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Logansport, Indiana
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Wednesday, January 28, 1891
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SISTER'S CAKE. Td not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind, Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind; 2Jay, I'll admit it were moat flt that, •worn by social caros. She'll crave a changa from p.artor life to that f below the stairs, ^Tvi that, eschewing needlework and music, she should take Herself to the substantial art of manufacturing cake. At breaKfast. then, it would befall that Sister June would say: "Mother, if you have got the things, I'll roalie some cuke to-day!" Poor mother'd cast a timid glanca at father, like as not— 1'or lather hinted sister's cooking cost a irightr ful lot- But neither she nor he presumed to signify dissent. Accepting it lor Gospel truth that -what shs wanted went 1 Xo matter what the rest of 'em might chance to have in hand, The whole machinery of the houso carne to a sudden stand; The pots were hustled ofl the stove, the flre built up anew, With every damper set just 90 to heat the oven through; • The kitchen table was relieved of every thing, / to make That ample space which Jane required when she compounded cake. And oh 1 the bustling here and there, the flying to and fro; The click of forks that/whipped the eggs to lather white as snow— And what a wealth ol sugar melted aulckly out of sight— And butter? Mother said such waste would ruin father, quite 1 But Sister Jane preserved a mien no pleading could confound As she utilized tbe raisins and the citron by the pound. Oh, hours of chaos, tumult, heat, vexatious din and whirl 1 Of deep hnmilatlon for the sullen hired girl; Or grist for mother hating to sec things wasted so, ^ And of fortune for the little boy who pined to taste that dough 1 » It looked so sweet and yellow—sure, to taste it were no' sin— •€' But oh! how. sister scolded if he stuck his finger In! The chances were as ten to one, before the job was through, That sister'd think of something else she'd great deal rather do' So, then, she'd GOftly steal away, as Arabs in the night, Leaving the girl and ma to finish up as best they might;. t These tactics (.artful Sister Jane) enabled her. tj totake i> Or shift the credit or the blame ol that too treacherous cake 1 •*> ' **_ \And yet, unhappy is the man who has no Sister Jano— , .Tor he who has no sister seems to me to live in „ vaio. V fl never had a sister—may-be that Is why to-'3ay i Tin 15126004 and dyspeptic, instead of blithe - 1 " and gay; >?! v Attoywho's only forty should be lull of romp f and mirth, . ' iscause Tin sisteriess) am the oldest man on earth! !pnH»d I a little sister—oh, how happy I should be I 'jAird never let her cast her eyes oa any chap but £ me; ^-3Ta love her and I'd cherish her for better and ifc;. . lor worse— £dM tuy her gowns and bonnets, and sing her Jg,' *~" praise in verse; ft r And—yes, what's more, and vastly more—I tell S'." youxwhat I'd do:'• lira let her make her wonfirous cake, and I •would eat it, too! 'f&l have a high opinion of the sisters, as you fe- see— •' ^ Si- Another fellow's sister is so very dear to me! toVB to wor.k .anear her when she's making ' overlooks, &V7hen she patches little trousers or darns pro sale socks; nt I draw the line at one thing— yes, I don my - hat and take §=! jl three hoars' walk when . she is moved to try •££ •. her hand at cake! *:- —Chicago News. I TO MEET HIS~FATE. ' Harry Pollard Was Helped Out of a Difficulty. ~ : ,K you have ever been engaged to two IjjfJrls at once you knov? exactly how gHarry Pollard felt after the second Len- Club assembly. '"I'll cut and run," he said to himself ie following morning' as the full reali- iiatioj -of his embarrassing positiba pawned bi his mind. ' 'It's a deuce of & siness." |g He pondered the situation for a time, finally ^decided to accept' an invita- icn be had from an old college chum to it him at Cape Cod. Harry Pollard |torth.with wired his friend Eob Hewitt Sand told him he was coming. p: Kancee No. 1 was a tall, stately girl |8f. about twenty-five. She had known lEtery Pollard ever since they were lishildren. He had always liked Carolyn ^Cannon, and that evening after they waltzed together he thought he ffcved her, and told her so. She thought ie loved him, and. said so. It would Sive been very well, no doubt, if mat- had paused here; but- they didn't. ll; Fiancee No. 3 was Miss Aspinwall- 'ones, and she wouldn't have captured .Pollard if it hadn't been for a i;ery scheming mamma. When Pollard •ccepted aseatin Mrs. AspinwalWones' Icarriage to drive to the assembly he did dream the consequences of the rash Tor before the cotillion was half jiyer the scheming- mamma , had a very headache — and would Mr. Pollard Blind if she drove home at once? They night finish the dance, and very likely eduld get some one to chaperone them in jtheir 'homeward drive. j|;",Very likely!"