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The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1894-02-17
PROVERBS.
OHIO.

Two proverbs in an ancie..t book find,
Ard oil their incon nsistency ponder.
Thc crst says! "Out OF sight is out OF mind"
The second: Absence makes the heart grow
fubGcr"
ImsGc suggestion 10 the girl flove
"Well try II; it's the only thing TO do;
Our double evidence will clearly prove
WHICH OF the two is false and which is true
"Th- summer while you wander by the sea,
IL thc city have my life Elys,an,
I'll neither write to you nor you to me,
TIL In month VIC render our decision"
The weeks crawled by, l grew quite thin ont
yale,
Ny efcs reduced TO mere consumptive hollows
AT leuPth the month was up, and through tn,
mail
There few two letters which were writ q.
follows:
Mine read Dear love, the test was too severe;
Though long the time not once my mind did
wander,
think we've proved conclusvely, my dear,
That absence makes the heart just ten times
fonder"
She wrote: Dear Tom, think by now you'll
find .
Which proverb was the right one after all:
or coUrse, when out OF sight ones out OF mind
I'm 20 be married in the early fall
- Martha NJ Schultze, in Life.
The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1894-02-17

ference, came forward and mounted
the little platform, beside the Judges.
The gentleman in the hail." he be-
gan, ''is Capt. Morris, of the union
army. and his object here is nota pleas
ant or attractive one. A confederate
soldier captured a few days ago by his
command has escaped. The prisoner is
believed to be in this vicinity. He is
young and was wounded in the skir-
mish where ne was taken. Knowing
you all to be of the captains faith
volunteered to ask yon if anyone pres
ent had seen or heard of any suspicious
person who might turn out to be the
missing prisoner"
lie halted, but no one spoke.
II know this request is unusual. and
it is made on my own responsibility,
not the captains. He has searching
parties out and believes that he win re-
capture the prisoner before morning. "
Again he looked over the little as
sembly, and the rosy-cheeked girls and
bright-eyed young men smiled at one
another and shook their heads.
All but one--she pushed farther back
into the shadow and nervously twined
and intertwined her slender fingers.
But she did not speak
The colonel returned to the hall and
they heard him say: u am sorry, cap
tain, that we cannot help you. but no
one here has seen or heard of the per-
son for whom you are looking"
Then the two men exchanged good
night greetings and the captain de-
parted.
The pOstLlaster's son went on with
his game, although the crowd had lost
interest in it.
''Only two more" he announced, and
called Lucy Dean 20 the inquisition
The questioning was rather tame
now and she could easily answer all
the queries. She was dismissed with
fiattcring congratulations and the re-
naming subject" was ordered for
ward.
The judges deliberated but a moment,
and then with their minds somewhat
biased by courtesy, perhaps, declared
the hostess the winner. and ahe gilt
tering toy was handed her with admo-
nitions TO let cherry trees severely
alone.
II was . gorgeous train that troopsd
downstairs q half hour later. Pow
dcred wigs and continental uniforms
adorned the guests. and the old house
The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1894-02-17

Quietly she fitted along the hall and
into the barren apartment. Her lamp
illuminated the rubbish there gathered
and showed gray cape over by the
window. She did not notice that, how.
ever; she was searching for the hatchet.
She knew where she laid it-but it was
gone.
The war ended, and one spring day
Tom came home--pale and worn from
an attack of fever.
''Iom," began Lucy the first after
noon, II have a confession to make-I
aided and abetted the enemy as the
newspapers say"
Then she told him the story and add.
ed: II have never told father, for he
might be angry-l want you to do it.
Besides, my conscience has trout bled
me for accepting the hatchet for su-
! perior adherence to truth-even if il
was in jest"
Much to her wonder Tom roared with
laughter. wait minute" he said.
and went TO his knapsack. Out of 1t
he took something bright and shining
and held it up before her-the hatchet.
when l was sick down among those
Virginian swamps, a young fellow took
me to his home and let me stay for
three days until could be removed to
hospital. lie gave me this to return
to the angel who saved his life. He
also gave me letter for her, which |
will now deliveS.'
Lucy took both with downcast eyes
and ran of to her room to inspect them
She would not tell what the letter
contained. but Tom noticed that a
month later the mail contained mis-
siye for her with II Virginia postmark.
The colonel scowled little when he
heard Lucy's story, but the scowl van
ished when he heard Toms.
Then, the next winter, the young Viz
ginian came up to see them-to see Tom,
of course. On the anniversary of his es-
capade beneath the same roof he sought
the colonel in the library.
'Lucy has decided that she has no
right TO the hatchet," he began, 1and
will deliver up her prisoner. ("
tie handed out the toy. The colonel
took it and with mock solemnity re-
Piled "Who is to be the jailer2"
She will, and for life too, II you VIII.
allow it,"
well" and the colonel gave sigh,
as II the tates were Ill against him, u
The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1894-02-17

