Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 5, Number 223, Decatur, Adams County, 14 September 1907 — Page 4

Il IB Accurate price* paid by Decatur merchants for various products. Corrected every day at 2 o’clock. BUFFALO STOCK MARKET. EAST BUFFALO, N. Y., Sept 14— Receipts, hogs, 4 cars; market steady. Prime steers @56.75 Medium steers @56.00 Stockers to best feeders.. @54.00 Receipts, hogs, 20 cars; market steady. I Mediums and heavies .... @s6.7o| Yorkers @s6 80 Pigs @56.75 Receipts, sheep, 10 cars; market steady. I Best spring lambs @sß 00 Wether sheep @55.75 1 Cuils, clipped @54.25 CHICAGO MARKETS. Chicago markets closed today at J: 15 p m., according to the Decatur Stock & Grain Exchange. September wheat 93% December wheat 98% September corn 60 December iorn 67% September oats 63 December oats 62% PITTSBURG MARKETS. Sept. 14 —Hog supply, 14 cars; market steady. Heavies @56.60 Mediums @56.75 Yorkers @56.90 Light @56.90 Pigs @s6 50 TOLEDO MARKETS. Changed every day at 3 o’clock by J. D. Hale. Decatur special wire service. September wheat 94% September corn 67% ( December corn 67% September oats 63% December oats 53% Market furnished ever* day by Niblick and Company. Wheat, new $ -86 Yellow corn 89 Mixed corn 88 White oats 47 Barley 48 Timothy seed 1-75 Prime clover 8.75 Alsyke 6.00 Butter 48 Eggs 20 STOCK. By Fred Schelman. Lambs, per cwt @56.00 Cattle, per cwt [email protected] Calves, per cwt [email protected]’ Cows, per cwt [email protected] Sheep, per cwt @54.50 Hogs, per ewt @55.75 COAL—PER TON. Hocking lump $3 60 Virginia Splint 3.80 Domestic nut 4.00 Washed nut 4.00 Pittsburg lump 0.60 Pocahontas 4.50 Kentucky Cannell 6.00 Anthrancite 7.25 Charges for carrying coal —25c per ton or fraction thereof; upstairs, 50 cents per ton. OTHER PRODUCTS. By Various Grocers and Merchants. Eggs 20c Butter, per pound 18c Potatoes 90c Lard 10c GRAIN. By G. T. Burk, successor to Carrolk Elevator company. Big 4 White Seed oats for sale or exchange to farmers. Wheat. No. 2. red $ .86 Wheat, No. 3, red 85 Oats, No. 3, white 46 Barley 48 Rye, No. 2, .65 Clover seed 8.00 ALsyke 7.50 Timothy seed 1.75 Corn 89

JACKSON HILL COAL. By George Tricker. (Wholesale.) A- or 2 Jackson Hill lump, f. o. b. mine, $2.50, f. o. b. ecatur, $3.70; cook i&zve nut, f. o. b. Decatur, $3.70; Hock >g lump, $1.75, f. o. b. mine; Hocking lump, $3.05 f. o. b. Decatur; Splint lump. $1.55 f. o. b. mine; Splint lump, 18.10 f. o. b. Decatur. i-* MARKET NOTES. Corn —& cent lower. Receipts at Chicago today: Hogs 33,000 'A'he:it 209 cars Corn 317 cars Oats 345 cars Cattle 20,000 Hogs 11,000 Estimate for tomorrow: Hogs 25,000 Oats 196 cars Wheat 449 cars Corn 266 cars WHEAT, FLOUR, ETC. The Oak Roller Mills quotation. Oak Patent flour $4.40@54 80 Bran, per ton $20.00 Middlings, per ton 20.00 Rough meal, per cwt 1.25* Kiln dried meal, per cwt 1.50 Screenings, No. 1, per bu 60 Screenings, No. 2, per bu 40 Cop teed, per ton 25.00 Wheat 86 Corn, per cwt 87 WOOL AND HIDES. By B. Kalver & Son. ’Phone 442. Wool 230@27c. HAY By S. W. Peterson No. 1 timothy, loose. .*; SIO.OO No. 2 timothy 800 No 3 timothy 7.00 No 1 mixed 800 Ma 1 nlrwipr . 8.50

