Garber Sentinel. (Garber, Okla.), Vol. 12, No. 3, Ed. 1 Thursday, November 3, 1910 Page: 2 of 8
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8. H. Peters, Pub.
BARBER, its: OKLA
TEA AS JAPANESE MAKE IT
Secret of Perfection Lies in the Proper
Fusion of Black and Green
Many American women wonder why
1t Is that the Japanese women make !
such good tea, and the manner In
which they go about the operation, the
Boston Herald says. When the Jap-
anese woman makes tea the foreign
spectator Is Impressed, not only with
the extreme sensitiveness of her hands,
but also with the evident delicacy of
her senses of sight and smell. The
secret of the tea lies in the proper fu-
Black tea requires boiling water,
and green tea does not. Illack tea re-
quires fresh water poured on the
leaves when it has Just come to a de-
tided boil. Hot water that haB boiled
* long time and has lost its life will
not make a good tea. It should stand
from three to seven minutes and only
In a porcelain pot. Then all the li-
quid should be poured off. In other
words, pour only as many cupfuls Into
tb pot as you wish to serve at once
Hot water standing on tea leaves
4r« s out the tanuin, according to the
Japanese women, and this is the main
thing to be avoided. For second cups
pour boiling water on the leaves al- !
ready used. When making a green tea
the thing to bear In mind is that an
oily beverage is desired. Water be-
yond 150 degrees Fahrenheit tends to
destroy the flavor and aroma by dri-
ving off the volatile oil.
Allow hot water to stand In the
cups to be served in order that they
may be thoroughly heated. Pour
fresh hot water cooled to such an ex-
tent that the finger can be placed in it,
over the green leaves and let it stand
In a porcelain pot for two minutes and
a half. Then pour a little into each
cup and then a little more, and so on.
This makes each cup of like quality.
No sugar or milk Is needed if the wa-
ter Is of the proper temperature. Jap-
anese tea made in this manner should
have a greenish amber color, with a
true tea bush aroma and an oily taste.
Fatal Omission by Jones.
"My friend Jones," said Mr. Skim- |
juerton, "Invited me to spend a week
at his place in the country and I went
and had a delightful time, but I will
never go again.
"Nice place Jones has and he sets a
good table, his beds are good and
everything about his house is charm- !
ing, but there's something missing
from his garden.
"It's a nice garden. Jones', flo\ er
beds and that sort of thing, and off
at one end he has a place for vegeta-
bles; fine vegetables he raises, too
We had a generous taste of them A
nice garden sure enough, and still as
I looked around there was something
missing my eye sought without know-
ing what, something that it didn't find,
and then it struck me all of a sud-
"There wasn't a pergola!
"I can't stand for that. Most hon-
pitablo man, Jones; but I can't afford
to visit anybody living in the country
that doesn't have somewhere about his
place a pergola."
The Ways of Womeh.
"You insist on doing this?" asked
"I do!" replied the wife firmly.
"But, my dear—"
"Stop!" Bhe commanded. "Nothing
you can say will alter my determina-
tion! My mind is made up."
"In that case," replied the husband,
who had transmuted the base metal
of experience into the precious gold of
knowledge, "I have nothing more to
say. I realize that once possessed of
an idea you are, like all your sex, be-
"Do you mean," demanded the wife
with displeasure, "that I am incapable
■of seeing reason?"
"Reason with a woman," answered
the husband from behind his paper,
"is like water on a duck's back, in one
car and out the other."
"You are wrong!" cried the wife trl
umphantly. "And to prove It, I have
already changed inj mind!"—Smart
Vendace of Lochmaben.
