Jasper County Democrat, Volume 15, Number 19, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 8 June 1912 — Page 3

The ONLOOKER

by WILBUR D. NESBIT

KNOCKER

Opportunity knocked at his door, Rapped and rapped, and then thumped some more, But he Was knocking his friends who had found success: “I knowed ’em,” he growled, “when they had much less. And never a one of ’em earned a cent — Why, many’s the time they were stuck for rent. I’ve knowed ’em, by jinks; when they all enjoyed Corn’ beef, an’ their cuffs were of celluloid, An’ many an’ many an’ many's the time They’ve been right down to their last lone dime. But now, by crickey! they’re rich an’ cold; They’ve got all the cash that their hands can hold— They try to be friendly, but I can see It’s just condescending they want to be To me!” And O. bow he knocked, as he thought of how His friends had succeeded. Of Then and Now He growled. He cited the fact”that they started fair, That he had the chance that they had back there, And now they were cashing on brain and nerve — “They’re living in style that they don’t deserve An’ some of ’em think that they’ve leaped to fame. Dadburn ’em! They ask folks to print their name! Why, I’m just as good as the whole blamed bunch! I knowed ’em when they couldn’t buy their lunch. But that’s just the way that things gpes; I might Be livin’ like them—an’ it isn’t right!” He scowled. Bo Opportunity knocked at his door, Rapped, and rapped, and then thumped some more That day. But he was so busy at knocking, too, That what she was doing he never knew; He made so much noise that he could not hear The summons she sent to his deafened ear. So Opportunity shook her head And silently, softly, surely sped Away.

A PUZZLE.

“And you say,” questions the possible customer, “that this globe is an exact representation of the earth?” “Oh, yes, Indeed, sir,” asserts the salesman. “Nonsense! Tell me how they could get far enough away from it to make the model, and how could they stay up in the air long enough to sketch both sides?”

Another Patient.

We observe that a new novel is advertised as appealing especially to “the jaded novel reader." This comes pretty near going the “tired business man” one better. A story written especially for, the “jaded novel reader” appeals to tha imagination. Think of sitting down , of an evening, thoroughly jaded and worn, and taking up a book written and made exclusively for you. The brain may be tucked in for the night, while the eyes go right on reading. No doubt you can skip every other line, or go out between chapters and get a clove. Perhaps it is a story with the big sensational chapter duly charted —maybe printed in red —so that If you like you can only keep the book open long enough to peruse that one chapter. The opening chapter, of course, will be a mere jamble of letters . and punctuation points, to keep the book open until you have settled down in your chair. Now let some restaurant advertise a special meal for the weary diner* out

LETITIA’S LICENSE

By MOLLY McMASTER

(Copyright, 1312, by Associated Literary Press.)

The Rev. Samuel Durand strolled leisurely through the park. It was not often that the young minister had the time to stroll, but even ministers find that all work and no play makes a tii-esome pilgrimage through life. The park was still wearing its winter garb yet there was that in the air which suggested an eary spring. The Rev. Mr. Durand expanded his massive chest and drew in drafts of the fresh air. He realized then with the blood coursing through his veins that he was thankful to his big congregation for insisting on this muchneeded rest.

His eyes glanced ahead through the labyrinth of glistening trees and the winding path below. A few yards beyound, in the middle of that wide path, lay a long envelope, and when the minister reached the spot he stopped and picked it up. There was no writing to indicate an owner and the Rev. Mr. Durand turned a searching glance about the Immediate vicinity. Perhaps some one would even then be returning to look for the lost property. But the park was deserted save for the sparrows and the little begging squirrels that sat up with forepaws against their breasts in mute appeal. The minister’s hand went deep into his pocket and drew forth the desired peanuts; three days in Central park had taught him that New York squirrels were not the untamed variety of the western woods. The Rev. Durand stooped to meet the demahds of the little creatures that waylaid rich and poor, saint and sinner. When his pockets were emptied his mind returned to the legal looking

“Why Is It That One Always Jumps to Conclusions?”

