Indianapolis Leader, Volume 1, Number 20, Indianapolis, Marion County, 27 December 1879 — Page 3

JOSIAR.

BT DELFHA. Things have come to a pretty pass The whole wide country over. When every married woman lias To hive a friend or lover; It ain't the way that I was raised. An' I haint node-Ire To have some feller poaln' round Instead of my Joslar. I never Rln forget the day That we went out a-waikln. An' sot down on the river bank An' kep ou hour a taislu': He twisted up my apron string An' folded it together, An' said he thought for harvest time Twas cur'us kind o' weather. The sun went down as we sot there Josiar seemed uneasy. An' mother sheb'gin to call; Loweezy ! oh, Loweezy !" Ah' then Joslar spofce right up. As I was Jas, a Martin, An'sald,"ijoweezy, what's the use Of as two ever pai tin'?" It kind o took ia by surprise. An yet 1 new 'twas coinin I'd heatd It all the summer long In every wild bee's buminlu'; I'd studied out the way I'd act, But law ! I conldn't oo it : I meant to hide my love from him, ln seems as if he knew it. And'lookln'down Into my eyes He must a seen tfce flro. An ever since that hoar I've loved An worshiped my Jasiar. I can't tell what the women mean Wh let men fool arouud 'em, Bellevln' all the nonsense that They ouly say to sound 'em ; I know, for one, I've never seen The man that I'd admire To havt a hangln' after me. Instead of ray Joslar. HOW JOE BROUGHT HOUSE. DOWN THE Marion Conant. in St. Nicholas. "Well, girls, there is one way we can help both father and ourselves in these hard times," said Bessie Foot. while her elder sisters looked up from their occupations with kind, interested faces. "We can give up our birthdays or Christmas," began Bessie slowly. "That is a good idea," broke in Emily the older sister. "These numerous gift days and pleasure makings draw to heavily upon all our pockets." 4,But what will Joe shv?" This time they nearly all sjoke in concert. After a little paus;, Bessie said, with hopeful decision: Oh, perhaps he won't care." Now Joe wa the last, but by no means the least, member in Mr. Foot's family, lie had arrived late, after this goodly row of girls, and after his parents had given up an earlier and cften expressed desire that a boy might be among the number. And if helpful hands and warm hearts make the reception, Joe came - to th world as a gentleman eomen, To a lodging ready furnUbetl." He was now 12 years old, but had not "worn out his welcome." Of a pliant, pleasant nature, he fully answered, so far, all the demands made upon him. No one had ever heard him speak a rough or unkind word, and in all the little affairs of every day he was easily helpful enough to satisfy his loving family. It is true Mr. Foot, who had striiggled "up through a hard and self-denying vouth to an honorable position in the law, Began to have some uneasiness about his son's character, and to sutler the first disturbing and perplexing doubt as to tho future oi a boy to whom lite was such a holiday affair, and who would never be able, he feared, to take anv other view of it. But these fatherly thoughts and fears Mr. Foot carefully kept to himself. His family was very loving and confiding; and Mr. Foot waä not without courage, but I doubt if he would have been willing to contemplate, even in the retirement of his own thoughts, the shock that would have come to all if this beloved son had been closely criticised. So Joe spent his thoughtless, pleasant days undisturbed by criticism, and when Bessie broached the question of the morning for her brother's decision Christmas being nearly a year away and birthdays close at hand he .(.Ac. in hi psv wav to keen tho near pleasure, and so it came about that there was to be no Christmas celebration that year in Mr. Foot's house. Bessie's plan worked admirably. The birthdays, scattered through the year, had been made much of, and J oe's coming late in September, had really leen a great affair. Joe himself had enjoye'd it wonderfully even beyond his usual happy way. It was very gratifying to have so many new things in advance of all his playmates; even the latest fashioned sled had been procured by extra trouble and expense, and the balls and the book3 and the knives and the marbles were of the best, for "Joe to have no presents at Christmas,'' was the often expressed reason for extra indulgence on this particuliar birthday. It was all very delightful, and it made Joe quite t-e hero of the autumn, creating any amount of envy in the minds of other boys who must wait until Christmas. But Christmas was drawing on, and Joe found himself face to face with an anticipation which was not pleasurable an entirely new position in his experience. In fact the numerous preparations in the world outside began to produce a slightly depressing sensation in other members of Mr. Foot's family; even Bessie, usually firm in her decisions, could not help wishing they had chosen Christmas and given up the birthdays. But it was too late now, so they all carefully avoided any allusion to tho coming festival, each hoping by silence to create the impression in the others that the whole plan was eminently satisfactory. Mr. Foot, quietlv reading in his easy chair, Mailt? tViA nnle onrt nuite Jit ease, all the WCW V.J J l ' 0 mnA nf the familv beinr more or less ruf fled on Christmas" Eve by some thoughts as ta what might be going on in Joe s mind; for. contrarv to his custom; he had betaken himself to bed at an unusually early hour. Mrs. Foot and her older daughters were bu?y sewing near the table where Mr. Foot was eniovinsr the cheerful fire papers, when Bessie suddenly broke into the 'room with the exclamation: "Joe has hung no his stockinzs!" Mr. Foot laid his pape on hi knpes and the busy needles made slight pauses, but no one spoke. -He has hung up both; he never hung up but one beforej" added Bessie, dropping helplessly into the nearest chair. That was naughty in Joe," said Mrs. Foot, in a tone in which despair and apology were oddly mingled. 3Ir. Foot or. editated, apparently unheeding, awhile the girk went on with their sewing. gome time elapsed during which no one ventured a remark, and Mr. Foot still looked into the fire. Strangely vivid remembrances eam to him of a country boy, long-forgotten Christmases, an empty stocking and a distA heart. Uo slowly took down his AT füll V air of a man who wouia rainer me latjfc ghould not be observed, rose quietly from his hair and in a very indifferent voice said: "Bessie, will yoa band me my coat?" "Why, are you going out?" exclaimed Mrs. Foot, looking up excitedly. Yes, I think I will take a short walk," replied Mr. Foot, still indifferently, though knowing perfectly well a walk was a most unusual performance for him in the evening after a busy day. n MI believe I will go with you," said his wife, cheerily, and going at once for her hat and shawl. Let us go, too," said all tho girls, with that liveliness which indicates relief from a dilemma. All were eoon ready, and, Mr. and Mrs. Footleadirg the way, they were soon on the pavement of a well-lighted street, and moving with the crowd or pausug at the shopwindows to see the unusual and final attraction &'r ft bei season. ' , r " - -If jale would dream facta, 'instead of Srm' "nT .iiretmi.- WO W uuau umfa

