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# L. S. Ayres & Co.
effected him keenly. Mr. Arnold, it seems, gave Mr. Boos notes for $3,000, money borrowed, and it is on these obligations the plaintiff seeks to recover. The defendant gave his evidence unhesitatingly and impressed all with his truthfulness. He said that of his 200 shares of stock in the First national bank forty of them, par value $100, had been transfered to Romeo L. DePuy of Indianapolis to satisfy a claim for $4,500 borrowed money. The other shares had been assigned to North Manchester parties from whom he had obtained loans. His real estate and every dollar's worth of personal he had in the world had been turned over to the broken bank or his creditors. When asked if he retained nothing, Mr. Arnold sadly replied, "I have nothing left whatever but the few household goods I had. Everything else is gone." Previous to the bank failure Mr. Arnold was worth from $50,000 to $60,000, half of which was in bank stock, that is not now worth 25 cents on the dollar. Though fate has been unkind to him, and some of his creditors may lose, there is no one in North Manchester who questions his integrity. He was more sinned against than sinning.-Wabash Plain Dealer.
Manager Heagany was pleased to say to a Telegram man Tuesday that the glass trade is improving every day and that the number of increased orders made the outlook encouraging. This fire the Hartford City glass company has made a better quality of glass than at any time since its inception. Monday a full settlement was made with ali its employes, something like $30,000 being paid. This establishes the solidity of our glass company, which in times like these can pay dollar for dollar, when other like concerns over the belt are not even paying market money in full. Regardless of tariff regulations, Mr. Heagany states that the factory would run right along, if the orders come in as they have within the past two weeks. All the other industries in Hartford City are grinding along with as much hum and vim as ever. The paper mills find it difficult to fill orders and ship on time contracted for. Their product is as good as any mills of the country afford and the demand for it seems steadily increasing. Hubbard's spoke factory, though running but five days in a week now, will soon run full time. The stave factory of Meredith, Damon & Croninger, the plant of the National hoop company, Mercer & Brannum and other concerns are all operating and in excellent condition.-Hartford City Telegram.
Everybody in Rochester, says the Sentinel of that city, knows Tommy Garrett, and nearly everybody knows that Tommy was in the matrimonial market with both feet, always insisting that the wife for him must be "intelligent and a good talker." Tommy always had a grin with him for a pretty girl like a 'possum has for a paw-paw, but that is all over with him now. Tommy is married. The Wabash Times announces the event in a column article in which it tells how his friends "chipped in" for the wedding expenses and how he is delighted with his new wife. The next morning after the wedding Tommy stepped into a Wabash lawyer's office, Nels Hunter's for instance, and was greeted with: "Well, Tommy, what can I do for you?" "Why, I came to congratulate you." "Came to congratulate me? What for?" "Why," exclaimed Tommy in surprise, "didn't you know I was married yesterday?" "O, were you?" was the reply. "Then you want me to congratulate you, don't you?" "Maybe that would be more like it," was Mr. Garrett's answer. "Well, I hope you will get along better with your present wife than you did with the other one," was the attorney's remarks of congratulation, "I believe I will," was Mr. Garrett's pleasant reply, "as I have begun to like her pretty well already," and he walked away with a smile on his countenance that was as childlike and bland as that of the famous heathen Chinese.
A pretty good story is told on Hosea Torrence. For some time Hosea has been keeping company with a young lady in this city who had a solid fellow in a neighboring town, and when the Wabash girl and her solid fellow in a neighboring town became engaged to be married Hosea congratulated the to-be bride and begged the poor privilege of calling on her occasionally when her prospective husband was out of town. The privilege was freely granted and on a number of occasions since he would call on Sunday evening when he knew the coast was clear, and spend an hour or two in the young lady's company. Last Sunday evening Hosea dressed himself in his best Sunday suit, gave his flowing moustache a dainty curling, and with the gracefulness and exquisiteness of a French dancing master he wended his way to the home of the other fellow's lady love. He knocked confidently upon the front door, and when an elderly lady appeared the following conversation took place: "Excuse me, I thought it was H—!" "No, sir;" replied the elderly lady, "it is not H—." "Please excuse me again, but can I see H—?" "It is impossible to see her just now, as —," and before the lady could finish the sentence Hosea broke in with: "Well, is H— at home?" "No, H— is not at home, my dear boy," was the lady's reply. "She was married at 5:30 o'clock and took the 5:52 east-bound train for Huntington with her husband." "Well, that beats h—, don't it?" was Hosea's rejoinder as he pulled his neck down within the massive collar of his big ulster and beat a hasty retreat. The question that is agitating the mind of the elderly lady who came to the door is whether it is H— or Hosea that was beaten the worst.-Wabash Times.
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