document he had picked up from the path. “A marriage license! Now what man could be so careless as to,, lose so precious a thing?” For a moment the minister’s yes were wistful. “If the right girl had ever come into my life and had registered her name with mine—l think I would not let go the paper in a hurry.” He scanned the document for the names of the couple. "Letitia Larken and Harold Dwyer.” The minister repeated the last name and a thoughtful line drew between his eyes. He stopped still in the path and probed his memory. “Harold Dwyer? Where i have I seen — Ah!” He continued his walk, but the puzzled frown only deepened. “I married Harold Dwyer to —to — Rose Lange five —no sou ago.” And during the remainder of his walk back to the hotel the Rev. Mr. Durand was lost in thought. There might easily be two Harold Dwyers and yet something told the minister that it was not so in this case. He suddenly felt as if his trip to the east, his walk in the park, and in fact his whole life had been a preparation for the finding of this marriage license. Argument whispered to him that Harold Dwyer may have lost his first wife, but wisdom told him that such was not the case. “In any event, I will take the license to the girl,” he decided and wondered why he sought the girl rather than the man. Yet instinct told him that the man could not be trusted and that the girl was in need of ■warning. It was toward the late afternoon when the young minister made his way to the home of Letitia Larkip. Somehow he had had a presentiment that the girl would be living in a boarding house. Yes; she did live in one of those domiciles for the homeless in the t>‘" city. A slovenly but affable maid # the young minister into the front room with the information that Miss Larkin was engaged with the ladles’ guild, but that she would bring her down from the tqp floor. Lost in wonderment as to why the parlors of boarding houses invariably contained a plush album and a table with a marble top the minister did not hear the soft entrance of Letitia Larkin. When he did catch sight of her he arcse quickly to his feet with a

quickly indrawn breath. He had not prepared himself for the big innocent eyes of Letitia or the demure smile on Letitia’s lips or the smooth shining braids on Letitia’s head, or in fact any of the manifold charms that made up the entire Letitia. He only looked at her and gripped himself the harder because of the pain he felt he was about to inflict. She drew nearer and held out a steady, cordial hand. Any member of the clergy was always' welcome to Letitia and she supposed he was one who had learned of her little odds and ends ofcharity work. The girl’s eyelashes swept quickly down when she felt the warm, protecting pressure of the minister’s hand. Then she looked qp and said: “Won’t you be seated?" . “I have come on a rather peculiar errand." The minister spoke with a touch of gravity. “I found this." He held out the marriage license and saw the quick color flame into Letitia’s cheecks. “Oh! Thank you so much. Harold —Mr. Dwyer must have lost it." “I found it in Central park,” the clergyman said and waited until the color had receded from the girl’s face. “I could have mailed the document but I used to know a Harold Dwyer—in sact —” the Rev. Mr. Durand hesitated for the fraction of a minute then went bravely on, “I married a Mr. Harold Dwyer four years ago. His wife was a dear friend of mine.” •

The minister watched the girl’s face. It had grown a shade paler and a startled look had come into her eyes. She regained her composure almost immediately and laughed a pretty, ringing laugh. “Why is it,” she asked with a not quite steady voice, “that one always jumps to conclusions? The World is certainly large enough to contain two or even three Harold Dwyers.” There was a sudden silence in the room while a glance fraught with fear and a newborn understanding passed between the minister and the girl. The minister was the first to speak and he strove to make his tone light; “Then you are the first to venture with your Mr. Dwyer into the land of matrimony?” “Yes,” said the girl, imitating his tone, but underneath there was a vague feeling of disquiet. The room, seemed suddenly to be peopled with strange and ugly shapes. The girl turned toward ,the window as if to escape some hidden pressure. “Here is Mr. Dwyer now," she said, but in a dull monotone. The Rev. Dr. Durand had caught a fleeting glimpse of the man who was then entering the house, and he took up a position well in the center so that Dwyer might see him to best aidvantage.

The minister was conscious of heavily beating pulses when he heard the man’s entrance and felt him glance into the front room. Then he heard a smothered exclamation and realized that Harold Dwyer had fled precipitately from the life of Letitia Larkin. The girl realized everything in a flash of intuition. She smiled a half Tistful little smile and because she was adorably feminine she did that which was expected of her and fainted into the minister’s arms. When she opened her eyes he was gazing down at her with an expression that brought all the color back into Letitia’s cheeks. “It was good of you to save me,” she said demurely. “I couldn’t do less,” the minister told her. “And I thank my good memory for names,” he added. Letitia was slowly tearing the license to bits. “You can get another one —some day,” the Rev. Durand said, half in earnest. Letitia blushed for she caught the serious meaning beneafh the jest. And when she did get another marriage license the big minister accompanied her to take charge of it —and her.

