Democratic Sentinel, Volume 7, Number 11, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 13 April 1883 — Page 1

THE DEMOCRATIC SENTINEL. s== ‘" 1 '.--=r= A DEMOCRATIC NEWSPAPER. PUBLISHED EVERT FRIDAY, James W. McEwen. BATES OE SUBSCRIPTION. One year 11.50 CMz months.., ,1 1.00 Three months AH AarAdverjgjjMg tttes on aprltcutton.

Tap Bottom drawee. , BT MABT A. BCBB. lathe best chamber of the tons*. Shut up In dim, uncertain light. There stood an antique ohest of drawers Of foreign wood with brasses bright. One morn a woman, frail and gray, Stepped tottoringly across the floor—- “ Let in,” she said “the light of day, Then, Jean, unlock the bottom dfewer.” TbesM, in all youth's loveliness, .Knelt down with eager, carious face; Perchanoe she dreamt of Indian silks. Of Jewels and of rare old lace. But when the summer sunshine fell upon the treasures hoarded there, Thq tears rushed to her tender eyes. Her heart was solemn as a prayer. 'Dear graadmama,” she softly sighed, Lifting a withered rose and palm; Bat on the elder face was naught . Bat sweet oontent and peaceful calm. Leaning upon her staff, she gazed Upon a baby’s half-worn shoe'; A little froeik of finest lawn; A hat with tiny bows of blue— A ball, made fifty years ago; A little glove, a tasseled cap; A half-done long division sum; Bome school-books fas. ened with a strap. Bhe touched them all, with trembling lips—- “ How much,” she said, “the heart can bear. Ah, Jean! I thought that I should die The day that first I laid them there. “But now It seems so good to know Thjt thi ough all these weary years Theirhearts have been nntouohed by grief, Their eyes have been unstained by tears. Dear Jean, we see with clearer sight, When earthly love Is almost o’er; Those children wait me in the skies, For whom I locked that sacred drawer." —The Continent.

THE THREE GRANDMOTHERS.

“And you would marry this fellow, ” said Grandma Von Breeks von Starch, in her bassooniest (that is the only Word I can think of with which to describe them) tones, “if you could ?” “Yes, ma’am,” replied Gertrude, meekly but firmly. “The idea is simply preposterous! ” declared Grandmother Huffey’s fife-like voice. “Preposterous indeed! ” responded the bassoon. “More than preposterous —disgraceful! a mechanic I a common workingman! a house painter!” “He’s a fresco-painter,” timidly corrected Gertrude. “Which ainounts to the same thing,” groaned the bassoon. “Michael Angelo—” began Gertrude. “Heaven preserve usl” shrilled the fife; “she’s bringing some Irishman into discussion now! Be silent, miss. We’ll not hear another word from you. And understand distinctly, once and for all, that if that person calls here to-mor-row, which no doubt he will have the impertinence and assurance to do, you are to dismiss him instantly, or we will."

“And endeavor to begin the new year” —the bassoon took up the strain again —“in a manner befitting a descendant of the illustrious Gen. Yon Breeks yon Starch, whose unexampled bravery made him and Bergen-op-Zoom—the city of his birth—famous not only throughout Holland but the entire world, at a time when you were not dreamed of.”

Aa for Great-gran Peeky, she sat Boftly rocking to and fro in her cushioned roCker, munching her caraway biscuits—a store of which she always earned in a little sachel suspended at ber side—sleepily regarding the group of talkers, and saying not a word herself. But that was nothing strange for ber. She scarcely ever spoke save in monosyllables, and never even in them when Madame Yon Breeks von Starch and Mistress Huffey were laying down the law (a favorite occupation of theirs, by-the-by) to servants, trades-peopie or granddaughter Gertrude. And the last thing that could' have occurred to either of the amiable lawmakers would have been the idea of appealing to the old tady for an opinion on any subject whatever. It sufficed them that she paid without grumbling the greater part of the expenses of the household out of the income which was to cease at her death, and yet allowed them to manage all things pertaining to it in their own way. Gertrude—so named by Madame Von Creeks von Staroh in honor of the E>atron saint of Bergen-op-Zoom—had ost both her parents in her infancy, and, her fatheiVhaving been reduced to poverty some tune before he died by various gentlemanly vices, she had been left wholly dependent upon her three grandmothers. v Of these Great-gran Peeky was the mother of Grandmother Huffey, who, in turn, was the mother of Gertrude** mother, while Grandma Von Breeks von Starch held the same close relationship to her father. The bassoon grandmother was at the . head of the American branch of her family (she had been a Von Breeks von Search herself, and had married a cousin of the same name) —a family of great i>rowess and many bags of gold in their ather-land some century and a half ago. She was taH, stout and solid, with a round face, big black eyes, abundant Iron-gray hair, and a carriage that immediately suggested to the beholder the last syllable of her aristocratic name. The fife grandmother, five years her junior, was directly her opposite, being short, slim and limber, with a sharpcut face, extremely thin fair hair, and faded blue eyes. Great-gran Peeky, notwithstanding her 83 years, was by far the best-look-ing of the three (though she did look I must confess, when munching her caraway biscuits, somewhat like a very nice meditative old rabbit). Her snowy jvhite tresses waved prettily above her still dark eyebrows, beneath which beamed with a mild, dreamy light her soft brown eyes, and a pleasant winter bloom lingered on her wrinkled face. It was from her Gertrude had received all the picture books and sugar plums, almost always bestowed in perfect silence, that had brightened and Bweetened her childhood, Grandma Von Breeks von Starch supplying the lessons in deportment, and Grandmother Huffey (let me whisper it) the punishments, usually inflicted with a slipper or the back of a hair-brush. But. m spite of the lectures and lessons and other disagreeable things, Gertrude led a tolerably happy life with her three grandmothers until her eighteenth birthday. From that day dated such strict surveillance, so much sarcasm, so many scoldings, that even the hair-brush-and-slipper period seemed bv comparison a regrettable one. And all on account of the young man who came to fresco the parlor ceilings. A handsome young man he was, possessing the highly euphonious name of Everdell Tremlett. But neither his good looks nor his romantic name availed him aught with the two managing grandmothers, who saw in him only one of the working-day race, •with which the Huffeys and the Von Breeks von Starches had nothing in common. And therefore, with no more thought about the matter than if John the manservant had been therein his stead, they allowed their granddaughter to practice her music lessons in the back parlor—-

