Rensselaer Journal, Volume 10, Number 47, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 2 May 1901 — Page 1

ONE DOLLAR A YEAR. Nearly Double the Size of any other I*aper in County.

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ELLIS' OPERA HOUSE. J H S ELLIS, Pro. THREE BIC NIGHTS, commencing THURSDAY, MAY 2, 1901. First engagement here of the Great Singing Comedian, HR. J. E. TOOLE. ’And his competent company of players, in the new romantic play, KILLABNEY MD IK WHINE The Success of Three Continents. Interspersed with Comedy, Pathos, Original Music, Songs and Dances, Special Scenery and Elaborate Costumes. Guaranteed to be produced here with the same company and scenery as used in NEW YORK, BOSTON, SAN FRANCISCO AND NEW ORLEANS. CHANGE OF PLAY NIGHTLY. Seats Now on Sale—Secure Early. Never before at these prices. 15, 25, 35 cts.

A Lucky Man.

Fred Casten, who lives on Granville Moody’s farm,may well consider himself a lucky man. Last Saturday he came to town and drew nearly a hundred dollars from Mr. Moody, and after paying his taxes ne had s6l left. This was placed in an envelope in bills and coming from the court house Mr. Casten placed the envelope in his inside coat pocket. As it happened the pocket had no bottom to it and even the lining of the coat was torn so that the envelope dropped unnoticed to the street. Mr. Casten had got well on his way home before he noticed his loss, and did not intend to return,thinking there would be no chance to recover the money. His wife insisted, however, and he returned to town, finding the money and envelope on Washington street, in front of the court house, where he had dropped it. The envelope had lain for over an hour in plain sight of hundreds of passing people, who had not taken the trouble to pick it up, thinking it was an old, discarded envelope.

Northern Indiana Fairs.

Secretary Downing, of the'State Board of Agriculture, (has completed the list of Indiana fairs and fair circuits. list of fairs in the Northern Indiana Circuit, of which F. F. Moore, of Rochester, is President and Fred Wheeler, of Crown Point, is Secretary, and the dates for holding same are: Crown Point, Sept. 3-6; Valparaiso, Sept. 10-13; Laporte, Sept. 17-20; Rochester, Sept. 24 27; Bourbon, Oct. 1-4; Bremen, Oct. 8-11. The Indiana state fair, Sept. 16-20.

Ice! Ice!! Ice!!!

C. C. Starr has his houses filled with fine, clear ice and is prepared to furnish ice to all. Prompt delivery any place in town. Telephone 62.

Excursion TO CHICAGO VIA ...SUNDH. Ilf. 5... EASE BALL. Pittsburg vs. .Chicago. Stations, Time. Fare. Lv Monon8:20 am $1 00 “ Lee...8:30 “ 100 “ McCoysburgß:3s “ 100 44 Pleasant Ridgeß:4o 44 75 44 Rensselaer....B:4B 75 “ Surreyß:s7 - 75 44 Parr .9:02 “ 75 44 Fair Oaks... r..9:09 “ ’ 75 44 Rose Lawn9:2o “ 75 44 Thayer9:2s “ 75 Returning, special train will leave Chicago at 11:30 p. m. Sunday night.

ORTH H. STEIN DEAD.

The End of a Brilliant Writer Comes. WAS A MURDERER AND FORGER. A Former. Lafayette Boy Dies at New Orleans After a Checkered Career—Sketch of His Life. Many of our readers will remember Orth H. Stein, a former Lafayette boy, whose escapades and outlawry some fifteen years ago, startled the whole country. He had not been beard of for some years until the announce ment of his death last Friday at New Orleans, where he had been engaged in newspaper work. Stein was born and reared in La fayette'i He was the only son of Col. John A. Stein, a prominent lawyer who died in 1886. Orth was educated in the Lafayette public schools. In his boyhood he was quite a sketch artist. At 18 years of age he took charge of the local department of the Lafayette Courier. It was while in this capacity that he first exhibited a reckless disposition. From there he went to Colorado, but returned in 1885 and his father died a year later. On returning he accepted a position as editorial writer on the Journal, and in October of the same year started Stein’s Comet, a weekly publication of literary features. He conducted its publication several months and then precipitately abandoned his paper and left with a woman named Morgan. After his departure it was discovered that most of the life insurance that had been left by his father, and which was the property of his mother, had been used by him. The money had been placed in the bank to hie mother’s,credit, and with a mother’s indulgence she signed a number of blank checks and gave them to him, with permission to fill them out when in need of money. By the time these checks were exhausted it was said Stein had drawn and used $5,000.

