Rensselaer Republican, Volume 27, Number 19, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 January 1895 — Page 2

THREE FOOLS. There w»s a business man who failed To win the longed for prize *-Qt riches and prosperity; He did not advertise. There Was a lover once who died Quite wretched, I suppose, Because all through his life he was Too bashful to propoee. There was another man whose ways ! His neighbors greatly pained, 'Because be didn't know enough i : Togo in when it rained. AU three were fools: but, worst of all, To everybody's eyes. Was he who was a business man And didn't advertise. —Somerville Journal.

THE COLONEL AND JIM.

Youth's Companion. a The Colonel was quiet and a inan of settled habits; Jim was lively and liked variety. The Colonel was tall and dignified of demeanor; Jim was small, sharp-eyed, and his little 43tump tail made him look ridiculous, Yet they were .the best of friends. They were inseparable companions too, except for an occasional hour when the Colonel sat writing and Jim went out to watch for woodchucks. Between Jim and Ann Eliza, the housekeeper, there was <iot the cordiality of feeling that the Colonel, and Jim himself, desired. Ann Eliza thought dogs had their places; she thought they should be kept in that place, and she tried to -keep Jim there —to-wit, out of doors. The mild Colonel usually let Ann Eliza have her own way in the household; but Jim asserted himself with a persistency more than equal to her Own, and often triumphed over fixed principles. The Colonel and Jim had but an occasional difference of opinion. It occurred whenever a certain carriage drew up before the Colonel's modest gate. Jim resented the approach of so fine an equipage; he seemed no friend to gold-mounted harness. Moreover, he did not like the looks of thelady with eyeglasses who descended from the carriage to make a call on the Colonel. And he altogether condemned the fat little pug that sat up beside the coachman *nd blinked down disdainfully at him.

In vain did Jim yelp lustily at the top of his voice, and jump about lustily and pat the, ground invitingly with his pajs. The pug would not come jflrown— he had made that experiment once in the early part of his career. Jim had pounced upon him and rolled him aver in a mud puddle so quickly that the- pug hardly had sufficient presence of mind to howl. Then the lady with the glasses had jhrieked, the coachman had jumped town with the whip, and the Colonel had dragged Jim off the prostrate pug. The Colonel then lifted the pug, wiped off some mud with his handkerchief and restored him to his irate mistress politely, yet with a gleam in his eye that was not wholly apology. “I don’t see what m akes you keep -t fighting creature like that, Maliolm," coinplained the lady. “I bate bulldogs." “Jim isn't a bulldog," replied the i Colonel, as warmly as was consistent with courtesy. “What is he, then?" The Colonel was silent. ■“ls he a dog with a pedigree? Puggie has a beautiful pedigree, all written out." Now the truth was that Jim had wandered in at the Colonel’s door, a little vagabond puppy, from whence the Colonel knew not. “I do not think Americans need tare for pedigrees,” said the Colonel, with dignity. Ann Eliza, you keep Jim in the kitchen while my sister-in-law is here.” ' To Jim’s surprise. Ann Eliza patted him and gave him a bone while It was yet between meals. Probably Aiin Eliza did not like pugs, either. After the departure of the carriage the Colonel called Jim and reasoned with him.

“Jim. my little chap, there are -times when really one has to be polite, whether one wants to or not.” Jim did not commit himself to a reply. “Now, that lady’, Jim. she Was the wife of my brother, who was in the war with me, and was killed in the battle that save me this bulletin <ny leg Do you understand what I say, Jim?” 'Fbe little fellow looked him soberly 'ln the f vie. “She s married again, Jim—a rich dry goods man. You don’t know much about dry goods, do you? Well, I don’t either, but she always seems to. She calls here regularly once a year, and she thinks that’s doing pretty well, considering how -e ch she is, and we’re not. So no matter how we feel about it, we’re going to be polite. Will you remember?" And so their disagreement ended for that time. Every morning the Colonel and Jim took a walk to town together after the mail. When the clock •truck 10 Jim usually hinted that it was time to start. If his suggestions were unheeded be emphasized his opinion bv divers sharp yelps. By 10:15 the Colonel was obliged to begin to look for his hat, and by twenty minutes past they were fairly off, the Colonel walking rather .•flow because of the bullet in his leg, And Jim flying all about the street and growling up fiercely to every ■dog be met, little or big. But a morning came when Jim failed to appear at the usual hour. IThe Colonel waited till 10:30, but no little paw scratched at his knee and no little voice whined imploringly. JBLeknew he ought to start, for Ann

