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tfAILY PHAJROS "WEDNESDAY. KOV. 24. 1897. _ mm. »• LOBTHAIN. JOHN w. BABKKS. Irfrathaln A Barneu. WDITOHB A»D PROPRIETORS. TBBM8 OP SUBSCRIPTION — Dally per week. 10 oent»; per month 40 cent*: per yenr itricUy In advance) J4-50 The Weekly Pharos and the Saim-day Pharos the mo forminir the Serai-Weekly Mltion,' K.26 & year, Mrlctly In advance. Entered at the Logansport, Ind.,poetoffioe as teooDO cla«f mall matter, as provided by law. PILLSBTTRT, the great Minneapolis miller, predicts that wheat will be gelling for 11.50 per bushel before Thanksgiving turkey was supplied by a Rhode Island man. It weighs twenty-seven pounds and was fattened on sugar cnro. AN extra session or the Illinois legislature is talked or. The Republicans fear that the next legislature will be Democratic unless the tate is gerrymandered. THE great issue— LUC aii-absorblnfj issue— among the learned men of this country Is: "Are J" u for or a g alD9t football." At present the majority -would vote to let the game proceed. SECRETARY GAGE spute at the annual banquet of the New York chamber of commerce last night. He^dli not outline his plan of currency reform, but Insisted that Immediate action was necessary to save the country from disaster. WILLIAM D. BYITUM, whose whereabouts have been in doubt since the November elections, turns up in New York and has just issued a proclamation announcing that the result of the recent elections is a great gain for the cause of "sound money." McKiNLEY keeps right on extending the scope of the civil service law. He has just decided that his removal order means that an official can oot be removed from the public service without cause, and that a removal which means a change from one position to another is not permissible. "PEOPLE have varied ideas of the Mission of newspapers," says the South Bend Times. "Some politicians regard them as agents to promote their ambitious efforts. Business men appreciate them as ai'ds to extend trade. TLe public generally look upon them as the censors of the age whose mission is to maintain public and private integrity .ind social order." NOTING the formation of a syndicate, headed by Charles Denby, jr., to establish trade relations with China, the Indianapolis Journal says: "Aside from the personal aspuct, this move on the part of the younger Denby is of wider interest, as indi- caticg the beginning of an intelligent and aggressive policy on the part of American manufacturers for securing Chinese trade. Mr. Deoby has lived long enough in the country to have learned its needs and the possibilities of trade, acd his representations to the syndicate which has employed him ire doubtless based on accurate knowledge. Knowing the language and the people. and having bad access to the best circles in Peking, he is admirably equipped for the work in band. The syndicate's plan is the one usually pur, sued by European manufacturers and exporters and the only intelligent one for acquiring trade in foreign countries, viz., the employment of a resident agent or manager who understands the language and the people, and the establishment of a local agency to make sales by samples. No doubt there is a large field for American trade in China, and this is the way to secure it. The success of this movement, and it is almost sure to succeed, will prempt others on the same line, and may lead eventually to a great extension of our foreign trade." Be Thankfel. Tomorrow is the day set apart for the acknowledgement of temporal blessings. The people of this land have abundant cause for thanksgtv Ing. The year has been fruitful Except for the yellow fever in the south it has been free from epidemics. Nature bus been kind. The tiller of the soil has been blessed with good crops. Labor has been fairly well employed. There may be hunger in some households, but if so It must be due to artificial rather than natural conditions. We should be thankful that we live in such a land. We should gratefully ackowl- edge the goodness of the Giver of every good and perfect gift. Japan is doing all In her power to extend her tea trade with America. The test way to do this will be to aind us tb*»t« of tea so good that oar inspectors wfll not be obliged to burn up