Rensselaer Republican, Volume 25, Number 8, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 20 October 1892 — JUSTICE IN RUSSIA. [ARTICLE]

JUSTICE IN RUSSIA.

London Society, is Justice in holy Russia! Gen. Van Wahl, chief constable of the police at St. Petersburg, when he was Governor at Kieff. received a visit one day from a poor woman, the widow of a police agent who had fallen a victim to his duty. For a long time she had solicited the pension which was her due. The bead of the police to whom she had addressed her demand sent her always brutally away. What was to become of her and her children? She took the resolution to go and see the Governor, and t01d... hhn pirftr story. “Sit down there and write,” replied the General, directing her to a writing table. The trembling woman took her seat and' wrote from the General’s dictation a long supplication. “Now address it „ and wait for mo in the next room.” Two or three minutes afterward the woman was recalled, and the General gave into her hands a sealed letter, saying: “Take this letter to the head constable, take care not to open it, and come back to me as soon as you have the reply.” A week passed, at the end of which the woman went to the palace again, this time joyfuliy; her pension had been granted” to her, and she thanked the Governor with joy. “It is useless to thank me; I am nothing in the affair," and he immediately gave the following order: “The head of the police at Kieff is dismissed from his post and sent into exile. The reason, because he granted a demand after having received a sum of money for so doing.” In the letter which the widow had written to the head of the police, Gen. Wahl had! unknown to her, slipped a bank note for twen-ty-five roubles, which accouted for her supplication being granted*

Artamus Ward Tells a Story —Not the Hate Humorist. “Do you know how Artemus Ward, whose real name I have no doubt vou are aware was Charles Farrar BroWn, came to adopt the nom de plume which has gained him name and fame?” asked a gentleman possessing the curious patronymic of Artamus Ward, at the Grand Pacific. Artamus Word, by the way, is an interesting character, and spells his first name a little different from the late humorist. He is manager of one of largest business concerns in New York, perhaps in tbe world, and most of his life has been devoted to spreading the fame of a certain soap. Curiously enough, he is a deep student of the sayings of the witty writer whose namesake he fs. He is droll, too, and has a facetious method of conversation which might induce one to believe that he was really the humorist, if it were riot the recollection that it is more than twenty years since the latter passed away. “I will tell you,” Mr. Ward went on. “how my predecessor, as I will call him, took the name by which ho is known to the general public. One day he attended a wax doll exhibition which struck him as being peculiarly funny, and the show was run by one Artemna Ward. The writer .1 i|.. aKnw ansi l. a i_ a ii