Eliza did not like him to be late at dinner. But he wasted as much time as possible looking for his hat, and after he had started he returned to the house to get a clean handkerchief. Still Jim did not appear. Ann Eliza, however, came to the back door- and -stood jratchingr So the Colonel went straight down the street, only giving, as he turned into Main street, a little whistle. The Colonel hurried a little on his homeward way. He whistled again as he turned off Main street toward his cottage, but he saw only Ann Eliza standing in the doorway, and he knew from her attitude that she was thinking the soup was standing too long. However, when the Colonel sat down to dinner he did not notice about the soup. He ate but little and soon went back to his chair in the library. Ann Eliza cleared the table and filled a plate with juicy scraps and rich bones. She might not wholly approve of Jim, but she ministered faithfully to his appetite. She set the plate on the doorstep. “Here’s your dinner, Jim, - ’ she called. The Colonel"listened in anxious silence. She went to the door again. , “Jim!” she called sharply. There was no response. The Colonel le*t his paper fail and rose as Ann Eliza came in. “Do you know where Jim is?” asked the woman. “He’s right on hand for dinner generally, especially when we have soup. He’s uncommon fond of beef bones, and smells ’em a mile off.”

“He didn’t go down town with me,” the Colonel confessed. “He wasn’t here. 1 thought perhaps you knew where he was.” Ann Eliza reflected. “I don’t know nothin’ about him.” “When was the last time you saw him?” “The last time I see him it was just after breakfast,” she said rather slowly. “Now, Ann Eliza, what did you say to him?” Ann Eliza bridled. “I didn’t say nothin’ at all that he need to mind. He’d tracked mud all over my clean floor, and I just shoved him with the broom, and says I. ‘Het out er here, ye little nuisance!’ says I; but land, Colonel, he don’t mind that. I’ve said .it to him forty times. He sidled out this morning as if he knew I was jokin’.” “Now, Ann Eliza, you ought not to talk to Jimmie like that. He isn’t like other dogs; he’s sensitive. Which way did he go after that?” "Well, I went for the mop, and I think he went the other way. When I came back with the mop I recollect seein’ them King boys cornin’ up over the hill, and Jim settin’ out in the road ready to bark at ’em. Land sakes, Colonel, you don’t think —” and Ann Eliza raised the corner of her apron in a way so suggestive of tears that the Colonel retreated at once.

The afternoon passed with no word from Jim. The Colonel made little pretense of eating supper, and there was a look about his face that made Ann Eliza refrain from conversation; and when she refrained from conversation it meant a good deal. In the evening a good-hearted neighbor, Luke Fairfield’s wife, came to the door and called Ann Eliza in a rasping whisper: “Ann Eliza where is Jim?" ‘Sh h-h!” The Colonel stole to the window and listened. “Don’t talk so loud. Jim’s lost. Been gone all day. Colonel, he’s in a dreadful takin’. He couldn’t eat no supper, and he says his limb’s painin’ him. Land, ’tain’t no limb, it’s just his'worryin’ over that little dog.” The Colonel winced a little, but strained his ears to hear.

“You don’t say! Well, Luke, when he was cornin’ home tonight, he thought he see Jim up by the King boy’s barn, a-howlin’. Don’t ye know sometimes when the Colonel goes off to call on his sister-in-law, and don’t take Jim, how he’ll set and howl? Well, the dog was settin' and howlin' like that." “I want to know! Now how in the world did Jim get up to the King’s place?” “Them King boys are awful critters," said Mrs. Luke. “ ’Sposethey stole him?” • ■■ —

