Jasper County Democrat, Volume 9, Number 7, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 19 May 1906 — Page 3

“An III Wind”

By HONORE WILLSIE

Except for a solitary berth far down the aisle Wilton had the Pullman to himself. In sheer loneliness he had turned In early and lay staring at the stars and Hitting telegraph poles hour after hour. His month of vacation at the old home had been a disappointment. The Texan ranch would be good, he thought. His foreman would be glad to see him, and so would bis puppy, and yet, after all, there was no one who really cared. “Hang it,” he murmured as he tossed back into the net his coat which a sudden slewing of the train had thrown violently into his face. “Hang it, I wonder why on earth Betty Allis had to take December, of all months, for a pleasure trip west—the one mouth out of five years that might .have given me a chance to see her and know her again. I«wond”— There was sudden darkness. Wilton found himself groveling on the car floor. There was the maddening sense of the helplessness with which in a nightmare one tights for breath and space. With fearful momentum, with grinding,, tearing and upheaving, tire car roiled halfway to its side, seemed to slide down and down, then, with a violent shock, stood still. The ghastly silence that succeeded was as appalling us the uproar had l>een. Wilton lay still for a moment, waiting for he knew not what. Then he crawled to his feet, gathered his clothes from the opposite section and rapidly dress«*d himself. “Wonder what's happened,” he thought breathlessly. “Gee, smell that gas!” And he started toward the rear of the ear. As his hand touched the stateroom wall at the end of the aisle a girl’s voice rang through the car, “Porter, porter, I wish you would come help me out.” Wilton stopped. “Gad, she’s cool, anyhow.” he thought as he listened for the porter’s response. None came. The odor of gas was filling the car. He

THEN HE GAVE A GREAT GASP OF ASTONISHMENT.

leaped to the opposite window and ' kicked out a paue, lettiug in a flood of j cold air. Then as quickly as its angle j would |>ermit he dashed down the aisle to the other berth. ' “Let me help you, madam.” he said. “The porter has deserted us.” “I seem to be iu a sort of well, my berth is so tilted,” answered the girl. “If you could just lend me a hand.” In a moment a girlish form was standing beside him. “Are we killed?” she asked, her voice trembling a little la spite of its brave toue. “Not yet," answered Wilton, “but we’d better get out at once. The gas tanks are leaking.” • Together they groped down the aisle to find a brakeman forcing his way into the wreckage at the end of the car. “Any one hurt in here?” he asked, flashing his lantern iu their faces. “The porter didn’t stop to see.” “All safe,” answered Wilton. “What’s the trouble?” “Open switch. Banged Into coal chute. Engineer and tireman killed. Lot of coach passengers hurt. You are the only Pullmans. Better get out of this.” And he led the way up to the steep embankment down which the train had plunged, then trotted off down the track, leaving them alone lieside the tangle of trucks ami rails that marked the path of the wreck. Wilton picked up a forgotten lantern and for the first time turned to look at the girl whom he had rescued. Then he gave a great gasp of astonishment. “Betty Allis! Where on earth!” “Jack Wilton! Where”— The two stood silent In a hearty hand grasp. Suddenly Jack fell to trembling, and for a moment a panjc® seized him. “Betty Allis,” he repeated, “to think that some one that I knew and—that I knew was in this catastrophe and so near death! It makes me—it makes me”— Here Betty broke the tension with a trembling little laugh that was none the less merry. “But we are both safe and sound, so what’s to worry us? Let’s find out where we both came from and”— Then suddenly she became sober. “First, let’s go see If we can be of any use