seemed to have been set back century
in the twinkling OF an eye.
Lucy was not with the merry makers.
Back In the servants quarters was an
unused closet large enough for bed
room, but devoted to storehouse of
odds and ends.
There on pile OF worn-out bedding
sat the stranger in gray. The hostess
stood before him, her hatchct in hand.
You must eat as fast as you can and
CO." she was saying. ''rhey are look
ing for you all round here, and II they
should search the house, think where
we would be-
81 took that loaf of bread from the
4 table for you and there is some lni-
ment for your leg. Remember, you
promised me not to fight any morc''
~ promise" said the stranger, "this
wound alone will stop that I can't
thank you enough for this"
Don't try, then. Now you must go. !"
She laid the hatchet on the floor and
pulled from a pile of rubbish an an.
tique coat and hat.
You can pass for Miles Standish or
Thomas Jefferson or somebody like
that. They are all busy and will not
notice you. Go down the front stairs
boldly and out the front way
His dropping spirits revived by the
bounteous lunch and every faculty
alert, the stranger prepared to obey
her.
When he stepped out into the hall,
the extra loaf hidden beneath the an
tique coats ample folds, he was joined
| 1,,, H..
ted and laughed until he could scarcely
believe it was his serious-eyed rescuer.
AS they descended the stairs she re-
marked. quite too loudly, he thought:
Lets go out and see if the soldiers are
about" and with her dainty hand flut-
tering on his sleeve they stepped
through the wide doors to the porch.
Quick as thought the strangers dark
mustache touched the slender fingers
resting on his arm and he was gone.
No one noticed that the Puritan
maiden returned alone or wondered
what had become of the oddly-dressed
individual who had accompanied her.
When just before the gray of morn
ing the last guest had departed, Lucy
Dean sat thinking before the fire in
her room. Had she done right she
wondered. or had she done wrong?
Almost the latter, she was afraid; but
then as the haggard face and liinping
gait of the stranger-he was Virgin
ian, he said-came before her, she felt
that she would do the same thing
again.
But The hatchet! She blushed lit
tie to think that she should have ac-
cepted the emblem of so much of truth
and uprightness. even in the hilarity of
u game, when in fact she was so little
deserving of it After all, she med
itated, some people pronounced the
hatchet story myth. She would not
worry about it.
But she would get the hatchet. She
remembered now where she had left it
in the storeroom where the stranger
rested.
The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1894-02-17
hlTl nEEtAlr.

