Daily Greencastle Banner and Times, Greencastle, Putnam County, 19 August 1897 — Page 2
TITK DAILT BAN N KR TIMES, GREENCASTLE, INDIANA,
THE DREAMER.
Tfm« 8*1(1: “In this—Ilf*’* (rarden, Dream you a merry day.” And so I dreamed while morning streamed Over the hills away. Over the golden hills Where the land of promise lay: And I heard the ehime of the bells of Time Over the hills away: •’Dreams—dreams—dreams! A little of right and wrong; Daughter and sighs and weeping eye*, And Silence after the song. Silence after the song— Silence lone and long! Stormy skies or starry beams— Dreams—dreams dreams!”
And dreaming in life’s garden Upon a couch of May, There came a Might from lands of Night Over the hills away. Over the misty hills:' And Time, in a mantle gray. With shadowed eyes, ’neath ruined skies, Passed over the hills away. “Dreams—dreams -dreams! A little of right and wrong; Daughter and sighs and weeping eyes, And Silence after the song. Silence after the song — Silence lone and long! Be it storm or starry beams— Dreams—dreams—dreams!" P. L. Stanton, in Atlanta Constitution.
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Ben Winsdow's House
BELIEVE the time has come to build that house,” said young Mr. Winslow to his wife. “That is,
But
sort of gilded cage you deserve,
it will come all right.”
The day before Ben married the
“firm” called him into the private office. There it sat in awful conclave. The “firm” was composed of
if we’re ever go- the “old man” and the junior partner, ing to build it.” who had been cashier once upon a “Of course we’re time and had been ‘ taken iu” several
going to build it," > years ago.
answered Mrs. “Beu,” said the “old man,’’looking Winslow, with the } him in the eye, while the junioi partsureness of a wo- ner smiled and lighted a cigar. Ben ills man who knows felt uneasy. “Ben, you’ve proved whatever she de- yourself an exceptionally good business fires must come to her. j man. Your growth has been rapid, The Winslows had been married two and we’ve decided to give you the reyears, and from the beginning—and | ward you’re entitled to. If everything time for them began when they met goes well we will offer you a partnereach other at school and were children ship in the concern one year from -—lovers—they had decided to have a now. Now, no thanks. At that time home of their own some day. This you will collect the dividends you’ve
decision had not been out of their minds a day iu all that time. One of Mrs. Winslow’s favorite maxims was: “You are nobody in a rented house.” This she supplemented by such bits of worldly wisdom as: “Everyone respects a man who buys a good home for his family, ’’and “No woman can make a real home out
of a rented house.”
Carrie Winslow was something of a beauty in her way. She had been the prettiest girl in her class at the high school, and had been graduated in clondsof frothy white skirts, sunbursts of blushes and smiles and smothered in roses. When she arose to deliver her essay on “What Does the Future Hold?” more of the male portion of the audience saw than heard her. And Ben Winslow—well, Ben Winslow, who saw her every day and knew every ripple of her lovely hair—literally worshipped the air she breathed. After her graduation she went East to be polished at a young ladies’school, and to play scales and learn French and things, to afterward forget them. Ben went to work, with Carrie’s proph- I eey that he would become one of the i
earned since you’ve been with us.” Then the “old man” and junior partner shook hands with Ben, and he walked into the front office with the picture of the house floating in the air before him. That very night Carrie and he sat down to plan it, after she had patted him on the back and said, “I told you so,” which is a woman's privilege among others. “I think we should have a colonial house, painted white, with green blinds, like the Stebbinses,” said Car-
rie.
“Oh, T don't know,” said Ben. “Of course, it’s pretty, and all that, but I believe that one of these French renaissance houses would be prettier and odder. Or, even one with Dutch gables and gargoyles and things on
the roof.”
“Colonial is much more the thing,” said Carrie. “With wainscoats ; stained green, end lots of color on the walls and ceilings, and a den for you with a shelf for steins and things.” “Why, that’s just like Btebbiuses’," said Beu. “Let’s try something of
our own.”
Anil so they struggled until they
great men of the age. She was quite j both thought that perhaps au archipositive of this; for had he not already teot might have some ideas on the shown masterly ability in having won subject that hadn’t occurred to her love and promise to marry him? ; them. To an architect, therefore, But,although : lie gave him her promise, they went, and he, proving a young 1 to wear his ring, because man who knew his business, managed
she refused
it wasn’t proper for young women away at boarding scb-ol to be engaged —and, anyway, hadn't they been engaged ever since she was ten and ha
fourteen years of age?
to satisfy them both. Ben bought tract of laud and the house building
began.
