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Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1905-02-10

Tie comic ()'picture is in evidence
IN the show windows. Next Tuesday
will be Ste valentines Day.
Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1905-02-10

H. H. Whiteside proprietor of the
Kendall. accompanied the party OF
land spectators to Idaho.
Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1905-02-10

Henry Remmert of Lakin township
was trausacting business in the city
Wednesday. :
Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1905-02-10

r. FL. Rixan. of st John, passed
shrough the city Wednesday evening
On his way home from Rush county.
where he had been attending the
funeral of a relative.
Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1905-02-10

The Register engine and the other
peoples press being out of com
mission. Bro. Clark brought his forms
. over Wednesday to have them run on
the DEsaocRAT press.
Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1905-02-10

The town of Lacrosse, our neigh
Aaxing county seat on the northwest,
Is arranging to. vote $25, 900 in bonds
tp establish city waterworks plant
The n<oper move.
Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1905-02-10

F. ]. Woelk, of the south side
gladdened the editors hearts today to
the tune of one dollar renewing on the
DEMOCRAT.
Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1905-02-10

A little three months old child of
Johnny Compton, at Rozell, is danger
ously i'll, with fever, and the rest of
ais children are also down with the
grip.
Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1905-02-10

q Arthur Smith, our End ward carrier
boy, is making few days visit to
friends at Topeka. Harry Marx will
take care of Arthur's route for few
. days.
Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1905-02-10

Dan. Banta Jr. entertained about
thirty of his friends, at the home of
his father. d. A. Banta, at an in
formal card party Wednesday even
Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1905-02-10
Spoils of war.

Among the spoils of war taken q
Liaoyang was pet pigeon belonging Il
Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1905-02-10

Mrs. Matte Compton has been i'll
for a week or more.
Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1905-02-10

I wonder how far removed from
socialism is the state binding Irvine
plant and state oil refinery?
The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1905-03-05
n QUESTION OF RELIGION

me, Pat says he. A quare-spakir, mon
he was. Me only swateheart is this old
machine says he. pointin' to the old
girl. which was right; he was the
greatest frind she liver had-the un-
grateful old haste.
"A good Teller was old Jim Hoonter.
and good frind. Thirteen year him
and me lived together in affecshun that
would put mony a bridal couple on
their honeymoon to shame. Thin come
the rayptile into Paradise in the form
of a woman. Five years ago she come,
and whin l learned it first I was near
paralyzed. Siveral tonnes 1 found Jim
Hoonter gone to town at noight, and
after tonne l asks him where he'd
been.
It's called into town I've BEEN
says he, for social discourse.
It's woman says 1.
"a woman says he. 'nather more
nor liss; but there are others as will
oh. you old rascal says l. a noice
time this to break down the raysolu-
shuns of a loifetoime.'
Thin, little after, she come in from
town to visit him. A dirty, misformed,
unwomanly thing she was, loike a big
slouchy rag doll, with sour, yellow
face.
"tOh. says she. turnin' her eyes up
whin she looks at the old girl here.
how wonderful are the works Of the
Lordi'
what is that to do with it, says I
to meself Madam says l aloud TO
her, she was made in Schenectady,
New York
WHO is the famale,' says 1 to Jim
Hoonter whin shed gone away.
She's no famale,' says Jim Hoonter,
she's a woman Of God
I, for &c InininCa
"'She's opened the Scriptures to me.
says Jim.
And tkot she had i'm a most peculiar
way. For year thin Jim Hoonter did
nothiE' but rade the Book. sittin where
you sit now, sor, and get thot woman
TO point out what it mint. Thin he
took to maxim thin pictures Of strange
bastes along the wall, as you see. And
thin he fagured alongside of thin. No
mathematical jaynus he was. and ii
come hard for him to fagure: but
fagure he did noight and day, mutterin'
to himself.
land why don't you think on these
things? says he to me.
81 lave it to thin better able says L
You're a poor lost follower Of the
Babylonian woman, says he, manin' the
Holy Church of Rome.
"'Oh, out with ye,' says /. with
your flynn goats and your five-tailed
rats and all your other bad drames. II
/ don't question your chico of women.
you might have the dacency to lave
moline alone
And so We passed along, gettin'
cowlder and cowlder. spalSin' little, but
lookin' a great dale, till four years ago
this month came along.
Zone mornin' / found him loohin' at
me unusual-more fond loike than for
mony a day. Pat says he, you poor
lost soul. won't you listen to me and
prepare?'
For what? says I.
The ind is at hand
What ind?' says /.
1.-The ind of the world says he.
"'Whin is it schedooled? says l.
"a week from mkt Thursday, al
The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1905-03-05

