Crawfordsville Weekly Journal, Crawfordsville, Montgomery County, 2 September 1898 — Page 7

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SURPRISED THE FOLKS.

The Marriage of Mr. Allert t. Martin anil Miss .Jessie Sliankllu IVas All I'nknown to Their Relatives and Friends.

Linden had a genuine sensation last Friday when it was learned there that Albert L. Martin, son of Levi Martin, and Miss Jessie Shanklin had been quietly married in the morning by 'Squire Stilwell, of Crawfordsville, in the offiee of the officiating magistrate. The young people had been intimate for some time and were supposed to be lovers but no one expected a marriage any way soon. Their families were the lease expectant of such an event and were simply paralyzed when the young people came driving home with the happy announcement that they "had been, gone and sure enough did it The surprise was quickly changed to congratulations and rejoicing, however, and both families extended the glad hand, and the evening was passed in a jolly celebration of the event by all concerned by ties of blood or friendship. Both young people are deservedly popular and the match is regarded on all sides as an ideal one even if it was suddenly sprung. The happy couple will reside in Linden, where the groom iB engaged in business.

SUGAR BEETS.

The I'urdne Experiment Station Tells How to Prevent Leaf iD.jury— Harvesting the lJeets.

A large number of progressive farmers in central and northern Indiana have undertaken experimental work with sugar beets this season. The season has been favorable for the rapid and continual growth of the beets. From all sections come the reports that the beets in most cases are doing well. At this season, two dangers threaten the plants—the leaf spot dieease, which appears as brown spots on the leaves, and the blister beetle or old fashioned potato bug, which is very fond of the beet foliage and can greatly damage the crop. The remedy for the leaf spot disease is to spray the plants with Bordeaux mixture, made by dissolving three pounds of blue vitriol in water and adding to it lime water made by slacking two pounds of lime and stirring it up with water. The mixture is made up to one barrel. If the blister beetle is on the plants, add five ounces of arsenite of soda or of Paris green to the mixture. If the blister beetle alone is present, the arsenic compound may be simply mixed with water and sprayed on the plants.

There is a tendency to harvest beets too early. They seldom ripen until the first of October and sometimes not until the middle of November. During the'ripening period, the increase of sugar is very rapid. Ripeness is shown by the leaves becoming lighter in color but the most satisfactory method is an actual test of'the amount of sugar in the beets.

The experiment station will select certain fields and make tests at short intervals and when the beets are ripe, will call for samples from the experimental plats. The whole of the experimental plat should not be harvested until after the reports of the sample is received, as an additional sample may be necessary. The beets will net' be in any danger from frost if left in the ground until the middle of November. But if the beets are shown to be ripe they should be harvested at once to prevent a second growth after the fall rains begin, as the quality of the beet is seriously injured by this.

Beets may be stored in cellars or in piles covered with straw or stalks, and a thin layer of earth. If they are to be left through the winter, another layer of straw and earth should be added about the last of December. Where large quantities are stored, it is necessary to'provide ventilation.

An examination of the field should be made at once, and if the beets &how a tendency to project above ground, the earth should be zidged up along the rows and cover the roots as completely as poesiblel

H. A. Huston, Chemist/

Xo lix-Governors.

Indiana has now no living ex-govern-nor. Mr. Matthews was alone in this distinction and his death removes the last of our ex-chief magistrates. Governor Hovey died in office. HiBsuccessor, Governor ChaEe, died a short time after his retirement. Oliver P. Morton, however, lived twelve years— twelve busy years—after his gubernatorial service expired,and Conrad Baker lived fifteen years. Thomas A. Hendricks completed his term aB governor in 1S77 and died in 1SS5. Governor Williams died at an advanced age, while in office, Governor Gray lived something more than five years after he ceased to be governor, while his successor and predecessor, Albert G. Porter, who completed his term in 1SS5, died in 1S95.

Made a Double Century*

Fred Paire of this city, Sunday made a double century run on his bicycle, going to Rushville and return via Lebanon and Indianapolis. He started at 6 a. m. and reachcd Crawfordsville on his return at 9:30 p. He made the first century in seven hours and sixteen minutes.

