The Syracuse Journal, Volume 3, Number 41, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 9 February 1911 — Page 2

Syracuse Journal W. G. CONNOLLY, Publisher. SYRACUSE, - - INDIANA. THE PEPYS OF THE “DIARY” He Was a Man of Importance in His Time, and Amazingly Belittled Himself. The wonderful thing abotti Mr. i Pepys is that a man should succeed lin making himself seem so insignificant when really he must have been a man of considerable character and attainments. Who would guess it who reads all these trivial comments, these catalogues of what he had for dinner, these inane domestic confidences—all the more interesting from their inanity? The effect left upon the mind' is of some grotesque character in a play, fussy, self-conscious, blustering with women, timid, trimming in politics, and in religion a garrulous gossip immersed always in trifles. And yet, though this was the day-by-day man, the year-by-year man was a very different person, a devoted civil - servant, an eloquent orator, an excellent writer, a capable musician and a ripe scholar who accumulated three thousand volumes — a large private library in those days—and had the public spirit to have them all to his university. You can forgive old Pepys a good deal of his philandering when you remember he was the only official of the navy office who stuck to his post during the worst days of the plague. He may have been —indeed, he assuredly was—a coward, but the coward who has sense of duty enough to overcome his cowardice in the most truly brave of mankind. But one amazing thing which will never 'be explained about Pepys is what on earth induced him to go to the incredible labor of writing down in short-hand cipher not only all the trivialities of his life, but even his own very gross delinquencies which any other man would have been only too glad to forget.—Conan Doyle in “Through the Magic Door.” Worked 17 Years to Free Husband. After 17 years years of unswerving effort Mrs. Chris Evans at last sees a prospect for the pardon of her husband, a life prisoner at Folsom, who, with John Sontag, for 11 months stood off California officers In a bushwhacking fight. While Chris Evans, with one eye and one hand shot away, has been languishing in his cell his plucky wife, left resourceless with four young children, has fought her way through, first at the washtub and’then, as her boys grew older, in easier ways, but never forgetting the imprisoned father and husband. During the 17 years Mrs. Evans has visited the prison at Folsom as often as her circumstances allowed, and never has a new governor been inaugurated in California that she has not laid her plea before him. Now she is informed that a parole is about to be granted.—Portland correspondence San Francisco Chronicle. Turpentine Distilled from Old Stumps. In a crude still J. A. McCullum extracted two gallons of strong turpentine from old fir stumps on his place east of the garrison. He says that turpentine in paying quantities can be extracted from old stumps, knots, limbs of trees and roots and that in clearing land he can get enough turpentine to pay for it from the old stumps which are burned and thus wasted. McCullum first made a small still from a five gallon oil can and a piece of gas pipe, which he used on his kitchen stove. The results were so satisfactory that he had a larger still made and it was with this he secured two gallons of turpentine the other day from a 30-gallon still. —Vancouver Correspondence Portland Oregonian. i Japan to Raise Sheep. Dt. loda Tanamura, dean of animal Industry of the University of *Tokyo, said that the Japanese government has secured stocks of sheep in this country for experimentation “Herds of goats and sheep have been sent from the United States to Japan,” said the doctor, “for the use of the Japanese government in developing stock raising. We raise a few sheep in , Japan, but no goats, and our purpose now is to get into the industry to a large extent, providing it proves profitable and feasible in our climate." Excellent Cough Mixture. Put four new laid eggs in a basin and squeeze enough lemon juice over them to completely cover; set them In a cool place with a plate over, in three or four days the eggs and shells will be nearly dissolved; beat them up with a foirk, shell as well as egg, add half a pound of brown sugar, and a quartier of a pint of rum, pour 5 into a bottle and take two or three tablespoonfuls every morning. A Regular Occupation. "No man can live in absolute Idleness,” said the ready-made philosopher. “That’s right. He’ll be reasonably busy some of the tithe If heroes no more than tear the leaves off all the calendars presented to him every Tear.” ; Novel. “He’s making a novel campaign, ■isn’t he?” 1 “Yes, he’s passing out good cigars.” f— Detroit Free Press.

