Decatur Democrat, Volume 51, Number 16, Decatur, Adams County, 26 December 1907 — Page 5

fgad Breath. W ell-known physician, who knows, declares that |E] breath has broken off mor* I Etches than bad temper. gV There are ardent 1 ■ lovers w ho must !m Fr-t?# sometimes wish | V '-Z their sweethearts I ■ b»J7 /-x presented sweeter mouths to be kissed. Good teeth cannot I ■ AJ ) prevent bad breath ■ff' /] when the stomach is I A I I disordered. ■fc kk\\l| The best cure for bad breath is a ■7 1 U cleansing out of the ■ 1 11. body by use of Mane’s Family I Medicine He tonic laxative. Ht’iis is a herb medicine, sold in He- a“d 50c. packages by drugHsts and it is saving more doctor’s Ells than any other medicine has K, er saved. ■]t cures headache, backache, Edigestion, constipation and skin — " 1 ■ cholera proof hogs. E feeding the sow Ridgway’s vac E 10c a litter, the pigs are vacciEd before birth, hence are born a proof. One million successful E 10.000 strong testimonials. In Eer proof I will ship my own suckEplgs and expose them for weeks Etf sick cholera herd at my own En’se and risk. No other Man, E>r or Veterinarian ever did or as Elates to take any such risk. Why? E>ly because he would lose both his E business. During the past Et years I have shipped and exE<l in sick shclera herds, scattered E Virginia to Dakota and from Egan to Florida, over 1,200 of my E suckling pigs without loss from E er& ' 1 g,ve 8 wrltten guarantee ■ back it with a 110,600.00 security. En deliver the goods. Book free. Eert Ridgway, Box 30, Amboy. Ind ■ Jiwitd ■ _—.. . ——o ■fficulty in Extracting the ■Animal —Damage Suit I May Follow. E onJa - v evening while making a de. Ery of lumber to a party near the Etoffice. the large black horse ownEh' the Decatur Lumber Co., was E badly injured, the result of a ■er caving in. The accident hap■ed in the rear of the old Noah Ark ■ding on North Second street, just ■the driver was getting ready to ■e a turn south. The sewer was ■ recently completed and the cave ■as no doubt the result of the re--91 heavy rain and thaw. The horse E submerged to its body and considtrouble was experienced in Eing th e animal out, the driver be- ■ forced to call for assistance. The E e was badly bruised about the E an d body and it is feared that E hurt internally. From all ap■rances It would look as if some ■ «as up against a damage suit. E ever > f-bls may depend upon the animal recovers or not. ■ ■ Any 12 Year Old Girl ■n make those delicious ■mon,.Chocolate and Cus■d pies as well as the more E tr ienced cook if she uses ■UR-PIE” preparation, ■ich is now sold by nearly ■ grocers at 10 cents per . Just, the proper •.Eredients in each package. - , ■Women Who Wear Well. how great a change a ■ Jews of married life often make tn ■ tppearanee and disposition of many Hfen. The freshness, the charm, the ■Juice vanish like the bloom from a EJ *hieh is rudely handled. The Is only a dim shadow, a faint echo charming maiden. There are two E® 8 f°r this change, ignorance and E*jb Few young women appreciate ■ shock to the system through the E? ?t ' w bich eornes with marriage and ■wthood. Many neglect to deal with E®^ easan t pelvic drains and weakwhich too often come with marand motherhood, not understanding ■!™ s secret drain is robbing the cheek 8 freshness and the form of its Enu re ' y . as the general health suffers E,) , re 3 dehMjgement of the health ■plicate womaTHjorgans, so surely ■ft iV organs ArtNqstablished in ■J! the We an<Wjr!hmtOnce witness E||. iCtin ™JW'd Nearly E^-l vomen have found health and use of Dr. Picrc»'s Faand sick women well. IngrediE>tn Jbel—contains no alcohol or K babit - forming drugs. Made Efm th ° Se native > American, medicEttmJ? 03 , 1 highly recommended by ■schTJi ca J au thorities of all the sevHlo’«kl s $ Practice for the cure of ■«» peculiar ailments. ■tin hol l f.P2 t^era ’ or for those brokenErtn «n « by . to ° frequent bearing of for the expectant mothers, ■ inri° system for the coming of ■'tniin? its advent easy and ■hod « there is no medicine quite ■joaXE! T . orlte Prescription. It ■a T» u* ln condition of the • tad 2’.*®°?* Patent invigorating Km tn nervine nicely ■mL -7?®*“'* delicou system by a ■let M F* ’tpwfeaco in the troev K • Peculiar ailments.

