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RND HENRY COUNTY NEWS.
ESTABLISHED A. D. 1852.
NAPOLEON, O., THURSDAY, DECEMBER 20, 1894.
VOL. XLII-NO. 44.
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tion. OLD HICKORY'S WAYS.
Two Characteristic Stories of Jack ton's
Btuntnesa When lie Was President.
General Armstrong, assistant com
missioner of Indian affairs, thinks that
Andrew Jackson was one of the greatest
men this country over produced and
has a number of 6tcries which were told
him by hi uncle, who was an intimate
friend of Old Eickory. Oho of them is
very characteristic of the man.
Lewis Cass, 6ecrotary or war, was
. over at the White House ono day with
some important papers for the president
to sign, among tkeia being a court mar
"Cass, what is this?" inquired Jack-
eon as he was about to write his name
to the document.
"It is a court martial," answered
"What have I to do with it?" asked
"It dismisses an officer from the serv
ice, and the president must sign such or
ders." ... Jackson toyed with the paper aud
said musingly: "Dismisses him from
thAfirmy, eh? Why?"
Drunkenness; getting drunk and
falling down ou parade or something of
that kind," answered the secretary.
"Who ordered the court?" asked Jack
son. "General Scott, " answered Cass.
"Who is it?" inquired the president,
with more interest.
"Inspector General Kraun, " replied
"Whafcl" shouted Jackson. "My old
friend Krannl Cass, just read what
that paper says. "
The secretary read the usual form of
the court uicrtial sentence in such cases.
The president then took the paper and
wrote across the bottom where he was
about to sign his name:
"The within findings are disapprov
ed, and Colonel Kraun is restored to
his duty and rank. ''
He passed the paper back to Secreta
ry Cass and said, with his usual vehe
mence: ' 'By the Eternal, Cass, when you and
Scott serve your country as well as that
man has you can get drunk on duty ev
A young man from Tennessee, son of
a friend of General Jackson's, came tc
Washington for a place. He looked
about and found what he wanted. It
was in the war department and filled
by a very efficient Whig, whom Secre
tary Cass would cot remove. The young
man told Jackson the situation, and
Cass was sent for.
"Cass," said the president, "this
young man, son of my old friend, says
tou have got a place in the war depart
ment filled by a Whig which you won't
give him. "
Secretary Cass explained that the
duties of the office were of a peculiar
kind, and he could get no one to fill the
place if the man now in it should be re
- moved. Jackson flared up.
"By the Eternal, Cass, do you mean
to tell me you have an office in your de
partment filled by a Whig which can't
be filled by a Democrat? Then abolish
The young man got his place. Wash
The Boy Believed In God's Promise, bnl
, ' Was a Bit Scared.
Boys that is, small boys have queer
ideas in their little beads, often finding
expression in unique speech. That
they are truthful, or at least intend to
be so, goes without saying. During the
recent local flood a little boy about 6
years old stood at the window watching
the rain as it rained. It seemed to him
that he had never seen anything like it;
had never in his brief experience no
ticed such strong indications of a regu
lar old fashioned flood. Finally he con
fided his fears to his mother, asking if
she didn't think that God was going to
drown out the world again.
Here was the golden opportunity for
impressing upon the mind of confiding
childhood the teachings of the Bible. So
she said calmly, "Don't you remember,
Archibald, that yoa learned in Sunday
school that God promised that he
wouldn't drown the world again?" The
little fellow watched the increasing rain
a moment in silence while he pondered
earnestly on the momentous question.
"Yes," he said slowly, "yes, I s'pose
I've got to believe what God says, but
but" and he shut his lips hard
"but this is adovil of a shower."
Stillwater (Minn.) Gazette.
He looked yet again. ,
Gathering his bathrobe more closely
about him, Li Hung Chang retreated at
the rate of six miles an hour, while the
emperor, with his two carpetbags and a
shawl strap, was left far In the rear. De
troit Tribune. '
with a Proviso.
