Jasper County Democrat, Volume 4, Number 40, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 11 January 1902 — Page 6

Grandma's Way

RANDMA HARRIS was wrapt l UWping up the delicious golden balls '*“ - *of her own make of butter in fragrant, snowy linen cloths, and mentally calculating what the butter and the cottage cream, and the four pair of fat chickens, and tlio half-dozen pumpkins, and the four barrels of Van Duyn apples ought to bring in the market when grandfather went to town in«the *>i* wagon the next day. And Just as she had about decided that, with good luck, they ought to be able to buy the piano for Bessie before spring, there came a step alongside, and she looked up, to see Frank Merrivale, tall, handsome, with his fall overcoat, wearing a rosebud and a spray of bovardla, and his soft felt hat pushed off his forehead. “Oh, it's you, is it, Frank?" grandma Harris said, patting a butter ball lovingly as she laid it beside a dozen others in the long, shallow basket. “It is I, grandma. What are you doing? Give me a taste—don't you know I used always to help you get the butter ready for market? I haven’t forgotten how to tell if it is salt enougli." “Of course ycu have forgotten since you have been such a tine city gentleman. Much you cure for anything down here in the country nowadays.” She twinkled him a look from behind her silver trimmed glasses, whose roguisliiiess slowly changed to solicitous concern as, for the first time since her “boy’ had been home to the farm for a month's visit, she noticed a paler look than site liked to see on Ills face, and a certain unhappy look in his eyes. “What’s the matter, Frank?" she finished, suddenly, laying down her last pat of butter, and looking steadily at him.

He answered her look with a little, forced laugh. “The matter—with me? Why, bless your dear old soul, grandma, there’s nothing whatever the matter with me. Don't I eat and sleep like a plowman?" “Do you, Frank? Honor bright, dear —isn’t there anything amiss with you?" “Not physically, at all events,” he ■aid, gayly. Then, as suddenly as gravely, he added, “I don’t mind telling you, grandma—it’s—Lulu Carroll." “Lulu Carroll! Has she been tormenting you, Frank? Tell me—-the whole truth, now mind,” she said, solemnly.

“There’s not very much to toll,” he ■aid, with another constrained little laugh. “She doesn’t care anything whatever about me, and l—can’t help making a fool of myself over her." Grandma Harris covered her butterrolls over carefully with crisp celery leaves, and then went on: “She doesn't care for you, eh, as much as you do for her? Is that it?” “That’s exactly it.” “Did she tell you so?” “Not in so many words, but all the same, I have been made uwaro of the fact”

“But, Frank, if- " He looked coaxlngly at lier, but she ■aw the paleness on bis dear face was even more pronounced than before, ns he gently Interrupted her: “Don’t let's talk about it, please. I didn’t mean to mention ber name to a living bouI; I’d rather endure my sorrow in silence, since It seems to be that Lulu Carroll has it in ber power to wreck my life for me. I was sure ■be loved me—but she don’t. And that's MU there is of it.”

And after that Grandma Harris went ®n counting ber eggs in silence, while ffrank leaned against the shelf and looked at ber. And then, after a few minutes, he went away, and grandma took off her spectacles and wiped the tears from her denr old eyes—for Frank was the apple of her eye; and ills happiness or misery delighted or wounded her to the very core of her motherly heart. “I dar-» say he’s no worse than other men,” she decided, after dinner that day. “They mostly do fall in love with the girl that is likeliest to lead ’em a pretty gait. I’ll put on my brown cashmere and Just run over and see how sister Carroll Is getting on, and borrow Lulu’s cream-cake recipe. Frank’s master fond of that creamcake of hers.”

And so, when Lulu Carroll came down from her own room, into the sunny, cozy sitting room, about three o’clock that same afternoon, she found her mother and Mrs. Harris enjoying a most comfortable chat over their bright knitting needles. She was such a pretty girl, slender and graceful, with big brown eyes and wavy golden-brown hair—grandma didn’t wonder a bit that Frank cared so much for her. “Oh, it’a Mrs. Harris,” she said, laughing, and showing her pretty white teeth and her dimples. “Yes, it’s me, sure enough. I wanted your cream-cake recipe, dear, and there seemed a good chance for me to get away for an hour or so, so I thought I’d run over myself after It. frank’* very fond of cream-cake—he won’t get much of it, either, poor fellow.” Lulu was copying her recipe off from “Common Sense,” but Mrs. Harris' keen eyes did not foil to see the little flush of color that surged up to the girl’s forehead at mention of Frank Merrivale's name. "How’» that?” Mrs. Carroll Inquired, Interestedly. “Why, didn't you know he was go-

