Decatur Eagle, Volume 11, Number 51, Decatur, Adams County, 27 March 1868 — Page 1

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ATTORNEYS. D. D. HELLER, Attorney at Law, DECATUR, INDIANA. Will practice his profession anywher in Indiana or Ohio. OFFICE.—In the Recorder’s Office. vlons2tf. JAMES R. 8080, Attorney at Law, DECATUUR, INDIANA. Draws Deeds, Mortgages and Contracts. Redeems Land and pays Taxes. OFFlCE—Opposite the Auditor's Office. vlOnGtf. JAB.O. BRANYAN. HOMER J. RANSOM. BRANYAN & RANSOM, Attorneys at Law, Claim & Insurance Agents. Also, Notaries Public, DECATUR, INDIANA, References.—lion. John U. Petitt, Wabash, Ind., Wm. H. Trammel, Esq., Hon. J. R. Coffroth, First National Bank, Capt. U. D. Cole, Huntington, Ind., Hon. H. B. Sayler, Connersville, Ind. J.c. Branyan is Deputy Prosecutinp Attorney. vllnl9tf. O. STIDABAKEK, Attorney at Law, -A-TiTXJ Claim & Real Estate Agent, DECATUR, INDIANA. Will practice law in Adams and adjoining counties; secure Pensions and other claims against the Government; buy and sell Real Estate; examine titles and pay taxes, and other business pertaining to Real Estate Agency. He is also a Notary Public, and is prepared to draw Deeds, Mortgages and other instrumentgjfjEriting. vlOnlltf. REAL estate agents. JAMES R. 8080, LICENSED REAL ESTATE AGENT. DECATUR, INDIANA, ACRES of good farming . vJIJO land, several Town Lots, and a large quantity of wild land for sale. If yon want Yo buy a good farm or wild land he yyill sell it to you. If you want your land sold he will sell it for you. No sale, no charge. vlOnGtf " physicians. F. A. JELEEFF, Physician and Surgeon, DECATUR, IJVDTAJYAOFFICE—On Second Street, over A. Crabbs & Co’s Hardware Store. vßnlstf. c.l.c ij rtTsSs Physician & Surgeon. DECATUR, :::::::: INDIANA. Having permanently located in this place, offers his professional services to the people of Decatur and vicinity. Office in Houston's Block. Residence at the Burt blouse. v11n36 ANDREW' SOR«b Physician and Surgeon, wkc.it ur, ijvdiajva. OFFICE—On Second Street over Spetscer & Meibers’ Hardware Store. • vßn42tf. D ENESTPY. 72. IS. McCOJVIVELt, Surgeon Dentist, DECA TUR, tt : : INDIA NA. All work neatly executed and warranted to give Call and examine specimens. OFFICE—With Dr. Jelleff, over A Crabbs & Co’s Hardware store. vlln49’ HOTELS. MIESSE HOUSE, Third St., Opposite the Court Howse, DECATUR, LTD., I. J, MIESSE, ::::::::::: Proprietor. In connection with, this House there is a Stage run to and from Decatur and Monroeville, daily, which connects with trains running both ways. vlln9tf. MONROE HOUSE. MONROEVILLE, INDIANA. L. WALKER,:::::::: Proprietor, This House is prepared to accommodate the travelling public in the best style, and at reasonable rates. nSvlltf. MAIN STREET EXCHANGE. A. FREEMAN, Proprietor. West Main Street, near the Public Square. FORT IFAFA'E, IJVD. vllnllyl. HEDEKIN HOUSE On Barr, between Columbia and Main Sts. PORT WAYNE, IND. ELI KEARNS, Proprietor. Office of Auburn and Decatur Stage lines. Also good stabling in connection with the House. vllnllyl. MAYEK HOUSE. J. LESMAN, Proprietor. Corner Calhoun and Wayne Sts., FORT WAYNE, vllnllyl. Indiana. MONROEVILLE, IND. E. G. COVERDALE, Proprietor. —: o: Mr. Coverdale is also a Notary Public, Real Estate and Insurance Agent. vllnllyl.

DECATUR, IND., FRIDAY. MARCH 27, 1868.

