Rensselaer Republican, Volume 27, Number 31, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 9 April 1896 — Page 8

LITTLE MAiO-O’DREAMS.

little maid-o'-dreams, with your Berie eye* so clear and pure Gazing. where we fain would sea Into her futurity— Tell us what you there behold. In your visions mnnifold! What is on beyond our sight. Bidding till the morrow's light. Fairer than we see to-day. As our dull eyes only may ? i Little maid-o'-dreams, with face like as in some woodland place Lifts a lily, chaste and white. From the shadow to the light— Tell us, by your subtler glance. What atrange sorcery enchants You as Bow—here, yet afar ==z - Hare you magic lamp and ring, And genii for vassaling? Little maid-o'-dreams, confess Tou’re divine and nothing lesaFor with mortal palms, we fear, Yet must pet you. dreaming here— Yearning, too. to lift the tips Of your fingefs to our lips; Fearful still ypu may rebel. High and heav’nly oracle! Thua, though all ittimeet our kiss. Pardon this!—and this!—and this! Little maid-o' -dreams, we call Truce and favor, knowing all!— Alt your magic is, in truth, Pure foresight and faith of youth—- . You're a child, yet even so t You're a sage in embryo— Prescient poet—artist—great ' As your dreams anticipate— Trusting God and man you do Juat as heavcnJnspires yoitto. _1....... -—Ladies’ Homo .Tonrnal.

A DESPERATE UNDERTAKING.

The bell sounded for the last time. lOngineer Mnttern kissed his wife, leaped to his engine and with a shrill whistle the train slowly begun to move. The village that it was leaving consisted—of a few straggling houses, the homes of the railroad men, and the toad itself was used principally for the transportation of cattle and freight, for tout a few travelcrs imssed through this wild region. The distance to Delmane, to which place they were Itoiind, was a matter es about twenty-five miles, and Mattern arrived there in three hours. In spite •f the darkness a udtHsagreeaSlS wcath er. In the early evening a strong wind toad arisen, and till midnight a perfect tourrlcane raged. As soon ns the train arrived at Delmane the hells gave the signal which told the employes all along the line that they could seek their rest, as there were no night trains running on that road. Mattern rested for a little while and then looked after the work he had been given to do, which occupied him until about II o'clock. Leaving the engine standing w ith a low tire, as he was to return to?ihe village in six hours, he gaye the fireman permission to go to the engine house and get a little sleep. He himself concluded to seek a restaurant that, he had seen, was still lighted op, where, perhaps, he would find congenial company. As ho was free’the next day ho could sleep then as long as he pleased. When he came to the station platfonto be met the trainmaster's assistant, Mr. Roy, who said to him: “You have arrived in time; I was going to send someone to hunt you up; there is a telegram hero for you.” “A telegram for me?” asked Mattern, looking surprised. “Yes; just come into the--waiting—-room.” In a moment Mattern held the dispatch in his trembling hands. “Special! The trainmaster at Delmaue wilt please inform Engineer Mattern that his child is seriously ill with diphtheria. Dr. Loden is absent on a joarney, and otljer help not to l*e had. Ask Mattern to bring a physician from Delmane with him when he returns early In the morning.” —■■ _■ “My child—my poor little Charlie!’* groaned the father. “There is nothing you can do hut wait and hope for the best,” said Mr. Roy philosophically. “Lie down and try to Bleep for a few hours. I shall have to fee* «f» aud leave toope everything will turn out all right.” And with that he went away. Out in the darkness stood Mattern; the storm raged, and the rain heat in his face. Half-past 11! Was his boy liv•ug yet? Would medical help l>e of any •vail the next morning? Full well did toe know the dangerous character of the Illness against which science has not yet found a remedy. Only by quick •nd prompt attention can - danger be •verted. After a few moments of deep thought toe suddenly turned and fairly ran to the bouse of Dr. Sardo and rang the bell. The Doctor appeared at an opou window above and asked the name of the caller. t “Kagineer Mattern,” was the answer. “My child has diphtheria and is in great danger.” Dr. Sardo threw the door key out of the window, saying; “Open the door and come tip: in the meantime I will dress myself.” Mattern felt around in the darkness |*or the keyhole, and a few moments * I ater stood before the Doctor, a youug man, who was comparatively new in | toe profession. ' “Give me a description of your child's nondition. so that I can take the necest«Bary remedies with me;4a diphtheria tames one must use all possible dispatch. You lire here in town?” “No, Doctor,” answered Mattern. and prith hurried breath he told Ills story. “You say that the train does not return till the morning?” said the Doctor, rather impatiently. “Why, then, . Uid you call me at this tiw of night?, what do you expect me to do in the t aeantime.” “Come' with me, Doctor!” cried Mattorn, great beads of perspiration starting out on his foiehead. “You can save

