Decatur Democrat, Volume 35, Number 23, Decatur, Adams County, 28 August 1891 — Page 2

©he democrat DECATUR, IND. H. BLACKBURN, ... Publisher. A newspaper in the gypsy tongue is goon to be started. It scarcely needs a gypsy to tell the fortune of the venture. There is a chance for every man to " go higher. If he cannot climb a golden stair let him go up the flume, or up the spout. The expected has happened. M. Eiffel, of Paris, has asked the privilege of putting in a bid to build a tower for the World’s Fair. Germany gets along so well, upon the whole, despite the Kaiser’s mistakes, as to indicate that perhaps the only mistake in the premises is the Kaiser himself. A New Jersey man found a silver dollar in a clam the other day. It is a noticeable fact that the bivalve only retained the treasure as long as it kept its mouth shut. A New York dentist died the other day from the effects of a wound by the teeth of the young woman being treated. Talk about meeting death at the cannon’s mouth ? Here’s nerve for you. °lt will not change public sentiment for New York editors to call attention to the fact that in the conscience fund at Washington, Boston is ahead of New York. The people of thecountry know why. -' f It is said 5,000 Italians in one week sailed from Genoa. It does not look as Jj. though the New Orleans affair had discouraged the Italians who are trying to escape the sceptral sweep of King Humbert. Not far from Portland, Me., a barn was set on fire by lightning. The same bolt that fired the building shattered a pipe that connected with a water-main, and the flow of water distinguished the flames. Ta-ta-rum. “One Ticket Admits to All,” the motto adopted by the World’s Fair Committee on Wayland Means, is one of the most praisworthy and important moves yet made in connection with the exposition. There should be no sideshows. ? There was a row in a Cleveland church in the course of which clubs and paving stones were employed to settle vexed questions of theology. By some oversight the meeting broke up without passing resolutions demanding the closing of the World’s Fair on Sundays. It is not often that successful gamblers show the good sense that an Englishman recently did at Monte Carlo. He won SIOO,OOO in three days, z but very discreetly immediately sent it to England so that he wouldn’t by any fehance lose it. Wales will probably look him up when he gets home. It was very wise and kind foresight for old Frank Frayne to steal young Frank Frayne when he was a baby and let him have the advantage of an advertisement which begets green envy in the hearts of those other poor actors who have to be content with having their diamonds stolen. The bicycle has been introduced in every regiment of the Russian army, and hereafter when the army is in the field messages will be carried by bicycle ciders from headquarters to the officers of the various divisions, regiments, and companies. This new method of com- - munication might well be termed the “safety” route. The thirteenth wife of a Mormon elder has just been identified as the heiress to an enormous English estate. This intelligence will be equally interesting to the people who think that thirteen is an unlucky number and those who think that polygamy has been stamped out in Utah. The number Os editors who have, in view of the Itata case, turned out to be constitutional lawyers is astounding. Most of them rest their case upon “the cost of the pursuit” and the small fine imposed. Uncle Sam scarcely expected to make money by chasing down the Itata and bringing her into an American port- _________ _ There is nothing in the story that the Stanleys have separated. But in the silly season people must talk, and if a married couple after a year from / the wedding do not continue to bill and coo, then, in the estimation of fools, there is much to pay and no pitch hot. Stanley and his Dorothy will be happy enough if they are only let alone. The bedstead upon which the great Napoleon died at St. Helena is about as numerous as the body-servant of our immortal Washington. The cable furnishes the information that it has just been found among a lot of rubbish in the Louvre at Paris, where it has been for twenty years, whence it was sent over to Les Invalides. People who have wept over the relic at Mme. Tussard’s in London ought to ask to have their money refunded. The farmers of Minnesota managed to get the convicts in the State Penitentiary set to making binding twine, with the result that the agents of the binding twine trust in the State have had to reduce their prices very ma- ' terially to meet this competition. Convict labor is not as a rule a very commendable factor in the industrial world, but when employed to circumvent a trust it is admirable. Physicians in this country are paid annually $1,500,000 for medical examinations for life insurance companies, three companies paying over $250,000 each. It is worth it to insure so many, ■ but the examined really pays the money and not the. insurer. It is no argument against life insurance, which

