Greencastle Herald, Greencastle, Putnam County, 23 January 1908 — Page 3

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POUR CORNERS. Fred Thomas and wife, spent Saturday night, and Sunday with home folks. The infant son of John H. Knauer was buried Sunday, January 19. Jesse Ellis and family spent Saturday night with Charles It. Thomas. Our huckster, Marion Stites, says he wont make but one more trip in the neighborhood this winter. John Aker, has returned home from Indianapolis, and he is very much Improved in health. Mr. J. Urattin sold some fat hogs at Brazil last week. There will be preaching at Long Branch next Sunday. Oscar Thomas and wife of Greencastle visited at Wm. Thomas’ Thursday night and Friday. Charles B. Thomas sold two fat hogs to Wise Morlan Saturday. • Mat T oma spent Tuesday at her fathers. \V. W. Vinzant’s near Carbon. i d| Mrs. Minerva Brown is no better i( this writing. Mrs. Ben bingleton visited at Minnie Knauer’s one diiy this week. The share holders on the VivaliaLena line have met together and put on new B. B. Telephone wire. Charles Thomas took a load of hay to Greencastle Wednesday.

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FINCASTLE. Claude Duree and Ralph Cross of near here who are attending commercial college in Lebanon are carrying off the laurels in that school. Mr. Duree received the five dollar cash prize for the greatest improvement in penmanship and Mr. Cross received the first prize, also five dollars, for the greatest number of words in a given time on flu* typewriter. We are proud of this record. Mrs. B. K. Walsh was quite sirk the tirst of the week. Several from here attended the High School lecture at Roachdale Tuesday evening. C. B. Bridges and wife spent Saturday night and Sunday with Alonzo McGaughey and family at Russellville. Mrs. Clay Brothers and daughter, Anna, of Greencastle, are guests of j W. It Bridges and family this week. Clyde Bridges left on Monday for | Crawfordsville, where she will reel.:, r Commercial College.

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COATESVILLE. Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Greenlee and Ernest Greenlee and wife of Indianapolis visited John Harris and other .friends part of last week. Mrs. Lottie Rogers and children of Amo spent several days last week with Elizabeth Masten. Miss Opal Prather of Fillmore spent Saturday night and Sunday ! with Eva Wise. Mr. and Mrs. Tom Mendenhall and I Mrs. Rogers and Mrs. Summers attended church here Sunday The musical given by tne band boys Saturday night was well attendjed; over $40 being taken in. Mrs. Flora Gambold has returned from Chicago after a visit with her brother Bill Huber. Miss Lesta Buis spent Saturday (and Sunday with Grace Gambold. Carl Aubrey and wife have moved to town. The revival closed Wednesday night with three additions

