Democratic Sentinel, Volume 15, Number 18, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 15 May 1891 — Page 4

ftie femocratit Sentinel RENSSELAER, INDIANA, - i 9. W. McEWEN, - - - PQMJgmn.

Men would be less wicked if they would hunt for fewer opportunities. Those who would not eat the forbidden fruit, should not come near the forbidden tree. The number of persons who are said to work on Sundays in this country is two million and a half. A useful internal remedy for that state of the system which predisposes one to warty growths, is arbor vitte leaves, and they may be chewed fresh or green. Six young bachelor farmers of Lida, Minn., have written to the Mayor of New York for wives. They think that their farm titles ought to catch New York girls. A Kentuckian who had arrived at majority offered his first vote the other day, but so great was his excitement that he fell in a heap in a dead faint, and could not sit up for an hour. At a wedding in Arcadia, Fla., the other day, the bride was married to her ninth husband, and four of her former husbands were present at the ceremony to sympathize with the ninth victim. A physician remarks that there is a very direct relation between tea drinking and cold feet, and that some women experience a cold perspiration of •the soles of the feet as a result of tea drinking. The Hartwell, Ga., Sun says that for every five miles of the Georgia, Carolina and Northern Railroad a murder has been committed, with which the gangs at work on the road have been connected. A stern father in Keya Paha County, Nebraska, with a large family of girls, has passed the cold edict that each beau who frequents the domicile through the winter must contribute a load of sawed stove wood. The Spanish Government has fully indorsed the action of the Cuban officials in coolly assassinating four state prisoners who had been lied to in ah outrageous manner to get them into a trap. Such crimes delight a Spaniard. The leading Indians now admit that ihey never believed in the coming of a new messiah, but that the ghost dances were instituted to work the young men up to a fighting pitch. They were worked up, but they had to settle down again. An old man in Germany who was written up in the papers as being 104 years old was proved by court records to be only 89. He was arrested, tried as an impostor, and it took S4O to pay fine and costs. It’s a good and proper way to discourage a liar. A town in Missouri celebrated Washington’s birthday on March 21 instead of February 22. The excuse was that they didn’t hear about his anniversary until two days before the celebration came off, but they made it a hustler to make up for lost time. The three or four French artists who started out two or three years ago to introduce men angels in their pictures of heaven have had to give it up and return to all females. If there is any heaven for men the public won’t admit it, at least in the angel business. They were voting for the handsomest girl in Dubuque the other night, at 10 cents a vote, when a “girl” of 40, with a tum-up nose, a freckled face and a cataract in one eye, stepped up and laid down $l5O in cash and took the prize over the other thirty-eight competitors. Two New York newspaper men paid out their money for fads the other morning. One paid $4,400 for a jar only large enough to hold a peck of beans, while the other paid a judge $lO for having been on a drunk. It’s just as a man feels about those things, you know. Thirty years ago there was at Springfield, Ohio, a mischievous boy named Lattler. Recently a number of old citizens of that place have received sums of money aggregating SSOO from Dr. Lattler, of Buffalo, to pay for property destroyed in his boyhood pranks. “Two years ago Secretary Windom was supposed to be worth two hundred and fifty thousand dollars, but his estate, so far as has been traced, is valued at not above six thousand dollars, of which five thousand dollars is a life insurance policy,” says the New York World. The average prisoner sent to the average Michigan jaiHs&etter fed and better lodged than tne average laborer, and in addition he is kept warm, famished with tobacco and a pack of cards, and the majority of them gain ten pounds of flesh for every thirty days they are under lock and key. More than 100 arrests have been made in this country since Valentine’s Day of parties who “got even” by sending caricatures on that day. It’s an offense against the postal laws, and it is this practice which has brought the custom into such disrepute that it won’t be heard of a year or two A Portuguese scientist, Senhor da Costa, is reported to have discovered