•BY* ■MANNCapt Riley was intently watching from his net-loft window the approach of his biggest fishing tug, the Alice Riley. Even in the inner harbor she was pitching and rolling in the December seas and was sheathed in ice from bobbing timber head to the overhang aft. “Not a boxful, not one,” he groaned, seeing the nested fish boxes still lashed to the deckhouse roof. “But the boys ’ll get Their pay, somehow; they’ll get it, if I have to slap a mortgage on all the outfit.” No one else should know it, but the truth was Christmas cheer was not in Capt. Riley’s heart as he turned gravely to the twine-reeling he had busied himself with since he broke his ankle and Billy Noonan had proudly taken out the Alice Riley, the most powerful tug that fished oft Skilligalee in the Straits of Mackinac. The tug tied up to the dock with a bump, there was some shouting, heavy footsteps clumping on the icy wharf, then up the shaky stairs and the door flew open letting in a blast of raw north wind and an ice-coated being in oil skins who presently shed his chrysalis and became a crestfallen skipper, a curly-haired, alert young fellow, who almost hugged the roaring stove, for he was drenched and shivering. “Not a pound, cap’n,” was his greeting. “Breezed up so we couldn’t touch the nets,” he added. "Old Michigan must be cuttin’ up considerable,” the old man answered cheerily. “Never mind, boy, ye'll get em next time.” But Billy Noonan knew how bad the fishing had been all year, and could figure as well as his employer how bad ■ matters must be. Not a man of them A Got a Line to Her. •11 but loved the grizzled old man, and marveled at him, for he knew the lake bottom from Point Betsie to the great log rollway that aearred the bluffs north of Waugoahanc* light, aa most men know dry land.- Billy Noonan; however, also loved the old captain’s daughter, Mary, and had hoped— how he had hoped!—to bring in a big catch of whitefish when he was given the big tug to lift the last nets of the year. Now a lean Christmas, a very lean Christmas, seemed certain in the Riley borne —a home for all homeless lads at Christmas time. Mary’s laugh had been infrequent of late and her merriment had been forced. Here she was herself in the doorway as the crew clumped in. “Billy NooAan,” she called, “don’t you know you’ll swamp the tug with the fish jammed to the gun walls, so?” There was a note in her raillery that cut him to the quick. How queenly she was, this straight, blue-eyed brunette, wrapped in the captain’s oilskins, flushed from facing the storm! Billy Noonan lay awake that night, notwithstanding the long day at the wheel of the lurching tug. Through his window he stared out at the blackness, and he listened to the wailing wind; wailing, it seemed to him, complaint at the year of misfortunes and pitiful catches of fish, wailing complaint at the wages and prices of fish fixed by the union that made the lot of Capt. Riley so hard in an “off year. Far out on the Charlevoix pier no white light shone, up and down the angry lake the lighthouses and lightships were nowhere else on watch, the fog signals were silent, although | belated barges still stumbled up and down the lake. Suddenly a flash in ( the north, and another and another, , the flash of rockets, brought him out of bed. .. >■ .51; . . -This sM. •’ Waugoshmije. about White WOW *• Ba< *

rally knew what that would mean, at least‘|4oo a day for “thw bld man,” and he knew the need. Everyone said the Alice Riley had an uncommon crew; two hours later the tug’s whistle blew four booming blasts in the darkness—“strong ahead” —and five more that were Billy’s farewell to Mary if she was awake—or cared. She saw from her bedroom window the tug steam through the channel, sparks flying weirdly in the wind, out to the open lake where no light shone to mark the way for the 30 miles of desperate tussle with waves that now at times buried the very deckhouse roof. Again the five short blasts as the starboard light turned north beyond the pier, then was gone. “Here’s hopin',” growled Billy as he whirled the wheel over. He was hanging on grimly, for at times the tug stood about on end. A sea smashed one of the pilot-house windows and he fixed it as best he could by the dim binnacle