my cMld^tf-you only wilt Out a* the station stands my locomotive under «tcam; if you Will come with me I will take you to my home in an (hour's time, and my boy will be saved." “Are you mad? Now, at the dead of night, when everyone is asleep, without signals or information of any kind at the stations to be passed, you intend to run your locomotive for twenty-five miles! Why. man, at the first ihlermcdiate station we should jump the track because the switches would be turned wrong.” “Indeed. Doctor, there Is no danger, “believe me. At all of the stations the switches will be turned for the train that is to leave first in the morning. -and as that is mine, yon need have no fear about coming with me.” “But the crossings are not closed, and as no one expects a train at this time, we might be the cause of a great deal of harm lo passing teams.” “So, no, I know every iuch of the ground, and shall exercise the greatest care when we come to the crossings. And, besides, who would be out in weather like this?” “But What you doing is against all rules and regulations; you will lose your position, besides being responsible for all that may bap-pen.” “What do I care for that if t could only save my child? You can do this for me if you only will. On my knees I l>egof you to come with me! Oh. have pity on me!” y The Doctor yielded. Like some wild spirit of the night the soiltary engine sped through the stormy darkness. Mattern had not awakened his fireman for the reason that he did hot wish to create any unnecessary excitement in the engine house. When the Doctor bad taken his place Mattern threw a can of oil on the fire in order to put the engine in quicker motion, n,nd they were soon Hying along at a fearful speed, which was only lessoned as they passed the first station, which they did without accident, as the : Swffohes wore turned in the right directiou. , The Doctor sat down in a corner and . tried to finish his broken nap, and Mattern divided his attention between keeping, up the fire and regulating the speed of the engine. Had Dr. Sardo any idea of the danger he was in he would not have thought of goiug to sleep. The last station was passed In safety. There were only seven miles more to make and they would be at their destination. While bending down to his work Mattern suddenly felt the engine give a jerk. A terrible cry followed. Mattern sprang up and looked about him. By the light of the engine he co.yld see that they had Just passed a railroad crossing. The next moment they were again Hying along in the darkness and storm. “What was Jhere?” asked the Doctor, who had been roused out of, his sleep. “Oh, nothing—very likely a stone or other substance, that became fast between the rails,” answered Mattern, with choking breath. “In a few minutes we shall l>e there,” lie slackened the speed of the engine, hut he did it mechanically, ns if in a dream. That fearful cry almost made liis heart stand still. lie could well imagine what had happened. Some cart or wagon must have been crossing at the time his engine came tearing along in the darkness like some spirit of evlljiud no doubt he was the caus6 of a terrible calamity; if not, -what was the meaning of that sudden jerk, followed by a .heartrending cry? There was the station. Mattern could only see dimly through the darkness but knew the shape of the building too well to be mistaken- He stopped thP engine and took the path to his home, followed by the Doctor. Through the window on the second floor he could see a light shining. Very likely it was there his child was lying, wrestling, with death; and to save this child he had perhaps killed and wounded—how many others? He groaned aloud. Slowly he dragged his weary feet up the stairs. His wife opened the door, at his knock. His boy was still living. Mattern itis ashen f a ml 4r d.his rattling breath. In his ears sounded again the awful cry that he had heard a short time before. His nerves that for hours he had kept under control, gave way, now that he had reached his destination, and he fell to the floor insensible. It was late the next morning when the engineer regained consciousness, although he could not collect his thoughts very clearly; a racking headache prevented this. His limbs seemed immovable and heavy as lead. In the room in which he found himself, and which he recognized as their living-room, a deathlike stillness reigned. He tried to lift his head, but in vain; he fell back on the pillow with a groan. IDs wife heard him and came in, but with a face pale with weeping. “Ruth!” he whispered. “Oh. my dear husband, ltow thankful I am to see you conscious again!” She cried. “How is the boy?* Is he still alive?” “Oh, yes, thank God! Had you come an hour later it would have been too late, but the Doctor thinks he is past all danger now. He has just been called to look after some people who were hurt at the railroad crossing. A man is said to be killed and two women and one child badly injured. Try to sleep a little now, dear husband; that will be your best medicine. I will call you when the Doctor returns.” She kissed him and went into the next room where the child was sleeping. One person jlsaiL ~ibree .hadly. JmrL. perhaps fatally, and through his fault! He had had no intention of doing this; all he thought of was the saving fit his child; but had he a right to undertake such a fearful responsibility when he

