Jasper County Democrat, Volume 2, Number 27, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 14 October 1899 — Page 2

Worth the Winning.

By The Duchess.

CHAPTER XXII. Night has quite closed in, a night exceptionally wild and violent, when once more the sound of wheels upon the gravel without catches Vera’s ear. Perhaps ehe had been listening for it —is even in a measure prepared for it, but even if so, this does not prevent the sudden agitated change that overspreads her face aa she hears it. Her pulses quicken unpleasantly and slhe half rises to her feet. An hour, two hours, pass, and she is in her room dressing for dinner, when a servant brings her a note. “I have to thank you for the kind invitation which Qriaelda gave me. Business matters have compelled me to come here again—for the last time—to-night; to trespass, for the last time, upon your hospitality. I beg you will not let my presence disturb you; my stay will be so short that I dare to hope you will not mark the coming or going.” A quick wave of color dyes Vera’s face; she lays the letter with studied slowness upon the table near. *‘My compliments to Mr. Dysart, and I hope he will dine with me to-night," she says, calmly, but with an unconscious touch of hauteur. How does he dare to treat her like this, to persist in believing —or rather, to pretend to believe —that his presence is so distasteful to her? What is he to her, one way or the other, that die should care whether he was in her house or out of it? At dinner, however, she will have an opportunity of widening his knowledge somewhat. It will be the simplest thing to let him see how utterly unimportant an item he is in the scheme of her existence. There is a brilliant light in her eyes as she turns to receive the woman who has now come back with an answer to her message to Dysnrt. i There is a timidity in the woman’s air that warns her. “Mr. Dysart’s compliments and thanks, madame, but he has already dined in town.”

“Fasten this bracelet,*’ says Vera, holdins: out her arm. She is aware that the woman is watching bpr, curiously if nervously, and she so moves that the sudden pallor of her face, the sole thing that shows her indignation, shall not betray her. “That will do; you can go,” she cays after nwhile. She sweeps down stairs almost in the servant’s footsteps, and into the green drawing room, a smaller apartment than the usual reception roomß, and now looking delicately cozy beneath the touches of lamps and firelight, and with the perfume of many flowers hanging around it. The wind, the thunder, the lightning, ■till rage, but the rain has ceased, and In the murky heavens above, a pale, sickly moon is striving feebly to break a way through the dense clouds. Suddenly the door is thrown open by an agitated hand, and the woman who had attended her upstairs comes hurriedly, without ceremony, into the room. “Oh, madame, I thought you would like to know —that you should be told—” she (stops, frightened by the expression on jVera’s face. “Well?” says Vera, going a step nearer jto her.

! “There is a ship in great distress, ma- ' dame —somewhere out there,” pointing Vaguely in the direction of the ocean, “upon the rocks, they say! There is Scarcely any hope ” “But the life-boat?” Tried Vera, sharpfr, forgetting everything now but the aw|ul thought of death*—and death so near '—out there upon those cruel rocks, with she boiling, murderous waves leaping to deceive their prey. "Yes, madame, but that accident yesterday—you will remember it?—they say it has disabled six of the men, and it is almost certain death to go at all, and the bands being short, there must be volunteers, and who will risk their lives ” (he townbred girl stops short with a quiver, and covers her face with her hands. “Volunteer*! Wfiere is Mr. Dysart?” cries Vera, suddenly, with prophetic instinct. “Speak, girl!” turning fiercely on her maid. ■ “Gone down to the beach, madame, to aee what can be done.” “Gone!” says Vera, slowly, as if dazed, and then again, “gone!” A little conclusive shiver runs through her —it is the final breaking up of any lingering de- » celts, any last illusions, that she may , v still have clung to. “Order the carriage,” she says, after a minute or two, during which mistress and maid have remained silent. This sudden vraking-up has been so far a shock that it has killed all immediate nervousness. She feels chilled, calmed, strengthened. The moon has in a measure conquered the clouds, and now shines out with a pale, watery luster, that rather adds to than takes from the weird wildness of the night. The thunder still rattles overhead, and vivid flashes light the blackness. Here and there, as the carriage passes by the outskirts of the wood, these intermittent bursts of light show where a tree has been felled, or the road ripped up, or a small bridge carried bodily away by the force of the swollen current underneath. All through the deadly crashing of the storm a booming sound may be heard at long intervals. Half maddened by it, and by that other greater fear, Vera lies back in the carriage, pressing her fingers now to her ears, now to her throbbing brow, that feels as if it were bursting. Arrived at the entrance to the village, a drive of about a mile from Greycourt, she stops the carriage, and opening the door springs to the ground. A sudden gust of wind passing by almost dashes her to the earth, but by a superhuman effort she defies it, and half blinded by the flashing lightning, and bewildered by the raging storm, she turns aside, and ■ runs panting, struggling, down a side pathway that she knows leads to the Leach below.

