Rensselaer Republican, Volume 19, Number 49, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 11 August 1887 — Page 2

FAME. Tell me. father, who in he, 1 With the mien of chieftain great, Alwhose fpel/like roaring sea, > Crowd the populate elate’ See, they throng to press his hand, Senator* and judges old, - - - And the chosen of the land Bring him wiucs and bag* and gold! U he of the rank of king? Led he armies to the. fray? Does his fame as prophet ring. .. That they honor him to-day? Peace, my aau! and thou shall soon See that famed hand claapol by mine, ’Tfa the great third-bkM Muldoon, Who has saved the local nine! —Puck.

BROUGHT TO TERMS.

A deluge of steam anti a strong odor of burning sugar greeted the entrance ot John Kerr into the larm house kitchen on a sultry September afternoon. Jumper, the watch dog. unheeding his master's greeting, bolted through the open door-way to escape the hot shower of berry juice,While poor pussy, not so fortunate, was dancing a dainty quickstep to her own musical accompaniment—suddenly transformed by hot splashes of fruit into a semblance of her feline cousin, the leopard. A young girl, flushed and frantic, was struggling to remove the kettle of boiling preserves, of which her brother’s strong hand quickly relieved her, “Oh, John,’’ she exclaimed, with, a panting breath, “I’m all a-hubble, just like the preserves.’’ Then, catching up the big gray cat, she began briskly rubbing its bespattered fur. “When will this confounded mess be over, Jennie? For nearly three weeks we’ve been pickled, canned and preserved, until everything seems to taste and smell of spice, sugar and vinegar. Aren’t you afraid you have undertaken too much w hile mother’s away?” “Not at all. I’ve been very particular to follow my recipes. Mrs. Sadie Cooper has given me some useful hints, and I have a little judgment of my own. But you have a letter; when will mamma be home? Such a long visit! But what a lot I have done since she went away!” “Yes,” said John, dryly, glancing at the floor where pussy now sat, laving her wounds with an expression of melancholy reproach of her large, celestiallooking eyes, then reading from the letter in his hand: “Will reach the city at midnight. Don’t fail to meet me there.” “Why, that is to-night. Bless her heart, she’s coming at last! But John, it’s such a long drive! You will not get back before to-morrow—and —and we are expecting company, yoli know, this evening.” ’ “We are not expecting company,little sister. I don’t think Tom Maxwell will notice my absence. And I will stop and get Mrs. Cooper to come over and stay with you until morning. Her husband won’t mind keeping house one night alone; somake me a cup of tea, for I must be off.”

“Oh, dear, I wish I could go, too! Tell Sadie she must not fail to come, I won’t stay here without her.” John and Jennie Keene were the only children of a widow owning and managing the comfortable dairy farm upon which they had been born. Mrs. K«rr had been visiting an only si°ter, living in a distant city.and during her absence Jennie had made some wonderful household experiments with a view to entering an establishment of her own in the near future. But she loved her happy home, was coy and willful, and persisted in h^-Refusal to name the wedding day. .

Her lover had grown impatient; to night was the anniversary of their betrothal, and he had vowed to have it settled before their engagement entered its second year. Jennie had declared that she would not be badgered into anything— she i would die firot; and knowing her lover, she felt a strange foreboding for tonight. John drove off in the bld family carriage; and by the untidy kitchen was carefully put to rights, Mrs. Cooper arrived with her baby and her matronly dignity, and Jennie felt some what reassured. *he ti» d back her yellow curls with a _ V-iUe riobon, tne color oi her shy .drooping eyes, and met her lover, who appeared promptly at eight, the curves of her scarlet lips marked by a sharp line that indicated the firmness of her resolution. Tonj Maxwell played with the baby and kept up a light, running conversation. until the little one becoming fretful, Mrs. Cooper, in spite of Jennie’s remonstrances, made it an excuse to retire. Bht her absence did not alter hismanner in the least. He chatted away upon every subject until the clock struck eleven; then, stopping suddenly in the middle of some gay bandinage, he said: “Jennie, it lacks just onehour of mid night You know my decision. When will you marry mw?” i Utter silence followed his question. “I am waiting for your answer,” he said, at last. “I shall not hinder you from waiting,’ declared Jennie, a ring of war in her tones. - “I shall waitno longer than—” “There! that will do. You need wait no longer!”

