Daily Greencastle Banner and Times, Greencastle, Putnam County, 30 August 1897 — Page 2

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(From the French.) *1 O, mother, no;

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speak no 3 about it.”

My mother stretched Her plump rr . J small hands toward i *■' (i| 0 |i !( . i 1Pr iinKers lavishly ornamented with rings, as the coquetry ot ladies in the ’00’s. '■James," said she, with her most dignified countenace, “you are as stubborn as your father. Ho, too, objected to marriage. He belonged to a club—the poor man—to the ‘Bachelors’ club,’ and

had seriously sworn to remain faithful to his principles. But you, too, you

will come to it.”

"But, then, in my father’s day. young girls were bsought up more simply; they aspired no higher than to play the piano prettily, write correctly, and make a graceful courtesy. Then, on leaving school young girls came in*o their families with enough instruction to understand the verses of a romance snd follow a conversation, not enough to humiliate their parents and often their husbands. They were then really ‘home angels.’ ” “You exhaust my patience and I can't bear such prejudices. ‘Home angels,’ Indeed. As if one must be a fool or a nonentity to be domestic. A bright woman never could be satisfied with the role you assign for her. If you had not wasted your time at the college you would not be so afraid of compari-

sons!"

"You are too severe " "Do you pretend that Batin and Breek are incompatible with modesty, sweetness and domestic qualities In a woman?”

“I declare it with enthusiasm.” “Very well, then; we will speak no more of marriage. You will accompany me at the Desjardins, for you will meet the twin sisters and you may judge for yourself, since my experience Is not worth your own.” Poor, little mother! I knew she and her old friend, Mme. Desjardins, had together plotted against my bachelorhood and a girl with the degree of bachelor was enough to frighten me Into it more securely than ever. When we arrived at Mine. Desjardins she greeted me as “little James.” This exdnmation rather upset me. I expected her to ask me if I had lirought my marbles along, but instead •of that presented me to her daughters. The twin sisters resembled each other only in their dress. Mdle. Martha was n very beautiful brunette—a Greek goddess with pure, straight features. Mdlle. Hose was less imposing, a sweet, pretty blonde. I was sure that in spite of her 19 years she still played with dolls. She certainly was not the ' learned young woman" my mother had proposed I should court. It must he the other one. There was dancing, and T offered my arm to Mdlle. Rose. After

SPEAK TO ME.

a «altz we chatted. She was witty and a little sharp, this meek looking little blonde. 1 started a conversation on commonplace subjects and in a short space of time I had judged my companion to be a most charming little woman, and it was with much reluctance 1 left her side. Blue eyes, blue gauze, smiling lips and a cloud of golden hair were all mingled in my sleep that night. Why not the stately, statuesque, dark beauty my mother would so gladly welcome as a daughter? In another week I must again accompany my mother to the weekly reception at Mme. Desjardins and then they would come to my mother's Fridays. Thus twice a week. 1 saw her and naturally fell in love deeper and deeper. Dear little Rose, thought I, true "home angel." What a wife she will be to make home bright and happy for some one. A strange fear came over me and I recalled many instances where Rose had appeared anxious to avoid me, perhaps out of consideration for her sister, or perhaps to save me from a great disappointment. Under the torture of this sudden suspicion I Hew to my mother. “1 must make a clean breast of it. mother dear! 1 love Rose, and you must help me to gain her.” "Oh, James, is not this somewhat sudden? And those convictions you have (dierished ” "Nonsense, mothei; listen, this is serious. You will admit that so sweet and unpretending a girl is seldom found now. No more words, please, but do like the good mother you are, go and ask Mme. Desjardins fo the hand of her daughter." “My dpar child, I will teach you how to be consistent; I can not go back on my word. I will have nothing to do

THE DAILY BA*JTNER TIMES, GREEN CASTLE, INDIANA.