eye-glasses irom ir.eir percu u jiuv imm his pocket; he folded up his papsr softly, and

laid it cn the table, and with the

smiled to himself as he lay asleep in his little bed -room in sole possession of the house, while the whole family had gone off, moved by one impulse, on an errand which not one of them would have told to another. 'Joe awake and on his feet might have been resisted; but Joe asleep, with those two expectant stockings yawning in the basement, was an impersonation of that faith which moves mountains. It all came about very naturally and easily, Mr. Foot himself, first expressing some regret that the knife he gave Joe on his birthday had not been of a better quality, and, now that the boy had lost it, it seemed only fair to get him another. This accomplished at the first cutlery ßtore, his mother followed in the purchase of a new boy's-book. which she very much regretted she had not heard of in tinvs to get for his birthday. His sisters, too, remembered various little things that Joe liked, . or had their memories quickened by the sight of new devices for good boys as thev walked along, and so they were each well laden with (Christmas things when they fin ally reached their own door. I can not doubt that Joe smiled then in his sleep, and, if the faithful stockings ran over with their numerous gifts, the family wisely concluded not to make any remarks that might bring into light the inconsistency of the givers' purposes and actions. The next morning all but Joe awoke with a slight feeling of uncertainty whether it was Sunday or some other day. Joe knew before he was awake that it wasn't Sunday, still he did feel a little doubtful if it was Christmas.

But stowed away in a seldom used nook of his closet were some very good reminders of Christmas, until he should descend to the basement. Joe's father would have been pleased enough if he could have looked into his boy's closet just then, as Joe was taking out from their hiding-place six email packages, all neatly wrapped and tied with long loops, so that they could be hung on doorknobs. These presents he had purchased with some money given him to spend for himself. With the little bundles arranged on his arm for distribution, he stole softly in his stocking-fet through the hall, hanging each article on its respective knob, without disturbing the occupants of tho rooms, who were still cozily abed. This done, Joe went on to the basement in easy hopefulness. And he was not doomed to disappointment, the contents of thd crowded stockings yielding more than a usual amount of joy and admiration. And when the family came down to breakfast, how delightful it all was! Everyone was so pleased with the pretty present Joe had purchased for them, that it was a long time before the happy family could subside to the formality of the morning meal Joe himself became conscious of a higher pleasure than Christmas had heretofore brought, when his father expressed his hearty satisfaction in the gift his son had, unassisted, given him; and, turning to his youngest daughter, he said: "Bessie, let us have Christmas next year," which caused a general smile all around. Lincoln's Assassination. Communication to Troy Times. Among the news items in your paper of Thursday last appeared a statement that Wm. Withers, Jr., leader of the orchestra at Ford's theater on the .ceasion of tho as.sassi-i. nation of President Lincoln, impeded the progress of Booth across the stage after the fatal shot. This is a mistake; no one was on the stage before the scenes. When Booth jumped from the box at tho time, the mur- . dered president still sat in his chair. Laura Keene stood in the right entrance, about to come on the stage at the commencement of the 6cene, and Booth, as he passed her rudely pushed her aside with the hand that held a knife. The knife caught in the sleeve of her dress and cut it. Booth hastened on to the door in the rear of the theater; and Miss Keene, who had recognized him, rushed to the footlights with both hands above her head, and, with all her dramatic powe r in voice and action, cried: "It's John Wilkes Booth! Kill him! kill him!" Until then not a man or woman in the audience had moved. Ill thought that the firing oi the pistol wa3 a part of the play, and the appearance of Booth at the edge of the box, the jumping to the stage, and the screaming of Mrs Lincoln had the effect of palsy on the people, and no one stirred until Booth had disappeared, Then there was a rush for the 6tage, and the first one to reach it was Wm. Flood, a master's mate in the navy, and attached to the United States steamer Primrose. He climbed the scroll wo-k on the face of the box, assisted by Miss Harris, of Albanv, who was with the president's party, and lifted Mr. Lincoln from the chair, and laid him down on tne floor with his head on Flood's knee and rest1 a i 1 . 1 mg on his nana, a searcn was maae ior ine wound, which was not found until Mr. Flood, feeling a dampness on his hand, removed it and found nearly a teaspoonful of the great man's brain, that had issued from the wound, in his palm. Mr. Flood now has the particles of brain preserved in alcohol. The stage was crowded withan excited multitude searching for the assassin, and from 20 different points over' the balustrade of the gallerv dangled ropes with a hangman's noose, and, above the coniusion ana cries, voices irom the gallery shouted, "Bring him here! bring him here!" Booth was beyond their reach, however. The murdered president was removed, and 10 minutes after the theater was emütv and the lights out. These are facts known to the deponent. Preparing for a Fourth Wife. A negro known to the clerks along Market street, Philadelphia, as Uld lorn-lorn, has for the last few weeks been claiming that he was over 100 years old, and he has found many believers. He was warming his hands over a chestnut roaster at Sixth and Market streets, when an acquaintance came along and said: "Well, uncle, I hear that you've got to be an old man? "Yes, mass'r I'ze bin aigin rightup fast. I ze ober a hundred now. "Is that so? In what year were you born?" "In 1779." The man began to ask questions, and in five minutes had almost convinced the old darkey that he wasn't born until the year 1800, and consequently was only y years old. 44Dat takes me back a heap; but l eneamost believe you am right,'' mused Tom-Tom. "1 must bo riebt can i do oinerwise. Here's the figures right here to prove it." "Well. I ze bin callin' myself a clean hurdred," said the old man, as he scratched his head, "but if I ain't more'n 79 I'ze gwine to cret dis crook outer my back, patch up dit overcoat an' prepar' to take a fo'th wife 'fore de holidays 1 Glad datyou met me, sah I'ze feelin lighter in de heels already. Don't Grumble. Don t be a grumbler. Some people con trive to get hold of the prickly side of every thing, to run against all the sharp corners and find out all the disagreeable things Half the strength spent in growling would often set things right. You may as well make up your mind to begin witn, mat no one ever found the world quite as he would like it; but you are to take your share of the troubles and bear it bravely. You will be very sure to have burdens laid upon you that belong to other people, unless you are a shirk yourself, but don t grumoie. n the work needs doing and vou can do it, never mind about tho other person who ought to have done it and didn t. Those workers who fill ud the caps and smooth away the roush spots and finish ud the job that others leave undone, they are the true peacemakers, and worth a whole regiment oi growlers Recently in Cheyenne, W. T a coroner's iurv was impaneled of women to take'- testi mony in regard to the death of one of their own sex. They listened and rendered a ver dict in accordance with the facts. This is the first instance in historv of a coron r'l jury composed xeloaivwly of womm.

