St. Joseph County Independent, Volume 12, Number 4, Walkerton, St. Joseph County, 24 July 1886 — Page 2

INDEPENDENT. WILL A. ENDLEY, Editor. Entered at the Walkerton Postoffice as second-class mail matter. SUBSCRIPTION: For One Year 51.50 Tor Six Months 75 For Three Months 50 .WALKERTON, IND., JULY 24, 1886. Nappanee is talking up the propriety of having a fair ground and a race track. One ol th<- • ■!»(<»< -of the Toledo D mucrat lias been sentenced to the p^uitt thirty Lt one year for pubh-hiug an iJi-wne sheet. William Rou.-tu au, a merchant of Warsaw, wa* kicked on the head by a horse a few days since, and immediately expired from his iujui ies. Then* are said to be seven hundied and thirty' inmates in the Michigan City prison, this being the largest number ever confined there at one time. The State election will be held on Tuesday, November 2. 1886. No one will have a right to vote at the election who was not a resident of the State on Saturday, May 1, 1886, and of the township on Friday, September 3, 1886, and of the precinct on Sunday, October 3, 1886. Remember these dates. This residence must have been continued until the act of voting. According to the law sportsmen may shoot game in this state between the following dates: Quails and pheasants. 15 to Dec. 20; prairie chickens, September 1 to Februrary 1; woodcock, July 1 to January 1; duck, September 1 to April 15; deer, Oct. 1 to Jan. I.— Bremen Enquirer. Why don’t you run the catalogue through and tell when tu shoot dudes? Country Editor- “We give you a nickel watch and the Weekly Clarion for one year for three dollars, Mr Smith.“ Mr. Smith—“ How much for the watch without the Clarion?” Country Editor—“ The retail price of the watch alone is four dollars.” Mr. Smith —“Well, I guess I’ll take one of the watches. Country Editor—“ But it will cost you a dollar more than if you include the paper-’’ Mr. Smith— Yes, I know. But I don’t mind the extra expense.”—New York Times. Rev. Henry Ward Leecher is in Europe lecturing there; wonder if he will say anything of Three Oaks and ‘‘featherbone.”—Three Oaks Sun. He may after be gets through talking about Michigan City and her great glass works, and other manufacturing interests.—Michigan City Enterprise. We heard Henry say once that LaPorte was the prettiest place he had ever seen, “and we could prove it too if Bill Joneswae alive.” —LaPorte Herald-Chronicle. Pshaw! boys, he'll undoubtedly locate in Walkerton and take an interest in the pickle factory, when he returns. There has been a wonderful sight said about the Pierceton Independent suspending on account of want of advertising patronage, since that paper ceased to materialize a few weeks ago. Just as if the Pierceton merchants were a set of lunkheads, more so than in any other town, and didn't know how to manage business to their own interests. The merchants of that town did and do advertise —but the editor had a better thing, and suspended at Pierceton for that reason. So there now! We don’t want to hear any more slanderous reports on the Pierceton merchants, so w’e don’t. The Kankakee & Plymouth.— Walkerton may get it. The Kankakee & Plymouth railroad now 7 completed from Streator, 111., to North Judson, this state, has received encouragement from the citizens of Knox, to the amount of for-ty-eight hundred dollars, and the road is soon to be completed to the latter place. The talk is that the company is aiming to extend their road to South Bend, by the way of GrovertoTvn, Walkerton and North Lib-rty. Whether this road would really be of any practical b-notir to Walkerton other than rendering it more convenient for our citizens to reach the county seat, is a question that the experiment could only settle. Neverthele—, our citiz ns are perfectly willing to try the experiment and take the chances. Come on, boys, with your road —Walkerton will let you through.

