Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 5, Number 158, Decatur, Adams County, 29 June 1907 — Page 2

The Daily Democrat. Published Every Evening, Except Sun 1 day, by LEW G. ELLINGHAM. Subscription Rates. Per week, by carrier 10 cents Per year, by carrier $5.00 Per month, by mail 25 cents Per ytar, by mail $2.50 Single copies 2 cents Advertising rates made known on application. Entered at the postofflce tn Decatur Indiana, as second class mail matter. J. H. HELLER. Manager. The estate of the late President McKinley was worth $300,000 at his death and all of it went to his wife during her life time. It was increased under her management and recently descended to his two sisters and his late brother Abner's daughter. Mrs. McKinley had a large estate of her own, which came from her brother, George Saxson, who was killed under sensational circumstances at Canton, the facts of which were largely suppressed. This estate now goes to her sister, Mrs. Barber, and the Barber children. —South Bend Times. THE DEADLY “FOURTH” PISTOL The usual displays of Fourth of July pistols and revolvers are being made, and youngsters are invited as usual to purchase revolvers and blank cartridges for use in celebrating the day. If any precautions have been taken to prevent the sale of the dangerous weapons they are not noticeable. Every’ Fourth "of July celebration adds to the mortality list of every large city, where blank cartridges revolvers are sold freely and in spite of any law or police regulation against their use. Every year persons are killed outright by the reckless users of weapons, and hundreds who are wounded with blank cartridges die of tetanus after suffering excruciating agony. And thus far every appeal for the suppression of the blank cartridge revolver has failed to receive proper attention. Year after year the sale of weapons is denounced, especially after the causualty record of the Fourth is published, and threats and promises to have legislatures make unlawful the sale of the revolvers and cartridges are made ony to be forgotten in a few days and never alluded to again until the next record is printed. Nearly all the victims of the Fourth of July revolvers are boys, who are eager to buy them almost anywhere as independence day approaches. The revolvers are cheap affairs, and so are the cartridges. The cheaper they are the more dangerous both are bound to be. The celebration of the Fourth has become a menace to life and limb. The celebrators are no longer satisfied with the ordinary explosives that were used years ago, but must have high explosives that will make most noise, and which are most dangerous. Their use should be prevented not only by ordinance and statute but by drastic action on the part of the authorities. An evil is best remedied in its inception.—Harrisburg Stax-Inde-pendent. EDITORIAL CLIPPINGS. By failing to agree after taking 150 ballots, the Democrats of the Fifth congressional district of Oklahoma have made it reasonably clear that they are Democrats of the most modern type.—lndianapolis News. Henry Watterson gives it as his opinion that the next president of the United States will have a mustache. Mr. Fairbanks can see no reason why the colonel mightn’t have made the hint a little broader by adding chin whiskers.—Chicago Record Herald. Governor Folk says he has never given any consideration to the question of being a presidential candidate. The Star would hesitate to criticise a Missouri gentleman, but really, would not courtesy to the people who

have been nominating him call for some consideration by him —say five minutes or so, —Muncie Star. An Indian Territory farmer has made $1,620 from twenty acres of potatoes, and expects SI,OOO from a second crop of the same vegetable on the same piece of land. —St. Louis Globe-Democrat. Here is a get-rich-quick scheme which we cheerfully recommend to any man who has the price of twenty acres and a longing for more room. The corporation pfapers are now singing the praises of Governor Hughes because he had the courage to veto the two-cent fare bill. That's nothing; the United States senate has several members who for years have had the courage to oppose every good meausure and follow the dictation of the railroads. —Commoner. COSTLY ERRORS (Continued from Page 1.) know how. and are gloating over our defeat. The two teams will meet on the Fourth of July the first game being played at Bluffton in the morning and the two (teams will meet here in the afternoon, and we predict that we will take their scalps in both of these contests and the fans will then be contented again. So cheer up and pull hard for the team, cut out the knocking and forget the loss of this game, and the results in the future will be much better. Decatur. AB R H PO A E Nash, rs 4 1 0 0 0 0 Behringer, ss.. 2 11 0 3 2 Linderbeck, cf. 3 3 2 3 0 0 Burns, If -3 11 1 0 0 Weber, lb .... 4 0 1 11 0 0 Pierce, 2b .... 4 0 1 3 2 0 Sealts, c 4 0 0 4 1 0 Witham, 3b ... 4 0 0 2 4 3 Geyer, p 4 0 0 0 3 0 Totals 32 6 6 25 13 5 Bluffton. AB R H PO A E Boyd, cs-rs ... 5 11 1 0 0 Gouhl, cf-p .... 4 0 1 0 3 1 Gillis, If 5 1 0 1 0 0 Larue, 3b .... -2 2 11 6 0 Pfefferle, lb .. 4 0 1 15 11 Fogel, c 4 0 1 8 0 0 Zanglein, ss .-2 2 0 0 2 0 Squibbs, 2b .. 3 11 0 3 0 Whalen, p .... 2 0 0 11 0 Johnson 2 0 1 0 0 0

