Rensselaer Republican, Volume 27, Number 11, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 8 November 1894 — Page 6

THE REPUBLICAN; Gsg»s E. Marshall, Editor. RENSSELAER - INDIANA

The melancholy days have come, the saddest of the year, when, candidates say to the bum, “Come to me arms, my dear.” “He who steals my gold steals trash; but he who filches my good name steals that which naught enriches him and makes me poor indeed.” “The earth shall reel to and fro like a drunkard, and shall be removed like a cottage; and the transgressions thereof shall be heavy upon it; and it shall fall and not rise again. The pension question is a living jSsue in Germany, also, and there is eaid to be great discontent at the rapidly increasing number of officers who are retired on a stipend. Since the Kaiser ascended the throne in 1888 more than 4,000 officers have “been "forced toTesign in this wav. Temperance people will be gratified to know that the number of brewing licenses during the past twelve years, in old England, long supposed to be a very citadel for brewing interests, has fallen off to the extent of 10,588. This statistical information may be very misleading, however, ns the annual output of the bivwries still in business may have been so largely increased that this large,reduction in the number of establishments would be more than counterbalanced.

New Jersey “hired gals” are a queer lot, if the enterprising specimen in the employ of Senator McPherson is a fair sample It is claimed for the Senator now that he did not intend to withdraw from the race for re-election and only wrote the letter committing himself to that course to see how it would look. The enterprising cook summarily sent it off as she had done with the Senator’s telegrams buying sugar stock . last summer, while he slumbered. That cook might retire from the “range” and go on the stage with profit. Notwithstanding the nnmerous accidents that have resulted from carelessness in handling dynamite and other high explosives, people will continue to handle them with the utmost carelessness. For instance, Joseph Kasmiski, of Buffalo, . knew very well that he could not impose on a dynamite cartridge in safety, yet he deliberately punched it with a crowbar. Mr. Kasmiski proceeded “skyward” promptly, and was fortunate enough to come down in one chunk, although every bone in his body was broken. He left a large family to mourn his loss and wonder at his stupidity.

□ The capture of Capt. Howgate, the defaulting chief of the United States Signal Corps, who disappeared from Washington many years ago, was not an achievement of which “Sherlock Holmes” would have been at all vain. In fact the stupidity of the . detectives and special secret service ' officers intrusted with the case might be said to have been monumental, in view of the final denouement. The prisoner stated that he had done business openly in New York for eight years and made no efforts to conceal his identity.. Hardly a day or a night passed that he did not recognize—and was recognized by — people he had known in the days of his innocence and prosperity at Washington. The only reasonable inference is that there has been “a nigger in the wood-pile” and that for some reason the Government Has not been anxious to push the case j to a final issue. Interesting devei- j opmentsmay be expected, although i they may not materialize. The average detective is not an especially brilliant person, as is demonstrated by the numberless escapes of criminals in all parts of the country and the countless crimes that are annually dismissed as inexplicable, and arecatalogued and pass into oblivion with the simple words, “no clew.” “Gentleman Jim” has evidently got his “dander” up to a great alti - tude. He was greatly averse to the meeting with Fitzsimmons at the beginning of the negotiations, but j having accepted the challenge does not appear to have any intention of permitting “Fitz” to sneak away I from the agreement on mere techni- 1 cal ities. .Doubts having been expressed as to the possibility of the meeting being successfully carried to a finish in Florida, Fitz in an interview • intimated that the ' fight might not come elf. Corbett put a damper on the proposition at once, • in an interview at Buffalo, in which he said he would agree to every prosuemap* ;■ ;• t .,- >■. -ft,-- '• '

posed change m the articles, except that*the fight must be for the Police Gazette championship belt, which he has already won twice. If Corbett wins this fight the belt, will be his pr-rsonal property, and, he will not need to defend it a fourth time. Corbett positively announced that he would meet Fitzsimmons anywhere that a fight could be conducted with out interference, even if the stake was but $5, after which he will permanently retire from the pugilistic profession. The majority of our people sup pose that Newfoundland is a part o: the Dominion of Canada. Such -however, is not the case- It is i British colony of itself with a gov ernment of its own, an eXecutivi council, legislative council, 1 and i House of Assembly, A reporter recently interviewed Sir Johi O'Brien, the Governor of Newfound land,, who is now in. England Governor O’Brien stated that thi people of his colony were not it favor of joining with Canada, an< although the question had not beer agitated, he gave it as his opinior that they would prefer annexation to the United" States rather than te Canada. Canadian amoexatipn-has been agitated for many years. Sc far as known there is no practical prospect of any such event taking place in the near future. Newfoundland may possibly join the Union. It is ours by natural right,and com mercial interests would seem to favor such a movement.