EF3HE Methodist church in the Unit
III ed States has set apart day to
honor woman. On March "a
Fanny Crosby will be eighty-five
Gears of age, aid this will be Fan
ny Crosby day" throughout the coun-
try.
Fanny Crosby is credited with the
authorship of 5000 hymns and songs.
Fifty years ago she was writing songs
that were being sung all over the land,
and it takes little stretch Of memory
with the father and mother Of today to
recall Music in the Air." Never For
get the Dear Ones Proud World,
Good-by, I'm Going Home" Hazel
Dell" The Honeysuckle Glen" and
Resale, the Prairie Flower" So pro-
life a writer of songs was Mrs. Crosby
that they did not always appear under
her own name. Grace J. Francis"
Lyman Schuyler" ELLA Dale"
Charles Bruce" Victoria Stewart"
Carrie M. Wilson," Frank Could"
James Apple" Lizzie Edwards"
Henrietta Blair" and Arthur ]. Lang
ton" are some of her MONS de plume
a complete list of Miss Crosbys
hymns and songs would occupy great
space in the Sunday Globe if an
authentic list could be secured which
is practically impossible. But there are
three hymns that simply need to be
mentioned to "Show cause" for remem-
bering Fanny Crosby through all time
RESCUE the Perishing," Pass Me
Not o Gentle Savior" and Safe in the
Arms of Jesus"
Miss Crosby is stone blind. For
some years she has, with her sister,
Mrs. c. w. Ryder, been living with
an old friend, Mrs. William Becker, at
757 State street, Bridgeport, Conn.
Here in roomy apartments the aged
hymn writer sits in a rocking chair
far into the night, composing hymns
and memorizing them, so that she can
dictate to her sister next morning.
There is something inspiring about
the midnight hour" she said, apologize
ing for not being awake when a visitor
called about noon one day recently.
After midnight everything is so quiet.
so still-there is something about it
that inspires me, that brings me in
touch with humanity, and / like to sit
alone with my thoughts. So you see
I do not get up in the morning as early
as other people"
If there was any disposition to pity
this alert little woman, her sightless
eyes hidden behind colored glasses, led
into the room by her sister, the atmo-
sphere of cheerfulness she brought with
her instantly dispelled it. Before half
dozen words had been spoken it was
evident that Aunt Fanny" was the
life of the house, that her cheerful
ness had been communicated to those
around her.
II believe everything happens for a
purpose" she said, and what may
seem to some misfortune Is part of the
great plan that has enabled me to
bring happiness to many through my
hymns. Not that 1 desire any credit,
for if have this gift it would be wrong
not to use it. We are inspired to do
things by a higher power. and should
not take credit to ourselves.
"One might think me vain to talk
The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1905-03-05

