Daily Wabash Express, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 25 August 1889 — Page 3

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TO A SEA MEW.

uur dreams have wings that falter Our hearts bear hopes that die For thee no dream could better A lire no fears may fetter, A pride r.o care can alter.

That wots not whence or why: Our dreams have wings that falter. Our hearts bear hopes that die.

With Joy more fierce and sweeter Than love we deem divine. Their lives, by time untarnished, Are girt about and garnlMhed, Who match the wave's full m-tre

And drink the wind's wild wine With joy more fierce and sweeter Than Joys we deem divine. Ah. well were forever,

Wouldst thoutchange lives with me, And take my soul's wild honey. And give me back thy sunny Wild eyes that weary never,

Arid wings that search the sea? Ah. well were I forever, Wouldst thou change lives with ine?

AI.OKKNON CHAKLKri SWIMBCK.N'K.

DOWN HILL ON TANDEM.

"I say, Hen," cried Mel Howard, springing into my room at the academy, get on your clothes quick, there's—"

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of the door drowned the

rest of the sentence, and

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footsteps

could be heard retreating rapic1ly down the hall. "There's fire around here" was my hasty thought.

With vest on wrong Bide out, hat hanging on one ear, collar snapping like the star-spangled banner on a windy day, coat sticking, straight out behind, I fell half way down the stairs, tore out of the front door—to find ray chum contentedly chewing gum on the gate-post, while waiting for my appearance. "Takes you an awful long time," he growled. "Where's the (ire? Where is it?" I gasped. "Nobody said anything about a fire," was the cool reply. "How much money have you got?"

I stopped appalled at this question. "Was this what he wanted when he called me in such a hasty manner?"

I looked at him closely to see if he was in his right mind, and finding he was, mechanically thrust my hand into my pocket and drew forth a dime. "Is that all you've got left out of your quarter's allowance?" he inquired in tones of astonishment. "I forgot I hud that, or—" "You'd have bought that tainted fishpole of Davis yesterday," he finished. "Well, I knowyou can put up twen£ylive, and I have got twenty-two fifty. I think we can rake up two and a half among the boys." "But what is it all about?" I asked in bewilderment. "Didn't I tell you when I called you that there's a fellow over at the hotel with a tandem for sale?" "A tandem I" .I repeited in dismay. "Now, Mel, what "Oh, yes what do we want with a tandem? Maybe we want it for scrapiron! I am informed that it is a device like a tricycle, designed to carry two persons—you and I, for instance. You

Baid

last week you wished you had something to make the fellows envious. Now, here's your chance."

Did I go into the scheme? To be sure I did, head over heels. While he started out to "rake up" $'2f0 I returned to my room to linish my hasty toilet. "Are you sure he'll take$50?" I asked, as I joined him a few moments later. "He'll have to, if he sells it to us," was the wise reply. "Here, you take charge of the chinck and I'll do the talking." "Mr. Morton's not up yet," replied the ollicious clerk, in response to Mel's inquiry for the gentleman who possessed such a wonderful piece of mechanism as a tandem.

After a tedious wait of fifteen minutes, he called to Mel and pointed to a gentleman standing near the parlor door as the party we wished to see. "Well, yes. I've got a tandem for sale," he said slowly after a few preliminary remarks had been exchanged, eyeing us with a view of making certain calculations on our combined capital.

II was on the top floor. "There it is," remarked Mr. Morton cautiously, as he threw open the door of a small room and pointed to a live-foot concern standing in one corner, the light from the window glistening on its polished nickel and enamel. "It's ball bearing all around, with automatic Hteering bicycle handles, iuch drivers, 20 inch steering wheel," he went on glibly. "Axle is driven from the center by two detachable chains and sprocket whoele, fitted with an automatic balance gear, composed of three bevel wheels and a shaft, by which the power is equally transmitted to both wheels. (Pause for breath.) "It has linen need but few times original cost, S-.!00 will take Sl'H). What do you think of the bargain?"

We had been examining the machine, but at the mention of the price our hands came oil' simultaneously. One hundred and tifty dollars! If he had said 61,"00 our surprise could not have been greater. "Hem!" said Mel, anxiously, looking very comically at me over the machine. "Is that the least you'll take?" "Oh. I couldn't take lees than that!" replied Mr. Morton decidedly. "What's the reasons for selling?" 1 inquired, running my hands over the tires to keep up appearance, seeing he looked at us rather astonished.

They were cut in a great many places, showing it had been run rather recklessly, if used but few times. "Never mind the reasons for selling," answered Mr. Morton, sharply. "It has nothing to do with the sale."

