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The Huron News-Record, 1891-09-16, Page 3Emulsion Cod Liver Oil AND THC IIypophosphitos of Lime and Soda. No other Emulsion is so easy to take. It does not separate nor spoil. It is always sweet as cream. The most sensitive stomach can retain it. CURES Scrofulous and Wasting Diseases. Chronic Cough. Loss of Appetite. Mental and Nervous Prostration. General Debility, &c. Beware of all imitations. Ask for "t`: P. Pt L." Em^!• rc,n, and refuse a:1 others. PRICE 60C. AND $1 PER BOTTLE. The Huron News -Record 331.50 a Year -31.05 in Advance Wednesday, Sept. 16th, 1591. WORT t WINNING. 'Halloo, Kate !' •'Yes !' answered a voice above .stairs, as Charley Grant called from the cosy little hall below. 'Conte down here ; I've got some- thing to tell you.' Charles's handsome face was bright enough to tell anybody that his news pleased him greatly, as he -stood waiting for his wife to come down. And why not, since his pretty cousin, Jessie Kingsbury, had come at one time very near filling the place whieh Kate had now', But Kate was as sweet and pretty as ever Jess had been—at least, she -used to be,before beby Johnn ie came -h —and.—and—well, Kits appeared sat the instant, and even Charley •could not coil her pretty now. Her golden Ir air tyre all, bunched up and tucksd hick with an ugly comb, her wrapper unbelted, no cu -ergo; and -her -anuli feet thae into clumsy old slippers. Charley's friends used to say that the was a perfect fiend on the subject ,of untidy woman, and he couldn't help a shade crossing his face as he remembered how trim and nice Kate was when they were first mar- ried. But the shade passed as swiftly as it carne, and he stopped to give her the usual kiss, as ho said : 'Busy, today I' 'Yes, Hush, Charley : Don't speak so loud, you'll wake the baby.' 'Oh, bother the baby ! He's always going to sleep or waking up, or doing somethin to make life miserable fur other folks.' 'Why, Charles Grant ! Aren't you ashamed to say that of your own blessed little sun." And Kate's eyes began to fill, while her cheeks reddened. Charles hastened to undo his mischief by saying, tenderly : 'Now. there I You know I was only joking, dear. Foe's the finest baby that ever lived, no doubt. Isn't supper ready I I'm as hungry as a hunter.' 'Yes, it's waiting. I'll ring it up at once. What was it you wanted to tell me, Charley 1' 'There I Bless my soul, if I hadn't forgotten. Who do you think is here 1' `I couldn't guess, SJ I won't try. Tell me.' 'Cousin Jessie Kingsbury. She is over at brother John's now. Came to •day.' 'Did she I' There was no very intense interest in Kate's tone, for she was not over glad to hear of the young lady a arrival. Guests were troublesome, but she felt obliged to say, as Char- ley waited : Will we have to invite her here ?' 'Why, of caurae, Kate. We'll do our part of the entertaining with Stella and John. We mist call to- morrow, and set a time for her to come to us. She will stay a month ,or two. Jess is lively, we can't be are dull while while she is here.' Kate was just conscious of a queer twinge at Charley's words, but she led the way to the table, and poured the tea with her usual pleasant manner. e, -r a ___-,!Thara.,Imfalxgt,.actmethittg,..else„-- too 1' cried Charley, suddenly clap- ing his'hand on his pocket. I've got a treat for us to -night.' 'What is it naked Kate. Charley took two small pieces o f pasteboard from his pocket, and held them to her. 'What are they I' said she. 'Thea- tre tickets!' `Yes. 'Faust,' by a splendid corn patty. I know you always wanted to hear 'Faust,' so I got them on purpose for you. Charley looked pleased, but Kate's fair face clouded, as she answered : `Well. I'm sorry you spent the money. I can't go.' 'Can't go ! Why in the world can't you, then 1 You are so fond of good opera. I thought this would be a real treat.' So it would„ Charley, if I could leave the baby.' 'But I thought you had a good girl I' 'Well, I have ; a perfect trea- sure.' 417'611 don't you think she might manage to ruck the baby fur two hours un one occasion I' asked Char- ley seriously. 'Oh i but, Charley, he might be taken sick, or something.' 'Yes, the house might burn down: but I don't think it will,' returned Charley, more shortly than he often spoke to Kate. 