Rensselaer Republican, Volume 26, Number 27, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 1 March 1894 — Page 2

PULLING THROUGH.

Detroit Free Press “Did you see that?" A stage coach which has been pushing along the overland trail in western Kansas is suddenly pulled up by the driver, who rises in his seat, points to the broken ground on the right and ahead and turns to the two outside passengers to repeat: “Did ye see that? Thar’s, tnfuns ambushed>in that dry ravine ahead.” Two passengers on top, five inside, seven in all, but two of them are women —wives of army officers. Five men with #un and pistols. The driver won’t count unless a bullet brings down one of the horses. “Ready inside, thar?”: he asks. 4 *Tell them wimmeu folks to crouch down on the floor and keep quiet. Throw open them doors and fasten ’em back. One of you better come here. Now, then, thar may be ten or fifteen or thar may be fifty or sixty of the varmints. They’ve got their ponies, in course. They’ll make the rush jest whar the road bends to’rds the river, They’ll cum whoopin’ and yellin’ like lunatics broke loose, but don’t let the noise rattle ye. I’m goin’ to put my horses on the dead run and keep ’em goin’ at that, and I expect the rest of ye to do the shootin’. Everybody all ready? Then here we goes!” Two women crouching on the floor of the coach praying to God—five pale faced mea with teeth hard set, gripping their rifles and determined to make a good fight of it. With a shake of the lines the driver breaks the four horses into a run and then braces his feet and looks straight ahead. The spirited animals will be terror stricken at the first yell and run away. He must keep the coach in the road or a wipe-out is certain. Yes, the Indians are there —half a hundred of them. They have been in ambush for an hour. This is the first stage to the west for three days; it will be the last for a fortnight. It is another Indian outbreak and Custer’s men will ride over the Smoky Hill section to find mutilated corpses at every relayhouse for a hundred miles. The bend in the road is reached, and of a sudden fifty ponies rush out of the dry ravines, which spread out there like the fingers of a human hand,and fifty Indian warriors whoop, shriek and yell at the top of their voices. They fire their rifles and discharge their arrows as they charge, but it Is a wild fusilade. “Steady, now!" calls the driver, but keeping his eyes on his flying horses. “My little trick has knocked ’em out. They’ll have to swing in behind us, and you fellers want to take it cool and not waste yer lead. Geewhiz, but ain’t them horses cuttin’ •out the pace.” The Indians fire at the men on the roof —they urge their ponies to overtake the swaying, bounding, flying coach —they yell like devils let loose. Crack! crack! crack! go the rifles. A pony falls —a warrior throws up his hands and tumbles to the earth—the driver gets a firmer grip on the lines and mutters: “Splendid! splendid! Couldn't ask ’em to do better. If them fellers inside has got sand we’ll pull through all right.” The warrior’s were gaining. With a sudden rush the mob parted to take the stage right and left and to get at the horses. Then from the open doors rifles and revolvers cracked —from the women crouched o*' the floor with faces buried in their hands came shrieks and wails of despair. u lt’s a straight run now, and the Lord help us!” whispered the driver, as he shifted all the lines to his left hand and drew his revolver and opened fire. TT Take that, ye painted devil! Down ye go, ye spotted cavuse I That’s the last arrer you’ll ever shoot, my yellin’ buckl Revolvers is the thing, boys —down with yer rifles and use them barkers !” “Oh, God! have pity on us!” prayed the women between their sobs, but the white faced men firing through doors over their heads heard them not. Thud! splash ! whiz! came bullet and arrow. There was the jingle of breaking glasssplinters flew about —drops of blood fell upon the upturned faces and burned like fire. All at once the pandemonium ceased and silence reigned. The Indians had abandoned the attack. On that three-mile stretch lay a dozen dead and wounded bucks —more than that number of dead and wounded ponies. “Whoa! ray beauties!" called the driver, as he laid aside his pistol and

NEW PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH AT NOBLESVILLE, DEDICATED FEB. 11, 1894.