town there." And she glanced beyond Wilton, where flitting lanterns and a confusion of voices marked the place of real catastrophe. Together they hurried down the tracks, to And that all that could be done was being done for the sufferers and that now all that was possible was to wait for the wrecking train. Wilton drew Betty away from the crowd. “We can’t help,” he said, “and you are shivering with the cold. I’m going hack to get your coat and my traps and yours. Then we will make a ramp here on the bank.” A few minutes later found them toasting before a brisk little fire that Wilton had kindled, while over in the east low streamers of pink silhouetted the dull outlines of a mining village. “Shall we try to find shelter in the town?” asked Wilton. “Oh, no,” answered Betty. “Let’s wait here." Wilton spread his hands contentedly to the flames, while he stared so intently at the girl opposite that her eyes wavered. Yes, it was the same Betty of five years before—yet not the same Betty, She of five years before had been a child of eighteen. The woman of twenty-three before him was the fulfillment of all the earlier promises of loveliness. Wilton's heart beat more quickly as he looked at the glowing sweetness of her face. “Betty,” he said abruptly. “Betty, why have you never written me all these years?” Betty looked at him quickly. This firm, clear cut face was different from the joily boy’s features she had remembered, and there was a new, impelling quality in his tones that she rather liked, “Because, Jack,” she answered slowly, “IxH-ause you never wrote me.” “Oh, but I did.” he replied; “three different times!” "I never received the letters,” she said. “You might have known that Aunt Jane would take care of that.” Wilton walked up and down restlessly half a dozen times and throw some sticks on the fire before stopping In front of the girl. “And now,” he continued, “would you mind telling me why you sent me away from you five years ago?” “That was not Aunt Jane's fault, Jack,” she said eagerly. “Indeed, you must not blame her for that. She could pursue her own methods, hut she never could influence me in my own puriM»ses.” “Thank heaven for that!” interrupted Jack grimly. “You sent me away,” he prompted. Betty lifted her head bravely. “I sent you away,” she said, “that you might prove to me whether or not you were a man. You were only a college student then." Jack thrust his hands more deeply into his pockets. He was holding in well, considering the flood tide withj In. The sunrise and firelight vied with each other in lighting up the sweet moi bility of her face. Yes, it was the same dear Betty. “And now,” he said, a little hoarsely, “see how useless it was. for you don’t know what the years have done for me, and you are five years grown | away.” Betty rose slowly and looked into his I clear, dark eyes. She looked at the | fine, firm mouth, the clean cut tanned ! face, the straight, strong alertness of his figure. She spoke slowly aud softly. “Yes,” she said, “we did not write 1 to each other, but,” here she smiled a little, “your face tells me all that I j want to know.” i Jack took an eager step toward her. “And does it tell you that I have loved you always, loyally, for the long j five years?” I Betty’s voice trembled a little. “Yes, | Jack. It”— But the rest of her reply • was lost In Jack’s arms*

Imagination.

He visited the tomb where his beloved was laid. Carrying a lighted candle and kneeling by her cofflu. he exclaimed passionately: “Would I could die! Would I could die!” Just then the wind closed the door and extinguished the light The bereaved lover who had Just prayed for death rushed to the door. He could not open It. He tore at it knocked, kicked, struggled, calling loudly for help. No answer, only the utter silence and darkness of the tomb. Ills wish to die was forgotten. He sank down aud wept. His tears were not for his beloved, but for himself. He felt pangs of hunger. He thought of his candle and cut it Into four parts. He ate the first quarter the first day, the second the second day, the third on the third, the last quarter the fourth day. No more, and he must die of starvation, lie made one more desperate effort to burst the door, when It suddenly opened, and the keeper of the cemetery stood before him. The sunlight blinded him. He fell from exhaustion. He had been there just four hours!—Pearson’s Weekly.

Stone Gongs.

A recent English traveler In China describes some remarkable examples of sounding stones, or “stone gongs,’! which he saw at Chufu. the birthplace and burial place of Confucius. One of the stones, which are composed of a grayish oolitic limestone, has been shaped into a cover for an Incense dish placed iu front of the tomb of the grandson of Confucius. When struck with a stick or with the knuckles it rings like bronze, and the sound is so distinct that it is difficult to believe without inspection that the object is not really composed of metal. A correspondent of Nature describes n bridge at Coricfe, in C*unty Mayo, Ireland, which Is locally known as the “iquslcal bridge,” because the stones forming the coping give out a musical note when struck.

