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What They Had in Common,
“I was a good deal disappointed at
ûot finding 'anybody there to meet
me,” said Mrs. Wilkins, on her return
to her home in Vermont, ‘‘for I had
expected my son-in-law John, at least,
and I thought maybe Melinda would
come with him; but there was some
delay in getting ,my letter, and John
was away, and Melinda couldn't
“She sent a little note, telling me
I needn’t be at all timid about com
ing with the driver she had sent. And
who do you think the driver was?
Well, he was a real Indian! His name
was Standing Bear. He didn’t wear
any warpaint and feathers, but he
couldn’t talk ten words of English.
And to think of me, of all women on
earth, riding twenty-eight miles with
a man and not talking!
“Well, we did talk, and I don’t real
ly know how we did it, either; but
I remember part of it, and I will say
I’d rather ride with a man who can’t
talk but feels sociable than with one
who talks so much he don’t give any
body else a chance.
“I think It was about the children
we began. I asked him, somehow or
other, if he had any children, and he
understood me after I had asked the
question two or three different ways,
and he said ‘Long boy,’ and he opened
and shut his hands three times, like
“I understood him. And I told him
I, too, had a ‘long boy’ fifteen years
old, the same as he had; and then he
told me about the other children, and
I told him about mine, and he knew
John and Melinda and the grandchil
dren, of course.
“Well, I knew from Melinda’s let
ters about the mission over on the
reservation beyond their farm, and I
knew this man was a Christian, from
the way he acted, and I knew Melinda
wouldn’t have sent any one after me
that wasn’t a good man.
“After we had talked over all the
things that we could talk about in the
eight or nine words he knew of Eng
lish, and the signs we could make,
I asked about the mission.
“I couldn’t understand much , that
he told me, only I could understand
that the love of God was Very precious
to him, and that made me feel more
than ever that even if we couldn’t
talk much, we had a good deal in
common. For when a man has a ‘long
boy’ fifteen years old and loves him,
and loves God 'besides, I don’t feel like
a stranger with such a person.
“Well, I finally made out to ask
him if he could sing, and he smiled
and pulled out of his pocket a hynm
book. I couldn’t read a. word of it,
but the tunes were In English, if the
words weren’t, and I began to sing in
English, ‘Gome, Thou Fount of Every
“Well, he sang it, too, in his own
language, and if his voice wasn’t very
musical, at least we understood each
other. We sang ‘A Charge to Keep I
Have,’ and oh, ever so many others.
We had a real concert. We didn’t
sing every minute, of course; but I
kept looking through the book, and
when I found a hymn I knew and
felt like singing, I’d just start in, and
he’d join in.
“I wasn’t sorry when the journey
ended, for of course I was pretty tired
from the cars and twenty-eight miles
is a long ride. I was 'glad to see the
house ahead, and Melinda wad ting for
me at the gate. She told me how sorry
she was that they hadn’t been able to
meet me themselves, and how good a
man it was she’d sent to meet me;
but she didn’t need to tell me much
about him, for I’d become well ac
quainted with him.
“When I told her how much I’d
been able to talk with him she
laughed. And she said, ‘Well, mother,
you’d get acquainted with the Sphinx
if you had to ride with her.’
“I told her I didn’t know how I’d
get on making friends with the
Sphinx, but I’d got well acquainted
with Mr. Standing Bear, and found
we had much in common.”—Youth’s
Veteran Hymn Writer«.
LiVing'quietly in retirement at his
home at Osterdock^ Iowa, is Eden
Reeder Latta, who is the author of
that well known gospel hymn entitled
“Whiter Than Snow.” Mr. Latta has
composed between 1,600 and 1,700
hymns and has revised hundreds more.
He was born in Noble County, Indiana,
In 1839, and his first poem was pub
lished when he was a lad.
“Whiter Than Snow,” his master
piece, has been published and trans
lated in several languages for the use
of »missionaries in foreign lands and
is still popular and to be found in
many hymnals. Another popular song,
“Wandering Away,” was written by
Mr. Latta several years ago for the
great Baptist evangelist, Dr. Penn of
At Mount Vernon, Iowa, resides Rev.
Louis Hartsough, who wrote “I Hear
Thy Welcome Voice,” another popular
gospel hymn which has done much
good and has been used with great
effect at various revival meetings since
It was written at Epworth during a re
vival meeting in the early eighties.
