Democratic Sentinel, Volume 11, Number 15, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 13 May 1887 — Page 3

THE LADIES.

A Budget of Breezy Gossip Relating Exclusively to the Fair Sex, Accompanied by Some Notes on the Ever Changing Styles in Feminine Attire. ‘ “Right as My Glove.” “Oh, poverty! where is thy sting?" do you exclaim? Well, we’ll tell you; it wounds most sadly when in the shape of a pair of worn gloves. There is nothing hurts a proud, refined girl like a seedy glove. Pardon us, but it is a loss that cannot be repaired. A tidy, trim girl can rearrange a wellworn frock; she will dam her old piece of necklace; a tarnished hat and its rusty trimmings she can freshen into respectability, and she can even go so far as to manipulate an old pair of boots into good shape; but a pair of disabled gloves breaks her heart as effectually as that mythical straw breaks the camel’s back. A pretty girl’s buoyancy of young spirits is difficult to cast down; they will bubble and froth at the slightest stirring; but a pair of rough-seamed, mended,’ and rusty gloves takes all the sparkle and bead from 'her intoxicating enthusiasm. Again, looking at the question from another standpoint, you must have noticed how a pair of neat, well-fitting gloves smartens up the most ordinary toilet, giving the wearer a corresponding individuality. The other evening, at a club meeting of its limited but di criminating members, a young lady came forward to entertain them with a vocal selection. Her general appearance was not striking. Her dress was a plain, evidently not absolutely fresh, white wool gown. Not an inch of her rounded arm or throat was visible, and, while well fitting in its cut, the draperies were not particularly artistic or pleasing in outline to the observer’s eye. Now we admit that it is not absolutely laid down in the contract that a singer is pakj to look pretty. Of course she must conquer through her ability to charm the ear; but her battle is much more easily won if her audience’s eyes are first captured, any observer of such events readily admits. This young lady came up to the scratch only through the power of her gloves. Her hands were shapely, therefore it was entirely proper to make them conspicuous. They were apparently molded into a per-fect-fitting pair of long Suede gloves in that fresh and stylish new shade of green. There is no pa ore pleasing combination than this new shade of green with white, and her tapering fingers and finely rounded wrists could never have been more fascinating to the artistic eye than so covered, while altogether that perfect pur of gloves gave the requisite flavor to the whole which otherwise could not have arisen above mediocrity. There have been of late chapters written about character in hands. The story of a character is none the less plainly told in the gloves worn. Show me the gloves you wear, and I’ll tell you what you are, is not literal, but plausible. Did you ever take a long street-car ride and spend the tedious time philosophizing over the gloves your fellow-passengers wear? If you haven’t, just try it next opportunity you have. You will find the pastime most edifying. . Perhaps you will see a pair of hands, snug up in the front corner seat, encased in heavy, ordinary-looking, at first glance, dogskins. They are, regardless of splitting seams, held with fingers interlaced. This alone pushes them wtell on the hands, for they seem to have been simply slipped into, the one patent fastening not in use, which shows that the wearer is a man accustomed to gloves, so does so from force of habit; but his mind is so busily occupied he does not give them the attention required to fasten them. Just across, a pair of hands flourishes only one glove, which is handsomely embroidered and very tight in its fit. The bare hand tells that it is not long since the wedding, because that new ring adorning it is ever twisted around and adroitly admired with an unconscious knack of caressing. That one new, shiny glove has bride written upon it as plainly as if it were a white satin bonnet. Beyond is a pair of short-in-the-wrist black silk gloves, covering nervous, bony hands. They tightly grasp the small wooden handle of a cotton umbrella. There is mental, if not bodily, pain expressed in the twitchings of those wrinkled glove fingers. How great the contrast between them and apair of fluffy puff-balls—baby’s plump fists in a pair of silk mittens, just disclosing soft, fat, deeply ringed wrists. You know that pair of worn gloves belongs to a seamstress on the way to her •work. The end of the first finger is ripped, and there is an honorable little bit of nut-meg-grater on the side of the finger that works so hard. Over there is a man who seems intent on hiding his gloves. His elbows are akimbo, andldl of his gloved hands are in his pockets except his thumbs. But they tell the whole story. They are great, stubby, coarse-kidded thumbs. They must belong to the kind of hand that little Jack Horner made sticky with bis own pie in his own corner, grown into a big Jack Horner, with a partiality still for pies, and plums, and all the good things of the world. There is a small pair of hands twitching. You can tell it bases its claims to being aristocratic upon its glqves. Alas! poor hands! The gloves are there, but what sad tales we read in their breaks, rubs and •corkscrews at the tips. But we have wandered a long way from the trials of an unfortunate girl with the pair •of poverty-stinging, worn-out gloves. But we have yet our idea to suggest for the amelioration of her woes. Nearly every day we hear of some wealthy man or woman with so much money they don’t know how to spend. It’s an old idea •to found a picture gallery, endow a hospital ■or asylum, or build a monument; but it would be consummately unique to establish an inexhaustible fund for providing those soul-yearning young ladies with good gloves. Think of the pleasure unmeasurable such a philanthropy would give, the wrinkled brows it would smooth, the heart envyings it would silence: while at the same time hbw its providings would

