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Wf. office ehd of 4 big black dfaf, as he sat at one 6* tilt Sniall in aft up* ate & few gveiiifigs aga, and as he struck a' Hatch to ignite the weed he said: "A professional 'diamond thief Is is shafp as they make 'em. He hold people up on the street, aad it isn't often that he commits burg* lary to get the gems. He may sneak them, but that's about as far as he foes i& the way of breaking the law. "A short time after e**lnspector Syfttes reorganized the detective bureau 1 had charge oil a case which was the cleverest niece of work on the part of a diamond thief t ever heard of. ; "One morning. when 1 reported at headquarters the chief said that a re* tired business man, who lived on one of the cross streets near Fifth avenue, Wanted him to send up one of his men to investigate into the loss of a valuable diamond. The chief assigned me to the job, and in half an hour I was at the house. • "This is the story as the man gave it •to me: He Was a widower, and among Ills deceased wife's jewels was a pair of Jarge diamond earrings. Having no use for them, he had tried to sell them, but ,the diamond dealers would not give him more than half their cost, so he.ad- vertised them. ; "The next day a Pine street broker, whose name he mentioned, and whom I knew well, called on him and looked at the stones. He took quite a fancy to them, but said be only wanted one o'f them, which he intended to have set as a scarf pin. The owner fixed a price upon it—something Hke twelve hundred dollars. The broker did not object to the price, but wanted to bave the stone passed upon by a jeweler, saying he would send a check for it if the report was favorable. He took the stone away with him. "The day following the broker called upon the owner of the diamond and informed him that he had been robbed of the stone. He had placed it in his safe at the office the night before, and when he went to get it the next morning, Intending to submit it to a Maiden lane diamond dealer for his opinion as to its value, he found it had disappeared. He was positive that he had placed it in bis safe, and the only person besides himself who knew the combination was his son, who was west at the time. He was willing to pay the owner for the diamond in case it was not found, but thought it best to let him know of tbe robbery. "The broker said tbat he was cltlfes, bfit *6 clue ft 'th.e;fttgetfig dtfl* fnofiail W%B obtSinTra* « v' -• . *AH «ftSH8,te 4M&tiB «M«t «* HE SET TO WORK TO FIND THE COMBINATION. obliged to go to London on Saturday's steamer, and he requested the owner of the diamond to have a detective look the matter up, and he would pay all expenses. "If the detective would call at his office he would give him what information be had, but he didn't wish any of the clerks to know about the matter, as he didn't want them to feel under suspicion. "As the owner bad told me that the stones in the two earrings were almost similar, I asked him to let me see the remaining one, so I might be able- to identify the other stone in case I should r'urntie upon it at any Df tbe pawn shops. "The owner went to a small safe in ' the corner of tbe room and opened it. Pulling out one of tbe drawers he came toward ine, at the sanje time looking for tbe diampnd. He was unable to find it, and thinking be might have placed it Jn another drawer, be examined that also, but the diamond was nowhere to be found, He was positive be bad placed it In one of the drawers of the safe after delivering the other tp the broker, and be was the person familiar with the comblna* tipn, ,; "Here were apparently two diamond rebberies. §aob happening about tbe tline, tbfpwppse qf the thief < ing to Pbtftin ppssesBion of tbe pair of «i made tfte usual e^minatipn, and about the .servants Jn the and tfeen wept dpwn tp the of- e( the, Pl»e street brpfcer. The large te wfcieb tbejGjerks bad wwan, i BO* invested }n, and quickly upp# jt §9 belpg in a proper jn, the private office of the »ft!rtber and. mwk swaJJer 6tge«'§ little distance a.wa,v un.gn thp »Mfi committed were witfrwri f&mit* and I M& tegftntef t» teaf tot it 't&i aitissltfiit eetiitf never be tteafced mn .tftoers ttfs evening tto telephone bell rang, and f was warned. "flife J§tti6n 61 the other ettd o! ttiS was the owfief &t the diamonds, tte td ffleet Win ia the lobby bf the Metropolitan opera house as soon as I eotild get there, t went tip at once, and On entering the lobby the first person t catight sight of was the owner of ..the diamonds, walking nervously up apd down and evidently in afl Sidled 'Condition of mind. He spied me while 1 Was a dozen paces away, and with a smile of recognition beckoned me to approach him. "'I've found the diamonds and the thief at the same time,' he said exciti edly. "'That's good,' said I; "where are they?' " 'Come with me and I'll show you.' "He Jed the way down the aisle on one side of the building until he nearly reached the orchestra. Handing me his opera glasses, he said: / " 'In the eighth row, near the center, sits a stout, blonde woman wearing a pair of large diamond earrings. Those are the earrings that formerly belopged to my wife, and the man who Is talking with the woman is the Pine street broker who is supposed to be in Europe.' "I turned the glasses toward the couple and gave a careful look at tho people he had pointed out. " 'Pine street broker?' said I, lowering the glasses. 