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the sliding door being partly open—while he was at work m the frbnt. And so it happened that Gertrude, trying to play an air from memory, and finding it continually eluded her, was about giving it up in vexation, when some one softly whistled it behind her; and, turning quickly on the revolving stool, she saw the young painter, brush in hand, standing in the doorway. “Beg pardon, but that is what you wanted, is it not?” he asked, as he ceased whistling, in a voice as deep as that of the bassoon grandmother, though much more melodious.

“Oh, yes, thank yon!” said Gertrude, with a blush; and, turning to the piano again, she played the whole air skill* fully and gracefully. “It’s a beautiful thing,” said the painter, still standing in the doorway; “but I think the song beginning in this way”—and he*prepared to whistle again, when he encountered the frozen frown of Madam Yon Breeks von Starch, as she stepped into the room from the balcony, and fled. And the next day the piano was closed and locked, and the fair performer a prisoner in her own room; and Grandmother Huffey, meeting Hr. Everdell Tremlett as he came to work, requested him in one brief sentence to “get through his work and go about his business as soon as possible ” But Love bless his merry little heart!— laughs at locks and locksmiths, and the very next time Gertrude went for her singing lesson to tfhe Conservatory (to and from the door of which she was always escorted by either Madame Von Breeks von Starch or Mistress Huffey) Bhe found there a new pupil with a magnificent bass voice, and that new pupil was the fair-haired, blueeyed young fresco-painter. Jfot one word of this meeting, nor of the meetings that followed it two or three times a week for six months thereafter, did the naughty girl breathe to either of the three grandmothers, and the two younger of the trio exulted greatly over the strict vigilance with which they guarded the future bride (according to their long-laid plans) of Diedrich von Breeks, the rich Holland merchant, due in New York with the new year. But their exultation came to an end on New Year’s eve. On that evening the Conservatory of Music gave a concert, and the very first duet was sung by Miss Gertrude Yon Breeks and Mr. Everdell Tremlett. In vain had the latter begged to be lelt out of the programme; in vain had he summoned to his aid a mysterious throat disease. His professor declared that sing he must, or lose his place in the Conservatory, and, what was still worse, prove himself an “ingra-a-te!” And so the three grandmothers, sitting in great state near the stage, were horrified—that is, two of them were (great-gran munched her caraways as placidly as ever) —by seeing and hearing their granddaughter made operatic love to, in a very real love-making way, before a most fashionable audience, by the young man who frescoed their parlors. In a moment the whole truth flashed upon their minds, and how they sat out the rest of concert, so great was their indignation, they never knew. But at last, much to to their relief, it came to an end, and the ominous silence with which they received the pretty culprit prepared her for the storm (the afterclaps of which I have recorded at • the beginning of my story) that burst upon her head as soon as they reached home. When it was over Gertrude was allowed to seek her room. Here she threw off her cloak, turned the key in .her door and took from her bosom a note, which she hastily rea’d. “My Deabest” (thus it ran) —“I suppose—in fact, I know—you will have a sceife with her Royal Highness Yon Breeks von Starch and her faithful henchwoman theDuoheese de Huffey. I am so sorry for you, dear! But don’t let them frighten you; and don’t be frightened at what I am about to propose. To-morrow will be New Year’s day! Consent, I entreat you, to begin the New Year with mu I have but a humble home to offer you, but in it waits tire blessedest of mothers and the best of grandmothers (who will make your fourth) to welcome you. I shall be waiting, when you read this note, with a carriage around the nearest corner. Our alto and tenor will be with me, ready te act as bridesmaid and groomsman. Your grandmothers would never consent to our marriage, and unless you take a decisive step they will marry you, in spite of yourself, to your Dutch fifth cousin. Come, my darling, comu Evebdell. “P. B.—ls you find it impossible to make your escape, why, then I must beard the lions in den to-morrow, and fight a (fuel with the Von Breeks von Stareh as Boon as he arrives in the county. ”

Gertrude stood an instant in thought. Then she glanced in tbe mirror. It reflected a bride-like figure. Dress of some clinging creamy white material, daisy-decked head, a cloud of lace clasped at the throat by a tiny gold cross. She smiled softly, reread her note, waited impatiently until half an hour had passed, and then unlocked der door, opened it, and listened. All was silent as the grave. Cautiously she ventured out into the entry, groped her way to tlje stairway, and began to descend the stair, pausing on every other step to make sure that no one was astir and watching her. At last she reached the street door in safety. It seemed an age to her until she had succeeded in unfastening the heavy chain across it—in reality it was just three minutes—and then she felt for the key. It was gone! Her heart sank withm her.