an exceUent and abundant substitute for gutta-percha in the solidified fluid which issues from the nivol-cantem, a tree that grows wild in the Concaq district of the Bombay Presidency, India, where it is generally planted for hedges. The late Mr. Richard Quincy Pepper, of Horbling, a Lincolnshire grazier, has bequeathed by his will $lO to every child in the parish over 6 and under 12 years of age, “as a nucleus and incentive to industry, carefulness and thrift,” and requests his executors to open a Government Savings Bank account for each recipient. The rat plague in the fen districts oi Lincolnshire, England, is still unabated. Ratcatchers are at work almost daily, and are paid four to six cents a rat killed. On one farm it is said that one man alone killed over 5,000 rats last year. The rats do great damage to the grain stacks and also to the potatoes and roots in pits. The Superintendent of the Brooklyn police got hold of a case the other day where a broker had paid a man S6OO per year for thirteen years because he one day complimented his wife and chucked her under the chin in a fatherly way. The chucker had submitted to be blackmailed rather than be exposed, but his persecutor stands a good s’iow of going to prison, Tom Sherman— Father Tom, the Jesuit—is tall, lank, thin, and almost furrowed in face. To see him standing near Senator Johu or his father when alive, the strong likeness between the three would strike one at a glance. The other son, P. T., or “Cump,” as he is caUed, is an entirely different make of a man, and in face and figure inclines toward the Ewing branch of the family. In Honduras bananas are planted eighteen by eighteen feet apart, which is a great waste of land. The Chinese, however, plant them only six to eight feet apart each way, and get from each hill two large bunches annually for three or four years. They allow but two stalks to the hill. At the end of the fourth year, having taken off from 500 to 600 bunches per acre for three years, the land is manured and then plowed and replanted. Says a Boston dentist: “Out of sheer curiosity I dropped in last Saturday night to an auction sale of unclaimed express packages. Buyers can only guess what they are bidding on, for packages are not broken, so the whole thing is a regular lottery. Each buyer generally opens up his package as soon as he gets it. The man next me opened a bundle he had paid fifty cents for. It was full of loose false teeth. He was disgusted, and I bought the lot for sl. Within forty-eight hours I had sold the lot and got just SBO for them.” Floral dinners are sti'l popular with the fashionable world in Paris. The Countess of Pourtales was one of the first to introduce the floral repasts. Whenever she invites her friends to her hospitable board she has some new surprise for them. New festoons of violets tied with knots of blue mauve ribbon are upon the table and upon the silver candelabra. Against wreaths of roses, encircling the plates and glasses, are a forest of little white lilacs, allowing the lights to appear only like so many glow worms in a perfumed bower. A correspondent of a London paper thinks that many medical men would be benefited by the adoption of a medical hat. He has bee a saved many journeys in the country by the fact that his hat differs from that of other people and he is recognized even on a dark night and often saved the trouble of retracing his steps for several miles. The hat he has adopted is a hard felt, just the shape of an ordinary straw hat, with low crown and flat brim. Of coarse, the hat is easily changed when on pleasure bent, and the cost is half that of a silk one. In actual distance covered, the greatesl>traveler in the world is said to be Chifef-'Engineer Sewell, of the White Star fleet. While in charge of the engine department of the vessels of that line, notably the Britannic, Mr. Sewell completed one hundred and thirty-two round trips between Liverpool and New York, traveling the enormous distance of 818,400 nautical, or 941,000 standard miles, nearly four times the distance between the earth and the moon. This is said to be only about two-thirds of the total distance traversed by Mr. Sewell since he became a sea-going engineer. There can be no doubt that within a measurable distance of time Russia will prove a formidable competitor of every cotton producing country, and there is also no doubt that the facilities she possesses for the production of cotton goods will ultimately enable her to enter into competition on something like equal terms with her rivals in foreign markets. It is only a few years ago that Russia was almost entirely dependent upon the United States for her supply of cotton, and in 1887 as much as $50,000,000 worth of American cotton was imported into the Czar’s empire. Since then, however, the foreign importation has fallen off, and the supply has been drawn from Central Asia, where the growing of cotton from American seed was inaugurated a few years ago. Last year nearly 40,000 tons of Turkestan cotton entered Russia over the Transcaspian Raiiwav. m

CHILDREN’S COLUMN.

A DEPARTMENT FOR LITTLE BOYS AND GIRLS. Something that Will Interest the Juvenile Members of Every Household Quaint Actions and bright Sayings of Cute Children.

