Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 9, Number 44, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 3 May 1879 — Page 2

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THE MAIL

PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

TERRE HAUTE, MAY 3, 1879

TWO EDITIONS

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Paper are published.

The FIRST EDITION, on Friday Evening, has a large circulation In the surrounding towns, where it Is sold by newsboys and agents. The SECOND EDITION, on Saturday Evening, goes into the hands of nearly every reading person in the city, and the farmers of this Immediate vicinity. Kvery Week's Issue is, In laci,

TWO NEWSPAPERS,

In which all Advertisements appear for THE PRICE OF ONE ISSUE,

RICHMOND HAS FALLEN.

HOW THEOLAD IN fELLIGENCE WAS TELEGRAPHED TO THE CAPITAL.

Philadelphia Times.

It is safe to sjy that no message ever sent by telegraph was of such national interest as the one which Mr. William JE.

Kettles, then an operator in the service of the government at the War Department in Washington, received from Richmond, on the morning of the 3d of April, 1865. Mr. Kettles, then a mere boy of 15, but an expert telegraph operator, was working the Fortress Monroe and City Point wire at Washington. Shortly after 9:30 the Washington and Cherrystone operators were engaged on a long message, when suddenly both men were taken aback by what seemed to be a most foolish demand from Fortress Monroe: "Turn down for Richmond, quick Had a flash of lightning struck through the walls at that moment the shock could not have been greater than it was on tbo part of every man in that room. Such a thing' as cDmmunication with Richmond, which had not been known since the beginning of the war, notwithstanding the frequent success of the Union army of late, was entirely out of the question in everybody's mind. Richmond, the great stronghold of the South Could it )D9 a joke?

Therd was great alacrity in turning down the adjustment. There were trembling fingers while it was being done, and there vtfas a gathering around of many operators with curiosity, suspense and impatience combined, to see what it meant. Sure enough! the signals of the operator in Richmond to the operator in Washington were bounding along the line. No signal was ever answered more promptly. Then came the question: "Do you get me well?" "I do go ahead." "All right. Here's the first message fjr four years:

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'RICHMOND, Ya., April 3,18&v— Hon. E. M. Stanton, Secretary of War: We entered Richmond at 8 o'clock this morning. WKITZBL,

Brigadier Geneial Commanding." Mr. Kettles concedes that he copied the message, but he could Bever tell bow. He remembers of starting up from his chair and upsetting inkstaod and instrument, of kicking over a tin that sat at the fireplace, in order to make a noise of rushing for General Eckert's room, where sat President Lincoln and Mr. Tinker, the cipher clerk, talking in a low tone. As Mr. Kettles was about to hand the message to Mr. Tinker, the President caught sight of the boay words, and with one motion and two strides, message and President were out of sight on the way to Secretary Stanton's room. Mr. Tinker and everybody else were dumbfounded. Kettles quietly returned to his instrument, walking like one in a dream proceeded mechanically to turn the inkStand right side up, and to straighten up his overturned machine. Then he sat down in his chair and stared straight before him in blank amazement. Around him were the other operators, every man alike fiustrated and unable to get their minds back to their work or to utter connected words. It was a time, a great time, but a mighty good time.

In less than one quarter of the time it takes to write this, the operating room was filled with officials and sub officials. President Lincoln and Secretary Stanton camo in and shook hands with every one in the room, and then every one in the room shook hands with each other and then with the President and Secretary again. Then they all crowded around the Fortress Monroe instrument hungry for more news. Kettles sat at his Instrument, while questions were showered In on him from every mouth. He was asked more questions in those ten minutes than he will be likely to be ever asked again in that space of time. At last the information came that Richmond had disconnected itself for the present. All retired to General Eckert's room except Mr. Tinker and Kettles,

who

stood by the window endeavoring to hear themselves think. Neither had drawn a perceptible breath for ten u»in utes. Outside were the broad grounds of

the

department buildings. Looking

from tbe operating room window, the prospect was clear not a single person was to be seen, suddenly a Georgetown horse car appeared in the distance. On it came at the usual rate. Near tbe building it stopped. A man got off and started with slow, leisurely steps up the center walk to the door. Iuside the operating room tbe thrilled operators looked ont on his slow, steady pace, and could scarcely contain themselves at his uncoucern. He was meditating, actually meditating—as though there was nothing to throw oft his bat for and cheer till he was hoarse. Keeping on. he presently lifted bis head and looked „t the window. Tinker was there, and know him. "Any news?" he casually inquired.