AN AFFECTING STORY.

The Power of Filial Liove and It< Great Reward. “I have a little story to tell you. boyp,” our old neighbor said to the young people the other -.evening. “One day —a long, hot day it bac been, too —I met raj’ father on the road to town. “‘I wish you would take this package to the village for me, Jim, he said hesitating. “Now, I was a boy of twelve, nol fond of w'ork, and just out of the hayfield, where I had been at wort since day-break. I was tired, dusty and hungry. It was two miles into town. I wanted to get my supper and dress for singing class. “My first impulse was to refuse, and to do it'harshly; for I was vexed that he should ask me after my long day’s work. If I did refuse, he would go himself. He was a gentle, patient old man. But something stopped me —one of God’s good angels. I think. “‘Of course, father. I’ll take it,” I said, heartily, giving my scythe tc one of the men. He gave me the package. ‘“Thank you, Jim,” he said, “1 was going myself, but somehow ] don’t feel very strong to-day.” “He walked with me to the road that turned off to the town, and as he left me he put his hand on mv arm, saying again, ‘Thank you. mj son. You’ve always been a good boy to me, Jim. !l _ “‘I hurried into town and back again. When I came near the house I saw a crowd of the farm hands at the door. One of them came to me, the tears rolling down his face. “ ‘Your father,’ he said. ‘He fell dead just as he reached the house. The last words bespoke were to you. “I am an old man now, but I have thanked God over again in all the years that have passed since that hour, that those last words were, ‘You’ve always been a good boy tc me, Jim.’ ”

A Humiliating Confession.

We have heard men confess in j public, that they never read advertisements, says the Midland. Wethought of them in this wise: That , is a most humiliating confession, for there is often much information to be gleaned from the advertising pages concerning new books, papers, . lands, inventions, routes of travel, : investments, and many useful arti- : cles for the home, the office, the farm and the church. Then we marveled also at their lack of fairness. If advertisers help patrons to pay for their papers by inserting advertisements, then patrons are under some f obligation to return the favor by ; noticing what their benefactors sav. i We are never proud of the man who boasts that he never reads advertisements.

MISCELLANEOUS NOTES. Twenty States cultivate silk. America has 28,000 flour mills. Country roads in China are not bounded by fences. Electricity will pass along a copper wire 280,000 miles a second. Kentucky utilizes her convict labor by building good turnpikes. Electric irons for laundries and shirt factories are becoming popular. Alaska has fiftv volcanoes that have been active within one hundred years. A regular organization of onelegged beggars exists in Springfield, Mo. A wave of thought would require about a minute tc traverse a mile of nerve. The Western Union Telegraph Company consumes 100,000,000 envelopes a year. The Persians gave names to everv day in the month, just as we giv>< them to days of the week.

HEAVENLY JOYS.

