Indiana State Sentinel, Volume 26, Number 32, Indianapolis, Marion County, 28 March 1877 — Page 6

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THE IXDIA3TA STATE SENTINEIWEDNESDAY MORNING, MARCH 28, 1877

THE HOME OF .MY HEART.

Kot heue in the populom town, In the play houne or mart; Not here la the wys gray and brown. But afar oa the green s welling down, Is the home of my heart. There the hillside slopes down to a dell Whence a streamlet has start; There are woods and sweet grasa on (lie well. And the south winds and west know It well; Tis the home of my heart. There's a cottage o'ershadowed by leave Growing fairer than art. Where under the low Rlopint; eaves No fal.se hand the swallow bereaves; TU the home of my heart. And there an you gaze down the lea, Where the trees Land apart, . Over grassland and woodland may be You will catch the faint gleam of the be From the home of my heart. And there In the rapturous spring, When the morning rays dart O'er the plain, and the morning birds King, You may nee the most beautiful thing In the home of my heart; For there at the casement above. Where the rosebushes part. Will blush the fair face of my love: Ah, yes! It Is this that will prove T is the home of my heart. F. V. Bourdillon. In The Galaxy for April. ROMANCE OF A BARN-YARD. Harper's Monthly for February. We were all sitting on the piazza, except those of us that were swinging in the hammocks among the trees; the sea wind was blowing rver us, the birds were darting low here ar.J there, and the bantams and spring chicker.d and the big black cochins were clucking and picking in the grass, watched over by the old red King Charles, who redeemed us from vulgarity, and it was a scene of domestic comfort, as Aunt Helen said. Aunt llelen, by the way, became a very pleasant addition to the comfortable appearance of the scene, as she said it. She was just as plump as a woman ought ta be when her next birthday is, may be, her 40th. She had a soft flush on her cheek, where the dimple was yet as fresh as when she was! a girl, and the flash deepened sometimes into a real damask; her teeth were like rows i of seed corn for whiteness, and her eyes were just as brown as brook water; only her hair that was quite white. Lovely hair, though, for all that. She parted it evenly over her low, level forehead and above the yet black eyebrows, and we all declared, everyday of our lives, that Aunt Helen was a beauty. "I used to be," she had replied, "but that's all gone now. I have put my 3'outh behind me." Perhaps she had. But we young people used to think differently when we saw Mr. Thornton coming up the road, and Aunt Helen's eyes resolutely bent on her work, but her color mounting and mounting, till the reddest rose that ever burned in the sunshine was not so rich. Mr. Thornton saw it, too, no doubt, for he always looked and looked intently all the way by. Hut the truth was I shall have to tell you all about it if I tell you aay that when Aurtt llelen was 20 years younger she aud Mr. Thornton were lovers, as they had been lovers ever since they could remember. They had built their house at last, and her wedding dress was made. If she was a beauty, he was every inch her mate I know he was, because he is to day one of the men it does you good to see, who look as if they could hold up the world, if need be, and inspire you with confidence in their power. Now what in the world do you suppose that, with their house furnished, and the cake baked, and a dozen years of intimate affection to bind them. Aunt Helen and Mr. Thornton lound to quarrel about? She declared she wouldn't keep hens! And he declared that he wouldn't keep house! That was the whole of it, to condense the statement; one word led to another, and another led to more, and finally, in a towering passion himself, he told Aunt Helen that she had better learn to control her temper, if she did not want to be a vixen entirely, and Aunt Helen took the ring off her finger and laid it on the table without a word and sailed out of the room, and refused to see him when he called in the morning and sent back his letter unopened, and cut the wedding cake and put some of it on the tea table and sent the rest to the fair, l'erhaps on the whole, Mr. Thornton might have been right. Exactly one week from that night Mr. Thornton was married to Mary Mayhew, an inoffensive little body who would have married anybody that asked her. and sue went into the house that had been furnished accord ing to Aunt Helen's taste; and immediately afterward a hen house of the most fanci'ul description of architecture, with gilded vanes and scarlet chanticleers bristling all over, rose on the hill behind his house, full of fancy fowl, and the little lawn was all alive with its overflowing, and you could'nt go by the place without meeting a flock of i a. ' j t . t . cruppie crown, or pannage iocnin, or wnne Leghorn, or black Spanish, flying up on each separate piece of fence to crow out Mr. Thornton's triumph reversing the old tradition of the crower.and crying, "No women rule here!" They say Mr. Thornton grew very old in a few years. His inoffensive little thing of a wife turned out to be a smart termagant, who led him a pretty dance. Perhaps she was dissatisfied with her piece of a heart; but then she knew that was all when she took it. He treated her always gently perhaps feeling he had done her some wrong in marrying her and gratified