Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 5, Number 163, Decatur, Adams County, 6 July 1907 — Page 2

The Daily Democrat. Published Every Evening, Except Sunday, by LEW G. ELLINGHAM. Subscription Rates: Per week, by carrier 10 cents Per year, by carrier .. $5.00 Per month, b ymail 25 cents Per year, by mail $2.50 Single copies 2 cents Advertising rates made known on application. Entered at the postoffice in Decatur Indiana, as second class mail matter. J. H. HELLER, Manager. ABOUT DIFFERENT THNGS. If the Clover Leaf railway is interested in helping the movement of our business men to increase the population and plant the seed of commercial growth here, they will build a new depot. Their accommodations for receiving and handling freight are he worst ever, and the best you can say for them is to recite neglect and indifference, both as to the city and the business they receive from this point. Business men, as well as others, who use the street for a receptacle for ancient fruit, waste paper and other rubbish should read up on the city ordinances. It is not only a violation, but it is a habit that if practised at home, would mean blood on the moon. Decatur has several miles of brick streets, and the endeavor now should be made to keep it clean. We do not mean to ride a hobby, but the house situation in Decatur is serious. Some one should start the ball. Twenty-five houses could be rented at once, and fifty more will be • needed within sixty days. Decatur’s growth and factory boom is the real thing. It is no mushroom affair. Walch Decatur grow. r-r.?.-’'W2 ocnopennauer on Hypocrisy. Oh, for some Asmodeus of morality to make not only roofs and walls transparent to his favorites, but also to lift the veil of dissimulation, fraud, hypocrisy, pretense, falsehood and deception, which Is spread over all things, to show how little true honesty there is in the world and how often, even where it is least to be expected, behind all the exterior outwork of virtue, secretly and in the innermost recesses, unrighteousness sits at the helm! It is just on this account that so many men of the better kind have four footed friends, for, to be sure, how is a man to get relief from the endless dissimulation, falsity and malice of mankind if there were no dogs into whose honest faces he can look witlw"* It Killed Him. "I should fancy the laundry business Was about as easy as any to start.” “What makes you think so?” ‘‘All you have to do is to lay in a supply of starch.” “Yes.” “Well, that’ll starch you all right.” Three days after there was a burial. •—London Tit-Bits. AN AUTOMOBILE BARGAIN. FOR SALE —A Wild’s runabout automobile in first class condition. The owner wants to sell it that he may purchase a touring car. Just the thing for light travel. You can buy this machine for $275 and it’s worth twice that. Inquire at this office. HAVE YOU ROOMS TO RENT? If you have leave your name and address at Anderson & Baker’s restaurant. Rooms wanted for next week for the Ideal Carnival company people. 162-2 t o Property for sale on easy term, located west of the Clover Leaf depot. A nine room houK with plenty of pantry and closet room, porches, summer kitchen, shade trees, good well and cistern, also bam with five stalls. 161-6 t Mrs. Lida Whitright. - See Julius Haugk for building stone, crushed stone, screenings, sand, Portland cement, cement blocks and dynamite. 148-1 mo