brighten and smarten up the community at large. All the pretty girls in fresh, snug gloves! We love all of them, and we hereby petition for the fruition of such a consummation. — Annie E. My era, in Chicago Ledger. Mlsg Spangler’s Strange Singularities. One of the “characters” of Euclid avenue is Miss Spangler, the wealthy maiden lady who lives at the comer of the avenue bearing her name, says the Cleveland World. She lives all alone with a servant, a girl who has been in her employ a great many years, in a rather ancient wooden house in the midst of a funereal, ill-kept pine grove. Everything about the place has a “running to waste” look. To the east lies the street and oval park which she laid out over a year ago through her extensive property, but which has never been built up. Miss Spangler herself is a short and exceedingly spare woman, quite indifferent as to her personal appearance, and full of ways of her own of doing things. In tax-paying time she may be seen camping out in the court house for whole days at a time, running over long columns of figures and verifying her extensive tax lists. At noon she does not adjourn to any hightoned restaurant, but simply opens her lunch basket, which has been warming on the register, aud eats her frugal repast alone in silence. Miss Spangler has a great many other peculiarities. I used to see her often riding on the platform of a street car last winter. “What makes you stay outside in such cold weather?” I finally asked one day. “Well, I will tell you why it is,” she replied. “I’m so much pestered by people who want to get some of my money that I do anything to escape their overtures. Now, if I went inside, some girl would come and sit down beside me, and ask for a chance to work for me or get into my good graces somehow.” “That’s because they think you’ve got enough and to spare,” I suggested, trying to draw her out. “Some say you’re the richest woman in Cleveland.” “Oh fc my! no; that’s a mistake. Mrs. Bradford is the richest woman in the city, and I suppose Mrs. S. S. Stono and Mrs. Scranton follow her. ” Miss Spangler is eminently plebeian. No enemy of hers would be so reckless as to charge her with being aristocratic. I often see her picking up kindling in her front yard, or engaged in some other form of manual service. Even now a vivid picture of her looms up before my mind’s eye as I saw her one day last spring. It represents her in the act of crossing the public square with her arms full of asparagus stalks, <he tops of which nearly brushed the telephone wires when she crossed the street. Yet she is not an illiterate woman. She has received a seminary education, and is well informed on a wide range of subjects, including the principal topics of the day. She has a very fine piano in her parlor, and is something of a musician. A Few California Women. Mrs. Mark Hopkins resides in a palatial dwelling on “Nob Hill,” and occasionally gives entertainments, of which she carefully counts the cost, while she preserves the remnants of the feast to be returned to the caterer. The marriage of Miss Hattie Crocker to Mr. Charles Alexander, of New York, occurred at Grace Church at high noon on April 26. In consequence of the recent death of Mrs. Charles Crocker there was no reception. The Crockers are one of the respectable and wealthy families of California.