“There Is Rest for the Weary, There Is Rest for You.” immortal Pleasure* Await the Faithful Bellevrr—l>r. T -lmage’s Sermon lor the Press, r~r“ The Rev. Dr. Talmage, who is now nearing the close of his globe circling tour and will shortly reach American shores, selected as the subject of last Sunday’s sermon through the press, “Victory Over Pain,” the text chosen being Revelations xxi, 4, “Neither shall there be any more “para.” The fif'st questions fi you ask when you are about to change your residence to any city is: “What is the health of the place? Is it shaken of terrible disorders? What are the bills of mortality? What 1 is the death rate? How high rises the thermometer?” And am I not reasonable in asking, What are the sanitary conditions of the heavenly city to which we all hope to move? My text answers it by saying, “Neither shall there he any more pain.” Firs,!;, I remark, there will be no pain of disappointment in heaven. If I could put the picture'of wbak you anticipated of life when von liegan it beside the picture of what you have realized, I would find a great difference. You have stumbled upon great disappointments. Perhaps you expected riches, and have worked hard enough to gain them. You have plann :d and worried and persisted until your bauds were worn and your brain was'racked and your heart fainted, and at the end of this long strife with misfortune you find that if you have not been positively defeated it has been a drawn battle. It is., still tug and tussle, this year losing what you gained last, financial uncertainties pulling down faster than you build. For perhaps twenty or thirty years you have been running your craft straight into the teeth of the wind. Perhaps you have had domestic disappointment. Your children, upon whose education you lavished your hard earned dollars, have not turned out as expected. Notwithstanding all your counsels and prayers and painstaking they will not do right. Many a good father has had a bad boy. Absalom trod on David’s heart. Furtner, I remark, there will be ao pain of weariness. It may be many hours since, you quit work, but many of you are linrested, some from overwork, and some from dullness of trade, the latter more exhausting than the former. Your ankles ache; your spirits flag; you want rest. Are These wheels always to turn, these shuttles to fly, these axes to hew, these shovels to delve, these pens to fly, these books to be posted, these goods to be sold? Further, there will be no more pain or poverty. It is a hard thing to be really poor, to have your coat wear out and no money to get another, to have your flour barrel empty and nothing to buy bread with for your children, to live in an unhealthy row and no means to change your habitation, to have your child sick with some mysterious disease and not be able to secure eminent medical ability, to have son or daughter begin the world and you not any thing to help them in starting. with a mind capable of research and high contemplation to be perpetually fixed on questions of mere livelihood, Poets try to throw a romance about the poor man’s cot. but there is no romance about it. Poverty is hard, cruel, unrelenting. Further, there will be no pain of parting. All these associations must some time break up. We clasp our hands and walk together and talk and laugh and weep together, but We must after awhile separate. Your grave will be in one place, mine in another. We look each other full in the face for the last time. We will be sitting together some evening or walking together some day, and nothing will be unusual in our appearance or our conversation, but God knows it is for the last time, and messengers from eternity on their errand to take us away know it is the last time, and in heaven, where they make ready for our departing spirits, they know it is the last time. On every street, at every doorstep, by every couch, there have been partings. But once past the heavenly portals, and you are through with such, scenes forever. In that land there are many hand claspings and embracings, but only in recognition. The great home circle never breaks. Once find your comrades there and you have them forever. No crape floats from the door of that blissful residence. No cleft hillside where the dead sleep. Ail awake, wide awake, and forever No pushing out of emigrant ship for foreign shore. No tolling of bells as the funeral passes. Whol,? generations in gloay. Hand to hand, heart to heart, joy to joy. No creeping up the limbs of the death chill, the feet cold until hot flannels cannot warm them. No rattle of sepulchral gates. No parting, no pain. Further, the heaveniy city will have no pain of body. The race is pierced with sharp distresses. The surgeon’s knife must cut. The dentist’s pinchers must pull. Pain is fought with pain. * The world is a hospital. Scores of diseases, like vultures contending for a carcass, struggle as to which shall have it. Our natures are infinitely susceptible to suffering. The eye, the foot, the hand, with immense capacity or anguish. Pain has gone through every