Neither uoticed the short reply, or perhaps we would have thought twice before proceeding. "We'll give you $T0 that's the best we cau do," was Mel's oiler.

Oh. he couldn't do it! Why, it cost two tifty but, after twenty minutes' arguing and numerous false starts for the door, lie suddenly changed his mind, accepted the iOO, and we became the lmppy possessors of a tandem. "Mr. Brooke, the proprietor, strenuously objected to my bringing it in," said Mr. Morton, as he counted the money before placing it in his pocket, "so he may object to your taking it out, as"'— •'Oh, no, he won't!" burst in the impetuous Mel. "I know Mr. Brooks." "Oh, very well!" he replied, with a peculiar

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as he picked up a valise.

"1 hope you will have no serious trouble." "None at all," 1 responded, cheerfully.

And then his footsteps died away down the hall. After a great deal of "see-sawing" we got it through the door. I carried the front, Mel the back, and down the stairs we went. All went well until we reached the bottom flight, leading through the otlice, when we received a startling check.

"Hold on there!" shouted Mr. Brooke, hurrying across the office. "Where are you going with that machine?" "Home," was our intrepid answer, in one voice. "I guess not!" was the emphatic response. "I've got a §30 board bill tacked onto that vehicle."

I felt a sickening sensation come over me. Thirty dollars more—$80. What next? Everything swam for an instant then I was aroused by Mel's awe-struck voice from above: "I say, Ben, can we stand it?"

Involuntarily I glanced back at the shining enamel and glittering nickel. Its silent persuasive powers were too much. "Of course we'll have to stand it!" I burst forth. "Then here goes," was the mournful reply.

And once more we descended. Mel was a brilliant conversationalist but it took our combined oratorical powers and the signing of two notes, each for $15, before Mr. Morton would consent to let the machine pass oyer the door sill. "No wonder Morton changed his mind and let us have it," cried Mel, indignantly as we pushed it into the street. "Eighty dollars is all its worth." "And hoped we'd have no serious trouble," I added, sarcastically.

Then we mounted, I in the front saddle, Mel afoot higher behind. What a sensation we created, spinning down the smooth streets.

How our hearts did beat with 1G yearsold boyish pride, as we noted people stop to stare after us but how quickly they sank when a crowd of small boys gave chase! "Don't hit 'em wid de rock, Johnny," pleaded a voice from an alley.

We both dodged, to escape the imaginary missle, to be greeted with boisterous laughter.

Then followed a series of cries that made our ears tingle. "Who owns 'em?" "Head 'em off from the wall,or we'll be out a clock!" "Who said it breathed?" "Is it tagged?" "They use it to haul brick!" "Hurry, please!" said a girlish voice. "Don't let my dog see you, or he'll have fits again."

That settled it. With faces the color of an auctioneer's flag, we turned down aside street a$d made direct for the academy.

All thoughts of vanity had fled, leaving in their stead mortification. Davis met us at the porch with a genuine stare of astonishment. "Hello!" he cried. "What have we here—a tandem? Well, now, ain't that just jolly!"

We looked at each other, but neither could see anything amusing. Evidently, Davijj had never rode a tandem through our town. "They're fine for coasting," he explained. "Wouldn't it be a great scheme to try it on Five Mile hill tomorrow. It's Saturday, you know." "Just the thing!" I cried, enthusiastically. "What do you say, Mel?" "Same thing."

Therefore, all present being unanimous on the subject, it was agreed that we should push the tandem up five miles of steady grade for the pleasure of coasting down.

I turned out bright and early next morning, to find Mel excitedly walking round and round the tandem on the lown. "I say, Ben, there is something the matter with this machine," he cried, excitedly, as I came up. "What is it?" "That's it," was the rueful reply, "I've looked at it for ten minutes, and I can't see what it is, though there's something wrong."

I looked at it, too, with the same result. What could it be? Everything looked all right, yet there was an indescribable sensation that something was wrong.

Coming to the conclusion that we must be laboridg under an hallucination, we mounted and rode slowly out of the grounds.

How invigorating it was to skim along the road, packed as hard as flint, lined with orchards and hedges, with occasional long, shallow ruts that gave you a wavy, springy motion.

Two miles of these roads, and then we reached the foot of Five Mile hill. A railroad curves around the left side, going'up, crosses the road, and strikes oil to the right. For 200 yards above this the road has its steepest grade. Here we found it necessary to dismount and push the machine,

A quarter of a mile further we came to what is called the "Hollow"—a kind of ravine, a couple of hundred feet broad, with slanting banks foutreen feet high.