CAP and BELLS "•““""’I POINTS IN POLITICAL GAME Young Man Is Told First Lesson in Politics Is to Know "Star-Spangled Banner.” Having decided to go into politics, a young man applied to a district leader for some points in the game. The boss handed him “The Star-Spangled Banner,” words and music. “Know that?” he asked. The young man confessed that he did not, except the first few lines. “Then,” said the district leader, “the first thing you’ve got to do is to learn it by heart, every word and every note. Go home and practice till you can sing it with as much voice and musical feeling as you have. It will carry you over many a strip of thin Ice. Every successful politician in the land has been saved from defeat at some critical moment by his ability to sing ‘The Star-Spangled Banner.’ If the fellows who have failed had known how to sing it, maybe they wouldn’t have fallen with such a thud. , “Later I may have a few more useful hints to impart, but make no mistake, the A B C of the political game is a working knowledge of ‘The StarSpangled Banner.’ ” —New York Sun. Getting His Money’s Worth. “Yeas,” drawled the veneral postmaster of Bacon Ridge, “when Silas Shanks was up in Chicago he rode about in a taxicab an’ they charged him $4 an hour. It almost broke his heart.” “That so!” commented the molasses salesman. “Yeas, but Sile got even. He bought a second-handed taxicab at an auction sale an’ now he rides around all day an’ every hour he calculates that he’s saved $4.” HER PREFERENCE. Flossie —Would you rather be a marchioness or a countess? Bessie —I think I’d rather be a countess. FlosSie —A marchioness is higher than a countess. Bessie—Yes, but a countess is easier to spell. f Demise Uncertain. There was a new play to be given by the stock company and the heavy villain was starting off for rehearsal. “And, by the way, Julius,” asked his wife, “what time will you be home (or supper—B, 9 or 10 o’clock?” . “I can’t tell you now, Bedelia,” responded the Thespian, as he slipped on his SI,OOO overcoat. “I have forgotten which act I die in.” To& Close Now. Subbubs —I don’t know anybody that my wife hates more than the Jenkinsons. Citiman —Why, she used to think pretty well of them. Subbubs —Yes, but that was before they moved In next door to us.—Catholic Standard and Times. Might Get the Hook. “Why don’t you write a rhyme about bank embezzlers?” some one asked a busy bard. "I would do so,” he answered, "If I thought It were safe to rhyme ‘lawyer* with ‘paranoia.’ ” Belated Popularity. Asklit—Was Skinner what you would call a popular man? Knoltt —Well, he never had much of a following while alive, but he had a big funeral. A Stock Phrase. "I fear he isn’t a finished political orator.” ‘•Why not?" "Because he never refers to the voter’s ‘inalienable right.”*

PECULIAR WAYS IN COUNTRY City Teacher Knew Mathematics, but Little Tow-Headed Daughter of Farmer Knew Sheep. A city young woman went out t< ; teach a country school. The class Is arithmetic was before her. She said: ! “Now, children, if there are ter j sheep on one side of a wall, and one ! sheep jumps over, how many sheep | will be left?" Then up piped *the little tow-headed j daughter of a farmer: “No sheep, teacher; no sheep.” “Oh, oh," cried the city young worn- | an, reproachfully, “you are not so j stupid, as that; think again. If there were ten sheep on one side of the wall, and one sheep jumped over, nine I sheep would be left; don’t you see that?” “No, no, no,” persisted the child. “If one sheep jumped over, all the others would jump after. My father keeps sheep.” Then seing the puzzled look on the teacher’s face, the little towhead explained, apologetically: “You know mathematics, teacher; but, you see, I know sheep.” CLEVER POINT. yjOiJack—Yes, Grace trusts me. I am sure of-it, because she admitted her age to me. Tom —Wasn’t that clever of her? Jack —How do you mean? Tom —Why—er—clever to make you believe it! Absent-Minded. “Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?” begins the minister, when the bridegroom, Mr. Chectln Stox, the eminent financier, ■interrupts with: “I don’t remember.’’ Then, seeing the looks of amazement on the faces of all, he realizes where he is and exclaims: “I beg your pardon! For the moment I was thinking about my trial last week. Certainly I take her.”— Life. More Territory. “I envy you,” says the very thin man. “I wish I had your weight. Here I am, a skinny, dyspeptic creature, suffering half the time with stomach ache!” “Envy me!” chuckles the very fat man. “Why, what if you do have the stomach ache half the time? Think what a little bit of a stomach ache you can have. Now, when I have the stomach ache it amounts to something.”