Democratic Sentinel, Volume 17, Number 32, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 25 August 1893 — Page 6

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MUEDER BY MORMONS

• TORY OF THE MOUNTAIN MEADOW MASSACRE. Bow One Hundred and Twenty Emigrants, Men, Women and Children, Were Deceived and Slaughtered at the Inatanee of the Mormon Church. A Tale of BloodAfter the assassination of the Mormon prophet, Joseph Smith,, and his brother Hyrum, while confined in the Jail at Carthage, 111., on the 27th day of June, 1844, the followers of the prophet, owing to the undue amount of prejudice ana hatred that existed Sgainst them, were compelled to leave their homes in Illinois and Missouri and seek an abiding place in a more remote party of the country. On leaving Nauvoo they had not determined where to go, but their destination pointed westward. After a thorough investigation, it was decided to settle in the great Salt Lake Basin, where they are residing at the present day. There they at once commenced the building up of one of the most remarkable and powerful colonies of modern times. Their proselytes amounted to many

thousands, who soon came pouring into the New Jerusalem. This condition of things continued until they became powerful and defiant, having organised a government of their own. For a long time they flourished unmolested. They had ingratiated themselves in the confidence and friendship of the Indians by whom they were surrounded. They induced the Indians to make common cause with them against the United States. About the year 1857 polygamy took on its most revolting shape, and crime and immorality became rampant. At last Congress took the matter in hand, and a Territorial Government was formed for Utah and Government officials were sent out to take charge of

the territorial affairs. But they could accomplish nothing and they soon realized the fact th£t their lives were in jeopardy. The Mormons during this time were preparing to resist any further encroachments on the sacred soil of Utah by Gentiles. And to this end Brighton Young, on the 16th day of September, 1857, issued a proclamation forbidding all armed forces from entering the Territory of Utah under any sretense5 retense whatever. Martial law was eclared to exist in the territory from and after the publication of the proclamation, and no person should be allowed to pass or repass into or through or from the Territory without a permit from the proper officer. During the exciting times that pre-

▼ailed in the fat West that Bummer, an emigrant train was dragging its slow lengtif'over mountain and plain toward California, anxiously looking forward to tfifit “oasis«f the desert," Salt Lake City, where they could rest themselves 43£id flfleir Jaded animals and replenish dearly exhausted supplies, and again l 'mingle with civilized people, frbi&'Wh'om they had so long been separated! These thoughts buoyed up the tired wayfarers as they plodded along. This train was made up in Northern Arkansas, and was known as “Capt. Finchers train." It was composed of fitty -seven men and sixty-two women ana children. They had thirty good wagons and'three fine carriages, about sixtv horses and mules, and 600 head of cattle. An army officer who camped with them on the Platte, in June, said: 'lt was without doubt the finest train that ever crossed the plains. ” To the utter amazement of the emigrants, on reaching Salt Lake City, they were refused admittance, assistance of every kind was withheld from them, and they were abruptly ordered to proceed on their journey. Mountain Meadows. : At the village of Corn Creek they halted, without any hope of succor, for at this place resided the chief hierarch of •Southern Utah. But they made fepld to inquire regarding the possibility of their finding forage for their worn-out animals. The official (whose instructions had been sent to him from headquarters) readily informed them that at a spot called the Meadows' they would get what they raquired. .To this place they,, hopetolly hastened, where they found good ano abundant pasturage for their stock. Here thqfchoped to rest awhile after thaif tqtMttteo' and disappointm-ta.

[ The Meadows was a small valley, or I mountain pass, about five miles In width. Ak.;the western end of the Meadows a largd spring, near ,whioh .the emigrants encamped, several miles from tne town of Pinto, in the present county of Washington. Meanwhile the unsuspecting emigrants rested in perfect ignorance of all that was passing about them —of the i treachery that was then secretly scheming their utter destruction. But how was their destruction to be accomplished? With all their power | and ready appliances, the Mormons

realized that they could not safely undertake thtf destruction of 120 human beings without discovery. So it was determined to employ the assistance of Indians in the bloody work, for the blame of the entire massacre could then be placed upon them. The plot was a shrewd one. The Indians, with a promise of plunder held out to them, were to fall upon and massacre the entire party, leaving not one to escape. On the morning of Sept. 7, while engaged, some in preparing and others in partaking of their breakfast, the quiet encampment was suddenly plunged into confusion and dismay-by the sound of musketry. Volley after

