Democratic Sentinel, Volume 20, Number 27, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 10 July 1896 — Page 7

Where Woman's Time Goes.

“Please state to the court exactly what yon did between 8 and 9 o’clock on Wednesday morning,” said a lawyer to a delicate-looking woman on the witness stand. “Well,’’ she said, after a moment’s reflection, “I washed my two children and got them ready for school and sewed a button on Johnny’s coat, and mended a rent in Nellie’s dress. Then I tidied up my sitting room and made two beds and watered my house plants, and glanced over the morning paper. Then i dusted my parlor and set things to rights in it, and washed some lamp chimneys and combed my baby’s hair, and sewed a button on one of her little shoes, and then I swept out my froinit entry and brushed and put away the children’s Sunday clothes, and wrote a note to Jimmy’s teacher asking her to excuse him for not being at school On Friday. Then I fed my canary bird and gave |hp grocery man an order, add swept off the back porch, and then I sat down and rested a few minutes before the clock struck 9. That's all.” “All!” said the dazed lawyer. “Excuse me, judge; I must get my breath before I call the next witness.”

HEEDLESS WOMEN.

■key Pay a Sad Penalty for Their Neglect. If women only heeded first symptoms—nervousness, backache, head**e, lassitude, loss of appetite and

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Jessie Findley is the champion girl cowboy of the West. She is only IT years old, but as a horse-breaker she has no rivals among her own sex, and bat few among the sterner sex. She Is a product of Oklahoma. She has lived an outdoor life always, and the broncho does not buck that she fears tb tackle. On one occasion she rode 250 miles in five days, and wore out the men who accompanied her. At another time she

rode her pony into the North Canadian River when it was bank full, and swanl across. Not one of her male companions dared to follow her lead. She has great success in taming bucking ponies which male riders can do nothing with. She seems to have a hypnotic influence over them they can not resist. Although possessing all the reckless daring of the cowboy, Miss Findley takes delight in the feminine fancies natural to a .girl of her age, dresses tastily, and Vs not averse to frills and pretty ribbons.

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A good laugh is sunshine in a house. —Thackeray. In law nothing is certain but the expeuse.—S. Butler. The envious man grows lean at the excess of his neighbor.—Horace. Angling is somewhat like poetry; men are to be born so.—lzaak Walton. The devil owes much of his success to the fact that he is always on hand. Who plays for more than he can lose with pleasure stakes his heart.—Herbert. Sow good services; sweet remembrances will grow from them.—Mine, de Stael. Some who affect to dislike flattery may yet be flattered indirectly by a well-seasoned abuse aud ridicule of their rivals.—Colton. Those who make us happy are always thankful to us for being so; their gratitude is the reward of their benefits.—Mine. Swetchine, The spirit of a person's life is ever shedding some power, just as a flower Is steadily bestowing fragrance upon the air.—T. Starr King. Time’s gradual touch lias moldered into beauty many a tower, which, when It frowned with all its battlements, was only terrible.—Mason. Of what use is genius, if the organ is too convex or concave, and can not find a focal distance within the actual horizon of human life.—Emerson. The angels may have wider spheres of action, may have nobler forms of duty, but right with them and with us is one and the same thing.—Chapin. Some decent, regulated pre-eminence, some preference (not exclusive appropriation) given to birth, is neither unnatural nor unjust nor impolitic.— Burke. Nothing more powerfully argues a life beyond this than the failure of ideals here. Each gives us only fragments of humanity, of heart, of mind, of charity, of love and of virtue.— Anon.

“Interested in a trolley company?” asked a stranger in a little interior town of a man who had been expatiating upon its merits. “Not a cent's worth,” replied the advocate of the overhead wire. “Live here?” asked the stranger next “Not on your life. I wouldn't live here if you would give me the whole town.” “But you’re working mighty hard for something. What is. it If 1 The trolley advocate looked around to see that no one was in hearing distance, and then drew the strangeg up in the shadow of a building. •’ “I’ll tell you how It you'll keep mum,” he said. The stranger promiseded. “I'm employed by a rival town to get the trolley here. The other town has been trying for three ykirs- to get the lead in population, and has made up its mind that the only hope is in killing off some of the people here. That’s why I’m trying to introduce the trolley. See?”—Chicago Post. Pueblo Chieftain: The meter, if not the alliteration, of Cripple Creek’s .“million a month” of output has been spoiled. The work done in this month of January already shows that ’•million” has been changed to “million and a half.”