CHAPTER XXIII. The wild scene that meets her sight strikes terror to her heart. The mad roaring of the waves that, mountains high, rush impetuously inland to dash themselves to pieces against the granite rocks; the cries of the women; the hoarse calls of the men; the flaming, restless torches that fling a weird light upon the picture; all serve to unnerve her. And now a shout from the beach! A dark object being dragged forward, a valiant cheer, perhaps meant to reach those miserable souls hovering on death’s brink, and so give courage to their failing hearts; it is the life-boat, and now A tall figure has suddenly become prominent; he seems to tower above all those around him. He is evidently addressing them with passionate words, and now be springs into the boat, and with renewed eloquence seems to compel those present to follow him. His voice, in its vehemence, rises even abpve the storm. Not that the stricken girl crouching within the shelter of her rock needs that testimony to know that it is he whom her soul loveth. Vera staggers to her feet and stares blindly into the semi-darkneso. A hearty cry goes up from those crowded together on the beach. The mists have cleared away from the moon, and she can see as well as those eager watchers that the five black spots that were upon the rigging are no longer there. They have been successful, then, so far. They have taken those five halfdead creatures into the blessed lifeboat. Surely, if the rescuers could go through such a sea In safety, they can return. A blessed relief comes to her, so sharply, so unpreparedly, that she almost gives way beneath it. The good ship, indeed, is gone! Where the black, indistinct mass stood a minute since, now all is bare—there is but sea and sky, and the memory of it! But the lifeboat still lives. Every onward dash of the tempestuous waves drives the lifeboat the more surely into shelter, until at last it touches ground. A hund?ed eager hands are stretchqd out to prevent the returning wave from carrying it backward, some of the men, more adventurous than the rest, rush into the surging tide up to their waists and seize the boat and drag it forcibly into safety. Dysart, springing to land, helps out the rescued men, now exhausted by fear and exposure—one of them, indeed, has fainted —but there are kindly arms open to receive them and kindly voices to bid them welcome—and to praise the God of sea and land for their delivery from death this night. With a hurried wave of the hand he turns abruptly away from the cheering crowd and the dancing torchlights, and makes his way through the heavy darkness toward the small pathway that will lead to the road above. Stumbling, uncertain, and feeling altogether exhausted, he nevertheless finds It, and puts out his hand to grope for the rock that he knows stands at the right side of it, where the beach commences.

“Good heavens, what is this? He starts violently, and then his fingers fasten with almost convulsive energy over the small cold hand that has been thrust into his. A sharp little cry breaks through the darkness, and then the cold hand Is hurriedly withdrawn, and two arms are thrown round him, and cling to him with passionate vehemence. “It is you—you! And you are safe! Oh, Seaton! Oh, thank heaven, thank heaven!”

Whose voice is it? Not Vera’s? Vent! and yet the clinging arms are warm, living, and genuine; the sobbing voice is real; a small disheveled head is very close to him—very! What has happened? Has he gone mad?

