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The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1914-03-28
MANSFIELD

J. + Corbett and Emil Alto gave a
banquet In honor of the hurry Hill
hunting party, last saturday night.
Those present from Crystal Falls were
Matt Ksngas, Ed Hargard, John
Palm, Joe Fauri, John Pinterella AID
&. L. Anderson. The cntire crew OF
d. f. Boyle q Co working in this
vicinity were also present A very
pleasant evening was. spent
The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1914-03-28

in 1914 and carry on work and spirit
through the year in 1918 IL will have
become habit. We would not have
TO complain ct municipal dirt next
year. You will have gotten rid OF II.
Can man do this work As well =
"a ,voman
The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1914-03-28

over at Republic lives chicken
fancier who owns fifteen Buff Orping-
ton pullets, of which he says he is not
ashamed During January they laid
220 eggs and In February 80. or a
total of $50 for the two months
Who can beat thisY
The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1914-03-28
George S. Rollir
ENGINEERING

Examination Of Mineral Lands
Oniices In Henry Building. Phone o.
Crystal Falls, J Mich.
The Washington herald., 1914-02-22
BROTHER GARDNER
He Has Some Few More Remarks to Make

Clingstone was fool nun to declar' dat
de Lawd erected all men ekal. an meant
dat one man should hev Jest as much
right as another. an you hev evidently
bin asses nun to believe It an act &C.
cordingly. II somebody dun told yo' dat
all bosses was created ekal, an dat q
scrub was as good as a race-hoss, you'd
laugh at him. Yo' put IL down in black
an white dat dar's bout fo'teen different
sorts o. men an dat when a one-X man
gifts thinkin' he's just as good as a
xxx man dar's trubble ahead fur
him.
DE Hon. Clingstone harped on Dat
equality bizness till he fuddled de brains
OF some OF you an made you believe it
was 50. He also spoke Of your God Eiben
right Yes, yo've got one comm to yo'.
De only right 20 hev got Is to arm
yo'r way. II yo' kin git a few dollars
ahead an make dem few dollars bring
20 in few mo-, OATS all right, but
yo' Jest keep yo'r hands on de basket
Of cokernuts in front Of the grocery.
People am gwine around to say dat no
one man has a right to be wort q mill
yon dollars while another man wants
fur bread Oar amt no question OF right
or wrong bout II. One man Will git
ahead Of another in dis world in money
maxim. and you can't help It. Yo' might
as well say dat one boss had no bizness
The Washington herald., 1914-02-22

"Ah, I see, sir, and thank YOU for
the pointer from the bottom Of my
heart
That's all right. You get I'D to-mor-
row and canvass from house to house
with this pointer in your mind, and
you'll have no fault to find with this
town. And, by the way" added the
Colonel, as he noticed the name of the
fakir's hair dye printed on the satcbel
at his feet, that is the very stun I'm
now using, but as my stock is getting
low, you may bring some up to my room
later on"
The next evening the fakir sought out
the Colonel and was in great good spirits
as he said:
Sold fifty bottles, Colonel, and think
/ can sell many more tomorrow"
IAN from my pointer, eh?" queried the
Colonel, proudly.
You bet?" exclaimed the fakir gIee
fully. You gave me a pointer on bu
man nature worth its weight in gold.
and followed It out to the letter. wher-
ever 1 found any people with graz hair
1 told them / had your secret for keep
ing the hair dark, and it didn't take me
two minutes to make a SALE
The Colonel looked at him for a long
time without winking, but finally crowded
back his establishment and muttered:
No sub. won't drink with you, and
by thundah. sub, you bet you don't get
no more pointers ont OF memo subj"
The Washington herald., 1914-02-22

Of an hour he had crossed the field.
With infinite precaution he climbed the
fence. and he made no more noise than
a field mouse as he crept under the trees
and around the bushes. The picket
should be hereabouts. To that creeping
skulking man, whose nome had been in
the path of war. there came no thought
OF fairness. War meant kill. To kill
ar enemy in any sort of manner was
not murder. He was there to kill in
revenge for the home which was in
ashes. He was crafty and cunning. He
advanced inch by inch and took no
risks Under the spreading tree must
be the lone picket and the bushwacker
was finally within ten feet of 1t. The
moon had long been under a cloud, but
as the man turned a bush and was
about to rise 10 his feet to peer around
him, the cloud drifted away and down
through the tree tops, focused on the
one spot, came a burst of moonlight.
The skulker dared not move. He cursed
and waited and made ready to dash
IL challenged. Thus for two
long minutes the boy, stretched at full
length on the ground. raised his head.
His face was white and pinched and
old. His own mother would have passed
him by as a stranger. He looked di-
rectly out upon the patch Of moonlight,
and his eyes grew large and a new
terrier crept into his soul as he saw his
visitor. H. did not call out
nor did his hands -each out for the
muslSet among the l,aves. For thirty
he gazed at the figure in the
and then his head sank down
until his face was buried in the soft
black soil A shuddeI passed over him
and he was still. The bushwacker
crept forward again. Ssuspiciously and
ready for sudden attfck, and By and
The Washington herald., 1914-02-22

