Democratic Sentinel, Volume 8, Number 41, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 7 November 1884 — Matt. J. Julian Heard From. [ARTICLE]

Matt. J. Julian Heard From.

Monticello National: The following is a letter received by Isaiah Bisher from M. J. Julian, who, ibis supposed, spiked Mr. Bisher’s bitters last spring. No doubt Mr. Julian is playing a bluff game and is under the impression that Mr. Bishir will tell him what he thinks about the case. The letter explains itself: Burr Oak, Kan., Oct: 25, [BB4. Mr. Bishir, Sir: I understand that jou accuse me of poising you. I got it in the Monticello Herald. I am at Burr Oak, Kan.; will start home to-day. My family is at Humeywell, Mo. I will ft there to-morrow night.— ill be at Non ticello, Ind. tie 20 of next month sure, and I will see that thing through.— Will stay till its settled. If you think you are right I j would like to know. If you answer this write to Humeywell, Mo. Yours truly, M J. Julian. Tell the Banker I will be there as he wants me. Answer by return mail.

An Indian in the Cascade mountains, California, shot and wounded an elk the other day, and before he conld reload his gun the elk charged and killed him with his sharp feet.

A Mr. Guitar is a candidate for gubernatorial honors out in Missouri. It is to be hoped that Mr. Guitar will not degenerate into an ordinary campaign lyre.—{Life.

The “genial commercial solid tationist” is the Boston styte of address for a drummer.

Guilderland Station, N. Y., Nov. 3—Fifty years ago the Jupp family, famous Hudson valley butter-makers of that day, occupied the farm now belonging to Charles McOhesney, near this station. Mrs. Jupp’s butter was always packed in peculiarly shaped earthen crocks, and commanded a high price in the Albany and other markets. Before sending a crock of butter to market it was her custom to lower it into a well on the premises which was noted for its very cold water. Mrs. Jupp would leavn the butter hanging in the water for several hours, and when taken out it would be as hard and cold as ice. One day in 1834 she was lowering a crock of butter into the well when the rope broke, and the crock fell to the bottom. No effort was ever made to recover it. For the first time in its history this well became almost dry during the recent lohg drought in this vicinity. A few days ago Farmer McChesney was cleaning the well out, when he lound the crock Mrs. Jupp had lost fifty years ago. In taking the crock from the well McChesney accidentally broke it. It was about one-quarter full of butter, which was as solid and sweet as it was the day it was put down half a century ago. The crock and its contents are on exhibition at the McChesney farm, and hundreds have called to see them.

'< he most remarkable piece of telephoning yet attempted has been just accomplished by the engineers of the International Bell Telephone ompany who successfully carried out an experiment by which they were enabled toll old a conversation between St.Petersbu'rg and Bologae, a distance of 2,465 miles. Blake transmitting and Bell receiving instruments were used, and conversation was kept up notwithstanding arathei high induction. The experiments were carried on during the night, when the telegraph lihes were not at work. The Russian engineers of this company are so confident of further success that they hope shortly to be able to converse with ease at a distance of 4,665 miles; but to accomplish this astonishing feat they must combine all thp conditions iaovrable for the transmission of telephone sounds. If it is found possible to hold audible conversation at such extraordinary d istance.it is possible that this fact will be speedily improved upon, and we shall be enabled to converse freely between London and New York, aud by-and-by between London and the antipodes.

On the train yesterday was Miss ichmann, of Milwaukee, who was recently sent vv estin the charge of her mother in the hope that the change might avert threatened brain trouble. When near Laramie Miss chmann jumped from the car window. It was some time before she was missed and, after a telegraph inquiry i she was heard from at Laramie, where she had been taken by the crew of a freight train. In jnmping Miss Ichmann fell in front of the freight train and was terribly, bruised, but to just what ex-, tent is not yet known. The fall seems to have cleared her brain, for she was as bright, mentally, yesterday, as any woman.

’*Whv, pa, what did you shake hands with Mr. Blowhard for?” queried a western editor’s boy. “In your last paKer you called him a coyote’ a uzzard, and a skunk.” That’s all right, Johnny, he pays me to do that. He is going to run for the state legislature, and he wants to rouse the public sympathy on his side; he’s a very nice man.”—Brooklyn Times.

It is one of the most remarkable of phenomena that the first bank ever established won a success unequaled in later times. The bank of Venice had its origin in 1171 from a forced public loan, raised to fit out a fleet, and is the first appearance of a public founded debt. Every citizen was obliged to contribute the oneliundredth part of his posessions. The persons assessed were then organized as a chamber of loans for their common protection and for the receipt of the yearly interest of four per centum. Subsequently its creditors were permitted to transfer their claims in whole or in part. The government, finding that these transfers were in demand, reduced the rates of interest until no interest was paid. Afterward it sold cash inscriptions of credit on its books. These inscriptions cost gold, but were not convertible into gold. As a matter of factj although termed a bank, its issues were government paper, and its business was carried on solely for the benefit of the public treasury. This bank is still one of the foremost financial institutions in the world. For two hundred years the bank of Venice stood alone.

There was a christening at the Sand Street Methodest church in Brooklyn on Sunday afternoon While the procession headed by the mother carrying the baby passed up the middle aisle a little 3-year-old boy who had seen several of the political demonstrations thought perhaps it, too, was a parade, and cried out: “Burn, burn, burn this letter!” The congregation was convulsed, and it took several minutes for the pastor to regain his normal state of mind;

“Eliza,’’said the fine old rish gentleman to his dutiful spouse, as he awakened with an impression that while at < ’oney island the night before, he had inadvertently exchanged heads with the elephant “Eliza,'Tget me a tumbler, and put into it about a quarter of a pint of whisky and a few drops of bitters and a spoonful of water—a teaspoonful, mind—and i ’ll see if I can take it. And, Eliza, if can’t, make met”

“Landlord” cried an irritated traveler, who had been eating dried apple at a railroad lunch house, as he held one hand to his shattered jaw and produced a gimlet with the other “look at this confounded gimlet I’ve found in your pie, and broke half the teeth in my head out on!” " ell I declare,” said the land-lord, “I wanted to use that yesterday, and hunted all over for| it. Much obliged, stranger.” a A Boston girl never speaks of the ‘naked truth.’ She refers to it as‘truth divested of appaiN I.’ When a man don’t “tip,’ New York waiter ssay lie,s “no good entirely.” “I think I will laugh,” is a cautious new phrase. Mrs. Mary A- Barron, wliodied-re cecntiy at the Hire of eigh'ystwo years, at Portsmouth, Va., was the widow of the famous Commodore Parron The latter Haturea in hlstorv as the oontmander of the uuforitin»le Chesapeake, and as the oflieer who k!’!- t Susiiien becaiur in a dn i.