He is ghastly pale, white as the death from which he has but just now so narrowly escaped, and across his right temple there is a slight streak of blood, still wet. This adds to his pallor. Vera, seeing it, shudders violently, and involuntarily, almost unconsciously, lifts her hand, and presses her handkerchief to tlie wound. “Speak!”'says he, and now the word is a command. It rings sharply. There is a very anguish of doubt in his tone, and his eyes, burning into hers, are so full of desperate question, that they utterly unnerve her. The strain of the past terrible hours has been too severe, and now she sinks beneath it. She bursts into tears. "Oh, yes, yes, yes!” she cries, giving him thus vaguely the answer he requires. In a moment his arms are round her, crushing her against his heart. To him those incoherent words are full of sweetest meaning. Yes, she loves him. Who shall tell the joy this knowledge brings him—joy that is almost pain? “Darling, darling!” whispers he, softly. And then after a little while, “I am too happy. Ido not know what to say. I cannot speak.” And then again, “May I kiss you?” He does not wait for permission, but presses his lips to hers—dear lips, that kiss him back again, with honest, heartfelt gladness. (The end.) The British marquis working before tbe mast has turned up iu St. Helena on a sailing vessel plying between England and Australia, according to tbe St. Helena Guardian. It is the Marquis of Graham, eldest son and heir of the Duke of Montrose, 21 years of age. He wants to find out all about the merchant marine and to earn a master’s certificate.

Japanese Clocks.

Japan imports American springs and manufactures clocks so cheaply that only the very lowest grades can be Imported. Live only for to-day and you ruin tomorrow.—Simmons.

GREAT SHIP OCEANIC.

LATEST OF MONSTER ATLANTIC BTEAMSHIRS. Evolution in Naval Construction Since Launch of the Flrat Oceanic— History of Transatlantic Maritime Development of the Century.

The new steamship Oceanic of the White Star Line has broken all maritime records and her appearance on the Atlantic marks an epoch in the history of ocean steamship building. The advent commemorates a development of upward of eighty years. The Oceanic is the largest steamship in the world, larger even than that fabled failure, the Great Eastern. The enormous dimensions of the Oceanic appeal to the imagination. She is an unprecedented feat in engineering, but aside from this her appointments are on a scale of magnificence made possible only by her size. This is concealed largely by her graceful line. The Great Eastern, with her great height above the water line and her enormous paddle boxes, looked more than her size, while in the Oceanic the long, trim forecastle deck and poop turtleback deck and the central arrangement of the deckhouses, all tend to relieve her of the appearance of mere bulk. The Great Eastern’s length was 601 feet. The Oceanic’s Is 704 feet. The former’s light draught was 15 feet; the later’s is 22 feet. The respective displacements are 11,844 tons and 12,500 tons, and when laden it la estimated that the Oceanic will weigh 28,000 tons, as against the Great Eastern’s 25,000 tons. The Oceanic is well able to steam 23,400 knots at cruising speed (twelve knots an hour) without coaling, or about the earth’s girdle. Her saloon Is 80 feet by 64 feet and 9 feet high, with a dome In the center of great beauty. Some of the state-

The Oceanic, the monster iron steamship, on her maiden voyage to New York, and the great Britain, the first iron steamship to cross the Atlantic, 1845.

rooms are 13 feet 6 inches by 9 feet and the vessel surpasses the wildest conceptions of Jules Verne’s “Floating City.” Her speed on her trial trip was twentythree knots. The main saloon will accommodate 850 pasemgers at one sitting. There la accommodation for 410 first-class, 300 second-class and 1,000 third-class passengers. Besides the transients, me vessel will carry 300 in the crew, and when filled, in the season, she will have on board 2,100 souls. Used as a transport the Oceanic could accommodate an army of 10,000 men. The first steamship to cross the Atlantic was the Savannah, an American ship built at Corlears Hook, on the East Elver, and launched Aug. 22, 1818. She was originally built for a sailing packet between New York and Liverpool, but was purchased before completion by William Scarborough & Co., of Savannah aid fitted with machinery. The paddle wheels were so constructed as to fold up and be stored on deck In stormy weather; the wheel was tndosed ln canvas held in place by Iron rtms. Her model was considered floe anil her passenger accommodations were thought elegant, She went to Savannah In 1816 and left that port for Liverpool May 26, 1819. She arrived In twenty-two days, paving used her engine for fourteen days. She then went to St Petersburg, returning to Savannah In November, 1819. Her machinery was afterwards thken out and she was converted Into a soiling packet She ran some time between New York and Savannah, finally running ashore on Long Island. She was of 380 tons burden. The first ship to cross the Atlantic propelled all the way by steam was the Royal William, a Canadian boat built In 1883. Within the next decade the first iron trans-Atlantic steamship was launched In England. This was the Great Britain, the forerunner of, the Great Eastern, and designed by the same engineer, Brunei. This ship was provided with a screw propeller and crossed the sea in fifteen days at an average speed of nine knots an hour. It was the famous Cunard line which first established a regular trans-Atlan-tic service with regular dates of departure. The Britannia, the first of the four ships, left Liverpool on her maiden trip on July 4, 1840, and reached Boston on July 19. The Cunard Line made such Inroads on the business of the American packets that Congress, Impelled by the clamor of American patriotism, granted a subsidy to E. K. Collins, of New York, for an American line between this port and Liverpool. The new vessels were swifter and more elegant than the Cunarders, and, like

