Indiana State Sentinel, Volume 27, Number 38, Indianapolis, Marion County, 8 May 1878 — Page 1

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VOL. XXVII- NO 38. INDIANAPOLIS, WEDNESDAY MORNING, MAY 8, 1878. WHOLE NO. 229.

XOTII1SG GOOD MI ALL VR PERISH.

NotMng good tiiall evf r perish, Wily the corrupt shall die; Trth, which uen and angels cherish. Flourish esternully. None are wiolly God forsaken ! All Hticred lmaee wear: None so rost but should awaken In oat (taru a brother's care. Not a nSivJ but has Its mission Powrrof working woe or weal ; So de-rded none's condition. But " tie world his weight may feel. Worcs of kindness, words or warning, Deem not thou mayVt speak in vaiu! Evea those the conn?! scorning, Oft shall they return again. Tough the mind, abxor bed in pleasure, (lotd the voice of counsel light. Yet doth faithful memory treasure Vhat at first it seemed to slight. Words of kindness we have spoken. May, when we have passed away, Heal, perhaps, some spirit broken, Gnde a brother led astray. Tli us our very thoughts are living, Even when we are not here ; Jov and consolation given To the friends we hold so dear. Hot an act but l.s recorded, Not a word but has Its weight; Every virtue is rewarded, Outrage punished, soon or late. Let no being, then, be rated As a thing of little worth; Everv so m that Is treated lias Its part to play on earth. For the Sunday Sentinel. A LAWYER'S CONFESSIONAL. BY CHASSEUR. Of all men, I suppose those w)k have established characters for probity and integrity In the practice of the law are most often burdened with the knowledge of other people's secret affairs. More men, and women too, for that matter, carry within their bosoms a "dead secret" than most of us are apt to imagine, and it is seldom the case that such do not, at some period during their lives, ad themselves driven to a confession that they may take the cool and calculating advice of one who studies their misfortune without being at the same time menaced by it. I have sometimes thought that Protestant lawyers are often put in possession of secret facts which none but ghostly confessors ever hear among a Catholic people. While in a large majority of cases the man or woman who seeks consultation over a par.icularly secret matter, does so with a view toreceiv ing advice on which to act, yet it occasion ally happens that one's burden is greater than be can bear, and who so close mouthed as tbe lawyer? Lawyers can be trusted with secrets. Tbe lawyer's oSice is a ort of "holy of holies" a sacred place, where a client who is on tbe "ragged edge" may unload bis burdened mind without fear of betrayal. The profession prides iUelf on its honor in this respect, and it is unquestionably entitled to all the honor which an unwavering faithfulness warrants. Bat I at down to record a few instances illustrating in some degree the character of the secrets which may from time to time be divulged within the precincts of a lawyer's office; and in doing so, let me assure my readers that the unfortunate men and women whose stories they shall hear are all dead long ago, and that the world will know no snore of these particular men and women after the stories are told than before. . 'It has been. a long time ago so long that the matter bad almost escaped me, and was only recalled on looking over an old faded and dusty memorandum, containing a citation to a case decided in New York, now three-quarters of a century ago, involving a question of condonation that a gentleman came to me and exhibited an ugly gash in tbe palm of his right hand, and a shallow stab in his left thigh. He was a man in good circumstances, stood well In the community in which he lived, and, so far as the world knew, his was a loving and happy family. But what a sad, sad tory, emphasized by that gash and stab, was it that my client poured into my ears on that beautiful Hay morning so many years ago! for a long time the man and Lis wife had lived in secret warfare.- To the outside world they were all smileeand love; but alone, all was enmity, hatred and ill will. A long and fierce quarrel had culminated on that May morning in tbe wife thrusting a kni e into the fleshy part of her husbancTs thigh, and he, seizing the blade in hia naked hand, she had violently drawn it out, thus gashing the palm, when he had knocked her down with his fist, and then went right off to see a lawyer. And yet for days and weeks and even months after this all the world looked upon this man and woman, no doubt, as models of propriety, forbearance and affection. All the world? No; I think there was one old lawyer, whose office was not many doors removed from mine, who knew. better. Very soon after my client had given bis secret to me I saw his wife coming out of tbe door of the old lawyer's office, and I suppose he heard her side. At any rate, when, after a year had passed succeeding the stabbing and knock down, and the parties could stand it no longer, but separated amid much ohing and ahing on tbe part of tbe people, we two put our heads together; a divorce was patched up, and this hitherto respectable man and woman soon dropped out of sight, going ' no one knew or cared where. One day an old man came to me whom I had known for almost a lifetime. "I don't know why it i?," he said, '"but I have been in great trouble of mind for a week past." 