Jasper County Democrat, Volume 1, Number 29, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 29 October 1898 — Page 6

KEEP A-GOIN*.

> If you strike a thorn or roso, | Keep a-goln* l If it hails, of if it snows. Keep a-poin’i ’Tsin’t no use to sit an* whin* * When the fish ain’t on yonr line| Bait your hook an* keep a-tryin’— Keep a-goin'! When the weather kills your crop, Keep a-goin’l When you tumble from the top, Keep a-goin’l 6'pose you’re out o’ eyery dime, Glttin' broke ain’t any crime; Tell the world you’re feelin’ fine — Keep a-goln’l When it looks like all is up, Keep a-*oln’! Drain the sweetness from the cup ‘ Keep a-goin’! Bee the wild birds on the wing, Hear the beHs that sweetly ring, When yon feel like sighin’ sing— Keep a-goin’! ■-Frank L. Stanton.

BREAKING THE NEWS.

Markham’s powers of endur'ance than I.” “But what do you think he’ll do? What do you ’suppose ’’ “Why waste our time in sup-

position? He’ll be here nfost likely this afternoon, and you will be able to Judge for yourself.” Betty Oakhurst sprang to her feet. “Ted is coming here this afternoon? Why on earth didn’t you tell me before?” And she fidgeted nervously with htr hat before the glass as she spoke. “But you knew. Betty, where are you going?” “Anywhere out of this,” cried the girl, laughing nervously as she stooped to kiss her friend. Nora, however, caught her arm. “Nonsense, Betty! You’d much better tell him straight out now and get it over. It will be ever so much" more awkward for you if the news reaches him from outside.” “I don’t see that at all,” returned itetty quietly, as she drew away from tier companion. “I am sure that Is—ls you-—” She paused tentatively. “You don’t mean to say that you expect me to tell Ted Markham that you've jilted him?” “I certainly don’t expect to put it In that way," replied Mlfes Oakhurst, with a little laugh; “but I am quite certain that you would explain It to the poor fellow much better than any one else." “Explain!” exclaimed Nora, Impatiently. “I don’t know* that there's anything to explain, except that you’ve put yourself and me in a most ridiculous position.” “Nora!” “I wish I’d never had anything to do with it. I never felt so uncomfortable In my life as I have done since you dragged me Into this precious scheme of yours.” ——- “Poor old Nora!” murmured Betty sympathetically, while she cast furtive glances at the clock. “You came here and shed any number of tears; declared that you adored Ted Markham; that your father wouldn’t hear of an engagement, but that If you only had a little time before you, you were sure everything would come right." "So it has," remarked Betty sotto voce. “It’s only a question of point of view." Nora dashed an Indignant look at her. “I think you might be serious now, and at least pretend that you're ashamed of yourself. You begged me to help you to get my aunt to ask him here, to act as screen in fact, so that your l»eople might imagine it was all over and that you had both changed your minds, and now—now ” The sound of a bell broke In upon Miss Helmsley’s eloquence, and Betty caught up her gloves. “I'm awfully sorry, Nora. Abuse me as much as you like. Good-by.” And before Nora could stop her she had darted through the door, and was on her way downstairs. She let her go. After all, it never was of any use to argue with Betty; she was one of those delightfully irresponsible creatures who always manage to shift the blame of their shortcomings on to other people's shoulders, and whom no otae—no man, at any rate—ever dreams of judging by ordinary standards. Nora wondered, as she stood there Idly looking into the street, how she eotild ever have been foolish enough to take Betty's love troubles seriously. Nora sighed as she stood at the window. It w®» a topsy-turvy world, and the wrong people were always being thrown together. If only V “Am I disturbing you? I was told to eome la here.” Nora started, and tfce color rushed to her face. “Oh, I hadn’t heard you come In! Do alt down. Aunt isn’t well. I am so sorry you should have had the trouble of calling for nothing, but she hoped to be able to go until the last moment. Won’t you let me give you some tea?” She spoke with nervous burry, scarcely pausing for an answer. Ted lfarkham took the chair she offered him, and listened in silence while she rattled on. Suddenly she stopped, conscious of his fixed glance. “la anything the matter r she asked, la a slightly alarmed voice. It was surely not possible that he could already have learned Betty’s treach- "*