And here Jennie succeeded in feeling very much abused, and after some sharp, bitter words, the usual vocabulary of a lover’s quarrel, she angrily tore the engagement ring from her Anger, and haughtily dismissed the one who had dared to suggest that there might be such a thing as men’s rights. He offered to remain in the house until morning; but she scorned his proffered protection,and he could do nothing but leave her, saying: “You will be sorry for this, Jennie.” “I will call you back when I get sorry,” she said, lightly. And. bidding her good-night, he was gone.

Then, and not till then did she realize it all. Her anger and pride gave way to a sense of loneliness and regret as she recalled every word of the stormy interview, and a nervous fear almost paralyzed her as she rose tremblingly to lock the door behind him. The ticking of the clock sounded like the strokes on a blacksmith’s anvil. A thrill of terror chilled her blood as a mouse scampered across '■he floor. Her little, cold hand had barely reached the bolt, when—oh, horror of horrors! —a deafening report sounded somewhere at the back of the house, and, no longer paralyzed in tongue or limb, with wild shrieks of terror, she bounded up the stairs. “Oh, Sadie,- Sadie!” as another and another report sounded, “some one is shooting through the back window!” Vigorous strokes on the bed-room door aroused the sleeping mother and child. “What is it? Oh, what is it?” exclaimed the former, as Jennie fall almost fainting into the room. “It’s flring! listen —there!” as still another report sounded through the house. “Oh,” screamed Sadie, “it is—it is— Where is Mr. Maxwell? Oall him!” “He .is gone!” wailed poor Jennie, wringing her hands. “Gone? The scoundrel! and left us here to be murdered!” “It wasn’t his fault. I sent him away. Oh, what shall we do? The hall door is unfastened — There! I believe I hear some one coming up the stairs. No, it is only imagination. Thank heaven this door has a double lock!” By this time Sadie had a window open and was screaming murder at the top of her voice. ■ ’ “No one will hear you but our assassins!” wailed Jennie, her voice almost drowned by tne shrieks of the baby whose piping treble was piercing in the highest extreme. “Let us set tire to the house!” suggested the frantic young mother. “Somebody may see the light and come to our rescue.”

“Oh, Sadie, that would never do! The dinner-bell in the yard can be heard over a mile. I will go and ring it.” Jennie had suddenly grown calm and brave. She felt she was to blame for their unprotected situation, and the hope that her discarded lover might hear the bell and come to their rescue strengthened her limbs as she hurried down the stairs, acroes the yard and seised the bell-rope. The alarm rang out in the midnight air and the vibrant tones seemed to promise protection. She felt calmer as she retraced her steps; and Sadie, knowing her light footfall, readmitted her to their retreat. Tom Maxwell was walking moodily up the road to his father’s house when the distant music of a farm bell sounded on the air. “Strange!”• thpught he. “Is it some ghostly binquet celebrated at midnight?” But with a thrill of anxiety: ‘Surely the sound comes from the Kerr farm-house. Something is wrong there.”

And t(truing instantly he retraced his steps in bne ; fourth the time he had aken them, in moody sorrow, a few minutes before. The house was not on fire, as he had feared, but the hall-door stood wide open. Shouting loudly, he was answered in faint, grateful tones; then, almost without knowing it, he had the frightened, penitent girl Tn'Tiis arms, and Sadie was explaining the cause of their alarm.

Reassuring them, he took a lamp and started upon a tour of investigation. The parlor, hall, and kitchen revealed nothing, but in the pantry four inno-cent-looking tomato cans stood' upon a shelf, and their contents were scattered over the floor and adjacent furniture. Tue mystery was explained. The tomatoes whiih Jennie thought so snugly “put up” had taken a notion to see the outer world, bursting their bonds with a lou 1 report that sounded, to the overstrung nerves of poor Jennie, like the firing of a gun. Tom tried hard to suppress the laugh that escaped his lips when heannounced tlie result of bis search. -. By this time the house was half filled with the neighboring farmers and their families, in every stage bmishabille, the first one appearing being Harry. Cooper who now had Sadie and the baby both in his arms. A general shout of laughter arose, and in the confusion that followed Tom drew Jennie unresistingly to the parlor, which was unoccupied. He closed the door and then pointed silently to the clock, the hands of which were almost meeting at twelve. . “In three months,” she said, mmply.