THRILLING ADVENTURE.

Drugged and Laid Out Beneath a Water Street Denretticoated Fiend Tho Warm Hand That Meant Assassination A Hairbreadth Escape. Xtw York Neicnry. Dr. Elisha Harris, late registrar of .vital statistics in this city, and now' secretary of the prison association of this State, made a special study of mysterious cases of supposed suicide for years, and in conversation with a writer on the Cincinnati Enquirer he declared his belief that a large proportion of the cases of mysterious deaths that go on the records of the city as suicides were really skillfully-planned, murders by gangs of men and women who make murder and robbery a business. Along the streets bordering upon tho river or in adjacent streets, such as Water and Cherry, are located many vile hells. Investigations made in a very large number of cases where bodies have been found 'floating in the water showed that the victims were last seen alive in the company of female frequenters of these hells of the metropolis, or in the dance-nouses. inniuHcaa vi mw kind no valuables of anv account were found upon the remains and rarely any external iniuries were developed in a post-mortem. These facts led Dr. Harris to the conclusion that many (if not all) had been inveigled into the low resorts by women, where they WERE DRUGGED TO D EAT II by some subtle poison administered in liquors, and then, in the silent hours of the night, the inanimate body after being stripped oi money and valuables, would be carried by the male murderer to an adjacent dock and quietly dumped into the river. In due time the re- . . . . .1.. e J mains would be carriea o uie sunace aim found bv a bentman or the river police. The deadly drug bad left no tell-tale mark. The police would investigate and that was the end of the matter. ADVENTURE IN A MURDERER'S DEN. So impressed was I with the conclusions ar rived at by Dr. Harris that I communicated with a personal friend on the detective force my suspicions that a certain house in Water street, which I had as a reporter occasion to pass as Lite as 2 o'clock a. ro. daily, was a den of thieves of this class. He readily consented to ioin me in an enort to discover someiuiug . . , , l. positive regarding tne piace, wmuo was iesort of abandoned women, sailors and countrymen, with a bar attached. One Friday ni.'ht at half-past 11, dressed and disguise! as Jersey country men, Detective T. and I en tered tho main room on tne noor even uu the street. In it were FOUR OR FIVE IIALF-DRCXKEN WOMEN and half-a-dozen sailors. In one corner was a small bar. presided over by a villainous looking, pock-marked ex-convict, and in another corner was a fiddler playing for. the dancers. We spent money freely in treating all hands, talked about the price of country "truck" and the best market in which to sell, and promised to go around next day after we had sold our produce ana nave a goou time all around, remarking that we wanted the fiddler, so we could have a dance. The convict boss of this den chuckled at the proposition and.readily assented to the further proposition that no "sailor fellers" should be admitted while we were guests, as we weren't used to "thar rough ways and wanted to have "a clear swarth all to ourselves." A little before noon on the following day, WELL DISGUISED, we entered the resort. But two women and the proprietor were there, and an air of quiettude in striking contrast to the boisterous sconces of the previous night pervaded the place. Each of us had provi ded ourselves with a sponge, hid den away inside of our coatsleeves, and as we had previously arranged to drink nothing but ,4pony" glasses of wine. it was an easy matter by a dexterous movement to deposit the contents, after taking it from the glass, into the sponges. He drank freely, or at least appeared to drink, displayed considerable money, and after the fiddler had been sent for and the doors were locked, indulged in several waltzes "between drinks.' An hour was thus passed, when, to all appearances, me -jersey iarmurs were pretty well luaaiea, so wen nau we emu lated intoxicated men. As our object was JTT 1 . to see more of the premises we onerea no resistance when the women urged us to retire to a rear room. There more drinks were called for, and in half an hour we were both apparently unconscious in a DRUGGED AND DRUNKEN STUPOR. The women retired from the room, which was dimly lighted by the kerosene lamp, and we were leftside by side on a mattress in one corner for some time. 1 here was a peculiar taste to the wine that satisfied us it contained a drug. In a little while "Big Charley," the boss, returned with one of the women, who passed as his wife, and, stooping over us, he remarked: "I'm blowed, Hanna, if them fellers isn't good game. Now, you open the door an' hold the light, an the fiddler an' me'll soon lay 'em away for the night. They re well salted, and we'll fix them at midnight when all's still." The fiddler was called, and we. limp and apparently .insensible, were carried down a rickety stairway to a ... . ii j : a ,1 1 su -cellar ana quieiiy ueposuuu on iu uwi, whioh ws of stone. Our entertainers re tired leaving the lamp burning dimly. De tective T. got up and cautiously explored the nlace. 1 confess I was not pieasea wun his report. On one side he found a blind door leading into a dark passage-way, which from the sound of running water, he sup posed to be 0XE OF THE CITY SEWERS, through which they carried their victims. I was so alarmed that l suggested we naa seen enough, but he was inexorable, "liet us see the end. We are well armed; we're enough for them. Why, if I only showed my shield they'd beat a retreat. Keep quiet and watch me. We did not wait long in suspense, Charley" and his -woman entered. The former examined us critically, and, turning to the woman, said: "Xougo up ana tena bar if any one drops in; send Lize down to watch the clodhoppers and have ner pour a little more of the 'stuff down 'em in half an hour.. I must now go over the river and get Bob to come over and help me plant 'em after we close in the mormnV Again we were alone. Detective T. whispered his plans to me. and a few minutes later the woman Lize came down with a. hottle in her band and. sitting down on the only chair, in the cellar, engaged in the occupation of knitting, Half an hour must have passed to me it seemed two hours when the woman picked the bottle up from a shelf and walked delib erately over to our corner. With closed eyes I felt her : WARM HAND 03T MT FORHEAD; then Ehe turned my head over, face upward, and was forcing open my mouth when the detective, with a quick movement, threw himself over, and, drawing a pistol, hissed: "Ah, Lize I I've got you I low open your head, and I'll blow it off your lousy body I See this shield!: Ha! ha! trapped at last, eh?" So sudden was the thing done that the woman crouched down quietly, as the detective threw off a wig, and she identified him as one who had twice arrested her for shop lifting, TO be brief, the woman "Lize made a clean breast to ueiecuve x. oi me iaci that sailors and countrymen were drugged and taken to the sub cellar, where they were vitited by "BIO CHARLEY," HIS WIM and two men. ' What dis Position .wai made of the victims she never knew, or professed to know not. Th offlcer promised her pro-