Dr. Hartsough is now past 80, yet is
an active religious worker, and each
Sunday has a class of forty men. Dur
ing the war he was stationed in the
They rest not day and night, say
ing, Holy, holy, holy. Lord God Al
mighty, which was, and is, and is to
come. Rev. iv. 8.
O blessed rest! When we rest not
day and night, saying, “Holy, holy,
holy, Lord God Almighty”—when we
shall rest from sin, but not from wor
ship; from suffering and sorrow, but
not from joy! O blessed day, when I
shall rest with God, when I shall rest
in knowing, loving, rejoicing, and
praising; when my perfect soul and
body shall together perfectly enjoy the.
most perfect God; when God, who is
love itself, shall perfectly love me, and
rest-in my love to Him; when He shall
rejoice over me with joy, and joy
over me with singing, and I shall re
joice in Him!—Richard Baxter.
The Christian’’« Happiness.
Christianity is the happiest of all re
ligions, but it digs deep to find the
source and spring of its joy. It gives
us satisfaction,. but it is the satisfac
tion which arises from victory over,
and repression of, our baser nature,
our human weaknesses and cowardice.
It is happiness, but happiness won by
struggle and repression. The true
follower of Christ must never forget
this. “Then said Jesus to His dis
ciples: ‘If any man will come after
Me let him deny himself and take up
his cross and follow Me.’ ” Then He,
adds something further and deeper:
“For whosoever will save his life shall
lose it, and whosoever will lose his
life for My sake shall find it.”—Dean
The Fullness of His Grace.
It is no ordinary proof that will sat
isfy God as to the love of our hearts.
He Himself did not rest satisfied with
giving an ordinary proof. He gave His
Son, and we should aim at giving very
striking prbofs of our love to Him who
so loved us, even when we were dead
in trespasses of sins. The sufficiency
of His grace gives us ample ground for
genuine gratitude. No condition of
life is too hard for its generous help.
No task is too great, no sin is too
strong, no trial is too severe, for the
one who literally and lovingly leans
upon God’s grace.
For Blessing:« Received.
“At evening ♦ ♦ * ♦
pray.” Ps. Iv. 17.
Close the day with thanksgiving and
prayer. Review all the blessings of
the day and thank God in detail for
them. Nothing goes further to in
crease faith in God and His Word than
a calm review at the close of each day
of what God has done for you that
day. Nothing goes further towards
bringing new and larger blessings
from God than intelligent thanksgiv
ing for blessings already granted.—»
Rev. R. A. Torrey, D. D.
Forgive us who live by Thy bounty,
That often our lives are so bare
Of the garland of praise that should
All votive and fragrant each prayer,
Dear Lord, in the sharpness of trou
We cry from the depths of the
In the long days of gladness and
Take Thou the glad hearts as Thine
ONE OYSTER ENOUGH.
BUSY AT OVERAMMERGAU.
talking about “Floral Decorations” and
immediately ask/sd Rob what it meant.
“Why don’t you know even that!”
exclaimed Rob scornfully. “Why, floral
decorations are rugs or carpet or mat-
i ting, or anything else you use to
decorate the floor!”
east and had much to do with the
chaplain service in the army.—Minne
Already Preparing for the Presenta
tion of the Passion Play.
Ball on Horseback.
Weeds and Flowers.
The big dahlias in mother’s garden
were withered by the frost, even the
little red asters were dull and wilted,
and Philip and Doris Grant looked
about anxiously, for it was father’s
birthday, and they had thought out a
nice surprise for him. They wanted
to put a border of flowers all round
the dinner table, so that when he
came in he would ask; “Who did
that?” And then mother would say,
Back of the garden was a field
which sloped down to the brook, an/
the children walked slowly across the
field. They had nearly reached the
brook when Doris called out, “Look!
Look, Philip!” and pointed* toward a
bunch of fine yellow blossoms.
“Those are weeds!” said Philip.
“Just yellow weeds. They grow every
where, by the road and all along the
“But they are as fipe as the garden
blossoms,” said the "little girl. “Prob
ably they don’t want to- be weeds.
P’r’aps it’s just like some children
who don’t have anybody to love them,
and have to grow up where they can.