her every wish, although, having cared nothing for her in the beginning, it is doubtful if he cared any more for her in the end. The end came after eighteen years when Mrs. Thornton was killed in a railroad collision and her husband was left with four children on his hands, rude.'noisy, illfaring cubs, as all the neighbors said. If Mr. Thornton had ever impatiently chanced to think that his punishment had lasted long enough, he thought now it was just beginning, when he found himself alone with those children. He wondered that his wife had any temper left at all. He grew more bent, more vexed and worried, every day,, and one would hardly have recognized, people said, the dark and s Iendid Stephen Thornton of bis youth, in this middle-aged gray-haired man, and yet, to our eyes, he was still quite a remarkable-looking person perhaps more so from our associating him with the poetry in Aunt Helen's life, and making him an object of wonder as to whether or not now they would ever come together again. But there w&i little chance of that. We had met Mr. Thornton elsewhere, but he had never come across our threshold since the day he went out with his bride's ring. And Aunt Helen's peculiarity was that she . never forgot Could she, then, forget the words he spoke to her in his anger? Could she ever forget hu marrying another woman in less than a week ' It had been in that week and a few following that her hair had turned white. 8he had suffered inexpressibly; she bad never slept a night; but she had kept up a gay face. Perhaps she would have sutfered longer if it had not been for our growing up about ber. Her life was thus filled, every moment of it; she had but very little time to be lonely, to brood or mourn. She forgot herself in us. It gave her a quiet happiness and kept her comely. And then she was too proud; whenever the thought thrust up itfl head, she shut the lid down, as one might say, and sat on it. at one day after the time when the doc

tor had said Harry was a hopeles cripple, and must lie on his back the rest of his life

Aunt Helen brought home a little basket from the country fair, and took from the wool within it two of the cunningest mites of chickens you ever laid eyes on. "I bate them,' said she: "they make me crawl; dui they will amuse the dear child. They're African bantams." And so they did amuse him and delight him, as he lay on his lounge in the bow window, and watched them growing up, full of bu-siness. And that was the way, by the way, that we came to have chick ens round the front p'azzas. One night, a year afterward, when , the bantams were quite grown people, somebody dropped over the fence a pair of big black Cochins, that stalked about as if the earth was too good to tread on, or as if they were afraid of crushing a bantam with the next step. Of course we knew where the Cochins came from for nobody else in town had any but no one said a word. Only it was sport on the next day to peer round the corner and see Aunt Helen with a piece of bread in her hand, in doubt whether to have anything to do with those fowls or not, twice extending her hand with the crumbs and snatching it bacR again, and at last making one bold effort, and throwing the whole thing at them, and hurrying into the house. But from that moment the ever hungry Cochins seemed to regard her as their patron saint. She never appeared but they came stalking gingerly along to meet her, and at last one even made so bold as to fly up and perch on the back of her chair, on the piazza. Of course he was shooed off with vigor with a little more vigor, perhaps because Mr. Thornton had at that moment been passing, and had seen this woman who would never keep hens presenting the tableaux. It was two or three days after that that Aunt llelen, coming home at twilight from one of ber rambles by the river bank, was observed to be very nervous and flushed, and to look much as if she had been crying. "It's all right," said our Ned. coming in shortly after her. "I know all about it. I've been setting my eel traps; and what do you think she met old Thornton " "Ned!" "She did indeed. And what'll you say to that man's cheek. He up and spoke to her." "Oh, now, Ned! Before you!" "Fact! Before me' No, indeed; I lay low," said Ned, with a chuckle. "But, bless you, they wouldn't have seen me if I had stood high." "For shame, Ned! Oh, how could you and Aunt Helen!" "Cues'' you'd have been no better in my place," said the unscrupulous boy. "But there, that's all. If I couldn't listen, of course you can t "Oh, now, Ned, please!" we all chorused together. Well; then. He stood straight before her. 'Helen,' said he, 'have you forgotten me? and she began to turn white. 'I have had time enough, sir,' said she." "Oh, you ought not to have staid, Ned!" "You may find out the rest by your learning," said the offended narrator. "I should like to know how I was going to leave. Only I'll sav this, that if Aunt llelen would marry old Thornton to-day She wouldn't touch him with a walking stick!" To our amazement on the very next afternoon who should appear at our gate, with his phaeton and pair, but Mr. Thornton; and who, bonneted and gloved and veiled, should issue from the door, to be placed in that phrcton and drive off with him, but Aunt Helen. Ned chuckled, but the .rest of us could do nothing but wonder. "Has she gone to be married V we gasped. And Lill and Harry began to cry. "Well, I'll tell you," said Ned, in mercy. "He said there'd never been a day since he left her that he hadn't longed for what he threw away." "Oh, how wicked!" "She told him so. verv nuietlv and severe ly I tell you. Aunt Helen can be severe and to be silent on that point. 