Tlie Dtade Avenged. - [Written for Feck’s Sun.] I always did despise a dude and s when I saw one glide swiftly by on his magnificent nickied bicycle, I : made up my mind that anyone could master the art without pre- .> vious preparation. Immediately 0 i proceeding to put my theory to the i J test I selected the public toad fori -I my experiment. Expecting to take _ I quite a long journey I filled my j j pockets with crackers and cheese for refreshments by the way. placing my foot on the machine I hop- ’ ped along what I considered was . a proper distance, and then made a spring for the saddle. My aim was not true. I miscalculated the distance by about a foot, and lighted upon the forepart of the saddle . with my knees well braced against the handles. The commotion that followed could not have been greater if I had touched off Hell Gate with a pailor match. 1 immediately discovered that this particular bicycle had never been broken to saddle. I wasn’t clear but I had mounted a circular saw under lull headway. 1 started to fall about three minutes before eleven o’ clock, and I noticed afterward that toy watch had stopped two minutes after that hour. 1 threw myself back, but the bicycle met me half way, totally disregarding the in_ junction to “never kick a man when he's going down hill.’’ It was plainly to be seen that it had taken the bit in its teeth. It wobbled from side to side to get me off my guard; then the pedals played “shinny” with my p*gs. I had shut my eyes after the first jump, and was vainly trying to touch bottom with my feet, but 1 was beyond my depth. The suspense between the time I began to fall, and the time I arrived at a permanent location caused me to lose ten pounds. It was a short spell of sickness, but my constitution suffered terribly. I wasn’t hungry, and kind o’ wished I had’t taken provisions for so long a journey. I wanted to go home but the bicycle couldn't spare me. I tried my old game of cmiling to regain my composure. I didn't smile exactly in the middle, and the machine began to career toward the left. I instantly shifted my piece of chew, ing gum to the right side of my mouth, but that was too much ballast on that side. The small wheel kicked up a little right here just to let me know it was still with me and didn't want any foolishness. I was in the enemy's country and was completely suit >unded. The ice wagon went by and I tried to call fur help. I didn’t have breath enough left to swear. In my efforts to keep on both sides of the perpendicular at once I had twisted the head o'' my collar buttom off. The tern} ature had risen seven degrees ie first two minutes after I cut 100 rum Mother Earth, and I could hear the chees in my pockets beginning to fry. All was life and motion and the bicycle was very nervous. 1 was afraid the band might strike up and make matters worse. I felt that ray seat was contested and I must soon “got o the country. From topmost curve of one of the bicycle’s springs I caught a bird’s eye view of outlying counties and I panted for a change of air and scenery. Why didn’t some one throw me a rope! No one went for a doctor; I suppose because they considered the case hopeless. I was conscious that I was the great central attraction but painfully realized that I spread over too much ground to exhibit under one canvass. Slowly the minutes wore on bat wasn’t losing any time. I had a certain amount of work to do be fore I struck the ground. There was a diversity of opinion as to what I was trying to accomplish. Some thought I was boring for an artesian well while others thought it was a scene from a Dakota blizzard. I now became aware through that it was gathering up its forces for one final grand act of extermination. I wished I had been a little more regular in my attendance at Sunday school, then looked for a fire escape, but it had no such attachment. Concentrating all its inherent wickedness into one mighty boost, iotimat- । ing that it had no further use for me, I took the hint, left the saddle, and winged my way toward the azure. I had a round trip ticket and came back on the down grade with ail

gathered force of laay past five minutes’ exercise, tiepoping out a ditch along the roadside with my shoulder led a bystander to remark uhat I was work.' ig out my road lax. When I got Vo the end of the furrow the larg * wheel rolled over me, the otnnll wheel turned a handI spring over the larger one and knocked my hat over my eyes, then 1 the entire machine laid down on me, I while the dude with the placid countenance and wurnfiLd brow lulled silently by Sober Bam. The Republican candidates before the coming convention for the various State offices are, so far, as follow.