'That's no more tho Pine street broker than I am. That Is—' " 'But recognize him positively as tho man who called on me and presented his card as the broker?' "'Oh!' said I, 'that's the way you obtained your introduction to the Pino street broker, is it—gave you his card did he? Well, I am not surprised nt that man there presenting somebody else's card, if there was anything to be made out of it. That fellow is one of tho sharpest confidence men of Chicago, and this is the first I knew of his being in New York. And as for the woman with him, she's a notorious Tenderloin character who^ has gotten the better of more than one moneybag in this town. If that man is your Pine street broker, you can be pretty sure those earrings she has on are your property.' "I gave the tip to one of our men whom I found in the lobby, and as we didn't care to make a scene during the performance, we waited until it was over and then gathered the pair in and took them down to headquarters. "It was easy, enough to hold the confidence man, but it was hard to get the woman to give up the diamonds. She finally consented to surrender them under protest, but, of course, she never made any more fuss about it and the owner kept possession of them. "This confidence man died in prison about two years ago, and I never learned the solution of the mystery of his getting both of the diamonds until a few months ago, when the story, came out. •'The impersonation of a well-known broker by presenting a card with the broker's name on it was a simple device to get possession of one of the diamonds. The thief had learned of the broker's intention to sail for Europe in a few days, and this fact was made use of to keep that part of the transaction in a fog until the broker's return to New York. . \ "When the confidence man called upon the owner of the diamonds to announce the supposed robbery of the day before, he bad planned to secure possession of the other stone for the alleged purpose of having a diamond expert make a careful discrlption of it—it being almost an exact duplicate in x,olor, weight and shape—and by this means tbe missing diamond could be identified.' by any pawnbroker or diamond dealer to whom it might be offered, "The owner of the diamonds was at luncheon in the dining room below when tbe confidence map called, and the servant was directed to show the visitor into tbe library. It was in this room where the owner bad met tbe supposed broker on his previous visit, and it was here that the safe containing tbe diamond stood. "Tbe confidence man had carefully watched tbe opening of the safe tbe day before, and be bad noted that it was worked by a simple combination. "When tbe servant disappeared from, the library tbe thief glanced around, and, seeing that be would be unobserved .and, ooujd readily hear any BP* preaching footsteps, be set to work to flnd the combination, It was only five minutes after be bad been-left alone be-, fore the owner entered the rooom ftnd fpupd bis visitor apparently highly agi* tated over the mysterious disappear-- ance of tbe diamond be hac} taHfn away wjtb hlnj tbe day be-« lore, and leaving tbe owner in igpori ance of tbe fact that while be was quietly eating hjs, lupoheon in tbe room be|ow the eomjjlnatigp of tbe safe bad been discovered and the other stone was at tbat ropwest JR tbe vest of t&e njan wl)Q StQQd before biro. tbe owner Beyer s&w the 'wntjr - Of f ilMAW$S BIEMON, tsars*' WA& Tcit: ffcoti Sh*i( i »* Mfeft A WfttifSd btfdtti and Wfe6 A ftpflnfc entn heaVen might — - . brother ffdia kndcklnt A man down. I had a ffiehd who* cafn'e to ftle ; and said, "t dare nftt Join the Churcb." I said. "Why?" "Oh," he said, "I have such a violent temper. Yesterday morning I *ai „_ get o! such a gafden la when th« king rides out In his splendid carriage. It is not so with thte garden, this King's garden. I throw wide open the eat* and tell you all to come in. No . —p— -- -«•—- violent temper, ieaieiun.j.uiv/1 "•"»*•— e> »,.^«u«. ,„..