DECATUR'S CHURCHES ST. MARYS CHURCH. First Mass at 7 o’clock Standard time. Second Mass at 9 o’clock Standard time. Vespers at 6:30 o’clock Standard time. PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH. 9:15 —Sabbath school. Lesson theme: God Feeding the Israelites in Egypt. Exodus 16:1-15. 10:30 —Morning Worship. Regular quarterly communion service. 6:30 —Christian Endeavor Society. 7:3o—evening Service. Talk theme: The Discovery of Hope. The public cordially invited to these services. Alfred Fowler, Pastor. SERVICES AT THE MISSION HALL There will be preaching at the Mission Hall this evening at Bp. m. Sunday school at 1:30 tomorrow afternoon. C. H. Dibble, superintendent. Prayer and praise meeting at 2:30 p. m. We are expecting Rev. Gibson of Monroeville, Ind., and Mrs. Mathews of Lima, Ohio, with us over Sunday. We welcome you all to all of these services. Chancey Stetson, Leader. UNITED BRETHREN. (Cor. Madison and Ninth Sts.) Rev. Daniel B. Kessinger, Pastor. Sunday school at 9:15. J. D. Stults, superintendent. Sermon at 10:30; theme, “The Duties of an American Citizen.” Y. P. C. U. at 6:30; theme “How our Lives May be Consecrated to Our Country.” Sermon at 7:30; subject, “The Other Side.” Let us be religious, that patriotism may be anchored to a rock. Everybody is invited to attend each service and assured of cordial welcome. BAPTIST CHURCH. E. Earnest Bergman, Pastor. 9:30 —Sunday school. Wildy Watts, superintendent. 10:30 —Preaching. Communion service will follow the sermon. 7:30 —Evening service. Subject. The Wedding Garment. EVANGELICAL CHURCH. Sunday school at 9:15. Morning worship at 10:30. Young People’s meeting at 6:30. Evening service at 7:30. Subject, “Test of Character.” A cordial invitation is extended to attend these services. A. B. Haist, Pastor. GERMAN REFORMED. Sunday’ school at 9:30. Exodus 16: 1-15. “God feeds Israel in the wilder, ness. German service at 10:30. Jeremiah 6:16. “Stand ye in the ways, and see. and ask for the old paths, where is the good way, and walk therein, and ye shall find rest for your souls.” Christian Endeavor Society meets at 6:45. At 7:30 Children’s day service. We have a good program. We cordially welcome friends and strangers to our services. Louis C. Hessert, Pastor. convenient Deafness. An automobilist telling of a trip through Manitoba said he stopped at a little inn near the town of Hargrave. “I found in the inn the landlord and another man. They sat side by side on a bench. They were both very old. “ ‘Excuse me, landlord,’ I said, ‘but can you tell me how far It is to Brandon? "The old man jumped up and hobbled behind the bar. “ ‘Brkndy?’ he said in a thin quaver. ‘Yes, indeed, sir, and very fine brandy it is.’ “He put the bottle and glass before me. ‘“I asked you,’ I said more loudly, ‘how far it is to Brandon?’ “ “The best brandy, of course, sir,’ he answered. ‘I don't keep nothing but the best’ “In despair I turned from tins deaf veteran to the other man on the bench. “ ‘Look here,’ I said, ‘can you tell me how far it is to Brandon?’ “The other old man, with a grateful look, rose and limped hastily up to the bar. “ "Thanks,’ he said, ‘I don’t care If I do.’” Overshot the Mark. McClusky was the manager of a large warehouse in Glasgow, and he was intensely disliked. One fine morning he announced that he had received a handsome offer from an English firm and had decided to give up his Glasgow job. His fellow employees collected a purse of sovereigns and presented ft to him as a thank offering. “Weel, weel,” raid McClusky as he took the purse. “This beats a’! I niver thocht ye liket me eae weel. But noo that I see ye’re a’ sae sorry to lose me, I think I'll no gang awa’, but jlst stop whaur I am.” He is atill in Glasgow.—Glasgow Times.