mouth about the whole blissed thing
and goes about my business.
Thursday mornin' come-cowld and
black and lowry-a more diSreputable
day / niver care to see. Whrn / come
into tie engine room, there was Jim
Hoonter before me-white and solemn
loike, but most tremendously excited
wallzin' back and forth and mutterin
to himself.
Its come says he, tits come, the
great day of the taste
"''Tis a dirty day they took says I.
Thin nothin' more was said. and L
turned me to me work. A dirty day 1t
was. sor, with low, clutterin', most
obnoxious draught, and for two hours
thin l most broke me back buildin' up
a most gorgeous foire to pacify the
old girl here and make her do her
work loike a dacent, respectable ma
chine-as I've done for her mony n
tonne before and since. Twas near to
tin o'clock whin l set me down again.
Manewhile old Jim Hoonter had set
back where you're sittin. now. sor,
porin' at his Book.
"At tin O'clock Jim HooDter steps
over to me where / was sittin' on me
box. Pat says he, you must lave me
SOON
Flows thot.' says l.
The hour is at hand says old
Hoonter. and much as / fale for you.
Pat says he, twill not do for me to
be found by the angel in your company,
you poor benighted slave OF the Baby
lonian woman
why don't you go yourself says 1;
this is no place for resavin' angels. I'll
take care of the old girl
"'Niver, Pat says he. Where should
they look for me but here, where I've
been these thirty years? No, you'll go
yourself
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had drifted away from his mothers
god. He told me that he had gone
wrong, that he had been ashamed to
go to his mother, but that 1 had held
out hope to him. Now he said, L can
meet my mother
THAT night | went home and wrote
Rescue the Perishing.'
I'm August 1903. addressed a meet
Ing in Lynn and told this story. After
the meeting man of more than middle
age came to me and said: Miss
Crosby. l wish to thank you for the
good you have done for me. L was
the boy who came to you that night in
the Bowery mission. and thank God |
have tried to live a good life since
that time"
"Of the thousands of hymns you
have written, Miss Crosby, are there
any among your earlier efforts that
you would like to changer" she was
asked. Were any sentiments express
ed in your earlier hymns that you do
not now agree with?"
NO" said the aged writer after a
moments consideration. Il have made
changes in some of my hymns to i'm
prove their literary quality, but 1 do
not recall a single hymn that l regret
having written. / believe that / was
inspired to write what 1 did, that ]
was controlled by a higher power, and
that my best hymns performed their
mission.
Scores of verses that have written
have been paid for and thrown into the
waste basket afterward. At one time
l wrote so much that the publishers
found IL necessary TO have me use
many MONS de plume. OF new hymn
books issued, fully two-thirds would
be my compositions. and they did not
want too much of Fanny Crosby. That
was before 1 had become well known
as a hymn writer.
Although / have published several
books of poems and written a number
of popular songs, 1 did not begin TO
write hymns until / was forty-five
years of age"
At that time w. B. Bradbury was
the leading Sunday school song writer
of the United States. and Miss Crosby
was introduced TO him by the Rev
Peter Stryker. She wrote for Mr.
Bradbury the hymn beginning:
We are going. we are going
To a home beyond the skies.
Where the fields are robed in beauty
And the sunlight never dies.
That was the first OF the thousands
of hymns she has written during the
past forty years. and by a strange CO.
Incidence 1t was the hymn selected ia
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mony OF the more cautious and timper-
ate moves away. and the boss whit to
kiekin' the door and hollerin' frantic.
But niver word.
Lifts go 'roun, says I, TO the front
winder'
''Whin he comes out there was a
crowd of small byes outside on the lit
tie illivation beyond the winder. dancin'
up and down, and THROWN small pib-
bles at the panes and hollerin'. 'Whis-
kers, Whiskersl Whiskers!' fit to
raise the did.
Ard just as we stood our bids out
the door big hunk of coal come
a-ffyin' out. and old Jim Hoonter was
yillin'. Depart from here, children of
Belial
"Git out O. here, you little rats says
the boss, and more to it; his language
was tirrable.
But they'd done their part; they'd
git him wild and excited. There he was
inside. walkin about quitely loike In
the white steam from the boiler, loike a
poor domned, sufferin ghost in hill.
Lifts climb in here says the boss,
maxim a move to go in at the winder.
Hold on, sor.' says l. grabbin' him.
"Old Jim Hoonter come over across
the room and set himself back in thot
little alcove loike by the winder. He
Lifts come back and talk ii over
says L.
1t was quarter TO twilve, and the in
terest was tremendous. 1t had begun
rainin' a little, and the women were
huddled together loike shape in a close
boonch under the big tree, sobbin'
some. and whisperin' to one another.
Some OF the men stood back by thin
and some nearer us. Twas pretty still.
only for the whistlin' Of the safety
valve. and the noise OF the old mill up
stairs goin' fioppin' and sIappin' along
by itself. where they'd gone off without
shuttin' off the machinery.
Wen push in the DOOR says the
boss
"'Niver.' says I; you can't break it in
In an hour in thot little intry.'
There's the back door, says he.
""Thot's the same: only worse says
/, 'bein' a. smaller door
Thin says he. well get him by
goin' in the winder.'
Now. the winder stands up above
the ground, as you see, sor, as high as
a mans chin. You'd have to go scram-
bin up loike cat in a cellar. Tt
would be loike smashin' eggs for him,
says I.
Thin the boss lit loose. You dirty,
low, blackguardly cowards.' says he to
the min, what are we standin' there
gapin' for? I'll till you wan thing
says he. yellin'; they amt wan cents
worth OF insurance on her, and whin
vance she goes up. your livin' goes
with her, for she won't niver be built
up agin.'
Nobody says wan word.
Whatn we do says the boss:
'what'll we do?
There's only wan thing / know Of
says l. Lit a small man crawl down
the manhole where they put in the coal
and open the bar in the door,
oh. yis,' says livery wan at vance,
'thOt's it,
Twill be very dangerous says I.
'gittin' over back of him without his
seem you
Better wan man loose his loife,
The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1905-03-05
Copyright by
the S. s. Mcclure Co.