“That will do,” was the gravely spoken answeY. *> And Jennie’s downcast eyes did not see the rascally, triumphant smile quivering on the lips that pressed a kiss of reconciliation upon her blushing face. “It served you just right!” said Mrs. Kerr, the next morning upon hearing Jennie’s confession. “And now for your wedding dress.”

FLASHES OF LIFE.

Employer (to new clerk) —Didn’t I see you coming out of a- billiard saloon last night? New Clerk (frightened)—Ye-yes, sir. Em ployer—You play billiards then? New Clerk —Ye-yes, sir. Employer-r Well, after we close up I’ll go around and play you a game for the drinks. I’m something of a player myself. Old lady (shocked)—You little boys ought to be at Sunday school instead of playing base ball on the Lord’s day. Little boys—lt ain’t time for Sunday school. We’ve got a half an hour yet. Little girl (to guest at dinner)—Are you English, Mr. Wynn-Pell? Mr. Wynn-Pell—Yes, my dear. Do you like English people? Little girl—Oh, yes. Our servants are all English. Mamma says they are more respectful than Irish servants. “Is it likely that the fashion of wearing hoop skirts will ever be revived?” asked a reporter of a Sixth avenue drygoods dealer. “No, sir; not while the elevated roads are in existence,” replied the dealer, rather vaguely.

The British Cold Water Crank.

London Oosiip New York World. This doctor also exploded the theory so prevalent in England that cold baths are conducive to vigor and health. Nearly every man in England talks about his cold bath. It is apparently one of the most entertaining subjects that you can suggest for conversation. The length of the bath, and whether it should be a plunge or a shower or the like afford an infinite variety to this ever delightful topic. I understand there is an association in England so rabid on this subject that they make it a rule to take a plunge into cold water out of doors every day of their lives, and do not stop even in midwinter except to first break Tibß lee. This learned, and at the same time one of the most successful, physicians in London said that many of the worst diseases which he had to treat could be traced back to the evil effects of too much cold bathing. Said he: “The theory of the cold bath is wrong. It attacks the vitality of the body at the very outset. It draws in the blood from the surface and concentrates it unnaturally upon the interior, and produces for the time being a tremendous tension. The wholeTffecfol the shock is a positive injury. The people whose systems are strong enough to react from the shock may think they are benefitted, but they have been simply strong enough to recover. No healthy person, much less a sickly one, should ever put cold water upon his body.”

No Color Line There.

Letter in N. Y. World. Color6d people -are apparenll y very popular in England. There does not seem to be any prejudice against them on account of their color. There are not many colored people in London. The few that I have seen from time to time are invariably in the company of whi e people and associating with them upon a footing of perfect < quality. I saw the other day, upon Regent street, a negro eirl as black as a coal, walking along leaning upon the arm of a fashionable, well-dressed Englishman, who seemed perfectly charmed and contented with his. dusky companion. In the same way I have seen white women; respectable in their appearance and dress, walking in public leaning upon the arms of negrees. Frederick Douglass, when he was here, said there did not seem to be any prejudice in England against he negro on account of his color. The other day I visited the Temple: there I found a negro hard at work in the library reading up for an examination. I was told that his color would not stand in his way in the slightest degree when he came to be examined for admission to the English bar.

It Was Hot Enough for Him.

Chicago Mail. A Bar Harbor man, unacquainted with the modern system of piping houses, went into a shop during the recent hot wave and turned the faucet to get a drink of water. He got the wrong faucet, and did not discover his mistake until be had taken a good swallow of hot wa*er. Dropping his glass in a hurry, he exclaimed: “Great heavens. I knew it was a hot dav, but I didn't think it would heat that water like that!”

The Tramp.

Slow paced. with listless step he moved glong. To w.bere the woodbine.mantled all the door, And tossed its restless shadows oh the floor: His idle breath, escaping in a song. Bore scents of Old Tom Juniper most strong: t’pon both feet he limped, as t ravel sore, ■' For alms he asked: ate them and asked for more: . —.. . . And lingered yet. the banquet to prolong, ' » While I felt envV of his bone and brawn. And his glad life, so free from toil or care; And did not know, till after he yras gone. That he had taken with him my best pair Of summerclothes. and other things, to pawn. And drifted idly off—we knew not where. . —Robert J. Burdette in Brooklyn Ragle.

