Jasper County Democrat, Volume 1, Number 51, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 1 April 1899 — Page 2

THE NEW EASTER BONNET, & itit m Easter bonnet* now like what they w ter be—fffco ones they looked so swtet In ter the oT-tlme boys *■*—»•: * *“•#■ n*| a* 'em up In finer style—with millinery Strang; Ata’t Bathin' like onr Bweetbcarta wore when yon an’ me was young! Jitn’t nothin’ like the bonnet* of the ol' day* la the dells. Whan we heard the halleluiah* of the welcome Easter bet!*; Thar frazn't so much color then, Invitin’ of the view. Bat yer sweetheart wore the lilies an' the tfolets fer you! An* Jeot a plain, bright bonnet, that wus styllsber ter me Than all the millinery I shall ever live ter ape! Tee sweetheart smiled beneath It—a plctur’ framed In white, la adds “arrayed In livin’ green’’—by *btvera of delight." ■fa right enough ter wear ’em, fixed up with thla an’ that— With a poor, stuffed bird a-atarln’ from the middle of the hat; hot fer me they’re no attraction. In the flamin’ winders hung— I sigh fer them onr sweethearts wore when yon an’ me wus young.

THREE BEAUX

“Oh, there goes my basket!" The basket certainly was going. Down the ateop embankment, above which these tear were walking—Elise and her three beam, whom the wit of the town had nicknamed “three beaux to her string”— the little beribhoned, chiptwistcd thing tumbled and hopped and somersaulted, filling all its load of wild anemones as it went, until it rested in the ditch, just this aide of the shining steel rails at the bottom. It was early spring, but already the woods above the railroad track were richly carpeted with anemones. Elise Gabel may have been strictly truthful when she •aid that she would give her life to gather wild anemones, but it is just possible that her fondness for that particular flower may have been partly due to the opportunities afforded by its quest for long ramtoe* with one or more of her three satel■tes. On the whole she seemed to prefer being accompanied by all three of them, like a young queen. Now that her basket was gone down the embankment she stood with clnsped fingers, looking from one to the other of the young men, as if in displeased surprise that all three did not at once back down the embankment to retrieve the fallen treasures. “I’ll go and get it,” said Ben Scadleigh. “I’ll see where it is,” said Brock McKnight. Then these two began to get into position for a careful descent of at least four-, teea feet to the track below. The face of the cutting was covered with loose shale, aad the pieces rolled away to the bottom ander the pressure of their feet. But for the third swain, a tall and’ somewhat loosely built example of young Boathera manhood, he quietly made his arrangements to sit on the edge and rest himself. “Take a seat, Elise.” he said, “and make yourself comfortable.” “Aren't you going down?" Elise asked tom. “No, I ain’t. I’m going to wait here till they break their necks or get run ofer by that Cincinnati Southern express—must be about due here by now—then I’ll go aad fetch what’s left of theuj—and the basket.” “Well, I did think you were more gallant than that, Joe,” said Elise, with sarcastic emphasis. All the same, she, too, settled herself on the grass to watch the competitive exhibition of acrobatics going on below them. “Well, I reckon it won’t take three of as to bring up that little bit of a basket,” said Joe, beginning to chew at a stalk of grass. “Here comes the train, sure enough," Elise cried. A long whistle interrupted hot exclamation, and out of the tunnel that opened where the hill rounded, only a score or two •f yards away from them, the express came clanging and roaring at full speed. Just then Scadleigh turned quickly to see where McKnight was; a mass of shale, either shaken by the vibration of the approaching train or disturbed by Scadleigh’s sudden movement, fell to the bottom of the steep incline, and Scadleigh rolled down with it. As the express rolled by passengers idly looking through the windows of the cars aaw on the verge of the precipice above them rterrified girl staring wildly down on them; by her a young man apparently paralyzed for the moment; half way down the embankment, another young man, who, by his gestures, was trying to communicate with some one on the level •f the track. Conductors and. trainmen leaned over the platform guards and looked intently along the rail on the inside. There was a bump and a rush of steam. The air brakes were being applied. half a dozen train hands some minutes late* reached the spot, running from where the brakes had at last brought the train’s speed down to a safe jumpingoff rate, they found McKnight and Joe Benton stooping over Scadleigh, who lay la the drain that separated the roadbed frtoi the face of the cutting. “Is be dead?" one of;them asked. “No, he’s only fainted,” Joe answered. "WMV serves him right.” And the disgusted officials pulling out their sratches turned and hurried back to catch their train, thinking only of the time lost through this absurd approach to a totality. “Hi* ankle is sprained.” Joe shouted up to Elise. “You go on to the over, the tmael and. we’U get him up all right.” It w*a not a very severe sprain, in truth, lot poor Ben Scadleigh had gone through ffto moat terrible experience of bis life while ho slid down—as it seemed to him—•t fall speed to catch the driving wheels of the great monster that rushed at him ' from oat the tunnel. In that little moascot be had not remembered that the Araia would be sure to catch him. He •wake to consciousness after what seem- • 4 a tong aad terrible dream of clanking wheels thundering over him in the shaliuhfrt sadia of water in his

