Decatur Democrat, Volume 37, Number 8, Decatur, Adams County, 12 May 1893 — Page 6

fthc democrat DECATUR, IND. M. BLACKBURN, - • - Pmu-ienra. And now the typewriter has been gobbled up by a trust. About the only thing left for these gentry to <rab is the air. That man had a wonderful genius ■for drawing a little out to great length who wrote a column on the morals of Omaha. BACK in New Jersey a man recently •smoked cigarettes all day without •ny particular harm resulting. The only visible effect was the death of the man. . Chinese objections to registering seems to be directed largely against the jlwtographfc feature of the process. The Chinese cannot, be blamed for this. They arc not blind. A man in :Maine owns a candle which came over on the Mayflower. His claim for it is not disputed, as it ts a well-known fact that those oldtimers never burned the article at both ends. The Philadelphia Times wants to know why men don’t go to church. Out here they do. Not as numerously as they should, but they go. Perhaps it’s different in Philadelphia where every day is Sunday. Latimer, the triple murderer in Michigan, says he did not intend to HU the man to whom he administered ■ prussic acid. Perhaps not, but there ■ are less robust methods of not killing people than to feed them on this particular drug. A young man in Kansas being an-, ooyed by a charivari party made known hisd spleasure by shooting into , the crowd, establishing a death rate ■ therein that stopped its foolishness, , He killed two hoodlums and wounded a cowboy. Some regret is expressed , over the latter circumstance. A paint mine has been discovered . near Tacoma which contains an inexhaustible quantity of pigment in two colors —Venetian red and cerulean blue. The use'of the first Saturday nights and Sundays for decorative purposes will b*> recompensed by , a liberal application of the latter Mondays. Perhaps the armies of Europe are formidable, but Uncle Sam has just been figuring on tne number ofyotfng . chaps on his farm fit for military duty and finds that ha has 9,000,000 of thorn. He does not feel in imme-1 diate danger from an invasion by Chileans or Canucks, no matter how mad they may get at him. “Mrs. Mary Moore fell down three flights of stairs at her home, in New Haven, the other evening, with I her baby in one hand and a lighted lamp in the other, without breaking either of them.”—Philadelphia i Ledger. And yet some folks say women are not capable of becoming successful politicians. William Hogan, the pugilist, thought his muscle was bigenough to enable him to bulldoze a Deadwood bartender. The pugilist received a chunk of lead where the hen got the ax and the daisies now bloom over him. The Dead wood bartender may not be an angel, but there will be no general complaint if the court deals gently with him in this case. He has abated a nuisance. Cruelty, once natural, and still natural with those who are in the stage of simplicity, is becoming sc unnatural to a large proportion of mankind, and especially of womankind, that they may be inclined to deny that tne title of this article embodies a truth. It is a diminishing if not a disappearing fact that are naturally cruel, because the tendency is overtaken by our training of the young before it has had time for expansion. *

— I The Cramps of Philadelphia have . begun to lay down the keels of the two gigantic steamships that are to \ be added to the new American line! as consorts of the Paris and New' York.: These ships will be 511 feet. and have a displacement ofl ™ about 15.000 tons. We hope that they will prove superior in every respect to the Campania and Lucania, which the Cunard people are to add to their fleet, for, like the Paris and New York, the new American vessels are to be available as cruisers in time of war. The Chicago river is, metaphorically speaking, between the devil and the deep sea. Since the United States government declared it navigable water the city solons retuse to ’ pay for dredging it, rightly enough, claiming that the cost of the work should come out of the national river and harbor appropriation. The government doesn’t seem disposed, to look after its self-claimed protege, ! and hence the turgid sticam is fill-! ing up and will soon be impassable ' to large craft. Meanwhile as a sani- I tary nuisance the river remains the same old howling success as of yore. ; THE churches of Gotham, says the Chicago Times, have gone into the peripatetic lunch business They «iU cun all nig fc A sandwich carts in