Dotn’t Forget the Evergreen. Bury me on the lone hill-side, Where setting sun does rest, But don’t forget the evergreen, That I am blest. Bury me near the cedar trees, Where gentle winds go by, But don’t forget the evergreen. Where there I lie. Bury me where the rose bloom, In splendor and glory, But don’t forget the evergreen, That’s my glory. Bretheren layjne where you think best That I may quiet rest, But don’t forget the evergreen, Is my request. ‘ iVEEE, THE BEGGAR GIRL, BY MARION DENNING. ‘Please, ma’am, a penny to buy some bread?’ It was a child’s voice, low and pleading, and the lady walked swiftly past, turnd sharply round, saying, as she lifted her dainty skirts: ‘Don’t get too near, filthy creature ; I haven’t pennies to spend on beggars’ brats.’ The little girl turned slowly and crossed the street. She was probably twelve years of age, dressed in rags, and her feet were bare; her hair hung down her back in tangled masses, and her face was shaded by an old limp sunbonnet. The reply of the lady seemed to grate harshly on her feelings. At first herpinched face wore a dark look, and her deep black eyes shone luridly, but as she wandered slowly on an expression of determination settled over her features, and suddenly stopping, she exclaimed, in a determined tone: ‘l’ll never beg again, though I die of starvation. I will be somebody’yet in spite of all. ‘A good resolution, my little girl!’ She turned and confronted a tall well-dressed young gentleman, who wore a fine chain, and diamonds on his fingers. She looked up and °aw a kind light beaming in the dark eyes, as she ans wered: ‘I thank you, sir, for your kind words, and yet’twill cost me many a heartache.’ The young rqan bent forward and caught the gleam of the child‘s eye—that strong, steady gleam that told of the undaunted heart hidden beneath the beggar’s garb. He passed his hand tenderly over the uncomed hair, and gazing on the broad, square forehead of the child, he said: ‘What might be your name, little girl ?’ ‘Nell,’ she answered. ‘And how will you keep this resolution ?’ ‘I don’t know yet, I shall wheq I think.’ The young man put his hand in his pocket and drew forth a purse. ‘Here,’ he said, ‘take this ; it will help you, and I know you will not spend it foolishly. You will be somebody yet, or this high, broad brow indicates nothing.— Good-bye, and if you’re ever in trouble, direct a line to Harry Clifford.’ He lingered only to look back on the little girl whose eyes were filled with happy tears. She (did not speak her thanks, but the took she gave him assured him that the purse would never be forgotten. That afternoon a girl dressed plainly, yet neatly, with long, wavy ripling curls and deep intelligent eyes, stood on the marble steps ringing the bell of a brown stone mansion. The door was soon opened, and the servant thus answered her inquiry for the lady of the house:

‘There is no lady of the house except the housekeeper; but if you wish to see Mr. Wells, I can inform him., The little girl nodded. ‘Whatname shall I say ?’ inquired the servant, for he was a kind hearted man. ‘Nell Graham,’ answered the little girl. ‘Sir, a child, Nell Graham, wishes to speak with you,’ said the servant, poking his head into the study door. ‘A little child—what is she like Percy ?’ ‘Plain, but neat, sir.’ Send her in, Percy’ When Nell entered the splendid apartment, decorated in crimson and gold, she did not look around confusedly, as many in her position would have dene, but bowed deeply to the kindfaced

old gentleman, who, pointing to | a chair, begged her to be seated. ‘May I ask your name and business with me ?’ ‘Certainly,’ was the response, 1 uttered with the slightest tremor in her voice. ‘My name is Graham. My parents were wealthy long ago ; my father was a merchant in this city, but they were' at last reduced to poverty, and died • in utter want. lam seeking em-! ployment, sir, to take care of chidren.or assist in the kitchen. — I have run away from the old woman with whom I hawe been living.’ ‘Graham! Graham !’ interrupted the old man, ‘can it be my old friend ? Come here, child; I wish to look in your face.’ Nell arose, and stood by his chair. He drew her toward him, and, pushing back the curls from her brow, he said: ‘You've a splendid head, child, as your mother had, before you.— She was an intelligent woman, and, no doubt, you will be like her.’ ‘Did you know her?’ inquired Nell. ‘Yes, yes! Well I knew her.— I cannot mistake the name, nor these beautiful eyes.’ After reflecting for a moment, he added: ‘Nell, what do you say to calling me Uncle Aaron, and lining with me ? lam very lonesome, with no one to love. Be my niece, Nellie, and live with me always.’— ‘Are you in earnest?’ Gaqped the child. Never more so.,’ answered the old man- ‘You shall bring my slippers, and keep mp books arranged, and sing to me, and keep me awake duriftg the sunny afternoons. What do you say: to it, Nell ?’ ‘I say a thousand thanks, untill I can better repay you.’ And Nell twined her arms ar.qund his peek, and kissed his cheek, as though she had known him years. Time passed, and Nell grew to love Uncle Aaron, almost as much as he loved her. Five years rolled away—bright, sunny years to little Nell— who was now a tall elegant young lady, with sparkling eyes and regal braids and still to Uncle Aaron she was the same as when she came to him that bright day in May, bringing light and joy into his home, and all this time she bad never seen Harry Clifford, and wondered where he was. At last, one day, when out shopping, she was confident she beheld him, or the wreck of what he was five years ago. She approached, and forgetting herself gazed sadly on the man lounging on the steps of a saloon ; a man, thin and wasted, with black hair clustering in tangled curls oyer the white forehead, wrinkled with care, trouble, or some inward strife a man whose face bore the stamp of dissappation, and.whose dress indicated poverty. ®e looked up at last, and caught her large melancholy eyes fixed upon him. He stirred uneasily. She drew nearer, and held out a paper. He opened a paper and a little purse rolled out—a little red silk purse—to which was pinned a paper bearing these words: Five years ago, Nell the beggar girl, resolved to beg no more.— She has kept her resolution, and is now now able to repay the.loan H. C., was kind enough to proffer.— Take it, misguided man, and do as she has done. Do not go in there but seek some honest employment and you have the prayers of Nell.’ He pressed the little purse to his lips, and resolved as she had done, to be a better man. He became once more a respectable citizen, and prospered, and. oh how eagerly he watched for Nell to appear once more! After a long lapse of time, a tall, elegant lady, in rich robes, alighted from the aristocratic carriage of Aaron Wells, and entered his store. She much resembled the lady who had given him the purse; but, then, the proud people all bowed to this lady, and surely .she could not be Nell Graham, the beggar girl. At last one night, as he stood before a noted gaming-house, the old feeling came over him, and he was surely tempted to enter. A rustle at the door startled him, and as he turned, he beheld his benefactor. There was no mistake that form, although he was unable to see her face, for it was covered with a thick -veil, Yet he fancied that through its thick folds her benevolent eyes glpamed gratefully upon him. She turned and would have walked away, but Harry Clifford walked after her, axclaiming: ‘Nell, Nell!—For my heart tells me it is you—stop, I entreat you!’

She. hesitated a moment, and then the. jeweled hands dashed away the folds of her veil, and Harry saw the features of- little Nell, bright, beautiful and noble. A wistful light lingered in her dark impressioned eyes, as he called her name. She started. Their hands met and their eyes dark in the lovelight that burned deep in their souls. ‘Nelie, you are mine! You were meant for me! Be my wife ?’ She slowly drew away her nand, saying: ‘Harry Clifford, come to night to the mansion of Aaron Wells; I will give you my answer there and then.’ She turned, and he watched her graceful figure as she mo ved up the street. Night came, and Harry went boldly to the brown-stone mansion, half Believing he was dreaming. The windows were ablaze with light; a gay assemblage thronged the great rooms. What did it mean ? His cogitations were interrupted by a voice, saying. ‘Sir, this way; my lady wishes to speak with you,’ and he followed the polite. servant up the stairs and along the great halls'. Suddenly, a door slowly opened, and he started back. Never had he beheld such magnificence and beauty! A great, high-arched room, shining with splendor, and there, in the centre, stood Nell—his beautiful Nell, in long white satin robes, with diamonds flashing from her snowy throat and gleairfing in the coils oiTier raven hair ; her face so beautiful, with the soft light beaming from her dark eyes. Harry, my boy. your brdo is waiting!’ said Uncle Aaron, shout ing at his elbow. ‘I know all about it, my dear fellow. Don’t be confused ! This is your wedding night! She is my adopted daughter, bless her heart!’ Harry took the arm of his Nell, with the vague impression that he was in a dream; but when the minister pronounced them man and wife, and he felt her warm kiss on his lips, he doubted no longer, but clasped her to his heart, murmuring blessings on her name. The guest ’were, a little surprised when Harry Clifford was announced as tl]e husband of queenly Nell; but the bountifull supper in waiting smoothed away regrets for the present although many soft hearted swains grumbled afterward. Harry is now supremely happy, and never regrets the kind word, he once spoke to the beggar, Nell. . He and his beautifhPjwife live in the brown stonq'mansion; and Uncle Aaron declares that instead of losing he gained when Harry married his pet. The little lAd silk purse is treasured by both husband and wife. And thus will we-leave them enjoying God’s greatest blessing, wedded bliss. A». is a Curiosity. It is a curiosity to find a politician who will hold .an argument with an opponent for half an hour without getting angry. It is a curiosity to find a politician who will be convinced by his opponent’s arguments. It is a curiosity to find a person who does not think his own children possessed of more talent and accomplishments than those of his neighbors. It is a curiosity to find an artist who does not think himself per feet in bis profession. It is a curiosity to find a Miss of fifteen who has not began to think of getting a husband.