with the arrangements of a marriage for you.” She said all this with such an amused smile that I could not think her serious. I determined, however, to put an end to this suspense and soon found an opportunity. There was a concert and ball at the Desjardins' beautiful country home. When bending over her mother's hand I saw but one thing and heaven entered my soul as I caught the light of her eyes. It seemed but an instant before we were outside, wandering about the grounds. The words were on my lips to speak, when some one called to us, "Come. Da Marian! is going to sing!" What care I for the Marian!? But Rose hastened her steps and I followed, hoping she would at least stay outside. As we neared the house she led the way to a corner of the veranda and there the words and voice of the wonderful singer reached our ears and entered our hearts. “My soul is full of dream, My soul is full of love.” "Those words are mine, Rose, do you understand? Don't you see how I love you? You are the woman 1 have dreamed of since I have known how to dream. You are the companion I have longed for! Rose, could you not love me?” In a low, sad voice she murmured: "My friend, 1 am not the companion you have dreamed of. Too often have you described her to me. your ideal woman. You love me because yon think me simple as young girls should he and you think because you have some time seen me attending household duties that 1 would make a good domestic wife, but you will love me no more when you are undeceived. When you know ” Her voice had been firm until now and though her words puzzled and pained me 1 became aware of the sorrow in her voice, a sorrow which meant more than sympathy. "Rose, in the name of heaven, what is it?” She mastered herself in a moment. “How often have you cruelly told me you would never marry a college graduate, a bluestocking, as you calleu her, and yet you ought to have known —your mother knows " The fool I had been; and how 1 wished I could fall right there on my knees to ask her pardon. And yet how could I have suspected that so much feminine grace could be united to a ripe and mature intellect. “Oh, Rose! speak to me. Speak in Latin, in Greek, if you will. Only sav you forgive mo and will love me!" Has she forgiven me? 1 am the happiest of men and have been for three years. If ever you come lo see us, you will be asked to partake of the repasts my college wife superintends, and 1 think all of you gentlemen who stand in awe of learned women will seel one for your own. JAPAN PAPERS AND "DEVILS.’ Tlie Japanese newspaper, as described in a letter from Tokyo to the New York Evening Host, is a curious product of the borrowed civilization of the mikado's empire. Practically there is in it no tele, graphic news, and the editorial articles are ingenious studies in the art of saying certain things without saying them in a way to warrant the censor’s .suppression of them; for the minister of state for the interior has power to suspend any paper when, In his opinion, it says anything prejudicial to order, authority or morality. Not Infrequently the censor has occasion to write an order for the suppression of a newspaper, and when he does it he is brief but wonderfully polite. He puts the honorifies “o” or “go' before all the nouns and verbs, prefixed to a noun “o" means honorable, and to a verb it means honorably; similarly "go" means august, augustly. So the order to the editor of the offending newspaper when It arrives will read like this; "Deign honorably to cease honorably publishing august paper. Honorable editor, honorable publisher, honorable chief printer, deign honorably to enter august jail.” The honorable editor with his honorable co-workers bows low before the messenger and then accompanies him to the august jail, chatting meanwhile of the weather, of the flower shows, or of the effect of the floods on the rice crop. Centuries of breeding under Japanese etiquette have made it impossible for any one to show annoyance.

NATIONAL IV.H.C.HOME MAGNIFICENT STRUCTURE AT MADISON, OHIO.

II110 of ttiff Mont riilliant Itroplr nntl Nffrded Charlttff* In tlie I.Mnd I.adim Who Mnnugff It Tln> Uffneral Arrangement*. (Special Letter.) O C H A R 1TABLE institution in the land is more worthy of benefits or gifts from a patriotic people than the home founded and supported by ! the National Woman’s Relief Corps, at Madison, Ohio, for those whom cruel war left without support or protection. One writing of it says: "It is really one of :he wonders of the world. The half has never been told, and you will never realize what a grand institution it is until you visit it." It is located on the famous Western Reserve on the line of the Lake Shore and Michigan Southern railroad. There are now twenty acres of land, five having been purchased last year. There are fine drives, well-kept lawns, with flowers in abundance, besides gardens and orchards. The main building was erected and furnished by the Ohio legislature at a cost of 001). It Is known as the “Ohio cottage.” and is a model of perfection. It was dedicated on July 17, 1890. with elaborate ceremonies and turned over to the Woman's Relief Corps. 'I ne two original buildings were used for a seminary. Of these one is now fitted up for a hospital. The home is maintained by a per capita tax assessed on every member of the W. R. C., and by contributions from friends, either cash or supplies. Also a percentage of pensions received by inmates is required cf them, to be applied to the support of the home.

