Democratic Sentinel, Volume 10, Number 5, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 5 March 1886 — Tribute to a Mother. [ARTICLE]

Tribute to a Mother.

Capt Jack Crawford, the noet scout, pays the following eloquent tribute to his mpther: “I had a Christian mother, my earliest recollection of whom was kneeling at her side praying God to save a wayward father and husband. — That mother taught me to speak the truth when a child, and I have tried to follow her early teachings in that respect. It would require a much larger book than this to tell the story of my liie and the sufferings of one of God’s good angels—my mother. To her I owe everything—truth, honor, sobriety and my very life. Her rpirit seems to linger near me always; she has been my guardian angel. In the comp, the cabin, the field and the hospital, on the lonely trail hundreds of miles from civilization, in the pine-clad hills and lonely canyous. I have heard in the moaning night winds and in the murming streamlets, The voiee of my angel mother whispering soft a.dlow. 1 “And these sacred thoughts have made me forget at times that there was danger in my pathway. Nor will I ever forget The day that we parted, mother and I, Never on earth to meet again; She to a happier home on high. I a peer wanderer on the plait., “That day was perhaps the greatest epoch in my life. Kneeling by her be H side, with one hand clasped in mine, the other resting on my head, she whispered, ‘My boy, you k ow your mother loves you. Will you give me a promise, that I may take it up to£heaven?’ ‘Yes, yes, mother, I will promise you anything.’ ‘Johnny, my son, lam dying,’ said she, ‘promise me you will never drink intoxicants, and then it will not be so hard to leave this world,’, Dear reader, need I tell you that I promised ‘yei’; and whenever I am asked to drink, that scene comes up before me and I am safe.”

John Johnson, living a few miles northeast, was in town Monday, enjoying a periodical spree. He started home late at night, but being overcome by whiskey, “laid down by the wayside.” Ab at two o’clock he stumbled into Bowdy’s house, his hands and feet badly frozen. We could not learn late particulars of his condition but it is reported that his feet are so badly frozen that they will have to be amputated. A pity that the man .who sold him the whisky cannot be made to pay his doctor bills and support him the remainder* of his life. —Goodland Herald. This is the same John who was stabbed nigh unto death here last winter. John seems determined to let whisky “do him up” in some shape.—Remington News. Surgeon Gen’l Hamilton think i choDra will get no foothold in America this year. GoocU delivered at all point# in j Rensselaer, from the Chicago Grocery.

Remington News: Miss Mary Jacobscn, a young woman of Kentland, is dying by inches of starvation. Her p.tlral condition is the re ult of an attempt to commit suicide by drinking concentrated lye last July. The fiery liquid ate away the lining of the throat and stomach, so that it is impossible for the unfortunate to swallow or retain any solid tood, and is only kept alive by injeitions of beef tea, etc. Her sufferings are excruciating in the extreme and she is a pitifully emaciated- object. It seems that Miss Jacobson has always had a mania for self-destruc-tion and this is her fourth attempt in that direction, lo her, death would certainly be a welcome messenger.

Ex-Sheriff John W. Powell has leased the Halloran Livery and Feed Stables, and respectfully solicits a liberal share of the public patronage. Judge J. W. Bulger, the inventor, is at work on a sleeping car that will knock the traveling public out when completed In a letter to a friend connected with the Pullman Company he gives a lengthy description of this wonderful car. Following are a few of its many features: Every passenger in the c r can have the windows all open or closed as he may choose. All snorers are to be chloroformed by an ingenious application and aroused automatically at the end of the journey. Crying babies dropped into a receptacle at the bottom of the car and are shortly afterwards shot up through a shaft into their mother’s arms smiling, with a stick of candy and a chromo in each haud. The longwinded story teller can have an admiring audience, not one of which will hear a word he says, but all will seem to give a smiling assent to his improbable tales. Fifty ladies can simultaneously each occupy exclusively the total room.— There will be a palatial bar-room, where the choicest drinks and the latest slang will be furnishqd by the immaculate bartenders Directly opposite the bar-room will be a temperance and lecture-room. No obnoxious porters are to be carried, the beds being made automatically. The car will be known as the “Consolidated, expanded, concentrated patent combined vehicle.”