Greenfield Evening Star, Greenfield, Hancock County, 29 August 1906 — Page 2

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THE CHUTES.

Chicago's Famous Water Park Fob nishes New Sensations.

No more wonderful pleasure resort exists than Chicago's famous water park, "The Chutes."

Its fame is international. This season it offers two sensationS which have set the big city agog. One is "Elter," the Beautiful Mystery of the Lake," and the other King Humboldt's Eoyal Italian Band, led by Maestro Francesco Pozzi. The "Banda Italiana Abruzzi" is an organization of forty skilled musicians, which created a furore in Europe. It is touring the wei'ld and will lelight the Chutes' patrons this summer. U"Elter," wlio is a beautiful-young woman, emerges from the depths of the lake and disappears beneath its waves like a fabled nymph. Her marvelous feat amazes and mystifies. "Shooting the Chutes" over the biggest artificial cascades in the world is the favorite pastime of Chicago. Shouting and laughing throngs descend the glistening cascades with the speed of the wind until their gay gondolas splash in the lake and glide swiftly ^forward on foam-crested waves to a placid harbor.

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"While Pozzi's big band fills the park with majestic strains, delighted celebrants are whirled through mid-air at marvelous speed phantom cars flash across the horizon laden with gaily attired children and young Women mists of opalescent spray cool the beautiful [park its blue lake glistens and scintillates under the glorious sun and against the blue sky flutter and gleam countless flags and vari-colored lights.

A more entrancing spectacle cannot be imagined than The Chutes, a citadel of beautiful pavilions, thronged with 'liappy people, animated by a thousand gay activities, illuminated like a fairyland and ringing with the melodies of its world-famed band.

Anions its unique devices are the Velvet Coaster, Aerostat Flying Machines. Radium Zoo, moving pictures of the San Francisco Fire, Electric Theatre, troupe of entertainers, Figure 8^ Toboggan. Giant Automatan,Katzenjam mcr Castle, free Children's Playground Thousand Anamorphoses, Laughing Gal lory, Halter Skelter, Mammoth Carou*1 sel, Mystic Rill, a Subterranean River,! Haunted House, Pendant Swings, and a] thousand others.

This matchless resort i-s Chicago's favorite playground, a Coney Island^ circus and world's fair, all in one. Noj ivisit to the big city is complete without seeing the Chutes." Access to all ofl its bewildering activities may be ha® for ten cents. Street cars transfer pas-» Ciengers to The Chutes from all partf icf Chicago for five cents.

DATES OF COUNTY FAIRS.

Franklin --Aug. 27 Corydon ___ --Aug. 27 Boonville Aug. 27 Terre Haute ..Aug. 27 .Decatur...- ..Aug. 28 Laporte -.Aug. 28 Crawfordsville ...Aug. 28 Rushville ..Aug. 29 Lafayette ..Sept. 3 Portland .Sept. 3 Princeton -.Sept. 3 Connersville Sept. 4 Liberty ..Sept. 4 Salem ..Sept. 4 Angola ..Sept. 4 Shelby ville ..Sept. 4 Marion ..Sept. 4 Rochester .. Sept. 5 Indiana State Fair .. Sept. 10 Huntington -.Sept. 10 Valparaiso -Sept. 11 Vincennes .. -Sept. 17 Covington -Sept. 18 Ft. Wayne .Sept. 18 Kendallville .Sept. 24 Montpelier ..Sept. 25 North Manchester ..Oct. 2 Bourbon "4

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Kate's

Conscience

.By IZOLA FORRESTER

"I think that you ought to tell Wil lard before you caarry him." Kate did not even turn her head After listening to variations of the same advice and opinion for half ai: hour slio felt more than annoyed. Slu was frankly angry and perplexed. "If you don't some one else will, and that will only make any subsequent explanation so unpleasant. Men are peculiar, anyway, and in an affair of this kind"'— "Iiuogeiie Wayne"'—Kate's face flushed hotly—"I think you put it altogether too strongly." "It is a serious matter." Imogens bit off the end of her embroidery linen deliberately. "If it were my own affair I should consider it a matter ol conscience. "Willard is the sort of man to take anything of that kind to heart. I know him well." "I don't care a bit whether he knows or not!" exclaimed Kate. "I suppose I should have told him in the lirst place, but he never asked me, and I didn't consider it necessary. I never thought Bart would." "No one did," interposed Imogen", with serene significance. "But the fact remains that Bart has"— "Has what? Am I always in trouble?"