the’♦Tenderloin” and tough down- ’ town districts. The first of these carts is coining money, it is said, and when all of them are started the churchly proprietors expect to make ft 1 good thing out of their investment Some people may criticise thft mlni glingof spiritual and temporal cateri ing, but if the churches will stick to i religion and sandwiches and abolish j bazaars and fairs the public at large I will give them enthusiastic support i in their new venture. It would be hard to depict or even to imagine the emotions which the great city of Chicago and the great fair must excite in the breast of that 1 fierce old warrior, Rain-in-the-Face. There is no doubt that many of the I Indian chiefs who in the past have so I valiantly led their people in their I vain struggle against the encroachi ing civilization of the white man I have had but am imperfect idea of the latter’s power and resources. They have believed that civilization was represented only by what they saw in the far West, and that the troopers led against them formed the chief strength of the white man’s : army. Perhaps Rain-in-the-Face now gains for the first time a correct | idea of the puissance of civilization I and of the certain extinction that 1 awaits any people, however brave, who oppose it. The conviction of a highway robber 10 years old would be an unusual event in any community, and is doubly so in a civilized city. Vincent Shevlin of Chicago, who is not much more than a b .by, held at bay last ■ February a street car load of people, including a policeman, and wounded ! the officer with a revolver when the latter attempted to arrest him. It is an instructive fact that young Shevlin has been brought up in a nest ' of robbers, and that two of his elder brothers belong to a notorious gang. Early associations and imxirrecttrain--1 ing are responsible for a large propor- ■ tion of the criminals that afflict society. The future career of young i Shevlin will be a matter of consid--1 erable interest, lhe State will attempt, at'tbe reform school, to cor- ■ rect the wrong impressions of life wnicti he has gained. It remains to ! be seen whether the criminal instinct can be removed by education from the mind of a 10-year-old boy. I Os course there will be incredulity > over the assertion that in a couple of ■ barrels fuel enough can be carried to | run Atlantic liners across in three : days. George Sheffield maintains that sugar and chlorate of potash can be substituted for coal and that, dipped in sulphuric acid, when commin- ■ cled iu a rod, they will work a piston driving the machinery like a gas engine Without materially altering I the construction of works now in use, Ihe predicts that this new fuel will I reduce time between the continents i two-tlftbs, perhaps more Wild claims i are continually made by speculators and experimenters, but none that have proved futile were wilder than i Fulton’s or Stephenson’s. When it ! was proposed to run steamers across I the Atlantic with coal fuel for steam ' a solemn treatise was published in London by a scientific society declaring that any hull capable of carrying the necessary quantity of coal could not be kept afloat by any machinery man was competent to devise. The Great Eastern reached port when the ’ ’ book emerged from the press. Shes- / field may be more poet than me- , chanician; more dreamer than engineer. Which reminds us—what has II , become of Keely and his motor? ! That Could Be Dispensed With. A newly made father rushed into a telegraph office the other day and I I commenced to write on the blanks ; which bestrewed the desks. It : seemed hard for the writer to suit f, himsell with his productions, for -he tore up sfeveral sheets before he ' j handed to the operator a dispatch 1 ! which read as follows: ’ , "James Biggerstaff. Cohoes. N. Y.: r ' Twins arrived this morning. Mother and ’ babies doing welt We are so happy' 1 John Noopop. " ■ \ The operator read it carefully f spelling out thp names in the way r they have of impressing senders with i the carefulness of telegraph companies, and then said, in a business-

like voice, which cared naught for twins or other forms of infantile population: “Fifty cents.” “I thought a small message like that would go for a quarter,” said the papa. . “You can send ten words for a quarter. You have fourteen here.” “AH right. Leave off we are so happy!’”—Smith, Gray & Co.’s Monthly. People Who Survived Scalping. In Sau Francisco there lives a man at the present time named Carroll Bronson, a pioneer of the Seikirk Mountains in British Columbia, who was scalped by the Sioux Indians in 1866, and still enjoys comparatively ! good health, although more than 75 | years of age. He was quite an Inti iap lighter in his time and his face is scarred from arrow wounds received jin many a hard fought battle. The : marking of the scalping is not visible except when he lifts his long, white hair from the side of his head, then I it shows a great circular scar extend- ’ ing from aboye his right eye around . the right side anti back of his head I almost to the left ear. Mr. Bronson tells of another man who was scalped 'at the same time he was. The scalp j was torn completely off from the ! whole top of his head, so that it had to be swathed in cotton and olive oil. lie lived a year, put, as Mr. Bronson says, “If ever a mgn knew what suf--1 sering meant, that man did.”— Pitts* i burgh Dispatch, ’• Trust no one, and put very little > confidence iw yourself.