tection if she would aid him in solving the mystery of the removal of the drugged victims who might visit the place in future, at the same time warning her that he,would have her .watched, and it would be useless for her to attempt to flee the city. It was also arranged that when the sub-cellar again had an occupant she was to find means to hang a white cloth from the front window as a signal, and at all events to meet him at a place appointed a week hence. She then released us through a side door. Daily the house was watched no signal. The trysting time arrived, and Lize came not. Over another weekf passed without other news of the woman. It was supposed she had escaped T.'s vigilance. Heading a description of the body ot a drowned woman found at Fort Hamilton, the detective believed it was Lize. He went there and recognized her as the WATER STREET WOMAN. Detective T. always maintained that he believed "Big Charley" and his gang, suspecting Lize of treachery, had murdered her and thrown her body into the river. Shortly after this the detective, who still had the house under surveillance, became insane, and a few months later died. The Water street den has been demolished to make way for the Brooklyn bridge, and the inmates are scattered. Yet I still firmly believe that Dr. Harris was right, and that there still exists in this city, under the very eyes of the police, one or more organized gangs whose business is the inveigling of strangers into suspicious places, the robbing of their persons and the consignment of their bodies to tho waters of the rivers and harbor. Where is the Vidocq who will fathom the secrets of these malefactors?

GROWLING IN FA3IILIES. More Catching and More to be Dreaded than Sleasles. In the generality of families the quality of harmony is conspicuous by its absence. One may go and stay at any number of houses without finding one where perfect harmony reigns. You may have previously imagined that the Robinsons were a perfecty united family, but a fortnight spent with them will probably quite undeceive you, fjr there is no way of getting to know people like staying with them for a time not staying as one of a large numbor of visitors, but when you are made quite ul home and treated as one of the family. You then find out all the little daily disputes see the traits of character exhibited in the home circle that outsiders'never dream of for a moment. Mr. Smith is such a popular man, so much liked at his club and has so many friends who would be delighted to do anything to oblige him, but who would be very much surprised to hear that he can get into a rage at dinner if the joint is overdone. If you stay in the house you will see this, and you also see in his wife's eyes the tears of wounded pride at his descending to storm at her beforo a visitor. The he will sit silent and gloomy at the breakfast table because that meal is 10 minutes later than usual. These trifles disturb the harmony, and cause a feeling of discomfort throughout the entire household. There are a few happy places where this is never the -case where you may ppend a fortnight or threo weeks, and when you leave wonder why you have enjoyed the visit so much. It is simply because there is no discord, no raising of voices in dispute, but smiles and good humor are the order of the day. If any of our readers possess fowls and spend occasionally a few minutes in watching them, they may have been amused by seeing how the cock, if he is of an unamiable temper, will give & vicious peck to one of the hens, who, not daring to return it,6hows hei mortification by her tierce dig into the back of her next neighbor. This one passes it on again, and so on. .Now this is exactly wnat nappens among 1 tl O . iL a Deiogs oi a superior oraer. Jir. omito, 10 use a homely phrase, gets out on the wrong side of the bed in the morning, and grumbles at his wife because there is a button off his shirt. His wife hears him in silence, but woe betide the next person that comes in her way. It may be a daughter who has rendered herself liable to a lecture bv lying in bed after the 7. o'clock bell had rang: she is restrained by long habit from replying angrily to her mother, but she can and does snub her little brother so sharply as to make him cry. The harmony is probably gone lor tne rest ot he day.- It is dimcult to say where the lault lies. Doubtless if any one individual obstinately refused to be put out, smiles would be restored, but unfortunately people wno win not be vexed are very rare. VV e have heard from a most amiable look ing girl the remark, "My sister and I can not get on together. "We really can not agree. If we were condemned to live together we should hate each other." It is a sad state of affairs, but not un frequently the case. In all probability both are determined, and when their wishes clash neither will give W At . 