Hope Republican, Volume 1, Number 14, Hope, Bartholomew County, 28 July 1892 — Page 2

HOPE REPUBLICAN. By Carter & Son. HOPE INDIANA Ale good citizens who are interested in “higher education” will be gratified to know that Yale beat Hai" vard in the recent boat races. Elzea Nixon, of Elizabethtown, Ind., was fined $500 for selling liquor without a license. It would have been cheaper for Mr- Nixon to have observed the law in the first place. A number of the candidates for the British Parliament in the elections now going on, says the N. Y. Sun> are championed by their wives, who deliver vehement speeches from me hustings in their interest. The most notable cases of this kind are those of the wives of Mr. Henry M. Stanley and the Hon. Richard Chamberlain. Mrs. Chamberlain has within a short time won fame as a public speaker in behalf of her husband. For his sake she has mounted the platform, blazed away at his adversaries, vaunted his merits, and squelched the uproarious Tory rowdies who tried to break up the meetings. Mrs. Stanley has been less successful in her oratorical battles for her husband. The Radical rowdies got the advantage of her so often while she was speechifying that she has been compelled to give up outdoor meetings, and now speaks for Stanley in halls, to which admission can be obtained only by ticket. Mr. Gladstone's good and faithful wife does not make speeches for him when he is out electioneering, but she always takes a seat near him on the platform when he addresses a popular audience. She was beside him in Edinburg and in Glasgow last week when he spoke to the electors there; and all those who have ever seen her on such an occasion will know how her venerable face shone while her ever lively, nimble and ardent husband, the “Grand Old Man, ” made the speeches that stirred the very souls of the perfervid Scotch, and that doubtless sounded finer in her ears than any speech he ever delivered in the olden times of long ago, when the twain were half a century younger than they are now, younger in years but less mellow, aud not more pleased with the triumphs of life. The Russian Government is dist playing much energy in its effort to prevent the spread of the Asiatic cholera, which has reached Russia from Persia. The Sanitary Commission, which is a Government institution, is exercising its full authority in cooperation with the provincial and municipal functionaries of the region lying between the Caspian Sea and the Black. Agents have been sent out in all directions upon special duty, funds are supplied for the necessary service, a rigid quarantine is enforced at all points of danger, disinfectants are distributed wherever needed, travel and traffic have been suspended in some localities, and sanitary measures of various kinds are applied, as far as they can be applied, upon short notice under difficult circumstances. We do not remember that the Russian Government and its functionaries have ever before displayed as much energy in presence of the dreaded plague, or in striving to keep it out of the country, or in adopting scientific means of preventing its ravages. Russia has been far behind all the countries of western Europe in the enforcement of sanitary laws, and the present action of the Czar’s Government is serious evidence of progress. It is of grave importance to mankind. The great object at this time is to prevent the plague from crossing the Caucasus Mountains to the northward. It is at Baku on the Caspian and at Tiflis, both of which places are south of the mountains, and there has been a report of its appearance in the Crimea but this report is not sustained by the 'latest dispatches. We must hope that tbo Russian Government will be successful in confining it to the narrow region in which it now exists.