The afternoon sunshine rippled across the lake, burnishing the waves to gold and bringing out soft glints In Margaret AHston’s hair. The girl's eyes gazed dreamily over the water. Her hands—firm, capable little hands—were clasped loosely behind her head as she leaned back In the rustic chair. The clear, delicately penciled features, the pliant figure relaxed to n happy aban-don-all breathed a rare atmosphere of refinement and charm. Mrs. Hushwell, j looking critically at her, wondered for the thousandth time why Margaret had never married. They were seated In one of the pretj ty piazza crowned boathouses which 1 decorate the Adirondack shores. MarJ gnret bad been reading aloud while the j other sewed. Mrs. Rushwell carefully ! threaded her needle. "It has been so lovely to have you all to myself this way, Margaret,” she said sincerely. "I almost wish Ned was not bringing up all that mob tonight.” A glint of laughter flickered in the girl’s eyes. “ And who all are coming?” she | queried idly. She knew Mary's social tastes—Mary, who was never so happy ns when entertaining a roomful. For herself, the fresh, cool breeze, the fringe of green edging, the sparkling bit of blue, the distant glimpses of purple mountains these filled her with an unspeakable sense of pence and comfort. She did not think that the people would bother her greatly. Mrs. Rushwell reflected. "Well, there are Susie Hoyt and Billy Morris and Jim Blackwell and—and— oh, yes, you remember Townsend Lassiter. He is just returned from Chile, where I l»elieve he was the most popular minister ever sent there from Washington. And Belen dl Herrera arrives too. She is a sort of ward of his, I believe. He knew her parents Intimately, and when they both died he rather took charge <>f the girl and has just brought her up to her mother’s people. She was an American. The girl Is awfully young, only seventeen, but they develop early in those countries. So when I asked him 1 invited her too. He brought her to see me just before 1 left town, and in spite of his being so much older I believe he Is going to marry her. It's quite a romantic story, Isn't ft?” “Very," murfinired Margaret. She had grown a trifle paler, but that might have been attributable to the heat. The breeze was going down with the sun. Her manner was quite unruffled." "I remember Mr. Lassiter very well,” she said quietly. “It will be pleasant to meet him again.” But ns she dressed for dinner that evening Margaret found herself using even more than her usual dainty care. When she had finished the girl lifted the hand glass and surveyed herself carefully. A little sigh fluttered between her parted lips. She was still slim and straight and tall, but the thoughtful mouth had a tired curve, and the soft hair showed a patch of silver. “And be is engaged to a girl of seventeen," she reflected rather wistfully. “Will be think me very changed, I wonder?” Then with a sudden change of mood she blew out the caudle and smiled. "He has probably forgotten the whole episode ages since,” she decided. "Don't be a goose, Margaret Evoking ghosts is a foolish pastime." But despite her philosophy Margaret was conscious of a quick throb of Interest as Townsend Lassiter came forward to greet her. He at least had not changed, or if be bad it was but to Improve, conceded Margaret. The straight, thick hair on his temples was touched with gray; the pleasant, frank eyes had a serious look In them. But the old flashing smile was there. Margaret experienced a sudden sense of relief. There was no hint of awkwardness In his manner. The note of cordial greeting to an old friend was exactly right. Then he turned. “I want you to meet Miss dt Herrera,” he said. During dinner Margaret looked at the little South American. She seemed a mere child, with her great, dark, velvety eyes and sensitive, quivering mouth. And Townsend Lassiter cared for her. He treated her with a grave, careful tenderness that considered her every want. Yet all at once Margaret was conscious of a sudden, swelling sympathy for the shy, half frightened little thing. She seemed so young, so helpless. As they all rose to leave the dining room Margaret spoke to her in kindly, halting Spanish. The small face lighted up, the soft olive cheeks flushed duskily, as the girl stammered some grateful reply. Margaret was almost startled at the loveliness of the child, and young Morris, close behind, caught his breath. The house party had been invited for two weeks, but hardly three days had passed l>efore Mrs. Rushwell began dimly to surmise something wrong. To all appearance her guests were well chosen and congenial, but some subtle sixth sense made her aware of a strain, a tension, carefully hidden, but acutely present. She fell to watching, but conclusions bn tiled her. The little South American girl, her eyes wider and darker than ever, clung to Margaret with an almost passionate devotion. Tile Morris boy moped. Margaret. In a mood difficult of analysis, enveloped herself In a wayward brilliancy Impossible to penetrate. Ones or twice his hostess caught Lassiter