when he found that it was larger than ids American giant, he stood before i: admiring it, without a single word cf envy or disappointment. I had. however, a great fright while he was staying at our house. He had evidenty done too much, and after our first dinner-party he had feverish, shivering fits, and me doctor whom I sent for declared at once that ho must keep perfectly quiet, and attend no more parties of any kind. I had him several days all to myself, and there were few subjects which we did not discuss. We mostly agreed, but even where we did not, it was a real pleasure to differ from him. We discussed the greatest and the smallest questions, and on every one he had some wise and telling remarks to pour out. Perhaps I ought not to repeat what lie said to me when we parted: "1 have had much talk with people in England; with you I have had a real conversation.” We understood each other, and wondered how it was that men so often misunderstood one another. I told him it was the badness of our language: he thought it was the badness of our tempers. Perhaps we were both right.

OLDEST JEW IN AMERICA. I.tt/.ur <irefiiKurd Is Almost 105 Years of Ape. Lazar Greengard, residing with his son, Solomon, in St. Louis, Mo., is the oldest Jew in America. Tall, muscular, firm of step with flowing beard and hair, lie looks the venerable patriarch of Biblical history. He is 104 years old, but carries his age easily, on broad shoulders that time has failed to bend. On Nov. 15 next he will celebrate his one hundred and fifth birthday. Greengard was born in Werbelau, Russia, in the year 1793. His parents were hard-working people, not noted for longevity. He was reared a blacksmith and spent his younger days in the hardest kind of work, sometimes remaining at his anvil far into the night. When 28 years old lie married. His wife lived to the age of 70. After her death the old man longed for the society of his children, most of whom

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THE NATIONAL HOME.

•Ifipunoie MotuN. Japanese are famous not only foi their skill in making decorative articles, but also for the beauty of the materials used. It is said that the secret of the composition of some of their alloys of brass and copper has only lately been revealed. The finest Japanese brass, called “sinchu,” consists of ten parts of copper and five of zinc. Another very beautiful alloy, named "shadko,” to which splendid hues are imparted by treatment with acids, is formed by mixing gold and copper, the proportion of gold varying from one to ten per cent of the

entire mass. AlH’iPfit I orkH.

The oldest lock in existence is one which formerly secured one of the doors of Nineveh. The key to it is as large as one man can conveniently carry, being nearly 3M: feet in length, and of the thickness of a 4-inch drain tile. An Egyptian lock has also been found which was in use 4,000 years ago.) The lock and key are made of

