "We are here for a few days," said Mrs. Lorne. We came up from Newport where we are spending the summer. had just mailed a card to you. We are staying at the Asliton's, and hope to see you." "Yes, indeed," said Florence. "I have a great deal to say to you. You know I met your brother in Newport.'' "Yes Lawrence wrote me about it immediately." "Indeed," said Florence, and she gave a "peculiar look right over the top of Bangs' head.

Bangs turned and saw Paddy staring open-mouthed at the carriage. I11 half a minute he began to advance towards it. "Great Cajsar!" muttered Bangs. "I can't let him get within speaking distance."

But Paddy steadily advanced. Bangs had the ball in his hand, and in desperation he threw it with tremendous force and high over Paddy's head. "He'll have to chase it to the other end of the lot," thought Bangs, as he turned toward the carriage. "Splendid, splendid!" cried Florence, clapping her hands.

Bangs wheeled around!" Paddy had soared into the air like a bird, and had captured the ball with one hand. "That's all my doing," said Florence, proudly. "I talked to him." "You talked to him?" repeated Harry, in amazement. "Yes, I gave it to him good, I tell you. I told him that he was just simply throwing himself away and breaking all your hearts. I said that he ought to do something for the university. Of course I oughtn't to have done it, but I told you that I was going to. He didn't like it much. I thought that he was seriously offended. But it seems that it did him good."

Bangs gasped. He wondered what, could be the matter with his head. He couldn't make the least, sense of what the girl was saying. "We had quite a quarrel," the girl continued. "He said that so far as he had been able to learn the best ball player in the country was an ignorant Irishman: and I said: 'He can't be so very ignorant because he can teach the learned Lawrence Hangs something, lie can teach him how to play ball.'" "Whom are you talking about? My brother?" "Why, of course. There he'scoming at last."

Hangs heard the sound of Paddy's feet on the sidewalk as he came down from his leap over the fence. Another second and "the wonder" was beside him. "Take off your hat, you monkey," whispered Bangs, in Paddy's ear, and Faddy pulled it off, as if it was nailed to a wall and he was tearing it down. "So you didn't remember me," said Florence, archly, "but it seems that you remembered what I said to you." "Remember you!" cried Paddy, in his richest brogue. "An' who could forgit the loikes av yez?" "Good, splendid!" cried Florence, laughing heartily. "I see you've taken more than one lesson from the Irishman you spoke of. Come, mother, we mustn't interrupt the good work."

She nodded cheerily to Bangs and Paddy. The carriage moved away. Bangs rubbed his head with the left hand catcher's glove, which is the size oj a ham but it did not produce fric­

tion enough to stimulate his mind ih the proper degree. "Paddy," he said, "let's go home. want to tmnk tills thing over quietly." "What's der matter?" asked Paddy, sympathetically. "Did she t'row yei down?"

Bangs said never a word, ne led the way to the rooms. As they entered a young man rose from a chaii and advanced toward them. He was

very tall, and his legs were inordinately long. "Brother Harry," said he, extending his hand. "Don't, you know me?" "Lawrence! Well, upon my word, you have grown a yard since I saw you last. And you've changed—changed every way." "Your brudder?" said Paddy. "Well, say, I'm t'inkin' he ought, to be mine. If he ain't, a dead ringer for me den 1 don't know my own mug."

Lawrence was staring hard at Paddy, and the elder Bangs gaped upon then: as they stood facing each other. "There certainly is a remarkable resemblance between us," said Lawrence., "and if 1 am not mistaken that was what you intended to imply." "Say. if you'd get your hair cut," responded Paddy, "1 wouldn't be. dead sure o' mesclf any of the time. I'd be t'inkin' it might be you."

Harry Bangs sank into a chair, and pressed his hands to his head, lie did more thinking in the next two minutes than he had done in any month of hia life. "What is it, Harry?" asked Lawrenco.

"TAKE OFF YOUIt HAT."

"You seem to be struggling with some perplexing problem. Can I help you? What is it?" "I was thinking," said Bangs, "what a man for Yalo you two would make il you could be rolled into one. By Jove," and he slapped his thigh, "I believe you can be!" "What do you mean?" "Can you play baseball?"

Lawrence stared hard. "I never tried," he said. "It seems to me that the prominence now being given to athletic sports is deleterious to the—" "Can you play football?" "No, indeed." "Can you pull an oar?" "No." "Arc you good for any single thing on earth? Will you be of the least uso to Yale? Will anybody except the professors know that you are there or remember you ten minutes after you leave?" "This is unkii.d," said Lawrence. "We have not seen each other in years, and now you load me with reproaches." "You mustn't take it that way. Larry." said his brother kindly. "I am only paving the way. I am going to show you how you can do something for the university." "Never in the line of sports, I'm afraid." "Yes, you can. See here. This young man is Patrick O'Toole. lie is going to be the finest ball player that this country ever saw. 1 have offered to send him to Yale. But his education has been totally neglected. It would take seventeen years to (it him for a primary school. But his resemblance to you solves the whole problem. You can be the student lie the athlete. I tell you that the dual personality could be carried on for four years—yes, sir, for four hundred years, and no mortal human being ever suspect it. Lawrence, will you do this? Will you make this sacrifice for the good of the university?" "I would do anything for Yale," replied La wrence, "anil certainly I would do anything to please you and father. But is this honest? I am imperfectly acquainted with lie rules of sport.. Is such a thing permitted?" "Sav. what is this yer givin' us?" inquired Paddy. "Do youse mean that I'm to be a ringer for your brother?" "'1 hat's it. exactly." "But is it, honest?" repeated Lawrence.

