Hope Republican, Volume 1, Number 48, Hope, Bartholomew County, 23 March 1893 — Page 5

I have still got the goods, I am selling every day. Why? Because I sell cheap and give extra value for the money. Fits perfect. Ask your acquaintances about the work I do, and then write me or come over to C. C. TAYLOR. Edinburg, Ind. HOPE. REPUBLICAN. A HEROIC GIRL. “Well, Sue,” Raid Mrs. Craig, “did you get any mail?*’ “Yes, mother, a letter from Aunt Maria, and I was just dying t o learn what she says. Aunt Maria always has some plan on hand for me.’’ Mrs. Craig tore open the missive. “She only wants you to be ready to go to Niagara falls with her when she arrives here on her way to New York--that’s all.” And Mrs. Craig folded the letter and tried to appear unconcerned. “To Niagara falls! It’s the grandest thing that ever happened.” “Of course you’ll let me go?” said Sue, releasing her hold and staring at her mother as if there might be, after all, a possibility of a disappointment. “Yes, Sue,” said Mrs. Craig, patting her daughter fondly on the Iwick, “you shall go, but Just on one condition, and that is that you will never frighten us again as you did yesterday by going through the railroad tunnel or crossing the trestle at the end of it by yourself.” “I’ll promise. And 1*11 keep my promise, too, mother. That won’t be hard.” “Very well. You know the danger. If you should be caught in there when a train is coming, 1 don’t know what would become of you. Father and I are going over to Mrs. Huston’s to stay all afternoon, and we want 3*0 u to do the flagging if any may be required. There are only the two ex /•presses Indore * o’clock, and we will be home b}' that time.” Mr. and Mrs. Craig went on their visit, r.nd Sue was left by herself in charge of the tunnel watch house. She could see right straight thioogh the long black hole and catch a glimpse of the distant mountain peaks beyond and she sat in the little door and gazed ia that direction a full hour after her parents had gone, for thither lay Niagara falls, 200 miles away. So intent were her thoughts on the promised journey that she forgot everything else and failed to take note of anything around her Once, for the moment, she was dimly conscious of a strange sound, as of distant crashing timber, but she gave it no immediate heed, if indeed she heard it at all. Hut after a few seconds more she seemed to wake up and become conscious that something had happened. She sprang quickly from her chair and ran across the track. Heyond the farther mouth of the tunnel, which was cul>through a small hill, the railroad branched into two lines, the one turning south into a valley, and the other immediately crossing a long trestle, visible from the watchhouse and then skirting the opposite mountain side toward the east. The junction was known as the Fox Tunnel V, the southern line was called the Valley Fork, and the eastern the Trestle Fork. For a full minute after she had crossed the track she did not utter another sound. She stood a* one transfixed. Then all at once she sprang forward and looked again. “Yes, the trestle has slid!” she gasped, turning white as a sheet, “and the trains are both due here in the next 10 minutes—the southern express first and then the eastern—and both coming this way through the tunnel!” Her knees trembled, and she shook like a leaf. “I know! The southern express comes first! I’ll stop it just as soon as it gets through to this side of the tunnel, and it can run back then and warn the eastern express of the danger! Hut suppose the first train should lie late! They are nevermore than five minutes apart!” She wrung her hands again and again, striving in vain to solve the awful problem. She returned to the watchhouse and looked at the clock. “There is no more time to waste! There is but one way—I must try to get through the tunnel before the first train comes. If it overtakes me while 1 am in there—but I can get into one of the manholes. Something must be done!” She heard a faint whistle far away down the Valley Fork, which strengthened her resolution to act. She rushed into the house, got out the danger flag and the next moment had disappeared into the mouth of the dark, damp hole. The sudden chilliness seemed to cool her heated brain, and she grew more composed and stronger. She flew along over the ties as fast as her nimble feet would ciirrj f her, but her swiftest movement appeared hardly equal to a snail’s | ace now. On, on she sped into the darkness, with the light from the farther end streaming into her eyes. At first ail was still, save the echo of her own footsteps, but when she had crossed half t he distance she heard a low, ominous rumbling, whose meaning she knew only too well. It was the sound of the southern express laboring up the Valley Fork not a mile awa}*. She still had a good stretch to pass before she could reach the mout h. Could she get there before the express? She had scarcely asked herself the question when the train leaped into the tunnel with a shriek. She had gained the wall quick us a flash. She was l a jrianiiois. into this .she