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bod. speak to me, speak to me. she begged, “tell me there was no dishonor in the getting of those millions. Tell me no one was made to suffer as my father and I have suffered. Tell me that the suicides and the convicts, the daughters dragged te shame and the mothers driven to the madhouse as a result of this panic, cannot be charged to anything unfair or dishonorable that you have done. Bob, oh, Bob, answer! Answer no, or my heart will break; or if. Bob, you have made a mistake, if you have done that which in your great desire to aid me and my father seemed justifiable, but which you now see was wrong, tell it to me. Bob, dear, and together we will try to undo it. We will try to find away to atone. We will give the millions to the last, last penny to those upon whom you have brought misery. Father's loss will not matter. Together we will go to him and tell him what we have done, what we have lived through, tell him of our mistake, and in our agony he will forget his own. For such a horror has my father of anything dishonorable that he will embrace his misery as happiness when he knows that his teachings have enabled his daughter to undo this great wrong. And then, Bob, we Will be married, and you and I and father and mother will be together, and be, oh, so happy, and we will begin all over again.” "Beulah, stop; in the name of God, in the name of your love for me, don’t say another word. There is a limit to the capacity of a man to suffer, even if he be a great, strong brute like myself, and, Beulah, I have rerached that limit. The day has been a hard one.” His voice softened and became as a tired child's. ‘1 must go into the hustle of the street, into the din and sound, and get down my nerves and get back my head. Then I shall be able to think clear and true, and I will come back to you, and together we will see if I have done anything that makes me unfit to touch the cheek and the hands and the lips of the best and most beautiful woman God ever put upon earth. Beulah, you know I would not deceive you to save my body from the fires of this world, and my soul from the torture of the damned, and I promise you that if I find that I have done wrong, what you call wrong, what your father would call wrong, I will do what you say to atone.” He took her hand between his hands, gently, reverently, and touching his lips to her glorious golden hair, he went away. Beulah Sands turned to me. “Please, Mr. Randolph, go with him. He is souldazed. One can never tell what a heart sorely perplexed will prompt its owner to do. Often in the night when I have got myself into a fever from thinking of my father’s situation, I have had awful temptations. The agents of the devil seek the wretched wnen none of those they love are by. I have often thought some of the blackest tragedies of the earth might have been averted if there had been a true friend to stand at the wrung one’s elbow at the fatal minute of decision and point to the sun behind, just when the black ahead grew unendurable. Please follow Mr. Brownley than you may be ready, should his awakening to what he has done become unbearable. Tell him the dreaded morrows are never as terrible actually as they seem in anticipation.” I overtook Bob just outside the office. I did not speak to him, for I realized that he was in no mood for company. I dropped in behind, determined that I would not lose sight of him. It was almost one o’clock. Wall street was at its meridian of frenzy, every one on a wild rush. The day’s doings had packed the always crowded money lane. The newsboys were shouting afternoon editions. “Terrible panic in Wall street. One man against millions. Robert Brownley bro Ate ‘the street.’ Made twenty millions in an hour. Bank failed. Wreck and ruin everywhere. President Snow of Asterfield National a suicide." Bob gave no sign of hearing. He strode with a slow, measured gait, his head erect, his eyes staring ahead, a man thinking, thinking, thinking for his salvation. Many hurrying men looked at him. some with an expression of unutterable hatred, as though they wanted to attack him. Then again there were those who called him by name with a laugh of joy; and some turned to watch him in curiosity. It was easy to pick the wounded from those who shared in his victory, and from those who knew the frenzied finance buzz-saw only by its buzz. Boz saw none. Where could he be going? He came to the head of the street of coin and crime and crossed Broadway. His path was blocked by the fence surrounding old Trinity’s churchyard. Grasping the pickets in either hand he stared at the crumbling headstones of those guardsmen of Mammon who once walked the earth and fought their heart battles, as he was walking and