Going to the Head. Swiftly past the rueful cla-s, With a skipping tread. Little Mary Ellen’s Going to the head. Roughly straying yellow locks, Ribbon lost at play. But she Is the one who spelled The word the proper way. Apron-strings that all untied Switch the dusty floor— Little, unkempt, heedless maid, Her victory counts the more. Quality Is In one’s self, After all Is said— Little Mary Ellen’s Going to the head. •-Mary E. Wilkins, in St. Nicholas,

Curing a Stingy Boy.

JIMMY was the stingiest little boy you ever knew. He couldn’t bear to give y away a cent, nor a z-jfa bite of an apple, nor )rl a crumb of candy. He couldn’t even *tT\bear to lend his sled, or his hoop, or skates. All his friends ¥ were very sorry he was so stingy, and

talked to him about it; but he couldn’t see any reason why he should give away what he wanted himself. “If I didn’t want it,” he would say, “p’r’aps I would give it away; but why should I give it awav when I want it myself?” “Because it is nice to be generous,” said his mother, “and to think about the happiness of other people. It makes you feel better and happier yourself. If you gave your sled to little ragged Johnny, who never had one in his life, you will feel a thousand times better watching his enjoyment of it than if you had kept it yourself.” “Well,” ■ said Jimmy, “I’ll try it.” The sled was sent off. “How soon shall I feel better?” he asked, by and by. “I don’t feel as well as I did when I had the sled. Are you sure I shall feel better ?” “Certainly,” answered bis mother; “but if you should keep on giving something away you would feel better all the sooner.” Then he gave away a kite, and thought he didn’t feel quite as well as before. He gave away a silver piece that he meant to spend for taffy. Then he said: “I don’t like this giving away things; it doesn’t agree with me. I don’t feel anv better. I like being stingy better.” v j Just then ragged Johnny came up the street dragging the sled, looking proud as a prince, and asking all the boys to take a slide with him. Jimmy began to smile as he watched him, and said: “You might give Johnny my old overcoat; he’s littler than I am, and he doesn’t seem to have one. I think—l guess—l know I’m beginning to feel ever so much better. I’m glad I gave Johnny my sled. I’ll give away something else.” And Jimmy has been feeling better ever since.— Our Little Ones Fanny and the Baby Pigs. It was a very frosty morning, and William came in with two poor little pigs that were almost stiff with the cold. They had come some time in the night, and their frivolous young mother had gone off aud left them in the long grass, where William had found them. They were too cold and weak even to squeal, and, although we thought there was not the slightest chance of their living, we put them in a bushel basket by the kitchen stove and covered them over with a piece of carpet. By-and-by they got warm and began to make themselves heard, and I have no doubt they thought (pigs do think) they had come into a selfish, stingy world, for they seemed to be trying to make us understand that they were very hungry. We had hard work to keep one little fellow in the basket, for he became so desperate he would jump out and run around the floor. William owned a lovely spaniel. Fannie her name was, and she bad three of the fattest, curliest little puppies about six weeks old. Fannie came into the kitchen, and when she heard the baby pigs squealing she was greatly distressed. She walked around the basket, sticking her nose in, and giving them an affectionate kiss now and then. Seeing this, her master said: “Now, Fannie, these little pigs have no mother, and they are just starving, and you must give them some dinner. ” So he made her lie down on the floor and gave her the two hungry strangers, and a more comical sight you never saw than pretty Fannie nursing those tiny white and liver spotted pigs. She licked them all over while they took their dinner, and when their hunger was satisfied they went to sleep. I think Fannie ought to have a medal for her kind-heartedness, for I am sure she knew thoy were not puppies; anyway, she knew they did not be.ong to her.— Detroit Free Press. Fean Bags. Probably the most of my readers have seen the game of beanbags, but in case some have not, I will briefly describe it. Take a board three feet long by ten inches wide, hinge to one end a piece one foot in length and secure it by hooks and eyes so that the two will stand upon the floor. Cut a hole in the slope about five inches square and three inches from the top. That is your target; now for the i ammunition. Have ten square red cotton bags prepared just large enough to hold half a pint of beans comfortably, and one of yellow cotton capable of bolding a whole pint. The latter is appropriately known as Jumbo. Place a mat on the floor five yards or more away from the board.