street and up every ladder and down every shaft. ’ It is on the wave, on the mast, on Ahe beach. Wouuds from clip of elephants tusk and- adder’s sting and crocodile’s tooth and horse’s hoofs aad wheel’s revolution. We gather up the infirmities of our parents and transmit to our children the inheritance augmented by our own sicknesses, and they add to them their own disorders, to pass the inheritance to other generations. In A. D. 262 the plague in Rome smote into the dust 5,000 citizens daily. In 544. in Constantinople, T,OOO grave diggers were not enough.to bury the deajd. In 1813 opthalfhia seized the whole Prussian army. At times the earth has sweltered with suffering. Count up the pains of Austerlitz. where 30,000 fell; of Fontenov, where 100,000 fellr of Chalons, where 300,000 fell; of Marius's fight, in which 290,000 fell; of the tragedy at Herat, where Genghis Khan massacred 1,600,000 men, and of Misbar, where he slew 1,747,000 people; of the 18,009,000 this monster sacrificed in fourteen years, as he went forth to do, as he declared, to exterminate the entire Chinese nation, and make the empire a pasture for cattle. Think of the death throes of the 5,009,000 men sacrificed in one campaign of Xerxes.. Think of the 120,000 that perished iu the siege of Ostend, of 300.009 dead at Acre, of 1,100,000 dead in the siege of Jerusalem, of of 1,816,009 of the dead at Troy, and then complete the review by considering the stupendous estimate of Edmund Burke that the loss by war had been thirty-five times the entire then present population of the globe. Ah, the world has writhed in 6,000 years of suffering. Why doubt, the possibility of a future world of suffering when we see the tortures that have been inflicted in this? A deserter from Savastopol coming over to the armies of the allies pointed back to the fortress and said, “That place is a perfect hell.” But I have a glad sound for every sick room, for every lifelong invalid. for every broken heart. “Them shall be no more pain.” Thank God! Thank God! No malarias float id that street. No weary arm. Nil painful respiration. No hectlj flush. No ohe can drink of tha i healthy fountain and keep fain 9 hearted headed. Ho whose foot touches that pavernen !i beeometh an athlete. The first kisi of that summer air will take thd wrinkles from the old man’s cheek i Amid the multitude of songsters no y one diseased throat. The first flasli of the throne will scatter the dark I ness of those who were born blind. 1 See, the lame man leaps as a hart! and the dumb sing. From that bath of infinite delight we shall stej’ forth, our weariness forgotten. Wh are those radiant ones? Why, tha one had his jaw shot off at Prederl icksburg; that one lost his eyes in I powder blast; that one had his bad 1 broken by a fall from the ship’s hal l yards; that one died of gangrene id the hospital. No more pain. Sure enough, hefe is Robert Hall who never before saw a well day and Edward Payson, whose body was ever torn of distress, and Rich ard Baxter, who passed through un told physical torture. All well. Nc more pain. Here, too, are the Theban legion, a great host of 6,668 put) to the sword for Christ’s sake. No) distortion on their countenance. Not fires to luyrt them, or floods to drown them, or racks to tear them. AH well. Here are the Scotch Covenanters; none to hunt them now. The dark cave and imprecations of Lord Claverhouse exchanged for temple service, and the presence of him who helped Hugh Latimer out of the fire. All well. No more pain I set open the door of heaven until there blows on you this refreshing breeze. The fountains of God have made it cool, and the gardens have made it sweet. Ido not know that Solomon ever heard on a hot day the ice click in an ice pitcher, but he wroth as if he did when he said, “As cold waters to a thirsty soul, so is good news from a far country.” Clambering among the Green mountains I was tired and hot and thirsty, and I shall not forget how refreshing it was when after a while I heard the mountain brook tumbling over the rocks. I had no cup, no chalice, so I got down on my knees and face to drink. Oh, ye climbers on the journey, with cut feet and parched tongues and fevered temples, listeu to the rumbling of sapphire brooks, amid flowered banks, over golden shelvings! Listen! “The lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall lead then onto living fountains of water.” Ido not offer it to you in a chalice. To take this you must bend. Get down on your knees and on your face and drink out of this great fountain of God’s consolation. “And, 10, I heard a voice from heaven, as the voice ol many waters!”

Missouri’s Game Law.

It is a misdemeanor for non-resi-dents to hunt in Missouri at season. The law is very explicit, and provides,that any non-residents who shall kill any deer, wild turkey, grouse, quail, woodcock, goosof duck, snipe, coon, mink, otter, beaver, ’possum, bear, muskrat or other furred animal, shall be deemed guilty of a misdemeanor.

All Men Looked Up to Her.

Texas Siftings. Gus De Smith (to giantess seven feet, ten inches tall) -You baveonr great advantage over most women. Giantess —What is that, If I mai ask? Gus De Smith—You are about til only woman I ever saw who was in no danger of marrying beneath herself.

