Jasper Weekly Courier, Volume 51, Number 16, Jasper, Dubois County, 1 January 1909 — Page 2

THE CURE

M a r c i a Brrnj It About

Fabian Impatiently paced the piazza. It was 8:10. and tbe breakfast bell had not sounded. But not because ho was hungry did Fabian anathematize tho cook. He was awakened with little appetite, but ever since he had begun to order his life he had had breakfast at 8. It had been the solo recommendation of this boarding place that they had breakfast at his accustomed hour Instead of 7:30, as seemed to be the custom In most of the boarding houses in Carrsville. Because Fabian always took tho first two weeks In August as his vacation ho followed this custom, too, though the break In tho even routine ol tho office annoyed him. But habit was Fabian's fetish. Habit decreed a two -weeks' vacation In August, and so ho continued to seek a resort whore tho orderly routine of his lifo would be the least Interrupted. This year he had rather fancied Glen Farm, but they had breakfast at 7:15. Fabian had Inquired irritably why not at 7 or 7:30, and had decided In favor of Brook Farm, where meals were served at about tho hours to which ho was accustomed In town, though It annoyed him to have to eat his dinner In tho middle of the day and a cold supper at night. Ever since he had reached his seventeenth year Fabian had been nlone in tho world, and ho had fallen into a rut of system. His orderly habit of wind made him a valuable man In tho office, but his unwillingness to depart from customs drew few friends, and at twenty-six he was still heart-whole. The delayed breakfast was a far greater annoyance than a more serious disappointment might have been, and he gnawed at his mustache as he strode up and down tho piazza. He caught the first janglo as the bell was lifted from the shelf, and turned to enter the house, but just then there was a scream from the road, and he turned to see a girl endeavoring to bent off tho farm dog, whose muddy paws had already left their Imprint upon her dainty skirts. Something In her pose caught Fabian's fancy, and ho went racing across the grass plot to hor roscue. whistling to the dog as he went. But Carlo was determined to make friends with the girl and paid no attention to the calls until Fabian's hand rested heavily upon his collar and the too of Fabian's boot emphasized lightly the Indiscretion of accosting strange young women on the public highway. "He's a deaf old thing," smiled tho girl as Carlo picked out the shortest route to the back yard, his tail tucked lnglorlously between his legs. "I suppose It Is more my fault than his. I walk down to tho postoffice every morning, and he always barks his 'good morning,' but to-day ho seemed to want to shake hands and he did not realize how dirty his paws were. You won't punish him, please?" "He's