Greenfield Evening Republican, Greenfield, Hancock County, 14 August 1895 — Page 4

PLAYS AND PLAYERS

Klaw and Erlnngcr aro considering two plays for the starring tour ot Georgia Cayvan.

Rose Leiphton has succeeded Helen Reiiner in "Kismet or, The Two Tangled Turks.''

It is staled on authority that Charles Frohnian has an interest May Irwin's starring tour.

Ida Mnllu and In^z Meeusker havo both been enjragt'il by Jefferson, Klaw & ErJanger for Palmer Cox's "Brownies."

Joseph Viuvloek, Jr., is an additional engagement J« the Saratoga lawn performance of "The Merry Wives of Windsor."

Thomas Q. Seahrookc's invasion of tho field of "straight" comedy will be madoat the Park theater in Boston, early in September.

W. H. Crano sends word from Cohasset, where he is spending his summer, that ha will produce anew play in New York in January.

William F. Carroll has been engaged by Charles T. Ellis to create the part of ConnFelor White, in his new production, "The Alsatian."

Richard Harlow of Rice's "1402" company is in Paris selecting gowns to enhance his performance of Isabella, tho Daisy Queen of Spain.

Thomas F. McCabe has been engaged to play next season tho principal male character in Lincoln J. Carter's new melodrama, "The Defaulter."

James K. ITacket-t, the stalwart, young actor who made so marked an impression last season as Do Noippera. in "lime. SailsGene," lias been engaged by Augustin Daly.

An opera is in oonrse of construction in which Jefferson d'Angelis will probably star, as soon as I.e. has linished his next

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eiinamiiioiits with Delia Fox and

Lillian Russell.

CREDIT IN FOREIGN COUNTRIES.

In Austria a credit, of six months is generally allowed. In Italy but little credit business is done, and none without good security being given.

In Cuba tho time fixed for pavment is from four to live ji.onths after delivery of tho goods.

In the Bermudas accounts aro settled but once a year. June 80 is tho day usually fixed lor the payments.

In Austria it is scarcely possiblo to do business without allowing a long credit, which is usually one of six months.

In England a payment of the price of goods delivered is required at the end of three months, dating from tho day of shipment.

In Spain four-fifths of tho transactions are on on a cash bads, while in Portugal great liberality is shown and quite long credit is generally allowed.

In Turkey even objects of priino necessity are sold on credit, and in that country, as well as in Russia, tho time allowed is, in most cases, 12 months.

In China it is not customary to credit. Money is obtained from lenders, who exact an interest of 8 to 12 per cent. Business is nearly always conducted on a cash basis.

In Mexico the lariro commercial houses willingly give credit from six to eight months, and in real estate trade loner terms are given customers in which to settle their accou .. s.

In Canada pehlrmcnt-s are made at tho end of davs. vuh a discount of 5 per cent. Nan el ie.- a credit, of from three, to six moiiih. i.». allowed, but 1:1 tins case there i. no discount.

GAS I JUiCE.

The merest dash of cinnamon in a cup •of chocolate cr it is poured is said to add a piouar.t and u'u5istinjin:-hablo flavor.

The Japanese national i'".. is a pebbly compound ot .sv.\:ot beans and hail stoneInstead of ice cream perfumed snow is served.

A little cohl lea added to a sliced apple pio will, it. is said, add to its general relish and delect ability. The lea should be poured light ly over t':e apples just before the upper crust is put. on.

Fruits, to do their best work, should bo eaten cither on an empty stomach or simply with bread. In the morning beforo the fast of tho night has been broken they serve as a natural stimulus to the digestive organs.

A new way of serving raisins at a lunch table is to wrap liein in bay lea ves and then bake them in the oven, when they Acquire an aromatic, laste. Serve them in tlieso wrappers, side by side, with salted almonds.

RIDER HAGGARD'S SNUB.

A popular dvuibl of his veracity probably fcept liider Ilauarnrd out of parliament.— New "York Recorder.

Mr. liider 1 Tagrrard did not fret into parliament, but ho did get material for a now thrilling novel.—New York World.

American politics maybe roiurh, but the mosses do not throw clods at a candidate nnd his wife.—Cincinnati Tribune. liider Haggard has his revenge in his .jown bands. He can write another harrowing K.-iTir story, hon«h it would appear that, the Knglirh public docs not l.albr lum «s much as it did.—Boston Herald.

