Decatur Democrat, Volume 38, Number 7, Decatur, Adams County, 4 May 1894 — Page 7

J. urOATUB, IND. •WWWWW**** M. BLACKBURN. . - - Puauanm. If it's worth doing don't slight It A man does not necessarily take high ground when he usee a little hint. '-—-J-—-— Time filet and stays for no man. The only fellow who can beat it Is the musician. As well try to eat soup with a fork a* to endeavor to eat Saratoga chips in the same way. AN article that is altogether too sparingly used in hotels, especially In country hotels, Is paint Don't be a clam. If you have got to be anything of the kind, be a mud turtle. Then you may have some snap to you. •H3SS========== Sometimes the modern minister who gets 86,000 a year, la six days invisible, and the seventh is entirely incomprehensible. ▲ worldly life has as much restriction, indifferent ways, as a good life, without the final remunerations that a good life has. Prof. Totten says that the moon is without water or air. We can realise the condition of the man in it who cannot irrigate. * . ▲ Kentucky woman recently brought suit against a railroad for killing her horse and her husband. She got 1160 for the horse and 1 cent for the husband. ■ Thb British have defeated Kabba Bega, King of Unyor, and will soon annex his territory to Uganda. Queen Victoria always has an ace up her sleeves for those savage kings. In evils which admit a remedy, impatience should be avoided, because it wastes that time and atten* tlon in complaints, which, if properly applied, might remove the causa. “Handsome Pitchers" are advertired hi the dally papers. The Oom. mercial Bulletin suggests that here is a chance for the baseball clubs to trade off some of their ugly muga According to the Census Bureau report the value of all real and personal property in the United States is over 866,000,000,000, or about 11,000 each for all the inhabitants. This would be very satisfactory if the amount were a little more evenly distributed. Rmturns just made to Parliament of accidents to railway employes in Great Britain show that the percentage in proportion to the numebr of persons employed steadily decreased, with one slight exception, from the year 1873 to 1888; but there was an Increase again during 1889, 1890, and 1801, and again a decrease in 1802. It gives a graphic idea of the cost of modern warfare to know that such missiles as were fired in the recent tests at Bandy Hook cost 8380 each and the powder for each discharge cost 8106. The armor-plate target and its backing, which were destroyed by four shots, cost over 813,000. It 1 is expensive now even to play at war. Additional evidence of the fact that incandescent lamps will set fire is presented from Minneapolis. It appears that while employes were draping a show window display, and were-arranging the electric lights, one of the incandescent globes exploded, and a spark of electricity or a portion of the heated carbon instantly ignited the fabric, and an in--1 clplent conflagration was started. | In a neglected, almost forgotten | spot in the village cemetery at BainI bridge, Ohio, is the grave of Dr. I William Harris, who Is said to have | been the first dentist to make artificial R teeth Ih the United States. As early I as 1800 Harris would out off the huII man tooth, kill the nerve, bore a h, hole, and insert a Jiickory plug, to I I which he attached the tooth of a llsheepk He first called it a "pivot" jitooth. M A number of Chinamen, who were I xbeing sent back to the Flowery King. I Worn in accordance with the deporta|’%ion clause in the Anti-Chinese law, imieftthe steamer at Victoria and are 114>ow at large under the protection of fehe Br,t,Bh flaß * This escapade sugthe advisability of securing the |%Mistance of Great Britain in carrying out the law or of shipping China- | Bien on steamers that do not touch | It British ports en route. "For ways I mat are dark and for tricks that are I Ivin the Heathen Chinee Is pecooI r r,M --------- I littMwSZiHAt wvids spoken