separated the lines. “This ere foul is over, and ye needn’t throw any more shoes off. Easy, now—whoa* How is it with you fellers back thar?’ As the frightened horses began tp slacken their pace he cast a swift glance over his shoulder. The three men were lying down on the roof. Haifa mile further on he brought the horses to a halt and called to those inside. A man faith blood on bis face and hands stepped out and asked-- - - ———. “Are they gone?” “Yes —licked ’em in afa’r fout. Anybody hurt down thar?” “Women all right—men all wounded. How is it up there?” “Whoa, horses! Lemme see. This feller’s dead —that one’s dead —t’other one only hard hit, I guess. That’ll do. That’s a heap better’n the seven who was clean wiped out Monday afternoon. Git in and chirk up the wimen. We’ve passed the danger p’int, and it’s only two miles to No. 4. Somebody must hev bin prayin’ to God to pull us through, and He’s dun it in purty good shape,"

Why Soap is Cleansing.

Brooklyn Engle. The cleansing properties of soap are owing to the soda and potash which enter into its composition. Dirt requiring to be washed away, whether of the skin or clothing, is owing principally to dust particles and matters of a more or less greasy or fatty nature. If fats or oils are added to pure water it is well known they do not mix or dissolve in that liquid, but if soap is present the fats and oils become readily dissolvable. The effect of soap, which is a combination of the alkalies of soda and potash and fatty acid, is therefore, to unite with the greasy and fatty matters, rendering them soluble in water. The alkalies of soda and potash which are contained in soap are more powerful cleansers when used alone, but in that case their action is too energetic, as they tend to dehence are injurious to the skin and to fabrics. They therefore require to have their energies toned down, as it were, and this is accomplished bv uniting them with fatty acids. When soap is dissolved in water the soda or potash is set free to some extent, and seizes the grease and dirt present, which thus become soluble and are washed away by the water.

Tyndall’s Mountain Diet.

Correspondence New York Tribune. He used to experiment not only on nature but on himself. I once asked him what food he took on the mountains. He said the guides commonly consumed a mixture of butter and honey, which they had found supplied for long excursions, in the most portable form, the greatest amount of heat and nourishment. But for himself he liked cakes ol chocolate best, and ‘hese he used to eat every two hours while climbing. His love for the Alps was more than scientific and more than mountaineering or the both together. It was a passion, and they were his home every summer during the last twenty years or so of his life: He had a cottage on the Bel Alp to which he went regularly, and when he chose a country home in England he chose Hindhead, nearly 1,000 feet above the level of the sea. He understood, as few men in the fog-laden and mistenshrouded isle seem to understand, the value of pure, dry, fresh air. It was to him a condition of intellectual vitality.

Tongue Twisters.

Six thick thistle sticks. Flesh of freshly fried flying fish. The sea ceaseth, but it sufiiceth us. High roller, low roller, lower roll] ~er.— ——— ——— i Give Grimes Jim’s great gilt gigwhip. A box of mixed biscuits, a mixed biscuit box. Two toads, totally tired, tried to row to Ted bury. Strict, strong Stephen Stringer snared sickly silky snakes. She stood at the door of Mrs. Smith’s fish sauce shop, welcoming him in. Swan swam over the sea; swim, swan, swim; swan swim back again; well stum, swan. It is a shame, Sam; these are the same, Sam. ’Tis all a sham, Sam, i and a shame it is to shem so, Sam. A haddock, a haddock, a blackspotted haddock, a black spot on the black back 'of a black-spotted haddock. Susan shineth shoes and sacks, socks aud shoes shine Susan. She ceaseth shining shoes and socks,, for shoes and socks shock Susan.

FARMS AND FARMERS.

