Indianapolis Journal, Indianapolis, Marion County, 19 December 1884 — Page 5

81,000 FOR A BRUISED HEART. A. Breach of Promise Suit that Recalls That of “Baruell vs. Pickwick.” Boston Special. The wind-up, fit Salem, to-day, of the RaddinCurrier breach of promise case was accompanied by more fun than is usually heard in a courtroom. A few more letters, that could hnrdlj r be described as amatory, written by Mr. Currier to Miss Raddin. were read, and that closed the evi donee. Kx-Attorney-eeneral Charles R. Train then made tho closing argument for the defendant He argued that there was nothing in the evidence to show that tho intercourse between the defendant and the plaintiff had been anything moro Ihan a proper social friendship. He made a caustic analysis of the letters, which began, on the part of his client, on Aug. 1. 1881, and closed on Dec. 19, 1831. Ho desired the jury to study the letters. They all began, ‘‘Dear friend,*’ and closed, “Yours truly” or “Yours. O. S. C.,” and there was nothing in them to indicate any attachment toward matrimony or anything that should grow into matrimony. “They all show,*’ he said, “that this lady, who was paying attention to my client [laugh ter], was very* sweet on him when he was away, for she apparently had nobody else when he was gone. All of these letters show one thing—that it was she who whs crawling after him, and not he after her. They all began ‘My dear friend.* Why. bless your souls, gentlemen,” said tho counsel,” when I was courting a girl I put it a deal stronger than that, [Laughter ] The ‘dear friend,* and leaving off with ‘Yours truly’ aro about as chilly as a car re fiigerator.” Counsel read a letter from the plaintiff which closed “Yours with respects,” and included au invitation to spend Christmas at Cliftondale. “Ah, yes, gentlemen, there it is,” he said. M ‘Will you walk into my parlor? said the spider to tho fly.’ Mr. Currier called upon her. but it does not appear that ho carried any testimonial of his regard—not even a package of ten cent lozenges nor a cake of ivory soap—in proof of his love. ” The 1882 letters were analyzed as showing the same average sentiment between the parties, and the counsel picked out one which was signed “Yours, etc., O. S. C.,’’ and asked the jury to say whether that was the way an engaged man signed himself to his affianced. “From Sept,. 4, 1882, to Jan. 1. 1883,” he continued, “there wasn’t a scrap of a letter between them. He didn’t give her a handkerchief. She gave him a fern leaf when he went up home Thanksgiving to see Ins parents in Now liainp shire. He didn’t take her with him. and that was die first thing a New England young man would do when he went home to see the old folks; hut bo didn’t do it. What do we find as the preparations for the marriage? Why, that she had two tidies, two rugs, and a dozen or so of jollies. I suppose she thought they would sleep on the rugs, cover themselves up with the tidies, and live on the jellies.” (Laughter, during which the sheriff rapped vainly for order.] Mr. Train closed by arguing that there was a clear case of fraud agaiust his client, and that the charge was trumped up against him. William R. Niles, tho plaintiff’s counsel, had a hard task before him to turn the tide; but he announced that ho would present tho case so that the jury would lc- ve the court room with nothing but terms of praise for the modesty, the dignity, the truthfulness, and the moderation of the plaintiff. He then sketched the case from tho first introduction at Cottage City, ridiculing the testimony of the defendant, that the ladies of the cottage asked for the introduction. and his posing as “a Christian gentleman, and a citizen of prominence.” He com pared tho testimony of each of the parties as to its claim for veracity. Taking up the letters, he said: “Here, gentlemen, is this old man. grizzled and gray, who for forty-eight years had been traveling up and down this universe, intruding a letter into this young woman’s house asking for a correspondence. In his noble charitable purpose he travels on the Sangus branch and planks his feet out at Cliftondale, and goes past this lady’s father’s store. His charity never took him there, but be kept on to her home. This man says there was no sentiment about his friendship, and yet in every letter talks about the effulgent moonlight, at Cottage City.” Mr. Niles wound up in a heart-rending climax, which evidently made a deep impression on the jury. Even the charge by Judge Pitman occasioned frequent smiles. In computing damages he instructed the jury that they must consider the age of the plaintiff (thirty-one years), the effect upon her chances of marrying hereafter, and also the pecuniary damage involved in “the loss of such a husband.” The jury took the case and wore gone an hour only. They returned with a verdict of $4,000 for the plaintiff. Mr. Currier heard the announcement with an expression of disgust and indignation. The fair plaintiff walked out of the court room with a triumphant smile ou her face.

