Jasper County Democrat, Volume 19, Number 89, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 February 1917 — Page 8

HAPPENINGS IN OUR NEIGHBORING VILLAGES

r-• BINE GROVE We are having some winter weather again. Charles Shroyer was a Rensselaer goer Saturday. Creola Torbet called on Grace Price Saturday afternoon. Several of the people of this neighborhood are on the sick list at this writing. James . Shook spent Saturday, and Saturday night with Gerald ana Leighton Gifford. Charles Torbet and Ross Shook helped John Dale haul tile from Gifford Wednesday. Mrs. Etta Werner of Frankton is visiting her niece, Mrs. Will Hayes, and family. -—7Andy Ropp And Vern Odle attended the auto show at Chicago the first of the weelt. Mr. and Mrs. Ed Cooper have moved onto his mother’s place near the Independence school house. Mrs. John Dale and daughter Kathryn and Creola Torbet were shopping in Rensselaer Tuesday. Mr? and Mrs. Dalton Ropp and son Lawrence are visiting his aunt, Mrs. Andy Ropp and daughter Bessie. Mr. and Mrs. Will Hayes attended the funeral Monday of the latter’s aunt, Mrs. James Lefler, at Rensselaer. Mr. and Mrs. Roy Daniels and son and Lon Daniels and children spent Sunday with their mother, Mrs. George Daniels, and son Ira. About seventy neighbors and friends of Mr. and Mrs. Ad Shook gathered at their home Sunday and gave them a surprise which will tie long remembered. They all had well-filled baskets and a bounteous dinner was served at the noon hour, after which the afternoon was spent in social chat and music. All departed at a late hour, wishing Mr. and Mrs. Shook success in their new home, near Valparaiso, to which place they are going to move soon.

POSSUM RUN Albert Hurley had quite a band concert Saturday evening. Walter Conn is working for Theodore Smith this week. Golda Hurley spent Tuesday with Orpha and Myrtle Parker. Mrs. George iHeil spent Monday with her sister, Mrs. Comer. Several attended the Clyde Davisson sale and property sold well. Vera Conley spent Monday night and Tuesday with Essie Comer. Good crowds have been attending : the literaries at Independence. Kenneth Davisson spent Saturday night and Sunday with his parents. Mr. and Mrs. John Price were Gifford callers Tuesday afternoon. Mr. and Mrs. E. A. Merrill spent Monday evening with William Hurley and family. Will Remley is down sick with the measles at the home of Mr. and Mrs. George Davisson. School began at the Mt. Pleasant school house Monday with a school marm from Michigan City. Mrs. T. J. Parker and daughter Orpha called on Mrs. Conley .and children Wednesday afternoon. • Mr. and Mrs. Clyde Davisson, son Kenneth and Roscoe Reeder took dinner with George Davisson and wife Sunday. G. H. Comer and family, Vera Conley, Jess Walker and E. A. Merrill spent Monday evening with William Gordan and family. Mr. and Mrs. Clyde Davisson will leave this morning for their new home in Rensselaer. We wish them success and happiness. Place your want ads in The Democrat if yo u want to get results.

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LEE February is starting in with a blizzard. / J. H. Chip and family Sunday at Elmer Gilmore’s. News is scarce. Most everybody is sick with grip and colds. Mr. Brooker accidentally got the end of his finger torn off the other day in unloading a gasoline engine. Several from here- attended the burial of Mrs. James Lefler last Monday affernoonj at the Osborne cemetery. Uncle David Culp has been very sick but is slightly better at this writing. His sister, iHannahr Culp, and Mrs. Becky Noland of Fair Qaks came Tuesday evening to see him. ■

SIOO Reward, ,SIOO The readers of this paper will be pleased to learn that there is at least one dreaded disease that science. has been able to cure in all its stages, and that is catarrh. Catarrh bein£ greatly influenced by constitutional conditions requires constitutional treatment. Hall’s Catarrh Cure is taken internally and acts through the Blood on the Mucous Surfaces of the System thereby destroying the foundation of the disease, giving the patient strength by building up the constitution ahd assisting nature in doing its work. The proprietors have so much faith in the curative powers of Hall’s Catarrh Cure that they offer One Hundred Dollars for any case that jt fails to cure. Send for list’ of testimonials. Address: F. J. CHENEY & CO., Toledo, Ohio. Sold by all Druggists, 75c.—Advt.