Lazily, comfortably interested, the voice sounded from the inner room whose windows opened on the veyanda. Kate stood, silent, indignant, her chin upraised, her lashes downcast. From the cool shadow of the curtained windoAv seat Bart Ilolman thought her sweeter and dearer than ever. And it had been nearly two years ago. "Are you in there, Bart?" Imogene laughed. "IIow long have you been listening—long enough to agree with me? Whatever made you come home when everybody wanted you to stay in Japan?" "Not everybody. I came by special request." "And went in the first place by special request too?"

Kate flashed one single glance at her cousin. She had not known how much Imogene knew. She wondered if Bart had told her. Against her will she looked at Bart, lie was smiling at her, and suddenly, vaguely, she felt more at ease. After all Bart was a good boy. lie had come home the same —a trifle browner, the lines about liia mouth a bit deeper, tne look of his eyes steadier. The two years in Japan had done him good. "When is the wedding, Kitty?"

No one ever called her Kitty but Bart. It was such a foolish, childish name for a girl, she thought, for the kind of girl at least that she prided hei'self on being. She was not the fluffy, childish type. She was tall and slender with smooth dark hair, and eyes that changed like the sea with her mood. "We are not even engaged yet," she answered composedly. "I can hardly say when the wedding will be." "Kate is so cautious about matrimony this time," Imogene said amusedly. "She has actually put poor Willard on probation. If he is a good boy for three months and manages to fulfill her ideal in that time, then she will consent to an engagement." "If I were a girl I'd put Willard on probation for life," Bart said cheerfully. "One would be perfectly safe. There would never be any danger of foreclosure." "Three months is long enough," said Kate. "A man who cannot stand a three months' test is not worth waiting a lifetime for." "Don't be vindictive and catty, Kate." Imogene gathered up her melee of embroidery odds and ends. "Everybody at Newpoint knows about you and Bart, and when you twit him that way it is simply bad taste. Bart, why on earth didn't you have sense enough to stay away?" "No one sent me announcement cards of the probation," answered Bart calmly. "I like Newpoint. Willard and .1 are old college pals." "Were you really?" Imogene glanced back over her shoulder to laugh again. "Isn't it comical, though, the whole affair? Well, there is one thing sure. Bart, you won't be pals if Kate's conscience troubles her."

They were alone several minutes before the silence was broken. Then Bart asked: "Does it?" "Trouble me?" Kate lifted her head, and the anxiety in her eyes stai'tled him. "Yes, it does, Bart. Of course I intend to marry Willard. The probation idea is half of it, Imogene's nonsense. I only asked him to give me three months to make up my mind." "I didn't give you three minutes." "And I changed it in three weeks,'she retorted quickly. "It is better to be sure. But"— "But you haven't told Willard about me?" "Not yet." She hesitated and then add'id nervously, earnestly: "It isn't that he would mind, although I suppose he would too. I know I should mind if he had done such a thing and had not told me. But I thought he knew, of course, until one day he told me he didn't believe a girl ever loved more than one man sincerely and absolutely, and he was glad for that reason that I had never been engaged be fore." "I agree with him." Bart swun over the barrier of the window ledge that separated them. "I don't believt

you'll ever Tov# any one as you did me, Kitty, will you?" The impersonal frankness of his tone disarmed her. She replied almost gently: "It was the newness of it all, that's what makes it different. Why, Bart, do you know you were the first man who ever asked me to be

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And it seemeel so queer. You nevei said a word, do you lvmember, just"— "I remember." said Bart. "It was enough. You gave it back." "And you brought the ring the very next day to me." "You gave that back too." lie looked at her left hand as he spoke. It was ringless. Willard was certainly on probation. lie reached in his inside coat pocket and drew out a small leather case. The color rose in her checks a* he tossed it over on her lap. She opened it with lingers not quite steady. Bart was waicliing a figure in .gra,\ flannel walking up the board walk from the beach. It was Willard. When Kate raised her lashes from the little leather case they sparkled with, tears. "Why did you ever come back?" she asked. "What made you keep it. Bart?"'

Bart bent over her quickly. The veranda was secluded and private in that particular corner. No person down on the board walk could intrude on its seclusion. He took Kate's left hand in his own strong young ones, tanned by the sun of the orient, and slipped the ring into its old place. "I kept it so I might put it back some day—like this, dear."