Indianapolis Sentinel. If the Sentinel should assert that in this year of shortage in the corn crop tens of thousands bushels of grain was being burned for fuel in Indiana this winter the statement would be challenged by many who may be doing this very thing Corn, like coal, contains carbon. What matters it whether the corn be burned in a stove to give heat or in the stomachs of our farm animals to furnish them the heat they must have to withstand the cold of winter? The carbon in the corn, when consumed by fattening animals, can not be converted into fat until the demands for heat are complied with. Heat must be given first, and then any excess can be devoted to the laying on of fat. This ,s no fanciful statement, but the actual fact. Experiments have proven that it requires much more food to maintain an animal when exposed to the cold than it does when well housed. We should have realized this without experiment. The oils in the grain had to go to make heat in the former case, and in the lptter less was needed. We hav e often heard men say: “This cold weather is fine for our stock; the animals eat so much more heartily than they do in warm weather.” Of course they do. They must burn up more corn to make heat. The feeder is losing just that much grain. In warm weather less food is needhd to keep Up the same ration of gain in flesh. On the Western prairies, where corn is cheap and lumber is dear, it may be best to furnish the extra corn to animals to furnish the needed heat when the thermometer is down near zero, but this is certainly not the best way for the average farmer of the Central States. Close shelter that prevents the escape of much animal heat costs less than the food required to supply, the loss from stock standing exposed to the wind and cold rains. Stock barns need not be costly. We have seen comfortable shelter afforded by pens inclosed with straw. Still, it is better to make a more permanent shelter. Rough lumber will do for siding, heavy paper being used for lining, or even the boards alone faith good roof and bedding is fairly good. This winter there is much talk of economical use of the feeding stuff we may have. It is well to supplement the hay with corn fodder, and to use some straw, but first of all let us provide such quarters for all stock that the food will not be wasted in making nothing but heat. This is the first and most important step. Fattening stock needs little exercise. The more shelter the better, provided ventilation is good. Then, too, when all farmers are needing greater supplies of manure, it pays to house stock in order to get ■■he manure in a body, so that it can be applied where it will give the best returns. The Sentinel’s advice is: Protect all stock from the winter's cold. —*—

C’over as a Sub-Soller. " I am a firm believer in the value of clover as a farm crop, writes a correspondent of the Practical Farmer A few years ago the principal forage crop grown on our farm was timothy. Clever was sown, but was not considered a reliable crop, on account of lifting so badly by the action of the frost. The land bein<r what is termed white oak. the lower parts having an occasional burr oak and walnut, this latter being the best soil naturally, but for clover as unreliable as the higher clay points. Timothy grew well and yielded good crops on this land, but wheat was uncertain, and the yield of“the corn crop was dependent to a great extent on the nature of the season* if a wet season the crop would be light. We thomrht to increase our crops by manuring, sub-soiling and making an extra effort to grow clover, being satisfied that the soil would not improve by growing timothy. Manure did not improve the condition of the soil, in fact it appeared to grow heavier and more solid. By an effort ai sub-soiling, we had a failure of a corn crop. Clover d'd not do better than in years gone by. The clover crop we must have, an to secure it we set about to tile drain the land. This has made clover a safe and reliable crop. Its mechanical effect on our land is wonderful; for years the land had been plowed not to exceed five inches deep, any effort to plow deeper was at the expense of horseflesh and the fast wearing of plows, and a still greater risk of a crop failure on account of subsoil thrown to the surface. The depth at which the plows had formerly run was clearly defined bv the appearance of the soil on examination. Two or three good crops of clover in rotation with other crops has changed the condition of the so’l to suqh an extent as to almost obliterate the clearly defined line between the soil that had beeh turned by the plow, and the sub-soil. We found it an easy matter, under this condition of the soil, to increase the depth of plowing, and that without danger to the succeeding crop on account of new soil thrown to the surface. Clover is accomplishing for us a work that it would have been almost impossible to accomplish in any other way. By its continued use we expect to secure a working soil of any depth we may desire. With the knowledge we now have, we should not think of deepening our soil in any other way than by its use: it will do better and safer work in clay land than any sub-soil plow. As an evidence of returning good times the Philadelphia Record calls attention to the fact that “even the mills of the pugilists have resumed.”

A BAD BABY.

