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Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1900-03-09
Beer Inspection Law valid.

Jefferson City, No., March 6.-The
Missouri supreme court rendered an
opinion to-day unfolding the validity
of the beer inspection law passed by
the last legislation.
Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1900-03-09
Kansas city Grain.

Kansas City, March 5--Wheat-Sales by
sample track:
Hard-No. 2. 6SA664c: No 3. $4,000
Soft-No. 2, zoe; No. red. 64d6Sc-
Mixed Corn-No. 9. 31kc; No. mixed,
SIC; No. 4 mixed. S01zc-
White COrn-No. ?. sec; No. white.
S1Zc.
White Oats-No- 2. 24lkc; No white.
231kG24c; No. white, 2Slkc.
Rye-No. 2, 53c; No. 5. 521zc.
Prairie Hay-$6 2567.25; timothy. 5000
1880; alfalfa. $7.50G9 90: wheat straw, $500
$3.50. Oats straw, $5.o0G5.5G.
Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1900-03-09
Chicago Grain and Provisions.

Chicago, March Cash Wheat-No.
red. 67z66S%c; No. 5 red. 65961c; No. 2
hard winter. 64A G652zc; No. 8 hard win
ter. 6Oa6z%c; No. 1 northern spring. 665k
@67%c: No. northern spring, 651z6s7c;
No. 8 spring. 61G6Sc- Corn-No. 2 SSxc;
No. 3, S26S3kc Oats-No. 2. 231k62SNc;
No. 3. &c Pork, S10.z71z. Lard. s5.75.
Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1900-03-09

J. P Baden. well-known miller
and manufacturer of Windfield, Kan,
is dead He left aa estate of $500
Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1900-03-09
St. Louis Cash Grain.

st. Louis, March 5.-wheat-No. red
cash, elevator. 695zc; track, 71kd72c; No.
hard, 656651kc- Corn-No. 2 cash. Sc;
track, 81. Oats-No. 2 cash, &c; track.
24A6e41zc; No. white. PC.
Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1900-03-09
MARKET REPORTS.
Kansas city Lave stock.

Kansas City Live stock.
Kansas City. March 5--Catue-Receipts
$3.50: calves. 146. The market vas steady
20 strong. Representative sales:
SHIPPING AND DRESSED BEEF
The Forrest City times., 1900-05-04
NOt tO He 0utdOue.

James Russell Lowell was a great student of dialect. One day while in England he entered a South Shields restaurant and sat down opposite a barefooted Shields yolSel, who had been walking and w ose feet were tired.
 Waiter" he said, bring me steak and fried potatoes"
 The yokel leaned his elbows upon the table. Bring me yan, tee," he said.
 Bring me cup of coffee and rolls," continued Lowell.
 Bring me van, tee," said the yokel. And, John, you may bring me a bootjack."
 Bring me yan, tee," added the yokel.
 Why, what on earth can you want with bootjack?" asked Lowell, sur. prised into asking the question. The retort nearly took away his breath:
 ''Gan away, ye fule," said the yolxel; dye think I canna eat a bootiack as well as ye?"-Glasgow (ScotlandD Times.
The Forrest City times., 1900-05-04
MARRIAGE.

 ms Devonshire lane as I trotted along Tother day, much in want of a subject
 for song, Thinks I to myself I have hit on a strain, sure Marriage Is just like a Devonshire
 lane. rn the first place. 'tis long, and when once
 you are In 1t, if holds you as fast as a cage does a ln-
 net; ror however rough and dirty the road
 may be found, Drive forward you must. there is no turn ing round. But though 'tis so long. 1t Is not very
 wide, For two are the most that together may ride; And cen then tis a chance but they get
 in a bother, And jostle and cross, and run foul of each
 other. Oft Poverty greets them with mendicans
 looks, And Care pushes by them. oerladen with
 crooks: And strife's grazing wheels try between
 them to pass, And Stubborness blocks up the way on
 her ass. Then the banks are so high, to the left
 hand and right, That they shut out the beauties around
 them from sight; And hence you'll allow 'tis an inference
 plain. That marriage is just like Devonshire
 lane. But thinks l, too, these banks within
 which we are pent With bud. blossom and berry are richly
 besprent: And the conjugal fence. which forbids us
 to roam, Looks lovely. when decked with the com
 forts of home. In the rocks gloomy creviee the bright
 holly grows, The ivy waves fresh OCT the whitening rose; And the evergreen love of a virtuous wife Soothes the roughness of care-cheers the
 winter of life Then long be the journey. and narrow tn,
 wayl I'll rejoice that I've seldom a turnpike to
 pay: And whate'er others say. be the last to
 complain. Though Marriage be just like a Devon
 shire lane. Chambers Journal.
The Forrest City times., 1900-05-04