„__-- Wrim*;,-*** W*te*i f*li Jf d f»^ j crossing V«y early at the Jersey City monopoly In religion. Whosoever HE Bible ia a great poeifi. .We hate in it faultless rhythm and ' bold imagery anrf startling antithesis and rapturous lyric afad sweet and in- narrative pastoral structive and devotional psalm; thoughts expressed In- style more solemn than that of Montgomery, more bold than that of Milton, more terrible than that of'Dante, more natural than that of Wordsworth, more Impassioned than that of Pollock, more tender than that of-Cowper, more weird than that of Spencer, This great poem brings all the gems of the earth Into its coronet, and it weaves the flames of judgment Into Us garlands, and Jours eternal harmonies in its rhythm. Everything this book touches it makes beautiful, from the plain stones of the summer threshing- floor to the daughters of Nahor filling the trough for the camels; from the fish- pools of Heshbon up to the Psalmist praising God with the diapason of storm and whirlwind, and Job's imagery of Orion, Arcturus and the Pleiades. My text leads us into a scene of summer redolence. The world has had a great many beautiful gardens. Charlemagne added to the glory of his reign by decreeing that they be established all through the realm—deciding oven the names of the flowers to be planted there. Henry IV., at Montpeller, established gardens of bewitching beauty and luxuriance, gathering into them Alpine, Pyrenean and French plants. One of the sweetest spots on eartb was the garden of Shenstone, the poet. His writings have made but little impression on the world; but his garden, "The Leasowes," will be Immortal. To the natural advantage of that place was brought the perfection of art. Arbor and terrace and slope and rustic temple and reservoir and urn and fountain here had their crowning. Oak and yew and hazel put forth their richest foliage. There was no life more diligent, no soul more Ingeni9us, than that of Shenstone, and all that diligence and genius 'he brought to the adornment of that one treasured spot. He gave three hundred pounds for it; he sold it for seventeen thousand. And yet I am to tell you today of a richer garden than any I have mentioned. It is the garden spoken of in my text, the garden of the Church, which belongs to Christ. He bought it, he planted it, he owns it, and he shall have it. Walter Scott, in his outlay at Abbotsford, ruined bis tor- tune; and-now, in the crimson flowers of those gardens, you can almost think' or. imagine that you see the blood of that old man's broken heart. Tbe payment of the last one hundred thousand pounds sacrificed him. But I have to tell you that Christ's life and Christ's death were the outlay of this beautiful garden of the Church, of which my text speaks. Oh, bow many sighs and tears and pangs and agonies! Tell me, ye women who saw him hang! Tell me, ye executioners who lifted him and let him down! Tell me, thou sun that didst hide; ye rocks that fell! Christ loved the Church, and gave himself for it. If the garden of tbe Churcb belongs to Christ, certainly be has a right to walk in it. Come, thou, 0 blessed Jesus, today; walk up and down these aisles and pluck what thou wilt of sweetness for thyself. The Church, in my text," is appropriately compared to a garden, because it is the place of choice flowers, of select fruits, and of thorough irrigation. That would be a strange garden in which there were no flowers. If nowhere else, they would be along the borders or at the gateway. The homeliest taste will dictate something, if it be only the old- fashioned hollyhock, or dahlia, or daffodil; but if there be larger means, then you will flnd ,the Mexican cactus, the blazing azalea, and clustering oleander. Well, now, Christ comes to his garden and he plants there some of the brightest spirits that ever dowered the world. Some of them are violets, inconspicuous, but sweet as heaven. You have to search and flnd them. You do not see them very often, perhaps, but you see where they bave been by tbe brightened face of the Invalid, and the sprig of geranium on the stand, and the new window curtains keeping out the glare of tbe sunlight, They are, perhaps, more like tbe ranunculus, creeping sweetly along amid tbe thorns and briars of life, giving kiss for sting; and many a. man wbo has bad In bis way sowe great black rock of trouble, has found tbat they had covered it all over wttb flowery jasmine, running in and out anild the crevices. These flowers In Christ's garden are not, like the flower, gaudy In tbe light, but wherever darkness hovers over a soul that to be comforted, there they stand, nJght-bJppwjpg eereuses. Jn Christ's garden (here are plants tbat may be. better compared to tbp MpiQ a O caetus—tbOJ'fls without, loveliness wJtbia; men -with sharp at pbarseter, They wound Al* e.yejyime tb ** tWQhea They are bard'.to. handle. Men UJ-Q* ! ferry, and 1 saw a milkman pout a large quantity of water Into the mtlk-catt, and I said to him, 't thinf that wilt d6V and he