Daily Greencastle Banner and Times, Greencastle, Putnam County, 5 May 1897 — Page 2
THE DAILY BAN X Ell TIMES, GREENCASTEE, ENDLANA.
“Bat this isn’t, by any means, the best part of the land, professor.” “I know it, Partner Purraway. See that marsh over yonder ? Ugly, isn’t it? and apparently of no value whatever. Yet, it certain signs I can read serve me fair, 1 wouldn’t give it for all the rest of the land put together.” “Oh, professor. “That’s all true. Partner Parraway.”
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ting off the telling of it any longer, Maria, the plantation must go,” “Oh, James,
no.”
“Yes, Maria; I have kept the 1 knowledge of it from you as long as
1 can, hoping against hope that something might be done—some way found out of the trouble. It would be cruel to let it come on you all of a sudden, with the notice to quit the home. To quit the home! Think of it, Maria! the home that has sheltered me all my life, and you, since you came to me, a
would have been to unprofessional eyes a most uninviting collection of the specimens he had gathered the day
before.
“Professor Puckabcr! Professor Puckaber! Professor Puckaber!” called the Dame three times before an answer came. “Hey !” said the professor without
looking up.
“Dinner! Como to dinner !” “Yes,antediluvian beyond a doubt!” declared the protessor, absorbed in
the task before him.
“Xo, professor,” returned the Dame gaily ; “the dinner isn’t antediluvian ; it is rather a modern affair of Hopping John (peas and rice), tomato pilau,
' ^ - » I uuu Hue;, luluukj happy and trusting bride, twenty-live broiled tisb, sweet potatoes and corn years ago. bread. Do come, or it will be cold.” < di, James, can nothing be done? ! Then she took him by the arm and “Xo, dear; I have paid the interest 1 coaxed him away from his specimens, nntil it has eaten up all my ready marching off with him triumphantly money- It would be better to take dinner, for between the Dame and
this money and live on it as best we can than to go on with the ruinous policy of paying interest on mortga-
ges.”
“But to think, my husband, that you must lose the home of your childhood ! Every part of it is dear to you, I know.” She took his hand within her own
the professor there was a genuine good comradeship. He had been her father’s classmate and was now his
best and closest friend.
“I noticed your father was disturbed at dinner," said the professor later
that afternoon to Azalea.
This went plainly to show that, although the professor could get so ab-
end tried to comlort him as much as SO rbed in stones and bones and the like her oversowing heart would permit. lls t o forget his dinner, he vet had eves
He raised his head suddenly, a light ; f or other things,
coming into his eyes behind the tears, i a cloud came over the bright face. “In the kitchen, James. She ; ^]j 0 stopped in the path where she was just would go to see about the walking with the professor to look up potato pudding for your dinner. She into his eyes, her own beginning to
thinks no one can make it for you g row misty with tears,
like herself. j “Ho was disturbed. O, dear Pro“And no one can! declared the fessor Puckaber, as his best and dearfather proudly. Oh, Maria, —-the UH t friend, it need not be kept from
know ledge of the dread news he had to tell breaking upon him with renewed force—“this thing will kill
her.”
“No, James; she will take it better than either of us, for there is a
you, 1 am sure. My father is about
to lose his home.”
“What? Bless my eyesl”
They were very bright eyes, despite the years they had seen, usually shining like stars when the professor took
strength in her young heart that our 0 q ^ glasses. But now they seemed
old ones do not know. “And where is Alice. ?”
to be troubled with a sudden dimness. “He only told us to-day,’’went on
“She went to spend the day with the Dame "sadly. “Oh, it is hurling Sarah Marston. The longer you do- him so! Ho loves the place, for be lay telling her, James, the better it was born here and here every year of will be. She will have only the less his life has been passed. But now it time, then, in which to make you must go, for it is mortgaged,and those
„ who have the mortgages will wait no
Ihe father sighed. \\ hat a differ- longer.”
dauchters^ 8 between his two “What is the amount of the mort-1 in bewilderment at Professor Pickaber,
-Ob. W b„e come uar | cried a delighted voice at that mo-
“Partner Purraway, of course yon believe in the Garden of Eden?” The professor asked the question as they were standing on a slight rise of ground at the edge of the forest. All around them were the brown needles of the pines, while in front stretched theselfsame marsh that had previously received the professor’s highest commendation. “Why, Professor Puckaber, how can you ever ask the question?" “Well, you never thought of it being located around her, did you?” She stared at him with opening
eyes.