PARR The series of meetings came to a close last Monday night. Mr. and Mrs. Clyde Gunyon spent last Sunday with Estil Price. Estil Price is rapidly improving from an abcess on his tongue. Contracts are being let for pickle growing for the coming season. Miss Lottie Nichols is able, to be out after a slight attack of appendicitis. Mrs. Charles Rowen is improving and is able to sit up some at this writing. Manley Jensen of Chicago is spending this week at Dennis Healey’s. Miss Roxie Gunyon spent Saturday and Sunday with Elza Gunyon and family. Jess Sheffer has bought out John Price’s blacksmith shop and took possession Monday. Mrs. Mattie McClanahan went to Hammond last Saturday to spend a few days with her husband, John McClanahan. Charles Phares and “Chuck” Lowman had some bout last week at Rensselaer, Phares coming out as best man, it is reported.

Allen’s Foot-Ease for the Troops Many war zone hospitals have ordered Alien’s Foot-Ease, the antiseptic powder to shake into the shoes and sprinkle in the foot-bath, for use among the troops, because It gives rest and comfort to tired, aching, swollen, tender feet and makes walking easy. At druggists everywhere, 25c. Advt.

RULES FOR A LONG LIFE

They Are Simple and Can Be Followed by All, Says a Magazine Writer. There is no panacea that will bring long life to every user. “What is one man’s meat is another man’s poison.” But a few’ rules are applicable to everyone, declares a writer in the World’s Work. Be moderate in everything. Excess in eating, drinking, in anything tends to bring old age. Be faithful in your exercise and be sure to choose an exercise that is helpful. Sjand and sit. erect arid use your lungs. Keep your teeth and gums and throat clean. The mouth is the principal part of entry for undesirable immigrant micro-organisms. Be careful to maintain the bowel functions. The digestive tract is a favorite abiding place for hordes of marauding bacteria. Have your body occasionally examined. The physician will take notice of what is wrong and will advise you accordingly. And let •him do the worrying. Fortunately, the exact condition of the organs of the body can usually be seen by even when they are but slightly off normal. .......... Be happy. Do no wmrry ; do not allow’ yourself to become a grouch; do not “get mad.” Remember that psychologists now contend that you do not clench your hands because you are angry. You are angry because you clench your hands. So do not clench them. * Act happy, and you will become so. Act young, and you will become so.

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Hoosier News Briefly Told

Theatrical Manager Arrested. Columbus.—W. 11. Wolfe, manager of a theatrical troupe, Was arrested to collect a hotel- bill of sll2. George Best, half owner of tlie show, paid the bill on a compromise in court. Mrs, Mary Lairiar of St. Louis appeared in court and took , her daughter, Helen Lamar, one Of the actresses, out of the cast Get Alleged Auto Thieves. New Albany.—James and Sanders Huskeson, brothers, of OwensboroKy„ were arrested at Orleans and brought here on a charge of stealing an automobile owned by D. C. Collins. The young men, it is said, drove the car to Paoli, where it was abandoned. The police said they confessed.' Bibles Printed in Spanish. Rushville. William P. Henley, executor of the will of Rachel P. Hill of Carthage, has filed a petition to sell real estate to provide money for complying with a direction in the will that 200 Bibles printed in Spanish be bought apd distributed by missionarteSin South and Central America. Actor and Actress Marry. Laporte.—Forrest E. Keene of New Orleans, a musical director and actor, and Miss Emilie Miller of Evansville, who said she yvas an actress, met here and were married in accordance with aii arrangement they had made some time before. They attempted to keep the wedding a, secret. Steal Auto and Escape. Versailles. —Thieves stole an auto from A. P. Powell’s garage at Greensburg and drove to Lookout, Ripley county, where they left it and took George H. Essig’s automobile. Charles Willman and Marshall Downey of Versailles traced them to North Madison, where the trail was lost. - <8 Prisoner Escapes From Jail. Fort Wayne. —Persuading another prisoner to permit him to respond to the other’s name when a gang was called out for du|ty as coal shoyelers at the county jail, William Manke, thirty, awaiting trial in the circuit court on a burglary charge, escaped through a coal chute. South Bend's School Children. South Bend. —Approximately 9,000 children are in tlie South *Bend public schools, according to figures obtained by Superintendent J. F. Nuner, at the opening of the new semester. The high school enrollment is nearly 1,100, the largest in the school’s history. ■ Auto Kills Horse. Alexandria. —Mrs. Richard Hollis, forty, was injured when a buggy In which she was riding was struck by an automobile in a road south of the city. The horse driven by Mrs. Hollis was killed. The license number of the machine was obtained. Farmers Hunt Wolf. Greencastle,—Two hundred farmers armed with riflas, shotguns and other weapons, engaged in a game drive iij an effort to kill an animal, believed to be either a coyote or a wolf, that has been killing live stock and crippling dogs. Ralph Barger Sentenced. Jeffersonville.—Ralph Barger, the Johnson county dwarf, who arrived January 13 at the Indiana reformatory to serve fi-om two to twentyone years for killing his father, Mack Barger, has been put to work in the reformatory hospital. In Race for Mayor at Ninety-one. -Muncie. —“Johnny” Sullivan, nine-ty-one, tiled for tlie Democratic nomination for mayor on a platform of “Get the job.” He cannot write, but said that if elected he would “buy a writing machine’and hire a pretty girl to engineer it.” Puts Out Fire; Discovers Robbery. Covington. —When firemen arrived at rhe store of Merryman Brothers and extinguished a small blaze, they discovered the place had been fobbed of sls left in thb cash register. The fire was started by matches, dropped by the robber.