chamber of a man who's abou. to pass in his"
 Tut, tut!" said the old doctor, hold ing his sides. "You've a diminutive, microscopic touch of the grip, man, and by tomorrow morning, if you take what Il leave here for you, you'll be as right as trivet and as militant as ever"
 Mir. Jobson turned over on his side, sulkily, and looked at the wall. When Mrs. Jobson tiptoed in ten minutes later. after letting the doctor out, she found him sound asleep, and he slept right on until morning, when he got up, dressed and ate three lamb chops and eight buckwheat cakes and drank two and a half cups of coffee.
 By jing" said he, with a sheepish look at Mrs. Jobson, when he was half through breakfast, "that old doc- tor of ours is a wonder, isn't he? Grip, eh? By the way, was a bit off my head when I came home yester- day afternoon, wasn't I--sort O delir- ious? I vaguely remember saying some things that were sort O woozy and mushy and"
 "Oh, was too worried about you to really hear what you said" replied Mrs. Jobson, mentally praying for for giveness. ss.-Washington Star.
The Forrest City times., 1900-05-04
AFTER THE FIGHT.

He went away to fight his country's foes, Because he thought his country's cause
 was fair No clanking sword hung at his side he
 chose
 To march back fin the ranks and battle
 there. The orders that were given he obeyed. Wherever he was told to go he went: He waded through the swamps there were
 to wade,
 A unit in loyal regiment.
 But they haven't put his name On the shining scroll of fame, He Is working as he had to work before; All he did was bravely fight For the cause he thought was right. And the honor of the uniform he wore. He suffered in the rain and in the sun. He plunged into the thickets with the In the fiercest of the fighting that was
 done
 He shouted and he shot and did his
 best. The man who gave him orders from the Is applauded for the noble part he When he lifts his hat the frantic people
 cheer
 o for the reputation he has madel They have proudly put his name oH thc Sniflus ScToll Ol ldIne, He is honored where they knew him not
 before,
 For he bade them go and fight For the cause they thought was right, And the glory of the noble flag they bore! The man who wears the shoulder straps
 returns
 To glory and to office. but the one Who charges and who loads and fires
 learns
 That the private's nothing when he
 drops the gun, The man who swings the sword deserves
 his praise
 And earns the fair reward they give him
 when He settles down again to peaceful ways But how about his brave and battered
 men?
 They partake not of his fame, They must toll again the same As they toiled and as they struggled on
 before
 Still, they had the chance to fight For the cause they thought was right, And the glory of the uniforms they wore! -S. E. Riser. in Chicago Times-Herald.
The Forrest City times., 1900-05-04
CROMWELL'S HEAVY TASK.
Perplexed situation of the Parlia- mentarians in the Crisis
 of 1847.

MT. Morley shows how heavy task Cromwell had to assume in the crisis of 1647:
 Tn no contest in our history has the disposition of the pieces on the politi- cal chessboard been more perplexed. What Oliver perceived as he scanned each quarter of the political horizon was parliament in which the active leaders were Presbyterians, confront ed by an army, at once suspected and suspicious, whose most active leaders were independent.
 He saw the city of London, which had been the mainstay of the parlia- ment in the war, now just as strenu- ouE for good peace. He saw an army in which he knew that his own au- thority stood high, but where events were soon to show that he did not yet know all the fierce undercurrents and dark and pent-up forces. Finally, he saw king. beaten in the field, but still unbending in defense of his reli- zion, his crown and his friends, and boldly confident that nothing could prevent him from still holding tho scale between the two rival bands of his triumphant enemies. We are full of faction and worse,' Cromwell wrote to Fairfax August 10, 1646), in a sem tence of dark omen.
 "So stood things in England Out side the kingdom he saw the com bative and dogged Scots, who had just been persuaded to return to their own country, still sharply watching Eng fish affairs over the border, and still capable of drawing the sword for king or for parliament, as might best suit the play of their own infuriated fac tions. Finally, there was Ireland, dis tracted, dangerous, sullen and main- spring of difficulty and confusion, now used by the parliament in one way against the army, and now by the king in another way against both army and parliament. The cause, in short, whether Cromwell yet looked so far in front or not, was face to face with the gloomy alternatives of per- fidious restoration or a new campaign and war at all hazards.
 htic 10 uo OtutI cause III UlSIOTY where the victors in great civil war were left so entirely without the power of making their own settlement and the vanquished so plainly umpires in their own quarrel. The beaten king was to have another chance, his best and his last. Even now if we could read old history like tale of which we do not know the end, whether it should be that sentiment has drawn the readers sympathies to the side of the king. or right reason drawn them to the side of the kings adversaries. it might quicken the pulse when he comes to the exciting and intricate events of 1647 and sees his favorite cause, whichever it chances to be. trembling in the scale. le."-Century.
The Forrest City times., 1900-05-04
| AN UNAVOIDABLE DELAY ,
n 4 DRINK" entreated the weak