The players in turn take their stand upon the mat and try to throw the bags through the hole in the slope. Each red one that goes through counts 5. Jumbo is good for 10. If a bag stays on the board it counts nothing. If it falls to the floor or misses altogether 5 points must be deducted. This is the accepted method of scoring, but there is nothing to prevent its being modified in any way thought fit. Bides should be chosen and scorces carefully kept in order to have the most enjoyment from the game.

HYPNOTISM.

How the Science Was Demonstrated on a Georgia Train. A few weeks ago a well-known Philadelphian was traveling through Georgia in an exceedingly slow train. There were only two, other passengers in that car, and with one of these the Quaker City man engaged in conversation. After a while they got to talking about mind reading, and Mr. Blanke, of Philadelphia, expressed his disbelief in anything of the kind. “Maybe you don’t take any stock in hypnotism either?” suggested the young man. Mr. Blanke didn’t. “Well,” continued the other, “I am an expert hvpnotizer and can prove it. See that other passenger up in the corner?” Mr. Blanke looked and beheld a little old man, wearing a white felt hat, curled up in a seat, sound asleep. “Now,” said the young man, “I can hypnotize that old fellow so he will wake up when the conductor enters, knock him down, choke him, and throw his hat out of the window.” “I’ll bet SSO to sls that you can’t,” exclaimed the incredulous Philadelphian. The wager was accepted, the money was deposited with the solitary brakeman, and then the hypnotizer crept softly up to the sleeping passenger, waving his hands over the latter’s head and whispering the proper instructions. Then he took his seat beside Mr. Blanke. In a quarter of an hour the conductor entered the car and sang out, “Tickets!” The next second the elderly passenger awoke with a start and leaped into the aisle and struck the conductor under the left ear, knocking Mm flat to floor. Without wasting an instant he seized him by the throat, and before Mr. Blanke or the brakeman could come to the rescue the conductor’s hat was picked up and thrown out of an open window'. Suddenly the hypnotizer cried “Bight!” at the same time clapping his hands. The old man started, rubbed his eyes, and didn’t know what to make of the conductor’s anger until all was explained. The money was paid over to the hypnotizer and Mr. Blanke left the train at the next station. Then the old man and the conductor and the hypnotizer had a drink together and divided the SSO. “Worked him nicely, didn’t we?” observed the hypnotizer, as he whiffed the foam off his beard. “You bet!” ejaculated the old man. “I ll pick up my hat on the return trip,” concluded the conductor.—Philadelphia Press.

EMMA ABBOTT’S MONUMENT.

An Imposing Shaft Erected by Direction of the Date Singer at Gloucester, Mass. The handsomest mortuary memorial ever erected in any cemetery in the State of Massachusetts is now in process of construction and will be erected in the beautiful Oak Grove Cemetery of Gloucester, to mark the final resting place of Emma Abbott, the famous opera prima donna, and her husband, Eugene Wetherell. The memorial is of the gothic style of architecture, and its total height from the ground is 57 feet. Five massive granite steps lead from the ground to the floor of the canopy, and under this floor the ashes oi the famous songtress will be placed. The interior arrangement of the tomb is novel. The lower eompartmeiit contains the casket in which the body of Mr. Wetherell is incased; this "in turn is inclosed in a catacomb receptacle

of pure white marble, hermetically sealed, on top of which will be built a unique Columbarium to receive the remains of Mrs. Wetherell (nee Abbott). The heavy slab of Quincy granite composing the center piece of the floor will securely seal the receptacle. From the base up the memorial is to be of selected Westerly granite. The carved pillars supporting the three sections will be highly polished, while the remaining decorative work shown in the cut is to be carved in the rough, in high relief. The apex of the monument will be crowned by a carving of thc< lamp of life. This memorial was selected by Miss Abbott from a great number of designs submitted to her by the principal constructors of this class of work, both at home and abroad. The Legislature of Maryland will be asked soon to consider a bill for an act to impose a taT upon bachelors. It will be a practical revival of a statute ia force 100 years ago.

THE DINKLEMANS.