“That’s what they done,” said Ann Eliza, conclusively. “They giust ’a stole him just after I see ’em cornin’ over the hill this mornin.’ Now, don’t you say one word about it, and I’ll go over in the mornin’ and git him. 1 bet I’ll give them King boys a piece of my mind, too." It was about 8 o’clock when Mrs. Luke departed. Some fifteen minutes later the Colonel was noiselessly going down the path to the front gate. Now a walk to the King boys place was out of the question for the Colonel. No one knew that better than he. He had not walked more than half a mile at a time since that bullet lodged in his leg; and it was a good two miles to the tumble-down cottage of the Kings. But the Colonel turned in the direction of the King place, though his evening custom was to walk a few steps the other way. “I wish I were able to walk so far,” he thought. “How lonesome Jim must be. How glad he would be to see me!” Hero he abandoned himself to certain pleasing reminiscences of Jim’s affectionate ways; It was past midnight when he reached the place. After all,no sound of Jim came from the barn. What if Jim were not there, after all? The Colonel began to feel rather foolish,

and half a mind to start for home before any one found him out. Then suddenly came a wailing howl, prolonged and violent. Only Jim, in all the country round, could produce it. The Colonel strode down the hill like a boy. He flung open the gate, marched up to the front door and rang the crazy bell. There was no response. He pulled again. After long waiting a window opened over his head “What do you want?” called a woman's voice. i “I want my dog.” “Well, I ain’t got him.” “He’s out here in your barn. Tell Orrin King to come out here. ” “He ain’t to home-” “Tell his brother to come.” “He ain’t to home neither.” The Colonel stood still a minute. He could not make war upon a woman. Yet he did not intend to go home without Jim. The woman herself decided the matter.

,‘lf you want him you’ll have to git him,” she called, and dropped the window. “I don't know nothin’ about him.” The Colonel went down the walk and across to the barn, where he gave a low whistle. Yap! yap! answered Jim, in delighted recognition. The barn door was locked and the window, which was only a hole for ventilation, was a little higher than the Colonel’s head. He piled some loose boards to step on and painfully clambered up till he could look into the opening. Sure enough, there was Jim, jumping and yelping and tearing about frantically. “Come here, Jimmie,” called the Colonel. More yelps, more leaps, but no change in position. The little fellow grew almost frantic. “There, there, Jim.” said the Colonel, soothingly. “You keep still and I’ll get in and untie you.” He stopped, rubbed his knee a little and then made a spring. He caught the windowsill and slowly drew himself up, regardless of the pain it cost him, and at last perched himself on the narrow casement. Then he looked down more closely into the pitchy darkness of the shed. Two motionless balls of fire met his gaze. The Colonel knew they were the eyes of one of the fiercest bulldogs in the county.

The Colonel reflected. He was not fond of dogs in general. It was Jim and .Tim only who possessed his affections. He would rather have faced a battery than meet that bulldog; yet when Jim began to howl again the Colonel turned and slowly began to lower himself into the blackness of the shed. At that instant the sound of wheels came along the road. The King boys were being brought home by a passing neighbor.— The Colonel felt himself to be in a hard place. A few minutes before he had greatly wanted to meet those young men and demand from them his dog, But to be found hanging to the window of the barn, with a savage bulldog beneath him! No! y.-' -.- It seemed to him he was hanging there for hours, though it was really but a few minutes. The continued howling of Jim brought Orrin King to the door at once. “You go lay down there and keep still,” he shouted, giving the door an angry kick. The bulldog, thinking the command addressed to himself, lay down quietly, and the Colonel dropped safely to the floor. In an instant he was beyond the reach of the savage creature's chain, and had caught Jim up into his arms. His dear little Jim!

Jim had no notion of rejoicing in silence. Loud yelps of joy cleft the midnight stillness. Vainly did the Colone l try to smother the sounds in his coat. In a minute Orrin King came striding back, cracking a whip. At that sound the bulldog crept fearfully into his corner, and Jim cowered down close to the Colonel's breast. Poor fellow! Had he known it already? The Colonel drew himself erect and waited. Young King unlocked the padlock and attempted to raise the old-fash-ioned latch. Quick as thought the Colonel leaned forward, thrust his finger into the opening, and thus prevented the latch from lifting so that the door could be opened. King tried it again. He took the handle of his whip and pounded upon it. Yet the latch did not quite open. Finally he swore at the dogs with a parting threat, and went back to the house. Then the Colonel withdrew his crushed and bleeding finger, and, trying to think it did not pain him, turned to go. “Let’s get out of here as quick as we can," he whispered to Jim. “We’d better go right home, and let Ann Eliza poultice us up.” When Mrs. Luke came Qyer the next morning Jim did not stir from his bed, but cracked out his customary bark. “Land. Jim’s got home, ain’t he?” she remarked, disappointedly. “When’d he come?”

