Decatur Democrat, Volume 50, Number 29, Decatur, Adams County, 20 September 1906 — Page 7

:— M = C in every township in the county f i to take subscriptions to \ HOOSIER) j > ' ■"**- ~ To— J "\ £> Ci— .... > > A Democratic Weekly > > IfcrTr i i i -i- iii, ,,-j iw ;7. , — thU C < Published at Indianapolis, Indiana. f C Endorsed by the State organization and leading 5 « Democrats of the State. A Simon-pure Democratic C newspaper such as Jefferson or Jackson would have f 9 published. J J W. B. WESTLAKE, Publisher J C 918-919 Majestic Building € 9 &nd fbr santplo copy. t Indianapolis, Indian*. f .. • ■ “i i ■ **^*«»^a*"">< i ■ ii — r iin—i r ~ • 1 ' ,_j. ~~ ~ 1 - f- — .—J~ ■_ •' ... ~ - .... , Summertime Places Over in the southern end of Michigan and adjoining it in northern Indiana is the ideal vacation land —a country of small, beautiful lakes, dear running streams and shady woodlands. Here are delightful places for fishing, boating, bathing and kindred 1 pleasures, while the very atmosphere is expressive of a simple, restful, sumfl mer life in one of the most charming sections of the United States. Would you like to spend a few days in this region? You will be sure to have a good time and at a very modest cost. Board and rooms in farm homes and smaller hotels at rates of from $5 to $8 per week; also many furnished cottages for rent at reasonable rates. For reaching these resort places The Lake Shore & Michigan Southern Ry. trains will afford you quick service at a low cost. From June Ito Sept. 30 your local agent will sell you excursion tickets to any of these resort places over the railway leading from your place in connection with the Lake Shore, at low rates, good until Oct. 31 for return. < “ Quiet Summer Retreats ” containing a large list of boarding places with rates, proprietors’ names and addresses, location features, camp sites, u furnished cottages, etc., will assist you in selecting a place and will be sent free on addressing A. J. SMITH, G. Cleveland, Ohio. I ■ /' ' i (2) - I i ’ - Ulis' iiHi Uiir 11 star v if w? / TWO SOUES V / SINGLE THOUGHT- J IMAMO BRANQQIIAUn W A 4? • We are one ‘• the largest users YQk j jlrfflWqWX' )^r<^BßP^F «fe:-Y °f Rock Oak Jr Sole Leather WB Mk g 1 in the World. gO jgg ' wfe’ The other WW materials used Yffir MWHAMTMOH W- : * in Diamond W old STYLE oak W SJEIH W Brand Shoes are W TANNED SOLE IBS ■a AhY OTHERHOISI fc - iiicr ac ennerinr W LEATHER MAKES W** *«* j superior. „ mAMW|) W •fB.- ■&* W SHOES WEAR iW 3 -aB •1 lk22wn'.. .. ■■-. 4 J _ I ■ , t. : -j I Buying a Cream Separator | M A little thought before buying a cream separator will save you a B lot of hard work later on. Don’t be talked into buying a machine B with a high milk supply like pitching hay to B pour milk into one. Besides it does n’t cost any more to get an easy running fflUj U.S. Cream Separator I ; with a low miUt tank at a cah ach » a simple B i i 1 bowl that’s easily washed, and a set of entirely enclosed I I S ears ’ P rotected from dirt and danger. The U. S. holds B' ! I jpß** X the World’s Reco., for clean skimming— it is the most I iSLSr 3 ** profitable machine to? you to buy, and will last a life ■ , time. You’ll be interested to look over a U.S. For sale by L CHAS. WEMING. A6tM, OSSIAN. INDIANA H •.1’.,-.. . UA .tt-rt '

IN THE SHADOW OF DEATH. Hu Approach of the Blaek Bidee Does Not Incite Fear. As Sir Walter Scott lay dying he summoned his great friend to his side by a motion of his hand and wins- i pered: “Lockhart, I may have but a minute to speak to you. My dear, b« a good man. Be virtuous, be religious —be a good man. Nothing else will give you any comfort when you come ' to lie here.” * Nelson in the midst of his grateful ness for having died victoriously for England thought for a dashing mo ment of his early record in its relation to the life after death. “Doctor,” he said to the surgeon, “I have not been a great sinner.” On the other hand, there are innu merable instances in the records of bi ography pointing to the fact that men die without a thought of the world beyond. , Charles IL died thinking ot “Poor Nell.” Sir Richard Grenville died with his mouth full of oaths, cursing the “traitors and dogs” who had surrendered his little Revenge to the Spaniards. History is full of such