Decatur Democrat, Volume 38, Number 9, Decatur, Adams County, 17 May 1894 — Page 7

fche nwrrnt DECATVR, IND. N. BLACKBURN, . . . PnnuiMfc It la ternel bard to keep sonl and body together. But it la harder to k keep your mouth togethar. rBoth are a kind of gymnasts, but there is probably more money In the baseball pitcher than in the ordinary tumbler. Sats the Lynn Item: A choir, after a line musical effort, was surprised te hear the preacher announce as his text, “When the uproar had ceased. 11 A net to catch whales, for which a patent has been granted in Auckland, New Zealand, has a mesh that is big enough for a calf to pass through. It is said to have been very successful In the Sandwich Islands the apple has become wild, and forest trees of many acres are lound in various parts of the country. They extend from the level of the sea far up into the mountain sides. It is said that miles of these apple forests can occasionally be seen. If time be of all things the most precious, wasting time must be the greatest prodigality, since lost time is never found again; and what we call time enough always proves little enough. Let us then be up and doW and doing to the purpose; so by diligence shall we do more with less perplexity. Many a man is mad in certain instances, and goes through life without having it perceived. For example, a madness has seized a person of supposing himself obliged literally to pray continually; had the madness turned the opposite way, and the person thought it a crime ever to pray, it might not improbably have continued unobserved. It is not darkest Just before dawn. The maximum of darkness beg:ns when the sun has sunk below the horizon so far that none of its rays are refracted to the earth by the atmosphere or reflected by clouds, and continues without variation until it reaches a point near the eastern horizon, when the light reaches the earth once more, marking the commence meat of dawn, it is ifard to understand how such an erroneous idea came to be generally accepted. An Englishman brought suit against the Earl of Abingdon to canthe contiact of sale of a piece of property on the ground that the land was bought on bls Lordship’s representation that there was a truly ghost haunting it The purchaser had contracted for the appearance of Amy Bobsart's disembodied spirit, and discovered that it could not walk on his newly acquired possessions, as it was filling dates at a lonely ravine some miles away. Judgment for the plaintiff. ' ♦ . Sven is the power of health that without its co-operation, every other comfort is torpid and lifeless as the power of vegetation without the sun. And yet this bliss is commonly thrown away thoughtless negligence, or in foolish experiments on our own strength; we let it perish without remembering its value, or waste it to show bow much we have to spare; it is sometimes jriven up to the management of levity and chance, and sometimes sold for the applause of jollity and looseness. The versatile clergyman of Charleston, Me., comes up for, occasional mention, and he is worthy ot it, for io enterprising a man should be encouraged. ■ He owns the principal . hotel in the town, and his name is Higgins. He is pastor of the church, and is said to be the best all-round, enterprising Christian gentleman in 1 the State. He rebuilt the academy, owns a glove factory, has built an observatory, and is giving the town more improvements than any other man. His good example and good works should make him a tower of strength in the entire region there- * aboutHow often do we hear one say with self-congratulation, “I shall speak my mhid whatever comes of It!" Is, then, the speaker’s mind on this or any other subject so essential to the world? Is it of such vast importance to the community to know what he thinks or does not think, what he believes or disbelieves, what he fancies or does not fancy? Perhaps a little more modesty, a little more knowledge of our own real insignificance, might make us more oharry of thrusting ourselves on the attention of others, and might turn some of our flippant volubility into a respectful silence. I Bt tb« de.tb ot Fra’Satton, ot I

Journalism loses one of its most progressive, ajjle, and honored members. The whole country Is a loser by his early demise. Both as a man and as a journalist Mr. Hatton was a credit to the West—the section of his birth and his early struggles. He was distinctly of the new school ot newspaper men—alert, progressive, independent. He founded at Washington the first newspaper of the really modern type that ever was published in that city. It will remain a monument to his ability—the monument of all others that he would have desired. American Cultivator! Is potato scab produced by an insect, or does the insect Prof. A D Hopkins has found on scabby potatoes merely furnish the conditions in which a fungus multiplies, and that eats away the surface of the potato? We do not care to dispute the conclusions of a scientific man like Prof. Hopkins. The questions we have asked are of less practical importance now that it is known that a weak solution of corrosive sublimate applied to potato seed will make the potato crop smooth and marketable. It also greatly increases the yield, as the scab on the tuber is always accompanied with some injury to.the potato leaf, and that necessarily lessens the potato growth. With the burning of the old St Charles Hotel in New Orleans disappears a historic structure that was known over all the country. Probably no other hotel ever achieved equal tama It was a part of the political history of the United States and it continued the, rallying point for the social life of the South. It sheltered most of the notables who have visited this country during the last forty years. It was historic as the real birthplace of the Southern Confederacy. It was a landmark in the business, the politics and the society annals of the Southern Statea Probably a new St. Charles will arise upon the ruins of the old. It will be larger, finer, more in keeping with the modern ideas of architec. ture. But it will never be what the old house was. It will be of the new regime. The original hotel typified the old order of things, now gone forever.