I am resolved in nlwty flTw
To ((Wear off cigarettea.
And on the track, as I bar dona,
I'll make no racing beta.
With polcer chip I'll play no mora
I had enough of that.
I'll take no girl to are the play
Who wear too large a hat.
I ahall not look upon the wins
When it is deeply red.
But quite perslsU-ntly I'll taka
Hy Adam'a ale Instead.
In ninety-five I am reaolTed
To an Ye a goodly earn.
And when it comes to good hard work
I'm going to make things hum.
But these resolves for ninety-fire
Are made conditionally.
And that is that the girl I love
Does not go back on me.
A MISER'S NEW YEAR.
BT M. QUAD.
Copyright, ISM, by American Press Associa
tion. "Miser Jones" that was what ev
erybody called him, and the title did
not displease him. Indeed it rather flat
tered him. To be a miser meant the
possession of money, and money was his
god. There were people who could re
member him as a young man and a
spendthrift, but they were very few.
To look at him one would wonder if he
"IT IS A GOOD DAT FOB ME!"
had ever been young. He appeared to
be 60 years old when people first began
to call him Miser Jones, and the passage
of time did not appear to affect him.
He was wrinkled and skinny and white
haired, and men said he would have
been dim of sight but for the greed of
gain which burned in his eyes till they
shone like a wolf's.
Miser Jones had relatives, but for
fear they might want money he cut
loose from them. He owned several
houses, but that he might not take from
the rent he lived in a miserable room
and fared little better than a dog. He
had money to lend, and he exacted usu
rf. There were no days of grace for one
in his debt. Prompt payment must be
made, and to the last penny, and nei
ther words nor tears would move him.
No charity, no church, no beggar, ever
extracted one cent from Miser Jones.
He cared nothing for the trials and mis
fortunes of others, and he was never af
fected by what men said of him except
when some one observed that he could
not take his money beyond the grave.
That idea alone upset him and detract
ed from his happiness. He spent hours
in wondering if it could not be done,
and sometimes he was on the point of
asking a lawyer to .so arrange matters
that his money should at least be buried
The New Year dawned bleak and cold
and dreary. There was a high wind,
and the air was full of whirling snow,
and even had it not been a holiday few
people would have moved away from
their firesides unless forced to.
"It is a good day for me a fine
day!" chuckled Miser Joixes as he look
ed out on the deserted streets and up at
thefjeaden sky. "No one will disturb
me today, and I may sit down and
count up my wealth. I am richer than
a year ago today, much richer, but I
want to know the figures to a shilling
to a penny. They call me Miser Jones,
bnt I can laugh at their sarcasm and
abuse. Now we will figure. "
Miser Jones had bonds and mortgages
and notes and a bank account. He knew
the sum total within a dollar, but it
wag a keen delight for him t sit down
and cast up interest again and add it to
"SEE! I HAVE BROUGHT THE BOOK."
the principal. With greedy look and
trembling fingers he brought out his
memoranda and pencil and soon forgot
the storm aud the outside world.
"So yon are figuring again, Miser
Jot es, closing the account of the old
year and opening with the new?"
The old man leaped from his chair
with a shout of surprise. No ono had
knocked at the door. He was alone iu
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the room. The voice bad come from one
abated on the opposite side of the table,
bat he looked and rubbed his eyes and
saw only vacancy.
"Sit down, Miser Jones. Sit down
while we talk together a bit," contin
ued the voice as the windows rattled in
the storm and a skurry of snow blew
Into the room under the door and reach
ed almost to the old man's feet.
He looked all about him in a dazed
and wondering way and sat down.
"The old year has ended, the new
begun, Miser Jones. Human life is
counted by days and weeks and months
and years. On the tombstones of the
dead yoa may read that they who sleep
beneath lived so many years, months
and days. It is meant that each and ev
ery man should sit down at the begin
ning of a new year and write the record
of the old. Yon are an old man. Yoa
have lived beyond the time allotted to
man. Your hand shakes as your fingers
guide the pencil. You have been mak
ing figures. Let me take the pencil and
help you. "
"But I want no help!" protested the
old man. "You have no right here!