insulted me, attd'l kndcked- him down. Oo you thinf 1 tught td join the Church?" Nevertheless, that very same man, who was so harsh in his behavior, loved Christ, and could not speak of sadred things Wlthoiit tears of emotion and affectfon. Thorns .with._., sweetness withjn—the'best specl- nien of the Mexican cactus 1 ever saW. There*are others planted in Christ's garden who are always radiant, always impressive—more like the roses of deep hue, that we occasionally find, called "Giants of Battle," the Martin Luthers, St. Pauls,' Chrysostoms, Wickliftes, Lattaers, and" Samuel Rutherfords. What in other men is a spark, in them is a conflagration. When they sweat, they sweat great drops of blood. When they pray, their prayer takes fire. When they preach, it is a Pentecost. When they fight, it is a Thermopylae. When they die, It Is a martyrdom. You find a great many roses in the gardens, but only a fow "Giants of Battle." Men say, "Why don't you have more of them in the Church?" I say, "Why don't you have in the world more Humboldts and Wellingtons?" God gives to some ten talents; to another one. In this garden of tbe Church which Christ has planted, I also flnd the snowdrops, 'beautiful, but cold-looking, seemingly another phase of winter. I 'mean those Christians who are precise in their tastes, unimpassioned, pure as snowdrops and as cold. ' Tfiey "never shed any tears, ^they never get excited, they never say'.anything rashly, they never do anything precipitately. Tiieir pulses never flutter, and their nerves never twitch, their indignation never boils over. They live longer than most people, but their life is in a minor key. They never run up to "C" above the staff. In their music of life they have no staccato passages. Christ planted them in the Church, and they must be of some service or they would not be there; snowdrops—always snowdrops. But I have not told you of the most beautiful flower of all this garden spoken of in tbe text. If you see a century plant your emotions are started. You say, "Why, this flower has been a hundred years gathering up for one bloom, and it will be a hundred years more'before other petals will come out," But I have to tell you of a plant that was gathering up from all eternity, and that nineteen hundred years ago put forth its bloom never to wither. It is the passion-plant of the Cross! Prophets foretold it; Bethlehem shepherds looked upon it in the bud; the rocks shook at its bursting; and the dead got up in their winding sheets to see its full bloom. It is a crimson flower—blood at the roots.hlood on the branches, blood on all the leaves. Its perfume is to fill all the nations. Its breath is heaven. Come, O winds from the north and winds from the south and winds from the east and winds from the west and bear to all the earth the sweet-smelling savor of Christ, my Lord! His worth if all the nations knew, Sure the whole earth would love him. too. Again, tbe Church may be appropri ately compared to a garden, because 1 is a place of fruits. That would be a strange garden which had In it no ber ries, no plums, or peaches, or apricots The coarser fruits are planted in the orchard,, or they are set out on the sunny hillside; but the choicest .'ruits are kept in the garden, So in the world outside the Church, Christ has planted a great many beautiful things- patience, charity, generosity, integrity but be intends tbe choicest fruits to be in the garden,.and if they are not there then shame on the Churcb, Religion is not a mere sentimentality. ing, It is a healthful practical, fruit— not life-giv- posies, 19YS.S! ftQ,twl&6ta,n4lng M&Jjy a, jnajj fea,s , a B d, it . been, tbraugu sev*i§ Wai pi was pMM!i$M!?Pi but apples. "Ob," says somebody l "I don't see what your garden ol the church has yielded," In reply, ] ask where did your asylums come from' and your hospitals? and your institutions of mercy? Chr.lst planted every one of them; he planted them in bis garden. When Christ gave sight to Bartlmeus he laid the corner-stone to every blind asylum that has ever been built. When Christ soothed the demoniac of Galilee he laid the cornerstone of every lunatic asylum that has ever been established. When Christ said to the sick man, "Take up thy bed and walk," be laid the corner-stone of every hospital the world bas ever seen, When Christ said, "I was }n prison and ye visited me," be laid the corner-stone of every prlson-relor.m association that has ever been organized. Tbe churob of Cbrlst 4s a glorious garden, ana it is full of fruit. I know there is some poor fruit In it,' I know there are gome weeds tbat ought to be thrown over the fence. I know there are some crab-apple trees that ought to be cut down, i know there are some wild grapes that ought to be uprooted; but are you going tp destroy the whole garden because