When the British Museum, founded by public money, was ready to be opened, great concern was express less, if .admission were free, mobs would go in and steal the bric-a-brac. The government slowly and reluctantly consented to open it certain days in the week during certain hours of the day, and extensive means were provided to guard against pillage. Jt was soon obvious that Egyptian mummies and illegible papyrus did not attract highwaymen; the guards were relaxed, but when demand was made that the place be opened Sunday, the one day when the working people could attend, the old cry was set up—the working people would steal—and to this day the British Museum, is closed Sundays. Last Sunday, at Guidhall, a collection of pictures was opened, and the popular success was so great that it Nlll probably lead to open:ng the Museum and the National Gallery the first day ot the week. But what has become of the true blue British Sabbatarian? Editor Joseph Medill of the Chicago Tribune has taken a new lease of life since he became 71 by drinking water only after it has been distilled. In this way he gets rid of the lime which he claims is the great cause of physical ills as men grow old. Since he has begun the use of distilled water his rheumatism and indigestion have disappeared, his heart works normally and his spirits .are as cheerful as a schoolboy’s. Getting rid of the lime is not the only, and perhaps not the most important, result of using distilled water, 4lt contains none of the microbes that in'common drinking water are often causes of disease. It is worthy of note that the larger part of mankind in China and India have for ages used water trailed in making tea. They consider it more healthful, but it is probably the boiling, rather than the nicotine in the tea, which makes the hot drink more conducive to health. The fact that tea-drinking nations are the most populous is evidence of the healthfulness of this beverage as a drink.

His Present from the Czar in Pawn. The Czar of Russia gave a ruby and dia,mond ring to a Jewish photographer who came to this country about ten months ago. The photographer was unable to find employment and was compelled to pawn the imperial favor for 835. He was unable to redeem it or to get another advance on it. He applied to the Hebrew Charities tor bread and while there told the story of the ring. He proved what he said by showing the official order of presentation bearing the great seal of Russia. Work was secured for him and a loan was made to redeem the ring.—Jewish ?idtxm : —

KEEP YOUR TEMPER/ Let the world wag an it will: Keep your temper I If you cannot flit the bill, Paw it to the man who will; Keep right on and, better still— Keep your temper! Let the world wag as it will: Keep your temper 1 If you cannot climb a hill, Take a trick, or turn a mill, Keep right on and, better still— Keep your temper I You will get there by and by: Keep your temper !> Sun and rain will bead the rye; Summer bring the harvest nigh; Heaven, at best, ain't very high— Keep your temper! —[Atlanta Constitution. tiTtiiool “Scholastique!” • “ Monsieur Sourdat.” “Take the utmost pains in cooxing the trout—short boil, parsley, thyme, laurel,oil and onions in full strength.” ‘ ‘Are you not afraid to use all the herbs of St. John, Monsieur?” “No—and above all no vinegar—just a sprinkling of lemon juice. Let the cover be laid at 10:80, and let the dinner be ready ..at 11 precisely—not at five minutes .past 11. Do you hear?” After having uttered these last injunctions to his cook Judge Sourdat crossed the chief street of Marville with alert steps and gained the Palais de Justice, which was situated back of the Sous Prefecture. Judge Sourdat was about 45 years of age; very active, notwithstanding a tendency to stoutness; square of shoulders; short in stature, with a squeaking voice and a round, close shaven head; eyes gray, clear and hard under bushy eyhrows; a mouth closely shut, with thin and irritable lips; browned cheeks, surrounded with whiskers badly trimmed; in fact, one of these mastiff faces of which one says: “He can’t be good every day.” And surely he • was not very kind, and he boasted of it. A despot, he used all of his little realm in the Palais. Hard as stone toward the guilty, rough with the witnesses, aggressive with the advocates, he was a’ veritable furnace who fanned himself constanLy into a glow. He was feared like the fire, and he was loved very little. However, this man of iron had two vulnerable sides. Firstly, he responded to the pastoral name of Nemorin, which exposed him to ridicule, and secondly he was a gourmand. His gastronomy, which was profound, had become a jnania. Living in this little, narrow, sleepy city on the frontier of the Belgian Ardennes, where the pleasures of the table constituted the only diversion of |he easy-going burgomasters, the culinary accomplishments of the Judge were cited for ten leagues around. It was said that he ate only fish caught at break of day, because the repose of the night and the absence of emotion rendered the flesh more delicate at that time.