HOUSEHOLD HINTS.

Graham Cookies.—Two cups sugar. one enp sour cream, one-half teaspoonful soda. Mix quickly, roll and bake. Pressed Eggs —Eighteggs.boiled hard, | and while hot chopped with salt and a I lump of batter the size of a walnut ; Press into a deep dish ahd serve cold. Broiled Tripe.—Cut in pieces fSur or five inches square, flour it a little, grease the wire broiler, and broil the tripe over a clear fire; lay in a hot dish, add butter, pepper and salt. Baked Indian Pudding. one quart of milk; add seven spoonfuls of Indian meal, one teaspoonful of salt,one half teacupful of sugar, the same of molasses, one teaspoonful of ginger. Bake three hours. Corn Meal- Pancakes.—Two cups of meal, a pinch of salt, a piece of lard size of a walnut, and enough sour milk or water to mix into a stiff batter; Stir well together, add a teaepoonful of baking powder and fry same as griddle cakes.

Hollandaise Sauce.—Cream, one-halt cup of butter, add yolks of two raw eggs, juice of one half lemon,one saltspoonful of salt,add one quarter saltspoonful cayenne pepper. When ready to serve add one half cup boiling water. Cook until thick like soft custard. Fried Tripe.— Lay two or three slices of pork in the frying pan, and when these are crisp dip the pieces of tripe in a beaten egg and sprinkle them with fine crumbs of bread and cracker and fry them brown. Or the tripe may be dipped in a batter before frying. Broiled Salt Mackerel. —Soak it twentyfour hours at least, in plenty of water. Rub the wire broiler with lard or drippings to prevent sticking,'and lay the fish on it, skin down. Do not attempt to move it with a knife or fork until done, but turn the broiler several times until the fish is done. Harricot Mutton. —Make a good gravy by broiling the trimmings, seasoning with pepper and salt. Strain, add carrots, parsnips and onions previously boiled tender. Slice them in, then pepper and salt the mutton, boil it brown, put it into the gravy along with the vegetables and stew all together ten minute*. A Pie for Dyspeptics.—Four tablespoonfuls of oatmeal to one pint of water; let it stand for a few hours until the meal is swelled. Then add two large apples pared and sliced; one cupful of sugar, and one tablespoonful of flour and a little salt. Mix all well together and bake in a buttered dish. This makes a very fine dish, which may be eaten safely by the sick or well. Pressed Corn Beef. —After serving corned beef at dinner, while yet warm, chop up fat and lean together, not very fine, only so the fat and lean may be evenly mixed, stir in enough dry mustard to flavor it and put in an oblong tapering baking pan. Place on it another pan of the same size, and in the pan set two or three flat irons as a weight and let it stand over night. The next day it will turn out a good loaf from which slices may be cut. Spiced Beef.—Chop a pound of rare beef very fine and roll three crackers fine. Add salt and pepper to suit the taste, a little powdered summer savory and a well beaten egg. Beat all together thoroughly, form into a loaf by pressing into a bowl, then turn it out into a buttered tin, rub a little butter over it and pour on a large cup of the juice of stewed or canned tomatqes. Bake threequarters of an hour, bafeting with ‘ho tomato-juice. Serve cold the next day.

FARM NOTES.

Never forget to salt and water your stock regularly. The red onion is said to hold its flavor longer t lan any other variety. :• Better unroot old nlayed out fruit gardens. The land is wasted. Feed Indian corn sparingly to fowls at this season, as it is too fattening. Queen bees should always be raised from the very best stock in the apiary. Raise some variety of popcorn with very small kernels for the young chicks. The earth around potted plants should not be allowed to get entirely dry. " , Impure air in the hennery causes many of the finest fowls to sicken and die. A few evergreens planted here and there add greatly to the beauty of a farm. Don’t grow fruit or vegetables too thick; thinning out improves sine and quality. To destroy elders, etc., cut them down now and as often as they reappear. ■» English dairymen are now almost unanimous in the opinion that ground oats are the best milk producing grain ration known. , Mr. Whre. of Massachusetts, says tha butter made from his silage in winter is yellow without any coloring matter, and seems aS if made from June grass. The grapevine leaf hopper may be successfully attacked with infusions of tobacco or soapsuds, or both combined, sprayed upon the lower surface dt the leaves. Michigan shows a decrease in the number of sheep for several years past. The loss from 1884 to 1885- was 88,812; from 1885 to 1886 it was 232,036, and the number now —on hand is 128,2-50 less .than in IlißtL.'About the surest way to spoil a spirited horse is to urge him by frequent