—Life. ‘ Quite Prosaic. “Do you observe the young chap with a cigarette in his mouth?” “Yes.” "I saw him yesterday on his knees to a beautiful heiress.” “Did you surprise them very much?” “No; she merely remarked that she didn’t think the shoe was small enough.” Works Both Ways. Bookkeeper—Mr. Spotcash, I think I ought to have a bigger salary. The, high cost of living makes It impossible for me to save any money on $25 a week. Employer—l’m sorry, Williams, but the high cost of living makes it impossible for me to pay you any more. Beastly weather, isn’t it? Not That Way. "I wish I were an actor star!” "What makes you wish that?” "So I wouldn’t have to work.” “Indeed, actor stars have to work.” “No, they don’t. All these papers I’ve been reading talk about the stars being supported by their companies.” One on Him. "Sometimes I think all the women should be transported beyond the sea,” remarked the dyed-in-the-wool woman hater. “Yea, give us a stag nation.” “Yes,” retorted the crispy young club woman, “that is just what it would be—a stagnation." Helping the Gentle Reader. “Who is that Mr. Flubber you are always writing about?” asked the fair querist. “Oh,” he’s an imaginary person," answered the jokesmith. “I should think you’d publish a w cast of characters sometimes.” No Use for College Education. Willis —Why don’t you put that cob lege son of yours at a trade? Gillis (sadly)—What could I trade him for? —Judge.

; In the Mask ’ By JAMES BARDIN (Copyright, 1910, by Associated Literary Press.) “Clayton proposed to me tonight,” confided Ruth, demurely. “He’s an awful flirt," said her friend, Jane Barron, mischievously. “A man’s a man.” “What did you tell him?" Ruth dimpled. “Nothing—much. I asked for time to consider. I know he’s a great heartbreaker, and all the girls are wild about him. But I’ve never heard of his proposing to any one. So —so he rather took me by surprise.” “Do you love him?” asked Jane, softly. ' “Yes," said Ruth, blushing. “Then why didn’t you accept him?" “Somehow, I can’t feel sure that he loves me. I may be one of his many fancies.” “He has never proposed to anyone before,” reminded Jane. “I know. He cares for me now. For weeks —months, nearly, he hasn’t looked at anybody else. But I’m not sure that he cannot be tempted." “Wait until Mardi Gras. ’ New Orleans is full of pretty women then,” suggested Jane. “Hitherto Clayton has lost his head to every mask —” Ruth caught her friend’s hand. ’’Wait—” she cried, and thought for a moment The two pretty heads bent together and Ruth outlined a plan. “It —it’s daring,” said Jape. “Will you help me?” “Os course, dear. A staid young married woman like me loves to see others made happy. And—l like Clayton.” Three nights later Clayton Moran left his coffee house and took his aci rw will fi ~ nil sSWaI / I v—k ~Z? — | ip 111 - II I She Wore a Mask. customed way toward his home. He passed through the old French quarter, that nest of romance in the heart of New Orleans. It was late, and he was walking fast. “M’sieu!” said a soft voice. Clayton stopped and peered up at the balcony whence had come the call. He was in the light, but the balcony was shaded and he could see nothing. Something struck him on the face, involuntarily he caught at it, and grasped a bit of paper rolled into a ball. He was about to toss it away, half angry that some unknown person was making sport of him. “Ah,” warned the voice from the balcony. Clayton opened the paper. It was a note, written in a delicate, femidink hand. “Mr. Clayton Moran,” he read, “if you wish an adventure, go tonight to the corner of Rue de la Chaise and Avenue Bb.-qc. There you will find a carriage. The driver will say to you: ‘Nine o clock,’ and you must reply ‘At ten.’ Get into the carriage and ask no questions. I need assistance, and have sent for you. You may trust “The devil,” muttered Clayton. *How did they know me? For twentieth century New Orleans, this is not bad. Lady in distress, eh? I’m ripe for an adventure, my lady. don’t know what Ruth would say to this, but I’ll be discreet.” He turned on his heel and went to I find the carriage. It was at the appointed place, and soon Clayton was Tolling through the streets. He tried to keep his senses of locality, but tailed —the carriage turned too many corners. When it finally drew up In a dark courtyard, Clayton had no Idea of where he was. A door in front of him opened, and he entered a dark hall. A hand grasped him and he was led down the passage. “Gad,” said he. “I’m a fool. I ■wish I had my revolver.” Another door opened and Clayton was pushed into a dimly lighted room. He heard a piano played softly, and when he became accustomed to the light he saw a woman seated at the instrument. He waited. Presently the woman turned. She wore a mask. “M’sieu Clayton, is It not?” she asked in French.