Better than titles or heraldry is the drinking fountain in the center of the city presented to the citizens of San Francisco by Lotta, and erected in the summer of 1875. The people of the coast rejoice over all the good fortune that comes to this lovely actress, who is now said to be worth over $1,000,060. No coat-of-arms is emblazoned upon the door of Laura D. Fairis residence, but, instead, “Rooms to Rent.” The lady still looks as young as the memorable day when she shot down Crittenden. The late lawyer’s children are residents of San Francisco, and are among the unostentatious, nut wield influence in church and society. Mrs. Crocker is one of the moat generous and charitable women in the Golden State. Her late donation was a valuable library to the city of Sacramento. There seems to be no end of wealth to the Crockers. The widow of the late Matthew Crocker has recently come into possession of $1,000,006, which is the result of her husband’s early investments in Tennessee. Californians are appreciative of the yellow dust, and money is king, while the people who possess wealth, no matter what family disgrace may be attached to their name, are the rulers and autocrats of society. One of the wealthiest women in San Francisco is Mrs. James G. Fair, to whom the courts gave $4,500,000 of her husband’s estate, and it is said she cannot find places enough to invest her enormous wealth. She occupies an elegant residence on “Nob Hill” with her two daughters, the elder grown to womanhood; the younger, a child •of 11, who has just given her first grand fancy dress ball at the Fair mansion. |~;Mrs. Mackay’s late “Musicale” in London, at her mansiop near Buckingham gate, is the interesting subject in society just now. All of the American colony in London attended the concert. Mme. Waddington, Lady Mandeville, and Mrs. Yznaga were among the guests. A notice of Mrs. Mackay’s jewels appeared in one of the late London papers, which said that she was the possessor of the finest jewels in the world. She has a sapphire purchased from a Russian prince which measures four-tenths of an inch in diameter, and cost $159,000. She owns the most valuable emerald in existence; also a pearl necklace worth $100,000; a pair of solitaires whi chcost $425,000; and the most exquisite and valuable corals in the world, except those belonging to the Queen of Portugal.

She Ought to Know.

% Mrs. H.—Great heavens, Cranston! Don’t deny it. I saw you kiss her! Mr. H. (stiffly)—You are mistaken. She kissed ine. Mrs. H.—But why did you let her? Mr. H.—l couldn’t be rude to a lady. Mrs. H.—But why did she want to kiss you? Mr. H. —I can’t imagine. You ought to know. — Life. One sees very few sealskin sacques standing up in theatreet cars.

DWIGHT L. MOODY.

His Four Months’ Incessant War Upon Sin in Wicked Chicago. A Brief but Interesting Sketch of the World-Famous Evangelist. [Chicago speciaL] After four months of incessant labor, Chicago’s honored evangelist, Dwight L. Moody, has brought his mission to a close in this city. None but those who have watched the evangelistic services closely can form any conception of the immense, amount of labor he has accomplished. Day after day, and week after week, he has sacrificed comfort, and even health itself, in the effort to accomplish one great and noble object—to proclaim the glad tidings of salvation to the people, and seek to win souls to Christ. On Jan. 2he preached at the First Congregational Church for the first time in the campaign against sin and tbe devil, and in a few days his audiences grew so large that the church would not contain them. Equal to the emergency, he at once held services in the afternoon for the church-workers and those who could attend in the day, and in the evening for those whose business occupied their attention during the day. Still his congregations increased, and from all parts of the city there came to him the cry, “Come and help us.” He at once called to his assistance Evangelist Bliss, of Boston, and the churches at once threw open their doors for the work. Ministers of the various denominations united, the Chicago Evangelization Society was inaugurated, and a carefully considered, systematic warfare organized. After being here a month, Mr. Moody determined to call to his assistance Francis Murphy, the well-known apostle of temperance. Feb. 8 Mr. Murphy delivered his first address at Farwell Hall. From that time until the present gospel temperance has been in the ascendant. Thousands nightly flocked to hear Murphy, and hundreds daily signed the pledge and donned the blue ribbon, until the gospel temperance armv now numbers over 17,000. Dwight Lyman Moody. D. L. Moody was bom near Northfield, Mass., Feb. 3, 1837. When the boy was four years of age his father died, leaving the care and support of a large family to