This Cowboy Is a Girl.

May Prove Interesting.

The Towns Were Rivals.

CHAFTER I. A steep gray wall of limestone, polished like marble in some parts by the wash of the waves; a smooth pavement °f Beasand forming the floor of the irregular, horseshoe of the bay; to the .north a jutting rocky henilinud, weed-drsped aud wild; to the south a cavemed cliff, scooped into fantastic grottoes by the impact of many thousand tides; in front a dark blue line, where tile summer sea seemed to lie asleep. Such, was the scene. It was a pretty spot enough. The Norsemen who had drawn up their pirate there of bid had called the place Odin’s Horseshoe. It lay convenient for the purpose of their forays, siuee there was a gentle slope at one point, leading to a deft ip, the towering cliff wall, up which'a broad path, almost a road, gave easy access to the fertile country inland. Jpstjftboye high*-wafer mark, seated on a.fragment of rock, reading,, was a young woman, neatly' attireif, an empty child’s carriage beside hfcr, rind a child’s form discernible at some little distance, playing among the loose sand-heaps tfttd shallow pools haunted by tiny crabs and starfish left behind by the ebb-tide, that lay between her and the black promontory that stretched grimly out to seaward. The novel which the girl was reading was to ail appearance a deeply interesting one, since she seldom found time to throw a cursory glance at hey charge, now straying and playing afar off among the pools and the rocks, while as regarded the signs of the weather she was utterly blind and heedless. The day was fine. Yet the wind had freshened. There was a darkling line to seaward, that, to experienced eyes, boded mischief. But sometimes such warnings are thrown away. The wind gained strength; so did the tide. Tile cloud-bank crept stealthily on. Hoarser aud louder grew the noise of the waves; the great sea was coming in with swifter, longer strides than were common. Little of all this recked thotfrirl, too much absorbed in the sorrows ofiin imaginary heroine to heed the anger of the coming storm. Higher and higher, like a wrathful snake upreared, rose tile foamy crests of each pellucid wave. Louder grew the moan of the breeze, hoarser the sullen splash of the breakers. Yet she read on complacently. Further and further yet, the tiny figure had strayed away from the side of the careless attendant. Still unobserved, unnoticed, the richly-dressed child strayed oa, nearer, ever nearer to the tumultuous sea. The distance rapidly lessened. The tide came on, swift and strong, like an attacking army flushed with success. At last the girl who had been reading so long upon the solitary shore lifted her head, aud let the hook she had been holding drop upon her knee. What had scared her was a sound, terrible and sudden almost as the trumpet-call of an avenging angel. The noise came from the right hand, where the cliffs approached most closely to the sea. Those who have heard the tide break into St. Guthlac’s Cave seldom forget the hoarse, hollow roar with which, through fissure and cranny high above, the tortured air is forced out of the grotto by the rush of hurrying water. The waves had reached it now, aud hence the clamor and confused medley of sound, as if of human voices crying aloud in due extremity of terror or of pain. For an instant or two the girl stared stupidly at the sudden turmoil of sea and storm, hut then a thought occurred to her that stung her to the quick, aud In u moment she was on her feet. Ihe child! the child!” she exclaimed, with white lips, as she darted iorward. The footprints guided her to a broad and shallow pool. Beyond there was a belt of small pebbles that bore no mark, hut far away the traces were again dimly visible, half effaced by the water that had oozed through the low-lying sand. Hurrying forward in breathless haste, as if to meet the fast-advancing sea, she reached the place where yet the footmarks could be seen, and with haggard eyes ■ gazed around. But she could see nothing but the white waves rolling in, leaping hungrily around, us if intent on prey. The child? where, where was the child? The girl was not bravj; beyoud the average of her sex aud her class, but now her nerves were strung to an unusual tension, aud she pressed on where many a stout-hearted man would have quailed. Behind lay safety; in front was the terrible sea. On she went. There were the tiny footsteps ever and anon as a guide, straying, wandering, devious, but always trending toward the bleak, storm-swept headland that jutted forth to sea.[ There, in front, was the promontory, like a great black wall, shutting out all view of the coast toward the north —hard to be climbed by a ’hold and strong man; inaccessible, no doubt,, to a woman or a child. A giant now could pot have rounded the point. But there had been a tongue of dry sand long ago visible beyond the black stones, and even the tottering steps of heedless infancy might then have achieved what was beyond the compass of earthly strength and daring. All unconscious of the imminence of danger, the seeker pressed on. There was something touching in the girl’s Utter abnegation of fear, as. With the splashing Water bathing her feet, aud the shrill cry of the wild sett-mows ringing in her ears, she tracked tile, little footprints 01 her lost charge. She was knee-deep in the’ rush of frothy, bubbling whiteness, arid' struggled hard to make her way toward where, on a dry patch of■ high-lying sand slope, the little footmarks might yet be seen. In came the tide like a mill race. The water deepened rapidly, and the girl reeled, threw up her arms, and made a despairing effort to scramble up the sand hank. A great wave came rolling in. and she was torn away front her foothold, and washed, helpless as a dead leaf upon a river’s current, into (he foamy reflux of the billow. No doubt she cried aloud, hut the harsh, complaining shriek of the hovering sea-gull, the howl of the gale, aud the roar of the waves drowned her feeble voice as she was swept away amid the breakers. CHARTER 11. . “Northward ho! Hurrah! Drink about, mates! Here’s luck!” bawled out a rough voice. 11s a rough man half rose to his sea-hooted feet, and flourished aloft a tin pannikin. “Anti here's to the captain, with three times three aud a cheer over!’’ “Hark to Lincolnshire Bill!” echoed half K dozen more. "Captaia Obadiah Jedsou and his luck!”