Yon were not asked to come! Leave me,
or I will call for help!"
"Yon are figuring on dollars and
cents," said the voice. "There is a long
column of figures, and I will look them
over with you and help yon to find the
sum total. Yon have first recorded the
sum of $300. That is money yoa loan
ed to a hardworking mechanic and took
a mortgage on his home. Misfortune
bad come to him and still pursues him.
You hoped that more trouble would
come to him, and it has. You figured
from the first that you would get pos
session of his home for half its value,
and yesterday, when he came to you
with trembling lips and pleaded misfor
tune, your heart was like stone. Today
you are figuring on your profit. "
"But he came to me to borrow and was
willing to pay the interest!" protested
"Here is the sum of $750," contin
ued the voice. "You lent a widow 800
on a mortgage and foreclosed it and
Jrove her out of her home. You figure
that you mado $450 on that deal. She
came to you and wept and prayed, but
you rubbed yonr wrinkled hands in sat
'One must have a profit when he
lends money," replied Miser Jones as
he looked at the figures with satisfac
tion. "Here is the Bum of $600. Yon loan
ed money to the owner of a small facto
ry to help start him again after he had
been crippled by fire, but what . the
flames left you soon took possession of.
Yes, you made a clean $600 on that
transaction. I find the sum of $200 and
$275 and $300, a long column of fig
ures here to show the profits of the year
just ended and add Jo your fortune. Mi
ser Jones, you are a rich man."
"Yes, yes a rich man! I like to hear
you say I am rich I"
"But yon are an old man. You can
not hope to live a great while longer."
"But I shall live for years and years.
I am not so old as yoa think. Don't
talk to me cf death. "
"You are an old man, and your time
has almost come," continued the voice.
"You have laid up treasure on earth.
SOME ONE CRIED OCT THAT MISER JONES WAS
Let us see what is to your credit in
heaven. There is no money beyond the
grave. The souls of the dead ore judged
by past deeds and not by the amount of
gold and Bilver left behind. Take the
pencil, Miser Jones. It shall be left to
you to make the record. Have you had
sympathy for the ragged and shivering
and hungry fellow men who passed your
"But all of them were impostors!"
"Men and women have appealed to
you in sickness and misfortune as one
fellow man has the right to appeal to an
other. How have you responded to those
"I can't always be giving and giv
ing!" "Without religion earth would be a
desert and man a savage. All that is
good and noble and beautiful comes
from our faith in God. What have you
done to aid the cause?"
"It costs a great lot of money to keep
up so many churches!" sighed the old
"There afo destitute widows, father
less children and grieving orphans,
whom it is our duty to assist Even a
kind word to such is placed to our rec
ord in heaven. Write down your credit,
The old man had nothing to write,
no word of reply.
"AH around you hearts have ached.
Tears of sorrow have been shed. Men
have cursed their God because of the
coldness of the world. - Have yon
brought a ray of sunlight to a single one
one of those?"
Miser Jones bad no answer.
"What has your life been made up of?