He kissed the ring and the fingers, and Kate's hand rested of its own volition on the bowed boyish head. The figure in gray flannels was close at hand. Bart lifted his head and looked her squarely in the eyes, a long, full look that admitted of no compromise even after two years' misunderstanding. .... "Bart, I must tell him." "I'll tell him." said Bart, and when Wi'lard came up the step leisurely Kate stood with her face seaward, and Bart met him. "You look awfully unsociable, you two" said Willard gayly. "Imogene just told me you were scrapping." "It isn't a scrap," said Bart slowly. "It's a discussion on conscience, Kate's conscience. You see, Kate and I used to be engaged, two years ago, and Kate thinks that you ought to be told of it." "Very considerate, I'm sure." Willard's face whitened. lie did not look at Kate. "I think she might have extended the consideration and told me of it herself."

Kate turned instantly. There was a look in her eyes be had never seen before, a look of tenderness and gladness. "I know 1 should have, Willard," she exclaimed. "But it was only Bart, and we were not really engaged yet, you and 1, you know. I didn't think you would mind." "I don't,'' said Willard sturdily. "It's only a matter of conscience, after all. Anything else?"'

Bart slipped his .arm about Kate's waist in proprietary fashion. "Yes. We've just renewed the old engagement, and I think you ought to be told of it—as a matter of conscience."

Corroboration.

Each man around the store had told his tale of the "hardest rain he ever saw fall out of the sky." lorn Limlcins was an easy winner with his of the great harvest rain of 'O.'i. "It began with big drops kinder seatterin' like," he said, "llion it got to a shower, and I just thought I'd crawl under the canvas on the reaper till it was over—knowed the team would stand—but. sir. when the lightuin' took to hittin' right at that binder I concluded to get out from there. I had a gallon and a half bucket on my arm, and I lit out for the mule shed. When I was about halfway there the thing begun to get heavy. I looked down, and if the blamed thing wasn't full of water I'm a"—

The lank individual who had been leaning against a barrel broke in: "Well, now, I reckon that must 'a' been the day I am thinkin' about. What made me know it was rainin' some was seein' a flock o' wild ducks go over. Gents, them ducks li.ul folded their wings and was just naturally paddlin'."

For the space of two 'minutes not a sound was heard save the puivi.'ig of the cat asleep on the counter, then silently. with bowed heads, the crowd dispersed. Woman's Home Companion. 3S8

Had Become Second Xaiure.

When Uncle Dave Barker had rounded out his half century in the employ of a great dry goods house he was summoned to the private office of the chief proprietor. "Uucle Dave," said the head of the house, "you have worked for this fit'in fifty years, haven't you?' "Yes, sir," faltered the old man. wondering if he was going to be turned off as having outgrown his usefulness. "Well, you needn't work- any more, but you can come round every Saturday afternoon as long as you live and draw your pay. The little envelope will always be waiting for you."

Tears stood in Uncle Dave's old eyes as the head of the house, after shaking him cordially by the hand and wishing him many more years of life, bowed him out.

A few days afterward, however, he came round again. "Mr. Stevenson," ho said, "I've put iu three of the hardest days' work of my life—doing nothing. If you don't mind I'll go back to my old place ami! kind o' hang around as if I was one of the men. Maybe I can help a little once ki awhile, and I'll promise not to get in anybody's way."

Uncle Dave was allowed to have his way, and he went back to his old place, supremely happy.

RAIN IN PARIS.

It Does Not Dampen the Spirits of the French man.

The sole effect rain seems to have on French spirit :s to bring out its brightness by contrast with clouds. "Tieus! II pleut!" ("All. it rains!") And monsieur, dressed with scrupulous care, ready to sally forth, does not stop for an umbrella, probably, but steps out jauntily into the street and makes no more unfriendly comment on the weather than "II lie fait pas beau ce matin." ("It is not fine this morning.")