hundreds •fthem. THANKSGIVING. Now The jocund year h»i flown. Spring, with her gre*n : broideries ! And starlike flowers, and leafing trees, Is far off, ifcded and unknown, j Where, too, IB Bummer's] opulent fame? I The pomp of woods, the singing bird, i Are now of things not Keen or heard t In autumn's ebbing, flickering flame. Bat lately flashed October's blaze | Of baffling beauty on our way. | Now it, with all the march from May, Lies dead and hidden from human gaze. But while the sun is in the sky Memory will still rc-ciaini the past. And who shall fear the wintry blast Or arctic cold when snowfiakes fly? The largess of the barn and bin, The rick in many » garnered field. The things the farm and garden yield. Are ours, and they are gathered in. Let us be glad the circling year Has brought its gifts -so manifold— The bounty of the wood nud wold— And for the thought that life is dear. Let us give thanks for everything Within the swift year's ebb ami flow. All lives must meet iheir cold and snow, But at the end comes jubilant spring! JOEI. BEKTOS. there was theooy, and Harry couldn't af ford to board Mm one, and so Essie had to take care of him. And she did. And she grew to love him so that" her whole soul •was bound up in him. And Harry, he j h*ted that boy's father, and instead of lov-1 ing the child .used to be all the time loot- j Ing for the father's traits in him. And i then he-beg»n to get •jaUaaenit' the child; not that he loved Essie so much—he never loved anybody -but;- himself. And the more he saw Essie cared-for the child the more he let it be seen he didn!t care for J him. ' ••He didn't strike him—oh, no, Harry Farnswortb didn't ,«frike;jiim,—but his rrery look and word waW' blow lor tha MISS TROY'S VIEWS. A THASKSGIVIXG STORY BY HARRIET PKES- COTT SPOFFORD. man who invented the electric mt trap My* h» can mate on the same ylam a trap large and strong enough to beara. [Copyright, 1897, by the Author.] The long wire of the doorbell was still vibrating when Miss Trudy, a woman of quick motions, shut the front door to which she had been summoned by a Thanksgiving beggar, having run there at once, with a pie out of the batch she always baked to give away on Thanksgiving. She did not know who the person was, but the person evidently knew her and said: "Thank you. Miss Trudy.' T'lis pie gives both of us reason for thanksgiving—me that I've got it, you that you can jive it.'' "Humph!" said Miss Trudy. "If I hadn't any better reason than that for thanksgiving. I shouldn't say much about It." And then she went back to her pretty little sitting room, its blazing fire and rugs and rocking chair, its peacock feathers and fruits and the great fragrant lemon tree that she had raised herself, from a seed. She sat down before the fire and turned back the skirt of her gown over her fcnees, showing, had there been any one to see, a foot still delicate and pretty as •when Geoffrey Masters used to pull on its overshoe—dear, dear, how many years ago! ''Yes," said Miss Trudy to herself, '' I should say I had some better reasons for thanksgiving than just that I can give ivway squash and mince pies, though that's a, good deal. I've reason to thank the Lord 'or a whole procession of blessings. Yes. and the first and cheapest of them all is shat I'm a single woman and my own master. I can rurr round without anybody's leave, and there's no man here cluttering up. If that isn't a blessing. "I COULDK'T HATE DONE THAT IF I'D MAK, RIED." lensitive little creature. He never praised the poor dear for anything he did, let him try ever so hard to please him; he never smoothed his hair or patted his cheek or gave him a kind word or any other word. Sometimes he'd look at him with his big eyes so . like a wolf that the boy would have to run crying out of the room, and then he'd sneer at him for a bawl baby. Because the boy loved birds and flowers and all outdoors he called him a girl baby, and because he was delicate and a little thing made him feverish he called him a Humbug. But, oh, how dear the child was to Essie! How she loved him! She would sit with her arms round him in the twilight, when Harry.was off driving his fast horses or doing nobody knows -what, and feel the child's dear little head on her heart, and lay her cheek on big and love him so or lie down beside him at night and feel his arms round her neck, and his dear breath on her face, and his soft, sweet kisses, and ic was a joy.and a comfort to her—Harry taking his pleasure somewhere else—and all the joy and comfort she had anyway. And she would feel she could endure the one as long as she had the other, though no child, if he was one of .