Democratic Sentinel, Volume 3, Number 30, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 5 September 1879 — Men Who Make the World Better. [ARTICLE]

Men Who Make the World Better.

“I haven’t been in these parts,” observed a grizzly old gentleman at our shoulders in car 124, “for nigh on to twenty year till now, and I love to ride up and down in these ’ere cars to sea if I can set my eyes on the face of an old friend. It does me good to see human faces, for I believe there is something good behind ’em. I'm a forty-niner. I remember the time when 1 was 5,000 miles from home, straight as the crow flies, without a red cent. I was hungry, thirsty, tired, miserable and moneyless. ‘ Hello,’ said a voice; * Hello back,’ said I, and then a young fellow came down the land, and he said, 1 Old boss, how are you ? ’ ‘ Hearty,’ said I, ‘ and dead-broke.’ Then the young fellow plunged his hand into his pocket and drew out as much as S3OO in bright gold. ‘ Help yourself,’ he said, and turned his head away. ‘ I knew you when I saw you only a dusty speck on the road. You gave me a drink and got me a doctor when I was threatened with the tremens, and there is nothing in the world too good for you.’ I love to live rfly life over,” continued the old Californian, “because I seethe noble in human nature all along the line. Let ’em say what they please, there is such a thing as principle among men, and there are lots of us who try to live up to it.” As the car stopped on a switch, he stepped off and stretched himself under an elm in a numerous-daisy field, beaming upon the world at large approvingly over his gold-bowed spectacles.^—Providence Journal. The small, meek-looking wife of Tom Cottrell, a Missouri horse-thief, followed him weeping out of a St. Joseph courtroom, after his trial and conviction. In the corridor she flew at the Sheriff like a tigress, threw him on the floor, and thus enabled the prisoner to Blount a mule and escape.