What an irony of fate that tho man whose imagination brought forth the wonderful punishments recorded in "She." should be subjected to plebeian vegetables •and ancient eggs thrown by an enraged populaco!—Kansas City Journal.

HAVANA FILLERS.

South American news begins to laste of .«tabasco and Chile sauce.—Erie Dispatch. The Spaniards seem to have made some gains in Cuba. They apparently bold tho telegraph offices.—Boston Journal.

One of tho things worth noticing is the amount of suppressing that a Cuban revolt can survive.—Washington Star.

Tho Cubans may not be entitled to belligerent rights, but they certainly aro in possession of a large stock of belligerent actions.—Pittsburg Dispatch.

THE TROLLEY.

The Juggernaut has merely changed Its jiamo. We call it the trolley now.—Washington Star.

If jou are really tired of life, move to Brooklyn, and the trolley car will do th« retft.—Palmyra Journal.

It'g a race now between the gasoline

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and the trolley car as to which shall bo credited with the larger number of fhvttbs. The trolley, however, is apparent-

In the lead.—Cedar Rapids Republican.

VERSE.

GEMS

"Hustle."

You may tell that story about- the hare And tortoise as of® as you will. I know that tho man who "hurtles" gets there

Ahead of the one who sits still.

Of course he stumbles who goes too fast, But 1 'a rather blunder and fall. Yet reach my goal somehow at last,

Than never get there at all.

The slow, methodical, cautious man, Who is always decrying haste, Who never achieves, but is great to plan—

Well, he isn't the man to my taste.

In watchmj mankind I have noted the fact, And 1 hold it a truth indeed, To be rapid in thought and stead}' in act

Is the very beat way to succeed. —Ella Wheeler Wilcox.

My Kingdom.

My mmd to me a kingdom is. fcjuch perfect joy therein I And As far exceeds all earthly bliss

That God or nature hath assigned. Thouch much I want that most would have, Yet still my mind forbids to crave.

Content I live, this is my stay: I seek no more than may suffice I press to bear no haughty sway

Lookl What I lack my mind supplies. Lo, thus I triumph like a king, Content with what my mind doth bring.

I see how plenty surfeits oft, And hasty climbers soonest fall. I sec that such as sit alolt

Mishaps doth threaten most of all. These get with toll and keep with fear. Such cares my mmd could never bear.

Some have too much, yet stnl they crave I little have, yet seek no more. They are but poor, though much they have,

And 1 am rich with little store. They poor, I rich they beg, I give They lack, I lend they pine, 1 live.

I laucrh not at another's loss I gru'h.'e ii'it at another':1 gain. No worlulv wave my mmd can toss 1 bi'uok that is another's bane. I fear no toe nor tawn on Inead. I loathe not lite, nor ilreuu mine end.

I wish but what 1 have at will I wander not to seek lor more I like tho plain, I climb no hill

In greatest storms I sit on shore And laugh at them that toil vain To get what must be lost again.

My wealth is health and perfect «aso, My conscience clear my chief detense. I never seek by bribes to please,

Nor by desert to give offense. Thus do I live, thus will I die. Would all did so as well as 1. —William Bj-rd.

To the Ghost of Sherlock Holmes. When Sherlock Holmes, ingenious man, pursued his strange career, We studied his adventures with a sympathy sincere, Although in time his victories monotonous became, Because his base opponents never won a single game.

He caught his latest criminal, and then at last —he died. ''We mourn him, we lament him, but it's time he went," we cried. Ah, foolish words! Soon after wo regretted him, dismayed To find he'd left a family to carry on the trade.

They swarm in every magazine each journal I with them teems, Detecting obvious criminals by very obvious schemes,

Adapting to their purposes devices long ago I Invented by the master hand of great Gaboriau.

iTes, Sherlock Holmes is dead and gone, butstill other shapes We meet the old detective whom no criminal escapes. The hateiul "strange occurrence" or "liiysterious all air Still, still infests the magazines a: id drives us to despair.

Oh, ghost of j!r. fchcrlock Holmes, please mercitullv kill These siiiiiii' les imitators of your Iranseendcut sJnll, Or haunt the homes of editors and pointedly siue/' st That lieiionary criminals mi'-rlrt- bo allowed a

—St. James Budget.

What It Mutter?