'I'm very sorry you won't go,' he added, as he rose front the table, his appetite quite spoiled. 'It is a disapj uintmeut to roe.' 'Why, you can go, I'm .ore, Charley. I shall not care at all.' 'No ; I'll stay with you, and we can have our own music. I have not heard you sing for a month.' Kate hesitated a moment, then she said : 'Rut, Charley, I must stay up in the nursery. I never trust Johnnie to Sarah of evenings.' Charley frowned, stood irresolute an instant, and said : `Oh, well, then, I don't.see why I shouldn't get some pleasure, if I can. I'll just drop over to John's and see if they are going. As I have two tickets, if Jess cares to go we might all make a party of it.' 'Yes, certainly ; go, Charley. I don't want you to stay at home be- cause I have to.' 'You know I had rather be with you, toy dear. But it's dull work sitting down stairs alone all the evening.' TIreu Charley kissed her, put on his overcoat, and went away. But after he was gone Kate began to be conscious of a lonely, uneasy feel- ing, and to wish she had gone, too. Of course, Charley was as loyal and true -hearted as a man could be:"__ iif,-to Chmk-o-F-hrm art- ting beside that dashing black-eyed Jess all the evening, and showing her all the little attentions which he knew so well how to give a wo- man ; it worried her, somehow, and she could not help it. She • was not jealous. Oh, no ! She had told him to go, and really hoped he would enjoy it. But—but—she did wish she had left Johnnie to Sarah for one evening, and made one of that opera party with the rest. As for Charley, as he walked rapidly over to his brother's, he wondered if he wasn't a precious rascal for wishing that precious baby head never come into his house. To be sure, it was a bright little thing, sweet and cute, and he would have loved it dearly and been very proud of it, (as it was, after all, if he hail only it), but siuce it arrived, Kate had been no companion at all for him. She was everlastingly up in the nursery, and she neglected her dress and her hair, and never read or sang to him or went out with him, and he was feel- ing the change sadly. 'Of course, it is right to be a dee voted mother,' Ire said to himself ; 'but I wish the mother had not so entirely displaced the wife. It's hard on a fellow, and I don't wonder that men get tired of their wives, if they all do the same way.' Just then Charley ran against a passerby, and as he glanced up to apologize, saw his brother. 'Alt, John !' was his greeting. 'I'm just on my way to your house.' 'Well, I'm on my way to yours,' replied .John, laughingly. 'We want you and Kate to go with us to hear 'Feast,' tonight' 'No use to go on,' returned Char, ley. 'I have been trying to induce Kate to go, but she won't.' 'She won't 1 Why not ?' 'She can't leave that precious youngster. I gut her a ticket, but ii was no go. So I was coning over to say if you wanted to hear the opera, my tickets are at your service.' 'Not unless you go with us, Charley. Of course, you will, though, And Jess can use one of your tickets.' 'Why, I hardly know about going myself, .John. I don't like to leave Kate at home alone, you know.' - 414-ersietterovrel.-oette isrehaateow:n•Sault. . Come, I won't hear a word more. Forward, march ! It's time to he off.' Charley submitted, feeling a little reproached, for, though he had set out with the intention of going to the play, whoa be took a second thought, he did not care to go with- out Kate. But Alias Jessie was very willing to be escorted by her handsome cousin. And Charley did not see the laughing light in her eyes as she whispered to Stella : 'Mrs. Kate had better be careful of her property while I am here. I might take him away from her.' 'For shame, Jess,' answered Stella ; but in tier heart she did wish Kate would give Charley a little more of her time. 'She is making a mistake,' was her thought. 'But people never get anything fur interfering, no I won't do it. If she wakes her bed she will have to lie in it.' There was plainly nothing to be done or said. And if iu the flash"s of Jean' dark eyes and brilliant wit, Clarley almost forgot Kate sitting at home with the baby, there was no one to blame, unless it was Kate herself, for leaving her rightful place to be filled by another woe roan. Kate had gone to bed before he got home, and he would not disturb her. But at breakfast next worming he told her what a grand time they had enjoyed. 