CONVERTING BUZZARDS. Praying for Outlaws in a Wild, Weird Cog Cabin on the Welsh Mountain. New Holland ( Pa.) Special. For some time past the good people of Conestoga and Pequea valleys have been discussing the project of converting the Buzzard band of outlaws, and the many thieves infesting the Welsh Mountains. Rev. J. S Lame, pastor of the Honey Brook Methodist Episcopal Church, and Price Z. Supplee, a prominent nurseryman, undertook the pioneer missionary labor by distributing tracts among the denizens of Briertown. Lousetown, "the Sassafras,” and "the H&ndboards.” These localities are occupied by squatters. Two meetings were duly announced for open public service, and the last one was held in the colored meeting-house near "the Handboards,” a weird, arid spot on the top of the Welsh Mountains, near the main road dossing the mountain. The meeting house is a log building with a high stoop in front. The build big proper rests on logs driven into the ground. The room is fifteen by eighteen feet, and lighted up with pheap oil lamps and caudles in tin holders. Into this room assembled a motley gather ing. the white and black denizens of ‘‘the Sassafras,” and other localities above named. At first Messrs. Lame and Supplee wero looked upon as detectives by these rough and sturdy mountaineers, because all strangers * are looked upon as officers of the law. When they were assured that all was straight, they attended without fear. It is said that Abe Buzzard was there, together with Frankford. the desperate jail-breaker, and that both mon took part in the service. Abe Buzzard has a reputation for good singing and enthusiastic praying, because it is a notorious fact that he took part in prayer meetings on the Ephrata hills when his band was carrying on the most desperate robberies ever committed in this section of the State, Both Buzzard and Frank.ord kept in the background at the meeting, and only a few knew of their actual pres ence. "We don’t want it reported to the officers that Abe and Frankford are attending these meetings.’ - said a rough-looking backwoodsman. "If it’s found out. the detectives might try to scoop ’em in in open meeting. If they do that. Lord help the innocent people. 1 know there will be shooting, because Abe and Frarikford carry four revolvers apiece in their belts, and they will fight to death. These mountain meetings will be continued. There is no burglary going on now, but the people in both valleys do not have much confidence in religion among the Buzzard outlaws. Mr. E. D. Kutz. of this place, returned from the mountain to day. and he stated that a searching party stopped at a frame shanty* on the brow of a hill. A tall, woll-fonned man held their horse. They found nothing. When fifty yards away the man coolly told them he was Buzzard, but they rapidly drove away. Auctioneer Jacob Werfel and drover Jacob Keller, both of this place, were crossing the mountain and were stopped by the outlaw, armed from head to foot. When ho learlied that they were not. detectives they were allowed to pass. Buzzard s companions were in ambush not far away. There will he a Wednesday evening prayer westing in the log cabin near the race course! on the mountain owued by Mr. Talbot, of West Chester, at which Abe will be present. He is understood to have said that he will lead in the singing if a half dozen detectives are present, and that if they want to disturb the meeting he’> willing, but he’d prefer they'd do it when the rest of the folks had gone. The outlaw’s fathei was a bravo soldier in the war. and a great prayer meeting man, who stood no uoucsensc Abe oays he takes after the old man. Why Not, Indeed? Washington Post. The State Reformatory for Women in Indiana has amply demonstrated’the wisdom not only of wholly separating the sexes in prison, but of

