Democratic Sentinel, Volume 7, Number 39, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 October 1883 — Page 3

THE BAD BOY.

“Say, you think of about everything mean that is going, don’t you?” said the grocery man to the bad boy, as he came in to show that his black eye had been cured. “The minister explained to me yesterday how you caused him and your father to lay and soak in the water for about three hours, one hot day last summer, in the lake, and they both blistered their backs. The minister says the skin has not stopped peeling off his shoulders yet. What paused you to play such a mean trick on them ?” “Oh, it was their own fault,” said the boy, as he looked with disdain on a watermelon that was out of season, and had no charm in October. “You see, the night the sociable was at our house, the minister and some of the deacons were up in my room, which they used that night for a smoking-room, and while they were smoking they were telling stories about what fun they had when they were boys, and I remember one story the minister told about finding some girls in swimming once, and stealing their clothes, and making them wait till night, and then a girl had to fix herself up with newspapers and go home and send a wagon after the rest of the girls. The minister thought it was awful cunning, so when the church had the picnic last summer on the bank of the lake I remembered about it. Beats all, don’t it, how a boy will remember anything like that ? Well, after dinner I saw pa whisper to the minister, and they took a couple of towels and a piece of soap and started off up the lake about half a mile, and I knew they were going in swimming. Well, it didn’t take me very long to catch on. I got an overdress that one of the girls had been wearing to wash dishes, and a shawl, and stole a hat belonging to the soprano of the choir, and a red parasol that a girl left under a tree, and I went down in the woods and put on the clothes, over my pants and things, and when pa and the minister had got in the water and were swimming around, I put up the parasol and tripped along the shore like a girl picking iiowers, and when I came to the stump where they had put their clothes I didn’t look toward the water, but acted tired, and sat down on the stump and began to fan myself. You’d a dide to see pa look. He crawled up on the beach, in the shallow water, and said, ‘Elder, do you see that?’ The elder looked, with hisself all under water except his head, and said, ‘ Merciful goodness! Squire, we are in for it. That interesting female is going to sit there and read a novel through before she goes away.’ I peeked through the fan and could hear all they said, while I pretended to re td a novel. They swam around, and made a noise, but I was deaf, and I thought it wasn’t any worse for me to sit on the stump than it was for the minister, when he was a good little boy, to steal the clothes of the girls. I stayed until I got tired, and didn’t hear them when they hollered to me to go away, and after awhile they got watersoaked, and had to do something, so the minister broke off a piece of a tree and dressed himself in it, and came toward me, and said: ‘Madam, excuse me for troubling you, but if you will go away while I get my clothes, I will take it as a favor.’ I pretended to be insulted, and got up and walked off very indignant, and went back to the picnic and returned the clothes, and pretty soon they came up, looking as red as if they had been drinking, and the picnic was ready to go home. Somebody told pa it was me, but I don’t know who it was who gave it away. Anyway, he chased me clear out out of the woods with a piece of sapling. That was the time I told you I was too tired to ride, and walked home from the picnic. Pa has forgiven me, but I don’t believe the minister ever will. - Don’t you think some of these pious folks are awful unforgivin’?” “Oh, people are not all so good as you and I are!” said the grocery man, as he watched the boy making a sneak on a bunch of grapes. “But did you go to the circus?” “Circus! Well, I should assimilate. And it is a wonder I am not there yet. But whatever you do, don’t ask pa if he was at the circus, ’cause he will kill you. You see pa and I drove up to the race-track, where the circus was, in the evening, and after the circus was out we waited to see the men take the tents down, and after they had gone •we started to drive home. It was darker than a squaw’s pocket, and I drove out on the race-track, and the old horse used to be a racer and he picked up his ears. Pa tooit the lines and said he would drive, ’cause we were out pretty late, and ma would be nervous. I told pa I- didn’t believe he was on the right road, but he said he guessed nobody could fool him about the road to town, and bless me if he didn’t drive around that track about eight times! Every time we passed the grand stand, which pa couldn’t see, on account of his eyes, I laughed; but I thought if he knew the road so confounded well I could ride as long as he could. After we had rode around the track about eight miles and I was getting sleepy, I mildly suggested that maybe we had better stop at a house and inquire the way to town, and pa got mad and asked me if I took him for a fool. Then he drove around a couple of times more, aud the man that keeps the track he came out with a lantern and said ‘hello!’ Pia stopped and asked him what he wanted, and he said, ‘Oh, nothin’,’ and pa drove on and told him to mind his business. We went around the track again, and when we got to the same place the man was there, and I guess pa thought it was time to inquire the way, so he pulled up and asked the man what he was doing there, and the man said he was minding his own business. Pa asked him if we were on the right road to town, and the man said if yre wasn’t in any hurry he would like to have us drive on the track all night, as it was a little heavy, and he wanted to get it in condition to speed the .colts the next day, but if we had to go we could drive out the gate and take the 'first left-hand road. Well, pa was mad, and he wanted to know why I didn’t tell him we were on the but I told him he seemed to know it all, and it was dangerous to advise a man who knew it all. He didn’t speak all the