Easter is unique among the world’s festival periods in having its origin claimed by many nations and races. The English name of the day is derived from that of the Teutonic Goddess of Spring—Ostera, whose name signified “The Arisen,” a mythical being who was worshipped before Christianity was thought of. The Druids, who seem to have been the only religious sect in Britain before the Homan conquest, held yearly a spring celebration in honor of the vernal resurrection of the vegetable world, and religious rites were part of the ceremony. Similar observances were general among the older Asiatic races, and the Egyptians, Greeks and the Romans, ns well as the Teutonic tribes of Europe in pre-Christian times. The Jewish Feast of the Passover had for about a thousand years been celebrated in the early spring, and the early Christians, most of whom were of the Hebrew race, continued to celebrate it in token ®f the saving of their race from the tenth great plague which immediately preceded the Exodus. It was easy, therefore, for the early Christians when they became organized, and began to celebrate certain anniversaries of special meaning to them, to have Easter and its symbolism adopted by all converts. The first name by which the church designated the day was Paska, or Paseha — a word the root of which is fonnd in both Hebrew and Greek, and signifying a sacrifice, and some derivative of this word is still used in all European countries. The word “Easter” is peculiar to English-speaking nations only, and shows that the Christian festival was combined in early days with the earlier ceremonies of the heathen Goddess of Spring.

face, and then he recovered sufficiently to ask, "Is my hair gray?” The laughter that greeted this question was a welcome sound to him. McKnight and Benton were wandering along the drain trying, if possible, to find some old pieces of timber that might serve to make an extempore litter on which to carry away their wounded comrade, but nothing light enough for the purpose was to be found. As for Elise Cabel, she was thoroughly subdued by the mishap, for which she felt herself mainly responsible. When Scadleigh had been slowly helped up to the top of the gentle slope over the tunnel she found an outlet for her penitent feelings in bathing his face with her handkerchief dipped at a spring close by. McKnight and Benton watched this treatment, and one at least of them was hoping that the girl would put off yet a little longer the choice she must sooner or later make between the three. This accident had certainly given Ben Scadleigh an unfair advantage; “Joe,” said McKnight to his lanky rival a few days later as they both left Elise nt her gate after escorting her home from her evening visit to the enviable invalid Scadleigh, “I guess Ben has beaten both our times. We might as well quit What do you say?" “Oh, I don’t know about that,” said Joe. "Wo might wait a little longer.” “You and I ought to come to some understanding about this thing, Joe. How long do you propose to wait?” “That’s right, old man. I like to hear a fellow talk business,” Joe laughed back. “Suppose we say till Easter. Then if Elise won’t take one of us by that time we leave the field to Scadleigh.” So these two business-like youths made this compact, with the understanding that each should do his best to win Elise, the capricious, in the meanwhile. This arrangement left them a clear ten days’ siege activity. Judging by nppearances, however, Scadleigh’s chances were by far the best. Elise visited him every day, bringing him jellies, the work of her own hands, and flowers—but not anemones, for she had undergone a revulsion of feeling that made her vow never to look upon an anemone again.