Tinker leaned far out of the window. "Richmond's fallen!" he said. No tongue can describe the features of that man while he was coming to himself. He turned red and white by turns, till, suddenly realizing the meaning of the words, he waved his arms, then turned and ran. Down the street he ran, spreading the news to everyone he met. Soon there was a great crowd. The excitement roso. The people seemed almost wild. The War Department was soon besieged. Outside was a multitude. Inside were excited officials, clerks, operators, and an excited President. The outsiders looked in at tbe inniders, and the insiders looked out at the outsiders. Questions came hot and fast from the multitude, and answers I were shouted back from every man who could get bis head to tfne of the two windows. The crowd got the news fairly in its mi ad, and tb«n seemed to want three cheers. Tlx* time became four. Then they wanted spe They got them. Half a do*en sp were under way in less th.to that number of minutes. Som wr cood or". An-, dre^r Johnson T- He saying: •Miod bless the old If I was President of the United J- '.toe—

At this point something exciting oc-

I curred. Secretary Stanton entered the I operating room, leaning on Gen. Eokert's arm. General Eckert pointed ont I to him the boy who had received the messages. They were formally introduced. The next moment Kettles found himself seised by the Secretary and held at arm's length oat at the window above the crowd. The Secretary called to the crowd that this was the young man who had received the dispatch of the fall of Riohmond. The crowd wanted a speech from him. Kettles gave them a speech in a few words, approp ate and pointed, for he was in tne humor.

Then f&llowed other Bcenes. Fire en glnes were brought out—anything to make a noise. In the evening the city was ablaze with illuminations. Kettles, who is now an operator in Boston, says be can never forget how Father Abraham started for Secretary Stanton's door after receiving the dispatch—hop, Bkip, and jump, shouting, "Clear the track

OA TH'S" REMINISCENCES.

THE RACY CORRESPONDENT GIVES SLAVERY INCIDENTS.

Washington Sunday Herald Here I may tell my friends, whom I always see when I write, why I became an anti-slavery man. My father was a minister, and according to the doctrine of John Wesley, was not allowed to own negroes. He had to make free a few left him. Still there were no servants in that part of the country but negroes. When I was about eight years old we moved to a certain town and hired from her master a negro woman. This man was named Sudler, originally "sadler, no doubt. He kept about sixty slaves for the purpose of hiring them out by the year. Our servant was named Chloe. She was celebrated to the boys for making good beer. She had as much charac ter as my mother. You could rely on the negro equally with the white woman. Chloe's husband was named Dave Goule. He was a field-man and a class leader. There was a negro church on tbe outskirts of the town where Dave appeared at all services, and was responsible and upright as any man could be. Dave, however, being hired out by the year, only came homo after sundown. One day the faithful negro kissed his wife and departed from tbe kitchen in the rear of our residence. About midday, wben we had dinner in those days, there was a whispering around our table. Tbe children, to their surprise heard tbe advice to say nothing, and they did not know it was about. A little steamer crossed the bay between two and three o'clock in the day. On that steamer went tbe black mau'a wife. When dusk struck the little town, and Dave Goule, according to bis habit, arrived at the kitchen, he found nothing this useful iastitution of domestic slavery had sent his wife acros3 the bay—where, God only knew. I can't answer for the rest of the children, but from that day, as far as I understand myself, I hated slavery. The poor fellow went to his bed. Meantime my father preached tbe Gospel nearly two thousand years old but we were infidels outrage on God's creatures had ended mere denominational faith. A Christianity which would not protect, which would not pity, which would not even warn, was to much for us. If this age is. deficient in faith it is on account of the cowardice of preachers and unbelievers.