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ngnting, but who now knew no ten o’clock, no three, who looked upon the stock-gamblers and dollar-trailers as they looked upon the worms that honeycombed their headstones' bases. What thoughts went through Bob Brownley's mind only his Maker knew For minutes he stood motionless, then he walked down Broadway. He went into the Battery. The benches were crowded with that jetsam and flotsam of humanity that New York’s mighty sewers throw in armies upon her inland beaches at every sunrise. Here a sodden brute sleeping off a prolonged debauch, there a lad whose frankness of face and homespun clothes and bewildered eyes spelt .“from the farm and mother's watchful love." On another bench an Italian woman who had a halt dozen future dollar kings and social queens about her, and whose clothes told of the immigrant ship just into port. Bob Brownley apparently saw none. But suddenly he stopped. Upon a bench sat a sweet-faced mother holding a sleeping babe in her arms, while a curly-pated boy nestled his head in her lap and slept through the magic lanes and fairy woods of dreamland. The woman's face was one of those that blend the confidence of girlhood with the uncertainty of womanhood. 'Twas a pretty face, which had been plainly tagged by its Maker for a light-hearted trip through the world, but it had been seared by the iron of the city. “Mr. Brownley—" She started to rise. He gently pushed her back with a “hush,” unwilling to rob the sleepers of their heaven. “What are you doing here, Mrs. “Mrs. Chase. Mr. Brownley, when I went away from Randolph & Randolph’s office I married John Chase; you may remember him as a delivery clerk. I had such a happy home and my husband was good; I did not have to typewrite any longer. These are our two children." “What are you doing here?” The tears sprang to her eyes; she dropped them, but did not answer. “Don't mind me. woman. I, too, have hidden hells 1 don't want the world to see. Don’t mind me; tell me your story. It may do you good; it may do me good; yes, it may do me good.” I had dropped into a seat a few feet away. Both were too much occupied with their own thoughts to notice me or any one else. I could not overhear their conversation, but long afterward, when I mentioned our old stenographer, Bessie Brown, to Bob, he told me of the incident at the Battery. Her husband, after their marriage, had become infected with the stock-gambling microbe, the microbe that gnaws into its victim’s mind and heart day and night, while ever fiercer grows the "get rich, get rich" fever. He had plunged with their savings and had drawn a blank. He had lost his position in disgrace and had landed in the bucket-shop, the sub-cellar pit of the big stock exchange hell. From there a week before he had been sent to prison for theft, and that morning she had been turned into the street by her landlord. I saw Bob take from his pocket his memorandum-book, write something upon a leaf, tear it out and hand it to the woman, touch his hat, and before she could stop hhn. stride away. 1 saw her look at the paper, clap her hands to her forehead, look at the paper again and at the retreating form of Bob Brownley. Then I saw her, yes, there in the old Battery park, in the drizzling rain and under the eyes of all, drop upon her knees in prayer. How long she prayed I do not know. I only know that as I followed Bob I looked back and the woman was still upon her knees. I thought at the time how queer and unnatural the whole thing seemed. Later, I learned to know that nothing is queer and unnatural in the world of human suffering; that great human suffering turns all that is queer and unnatural into commonplace. Next day Bessie Brown came to our office to see Bob. Not being able to get at him she asked for me. “Mr. Randolph, tell me, please, what shall I do with this paper?” she said. “I met Mr. Brownley in the Battery yesterday. He saw I was in distress, and he gave me this, but I cannot believe he meant it,” and she showed me an order on Randolph & Randolph for a thousand dollars. I cashed her check and she went away. From the Battery Bob sought the wharves, the Bowery, Five Points, the hothouses of the under world of America. He seemed bent on picking out the haunts of misery In the misery-infested metropolis of the new world. For two hours he tramped and I followed. A number of times I thought to speak to him and try to win him from his mood, but I refrained. I could see there was a soul battle waging and I realized that upon its outcome might depend Bob's salvation. Some seek the quiet of the woods, the soothing rustle of the leaves, the peaceful ripple of the brook when battling for their soul, but Bob's woods appeared to be the shadowy places of misery, his rustling leaves the hoarse din of the multitude, and his brook's ripple the tears and tales of the man-damned of the er— *