is excellent, but it seems as though the machinery could be made less cumbersome and cheapened. It could be made to cost less and yet be safe. Nearly every Indian at Pine Biver Agency has filed with the Sidux Indian Commission a claim for damages from the operations consequent upon recent Indian troubles. If these claims are allowed—and Congress appropriated SIOO,OOO to meet them—we may expect more trouble at Pine Ridge in the near future. Making trouble and getting paid for alleged damages resulting therefrom ought to be a paying* business for the lazy Indian. Once in a while it pays a man to have a big head. Owen Clark, a New Brighton man, was accused of sandbagging a lawyer against whom he had a grudge. He‘proved an alibi at the word of reliable witnesses, but the court took exceptions and it looked as if the defendant would be proven guilty when it occurred to his lawyer to try the hat, which the assailant had discarded in his flight, on his client. It wouldn’t even cover the top of his cranium, and this mute witness cleared him at once. Jay Gould and party attended church in Cheyenne. The minister cut his sermon short in order to put the deacons on a still hunt with their bats. There was a stampede among them to reach Mr. Gould’s pew. The winner got $5 from the Wizard of Wall street. This was regarded as liberal. Gauged by the sermon, maybe it was. But it must be taken into consideration that there were six persons besides the Wizard in the party, and seven into five goes less than one time by a large majority. The steamship Majestic has beaten the translantio record. She sailed from the Queenstown lighthouse to Sandy Hook in five days and eighteen hours and eight minutes—an hour and ten minutes faster than any other steamer ever came across. Cautious navigators deprecate ocean racing and pronounce it a dangerous pastime. They predict that it will some day cause a frightful catastrophe. But no one will heed any warnings. We are a mad world; a railroad train that ran 150 miles an hour would be none too fast, and an ocean greyhound that could cross the Atlantic in twenty-four hours would always be crowded with passengers. Consumption has been added to the list of diseases whose prevention is urged on the public in the admirable and instructive pamphlets issued by the Michigan Board of Health. Diptheria, scarlet fever, measles, and small-pox are among the diseases already covered in the phamplets, which do an excellent work. Nearly everyone knows that these are contageous diseases. Few are aware how to avoid them. How many intelligent persons, for instance, know that measles cause more deaths than small-pox, and that the age at which most deaths occur from measles is that between 1 and 2 years. This is the age of greatest danger, and all should take especial care to guard children at that age. That was a funny thing that happened out in Detroit recently, when the telephone girls threatened to strike because a word was passed forbidding them to flirt over the wires. The telephone management forgot that it always takes two to get up a flirtation, and when the girls rang up the other ends of the lines the company found that their subscribers were unanimously in sympathy with the girls. Moreover, there was not a man to be found in the town who was willing to believe that the girls would flirt, and the management finally decided that if they did flirt there was no use trying to stop them. It couldn’t be done. How is it in your town, neighbor? Wiles of Western Whisky. “More than one-half of the men that are arrested for drunkenness and taken to the Police Headquarters are crazy drunk,” said a veteran officer. “There is something about the whisky men drink nowadays that winds their understanding all up, twist them all up and fumbles their ideas into a shapeless mass,” he continued. “Now, years ago, back East, it was nothing unusual to see a man get so | that his legs would all twist up and his tongue would even get a little thick now and but he seldom got crazy drunk, like men do nowadays. Why, ; just the other day we had a man up here that had too much of that Jackson street whisky, and he was so crazy that he was hysterical. He could walk all right, but he would laugh like a maniac . one minute and weep like a whipped baby the next, and then he would throw himself into an attitude that would melt a wooden man in front of a cigar stand to tears, “This is a great age of improvement, but I don’t believe that they have im- ' proved bn the whisky of our grand--1 fathers’ day very much,” and just then * the officer had? to saw off this interesti ing dissertation on whisky to go below ! and unlock a prisoner, but everybody agreed that he spoke as an oracle.— L New York Journal. i : ( Trout In An Artesian Well. At San Buenaventura, Cal., an ’ artesian well was sunk some years ago ' on the beach a few feet from high water > mark. A strong flow of water spouted thirty feet above the mouth of the well when a depth of 143 feet had been I reached. The overflow was found to . contain thsusands of young trout, and examination of the well showed the ’ presence of numberless trout measuring * about two inches in length, and nor--5 mally developed. The temperature of - the water was sixty-four degrees Fahr. . The fish were supposed to come a dis- . tance of several miles from the head waters of the Santa Clara River through ’ a subterranean outlet. It is not un--1 common to find fish in artesian wells in California. Mrs. Rosa Smith Eigenmaun several years ago published an 1 account, in the Proceedings of the Na- * tional Museum, if we remember aright, , ot the finding of sticklebacks (GotterD osteus williamaoni) in such a locality. In Missouri recently a small blind fish ’ was found in a well and forwarded t« B the Fish Commissioner at Washington. 3 the species is a common inhabitant J cave streams.— Forest and Stream. • .....