IN FIELD AND WOOD. TALMAGE'S THOUGHTS SUGGESTED BY MAYTIME. licautirul Imagery ot Bible Drawn from the Woods and Field*—The Garden Os the Lord Open to All Who.Wlll Enter* The Tabernacle Pulpit. Rev. Dr. Talmage was in Philadelphia Sunday, participating in the services at the ordination of his son. Rev. Frank Talmage; to the ministry. He dictated the following sermon, however, on a timely and seasonable topic, Thoughts,’ the text selected being the beautiful works of Solomon’s Song iv; 1% “A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters and streams from Lebanon:’’ Some of the finest gardens of olden times wore to be found at the foot of Mount Lebanon. Snow descended, and winter whitened the top of the mountain. Then when the warm spring weather camo the Suows molted and poured down the side of the mountain and gave great luxuriance to the gardens at the foot, and you see now the allusion of my text when it speaks ot the fountain of gardens and streams from Lebanon Again and again the church Is represented as a garden all up and down Lhe word of God, and it is a figure specially suggestive at this season of the year, when the parks and orchards are about to put forth their blossom and the air is filled with bird voices. A Mother's Device. A mother wished to impress her child with the love of God, and so in the spring-time, after the ground had been prepared in the garden, she took a hand-ful-of flower seeds and scattered these seeds In the shape of letters across the bed of the garden, Weeks passed by, and the rains and the sunshine had done their work, and one day the child came in and said, “Mother, come quickly to the garden—come now.” The mother followed the child to the garden, and the little child said: “Look here, mother! See! It is spelled all over the ground in flowers, •God Is Love.’ ” Oh, my friends, if we only had faith enough, we could see gospel lessons all around and about us—lessons tn shells on the beach, lessons In sparkles on the wave, lessons in stars on the sky, lessons in flowers all over the earth. Well, my friends, you know very well that there have been some beautiful gardens created. There was the garden of Charlemagne, and vou remember that this King ordered gardens laid out all through the realm and decided by decree of government what kind of flowers should be planted in those gardens. Henry IV at Montpellier decreed that there should be.flowers planted throughout his realm and gardens laid out. and he specially decreed that there should be Alpine pyrena and French plants. Shenstone, the poet, was more celebrated for his gardens than tor his poetry. His poetry lias faded from the ages for the most part, but his gardens are immortal. I To all the beauty of his place he added I perfection of art. Palisade and arch j and arbor and fountain and rustic temple | had tbeir most wonderful specimens, aud ; the oak, and the hazel, and the richest woods of the forest were planted in that garden. He had genius, and he had industry, and all his genius and all his industry he applied to the beautification of that garden. He gave for it 685,000, or what was equal to that number of dollars. It was an expensive garden, laid out with great elaboration. And yet I have to tell yon now of a garden of vaster expense, the garden spoken of in my text, a fountain of gardens with the streams from Lebanon. Affecting Story or Walter Scott.

Walter Scoit had the great ambition of his life to build Abbotsford and lay out extensive gardens round about it. It broke his heart that he could not complete the w&k as he desired it At his last payment of £IOO,OOO, after laying out those gardens and building that palace ot Abbotsford, at that time his heart broke hts haalth failed, and he died almost an imbecile. A few years ago, when I walked through those gardens and I thought at what vast expense they had been laid out —at the expense of that man’s life — it seemed I could see in the crimson flowers the blood of the old man’s broken, heart. But I have to tell you now of a garden laid out at a vaster expense—who can calculate that vast expense? Tell me, ye women who watched him hang; tell me. ye executioners who lifted and let him down; tell me, thou sun that didst hide and ve rocks that did fall, what the laying out of this garden cost? This morning, amid the aroma and brightness of the springtime, it is appropriate that I stow you how the church of Christ is a garden. I remark first it is a garden because of the rare plants in it. That would be a strange garden in which there were no flowers. If you cannot find them anywhere else, you will find them along the paths, and you will find them at the gateway. If there be no especial taste and no espetial means, you will find there the hollyhock, and the daffodil, and the dahlia. If there be no especial taste and no especial means, you will find the Mexican cactus, and the bluebell, and the arbutus, and the clusters of oleanders. lhe Garden of th© Lord. Flowers there must be in every garden, and I have to tell vou that in the garden of the church are the rarest plants. Sometimes you will find the violets, in conspicuous, but sweet as Heaven—Christian souls with no pretense, but of vast usefulness, comparatively unknown on earth, but to be glorious In celestial spheres. Violets and violets all the time. You cannot tell where these Christians have been save by the brightening face ot the invalid, or the steaming tureen on the stand near the sick pillow, or the new curtain that keeps out the glare of the sun from the poor man’s cot Such characters are perhaps better typified by the ranunculus which goes creeping between the thorns and the briers of this life, giving a kiss for a sting, and many a man has thought that life before him was a black rock of trouble and found it covered all over with delightsome Jasmine of ( hrlstian sympathy. In this garden of the Lord I find the Mexican cactus, loveliness within, thorns without,’men with great sharpness of behavior and manner, but within them the peace of God. the love of God, the grace of God. They are hard men to handle, ugly men to touch, very apt to strike back when you strike them, yet within them all loveliness and attraction, while outside so completely unfortunate. Mexican cactus all the time, Said a placid elder to a Christian minister, “Doctor, you would do better to control your temper ” “Ah!” said the minister to the placid elder, “I control more temper in five minutes than you do in five years.” These people, gifted men, who have great exasperation of manner and seem to be very different from what they should' be, really have in their souls that which commends them to the Lord, Mexican cactus all the time. So a man’ said to mo years ago: “Do you think I ought to become a member of the church? I have such a violent temper. Ftuilvhlng a Milkman. “Yesterday I was crossing Jersey City ferry. It was early in the morning, and J saw a milkman putting a large

