Rensselaer Republican, Volume 21, Number 36, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 9 May 1889 — Page 2

A TRJVTELER FROM THE SOUTH. --r~- r —r~ : - -• • ; Op {rotn th« Bontb-wtravrler «omev >'■ All in a dost of gold, . And the lading ot hl» chariot You shortly shall behold. Rich are the treasures that he brings - Ureen banners to the trees, . Soft tringesto the willow boughs, i-i- And to the be* s. A crowd ot little fern* To the bare, windy woods; Soft dyes for pretty budding flowers Ana baby birds in broods. He throws in the meadow’s lip Rosettes of yellow silk, And daisy disks sot round with whorls Of ratal* white as milk. He folds green veiret o'er the earth ... la many a loop and twist, Thin hinds the lorely sweeping robe With belts of amethyst. He tips with Usaels slder-boaghs Along the p sture rills. Aiidjby the mossy garden walls . heaves new of daffodils. .He brings a load of Iliac plumes. And sets the earth aglow With tulip eupsjrom whence ft stream Of gorgeous colors flow. Ah! though I wrotejboth night and day All through the circling year. I eould not name the lovely gift* Brought by this charioteer. ■ —~ —Christian Union.

SMALL SAVINGS.

■‘l don’t Bee how Holmes does if,” said John Stetson, with a puzzled expression. “Does what?’ r " asked. hiß •wife, looking up from her sewing. - “Why, save 80 arach money from his salary, tube sure*” * “Then he doss raee, does he?” “You know the bait a ire lot adjoini—ing his boast - ; ? “Yes.” “Well, he has just bought, it for a hundred dollars, and what is more paid for it out, of money saved from his salary this year.” “How docs hia salary compare with yours?” “He has only seven hundred dollars a year, while I have eight. Then our families are the same; each of us has two children." “Yeti Tam afraid you don’t save near that amount,.” “Nq«._ 1 guess not. The fact is, if I find myself square at the end of the year, I think myself lucky.” “And yet, John,” said his wife gravely, “it seems to me as if we ought to lay by something.” “It is easy enough to say that, but the question is, ‘How are we going to do it?’ There’s Mary’s music lessons, at ten dollars a quarter. That’s the only way I can think of, and t shouldn’t want to atop those.” ‘*No, to be Bure not; but isn’t tnere toy other way?” “Notthat I know oi,” “Don’t you think, John, the little incidental expenses cost more than you „ think for?" “Buch as what?” “Oigtos, —ice -creamr" oysters, The" theatre, and so on.” John Station winced a Tittle, “They are mere trifles,” said he, carelessly. *‘A few cents each time. Pooh! they would make precious little difference at the end of the year.”

“You know there’s an old proverb. ‘Many a makes a mickle.’ ” “Pshaw! I bate old proverbs. Besides, these little things are really very little account. A man doesn’t feel the sum he nays out, and, if it didn’t go in one way, it would in another.” “How many cigars do. you smoke pursued his wife. “Three.” “And how much do. you pay foi them?’’ “Four cents apiece.” “That would make twelve cents?’’ “And what’s twelve cents?” “Not much in itself, but multiplied by a large number it amounts to something.” “What are you driving at, wife?" “I am going to make a proposition to you.” , “I’m all attention.”

“You say yon don’t mind a few eenta a day.'* “01 course not.’’ “Then I propose that a small box be obtained, with a slit in the lid, just like the children’s tin Bavings boxes, in short, only larger; ana that for every cent you spend for cigars, ice cream, theaters, or any auch little lukury, you deposit, an equal sum in the box.’’ John Stetson laughed. “I dare say,’’ he remarked, “it would bring me out a perfect Croesus ,*at the end of the year.” “Do you agree?” asked Jiis wife , with some appearance of anxiety. “Yes; I have no great objection, if you desire it, though I acknowledge it teems a little f66ttsir and dluldislii” “Never mind about that. I have your promise, and we’U try the experiment one year. If it doeen’t amount to enough to make it an object, then it will be time to give it op*” “You most take all the trouble of it. I can’t engage to do anything about it except to furnish the money when it is called for.” “That is all I shall require of you. But I shall expect yon to give an account every night of all that you have disbursed in the ways I have spoken of, and to be prepared with an equal amount of change for deposit.” “Very well, I'll try.” , This conversation took place at the bre..kfast table. 'Having drained his