'What's the trouble, Mr. H?" I asked! "Well. I'll tell you," said he. "You see I moved from North Carolina to Indiana away back in the first part of the thirties. I was a young man then and no one here has ever imagined that I had been married back there. But I had. 1 married when I was yet in my teens, and before I was twentyone ray wife died and left me the father of a baby boy. I left the child with its aunt, my wife's sister, soon after and came , to Indiana intending to go back, but I was ' yo'ing, and very soon met rcy nresent wife aud was married to her.and have never been , 'back, nor have I ever heard of my boy but ' once since.I left My wife does not know of it, my present children do not know of It, nor do any of my neighbors. You are the first man, and the only human being to whom I have mentioned the thing during jiast forty-seven years." The man's story excited my curiosity, and 7 inquired of him bow it came about that he was troubled about it more during the last week than ever before. He answered : "I dreamed about him one night about a week ago. I thought he came 1 to me and

laid his head on my shoulders and looked

up into my face with his blue eyes, just like his mother used to do, oh so long ago, and I have been thinking about him ever since!" The old man did not know whether his bov was alive or not: he had indirectly heard of him being alive when he was five years old, hut never since, iie was careiui to ascertain the boy's rights in his father's estate, which was very considerable, and while he seented to dread tbe result of him or his descendants laying claim to a chili's part, be nevertheless refused to make a will cutting off the inheritance. Not long after the old man died, and the secret was bxned in his coffin with him save so much as he had confided to roe. I was counsel for his administrator In the settlement of his estate. I filed the petition to partition his tands, and no one save myself ever dreamed that there was a possibility that another heir was living away on" in .North Carolina. There is no class of cases which brings more vexation to the lawyer in general practice ordinarily than an incubating divorce case. In a large majority of divorce cases there is a sudden ilare up, a separation and a divorce; but occasionally, where there is property to be disposed oi and young children to look after, a long time is required for the egg to hatch into an open and public separation. During that time each of the parties will sometimes strive to the very utmost to put the other in an attitude which will appear a wrong one to the public Tbe husband wishes to retain as much of his property as possible, and tne wife is striving for the largest possible share. Tbe law wisely closes the mouth of both, as witnesses, and the merest scraps and shreds of evidence are all that either can hope to rely oa. Both parties take counsel and both see the difficulty, and hence the ingenuity of both will be put to tbe utmost stretch to have tbe world believe that the fault is with tbe opposite side. In the presence of strangers how loving, how kind, how considerate each will be to the other. Faugh! Sometimes, however, it happens that one of the parties will be mainly to blame. Oftener this is so than otherwise. In such case the warfare on the one side will be offensive, while on the other it will be defensive. Then it is that the lawyer's advice is of greatest use to him or her who defends. Then it is that a cool hand and a cooler head becomes of the greatest importance. I remember a case in point. It occurred many, many years ago. A bmbtnd of large .means determined for some cause or other on having a divorce from his wife. He was a farmer. She was his first wife and by the joint Industry of the two a handsome fortune bad been accumulated. A house full of children brn at regular Intervals during a period of sixteen years filled the house. Tne wife loved her husband and children, and was as devoted to husband and children as wife could be. At least such was the testimony of those of the neighbors who were in a position to know. No sooner had the man determined on a divorce, than he began a system of aggravating persecutions that was diabolical enough to have driven a saint into a perpetual fury. In the presence of strangers he was all smiles, bntalone with her and he was a fiend. Nor did he conceal from her his motive. But who would have believed her story? Surely no judge, for bad she abandoned him and published his infamy to the world, the story of it would never have reached tbe judicial ear. It would have been hearsay." She came to me. I saw at once that we had a tiger and a fox to fight. Skill, caution, forbearance, prudence, sense, everything was necessary to carry on the unequal combat successfully. There was too handsome a property to divide, and tbe mother's love for her children was toe strong for the battle to go without a bitter contest. "Say nothing to aggravate, do nothing to exasperate, but stick to your position in that household," was tbe advice given. She acted upon it. She discharged faithfully all her duties