Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 19, Number 22, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 19 November 1897 — Page 2

GOT THREE TURKEYS

HOW TOLLIVER WON HIS THANKSGIVING DINNER. Hi* Five Shots in the Gallery Result in Only Two Misses -Proprietor Gives Him One Bird and Pays Good Money Cor the Others, Boze a Good Shot. Shooting for turkeys on Thanksgiving Ja not confined entirely* 4 to the country. Those people who recall the times in the rural districts when they furbished up the •Id squirrel rfle or the family shotgun and attended nn old-fashioned turkey shoot will be glad to know that there is a chance to accumulate a bird by prowess in marksmanship right hero in town. It came, this knowledge, like a bright ray of sunshine to “Boze” Tolliver. “Boze” hailed from Missouri and he had been in Chicago a year. Times were tough and he and “the •Id woman” had hardly earned enough to keep themselves and the family. “Boze” had done teaming and odd jobs with his horses, but the fact was that right before Thanksgiving “Pete had the cupboard,” to use a Missouri phrase. To be sure. “Boze” had half a dollar, but that wouldn't provide a Thanksgiving dinner for six hungry people. He went out on the street and wandered •long about six blocks, trying to think what he would get the most of for 50 cents. Presently he heard a sound something like a bell ringing and a sound also •f shots. He looked a cross'the street and •aw a shooting-gallery, with quite a crowd collected in and around the doorway, and he crossed the street rather aimlessly to watch the sport for a minute. When he got over there he saw that the crowd were •hooting for turkeys. lie pushed his way’ in and inquired the price of shots and the tales of the contest. Now, “Boze” was a famous shot “back yon in Missouri,” .and could bark a squirrel with his rifle, or even kill a prairie chicken when flying from him straightaway, and his mouth watered at the prospect of gaining a turkey by an exhibition ♦f skill with a rifle. He was told that the price of shots was 10 cents apiece; that he must ring the bell fairly on the ■mallest target to win a turkey. The hole •a the smallest target was about as big •a a 22-caliber cartridge and was exceedingly difficult- for even a practiced marksman to find. Only one man won a turkey while

ENTITLED TO THREE TURKEYS.

•Boze” watched the shooting and nearly forty shots were fired. It was evident that the proprietor was not losing money •a the scheme. “Boze” stood and watched. He did not Bke the new-fangled looks of “them ar brich-loaders." Finally, as the -crowd thinned out some the proprietor said to “Boze,” “Want to try your luck?’!, “Well,” replied “Boze,” “I hain't never tried nary brieh-loader, but es you'll let me shoot my own rifle I'll try you a few.” “What caliber is your rifle?” said the •hooting gallery man. “It’s a Hawkens rifle,” said’“Boze.” “Oh! I mean how big a bullet does she throw,” said the proprietor. “Oh!” said “Boze,” “she kerries about a hundred and twenty to the pound. It’s a powerful little bullet,” “How many shots do you want to take?” asked the gallery man. “Well, I reckon about five,” was the reply. “Go ahead and get your gun,” was the proprietor's answer, and “Boze” walked home and got outdiis artillery. It was a typical squirrel rifle, with the “buck horn” hind-sight, knife-blade front sight, cap

A THANKSGIVING DINNER AND MONEY TO BURN.

tax and patch box in the stock and carlying a bullet scarcely larger than a pea, “Boze” returned leisurely to the gallery after assuring his wife that he •didn’t aim to shoot ary feller.” The ■booting gallery began to fill up to see the ■nzzle-loader perform. “Boze” had meas■red out the powder, carefully greased the ■etch and pushed the ball home with the Hekory ramrod. He braced himself, took careful aim and fired. The ball barely aniseed the center and the bell hummed aUghtly. The Missourian loaded his rifle •are fully, aimed and fired again. This flfane the bell rang clear and true, the omrd cheered and “Boze” smilingly reCMrrked: “By cat, I reckon that gits a gobHer *’ He reloaded his rifle for a third shot ■ad, bringing the gun to his shoulder for • third time, he fired and rang the bell