1 A A t A X . way. It either possessea tnai mucn 10 do coveted accomplishment the power of yield ing with a good grace all would be well. If the members of a household had a due sense of the value of that harmony they so rudely and so frequently dispel they would make a good many sacrifices rather than dis. turb it. As a rule they are such pitiably small things that put people out of temper things that should be dismissed with a laugh and never seriously considered lor an instant. It seems incredible that a human being possessed of powers of mind given to no other animal one of the "lords of creation" could become intensely angry at receiving his turtle soup without a sufficient allowance of green fat to please him. But it is so, as any one given to observing his fellows must know very well. His Grounds for Divorce. Yesterday, Solomon Glass, a colored man, whose experience in agricultural pursuits has enlightened his neighborhood, came to town with a view of getting a divorce from his wife. "When asked upon what grounds, he replied: Sufficient is de grounds of dis occasion When I rented 10 acres and worJed one mule I married a 'oman suitable for de occa sion. Now I rent 60 acres ob lan and work five mules. My fust wife is a mighty good 10 acre wife, but she don't suit de occasion ob 60 acres. I needs a 'oman what can SDread more." When told by a lawyer that tne grounas were not sufficient, he remarked "I kin produce de histry to show whar I'm careek. . I's a learned man and can read clar around de majority ob colored gentle men an' a great many white fellers. De reasons belongs to de French history, an thourrh I doesn't sneak French. I talks about it. You know' Napoleon fust married Josephine de Beauharis." ' "Yes," saty the lawyer, "but you may be come a trifle too historically opulent it you proceed much further. Dat's all licht. An' you know dat when he trot ud to de head ob de eubernment, an - PL .... . . had charceoball de commisseriö. he wanted a wife what could spread more, and he got a ' . a: your law? Four hundred and seventy shopkeepers of Zurich. Switzerland, have signed a peti tion to the City Council, asking that all trade on Sunday may 1 be ofllcfally stopped. They desire that butchers and bakers may transact business, but that all other stores and shops may be closed. As long as some of the stores are kept open, all must continue business, cr else suffer dv competition. The petition has been referred bv the Council to the nolice board. . The -shopkeepers of Geneva have also presented to their Council a similar petition, . with . hopeful prospect of earrying their measure through.

spensationiromjosepnineana nitcneuumo wuau way UBrxci. , without tnV ulterior mrtiv .TTow

Maria Louisa, case she could spread more, through the darkness at something on the would you iike & get a ihat?'V The. Dar's de history, an' dar s de precedent, an tep f caUed out: , - woman promptlv answCrcd that she. efa man can t get a dispensation oft dese I lb?"l,,. .v. ' woulS be almot willing to get married if

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PEACE.

THOMAS O. COKA3IT. Now storms and clouds are icattersd fr away, And on th pl bin mountain glram the enow; In calm repose, enwrapped in morn's clear ray, Bests all the world- forget thy pain and woe! Peace in tbe hetrenn and o'er the earth doth reign Let Peace within thy heart her (en tie sway maintain! The village bells sound sweetly on the ear. And bright tbe morning dews on meadows green! All rests the hallowed Day of God is Lere, And not a cloud bedims its sky serene, Peace in tbe beavnna and o'er the earth doth reignLet Peace within thy heart ber gentle sway maintain! , Complain no more! Think all tby snffeting light. For many a guiltless soul bath suffered more! Ah, none can victor be who will not fight. And doubly awe t ie rest when strife is o'er! Peace in tbe heavens and o'er the earth doth reignLet Peace within thy heart her gentle sway main talnl 'rum tbe German of Friedrich Bodenstedt. WISE WORDS. Be mine that silent calm repast, A conscience cheerful to the last, That tree which bears immortal fruit, Without a canker at the root; Tbat friend which never fails the Just, When other friends desert their trust. Dr. Cotton. There is no good preaching to the hungry Better go supperless to bed then to run in debt. Speak little, speak truth; spend, little pay cash. Better free in a foreign land than a slave at home. To change and to be better are two different things. Charity gives itself rich, but covetousness hoards itself poor. Everybody knows good counsel except him that hath need of it. Live virtuously and you can not die too soon, nor live too long. Lady Kochel Bussell He shall be immortal who liveth till he be stoned by one without fault. Thomas Fuller. All other knowledge is hurtful to him who has not honesty and good nature. Montaigne. It is very dangerous for any man to find any spot on this broad globe that is sweeter to him than his home. No human scheme can be so accurately projected, but some little circumstance may intervene to spoil it. Bossuet. The talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can well, without a thought of fame. Longfellow. Education is the one living fountain which must water every part of the social garder., or its beauty withers and fades away. E. Everett. " He who has received a genuine revelation is made solemn by it, and usually does not hasten to lay it colloquially before the public. Congregationalist. Life is made up of little things, in which smiles and kindnesses given habitually are what win and preserve the heart and secure comfort. Sir Humphrey Davy. There is a pleasure in contemplating good; there is a greater pleasure in receiving good; but the greatest pleasure of all is in doing good, which comprehends the rest. The difference between riding a horse and riding a hobby consists in this that one can get oil a horse at any time, but once on a hob by a man can never get on. Bless me in this life with but peace of my coEscience. command of my affections.thelove of God and my dearest friends, and I shall be happy enough to pity Uaesar. öir l nomas Browne. Joining in the amusements of others is, in our state, the next thing to sympathy in their distresses, and even the slenderest bond that holds society together should rather be strengthened than snapt. "When we are out of sympathy with the this world heart has young, then 1 think our work in is over. That is a sign that the