-: Secretary of State, I. N. Chambers of Knox, Fritz Writters of Posey, W. L. Dunlap, of Johnsen, Charles L. Gilfiiq of Lake, Addison M. Baldwin of Grant; Auditor, Americas C. Daily, of Boom*, Bruce Can-of Orange; Clerk of Supreme Court, Simeon T. Yancy of Hancock, Davis S. Whittaker of Greene, W. T. Noble of Wayne, Jhon N. Wheatley of Bartholomew Treasurer of State, David E. Beam of Owen, N. 8. Byram of Marion, Moriis McDonald of Floyd; Attor-ney-General, John W. Lovett of Madison, Lewis T. Michener of Shelby; Superintendent of Public Instruction, Scott Butler of Marion, John M. Olcott of Putnam, and E. E. Smith of Tippecanoe. “Mamie,” said a grammar school girl to a member of the graduating class, “have you finished your essay?” “Ob, yes,” gushed Mamie; and it is too lovely for anything—a Princess slip of white surah, the back cut off a little below the waist line, and full breadths of silk gathered in so as to hang gracefully over the tournure, and three bias ruffles on the— ’’ "Why, what are you talking about?” inter! upted her friend. “1 mean, have you finisned writing your essay, you know?”—“no,” said Mamie, her enlhu.dasm rapidly diminishing; “but have begun it ami wish the awful thing was in Halifax.’’ “What,s the subject?” “The Cure of Slang.” Gracious! Isn't that a difficult suject to write up?” Difficult! Well 1 should giggle! Lil nave to hump myself to get it tiuished in lime lor the commencement and I’ve a good notion to let it slide. I might shut up the professor’s optic by pleading illness, but I’m not that sort of a hairpin. But come, waltz up into my room and look at my stunning graduating harness. It'll paralfzeyou.”—Norristown Herald. TI NER CITY. Warm and dry is the by-word among the farmers but the steam whistle is heard to vituperate all the same. The Bendy show here last week was between a bumbug and a farce. Miss Mary Gari, of West township, is now staying at P. 1. Grube’s. Mrs. Dave Snyder, of Plymouth, was visiting friends and relatives last week at this place, and Anna Dunn, of LaPorte, was also here on a visit. Mr. Boyd is home on a sick furlough from Chicago, where he has been for some time under treatment for his eyes and thinks they are bettered by the careful treatment of Dr. Holmes. The melancholic days together with the dog days will soon be here, then come ye doctors all, upon the sick do call, and issue out your pills, and stop the dogou chills. Yours truly, Aunt Susan. A certain boy named Charlie, of this town, got two severe thrashings this week and wonders whether ho can avoid the third one ihe rest of the week or not, if not we will tell on him next week. Pete says a cioss and scolding woman is worse than bitter medicine, but bow can we avoid her? Tell us, doctor. Wheat yields better than was Hist expected. Miss Flora Moti, of Des Moines, lowa, was visiting her uncle and aunt, Mr. and Mrs. Black. Mrs John E. Johnson is visiting at Lincoln, 111., then intends to go to St Louis, Mo., thence to Louisville, Ky, Mr. Neff has fixed and fitted up the hotel at this place and moved into the same. He says he now holds seventeen positions; thusly, I landlord, ticket agent, LL 8. express agent, baggage man, land agent, , tenant agent, musician, notary . public and four hundred other ; nuisances. ' We feel safe in saying that those who fail to get the St. Joseph County Independent are missing a great treat; as far as a paper, it far excels the Visitor or the Leader.

BIRDS. A Strenuous Protest Against the Slaughter of the Innocents* The story of the butcher who, looked out in the soft summer moonlight and announced that something* ought to be done on so line a night, and he guessed he would go and “slarter,” was told to Melissa, who ejaculated pretty Ohs and Ahs, and said, “But how vulgar!” Yet had some dreadful Nathan heard the words, and beheld Melissa as she spoke, he would have raised his voice and pointed his linger and said: "Thou art the woman!” For the delicate lady was the wearer of dead birds in her hat, and encouraged the "slarter” of the loveliest and sweetest of ’unocent song birds merely to gratify her vanity. The butcher, madam, may be vulgar, but at least he does uot kill in order to wear the horns and tails of his victims. “How hideous!” exclaims Belinda, as she sees the pictured head of the savage islander—“rings in his nose! how hideous!” And the gentle Belinda shakes the rings in her ears in protest against such barbarism. Sylvia, too, laughs gayly at the wife of the Chinese ambassador stumping along- upon invisible feet; and Sylvia would laugh more freely, except for her invisible waist. It is so preposterous to squeeze your feet, she remarks; it is a deformity; it outrages nature. And the superb and benignant Venus of Milo smiles from her pedestal in the corner, and with her eyes fixed upon Sylvia’s waist, echoes Sylvia’s words: “It is a deformity; it outrages nature.” The Puritan preacher who, somewhat perverting his text, cried, “Top-knot, come down!” declared war upon the innocent ribbons that, carefully trained and twisted and exalted into a towering ornament, doubtless nodded from