“Of course not.” “Well, there are those who believe it fully, I among the number,” lifting his shoulders as though to bear the full weight of tho assertion. “Far too many evidences to doubt it. The great Agassiz believes it with all his soul. He fairly routed the scientists who attempted to hold out against it. Situation, topography, prehistoric remains, such as found nowhere else, all go to show beyond doubt that—” “Oh, Professor Puckaber, what a grand azalea! Do look! Did you ever see one in its first year growing so luxuriantly? For it wasn’t here last year. I am certain of that. I know the woods loo well. Tha birds dropped tbe seed. Isn’t it a glorious purple?” “Purple? Purple?” repeated tho professor, “and growing luxuriantly in one year? and by tho marsh, too? I say, Partner—” But the partner didn't hoar. She had grasped tho little grubbing hoc and started away. “I am going to dig it up to transplant in the garden,” she called to
him.
She swung the hoe with all the force of her strong young arms. For the first stroke or so she had no trouble, tho blade sinking deep into the dark, moist soil. But suddenly she encountered something that gave her a great deal of exercise. She struck and pulled away at something, but it would not yield. It couldn’t be the roots of the shrub ; it was too hard. Besides she hud been careful not to strike near enough to cut into these. “Oh professor,” she exclaimed, quickly, “I do believe I have dug into a pile of rocks! but how could that be about here, where there isn’t a single
one?”
She stopped, looking at him with a
deeply puzzled face.
“Rocks? What?” shouted the professor, starting and leaping down tho slight incline in such a way his feet almost went out from under him. Thou he actually snatched the hoe from her hands—he, the polite and gentle professor—and there, before the astonished eyes of Partner Purraway, he began to dig around the bush like one possessed, even digging it up piece by piece in his excitement. The earth fell in showers and the partner had a time protecting face and ciotji- | ing. Between such efforts she stared
AN AWFUL TRAGEDY.
A MAN KILLS HIS FAMILY AND THEN HIMSELF. nis Yonnfc ISrot her-ln-l.H w the First VI ft I in. Mot her-hi-1.mw Next. Then llln Wife and Ktep-DauRhtar—Blew III* Own Head OtT. TERRIBT.E tragedy resulting in the death of live members of one family was enacted near Richmond, Mo., a few nights ago. B. Rainwater, a farmer, shot and killed his wife, his moth-er-in-law, Mrs. William Artman; his brother-in-law, James Thurman, and his little stepdaughter. Ethel Gentry. Then, after so nearly exterminating a whole family, the murderer blew off tho top of his own bead, dying instantly. The tragedy occurred before midnight at the home of Mr. William Artman, Sr., father-in-law of the murderer. The two families lived a quarter of a miles apart, on the bank of the Missouri river, three miles south of Orrick. Mrs. Artman was taken sick and sent for her daughter to come and stay with her. Ethel Gentry, Mrs. Rainwater's little daughter by a former husband, went with her mother. Saturday evening Rainwater, who had been alone at home for several days, went over to the Artman house to spend the night. During the evening he went to church with his young brother-in-law, Johnnie Artman, and upon their return he appeared in good humor. At bedtime Rainwater proposed to young Artman that they go outside and shoot some dogs that were barking. Art-
he seen, set together as though in a grimace. Altogether the head and face are so uncanny and so horrible that it is impossible to set down anything like a vivid description of them on paper. His arms ami legs are inconceivably thin and slender. Bones and nerves are pressed close against each other and the tight skin holds them together as though it were a sheath of India rubber. The whole body is indeed a miracle of frailness and meagerness, and the wonder is that a good puff of wind does not blow it away.