city, for he stopped and conversed with many human derelicts that he met on his course. The hand of the clock on Trinity’s steeple pointed to four as we again approached the office of Randolph & Randolph. Bob i was now moving with a long, hurried j stride, as though consumed with a fever of desire to get to Beulah Seaw. For the last 15 minutes I bad wlili difficulty kept him in sight. Had he arrived at a decision, and if so, what was it? I asked myself over and over again as I plowed through th® crowds. Bob went straight to Beulah SantK office, Ito mine. I had been there hat a moment when I heard deep, guttural groans. I listened. The sound came louder than before. It <axne from Beulah Sands’ office. With a bound I was at the open door. My God, the sight that met my gaze! It haunts me even now when years have dulled its vividness. The beautiful, quiet, gray figure that had grown to be such a familiar picture to Bob and me of late, sat at the fiat desk in the center of the room. She faced the door. Her elsows rested on the desk; in her hand was an afternoon paper that she had evidently been reading when Bob entered. God knows how long she had been reading it before he came. Bob was kneeling at the side of her chair, his hands clasped and uplifted in an agony of appeal that was supplemented by the awful groans. His face showed unspeakable terror and entreaty; the eyes were I bursting from their sockets and were riveted on hers as those of a man in a dungeon might be fixed upon an approaching specter of one whom he had murdered. His chest rose and fell, as though trying to burst some unseen bonds that were crushing out his life. With every breath would come the awful groan that had first ' brought me to him. Beulah Sands had half turned her face until her eyes gazed into Bob's with a swaet, childish perplexity. I looked at her, surprised that one whom I had always seen so intelligently masterful should | be passive in the face of such anguish. Then, horror of horrors! I saw there was something missing from' ner great blue eyes. I looked; gasped. Could it possibly be? With a bound I was at her side. I gazed again into those eyes which that morning had been all that was intelligent, all that was godlike, all that was human. Their soul, their life was gone. Beulah Sands was a dead woman; not dead in body, but in soul; the magic spark had fled. She was but an empty shell —a woman of living flesh and blood; but the citadel of life was empty, the mind was gone. What had been a woman was but a child. I passed my hand across my now damp forehead. I closed my eyes and opened them again. Bob's figure, with clasped, uplifted hands, and bursting eyes, was still there. There still resounded through the room the awful guttural groans. Beulah Sands smiled, the smile of an infant in the cradle. She took one beautiful hand from the paper and passed it over Bob’s bronzed cheek, just as the infant touches its mother’s face with its chubby fingers. In my horror I almost expected to hear the purling of a babe. My eyes in their perplexity must have wandered from her face, for I suddenly became aware of a great black head-line spread across the top of the paper that she had been reading: (To be continued next Saturday.)

THE CHURCHES ZION LUTHERAN CHURCH. There will be English divine services at the Zion's Lutheran church on Sunday afternoon at 2 o’clock. Based on Luke 7:11-17, the subject of the discourse will be “The meeting of the King of terrors and the Pince of Life at the gate of the city of Nain.” Memento mori, dear readers, come and hear this sermon. You are most cordially invited. Who knows how near my end may be? Time speeds away, and death comes on; How swiftly, ah! how suddenly, May death be here, and life be gone!. My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day. J. H. Klausing, Pastor. PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH. 9:15 —Sabbath school. Subject: “Moses Pleading with Israel." Deut. 6:1-15. 10:30—Morning worship. Sermon theme: “The Glory of Life.” 6:30 —Christian Endeavor. Rally service. Subject: “God’s Omniscience.” Isai. 40: 12-41. 7:3o—Evening service. Song sermon. Tenth in the Series. Theme: The Five Looks. Illustrated in the following solos: 1 — Saved While Lookingßutler 2 — There is Life for a Look.. Taylor 3 — Look and LiveP. P. Bliss 4 — Look Upward J. M. White 5— Only a Look Ogden A very cordial Invitation to everybody to attend these services. Alfred Fowler, Pastor.