quantity of water into his can, and I said, 'That is enuugh, sir,’ and he got off the cart and insulted -no, and 1 knocked him down. “Well,” said ho, “do you think I could ever become a Christian?'’ That man had In his aoul tiro grace of the Lord Jesus, but outside ho was full of thorns, and full of brambles, and lull of oxasDorations, but ho could not hear the story of a Saviour's mercy told without having the tears roll down his cheek. There was loveliness within, but roughness outside. Mexican cactus all the time. But I remember in boyhood that we had in our father's garden what we called the Giant of Battle, a peculiar rose, very red and fiery. Suggestive flower, it was called the Giant of Battle. And so in the garden of the Lord wo find that kind ot flower—the Pauls and Martin Luthers, the Wycllfs, the John Knoxes—giants of battle. What In other men is a spark in them is a conflagration. When they prav, their prayers take fire; when they suffer, they sweat great drops pf blood; when they preach, It is a pentlcost; when they fight it Is a Thermopylae; when they die it Is a martyrdom—giants of battle. You say, “Why have wo not more of them in the church of Christ at this time?” I answer your question by asking another, “Why have we not mote Cromwells and Humboldts in the world?” God wants only a few giants of battle. They do their work, and they do it well. But 1 find also in the church of God a plant that I shall call the snowdrop. Very beautiful, but cold. It is veiy pure —pure as the snowdrop, beautiful as the snowdrop and as cold as the snowdrop, no special sympathy. That kind of a man never loses ids patience. Ho never weeps; Be never flushes with anger; he never utters a rasli word. Always cold, always precise, always passive—beautiful snowdrop. But I don't like him. I would rather have one Giant of Battie than 5,000 snowdrops. Give me a man who may make some mistakes in his ardor for the Lord’s service rather than that kind of a nature which spends its whole life doing but one thing, and that is keeping equilibrium. There are snowdrops in all the churches—men without any sympathy. Very good. They are in the garden of the Lord; therefore I know they ought to be there, but always snowdrops. The Century Plaut.