‘Three thousand dollars.”
ment. “I was afraid you were going > ; ‘‘, A pr . e ‘7 S° I 0( J, 8am ;, ? u l t to wait until tho pudding was cold . ? r ? 1 ? ““i 1 . ’ he * dd l A - Then it would be spoiled.” ! iheU ( b ® nsli , eJ : lo “* n , tlmo ba8 “Come to father dame, and let the : f. 0 , Ur “ bc '' ? Tbat ™ 11 podding wait, awhile at least. 1 have : Jl! tb ° men C ° m0 t0 Cla ‘ m tb ° “2?!2£ , Xi’£& b„ »,! ;“«* •*« ■» ‘-•wax ST« ' •Wa.X.t w.ll. JU. i. rathe, neck, placed her check against his, “ bort ’ nmch can be done in thirty rubbing it back and forth softly. ^ , And H , eu bo " e ‘ ; AIl , 8S Azalea hd - “Sing one of your kitten songs to ge'ton, pushing back his glasses, to father, Damie,” he said, closing his K^e at here with the most engaging eyes. He would put oil telling the 1 )rankn088 ’ vou auij 1 artJ tbu oued b >'
bad news a little longer.
She cuddled down against him, put her mouth to his ear and began to sing. No one else could have heard it. No one else did she wish to hear
whom it is to be done.” “I, Professor Puckaber?”
“Yes, you, my Dame Purraway.” “Oh,you surely are laughing at me!” and there was a note of pain in her voice. “What could I do? Oh, if I
it. It was for him alone—a love song 1 , ’ ,,, all his owu-a song like the gentle onl X couK1!
purr of a kitten, comiortiug, soothing, course you can,” announced the yet a complete little song within itself, professor, decidedly. “Now listen, and its words nestled down in her i^ anle Purraway—by the way, that father’s heart, each ns a tiny song- I was tt Q 1111 ' 0 ! conceit of your father to
Had ho lost his senses?
Suddenly he dislodged an oblong mass of hard, grayish substance, looking like reck, and yet not like it. He threw it above his head with a shout. “1 knew- it would be found,” he cried. “I said it! The marsh told it! But I wasn’t expecting it here; rather over there by the bend of tho river. Hurrah for you, Partner Purraway I I knew your scent would prove tho keener of the two. Do yon know what you have done for your lather, my dear?” taking off his glasses, his eyes shining like suns; “well, yon have paid oil those mortgages and a sight
besides!”
“Professor Puckaber,” pleaded tbe bewildered partner, “will you please tell me what you are talking about? What is it you have in your hand?” “Why, phosphate!” cried the professor, looking at her as though he though she ought to know. “Fertilizer! the finest yet found on the Ashley, the Euphrates, by tho way, my dear. Never saw such a specimeu be-
bird, making a music of its own. It was this loving, cuddling, kittenish way she had that had gained for her the pet name by which not only her father, but others called her —
call you that— I am going to take you 1 f ° r c ! olj > it’« grand !” eyes and fin-
into partnership. Puckaber and Pur raway, how does that sound? Fine,eh? Now hearken, Partner Purraway! Well, I suppose you know, for I am
“Little Dame Purraway." Her real sure y ou bl4Ve heard your father say, name was Azalea, called for the Hower f be company by which I am engaged
that crowns with such glory the gar-
dens of her native Htate.
It seemed indeed a cruel thrust to follow that purring heart-song of love and content with such dreadful news.
sent me out here to locate some valuable deposits. So far I haven’t found them, that is to the extent I hoped, thongh I think I’m not far from the scent. But I want tho help
“O, father, must you really give up j °/ Vour younger and keener eyes, ur home?" Your father tells me you are the
greatest little woodsman in all the
country round.”
“Yes, professor,” she said, with
your home?
Her one thought was for him. “Yes, Dame Purraway.” He could say no more for the tears that were ready to come. “But it is not so dreadful since we can all go away together,” she said, comfortingly. “Yes, we will be together, father; only think of that, and surely we can find some place to call home. If it is only a cabin, and you were there, father, it will be home
to me.”
Then she snuggled still closer
gers gloating over it.” “Tons of thi*. —aud there are thousands of the*/ here—when ground iu that big mil'a tho Etiwan company has just put up, will not only release your father, bui
make him a rich man.”
