Decatur Democrat, Volume 37, Number 41, Decatur, Adams County, 29 December 1893 — Page 2

®he gemarrat DKOATUR, INT>. |L BLACKBURN, . . . PCTMiwa. *Thb honest man who dies poor is Meh if he only holds his own. This world would get along very Weil if it knew no other crank than lts*own axis. If Britannia rules the waves, why didn't she calm tho storm that cost her 237 lives? A cynic remarks that it generally puzzles a horse to know what a woman is driving at. It is usually the case with the nations which carry war into Africa that they would be ashamed to carry such war anywhere else. Chinese women devote very little ttaM to hairdressing. Their tresses are arranged once a month, and they Bleep with their heads in boxes. That infernal machine must have given Emperor William a terrible frtgbt. He hasn’t said or done a sensational thing since he received it. When you meet a fellow with a six weeks overdue hair cut it is hard to tell whether he. is a football player, an embryo cow-puncher or a spiritualist. If the fellow who points the gun that “isn't loaded” would only contrive to get at the other end of it once in a while there would be something to assuage the grief of the occasion. Portugal, Italy, and France are Higgling with constitutional government again, and exhibiting all the airy grace, abandon, and eclairecissement of the fat girl’s trial trip on a bicycle. ____________ If the Nictheroy and America carry the amount of dynamite with which they are accredited by the New York papers we won’t need a cablegram to inform us of their meeting with Admiral Mello’s ship, the Aquidaban. The High Level Bridge, which is projected to cross the Mersey at Liverpool, will be one of the greatest of its kind in Europe. It is to consist of two spans on the arch suspension principle, each span being 1,150 feet tong and 150 feet above the river at high water. When your horse is heated from riding or driving, do not let him stand in a draught, and if very warm rub him briskly all over with a coarse towel or a wisp of straw, and cover him with a light blanket which will absorb perspiration and prevent a chilling of the surface. An interesting sentimental ceremony was performed in England recently, when some friends of the dead poet and translator, Edward Fitzgerald, planted at his grave a rose bush that had been grown from one that had flourished on the grave of Omar Khayyam, the Persian poet whom Fitzgerald paraphrased so prettily into English. William Simpson, the artist, brought home to England in 1884 a few seeds of a rose he had picked at the Persian poet’s grave, and Thistleton Dyer raised plants from them in Kew Gardens. 1 The fact that several of the recently constructed hotels have a private safe for each guest has led to the question as to how much they and safes in general are used by hotel patrons. More and more each year the use of the hotel safe is declining, much to the pleasure of bonifaces who have time and again been compelled to pay for packages lost or stolen that were intrusted to them. In times past some enormous sums have been placed in hotel safes. This was especially so before the custom became so prevalent of sending money by express from one point to another. Remarkable (discoveries of petroleum have been made on tbe island of Saghalien, off the eastern coast of Siberia. It is likely that this supply will furnish the China and India trade, and may limit the sales of Eastern petroleum on our own Pacific coast. The European petroleum trade is almost entirely controlled by the Russian oil monopoly, which is a wealthy corporation that has resisted encroachments on its field as successfully as the Standard Oil monopoly has done in this country. - It is probable that the Russian oil operators will secure control of the Saghalien oil field if it proves as valuable as is now supposed. The strike on tbe Lehigh Valley Railroad was from the beginning a strike doomed to failure. It was begun on a wrong basis: the demand that the railroad officials shall be dictated to by outsiders instead of dealing directly with their employes. It was, moreover, a strike begun at the wrong time for success, however Just its basis. The reduction of force on other railroads that has lately been made has thrown thousands of 1 skilled railroad employes out of Work. No trade organization could »ope to prevent these from applying W work when they found that Wither railroad was needing their Vices and offering th«n perma- . t situations. w BTMANGELY.our ideas of groWs change as we advance in life! ■w girl in her teens the riper

maiden of tweney-ttve seems aged. Twenty-two thinks thirty-five “an old thing." Thirty-five dreads forty, but congratulates herself that there may still be some ground to bo possessed in the fifteen years before the half century shall be obtained. But fifty does not by any means give up the battle of life. It feels middleaged and vigorous, and thinks old age a long way in the future. Sixty remembers those who have done great things at three-score; and one doubts ! if Parr, when he was married at one hundred and twenty, had at all begun to feel himself an old man. It is the desire of life in us which makes us feel young so long. William Sumner, the musician of blessed memory, was in his day the most absent-minded man in Worcester, says the Gazette. It is a fact that a friend once met him walking placidly down Chatham street with a coal scuttle swinging in his hand. “Why, where ane you going, Mr. Sumner?" he asked. “To Boston," placidly .replied the old gentleman, smiling and swinging the scuttle. “Are you carrying coals to Boston?" said his friend. “Bless me,” exclaimed Mr. Sumner, his countenance changing, “I thought that