-the angels, will make up to a wife for her husband's neglect of her. And she used to look forward to the child's growing up and growing into all she wanted him to be, and her having him and his love when she was old —and it was about all she had to look forward to, and goodness knows she hasn't much to look backward on, for her whole "THE RUN OF THE MILL" SALE OPENS MONDAY 29c, 35c, 50c, 59c Worth 50c to $1.50. We are always looking for something "Sensational" and when the- EHRMAN MANUFACTURING COMPANY of Terre Haute wired us that they had ],000 Pant?, Ov eraJ te, 3umper$, etc. •'the Run of the Mill," which means the accumulation of the factory of slightljr Imperfect goods which in working men's clothing amounts to nothing, as a spot or a scissor punch does not effect the wear or value to the. wearer. The Ehrman company does not allow an imperfect article to go into regular stock.but throws it to one side until they have an accumulation as described above, which they sell us at about 25 cents on the Dollar. We sort out and make the whole into four lots, 25c, 35c, 50c. Worth 50c to $1 50. The Otto Shoe & Clothing Company. puntry «nd seized the pie and hurrying to the door opened it and thrust out the pie into the night, crying: "There! It's the last one! Take it!" "I don't want your pie, Trudy," said a deep voice from the darkness, and a hand laid hold of her own as she started buck, and a stalwart form came into the beam of light and mounted the step and entered the door and closed it behind him. "I don't want your pie, Trudy, I want you." "Geoffrey! Geoffrey Masters!" she cried in a fainting voice, and caught his arm. for support im instant. ''I—I didn't know you—I didn't expeut"— "No," he said, "I don't believe you did. Xobody did. I didn't myself. I didn't suppose myself I'd ever see you again." And he led. her in and seated her in the chair she had just left and took another opposite. "Where did you come from, Geoffrey?" stammered Miss Trudy, when she could speak. "Nowhere," said Geoffrey. "And where are you going?" she resumed, after a little. "Nowhere," he replied again. "The fact is, Trudy," he said presently, after warming his hands at the bjaze an(i V '"i- -f-S^ ft^\^M s^m^f*"" «-%&.^M\ what is? And then there's this house. It's mine. Aunt Gertrude left me a trifle . of money for my name, and I put it out' »t interest-, and in 20 ye.-vrs it bought me | this house, this garden, this little,orchard j of peach and pear and plum and :ipple j trees, this pasture, this cow and this i grapevine. And I've got what I had before to live on and a little for the poor. I j couldn't have done that if I'd married. | Tes, I xised to think it hard times when Geoffrey Masters led me such a dance, making my heart beat so I was afraid he'd »ee it, and then going away the Lord knows where without a word when I'd all but made up my mind to marry him. But I'm sure It was a merciful escape. "Tes. those were cruel days. Don't tell me about old fools! There's no fool like a young fool! And that man made me suffer once. Tes, he did. It gives me a sinking now to remember the nights I used to watch for him and he didn't come. I never could bear to look at the stars on » clear winter's night since! Humph— yes—well, we do outgrow things, if we live long enough, and that's a reason for thanksgiving, I'm sure. Tes, I'm an old maid, and I'm thankful for it. I've often said I wouldn't marry the best man living; I wouldn't marry the pope of Boms himself if he was to ask me. I'm my own property, and everything about me is my own, and I can give away a dollar without asking. Jane can't. Look at Jane—she can't say her soul's her own. And yet when she was at home she nsed to rule all the rest of us children with a rod of iron. And now she says to Jaired, 'D«ix, I think I'll go down town today if you'll let me have the horse.' And he Bays: 'Civn'thave