LITTLE VISITS WITH "UNCLE BY"

Yearning. I want to trail back to the field and the wood Where zephyrs are kissing the trees. Where rivers sing softly their rhythms of peace m And melody rides on the breeze. I want to go back to the old bayou bridge And angle for fish with a pin, To feel once again all the thrills I have known At hooking'fend landing a fin! I want to return where the gooseberries grow, Where choke-cherries pucker yourthroat— I want to go pond-lfty hunting once more In Stewart’s old, fiat-bottomed boat. I want to be lost in the heart of “The Kun,” Where squirrels and owls have their nests; I want to flop down on my back ’neatb the elms And worship the Blue through their crests! 1 1 want to go barefoot along the old trail That leads to the clover-decked hills By ways that are winding, where bushes hang low And whisper their loves to the rills! I want to go back and just splash in the creek And let the cool Cedar run fast— Run over and under, and scold as It laves, The hands it has known in the past! I want to wade out where the sand-bar is heaped In diamonds that sparkle -with lightjust wade and get sopping clear up to my waist, And holler—and yell—in my might! I want to run down to "The Quarry,” “The Hill.” “The Bend,” "The High bank” and "The Strand”— Let me stand all enthroned where my boyhosd was spent. Take me back to my own Fairyland! Take me hack where the are sweet with perfum®. Where the bees sing a song that is glad— Take me back, let me feel in my heart once again. Just the God-given joy of a lad! • * *

She Found It. A small boy behind the davenport was intently listening to the conversation between his sister and her beau. When the visitor finally proposed. she blushingly stammered, hesitated and finally gurgled: “Really. Mr. Popmore, this is so sud —er —l —that is—l. Why, I seem to have lost my head entirely!” Just then little Willie knowing a refusal would be a family calamity, jumped up from behind the sofa and shouted: “There it is, sis; there it is! There’s yer head, right on yer feller's shoulder!" Strange to say, the sister found the lost member immediately! • * * Alfalfa. The Chicago papers have just discovered that spelling “Zion” backwards gives “noiZ.” And Dowie too far away to argue the question! The champion absent-minded man hails from Kansas. His wife has to watch him continually to keep him from putting the lamp to bed and blo wing himself out. The man whose occupation is being a good fellow usually finds himself out of a job when all his money has been spent. Love at first sight frequently depends upon whether or no the girl has the money in her own name. Many a young woman's shirtwaist is rumpled because it has just been pressed.

The old-fashioned man loved to do good things. So does the present-day man, but, to be up-to-date, quote “good things.” Many a woman marries a man because, while he is not good enough tor her, he is too good to throw himself away on some other girl. A married man does not live longer than a bachelor. It only seems longer. Many a husband enjoys his wife s vacation more than she does. Some things go by contraries. There is the angleworm, for instance, that has not an angle in it. No, dearie, piebald horses are not raised on piebald pie.

Little Willie had slapped his sister and spat in her faee. His mother remonstrating vehemently with Willie, told him it was the nasty devil within him that made him strike his sister “It may have been the devil that made me slap her, ma,” exclaimed Willie, “but the spittin’ in her face was my own idea!” No, Curly Locks, artificial ice cannot be paid for with artificial money. * * • Naming the Baby. What shall we name the baby? Dear little fluffy pup! What shall we name the baby? Muzzer just eat him up! * What shall we name the baby? Fur of a «lossy hue! Tippy or Fldo or Carlo, Which Is the name for you? What shall we name the baby? Joy of our fam’ly nest! Where Is th’ pet name itttlng? Which do you like the best? What shall we name the baby? Ma'ma's own baby pug! What shall we name the baby? Mercy! but there's the rub! _BYRON WILLIAMS,

WASHINGTON LETTER.

