Rensselaer Republican, Volume 25, Number 51, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 17 August 1893 — Page 6

LILY MORRISON’S SECRET.

Boston Globe The slant sunshine that had climbed slowly up the gray stone walls of the cottage was pausing an before it died out into golden twilight. The Widow Morrison began to wonder why her absent boy did not come. A shadow fell on the carpet and a tall, handsome young man entered the room. , - “I do wish, Harry,” began the matron, querulously, “that- you would to be a little more punctual evenings. You know how much I depend on having my tea regularly, ana—why. Hurry. what's the matterr’ “Matter enough,” returned the young man. “Jenkins has made off to Australia.” “Without paying that money?” “Without paying that mony.” “But, Harry, they will never expect you to pay it?” “That’s just what they will expect me to do, mother! O, I wish my hand had been smitten with palsy before I committed such a mad act as to indorse another man’s note.’! “How soon does the note come ; due?” whimpered the old lady. “Next week.” “And can’t you raise the money ??L “By converting everything into ready cash, and by parting with this house —not otherwise.” Mrs. Morrison relapsed into fresh torrents of tears and began to rock to and fro. “You can not be more tenderly attached to the dear old place than I am, mother,” groaned the .young man, in bitterness of spirit. “You knowiiiat I had hoped this month to <see Lily Brooker’s face lighting up the familiar room, and ——” “She won’t marry you now,” said Mrs. Morrison, nodding her cap borders sagely.. “She ain’t calculated for a poor man’s wife, with her French and her guitar and her fine ways!” Lily Brooker was sitting alone the i next day when Morrison's card was i brought in. It would have done his inmost heart good to see the rain of rosy blood that came over her cheeks as she read the name. “I have brought you bad news,' darling,” said the young lover, looking sadly down at the sweet face whose smile spoke “Welcome” so plainly. And then he told her the whole story. “And now, Lily, you know it all,” he said, with a deep, shuddering sigh. “Can you still become a poor man’s wife?” She put both her hands trustingly in his. “What can it possibly matter to me, Harry, whether my husband be rich or poor so long as I hold the wealth of his love? ' “Then you will marry me?” “Yes.”' “My dearest! If I could only have ' taken you home to the little cotage , where I was born! For, next to you, i Lily, I loved that better than any- I thing this world contains!” They were married in spite of old j Mrs. Morrison’s doubts and scruples, j It was no stately apartment where ; Henry Morrison sat two years after ! the simple wedding, but a very cosy i little room, with red curtains and! red fire light tossing bars of ruddy | brightness against the wall. j Hush! The door was creaking on I its hinges with an ominous, grating ; saund. Not Lily. Lily never opened the door like that. He lifted his eyes slowly to encounter a pair of fluttering cap~ritF bons and very bright gold spectacles.

‘'What has become of Lily,” he asked mechanically, “I do not know,” responded the matron, stiffly “She never favors me with much of her “What do you mean?”said Henry, raising himself from his reverie. “Henry,” returned the old lady, in a sepulchral whisper, “did it ever occur to you that this soft-voiced, pretty creature was deceitful?” “Deceitful! nonsense! she is as open as the day.” Mrs. Morrison set her thin lips close together and gave her capstrings an emphatic toss. “Why does she shut herself up three hours every morning with bolted doors?” "Her time is her own, 1 suppose.” “Oh, of course. I knew you would side with her. All I can say is that I dislike these deceitful, silent sort of people. But if you are satisfied—” And the old lady closed her lips resolutely. All that evening Harry Mdrrison pondered over his mother's enigmatical words.

Days went by. One morning lie returnee! from the store to look for some missing paper at an unwonted* ly early hour It was as his mother had said —the door of the room was fastened. He knocked impatiently. “Lily! Lily! It is I. Let me in.’ ’ There was a moment’s silence —a hurried rustling of papers—and then the door was opened. Lily’s face was flushed and there was some hesitation in her manner. He would not notice it, but went straight to his desk for the desired document.. “Why you keep the door locked?” he said, as he passed his wife in going out. ‘ I—l don't know. ” she stammered; ‘1 like to be alone sometimes." It is strange how slight a thing will suffice to disturb the peace of a man’s heart. Heretofore Harry Morrison had been uninterruptedly happy; now he was miserable- Idly w.rtched him wistfully, but she said