not mine to punish," said Fabian, absently. He was thinking, not of Carlo, but the girl. No woman had ever made a strong appeal to him before, but he felt dazed In the presence of this radiant girl with the gentle eyes and tho smile that made the whole landscape seem brighter. He was on his knees In tho rond now, trying to remove the worst of the muddy pawprints with his handkerchief. It was a clumsy effort, for he only made the Btnudges worse, and with a laughing word of thanks the girl stopped him. "It will be all right when It dries." she said with her wonderful smile. "You are very kind, but It really does from the village It will be nil right. It's Just a little wash-skirt, anyway, and a trip to tho laundry will remove nil traces of the dog's Impetuosity." With a nod and another smile she started down the road, and presently Fabian pulled himself together and went In to his delayed breakfast. He sat In a trance through his brief meal, and hurried bnck to the piazza. After breakfast It was his custom to read the morning paper, but he sat with It In his hand this morning nnd did not even scan the head-lines. Ho was watching the road for the glint of & whlted ress, nnd when It came In sight, far down the road, ho strolled to the gate with an elaborato assumption of carelessness, and was leaning HUMAN FISH SWAM AWAY. And the Manager Is In Hot Water About It. A "human fish" and a ateol tank Bent L. C. McGeo, an amusement promoter of 3232 East Sixth street, west side, to the prosecuting attorney's office yesterday afternoon, says the Kansas City Times. "It's this way," Mr. McGeo explained to F. W. Frlck, an assistant prosecutor. "The human fish (s arrested tip In Ottumwa, Iowa, and I want to bring him back." "Human fish?" the prosecutor repeated. "You've got me. What is It a mermaid?" The prosecutor's face showed interest at tho thought. "Oh, no." tho promoter said. "Tho human fish Is a man. And ho eats, drinks and smokes under water." "What crime do you want to charge him with?" "I don't charge that he carried the steel tank away," tho promoter explained. "We bought It In a partnership and It cost $G0. I borrowed tho money from my brother. Wo played a week In a theater In Wichita and then went to Kansas City, west side. Wo were there for a week and at the close of a week's engagement bo was to pay his share for the tank out of tho receipts. He didn't do It. "Then wo decided to como here to glvo shows. Wo took tho tank to the depot to ship. He redirected Its shipment and went to Ottumwa, Iowa, with It. Ho'b arrested thero now." "Whnl Is tho human flsli stunt?" tho prosecutor aBkcd. He was Interested. "It's on tho square nnd a good show," tho manager said. "It's all in being ablo to hold your breath. Ono sldo of tho tank Is plate glass. The human üah lies on tho botton and