“Poor Everdell!” she said, and sadly prepared to retrace her steps—not daring to try the basement way, because the servants slept in that part of the house—when a faint light appeared above her head, and, looking up, she saw great-gran, carrying a lighted candle in her hand, ooming down the stairs as carefully as she had come down them herself. “She will call the others as soon as she is sure it is I,” she exclaimed, clasping her hands In an agony of fear. But great-gran came straight on, without a word, until she stood beside the frightened girl. “Here’s the key, my dear,” she said in a whisper, and with quite a girlish air. “ I’ve got a key that fits the General’s door, though she don’t know it, and I took this from under her pillow. Oh! if she’d caught me. But she sleeps like a soldier of the Revolution. And here’s a little gift for you ” —putting a small package in Gertrude’s hand. “ Law, child, how much you do look like me the night I ran away with Oliver Peeky! Your sweetheart’s a good boy; I know all about him. Good-night, and a happy New Year to you both! ” And exerting all his strength—Gertrude standing motionless in her great surprise—the old lady unlocked the door, and gently pushed the girl out into-the arms of her lover. And when the flight was discovered next morning, the anger thereat was nearly equaled by the wonder in regard to the manner of it. “ She never went by the front door, for the key was under my pillow,” thundered the bassoon. “ She couldn’t have opened one of the

parlor windows to have saved her life," squeaked the fife. “Only John and myself know the secret of the fasten** ings. And if she could have opened it* she certainly could not have fastened it behind her. Some of the servants must have helped her.” But the servants emphatically declared their entire innocence. “There’s no use asking'ma,” said Mistress Huffey, looking rather spitefully at4he old lady as she rocked in her favorite roeker and munched her favorite refreshment. “She never sees nor hears anything. Bnt, however the ungrateful minx got out, I’m glad she’s gone, and not a penny of my money does she ever see.” The great-gran's “little gift” proved to be a bonbon box filled with fresh caraway biscuits, In the midst of which lay a crisp sl,ooo' United States treasury note. But never did Everdell or his wife hear from or see her again, for very soon after their marriage she passed quietly out of life, and so will remain an enigma to them forever. And Madame Von Breeks von Starch and Mistress Huffey, having succeeded in marrying the merchant from Bergen-op-Zoom to a distant relative of the Yon Starch family—sought out and dowered for that purpose—departed with the bridal pair for that onee-renowned military town, and “the land of the free and the home of the brave” knew them no more. —Margaret Ey tinge, in Harper’s Weekly.

Looking Up Glucose.

A correspondent recently wrote to ns inquiring what kind of stuff was glucose. We didn’t know. We had heard a good deal said about glucose, and somehow we had imbibed the impression that it was some kind of a newly-dis-covered glue. However, being anxious to please our readers, and give universal satisfaction all around, we started out to investigate the subject. A Saginaw man once told ns that brewers put glucose in lager beer, so, in the interest of pure science, we bought a glass of beer, and while waiting for the sea foam to cool off a little we remarked casually: “Of course, you put plenty of good, pure glucose in your beer, don’t you?” And may we be blessed if that bar-tender didn’t come round the end of the counter as mad as a hornet and as red in the face as a boiled shrimp, with a big, brass fauoet in his hand, and tried to tap us on the nose, but we fled with a mocking laugh. A Wisconsin school-marm had hinted that she labored under the impression that the candy manufacturers used glucose in the preparation of caramels, butter-scotch and sugar monkeys, so we went in and asked a candy-butcher if he had any vanilla larrycodope breaded with glucose, and the man looked so bad for a moment that we were sorry we had. said anything about it, and then he pitched his coat into the coal box and his hat into an apple barrel, and came for us on the dead run, and we had to out and seek further in the pursuit of the desired information. We spoke to a retail grocer about buying a barrel of standard “A” coffee sugar, and told him that of course he would see that there was the right quantity of glucose in it, and we are a ghost if he didn’t try to stab us with a buttertester. Then we went home. We are obliged to give up the conudnrum. If the correspondent could only ask us an easy one, a little one for a cent, we would try and wrestle with it. But there is every appearance just now that we shall have to acknowledge ourselves stumped. Every day we hear of some town or community which wants to establish a glucose factory, but what is the use of starting a manufactory to turn out something which nobody wants, or knows anything about, and which seems to drive people into a frenzy when you speak to them about it? No, we don’t know what glucose is, and, what’s more, we don’t care a continental.— Cheek .

Good Manners.

The London Spectator contained the vehement protests of an English traveler against the want of polish in the manners of the Germans. He declared that the wisest of men and fairest of women were to be found among them, but that they all ate with their knives and sipped their sonp noisily. He had seen, he said, a whole family eating soft-boiled eggs with knives and forks, and that, say what you would, speak to whom you might, the universal answer was a stupid, staring “ Was ?” (What ?) “The English ‘ I beg your pardon?’ and the French ‘ Plaitil ?’ which indicate that you are not understood, were trying enough to a foreigner, but this blunt ‘ Was ?’ is intolerable. No wisdom, no. domestic virtues, will atone for it. It meets you everywhere, like a slap in the face. ” Thus for the Englishman. Now hear the German. Herr C., a savant, who visited London a year ago, and was ', admitted into the highest circles, waxes indignant at the coarseness of English manners.

, “It is the habit in the clubs for gentlemen to ‘ chaff’ each other; a vulgar, school-boyish trick. The Englishman is arrogant even in his hospitality. He patronizes you, if he is your equal, or is sycophantic if an inferior.” An American in Paris complains that the French eat untidily, cfyunp their food and leer at women whom they pass on the street. Each nation criticises other nations sharply to an exaggerated degree, to be itself in~tum condemned.

The lesson which our young American readers may learn from these remarks is that a man or woman is usually judged by strangers not from his real worth, knowledge, piety or wit, but by those unoonscions small habits at the table or in the drawing-room that are acquired in childhood, and which probably seem to him insignificant. The manners of well-bred people are easily acquired in youth, and will serve us as a letter of introduction to snoh people through life. But, if neglected by the boy or girl, the man or woman will find it almost impossible to gain them. — Youth's Companion.