clearly again. The crowd by this time was in ecstasies, all but the proprietor. Even “Boze” was affected with a sense of joyful hilarity and on his fourth shot he fired a trifle high. Reloading his old standby for the fifth and last shot he brought the gun up with the steadiness of machinery. At the crack of the rifle the bell rang like a gong so clearly had tlfe bullet reached the center. “Boze” was entitled to three turkeys. “Tell you what I’ll do,” said the proprietor. “I’ll give you a dollar and a quarter apiece for two of those turkeys. That will put you two dollars ahead, with your Thanksgiving bird free and your shooting costing you nothing.” “That’s fair,” said “Boze.” “I kain't fight over that.” So “Boze” returned home triumphant with turkey and money and the Tollivers had as big a feed as anyone. And all because “Boze” had cultivated a knack for rifle shooting. As he said to himself at the dinner, with his utterance somewhat choked with “stuffin’: “What a feller kin do hain't allays goin' to do him good, but what a feller kin do kin be depended on to come in sometimes. It looks tO me thataway.”—Chicago Chronicle.

Should Be Thankful.

Yes, there are gloomy daysjof dark repining, That sadly flit along on leaden wing. And yet, somewhere, the sun Is always shining, And every winter surely ends in spring. Yes, there is pain and suffering heart-rend-ing. And pitiful old age, grown faint and gray: But young lives some to crown the old lives’ ending— Think of the children in the world to-day! Yes, there is war. God waits a little longer Ere he will all this jarring strife subdue; But human life to-day was never stronger, And human hearts were never half so true. Yes, in each life there will be bitter sorrow, But 'tls not long—this space of mortal breath; There waits for each of us a grand to-mor-row, There waits for each the kindly night of death. A world where sunbeams dance and birds are singing. Where violets never fail to come in liny. Where little children’s voices sweet are ringing. Where love shines steadfast on the darkest way' - : A World where dear life meets us, full of gladness. And guides our steps o’er easy paths and steep; And where her smile has faded into sadness, Dear Death soothes every weary heart to sleep. Beyond our sight the angels are rejoicing. They stand around the throne In shining ranks; Oh, let us join the song that saints are voicing. He Is our Father—let us, too, give thanks; —Tho Housewife.

Glad Things Are No Worse.

“Lampton, have you any special cause for thanksgiving this year?” “Yes, sir; I’m glad one turkey is enough for a man and wife and six children,”— Chicago Record.

Comparative Joys.

“Have you much to be thankful for this year, Grumpy?” “Well, something. I'm thankful that

they can’t make it any tougher for me than they have during the last twelve mouths."

The Real Reason.

“Jimmie,” asked the Sunday school teacher, “why'is it that so many people are grateful ou Thanksgiving?” “’Cause that's the time they alius gets turkey.”—Detroit Free Press. Although you are this time of the year The theme of many a toast From lips of those who love you dear, You also got a roast. —Judge. Herbert—l like Thanksgiving dinner the best of any in the year. Aunt Jane — How is that? Herbert—Because it is so good that I never want the dessert first.— Truth.

GIVING THANKS.

A quaint, brown house, just out of town— We young folks know the way; 'Tis there, each year, with Grandma Dow, Wo keep Thanksgiving day. A host of uncles, cousins, aunts. Gathered-from far and near, The wanderer from home returns To greet his kindred dear. So great (he crowd, so small the house, ’Tis full to bursting, quite; But grandma says, “There’s room for all Who may with us unite.” And ’round the cheerful hearth where we, As children, loved to play, With many a merry song and jest We keep Thanksgiving day. Then “ting-a-ling,” the dinner bell Summons us, one and all; To hasten to the laden board, Ss’or wait the second call. The turkey,'roasted to a turn. The place of honor takes; Here, too, such doughnuts, puddings, pies, As only grandma makes. And seated thus, each one recounts The blessings of the year: The dangers passed, the hearts made glad— We' give attentive ear. Then oh the youngest papa calls: “Come. Ned, ’tis your turn now.” Cries Ned,- “I’s thankful as can be That we’s got Grandma Dow!” —Good Housekeeping.