You know Aunt Sue told us about
children that didn’t have homes; and
I guess weeds are just blossoms that
don’t have gardens.”
“They’re pretty,” agreed Philip. And
then they began picking the yellow
That night, when Mr. Grant came in
to dinner, he looked at the table with
the lovely sprays of yellow blossoms
all about it.
“Well, well,” said father, “I’m glad
you selected goldenrod. I think it
ought to be our national flower.”
“What is a national flower?” asked
“It is a flower selected by the people
of a country as their floral emblem,”
explained Mr. Grant, “just as each
nation has a flag of its own.”
Doris’ face was full of delight.
“I told you weeds were just as good
If their blossoms were lovely,” said
Doris.'— Y outh’s Companion.
Another Kind of Address. »
A man named Brown was invited
to speak at a townmeeting, and when
be seated himself on the platform and
looked over the program he discovered
that his name was the last one. Con
sidering himself somewhat of an im
portant personage, this fact made Mr.
JSrown exceedingly angry, and during
the entire meeting he sat and thought
over the Insult.
The speakers during the evening
were unusually stupid and by the time
Mr. Brown’s turn came the audience
was paying scant attention.
The master of ceremonies finally
stood up to introduce the last speaker,
saying as he did so, “Ladies and gen
tlemen, my esteemed friend, Mr.
Brown, will now favor us with his
“Certainly,” said Mr. Brown, spring
ing to his feet, his face purple with
indignation. “My address is Clare
mont street, Seattle, Washington. Now,
good-night, I’m going home!”
He Swallowed It Alive and Had to
Kill It After It Was Down.
A farm laborer from the Interior on
his first visit to London dropped into
a small oyster shop where a number of
men were eating raw dysters. The ex
treme satisfaction displayed on the
faces of those about him created long
ings of a gustatory nature in the new
arrival, who edged his way up to the
counter in anticipation of eating a
See-saw, see-saw; away up in the air!-
real live, juicy oyster.
See-saw, see-saw; going everywhere.
It was the first time he had seen See-saw, see-saw; visiting the moon;
an oyster, and he became at once in See-saw, see-saw; coming back so
terested, and when the shellfish had
been finally uncased he proceeded to See-saw, see-saw; Mary, Tom and
balance it on the end of his fork,
then, with a gulp of extreme satisfac See-saw, see-saw; to the clouds do go.
See-saw, see-saw; hear their gladsome
tion, gulped it down.
“Great Scott!” shouted a min stand A.s they
see-saw, see-saw all day long.
ing near him. “You haven’t swallowed
Teddy, Terry and Tommy.
the oyster alive, have you?”
There was a horrible pause.
“That critter will eat right through When I grow up I think I’ll be
A soldier, strong and brave;
you!” shouted another.
By this time the poor countryman With all my might I’ll fight for right,
be a slave.
was shaking with fear and horror. He That none may TERRY.
commenced to have terrible pains in When I grow up I think I’ll be
his ¡abdomen and was soon double^ A sailor bold and true;
up in his agony. He begged some one I’ll learn the sea from A to Z,
to go for a doctor to get the thing out. And own a ship and crew.
He continued to grow worse, when
some one suggested that he take a When I grow up I think I’ll be—
dose of tabasco sauce, which it was Oh, dear, I’ve made no plan!
claimed would kill the object that was Well, anyway; I guess I’ll say
creating such terrible commotion in I’ll simply be a man.
his internal arrangement.
An Alphabet Story.
' He grasped the bottle with avidity
and took a draft. His condition, which Each person must write a story in
before had been alarming to the vic twenty-six words, every word to be
tim, now assumed a serious -phase to gin with a different letter of the alpha
bet in its natural order. For instance:
the perpetrators of the hoax.
The man gasped and choked. He A brilliant creature discoursed every
became black in the face, and tears Friday, giving her interpretations
were running down his face, when jocosely. Kindly lawyer, Mr. Norton,
some one thrust a bottle of oil into objected, professing quitq rudely some
his mouth, and he was forced to drink trumpery unbeliefs, varied with
The effect was magical. The oyster This may be varied by using the
was evidently “dead.” He became more letters backward, from Z to A. For
composed, and when he finally recov the best (or least bad story) some
humorous trifle can be presented.
ered his breath he said:
“We killed it. But when that darn
ed stuff got into my stomach that oys Jennie is only five, and her brother
ter rushed around as if a shark was | Rob is six; so, of course, she asks all
after it.”—London Scraps.