One day the architect announced that the house was ready for him, so
Ben Winslow had plenty of good they paeke 1 their treasures and set stuff in him and he went to work like i forth. As they approached the house a Trojan. He had a small p<o ition in | they stopped and looked upon it with a wholesale house, and after working | the fulness of happiness and pride. It hard all day, sat up half the night ■ had all come about as they had planned thinking < f the business and how it when they were children, and just as could be mu le profitable. Now, thaf if some fairy godmother bad waved her . . sort of thing tells, whether a man be "and instead of being the work of a o 1 " 11 !?-
Carrie, “but I am beginning to think that we can do much better next time.’' After dinner Ben picked up his evening paper, and, after reading the news, turned to the real estate advertising columns to see if he could find something for sale that would bo likely to suit him. He had not read far before be looked up. “Here’s the very thing,’’ he said. “My George, this is lucky.” “What is it?” asked Carrie, lowering the magazine she bad been read-
ing.
“Listen to this. Some fellow wants to sell a perfect gem of a house, and if he doesn’t want too much for it, I believe we ought to take it. I'll read it aloud: ‘A gentleman has satisfactory reasons for desiring to sell his home. The house contains twelve rooms, in the most perfect arrangement, and decorated in the latest and best manner. Spacious parlors, dining-room, with butler’s pantry; large hall, that lends itself to much artistic furnishing, and smoking room on the first floor. On the second floor a beautiful hall, with southern window recesses; chambers connecting with bath rooms, a most comfortable and artistic denj sewing-room and servants’ quarters. Hard-wood finish, perfect heat and ventilation, and grounds not to he surpassed on the south side.’ Well, if that won’t suit us, nothing will, only it sounds a trifle grand.” “Go and see them in the morning, the first thing,” said Carrie, “before some one else gets it.’’ “The chap that I have teld to sell this miserable place has it for sale, also, and I will speak of it when I drop in to urge him to burry this place off our hands.” In the morning Ben hurried to his agent. “Say, old man, he said. “You’ve got the very thing I desire, What’s the price and when can I take possession?” and he pointed to the j advertisement he had read to his wife. The agent looked at him thoughtfully a moment and then said: “Is it possible? W r ell, I can’t sell that house to you. Any other man, now, might get it, but not you.” “Why, what’s the matter with me?” asked Ben, flushing. “Why, it’s yours already. Don't you recognize the description of your own house?” Ben read the advertisement again. “Is that how my house strikes you? I guess you’re right. No man can buy that house, now, I’ve brought it myself. No, sir,” he added fiercely, “if any man wants to buy that house tell him it's sold and kick him out. Oh, Lord, how close I came to losing
it.”
When he got home that night he: read the advertisement once more to; his wife, and, looking around, said:| “So that’s this house. I vote to stay; here as long us we can.” And his
wife said:
“Why, you goose, T knew it was our; house last night, " hen you read the description of it and wanted to sell ito
in such a hurry.”
A woman knows more about a house iu a minute than most men ever learn.
—Kansas City Star.
WORDS OF WISDOM. Two captains sink the ship.
Fine teeth beget broad grins. The money paid, the work delayed. Merit does much, but fortune more. A thousand sorrows do not pay one
debt.
Pray devoutly and hammer on.
stoutly.
A lover railing is not far from for-
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Fairmont News: Judge Do, hVen ■ occasion to defend his poll I mlssioner of pensions, in his I Gettysburg. It needed defending 1
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right, but it was entirely out of niL.E do It there. He Is the only nierni- 1 the famous First Minnesota that r
disgraced it. so far as we know o, ” should not have been allow. ! I vantage of that occasion to blow •
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horn.
Now I» the Appointed Time It is sweet and beautiful to erect ni. ments to the veteran dead. Itut it t s j better to do Justice to those who , r , living. There Is only a little whip ! which to do this, wmle th. r. wi!j . cades and centuries In which to • *
monuments and strew flow-et , graves of those who have died. T
The veterans of the war of the na I
Hon have now reached that age »■ I any longer delay in allowing their n-l slons Is acuta cruelty. They are ih'l faster than their pensions are ‘ ^
granted.