— nothing of the-sort. When Harry Pollard and Miss Aspin- SraJJ-Jones ;gpt into the brougham before everybody and brazenly started off tor a, two-mile drive after midnight, significant glances were exchanged among SKe onlookers. gg"Too bad, you know," said one. "He's too good a fellow for her." git .was tacitly understood that she was ranting his money. She was an awfully retfy girl and all that, but frightfully liss Aspinwall-.lones had passed ough four, seasons more or less and ) too old a hand to let such an oppor- nity pass. It was not every day that ie'could manage things to have Harry I alone with her in a brougham. s an. alleged fainting fit that did. uivbusiness then, and when a girl ) down on your shoulder, and when. rr|Jips look very red and temotincr. wtat art you to do? Harry Pollard •was but human, and forgot all-about Carolyn Cannon. WJion he left Miss Aspinwall-Jones that night there was an understanding between them. "But don't tell any one yet," he sail Every thing seemed to go wrong after he left Lenox. He missed his connections at Boston, and at last when' he reached his Cape Cod retreat- he found 710 one waiting for him, at the station. Rain was falling x and a hazy fog ob- fccured every thing. It was after six and growing dark rapidly. Harry Pol- Sard stood ou the platform in his gray •mackintosh, and looked about help- -Jessly. He questioned' the station agent and was directed to a cottage a half-mile up ! the-roady Then he resolutely tramped 'off, carrying, a single hand bag. "I'll find the pJace, never fear," ho .said. Presently he came to a cottage an- •swering to the description given him. He walked up the steps, but before hs had time to pull the bell the door was ^opened .suddenly, a pair oE arms were around his neck and ho was kissed heartily on the lips by an extremely pretty girl. He didn't^seem to mind it, and stood stock still in abject confusion. ' Then the girl drew back, saying! "Rob, dear, I'm so glad to see you." "Er—why, really," he began. .The instant he spoke the girl looked frightened. A wave of color flooded Tier face. As the light from the hall istrcamed on him and she saw his face, her eyes—Harry Pojlard retained his self-possession enough to note they were blue and awfully pretty—lo'oked very much troubled. Indeed she had something to be troubled about. i- 0h!" she exclaimed, aad ran swiftly away. Harry Pollard watched her, and stood blinking in- the light. "Deuced cordial reception," he said to himself. "Wonder who she is? Not Bob's wife, of course; I know her. His sister? He had none. And she called 'him 'Dear Eob'—I have it—his cousin, by Jove. Odd I didn't think of it before. Just returned from abroad. Wish I had known she was here and I wouldn't have come. I've had quite enough of women; and-she begins like ,ithe rest—kissing and all that sort of ithing. My luok follows .me everywhere." . . The- door was open, and Harry Pollard felt that he couldn't walk in, so he pulled the bell and waited. . Presently a woman came into the hall,.and the moment she caught sight .of Pollard .'she gave him her hand and greeted him cordially. "Where did you drop from?" she asked. "I am awfully glad to see you. So sorry .Robert is not here." .Itwas Mrs. Hewitt,'of course, and Pollard found feat they had not received his telegram, as the wires were down; and as for Bob Hewitt he was in Boston, but expected home- every moment. "You'll find it awfully dull here," said Bob's wife: "but Cousin Lou is •mth us, and I want you to like her very much." And he did like her very much. When she came down to tea her face was still burning, and she looked shyly at him. "Mr. Pollard, this is Cousin Lou," •said Mrs. Hewitt. "We have already met." said Pollard, •whereupon She blushed and looked angry, aad he regretted his want of .tact. Pollard had been there but a short time when he felt that after all there were worse places in the world; and as for .Cousin Lou, there were worse girls, Miss Aspinwall-Jones, for instance. There were walks oa the beach, drives, and chats after tea every day, and be came to know Co.usin Lou better in a week than if he had met her in society for a year. There was a peculiar charm in her presence, a witchery in her manner that aided her physical charms." Her mind was a treasure house that day by day yielded its store, and Pollard began to feel ashamed,of his ignorance of many things this girl knew better than he. The inevitable happened one day. They'were returning from a walk an the beach. A sou'easter was blowing and a mist lay at sea; rain had begun to drizzle when they reached the house .and : a light streamed from the front windows. ' "This is much like the first night I met you."; he said. : / "Yes?" she said, with a rising inflection that was peculiar to her voice. "And.it seems so very, long ago," he added. • "Yes?" "Aad since then I havs discovered something—shall I tell you what it is?" Silence. "I love, you very much—may I hope? May'I-hope that sometime you will tel? me that you love me?" "Yes"—this