way to town, but when we put out the horse he said: ‘Hennery, if this thing gets out your pa will have the reputation of being drunk. If you tell of it you are no friend of mine.’ So I shall not say anything about it, 'cause it ia a mean boy that will go back on his pa. ” And the boy went out whistling “She’s a Daisy.”— Peck's Sun *

Triumph of Surgery.

Modern surgery is able to provide a man with a new nose, new lips, new eyelids, and an artificial throat. It can do more; it can, by the process known as skin-grafting, provide him with a new skin. The following description of the process is reported by an English surgeon: “The patient, a pretty little girl of 8, was admitted into St. hospital. Two years previously, her dress had caught fire, burning both legs from the hips to the knees severely. “After a year’s treatment the left thigh had healed up; but the right one had never got better, and presented a terrible ulcer, extending all down the outer side. “For four months she lay there without any signs of improvement. On the sth of May, the child was brought into the operating theater, and placed under the influence of chloroform. “Two small pieces of skin were snipped from the back with a pair of sharppointed scissors, and imbedded —planted, in sact —in the granulations or ‘proud-flesh’ of the wound—two tiny atoms, scarcely bigger than a pin’s head, and consisting of a little more than the cuticle or outer skin which we raise in blisters by rowing or exposure to a hot sun. • “Five days later, no change was visible ; and by-and-by the operation was considered to have failed, since the pieces of skin had disappeared, instead' of growing as had been expected. “But twelve days after the operation, two little white cicatrices appeared where the seed had been sown; and in my notes I find that a week later these were big enough to be dignified as ‘islands of nPw issue.’ “The most wonderful part of it was that, not only did these islands grow and increase rapidly in circumference, but the fact of their presence seemed to stimulate the ulcer itself, which took on a healing action around its margin. “Several more grafts were implanted subsequently, including morsels from M. Pollock’s arm, from my own, and from the shoulders of a negro; the last producing a white scar-tissue like the rest. In two months the wound was healed, and the little patient was discharged cured. ” No science has made more rapid progress during the last century than surgery. The skillful surgeon is becoming one of the best friends of mankind.

The Chair of State in Westminster Abbey.

Many things were strange to me in this Pantheon of Britain, where each loyal Englishman covets a place, but the strangest sight was the Queen’s chair, used only on coronation days in that ceremonial of utmost pomp and splendor. I had supposed the chair of state, which took part in the most spfendid pageant of the proudest city on the face of the earty, was of ivory and precious stones, cloth of gold, jeweled and dazzling to the sight. But no, as the the ancestors of the Empress of India, so sits she. This old arm chair is of carved oak, almost black, very dirty and dilapidated. Part of the carven back is broken off, the remainder scrbbled over; the velvet covering, if velvet it was, is worn down to the ragged foundation. The arms thereof are covered with dirt, as if greasy fingers had been wiped on them. Perhaps they are regal finger-prints, and the divinity which doth hedge a king forbids them with the work of plebeian hands. On its own merits it would hardly bring $lO in a furniture shop, unless some crazy .hunter of antique bric-a-brac should take an insane liking to the four badly-carved lions which support the heavy seat. The historic chair holds associations more precious than gold, than much fine gold; phantoms from out the stillness of the past flit before us as we stand beside the time-worn, dusty relic. Long lines of Kings “come like shadows, so (Jepart;” for in this chair every English sovereign from Edward I.—second founder of the Abbey, who lies in its center (1065) —to the time of Victoria (1837) has been inaugurated and enthroned. Edward I. originally intended the seat of the chair should be of bronze; but afterward had it adapted to the Stone of Scone, on which the Scottish Kings were crowned, which is imbedded in the Plantagenet oak. It was his latest care for the Abbey, and brings to the place a mythic charm with its many legends and varied traditions. They veil the nakedness and shabbiness of the antique seat with such grace that we begin to comprehend why it is allowed to remain unaltered in the alterations of many centuries.—lndependent.

A Rising Country.