ing back to New York next Tuesday? They don’t ever have any such creamcake there, you don’t suppose?” Lulu folded the neat little paper up and handed it to Mrs. Harris, who put it carefully awuy in her pocket. “Yes, Frank’s going back to the city this week, and I don't suppose we shall see much of him after this.” Miss Lulu laughed, and shrugged her pretty shoulders. “One would think Mr. Merrivale was going to emigru'e to the South Sea Islands,” she answered. “He might almost ns well'be going there, for all the good the nearness to New York will do us.” The air of mystery about the old lady was having a most electric effect. “Do tell, Mrs. Harris!” Mrs. Carroll said, laying her gray yarn stocking down. "if you’ll botli keep it a dead secret, I’ll tell you. Frank’s going to be married.” A momentary silence followed, only broken by the tic-tac of the eight-day clock in the corner, and the silvery little click of Grandma Harris’ needles. Then, although Lulu Carroll felt that her very pulses seemed stopping, that for her the sunlight was forever to be gloomiest shade, she managed to utter a strange, weird little laugh. “You don’t say Frank is going to be married! That Is Indeed news. Tell him I congratulate—him.” Mrs. Harris peered Innocently over her glasses at the sw'ect, pale face. “Just so I felt, Lulu—you and Frank ’d been supli good friends—and that’s why I think you ought to be told first. Sakes alive! It really can’t be four o’clock a ready—and me with a mile and a half to walk, and short-cake to make for tea!”

And the little old lady bustled off, while Lulu put on her red and brown blanket shawl and her little Derby hut with the scarlet wing, and rushed out into the crisp November air—somewhere, anywhere to be all. by herself, where she could try to realize all the sudden anguish and confusion that had come upon her. “It cannot be-it cannot be! Frank Merrivale to be married—oh! it can’t be true! *

And as she walked slowiy through the apple-orchard, rustling the fallen leaves as she trailed tl!h>ugh them, the big tears felt thick and fast from her sad eyes. Frank Merrivale lost to ner—and she loved him so! She had been so sure of him, so sure that when she condescended to cease her coquetries upon him she could whistle him back to her feet. To be married! With his handsome face, his pleading voice, bis passionate eyes—and not to her. With a heart-breaking little sob she leaned her sac? on her hands, and cried as only a woman can cry when she realizes that her true-love is gone—forever—and that too by her own act. When she heard rapid footsteps coming up the same narrow path by which she was going down through the or-chard-footsteps she knew so well, that thrilled her with jealous pain, for she recognized them before she had the courage to lift her fuee, all tear-stain-ed, flushed and wistfyl, yet prettier than ever to Frank Merrivale, as he passed her—with only a society smile on bis fate as he courteously yet coldly raised bis hat to her and—was passing Oil.

For Just one second it seemed to her that her temples, her throat, al] her pulses would burst, with the concentrated agony of the moment; should she— dare sli3— “Frank!" she said, scarcely above her breath, in a strangely timid, pitiful way. He turned instantly. “Did you speak?” “Frank! Is it true?” “True? Is what true, Lulu?" She trembled peyeptibly. “Don’t hesitate to tell me—don’t put off the news—l know I deserve to be punished so—but—you might have known It was I who loved you better than any other girl could! Oh, Frank —I know it Is dreadful for me to speak so-but I must—l shall die if I think you don’t know how much I love you—even if you don't want me!” He looked astonished. “I don’t understand you, Lulu.” Her lovely eyes flashed him a piteous, reproachful glance. “Frank!”—bitterly—“don’t seek refuge behind a pretense of Ignorance. I know, and you know, what I mean, but—but ” and she began to sob in a wholly unherolne-llke manner, “you might have known how much I loved you!”