Last month an Interesting old cus-
tom was observed at Lochmaben, in
Dumfrieshire, when the towns people
exercised an ancient right granted by
charter of James VI. of netting the
lochs surrounding tho burgh for ven-
dace, a very rare fish. The fishing,
however, did not prove productive,
very few vendace being captured,
though in former years they were
plentiful. This fish, which is peculiar
to the Lochmaben lochs alone, takes
no lure, and dies Immediately when
taken from the water. Its length
■varies from six to eight Inches, and
1t is greatly prized by epicures, being
a fish of great dellc cy.—Court Jour-
' AMES MACDOWELL,
an American mining
prospector, killed his
She had fallen
down a 2,000-foot wall
' of rock and lay
crushed, but con-
\ scious, at its foot.
"For God's sake
kill me and end my
agony," she begged her husband.
They were two days' march from
the nearest help. MacDowell faced a
clear-cut problem of three sides.
Should he sit beside his wife and
let her suffer her torture until death
came? should he hopelessly start
away for assistance, leaving her to
face death at the fangs of the wolves
which were circling about them?
Or should he kill her?
MacDowell, after hours of anguish,
shot his wife through the head.
Is James MacDowell to be con-
demned as a murderer or to be ac-
claimed as a hero? On this page is
his clean-cut narrative of his ex-
perience to guide his Judgment. And
here is the scenario of his tragedy:
Among McDowell's intimate chums
is John Crawford, also a miner and
prospector. Crawford has a pretty
daughter, a bright, vivacious, coura-
geous girl of the real northwestern
type. MacDowell has watched the girl
from the cradle up, and when Bhe is
twenty-two he marries her.
Ite haB a rich claim near Castle
mountain, in the British Columbia ex-
tension of the Cascade range, and
soon after he is married he decides
to visit it.
The trail leads through a very rough
country, but MacDowell's bride in-
sists upon accompanying him. They
have three mules—one for the wife,
one for the husband and one for pro-
vision and Implements. The moun-
tain trails are very narrow and steep,
and one day, as the wife's mule, which
Is somewhat in the lead, suddenly
brays, as if in pain, and the miner,
looking up, sees him rearing on the
very edge of the precipice. Before he
can reach his wife's side, the mule
has plunged over the edge of the
cliff, carrying the wife with him!
MacDowell follows the edge of the
canyon until he comes to the mouth
and makes his way to the point of the
He finds the body of the mule and,
50 feet away, the crushed and muti-
lated body of his wife. Every bone
is broken, although her head and face
have somehow escaped serious In-
Jury. He mixes some brandy and
water and forces It down her throat,
and she revives. She recognizes her
| husband and begs him to put her out
| of her misery.
MacDowell realizes thnt her case is
hopeless and that her death can only
be a matter of hours. The nearest
help of any kind Ib 120 ftiiles away.
In the distance, he hears the howl-
ing of the wolves and knows that the
cougar or mountain lion will make
Bhort work of his suffering wife if he
For 36 hours he has had neither
sleep nor food, and he is unable to
maintain the strict watch which will
be necessary to save his wife and him-
self from the wild beasts of the re-
And all the time his bride of nine
months is begging him to put her
away, to release her from her agony.
For ten hours he debates whether or
not to yield to her request, and then
decides to do so. He presses his re-
volver against his wife's head and
Then MacDowell faints. When he
recovers, hours later, he covers his
wife's body with stones, rocks and
grass, and starts for Calgary, where
he giveB himself up to the sheriff. He
is tried by . a coroner's Jury and exon-
erated. The terrible experience he
has gone through almost drive3 him
groaned. I knew that 3t would take
me ten day* to bring help from Cal-
gary, and I believed that poor Fanny
could not survive as many hours. I j
heard the howling of the wolves, and
the horrible truth that if I left her to
summon help the beasts would make j
short work of her came to me so clear- j
ly that 1 at once banished the idea. J
I stood by and watched the woman I :
loved better than anything else in the
world suffering the tortures of the j
damned with not a single chance of j
Every now and again, Fanny would i
lapse Into unconsciousness, and dur- [
ing these periods I would walk up and j
down, wondering what course to pur-
sue. Should I kill my wife? I felt |
that to accede to her request would j
be murder In the eyes of men. But j
that did not worry me. I was willing ]
to commit murder to end her terrible j
sufferings. But was there the faint- I
est chance of saving her? That was j
the great point upon which tho whole
Again she opened her eyes. "You |
are a coward, Jim," she said, "or you
would kill me. You know I haven't |
a chance to live and I may suffer this j
torture for many hours."