This is the French point of view. Discomfort of any sort is for them only the negative of something desirable, and so they keep their minds on what is pleasing, naming it to define the absence of it. La petite lleleneand her little brother Ilenri, who go to school in the neighborhood, trot along in the rain, the bonne at their heels carrying their school bags. Ilenri wears a capuelion. a cape with the hood drawn up over his head, lleleue holds over her head a minuscule umbrella, which she tilts in such fashion as to make the most of the rain. l.'nj rebuked by any threat of .something awful to result if a drop of water falls on them, both children dance along iu the wet, letting the drops fall on their upturned faces and laughing iu glee as if the rain were another playfellow. Even his royal highness the baby does not miss his accustomed outing on account of the weather. Nunu, the nurse, will shorten the great ribbon streamers of the white cap she wears, and she pins up her dress to escape the muddy streets. Le bebe himself is resplendent in the laces and feathers which are an inseparable feature of the magnificent devotion which the French bestow upon an infant lie is snugly tucked in his gocart, the hood is raised if it is a heavy downpour— anything.less is thought to be good for him—and off ho goes.—Harper's Bazar.

STRENGTH OF CHARACTER.

It Com bin CM Power' of Will and Power of Self Restraint.

Strength of character consists of two things—power of will and power of self restraint. It requires two things, therefore, for its existence—strong feelings and strong command over them. Now, it is here we make a great mistake. We mistake strong feelings for strong character.

A man who bears all before him, before whose l'rown domestics tremble and the children quake, because he has his will obeyed and his own way in all things, we call a strong man.

The truth is he is a weak man. It is his passions that are strong, lie that is mastered by them is weak.

You must measure the strength of a man by the power of the feelings he subdues, not by the power of those which subdue him, and hence composure is often the result of strength.

Did we never see a man receive a flagrant insult only growing a little pale and then reply quietly? This is a mau spiritually strong.

Or did we never see a man bearing a hopeless, daily trial remain silent and never tell the world what cankered his home peace? That is strength.

He who. keenly sensitive, with many powers of indignation in him, can be provoked and yet restrain himself and forgive—he is the strong man, the spiritual hero.

Pelted With Epithets.

Sir Wilfrid Lawson, the most famous temperance advocate iu England, was the target of the political wits. During his last campaign for parliament Sir Wilfrid was greeted as a "peregrinating pump handle," "an old cracked teapot," "a confiscatory mollycoddle," "a washed out water party," "a pop bottle pump orator," "the apostle of slops," "a maudlin mountebank" and "a buffoon." The last epithet was so often hurled at Sir Wilfrid that he remarked it reminded him of "Selah" in- the Psalms. His hatred of war and rum led to an epigram' which has frequently been repeated. "The country," he said, "is governed by two heathen deitiesBacchus and Mars, or, in other words, bv the god of bottles and the god of battle

Painting and Drawing.

Sir Frederick Le^liton once supplemented words of advice and encouragement to a struggling young artist by handing him an envelope containing a check for $250, with the remark, "One day, my friend, I do not doubt that you will be able to draw even better than this." This reminds one of the anecdote told of the visit of old Joseph Gillott, the pen man, to Turner. "I have come to swap some of my pictures for yours," he said. "What do you mean?" exclaimed Turner. "You don't paint!" "No, I don't, but I draw," said Gillott, unfolding a roll of Bank of England notes, "and here are some of my pictures."

Mutual Satisfaction.

"What's this I hear about the plumber and the paper hanger in the next block? Have they been trading houses?" "Not exactly. They did a lot of work for each other and each had to take the other's house for his pay."— Chicago Tribune. ri

Willing to Compromise.

A young woman called at a house where a maid was wanted. She asked the mistress of the house if they had any children, to which she replied that they had five. "Then I can't work for you," said the girl. "Oh, do stay," paid the woman. "We will kill the children!"

If a man has his board fence painted white it immediately suggests to the boy a piece of charcoal if black, a piece of chalk*

A QUEER EXCAVATION.-

The "Ear of DionysinS" and Its Pe* culiar Use.

The most remarkable artificial cavern or excavation ever made was thai which has been recorded in history as the "Ear of Dionysius." This queer excavation, which was adjoining the quarries near Syracuse, Sicily, was constructed by the slaves of the monarch by whose name it is known. Iu reality it was an exact model of a gigantic human ear, 250 •feet long by 80 high, and was so scientifically constructed that the interior of the grotto became the finest "whispering gallery'' Hie world has ever known. In a cave adjoining this acoustic wonder the prisoners of the tyrant were kept, and every word they uttered came through an orifice to the "internal ear." where Dionysius passed whole days listening to the plots that were being laid by the enemies of his government. The prisoners were, ot course, chained in that portiou of the underground dungeon most favorable for reflection of all sounds to the secret chamber. By this admirable system of espionage Dionysius managed to thwart every conspiracy against his government which rose during his thirty-nine years' reign. The "ear," the prison dungeons and even the staples of iron in the floors to.Avhich prisoners were chained may still be seen. It is said that the tyrant put to death the architect of the "ear" and the slaves who excavated it in order that its purpose might never be known.