nothing; and so the winter passed by. It was a lovely Evening in June when old Mrs. Morrison descended to the room where her children were sitting, wiping her spectacle glasses. “Well,” she began, ‘l’ve finished that book at last, and I declare I’ve nearly cried my—eyes out over Leone's death.” “I do not wonder,” said Harry, good humoredly; “the descriptions are very graphic. You have not yet given your opinion of this fashionable novel, Lily.” “I—think—it is pretty good,” said Lily, who was counting the stitches in her crochet work. “I told you so,” whispered the old lady, nudging her son’s elbow. “Not When the mother-in-law had gone up stairs for the night Lily stole closer to her husband's chair and leaned her cheek on his shoulder. “Harry, shall you oe particularly engaged to-morrow?” “Not particularly—why?” “Would you take me out riding—just for once?” 1 ‘‘ Where do you wish to go?” “You have never taken me out to see the-little brown cottage you loved so dearly. ” He shrank involuntarily.” “I had rather go in some other direction, Lily.” “Ah, but I want to go there. You will take me, dearest?” . “If you insist upon it.” And Lily’s face was like a sunbeam—strange lack of sympathy in her husband’s words. The wild roses were, sprinkling their petals all along the country road as they d rove through its green windings in the next day’s balmy sunshine, and the brown cottage looked marvelously rural in the shadow of the old, old trees. “Would it not be nice if we c mid come heygand live?” said Lily, softly pressing her husband’s arm. His brow contracted with some strong inward pang. “Lily!” he said, reproachfully, “why do you thus tempt me with impossibility?” “No heart at all,” sighed the mother-in-law, very audibly. * “But it is not an impossibility,” said Lily, in glad, incoherent accents. "Oh, Harry, this is our own dear home, now and forever! The lawyer is here with the papers and the title deeds —you will not refuse to take this gift from your own little Lily?” “But. Lily, where did you get the money?” demanded the bewildered husband. “From my book, ‘Leona!’ Now you have both my secrets. You will not scold me, dearest?” He caught her to his heart with a proud, indescribable thrill of newborn happiness—the sweet, slender being who was at once wife and angel! Poor Mrs. Morrison, senior, she had to go through with woman’s severest qj-deal—to own that she had been m the wrong from tieginning to end! But from that dav henceforward she was a model mother-in-law and never once said, “I told you so!”

The Good-Night Story.

Ni w York Time? “Every night when I watch my little daughter working off the big thoughts that sweep over her brain as her tired body begins to relax, while her mentality seems to be briefly and proportionately stimulated, I tremble to think of the harm that could be done to her or any child —for Mabel is not an abnormal child in anyway—by an ignorant nurse or a thoughtless parent. —“The fact is that every normal child cries out for a bedtime story shows that its mental nature needs it just as its physical nature craves sweets. You want to give your child pure candy, so give him the unadulterated story. Leave out the fearful personalities, the grim-and gigantic figures -these, even if they are properly vanquished by the gallant hero, are too distinct for the crib-side tale. “Sit down by your little one’s bed and speak low and evenly. Weave a fanciful but quiet story that tells of pretty fairies and birds and flowers and droning bees and loving little boys and girls—these woo sleep to the weary but still active brain, not with the suffocating pressure of the storm lit with lurid flashes. Wt'with the soft clouds of the sunscr horizon that change from rosy pink to tender enveloping gray, and gradually deepen into restful gloom.”

PEOPLE.

The most active member of the Beecher family now living is the Rev. Thomas K. Beocher, pastor of the Park church in Elmira. He is a tall, broad-shouldered mani,- sixtynine years old, with a plentiful brown beard now tinged with white and is fond of billiards, bowling and tricycling. He has been settled over the Elmira church since 1854, and has made it a power in the community. Henry Villard's friends say he is getting ready fora long and perhaps permanent stay in Germany, and that as soon as he has shown some of the German friends who are now visiting him some of the wonders of the World’s Fair, and. incidentally, the wonders of America, he will close both his New York houses and give himself up with delight to the fascinations of music and the enjoyable spending of an income whose principal is snugly invested in American securities, which will stand as long a-> the government does. Mr. Villard is reputed to be worth some 000,000.

THE WORLD’S FAIR.