SOMETHING ABOUT THE DAY.

The Thanksgiving Festival Was Long of a Peripatetic Nature.

FWfl HANK SGI V ING j»a till as late as IGBO, Kj nearly sixty years after its idea was C” I'l first suggested, was pAK - eminently a movable \ feast, liable to occur a at any time from January to December and in any place throughout the colonies, wherever the J various inhabitants

| felt gratitude to be a becoming emotion. > Instead, too, of a general expression of thanks, as is now the custom, they rendered up thanks in detail—on one occasion it would be in return for much-need-ed rain, then for triumph over the Indians and again for the safe landing of the English supply ships. One time, indeed, in July, 1021, when rain finally came after a prolonged period of drought and prayer, they appointed a-thanksgiving, of one week in duration. Were such a peripatetic Thanksgiving to come in vogue again it would be quite a shock to us of this generation, with our pre-established notions of Thanksgiving as inseparable from roast turkey, cranberry sauce and pumpkin pie. Fancy sitting down to our Thanksgiving dinner in April when we might esteem ourselves lucky if we were furnished with asparagus as a delicacy and rhubarb pie as a dessert, for if we had been pilgrims or even Massachusetts Bay colonists we. would have been obliged to choose between 'taking what the soil produced or going without, these present happy days of a whole Florida garden being landed by express at our doors in midwinter not being yet on the American program. Or imagine the Thanksgiving dinner of July, 1621, partaken of perhaps to the delightful accompaniment of the patter of the rain for which they had so fervently prayed and with green corn as the piece de resistance, or that Thanksgiving in June, 1637, after victory over the Pequods, when maybe strawberries garnished with roses formed the menu. On these occasions, though, the colonists had evidently quite lost sight of the part that the autumn harvest plays in the observance—the prehistoric significance of the festival, the season being with them purely and simply a many-voiced thankoffering in acknowledgment of the bettering of their condition. After it became an annual affair it supplanted in a measure the English Christmas, whose celebration was too riotous to meet their strict religious notions—this the puritanic Thanksgiving. supplying the unalloyed devoutness which was the one thing they would willingly have retained in the Christmas of their forefathers.

As has been seen Thanksgiving day for the first sixty years of its existence was, a hit-and-miss affair as to time and place, and even after it had settled down into an annual autumn festival if the people did not feels particularly encouraged the observance of it was liable to be omitted, and it did not assume its national character till during the revolution, when Congress recommended the yearly appointing of such a day. In spite of this, though, in the years intervening between 1784 and 1789 there were no Thanksgiving days. In 1789 Washington issued a Thanksgiving proclamation in view of the adoption of the Constitution and after that to the time of Lincoln, the example of the first President was intermittently followed by bis successors. But only since 1858 can Thanksgiving be said to have been a fixed and universal American custom, and in that year the Governors of the different Southern States united with their Eastern brother officials in issuing Thanksgiving proclamations, and the example set by Lincoln in 1863 of issuing a Thanksgiving proclamation suggesting the last Thursday in November as an appropriate day has been followed since without break by every occupant of the presidential chair. Though long in coming to its fulfillment,

like some fair oak tree that requires many years of storm and sun to bring it to ita full beauty, Thanksgiving, the Sunday of our national year, is now an imperishable monument of the faith, the benevolence and the softer graces so often averred to have no existence in this practical work-a-day American world.

A THANKSGIVING DINNER IN 1621.

