Evening Republican, Volume 15, Number 234, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 4 October 1911 — Page 2

Rensselaer Republican w"wXT Mumnr n ciam - hwuct m fbxoat xsnva x> M»m» WEEKET EBXTXOM. ■VMOmiOI BATES Daily, by Carrier. 10 Onto a Week. By Mail, $1.76 a Year. Semi-Weekly, in advance. Year. >1.60. Wedsesday, October K 1911.

BIG PUBLIC SALK. The undersigned, having decided to quit farming, will sell at public auction, at their residence 9% miles northwest of Rensselaer, 1 mile east and V 4 mile north of Parr, on what is known as the old Dr. Hartsell farm, commencing at 10 a. m., on THURSDAY, OCTOBER 12, 1211, the following property: 9 head of Horses— l gray mare, 9 years old, weight 1300, in foal to J. K. Davis* horse; 1 black mare, 5 years old, weight 1200, in foal to the Swim bone; 1 black gelding, 2 years old, weight 1000; 1 bay gelding, 2 years old, weight 1000; 1 black filly, coming 2 years old; 1 X-Ray colt, coming 2 years old; 1 black gelding, coming 2 years old; 2 match suckling colts. 5 brood Sows—4 with pigs at side, 1 to have pigs by day of sale; 2 DurocJersey spring boars, Ohio Chief, No. 8727, and Good-E-Nuff. No. 22437, blond In them, weight 200 each, pedigrees furnished. 42 head of Cattle— l black cow, coming 5 years old; 1 brindle cow, 5 years old; —1 red cow, 4 years old; 1 red cow, ?>” years old. ' These are all extra good cows, and all will be fresh by February Ist, now giving milk. 1 full-blood Jersey calf, 1 year old; 1 half Jersey, 2 years old, fresh in spring; .20 yearling calves; 16 spring calves. Farm Implements, Etc.— l lowwheel iron-tire wagon; 2 breaking plows, 16-inch; 1 steel-frame harrow; 1 check-row corn planter, with fertilizer attachment; 1 heating stove; 1 cook stove, and numerous ether articles. A credit of 12 months will be given on sums over $lO, with usual conditions; 8 per cent oft for cash. J. N. GUNYON & SON. Wed Phillips, Auctioneer. C. G. Sptiler, Clerk. Hot lunch on ground,-served‘by Ladies’ Aid of Rosebud Church.

PUBLIC SALE. THURSDAY, OCT. 12, 1911, 4U miles northwest of Boswell, 3% miles east of Dunn, on the C. I. & S. R. R., at the well known Parish Grove farm, the old Parnus Boswell, and later the J. M. Blaisdel homestead. We will sell 48 head of standard bred and high grade road horses, consisting of the well known show and trotting horse, Red Sprite' 37937, and, all the brood mares and fillies on the farm. Nearly all of these are mares that I have selected for my own use as brood stock, : ■: I have never seen 48 head of horses on any farm that would equal these individually for light and heavy harness purposes. 46 of them are bays and browns, nearly perfect heads, legs and disposition. Nearly all of these horses that are old enough are broke single and double. Mr. Benton Washburn has been appointed to sell all the personal and 129 acres of the land to settle the property rights of my wife and myself. By-bids in this sale impossible. J. L. SKEEN, V. S.