THE OREGON DESERT

By IZORA C. CHANDLER.

(Copyrighted by the Author.)

"These may interest yon," ho paid, with a sardonic sinilo. Thou, whistling "The Little Maid of Arcady, ho spread out sketch alter sketch done in a vivid way, with faultless drawing and clean handling. "That's tho grandfather—a fine old heathen, with dignity in the face and figure. And that is the grandmother. Hero is the child, and here aro some of the 'beasts,' as they call them. Gothic in stylo, you see, but. picturesque, very. And hero is tho little rhododendron herself. "By tho way," he interpolated laughingly as he held tho other sketches iu his hand, "such deplorable ignorance1 It seems that she's troubling her pretty head with new and strange thoughts. She asked mo who God is if he paints pictures, or whether ho is a man like you. Hard on me, now, wasn't it?" "And what did you tell her?" asked Wilmot. "Pretended not to havo heard and gave her a picture to look at. Queer, wasn't it?" .. .... ..... "Very~q"ueer," assented Wilmot.

Then Craymer laid out several sketches of the figure Wilmot remembered so well—the face with its tender, sedate mouth the soi't masses of straight, dark hair, parted above the low forehead, and tho trustful eyes, with that little lift to tho lower lid that comes to ono who gazes over wide distances and that gave raro fascination to this face. "Well," said Wilmot tentatively, turning from one to another. Then as the other did not speak, "What are you going to do with all these?" he asked in a dry tone. "Work them up and sweep things at the next 'ex send two or three across the pond to my old market and make my fortune."

A long pause followed. Then Wilmot said, "Don't show them to anyone else, but name any reasonable price and consider them sold.'' "Ah, so?" said Craymer, with a knowing nod. "I thought as much. Well, you shall have first refusal." "And don't go there again," Wilmot added. "So that you can have everything your own way when you go?" "I have not been there since we came away together, and I am not going.'' "Yet you spend hours gazing in that particular direction.'' "You are impertinent. I asked you not to go there for the girl's own sake. There surely is material for sketches in some other direction.'' "Oh, to be sure. Indians and sons of China. You've a lofty sense of honor though. Why, I've sold the portrait of my promised wife over and over again -—sometimes as a Greek maiden, sometimes as an Italian singing gin ana once I painted her head and shoulders as Love.'' "That was between you two. But this simple grandmother, with her generous hospitality, and the girl whoso faith in the clouds and the mountains makes a life of pitiable poverty into a poem! They cannot understand what you intend to do with these. They never heard of the academy or the salon. It is not fair."

Then, as if even the roof of the veranda made the air stifling, he arose suddenly and walked down tho long path before the rancheira. In the clear night everything melted and softened into an all infolding charm. "Why does he go there and what is it that makes me care to go? It is the same object, but we are drawn in different ways. What fools we mortals be.'

The Oregon grape was in full bloom. The deep, glossy leaves rattled as he passed too near, and their sharp little edges scratched his hand. But the yellow blossoms sent a tender fragrance out from their clustered sprays that made him pause. He looked up and out. Rising above tho trees at his right stretched tho firm outline of the Cascade range, tall and forbidding with their great forests of somber firs. His eyes ran down the range until they rested upon the conelike summit on whoso side nestled the hut. He looked on at the low lying clouds and at the great white mountain that held its stately head high above them, and as he looked he almost heard a tender, pulsing voice call softly: "Good evenin, pretty clouds. Good evenin, ole Mount Hood, sweet evenin to yo'."

CHAPTER IV.

Another week passed, and Wilmot grew furious as he missed his companion day after day. McAlvord noticed the all day absences of his guest and explained indulgently to the other that he supposed it was the way with artisis, though he had always thought this particular artist was too fond of society to spend so much time alone. "Still, there's fascination in these great distances and mighty hills."

The. cattle king bared his fine head and looked out toward the Cascades, standing like immense cones, sometimes shoulder to shoulder, often entirely alone. "If I were to stay hero long," ho said, "and did not break into the repose of thought by winter months spent in the city, I would surely come to have many deities and to enthrone them all about me. As it is I always lift my hat to Mount Hood in the morning."