KILLED BY TURKEY BUZZARDS. The Awful End of a Man Who Bad Prepared This Pat© for Another. St. Louis Republic. About three weeks ago a party of gentlemen from Tennessee went over into Mississippi county, Ark., on a hunting expedition. The country around there is the wildest kind, and there were bo lodgings to be had, so the party set up camp. They would browse around together and alone at all hours of the day and night. One night the leader of the party, named Watson started out alone with his gun to get a shot at some deer. It was moonlight and terribly warm. Before leaving camp his companions suggested that he had better get back early, as a storm was coming sure, but Watson said he didn’t mind, and went on. His goal was a little stream about three miles away, where the deer came nightly to drink. On arriving there he hid himself in a clump of bushes and waited patiently for a shot. But no deer appeared. He waited and waited and finally fell asleep. It must have been something over an hour when he was aroused by a terrific burst of thunder and the glaring of zigzag flashes of lightning. But for the electric display the darkness was Egyptian. He could not see his hand before his face. Stunned by the outbursts of thunder and blinded by the lightning, he staggered to his feet and groped his way toward what he thought was the direction of the camp. To make matters worse the wind rose and began swaying the trees backward and forward like reeds. Then the rain began to fall in perfect torrents. Watson stumbled an with his hands before him, hearing the frightened rush occasionally of some brute scared by the warring of the elements. After some miles of hopeless wandering the lost man saw in the, distance the glimmering of a light. He knew it was not the camp, for no light could live there such a night, but he steered toward it. When he came up to it he found a little low log cabin, with no windows and a single door. Behind it stretched for thirty feet what seemed to be a low brush pile. It was not an inviting place, but Watson feared nothing, and boldly pounded on the door. The rays of light that gleamed through the chink in the cabin began to move, and a shuffling of feet could be heard. Then the door opened on a crack and the villianous face of an oldish man appeared. “What do you want?” he demanded gruffly. “Can you keep me for the night?” Watson asked. “I’ve lost my way.” “Well, I want money. Have you got it?” “Yes, sir,” said Watson; “lots of it,” and pulling his wallet out, he handed the man $5. As the fellow saw the big roll a dangerous look came into his eyes, but without saying anything he took Watson to his room —a small one leading off from the main room. There was no windows in it, and no floor, but it was better than being out in the rain, so Watson decided to make the best of it. As he stood gazing thoughtfully at his candle and wringing out his coat he thought he heard some one fumbling at the door of his room. He called out, but there was no answer. Blowing out the candle he threw himself on the improvised bed and tried to sleep, but he could not. There seemed to bo a disagreeable odor in the room; ho tried to think what it was, and finally it came to him. It was buzzards, the dirtiest of all birds. That’s funny, thought Watson. Where can there be any buzzards around here? He got off his couch and looked about the room. A faint beam of light was coming from under the centre of the back wall of the room. Watson thought a moment, and then dropping on his knee peeped under. He could see a large enclosure, thirty feet long and a dozen feet wide sided up and roofed over only with brush. Forty or fifty buzzards were hopping around and fighting viciously over a few parcels of raw meat which the owner of the house was tossing to them. Watson could see that they were well nigh starved. The old man as he dealt out the bits of meat smiled, showing his yellow teeth' and muttered gleefully to himself. As Watson knelt there on the floor in his room he wondered why any man could have such pets. The spectacle soon began to tire on him and he carelessly began noticing the crack through which he was peeping. “My God!” he exclaimed, “it’s a panel,” and the whole diabolical scheme flashed through his mind. The old man was going to infuriate the birds with a little meat, then let them in his room, and after they bad eaten him rob him of his money. His blood froze at the horrible idea. His heart almost stopped beating. Tip toeing to his door he tried it. It was locked. It had been the old man fumbling there- How he cursed himself for leaving his gun in the woods when the storm started. What could he do? While he stood looking the

stream of light widened. The panel was rising. He could see a string tied to it by which the old man could raise it and keep away from the birds. Wild with fear, the imprisoned man began to scream and curse. “Let me out! let me out! You can have my money,” he cried. “Only don’t let me die like this!” The only answer was a chuckle from the old man and a flapping of the buzzards’wings. The panel rose higher and higher, and in a moment one of the birds shot through and with a scream flew at Watson’s eyes. He choked it to death, but another followed, and another and another. His face was bleeding, his hands were torn, and his clothes were being dragged off him by the starving birds. There was but one chance left ; that was the door. Putting his hands before his eyes and turning his shoulder, he ran against it with all his strength time and again. His tormentor, fearing for its strength, had braced himself against it on the outside. Watson could hear him chuckling, chuckling like a fiend. At last, nerving himself for one last effort, the now bleeding, weakened man threw all his strength and weight against the door and it gave. Another effort, and it fell, carrying the old man down with it and pinning him underneath. With a wild rush Watson dashed out of the house and into the night. He ran and ran, until, almost exhausted, he stumbled onto the camp by accident. At daylight he and his friends went back to the scene of the adventure and found only the bloody skeleton of the human fiend and murderer. Caught beneath the door and partially stunned, the carion birds had killed him before he could recover. In the cage of the buzzards a lot of human bones were found, showing that he had succeeded more than once in his murderous methods. The Discovery of America. July St. Nicholas. Columbus, whose keen eye saw signs of mutiny, took steps to meet it. The men who were timid he encouraged with kind words. To the avaricious he spoke of the great wealth they would find in the new countries. " Those who were openly rebellious he threatened with the severest punishment. Thus by managing the men by tact, he kept them at their posts of duty till September 25, when from certain favorable signs every one grew hopeful that land was near. The sea was now calm, and, as the ships sailed close together wafted westward by ■ the gentle breezes, Martin Pinson, who commanded the Pinta, cried out, “Land, land!” and forth-with began to chant “Glory in the Excelsls.” But he had been deceived by a ridge of low-lying cloud. For a week following, from many favorable indications, all on bear'd were confident that as each day drew to a close land would be discovered on the next—and with each morning came bitter disappointment. This state of feeling continued till October 7, when,as the Nina, the smallest of the vessels, waa breasting the waves ahead of the others, she suddenly hoisted a flag and, as a signal that land was sighted fired a gun, the first ever heard upon those silent waters. But the ships sailed on; and no land came in view. The high hopes of the sailors now left them. The golden countries promised them seemed to recede as they approached. They became firmly resolved that they would give up the search after phantom lauds and return to their homes. Columbus had exhausted his powers of persuasion. He now boldly announced that he would continue his voyage to th« Indias in spite of all clangers. Doubtless he could not much longer control his turbulent, hot-tempered followers. But the 11th of October, the day after he had come to an open rupture with them, brought unmistakable signs that land was near—such indications as fresh weeds that grow near running water, fish that were known to live about rocks, a limb of a tree with berries on it, and a carved staff. Every eye eagerly scanned the horizon. Night came on, however, and no land had been discovered; but the eager men were too happy to close their eyes in sleep. About ten o'clock, Columbus saw a light in the distance that moved to and fro in the darkness, and shortly after midnight, a sailor on the Pinta made the announcement that land could be seen. The ships now took in, sail, and waited for the morning. As the 12th of October dawned, and the light of the rising sun dispelled j the soft morning mists, Columbus s | patience and unflagging zeal had their reward. He could plainly see land; and he tells us it looked “like a garden full of trees." It was an island belonging to what is now the Bahama group. A certain Paul Riehm has invented a mist or fog ball with which to envelop your enemy in a deep mist, nay, even a thick fog. These fog balls are easily broken spheres containing ammonia and acids, which, upon escaping, create a fog that envelops everything around it until blown away by the wind.