DRlNh, entreateQ the weak
 A voice. "A warm drink, nurse"
 "I shall bring it to you" answered the trained nurse. She rose, placed the bell connection within reach of the feeble fingers, left the room, her light step9, soundless on the rich, deep car pet. Along the corridor, down the stairway, she passed. It was late, after midnight. Lights had been extin- gulshed in the drawingroom, the din- ing-room, the library. Only a single globe, opaque and mellow, lighted the way. This led to the servants quar- ters. Under and beyond the nurse hurried, chaste vision. Her blue and white striped gown and the snowy lin en at throat and wrists and the coiled dark hair accentuated the pallor of the patient, serene face
 1t was still in the great house on Michigan boulevard. Now that the thaw had come, the crunching of run ners over the frozen snow, the cheery Jlngle of sleighbells. the softened mur- mur of gay young voices no longer reached the ear. Not that Nurse No rine had anything to do with sleighing partles-nor any other form of indi- Ndual diversion. But there had been nights out of the last two months when she had been a bit bewildered al ,imes by the recolleetions these chim ing, irresponsible bells awakened. She had caught herself standing still, with one hand at her heart-listening to note should they stop before this door. ohe had dropped her hand with little sweeping gesture of self-scorn. And she had resumed her duties with the sudden glow in her cheeks dying out as the flush of embers dies under the pail of gray ashes.
 Tonight, however, there was no ex- raheous sound to divert-no personal remembrances to distract her. She passed into the great, immaculate, de- serted kitchen. The servants had gone to ped. She saw an expanse of polished wood floor, tiled walls, sinks of mar Die and of metal that glittered like sil yer; gas and alcohol ranges, and the numerous minor commodities which make the drudgery of domestic labor comparatively light and easy.
 Hark.
 What was that sound just without? A cautious, scraping footstep! She nstened - the saucepan poised in one h1ted hand. Silence. Pshawl It was nothing. It was no one. As if an at tempt at burglary would be made in thls neighborhood and with the hght burning. "I am getting nervous" she told herself. Constant vigilance, continual wakefulness will tell on the strongest of us after awhile. wish I clight warn. all young girls who desire to become nurses, dreaming only of the romantic aspect of that profession what the real life involves-what the actual experience means"
 She looked around the kitchen, and swlft retrospect brought the rose color to her cheek. Here-it was down here that she and Harry had stolen, aiter the cook was asleep, to attempt .he compromising of one particular, uehcious dish. What a blunder they naa made of it! And she had cut her
The Forrest City times., 1900-05-04
FORREST CITY, ARK. FRIDAY AFTERNOON MAY f. 1900.
Give it to me. It is all have of value

Give it to me. It is all I have of value -Bessie's picture"
 The man hesltated. He still looked down on the trifle in his great hand -motionless. entranced. From with out sounded crackle of curses.
 ''I will go," the man said If you "ill answer these questions: Where is this child? Where Is her father? Why are you here?"
 She put out both hands and felt blindly for the table behind her.
 'She is at the Sacred Heart convent. She is good She is beautiful. Her father left his home long ago in mis- taken-a jealous-rage." She paused. Something in the pose of the great bulk confronting her-in the echo of the voice that had interrogated-made her nostrils rigid-her lips blue. "I am here because 1 must support my child and myself. That is all"
 Your child!' he repeated. He was gazing down on the bright thing in the hollow of his hand. That face! The broad brow; the eyes, long-lidded and long-lashed; the serious sweep of hair about the temples-these were his own. And the mouth-those square-cut, sensitive lips, with the be- guiling diffidence that was half au- dacity-those were hers.
 "Nora," he began. It was his old name for her. "Nora-"
 ''Git to work!" advised husky voice from the outer darkness. "Git to work, you bloomin' fool!" The 'bloomin' fool" moved nearer to the nurse. He had cast aside his dis guising hat and 'kerchief.
 "Nora. you remember how we came down here to cook post-opera supper one spring night, after we had come back from New Orleans? I did not recognize you at first. Dress-time change-many things. All these have caused natural alterations" It was no longer the intruder who was speak ing. It was the gentleman-the schol- ar. 'We were so afraid of the cook you recollect? And that confounded omelette des herbes! We tried to make | it as it was served to us in dim dark dear New Orleans. What dinners we had in that little, gloomy restaurant on the Rue Chartres. What prowling in the French quarter! How you hated street! Then there were mornings in Jackson square. And the strolls | through the French market, and"
 There was no mistaking the fervor of the curse which came through the opened window. But the man fingered although he had handed back the bauble
 Do you remember?" he insisted.
 Gould I forget?" she counter queried.
 The bell rang.
 q am needed" She lifted the pitch CT of whey. She opened the door. 'Go!" she said.
 He walked to the threshold-there paused.
 Will you tell Bessie"
 "What?"
 Nothing, Nora. Never mind, dear"
 You have been gone a long time. nurse," objected the patient, fretfully.
 'I am sorry, madam, but the delay was unavoidable. Drink this.''
 She slipped her strong arm under the pillow. She directed the wavering head upon it. She held the cup with firm fingers. But her gaze strayed to corner where a crib used to stand "a little rose-hung crib, where the original of the portrait on the medal lion-Baby Bessie-had lain!-Chica- go Tribune.
The Forrest City times., 1900-05-04
MT. JObSOn Gets Sick
SlS 7zS S7IS zS 7S'zI 71S 7lS 7gS7lS 7ISz