A CONDENSED NOVEL.

ames Knapp Reeve, in New Orleans TimesDemocrat.

T was a “first night” the curtain was ''about to rise upon '-the third act. At the lend of the second act /the situation was 7this: The hero of £the play had been accused of a great Crime. The officers

were close upon his track, and disgrace and imprisonment were hand in hand with them. A t this point he was alone with the woman he loved. He had told her of all the evils that compassed him and in the same instant had told her of his love. Would She risk all for him, fly with him, give up all else for 'love of him, or would she choose safety, comfort, an : honorable name and home —all of which awaited her acceptance at the hands of another? The curtain had fallen upon the lover appealing, the woman debating. The house remained silent, hushed, almost like a house of death. There were two persons in the orchestra chairs who were watching the play with an intensity of feeling that could hardly be vetted. One was a woman, young, handsome, bearing in every line of her face and figure testimony that she had never known other than the ease and comfort and security that wealth begets. By her side was a man of apparently the same social rank. This was David Osborne, cashier of the —th National Bunk. Thre woman was Eleanor Wheelright, whom many supposed to be his affianced wife. In this, however, they were wrong, as no word of love had yet passed between the two. At the end of the second act Osborne had turned to his companion questionably. “It is rather emotional.” he said. “Are you ready to guess the outcome of all this passion? Will the girlAe a fool and yield to his persuasion?” “I hope so,” Miss Wheelright replied, her tone gentle and sympathetic, “but I shall not call it ‘being -a fool.’ Unless she can give up much for him she does not truly love him.” “Even if he is a criminal?” “That does not alter the fact.” After this they were silent for a little. At last he spoke again, “If you were put to such a test, Eleanor, for the man you loved?” “If I I think I should be equal to it.” Osborne’s face grew a shade more pale as he asked the next question: “Have you seen the evening papers?” “Yes.” “Then you know our bank is in trouble?” “Yes; I read all the account.” “But that did not tell you all. It did not tell you that I am suspected of embezzling the funds.” She sat very still and tvaited for him to go on. “I ought not to have brought~you out to-night, but I could not resist the temptation of spending one more delightful evening with you. 1 knew there would be no public accusation until to-morrow. I could not deny myself these few houx-s.” He spoke very low,-so that his wdi’ds came to her ear in a mere- whisper. “You know that I love you, that I had hoped to make you my wife. I ought to have come out strong enough not to tell you this now. I ought to have waited, but I could not.” Miss Wheelright made no answer, but she put out her hand and touched the sleeve of his coat. It gave him 20u rage. “By morning I may be arrested,” he said, “imprisoned. The amount of the defalcation is very great. If I start soon and at once I may be in Canada by morning, and at least safe from arrest. The train leaves in an hour.” Miss Wheelright’s agitation had been shown only by a nervous plucking at her gloves, One of these had been drawn half off. She began now to draw it on again. She held the hand out to him that he might button it. Then she drew her wraps about her. “Come,” she said, “we shall have no time to lose. Let us go at once.” “Eleanor —where? Horae?” he asked, not understanding her. “No; where you said. There is time.” She had risen to her feet. Osborne rose also, and put out a restraining hand. “Eleanor, think! You may repent,” he said; but even as he spoke he began to move with her toward the exit. As they did this the curtain came upon the third act of the play, and almost involuntarily they paused to see the conclusion of the story which was so much like their own. The officers had just appeared, armed with a warrant for their arrest, and the lover had turned to confront them. The heroine interposed between him and them, and one of the officers spoke to her: “Do not make our task any harder my girl. We have come in time to -ave you wasting yourself on this scoundrel. He has stolen the money >f widows and orphans who have rusted him, and with this had thought to have a golden road to comfort, to wealth and luxury, and indulgence with you. The man will ■iot deny his crime—you can see that rom his face. Do not believe that liis heart can be good, or bis love pure, when he has so wronged others." The girl had sunk down, sobbing and covering he face with her hands, [after one long, searching look upon Iher lover. At this he came toward her appealingly. *

she cried, waving him away; “go; I don’t love you. I was about to yield all for you. It was madness, for you ahe. not worthy of it— It is past now!” *'" At the words of the officer, “He has stolen the money of widows and orphans, and with this had thought to pave a golden road to indulgence with you,” Eleanor Wheelright had looked upon Osborne’s face and read the troth there. * And when the girl cried out, “It was madness; it is past now,” Osborne had looked upon her face and had seen that her own madness also was past. this, he put out his arm to her calmly, ‘ ‘Shall I take you to vour carriage?” be asked. She bowed, and they went out together. A moment later Osborne shut the carriage door between them and went alone up the road of a fugitive—the road that he had carefully paved with stolen gold.