'Forever?" said he. 'And ever,' said she. 'It is impossible,' said he. And then he went over, one by one, a dozen different days and scenes when they were young; and u ever a fellow felt mean. I was the one." "I should think you would," we cried, with one accord. "Now look here," returned Ned. "If you want to hear the rest, you keep that sort of remark to yourself. It was too late for me to- show myself, any way. And I'll be blamed if I say another word if you don't every one acknowledge you d have done just as I did." un, xseu, do tell the whole: I hat s a good boy." "Well, she just began to cry I never saw Aunt Helen cry before. And then it seemed as if he would go distracted; and he begged her not to cry, and she cried the more: and he begged her to marry him out of hand 1 knowiust how to do it now: only it doesn't seem a very successful way and sue shook her head; and he implored her, by their old love, he said, and she wiped her eyes and looked at him, and gave a laugh a hateful sort of laugh. 'Our old love!' said she. 'Then,' said he, 'if you will not for my sake, nor for your own sake, nor for the sake of that old love, marry me for the sake of the motherless children, who need you more than children ever needed a mother yet, and who who are driving me crazy!' And then Aunt Helen laughed - in earnest, a good, sweet, ringing Deal: and the Jong and short of it is that she has driven up to the Thornton house to-day to look at the cubs and see what she thinks about them Maybe she'll bring them down here she's great on missionary work, you know." "Well, I declare!" was the final chorus. And we sat in sirence a good half hour; and by the time our tongues were running again Aunt Helen had returned, and Mr. Thornton had come in with her and sat down upon the niazza step at her feet, but not at all with the air of an accepted lover much more like a tenant of Mohammed's coffin, we thought. And, as I began to tell you, we were all sitting and swinging there, when Aunt Helen exclaimed about its being a scene of domestic comfort. As she sat down the big, black Cochin hen came to meet her, and Aunt llelen threw her a bit of water cracker, a supply of which she always carried about her now a days. "Why, where's vour husband?" said she to the hen. There he i ," raid Ned. "He's been up alone in that corner of the grass the whole day, calling and clucking and Inviting company; but the rest haven't paid the least attention to him, and are picking and scratching down among the cannas." "Oh. but he's been down there twice, Ned," cried Harry, "and tried to whip the little bantam, but it was a drawn battle." "Well, he ought to have a little vacation, and scratch for himself a while," said Aunt Helen. "He has picked and scratched for bis hen and her family in the most faithful way all summer." ,rAnd so's the banty," said Ned. "The bantam's the best; he's taken as ranch care of the chickens as the hen has, an; way, and he never went to roost ence all the time his hen was setting, Mr. Thornton, but sat right down in the straw beside her every night." "A model spouse," said Aunt Helen. They are almost human," said Mr. Thornton. And so we rat talking till the tea bell rang, for Mr. Thornton was going to stay to tea, he boldly told us; and we saw that he meant to get all the young people on his side, by the way be began to talk to Ned about trout and pickerel, and about deep-eea

fishingr but when he got to eel traps

Ned's face was purple, and he blessed that tea bell, I fancy. However, Mr. Thornton might have found that it wasn't so easy to range the young people on his side, if he had made a loner continued effort We enioved a romance under our eyes, but we had no sort of notion of his taking our Aunt Helen away. We were just coming out from tea, and were patronizing the sue set a little, which was uncommonly fine, and I thought I had never seen Aunt Helen looking like such a beauty, with that rich light overlaying her like a rosy bloom, when John came hasten ing up. "I just want you all to step aside the barn door with me, if yon please, ma'am," said he. And we went after him to be greeted by the sweet smell of the new mown hay, and to be gilded by the one great broad sunbeam swimming full of a glory of motes from door to door. "Do you see that?" said John. It was a flock of the hens and chickens on their customary roosts. "And now do you see that?" sail he; and he turned about aud showed us. on the top rail of the pony's manger, the big black Cochin also gone to roost, but separately and his wife beside him? No, but little Mrs. Bantam! "That's who he's been clucking and calling to this whole afternoon, the wretch!" cried Ned. "And now look here," said John; and we followed him into the harness room, where the chickens had chanced to be hatched, and there, in the straw on the floor, sat the disconsolate little bantam rooster, all alone, with his wings spread and his feathers puffed out, broodfng his four little chickens deserted by their mother. "I declare! I declare!" cried Aunt Helen, as we came out into the great moty sunbeam aain; "the times are so depraved that it has really reached the barn yard. The poor little