"But, Fanny," I groaned, "I can't
kill you. Some one may come along j
and we could get you to help."
"It's ten days to Calgary. What
chance have I for living that ten j
days?" she asked. "I can't live, any
way. I am all broken inside of me.
You are a coward!"
For five hours this went on. Alter- j
nately there were spells of conscious-
ness in which my wife moaned and j
shrieked with pain and reviled me as j
a coward, and then came unconscious- J
ness, during which I saw that pain j
At the sixth hour I could endure it
no longer. I kissed her good-by. I
took my pistol and pressed the muz-
zle of It against her head. She closed
her eyes and said "fire," but I had not
strength enough to press the trigger,
and my arm dropped to my side.
"Oh, you coward, you coward!" she
I walked away that I might think It j
out all over again. The same prob-
lems presented themselves to me, and
I could see only the one answer. Death
alone could end my wife's tortures.
Natural death might be delayed for
hours, perhaps even days. There was
nothing at hand to relieve the pain.
If I fell asleep, as I was bound to
sooner or later, we would fall ready
victims to the wild beasts. The wolves
were already closing In on us.
For three hours I debated the ques-
tion, and again I decided to kill my
wife. And again I faltered at the last
moment. And so It went on until the
My wife's agony seemed to increase.
Finally, I knelt by her side. We prayed
together for the repose of her soul
and for forgiveness for my act
Then I killed her!
I covered my wife's remains with
stones and rocks and grass, and re-
turned to Calgary. I gave myself up
to the sheriff. A party was made up
to verify my story and to hold the In-
quest. I was exonerated by the coro-
STORE OF IVORY IN ARCTIC
Enormous Wealth Declared to Be Ex-
isting in Ice Lying North of
Islands of Ivory hidden among the
arctic ice lying north of Siberia are
described in an Interesting paper by
Rev. P. D. Gath Whitley of London.
These Islands were discovered by
Russian explorers at the end of the
eighteenth century, and have been ex-
ploited by traders in fossil ivory ever
since. As recently as 1898 some 80.000
pounds of fossil ivory were offered for
sale at the fair of Yakutsk. To the
earlier explorers it seemed that one
islet, known as Liakoffs Island, was
"actually composed of the bones and
tusks of elephants, cemented together
by icy sand. The horns of buffaloes
(or rather of musk oxen) and rhinoc-
eroses were also wonderfully abundant.
The sandy shores and slopes were full
of mammoths' tusks."
In 1886 a German, Doctor Bunge,
visited Liakoffs Island. "The sand
and gravel was found to rest In blocks
of ice, and the alluvial beds were full
of the bones of mammoths, rhinoceros
and musk oxen''—this after a hundred
years of visits from Ivory hunters.
Trawling showed that the bottom of
the sea near the Islands were strewn
with tusks and bones.
The extraordinary discoveries are
explained by the following theory:
In prehistoric times, as is shown by
the remains of fossil forests and vege-
tation, Siberia enjoyed a comparative-
ly mild climate, and a great tract of
country now under ice stood at a con-
siderable level above the sea. Vast
herds of mammoths, rhinoceroses and
buffaloes roamed over these plains. A
great catastrophe at last overtook
them. The land subsided, the sea
rose, and the animals congregated In
enormous numbers on the mountain
tops. Even these were at last sub-
merged and the destruction was com-
plete. After a time the waters sub-
sided slowly and the islands, which
had formed mountains in the land,
rose above the sea. Why the climate
changed after these upheavals is still
a problem to be solved.
insane. He becomes a physical and
mental wreck. Now he is haunted by I ^'7 Jury, but it is not "within the
as come to New ^ork I p0wer 0f man to obliterate from my
his deed, and has
Did James MacDowell commit mur-
der, or not?