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**To Hell l.tke n Man.’* Indianapolis Journal: I asked M r « .1
I <* oil A Kewl
ermore If she had ever seen
afraid of death, or that which would v| low death, at the actual hour of dyi»| "Never but once,” she replied, "andtSI It was the fault of an ev ng( I after the fight at Fort Donaldson. EirtSj mortally wounded men had been brouii Into rny ward at the St. ],ouis hospiil among them a soldier with both legs jyd an arm shot off. This man u.,s u , . that stupor that usually precedes d when an evangelist entered, and, bet J over tin bed. said: “Have you made vi,. peace with God? if not. you will be •
hell In less than an hour.’
“Instantly the man s stupor was «. placed by the most horrible fright. p~. for me.’ he groaned. ’I can t stop; , u the reply, ns the epeaker hurried or. give his gruesome message to other's <1 ferers. ’You must pray for yours;: Delirious with pain and wholly poss. il. by this new and terrible idea, the so. J sent out shriek after shriek of agony I cannot die! I have been a wicked niar, was his repeated wall. His erics arena and excited the other men, and the became a pandemo.iltim of groans c screams and beseeching*. In vain I urpt and the surgeon commanded quiet. ; directed the doctor to send the evang J out of the ward, and I got upon the baj of the man who had first been arousd Taking him by the shoulders and look'a straight Into his eyes, s said: ‘Stop.-, screaming at once!' ‘But I'm going |, hell!’ he cried. ‘Well. If you must g.a! hell, go like a man!' I replied. ‘But » • must you go? What is Christ fur ;, man like you. who has stood up to b riddled and torn and killed for his .,... try. Is going to hell? It Is a libel vm
God.'
"I had dispatched a messenger fort; chaplain. When he came I said: ‘D. say a word, but sing,’ and gradut peace settled over the ward, while tkj poor fellow listened to ‘Jesu= Lover f My Soul,’ ‘There'll Be no More Sorro? There,' 'Rook of Ages,' and many otkej comforting hymns. 1 kept my plao J the bed. softly repeating prayers and rr! assuring passages of Scripture til! gpatient whispered, T do believe Jesus save me.' He die-d that night. "The overzenous evangelist rerrivtt summary treatment at the hands Mother Blckerdyko. When he began question her ‘boys' she appro a bed k with the words: Look here. You to this ward quick, or I’ll take you by t nape of the neck and pitch you out
BASE BALL BOSSIP.
the president of a bank or the di;'!fer businesslike young architect and a
of ditches. His employers noted—. batik account.
alter awhile -lhat young Winslow had ; Of cotirr - they had a house warming, ideas to give away; that be suggested The praise their house wrung from innovations that looked queer, because their guests filled their cup and when no one ha 1 ever thought of them he- ! the “old man” looked about and said fore. And queerer still, when some of to Carrie, “That young man of yours his id, is were put into execution they is one of the best business men in town
were found so profitable, that Winslow's forerunners almost lost castebecause they had not thought of them. One day Carrie came home from the school iu the “East.” Bhe was so lovely that Ben lost his heart upon beholding her. Her year or two away from home had changed her from a pretty girl into a lovely woman. And Ben had, to lay at her feet a promotion that was substantial and a future that was promising. Carrie “came out” and society rejoiced in her. Men made onslaughts upon her heart, and these she cleverly repulsed. lint she gave Ben plenty to think about. He saw all about him men of better positions and established incomes, pay court to her. Their engagement had not been announced and would not until the coming winter—providing everything went well. This spurred Beu into business brilliancies that won him another promotion, and eld fellows who lunched long in ths middle of the day and read their names on letter heads and sign boards, looke 1 at him in a speculative way and predicted great things for him. There is nothing like a little uncertainty in love to goad a man to
his best efforts.
At length Carrie accepted Ben’s ring and their betrothal was announced. Everyone declared him a fortunate chap, and wondered where his luck would land. His friends said, as friends will: “Who would have thought that Ben Winslow would turn out so well? Why, when I knew him at school, he was nothing but a big, good-natured boy with plenty of freckles, but that big. firm under lip of his is responsible for it—and his
luck, of course.”
When they were married society showered gifts upon them until they had enough to fill two houses, and they hadn’t even one house. “This won’t do,” said Carrie, laughing. “Where is the house of our own
we were to have?”
“’M sure I don't know,” answered Ben. “I'm not ureoared to build tfca
and is destine'! to great things,” her eyes tilled with tears and her lip quiv-
ered ever so slightly.
After that they settled down to enjoy their possessions. In a mouth or two Hobiuson built a houseless than a block away and copied their porch and two of their most original rooms. Jones stole the plan for the ground floor arrangement when he built. Brown took the upper hall and its window seats and the arrangement of the chambers and bath room. Smith took the den and library bodily. Ben sat down and wished lie had waited until all the others had built before be had
touched a stick of timber.