special efforts at reclamation in the case of female convicts; but. if reform measures are found to be so efficacious in the one case, why should not reform, as well us punishment, be made au object in the other? STITCH, STITCH, STITCH. The Poor Sewing-Women of Now York City Who Sing tho Song of the Shirt. New York Herald. When Thomas Hood’s poetic soul, angered at the inhuman manner in which indigent English seamstresses were treated by their employers, inspired him to produce his immortal “Song of the Shirt,” England responded to his cry for justice and vowed that tho evils which ho deplored should be at least mitigated, if not abolished. A similar appeal to humanity seems to bo desirable in this city just at present, at least if one is to judge from the heart-rending story which a prominent merchant told a Herald reporter yesterday afternoon. “Six dollars "and fifty-three cents is nice payment for making 291 shirts, is it not?” was tho indignant question, as he pulled a pay-book from his pocket and showed the figures in black and white. ‘*No, lam wrong; the estimable employers paid $7.75, but you must deduct from that $1.22 lor car fares, and then you have s<>.s3 for making 291 shirts. Who was fool enough to accept the job? I’ll tell you. A man came here from Silesia about fifteen months ago. with his wife and two children. He is a bright, intelligent fellow, about forty years old. and has worked for some years on a railroad in Germany. He brought with him two sewing machines, and he and his wife managed to support themselves for some, months by making shields and caps. When the demand for these articles ceased ho sought other employment, but was unable to find any. At last a friend told liim that a firm in East Fifty third street would bo willing to employ him at making shirts. He jumped at the idea, went to the firm, got the material for the shirts und set to work at once, after he had provided himself with cotton thread and other necessaries. That was on Nov. 20. From that day until Dec. 9. he raid his wife an 1 another woman, who provided a third sewing machine, worked from oin the morning to 11 at night, and at the end of the time they had finished 291 shirts and had received $7.75. “He lived in Brooklyn, at a considerable distance from the ferry, and had to pay a considerable sum in car fares. The agreement was that he should receive thirty cents for every dozen shirts, and on Nov. 20 he took three shirts to his employers, expecting to be paid at tho rate of two cents and a half a shirt. But how could he be paid the odd half cent? Would his employers be magnanimous enough to give him eight cents instead of seven and a half? Quite the contrary. They paid him seven cents instead of seven and a half cents, his lawful due. On Dec. 3he took eight dozen shirts to his employers, and received $2.10; on the sth he took another eight dozen, and received $2.64, the increased wages being accounted for by the fact that these shirts required to be finished better than the others, and on the 9th he took a third eight dozen, and received the same amount as for the preceding lot. “I saw him after he had taken his last eight dozen, and he told me his story. I got his paybook from him and showed it to several influential gentlemen of this city. Knowing the price they have to pay for shirts, they could hardly believe that anj r employer would bo so mean as to ask men and women to make them for 24 cents each. I told them that the man’s wife could not support her children on such starvation wages, ana was obliged to get coal, ten and money from some charitable ladies in Brooklyn. I then went to a prominent labor bureau and requested the proprietor not to recommend any man or woman, however badly off be or she might be, to take employment from this firm at such a rate of payment, and finally I promised the man whose case attracted my attention to the matter to do my best to get him sorao job better than that one. He is an honest man, and he says that it would break his heart to see his children selling newspapers on the street. That was the reason why he accepted such badlypaying work. If the Heralu will only give due prominence to this story Hood’s hopes may be realized in this city You remember how ho says— And in a voice of dolorous pitch, (Would that its tones could reach the rich) She sang tho song of the shirt. “Not even the most stony-hearted employer would dare to pay a man and two women for thirteen days’ labor such a miserable sum as this firm paid Regen and his fellow-workers, if the matter were known to the public.”