was my bag." Nobody ever laughed unkindly at Mr. Sumner's one failing, but sometimes it caused a friendly smile. . Most of us lapse into forgetfulness of the fact that the Duke of Veragua is on his ducal uppers until our memory is jogged, and we recall that somebody somewhere offered last summer on behalf of the Amerian people to replenish his depleted purse. Now comes a foreign note saying that while his grace’s bankruptcy amounts to nearly $1,000,000, and his creditors in Paris are very bitter in their complaints against him, yet letters from the fashionable Spanish watering place of San Sebastian describe him as giving handsome entertainments in his chateau there. Apparently a duke in debt is not required to pay up like us unfortunate republicans. The warlike nature of football as at present played by our young collegians is attracting general attention. When two Yale giants fell upon an opponent, the other day, and “forced his head sideways and downward ufron his chest with a crackling sound” it was generally agreed that it was too much like war. The protest from West Point as to the brutality of football is n6t likely to to unheeded. It is time now for the Presidents of Harvard, Yale, Columbia, and Princeton to go on record as to how they view the brutal game which has killed three young men in as many weeks. Are they willing to have the intellectual standard of their colleges measured by its brutal- 1 ity? ___________ . “Evacuation Day,” as the 25th of November is called ly New-Yorkers, was celebrated as never before by the unveiling of a monument to Nathan Hale, the boy spy of the revolution, who was executed in 1776, when he was 21 years old. His dying words, “I regret that I have but one life to give to my country," have been an inspiration to patriotism in all the contests which this country has gone through since his death. Dr. Edward Everett Hale, a great-grand-nephew of Nathan Hale, was one of the speakers at the unveiling of the monument. Before the ceremony the members of the Washington Continental Guard in Continental uniform paraded the streets, and marched to the music of a drum beaten by a man in no uniform. It was altogether a great day for American patriotism. The mistake of Western farmers in going into debt to produce crops without any means of taking care of them has been shown this year by the farmers of Eastern Washington and Northern Idaho. They have been in the habit OF growing wheat with no barns or granaries to put it in, relying on a supply of cheap bags into which the wheat was put as threshed. This year the supply of bags failed. The rainy season came on and several million bushels of wheat, have been ruined. Some of it was threshed, piled on the ground and covered with straw. But this was damp, and with the wet straw above it this has rotted down with thq rest. A few were fortunate enough to have hogs to which their wheat was fed, and these have made something from their crop. Much wheat was never, cut. It was seen that there was no way to save it, and it was left to be beaten down by rains as it grew. Stub Ends of Thought. It's a cold day when you can’t find sunshine somewhere in this world. It makes your burden twice as heavy to think about it. If the flowers were as dissatisfied as human beings are, we would have to use disinfectants on them. A poem without a soul cannot hope for immortality. The man who takes a smile away from his family to give it to somebody else ought to be lynched. Beauty speaks the same language | to all peoples. | Love is the molasses on the bread iof matrimony—somebody must pro--1 vide the bread. Hope is a necessity; realization a ■ luxury. ; More women stop thinking to talk, I than stop talking to think. i A million persons need one dollar i to one who needs a million dollars.— : Free I’resa . . . o J ust the Same Now. In the average ancient Roman house the fastening usually consisted of a bolt placed at the base of each half door, so that it might be pushed , into a socket made into a sill to re- ! ceive it

A CHRISTMAS SERMON PULPIT FESTOONED WITH HOLI- ‘ DAY GREEN. Rev. Or. Twlniuga'x Sermon on Christ the Star—A Living, Speaking. Historic,, and EiangellaUo Star —A Übcounw That Glows with Eloquence. Hack In BrooklynIn the Brooklyn Tabernacle on Christmas duy a great audience assembled to participate in tho services. Standing' nefore tho organ, festooned with Christmas greens, this sermon was delivered by Rev. Dr. Talmage, a ter the throngs had sung "The Star of Bethlehem.” Text, Revelation xxii, 16, “I am tho bright and the morning star. ” This is Christmas eve. Our attention and the attention of the world is drawn to the star that pointed down to the caravansary where Christ was born. But do not let us forget that Christ himself was a star. To that luminous fact my text calls us. ' It seems as if the natural world were anxious to make up for the damage it did our race in furnishing the forbidden fruit. If that fruit wrought death among the nations, now all the natural product shall become a symbol of blessing. The showering down of the wealth of the orchard will make us think of Him whom Solomon describes as the apple tree among the trees of tho wood, ana the flowers of tangled glen and cultured parterre shall be the dew glinted garland for the brow of the Lord Jesus, Yes, even the night shall be taxed, and its brightest star shall be set as a gem in the coronet of our holy religion. Have you ever seen the morning star advantageously? If it was on your way home from a night’s carousal, you saw none of its beauty;. If you merely turned over on your pillow in the darkness, glancing out of the window, you know nothing about the cheerful influence of that