second cup of coffee, John Btetson put on his overcoat, tod took his way to his place of business. I may as well mention, in thiß connejction. that he 1 was cashier of a bank, tod, as his duties occupied him only a few hours in the day, he was more likely, from the leisure which he enjoyed, to indulge in stnall expenses. t r£gfe-;y I^l—k~TfMVwifedi an enthusiast;’" thought he, as he was walking down town-. However, her hobby won’t cost much, so 1 might as well indulge her in i:." He steppe 1 into a store and obtained liis daily allowance of cigars. Meanwhile, Mrs. Stetson proceeded to the shop of a cabinet maker. “I want you,” said she, “to make me a mahogany box twelve inches long, the other dimensions four incheß each. In the center of the top is to be a iilit, large enough to admit the largest silver coin.” “A money boxr- said the cabinet maker. “Yea.” “Pretty large for that, isn’t it?” “Rather,” said Mrs. Stetson, smiiing; “but rather too large than too small.” John Stetson fell in with a companion in the afternoon, with whom ho had a social chat. As they were walking leisurely along, they passed an oyster saloon.

Stetson was particularly fond of the bivalves, and he proposed that 1 they should go in and take some. To this his friend did not demur, and they accordingly entered. Two plates of oyßters came to twenty-five cents. Besides this, they took a glass of ale each, which made twelve cents more. _ThiMimaiisht,up..-tl)iiJhiU..ttxlh.lrty .-Severn cents, which" Stetson paid. Accordingly, adding to this twelve cents for cigars, he deposited forty-nine cents in his wife’s hands that evening. “I might as well make it fifty,” said he smiling. “No,” said she. “Not a cent over. I want the saving to represent exactly what you spend on these little luxuries, and no more.” The next evening he had nothing to deposit, except tne usual amount for cigar’s. “It won’t amount up very fast at that rate,” said he, triumphantly. “Never mind,” said his wife. “I don’t want you to increase your expenditures on my account. I am inclined to think they will not often be as small a 3 this.” She was right.

The next day, being Wednesday, John Stetson*bronght home a couple of tickets for the theatre. It was a benefit night, and he was anxious that his wife should go. “Certainly,” said she. ' “I shall be giaa to go; but you remember our compact.” “What?”. “How much did you pay for the tickets?” “Fifty cents apiece.” “That will make a dollar. Please hand me that amount for our fund.” “Was the theatre included?” asked John, a little reluctantly. “Certainly. That was expressly mentioned.” “Oh, well, then, so let H be. Here is a silver dollar.'’ The dollar was at once dropped into the box. 0 The next day in passing a shop window, Stetson noticed some fine oranges. “Just what Mary and the children would like,” thought he. “I’ll go in and inquire the price.” They were four cents apiece. He bought half a dozen, at -cost-* of a quarter, which, with his cigar money, left him thirty-seven cents to dispoait. The succeeding day he spent nothing except lor cigars. On Saturday he stopped into a confectionary establishment with a friend and had a lunch. This brought that day’s account up to forty cents.

When his wife added up the daily sums, she found, to her own surprise even, that Bhe had received from her husband two dollars aud sixty two cents. He would have been astonished to hear it, but she thought it not best to say anything about it. He would have alleged that it was a special case, as they did not go to the theatre every week. This was true; but then, something else was sure to come of equivalent cost, mnrh as a ride or a concert. So time slipped away. The necessity, according to the compact, of giving his wife as much as he spent for incidental expenses, no doubt contributed to check him somewhat, so that probably he did not spend more than two-thirds as much in this way as he had done before the agreement. Still, he kept up the average of the first week. JJe trill now suppose the year t» have glided bv. John Stetson came into the sitting room with a preocupied air. “What are you thinking about?" asked his wife. “About the half-acre lot adjoining the one Holmes bought last year.” “Did yon wish to purchase it?” “Yes; I should like to, but of course I can’t, rot having the money.” “How much do they ask for it?” “Holmes paid a hundred dollars for his. This is,on soiip accounts,preferable, and they hold it at one hundred and twenty-five dollars.” “Perhaps you could raise the money, John,” said his Wife quietly.’ “By borrowing? I shouldn’t want to do that.”