Totals 33 77 27 16 2 Decatur 3 0 1 0 2 0 0 0 o—6 Bluffton 2 0100002 I—7 Summary— Base on balls —Off Geyer 4; off Whalen 2. Left on bases—Decatur 4; Bluffton 5. Wild pitches —Geyer, Guhl. Struck out—By Geyer 5; Whalen 2; Guhl 2. Double plays—Larue to Pfefferle to Larue. Hit by ptcher —Linderbeck, Zanglein. Three base hit—Burns. Two base hit—Boyd. Home run—Behringer. Time of game —2 hours. Umpire—Gormley. NOTES. And the worm turned. Five big errors tell the tale of woe. Geyer pitched a beautiful game and deserved to win. Fully three hundred people watched the returns as they were posted by bulletin in the window. The games between the rival teams new stand one and one and we predict that the park at this place will not hold the crowd that turns out the Fourth. The locals hit most timely yesterday and with an even break in the fielding would have carried away the game by a score of six to three. Behringers home run was a little fly ball over the first baseman's head that became lost in the grass and before the ball was recovered he had made the circuit. Burns’ three base hit in the first inning was one of the longest hits ever made on the Bluffton grounds, and it drove in two runs, he scoring later on a hit by Weber. Dunkirk defeated Richmond yesterday at Richmond by a score of 3 to 0. Frankfort went down in defeat before Lebanon yesterday at Lebanon by a score of 4 to 1. Portland defeated Van Wert at Van Wert yesterday by a score of 11 to 8. The team goes to Dunkirk Sunday, where they will meet that fast bunch and the boys are confident of taking their sealps. The first of the series of skirmishes scehduled to take place between the Bluffton and Decatur ball teams happened at Decatur yesterday and Bluff-

ton lost the game so completely that they were hardly in it. The score was 6 to 0, and it was all done on clean hitting, as Bluffton only had one error.—Frankfort Crescent. The base ball fan is a novel specimen of animal life not covered by the nature fakers in their extensive research work. He is a howling reality. While rare in one sense, he is very prevalent in America. In fact, it would be quite impossible to hurl a rock in any healthy community without hitting a few. By virtue of his appropriately constructed brain cells the average fan is subjected to a varied assortment of emotions, ranging all the way from ping to pong. One moment he may be astride the Pike s Peak of ecstacy and the next in the bottomless pit of despair. A small army of base ball players will be in Hartford City the next few days. Players began to arrive Friday and practice has begun. No less than 20 men will be here for trial and the team will be selected from those making the best showing not only in fielding their position but hitting and base running as well. There is no scarcity of good players and the team that will represent Hartford City will be a fast one.—Hartford City Gazette. — o A Dog Detective. In 1829 a peasant was found murdered in a -wood in the department of the Loire, France, with his dog sitting near the body. No clew could at first be gained as to the perpetrators of the crime, and the victim's widow continued to live in the same cottage, accompanied always by the faithful dog. In February, 1537, two men, apparently travelers, stopped at the house, requesting shelter from the storm, which was then granted, but no sooner had the dog seen them than he flew at them with great fury and would not be pacified. As they were quitting the house one of them said to the other, "That rascally dog has not forgotten us.” This raised the suspicion of the widow, who overheard it, and she applied to the gendarmes in the neighborhood, who followed and arrested the men. After a long examination one of the criminals confessed.—Ralph Neville in Outing Magazine.