THE ATTACK BY INDIANS.

volley was poured into them by a large body of Indians from a gulley near by. By this terrifio onslaught seven of the emigrants were killed and sixteen wounded, and the remainder overwhelmed with consternation, but only for a moment, for they were brave men, ready for any emergency, quick to resist a surprise. Instantly realizing the full peril of the situation, they wheeled their wagons into a corral or circlej behind which they barricaded themselves, firing on the Indians, who kept up a random shooting until nightfall, accompanied by wild whoops and unearthly yells. Several Indians were killed and a number wounded. With all its horrors, the attack was a failure. The Mormons wore frustrated in their designs. The brave emigrants proved masters of the situation, convincing their enemies that they had resolved to sell their lives as dearly as possible, and there was but little hope of subduing the Arkansans by an open fight.

At this juncture of affairs a messenger was dispatched to Cedar City to inform the authorities there that the emigrants were ably defending themselves at the Mountain Meadows, and could not be routed. Stops had already been taken with reference to obtaining the Lord’s will regarding the destruction of the Fancher train. For the day after the train had passed through Cedar City a church council was called by George A. Smith, one of the Twelve Apostles, at which women were present, and after due consideration it was decided by unanimous vote to bo the will of the Lord that the emigrants should be destroyed. The manner selected was an Indian massacre, but this had failed. A council of Mormons in the Meadows was called for Thursday evening, at which orders from President Height wore read. They directed that the emigrants should be decoyed from their strongWßld and exterminated. There being a feeble remonstrance against this order after a slight controversy, they all knelt with elbows touching in a “prayer circle," and asked for divine guidance; The * Council remained in session until daybreak, and all the minutiae of the following day’s work were arranged for. A hasty breakfast was dispatched and the preparation for the Lord’s work, as they

SHOOTING DOWN THE EMIGRANTS.

W. A. HICKMAN.

BISHOP J. D. LEE.

called it, was at once begun. At first it was thought best to cut off their supplies and starve them into surrender, but this would take too long a time. Finally it was concluded, through a flag of truce, to induce them to surrender on a promise of protection from the Indians and transportation by a military escort to a place of safety. The occurrence has been described since by an eye-witnes3, under the solemnity of an oath. A man stepped out of the line of soldiers, and holding

MORMON TEMPLE, SALT LAKE CITY.

up the flag so that all could see it and understand its import, he advanced toward the corral. He was accompanied by two or three others, the most prominent of the number being Bishop John D. Lee, Indian Agent, who had been specially selected by Mormons high in authority to carry out this treacherous act to its swift and bloody conclusion. Three of the emigrants came out of the corral' and went forward to meet the bearers 6f the truce flag. Lee then declared that he came as a friend, and proceeded to state that the Indians were greatly irritated and wer6 determined to destroy the whole party y

that h« and the company of soldlera had come there in the hope of assisting them: but after a talk with the Indians he found them very determined, and nothing would pacify them but the surrender by the emigrants of the whole of their provisions, arms, cattle and horses. “If you do this,” he assured his discouraged listeners, “the Indians will cease to molest you, and under any circumstances we will protect you from their violence." The Massacre.

At last the specious arguments of Lee prevailed, and the emigrants consented to the terms which alone —so they were repeatedly told—would insure them safety. Lee then arranged the plan of capitulation. The Wounded men and the younger children were placed in the wagons and driven past the troop, the women and older children following on foot. The work of destroying these had been assigned to the Indians, who were wa ; ting in ambush for the signal to coin part of the bloody wo- _ men were placed ip single fi.~, and by the side of each defenseless victim marched a Mormon soldier carrying a loaded musket. Thus they had proceeded for half a mile, when the ohosen spot was reached. Here a halt was called, a signal given, and the next moment every soldier had fired on the man beside him, and all the brave men lay dead or desperately wounded. Not one man was left to tell the tale. The Indians meanwhile had sprung from their ambush and fallen upon the women and children, who ran in every direction shrieking and screaming. All the women were soon put to death and nearly all the children. Seventeen of the innocent little creatures were spared because they were so young that no after revelation of the atrocious deed could be feared from them. The dead were not buried

The following spring the remains of the butchered emigrants were subsequently gathered together by Maj. Carleton, United States Commissioner, and a detachment of soldiers. He described the scene as most horrible to look upon. He buried the remains in one common grave, and over them erected a pyramid of stones, surmounted with a cross of red cedar, on which he inscribed: “Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord." At the foot of the pyramid a stone monument was erdeted, on which was engraved: “Here 120 men. women, and children were massacred in cold blood early in September, 1857. They were from Arkansas.”