CUNNING OF THE FOX.

Its Skil! When Run ins For Life From the Hounds.

No other still hunter can travel so quietly as a fox, and mighty few men are as crafty as the four legged hunter when it conies to a matter of getting meat. Foxes have been seen in England slipping from bush to bush, crawling and creeping after a feeding hare, for all the world like a man stalking a deer. The fox cannot catch a rabbit iu a fair chase, but its food is mostly rabbits in spite of their fleetness. But at no time does it display its skill so well as when running for life with a pack of hounds on its trail.

Glaus Magnus, archbishop of Upsala, wrote a book called "Ilistoria de Gentibus Septentrionalibus." of which an English translation exists. This book tells of a fox that leaped from back to back of a herd of goats. As the dogs could not follow, the fox escaped.

A curious trick of English foxes is to jump as high as possible, grasping a tree branch with their teeth, hold on till the hounds have gone on and then, dropping to the ground, escape. This is similar to the trick of the American fox which jumps into a tive and rests on a branch, but American dogs are not such fools as English dogs. They gather around'the tree and howl till the hunter comes.

The Tumbleivccd.

Tuinbleweeds spread themselves in a wholesale fashion. Instead of sending the separate seeds out into the world with wings or hairs to carry them, the whole plant breaks off near the root, when these are ripe, and goes rolling along the ground before the wind. The bare, sun scorched deserts of the great west produce several tumbleweeds, and there are some in the prairie region. It is natural that they should be most abundant where there are no hills or trees to stop them in their course. But we have one tumbleweed in the east—the old witch grass, so called, maybe, because it rides the wind like an old beldame. In September this grass spreads its head or panicle, with hairlike, purple branches, in every sandy field. When the seeds are ripe the plants are blown across the field, often piling up in masses along fences and hedgerows. As might be expected, the hair grass, which has so effective a way of spreading itself, is found throughout the United States from ocean to ocean.

Turned the Tables.

Alexandre Dumas one day found in his mail a letter from a French count suggesting collaboration in the writing of a drama, Dumas to get the pecuniary benefits and the count to share in the glory. The author sent the following answer: "Sir, I am not in the habit of harnessing a horse and an ass to my carriage. I regret, therefore, that I cannot accept your amiable proposition." The count, in his turn, wrote: "Sir, your note refusing to join me in literary work is at hand. Of course you are at perfect liberty to refuse so advantageous an offer, but I forbid your calling me a horse in the future." .. :v -1.

A Toothpick Town.

Only one characteristic distinguishes the little village of Strong, Me., from the thousands of others that are scattered all over New England. That is the peculiar industry which serves to support the entire, community. Strong is famous for nothing but toothpicks, but it is known in the trade as the place from which come the majority of the toothpicks that are used in the United States.

Courting: Worry.

"My wife was rather worried when I left her this morning." "What was the matter?" "Well, she had been worrying about something or other yesterday evening, and this morning she couldn't remember what it was."

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I am in a hideous pickle. Here I've got nothing to eat, and the only thing I've got to pawn are my false teeth, and if I pawn them and buy something to eat, then I can't eat it. I never was In &uch an awful fix In all my life.—Boston Globe. „r,,

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Indiana Horse Show.

The chief horse show to be held in Indiana this year will be that given at the State Fair. Horse shows have developed into the feature of the year in many Indiana county seats. In scores of the towns this summer events of the kind were given, and it seems that the winners of ribbons in these local contests have developed in ambition and will during" the week of September 10 undertake to win the royal purple ribbons which the State Pair management will award. The prizes for the show horses will amount to over $2,300, and of this amount §352 is to go to the standard bred. There will be contests for gentlemen's pairs, four-in-hands, and higii steppers, and for the best equipages. The awards offered for coach pairs and roadsters amount to $300. 'A

There will not be a more interesting- feature of the horse show than that of the contest among saddlers, in which many men and women owners will participate, and in which the prizes amount to $300.

The champion horse of the State Pair will receive $50 and a decorative rosette that will be an ornament to the finest bridle that hang's in an Indiana stable. The pony classes are also expected to be well filled, the total awardis offered for those animals being $505.

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