OF FABA A

against the fence as tho girl camo up. The dried mud had been shaken from her dress, and with a smile she called his attention to the fact. "You see It's all right," sho declared. "But I .think you need a guard," ho declared with sudden bravery that startled him. "With your permission 1 1 will form your escort to ward off i dogs, dragons and other Insects." Ho fell into step beside her beforo she could refuse, and they walked briskly on. Fabian wondered If It was I possible that sho had been going past 'the farm every morning whilo he was at breakfast and without his know! ' edge. It seemed now as though ho could feel her presence through stono , wnlls. Never having been in lovo beI fore, he was swinging the length of Cupid s pendulum, nnd ho exorted him self to be entortalnlng. So well did ; he succeed that when he reached the j gate of Glen Farm, all too soon, Miss Scrapie agreed to go for a walk In the afternoon. Fabian went Into the house with her that Korr. whom ho had met the year I before, might complete the Introduci tion more formally, nnd even smiled when Kerr introduced him as "the Hu 1 man Time Table," with a laughing tils sertatiou upon tho exactness of his habits. The rest of Fabians' morning sched ule was completely upset, though he returned to Brook Farm, nnd there was nothing to Interrupt the even tenor of his routine save his thoughts. He could only pace the piazza and think that Marcla Semplo was to walk with hi in that afternoon. The hours dragged interminably, but at last ho could, with decency, present himself, and together they started for the falls. "How much time have we?" asked Marcla as they started out. "Mr. Kerr warned me that you had probably at lotted a certain time to our walk and that this must not bo exceeded." "Kerr," said Fabian, "suffers from softening of the brain. Wo are going to make this walk just as long as we possibly can. Marcla laughed a rippling laugh that seemed to 1-ablnn the most divine mu sic ho had pver heard, but she returned to the subject again wheu they had reached the falls aud were sitting on to mossy bank for a rest. "Impulse Is better than system." she declared. "Now, suppose that you had not followed Impulse, but had gone In to breakfast. I should not have known you and should have lost a delightful walk." "Tho argument Is most potent," he said gravely. "Behold In me a back' slider from system." "Time will tell," she declared. "We shall seo." But time told strongly In Fabian's favor. To haston the cure he went to an opposite extreme. Instead of the most regular life, he led the most erratic existence, aided aud abetted by Marcla. The day before his return to town she declared his cure complete. "You have not done a single thing to-day at the time you usually do It," she declared as they leaned over the bridge that spanned the tiny stream and let their eyes feast upon the moonlit landscape. "You did not even have dinner." "Yes, the euro Is complete," he said. "I think I rather like doing what I want to do instead of following a wellordered plan. But you have gotten me Into worse trouble." Marcla did not answer. Her eyes followed the ripple of moonlight across the water, and the hand that rested upon the railing gripped the wood more tightly. "You should ask me what the trouble Is," he said after a moment. "Then I should tell you that Instead of a schedule, the most Important thing in life Is you. You have lifted me out of my humdrum existence Into the new world of love, dear. Is there hope that some day my lovo will be returned?" "I think I had better say 'yes.' " she said with a happy little laugh. "It will Insure the permanency of the cure." "And do you love me a little?" he asked humbly. A soft little hand stole Into his. "Dick, dear, she said softly. "Why else should I have worked so for your cure?" New York Weekly. drinks milk from a bottle. Ho smokos, too." "I should think the water would put out the fire on his cigar," tho assistant prosecutor said. "There's a trick about It." the manager said. "Ho can keep tho stub of a lighted cigar in his mouth and smoko Just tho same. When he gets ready to go Into the tank and become a fish ho Iibb a cigar about half smoked In his mouth. Just as he goes under the water ho turns his head and switches the cigar Into his mouth. You would think It would burn him, but It doesn't. You've seen fellows put a lighted mntch In tholr mouth, hold their lips tight and then take the mntch out agnin still burning? Well, It's tho samo principle. Then when he gets under the water he draws on the cigar and blows the smoke between his Hps. Tho smoko comes up through tho water. It's a winner." Tho prosecutor told McGeo to como back today and got tho requisition, which Is to be prepared in tho meantime. Preparing for the Future. Mrs. Jenkins hnd missed Mrs. Brady from her accustomed haunts, and hearing several startling rumors concerning her, went in search or her old friend. "Thoy toll me you'ro workln' 'ard night an' day, Sarah Ann?" she queried. "Yes," returned Mrs. Brady, "I'm under bonds to keep tho poaco for pullln' the whiskers out of that old scoundrel of a husban' of mine, and tho mnglatrate said that If I como before 'Im ng'ln, or laid mo 'nnds on tho old man, he'd fine mo -10 shlllln's!" "And so you're workln' 'nrd to keen out of mlschlof?" "I'm what? Not much! I'm workln' 'nrd to save up tho fine!" Penny Pictorial.