School-Room Ventilation.

A medical commission was appointed some time ago in Germany to study and investigate certain questions relating to the construction of school buildings. In the matter of ventilation, the commission states that each pupil in a school ought to have 2,120 cnbio feet of fresh air each hour, at the least. It is stated also that light from the rear is admissible, but it is not recommended, and windows facing the pupils are prohibited. Under ordinary circumstances there is no accounting for names, but there is a clergyman in Illinois bearing the name of Toof, in whose oase it looks as if he dr some one of his ancestors had become weary of a somewhat lowly appellation, and had reversed it.

RENSSELAER, JASPER COUNTY r INDIANA, FRIDAY, APRIL 13, 1883.

GOSSIP FOR THE LADIES.

Sparking, When the fedt* are shut and the windows Closed, Then ebxnestbesparking hour; The silent kiss, the stolen hu* Are mighty in their power. Daylight tot birds, and flowers and things Thu poets write about; Give me a candle short and thin— a wind that pats It out The Homely Wemaa. "What ladies are the easiest to wait upon?” “The homely ones," replied the clerk, emphatically. Seeing a look of incredulity Upon the reporter’s face he continued: “It’s so; Tm not bracing yon a bit. The prettier they are the harder they are to please. A handsome girl has been so flattered and Cajoled and petted, from her youth up, that she has lost her head. She eaters with a flutter, and must be shown half a hundred cosmetics. Then she settles down to a steady twenty minutes’ gossip between them aIL She is changeable, fluctuating and peevish, and if you venture to make a suggestion she skips from the store as though fired from the month of a cannon. Now, on the other hand,, a homely girl has a mind of her own. She is not constantly cloyed with admiration mid petting from her admirers, and has drunk but precious little from the golden bowl of adulation. But she knows what she wants, asks you for it decisively, and leaves you with a smile that would be charming if her mouth was only a yard and a half smaller and her teeth a little less like elephant tusks. God grant us a prosperity of homely girls. Life would stall be endurable without pretty faces, but Heaven help us if we lose our homely ones.”

Beautiful Indian Women. Many half-breed Cherokee, women in the Indian Territory are cultivated in mind, beautiful in person, industrious in habit and will compare well with the more favored woman in the North and East. They have magnificent heads of hair, long and black, all their own, and with jet black eyes and pearly teeth, dressed in that fashionable attire in which they all love to appear, they would not be recognized in Eastern drawing-rooms as that part of the original inhabitants of our country known as squaws, a name long since repudiated. Let it be known, then, that white men of worth and character are popular among the beauties of the Territory, and four out of five who come to make a home among them marry these dusky maidens, get a citizenship, surround themselves with ample acres and the comforts of life, participate in the affairs of government and become the most active and wealthy citizens of the Territory. A chief trait in the character of many white men both in this country and out of it is to get possession of its productive lands. By committing matrimony, they can kill two birda-with one stone —get a wife and farm too.— Cor. Pittsburgh Chronicle.

Woman’s Work. The quiet fidelity with which a woman wjll dishwash her life away for her husband and children is a marvel of endurance. Here is the servitude of woman heaviest—no sooner is her work done than it requires to be done again. Men take jobs, work on them, fim«h them, and they are over for good and all.. The prospect of ending them and drawing pay for the labor is alluring, but no such. allurements are held out for the wife. She washes Monday after Monday the same garments nntil there is nothing more of them to wash; then they are replaced by others of new material just tike them, and the rubbing and wringing goes on forever. She mends the stockings with tireless fidelity, the same holes meeting her gaze week after week, for if there is a darned place in a sock “he” invariably puts his irrepressible toe through it. Every morning the rooms are put in order, only to be in the wildest disorder by the time night falls. There are no jobs, each one different, no terms, no pay. The same socks, the same washing, the same room every time. There is too little brightness m the lives of women in the country. They have too little help in their domestic occupations. The “nurse” in a house where there is a baby to care for ought to be set down as one of the regular expenses as much as the potatoes for the family. A mother’s health both of body and mind is worth more than additional acres of land, or finer live stock. The heart should not be allowed to grow old. Life should not have lost its charm, the heart its spirit, and the body its elasticity at 40 years. And yet how many women are faded and wan, and* shattered in mind and health, long before they are .forty. All the joy of life is not in youth's morning. If we so will it, we can, to the last moment of life, be at least negatively happy.

Women’* No*es. The nose is the most prominent feature in the face, and is a more faithful indication of the character than is generally supposed. In dress, it gives the key-note to the whole structure by its size or shape. ’“Every woman is, or ought to be, a cathedral,” says a poet of yesterday, and M. Blanc also compares dress to a kind of architecture, throughout which a primary idea should be consistently carried, and no mingling of styles allowed. When a woman possesses a Roman nose she must he extremely careful as to her style of headgear and hair-dress-ing. Neither of these must belong to the frivolous or coquettish order. Neither must be inadequately small. If the wearer of the Roman nose fall into this error, that useful organ will look larger than ever. Our aristocracy are given to large noses. The air of palaces seems to be favorable to the development of- that salient feature, and, were there to be no, mesalliances, the highbred type of nose would soon reach a very terrific size indeed. I always look on the bright side of things, and when I hear a man of gentle birth marrying a bar-maid, or a modern Copetua and beggar maid, I always bethink me of the probable modification of the lordly noses of the next generation. With a Greek nose a woman may wear almost anything. She will be sure to have the taste to divine what is suitable and becoming, and grace enough to put it on straight—an accomplishment more rare than might be thought. But, alas! Greek noses are not exactly in fashion. Our national taste has proved degenerate, and our fickle fancy has turned to the nez retrousse, which has even found its way into the poets. “Tiptilted like a flower,” says our Laureate of such a nose. If the oogitative nose appear in full development on a woman’s face, she will probably be strong-minded and utterly careless of chiffons, if not of her