Considering the privileges he enjoyed as an invalid, it was not wonderful that Bcadlelgh made no haste to be up and about. It would have been worth a scalpful of gray hairs, even, to have Elise sitting by his couch by the hour, chatting with him and treating him with a marked deference ns one who had been her knight even to the death. But a time came when

SCADLEIGH ROLLED DOWN WITH IT.

the doctor could no longer allow his patient to spend night and day lounging, so Scadleifh had to own that the swelling of his ankle had gone and that he could walk as well ns any other man who had not taken exercise for two weeks. It was only three days before Easter and Joe Benton was enjoying a few minutes’ tete-a-tete with the lady of the thrift beaux, having gained so much time over his rival, Brock McKnight. “Yon put me in mind of that woman In the poem,” he said—“the on* that made the fellow jump into the arena,” “What woman—why?” “She dropped her glove down where the dogs or Hons or whatever they were; were having a fight. And'then this fellow jumped down and got It.” “Oh. And who reminds you of the fellow. Joe?” “Ben Scadleigh, of course. Only— f* “Only what?” i "Ben tnau’t *get the grtrve.’*. -*• “H’m. And whatdid this woman do thenr.jL jT “She chhnqljlttofe^any thing. to gel her glove just flung it in h?r face and never spoke to her ngnin.” t waKtsma

SUNDAY

ment or two, “would you have done thatflung the glove in her face?” “Suppose I had brought you the glove —the basket, I mean—what would you have done?” “Oh, by the way," said Elise, suddenly remembering, “I haven’t thought of that basket all this time. Who has it?” “You haven’t answered my question.” “Well, I do want to have that basket, Joe. I suppose it’s'been lying out there in the wet all this time. Mamma gave me that when I was quite a little girl. It must be ruined.” “Of course. Do you still want it?” “I’d give anything to get it back.” “Anything?” “Well, nearly ” And at that point McKnight came into Elise’s sitting room. “Breck,” said Joe, “Elise wants her basket; says she’ll give anything to get it back.” McKnight gave an inquiring glance at the girl, who smiled awkwardly and blushed.' Then Joe went away, and although it was much too dark for him to have found a chip basket in a railway cutting two miles outside the town—for it was nearly half-past eight of a March evening—poor Breck fairly simmered with anxiety. He was silent and stupid, and Elise felt relieved when he said good night, although it was not yet 10 o’clock. Very early the next morning the brakemen on a freight train passing the scene of poor Ben Scadleigh’s tumble saw a young man searching for something in the drain. “Hi, mate,” one of them called from the top of a box car, “is this here your Klondike?” Breck McKnight looked up, swore, felt like a fool and went home. But on Easter day two packages were left at Elise Cabel’s door. One of them was a satin-covered egg. The card attached read, “From one who » only too happy to have risked his life for you,” and inside, imbedded in caramels, was a ring. The other contained a little chip basket, decked with ribbon bows of ’Elise’s own colors, and in the basket were three eggs marked “3. McK.,” “B. 8.” and “J. B The card said, “Choose your egg and tell me your choice this evening." That evening Elise showed Joe her new ring. But she did not wear it. “Ben Scadleigh takes too much for granted,” she said. Then she calmly peeled the egg marked “B. 8.” and threw the shell into the fire. Then she did the same with the egg marked “B. McK.” “I’m going to get some salt,” she said,