“Yes. We can't go on like this, Miss Helmsley!” “Nor Nora felt the color go oat of her face. “It Isn’t fair to you, and besides I—things have changed—” * “You mean that Betty ” “Miss Oakhurst Is going to be married.” Nora gasped, but did not speak. “She is engaged to Lord Barthopa. I met Lady Oakhurst just now, and she was overflowing with loving-kindness to the world In general.” “Betty has behaved abominably I” put In Nora, Indignantly. Ted Markham smiled. “I think, on the contrary, that she has shown remarkably good sense. I am going to leave London; I really came this afternoon to say good-by.” „ Nora bit her lips. “I am sorry,” she began, “I am afraid I was rather to blame, but I thought Betty really cared, and —•” She left the sentence unfinished. Ted Markham's demeanor puzzled her; he was quite white, and there was a look in his eyes which troubled her. What was there In her fluffy-haired blue-eyed little friend to move a man so? That her companion had taken some great resolution, and that a singularly difficult one, It was easy enough to perceive.

<0 YOU think ihe’ll take it badly, Nora?” Nora Hclms1e y shrugged her shoulders. “My dear Betty, you ought to know more about Mr.

“Are you going to be away long?” she asked awkwardly. “I mean, are you going far?” “I think of going to have a look at the antipodes. My father has some interest, and I hope to get sent off to Melbourne.” “But haven’t you made up your mind rather hurriedly?” she objected timidly- “ Hurriedly? Why, I put things In train weeks ago!" “Weeks ago!” she exclaimed. “But Betty’s engagement is quite fresh. Did you suspect ” “I suspected nothing. I knew ” “You knew!” she exclaimed indignantly. “Then why didn’t you speak? Why didn’t you tell me?” “Tell you!” She stared at him, his tone was so vehement. “Oh, about Betty, you mean!” “Of course. What else could I mean?” “Nothing, of course— *•” “Really, I don’t understand you.” He laughed drearily as he rose. “No, I must not explain. Good-by.” She looked up at him w’lth startled eyes. “You are too hard on Betty. She ” “On Betty? Don't you know that I haven’t thought of her for weeks—that I found out long ago that we bad made a mistake?” “Then, why are you going?" Sne managed to keep her eyes upon his face, though her cheeks burned and she felt almost choked. “Don't you know that I am almost a pauper?” he said bitterly, as he turned away. Nora took a step after him. “Are you going,” she asked In a trembling voice, “because you want to make your fortune, or because—because I am too rich?” “Nora!” She covered her face with her bands. “Oh, If you were not In love with Betty, didn’t you see—didn’t you guess weeks ago ” The voices of the chaperons were loud In condemnation when the engagement was announced, and the mothers of younger sons and ungilt titles declared that Lady Hewitt had allowed her niece to throw herself away; while Betty Oakhurst shook her pretty head and reflected sadly that men were fickle creatures and that feminine friendship was but a broken reed.—London World.

Neill Bryant and Colonel John F. Kllkenney of the Louisville and Nashville Railroad had been friends ever since their early boyhood, and whenever they meet the reminiscences that are called up arc replete with the flavor of the high-rolling days when Neill was a star member of the celebrated Bryant combination, so many years America’s most popular minstrels. “It makes me tired, very tired,” said Mr. Bryant, “to read all this Btuff In the papers about Will 8. Hayes being the author of ’Dixie,’ when everybody except the most besotted ignoramus In the land knows that my old colleague, Dan Emmett, wrote it, and was the first man to sing It when he was performing with Bryant's minstrels. Dan Emmett is alive yet. out in an Ohio town, though the old boy has long since retired from the stage. It Is a stupid thing to try to put the authorship of the stirring confederate battlesong on Hayes or anybody else, when there are scores of people living who can substantiate the statement 1 have made as to the real author.”—Washington Post.