■ — • • —wk AVlgUllM Hakki End I, who was Turkish Commissioner to the Exposition. He imbibed his dangerous doctrines in the congresses and returned home filled with the spirit of reform. But whatever the temporary check imposed by the Porte, the young men of Turkey are aroused, and a change is inevitable. The principal of a boys' academy in Middletown, N. Y, has Inaugurated the policy of having jury trials in which the pupils shall be the ju rors In ail cases of offences against school discipline. The young men are thus given some practical experience in deciding as to the weight of evidence. In the first case the jury unanimously voted a verdict of acquittal In the next a verdict of guilty was rendered, and a severe punishment was recommended. The experience gained in jury duty is undoubtedly educational in its effects, and the young men from the Middletown school will in afterlife be better fitted for jury duty than are the majority of those on whom it is imposed only after they become grown men. The heroine of the unsavory lawsuit at Washington has at least some sense’ of self-respect and decency left. She has rejected the offers of the buzzard-like theatrical managers who wanted her to go on the stage and will try to efface herself from the public memory by going, into retirement This determination is all the more pleasing because it was not expected. Decent people looked forward with apprehension to a theatrical campaign which would keep continually before the public the details of a scandal that should be forgotten as soon as possible. It la well that we are spared this infliction, and the young woman who has chosen to reject the chance of enriching herself by exhibiting her shame is entitled to a certain amount of consideration. It is to be regretted that the other party to the case has shown no intention to perform a similar act of self-effacement In the Pollard-Breckinridge trial, at Washington, the unseemly and morbid curiosity of the court room crowd so disgusted Judge Bradley that he rebuked them steruly,closing with these scathing remarks: "The spectators here have been on trial tor their decency,' and they have been proved guilty of indecent conduct These people who come here day after day are like buzzards waiting for a. pile of carrion." This reminds us of the old ‘ Presbyterian divine who remarked that although the Psalmist wrote "I said in my haste ail men are liars,** he might had he lived at the present day, have said it at his leisure. So, Judge Bradley need not have confined his remarks to the eager 1 steners in the court-room. All through the land there are morbid millions—men, women, and girls —waiting for their daily mess in the Dally Buzzard. There was almost a revolt in a girl’s seminary near Chicago, because the -teachers forbade the sale, within the precincts of the institution, of Daily Buzzards containing Pollard-Breckinridge carrion. Tit for Tat. It is not pleasant to stand in a witness-box and have your replies ridiculed by tne counsel on the other side when the cross-questioning—-cross in every sense—begins Accordingly, every incident in which the witness shivers his opponent's lance is heartily welcomed by the reading public. Here is one: A member of the bar, in relating some reminiscences of the court in times gone by, told of a case wherein one of the famous advocates of that time had badgered and crowded a witness until be had lost his temper. The witness incidentally said something about a cat, and the crafty lawyer seized upon this as a means of further worrying the witness. "How old was thereat?" asked the attorney. "1 don'tjenow?’’ was the answer. "How old do you think she was?" "It was a tomcat.” "I didn’t ask about the sex of the cat; I asked how old it was.” "You asked how old she was.” "Well, how old was that cat?” "I told you I didn’t know.” "Well, how oid do you think?” "Oh, 1 can’t tell.” "You can’t tell how old you think It was?” "I tell you I don’t know.’’ "Now,” said the counsel, "I want a plain answer to a plain question. How'old do you think it was?", The witness looked straight at the counsel, whose shining bald head was the most prominent feature of Ills figure, and calmly said: "Oh, I can’t guess how old the cat was, but he was old enough to be bald headed.*? Tho iawyer’sruddy face assumed a deeper hue, the spectators and members of the b£r tittered, and even the sterner features of the Judge relaxed into a smile at the answer, which ended that line of cross-ques-tioning. i Rossaund— Arc you engaged already? Beatrice—No, but I'm ready tn

Slug a song o’ good times, Skies a-clearin’ up*, Sugar in the sugar-bowl, Coffee in the cup. Sing a song o’ good times, Crops a-growin’ big: Cattle In the clover beds, Bacon in the pfg. Sing a song o’ good times. Hear the bugle sound 1 Kiss your wife an’ bless your life, An’ shake hands all around I —[Atlanta Constitution. DEUJ’SJEBI MES. "He’s coming, Deeley.” "Who’s coming?’’ "Land!” exclaimed Mrs. Brigham. "I don’t believe you’ve heard a word I’ve said I” Delia laughed as she emerged from the closet. “I don’t believe I want to hear any more about Deacon Brown’s widowed son-in-law,” she said. "He’s coming next week with the baby and a nurse.” "Let him come. The baby will be a comfort to Mrs. Brown.” "P’raps he’ll let her keep It. If h§ should marry again, Deeley, the second wife—” "Now, mother,” said Delia, interrupting her by putting both hands upon her cheeks and turning her face toward the light, “I, understand you perfectly. But—” "Now, Deeley, I ain’t no matchmaker at all. Only—” "Only you’d like me to marry the rich widower, with the encumbrance of a baby less than two years old. 1 understand you, mother mine.” Mrs. Brigham colored under Delia’s searching glances. She felt a painful consciousness that she had been too careless in the disclosure of her thought, "He’s rich. Maybe he’ll take a fancy to my Deeley.” She looked up at Delia almost beseechingly. Deeley was "odd,” the married sisters asserted, but this criticism of her youngest the mother resented. Deeley was a bit masterful, perhaps, but that was her fault, not Deeley’s, she reflected. "Confess,” said Delia. “Now, Deeley, when all I said ” "Well, well,” said Delia, with, a kiss, "we’ll let the widower drop into oblivion. Only, mother mine, I do not want my name connected with his. So do not let our neighbors even hint at such a thing to you. And—now listen, dear, you are not to try to bring together two people who do not want to know each ether.” “I do’ know why you say that, Deeley. He’s a likely man an’well to do.” < "There is such a thing as hearing too much about a person,” said Delia. * ‘Don’t mention his name again, k please, mother. I’m sick of a pantgon by the name of Carlton St. John. Such a name!” scornfully. She glanced at the clock as she "Goodness I” she exclaimed, "it is past ten I How provoking I I thought we’d have roast veal for dinner, but it is too late. I shall have to make a veal pie.” "I’d make it in the big pie-dish, Deeley. I wouldn’t wonder a mite if one of the girls dropped in about dinner time. I’ve kind o’ felt it in my bones that something would happen ’fore sundown.” "I’ll make it in the big dish. There shall be plenty. I’ll go for the veal now.” This was another of Delia’s oddities. To do one’s own marketing was a proper thing, but to bring home brown paper parcels, or baskets packed with groceries was not feminine, the sisterhood declared. An hour later Delia stood at the table rolling out the rich undercrust, in the making of which she excelled. Over the slow fire simmered the veal; while by the north window sat her mother paring potatoes. Mrs. Brigham was unwontedly silent. She was sore over her defeat, for so she considered it. How could she have been so careless, she asked herself. Did she not know from past humiliating experiences how "set” Deeley could be? She was therefore very silent. Suddenly she dropped her knife upon the floor. "Land, Deeley 1” she cried, "there’s a fire somewhere 1 Don’t you hear the bells a ringing? ” She jumped up and ran to the south window and looked from it eagerly. A fire was always a pleasurable excitement to her. She often felt impatient with Deeley for being cool and self-contained. "I can’t see a mite o’ smoke,” she said. "Go out on the veranda,” advised Delia. Nothing loth, Mrs. Brigham threw her apron over her head and left the room. "Th a moment she returned. "Oh, oh, Deeley!" she panted, "it’s here! The fire’s here 1 It’s our own rbofl ” "Nonsense I*’ said Delia, sharply. "Whoever told you that was joking. Our roof on fire I Well, I guess so I I guess we shall know when our own roof gets on fire without having to be told.” ' , "Spen—Spencer Field said—said—so,” said her mother, who was now sobbing. v ' “Spencer Field is a simpleton I" replied Delia. Nevertheless she ran out into the back yard. A half-dozen men stood there, looking up at the house-roof. One of them spoke reassuringly. "The engine ’ll be here directly. The boys ’ll soon put it out.” Delia gave a swift, comprehensive

fuss,” she said, contemptuously. She hurried back into the kitchen. Her mother was standing in the middle of the roam, wringing her hands. "I do’ knew what to do first, Deeley,” she whimpered. "There ain't nothing to do but lock the doors anil keep the crowd out; I ain’t going to have a crowd marching through the house.” This was soon accomplished, and advising her mother to resume her work. Delia returned to her pie-crust. Mrs. Brigham resented the suggestion. “I declare, Deeley,” she exclaimed, "a body’d think fires never did no damage. An’ if you've got nerve enough to stand here and work same as if there wa’n’t nothing a-flre, why, I ain’t cooler'n a cucumber, an* I’m going up attic to see if they’re putting it out.” Delia laughed- "They’ll be about twenty firerten up on the roof to put out a fire no bigger’n my hand,” she said. "But go along, mother. You’ll sleep easier for it, and I’ll finish paring the potatoes.” Her mother had hardly left the room when there came a loud