The Cedarville Herald, Volume 11, Numbers 22-52

The CedarvilieHerald. W, B. BLAHt, FublMMr. CEDARVILT.E. : : ; OHIO, THIS SHRINKING WORLD. This worldIS growing smaller, smaller, smaller every day. ■, ■ ■ Till nowthere Isn't any place so very far away. Thu lands.wblohwaresowide apart that months would intervene ■ Have crept up n$ar eaoh other tillthere’s but a week between. • It used to he a great long while fromBoston on the boy' To where the broad Pacific washed the pebbles with Its spray; But now those shores are nelghbora in their nearness, so to apeak, The distance has been lessened te about a half a week. To talk with China once required fully hnlf a year, ■ While now we simply shout "Hello I" and whis­ per In her ear. Ahdtslanda lost and far apart when history commenced Are chatting with eaoh .other, now that spaee has been condensed. I t sets us all to thinking what the future may reveal, ■ With electricity hltohed up In harnesses, of stool,- ■■ We'll broakfost In America and lunoh lh Lon­ don town, Or tilt across to China Just to watch the sun go down. With steamship lines and railway trains and telegraph and all, 1 We have compressed this mighty globe Into a little ball; ' The land Is just a step across, the sea is but a pond. .: We've got this world encompassed and we sigh for worlds beyond. We're looking toward the sky the whilewe tash- ton year by year Some newand wondroui Instrument to draw the planets near; And engineers' and scientists perchance may very soon So do away with distance wo can climb up on the moon. ,: —Chicago Herald. COALS OF FIRE. ... - I A G rimy F irem an ’s S to ry o f H is C h ie fs Romance. AILROAD men are much the -same as other people, w i t h joys and sor­ rows, through; the w o o f o f which always runs a tragic thread, though ▼ery few peo- pie, even of the traveling pub­ lic, ever think of it.” said a stalwart, grimy fireman, stand’ ing b e sid e a ponderous loco- „motive that was b l o w i n g off steam in a spite­ ful waywhile waiting for the express. “Now there's the case of Ed Jackson, who was buried two yean ago to-day,” continued the muscular giant, as he wiped a spot of oil from one of the pol­ ished rods with a hit of waste. "He was called ft hero for saving a trainload of passengers. So he was, one of the grandest, in my opinion, the world ever knew; hut how many were -aware of the real .untold tragedy that underlay th a t action, Mind, How, I don’t any tliat a)l railroad men are.hcroic or tha t .their lives are all tragedy, no t by any means, ‘Some of the happiest homes you can find in Urn country arc under tiie roof-trees -of railroad men who wear greasy blouses moot of the time. “About Jackson. Well, it may in­ terest you. He waa an engineer on the N. Sc 0„ When X joined him as a fire­ man, He was one of the oldest in ser­ vice on the line. Though a fine me­ chanic Ed was not much to look at, Nature seemed to have a grudge against him, for after giving him an under* sized, stocky body, she added a stiff neck, which mode him carry his head a little On one side. IIow he ever esme to catch the fancy of such a pretty girl as Kitty Moore was a puzzle to a great many besides me. Their families had. been neighbors for years and they had always been more or less in lore-—a t least Ed had. Kitty could not WCg? seeing that he hod a heart of goldlvRen there was a snug bunk account, no small argument, for Kitty came from a forehanded race and had a practical little head oit her 'Shoulders. She loved him, too, hut with no such love as Ed poured out on her, He seemed to feel that it was asking a great deal of a handsome g irl like Kitty to tie herself down to such an unfavored fellow as he, and it made him try the harder to brighten the little spark of love into a bigger flame. We roomed together when on the road, so I came to know considerable about the love affairs of the two. “ I t Was along in the summer, three years ago, that I flfst heard Kitty’s name milted lip w' tha t of a traveling man from New York. He had met her a t a party in Shoctown, and from the first waa very attentive. The beys tried to joke Ed about it, buthe paid noatten* tfon to them, so implicit was Ifis trust in Kitty. What I heard led me to keep my eyes open, and I soon saw enough to give me apprehensions of future trouble. The man was dead ‘mashed,’ a s the boys say, on the girl. She, like all pretty women, was not disinclined to a bit ri flirtation, though whenever her new admirer was around She was doubly affectionate to Ed. He was su­ premely happy, and, oht so proud of his little sweetheart The wedding day had been settled and Ed was a t work fitting up a pretty home.. About a month before the date