the head of Priscilla to the heart of John Alden and melted it completely, while the preacher could not even catch his wandering eye. The preacher’s course was clear. Top-knots must come down if they allured to a sweeter worship than he inculcated. But those ribbons were made for that pretty purpose of adornment. They were not victims. They silenced no song; they hardened no heart; they rewarded no wanton cruelty; thev destroyed no charm of field or wood. They were not memorials of heartless slaughter. They were simply devices by which maidenly charms were heightened, and a little grace and taste and beauty were lent to the sombre Puritan world. But Uw top-knots of to-day arc bought at a monstrous price. Carlyle says of certain enormous lire-llies on an island of the East Indies that, placed upon poles, they illuminate the journeys of distinguished people by night. (treat honor tc> the tire-iiies he exclaims; but —lt is great honor to the golden-winced woodpecker to be shot and then daintily poised upon the hat of Cyrilla, as, enveloped in a cloud of dudes, she promenades the Avenue on Sunday afternoon great honor to the woodpecker, but—: The naughty dog in the country which hunts and kills chickens is made to wear a dead chicken hung round his neck, and at last is shamed out of his murderous fancy. How if Cyrilla. strolling in the summer fields, Imply with young Laurence hanging enthral Itai upon her sweet eyes, her low replies, should meet the cur disgraced with the dead chicken around his neck, she with the dead wo ci pecker upon her head! The lovely lady puts a premium upon wanton slaughter and uu>peakable cruelty. She in ites the murderous small boy aud all the idlers and vagrants to ■mare an I shoot the singing birds, and silence the heavenly music of the summer air. She cries for "slarter.” and, like the white cat enchanted into the Princess, who leaps to the lloor in j hot chase when the mouse appears, the Queen of Lieauty, with a feathered corpse for a croVu. begins to seem even to Laurene ■ unhappdv enchanted. Henry Bergh is one of our great modern benefactors. If beasts could speak, or knew to whom they owe the deepest gratitude, his path would be hallowed by the prayers and blessings of the innocent and helpless whom he has relieved. But the birds of the air are not lefts our dependents than the beasts of Ute field. It is as plainly the duty of a humane and Christian civilization to protect the birds as we protect the beasts against the wanton cruelty of human savages. And Melissa, Belinda, Sylyia, Cyrilla, and their mates —“the rose-bud garden of girls”—will they consciously ma ke themselves accomplices in a crime against the innocent? Let them not ask whether the pearl hanging upon their bosoms or fixed in their rings is any less a proper ornament or less beautiful because it is called “a diseased secretion.” There is no cruelty in the making or taking of the pearl. It does not consciously diminish the life and beauty and melody of the world. But the dead bird upon Cyrilla’s hat does all that, and it brutalizes those who do the mischief. Like majiy a fashion, the wearing of dead birds is a thoughtless wrong, and the protest against it which is now not only raised, but organized, as one of the most effective methods of staying the massacre of the innocents, will suggest to many a gentle heart that unconsciously it has aided and abetted an offence against wluch every humane and generous feeling—protests; and as the offence is swiftly removed from hat and bonnet, in the sweet and happy voices of the birds of this summer their hearts will hear a hymn of gratitude.— George Willian Uurlis, in Harper's Magazine. The Great West Leads the World. “I was at Fort Keogh one summer not long ago, when au explosion occurred in the boiler, which blew it some distance from the fort into a swamp. The men started after it. When they got there the mosquitoes were so thick that it was found impossible to work. The men got inside the boiler, aud the mosquitoes punched their stingers right througl the plated iron. ihe men clinched the bills on the inside and kept on clinching them until hundreds aud hundreds of mosquitoes were fastened to the boiler. The men built a fire inside of the boiler to scare oft thq other mosquitoes, and the latter started to fly away. “Os course those that were fastened tried to Hy with the rest, and actually carried the heavy boiler and the men out of the swamp and on to the dry land. After that it was no trick to haul the boiler into the fort. How did they I get rid of the mosquitoes’ bills? Why, I thev just tiled them off close and left | them there.”— Pnvl Globe. Mrs. Dunmire, the divorced wife of i Guitcau, is in Washington for the purpose of getting a pension for her present : husband, who served in the Union army. Ladies’ and childrens’ hats are being sold at greatly reduced prices at the Misses Millard’s.