“You remember our fund?”— “Pshaw! That may possibly amount to thirty or forty dollars.” “Suppose we count it, as the year is up to-day.” “Very well." The box Was opened and husband and wife commenced counting. They soon reached p forty dniigra “Bless naysddfl" said John "Stetson. ‘M had uo idea that there was so much.”* Wnat was his astonishment when the total proved to be one hundred and twenty-nine dollars and forty - cents! “You see you can buy the lot.” “But haven’t you swelled the amount from your own allowance?” he asked, somewhat bewildered. “Not by a cent; and don’t you see, John, that if you had refrained from even halt of the expenses we spoke of, we might have had in the neighborhood of two hundred dollars?” John Stetson did see, anri he determined that the lesson should be a serviceable one. The half acre lot was bought, and now,at the end of five years, it is worth double what he paid for it. He has also laid aside two hundred dollars a year during this period, and—all by small savings. ' V'- v

The Growth of Lnxury.

K. Y. World. As a Centennial contrast it is instructive to note the difference between the style of living and of entertainment in Washington’s time and in his own household in this city and that which now prevails here and in Washington. In an interesting paper in The Century Constance Gary Harrison recalls the fact that Washington, “goaded by the criticTsms' of Iheanti-Fei!erallets upon his taste and splendor” (as she puts it, bpt, as it would perhaps be more just to say, in deference to public sentiment), “mounted his first establishment in New York upon what would seem to us very simple lines.” No more servants were kept than were absolutely required. The large retinue and the abundant living of Mount Vernon were both curtailed. And it is narrated that “the

purchase-by the steward of an early shad for the sum of $2 was the occasion of a stern rebuke from the President, who upon ascertaining the price of the dainty ordered the steward to carry it from his table.” At the first family dinner after the arrival of the President’s wife from Virginia, Washington contented himself with a repast of cold roast mutton and bread, washed doWn -with a generous • upp’y of Madeira. There was plenty of stately ceremony, dignified demeanor and emarff dressing at the first “republican court.” But compared with the costly decorations, the lavish display and the luxurious living of the present time, the balls and banquets of those early days were really exhibitions of the “democratic simplicity” that we hear so much about but see so little of in high official circles to-day. The decay of the early republics was preceded and accompanied by an ostentatiousand enervating luxury. Let us hope that history has lost the habit of repeating itself.

Josh Billings' Philosophy.

New York Weekly. I never have seen a bigot yet out what had a email and apparently braneless hed; but i hain’t seen all the bigots, yu know. Silence iz like darkness, a good place tew hide. There is no revenge so komplete a forgiveness. ~ He that desires to bo ritch only to be charitable, iz not only a wizo man, but a good one. Grate wealth, in our journey thru life, iz only extra baggage, and wants a heap of watching. The malice ov the world ain’t haff so dangerous az its flatter*. A piece ov satire, tew be beneficial, should be so rendered that every man who reads, or hears it', shall say to himBelf, “That iz just, bekauze it hits every boddy but ipe.” * Skandle iz as kefehing ar the smallox; and perhaps thare iz but one real preventive, aud that jtf—tew be vacksinated wijJi deaf and dumbness. Roaiiy wize men pay but little attenshnn to mistery; but one good xnisterv will furnish a dozen phools with vittles and drink for a year, and fat the whole ov them besides.

The Use of Working.

Lewl*ton Journal. “What is the use of a man’s working himself to death in order to get a living?” No use, if he lives simply to eat, but if he eats to live and if he works till he dies, intelligently, busily, wisely, he lives to the highesWpurpose; for idleness is not only the parent of vice, Imt one •of the worst of tire “rices. Store people are killed by loafiug than by any other vice. To one man whe overworks there are scores who overloat, overeat and overdrink. Then our prayer should be, not less work, but less drudgery, more variety, more scope for the mind, the body and the heart. So, if we work ourselves to death in getting a living we die in a good cause aud may hope for a busy and a useful post mortem life/ fr6m which dudes and all other tramps are constitutionally debarred. Emanuel Baughman, of Somerset couuty, Pa., predicts tnat we are to have a heavy snow-storm in May and two .heavy frosts in June. As Wiggins, of Canada, has been very quiet of late Baughman fills a long-felt want.

A GREAT PARIR OF FEET.