It was he who imagined that to plunge shell fish into boiling milk before cooking them in their ordinary dressing, gave them a richness and a velvety flavor particularly exquisite. On the day that he taught that latest refinement to the priest of St. Victor, the latter could qpt help blushing, and raising his hands to Heaven he cried: “Too much! This is too much, Judge Sourdat! Surely it is permitted to taste with discretion the good things which divine wisdom has provided, but such gluttony as this borders upon mortal sin, and you will have t"> render account for it to the good God.” To the scruples of the excellent priest the Judge responded with a misanthropic laugh. It was one of his malign joys to expose his neighbors to temptation, and" this very morning the priest was to breakfast with him, the recorder being the only other guest. Judge Sourdat had received, the evening before, a twopound salmon trout, taken from the beautiful clear water of the rocky Semeis. It was his favorite fish, and had fully occupied the first hours of his morning. He had demonstrated to the cook the superiority of a quick boil to the slow cooking in Geneva or Holland sauce of the books. The trout must be served cold, and in the seasoning in which it was cooked. This was with him a principle as well as a dogma, as indispensable as an article of the penal code. He continued to repeat it to himself even after having clothed himself in his robe and taken his seat, though he was turning over the leaves of a document bearing upon an important case now pending. This was a criminal affair, the dramatic details of which contrasted singularly with the epicurean speculations which persisted in haunting the cranium of Judge Sourdat. The case was thus: During the previous week, at sunrise, there had been found in a thicket of the forest the body of a game-keeper, who had evidently been assassinated, and then concealed among the brambles of a ditch. It was supposed that the erime had been committed by some strolling poacher, but up to the present time there had been elicited no precise evidence, and the witnesses examined had only made the mystery deeper. The murder had taken place near the frontier, where chffrcoal burneis were at work. The suspicions of the judge had therefore been directed towSrd them. The depositions thus far had revealed that on the night of the murder these people had been absent from their shanty, and the fur-

young daughter of the charcoal burner. Nevertheless, Judge Sourdat had given the order to re-examine one of the men, a stolid boy of twenty, who bad once had a falling out with the murdered guard; and the judge had also cited the charcoal burner’s daughter to appear before him. Just here the affair commenced to be peculiar. The girl had not responded to the summons. She had evidently hidden, no one knew where. The judge had been obliged to send a constable to look her up, and he was now awaiting the result of the search. Toward 10 o’clock the door of his cabinc t opened, framing the cocked hat and yellow shoulder belt of the constable. “Eh! well?” grunted the Judge. “Eh! well, Judge. I cannot- find the girl. Rhe has disappeared. The charcoal burners pretend utter ignorance.” “Pure acting!” irritably cried Judge Sourdat. “These people are mocking you. You are but a stupid fellow at best. Go.” The Judge consulted his watch. The business was at a standstill; the case could not be called, and he wished to give a glance of oversight to the matter of the dining room before the arrival of his guests. He disrobed himself and hurried home. The pleasant dining room, brightened by the June sunshine, presented a most attractive aspect with its white woodwork; its gray curtains; its high stove of blue faience with its marble top; and its round table covered with a dazzling white linen cloth, upon which were placed three covers, artistically trimmed. The little rolls of white bread rested tenderly upon the bright red napkins. Flanked on the right with a lettuce salad, ornamented with nasturtiums; on the left by a