tbe sailing ships of the old Collins Rue, won many laurels. The Cunard vessels stopped calling at Halifax, bat in spite of this were easily beaten by their American competitors. The Pacific, of tiie new line, made the passage from New York to Liverpool In less than ten days, her time In May, 1851, being 9 days 20 hours and 16 minutes. The next year the Atlantic crossed in 9 days 6 hours and 18 minutes. The line, however, wound up with disaster. The Arctic was sunk by a collision In 1854 and went down with 540 souls. The Pacific left Liverpool the next year and waa never heard from. The American capital which had been Invested in the Collins line was transferred to the Inman Hue, for years one of the most successful, and It subsequently became the American line.

The Scotia, the last paddle-wheel steamer built tot the Cunard line, waa the first to make the passage in less than nine days, her time being 8 days 3 hours in 1863. The City of Brussels of the Inman line brought it under eight days in 1869, with a record of 7 days 22 hours and 3 minutes. The sev-en-day limit was reduced by the Alaska of the Galon line, which crossed in 6 days 22 hours in 1882. The CKy of Paris of the Inman line, afterward the Paris of the American line, reduced it under six days, making the westward passage in 5 days 19 hours and 18 minutes in 1889. The Lucanla of the Cunard line holds the present record of 5 days 7 hours and 23 minutes. • The Southampton record Is held by the big KaJeer Wilhelm der Grosse of" the North German Lloyd line, which reduced the westward time to 5 days 18 hours and 15 minutes on her last voyage to this port, which ended lost week. She covered 3,049 knots at an average speed of 22.08 knots an hoar.

But the present-day ship must look to her laurels, for the blgnesß of the Oceanic proclaims her speed. Certainly great things may be expected from her powerful engines.

THE FIRST AND THE LATEST OF GREAT ATLANTIC STEAMSHIPS.

Its Pronunciation Is Kasy When Dutch Tonsne Is Understood. The language of the Boers ’of South Africa is grammatically the language of the people of Holland. They speak Dutch as their forefathers'in Holland spoke it and speak it now. They are called Boers because that is a Dutch word which describes them. It means a farmer, and agriculture is the main pursuit of the peace-loving compatriots of Oom Paul. A knowledge of Dutch would supply an explanation of the odd-looking words that are used now and then in the news reports from the sturdy little republic. It would also enable one to pronounce these words as they should be enunciated. Dutch dlpthongs are not given the same sounds as their equivalents in English. The double “o” for instance in Dutch kas the same sound as “o” in Rome, while the dipthong “oe” is pronounced by the Dutch as we pronounce “oo” In boot. The English pronunciation of these two dlpthongs la the reverse of that given them by those who speak Dutch. And “ou” has the sound of “ow" In owl. The sound of “ui” is nearly like that of the English “oy” In boy. The Dutch double “aa” to the same as the English “a” in war. As there is ne “y” in Dutch its place Is taken by “IJ,” which Is sounded as “y” in defy.