begun to wither and that is a dreadful kind will, whydo you steal another man's tombof old ace. Georee MacDonald. stone? Do you really think it's the correct

of old age, a n I OXLY A LITTLE GIRL. Very Matter-of-Fact, But None the Less Pathetic Detroit Free Preis.j Did she leave any children?" "Yes, this bit of a child." "And who'll take her?" "I don't know. "We are all very poor around here, sir, but we must find her a place somewhere. God help the little girl for she's all alone now." The sexton had called at an old tenementhouse on Lafayette street to take a body to a pauper's field the body of one whose life had been worn out in the tread-mill of hun ger and despair. Nobody knew that tbe mother was dead hardly suspected that she was ill until one morning this child appeared at a neighbor's door and quietly said: . . .tf 3 A.

Would you be afraid to come oyer to my t th tombstone ftnd did it in alight, ball N. E. corner of Menden and Washing,use, for ma is dead and I m keeping awful ft m ft monumentai lie and a digaceb to ton streets. Mrs. Patsey Hart, TV. P

house, still, and I'm afraid to talk to her when she won't answer. The mother had been dead four hours. Long enough before day came tho flame of life had burned low and died out, and that child, hardly seven years old, had been with the corpse through tho long hours, clasping the cold hand, kissing the white face and calling for life to return. . When they asked if she bad any mends she snooic ner head. When thev told her she was alone in tbe great world she looked out of the old window on the bleak November day and answered: I can make three kinds of dresses for doll-babies, build fires and carry in wood, and I'll work ever so hard if somebody will let me live with them." There was no funeral. There was no need of a sermon there. The lines of sorrow around the dead woman's mouth counted for more in Heaven tham any eulogy man could deliver. There was no crape. In place ot it three or four honest-hearted women let their tears fall upon the white face, and wnisperea: "Poor mother poor child!" The child's big blue eyes were full of tears, but there was hardly a tremor in her voice as she nestled her warm cheek against the lips stilled forever, and said: "Good-by, ma you'll come down from Heaven every night at dark, won't you? and you'll take me up there just as soon as you can, won't you?' ' The landlord locked up the house and the child went home with one of the women. When night came she stole out of the house and away from those who sought to comfort her. and. going back to the old house, she i i , . satdown on tne aoor-step, naving no comI ..... rri . pany dui tne aaraness. An omcer passed wer. -Who is it?" It's a little girl whose ma was buried to day." - tie opened the gate and went closer, and .. . . ... - . as he made out her little baro head and in hocent face, he1 said: Why child, aren't you afraid? MI was afraid a little while ago," she said, "but just as soon as I asked ma not to let anybody hurt me 1 got right over it. Would anybody dare hurt a little girl whose ma is dead? They could be. tooken up, couldn't He offered to go with he? to - the house

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and taking his big hand with the ' utmost confidence she walked beside him and said: "I ain't going to cry much till 1; get to bed where folks can't 6ee me." . "I hope everyone will be good to you,' he remarked as he put his hand over her curly head. "If they don't they'll never go to Heaven, will they ?" she queried. "No." There was a long pause and then she said : "But I guess they will be. I can make a doll out of a clothes-pin and a piece of calico, and I guess somebody will be glad to let me live with 'em. If you see me over on the step some other night you needn't be a bit afraid, for" I ain't big enough to hurt anybody even if 1 didnt want to cry all the time." '