GREAT EXPLOITS TOR US DR. TALMAGE POINTS OUT WHAT WE MAY DO. A Deed of Greater Worth than Leading an. Array to Victory tn Battle Is the Leading of a Human Soul to. God. At Orange Grove, N. J., Dr. Talmage took for his text, Daniel xi, 32, “The people that do know their God shall be strong and do exploits.” Antiochus Epiphanes, the old sinner, came down three times with his army to desolate the Israelites, advancing one time with 102 trained elephants, swinging their trunks this way and that, and 21.000 infantry, and 6.000 cavalry troops and they were driven back. Then, the second time, he advanced with 70.000 armed men, and had been again defeated. But the third time he laid successful siege until the navy of Rome came in with the flash of their long banks of oars and demanded that the siege be lifted. And Antiochus Epiphanes said he wanted time to consult with his friends about it, and Popilius, one of the Roman embassadors, took a staff and made a circle on the ground around Antiochus Epiphanes, and compelled him to decide before he came out of that circle, whereupon he lifted the siege. Some of the Hebrews had submitted to the invader, but some of them resisted valorously, as did Eleazer when he had swine’s flesh forced into his mouth, spit it out, although he knew he must die for it, and did die for it, and others, as my text says, did exploits. • An exploit I would define to be an heroic act, a brave feat, a great achievement. “Well,” you say, “I admire such things, but there is no chance for me; mine is a sort of humdrum life. If I had an Antiochus Epiphanes to fighUl also could do exploits.” You are nght, so far as great wars are concerned. There will probably be no opportunity to distinguish yourself in battle. The most of the brigadier generals of this country would never have been heard of had it not been for the war. Neither will you probably become a great inventor. Nineteen hundred and ninety-nine out of every two thousand inventions found in the patent office at Washington never yielded their authors enough money to pay for the expenses of securing the patent. So you will probably never be a Morse or an Edison or a Humphrey Davy or an Eli Whitney. There is not much probability that you will be the one out of the hundred who achieves extraordinary success in commercial or legal or medical or library spheres. What then? Can you have no opportunity to do exploits? I am going to show that there are three opportunities open that are grand, thrilling, far reaching, stupendous and overwhelming. They are before you now. In one, if not aM? three of them, you may do exploits. The three greatest things on earth to do are to save a man, or save a woman or save a child. During the course of his life, almost every man gets into an exigency, is caught between two fires, is ground between two millstones, sits on the edge of some precipice, or in some other way comes near demolition. It may be a financial or a moral or a domestic or a social or a political exigency. You sometimes see it in court-rooms. A young man has got into bad company and he has offended the law,and he is arraigned. All blushing and confused, he is in the presence of judge and jury and lawyers. He can be sent right on in the wrong direction. He is feeling disgraced, and he is almost desperate. Let the district attorney overhaul him as though he were an old offender, let the ablest attorneys at the bar refuse to say a word for him, because he cannot afford a considerable fee; let the judge give no opportunity for presenting the mitigating circumstances, hurry up the case, and hustle him up to Auburn or Sing Sing. If he lives seventy years, for seventy years he will be a criminal, and each decade of his life will be blacker than its predecessor. In the interregnums of prison life he can get no work, and he is glad to break a window glass, or blow up a safe or play the highwayman, so as to get back within the walls where he can get something to eat and hide himself from the gaze of the world. Why don’t his father come and help* him? His father is dead. Why don’t his mother come and help him? She is dead. Where are all the ameliorating and salutary influences of society? They do not touch him. Why did not some one long ago in the case understand ’that ’ there was an opportunity for the exploit which would be famous in Heaven a quadrillion of years after the earth has become scattered ashes in the last whirlwind? Why did not the District Attorney take that young man into his private office and say: “My son, I see that you are the victim of circumstances. This is your first crime. You are sorry. I will bring the person you wronged into your presence and you will apologize and make all the reparation you can, and I* will give you another chance.” Or that young man is presented in the courtroom and he has no friends present, and the Judge says, “Whois your counsel?” And he answers, “I have none.” And the Judge says, “Who will take this young man’s case?” And there is a dead halt, and no one offers, and after awhile the Judge turns to some attorney who never had a good case in all his life, and never will, and whose advocacy would be enough to secure the condemnation of innocence itself. And the professional incompetent crawls up beside the prisoner, helplessness to rescue despair, when there ought to be a struggle among all the best men of