“Early this morning,” replied Ann Eliza, directly under the Colonel’s window, “Jim’s all right, but the Colonel, he’s sick.” “You don’t say! Is his leg bad again?" “Dreadful... I made him a poultice for ft. He’s got a bad finger, too. Ho says it gat pinched. I poulticed that, too.’’ “You don’t say. Does he know Jim’s got back? ’ Ann Eliza sniffed a little. Then the Colonel heard that shrill whisper again. “Oh, he knows that fast enough.

I’ll bet you anything now that he walked clean over to them King boys and got Jim himself last night. But he don’t s’pose I know it.” Then the Colonel turned his face on the pillow and sighed. -

AX ANECDOTE OF LINCOLN.

Why He Granted a Pardon After Having at First Refused It. The Rev. Dr. P. D. Gurley was the minister in charge of the New York-ave. Presbyterian church, Washington, D. C., during Lincoln’s administration. Dr. Gurley was Lincoln’s pastor, and in many matters his confidential adviser, a post he was admirably fitted to fill, being a strong, robust, honest personality and a man of sweet disposition, great ability and excellent judgment.

During the meeting of the first general assembly of the Presbyterian church-after the war,- which convened in St. Louis, Dr. Gurley, who was a delegate, was, says D. H. Mitchell in the Independent, one day the guest of the Rev. Dr. Nicholls, in whose church the assembly met, and the following anecdote of Lincoln was related by Dr. Guriev at dinner in the presence of a number of friends, among whom was the writer: “Soon after the outbreak of hostilities a hot blooded fire eating young man, a son of members of Dr. Gurley's church, made his way through our lines and enlisted in the confederate army. The fortunes ol war threw him into our hands as a prisoner. It was deemed best to make an example of him, and he was consequently court-martialed and sentenced to be shot. Dr. Guriev interested himself in the young man’s behalf and secured a commutation of the sentence. A short time after the father of the boy came to Dr. Gurley and solicited his aid to obtain a pardon. Dr. G urley strongly advised against the effort. He pointed out thaa the young man’s life had been saved by the. President, and that it would be extremely unwise and imprudent to apply for a pardon so soon.g The father replied that he felt so himself, but that- his wife took on so about her son that he feared she would lose her mind if something was not done. ‘I must,’ said he, ‘make the attempt on his mother’s account. It is better to fail that not to try.’ Consequently Dr. Gurley signed the petition for a pardon and the father took it to President Lincoln.

“When the father made known his errand the President became very much excited and fiercely said: ‘I saved the life"of your son after he had been condemned to be shot, and now you come here so soon when you know 1 am overwhelmed with care and anxiety, asking for his pardon. You should have been content with what I have done. Go, and il you annoy me any more I shall feel it to be my duty to consider whether I ought not to recall what I have already done.’

“A few days after the President sent for the father, apologized for the way he had spoken to him, and, to his utter astonishment, handed him a pardon. “Not long after, and before knowing what had transpired, Dr. Gurley met the President. Having transacted his business he was about to go, when Mr. Lincoln said: “ 'By the way, Doctor, you signed the petition for Mr. ’s son’s pardon, didn’t you?’ “The Doctor replied that he had done so, but explained that he had advised against making the application at that time and that he was induced oto sign it only by the statement of the father that he feared his wife would lose her mind il something was not done to relieve her.

“The President then said: ‘Well, Mr. came to me with the petition. It mafle me very angry and! dismissed him roughly. Afterward elt so ashamed of mvself for hav - ing lost my temper that I made out a pardon for the man and gave it to him,’ “And then after a pause and with a broad smile, he added: “ ‘Ah, Doctor, these wives of ours have the inside track on us, don’t they?’ ”

Hammered Iron Work.

Boston Commercial Bulletin. The popularity of black iron lamps and lanterns for the piano, the study or porch, has given impetus to thf languishing art of working in hammered iron. It is the highest typf of iron work, as well as the most beautiful, and we are glad to see it revived. The hammered iron work of the Middle Ages has been reverenced almost as a departed art. The best of this work is very expensive, but that has not prevented the production of some magnificent examfdes. The opportunity for the use of lammered iron work is large,, including gates, railings, .balconies, etc., and it would appear that once general attention was directed to this species pf artistic ornamentation the field of its application would be extensive.