A New Phase of Biology. A widow recently came from Albany to live with relatives in Brooklyn. Her new neighbors discovered that she was given to romancing about small matters. On her own behalf she claimed to take the “poetic view” of life. But one of her neighbors was inclined to use a “shorter and more ugly word” in describing the trait Among other things the woman from Albany stated that her late husband was a biologist in the state’s service, presumably at Albany. Later on it was learned that he really had been in the state’s service, doing time at Sing Sing for a small forgery. A professor’s wife came to the rescue. “Biologist is the poetic term, all right,” she said. “My busband tells me a biologist is a student of cell life.’—Brooklyn Eagle. He Couldn't Plow. A certain incident connected with the great Napoleon while he was in exile in Elba is commemorated in the island to this hour by an inscription affixed to the wall of a peasant’s house. A man named Giaconi was plowing when the famous exile came along one day and expressed au interest in his work. Napoleon even took the plowshare out of the man’s hand and attempted to guide it himself. But the oxen refused to obey him, overturned the plow and spoiled the furrow. The inscription runs thus: “Napoleon the Great, passing by this place in MDCCCXIV, took in the neighboring field a plowshare from the hands of a peasant and himself tried to plow, but the oxen, rebellious to those bands which yet had guided Europe, headlong fled from the furrow.” Greenland Whales. The great Greenland whale has no teeth, its baleen plates, or whalebone, taking their place. Along the center of the palate runs a strong ridge, and on each side of this there is a wide depression along which the plates are inserted. These are long and flat, hanging free, and are placed across the mouth with their sides parallel and near each other. The base and outer edge of the plates are of solid whalebone, but the inner edges are fringed, filling up the Interior of the mouth and acting as a strainer for the food, which consists of the small swimming mollusks and medusae or jellyfish. A Man’s Career. A man ought to look upon his career as a great artist looks upon his masterpiece, as an out-picturing of his best self, upon which he looks with infinite pride and a satisfaction which nothing else can give. Yet many people are so loosely connected with their vocation that they are easily separated from it.—Success Magazine. The Old Order Changes. The old Scots parliament decreed that “golf and football shall be utterly cry it dune,” and today the Scots parliament does not exist, while football and golf have Inherited the earth-— Edinburgh Dispatch. Every good action prompts to a rep* tltlon thereof.

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Chapter 1. “Friday, the 13th; I thought as much, If Bob has started, there will be hell, but I will see what I can do." The sound of my voice as I dropped the receiver seemed to part the mists of five years and usher me into the world of Then as though it had never passed on. I had been sitting In my office, letting the tape slide through my fingers while its every yard spelled "panic tn a constantly rising voice, when they told me that Brownley on the floor of the exchange wanted me at the 'phone, and “quick." Brownley was our junior partner and floor man. He talked with a rush. Stock exchange floor men in panics never let their speech hobble. "Mr. Randolph, it’s sizzling over here, and it’s getting hotter every see ond. It's Bob—that is evident to all. If he keeps up this pace for 20 minutes longer, the sulphur will overflow ‘the street’ and get into the banks and into the country, and no man can tell how much territory will be burned over by to-morrow. The boys have begged me to ask you to throw yourself into the breach and stay him. They agree you are the only hope now.” “Are you sure, Fred, that this is Bob's work?" I asked. “Have you seen him?”

“Yes, I have just come from his

, | Swim •Mr. Randolph, It’s Sizzling Over Here and Getting Hotter Every Second."

office, and glad I was to get out. He's on the war-path, Mr. Randolph—iglier than I ever saw him. The last time he broke loose was child’s play to his mood to-day. Mother sent me word this morning that she saw last night the spell was coming He had been up to see her and sisters, and mother thought from his tone he was about to disappear again. When she told me of his mood, and I remembered the day, I was afraid he might seek his vent here. Also I heard of his being about town till long after midnight. The minute I opened his office door he flew at me like a panther. I told him I had only dropped in on my rounds for an order. as they were running off right smart, and I didn't know but he might like to pick up some bargains. ‘Bargains!’ he roared, ‘don’t yon know the day? Don’t you knew it is Friday, the 13th? Go back to that hell-pit and sell, sell.' ‘Sell what and how much?’ I asked. ‘Anything, everything. Give the thieves every share they ■will take, and when they won't take any more, ram as much again down their crops until they spit up all they have been buying for the last three months!’ Going out I met Jim Holliday and Frank Swan rushing in. They are evidently executing Bob’s orders, and have been pouring Anti-People's out for an hour. They will be on the floor again in a few minutes, so 1 thought it safer to call you before I started to sell. Mr. Randolph, they cannot take much more of anything in here, and if I begin to throw stocks over, it will bring the gavel inside of ten minutes, and that will bo to announce a dozen failures. It's yet 20 minutes to one, aud God only knows what will happen before three. It’s up to you, Mr. Randolph, to do something, and unless I am on a bad slant, you haven’t ?:ary minutes to lose." It was then I dropped the receiver with “I thought m much!” As I

