Decatur Democrat, Volume 43, Number 7, Decatur, Adams County, 27 April 1899 — Page 6

|»lll— i.'Ht — III—--H—HI—III —" hi—i ASK VOIR i i DOCTOR! I i Ask your physician this ques- I f tion, “What is the one great j 1 remedy for consumption?” j j He will answer, “Cod-liver | 1 oil.” Nine out of ten will 5 j answer the same way. t Yet when persons have I consumption they loathe all I fatty foods, yet fat is neces--1 sary for their recovery and i they cannot take plain codI liver oil. The plain oil dis- | turbs the stomach and takes ? away the appetite. The dis- | agreeable fishy odor and j taste make it almost unen1 durable. What is to be done? : This question was ansI wcred when we first made | I -SG9TTS I ! • cf Cod-Liver Oil with Hypo- I j phosphites. Although that | 1 was nearly twenty-five years £ t arc, yet it stands alone to- j ? day the one great remedy : | for all affections cf the throat | | and lungs. ■ The bad taste and odor have been I f taken away, the oil itself has been f | partly digested, and the tncsl sen- j S si'ive stomach objects to it rarely, i | Nat one in ten can take and digest | the plain oil. Nine out of ten can ■ j take SCOTT’S EMULSION and di- | gesl if. That’s why it cures so j j reny cases of early consumption. | ■■ L :n in advanced cases it brings ; V cc.Tjcrt and (greatly prolongs life, j 1 ■ ' • - ts. ’ - :GTT . EGA Si . • hcuusu New York. • ■■ Hit—w

CURRENT MISCELLANY. The smallest left; r that ever went through the New York ; .-toffice was sent last week It is just the size of a 2 cent stamp —not the large ones, but the email style ab, it five-' ighths by threeqnartvrs of an ini h in siz- 5 . There was natnr-.lly no room on the front side cf the envelope for the address. so it In: 1 to be written on the back. It beat.- the address of Miss Bessie Myers, 325 Ani-t- r bun avenue, and was written by S D. Lewis of 12 West One Hundred and Third street. When the envelope is opened, the little letter that drops out is just cug-haif an inch wide by eleven-sixteenths of an inch long. It Las four pages and is neatly written and perfectly legible without a microscope. It contains just 134 words. The letter was so small that it looked just like a postage stamp in the letter drop at the Eighty-fourth street and Columbus avenue branch postoffice. When it was discovered to be a genuine letter, the canceler put it through his machine with great care. He handed it to a carrier, who took especial pains to see that it got to its address safely. A Bad Custom. The custom of offering rewards for the apprehension of a criminal or the solving of a mysterious crime should not be Lately there has been altogether to® much of this custom. A once efficient police force may easily become demoralized and useless from its effects. What we say does not apply to New York more than it does to other cities. An officer is paid for doing his duty, and if he deserves reward beyond his legitimate salary it should take the shape of promotion. The custom of offering rewards can produce nothing but bad results. If no reward is offered for the arrest of an offender, the detectives are lukewarm in the matter If a small reward is offered, the officers temporize, waiting for a rise in the value of the man wanted. If a large reward is at stake, each officer, fearing that the others may share in the spoils, attempts to work up the case alone tmd would rather allow the criminal to escape than that any one else should win the prize. Thus the hand of the law. turning its palm upward for recompense, becomes powerless to perform its proper functions.—New York Times. Apple Scab. Experiments at the Ohio station have demonstrated clearly that the apple scab is the chief factor in the destruction of the apple crop and that this fungus can be kept under control by spraying. Four splendid successive crops were produced on the sprayed trees at the station, while the fruit on the unsprayed trees in the same and neighboring orchards wa t worthless. The director. Professor Thorne, however, calls attention to the fact that exhaustion of soil fertility, waste of water and insect ravages may all co-operate with scab or other fungous growth in shortening the crop and says “If our orchards areagain to produes the great crops of earlier days, we must, in so far as possible, restore the soil conditions to those days. We must avoid the waste of water in those sections where rainfall is scanty by preventing the growth under the trees of weeds or grass and by keeping the sur face in such condition as to prevent evaporation. ’