“I don’t see why these fellows couldn’t have done something original,” he complained. “I’m sick of this place now. As a mutter of fact I never did
like it.
“Well, I have always liked it,” said Carrie. “It suits me down to the ground. But I confess I am getting tired of seeing our porch every time I pass the Bobinson’s, and beholding our parlors and dining room every time I visit the Joneses.” “I’ll tell you what we’ll do,” said Ben, springing to his feet. “We’ll sell it and buy another house, now that they’ve built theirs. “That's a perfectly splendid idea,” exclaimed Carrie. “What a clever boy it is.” The following day Ben went to a real estate agent, who had the reputation of being able to sell anything that was earthen, and told him to sell the house in double quick time. “What! that beautiful new house?” exclaimed the agent. “Why, you hare not been iu it more than five months.” “I don’t care for that,” answered Beu. “You sell it in a hurry.” That very day the agent put an advertisement in the paper, offering Ben’s house for sale. “Well, I told him to sell the house,” said Ben, when he got home that
night.
“I shall be sorry to lose it.” said
spend
It apparently pays best to preach to
the few.
He is no fool who can both :•) ! spare. There is nothing older than yesterday's news. Pride often wears sackcloth under its dress suit. True love can hope where reason would despair. Discipline is the art which teaches a man not to run. A little hill in a low place thinks itself a mountain. The best preaching is not always done in the pulpit. Eat and drink with a friend, but do not trade with him. Falsehood, like a nettle,stings those who meddle with it. Excessive laughter proceeding from a slight cause is folly. Virtue is a common property and may be acquired by all. He is a madman who, being rich, lives as if he were poor. Negligence numbers one thousand victims to intention’s one. Sheep are sometime* taken over a bad road to a good pasture. Many a man wants better preaching who has no wish for better living. A man may be a good talker and still have an impediment in bis thoughts.— The South-West.
may have put them out of their chance to win the pennant for the fourth consecutive time.
Child A Hacked by a Rooster, A three-year-old daughter of John Carpenter, of Elizabetbport, N. J., was attacked by a large game rooster. The child was passing bareheaded through a field in the rear of her home when the fowl flew over a fence, alighting on her head. Seizing the child’s hair with his sharp beak, the cock drove his spurs repeatedly into her head, inflicting a number of ugly wounds. The little one’s screams attracted the attention of a woman, who hastened to the rescue. Picking up a stick, she drove the vicious bird away. The blood was streaming down the child’s face and neck from the wounds, and she was nearly hysterical from fright when rescued. Her hands were also scratched by the rooster’s spnrs as she 'made efforts to pull the fowl off her head. The gamecock has been killed.
NOTES OF INTEREST ABOUT THE NATIONAL CAME. An CnpiinillelfMl Seric* of Accidents to the Champions — The Ohio Law Agitinst Minday IMaying lias Heeu Declared Unconstitutional. Unparalleled Series of Accidents. Ni: woe doth tread upon another’s heels, so fast they follow.” The Baltimore Base Ball Club has had a practical illustration of the greal Shakespear e's meaning when he put those words into the mouth of one of his favorite characters. All last winter players and expert writers on the game were united In their expressed belief that the Baltimore team would this season be due for its share of ill luck. The probable reason for this general prophecy was the fact that for three years that team had played with a marvelous freedom from accident to its men In spite of the dashing and reckless style of its play, and also the well established theory that misfortunes are part of the great game and Us rare uncertainties In which each team In the course of time evens up with Its
topartners.
Halt 1 more IWIhfort unci*. Whether that which was predicted last winter was the spirit of true prophecy, only a common guess, or the result of this evening up theory may not be shown conclusively. But the "turn was called.” The Baltimores’ misfortunes began or. their first western trip, when Doyle was hit on the head with a pitched ball and put out of the game for several weeks. When the team got to Cincinnati. Captain Hobinson was badly spiked on one knee and laid up. Catcher Clark soon afterward suffered from a split thumb, and joined Robinson "in the hospital.” As soon as Doyle got hark upon the nine Stenzel fell ill. and was followed by Kelley. In the New York-Baltimore soon as Doyle got hack into the nine got together again, but the chapter of accidents was not closed. Robinson had gone back too soon, and the old wound In the knee had to be reopened. In the important series between the leaders in Boston, Keeler suffered a sprain of the groin, and that great little run-make left the nine for the first time in nearly four years.