knew what terrible consequence# might follow?« He rose In despair; he could not endure to lie still; the air of the room almost choked him. In his ears still sounded that fearful death cry. With trembling limbs he made his way iato the bedroom. Both wife and child were sleeping. He looked aTfheffl sllentTy and bitter tears streamed down his cheeks. What would become of those he loved so dearly? Slowly he went down the stairs; he coiild not meet the eyes of his dear ones, and without a word he opened the door and was out on the street. There he stood for some little time; the fresh air seemed to do him good. 1 -—The.town clock struck 7—lt was early yet. Mechanically he turned his steps toward the engine house; he wanted to look after his engine, as was his daily custom. He arrived at the shed; his engine was there -no doubt brought there by some of his coworkers. lie looked at it sorrowfully, and as of old began to examine It. It struck him that something might have been broken during the ride. ■*. Suddenly he heard a loud laugh. One of the workmen, whose duty it was to take out the ashes and start the fire, had come up behind him and now said, jokingly: “I suppose you want to sex; your roast?” “Roast?” he asked. “What dc you mean?” The other man laughed more than ever; *TT~must have been a pretty good bump. I only wonder that the engine didn’t jump the track. The front wheels were full of hair. I cleaned the whole thing and dragged the carcass away. The ashbox was full of bones; it was a pity, on account of the beautiful antlers.” So saying, the workman brought out of an old shed where the firewood was kept a number of the broken pieces of a deer's antlers. “There, yon see, the poor fellow fared badly; he did not expect to be dlsturbed In his roamings at night time by the appearance of a locomotive. Ho was just about to pass the crossing, and, frightened by the light at the front of the engine, stood still, and so you ran him sometimes acts more stupidly than a sheep or a calf.” Mattern leaned against one of the wheels of his engine to steady himself. So the cry he had heard had been the cry of a dying stag! But, nevertheless, there had been an accident, where someone was killed and others wounded. Was he awake or only in a feverish dream? The talkative workman seemed to guess Jm thoughts, or, perhaps, felt like giving him news of Which he seemed to be In ignorance. “Engineer Keel was not as lucky as you. This morning in taking out the early train, he was unfortunate enough to run against a farmer’s cart, although it was not his fault. The man who was driving seemed to be in a hurry, and had taken the responsibility of opening : the gates, so as to cross before the coming train, when he was caught by the engine. The accident might have been much worse, but Keel quickly slackened speed when he saw the open gates. If the train had been going at full speed nothing could have saved them; as it is, one' woman had a foot broken, another an arm; the farmer and one child were only slightly stunned, and the horses escaped without Injury, although they were flung is all broken to pieces. Mr. Mattern—what ails you? Let me go!” The man had . cause to be alarmed, for, like one bereft of his senses. Mattern had suddenly thrown his arms around him and kissed his coal-black-ened face, crying and laughing at the same time. Mattern, on account of going against all instructions, was taken before an examining committee and fined one month’s wages, but otherwise was not punished, as -it became well known why he had ,done such a desperate act. As for Dr. Sardo, no blame was attached to him; on the contrary, his humane deed brought him considerable prac- *• - . , . , **•: -WH3EXSI Neither of the men is alive flow, but the remembrance of this stormy night will long remain with those who are still living to tell of its events.—London Tid-Bits.