THE DIRECTOR'S REPORT l St or t et t w

Tho Green Anchor Lino colossus, Sirocco, homeward bound from New York, was feeling her way In. tho thick fog like a blind man without a guide. On tho bridge tho captain and chief officer compared anxious notes; forward the men discharged profanity and tobacco juice with equal fluency, nnd kept on tho qui vlve. They know they were not a hundred miles from the celebrated Barnacles a cruel reef, cemetery of many a stout ship. The engine room was aware of tho fact also, nnd bado no more rejoice. In tho salons, however, all went" merry as tho marriage bell. Tho firstclass men passengers had got to tho coffee and cigar stage of an excellent dinner, and conversed among themsolves with tho fine, full-blooded confidence of men who had done themselves well. Septimus Q. Browbettcr, millionaire shipowner nnd director of the Green Anchor Line, sprnwling In a big leather chair, chewed the end of his Havana contentedly. The world went very well with him. Ho was strong and florid and healthy, with a pulse as "reg'lar as quarter day, sir, and a digestion like a sausage machine." A little quiet man had just asked Mr. Browbettcr what was the secret of his success in life. Hore was a theme which tho millionaire loved. It lent Itself to post-prandial eloquence. He settled the bulk of his double chin in his capacious collar, took a long puff at his cigar and a sip at his green Chartreuse, and replied, In a loud, masterful voice: "Resolution, sir Iron will and roso lutlon. That's tho recipe. A determl nation never to let things stand In my way. I always settled the line I would take, and I always settled anybody who Impeded my progress. They'd got to go, sir. every time. Push, hustle. scrimmage, sir. Shove men and cir cumstances over. Shoulder 'em out of tho way. That's my advice to n young man starting In life. Make up your mind, go for tbe goal and stamp on opposition. Theres your chart for sue cess In a nutshell, sir!" "Is that your advice to evory young follow?" asked tho quiet llttlo man. "Certainly. You can't beat it." "And you would like every man to follow It?" "I've said so." "Doesu't it soom to you rather in human? "Do I you're talkln rot. Life's a scrap, a shindy, a Rugby scrimmage. 'Every man for hlmgelf." is my motto 'an the devil take the hindmost.' I've taken care o' f self; let others take care of thelrselves. Evory tub on Its own bottom. I say!" "But that's rank anarchy," seid the little man. "Society would break up If everybody arted on those lines. There would be no order no method. If pao plo went about stamping on each other with determined resolution if thoy all adopted your chart of success the present muddle of diluted bogus collec tivism and soml-anarchy In which we live would be even more complicated and Impossible." "Well, you've heard my game," said Mr. Browbettcr, brutally. "Let them play It as can. Them as It too weak can go to the wall an' the " Tho sentence was not completed. At that moment Mr. Brow-better and the rest of the people on the Sirocco felt a terrific shock. There was a series of nerve-racking thuds nnd bumps, a hor rible crackling, grating noise, a splint ering and a crashing, shrieks and cries of distress, and a loud wailing cry of "The ship's struck!" Tho Sirocco was on the dreaded Bar nacles. Stewards ran about warning passen gers to get on deck with all speed. The well-trained, disciplined crew was mustered and took Its allotted stations. The boats were got ready and lowered. and cooly and calmly the captain shouted his orders to his lieutenants, who as calmly and coolly saw them carried out. The ship's officers busied themselves forming tho passengers Into squads. The women and children gathered In one pale, huddled group, calmed by the steady, calm demeanor of the steward esses. The men, however, were more difficult to handle and only the stern determination of the officers prevented n number of them from rushing the boats. Septimus Q. Browbettcr was ono of the ringleaders. His ruddy face had grown ghastly with terror, and In his panic he was gesticulating and dashing about the deck like a madman. Suddenly the vessel's bow parted and went down, and a shower of spume and spray broKc over the company gath ered in tno waist and stern. It was more than Mr. Browbettcr could stand. He made a rush toward the boats, but was Immediately brought up and checked. "Do you know who I am?" he bel lowed. "I'm a director of the Green Anchor Line nnd I'm not going to be drowned like a rat In a trap for all the captains that ever sported gold braid." "Mr. Browbctter," replied the cantain, steadily, "you may be a director on shore, but I'm director here. I've four hundred lives to save yours among them nnd I can save all. Thero aro boats enough. But you can't go yet. Women and children first. Go hack to your squad, sir, or I'll shoot you!" The vessel began rapidly to settle. Masts and funnels wont by the board. Tho effect on the millionaire was elec trical. "Stand aside! I will get Into a Iwat. To hell with your order and discipline!" Ho mndo a bull-like rush forward. Tho captain's pistol cracked and tho man of wenlth fell fainting to tho deck with a groan. His right arm was shattered. "What was that?" called tho shin's surgeon, rushing forward from the spot 'vnere no una ucen attending a counJe of seamen wounded by the falling spars. "That," quoth the captain, "was tho director's report, I guess. Let this wounded mnn be- dumped Into tho next loat with tho first men's batch. He's