as she turned to Joe from the door, ‘'and we’ll eat hard-boiled eggs together.” “Shall F peel this one?” Joe asked, holding up the third egg. “No; I’m going to keep that one.” And Ellse Vanished. Soon she came back with the sail. And she looked very pretty and, very *fed. n “Where did yon get the basket, Joe?” she asked as they ate their eggs. “In the drain, of course, when I picked up Ben Scadleigh.” “And you kept it all this time? Mean thing” > • knr v “Would you have had me fling It at yon, like the fellow In the story?! Breek McKnight came'ln just as they were finishing their indigestible Innch. “You’re too late, Breck,” Joe laughed. “Where’s Ben Scadleigh?’ asked McKnight. “I taw Ben after, church to-day, rt Ellse answered, demurely. .“He isn’t coining this evenlnif” After that she one beais.ee Sea , striag—for thg.rest bf Mg life. ■. vex, > And her life runs as smooth as a sonnet; * Though she may uot remember a word of the text. She can tell the dealga of each bonnet

HOW TO ENJOY SMOKE.

SlgUsad Wrssg of Handling n Good Clear.' “Personal observation has taught me,” said a Cuban cigar dealer to a Washington Star reporter, “that not one person In a hundred knows how to smoke a cigar to enjoy it thoroughly. For Instance, most men, after buying their cigars, stick them between their teeth and gnaw the ends off recklessly, thereby tearing and loosening the wrapper. Then they light their cigars and puff away as If their very lives depended upon finishing them in a hurry. Thus treated, the finest cigar will burn irregularly, and the smokers will, nine times out of ten, lay the blame on the cigar. The cigar may be to blame, but in most cases the fault lies In the way it has been handled. “After a cigar has been bought the end should be cut smoothly off by a clipper or sharp knife. The reverse end should then be placed in the mouth and the cigar blown through. This removes all the little particles of dust which cannot be avoided manufacture, and prevents them from being inhaled into the throat, and from producing coughiug. The cigar should then be lighted, and particular attention should be paid to its being thoroughly ignited all over the surface of the end. Then, instead of puffing away like a sjeam-eugine, the smoker will find that three or four puffs every minute make the best way to enjoy the cigar. The smoke should be kept In the mouth a short time in order to appreciate the flavor of the tobacco. Then It should be emitted slowly. “In case one side of the cigar should burn and leave a ragged edge on the other side, it is not necessary to relight it, as I often see many people do. A gentle blow through the cigar toward the lighted end will ignite the ragged side, and it will burn regularly. Smoking tills way is a pleasure. It frets me to see a man smoking a cigar who does not know how to enjoy it, and I often feel like giving him a few words of advice, and would do so were it not for the fear of offending him.”

The English Imitation.

,lle made Ills appearance suddenly, coming forward with a swinging gait. He was a tall, spare man, with a sharp nose and thin Ups. He wore no mustache, but sported a goatee ou his chin, and his face was seamed with painted lines. He was dressed in trousers that did not quite reach bis ankles, a rough coat, a wide western hat, and a long linen duster, unbuttoned. He whittled a piece of stick unceasingly. Someone said something to him. He replied thus: “Wn-al, I guess! I calc’late some! You kin bet your life on tbet, sah! Wa-al, I should smile!” This was greeted with a roar of laughter. He continued: “Naow, in my country, in the land uv the Stars and Stripes, suli, things Is mighty different, sah! Yes, sah; yes, sir! Y'es, sirree! I air A-mericnn, my everlastiu’ friend, and I air proud of It!” H» said a few more things in the same style. The listeners simply shrieked with glee and exclaimed, “How characteristic! How clever!” But who—who was the strange creature? Hush! Be not alarmed, gentle reader. ’Tls merely an English actor typifying the British idea of an ordinary American. They have us down to such a fine point over there.

The Tsetse-Fly.