The Forefffn«*r in Mexico, On the other hand the Mexican laimd aws discriminate very rigorouslyatgau'rast the acquirement of land by fo>!neagniers who do not propose to become Mexican citizens, and seem to be especially framed to prevent any encroachments on the part of the United States. 'lbus, no foreigner may, without previous permission of the President of the Republic, acquire real estate in any of the border States, within twenty leagues (sixty miles) of the frontier; but such permission has of late been freely given to citizens of the United States for the acquirement of ranching property on the northern frontier. The ownership of real estate by a foreigner in either country or city, within fifteen miles of the coast, is, however, absolutely forbidden, except on the condition of a speciitl act of Congress granting it. It is only, furthermore, through a direct permission of the Minister of Foreign Affairs that a foreigner in Mexico is accorded any standing in a court of justice. By the Constitution of Mexico, a foreigner who purchases any real estate in that country, without declaring that he retains his nationality, becomes a citizen of Mexico; and it is difficult to see how under such conditions he could properly invoke any protection from the country of his prior citizenship, in case he considered his rights in Mexico to be invaded. Again, the laws regulating mining property in Mexico are very peculiar. No one in Mexico, be he native or foreigner, can own a mine absolutely, or in fee, no matter what he may pay for it. He may hoid it indefinitely, so long as lie works it; but under an old Spanish law. promulgated as far back as 1783, and still recognized, if he fails “to work it for .lour consecutive months, with four operatives, regularly employed, and occupied in some interior or exterior work of real utility and advantage,” the title is forfeited and reverts to the State, and the mine may be “denounced,” and shall belong, under the same conditions, “to the denouncer who proves its desertion.” The denouncer, ( to keep the property, must, however, at once take possession and begin the prescribed work within a period of sixty days. This practice has one great advantage over the American mining system; and that is, that litigation about original titles and conlliciing claims to mining property are almost unknown in Mexico. —Hon.'David A. Wells, in Popular Science Monthly. Throwing the S’. loin.T.mg. Oue day a boycott strolled into the tool-house and sat down for a chat. The hammer and a saw, a pegging awl and a trowel and other honest tools took advantage of the entrance of a boy looking for something he had no business to take to move a little farther awav. “Why do you avoid me?” asked the Boycott; “am I not a friend of labor? Am I not its mightiest weapon? Am I not your common defender?” “Excuse us,” replied an old sledge, who was seven up in the civil service lists, “but you don't seem to be one of us; there is a smell of Russian prison about you, a stilling taint of German oppression, a stench of English repression, and a foul odor of II mgarian pauperism, a general decayed flavor of ignorance and brutality, and a senseless ferocity that, we don’t like. We know it isn't your fault: it was born of tyranny and helplessness, but it isn't American, and it isn't pleasant. You have a foreign air about you tiiat makes the room close anil <>ffeji five. Go out and wade around and hunt for the “(>reg for about six months, anil you'll come back as clean ;ts a Chinaman. Go soak yourself, boycott yourself, and see how i glad we'll be to welcome you into the shop.” This fable tenches us to remember that no civilized, chrixtian man ever yet learned to throw the boomerang with danger to his enemy or safely to himself.—Burdette, in Brooklyn Eagle The Modern La !y’s M:m. The modern lady's man, says a writer in the Brooklyn Eagle, is radically different from the old-timer. Not very long ago the term la y’s man suggested a gushing sort of a chap, who dressed foppishly, displayed a tendency to sport sky-blue neckties and affect effeminate manners, squeezed his feet into small boots, and went to a vast amount of pains to render himself objectionable to other men. He chatted about dancing, was full of smali-laik, loved to carry a fan or a bouquet, bowed peipelually, daintily, and on the slightest provocation, and was altogether a useful sort of a fellow to have around luncheon, sewing and commerce parties. Occasionally he had a, violent rival in a lady’s man of the Maj - Bagstock type, who was as masculine, dashing, and abrupt as the other was the reverse of it all. One seldom sees au old beau of the dashing military type now. however, and the gushers among the male sex are not popular. Lady's men !mve changed amazingly—their manners are subdued, dignified, and exclusive, they seldom dance, their brows are heavy, and they only smile after due deliberation and with a high regard for effect. The most solemn, earnest, and apparently abstracted man of my acquaintance is a tremendous masher whose sway is acknowledged from one end of New York to the other. He wears loose-fitting clothes of an inconspicuous pattern aud cut, makes no pretensions to foppery, and is not particularly handsome. He is exceedingly careful of the small courtesies of life,' his biM with florists averages §3OO a month, he is continually making inexpensive but interesting presents, and he is the soul of discretion. Eveywhere he goes he is besieged, but his sallow face never lights up and he pursues the business of subduing the feminine heart with the analytical care, determination, and skill of a chemist conducting a series of dangerous and important experiments. In personal appearance Father Ryan was a very striking man. He had a clear, open countenance and a lofty forehead. His eyes were blue and kindly. Besides being a poet, he was a musician. He would frequently go to the house of one of his parishioners, and, telling the servant not to call any one, would take his seat at the piano. With a cigar between his teeth, he would play and improvise for hours, and upon coming back to the things of this world would be surprised to find that he had spent four or five hours in perfect ignorance of his surroundings. —Louisville Courier-Journal. COLD CLOTHES! The beat grade of seersuckers coats and vests at Tom Wolfe’s, for $1.50; cheap grade, 75 cts.

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