FTTBUC SALE. The undersigned, having decided to quit farming and move to town, will offer for sale at public auction at his residence, 4 miles north and 3 miles west of Rensselaer, H mile west of Surrey. on the old Prior Rowen farm, commencing at 10 a. m.. on TUESDAY, OCTOBEB 17, 1911, the following property t 2 head of Moraes—l gray horse. 13 years old. weight about 1,400; 1 irongrav mare. 4 years old, weight about 1.300, 5 good Milch Cows—All now giving milk, ranging in age from 4 to 7 years one a 7-8 Jersey, others Shorthorn and Jersey mixed; all are good milk and butter cows / Implements, Wagons, stc,—l McCormick mower; 1 10-fodt Deering hay rake, good as new; 1 hay ladder. 1 7-foot disc good as new; 1 walking plow. 14-inch; 2 cultivators. 1 riding Avery with gopher attachment. 1 walking; 1 13-foot wood frame harrow; 1 wide tire farm wagon with double box: 1 endgate seeder and cart; 1 spring wagon, good as new; 1 single buggy in good condition; I u. S. cream separator; 1 gasoline pumping engine; 1 set work harness, almost good as new; 2 sets single harness; 6 tons tame hay; some household and kitchen furniture, and numerous other articles TEEMS—Ten dollars and under, cash in hand; on sums over >lO a credit of 1! months will be given if paid when due. but If not paid at maturity, 8 per cent interest from date; 6 per cent off for cash on sums over >IO.OO. No property to be removed from premises until terms of sale are complied with. Hot lunch on ground. Ik D. MAUCX. Fred Phillips. Auctioner. C. G. Spitler. Clerk. Ab Aged Hunter. . Henry Shanks, a resident of LaCrosse, has the distinction of being the oldest hunter in laporte county, and perhaps the state. He made his application for a hunter’s license a few days ago and gave his age as St years. Strange to say, Mr. Shank? is put down as possessing gray hair. His weight is 194'pounds and he feels capable of bagging as much game a? his younger competitors in the deld. Let your wants be known through our Classified Column.

Ole Marster’s Dream

Lata one afternoon, as I was risingdown one of tSe Sandy roada of Eastern Virginia, I saw a congregation of old bare and white-headed negroes turning from a newly made grave. As soon as they came to the ditch which ran along the side of my road, one of the oldest, looking up, for the first time saw me. “Sarvent Marster," said he, touching his still uncovered bead. "I regret that yon are all in such grief,** said I, inclining my head toward the mound. “HI, Marster, ain’t you heard ’bout po ole Dingo?** And then, giving me another and more suspicious look, he muttered something about my “being a foreigner.” “Will you tell me z something about your friend, Dingo?” I asked quickly. “Lawd, Marster, I though ez how all knew 'bout Ole Marster's dream an* po old Dingo, an* ez It is, I cyarnt tell you much, not havin' no real eddication, but anyway, sub. *tis jes like I tell you, sub, an* art ter dis parst week gone by I don't want nobody to tell me dat dyar ain't no seme in dreams.*' “Well, suh, ’tig jes about a week gone by yestiddy when Ole Marster comes out to my cabin an* sez, ‘Jim when did you last hear from Dingo‘Hear from him?' sez I. •Why, > don’t when, sir. You know dat he's done gone an’ married one o’ dem perfumed northern niggers, an' fur ez I know dat was his finish, but now dat I thinks o' it,’ sez. 1, ‘1 believe one o’ dem free issue niggers aid parss through larst summer an’ said dat Dingo was doin’ well an* workin' in dem same Sylvania mines.’ ‘Well, j know those mines,’ says Ole Marster. an,’ moreover, I’m goin' up there an’ bring Dingo home.* "