REMINISCENCES OF BEECHER. An Old Brooklyn Man's Recollections of the Great Preacher. Interview in New York Morning Journal. "How long have you known Mr. Beecher 1 *” “Since 1847, when he first came to Brooklyn, lie was then a slight, ruddy-coraplexioned, lonerhaired young fellow of about thirty-five. I heard him preach his first sermon in Plymouth Church. Mr. Beecher had come to New York from Indiauapolis to attend some meetings, and he was invited to visit Brooklyn and preach in Plymouth Church, which had just been built. He had only a fair audience on the Sunday morning, but at night the house was crowded. I was at the subsequent meeting at Mr. Bowen’s house when it was decided to call Mr. Beecher, and from that day to this I have been an attendant upon his ministrations. "I>o I remember his trip to Europe while the war was in progress? Indeed I do. I spent an hour with him the night before ho sailed. “‘I am afraid,’he said to me,‘that my mis sion to England will boa failure. . The sympathy of the British aristocracy for the Southern oligarchy seems to have pervaded all classes in the mother country. It will be very hard for me, I am persuaded, to secure a respectful hearing for the claims of the North.” “ ’But your cause is a just one, Mr. Beecher,’ I suggested. “ ‘That’s true, he replied.’ ‘and a man with a mission such as 1 have undertaken cannot fail for the lack of courage. My convictions will sustain me.’ "And they did,” added the old Brooklynite. “Mr. Beecher spoke soon after he reached England, in Free-trade Hall, Manchester. He was hissed and hooted out. Some weeks later, after advocating the cause of the North in other cities, and particular in Exeter Hall. London, Mr. Beecher returned to Manchester and delivered another address in Free-trade Hall. He was greeted by an overcrowded house and was cheered to the echo. Mr. Beecher has several times told me that he regarded his successful efforts to bring Englishmen to properly understand the attitude of the North in our civil war, as one of the grandest achievements of his life.” "Do you think that age is having any weakening effect upon Mr. Beecher’s intellect?” "I regard him now as at his best. His mind has lost noue of its vigor, while his judgment, has ripened and become mature. I think his address on last Thanksgiving Day wag one of the grandest efforts of his life. His power as a preacher comes from the evident earnestness with which he speaks quite as much as his wonderful power of using apt similes.” "The happy family relations of Mr. Beecher have helped to create his strength as a preacher and speaker.” "Indeed they have. Mrs. Beecher is one of the most charming women in the world. She is good humor personified, and carries sunshine with her wherever she appears. Mr. Beecher’s home is always lit up by her smile, and he has no cares that she does not share. His sons worship their father. All live iu Brooklyn save one, who is on the Pacific slope. If it had not been for his home surroundings I believe Mr. Beecher would have broken down when the trouble of 1875 came upon him, but all through that great trial the loyalty of his wife and children supported him.” “I see it is said that Mr. Moulton, who died on Wednesday, may have left behind him some papers that will compromise Mr. Beecher.” “I don’t believe it Almost all the papers that the mutual friend had were used upon the Tilton trial, and those that were not introduced as evidence then were given by Moulton to Mrs. Beecher, so I am informed. The scandal can never bo revived again. It’s a noble vindication for the preacher that he has been able to live in Brooklyn ever since the trouble, and that he is more respected in that city to-day than ho ever was. ” Easy expectoration, increased power Os the lungs, and the subsidence of irritation, manifest from cessation of cough and the enjoyment of rest, are the rewards upon taking Dr. Bull’s Cough Syrup by all consumptive patients. Price, 25 cents.

Til 3 INDIAXAPOLiIS JOURNAL, FRIDA*, DECEMBER li>, 1884.