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There are at present sixty-four Inmates, some of them with remarkable war records as army nurses. The oldest is nealy 90, and is in excellent health. Seventeen others tire octogenarians. Mrs. Clare H. Burleigh, the present superintendent of the home, has exhibited marked ability and tact in caring for aged persons. Bright, cheerful. affectionate, with gifts of speech and song, she has won all hearts, and holds the reins of love and kindness gently, but firmly. She is a descendant of patriots, and is a member of tlie Daughters of the American Revolution by right of three ancestors a great-great-grandfather and two great-grandfathers who fought at Bunker Hill. Her brother, Mr. George Hoyt, was a recruiting officer for John Brown's company. He later attained a briga-dier-general's rank in the Union army, and after the war was appointed at-torney-general of Kansas. At the time of tier husband's death in 1894 lie was a distinguished lawyer and judge of Massachusetts, and judge advocate of the G. A. R. Mrs. Pluma L. Cowles, the secretary of the home board, is also a Daughter of tlie Revolution, and wife of Mr. Edwin R. | Cowles, a member of tlie One Hundred and Fifth Ohio Volunteer Infantry and a leading church worker and business man of Geneva She was appointed by the governor of Ohio, with six others, a member of the Ohio Cottage Building committee, and has been connected with the management of the home ever sinee. The board of directors is composed of Agnes Hitt, national president. Indianapolis, Ind.; Ida S. McBride, national secretary, Indianapolis, Ind.; Annie Wittenmyer, Saratoga. Pa.; Charity Rush Craig, Viroqua, Wls.; Emma B. Lowd. Salem. Mass.; Margaiet Ray Wichens, Evanston, 111.; Pluma L. Cowles, secretary, Geneva, Ohio.

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Emerson, Lougieuow, Lowell and Oliver Wendell Holmes were among the Americans who visited Prof. Max Muller at Oxford, and of each of these eminent men he has related some characteristic anecdote in his "Literary Reminiscences” in Cosmopolis. One of Professor Muller's pleasantest memories is of Dcctor Holmes, who carried his wit and freshness of feeling to the Inst year of his life. Illustrative of his faculty of finding delight in everything is the following: When we came to Magdalen College, writes ITofessor Muller, Doctor Holmes wanted to see and measure the elms. He was very 1 proud of some elms in America, and he had actually brought some string with which he had measured the largest tree he knew in his own country. . He proceeded to measure one of our j finest elms in Magdalen College, and

had emigrated to America. At the age of 93 years he went to St. ixiuis and settled with his son, Solomon, where he lias since remained. Greengard was sick but once in his life. On his hundredth birthday, while getting ready for the usual party, lie fell suddenly ill. A physician was summoned, who found that the old man was cutting a tooth. It grow to be a perfect molar and is the only one he has. He attributes his remarkable longevity mainly to his serene disposition. Temperate habits, he thinks, also aided to preserve his health. Fond of his toddy when tired, he never drank to excess. Delighting to inhale tobacco through tiie nostrils, as some people use snuff, he never attempted to smoke or chew the weed. All through life he had a very good appetite. Greengard says that the first 10 years of his married life were the happiest. The last 1®

LAZAR GREENGARD. years of his life, however, he has foivery enjoyable in communion with ! many relatives. Although ho remain at the anvil until 90 years of age, he found time to read. His books were all of a religious turn, and the Bible afforded him a constant source of de light. He said he could repeat it word for word, and was noted as a very pious man.

Krpt Oiih rromLff, Itroko tlie Otlier B. Frank Wright shot himself on his wife’s grave at Bellefontaine, Ohio. He had promised her that he would never marry again, but had become engaged to a young woman of Springfield. Reflection convinced him that death was better than to break the first promise. Additional Opportunity. There is one feature of Alaska as a mining country slightly different from most others. In addition to the chances of starving or meeting death by violence, you have a magnificent opportunity to freeze.—Ex.

GOOD SHORT STORIES FOR THE VETERANS. The Man*\Ytio Shot Itooth Ito-Lm Corbett Hid Not Prove SaeeeMful »• Lecturer—Fir»t Pair of .triuy Shoe. Were Two Slxc* Too Large. A Hillside Graveyard. PI’SIC the little gate aside, I leave behind all human pride, For here the grass Is waving wide. And underneath In quiet lie. With faces to the silent sky, The villagers of times gone by. With careless eye I read each nam*; That seems to crave u moment's claim From dull oblivion's heavy blame. Vain hope: They cannot come again; They hold no place in field or glen, Nor In the daily talk of men. Only, perchance, when nights are long, And fires in shepherds’ cols are strong, Between the pauses of a song, A name or two may rise and fall. But half-remembered at the call. A moment’s pause, and that is all. Enough: they lived their little life. Where pleasant ways and speech were rife. Far from the city’s grinding strife A simple faith to soothe and guide Was theirs from youth to manhood's pride, And closed their eyelids when they died. I pace a little further on. Then pause beside a simple stone. Where all the grass is overgrown. A simple stone, whose records keep The tender names of those that sleep, Unheeding time that still will creep. With dull, slow footsteps over all They sleep, nor answer any call. Close to the old, gray churchyard wall. I read each name through misty tears. Their pilgrimage of weary years. With all its little hopes and fears. At length I reach my father’s name. An open space beneath the same That waits for mine—that space I claim. Alexander Anderson (“Surfaceman.'".*

