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THE ARGUS, MONDAY. DECEMBER 7. 1908.
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Monday, December 7, 1903.
Bay your Chrintiuns prrHentM
nrly early In the day. That
will be your big;K"t gift of the
holidays to the worker behind
the counters and on the delivery
Trust the thermometer to hand us
a few low tricks.
You can see the smile on the face
of the merchant a block away this
The young man who tries to steal
a girl's heart should first make sure
fftat she has one.
Boni's suit will be a patched and
frazzled affair before the last word
has been spoken.
A sensible hat for women would
be one that looked all right even u
it wasn't on straight.
Ceylon gets the American battleship
fleet next, though the jackies are not
addicted to the afternoon tea habit.
Since .they have destroyed Paul
Revere they may yet prove that George
Washington was never president.
Evidently that model mine near
Pittsburg which killed so many men
the other day was built on a faulty
The snow which began to fall Sat
urday evening and spread a white
mantel for Sunday morning was the
first touch of real winter and awak
ened anew tLoughts of the approach of
the holiday season.
The republicans are more than will
ing to publish the campaign contribu
tions to the national fund, but are
bieathlessly silent on the amount that
was dumped into Illinois, Ohio, Indiana
and New York to carry those states.
Larry B. Sherman, who for four
years was president of the senate
and former speaker of the house and
all that time faithfully enacted his
part with hands folded across his
breast and "At Rest" written large all
over him, will run for mayor of Spring
field. Just what this combination of
ginger, vinegar and vitriol would do
with Springfield If he was Its chief
executive is problematical, but the
eyes of the nation would be on it in a
The-country will watch the move
ment to refoim the house rules, with
out tipping cut Speaker Cannon, with
considerable amusement. Such a cam
paign has its heroic side, which no
one can fail to observe. It appears to
have originated with the intrepid con
gressman from the old Essex district
in Massachusetts, Augustus P. Gard
ner. The house rules are Speaker
Cannon's teeth, and any one who can
draw the teeth need have no fear of
extinguishing the old gentleman en
tirely. For "Whom Does it Speak?
Commoner: In its issue of Novem
ber 27 the Outlook Magazine, edited
by Rev. Dr. Lyman Abbott, says:
"Neither Mr. Bryans' type of mind nor
his policies are wanted by the people
of the country."
For whom does the Outlook speak
For the reverend gentleman whe, un
til Teccnt disclosures ,was presumed
to wield an unchained pen
For Theodore Roosevelt, its new as
sociate editor? Or
For Air. James Stillman, famous as a
member of the Standard Oil group and
destined to become even more famous
as the benefactor of the Rev.. Dr. Ly
man Abbott, and stockholder in the
magazine of which Theodore Roosevelt
is soon to become associate editor?
Coercing the Voters.
- Wo fear that in the event of Mr,
Bryan's election on November 3, we
. may not be in position to give each one
of you a pay envelope hereafter, for we
feel that his election would certainly
develop a lack of confidence and busi
ness depression With not enough work
for alt of us. The business world has
faith in Mr. Taft's policies.
'r Your interests and ours are identical
. THE AULT & WIBORG CO.
; ... (Cincinnati, Ohio.
The employes who sent the above
notice to their employes . during the
campaign used their influence as en
ployers to frighten those who worked
:for them.' If all employers valued
citizenship at so low a price ,our busi-
T TRADES Ifflg?) COUNCIL si
ness would soon be done along politi-
cal lines no one daring to work for a '
member of another party ,and no one .
willing to purchase of one belonging
to another party. It might be well for
our public instructors to spend a little
time in emphasizing the right of each
citizen to make his vote represent his
own conscience and judgment, and in
rebuking the effort of employers to use
their Influence as paymasters to con
trol the politics of the country.
The Czar's Spy System in America.
According to Gustavus Myers, the
czar's government maintains a well
paid aud well organized corps of spies
in this country. Its latest policy, in
the carrying out of which it is uti
lizing this organization to the fullest
extent, is the detection and at
tempted extradition of revolutionists
who have been conspicuous In the
movement ct home. Prominent lead
ers of the reform parties are con
stantly dogged by spies. Matushenko,
who led the revolt on the battleship
Potemkin and consequently escaped
to America, was under constant sur
veillance while in this country. He
persisted in returning against the ad
vice of friends, and was arrested
the moment that he crossed the bor
der, tried by drum-head court mar
tian, and shot.
The corps of spies embraces men ol
every description, says the author, but
at least one hundred are picked. ex
perts sent ever from Russia. Poor
Russians out of a job are utilized to
obtain information about suspects.