star. But there are many in this house to-night who in great passes of their life, some of them far out at sea, have gazed at that star and been thrilled through withindescrihle gladness. That star comes trembling as though with the perils of the darkness, and yet bright with the anticipations of the day. It seems emotional with all tenderness, its eyes filled with tears of many sorrows. It is the gem on the hand of the morning thrust up to signal its coming. Other stars are dim, like holy candles in a cathedral Or silver beads counted in superstitious litany, but this is a living star,a speaking star, a historic star, an evangelistic star-bright and brilliant and triumphant symbol of the great Redeemer. The telegraphic operator puts his finger on the silver key of the electric instrument, and the tidings fly across the continent. And so it seems to me that the finger of inspiration is placed upon this silver point in the heavens, and its thrill through all the earth. “Behold, I bring you good tidings of great jov which shall be to all people. Behold, lam the bright and morning star. ” The meaning of my text is this: As the morning star precedes and promises the coming of the day. so Christ heralds the natural and spiritual dawn. In the first place, Christ heralded the coming of the creation. There was a time when there was no order, no sound or beauty. No wing stirred. No word was uttered. No light sped. As far as God could look up, as far down, as far out, there was nothing. Immeasureable solitude. Height and depth and length and breadth of nothingness. Did Christ then exist? Oh, yes. “By Him were all things made that are made: things in Heaven and things in earth and things under the earth.” Yes, He antedated the creation. He led forth Arcturus and his eons. He shone before the first morning. His voice was heard in the concert when the morning stars serenaded the advent of our infant earth, when, wrapped in swaddling clothes of light, it lay in the arms of the great Jehovah. He saw the first fountain laid. He saw the first light kindled. That hand which was afterward crushed upon the cross was thrust into chaos, and it brought out one world and swung it in that orbit, and brougnt out another world and swung it in another orbit, and brought out all the worlds and swung them in their particular orbits. They came like sheep at the call of a shepherd. They knew His voice, and He called them "all by their names. Oh, it is an interesting thought to me to know that Christ had something to do with'the creation. I see now why it was so easy for Him to change water into wine. He first created the water. I see now why it was so easy for Him to cure the maniac. He first created the intellect. I see now why it was so easy for Him-to hush the tempest. He sank Gennesaret. I see now why it was so easy for Him to swing fish into Simon s net. He made the fish. I see now why it was so easy for Him to give sight to the blind man. He created the optic nerve. I see now why it was so easy* for Him to raise Lazarus from the dead. He created the body of Lazarus and the rock that shut him in. Some suppose that Christ came a stranger to Bethlehem. Oh, no. He created the shepherds, and the flocks they watched, and the hills on which they pastured, and the heavens that overarched their heads, and the angels that chanted the chorus on that Christmas night. That hand which was afterward nailed to the cross, was an omnipotent and creative hand and the whole universe was poised on the tip of one of his fingers. Before the world was Christ was. All the world came trooping up out of the darkness, and He greeted them, as a father greets his children, with a “good morning.” or a “good night.” Hail, Lord Jesus, morning star of the first creation. Again, Christ hearalds the dawn of comfort in a Christian soul. Sometimes we come to passes in life where all kinds of tribulations meet us. You are building up some great enterprise. You have bunt the foundation—the wall—you are just about to put on the capstone, when everything is demob’ 1 ished. You have a harp all strung for sweetest accord, and some greatagony crushes it. There is a little voice hushed in the household. Blue eye closed. Color dashed out of the cheek. The foot still. Instead of the quick feet in the hall, the heavy tread of those who march to the grave. Oh, what are people to do amid all these sorrows? Some sit down and mourn. Some bite their lip until the blood comes. Some wring their pale hands. Some fall on their faces. Some lie on their backs helpless and look up into what seems to them an unpitying Heaven. Some pull their hair down over their eyes and look through with a fiend's glare. Some, with both hands, press their hot brain and want to die and cry, “O God, OGod!” Long night, bitter night, stupendous night of the world's suffering! Some know not which way to turn. But not so the Christian man. Tie looks up toward the heavens. He sees a bright appearance in the heavens. Can it ba only a Hashing meteor? Can it be only a falling star? Can it be only a delusion? Nay. nay. The longer he looks the more aistvwt it becomes, until as-