Avarice, selfishness, greed. Yon have
sinned against God and man and your
self. In your greed of gain you have throt-
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KEW YE AE THOUGHTS
BEEN AND IS
The Superstitions and the Caning Prac
tice Why the Cwtom of Making Calls
Baa Abated A Bay of Freshness and
DAY, though not
Tan. 1 always, has
bsen celebrated re-
'igiously or socially
From time imme
morial. The ancient
Romans consecrated it to Janus, who,
it was thought, controlled all begin
nings and made sacrifices to him. They
exchanged gracious greetings and
wishes and gave presents to friends and
kindred. The church condemned its so
cial observations and turned it into a
religious festival. The Hebrews, the
Chinese and other peoples, pagans and
noupagans, regard it superstitiously, at
taching the utmost importance to its
We Americans in the last quarter of
the nineteenth century are supposed to
be wholly free from superstition. But
are wo? Not a few of us still imagine
that there is something auspicious in
New Year's day; that as we begin the
year we may so close it. We are solicit
ous, therefore, to resolve to relinquish bad
habits then, under the impression that
we shall relinquish them altogether. In
other words, we deteYmine on that day
to turn over a new leaf, as we have
probably determined for many previous
years, and there our determination and
reformation end. T(iis is exactly the
way tho old Romans acted more than
30 centuries since, which proves that
we have not advanced much in reason
ableness, despite our assumptions to the
contrary. It is a problem whether men
who continue in mature life to yield to
their weaknesses or fail to rectify their
faults are capable of correcting them
selves. Whether capable or incapable,
they rarely do so. Their good resolutions
seldom bear fruit. They terminate, for
the most part, in words, in promises to
themselves, in mookaries of perform
ance. What a man is at 40 he is apt to
remain. No amoant of New Year's re
solves will help him who is not full of
virtuous endeavor. Jan. 1 dawns bright
ly to the mind, but the succeeding days
conclude dismally as to achievement.
Nevertheless its recurrence must ever
be pleasant. If it doastnot bring accom
plishment, it at least brings hope, and
hope nerves us to bear our burdens, to
discharge our duties. Then welcome
New Year's. We dearly love to think
that the cares and troubles of the old
year, which so largely spring from our
temperament, will not invade the new
Originally New Year's was intended
not for a universal, miscellaneous
calling day, without motive or pro
priety, into which it ultimately degen
erated. It was. intended for a day when
men who had been prevented during
the year by business or any condition of
circumstances from keeping up their
friendship or acquaintance with women
they liked or esteemed should make so
cial atonement for apparent neglect and
renew their pleasant relations. The idea
was excellent and commendable, as
was tb custom, and before this city
grew to be such a Babylon the oalls
were agreeable, often delightful, to
makers and receivers. But the city be
came too big, and the community that
assumed to represent society in some
manner, more or less remote, became
too heterogeneous. The custom was
grossly abused. Many men and women
thought only of the number of calls,
ignoring quality for quantity, and some
times the scenes indoors and outdoors
waxed disreputable from overindul
The better sort of people, repelled by
the license prevalent, refused to "re
ceive" any longer. The smart set who
had long believed calling too "common"
they declared, with their pretense of
superiority, that it had grown vulgar
set themselves and their influence firm
ly against it. They refused to see visit
ors on that day and soon after shut up
their houses and fled to the country,
thus setting the seal of fashion on their
last decision, which speedily met with
social approval. The fact was that re
spectable folk had got tired of the ex
treme to which calling had been car
ried, and the coarse, objectionable class
could not sustain it alone. So the whole
thing fell to pieces here, and there is no
probability of its reconstruction in the
The custom extended long ago to oth
er cities and is still followed. But as
the metropolis makes the mode its du
ration is doubtful. New Year's is yet a
holiday holidays are always whole
some and business of all kinds is sus
pended. Sons, husbands, fathers, now
stay at home, instead of racing about
town, tiring and boring themselves to
little purpose, and they are gainers,
along with their families, by the change.
New Year's in its old guise has passed
away. But New Year's with its quiet,
domestic accompaniments has come to
remain. The world moves. And New
Year's is still New Year's, with its sense
of freshness, repose and recovered hope.
Dr. Price's Cream Baking Powder
World's Fair Highest Medal and Diploma.
. -' r
over the Royal at the Chicago World's
The judge of awards on baking pow
der writes that the claim by another
company to have received the highest
award is false; that no such award
was given to it.
The Royal Baking Powder is the
purest and strongest baking powder
made, and has received the highest
award at every fair, wherever exhibited
in competition with others.
On, who does not esteem a frk'nd,
AlMve all other tkinjjs attend,
To speak to na when we are sad,
To rejoice with us when vra ere glad?