It matters little Caere I was born Or it' my parents were rich or poor, Whether they shrank at the cold world's scorn

Or walked u: the pride ot wealth secure. I Eut whether 1 live an lr.nest. man And hold my integrity iirm my clutch, I tell you, brother, plain as 1 am,

It matters much I

It matters little how long I stay In a world ot sorrow, sin and care, Whether youth I am called away

Or live till my bones and pate are bare. But whether I do the best 1 can To soften the weight of adversity's touch On the faded cheek or my tellow man,

It matters much I

It matters little where lx« my grave, Or on the land or on the sea, By purling brook or 'neath stormy wave,

It matters little or nauuht to me. But whether the angel Death comes down And marks my brow with his loving touch As one that shall wear the victor's crown,

It matters much I —From the Swedish.

Tlio Closing Century.

As one who, an .used 1 l'om sleep, hears fur away Tho closing strokes ot some cathedral bell Tolling tho hour, strives all in vain to tell If denser grows the night or pales the day, bo we, roused to life's brief existence, say (We on whose waking talis a century's knell), Is this the deepening dusk ot years, the tell And solemn midnight or the morning gray? We stir, then sleep again—a little sleep! (Howbeit undistui lied by another's ring!) For, though measured with time, a century Is but a vanished hour tolled on the deep, Yet what is time itself? "J'IS but a swing Ot tho vast pendulum of eternity. I —Century.

What Every Trover Thinks.

I That the maid that ho wooes is the fairest Ot all that the solemn stars see I That lier voice is the richest and rarest I Ot all that havo been or will be

That her step wlicai she walks is the lightest That her movements are made with more case Than the Hag's whim it nods to the zephyr,

Or fern's when it bends to tho breeze.

That her tresses by far are sleekest E'er seen si nee the launch ot the .ark, And her eyes when she sighs are the meekest

That ever made mankind their mark That her brow is tho noblest and purest That Tim.-, the gray scribe, e'er wrote on, And her lips when she smiles just the sweetest

A lover's e'er feasted upon.

That the tenets she holds are the soundest Of which this old world ever heard, And her logical lore tho profoundest,

Though others may deem it absurd That the songs thut she sings are the dearost Of gems ever strewed upon earth, And she of all treasures the grandest

Since treasures and pleasures hud birth. —Alfred E. Hostel ley.

We look before and after and pine for what is not. Our sincerest laughter with some pain ia franght Our sweetest songs are those which tell of saddest thought. —Shelley.

Soul Stirring Songs That Inspired the Soldiers.

army, and it doubtless contributed to that result. At first tho stanzas appeared anonymously in the New York Evening Post of July Hi, lSt5~\ and the authorship was attributed to William Cullen Bryant and thon to Julia Ward Howe. Subsequently it became known that the author was Mr. James Sloane Gibbons, a nativo of Wilmington. Del., but a resident of New York city. He was an ardent abolitionist, and for a lime was one of tho editors of Tho Antislavory .'-tandard. The words aro as follow?

We arc coming, Father Abraham, Tnrce hundred thousand more, From Mississippi's winding stream

And from New England's shore. We leave our plows and workshops, Our wives and children dear, With hearts too full for utterance,

With but a silent tear. We dare not look behind us, But steadfastly before— We arc coram}'. Father Abraham,

Three hundred thousand more.

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We are coming, we aro coming, Our Union to restore We are coming, Father Abraham,

Three hundred thousand more We are comin: Father Abraham, Three hundred thousand more.

If you look across the hilltops That meet the northern sky, Long, moving lines ot rising oust

Your vision may descry, And now the wind an instant. Tears the cloudy veil aside And lioats our snaiv-ded ilag trlory and in pride, And bayonets the sunlight gleam

And li:mds brave music pour. We are ee.-umg. Father Abraham, Three hundred thousand more.

"MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA." Although written late in tho war, probably no song commemorating tho struggle or intended to inspire tho troops has a stronger foothold in the hearts of the people than "Marching Through Georgia." In tho very melody is an expression of enthusiasm that even after 30 years makes the song dear to tho hearts of the old soldiers and sets their feet to keeping time with the music. That tho sentiment of the Grand Army of the Republic is in its favor was well illustrated by an old backwoodsman in an Ohio post. Ho was dressed, so tho story goes, in a faded suit of homespun, and his shaggy head was surmounted by a greasy, broad brimmed hat. In his right hand he was carrying a small sized cord wood stick as a cane. .But after he had traveled a couple of miles it was plain that tho strain wa3 beginning to tell on the old fellow.