Borts of questions, and he always an
* A writer of epitaphs should be con swers them.
I The other day she heard some one
versant with the dead languages.
For this game half the players must
be mounted on' the backs of the other
half. Catch-ball is then played in
the ordinary way, the riders doing the
throwing and catching whilst the
steeds do their best to help them by
running to where the ball seems like
ly to fall.
The stronger boys should be the
horses and take the smaller ones for
WAGNER TO HIS FIRST WIFE.
Letters of. Great Musician Throw
Litfht on Hi« Unhappy Life.
The musical world, says the book re
viewer of the London Morning Post,
is once more indebted to Ashton Ellis
for contributions to the Wagner lit-,
erature. The subject of his latest vol
ume is the letters written by Richard
Wagner to his first wife Minna, the
name by which he called the actress
Christine Wilhelmine Planer, to whom
he was married at the age of 23 at
Magdeburg in 1836. Minna Wagner
died in 1866, after she had been sep
arated from her husband for about
four years. It is a question whether
she was ever united to him in that
bond of sympathy and interest which
should exist between husband and
wife. The whole story is extremely
sad and painful. When promoted from
the post of chorusmaster at Wurzburg
to that of conductor at Magdeburg In
1834 Wagner met Minna Planer, who
was engaged at the theater as an ac
tress for juvenile parts. She was in
reality his senior by three'and a half
years, although she claimed to be of
the same age. The marriage itself
was inauspicious, for it took placa
while Wagner was out of an engage
ment. The wife very soon began to
exercise an influence over her hus
band. Had she been. a woman of in
tellect and education, or possibly of
insight and sympathy^ matters might
have been different, but she was, Mr.
Ellis tells us, the daughter of a me
chanic and brought up in a degree of
ignorance that did not permit of her
acquiring a knowledge of how to write
until she had reached maturity.
The letters, of which there are 269
in the two volumes, unfold a very
unhappy story of willful misunder
standing’and wild imaginings on the
part of Wagner’s unsympathetic wife.
In fact, save for the light they throw
on the character of a great man, they
would be but the reopening of a chap
ter of extreme sadness. They show
an unflagging spirit of consideration
and forgiveness on the part of Wagner
—perhaps tob much consideration and
forgiveness for the shortcomings of a
nature like that of Minna Wagner.
Apart from the fact that the letters
are addressed to his wife they contain
»much detail hitherto lacking with re
gard to the early days, and herein we
must consider that their value lies.
As a record of the relations between
husband and wife, the one with his
way to make along a difficult path of
his own creating, and the other deter
mined beforehand to oppose him at
every step, it is all almost too painful.
The student of physiognomy will, how
ever, find an explanation of Minna’s
nature in the portrait given in the sec
ond volume, and will be able to judge
from the portrait of Wagner himself
which prefaces the first volume how
unlikely it was that there could ever
be perfect accord between the two na
A Native Product.
Sometimes the thought that is most
labored for proves most elusive. Many
persons whe believe that they can say
what they mean are surprised by this
discovery in trying to compose a con
cise, effective letter, or advertisement,
or after-dinner speech, or even a tele
gram. The commonplace inscriptions
which may often be read on medals,
and public monuments and tomb
stones, were no doubt chosen after
much thought, and in despair of the
inspiration that failed to come.
The inhabitants of a French village
built a bridge. It was a fine structure,
and ought to be decorated with a suit
able inscription. The brightest minds
of the village grappled with the prob
lem, but nothing quite expressed the
pride and satisfaction of the towns
The tablet that was finally put up
read, “This bridge was made here.”
The Lady Fare—You cannot cheat
me, my man. I haven’t ridden in
cabs for twenty-five years for nothing.
The Cabby—Haven’t you, mum?
Well, you’ve done your best.—New
Zealand Free Lance.
“You’re always kicking about the
high price of things. I suppose you
are one of the ultimate consumers
we hear so much about.”
“No, sir, I’m one of the ultimate
Fuddy—I see there’s a paper called
“The Red Hen.”