A SOUVENIR. I found them in a book last night. Those withered violets, A token of that early love That no man e'er forgets. Pr< ssed •arefully between the leaves, They keen their color still. J cannot, look at them today Without an old time thrill. Ah, me. w!r.t tricks does memory play! The passing years have tied And hopes that lived in vigor once, Alas! have long been dead. And this is all that 1 can say, When all is said and done, Those flowers remind me of some girl— I wish 1 knew which one! AN AMANA ROMANCE. What led Herr Schweppe to join the Amanites no one knew but the elders. | The Amanites did not gossip about it. They were not given to gossiping about anything. Work, duty, God —these were all their thoughts. But the visitors to the close lying Amana villages seldom failed to notice that Herr Schweppe was a gentleman and to wonder how he came to join the Amanites, with their plain clothes and their lives of toil. The mystery was hid in the books of the elders. There was once a visitor who claimed that he had had a glimpse of the page and saw “Bismarck" written twice on Herr Schweppe's record. The name was “Von Schweppe." too. this visitor said, though it was only Schweppe now. Be that as it may, Herr Schweppe’s daughter Annie bore the traits of noble German birth. She was a dark haired. dark eyed maid, appearing among the ether girls of the community like a bit of Sevres ware surrounded by pieces of useful but homely plain white china. Little did the thrifty, godly Amanites care for such beauty. In Amana a yard of blue calico was accounted as worth far more than a dimple. The sorrows of exile killed Herr Schweppe when Annie was a child, before she had grown so beautiful. Annie had never seen a mirror, and no one told her of her beauty. Her mother gloated over it in secret. She loved Annie far better than the elders would have sanctioned, but when the child was near she was silent and cold. The life of repression had had its effect on poor Mother Schweppe. In Amana the elders discouraged lovemaking. Men and women entered the church by different doors, and a line of sawdust box cuspidors marked off the men's side of the house. But among the girls at the Amana gasthaus were two persons who did not have the law of Amana in their hearts. They were not Amana girls, but came from outside, for no Amanite would have permitted bis daughter to be subjected to the gaze of the strangers in the gasthaus. It was Madge and Nora, alas, who put all the mischief into Annie’s mind. .lune moonlight was falling over the yellow wheatfields. and the fragrance of grapevine blossoms on the wall half intoxicated Annie as she leaned out of the small, square window next the slanting roof of her mother’s cottage. It w: s while Annie was still thinking of tl e land that might lie outside of Amana that Madge and Nora came along and asked her to go with them to their party And Annie stole away and went A ghostly little party it was, of Madge and Nora and Annie and only three others in the hotel kitchen but as they sat in the glare of the oil lamp reflector it seemed to Annie the wildest dissipation. Two sheepish young Amanites slouched on the bench at one side of the kitchen, nervously pulling their straw hats over their faces if any one glanced at them. The third young man was entirely unlike these. Annie, big eyed and timorous, gazed at him in wonder. He wore such clothes as fitted him His ruddy hair was brushed back from his ears, not over them, in the fashion of the Amanites. His face was clean shaven, his figure lithe and sinewy, and his merry eyes roved hither and thither while he regaled the company with music. It was a mouth organ which be played, but no matter. To Annie it was heavenly. She had never before heard music of any kind, for the Amanites attached a penalty even to whistling. Suddenly Annie was trembling and sobbing, and the player, conscience smitten, ceased bis melody. He was not a great stranger to her. as Annie had thought. He had not so very many years ago worn the blue jean and straw hats of the community. He was none other than Hermann, the son of Herr Tappan. whom Annie had often seen in church when a child. The community had permitted Herr Tappan to send his son away to a college, for Hermann was to be the physician of the community, their Herr Doctor, as they called him. Hermann understood the timidity of Ann-'e. He. too. had once been restrained till all his thoughts were sadness. He bade the girls take her at once to her mother's cottage, and he watched them all till Annie had disappeared through the window. But why should the young Herr Doctor come to Mother Schweppe’s cottage nest day, asking for her famous wine for his patients? “Knowest thou not I have disposed of it long before this time?” cried Mother Schweppe. "I thought perhaps thou mightst be making it again." faltered Hermann. “Make wine in June? What sort of a man !' And Mother Schweppe laughed loudly and unmelodiously. mirth as one of her cabbages might have laughed. And while her dull eyes were closed in mirth Hermann crashed into Annie’s hand a bit of paper, and Annie, child though she was, hid herself among the grapevines before she dared to open it. “Thon art most beautiful' I love thee, ” That was all. After that it was easy for Annie to elimb down by the grapevine from her