“Why is It,” he asked “that beautiful women are always the most stupid?” “Hlr," she replied, “am I to understand that you desire to cast reflections upon my mental capacity?” “Oh, no,” he hurriedly returned; “I have always said that you were one of the brightest girls I ever—” But be didn’t finish. Before he could do so he realised that he had sold the wrong thing and could never make It right. ‘

The Apaches of southern Arizona make whisky from the sap of a small species of cactus. They cut out the hearts of the plants, resembling little cabbages, and In the cop-shaped receptacles left behind the sap accumulates. From this sap they distil the famous mescal, which drives those who drink It to sheer madness.

Nothing makes a man quite so mad as to offer to help his wife, and then, be told that she can get along better without him. >

The Real Author of “ Dixie.”

Caught in a Box.

How Cactus Whisky Is Made.

WOMAN AND HER WAYS.

TALK WITH YOUNG WIVES. < < T—l VERY married woman, unless H she has been so unfortunate as to marry a brute, holds her happiness under God In her own hands, and the keepers of it are love and patience,” says Mrs. Moses P. Handy, in the Woman’s Home Companion. “ ‘Never reason with an angry man,’ said the Eastern sage. It does no good under any circumstances, and when the man Is j’our husband it is worse than folly. What will it profit you .even though you have the best of the argument? Therefore, in everything, unless it be a matter of conscience, It is generally better to yield than to contend. Not that the wife is to be slavishly submissive; no man can respect a woman who is lacking in self-respect, and every married woman has her rights. But the best way in which to secure these rights is not by doing aggressive battle for them. Let them be taken as a matter of course, taking It for granted that your husband’s first wish is always for your comfort, as yours always is for liis. Never forget that your interests are, or ought to he, identical, and try to convince him that his wife is his best friend and safest confidante. To that end never repeat anything which he tells you of his own or of other people's affairs; and if he makes disparaging remarks of any one, keep the knowledge strictly to yourself. Even the law cannot compel a woman to bear testimony against her husband; she is a fool If she does so voluntarily. Let it be your chief object to please your husband, and count nothing too much trouble to this end: It seems almost an insult to urge neatness of person upon any self- . respecting woman, yet there are many wives who come short in this respect, who fall into the grievous error of thinking that John doesn’t matter. John does matter much more than any one else, and it is many times more important that you should look well in his eyes than in those of all the rest of the world. The task of keeping a husband is to the full as difficult as the winning of him. and is far more necessary.” Mrs. Letjrard Stevens. Mrs. Letyard Stevens promises to be me Mrs. Potter Palmer of the Paris exposition of 1900. Mrs. Stevens, remembering the splendid results for woman that followed the woman’s work In the great quadrl-eentciininl Columbian exposition of Chicago, conceived a plan whereby woman’s progress might be advanced still farther in the big show

MRS. LETYARD STEVENS.

at Paris two years lienee. With, this idea in mind Mrs. Stevens gathered together such women New-Yorkers as Mrs. Donald McLean, Mrs. Hu-seil Sage. Mrs. William Tod llchuuth, Mrs. Edward Lauterlmeli. Mrs. Alexander 11. Stevens, Mrs. Lorillard Spencer, Mrs. T. D. Whitney and Mrs. T. P. Earle. A committee of five was appointed. called the committee on organization of the woman’s commission. American department of the Paris exposition, and tills body lias lieen chartered under the laws of New York. As the French government has declined to provide for an international woman’s department it is proposed, with the already given consent of the French government, to show what American women can do. The committee lias asked Congress for an appropriation of $150,000 to be used by seven women for the purpose of exploiting American ideas at Paris.

Entertain* Children. A Chicago girl, Miss Kathleen M. Shippen. earns her living making the entertainment of children at parties her business. Every mother will realize at once the need for women in this calling, and so will every big sister who has ever tried to engineer a children’s party, making each little gnest enjoy himself or herself thoroughly. Miss Shipper! spent her childhood in Germany, Switzerland and Italy, where the games of children are almost a part of history. The Cheerfal Woman. There are emergencies lu every household which call for the display of a statesman's skill. The cheerful woman is pre-eminent on such occasions. She conquers the grim uncle or the dyspeptic cousin with her Infectious cheerfulness, and her servants recognize her as their frleild and ally in all matters that are essential to their Welfare. The length of time she keeps her servants Is a source of wonderment to her less fortunate friends, but the secret of It Is In her own winsome disposition. She foot hew the tired worker with a word