light. He lashed the wheel to a course two points east of north. In the blackness he could see only the white crests of waves. The panting of the tug’s exhaust told him Kelly was stoking like a fiend and that O’Neil was squeezing the last ounce out of his big engine, 16 square. Ahead was blackness, the maddened waters and the infrequent flash of rockets. It was still dark when Billy saw, as the tug topped a great wave, a ship’s light ahead twinkle a moment where the whitecaps marked White Shoals. At dawn he had a line to the derelict and the great seven-inch hauser was going to her overside; an hour later they were fast by the forward towing post. It would be easy in such a sea to trip on the hauser and “turn turtle,” or to be snatched by a great wave and have the hauser break. The barge on the shoal was an ore freighter loaded to the water’s edge, a heavy tow. With his hand on the bell cord to signal to O’Neil, Billy muttered: “Here’s for Mary and better —” He rang, the engines started, then, crash! Billy’s Christmas wishes were cut short; the tow post was gone and water poured into the hole in torrents. It was hours later when they got that hauser again, when the tug’s hoarse whistle roared, “All right," and the bellow of the stranded barge replied. It was dreary work and Billy and the crew were gaunt with hunger and weariness. Again slowly In the teeth of the wind they went ahead, jerked tremendously at intervals when the waves snatched the tow. When they were getting into deeper water O'Neil’s engines suddenly stopped, and ten minutes later the barge had drifted back to the shoal. The eccentric had slipped; the tug was but driftwood; bad business in such a sea. Billy Noonan and O'Neil kept her afloat someway, and all the time Billy, still clutching the wheel, was muttering of Mary and Christmas; he had strange vagaries, but was still sane as a skipper. When at last the frantic hammering in the engine room ceased, near evening of the next day, they were still near to the barge that was pounding on the shoals. The sun broke through the clouds, a red sun roar to setting beyond the tossing waters, the sunset of Christmas eve. It was never clear how they got the slow steel barge to move so fast once they got tier off again. But in the midnight hours when St. Nick, Kris Kringel and all the Christmas fairies were abroad on land, when the last embers of the yule logs smouldered cozlly under lines of stockings in many, many homes, the Alice Riley’s deep whistle sounded off the Charlevoix pier. Capt. Riley still sat before his fireplace, waiting hopefully—as was his nature. But for the hundredth time he looked about the room at Mary's pitiful efforts at Christmas decorations. Suddenly he heard, faint but unmistakable, the bass cill Os the Alice Riley. '■ ' '' " ■ } ” Instantly he picked up his cratch and rapped on the door of Mary’s room! ' So quickly did: she appear, suspiciously red-eyed but smiling, she must have been awake, too. ./'Listen,*' he cried, holding up his .hand. 800-00-oom, boooo-oom, boo-00-oom! “AU right!” Again, deep, full and growing less faint, the whistle sounded, "All right." “That means a Christmas for all of us. Mary, in spite of the fish!” Then there came a succession of short, sharp toots and the captain stared perplexed. With a twinkle tie turned to Mary. “Do you know what that means, Mary?” he asked. She flushed crimson, but before she put her arms about her father with a hug that he understood she flashed her answer from the bow window with a lamp. The captain, smiling, for a long time sat looking at a picture over the mantel, the picture of her mother. “Merry Christmas,” he said to the picture, very softly. "I knew it would come.” Billy brought it—and Billy had it, an unforgetable Christmas—with the Riley’s. When at last he “rolled in" with Kelly, the fireman would have his j oke _he called it “Mary Christmas.” Copyright, 1907 by Wright A. Patterson. — - Ar OU Inflith Cwtem. TM •!< eoußtrr EMIUhMB EiU te RSbRr bU •< <c!eci M«v Taar’a *•