tapi or words until he finds that he can I , never satisfy his driver, then he will always remain a slow poke, saytf the, Husbandman. If sheep have free access to- salt they will never overeat of it, but if salted occasionally and given it freely they will eat too much, which provokes unnatural thirst and possibly injurious effects. Oxford Down sheep attain to very heavy weights, the ram at 3 years of age reaching as high as 400 pounds and ewes 300. They are the largest of the mutton breeds, and yield a fleece of medium wool weighing 20 pounds. These weights tor special individuals that have on exhibition, but 300 pounds is not an unusual weight for rams over two years old.

Procure new crop turnip seed and have the ground fin *. The rows may be far apart, so as to allow of working with the cultivator. The ground should be as fine as an ash heap. Drop the seed in small clusters, about 6 inches apart in the rows, as the insects will often destroy young turnips. If too thick when up they can be thinned out. Too much fine, well-rotted manure can not be used on turnips. Do not put turnips on ground occupied by corn the previous year. In fruit growing remember that fruits are like grain and vegetable crops in thi*, that they must have manure to keep up the fertility. Unlike vegetables and grain, however, their feeding roots are mostly at the surface. It is best, therefore, annually to top-dress fruit trees. If manure can not be had, any fresh earth from ditches or roadsides spread a half inch or so under the trees will have a wonderful effect. Indeed, we do not know but that for the pear tree a thin layer of road sand is one of the best of manures. We have seen apples thrive amazingly with a coating of coal ashes.

SUMMER SQUIBS.

All signs fall in dry time —excep winks. —Burlington Free Press. Green apples and the small boy are getting well acquainted.—Mahoney City Tribune. Gardening has always been considered a healthy employment—for the hired man.—Boston Budget. It is a pity that our neighbors do not know as well as we do what is beet for them.—Boston Courier. What a contradictory world this is, to be sure! The hottest-looking men during this warm weather are the icemen. —Boston Gazette. If it be true that the Spiritualists are for Mr. Blaine it will not do to say that he hasn’t the ghost of a chance.—Louisville Courier-Journal. The •ommencements are fairly over, and now comes the time of camp meetings. There is no rest for the wicked. — Philadelphia Record. The next time an Englishman superciliously declares that this country has no ruins, just call his attention to our peach crop.—Louisville Post. It is estimated that there is one cow to every four persons in this country. The young in the red shawl always gets her share. —Philadelphia call. Darwin said, “Every species of fruit •ontains a living principal.” A man is very likely to discover it if he bites into an apple in the dark.—Binghampton Leader. “Johnny,” said the minister, rather severely, “do ydh chew tobacco?” “Yes, sir,” was the reply, “but I’m clean out justnow. Jimmy Btown’s got some, though.” The Boston Herald bewails the decline of statemanship. But just think of the increase of politicians. We can't have everything, you know. —Minneapolis The Kansas City papers state that their baseball club has reached home. That’s.the first time they’ve got beyond third base for many a day.—Topeka Commonwealth: The Pacific squadron of the United States Navy has been ordered to rendezvous at Honolulu. Great guns! what do the Honolulua want to do with it?— Rochester Post-Express. An American writer on Japanese decorative art says that in decoration the Japs know when to stop. We are glad to hear it. and will they please stop now. —San Francisco Alta. Rich men are frequently hones:; poor men have been known to be rascals; bald headed men are frequently virtuous. This shows how easy it is to be mistaken.—New Orleans Pieayune. It won’t do to show the Southern boom to Chinese critics. A Chinaman who was taken to see a booming California town passed judgment in theremark, “Too muchee by and by.” —Boston T ranscript. A man who can preserve his dignity after his hat has been blown off and crushed under the wheels of a passing vehicle is eligible for membership in the Concord School of Philosophy^—Boston Courier, s . The Labor .party of lo,wa is running Mr. Cain for Governor. Now, here is a chance, to settle an old controversy to the queen’s taste. Let his opponent make him tell him who his mother-in-law was in the Land of Nod. ban Francisco Alta. Civilization brings about many changes. For instance barbaric young clothes and ornaments around their 'necks. Civilized young ladies—well, with them full dress is somewhat different.—Baltimore , -

THE SUMMER STYLES.