Horse Runs Away, Two Men Injured. ■Shelbyville.—Elza Babb and Herman Rice, two young men living east of this city, were painfully hurt when a horse Babb was driving ran away and upset the buggy. Hurt in Auto Wreck. Winchester. —Miss Anna Shockney of Redkey suffered serious injuries when the automobile in which she was riding went over an embankment near Farmland. , Seeks Separate Maintenance. Bloomington.—Mrs. Ida S. ' Wicks filed suit for separate maintenance by W, W. Wicks, a prominent business man here, , asking for $35,000 or for $250 a month. The couple was married in 1908 and separated in 1916. inspectors Watch Railroads. Indianapolis.—Several inspectors of the public service commission are scattew*d through the state to see that railroads and coal dealers are carrying out the commission’s orders for quick shipment and delivery of coal. ■

The Trap

By FRANK FILSON

(Copyright. 1916. by W. G. Chapman.) The southern oyster is, not' particularly edible, though it will serve at a pinch. Sometimes, like all the members of its tribe, .it contains a pearl. The giant mussel does not contain a pearl, but it fishes for its prey. . At least that is the fishermen’s yarn. The basis of truth is this: that there‘is a species of giant sea monster' lurking in the submarine caves off the Bahamas which, like its near relative of the deep seas, flashes a luminous, pearl-like lure to attract smaller' fishes. This has been confounded with the perfectly harmless large mussel of six feet or more diameter, which nobody ever wanted to find, or finds without annoyance and probably a broken net. teSam Jack and Nabob were fishing for sponges, though they were not averse to an occasional trip into pearling. Usually they were too lazy to open twenty thousand oysters for the seed pearl which one of them would probably contain; but now and again, when reports of some wonderful find were current among the pearlers, the partners would put in a fruitful week or two. However, they were primarily pearl fishers, and they were out in their sloop when they began to quarrel about Lily. ' Lily was a coquette—the blackest and most good-natured in the islands. She had pledged herself to each of them and, as they both suspected, was

“You’re Smart, Nabob," He Grinned.

at that moment carrying on a harmless, necessary flirtation with a third, and maybe a fourth. But Sam Jack and Nabob had taken a bottle of whisky with them, and Nabob was drinking mad. From words they , came to blows. They put ashore on a key to fight it out. Sam knocked Nabob out. From that day the two men were partners no more. Nabob swore to avenge .himself upon Sam, half meaning it ;Jtuut when Lily and Sam actually went-side by side to the altar Nabob meant it. Thenceforward he lay in wait for Sam. Jack, but Sara was crafty enough to keep out of trouble, especially on his honeymoon. - Months passed. Sam thought that Nabob had forgotten. But the two men never spoke, and they had separate boats. Nabob was supposed to have left the district. In reality he was hiding upon the key where they had once made their headquarters. He knew that sooner or later Sam Jack w'ould bring his boat there and take his. ease in the abandoned shack that they had erectzed, - Somebody tipped off Sam, but he scoffed at the idea. Secretly, however, he was on the alert. One day Nabob, peering out through the mangroves, saw Sam’s boat approaching the island. He slunk back into the bushes and waited. In due course Sam beached his boat and went Into the hut to sleep. It was a tropical night, intensely dark. Nabob waited till he knew his victim w’ould be asleep. Then he crept forward like a snake. V Sam was sleeping so sound that his breathing could not be heard, Nabob whipped out his knife and plunged it a dozen times into the inert heap of clothing in the shack. Sam never stirred. . ’ Satisfied that his victim was dead, Nabob took Sam’s boat and equipment and started to fly. He meant to thread the passages among the smaller keys until he reached a convenient hiding place. Whe’n the storm had blown over he would return. He might oe suspected, but tie could never be charged with the crime, in the absence of witnesses. ■— He had just dipped the oars into the