It used to be believed that the tsetsefly disease, that plague of African travel, was due to a poison natural to the tsetse-fly, as the acrid secretions of ants or hornets are natural to those insects. A group of English bacterio!oglstsj have been investigating the disease, and it is now known that the tsetse-fly Is the mere bearer of the disease. The fly itself is the prey of a minute organism, and when ft sucks the blood of an ox, some of those parasites enter the wound and multiply incredibly in the blood vessels. Specimens of the blood of affected animals have been shown tinder high magnification, and the tiny, eel-like parasites, not larger than blood-cOrpuscles, nra seen in countless numbers. Under another microscope a drop of fresh blood was shown with the parasites actually alive and wriggling in disgusting activity. For comparison there we. e shown, alive and dead, similar parasites infesting the blood of sewer rats la thiscountry. Unfortunately these .par#; sites appear not to affect the health of the pats. The exhibition was a striking demonstration of the . modern knowledge of diseases; most of VtieSe are now seen to be phases of tile struggle for existence between* Small organisms like microbes aafi large organisms like man and tpe other vertebrates. Aad the victory is not always .Avttb-the strong. -!>.v

American Type.

American type, although 50 per cept. dearer than English, Is used In half the’ display work lb India printing offices, d-filch" an Anglo-Indian publisher says “hi hardly to be wondered at when each mail brings beautifully' printed prospectuses from America, while the printer Is hardly aware that an English typefounder pr machine manufacturer exists,‘unless he subscribes to a trade journal.” ;.:ui l •«*»■

Sculptur as a Fine Art.

“I think! could have been a sculptor,” remarked WhlageMa the bosom sis his bis hank of stooo, and then you Just knock off what you don’t want, and that*# atlJ’-Londo* Jwdy//

REMARKABLE PIANO.

Oaljr Instance \\ her* the Action Was “.»n the Hoc »» One who fcompiied a history of Acqultalne, describes a remarkable! pianoforte built for Louis XI. by the Abbe de Balgne. The King one day hearing a drove of hogs tuning up preparatory to a general rush for and promiscuous scramble at the slop pail, laughingly ordered the priest to contrive means by which these seemingly discordant sounds might produce harmony. Tradition does not affirm that the reverend gentleman scratched his head thereat, but owing to the prevalence of the tonsure it is safe to assert that he did not. Notwithstanding which, however, be managed to nicely grade the drove, from the thin treble of. the Bhoat to the bassoon grunt of the tusked boar, and having arranged them in stalls under a pavilion announced to his astonished majesty, who had not thought of the matter slace, that the piano was In tune. The King, incredulous, attended, and when the Abbe struck the keys there poured forth to the delight of the entire eourt a burst of music such as Orpheus never conceived. The explanation, when the crafty prelate chose to expose his plan, was most simple. The keys being struck, a prong set In motion by the action was stuck Into the pig, grazing or piercing, according to the force and temperament of the player, the resulting squeal, howl or groan producing harmony.

Day s of the Horse Numbered.

The greatest electrician in the world declares that the days of the horse nre numbered, and that in a short time electricity will supplant it. Diseases of the stomach, liver, kidneys and blood would be a curiosity if sufferers would take Hostetter’s Stomach Bitters. There would then be practically no dyspepsia, indigestion or constipation.

Closing a Brilliant Career.

In an account given by a distinguished man of letters of a recent visit to Mr. Ruskin this gentleman describes Mr. Ruskln’s appearance as singularly ennobled by the long, snow-white beard, which descends nearly to the waist and gives a patriarehial dignity to the finely molded face. The end of life finds Mr. Ruskin in a mood of perfect serenity; the storm and stress have departed, and all that is left Is pure sweetness and gentleness. His favorite occupation Is sitting at his window looking on the calm waters of the lake below. He receives great numbers of letters, but the present day affairs of tills troubled world make little impression upon him.

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Kleptomania.

Molly—Jack stole something from under my very nose while we were down at the shore looking at those fishing boats. Dolly—What was It—a little smack? —Somerville Journal.

Try Grain-O! Try Grain-O!