In his death is closed one of the most remarkable careers to be found outside the pages of lurid fiction. An alienist would describe him as a degenerate; a newspaper critic would call his writings the work of a genius; the historian would put him down as the most accomplished scoundrel of his time, for in the 40 years of his life he had swindled friend and foe the country over; had killed a man by shooting him in the back of the head; had sent his father to the grave through grief over his outlawry; had squandered the life insurance left his mother by his father's death; had been in jail for forgery, and yet during all this time had done matchless work for newspapers everywhere, and when he died was writing stuff—the “By the By” column of the New Orleans Times-Democrat—which was more widely copied than anything printed in the newspapers of America. In 1878, when Stein was 17 years of age he went to the roaring camp of Leadville, and to the environments of that then lawless town his early friends attributed the warp in his character so soon developed. He was a local reporter there, and he was thrown among the man-killers, outlaws and outcasts who infested the booming mining camp in those first days. That he became saturated with the spirit of the place was demonstrated when, in 1881, he showed up in Kansas City, for he constantly carried in his hip pocket a sawed off 44-caliber revolver, and at night ,he slept with a long sheath knife under his pillow. “He had come to regard the bad man as the normal type,” his associates commented, and, as the young man was genial, jovial and gentlemanly at all times, and carrying “guns” was not so uncommon a thing in Kansas City then, anyhow, his idiosyncracies caused little more thau casual comment. As “John Bell” Stein was then known, and his pleasing manners and bright wit made him many friends, while his newspaper work won him no small fame. He was an untiring news gatherer, wrote his stories in a bright, picturesque style that was the envy of his fellow newspaper workers; he could turn a verse in pleasing form; his fiction was far above the ordinary, and he was an artist of no mean skill. So his advancement was rapid, and he became city editor of the Kansas City Star, then, as now, one of the most important evening newspapers of the West. One night in June of 1882 a roar as of a small cannon rang out from the corner of Fourth and Walnut streets, Kansas City. There were newspaper

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reporters in the police station just across the street, and they were at the scene of the shooting before the smoke had blown away. At the bottom of a stairway leading to an apartment house was the prostrate body of George Fredericks, proprietor of tbe Theater Oomique, on a corner across the way. The man was unconscious, and his brains were oozing from a terrible wound in the back of his head. Stein, or Bellkas he was then called, was startling over him, pale and~ trembling, and at the police station, where he was quickly taken, he declared he had acted in self-defense. The woman in the case was a Mattie Hartleinliy name. She was a blonde of large mold, little refinement, and had been brought from the country by Fredericks some months before. The story she told was that Stein had been an occasional visitor, that Fredericks knew of it, and had found Stein in her apartment that night, and had upbraided him. After the quarrel he turned to Stein and said: “Well, let’s you and I go out and get a drink!” Then Stein followed Fredericks out, and as tney went down stairs the shot was fired. Stein declared Fredericks menaced him and at the trial it was attempted to be shown that although no weapon was tound on Fredericks, whose death had occurred a few days after the shooting, and who had not regained consciousness—a revolver had been abstracted from his pocket as he lay in the hallway, but the desired witness to offer this testimony was never found, and Stein was found guilty of manslaughter and given z 5 years by the jury, which, under the Missouri practice, fixed the term of imprisonment as well as the penalty. It was a hard fought battle, powerful and wealthy friends of the family coming to the help of the accused. Stein’s parent#— his aged father and his charming, lovable mother—were with their son throughout the whole proceedings, and sympathy for them, as well as condemnation of Fredericks, a married man, and the keeper of a place of unsavory repute, doubtless finally influenced the jury, after much deliberation, to bring in the compromise verdict rendered, An appeal on error was taken to the supreme court, and on a new trial Stein, who had spent several months in jail, was admitted to bail. He went to Denver and did newspaper work till the time of his second trial, the witnesses having scattered and a postponement occurred, By the next time set the witnesses were still absent and the Fredericks family had abandoned the fight, so that the case finally dropped and a nolle was entered.