- .It. is a curiossity to find an old maid who does not wonder that she hks not long before been married. It is a curiosity to receive a letter from a lady which has pqt a P. S. attached to it. It is a curiosity to meet with a woman who stammers in conversation. It is a curiosity to find a lawyer who pleads a case successfully for you, and then docks on a portion of his fees. It is a curiosity to find a physician who, having restored you to health does not wish you to think he has performed a wonderful cure. It is a curiosity to find a dentist who will not tell yon he can extract a tooth and cause less pain than an y one else. It is a curiosity to find a schoolmaster who does pot wish to be understood that he knows more than any body elseIt is a curiosity to find an editor who does not know everything, and more too. It is a curiosity to find a candidate for any office who does not think he is fully entitled to the suffrage pf his fellow

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[From the Dubuke Times, March 2,1868.] i A Remarkable Character A young man is now stopping at; the Key City House, by the name | of George W. Porter, whose par- i ents, brothers, sister and relatives were all murdered at Redwood Minnesota, in the great Indian massacre of 1861. He is the sole survivor and was the only one left; to communicate the mournful intelligence to the nearest settlement. Bereft in one brief hour of ail that he held dear an earth, and with the victims of the savage ferocity extended in death before him, he took a solemn vow of vengeance. How well he has performed that vow the reader may judge when we state that in six years young Porter has alone, and with the assistance of nothing but his trusty rifle sent to the happy hunting grounds the souls of one hundred awl eight Indian braves. He carries with him a piece of eanebrake, about twelve inches in length, and whenever he killed an Indian he would make a notch in this. One hundred and eight notches are now to be counted on the piece of cane alluded to, the last one being cut on Christmas, 1866. Surely young Porter, has been an avenging Nemesis on the footsteps of those who slaughtered his kindred. The Indians killed embrace representatives from nearly every tribe on the Plains. By night and by day be has followed them ; through the trackless forests, over desert wastes, by the mountain side and in the loqely glen has Tie pursuecTTus' victims until the crack of the rifle and the death yell proclaimed that another red-skin had been sent to his final accoqnt, and sated with blood the vengeance of his pursuer. Port er has not passed through all these perilous scenes unscathed. His body has been riddled by eleven bullets, and clashed in thir-ty-three places by the knife. But he has withstood all, come out victorious, and now exhibits with pride the trophies of his prowess. Truly, his parents and relations have been deebly, 1 terribly avenged. The Dresses of an African an his C ourt. In a recent lecture delivered in Philadelphia, Moniseur Du Chaillu thus describes the dresses of a negro King and his court, with whom he met in his travels in Africa: “King Diopo was dressed in a swallow-tailed coat, about the style our grandfathers wore, and that he must have procured from some traveler, and nothing else besides! His Prime Minister had on a white shirt,.one sleeve lost, . and which could not have been washed for two years, and nothing else! The, second head man had necktie on and nothing else! The third head man hadka hat on, and nothing else ! Another one of the suit wore a pair of’shoes,, and nothing else! After the King and his Ministers, came his wives, His chief wife caraied an uini.rella. and wore nothing else, besides. The negroes in this country, if separated from the whites and allowed to form and manage their own gpvcrnment, would soon fall back into the condition in which their cousins at home now are. For it is not from the want of opportunities for improvement that the negroes of Africa are still savages, but because they are an inferior race, and actually incapable of maintaining such institutions as the whites establish and support, Some negro made a speech in -the Vih>inia Convention, a few days ago, in which he claimed that the Carthaginians of old were negroes! We have heard of one greater fool—namely, .the man who declared positively that the great Roman general Scipio was a negro, and cited as proof the fact that he was always called Africanus! Whilo Sain Houston was President of the Taxas Republic, its Congress objected to his off-hand, blunt speeches, and intimated that it would be both convenient and respectful for him to put his addresses in writing. The next tjme he appeared in the Chamber, he bore a roll of paper, tied with ribbon, and labelled in large letters., He spoke with this roll in his hands, waving it gracefully with his gestures, and when he had done, handed it, with a bow, to the clerk, and stalked out of the hall. On being opened, it proved to bq a roll of blank paper. It is said that a desendent of Luther, the Great Reformer is now living in Hagerstown, Maryland. He is one of the eighth generation, in regular descent from hjs famous ancestor.