Greatest Agricultural Exhibit of All Time—South Dakota FreakLargest Turned Vase. AGRICULTURE. The Columbian agricultural exhibit surpasses ten times over any agri-, cultural exhibit ever before made k> the history of the world. In fact, there is so much to see on the main floor that few persons visit the galleries, which contain some remarkably fine pavilions. Signs have been put up calling attention to the gallery exhibits, but this does not serve the purpose of attracting the erowcls. The Pennsylvania pavilion is in complete order, and it makes a very creditable display of- thb agricultural resources of the State. The pavilion is situated at the junction of the two main aisles in the center of the main building. The walls of the pavilion, both inside and out, are covered with grasses, corn, etc., wrought in beautiful designs. Conspicuous among these is the coat of arms of the State. Agricultural implements are also used to carry out these designs. There is a bust of Wiliam Penn and surmounting the pavilion in the center is an imitation of the Liberty bell, wrought in grain and hung in a cupola made of straw and grasses. In one corner of the pavilion on the inside is an old-fashioned fire-place made of corn and a handsome easy chair made of .cornstalks. Bottles made to imitate keystones and filled with various grains of the State are also used liberally to ornament the walls. There are over 500 different kinds of grain in these bottles. On the walls arc 166 different kinds of grasses. The tobacco industry is also well brought out and on the table in the center of the room are a number of bottles containing maple syrup. The Women’s Silk Culture Association of Philadelphia has a case full of silk exhibits, including American flags made in Philadelphia from silk produced from the cocoons grown by this association. There is a map giving the statis-

ILLUMINATION ON WOODEN ISLAND.

tics by counties of the corn, wheat and oats, etc., grown in the State in a single year. There are other statistics relating to the agricultural industry of the State and a fine collection of photographs of farm buildings. Although Pennsylvania is chiefly known as a manufacturing and mining State, no person can look over the agricultural exhibit without being convinced that the commonwealth takes the front rank also in that respect. On the opposite corner from Pennsylvania is the “lowa corn palace.” The columns are made of corn, and the pavilion has an open, airy look, which makes it very pretty. On another corner of-this main aisl e is the German exhibit. This takes up a good deal of space and includes a pavilion made of chocolate and a large statue of Germania made of the same material. Illinois adjoins Pennsylvania on the east. The Hoosier State has a handsome pavilion constructed of broken ears of corn. Ohio comes next with an imitation of a Grecian temple, the columns being made of glass filled with grain. The Canadian exhibit with a 22,000 pound cheese is not far away, and it is a very creditable, exhibit. Kentucky uses tobacco, flax and hemp largely in its pavilion. Indiana runs to corn again, while New York has plain jars and wooden boxes filled with grain and other agricultural products. New Jersey has a very good display of a varied character. One of the most noted products of the state is shown in the shape of a huge mosquito made of corn. Any person interested in agriculture cannot fail to find enough in this building to occupy his attention for davs.

ANCIENT GOLDEN RELICS. When Pizarro marched to the conquest of Pern, not quite 400 years ago, he told of meeting somewhere south of the Isthmus of Panama Indian warriors who were equipped with gold helmets and gold belts. The world has believed for a very > long time that Pizarro lied. Recent events tend to vindicate that declaration of an otherwise very wicked man. The helmets and belts have been found. In the Columbia building are four heavy glass cases filled with pure gold ornaments and utensils What the intrinsic value is nobody knows, but the amount is away up in the thousands of dollars. The collection is varied as well as valuable. It includes a statuette twelve inches in height, smaller images, bells, bracelets, rings and the helmets and warriors' belts. When the Faib is over this most interesting collection will be sent to Spain

It is to be a gift from Columbia to the Spanish government. FREAK FROM SOUTH DAKOTA. South Dakota is nothing if not progressive and prolific. She boasts of her prairies and her forests, and shows the products of both in many attractive pavilions on the expositiongrounds. None of them show better than the one in the Agricultural building, but it is developing into a freak which attracts consider-i able attention. The growing propensities of everything native to the State have blossomed out in the tree trunks which form the four corners of the pavilion. The trees for this little structure were cut before the as a conseqdence “shoots” have appeared which give promise of de-

LIVE PILLARS IN SOUTH DAKOTA EXHIBIT.

veloping into good sized bushes. They are bright green in color r owing to the absence of sun, and are carefully protected from vandalism. —-a THE MAIDEN WAS TIRED. The Columbian Exposition is not a place for constraint and reserved manners. People are expected to become a part of the masses. Visitors from the East follow the fashion. So do those from Posey county, Indiana. But one admires most the freedom and unconcern of the Westerners. There was an excellent illustration of this graceful accommodation to circumstances on the piazza of the Indiana Building a day or two ago. A young woman from the Hoosier State entered. She was handsome and she wore a gown of the prevailing mode. But she was very tired. There was a wicker sofa on the piazza. It had a back about a foot high, and this was continued also at the ends, leaving nothing open but one side. The young woman ? laced a shawl on one of the ends. hen she lay down on the sofa, rested her head on the shawl, elevated her pretty feet on the other end of the wickerwork, and in two minutes was fast asleep, while her mother, who had come soon afterward, and a hundred other persons, sat approvingly by in rocking chairs.