young Moody’s mother, a most estimable lady of the Unitarian faith, to whose influence and superior traits many of the strong elements of Mr. Moody’s character and work are confessedly due. In 1854 he sought employment in a Boston shoe store, and in the following year came to Clficago, to enter a similar business situation. In both of these cities his earnest impulsiveness to do good became a marked feature of his daily life. The excellent ministrations of the churfches which he attended confirmed him in>his eonviction of his life mission, and he resolved to relinquish all business of a personal nature and devote himself to the work of evangelizing. He took an active interest in the Young Men’s Christian Association of Chicago, and established the North Market Mission Sunday-school, since become Amons for its success in the conversion of men to religion. In the summer of 1861, says a biographer, he devoted most of his to the volunteers of the Wafe',' the rebellion who were Chicago, and‘in November of Ihiif year, when the United States Christian Commission was established, proceeded under its auspices to the camps and battle fields of .the South, where he worked, alleviating the sufferings and supplying the *9fhitual necessities of both friexfa and foqg In AuguiSt, 1862 J he was Ynarried to Miss Emma C. Reveßj of Chicago, by reason of whose sympathy of temper and religious ardor the union has resulted in great good, not to them alone but to the world. Mr. Moody has been blessed with two children —a’ son and a daughter. The duties of the Christian Commission did not prevent him from attending to his Chicago school. A chapel—Farwell Hall —was built to supply its growing needs, and soon out of the organization arose an independent church, of which Mr. Moody becamfe the pastor. In 1865 he was elected President of the Young Men’s Chrisfian Association, and was incessant and indefatigable in his labors to further its work. Within two years thereafter, chiefly through his influence, a building, admirably adapted to its purposes, was erected at a cost of $200,000.

In October, 1871, the terrible fire, which devastated Chicago, destroyed Mr. Moody’s home, Farwell Hall, and his church; but within a month thereafter the latter was replaced by a wopden structure, called the North Side Tabernacle, and capable of holding 1,5 M persons. Here his labors, aided by the musical abilities of Sankey, continued through several yeats, until the summer of 1873, when he visited England, accompanied by Mr. Sankey. Since thattime Mr. Moody has been untiring in hi# good work. He is one of the most rsflMute and successful of evangelists.

TERRIBLE LOSS OF LIFE.

Three Mexican Towns Almoit Obliterated by Earthquakes and Volcanoes. One Hundred and Seventy People Inslantly Killed and a Large dumber Wounded. iGuaymaa ’Mexico) dispatch.) The town of* Bahispe, in the district ‘of Montezuma, in Sonora, was destroyed by the recent earthquake, and 150 lives were lost. Twenty persons were killed at Oputo by the falling of buildings. Many people were injured at Granadas and Gusabar, which towns were almost completely destroyed. 1 Hermosillo (Mexico) dispatch.] The earthquake caused terrible damage in Montezuma. It destroyed several villages, but those in the northeastern part suffered most terribly. Oputo had all its houses destroyed, and nine persons were killed. Bahispe was utterly destroyed, and 150 people were killed. The houses were leveled to the ground. A new volcano appeared, and its eruption destroyed all the timber and pastures of adjoining valleys and mountains. [City of Mexico dispatch.] The Government has just received its first information regarding the disastrous earthquake on the 3d inst. at the town of Bahispe, in the district of Montezuma, Sonora, by which 150 persons lost their lives. The earthquake occurred at 3.30 p. m, At the same time volcanic eruptions began in the neighboring mountains, lighting up the summits for a long distance. The prediction is made here by local scientists that Mexico is about to undergo a general seismic convulsion, and recent records of earthquakes show that there is widespread volcanic activity from one end of Mexico to the other. [Tucson (Arizona) dispatch.] A party has just returned from the Santa Catalina Mountains and report that the canyons are full of water, brought to the surface by the earthquake. This is a great boon foY this region, as there are thousands of acres of good farming land at the base of these mountains which only need water to make them valuable. Another good effect of the earthquake is the opening of two large gold veins which were discovered in the Santa Catalina Mountains at a point where the whole side of a mountain slid down. Several prospecting parties left'to-day to locate claims. From one to two slight shocks of earthquake have been felt here for several days. They are too slight to cause alarm. There is no doubt that nearly every high mountain in Southern Arizona has to a greater or less extent had its topography changed, but so far as can be learned here there is no active volcano among them. (Nogales (Arizona) dispatch.] Later accounts received here tend to show that the report of a volcano having broken out in the Whetstone Mountains is true. Men who arrived from Sonora say that there is strong evidence of a volcanic eruption at a point about forty miles southeast of Magdalena, and it is confidently said that one peak is throwing out large volumes of smoke, accompanied by streams of lava. Smoke and fire can be distinctly seen from several points along the line of the Sonora Bailroad. As far as can be ascertained, the volcano is in the Sierra Azul range. From the appearance of the country and the heavy earthquakes that have occurred it is believed that other volcanoes will break forth in a few days. [Laredo (Texas) dispatch.] Passengers arriving on tfae Monterey tiain report that great fires are raging on the summit of the mountains in many places on both sides of the road. Whether these fires have any connection with’ (he recent earthquake disturbances in Arizona and New Mexico is yet to be determined, as the tops of these mountains are almost inaccessible.