cluster of shell-fish from the Meuse, the trout was extended in a platter “engirdled with parsley. Its blue back cut transversely, revealed its rich salmon color, and it held a full-blown rose in its mouth. By its side, a bowl of court-bouillon was just taking a chill, and exaling abroad a fine odor of thyme which rejoiced the nostrils. This spectacle. somewhat softened the ill-humor of the Judge, and he was calming, little by little, when the hall door opened violently, and he heard in the vestibule a girl’s voice which cried, “I tell you I wish to speak to the Judge. He expects me.” At the same time a half-naked arm made the recorder Touchboeuf spin through the open door. He had just arrived, being one of the invited guests. A strange visitor was ushered by him into the dining hall. It was a young girl, almost a child, thin and brown, with uncovered head and with her hqjr streaming on the wind. Her stockingless feet were thrust into meq’s boots; a gray blouse and a skirt of blue cotton formed her sole attire. Her rapid walking had flushed her cheeks; her gentle brown eyes were sparkling under the uncombed tangles of her chestnut hair; her nostrils were dilating and her patted lips trembled. ‘ ‘What does all this racket mean ?” growled the Judge, scowling. “It is that little charcoal burner,” responded the recorder Touchboeuf. “She arrived at the Pilais jhst after you left, and she has followed me as far as here, in a state of wild excitement, in order that you may take her deposition.” “Eh!” groaned the Judge. “You are in a great hurry, my girl, after keeping me waiting three days. Why did you not come sooner?” “I had my reasons,” she said, casting hungry eyes upon the table. “We can better appreciate your reasons later,” replied the Judge, furious at the interruption. “Meanwhile we can listen to your report.” He drew out his watch. It was a quarter to eleven. “Yes, we have time, Touchboeuf. You will find at your side all that is necessary for writing. We will question her.” The notary seated himself at the writing table with his paper and inkstand, and his pen behind his ear, waiting. The judge, sitting squarely in a square-seated armchair, fixed his clear, hard eyes upon the girl, who remained standing near the stove. “Your name ? ” he demanded. “Meline Sacael.” “Your age, and your residence ? ” “Sixteen years. I live with my father, who burns charcoal at the clearing of Onze-Fontaines.” “You swear to tell all the truth ? ” “I came only for that.” “Raise your right hand. You were near your home on the night when the guard Seurrot was murdered. Relate all that you know.” “This is what I know. Our folks had set out to go with the charcoal to Stonay. I watched near the furnace. Toward 8 o’clock, at a moment when the moon was hidden, Manchin, who is a woodcutter of Ire, passed before our lodge.- “See me! Am I not watching at an early hour ? ” I cried. “How goes all at your home ? All well ? ” “ ‘No,’ he answered. ‘The mother has a fever and the children are al’■nost dying with hunger. There is ~ot a mouthful of bread in the house and I am trying to kill a rabbit to sell in Marville.’ That is on the other side of Onze-Fontaine. I lost sight of him then, but at daybreak I heard the.,-report of a gun and I was just clearing the ashes to shield the charcoal. Then, immediately after, two men eame running toward our lodge. They were disputing. ‘Scoundrel! ’ cried the guard. ‘I arrest you.’ “ ‘Seurrot,’ cried the other, ‘I pray you let me have the rabbit, for they are dying of hunger at my home.” “ ‘Go to the deuce!’ cried the guard. Then they fell upon each other. I could hear their hard blows

plainly. Suddenly the guard cried, ‘Ah I’ and then he fell heavily, “I had hidden behind our lodge, terribly frightened, and Meuchin ran away into the great forest, and from that time to this he has not been seen. He is in Belgium, for sure. That is all!” “Hum?” grow’ed the Judge. “Why did you not come to tell this as soon as you receivf/d the summons?” “It was none of my business —and I did not tfish to speak against Manchin.” “I see! but you seem to have changed your mind this morning. How is that?” “It is because I have heard that they accuse Guestin.” “And who is this Guestin?” The girl reddened and answered: “He is our neighbor charcoal burner, and he would not harm a fly. Do you not see,” she continued, “that the thought of fastening on him the guilt of another aroused me, I put these great boots on, and 1 have run all the way through the weeds to tell you this. Oh, how I have run ! I did not feel tired. I would have