Still More.
Still the tide of accidents flowed in. The team went to New York, and in the first game on the Polo Grounds an Illbounding hall hit Doyle in the left eye, closing it in less than five minutes. Then came the worst accident of all. One of Russle’s terrific high in-shoots struck Jennings on the head just above the left temple. The great player staggered and then fell. When he recovered consciousness he Insisted on playing, and for an inning went through his work. Then he began to talk incoherently, and his fellow players realized that Hughey's Injury was serious. He was led off the field, taken to his hotel and put to bed, suffering from a slight concussion of the brain. This chain of accidents to the Baltimore Club is almost unprecedented. It Is only equaled by the misfortunes which bunched themselves updn the New York team in 1895, whereby Doyle, Davis, Rusie, MeeY 1 n. Tlernan, and Wilson were all most severely in Jored during that season. The Baltimore bunching of Injured players came at such an important period that It
ItaHpImll on Sunday. Judge Ong, of the Common Pleas Court of Cleveland, has handed down a decision declaring the law prohibiting Sunday hall playing unconstitutional. In his decision Judge Ong, speaking of the Sunday law, says its validity must rest on one or two precedents. It must either be unlawful or an offense to play or exhibit baseball on Sunday because it is Sunday, or it must rest in order to be an offense upon the fact that it is an immoral game or exhibition, falling clearly within the police power or regulation, and therefore a crime and a violation of its provisions punishable as therein provided. On these predictates the judge argues that as it is not unlawful or immoral to play baseball on Monday, the illegality comes from the Sunday playing, which fact is in clear violation of the constitution of Ohio. Because the doctrine is well settled that all statutes that refer to the first day of the week, commonly called Sunday, are not enacted or enforced to compel the observance of that day as a day of religious worship, but as a day set apart by statutes of Ohio as a day of rest. And while the court is well aware regarding the morality of the game, the
“unusual good authority.” Possibly New York, Boston and others of tha non-Sunday-ball playing division, for instance, would like a divorce from certain Western cities, but the latter would not be likely to permit the decree to be entered, and it could not ha entered were one negative vote to ba cast.—Ex. DLiinoml Field Gossip. The Australian ball players who hav. been visiting this country were beaten by a picked nine of amateurs by 10 to 2, at Philadelphia, Pa. Word comes from Cincinnati, Ohio, that Clarence G. Baldwin, better known as “Kid” Baldwin, the ex-professional catcher, had died at Longview insane asylum, to which he had been committed a few weeks ago. The St. Joseph and Des Moines teams of the Western association met St. Joseph, Mo., when the former won by 16 to 0. Pardee pitched a splendid game, holding the visitors down to two safe hits, and shut them out for second time this season. He shut them out at Des Moines a short time ago when he held them down to one safe hit. Short Stop Williams, of the home team, who has a great record as a home run hitter, made four safe hits, including a double bagger and two home runs.
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JUDGE ONG. only other ground considered, the judge declares that It cannot be contended that baseball is immoral, and therefore under police power or regulation. The decision was received with glee by thousands of baseball enthusiasts. Sunday games will now be played in Cleveland without police Interference unless Judge Ong should be reversed by a higher court. This decision furthermore will put an end to the wearisome talk of transfer of the Cleveland franchise and team and will save professional ball in the Forest City. Once More on Tap. The old, old story of a dissolution of the base ball partnership existing between the 12 clubs in the National league and American Association of Base Ball clubs is again being worked Joe Campbell, the Washington critic, is the latest advocate of the scheme. He brings it up to date and says the split will occur before the opening of next season. He places Boston, New York. Providence, Philadelphia, Pittsburg! Buffalo, Detroit and Chicago in the League and Baltimore, Washington, Brooklyn, Philadelphia, Cincinnati! Cleveland, St. Louis and Louisville lii the other circuit. Cincinnati, Cleveland, Baltimore and Brooklyn would hardly stand for the dissolution of the present League, and the protest of one club would knock out all efforts! to break the present ten-year agreement. And It is a question if Buffalo, Providence and Detroit could turn out as good crowds as the worst cities in the League are now doing. However, this same question has been discussed so much that it is now the wormiest kind of a worn chestnut. The story will be seriously considered when there Is more foundation for It than the word of