» idjiug wl'U curious eyes Ids little l.uncee. What was the matter with them all, wondered Mrs. Rushwell. Was Lassiter Jealous? There could be nothing serious In the Morris boy's attentions. It was the last night of their stay. All day heavy clouds bad been piling up in the west, threatening masses of violet. The sun had sunk below the horizon In a sullen blaze of dull red. The stillness and the heat were intense. Margaret, restless and wearied, had slipped outside, seeking a refuge. a breath among the stately pines. Above her head they murmured in endless cadence, musical and mysterious. But to her troubled ndmUthe tranquillity of the woods brought no iH‘aee. As yet the pain was too fresh for nature’s assuagement. And twisted through the tangle of her own persistent thoughts ran a teasing little question of Helen's. Before dinner the girl had come to her room. The ca-mellia-like face was pale; the dusky eyes had an odd look of suffering. She had picked up Margaret's silver hand glass and stood balancing It absently. “Mr. Townsend, he Is a very great man. Is he not?" She had put the question wistfully, and Margaret had answered yes. “It—it is strange that he can care for one—one so young, so ignorant, so untrained," faltered the young voice. “Do you—do you think he really does— really?” The big eyes had searched Margaret’s face with an eager, almost a supplicating Intensity. For a moment Margaret's heart had almost stopped Us beating. What could the child mean? Then she had forced herself to calmness. “I know he does,” she had answered steadily. "He cares very much." But the question lingered in Margaret's mind, touched to a poignant signlflcnnee by the memory of that small white face. Of what was the child thinking? Whence came the hidden feeling which prompted the query? Margaret, despite the close atmosphere, shivered. Why had Lassiter returned aivl why, oh, why, had he come here to destroy, this time forever, the peace of mind which Margaret had believed so secure at last? And this poor child who loved her! involuntarily Margaret wrung her hands. How hard, how complicated, was life! But. thank Heaven, tomorrow they would all separate. After tomorrow she need see him no more. There was a step behind her on the soft carpet of fallen needles a quick, tirm tread coming hurriedly down the path. Margaret turned. It was dusky under the Ihlck sheltering boughs, but she recognized at once that It was Lassiter. At sight of the white figure before him the man started. “Margaret!" he ejaculated sharply. "Margaret!” But he caught himself at once. "1 beg your pardon,” he smiled “You looked almost like a ghost there among the trees. 1 am on my way to the boathouse,” explaining easily. “Belen and young Morris are on the lake, and it looks so like a storm." “Come,” she said quickly. It had grown very dark. The sultry air was breathless. Not a sigh stirred the branches above. The slippery, overgrown Jialli was difllcult to find, but Margaret sped uiihccdingly on. That little frail canoe out on the tumbling waters! (Hi, why was the boathouse so far? And then all at once a gnarled old root thrust boldly out caught her foot. She tripped, stumbled, and the next Instant she had fallen into Las slter’s arms. It was only for one brief fraction of time, one half anguished moment, during which the man, his stern self control shaken, had gathered her close. Then Margaret broke from him. “Belen!” she gasped. The lines around Lassiter's mouth whitened. “I know,” he said. “I know.” But despite his effort at self mastery the emotion roused was not to be so easily leashed. The bitterness of years surged to the surface. "Margaret!" he cried. “Oh, Margaret, why did you send me away?” “I—I didn’t know," murmured the woman unsteadily. “I—1 thought 1 didn't care, and then It was too late— you had gone. But—but you are happy now," she urged. “Belen”— “Beli'ii Is it child,” said Lassiter quietly. “When she was loft so aloue with only me for guardian there seemed nothing else to do. I shall try to make her a good husband. But you, Margaret”—his voice suddenly dropped to an unconscious entreaty—“Margaret”— Then out of the gloom a voice echoed clearly across the water. "No, no,” It sobbed, and both man and woman, stopping suddenly, recognized the voice as Helen’s. “You mustn’t talk so. I can't marry you. Oh, I can't! He loves me. Miss Alston says so. And be has been too good to me. I must not break bis heart, but I love Billy.” Across the murky darkness leaped a white Hash of lire. A tremendous crashing peal seemed to spilt the very heavens, and then suddenly the rain, loosed at last, came pouring down, cool, cleansing, revivifying, bringing a grateful freshness to the thirsty ground, restored equilibrium to the surcharged atmosphere. Great drops pattered on the pine boughs, but Margaret, her eyes wet with happy tears, was not conscious of (he pelting rain, for In that second when lake and woods had stood distinct and clear, silhouetted against that unearthly brilliance, In that instant of vision had been revealed the picture of a man and a maid, a picture old when time was young Billy Morris kissing Belen. “Margaret!” cried Lassiter hoarsely. "Oh, Margaret, you saw, you heard! Belen is going to marry Billy Morris, and you—you are going to marry me, aren't you, Margaret?” as she lifted her face to his.