ber 81 is, | heard. through depths OF
darkness. The fascinating note of Il
clear and musical bell. Whence did the
sound proceed? Not from the prison
turret. not from the hospital dome. not
froin .he old kirk tower; no, methought
1t must be purely imaginary. Sadly
too soon | heard it die away, but it LEFT
me deeply meditative. though thankful
and cheered. Without really divcrcing
morning from midnight, it had yet
ushcrcd in new year So far as it
was able. it had rung out the false and
rurg in the orue. 1t had proclaimed
me woman at last, since twenty -one
years previously had first seen the
holy light of heaven. In few hours |
knew that would be set at liberty to
do just as | liked. Justice would say
that had expiated my crime
Al eight o'clock, while the east was
rosy with the first blushes of a new and
innocent year, my kind warden entered
my primitive cell. The chaplain fol-
lowed, and he. in his quiet way, gave
me ahsolution. After that sat down
to really excellent breakfast, which
the matron brought t. me in person.
AT nine o'clock WAS led forth from
Dummersbra prison by the reverend
chaplain. His last words to Inc were:
'Iou have, dear child, borne up
throughout your three years confine-
menl with true woman's fortitude;
but The world that is yet before you
may owe you many II grudge, asd you
may be pressed 10 cry out: oh! that |
had died" But lose not heart, for Goa
viii ever be with yod on your journey,
though you should see Him mott"
Inc prison door stood aiar. There
stretched the great, great world before
me, and no wonder that | was taken
abacl. with surprise az the beauty of it;
no wonder ] felt like an alien at the
gate d Heaven. For three long years
l had almost forgotten the existence of
world so great and so fair. Surely
earth must be Paradise very little
known to those WHO are allowed 10
live in luxury there. thought just
then when | SEW the majesty OF the
mountains. The profound depth OF the
valleys and the greeny black belts of
scented pine woods. that ! should like
to ontlive Methusaeh, and gain more
friendships than the hairs of my head.
But mine is serious question: How
will the world receive me? Not with
The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1894-02-17

waistcoat armholes, and he was looK.
ing as hale, hearty and paternal as
ever.
"Lassie." cried he, God and are
pleased to see thee looking alive after
it ALL Now have been looking out
for thee. Come to my house this minute
and be my housekceper That woman
dealt badly with thee, but now she has
gone away, and | won't take her back
again.
"Mr. McTavish, never knew till to-
day that Duncan was no more of this
world"
"Eh, the news killed my Draw laddie.
And poor lassie, tell em all thy finger
nc'er touched poison. TheS put thee
in the prison house, and I never visited
thee: but now | ken my kindness may
creep out, though some will say it man
ma gang. Come, l tell thee mair aboot
it."
SO accompanied him to his house,
on the way there putting the per-
forated blue ribbon into his hand.
He stared ut it blankly for moment,
then | saw his lips part, and distinctly
heard him say:
Deed did the deed, Deed did the
deed!
What do You mean, Mr. McTavish?"
l cried in alarm
Decd did the deed. Ills plain enough,
as these letters tell. My eye fell on
the key in a minute. There are four
teen letters in Deed did the deel.'
You take the first one, then the last;
the second one, then the last but one,
the third, then the last but two. And
so you go on moving the letters into
order, until You stop in the middle of
'em. When that's done, you find 'em
in the order they're picked through this
ribbon. It's plain to me that Master
Deed Dicconson poisoned Nairnie Cam
eron. My lassie is saved"
My eyes swan, my heart went pit-a-
pat, the steam hammers began to
strike inside my head. as they last did
when heard my sentence in the Grim
inal dock. Here was a clew to the mys-
terry, and it had been concealed in the
murderer's Bible, and then Oracle had
The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1894-02-17

gladncss, wot, or men, women aud
children, knowing this to be the hour
of my release, would even have come to
meet me at the prison gate.
Having no relative in the land of the
living, where should my first steps lead
me but to Roderick Nc ravish's, whose
son used TO love me SO well ere had
TO submit to the seal OF murderess?
knew the house again; it stood imme-
diately on the outside of the old town,
with ITS whitened, irregular walls, its
weathercoclS over the ancient granary.
and its dimpled burn, gowan-sprinlsled
brae. and patch of dead heather all at
the back. had for three of the long
est years OF my life been wondering
about Duncan; we used to he such
great undiyidable friends, and he had
promised to marry me. ] felt that
must hear from his own lips that he
gould not marry mnrderess.
There was a great dog s-hcad knock
er on the back door When / applied
it, an old woman, with a mob cap and
dishevelled hair beneath, answered.
"Can see Mr.. Duncan?" inquired.
mo, ye cannot" she replied.
'Rut II he knew / was here ! feel
sure he would see me directly"
''S,o. he would not"
q May have glass of new milk?"
The old coo isn't MIXED"
.'May sit down on that stool for a
few minutes?"
ut isn't my own"
''Do you take me for a vagrant,
them pleaded
II ken ye we'll. Ye have just left the
prison-hooss. Mind ys Marine Came
The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1894-02-17
wondering About W.,hiurton.