A PUBLIC WARMING-PLACE. An Opportunity for Philanthropists—Money Made by Keeping Old Papers. “Gath’s’’ New York Letter. In this great town to stand by a fire is a privilege. Strange that nobody has ever thought of having public fires in other places than a tavern. Hero i3 a philanthropy cheap and groat. It is cheap, because the tiro would only have to be kept burning to warm people duriug about five months of the year, and such a lire might be had almost any where, in some un rented warehouse or in an unoccupied basement. Another great distress in New York is the want of a piaco to sit down. In our public parks there is no house warmed for people to go in and sit. Our highest hospitality is a tavern or a station house. The cost of desk room in this city is quite an item to a plain man. The life insurance company to which I pay annual sweat notified me yesterday that for anywhere between sls and SIOO a year I might have a hole or a safe in the office, and that would allow me to step into a sort, of parlor they havo and write my letters. It occurred to me that sls would be rather cheap for a permanent place to sit down town. One goes down town perhaps twice a week, and ho is sure to stop somewhere, and that is generally the down-town club, or some mid-day restaurant, or parlor saloon. Half a dollar in any event must be spent, and this would amount in fifty weeks to $25. 1 forgot to say that the Catholic churches are generally kept warm for their poor people to go in and mingle warmth and religion. The Protestant churches remain shut up all the winter, and if one should use them for a funeral he would be expected to pay for heating up the church. These big houses, which pay no taxes, would have fewer critics if they would set up something human in the church during the week to employ the poor there. In town3 like this are people who would work a little at something light to be by a fire and have very plain food. All over New York are growing up boot-black parlors, which consist of basements where some enterprising colored man has got in a patent shoe-cleaning chair or two and an apprentice, and he shines boots at five cents, sells the papers at the entrance, and keeps old files of newspapers in the rear to satisfy curiosity. Igo to one of these places on Broadway and pay twenty-five cents for seven tickets, generally dosing a part of the tickets, but avoiding the temptation to pay more money than the shine costs by having the ticket. I found the boss, who was a large negro from Washington, with his head tied up and spectacles ou. Said I: “What is the matter with you?” “I don't know what it is. I reckon my nerves arc out of order. I have been picking away in the dark basement here over these old news paper files, aud I suppose I have strained my eyes. For awhile my eyes got granulated lids, and since the eyes got well the back of my head seems all sore.” Said I: “Don’t you think that in this basement you have got rheumatism, and have also hurt your eyes in tho imperfect light here?” “Maybe that’s so•” said he, “but I have lived in basements fourteen years.” As ho spoke I half suspected that lie slept in the basement, for there seemed some kind of a screen toward the rear. “I ain’t uevor been well since I come to New York to live,” said the black man. “This climate up this way don’t suit us. 1 was always strong, but I think lam giving away a little. I would get out of this basement.” said he. “if 1 knew where to go and get custom. But I have to pay $450 a year rent for this cellar.” I was struck with the amount of money for such accommodations. The cellar itself is probably right ou the ground and its supports already rotten, and the stairway to come down was narrow and awkward, and yet it commanded a rent equal to a good house in an ordinary town. The man hunted me up a newspaper which I only half wanted, and when I came to pay for it I saw there was some sense in keeping those old papers. The newspapers and dealers have a surplus of copies almost every day, and these men buy them for about the cost of the paper and carefully arrange them and put them aside. Suddenly a man who wants an advertisement to prove by a lawswfP. or a newspaper writer wants to get an article which he failed to preserve, or there is a lawsuit about some fact or advertisements, and they have to go to the obscure negro. Ho has a fixed rate, which is to charge the price on tho day it was issued, and to double it every month he has kept the paper. So he got from me fifteen cents for a three-months old paper, which was equal to three boot shines.