squeezed herself. ~She had escaped "by a hairbreadth, for the great iron monster had passed her with a snort like a wild beast and had puffed a huge volume of black smoke into her very face before she had had time to put her handkerchief to her month. With a crash like thunder the train went roaring by. Sue, half blinded and suffocated, did not wait to see whether the southern express would stop or not. She leaped out to the track again and flew on her mission to save the other train coming down the Trestle Fork. &he was but a moment in getting over the remaining ground and reaching the ties of the trestle. She had taken her station, raised the red flag and was all ready before the eastern express whistled for the curve a mile below. The one whistle was followed b>’ a series of sharp shrieks, and Sue knew the train was saved. The engineer reversed the lever, the brakemeu sprang to the platforms, the airbrakes whistled, the whole train gave a mighty groan and shiver, and after a few irregular shoots came to a dead stop. The excitement over, it was found that nobody was hurt, although several persons were bruised by being thrown forward, and all Were terribly frightened. Sue tried to get away, but the grateful people would not let her. Before she had a chance to escape her mother and father came. “Mother, forgive me!” cried Sue, throwing her arms around Mrs. Craig’s neck. “I had to disobe>' 3011!” “Sue, my child,” said her father, blowing his nose ver>* hard, “here is your Aunt Maria. She arrived on the southern express, and she is going on to Niagara right away. You had better run home and get ready to go along with her,” and Mr. Craig blew his nose very hard again. Sue made her trip, and enjoyed it, too, despite her broken promise to her mother. But whenever the matter was referred to Aunt Maria would say, “There are great duties and small duties, Sue—great duties and small duties.” And then Sue would »it and think.—Exchange. At the Clo«e of tlic Nineteenth Century. There is a good deal of talk and much writing about the wonderful inventions and discoveries of the century just closing; a good deal of wonder, too, as to what is to be the effect of these inventions upon civilization. It is noted that the enormous and as many think, dangerous combinations which are the most striking features of the closing years of the century have been made possible by these discoveries and inventions, and may be said to be a necessary result of them. The invention of thespinning-jenny, followed by the jack and self-acting mule, and the invention of the power loom, with the improvements of Crompton and others, silenced the spinning wheel in the home and put an end to the small hand-loom shop. The one, two or three set woolen mills have given way to the monster factories, and even these have been swallowed up in trusts. What is true of the woolen industry is true of almost every-other. The shoemakers are almost an extinct race and their place has been taken by shoe-factory workers, and the tools of the followers of St. Crispin will soon be as rare as relics of the Stone Age or of the cave-dwellers or lake-dwellers of prehistoric times. The tailors, the filemakers, the rudders, the blacksmiths, the watchmakers and others are following the shoemakers into the limbo of obsoleteness, and soon the world’s workers will be reduced to a race of ma-chine-tenders. One > there were small employers who worked with their men, ate at the same table with them, discussed politics with them, and were to all intents one with them, never dreaming of difference! of class. These have disappeared, as extinct as the dodo. In democratic America a plutocracy has been and is being built up as distinct from the common people as any of the Old World aristocracies; and, though not so impassable, class lines and caste lines are as distinctly defined here as elsewhere. The era of great trusts and combinations