This is my and Gen. Washin'tou's
birfday," said little G. W. Brown as he
sat waiting for his party" to arrive.
II wonder how he came to be borned
same day was. wonder ii he ever had
birfday party. wonder if his
mamma made him big cake all full OF
raisins. Iwonder If his papa gave him
a pretty pony like mine. wonder if
his grandma used to hug him and call
him Geordie' and give him chocolate
drops? He most seems like some la.
tion to me, bein' borned the same day
and named the same name. Guess he
must "a been named after memo, l
fink mamma said wIs named after
him. But i believe I'd rather be me
than Gen. Washin'ton!'-You outh's Com.
pahion.
The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1894-02-17
Bits OF Advice.

DON'T wait for the wagon while the
walking is good.
Don't grieve over split milk while
there's one COW left in the pasture.
Don't say the world is growing worse
when you are doing nothing to make il
better.
Don't tell the world your troubles.
You can't borrow ten dollars on them
Don't let the grass grow under your
feet. The cows can't get ut it there. =
Atlanta Constitution.
The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1894-02-17

Signs of Greatness. Harvey the
artist must be getting on famously,"
What makes you think SOP" swell,
see he has pictures In two Of this years
saloons. Judge.
The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1894-02-17

see no other way out vf it---in fact. 1
have rather expected some s',ch result aa
this ever since I learned how that gray
coat found in the storeroom came into
the house."
Cha RT Es MOREAIr HARaER
The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1894-02-17

very mighty man the Washington
Whom we adore,
Great WAS he in the honors that he won
In peace and war.
Yet as boy he was unable 70
Show strength, or why
So very small thing could he not do
As tell lie.
Nathan NJ Levy, In Judge.
The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1894-02-17

Let me tell You the story of WASH
ington and the cherry tree" said Mrs.
Culnso to Freddy.
But. mamma, how can there be =
story about it? George himself couldn't
tell one, you know" = Detroit Free
Press
The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1894-02-17

Editor = mo FIRE In the stove!"
Printer-''H Here's sixteen poems on
Passion" Editor-"Shove 'em in and
strike q mstchl"-Atlsnts Constitution.
The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1894-02-17

MS said he could not tell = lie,
George w., noble youth.
With him my son George does not vie;
he canpst teu the truth.
The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1894-02-17

EALLY,iti is too
bad to. be gi "
ing up our time
to dancing and
anus e IN e n t S
when so many
of the boys at
the front are
s,,Herinp." T" said
The St. Johns herald., 1894-08-23
MAKING LIQUOR IN JAIL.
A Secret Service Mans Discovery of 8
 CoIored Prisoners Trick.