We will now return to the colored woman in Gordonsville. She did not know whether I was a dry goods drummer, a land buyer, or a scion of some old family thereabouts. Tbe following was our conversation as she waited behind me at the breakfast table. "Auntie, how old are you "I don't just know, sir I think I must be about thirty-five." "You were a slave, I presume?" "Yes, sir I came from down here about twenty-five miles. My folks were good people. They raised me well." "You have not formed any evil opinions of your former masters since your freedom "No sir, they were kind people. They have been very poor since I got free. I have not seen them now for some time. The last I heard of them they were real poor." "How much money do yeu make a month?" "I make five dollars, sir I have been in the custody of different kind of people since I was free. I was two years with Northern people around Rapidan." "Did you see any difference?" "No, sir. We colored people in Virginia are a good deal like our white bosses. I could not understand Northern folks as much as I wanted to. They got tired of Virginia after awhile and went to the north." "Auntie, have you any bad recollections of slavery "Well, sir. that horrible plan they had of selling tne children away from tbe mother, and tbe wives away from their husbands, cannot be spoken too bad about. I bad a good master. Whenever I get the chanoe and it don't cost to much money, I go down where I was brought up, and see my people. They were not bad people. Whatever kindness tbey could do they did it, sir. I think tbe most of them, as far as I can see, believe that tbe changeof the slaves are for the best. Where you found bad men before tbe war you find wrong today. Good masters have a certain amount of luck under our freedom."

A colored boy drove me out from Gordonsville. It seemed to take about two hours to get tbe wagon ready for us to ride. When it came to tbe back of the hotel, the livery stable keeper and the boy had some exchange of conversation, by which it seemed to me that the negro was about as smart as the man. After we got in the carriage tbe boy let the oarriage go like the deuce. Sometimes we came to a bill where there was an angle of nearly forty-five degfees, and the boy drove that wagon without any regard to the angle down hill and in justice to him it may be said that he drove it as hard as possible up hill. Ail at once one shaft came out of tbe side of the axle. The boy jumped out of tbe wagon Instantly, and asked one of us in the most unceremonious manner, to hold the horse while be walked back looking for the Din. After a while he came back with the pin, but without a screw to attach it. He said: "Boss, dar is a blacksmith shop about one mile from here, and if 1 can only get to dat place, I think I can fix dis shaft."

Meantime the darkey put the pin in and secured it by a string. As we approached the blacksmith shop, which was just above the site of an old mill dam, long spent, the boy cried out: "By Oar, dar is nobody in dat shop.'' Said I: "Never mind. If the man has shut up his shop there may be some screws left on the floor." Tbe boy took os through a mill pond about five feet deep, ana drove up hill with as much alacr't RS if be had his shaft secured by si At the shop there was one of those spavined, bronchial, coughing V'rr'r'-izo). The boy began to hrmt tt the blacksmith shop for at i:!

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screw.

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TERRU HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL.

For the rest of tbe day we drove up and down hill with the same indifference, expecting every moment that the Bhait would come out and the horse run off.

I said to tbe boy: "Were you ever a slave?" "Yes, sir." "Do you remember it? How old are you "I'se eighteen," he said. "I belonged to an old woman down here at Fluvanna—a mighty poor oountry, boss. About all I can recollect of slavery is that she made me go out on the lawn In front of the house and pull up weeds. When I didn't pull up tne weeds the old woman used to take me by tbe ears, and--my God!" exolamed the darkey, "how she could pull." "You were never sold "No, sir. There wasn't enough of me to sell. The war came on pretty quick, and we all soooted." "Do you ever go down to see them any more "No, sir. Tbey look on me as rescal because we got free." "How do yoa look on them?" "I don't know nothing about it, sir. I am so glad to be free that I never asked anything about it." "Did you ever go to school "Yes, sir. They broke up the school in Fluvanna before I left there. Tbey said they couldn't afford it. It was a mighty poor country, and I don't won der." "How much money do you expect to make if you are a good boy and continue to drive this horse with the slowness you're doing now.?"

The black boy looked around and said "I havo got the whole stable to look after. I gets five dollars now. My boss says that after awhile I will get ten dollars. The big blaok people around here gets fifteen dollars a month sometimes."

Nothing more happened to this boy during the day except that he lost his way about four times. GATH.

A STALLION SCHOOL.

HOW HORSES ARE TAUGHT TO PER-FORM-ATALK WITH AN EXPERIENCED HORSE TAMER.

8,1. Louis Post-Dispatch.

A Post-Dispatch reporter wandered out to Schulberr's stables yesterday, where the horses of Cole's oircus are being educated for the summer's work. William Organ, the trainer, is a genius his success in his work, bis gentleness with tne animals in his charge and the number of singular evolutions he makes his horses go through make him a very yaluable adjunct to the show.