You have seen in some places perhaps a century plant. Ido not suppose there is a person in this house who has ever seen more than one century plant in full bloom, and when you see the century plant your emotions are stirred. You look at it and say, “This flower has been gathering up its beauty for a whole century, and it will not bloom again for another hundred years.” Well, 1 have to tell you that in this garden of the church spoken of in my text there Is a century plant. It has gathered up its bloom from all the ages of eternity, and 19 centuries ago it put forth its glory. It is not only a century plant, but a passion flower —the passion flowerqf Christ, acrimson flower, blood at the root and blood on the leaves, the passion flower of <Jes''s, the century plant of eternity. Come, O winds from the north, and winds from the south, and winds from theeast, and winds from the west, and scatter the perfume of this flower through all nations. His worth, if all the nations knew, Sure the whole earth would love Him too. Thou, the Christ of ail the ages, hast garments smelling ot myrrh and aloes and cassia out of the ivory palaces. I go further and say the church of Christ is appropriately compared to a garden because of its thorough irrigation. There can be no luxuriant garden without plenty of water. I saw a garden in the midst of the desert amid the Rocky Mountbins. I said, "How is it possible you have so many flowers, so much fruit, in a desert for miles around?” I suppose some of you have seen those gardens. Well, they told me they had aqueducts and pipes reaching up to the hills, and the snows melted on the Sierra Nevada and the Rocky Mountains and then poured down tn water to those aqueducts and k kept the fields in great luxuriance. And I thought to myself—how like the garden of Christ! All around it the barrenness of sin and the barrenness of the world, but our eyes are unto the hills, from whence cometh our help. There is a river the streams whereof shall make glad the city of God —the fountain of gardens and streams from Lebanon. Water to slake the thirst, water to refresh the fainting, water to wash the unclean, water to toss up In fountains under the sun of righteousness until you can see the rainbow arouud the throne. The Streams of Lebanon. I wandered in a garden of Brazilian cashew nut. and I saw the luxuriance ot those gardens was helped by the abundant supply of water. I came to it on a day when strangers were not admitted, but by a strange coincidence, at the moment I got in, the king’s chariot passed, and the gardener jvent up on the bill and turned on the water, and it came flashing down the broad stairs of stone until sunlight and wave in gleesome wrestle tumbled at my feet. And so It is with this garden of Christ Everything comes from alcove— pardon from above, peace from above, comfort from above, sanctification from above. Streams from Lebanon! Oh, the consolation in this thought! Would God that the gardeners turned on the fountain of salvation until the place where we sit and stand might become Elim with 12 wells of water and threescore and ten palm trees. But I hear His sound at’ the garden gate. I hear the lifting of the latch of the gate. Who comes there? It is the Gardener, who passes in through the garden gate. He edmes through this path of the garden, and he comes to an aged man, and he says: “Old man, I

come tojhelp thee; I come to strengthen thee. Down to hoary hairs I will shelter thee; I will give thee strength at the time of old age; I will not leave; 1 will never forsake thee Peace, broken hearted old man, I will be thy consolation forever.” And then Christ, the Gardener, comes up another path of the garden, and he ..sees a soul In great trouble, and he says, , "Hush., troubled spirit; the sun shall not smite thee by dav, nor the moon by night; the Lord shall preserve thee from all evil; the Lord sb>ll preserve thy soul.” And thdn the Gardener comes up another path of the garden, and He comes where there are some beautiful ; buds, and I say, "Stop, O Gardener; do | not break them off.” But he breaks | them off, the beautiful buds, and I see a great flutter among the leaves, and I wonder what he is doings and tie says: “I do not come to destroy these flowers. lam only going to plant them in a higher terrace and In the garden around my palace. 1 have come into mv garden to gather lilies. I must take Lack a whole cluster of rosebuds. Peace, troubled soul; all shall be well. Suffer I tile little children to come unto me and forbid them not, for of such is the Kingdom of Heaven.” Oh, glorious Gardener > of the church! Christ comes to it now, ; and he has a right to come. Wo look into the face of the Gardener as he breaks off the bud, and wo say, "Thou art worthy to have themji thy will be done.” The hardest prayer a bereaved father or mother ever uttered— "Thy will be done.” But you have noticed that around every King's garden there Is a high You may have stood at the wall of a King s court and thought, “How I would like to see that gardenl” fcnd while you were watching the gardener opened the gate, ,

andtho royal through It, and you caught a glimpse of the garden, but only a glimpse, for then the gates closed. The Ever Open Gates. I bless God that this garden of Csrlat has gates on all side*, that they are opened by day, opeqod by night, and whosoever will may come In. Oh. how many there are who die In the desert when they might revel in the garden! How many there are who are seoxlngln the garden of this world thatsatlsfactlon which they never can And! It was so with Theodore Hook, who made all nations laugh while he was living. And yet Theodore Hook on a certain dav. when in tiro midst of his revelry he caught a glimpse of bls own face and his own apparel in the mirror, said: “That is true I look just as 1 am—lost, 'bo by, mind, soul and estate, lost!” And ! so It was with Bhenstouo about his garden, of which I spoke in the beginning of mv sermon. lie sat down amid all its beauty and varung his hands and raid, “I have lost my way to happiness; I am frlantlc; 1 hate everything, 1 hate myself as a mad man ought ta” Alas! so many In the gardens ot this world are looking for flrat flower thev can neyer find except in the garden of Christ. Substantial com tort will not grow In imtura's barren sail. All wo can boast till Christ wo know la vanity and toil. How many have tried all the fountains of this world’s pleasure, but never tasted of the stream from Lebanon! | How many have reveled in other gardens to their soul's ruin, but never plucked one flower from the garden of our God! I swing open all the gates of the garden and invito you in, wnatever your history, whatever your sins, whatever your temptations, whatever your trouble. The invitation comes no more to one than to all. “Whosoever will, let him. come.” The flowers of earthly gardens soon fade: but, blessed be God, there are garlands that never wither, and through the grace of Christ Jesus wo may enter into the joys which are provided for us at God's right hand. Oh, come Into the garden. And remember, as the closing thought, that God not only brings us into a garden here, but It is a garden all the way with those who trust and love and servo him, a garden all through the struggles of this life, a garden all up the slope of heaven. There everlasting spring abides And never withered flowers. Death, a narrow stream, divides That heavenly land from ours.