the profession as to who should have the honor of trying to help that unfortunate. How much would such an attorney have received as his fee for such an advocacy? Nothing in dollars, but much every way in a happy conciousness that would make his own life brighter, and his own dying pillow sweeter, and his own Heaven happier—the consciousness that he had saved a man! So there are commercial exigencies. A very late spring obliterates the demand for spring overcoats and spring hats and spring apparel of all sorts. Hundreds of thousands of people say, “It ' seems we are going to have no spring, and we shall go straight out of winter into warm weather, and we can get along without the usual spring attire.” Or there is no autumn weather, the heat plunging into the cold, and the usual clothing which is a compromise between summer and winter is not required. It makes a difference in the sale of millions and millions of dollars of goods, and i some oversanguine young merchant is caught with a vast amount of unsalable goods that will never be salable again, except at prices ruinously reduced. The young merchant with a somewhat limited capital is in a predicament. What shall the old merchants do as they see the young man in this awful crisis? Rub their hands and laugh and say: i “Good for him. He might have known ' better. When he has been in business , as long as we have he will not load his ■ shelves that way. Hal Ha! He will , burst np before long. He hadno 'busit ness to open his store so near to ours I anyhow.” Sheriff’s sale! Red flag in , the window: “How much is bid for I these ont-of-fashion spring overcoats and hats, or fall clothing out of date? What do I .hear in the way of a bid?” “Four

dollars.” “Absurd, I cannot take that bid of $4 apiece. Why, these coats when first put upon the market were offered at sls each, and now lam offered only $4. Is that all? Five dollars, do I hear? Going at that! Gone at $4,” and he takes the whole lot. The young merchant goes home that night and says to his wife: “Well, Mary, we will have to move out of this house and sell our piano. That old merchant that has had an evil eye on me ev.er since I started has bought out all that clothing, and he will have it rejuvenated, and next year put it on the market as new, while we will do well if we keep out of the poorhouse.” The young man, broken spirited, goes to hard drinking. The young wife with her baby goes to her father’s house, and not only is his store wiped out, but his home, his morals, and his prospects for two worlds—this and the next. And devils make a banquet of fire and fill their cups of gall, and drink deep to the health of the old merchant who swallowed up the young merchant who got stuck on spring goods and went down. That is one way, and some of you have tried it. But there is another way, That young merchant who found that fie had miscalculated in laying in too many goods of one kind and been flung of the unusual season, is standing behind the counter, feeling very blue and biting his finger nails, or lookirifc over his account books, which read darker and worse every time he looks at them, and thinking how his young wife will have to be put in a plainer house than she ever expected to live in, or go to a third-rate boardinghouse where they have tough liver and sour bread five mornings out of the seven. An old merchant comes in and says: “Well, Joe, this has been a hard season for young merchants, and this prolonged cool weather has put many in the doldrums, and I have been thinking of you a good deal of late, for just after I started in business I once got into the same scrape. Now, if there is anything I can do to help you out I will gladly do it. Better just put those goods out of sight for the present, and next season we will plan something about them. I will help you to some goods that you can sell for me on commission, and I will go down to one of the wholesale houses and tell them that I know you and will back you up, and if you want a few dollars to bridge over the present, I can let you have them. Be as economical as you can, keep a stiff upper lip, and remember that you have two friends, God and myself. Good morning?” The old merchant goes away and the young man goes behind his desk, and the tears roll down his cheeks. It is the first time he has cried. Disaster made him mad at everything, and mad at man and mad at God. But this kindness melts him, and the tears seem to relieve his brain, and his spirits rise from ten below zero to eighty in the shade, and he comes out of the crisis. About three years after, this young merchant goes into the old merchant’s store and says: “Well, my old friend, I was this morning thinking over what you did for me three years ago. You helped me out of an awful crisis in my commercial history. 