Ho was traveling at a go-as-you-pleasa rate, when his commander, anxious to make a good appearance with his post on dress parade, stepped up to him and said, "Say, Tom, keep

step you are throwing out the whole line." "Cap, bow kin a feller keep step to that music!'" he replied, pointing to tho band leading tho lino with pop

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The cap'ain laughed and turned away, held a moment conversation with the, leader of the hand, and the introductory notes of the next, piece caused the old fellow to straighten up. IIis cudgel waved about like the baton of a drum major, and a little larer a thousand feet, were coming down as one, the fatigue of tho march was forgotten, and a thousand voices were joined in the rousimr chorus. Tho words of tho ianior.s song were written by Henry C. Work. He was born in Midi!letown, Conn., in and died in Hartford June 8, 18S-1:

Bring the good old bmrle, boys, We'll s'.ng another song— Sing it. with a spirit

Tliat will start tho world along— King it as we used to sing it, Fifty thousand strong— While we're marching through Georgia.

CIIOIU'S.

Hurrah! Hurrah! wo sing the jubilee! Hurrah! Hurrah! the liag that makes us free! bo we sang the chorus, iroin Atlanta to the sea, While we were marching through Georgia.

How the darkies shouted When they heard the joyful sound! How the turkeys gobbled

Which our commissary found! How the sweet potatoes even Started from the ground While we were marching through Georgia 1

"Sherman's dashing Yankee boys VM II never roach the coast

So tho saucy rebels said, And 'twas a handsome boast, Had they not forgot, alas,

To reckon with the host, While we were marching through Georgia.

So we made a thoroughfare For freedom and her train, Sixty miles in latitude,

Three hundred to the mam. Treason lied before us, For resistance was vain, While we were marching through Georgia.

"WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME." A favorite among tho boys in tho army as well as in tho social circles at home is known far and near by tho above titlo. The song was written by tho late Patrick Sarsfleld Gilmoro, famous as tho loader of tho band which bears his name. It has also been ascribed to Mr. Louis Lambert. Whatever may bo tho merit of tho words, however, tho song owes its popularity to tho rollicking tuno which has long been known as "Johnny, Fill Up tho Bowl:" When Johnnie comes marching homo again,

Hurrah! Hurrah!

We'll give him a hearty welcome then, Hurrah I Hurrah 1 The men will cheer, the boys will shout.

The ladies they will all turn out, And we'll all feel gay When Johnnie comes marching home.

The old church bell will peal with joy. Hurrah 1 Hurrah! To welcome home our darling boy,

Hurrah I Hurrah 1

The village lads and lassies gay, With ros«B they will strew the way, mit And we'll all feel gay When Johnnie comes marching home.

SONGS OF AFFECTION.

Brief reference has been made to "Annie Laurie" as a sentimental song that became popular in the English army during the Crimean war. So, during our own struggle, pathetic words were allied to touching music and sung around tho cainpfires and domestic firesidos. One of these, "Tenting on the Old Camp Ground," is still remembered by the old soldiers both of tho north and .south, and

may yet be heard in ^nany a home circle. It was composed bv Walter Kittr«*dg8, who was born in Merrimac, N. II., Cct. S, lfe:53, and known as a public singer and writer of songs and ballads. Having been drafted in 18(52, ho was preparing to go to the front when the words and music occurred to him, and in a few minutes ho transcribed them to paper. At lirst tho song was refused by music publishers, but it is said that when published its sale reached hundreds of thousands of copies:

TENTING ON THE OLD CAMP GROUND. We're tenting tonight on the old camp gro'iiacl. Give us a song to cheer Our weary hearts—a song of home

And friends we love so dear.

CHORUS.

I Many are the hearts that are weary tonight, 'Wishing for th.i war to cease. Many are the hearts looking for the right,

To see tho dawn of peace. I Tenting tonight, tenting tonight, I Tenting on the old camp ground.

I We've been touring tonight on the old camp ground, Thinking of days trone by,

Of the loved ones at homo that gave us the lr'.zid And the tear that said "goodby." We are tired of war on tIK old camp ground.

Many are dead nu gone Ot the brave and true who left their homes Others have been wounded long.