And so it proved. For, with the forming of the firm of Puckaber Jr Purraway the star of fortune of the house of E lgerton had arisen, novel logo down again.—Chicago Record
The
7 "“■'7 FARMER RAINWATER, man consenting, they took a shotgun and a revolver and went out. They had gone but fifty yards from the house when Rainwater, who was walking behind the boy, leveled his shotgun and shot young Artman in the back. Leaving the boy for dead Rainwater returned to the house, where all the other members of the family were by this time in bed. In one big room Mr. and Mrs. Artman, Mrs. Rainwater and her daughter, Fanny Gentry, and a 10-year-old daughter of Artman’s were in bed. Entering the room and leveling his gun at the aged Mrs. Artman. Rainwater shouted: "Damn you, I’ve got you all now.” Mrs. Artman threw up her hand as he fired. The charge tore off her fingers and carried away one side of her head. She was instantly killed. Turning around, he literally blew his wife's head off with the other charge in the gun. Then drawing a revolver, the. murderer fired two bullets into the body of Fannie Gentry, one passing through her lungs and the other entering the brain. She, too, died instantly. For some unknown reason Rainwater spared the aged Mr. Artman and the young Artman girl. The murderer then deliberately reloaded both barrels of the shotgun and went out into the yard. There he encountered Johnnie Artman, whom he had left for dead. The boy had crawled almost to the door. Rainwater killed him with another charge of buckshot, which tore off a part of the boy's head. The murderer completed his most terrible crime by leaning upon a fence and with the charge of buckshot remaining in the gun blew off the top of his own head. The tragedy was not known until next morning, when the aged Mr. Artman and his Itltle daughter, who were almost beside themselves with grief and fright, called in some neighbors who were passing by. Rainwater was jealous of his wife, and had frequently quarreled with heri but there had been nothing in hia conduct to warn his family of his murderous intentions.
FALLING STAR IN NEW YORK. A Young Abenaki 1 mllun Widow Whose Faco Ih llt*r Fortune. Falling Star is an Abenaki Indian who lives in Sixth avenue. New York city, though she really doesn't care for the locality. The fact is, the current of Falling Star's life has changed so suddenly and so completely that she hasn't grown accustomed to it yet. It all happened about a month ago when she went to Mrs. Harriet Maxwell Converse, the friend and helper of all the Indians in that part of the country. While Falling Star told her tale of woe, Mrs. Converse examined the face, which had at once struck her by its pure Indian character. The woman wanted to leave some baskets for security for her fare to Luzerne, where she has an invalid mother. She was considerably surprised when Mr. Converse paid no attention to the baskets, but asked her to take off her hat. The request was for her to let down her hair. Still wondering, she complied. "Did you know that you have a fortune in your face?" asked Mrs. Converse, who knows where an Indian woman would begin to calculate a fortune. P'alling Star put hei hand up to her face in a bewildered way. She understood less than ever. She felt queer. Then her new friend explained to her; told her that she, jus! poor, forlorn Falling Star, was a fine type of her race; that great artists would make pictures of her and pay her for merely sitting still by the hour. Falling Star appreciated the kindness of this sanguine person, but secretly she had her doubts, and they were very grave. Nevertheless, she consented tc place herself in the hands of her wouldbe fairy godmother. And now she is making lots of money posing for artists, modellers and students. The Abenaki Indian woman was surprised enough that the artists should want to make pictures of her. But that was almost nothing to the astonishing fact that some professor wanted to model her for the Natural History museum. When Mrs. Converse approached hei with this new proposition, Falling Stai concluded that wonders would never cease. She said that she would let these peculiar people model her face, her hands and her feet, but that she wouldn’t bare her shoulders for anybody. She poses always in costume. One woman artist who is painting her in a private studio, wanted the shoulders, neck, and arms bare; but Falling Star would not consent. The artist was obliged to compromise on arm and shoulder. When the giddy students chatter about Falling Star's mournful expression they do not know that they touch a sore chord. She isn't sorrowing for her race. She has nearer griefs than that. She has seemed to be pursued by an unkind fate. She was born and brought up in the Indian village of St. Francis, near Montreal. Here she lived twenty years wearing moccasins, weaving baskets, learning tho wood lore of her father. He died finally. Her brother was murdered. Her husband died suddenly. Falling Star became the support of the family. Then her only child died. Last spring her sister followed the others. Only the invalid mother remains. She is up at Luzerne, where are buried the sister and Falling Star's little girl. Perhaps the students would understand the sadness which they find so valuable in their new model if they could see the picture of those two graves. They are the one thing on this earth, aside from her mother, which she loves. They an?