had been fingering the tape, watching five and ten millions crumbling from price values every few minutes, I was sure this was the work of Bob Brownley. No one else in Wall street had the power, the nerve, and the devilish cruelty to rip things as they had been ripped during the last 20 minutes. The night before I had passed Bob in the theater lobby. I B* ve him close scrutiny and saw the look of which I of all men best knew the meaning. The big brown eyes were set on space; the outer corners of the handsome mouth were drawn hard and tense as though weighted. As I had my wife with me it was impossible to follow him, but when I got home I called up his house and his clubs, intending to ask him to run up and smoke a cigar with me. but could locate him nowhere. I tried again in the morning without success, but when just before noon the tape began to jump and flash and snarl. I remembered Bob's ugly mood, and all it portended. Fred Brownley was Bob’s youngest brother, 12 years his junior. He had been with Randolph & Randolph from the day he left college, and for over a year had been our most trusted stock exchange man. Bob Brownley. when himself, was as fond of his "baby brother,” as he called him, as his beautiful southern mother was of both; but when the devil had posses-

sion of Bob—and his option during the past five years had been exercised many a time—mother and brother had to take their place with all the rest of the world, for then Bob knew no kindred, no friends. All the wide world was to him during those periods a jungle peopled with savage animals and reptiles to hunt and fight and tear and kill. It is hardly necessary for me to explain who Randolph & Randolph are. For more than 60 years the name has spoken for itself in every part of the world where dollar-making machines are installed. No railroad is financed, no gfeat “industrial” projected. without by force of habit, hat-in-handing a by-your-leave of Randolph A Randolph, and every nation when entering the market for loans, knows that the favor of the foremost American bankers Is something which must be reckoned with. I pride myself that at 42, at the end of ten years I have had the helm of Randolph & Randolph, I have done nothing to mar the great name my father and uncle created, but something to add to its sterling reputation for honest dealing, fearless, old-fashioned methods, and all-round integrity. Bradstreet's and other mercantile agencies say in reporting Randolph & Randolph: "Worth fifty millions and upward, credit unlimited.” I can take but small praise for this, for the report was about the same the day I left college and came to the office to "learn the business.” But, as the survivor of my great father and uncle, I can say, my Maker as my witness, that Randolph & Randolph have never loaned a dollar of their millions at over legal rates, six per cent, per annum; have never added to their hoard by any but fair, square business methods; and that blight of blights, frenzied finance, has yet to find a lodging place beneath tLe old black-and-gold sign that father and uncle nailed up with their own hands ever the entrance.