of kind commendation where anothet might make a querulous complaint. When direction Is needed, she delivers it in such a gentle, albeit firm, manner that it has no sting of reproof. This gentle, tactful woman is not afflicted with work that is from “sun to sun'* or that is “never done.” She does not moralize much perhaps, but by some means she manages to accomplish a great deal of work and have plenty of time at her command. It is by means of that same cheerfulness of disposition. There Is less delay in executing her commands, and she possesses the gift of timing her turns so that sometimes it seems as if the “fairies did help her.” And the fairies of gentle breeding and of kind heart do help her. Heaven bless the cheerful woman! ■ ■ # Queen as a Doctor. Marie, Queen of Portugal, is a doctor of medicine. She is the only woman of royal blood in the world who has achieved such distinction. Five years the Queen devoted to the study of medicine. She had the ablest physicians in Portugal for -instructors. Behind this history of the scientific labors of the Queen is a pretty love story. It was not love of science but love of her husband which has been the incentive to her work. The Princess Marie Araelie was the daughter of the Comte do Paris. She married blonde, good-natured Carlos, and then straightway fell in love with her husband.

QUEEN OF PORTUGAL.

Their romantic attachment is one of the prettiest stories ever chronicled of royalty. Soon after the marriage of King Carlos, already stout, became corpulent to a painful degree. The formation of fat about the heart became highly dangerous. The doctors could not agree about the treatment. The King traveled about to many spas, and used all of the obesity cures, but without avail. The devoted Queen meanwhile was his patient nurse and constant companion. Finally, becoming disgusted with the physicians, she determined to become one herself. Gresham’s Mother Is 92. The mother of the late Secretary of Slate W. Q. Gresham celebrated (he 92d anniversary of her birth in Lauesboro, lud., a few days ago. Slie was one of the first white children born in what is now Harrison County, Ind. She was married to Colonel Gresham, 75 years ago. One of her sous, a sheriff, was killed by a desperado. Her oldest son was in the Mexican and y the civil wars, and he recently died of wo mi 4a sustained in the latter wai*. Judge Gresham, former Secretary of State in Cleveland’s second administration and Postmaster General in Arthur’s cabinet. died in Washington in 1894. Women Fire Fiuhters. In the little town of Nasso, in Sweden. the firemen happen to be women, however paradoxical that sounds. The place is only a little village, and four enormous tubs constitute the "waterworks.” One hundred and fifty women make up the tire department, and one of their duties consists in always keeping the tubs filled with water. The women are fine, workers, it is said, and know how to handle a fire with as little qonfuslou as possible.

ABOUT THE BABY.

In Spain the infant’s face is swept with a pine tree bough to bring it good luck. In Ireland a belt of woman’s hair Is placed about a child to keep harm away. • Garlic, salt, bread and steak are put Into the cradle of a new born baby In Holland. The Grecian mother before putting her child In Its cradle turns three times around before the fire while singing her favorite song to ward off evil spirits. The Turkish mother loads her child with amulets as soon as it Is born, and a small bit of mud steeped In hot water prepared by previous charms Is stuck on its forehead. . . In the Vosges mdtttttnins of France peasant children boftt at the new moon are supposed to have tongues better hung than others, while those born at the last quarter are supposed to have less tongue, but better reasoning powers. A daughter boru during the waning moon is always precocious.

PROFITS FOR THE TATTOOER.