There are places on Five Mile hill that, comparatively speaking, are very near level. On, these we would gather strength for another exertion, and then, toiling, panting, we would creep slowly up.

There were but few turns, broad and far between. Just two hours and thirty-five minutes after leaving the academy, we stopped on the crest of Five Mile hill, the perspiration streaming down our dirty faces, our hands blistered and cramp9d with holding the handle our feet nearly paralyzed with the strain.

But in spite of the above drawbacks, we managed to make a victorious assault on the apple orchard.

Seuted on our tandem at one side of the road, we amused ourselves by placing the fruit where it would do the most good, recounting the trip to tind what pleasure we had derived from it—and found none at all—and deciding whether to return or make another assault.

We decidod on the former. Pushing the machine into the middle of the road, 1 mounted. Mel held a driver in one hand to prevent its starting, his watch in the other to time our downward journey. "Ready?"

And receiving an affirmative reply he sprang into his saddle. Two or three turns on the pedals to give us a start, and with feet pressed tirmly on the rubber foot rests, hands clasping the vibrating handle bars, we prepared for a quick run.

It was quicker than we anticipated. Down the hill we went at a fast increasing speed. When we reached what I considered a three-minute gait thought it was time to stop the increase.

My fingers closed over the brake lever it came in nearly to the handle-bar, but no slackening of the speed was perceptible. "One isn't enough," I thought. "Wait till Mel pute his on."

The next moment Mel leaned forward and shouted for me to put the brnke on. What could that mean. I looked back and saw his fingers were clasped so tightly around both bar and lever that they were white.

As if bv instinct we both looked down at the axle where the band brake ran on a small smooth wheel. It was gone.

The rods were neatly bolted in the holes made for the band, where all the power in the universe exerted on the brake levers could never afTect the speed.

I saw it nil in an instant—one of Davis' practical jokes. He had removed

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it, no doubt, to cause us an exciting hunt for the missing article. That was what had caused our uneasiness in the morning, yet we had been unable to determine what it was.

Ob, that we had investigated! What would be the result? There was nothing to stop us fronrgoing at that headlong speed clear to the bottom—five miles away—unless, of course, we were thrown out at the hoi low, or fell off at once.

Trees, stumps, and rock^ flew past with lightning like rapidity. A straight stretch of road we covered with the speed of a passenger train.

Along curve that, in spite of the ample space, caused us to run so near the outer edge and a ditch that my heart rose in my mouth.

Then came a dark shadow in the road, a warning cry from Mel, and we described an arc over the top of the bank, to land with stunning force in the hollow. A great sweep, a quick rise, and we Hew high up, to land with similar force in the road again.

In that one second in the air I glanced off to the left, and there—horrors!—was along freight train coming swiftly toward the crossing. Would it cross before we did, or would we

Two long and two short whistles for crossing. I shuddered. To go down that last Blope directly into that line of Hying cars meant instant death.

There was no turning aside. No we would either have to beat the train over the crossing or hold back and let it pass us—the former one chance in 100, the latter an impossibility.

As we started down the last slope we caught sight of the powerful locomotive, its connecting rod Hying like a highspeed dynamo engine, its solid mass trembling with every defect in the rails, and coming toward us with a speed that threatened to cross before we could.

Ob, how slow the tandom seemed to move! Yet, in reality, it was flying along at increased, rather than diminished, speed.

A short, sharp, ear-splitting whistle, calling for "brakes," denoted that the engineer wanted to stop.

He reversed, gave it sand and steam but, although the ponderous drivers reluctantly turned, crushing, grinding the fine sand into a semblance of flour, fortytwo loaded cars were not to be stopped on such short notice.

We were very close now, our relative positions in regard to crossing being about equal that is, we would meet directly in the center of the track, where, as a matter of course, the stronger would be the victor.

The engine was on the crossing—there was but few feet left of the road to cross —we were in front of her.

I clung desperately to the handle bar my breath seemed to come from the region of my toes. Oh, how slow we were moving! I felt the heat*from the boiler her pilot was touching—

There was a horrible, grating, jingling crash! I dimly remember of being thrown high in the air, of lighting on the edge of my saddle, of clinging despairingly to the handle bar to keep from falling off, and of hearing the jingle of the three broken spokes in the driver as we Hew along the now level road.

The speed was fast slacking, and soon it slowed up enough to enable us to get our feet on the pedals then the stop was speedy.