Political and General Gossip ot the National Capital. From our Special Correspondent: Once more the Big Stick is in evidence. The Secretaries of War and State have both taken it upon themselves to announce to Panama that they will tolerate no revolutions nor election disturbances which “might hinder the work on the canal.” It might “be took jocose, as we say in Laredo,” were Panama to reply that she thought she would have time to engineer several revolutions and elections before the United States started building the canal. But of course the work of canal digging is “constructively” proceeding even though the actual construction is not being done. This is something after the fashion in which Congress can vote itself real mileage on the strength of a constructive recess. Anyhow Governor Magoon has been notified that the United States is ready to step in at any Btage of the proceedings and spank Panama into line if she does not behave and hold her coming election peacably. The situation is interesting. It will at least show whether a peacable election can be held in South America. Some people hold that it cannot. But there is no real evidence against it except the lack of a precedent. Possibly with the United States standing by as policeman, the vote will be deposited in absolute quiet. -It recalls a little incident in Washington some years back when the Associated Press received a dispatch one afternoon saying that a revolution had broken out in Argentinea. One of these energetic young men of the A. P. was sent up to the Legation to know if the Minister could add anything to the rather meager dispatch. The minister read the missive looked puzzled and said politely.' “It is to me all news. I know of no revolution, 1 have heard nothing.” Then his brow cleared as he glanced at the calendar over his desk. “Ah, yes” he said, “I know. It is not ze revolution. It is ze annual election. Zey always fight at ze election.

t t t More of more or lesa harmless buncombe is being exploited over the rate bill. The Spooner amendment has been offered to cut down legal delays and Senator McCumber has come to the front with an amendment to put both fines and imprisonment into the bill for the \ punishment of rebating. Both of j these provisions are very salutary, j that is they would be good things if they ever could be made to work. Both provisions are said to have the endorsement of the : President, which they doubtless j would have. But there is a tine! photo-lithographic picture hang- i ing now in the national Hrt gallery j of a trust magnate undergoing a jail sentence and the chances are ! that the Spooner Amendment will not get into the final bill and if it does that it will not work. This amendment is to the effect that where the rate designated by the Interstate Commerce Commission is brought before the courts, the railroads shall pay into the courts the difference between the rate complained of and the rate actually charged with six per cent interest for the detention of the money, and in case the de-

cisiou goes against the railroad, the whole amount shall be paid to the shipper so that he will not be a sufferer by the prolonging of the litigation. This of course would be an incentive to the companies to get through with any legitimate appeal as soon as possible. There is a further provision that if the difference in rate is paid back to the shipper, it shall go to the actual shipper of the goods. It is a common practice in farming for the price of grain paid by an elevator company to'be based on the freight rate to some central point. In a case like this, where there was a repayment by a railroad, the difference in freight charges would go to the farmer so that be would be the gainer, and not the elevator company that was holding the grain.* t t t The proposal for a jail sentence on rebaters is very fierce and drastic on the face of it. There is provision for a tine amounting to three times the amount of the rebates paid and a jail sentence of not less than one nor more than five years. Evidence of the collection of rebates is to extend back six years from the time of instituting the action, provided of course that the law is not retroactive and- does not apply to offences perpetrated before the enactment of law. However, there is little prospect of either provision ever finding its way into

the completed bill and if it does, there will be a way found to dodge it. Sending a sure enough rebater to jail would be too bad, for rebaters are the real people. 111 The Secretary of War is preparing a modification of the Philippine Tariff Bill. It will be recollected that the Payne bill from which so much was hoped, was pigeonholed by the committee which refused to make any report on it to the Senate either adverse or otherwise. .Now the Secretary of war is framing a compromise measure which may stand some chance of a hearing. It will re duce the tariff of Philippine rice, sugar and tobacco coming into this country to 50 per cent instead of 25 per cent of the Dingley rates while on other products of the islands there shall be no duty. This is more of an educational measure than it is one of real relief for the islands. If it passes it will do some good of course. But it will be chiefly valuable in showing that the fifty per cent reduction will have no worse effect on the protected industries of this country than did the 25 per cent reduction now in force which it will be remembered was fought vigorously at its inception by the protected interests. This country has not suffered by the removal of the duty on Hawaiian Sugar nor of that on Porto Rican sugar and tobacco nor by the 20 per cent reduction on sugar aud tobacco from Cuba. But it probably will take some time to educate congress up to the idea of entire free trade with the Philippines.