“A Light front Above."

David Hume, the historiail, once wrote an essay on the sufficiency of the light of nature, in which he gave expression to his skeptical ideas. Dr. Robertson, principal of the University of Edinburgh, wrote In reply to Hume’s, an essay on the insufficiency of the light of nature and the necessity of revelation. Subsequently at an evening company In Dr. Robertson’s house, the two essayists conversed on the subject with the usual result—the gentlemen pros ent were interested, and each disputant held to lips opinion. As Mr. Hume rose to depart, Dr. Robertson took a lighted caudle to show him the way out. “Pray, don't trouble yourself, sir;” said Hume, “I always find the light of nature sufficient.” He walked through the open doorway, along the dark hall, stumbled over something, and phoned down the steps into the street. Robertson ran after him with the light, and, holding it over the fallen philosopher, whispered, as hp raised him up: “You had better have a light frem above, Mr. Ilume." 4

European Railways.

The French minister of public*works has published a list of European rqjlway lines. Germany comes first, with 27,130 miles; France next, with 23,715 miles. Great Britain and Ireland, with 20,345 miles, Is followed by Russia, with 19,420.

FARMERS’ LOSSES.

ANNUAL VALUES SHRINK OVER A BILLION DOLLARS. staple Crops and Live Stock Arc - Equally Injured—Distressful Result a of a Democratic Administration— Farmers Cannot Bay Mill Products, A Change Demanded. We here give briefly a summary of the aggregate losses to farmers in the value of their principal crops, and in their live stock, since 1892: Total values, v 1891. 1895. Corn, bu .. $830,439,228 $507,509,106 Wheat, bu 513,472,711 237,938,998 Rye, bn,.. 25,542,000 11,964,820 Oats, bu .. 232,312,267 163,655,068 Cotton, bu 297,377,014 259,104,640 Hay, ton .. 411,110,000 393,185,615 Potatoes, bu * 83,475,000 78,984,901 Wool, 1b... 52,258,256 26,486,705 Barlfty, bu. 40,500,000 29,312,413 Buckwheat, bu ...... 6,948,000 6,936,325 Tobacco, lb 40,000,000 35,574,000 Totals . .$2,539,434,476 $1,810,712,597 Annual loss on crops in four years 1«. .$728,721,879 Depreciation in live stock values: Total values. •Tan. 1,1892. Jan. 1,1890. Sheep $116,121,270 $65.167.735 Swine ..... 241,031,415 186,529,745 Mil eh cows. 351,378,132 363,955,545 Other cattle. 570.749.155 508,928,410 Horse's”.... 1,007,593,036 500,140,180 Mules ..... 147,552,070 103,204,457 Total values . ..$2,401,755,078 $1,727,920,084 Annual loss on live stock in four years ......... .. .. .$733,829,594 Annual loss on crop% in four years 728,721,879 Total annual loss to fanuefs ..... ..,,. .$1.462.55L473 r This stupendous loss of nearly a billion and a half dollars has fallen upon American farmers since the McKinley tariff period of 1891 and 1892. It takes no account of the shrinkage In the value of the rice crop, erf the crops of nurserymen, of seedmen, or of the enormous supply of farm truck from market gardens, or of our dairy products or hog products. It is noteworthy that the aggregate nnmial shrinkage in values is practically the same for live stock as for the staple farm crops. This is interesting because many were inclined to attribute the losses in the value of live stock to some extraneous causes, whereas the fact that both live stock and staple crops have suffered equally only tends to strengthen the belief in llie ruinous effect of the “deadly blight” of Democracy upon American farms. Farmers are well aware of the disaster that has befallen them since 1892, and the cause of it. They have looked back with regret to the era of our greatest prosperity under the protective tariff that bears the name of Hon. William McKinley. They have felt the effects of a lower tariff—a Democratic tariff, with its “touch” of free-trade upon our sheep and wool industries. They know that they need a restoration of the McKinley tariff rates upon tlieir own products, and upon all other products and manufactures of the United States. Nothing less than this will restore to the farmer the conditions of 1890 to 1892. -They demand; they insist upon; and they will, vote for, n a v-to \ T rvnftnv I\ah n as n 4-n >■ tlv a t TYUVtMiI UL I , It rtrS turUu ulx ul U tax iff policy that will not give less protection to American farmers than the McKinley tariff did, because they vyaiit, and are in need of, a return to the McKinley protection period nnd its prosperity. They demand similar American statesmanship. Nothing less will satisfy them.