rap upon the kitchen door. Delia paid no attention. A second followed. A third, a fourth,, and then, as a scowl gathered upon Delia’s forehead, a succession of strong blows, as of someone assailing the door with the intention oil forcing it open. Delia threw down her rolling-pin and opened the door. "What’s the matter, now?” she demanded, curtly. Three of their neighbors pressed into the room. "We must go upstairs,” they said. "It may have burned through inside, Deeley.” Delia laughed scorntully. "That speck o’ fire’d never burn a house down ’thout there was a gale o’ wind,” she said, "but I’ll let you go up 'long as you’re so concerned about it.” “You’re a bit upset, aint you, Deeley?” said one of the trio, as they passed out of the room. Delia made no reply, She stood with her hand upon the door-knob, eyeing a fourth man, who stood just outside, in the shed. He was a stranger to her. She looked at him steadily, and as steadily, lifting his hat, he returned her gaze. "He’s a tramp,” thought Delia. “Now I shall hear some pitiful tale.” She steeled her heart against it. He was not in need of food, she decided. His clothes were worn and shabby, though they fitted well, and there was an indefinable something about him which suggested a former respectability. Yet he had not that gauntness which told its own sad tale. She waited a moment, wondering that he did not speak. “Tramps were seldom so slow of speech,” she reflected. 1 ‘He was planning how to get in, doubtless. This fire was his opportunity, he probably felt. Well—” The tramp interrupted her train of thought. "I beg your pardon,” he said, ‘but coming through a vacant lot back here, just now, I saw sparks lodge on the roof above us.” His voice had in it a sweetness and refinement which still further surprised Delia. A sufficient explanation of it flashed quickly through her mind. “He is some bank official, a defaulting cashier just out of prison, ” she decided. Her reply therefore was sharply given. “ The firemen will attend to it.” "But—” "You are troubling yourself needlessly,” she interrupted, making a movement to close the door. He put his hand against it. " Pardon me,” he said, “but if you have a short ladder here, I will run up on the roof and see if—” " The firemen will”— "Pardon me, but since I saw those sparks descend upon the roof, I have a fancy to take the part of a fireman myself.” There was’a faint smile upon his face, as he thus pressed his desires. Delia resented it. A tramp, an exconvlct, smiling at her, daring to smile at her! Through her anger, however, she was sufficiently calm to perceive that she was, in a measure, in the man’s power. She was alone in the lower part of the house, the outside crowd were congregated in the front yard and upon the lawn, and. with the clamor of excited voices, and the din of the engine, she could not summon help. Strategy must be her defence, she concluded, quickly, and as quickly she answered him. “I don’t believe there’s even one spark alive and burning up there,” she said, a purposely pettish ring in her voice, “but if you’re so set about it, there’s a ladder down cellar.” "Tell me where to find it,” stepping inside the kitchen. “Oh, I’ll have to go down with you,” ungraciously. “Dear me, I never saw such a piece of work about a bit of shingle as folks is bound to make to-day,” She bolted the kitchen door, “I won’t have no more tramps bursting in here without my leave,” she said. Her tone was defiant almost to rudeness, but in her heart was a fear lest this tramp, this embezzler of bank funds, might dash into the dining room and the silver closet. Once there he would be monarch of all he surveyed. So, catching a shawl from a nail and throwing it over her shoulders, she opened the door leading into the cellar. "Wait,” she said, turning back. “It is so dark I must light a lamp.” This done, she led the way. Down the stairs the tramp followed her and across the stone floor to a corner of the cellar where was the rain-water large and of stone and brick | closely cemented. The top was cov-