M. E CHURCH Dr. C. B. Wilcox, Pastor. Sunday school 9:15 a. m.; John Vail, superitendent. Morning sermon 10:30 a. rm Epworth League 6:30 p. m. Evening sermon 7:30 p. m. At the morning service members on probation will be received into full membership. You are cordially invited to all our services. GERMAN REFORMED. The German Reformed church will celebrate its annual mission feast. The speakers of the day will be the Rev. B. Ruf and Rev. Ph. Ruhl, of Fort Wayne. Sunday school at 9:30. “Moses Pleading with Israel.” Deut. 6:1-15. German service at 10:30. Rev. B. Ruf will preach a mission sermon. Christian Endeavor Society will meet at 2:30 in the afternoon. “Mission Work in the Cities.” Evening service conducted in English by the Rev. Ph. Ruhl. A special collection will be lifted at each service for mission work. We cordially invite friends and strangers to worship with us. Louis C. Hessert, Pastor.

SERVICES AT THE MISSION HALL There will be preaching at the Mission hall this evening at 8 o clock. Sabbath school Sunday afternoon at 1:30 p. m. C. H. Dibble, superintendent. Prayer and praise meeting at 2:30. Preaching in the evening at 7:30. Brother Frank McConnehey will preach this evening and Rev. John Gibson will preach tomorrow evening. We extend a welcome and hearty invitation to all to attend all of these services. Chancey Stetson, Leader. EVANGELICAL CHURCH. Sunday school at 9:15. A Van Camp superintendent. Morning worship at 10:30. Subject, “The Glory of the Church.” Young People's Alliance at 7:00. Evening service at 7:30. A cordial invitation is extended. A. B. Haist, Pastor. PLEASANT IEETING (Continued from page 1.) One of the most exciting events of this season was the one which was held at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Marion Reber on last Wednesday evening, when a number of friends and relatives with well filled baskets gathered at his home to remind him of his twenty-sixth birthday. Shortly after the guests arrived the tables Were arranged and filled with everything imaginable. After the supper the evening was spent in various games and contests, among which the most important was the animal contest. Mr. Reber was the recipient of many useful and valuable presents. At a late hour the guests departed to their respective homes wishing Mr. and Mrs. Reber many more such happy occasions.

The Miss Florence Sprunger is the complimentary guest at a small informal thimble party this afternoon given by Miss Perle Burdg to the following young girls: Mjsses Lettie Kintz, Emma Terveer, Georgia Meibers, Madge Hite, Ethel Barkley, Mary Hite, Florence Sprunger, Agnes Murray, Blanche Rice, Deila McDonald, Rose Smith, Mesdames Howard Burdg, Hugh Hite, Celesta Neptune. The Maccabees will meet at their lodge rooms Monday evening. All members requested to be present. Mrs. Ella SmitTi entertained twen-ty-five children of the Mission church this afternoon at her home at 427 S. Mercer street. An enjoyable time was had by all present. 0 WANTED—A room with a private family; w’ill furnish the room myself. Inquire of C. J. Grimm, Anderson and Baker’s restaurant Ninety-three acres of good land, two and one-half miles from Willshire, for sale for $6,090. See either I. L. Babcock or D. M. Gottschalk. 203-lmo-w c FOR SALE CHEAP —An oak sideboard and several other pieces of furniture. Inquire of Mrs. C. A. Dugan.

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