Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 7, Number 303, Decatur, Adams County, 24 December 1909 — Page 7

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SPECIAL SALEH: Oranges, per doz . . . 18c %lb Bon-Bon Box . . . 20c Nuts, per lblsc Holly per lbloc Home made candy a lb . 10c Holly, Evergreen MagFactory candy, lb . . . .6c nolia2oc Come and see the goods before you buy. Remember you can buy home made candy for 10c, the purest of all candies. Give us a call. -• .... NEIDLINGER & COLCHIN At the Interurban Station. ■K. ' • djLJS ■ Sand, Water F * 1 11 J and Portland ■HMMPni'ialuMtl' d»l VAfl 1* WI Cement only We refer you to the publisher of this paper. • I , THE PtTTYJOHN COMMIT, 666 C...1 St. T™ Are You Tired of Taking Medicine? We know you are tired of do not ing to your physician to ha'.e sh ‘ ou id aot find blame you for being tired, b because fault with the doctor, that ' .• bt he CO uld. made him your choice, and h Yon You should not censure him toow i n g his ability should not censure him f Whv? Because you better to cure such disease.. • You shoU i d know he has so many d^ e J s . for his best efforts but not regret for having paid h {ailed t 0 get the reif you are discouraged an t 0 tf y the wondersults you have hoped for v <■ ) ful vegetable treatment P. c. W. SPECIAL TREATMENT for one month and !f i* suffer with fund your mono”- Ca Stomach troubles for Rhenmatism. K.dney. Liver K ls the P rlce . X m fr V it and be convinced, over and today' trV u « ~A . .n>NY t. HOLTHOUSE

I DEW YEAR GIFT, By BEVERLY WORTHINGTON. [Copyright, 1903, by American Press Association.] “Mr. Bickford," suid the president, “you are aware, I suppose, that this business is solely for making money. What pays goes; what doesn't pay does not go. Besides, my stockholders keep me up to making dividends. If I don’t pay dividends my head goes oft. We can get your work done for half of the salary we pay you. We shall not need your services after the Ist of January." “But, Mr. Tlnkham, I’ve been with you sixteen years. I'm now thirty-six. Places are being tilled by younger men. i fear 1 may not get another.” “That is your misfortune." “1 don’t know what I shall”— "1 have no time to listen to what your future may be. I have other mutters to attend to.” Bickford fretted over his discharge till it made him ill. One day a chum said to him: "Bickford, I tell you what you do. You’ve got $1,600, 1 know. Spend half of it having a good time. Resign your position and go off where you'll find something to distract your attention from this bugbear. When you feel strong come back and go to work at anything you can get to do. If you stay here you'll go under.” Bickford took the advice. He went to Florida, putting up at a hotel where he paid $5 a day for his board, and stayed there a month. Instead of getting matters Into a better he got them into a worse tlx. He fell desperately in love.

The object of Bickford’s affection was Miss Maida Tibbetts, a young girl who was staying at one of the less pretentious hotels. It was more quiet and comfortable than the caravansary where Bickford was staying, and Miss Tibbetts’ mother, an invalid, was with her, and the house was better fitted for such a person. Nevertheless from appearances there was no money In the Tibbetts family. Bickford felt that he was playing a contemptible part In making it appear by the amount that he daily expended for board that he was opulent when in reality he was without any income whatever. But in his affair with Miss Tibbetts he found nt least a temporary mental relief from his troubles and had no heart to break with her till he was obliged to. When his S3OO was spent, except enough for his railway ticket home, he found himself in a position to make an explanation. He told the girl the facts. ► Probably she would have blamed him for what he had done had it not been for her repugnance to the treatI ment he had received. I “These modern ways of doing business,” she said, “are execrable. As soon as a mean man has established a successful business .he capitalizes it This gives him a board of directors, to whom he pretends to be responsible. > This in turn gives him an ostensible ' excuse to run the business without a - soul. Then be gits rid of those who have helped him build it up and re- » places them by cheaper men, mere cogwheels in the great machine he has Ibeen constructing.” The question between Bickford and ■ Miss Tibbetts was what should they do. Tbey loved, and Bickford could not support a wife. Miss Tibbetts was an ardent believer in love as a basis of matrimony, with or without money. She said that when she got back to the north she thought she could find something among her relatives for Bickford to do. He had S3OO ' in bank at home, which, with some funds of hers, would last them for several months. Bickford saw that she favored the plan of being married then and there, and, with many misgivings, he consented. He had come away withouf any Income with which to support even himself. He went back with a wife requiring—so he considered it—a far greater income than for one. Mrs. Bickford after the marriage insisted on remaining a month longer in Florida. Her mother needed to stay there and would stand the additional expense. The young wife did a great deal of writing and received a number of letters, with the contents of which her husband was not made acquainted. When the extra month had passed they all packed their trunks and went back north. They arrived in the city in the morning of Jan. 1. Miss Bickford sent her mother home in a carriage, while she and her husband remained in the business district, where they breakfasted. After breakfast the young wife told her husband that she had a position for him and would make the final arrangements before going home. She led the way and stopped at the building where he had been employed. "What does this mean?” asked Bickford. “Take me to the president’s office.” “But this is New Year’s morning. He will not be here.” “I think he will.” Bickford led her to Mr. Tlnkham’s private office. True enough, the president was there, evidently waiting for something in a mystified condition. “Mr. Tlnkham,” said the wife, “you have been notified, I believe, that the purchaser of a certain block of stock recently giving the purchaser the control of this corporation wished to see you this morning at your office. I am that purchaser. I desire to put the concern in other hands for the ensuing year. I would like your resignation.” “And whom do you propose to put in my place?” cried the astonished l man. “I shall give It as a New Year’s present to my husband. Mr. Bickford.”