By James McDowell.
I AM a broken man. When I killed
my wife, my interest in life ceased.
I do not reproach myself now for
endiitg my wife's sutferings in the way I
did—I tooTt the hardest part, for the
memory of her passing away is always
with me. Now that I am baring my
soul to the world, I may perhaps find
peace. I have tried everything else,
and have yet to find it.
Fanny was my child-wife. She was
the daughter of my best friend, and I
had watched her and loved her from
her cradle days, and when I married
her 1 combined the love for a child
with the love for a wife.
At the time of our tragedy wo were
about 120 miles from Calgary, the
nearest inhabited place, and were ap-
proaching the wildest section of our
Journey. We had been riding for four
hours without break, because I want-
ed to complete our trip as soon as
possible. Fanny was a few feet ahead
of me, and the pack-mule brought up
mind the memory.
"Right in Theory, Doubtful
By BARONESS BAZUS (Mrs. FranVi
1HAD a beautiful young friend, a
sweet woman of strong character,
who listened to her mother's plead-
ings to give her an overdose of
morphine and end her life. The cir-
cumstances seemed to Justify her. Her
mother was in the last stages of acute
kidney disease. She suffered terrible
agony, and prayed for speedy death.
She begged her daughter to end her
"It will be easy, daughter. Just
give me an overdose of that medicine.
A few more dropB of morphine and my
agony will be over," she said over and
Well, the daughter yielded. 8ha
ended her mother's sufferings, and she
believed she had shortened her life
by only three or four days.
Theoretically, I am In favor of end-
ing a life whose prolonging means
We were both drowsing In the saddle, I onlJ' misery. But as to its practical
more or less overcome with fatigue | working out I have doubts. For in-
and the Intense heat from which the stance. Dr. Crlppen might set up as a
heavy woods afforded us little protec- -''dense that h killed his wife because
tion. when suddenly I was aroused by j was suffering from an incurable
a cry and, looking up, saw Fanny's | and begged him to shorten her
mule rearing on his hind legs. 1 •
thought that he had ben stung by a L'ke hypnotUm it is capable of
hornet, and hurrle.l toward him. Be- S°od uses and bad, and we have more
His Own Tailor.
In cutting away your old four-button
cutaway coat to meet the present re-
quirements of a two-or-one-button ef-
fect, the fashion of braiding the edges
is a distinct advantage. The braid
should always be of the same color as
the coat itself. If you have outgrown
your sleeves or wish the cuff effect
given by London tailoring, the ana-
chronistic pocket-flaps you find on
your ten-year-old cutaway may be re-
moved and the material utilized to
piece out your short sleeves. If you
run short of buttons and cannot match
them, cut off the two in the rear and
substitute for them the nearest pat-
tern you can find. No one will be
likely to notice the difference unless
you turn about continually.
The crease down the sides of the
trousers, instead of front and back,
appioved by King Edward VII. last
year, seems to have come to stay.
Care should be taken, however, not
to overdo this fashion or seek to con-
ciliate both styles by a double set of
creases. Trouser-legs should be cylin-
drical in effect, not box-like.
One of the best-dressed men in New
York has gained a reputation for style
by the simple expedient of buying
from old-clothes men the labels of
smart London tailors removed from
second-hand coats, and sewing them
Into his own garments. It is attention
to such small details as this that
marks the man of fashion.—Gellett
Burgess, in the Delineator.
A Wander'ng Pole.
It is takintr some tlmo for the flood
of stories anent the discovery of the
north pole to sweep past. Along
comes this belated one from old Ken-
The owner of a plantation said to
a favorite darky:
"Mose, they've discovered the north
"Deed!" exclaimed the old negro.
fore I had advanced a yard, the brute
toppled over the edge of the precipice
which yawned, and disappeared.
I came upon the dead mule first. A
few feet away I found the shapeless
form of my wife—every bone in her
body broken. Her head and face were
not badly Injured. She had fallen
2,000 feet. 1 pressed my canteen to
her Hps, and the brandy and water it
contained brought her back to con-
"Jim," she moaned, "If you love me,
end my agony!"