When the snooting occurred of course S.tein declared his identity, and although he gave no detailed account of the trouble which had induced him to take an, assumed name, it developed that he had been implicated in a theft or emblezzlement case at Leadvillp, and on fleeing thence had felt more comfortable under a name not his own.

Stein’s next appearance was at St. Louis, where he entered on a career of high rolling, faking, forging and swindling, which did not end until he landed in jail in Georgia in 1891 h In his brilliant style he wrote up a fake strike, flood and other startling stories in rapid succession for St. Louis and outside papers, and also turned his hand to various swindling devices. Though not of a pronounced bibulous turn, Stein was convivial, and among the women of the half world he was to them a hero. He told them stories, wrote verses for them, illustrated with his own pen, and he preferred their society. Indeed, it is dbubtfu’ if in all his career he ever took the pains to cultivate or know a woman of good repute outside of his mother and sister.

When St. Louis got too warm for him Stein went South. In Florida he pretended to have unearthed a South American conspiracy, which ne wrote for the New York Herald. He went over into Texas, and there he raised figures on New York Herald checks and was denounced as a swindler. He escaped punishment, however, and next turned up in Baltimore, where he posed as an English medical specialist, and attracted much attention by an able discourse in one of the Baltimore papers on Brown-Sequard’s elixir of life, then much talked of everywhere. He was banqueted by leading physicians, and turned their friendship to good account by borrowing large sums of money from them, with which he look French leave. Again drifting South he was hauled up in Decatur, Ga., on a charge of express robbery. In the investigation that followed his whole career was shown up, but he made eloquent pleas

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for clemency, wrote about himself in a touching way, quoted Scripture, and so worked on the feelings of the tender-hearted Southerners that he was told to go and sin no more. He went to Atlanta and secured work offhanded on the Constitution. Here he remained till he had established a reputation for brilliant writing, and then he went over to Savannah and started another weekly paper, called the Looking Glass. It was a review of conditions socially ancf politically, locally and throughout the state. Salacious gossip and scandals about those of more or less social prominence were sought for far and near, and finally a libel suit drove the editor and his publisher to Atlanta.

Here for several years the Looking Glass flourished, with an occasional libel suit by way of variety. The paper was brilliant to a degree, both in letter press and illustration, and among the newspaper men of Atlanta there was a feeling of friendliness for Stein born of his genius as well as because of his broken physical condition. Whereas in his earlier days he had been hale and hearty and full of spirit and fun, he had grown grave and even funereal in his manner, and his hollow eyes and sunken chest confirmed the statement that everj winter brought a crisis. Tall, thin, and square-shouldered in his youth, he grew gaunt and cadaverous in his declining years. He wore a mustache and gold rimmed nose glasses in his younger days. Spectacles, behind which shone his deep-sunken eyes; a Boulanger bdard, a stoop, a backing cough and a shambling gait changed his wnole being, and the shock an old acquaintance felt on first view was repeated when he spoke. Instead of the old cheery, informal way he was now grave, serions and cold. Instead of “Tom, old boy,” it was Mr. Blank,” always “Mr.” and “ah” and “aha” took the place of the old smile and merry grip.

ICE HOUSE ON FIRE.

Moody & Roth Suffer a Small Loss By Fire. Tuesday noon the fire company was called out to fight fire which had broken out .in Moody & Roth’s ice house at Mr. Moody’s residence. By the time the fire company arrived the roof was in flames but the blaze was soon extinguished, after burning off the roof and damaging a chicken house. The loss is probably in the neighborhood of SIOO. Carpenters were at once set to work repairing the building in order to save what ice was not melted.

