Democratic Sentinel, Volume 15, Number 27, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 24 July 1891 — Page 4 Advertisements Column 2 [ADVERTISEMENT]

unanimous vote of the conference. Thli is about right and proper. A religious privateer has no more busineNT cruising under the honorable flag of a respectable seot than the pirate of the seas has under the ensign of an enlightened nation. Let Small continue his dootrinal piracy under the blaok flag, if continue he must.

Did you ever stop to think how far a touch of ill-nature travels? If you speak crossly to a man, he will show his anger in talking to the next man, who will pass his irritation on to another, and it will keep on traveling, affecting dozens of people, until it strikes some very good-natured person, who will stop it by laughing at it. It would be very pleasant if every man who gets angry could remember thie, but no man who is angry remembers anything but his wrath.

Philadelphia has been a jest foi many a year on account of its slowgoing ways, and there is ground for all the flings that have been made at it. It is only now. when one may see in the east the flush that precedes the dawn of the twentieth century, that a free library is assured to that city. Even this is based upon a bequest, and a bequest of $150,000. If the people of the Quaker City had been given a better oportunitv -to educate themselves, they might not have deposited their money in the Keystone Bank,

A colony of twenty-five Poles sailed from New York recently for their old homes, stating that they were disappointed with the country. They had been told that it was studded with gold mines, and free homes were ready for them with easy ways to make money. They thought they were coming to a sort of Eden, where they had only to pick the fruits. Those who were responsible for their coming ought to pay their way back. This country is not adapted to the easy-going people who do not know what it means to hustle.

The figuring of ocean records has come to be an exact science. The friends of the White Star steamer Majestic are jubilant over the fact that she has made the highest average daily run across the ocean, and that if she had followed the same course from Queenstown traversed by the City of Paris when the latter made her record which still stands, she would have beaten the latter by about fourteen minutes. Persons in haste to make the crossing will doubtless be attracted to the Majestic, but fourteen minutes in 3,090 miles or so is not practically a very serious matter.

How we admire the man who can buy a pound of baef-steak without torturing the busy clerk wPh his reasons for buyiog a pound, and his reasons for buying beef instead of pork or mutton, and the reason he is buying it instead of his wife, and how he likes steak cooked, and when he intends to eat it, and who refrains from telliog his opinions of steak in general. How we admire that kind of man, and how seldom we see him. The average man thinks that no one in the world has anything else to do but to listen to what he intends to do, and his reasons for doing it. How few men there are in the world who know enough to transact their business a 3 speedily as possible.

A lot more foolish people have gone off prying about the icebergs to find and bring home the north pole or a splinter of it. • It may be all right, and laudable, and brave, but the pole isn’t going to do anyone any good if they do find it, and the chances are that some of the members of the expedition will be left up there so stiff and cold in death that they won’t even be able to arise at the forthcoming sound of the final trump. The rest will have frozen ears and chilblains, and things anyhow, and the whole affair is decidedly expensive. If anybody is dying to explore, why don’t he explore around some plaoe where he may find something of value.

More than one brave fellow will go down to his death this summer in river, pond, and sea. In the van went a 13-year-old New York “kid.” Patsy Connery was his name. He “played hookey” from school, took his soul-stirring harmonica, went to the doc'c and made the other “kids” dance. But Patsy’s tunemaker got flirted into the river, and promptly Patsy jumped in after it. But there was mud there, and then the swell of a passing boat banged him against another boat. Then Patsy, coming up the last time, shouted to the “kids” on the dock: “Don’t let ’em take me body home if I drown. It’ll make mudder feel bad. Take me to de undertaker’s shop.” Then Patsy went down, and that was all. A sad story with a moral comes from Aurora, 111., Forty years ago a young lady, now Mrs. King Hammond, and a young man named Welch were engaged to be married. Opposition of parents prevented the match, and Welch went away to Texas, where he has sipce resided. But a continuous correspondence has been kept up, and recently the couple decided to pass their declining days together. Mr. Welch came on to Aurora, accordingly, but when his intended saw him she fainted away and refused to have anything to do with him. Instead of the rosy, athletic youth from whom she bad parted a lifetime before, and of whom she had been dreaming all these years, there stood before her a bald, wrinkled, toothless old man. Perhaps, as Mr. Welch has found it impossible to remain always a young man, it is just as well that he never married his first love.