NOT BURIED AT SEA. The Humane French Boatman and the Dead Englishman. A long expected French lugger wal seen making for the roadstead, and the Lowestoft free traders were on the alert, anxiously seeking an opportunity for communicating with her crew. While they waited for a lapse of vigilance on the part of the excise men a boat was lowered from the lugger and rowed toward the shore. A curious crowd of beach men and excise men assembled to meet her, and as she came In on the crest of a roller it was observed that she contained a coffin. The French boatmen had a mournful tale to tell. On board the lugger had been an Englishman suffering from an Illness which soon proved fatal. In his last moments of consciousness be had begged the captain not to bury him at sea, but to keep his body until a resting place could be found for it under the green turf of a churchyard In bls native land. Sympathy with his sad fate and the knowledge that the lugger was not far from the English coast had induced tbe captain to consent, and now be bad sent tbe body ashore for burial. In spite of tils broken English the Frenchmen's spokesman told his tale well. Both excise men and beach men—especially the latter—loudly expressed their admiration of the captain’s conduct A parson was summoned, and In a little while a mournful procession made Its way from the beach to the churchyard. Even the chief officer of the excise men was present and Is said to have shed tears. That night the local "resurrectionists” were busy, and at dawn the churchyard contained a desecrated grave. A little way inland, however. In the midst of the marries, a smugglers' store received the addition of a coffin filled with silks and lace.— “Highways and Byways In East Anglia.” by W. A. Dutt.

A Sacred Bath. The number of queer things the various peoples do lu the name of religion are legion, but no sight is more odd than that which may be witnessed on Badrinath. a peak of the Himalayan range in northwestern India. The peak looms 22.901 feet above the sea, and at an altitude of 10.400 feet there is built a shrine of Vishnu overhanging a great tank fed by water from the sacred thermal spring. Annually about 15.000 pilgrims climb the weary path to the shrine, and every twelfth year, when the Kntnbb Melah is celebrated, the number increases to at least 50.000. Arriving at the shrine, the pilgrims adore the great Idol, liberally fee the Brahman priests and bathe in the sacred tank. This latter performance Is slightly startling, as men and women, absolutely nude, plunge into the water with cries of joy until the entire tank is a seething mass of humanity, resembling very much the familiar “wiggletails” of an infrequently emptied rain barrel.—New York Times.

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EMIGRANT WEDDING. By GWENDOLEN ADAMS. (Copyright, 19v9, by American Press Aseoelation.] At the port of New York there is what is called tbe barge office. It is connected with the transit of goods and people from abroad into the United States. It is a place apparently as bare of romance as an ash heap. But wherever the human heart beats there Is romance. Painters and poets like to picture It as far as they can from the business world, especially eschewing localities where people are hurrying with their strapped and roped chattels from tbe odoriferous steerage of a ship to the smoke and dust of a railway train. Nevertheless there are countless romances among immigrants entering the United .States. “Is this the place where they keep the immigrant girls?” asked a black eyed young Armenian who came hurriedly into the New York barge office. But the man's English was not intelligible. so he received no reply till after his nationality was learned and an interpreter had been called. The Interpreter told him that he had struck the place he was looking for. He at once beckoned in the direction of tbe door, and several dark complexloned fellows advanced. "These are my witnesses,” said tbe young man. "This is the clerk, and this is the priest. Give me my girl, and I will marry her at once, so that you need not be afraid that the government will have to take care of her.”