Duddy—Started by some Nestor of
journalism, I suppose.—Boston Tran
A Sad Tale.
Once a young fellow named T8
Asked K8 if she’d be his m3.
‘Tm’ sorry to sta8
rm married,” said K8,
And such was the young fellow’s f8
1760—Henry Ellis, the retiring gover
nor of Georgia, took his departure
1772—First town meeting held in Bos
1774—Declaration of Rights by the
1785—Last session of the old Continen
tal Congress opened in New York.
1791—Thomas Johnson of Maryland ap
pointed an associate justice of the
United States Supreme Court.
1803—President Jefferson notified Con
gress of the war with Morocco.
1811—An encounter with the Indians
took place near Terre Haute, Ind.
1815—Ionian islands placed under the
protection of Great Britain.
1832—A convention at Columbia, S. C.,
passed resolutions to nullify the
tariff acts of Congress.
1842—Marriage of Abraham Lincoln
and Mary Todd at Springfield, Ill.
1852—Franklin Pierce elected President
of the United States.
1854— Russians attacked the British at
1855— First railroad wreck in Missouri
occurred on the Missouri Pacific at
the Gasconade River.
1860— Abraham Lincoln elected Presi
dent of the United States.
1861— The Confederate schooner “Ber
muda” ran the blockade at Savan
nah.... Gen. McClellan succeeded
Gen. Scott as commander of the
United States army.
1862— Gen. Burnside succeeded Gen.
McClellan in command of the army
of the Potomac.
1863— The Federáis took possession of
Brazos Santiago, at the mouth of
the Rio Grande.
1864— Horace Hefferod, a witness in the
treason trials at Indianapolis, ex
posed the workings of the Order of
1867;—First women’s suffrage society
formed in England.
1868—A bequest for a public library
was left to Chicago, by Walter L.
Newberry... .Gen. U. S. Grant
elected President of the United
1874—Massachusetts elected a Demo
cratic Governor for the first time
in twenty years.
1877—Dennis Kearney, the San Fran
cisco agitator, arrested and' con
fined in Jail.
American _ debut at Booth’s Thea
ter, New York.
1885— Canadian Pacific Railroad opened
between Montreal and Winnipeg..
1886— Cyrus G. Luce elected Governor
1888— Gen. Benjamin Harrison of In
diana elected President of the Uni
1889— North and South Dakota admit
ted to the Union... .Montana de
clared a State of the Union by the
1895—Forty lives lost in the wreck of
caused by the explosion of a boil-
v er... .Theodore Durant convicted
in San Francisco of the murder of
1898— Church of the Redeemer in Jeru
salem dedicated by the German
elected Governor of New York.
1899— Memorial to Miss Winnie Davis
unveiled at Richmond, Va.
1901—The South Carolina and West
1903— New Irish land act went into ef
1904— Liberals victorious in the Cana
1905— British fleet in 1 command of
Prince Louis of Battenberg arrived
at Annapolis, Md.
1908—Gen. Antoine Simon assumed the
provisional presidency of Hayti....
Charles W. Morse of New York
found guilty of fraudulent banking
practices ;... President Eliot, of
Harvard University, resigned....
William H. Taft of Ohio elected
President of the United States.
Features of Pure Food. Congress.
Dr. Edward P. Shaffter, of the Uni
the American representative to the
Pure Food Congress, which has closed
at Paris, said, upon his return, that the
Congress had done great work in
arousing world interest in the subject,
in spite of most active lobbying on
the part of private interests. The
work done was of a technical nature,
much time having been spent upon de
fining what pure food is. Dr. Shaffter
says that this country leads in the
fight for pure food, and that foreign
experts were loath to believe that we
spend $3,000,000 yearly on government
inspection of foods.
ted States Agricultural
Pole Not a Fixed Point.
M. Flamarion the French scientist,
now comes to the front with the an
nouncement that the “poles” of the
earth are 'not fixed points, but con
stantly vary, oscillating from year to
year, from month to month, around an
average position at which in reality the
pole is never exactly to be found. He
publishes an elaborate chart or dia
gram to illustrate the manner in which
the earth is said to wobble and show
ing that not only the poles are shifting,
but that latitudes are constantly vary
ing oyer the whole earth.