"Yes,” replied Clayton, recovering a little from his astonishment He strove to pierce the covering of black silk. Her chin was exquisite. “You may call me—Margot” said the woman with a little laugh. “I mask my name as well as my face, you see.” “Margot, it is a crime to mask what must be so lovely.” “The name—or the face?” she fenced. “To judge the name from what I can see of the face—both,” he replied. “M’sieu flatters.” Clayton approached. “Why do you wear a mask?" he asked. “That will be known —presently,” she replied. “Will you be seated? I must talk rapidly.” Clayton sat down. The room was in semi-darkness. He could recognize nothing. “Will you answer one question?” he asked. “Where am I?” Margot looked at his steadily. “M’sieu,” she asked, ignoring his quetion, “are you married?" “No.” “Will you marry me?” “Clayton looked at her stupefied. “Will I—”he cried. Margot watched him narrowly. Sh< was very beautiful. “I am in earnest,” she went on, aft era moment. “My father left a will If I am not married before my twentieth birthday, I shall lose s large fortune. To-morrow — I an twenty.” Clayton nodded mutely. “I made a mistake. I dallied with my suitors not realizing how fast times flies. The day drew near, and there was no one for me to marry.'' “Why did you chose me?” iron ically. “I know you well. You have danced witht me, played tennis with me—even made love to me. Did I not weal this mask —. Well, I like you. You are a gentleman, and I know I car trust you. You pass this house everj night on your way home from the coffee nouse, and thought of this plan to interest you—to arouse youi sense of romance. If you will marry me, you need only sign the banns and never see me again, if you desire. There can be a divorce. And you would be given SIO,OOO for youi trouble.” t Clayton studied the mask. What sort of arap is this? The woman seemed a lady. But — “I cannot oblige you,” he said. “1 am sorry. But lam pledged to another.” Margot came and stood before him. “Am I not beautiful?" she asked softly. “As beautiful as a siren,” he replied. She was tempting him. “You love some one else?" “Yes.” “Could you not love me?” Clayton rose to his feet. “There is no use trying to tempt me,” he said, resolutely. “There was a time when I should have met you half way in any mad scheme. But that is changed —now I have lost my propensity for falling in love with every pretty face. I do not know why you sent for me—” “You doubt me?” She was sobbing. Clayton thought her very lovely. He softened a little. “I apologize,” he said. “But you must understand that I have refused your request. I shall go to my club, if you wish, and send you a man who will be willing to marry you—for $10,000; so you can save your fortune. And I’ll send a gentleman.” “Why won’t you marry me?” “There is only one woman I wish to marry,” he said. “I am willing to try to provide you with a husband—’’ “You are very kind,” she breathed. “You are very faithful, m’sieur.” “I trust I am,” said Clayton. “She’s worth it—the girl I shall marry.” Suddenly the light went out Clayton felt himself caught in soft arms, and softer lips brushed his own. “My dear,” whispered Margot’s voice, “you do love me—and have proved it” She released him. In a moment there was a blaze of light Margot had disappeared. Clayton looked about him. Things looked strangely familiar now that he could see more clearly. “By the gods,” he cried, “this is Jane Barron's house, as I live.” . He heard a slight noise, and turned. It was Margot returned, without the mask. Clayton hesitated for an instant, then he caught her in his arms. “Ruth!” he cried. Moose Hunter’s Mistake. A Hartland hunter starting out afer a deer one day recently put a blanket on his horse before he put on the harness so that the animal would be warm. Arriving at a likely place he tied the horse beside a wood road and went into the woods. He had not traveled far when he struck an old road. Following this for about a mile he saw in the distance what he took to be a moose standing in the road. Taking careful alm he fired and much pleased to see the animal fall. He rushed up and found he had killed his own horse. The walk home was a long one. Fortitude Required, “Truth crushed to earth will rise again,” said the ready made philosopher. “Yes,” replied the discouraged ’■e former. “But a lot of aviators are liable to get hurt trying to keep her going.”