CCGRSINC LIZARDS. The A must*merit of a Tamo Fugle In tho Arizona Desert. In the April St. Nicholas, Wolcott I.e Clear Beard writes of "Moses: a Tame Eagle,” which was one of his pets while he was engaged in engineering in southern Arizona. Mr. Beard says: He was very fond of the lizards with which these plains abounded, and one large variety, called “swifts” from their remarkable speed in running, seemed to be specially coveted. Whenever one of these was caught, which was not often, Moses would be brought out, aud after tho swift had taken ten feet start, would be set free. The lizard would promptly resolve itself into a white streak across the desert, and screaming with excitement, half running, half flying, Moses would pursue, followed by the laughing crowd, of which only those on horseback had much chance of keeping up. It was in no sense a cruel sport; it amused Moses and us, and didn’t hurt the swift, for he got away every time, and if the feelings of our pet were a trifle injured, as he returned, perched on some one's wrist or saddle-horn, from his fruitless hunt, these were speedily soothed by the prompt gift of a nice bit of fresh beef, so no one was the worse. The lizards, however, he seemed to view as a sort of dessert, and, as he could absorb an unlimited quantity, they were always in demand. A certain stick kept on the veranda of our office was generally under his eye; and w’hen any one picked this up and started for a walk across the desert, Moses would hop gravely along behind, sure that some of his favorite dainties would soon be forthcoming. Of course, Moses was perfectly well able to catch the smaller kinds of lizards for himself, but there was less exertion in allowing some one else to do it for him; and exertion, at this period of his life, was a thing to wdiich Moses was violently opposed. These occasions were almost the only ones when he would be silent for any length of time; for lie seemed to understand perfectly that at the first note of his voice every lizard within hearing would run for its life to the nearest refuge; and only when a blow of tho stick failed for the second or third time to reach its mark would he give utterance to his deep disgust at such clumsiness.
•BETTER NOT DANCE."
PEORIA PREACHER DENOUNCES PUBLIC DANCES.
Tell!* Wfmt He Knows About Such JViiu*<*s and Warns Parents to Ki»i*p Their C hildren at Howe—Some of the Evils*
ing was spoken and then asked,
1’apai iMiceessioii.
Two hundred and ninety-three Dopes have succeeded each other, aud only . eleveu of them, including the present
some pride. T do know a great deal Pope, have reigned more than seven about tho pine lauds of «ouih Caro- 1 teen years. Leo XIII. has reiguet hna ; the dearest lauds in all the world nineteen years. Pius IX. reigned
to me,” she added, her eyes shining, “because I was born among them.”
years.
thirty-two years, thereby stultifying the popular superstition that no Pope
“And about the ugliest, "declared the i would reigu more than twenty-live. TIT 1 ♦ sill . 1 <»n * * fTM. I— .-l. l.^l- ~r . _ *
professor with candor.” That is the loblolly pine lands, and the poorest, too, in themselves. But, if 1 am not mistaken, Partner Purraway, there is that
against his heaving heart and purred in these same poor lauds as will yet
another love song in his ear. As they
were sitting down to the table Mrs. Edgertou said suddenly: “Why, where is Professor Puckaber?" “O, the dear old professor,” said the Dame, starting up from her seat. “I know he is buried in stones and
bones and roots and such things at this very moment, and not thinking a thing of his dinner. Why, he would-
n’t know if he hadn’t any all day long! I must run aud wake him up.” tiure enough, the professor was sit-
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make the fortunes of some of their owners. I have my eye now on a parcel or two of land where I nm sure the treasure is, only I don’t want to locate it here,” his eyes sweeping the rather stunted stretch of forest that lay
around them. Purraway?”
.“These are my father’s lands,” annoanced the partner, promptly. “Exactly. You’ll do for the partnership, 1 see. Wideawake as to in-
terests.”
Leo owes his fine health and astonish ing powers of work firstly, to his frugal up bringing iu the Italian hills, aud in the next place to his regularity of life-long abstemiousness. He livei on less than §2.50 a day. —New Yorli
Mail and Express. The “Tombs.”