Another Small Blaze. Yesterday morning a burning rubbish heap started a blaze in Mrs. L. Benjamin’s barn on Cullen street. The hose carts were quickly on the scene, but the fire was already under control by the time they arrived. The barn will need a new roof, which is the extent of the loss.

Patronize Home Industry.

The Rensselaer Steam Laundry meets Lafayette, Indianapolis and other larger cities in competition in the surrounding country and gets the business at the same terms they offer. The above speaks for itself. When you have a good home laundry lay ASIDE YOUR LITTLE HAMMER. DON’T KNOCK AGAINST YOUR HOME INSTITUTIONS and industries. That does not make a city or even help to. BE GOOD. Send your linen to a good laundry and you will be happy. Ring up telephone 66 and have our wagon call, or leave order at G. W. Goff’s.

PORTER & LAGEN.

The Sugar Beet Industry.

The activity in the sugar beet industry began in 1896. Since that time thirty-five factories have been built. The census year ending May 11, 1901, was a bad year for the industry, for the beet crop was a partial failure; thirty-one factories, however, were in operation and they produced 35 per cent of our total sugar production, while ten years earlier the output of beet sugar was less than 2 per cent of the domestic output.

Preaching at Lee.

Rev. P. Foulks wih speak at Lee Station on Sabbath, the first Sunday in May, at 10:30 a. m. He invites everybody to come out. He says that Christ’s language is teaching all civilized nations on the face of the earth and can prove this by the Bible and history. Some people do not go to funerals that they cannot run.

Picked Up Around Town

There is surely an excitable man in town, but who he is we have been unable to find out. Whenever the fire whistle sounds, he begins clanging that old cracked fire bell, evidently trying to drown the sound of the fire whistle. Some times he manages to get ahead of the whistle, which shows that he is always on deck. Last Saturday night the whistle got the start, but only for a moment, '-when the old fire bell, which can be heard only two ori blocks," began its doleful clahg. Some one should manage to discover this excitable individual and inform him that we have a fire whistle that will answer all purposes, even to raising the dead, if necessary. Or it might be a good idea to remove the clapper, and let him indulge in his little exercise unmolested.

A young fellow in this town is quite a beau and a great dresser. He wears good clothes when he is at home, but they are good not enough when he goes out of town, so he borrows a dress suit. Some people are amused, but what is that anybody’s business, just so he pays the rent on the suit? # if: * A young couple coming home from the theatre the other night walked faster than the married folks who came the same way. It looked as if they must have had a quarrel, but they did not. It was the first time the boy had gone with the girl and he thought he had fast. *...* A man in this town bought some plug chewing tobacco and he asked for some “spitting tobacco.” * * * A man who had been a preacher, but not a good one, had retired from the ministry. A wordly man who did not take much stock in the retired theologian’s preaching asked him one day-what he thought would become of the poor cusses who used to hear him preach. The preacher, who was also somewhat of a wit, replied, “If "the good Lord does not have mercy on their souls, my preaching will not do them much good.”

Two little boys went to the postoffice to get the mail. Neither happened to get an thing that day. As they walked away, one said to the other, “Didn’t you get any mail either?” “No, I didn’t, and I can’t see why.” “Well, I didn’t either,” responded the first little fellow, and this is the only postoffice in town, too.” We wonder if it wouldn’t give better satisfaction to have competition. Those boys had the right idea about competition being the life of trade, but they misapplied it. That was all. * * * There is a woman everybody knows who is the bane of every merchant’s life. They would rather give her a dollar to stay out of the store, she is such a kicker and such a bore. But when she comes to the opera house she finds her.match. People there are not afraid of her. The ushers stand around and laugh behind her back. Everybody has a good time, because there nobody is afraid to laugh.