to win a race while another hoss va
foolin' his time away on de back stretch
No man was ever yit bon In dis world
who didn't hev a chance to git along
Mebbe he has to begin life in a sawniTl.
but It depends upon hisself how long ha
stays dar. When yo' find a pusson AZ
gum dat all property orter be divided
up. yo' Jest trace back an yo'n find DAT
he's sot on de fence thirty days fur
cherry day he's worked He aches to git
sumthin' fur nuthin'. reckon yo'n find
de Hon Chngstone to be one of dis sort
In de spring. while other folks am plant
in watermllyons, he's shootin' craps or
sleepin' in de sun When de summer
comes and de watermfllyons am ripe, he's
ready TO argue dat one man has no biz
ness to hev one hundred minyons while
another has none.
"Yo want to understand dat a man
aM what he am He's hisself an no
body else De Lawd didn't put him
we're to be great or small, rich or poor.
It's all left to hisself as to what he
shall become. Yo' must gin him half de
road, an he must do de same by yo..
De man who gifts de idea into his head
dat bekase he happened to be BON he's
Jest as good as any man who cum befo'
him, is haf-fool. / have dis eayenin.
sent word to de Ion Clingstone John
son dat dis climate am too cold fur him
an dat he'd better pack his bundle an
move on It's none of my bizness what
he may say to ye' as individuals, but
when find his doctrines brung into dis
Lime Kiln Club it's my duty to move
in de matter. At de last meetin' I left
10 lemons on my desk by accident.
Some of yo' who believe dat all prop
erty should be divided up hev divided
up dose lemons. Not only dat, but yo'
didn't leave eben one fur me Daps
bout de way SIGH ideas work out
I'm told dat Giveadam Jones was
swaggerin' around a day or two ago
an sayin' he was jest as good a man
as 1 am, an dat il he had his rights
he'd also be de owner ofsa. cabin. As
fur his bein' as good as 1 anH we won't
waste any breath to dispute, but want
to make it mighty plain to him an to
ali de rest Of yo' dat yo'r theories want
to stop right dar. II any one of yo'
goes on to argue dat de miIlyons,
squashes. cowcumbers, peas an onions
in my garden orter to be divided up pro
rata, yoll git dose from my shotgun
dat will lay yo' on de shelf fu- de rest
OF de year."
The Washington herald., 1914-02-22

was a hcave and a burst, and a gallon
OF water, having a pressure Of four
teen pounds TO the cubic inch, struck him
full i'm the face. He hadn't uttered but
one yell, when the second gallon followed
suit, and as he rolled out from under
the sink water followed him by the bar
rel. His heave on that pipe had broken
il. The water didn't come out in one
Singlc jet, but in a hAS a dozen, anu
fer a time each and every one OF them
hit Mr.. Bowser. He was like a drowned
rat before he could get away. and the
kitchen foOr was inches deep with water.
Mrs. Bowser heard that whOop he uttered
when the first gallon struck him, and
she came running down stairs just as
Mr.. Bowser disappeared out of the front
door. There was a plumber shop two
blocks away, and he was headed for il.
He left a wake of wetness as he ran,
and pedestrians yelled at him and police
men tried to stop him. but he got there
to find the place locked up. He ran TO
another and another with the same re-
suit, and il was not until a policeman
got him by the neck that any eXpIana-
tons were made. Then a messenger was
sent to the water Office. and at a late
hour the water was shut off. Meanwhile
II was flooding the Bowser basement and
cellar with the utmost liberality. and a
crowd OF two hundred people assembled
in front Of the house to learn particulars
Then came Mr.. BOwser's opportunity. He
stood before Mrs. Bowser in all his wet
ness and began:
Five hundred dollars damages and
three hours OF uproar, and You are to
blame for It, Woman, this is the end
Your conspiracy-"
But Mrs Bowser advanced and took
him by the arms and turned him
around and pointed to the stairs. He
hung for a moment and then began
to climb, and while she and the cook
worked at the flooded kitchen he
slept like a lamb.
The Washington herald., 1914-02-22