McAlvord went on to look after his men, while in his visitor's heart there rang out like the voice of a bird, "Good mornin, ole Mount Hood, sweet mornin to .yo*)"

Then ho grew angry with himself and becamo sure that it was not good for him to be hero. Ho was growing morbid. His great American novel would never be written at this rata It was not well to grant himself this respite. Shut up- within the walls of a city and meeting other small entities he_had conceived_ himself to be some

one. Ho could work there, in a paltry way, and could think. Hero ho was lost. It was too vast.

With tho beginning of May Mrs. McAlvord, tho host's mother, would come. Miss McAlvord, Craymer's fiancee, and several of her intiniato friends, with a maid or two, were to accompany her. The old rancheira was to be gay with young life, and tho Chinese who had chief control began to mako elaborate preparations iu that slow oriental fashion which astonishes every American by the ease with which mountains of work can bo accomplished with smiling nnhaste. and rather with tho air of ono at leisure than of ono burdened with many cares.

The day before tho coming of tho ladies Craymer disappeared. His sketching tackle

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dutifully strapped to tho

saddle, but when once his pony had climbed tho bridlo path and brushes and paints were on tho ground all thoughts of work were over.

Perhaps he might not como again in a long time. Tho purling of tho tiny stream was in his ears. It went singiug down its rocky way into the bottomless pool as merrily as if it had not been stranded on tho wrong sido of tho range from that on which flowed its larger sister—tho mielitv Columbia.

Ho looked at "the fair face which, without his consciousness, was growing a necessity to him. Ho lifted tho long braids that fell below her waist and wound them like a crown about her head. He fastened them there with tho polished ebony handles of his brushes.'

Then he took her by the shoulders and held her at arm's length to study the effect. Artistic pleasure at the rosult of his skill shone iu his face. Presently something else awakened there— something which held the girl in thrall.

But she met it with steady eyes. Tho innocenco of her own heart made her take on a diguity which conquered the man before her. He began to realize something of that which he had hardly thought worth the analysis. —"juanrel," he said suddenly, "you are a goddess. Groat heaven, why cannot I have you always as I have you now? Society and conventionalities, what bosh thoyaro! Simplicity and dignity constitute manner. And you would win homage at the court of any queen.''

He clasped tho shoulders until they hurt. But she did not move. She only looked at him calmly, uubewildered. "Yo' kin liev me, "she said in her slow, tender tone that pulsed and trembled as she spoke. "Before yo' come— yo' 'n th' tall un—I b'longed t' th' clouds 'n the great mountain. S'ci'ty? I duuno what that do mean."

There were gentleness, innocenoe and reserve in her nature. It shook the shallower one. Craymer lowered his head until the pure eyes could not look into his own. Ho was sitting a little below her upon tho mossy hillside, and his face had been lifted as ho spoke. Now she slid her arm about his neck and drew his head against her breast. Sho ran her fingers lightly through his hair. She touched his cheek with a slow, gentle motion. Then, bending her head, she pressed her lips upon his forehead with a slow, solemn kiss, as sho might have kissed th9 child if it had been kneeling in prayer before her.'

His lips had never touched her. Hers had never before touched him. He had sometimes reached out to caress her hands—they were so like to brown birds in their slow, fluttering motions. And he had smoothed the long braids of her hair as he had done today, but whenever he encountered the fierce, reproachful eyes of Wilmot after each of these later visits he had comforted himself that no harm had been done. She was the same untamed girl woman that they had found at the first, with her heart untouched by anything earthly— a devotee of tho clouds and of the stately, Enow wreathed mountain.

CHAPTER V.

Tho ladies arrived next day. McAlvord and his guests went to meet them upon long, swinging buckboards of the primitive sort, with chains upon which to rest the feet and long, yielding straps for the back. Theso were voted by the merry party to be more delightful pleasure wagons than even the Irish jaunting car.

The days that followed were filled with laughter, with music, with breakneck canters upon swift ponies and with evening promenades upon the long veranda of the old rancheira.

After a time Craymer became restless and complained that ho must do something beside sketching merry people in stylish clothing—however picturesquely they might be "set." Ho must geloff for a whole day's work. Ho would not plan another day's pleasure until he had earned it with work.