water when his attentioh was attracted by a gleaming spot in a Heap of oyster shells at the water’s edge. They were dead shells, bored by the Starfish, the great enemy of oysters. The water here was twelve feet deep, the land sloping up above a little natural cave. Overcome by excitement at his find, which shone as brightly as the moon above, Saijn Jack completely forgotten, Nabob brought his b®t in to land and stepped, cautiously ashore. Then he drew in a deep breath,' weiit under, keeping his eyes fixed on the pearl, and stretched forth his hand to pluck the prize. Instantly his fingers were impriS; oned in a vise. Nabob knew what had happened. It was the giant mussel, tijat inocuous shellfish so dreaded by the Bahama negro. He was “trapped under water.

He fought with the desperate fury of a man who has just one minute to live before his lungs give out. That minute’s anguish was the worst that Nabob had ever lived through. The mussel, firmly anchored in its oozy bed, bit into his fingers and seempd immovable. But Nabob had the strength of all his race. His muscles stood out like cords of steel and his grea* chest heaved as he pulled. And gradually; the mussel began to come from its bed. Now Nabob-could see the gleaming lure still fastened between his fingers. He pulled superhumanly. And the mussel Was giving way. It was a question which would give first, the mussel or Nabob’s lungs. x . A gasp, a terrible heave and Nabob’s head appeared above the water. He let the poisoned air out of his lungs and drew’ in a fresh breath. Then, clinging to a mangrove on the bank with.his free hand, he continued to fight. It was doubtful even now which would give first —the mussel, Nabob’s strength or the mangrove. The mussel and the mangrove gave together. It came up out of its oozy pit just as the tree broke, precipitating Nabob upon his back in the water. But Nabob soon struggled to his feet and made, so the land again. The weight of the mussel, heavy though it was, did not impede him, but his hand was raw and bleeding and the great shells were tightly clenched upon it. Still, freedom was great, and Nabob, lying upon his back on the mud, among the mangroves, offered up the heartiest thanks that he knew how.

This done, he looked at the mussel. And now, to his utter amazement, it tool?: the form of a trap of steel. It was a trap of steel. And the lure was nothing more or less than an American quarter, cunningly fixed in the edges of the steel vise. “Oh, Lord IWgroaYied Nabob, “Who’s set this here thing for me?” A ringing, laugh from among the bushes answered him, and out of them, from behind the hut, there stepped Sam Jack, as large as life, his mouth stretched as wide as only a Bahaman negro’s mouth can stretch. “You’re smart, Nabob,” he grinned, “but I guess I was too smart’ for you. What’ll I do with you now I got you?” “Lemme go !” yelled Nabob. Sam Jack stooped over Nabob, flourishing the knife which Nabob had plunged into the dummy clothes. Then tie remembered their old partnership and relented. He pressed the spring and the trap flew open, leaving Nabob’s crushed hand free. “Forgive me, Sam Jack I” whimpered Nabob. “That’s all right, nigger,” answered Sam Jack. “Say, that boat of yours don’t amount to much. Come and be my pardner again.” Nabob stretched out his crushed hand and gripped Sam Jack’s.

NOISY STREET CAR CROSSING

Invention Designed to Remove Cause of Much Annoyance in the Larger Cfties. ■ There are many objections raised against tiae noisy hammering of the street car as it passes over the junction of two tracks. In the first place, the residents of the vicinity raise their protest, for every car passing in either direction gives three or four resounding' shocks as the wheels strike the channels of the crossing. This is no more agreeable' to the management of the railway company than to the persons living along the line,, for to the engineer it means waste. The experience is hard on the track and the rolling stock and the life of the metal crossing and the cars would be greatly prolonged ft the pounding Referred to could be eliminated. The problem is being given some considerable attention at the present moment in many directions and patent papers have been recently granted to S. B. Meeker <i£ this city for a new idea in the consrruction»of these crossings which may solve the matter of eliminating the noise and pounding, according to the Philadelphia Inquirer. Ordinarily the weight of the car as it moves along is supported by the broad surface of the wheel, the flange of which serves only to keep the wheel in its proper place on the track. The new crossing is constructed so that as the wheels approach the crossing track, they travel along on the flange, and, the floor of the channel through which they move being perfectly level, there is no concussion. The wheels make but a single revolution on the flange and then return to their normal position.

The Universal Gratitude.