■ IN A SUBMARINE/ What Happen* a* the Vessel Take* the Plunge Beneath the Sea. Under ordinary conditions as soon as the hood is closed for the plunge the Captain opens the faucets and a quantity of water, which makes the ship heavy enough to sink, rushes into the reservoirs located at the sides of the vessel. Even the most hardened of the sailors say that the noise of the water rushing into the boat gives a lugubrious Impression, and it requires men gifted With cool beads and possessing tested courage for the hazards involved in operating these little boats. But, in spite of their fragile appearance, they are terrible instruments of war, and notwithstanding their diminutive size they are controlled by twelve men, each of whom is indispensable to their navigation. The hood once closed, the submarine is absolutely cut off from the world. Its shell, calculated to support a pressure of seven or eight atmospheres, gives it the ability in theory to go down to a distance of thirty to forty meters, but in practice it is considered sufficient to drop to a depth of fifteen meters, and at such a level it is in no danger of being flooded. The most strongly armored vessels of the ordinary type extend downward only ten meters. The vessel is directed by two vertical governors, one above and one below the stern, as they are always placed on submarines. To govern the coming up and going down of a boat there are two horizontal governors, one at the stern and one at the bow.—Metropolitan Magazine. PROPER BREATHING. More Essential Than a Beautiful Voice For Perfect Singing. I cartnot too forcibly insist that the mere possession of a lovely voice is only the basis of vocal art. Nature occasionally startles one by the prodigality of her gifts, but no student has any right to expect to sing by inspiration any more than an athlete may expect to win a race because he is naturally fleet of foot. Methods of breathing, “attack” and the use of registers must all be perfectly understood by the successful singer, who should likewise be complete master of all details relating to the structure and use of those parts above the voice box and be convinced of the necessity of a perfectly controlled chest expansion in the production of tone. For perfect singing, correct breathing, strange as it may sound, is even more essential than a beautiful voice. No matter how exquisite the vocal organ may be, its beauty cannot be adequately demonstrated without proper breath control. Here is one of the old Italian secrets which many singers of today wholly lack, because they are unwilling to give the necessary time for the full development of breathing power and control. Phrasing, tone, resonance, expression, all depend upon respiration, and, in my opinion, musical students, even when too young to be allowed the free use of the voice, should be thoroughly taught the principles of breathing.—NeUie Melba In Century. The Trouble With Decorators. The great trouble with the decorator who fails to succeed lies in his predilection for one particular school of design. He becomes a monomaniac, declares Interior Decoration, on the subject of some special school of decoration. He goes in for arts and crafts and knows nothing else. He becomes colonial mad or he affiliates with the French school, and nothing is right that isn’t French, or perhaps, being a German and German oy education, he espouses German or Flemish art, or, being English and English by education, nothing is quite correct that Is not Elizabethan or Georgian. The Early Bird. Bishop Brewster of Connecticut is noted for his funny stories, and his latest is said to be about an old reprobate who decided to repent and announced to every one that whatever wrong he had done should be made right, so a man whom he had cheated out of a large sum of money went around at midnight to demand it. “But what did you come at this hour for and wake me up? Why not wait till tomorrow?” said the old sinner crossly. “I came now,” replied the man, “to avoid the rush.” —Harper’s Weekly. A Doge’ Academy. There is an academy for canines in a certain South London borough which is known to all the prominent circus people of Europe, and which is the “old school” of many of the performing dogs in Great Britain at the present time. The interior is fitted up with trapezes, etc., and day by day all sorts of performing canines are taught their clever tricks. It is perhaps unnecessary to add that the proprietor enjoys the benefit of a first class income.—London Captain. Luck. Customer (to landlady)—Will you tell me why there should be two flies in my soup? There is none In that man’s over there. Landlady—Oh, it’s just a question of luck, sir.—Fliegende Blatter. Forestalled. Mrs. Crawford —Why was your husband more angry than usual when he came home so late? Mrs. Crabehaw — You see, dear, I w’oke up before be had time to set the clock back.—Harper’s. Hi* Motto. “Dubley says his motto is, ‘Live and learn.’ ” “Weil, If he isn’t more successful at the former than the latter we’ll be going to his funeral soon.”—Exchange.