The Puget Sound region of Washington Territory—and that.means an area larger than the State Massachusetts—is destined to do and see great things in the near future. It has a wealth of the finest lumber which finds a market even in the Orient, great agricultural resources, coal and iron, excellent harbors, ready connection with Portland and the East, and a broad and deep outlet, in the Fuca straits, to the Pacific ocean. And then it has a mild climate and a “live” class of people, a fair sample of whom are those who are building up, as if by magic, the cities of Seattle and Tacoma, on the banks of the sound. Seattle is already a solid town, with all the modern improvements, and has a bustling, ambitious, public-spirited population of nearly 10,000. Either Seattle gr Taooma—they are thirty-five miles apart —will be the great Puget sound metropolis of the future, and Oregon’s now substantial and lively city of Portland will have to look out for a powerful competitor in trade, manufacture and general prosperity.— Ex-Gov. Shuman, in Chicago Journal. The latest improvement in bulls is educating them to work a tread-mill.

BENTON COUNTY’S HORROR.

The Butchery of Ada Atkinson—Confession of the Murderer —A Thrillingiy Dramatic Scene in Court —Unsuccessful Attempts to Lynch the Brute. On Thursday, the 11th day of October last,. <a most cruel and unnatural murder was perpetrated near Oxford, Benton county, Ada Atkinson, the young: daughter of Farmer Atkinson, being the victim. She had been left alone at the house that day, the other members of the family having absented themselves on various errands. The only human beings who are known to have been near the house were some hired farm laborers, three or four in number, and their work called them no nearer to the fatal spot than a quarter of a mile. In the evening about dusk an , elder sister of Ada returned home, and was horrified to find the poor girl lying upon the flgor of her room dead, her throat cut from ear to ear, and the inanimate body hacked and slashed and mutilated in a most cruel and innuman manner. The news spread like wildfire, and the whole neighborhood for miles around was thoroughly aroußed. The horror and Indignation excited by the fiendish and bloody deed was such as is rarely witnessed in any community. The populace would gather in knots and talk in undertones. W r hen neighbor would meet neighbor they would converse for a few moments in the usual tones, but immediately they would begin to speak in whispers, and bystanders would know the butchery of Ada Atkinson was the topic under discussion. Detectives were at once summoned to the scene of the awful crime. The murderer left no clew by which his bloody hand could be traced up. He had covered up his.tracks well. Upon the farm was employed a man named Jacob Nelling, well advanced in years, who enjoyed a bad reputation. Suspicion naturally pointed to him. After two or three days’ fruitless work of the detectives, the suspicion of the neighbors grew into a positive conviction that Nelling was the author of the foul deed. The wretch became aware of this, and, to save his own neck, denounced a fellow-workman named Jacob Ladd —an honest, manly young fellow—as the murderer of Ada Atkinson. Very few believed in Ladd’s guilt, this turn in the affair serving rather to strengthen the belief that Nelling was the true murderer. Both'were placed under arrest, however. On Tuesday, Oct. 15, a public investigation of Nelling and his charge against Ladd was begun in the court-house at Fowler, the county seat of Benton county, in the presence of several hundred citizens and the officials afld legal lights of the county. Several lawyers of State fame were also present, including Judge Coffroth and Col. Dehart, of Lafayette. The examination of Nelling was intrusted to Judge Coffroth, and he did his work well. The shrewd lawyer, by his sharp cross-questionings, led the fiend into contradictions and admissions that left no doubt of his guilt in the minds of those present. Notwithstanding his self-accusing words, however, Nelling stuck to his main charge, that Ladd was the man who killed Ada Atkinson; that he saw him go into the house late on the afternoon of the murder, carrying with him an ax, and that ho made a remark before entering the house which led him (Nelling) to believe that “ something awful was going to happen.” After Judge Coffroth had finished questioning the witness, one of the most thrilling and dramatic scenes ever witnessed in a temple of justice was presented. Young Ladd was placed upon tho stand, nnd in a plain, straightforward manner, told his story, which