As I tore the tire loose to pull out the broken spokes, I heard Mel say solemnly "Eight minutes, Ben. Five miles in eight minutes!"

Eight minutes! I could only stare at him. It had seemed at least eight hours from the hollow down yet, according to reckoning, it must have been made in less than half a minute.

Without speaking another word, we mounted and rode those two miles in silence.

Davis was on the porch with a crowd of others when we rode in. He was playfully tossing a circular object in the air—our brake—and pretended not to see us until we stopped before the porch.

Whether his surprise was real or feigned when he saw our pallid faces and haggurd looks, I am unable to say, although I believe it was the former. "You don't mean to say you came down?" he gasped. "You don't mean to say we're up there yet," reported Mel, grimly.

Every one was smiling at our expense, for, of course, Davis had taken care to inform them of the joke but their faces became suddenly grave when we related our narrow escape.

Of course they had to examine the machine that had made five miles in such a short space of time, and its riders became heroes in their eyes, from the fact that they had stayed on that frail looking contrivance and ridden to the bottom.

Betwebnyou and me, I am inclined to think, had they been in our position, with the same chances to dismount, that they would have stood a fair show for a share of the praise.

We have it yet. It stands in one corner of the lecture hall, covered with a tarpaulin whose somber color serves to strengthen the luster of the enamel and nickel that peep through in places.

All who have ridden it declare it perfect in every respect and, in conclusion, I will state that there are no two firmer, faster friends than the joint owners of "Our Tandem."—[Golden Days.

THIS IS A FACQUET.

A woman who works at a plac'(tie Until she's most broken her bacque While the poor husband goes with his buttonless

clothes

Deserves to be called rather slacque. Omaha World.

The famous old Church of St. Edmund the King, in Lombard street, in London—one of Wren's churches—Is to be demolished. In the church is buried Shute, who was sent into Italy in 1550 bv the earl of Warwick to study architure, and who published, as the result of his studies, "Architecture's First and Chief Groundes."

John Brown, of Long Branch, is a veteran fisherman, and last Thursday he donned a bathing suit and sauntered into the surf to coax out the efinny creatures of the sea. His first bite nearly pulled him off his feet, but he landed his victim, it proved to be a striped bass weighing thirty-five pounds and measuring three feet eight inches in ledgth.

Anew use for rabbits has been found by the physicians of the Birmingham lunatic asylum. A number of wild rabbits have been turned loose on the fields adjoining the institution, so that the inmates will be amused by seeing the rabbits run about, and to divert the minds of the patients is one of the great objects of the institution.

Chili has just sent acolonel on a special mission to Germany to order of Ivrupp twenty heavy cannons to be used for coast defense. Ten similar cannons were ordered some time ago. Chili is also making competitive trials of the Krupp and Bange cannons, and, as soon as she decides which she wants, will order twenty batteries.

THE TERRE HAUTE EXPRESS, SUNDAY MORNING. AUGUST 25,

A Will) WOMAN.

She Is Hnntod by Farmer* Armed With Pitchforks. A wild woman!

Hundreds of people have been trying the past few days to capture a mysterious and almost nude woman, who was seen running through fields and jumping over fences a few miles west of Delray, says the Detroit News.

She was described as a woman with regular features, dark hair, much grace of bearing, and really beautiful except for an insane glare in her eyes.

She was first discovered by a boy named Charles Burger on Thursday afternoon, who spread the alarm that a wild woman was holding forth near the river in clothing as scant as that fair Godiva wore. The farmers banded together, and about a dozen of them armed, with pitchforks, started in search 5f the woman.

The woman was located in a clump of bushes, and all efforts to induce her to come forth were fruitless. It was finally decided to make a rush for her, and by main force overpower her. The female, evidently divining their purpose, brandished a huge self-cocking revolver, and flourishing it .vowed to shoot the first person that laid a hand on her.

The farmers tied precipitately, as they did not care to run the risk of being slain, the woman's general demeanor indicating that she meant business. A consultation was held, and it was decided to let her severely alone until night, when another attack would be made. By this time the party had been increased to nearly three score men and boys. Orders were given that under no circumstances was the woman to be injured, and her place of concealment was surrounded. In the evening at a given signal, the party advanced, thinking to surprise her and easily effect her capture. The woman, who had evidently expected their coming, fired four shots at the invaders, which fortunately did not hit them, but it made a lively impression on the crowd, who beat a hasty retreat and disbanded for the evening. Friday afternoon several venturesome people approached the spot where the woman had camped, but immediately fled when she pulled out her revolver, and reported that she had the mien of a tiger and it would be well to keep a good distance from her or several funerals would be likely to occur. The news

Bpread

about

the neighborhood, and there was much speculation as to who she was. No one had ever remembered seeing her before, and no trace of her identity could be found. The country people began to regard her with sustitious awe, and the children were badly frightened.