ter awhile ho cries out, “A star—a morning star, a star of comfort, a star of grace, a star of peace, the star of the Redeemer!” Peace for all trouble. Balm for all wounds. IJfe forail dead. Now Jesus, tho groat heart healer, comes into our home. Peace! Peace that posse th all understanding. We look up through our tears. We are comforted. It is the morning star of the Redeemer. “Who broke off that flower?” said one servant in tho garden to another. “Who broke off thqt flower?” And tho other said, “Tho master." Nothing more was said, for if Che master had not a right to break off a flower to wear over his heart or to set in tho vase in the mansion, who has a right to touch the flower? And when Christ comes down into our garden to gather lilies, shall wo fight Him back? Shall we talk as though He had no right to come? If any ono in all tho universe has a right to that which is beautiful in our homes, then our master has. and Ho will take it,and Ho will wear it over his heart, or He will set it in the vase of tho palace eternal. “The Lord gave, ana the Lord hath taken away; blessed be tho name of the Lord.”'- Peace, troubled soul! 1 pul tho bglnalon your woundefi heart to-night. The morning star, the morning star of the Redeemer. Again Christ holds the dawn of millennial glory. It is night in China, night in India, night in Siberia, night for the vast majority of the world’s population. But it seems to mo there are some intimalions of tho morning. All Spain is to bo brought under tho influence of the gospel. What is that light I see breaking over tho top of the Pyrenees? The morning! Yea, all Italy shall receive the gospel. Sho shall have her schools and colleges and her churches. Her vast population shall surrender themselves to Christ. What is that light I see breaking over tho top of tho Alps? Tho morning. All India shall come to God. Her idols shall he cast down. Her juggernauts shall be broken. Her temples of iniquity shall be demolished. What is that light I see breaking over tho top of the Himalayas? The morning. The empurpled clouds shall gild tho path of the conquering day. The Hottentot will come out of his mud hovel to look at the dawn; tho Chinaman will come up on the granite cliffs, the Norwegian will get up on tho rocks, and all the beach of Heaven will be crowded with celestial inhabitants come out to see the sun rise over the ocean of the world’s agony. They shall come from the East, and from the 'West, from the North, and from the South, and sit down in the kingdom of God. These sweltered under tropical suns. Those shivered under Icelandic temperature. These plucked the vineyards in Italy. These packed the teaboxes in China. These were aborigines lifting up their dusky faces in tho dawn. And the wind shall waft it, and every mountain shall become a transfiguration, and the sea will become the walking place of Him who trod the wave cliffs of stormy Tiberias, and the song of joy shall rise toward Heaven, and the great sky will become a sounding board which shall strike back the shout of salvation to the earth until it rebounds again to the throne of the Almighty, and tho morning star of Christian hope will become the full sunburst of millenial glory. Again, Christ heralds the dawn of Heaven upon every Christian's dying pillow. I suppose you have noticed that the characteristics of people in their healthful days are very apt to be their characteristics in their dying days. The dying words of ambitious Napoleon were, “Head of the Army.” The dying words of poetic Lord Byron were, “I must sleep now.” The dying words of affectionate Lord (Nelson were, “Kiss me, Hardy.” The dying words of Voltaire were, as he saw one he supposed to be Jesus in the room, “Crush that wretch. ” But I have noticed that the dying words of Christians always mean peace. Generally the pain is all gone, and there is a great quietude through the room. As one of these brothers told me of his mother in the last moment: “She looked up and said, pointing to some supernatural being that seemed to be in the room. ‘Look at that bright form. Why, they have come for me now.' ” The lattice is turned so that the light is very pleasant. It is peace all around. You ask yourself: “Why. can this be a dying room? It is so different from anything I ever expected.” And you walk the floor, and you look out of the window, and you come back and look at your watch, and you look at the face of the patient again, and there is no change, exceot that the face is becoming more radiant, more illuminated. The wave of death seems coming up higher and higher, until it has touched the ankle, and then it comes on up until it touches the knee, and 4hen It comes on up until it reaches the girdle, and then ify comes on up until it reaches the hp, and the soul is about to be floated away into glory, and you roll back tbe patient’s sleeve, and you put your finger on the pulse, and it is getting weaker and weaker, and the pulse stops, and you hardly know whether life has gone out or not. Indeed, you cannot tell when she goes away, "she goes away so calmly. Perhaps it is 4 o'clock in the morning, and you have the bed wheeled around to the window, and the dying one looks out into the night sky. and she sees something that attracts her attention, and vou wonder what it is.. Why, it is a star, it is a star that out of its silver rim is pouring a su-per-natural light into that dying, experience. And you say, “What is it that you are looking at?” She says, “It is a star.” You say, “ What star is that seems so well to please you? “Oh,” she says, “that is the morning star—Jesus'.” I would like to have my death bed under that evangelical star —I would like to have my eye on that star, so that I could be assured of the morning. Then the dash of the surf of the sea of death would only be the billowing up of the promise, “When thou passest through tho waters, I will be with thee,'and the rivers, they shall not overflow thee.” All other lights will fail—the light will fail from the scroll of fame, the light that flashes from the gem in the beautiful apparel, the light that flames from the burning lamps of a banquet—but this light burns on and burns on. Paul kept his eye on that morning star, until he would say: “I am now ready to be offered, and tho time