A Literary Conversation.

Chicago Record. “I am much impressed with the writings of Kipling." “He is certainly a very forcible writer.” “Yes, and do you know I have discovered that if the art of swearing should suddenly become extinct al! the oft ths in the English language could be recovered out of Kipling’.works for the use of posterity." ,\-

NOTES FROM THE CAPITAL.

Indianapolis, Dec 29, 1894. The patronage of the hotels during the week has been phenomenal. The visitors from the rural districts and outlying towns of the State made the urbane clerks weary to a degree they have not experienced for some time. The Sentinel of Thursday printed a solid column of names in nonpareil showing the registers at the leading hostelries. ***

The improvements at the Grand Hotel entrance are about complete and add very much to the attractiveness of that caravansary. The entrance is now quite metropolitan. ■» ♦ Master Chilton Johnson, aged nine, of this city, has been successful in proving that “corporations have souls.” At least it would be very hard to convince the lad that corporations are as hard-hearted as has been generally bel --Master Johnson applied to the Citizens’ Street Car Company for the gift of an old street car, and it was sent to him by the president of the company on a four-horse truck as a Christmas gift. There was great excitement among the juvenile population in thrt neighborhood, and Master Johnson was universally envied. He doeil not regard the car as an “elephani on his hands” by any means, but thinks he can use it in his business, * * * The “Blacherne” flats, the great eight-story structure now beintj erected on North Meridian street by Gen. Lew Wallace, is approaching completion. The building is intended to accommodate twenty-four families in first-class style, and it is Baid that every apartment iS already rented. These flats area new departure for Indianapolis. The building looms up into the air in a way to remind one of Chicago. ♦ * * The Jackson Dav Democratic meeting, Jan. 8, promises to be an event of unusual interest. The banquet will be spread with 1,000 covers at Tomlinson Hall, Congressman Bynum and Senator Voorhees will be here. Gov. Matthews will preside. An effort will be made to find out the cause of the great defeat in November, and plans will be inaugurated which those interested hope will restore the Hoosier State to the Democratic column.

The trial of the notorious “Winnie” Smith for the murder of Weston B. Thomas, at Brighton Beach, last summer, will begin Jan. 7. It is expected that the case will take two weeks, a large amount of type-writ-ten testimony being already prepared in addition to the witnesses who will goon the stand. The legal fraternity are likely to reap a harvest from this case. The friends of Thomas, it is understood, will employ eminent counsel to assist the Prose?utor. Smith will also be defended by some of the ablest talent at the Marion county bar. * ♦ *

The Legislative session will begin lan. 10. Already the “coming easts its shadows before." The eon test for the speakership loses none of its interest, and so far as heard from all the candidates are yet in the race. Suggestions of withdrawal by various candidates ire frequently made, but all indications go to show that somebody is “too previous.” A canvass of the elaims of the various candidates reveals the fact that Representatives have very largely and wisely retrained from making any binding promises to any particular candidate prefering to decide the matter at the mucus, when the claims and special fitness of the aspirants can be given mere careful and intelligent considition. lam not at liberty to state who will be successful, but from the best advices at hand can say that “the battle is going my way."

Indianapolis, for two months has juffered from an unprecedented epilemic of measles. On Massachusetts avenue, within six squares, theere were at one time 300 cases. There are ninety-five cases at this time at the Deaf and Dumb Asylum, forty-five of which developed on Christmas day. The disease is of a remarkable mild type, but few fatalities resulting.

Two Sufferers.

Mchison Globe. A man connected with this office is trying to quit the use of tobacco, and it is pitiful to see him strugson, also connected with the office, is trying to learn the use of tobacco. It is a question which suffers the more, the old man or the young one.

There are fifty manufactories of imitation butter in Germany. A factory in . .annbeim produces dally O,OJJ pound! from a preparation of cocoanuts.

A NOBLE FIGHT.

An Eminent Southern Lawyer’s Long Conflict With Disease. rvcatyJlve Yeanof FioipoHty, AthNßiliy" and SnSerlag. The Great Victory Won by Belenee Orer a Stubborn Disease. 4 .