na paused at one end and lifted a plank aside. Then she turned to tjie tramp. "If you are still beat on having a ladder,” she said, “you can climb Inside the cistern and get one. ’Twas left in there day before yesterday, when the cistern was cleanqd out. I s’pose you may as well go in for it as anybody. Somebody’ll have to get it out ’fore a rain comes.” "I’ll get ft,” said the tramp. "There’s no time to lose.” "Get It, then. I’ll hold thelamp.” The tramp stepped forward, rolling up his sleeves. “Oh, you won’t get wet,” commented Delia, with a short, scornful laugh. The tramp made no reply. He pushed a broken stool to the cistern’s side, stood upon it for a half second, placed his hands upon the edge, and drew himself up with an agility and ease which surprised Delia, who was used to seeing the asceift made with laborious struggling. "He's used to scaling walls,” was her inward comment. She waited until he had begun to let himself down into the cistern. Then holding the lamp above her head, and moving slowly backward, she called: "I wouldn’t be a mite surprised if that ladder was away over in the farther end. That/Jlm Little is a dreadful forgetful—” A splash of water interrupted her. "Hallo I” called the tramp, “I thought you said this place was dry, and here’s the water up to a man’s neck!” "If you’re in a hurry to put out those sparks, maybe I’d better run upstairs and see if they’ve got to blazing yet,” said Delia, as she turned and hurried across the floor. She ran up the stairs, opened the door into the light, sunny kitchen, shut it quickly, and bolted it. "There,” she said to herself, "there, my fine gentleman-tramp, it’ll take you some time, I think, to find your way out of that dark cellar!” ' She smiled grimly when she went out-of-doors and surveyed the crowd, who watched the firemen upon the roof of the main house. "Such a much-ado-about-nothing,” she said, contemptuously. “I could have gone up myself with a dipper of water, if I’d known about it.” But Delia, though cool and scornful, was not destitute of sense. Calling a fireman to her, she directed his attention to the shed roof. Then, returning to the house, she resumed the making of her veal pie. Half an hour later she was deftly covering the big dish, for which her mother had stipulated, with the rich top crust, for which she herself had a special fondness. Her face was grave, a# befitting her task, yet a close observer would have noted a gleam in her eyes, which betokened that her thoughts were not wholly upon her work. But presently a frown gathered upon her forehead, and she looked toward the door impatiently. It was thrown open with a touch which was indicative of familiar acquaintance with the old-fashioned latch, and a tall and somewhat stout woman entered, followed at a little distance by a man who Delia at first supposed to be an utter stranger to her. She nodded briefly to the woman. "How do you do, Sarah ? Mother thought you’d be along, you or Nancy, or both of you.” “Oh, well, I’m not alone,” responded Sarah, good-humoredly, "and I have brought someone that’ll do just as well as Nancy. You’re making veal pie, ain’t you ? Well, I guess Mr. St. John ’ll excuse you while you finish it. Mr. St. John, this is my sister, Miss Brigham; Deeley, this is Mr. St. John.” Delia looked at the stranger, bowing slightly. And then,-as she met his eyes, she turned back to her work with an abruptness which brought a sudden color into her cheeks; for in thjs stranger she saw not only the tramp whom she had decoyed into the cellar cistern, but the man she had resolutely intended to ignore during the coming summer. And it was he, the rich widower, whom she had thought a prison convict, whom she had left wandering in five feet of rain water, in a dark cellar! Her sister was a woman of slow thought. “Land safes alive!” she exclaimed, " I don’t wonder your cheeks are redder 'n peony-blows! Why, this kitchen’s just like an oven! What on earth possessed you to do cooking with the house a-fire? Did ever you hear of such goings-on, Mr. St. John? But la, didn’t I tell you we’d find her working round as cool as you please? Land, Deeley,you needn’t toss your head. Everybody knows you’re an odd sort of a body. Where’s mother? She ain’t much flustered, is she? Dear sakes, how ever did it catch?” Delia made no reply. Words would choke her, she felt. She left the room and went into the pantry. Sarah looked after her with a smile of amusement and contempt. "Deeley wa’n’t never like NanCy or me,” she said. “She’s odder than odd; but, dear sakes, we shall roast if we stay here, so come right through the dining room, Mr. St. John, and I guess we’ll find mother somewheres to the front of the house.” Delia came forth from the pantry as they left the room. "I hate him!” she muttered. “I waa ; sure I should hate him I” . • • • e 0 • Upon a bright morning of midDecember Delia stood in the kitchen. She was rolling pie crust, and as she molded it into the desired shape and thickness the smile upoii her t face culminated in a laugh. It was so happy a laugh that her mother, sit-