order lamb chops from your butcher
he is sure to send you mutton from an
old bell-wether. It was intended that GER
tain things in life should keep us guess
ing.
a bale OF hay used to last my horse for
four weeks. Then my neighbor got him
a horse and the bale lasted only two
weeks. 1 pondered over the mystery
more or less, but / didn't say anything
TO my neighbor. 1 just helped myself to
half his oats, and we continued the best
of friends.
My friend Bings is a man of fine feel
ings. In an unfortunate moment he be-
came a CRATER. In another unfortunate
moment he was arrested, tried, and sent
to prison. Mr.. Bings is still behind the
bars, and he is not kicking. What he
can't make out is that there is more
grating in prison than out of it, and
they can't send the offenders anywhere
unless it be to another prison where the
grating is better.
I have heard scientists discuss the
query of why a horse don't live to be
sixty or seventy years old and I have
heard two half-wits wondering why the
globe was not fiat The only conclusion
arrived at by either party was that min
listers had the same moral right to eat
onions as the members of their congre-
cations.
We have been warned ever since the
days of our Saviour that We are to be
of few days and full Of trouble and yet
let a hog get into a mans garden and
frisk for an hour with his Early Rose
potatoes and he will raise a howl that
can be heard clear down to the town
hall We have an idea somehow that
il is the other fellow that should have
the trouble.
I am one who believes in encouraging
industry. and that is the reason why
] always turn out and sit On the fence
10 see a circus procession go past It's
not a cent out of my pocket, and It
gives the other fellow hopes.
am meeting men and women every
day that are intensely concerned for
the morals OF children who attend the
moving picture theaters, and yet II
haven't found one in the last six months
that could repeat over four Of the ten
commandments.
I once bought fifty bushels of corn of
a man, and when I went after It he in
sisted that IT was fifty on the cob, in
The Washington herald., 1914-02-22
THE COLONIES POINTER

The fakir took a seat beside Col. Butts
on the hotel veranda for an afternoon
supper smoke, and was calling the town
all sorts Of names because he had been
unable to sell his goods there when the
Colonel interrupted him with:
Whats your line, subj"
Hair-dye. I've got the finest prepa-
ration ever discovered, and, although
there's more gray heads in this town
than you can count, haven't sold a
bottle of it all day"
do you sell your stuff from a stand7'
"Of course"
Have you a sign en- It to be seen a
block away?"
Certainly. i am a man who
You're an ass" exclaimed the Colonel
with a scowl-not at the fakir, however.
but at the back OF Mai. Bluegrass, whom
he happened to see just then sneaking
int the hotel barroom for a quiet nip
Yes" continued the Colonel with a deep
sigh, IAN ass. You have probably met
scores of people who dyed their hair?'
Yes, ! have"
did you ever know any one to admit
it?'
Never
We'll, that's just 1t. Now, take my
hair. for instance. / am sixty years Id,
an half the town hire who knows my
a. and can't sleep nights for wondering
what keeps it such jet black, but let me
buy bottle hair-cye on the street, and
they would wonder nc longer
The Washington herald., 1914-02-22

repairing that chair" he blusteringly re-
piled.
But look at that rocker! How can the
chair be used as II isl"
That rocker is all right and just as l
intended il. I'm running this business.
and I'd be much obliged IL you wouldn
interfere! The chair is all right"
But il won't rock
why not? See il II WON'T
Mr.. Bowser whirled the chair around
and fell into it and started to rock. One
rocker wanted to go forward and the
other backward, and as a result he
pitched forward on the floor with a crash
that Jared the house. Mrs. Bowser
started to help him to his feet. but he
waved her away. and struggled up. For
half minute he stood before her unable
to speak. Then he hoarsely exclaimed:
Woman, so to your room before do
something desperate?"
But what have done" she asked
you couldn't expect to rock in a chair
with"
We'll. you co." he shouted as he point
ed to the door.
She went, and Mr.. Bowser sat down on
the lounge to recover himself For the
first five minutes he was ready to admit
that he had Numbered about the rocker
and bookcase doors. Then he determined
never to admit it as long as life was left
in his body. Those doors should hang
that way. and that chair should be left
as il was forever and forever, or at least
until Mrs. Bowser begged his forgiveness.
Then he felt better and decided to do
some more repairing. II was the cooks
night out, and he descended to the kitchen
to look around. He family remembered
that something had been said a week or
two before about a water pipe which
had broken from its fastening to the
wall. He soon found IL. A couple of
screws had worked loose and the pipe had
bent down
The Washington herald., 1914-02-22