time without the rising inflection.. That was air there was to it, or nearly all, and the nest day Harry Pollard -went away. • "Now. for the governor," he said to himself, :as the train neared Boston. He f opnd Him at the office and was met with a frowa. "What's this I hear from Lenox?" his father said. "From Leaox?" and the younger Pollard looked as innocent as a lamb. "A person by the name oi Mrs. Aspin;wall-Jones writes me .that you have proposed to .her daughter. Is it-true?" "Well, yes, I suppose it is," replied the younger man, desperately. "You won't marry her, sir—do you •hear?" - "Eh?" replied 'Pollard the younger, sadly bewildered. "I have broken'.off the "engagement, sir; wrote to her'-and told her you. do not get a cent of -my money unless you marry as I direct. . She wrote back that it was very cruel, very wicked in me tc wreck two .young lives, but I wrecked them. There, sir, is a package the young woman sent me, containing a few jim-cracks you sent her," and the/eHer man handed the astounded youngster a package -is'ow, aon't let me Bear of any more s,uch nonsense " "It seems too good to bo true," almost shouted the exultant youth. "Thank you, governor, awfully," and he grasped liia father's hand enthusiastically. "God bless my soul, what do you mean, I say? What do you mean?" "I'll toll you some daj," and out of tbn office rushed Harry Pollard. He had scarcely gained* the street when'he remembered Carolyn Cannon— and he hadn't said a word to hia.father about Bob's cousin Lou. Perhaps he had better wait. ; But what did his father mean by saying that he nruet marry as he should direct? If he wen-t against his wishes Jie would not get a cent .of money from jbis father, and money, you know, is an extremely necessary article even if it is "love in a cottage." Bat Lou—his father must see her to agree with his son that she was the most g-lori&us woman in the world. And that Carolyn. Gannon affair- how eould he get out of that? He would go to Lenox, at all events, and face the music. Perhaps something would turn up. But how could he explain his sudden departure? Business? —yes, very important business took him away. When he got to Lenox it was about eleven o'clock in the morning, and he felt very seedy, • having had but little sleep the night before. He went to the hotel and freshened up a bit, and then started to walk to Miss Cannon's cottage, which was but a short distance away. On the way - a buckboard drove by, and he saw Miss Aspinwall-Jones and her scheming mamma. The latter bowed coldly, the former effusively, as if to show she didn't care much, after all. Pollard returned her bow a little awkwardly. He -felt sheepish, remembering what had passed in the brougham that night. As he neared Miss Cannon's cottage he nerved himself up as to what he should say. Should he deny the existence of their engagement, say she misunderstood him,-or should he throw himself on her mercy and say they had both made *. •mistake. - About a hundred yards ahead of him he saw her tarn a corner—how well he remembered that tall, graceful figure and that languid, deliberate gait. He hastened his steps to-overtakc her, but she turned into har gateway 'before be could catch up with her. He would have called out to her, but some people were passing and he did not ,-care .to attract their attention. She turned her head carelessly, but evidently did not see him, for she did not bow. She passed on aad entered the house. An instant later he stood on the steps and-touched the bell. A serving maid answered. ' "Will you please ask Miss Cannon if she will'see me," he said. The maid went away, and a moment afterwards returned. The answer dumfounded T^m, "Miss Cannon is not at home." He said not a word and then went away.'. It was a little unpleasant to be thrown over that way, but perhaps it saved a good deal. He wrote her a note the next day offering to explain if she would see him. He said she was unjust and cruel; he could tell her every thing. Would she not see him? The note he received in reply was very formal; she declined to seejiim. That was all; but Harry 'Pollard felt relieved. She was a woman he had known for a long time, and without giving him a chance to reply to charges which were trivial in themselves she deliberately threw him over. But it wa what he wanted—what he came to Lenox for, but, withal, very humiliating. ' . He'weat back to Boston and wrote to Carolyn Cannon a full confession, at the same tune telling her of his engagement to Bob's cousin Lou. A short time afterwards he received a note from her congratulating him. When they meet on Commonwealth avenue they bow civilly, of course, but that is all. Something very important took Harry Pollard-away from Lenox—a note from his father.