O’CONNOR’S PRECIOUS NEEDLES.

They Were Used in Sewing the Shroud of Col. Ellsworth, A New York dispatch says:' “John O’Connor, fifty-three years old, of 425 Tenth street, was found lying in an area in Nineteenth street, near Fourth avenue, with a severe cut on the back of his head, —at 8 o’clock last evening. At the West Thirtieth street police station his wound was dressed, and he was locked up on a charge of intoxication. When the ambulance surgeon said he would have to sew up the wound O’Connor remarked that he had some needles, and pulled a little case out of his pocket. In it were two needles. O’Connor said that he had treasured them for years as sacred relics. They were needles, he explained, that were used in sewing up the burial shroud of Col. Elmer E. Ellsworth, of the Fire Zouaves. O’Connor was one of Ellsworth’s Zouaves, and was one of the five men whom Ellsworth took with him to pull down the Confederate flag on the Marshall house, at. Alexandria, at the outbreak of the war. They hauled down the flag, but a man named Jackson, who was the propritor of the hotel, shot and mortally wounded Col. Ellsworth. Frank Brownell, of Washington, who died recently, avenged his death by shooting Jackson. O’Connor enlisted in the navy after the war and served with the Mediterranean squadron. Of late he has been working in a picture frame factory.

Harrison’s Broad View.

Washington Post. The Republic has had no President or ex-President so gifted in speechmaking as General Harrison. He demonstrated great ability as a debater during his term in the Senate. In the campaign of 1888 he astonished the country by his readiness and tact in scores of short addresses. In his trip to California while President, he again surprised the people by a series of short speeches that were unprecedented and altogether admirable. One ol the best utterances was this, at Clayton, last week: “I do not doubl that the gx-eat mass of our fellowcitizens, of all political parties, desire the general good of the country and the prosperity of the people. This is the spirit which should domi; nate in all campaign oratory. We have no party that is lacking in patriotism All parties aim at the same end—the good of the country. General Harrison has set a wholesome example In this profession ol faith in the ‘honesty and patriotism of his opponents.

Weighing Silk.

New York Sun. One of the methods used for weighing silks is by an ingenious use of tin salts. In carrying out this process the bichloride is reduced by water to 30 degrees Baume, this being the strongest solution of the kind that can be employed with safety, stronger being likely to injure the fiber. At 34 degrees the silk becomes rough and valueless and at 40 the fiber is dissolved. The silk is well worked in the solution until* perfectly saturated, left to hang two hours in the liquor, taken out and washed. One dip in this way adds about 8 per-eent. to its weight,*and three treatments give an increase ol some 25 per cent. The silk is washed in a thorough manner before it is soaped, as any of the tin solution left remaining would decompose the soap. Bare hands are, of course, not used in working the goods in bichloride of tin at 30 degrees Baume, its acidity acting injuriously to the skin.

Very Absent-Minded.

Indianapolis Sentinel. A young gentleman of N. Delaware street is very bashful, and is more used to the world of business than the world of society. Recently he was invited to a large reeption and went with fear and trembling. Ho got along very well until he went out to the highiv-deeorated diningroom and was served ices by a colored waiter. He tried to hold his plate, ice cup and eat gracefully while he chatted with his lady companion. However the strain told on nim mentally, and when the waitei appeared to take his empty plate, he absent-mindedly pulled a dollar oul of his pocket and said: “Where in the thunder is my check?” He apologized profusely to the young lady and left ns soon as he could afterward. The average man will discuss baseball and tariff reform with equal volubility.—Philadelphia Record.