THE LARGEST TURNED VASE. Red cedar has always been an important and favorite wood in the great Northwest. To this day it is largely used by the farmers of the Puget sound country, but more recently it is attracting much wider attention in the markets of the markets of the Eastern States in the form of shingles. No one can compute the wealth that will flow into the State of Washington for this one product of red cedar shingles. The statistics of the State for 1892 show that there are 264 shinglemills n»w in Washington with a yearly capacity of 3,723,000,000. Last year the output of shingles was 1,682,868,750 bringing in a revenue of $3,542,429.

Thus it is seen that red cedar is fast creeping up on the famous Puget sound fir as an important wood of commerce. There are many other uses for which cedar is becoming more appreciated. As an interior decorative wood its fine, soft grains and color are bringing it to the front. In the Washington State World.s Fair building is one sample of turning that demonstrates this fact beyond all question. It is said to be the largest piece of wood turning from a single block in the world. Mr. J. L. Nygren, while at work for

LARGEST TURNED VASE IN THE WORLD.

the Tacoma Lumber and Manufacturing Company, spent about three months of nis time making a special lathe and turning from a single log of cedar a huge vase of uedar six feet high and four feet across thf top. The vase is highly polished and shows to splendid advantagt the coloring and graining of the red cedar. The wonderful durability of this cedar is shown by another exhibit in the same building. There is seen an old cedar log thal had fallen to the ground, anc on its remains had grown a spruci tree. By counting the annual rings of the spruce it is found to be ovei two-hundied years old, and th< cedar trunk that lay dead under thii growing tree all these years is atil firiz and solid in its texture.

SNAKES FOR FOOD.

Only Prejudice Excludes Them from the Rill of Fare. American Field. " “Why don't people eat snakes?” “Because it. Is not stylish.” - The above question and answer are really all tliat are necessary at this date. The question is suggested because, at the present day, there is great demand for two other classes of reptiles, namely, frogs and turtles —for food —and yet we never hear of snakes being offered on the market. The answer follows, for the reason that fashion dictates everything, from pur birth to our death, and as yet snakes-are interdicted as food, to Americans, at least. Frenchmen are generally credited with “knowing a good thing,” and they practiced frog-eating for centuries before other countries acknowledged the delicacy of frogs’ legs. At last the custom reached the United States and was quite generally adopted, and the term “frogeaters” was no longer considered opprobrious. Somewhat over a century ago there was a revolt on a Virginia plantation because the slaves were principally fed on diamond-backed terrapins, which could be secured at an expense of $1 a cartload. Now these terrapins bring from S4O to S6O a dozen. Snake flesh is white and tender, and I doubt not is as good as any other cold-blooded animal. There is no earthly reason tp doubt it, and it would be unreasonable to dispute it. Prejudice alone prevents onr trying fried snakes and the same prejudice keeps many persons from eating nicely cooked eels, because they so closely resemble snakes. Let us compare snakes and eels, and we shall find that snakes, and, in fact, all reptiles, including our favorite green turtle and delicate frog, are immeasurably above the eels and all other fishes in the scale of animal life. But allowing that mammals, reptiles and clear down to degenerate fishes are all good because they are vertebrates, why do we not limit ourselves to this sub-kingdom instead of dropping to the lower, and serving up crabs, lobsters and shrimps? But not content with this drop we take another plunge, and going away, away below the insects, we reach the clam and oyster, which we cat entire, and often in a raw state. In certain parts of Europe snakes are eaten by the lower class of people. They are sold prepared at the markets as hedge-eels, and are in considerable demand in Southern France. In many parts of the uncivilized world the flesh of serpents is eaten, end we have it on the authority of well-known travelers and and explorers that, although not tempting the dish is in no wise unpalatable. It may be a long time before the fashion generally adopts snakes as food, but it should be borne in mind that we descend lower in the scale when we feed on fish, and immeasurably lower in our cultivated taste for oysters.

HOW TO BREATHE.