One of the Rest. John P. Fifield, like many other Ne" England players, had to go west before gaining a reputation as a professional player, and, although only a little over two seasons on the green diamond, he is looked upon as one of the best fielding pitchers in the business. He was born October 5, 1871, at Enfield, N. H., and learned to play hall at an early age. It was not until 1895, however, that he received his first professional engagement from the Little Rock club of the Southern League, remaining with its team until the last of July, and participating in forty-three championship games. He was then engaged by the Chicago club of the National League and American Association, but before getting a thorough trial he was released about the middle of August, and immediately signed with the Detrolts of the Western League, with whose team he finished the season. It was while with the Little Rocks that Fifield did his best work during tha season of 1895, he playing in almost every position on the diamond, from catcher to right field. He was re-en-gaged by the Detroit club for the season of 1896, and participated In sixtynine championship contests, filling several Infield positions when not pitching. About his best pitching feat last year was the winning of two games
JOHN P. FIFIELD. from the Indianapolis team on the afternoon of August 19, at Detroit. His best batting performance In any one hbT e |n W . a8 ,. the makin K of three safe ts, Including a home run and a triple bagger, in a game played July 6, at ■ rand Rapids. On July 10, at Mitineir*ort e fleW ePte a aH ° f n ' np cha " ce! ‘ »t short field, and on June i 2 at St Paul, he accepted eight out of ten chances at second base
Tlio TruHi of Hlslory. Henry Watterson nml Judge Rein once a member of Jefferson Davis' ■ >!“t, have rent wed th" ,1 whether President Lincoln w is at o: time In favor of paying the South !i| slaves as a condition of emancipationf !!:•• preservation of the union. Mr. tv terson revives the old storv tha! Mr coin s lid to Alex ID St, ph, write ’Union' at the top of you may write below it whatever pi please." This statement was ma! ! Mr. Stephens In his acrount of the I'""ress Monroe conference, and wa, S quently reiterated by him during his !!-. Judge Reagan, however, denh that !!'] Lincoln offered the confederates any ■ : conditions; but Mr. Wattersoi informed In the preps dispatches, hn ; elaborate article In his paper prodii documentary evidence to prove the f It ought to bo very easy to prove, .t? man living who was of mature arr £ that time end familiar with ’■ will remember that It was distinctly derstood throughout the North thatPwl I,lent Lincoln had made such an o!M| And It was an offer that the major!' the Northern people Indorsed, boa they felt that payment for the «!*!■ would be a cheap price to pay for emi>| clpatlon, an avoidance of the hom* and the cost of war, and the preservatH of the Union. The Southern leaders are Interest'd «| denying the story because they do » Wish the Southern people to ' : ' T that they refused so generotie o T The Southern loaders at that time, inlent. egotistical, revengeful. Images that It would be an easy task to eapttw Washington and dictate their terms (w the national eopltal. They did not pen* 1 ttie truth about Mr. Lincoln's off, come generally known among the South ern people, for fear that It strengthen the Union sentiment and Ih t'-nslfy the demand for p'-aee In thatu tlon. It Is now rather humiliating f 1 them to confess that they might W'l avoided the four long years of blood-” ■ and devastation, and obtained pay f° r ''l slaves, which were afterward set “L by the emancipation proclamation. S meeting President Lincoln half way > ■ his desire for peaceful settlement. Of course It makes little difference n# but the story Is historically valuable, shows that President Lincoln was slnrt when he said that his paramount des was to save the Union. He was not rc.J Ing war on Southern institutions the Southern people—he was slmpb * fending the union of thn states. He w'.a*> enough to see that slavery wae b»n* of contention, that the Unionno longer exist half slave and half and he was willing that the cost o, removal of this blight and source of vision should be shared hy the people both sections. Had his proposition l*” accepted, the people of the North, as ■ richer section, would have paid the latf proportion of the bill. ,, But this generous offer was The war went on, and the time " when the proclamation of emancll* beeame a military necessity. The rejected compensation when It was on and now tho cx-slave owners and heirs are forever debarred by con- ‘'j, tlonal amendment from receiving a- ‘ I* on the whole perhaps better tnnj_ , tory was made as It was. The 1 nt probably stronger because secession crushed on the battlefield, than It » ^ have been had the Union been r “ ^ hy compromise. Rut the humanity great emancipator, ns manifested " .1 offer to grant the South any term* ..I would preserve the Union without I shed, ought not to be forgotten.
Boeton Transcript: Aunt Mary-1 r nJ "Id ths agreeable thin* when Mr 6w (f - fisted your tire. __ <1 Mabel—Yes. auntie, end ths proP er i kiss for a blow, you know.