The present endeavor of the czar's
government to obtain the extradition
of the revolutionist Jan Janoff Pouren
affords an example of this spy system
Coghlan a Spectacular Character,
Rear Admiral Joseph B. Coghlan,
U. S. N., who died at New Rochelle
Satlrdayvbgkxzfietacmf shrdl vbgkqjh
ter. He was a gallant sea fighter,
commanding the cruiser Raleigh in the
capture by Admiral Dewey of the Phil
ippines at the outbreak of the Spanish-
American war, and brave as he was in
combat, he was equally attractive on
land, only in another way.
Besides winning fame when he was
Captain Coghlan as the commander of
the Raleigh in the great naval victory
in the Philippines, the admiral sprang
into international prominence as the
officer who fathered the poem, "Hoch
That episode in his career occurred
in the spring of 1S99. Captain Cogh
lan, as he then was, had just brought
the Raleigh home from Manila. It
was the first vessel of Dewey's squad
ron to return, and New York gave the
ship a warm welcome. The climax of
the celebration was a dinner given by
the Union, League club to the officers
of the Raleigh. Elihu Root, then pres
ident of the club, presided at the ban
quet and Captain Coghlan was the
The latter told about the battle of
Manila bay, carefully omitting the part
he played in the engagement himself.
By way of winding up the speech he
told about the friction between the
German Admiral von Diederich and
Admiral Dewey. Captain Coghlan was
reported as saying:
"An officer of Admiral von Dieder
ich came aboard the Olympia one day
to make a complaint to Admiral Dewey
because one of his ships had been
stopped during the strict blockade
following the battle.
' " 'Tell your admiral those ships of
his must stop when I say so,' said Ad
miral Dewey. 'I wish to make the
blockade of this harbor complete.'
'But we fly the German flag,' the
German officer replied
"'Those flags can be bought for half
a dollar a yard anywhere,' the Afheri
can admiral -retorted.
He told the German officer that
whole Spanish fleet might come at him
with German flags up.
'Tell your admiral and be sure to
state it explicitly as coming from me
that the slightest Infraction of any of
my rules will only mean one thing,
and that will be war. If your people
are ready for war with the United
States they can have it at any time.'
After that they didn't breathe more
than four times successively without
Captain Coughlan's speech brought
hearty cheers and enthusiasm from
those present. Later in the evening
he was called upon by members of his
staff to recite "Hoch der Kaiser." To
the intense delight of his hearers he
consented. It follows:
Dr kaiser von das fatherland
ln1 Oott und I all din if a command:
Ve two a'h! Dont' you understand?
. Mcinselr und Gott!
Vile some men slnpr der bower divine.
Meln soldiers slnsr"Lie Wacht am Rhine.
I'nd drink der health in Rhenish wine
Of me und Gott!
Here's France she swappers all aroundt.
She's aiisffcspieldt she's no agrpound;
To much we dink she don t amound.
Melnself und Gott!
She vill not dare to flffht a?ain:
But If she shouldt, I'll show her blain
Uot Elsa?s und (in French) Lorraine -Are
meln by Gott!
Here's grandma dinks she's nicht schmall
Midt Doers und such she Interfere; beer.
one 11 learn none owns dis hemisphere
Butane und Gott!
She dinks, Rood frail, from ships she's got
i na soiaiers mit der scarlet Koat.
Ach! W'ecould knock dem. pouf! Like dot.
Meinseir midt Gott
In dimes of peace brepare for wars;
I bear der helm and spear of Mars,
Und care not for ten thousand czars,
Melnself midt Gott!
In fact.NJ humor efry whim.
Midt aspect dark and visage grim
Gotts pulls mit me und I mit Him,
Melnself und Gott! .
Captain coghlan : recited the poem
with inimitable drollery and with an
excellent imitation of broken English
Teutonic style, the recitation bringing!
storms of applause , and laughter.;
While there were no newspaper men (
present, accounts of what had occur-,
red leaked out, the story was given to.
the world, and then trouble began to
brew that threatened international dif-J
Acuities. But finally. Coghlan explain-.
ed that no affront was meant to the
German emperor, and the Incident
Bread and Microbes.