Fanuie Mills Has Tnem at an Eighth venae Maseun. N. Y. Sun. Fannie Mills has broughtrber feet to town, and there by filled with envy and jealousy the souls of the other breaks in Dpria’s big musmm in Eighth a venae. To look at them one would suppose that the bringing of those feet to town would be a difficult job, but Miss Mills has: carried them all over the country, and gets along very easily with they, she says. Miss Mills went on for the first time at Doris’s ‘yesterday, and there, was no show for any other freaks in the same museum With Fannie’s feet. r The feet, separated from ttie woman, would look like two big, long pincushions stuffed roughly with- rags. They are great, irregular shaped bundles, 28 inches long and 32 inches around at the ball of the foot, dime museum measurement. With an ordinary tape measure they are 18 inches long tod 22 inches around, but to look at iheth no one would think that the museum measurement. was much of an exaggeration. But irffie feet alone funk big, seen with the ..-woman they are simply enormous. Miss Mills is a slight, deiicau; looking woman, of lees than medium height. Seeing her sitting upon her platform yesterday, with all the* audience crowding about, one would have said that having big feet didn’t agree with her. The air of settled melancholy about her eyes was so profound that even the regulation heartbroken dime-museum smile that all freaks wear -could not make her .mpurnfulneoa any- more —impreweiver But there really is a pleasing glow in her eyes When she gets entirely interested in conversation to forget that she is a freak and emiles as other folks smile. - i " When on exhibition she wears one shoe off and one shoe on. ft takes a whole calfshin to make her a pair of shoes, besides leather for the soles and heels, bhe wears u low, flat heel. If she set out to wea r a Louis Quine, the heel would have to be ten inches high to be in proportion. The foot from which the shoe is removed is ciothed in a red jersey made to order. It is as big as a child’s jersey waist, and very shapeless. At one side slit several inches long is cut into the jersey, and the gap thus made exposes a large section of the flesh of the foot and proves that there is no deception about the big bundles reposing on the floor before the little woman.

Miss Mills talks easily and rather proudly of her feet. They have always been that way, she says, ever since she was born, oh a farm near Sandusky, Ohio. She only began to show them ofl for money a few years ago, although she looks now td be 35 years old. Before that time she did housework for her folks, and kept her ieet to herself and the immediate neighbors. As her training in carrying her immense feet about with her began in infancy, she has never experienced any trouble in walking, although, of course, she cannot get along very fast, and has to be careful to keep her feet irom knocking together at every step. Her ankles are not abnormally large, but she is very thin, and there is a drawn look about h( r sallow face, as if all the physical energy in her was being pulled down into those enormous feet. She spends months ot every year in showing off her feet. The rest of, the time she puts in doing housework, as of yore, for the folks at home. She is especially proud of her cooking. Her father, a big, handsome farmer, travels with her and hangs about the platform. Miss Mills says thst she had a busband once, but that he is dead and she doesn’t want another. Her father’s standing offer of $5,000 and a 160-acre farm to any one who will marry her is still open, however, and applications for the farm are coming in all the time by letter. Moßt of them are from men who have never seen the feet.

Couldn’t. Squeeze His Girl. New Yo k dispatch, April 30. There was considerable delay iu start ing the procession from Wall street today, which was explained when exPreeident Hays and Chauncey M. Depew appeared and took seats in the carriage reserved for them. Aftet reaching the Equitable building, Mr. Depew told the story of the failure of himself and Mr. Haves to reach the dock on time, in his own inimitable way. Said he: “Mr. Haves and I were landed at an adjoining slip from the boat whence we had viewed the naval parade. One member of the committee was with ns, but no policeman had been provided to secure passage jmdwe emild make no head way. We were cou fronted by a solid wall of brawny long-shoremen and all our pushing and elbowing was in vain v Finally I appealed to one great big fellow upon whose arm hung his beet girl, and whom Mr. Hays had been vainly endeavoring to budge. ’My good man,’ said I, ‘won’t you let ns pass? This is Mr, Hayes, an ex-President of the United States, and wo nfftißl: get places in the procession before it can start and yon be able to see what brought you here.’ But it was useless. With a grunt and a shove,- the fellpw responded: ‘I don't guvea dom if he’s the President of Heaven, ha shan’t sqneeiemygW.’” S , P. T. Barnum has given SII,OOO to the Universalist Church, of Bridgeport, Conn., thus freeing U from debt.