This report was also made to the United States Government by Lieut. Carlton. But Brigham Young, as Governor of the Territory of Utah, made no report to the United States Government of this massacre. Shortly after its erection the cross was torn down, the words obliterated, and in their place was substituted: “Vengeance is mine, and I have had it, saith Brigham Young.” was charged that this was done by the orders of Brigham Young, but it was never proven. This desecration and infamous boast of a hellish assassination was removed by the soldiers and another cross substituted with the burning Scriptural words: “Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord." The little children who had been spared were given over to the Indians,

SCENE OF THE MASSACRE.

no doubt, to lend color to the report at once spread by the Mormons that the massacre was the work of the red men. These children were subsequently recovered from the Indians, and, on June 29, 1858, were sent East overland, in spring wagons, escorted by soldiers. Every possible provision was made for their comfort, and in due time they were delivered to friends in the town of Carrolton, Carroll County, Ark. It was a sad day in the little county seat. Nearly every citizen had lost a relative in the massacre, and bitter tears were accompanied by bitter curses on the murderers. The children were all cared for and brought up by relatives and friends living in the neighborhood of their former homes. Execution of John JLee. Such a monster crime could not be forever kept from the knowledge of mankind. Although for a long time the opinion prevailed that the Indians had committed the massacre, it was not long until the true facts in the case were developed. The Mormon Church had ordered the destruction of the “Fancher train,” and Bishop John D. Lee was appointed to execute the order. John D. Lee, being the chief actor in the bloody drama, was the first one called out to answer for the crime. Three different trials were had in his case, the jury each time failing to agree. The witnesses in the case being principally Mormons, dared not tell the truth, for an avenging sword hung over their heads, hence the trials were mere farces. The excitement produced by these trials in the public mind was running high, and a general uprising against the Mormons was threatened if the courts failed to convict the guilty parties. The church authorities became alarmed for their own safety, and decided to sacrifice Lee, and on the next trial the testimony against him was overwhelming. The witnesses made a clean breast of the whole story, describing minutely the main facts of th© horrid tragedy, which the writer has without bias faithfully narrated. Lee now realized that the church had deserted him and- - that he was lost. He broke down completely and openly cursed the Mormon leaders. The jury was out three hours, and brought in a verdict of guilty of murder in the first degree. Judge Boreman informed the prisoner that, under the statute, he had the choice of being hung, shot or beheaded. Lee said: “I prefer to be shot!” He was accordingly sentenced, and on March 23 the sentence was executed in the Mountain Meadows, at the scene of the massacre. At the last moment Lee confessed that he had killed five of the emigrants with his own hands, and that all the charges alleged against him in the indictment were true. He made a short speech, declaring his faith in M'ormonism as taught by Joseph Smith, and his assurance of a place in the Mormon hefhven. He then sat down on his coffin, a short prayer was offered, the order to fire was given, five rifles were discharged and he fell dead without a struggle.

No Motive Appears.

A Boston Post reporter in a recent issue of that lively journal describing a suicide, said: “It is quite certain that he is unmarried, and there is absolutely no apparent motive for the self-destruction. *

WOULDN'T TAKE A “DARE."

Stirring Events Resulting from Johnnie's Exhibition of Youthful Pride. Johnnie started out with good intentions, just aa older persons do, says the Louisville Courier-Journal. His father had told him not to leave the yard on pain of a dose of “peachtree tea.” Having been a small boy yourself you probably know the tingling properties of this heroic remedy. Early in the afternoon Willie came along. “You gotter stay in!” opened up that young man with the ready insolence of unrestrained freedom. “No, I musn’t,” answered Johnnie. “Yes, you mus’.” “Hope er may die." “Hare you like er black dog to come out.” “Double dare?” cried Johnnie, hop“Douoje a ic u ero s myself.” This was toy much for any spirited person to bear, so Johnnie climbed over the fence, exclaiming as he touched the ground: “Never took erdare, ’n never will.” The fire bells sounded just then and Johnnie and Willie started to go to the fire, but found it was too far away. Coming back Willie said: “My pap-y’s going to buy me a pony.” “Hones’?” “Hope er me die. ” “My pap-y ’ud buy me one, too, if I’d as’ fer’t.”