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speaa up here, Bob,” said my father. “Well, sir, I should feel much better if I could go over there into the swirl and smash it out for myself. You see if I could win out alone and pay back the seat price, and then make a pile for myself, if you felt later like giving me another chance to conje into the firm, then I should not be laying myself open to the charge of being a mere pensioner on your friendship. You know what I mean, sir, and won’t think I am filled with any low-down pride, but if you will let me have the price of a stock exchange seat on my note, and will give me the chance, when I get the hang of the ropes, to handle some of the firm's orders, I shall be just as much beholden to you and Jim, sir, and shall feel a lot better myself.” I knew what Bob meant; so did father, and we were glad enough to do what he asked, father insisting on making the seat price in the form of a present, after explaining to us that a foundation stock exchange rule prohibited an applicant from borrowing the seat price. Four years after Bob Brownley entered the stock exchange he had paid back the forty thousand, frith interest, and not only had a snug fifty thousand to his credit on Randolph & Randolph's books, but was sending home six thousand a year while living up to, as he jokingly put it, “an honest man's notch.” I may say in passing, that a Wall street man’s notch would make twice six thousand yearly earnings cast an uncertain shadow at Christmas time. Bob was the favorite of the exchange, as he had been the pet at school and at college, and had his hands full of business 300 days in the year. Besides Randolph & Randolph's choicest commissions, he had the confidential orders of two of the heavy plunging cliques. I had just passed my thirty-second birthday when my kind old dad suddenly died. For the previous six years I had been getting ready for such an event; that is, I had grown accustomed to hearing my father say: "Jim, don't let any grass grow in getting the hang of every branch of our business, so that when anything happens to me there will be no disturbance in ‘the Street’ in regard to Randolph & Randolph’s affairs. I want to let the world know as soon as possible that after I am gone our business will run as it always has. So I will work you into my directorships in those companies where

’ MM ' V ’’HL “Jim If Those Microbes Ever Get Unleashed, There’ll be Mischief to Pay on the Floor.”

we have Interests and gradually put you Into my different trusteeships.” Thus at father’s death there was not a ripple in our affairs and none of the stocks known as "The Randolph’s" fluttered a point because of that, to the financial world, momentous event. I inherited all of father’s fortune other than four millions, which he divided up among relatives and charities, and took command of a business that gave me an Income of two millions and a half a year. Once more I begged Bob to come into the firm. "Not yet, Jim,” he replied. 'Tve got my seat and about a hundred thousand capital, and I want to feel tbat I'm free to kick my heels until I have rakA-i together an even million all of my own making; then I’ll settle down with you, old mas, and hold my handle of the plow, and if some good girl happens along about that time —well, then it will be ‘An ivy-colored cot’ for mine.” He laurhed, and I laughed. too Bob

was looked upon by all his friends as a bad case of woman-shy. No woman, young or old, who had in any way crossed Bob’s orbit but had felt that fascination, delicious to all women, in the presence of: A soul by honor schooled, A heart by passion ruled—but he never seemed to see it. As my wife—for I had been three years married and had two little Randolphs to show that both Katherine Blair and I knew what marriage was so tired of saying, “Poor Bob! He's woman-blind, and it looks as though he would never get his sight in that direction.” “Then again, Jim,” he continued in a tone of great seriousness, “there's a little secret I have never let even you Into. The truth is I am not safe yet—not safe to speak for the old house of Randolph & Randolph. .Yes, you may laugh—you who are, and always have been, as staunch and steady as the old bronze John Harvard in the yard, you. who know Monday mornings just whatj you are going to do Saturday and all the days and nights in between, and who always do it. Jim, I have found since I have been ovm on the floor that the southern gambling blood that made by grandfather, on one of his trips back from New York, though be had more land and slaves than he could use, stake his land and slaves —yes, and grandmother's too—on a card game, and —lose, and change the whole face of the Brownley