Decatur Democrat, Volume 39, Number 3, Decatur, Adams County, 5 April 1895 — Page 8

©he glenuuxat DECATUR, IND. M. BLACKBUBN, - ■ - Pctmbhub. Tt was a mere waste of words to ask the Count whether he took Anna Gould for richer or for poorer. A New Jersey toper drank a glassful »f the tincture of aconite by mistake for whisky. Loss, 30 cents. Jay Gould piled up a fortune by watching discounts and his daughter dissipates it by purchasing a count. Analysis shows that the onion is linetenths water. Nature evidently erred in not making the other tenth water also. We are not Inclined to be censorious, but we draw the line at woman’s right to speak of Martha Washington’s husband. It may be true that the Governor of Delaware cannot read or write, but there is proof that he can draw his salary. After a long spell of wearing rubbers leaving them off is as enjoyable as a joke whispered to you at prayer time in church. “The nation is sad; I cannot make the people laugh,” says Ell Perkins. Don’t try, Eli, and the people will be happier. A “pull” isn’t always a good thing to have. A Detroit dentist drew a wrong tooth and a judgment against him for SSOO recently. An Eastern preacher asserts that it Is no sin to drive fast. Probably it is the other fellow, who drives faster, who is steeped in error. The verb “trolleyed” is coming into use in Brooklyn. It is shorter and easier to say than “run over by a trolley car and killed.” woman is six times the length of the foot. But this is not aljvays true. Chicago is not a city of giantesses. Another Chinese general has been beheaded by order of the Emperor. That’s the only way that China is able to get a head in modern warfare. The Congressman who named his baby “Lilluokalani” ought, in self-pro-tection, to change it before the child gets old enough to swing Indian clubs. Judge Ricks, of Ohio, has decided that SIO,OOO should be the maximum amount allowed for the loss of a life. That depends on the life; some lives would be dear at $lO. A Brooklyn scientist has discovered that “the typewriter may be utilized as a source of electricity.” This probably accounts for the many shocking stories connected with them. A South Dakota paper sadly remarks that only 1 per cent of the population of this country has been divorced. South Dakota can at least reflect that ,t is not her fault that the percentage is so low. The people would have more patience with the published details of these ul-tra-fashionable weddings in New York if they could be sure of not having to -ead the divorce proceedings a few ears later. ■ Japan is a game little rooster, and having scratched up a few grains of corn objects to the bigger fowls of the barnyard gobbling them. This is the Oriental situation in a nutshell. The hope that the bigger roosters may get gaffed for their Impertinence is only natural. Sleep walkers can be aroused when they get out of bed, by placing a strip of wet carpet by the side of the bed, or a strip of sheet Iron, zinc or copper, which will feel cold to the feet. We might write a column on the subject and really say nothing more so well worth remembering. The wisdom of the adage, “set a thief to catch a thief," is pretty generally accepted, but the practice, revelation of which was made in Judge Baker’s court, of setting thieves to judge thieves by putting jail birds on juries, seems to be a new and Chicagoesque variation on an old theme. Discovery of illicit cartridge factories at Berlin, working for China, and the palling of war material for that country from Hamburg, will make the report of the Geneva arbitration court interesting reading for old Hohenlohe and young Kaiser William. The fact that China has not been admitted, like Japan, into the family of nations bound by international law, will not help Germany in the eyes of the world; but it will make it more difficult for Japan to arraign Germany, which has not followed the example of Great Britain and the United States and extended treaty rights to the flowery kingdom. The shipment of munitions and arms to China goes some distance in explaining the detestable trick of the Chinese statesmen in sending io Japan as peace--makers men without power to make peace. , Dean Hole is coming back after more American dollars. There can scarcely be a doubt of that Upon his arrival in England he gave out for publication