ALIVE IN HIS COFFIN.

A Supposed Corpse, Shipped on a Hallroad, Found to Have Regained Consciousness. [Vincennes (Ind.) special.] During the session of the Lutheran Evangelical Synod at Booneville Philip Gyer, a wealthy citizen of Mount Auburn, 0., who was present as a delegate, arose to make a few remarks. He had scarcely risen from his seat when he was noticed to stagger, and the next second fell on the floor dead. A physician was called and pronounced his case apoplexy. The remains were hurriedly prepared for burial, and ordered shipped at once to the home of the deceased; Ten hours after the supposed death the remains arrived here by special train from Evansville. John Kqster, the baggagemaster, assisted by Clark Harvey, transferred the corpse from an Evansville and Terre Haute to an Ohio and Mississippi train. Harvey declares that he heard the dead man kick against the lid of the box three or four times. Mr. Kuster said: “I have handled more coffins than any man about this depot, and I flatter myself that I’m not superstitious. The sensation I experienced in lifting the coffin from one car to another Was the same as lifting a crate having a live calf in it. The coffin seemed to be alive. There was no dead weight about it. We only had a few minutes in which to transfer the remains, and it was suggested by some of that the box be opened and an-examination made of the corpse. To this a strenuous objection was entered*by an unknown gentleman Who accompanied the remains.” Depotmaster Mechlin telegraphed from here to Washington requesting that the coffin on arrival tjrere be opened and an examinatipn made of the body. There, as here, the man who had charge of the corpse again interposed. Word Was sent from Washington to the Chief of Policetat Cincinnati, and word was telegraphed that on' the coffin being opbned the man yas lying on his face, his shroud was tormand there were qther'indications going to .show that Gfyfer had come to life after having been placed in the coffin.

Sohneke states that the electricity which is discharged dtaring a thunderstorm is produced by the friction of water and ice, that is, that the ice is electrified by friction of water. Just before a thunder-storm water-clouds (cumuli) and ice-clouds (cirro, cirrots rati) appear simultaneously in the sky. The friction of these particles of ice and water is a sufficient cause of the electricity which is generated.

INDIANA STATE NEWS.