NNR. JOBSON looked very solemn IV and resigned when he got home from his office about three hours ahead of his usual time the other day. Mrs. Jobson met him at the door with an ex- pression of alarm.
 Why" she inquired, anxiously, ''what is the"
 MT. Jobson smiled sadly as he inter- rupted her.
 Don't you bother, little woman" said he, in a weak, far-away voice, and then Mrs. Jobson felt sure that some thing dreadful ailed him-he hadn't called her little woman" for years. Don't you worry at all. And don't come too close to me, either. I've got typhoid fever, that's all, and guess my race is about run"
 What in the world makes you-''
 "Now, kindly refrain from giving way to any expressions of alarm" cut in Mir. Jobson, with wan smile. i've felt it coming on me for some time past, but haven't said anything about it, because I didn't feel like worrying you. I've always been afraid of ty- phoid, which is perhaps the reason why fate has been so ironical as to hand me out my dose of it. I've got all the symptoms-had 'em for some time, but now it's case of go to bed and stay, l guess, with me. I'm so weak that
 Mrs. Jobson had him bundled up in bed in jig time, with hot water bag applied to him (N. B.-What ailment in life, up to blighted affections, does not modern woman use the hot water bag for?) and toddy steaming over the spirit lamp, and the servant girl post-haste out the alley gate for the doctor
 Mir. Jobson took it all with an an- gelic smile of gentle reproduction.
 Its all no use," he said. still in that thin, far-away tone. ''Of course, it's good of you, my dear, to set about in an endeavor to pull me through, but I've feeling that I've about reached the end of my tether. Now, never mind weeping"-Mrs. Jobson had her handkerchief, done up in little wad at the corners of her eyes-"for it had to come some time. you know-it had to come some time" repeated Mir. Job son, in voice that seemed to demand the accompaniment of slow, tremolo music on the F.. string near the bridge of the violin. When the typhoid gets you, you know, the chances are about five to one against you ever living through it, and there isn't doubt in life that I've got the typhoid fever I've"
 But your head doesn't feel warm" said Mrs. Jobson, anxiously pressing her palm against his forehead.
 Perhaps not yet" said Mir. Jobson, "but I'll be in a raging fever before the night is over. The fever comes later I've got the preliminary symptoms dull pain in the back of the head, shiv- cry feeling along the spine, no appe- tite, lassitude, all-gone feeling in gen. eral. and finally strong presentiment that this all marks the end of my days. I've looked the subject up in a book I've got down at the office and it will be simply a waste of doctors time to fool around attempting to make any other diagnosis of my case. Now, be- fore lapse into unconsciousness. my dear-you know people with typhoid
The Forrest City times., 1900-05-04
No Use for n Throne.

Napoleon Bonaparte is quoted as saying to Dr. O'Meara at St. Helena: "If l was in England now, and the French nation was to offer me the throne again, l would not accept of it, because if 1 was to do so I would be obliged to turn bourreau (execu- tioner). l would be obliged to cut off the heads of thousands to keep my self upon it, which would not be pleas ing to me. Oceans of blood must be shed to keep me there. No, no; have made enough of noise already in the world; perhaps more than any other man will make; perhaps too much. \ am getting old, and only want retire ment. What could I do in France? Alone, to set myself against all the powers of Europe. Madness!"-Cen- tury.
The Forrest City times., 1900-05-04
Horse Philosophy.