A new prison, 45x186 feet, and 125
“Guess why, Partner j feet high, is to be built this year 01
the site of tho old Tombs iu Nev
York City. It is said that it will cos’ $720,000, and that it will be necessary to sink the foundation 100 feet, sinci tbe Tombs stands on the filled-io eiti
of the old Collect pond.
LIVING MUMMY IN PARIS. Fliyslrlitnft of Acmlrmy of Medicine Fxuinlnc >111 Extraordinary C reature. The Academy of Medicine in Paris is Just now studying one of the most extraordinary human beings who have ever been born into this world, says the New York Herald. Ho is known as the man mummy, and one glance at his ghastly face and body shows that he deserves the title. This phenomenal being is name Caatagna, and, according to the civil register of Paris, he Is now 28 years old. He is about four feet high and weighs only forty-three pounds. Even with his clothes on he Is a most singular looking object—a veritable lusus naturae. His forehead is large, and over it is stretched a thick covering of parchment-like skin. His eyes, the muscles of which are atrophied, are quite round and are wile open, like the eyes of night birds. His nose, too, reminds one of such birds, for not only is it entirely without flesfa, but it is also curved in the form of a beak, drooping in this fashion over a mouth in which the teeth can always
MORAVIAN VIEW OF DEATH. A licautiful anti Impressive Custom of the Moravians. Clifford Howard contributes to the Indies’ Home Journal an interesting article upon the Moravians of Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, and their religious customs: "Upon the death of one ol the congregation,” he writes, “the event is announced, not by the monotonous, mournful tolling of the bell, but by the deep-breathing, melodious music of the trombones, played in the open-belfry steeple of the church by the trombone choir; and as the deep, sweet notes of the familiar hymn are borne to tbe people below they reverently drop their work to listen. ‘Hark!’ they whisper, ‘the horns are blowing; some one has gone home!' ‘Gone home!’—perhaps nothing more beautifully exemplifies the perfect, unquestioning faith of these devout peoj pie than that expressive utterance, the sincerity of which is ever demonstrated by the lack of the mourning at the passing away of a member of the household, however dearly beloved; so true and heartfelt is the Moravian belief that death is but the entrance to a j brighter, happier home. The trombones are also used at the touching funeral services held at the grave; and amid their sad, yet inspiring, strains | the departed one is laid to his eternal rest. On all occasions, whether of death or joy, the trombones lend their sweet solemnity in fitting breath. From the steeple they herald the festival day of each of the choirs, and in all openair services their mellifluous tones are ever present.”
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FALLING STAR, not like ordinary graves. They are covered in summer with flowers. There is no headstone, but, instead, Falling Star herself built up a pyramid of earth which she covered with growing moss, so that the only monument is this mossy pedestal. A Whole Town in Terror. The inhabitants of Springdale, Pa., are very much excited for fear of the town being blown away by an explo- ! slon. The other morning a heavily | loaded wagon of nltro-glycerine was j being hauled through the town when j the horses stalled in front of the school- ! house. Every owner of a horse in town ] was asked to hire his team to assist in I hauling the deadly explosive away, but when they heard what was in the wagon would not hire their horses for love or money. The school has been closed | until the wagon is hauled away and [ the more timid citizens are afraid the I town will be biown away before the j nitro-glycerine is removed.
The first printing press in America was established at Cambridge, Mass In 1630
Good Word* for Washington. Gen. H. V. Boynton, the veteran Washington correspondent, has been for more than thirty years collecting news and writing letters. Few men know so thoroughly as he the inside history of tho capital, the white house, and the departments. Being asked what he considered the most important deduction from his experience at Washington, he answered. The marvelous improvement in the moral atmosphere, and the genera! tone and honesty of the government. We, the people of the United States, have the most honest government in the world. It is and has been for many years more honest than ever before, and is to-day more honestly and efflcfiiently administered than any private business that I have ever examined. 1 mean that there is less waste and less defalcation. Look at the great postal service, for instance. Where in the world will you find any private agency which does so much and docs it so well, and at so little cost? And change of parties makes no difference. Thorough honesty is the rule. Tho atmosphere of the white house is pure beyond that of any royal residence, and tliis is the most moral and peaceable city in the United States, if not in the world. It makes me laugh when those good people come from New York and Cinicinnati and away out west to help reform Washington.