banty and his brood! Why, it's as bad as the forsaken merman." "Only not so poeical," said we. "Helen," said Mr. Thornton, "it is exactly my condition. Are you going to have pity forthat bird and none forme? Are you going to leave me to my fate?" And in a moment, right before us all, as she stood n that great red sunbeam, Mr. Thornton put hfs arm round Aunt llelen, who, growing rosier and rosier,' either from the sunbeam or something else, could do nothing at last but hide her face. "Helen," he said, "you are certainly coming home with me?" And Aunt llelen did not say no. TWEED AND SWEENY. w York Oomlp As to the Probable Proceedings Against Them. f New York World.l It is definitely stated by parties in interest that negotiations are pending for the release of Wra. M. Tweed from jail on the same conditions as those exacted in the case of Elbert A. Woodward, viz.: the surrender of his property to satisfy as many of the claims against him as possible, and his appearance as a witness, when required, against othei members of the ring. Tweed's evidence is needed more especially in the suits against Sweeny, and in this connection it is stated that the agreement of the attorney general guaranteeing Sweeny immunity from arrest during a certain period will prove of no avail. The agreement does not affect the courts, and will not, it is said, prevent court officers from, executing their processes in the Sweeny case. A gentleman, well-informed in these matters, is authority for the statement that Sweeny will not be allowed to leave this city until the suits against him are settled whether he testifies in other cases or not. It is understood that since his return his movements have been closely watched by detectives, and that any attempt on his part to leave the country would be followed by immediate arrest. A few days ago he went to see his sister, Mrs. Herring, on One Hundred and Thirteenth street, and drove up Second avenue to escape notice, but his carriage was kept in sight at every block by the occupant "of another vehicle, which was driven up Third avenue at the same time. Mr. Tweed's son and brother, Richard M. Tweed, are busily engaged with their counsel in perfecting arrangements to secure the prisoner's release. If certain property of Tweed's transferred by him to other paities, can be recovered, it is probable that he will step forth from Ludlow street jail a free man before many weeks. It is reported that Elbert A. Woodward came down from Connecticut on Monday and called on Sweeny at his sister's house on Thirty-fourth street, remaining closeted there with him and Tweed's counsel for three hours. In the evening Mr. Woodward returned to his home in Connecticut. No communication has taken place bebetween Tweed and Sweeny since the return of the latter. Messt s. Wra. A Beach and John McKeon, counsel for Feter B. Sweeny, and Wheeler H. Teckham. one of the counsel for the people in the $0,000,000 Sweeny suit, were before Judge Westbrook yesterday, when an informal discussion took lace as to when the case would be set down or Jrial. Mr. Beach referred to his entragement in the Emma mine case, and the difficulty of adjourning that trial, in view of the fact of the great number of witnesses who had been brought here at great inconvenience and expense who were ready to give their evidence in the case. It was finally arranged that counsel should come again before Judge Westbrook to-morrow morning, when the time for the trial of the Sweeny suit will be definitely settled. The Superfluous Functionary. Mary Clemmers to Cincinnati Commercial. It is decidedly refreshing to find at last a vice president utilized. When one hears that Vice President Wheeler had influence enough with the president to appoint General Hevens in the cabinet; that when the senate closes he is going south at the head of a commission designed to heal and comfort that afflicted country; that he is going to be anything but a "figure head" in the senate, it is refreshing. -Such progress recalls the melancholy days of Colfax and Wilson. They always came from the white house with the look on their dejected couatenances of having been sent out of the back door. Even Schuyler's "smile" grew sickly when he mentioned the president He was ever loyal to that satrap who, at that time, indulged in a most military manner to his subordinates, and did not hesitate to indicate to Schuyler that he had no use for him. I doubt - if he ever took his advice in a single particular. Schuyler felt it, but forgave it, to all visible purpose, with the genuine good nature and ingrained policy that was a part of biro. But his excess of effort to sound the president's praise upon all occasions betrayed the state of his "true inwardness." Henry Wilson was less reconciled. Poor Henry Wilson was always heavily laden with "ideas," which he wished to communicate. He was never quite happy unless he had somebody's ear as a receptacle! f. l : v ; . : . v. : iiivu wuiuu to pour uis luciuunca anu ma musings. The presidential ear had no room in it for Henry Wilson's budgets. Ulysses had no more use for Henry than he had for Schuyler, and did not hesitate to let him knaw it. I have heard Vice President Wilson complain more than once of the snubbin gs he encountered at the white house; so if he can take a look at affairs to-day. he must he quite consoled to see a vice president "considered," even if that gentleman is not himself.