I window, and once she went alone with Hermann far down the solitary railroad track. But Madge loved Hermann, t in her way, and, being jealous, she told Annie’s mother. The next day the elders came to Mother Sebw.pp shons -. Noone smiled, and the interview was full of long silences. Annie was taken down the street, an elder in front of her and an elder behind her. They put her in a house, far away from her mother, and gave her a double portion of work Hermann, foo. was taken to a cloister, though he went laughing. Six months' separation, six months fasting, prayer and hard work was required, and if after that ordeal the two still wished to be married the elders would consider the matter. A week' passed. Hermann and Annie bad sat in their places at the morning service, and it chanced that they, with meekly folded hands, emerged from the two doors of the church at the same moment. Suddenly each one advanced to the other; they met and walked away together. The elders were so astounded that for a moment no one could speak There had never been such an audacious breach of the rules. Even the most venerable members of the community were dumfonnded. The whistle of an approaching train awoke them all to action. “Disobedience!” the chief elder cried, and all the elders hurried down the street to the railway station. Here they found Hermann and Annie, impenitent and defiant. There was a brief storm cf angry words. “We give you but one year to consider." said the long faced chief elder. “Yon may never show your faces here again if you come not back within the year. ” “Thou. Hermann, leavest thy aged father, and thou, Annie, thy mother." said another, more kindly. Annie looked down at her blue calico gown and her rough shoes. “Whathave they done for us?" she cried. They ascended the steps of the car “Give them goedby!” called Hermann petulantly. “We come back no more. ’ And the train pulled away. “All the world loves a lover,” said Herr Tappan to Mother Schweppe sadly, “but the lover loves no one but himself and his sweetheairf. ' So Hermann and Annie went to the city. They were happy, and there seemed to be no ghosts at their fireside. “Father ano mother think more of their carrots than they do of us,” they would say merrily when they spoke of Amana at all. In May their baby was born. He was a beautiful child, and Hermann and Annie never tired of watching him. Hermann could scarcely tear himself away from baby to attend his patients. Contagions diseases he refused to treat Baby might catch them. Annie’s fare grew softer as she looked at the child. For hours they would amuse themselves watching him clasp a lead pencil in his chubby fingers. They cut off a lock oi his baby hair and saved it in the Bible. “Whom does the baby look like. Annie?" asked Hermann carelessly one day. “Like you did when you were a baby, I suppose," answered Annie gayly. Suddenly a startled look came into her eyes. The thought came to Hermann at the same moment. He dropped on his knees before the child. “Die they think of me as we think of our baby?" he whispered. Annie was sobbing. "God may yet forgive us,” she cried. “The year is not ended. We may still return. ” • •••••• The good God had not ended Mother Schweppe’s life. Herr Tappan, too, was still trudging among his vegetables when Hermann and Annie came back. “It would have been a year tomorrow already.” Herr Tappan said stolidly. but his withered lips went trembling. and he embraced Hermann and Annie and blessed them. And Mother Schweppe paddled back to her cellar with a sly smile, returning full handed. “I have all this time since last autumn kept six bottles of wine for thee, Hermann.” she said. — Julia Crawford Underwood in St. Louis Globe- Democrat. Her Sweet Mistake. A short time since the daughter of a millionaire drove up to the door of a jeweler’s shop, went in and selected a turquoise and diamond ring valued at $250. She made out her check for that sum and passed it to the proprietor, who glanced at it and then looked inquiringly up at the young lady and said. “There is some mistake here. I think." The young lady flushed and asked if the check was not for the right amount. She was told it was. but — “But what ?” she exclaimed frigidly. “Do yon mean that my check is not acceptable?" The jeweler acknowledged that he knew quite well who the young lady was. but explained that the check was not made out just as it should be, and he handed it back. The girl ran her eye over it and then turned a deep crimson. “Oh!” she exclaimed. “I see!” And then she proceeded to make out another check. She had signed the first one. “Your own sweetheart. Jessie.” A Race of Tailed Men. Africa is a continent rich in tailed men myths. There is supposed to be a caudate race of pygmies somewhere in the uplands of Abyssinia. The MainMains are a celebrated case. A good many years ago the French government dispatched a M. Descouret with instructions to explore some of the least known parts of Africa and to ascertain the exact degree of truth in the various stories about the Main-Mains. He describes the people as being mostly under five feet in height, ill proportioned, thin, weak and ugly, with short, woolly hair and with an external elongation of the vertebral column which, he says, “in every individual, male or female, forms a tail two or three inches long. ”—Medical Record.