own looks.' Of the Jewish nos© the same observations are- true as with regard td the Roman is, whefi the nose is large. OceasiOnally—though not very frequently—this nose is beautifully formed, and not too large for oturn odern notions of feminine loveliness. It may then be treated as I have suggested in remarking on the Greek variety. The turn-up nose may be adorable, or it may be a trial I Much depends on its Complexion; much OU the precise degree of Upward curve. This olitre should be similar to those at the corners of the lips, and, wheu it is, what a piquant harmony is the result! Oh, lucky girl with such a nose, what A queen of "hearts you may be! Add bnt the instinct of coquetry to this nose and you have a creature as. dangerous as Helen to the peace of man. It must not be a shaky, fleshy, flabby thing; a curt decision and a spice of dainty selfassertion must characterize it It Was suoh to ideal nose that inspired the following sentiments: “We confess a lurking penchant, a sort of Bneaking affection which we cannot resist, for the celestial nose in a woman. It does not command our admiration and respect like the Greek, to which we could bow down as to a goddess, but it makes sad work of our affections. The snub, too, is not so unbearable as in a man. It is a great marrer of beauty, undoubtedly; but, merely regarded as an index of weakness, it claims our kindly consideration. A woman, moreover, has generally tact sufficient to conceal (often to their entire annihilation) those unprepossessing characteristics of "the snub and the celestial, which in a weak man become every day more and more, strongly marked. A oelestial nose in a 1 woman is frequently an index of wit.”' And this, be it remembered, wab'iyritten long before the apotheosis of the tumed-j up nose. And what, style of architecture are we to construct upon ? ask thej owners of such noses. Anything co-, quettish and airy, frivolous and quoint.| Severe simplicity consorts not with thej snub. A little insolence of ornament? suite it; floating ribbons, a rampant ai-j grette; a head “sunning- over with curls;” a flounce turned back and forth; a hat twisted north and south, east and west. Suoh as these would be incongruous with the Greek, an insult to the! Roman, an injury to the Jewish, and a flat contradiction to the cogitative.! With the “tip-tilted” they make a happy harmony.

How Could He Have Known It ? ; Italians love to converse with Americans, and listen, like children, to what is told them about the United States. They are so ignorant that anything that is told them about - America is received with expressions of surprise and delight., Mr. Story, the sculptor, says he never, knew an Italian staggered by anything* he narrated, but Qnce, and then he( stated a simple "fact: I was walking with my respectable old padrone, Nisi, about his little gar-, den, one day, when an ambition to know something about America inflamed his,' breast. “Are there many mountains ?” he asked. ! “Yes.” “And have yon any cities?” “Yes, a few little ones. ” - He was evidently pleased that they were small, and, with a feeling of natural, pride, said, “Large as Rome, of course, they could not be. And rivers, too, have you any rivers ?” “A few.” “But not so large as our Tiber,” hej replied. “We have some rivers 3,000 miles long,” I answered. The effect was disastrous. The good man stood and stared at me, as if petri-, fied, for a moment. Then the bloodi rushed into his face, and, turning on hi* heel, he took off his hat, and said sudden-] ly, “Good morning,” and carried my fact and his opinions together to his private room. From that time forward ho asked me no more questions about America. A monk once informed me that Columbus was an Italian, and that he had discovered America, and that he was a remarkable man; to all of which I assented as being true, if not new. But now a severe abstract question began to tax my friend’s powers. Ha said, “But how oould he ever imagine that the continent of America was there ? That’s the question. It is extraordinary, indeed 1” At last his face lightened, and looking at me he said, “Perhaps lie may have read that it was there in some old book, and tfo went to see if it were or not.” Vainly I endeavored to show him that this view would deprive Columbus of his greatest distinction. He answered invariably, “But without having read it, how could he ever have known it?”

The Yalue of Willow Wood. Qn account of its comparative incombustibility, the eminently useful for the floors of buildings designed to be fire-proof. It grows to a large size and furnishes a great amount of lumber. There is a white willow growing at Stockbridge, Mass., which, at four feet from the ground measures twenty-two feet in circumference, and extends its branches fifty feet in every direction. Tradition says it was brought from Connecticut in 1807 by a traveler, who used it as a riding switch. The Hon. Jesse W. Fell, in - giving an account of experiments in tree planting on an extensive scale in Illinois, says: “Were I called upon to designate one tree which, more than all others, I would recommend for general planting, I would say, unhesitatingly, it should be the white willow.” Prof. Brewster says: “In England, where it is often fifty or sixty feet high in twenty years, there is no wood in greater demand than good willow. It is light, very tough, soft, takes a good finish, wiil bear more pounding and knocks than any other wood grown there, and is used for cricket bats, for floats to paddle wheels of steamers, and brake blocks on cars. It is used extensively for turning, planking, coasting vessels’ furniture, ox yokes, wooden legs, shoe lasts,” etc. Fuller says: “It groweth incredibly fast, it being a by-Word that the profit by willows will buy the owner a horse before that by other trees will pay for a saddle.” The basket willow, well cultivated, will yield a net income of $l5O a year to the acre. On the whole, therefore, it would seem that the various kinds of .Willow, the economic value of which has been hitherto entirely overlooked in this country, are eminently deserving of attention, and will amply reward those who cultivate them. —Popular Science Monthly. Dushig 1882 the murders committed in the United States averaged two a day, while the executions only averaged two a week. " ■ --Ms. v . ■'f . - -T2L : " ;>> '- '

AFTER THE NOMINATION.