1 learned wisdom, prosperity has come and the pallor has gone out of my wife’s cheeks, and the roses that were there when I courted her in her father’s house have bloomed again and my business is splendid, and I thought I ought to let you know that you saved a man!” In a short time after, the old merchant, ho had been a good while shaky in his ’ dubs and who had poor spells, is called , to leave the world, and one morning I after he had read the twenty-third Psalm ' about “The Lord is my Shepherd,” he ‘ closes his eyes on this world, and an angel who had been for many years appointed to watch the old man’s dwelling, cries upward the news that the patriarch’s spirit is ’about ascending. And the twelve angels who keep the twelve gates of Heaven, unite in crying down to this approaching spirit of the old man, “Come in, and welcome, for it has been told all over these celestial lands that you saved a man.” There sometimes come exigencies in the life of a woman. One morning a few years ago I saw in the newspaper that there was a young woman in New York, whose pocketbook containing $37.33 had been stolen, and she had been left without a penny at the beginning of winter, in a strange city, and no work. And although she was a stranger, 1 did not allow the 9 o’clock mail to leave the lamp post on our corner without carrying the $37.33, and the case was proved genuine. Now, I have read all Shakspeare’s ’tragedies, and all Victor Hugo’s trage-) ■ '■■ms, and all Alexander Smith’s trageuies, but I never read a tragedy more thrilling than that case, and similar cases by the hundreds and thousands in all our large cities—young women without money and without home and without work in the great maelstroms of! metropolitan life. When such a case i comes under your observation how do ; you treat it? “Get out of my way; we have no room in our establishment for any more hands. I don’t believe in women anyway. They are a lazy, idle, worthless set. John, please show this person out of the door.” Or do you compliment her personal appearance, and say things to her which if any man said to your sister or daughter you would kill him on the spot? That is one way, and it is tried every day in the large cities, and many of those who advertise for female hands in factories, and for governesses in families, have proved themselves unfit to be in any place outside of hell. But there is another way, and I saw it one day in the Methodist Book Concern in New York, where a young woman applied for work and the gentleman in tone and manner said in sjibstance: “My daughter, we employ women here, but I do not know of any vacant place in our department. You had better inquire at such and such a place, and I hope you will be successful in getting something to fib. Here is my name and tell them I sent you.” The embarrassed and humiliated oman seemed to give way to Christian confidence. She started out with a hopeful look that, I think, must have won for her a place in which to earn her bread. I rather think that considerate and Christian gentleman saved a woman. New York and Brooklyn ground up last year about 30,000 young women, and would like ,to grind up about as many this year. Out of all that long procession of women who march on with no hope for this world or the next, battered and bruised and scoffed at, and flung off the precipice, not one but might have been saved fpr hbme and God and Heaven. But good men and good women are not in that kind of business. Alas for that poor thing! Nothing but the thread of that sewing girl’s needle held her, and the thread broke. I have heard men tell in public discourse what a man is; but what is a woman? Until some one shall give a better definition I will tell you what woman Is. Direct from God, a sacred and delicate gift, with affections so great that ho measuring line short of that of the Infinite God can tell their bound. Fashioned to refine and soothe, and lift and irradiate home and society and the world. Os such value that no one can appreciate it, unless his mother lived long enough to let him understand it, or who in some great crisis of life, when ail else failed him, had a wife to re-enforce him with a faith in- God that nothing could disturb. Now I should not wonder if you trembled a little with a sense of ro*

sponsibillty when I say that there is hardly a person in this house but may have an opportunity to save a woman. It may in your case be done by good advice, or by financial help, or by trying to bring to bear some one of a thousand Christian influences. If, for instance, you find a woman in financial distress and breaking down in health and spirits trying to support her children, now that her husband is dead or an invalid, doing that very important and honorable work —but which is little appreciated—keeping a boarding-house, where all the guests, according as they pay small board, or propose, without paying any board at all, to decamp, are critical of everything and hard to please, busy yourselves in trying to get her more patrons and tell her of divine sympathy. Yea, if you see a woman favored of fortune and with all kindly surroundings, finding in the hollow flatteries of the world her chief regalement, living for herself and for time as if there were no eternity, strive to bring her into the kingdom of God, as did the other day a Sabbath school teacher, who was the means of the conversion of the daughter of a man of immense wealth, and the daughter resolved to join the church, and she went home and said, “Father,, I am goin£ to join the church and I want you to come.” “Oh, no,” he said “I never go to church.” “Well,” said the daughter, “if I were going to be married, would you not go to see me married?” And he said, “Oh, yes.” “Well,” she said, “this is of more importance than that.” So he went and has gone ever since, and loves to go. Ido not know but that faithful Sabbath school teacher not only saved a woman, but saved a man. There may be in this