'Ye es, I am very glad, Charley,' said Kate, rather faintly. 'Oh, yes. We only missed you, dear. But Jess is so lovely, one couldn't help having a gay time with her. By the way, Kate, she says, as you are so busy with the baby, she will not stand on cere- mony and wait on you to call on her. She is coining over with Stella today. \Ve must have her here, you know. If you can't spare time to entertain her, why, I eau.' A sudden feeling, which she could not explain, fired Kate's heart, and made her say with souse spirit : 'I shall rio my part of, of course, Charley.' 'That's a good girl,' he returned, in tones of pleasure. '1 knew you would if—if that wretched " 'Charles Grant !' 'Oh, excuse ore—chat preciorrs baby—did not absorb all your time. Then you'll invite her to stay when they call V 'Yes.' 'You're a darling ! Wish I could be here, too. But you can make them stay to dinner. Good•by.' A kiss, and Ire was off. 'Oh, yes ! She'll stay, fast enough,' sighed Kate, as she went upstairs. 'But wbkt I wish is that people would stayart-hotrre Bas--I-tlm.----Elo-weverr•-as- Miss Jesse has no husband and baby to keep her at home, it is to he ex- pected that she will go anywhere where she can find amusement, not to say anything of a nice little flirtation,' And then Mrs. Kate nodded her head, and her eyes had an unusual sparkle iu thein, as if she had Rude denly come • to some resolution which she was determined to carry out.' Jess Kingsbury was the yery princess of pretty flirts, as Kate well knew, and Charley had once hail a fancy for her. \Vito knew what she might take into her head to do now, especially if she had the chance which Kate securer? bent on giving her to work her siren spells', `Charley is as good as gold,' said Kate ; 'but men are men, and woe men are women sometimes i Some- times ! Sometimes they are little fools. Perhaps I will be one, per. haps I won't, Miss Jess.' Kite flew around in her nursery that morning with a will ; and bee fore her callers could possibly be expected, she bad taken off her untidy wrapper, curled her hair, and made herself look as pretty as she could. If she took a bit of a cry while she held the curling•iron, it might have been because that small instrument of torture was too hot. They carne, and it seemed to Kate that Jess looked slightly surprised at her appearance. "Why they told me you had grown domestic, dear—given up so- ciety, and all that," the young lady -cried, settling her silken plumage in Kate's cosiest chair. "But I de- clare, you look as fresh and bloom- ing as ever i I am quite vexed with Charley." "I hope you enjoyed the opera last night," observed Kate, rather cooly, not replying to her words. "Oh, yes, indeed ! It seemed like old times to be with Charley again. Oh, by the way, did he tell you he was going to take rue out driving this afternoon 1' she rattled on, 'I told him he ought to take you,but he said you wouldn't go.' 'Not to -day. Some other time with pleasure,' answered Kate. But her usual, 'I can't leave the baby,' was not spoken, and Stella stared a llr,ittle, and then smiled and nodded -!rar.,.1.1er,.'ils-,i -44, had: euddonjyy_ chanced upon a bright idea. Kate gave the invitation Charley had suggested,but the visitors declin- ed to remain to dinner that day. Miss Jessie promised to come in a few days, and ,pend a week or two with them ; and, ae they were tak- ing their leave, she said, archly, to Kate : 'Perhaps you will wish I had not come at all. What if I coax Charley away from you I' Stella was absolutely frightened for a minute. But Kate only said, very calmly, and with a smile as bright as Jennie's : 'You way if you can.' 'Kate, you're a trump,' whispered Stella, when she bent to kiss her sister-in-law good -by. And Kate gave her hand a little squeeze, but said not a word. She ran back to her nursery as soon as her callers were gone, and took little Johnnie on her lap with a thoughtful face. 'No, she shall not have my hus- band's heart,' she murmured. 'I have been at fault—I can see that now. If Charley were nut just as good and true as he is—well—I'm thankful I have had my eyes open ed in time. Thanks, too, to Miss Jess I And now my darling baby, you must be very, very good, indeed, for you will have to divide your empire with papa, after this Ind I'll have a dressmaker iu the house before to morrow night.' 