CLEVELAND’S BODY-GUARD. A Proposed Organization Which Fails to Organize. Washington Letter in Charleston News. As soon as the result of the late presidential election was determined, a number of gentlemen residing in this city undertook to organize a cavalry company to be known as the "President’s Mounted Guard.” Numerous meetings .have been held in prominent hotels, but nil attempts to perfect an organization have thus far failed. As is the case in almost every Washington organization, there are two factions, each seeking to control the affair. Some of the originators of the scheme imagine that they will have the entree to the White House when Mr. Cleveland takes up his abode there, on the ground that they are the President’s body-guard, consequently a bitter fight lias begun over the selection of a captain of the company. The leading aspirants for that honorable position are General Beverly Robertson, at one time a cavalry officer in the regular array, but afterward a staff officer in the confederate army, and Captain George A. Arraes, who has been in and out of the regular army several times, but is at present engaged in the real estate business. General Robertson moves iu the highest and best society, and is a conspicuous figure at fashionable germans and dancing receptions, because of his age and avoirdupois. The young mon contend that the General only seeks the place that he may don the uniform of the company and capture any emoluments In the way of social recognition that may be showered upon the commanding officer of the "President’s Mounted Guard.” Captain Amies is also objectionable, because ho has been "fired out” ot the army several times on the charge of being a disturbing element, and generally disagreeable as a companion and a comrade. It is also claimed that his eccentricities render him a most undesirable commander. Armes says lie is the father of the company, and. “unloss ho can bo captain he won’t play.” Ho does not stand very well at the War Department, which fact might operate against the company securing the usual cavalry equipment that is sometimes advanced to militia companies. Neither of the contestants appear inclined to yields so it is probable that the President will have to get along without a "body guard.”

WILLIAM HENKY SMITH. Something About theGe:ier:il Manager of the Associated Press. New York Tribnno. The agent of the Associated Press, the Hon. William Henry Smith, is a modest man. and less known, perhaps, to the New York people than those of the West, where he was a public officer in Ohio for five years, was Secretary of State, and was a collector of the port of Chicago. He is, I think, a connection or kinsman of General Arthur St. Clair, the first Governor of the Northwestern Territory, and is the historian of St. Clair, and his book on that subject was one of the first to draw the Western States into the collection of their arcana. Mr. Smith was the private secretary to Brough, one of the two war Governors of Ohio. Mr. Brough had been a newspaper reporter, a printer and has left a fine name in that State. Mr. Smith observed that there were hardly any historical records, but found in an old cupboard some few letters, nibbled by mite, and unindorsod. He took his leisure, and got these letters together, and filed them properly, and this was the begin ning of the collection of the early records of the parent State of the West. Next Mr. Smith began to collect the potraits of the Governors of Ohio, and this was continued by botli Governors Cox and Ilayes, and the collection is now the best in the United States. Acting on Mr. Smith’s example, Alfred T. Goodwin, assisted by Robert Clark, a Cincinnati publisher, obtained the St. Clair papers. As they were incomplete, Mr. Smith went to Wash ington and got the whereabouts of the missing ones, and he found an official diary of St. Clair’s territorial secretary, which Mr. Smith had trans cribed. Then the young amateur began to travel and to write, until Pennsylvania, Maryland and Virginia, during ten years, yielded up quaint old treasuras, and this time*, together with some thousands of dollars, Mr. Smith put out himself and prepared to writs tho political

history of the Northwest Territory. About that time it was announced that the State of Ohio meant to print for preservation the letters of General St. Clair, which had been purchased from his decendants. Ohio obtained Mr. Smith’s material and services, and in six months he prepared that remarkable book, not receiving a dollar from either tho State or tho publisher, and at the same .time he was conducting two largo offices. He had to work at night entirely on the book, which has been praised by men like E. B. Washbume, George Bancroft, and W. L. Stone. Arthur St. Clair, while one of our most unfortunate generals, was one of our most dutiful and sacrificing. He threw his fortunes in with the United States, and poverty was the reward of his old age, yet his name runs like a strong and venerable thread through the imperial thorno of the Northwestern States, which are to-day the seed and repository of republican society for this and every other country. A Journalistic Scavenger. Pittsburg Times. As the scavenger of tho American press, the Indianapolis Sentinel has contrived to so fully fill the field as to leave no room for any possible rival. It clings to the infamous scandal which it directed against the family of James G. Blaine with the tenacity of a ghoul to the plunder of a grave which he had desecrated. Even in the heat of tho campaign tho resort to this method of warfare was depreciated by every honest man, and resented by every decent person of both