i was graduated Nineteen years * classmßt e and from Harvard. Hichmond, chum, Bob Brownley Va„ was graduated We had class poet, I. > ar * gt p au l s been four years together at, 8 previous to enter n « h we o f girl and lover were fonder tmw each other. . - 0 g pare. My people .. d northern horse sense. The the poor as church mice but l brilliant, virile blood o southern oligarchy an rfde of "salaam-to-no-one Dlx.e-lan before-the-war days wn fQund prodigality and hospital ty "“7. «h.r, r 1 pillars of southern gone through congress wd th of his country to th ® t ““* dow ( and Not Spare," which left his wmo . and three younger daughters and a small son dependent upon Bob. el Xy a warm summer afternoon a8 Bob and 1 paddled down he Charles and often on a cold, crispy < SS £ we sat in my shooting-box on the Cape Cod shore, had we up for our future. I was to have the inside run of the great banking uses of Randolph & Randolph and ( Bob was eventually to represent my father s firm on the floor ° f ’ exchange. “I'd die in an office Bob used to say, "and the floor of the stock exchange is just the chimn y place to roast my hoe-cake In. bo when our college days were over my l able old father stood us up against the wall in his office, and tried us by his tests, and proud we both were when dad said: “Jim. you and Bob have chosen well. You. Jim, are just the ; chap to step into my shoes, and Bob is cut to a thirty-second and sixty-fourth for the floor.” Proud we were, not so much because of what my father s decision meant for our future, for we knew we should get into the business all right, but because our judgment was Indorsed by one we both thought as near infallible as man could be in anything pertaining to business affairs. Bob was then 22 and I a year older —I one of your raw-boned New England lads, not much for prettiness, but willing to weigh in race-day with any of them for steadiness and staying qualities; Bob as handsome as they made them, six feet tall in his gym sandals straight as an arrow, with the form of an Indian, and one of those clean, brave, all-for-heart-noth-iiig-for-pollcy, smiling faces to which men yield willing friendliness, and women, idolatry. Bob's eyes were as big and round and purple-brown as an English bulldogs, unfathomable, at once mild and stern, with a childish come-and-go perplexity; his nose »S straight as though chiseled by a master for a Greek medallion, with thin curved lips to correspond, and a high, broad forehead, whose whiteness was set off by a luxuriance of hair that seemed jet-black, but was of the same rare purple-brown as his eyes. But it was the poise of Bob's head that gave his good looks their crown. Whoever has seen a bunch of two-year-old colts in a long-grass Kentucky paddock, when the darky boy lets loose his shrill whistle at “taking-up time." is sure to remember one that threw up its head and kept it poised to make sure it had caught the call. Grace, strngth and unharnessed wayward leadership are there personified. Some such suggestion was ever in the carriage of Bob's shapely bead and vigorous figure, and dull indeed would be the man or woman who failed to recognize the man's rare distinction and masterfulness. Indeed, as I said a bit back, Bob Brownley was by all odds one of the handsomest men I have ever seen, but besides that, he was a sterling, manly, unaffected fellow, as true as steel, as brave as a lion and the best comrade friend ever had. Perhaps It was because his father's death had saddled Bob's youth with the heavy responsibilities of husbanding and directing his family’s slim finances that he took to business as a swallow to the air. We entered the office of Randolph & Randolph on the same day, and on its anniversary, a year later, my father summoned us into his office for a sort of tally-up talk. Neither of us quite knew what was coming, and we thrilled with pleasure when he said: "Jim, you and Bob have fairly outdone my expectations. I have had my eye on both of you and I want you to know that the kind of industry and business intelligence you have shown here would have won you recognition in any banking house on ‘the street.’ I want you both in the firm—Jim to learn his way round so he can step Into my shoes; you. Bob, to take one of the firm's seats on the stock exchange." Bob's face went red and then pale with happiness as he reached for my father's hand. "I’m very grateful to you, sir far more so than words can say. but I want to talk this proposition of yours over with Jim here first. He knows me better than anyone else in the I world and I’ve some Ideas I'd like to thrash out with hi fn ” (To be continued.) — WANT A TEAM OF COLTS? I have for sale a team of the best colts ever offered for sale in this county at the price. They are two-year-old, and sound and good workers, and the pair weigh 3,000 pounds. It’s a bargain If you need them. If you ™t them see D. W. Beery or A. Boch at Decatur, Ind., quick. ts

Boys’ Shoes Is your boy hard on on his shoes? Most boys are. That’s why we had a special kind built —one that will stand the abuse that the average boy gives his shoes. Parents, who buy them, find that less money is required to keep the boy in shoes. Box and Patent Calf are the leathers used. They come in every new shape —the same styles as the men wear. The? hustling boy is the fellow we like to fit with shoes, and we’ve the shoes to hold him. Winnes Shoe Store. T. C. Corbett SELLS r* i if d W ••As you would chooit ufritnd, so chomf your itusuntry." We sell and recommend the latest I _ and best ataticnery made. \ Shall h* P lea,ed ,0 show you samples at J-'TTTT/ any time, and help you in your selection. CALL ON Cin Inicking Co. STOhSEt. IHCW'T, Eli. Heavv Work a Specialty Phone- 664 Satisfaction Guaranteed SEE Haefling & Ernst FOR ALL KIkDS OF Electric Wiring WORK GUARANTEED COURTEOUS RELIABLE CONSERVATIVE FIRST NATIONAL BANK Commercial Loanc made Interest Paid on Certificate* Exchange aold all point* CONTRACTORS NOTICE. : The diagram for water closets aj • the south ward and north ward I buildings will be at the F. V i i grocery store after July Ist for * i purpose of receiving blds on sam • i; whic hmust be received by ’ evening, July Bth. “ ''