a coward and doesn't deservo to bo

saved, but I reckon we can't leave him Hurry up, my lads; we're cutting It fine, but wo shall Just do the trick!" Harry Beswlck, in the London Claim MAD RUN AFTER WILD TRAIN. Is Caught By Engine After Long Down-Grade Chase. Word comes to-day from Copperville, near Percy, N. IL, of the narrow es cape last night from a collision be tween a run-away string of loaded freight cars moving at terrific speed and the Portland-Montreal express, which left here at 7 p. m. with 200 passengers aboard. After missing tho passenger train by less than half a minute the freight cars, running down grade for eighteen miles, most of the way at an eight-mllc-an-hour clip, were caught by a locomotive after one of the most haz ardous chases ever recorded. At 11 o'clock. Just as tho last car of the Night Flyer on the Grand Trunk bound for Montreal, hnd passed Cop pervllle Station, a wild train of twenty cars loaded with pulp wood and with out a locomotive, which had broken loose on a siding two miles away, shot onto the main line. It missed only by a few yards the rear car of the passen ger train bound north, and gathering speed every minute, plunged alon toward Portland. At Berlin, five miles away, a big mogul engine with steam up happened to be on a siding. The operator at Cop perville wired: "Look out; run-away freight coming." The last click of the message had hardly been received when the run nway, going at a mile and a half a minute, rushed past the Berlin station. The engineer and fireman were In the cab of the muul. They knew the train was a run-away before the tele graph operator could tell them. The big engine snorted and trem bled as the throttle was pulled wide open and she fairly rose from the rails as she struck the main track. For ten miles south of Berlin It is all down grade. Then there Is a gentle three-mile up-hill stretch until She! bourne, at the top of the rio. Is reached, where tho steep down grade begins again. The only hope of -the pursuers was to catch thef reight beforo It reachod the heights at Shelbourne. Fast as the run away wont, the big locomotive, Impelled by steam as well as gravity, went faster, but the gain was tantallzlngly slow. Several times tho run-away was sighted through the darkness on straight stretches of track, but when the wild freight cars reachVd the foot of the three-mile up-grade it still had half a mile lead. Its tremendous momentum scarcely seemed to lessen at first, but the mogul pushed doggedly up the hill. As the freight's speed began to lessen the mo gol gained more rapidly. When the pilot was 100 yards from the last car of the freight the fireman crawled out In front, ready to make the coupling. From 100 yards the freight's lead dwindled to fifty, then to ten. and at last, when the run-away was starting down hill again, the fireman hitched the engine on and signaled for the en gineer to put the air brakes on his wheels. One hundred yards further along tho train was stopped, and a wreck ana maybe a collision had been averted. Portland, (Me.) Cor. New York Sun. HER SATURDAY LETTER. Always the Same Fellow, and the Postmaster Knew It. The pretty school teacher of a small town not long ago became aware, as she walked along the main street front the postofflce, where she had just mailed a letter to her fiance, of someone following her and calling her name. She turned, and confronted the fat postmaster, bareheaded and apopletlcally crimson, puffing toward her with something In his outstretched hand. "I been chasing ye most two blocks," he panted. "Couldn't make ye hear, someways. Here's this letter you just posted hasn't got his name on, see? " 'Well, she must be deep In," says I to Sam DucketL 'This Is the second time she's been too mazed to put the address on when she wrote to him. "'Sure It's him?' said Sam. " 'Course I am,' says I. 'He's the only one she writes to reg'lar, Sat'days. Her home folks get their letter writ Sundays, and she malls It Monday morning on the way to school. Course It's him.' "Tis. ain't it. ma'am? Well, so I told Sam, nnd I'd ha' saved all this bother and addressed It for ye only for remembering that with scarlet fever and measles prevailing like they bo just now, a strange hand might give the pore feller a start So 1 follered ye Instead. My but you're a brisk goer! Thought I'd never catch ye.' " "I'm very much obliged, I'm sure, and It was very careless of me, indeed," said the girl, handing back the letter addressed. "But you say I've made this same mistake before. What became of my letter then?" "Oh, there wa'n't any epidemics round then," replied tho postmaster, easily. "I just put on the address mvself." "But to whom? How could you know whom It was for?" she asked, a little startled. "Sat'd'y noon, same's this one," he replied cheerfully. "It always Is him Sat'd'ys, now, ain't It?" The pretty teacher's eyes flashed wide, then she dimpled, blushed and laughed. It wns not possible to snub this elderly fat Cupid, so openly and Innocently Interested In her lovo af fairs. "Yes." she admitted, proudly. "Sat urdays it always is him. Thank you." Receptive Mood. Tho dark horse was incllnml in im noncommittal. "I'm not asklnc nnvthlni nf nv. body." he said, "but only n fool horse would kick n bucket of oats over." Thoreupon his followers announced him as In tho ficht to win. Phllartoi.

phla Ledger.