If one, therefore, would pronounce Oom Paul properly he would say It as If It were spelled “Ome Powl.” The family name of Gen. Joubert would for the same reason be prououuced as If It were spoiled “Yowbert.” The word Boer Is pronounced by the Afrikander as If it were of two syllables; tbe first long and the second short, tttus: “Booer.” The plural is not “Boers.” It is “Boeren,” and It to pronounced “800-

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THE BOER LANGUAGE.

er-eh,” because the final “n” is slurred. Here are some of the Dutch words that are oftenest in print in connection with the news of the Transvaal and their pronunciation and meaning: Bloemfontein (bloom-fon-tlne) Flower foantaln. Boer (boo-er) Fanner Batten lander (boy-ten-lont-er) Foreigner Burgher (buhr-ker) Citizen Bnrgerregt (buhr-ker-rekt) Citizenship Burgerwacbt (buhr-ker-vokt) Citizen soldiery. Jonkherr (yunk-hare). .Member of the Volksraad; gentleman. Oom (one) Uncle Raad (rahd) Senate RsndsUeer (rahds-bare) Senator Raadhulz (rahd-hoyz) Senate honae Rand trahnt) ..Margin; edge Btaat (staht) State Btaatknnde (stalit-kuhn de) Polities Staatsraad (stahts-rahd) ...Connell of State Stad (ztot) . City Stemmer (atemmer) Voter; elector Transvaal (trons-fahl) Circular valley Trek (treck) Draught; Journey Trekken (treck-en) to draw; to travel Trekpaard (treckpahrd) Draft horse Ult (oyt) ...oat; ont of Ultlander (oyt-lont-er) Foreigner Vaal (fahl) Valley Vaderlandallefde (fah-ter-lonts-leef-te).Love of one’s country; patriotism. Veld (felt) Field; open lands Veldheer (felt-hare) . .General; commandant Veld waeh ter (felt-vock-ter) .... Rural guard Volksraad (fulka-rahd) .....Lower House of Congress. Voorregt (fore-rekt) ....Franchise; privilege Vreemaeling (frsme-ds-Ung) stranger Wltwatersrand (vlt-vot-ters-ront) ...Margin of the white water. Pretoria, the capital of the South African republic, is named In honor of its first President, Pretorins, who led the Dutch in the great trek, or journey, out of Gape Colony sixty years ago and into the Transvaal to escape the dominion of England. Johannesburg is easily translated Into English, as Johnstown. The term “Afrikander” is used to designate the Dutch from the other white people of South Africa.

Feeding the Baby.

The care of babies Is never a sinecure, as many of our readers can testify, and the ordinary difficulties of the case sometimes assume extraordinary proportions. An English lady In India was recently worried about the failing health of her Infant The milk was suspected, and the doctor ordered that the child

be fed with asses’ milk. The lady spoke to a native officer of the district, and receiving a satisfactory reply drove with a man-servant to the station where the ass was to be in waiting. To her amazement there, tied to a post, all ready to be milked, stood a huge she bear. It seems that im the native dialect, the words ass and bear are so nearly alike as to be scarcely distinguishable in the month of a European.

A variation of the milk problem was presented to F. G. Jackson, the Arctic explorer, -when he found and adopted the Infant cub of a polar bear. There seemed no way to feed the poor little beast until Mr. Jackson hit upon the following Ingenious method: Taking a bit of sponge, he covered It with chamois leather and fastened It to a rubber tube which had previously been inserted In a bottle. Fixed into the cork of this bottle was a piece of glass tubing through which air might be blown to make the milk run freely. The cub took to the bottle like any other baby, and sucked away in most ravenous fashion, with a contented look upon her face, as If the last of her troubles were ended.

An Original One.

A sign over a negro cabin In Liberty County reads: * I Teaches Folkß to Reed an Rite an * * do figgers in their heads. • ***••****••*» —Atlanta Constitution.

An Aid to Vision.

“I suppose a monocle aids vision.” “Yes; it helps people to see through the man who wears It”—Detroit Journal.