By he made out the figure On IN.
ground. Asleep? No. A picket some
times stood on his feet and manned hut
never one stretched himself out on thu
ground to sleep.
He couldn't have got a bullet.
unused the bushwhacker, because
there has been no shooting. He looked
me square in the face, but what is he
lying there for?"
The prowler drew back. fearing q
trick. Presently he reached out for a
stick, and hurled it at the recumbent
hsure. Ihere was no movement. Then
he called out:
You. there-do you surrender"
There was no answer. The prowIer
called again and again, and then crent
forward. Holding his gun ready To
hre he advanced with cautious stems
until he stood over the soldier. Gu
riosity had got the better of his de-
sire TO kill. With the muzzIe NJ hi.
gun he poked the bluecoat in the bodv
to arouse him il he slept. There was
no movement in reply. The man who
had come with murder in his heart
knelt over the body and turned IL on
It's back. Then he placed his hand
on the heart and found IL stiIIed for
ever. The body was warm. but II was
the body OF dead man. A sudden
chill and a feeling of panic came 10
the bushwhcker. and with a wild veil
he dashed away in the direction he
had come.
Yes, dead" said the corporal as he
came with the relief again and opened
his lantern that il might shine on the
face of the stiffened picket. He hasn't
been shot or stabbed or dubbed. 1t
was the night horrors which gripped
him by the throat and choked him to
6eathw
The Washington herald., 1914-02-22

There is a difference between trad
ing horses and trading mules. When
you trade horses the animal you get
dies next day. When you trade mules
death does not take place for two
whole days later.
1t used to be thought the proper
thing in politics to Islander a man and
his wife and children and all his rela-
tiVes because he wouldn't vote the
ticket you did. A change has come.
Instead of going to the trouble of
slandering a political opponent you
pay him his cash price to come into
your camp.
was counting up last night, and I
found that / had been wronged by
thirteen different men. In no case did
j seek revenge. / simply bided my
time until / met them on their way
TO the dentist's to get n double tooth
yanked out.
lamb is mutton. the same as an
old sheep. and yet when you are tried
for stealing mutton the law makes
distinction and let's you of easy in
case it's a lamb. Per contra, IL you
The Washington herald., 1914-02-22
HANDY Mr.. BOWSER
He Repairs and Saves $500 Year

did It ever occur to you what q
handy man I am around the house?"
suddenly asked Mr.. Bowser. as he
looked up from his paper the other
evening.
Mrs. Bowser looked at him in an
anxious. doubtful way. and made no
reply, realizing that he had a scheme
of some sort on hand.
Il was figuring up today" he con-
tinued, "and i make out that save
about $500 q year by doing my own
repairing. I call that pretty good;
don't your"
But we have nothing to repair Just
now" protested Mrs. Bowser. -.
Nor over $50 worth. and Il can do
it all In two hours. / like the WORK
and the exercise does me good. The
first thing is to mend this rocking
chair. One Of the rockers Is loose,
and unless attended to In time the
whole chair will GO. II will take me
about fve minutes to fix It."
Il wish you wouldn't. left an
order today for the upholsterer to come
up
And he'll knock the chair to pieces,
glue IL together again. and charge you
from $40 to SIS. I know 'em. They
are always looking for such Jobs; but
they get none here. ! can fix the
chair for . cents"
But you-you always get mad and
break things and have a row." said
Mrs. Bowser.
Never! Never got mad or broke
anything In my life. In your extrava-
gance you'd be willing TO pay out SO
for cents worth of repairs. i would
not I believe in economy. / shall
get out my tools and fix the chair.
II you don't like to assist me you can
go upstairs"
Mrs. Bowser disappeared upstairs
without any word. She knew that IL
she got up an argument Mr.. Bowser
would keep up his repairs until every
piece of furniture in the house had been
gone over. As soon as she had gone he
got out his tool-box and glue-pot from
basement closet and stripped OF his
coat and vest for work. When he had
locked the chair over he decided that
the rocker must come of and be put on
anew. 1t took him fifteen minutes to
losen IL, and by that time his glue was
ready to use. It's the easiest kind OF a
job to put on a rocker. All that is
needed is plenty Of glue and two wooden
pegs. The job was finished in ten min
utes, and then Mr.. Bowser hunted for
something more. After a long search
he discovered that one OF the doors Of
the bookcase 'sagged." He was glad to
see it With the aid of a screw-driver |
he removed both doors and changed |
The Washington herald., 1914-02-22