ONE OF NATURE’S FIRST LAWS

Digestive Organs Must Ge Given Time to Do Their Work if Good Health Is Desired. A certain fundamental law of nature If it were written out would read: Thou shalt not eat any manner of food until that which thou didst eat aforetime shall have been fully digested. And he that eateth before his peptlo glands are ready shall pay the penalty. I The law is mandatory. Although I do not find It written “in the tables of the law” as one as the ten commandments, yet It is written among the laws of nature, and judgments innumerable have been rendered sustaining It. The underlying principle is that the operation of digestion is not a continuous performance. What boots it when or how a law was given, as long as it contains the steam-roller truth? Many an unfortunate who had Ignorantly or thoughtlessly violated this law has been rolled out into a thin layer of uncomfortable indolence or groaning incapacity.

His Record.

“I always heard that Jobbins was an arrant coWard, but he is continually boasting while in the Philippines of all the Moros he beat in battle.” ' “Nonsense! If ever he did get into a battle he never beat anything but a retreat.”

On a Common Plane.

"Strange how classes far apart sometimes meet on common ground.” "How so?” "Luok at a philosopher and a sneak thief, for example. They both take an abstract view of things.”

POULTRY

KEEPING LICE FROM POULTRY Maine Experiment Station Bulletin Recommends Simple and Quite Inexpensive Treatment. One of the difficult and trying problems of the poultry keeper Is to keep his poultry houses and stock free from lice, mites, etc. There are many proprietary preparations on the market to combat these, most of which work satisfactorily. However, they are more or less expensive. The Maine experiment station has just issued a bulletin on the subject and recommends a treatment which appears to be fully as simple as anything else, and much less expensive. The powder made by the station at a cost of only a few’ cents a pound is as follows: Take three parts of gasoline and one part of crude carbolic acid. Mix these together. Add gradually, while stirring, enough plaster of parls to take up all the moisture. The liquid and dry plaster should be thoroughly mixed and stirred so the liquid will be uniformly mixed through the plaster. When enough has been added, the resulting mixture should be a dry, pink-ish-brown powder, having a strong carbolic odor and a rather less pronounced gasoline odor. Be sure that the crude carbolic acid is secured. If a spray is desired Instead of the powder, simply take three parts of kerosene and one part of crude carbolic acid. If birds are infested w’ith lice the best way to get rid of them is to use the powder, which is to bo worked into the feathers. Remember, a single application will not be sufficient, because where there are lice present there are also unhatched eggs or nits; Make a second application four days to a week after the first, and if it is a bad case a third application may be necessary.

PLYMOUTH ROCK IS POPULAR

More of Breed Found on Farms Than Any Other on Account of Blocky Shapes— Wyandottes Next. The Barred Plymouth Rock is without a doubt the most popular of chickens in this country.—more of them are found on the farms than any other breed. On special poultry farms the Leghorn is a very popular breed, and in the poultry farming districts the Rhode Island Reds hre almost exclusively used, says a writer in the Rural New Yorker. As a general utility fowl the Wyandottes are

Plymouth Rock.

second in popularity to the Rocks, th-s white variety being the most popular. Their blocky shape makes them an excellent breed for broilers. Like the Plymouth Rocks and Rhode Island Reds, they lay a brown egg. The Leghorns lay a white egg and in this respect they have a slight advantage, as most markets prefer the white egg, though there is no difference in the qualities of eggs with a brown or a white shell.

SEPARATING YOUNG AND OLD

Pullets Need Plenty of Flesh Forming Food, Such as Barley, With Less Fattening Feeds. Young chickens, like young people, have more or less timidity and therefore it is not well to run young and old together, at least it is much better to have therp separate if you can well do so. Then again the pullets are still growing and they need plenty of flesh forming; feed, such as barley, bone, meat with less of fattening foods. The hen should not be deprived of these either, but she can get along on less, as what you give her will not be taken away from the purpose for which you intended it, as in the case with the pullet, which not only needs these things for making the egg, bwt to go toward the development of her body. It naturally follows, too, that the developed bird will require less feed than the pullet, and because the pullet is somewhat timid she Is likely not to get enough, or even her share. The young will feed more free among themselves and if you can possibly do so, keep them to themselves.

Green Feeding Worth While.