of wife and mother. She endured all his taunts and jeers. She held the citadel, nntil, at the end of two years, the man became fairly furious, and determined on a last and most desperate charge. He hired for the purpose a characterless vagabond as a farm hand, and promised the wretch fifty dollars if at a given time be would creep or force his way into the wife's bed. Fifty dollars was a large sum, and the brute agreed to it at once. Tbe wife got an inkling of what was going on, and her wrath for once got tbe better of her, and sh charged her husband with his intended crime. I think it likely that she uncapped the volcano of her fury at that particular time, and no doubt she said many things not calculated to soothe the spirit of a bad husband. At any rate he lost his head, and in his endeavor to add to her wretchedness confessed to enough by way of taunt to verify the truth of her former 'suspicions. At once she posted off to consult her lawyer. "What shall I do?" she asked. "Shall I abandon children and all after these years of suffering and misery?" "No!" I said; "never. Go and get you a pistol, carry it on your person in the daytime, and take it in the bed with you at night, and if that hired ruffian oilers you an insult shoot him down!" Perhaps the advice was dangerous. If I had it to do over again, I would most likely not give it that way. Bat instead of harm good came of it. She procured the arm, the hired man found it out, and instead of being a party to the ruin of a woman who bad never harmed him, be turned against a man who had cheated him oat of a part of his wages for work honestly done, and told the story of that man's infamy. The battle was won, and tbe wife now abandoned her defensive position, brought her suit for divorce, and had her own way. She kept tbe farm and the children, and he became a vagabond and a wanderer. I see almost every day on our streets a little boy whose publicly known history goes back to a misty morniDgin November a good many years ago. On that morning a fellow townsman on opening his front door found a bundle of rags on his door step, and on unrolling them anew-born infant was found with one little fist crammed into its mouth. He was a foundling, and after much inquiry and more guessing had been wasted in tbe vain efiort to trace out his parentage, the child was turned over to the largest hearted and poorest family in tbe town to be charitably brought up; and now he may daily be seen bounding through our streets in all the joyousness of childhood, not knowing or caring to know, aught .of father and mother who so cruelly turned him out to the cold charities of the world in that misty November morning a good many years ago. On the same street was, up to within a year or so back, to be seen an aged gray haired man, most venerable and wise in appearance. Just such a looking man the poet had in his mind's eye when he wrote "Age sits with decent grace upon his visage, Ami worthily becomes bis wiver look: lie wear the marks of many years weil Kpent, Of virtue, truth well tried, and wise experience." Ah! me, me, what a deceitful, hollow world this i. to be sure! Tbe hoary headed old villain! That old man was the father of that boy, and tbe anxiety and wretchedness that he and the lad's poor, frail mother suffered while hiding his existence from tbe public, and leaving him on the doorstep on that misty November morning, the grave which holds both of the guilty parents can alone disclose. Franklin, Ind., May 3, 1878.

THE VIOLET.

Hod does not send strange flowers every year. When tn spring winus blow o cr tne pleasant places, The same fair things lift up the same fair faces ; The violet is here. All is unchanged, the odor, grace and hue, Kacli dear relation of Its lite repented: No loss is felt, no looking for is cheated, It is the same we knew. So af'er death's cold winter it must be, God will not set strange signs in the heavenly places, The name der iriends will show the same dear faces. Vellchen! I shall have thee. GOING INTO PARTNERSHIP. Mrs. Nottingham, being unable to get the means from her husband to supply her necessities, at last informed bim that she should resume her profession of teaching, so as to be as independent as she was before she was married. '"You're not in earnest, my dear?" said Mr. Nottingham. "Of course I'm in earnest. Why not? Do you suppose I intend to go this way, beg ging and praying for every farthing I spend. I've been independent once, and 1 can be so again." "No; but look here!" Mr. Nottingham had risen, and was pacing up and down rather uneasily. "My wife can't go to teaching. What is it that you want?" "What I can earn," proudly retorted Mrs. Nottingham. "Put it into words." "Well, then; look here," said Mrs. Nottingham; "I have always done my own work and sewing. Considered as a cook, I demand three pounds a month; as a seamstress, one pound; your wife and the mother of your children, at least ten pounds more. And then I shall not consider myself properly compensated." "Whew-w-w! Let me see it's nearly 20 a month!" "I consider my services as worth that, at least," said Mrs. Nottingham, with dignity; "but If you would rather hire a housekeeper, I will prosecute my original idea of