US starve to dith' Tue who're VI
Thin you'll go. SAYS
On, says Tim, stippin back only
think of me poor family
to me- iei'er
Go YOURSELF says I; you're a sim
gle mon 9 SIN
Well says he. 'if I'd got us all into
trouble the way you have I'd go pretty
quick says he.
You're brave mon,' says /.
Ih1n the whole of thin took IL IN
against me. Yis. says Tim Moynahan.
you're the mon; you ought to go. You
know the way, too
sYis. yis, says the rist of them "a
You're mighty willin'.' says I. for
me to go in there and git split up from
ind to epd loike an oyster
But still they kept comm at me.
Thin the blood of me ancestors rose ND
within me. I'm not so robustious as
naytner. says l. VIII ye come in the
door if open it
We WILL says they
Lit me down. L says. I'll 60
Thln they opened the manhole soft
Iolke, and lit me down. part of thin
hoilerin fit to split themselves to draw
jim Hoonter's attenshun to the winder,
and the rist goin around with the boss
TO the door to jump in whin 1 pulled
the bar.
'Whin 1 struck down on the coal it
whit slippin' down in the bin In spite
of all could do. or all the thunderin'
noises iver heard. sor. twas the very
worst. But they was howlin' outside,
and batin' on the winders with their
sticks. ahd he niver heard it. When I
seen thiS 1 crawled down loike cat,
and whit slidin' across the floor on me
billy. l WAS only half way across whin
he see tne. for it wasn't so dark In
there ai in the coal bin. Thin I
jumped and he jumped. Loocky for
me. whin he started he dropped his ak.
1 rachel the door just wan half second
first and jerked up on the bar Thin
he grabbed me from behoind and near
ly crushed the loife out Of me bones I
was no more than a fly to him. Till
thin | thought twas all up with me.
PUSH cries 1; for the love OF God,
pushi'
Thin I remember no more beyond n
crush and fiendish noise. ard min
rollin round the floor before me loIko
TIN Thousand cats foughtin. They
smashed me llg In two whin they come
In, and I'd gone sinseless."
Without breaking the flow of the
narrative, Pat now picked up the pipe
he had long before laid on the box be-
side him. But whin | come to, twas
mesef was the engineer, for there was
nought left of poor Jim Hoonter but a
ravin' lunatic."
He stopped and raped the ashes out
OF his pipe against the side of the box;
but at the same time he gave me a SOL
emn nod that intimated that his peror-
alton was yet to come. The Tipe
emptied, he spoke:
Faith, If he war ruined by one
woman, at layst he war rid OF herself
there foriver. and it's me that's had to
be putin up with her. an coaxin' her,
and dhrivin' her liver since. the onchris-
tan schemer that she is! But for all
and for all"-he began reflling the
pipe-"she's niver got the upper hand
OF me. nor put the fright on me, but
thot vance, and vance only!"
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term with both me fists against the
outside of the door, shut and fastened
in me face.
Me passion bein' knocked out OF me,
l took tonne TO think. 1t came across
me all at vance. There was a ragin'
foire in there, and the water was way
down In the boiler. l was just gone to
tind TO 1t whiD he showed me out.
Would he lit up on il whin twas tonne?
Twas nearly thot already. and no one
could tell what the old thing would do
IL he didn't tind to her. Thin l tried
me powers OF persuashun. Jim,' says
/, Niver o word.
jim. me boy says l. listen to me.
Maybe it'll be at noon-toime. You know
Dist. but for the love OF hiven take
care OF the old girl till twilve o'clock
Thin / listened. but niver a word. l
whit around and looked in at the win
der. There he stood before the boilers,
radin', as if I'd niver spoke. l didn't
The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1905-03-05
BY
G. X. TURNER