A girl on Main street had a fellow who was to call at a certain hour and later another boy tried to make a date with her. She was very sorry that she had already been engaged for the evening, so she suggested that he come from seven till eight, as the other boy would not come till eight. How is that for industry? » * * A man told us the other day he had learned to eat apples. He did not .like them at all, until he got used to them, like one to chewing tobacco or eating limburger cheese. *** There is a young man in town who assumes that he is a great Beau Brummel. He thinks he is pretty. Is that not coo bad, when a boy gets the idea that he is pretty? There is not much show for him. And he also thinks he is so much observed that he has to keep himself well dressed all the time. The result is that he changes clothes frequently, but his father refuses to buy him many suits, so he changes pants two or three times a day to

make people think he has plenty o clothes. * * * There is a woman not a thousand miles away who is a constant complainer about the state of her health. She is a well meaning old soul, but everybody laughs at her just the same. She has said for forty years, “I do not expect to be with you much longer,” but she is here yet. * * * During one of our very best lectures that was given during the entire course a so-cahed intelligent woman slept through the whole evening, and people wonder if woman had the right to suffrage, if she would vote.

THE MONEY RAISED.

Nearly SBOO Donated For the Use of the Band. Nearly SBOO was raised in five days by the committee for the benefit of the Citizens’ Band. The money was donated cheerfully by the citizens with very lictle Soliciting. The band will at once be reorganized under the instructorship of Prof. Schath, a musician who has few equals, and the summer band concerts will be resumed at an early day. The following is a complete list ot those donating to the band fund, with the amounts contributed.

A. McCoy & Co. sl2 00 B. F. Fendig 10 00 F. A. Ross 10 00 W. B. Austin 20 00 Ellis & Murray 10 00 Foltz, Spitler & Kurrie 10 00 Geo. A. Strickfaden 10 00 Dr. I. M. Washburn 5 00 Hugh Gamble 5 00 Warren Robinson 1 00 Jerry Schofield ' 50 Geo. E. Mitchell . 50 Masonic Lodge 10 00 A. G. Hardy 5 00 J. W. Williams _ 5 00 J. W. Horton.. 5 00 Geo. Long 50 N. W. Reeves I 00 Moses Leopold 2 00 Firman Thompson 1 00 Wm. N. Jones 1 00 Mrs. Alfred McCoy 50 00 Mrs. Alfred Thompson 50 00 Rensselaer Cigar Factory 6 00 Dr. A. L. Berkley 5 00 Joseph Larsh 10 00 Wm. Beam/.. 2 00 John Alter 3 00 T. W. Haus 6 00 Rev. A. G. Work 2 00 Ray D. Thompson 2 50 M. F. Chile ate 1 00 Thos. Penn 3 00 Moody & Roth 5 exo Dr. E. C* English 2 00 Dr. Schmadle I 00 Conrad Kellner 5 00 Russell Harmon I 00 I. Tuteur 3 00 W. C. Babcock 10 00 B. S. Fendig. 5 00 J. A. McFarland 1 00 Lawler Bros., Chicago 1000 Thos. O’Meara 50 B. Forsythe 10 00 Catholic Order Foresters. 5 00 Zell-Fisher Feed Barn 5 00 Louis Wilcox, Surrey 1 00 E. P. Honan 50 C. M. Blue 50 Laßue Bros 10 00 Bruce Porter 5 00 Ed. L. Peacock... 2 00 Bert Bienner 1 00 Unknown Friend.. 1 00 John W. Walker 1 00 A. Rishling 1 00 Ray Wood 3 00 Mrs. Henry Wood 1 00 H. Hildebrand 3 00 Dr. H. L. Brown 1 00 Arthur Catt 1 00 L. Hamilton 3 00 H. Zimmerman.. 1 00 John Eger 10 00 Wm. Eger 10 00 Louis Wildberg 10 00 Warner 8r05..; 10 00 'A. Leopold 10 00 Samuel Fendig 6 00 Thompson Ross ~ 50 Bradley Ross 50 Livingston Ross 50 Commercial State Bank 5 00 Joseph Harris 5 00 J. E. Wilson ’ 5 00 D. J. Thompson 5 00 Frank B. Meyer 10 00 Mrs. Bertha N. Thompson 2 50 Jacob Eiglesbach 5 00 S. P. Thompson 8 00 Vernon Nowels 1 00 Simon Thompson, Jr 1 00 Mrs. E. L. Hollingsworth 5 00 Mrs. Thos. J. McCoy 50 00 A. P. Baker 1 00 Joseph Jackson ■ 1 00 John Bissel I 00 A. F. Long 10 00 Geo. Goff. * o 00 Duvall Bros 5 00 W. C. Milliron 6 00 Rhoades & Overton 5 00 T. P. Wright 50 A. R. Hopkins 5 00 W. A. Huff 2 00 I. McDonald 50 W. C. Shead 3 00 Rev. C. D. Royse 1 00 J. H. Chapman 3 00 Joe Sharp 1 00 Porter & Randle... 5 00 Delos Thompson 10 00 W. J. Imes 3 00 Unknown Friend 3 00 Mrs. G. K. Hollingsworth 5 00 Mrs. C. D. Nowels 5 00 Prof. W. H. Sanders 1 oo Frank O’Meara 1 oo P. W. Clark 2 00 Rensselaer Republican 5 00 Anonymous 5 00