Those Ducks' Eggs

"I was at Manila in 1S83 or 18S4, I forget which," said Harry Kellar, tho magician. "I determined to open my show with a trick Involving ducks' eggs and asked tho porter at tho hotel where I could procure some. " 'A very worthy woman cells eggs within a stone's throw of here, ho snid, 'in the market place.' "And so I went to market to buy some eggs. I found the worthy woman who dispensed them and asked if they wero fresh. '"Indeed they are,' sho answered, breaking one open to prove her words. "It was the rankest looking egg I had ever seen, a disgusting, greenish mass. 'Do you call that "fresh?" I asked Indignantly. " 'There are no finer eggs In Manila,' she retorted warmly. 'I've been at this one stand for sixteen years, and you are the first person who has ever questioned the eggs 1 sell. They are fino eggs good eggs. And she turned away from me, as if I wasn't worth talking to. "And I thought as I walked off that If I could lie with the perfect graco born In that woman I'd bo the finest conjurer In the world. "That afternoon while I was driving with an English friend of mine I recounted the circumstance to him. Ho laughed. My dear Harry,' said he, 'yon do not know one of the great delicacies of Manila. There Is no finer entree served than one of those semldecayeJ eggs. They are just two days distant from the hatching stage. Then thoy aro perfect. They are boiled hard, chopped fine and served, and they're delicious. No one here thinks of buying what you understand as fresh eggs. Why, I'll drive you now to where the eggs are prepared for market just to prove the high esteem In which these addled affairs are held here.' "Ho drove me along the river Paslg, about three miles above where It emptlod Into Manila bay. and thero for a mllo or two on both banks of the river I saw scores of natives lying on their bellies, the sun beating down on their backs. " 'Get up, called my friend to onp of them. Up he jumped, and there lay about two dozen duck eggs. 'These fellows," said my friend as we drove homeward, 'do nothing but He In the sun all day and bring these oggs up close to the hatching point. When they're properly matured the eggs are brought to market.' "That night I opened my perform ance In the Tonda theater. Immediately after the performance we begin to cover up my conjuring apparatus with tarpaulins, for every one now said that tho typhoon would be along within the hour, and indeed hardly had we got Into tho street when the roof of that theater was taken off as neatly as If It had been pared off. The last I saw of it it was bound in the direction of Manila bay. "Luckily our hotel was only two blocks away, and we made a dash for It through wind, rain and lightning. But hardly had we got to our rooms when off went the xoof of the hotel to Join that of the theater. We stayed awake all night, waiting for the hotel to be moved Eomewhere out Into tho adjacent country. "But the morning broke beautifully, and I felt so good that I determined to have my revenge on my fresh egg woman, who had stood for sixteen years In the market place. So I racde some llttlo preparations and again went to market to buy eggs. "'Fresh?' I queried, picking an egg from her basket. "She eyed me disdainfully for a sec ond and then said coldly, T told you yesterday I sold none but fresh eggs.' " "Will you kindly open this ror taer I asked, passing the egg to her. "She broke it open, and out tumbled the healthiest and most surprised duckling you ever saw. "The woman s face was a study. That Is the first time In all my life that any of my eggs were not good,' she gasped. " 'Try this one,' I said suavely, pick lng another egg from the basket "Sho broke It open, and out toddled another downy duckling. Then her face grew crimson. She hadn t breath to sneak. '"Take this,' I said, and she broke that, only to find duck No. 3. "Then I pretended to grow angry and called her a cheat, at the same time picking up three more eggs and smashing them together. Three more ducks joined their companions and went quacking around that basket of eggs In all the self consciousness of Just being born. "The woman found her tongue now and began to shout at the top of her voice, calling me 'devil, 'sorcerer' and other names of a like nature. "In a minute an angry crowd was around us. The woman was well known in the neighborhood, and her story gained ready credence. Two hands were placed on my shoulders, and I was told I was under arrest, and just then an inspiration struck me. I saw one of my lithographs hung up In a stall opposite. I pointed to It and then to my face, and the crowd under stood. I'd run completely out of ducks by that time, but I did half a dozen sleight of hand tricks for the crowd's edification nnd was followed to my ho tel by a cheering mob at my heels. "But I could never make up my mind to eat that entree of almost hatched duck. The sight of the 'fresh' egg that market woman broke for me on my first day In Manila was enough for me." Philadelphia Press. Changing Australian Speech. The rapprochement between our selves and the Americana will certainy have one effect We shall find our language enriched by new words and our pronunciation of old words under go revision. Already enr speech Is leaving our chest and mounting to our head, and In a little while well bo able to do most of our talking with our Hps closed as well as the most facile visitors from Vermont "Say!" b established as an arrestlve, and we are beginning to "guess" with the best of them. For awhile the American accent Is bound to have as great a vogue In conversation as have tbe stars and stripes In decorative schemes. Syd ney (N. S. W.) Mail.

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