the horse. What you want down town? Always gadding. Place for a woman's home—enough to do at home. Stay at home!' And she's staid at home till everything's so blue she can't see it. People thought Jane was doing great things when she married Jaired— splendid farm, wood lote. bank stock, a horse and chaise and a herd of Jerseys— and she's never hsd a cent to spend from ; that day to this, for he took what belongs! to her and locked :t up with hi~ for the , children. I don't suppose she could gv~ it; if she made a row. but nobody wanes hot, water all the rime, and she wears n ealicx>; and I wear alpaca, and I don't know the| day she's Md « new bonnet. | "And look at Essie—just the sweetest, j softest hearted girl that ever li-red, and j she's never had any children of her own I except the little girl that cied. and she's j longed for them, and her arms ha're ached i for them and sie'd give half her life for another—though that's not saying much, for she don't, value her life a srrstw—andj she's married to Harry Farnswortb. And j hl» sister, a widow with one child—a little I •ngel out of heiiven if ever there was- one j —cam* home one day and died. And got noTrmrg. r m noooay, nut we mlgn» be happy yet," "With a sort of afternoon happiness," said Miss Trudy, swallowing a sob. '• "We can go down hi'l together. Here's my purse. Quk''j;i jTou'll have to pay the minister." And then there was a bustling noise of welcome as the minister and his wife came i in for their customary basketful, and an married life betore that baby came had been just 11 slaver)- to his folks, the old father and mother who gave him the place | if he'd take care of them, and chey saw to | ID that he did, and that she did too. They I just walked right, over her and sat down ! on her, and she w;is soft enough to cry | when they died. | "And there's another thing, I'm sure— ' I'm sure it's » reason for thanksgiving, if ever there was one, that I didn't marry Harry Farnsworth. I guess I'd have strangled him. I couldn't despise him any more than I do! Humph! Tes—well, Harry Farnsworth! And there's my other sister, Louisa- How she did set her heart on Larry Wellman! And I didn't wonder. He was the most engaging fellow. And handsome, too—handsome as an archangel, his great blue eyes full of heavenly light, and his yelJovr hair in masses, and his face as if it was cut out of marble, and when I looked at him I always thought of the morning star. And people said he was going to be anything he chose—minister, senator, president And he had a little something, and they got married. And she was in this world or the nest. And so was he. And the first thing she knew he came home one night and went to bed with his boots on. And she's never had a ddy's peace from that hour to this. And he's never come to anything, and they live from hand ro mouth any way they can. She never knows how he's coming home, drunk or sober, and she never dares to go anywhere with him. she's so sure of being shamed out of her life by his getting so's to be foolish, and she never dares to have any company because she couldn't endure their seeing him and scorning him, she trying to keep secret what all the world knows. "What a woman wants to marry for •who's got enough to live on without marrying passes me. She can't go anywhere, she can't do anything, she can't give away, she can't invire home, she can't draw an independent breath. She is a cipher, a nonentity; she hadn't a right to herself or her children or her labor or her property. Marry! And what in the •world for? To lose her freedom, to give herself » master, to make herself a slave. Humph—yes—well—if I thank the Lord more for one thing than another it's that I'm a single woman and going to remain ao! niere goes thai bell again, and there's only one more pie left beside* ths minister's." And Miss Trudy ran into the as it (7;ey Uuit parted yesterday,""! haven't, been very lucky. I went away in pursuit, of pastime. I haven't caught up with her yi-r. I'm bad; after 25 years of it, tired out. without a dollar in my pocket, or any elorhes but these I stand in. And I looked at the old house that had strangers in it and I looked at the old graves thnt held all my people and I wasn't going to tecome a tramp, and there was nothing