Wilmot was not with the others when this complaint in its final strength was entered upon. He chanced, however, to come up in time to catch its impost. Craymer did not seem to notice his coming, but turned toward his betrothed, who looked at him kindly.

A half hour later the two men stood alone together. "My reason for speaking," said Wilmot, "is that I would-warn you, Craymer. You aro an attractive fellow and"— "Thanks, awfully!" "This is not play," said the other fiercely. Then calming himself, "You are to be married soon?" "Not until September." "Well, September is coming," he insisted in a Nemesis tone. "In September then?" "Yes, of course. Why do you ask?" "For this reason: With that answer I want you to relinquish going whore you intend to go tomorrow." "And by what right do you ask it? It's about time that your volunteer espionage should cease. I shall do as I hanged please in this and every other matter." Ho turned and walked away.

Wilmot by a strong effort smothered the indignation that stirred him and, following him, laid a hand upon his shoulder and said in gentle tone: "I beg your pardon. If you will wait a few days and give the subject a little serious

thought, I will not trouble you again. Crajrmer said something which sounded like an assent. Wilmot accepted it and was turning away, when the other asked bluntly: "Why don't you go there yourself and take her out of those brutal surroundings? You haven't been foolish enough to bind yourself to any one. Thero are ways of getting on with it. Somo elderly aunt or maiden cousin could o.haporone, and 'twould take blamed little worldly contact for her to outshino them all. I say," ho insisted with a sort of fury, "whv don't you do it?"

Wilmot ground his teeth. "Yon have dono your best to mako it impossible, ho answered.

An eniptivo denial rose to Craymer's lips, but for once ho grow manly. "I understand you, he said, "I haven't been exactly square in this thing, but sho was always asking about you and trying to got mo to talk about you. 1 told you of it. If you'd gone, I would havo staid away. But—I'm frank now. Believe mo for once, never till that last day did ono word pass mjr lips that need vex you. Then there was something in her look as I was planning to paint her that made mo say that I wanted her with me always."

Wilmot turned fiercely away. Spare mo," ho said, "a recital of ono of your amours.''

But this timo Craymer followed and laid a hand upon his shoulder. Healthe rest of it," ho insisted. "Even then 6he said that sho thought sho was happy before I came—I 'an th' tall un'—and, as I live, I did not harm her. She leaned over and kissed my forehead as sho might kiss the snow mountain if it were near enough. But there was something about her that awed mo. It's the something that's drawing me now. She doesn't care for me, though she thinks that she does. It is you J'qjwhoinjho cares. And because I was wit£ you~and you do not come to her she is trying to fifttiefy her beautiful, true, pure heart jwith me. Gods, but I am a fool!"

Then VVilmot spoke through his teeth. "This is the truth, and all of it?" "All, as I am alive," answered Craymer, looking directly into his face. Then ho turned and went alone into the rancheira.

An evening breeze, like tho boating of great wings, stirred the loaves. The Chinaman began to light tho voranda lamps. Their tinted rays seemed quivering with deceit. As Wilmot strode out into the shadow ho began to understand tho old brutality that could insist upon a satisfaction whoso medium was niado of gunpowder or steel.

Ho had got but a little distance when his hand was seized by another hand, and ho was dragged with all the strength of a youthful figure out beyond the skirting of shrubbery into tho pale moonlight.

CHAPTER VI

When Craymer left her, on the day before the ladies came to tho rauchoira, Laurel went with him to the edge of the little cleared spot from which sho could watch him all tho way down tho hill and into the trail that led through bunch grass across the arm of the great desert.

Few birds are found iu this dosolate region, but one was calling to its mate from a near tree and tho cry throbbed passionately through all the air. She watched until he had waved a last adieu and ridden swiftly into tho eucircling Ehadows. Then she turned her eyes upward. The sky was cloudless save a few fleecy lines that stretched out toward her beloved mountain. She reached out her arms and a look of trust like a divine radianco came upon her face. "Take keer o' him," she said. "Keep both on us—him 'n me.