THE CLANK OF THE CHAIN.

A Pardoned Convict Attempts Burglary to Avoid Starvation. How an Honest Sinn Became a Noted Criminal. New York Herald, 18th. The melodious chimes of old Trinity were just beginning to peal, and, Broadway in the neighborhood of Wall street wore its usual Sunday morning dress of silence and solemnity. The usual number of church going pedestrians were proceeding to their respective churches, and an occasional policeman was in sight The time and place were certainly not propitious for the committing of a burglary, and none but a foolhardy criminal would attempt one under such circumstances. So reasoned Officer Kennedy, of the Church street police, as he wonderinglv watched a 6habbily dressed middle aged man suspiciously trying the doors of the business houses within the shadow of Trinity church. The- man tucked at the Jcnobs, placed his shoulder to the doors, looked through the key holes and examined the windows and gratings in desperate efforts to effect an entrance. He did not seem to care particularly whether he was noticed or not; indeed, he looked round once, and seeing a policeman watching him, renewed his efforts with even greater vigor than before. "This is the oddest burglar I ever saw," muttered the officer, crossing over to the strange man. "Hello, do you belong here?" "No, I don't," was the gruff and emphatic answer. "Then I arrest you on the charge of attempted burglary," said the mystified officer, placing his hand on the man's shoulder. "ou struck it right that time," said the man nonchalantly. "I was attempting burglary, and you caught me in the act." The seeming satisfaction with which the words were uttered only increased the pol his liceman's astonishment, and he hurried is prisoner to the Tombs police court as if anxious to get so strange a customer off his hands. When the prisoner was arraigned at the bar there were present on the bench Judge Kilbreth, Alderman Morris and Dr. Elisha Harris. Officer Kenne ly took the stand and swore that he caught the prisoner. Christian Hanson, attempting to feloniously enter the premises Nos. Ill, 113 and 115 Broadway, at 15 minutes past 10 o'clock in the morning. The prisoner stood upright and listened in silence to the charge. In appearance he was about 50 years of age, over bix feet in height and proportionally built His cheeks were pale and sunken, showing unmistakable evidence of physical suffering. His eyes were bright and his countenance was one of intelligence. His clothing consisted of a torn and ragged coat, a pantaloons with large holes in the knees, a dilapidated hat and shoes well nigh soleless. ASTONISHING THS COURT. "Hanson," said the magistrate, "you are charged with attempted burglary; what have you to say?" "I am guilty," quickly responded the prisoner, in a strong Danish accent. "I did it so that I would be sent to state prison." "And why do you want to go to state prison, Christian?" asked the judge in astonishment. The man hung his head and seemed for a moment disinclined to answer, but encouraged by a kindly word, looked up and said with an earnestness that was deeply impressive: "Jndge. I have only just come from Columbus, Ohio, where I served ten years in state prison for burglary. I was pardoned out by Governor Hayes, now president of the United States. My original sentence was for twenty years. My life is wasted and I am a wreck. God knows I intended when I came out of prison to live an honest life. I was pardoned out on the 5th of last month. I went to Cincinnati and tried to get work, but failed. From there I went to Pittsburg and met with no better success. Then I tramped it all the way to New York, where I had friends, trying to get work from farmers on the way, sleeping where I got an opportunity and eating whenever a charitable person gave me a crust My friends here who knew me before I was a criminal refuse to recognize me.' I can't get work; I have lived in the gutter and been kicked about. Idread to kill myself, and so with the horrors of prison life still before me I am obliged to go back. There is nothing else for me to do " The symi'athies of.all who heard the earnest words of the broken down man were deeply touched by the recital. After some further questions the judge ordered him to step aside until after the adjournment of the court, when his case would be disposed of. THK STORY Of HIS LIFE. "While the prisoner was thus waiting a Herald reporter questioned him as to the leading incidents of his eventful life. He gave them freely, concealing nothing except the names of his associates. "I was born." said he, "in Copenhagen, Denmark, in 1834. My parents were poor, hut rtspectable people, and they gave me a good academic education. Hearing of the advantages of the new world I came to America in 1863, landing in New York. Two days afterward I