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Gome are and some are dying I Many aro ::i tears.

Among the authors of the time was the late Charles C. Sawyer of Brooklyn, to whom we aro indebted for the following, 'which quickly found its way across the lines and became popular in tho south. lb was written in the autumn of 1HI51, and inoro than 1,000,000 copies have been sold:

WHEN THIS CIpUEL WAR IS OVER. Dearest love, do you remember When we last did meet.

How you told me that you loved me, Kneeling at my feet? Oh, how proud you stood before me,

In your suit of blue, When you vowed to me and country Ever to be true.

CHORUS.

Weeping, sad and lonely, Hopes and fears, how vain 1 Yet praying, when this cruel war is over.

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Praying that we meet again I

When the summer breeze is sighing Mournfully along, Or when autumn leaves are falling,

Sadly breathes the song. Oft in dreams I see thee lying Oil the battle plain. Lonely, wounded, even dying,

Calling, but in vain.

WHO WILL CARE FOR MOTHER NOW? Why am I so weak and weary? See how faint my heated breath.

All round to me seems darkness. Toll me, comrades, is this death? .Ah, how well I know your answorl

To n:v fate I meekly bow, If you'il only tell me truly \\ho will care for mother now?

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Boon with angels I'll be marehinir, With bri'.'hfr l.'Ui'els on my brow I have lor my eountry ta'.len.

Who writ can• for mother now?

Who v/iU comfort her 111 sorrow?-. Vhu v'.ll dvv t!itailing tear— Geni'y sii'ioo-!i in i' wrinkled lorehead?

Who will whisper words ot cheerV Ei'i :i v.-I think I see her !\':.vhr.y\ pravuisf for me—how CVl I

Who will care tor mother now?

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And my mamle-be The sky. Hasten, comrades, to the battle, I will like a soldier die. Soon wnh angels 1

Other touching songs of affection hat, belong to this group are "Mother, I've Come Homo to I)iV "lirother's Fainting at tho Door" ami "The Vacant Chair." Tho latter, by Henry S. Washburn, is still a favorite throughout tho country:

THE VACANT CHAIR.

We shall meet, but wo shall miss him There will be one vacant chair Wo shall linger to caress him

While we breathe our evening prayer. When, a year ago, we gathered, Joy was in Ins mild blue eye, But a golden chord is severed,

And our hopes in rums lie.

CllOKUS.—Wo shall meet, etc.

At our fireside, sad and lonely, Often will the bosom swell At remembrance of the stovy

How our noble soldier fellHow he st rove! to bear our banner Through the thickest of the fight And upheld, our country's honor

In tho strength of manhood's might.

True, they tell us wreaths of glory Evermore will deck his brow, But this soothes the anguish only

Sweeping o'er our heartstrings now. Sleep today. O early fallen, Tn thy green and narrow bed! Dirges from the pine and cypress

I...:igle with the tears wo shed.

Amoii-r tho songs commomorativo oC tho death -f Colonel Kphraim E. Ellsworth was tho fo:lowing:

OF ELLSWORTH.

Down v,' re the patriot army, Near I .... mac's side, Guards tk nous cause of freedom,

Gallant I.i: ^vorth died. Brave was the noble chieftain, Who at his Co-.atr.v's call Hastened to the ii,-Id of battle

And was the iir.-it to fall,

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Strike, freemen, tor the Union Sheathe your swords no more While remains in arms a traitor

On Columbia's shore.

First to fall, tliou youthful martyr, Hapless was thy fate Hasten we as thy avengers

From thy nativo state. Speed we on from town to city, Not for wealth or fame, But because we love the Union

And our Ellsworth's name.

HUMOR IN SONG.

Humor had its place among the war Eongs as well as sentiment and martial spirit. Henry C. Work, the author of "Marching Through Georgia," wrote:

GRAFTED INTO THE ARMY.

Our Jimmy has gone to live in a tent They have gyafted him into the army.

lie JTnaiiy pneftcrea up courage ana went When they grafted him into the army. I told them the child was too young. Alas, At tho captain's forequarters they said he would pass— They'd train him up well in the infantry clasf—

So they grafted him into the army. cuoitus. Dh, Jimmy, farewell! Your brothers fell:

Way down in Alabarmy thought tlioy would spare a lone widder'a heir, But they grafted him into the army.