. From experiments made by M. Rous
sel In Paris it appears that only the
crust of bread is submitted to a suf
ficiently high temperature to kill all
the bacteria which the loaf may con
tain. The iuside of the loaf may there
fore be contaminated by the microbes
from a consumptive baker or conveyed
In the water, as is the case with ty
phoid fever and cholera. Professor
Metchnikoff was asked bis opinion
whether bread could not be a source of
danger, and his answer was as fol
lows: '"1 don't think so. The tempera
ture to which the inside of a loaf is
submitted generally exceeds 140 de
grees 1 At this temperature many
microbes are killed those of tubercu
losis, for instance but there are much
hardier germs, such us those of anthrax,
the. germs of which are ouly killed at
over 224 degrees F. But anthrax is
rare, and it is hardly likely that a bak
er attacked by this terrible malady
would continue to work once the dis
ease hau declared Itself." rrofessor
Metchnikoff advises, however,' that
only bread which Is well baked, and
therefore not crumbly, should be eaten
What She Was Thinking Of.
The young poet had just finished
what he considered to be a work of
real inspiration, and, rising from hie
table, he hastened upstairs to where
his little wife, a bride of six weeks,
was sitting darning his socks.
"Listen, sweetheart." be whispered
tenderly. "I have just written this.'
Ami be began to read. He put his
whole soul into the reading. His ges
tures were graceful: his Intonation
perfect. The whole spirit of his beau
tiful poem breathei forth as he thread
ed his way form the beginning to the
end of bis theme, and when he had fin
Ished he looked at her. awaiting her
For a time she was silent.
"Well, dear heart." he said, "tell me
what you are thinking."
"I was wondering, dearest"
"W hcthcr the butcher was not
nwfully late with that liver," she re
Changes In Boston.
In 1(5.15 one of the suburbs of Bos
ton was. Newe Towne. which in 1038
was changed to Cambridge and as the
seat of narvard university has an in
ternntional reputation today. Since
the early lines were fixed Cambridge
obtained by annexation a part of
Charlestown. ' but has ceded land ' to
the towns of Waltham, Brighton, Wa
tertown, Belmont and West Cam
bridge, the latter now known as Ar
The Boston of 1630, called Trl-Moun-
taln. was very different from the Bos
ton of today. Its area was not exten
sive, although it included the larger
portion of Quincy, out of which the
town of Bralntree was made at a later
period. The first annexations to Bos
ton were Noddles island (East Boston!
and the territory now covered by Chel
In 1G40 Boston lost Its rights in Quin
cy. wuieu were acquireu oy me town
of Braintree. Subsequent additions to
Boston have been Roxbury. Dorches
ter, West Roxbury, Brighton. Charles
town and a part of Brookline.
As an independent municipality
Charlestown, which was settled as
early as Boston, gave birth to Soraer
vllle, Woburn, Maiden. Stoneham and
Mulford aud furnished land to Cam
bridge. Boston Tost.
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Humor on? Philosophy
By DUNCAN M. SMITH
Always come in when you "are too
busy to see them. Of course in theit
case any time would be Inconvenient
for you, and they seem to realize it
and just drop in at any time.
Ask you to come and see them with
every show of affability any time you
like, urge you to make yourself at
home "just any old time," and you
softly murmur, "Any time."
low ooi-t 5AY'i'
H-' AY J
WHY . H
ZfZV - NUNGRVrO
ANYTHING. TO SMOKE
Like you exceedingly if you keep a
good cook, a well stocked pantry and
a comfortable house, but don't keep
them exclusively for your own use.
Soon as they see you begin to relate
the tale of their summer's adventures.
after about an hour of It, while you
stand wearily, they break off and say
you are looking awfully tired, must be
working too hard.
Are more fond of the result of your
handiwork than they are of their own,
and the fondness does not redound to
your advantage either.
Invite themselves to be upon Inti
mate terms with you so cordially and
accept the invitation so gracefully that
you feel like a churl if you don't play
a good second to their initiative and
feel like kicRing yourself up the alley
If you do. '
Make you feel small and inconse
quential by just coming round and
caning you by your Christian name
and so lotting you know that they ex
ist. This kind is always your relation.
Reform Next Day.
There's nothing in. the. habit.
As any one ran see. '
I'm goinff to break oft smoking
And from t he i weed be free.
Tomorrow at the latest
I'll throw my pipe away, '
Co since I " am determined
I'll smoke awhile today.
It'3 Ju?t a waste of money,
A burning up of wealth.
It. doesn't help, the morals; .
It doesn't mend the hnalth.
Far better spend my wages
On bins I ought to pay.
I'll chop it oft tomorrow.
So light 'er up today.
There's no excuse for being
A slave to such a vice.
Thouch it were not an object
To salt away the price.
Bo fare ye well, perfecto
And rope of twisted hay.