o'f a little gn&rlea fruit? you will flnd may. Choos6 now between desert afid a garden. Many of ydu hav* tried the garden of this world's delight, tdu have ioiiftd It hks been a chagrin. So it was with fheodore Hook, tie made all the world laugh. He makes us laugh now when we read his poeffis; but he could not make his own heart laugh. While in the midst of his festivities he confronted a Ibdk- ing-glasS, and he saw himself and said: "There, that is true. 1 look just aS 1 atn; done up in body, mind, and purse." So it was of Shenstone, of whose garden 1 told you at the beginning of my sermon. He sat down and ainid those bowers and said: "I have lost my road to happiness. I am angry and enVloua and frantic, and despise everything around me just as it becomes a madman to do." 0 ye weary souls! come into Christ's garden today and pluck a little heartsease. only Christ is the only rest and the pardon for a perturbed spirit, Do you not think your chance has al« most come? You men and women who have been waiting year after year for some good opportunity in which to accept Christ, but have postponed it, five, ten, twenty, thirty years— do you not feel as if now your honor of deliverance and pardon and salvation had come? 0 man, what grudge bast tbou against thy poor soul that thou wilt not let it be saved? I feel as if salvation must come today in some o£ your hearts. years ago a vessel struck on the rocks. They had only one lifeboat. In that lifeboat the passengers and crew were getting ashore. The vessel had foundered, and was sinking deeper and deeper, and that one boat could not take the passengers very swiftly. A little girl stood on the deck waiting for her turn to get into th« boat. The boat came and went, cam's and went, but her turn did not seem to come. After awhile she could wait no longer, and she leaped on the taffrail and then sprang into the sea, crying to the boatman, "Save me next! Save me next?" Oh, how many have gone ashore into God's mercy, and yet you are clinging to the wreck of sin! Others have accepted the pardon of Christ, .but you are in peril. Why not, th'is moment, make a rush for your immortal rescue, crying until Jesus shall hear you, and heaven and earth ring with the cry, "Save me next! Save ma next!" Now is the day of salvation! Now! Now! This Sabbath is the last for some of you. It is about to sail away for ever. Her bell tolls. The plunks thunder back in the gangway. She shoves oS. She floats out toward the great ocean of eternity. Wave farewell to your last chance for heaven. "Oh, Jerusalem, Jerusalem, how often would I have gathered thee as a hen gathereth her brood under her wings, and ye would not! Behold your house is left unto you- desolate." Invited to revel in a garden, you die in a desert! May God Almighty, before it is too late, break that Infatuation. i» Fontalnbleau, and insects that sting • g,ro,veg fif the Qa&inps fijysees. You do fl«?t tear 4owp aqd destroy the whPle gardes because th,ere are a few specimens pf gn«rJe<l fruit, j ad»}t tbere are, fiften a B( j ft? tbe church let us be. |}QriQu, a Doom of the Drunkard. "The Bible teaches that the human heart is created for communion with God; that as the body needs food, so the soul needs spiritual nourishment. Among other substitutes for the Holy Spirit is alcoholic spirits. Whisky Is the d.evil's counterfeit of the Holy Spirit. .Most drunkards begin to drink to excess when overwhelmed with troubles. The slavery of the will to the habit is soon complete and the victim is a common drunkard. Science has established the fact that alcohol does not nourish or change-the temperature of the body. The only relief Is in oblivion, which is only temporary. Decrease of earning capacity, poverty, imbecility, delirium, cruelty, and criminality are associated with the use of alcohol as a beverage. All other vices become partners with drunkenness. The Bible declares this curse IB pro- jeijted into the future, 'No drunkard can inherit the Kingdom of God.' The drunkard's doom is an awful hell Tbe man slave to drink cannot be a free in Christ Jesus. The soul thirst will remain, but no opportunity be found for indulgence, Eternal conscious want is the onl/ future for the the drunkard? drunkards, no, Tp those few there is hope have the will power to rei temptation to drink, and the news' for most confirmed Few will seek help, few tbo *ird fatf la thai $-c% with, major?'* ' "AndIS tfte R »0n, no; tfith A Mental "Now, Hotofeins, tell the ciai when a handorgah is mentioned flrst of the inStrarfleftt " ° "When a h&ftdorgan first of the monkey." "You don't catdh me askine if*, * to our euchre club any more." "Why nott • She's a good pky^,.. "That's It J she was only a guesl »> mean thing took the flrst prize." NerVou! 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