opening a select school." Mr. Nottingham walked up and down the room once more, rumpling his hair into porcupine fashion with his tinners. "I'll consult 1'ncle Wetherbee," he said. "Very well," said Mrs. Nottingham, "I'm quite willing to abide by his decision." Tncle Wetherbee, a bronze visaged eisailor, who was comfortably smoking his meerschaum up stairs, was summoned at once. He came down rather slowly on account of a wooden leg and listened to the pleading on either side with the utmost gravity. "D'ye want to know my opinion?" said Uncle Wetherbee when they both had linished. "Certainly," said Mr. Nottingham. "Of course," said his wife. "Then look here," said Uncle Wetherbee. "Matrimony's a copartnership of joys and sorrows, and it ought to be of money as well. My advice is. Nephew Nicholas," that you divide even with vour wife." "Divide even!" blankly repeated Mr. Nottingham. "Or. better still," went on Uncle Wetherbee, "take one-third of the money yourself, lay aside one-third for household purposes, and give the other third to Phobe." "Yes, but uncle " "You asked my advice," said Uncle Wetherbee. "There it is. And I have nothing more to say." And off he stumped up stairs again. Mr. Nottingham looked at his wife. His wife looked back again at him. "Well," said Phabe. "I will try it," said Mr. Nottingham. "It seems a wild idea, but Uncle Wetherbee is a remarkably sensible man. Yes, I'll try it." And for the next three years Mr. Nottingham remained in partnership with bis wife on these unusual financial conditions. "Though for the life of me, I can't see what you do with all your money," said he to his wife. "The very idea that has often suggested itself to me in regard to your money," retorted Mrs. Nottingham, laughingly. "I had intended to buy a house for you, if it hadn't been for this unexpected apppropriation of my funds," said Mr. N. "I can't wait, dear," said his wife, serenely. "All in good time." But one afternoon Mr. Nottingham came home early from business and rushed up to Uncle Wetherbee's room. "My dear uncle," said he, "that house of Falkirk's is in tbe market at forced sale. Such a bargain! Only XGOO!" "Why don't you buy it, then?" sIiMr. Wetherbee, scooping fresh tobacco out of his jar. "Because I've only been able to lay up four hundred out of that deuced ly small allowance of mine," said Mr. Nottingham. "Ever since I divided with Phube, according to your suggestion " "Yes," added Uncle Wetherbee, "according to my suggestion " "I've been a comparatively poor man," sighed Mr. Nottingham. "One can't lay up anything on such a pittance as that." "Perhaps your wife thinks so, too," chuckled Uncle etherbee. ' ' Oh, that's altogether a different matter," said Mr. Nottingham. "I've been thinking I ought to reconsider that affair." 1 Uncle Wetherbee stared intently at his wooden leg and said nothing. "But, added Mr. Nottingham, "about the Falkirk place? It's a little gem of a house, and I've always wanted a house of my own. This rent paying business don't altogether suit me. And I could give a mortgage for the 200 if you would allow me to use yeur name as security." "Oh, certainly, certainly!" said Uncle Wetherbee, "use it as much as you like." And Mr. Nottingham went oft rejoicing. But Wiggs it Sangster, the agents in charge of the Falkirk place, were exultant when he arrived. "Four hundred pounds and a mortgage for the balance is very well," said Mr. Sangster, "but they had bad another offer this morning of cash down ! And they had considered it their duty to Mr. Falkirk to to close with it. Very sorry but perhaps they might suit Mr. Nottingham with some other piece of property." Mr. Nottingham went home sadly dispirited. "What's the use of trying to save money?" said he, "I'm going to give up after this!" "I don't agree with you there, dear." Said Mrs. Nottingham. "I ve been saving .money tor the last three years, and I've found it payB " "You have?" said her husband. "Of course I have. Do you suppose I spent all the money? Not a bit of it. I put the best part of it out at Interest, always following Uncle Wetherb-e's advice in my Investments, and I've bought a house with it!" "What bouse?" Mr. Nottingham's eyes opened wider and wider. "The Falkirk house," said Mrs. Nottingham, her lips and cheeks dimpled all over with satisfaction. . "I completed the bargain to-day. My dear" stealing one arm around her husband's neck "how do you think I have held up my end of the business partnership'?" "Better than I could have done myself, Phoebe," said Mr. Nottingham, with a curl

ous moisture coming into his eyes. "My plucky little wife, I am proud of you." "It was your money, Nicholas," said the wife, in a faltering voice. , "But it was your prudence and economy that stored it up, Phoebe." "Then you don't regret the terms and articles of our partnership?" So the young couple moved into the Falkirk house when the lstof May came around, and, the coziest room in the house, with a south window and an open ' firer lace for a wooden fire, was reserved for Uncle Wheterbee. And Mr. Nottingham is never tired of telling his friends his wife bought the place with her share of the partnership profits. "Tbe most charming woman in the world," says Mr. Nottingham.