directly contradicted that of Nelling. When he had concluded, Judge Coffroth, addressing Nelling, said, in his clear, ringing voice: “Nelling, is that the man who came to you in Atkinson’s yard on the afternoon of the murder and went into the house? ” Nelling pretended to look scrutinizingly at Ladd, who openly faced him, and then said in that same monotone: “That looks like him.” “Stand up, Ladd,” said Judge Coffroth. Ladd arose. “Nelling, stand up, and face him,” said the Judge. The two men stood looking at each other, not three feet apart—Ladd with the natural complacence of innocence; Nelling, with the dogged and now palpably forced glare that a brassy criminal uses because he must perforce look into the eyeAf innocence. “Jacob Nelling, do yon solemnly swear that man before you, Jacob Ladd, is the man who came to you in Mr. Atkinson’s yard and who went into the house on the afternoon of the murder?” asked Judge Coffroth impressively. “I do,” said Nelling, in his strained tone, and then added: “Yes, sir, that’s the man. I know him. That’s the man that done the murder. If I was going to be killed this minute I’d say he is the man, he is the man that went in the house;” and so he went on protesting too much. When Nelling was done, hoarse whispers about “ the villain ” were heard throughout the room, that had been almost painfully still up to this time. “May I ask him some questions?” asked young Ladd. Judge Coffroth 'said he might, as many as he pleased. Turning to Nelling the big round eyes of young Ladd dwelt a moment oh the cowering glare of the diabolical villain, who was trying to swear his life away. At just this moment the young man seemed positively grand. He rose above the surroundings; his mind turned its full force upon the subject in hand. He was not a boy then, hut a guiltless man, standing before nis cowardly, dogged eondemner —a splendid picture of innocence, which neither pallor nor blush could mar. Then came, in a voice full of the assurance of innocence, the words: “Mr. Nelling, before God do you swear that I came to Mr. Atkinson’s yard on that day?” > “I do,” said Nelling, glaring in the big brown eyes, his jaws set, his whole body apparently rigid, strung up to about its highest pitch, that he might carry himself through this terrible battle, face to face with confident innocence. “Then how was I dressed?”|asked the young man. Nelling hesitated, and said that he didn’t know; that he never took any notice how people were dressed. “What did I have on my feet?” asked Ladd. Nelling, in his testimony, had swprn that Ladd wore a pair of fine boots, with small heels, probably intended to match some tracks that had long ago been found leading from the house. Now he hesitated somewhat and said: “You had on what I would call pretty good boots. Yoy might not think they were good but they would be pretty fine for me to wear.” “What kind of pants did I wear?” “I don’t remember. My memory ain’t very good,” answered Nelling. “Did I wear my pants inside or outside my boots?” asked Ladd. “I couldn’t say. My memory Is bad.” “Well,” said Ladd, “you are old enough to have memory sufficiently for that question.” “Maybe I’m too old,” replied Nelling. “What kind es a coat or hat did I have on?” “I don’t know: I didn’t notice.” “Well, sir,” said the young man, “did 1 have on any coat?” “ I don’t remember, I tell you. I only remember it was you.” This was enough. Ladd was satisfied, and %o was the assembly. After this thrilling episode no one had any further doubt of Nelling’s guilt and Ladd's innocence. Nelling was fully apprised of this feeling, and during the night he weakened and made a full confession of his awful crime; When the court convened the following morning Col. Dehart read the confession, which was in the following words: L, Jacob Nelling, being duly sworn, acknowledge that I killed Ada Atkinson with my pocketknife, shown to-day in open court in the Benton county court-house. I killed her under the following circumstances. Before I started to do it something came oter me that enticed me to do so. I started from the fence on the east side of the orchard to the house. I entered the south door of the house. I went up-stairs and found Ada up there. I said to her, "Ada, lam going to kill you." She told me not to do it, that she did not want to die that way. I told her I should do it, but don’t recollect what she said. Then I took hold of her and threw her down on the floor. Then I ent her throat. Then I became frerteied and made the other cuts. It seems my mind left me, and I did not care what I was doing. I cannot explain the raising of her clothes or the