THE EIFFEL TOWER.

How tbe Tallest Artificial Structure on Earth Looks To-Day. Voeaiciie Zeitung. The monstrons tower designed by engineer Eiffel for the Paris Exposition hah three stories or divisions. The first story is sixty metres high (a metre is equal to thirty nine inches) and rests on the arches which join the four tion columns that carry upon them the entire weight of the huge tower. "”T"“ The tower has four distinct sections Each wing is provided with a refreshment saloon that may" be reached by winding staircases under the foundation piers. Notwithstanding the center of the space has been set apart for the elevator, there still remains 4,200 square metres of floor room for the accommodation of visitors who may desire to promenade and enjoy a view of the city from that height. The apartments are very roomy, and precautions have been taken to insure the visitors against all possibility of accident. An iron railing about four feet high, with an arched roof to exclude the intense rays of the sun, surrounds the extreme edge of the platform, as It may be called, which has been reserved as a promenade for those who desire to walkabout. The requirements for the comfort of the inner man, too, have not been forgotten. Kitchens, store rooms, ice chests and the like have been fitted up in the most handy mantfer imaginable, so that there is little occasion to fear that the supply of stimulating refresh cents

"Will gtve 6ut7"even in the days when such lodgings in the hotels and private houses will not be obtainable for love er money. Each one of the four cases is provided with a cellar capable of storing 200 tons of wine. Everything about the structure is absolutely fire-proof, for iron is the only material that has been used in its construction. Two thousand persons per hour can ascend and descend the stair cases leading to the platform, and 4,000 can find seats to rest upon in the cases at one t ime.

The second story, which is sixty meters above the first one, is also reached by four stair-cases built inside of the supporting columns, which make a sharp inward curve, leaving but 1,400 square meters of surface for the promenade. Here, too, in the commodious and handsomely decorated case, the thirsty and tired sightseer may find something mage potent than Seine water to recuperate his strength. This story is 91 metres above the tip of the Notre Dame steeple, and higher than the tower of the palace of the Trocadero. on the other side of the river, and, as many easily be imagined, the view of the surrounding ' country to be had from such an altitude is almost indescribable. From here on the Columns of the tower fall in toward each other until .they ascend a distance of 275 metres above the ground, where the third and last story is situated. Only one staircase leads to the third story, which is for the exclusive use of the personS'employed in the tower, and all visitors are expected to use the elevators, two in number,to reach that point. The platform is 18 metres square, still large enough to erect thereon a com-fortably-sized dwelling. The view here is simply superb. The story is equipped with reflecting mirrors and a large supply of field glasses for those who wish to use them. It has been estimated that the ordinary eve ; can discern objectß seventy mile!' away. The tower terminates in what is known as the lantern, 25 metres above the third section, bnt this place has been set aside for the use of the scientists for making observations.

The Moral of Insurance. United States Review. How many persons who have been solicited by insurance agents during the first quarter of 1889 to insure their lives, and who answered that they would do so later on, are now in their graves and their families toiling from early morning to midnight in order to earn a living? If a correct answer to the above question could be obtained and all the facts pertaining to each case put together in a leaflet, we venture to assert that ninety-nine out of every hundred intelligent men who read the document would be anxious to talk with the agent of a reputable company in regard to placing from SI,OOO to s<>,ooo, and perhaps more, of insurance on their lives for the protection of their wives and little ones. Moral. Never put off till to-morrow that which you are duty bound to do to-day—insure your life.

itlve Tbew Omul Boat*: N. Y. Wor:d. History records that when the British man-of-war Gloric© waa about to sink offtheCapeof Good Hope the ship’s band stood on deck and played “God save the King.” It maybe that Admiral Kimberly remembered this when he Ordered the band of the Trenton to play the “Star Spangled Banner” as the gallant flagship was fighting vainly against wind and waves in the harbor of Apia. But whatever may have been his incentive Admiral Kimberly showed himself a hero and a patriot by this romantid deed. So long as the glory of the flag rt intrusted to such men as Kimberly ana hfs saildrs, America need not worry about her fame on the salt seas. Do not such men deserve warships worthy of their manhood?

GOD BLESS THE BABIES.