'At noon, instead of Charley, came the office -boy, bringing a little note to say that she need nut wait, fur he would not come to (Butter. Had an engagement for the afternoon, but would come house early to sup• Icer. 'An engagement? Yea, to ride with his cousin,' said Kato to her- self, with a smile. 'All right Mr. Charlie ; the next time I rather think I will be one of the party. She was very busy that afternoon. But when Charley came up at tea- time, it was the old Kate who met hint in the hall, with puffy hair and faultless dress, as he had nut seen her for months. 'Why, Kate i' he cried, his hand some face all aglow• 'ilee any one come Are you going out.' 'Yes, I thought if you cared to go we would run round to Stella's awhile, this evening,' she answered, putting her hand, on which her die mond ring again shone, on his broad shoulder. 'Rut the baby I' asked Charley, doubtingly. 'Sarah can do very well with the baby,' said Kate, though her cheeks reddened under his glance. 'Sarah I Why, Katie, what does it all mean', Is it possible---' 'Yes it is possible that I am not going to neglect you any urore,Char• ley, my dear," she interrupted, blushing redder. 'Hallelujah?' and Chailey caught her to hila in a swift embrace, "Kate, I'ur the happie,t fellow iu towu just this minute !" "Then I shall take _au'e to keep you so," said Kate. "Come to sup- per, silly boy," She kept her word,—and her irus- baud. Miss Jess found it of no avail to cast her sweetest spells around her handsome cousin, for his wife was wide awake, and learn- ed before it was too late, to save a heart -break, that "worth winning was worth keeping"—especially when one has a horse treasure to de- fend. 'I'FIE UEBIt THAT JACOB CAUGHT. Fifty years ago the fine farming land in Illinois was a vast prairie swamp. The greatest wheat fields in the State to day were in those days dense, marshy canebrakes, and deer, wild turkey, and other grime abounded, It was about that time that Jacob von liaison came over from the fatherland and settled down in the woods near the Kaskas- kia River, a few miles southeast of Mascoutah. Besides Jacob there was Katherina, Iris frau, and an adopted son named Fritz. Fritz was a stout German boy of 15 years. The little family was industrious -- a characteristic of the early German settlers—and when the snows carne in November there was quite a lit- tle clearing around the humble home on the Kaskaskia River. There were also several well-filled rail corn cribs scattered here and there on TUE CLEARING. It was one morning in November, after the first snow had fallen, that Jacob was standing viewing with complacency the work that had been accomplished during the season that had just passed. While he was standing thus dreaming dreams of future wealth and greatness in the land of his adopted conutry his at- tention was suddodly attracted by some tracks in the snow near one of the largest corn cribs. A hasty ex- amination developed the fact that a deer had been making raids upon the corn in the crib. There was already a large hole in the corn where the deer had evi- dently been feasting for weeks. "Fritz, Fritz, come here quick" yell- ed Jacob excitedly. "By golley," he cublinued to himself ; "I wish I Vie THAI tte-efa'tittee-rrrore- I'kill -f4im- yuet so sure as my name was Jacob and I WAS FROM HASSLOCIT." Fritz soon appeared upon the scene, and great was his astonishment when be Saw the great hole in the corn crib. "Fritz, I tell you," said Jacob, "we must make that deers dead or he eat our corn," and thou the two went to the house and told little Katherina all about it. That afternoon was devoted to a council of war between Jacob, Katherina, and Fritz upon the beat way to ef- fect the capture of the raider upon the corn -crib. One thing was sure, the capture had to be effected by strategy. Jacob did not possess a gun ; in fact he was very poor in those da:'e and did nut possess much of anything, lie belonged to the volunteers in the fatlierlaud, and he did remarkably well to get out of the country alive. Katherina's plan to catch the deer was to dig A DEEP HOLE near the crib, cover it over with corn stalks, and let the deer fall into it. Fritz