enlisted in company K, Seventh volunteers, and went to war. I served in several engagements at d was under Generals Gran tand Meade. I was wounded in the shoulder before Richmond. After the war I went to Cincinnati and obtained employment as a laborer on a railroad. Up to this time I was an honest man. Losing my employment I began to frequent the "Buckeye" saloon in Cincinnati, where I fell in with a gang of burglars. Being out of work I listened to their proposals to join their number. They bad plenty of money and got me to drinking, ana I became one them. Our first j b was the robbing of the First National bank of Cincinnati, at the corner of Walnut and Fourth streets. We got $100,000 in United States bonds and $5,000 in greenbacks. "Well, you want to know how the job was done, eh? We hired a basement adjoining the bank, 'giving it out' that we wanted it for a saloon On the tenth day afterward we had everything in readiness, nd on the night of February 3, 180G, we cut a hole through the wall Into the basement of the bank building and then dug our way through the ceiling to where the safe was. At this point the bank watchman came upon us, but I and another of the gang quickly bound and gagged him. -We then blew open the safe. The concussion stopped the clock. It was half-past 3 a.m." "What tools did you use in drilling the holes?" asked the reporter. "Good cracksmen don't use tools," an swered the burglar. "Ill show you how to blow open any safe in New ork without any tools. Just take me to a safe." There happened to be a safe in Judge Kllbreth's private room, and the writer acquainted the magistrate with the prisoner's Jroposal. "By all means," said he, "let us earn" and in a moment the room was filled with spectators. HOW SAFES ABE BLOWN OHK. The prisoner knelt beside the safe, which was locked. "Look." said he, "at thia door. It fits so

tightly that no instrument can be introduced in the cracks ad powder can not be inserted. So far so good. The burglar," continued he, "simply sticks putty all along the cracks except in two places, one at the top of the door and one at the bottom, where he leaves about an inch of space uncovered by the putty. At the lower place he puts a quantity of powder, and he sucks out the air from the upper place, either by a suction pump, which is the better way, or by his mouth. The vacuum created in the safe draws in the powder through the small crack below. The entire work does not occupy more than five minutes."

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The above diagram illustrates thet mehod described. D is the safe door; E E are points left uncovered by the putty. The powder is placed at the lower point, the suction pump at the upper one. Hanson then continued: "We got $400,000 in bonds and $5,000 in greenbacks out of the safe. We then left the building and secreted ourselves in one of our old haunts. The following night I went to Eph. Holland's gambling saloon and lost $1,000 in gaming. On the second day the hue and cry became so fierce that we determined to leave town. The booty was divided amoag us, but I being a novice they cheated me, and I got only $10,000. ROBBING A MAIL CAR. "We went to Richmond, Ind., where we remained until the 7th of March following, when our leader planned a job of robbing the mail car on the Vaudalia railroad. We got on board the train, and at a small station where it stopped the opportunity occurred. The agent left the car, leaving the door open. We stole quietly in and dumped the safe, which was a small one, down the embank ment . We then carried it a distance of a mile in the woods, where we blew it open in the way I have described to you. The sate contained only $5,000. After hiding awhile and gambling away our money we started for St Louis. I was drunk and rode to the bridge. My companions got off before reaching the city and left me to my fate. A detective awaited me at the bridge and arrested me," "How was it that he knew you?" asked the writer. "I don't know, unless a clew was got in the Cincinnati gambling house where I lost my money. The mail cir robbery was supposed to have been committed by the James brothers, and I was not suspected of that until afterward. When arretted I had only $300 left. I was tried in Cincinnati, my counsel being Judge Cox and Emil Roeder, and Judge Taft, who, I see, nas since been in the president's cabinet, sentenced me to 20 year's imprisonment, and I richly deserved it." "Did y.jur 'pals' try to get you out?" "Yes, they "put up' considerable money for lawyers, but my guilt was too well proved." "How did Governor Hayes come to pardon you?" "Well, I served 10 years, and I had made up my mind from the first to bear my punishment like a man. I complied with all the prison rules and was never subjected to discipline. I had no friends in the