If the best results are to be obtained with poultry they must be furnished plenty of green feed, is a statement so often heard that its repetition seems silly; yet there are flocks on fairly prosperous farms where one would think the practice of regular green feeding had never been heard at

Big Business

PRIVATE CAR EXCURSION JUNE 18 AV E HEAR A GOOD DEAL about ‘‘Big Business” nowadays, but after all is said and done and we “ :j et back to earth again' 1 it must be admitted that land and agriculture constitute the biggest “big business” there is. PRODUCTS OF THE UNITED STATES are roughly estimated at $30,000,000,000 yearly, including agriculture, manufactures, forests, mines and fisheries. Agriculture contributes one-fourth of this vast sum to the wealth of the Nation, and no other one source produces more than 30 per cent, of what is produced by agriculture.

AGRICULTURE IS THE ONE “Big Business’’ where you don’t have to buy certificates of stock to “get in," only to find you have no voice in the management. THE TROUBLE TO ANTICIPATE about agriculture is that' land is becoming so valuable that it takes more and more capital to buy it every year ; and those who are forever putting it -off will some day awaken and find it the same did story—too lat<*—out of reach. THE BEAUTY OF THE SWlgart lands is that a man who will act now , has a real chance—the lands are mar to the great' markets of Chicago, Milwaukee. Grand Rapids find Detroit’, and the location in Mason. Manistee and Lake Counties the center of Michigan’s Fruit Belt is all that can by desired. AMPLE TRANSPORTATION by both lake and mil. ami the local markets, including Ludington ami Manistee.- with :i(»,(toti population, ale excellent. The soil is of the best in Michigan, very productive of all the staple; crops, and vegetables and especially adapted to growing tine flavored apples, pi-aches. pears, cherries, plums, etc. often one crop of potatoes pays for the entire cost of .the land. QUALITY AND LOCATION considered, there is no land in Mlcnigan lower priced or that promises a man quicker returns and profits on his investment. Prices now are to $35, and on 'much of the land only sl6 per acre. The average man can’t buy the expensive land in the neighboring states. The terms of $lO to SSO down and $.5 to $lO per month on 4(1 acres enable most anyone to buy here,; While buying it. if you -should die. the farm will be deeded to your family free

FULL PARTICULARS can be had by addressing GEORGE W. SWIGART, Owner, 1249 First National Bank Building, Chicago, 111., or his agent, C. J. DEAN, Rensselaer, Ind.

J. H. Perkins & Co. Wind Mills, Tanks, Gasoline Engines, Plu mbin and Repairing.

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CALL OF THE OPEN.

1 Maybe, to strlko for tie heart of flw forest. Muse by the shores of tumbling streams, (Would bring back the spell of the days that were rarest, Would quicken the glow of my fading dreams. jMaybe, a glimpse, of the hills when morts. , Ing Brightens the world with her goldea beams, (Would waken a hope that has long been sleeping. And lead me again to my castle of dreams! Maybe, to roam where the wind Is sighing And the shimmering sea In the sunlight gleams, Would teach me a song I’ve despaired of learning, , Would fashion a life from the tissue of dreams.

First Doctor—How are you getting along? Second Doctor—AU right. I’ve got two patients. First Doctor—Are they wealthy? Second Doctor—They were.

ON OUR EXCURSIONS special cars are necessary to accommodate' the many farmers from Illinois. Indiana. lowa and Ohio and others going to this tract with a determination to get land of their own instead of eternally paying out their earnings In rent, struggling on wornout farms or small salaries. -- A MIGHTY MOVEMENT is now tinder way to the Swigart Tract that nothing can stop, and our cars are tilled to capacity—that’s “Big Business." too. Many who want to do farming in a smaller way are buying the suburban 10acre model tracts hear growing towns. These tracts are especially adapted for fruit, poultry and truck. It is a delightful residence spot. Investigate the business, and residence lots in two new towns on the Pete Marquette Railroad, also summer resort lots bn the' Wellston Chain of Lakes Write or call for literature at orice free. COME ON THE NEXT EXCURsion. An eight and One-half hours’ ride from Chicago puts you on the ground, where you can talk to settlers, qxamlno soils, ami verify pur 1 •presentations. •We leave Chicago at noon on Tuesday, June is. Private car attached to the Pete Marquette train for the exclusive use of the Swigart party; no extra charge; Train passes through Michigan City (I*- M. Depot only) at 1;2.» p. in:, and Benton Harbor at L’:;;u P- m. Round trip rate from Chicago, Michigan city or Benton Harbor to Wellston. Michigan, $6.00. Get tickets after boarding our car. Fare rebated on purchase. On Bti acres fare from home Is allowed. Please notify us as early as possible so we can provide comfortably for all. Good accommodations at Michigan headquarters.

FERRINS

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