Honest.? said Paddy. "I don't, know much about that, but it's more common than jags on the Fourt'o'July. Why, there ain a amachoor scrapping tournament in the country that don't have half a dozen ringers in it." "I am glad to know that it is permitted by the rules," said Lawrence, "but 1 dislike the deception. 1 suppose the ringer, as Mr. O'Toole calls him, must be introduced secretly into the game, and can be disbarred if delected. The truth is only justifiable when successful, like so many others in this world. Am I right?" "Dead right," said Paddy, who djd not understand a word. "But would it not be discovered?" "There's no danger at all," said Harry. "Miss Lorne just mistook Patsy for you and she was not undeceived even when he spoke to her." "If I could fully reconcile it with my conscicnce," Lawrence began. "Reconcile it with your duty," exclaimed Harry "your duty to the university and to your father. He will never know that Paddy is not you, and he will be proud of you. And oh," he added, raising his hand aloft like an inspired prophet, "I tell you that with Paddy in the box. Harvard simply won't be in it. Think of that, Larry) think of that!"

(TO BE CONTINUED.)

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WHITE CHURCH.

(Jill Rakestraw, of New Market, was here Saturday. Charley Mart/, will work for 01 Hamilton this Summer.

Levi Fisher had his eyes operated on last week and they are now in a critical condition.

Several young people of this vicinity attended the entertainment at Potato (..'reek Saturday night.

Boots school closed last Tuesday. The patrons surprised the teacher, John Harriman, with an elegant dinner. The evening1 was spent by various ones speaking and all went, away feeling that they had enjoyed themselves and that they wanted tlie^ same teacher next year.

SMAitTSmjRG.

School closed Tuesday. Mr. McCollough is much better. Miss May Foust has a new piano. Mrs. Lizzie Sheridan has returned to her home at Terre Haute.

Tommy Sheridan, of Terre Haute, is visiting relatives and old friends here. Master Howard Farner, of Crawfordsville, visited schoolmates on Tnesday.

Miss Josic Green visited her sister, Mrs. Win. Butler, of (iravelly Run, last week.

The patrons of the school, to show how much they appreciated our school teacher, Miss Mollie Hoover, made a surprise dinner for her on Tuesday. About seventy ate dinner at the school house. There was an entertainment at night.

Messrs. Wright, (lilbcrl. and Overton and Miss Jennie McCorniiek, of Crawlordsville. and Misses Lida and Josie Green. Sal lie and Maud Enoch, Lottie Downs and Mrs. Kate (Ireen and Ben Shelton, of this place, spent Friday evening wit.li Miss May Foust. The evening was very pleasantly spent, in declomations and music.

TILNIJYVILIK.

San ford Nutt and family have been visiting at Attica. They drove across. 1* rank Layne has planted a largepatch of potatoes on the old Allen, place.

Dr. Tilney has opened an office up town and will not travel but stay with his children.

Frank Porter and Tom Cagel are cutting wood for Capt. Talbot against the next gas failure.-

The rain proved too much for the students who have recently been holding Sunday sclioolin our school house.

The roofs are on Bodic Swank's and Tim Callahan's houses and the first lirst building for the hot houses of McDonald it Steele.

The boyish men and the manly boys are. beginning to whip Sugar Creek with their lishing poles and make the fishes' mouths sore.

Randall Lookabill looks every bit a parson already, as he trudges "to and fro between home and college with a bundle of books under his arm.

I he dance in Britton's drove Saturday produced a fight with a woman in it. Marshal Grimes took a hand later, having been notified by telephone.

Belle Jones (colored) backed out of her part as "Topsy" in a little sketch arranged for the school exhibition last l1 inlay. Zola Doyle did it very neatly.

MOW liOSS.

John L. Winter, of Jamestown, spent Sunday here. Lli Gatharight, of North Salem, was here Sunday.

C. L. Harris returned to Crawfordsville Tuesday. Who shot the cat 1 few Sundays ago on Main street.

Ruth Powell retained from Indianapolis Saturday. J. T. Bronaugh transacted business in Lizton Monday.

James Peterson went to Mace Tuesv day on official business. J. G. Hurt transacted business in Crawfordsville Monday evening.

Miss Maude Davis spent part of theweek with friends in Jamestown. J. A. Johnson, of Lebanon, slopped here Monday enroute for Lchauon.

Oscar Imel contemplates a visit to the Southern latitudes ir. the near future.

Clias. Ross talked to the Sunday school workers at the L. church Su 11 day.

Miss Maggie Price, of .lamestown, was the guest 01" Miss Maud Davis over Sunday.

What the matter with having a new school house, men of the seventh district?

Will Kline and wife attended the Kessler-Kline nuptials, near Ladoga, Sunday.

J. J. Epperson has moved to Advance where he will assist iu running a flouring mill.

Quite a number of Rebekah Sisters attended Jamestown lodge Wednesday evening.

Meeting is now in progress at the Christian church and will continueuntil Sunday.

J. 1. Bronaugh is putting in a drugstock at Lizton. He will still remain) with us of yore.

John Brown has established his training stable at the fair ground. He moved Monday.

Mrs. J. K. Everson, of Crawfords ville, spent the week with her daughter, Mrs. Bronaugh.

Quite a number of our young ladies will go to Advance in the summer to work in the canning factory.

The population of our town is 265 according to MeOuffin'a latest statistics, not including Tom cats and dogs.

Miss Stella Stoner returned from near Thorntown Saturday where she has been the guest of Will Powell and family.

The town board passed ari ordinance prohibiting the leaving of vehicles in streets and alleys and strange to say the alleys are full as of yore.

If the committee called the board of health would but walk around in the alleys they would perhaps have some curious revelations. Filth, decayed cabbage, soap suds and all manner of parasite bearing substance can be seen and one must turn his head and stifle his nose to keep out the nauseating vapor that arises these warm days.