Wait for Hunger Good Advice From B. F. Fendig as to How to Create an Appetite. Any physician will tell you that it is unwise to eat unless one is really hungry. It is far better to miss a meal than to eat without appetite. But do not take a tonic, stimulant, or appetizer to make you hungry. B. F. Fendig says that the best way to create an appetite is to restore the digestion to health by the use of Mi-o-nastomach tablets, a reliable remedy that he has handled with the best of satisfaction When Mi-o-na is used, the irritation and imfiamation of the stomach coating will be soothed, the gastric follicles will be strengthened so that they will pour out | the natural digestive fluids with regularity, and the food you eat will be perfectly digested without distress.

i A large box of Mi-o-na stomach I tablets is sold for 50 cents by B. j F Fendig, and it is so successful i and reliable in curing indigestion and other stomach troubles, with j the exception of cancer of the | stomach, that he sells it under a guarantee that the money will be refunded unless it does all that is claimed for it. If you have any stomach weakness, here is an opportunity to be cured without risking a cent yourself. See Hershman & Hodges for Farm and City loans and Fire Insurance.

LET OTHERS FAIL! But the "Independent” tire insurance companies are on “solid ground” and are able and willing to carry your risks as cheap or cheaper than the combine. See us. Baughman & Williams. LAND! LAND! LAND! Farm and timber land for sale in lowa, Missouri, Texas, Oklahoma and Canada. Farms any size or price to suit purchaser. For further information and list address, E. J. Casey, Aix, Ind.

WELL! WELLI The place to get your cross-cut saws gummed, filed and set is at A. B Claspell’s shop in the Horton building, Cullen st., north of Hemphill’s blacksmith shop; work warranted. Price $1 for gumming, filing and setting. We also do furniture repairing. A. B. Claspeli,. _ Located on Front street just across from John Bislosky’s coal and wood yard. I have the McCormick mower and binder agency and a large stock of extras for same. The agency for Success manure spreaders and extras for same, can furnish prices on other styles of Spreaders of high class that has had years of experience in the hands of the best farmers in the country. Call and take a look and what I can not tell you I will guarantee Isaac Hemphill can. Yours Sincerely, C. A. Roberts.

A Live Wire Every nerve is a live wire connecting some part of the body with the brain. They are so numerous that if you penetrate the skin with the point of a needle you will touch a nerve and receive a shock —pain it is called. Aches and pains come from a pressure, strain or injury to a nerve; the more prominent the nerve the greater the pain. When the pain comes from a large nerve it is called Neuralgia whether it be the facial nerves, or the heart, stomach, sciatic or other prominent nerve branch. To stop pain, then, you must relieve the strain or pressure upon the nerves. Dr. Miles’ Anti-Pain Pills do this. “I suffered Intense pain, caused by neuralgia. I doctored and used various medicines without getting relief until I began taking Or. Miles’ Anti-Pain Pills. They did me more good than all the medicines I ever used. They never fail to cure my headaches, and their use never leaves any bad after-effects." MHB. WM. BECKMAN. !i»7 W. tlh St.. Erie, Pa. Dr. Miles’ Anti-Pain Pills are sold by your druggist, who will guarantee that the first package will benefit. If It falls, he will return your money. 25 doses, 25 cents. Never sold in bulk. Miles Medical Co., Elkhart, Ind

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