fixed for the marriage we were ordered out with a special that would keep us away several days. That morning Kitty came over to see us off. I thought she had never looked so pretty as she did standing there on the platform taking to Ed, and occasionally sending a saucy look up a t me in the cab window from under ber sun umbrella. She remained until the last minute, andwhen the signal was1 given to start, to the surprise of both of us, for Kitty was very chary about public displays, she. threw her arms about Ed’s neck and gave him a good­ bye kiss from a pair of (he ruddiest lips.in the world. Then holding down her umbrella to hide her blushes she ran off down the street. We were a good many miles o u t;before the love- light in Ed’s eyes faded. “I t was nearly a week before we re­ turned. Ed was as merry as a boy just let out of school. When wo run our engine into the house I noticed a good-sized knot of fellows about an engineer named Smith who was read­ ing the afternoon paper. As Ed stepped down from the engine Smith come to­ ward him with paper extended, crying: .‘Hero, Ed, here’s something will inter­ est you.’ / “Half a dozen tried to hold him back, crying: ‘Shut up, Smith; don’t be a fool;' hut Ed seeing something was up turned and took the paper. He was deadly pale but h i s ' hand never trembled., He ran his eyes over (he columns. I looked over .his shoulder. At tiie top of the page was a special dispatch from a little town iu Illinois stating that Howard Gecams, of New York, and Miss Kitty Moore, of Shoe- town, were married tha t morning a t the residence of Rev. J, CL Smith. The dispatch concluded with the line: 'The marriage is said to be the sequel to a romantic elopement.' Following was a note to the. effect that the Miss Moore alluded to in the dispatch ‘was a young lady well known in Shoctowa society and was understood to have been on-' gaged to an employe of the N. & O. road.’ “I never saw such a look as Came into Ed’s eyes. Without a word he walked across the house to the door. There was not a whisper until the door closed. Then the way that crowd went for Smith would have done yon good to see. I waited long enough to fire a few hearty curses a t him and snatched my coat and hurried after my friend. I caught up with him as he wns enter­ ing the gate a t his home. He beckoned me to come in. At the door he was met by his mother. With a cry she threw her arms about him. He gently un­ loosed the /clinging fingers saying: ‘There, there, mother, perhaps it is all for the best,* and went on up to his room. Once inside he turned on me like a tiger; ‘Tom, -I want your re­ volver.’ “What for?” - “ To follow (hut thieving hound until I find him.' “ ‘And then?’ . “ Then, oh, my God! ■End three lives.* “The last words camo^out with a hiss like tha t of a snake when ready to strike. * “ ‘Think of your mother.’ “ ‘Will you get me the revolver?’ “ ‘No.* “ ‘And you call yourself a friend There's,the door. Get onti’ “ ‘But,Ed.’ •“ Get out!’ “ ‘See here, Ed; listen to reason.’ “At that he sprang for me. I am no jnfant, as you see, and handling two or three tons of coal cvsry day is apt to “TOM, I WANT YOCB BKVOLVEB.” take all flabbiness out of a fellow, but I had all I could do the next five minutes to defend myself. Neither of us said a word after we clinched. A t the end of tha t time Ed cried huskily: ‘All right, Tom, I give -up.’ Both of.us were ready to alt down. I t was long Into the night before I could argue him out of his in­ sane project. Ju st a t the turning point there was a feeble knock a t the door and Mrs. Jackson entered. With ah imploring cry she stretched forth her arms. Ed sprang forward and I left. “The next day Ed appeared as usual to take his engine out hut it was a dif­ ferent fellow from tiie one we had known forty-eight hours before. The face was pale and stem. The laugh in the gray eyes had given place to a set, hard /look. From th a t time on Ed seemed possessed wth an insane desire to keep employed. He tree always the first to apply for extra duty and fre­ quently would take the run o f some fel­ low who didnot want to go out. Though he never referred to it in words I knew he liked to have me with him. and so it came about that we were even more to­ gether than before. “Nothing had been heard of Kitty or her husband. They dropped out of sight. Her people may have heard of them hut they never said any thing. “One day late in the succeeding sum­ mer we were waiting a t -Mud Creek Junction for a train on a connecting line that was a few minutes late, Ed took the opportunity to tighten up a bolt or. two. I had finished oiling and was leaning lazily out of the cab win­ dow, when I heard the rattle of a car­ riage coming up the conntry rood. I turned in that direction and saw it was' occupied by a gentleman and lady who seemed anxious to make our train. Something mode me give a second look a t the lady. I t was Kitty Moore. If I hod not been'braced against the seat I should have fallen. She was talking animatedly and did not notice the train. . “My first thought on recovering from the shock of surprise was for Ed. I started to jump down and call him out on the other side. Who was it said: ‘Man proposes and God disposes?’ As I rose Ed clambered out on the side near­ est the road. At this moment the valve on the steam dome popped- off. This startled the horses attached to the car­ riage, Kitty turned and her eyes met those of Ed, Her face was the color of your handkerchief. For a second they were' face to face. Then the horses dashed forward and the carriage with its occupan^ was hidden behind the depot. “I could see Ed’s fingers grip the ham­ mer he held in his hand until it seemed as if they would leave their print oh the hickory handle. ' “Hyta pallor deepened, bu t the only sign of the passion called into play by this unexpected meeting was a fiend­ ish look that crept into his eyes when, as he swung up into the gangway, he saw the pair hurry across the platform to the cars. I believe at that moment he would have wrecked the. whole train could he have .been certain (hat those two would not have escaped. Mile after mile was cut off; station after station passed without his stir­ ring from his post. He was thinking, and his thoughts were not such as brought comfort. “Then we began to climb the Wabusa grade, and I hod enough to do without watching. After reaching the summit there is a down grade for a couple of miles. At the foot tub road takes a short curve and crosses Burnham’s creek, which was spanned then by a wooden bridge—afterward1 replaced with stone.. Just before reaching the curve you had a look cross-lots a t the bridge. After reaching the top of tho grade the train was given a start, steam was shut off and away we went down the. grade a t the rate of forty miles an hour. I was looking out of my window. As we crossed the gap I spoke, and my heart jumped clear into my month. The bridge was gone. “Ed saw it the same moment, and over h is .face flashed a look of flendiBh glee. Instead of applying the air­ brakes his hand played about the throttle-bar as if he would give the en­ gine more steam. Then, quick us It came, tiie look faded and gave place to one of calm determination. Tho air­ brakes- were applied' and the hissing and grinding of the wheels in their iron shoes told of the great pressure brought to bear on them. But tno im­ petus was too great. “ ‘Jump!’ shouted Ed. “I followed his command in a half dazed way, sprang through the gang­ way and landed In a pool of water a t the bottom of the grade. As I raised my head and shook the water from my eyes I heard a thundering crash and groaned alond as I thought of the scores of lives probably sacrificed. I crawled out and hurried to the assist­ ance of those in the wreck. “Then the conductor’s voice -attracted my attention. Looking up i saw the train above me. The front wheels of the foremost truck on the baggage ear had dropped over the chasm, but the train was safe. The engine had disap­ peared, With an inarticulate cry I started along the bottom of the grade for the creek, followed by those above. The creek was only waist deep and nar­ row. While wading through X could see the rear of the tender on the bank above. The huge mass -had almost leaped the chasm. Under the cab lay Ed, crushed, but alive, his band still grasping, the air-brake. “ ‘The train, Tom,,'he cried, as I ap­ proached ahead of the others. “ ‘Safe.’ “ ‘Thank God! I’m done for, Tom; No, there is no hope, I t is well.’ “The others came tip then, After halt an hour’s hard work we released the mangled form and laid it on a rude cot in the shade. There waa nothing More to be done. The least touch add­ ed to Ed’s agony and the shadow of deSth rested upon his face before We could relearn him. As we laid him down a circle o f grateful passengers gathered around and gated reverently on the face of the man who saved them a t the cost of his own life. «“ 1 sat wiping the damp dew from his forehead Wheti Ed opened his eyes sud­ denly, looked up in my face and whis­ pered the word, ‘Kitty, I must see her soon,’ he added, as I hesitated. ‘She Can not refuse me now.’ "That was enough, b a t all the same it Was one of the hardest errands I ever had given me. Fortunately I was saved any search, as Kitty broke through the circle as I rose, and knelt humbly by Ed’s side, the tears streaming down her face. The crowd retired and loft us three there together, Ed reached up and took her hand, murmuring-’ ‘Don’t cry, Kitty, it was all for the best. I juBt sent Tom to bring you so I could tell you before I go how freely I for­ give you for the pain you once inflicted. You won’t think me harsh to say that when I tell you I have found we were all wrong from the first, and I most of all. I t wasn't to he expected that a gnarled fellow' like me should hold the loveof a pretty girl. Like mates with like, child. You arc absolved from all blame.’ ‘“ And you do forgive me, .Ed?’ erica Kitty, seizing the poor,:calloused hand, in both her pretty pink palms, . ‘“ Just as freely and fully as I hope to he forgiven by tho Great Judge be­ fore whom I shall soon appear. But 1 loved you dearly, always remember that, won’t you, sweetheart—I can teB you that now.” . “For a moment the eyes closed and a feeble smile hovered about the paling lips. Then, rallying bis strength, Ed continued; ‘The old mother, Kitty, you will not forget her?’ “ ‘I will care for her as I would for my own mother, Ed, if she will let me.’ “ ‘She will, dear, she will. Tom will tell her I wished it so. There is.enough in the hank to keep her like a lady, but she will be all alone when I am gone, you know.’ ‘“ Oh! Ed,* cried Kitty. ‘If I could only bo in your place!’ . “ ‘Hush, child, you don’t know what you are saying. I t is better so. But, Kitty, I will wait for you over there. I shall be the first to greet you, however many years it may be before you come ED JACKSON LAY DEAD, —and I hope it will be many. Perhaps then I will not be tied down by this crooked old body. I can't talk—auy more—one kiss.’ “The soft arms were thrown about the noble head, and not one, but a doz­ en kisses were dropped softly on the pole lips. . “For a moment Ed lay like one dead. Then the heavy lids opened ‘Kitty.’ ‘“ Yes, Ed.* “ ‘Keep close hold of my hand, dear. I want to feel you near mea s l go down to the dark river. R is only a minute, and then it will be so bright on the other side.’ “Kitty took the nerveless hand in both her own and held it close, while the tears rolled down her cheeks. Then came a faint gasp, a tremor, the great heart ceased to heat, and brave, loving, loyal Ed Jaokson lay dead, while around the cold lips hovered the shadow of a trustful smile. “There comes our train, sir. Good­ bye.”—George P. Mathis, In Drake’s Magazine. ___________ __ HARDY CANADIANS. They Have G reat Powers o f Endurance , and Make Good Soldiers. Speaking of the Canadians, Major Edmond Malet ’remarked that they make the best soldiers physically that he ever saw. In his company, the Eighty-first New York Volunteer In­ fantry, in the late war, he said he had forty-five of them, and no hardships could dampen their gay spirits nor toll exhaust their hardy frames. In those terrible forced marches of the Army of the Potomac in the Peninsula, with the thermometer far up In the nineties and the (lust a foot deep, when thou­ sands of men fell out by the roadside, many of them never to march again, there Canadians trudged along cheerily, beguilihg the weary way with joke and song. The careful, economical bent of mind th a t they had Inherited from their French ancestors waa also a prominent tra it of their character. They could no t understand the wastefulness of their American comrades, who would hurl aside overcoats, blankets and other impedimenta on a hard march without a thought, so they would carefully gather them up, add them to their own load and bring them into camp. “One evening, I remember,” said the Major, “a Canadian'aoidtef came into bivouac, after a fearful march from early dawn, with twelve overcoats piled on his knapsack, which he had carried nearly all day. He sold (hem hack to their original owners for a dollar each.’’— Washington Post. —A miller who attempted to be witty a t the expense of a youth of weak in­ tellect, accosted him with; “Folks say you’re a fool.” To this John replied: “ I dlnna ken if 1 am, sir. I ken some things, sir, and some tilings I dlnna ken, sir.” “Weel, John, an ’what do you ken?” “ I ken tha t millers hae aye fat hogs, sir.” “And wtist do you no ken?” “ i dlnna ken wha’s eons they ant, sir.* * ■ 'Vi■ <£ . * PERSONAL AND IMPERSONAL —Countess Taafe, In order to promote the Viennese mother-of-pearl industry, which is a t a low ebb, has inaugurated the custom of wearing carved mother- of-pearl hairpins on dressy occasions. 