CIIUKCII INTELLIGENCE. "Let us do right, and whether happiness or unhappiness, it is no very mighty matter." There is a religious revival at Princeton college, and the good work is greatly aided by the prevailing feeling of the uncertainty Of life. One of the oldest and most resDected of the Episcopal ministers of New York, Dr. Shepben II. Tyng, has retired on a pension of $6,0t0. He is 78. ' "They say," remarked the preacher at church last Sunday, "that Beecher has knocked the bottom out of hell. But it's all the worse, brethern, all the worse for hell is only made so much deeper!" The New England Methodist conference has suspended a minister for a year for believing in probation after death. The theory of his suspension probably is that it will take about 12 months to starve him into a different belief. Within the past ninety -five years the population of the country has increased II 33 per cent., but the Roman Catholic population during the same period increased 39 per cent and the proportion of Catholics to the rest of the population is 9,500,000 to 3!, 000,000. You need not be afraid of giving too much. The old darkey said, "If any ob you know ob any church what died of liberality, jess' telkme whar it is, an I will take a pilgrimage to it, an by de soft light ob de pale moon I will crawl upon its moss covered roof an' write upon de topmost shingle, "blessed am de dead who died in de Lord." If we work upon marble, it will perish; if we work upon brass, time will efface it; if we rear temples, they will crumble into dust; but if we work upon immortal minds if we imbue them with correct principles and with a proper reverence for their Creator aud an affection for their fellow men we engrave on these tablets something which will brighten in all time to come. Daniel Webster. "Having in my youth severe notions of piety,''' says a Persian writer, "I used to ar:,v in the night watches to meditate, pray and read the Koran. One night, fully accupied with these practices, my father, a man of practical piety, awoke. 'Behold,' said I, 'thy other children are lost in irreligious slumber, while I alone awake to praise (!od.' 'Son of my soul,' answered he, 'it is better to sleep than to wake to remark the faults of thy brethren.' " The southern Methodist general conference is in session at Atlanta, Oa. Three bishops will be elected during the session one to fill the vacancy by the death of Bishop Marvin, one for tbe Texas district, and one for the Pacific coast. The conference will also consider the proposition of the proposed union with the north branch ot the Episcopal Methodist, and tbe Pan Methodist question will come up before it. The. proceedings of this body will be watched with more than usual interest by their brethren north. What constitutes true loveliness? Not the polished brow, the gaudy dress, nor the show and parade of fashionable life. A woman may have all tbe outward marks of beauty, and yet not possess a lovely character. It is the benevolent disposition, the kiad acts and the Christian deportment. It is In the heart, wbere meekness, truth, affection, humility are found, where we look for loveliness; nor do we look in vain. The woman who can soothe the aching heart, smooth the wrinkled brow, alleviate tbe anguish of the mind, and pour the balm of consolation in the wounded breast, possesses, in an eminent degree, true loveliness of character. There are many and good reasons apart from all higher considerations why every person should form the habit of regular attendance upon tbe services of the sanctuary. It is a good thing, it is conducive to selfrespect for the man or woman who has been working all tbe week to "dress up" and go to church. It breaks up the monotony of life, it changes for a time the channels ot thought It affords both physical rest and mental nourishment Of two men, all religious considerations apart, tbe one who goes to church on the Sabbath, while the other goes on some excursion, or goes visiting, or even remains yawning about home, tbe church goer will be tbe better prepared for his work on Monday morning. The Sabbath was wisely fitted by its Maker to maa's physical and mental as well as spiritual requirements; and when men keen it as God designed it. they receive the benefits of it even in these lower interests. But the higher consideration ought to have weight when the lower ones do not It is every one's bounden duty, so far as providence permits, to be an habitual attendant upon the regular services of God's house. It is not the duty of Christians only. Who is here that is free from the obligation to worship God? Not one single individual in all the wide world. "I can worship Gpd at