Although a watch was kept upon her she was never seen eating anything, and how she could live was a mystery. Her principal occupation, while not furtively watching her molesters, was to sit for hours looking at the sky. She seemed to be contented with this divertisement, but if annoyed would rave frantically and clutch desperately at her hair or the bushes.

Word reached Delray Friday night that the woman was Catherine Moreland, an escaped subject from the county insane house and a very desperate woman when molested. A keeper arrived early yesterday morning from Dearborn and a visit was paid to the spot where the woman had been keeping her pursuers at bay. There was no sign of life about the place and the report spread that she had disappeared. This was, however, incorrect, as upon advancing into the dense clumps of bushes the poor creature was found lying asleep on the ground with her revolver in hand ready to shoot the first who approached her lair. The pistol was snatched out of her hand, which awakened the sleeping woman. She fought like a maniac to escape and gave vent to several piercing screams. The half dozen men who had hold of her found that they had no easy task to accomplish. She scratched, bit and kicked, and for five minutes it looked as though she would come out victor, when she finally sank to the ground completely exhausted. She was handcuffed and taken back to Dearborn and placed in a cell. On the spot where she was taken from was found a basket of provisions, which explains why she was able to subsist.

Mrs. Moreland is the wife of Dennis Moreland, a well-to-do farmer living near Dearborn. Her youngest son died about a year ago, which affected her mind, and it was found necessary to place her in a Dearborn retreat.

Where she got the revolver and provisions is a mystery.

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of goods from the makers

by either buying the entire stock offered to the American market or a large portion of it. The success of making up these goods, though, are just like a chance in a lottery. "Perhaps some year I may hit on some design that will become so popular that all the other makers will be forced to adopt it, but the next year some one in Boston or Philadelphia may make a bit and I shall have to follow him. There's never any telling how a necktie is going to take with the public until it is on the market. There its success depends upon who adopts it first. If it happens to be a howling swell and on the right side of popular favor that particular kind of a necktie will sell well." "Are the styles of making up neckties originated abroad?" "Not now. They were until a few years ago, but now our styles are superior to the European, and they often come over here for our patterns. However, there is a tendency for English fashions for the fall." "Who are employed in making the neckties, men or women?" "Women? There are more than twelve hundred thus employed in this city alone. They are all on piece work, and make more or lees money, according to their expertness. A good finisher can make eight or nine dollars a week. She takes a necktie after it iB put together and finishes each detail perfectly, so that it is ready to box. The finishers must see that all of this kind are exactly alike in point of finish and make-up.

have one girl who does nothing

but turn the bands of neckties, and she makes $15 a week. She turns twentyfive or thirty dozen bands a day."

The cheap ware now flooding the markets is composed of old styles made of poor goods. As a rule men show little discrimination in purchasing neckties. They look into a window, see a tie that takes their fancy, and then rush in to

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TO TEE LADIES OP THE EODSEHOLD III TOWS OR COOITRT

IT IS A LITTLE GOLD MTNE.

No labor you can perform for cash returns'pays ag well as that of converting wasting Fruits into evaporated stock. These products are among the highest, priced luxuries in food products. Evaporated peaches, cherries and raspberries, '20 to 2f» cents per pound apples, pears, blackberries, etc., 10 to lf» cents all salable to or may be exchanged with your grocer for anything lie sells.

We will send thia complete Fruit Drier (freight paid to any part of the United States) and the

WEEKLY EXPRESS,

One Year, lor $5.

GEO. M. ALLEN,

m0MT

For

25u*Si

Publisher Tbe Express,

26,765 SOLD IN 1888

,*v. Also a Full Line of Hardwood

Ice Boxes I^efrigerators

C.C.SMITH,

Terre Haute, Ind.

OVER A HOT FIRE.35®

GHT THE POPULAR

BEST IN THE MARKET!

Convenient. All the Latest Improvements. Easiest Operated.

Cor. Third and Main Streets.

I

BEST

No Extra Fires.

Always Ready for Use and Will Last a Lifetime.

Easily and quickly set off and on the to a empty or filled with fruit.

PATAPPtlfOfOR

FACSIMILE OF MACHINE COMPLETE-PRICE

|3P~Order in clubs of tour and save Irelgbt.

$700.