thia remarkable interview: “To give my opinion of America would be a show of impudence which I would not like to exhibit, for I have only been in the country three months, and the least I can say is that I am gratified beyond expression to have met so many hospitable and cultured people.” That settles it. . \ A curious story was lately telegraphed from Chicago about a father who wept over a dead body which he recognized as that of his son, observing scars, body marks, and other evidences that it was his boy, but while the father was thus engaged In mourning his loss in walked the son himself as living proof of the father’s error. If it takes n. wise child to know its own father, what kind of a father is it that could be thus mistaken as to the Identity of his own grown up son? “A mad world, my countrymen.” Andrew Carnegie is to tell the country what he would do if Czar. The “if” is so big as to make consideration of even a suppositious case difficult, for with Carnegie as Czar there would be an uprising, and at the end of seven seconds Carnegie's carcass wouldn’t be tangible enough to bury. However, it is to be hoped that in his flight into fancied sovereignty Carnegie will not overlook the duty of returning to the people money extorted from them by unjust laws and the execution fop treason of faithless contractors who sell porous armor plate to the government A Philadelphia physician thinks thai a great deal of nonsense has been written about hypnotism. “Any One,” he says, “may hypnotize himself in a few minutes by closing his eyes, directing them Inward and downward, and then, imagining his breath to be vapor, watching its inhalation and expulsion from the nostrils. Babies Invariably look cross-eyed before going to sleep, in this way producing what hypnotists call ‘transfixion.’ Fishermen often hypnotize themselves watching a cork on a surface of shining water. An hour passes by as if it were a few minutes.” Every now and then the secret-serv ice officials of the Treasury receive from some distant bank a Government note of a large denomination, made with a pen by an artist of infinite patience and skill. Sometimes it is a greenback of SI,OOO. sometimes a national bank note of SSOO, and during the last few weeks two SIOO treasury notes have come in—all bearing evidence of having been made by the same hand, and so perfect in every detail that their defects can be detected only by the use of a microscope. Between $7,000 and SB,OOO of the results of this artist’s work have been discovered, but not the slightest clew to the place or the man from whom they come. Some of the notes are well worn, and look as if they had been in circulation a long time; some have been detected in bundles of in for redemption, and “the pen-and-ink man,” as they call him at the treasury, undoubtedly earns his living by that sort of work. Mrs. William K. Vanderbilt has se cured a divorce from her husband in the Supreme Court in New York City, and not the slightest information has been given out concerning .he evidence or the terms of settlement, excepting that Mrs. Vanderbilt may marry again, while her husband cannot during her lifetime. It is proper and right that the filthy evidence necessarily brought out in suits for divorce should be suppressed. The circulation of such stuff by sensational newspapers cannot be otherwise than harmful and prejudicial to public morals. But why should there be any discrimination in the cases of wealthy families as against those in more humble circumstances? While Mrs. Vanderbilt’s suit was being heard behind closed doors, other similar actions were being tried in open court, and the newspapers of the city were filling their columns with as much of the nastiness brought out by shrewd lawyers as could be crowded into them. The offense is just as heinous if committed by common John Smith as it is in the case of a Vanderbilt, and the details are equally disgusting in both. Divorces should be tried before the court alone, and any lawyer who should make public the testimony should be disbarred. When a decree is granted to one of the parties the public knows that the other has been convicted, of immorality, and that is sufficient for the public to know. In the absence of any provision by law for other punishment than an order to pay alimony, the convicted party should be made to suffer public scorn. This can be inflicted without the flaunting of filthy details of evidence. Poet O’Reilly's Good Fellowship. Stories of John Boyle O’Reilly’s good fellowship and generosity are still current in Boston. A stranger mistaking him for a friend approached him from behind, slapped him on the shoulder, and greeted .film as Jack with air the warmth of a lifelong friendship. O'Reilly turned to face a very embarrassed man and said, holding out his hand, “I’m not Jack, but I'm glad to know and be the friend of any man that is as glad to see his friend as you seem to be.” While O’Reilly was reading one of his poems after a semi-public dinner, and, as usual,-was deeply absorbed in the task, a negro waiter walked across the floor with creaking O’Reilly, much annoyed, stopp§d-ahd addressed half a dozen bitter words to the waiter. The waiter was thoroughly unhappy at the Incident, and a guest who left the table after the poem was finished found O’Reilly In the hall humbly apologizing to the negro and thrusting I a $5 bill Into his hand.