“Over the left,” sneeringly. “Over the right,” threateningly. “My pap-y’s better’n yourn.” “My pap-y c’ni whip yourn with his icf’ ban’.” “Can’t.” “On.” This argument could not be settled with mere boasting words. They struck out together and soon were rolling in the dust. Then after miiSb scuffling and the tangling and untangling of fat, little legs: “Nuflf?” from Johnnie. No answer; more scuffling and the desperate wiggling of the under pair of legs, which finally became still. “NufT?” “Y-e-e-s,” very slowly and in smothered accents. “ ’N my pap-y c’n whip yourn?” "Y-e-e-s,” after much consideration. Johnnie got back in the yard just ten minutes before he saw his father coming out in the street. Johnnie opened the gate and waited for him. “Why didn’t you run and meet-me, son?” asked “pap-y.” “ ’Cause you told me not to go out the yard.” “That’s so—that’s so,” patting Johnnie on the head, as the coals of fire burned deep in that young man’s conscience. Johnnie’s behavior was beautiful that evening, and his efforts to avoid all reference to the morning command most skillful and successful. As he went to bed he said to himself: “ ’Fi tole pap-y ’bout the dare an’ .Willie’s pap-y bein’ bettern him, he wouldn’t do nuffln—but I guess I won’t. ”

AN UNUSUAL ANÆSTHETIC.

The Dentist Entertains His Traveling: Companion. The drummer had told a commercial story, and the dentist, who had been extracting much pleasure therefrom, followed with a professional yarn. “At one time in my early practice in a country town,” he said, “there came to me a very nervous woman to have a tooth extracted. She carried on so that I could scarcely get her into the chair, and as soon as I put the forceps near her mouth, she screamed and bounced around so I couldn’t do anything with her. After two or three visits, each worse than the other, I suggested that I take her to the nearest large town where a dentist administered gas. Well, the tooth hurt her so that at last she consented, and I took her there, about twenty-five miles by rail. I went armed with a pair of forceps, as a matter of habit, and when we got to the place and she saw the gas bag and the other appliances, she had them again worse than before, and I had to give It up and take her back home. I was thoroughly provoked and felt like taking a club to her, but she had money and was paying for her foolishness, so I tried to restrain my feelings. About ten miles out from the town as the train was plugging along about twenty miles an hour, and she was holding her jaw and I was holding mine; in the seat beside her, we struck a broken rail and the last thing I knew we were rolling down an embankment and being piled up at the bottom In a very promiscuous fashion. I don’t know how it came about, but I wasn't hurt much and when my, senses were fully restored I dragged my patient out through a window and laid her on a bank near by. She was pretty badly bruised and had been knocked senseless, and as I was endeavoring to restore her a brilliant thought occurred to me. The next moment I had out my forceps and the next I had out the confounded tooth. Two hours later one of the physicians who had been summoned had restored her to consciousness, and as she opened her eyes and saw me standing by her side, she clapped her hand to her jaw and exclaimed: “ ‘Oh, Doctor, I knew it would be terrible, but I did’t think it would be so bad as that. However, though, it is out at last.’ “Then she went to sleep and it was a week before she knew the real facts in the case.” “Did she pay you anything extra?” queried the drummer, doubtfully. “No,” smiled the dentist, “but the raliroad company did, $5,000, and I got half. ”

Hawks, Owls and Farmers.

The Department of Agriculture at Washington has recently published a work prepared by Dr. A. K. Fisher, assistant ornithologist of the department, under the title, “The Hawks and Owls of the United States in Their Relation to Agriculture.” It is the general belief of scientific men that such birds—birds of prey, as they are called—are, on the whole, or great service to farmers; but this belief is directly opposed to that which has commonly been held by farmers themselves. F 3?he ornithologists of the department have therefore undertaken to *s certain wbe j# Tight, the farmer or