- When he read it he frowned, for he felt that his troubles were not yet over. The letter read: MY SON—Corns away from Lenox immediately; I do not'care to hear of any more engagements. I shall expect to see you at the house to-morrow evonins; I wish to Introduce your •future wife, Miss Mudison. You know quite as well as I that if you marry as I direct you get a good part of my money, otherwise not a cent., Miss Madison is one of the most beautiful, intellectual women I ever knew: her family Is irieproaohahla, and »phe is not a money- hunter. If you go against .my wishes and throw over this girl and'my money you are an ungrateful cub. To-morrow evening, at eight o'clock,'! shall expect to Sf e you in the drawing-rcom. JOHN D. PouiiKD. Should he go to the house, he thought, as he walked aimlessly through .-ihe public gardens. Throw over Lou tor this money and the accompanying inevitable girl? Never, by Jove! "Beautiful, intelligent—bah!" be muttered, as he walked up the steps of his father's house. ' . He met his father in the hall. "I'm-here, governor," he said, forcing a laugh. "I suppose I. shall learn my iate, but suppose—suppose this Miss Madison doesn't like me?" "No danger of that," replied the old man, rubbing his hands and laughing •heartily "She is in the drawing-room." He pulled open the portiere and Pollard stepped in/ "I'll leave you," said Pollard the elder. Harry Pollard stepped into the.room and saw smiling, happy, radiant, Bobis cousin Lou. He stepped forward and then paused and looked : at her blankly. "Lou, Lou," he said; "is it you? I expected to find Miss—Miss—" "Somebody else," she said, quickly. "I am she."—Boston' Globe. —"What kind of "cake do you call this, Mrs. Blesser?" asked Gongoslin, as a, piece slipped from his fingers and fell to the table with-a crash, ''Pound cake," replied.the landlady. "It is well named. One pound to the square inch, I presume."—Inter Ocean. Administering; Medicine to Tabby. A New York gentleman has a very valuable Angora cat, and so fine a' specimen of her kind that she is famous in n large circle of fashionable folk.' She is not rugged in health, yet she,can not be persuaded to take physic.. It has been put in her milk, it has been mixed with her meat, it lias oven been rudely and violently rubbed in her mouth, but never has she been deluded or forced into swallowing any of it. Last week a green Irish girl appeared among the household servants. Sha beard all about the failure to treat the cat. "Sure," 'said she, "give me the medicine and some lard and I'll warrant, she'll be atin all I give her." She mixed the powder and the grease and smeared it on the cat's sides. Pussy at once licked both sides clean and swallowed all the physic. "Faith," said the servant girl, "everybody in Ireland does know how to give medicine to a cat."'. ; Left in Ignorance. First Drummer—Got dinner at the Highprice House, eh? Have they good dooks there?" • Second • Drummer— I don't know. I forgot to fee the waiter.—N. Y-. Wep-kltf. The important it purifying the blood can- noS he .overestimated, for without pure blood you camiot enjoy good health. At this season nearly every one needs a good medicine to purify, vitalize, and enrich the Wood, and we ask you to try Hood's Sarsaparilla. It strengthens an( i buiias up the system, creates an -appetite, and tones the digestion, while it eradicates disease. . The peculiar combination, proportion, and preparation ol the vegetable remedies used giva to Hood's .Sirsa.parilla pecul- -T--. If eolf far curative powers.. No ' y H«CII otbermedicine has such arecord of wonderful cures. If you have made up your mind to buy Hood's Sarsaparilla do not be induced to take any other instead- It Is a Peculiar Medicine, and is worthy your confidence. Hood's Sarsaparilla is sold by all druggists. Prepared by C. I. Hood & Co., Lowell, Mass. IOO Doses One Dollar Has Joined the Throng. DAYTON, TKSN., a beautiful town of S,OCO in- Habitants, located on the Queen and Crescent Route, 293 miles south of Cincinnatuhas hitherto kept aloof from the cxciterjicnt attending the hnom bf.tlie New South; but the possibilities oft'ered by a town already established with »n inexhaustible supplv of coal, iron and timber, and with cokcing ovens, blast furnaces, factories and Uotels.in operation^ -were too great to escape theleye of the restless capitalist, and a strong party of wealthy men from Chicago. Chattanooga and NasHville, in connection with prominent banking nrms in New England, have formed z company to be known as the Corporation of Dayton, for the sale of town lots, the establishment of industrial enterprises, etc, It is an assured fact that within six months 'Dayton will have another railroad from the bouth-cast, which wiil njake it an important junction and transfer point for nearly one-fifth of the freight and passenger traffic between the Great North-west and the South-cast.- In addition to this it is Jocated on the Q.. and C., one ol the largest and roost important of the Southern Trunk Lines. It is in the midst of the fertile and beautiful Tennessee Valley; has already an established reputation as a prosperous and s. e manufacturing town and some additional strength as a health, resort. 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