War Haa Brought Extra Business for the Artist on Skis. The war boomed at least one Bowery Industry, says a New York correspondent. It brought grist to the mills of the “professors” who use the Japanese needle on the human skin. One of the best known tattooers has a “studio” In Chatham square, another expert can be found under the skylight of a Bowery saloon. There is no better profession for a young man to adopt, according to the leading professor, than that of tattooing, provided, of course, that the learner has a gift for the art. He modestly admits that it is a mighty poor year when he doesn’t earn $5,000 or $6,000. For the benefit of those who know nothing of tattooing, it may be said that the prices vary from 25 cents to S4O. You can get an anchor and three stars for 30 cents, but a Japanese dragon costs S4O. “In Memory of Mother,” “The Sailor’s Return” and “Hope” come at about $3 apiece, and are very popular. “The Sinking Ship” has a certain vogue among the despondent, but “Hoisting the Flag,’ 1 which represents a sailor turning the glorious stars and stripes loose in a gale of wind, is deservedly the most popular design. It figures on ftie bosoms of most American seamen. Of late, however, pictures of the Maine, the portraits of the naval heroes, eagles and flags have had the call. The professor is himself a walking art gallery. He proudly exhibits “The Crucifixion,” a battle scene and several other works of his beloved tutor. One of the earliest photographs of Lillian Russell, taken when she was about 17 years old, has been tattoed on the arms of thousands of American citizens, and it is not a very attractive photograph at that. Experts say. the tattoo mark is one .of the best aids the police have in catching criminals. One Bowery artist makes a specialty of “covering old w-ork” and administers cocaine when it is desired, though he says the needle doesn’t hurt.

Tornado and Cyclone.

The government weather bureau has sent out the following distinction, so that all irf<jta’ know the difference between these)two forms of atmospheric disturbance: The tornado is a sudden outburst of wind In an otherwise quiet, sultry atmosphere; it is ushered in by a loud. Indescribable roar, similar to a continuous roll of thunder; Its path is very narrow—seldom more than S(MJ feet xvide at greatest destruction; it moves generally from southwest to northeast, and rarely extends more than 20 miles; it very often rises in the air, to decend again at a point a few miles ahead; it Is always accompanied by thunderstorms, with ofte’. a bright glow iu the cloud; the cloud has usually a funnel shape, which appears to be whirling, though some observers have described Its appearance as like that of a huge ball rolling forward. A tornado may be considered as the result of an extreme development of conditions which otherwise produce thunderstorms. A cyclone, on the other hand, is a very broad storm, oftentimes 1,000 miles in diameter, and sometimes can be followed half around the world; the winds circulate about It from right to left, or the way one turns clock hands backward (in the Southern Hemisphere this motion is reversed). The air pressure always falls as one approaches the center, where at sea, there is often a calm, xvith clear sky visible at times. The cyclone winds often rise to hurricane force, but are not to be compared with the extreme violence of the tornado, before which the most solid structures are razed.

Bee Stings.

Nature has been getting Information from bee-keepers as to immunity from stings. Circulars were sent to one hundred and forty-five bee-keepers in Germany. From the replies, it appears that all but twentj'-six liad acquired immunity, nine or so having it naturally. The number of stings required to bring the result varies from about thirty to one hundred, and the remedies applied range from tobacco juice, salvia and water to French brandy, rum, ammonia, acetate of alumnla, heat and massage. Doctor Danger, who is conducting the investigations, states that a two to five per cent, solution of permanganate of potash Injected will counteract the poison. It used to be supposed that the poison of bee stings was due to formic acid; but as it has been found that heat does not destroy the poisonous activity, this can hardly be the case, and it is more likely that the toxic substance partakes of the nature of an alkaloid.

He Thought It.

An Irish soldier, who had been hauled over the coals several times, for imaginary offenses, by a petty officer, stepped from the ranks one day while the regiment was at drill and saluting, said, “Sergeant, If I were to eaH yon the squint eye’d son of a bloated race, what would I got?” “Six months, you scoundrel," said the officer. “And If I were only to think It, what would I get?” “Oh, we could do nothing to you for that.” “Well,” said Pat, “begorra I think it.”

The World’s Newspaper Output.

The total number of copies of newspapers printed throughout the world in one year Is 12,000,000. To print these requires 781,240 tons of paper, or 1,562,480,000 pounds, while it would take the fastest press In London 333 years to print a single year’s edition, which would produce a stack of papers nearly fifty miles high.

Wbtte elephants have become so scarce In India that they are now protected by law. Sportsmen will be glad to know that the law Is not In effect la this country.