the man of science. To this end about twenty-seven hundred stomachs of newly killed hawks and owls have been critically examined. The result may be summarized in a few words. Oftheseventy-threekindsof hawks and owls found within the United States, only six are, on the whole, ini jurious. Of these, three are so ex--1 tremely rare as hardly to call for at- ; teotion, and another—the flsh hawk —is only indirectly harmful; so that j of only two—the sharp-shinned hawk ! and Cooper’s hawk—need any practical account be taken. But this is only half the story. Not only are the overwhelming majority of such birds not injurious to the agriculturist-—t]iey render him continual and extremely valuable service by the destruction of numberless plant-destroying rodents and insects. The red-shouldered hawk, for in. stance, is the commonest large hawk in many parts of the country, and is commonly known—as is the redtailed hawk also—as the “hen-hawk.” Of this hawk two hundred and twenty stomachs frere examined, and of the food found in them less than two per cent, was poultry. The remainder consisted of mice, grasshoppers and a great variety of other things. More than sixty-five per cent, of the Whole was made up of noxious mammals—mice and shrews especially. Concerning Swainson's hawk, we are told that it is particularly fond of grasshoppers. One bird has been estimated to consume at least two hundred grasshoppers in a day. In the course of a month a flock of about one hundred and sixty-flve, “which is a small estimate of the number actually seen together in various localities feeding upon grasshoppers,” would destroy a million of these pests. Facts like these should be taken into account by law-makers; but it is not many years since the legislature of at least one of the Western States —Colorado—passed a bounty act, intended to encourage the killing of hawks, Swainson’s hawk included, and as a result thousands of grass-hopper-eating hawks were actually killed at the State’s expense!

How Gold Rings Are Made.

Gold rings are made from bars nine or fifteen inches long. A bar fifteen inches long, about two inches wide and three-sixteenths of an inch thick, is worth about £2OO. It would make three or four hundred four pennyweight rings. A dozen processes and twenty minutes’ time are required to change the bar into merchantable rings. A pair of shears cuts the bars ihto strips. By the turn of a wheel, one, two, three times, the guillotinelike blade of the shears cuts the bar into slices, one, two, or three sixteenths of an inch wide. A rolling machine presses out the strips and makes them flat or grooved. Each strip is then put under the blowpipe and annealed, The oxide of copper comes to the surface and is put into a pickle of sulphuric acid, the bit of gold is stamped with its quality and the name of the maker, and is put through a machinq,that bends it into the shape of a ring, the same making a ring of any size. The ends are soldered with an alloy of inferior fineness to the quality of the ring. Many people imagine that rings are run in a mold because they can’t see where they are soldered. The ring spins through the turning lathes, is rounded and pared, and polished first with tripoli and then with steel filings and rouge.

A New Prepared Paper.

In Germany a patent has been refused, and the manufactuie and sale have been prohibited, of a paper so prepared that any ink-writing upon its surface could be erased by the simple application of a moist sponge. The paper was made of the ordinary ingredients, with the addition of asbestos and parchment glue. The paper pulp, after rolling, was immersed for a short time (from six to thirty-five seconds, according to the thickness of paper to be prepared from it) in concentrated sulphuric acid at twenty degrees diluted with ten to fifteen per cent, of water. I< was then pressed between glass rollers, passed successively through water, ammonia solution, and a second time through water, strongly pressed between rollers and dried on felt rollers, and, finally, on polished and heated metal rollers. The finished article is said to be precisely like ordinary paper. Its sale has been prohibited on account of the misuse to which it could be put.

“Watch Stopped, Has It?”

“Watch stopped, has it?” asked one traveler of another. "Now, I suppose you’ll pay a dollar to clean it. But let me give you a tip. Open both of the back cases so, hold it with open side down and tap it with your finger-nail a dozen times. Don’t be afraid. Snap it again. Now move the second hand. Is it all right? I thought so. A drummer put me up to that trick. Probably there were only a few specks of dust in the works and you've rapped them out. Very likely it will now run for a year and you’ve saved your dollar. If it doesn’t run after the little jar that you gave it, then it is time to take it to the jeweler. ”

Dumas at Work.

The “Englishman in Paris” relates that he one day called to see the elder Dumas, and inquired of the servant, “Is monsieur at home?” “He is in his study, monsieur. Monsieur can go in.” At that moment I heard a loud burst of laughter from the inner apartment, so I said I would wait till monsieur's visitors were gone. “Monsieur has no visitors; he is working,” replied the servant. “Monsieur Dumas often laughs like that at his work. ” It was true enough; the novelist was alone, or rather in company with one of his characters. He was simply roaring.

Lightning as a Censor.