n the center of the Holler. crouched
along the road lies the old mill,
ii a decrepit old monster of blue and
grayiSh native stone.
If you go down into the black hole
which faces on the road, in the base
ment of the MILL you will reach first a
narrow passageway; then, to the right
Of this. you will come to the joint boiler
and engine room, where you will dis
cover Pat Foley. He will appear sit
ting cross legged on his shoe box by
the engine "a little. grimy, streaked
man, with a dirty old stub of a clay
pipe fixed, bowl downward, in his teeth.
Beside him you will find Tom Donelan,
the fireman.
If he is propitious Pat will give you
the greasy armchair intended for his
own consumption, but never used by
him. You must then ask him for the
story of his succession to the throne;
it is worth hearing. He told it to me
some time last spring. Tom Donelan
put me on the track when Pat had
stepped out of the room.
Ask the old man about him and
Hoonter," he said.
Who's Hunter?" l asked.
vi, llG TIC llidll OClOIt
Then Pat came back again.
well, Pat" 1 asked, how is she to-
day." She" according to the Ian
guage of her operator, is the antique
engine.
Just look at her now" said Pat, "the
decateful old crature; calm and swate
and PEACEFUL as an unmatched egg.
Who'd behave what a low, dirty, ram
shus. contrary old haste she is, and me
after havin' spint me whole blissed
mOrnin' drivin'- her to her duty"
He settled down on his shoe box and
shook his dirty fist at her.
''They tell me you've had some lively
times with her." / continued, angling.
How about that?"
Correct, 1 have" said Pat, putting
away to light his pipe again. Cursed
be the moind that consaved her and the
hand that laid her down. She niver
yet was set to rights. Twas some little
dry goods clerk that made her, and no
true machinist"
Were you ever afraid of herr" ]
asked.
NO, 1 was not" said Pat.
"Thot tonne with Hoonter, We was
interrupted Tom.
viii, thin, vance 1 was, and vance
only"
And so we had him hooked.
"Ye niver see Jim Hoonter, did We
sor? No? Thin you missed the seem
of a most peculiar man. A most un-
usual man he was; was he not, Tom?"
He was said Tom, with great sol
emnity.
"A most unusual man. Big as an
eliphunt he was. Not soft-loike, but
bristlin all over his anatomy with
bones. He had a chist on him loike
thin boilers. Six feet three he stud
and his big white beard trailin' down to
his waist-a foine old fgger Of mon,
for all the world loike the pictures OF
Moses and the blissed patriarchs. A
loikely lad he must have been thot any
woman might be proud of. but niver a
woman had he looked at. They frigh
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Phase. sor.' says I. try bein' more
gintle and quiet loike with him, IL
may make a suggestion
Come now, Hoonter,' says the boss,
lowerip' his voice, be reasonable; come
out OF there
Depart says Hoonter In a solemn
voice. You're disturbin' the spirit
But the boiler says the boss.
NIfer fear says Hoonter. that
boiler will last till the appointed tonne
And niver a syllable more could he git
out OF him.
There's some comfort in thot,' says
/. We've got til twilve ony way IT'S
he knows the old girl most thorough
and livery pound she can stand.
Thin. all at vance. some bloody idjut
got word to the hands upstairs thot the
boiler was goin' TO bust, and down they
come. tumblin' out hid first and drop
pin Everything just where il was. The
women whit out in n boonch under the
big tree across the road, and the min
and byes come over as close to us as
they dared.
1T was elevin. half past elevin
o'clock, and Dothin' doin.' All OF a
suddin there came a little whistlin,
mutterin' noise inside.
'Whot's thot? says the boss.
Ills the safety valve says l. Thin
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wait minute longer, but run straight
up TO the boss
For mercy's sake. sor.' says I. come
along down and tind to Jim Hoonter.'
What's this?' says the boss.
It's Jim Hoonter,' says |. He
thinks the world is comm to an ind at
the noon whistle. And he's locked HIM
self in down there. and he's runnin' her
wide open as this door, says l.
The boss whit down the stairs two
steps at n tonne and began poundin' at
the door. His language was outrajous
But not word says Hoonter.
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noon says he. 1t was REVEALED to me-
"'Oh, was it% says l.
1T was says he solemn loike. and
they are others also who know the ap-
pointed tonne
do they?' says l. TIL bet you a
months wages. to be paid in hiven or
hill, as may be. thot Thursday'n see
none of your bloody foolishness. nor yet
wake from Thursday. And now
says L. shut up: you make me mad
THAT spache of moline turned Jim
Hoonter against me to the ind. And
thin |, loike the fool / was, shut me
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"a .Niver.' says 1. not wan STEP And
thin for little while he dropped il.
AT half past tin Ii was. or near
elivin. when he come to me again. Are
you goin'?' says he, THROWN wide the
door.
Not L. says /.
You must says he.
Twill take mony an insult to
DROVE me from this place
With that he took me by me showl-
ders and pitched me outside was no
more than a poor mouthful for him
and the first thing I knew 1 was bat
The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1905-03-05

Long. Our Journey Here" Some Day
the Silver Chord VIII Break" Thy
The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1905-03-05

Surely people knowing that they
We will receise fair treatment; How glad TO win
,unt and wholly Epect.d The pepsr alone s worth all
AID MRS. 1. W. MOTT. Marion. IL.
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Word Is a Lamp to My Feet"
Say Good-By," Holy, Holy,