HERMITOfWABRSH Recluse to Spend Last Days With i Children in Paris. Ldvable Old Naturalist Whp Lived Thirty Years in a Cabin Near Terre Haute—Befriended s John Brown. Terre Haute, Ind. —From a cabin hermitage on the banks of the Wa- ’ bash to Paris, France, is the transi- | tion now being made by a recluse, known as Captain Roland B. Smythe, i who for thirty years had lived the I life of a hermit, though loving his I : I, —■ i / a d j Smythe and His Cabis-, fellow-men and welcoming them to the solitude of his cabin when they chose to come. Well educated, graduate of the Uni- j versity of Virginia, to have been on the staff of General Lee, a colonel ' at the close of the civil war, a confidant of John Brown in the last days of the man from Osawatomie while serving as an officer in the Virginia i guards on duty at Charlestown, the old man has preferred the isolation and life of a naturalist. He never became a misanthrope, nor disliked companionship. Once only did he leave his small home, twenty miles below Terre ; Haute, pre-empted when he arrived ■ there thirty years ago, and that was when he came to the city to witness i a theatrical performance, his son being a member of the company. Until ten years ago his children did not j know where he was. Then a woman! of evident refinement arriving at Merom, the nearest town, asked for a man named ‘Bussell” living as ■ Smythe did. That night he said to a friend: “My children have found me out, and want me to come back, but I want to live out my life here." Though a ready talker, he never ! grew reminiscent to the extent of disclosing his early life, except possibly to two or three men to whom he could trust his secret. One story is that his name is Caskey. Whatever it is he has finally yielded to the appeals of a son and daughter, who live in Paris to come to them. There is enough authentic information current In regard to him to furnish a few facts concerning his life. Besides i there is his own story of his intimate connection with John Brown after the latter was condemned to die for the raid on Harpers Ferry. At the end of the war, in 1865, Smythe, who had been rich, was poor and broken in health. He wished to get away from all that reminded him i of his former life, and, always a nature student, he chose a life of solitude in the middle west. For some years’he was on the Mississippi river, but there is no definite information as ; to what he did. Thirty years ago his houseboat put In at the banks of the Wabash. Some men on shore asked, “What his name might be.” He replied that it “might be Smythe.” "Captain?” they asked, half in jest, and he soberly replied that it was, ‘‘Captain Roland B. Smythe,” and so he was known for the thirty years. | He is now more than eighty years old, but has the appearance of a man i of fifty. He has still the military bearing first acquired in the Virginia | militia and later in the Confederate army. Smythe’s health improved steadily after he came to the banks of the river, notwithstanding he squatted in a place where the pioneers suffered .with chills and fever, widely known in the early days as “the Wabash shakes.” He has not been ill a day; reads without glasses, has a firm step and the grace of an athlete. He did not like publicity or notoriety, especially In the pose of a hermit, but he welcomed visitors, especially those with whom he could talk on matters worth while. Asked to write as a naturalist, if not of his reminiscences. he replied: “That would be a petty satisfaction of vanity, and if I became a successful writer it would defeat my purpose of living out my years as I am doing.” This was a few years ago. and, commenting on vanity, he said: “I have not seen my own face in any kind of mirror for eight years, except the disturbed reflection of the water." He preferred to live his song rather than to sing it. Long will the lovable old man b remembered by those who visited him. His gentle voice, sweet temperament, dignified and gracious bearing. He loved children and showed them ; photographs of his own, now grown to I manhood and womanhood.