audience—gathered from all parts of the world—there may be a man whose behavior toward womanhood is perfidious. Repent! Stand up, thou masterpiece of sin and death, that I may charge you! As far as possible make reparation. Do not boast that you have her in your power, and that she cannot help nerself. sVhen that fine collar and cravat and that elegant suit of clothes comes off and your uncovered soul stands before God, you will be better off if you save that woman. There is another exploit you can do, • and that is to save a child. A child does not seem to amount to much. > It is nearly a year old before it can walk at all. For the first year and a half it cannot speak a word. For the first ten years it would starve if it had to earn its own food. For the first fifteen years its opinion on any subject is absolutely vain less. And then there are so many of them. My! What lots of children! And some people have contempt for children. They are good for nothing but to wear out the carpets and break things and keep you awake nights crying Well, your estimate of a cfiild is quite different from that mother’s estimate who lost her child this summer. They took it to the salt air of the seashore and to the tonic air of the mountains, but no help came, and the brief paragraph of its life is ended. Suppose that life could be restored by purchase, how much would that bereaved mother give? She would take all the jewels from her fingers and neck and bureau and put them down. And if told that that was not enough, she would take her house and make over the deed for it, and if that were not enough she would call’in all her investmentsand put down all her mortgages and bonds, and if told that were not enough she would say: “I have | made over all my property, and if I can ■ have that child back I will now pledge ■ that I will toil with my own hands and carry with my own shoulders in any kind of hard work, and live in a cellar and die in a garret. Only give me back that lost darling!” But what are you going to do with those children who are worse off than if their father and mother had died the day they were born? There are tens of thousands such. Their parentage was against them. Their name is against ; them. The structure of their against them. The nerves and muscles contaminated by the inebriety or dissoluteness of their parents, they are practically at their birth laid out on a plank in the middle of the Atlantic ocean in an equinoctial gale and told to make for shore. What to do with them is the question often asked. There is another question quite as pertinent, and that is, what are they going to do with us? They will, ten or eleven years from now, have as many votes as the same number of well-born | children, and thev will hand this land ; over to anarchy and political damnation just as sure as we neglect them. Suppose we each one of us save a boy or save a girl. You Can do it Will you? I will. How shall we get ready for one CT **! lof these three exploits? We shall make I a dead failure if in our own strength we I try to save a man or woman or child. But my text suggests where we are to get equipment. “The people that do know their God shall be strong and do exploits.” We must know him through Jesus Christ in our own salvation and then we shall have His help in the salvation of others. And while you are saving strangers you may save some of your own xin. You think your brothers and sisters and children and grandchildren all safe, but they are not dead, and no one is safe till he is dead. Gas and Elech icity. "When electricity was first successfully used for illuminating purposes there was a great fall in the price of I gas stocks in all the large cities of the civilized world. There has been a recovery since then, and it really seems that Dr. Siemens was right when he claimed that the use of gas would increase, notwithstanding the employment of the electric light. He expressed the opinion that the latter can never be used economically in the household. But gas, he said, would take the place of coal for heating and cooking purposes, and this prediction is being partially verified. We are now promised a revolution by the use of petroleum to produce gas which gives out an intense heat. A patent has been taken out in every civilized country for the production of a gas by some combination of petroleum with lime. The companies have been formed, and it is said > that within a short time, and by the pipes used for carrying ordinary gas, that burning material will be introduced into our households which will heat our rooms and cook our food at one-third of the cost now necessitated by the use of coal or wood. The recent speculative excitement in petroleum is said to be due to thenractical application of this Ktent by’Wme of our gas companies. troleum has never commanded a fair price in view of its production in excess of Hie demands of the consumers. Our wells have pumped out about 27,000,000 barrels per annum, but heretofore the world hjas been searched in vain for a market fur this ocean of mineral oil. Should iwe make use of it, however, for a heat-producing and cooking gas, there will be an abundant demand for all the petroleum we could produce. It would add marvelously to human comfort if so bulky) a product as coal could be dispensed with, and our dwellings warmed by a cleanly and comparatively inexpensiveiraa.— MontAfc.