at her. "It was just here,” said Delia, "that I was making a veal pie that dav last spring when The opening of the door behind her and the noisy entrance of her two married sisters prevented a further explanation. -.“Well, I declare!” said Sarah. "If you ain’t rolling out dough, Deeley Brigham I” "Yes,” quietly. "Well, I declare!” echoed Nancy removing her cloak, "if you ain’t an odd piece, Deeley, ain’t you goin' to get married to-day?” “Oh, yes,” quietly. "What time?” demanded Sarah. "You said yesterday you hadn’t fixed the hour. I s’pose likely you know by this time, don’t you?” "Catch our Deeley acting like anybody else!” commented Nancy, witn sisterly frankness. "I guess you'll find out when you see the minister cornin’, Sarah Jane, an’ not one second aforehand.” “What time?” repeated Delia, , ignoring this remark, “Oh, by-and-by, after the work is done up and out of the way.” "Well, I declare!” exclaimed both sisters., "WhaJ away to get married!’// fad Both were, silent for a moment. Then in a nigh, protesting voice: "I never heard of such goings-on!” continued Sarah, "an’ I shouldn’t _ suppose you’d want Carlton St. John to find you rolling out pie-crust the very day you was going to be married to him?” “What’s this about Carlton St. John?” asked that personage, appearing from an inner room. “Why should not Deeley make pie-crust, Sister Sarah? Why, Deeley. you were doing it, were you not, the day I fell in—” Delia put her hand up with a warning gesture. “Let me finish,” she said. “Yes, I was making a veal pie the day you fell m love with me.” Sarah coughed, and Nancy, after a second, echoed that sisterly remonstrance. Their eyes met, and the thought flashed from mind to mind: “How like our Deeley I To speak—so —of —his—falling —in —love —with — her!’—[Yankee Blade. How Horse Power is Calculated. Horse power measures the rate at which work is done. One horse power is reckoned as equivalent to raising 38,000 pounds one foot high per minute, or suo pounds a second. In measuring the work of a horse the estimates of the most celebrated engineers differ widely from each other. Boulton and Watt, basing their calculations upon the work of London dray horses working eight hours a day, estimated it at 33,000 foot pounds per minute. D’Aubisson, taking the work done by horses in whims at Freiburg, estimated the work at 16,440 foot pounds working eight hours a day. Under similar circumstances Desagulier’s estimate was 44,000, Smeaton’s 22,000 and Treadgold’s 27,500 foot pounds. Horse power is called nominal, indicated or actual. Nominal is used by manufacturers of steam engines to express the capacity of an engine, the element being confined to the dimensions of the steam cylinder and a conventional pressure of steam and speed of piston. Indicated shows the full capacity of the cylinder in operation involving elements of mean pressure upon the piston, its velocity and a just deduction for the friction of the engine’s operation. The original estimate of Watt is still counted a horse power. The general rule for calculating the horse power of a steam engine is to multiply together the pressure in pounds on a square inch of the piston, the area of the piston in inches, the length of the stroke in feet and the number of strokes per minute. The result divided by 83,000 will give the horse power.—[San Francisco Call. The Dream Came True. The following remarkable recent experience of a Portland lady is a fact: She had been absent from her home all day, and that night she had a dream. She thought she had started to descend the cellar stairs when a great snake came gliding up. It reared its head close to her and stood there swaying back and forth, and suddenly the head began to change and assume the form of a human head, and finally the face of one of her neighbors was grinning at her on the serpent’s body. She awoke with a scream. The neighbor was one whom she knew but slightly, but with whom she was not favorably impressed. The next morning her servant, a most excellent cook, and so generally superior as to have become almost a member of the family, told her that she must leave her, as the neighbor of the dream had come to the house during her absence the day before and offered higher wages and less wofk and better advantages generally. The result was the .servant went to the neighbor’s, and the lady tells that her dream was appropriate. She had had no intimation or suspicion that this neighbor had designs upon her cook, and there was nothing, apparently, to inspire her dream. —[Portland, (Me.), Transcript. ■ NO DOUBLE-FACED TESTIMONY IN CHI- / CAGO. f; The Victim—Your Honor, you haven’t heard my side es the case yet. The Police Magistrate (severely)— No, an’ I don’t want to. This Court isn’t going to encourage the introi duction of contradictions in the evi-. » dence. Ten dollars. Call the next / • case.—[Chicago Record. _ = — V ■