I trembling In every limb He sank down
and had a fight with himself. He argued
that there was no danger-that it was
only darkness-that IL was foolish to get
ratified over nothing. He might have
fought his fears back. but the night had
! only begun to toy with him.
Some animal was moving about the for
est to his right There was a pat! pat
pat! on the dry leaves, with now and
then the breaking of a stick. The boy
felt chill from head to heel as the
sounds reached his ear. He magnified
them into the tread Of a man-his wide
open eyes transformed every tree and
bush into the form Of a human enemy
stealing upon him. Run away from his
post? No! Only half a dozen such cases
were ever known, and the men were
baoblfng lunatics or dumb when they
came back to the reserve Standing with
his back to the tree, his musket ready
and his eyes searching the darkness, the
boy waited. There was darkness and
the wind moaned like a wounded man,
and the forest seemed alive with I'M
canny noises. The boy threw his musket
away from him and sank down and went
like child. He knows that wept,. a nd
cursed himself; he realized that his nerve
was gone, and he called himself a cur
and a coward But he could not choke
back his sobs nor bring the strength back
TO his limbs. He fought-God knows how
hard he fought-but there came a new
fright over the knowledge that he could
not conquer. When an owl in a thorn
tree down in the field sent forth his dis
NAL boot the picket groveled and with
his face in the dead leaves prayed God
to have mercy on him.
The clouds were racing overhead as
the boy sobbed and prayed and cursed.
By and by they broke up to let the
moon cast her light at intervals. From
cluster Of bushes on the far side of
the old field a man began creeping and
hating. While the moon was hidden
he crept; when she sent down her light
he crouched and waited. In quarter
The Washington herald., 1914-02-22
A PATCH OF MOONLIGHT

II you were a soldier in 1851 did you
go to war expecting to be killed? or
course not. There would be dead and
wounded, but you would not be among
them. No one had cause to wonder
whether you were a brave man or q
coward until your first battle. Then there
was hubbub and confusion, and IL your
nerve gave way you had plenty of COM
pany. and 1t was not commented on. You
carried yourself better on the second &C.
casion, but don't say that on the third
you felt no trepidation. That would be
false. and find no believers.
But IL soldier went through his first
battle with credit his courage was not
put Beyond question. There was a harder
trial in store for him. 1t was the picket
post at night, with the enemys posts
only half a mile way, and a day of
battle was not to be compared to a turn
of two hours in the darkness under the
trees. Here is Post No. z in the far edge
of a piece of forest. quarter of a
mile in rear of it is a bivouac of the
reserves. In front is an old cotton field.
On the far edge of the field is a farm
house, and beyond that the enemy NAV
be found. The view by day is peaceful
and pleasant. and it is hard to imagine
that war is upon the land. But when
night comes all is changed There are
bushwackers proving about by night;
there are scouts seeking information;
there are spies trying to penetrate the
camps. Under cover of darkness the !
enen may advance in force to new
positions.
There was something like pity in the
corporafs heart as he relieved Post No. |
at 10 o'clock at night and whispered
Instructions to the smooth-faced boy who
was to enter into battle with the night |
boy he was. and yet he had come out
of his first battle with a good word from
Ill, and had stood fire on the skirmish
inc and With the wagon train. 1t was
mis- first picket-post at night in face of
he enemy. He had given the matter no ]
thought He was cool and collected az
The Washington herald., 1914-02-22

fool around two days" unused Mr.. Bow
ser. land I'd get bill for about 81 on
a job which won't take me over three
minutes"
There could be no blunder on that job.
That water-pipe could not be turned
end-for-end or taken out doors or down
cellar. It was simply to lift it up and
replace the screws in their original holes.
On hands and knees Mr.. Bowser crawled
under the sink and got a firm hold OF the
pipe and heaycd on it. He had heard OF
lead pipe cinch, but had never had
one before. A plumber would have cod
died that pipe and used 1t gently, but Mr..
Bowser had no soft solder in mind. There
The Washington herald., 1914-02-22

THAT they can't be closed at ALI"
finished Mrs. Bowser as she tried to
work them
Not only would they not Close but
they were wrong-end UP. Mr. Bowser
realized 1t. but having made the mis-
take he was bound to stick at It. He
was asserting that the doors must have
a little time to shrink when Mrs Bow
ser went over and picked up the rock
ing chair and began to laugh. Mr.. Bow
ser had replaced the rocker wrong-end
TO.
you see what you've done?'' she re-
marked as she pointed to the rocker.
II see that I've saved at least IS by