Free Wool Results,’ The New York Press has made some inquiries among New England woolen mills with the idea of showing their condition now, as compared with a year ago., The following is the result: Total mills affected 32 Mills shut down 14 Mills on quarter time 10 • Mills on eighth time. 5 Mills on half time 1 Mills practically closed 2 Operators practically idle 7,500 Estimated annual wages of . these operators one year ag0..53,000,000 Estimated annual wages of operators to-day 375,000 Loss to the country in wages. . 2,025,000 Loss to tho country in native raw materials, say 0,000,000 These were all woolen mills that have “shut up with much cursing and execration of free-traders.” None of tho shoddy mills have “shut up.” They are busy making the best possible product they can that will compete with the looms In the British rag shops. Free trade in raw wool is closing American woolen mills, while it promotes the industry of the European rag picker and of the British shoddy shops. What the Farmer Wants. What does the farmer want? When Providence has sent him rain and sunshine in season then he wants a commerce as near as possible to the fields of products, and the nearer he can get tho better customer he Is. If xve should ask the farmers which they would rather Rave beside them, another farmer or a factory, every one would vote for a factory. Why? Because the factory gives employment to men and to women who don’t raise their own products, and must buy the farmer’s. Demand for Statesmanship. Representative Grosvenor said, In speaking of the present condition of national political affairs, jthat “there never was a time in the history of the United Sffies wFen'Tfiere was greater demand for Republican statesmanship than there is now. Whether this Congress will be able to achieve anything 1 do not know, but I do know that the

Honseof with Its great Republican majority, has already made an impression upon the business of the This is true. Whatever the present Congress shall be able id<>* the people are confident that the free trade party in Mils country has reached the end of its power to work destruction to American industries. The Gorman tariff act may remain for the present inviting ruinous competition to American industries, but its doom is Sealed; the hours of its life of destructive work-arc becoming less and less.

On Jan. 1,1892, the market price of No. 2 Milwaukee barley was 57% cents a bushel. Granulated sugar was quoted at 4 cents a pound the same day, therefore a bushel of barley was worth 14% pounds of sugar. Four years later. Jan. 1, 1890, barley was worth 32% cents and sugar 5 cents. The farmer’s bushel of barley could be exchanged for only 6% pounds of sugar. Not Good Business Policy. It is not good business poliey, putting the ease mildly, to depend upon bond issues to supply the current expenses. Nor Is it good political policy to let things alone until the next election in order to give the people a chance to express their preferences. Whatever the result of the balloting next November, it will require thirteen months for the Congress then chosen to get to work, and a longer time to produce results. If anything is to be done to afford more revenue to a needy treasury, now is the time to do it, and it should be done on national, not partisan, lines.—Evening Star, Washington, D. C. Clothes for “Farmers and Artisana.*'