V A ; A ,7 ’THE ARIZONA KICKER. EDITORIAL EXPERIENCES IN THE WILD WEST. The Innocent Habit of Expectorating on a Alan’s Boots—A Rocky Road for an Evangelist—Experience With an lowa Druggist—A Growing Demand for a Consignment of Boston Females. €\ a TITHE New York £ I World h as dipped I *h e following para--4 A graphs from a late issue of the Arizona Kicker: Good-by Bill !— Two or three ff-H {T* weeks ago Bill nI II Throckmorton,the 0I <| well-known muleHl whacker, raised a I1 KH great fuss with us ,1 jg W.l because we didn’t ' ~ T * publish more murders and hangings, and he gave us a fortnight to make a change of base. As we didn’t do so his copy of the Kicker comes back to us with a great big “Refused” marked on it, and Bill is now going around asserting that we are on our last legs and must go under. Good-by, Bill! While we hate to lose a subscriber, we never did run to murders, and we are too old to begin now. We have published one each week especially for your personal delectation, and if you are still unsatisfied we shall have to regretfully part with you. We owe you about twelve numbers on your year yet, and we will send them to an idiot asylum up in lowa with your compliments. It Don’t Last.—We understand that Humble Jim. the so-called evangalist, is coming up here from Denver to look after matters and things in this town. We warn him that it will be a dead waste of time. In the first place, our boys have no confidence in the ripsnorters traveling around and pretending to be inspired, and in the next he can’t bring any religion here that will stick for a week. It’s been tried a dozen times, but always peters out. We’ve seen Bloody Tom, Awful Bill, BowieKnife Sam and the rest of the crowd weeping like children and promising each other too be good in future, but three days later they were slashing each other and feeling more wicked than ever. If Humble Jim comes along the Kicker will second his efforts, and be only too glad if he can make an impression, but we want him to understand that he’s tackling something bigger than a grizzly bear. If he can even pound some decency into some of our population we shan’t ask for anything beyond it. A seven-shooter and a box of cartridges will be laid aside for him in this office, and if he opens up pretty well in Scripture talk we’ll see him have a fair show if we have to fight for it A Surprise Party.—Our contemporary down the street came out with an extra yesterday and managed to work ’ off thirteen copies on the unsuspecting public before his bubble was pricked. His news was about us, of course, and, as usual, he turned himself inside out in his anxiety to hold us up to public ridicule and contempt. What he made such an ado about was really only a trifle, and we will give the facts as they occurred: We have contracted the habit of spitting on a man’s boots when standing and conversing with him. It may be unpleasant to some people, but there is no occasion for any hard feelings, as we do it unconsciously and are always willing to apologize. We were talking ■ with the Mayor the other evening in i ‘'gW ■■ front of the postoffice, and naturally enough spat on his boots. He didn’t wait to ask us what we meant by such conduct, but hit us on the chin with l his left and knocked us down. We scrambled up to pull our gun on him, i but mutual friends interfered and satisfactory explanations were made. We afterwards drank whisky with His Honor, and he subscribed for two copies of the Kicker to bo sent to friends in the East. It was simply a misunderstanding—such a one as is likely to occur between two gentleman 1 at any moment, but of course the old hyena down the street thought he had a good thing and wanted to make the 1 most of it It Is True.—We are almost daily in receipt of letters from the overcrowded 1 Eastern States asking: “Do you think 1 I can get married if I come out there ?” These letters are written by widows, old maids, cross-eyed girls and grasswives, and we wish to state here and now that this town offers them great advantages in this direction than in any other in the West. Out of a population of over 4,000 we have only thirtythree women, and seven of them are over eighty years old. We’ll bet a dollar to a cent all day long that 500 Eastern femaids can find husbands here in twenty-four hours. If it was known that there was a consignment on the way one-half of our population would ride fifty miles on mule back to get the first pick. Women are not asked to come out here to be criticised and elbowed eround. We don’t believe there is a man in this town who wouldn’t jump at the chance of offering his heart to a redheaded girl with a cataract in both eyes and a wart on every finger. We have contended all along that what this town wants most is not a boom in real estate to benefit a few, but ten car-loads of women from Boston to benefit the many. Their influence would soon be felt here, and there would be a moral backing which we can never secure without their presence. We say to all inquirers: Come right along. If you are not stopped and married before you get here, we guarantee you will be within fifteen minutes after your arrival. A Fine Specimen.—Twomonihs ago, when an lowa man came here and