“Well, de next morin' we got dyah an’ went straight to de mines, where we was told that Dingo had knocked off work durin’ de larst few days, so den we went to Dingo's house an’ was met by his yaller, perfumed wife, who you could see was mad at -being caught wid her hyar all down in de back, but any way Ole Marster-says, ‘ls Dingo in?’,” ‘‘Mr. Dingo Johnston U upstyars, sick.” says she. ”1 know no Mr. Johnston,” thundered Ole Marster, “but you jes go upstyars an’ tell Dingo dat bis ole Marster has come to see him and to take him back home if he wishes to go" “Yas, suh,” says s?ie, so soared an* timid like dat de kink had most come out o' her hyar, an' den, sir, we went upstyars an sich a Dingo an' sich a room! 'Tig de Lord's truth I'm tellin’ you, sir, dyar warn't nuttin’ ceptin’ dat ooman's finery, an’ tnssh an’ a leetle boy—not a single comfort for po ole Dingo. “‘How long has he been this way?’ “ 'About two days sir,* said A? foreman. “‘I think I'll take the poor old soul home with me,’ says Ole Marster —‘that is. it he can be moved.' “ ‘I jes kyarnt consent to his leavin’ me,’ said dat yeller ooman, who by dis time had re?perfumed an’ fixed herself up, “ 'When I want either your consent or advice, I’ll ask for it, an' until den be quiet.’ said Ole Marster, "Den Dingo, wid his eyes shut tight, commenced talkin’ to de preacher. “ ’Perhaps you ain’t a knowed it, parson, but I’se done de bes’ I could; you know I come from a place whar niggers didn’t work like machines; we always stopped at sundown an' dyar warn't no sich thing as workin’ overtime. ' “ ‘For nine years now i‘se run dis engine an* ain't miss a day. As I ’said, sir, I ain’t no blue stockin’ gorspel member, but I could a cussed more, an' bad as I was I could a bln a lot worse, 'cause I ain't never hurt nobody’s feelins dat I know of, an* although I did kinder shake de scripture, I always feared de Lord; 1 wasn’t eddfcated, but could make my mark, a sort o’ crosswise figger, two lines, one up, one down, an’ de foreman said ’twas good as any man’s name, an’ once he said it was my cross w-ithout my crown —but parson, things ain't like dey should' be,’ said Dingo, bis voice growing stronger, •an’ there's a lot o' things on my mind—things is .gettin' worser an’ worser, parson, yes, worser each day. I ain't no hand at complainin’ an' I

ain't a feared o’ hard work, an' I'se wiuin’ to put my shoulder to the wheel, but each day it’s de same —de boss tells 6’ lower rent, but you know parson , there ain’t nuthen cheap to a poor man when coal an* flour an' everything but his pay is gittin* higher. My wife an* child is hungry, parson,, an’ jes den I see Dingo's face get ashy—‘l tell you parson, my wife an' chile is hungry, while here I work an' work an’ work to earn a half o’ livin’ an’ leave d« rest to God. My life Is dingy, parson, an’ I often wishes dat God would find a half way between patent leather shoes and our bleedin’ hearts.’ ’’ , ease ’’And, Marster,’’ said the old negro looking up into my face, “if dey ain’t no real meaning to dreams, what nukes ole Marster take me wij him up to deth mines’ “But anyway, we was too late, ’cause Dingo died dat night an' we brought his little boy ’long with us dat night. The end came mighty peaceful, sub an’ when Ole Marster pulled up de sheet he said: “‘Diego left hk cross behind him. And gone to get hU crown. ’’

THE NAME OF DAVE POWELL

"Uncle Dave” had reached the age of 70 years, and hta chief concern, after the feliglous ardor which It characteristic of his race was that he had never learned to read and write. He was full of song and story with which he held the eager attention of the children of the neignb< rhood, the most fascinating and popular being of "De time de levee broke ip Mississippi," but he longed for the accomplishments of the “three R's.” "If 1 could only write my name an’ read my Scriptures, I could die happy,” he would say every day to "Miss Mamie,” the little daughter of the “big house” In the back yard of which he lived. Miss Mamie was a blue-eyed, rosyfaced child, whose tender heart yearned over all that was weak or helpless or old. She was so touched by his longing to read and write, and so haunted by the fear that he could not ‘‘die happy.” that she undertook to teach him, beginning the task by writing his name, "Dave Powell,” on a biate and having him copy it over and over. He kept the copy on the slate, and at every spare moment he worked at it. At last, after many days, he was able to write it from ipemory—Dave Powell —without the copy, and after repeating it a few times at Miss Mamie's command to make sure, he wept with pride and gratitude that his heart’s desire was fulfilled, and he could write his name. With confidence and courage now began the task of learning to read. Miss Mamie patiently and tenderly pointed out the letters, and Uncle Dave as patiently and anxiously conned them over. But it was slow, and the old man began to think there were many difficulties to be surmounted before he could read the Scriptures. It was not so easy as writing “Dave Powell.” Miss Mamiffl tender heart and ingenuity at last devised the plan of teaching him some favorite passages by memory, and marking the places tor him In the Btb’e so could “read” these w lie he was completing the arduous task of learning his letters.