I put my head in my hands and
reason to fear tho bad than to hope
for general benefits from the good. I
have lived long enough and mingled
enough with humanity to have reached
the conclusion that there are more bad
people than good in the world. There
are many persons who, while not bad,
are not actively good, so their Influ-
ence Is the same.
The Human Heart.
The ordinary weight of the human
heart is nine and one-half ounces, and
In size the organ Is equal to the closed
fist of the person to whom it belongs.
The Charm of Kansas.
Kansas exercised the same fascina-
tion over him that she does over all
who have yielded to her spell. There
are some women whom to have loved
once renders it impossible ever to
love again. As the "gray and melan-
choly main" to the sailor, the desert
to the Bedouin, the Alps to the moun-
taineer, so is Kansas to all her chil-
No one ever felt any enthusiasm
about Wisconsin, or Indiana, or Mich-
igan. The idea is preposterous. It is
impossible. Tuey are great prosperous
communities, but their inhabitants
can remove and never desire to return.
They hunger for the horizon. They
make new homes without the maladie
du pays. But no genuine Kansan can
emigrate. He may wander. He may
roam. He may travel. He may go
elsewhere, but no other state can
claim him as a citizen. Once natural-
ized. the illegiance can never be fore-
sworn.—John J. Ingalls.
Frost—Are the descriptions ol
scenery in Bestseller's novel good?
Snow—Great! The best I aver
If it fails
MUNYON'S RHEUMATISM CURE
The Army of
Is Growing Smaller Erety Dajb
LIVER PILLS im
•nly giro relief—1
•e , indigeitiaa, Sick Headache, StUov SUa.
SMALL PILL. SMALL DOSE, SMALL PR1CI
Genuine mutbM Signature '
THE BEST MEDICINE
for Coughs l> Colds
The ffreat Mexican Dith.
eat-illy made with Dym'« Chilm
Mixture. The Mexican Chile
Maker. For Bale at your gro-
cer at 10c and 25c, or bend 10c for a can and book
of rsclpes to W. A. DTE, Wichita, Kas.. CHILE SUPPLIES.
At Big Discounts. WRITE TO-DAY
RIBBON8 AND 8UPPLIE8
WICHITA TYPEWRITER EXCHANGE
108 S. Lawrence, Wichita, Kansas
The Place of Honor.
Farmer Hodge was of the good, old-
fashioned school, and he always gave
a feast to his hands at harvest time.
It was harvest time and the feast
was about to commence.
Giles was the oldest hand and the
hostess, with beaming cordiality, mo-
tloned him to the seat by her right
hand. But Giles remained silently un-
"Come," said the hostess, "don't b*
bashful, Mr. Giles"—he was just Giles
on ordinary occasions—"you've a right
to the place of honor, you know."
Giles deliberated a moment, then
"Thank you kindly, Mrs. Hodge,"
he said, "but if It's all the same to
you, I'd rather alt opposite this pud-
The man who is not thankful for
the lessons he learned In adversity
didn't learn any.
There must be plenty of thankful-
ness in the world if those who have
loved and lost could know just what
they have lost.
"Why are you giving thanks? They
took $10,000 from you in Wall Street
a little while ago, didn't they?"
"Yes; but I got out with $20 they
didn't know I had."—Judge.
The sense of the sinfulness of the
world Is often only the feeling that
evecyone must be sick because I do
not feel well.
Old Educational Institution.
The University of Santo Tomas, Ma-
nila, Is the oldest educational Institu-
tion under the American flag.
Can be made of many ordinary
"home" dlshee by adding
The little booklet, "GOOD
THINGS MADE WITH TOAST-
IBS," in pkgs., tells how.
Two dozen or more simple In-
expensive dalntiei that will delight
"The Memory Lingers"
PoMtnra Cereal Company,
Battle Creek, Mich.
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