bought out the'Star drugstore,we asked him for an ad. He curtly informed us that advertising didn’t pay, and he likewise refused to subscribe for the Kicker. have been watching the tenderfoot ever since, and when the sheriff closed him up yesterday it was no surprise to us. Without asking anybody’s advice he bought a carload of paris green to kill ’tater-bugs, and had received it when he accidentally learned that the nearest ’tater-vine known to our people was ninety miles away! We are glad he didn’t do business with us. If he had, we should have felt sorry for him and probably lent him money enough to get out of town on. Natural Gas and Oil. The statement that the supply of natural gas is being exhausted at Findlay, Pittsburgh, and other districts where it has been plentifully found and utilized for manfacturing purposes seems to bear out the theory that the enormous use of this natural fuel, and the daily more enormous waste, would shortly les- - sen the pressure of the gas within the earth’s crust, and reduce, if it did not entirely exhaust, the suuply. Nature always provides for emergencies, and seems almost providential that at this time it has been found that the cheap, heavy, common oil called Lima oil, found in the northwestern section of a, Ohio in untold quantities, can be utilized almost as cheaply as natural gas for fuel purposes. Lima oil is now being usecCin some Pittsburgh iron furnaces where gas can no longer be had, and the experiments with it have reached such a stage that there is no doubt of their success. The pipes that have been laid from the natural-gas fields will, no doubt, be utilized for the furnishing of Lima oil, or else for the use of gas made from that oil, as it is remarkably rich in gaseous components. It is certain that the use of coal for manufacturing purposes at the great iron centers of the West will continue to be curtailed. Gas and oil furnish a much more convenient and economical fuel. When natural gas was first used in the glass and iron factories of the West, pessimists made haste to predict that after a few years, when the gas had given out, the establishments that profited by it would find themselves seriously embarrassed. Those who took the risk of using the new fuel—a risk that was only reasonable under the circumstances, are now falling back on the use of Lima oil, and have nothing to regret in their past experience, and will, probably, risk none of their profits in the future. Furthermore, the reduction of the pressure of natural gas in many fields will tend to its more careful use and an avoidance of waste, and for years to come the supply may, therefore, be quite sufficient for ordinary consumption. Cities like Findlay, Ohio. Marion, Ind., and others that we might mention, that have sprung up in the gas region and attained rapid development because of the establishment of vast manufacturing interests, will continue to exist and grow, and no doubt to profit by the supply of natural gas, eVen if it is considerably diminished. New and economical arrangements for the utilization of this product have been devised from year to year, and all these contribute to the welfare of the manufacturer and the prolongation of nature’s best and cheapest fuel. Remedy for Wrinkles. It is common to speak as if any care of the skin bejond personal cleanliness was foolish and a sinful waste of time. This is but a remnant of the old idea which rigid Puritans held in common with Catholic ascetics, that it was inducive to a saintly frame of mind to make the dress as hideous as possible, and show one’s contempt for the natural beauty which God has lavished all over the face of the earth. A soft, beautiful complexion is certainly an attraction which every woman should desire, and any simple means which does not occupy time needed for more important matters should be tried to attain such an end. There are many complexions which chafe readily and tan in the spring winds. A simple preparation of sweat cream rubbed into the skin after washing it thoroughly is a remedy for this trouble. This should be applied at night, just before retiring, and the next morning the face should be washed thoroughly, first in lukewarm water and afterward in cold, to give tone to the muscles. Some ladies who do not" find glycerine irritating to the skin, use in the same way a small portion of it diluted with half its bulk of rose-water. This preparation is rubbed in the face and hands, and gloves are worn at night. A little ammonia in the water is a help toward keeping the skin firm and free from wrinkles. There pertainly is no remedy for wrinkles after they come. It should be remembered, however, that an amiable temper, a clear conscience and freedom from a disposition to worry over the petty annoyances of life, are qualities of mind and heart that will keep the face free from wrinkles and beautiful to the ripest old age. A habit common with studious children and those who are near-sighted is to knit the brow. This often causes premature lengthwise lines in the forehead.— Hall's Journal of Health. A Well Invested Ten Minutes. Forty years ago a lad came to New York City from rural regions bearing a note to a retail shopkeeper, who was asked to try to find him something to da The retailer took up the lad’s case and got him a job in a workshop, where he stayed for years, or until he reached manhood, after which he struck out west, and there found a chance of going , into business for himself. He prospered in life as the years sped along; he won wealth by the time he had reached middle age; he rose to distinction among his fellows; he became a powerful person in his State, and for years past he has stood among the notables of the county. In all these years he had never again seen the retailer who spenHen minutes forty years since, in finding him a job in a workshop in North William street. A few days ago, when the rich notable, who fa now over 50 years of age, was making a visit to this city, he determined to hunt up the retailer who had taken pains to give him a start in life. He found him in the old retail shop, doing business in the old way, neither rich nor notable. As might be expected, the two graybeards did not know each other when they met, and it turned out that the retailer had forgotten that he ever rendered a slight service to a country lad forty years ago. But the eminent man told him of it, assuredhim that he owed all his success in life to the kindly act that had uiven him a start in his youth, and gave expression to his gratitude 4or the act in away that will relieve the aged retailer from worldly cares hero* after.—-s New York Stun. There should be naught but admiration tor an athlete’s big feat.