Pilgrims’ Banquet to Indian Chiefs Was Fit to Set Before a King. “The state dinner of the occasion— the real Thanksgiving dinner—took place on Saturday, the last day of the celebration,” writes Clifford Howard of “The First Thanksgiving Dinner” in America, in the Ladies’ Home Journal. “Notwithstanding that the kitchens of these wilderness homes were sadly wanting in many of the most common essentials of cookeiy, there was no lack of good things nor of appetizing dishes at this great feast. The earth, the air and the water had yielded of their bountiful supplies, and the good dames had done honor to their skill and ingenuity by setting before thoir hungry guests and companions a repast as sumptuous and tempting as it was varied and delightful. Foremost of all there was roast turkey, dressed with beechnuts; then came rare venison pasties, savory meat stews with dumplings of barley flour, delicious oysters (the gift of the Indians, and the first ever tasted by the white men), great bowls of clam chowder with sea biscuit floating on the steaming broth, roasts of all kinds, broiled fish, salads, cakes and plum porridge; while the center of each of the long tables was adorned with a large basket overflowing with wild grapes and plums and nuts of every variety. “It was the time of the Indian summer. The soft, mellow sunlight shone warmly through the drowsy haze, illumining the somber woodland with a rich golden light, while the gentle winds of the south, laden with the sweet perfumes of the forest, came as a lingering dream of summer to add to the joy and brightness of this Thanksgiving feast. Upon the balmy air rose the hum of many voices and the merry music of laughter, as the Pilgrims with their Indian guests partook of the feast that the Provider of all things had given them.”

An Electrical Letter Carrier.

A very clever mail delivery box has been placed in a number of the larger buildings at Geneva, Switzerland, by an enterprising electrician. This mail box has a compartment for each of the stories of the building, and when the letters arc deposited on the ground door the carrier delivers them as required. The deposit of a single letter makes an electric contact, which starts a bell going on the respective floor, which does not cease ringing until the letter is taken out. At the same time it opens the faucet of a tank on the roof of the house, which causes water to flow into the cylinder forming the counterweight of the mail box elevator until the weight is heavier than the box, when the box ascends and the flow of water ceases simultaneoulsy. As the box passes each story the mail intended for it—letters, papers and small packages—falls into boxes In the corridor on that floor. This is performed very reliably by a little spring at the bottom of each compartment in the elevator mail box, which causes the bottom of the compartment to catch for a moment, and the release throws out even a single piece of paper thinner than a postal card into the stationary box provided for its reception. By its own weight the box descends to its place on the ground floor. Should by any mischance a single piece of paper have remained in the elevator, upon striking the bottom it will at once go through the same series of movements as before.—New York Evening Journal.

The Wires Crossed.

Voice from the outside-jifeah, I’se got hold ob two ob de in de coop, but dog es dey ain* stronger den I is.

TEELS A GORY TALE.

MRS. NACK COULD NOT KEEP HER BLOODY §ECRET. Miserable Woman Reveals the Awful Mystery of How the Unfortunate Guldensuppe Was Murdered by Martiu Thorn—Must Have a New Trial. Confession of the Crime. .The trial of Martin Thorn for the murder of William Guldensuppe, begun at Long Island City, was suspended owing to the dangerous illness of Juror Magnus Larsen. The jury was discharged and a new trial ordered. Juror Larsen was taken ill and physician's called to attend him found that he was suffering from appendicitis; An operation was successfully

MARTIN THORN.

her horrible story anew. The Guldensuppe (murder was committed, according to Mrs. Nack’s confession, on Friday, June 25, in a cottage rented for that purpose iii Woodside, L. I. On that, date William Guldensuppe, a Turkish bath attendant, was killed by Martin Thorn, a barber, and his rival in the. affections of Mrs. Nack. The latter was at the Woodside cottage at the tune of the murder and aided in covering up the traces of the crime. The woman confessed in the witness chair that she and Martin Thorn murdered William Guldensuppe. She related

THE WOODSIDE COTTAGE.