Christie Vick 2 00 Benj. Harris, Sr 4 00 Frank King. 1 00 C. E. Mills _... 5 00 Jas. T. Randle •. 5 00 C. W. Duvall 2 00 St. Joseph’s College 5 00 Mrs. Ad Parkison ’ 2 00 Hanley & Hunt 7 50 Jasper Co. Democrat . 1 00 Lensselaer Jotimal 1 00 C. W. Coen. 5 00 Donnelly Bros 5 00 Jennings Wright 1 00 Rensselaer Commercial Club 25 00 Chas. W. Rhoades 2 00 K. of P. Lodge No. 88 10 00 Total $719 00 Deduct preliminary donations 28 00 Total $691 00 Pledged but unsigned 38 50 Personal G uarantees 20 50 Total $750 00 RECEIPTS AND DISBURSEMENTS. CASH COLLECTED BY F. A. ROSS, ACCOUNT PUBLIC RECITAL. T. J. McCoy 5 00 B. F. Fendig 5 00 F. A. Ross 5 00 E. L. Hollingsworth 2 00 W. B. Austin 2 00 John Eger 2 00 Wm. Eger 1 00 A. L. Berkley 1 00 A. F. Long 1 00 C. D. Nowels 1 00 C. G. Spitler 1 00 G. K. Hollingsworth 1 00 Geo. Hopkins 1 00 Bion Zimmermon 1 00 Jack Montgomery 1 00 F. P. Meyer 1 00 H. R. Wood 1 00 John Healey 1 00 Kenneth Morgan....' 25 Total $33 25 Cash paid out by F. A. Ross, account expenses of Mr. and Mrs. Schath, recital, etc, as per voucher rendered ..., ’. 548 85 Above collections ..+.... 33 25 Bal Deficit 15 60 S4B 85 S4B 85

W. L. WOOD, OF PARR.

What Editor Judy Says of One of His Partners. Judyville' had a Sunday call from one of its ablest branch managers, W. L. Wood, of Parr, where Judy found him trying to run a little store at a little station on the Monon, 60 miles out of Chicago, but not on the time tables. Jbdy had dropped in there from a drive over the country to catch a train home when he met the “lousy calf” upon which he believed he could “steak” his money and not get “beefed.” Today there is no man in Jasper county of hia age that it would te as safe to stake a big amount of money on as W. L Wood, of Parr. Judy claims-no credit at all. In fact he knows that the only credit that Judy could assume is the choice of the man- on whom to put his “steak.” Wood is a day, night, an all time worker. He knows where to draw the line of honor and ownership. He had nothing. He now has interests worth fifteen thousand dollars cash; a credit worth twenty-five thousand dollars, and a business worth what be is getting out of it—about ten thousand dollars a year. The result of his own effort and the ability to use and not abuse that which comes close to him, and the trust that is put in him. ’ The rapid growth ot his little “peanut” country corner store to ite present size is one of the most remarkable enterprises in northern Indiana. —Warren Review.

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JUDY OF JUDYVILLE.