The Effect of Unusual Air Pressure. I climbed down into the tunnel under the Hudson river through which the railroad trains of the next decade are to run. The air-lock through which the visitor must pass before reaching the workmen is so different from all other places in the world as to merit a brief description. In a well on the shore I climbed down a ladder twenty feet or so, and there found, lying partly concealed in the earth, a sort of hogshead made of boiler-iron half fin inch thick. As I was looking at the uncanny tiling one end of it mysteriously opened and swung inward, and a goblin voice said “Crawl*in.” I silently obeyed, and the iron door quickly closed behind me. I found myself with another human being, who was attired in rubber as I was, and who had a candle. “Ready!” he said, and turned a lever at his side. The inside of the little tub in which we crouched was filled with the most deafening whistle I ever heard. I knew that he was now filling the chamber with compressed air. Presently it began to press upon my eyes, nose, throat and especially my ears* whose drums seemed pierced as with pins. The candle went out, and we were left in total darkness. The shriek increased. The pressure became Very painful. I touched the arm of the engineer; in fact, I could not help touching it, and he reversed the lever for a moment to relieve the pressure, presently turning it on again with the unearthly yell. The sensation was strange. Crouched in an iron tub with a stranger, in total darkness, under the earth, under the river for ought I knew, apparently flying somewhere at the rate of 500 miles a minute, feeling a terrible pressure on my eyes and ears, hot as Tophet, submerged in a bewildering scream, and at the mercy of levers and mechanism of which I knew nothing—it was very much as I once felt when up in a balloon. It seemed half an hour that I was in there; it was seven or eight minutes, probably, when the whistle suddenly faded away, the inner door opened, and we crawled out into candle light—the top of another wellthat went down thirty feet further. Down this we climbed, and there were a score or two of men building the brick shell of the tunnel. The air is about three atmospheres “thick,” so to speak, and it is sufficient to keep the water back, so that the men can dig uninterruptedly in the black mud. If the air pressure were withdrawn for a minute the river would rush in and drown the whole party. Great care is observed and they are not afraid. Moreover, they seem comfortable and contented in there, and the contractor is not required to pay any advance on ordinary wages—sl a day or so. . They come in and go out by the air-lock every day, but do not mind it. This is the most difficult part of the river—directly under the great steamers lying at the wharves.— New York Correspondent. , The Other Sort of Swindler. There were six or eight of us in the smoking-car as the train was running down to West Point from Atlanta, and everything was lovely until the seventh man got on at a small station. He had no sooner entered the car than he looked fixedly at the man who had been telling us snake stories, and directly ho walked up to him and called out: “Hal ybu infernal swindler, I’ve ■ found you at last I” “Who’s a swindler?” “You are!” “I never saw you before!” “You’re a liar, and I’m going Io ' pound SIB worth of cash out of you!” i It was presently discovered_Jhat he I recognized the snake story man as a i fruit-tree agent who had sold him some grape vines which did not show up, and he was spitting on his hands and making ready to do the pounding, when the other remarked: “My dear fellow, I insist Upon it that you are mistaken. I was never in the fruit-tree business, and I never swindled you out of $18.” “I say you did.” “Never! Instead of swindling you ou* of $lB on grape vines, I am the man who charged you sl6 too much for ; a sewing machine, and here’s your money!” “Well, now, come to look more closely at you, I believe you’re right,” «aid the seventh man. “Os course I’m right," growled the other, as he counted out the money, “and I warn yon to be a little more careful in future. I hove a reputation to sustain, and grape-vine swindles are not in my line. Here’s your sl6, and . now I think you ought to apologize !”—■ I J£-