The Easiest Way May Be the Beat, bat Not Always the Most Enjoyable. “I am shust tired mid dose vindows,” said Jakey, bitterly.- “I cannot vash dem mid my hands und de ladder vill fall me down. Vat to do I know not.” Our young friend was making an effort to clean the windows of the store and the above conversation was addressed to his mother. Just then the old gentleman came out, and hearing what Jakey had said, answered: “My poy, don’t make von fool mit yourself. De easiest vay is alvays de best. Now, vot is de easiest vay to clean dot vindows? Vy, take a big tin cup und drow de vater up mid dem, ain’did?” “But,” answered Jakey, “I has me von sore arm. I can’t drow de vater so high.” “Oh, dot is monkey-doodle business. Do de vay I say und you pe all right.” Mr. and Mrs. Dinkleman went into the store and Jakey, left to himself, began to think it all over. “De easiest vay is de best, eh ? Vy de old man alvays puts his mouth mid my business ? I have me a sore arm, so vy he don’t do dot himself? But I will get me square!” When Jakey got through with the windows he began throwing the water up against the glass door. Inside he could see that his father was getting ready to go out. He would have to go through that door. It would not do to let him have a cup full of the water deliberately, so Jakey turned his back to the door as if he had finished, held the cup in his hand ready for action at a moment’s notice, and reflected on the window on the other side of the narrow street he pould see his father’s every movement. He saw him pull his silk hat further over his eyes; he saw him put his hand on the knob; he saw above all his chance to get even. Like a flash he turned without looking up, filled the cup and let the water fly in the direction of the door. It caught old Dinkleman square in the face. It blinded him. He threw out his hands to catch hold of something and his arms fell around the neck oi one of the clothing dummies. It fell over, but he still held on. Down the .steps and onto the sidewalk rolled the real man and the stuffed one. A crowd quickly gathered. “Help!” “Murder!” “He’s killing him!” “See how pale the little fellow is! ” Then a policeman ran up and endeavored to separate the contestants. He was so mad when he found out it was a dummy that he had mistaken for a murdered man that he wanted to arrest poor Dinkleman. The old f ello w slipped a $5 bill into his hand and the bluecoat scattered the crowd and Dinkleman went into the store, Jakey following. What followed we will have to guess'" at; but in a little while there was a good deal of noise in the Dinkleman house and it would be safe to bet that the young scoundrel could not satisfactorily explain how he came to “soak” his father, and the old man, working on the plan that “the easiest way is the best,” just “licked him quite soundly and sent him to bed.” —New York Mercury.

False Teeth Divided a Church.

At every meeting of the Congregational Sunday-school Superintendents some one tells a good story in illustration of some point which he wishes to bring out. The meeting last night in Berkely Temple took up again the topic that was left unfinished at the laet monthly meeting: “What Can the Sunday-school Learn fiom the Public School?” This subject gradually led up to the “Choice, Tenure, and Change of Teachers in the Sundayschool,” in which Mr. C. W. Carter spoke at length. His remarkes led to a very funny story by Mr. E. 0. Bullock. Mr. Carter spoke of the necessity of having good teachers as something which everyone admitted, but he recognized the fact that to get the best teachers was an exceedingly difficult thing. To change teachers often was a great injury to a school, and he thought, therefore, that it was often better to keep a teacher who was not strictly first-class rather than risk the alternative and hurt the teacher’s feelings deeply besides. Then Mr. Bullock arose. “There was once a country parish,” he said, “where the choir was led for a very long time by the wife of one of the deacons. For ten years she saDg acceptably to the people, and for several years more she did not siDg acceptably. Then it was made worse by her getting a set of false teeth. These teeth came out one day when she was singing, and the deacon’s wife didn’t like it. “The minister and the congregation didn’t like it, either. But the former was like Bro. Carter, and said we will wait a while. It would be too bad to hurt the feelings of the deacon’s wife. So he waited. The teeth came out a good many times during the next year or so, but the deacon’s wife still sung. When her teeth came out of course the congregation laughed. Finally the minister was obliged to do something. He decreed that if the deacon’s wife was to sing in the choir the congregation should stand back to the choir. “Some of the congregation complied, some didn’t. That created a division in the church. Neither side would yield an inch, and to-day there are two churches where there was then only one, all because the minister was afraid of hurting tho feelings of the deacon’s wife.”— Boston Herald. Signor Crispi’s fall, like Prince Bismarck’s, seems to have been primarily due to the disease known colloquially as big head. He got so that the slightest criticism affected him as a sort of sacrilege, and the Italian Chamber could no more stand this than the German Kaiser could. Sheet iron is rolled so thin at the Pittsburgh iron mills that 12,0J0 sheets are required to make a single inch in thickness. Light shines as readily through one of these sheets as it does through ordinary tissue paper.