KemiulMcence of tlie War. New York Press: "The first pair of shoes 1 had in the army." said the old soldier, "were two sizes too big for me. i wore sixes; my first army shoes were eights. I didn't take them from choice I got the nearest I could to my size. We were being fitted out from head to foot for the first time—that was when we were mustered in—and the required number of pairs of shoes, of assorted sizes, had been delivered to each company. When 1 got at them they were culled over so much that there was noothing left smaller than eights. "I didn’t think it would be possible for me to wear a shoe two sizes too big for me, but I tried a pair on. They were brogans, having flaps, with two eyelets on each side, lacing over the instep with leather shoestrings. They tied snugly, so that the heel and often part of the shoe, and the sole, did not shuck on my foot. The forward part of my foot felt as though it were outdoors, hut I thought they might do. 1 had to have a pair of shoes and I took them. "I wore those shoes for months, and with the greatest comfort. They were enormous, or they looked so to me. As soon as I began to wear them the thick leather of the uppers humped up into big, round ridges, with valleys between them, across the top, giving the top of the shoe a sort of fluted or corrugated effect. These corrugations remained always just tlie same as long as I wore the shoes. They were not what you would call a handsome shoe, but, as I said, they did not shuck around on my feet, and they were mighty comfortable. "But it doesn't follow that after that I always got shoos two sizes too big for me; as a matter of fact, I didn't; but I always got shoes plenty large for me; plenty, and found comfort in wearing them. ‘‘Sometimes we used to draw boots; cavalry boots. And it was kind o' fun to get boots. I remember very well the first pair of boots I drew. 1 think I felt (perhaps in a little maturer sort of way, thougli not so much so, either) about as much pleased over that pair of boots as I did with ray first red-tops when I was a boy. To get on a pair of cavalry boots sort of made a man feel a little bit less like a plodding infantryman, and a little more like a cavalryman; it gave him a sort of horse-and-saber touch. But this was only as he walked down the company street after drawing tlie boots from the quartermaster; the next day, on picket, the boots were the same to him as shoes would have been. "Still there were men who preferred boots and always drew boots when they could get them. But for myself I like shoes better. A mounted man, of course, wants boots; but according to my no-’ tion the most comfortable tiling for an infantry soldier to wear is a good, roomy shoe that can be made snug enough somewhere so that it won't shnek on the foot"

Mail Who Shot Itooth. It will be remembered that Host Corbett, the man who killed J. Will Booth, lived for many years in Clc county, Kansas. About ten years a he was elected doorkeeper of flic K; sas house of representatives and wk holding that position went crazy a was sent to the asylum. Later he v released from custody and went off Texas, where it is presumed he dl The discussion now going on in i