Fanny Phases of Ahi Infantile Usurper’s Wild Career. Mark Twain's Puddin'head Wilson in the Century. f Tom was a had baby, from the beginning of his usurpation. He would cry for nothing; he would burst into storms of devilish temper without notice,and let go scream after scream and squall after squall, then climax the thing with “holding his breath” —that frightful specialty of the teething nursling, in the throes ol which the creature exhausts its lungs, then is convulsed with noiseless squirmings and twistings and kickings in the effort to get its breath, while the lips turn blue and the mouth stands wide and rigid, offering for inspection one wee tooth set in the lower rim of a hoop of red gums: and when the appalling stillness has endured until one is sure the lost breath will never return, a nurse c omes Hyi n g', and dashes water in the child’s face, and —presto! the lungs fill, and instantly discharge a shriek, or a yell, or a howl which bursts the listening ear and surprises the owner of it into j saying words which would not go well with a halo if h@_ had one. The baby Tom would claw anybody who came within reach of his nails, and pound anybody he could reach with his rattle. He would scream for water .until he got it, and then throw cup and all on the floor and scream for more. He was indulged in all his caprices, however troublesome and exasperating they might be; he was allowed to eat anything he' wanted,. particularly things that, would give him the. stomach-ache. When he got to be old enough to begin to toddle about and say broken words and get an jdea of what his hands were for, he was a more consummate pest than even Roxy got no rest while he was awake. He would call for anything and everything he saw, simply saying “Awnt ic” (want it), which was a command. When it was brought, he said in a frenzy, and motioning it away with his hauds’ ‘Don’t awnt it! don’t awnt it!" and the moment it was gone he set np frantic yells of “Awnt it! awnt it!” and Roxy had to give wings to her heels to get that thing back to him again before he could get time to carry out his intention of going into convulsions about it. What he preferred above all other things was the tongs. This was because his father had forbidden him to have them lest he break windows and furniture with them, The moment Roxy’s back was turned he would toddle to the presence of the tongs and say “Like it!” and cock his eyes to one side to see if Roxy was observing; then “Awnt it!” and cock his eye again; then “Hab it!” with another furtive glance; and finally, “Take it!”—and the prize was his. The next moment the heavy implement was raised aloft; the next, there was a crash and a squall, and the cat was off on three legs to meet an engagement. Roxy would arrive just as the lamp or a window went to irremediable smash.

Veterans Recalling War Times.

Washington Post. General Joe Shelby, who has been here for ten days, called on General Schofield at army headquarters yesterday. Shelby commanded a cavalry brigade in Price’s army during the raid in Missouri, and often came in unpleasant contact with the troops commanded by General Schofield. On one occasion Shelby swooped down on Schofield like a Western blizzard and carried off his colored cook, When they met yesterday Shelby asked his old time adversary if he remembered the loss of his cook. “Yes,” said General Schofield.“He was the best cook I ever had in the field, and I was greatly vexed over his loss.” “He died a few years ago in St. Louis,” said Shelby, “and he had the biggest funeral you ever saw, wliittT or black. 1 thought I had struck you in a tender spot when I nabbed your cook," he added, with a laugh. “Yes,” said the Commander-in-Chief, musingly, “he was a great cook; but, General, if you will remember, I got even with you for that act the next day.” “Well, you rather did make things even," remarked the Missourian. “Did he punish you much?” asked a friend, addressing Shelby. “Did he? Great Scott, he wiped the earth up with me," exclaimed Shelby, in a candid enthusiasm at the recollection of his own defeat.

He Knew the Game.

Life Deacon Heavyweight—And so you are going to leave us, parson?" Rev. Mr. Thankful —Yes. I have had a call to another parish, where, by the way, the salary is something larger. lam sorry to leave my flock but I must obey the call. Deacon Heavyweight (dryly)— Wall, it may be what you call a call, but it seems to me a good deal more like a raise.

A Gig Walnut Tree.

Baltimore American. What was supposed to be the largest walnut tree in Northern Maryland was felled on the farm of Col. Enoch Noyes, near Port Deposit, last week. The tree at the butt measured over six feet in diameter and nearly 18 feet in circumferenc , Its height 8« feet. The of th« tree, ucc rding to tradition, anJ close calculation, was nearly 3JO years. Col. Noyes intends to sell the tree, which, he thinks, is worth over t4l)0.

THE PAIR SEX.

Women eat more and better food nowadays than ever and show a show a highly civilized willingness to pay for what they eat out of their own pockets. Nothing is more common than to see parties of girls in restaurants consuming such satisfying viands as turtle soup, rare roast beef, with Brussels sprouts, followed by a French pancake, with jelly, and w ith degluti tion assisted by n bottle of California wine. The result is that women can endure much more hard work than formerly; and, indeed, the social and domestic treadmill over which thousands of women pass daily would otherwise have invalided or killed them twenty years ago.—New York Recorder. The attendance of Mme. Ju, wife of the Chinese minister, at a recent White House dinner was the first time in the history of the goyernment —possibly in the history of any government —when a Chinese woman attended a function outside of her own house.