A LOYAL LOVE

BY J. BERWICK HARWOOD.

I And up went six, or more than air, mugs and tin pannikins to the lips of their respective owners; but there was no cheering. jierhaps because in deeper ahd more ringing tones, a powrifful voice struck in: "“Drink my health, (ads and lasses, if ye think fit; only he sober and sparing in your cups, since we have a long march before us, and work on the morrow. But drink not to luck, if yqu love me, as youpffd with my mini?. Jfcfow. often am 1 to tell you that luck, as ypu ignorantly call it, is of another world, not,this?—-ithat it is lopt as a loan, pot given as a gift—and that, if rashly riioristcil'of ot untliank.ully taken, it is ns tirrifairy golf we’ve most of us heard tell of- When we were bairns in the ingle-nook, and; like fairy gold, will turn to dust and withered ivy leaves on our hands?” d* i i: The speaker—a man of almost gigantic height, hut gaunt aud lean—was standing erect beside the crackling fire of thorns and wreck-wood, aud thus fprpied the central figure of as strange n group as ever Salvator Rosa drew. Ttterb were sixteen or seventeen of them in (dSI, men and women, scattered in attitude»more ojr less picturesquftMp(e(bng n cluster of dry sand hills. oTcfgrowll with roods, just above high-watW? miojtr and. a little to the northward ooi[»Th»dlnnd of weeddraped rocks that ihrost itself boldly forward into tjje son, quite intercepting any prospect or the shore (hat lay beyond, 'ln some partg'fif Bhfelhhd such’a set of wayfarers would hath been a living puzzle, liable to the gravest suspieibns; but from Tweed to Lowestoft, criast-gunrds-ineu nnd police know them for nothihg worse than Obadiah Jedsou’s gang of jethunters. No gang on the Yorkshire coast was quite so, famous or so prosperotut na.thnt which hailed Obadiah Jedsou as its captaip; and, indeed, its prosperity was-large-l.v do? to hiß extraordinary skill, or, as was generally averred, to his remarkable gipod fortune. “Why, whatever now!” “How cqrno it here, mates?” “And all nlofie, 11 tod!” “Just as if dropped frne the moon!” The object of these comments was n tiny, a wry,tiny hoy, richly dressed, who stood at the edge of the natural circle, or hollow, within which the jet, hunters hold their wild bivouac, and gazed with great solemn eyes at the strange group below. Seldom, perhaps, has there been a more beautiful child than this, as ho stood wonderingly, with his dark brown hair falling in heavy curls, and with such a face us is more often seen on a painter's canvas than in real life. “It's just a fairy elf!” muttered a Northumbrian, who had not shaken off the Border superstitious of his infancy. “More like one of the angels out of heaven! ’ indignantly rejoined the woman with the yellow turban knotted around her sleek dark hair. “Saw ever any one a fairer hit of a bairn thing? and what brings the pretty darling here alone, so near the cruel sea, and a storm coming on, too?” “Peace nil!” said the captain of the gang, and, stalking slowly to the highest part sf the ridge, shaded his keen eyes and took a long survey of the muds, and of a narrow and difficult path tlnit led in zigzag fashion up to the Miff. No signs of human presence could he