home," you say. True; but you should worship Him in the assembly of His faints also. We make prominent among the considertions which ought to urge upon you to the house of God, this divine obligation. Attendance upon public worship is what God demands. You ought to go. There are in addition, however, other weighty reasons. As a matter of fact, no small proportion of the religious instruction that the majority of men receive is obtained from what they hear in tbe church. The most of the religious knowledge that even the majority of Christians giin is from the f reaching of Goi's word. If you would earn, then, of God and His ways knowledge, surely, that you ought to be eager after go to church. - Then further, you are thereby In the way of receiving a blessing. It is largely from the regular attendants upon sanctuary services that the increase comes to the number of those who profess Godliness. That is to siy, the church-goer, r t er than the church neglector, I the one ho by the trutii is likely to be brought to Christ, and so to heaven. Can there be any sufficient answer to these reasons? Attending upon public worship you receive benefits so far as this life is concerned. Tut above and beyond that, you are in the way of duty, you are doing what you ought to do; you are learning of the things of God's kingdom; you are where I our heart is likely to be touched by the ivine Spirit Go to church, and take your children. American Messenger.

MV BREAD OX THE WATERS.

BY GKOR'.K I.. CATLIX. "Mister," the little Tellow said, "Please gimme a dime to buy some bread." I turned to look at the ragged form, That, In the midst of the pitiless Morni, Pinched and haggard, and old with care, In accent pleading, was standing there. Twas a little boy not twelve years old: He shivered and shook in the bitter cold; Ills eyes were red with weeping, I fear And adown his cheek, there rolled it tear K'en then. His misery struck me dumb Twas a Ktreet in a crowded city slum, Where an errand of duty led my feet That day, through tbe istorin and blinding sleet. "PoorHttle fellow!" at last I said, "Have you no father?" "No. he's dead !;' The answer came. "You've a mother, then?" "Yes, sir," he BRid, with a sob; "ehe's been Hick for a year, and the doctor Raid fche'd never again got up from bed." "You are hungry, too?" I asked. In pain. As I looked at his poor, wan face again. "Hungry!" he said, with a bitter groan, Tluu would melt to pity a heart of stone; 'I am starved ; we are all starving," he Haul, "We haven't had a crunt of bread Me. nor mother, nor baby Kate Kince yesterday morning." . J did not wait To ask him more. "Come, come !" I cried, "You ahall not hunger;" and at my side His poor little nattering footsteps fell On my ear with a sadness I can not telL But his eyea beamed bright when he saw me stop Before the door of a baker's shop, And we entered. "Now eat awav, ray boy. As much as you like," I said. With Joy, Aud a toft expression of childish grace. He looked up into ny friendly face. And nobbed, as he strove to hide a tear, "Oh! if mother and baby Kate were here !" "But eat," said I ; "Never mind them now." A thoughtful look stole over ills brow, And lo! from his face the joy had fled. "What! while they're starving at home?" he said; "Oh! no, sir! I'm hungry, Indeed, 'tis true, But I can not eat till they have some, too." The tears came rushing I can't tell why To my eyes, as he nooke these words. Said I: "God bless you! Here, you brave little man, Here, carry home all the bread you can." Then I loaded him down with loaves, until He could carry no more. I pld the bill; And belore hecouM quite understand Jut what I was doing, into his nand I slipped a bright new dollar; then said, "Good-by," aud away on my journey sped. 'Twas four years apo. But one ay last May, As I wandered by hance through east Broadway, A cheery voice accosted me. Lo! Twas the self same lad of years ago. Though larger grown una his loots, in truth, Bespoke a sober, industrious youth. "Mister," said he, "I'll never forget The kindness you showed when last we met. I work at a trade, and mother is well Ho is baby Kate and I want to tell You this, that we owe it all to you. 