Is a_JHan of Push and Vast Energy. HE DOES A $600,000 BUSINESS. Sketch of a Maa Who Owas a Town of His (Mm—The Best Advertised Man In Indiana. John F. Judy, of Judyville, perhaps the moat hustling and beat advertised business man in the state of Indiana, made his first and last appearance as editor of a newspaper last week. Judy buys and sells everything, and some time ago came into possession of the Warren Review, but has just sold it, and concluded to edit the last, number as an advertisement. With his characteristic push he made a success of it, getting out a paper of which he may justly be proud. The Toledo Sunday Times a week or two ago gave the following description of Judy, Judyville and Judyiaar, showing what a man of push with the liberal use of printers’ ink, may accomplish:

Ten miles from a railroad, on the prairie lands of Western Indiana, I found Judy. He used to be a farm hand, and earned a dollar a day with his muscles. He was ambitious, however, and wished to earn more, so he worked his muscles longer and harder and finally got his earnings up to two dollars a day, but there he stopped, for work as he would, he couldn’t get above the two-dollar mark. Had the days been longer he might have done so, for he had plenty of muscle and plenty of perseverance. Had he been an ordinary man, as men went in that section he might have been satisfied but it so happened that he was an extraordinary one, so he stopped the plow for a moment and sat down on a boulder to think. What’s wrong, said he to himself. Here lam working twice as hard as my companions, and all I am able to earn is two dollars. Surely men make more than that in a day, but here I am working up to the limit of my strength and can’t do better —now what’s wrong? I’ve got it, I’m not using my head—hands alone will not accomplish much—l must use brains as well. Now many men after having reached this conclusion would have gone to Indianapolis or Logansport or Chicago or some other city that their brains might have chance for a full swing, but not so with Judy, he stayed right where he was, ten miles from a railroad and commenced to mix brains with his muscle. As time went on and he grew prosperous buying, selling and dickering, he felt the need of an office, so he built one; then a storeroom, so he built one; then a workshop, so he built one. His customers drove long distances to trade with him. Sometimes they were three days on the way. They needed a place to put up when they arrived. A hotel was a necessity, so he built one. Houses for his help were needed, he built them; he required a bank, so he built one, and soon he had a thriving town stretched out before him, and it was called Judyville. When the business needed anything, he built, bought or created it, and it became a fart of the town. I noticed in passing, that udyville contained no churches or saloon. Judy says: “I own Judyville; I act as Mayor, Common Council, Board of Aidermen, Police Judge and Chief of Police. Am merchantlandlord, blacksmith, postmaster, editor and undertaker. I sell everything a fanner can use; own and superintend. I never feel a pain until I get to it; raise thousands of cattle and hogs, bat don’t eat meat; handle thousands of horses, but despise horse races; patriotic, but not noisy; don’t smoke; know I am a farmer; like plenty of wind, weather and water; dress never swear, can’t lie and make it stick; freight 185 pounds; that’s me.” Judy also says that he is 44 yean old—can’t help it. Is married and don’t want to help it. Got four children—they cant help it. Judy turned the horse buying, selling and trading over to his son, when the young man was about 15 years old. He evidently has the same faith in the boy that he has in brain and muscle for he says: “Don’t be afraid to trade with him because he is a child. I paid for what he knows and if you can teach him I am willing to pay you.”

THE MONEY RAISED.

Seven Hundred Dollars Raised Sunday for the Completion of the M. E. Parsonage. The building committee of the new M. E. parsonage found when they came to erect the building that it would cost *7OO more than was expected, or about >3,000. At Sunday morning’s service |soowas pledged on condition that the other >2OO was raised. The members of the church went to work and by night the other >9OO was pledged, so that the personage will be free of debt when completed. It will be a flue building and well worth all It costa.

Married in Oklahoma.

M. L. Spitler, Jr.,and Mias Gertrude Yeoman, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. 8. E. Yeoman, were married at Guthrie, Oklahoma, yesterday, where Mr. Spitler is engaged in the practice of law. Miss Yeoman departed for Oklahoma Monday. Among the guests at the wedding were J. F. Warren, now of Oklahoma City, and hia daughter, Miss Carrie Warren, of Ron—also v.

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