Little dicta's Grdy Muff Br KENDBJCK FERRJS. < r\Cf~)r\ T HAD way (ji Iy / back ln Nov«» ber—the Bu»day after Tbaak*wv» Sw Ing, when B*ine /5 J/ f carter came ia ' iEw ,a te t° church with a gray aaB 3 trakhan muff. Tbe ’ h %■ r sermon was too “deep" for Vida, \l(oZ/p\ Vj* ’ wbo had her hand '*>. on her face and • i\ vtas almost i /w'J asleep, when a nj/H I tw sash of 6 ra J' ia /AT L the next pew ’irk caused her to Lfevi turn her bead ever so slightly and peep through her chubby fingers. There ft stood on the velvet cushion beside Sallie, trim, warm and lined with pearly gray satin, exactly like Mrs. Carter’s own beautiful big one, but smaller by half. A great longing began to grow ia Vida’s heart. But from that day on till the 17th of December Vida thought of nothing but a gray musf —how she would look carrying it, how it would feel and how every Sunday afternoon she would let poor Dorothy Haines carry it for a whole block. The 25th fell on Sunday that year, and Saturday, morning dawned bright and clear. Vida and her mother were standing together at the nursery window, as with a jingle of merry bells the Carters’ sleigh drove by. Vida sighed contentedly. “To-morrow,” she said, “I shall be carrying a gray astrakhan muff.” Her mother laughed merrily. "Why, Vida, dear,” she said. "You asked Santa Claus for seven other things—■ you said so only this morning. You couldn’t expect him to remember them all, and he’s as likely to forget the muff as the French doll, or the tea set. It’s foolish to count on any one thing when you made so long a list. I told you to be moderate.” And her busy mother hurried off ia answer to a call from Aunt Jane. Not count on it! Why, she had done nothing but count on it ever since Santa Claus had found her note, says St. Nicholas. Not count on it. Why, Christmas would be nothing without it! At last twilight came, and the darkness fell. And in the corner of the great hall sofa, facing the clock on the stairs, Vida, a disconsolate little body, fell asleep. Her mother wakened her when it was time to hang up her stocking, and then, in spite of her warning, and in spite of Ser long hours of worry, hope was born again, and when Vida kissed her mother good night visions of gray astrakhan muffs danced in her head. “Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!” It seemed to Vida she had but closed her eyes, and there stood mother and Aunt Jane beside her bed, one with her worsted shoes and the other with her red eiderdown wrapper to hurry her over to the nursery, where her father stood awaiting at the door. “Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! Oh, papa, I said it first!” she cried, laughingly, as her father caught her in hl? arms.

Vida drew a quiet breath, and gave, a little happy exclamation. Then she flew straight "-to’-’, the' fireplace—the muff should he thegq._.- __ - .. Os the seven presents six were not forgotten, and there were others she had not asked for. But Vida’s lips- were quivering, and a great lump swelled ip her throat.. The musf —the beautiful gray astrar khan muff was not there. Sant* Claus had forgotten ft. ■ But Vida was brave. And she would not let those who loved her see her cry, or suspect her disappointment. She turned away from them and went to the north window, fighting with her tears. "Oh, papa, papa,” she cried excitedly. "Come here, come here right away. See, there is something out on the roof!” Her father opened the window quickly, and climbed out. Vida’s heart beat so wildly she could scarcely speak. Her father was picking up a box —it was about the size of Aunt Jane's cooky jar. and it was round. “Well.” her father said, as he climbed back into the nursery. “Here is something old St. Nick dropped, ■and from its size I guess it’s meant for you.” Vida’s hands trembled so she could scarcely tug off the round top of the box. Just as it was about to yield, a sudden fear fell upon her heart. “Papa, perhaps—perhaps he didn't mean it for me. Perhaps he dropped it, and it belongs to some other little girl.” Her father’s eyes twinkled. “Look at the bottom of the box, little one,” he said. Vida turned the box upside down. There was her name—Vida Surhner Lane, as plain as plain couid 'be, and while she was staring at it open mouthed, out dropped—not 4 little gray astrakhan muff, , but *, beautiful soft chinchflla one and a little collar te match! : And flaftie Cgrter peeped ttraugb het’fingers that Cbristasaa ***■!■< << !■ * all Cbritrteafleta.