SONG OF LOVE. I know not of moonlight or starlight Be soft on the land and the sea— I catch but the near light, the far light, Os eyes that are beaming for me; The scent of the"night, of the roses, May burden the air for tha, Sweetr’Tis only the breath of thy sighing, I know as I lie at thy feet. The winds may be sobbing or singing, Their touch may be fervent or cold, The night bells may toll or be ringing— I care not while thee I enfold! The feast may go on, and the music Be scattered in ecstasy round— Thy whisper, “I love thee! I love thee!” Hath flooded my soul with its sound. I think not of time that is flying, How short is the hour I have won; How near is this living to dying. How the shadow still follows the sun; There is naught upon earth, nodesire Worth a thought, though ’twere had by a sign! I love thee! I love thee! bring nigher Thy spirit, thy kisses, io mine. —Edmund C. Stedman. Lleoi. Sieg’s Mvemiire. BY E. E. YOUMANS. Newton Grey drew rein at the gate of a small farm house on a lonely country road in one of the Southern States and solicited lodgings for the night. He was a lieutenant in the Union army, and a few days previous had been sent out on a mission of importance in which he had been quite successful. He was now on his return, the bearer of certain imformation which would be of great importance to the “boys in blue.” During the time he was out, however, rain had fallen almost incessantly, and as a consequence travel was exceedingly arduous. He had journeyed far that day and was much fatigued, so it was with pleasant anticipation of a comfortable night’s repose that he approached the house. His summons was answered by a rough looking man, to whom he made known his desire. “I reckon we can accommodate you, stranger, ’ said the latter, and after calling a negro boy to take care of the horse he turned again to Grey. “Now if you’ll come in we’ll give you a warm suppe/ and 8 bed, ” he said. As the soldier saw his horse disappear an uncomfortable feeling came over him. Perhaps he was trusting this man too far. However he shook off the sense of distrust and followed him to the house. The only occupant beside themselves was a woman whom the man introduced as his wife. She was busy clearing the table for they had evidently just dined, and the sight of it made the lieutenant forget every thing else for the time but the boisterous clamorings of a thoroughly aroused appetite. “Sit right up and help yourself, stranger,” said his host and Newtofi was not slow to obey. ■„? He ate heartily. During the meal the man conversed pleasantly, and by the time the repast was concluded the soldier began to regard his previous mistrust unwarranted. They continued to talk for more than an hour, then Newton asked to be shown to his room. The man secured a candle and prepared to lead the way. As they were about passing from the room the woman rushed in, saying, excitedly ■ “The smokehouse is empty and the door wide open.” “The deuce!” cried the man,and abruptly settling down the candle he strode from the apartment, followed by the woman. In a few minutes they returned, the latter exclaiming as she entered the hall: “Justwait till I git hold o’ her; I’ll break every bone in her body. But it’s all your fault, Tom Jones. If you’d done as I wanted you to you’d a nailed up the door.” “Oh, shut up. She’ll come back, I reckon.” Then they came into the room again, and taking up the candle Jonescontinued. “Come on, stranger, I’ll show you to your room. He volunteered no explanation of the recent episode, and much mystified Newton followed him up stairs, where he was ushered into a small chamber. His host placed the light on the table and withdrew. Newton prepared to retire. He locked the door and carefully examined his revolvers, after which he threw off his coat and boots and laid down upon the bed. He was soon "sleepingsoundly. , . How long he was unconscious he could hot determine, but he suddenly awoke with a start, and at the same moment he heard footsteps cautiously ascending the stairs.~ He sprang silently up, drew on his coat and boots* and grasped his revolver just as those without paused in front of his door. For a moment not a sound was heardl then the knob was cautiously turned. As the door did not open a smothered imprecation reached his ears, ifolloWed by the voice of his dost, ’jsaying: “Confound it, I forgot to take out the key.” Coivinced that he, was In some jindjof peril the lieutenant began look! ig about for some means of escape from the room. The window attra ted his attention and toward it he made his way. Noiselessly raising the sash he climbed out on the small piazza it overlooked. Al the same moment the aoor fell in with a crash and half ia dozen men rushed into the