Mrs. Bryan, wife of the Nebraska orator, is a graduate of a law school and a member of the bar of her State. When asked to what branch of the profession she adheres she answers, “domestic relations,” as she has renounced her practice for the cares of her home. Two Greek women doctors have successfully passed the requisite examinations and are now serving in the Pai-is hospitals. They are known by the euphonious names of Mile. Kalopothake aud Mile. Nauplioton, and are the first of their countrywomen to take up this profession. Mrs. Humphrey Ward has been invited to loan the original manuscript of “Robert Elsmere” for exhibition in the woman’s building at Chicago, and an effort is being made to secure from the heirs of Helen Hunt Jackson the manuscript of “Romona.” Six hospitals have been founded for women By women physicians in Philadelphia, New York, Boston, Chicago, San Francisco and Minneapolis, all of which are successful.

MRS. HARRISON.

To the overcautious and conservative opposers of the enfranchisement of women on the grounds that the right of suffrage would pervert and corrupt woman’s instincts and purposes, would cause division and discomfort in the home, and would result in the neglect of children, there is interesting food for reflection in the history of the practical workings of equal suffrage in Iceland. In this nation of 73,000 people, where men and women are in every respect political equals, and are governed by representatives elected by men and women together, not a single illiterate child is to be foudd, every child being able to read, write and understand numbers at the age of seven. These voting mothers who educate their own children have produced a nation in which there are no prisons, no police, no paupers, no enormously rich or wretchedly poor people, and where the citizens are educated, industrious, chaste, temperate and intelligent.

THE GOWNS OF SUMMER.

One of the things that have been restored to favor in the revolutions of Dame Fashion's roulette is the old-time token of gentility, the black silk gown. Just at present this somewhat somber garb has an air of enviable distinction from its rarity and its general environment of bright gowns. It is usually chosen by the youthful women of brilliant coloring, and either decided blondes or brunettes. The woman of neutral beauty needs color about her; the women of decided color need only a background. The dinner dress of the day has sleeves of more or less elaborate con-

struction, and the gown of our illustration is not an exception to the f'eneral rule, for its sleeves of rich uchesse lace extend to the wrists and show the contour and whiteness of the arm through their meshes. A low-necked yoke and epaulets of the same lace, creamy white as with age, finish the dress and flash with the succession of diamond stars, pins and festooned cuains which decorate this unusual costume. Lillian F. Smith, the champion girl rifle shot of the world, has constructed with her own hands a small tube boat weighing less than thirty pounds, in which she is rowing down the rough San Joachim river to San Francisco. She will sleep in the boat at night under a canvas awning, and row toward her destination during ;the day. Miss Smith was presented to Queen Victoria, during her exhibition of marksmanship in London.

Another favorite, the black velvet dinner gown, appears frequently now accompanied by its traditional decoration of point or duchesse lace and diamonds. This gown, too, is chosen by young and slight women rather than by the dowagers, as in former years, ahd lends to young and pretty wearers a queenly charm, while emphasizing rather than ageing youthful beauty. Some one has said that no woman between thirty-five and sixty-five should attempt a black velvet gown, still it is at once the richest and most elegantly genteel of dressy toilets. A young English girl is seeing America on a somewhat novel plan. As she has not enough money to make the grand tour, she has adopted the idea of applying for work in the hotels of the cities she visits. She remains in a place long enough to see the sights on her afternoons out, and with the wages she earns and a small sum she has on hand she intends th see the most of America. The Russian blouse in colors that will rival the gorgeous peony and outshine the dazzling poppy, will be a great favorite with the young folks at summer resorts, and it will behoove them to keep clear of country barnyards; least they excite the ire of the pompous turkey cock. In the illustration I give you and excellent view of the girl in her blouse, and to

look at her it would take very little imagination to conclude that she had come over the fence rather than away around through the gate. This blouse is of surrah, and has no seam at the back. Tlie velvet ribbons stimulate a Swiss belt. The lower piece oqtends around the back, the ends crossing. The lace collarette has a velvet border which ends in a bow at the back; the deep cuffs should be covered with lace.

SOMETHING NEW AND COOT, IN SUMMER WltAPS.