The fray Abraham Lincoln Appeared to « ■Visitor in iB6O. (Reminiscence by ItM# tit /ofiefc] My last interview with thi* extradtdinary man was in Springfield in June, 1860, and bnt two or three weeks after he had been placed before the American people as a candidate for the highest honor, as I account it, in all this world. Being m that city en route to Jacksonville and compelled to lie ovef to# a few hours, I sauntered from the depot to the State HoijsO, tod the weather being hot betook myself td the shades of the library, then communicating with the office of Secretory of State, flardly had I got settled in my retreat before “Unde Jesse” spied me out as he was pacing his morning rounds —“Uncle Jesse,” I say, the genial Auditor whom some ill-mannered men sometimes called Mr. Dubois, although his true name was “Uncle Jesse. ” Arresting toe on the spot, he informed me that Mr. Lincoln (probably he Called him “Old Abe”) was then in his room and for the first time since his nomination alone, adding on his own responsibility, of course, that he would be glad to see me. I had then no alternative but to go forward and pay my respects, although I confess I was at first a little panic stricken with the sudden prospect of a royal audience. Following Uncle Jesse I entered his room, which was indeed void of visitors, save one elderly gentleman from St. B&tus, who was en route for Jacksonville, like myself ; a preacher I conjectured from ms appearanoe and dress, which contrasted amazingly with that of the other man. As I entered Mr. Lincoln instantly recognized me, came forward and took me by the hand with the old rough heartiness of maimer, a little emphasized, I thought, by the altered circumstances. But what a figure! There stood before me, on that summer’s morning, the most distinguished and interesting American of the age, and how do you suppose he was costumed for his part ? The day, I have said, was hot, and it was evident that he had flanked the meteorological conditions with a minimum of clothes; a straw hat manifestly the worse for wear in hand; no cravat, no collar and no vest, as I will depose to the best of my remembrance ; a common, cheap linen coat, short for him, of course, limp and wrinkled by perspiration; his nether garments none too long for his long legs, and his feet in slippers of no great market value. Thus royally arrayed was the man whom the great new party which had recently taken the field to contest for the control of the national administration had singled out to bear its standard in the impending battle. We soon settled down to a familiar chat, in which it was impossible for me to feel the least embarrassment or restraint. As evidently I had not come to instruct him in regard to the policy upon which he ought to conduct the Government when elected, he naturally dropped into his old rut of “little stories,” of which he told two or three not particularly Presidential in their character. The Missouri gentleman sat apart and listened with manifest, amazement, for Lincoln, you \know, was of Quaker stock, and sometimes used the plain language. The Ninfcerview was short, perhaps twenty minutes, and I thought he seemed to enjoy his little respite from the relentless pressure of crowds, processions, committees, delegations, professional and importunate office-seekers and \office-brokers, that had incessantly pursued him since his nomination. \

Artificial Flowers for Churches.

Ten dollars’ worth of artificial flowers, tastefully arranged in a different way each Sunday by some of tbe\ skillful ladies of the church, will last k whole season and do the work of sloo\worth of the real products of the hot-house. It is believed that this artificial business was first introduced in Brooklyn. It may be a comfort to genuine florists to know that one of the churches which conspicuously engaged in this sort of work came to grief at the hands of the Sheriff, and is now used as a place of worldly entertainment. A clergyman, who was supplying for the day a pulpit which was decked with “artificials,” happened to bring into his sermon an illustration on the growth of the flower from the seed. To clinch this illustration with the very best effect, he reached to a basket of flowers which stood near the pulpit and was about to pluck from it a pretty flower. “See,” said lie; “the rich colors of this dainty flower. Note its delicate fragrance. It’ grew from a little seed no larger than the head of a pin.” Just then, with thumb and finger, he laid hold of the stem of the delicate, dainty and presumably fragrant thing, with a view to removing it from the basket and holding it up to view. Great was his sudden disgust to find the stem made of wire inwrapped with green muslin. When in the next moment the horrid revelation dawned on his mind that the whole basketful was a lot of counterfeits, he looked as if green potatoworms had suddenly crawled upon hftn from out the pulpit desk. The congregation smiled, and the preacher pushed on with his sermon as best he could. —Philadelphia Press.

Cigarette Smoking.

The vice of cigarette smoking, winch is prevalent everywhere, is attracting serious attention in Eastern cities. A census of boys in the public schools who use tobacco has lately been' taken in Boston. It" shows that many lads less than a dozen years old are habitual cigarette smokers, and that among boys over 15 the vice is almost universal. In Philadelphia the habit has become so alarmingly prevalent that it has been made the subject of social agitation. A crusade against the smokers of the cigarette has been inaugurated by the young ladies of that city, and not long ago the local papers teemed with communications from the fair sex expressing a firm resolve not to kiss any young man who was known, to be a cigarette smoker. What effect this action has had upon the young man is not known, but no form of agitation has been able to banish the vice from the public schools. It is estimated that 75 per cent, of the male pupils use tobacco in this form. The teachers are trying to break up the habit by moral suasion, and a circular setting forth the abominations and hurtfulness of cigarettes is pasted inside the cover of every text-book.

Not Caught That Time.