run till tomorrow if it had been necessary, because it is as true as the blue heavens that our Guestin is entirely innocent, gentlemen.” She spoke with an animation which made her truly beautiful in spite of her rags. Her rough eloquence had the ring of sincerity, and the terrible Judge felt himself moved by the energy with which the child defended Guestin. “Hallo!” cried he, seeing her suddenly grow pale and stagger. “What’s the matter?” “My head swims. I cannot see.” She changed color and her temples grew moist. The Judge, alarmed, poured out a glass of wine and cried : “Drink this quickly!” He was wholly absorbed and very much moved before this girl who was threatened with illness. He dared not call Scholastique, for fear of disturbing his cooking. He looked hopelessly toward the clerk, who was gnawing his penholder. “It is a swoon,” observed the latter. “Perhaps she needs something to eat.” “Are you hungry?” demanded the Judge. She made a sign of assent. “Excuse me,” she said in a feeble voice, “but I have had nothing to eat since yesterday. It is that which makes me dizzy.” Judge Sourdat trembled for the first time in years, while his heart softened as in childhood. He thought of this young girl who had pin three leagues in order to save her companion from the clutches of the law —three leagues in a hot sun and fasting! The thought of the last moved his sensibilities more strongly than could anything else. In his confusion he cast a despairing look at the table. The salad and the shellfish seemed too good for any but such as he and his companions. “The duece?” he cried at last heroically. Violently he drew toward him the platter on which lay the trout. After separating a large piece which he put on the plate before her, he made the charecoal-burner sit down. “Eat!” said he imperiously. He had no need to repeat his command. She ate rapidly, voraciously. In another minute the - plate was empty, and Judge Sourdat heroically filled it anew. The scribe Touchboeuf rubbed his eyes. He no longer recognized the Judge. He admired, though not without a sentiment of regret, the robust appetite of the charcoal burner, who devoured the exquisite fish without any more ceremony than if it had been a smoked herring, and he murmured, “What a pity! Such a beautiful dish!” At that moment the door opened; the third guest, the good priest of St. Vincent, in a new cassock, with his three-cornered hat under his arm, entered the dining-room, and stopped questioningly before the strange spectacle of that little savage seated at the Judge’s table. “Too late, Monsieur le Cure!” growled the Judge. “There is no more trout.” At the same time he related the history of the little charcoal burner. The cure heaved a sigh. He comprehended the grandeur of the sacrifice, but half-mournful, half-smiling, he tapped upon 1 the shoulder of the Judge. “Judge Nemorin Sourdat!” cried he, “you are better than you thought. In truth I tell you that all punishment for your sin of gluttony will be forever remitted because of that trout which we have not eaten.” —[From the French, in Romance. Quaint Relics In a Georgia Cave. j. W. Keys of Cartersville, Ga., who recently discovered in a cave fifteen miles from that place a curious piece of stone or pottery, in semblance of a human figure, says that the cave has several entrances, and that a young man unearthed at another point an earthen pot with a handle shaped like a swan’s neck. The figure that Keys discovered was found more than a mile from the entrance of the cave, and was buried under six feet of earth. It seams to be an earthen jar, shaped at the top like a human head. The chain found about the neck of the figure is made of twenty-four strands. It resists such acids as have been applied to it, but the nature of the material has not been determined. Along with the figure were found bones, .arrow heads, bits of pottery, and part of a flint lock gun. - - ■