During a storm at Canton, Ohio, the other day lightning struck the residence of Edward Haller, went down a sheetiron chimney, passed through a slate roof and went straight into the room where Mrs. Haller was sitting and burned the book she was reading! Mrs. Haller declines to tell the name of the book-

IN MEMORY OF HEROES.

fbe Monument to Men of Wounded Knee at Fort Riley, K»n. The members of the Seventh Cavalry at Fort Riley, Kan., recently unveiled a monument to those who were killed in the battles of Wounded Knee and Drexel Mission, near Pine Ride Agency, South Dakota, Dec. 29 and 30, 1890. It is built of Vermont and Quincy marble from Berry Falls, Vt, and Quincy, Mass., and is 25 feet in height, resting on a pedestal 15 feet square of native limestone, It is on a beautiful eminence, where the principal drives of the fort meet, and overlooks the valleys of the Smoky Hill, Republican and Kansas

WOUNDED KNEE MONUMENT.

Rivers. It is not far from the famous Ogden monument, erected to the memory of Major Ogden, who in 1855 died while nursing the enlisted men of his command through an attack of Asiatic cholera, and which Is said to be on the central point of the United States, as shown by careful geographical measurements. A flight of steps leads up the south side, and on the granite face of the shaft appears this principal inscription: * : To the : : SOLDIERS : : Who Were Killed : : in Battle : : at ’: Wounded Knee : : and : : Drexel Mission : with : Sioux Indians, : : South Dsikota, : : Deo. 29 and 30. 1890. : : Erected as a tribute : ; of aSeotlon by their : : comrades of the Bev- : : enthGavalry and Med- : : leal Department, U. : : S. Army, A. D. 1893. : * On the remaining sides are the names and rank of the men who fell in the battles named and to whose memory the monument is built.

CROKER'S QUIET WAYS.

she Great Politician's Vnobtrnslveness Surprises a Visitor. Richard Croker, the biggest of all New York’s professional politicians, Is not a striking-looking man at all. He looks much more like a success* ful turfman than the controller of the greatest political force in American national affairs. But although

RICHARD CHOKER

Mr. Croker admires horses, and has recently purchased some fine ones, the turf is only a divertisement. His serious occupation in life is that of running the great Tammany machine. He has served a long apprenticeship and knows his business from the ground up. He is now nearly fifty years old and has been in active political life for thirty years. He was elected Alderman when only twenty-three years old, serving several terms. He held many successive offices, finally becoming Eire Commissioner under Mayor Edson and being reappointed by Mayor Hewitt. Croker is an Irishman by birth, but he has been a resident of New York City from infancy. His family was an honorable one, his grandfather having been an inspector general of the British army, an uncle a member of parliament from Cork, another uncle a captain in the army, while other relatives were prominent in social and political circles. His father was a farmer and an educated man, who emigrated to America to better his position. He served as an officer during the war in Gen. Sickles’ brigade and in the Tenth New York Engineers.

Krupp’s Steel Works.

Herr Krupp’s steel works at Essen and elsewhere form, perhaps, the largest private manufacturing establishment in the world. The town of Essen, which may be almost said to owe its existence to the Krupps, is now a place of 70,000 inhabitants, and the works themselves cover I,COO acres, and employ 25,000 persons, who live in 8,000 houses, all of which belong to the firm. There are eleven large furnaces, 1,542 smelting furnaces, 439 steam boilers, 82 steam hammers, the largest of which are of 1,000 horse power apiece, 450 steam engines, 1,622 steam-driven machines, and 54 locomotive engines always in use on the spot; and away from his central foundry, Herr Krupp possesses and works three c,ial mints, '547 iron mines in Germany, other iron mines in Sjain, and four ocean steamers. He supplies his workmen with almost everything they require, and he maintains for their use an hotel, eight beer saloons, a mineral water factory, a flour mill, a bakery, a slaughter-house, and fifty shops. Krupp makes guns for nearly every natiou except England and France; but he makes many other things besides. The best proof of bis fair treatment of his men may be found in the fact that, during the recent labor troubles in Germany, although 100,000 people were on strike in the district immediately around Essen, not one of Krupp's employes showed the least trace of discontent.

OUR BUDGET OF FUN.