Years ago, tvhen all classes in Scotland drank often and deeply, a parish school-master was charged with habitual drunkenness. The presbytery met to try him, and one of the school-boys was called to prove the allegation. The first question asked was: “When, you attended the school did you nofeB&l that

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the master had a habit of going into a closet -which opened out of the schoolroom?’’ “Yea, I did," answered the boy. “Did he frequently enter into this closet ?’* “Yes, sir. J “Have you ever been in this Closet?” “Yee, «r.” "Do jou remember what it contained?” “Yes, air.” “Now tell us what you saw in it.” “There was a good many bottles, and they were all arranged on shelves.” "Verp good. And when the master entered had you the curiosity to look at What he was'doing?" “Yes} 1 and the other boys used to look in after the master, and seo him there.” “Yoti did? “Well, now tell us what vou saw the master do on these oocagions ?” “He was handling bottles.” “Handling bottles! Very good. And Can you tell us what the bottles contained?” “Yes, sir.” “Well, now, just tell these gentlemen what the bottles contained.” “Yes, sir. It was ink, sir; they were ink-bottles 1”

Brave Lying.

“That thunder-shower was one of the worst things of its kind I ever took a hand in.” “Would you replenish your glass and tell us the* details?" asked the heavy man, politely. “It was in the winter of ’40,” said the stranger, stirring his glass reflectively. “I’d heerd there was a good deal o’ walnut timber in them sections, and I was keen to get it. So me and my son took a steamer and went up on the Northern coast, where no white man had ever been before. As soon as we landed we knowed we had struck it rich. Gentlemen, there was millions of acres, all cut and ready for the market.” “Might I inquire who out it ?’’ interrogated the heavy man, solemnly. “You say no white man had ever been there. ” “The polar bears had gnawed it off searching for honey 1” replied the stranger, calmly. “Go on with your thunder-shower.” “Well, as I was telling you, we started right in, and in three weeks we were richer than any eight men in the States. There was no end to the luck. Everything went our way from the start. We had all the logs down on the dock and were only waiting for the boat to come and take us off, when I seen clouds making to north’ard and I knpwed it was going to settle in for thick weather. I told my sou to look out, and in less than half an hour there broke the doggondest storm I ever seed. Rain! Why, gentlemen, it rained so hard into the muzzle of my gun that it busted the denied thing at the breech 1 Yes, sir. And the water began to rise on us, too. Talk about your floods down South! Why, gentlemen, the water rose so rapidly in our house that it flowed up the chimney and streamed 300 feet up in the air! We got it both ways that trip, up and down!” “Do we understand that you are relating facts within the scope of your experience?” demanded the heavy man, with his mouth wide open. “Partially mine and partially my son’s,” answered the unabashed stranger. - “He watched it go up, and I watched it come down! But you can get some idea of how it gained when I tell you that put out a barrel without any heads in it, and it rained into the bunghole of that barrel faster than it could run out at both ends!” “Which of you saw that?” inquired a istener. “We each watched an end, my sc/R and me,” returned the stranger. “I’m telling you about a storm now, gentlemen. But the worst of all was the lightning. It wasn’t in streaks; it just stood still in one flash, and when it got through you should have taken a look at that timber! That timber was chopped into the finest sawdust you ever got your eye on! Fine as snuff! Wasn’t a sflick left half an inch long! You never saw anything like it! There was over $12,000,000,000 gone! We thought we might save the sawdust to mix paints with, and save a couple of million out of the wreck, but while we was thinking that over the wind sprang up, and then there was music! I’ve seen some wind in my time, but no such wind as that ever blowed before or anywhere else! Well, you can get an imperfect notion of how that wind blew when I tell you that it blowed that sawdust fright back into its former .shape, and when that storm passed off there stood them trees just where they stood before the bees got after them!”

The Bear and the Ram.

Little Johnny tells the following story about a bear and a belligerent old rain: “One day the bear he went among a flock of sheep and picked out a nice little lamb, and cot it, and the lamb it said ba-ba-ba, cause it knew it was going for to be et every little tiny bit up. But the bear took it up in his foije poz, like it was a baby, and set it up full length and rockt it and sed: ‘There, there, never mind my precious darlin’, where does it hurt ye? But the lamb kept hollerin louder and louder, cos while the bear was a smilin’ and singin’ a hush-a-boy be was a skaweezin’ titer and titer all the time. Bimo by the old ramb he seen wot was up and he dropt his hed, the old* ram did, and come like he was shot out of a gun and let him have it in the stumack of liis belly, and dubbled him up like he was a razor, and sent him a rollin over and over without his precious darlin’. And when the bear had pulled liisself together again and shrike the dust out of his hair, he scd: ‘I have obserfed that lambs tails was quickem lightnin’, but I didn’t kanow they wos powerfuller, too.’ Just then he see how it was, for there stood the old ramb a hoidin’ down his hed ready for to let him have it agin, and sliakin’ it like he sed: ‘That little shaver wudenir make .more than a moufle for a feller like you." I giess von better serve up the old man.’ ut the bear ho wocked off, sayin: ‘I don’t hanker after a dirjner which goes aginst my stuminack like that.’ ” It Hnrts Just as Badly, Though. It was not many years ago that the best American dictionary defined the familiar word “Boil” as a circumscribed subcutaneous inflammation characterized by a pointed pustular tumor and suppurating in a central core; a perunoutus. What was simple and familiar was made ludicrously complex. In the “Imperial* the same word is disposed of satisfactorily as “an inflamed and painful suppurating tumor.” —New York Tribime. We are never ruined by what we want, but by what we think we want.

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INDIANA STATE NEWS.