CIRCUS HORSES, —» — HOW THEY ARE TAUGHT TO GO AROUND IN THE RING. At First They are Blindfolded--They are Never Punished and Enjoy Ap-plause--Valuable Animals. One of the busiest men connected with a big circus is John O’Brien. It is his duty to train all the horses used for the ring in bareback and high school riding. All winter long in Bridgeport he is at work preparing horses for the summer tour of the show. He was asked how he trained his horses. “The first thing that we have to do when we get new' horses is simply to keep them in the stables with the others until they get used to their new company,” he said. “It’s a singular thing, too, how jealous horses are of the newcomers. You ipay laugh if you want to, but horses really have their ways of what I might call ‘guying’ green stock. “After the horses get used to their surroundings and their stable companions we blindfold them and take them into the ring. While they are blindfolded we train them to the circular motion—that is, we make it appear natural to-them to run around the small ring. This requires a good deal of time and patience. It generally takes a month to break a horse to this. The natural tendency of the animal is to go straight, and the going around is unnatural to him. Nowadays we use a system of checks and lines which render the process much easier. “After the horse has been taught to run around we take off the blindfold, and the performer for whom the animal is intended begins tq,try tricks with him. The horse is naturally very observant, and his natural bent is to do what he sees another horse do; so when we are teaching a horse to do tricks we place him alongside of another who has been trained, to give him confidence, and the two work together. The rider will first try one and then the other. It is a great mistake to think that punishment is resorted to as a method of breaking in circus horses. Horses that are broken by violent treatment are not to be depended on, and for ring purposes we must have horses so trained that they can be absolutely relied upon. “A good, intelligent animal that has been trained for the ring will, technically speaking, ‘feel’ his rider and accommodate his motions as much as possible to the work that the rider has in hand, Such a horse is the delight of a first-class bareback rider; and, by the way, nearly all of the great riders have their favorite animals. “It may surprise you to know that the circus horses are as sensible to the applause of the audience as the performers themselves. It is wonderful to contrast what a horse w:U do under the stimulus of applause with what he will not do when the audience is cold. Horses are likely, however, just the same as performers,>to lose their heads when the approval is too stimulating. That is one of the reasons for the several checks and reins that you see circus horses provided with. They are not intended wholly for ornament, as most people suppose. “A well trained ring horse is worth easily SI,OOO. Riders who earn large salaries generally like to own the horses that they ride. They like to give them their personal attention. Generally the riders in a circus who own their own horses make up a pool together for the employment of a firstclass groom. A circus horse needs the most careful attention. Prior to every act his bask has to be rubbed with rosin so as to prevent the rider’s feet from slipping. This must be carefully washed off after each performance, or the animal’s back would get sore in a short time. A first-class groom has to be, in fact, something of a veterinary surgeon. “There are really few accidents to the circus horses when one considers the nature of the work that they have to do. We have horses here that have been in training with us for 10 years. The ring work is not particularly wearing upon them when they once become accustomed to it. It is the traveling around the country that tells on them most. At the same time, they get the best of tfieittfiient. The food given them is of first-class quality. “I have trained horses that Mr. Barnum, Mr. Bailey and other owners have valued at over $5,000 simply because of their training. Such a horse must be of good blood. You might think that a horse trained for the ring and kept in it year after year would lose any speed that he might ever have, but we have horses here now that we use in the ring work that could trot a mile in from 2 -.85 to 2:45.” Where Monks and Nuns Are Plentiful. The religious statistics of Belgium for 1890, which were only published toward the close of last year, give the number of conventual institutions and their inmates in the kingdom—--229 monasteries, with 4,775 monks, and 1,546 conveys, with 25,828 sisters and nuns. These have grown during the decade preceding from 218 monasteries, with 4,120 monks, and 1,846 convents, with 21,242 sisters. The increase was not so great as in the period of 1870-’BO, when many of the religious expelled from Prussia settled in Belgium. In the next decade many of these returned, owing to the relaxation of the church laws. But there are still over 80,000 men and women belonging to the various orders, and, taking the population of Belgium at 6,000,000, we find one “religious” monk or sister —to every