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Some Quaint Terms That Are Com rr.on Among the Natives. "A bitched my fi>ot in the sconce and knacked my nuddick. and A wadn’t abk lo clunky for a fortnight." Readers of dialect tales will probably take it for granted that this sen [ tence Is Scotch, it is, however, Cor-1 nlsh and, being interpreted, means. "I caught my foot In the pavement and ’ struck the nape of my neck, and I was not able lo swallow for a fortnight.” There are some quaint terms common in Cornwall which have a pleasing savor of their own. The phrase “my dear”—prolonged to two syllables —Is not, for Instance, any indication of especial affection. It is a common form of address to either man or woman. So also, though with rather more discrimination in its use. Is "my deear life.” A young child Is mentioned In terms of endearment as "my ’ansome” or “tender decur" or even “tender worm." "Son" and “sonny’’ are used without the,least relation to the age or sex of the person addressed A son may sometimes be heard speaking to his own father ns “my sou” or a husband calling his wife “sonny.” "Young” menus simply unmarried. A bachelor of eighty Is “a young man.” Of a bride still in her teens it was said that she was "a pretty lot better looking than when she was young." An old person is not simply old. He is “old ancient." Several New England localisms are found in Cornish speech, as “cricket” for a small stool, “chores" for household jobs and “dowdy" for pudding, though in America the latter word survives mil) as part of "pan dnwdy,” tl.e delicious deep spiced tqi [ile pie of country housewives. A Cornish anecdote relates iliat a small boy left at home to supervise the family dinner while the rest of the household were at church, having, like King Alfred, neglected Ids duty and allowed the tig pudding to scorch. In his dismay ran to the church and from the doorway made signs lo the house wife to come forth. She indignantly signed him to wait, which for a time he did, but at length, becoming impa Bent, cried aloud in reply to her fur (her winks and grimaces, to the scandal of the startled congregation: “Ylew may wlnky and skrinky as long as ylew dll plase, but the llggy dowdy Is burnt gin lire crock!” Liverpool Mercury. OUR BRAINS ARE DOUBLE. But Only One of Them Is Used to Think With. Man has a pair of brains just as he has a pair of eyes and a pair of ears, declares Dr. William ll iuna Thomson in Everybody's. But. asserts Dr Thomson, only one of our two brains Is used to think with He continues; “When we come into this world we have a pair of quite thoughtless lirains and nothing more. To become intelligent beings we must acquire a whole host of mental faculties and endow inputs, not one of w hich does a human Ix'ing bring with him at birth. No otic was ever born speaking English nor any other language. No newly born babe knows anything by sight nor by tiny other som o. Every kind of know ! edge has to be gained by personal edit cation. But only recently have we found that this education necessitates the creation of a local anatomical change In brain matter to make It the special seat for that ‘accomplishment.’ Thus no one can become a skilled vio lln player until by long fashioning lie has at last made a violin playing place In his cerebrum. “But all (ids brain fashioning takes so much time and trouble that for more economy of labor, ns one hemisphere will do all that Is necessary, the individual spends Ids efforts on one of them only. As both head spheres are equally good for this pur pose, which of the two he will educate depends on which one he licgins with This Is settled for him when as a ehlid he begins all Ids training by Bit hand that he then most easily uses; hence It Is that all the speech centers and all the knowing and educated places are to be found only In the left hemisphere of the right handed and in the right hemisphere of Bio left handed.”

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The Landlady’s Mistake. On her first night at the seaside lodgings the visitor found It. Incredible it seemed, for the landlady had appeared a neat, cleanly, cautious body. But ns the lady visitor knew little of her landlady and nothing of her predecessor In the apartment she decided to mention the matter at breakfast. “I found something in my bedroom.” she began, and the landlady Interrupted. “Then you must have brought It with you!" "I am quite sure I didn’t,” said the visitor, “for I counted all mine before I left home. But if you insist that this sovereign Is mine, of course”— —London Chronicle.

Did His Best. “My goodness!” exclaimed an nnx lous mother. "What In the world made your face so dirty, Willie?” "Johnny Jones and mo had a fight," exclaimed Willie, “an* * he thr.iw’d more dirt In my face than I could swuller." —Home Magazine.

Not Honestly. “Have you ever l>eeu In Jail 1 eft-re?" demanded the Judge. “No. your honor, honestly, never!” “Of course you haven’t honestly. Few men get there that way.”—Kansas City Independent. Like All the Rest. The Lady- Mv husband Is particular ly liable to seasickness, cap'nin. Could you tell him what to do In ease of au attack? The Captain—’Tain't necessary, mum. He'll do It.—Judge.