THE SCHOOLS OF WESTERN CANADA In Some of the Cities and Towne the School Buildings Cannot Accommodate the Increasing Numbers. One of the most Important factors In the building of a new country la the attention that is paid by the authorities to the education of the rising generation. Fortunately for western Canada, the settlement of that new country began in such recent years that it was able to lay a foundation for this work, gained by the experience of older countries. In this way the very best is the result Throughout the entire country are to be seen the most Improved style of architeoture in school buildings. The cltlea and towns vie with each other In the i efforts to secure the best of accom'modation and at the same time get architectural lines that would appeal. Sufficient to say that nowhere is there the greater attention paid to elementary and advanced education than in western Canada. A report just to hand shows that in Calgary, Alberta, there are eighty teachers employed, and the enrollment 4,228 pupils. In the Province of Alberta there was a total of 46,000 pupils attending schools in 1909. The total enrollment for the year in city, town and village schools was 22,883, and the total in rural ' ” schools was 23,165. There are in the province 970 schools with 1,328 departments. At the close of 1909 there was a total of 1,096 school districts in the province. Great attention is paid also to agricultural education. The best uses of the soil and such other matters as tend to make the agriculture less of a drudge and more of a success are employed. When there is the combination of good soil, splendid climate and healthy and advanced ! ideas in the methods employed ini agriculture, we see accomplished the results that have placed western Canada on its present high plane in thek agricultural world. There is to bq> found men of high standing in llteri ary spheres as well as in financial circles who are carrying on farming, not alone for the pleasure they derive but for the profit they secure. Mr. Adler, a wide-awake business man of New York, has a ranch near Strap*— more, Alberta. He is highly with his success the past year. He / I say,: "On July 25th we estimated our/erop at 6,000 bushels of wheat A week later we Increased our estimate to 12,000 bushels. A few days laterW again increased our estimate, this time to 18,000 bushels, but after harvest tn September we found we had 1 20,150 bushels. If that isn’t a record, what is?” be asked. “This crop was made with practlcally no moisture,” he continued, "and we now have a better opinion of the fertility of Alberta lands than ever and value our lands higher than we ever did before.” " Mr. Adler, who has been on the ranch for about a week, leaves for New York Saturday. ° This gentleman is conducting a farm on a large scale, and has plenty of means to develop it, and his may not ibe taken as a fair case. There are, though, instances of thousands who have begun life on small farms in western Canada with but brains and the determination over and above the couple of hundred dollars in ready money that they possessed, and today are owners of large farms and handsome incomes, all the result of their efforts on land that was responsive to the touch of the hand that held the i plow. Instances such as these can be quoted if you will communicate with the nearest Canadian government agent, who will also mail you free descriptive literature. A Corner In Candles. As an example of trusts and monopolies prevalent even in that early day it may be mentioned that in 1750 one Benjamin Crabb obtained the exclusive right to make sperm candles in Massachusetts for .14 years. A year later, however, a factory was started in Providence, R. L, and with,in the decade there were eight factories in New England and one in Philadelphia. Their output greatly reduced the price of candlqs, which not long before sold for five shillings a pound. In those days $1.25 was worth ; fully three times as much as it is now. —From the Designer. Important to Mothers Examine carefully every bottle of CASTORIA, a safe and sure remedy for Infants and children, and see that it In Use For Over 30 Years. * The Kind You Have Always Bought So much we miss if love is weak, so much we gain if love is strong.—Helen Hunt Jackson. Dr. Pierce’s Pleasant Pellets regulate and invigorate stomach, liver and bowels. Sugar-coated, tiny granules, easy to take M candy. I had rather be kissed by an enemy than wounded by a friend tvho enjoyed the job. ONI.T ONB "BROMO QUTNTNi:." arer to Cure a Cold in Qm Bay. SBo. Young lovers and creditors always go through their mail with avidity. For an earlvJbreakfast nothing so good Mrs. Austins rancake Floor. The manly man makes altogether | the beet woman’s man.