outside world, and the warden told me good behavior did it. "I tried then to get work, but couldn't. I had earned $65 while in prison, and I lived until the present time on this sum, but three days ago it gave cut, and I made up my mind to go back to prison, as I was starving." SYMPATHY IX COURT. Dr. Harris here interposed and asked Hanson if he would live an honest life if he got work. The ex-convict raised his eyes to heaven and fervently called God to witness that he would. "Then," said the doctor, "I will see that you are placed in honest employment" Alderman Morris gave him $2 with which to buy food and promised to furnish him a suit oi clothing to-day. The man's gratitude was profound. He seemed dazed at the kindness of those about him. It was so different from that to which he had been accustomed, and the tears filled his eyes. He could only find utterance' for a "God bless you all. You have made a man of me." He was . temporarily committed to the Tombs, and to-day he will be provided with employment as promised. The Trials of Telegrrapb. Operators. Ilerald'a Report of Talmage'a Last Sunday Sermon. Don't let your art be a mere matter of work. I preach this sermon to magnify your office ana to stir up in your soul appreciation for the granduer of that work to which God has called you. Again, I charge you to maintain inviolate all the confidences intrusted to you. Through no other hands do there go .so many things never intjr led for the public ear. At this point let me say that I think all judges of courts and the national government ought to be very slow to bring in private telegrams as evidence. What a scene it was when Mr. Orton was brought before congress to bring forward private telegrams. It is a simple fact that the men who did that were scorched with their own lightning, when the lightnings came and said, "Here we are." "Yes," they said, "and I wish I had never seenyou." Laughter. The letters of the post office are no more sacred than the telegraph, and public officials ought to be very careful lest they cripple this great influence. There are a great many people tempted to tell all they know, especially when they don't know much. Men talk too much, and women too. To others your work seems as easy as playing on a piano, but since you began to learn the art you have not been free from annoyances. The story of the telegraph has been the story of trial and trouble. It has been struggle, struggle, all the way up and all the way down. Sevastopol and Austerlitz and Gettysburg were not less struggles than this. Wellington won no better victory at Waterloo than Cyrus W. Field when he landed the cable at Heart's Content The pioneers in telegraphy were the target for the jeers of two hemispheres. - John Glavin, a laborer, has just secured a verdict of $10.000 damages against a Providence, R I., hospital for malpractice. An injured arm was neglected by the physicians in charge until mortification ensued and amputation became necessary.

-MARK TWAIN'S TENETS."

Ills View on I'oli ties The Inconvem. lenee or Having- m Conscience Beils; Ions Recreation. Boston Globe. While tie well known humorist, "Mark Twain," was stopping at the Parker house recently, a reporter of the Globe called on him with no particular object in view. After being shown into room 186, several moments elapsed before the author of the "Innocents Abroad" became aware of his presence. Mr. Twain was Been to be seated in a large easy chair, with a Boston paper before him, smoking a cigar. Finally the porter who accompanied the reporter in question handed Mr. Twain the latter's card, and Mr. Twain immediately whirled his chair'around, told the pleasant faced porter to withdraw from the room, and asked his caller to be seated. "You see for yourself," said Mr. Twain, puffing away at his cigar,"that I'm pretty near heaven not theologically, of course, but by the hotel standard." "Your room is rather high up, Mr. Twain, but it appears very cosey. There is an elevator, I believe, is there not?" Mr. Twain Doubtless there is; all firstclass hotels manage to have elevators. The fact is. I detest elevators, and I'm not ashamed to own it It Then you like walking? Mr. Twain Much better." I do my own walking and talking and write my own books, which is more than every one can say. R. You don't believe in plagiarizing, then? Mr. Twain No, sir; I never plagiarize unless I can do it successfully. R. Do I understand that you ever have done it? Mr. Twain No, sir; but that was probably because I wasn't successful at it R. Do you believe everything that you related in "Innocents Abroad?" Mr. Twain Absolutely everything. R. Do you think the public in general do? Mr. Twain. Of course; why should they not? I related everything as I saw it R. If you remember rightly you mention in "Innocents Abroad," that when you