A Batch of Them. We clip the following good ! tilings from the Crawford county I Fo r u >n: ‘•Sacred"’ things—the National I debt and Dan. Rice’s cattle. Mrs. Lincoln’s clothes and no I purchasers. We presume she I holds them up to high. I'he people are incensed at the I abuse of the franking priviliege. — ; This, we presume, may be called I frank incense. I If we were in Congress we should always vote “aye.” We ; should endeavor carefully to keep our -noes” out of the Rump. Ward Beecher is writing a ■ life of Christ on speculation. Th e first speculation on the Saviors life was made by Judas. The two meanest looking meq in the Lower House of Congress are Schenck and Plants, both Republicans, and both from Ohio. The platfrom on which Grant is to stand must be made wide enough for two. He frequently needs some one to hold him up! ’ The Indianapolis Journal says “Stanton is a lion in the President’s path.” It ought to add, also, that Grant is a liar in the President’s path. It was General Washington, and not General Grant, who said in youth “J cannof tell n lie. Papa, , ?/o« know I connot tell a he. ’ Re- , fer to A. Johnson. One Jewell is the Abolition can didate for Governor of Connecticut. The, Day Book says “this is , a Jewell in a swine’s nose.” Rath- , er, we should say, “a Jewell in an Ethiop’s ear.” The unknown millions which constitute the fortunes ot Jay , Cooke, John Sherman, and othI ers, are all charged up to the people, and constitute q part of the . Abqliiioq war debt Sacred, ain t I ftGrant was never known to find , fault with the contents of a bot- . tie but once, and that was at Bermuda Hundred. If every bottle , contained a Butler, Grant would ' be a teetotaler. I Mr. Chase is no longer adver- , tised as one of the proprietors of the Treasury harem at W ashing- [ ton; but he still retains his interest, and is what is known as a “sleeping partner.” The great Carlyle must have t had the era of the Rump Congress in view when be wrote: “It was ( the very age of imposters, cutpurses, swindlers, doubje-gaqgers, ’ enthusiasts, ambiguous persons; quacks simple, quacks compound; crack-brained, or with deceit proi pense; quacks and quackeries of all colors and kinds.” i — i A 5 eautiful Custom. 1 In the mountains of Tyrol, it is 1 the custom of the women and ’ children to come out when, it is bedtime and sing’ their national 1 songs until they hear their hus--1 bands, fathers and brothers answer 1 them from the hills or on their re--1 turn home. On the shores of tl;q ; Adriatic,' stich a custom prevails. 1 There the wive# of the fishermen 1 comedown about sunset and sing a 1 melody, singing the first stanza, ' they listen awhile for the answer--1 ing strain from off the water, and ; continue to sing and liqjpu till the ' ; well known voices come on the ! tide telling that the loved ones are ’ almost home. How sweet to the > weary fisherman as the shadows ’ gather around him, must be thq songs of the loved ones at home, ' who sings to cheer him and how they strengthen and tighten the 1 bonds that bi nd together these ■ humble dwellings by the sea. Truly, it is among the lowl.f the most beautiful customs are 1 practiced. — » — —— " A lady called at a store recently t and inquired of a young clqrk for 1 “crewel.” Not filling to appear 1 ignorant, nor exactly comprehond- ' ing her, he handed down a regular twisted cowskin. “Why,” said ! the lady, “that is not what I want.” “Well,” replied the boy, “that is the crudest thing I know of.” ; We find a fish story in a west- • ern paper. Beaver Lake, Wis--1 cousin, froze over wholly this year with only one small air hole to which the fish crowded in such numbers that many were pushed - out upon the ice, so thftt the farm»_ers carried them off by [h§ §le<| load to feed their hogs. The Whiskey Meter Committee has concluded its labors, but what‘ they have accomplished is not definitely known, except in one respect, and that is, that no machine can be found which will prevent fraud while the tax is twq dollars per gallon. Chicago is to have “the largest and most elegant railroad depot in the world.” It is to' be built by the three leading railway companies, entirely of stone, over 1,30 Q feet long, and will cost when completed. nearly $2,000,000. There are one thousand and forty-three convicts in the Illinois State penitentiary. That institution is now earning about twq hundred dollars a day over and bove expenses.