left, for me but the river out here. And I saw this light and came this way, 1 didn't know why, and I looked in the window and saw you. You haven't changed much in these -"> years, Trudy. I'd have known you anywheif—the same old rose in vonr cheok. the same soft fire in your eye. I've l>een looking a.t. you this last hour and it's all been rushing over me, the things I'd half forgotten—the old evenings under the stars, the old days upon the river. What a cursed fool I was to go after fortune and leave you!" "Well,"said Miss Trudy, not, without some hesitation, "well, you've come back." "Tes, I've come back." And there was another brief silence. "Geoff," said Miss Trudy then, "what sort of life have you led since you've been gone?" "About the average. Nothing much amiss. Nothing at all to my credit." "Have you married?" "No. There was always just enough remembrance of you to hinder." "How's your temper?" "Same as ever" "Easy go lucky?" "Perhaps so." "You always were a spendthrift," said Miss Trudy."* "When I had money to spend, maybe." "Not likely to be now then," said Miss Trudy, half to herself. "However, one faired in a family's eaBCgh and to spare. I suppose." she added presently, "that you've had so much roaming yoa'd be glad to stay at home?" '' Glad!" w; th a tone that somehow found her heart. "And you don't care for fast horses and their companions?" '' Don't know whether I do or not Never drove one. Fancy I like a boat best." "Tes. One Harry Farnsworth's too many in a family." And then therB was another silence. "Do you drink?" said she. gazing steadily Into the fire. "About as much as yon. do, I suppose. I like brandy in my mince pies, though." And then there came a laugh into his eyes, &nd he leaned forward and tilted np her chin. "Look at me, Trudy," said he, "Do you mean to take me, after all?" "I don't know but I do, Geoff," said she. "I guess I should do as well as the others have done if I did.. And, my goodness, there's the minister! I'd most forgot He always comes for his chickens and tarts the night before Thanksgiving." "Then Sate njejjow,;' said.lfccfc- "KOWHEKE." outcry of surprise and question, and a few solemn moments of low spoken words, and another bustling noise of adieus, and Miss Trudy stepped outdoors ;ifter the minister and his wife a moment TO look at the stars in the dear wintry sky. "If you'd just as lief, call into Jane's or Louisa's as you go by." exclaimed Miss Trudy after the departing pair, "and say you guessed I'd done about as well as the others, after all." And then Geoff drew her in and shut and bolted the door. "Do jou,know." remarked MJS.S Trudy, loosing up from her knitting,- a$ toe SAO by her husband's side a little later and after he had put fresh coal upon the fire — "do you know I somehow feel as if I were 20 years old again, Geoff, and you were 22. We've got a greet deal to t» thankful for, haven't we? Tomorrow's Thanksgiving day. Did -yon know it? Humph— well— yes — I don't see that I'vr got a better reason for thanksgiving, than that you've come home, Geoff, and I'v» married you!" HEART DISEASE. Some Facts Regarding the Rapid Increase of HeartfTroubles. Do I*ot be Alarmed, jBot Look For the Cause. i Heart troubles, at least among! Americans, are certainly increasing, and wnile this may be largely due! to the excitement and worry of. American busineas«llfe, it is more often the result of weak stomachs, of poor digestion. j Real, organic heart ^disease Is ln-' : curable; but not one case in aj hundred of heart trouble, is organic, j The close relation between heart j trouble and poor digestion is be- j cause both organsjare j controlled by: branches of the| same great nerves,; the sympathetic and pneumogastric. In another way, alsotthe heart is affected by that formjof poor dUres-j tion, which causes gas and fennen- 1 tatlon from half digested food: there i is a feeling of oppression and heavi- > nesa in the cbest caused by pressure! of the distended stomach on thej heart and luogs, interfering withj their action; hence arises palpitation! and short breath. .Poor digestion also poi§ons the blood, makes it thin and watery, which irritates and weakens the heart. . The most sensible treatment for heart troubles is to Improve the digestion and to insure