destiny—those same gambling microbes are in my blood, and when they begin to claw and gnaw I want to do something; and. Jim”— and the big brown eyes suddenly shot sparks—“if those microbes ever get unleashed, there 11 be mischief to pay on the floor —sure there will!” Bob’s handsome head was thrown back; his thin nostrils dilated as though there was in them the breath of conflict. The lips were drawn across the white Weth with just part enough to show- their edges, and in the depths of the eyes was a dark-red blaze that somehow gave the impression one gets in looking down some long avenue of black at the instant a locomotive headlight rounds a curve at night. Twice before, way back in our college days, I had had a peep at this gambling tempter of Bob’s. Once in a poker game in our rooms, when a crowd of New York classmates tried to run him out of a hand by the sheer weight of coin. And again at the

a tHuv. nuuae a. new ixjnuou on eve of a varsity boat race, when a Yale crowd shook a big wad of money and taunts at Bob until with a yell he left his usually well-leaded feet and frightened me, whose allowance was dollars to Bob’s cents, at the sum total of the bet cards he signed before he cleared the room of Yale money and came to with a white face streaming with cold perspiration. These events had passed out of my memory as the ordinary student breaks that any hotblooded youth is liable to make in like circumstances. As I looked at Bob that day, while he tried to tell me that the business of Randolph & Randolph would not be safe in his keeping, I had to admit to myself that I was puzzled. I had regarded my old college chum not only as the best mentally harnessed man I had ever met, but I knew him as the soul of honor, that honor of the old story-books, and I could not credit his being tempted to jeopardize unfairly the rights of property of another. But It was habit with me to let Bo* Mhve Ms wav. aad I did

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press him to come into our flrm as a full partner. Five years later, during which time affairs, business and social, had been slipping along as well as either o or I could have asked, I was preparing for another sit-down to show my chum that the time had now come for him to help me in earnest, when a queer thing happened —one of those unaccountable incidents that God sometimes sees fit to drop across the lifepaths of His children, paths heretofore as straight and far-ahead visible as highways along which one has never to look twice to see where he is traveling; one of those events that, looked at retrospectively, are beyond all human understanding. It was a beautiful July Saturday noon and Bob and I had just "packed up” for the day preparatory to joining Mrs. Randolph on my yacht for a run down to our place at Newport. As we stepped out of his office one of the clerks announced that a lady had come in and had particularly asked to see Mr. Brownley. "Who the deuce can she be, coming in at this time on Saturday, just when all alive men are in a rush to shake the heat and dirt of business for food and the good air of all outdoors?” growled Bob. Then he said, “Show her in.” Another minute and he had his answer. A lady entered. “Mr. Brownley?” She waited an instant to make sure he was the Virginian. Bob bowed, “I am Beulah Sands, of Sands Landing, Virginia. Your people know our people, Mr. Brownley, probably well enough for you to place me.” “Os the Judge Lee Sands’?” asked Bob, as he held out his hand. “I am Judge Lee Sands’ oldest daughter,” said the sweetest voice I had ever heard, one of those mellow, rippling voices that start the imagination on a chase for a mocking bird, only to bring it up at the pool beneath the brook-fall in quest of the harp of moss and watercresses that sends a bubbling cadence into its eddies and swirls. Perhaps it was the southern accent that nibbled off the corners and edges of certain words and languidly let others mist themselves together, that gave it its luscious penetration — however that may be, it was the most no-yesterday-no-to-morrow voice I had ever heard. Before I grew fully conscious of the exquisite beauty of the girl, this voice of hers spelled its way into my brain like the breath of some bewitching oriental essence. Nature, environment, the security of a perfect marriage have ever combined to constitute me loyal to my chosen one, yet as I stood silent, like one dumb, absorbing the details of the loveliness of this young stranger who had so suddenly swept into my office, it came over me that here was a woman intended to enlighten men who could not understand that shaft which in all ages has without warning pierced men's hearts and souls—love at first