Ask your Grocer to-day to show you a packaged GUAIN-O, the new food drink that takes the place of coffee. The children may drink it without Injury as well a* the ndnlt. Ail who try it like it. GUAIN-Q has that rich aeal brown of Mocha or Java, but it is made from pure grains, and ihe most delicate stomach receive* it witbont distress. V* the price of coffee. 15c. and 25 eta per package. Sold by all grocers. Matthew Larking, the oldest living bellringer in England, lias retired to Grimsby after ringing the bells of Tetney Church for elghty-two years without a break. He is 97 years of age. The tomb of Mahommed is covered with diamonds, sapphires nud rubies, valued at 2,500.000 pounds.

MOTHERHOOD U woman’s natural destiny. Many women are denied the happiness of children through some derangement of the generative organs. ■ Actual barrenness is rare. • "Vi Among the many triumphs of Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable i * : Compound is the overcoming of cases C/lIID/IMIC of opposed barrenness. This great V€/#■#■€/ Vvv medicine is so well calculated to reguHmm late every function of the generative ongans that its efficiency is vouched for Awpnss avuw by multitudes of women. vsF MXL ifM Li a W Mrs. Ed Wolford, of Lone Tree, - “ Desk Mrs. Pinkham—Before taking Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound I had one child which lived only six hours. The doctor said it did not have the proper nourishment while I was carrying it. I did not feel at all well dur&g pregnancy. In time I conceived again, and thought I would write to you for advice, £ A Words cannot express the gratitude I feel * towards you for the help that your medi- % cine was to me during this time. I felt like a new person; did my work np to the last, and was sick only a short time. My baby weighed ten pounds. He is a fine boy, the M ■ joy of our home. He is now six KjU'A M weeks old and weighs sixteen // pounds. Your medicine is certainly a boon in pregnancy." /J 3 ■{,// Mrs. Flora Cooper, of Jfl mff\ f Doyle; S. Dak.. writ*,- / jjjgMF X : k ' “Dear Mrs. Pinkham— IMBf \W Ever since my last child I U W AJJ Wy V w ggV suffered with infiammatioq of ' /MStg yr the womb, pains in back, left fIBHKw side, abdomen and groins. My |Hv/I-9Vb A,' I head ached all the time. I could not walk across the floor I widlouttuffering intense pain. finished the first bottle before I felt better. I took jj| four bottles, and have been strong and perfectly healthy ever nr I now have two of the nicest J

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Big Accusation.

“Am I to understand,” said the unsuccessful candidate, “that you accuse me of hating used money In the Legislature?” “Xo,” answered Senator Sorghum, with a pitying smile. "You didn’t uaa money. You Just wasted it”—Washington Star.

Ob, That Delicious Coffee!

Costa bat lc. per lb. to grow. Salter has tbo seed. German Coffee Berry, pkg. 15c.; Java Coffee pkg, 15c. Salzera New American Chicory 15c. Cat this out and send 15c. for any of above packages or send 30c. and get all 3 pkgs. and great Catalogue free to JOHN A. SALZER SEED CO., La Crosse. Mis. (c. L> Last year Sig. Francesehlnl. the Italian archaeologist, discovered in the church of Santa Croie, in Florence, the tomb of Lorenzo Ghiberti, the designer of the famous Baptistry Gates, which Michael Angelo styled “the Gates of Paradise.” This year bis zealous labor* have been rewarded by the Identification in the convent church of St. Ambrose of six illustrious graves, containing the mortal remains of Mino of Fiesole; Verrochio, the master of Leonardo; Simone Pollainolo, Andrea Sansovino, Grnnaccl and Leonardo Tasso.

Lane's Family Medicine

Motes the bowel* each day. In order to be healthy this is necessary. Acte gently on the liter and kidneys. Cars* sick headache. Trice 25 and 50c. Ten per cent, of the women and one per cent, of the men marry between 15 and 20. In the total population the proportion of divorced to married per*, sons is about one in 100. t ‘