To mingle with onr friend on carta,
In joy or sorrow, woe or mirth?
Ii is tho meaning true of life.
We live within this world of strife.
But Borne people do not euro to lend!
And know no blessings ef a friend,
Eut pasH away the time till, lol
Their days are done und they must go.
To him whoe'er mi3hap attend
And lives this life without a friend,
Of all the mishaps we recall,
'Twere. better not to have been born ct n'd.
Homespun in Burlington Hnwkeye.
HOW HE PROPOSED.
FX ad Thing's All Arranged, but Had to Ac
cept a Compromise.
John Duross is a young and enterpris
ing commission man of Pittsburg. No
one ever accuse 1 him of being eccentric
until recently. John is a popular fellow
with the gentler sex, but until a few
weeks ago had withstood all their blan
dishments. Finally, however, he ac
knowledged himself whipped and pro
posed. This is tho way he did it.
He bought a house and lot one morn
ing, and in the afternoon took the fu
ture Mrs. Duross for a drive.
"I've concluded we'll get married,"
he said as the smokestacks of the smok
iest city ou earth grew faint and far
"Well, " responded the young lady,
with a gasp, "I presume you will ac
cord me the privilege of something to
say about such an important matter, es
pecially since I have been selected for
the victim," and she began to frown
"Yon must and shall say 'Yes.' Now,
listen. I've got the cage, aud we will
go down town together tomorrow and
get the roosts and tubs and things that
belong to cages."
"Why, Mr. Duross! Really, you as
tound me with your assurance. Please
take me home."
Instead, John whipped np and drove
farther away from the stacks.
"After we get the mansion fixed up
I will go and get a license, we'll get
spliced, and as I have to go to Florida
next week for a train load cf oranges
you can call it your wedding trip.
The poor girl was paralyzed, but
managed to protest.
"No use, Meliss, I have planned it all
out, and it will be that way.
"But, Jack, I have no clothes for
such an occasion, and besides I've got
some goodbys to say. I shall want at
least six mouths for preliminaries."
"Clothes be hanged 1" exclaimed Jack
as he urged his horse to travel faster.
"I have only four suits of clothes, and
you have a dozen dresses at least I'm
sure you have, "for Jack didn't know
whether she had two gowns or twe
dozen. He simply made a guess.
And so, after a great deal of arguing,
a compromise on four weeks' time was
That evening Duross related the cir
cumstances to a boon companion and
wound np by saying:
"I'll tell you what it is, Bill, women
are the most perverse creatures in the
world. To think of that girl wanting
ix months' time for such a blowout!
Vfhy, a week was long enough, and I
don't understand why Meliss should
kick for more time. But I won the day.
Still I had to postpone my Florida trip,
and I'll bet a $9 cuspidor that orange
will be out . of sight when I get there
But Meliss is worth a thousand train-
loads of fruit, aud I expect we bad bet
ter have another cold bottle; " Chicago
Ho Two Gentlemen Wer. Foiled In aa
. Attempt to Earn Tbeir Bread.
Yesterday afternoon a stranger stopped
on the sidewalk opposite a vacant build
ing on the West Side and stared intently
at one of the upper windows. Several
loungers, moved by idle curiosity, grad
ually aathered about him and directed, an
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official reports show that no
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ROYAL SAKIfJO POWDJS 00., 106 WALL ST., NCW-VOIM.
mqniring gnze at "the same wmoDW,Tu
could see nothing.
"I saw a queer looking man go Into
that house a few minutes ago," he mut
tered as if talking to himself. "Ho start
ed up the stairs nnd then came back and
shut the door, ns it ho was afraid somebody
was watching him. I wonder what ao'&
Momentarily t!;n crowd on tho sidowalk
grew larger, Imt the striiiijjcr kept his eyes
fixod on that window und continued tc
muttor to hhiisi'.. f.