BITS FOR BOOKWORMS

A collection o I I3G letters written by Charles Dickens to various correspondents was sold in London lately for $745. M. Edmond Rostand, the author of the successful drama, “Cyrano de Bergerac,” Is not yet 30. His young wife is also a poet, having published while she was still Mdlle. Rosemonde Gerard a volume of verse. The pair lead a retired life In a quiet suburb of PariJ* and steer clear of Interviewers. G. W. Cable has returned from his visit to England and has been for the, most part the guest of Mr. and Mrs. J. M. Barrie at their house in Gloucester road. He has also been the guest, of Dr. Robertson Nicoll and of friends: In Scotland, which country, Indeed, he, found more Inexpressibly lovely than ; even its literature had led him to anticipate. Marion Crawford's new book, “Ave Roma Immortalis,” consists of studies from the chronicles of Rome. The fourteen sections or wards of the medieval city are taken up separately and the record Includes the history of famous Romans and of noted buildings. The Macmillans announce this work and also “The Great Salt Lake Trail,” by Colonel Henry Inman and William F. Codv. A London publisher has beaten the record in the way of advertisement. He publishes a new novel, written In English by an Italian lady, “who is taking the final vows for life in a convent which enforces the most rigicl separation from the outer world.” After this, Miss Marie Corelli’s statement to the Strand Magazine that Mr. Gladstone told her that she was “as a woman, pretty and good,” ahd her secretary's remark, “Who could help loving her? She's so charming and she’s so good,” are pale. Rudyard Kipling has joined the war which is waging in England between author and publisher. On the subject of a draft of an agreement which was proposed by the publishers he wrote as follows to the editor of The Author: “I have seen the draft contracts. Nothing that you or The Author or the whole society has ever done to, or said about, the publisher will condemn him half so thoroughly as his own notions of fairness set forth for him by his own lawyer in his own way. Can anyone say more than that?”

RECENT INVENTIONS.

Cows are prevented from kicking while being milked by using a device consisting of a wooden or metal bar, to be fastened to the animal’s leg by straps above and below the knee joint, to prevent her from bending the leg. The gas from an ordinary jet can be used to heat a room by means of a new appliance, consisting of a metal ball built up of shells sprung.together, with an opening at the bottom which fits over the burner tip, apertures being provided at the sides for the mixing of air with the gas. An improved boot and shoe drier and warmer has been designed, consisting of a water chamber, having an airshaft through its center, at the bottom of which Is placed a lamp with a pipe open to the atmosphere and provided with an expanding end for conducting the hot gases to the toe portion. A Yirginian lias designed a portable' darkroom for photographers, formed of a small folding box, xvhlch has a number of nonaetinic panes of glass In the sides and top, with el-.stlc sleeves through which the operator manipulates the plates or films, the box being mounted on a tripod when in use. Incandescent electric lights can be inserted In or removed from sockets at considerable height by a new appliance consisting of a long pole to which a metal socket is attached, carrying wires which support a spring clip to encircle the metal base of the globe and* hold It while being screwed Into position.

Got In on His Eye.

A few years ago, a well-known physician of New York, while visiting Paris, attended an amateur circus—a fashionable society event—to which there was admission only by Invitation. He presented himself at the door with a ticket made out in the name of his friend, Prince Orloff, of the Russian Embassy. “But this ticket Is not yours; it Is Prince Orloff’s and Is not transferable,” said the doorkeeper. j “Well, am I not Prince Orloff?” asked the doctor. j “No, sir; we know very well that the Prince has only one eye. The other is glass.” “Well, stupid, how about this?” said the doctor, as he took his own glass eye ou? and held It in his hand for inspection. “Oh, I beg your highness’ pardon,” said the doorkeeper, “walk rlpht in.” The doctor had very cleverly hit upon the only respect in which he and the Prince resembled each other.

Portable Elevator.

A handy portable elevator for raising packages from wagons to the second story of a building has a supporting ladder carrying a sliding frame, which is raised and lowered by a derrick mounted under the ladder, on adjustable platform being mounted on the frame, whleh can be set level when the ladder is at any angle.

Gave the Queen a Parasol.

The only gift the Queen of England ever accepted from a private subject was the cream-colored parasol -carried by her on diamond jubilee day. It was presented to her by the Eight Honorable Charles VlUlers, still the “father of the house of commons.”