detected anywhere. Nothing could he more utterly piteously nlone than the child seemed to he. Yet he showed no sign of fear. High above him stoou the towering form of the captain of the jet hunters, looking down, with unusual softness in his dark eyes, at the little intruder on his bivouac. Unusually soft, too, was Obadiah Jedson’s deep voice as he said gently, “Young Aaster—my dear—will you come with me—away out of the rain?” The child looked up doubtfully, and for a moment seemed about to cry. But Obadiah, gaunt and wild to look upon, had yet one of those faces that children Instinctively confide in, so the boy clasped his tiny white fingers around the lenu brown one nnd permitted himself to he led unresisting to the neighborhood of the fire, where nll'the members of the hand gathered round him in a ring. “Belongs to gentlefolks if ever a bairn did!” "More like u lord, wi’ his tine clothes, an’ those fearless eyes of his, like a lion's.” “How came he here, though, on the sands, by himself?” was a very general question, and the query was one which was easier to ask than to reply to. “What is your name, little master?” asked the tall cuptaiu. “Don,” answered the hoy readily, hut with a grave sort of wonder, ns. if it were surprising that a man of Obadiah Jedson's stature should be ignorant of so rudimentary a fact. “Do they call you nothing bu,t Don, my dear?” inquired the captain, -softly and patiently—^"no othbr name, I mean,” he explained. ;r, The child shook,lds jjeauUful head, on which the brown Curlri glistened silken. “Always Don,” he made answer. “But is it a Christian name, or else asurname?’)’ asked (the woman <with the yellow kerchief twisted round her sleek head. “Sometimes Master Don,” he answered, half petulantly. “Nurse says that; papa never. I want to go home.” And then he began to sob, aud it was necessary to Soothe aud comfort him. Then he seemed to he tired, and bungr.v, pgrhaps; and Keziah, the woman with the yellow handkerchief, tied turbanwise around her head, drew him underneath the rough screpn of tarpaulin, and brought on a platter some of the steaming food from tin* gypsy,,cqlilroq,, and, with some trouble,, coaxed, him to oat;, after which he grq.vy drowsy, nnd lay on the rush-covered side of the sand-hill asleep, while a council was held to deliberate about his fate. Many and wild were the guesses that were hazarded as to the manner in which this little waif of the Yorkshire sea la-ach had come to he in the neighborhood of the bivouac. Shipwreck was more than once suggested; hut this wus laughed to ■corn. “The boy hadn’t a wet thread upon him,” said cue of tlie most experienced of the gang. "So, no; there's been guilery here.” “Guilery!” echoed the woman, horrified, but with a pleasant sort of horror. "What sort of guilery. when it's about a lad bairn like this, Measter Saunders?” Measter Saunders, who was esteemed among the hunters «f jet as an oracle second only to the captain, nodded his head solemnly. “There's cheatery o’ more sorts than oue,” was his mysterious verdict; “and it’s not the first time babies have got smothered in Towers o’ London-; nor yet young innocents that stood between somebody and broad lands and gold