instances. “Indeed? It is a memorable subject for consideration,” says Stevenson “with what unconcern and gayety mankind runs on along the valley of the shadow of death. The whole way la one wilderness of snares, and the end or It for those who fear the lasi pinch is irrevocable ruin. And yet we go spinning through it all, like a part* for the Der.oy.” A doctor tells me that In a very long ‘ hospital experience he has never known of a sensational deathbed. Tho approach of death is, as a rule, doubted, and up to the last moment of consciousness the passing soul retain* its conviction in the endurance of earthly things. Soldiers tell the same story. To dis Jesting seems the last act of courage possible to a fighting man, and he makes the most of it. Endless are the stories of soldiers dying in action with l shout of humor on their lips. Even more wonderful is the cold bloodedness of men going to the scaffold. To feel the edge of the ax wae something of a jest in old days, and there is the story of the felon going to Tyburn who blew the froth from hr* last mug of beer because it always gave him Indigestion! And yet It is only in brief moment* that the true horror of death sweeps over the soul. We do not think about it. We put it away from us. Humanity has made up its mind not to be frightened. Death indeed is even pre ferred before life. A hopeless infatuation for a painted doll will drive Fortunatus to suicide. Money troubles will fling a maki under a passing express, and dyspepsia has loaded many a revolver. Life may be unendurable, but death Is not to be feared. Into the unthinkable mysteries .of the universe a soul casts itself in a petulance and the waters of death close over it without a sound. What has become of that soul? Where. is that consciousness gope—that personality, that individual force which differed the man from every other who ever lived? But the mob who watch the poor drenched and bloated and horrible body wheeled away to the mortuary ' turn away without any realization of death. They go to their taverns and their merchandise, take up the old greasy and well worn threads of theii existence, and getting of food monop olizes all their thoughts. Fear death? They fear nothing in the world. They are not even afraid of themselves.—Chicago Inter Ocean. " * Barefooted Waiting Maids In Japan. Unless there are ladies among the guests the wife and daughters of the host do not appear at dinner in Japan. Before the meal begins it is customary for them to bring small cups of tea and dainty confectionery, when they take their survey of the party. If gen tiemen only are present the Japane > hostess disappears after the greeting Is over and does not return until the guests are taking their departure. At a signal from the host barefooted waiting maids, dressed in graceful and prettily tinted kimonos, bring in lacquer tray, bearing tiny covered bowls. Before setting the trays on the table the maids sink gracefully to their knees and bend forward till their foreheads touch the floor. Then they serve dinner, which Js of several courses.— Smith’s Weekly. MINING FOR RUBIES. The Primitive Methode That Are Still la Use in Burma. The system practiced for obtaining rubles in the mining districts in Burma is of the most primitive description, says the Searchlight. The mining shafts afifreimply holes about two feet square sunk to-a depth varying up to , fifty or sixty feet The shoring up of the walls of the shaft is most crude, the sides being supported by posts at the corners and branches of small trees secured carefully against the sides by means of stout sticks. The miner carries a tin pot similar in shape to a blunt edged cone on his head. He squats down In one corner and digs between his knees in the opposite corner. The earth, or byon, as the ruby bearing earth is called, is conveyed to the top as fast as it is excavated in small buckets let down, from above. The apparatus for raising and lower- ' Ing the buckets is simple in the extreme. A stout bamboo post about twenty feet high, called a maungdine, is fixed upright in the ground at a convenient distance from the pit, or dwin, and a long, thinner bamboo pivoted horizontally into the upper end of it sq as to project an eighth from the mine and tirn long arm toward the mine.