of my departure is at hand; I have fought the good light I have finished my course. I have kept the faith.” Edward Payson kept his eye on that star until he could say, “The breezes of Heaven fan me.” Dr. Goodwin kept his eye on that evangelistic stax until he could say, “I am swallowed up in God.” John Tennant kept his eye on that evangelistic star until he could say, “Welcome, sweet Lord Jesus—welcome, eternity.” No. ’other star ever pointed a mariner into so safer a harbor. No other star ever sunk its silvered anchor into the waters. No other star ever pierced such accumulated cloud,orbeckoned with such a holy luster. With lanterns and torches and a guide, we went down in the Mammoth cave of Kentucky. You may walk fourteen miles and soo no sunlight. V'lt is a stupendous place. Some places the root of the cave a hundred feet high. The grottoes filled with weird echoes, cascades falling from invisible height to invisible depth. Stalagmites

rising up from the roor of the cave—stalactites descending from the roof of tho cave, joining each other, and making pillars of the Almighty 's sculpturing. There are rosettes of amethyst in halls of gypsum. As the guide carries his lantern ahead of you, the shadows have an appearance supernatural and spectral. The darkness is fearful. Two people, getting lost from 1 their guide only for a few hours, years ago, were demented, and for veers sat in their insanity. You feet like holding your breath aa you walk across tho triages that seem to span the bottomloss abyss. Tbe guide throws his calcium light down into the caverns, and the light rolls and tosses from rook to rock and from depth to dopth, making at every plunge a now revelation of the awful power that could have made such a place as that. A sense of suffocation comes upon you as you think that you are 250 feet in a straight line from the sunlit surface of the earth. The guide after awhile takes you into what is called tho “Star Chamber,” and then he says to you, “Sit hero," and then he takes the lantern and goes down under the rocks, and it gets darker and darker, until the night is so thick that the hand an inch from the eye is unobservable. And then, by kindling ono of tho lanterns and placing it in a cleft of tho rock, there is a reflection cast on the dome of the cave, and there are stars coming out in constellations-a brilliant night heavens—and you involuntarily exclaim: "Beautiful! beautiful!” Then ho takes tho lantern down in ether depths of the cavern, and wanders on, and wanders off, until he comes up from behind the rocks gradually, and it seems like the dawn of tho morning, and it,gets brighter and brighter. The guide is a skilled ventriloquist, and he imitates the voices of the morning, and soon the gloom is all gone, and you stand congratulating yourself over the wonderful spectacle. Well, there are a great many people who look down into the grave as a great cavern. They think it is a thousand miles subterraneous, and all the echoes seem to be the voices of despair, and the cascades seem to be the falling tears that always fall, and the gloom of earth seems coming up in stalagmite, and the gloom of the eternal world seems descending in tho stalacite, making pillars of indescribable horror! The grave is no such place as that to me, thank God. Our divine Guide takes us down info the great caverns, and we have the lamp to our feet and the light to our path, and all the echoes in the rifts of the rock are anthems, and all the falling waters are fountains of salvation, and after atyhile we look up and, behold! tho cavern of the tomb has become a king’s star chamber. And while we are looking at the pOmp of it an everlasting morning begins to rise, and all tho tears of earth crystalize into stalagmite, rising up in a pillar on the ono side, and all the glorious of Heaven seem to be descending in stalactite, making a pillar on the other side, and you push against the gate that swings between the two pillars, and as the gate flashes open you find it is one of the twelve gates which are twelve pearls. Blessed be God that through this gospel the mammoth cave of the sepulcher has become the illumined Star Chamber of the King! I would God that if my sermon today does not lead you to Christ, that before morning, looking out of the window, the astronomy of the night heavens might lead you to the feet of Jesus. Hark 1 Hark! To God the chorui breaks From evorv host, from every gem; But one atone, the Saviour speaks — Is the Star of Bethlehem. To Make Teeth White. ‘•What shall I use on my teeth to make them nice and white?” I asked my dentist “Elbow-grease,” was the laconic reply. “You women," he continued, “think that when you run the brush over your teeth two or three times you’ve done your duty, and are keeping your teeth in splendid condition. You will stand for half an hour before the looking-glass, fretting and wondering'how you can rid yourself of an almost invisible pimple; but the tartar on your teeth is a secondary matter, whereas, I assure you, good, sound teeth add more to the beauty es the face than tbe smoothest complexion. Exercise your tooth brush. Give at least three minutes’time to it. You do? Oh, I think not. Jlist time yourself once—keep your watch by you—and when you’re through brushing, look at your timepiece and see whether you really spent three minutes, or even two, on this part of your toilet. The time seems long, but it isn’t. I always tell the children th at .come to me fur treatment to brush their teeth for five or ten minutes-then I know they’ll give about three minutes to IL Y r es, my dear madam, use elbow grease on your teeth. It’s the best dentrifice In existence. Good Morning."—Philadelphia Record.