“What sort of nonsense are you giving me?” said the interpreter. “I am an Armenian. Toshkowhi is an Armenian too. Why do you keep me waiting? Didn’t 1 tell you that 1 am ready to marry her?" "See here, you crack brained lunatic, I am employed to Interpret what you say from Armenian into English! Talk In your native tongue and stop the long roll in r’s.” “Huh! I not speak English. I been in this country three years.” Then be commenced again In his adopted tongue and rattled his r’s and bounced his b's. An officer cried, “Call the madam.” Tbe "mother of immigrants” made her appearance, and to her the young man told his story. Women are more keenly sensitive to romance than men, and it was not long before the matron scented a love affair under the rattling r’s and bouncing b’s. It was this: Three years before the young aspirant for honors in the English tongue had come to America from Armenia. His name was Vahi Krihorian. He had left at home a pretty sweetheart. then seventeen years old, named Toshkowhi Gobedian. It seemed singular to the investigators that a man with such a name able to speak endearingly to a girl with such a name should after three years in America have made so little headway in English. The upshot of tbe matter was that Toshkowhi had come over to join Vahi, who was abundantly able to take care of her. and proposed to relieve the government from all responsibility concerning her by marrying her. Then the matron took the officer to the girl. She was a small, slender creature, with large black eyes and hair equally black plastered down over her temples and colled up behind In small braids. She was very bashful and ready to blush at the slightest provocation through her olive complexion. The clerk questioned her before she was brought forth to her lover. “Have you got any money?” he asked. “No, sir. I have a sweetheart." “H’m!” said the clerk. "A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. How do you know he’ll marry you?” “Because God would strike him dead If he did not keep his promise.” “And he would deserve it. Come this way.” He led her to where her lover was with his witnesses and the priest. As soon as Vahi saw her standing demurely among the others he ran to her and, putting his arms around her, was about to kiss her when she drew back. Her cheeks flecked like two roses behind dark lace. “What do you mean, Toshkowhi?” asked the lover, terrified. “Have you changed? Don’t you want me after the long voyage across the ocean?” "Yes, Vahi, but there are so many princes looking at us. I am ashamed.” “Well, well! Then we will be married at once. I told these gentlemen that the president need not fear having to take care of you; that I am earning good wages and will do that myself. See, here are the witnesses, and there Is the priest. Come, let us be married.” The custodian of the government’s interests would not permit the marriage within the barge office, so the party adjourned just without the walls. The clerk, in order to make sure that the girl did not escape unmarried and call upon the president for a living, kept her in sight till the ceremony was performed. After it was over the “princes” went back to their daily avocations, consisting chiefly of terrifying immigrants with fear they will have to be turned back to endure another trip in the steerage to find themselves again at the end of the voyage in the despotic lands from which they have vainly tried to escape. Little Toshkowhi found herself free to go “out into America.” So the sentimental part of this romance ended. Perhaps it is well that it did. It must have been difficult even before marriage for the lover to keep whispering repeatedly “Dearest Toshkowhl, do you love me?” and hear in reply, “Yes, I love you, Vahi Kriho-I rian.” *

MANY FARMERS W Would like to keep an account of their receipts and expenditures if some one would keep itjfor them. Open a bank account with the First National Bank and jou will find the account keeps itself, with no expense. Your checks are always evidence of WI X date and amount of all disbursements I T I and your deposit book shows dates and amounts of your receipts. Many of your friends and neighbors have accounts with us. WHY NOT /"k YOU? Don’t wait for a big start—any amout offered, either large or - _ small, is cheerfully accepted. It’s a VI handy convenience to the farmer as well as the business man. hoi o ■ o ■ o ■ o boboobobobobobobobob S The Place To Go ° ■ " q To get your Xmas Candies, Nuts, Fruits and Xmas Trees. Prices low- ® * US er than ever known before, Call " ' i and be convinced. We offer special O ■ q inducements to churches and schools. 3 . 2 g b HUNSICKER BROS, g b City Bakery b bobobobobobobobcobob o b o b o b o bob ® Wabash Portland Cement Great Strength, Durability, Fine Color. Best for Sidewalks, Foundations, Floors, Walls, Concrete Blocks, Bridges, Etc. WABASH POKTI.AND CEMENT CO.. General Offices. Detrelt, Mich. Works, Stroh, Indiana. Kirsch. Sellemeyer & Sons, Decatur. Ind. Just Arrived The finest line of Fobs, Lockets, Bracelets, Broaches and Scarf Pins that ever struck the town and we are conceited enough to say they cant be beat for style quality and price. All that is necessary is to go the rounds and see. This is probably the last we will get before Christmas. We solicit comparison of prices and quality. i QUALITY IS OUR HOBBY We also have the largest line of I X watches! in the city. Ask t'o see the special I IS HO 2AI we are offering in 20 YEAR GOLD I CASE andELGIN o k-x ALTHAM j Wc? 6 movements for SIO.OO We mark everything in plain figures and price is the same to all. We Engrave all articles purchased FREE. Souvenir Spoon of the Court House or Library with every $3.00 purchase or over. Don’t delay as the time is drawing close. LEHNE The Jewler