—At Wubash, Pat McCoy, a laborer in the trenches of the water company, was fatally injured by the discharge of a heavy blast of Hercules powder. The charge had failed to ignite, and McCoy was instructed to wet it and swab it out. Instead of obeying he began drilling it with an iron bar, and it suddenly let go. McCoy was almost blown out of the trench; his face, neck, and breast were horribly lacerated; his right arm was shattered, and the fingers of both hands were torn off. His breast and neck are literally filled with fragments of limestone. The physicians say he cannot live. McCoy is a married man and resides at Peru. —Patents have been issued for Indianinns as follows; James W. Cole, Greencastle, multiple subsidary ground terminal for lightning rods: Joshua J. Collins, assignor to himself, J. 8. Collins, and W. D. 8. Rogers, Knox, clothes wringer; Andrew J. and G. W. Forsythe, Kokomo, wirefence machine; Charles Gibson, Mount Vernon, fence; Samuel M. Jackson, Logansport, machine for bundling wall paper; Jesse B. and O. B. Johnson, Indianapolis, baling press; Jacob V. Rowlett, Richmond, roller skate; Francis M. Fribbey, New Albany, combined table and cot; Peter Wahl, North Vernon, razor. —Some five weeks ago W. W. Costancer was put off of a Vandalia freight train by the conductor because ho did not have a ticket. Costancer claimed that he could not buy a ticket, because there was no person in the ticket office, and the conductor refused the money he offered as fare to Darlington. Suit was brought at Darlington, and judgment for $20(1 was obtained by default. It is understood that the railway company will appeal the case, while on the other side they declare that a locomotive will be chained to the track if necessary to secure the judgment. —Prof. E. T. Cox, formerly State Geologist, and now of New York, furnishes some interesting information relative to the geological formation of Indiana, and the probable sources of natural gas. Ho does not accept the porous-rock theory. As oil and gas are both found in Trenton rock, which is not porous, he holds that it must exist in large cavities or systems of fissures, furnishing a much greater capacity for storage than the pores of any rock could. It would follow from this, then, that to find gas in any large quantity one of these cavities must be tapped. —Mr. and Mrs. William Kissing, living a few miles from Elkhart, have begun proceedings against some of their neighbors, whom they charge with endeavoring to blow up their house with dynamite. Some one exploded a dynamite bomb so close to the Kissing house that the building was badly wrecked, the window-panes shattered, Mr. and Mrs. Kissing thrown from their bed, and a young daughter frightened so that she was attacked by convulsions.

—B. Wilson Smith, of Tippecanoe County; John W. Study, of Rush; John R. Cravens, of Jefferson, and Daniel McDonald, of Marshall, have been appointed by the Governor as honorary Commissioners from Indiana at the Centennial celebration of the settlement of the Northwestern Territory at Marietta. 0. W. W. Woollen, of Indianapolis, and R. M. Lockhart will serve as Commissioners to the exposition to be held nt Columbus, 0., next year. —Elmer Betts, of Portland, while returning from church one night recently, began firing at a scare-crow in a fence corner. Three shots were fired, the last striking Willie Sassar, a companion of Betts, and killing him. Young Betts surrendered to the Sheriff. Coroner Kinsey and Prosecutor Adair held an inquest. After examining witnesses the Coroner was satisfied the shooting was accidental, and rendered a verdict to that effect.

The State Board of Printing has declined to allow a requisition of the State Agricultural Board which includes the report of the Horticultural Society. The •tatute provides that the Horticultural Society shall have 500 copies printed. In this case the State Board of Agriculture’s report contains 5,000 reports of the Horticultural Society, which does not comport with the law. —The Secretary of State has received from the contractor for State printing the first installment of printed copies of the laws passed by the Legislature. They will be sent out to the proper officers immediately. The book has but seventy-seven pages, including the eleven used for an index. —Mrs. Thos. Bramlett, living near Little Flatrock, south of Rushville, was feeling badly, and went to Milroy to consult Dr. Riley. She was taken with spasms soon after her arrival, and died in a very short time. The case is a very peculiar one. —The 4-year-old daughter of Charles Hncklemeyer, of Fort Wayne, stumbled and fell head foremost into a tub of hot water. She was rescued in an unconscious condition. She suffered the most intense agony; until death came to her relief. —Washington Township, Pike County, has voted $10,500 in aid of the Vincennes and Ohio Railroad. This township, after a lengthy litigation, has just paid the last of a like appropriation voted to the Evansville and Indianapolis road. —A large force of men have been set at work in building the New Albany and Eastern Railroad westward from Watson. One of the bridges on this line, with its approaching trestles, will be 1,080 feet in length. ( —Mrs. Thomas Maloney, at Burr Oak, a few miles east of Elkhart, committed suicide by throwing herself in front of a passenger train during a spell of temporary aberration. Her head and one arm were severed.