Tit Ibr Tat. A short time ago a certa’n general who had never been on active service was inspecting a regiment of infantry just returned from foreign service. While walking down the ranks he made inquiries of certain men as to their length of service and number of good conduct badges they were possessed of. Coming to a smart, old Irish soldier, he inquired his length of service. •“Eighteen years,” smartly replied Pat “And how many good conduct badges have you, my man?" asked the General. “Never a one,” sad Pat “Well, you are the first old soldier I have seen without good conduct badges,” said the General, gazing sternly at Pat “And, be jabers,” indignantly replied I’at “ye’re the first General I’ve seen with a medal.” “Private John Allen." ••I never knew until to-day," said a well-known Georgia politician, “how Representative Allen of Mississippi, got the nickname ‘Private’ John Allen.” “How was that?” somebody asked. p-*He was running for Congress against, Gen. Tuckei out In Mississippi, and Tucker mada/aspeech one day whooping himself jipon his war record. He started out! by. saying, in stentorian voice, ‘I 'slept one night before the battle in a tent— ’ This was enough for Allen. When he got up to speak he smd. ‘Yes, boys, Gen. Tucker did slepp in that tent that night, and 1 stood guard on picket around this tent > Now, all you here to-day who slept In tdnts vote for Tucker, but those who stood guard in tbe rain and cold [vote for John Allen.’ From that moment to this he has been called ‘Private’ John Allen. Os course he was elected. ”

HOLIDAY MEDITATION _ ,!• I VARIOUS SUBJECTS FOR LEGISLATIVE MINDS. Tbe Wll eon BUI Is First—Jerry Simpson's Suggestive Proposition — Fetter Would Scatter Silver I toilers —The Nlrantgue Csusnl—South Dakota's Russian I'esL For Future Consideration. \ Washington oorreeixuidence:

CONGRESSMEN may spend their ’holiday vacation in studying up the Wilson tariff bilL It Is practically in the shape it will ultimately wear when offered to the Home. The Ways and ► Moans Committee g aro receiving re”quests for modi- _ flcation of the b! I ” from various - sources, each ap--1 pllcant representIng that he Is Injured by the measure. Says

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one member of tbe committee: “it is , pi etty well understood that our people are opposed to any further tinkering with the bill in tbe interest of any particular interests and districts. There is no valid reason for any further delay, and wo ought to get something definite in the way of information into tho House.” It is from the Eastern manufacturers that the greatest protest oomes. There is a growing suspicion that Jerry Simpson is going to commence wearing rocks. He has introduced a bill to repeal the duties upon woolen yarns ana manufactured woolen goods. He savs if foreign wool Is to come in untaxed, and the American farmer has to compete with that, he can see no good reason whv tho same farmer should not have tne benefit of competition between American and foreign manufacturers of woolen goods. Senator Peffer’s benevolent appearance is not belled by his latest act, for he has launched a scheme at once philanthropic and shrewdly calculated to further his well-known views regarding silver. He introduces a bill to relieve want and distress by distributing to the poor and needy 86,300,060 in standard silver dollars. Tho morals of tho people in the District of Columbia are evidenially getting a little questionable: for Mr. Mitchell, of Wisconsin, asks, in a bill, that horseracing in tho District be prohibited. Mr. Morgan insists that this government should declare its intention concorning the Nicaragua canal, in justice to all concerned. Mr. Hansbrough, of North Dakota, has a scheme to exterminate the Russian thistle in this country. He wants 81,000,000 appropriated for the purpose. He says that the Canadian thistle is a blessing compared with this new pest. It was introduced bv Russian immigrants In South Dakota about fourteen years ago, and has overrun fifty counties. He says it is absolutely worthless, and eventually chokes out every other form of vegetation. Even where it has not gained complete mastery, he says, it is necessary to put leather boots on horses while tilling the soil. And he wants the nuisance eradicated. All these and several other minor matters will be energetically pushed in the near future, Routine Business. r President Cleveland's, message transmitting the papers In relation to Hawaii brought on. a warm dlsehsslon in both houses An attack on the President's policy as to pensions was made by General Sickles in a speech