A Secret Service Mans Discovery of 9
 CoIored Prisoners Trick.
 eff you want to see some queer things said a secret service officer, whose speciality is internal revenue cases, addressing a New York Sun man, lyon ought to travel with me for a few weeks. You would soon make up your mind to one thing-that when a man wants drink he will have it. No law in the world will prevent him. It's all very well to say. Suppose the man is locked up in jail?' but that won't stop him if he is man of intel ligence and wants drink very badly. 1 ran across case down south last summer that illustrates the simplest and crudest way of producing alcohol. 1 had been spending some weeks in central Tennessee and had run down the Bill Maverick gang of moonshiners and landed them all in jail-six of them. They were very smart lot and for safekeeping they were put in sep arate cells. About two weeks after the arrest, when I had to return to tes- tify in the case, I went into the jail,
  (that was the name I was going by at the time), there's whisky in the jail. 1 believe your moonshiners are mak- ing it.
 '''Lil1e enough I told him; they know how. Just shift them into new quarters at dinner, and see what we can find in their cells
 While my prisoners were kept in another part of the jail we examined their cells thoroughly, but there was not sign of still, nor of any whisky stored away. So we had to find a fresh clew. It was well-managed jail, and l was reasonably sure that the liquor was not smuggled init was most likely made on the premises. ] found by making inquiries that the prisoner who oftenest showed the eff fleets of drinking was an intelligent colored man, who had been put in charge of the storeroom. His business was to serve out the raw food to the cooks and keep the storeroom in order.
 That's my manp I said to myself, and l had him locked ia his cell and went into the stOreroom. It was just as I expected. He had a dozen fruit jars full of corn beer so strong that about two glasses of it would go to an old drinkers head. It was very easily made; he had only to make mixture of molasses and water, start it fer menting by adding a little yeast, and then throw in few handfuls of corn. Any Pennsylvania farmer will tell you how to make corn beer. Afte ferment- ing few days, it contained from twelve to twenty per cent ofalcohol. He had been doing fine business selling this to the prisoners and had keut himself well primed. The remedy here was to appoint new storekeeper who was not quite so smart"
The St. Johns herald., 1894-08-23
MUMBLING LECTURERS.
How English Audiences Are Entertained
 by Men of Scicncc.

How English Audiences Arc Entertained
 by Men of Science.
 Nothing can surpass the patience of the British audience at certain of these lectures. We have been present, says writer in the London Globe, on one such occasion when a distinguished, but perfectly unintelligible, member of the Royal society cngrossed the at tention of about nine hundred ladies and gentlemen from eight o'clock until ten. What he was saying no one knew. He mumbled on unremittingly and the company loudly applaudcd him in the intervals, when he drew breath for a fresh lease of incohcrcnce But he held a long rod in his hand and periodically he raised it and pointed at an enigmatic agglomeration of lines, which were believed to be an illustra- ton. This of itself alone would have satisfied his audience, coupled, of course, with the spectacle of his own respectable person. And when the lecture was over the secretary cOmpli- mented the old gentleman on his most instructive discourse, there was rush of eager seconderS of the resolution and the general public streamed out, yawning and happy. This gentleman received twenty-five guineas for his effort, and it is not known to this day what he was talking about. There is no civilization in the world to equal that of the average provincial audience at a lecture. It tolerates all things uncomplainingly. We have known these kindly people endure long sc ries of lantern slides upside down with out murmur, though their pictorial matter was believed to be of very ex- aitinr nafuTa
The St. Johns herald., 1894-08-23
FOND OF WEDDING CAKE.
Post Office Rat Making Free in Cleve-
 land with Letters and Packages.

A Post Office Rat Making Free in Cleve-
 land with Letters and Packages.
 ''Have you ever heard of our post 1 office rat?' queried a handler of Cleve- land mail addressing writer for the Leader. ''He is a kleptomaniac, born thief, I guess," continued the clerk. ''He steals letters and we cannot keep him from it. He has taste for we'd ding cake, too, and his conscience never restraints him from indulging it. We have set trap for him repeatedly, but he is too wise for us.'' The clerk then discoursed concerning the habits of the distinguished rodent. He hides among the rubbish of the room," he said, and has several means of ready access to the outside world. He takes charge of affairs when we are out. The other day he was seen sitting upright on the table nibbling at package of hickory nut kernels which happened to be side-tracked during transit through the mails. Not long ago a box of wedding cake got lost. A card was mailed to the sender to come and cor rect the address. She called and when we looked for the package it was gone. A feeling something like that which crapt over old Mother Hubbard when she went to the cupboard to get her poor dog bone gradually gained pos session of us. The rat had made off with the cake, and the closest search revealed only scattered fragments of precious sweetmeat. We thought for long time that some inquisitive per son was taking certain missives, but our suspicious proved to be unfounded. One day we discovered several of the missing letters near a hole made by the rat under desk. He had taken them as far as he could, and then had bade them good-by."
 The rat makes the correcting clerks office his principal rendezvous. It is there that stray letters and packages are held for a time to ascertain their correct address or for additional postage.