He learned the r e texts readily, and then the book changed hands. Miss Mamie sat on the steps to listen while Uncle Dave read to her, the book more ofte” than not upside down, “The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want”; “Suffer little children to come unto me, for of such is the kingdom of heaven"; “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil,” and others which the little girl had selected ps particularly comforting to the old man. When he bad read over the whole lot he would close the book and say, "There’s many a true word In that little book, Miss Mamie.” Meanwhile , the work of learning to spell was slow, and the summer waned; and before the primer was half-learned the little teacher was stricken unto death with a fever. Through all the anxious days and nights Uncle Dave hung about the windows of her room, praying and reciting his texts with an aching heart; and when at last all was over, and the funeral cortege left the house, bearing the little form away from him forever, Uncle Dave fell upon the ground and wept aloud. Loving hands had covered the little mound with flowers, and it was bathed in the tender light of the setting sun, when late that evening the old man made a pilgrimage out there alone. He*stood for a moment lifting his hands and eyes to the sky. and then sat down beside tbe little <rave, took out his Bible and read aloud all tbe old familiar verses. Then his memory turning to chapters she had read to him in the past, he cried, “It is well with the child!” Over and over again '-e repeated his little store of verses, but even this could not satisfy his longing to pour out his love and sorrow, and as a last tribute he smoothed a place in the earth at the foot of the little mound, and with a trembling finger traced there on the ground his name, “Dave Power."—Youth's Companion.

Ethergram.

Language grows apace with the victories of applied science. Consider for a moment how many words in the ordinary work-a-day vocabulary were -unknown a quarter of a century ago and are the natural product of discovery and invention. With the perfection of wireless transmission of Intelligence there obviously came need of a word designating a message conveyed by the new method. ‘TEthergram’’ has been suggested and. In fact, is being used In Great Britain. If not, why not?

The American Girl Abroad.

At the luncheon hour in the Strand recently the traffic was held up, pedestrians puzzled after the nearest fire alarm, constables spread their arms and the crowd Increased. From the edge of the crowd the struggling wayfarer peered and heard the snap of the camera through the official silence. It was an American girl snapshooting her companions.

Passes Unnoticed.

A New Jersey man claims to have been bitten by dogs 3,000 times. After a life-time spent with New Jersey mosquitoes a little thing like a dog bite passes unnoticed.

The Washington Plate

“Don’t think it is fair.' 1 cried Net tie Bourn. “To think that one horrid old plate should make all thU trouble! It was mean of Uncle John io make a will like that'* “He didn't make a will like that,’ continued Hairy Warren. “How was he lo kriow that one of the plates should be brOkOn between his death and the readingj>f the *dU? He was fair enough. He left one to youi mother and one to my father. Surely that was a fair division of the two. His In.ention was all right.” “Well, then,” said Nettie, stamping a very pretty little foot, "it’e shameful that oar parents -hcnld be so horribly stubborn as to fight ovej one miserable old plate'.” “You can’t blame them, exactly/ defended Harry, charitably. “You vc had your fads and you know how it Is. Your mothdr's collection of china Is so close to my father’s that tie posses ion of that single plate would determine the supremacy. Naturally each one wants it, and they are going to fight for it.” “And in the meantime we*ban’t even announce our eng? gement," wailed Nettie, “to say nothip.3 of getting married.” *We don’t want to get married until spring," reminded Harry, optimistically. “Something will turn up before then —if I have to turn it up myself.” Ever since Jason Pomfret’s will had been read, and it was found that the two famous, Washington plates were left to his brother, Silas Warren, and to Martha Bourn, there Lad been a bitter warfare waged between the two legatees. ~ j