Presently a wild leuklns man appeared
at that window. lie i';;!-"'l it, thnu-t Ills
head out and glanced i..: . Ivel.v up and
down tho street. Then, if becoming
suddenly aware of tho p:: su."- "'f the
crowd on tlio sidewalk, tow nuni " iR
100 or more, ho drew back und closf.: ; r
window, but raised it uguin almost luimo
diatoly and leaned out.
"What do you wi!t?" ho said deflantly,
pushing his hnt buck on his head.
What are you thcro for? demanded
the Rtrangcr on tho sidewalk.
'Whut am 1 here forf" ho rejoined
fiercely. "I don't know that it's any of
your business. Do you own these prom
'I thought not. If I choose to come
into a vacant building nnd take a look
through it, with a view possibly of occu
pying it, I don't see why the whole town
should gather round as if I was an escap
ed lunatio ir a giraffe at largo. But since
you are here, gentlemen," he continued,
opening up a small valise and taking out
something wrapped up in a paper, "allow
mo to call your attention to a little article
of my own preparation which I call the
Lightning Toilot Soap and Dirt Eomover,
and which I warrant equally good for
shaving, cleaning grease Bpots from cloth
ing or for use in tho bathroom, warrant
ed not to injure tho most dolicate skin,
but on the contrary especially suitable for
infants, and I sell it hy the cake for 5
cents, half a dime, one nickel, tho twen
tieth part of a dollar, and if one of you
will mount this box on the wnlk below
me and reach up a hat or any othor article
of clothing with a grease spot on it I will
take pleasure in showing yoa. how quiet
ly what's your hurry, gentlemen?"
Silently but swiftly the crowd melted
away until only the original stranger
The man at the window closed it, enme
down stairs and out of tho building and
'I told you it wouldn't wort, liiggins,
he said, with deep disgust, as thoy walked
away. Chicago Tribune.
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by the 1st of October, and all accounts
must be settled by cash or by note
October 1st, '94.
F. A. ROWE.
Ridgeviile Corners, 0
JOHN BULL'S HUMOR.
It Is of he Fat Wltted Kind ; That I What
Hawthorne, observing Englishmen in
England, speaks of them as "heavy
witted. ' ' Emerson alludes to their ' 'sav
ing stupidity. " Howells has introduced
to ns some typical specimens of English
respectability and rank baffled in their
chase after American humor, but on the
scent and arriving at tho point of ap
preciation after considerable silent
thought, sometimes lasting into the next
day, and here is the testimony of Low
ell, from his recently published "Let
ters." In a letter written in 1889 from
England to Professor Norton ho thus ex
plains the warm reception given to Buf
falo Bill by London society:
"But I think the true key to this
eagerness for lions, even of the poodle
sort, is the dullness of the average
English mind. I never come back here
without being struck with it Henry
James said it always stupefied him at .
first when he came back from the con
tinent. What it craves beyond every
thing is a sensation, anything that will
serve as a Worcestershire sauce to its
sluggish palata We of finer and more
touchy fiber get our sensations cheaper
and do not find Wordsworth's emotion
over a commoa flower so very wonder
ful. "People are dull enough on our side
of the ocean stream alsT, God wot, but
here, unless I know my people, I never
dare to let my mind gamliol. Most, of
them, if I ever do, look on like the fa
mous deaf man at the dancers, wonder
ing to what music I am capering. They
call us superficial Let ns thank God,,
dear Charles, that our nerveB are nearer
the surface, not so deeply imbedded in.
fat or muscle that wit must take a pitch
fork to us. " Outlook.
He said he thrilled with patriot zeal1 for
his beloved nation. Tho grand old glorious
commonweal thrilled him with admira
tion. He loved his land with love divine,
such love as patriots cherish. His life for
it he would resign, yield up his breath
Ho loved with fervor unconflnedi ita
laws aud constitution, and all his. heart
strings wore intwined around them In
profusion. But then his wrath couldn't
be appeased, bis oaths were loud to- hear,
becauso his taxes were increased soma, 13
cents a year. New York World.
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