A Gheensbubo cow recently gave birth to a calf with two heads, four eyes, six legs and two tails. Thk large and handsome residence of Mir. A J. Montgomery, in Lnwrenoe county, was burned, involving * loss o{ f-. 50 0Mrs. M. Aydklotts, a well-known Terre Haute elocutionist, has been adjudged of unsound mind and removed to the Insane Asylum. Prank Connor, of Shelby oounty, has brought salt against the J., M. A I. Railroad Company for $5,000 damages sustained by a collision with hie buggy some time ago. Louis Laurent, a young man, was found murdered in a hut at Areola. The purppse of the crime was robbery, as a pocket-book, containing bis month’s wages, was found empty. J. B. McKinney, of Green township, Randolph county, has kept nearly TCO head of cattle and 4CO head of hogs, with the help of one hand during the winter, feeding eighty bushels of corn per day. One of the State House Commissioners says it is now quite evident that work on the building must cease, and there seems now to be no way of securing its continuance until the meeting of the next Legislature. Samuel Spahu and his wife, Jane Fpahr, aged 80 and 73 years respectively, of Connersville, who have managed to live through sixty years of married life, are now seeking divorce because of a quarrel over their joint accumulations of property. The clothing of a young colored child of 4 years, the daughter of Stuart Washington a night laborer at the oar-works, Lafayette' accidentally caught fire, and was burned so severely that the child’s flesh fell off the bones, and from the effects of which it died. Remus R. Harrington shot and instantly killed Lyman Gilliland, his son-in-law, at Newburgh, Warriclf county. Gilliland had recently deserted his wife and destroyed her furniture. He and Harrington met, quarreled over that matter, and the killing followed. A few days since, a child of James Henry, residing south of Wabash, ran a sharp stick Into its eye, inflicting a painful wound. The parents called a physician, but the baby was not considered in a dangerous condition. The child became worse, and died from the effects of the wound. In Butler township, Miami county, Solomon Fegley met his death under horrible circumstances. He lived alone in a log house. The -hou c e took flrynnd, in endeavoring to save some moneyYfom a trunk in the loft of the house, the old man was burned to death in the presence of his neighbors. President E. E. White, of Purdue University. on his retirement the Ist of July, will devote birose'f to certain literary workß that have been nndor preparation for a number of years. He will first, however, finish the revision of his series of arithmetics, to which he has devoted much time for over a year. A well-known horticulturist in the vicinity of Greenoastle gives the following as the result of his observation and inquiries concerning the fruit outlook: Peaches killed and cherries partly so. Grapes uninjured. Berries of all kinds look well. Apples, pears and other fruits cannot be forecast till budding time.

A tjiaoedt was imminent for a brief period in the conrt-room at Lafayette, during the progress of the libel suit of Gougar against Handler. Lawyer Wallace objected to a question put to a witness, and threatened to shoot the witness if he answered It in the affirmative. A souffle ensued, but officers interfered before blood was shed. A totjno man named of Big Bone, Ky., while visiting at Rising Sun, was out on a lark the other night, and was shot at by some person unknown, and. hut for a plug of double-thick tobacco and a memorandum book in his breast pocket, the shot might have proved fatal. As it was, the ball went through the tobacco and lodged in his pocket It is said that Gen. Cruft, of Terre Haute,died intestate, as thus far a searching investigation has failed to reveal the whereabouts of any will. If none can be found the estate, estimated at from >200,000 to >250,COO, will he equally divided between his brothers, Edward and J. W., his sister, Mrs C. F. Putnam, and the son of a deceased sister, Mrs. Fannie Seebnry. The Hon. Walter March, one of the oldest and most respected citizens of Mancie, is dead. Abonfc one year ago March received a paralytic stoke from which he never fully recovered, and from the effects of which he died. In 1852 he was elected Judge of the Court of Common Pleas on the Demcoratio ticket In 1850 he was e’ected State Senator, where he served for eight years, and throughout that period in the history of the Indiana Senate embraced between the years 1860 and 1864. He was born in Mlllbury, Mass His age was 67. Jeremiah Wampleb died last week at his residence at Bainbr'.dge, at the age of 102 years 0 months and 25 days. He was born at Wytheville, Wythe county, Va., in 1780, and was married to Miss Rebeoca Hail, of WythevUle, Va., Sept 4,1821, after which he emigrated to Bedford, where bis wife died, leaving him to care for seven children. He subsequently removed from Bedford to Goaport, Owen oonnty, where, In a short time, he nfarried Miss Elizabeth Morebead, From Gosport he came to Balnbridge. Putnam county, where he remained working at his trade until a few days of his death. He won a veteran of the war of 1812 In Capt Lewis Hall’s company of Virginia militia. Notwithstanding his age, le could read and write without the use of glasses.

Simon Williams, Deputy Sheriff of Warrick county, shot and instantly killed Jackson Wallace, in Walker Trisler's saloon, at Boonville, and at the same time mortally wounded Thomas Wallace, his 17-year-old son The fatal difficulty grew ont of an old grudge between Thomas Wallace and Willliams, but which had been partly settled. While Williams was in the saloon, the two Wallaces, accompanied by several friends, came in, and the elder Walla?© made friendly advances to Williams, and the party, with the exception of young Wallace, drank together; Tom Wallace, though, seemed to object to his father’s intimacy with Williams, and, it is said, applied the term thief to Williams. Otto Nestor, a friend of Williams, seeing that trouble was brewing, seized him to push him back. At this Williams said: “Let go, or they’ll kill me." He then drew his pistol and opened fire. The first hall struck Tom Wallao? in the groin, passing through the lower part of his body; young Walla e turned, as soon as hit, and ran out of the saloon. His father then advanced on Williams, the latter continuing to lire, hitting Jackson Wallace twice, one ball piercing his heart Wallace fell into Williams' arms, and, being laid on the floor, died almost instantly. Wallace had been keeping a saloon, but had reoently disposed of it Williams is a brother of ex-Sheriff Williams, of Warrick county, and a brother-in-law of the present Sheriff. He is married and has three children. He is about 25 years of age, and is of a reckless disposition—even desperate when drink inn.