sight. Had there not been Katherine Blair, wife and mother—Katherine Blair Randolph, who filled my loveworld as the noonday August sun fills the old-fashioned well with nestling warmth and restful shade —after this interval, looking back at the past, I dare ask the question—who knows but that I too might have drifted from the secure anchorage of my slow Yankee blood and floated into the deep waters? Beauty, the cynic’s scoff, is in the eye of the beholder, or in an angle of vision—mere product of lime-light, point of view, desire—but Beulah Sands' was beauty beyond cavil, superior to all analysis, as definite as the evening star against the twilight sky. In height medium, girlish, but with a figure maturely modeled, charmingly full and rounded, yet by very perfection of proportion escaping suggestion of “plumpness.” The head, surrounded and crowned with a wealth of dark golden hair, rested on a neck that would have seemed short had its slender column sprung less graciously from the lovely lines of the breast and shoulders beneath. It was on the face, however, and finally on the eyes that one’s glances inevitably lingered —the face rose-tinted, with dimples in either of the full cheeks, entering laughing protest against the sad droop that brought slightly down the corners of a mouth too large perhaps for beauty, if the coral curve of the lips had been less exquisitely perfect. The straight, thin-nostriled nose, the broad forehead, the square, full jaw almost as low at the points where they come beneath the ears as at the chin suggested dignity and high resolve coupled with a power of purpose, rare in woman. The combination of forehead, Jaw, and nose wag seldom seen. Had it been possessed by a man it would sure,y have driven him to the tented field for his profession. But the greatest glory of Beulah Sands was her ’ erT Er “ y ' Tery blue, vivid with all the glamour of her personality, full of smiles and tears and •oirituaJlty and passion, ope luatanL

isoysßhoes] I. ... ] i Boys’ Shoes Is your boy hard on on his shoes? Most boys are. That’s why we had a special bird built —one that will stand the abuse that the average boy gives bis shoes. Parents, who buy them, find that less money is re. quired 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. rranKiy innocent, tney ntummatea ta« face of a blonde Madonna; the next, seen through the extraordinary, long jet-black eyelashes underneath th* finely penciled black brows, they ct ressed, coquetted, allured. I afterwaii found much of this girl's purely physical fascination lay in this strange blending of English fairness with Aadalusian tints, though the abiding quality of her charm was surely in ai exaltation of spirit of which she raigbi make the dullest conscious. As she stood looking at Bob in my office tint long-ago noon, gracefully at ease in» suit of gray, with a gray-featheref turban on her head, and tiay iac« bands at neck and wrist, she was verf exquisite, exceedingly dainty, and, though southerner of southerners, very unlike the typical brunette girl »h» comes out of Dixie land. This girl who came into our offic* that July Saturday, just in time to i» terfere with the outing Bob Brownley and I had laid out, and who wai destined to divert my chum's hereto fore smooth-flowing river of existent* and turn it into an alternation of roar ing rushes and deadly’ calms, was truly the most exquisite creature one conk conceive of. I know my thought mud have been Bob's, too, for his eyes wert riveted on her face. She dropped th* black lashes like a veil as she went on: “Mr. Brownley, I have just conn from Sands Landing. I am very ant ious to talk with you on a busines matter. I have brought a letter to ya from my father. If you have othei engagements I can wait until Monday although," and the black veiling lashei lifted, showing the half-laughing, half pathetic eyes, “I wanted much to lay my business before you at the earliest minute possible.” There was a faint touch of »PP« in the charming voice as she sp<** that was irresistible, and we were botl willing to forget we had lunch wait ing us on the Tribesman. (To be continued next week 1 ■ CONTRACTORS NOTICE. The diagram for water closets at the south ward and north ward sen buildings will be at the F. '• ill ' s grocery store after July Ist for purpose of receiving bids on samft whic hmust be received by Monday evening, July Bth. c — VITAE ORE Just received a freeh supply of the Vitae Ore remedys for sale at resldencei, 313 Adams street or a Fred Mills’ store on Second W. H. Myers, Decatur, Ind. A?® Adams county. “ ■ —o Money to loan on farms at ’o’ of interest No commission. P* 1 payments allowed and interest s ped. DORE B. ERWIN, Tues & Fri Attorney-at-I-**-