They Are the Light and Joy of Oar Hearts and Homes. ■ g Detr it Free Press. , God bless the babies! What a] world this would be without them. What a souring and curdling up there would be of the milk of human kindneesdor want of an outlet if there were no little chernhs to caress and be foolish over. Often and often when entering, with some misgivings, the great hall of a new * plffca* ®y -heart has leaped np at the I sight of a tiny woolen bootee, a very rainbow oi hope, lying on the waxed floor, while the sight of a wrecked tin train, with to engine without funnel or wheels, has been as welcome as a card of invitation to a ball is to a young lady. Some girls are said to object to take work in-a family where there are children. They must be exceptional, as most people would prefer to live where there are one or two, as ‘♦where there are children theieis aye a roughness,” is a common saying, a “roughness,’ being north Irish for a liberal supply of provisions, and an absence of that economy which is styled “cheese paring.” In many houses the supply of babies seems rather in excess of the demand, though I have never met a mother who admitted it; in others the baby is sadly wanted. I lived once with a young couple who seemed to have everything in this World to make them happy—youth, good health,"good looks, plenty of money and a luxurious home. Yet one thing was missing in that grand house; there was .no.cradle thtwer—- — : —— wtf aai-vet y-sure that the sound of an mmfazit crying in the night, and with no language but a cry,” and the rocking of a cradle would have sounded sweeter than the warbling of a Patti. There is another place I know where the baby is of use. It is where grandpa and grandma sit together at the' hearth and watch the blazing fire while the shadows gather around them and peep at them from far corners. In that house the clock tick

very louilty and the cat purs with a volume of sound that has something of the effect produced by the endless rising and falling of the big wooden beaters in an Irish linen bleaching mill. The house is very quiet, and when grandpa wakes up with a little snore he lookß over at grandma apologetically but the good old lady has been taking forty winks herself, and never notices it. There is not much to talk about. Grandpa is not so warm on politics how as he used to be, and grandma does not follow up the fashions with the same eagerness as formerly. The favorite novels are no longer read; there is little romance in life at 77. The Bible is more thumbed than it was in the busy times thirty years ago, and the world is slipping away from these two old people.

There is not much to look forward to b*it a green mound under the elms, and: so the old people sit and perhaps pic- - ture to themselves a time when the quiet home will have a still deeper quietness upon it; when the day comes when one shall be taken and the other left. 1 But all this is changed when the baby grandchild comes and the busy feet trot and patter about the old passages and rooms. The clock is never heard ticking, for the shrill baby voice chatters and laughs incessantly, and the old cat flies around after a ball and string as if it were a kitten again. Grandma’s cap is all awry, for baby likes to “do up” grandma’s silvery curls in her own iashion, and grandpa must leave his cozy armchair to see all the “annamills” in baby’s Noah’s ark, and name them one by one like an elderly Adam, and by and by he geets interested over the yellow canary and spotted pig, and tells stories about them from Peter Parley and other writers of his youth, and forgets that he is 77 and has the asthma off and on.

God bless the baby! he is a better tonic than all the bitters over advertised. In another house I know where there is a little girls of nine years old, a spoiled only child, who is overdressed and underbred, and is rapidly developing a selfish and vain disposition fatal to her future happiness. I should like to see a baby brother there. He would put her “nose out of” joint” and improve her wonderfully. In six months’ time she would be pulling off her prettiest ribbons to deck the baby’s tiny sleeves and her bangles to hang on his chubby arms, aud would learn rnorp from the baby of the great lessons of human life, of the beauty of self sacrifice and the blessedness of giving than she ever would do from the nice professor who charges so many guineas a quarter for hia instructions. " Y oTpSTselngpin its last days as an illuminator,” said a well known Sew Yorker yesterday, “I reeard it aa having but joat been bora. For years the gas men made so much money, and bo easily, that their attitude toward reformers and inventors was one of hostility. Now electricity has aioused the torpid gasmen, and they are trying new materials for prodneing gas, new burners for saving it and increasing its illuminating power, and whatever else will improve it and increase their profits. The science of lighting by gas is on its own threshold. In a few years we will all be using it not only for lighting, bat for fuel. You rfhd I, and even people in tenements, will have pipes leading to oar kitchen stoves, just as they now lead to our parlors.”—N. Y. Son.