New York Comtnercia Advertiser. , .. [ The ruby is just now the most fashionable precious stone. Tiny vinaigrettes are favorite attachments to prote bonheur bracelets. -• Poplinette is favorite material in England, especially in string color. The narrow frivoli’e ribbon is much used in Paris for trimming dresses and bonnets. / Gold and silver belt buckles, with a glove buttoner attachment, are pretty and convenient. Aipber has become fashionable, and some of the amber jewelry now made is really very handsome. The pale green formerly known as eau de Nil, is in favor again under a new name, “Baltique.” White satin Tam O’Shanters, with rackets embroidered op them, are the proper headgear for tennis. The old-fashioned “Swiss belt” in beads and velvet is becoming a favorite form of garniture again. Niagara blue is a new color. It is a sort of compromise between “peacock” blue and “serpent” green. A pretty boating costume is made of gray serge trimmed with alternate black cord and oxidized silver braid.

“Wash” dresses this year are very pretty, but altogether too elaborate to be submitted to the laundress with safety. A curious freak of fashion is the revival of the old fashion of wearing miniature portraits in lockets, brooches and bracelets. We read of a Graeco-Japanese costume as being in favor in England. The imagination shrinks from the task of trying to picture such a combination. Hand-painted complexions do not seem to find favor at the wateringplaces this summer. The weather is too warm for this sirt of art to be permanent. Four folds of black and white silk muslin make a pretty substitute for ruching to be worn in the neck of a mourning frock. The white is set next to the skin. Silver flat-irons are novel favors for the German. They excite much curiosty among their fair recipients, who always wonder what they are intended to represent. Changeable silk parasols are very pretty, when the sun shines upon them they cast blue and yellow reflections on the bearer’s faqe, to the detriment of her good looks. For fishing and yachting no gown is found so serviceable as dark blue flannel, trimmed in any way that best suits the wearer’s taste. Dark re I velvet belt, cuffs and rolling collar are often seen. A hat that is like a breath of country air is formed of battledore braiding, lined with red and trimmed with daisies, cowslips, dandelions and clover leaves and blossoms in white, pink and purple.

SETH GREEN GOES FISHING.

He Does Not Hear the Babbling ot the Brook or Watch His Friend. Rochester Democrat “In the first place, when I go fishing Igo fishing. I don’t hear the babble of the brook. I don’t see the fluttering bird nor the silvery leaves, nor the -beautiful sky. Neither do I fish anybody’s elee’s line. I fish my own, and 1 don’t watch my companion, if I have one, to see whether ho bite or not, I don’t cam whether he gets a bite or not. I am attending to my own business, and looking for a good place tocast. lam looking for the fly that is on the water; and to see if them is a rise. I see one, no matter if it is ten rods away. I mark the place, and make for it.l don t run,but move quietly along and keep fishing, and when I get within casting distance I drop my fly a little short, and if 1 don’t get a rise the next cast is made exactly on the spot on which the fly’it.My fly does not go with a thud as though I wanted to hit the bull’s eye, but it touches the water as lightly as a fond mother’s hand touches the brow of a lovely, coaxing child that she loves better than I can find words to express. lam just as sure ot a rise, too, as the fond mother is that the child will roll its loving eyes up to her face with an expression which says to her, ‘I am yours.’ I feel when my fly drops so’gently on the water that it does not make a ripple, that the fish is mine. That is the secret of fishing.”

The Germans and, French Secrets. London Daily Telegraph Paris Letter. A curious fact has j ust been brought to light at Arras. For the past four years a M. Lieb has been acting as foreman in a large candle . factory in that town. He was active, intelligent and much esteemed. A few days ago the police asked him to show them the documents establishing his identity, in virtue of an investigation which has lately been set on foot by the government with a view to ascertaining the number of foreigners residing in France. M. Lieb left Arras the same day for Belgium,and an inquiry havingbeen promptly instituted it was ascertained that he actually held the rank of a captain of German Uhlans. His friends than remembered that he had been in the habit of rising early and taking long walks about the fortifications. Bovee: A sound discretiofi is not so much indicated by never making a mistake as by never repeating it.