'Twas you don't blush, sir that helped us through In onr darkest hoi r; and we always say Our luck has been better since that day When you sent ni home with bread to feed Those starving ones in their hour of need." New York: Ledger. LATE FAHHIOK JDECJIEES. Dolmans are popular for spring wraps. French heels are popular but dangerous. Valenciennes is the popular lace just now. The Maria Stuart bonnet is a very popular shape. ' Two-button gloves will be preferred for the promenade. ' Valenciennes net is a nev and pretty material for over ii esses. New spring shswls are in bourette with dainty dashes of color. Simplicity in the style of hair dressing is growing in favor. The pnncesse dress, with scarf drapery, is the prevailing fashion. "Beize" is a shade of drab between ashes of roses and wood brown. Some of the new French laces are scarcely distinguishable from real thread. Long, light scarf ties, of Spanish lace, in white, are very pretty and becoming. The new organdies are in plain, delicate shades, with a border of roses and grasses. The long princesse polonaise is very becoming to ladies who are inclined to be stout Hose are becoming more gauzy than ever, some airy patterns in lace being among the latest fancies. Black crepe de lisse ruches are growing in favor. They are very becoming to delicate wrists and throat Slippers are very low cut- Many have straps, with bows of gros grain or satin ribbon over the instep. The latest tbirg in shawls is a shell pattern in a sort of flaxy looking thread. They are light and very graceful. Handkerchiefj have delicately wrought borders in colored embroidery. One of the newest conceits is the folding of one of these dainty kerchiefs in tbe form of a bow for tbe neck. SI'ICEltlES. Somebody estimated that every man who lives to be GO years old has spent seven months buttoning his shirt collar. Thirty years more ought to be added for huntiDg up the collar button. St Paul Pioneer Press: A Minnesota girl has been serving on a railroad as a brakeman in male attire. She gave a civil answer to the question of a passenger, when her sex was at once t us pec ted. Danbury-News: At 20 a woman reaches for the trailing arbutus. At 2d she is after horse radish. At 30 she digs roots for her blood. Such is gentle spring in the various stages of the feminine life. A girl being bantered one day by some of her female friends in regard, to her lover, who bad tbe misfortune to have but one leg, replied, 'Tooh. I wouldn't have a man with two legs--they're too common." A certain little damsel being aggravated beyond endurance by her big brother, fell down upon her knees and cried: "O Lord! my brother Tom. He lies, he steals, be swears. All boys do; us girls don't Amen." New York Observer: Yes, .brother journalists, there will come a time when religious societiei will not expect seven dollars' worth cf gratuitous advertising in return for a ticket entitling tbe bearer to a chance in a ralle for a '.)') cent hair brusb. Oshkosh Christim Advocate: With the St Louis Journal in its philosophy we quite agree, that religious hsh ought not to bite on Sunday. And we suggest, too, that pious ice ought not to break on Sumday, and that Christian gin ought not to intoxicate on Sunday. Detroit Trib ine: Three Detroit boys were overheard quarreling over the respective merits of their sisters. All of them had to take a back seat when a little fellow said: "My eiiter '11 jike the string out of her corset

for me to spin my top with, and if I lose it she'll stay home from a party and never give me u word of sass! Is your sister any bosser than that?" Scientific American: A torn cat Is a more independent animal than a man. When a man comes homeat2or3 o'clock in the morning he slips in as quietly as possible, but a torn cat don't eeeni to care. The later the hour, and the nearer the house it approaches, the louder it will yell. Atlantic Monthly: "Is it becoming to me?" asked she, as she paraded in the costume of one hundred years ago before her husband. "Yes, my dear," said he, meeklv. "Don't you wish I could dress this way aU the time?" she asked. "No, my dear," he replied, "but I wish you had lived when that was the style." Detroit Free Press: In the still watches of the night it is eas enough to fancy that one bears the soft whispers ot angels telling him to be good; but jump outol bed and you'll find it is the hired girl falsing from the window to her fellow below perhaps telling him why the Monday washing was brought in. contrary to agreement ( hio State Journal : Let Plymouth church take hold of the scandal again, and give Mrs. Tilton an opportunity to cross examine Mr. Beecher closely. She might be able to refresh his memory. How is a man with so many weighty matters to think of going to remember every little circumstance that may have turned up in his social life. Washington Post: A certain member of congress, whose name "for obvious reasons," is withheld from publication, was asked at a late hour the other evening, what his views were on the tariff. He replied, with somewhat thickened utterance "Mydearsir, I go off on a tare if I me a mind to 'n its nobodysbizness; themsmysentiments." Washington Post A STRANGE STORY.