The men standing about the horse that had slipped and fallen on the wet granite block pavement were eneour- aging the animal to get up by kicking him vigorously.
 "Yet why should I complain of their treatment of me?" soliloquized the horse. That is the way they treat one of their own kind when he is down!"- Chicago Tribune.
The Forrest City times., 1900-05-04
BeRinnInR Early.

Msmma Gas train slows up at rural station)-Let the window down, Os- tend! Don't you see that hornets nest suspended from the limb? Sup pose a hornet should fly in and sting you?
 Ostend-Let them come. mammal! If get stung I can sue the railroad for personal injuries.-Chicago Daily Nsws.
The Forrest City times., 1900-05-04
Tn the Dark.

Patience-So you accepted Will, last night?
 Patrice-Yes.
 You must look at him in a different light than you used to-
 "To tell the truth, when I accepted him, there wasn't any light st all."- Yonkers Statesman.
The Springfield herald., 1900-01-19
Ground Floor bedrooms.

There is danger in the porous cnar'
acter of plaster ceilings, which are
often very thin, indeed. The ordinary
ceiling is only porous diaphragm
permeable by gases with considerable
freedom" The vitiated air of sitting
rooms, therefore. frequently finds its
way into bedrooms. The British Medi-
cal Journal asks any sleptic to com
pare his bodily and mental sensations
after sleeping in such room and in
one situated over a similar room well
ventilated, and not occupied or illum-
mated by gas during the evening" The
remedy, it says, is to have bedrooms
on the ground floor, and living, work
ing and cooking rooms upstairs. But
how about noise?-London Chronicle
The Springfield herald., 1900-01-19
BURGLARS TOOLS IN HIS LEG
y Criminals Nuvol Wny of Conc,alinE
u Saw and ChIneI

Criminals Nuvol Way of Conc,aiinE
Saw and ChIneL
Il was never so puzzled in my life"
said detective the other day, "as |
was one time when | was guard in the
old Second street Jail" Here he
stroked his chin meditatively and put
on that wise look that only a sleuth
can assume. I'VE had prisoner named
'Red' Murphy, who was awaiting trial
for burglary. l went down one morn
ing and found that he was about to
take French leave. He had sawed two
bars out of his cell and in short time
would probably have made good his
escape. put him in another cell after
searching him thoroughly. l found
nothing on him. and then l searched
his former cell, and found nothing
there with which he could have sawed
the bars. l also scraped the walls of
the cell to see IL he had concealed a
saw under some soap. The next morn
ing | went down little earlier and
found that Murphy had repeated his
act of the former night. Again l gave
him thorough going over, and still
get mystified. and could find nothing
tangible to verify belief that l had
that some one must have passed him
saw and then got 1t back again after
it had been used. ! took him out OF
that cell and placed him in another
with like result. After had repeat
ed this changing about several times
and searched him daily, | went home
one night and spent half of the night
in formulating plan to catch Mr.
Murphy. The idea popped into my
Uranium that Murphy was known
among his confreres as 'Peg-leg' Muir
ply, and | determined to remove his
wooden leg. The next morning l ap-
peared in his cell bright and early, and
Murphy greeted me with, So you are
going to search me again?' | Informed
him that | should, and that l believed
that this time my efforts would be
crowned with success. Take off your
leg demanded. Great Scott! he es-
claimed you are trying new game
on me- He sat down and slowly IN
did the wooden stump and passed 1t
to me. examined 1t closely and made
up my mind that it was not as solid
as it looked. l lifted up the pad which
the stump of the limb set in, and there
found a piece of leather tackled over
the top like hinge. Lifting that up
sure enough. / found that 1t had been
bored, and in the hollow | found a
fine kit of burglars tools. The mys-
terry was solved. City Jour
nal.
The Springfield herald., 1900-01-19
Mexican Match Factories.

In Mexico match factories all labor
Is task work. Women are employed
outside the factories to give shape to
the boxes. Wood brings from Z to S
pesos cord. The price of matches va
ries from 10 cents to S2.25 a gross, ac-
cording to size of box and
quality. The principal factory is
In the state of Vera Cruz.
1t is operated by French machinery,
except the motor. which is of American
make. Wax matches have almost en-
tirely superseded the wooden matches
formerly used in this country. The wax
taper is less bulky, generally has two
striking ends. emits no disagreeable
odor. and is made waterproof. No
matches are imported into Mexico.