thought that it would Le a good idea for Jacob to hide iu a fence corner and grab the deer by the leg when he jumped the fence. Frits had a wonderful opinion of the strength possessed by Jacob. The last scheme proposed was Jacob's, and it was accepted by the council of war and was afterward curried out with wore or leas suc- cess. Jacob's plan was to take Katharine's clothes line, make a loop and put'it over the hole in the crib, and then run the other end of the rope up ou top of the corn. The plan was nicely arranged. Jacob would hide among the shucks on top of the corn and hold on to one end of the ,rope. \Niton his deer ship put his head into the hole Jacob would pull up the loop, and then—ho for some J'RESIS VENISON, The loop was carefully prepared that night, and then the family went to rest to dretitu of the deer that Jacob caught, The cocks were crow tug the hour of daybreak the following morning when Jacob silently crept out to the crib and hid himself among the shucks up on top of the corn. He was just dozing off into dreamland when he was suddenly awaked by a noise in the timber, Jacob grasped the rope and was on the alert in a moment's time. He had not long to wait before over the fence sprang one of the largest bucks that Jacob had ever seen in his life. "Now," thought Jacob, feeling unmistakable signs of a buck ager coming on; "now we'll have deer meat for a month." Jacob braced himself and waited for his victim. As soon as the old buck put his head into the hole JERKED UP THE LOOP WITH A TELE that would have dune honor to a :on -rancho Indian warrior. "Fritz, Fritz," he yelled at the top of his voice, "come quick, I've got him, I've got him." The deer quickly jerked hie head out oftlrecrid,but the rope was securely fastened to his long horns. Another jerk brought Jacob from his perch down to the hole in the crib. The then thor- oughly frightened deer jerked Jacob out of the crib and started across the clearing ata break neck speed. Un fortunately'for ,Jacob he had secure- ly tied the rope around his wrists and he could not let loose. Finally the bick jumped a stake and rider fence and then there was a halt. Jacob was not much of a jumper and besides, he was not in jumping condition just at that time. Jacob collided with the fence at the rate of FORTY MILES PER IIoun knocking the bark off the fence rails, end also the bark off of his shins and chin. "Ge-ru•sa leg." ejaculated Jacob when he got his breath again. The exact impreesiou that he intended to convey by that abrupt specifica- tion of a remote but sacred city was not apparent. "Have you got frim I" asked Fritz timidly, appearing upon the scene with a large ax in his hands. "Got der Tuyval," moaned Jacob between jerks. "I wish I dident got him; quick, cut the rope." "But," protested Fritz, "he'll get away." "Get away," said Jacob hotly. "I wish he got somewhere before he comes. Cut rope quick ow I go dead. Fritz cut the rope,the deer bound- ed away, and poor Jacob was free again. Katherina and Fritz carried the wounded trapper to his humble home, and little Katherina nursed him well again. Jacob and Katherina joined the great majority upon the other shore long ago, but Fritz is atil living, and he laughed heartily when he told me of the deer that Jacob caught fifty or more years ago. LIVING QUESTIONS. are most esteemed by every intelligent man and woman. Derangements of the liver, stomach and bowels speedily present to us the living question of ob taining relief. It last once fonnd in Dr. Pierce's Fleaeaat pellets,, which cure sick headache, bilious headache, conati- palion, inriige5il`tln; l%ilieu 'attsektr, Purely vegetable and perfe' tly harmless, they are unequalled as a specific for the complaints named. One tiny, sugar -cow- ed Pellet a dose. In vtale, 2'I cents. Carry them in your vest-pocket, st sy isellellideletat ,.a .7isatc0000rrogairrogo, (N HONI:STCLERGYMA.K. Ilamiltou Spectator: The canting byp rafted of the Grit press called upon the clergy to deuouuce, from the pulpit, the crookedness of the Tory guvornureut at 'Ottawa. The canting hypocrites apparently le- lieved that there were political par- sons in the land, of the Grit per suasion, who would not hotirate ti prostitute the holy office is order to make •epital for the party they adorn. And so there are. But there