How far local firms are justified in producing a showy but half-worthless cloth that will be sold to the American retail buyers—farmers, artisans and the like—is another matter. The possibility even a few years ago of manufacturing a cloth at Is. 6d. per yard was scouted, but to-day there are makers to bo found able to produce good-looking masses of the poorest shoddy, kept in form by low cotton warp, at From Is. 3d. per yard.—Manchester (Eng.) Guardian. The Old Hardware Store. Let the old men, if their memories go back to 1800, recall the old hardware store, and they will recall that on tho shelves 95 per cent, came from England and 5 per cent, were produced in the United States. Let them go into the hardware store of 1892, and they will find that upon the shelves of that hardware merchant 5 per cent, is from abroad, 95 per cent, made at home l>y American workingmen. Yes, made in American shops by American workingmen from American raw ma-i tcrial.—Hon. Win. McKinley. Industry of the Sheriff, Business failures in the United Statt > fuly maintain the ratio of commercial embarrassments reported of late, with a total of 282 for six business days end-, ing with March 12, compared with 27Q in the preceding week, 262 In the coiy responding week one year ago, 231 dij. the second week of March, 1894, 221 in the corresponding week of 1893, and with 218 in the like week in 1892.—Brack street's. X Rays on X Roads.

Saved from Deatruction.

This I* What happens when the kidneys Ml rescued from Inactivity by Hostetterfs Stoss*] ach Bitters. If they continue Inactive they are threatened wltt Bright’s Disease, diabetes or some other malady which works their destruction. Malarial, bilious and rhenmatlc aliment and dyspepsia are also conquered by the Bitters, which Is thorough and effective.

When He Is Not Working.

A man who has been sick at home a week says that the first day bis wife Bald: “Darling, don’t sit in that draft,” but now she says:' “Haven't you any better sense than to sit lp that draft?” —Atchison Globe.

The Modern Way

Commends Itself to file well-informed, to do pleasantly and effectually what was formerly done in the crudest manner and disagreeably as well. To cleanse the system and break up cold 9, headaches and fevers without unpleasant after effects, use the delightful' liquid laxative remedy, Syrup of Figs.

Lost for Good.

Amid many international uncertainties It seems finally settled that this country hgs lost William Waldrof Astor.—New York World. With but little care nnd no trouble, the beard and mustache can be kept a uniform brown or black color by using Buckingham’s Dye for the Whiskers. Scandal, like the Nile, is fed by Innumerable streams; but it is extremely* difficult to trace it to its source. “My dear fellow, she is an angel. How exquisitely lovely her complexion is. They say she uses Glenn's Sulphur Soap.” It is a terrible thing to sec one working who never smiles.

Spring Medicine Your blood in Spring is almost certain to te full of impurities—the accumulation oTtfie winter months. Bad ventilation of sleeping rooms, impure air in dwell-' ings, factories and shops, over-eating, heavy, improper foods, .'aijure of the kidneys and liver properly to do extra work thus thrust upon them, are the prime causes of this condition. It is of the utmost importance that you Purify Your Blood Now, as when warmer weather comes and the tonic effect of cold, bracing air is gone, your weak, thin, impure blood' will not furnish necessary strength. That tired feeling, loss of appetite, will open the way for serious disease, ruined health, or breaking out of humors and impurities. To make pure, rich, red’ bicod Hood’s Sarsaparilla stands unequalled. Thousands testify to its merits. Millions take it as their Spring Medicine, Get Hood’s, because Hood’s Sarsaparilla Is the One True Blood Purifier. A’l druggists. sl. Prepared only by C. I. Hood & Co., Lowell, Mass. Hoo/i ’ c DSI lc * re ,he on| r rills to tike with ■ iUUii 2* ■ Ills JHnod’B Sarsaparilla.

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