rest of the cutting, but I suppose! I did it all. 1 bad no motive that I remember of for hilling her in this manner, and I did not attempt to ravish her, and had no desire to do so. As I left the house I went to the milk-honse and washed my hands and the knife in the basin, which I had lying on the end of the miik-tank near the door. I threw the water in the yard, and likely it soaked into the grass. I did not get my clothes bloody, because the blood did not iall. It seems to me that I h»d hold of the handkerchief which was around her ne'k, and I might have twist it when I cut her throat. Alter washing the blood off my hands and knife I went bac: through the orchard to my work. I do solemnly swear that Jacob Ladd is innocent of the murder. and that he did not visit me that day, and that the previous statements I have made about him are lalse in every particular. Jacob M. Nelling. * P. 8.: I will state that I have not been forced to make this confession, and that I make it volun arily without any expectat ons of immunity from justice. J. M. Nelling. A warrant was brought forth. Justice Hawley opened court and held Nelling for murder. The Sheriff rose to lead Nelling away to jail, when the crowd began to surge toward him with threatening aspect. Cephas Atkinson, father of the girl, who had weepingly heard the cold-blooded manner in which the brute had told of the horrible murder, sprang to his feet and cried, “ Take him out,” meaning for the crowd to hang Nelling, but his voice was weak and few heard the command, else no power could have saved Nelling an . hour. Friends gathered about Atkinson and turned his attention to other things, while Judge Coffroth arose and in a calm, easy manner dispelled the terrible excitement, bidding the lawful citizens of Benton county to continue to merit the good reputation they had established for patience and order, and promising them if Nelling were permitted to come to a legal trial no power should save him from the gallows. The speech gave the Sheriff time toremove the prisoner to the jail, a substantial Btonc building apart from the county house, and lock him securely within six iron doors before the crowd started from the room. * At once the crowd went to the jail,but were met at the door by the Sheriff, who counseled letting the law take its course, and the excitement was suppressed for the time. About i) o’clock at night 300 or 400 men marched with hoots and yells to the jail wherein Nelling was confined. Justice Hawley mounted the steps and told the men they could not have Nelling, and must disperse. Finally somebody who wanted to see what the crowd was there for anyway, shouted for all who were there simply us spectators to come across the street. In a minute the crowd surged across the way, leaving three of the noble 300 as the mol). All this was undoubtedly traceable to the fact that the men were without a leader. Instead of dispersing, as was expected, they remained around the jail. Several of them soon went to a vacant lot, and, with timber which seems to have been provided, they erected a rude scaffold. A rope was soon forthcoming. Then the men went back to the jail, and stood there seemingly lost for lack of a leader. Nothing was done for some time. About 11 o’clock a fresh mob gathered, to the number of (100, and demanded Nelling. All were wild with excitement. The Sheriff and his eight assistants refused to deliver up their prisoner. Finally a rush was inado by tho lynchers and a struggle ensued, during which several of the lynchers were thrown down and trampled under foot. The Sheriff and ex-Sheriff pleaded urgently with the crowd to disperse, and the best citizens of the town went in among them begging them for God’s sake to desist. The mob was under no regular leadership, or they would have accomplished their object at once. The following day a detachment of militia was dispatched, oy order of Gov. Porter, to the scene of the threatened lynching, which had the effect of restoring quiet. Taking advantage of this lull in the excitement, the Benton county officials quietly spirited Nelling away to Lafayette, and placed him in the Tippecanoe county jail. ' State Items. An “opium joint” is exciting the good people of Indianapolis. Clark Alvis, a switchman at Terre Haute was run over by the cars and lost both legs. The firm of Warwick & Florer, dry goods, have assigned. Liabilities $30,000, assets $45,000, While playing base-ball at Edwardsburg, Joel Sampson was struck on the temple by the ball and killed. It is said that a new bank will soon be organized at Lawrenceburg to carry on the business of the defunct City National. Sarah Whitman, wife of Samuel Whitman, of Pennville, Jay county, hanged herself recently in her kitchen. The cause is unknown. Phillip Tallow, an Allen county farmer, was killed, recently, while felling -trees. His skull was crushed in by a blow from the limb of a tree. Del Skinner, son of S. B. Skinner, a wellknown farmer of Washington township, Delaware county, hgd his brains kicked out while currying his horse. The Game law will go out in this State on the 15th inst. Quails are very plentiful in Southern Indiana this year, and there is no end to young squirrels. Miss Rose Amick, of Oregan township, is the midget of Clark county. Miss Rose is 20 years old, three feet high, weighs sixty-five pounds, and is very pretty. ■ While Samuel Haynes, near Montgomery, was attending to his stock, he was attacked by a vicious hog, which threw him down and lacerated his side and arm in a terrible manner. Mu. Wert, a Lagrange county man, while on his way to church and conversing with his comrades on religious matters, suddenly fell back into the arms of those behind him, gave a gasp and died. The mutilated remains of Robinson Brown, a wealthy farmer of Clay county, were found on the track of the Indianapolis and St. Louis railroad at or near Coal Bluff. It was at first supposed that he had met his death by being run over by the east-bound passenger train, but the evidence taken by the Coroner and the circumstances surrounding his death point to a deliberate murder. Mr. Brown was killed for the money on his person by some of the inmates of a low dive in Coal Bluff, and the body placed upon the track to avoid detection. The Mormon missionaries in' Fountain county have not labored in vain. A man and his wife named Shelby, left Attica recently for Salt Lake City to join the Latter-Day Saints. This is the second couple that have left Attica for Mormondom. The elders in preaching exhort eloquently for pure and undeflled religion, which captivates the women. The men are caught privately on very different grounds. The missionaries are shrewd men, talkingorthodox religion in public, but when pressed for an unequivocal answer confess an unfaltering belief in poly* gamy. Indianapolis has 9,000 feet of hose, eight steam engines, and other fire department property enough to make an aggregate value of $274,512. The expense of the department last year was about $75,000, and the total fire loss in Indianapolis was but $52,160 on 212 alarms, or an average loss of $246 to an alarm. In St. Louis last year the alarms were just about fifteen times as costly as that* But then, it would take about fifteen such men as the Indianapolis Fire Chief to make one such “a jolly good fellow” as our solid odl Clay Sexton. “Dog-gone” the fires, so long as we keep ahead on the “good fellow” business. —Western Insurance RciHeic.