periodicals over the death and burial of Booth recalls to the editor of the Concordia Empire that, something like a dozen years ago, the ladies of the Presbyterian church in that town seized upon the idea of having Corbett give a lecture upon the killing of Booth, and a committee was appointed to wait upon him. One of the committeemen was the editor of the Empire, and he thus describes what followed: "We found him at home in his dugout. a kind of hole in the side of a steep hill with a hrownstone front and a roof of brush, clay and clapboards. There was but one room and the furniture was an old stove, a table, a chair, a home-made bed. a, trunk, a box or two, a well-worn Bible, and a variety of firearms. Mr. Corbett had received a pension of several hundred dollars a short time before and invested what lie had not given away to others that lie thought might be needing money in a flock of sheep. A herd of antelopes would have served him just as well—he had no practical knowledge of the use of sheep. He was very hospitable, told us much of his history and readily consented to deliver a lecture on the capture of Booth and his experiences in Andersonville. "A packed house greeted him on the night set. By way of introduction the choir sang a song. Some sentiment of the song set him off on u regular sermon (he was in the habit of preaching occasionally) and for nearly an hour he talked, hut failed to either capture Booth or get to Andersonville. At last the pastor reminded him that he was to talk of Andersonville and Booth. He apologized for his forgetfulness, and in about a dozen words told that he was captured and landed safe inside the walls of Andersonville prison. The first man he met was an old acquaintance, who told him that over in a certain portion of the prison they were holding a prayer meeting. He went directly to it. Then he talked for half an hour about tlie prayer meeting. which, as far as his description went, might have been held in Cloud county or the backwoods of Arkansas. "Being reminded again that he was forgetting all about the capture of Booth, he apologized, and said in substance: 'We surrounded the barn in which we found lie had taken refuge. We demanded that he surrender, but he refused. We then set fire to the barn. By the light he saw one of our men and raised his revolver to shoot him. I was peeping through a crack, saw him raise his arm, and to keep him from killing one of our men 1 fired and killed him. The bullet went into his head in nearly the same course as his bullet had entered Lincoln's head.’ This is as full a history as lie saw (it to give of an incident that had called forth many long articles during the last thirty years, and about which none knew more than did our neighbor, Boston Corbett.”—Kansas City Journal.

Gruwtli of ti»« (Senuan N11 vy. The growth of the German navy since 1872 lias been extraordinary. According to figures quoted in the reiohstag, tlie increase in naval expenditures since that date has been 527 per cent, says the Fortnightly Review. The outlay of the North German confederation in 1870 was only £1,201,000; in 1885 that of the German empire stood at £2,119,000: while at the date of the Emperor William II.s accession it was £2,700,000, which by last year had risen to £4,315,000. The proposals of the German admiralty for the present year involved an expenditure of £6,450,000, of which more than £6,000,000 has been voted Ity the reichstag. During the present reign—in a period, that is to say, of nine years - no less than eighty-six new units have been added to the fleet. But yet. neither Kaiser William nor Admiral Holimann is satisfied. Like OlivetTwist, they are asking for more, and are making it very obvious that they intend to get more. The program of ships to he commenced during the next four years was not, indeed, a particularly large one. It Involved the construction of four battleships, six large cruisers, six smaller cruisers and thirty-six torpedo craft. What probably alarmed the reiehstag was tne hint that war was coming at no very distant date, and tlie scarcely veiled pretensions to dispute with Fn^iami the command of the sea. The demands, too, were suddenly put forward and public opinion had not been fully prepared for them. The consequence was that the public and the reienstag were bewildered and refused to b=> rushed into a great outlay for an obscure end.

i uiriy-six years ago to-day occu; the first battle of Bull Run, a bs which, like those at Lexington Bunker Hill, was small in itself, tremendous in its results,” said veteran this morning, “if the con crates had lost at Bull Run, I th perhaps, it would have vindicated wisdom of Mr. Lincoln's course in ( ing for 75,000 men for three monthi crush the rebellion. But the con crates didn't lose, and it took the N< four years instead of three monthi suppress secession. At the first ] Run a number of general officers ' were then only colonels, were ,. n ga Among these Gen. William Tecum Sherman and Gen. Henry W Sloi afterwards became the most \,rt nent. After the battle one of the onels had heard that several of ti were to lie promoted to hrlgadi ‘What do you think of that?’ inn,, one of them of Sherman. ’Think" swered Tecumseh. ’I think if <ape reduction to the ranks for strnctive cowardice It Is all we cm or expect.’ "—Utica Observer

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