Dressed up in his unicorn, dear little chap! They have grafted him into the army. It seems but a day since he sot on my lan,-

But they have gratted him into the army. And those are the trousi, lie used to wear— Them very same buttons—the patch and the tear— But Uncle Sam gave him a brand new pair When they graitod lnm into the army.,

Rhymesters in tho army were not nniv numerous, but never without a theme. Sometimes ii concerned a company, ut others a regiment or brigade. For instance, a certain Chicago company, having distinguish itself at Shiloh, adopted a song tho refrain of which, sung to the. rollicking air, "Tho Leg of a Duck," announced to their comrades that

Company has shown the way, IJully for you! Bully for you! Tour turn's coming some other day,

Bully for you! Bully for you!

Every popular tuno in vogue was appropriated that suited tho passing whim of the merry soldiers. "Ob, Dear, What. Can tho Matter Ut!/" "Vivo l'Aniour," "Wo Won't. Go Home 'i'ul Morninu," "Such a Climbintr I*]) stairs," Philadelphia Gals, Won't You Come Out Tonight.'" ".•shoo Fly," "Old Uncle Ned" and a score of others aro members ot this family. Hero is one of tho lavorites sung to the tune of "Tho Low Hack Car," by Miles O'lieilly:

SA:.U O AS A SOLDIER.

Some tell us it is a burnim: shame To make the naygurs ti ht, And that the trade ot being kilt

Belongs to but the white. But as tor me, upon mv sowl, So liberal are we IK re I'll let Sambo be murthered in placo oE myself

On every day in the year.

CUOItITS.

On every dav ill tne year, boys, And every hour in the day, The right to be kilt I'll divide with him,

And divil a word I'll say.

The men who object to Sambo Should take lus place and fight, And it's better to have a naygur's hue

Than a liver that's wake and white. Though Sambo's black as the ace of spades, His lingers a thrigger can pull. And his eye runs straight oil the barrel sights

From under his thatch of wool.

CJIOKUS.

So hear me all, boys, darlings, Don't think I'm tipping you chaff, The right to be kilt I'll divide wid him,

And give him the largest half.

"The Year of Jubilee" was an especial favorite and many a time has beguiled the boys on their march:

THE YEAR OF JUBILEE.

Bay, darkies, hab you seen do massa, Wul do muffstash in his face, Go long do road some time dis mornin

Like he's srwme to leave de place? He seen do smoke way up de ribber, Where de Lmcum gunboats lay: He took his hat, an he lof' berry sudden,

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Goodby. jMass' .Teff, goodby Mis'r Stephens, 'Souse dis nv-rcrah tur takm his leavms, 'Spcot party soon you'll hour Uncle Abram's Coining, coming—Ilail mighty diy I

Ooodbv, lianl work, wid never any pay, I'zo H-gwine up north where de good folks say Dat white wheat bread and a dollar a day Are coming, coming—Hail mighty day!

Oh, I've got a wife and I've got a baby, Livm lip yonder 111 Lower C'anady, Vion't vy laugh when ley see 01.• Shady A-comu:g, comim —Jiail mighty day! :-:.v

WiiKixiNii, W Va., Antr. M.—Engineer Clemens (5. Arns was killed and eight ears and one engine dennr.i.shed a freight, wreck 011 tho Ikilmnoro and. Ohio jit Cameron, 20 miles south of here. The wreck was caused by a rear collision, one train plowing clear through the oilier 011 a down grade. Arns was i5S years old. Tho loss to the railroad company will be about $12.000

Dropped Dead.

CHICAOO, Aug. 14.—Walter Mattocks, a wealthy lawyer of this city, dropped dead at the Calumet club yesterday. Ho had complained of feeling badly for the last two or three days. He was 40 years old and a butchelor.

Tailors' Strike Filially Off.

Nrcw YOKK, Aug. 14.—Tlio tailors' etrike was formally declared off last night by tho strikers. Thirty contractors signed agreements today leavfng but 40 in the cold.

A correspondent wants to Know wnocner soda water Is 6 better drink than loe water in summerf" Well, we should wink 1 —Chicago Dispatch.

The itimmer is on the wane and the news comes a little late, bat It is nevertheless gratifying to know that the annnal snake milking the annual oow again, this year In Kansas and in Connecticut.— Boston Herald.

Unless you want to buy your Tinware at hard-time prices. We art prepared to make any aud ill kinds of Tinware.

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