Once Ilaug and I'oostbly to lie llnnr Again. St. Louis Republican, May 4. A gray headed and decrepit prisoner arrived here from the west Thursday night in charge of Detective Ii. A. Kincade. of Olney, Illinois, and J. Stone, ex sheriff of Putnam county, Indiana. The old man was lodged in our city jail, and last evening he resumed his journey toward Perryville, Boyle county, Kentucky, where "he is wanted to answer the hideous charge of having murdered an old and helpless lady in cold blood on the night of the 12th day of April, twelve long years ago. The record of those twelve years shows that, if John Taylor's crime was a terrible one, his punishment is almost commensurate with it. Aged and friendless, he bas from day to day lived the life of an outlaw a hunted thing who knew no home, aud whose sleepless, inexorable conscience kept alive within bim a terror of retribution which barred for all time any feeling of security. In his travels and bis sufferings his wife was a patient sharer, until, two months ago, her system yielded to the stress of mental anxiety and physical abuses, and she died where her husband was finally" captured. And so it must be a very relief to John Taylor to know that bis agony of suspense is over, and that the pursuers whom, sleeping or waking he never failed to fear, have fastened their clutches upon him. He goes back to Perryville, probably to expiate his crime with his life. In 18.0 John Taylor lived near Danville, Ky., and enjoyed the luxuries of good health, little care, a fair means of living and a large family. His son, Wm. Taylor, was indicted by the grand jury of Boyle county on a charge of burglarising a country dwelling and stealing some goods, and one of the principal witnesses to be feared in his case was Mrs. Mary Bolton, a widow, who lived in a farm house, with no other companion than a little granddaughter. On tbe morning of the 13th of April, that year, tbe old lady was found dead in her bed with a bullet-hole in her head, and the bed clothes drenched with blood. 'At first the horror promised to remain a mystery, till the little granddaughter,, whom fright for a long time rendered mute, made a shocking revelation. She said that she awoke about twelve o'clock the night before and saw two men in the room whom she readily recognized as John Taylor and his son William. She knew it meant mischief, and she quietly covered herself up with the bed clothes, childlike. She beard the rifle shot that killed her grandmother, but was paralyzed, and so gave no sign. The men did not discover her, and so left a witness to their crime whose testimony was to prove fatal. At once the father and son were placed under arrest to be held for trial. The citizens, however, who had held the old lady in high regard, determined to brook no law's delay, and the prisoners were forcibly taken from the officers, carried to the woods and hung to a tree. The crowd remained on'ylong enough to complete their work, as they supposed. By some agency possibly through a defect in the rope the old man was allowed to fall to the ground shortly after the crowd left and there he lay for several hours. He finally recovered the use of his limbs, but not of bis mind, and went a wandering. He was of course recaptured, as he had not the wit to make effort to avoid it and this time he was committed to jaiL There he regained his strength, and two or three months later he, with a colored hog thief known as Rev. J. Holman, broke jail. He made for Illinois and found safety in the swamps of Eijypt for nearly a year. Thence he went to Cooper county, Missouri, thence to Kansas, thence back to southwest Missouri, thence to Burbane county, Kansas, thence to Vernon county, Missouri, where he made his fiaal settlement, near the town of Nevada, Vernon county. At each of the above places he spent a year or two, leading the wretched life of a squatter, but at the lastfplace be met with some success in tilling a patch of ground. A couple of months ago something brought the case to the attention of Detective Kincade, and by much perseverance and exercise of ingenuity he traced the fugitive through tbe long course above detailed. Having finally located bim in Vernon county, he went there with Mr. Stone, armed with a requisition. . Sheriff William McGinniss, of that county, who had given valuable assistance in the case previously, went with them to the farm, where they found Taylor hoeing in his potato patch. He was captured without trouble, and he has nothing tossy. He has a daughter liviag in Kentucky, and five sons-in-law, some of whom live in Missouri. Cnn't Afford to llaali tbe Memories for 83.75. A religious paper addresses its readers in the following pathetic strain: "Your mother real the AdvocMe before you were born, and read it many a day as she recked and hummed you to sleep. She has gone home to heaven. This year's Advocate may guide your feet safely to that same heaven. Brother, can you aflord to hush these memories and quench this light for $2.75?' The mother-in-law has been attacked in the New Jersey courts, where a man has had the courage to sue her for a thirteen hundred dollar board bill. It was contracted during one of the short visits to see how Maria was getting along.New York Telegraph.