Sho had not been prepared for this new experience. No girl friend had made her a confidant 110 book had como in her way which gave the modern keen analysis of a maiden's heart when first it feels tlfo emotion of love. If such a one had fallen into her hands, it would not have enlightened her. She could not read the simplest words. The few rude folk in her homo had never coupled"her namo with that of any of the swarthy hunters who, at intervals of many weeks, had climbed the mountain path. How desolato sho had been without knowing it!

Tho child came seeking her. It put up its arms and cried piteously. Sho clasped it to her heart and turned to ascend tho path.

Tho next morning sho said to her heart, "He beaut comin today." But as tho time came when she used to hear his step, sho stole to tho spot under tho blasted pine whence sho could sec* out over the level waste beyond. "He beant thar," sho said, but she smiled over at tho mountain and up at the soft, bright sky.

The next morning it was the same, and the next, and so on for many days. Longing Rains strength by delay. The days could not como fast enough. She looked eagerly across tho lowlands, for her heart bad gone that way, and her

She could.watch him all the way down the hill. eyes must of necessity follow. But as yet no shadow touched her. She went

about in her lifo of toil ana privatiot while her heart was filled with a sacrec quiet.

Ouco could not pity her even wher knowing tho untruth in the object ol her thought. It was not possible. To trust as sho did was to walk the borders of limitless bliss. It could hardly occur to her to question. Every morning and every evening sho smiled as she sent greeting over to old Mount Hood ami. up toward tho high, seretio sky.

Tho weeks dragged by. A new, strange tremor possessed her heart. A pathetic, farreaching look went out from her eyes. Tho good night to th^ clouds and to tho mountain began tci loso its iovous rinc.

Ono morning sho went much earlier to the cleared spaco and waited longer. Even then the sigh that sho gave was not for herself. Something was holding him ho could not como. It did not enter her thought that he might not como oven if tho something had broken its, grasp. Her nature was ono of trust. AU this waiting did not help her to leara, one letter of doubt. "Ho bo sick," sho assorted with sad conviction. "Th' long heat, it bo allers bringin fovers." Then sho stretched out her hands, and, though sho did not know that bending tho knee meant anything, sho knelt. Her eyes covered jthemselves with a mist of tears and refused to sco even her beloved mountain.

The noxt day passed without liia com. ing. Her thoughts grew somber. Het bright manner intermitted. In tho lute afternoon sho called tho youth to her. "I bo goin t' soe him," she said.

He was filled with an undefined senso of terror and tried to dissuade her. Sho only insisted tho more strenuously thnfc she must go. At last, grown prematurely old already, he grow prematurely -wise because he saw that Laurel was in trouble. Ho wont to the grandfather land wheedled him into lotting them jtake the boasts"and g3 for along ridq over the old desert trail.

They rode swiftly into tho "scabbydesert," with its alternations of clayey and sandy soil. On through tho graysagebrush and the greasowood—hypocrite of another and bettor shrub. Tho rocky hollows were dry and empty as if winter snows had never melted in them to servo as drink for thousands of cattle, which tho herder turns in winter upon the desert to crop tho bunch grass that lives for a few short months.

The gray and dismal ride was in harmony with tho thoughts of both. Laurel was impelled by a new feeling in whioh no thought of herself stirred, and which grow into a terriblo certainty that somo unknown ovil encompassed her beloved, holding him iu thrall.

When they reached McAlvord's for-*' tile land, they rode moro slowly until they came upon a stream. Hero they dismounted, and tho youth staid to water the beasts and to tother tlioni behind a clump of bushes, where they could browse the juicy grass upon tho borders of the stream.

Laurel went swiftly forward along the shaded drive. The sun was gone, but tho afterglow spread its radiance over the earth. As slieneared tho ranchiera the sound of happy voices greeted her. Sho stopped suddenly as if deterred from Lor purpose, bent her head and peered between tho branches of thick shrub.

Before And After.

"My dear," aaid MrB. Wederly, "what is the difference between idealism and realism?" "Idealism," replied Wederly, "is what we experienced during our engagement." "Yes," said she, "and realism?" "Oh," he replied, "that's what we are up against now."—-ChJcar sro News.

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