the awful details of the crime without flinching, without a tremor. At times she even smiled as she spoke the words that doomed to the electric chair the pitiable wretch who had staked his soul for love of her. How the Deed Was Planned. Mrs. Nack told of her arrival in this country; how she left her husband and went to live with Guldensuppe. Then

she advertised for a lodger, and Thorn came. Early in June he and Guldensuppe quarreled. T hey fought, and Gu.densuppe got so much the better of it that Thorn had to go to the hospital for two weeks. Thorn camcj back, and with Mrs. Nack planned revenge. Woodside, L. 1., was selected as a good place for the

consummation of the plot. “We lured the house,” slie continued. “Thorn gave the name of Brown. Thorn said to me that I should bring Guldensuppe over, and that Guldensuppc should be killed. I went home and told Guldensuppe that he should come with me and look at a house. We left New York between 9 and 10 o’clock in the morning. We came in the ferry, and took the trolley car that passed the house. “When Guldensuppe and I got to tho house I gave Guldensuppe the key. He went in. I went to the back; then I heard a shot. Thorn came downstairs and said: ‘l’ve shot Guldensuppe. He's dead.’ I was almost dead myself. Thorn told me to go home and come baek. I got oil cloth to cover the parts of the body and went baek to the Woodside house. Thorn was there. We went over a ferry. Thorn had the head. It was wrapped in gray paper. He told me he threw if in the river. When we landed in New York we took the First avenue car. I went home. I met Thorn Thursday morning at the Thirty-fourth street ferry. We went to the house in Woodside by a trolley car. Thorn told me he had a big parcel; he could not carry it. I hired a carriage. We were not long in the house on June 26. We took the breast part and went to New York together. We took a downtown ferry. When we were crossing the ferry Thom left me. He came back and said he had thrown it overboard.

. “On Saturday I got the carriage and we went to Woodside again. Thorn told me he had a bottle of ammonia, and to clean up the blood stains. I cleaned up blood stains. I took a parcel Thom gave me and put it in the bottom of the carriage. We drove to a place where both sides was woods. Ho said: ‘This is the place where we're going to fire it down.’ We took it out and fired it down over the bank. It was dark. We drove back. I got out and went home. He delivered the carriage. I met Thorn Monday night at Twenty-third street and Ninth avenue. We had no conversation. I went home. I don’t know where he went. I did not see him again after that at all.”

Sparks from the Wires.

John F. Farley has been made chief of the Denver, Col., police force. Rev. George Reader has practically been expelled from Boston University for marrying a couple in a lion’s cage. Lizzie Burke and Bertha Ingle were probably fatally burned by the explosion of a gas generator, which also wrecked the Piqua, Ohio, hosiery factory. Major S. A. Mulhauser, of Cleveland, who was reported from Honolulu as having tried to commit suicide, has arrived in San Francisco and says the shooting was purely accidental. Andrew Vaughn, a well-known farmer near Pineville, Ky., and his wife were found dying at their home by neighbors, and it is supposed Vaught shot his wife and himself while temporarily insane. It is said Rev. Dr. Robert Collyer, the eminent Unitarian divine of Brooklyn, will Blithe pulpit of the First Unitarian Church in Oakland, Cal., for a period of three months early in the coming year.

performed| upon the sick juror, and it is expected that he will bo able to leave his bed in two weeks. All evidence for the prosecution, ■whose case was nearly completed, will have to be introduced again, and J.Zs. Nack will be required to go on the stand and tell

MRS. NACK.

SEALING COMES FIRST.