guineas been put out o' the way like this, comrade*.” After this oracular remark the sleeping child was eyed, especially by the women, with even more of woudering interest and of respectful curiosity than before. But still no progress was made toward solving the knotty paint of hi* immediate disposal. At last Obadiah Jedson knocked out the ashes of his pipe, -rose to his feet, and stretched out hi* lengthy arm, with much the air and bearing of some grim, preaching corporal of Cromwell’s scarletcoated cuirassiers. “Lads and lassies,” commenced the captain, “many's the time and oft that it has been borne in me to chide the speaker of idle words concerning the thing that ye, in your simplicity, • call luck; and mainly when, in your good will toward your old leader, you linked it with mention of me —of me! as if a poor, miserable, blinded worm, that is less than the least, had-power to heal or hurt, or could insure good seasons and a well-stocked cupboardBut one thing I do know, that when what yon call luck, and what the ltomans of old time knew by the grander name of the Diva Fortunn, knocks at the door, it bodes ill for those who linger to lift the latch and fling open the hquse to the guest. We will take this child with us;, he shnll eat of our bread and drink of our cup; and so, with heaven’s help, shall never the meal of meat nor the horn of ale fail us. Here’s my niece, Kezin, that’s a widow, a* you know, and has had bairns of her own, aud knows the ways of children,, to; care tor the lost little oue when these hands art busy witli pick and shovel; and in the long winter evenings I can teach him a bit of the bookeraft that helps a lad far on the up-hill road of life. So now, mates, get ready, and northward lu>!” They set forth on‘their northward march, climbing in Indian flic the steep and difficult path which nseended the cliff, with the sureuess of foot which practice affords. Obadiah, their captain, brought up the rear, heodfitlfy carrying the boy in his huge arms, half sheltered from the rain by the loose jacket of coarse blue' Guernsey cloth that the jet hunter wore. ,Little Don was still .slumbering. Opee be had awakened from his sleon, byt seeing Obadiah looking smilingly %wtfupon him, he had yielded again to lassitude, and was soon trustfully unconscious whither his new and strange protector was bearing him along the storm-lashet) shore. (To be continued.)

Absorbed.

The bibliophile’s passion for rare books lias always boon a fruitful theme for the humorist, but the engrossing charms of the chase were never more amusingly set forth than in the following anecdote of the Rev. Mr. Brand, one of the most noted book-hunters in England: Oue Friday afternoon, while Mr. Brand was roaming in tho neighborhood of Ids church in the tyist End of London, Ills eye fell on the shop of u Jew bookseller which he had not before noticed, and lie was astonished to see there a number of black-letter volumes exposed for sale. But the sun was rapidly going down, and the Jew, loath to be stoned by Ids neighbors for breaking the Sabbath, was hastily Interposing the shutters between tbe eyes of tbe clergyman and the coveted books. “Let me look at them Inside,” said Mr. Brand. “I will not keep you long.” “Impossible,” replied the Jew. “Sabbath will begin,iu five minutes, and I absolutely cannot be drawn Into sueli a breach of divine law. But if you choose to come early on Sunday morning I will reserve them for you, and you may see them at your leisure.” The reverend gentleman accordingly turned up at 8 o’clock on Sunday morning. Intending to remain until church time, ns he hnd to do duty that day. The literary treasures were more numerous than he expected, and he examined the rare productions of celebrated presses and purchased so freely that his treasures soon began to assume considerable proportions. He was Interrupted, however, by the Jewess calling out to her husband, "Dinner Is ready!” “Dinner!” exclaimed the parson, with a start. “At what hour do you dlneV” “At 1 o’clock,” she replied. He looked at his watch. It was too true. He hastened to his church. The congregation hnd dispersed, much concerned at the absence of their worthy pastor, who, according to Ids biographer, atoned in the evening by unwonted eloquence for his uupremedJ.' tated prank of the morning.