I'm done with you tomorrow.
Though friends we are today.
"Without regret or longing.
Yilthout a singlo sigh
Or moan for pleasures passing,
I'll put my meerschaum by
Toinori-ow j-es, tomorrow
I'll Finnsh my pipe of clay.
But If there's no objection
I'll light It up today.
Came Down to
"Uncle Henry la
quite Inclined to
"Yes; , he lives
almost wholly in
"Except at meal
"Now. to conclude"
"Hold on. I thought you said you
are rending from a woman writer."
"And bo I am."
"Oh. no: you are not."
"What makes you sny that?"
A woman never concludes."
Nothing to Worry Him.
"I thought you . said be was
ver heels in love."
So, head over heels In debt"
' "Why so?"
"He can sleep good now."
Had a Model.
"I have discovered perpetual oiotioa
"Sure yon got it?"
"No doubt of it. Do you think
nave been watching women talk all ot
these years for nothing?"
She Didn't Wonder.
"Why don't you get married?" asked
lie sweet young thing.
"No one will, have me," replied the
! grouchy, old bachelor,
1 p,n rnn Mama thomT risk cut thn
iweet young xning.
"What is a 1oke anvwav?"
UVstnt. lllaniinn frnm ttin Atliat
low's point of view." v- - -
The Argus Daily Short Story
A GIRL AND A GARDEN
Copyrighted, 1908, by
"I could love yom" said the pretty
neighbor, and then as the man fmpet
uously reached for her she added quick
ly, "for your garden!"
The man's face fell.
"Now, I call that downright mean,"
declared the man vigorously. "You're
a nice, pretty neighbor. Here I've beeu
courting you and making love to you
for months, and now I find that it's not
me. but my garden, that's made an in-
pression. 1 a " ui the garaen," he add
The pretty ne .jhbor clasped her hands
in real distress.
"Oh. don't!" she cried. "You don't
really mean that! Think bow long it's
been in your family! Think how much
care your mother and your grandmoth
er and your great-graudmother spent
on all these dear flowers!"
"Time I was selling It!" growled the
man. 1 11 get an olu factory, a Oakery
or something of that sort here!"
"Oh. oh!" cried the pretty neighbor.
I mean it!" cried the man. "I'll
start right away." -
Wholly distressed, the pretty neigh
bor, her hands tightly clinched, watch
ed the man as he went down one of
the paths toward a gay little summer
She was standing near a wall, beside
a little fountain, and all about her the
garden was a bower of beauty. Vistas
between the trees radiated from, the
spot where she stood. Birds sang In
the trees. She could hardly realize that
the big, hurrying city was just on the
other side of the wall.
From the summer house she saw the
man come out. lu one nana he car
ried a big white board. In the other a
bucket of paint and a brush. When ha
reached the pretty neighbor he placed
the board against the wall and with
out a word took up the brush.
What are you going to do?" the girl
asked somewhat tremulously.
Paint," answered the man laconic
With fascinated ejes the girl watch
ed him as the letters grew under bis
brush. Across the top of the board he
painted in big brutal letters the words.
The pretty neighbor caught her
breath as the cruel sentence, flaring
red, stared at her from the board. Un
derneath these words the man worked
industriously for a little time.
While he worked the girl gazed back
at the garden with tear" dimmed eyes.
When he had finished the man gave a
little sigh of satisfaction. The girl
looked at the sign again and gasped.
For Sale," it read. "This Garden,
Suitable For a Factory. Apply Within
to Martin Connor."
You you aren't going to nail that
sign up, are you?" questioned the girl,
perilously close to tears.
"Surer' ejaculated the man.
The man picked up the sign, holding
it awkwardly to save his clothes from
paint, and, with the bucket and brush
in the other hand, again went toward
the gay little summer house. He whis
tled as he went, but the girl, who fol
lowed, with difficulty stifled her sobs.
At the summer house the man de
posited his painting utensils and se
cured hammer and sails. Still whis
tling, he led the way through a se
cluded little Iron gate to the street V
Once outside, the man carefully nail
ed the sign to the walL When the
.work was finished he stepped back a
bit to admire It The girl, who had
watched the proceedings, cried oat at
"You're perfectly horrid !" she cried.
fI hate your
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i Tnen tne pretty neignoor, iranncauy
I Anhhlncr at her eves with an absurd lit
tie handkerchief, ran across the street
to her own home.
When the pretty neighbor awoke the
jnext morning she could not think at
first jeb&t sorrow was.nearJieT.Tlin
-BY FRANK H. WILLIAMS.