Consumption May Be Prevented by Proper Methods, August Century, I think it is evident that proper development and expansion of the lungs by means of well regulated breathing must be regarded as of the greatest value in the prevention and in the treatment of the inactive stages of pulmonary consumption. The more simple the method, the more effective and practical will be the results which flow from it. Among the many exercises which are recommended for this purpose, the following movements are very valuable. The arms, being used as levers, are swung backward as far as possible on a level with the shoulders during each inspiration, and brought together in front on the same level during each expiration. Or the hands are brought together above the head while inspiring, and gradually brought down alongside the body while expiring. A deep breath must be taken with each inspiration, and held until the arms are gradually moved forward, or downward, or longer, in order to make both methods fully operative. Another very servicable chest exercise is to take a deep inspiration, and, during expiration, in a loud voice count or sing as long as possible. A male person with a good chest capacity can count up to sixty or eighty, while in a female, even with good lungs this capacity is somewnat reduced. Practice of this sort will slowly develop the lungs, and the increased ability to count longer is a measure of the improvement going on in the chest. Or again, the taking of six or eight full and deep breaths in succession every hour during the day, either while sitting at work, or while walking out in the open air, will have a very beneficial effect. ‘ Thebrealhing of compressed and rarefied air is attracting wide attention at the present time in connection with the prevention and treatment of pulmonary consumption, and is another mode wherewith the chest capacity can be decidedly improved. When air is breathed’in this manner, there is felt during each inspiration a gentle distention of the whole chest, while during expiratian, a feeling of emptiness is experienced. Consumption Is not a disease which

originates in a day, but is the outgrowth of morbid habits and agencies which may even antedate the the birth of the individual. Defective breathing is one of these habits and its pernfeiofls prevalence is more wide-spread than is generaly suppposed.

A Printer’s Curions Theft.

Cincinnati Commercial-Gazette. Twenty years ago the Cincinnati, Hamilton and Indiana Railroad Company' issued a lot of bonds payable in 1903. The bonds were for SI,OOO, with interest at 7 per cent, per annum, payable semi annually. The printing was done in Cincinnati, and the coupons were presented in New York for payment. For a long time the officers of the company have been satisfied that there was something wrong in the bond deal, bat were unable to find out what it was until a few days ago. When the coupon of bond No. 33-19 was presented for payment at the New York office the first of this month it was noticed that the number was written in blue ink instead of red ink, as was used on the other coupons. The coupon was sent from 208 Forquer shreet, and was payable to S. A. Brewer. The auditor of the road went to Chicago and reported the matter at the central station. Friday night the detectives arrested Brewer. A special from Chicago says: “Brewer admitted having sent the coupon to New York, but that M. A. Reed had the bond. Reed was arrested and the bond found in his possession. Both men are printers, employed in Chicago. Reed said he was employed in the office at Cincinnati where the bonds were printed twenty years ago and had stolen one of them. He forged the signatures of the officers of the road to the bond and had successfully collectid the interest on the coupons during all these years. The amount of interest collected on the stolen bond by Reed amounts to $1435. The men will be taken back to Cincinnati to stand trial.”

Holder for Newspapers.

A novelty in newspaper holders is in the shape of an umbrella. A fanshaped piece of cretonne lined with sateen, about 18 inches wide, and long enough to fold together into six pockets, shaped like the folds of an umbrella, waS* bound with braid at the top and bottom, and after

being securely sewed together at the back, it was fastened to an old parasol handle or cane, which, being decorated below the crook with a bow, passed on down behind the pockets, and was ornamented with another bow at the bottom.

Just as They Expected.

Detroit Free Press. Two cultured Detroit girls were at a country house for a month kept by an honest old farmer, and just after supper they sat down to talk over their pleasant surroundings. “Just think,” said one, “what lovely milk that was! Nice and rich, and so much better than that blue stuff we get in town.” “It’s- too good to last, I’m afraid," responded the older one. Next morning they were up early, walking through the garden before breakfast. The farmer and his hired man were in the cowlot adjoining. “Bill,” they heard him call out, “did you water them cows before you milked ’em?’ The girls looked at each other with quick understanding. “There!” exclaimed the elder, “didn’t I tell you it was too good to last?” and they went slowly and sadly into the house.

A new stocking to bo worn with tan-colored shoes is made in fine balbriggan,in two shades of tan,striped, each stripe being worked v ith dark brown, in a Vandyke pattern. It is very becoming to the foot and very pretty and novel. Hosiery is as multi-colored as ever, and may be had to match all costumes. A brown dress is stylishly accompanied by tan shoes and stockings, as well as gloves and a veil of the same color. The very best grade of stockings is tlyjt made from pure long silk. Such a stoekipgt if not of cobweb fineness, will wear a long time. The most durable black silk stockings are English, and sell at $4 a pair. Most of the fancy styles of hosiery are imported from France and sometimes from England.* The French, however, make the daintiest silk stockings, dyeing them carefully to match every tint and shade of satin and silk dress goods. A colored silk stocking is little worn except with evening dresses, when it matches the gown and the satin slippers, which are generally made of a piece of the gown, and arc often adorned with a tiny jeweled buckle.