room. They took in the situation at a glance, and discharged their pistols at the fugitive just as he dropped rom the piazza to the ground. Grey quickly ran around the corner of the house. As he did so he was suddenly grasped firmly around the waist and a man called out; “Here he Is; I’ve got him!” “Hold him till we git there,” shouted Tom Jones, from the rear. “Take tb-t, you rascal I” cried the lieutenant, and with the stock of his revolver Ire dealt his captor a terrific blow on the head. The fellow dropped in a heap, and the fugitive dashed on around the building to come suddenly upon several horses tied to the fence in front of the house. At sight of them an idea entered Grey’s mind on which he acted without loss of time. Hastily untying the halter of the nearest horse he sprang into the saddle and galloped away just as the pursuers came upon the scene. Another volley of bullets rattled around his head, but fortunately he was not injured, and he urged the horse to his best speed, soon being convinced by the clatter of hoofs behind that he was being pursued. Suddenly a dull, roaring sound ahead broke upon his ears. Puzzled to account for it he galloped on, pausing at last with a groan of dismay. A river lay before him, the waters of which, swelled by the recent rains, had washed away the bridge. What was he to do? To surrender to his pursuers was not to be thought of, and to attempt crossing the river would likely prove destruction. .But there was no time to lose. The enemy was close upon him, and seeing from the distance that something had occurred to bar his escape began to shout in triumph. He quickly decided what to do. He would risk the river. He urged his trembling horse for, ward. The latter refused to obey, but by applying the spurs unmercifully he succeeded in starting him, and with a snort of terror he sprang into the water. The current whirled them under in a thrice, and the lieutenant had all he could do to cling to the saddle as the horse, rising again, struck out wildly for the other shore. The stream was full of floating logs that had been carried down from above, and one of these suddenly struck the horse in the head. The poor brute sank from under him, leaving Grey struggling in the current. But the lieutenant threw out his arms and managed to grasp the log as it rushed by. With much difficulty he drew himself upon the timber and clung to it with tenacity. On down the stream the log bore him, while other timbers and obstructions came into his way so thick and fast that he narrowly escaped being crushed to death. At last he noticed with a feeling of horror that the river was rapidly narrowing and the current increasing in turbulence. The banks rose on either side to the height of twelve or fifteen feet, and into this swirlipg gorge he soon found himself. The log began turning and twisting in all directions, and he was submerged many times. Suddenly he lost his hold entirely and slipped off into the water to begin struggling desperately for life. With an energy born of despair he struck out for the bank. His strength was soon spent. With a groan he was about giving up the terrific struggle when his hands came in contact with some bushes growing out from the shore. With his last remnant of strength he grasped them, contriving to wind their long ends around his body. Then, lashed to and fro by the merciless current, he sank into unconsciousness. When he finally came to his senses the light of day haft appeared. The river had subsided sd’mewhat, and he found himself hanging from the bushes a few feet above the water. He looked up to the top of the bank and groaned as he realized his inability to reach it unaided. “What shall I do?” he cried, in despair. Then he started in surprise. Surely that was a child crying on the bank above him. Listening intently he was soon convinced that he was not mistaken. “Who’s up there?” he called. The next moment a little tear stained face looked down upon him. It evidently belonged to a little girl of 6 or t years, and as the soldier beheld her he forgot his own peril for the time in his surprise at her presence. “Who.are you, .child?” he asked. “Bessie,” she answered. “Bessie who?” “Just Bessie.” “Have you no other name?” he asked. “No, sir.” “How did you come here?” “I runned away. The people didn’t treat me good. They locked me in the smoke house, but I got out and ran off yest’day morning. ” Grey uttered a cry of surprise. “Was it Tom Jones who put you there?” he asked. “Yes, sir; he’s a bad man.” “I believe you, .child,” said the soldier. He began looking around again. There-was a wild vine running along the top of the bank, at sight of which an idea came to him. He inanaged to .get out his knife, and, after opening it, tossed it up to the child. “Take the knife, Bessie, and cut that vine in two; but be careful you don’t cut your fingers,” he said. > She did as directed, and after

“No, sir.”