SLEEPING CAR COMEDY. Looking: for a Night-Shirt In a DinnerBasket. A traveler on the New York Central railroad relates the following ineident: A middle-aged married couple turned in next to me, having boarded the train at a way station. They had evidently been much hurried and were out or humor, for the wife was fretful and excited, and the husband growled aboye his breath in this style: "Now, I'll just bet you didn't put my nightshirtinl" "S'hushl It's in the basket in the corner," replied the woman. Tve looked in the basket and 'taint there. I s'pose you put it at the bottom under the vittals." 'In the vittals, indeed! "Why, John, what on e-a-r-th are you a-doin'?"' "I'm looking for my shirt." "Don't! that's the wrong basket. You've gone and spilt them pickles all over the bed! I never seen such a man!" "Never mind, Mary, you needn't tell the whole car." This in a whisper peculiar to the stage. "Looking for your old shirt in the dinnerbasket 1 I don't see what anybody wants a night-shirt for on a railroad, anyhow," retorted the indignant female; and there was a whirling sound which indicated that she had pitched the missing article in his face just in time to choke ou a wicked rejoinder. "'Sposin' the cars were to run off the track?" added she. "You'd be a nice picture wadin' out of a swamp or rolling down a bank in that, wouldn't you I" "I'd be just as comfortable and purty a3 you in that ' "S'hush! You'll disgrace both of us with your tongue." "Whimpering. "My tongue. Well, d n mo Mary if" "There now, you're cursing me you you " breaks off to sob. There's where she had him. I fancied shortly after hearing the resonant and agreeable sound of a kiss, but perhaps it was only the angels, and I dropped off to sleep again. On the following day I saw the middle-aged couple seated opposite munching pickles and fried chicken at intervals, - as docile and happy a couple as anybody may wish to see. STEALING A TOMBSTONE. A Remarkable Case In a Carson Court. I Virgin! City Chronicle. "William Boggs was arraigned before Justice Cary, of Carson, yesterday, charged with grand larceny. The charge made bv the arresting officer was that a tombstone had been stolen by the defendant from the cemetery. It appears, says the Appeal, that the officer was passing near the consecrated spot at night, when he saw-Boggs staggering along with a tombstone on his back. The tombstone was exhibited to the jury. It read: "Sacred to the memory of "W. Boggstone. Died Jan. 3, 1856. . A kind father, an indul gent husband, and a true man. Requicscat in pace. - Boggs. the defendant, went on the stand, and acknowledged frankly that he had taken the tombstone. It was so near like his own name that, bv fillineup the superfluous letters with plaster of paris, he could. use it himself in case he died. The Court You have the appearance of being a pretty healthy man. Why do you expect to die? Boggs I am gome to Rodie to start in business, and The Court Oh, I see; the pneumonia. But even if vou do die, as 1 have no doubt you ..... . - - thmgT Boggs If a man has had the use - of a tombstone since 1856, it strikes me he's got his money's worth. Besides, this stone wa. a blasted lie all over. Bill Boggstone wasn't a kind husband and an indulgent father. He was a theiving three-card monte sharp, and had killed four men. A meaner scalawag never was born. Vhen he first came out here in '49 he used to shave off the corners of $50 slugs, and pay off his hands in old bills on the Farmers Bank of New Haven. "We know him," cried several of the jury; 'riA tri rnrct. in t.h nArlr. One of the jurors went on the stand and testified that he saw the man run out of Placerville in '52 for robbing hen roosts. He turned a widow out in a snow-storm because she couldn't pay the house rent. Several oldtimers in the court-room testified to the scampish character of the deceased. One man swore that the brother of Boggstone disgr the cemetery. The jury acquitted, and Mr. Boggs left on the stage for Bodie with the tombstone. Sphere of Women. Bancroft. ';..! As republican institutions gain ground wo men appear less on tbe theater ot events. She whose presence in this briery worldSs as a lily among thorns, whose smile is pleasant, like the light of morning, and whose eye is the gate of Heaven; she whom nature so reveres that the lovely vail of her spirit is the best terrestrial emblem of beauty; ceases to command armies or reign supreme over legislation." Yet the progress of 'liberty, while it has made her less conspicuous in his toric events, has redeemed her into the possession of the full dignity of her nature, as made her, net man a slave, but his companion, his counsellor and fellow-martyr; and for an occasional ascendency in political afiairs, 1 1 t M A t A 1 ' , A ( nas suosuiuiea. ine unuorm enjoyment oi domestic equality. The avenue to publi' of life seems closed against her, but without impairing her power over mind, or her fame. The lyre is as obedient to her touch, muse as coming to her call, as to thato! man; and truth, in its purity, finds no more honored interpreter. ' , A Novel Wooing, N.T.San.J , ; ' ' " A handsome black walnut chamber-eet was exhibited by a Patereon furniture dealer at Hohokus, New Jersey. It was much admir ed, and in a group of admirers were a young man and a voung woman, lie had been courting her for a long time, but he had never succeeded in getting his courage up to tne point oi asainc ner to ins tiu. . w uue j i. i Jr.. a v - a begin "housekeeping furniture. '111 bnv it if v m'll marrv me . jf tw w w the young man said, with the air ot one who had found a lone soueht opportunity. 'The answer; was decisive and business-like: "You can't close the bargain any too soon." The wedding invitations are already sent out. CHTJIICR DIBECTOBY. Bethel A. M. Chnrch, OorneT Vermont and Columbia streets. Rev "VY. C, Trevan, pastor. Residence, 214 West

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Broadway. iKfey' ÜituÄ pastor. Residence, 113 Oak street. Hours of service: 10:30 a. m. and 7.80 p. m. Sunday school at school 2 p. m. . , . , A. 31. E. Zron-Clinrrh. Corner Blackford and North streets. KevJ. JUolida", . pastor. Kcsijence Missouri street. Hours of service, 11 a. m. S p. m. and 8. p. m. Sunday school at - & a Uri. and 2. p.m. - v Coke Chapel W. E. rhnrch. Sixth street, between Mississippi and Tennessee. Rev. S. G. Turner, pastor. Residence, 251 "West Fifth street. Hours of services, 10:30 a. m. and 7:30 p.. in. Sunday at 2 p.m. . . . "' -, . , ! t. c V. ' Branch I. E. Church, Blackford street, betwetn North and Michigan streets. Rev. James Caruther3, pastor. Residence, Massachusetts avenue. Hours of service, 11 a. m. and 7:30. p. m. Sunday school at 9 a. a. rq,- ) -l. iT? Second Baptlf Chnrch, Michigan street, between Indiana avenue and "West street. Rev, Moses Broyles, pastor. Residence, 270 Blake street. Hours .oi service, 10:30 a. m, 3 pj m. and 7;30 p. m. Sunday-school at 9 a. m. . .. . Oliv Itantikt ChnrMt'.