The Inventor of the Safety Wheel.

The stupendous growth of bicycling since the “safety” and the pneumatic tire were invented is illustrated by a statement which comes from London, where an international exhibition of horseless carriages, motors and motor industries is to be held, beginning and continuing during May, June, July am! August. The Queen and the Trlnce of Wales are the patrons of the exhibition, and the chairman is 11. J. Lawson, who twenty years ago originated the bicycle, which is now iu almost universal use, and known as the “safety.” Last year a banquet was given to Mr. Lawson by the mayor of Coventry and by the chief firms of cycle manufacturers of the country, fit which he.das presented a testimonial congratulating' him upon being the original inventor of the chain-driving safety, and a magnificent gold watch was left with him as, a souvenir. The Bicycling News says that, thanks to Mr. Lawson’s Invention, over 500,000 machines are turned out annually by British manufacturers, and an equal number or more in the United States, France and Germany, and it can be justly claimed that >lr. Lawson has placed something like $50,000,000 in the pockets of cycle manufacturers, steel merchants, iron founders, wire drawers, rubber works and the leather trades. Mr. Lawson Was asked how lie came to patent the safety. and he laughingly pointed to.himself and said: "I am a very little man and I wanted to ride a bicycle ns well as the rest, and so I had one cut dowil to suit me. I may say that my short legs have made uiy fortune.” So the popular safety is the outcome of one small man to construct, not “a bicycle built for two,” but a machine to accommodate his own diminutive proportions —New York Press.

A Byzantine Princess.

An interesting ceremony took plac« recently in the Greek Church at Bay 8water (London). The Princess Cristofero, a lady who claims descent from the last Byzantine emperor, and who is consequently heiress to his throne and honors, was received into the,orthodox religion with considerable state. It never hurts truth any to be slapped la the face.

Humbert's Generosity.

King Humbert, in the name of himself, or Queen Margherita, and of the pnnees of the royal family of Italy, has given to for the families of the dead and wounded soldiers In Africa the sum of 4,000,000 francs. This sum is to be distributed without distinction between the Italian (tnd native soldiers, who fought side by side against the Abyaslnlans. King Humbert has also expressed his Intention of furnishing. If necessary, another sum of 1.000,000 francs, In hts name and that of the Queen, to be divided among the wounded.

An Appeal for Assistance.

The man who is chsrltsbl* to himself will listen to the mute appeal for aatlataoce made by hla stomach, or bis liver, In the ahape of dtvera dyspeptic qualms and uneasy aensattuua In tbe regions of the glauda that secrete hla bile. Hostetter'a Stomach Bitters, my dear air, or madam—as the case may be—ls wtot you require. Hasten to UM, If you are tr#ubla<4. with Ueurlburn. wind In the stomach. or note that your akin or the whiles of your eye* are taking a aallow hue. Concerning the Summer Girl. "It was the pleasantest summer I ever spent.” , “And you didn’t marry her after all?” “Xo." “Why not?’ “Because I had had such a pleasant summer." , .

Homeseekers' Excursions South.

On the 13th and 10th of June, also July 0,7, lit) ami ill, and several dates during August, September aud October, the Chicago aud .Eastern Illinois ltailroad will sell Brit-class round-trip tickets, good 111 days from date of sale, for one fare, plus $2.00, fbr the round trip, to all points in Florida and the South. Trucks, trains, time all the best. For further information address C. IV. Humphrey, X’. I’. A., St. Paul, Minn. City ticket ofliee, 182 Clark street, or Gc L. Stone, ! G. P. St T. A., Chicago, , It takes some men a long time to And out that they can never get rich by keeping all they get.

Hall’s Catarrh Cure.

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You Will realize the greatest amount of good In the shortest time anil at the least expense by taking Hood’s Sarsaparilla Tbe One True lllood rurlfler. Alt druggists. sl, Hood’s Pills are easy to take, easy to operate.

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