sexes. None but a dastard hand would have struck at Blaine through the heart of his wife and the mother of his children, and tho manliest act of his life was that by which he spared her and them the ignominy of an appearance in court to answer such a charge. In pursuing the allegation the Sentinel has nothing to gain but a notoriety, the bare contemplation of which is nauseating to well-ordered minds. That, however, it appears to revel in, and there only does it seem to bo vulnerable. Let it be stricken there, then. So long as its ignoble declarations are given the currency of publication by reputable newspapers it will continue them. Treat it aud them with the contempt each deserves, and both will soon sink into dishonorable oblivion. Bouncing tho Independents. Utica Observer. The Democracy is trying very hard to be grateful to the independent Republican press of New York city which helped to elect Cleveland. But there is a limit to our meekness. As we understood the motives of their action they joined us unconditionally to promote the honorable cause of good government. There was no understanding reached, so far as our knowledge extends, whereby the Democracy was pledged to take its orders from the recruits after victory had been achieved. Good government is what we promised-—no more—and we ask the poor privilege of going our own way without attaining the desired end. Persistence by the independent or “mugwump” press in its policy of assailing Hendricks and other leaders of his stamp will go far toward wiping out the debt of gratitude wo owe our late allies. One Pill Is a Dose. Chicago News. The Indiana papers agree that a presidential Cabinet without Mr. J. McDonald wouM be very much like the play of “Hamlet,” with the role of Hamlet omitted. Wouldn’t this be preferable to the play of “Hamlet,” with tho role of Hamlet doubled? There is grave likelihood that this Republic will get rather too much of Indiana during the next four years. Tho manner in which Mr. Hendricks starts out has led a good many thoughtful people to suspect that one Indiana pill is a dose. Indiana is very like limberger cheese—a little of it goes a long way. There is danger of overloading the national stomach with Indiana brains. Howgate’s Wife and Daughter. Washington Dispatch to Boston Herald. While the agents of the War Department are scouring the West for Howgate on the recently discovered scent, Mrs. Howgate. the wife of the fugitive, is keeping a small boarding-house here, and Miss Ida Howgate. his clever daughter, is au instructor in a military acadamy at Cleveland About a year ago she passed a fine examination before a civil service board of examiners, and was recently awarded a SI,OOO position in the department hero under it. but she declined it. She has made friends in Cleveland, and preferred to stay there.

No Wonder He Hated 'Em. Brooklyn Eagle. "Yes, sir,” said Mr. Thumbledork, "I hate the newspapers. I hate ’em. the blundering, malicious, stupid things. During my political career they published my name, friends and enemies alike, a thousand tin.es and never spelled it right, never spelled it so that my most intimate friends could tell whom it was meant for, but once.” “And that once?” “Was when I was hauled up and fined by the police judge for being found drunk and asleep in the street, with nothing but my hat and boots on.” Is This Official? Boston Herald. Governor Cleveland will hear no personal applications for office, but directs them all to be "filed in writing.” He will need several files as tall as the Washington monument if the rule is observed. They Know Mr. Davis. Pittsburg Times. General Sherman is losing no sleep because of Jeff Davis's railings. Neither are the people. They know a traitor will lie. Elegant holiday gifts at the Model Clothiug Cos. Winter’s death warrants are neglected coughs and colds. Thousands die at this season simply because they permit these ailments to take their fatal course instead of curing them .promptly, as they always might do, with Hale’s Honey of Horehound and Tar. Sold by all druggists. Pike’s Toothache Drops cure in one minute. Durkee's Salad Dressing and Cold Meat Sauce For all kinds of salads, fish, vegetables and cold meats. Cheaper and better than homemade. No sauce equal to it was ever offered. “Rough on Pain” Porous Plaster, for backache, pains in the chest, rheumatism. 25c. CHRISTMAS Is Looking Right at Us! And please remember we are ready with an Elegant Line, from Christmas Cards up. Come and see us. Wo are BOOKS EL LttJiS. Wo cannot furnish a steak or mutton-chop, but wc can furnish food for thr brain, and recreation that may require a call on the former place necessary. BOWEN, STEWART & CO., No. 18 W. Washington St. C. E.KREGELO& WHITSETT, FUNERAL DIRECTORS AND EMBALMERS. Telephone 56 L FREE AMBULANCE. Christinas and fa far Cards. The Finest and Largest Line of Cards in the State, at the Most Reasonable Prices. NOVELTIES in Christmas Tree Ornaments. HOILDAY PRESENTS suitable for everybody. open until 9 o’clock every evening. CHARLES MAYER & CO. 29 and 31 West Washington Street. BRUSH ELECTRIC EIGHTS Are fast taking the place of all obners in factories, foundries, machine shops and mills. Parties having their own power can procure an Electrio Generator and obtain much more light at much less cost than by any o;her mode. The incandescent and storage sys tem baa been perfected, making small lights for houses and stores huag wherever needed, and lighted at will, day or night. Parties desiring Generators or to form companies for lighting cities and towns, can sand to the Brush Electric Cos., Cleveland, 0., or to the un-lor signed at Indianapolis. J. CAV&N.