And then, Frank’s eyes suddenly began to shine with a glad glory that had never been in them before, and he remembered what Grandma Harris had said to him, as he started off—“ Take my advice, boy, and if you happen to meet Lulu don’t let her think you’re on your Inconsolable.” "Lulu!—tell me that again—say it again—you love me!” “I do—l do—l do, Frank, but It’s too late now, since you’re going to be married so soon.” “I—married—darling? Not that I know of—until you have promised to have me. Will you, Lu?” And, with her head on his. breast. Lulu told him what Grandma Harris had said, “I understand It all plainly enough —it was a loving little strategem to catch Cupid, Lulu. Besides—am I not

going to married? Say, aren’t we? I don’t think we’;e very angry at Grandma Harris, are we?”

And Mrs. Frank never makes a cream cake for her liege lord but that she blesses the day his grandmothei came for the recipe.—The Housewife.

IN A SWEDISH IRON MILL.

Domnarfvet Works, the Largest {„ Sweden, Operated by Klectriclty. The Domnarfvet Steel Works, belonging to the Stora-Kopperbergs Company, Is the largest iron and steel producing concern In Sweden, and which concern probably has the largest charcoal Iron works in the world. The present company Is of quite modern date—lß7B iron had been manufactured by Its predecessors as far back as 1044. The plant now consists of six ore-roasting kilns, five blast furnaces, two Bessemer acid converters, three basic converters, four Siemens-Martin open-hearth acid furnaces and nine rolling mills of various sizes. The annual output of the Domnarfvet blast furnaces averages 43,000 tons. The production of steel ingots amounts to 51,000 tons, by which It will be seen that they do not produce all of the pig Iron consumed by them. Only the highest quality of steels are produced, It being claimed that the average pig Iron will show but 0.019 of phosphorus and 0.01 of sulphur. Water power is used. The rolling mills and blowing engines are run by directly coupled turbine wheels; the smaller machines are driven by about forty electric motors, the current for which, of course, is also derived from water pojver. They now have a rolling mill which is run directly by electricity, about 2,000 additional horse power being obtained by electrical transmission from a waterfall about three miles away. There are about 7,000 horse power produced at the main plant by twenty-four turbines. The Swedish Bessemer converters are all small, live tons being quite the maximum capacity.—Cassier’s Magazine.

Waiters Who Speculate.

Stories of the successful speculation of waiters In popular resorts on “tips” received from the patrons are often true; but there is the other side—that of losses. Said Philippe at Delmonico’s: “If one of our waiters constantly speculates on ‘tips’ loss and failure are certain to come sooner or later. As In the case of Beau Brummel’s neckties, one never hears of the unsuccessful, and their losses. It generally happens that a waiter Is successful at first. If he puts the money he makes into real estate he prospers; but let him continue to speculate and he generally loses his all. I have had some good winnings, but prefer investment in real estate. “Stock speculation really distracts a waiter,” continued the Philippe, according to the New York Times, “and he cannot properly attend to business. As soon as we find a waiter getting too engrossed in speculation we- discharge him, as he cannot keep away from the ticker, and confuses his orders. One poor fellow nearly went crazy here last winter In consequence of his stock speculations. He would forget his orders and call for ‘one Western Union,’ when he should have said ‘one steak underdone,’ and so on, until we had to discharge him. I do not know what has become of him, but expect to hear he has landed in the insane asylum.”

Roosevelt Surprised Him.

Alfred Bowker, officially known as the right worshipful the Mayor of Winchester, the youngest man in 700 years to occupy that office, on his recent trip to this country visited the "White House, where he was made welcome by President Roosevelt. Just before sailing for home he said that the most interesting man he had met in America was the Rough Rider President. “The thing that most astonished me,” 6aid the English Mayor, according to the New York Times, “was his great and very intimate knowledge of the history uud character of Alfred the Great Knowing that I was here as the representative of England at the American celebrations, he at once began talking to me of the wonderful king of Wessex. There is not one mau in 10,000 who knows more about him than your President. We had a long chat and he really gave me some ideas about Alfred and the lasting effects of his reign I had not thought of, and I have been a very close student of English history, and particularly of the Immediate story and tradition of my own people. If President Roosevelt is as learned on other things as he is In this he is a more wonderful man than his admirers credit him with being.”

Didn't Care for Any, Thanks!