“Now pull one end over the bank so I can reach it," he went on. But this was no jsasy task for her. After doing all sm* could the vine was still a foot or more above him. He contrived to draw himself up sufficiently to grasp it, however, then seizing it firmly he allowed hie weight to fall back upon it. Being well entangled in the bushes above, it sustained him nicely. Then began the task of climbing up. In his weak condition this was exceedingly arduous, and when he finally reached the summit and drew himself over the his strength left him and he would have fallen ' back had not Bessie seized his arms and tugged with all her might. She i could not do much, of course, but just that little assistance was all he needed and a moment later he was safe. Grey now stretched himself out for a long rest and the child told him more about how she came there. She had ran away the preceding afternoon, crossing the bridge which was subsequently destroyed, and finally lost her way. Wandering around till night she sank exhausted near the river, where she must have slept for hours. She refused to go back to the people she had left and Newton, decided to take her with him for the present at least. # After he had thoroughly rested they started on the return journey. Bessie began crying for something to eat after awhile, but being afraid to trust himself at any of the houses along the way he gathered some wild berries for her, promising her something better later on. Toward the middle of the afternoon they reached the Union lines and the lieutenant lost no time in getting a party of men ready to go back and capture the ruffianly Tom Jones and his gang. But when they came to the river they had to go miles out of their way to find a crossing, and by the time they reached the old farm house the outlaws had gone. Grey then made his way to another place further down where be remembered seeing an old negro during his journeyof the previous day, and from this fellow he managed to learn that Jones and his wife with a gang of men had gone by early that morning. Then he asked the man if he knew anything about the little girl who had lived with Jones and was told that she was a niece of the man, her mother having died some time before, leaving Bessie to the tender care of the ruffian and his wife. “Dey treats ’er pow’ful bad,” concluded the negro shaking his head. There was nothing for the lieutenant to do now but return, and he gave the order accordingly, hoping later to find Bessie's folks and return her to them. But in this he was unsuccessful, and before many days the child became so attached to him that he began to wish he could keep her. He did finally send her home to his folks, and though he continued to make inquiries about her nothing ever came of it. Before the war ended, however, he learned that Tom Jones was a notorious guerrilla, and that he with several of his men had been shot dead in a raid on a plantation further south, while his wife bad entirely disappeared. PRIVILEGES OF WOMEN. Soma Delights Which Men Do Not Enjoy. As between man and woman the woman has much the best of it in law. The wife may leave the husband whenever she likes and may live by herself or go away with some other woman’s husband, and no law can bring her back.' But if it is the husband who deserts his wife the law is after him with a sharp stick, and he must keep on supporting her, even in cases where she has given some cause for his desertion. In most divorce suits the jury will find for the woman on general principles, because the average jury knows the average superiority of the average woman to the average man. If a woman jilts an admirer there is nothing for him but to swallow his pride or his love or his wrath and look for comfort elsewhere ; but if a man jilts a woman she can go to court and collect $50,000 for breach of promise; and tilthough women who resort to this way of making money are usually adventuresses the average jury is again on her side. A man is responsible for his wife’s debts, and she can go to the big shops and have silks, feathers and velvets sent home and compel him to pay for them, even though he has to subsist on peanuts for months after; but if he goes to buying cigars or sporting clothes or goes to theaters too often she can call the law in to stop, him from squandering, and not a penny of his debts is she liable for. A woman may be worth a million dollars and her husband may be earning S2O a week, and she can compel him to give her ten of it, while he canndj get a dollar from her. This may be overdrawn, but we think that women will have to admit that, as a rule, men are disposed to treat them very handsomely. It is true that in former times woman was imposed upon and made to suffer the greatest injustice, but the up to date woman, the new woman, has very little to complain of in this direction. Men adore her and delight in granting privileges that they would not think of claiming foi themselves, and which probably would not be given if claimed. ; The fashion of wearing the rnf was introduced into France by Catherine de Medici. The ruff became st large eventually that ladies werf obliged to use a spoon with a ladle s foot long to convey the food at din ner to tWr mouths j ■