In the bustle of preparing for the funeral one of the plates had been broken beyond the skill of. the most expert mender to put together, and Mrs. Bourn and Silas Warren, who were both a little mad on the subject of china, had taken the matter into the courts, each insisting that the remaining plate was the ’one Pomfret had repeatedly indicated as the one he wished the claimant to have. But Harry did not let the gears grow under his feet. He went to see his closest friend, Dick Lyons, who was noted as an expert in old porcelains. “I don’t want to see you get the worst of this row over that Washington plate,” he said when he had aroused her curiosity sufficiently. “I’ve often studied that collection of Jason Pomfret’s and other experts liad always agree with me that his Washingtan plates were not genuine. The plate that is left is merely a copy of the real ones—an awfully good copy, you know, but bogus for all that.” - “Don’t tell me that,” she comrtfanded with a sniff. ‘l’ve seen the plate a hundred times and I know very well that It is a real Washington.” “Look here,” sugges ed Dick. “You can look the plate over closely so long as you don’t take it out of the executor’s office. You’ve seen it a hundred times, but you never looked at it with doubt because you took it for granted that it was what Pomfret said it was. You look it over carefully and you’ll get the credit dor dropping the fight over a plate tha-t is not worth fighting over.” “If this is a trick ” began Mrs. Bourn, and she paued. “It’s not a trick,” assured Lyons as he turned away. “It is the same that I took froln the cabinet,” declared the lawyer tartly, not relishing the suggestion that was conveyed in their demand.?.

“It’s not that,” Mrs. Bourn hastened to explain. “I’ve always had an idea that the plate was not genuine and I want to make certain that the plate is worth fighting over." “Funny you never though or that before,” commented Silas Warren suspiciously. "I’ve always had my doubts.” he added with the collector's vanity and pride in his knowledge. “Harry told me the other night that one of his friends also had expressed bis doubis. I’m going to bring another expert in.” “I don’t think that will be neceshastily said Mrs. Bourn, eager to maintain her reputation as a keen collector who could not be deceived. "Now that I look at it carefully I’m willing to abandon all claim to the legacy. It’s not at all genuine. ‘‘l don’t want ever to see it again,” he declared. "To think that a cheap copy should have spoiled our friendship all these months! That's vor'e than the loss of the plate., We w ed to be pretty good friends, Marti a. “We can be good friends still. Silas,' she reminded. "Let’s go out and have luncheon and talk it over,” suggested Silas; and they talked it over with such good effect that they went from there to the jewelers, and when they came out a solitaire on the widow’s finger announced that she expected shortly to change her state of loneliness. Nettie and Harry, watching across the street, smiled >t each other. "That will simplify matters a great deal," declared Harry in tones of relief. “We’ll give them the Washington plate for a wedding present.” "But that’s not worth anything.” objected Nettie. "The real one Is,” explained Harry. “Iq a good cause the end justifies the< means. I got Benson’s *clerk to exchange the plates. It cost $5 for a copy that had the same pattern. It was worth it, for it brought about a double wedding find quadruple happiness.” "I'm happier than that,” confessed Nettie shyly, “even if I am going to marry a man who steals Washington plaice."

“A Dandy”

“It’s « dandy," sptd the warehouseman, in conclusion. “You ought to take your wife and go see it.” "I think 1 see mywSlf,” said the packer. “It must be a Jim dandy. No, sir, I guess I'll pass tbat up. I know better ways to put in an even"I thought you liked to take in a good show,” said the warehouseman. “It's the best I know of.” “Well, you’re welcome to all of them kind,” said packer. ‘*Yes, I like a good show, but that ain't what I call good. Think I want to see an old guy killed and the wrong feller doin’ time for It an* his kid dyin* an* his wife starvin’ out in the mow? Net much I don’t.” “You must be a chump,” said the warehouseman. “What’s the difference as long as it all comes out in the end? In the last scene don't they throw the hooks into this guy Chauncey good and plenty? Didn’t I tell you? This Jack Hardy breaks out o’ the pen an’ Chauncey trails him to the cottage where his wife’s been stayin' ever since she was reskyerd from the river an’ the woman she's stayin’ with is Chauncey’s wife, what he deserted, an’ she’s got him dead to rights with the papers he thought was burned. So when the cops bust In the door to get Jack she springs the papers on ’em, an’ jest as Chauncey’s climbin’ out through the winder the loot pulls his gun an’ gives him his. What’s wrong with that?” “It’s all right if you like it, I guess,” said the packer. “I don’t see what you had to feel good about when the cop shot him. Anyway the kid died.” “She come to life again darned quick if she did,” said the warehouseman. “My wife an’ me seen her eatln’ a lunch o’ rye bread an’ bologna an’ beer when we went into the rest’rant after the show to get a bite.” “It’s all right about that too,” said the packer. “I didn’t s’pose they telephoned to the undertaker as soon as the curtain went down, but you felt bad while the dyin’ act was goln’ on.” “Sure,” said the .warehouseman. “She done it as naitural as life. The old woman wet her handkerchief till you could wring the water out of it, cryin’.” ✓ “You must have enjoyed it,/ “I cert’nly did.” 7 “That’s the diffrunce between you an’ me. I’d sooner see a bally or a couple o’ good Dutch c’mejuns. I ain’t huntin’ trouble myself. I’d sooner give 30 cents to keep out of It than to see it. If I want a good time I’ll take in a voddervil show an’ see somethin’ worth seein*. You take a good tumblin’ act or sleight o’ hand or bell ringers an’ it gives you somethin’ to think about an’ don’t give you the blues. I see a guy the other night played the clarinet with his nose.