Scad Down Grace. A tittle Portland miss, whose first name is Grace, had never attended church, being too little and too lively to be trusted there, according to the Kennebec Journal. But at last her mother permitted her to accompan/ an elder sister, giving her grave warnings beforehand. The rector of the church was a frequent caller at Grace's home, and her mother feared that on this account she might take liberties. “You must sit still,” she said, “and 1 you must not say one word, but let Mr. Hammond do the talking. Now, remember.” Gracie behaved very well in meeting. As -soon aS she reached home she reported: “Oh, mamma, I did keep.still—real still, and when Mr. Hammond called me right out in meeting I never stirred ’to go to him.” “Called you? Why, child, he never called you in meeting.” “Yes, but he did, mamma. He said tiwee or four times, ‘Send down Grace,’ but I sat as still as a mouse.” The Meanins of “Bridge.” The story goes that years ago, long before bridge was kuown in London clubs, two families who played the game under the name of “Russian whist” were living in neighboring houses at or near Great Dalby in Leicestershire. The only road of communication lay over a somewhat dangerous bridge. It was a frequent occurrence for the departing guests to say to their hosts: “Thank goodness, it is your ‘bridge’ tomorrow,” meaning that the other party would have to cross the dangerous bridge the next night: hence is said to- have arisen the title of “bridge.” We give this story for what it is worth, but in our own mind we have little doubt that the modern name of “bridge” is merely a very easy corruption of the old title of “biritch.” The two words “biritch” and “bridge” have absolutely the same sound when spoken quickly, so that it is easy to imagine how the change came to pass.—London Saturday Review. The Deer’s Tracks. A deer if walking always plabes its feet firmly closed upon the ground, and consequently the track is sharply drawn—that is, the hoof is not spread to ' any appreciable extent Exceptions are sometimes the track of deer that are heavy with fawns, during spring and early summer, and those of old bucks during the rutting season. But even then the heels of their tracks are considerably closer than in tracks made by a hog or a sheep. The hoofs of the latter two animals are always rounder at the toe than those of deer, making.the tracks they leave easily distinguishable, and if the difference is not discernible in frozen snow the fact that the trail made by hogs or sheep does not register should settle all doubts for the tracker. A deer if not wounded will always step with its hind “foot in the track made by the front foot—Field and Stream. Sailor’s Story of Jungle Surgery. “There wuz this here black Kamerun savage, naked as an animal,” said the sailor, “and there wuz this explorer in his pretty suit of white drillin’, and there wuz a Kamerun medicine man with a headdress o’ human bones. They stood under a palm tree. I sot on a log and watched ’em. The medicine man put the right arms of the savage and the explorer close together and then, flourishin’ a dull lookin’ knife, he nicks a vein in the white arm and then an artery in the black arm. The blood come a-gushin’ and a-gushin’ out of the black arm, and the medicine man scooped it up in the holler of his hand and rubbed it into the nicked white arm. He must ’a’ rubbed in a pint before he closed the wound. Transfoosion o’ blood is what they call it. They say it saves a white man from jungle fever and from all the evils of the miasma, of the hot swamps, of the damp heat, the rottin’ vegetation. They say Stanley had black blood traustoo*ed into his’n eight times. That is how he stood Africa. I know it’s a common thing for African explorers to go through tho transfoosin’ process. And I’ll tell you a funny thing about it. It makes the hair thicker and darker and it darkens the skin a couple of shades.” —New Orleans Times-Democrat, When You Take a Baih. When drying off after a bath stand In the bathtub in water up to the ankles. When rubbed with coarse towels until .the body is all aglow, step out and wipe the feet.« This prevents that uncomfortable chilly feeling experienced if one steps immediately out of a bathtub full of water on to the bath mat Love. • We never can say why we love, but only that we love. The heart is ready enough at feigning excuses for all that it does or of wrong, but ask it to give a reason for any of its beautiful and divine motives, and it can only look upward and be dumb.—Lowell. Surely. “Tommy is such a sweet child,” said a doting mother, “that I often think it will be a miracle If he lives to grow np.” “It will,” said the candid neighbor, with a baleful gleam in his eye. A Coincidence. Mrs. Janson said to Mrs. Eammls in perfect confidence, “Do you know mine is the pretties.t baby in the world?’ “Well, really, now, what a coincidence!” said Mrs. Lammis. “So is mine!” Cause and Effect. •Poor Jones is suffering from melancholia.” “Why, I thought he was the editor et a comic paper.” “He ia.” Y....»