A lawyer of this city who gets fish hungry about a week dropped Into a restaurant the other day to discuss a finny dish. “What have you got In the way of fish to-day?” he inquired of the waiter. “Snappcrback, sir,” was the reply. “I’ve never heard of that kind of fish before,” Bald the attorney, “but I’ll Just try some to see how it goes.” The snappcrback proved to be nothing but a common mudcat about the size of a minnow, and the disappointed man, casting one glance on the unsavory article, Bboved It from him and exclaimed to the sheepish-looking waiter: “You Just snap her back and bring me a codfish ball.”—Memphis Scimitar.

Language.

“Do I understand,” said the silkstocking In politics, “that you desire me, a 3 a candidate, to make contribution toward the legitimate expenses of the campaign?” “Yes,” said the practical politician. “Cough up!”—Somerville Journal. They say loafing is hard work. Still, we’d like to try it

THE KING’S SPEECHES

How the Addresses e's Edward VII. Are Prepared and Delivered. For the first time In many long years newspapers will contain upon various occasions speeches of an Interest that could only attach, to them as being delivered by the highest person In the land. For various well understood reasons the departed Queen could do no real speechinaking. Tfce King, however, began with a deeply Impressive address to his privy council on the first day of his reign, and having regard to the future—especially to the next few months, when his majesty will In all probability be called upon to “say a few words”—lt is interesting to know what are bis capabilities and what his methods.

It inay be said at once that his majesty is regarded as one of the finest royal public speakers in Europe. He is not quite the finest, for, by common consent, that distinction belongs to his nephew, the Kaiser. The King, however, while Prince of Wales, had a very thorough and arduous training as an orator, with the result that be has acquired a polished and easy style. The secret of what success he has achieved as an orator lies in his thoroughness and in his memory. If the King has a really very big speech to deliver on an important occasion, he sometimes resorts to having it typewritten beforehand, and then reads it; but before the speech reaches this stage an enormous amount of time and trouble has invariably been spent upon It. Whatever subject the speech is on, his majesty makes a point of getting all the statistics and other information possible from the Secretary or other officials connected with the coming event, and in addition to this an under Secretary of the King is set to work to get out all kinds of interesting facts bearing upon the subject. A judicious selection is made, and then the material is made up into the speech, which Is written out by the orator, and then type written. Thus his majesty in a speech of any consequence has usually something really good and apropos to say. It is interesting to state in this connection a fact of which few people are aware, and that is the King’s first speech of his reign—the one to the privy council, previously alluded to. In which he spoke of his sorrow and earnest determination to do his best for the empire as a constitutional mqoarch—Was even, under such most trying circumstances, spoken without a single note, with a natural result of greatly increasing its effect. AH the privy councilors agreed that it was a fine address. It Is said that the only consideration his majesty gave to it beforehand was when coming up in the train in the morning. As an extempore speech it will probably rank as the best delivered by tha King. In future his majesty will, no doubt, have to prepare with Infinite carefulness every word he delivers in public, though if he does he will not be following the famous example of the German Emperor. It must be said that the King is now quite enthusiastic as an orator. A little while ago he remarked: “When I was quite young, and had to make a public speech, I used to think that the platform was too large for the room and that I was too small for myself. Then, as a rule, I had very little to say, and plenty of time to say It in; now I seem to have plenty to say, but very little time. As public speaking Is a duty inevitably attached to the office of a Prince, I treat It accordingly.” It Is not unreasonable to suppose that before long our newspaper placards will sometimes bear the announcement, “Great Speech by the King.” It will be a novelty at first, and an interesting one.—London Mail.

Had a Valuable Reputation.

“You have gained a great reputation as a liar,’’ said the editor to the reporter. “Yes, sir, I realize that but I can’t help it My reputation is the product of a great memory.” “Indeed?” “Yes, sir. I remember everything I see or hear, while my companions forget it. The result is that they dispute my stories, and the majority being against me I am convicted of falsehood.” “Give me an example,” said the editor. “Well, sir, the proprietor of this paper one day remarked in the hearing of the gang that you were a man of extraordinary ability. A month later in discusing your qualifications for your position at the press club I mentioned this remark of the proprietor’s and attempted to prove what he said by several of those who had heard it. They had all forgotten it, however, and proved by a preponderance of testimony that I was a liar.” “You were unfortunate,” said the editor. “But have a cigar, and, by the way, I have a nice assignment for you to-day.” “Thank you, sir.”

Work on Big Railway.