BENOTi™ BY-Mffibßvfe W s * Beneath the spray of mistletoe The comely damsel stands. Her hair is of a golden glow In careless, curling strands — She ties it with a satin bow Held tn her shapely hands. The firelight flickers on the wall; The shadows quaintly weave Odd patterns that arise and fall; She fidgets with her sleeve And prinks her ribbons one and all—• lliis daughter fair of Eve. In truth she is a lovely sight, Her cheek is like the rose, Her brow as ivory is white, Patrician is her nose, Her eye is blue with heaven’s light; She holds a queenly pose. A young man passing by the door Looks in and sees her there; He tiptoes lightly o’er the floor — Each man of us would dare Do even this, and even more For she is passing fair! 14. He points above her sunny head. She looks up with a smile. (The young man it may well be said* Is well equipped with guile.) Her lips are rarely curved, and red. And purse in tempting style. He puts his arm about her waist— And she does not resist I And then, in sudden, ardent haste. The damsel fair is kissed! Ah, luscious smack and honeyed taste That he would not have missed! And now she gazes in surprise— Is she surcharged with ire ? The gleam within her azure eyes— Is that from anger s fire ? Will she with wrathful rousing cries Call forth her sturdy sire ? Ah, a. I She Her dimple, rara la aaerriment appear. - Sh. tome, one itray rtraad U hair Behiad her rhapely ear. She aaya: " Why, 'tia but aaulai than \ LJpaa th, cnaadeliar I ” Beneath the seeming mistletoe The damsel stands, and then The bashful and repentant beau Behaves aa honest men Should do; he takes the kiss you know. And puts it back again! Copyright, 100?, by Wilbur D. Nesbit 3 All One in Christ. The coming of Christ gave emphasis to the fatherhood or God and the brotherhood of man. The great principle of Christianity stands out prominently in contradiction to many of the noblest principles of heathendom. Race prejudices ran through all peoples and amongst all tongues, but when Christ came he taught the fatherhood of God and the brotherhood of man. He taught that God la no respecter of persons. He made tbe poor- as well as the rich his disciples. He dined with the publicans and sinners, as well as with priests aa<: noblemen. He commanded thpt (hs Gospel be preached to every crem tore. His ehureh tednf is : > Mvlsg witness that th«rs aaiths? b*«*

We Sell Yinol on the positive guarantee that if it does not give satisfaction we will return the entire amount of money paid us for it. We mean this — and ask all those who are sick and need strength to try it with this understanding. SMITH YAGER A FALK. PARABLE OF THE TOBACCO SEED A Few Good Thoughts for Users of the Weed. Then shall the kingdom of Satan be likened to a grain of Tobacco seed, which, though exceedingly small, being cast into the ground, grew, and became a great plant, and spread its leaves, rank and broad, so that huge and vile worms formed a habitation thereon. And it came to pass, in the course of time, that the sons of man looked upon it, and thought it beautiful to look upon and much to be desired to make lads look big and manly. So they put forth their hands and did chew thereof. And some it made sick and others to vomit most filthily. And it further came to pass that those who chewed It became weak and unmanly, and said: “We are enslaved and cannot cease from chewing it.” And the mouths of all that were enslaved became foul; and they were seized with a violent spitting; and they did spit, even in the ladies’ parlors, and in the house of the Lord. And the saints of the Most High were greatly plagued thereby. And in the course of time it came also to pass that others snuffed It, and they were taken suddenly with fits, and they did sneeze with a great and mighty Insomuch that their eyes were filled with tears and they did look exceedingly silly. And others cunningly wrought the leaves into rolls, and did set fire to the one end thereof, and did suck vehemently at the other end thereof and did look very grave and calf-like; and the smoke of their torment ascended up like a fog. And the cultivation thereof became a great and mighty business in the earth; and the merchants waxed rich by the commerce thereof. And it came to pass that the professed saints of the Most High defiled themselves therewith; even the poor who could not buy shoes, nor bread, nor books for their little ones, spent their money for it. And the Lord was greatly displeased therewith and said, “Be ye clean that bear the vessels of the Lord.” "Let us cleanse ourselves from all filthiness of the flesh.” “Whartefore come out from among them and be ye separate, salth the Lord, and touch not the uncleaa thing and I will receive you.” But with one accord they exclaimed “We cannot cease from chewing, snufllw and puffing!” O ye professed followers of the Lord Jesus Christ, will ye be the slaves of a nasty, poisonous weed One is your master, even Christ

Begins this Evening at Niblick Home—Christmas Day at the Old Hdmestead. An event that will be a prominent feature in the Christmas social doings of Decatur is the reunion of the Morrisons, Niblicks, Studabak ».-s and eseys and their children, which is to begin at the home of John Niblick (tonight. The Veseya, of Fori: Wayne, have arrived and this evening the older ones of the different families will be entertained for supper at the home of John Niblick, whii.a the younger people will enjoy their supper at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Suttles. After supper ‘s over the’ entire crowd will go to the home of Miss Hattie Sudabaker for an even ing of social chat and amusement, and will remain at her home for the night. Upon arising in the morning each member of the merry party will t>e presented with the gifts which were intended for them and the early hours of the morning will be devoted to a good social time, after which the party will repair to the home of John Niblick to spend the day which will be observed appropriately.' These most estimable families have gatherings of this nature every year and a good time U always in store for all who attend. The party will consist of W. J s Vesey aind family, of Fort Wayne, Mr, and Mrs. James Edwards, of Lelpale, Ohio, Mr. and Mrs. Arthtft Suttlea, Mrs. Elizabeth Morrison and daughter. Mlm Hattie Studebaker, D. M. Studeb«k<r and family, John Nlbllflli and tnaUy of