The Housekeeper’s Check By ALBERT BIGELOW PAINE lOopjrWUi, L«6, by Joeepbß^Tieu^" - Our new addition was complete, but we never quite seemed to get through paying for it A number of times, when we thought we had settled the last and final bit of our liabilities, a new demand would be presented, a new hydra head to be smitten off, a new wound to be seared over and forgotten. A big brace for the tall new chimney was an “extra,,” of course. Likewise the storm windows and a new patent damper for the furnace, guaranteed to save anywhere from nine to ninety-nine per cent, of the coai used, and to supply at least double the heat. The spark-screen, andirons, and othor adjuncts for the fireplace—these, too, were outside the contract, and .a good deal easier to buy than to pay for, even when the buying meant mousing about in dusty antique stores, and the paying a simple matter of drawing a check. It is easy to draw checks when the account is replete—in fact, it is rather a pleasure to do so—l am sure the Little Woman used to regard me with an admiration akin to awe as I carelessly filled in the figures and name of payee, and signed my name with a neat flourish on the line below., I suppose she wondered why I never let her do it, and very likely considered me selfish in conserving to myself this important and ratner agreeable duty, though I did not think of th.s at the tim Q . It presently became less agreeable. When the third figure of our balance waned into the perspective until it became a thin line that would become a vanishing point at the least touch, the construction of a check became a serious matter. It was no longer lightly conceived and carelessly put together. vith decorative scrolls at the end. like a spring lyric. It became a thing of forethought and reflection — to be wrought at last with a grave dignity that savored of the epic’s solemn close —with that feeling of sadness and longing that marks the end of each and every waning balance in the banker’s till. As I was saying, our balance became a feature of consideration, even discussion. There were a good many things we still needed in the way of furnitqre and decorations, now that our habitation was to our liking. We also needed cldthes. When we sat down in our rather imposing rooms in which there were a few good old pieces of furniture, and some truly antique rugs, the fact that oiir apparel was also good and old did not give pleasure to the Little Woman. She became almost disagreeable about it one day, when I was arguing for a new chair, and declared that we looked like tramps that had got in while the folks were aw.ay. < i still urged the chair. 'I said that clothes were a matter of display and vanity. Also, that they were transisirt and fleeting, while the chair would be the comfort of a lifetime. Whereupon the Little Woman stated that thsre were certain garments that were not used for display, except in magazine advertisements, and that these as well as the chair were matters of coipfort, and needed a good deal more. She inslsten that we had laid out enough on extraneous luxuries for one’year, and that there were a few things we might forego, in order to be decently clad. To do the Little Woman justice, 1 may say that I believe her general tendency is rather toward furniture than raiment—this being the true collector spirit, and to be commended. She had smothered her better inclination, this time, and was ready to sacrifice the chair for a silk waist and something to go under it. She meant to have garments, whatever the cost You shall see how she was punished. We went together. Neither could quite trust the other alone in the department stoye revel that was to follow the purchase of the waist. The fascinations of a department store ara too great to be resisted singly. Even working together and in full accord, we yielded oftener than was good for our balance sheet, or for the prospect of the new chair any time Within a period when we might reasonabTt hope to need comforts for the flesh. We didn’t pay as we bought. There is great saying of time in getting a transfer elrd, and a greater certainty of prompt delivery in having goods come C. O. D. When we got through we had bought most of the things we could think of, and a good many we never would have thought of without seeing them, and that we couldn’t think of again when we got outside and were on the train going I had not counted the exact amount of our debauch, but had run the figures up loosely and liberally, and realizing that the end was now inevitable. drew a check next morning for our full balance. Then I went away, leaving the check and the obsequies >n the hands of the Little Woman. If the amount was not quite enough she was to make it up out of her weekly purse. If it was too much she was to keep the change. By some quirk of fortune it was too much. It was several dollars too much, xhe Little Woman was elated until the driver regarded the check rather doubtfully and decided that he couldn’t give money for it'. He would give the goods freely enough. The amount of them was fully ten times as much as the change coming, but they were only goods. Money was a differ- , ent matter. He had probably heard of bogus checks. This might be one of , them. He couldn’t exchange good mon- , ay, however little, for a bogus check. ;