Some idea of the immense amount of work done in the offices of a railway with a mileage of 10,400 miles may be gathered from the fact that the printed matter Issued by one company detailing the changes made in the passenger service for the summer months amounted to over five tons in weight

Thinks They Are a Good Thing.

"What do you think of the shooting star display?” "Good thing. Went out to look up at 'em last night and discovered a burglar on the roof of my porch.”—Cleveland Plain Dealer.

Most women forgive smoking, in the men, but chewing—bah!

POLITICS OF THE DAY.

Why Not Fire Lons? President Roosevelt can possibly afford to take some risks with his reputation as a political idealist; his reputation as a man of courageous honor and justice he ought not to Imperil. Until Mr. Payne shall have begun the restoration of the spoils system In the postal service we need not dispute his appointment to Mr. Roosevelt’s cabinet. But if the time has come to reconstruct the cabinet, why does Mr. Long remain? He has destroyed the morale of the navy and smirched its reputation. He has affronted the public sense of justice and decency. Mr. Roosevelt knows this, and his continued toleration of this unfit person among his constitutional advisers, has done more than any other thing to impair confidence in the judgment, and courage of the President himself. The issue comes plainly before him In the miserable miscarriage of justice in the case of Rear Admiral Scbley. President McKinley, who was originally responsible for Long, would not have allowed him the opportunities he has abused. Dewey was designated by McKinley; the other two members of the Court of Inquiry were selected by Long, and have carried out his orders. Their absurd and outrageous finding, in utter disregard of truth, was what he expected of them and could not fail to receive his approval. But every Instinct of Theodore Roosevelt’s manly character must revolt against it. And he, not Secretary Long, is conunander-in-chlef of the navy and responsible for fts security and honor. If this preposterous finding be allowed to go on record, to the detriment of a brave and successful officer whom the nation delights to honor, Theodore Roosevelt must bear the blame and suffer the resentment. The secretary has had Ills way long enough; it is time for the President to take the case out of his hands and set aside the whole proceedings. He was not responsible for the inception and growth of the disgraceful conspiracy, but his administration will be dishonored by Its consummation. It is for him to brush aside the quibbles of the narrow naval pedagogues and give expression to the nation's confidence in the men who have won its victories. If this should drive Mr. Long from the cabinet it will please the country all the more. The President is thought to be turning his attention to polities. It will be very bad politics to load his administration at the outset with the disgrace of the persecution of Schley. A still stronger argument for his courageous intervention is that it would be right. The American people will forgive much to one in whose controlling sense of righteousness they can confide; their disappointment will be bitter if Theodore Roosevelt fails in so conspicuous a test.—News, Macon, Ga.

The Tariff and The Trusts. Congressman Dalzell of Pennsylvania, second member of the ways and means committee of the house, and said to be closer to Speaker Henderson than any other representative, declares that the Dingley tariff bill will not be molested by congress. It should be remembered, Incidentally, that as Mr. Dalzell is one of the most Influential Republican leaders in the house, it may be naturally assumed that he is in duty bound to protect tbe Interests of the trusts. That assumption would account for the following remarkable declaration lie-makes: “The only excuse offered for tinkering with the tariff is that trusts may be punished; whereas it is well known that the trusts cannot be punished In this manner.”

Many men of brains have declared that the only way to get at the trust is through the tariff. Therefore when Mr. Dalzell assumes that the contrary “is well known” he either purposely or inadvertantly errs. If a protective tariff was justified when our “Infant industries” were really infantile, it has proven the mother of the trusts which were begotten by a manipulation of the monetary system. In reply to Mr. Dalzell it might be said that the attitude of such men as himself warrants the belief that a revision of the tariff is exactly the way to punish the trusts. The Republican party in the last campaign, as an offset to the cry raised against trusts by the Democratic leaders, made voluminous promises of antitrust legislation. Now its delegated members in congress are growing redfaced in the ondeavor to head off ue only logical anti trust measures so far suggested. It Is noteworthy that In urging that tariff revision would be futile they fall to present nny other means for obtaining the end they professed to be so desirous of in 1900. If the trusts themselves were not so anxious to assert that the tariff has nothing to do with them, the people might receive the declarations of Congressman Dalzell and Congressman Grosvenor with more credence.—Kansas City World.

Descending to Machine Politics.