went into a hairdresser's in Paris to get shaved, he loosened your "hide" and lifted you out of the chair. Is that a correct statement, Mr. Twain? Mr. Twain Certainly, correct to the chair; but you must remember that "statements" don't amount to much in any country but particularly in this country. IL But you believe in them, nevertheless? Mr. Twain Not even if they have the official mark. I have been trying to believe in the statements which have been sent from Washington from time to time, but I can't make up my mind. I must tell you right here that my digestion is not so good as formerly. R. May I ask you what you think of President Hayes's cabinet Mr. TwaiD It appears to me that he has made excellent selections; probably if I knew the men he has chosen intimately I might think right to the contrary. R. In that case I should think that you would eulogize them all the more. Mr. Twain I never eulogize except when I don't know a person. It seems to me the safest way is to eulogize a person you don't know; R. May I ask what is your politics, Mr. Twain? Mr. Twain I am neither a republican or democrat for any length of time. Vacillation is my particular forte. During the last election, when the country thought Tilden would surely be elected president I was a strong Tildenite; but as soon as I discovered that everything was against him, I was strong in my support for Hayes. R. Mr. Twain, do I infer from what you have just said that you voted for both men? Mr. Twain Why of course; no one recognized me. I did all my voting in New York. I wasn't tolerated in Hartford; as soon as the peopie discovered that I was exerting all my strength for Hayes, they advised rue kindly to leave the state. I went immediately to New York city and cast my vote for Tilden. And vet, people call this a republic! R. May I ask what you are now politically, Mr. Twain? Mr. Twain Politics have completely died out within rue. They don't take to me or I to them. Since I have come in possession of a conscience I begin to see through things. R. Then you have not had a conscience until lately? Mr. Twain No, sir; it is only recently that I have discovered it It doesn't prove so great a blessing as I supposed it would. Only a day or two ago I exhausted my second deposit at the bank. R. I don't quite understand what yon mean. Mr. Twain Why, simply this: Every one who knows that I have a conscience takes me now for a philanthropist R. Mr. Twain, do you refer to bad debts? Mr. Twain Exactly; or, rather, I may say that they are hotel bills, which I thought were canceled years ago. As I told you a few moments ago, since X discovered that I had a conscience I begin to see the right and wrong of things. II. J)o you like Boston, Mr. Twain ? Mr. Twain Very well; but there seems to be a good many issues floating about here; but I suppose this is peculiar to the city. I am going to the Tabernacle this evening. IL Are you going merely out of curiosity, or are you going because yeur conscience says you roust ? Mr. Twain I'm going for mere recreation. Religion oftentimes'soothes the mind and esses the conscience even if it doesn't penetrate deep into the memory. But I can't talk any more with you to day. I have already said too much I'm afraid, so goodby. t m . Curions Knit About Happhire. New York Tribune?. A very curious case, involving the genuineness of a precious stone, came up before Judge McAdam in the marine court on Sat urday, on a motion to dismiss the proceedings in the suit of Dudley W. ierguson against B. T. Austin, a jeweler in this city. In December, 1871, Mr. Ferguson bought of the defendant a sapphire for $430, and had it mounted for $334 additional. A year afterward Mrs. Ferguson was told by an English jeweler that the stone was what ia known in the trade as a "doublet," of far less value than a genuine sapphire. The ring was taken back to the place where it was bought, and Mr. Anstin'a brother pronounced it a doublet The defendant was in doubt and wanted to see the importer of the stone before settling with the plaintiff, thinking that there was a mistake in filling his orders. Sonie evidence was also adduced before a referee tending to show that the stone might have been c ha need in the setting. Alexander Rumrill and J. Klein, jewelers of many years' experience, both pronounced the stone in the ring a doublet The defendant and his brother were of the same opinion, but said the stone originally sold to plaintiff was a real sapphire. After much additional evidence, it was suggested that the disputed stone might be a sapphire after all. It was submitted to further examination and S roved to be a genuine sapphire beyond a oubt. Mr. Ferguson's request to have the proceedings dismissed without costs was denied, and he will probably have to pay more to stop the suit that .as rin originally cost.