Atlanta, Ga., Constitution. Foremost among the best known lawyers and farmers of North Carolina stands Col. Isaac A. Sugg, ot Greenville. Mr. Sugg has resided in Greenville twenty-two years. While nearly eyery one in Pitt Co. knows Mr. S’s history, perhaps all do not know of his return to business again after an illness, of sixteen years. No man has gone through more than he, and lived. It was a case of the entire breaking down of the nervous system, attended by excruciating, agonizing, unendurable pain. Opiates and stimulants only quieted temporarily, and all treatments failed him. Only his love of family and friends prevented suicide. He told a reporter the following interestinc story: “I kept at my work as long as I could, but nature gave way at last and I succumbed to. the inevitable. My nervous system had been shattered by the stimulants and opiates I had taken, my blood had actually turned to water, my weight had dropped from 173 pounds to 123, and ft seemed to everybody that the end was in sight. Why I could not bear Ihe gentle hand of my wife to bathe |ny limb with tepid water. I was simply living from hqjir to hour. I |iad made my will, settled my busipess and waited for the last strand of life to snap.

“It was at this time that a somewhat similar case as my own was |>rought to mynotice. This man had buffered very much as I had, his life had been despaired of as mine had, and yet he had been cured. Think what that little word meant to me--CURED. The report stated that the work had been accomplished by a medicine known as Dr. Williams' Pink Pills for Pale People. 1 investigated the report thoroughly and found that it was true in every detail. Then I procured some of Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills and began taking thejn and began to get better. I began to sleep like a healthful child, sound, calm and peaceful. My appetitc then came back and my nerves were soothed and restored to their normal condition, •and I felt like a new man. But the greatest blessing was the mental improvement. I began to read and digest, to formulate new plans, to take interest in my law practice, which began to come back to me as soon as my clients realized that I was again myself. After a lapse of ten years I ride horseback every day without fatigue. ‘ That Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills saved my life is beyond doubt, and I am spreading their praise far and wide." Inquiry about the town of Greenville substantiated the above facts of Col. Sugg’s case, and that many others are being benefited by Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills. Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills are for sale by all druggists, or may be had by mail from Dr. Williams' Medicine Company, Schenectady, N. Y., for 50c per box, or six boxes for $2.50.

A Talking Crow.

The family of Mr. William Scarborough, who live at Randolph’s grove, have had in their possession for soma time a very curious, and, it might have! been, a valuable pet It was a common crow, as black as any of its fellows, and just as noisy, but it had this distinguishing feature, it could talk. The crow was captured while yet in its infancy from the nest by the Scarboroughs and raised by them. It was taught to sing a more civilized song than the mere cawing of the crow and could speak several words very distinctly. Its common habit was to perch itself in a tree not far from the house and offer passers by the unceremonious salutation of “Get out, dogs,” and other sayings equally startling. Its articulation was remarkably distinct, and at first notice could not be distinguished from the human voice. The crow was a great pet, as pet crows are, and, though it lived near the woods, never staid from its adopted home longer than a few hours at a time. li would sometimes go visiting to the neighbors but always returned heme in due season.

The death of the crow happened recently, and it was remarkable as its life. It had been missed from tha place two or three days and, although search was made for it, it could not be found. At last it was discovered in a well, where it had fallen. In its attempt to get out it would strike the windlass, and so be forced down again. Mr. Scarborough’s family mourn the loss of their pet very much, as it was a very sociable companion, and, as it was very well known throughout the vicinity, is missed by the neighbors as welt — Bloomington Pantograph.

Cured After Being Given Up.

At Ansonia, Conn., some old women got- together and cured a child of membranous croup after the doctors had given it up. The patient was thoroughly wrapped up in flannels, and his head and throat were rubbed with goose grease. A dose of the stuff,mixed with vinegar, was with with difficulty lorced down the child’s throat. In a short time he vomited up a large portion of mucus, and broke up the elogZing matter in the throat Being olaced in bed he soon went to sleep, uid the next day was playing altout die house, and appeared to be fur from dyingA womanbegins to find baanty in a man as soon as be shows that he likes her, but a man never discovers that a woman has freckles until he has married her. — Atchiton Ulobc.