Perhaps he was a new driver. J hope so, for his sake. The Little Woman’s argument was of no avail. He was good-natured, but he was firm. He was also ingenious. He suggested that another check for the correct amount would set everything straight. If the missus only had another check now, she could write it to fit the figures of the bill. The Little Woman hesitated. She had never been allowed to perform this especial and sacred rite, though she had signed almost every othei xind «»f paper, from a receipt for a load of coal to a first mortgage, with coupons. A check seemed of less importance than these. Besides, a new check would leave a balance as a starting point of a new account. We were as one, why not? She told me about it when I got home. It seems she had certain misgivings by that time—probably the promptings of a sub-conscious memory of banking matters and a cashier’s arbitrary requirements in the matter of characteristic signatures. It was too late to do anything that night. The bank was closed long ago, and I did not think it wise to spend the night in looking up the president or even the cashier, to explain. I don’t think she slept a great deal. She had some idea that an officer would be waiting down stairs in the morning, and that she would never look on our Precious Ones or her silk waist again. I consoled her with the suggestion that, while ignorance of the law was regarded as no excuse, there were certain extenuating circumstances—that I thought the Precious Ones would hardly be grown, and that the silk waist might be in fashion again by the time she returned to gladden our hearts once more. Still, there was an uncertainty about the outcome that made the bright morning, the new waist, and our general assortment of furnishing goods as ashes to the Little Woman. She was sorry now. She wished she had let me buy the chair. We had an early breakfast. The banker regarded me rather doubtfully when I had finished my statement. He had known me on both sides of the ledger for some time, but this was a new phase. “You say your—eh, housekeeper made a check, without a full knowWK Gfp ,cc ' WX. ‘IKWw wW - "SHE’S REALLY ONE OF THE FAMILY.” ledge of the seriousness attaching to the signing of names in that promiscuous way?” “I—yes, that’s about it.” I was covering the Little Woman’s identity and a lack of knowledge, not altogether unnatural to the sex, but which I felt that he, as a banker, might regard with scorn. “Os course,” he proceeded, “as one not directly related to you the matter appears somewhat more serious. Had it been really one of your family now —your sister, for instance, or your—” “Oh. but it’s just the same, you know,” I put in. “I mean, of course, that she—that she’s really one of the family—that is, of course, it’s all right, I mean.” I had not explained my plan to the Little Woman before starting. I had an undercurrent of wonder, now, what she would say if she could overhear my efforts to get her decently out oi the pitfall Into which her pride had tumbled us. I hoped she was enjoying her pew things. A clerk brought the check at that mopent. It had come in from the clearing house, having traveled safely through several miles of circumlocution. The six inches between the banker’s hands and mine would be the hardest tug. The banker scrutinized the signature severely. “Rather delicate hand for a—housekeeper. How long did you say she had been in your service?” a named the largest number of years within human limits, and reviewed the proprietary interest she had always felt in our affairs —the amount of receipts and things she was daily called upon to indorse —and gave another and improved version of the episode with the intelligent driver who was willing to give any amount of goods for my check, but no change. I abused the driver —there was no harm in doing that—he wasn’t there, and it wouldn’t have hurt him, anyhow. I think the driver saved the situation. The banker took a hand with me, at abusing him. Then we were united against a common enemy, and the Little Woman was safe. I thought she would be tearful and contrite and grateful when I arrived with the news .tbit jt was all right, and that she was to remain with us. I suppose she really was grateful, and I know that she was glad, for she went and put on all her new things and was so proud and had such an air that I didn’t dare for the life of me tell her the “housekeeping" details of my interview with the banker, and kkva not mentioned them till this day.