WHAT GLOVES ARE MADE OF.

How the World I« Ransacked for Snitable Material. “Many of the gloves that are sold in this country under the comprehensive title of ‘kid,’ ” said a glove manufacturer, “are really made of goatskin. There is hardly a country in the world that does not supply some sort of materials which are made into gloves, and many of which pass for kid in the retail stores. The supply of kidskins of the finest quality is naturally limited. The greater part is absorbed in the manufacture of women’s gloves. Men’s gloves, therefore, are frequently made of fine lambskin, which is better than the second-rate kid. The genuine, fine kidskins are mainly of French origin, and those obtained from the mountain slopes of Southern Franceare world-famed for their excellence. All the best conditions of climate, air, and diet appear to unite in exaotly the degree required to secure perfection in this district. Nowhere else 'are the conditions equally favorable, although kidskins of great excellence are produced throughout the mountain ranges of Southern Europe. Their production is the principal industry among the mountaineers. “Great pains must be taken to secure the softness and delicacy of texture and freedom from blemish which form the value of the kidskins. The diet is the most important factor, and mother’s milk is required to keep the kid in perfect condition. If the animal is allowed to eat grass, its value declines, as the skin immediately begins to grow harder and coarser in texture. To keep the skin in perfect condition, the young kid is kept closely penned and carefully guarded against injury from scratches, bruises, and so on. -As soon as the kids have reached the age at which their skins are in the best condition for the glover, they are killed, and the skins are sold to traveling peddlers, who bear them to the great centers of the tanning industry at Grenoble, Annonay, Millmu, and Paris. “Fine lambskins are raised in great quantities in Southern Europe and throughout Hungary, Servia, Bulgaria, and Boumania. The American glovemakers buy most of their lambskins at Vienna and Muhlburg. “London is the chief market of all the miscellaneous skins. Here may be found the Gape sheepskins, tough and durable, from the Cape of Good Hope; colt and calfskins from Buenos Ayres and other cities of South America; hogskins from Mexico and Brazil; antelope from India, Brazil, Colorado, and Africa. Of late years many of these skins have been brought directly to New York, and American buyers no longer find it necessary to go to London. While fine lambskins are the staple in men’s gloves, coltskins are rapidly coming into favor, and fine calfskins j are also extensively used. Each has a grain peculiar to itself, which, while not visible to the ordinary buyer, can be instantly perceived by the expert. “Calfskins are good-looking, soft,and pliable, but are apt to crack. This fault is not found in coltskins, which are durable and handsome, and in many respects make model gloves. The wrinkles are objectionable, but these disappear when the glove is on the hand. The ‘jacks’ of Venezuela contribute the majority of deerskins at present. The castor comes from the antelopes of the West. Heavy leather gloves are obtained from elks. Hogskins are used to a moderate extent. Patnas or Calcutta ox hides are also used. “Every invoice of heavy skins contains more oi 1 less curosities, and the kind of leather that will be evolved from a stray moose, muskox, llama, or kangaroo skin depends upon the f.kins that accompany it. Dogskins are occasionally made up into gloves, but their use is very uncommon. Everything that goes by the name of dogskin nowadays is likely to be Cape sheep. Batskin gloves are about as frequent as rat sautes in Chinese laundres.”— New York Sun.

YOUR UNCLE SAMUEL.

How He Looked at One Time and How He Looks Now. There was a time when we looked something like this:

And sometimes, in our little family differences, we may appear thus:

But when it comes to fighting foreigners we are just like this:

And there are no flies observable on our countenance, either. Do vou want a larger map. Premier De Ituddygore? —Cincinnati Commercial Gazette. There are nearly 25,000 school teachers in Pennsylvania.