In the House. In thto Senate Mr. Dolph talked on the tariff and Mr. Hansbrough pleaded for 5i.000,000 to exterminate the Russian thistle. A resolution to loan tho Columbus caravels to the Red Cross Society for exhibition purposes was presented In the Senate. Brazilian cable, federal elections and publ c relief -vere the measures that were discussed in «be Senate Tuesday. President Cleveland sent the name of Wayne MacVeagh to tho Senate for confirmation ns ambassador to Italy, and a big batch of Presidential appointments were taken up and confirmed. Chairman Wilson, of tbe Committee on Ways and Means, formally introduced the new tariff bill in the House. After filibustering which delayed matters the House passed tbe urgency deficiency bill. Senators on Wednesday discussed the need of goed roads and passed the urgency deficiency bill without amendment. Mr. Hoar attacked the legality of Blount's appointment as Commissioner to Hawaii Nominations of many Illinois postmasters were sent In. Wavne MacVesvh was confirmed as ambassador to Italv. The New York and New Jersey bridge bill, aa amended in conference, was passed by both houses. Secretary Carlisle's report was submitted to Congress He recommends an issue of bonds to increase the treasury's resources. The House of Re presentatives did not hing ‘Thursday, a spirit of opposition developing to everything presented. Mr. Wilson’s tariff bill will lie taken np immediately upon the assembling of the House after tbe holiday recess. In tbe Senate. Senator Cullom made objections to the confirmation of two Illinois postmasters who are not wanted bv hts colleague. Palmer. Eight commanders of merchantmen In Brazilian waters submitted an appeal for protection agajnst alleged Interference of insurgents. Both homes adjourned to reconvene Jan. 3,18 M. Lilly’s Prophecy. Lilly,'"the great English astrologer, annually published a little leaflet under the title of “Astrological Predictions. ” In the one for 1648 occurs the following: “In the year 1665 the aphellum of Mars will be In Virgo, and all kinds and sorts :f disasters to the commonwealth, monarchy and kingdom of England may be expected in that and the two following years."V It is needless toadd that 1665 brought the “great plague," which carried away 68,556 people and 1666 was the year of the “great Are" in which 13,200 houses were destroyed.

Telegraphic CUokx. Joseph Lydf. was mortally wounded at Selma, Ala., by a sho fired by an unknown man. The Choster' - 'eld, 81., coal mines were sold to th Bremen Coal Mining Company for $13,000. Ixjuis Hiltz, proprietor of a drug store in Brooklyn. N. Y., was killed by a motor at Norwalk, O. J. W. Davidson, deputy clerk of court, dropped dead at Findlay, 0., during a term of court At Huntington, Ind., a little child of Daniel Boxwell fell into a tub of scalding water and was boiled to death. Carrying black and red banners the unemployed of London marched the streets until the police took their flags. The trial has commenced at Portland, Oregon, of twenty-two of -the twenty-seven men Indicted for smuggling Chinese. ; The plant of the Dealers’ Distilling Company at Hammond, Ind., was destroyed by fire. Loss, 8200,000; insurance, 865,000. The National Cutlery Company has: been organized at Rockford, Ill.,with a capital of 875,000. Chicago men are Interested in it. . ■ •

i " ————' $8,000,000 Tobacco mil Havcd. Chicago, Doo. 23. [Special.]—The Chicago Inter Ocean's Illustrated Supplement, describing tho groat success and merit of NO-TO-BAC" has made it famous in a day. Mr. H. L. Kramer, the active man, waa seen to-day at his office, 46 Raadolph street, and in talking of NO-PO-BAC’B growth, said it was hard work to keep up with tho rapidly increasing demand, as every box sold advertised NO-TO-BAU’S merit, He said, “NO TO-BAC is not Bold oa the strength of the thousands and tens of thousands of testimonial statements, but under an absolute guarantee to cure, or mbnoy refunded.’’ That made a long story about merit very short, as It absolutely protects the user from physical injury or financial toes. “Why,” said ho, ‘iNO-TO-BAO will make 100,060 cures this year, and the saving will average $50.00 for every ono cured, or a grand total of $5,000,000 saved from going up in smoke and out in spit." NO-TO-BAC is, indeed, a God-eend to the poor man these hard times. According to the testimonials, however, tho money saving is tho lo'art consideration, for almost every one reports an improvement of the nervous system, increase in weight, ana a revival of physical and mental powers that is indeed miraculous. Prominent physicians look upon No-lO-BACas a great success, and are very free to proscribe it Every wholesale jlrug house in thia country and Canada sells NO-TO-BAC, and the retail druggists are pushed to supply customers, and the direct mail demand is immense. The cost of NO-TO-BAC compared with results is a small matter, as the saving in a week pays the cost of a cure for a life-time. NO-TO-BAC is sold for 81.00 a box, or three boxes for $2.50, with a guarantee to cure, or money refunded. A few extra copies of the Inter Ocean supplement (8 pages,) illustrated in five colors, have been secured and will be mailed >for asking, by addressing The Storlinir Remedy Co., Chicago office, 45 Randolph St., New York office, 10 Spruce St.. laboratory, Indiana Mineral Springs, Ind. His Face Was His Fortune. On the southern edge of Phelps County lives Swartzlander, who is considered tbe ugliest man in Missouri, and there are some of his neighbors who will bet his equal cannct be produced from any quarter. Swartzlander, who is 30 years old, has white hair, eyes like a Chinaman, no eyebrows, a nose of abnormal proportions, which lops over almost to bls cheek-bone, and is ornamented at the end with a beautiful comic bulb. He is lank and tall, and there are numerous other imperfections that add so this picture of general and particular ugliness. Swartzlander was arrested about a year ago for cutting timber on Government lands in Pulaski County, and when his trial came up at Springfield before the United , states Court, the prisoner was promptly arraigned. While tbe District Attorney was reading, the Judge said, addressing the District Attorney: “You may enter nolle presequi in the prisoner’s case. After a careful scrutiny of his physiogomy 1 am convinced that any man who is compelled to carry tnat face is punished quite enough for tbe amount of lumber which he is charged with having unlawfully taken from Governpient lands. You are dischargeu, Mr. Swartzlander. Go as quickly as you can, and don’t forget to take your face with you. ’’ Undoubtedly this decision of the learned and discriminating Judge at Springfield, Ma, entitle Scott Swartzlander to tbe undisputed title, '•The Ugliest man in Missouri.” — St Louis Globe-Democrat Active Old Age. When a man has lived to a great age, there is generally a widespread curiosity as to his method of accomplishing it The centenarian is Questioned as to his habits t of< life, but alas! the evidence obtained is conflicting indeed. Sometimes it appears that he has obeyed all the laws of virtuous and temperate living, and again he confesses that he has eaten all sorts of indigestible food, and that baths are to him an unknown luxury. An example which some people would find It pleasant to follow, -is that of an English woman who made old age a question of frequent eating and drinking. “Folks should take their meals re/ular, ’’ said sha "A dew bit and breakfast, a stay bit and dinner, a mammet and crummet, and a bit after supper.” This made eight meals in aIL No wonder her tissues were (repaired so fast that they bad no time to waste! One rule, however, is safe for those who would live to be old. Ignore the fact of advancing age, and keep up an Interest in ths events of an active life. “Idon't-mlnd your knowing how old-I am, ’' said a man who was bent on long life, “but I mind knowing it myself. ” He It was who used to say to himself every morning, when he was shaving: “Now, John, you are only twentyfour hours older than you were yesterday, and what you did yesterday yea can do to-day." American Fruits Abroad. Florida and California fruit is competing successfully with Mediterranean products in European mtfrkets this year, and the shipments already aro largely in excess of those of previous years. Successful experiments have also been made this year with shipments of California and Washington fruit to Japan and other countries of the Orient. From a twenty-acre prune ranch a Washington grower obtained this year forty tons of dried fruit, which he sold iu Portland at $l5O a ton. Bucaramanquina. The name in the heedline is that of a new species bf fibrous mineral recently discovered bySenor H. Elvoy Valenzuela in the United States of Colombia. It has many of the remarkable properties of asbestos and Is perfectly transparent as well as incombustible. It can be reduced te pulp and molded into light fire and water proof boards and shingles for houses. The discoverer believes that it is adapted to papermaking and that it will also be used in the manufacture of carpets and clothing. A Good Thing to Know. Prof. Totten—The world is coming to an end. Keeper—Which end?— Tkuth.