[Copyright, 1907. by P. C. Eastment.] "Say, captain,” said the recruiting sergeant as he entered the room where his superior was seated In a building ou South street, New York, “I've got a jlm dandy of a recruit. He’s a swell.” “He isn't tlie sort we want.” "But he says lie's bound to enlist either in the army or navy.” "Bring him in.” The captain bad seen Thomas Dalton's kind before. It always began with a false name—the tirst name that came into their heads and it almost always ended in desertion or tragedy. He sized the young man up as he stood at the desk, nigl lie made mental memoranda as follows: "Hasn't got tlyough college yet. Got into some scrape. Old man has given him a dressing down. Young fellow Is proud ami won't stand it. Hasn't the money to go abroad or take a tour out west and is going to enlist in spite of the governor. Old man will buy him out of the service In six mouths. The mother’s tears will make him do it. He’s bound to take the army or navy. Six mouths of discipline will take some of the frolic out of him, and I'll give him a show to settle down.” Thu usual questions were asked and answered, the young man was sent to the surgeon, and before sundown he belonged to Uncle Sam. The sergeant, being now his superior officer, started out to patronize the "fresh llsh.” It didn't work, lie wanted to talk confidentially. The recruit was mum. Nothing further was learned about him. and after three or four days he was sent off to Jefferson Barracks to go west to Fort Thomas. They wanted recruits out there. The Sioux were threatening to goon (lie warpath again. There are men among army officers who should never have been commissioned. Their temperaments unfit them to preserve discipline and rule as they should. Such a man wirs Captain Coleman of Company G. He was quick tempered, irascible, peevish and a martinet. and of the ten captains in the regiment he was oftenest in trouble with his men and was obliged to report the most desertions. James Dalton was assigned to Company (1, and within two days and for no reason that he or Ins comrades could argue out the captain was down on him and showed it in various ways. It wasn't two weeks before he was in the guardhouse for some dereliction that would have been passed over in another. The colonel was a fatherly man. and in Ills desire to be fatherly toward the young recruit he made matters •worse. Dalton asked for no one's sympathy, fie gave no one his confidence, lbtried his best to obey all regulations and tit himself for a soldier. Ile would have had praise from the right sort of officer. Indeed, he did have it in a way from the lieutenants of the com puny, but there was nothing but growling and fault litidltig from the captain. Ills conduct almost created a scandal at the post. One day on company drill he was singled out and needlessly rebuked and sn-etltigly crit icised and ordered off b> the guardhouse under arrest. There was a muttering up and down the ranks, but this only provoked Captain Coleman to add other charges. That night in the guardhouse a gray haired corpora 1 said to Dalton through (lie slats of the door: “What it's about 1 duuno, but the captain Isn’t giving you a square deal.” “And it will grow worse Instead of better,” replied the prisoner. “You can bank on that. He's hounded a dozen men out of the company since I got these stripes. It’ll be court martial and live years for you if he can bring it about.” “And what shall I do?” “I’ve got to go out to post No. 3. 1 shall be gone fifteen minutes. The heavy Iron poker has got in with you somehow. If I was Inside there, 1 believe 1 could pry off these slats with

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"Thank you.” When the sergeant returned, Dalton was gone; also one of the muskets and a licit of fifty cartridges. Over on officers’ row a [irivato soldier with a musket hi his hands stood for th''ee or four minutes looking up at a certain window us if Blinking to send a bullet Into the opening. Then he lowered the musket and turned away and crept from the fort between posts Nos. 7 and 8. It was a sutumer evening, with the crickets singing, and the sentinels drowsed as they walked. Daylight brought excitement and a hustle. A member of Company G had deserted. Three mules had been run off front the corral. Indian signal smoke had been seen at daylight, and by sunup settlers came pouring in with the news that Red Bull had broken loose and was in the hills with 000 warriors. Dalton had made for the hills. He must go Into hiding and exist some way until the hue and cry was over. He knew that the redskins were threatening, hut he had no choice. In the darkness he crossed the mile wide plain and then made his way up the side of Eagle peak for the same distance, and the coming of daylight found the warriors all about him. All the long forenoon they could see the puffs from a score of Indian rifles. I They know that it was the soldier and deserter, but they could render him no aid until afternoon—until they knew that Ids last cartridge had been tired an hour liefore. Then 300 men marched out and found and burled the ghastly thing the fields had left. He had demanded ten lives for Ids one. lie had ostracized himself enlisted, deserted and there among the rocks ended It all. M QUAD.

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