SILK AND WHITE SATIN BANDS.

Mrs. E. P. Buckingham, of Vacaville, Cal., has the largest orchard acreage of any woman in the world. She has over three hundred acres planted in fruit trees, of which fully 150 acres are in bearing. Ten years ago she began the business with twenty acres. Miss Francis Willard suggests a Christian theater, one conducted, as she says, in such a way that religious papers could advertise and recommend it, to which a young girl might be taken without iear of anything on the stage that would bring a blush to her cheek. Mrs. Ne!lie.Grant Sartoris is again settled down in England with her children. Her father-in-law left her property that realizes #&),000 a year. The Wellesley College girls are wearing a white ribbon around their arm in token of respect for their late president. Miss Shafer disliked the wearing of black as mourning.

A LACE-TRIMMED “MATINEE" OF BABYBLUE CASHMERE.

Mrs. Harriet Lane Johnson, a niece of President Buchanan, who presided over the White House during his term of office, has purchased a valuable property in Washington, where she will make her permanent home. It is known as the old Travis mansion, and is on the corner of Eighteenth and I streets. Elizabeth Cady Stanton, the veteran woman’s rights agitator, despite her years, is actively engaged in organizing a grand rally in the interests of female suffrage, which will be held simultaneously all over the country. Miss Maud Rogers, of Janesville, Wis., twenty-one years of age, attractive, vivacious and of well-to-do parents, is now growing a third set of teeth. She is the wonder of the dentists in the No) thwest. Isabelle Sparks Kress is the name of a young woman in Brooklyn, who is known as the “Gospel Nightingale." She is the widow of an army officer who has given herself up to the work of a singing evangelist. She is one of the conspicuous figure# in the great religious revival now ■weeping over Brooklyn. * r —j

OUR PLEASURE CLUB.

Fogg—There’s an example of the bottle working a man’s ruin. Fygg—Humph! Whisky? Fogg—Nop; ink. Jury awarded the girl $50,000 damages in a breach of promise suit on the strength of the letters he wrote, and it took ev. ery cent he had to pay it. Messenger Boy—Where’s the man what sent me out with this here message? — —-—~ Mr. Smith —It was I that sentyou. Messenger Boy—Naw: the feller what sent me was a clean shaved bloke, and you’ve got a long beard. Mr. Smith—Well, it grew since you started.

Wanted —Active young man, lately landed, would like position in a bank.

First Boy (to boy up a telegraph pole) —Come down ’ere and I’ll fight you. Second Boy (up the pole) —Sha’n’t. First Boy—Yer a coward and afraid to come down. Second Boy—Yes, and yer know it, or you wouldn't have wanted me fightyou. “Are you sure that she really intended to hit the dog?” “Yes, sir; she threw at a chicken that was running the other way," “Talk about women being curious, you just ought to hear Mrs. Ramrod talking about her husband.” He —Well, what does she say? —“Why, when he goes hunting ha makes every shot tell.”

Pressman wanted on the “L" roads.

“What gives people the idea that Blank is a self-made man?” “May be because he never pays any bills for himself.” "Alack,'’ the postage stamp exclaimed, “ Where has n.y courage gone to, That every person in the land Can lick me when they want to." —Detroit Free Press. The man who stalks most pompous through The public pain of Tile Is. ton to one, tne man who is Browbeaten by his wilo. “Does literature pay?” asked the idler. “I should say so," replied the country editor. “Every time we print a poem the author comes in and buys at least twenty copies of the q&tper to send away." —— I

Collector wanted in a business that is picking up every day.

“What will drive a man to drink ( quicker than a sharp tongued woman?" “Did \ou ever try broilei salt mackerel?” He—What would yon do if I were to kiss you? curious to knows He —Very. She —Well, you might try—ani see. “Johnny, do you know the Ten Commandments? “Well, only by sight." Customer (In a restaurant) —8m here, waiter, I've found a button ia this salad. Waiter —That's all right, sir; It li a part of th* dressing.