‘•How thankful I am that I have a home.” “Ah, yes; to shelter your dear ones.” “No; to mortgage for an automobile.” . /

A QUESTION OF DRESS

By EARL REED SILVERS.

“I wish I could take you over to the horse show in New York tomorrow night/’ said Jim Chambers, speaking with the frankness of an engaged young/ man to his worshiping fiancee. “But I can’t. I’m dead broke.” Edythe Merritt sighed resignedly. “If you only could,” she suggested, “I would wear my green taffeta.” “Well, why not wear it to the club tonight?” " - » / “I can’t; it’s an afternoon dress.” “What’s it like?” ’ / ' Edythe manifested a slight degree of interest. “I’ll let you see a pictiire of it if you care to,” she said rising. “It’s Tn the April Ladies’ Star.” ‘ “Here it is,” explained Edythe, opening the magazine and indicating one of three young ladies representing the very latest of spring styles. “And — well, isn’t that strange?” “Isn’t what strange?” . j “Why bn this very page is the pattern for Doris Howard’s evening dress.” Jim’s eyes opened wide. A picture of the country club bazaar as his sister hat described it flashed before him, “Which one?” he asked. “The one next to mine. My, but it’s pretty.” , “Not so pretty as yours. You have a new r hat to go with the dress, haven’t you?” “Yes! Would you like to see it?” “Sure; go up and put it on.” Edythe hurried upstairs; and as soon as she had disappeared, Jim seized the ifiagazine she. had laid on the table and looked long and earnestly at a picture of a dimpled youilg lady In blue satin, covered with silk net of the same shade. Then, hearing signs of activity from the room above, he hastily drew forth a pen-knife and cut picture and description of the girl from the printed page. After supper that evening, before he took Edythe to the bazaar at the country club. Jim drew a slip of paper from his pocket and consumed 15 long ifiinutes in learning,, word for word, the detailed description of a certain evening gown. Reaching the club, he wandered around vMh seeming aimlessness, gradually drawing his companion toward a certain anteroomj over the door Of which were emblazoned the words, “The Great Dress Description Contest.” “It’s a guessing contest,” the girl explained. “Doris How-ard has on her new evening dress. Any man who thinks he knows anything about dresses is given five minutes iij which to write a description of it. The one who writes the best description wins the prize of twenty-five dollars. “I ought to know a lot about dresses, hearing you describe yours all the time,” said Jim thoughtfully. “I guess I’ll take a chance.” He entered the room and was seated at a table with paper and pencil before him. Jim glanced at Doris Howard, who was standing on a slightly raised platform at the far end of the room. Smiling confidently, he set to work. “This beautiful evening gown is of pink satin, silk net of the same shade and maize silk net bordered with gold spangles,” he wrote. “The wide girdle and pointed skirt sections of satin are mounted over a while the top of the bodice and sleeve sections are of gold net joined with the spangled guimpe. The skirt has al foundation of messaline, finished at the bottom with a flounce of lace.” His description finished, he rejoined Edythe outside. • They wandered about from booth to booth, chatting happily until midnight arrived, when the vapous prizes were awarded. “The great dress description contest,” the. president of the club announced, “drew forth niany responses, but by far the best- description was given by our well-known fellow-club-man, Mr. Jim Chambers. This effort Was a masterpiece.” He paused. Jim smiled broadly. “What did I tell you?” he whispered to Edythe. “You can wear your new dress after all.” “But,” the president continued, “although Mr. Chambers’ description was a wonder, he described the wrong dress. Miss Howard’s creation, the ladies inform me, is of rose-colored taffeta and pale pink chiffon cloth, while the dress described by Mr. Chambers was of satin, covered with silk net and bordered with gold spangles. Therefore, while we feel that Mr. Chambers should receive honorable mention, the prize must go to Mr. Harold Janeway, whose description, although less flowery, was more exact.” When he had partly recovered from the shock Jim drew Edythe to one corner of the room.

“Didn’t you tell me this was Doris Howard’s dress?” he asked, indicating the crumpled piece of paper he had drawn from his pocket. Edythe glanced at it, burst into a stifled roar of laughter. “You foolish, foolish boy,” she said, when she could control herself. “That isn’t'the one; you cut out the wrong picture and descriptiop. The right one was on the other side of my dress.” “Well, I’ll be jiggered!” Jim looked the picture of dejection, and the girl placed her hand impulsively on his arm. “Never mind,” she said softly, “I didn’t want to go to the horse show, anyhow.” .. . s s ' (Copyright, 1916, by the McClure Newspaper syndicate.) -