According to special dispatches in some of our Republican exchanges President Roosevelt has already began a retrograde movement, and Is descending to machine politics in order to advance his personal political fortunes. The case to which special attention Is called at this time Is that of the appointment of Francis E. Baker to

a United States Judgeship in Indiana. It is regarded in Washington as well as in Indiana as a “jolt” administered to Senator Fairbanks, who it is well known aspires to the Presidential nomination by his party in 1904. It seems that Baker is a very special friend of Senator Beveridge. He is what may be termed the original Beveridge man. Ills backing was exclusively Beveridge. Senator Fairbanks and all the Republican Congressional delegation from Indiana with one exception were for any other than Baker. In appointing Baker, therefore, the President has turned down Fairbanks and all his following, thus notifying them if they expect any favors from him they must be “good Indians.”

Fairbanks did everything in his power to avert the blow. He withdrew his indorsement of Monek aud declined to indorse any one candidate. He would be satisfied with any of a dozen names. If any but Baker had been appointed it could have been billed as a Fairbanks victory, the significance of which seems to be that Roosevelt recognizes in Fairbanks a rival for the Republican nomination in 1904. He does not trust him, and he will not allow him to dispense the federal patronage. Beveridge may be on the Roosevelt ticket as candidate for Vice President. At any rate he will help land Roosevelt delegates in Indiana. Thus it is that our good and strenuous President is engaged in looking after his fences, and he is evidently going to use the federal patronage to down his opponents.—lllinois Register. Blowinir Hot anil Colt. The action of the commissioner of internal revenue in holding the Philip pines to be domestic territory for the purposes of taxation is in direct conflict with the attitude of the treasury department in holding the Islands to be foreign territory for tariff purposes, although it is in harmony with the decision of the Supreme Court in the Porto Rico cases. It will be recalled that the Supreme Court held that Porto Rico became domestic territory for taxing purposes immediately it passed under the sovereignty of the United States, and that no duties should have been collected on goods shipped from the island to this country. In the next case it held that while Porto Rico was not foreign territory during the military administration that Congress was empowered to treat it as such in tariff legislation and that the Porto Rican tariff was constitutional. The Philippines occupy the same relation to the United States as Porto Rico did prior to the passage of the establishing of a civil government In the island, and, unless the Supreme Court takes another twist, tariff duties levied on goods coming from the islands to this country or entering the Islands from American ports will be held to have been illegally collected. By the same reasoning the action of the commissioner of internal revenue will be maintained. The government at Washington, however, is clearly Illogical in exacting customs duties and at the same time collecting an internal revenue tax on articles subject to such a tax and shipped to the Philippines. The Philippines cannot be both domestic and foreign terri toryM ihva ukee News.

Are We to Imitate Weyler? The information contained in the dispatches yesterday that Gen. Bell has notified the Filipinos of Batangas province that on Dec. 28 he proposes so concentrate them in the neighborhood of the towns, including their goods and live stock, will not be agreeable news to Americans who had hoped that the war was over In the Philippines. This military order means the inauguration of the dreaded reconcentrado system of warfare, which horrified the civilized world when the Spanish general, Weyler, attempted to crush the Cuban rebellion, and which is now being practiced by the British in South Africa. The dispatches say that the roads from Batangas and Laguna provinces “are lined with a continuous stream of native men, women and children in carryalls, carts and mounted on earabous, seeking safety from the horrors of war,” The people are being driven from their homes with the threat that if they do not herd themselves in camps, to be under military guard, they may suffer death and confiscation of their property. We condemned this plan as murder and Weyler as a butcher when Spain ndopted it in Cuba, and it is hardly possible that the same humane indignation will not now express itself when an American army officer is resorting to a method entailing so much misery to non-combatants. It marks the beginning of another chapter of the Philippine blunder, the terrible cost of wliish in life and treasure we are only beginning to comprehend. —Buffalo Courier.

The Handmaiden of Monopoly. Reciprocity, the handmaiden of protection, as high-tariff Republicans now delight to term that vague and evasive policy, will doubtless lie found to have earned the title beyond ail dispute before the fifty-fifth Congress shall have reached the day of final adjournment. What still remains to be seen, however, Is whether the general public will be fooled into believing tbaffcuch a handmaiden serves any but monopoly Interests.—St. Louis Republic.