WAR SCENES RECALLED.

Reanion of the Army of the Tennessee at Cleveland. The Old Comnaander-in-Chief in His Glory. [Cleveland Telegram.] The Society of the Army of the Tennessee has been holding its sixteenth annual reunion here. There was a large attendance. The business meeting was held at the Ontario tabernacle, and was called to order by Gen. Sherman, who expressed the deepest gratitude to the society for postponing the reunion from Oct. 4 to the present date on his account. Letters of regret were- read from Gens. Hancock, Crook, Prior, Harrison and others. A committee reported that satisfactory arrangements had not yet been completed for holding the next meeting at the Yellowstone p&nk, and the matter was recommitted. A motion to wear uniforms at the reunions and badges at all times was defeated by a docisive vote. In reading an invitation to meet at Cincinnati next week with the Army of the Cumberland, Gen. Sherman referred to the two societies as the Siamese twins. In the afternoon the members went to Lake View cemetery, where they visited Garfield’s tomb. Gen. Grant is expected to arrive to-morrow. In the evening a great crowd assembled at Euclid Avenue opera-house, which was elaborately decorated with flags and shields showing the many battles in which the army took part. At the front of the stage was a portrait of Gen. McPhersou, wreathed with laurel and immortelles, and draped with a flag.* At 8:30 the reveille was sounded behind the scenes, after which the curtain was raised, disclosing seated on the stage Gens. Sherman, Fallows, Leggett, Logan, Poe, Fairchild, Belknap, Hickenlooper, Noyes, Strong, Force and Fuller, and Govs. Foster, Fairchild and others. Miss Dora Henninges sang the “Star-Spangled Banner,” the Arlon quartette joining in the chorus. They also sang “Tenting To-Night on the Old Camp Ground.” Gen Sherman then announced the order of exercises, and presented the Bov. Capt. John Mitchell, who offered prayer. Gov. Foster welcomed the society to the State, saying that both victors and vanquished in the late war now follow the same flag, and are both ready at the drop of the hat to fight together for that flag against the whole world if need be. Mayor Farley next formally welcomed the society to the city. Gen. Sherman responded to the addresses, and was about to sit down, amid vociferous applause, when a huge camp-kettle in flowers was presented to him, and the cheering was renewed. When he could be heard, he turned to those on the stage, remarking: “ I suppose we must keep the pot boiling.” He then presented Miss Alice Mitchell, of Chicago, who sang “The Battle Hymn of the Republic,” assisted in chorus by the Arions. Bishop Fallows, of Chicago, was introduced as the orator of the evening, Gen. Sherman remarking that “He is a General, he is a Bishop; you can take your choice of titles. I know he was brave and gallant in war; he is eloquent in peace.” Bishop Fallows began his address by giving a vivid description of the battle of Corinth, a battle in which the most splendid heroism was displayed by the soldiers of the North and the soldiers of the South. The reverend gentleman did not express a very warm admiration for Jeff Davis. He said: “A gentleman very prominent in ‘the late unpleasantness’ has been endeavoring to play the part of ghostraiser—Mr. Jefferson Davis. He has been as unsuccessful in his combat with that illustrious, intelligent gladiator and uncompromising friend of the Union, Judge Jere S. Black, as he was with the armies of the United States. It is one of the most marvelous exhibitions of the magnanimity and assured strength and position of a mighty nation that it permits the leader of the groat Confederate movement, which convulsed the continent and shook the earth, to write a book in two volumes on ‘ The History of the Confederacy,’ and enjoy the profits of the sale—that it allows him to reopen the questions which load to our civil war, and to to prove, in spite of the logic of reason and of the logic of events, that South Carolina, in tho position it assumed before the war, was ail right, and the Government all wrong. When we remember that regiments, brigades, divisions, and whole army corps once marched along singing, “We’ll Hang Jeff Davis to a Sour Apple Tree,” and that the only reason why the sentiment of the song was not put into execution was the sheer inability, as things then were, to make the connection between tho tree and the subject of the song. Mr. Davis must certainly sharo in the feelings of the pious old woman who, whenever she hoard of any one who had felt, the halter draw, was wont to exclaim most earnestly, -‘What a mercy I’m still alive.’ ” After a lengthy' yet eloquent discourse on the events since the war, and present friendly feeling between North and South, he closed amid much applause. The regular programme thus completed, and Gen. Sherman announced that it would be in order to call upon those upon the stage to make short, pithy remarks. Gon. John A. Logan was first called out, afterward Gen. Belkrtap, Gen. Noyes, Gov. Fairchild, Gen. Leggett, Gov. Fletchor, and Gen. Force. The following officers wore elected: President, Gen. William T. Sherman; Vice Presidents, Cos. William B. Leach, Gen. Madison Miller, Col. H. L. Barnum, Capt. William 8. Burns, Col. H. S. Hnjchinson,. Col. H. T. Noble, Maj. J. H. Plunket, Col. William H. Gibbon, Col. John McFall, Maj. John J. Safely, Capt. J. D. McFarland, Maj. William C. Clayton; Recording Secretary, Col. L. M. DaytoD; Corresponding Secretary, Gen. A. Hickenlooper; Treasurer, Gen. M. F. Force. Gen. Grant was elected Orator for next year, amid prolonged, fervent applause. It was voted to hold next year’s reunion on Aug. 15 and 10, at Lake Minnetonka, Minn., with headquarters at Hotel Lafayette. After the business session it is proposed to make an excursion to Yellowstone park. The following were appointed a committee to arrange for it: Gens. Pope, Strong, Sanborn, Logan, Raymond and Sprague, Col. Everest and Lieut. Andrews. It was resolved that the wives and daughters of members shall hereafter be admitted to banquets of the society. A telegram of condolence was sent to the family of Gen. Steedman, and a hearty greeting to the ex-prisonors of war assembled at Decatur. The reunion closed with a grand banquet at the skating-rink, Gen. Sherman officiating as master of ceremonies.