BLUE MONBAY. j It was blue Monday in the Fetherbee 'household. A rainy, dismal, mis). I feggy Monday—a Monday whereon Bid ; dv’had just given warning and t le si - room stove bad tumbled over and j the water pipes bad sprung a I**' “Ma, ” said Felix Fetherbee. where s • my lunch?” “Ma." piped up Anna Mana. ’ I te : lost my joggerfy.'' , “Mamma! I say, mamma! squeaked little Tommy. “The baby’s playin in j the ashes, and she’s got her face all ! black. ” , Mrs. Fetherbee looked wildly around, with both hands pressed to her h sad. “I shall go crazy. " wailed she. “I shall certainly lose my senses, Mr. Fetherbee.” But Mr. Fetherbee, having swallowed his coffee at a railroad rate, was now buttoning up his overcoat with scarcely less rapidity. ’ “Yes, my dear, "said Mi. Fetherbee. "Speak quick, if you please. I’m in a little of a hurry this morning. “If you could only stay long enough, my dear, to put up the stove and go for a plumber and keep an eye to the children while I run around to the intelligence office for another cook “I'm really very sorry, my dear," said Mr. Fetherbee. “but this is an unusually busy day at the office. I’ve a great deal to accomplish before noon It’s quite impossible for me to give up the day." And out he walked, while peer Mrs Fetherbee sat down and cried “I'd like to know what I’m going to do," said Mrs. Fetherbee. “Oh, if I had dreamed of all this, I never, never, never would have got married. “Ah, but that’s past hoping for. ’ said a cheerful, chirpy little voice, close to her. “And now all you've got to do is to make the best of it hat s the matter?" “Everything is the matter!" sighed Mrs. Fetherbee. It was Miss Hepsey Hall, a plump, good tempered little old maid, who colored photographs for a living and lent a helping hand to her neighbors generally.. “Ah!" said Miss Hepsey. “And—-and—Mr. Fetherbee is so hurried by business that he couldn’t stay to help me, and" — “Oh !” said Miss Hepsey. “Business!' And she rubbed her nose and looked so dubious that Mrs. Fetherbee hastened to answer the tone rather than her words “I assure you. Hepsey. that it is one of his busiest days Monday always is If I supposi d it wasn’t" — “Well, you can easily find out," said ' Miss Hepsey. “Can’t you?" “How?"' “Sell postage stamps." answered the old maid. “Hepsey Hall, what under the sun do yon mean?" demanded the bewildered wife. “I often do it, "said Miss Hepsey “It’s a wholesome change after I’ve been sitting three or four hours at my photograph easel. I just jump into a stage and ride down to the business part of the city and sell a lot of stamps It pays in a modest sort of way Take my advice, my dear. Put on my ylaid shawl and beaver bonnet with a green veil and a muff. Go to Fetherbee’s office sell postage stamps. I've got a lot on hand that I’ll let you have." “Would you really," hesitated Mrs Fetherbee. “if you were me?” “If you want your husband to come home and help you about things that it is a man's province to see to and not a ■woman's, I would." said Miss Hepsey firmly. "But what shall I do about the children?" asked Mrs. Fetherbee. "Oh. said Miss Hepsey, “I'll stay and keep an eye on 'em while 1 mend my company gloves. You’ll be back in an hour or two, I don’t doubt" Mr Fetherbee was all alone in the office, his heels cn the baize covered desk and a cigar in his mouth, reading a magazine. The fire blazed brightly in the grate, the daily papers lay scattered around, and the office boy was asleep in the window seat, like a cat of larger growth “Eh?" said Mr. Fetherbee. looking up with a prodigious yawn “No—no stamps today. Tom. you villain.” to the office boy, "rouse up and look to the office. I may as well go to dinner. " “I’ll go. too.” said the young woman who was selling postage stamps, as she calmly advanced and took Mr. Fetherbee’s arm. Instinctively Mr. Fetherbee recoiled, but she raised her veil and looked him calmly in the face. “Mrs. Fetherbee!" he ejaculated. ‘Exactly, said Mrs. Fetherbee “Yes, my dear, we'll go to dinner together. There’s not much probability of my getting any at home today, so I'll take oysters and coffee, if it’s quite agreeable to you, and then we’ll go cozily home together “For, added Mrs. Fetherbee, with a merciless glibness which no one heretofore had ever suspected her of possessing, “I won’t go home until you do' The stove isn’t put up, and the water I pipes are dripping ever the dining room I ceiling, and the children are holdino’ high pandemonium.” Meeker than any lamb, Mr. Fetherbee conducted his triumphant wife to I the restaurant and treated her so to j speak, with the fat of the land. Milder than a May breeze, he went home with her, put up the stove, kindled the fire ran fur a plumber and made himself generally useful on the sacrificial altar i of domestic necessities. “Oh Miss Hepsey." whispered Mrs. Fetherbee, “I m so much obliged to you! But here are the postage stamps I didn t sell any o f ’em. ’ “I didn’t suppose you would, my dear, said the old maid, with twin- | klmg eyes.—New York News.

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