the prompt assimilation of food. This can best be done by the regular use, after meals, of some safe, pleasant and effective digestive preparation, like Stuart's Dyspepsia Tablets, which may be found at most drug stores and which contain valuable, harmlessfdigestlye elements, in a pleasant, convenient form. It is safe to say that the regular, persistent use of Stuart's Dyspepsia Tablets at meal time will cure any form of stomach trouble, except oan- cer of the stomach. Fall size packages of the tablet* sold by druggist* at 50 ceato. Little book on stomach trouble* mailed free. Addraa Stuart Co., Marshall, Mich, OfflcIwTCtmnt for 'Xri Lincoln, Nel)., Nov. 24. — The official count of the election held Nov. 2 was. completed last evening. Sullivan, fusion candidate for supreme judge, received 102,838, and Post, Republican, 89,009. Compared with the vote on governor a. year ago, when Holcomb (fusion) received 116,415, and McCall (Republican) 84,723, the Republicans made a largre- gain. Holcomb, however, ran ahead of his ticket, the average fusion plurality- last year being In round numbers li,000 r while this year it is 11,000. She Is in I.nck It She Known It.i Des Moines, la., Nov. 24,— While the- bells of St. Ambrose rang for the wedding- of pretty Mary C. Sullivan and George F. Smith, yesterday morning, Smith quietly boarded a train and left the bridal party standing at the altar, the church filled with relatives and friends and the bride in tears. Illinois lI.iillH'told Momuii<M>t*.Jp(J Springfield. Ills., Nov. 24.— The contract for erecting the two monuments, one decided upon several days ago on Missionary Ridge to cost $18,000, and the one on Orchard Knob to cost $7,000, were awarded to Colonel .T, S. Culver, of the Culver Stone company, of this city. I'injrriM- KvpudintCk th« Story. Detroit, Nov. 24.— Governor Pingree, in a.r. interview last night, denied all knowledge of the formation of abigstock company of which he wa-<j to be at the head for the purpos-e of developing the asphalt fields of Venezuela. __ ABBREVIATED TELEGRAMS. Fire destroyed T. J. Walsh's general- store at Sioux City, la., with J10.000- Idea. Mrs. James Ray, of Collins, Ind., ha* disappeared with $400 in cash and other -. Owing to diphtheria and typhoid fever Sunday schools and public schools at Fort Dodge, la., have been ordered closed. Elizabeth Matherly, totally blind and SO years old. an inmate of the poor farm at Terre Haute, Ind., committed suicide. Miss Elizabeth H. Boutelle, daughter of Representative Bouteile. was married to W. TV. Palmer, a young business maB> of Bangor, Me. Rev. Dr. Luke Dorland, of Hot Springs, N. C., founder of Dorland university at Hot Springs, died at Springfield, Ills., aged 83 years. Mrs. Emmeline H. Rudd, widow of Commodore John Rudd, was arrested At New York Monday charged with stealing jewelry in a boarding: house. Adolph L. Luet^ert's second trial at Chicago for the alleged murder of hte wife will begin before Judge Joseph Gary cot later than next Monday. Too much attention to Christian science and kindred subject* has rendered: Mire Anna Peats insane, so a jury decided in Judge Carter's court at Chicago. S. E. Hagg-ard & Co., dealers in farm. machinery and bicyclea at Bloomin^ton, Ills., made an assignment to C. M. Rayburn, Liabilities, about $6,000; asset* $14,000. Senator M. A. Hanna contributed $«,000 to the Ohio Republican commute* to aid bis re-election, according to th» Itemized statement filed with the secretary of state. At Fairland, Ind., Charles Smith, aged 20. quarreled with his father Fletcher Smith, and the parent wa». stabbed in the abdomen. He win dl*. and the son is in custody. At New York Peter McAllister and Andrew Stewart, bricklayers, wer« fatally injured, while Patrick Hoey, * laborer er. wag badly hurt, but will probably recover. Scaffold fave way. L. D. Jackson, a machinist employ«din the Ixmisville and St. Lonls shops at Princeton, Ind., attempted to kill L. K. Butler, assistant master mechanic. Jsxk- •wi cave himself up to the polled KatbM PlatUc. of Brooklyn, bought a loaf of bread, bit Into * ptoe* thsrcoC found he- had Mtt*n into * BM jwnp* to hi* fasi. •panting «w Now beU mint th«b*k«r for (to 1 AtebM. i iivini

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