THE PEOPLE'S MONEY

An Unanswerable Pamphlet. In all the literature of the crime of 1873, nothing is worth as much as Bronson C. Keeler’s pamphlet, fixing, as It does, the fact that a United States Senator, John Sherman, in acting as Rothschild’s agent In perpetrating the crime, used tactics such as put him ou a level with a three-card monte dealer. I have been trying {0 gather physical strength enough and to get time enough to "point out that pretended silver papers are telling us that the tariff is the mother of the trusts! Why, then, did we not have trusts before complete demonetization and in the long life of tariffs that is behind us? Those papers want to keep us from attacking the real enemy. World prices depend on the amount of gold and silver coin in circulation. Mr. Keeler has stated the question so clearly that I will not repeat It. I will, however, as many times before, quote Gouge, who in 1835 said, in substance, “Remove the cause; don’t fight effects." Trusts are not alone business affairs; they are a political conspiracy for disfranchising the farmer. The manufacturer was one of the first and greatest sufferers from demonetization. He should and did naturally oppose it. But the Rothschild ring said, “Do as we do; combine and rob.” Now this is the situation: The factory owners must get in a trust and “hold up” the consumers, and vote the Republican (un-Republican) ticket. The laborers, by working for and voting with the trusts, get rid of their crown of thorns s-nd crucifixion. (Those thrown out by consolidation get in the road, fall from car trucks and are run over or die of hunger and exposure.) Large sales and wide distributions of trust stocks bring in more voters from selfinterest. The farmer must raise and sell twice as much as before to pay the high prices, and the railroads charge him the same rates per hundred or ton, and so we have “largely increased railroad earnings,” a sign of “prosperity.”

as the German farmer on the Rhine, who has a picture of the noble, the soldier and all the other “six conditions” living on him, and says, “Now, God, have mercy on me if I must support these six,” so may our farmers say. In Washington’s farewell address he warned against party slavery, but though common sense alone would drive every farmer out of the un-Re-publiean trust-making party, party slavery will keep some of them In. Trusts will raise the prices of everything the farmer buys, and demonetization leaner the price of everything he soils. Every railroad employe, every trust-factory employe, all the bankslave merchants, all the trust-stock owners will vote the un-Uepublican ticket. But the farmers could down them all if they would unite. “Unite or Die” our revolutionary fathers chose for their motto. The un-Republlcan party in its platforms declnres against trusts. It is also in favor of remonetizing silver. McKinley was elected on the latter platform. Unanswerable Mr. Keeler has only one vote. —George Wilson.

“Value” Of Monex. The lawful debt paying value of coined money always has and always will have a powerful effect, intending ♦o maintain the approximate equality, but never can maintain the precise equality in the exchangeable value of money, made of gold or silver, when put under the hammer test or in the melting pot. The existing commercial value of these two metals is now very far from being a fair test of the proper coinage ratio, while in 1792 it was a fair test This is mainly on account of silver hnviug been so extensively outlawed by so large a portion of the commercial world for the past twenty-five years. The assertion so frequently made that silver has fallen In exchangeable value, when compared with gold, on account of the relative annual overproduction of silver. Is false, as can be readily seen by a reference to the official and universally accepted statistics of the relative production of these metals in the world during the past 100 years.

Many of the commercial nation of the world would, in all probability, soon follow our example, und the wide and mischievous chasms now separating the two metals would be bridged by our financial leadership. Some difference will always exist, ns the history of coinage has always shown, but It will not be so mischievous as to cause a disastrous fall in prices as our present system has done.

It is a mathematical question concerning which there can be no fair dispute. The comparatively great stability In the relative exchangeable value of our coined money from 1792 to 1874, was secured simply because the United States permitted this legal tender value to remain as a sacred and potent regulator, given to us by our forefathers, and happily we also had the co-operation of almost the entire commercial world, as our mints, as well as theirs, were open to the coinage of both metals on equal terms. When Congress commenced to tamper with this full legal tender function of silver In 1573, by making the gold dollar alone “the unit of value” and stopped the further coinage of full legal tender silver, and on June 22. 1874, demonetized all of our existing full-weight silver coins as debt payers, except to tbe extent of $5, the mischief wob then commenced, and has never been entirely corrected.—John 4- Grier. ,