ARE WE PRACTICAL? Charles Dudley Warner Calle Via Nation ' or Bunglers. The notion prevails in this country that we are a very practical people, writes Charles Dudley Warner in Harper's. We take credit to ourselves for being sen-ible, shrewd, and at least mindful of our own Interests. This quality gets a harsher name from our foreign critics. They say that wo aro materialistic, grasping, and, in fact, sordid,us the thing we care most for Is money, and that which we are most alive about is our material interests. They admit that we aje “smart,” but say that we aro mentally commonplace and unimaginative. The critics aro mistaken, and our own estimate of ourselves is more complacent than correct We aro a very imaginative people, and In many ways the most unpractical. The old stage conception of Uncle Sam as a good-natured rustic sitting in a rocking-chair,-whittling, was not altogether out of the way. Whittling Is not a remunerative oc tipation, as a rule, although this quaint waiter on Providence, who seemed to imagine that if he sat at ease, all go ld things would, in the course of time, pass his way, occasionally did whittle out an invention that would save him from labor. He answered tho gibes ot bls critics by pointing out the fact that the chair he sat in was a self-rocker —a little invention of his own. He was a man of vague dreams and imaginations. Brought to the test in the commercial struggle of tho modern World for supremacy, the American is not pract cal. In rivalry with other active nations he shows himself a bungler, and lacking in practical wisdom and foresight. An inventor, yes; but lacking practical shrewdness. He is very ingenious. He has gone on doubling in the past few years the great world staples of corn, cotton, and iron, arid be seems confidently to expect that Providence will market them for him; especially as he has cheapened the cost of all these products, it would only be fair for Providence to attend to the selling part. He knows that one per cent of the arable land in the cot ton States will | reduce all the cotton the world can use, and bo knows that the product of cotton and iron and grain increases in an enormously greiiter ration than the ' population, and vet he neglects many of the most obvious means to profit by this bounty of nature and of his situation. He looks ou and brags about his greatness, while his industrial and commercial rivals occupy the markets of the world. Now that he is in rivalry with them for a lair share in so plain a prize, his conduct shows him to be the most unpractical of men.

neagau Regartlnrl as a Hoodoo. “When Senator Reagan was in congres; from Texas,” Thomas R. Chatwick, of Baltimore, to a SL Louis Republic man the other night, ••he was regarded as a hoodoo. He had a habit of wandering aimlessly around the floors of the senate chamber. and then sitting down without thinking in some one else’s chair. The curious of it was when he sat down in a fellow senator’s seat bad luck iavariably followed. Iremember that when ex-senator Eust s, from Louisiana, was a candidate for re-elect on, Reagan was constantly in his chair, and he was defeated. Then he sat one day in Salisbury’s seat, and the next week Salisbury was defeated. Fnally the memberagot to talking about it, and Reagan was looked upon as a Jonah. Along in 1889 Senator Harris, of Tennessee, was having a hard fight for re-election. The day he started home to look after his fences he called the Texes senator aside and said: ‘See here, old man; while 1 am not supersitutious in the least, still you’ll do me a favor by keeping out of my chair while I am away.’ Reagan consented and Harris was reelected. Not long after that Reagan sat down in Ransom’s place, and the following day the North Carolina senator received a telegram commanding him to come home on the very next train; that serious opposition bad suddenly sprung up against him, and his pre ence was demanded at once. Reagan had been in the habit of sitting in his (Ransom’s) seat, so he called him aside and told him about it, plainly intimating that the fact that he had been us.ng his chair caused the dissension, Reagan got and said something about people being foo.s. Ransom went home and, when Reagan went into the senate chamber the next morning, he found that Ransom’s chair had been moved away.”

The Wrong Turn. Among the, many stories told of absent-m nd|d ppople there is one about the drd^niymother of a young Amer can author;’""’which is well authenticated but seems almost Incredible. One evening when her son stopped at the door of her room on the way to his own, to deliver a message which had I een sent her, he discovered the old lady in the pitchy darkness, holding a match under the cold-water faucet. u When she “came to herself,” in response to her s >n’s hearty laugh, she admitted that she had lighted flve other'matches and treated them iu the same way. “I was thinking something eke.” she said, naively, “and all I knew was that I had «o turn something on before I could light the gas. ” And then she added, “I don’t think it was such a queer mistake, after all!” > . Lace. Lace al every kind is now made by machinery in such perfection that even experts <an scarcely tell the difference between the hand-made and machine-made product. There is, however, a delicacy about the hand’made laces that the machine can never & ual, and, although the machlne-mrtde product Is so cheap as to he within the reach of almost anyod* and so beautiful as to challenge C'iticisin, the demand for the fine Land-made laces has not in the least iira nlshed and the prices paid are as high The bigger liar a man is, the less be believes what others say.