LOW PRICES DID IT. Our stores were crowded yesterday, and those persons who were fortunate enough to secure our Men’s Good Overcoats and Lined Jeans Pants at the low prices advertised were more than pleased with their purchases. We never copy; wo always lead in offering goods at lower prices than all others, and, what is more, we come out boldly and advertise the prices at which we shall sell our goods, so that every one may know that we do not make the pretense of underselling our competitors by secretly making prices to a few persons only, and then afterward asserting that we undersell others. We have already established ourselves in the confidence of this community as selling a far finer quality of clothing at lower prices than any other house in this State, which, of course, includes the slow-coach concern which for a number of years past has been making a feeble effort to attain that point in the public esteem which we have gained in a single year. For quotations of lowest prices in this market, always read carefully the advertisements of the MOD E L CLOTHING CO. are offering some rare bargains in our Finer Suits and Overcoats.

AMUSEMENTS. AGAIN! TO-NIGHT! Grand Saturday Matinee. THE LAUGHING HIT A RAG BABY! ByCHAS. H. HOYT, author of "A BUNCH OF KEYS,” given with a PERFECT COMEDY CAST! “One Huge Laugh from Beginning to End.” * T > 9 9 means K 5. _II> “STORM BEATEN.” The Great Christmas Week Attraction at this Home. Popular prices. Sale of seats opens this (Friday) morn- jtF iug at the theater box-office. w —■r CHRISTMAS WEEK Six nights, commencing Monday, Dec. 2*2. with GRAND CHRISTMAS MATINEE; also, Matinee Saturday afternoon, magnificent production of the Gorgeous spectacular Drama, MICHAEL STROGOFF Under the management of J. 11. Haverly. Popular Prices. Orchestra and orchestra circle, 75c; dress circle, 50c; family circle, 25c: gallery, 15c. Sale of reserved seats opens Friday morning, Dec. 19, at the theater box-office. Week of Dec. 15.—FLOWER MISSION FAIR. CWGrAVWRINI Corner Seventh Street and College Avenue. ATTR ACTIO NS FOR THIS WEEK. Friday Evening—NECK-TIE PARTY, the Largest Tie winning a pair of skates. Best floor in the city. Polite and gentlemanly instructors. Christmas Night—Gß \ND FANCY-DRESS CARNIVAL. No one permitted to take part without full costume. WIGWAM RINK! THURSDAY EVENING, DEC. 18. ORANGE RACE.

IN LESS THAN AWEEfc Christmas will be here. Come and see what I offer,! and the low prices at which they are offered. LACE}| CURTAINS, MOQUETTE and BRUSSELS CAR " ' <v PETS, Lambrequins, all kinds of Curtain Material, Oil Cloths, Rugs, etc. attention is called to my material fc Art Needlework—plushes, fringes, applique work table scarfs, table covers, sofa pillows, etc. Albert Gall.

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