R. D. N. STAFford fulminated unoth e r sermon against dancing at Hale Chapel last night, says the Peoria Journal. He chose as his text, "There is a Time to Dance.” He quoted from the Bible where dancof as a religious act, "But do you call your
dancing schools and party dances or even social dances religious services or acts giving joy to victory and worship to a God of purity and love?” He further said, “I fully intend to lift my voice against the tendencies to impurity, looseness of morals, deadening of conscience, loss of influence, wrecking of character, which I plainly discern in the dance, the card' table and the theater. Thank God! I have not been contaminated with either. The dance is harmful to the body. The atmosphere of the hall room is always unhealthful. The physical energies are almost always overtaxed, so that for days the normal condition of the body is destroyed. The violent and long-continued exercise of the dance is particularly harmful to young ladies. It is a sad fact that a large number of young women enter the marriage relation utterly disqualified. They live lives of unspeakable agony, and die w hen they should be in full enjoyment of domestic bliss. All because they become enamored with the excitement of tho dance. The grave holds today the earthly remains of many a fair and lovely woman who but for the dance would be in full health. Many a young man has gone to his grave because of late hours and throwing himself liable to taking a severe cold, which caused consumption. It is taking a chance on
one’s life. That is all.
“The dance is harmful to the mind. That the violent and long-continued exercise of the dance, causing rapid flow of the blood through the body, is injurious to that delicate organ, the brain, will not be denied by anyone who has given the subject careful consideration. It must be true that when young people become enamored with this species of amusement they are likely to lose their taste for study and reading good books. All educators will agree with me in this position. “But worse still. Let me affirm that the modern dance is destructive to society. Let me be understood plainly here that I do not hesitate to affirm that the modern dance is lasciviously immoral. Everything connected with the waltz is calculated to arouse and inflame animal passion. Let me quote from a worthy clergyman who has recently declared that ‘the dance consists substantially of means contrived with more than human ingenuity to excite the instincts of sex to action, however subtle and disguised at the moment, in the sequel the most bestiaf and degrading. It is a usage that regularly titillates and tantalizes nn animal appetite as insatiable as hunger, more cruel than revenge.’ Gail Hamilton, in a contributdon to an eastern journal, has said, ‘The thing in its very nature is unclean and cannot bo washed. The very pose of the parties suggests impurity.’ The motion and movements of the round dance cannot be described without giving offense to true modesty, while the positions of the ladies of the dancers brush virtue's glow from the cheek of purity.”
A Vicious Rooster. There are roosters and roosters, some vicious and some docile enough, but the king of them all lives at Marshalville, Ga. He is a gigantic Plymouth rock, and there is no doubt that when a Plymouth rock rooster does grow to unusual size he is worth talking about. This one is a fighter and has a particular antipathy to children. Willie Price, the little son of the owner of the feathered giant, with his sister, was out in the yard playing. The Plymouth rock strolled along and then without a sound sprang at the little girl and sank his bill In the flesh between the left eye and the nose full half an inch. The lachrymal gland was severed and the rooster beside made two deep holes in the child's head and arms with his spurs. Mr. Price heard the screams of the children and ran out Into the yard, when the bird was put to flight. —Cleveland Plain Dealer.
Ho Was the Compass. Little Eddie—Papa's the captain ci our ship, and mamma’s the pilot. Teacher—-And what are you? Eddie—I’m the compass. I guess. ; They are always boxing me.
In.ects In the Wardrobe. A correspondent, whose home a newly arrived visitor in Buluwayo describes us "a very pretty place about two miles out of town,” informs South Africa that Rhodesia is a fine country for clothes. A smart evening dress, which she lias only lately had out from home, while hanging in a wardrobe accommodated a rat between the silk and lining. The horrid little beast nibbled a hole the size of a hand on each side of the skirt. She muses that if human inhabitants do not fancy one’s clothes the white ants do. Failing them, you have flat bottles, and, supposing they desert you, the rat comes In, so no one can say fine raiment is wasted out there. "The wasps build thetr nests in your candle shades and the caterpillars or something weave or spin cocoons in your curtains.”— Exchange.