Associated Literary Press.
it came to her in a jump. The garden
was to be sold! She shuddered as she
thought of the heartless sl.-pi and de
cided hat she would never, never
look at it again.
A moment later she was at the win
dow, peering out at the garden wall
opposite. Her heart gave a little
bound as the blank face of the wall
pmet her gaze. The sign was gone."
It was a very merry pretty neigh
bor that hailed Martin shortly after.
"Ho," cried the pretty neighbor, bold
ly walking through the little iron gate
Into the garden "ho, I knew you
didn't mean to sell your garden! You
thought you'd scare me into loving
The man. who had been weeding,
looked up at Ler. He wore an old
broad brimmed straw hat that In
some undeflnable way made him seem
even more strikingly handsome than
"You're wrong," he declared slowly.
"What!" cried the pretty neighbor
"Yes." replied the man.
"And some one's going to put up a
horrid, grimy factory here?" walled
the pretty neighbor..
'Terhaps," said the man listlessly.
"I'm glad you came over." he went
on. "I was afraid I'd have to go with
out saying goedby to you."
"Goodby?" asked the girl, her face
a picture of surprise and dismay.
"Yes," the man went on. "I'm going
away. My train leaves at neon. You
may never see me again."
"Why why are you going?" stam
mered the pretty neighlior very woe
The man locked up at her quickly.
. "There's nothing for me to stay here
for," he replied without animation,
evidently not finding what he hoped
in the girl's face.
"I'm sorry," said the girl finally.
She extended her hand. In silence
he shook it. Slowly she went toward
the gate. When she was almost there
the man called to her.
"I'm a brute," he declared contritely,
"for letting you think for a minute
that I'd ever really let a factory be
erected here. Since you love the gar
den so you've a right to know that the
man who has bought it Is your father.
He will not disturb it for some time
not for the present at least."
"Oh!" cried the girl. For a moment
her face was radiant, then suddenly It
went sad again.
"Wouldn't yon won't you come back
some time and visit my father's gar
den?" she asked.
"No. I'll not come back." the man re
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Just Received by
plied. "It it would hurt too' much.
"Goodby," repeated the glrl and
slowly went through the little iron
gate, across the street to her home.
Several times during the next hour
she looked at the clock and involunta
rily sighed. The morning was going
very fast, it seemed. Faster and fast
er the time flew on toward noon. Pres
ently It was 10:30, then 10:45 and then
When the morning reached this
point the pretty neighbor was sudden
ly galvanized Into action.
"Good gracious!" she cried, jumping
from the chair where she had been en
deavoring to read a book. "Good gra
cious, he may be gone, and I haven't
found out where he Is going!"
Without more ado the pretty neigh
bor raced out of the house and across
the street to the little Iron gate. The
gate was locked! Wildly she tore
around the wall to the great front .
gate. Through this 6be ran up the
shady, curving path to the big house.
Suddenly, as at high speed she bore
around a particularly sharp curve, she
plumped right into the arms of. the
man. The latter, when he saw that
it was the pretty neighbor, dropped the
suit case be had been carrying and
drew her closely to him.
"Dear, dear Bweetheart." he cried, "I
simply can't leave you! I can't do it!"
He hugged her so tightly that she
fairly gasped for breath. However, the
pretty neighbor had enough breath left
to gasp a reply a very faint reply.
"Don't go," she said, burrowing her
head into his coat. "Don't go. It's not
your garden I want. It'a not your gar
den I'm In love with. It's you!"
THE SLEEPING SICKNESS
WHICH MEANS DEATH
How many readers have heard of this
terrible disease? It prevails in. that
far-away country Africa especially
the Congo district It is caused by
the bite of the tsetse fly. When it
bites a person, the sleeping symptoms
begin and--finally the sufferer sleep
until death occurs.
Contrast this with the peaceful,
balmy sleep of health. Is there any
thing more wearing than to lie awake
at night, tossing about, nervous, with
cold feet, hot head and merer knows
what else? Short of letting the tsetse
fly bite us we would do almost any
thing for relief. How can we pre
vent It? Mr. George- Hayes, of
Union City, Pa,, writes: "I had lost
my appetite, was all run-down, could
not sleep nights. I had tried every-
thing without relief. Vlnol was rec
ommended, and to my surprise, it
helped me at once; gave me a splendid
appetite, and now I sleep soundly."
What Vlnol did for Mr. Hayes, it will
do for every run-down, nervous and
overworked person who cannot sleep.
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218 Seventeenth St.