“That’s right. He played a toon on it. ’Stid o’ putin’ it to his mouth he held it up to his nose an’ snorted down it. ‘Harrigan’ was what he played. An' there was an armless wonder that drawed pictures on a blackboard with colored chalk. He had Taft an’ Bryan an’ John D. an’ Teddy an’ a lot more. Swell!” "You’re nutty,” said the warehouseman. “Maybe I am,” returned the packer. “I’ve been havin’ a touch o’ lumbago an* the landlord’s threatenin’ to put the furniture on the street if the rent ain't paid next week. I’m paying interest now on a loan o’ SSO that I got from one o’ these sharks an' that keeps me wigglin’—that an’ the doctor’s bill.” "That’s hard luck," said the warehouseman, sympathetically. "It’s hard enough for me,” said the packer. “If the boss ’d raise my pay an* I could get them debts out o’ the way maybe I’d go to see ‘A Demon’s Revenge’ just to tone down my high spirits, but as it is I ain’t interested in Jack or Chauncey or any of them. I’ve got troubles of my own.” "Well, I don’t know as I blame you," said the warehouseman. —Chicago News.

The Sweetest Songster.

Over the breakfast Miss Dorothy, the enthusiastic ornithologist of the boarding house, discussed the merits of the nightingale, lark, thrush and so forth. “And which. Mr. Hunker,” exclaimed Miss Dorothy, “which of all the song-birds are you fondest of?” ”1 prefer the hen, Miss Dorothy.” "But the hen isn’t a song-bird at alii” objected Miss Dorothy. "Well,” replied Hunker, tapping another hard-boiled egg, “it’s the only bird whose lay I care for!” Pastor Julius Dtsselhof, son-in-law and successor of Flledner, was the father of Evangelical deaconry. For thirty-eight years he presided over the work in Kaiserwerth, Germany, and It has grown wonderfully in his hands. "My proud heart never would have desired it,” be said, when they elected him. But when he died, they called him one of the great men of the church, and applied to him Paul’s glory: “I have fought a good light”

Brazil’s Great City.

Rio Grande do Sul. the most southern state In Brazil, adjoins Uruguay on the south, and has about I.* 404,000 population, 800,000 of whose are of German descent

, f fl A fl Prafassional CardsDR. L fl. WASHBURN. prylmciaw AND SVRGEOW Makes a specialty of'Diseases of the Over Rothßrothars. ARTHURS. TOPHUS wiw, loans iguana on farms nhd ~l®&fTiHHarty, pwaonal security and rmttSj mflrtanae. Buy, sell and rent farms and eftk property. Farm and city fire Insurance. Office over Chtebgo Bargain Store. Rensselaer. 9. r. Xrwta S. C. Xnrba irwin > mwiM Q UW, MIT, ESTATE AND XNWtraT" kffowrßkSr“ ,o “*- < ——* - R. F. HMAN ■ ATTORNEY AT RAW Law, Loans, Abstracts. Insurance and Real Estate. Will practice tn all the courts. All business attended to with promptness and 'dispatch. linniiliir, Xndlftiuk H. L. BROWN dentist Crown and Bridge Work and Teeth Without Platea a Specialty. AU the latest methods tn Dentistry. Gas administered for painless extraction. Office over Larch's Drug Store.