Business Directory THE DECATUR NATIONAL BANK. Capital. 880,000. Burplua, •10, DM I OrlfaalMd Auiuit 18,1888. Offioere—T. T. Dorwln, I'reitdant; F. W. Bmltk, Vioa-Proaldant; R. B. Pataraon Oaahier; T. Ki Dorwln, F. W. Smith, Henry Darkaa, J. K‘ Holbrook, B. J. Tarvear, J. D. Hate and B. A Pataraon, Dlraotora. Wa art prepared to make Loana on good teenrity, receive Depoeita, turalah Domeatio an 4 Foreign Eiohauge, buy and Ball Government and Municipal Honda, and furniah Latter* tt Credit available tn any ot the principal ottlee of Europe. Alto Faaaage Ticket to and from the Old World, Including traneportatlou to Decatur. Adams County Bank Capital. 878.000. Burplua, 78,000. I Organlied in WIL ' Officere-D. Studebaker, Preaident; Robt. B, Allium, Vioe-Freeldent; W. H. Niblick, Oaahier, Do a general banking bnaineae. CoUeotioag made tn all parte of the country. County. City and Townahlp Order* bought. Foreign and Domett io I '.iehange bought and told. Intereat paid ou time depoeita. Paul G. Hooper, Attorney a,t Law Dteatvr, . > Indiana. EJ. ZnOßZt.TJia'. Veterinary Surgeon, Monroe, Ind, BnoceaafuUy treate all diaeaaea of Horace and Cattle. WIU respond to oaUe at any time. Friooe reaonable. BBTOt, B. X. MANX, J. V, ERWIN MANN, ATTORNEYS-AT-LAW, And Notariee Pnblto. Penalon Clalme Froaeonted, Office tn Odd Feilowe’ Building, Decatur, Ind. T7UIANCE 4 MERRYMAN. J. T. WtAUCT. J? 1. T. MkHBYMAX Attomeyn rat Xaatw, DIOATUB, INDIANA. Office Nos. 1, t and 8, over the Adams County Bank. Collections a specialty. A. G. HOLLOWAY, Flxyraloiaaxx dto S-*ur*ooxA Office over Burns’ harness shop, residence one door north of M. E. church. All ealla promptly attended to In «ity or oountry night or day. lyj K*. M. I" HOLLOWAY, M. •. Office and residence one door north of M. * church. Diseases ot women and ohlldren specialties. •.T.May.BL snloldme* H*ux**«c»sa ■•nme, ... Indlnsus. All calls promptly attended to day er nlghta Office at reeideaoe. mil .i a hi——a—m—mt—--1 & 8080, & T. BOB*. Master Oommiastoner. e 8080 * SON, ATTORNEYS AT LAW, Beal Estate and Collection, Decatur, lad.

O.P. M.AIOWWB, •lolw.xx «Bs Surgeon MONBOB, INDIANA. Office and residence Ind and 3rd doors wests* M.B. church. *•* Prof. L. H. Zeigler, Veterlnarj Surgeon, Modus Operandl, Orcho '•I. 2j tomv. Overotomy, Castrating, Bldg ling, Horses and Spaying Cattle and Dehorn Ing, and treating their diabases. Office over J H. Stone’s hardware store. Decatur Indiana. J. 8. Coverdale, M. D. P. B. Thomas, M 0. DOCTORS i Coverdale & Thomas Office ovr Pierce’s Drug store. Decatur, Ind H. F. COSTELLO, X’lxy •loiw.n. & Surßeon. Office over Terveer’s hardware store. Residence on Third street, in the old Derkes property. AU oaUs promptly attended to In city or country, day or night - • Lwl Nelson, Veterinary Surgeon, Decatur, Ind. Residence southeast cor. Decatur and Short streets. JQ. NEFTUNC, . DENIST. » '-t-' ' IT w w Now located over Holthouse’s shoe store, and 1s prepared to do all work pertaining to the dental profession. Gold Oiling a specialty, By th* nse of Mayo's Vapor be is enabled to extract teeth without pain. All work warranted. MONEYTO LOAN On Tans Property on Long Tinto. Bffo Coxacuxalaiffiilone Lew Bate of Interest. Payments In any amounts can be made at any unseaM stop interest. Call oa, or address, A. JK. GRUBB, »r Jr. F. MA2TF, .. . ■ t X. Office: Odd fellows' Building, DocaSnr,

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