OTHER REUNIONS.

About 200 ox-prisoners of war gathered at Decatur, 111., where many of them related their experiences. Addresses of welcome were made tw Judge Nelson and Gov. Hamilton. Addresses were also delivered by Gen. R. J. Oglesby and Congressman Bowett. Mrs. Martha A. Burdick read a poem prepared for the oocasion. Gen. Oglesby declared for a pension for every man who had suffered in Confederate prisons. It was resolved to ask of Congress a half pension for those who were in captivity from two to six months; 1 throe-fourths pension for those imprisoned from six to twelve months, a full pension for all who suffered loss of liberty for one year or more, besides $2 for each day’s confinement. There was a big reunion of the Grand Army of the Republic at Goshen, Ind. Not less than 10,000 people were in attendance. One of the features of the day was a broom brigade from Kendalville. composed of ladies. The sham battle was brilliantly executed.

MERE MENTION.

The Mississippi river is very low and cannot leave its bed In some parts of slie South brick makers are getting $6 a day. A string of pearls is the fashionable fulldress necklace for young ladiea Atlanta, Ga, is moving for a permanent art and industrial exhibition building. The Lee Association, of Mobile, ask for •10,000 for a monument to Raphael Semmes. ’ San Francisco is trying to prevent the landing of lepers from the Sandwich islanda

A HUNDRED YEARS AGO.