HUMOROUS SAYINGS AND DOINGS HERE AND THERE. Joke* and Jokeleta that Are Supposed to Have Been Recently Born—Sayings and Doings that Are Odd, Curious, and Istngh* able—The Week’s Humor. Let Us All Laugh. The girl baby Is the first great crisis of married life—Galveston News. A Spruce street girl calls her pel pug Knickerbocker, because be Is addicted to short pants. "—Philadelphia Record. Well Done— The farmer who falls in with bunco men.—Philadelphia Call. The girl who had a falling out with her friend will not try the hammock again. —Picayune. A great many people express opinions that should be sent off by freight. —Galveston News. There are some men who have to be knocked down first and argued with afterwards.—Atchison Globe. The summer girl is generally loaded to kill and should be labeled, “Charming, but dangerous. ” —Steep Brook Bazar. When a parliamentary division ends In a free fight both the eyes and nose are apt to have it.—Lowell Courier. The man who “has the pull” at a picnic Is generally the thoughtful chap who has brought a flask.—Boston Bulletin.

The reason that the geysers at the National Park leap so high is because they are composed of spring water.— Lowell Courier, Speaking of hollow mockery, doesn’t a hungry parrot come pretty near answering that description?— Buffalo Courier. “Has man a perfect organ of speech?” “Yes.” “Has woman, also?” No; hers is made without stops.”— Harvard Lampoon. “Did I tell you that story about 288?” “No, sir.” “Well, I’m afraid I can’t tell you. It’s two gros§, ” —• Philadelphia Record. The man who gets up a raffle figures on a sure thing. At least ha seldom or never takes any chances himself.—Buffalo Courier. During the preserving season the housewife realizes that one essential of the occupation is to preserve her equanimity.—Boston Courier. “I reckon,” said Farmer Bethune, looking at the Dahomey amazons, “them’s the kind o’ soljers ’at fight! under ki ver. ’’—Cleveland Plaindealer. There are those who hesitate to affirm that it represents real musical progress when a hand-organ is pulled along the street.—Philadelphia Times.

She —Will you see papa to-mor-row? He—Y-yes, if you will give me a letter of introduction. He never knows me when he sees me.—Detroit Free Press. The malleability of gold is so great that a sheet of foil, it is said, can be beaten as thin as the slice of ham in a World’s Fair sandwich.—Kansas City Journal. It is very hard to explain the attractions of country life to a city mac who has just investigated the voltage of a black-faced bumble-bee Ballmore American. It is interesting to see how sorry the man who went to the country for a vacation and the other man who stayed at home are for each other.— Washington Star. - The owner of a nobby carriage who was upset the other day said that he couldn’t agree with the spectators who complimented him on his handsome turnout—Lowell Courier.. Fogg does not consider himself absent-minded, but he did catch himself the other day before the mirror taking ■ off his glasses to see how he looked in them.—Boston Transcript. “It must have been a love match, for she knew he was poor.” “No, he told her he had only a remnant of his fortune left, and she, of course, thought .she’d get a bargain.”—lnter Ocean.

“What are those tiny chunks of dough doing in thaft dish of strawberries?” he inquired, suspiciously. “Oh, Henry,” cried the young wife, “I—l made them—they’re shortcakes. ” —Judge. “The great trouble of the times," said the telegraph editor when a lot of tissue-paper copy blew off his desk, “is that we are being overwhelmed with light literature.”— Washington Star. Said one shopper: “Oh, I saw just the loveliest, sweetest, prettiest baby a minute ago.” Said tl*e other shopper: “What? Do you mean to tell me that stupid nurse has dared to bring my little darling out such a day as this?”—Rehoboth Herald. Jim Smith has been trying to sell his hog this week. He borrowed a pair of curling-irons and curled the hog’s tail to give him a thrifty appearance, but he got the irons too hot and singed the hair pretty badly, which was a dead give-away.—.Alha-neta Free Press. At one of the transpontine theaters, the other night, the stage manager made a remark which was almost an epigram. One of the turns was hissed. The stage manager came to the front with a conciliatory speech, ending by saying, “The man * who hisses a free show is a fool.” Buffalo Express.

Who Were Darby and Joan?

The names Darby and Joan are now synonymous with man and wife. They originated in a popular ballad called “Darby and Joan,” written by Henry Woodfall in the last century. It is not generally known that the two characters of the ballad were real personages. John Darby and his wife lived at Bartholomew Glose, and died in 1730. In the poem Joan gets dissatisfied with being a household drudge, and declares that b Q r work is harder than her husband's labors in the field. He offers to exchange places with her, and she cpnsents. The result is that both are quite content to go back into their legitimate spheres, . :.**!?”'•