0 —-The royal familyof Austria are lib-* ernl' givers in the time of need. The Emperor’s subscriptions to the snfferetv by the late floods in that country amount to 8500,000, while his brothers, the Arch­ dukes, have given over 8400,000. —The greatest milliner the world has ever known, Herbaut pf Paris, never al­ lowed a lady to select her own bonnet, He would take a seat opposite his cus­ tomer and study her face, complexion, the contour of her head, etc., and then toll her curtly to go and that her bonnet would be there iu a few days. —The following.named, rich Indians live in the the Puget Sound conntry, ah estimate of their wealth being also given; Mrs. Joseph Dohette, a fall- blooded Indian widow, 8350,000; Chris Laughlet, 800,000; Joe Coates, 80,000; Mrs. Coates, 48,000; Jonas Stannup, $00,- 000. In addition to these there are a dozen Indians living along the Puyallup river who are worth from 810,000 to 830,000 each. . —Prof. Koch’s sudden leap into fame has disclosed the fact (hat he has at least a baker’s dozen of relatives in 'America. The latest of these to be heard from is a farmer who lives near Sharon, Pa,, and says he i&ajnephew of the great doctor. He Spells his nams- Cook, in the English way, and is a pros' .porous andsubstancial granger. Two cousins of the doctor are in business in St. Paul, and another is a Boston preacher. —The death of Morechale Pelissier, Duchess of Malakoff, recalls the pretty story’of her betrothal. She was a near relative of the Empress Eugenie, and one day, walking in the garden, of the palace, she met the gallant Marechal, who asked the '.beautiful girl for a rose she had just broken. “What would you do-with a rose? You ..like only laurels,” the girl answered, but gave' him the flower. The reply captured the Marechal, who said to the Empress- later: “I thought myself difficult to conquer,/hut in this case Malakoff has surrendered a t the first fire. ” —The females of Ecuador are pro­ verbial for beauty, those among tiie .aristocracy being said ^to have the fairest complexion of ' any in South America, w h ile . all possess large, soft and expressive dark eyes, the blackest and most abundant hair, the whitest teeth, well-rounded figures and small hands and feet.. Like, all women in the tropics, they mature early and fade quickly, hut perhaps their average span of forty years in­ cludes more heart-happiness than comes to womcnof colder climes in three score years and ten, for these are. harassed by no “carking cares” or high ambi­ tions. , . ______ “ A LITTLE NONSENSE.’* —A South Carolina woman recently rode twenty miles through the rain to .be married. When a woman makes up her mind to do any thing it takes heaps of inconvenience > to stop her.—Ram’s ' Horn. -r-Outside of the Menagerie.—“Father, won’t you take as in to see the ani­ mals?" “Yes; bu t we had better wait till seven o’clock, for it says that is tho hour they are fed, and, perhaps, they may give ns something to eat."—Flie- gende Blatter. —Saving.—“In Heaven’s name, Mr. Mayor, the town hall is on fire! Give me the key to the engine -house so that we can got a t the fire engine!” “I guess not, fellow. Is it not enough to lose the town hafl, and now you want to ruin the engine, tool”—Fliegende Blat­ ter. —“Your Bon haa joined the Four Hun­ dred and Fourteenth regiment, I hear.” “Yes.” “Is he likely to make a good soldier?” “Yes, indeed. John is a fighter. Not afraid of anybody. Why, he knocked his captain down the other night for reprimanding him.”—Harper’s Bazar. —Why iiot?— The timidat the window overHieway Throws me a kiss when I pass her by. And I watch for licr greeting day by day, For the roguish glance of her beaming eye, Like a gleam of sanshlne,as dimple* chats In swift procession across Her face. And do I lovelier? You bet I do, Though I am forty, and she hut ttro I —N. Y. Sun. —Breach of Promise.—“Ella, have yon heard the news? Your husbandhas sworn off from smoking.” “He’d better tell me so if he dares! Where am I to get my new curtains? I permitted him to smoke only on the express condition tha t he should give me a pair of new curtains every year.”—Fliegende Blat­ ter. £ —A Good Word For Wagner.—Police­ man—“Are tiie folks not at home, Biddy?” | Bridget—“No, Indade, Mister Roundsman; they have all gone to the theayter, and it’s one of Wagner’s operas; I hear. God bliss the man. He wrote such large pieces that I’m all alone in the house for the nixt three hours.”—Texas Siftings. —Landlord Hooks (of jthe Tanner House)— “Can you refer me to a work from which I can learn how the an* cisnti constructed those catapults that would throw stones half a mils?” Friend—“Don’t believe I can. Why do you want such Information?” Hooks—“Well, you see, I’ve advertised that the Tanner House is within a stone’s throw Of the depot, and now 1 hate got to rig up some plan for throw­ ing that stone. 1 am enterprising, but ■ I sm no t« liar.”—Munsey’s weekly