Commemorating the Disbandment of the Victorious Revolutionary Armies. Thousands of People Unite in the Ceremonies at Newburg, N. Y. , Fifty thousand people attended the oelebrar tion at Newburg, N. Y., of the anniversary of Washington’s farewell to his army. The streets were gayly decorated, and the procession was four miles in length. Senator Bayard, of Delaware, was President of the day, and ex-Secretary Evarts was orator, both gentlemen delivering eloquent addresses, the first speaker sketching the scenes of Revolutionary times, and Mr. Evarts eulogizing Washington as the patriot, soldier and statesman. Pyrotechnios and social reunions closed the events of the day. A correspondent at Newburg furnishes the following acoount of the ceremonies: The day was one of the loveliest imaginable. The sun shone brightly, and the temperature was all that could have been asked. Tho confidence of the people in the glorious sunshine of the 18th of October has had its vindication. During the preparations for this centennial celebration of Washington disbanding and taking leave of his victorious army, all questions about possible rain were met with M the answer that for the past ten years the lfth of October had been clear and bright, and chat a benediction of sunshine wus expected. Great crowds of people arrived byboats and trains last night and thronged the down-town streets. Many persons could not find lodgings, so orowded were the hotels and dwellings of the city and towns roundabout. A torchlight procession, firemen's displays, fireworks and much enthusiasm were the preparations last night for to-day. Tho bay was illuminated by electric lights along the river front, and a large number of vessels. Including yachts, steamboats and United States war ships, riding at anchor, made a picturesque scene. Brass bands and the fife aud drum seemed not to be still during the night. Mayor Ward held a reception in honor of the distinguished guests. At sunrise to-day live navy vessels fired salutes, which were responded to from shore by cannon planted at Washington’s headquarters and elsewhere on both sides of the river, and by the ringing of all the church bells. There were immense throngs of people on the streets. One train on the West Shore railroad arrived in four sections with 1,500 passengers. One Erie train, with two engines, had nineteen cars packed with people, and the platforms were also crowded. Tho New York Central and local roads wore also pouring into town {nassos of people. Farmers’ families woro coming in all sorts of vehicles, and farm hands were trudging along afoot. The lawn (it Washington’s headquarters was thronged Jong before the hour of beginning the exercises. Two hundred New York policemen (tided the local force in preserving ordor. The city never presented so fine a display. Flags floated everywhere, and there was an unclouded sky. At noon scores of steamboats arrived, bringing military and excursion parties. The Seventh regiment, of New York, with the veteran corps, arrived by special train. Tho Twenty-third and Thirteenth Brooklyn regiments arrived on the steamers Grand Republic and Columbia. Owing to the late arrival of the State troops, the parude was not even forming at the time appointed for the march. The Putnam Phalanx was a notablo body, and looked as if a band of “old Put’s” soldiers had come again upon earth with their uniform, step, and tactics of Revolutionary days. Although at 12:30 there was no appearance of the parade, tho scene around the reviewing stand was inspiring. Spectators crowded every vantage spot and enthusiastically cheered the various organizations on their marches to the rendezvous. The court-house was decorated with tho national flags, streamers and bunting, and the residences on the opposite side of tho street bear the arms of Massachusetts and yirginia. Gov. Cleveland and staff arrived from Albany on the West Shore train at 10:30. The train had eighteen coaches crowded with passengers. President Artjnir sent a letter of rogret. Ex-Senator Conkling was also invited, but could not come. The procession started at 12:15, an hour and a quarter late. The Governors and (heir staffs, the Generals and their staffs, and the marines, soldiers and favorite troops of the State made an imposing display, while Joined with these were the visiting troops of veterans, civic societies, etc., wljicli made the {>rocession four miles long. It marched n five divisions, with five bands of musio in each division. The line was much crowded with people, who applauded enthusiastically. The windows and steps everywhere were filled with ladies, who clapped their hands or waved their handkerchiefs as the troops marched past. As tho head of the procession reached the grand stand, there was great enthusiasm among the pooplo. The Governors of the different States, Sonator Bayard, the chaplain, orator, poet and others, who had special parts assigned them in ’the exercises, wheeled from the ranks to the receiving stand. The “mareh past” took place to enlivening music, and the parade was dismissed. The people then hastened to the lawn in front of Washington’s headquarters, where the exercises took place. After the introductory overture by the fine band of tho Seventh regiment, Mayor Wurd called tho assemblage "to order, and Dr. S. Irauaeus Prime,offered prayer. Tho “Te Deura," for 500 voices and the band followed, and then Senator Bayard was introduced as the President of tho celebration exercises. Tim Senator delivered an eloquent address and was frequently applauded. “Hail Columbia” by the chorus and band, an original poem by Wallace Bruce, and a. grand chorus, “No King but God,” followed. Sonator Bayard then presented tho orator of the day, the Hon. Wm. M. Evarts, who received a most cordial welcomo, and delivered an oration with “ Washington” for his inspiration, which was much appreciated by tho multitude of hearers. The hallelujah chorus was given after tho oration, and Bishop Coxe prououncod the benediction. , The great crowd then scattered to a march py the band. Tho people enjoyed themselves in their own way throughout tho afternoonIn the evening there was a fine pyroteclmio display. Salutes were fired and ships woro dressed, and there were many social reunions.

ALL SORTS.

Frank Carpenter, of Sodus, N. Y., recently pared sixty-five bushels of apples in nine hours. It is said that the two unfinished tunnels on the Northern Pacific road will cost $lO,000,000. Lord Coleridge’s salary is $40,000 a years while the Chief Justice of the United States, receives slo^oo. The agent of the Cleveland Humane Society found a family of eight persons living in a chicken-coop. Fashionable young ladies should not forget that Goliath died from the effect of a bang on bis forehead A well-to-do maiden ladv in Patten, Ma, worked out her town tax this summer with rake and hoe on the road Mb. Francis F. Fargo, of Buffalo, N. Y., claims to have raised a sunflower this year fifty-two inches in circumference. SrrriNQ Bull is reported to be very sick. It will be remembered that several Senators made speeches to Sitting Bull a few weeks ago. Miss Ella Hill, a handsome girl of Sey mour, Ctt, killed herself with a shot-gun because her step-motber made her wear a dress which had been rumbled in a shower. Some land in the city of London was lately sold at the rate of $3,800,000 an acre.