of capitalists is but beginning. Before the century closes we shall probably see the trusts now bounded by national lines swallowed up in trusts that have the whole world for their exploiting ground. The day when the entire coalfields of this continent will be in the hands of one combination is already in sight, and the to-morrow of that day will see the worlds fuel supply controlled by one corporation. Are there any optimistic, enough to believe that the trusts, once their power is thoroughly established, will use it for the benefit of the race? Soulless and heartless as corporations proverbially are, is it to be expected that they will be more humane than the individual tyrants of whem the world has well-

nigh rid itself, who at their worst were men with hearts to feel and consciences which might be appealed to, and who had a personal interest, even if a selfish one, in the preservation of the lives of their victims? Soulless and devoid of humane sentiments as the machines and inventions they control, the corporations have less interest in the welfare of their easily replaced human units than they have in any cog or spring in those machines. No ogre, demon or evil geni ever evolved from the thought of a poet was so remorseless and cruel as the combinations of capital which this century is creating. While the world has been in pain over the bringing forth of these monsters it has been lulled by canting tales of individual liberty, and as the people have listened to the seductive story of individualism they have been robbed of their individuality, and swiftly reduced from the position of producers producing for themselves to that of links, cogs, wheels and springs in vast producing machines, with no voice in directing their labors and no interest in what they produce.—The Journal of the Knights of Labor. The Iflilwaukee Fire. At the early break of dawn when the dreadful cry of fire Rang out upon the cold and piercing air, Just that little word alone was all it did require To spread dismay and panic everywhere. The fireman worked like demons did all was in their power To save their town from ruin and dismay It would make the stoutest heart sick for in less than half an hour. All their trials and efforts were In vain. Chorus Milwaukee was excited as it never was before On learning that the fire bells all around Were ringing to eternity one-hundred souls or more, Ane the new hall house was burning to the ground. Up in the highest window stood a servant girl The crowd below looked up with feinted breath, What must have been their feeling when the ladder would not reach, And she jumped perhaps to meet a harder deat h. A man stood in the window and his wife stood by bis side They say this man he was a millionalr To shield him from all danger They left no means untried But his gold and silver had na value there. A boy stood in the window and his mother was below She saw him and the danger drawing near. With upraised hands to pray for him she knelt down in the snow And the stoutest heart could not restrain a tear, She madly rushed toward the fire And wildly tore her heir Saying God take me but spare my pride and joy, She saw the flames surrondlng him and then in deep despair Cried to God have mercy on my only boy By Request. PUBLIC SALE. I will sell at public sale on my prem - ises 1) miles north of Norristow n and It miles south of Cave Mill on Shelbyville pike on Thursday, Mar. 23, 1893 At 10 o’clock, the following'personal property, to wit: 1 good brood mare, (15 yrs. old) 1 G-yr.-old Daniel Boone mare, 1 (i-yr.-old Red Buck mare, 1 2-yr.-old colt, 4 weanling colts, 4 head of good milch cows, 4 head of young heifers, 8 head of fat hogs, 2 brood sows with 9 pigs, 6 dozen chickens, 1 farm wagon, 1 breaking plow 1 two-horse cultivator, 1 binder, 1 mower, 1 cutting box, 1 corn sheller, 1 top buggy, 1 set buggy harness, hay in the mow; also,household and kitchen furniture consisting of bedsteads, bureaus, chairs, stoves, dishes, etc. Terms op sale: All sums under 83.00 cash; all sums of $5.00 and over* a credit of twelve months will be given, purchaser giving note with approved security. L. A. Vaughn. J. D. Vaughn. Thos. M. Vinnedge, Auctioneer. 060, S. GOOK. DEALER IN X-I UMBER, LflTfl AND SHINGLES. RED CEDAR POSTS. Tin, Iron and Steel Rootina, ROOF PAINTING, AND General Repair Work. Yellow Fine Heart SHinales. 0tVEtOPESr:..z3--WITH PRINTED RETURN NOTICE. PRICES LOW, REPUBLICAN OFFICE,

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