are honest clergymen, too, and Bowe of these have accepted the invitation to peach about the recent scandals. The utterances of these honest clergymen cannot give the hypocritical Grit newspapers much comfort. Rev. W. F. Wilson, of Toronto, is a good sample. Ira the course of his sermon, Inst Sun- day, he said that the two great parties in the laud stool. indicted. Then he went on to say : "Still I am prepared to say that I believe in both our parties there are noble, patriotic tnen,men clear heart- ed and clear-hauded,meu whose brow burns nut with ahume and whose hand w raid spurn a bribee thank God we have these men C But withal we must stand and admit that in both parties there are too many moral lepers and bribe re- ceivers that must be swept away." There is honesty, religion and patriotism. To turn out one party because there are scoundrels- in it, anri put in another in whieh there are scouudrels, is not what the country wants. The country de- mands that the scoundrels. belong- ing to the party that is i -n power shall be turued out, that the party that is in power nosy u.nderstaud that it must purge itself if it hopes ever to be in power. The honest Canadian is he who admits that there are scoundrels to both parties. The Grit who pretends that his party is pure is a hypocrite, and hypocrites cannot lie trusted with the government of this. country. OFF \V11;NT THKIR CORSETS. Kingston, Ont., Sept. 5.—A few weeks ego the Free Methodists began a series of revival meetings in Sydenham and wade many couverts. Women seemed particularly anx- ious to be gathered into she fold. As the number of converts increased the excitement grew, and the meet- ings. which were held in the Town Hall, grew so noisy that complaint wee made to the authorities, and the revivalists were notified on Tues• day that they would have to hold their meetings elsewhere. Nothing daunted they left the place, after putting out scouts to advise their friend -a where the meet iug was to be held, and adjourned to a large vacant lot on the edge of town. Here they were addressed by J. F. Fraser, a revivalist, who sallied into the prevailing mode of female dress and said women are BORN BEAUTIFUL AND DIE alts• SHAPEN because of the wearing of corsets. Frasier is an earnest and powerful apeakes, and his words created great excitement among the women pres- ent. res- ent. ."Throwoff the accursed invention!" he cried,"throw it off and go to God as you left him ! Burn them rather than burn yourselves in everlasting tire I" This suggestion struck a respon- sive chord and lie had hardly ceased speaking when air enthusiast piled up material for a bonfire and appli- ed a match. It w is a weird scene, the dusky evening, tire religious enthusiasts, quivering with excite- ment, surrounding a fire which shot up long tongues of flame. "Throw off the garment I" shout ed the revivalist. "Burn them I" hysterically cried a feminine voice in the crowd, and pushing and panting a young wo- man of 25 forced her way to the centre near the bonfire, SHE WAS TUGGING AT HER DRESS. There was a sudden gleam of white shoulders in the glare of the fire- light and she flung her corset into the flames, saying she would die as God had made her and not as she had made herself. He example was contagious, and in loess than half an hour not a wo• man iu the crowd wore a corset, and nothing remained iu the blase but a mass of grotesquely twisted corset steels, amid which the flames play- fully flickered. The excitement was so great and the nervous strain so tense that several women grew faint, but they had burned their cor- sets and were happy. The Free Methodists consider the revival a great success, and talk of carrying the war into the States. CLINTON CLIPPINGS. "I had for years been troubled with dyspepsia and sick headache and found bat little retief,untrl I pot Burdock Blood Bitters whieh made a perfect cure, it is the best rnedicine,I ever used in my life." —H ittie Davis, Mary Ss., Clinton, Out. —James Lund and Roth M.Gee of Huron, with four others, who engaged with farmers in North Dakota to work i -a'-- irewast 'fititilieelfriarta bttaif•b3^ Tfiza £v =`^ the Commissioner of Immigration at Washington to return to Canada as they were hired in Manitoba and thus violated the alien contract labor law of the United States.