* GIRtJttNATt. How She wurbod by the If you have meed to make a call on the States Senate you have for that the great American pub It wishes to personally lr Its senatorial servants Is uniously poked Into the gallund above the sacred chatnbi > Senate. And possibly you mped against some of the rt» prevailing in the person of. present doorkeeper. Os coursf with all the ease at yonand. So did this genus Aiuirl whom the reporter for shington Post observed one ci his position opposite in But in the manner submission there was a shock to the sensitive nerv.he most deliberative legibody In the world.” She was a weed, up-to-date young lady, w; fur cape over her arm and a e in her band. She invaded tl precincts of the Senate gi ividently unaware of the ground upon which she wa< z. She stood in contemplat back of the seats, surveyir mse soothing scene, evider upied in a mental debate jrself over the desirability of ng, when the doorkeeper bip to her and told her in a»r that made Senator Hill i “specs” and scan the it was “agin the rules to sta So she trip rn to a front seat, where sh I, and putting her cape on e coping for a cushion to shi< Ibows, leaned over to stud] .yles in bald heads. In ab minutes the attendant rue Jly down the steps and in e sepulchral whisper told as “agin the rules to put an; i the railing.” Senator Ha the chair, frowned up her id she blushingly removed L Senator Pefftiving some information in hi|ow voice, and under his so|influence she nearly went to dth her head on the back of , and her half closed eyes ft > the painted plaques in the j. In her abstraction she d ler magazine. Back came tlrkeeper with another piece (rmation. She “must hot drop; it disturbed the senators.” j Half a doze tors looked up to see if an ana had got into the galleries, <i i girl back ol her giggled. S her ground, however, and. p ’ opened the magazine and b read. Again the doc : “You ain’t allowed to read here gallery, it’s agin the rul She sat -foi* ant, wrath Ib every feature, i down at the heads below. £ the doorkeeper sat do a turned and beckoned him He came clumping down,|i he bent over she asked him irtper that must have rattled tljther meter in the marble roorjn I yawn?” The laugh thpled over the gallery was noted by the remarks of the se from Kansas, and the young was not again molested. Th* Land efy Customs. When a Japapssel of importanceislto be laun o bottle of wine is.broken overhw, but a cageful of pigeons is d, that the liberated birds maj»r away, rejoicing in their new! freedom, even as the ship herejoices in the freedom of the ( Truly, the Japanese are ma| symbolists. The doll habinuch more encoura ded in .(an than in Western families. Itically, a girl plays with her (Until her marriage, when th* put aside, as symbolizing thief of her childhood. Now, thßlls perforin a good many duth nimate as they are, and have a d all by themselves. The cherry b festival of the Japanese is in iti ring much like our own St. Vai/s day. It is a sason when tl rays emotional Jap permits hin o become even more effusive th ual, and tp pin his ballad of cherry tree trunks, even as (teando in Arden wood. J School festivjre reasonably common in Jednd these may take, at appropriates, the form of patriotic ineei at which stirring national. 11 are sung, and the lesson of fe-ljlees to the emperor emphasize®. It must be remembered thatfe are in Japan no Sundays, so j the holidays, which seem to oilstern ideas unduly numerous, stm undoubtedly useful purpose. I A Sharmptlve. The Marquis Materford once showed remarkaletective skill. A robber, hßokem into the marquis’ eland, was pursue! him and followed to a publicise four miles , off. There,, the ler had seated himself among amber of men who were drinking smoking and not one of them td betray him. The marquis, how?, was master of the situation, j insisted upon feeling all theft- rtß» and as he was their landlordfl the great man of the county no eflared to refuse. The man whose hd was still beating quickly was tlnbber, who had just ceased runriiil ' " 'll ™ Aberdeen (ScotH) harbor is to be improved at a <Ol $280,000.