Oberammergau is t already busy with-
preparations for the performance of
the passion play, which will take- place,
next year, a London letter to t'he New
York Sun says. Thirty dates have
been fixed between May 16 and Sept.
25, of which nineteen are Sundays.
Extra performances are' sometimes giv
en on Mondays, when there are more
people in the village on the preceding:
Sundays than can find places in the
The great problem of the passion
play committee is to prevent the per
formances from degenerating into-
commercialism. The play commemor
ate^ the departure of the plague from
the village in 1633 And the devoutness,
of the actors is no less now
has ever been; but already this au
tumn agents have canvassed uue -en
tire village to buy up sleeping accom
modations for next summer and prices-
have been offered for single rooms
which have almost turned the heads-
of the peasants.
No one can witness the passion play
who has not spent ’the previous night
in the village itself. Every house is-
registered as possessing a certain
amount of sleeping accommodations»,
and the total number of beds in the*
village is approximately thé number
of seats in the theater—4,200. One-
third of the beds in each house must,
be placed at the disposal of the local
oflicial lodging bureau. The House
holders may make their own terms for
;he other beds, with a maximum i harge
¡rigidly fixed by the committee.
TJiree great tourist offices of Lon
don, Berlin and Munich have secured,
a certain number of beds for thq night
before each performance. Many of
the villagers are reserving accommo
dations for visitors of 1900 to whom
they are pledged and whom they re
gard as friends.
The burgomaster, Herr Bauer, has.
promised all his available beds to an
English woman, who has taken a villa
at Garmisch, twelve miles away, and
will convey her guests’ to the village;
in a motor car. She has already re
ceived 200 applications for the accom
The large firms of tourist agents
have already about 3,000 applications,
and the local bureau is receiving scores
daily. Offers of $6 and $7 a night for
convertible sitting rooms, which .the
villagers would gladly let in ordinary
seasons for 25 cents a day, are being
made by agents, but such spéculât iv®
offers have no chance of acceptance.
Anton Lang, who will be the Chris-
tus, as in 1900, is now 35. Since the
last performance he has married a
pretty young woman and they have
three children. He is still a working
potter, and his little shop is con
stantly invaded by visitors.
played Christus in 1905 in a special
play on the history of David, and his.
wife complains that he,often spent five.
Hours a day signing photographs.
All profits from the sale of seats will
be administered by the committee for-
the benefit of the village as usual. The
actors are only nominally compensat
ed. For them it is a labor of love and
It is expected that about 200,000 per
sons will go to the play next year, in
eluding fully 40,000 English and An«er-
Why Are'the Old Poor?
“Is it not the old man’s fault that he
is poor?” you ask. Often it is. The
aged man and women who drag out
their Weary lives in a hopeless effort
to hold on are often the- victims of
their own sins, says Walter Weyl, in
Success Magazine. A man may drink
to excess for forty years, and wonder-
that at 60 he is not an established and
respected citizen. The old man who
waits at midnight in the bread line for
crust and coffee, may be a wretched
record of an ill-spent life.
And yet he may not be. He may bo
more sinned against than sinning; ho
may be turned out into the storm, as.
was King Lear, by his ungrateful
children, or by the ungrateful chil
dren of his neighbors. The tottering,,
decrepit, dissolute old man may be the
senile child of the boy who worked at
8, of the young fellow who was cast
into jail for a trivial offense.
It is not true to-day that the right
eous in their old age never beg bread.
The chances of life are many, and a.
man may work and save, and yet in
the last hour be penniless and friend
less. The honored bank may break»
the trusted friend defraud; even the>
insurance company may fail to insure*.
And there are men, honest and intel
ligent men, and great men and geni
uses, too, who cannot keep their heads-
above water, and who are driven by
their very humanity into a penniless
‘T think,” said the ambitious man,
“that I would like to be a king of
“Don’t think of it,” said the great
European money lender. “Think of
the dangers that beset a throne. What
! you should say is that you would like
to be a financier of kingdoms.”—Wash
Theory and Practice.
Geraldine—A rose by any other
name would smell as sweet. Gerald—
I have never been able to make you
believe it when I brought you flowers.
—New York Press;
After a woman makes up her mind
it doesn’t take her long to make up
It’s so much easier to gossip about
people than to pray for them.