JOHN A. BUNLAP Lawyer. _ (Successor to Frank Foltz) Practice In all courts. Estates settled. Farm Loans. Collection department Notary tn the office Rensselaer. Indiana. DR. E. C. ENGLISH physician and rawioi Night and day calls given prompt attention. Residence phone, lit. Office" phone, 177. Rensselaer, Ind. DR. F. A. TURFLER. OSTEOPATHIC PHVSICI. ft Rooms 1 and 2. Murray Building, Rensselaer, Indiana. Phones, Office—2 rings on 300, SMilence—3 rings on 300. **’ Successfully treats both acute and shronic diseases. Spinal curvatures a vpeclmty. DR. E. N. LOY Successor* to Dr. W. W. HartselL KOMEOPATHJ3T * Office—Frame building on Cullen street, " east of court house. OFFICE FNONB 89 Residence College Avenue,’ Phone 149. Rensselaer, Indiana. F. H. HEMPHILL, M. D. Physician and Surgeon Spools! attention to diseases of women and low grades of fever. Office in Williams block. Opposite Court House. , Telephone, office and residence. 442. GLASSES FITTED BY Dr. A. G. CATT OPTOMETRIST Rensselaer, Indiana. Office over Long’s Drug Store. Phone No. 232.

Chicago to Northwest, Indianapolis, Cincinnati, and ths South, louisvilla and Trench Link Springs. nxargsnr. awa tqkb Ttarzi r In Effect August 27, 1011. jouthbovxd No. 31—Fast Mail 4:46 a.m. No. s—Louisville Mail .... 11:08 a. m. ,No. 37—Indpla. Ex. 11530' M m. No. 33—Hoosier Limited .. 1:55 p. on. No. 39 —Milk Accom. 6:02 p.m. No. 3 —Louisville 'Ex. 11:05 p.m. soars Bonn No. 4—Louisville Mall .... 4:53 a.m. No. 40 —Milk Accom. 7:35 a m,<* No. 32—Fast Mall 18:85 am.. No. 38—Indpls-Chgo. Ex. .. 2:48 p. m. No. B—Louisville Mail AEx 3:15 p.m. No. 30—-Hoosier Limited ... 5:44 p.m. Train No. 31 makes connection at Monon for Lafayette, arriving at Lafayette at 6:15 a m. No. 14. leaving Lafayette • at 4:20. connects with No. 30 at Monon, arriving at Rensselaer at 5:44 'p. m. Trains Nos. 30 and 33, the "Hoosier Limited,” run only between Chicago and Indianapolis, the C. H. & D. service for Cincinnati having been discontinued. W. H. BEAM. Agent

FARMS FOR SALE. 65 acres, six miles out, corn land, good buildings. $75. Terms, $1,500 down. 160 acres, 140 tillable, fair improvements. $45. Terms, $1,600 down. ~ 600 acres good land, good buildings, j Will, trade. 160 acres in Kansas, 160 acres in Arkansas, and a $6,000 mortgage note; will trade together or separate and pay cash difference. 21 acres, four blocks from court house. J . 25 acres improved; terms easy. r GEO. F. MEYERS

Lecture Course Dates.

Nov. 27.-*-Parlette, lecture. V Jan. 23.—-John Eberly Co., concert Feb. 26.—Landon, impersonator. ' March 22.—Beulah Buck Co.,' ladies’ quartette. Feb. 5.—H. V. Adams, lecture.

Cenrt Calendar. Oct. s—Aetna Life Insurance Ce. vs?» Iva Moffitt, et aL * E. C. Kesler vs. Seth B. Moffitt et at Oct 6—State, ex rel E. E. Thomas Vs. Clinton Saidla.

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