Hosbrook street near Grove street. Summons, pastor-. Residence, 10Ö street. Hours . of service, 11 a. m. Rev. A. Linden o p. nx. and 7:30 p. m. Sunday-school at 2 t. m. - Calvary Kap 1st Church, Corner Maple and Marrs streets. Rev. Tho. Smith, pastor. Residence, - Hours of f aemce, 11 a. mM 3 p. m. and p.m. Sun day-school at 9 a.m. New Bethel BapiUt Clinrch, Beeler street. Rev. J. R. Ray nor, pastor. Residence, 123 West Fourth . street. fiours of service. 11a. m., 3 p. m. and 8 p. m. Sunday-school at 9 a. ttlC .... ; ; . , Mt. Zlon BapfNt Charcb, Corner Second street and Xfayetta railroad. Rev. "Wm. Singleton, paster. Residence, Bright street. -Hours of service, 11 a. 3 p. m. and 8 p. m. Sunday-school at 9 a. m. ChrUftan Chnrch, Corner Fifth and Illinois streets, Elder J.M. Marshall, pastor. Residence Hours cf service 11 a. m. and 8 p. m. Sunday-school at 9 a.m. f . "J rnbernnrle Baptist Chnreh, Corner Rhode Island and. Maxwell streets. Rev.C.C. "Wilson, pastor.' Residence, 122 Minerva street. T Hours of service, 11 a. m. 3 p. m. and 8 p. m. : Sunday-school at 8 a. m SOCIETY DIRE CT OB Y. JtXawoiilc. Gethsemane Commä"üst.K.T. No. 9 Regular communication second Tuesday of each month; hall in Judab's Block," opposite court house. ' ' J: "W. Sweeey, E. C. 11. A. Rogan, Recorder. Almia Chapter 2s o. 13. Regular com munication first Tuesday in each month; hall in Judah 's Block. "W. F. Martin, Sec. C. E. Bailey, H. P Central Lodge No. 1. F. A. Y. M;- Reg ular communication first Thursday of each month; hall in Judah's Block. C. U. Lanier. W. M. Andrew Locklear, Sec. Trinity Lodge No. 18. F.-A. Y. M. Regular communications first Wednesday of each month: nail in Judah s 1 J lock. W. M. Hill, Sec. Scott Turner, "W. M. Ladlrs Court Union Court No 1. Regular commnnication first and. third Monday evenirirs of each month; hall in Judah's Block. I1. J ' . Mrs. Cornelia Townsenp. M.LV. M Mrs. Sarah Hart, Sec. Leah Court No. 11. Regular communi cation second and fourth Monday, of. each month; hall in Judah's Block. ' " ' ' Mrs. Ousley, Sec. , Mrs. James, 1J. A. M Independent Son of Honor. Lodge No. 2. Regular ' communication first Monday night of each month; hall in Griffith's Block. Tnos. Rudd, Pres. John Preston, Sec Lodge No. 15. Regular comwuhfaation first Tuesday night of each month; hall in irrimth's Jilock. John Wilson, Pres. Mr. "Walker, Sec. Independent Daughters of Honor. T Lodge ,No. 2. Regular communication first Wednesday evening of each month: hall in Griffith's Block. . ', Ed. Ellis, Sec. Ellen Spalding, Pres. United Bröthen or Friendship. Gibson Lodge NoJ 2 of TJ. B of F. 'Reg ular communication second Monday evening, Call meeting, fourth Monday evenirg- in each month; hall N. E. corner Meridian and "Washington Sts. - -r t r . v . 1 hos Tool. Master. Henry DeHorney, Sec. Friendship Lodge No 3. Regular com munication first and third Mondays in each month; hall .a. Lt. corner Meridian and Washington. . St. John's Lodge No 11. First and third Fridays in eactfmonth; hall N. E. cor. Me-" ridian-and Washington sts. ' A. L. Dudley, Pres. M. L. Van Buren, Sec. " : - j mi ted Sinters or Friendship. -St. Mary's - Temple. Regular commufticaton firfet Monduv eveninc: of each month: Mrs. Maria. Ousley, Sec Deborah Temple, Np.3 of XJ. sUofiF. Regular communication second Wednesday and fourth Wednesday evenings in each month; hall Nf E. corner of; "Washington and Meridan street. Miss Sallie Galliton. M. W. Prmce. (Mrs. Fasnie JonsoxLV. Sec'r for"1880. Odd FcIIowh. Gerritt Smith Lodge No. 1707. Reg ular communication second and fourth Mondays of each monthj hall 85 and 87; East Washington street. Cuas. Lamer, N. G. Horace Heston, P. Sec. Lincoln Union Lodge No. 14SC Reg ular communication first and third Mondays of each month; hall 85 and 87 East Washington street. Edward Proctor, N. G. Samuel Spencer, P. Sec. Household of Rnth. . -v -5 No. 34. Regular communication first and third Wednesdays of each -month; hall 85 and 87 Last V ashmgton street. : - Chas. Thomas, Bee. Mrs. J. MiNOB. Pres. American Son a. J. ., : communication Jirst and third Mondayp A . V M.S.. reach month; af American Hall. Wm. Dunnington. Pres. Y ILLIAM 15ARBER, JSeC ' 'American Aovt. t r " Recrular communication first Tuesdaveven ing of each month, at 'American nail: t Mrs. Kitty Singleton. Pres. Mrs. Maria Ousley, Sec, Sisfrrs of Charity. each mohtn, at Bethel A. M. E. Church;' , f. .Mrs. Nellie Mann, Pres. Miss Rctu'Bzasly, Sec. t, . ; . ; :r ..;' '.i Good Sctmarltuaa. i Jericho Lodge No. 5. G O. G. S.'RVgular communication, second and fourth Tharsdays of each month; hall No. S6J W. Wash ington st. . : Bazil e winq, w; p, c. S. J. ULAYLOCtf, W. F. S. . , Y, :. , magnolia Lodge. . . t,:n'l .No. 4, D. of S. Regular, communication first and third Thursdays of each month, hall No. 36J W. Wa shington St. . .MRS. öAlNT CLARE, W. r. V. Miss Kati J ohnson, D. of R. ' 2 Sons and Daughter of Morning Star. . Lodge No. 7. Regulär communications "first and third Fridays fiv each monthj at American' hall, West Michigan st. f . i J . Mas. Ltjci A nn Marti v, Prea, 31a. Matti Wsixa, Sec