The International Conference Begin* in Washington. The experts representing the three governments, the United States, England and Canada, assembled at the State Department in Washington. There were present Messrs. Jordan, Thompson and McCoun. In addition Gen. Foster and Mr. Hamlin were in attendance for the United States and Sir Louis Davies for Canada. Sir Julian Pauncefote sent a note excusing himself from coming on account of illness. The meeting lasted for about an hour, and presumably the proceedings were mainly preliminary and designed to outline «a plan l of procedure. Mr. Hamlin was elected chairman. It was officially stated that the proceedings were in the sense that nothing could be given out for publication before the end of the deliberations. The treaty which was negotiated last week between the United States and Japan and Russia for the further protection of the seals was noy referred to in the first meeting, although its general provisions are known to the British delegates. The feature of the treaty is said to >be the short time it is to continue sh foroe, the limit being one year. President McKinley received Sir Wilfrid Laurier, premier of Canada, in the blue room at the White House. Secretaiy Sherman introduced Sir Wilfrid, who was accompanied by Sir Julian Pauncefote, British ambassador Sit Louis Davies and Prof. Thompson, the British seal'expert. The visit was entirely formal.

The Canadian premier received callers in very democratic fashion at hie apartments in the Shoreham, but to all he gave the reply that it would be manifestly pre. mature at this stage for him to discuss the outlook on the Bering sea question or any other subjects which concern the United States and Canada. lie and Sir Louis desired first to communicate with the seal experts of the United States and Great Britain before indicating any. course of action. He made it clear, also, that they would give their exclusive attention to this subject until some conclusion was reached, and that other questions, such as reciprocity, border immigration, etc., would not be referred to until the first purpose of the visit was a<> complished. It was stated that the official purpose of the visit was to consider the Bering sea matter, and that future circumstances would develop how far, other questions would be opened to consideration.

FARMERS CONGRATULATED.

An Improvement in the Price of Most Products of the Farm. The National Grange, Patrons of Husbandry, convened in the Supreme Court chamber at Harrisburg, Pa. Delegates from almost all the States represented in the national body were present. National Master J. H. Brigham, assistant Secre-tary-of Agriculture, was in the ehair and submitted his annual report. He said: We have reason to rejoice over the marked Improvement in the prices of most products of the farm. The prices now-received are not burdensome to the consumer but rc-niuneratlve-tp the farmer and if maintained will cause a marked advance in the value of farm lands, it ts'also a highly gratifying sign of the times that the business failures iu tho South and Southwest in July, August and September of the present year represented in the aggregate of their liabilities only $4,394,000, as compared with $11,498,000 during the corresponding period of the preceding year. Earnest efforts are being made to extend our markets in foreign countries and to secure the abolition of the discriminating restrictions and prohibitions unjustly maintained by certain foreign countries against the agricultural products. Congress will undoubtedly be urged by interested associations to appropriate largo sums of money to build dams, reservoirs and canals for the purpose of Irrigating the arid lands of the West. It Is not the policy of our grange to espouse the cause of any political party or indorse the policies advocated byelther, but when the people have settled the questions at issue, we accept their decision and try to secure for agriculture fair treatment In the legislation carrying Into effect the policy indorsed by the people.

WED OR LEAVE HOME.

Four St, Louis Girls Must Hustle for Husbands. In St. Louis is a father who has grown tired of seeing young men call on his daughters with no apparent intention of marrying them. To prevent any more dilly-dallying, he has issued to his four girls an ultimatum which compels them to either marry before Dec. 1 or leave the parental roof and shift for themselves.

THE BURKHART GIBES.

The man’s name is Jacob Burkhart, the daughters being Lotta, Emma, Ella and Laura. The family lives at 4511 North Twentieth street, at least Mr. Burkhart does, for all his daughters have now left him. The girls are good-looking, domesticated and accomplished. Each would make an excellent wife. One of them, Ella, might have been married before Dec. 1, but that her father’s ultimatum has caused her to defer her plans'rather than yield to his insistence. She has fled from her home, not; waiting for the ides of November to pass. The list of forgeries that have turned up at Toledo as the work of the suicide, Prof. Martin Friedberg, is growing. Up to the present time about 100 names have been discovered. One firm is out $14,000. It is believed his forgeries will reach $50,000. Louis Belew, his sister Susan, bath of whom were to hgve been married soon, and Bruno Kline, their hired man, were mysteriously peiocned at Dixon, Oal, and the two former died in a few hours, while the tatter is not expected to lire. ,