Mr. Organ has what sounds like a singular theory of the horse, claiming that, contrary to the usual impression, the horse is a stupid, rather than an intelligent animal. He says: "The horse is a favorite because of his beauty, not because of his good sense. Take a horse and feed him well, and fix him up in new harness, and the chances are that he'll be fool enough to run away and smash a buggy. A horse has no affection, and no sense of gratitude. I've had a horse fall with me on the ice and break my leg, and then walk off and leave me. Now, a dog wouldn't have done that way. "An ox, now, is never mentioned as an intelligent animal, but I can take an ox and teach him everything that I can a horse. Of course his structure won't allow him to sit down, but outside of his physical disabilities, he will learn just as fast and as muoh as any horse. "Some men try to teach a horse by clubbing him over tbe head. That won't do it's just like an Englishman in China or Japan, if tbe natives were to tell him to do something, whioh he could not understand, and then club him till he did it. "Make the horse understand what he is to do, convey the idea to him—he will do what you want, then. And that can only be done by good judgment and practice, doing the same thing over and over again. "When horses come to us—of course we use stallions exclusively—they are unbroken and it is necessary to first teach them some simple tricks. I don't find that their memory improves. A horse will generally learn so much, and tricks are apt to interfere with one another. He will try to do one thing

you are wanting him to do something else. A mule's memory is better than a horse's, but his capacity is less. A mule can only be taught simple little tricks, like pulling back and climbing under things. Not one in a thousand will ever learn to dance." "Do you ever use any tricks in breaking horses, or drugs, as Rarey is said to have done?" ''There is nothing in those tricks all that Rarey has ever done he learned from circus people. I can throw a lively horse down ten times in a minute, and tbe l*»t time he will stay and I can reak a

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inff a sirfw iiisih v. culj lit the bolt around shop, but he found larger bolt, to which the screw was adapted.

horse, but it won't, last,

.lorses may be stupefied with chloroform, but 'most of the drug talk is balderdash."

AN,. A TTROCIO US UTTERANCE. Rochester (N. Y.) Herald.

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Widow Van Cott," says an exchange, while preaching at Itbaca, recently remarked that she believed her deceased parents were doomed to hell fire as a just punishment for their misdeeds while in this life. At this point a Cornell sophomore, shocked by her utterances, rose in the front part of tbe church and quietly attempted to leave. When half way down the aisle the widow's eye fell upon him, and she pounced upon him with the terrible exclamation 'That young mau is going to hell!' at which he instantly retorted, 'Don't you want to send a word to your father and mother?' and marched on." Tbe indignation and conduct of the young man over the atrocious sentimeuts of the widow were perfectly natural. Whatever zeal the evangelist

to exhibit in the propogaticn of

her favorite doctrines, there is no reason why she should drag into her discourses tbe lives and supposed fate of her parents. Of their condition in the future life she has no knowledge whatever, and she exhibited not only tbe most shocking indecency of feeling, but tbe grossest presumptiousness in declaring mblioly her belief in their fate. Tbe xuftnite Judge baa not delegated such authority to any mortal. When a human being passes the boundaries of time, his spirit is in the hands of hia Maker, and we who remain must keep sileaoe. It is time this rampant class of revivalists whose chief stock in trade is brimstone, without even treacle to give it sweetness and smoothness, was suppressed. Showing that law must be accompanied by a penalty is one thing, and denouncing hell fire against all who in opinion or even in condnot differ with us, is another. Coarse minded and ignorant people are inclined to attribute some importance to tbo literalisms of third and fourth class revivalist?, but all persons of intelligence and refinement of feeling, even in tbe denominations with which such revivalists are connected, are inexpressibly shocked and Indignant over them,

THE BLIGHT OF DIVORCE, Baltimore Sun. In a recent divorce case in Baltimore, on criminal charges, two bound volumes of testimony were taken, containing over 800 pages. It is a shocking record but what is still more shocking is tbe fact that tbe parents whose union has been dissolved in this way have three children, who will have suoh a reop rd on whioh to begin their lives.

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THE ISSUE OF 1880, WashiBgton Republican.

No reasonable man will now assume that tbe finanoes can possibly become a paramount issue in 1880. That question will attract muoh attention, it is true, but the real point of controversy will be evolved from tbe pending debate in Congress, wherein the Republican plea4 is for a recognition of tbe principal of nationality in opr govermental forms, while tbe Democrats have insisted upon splitting the oountry up into discordant sections. In other words, tbe great battle of 1880 will be fought upon exactly the same issues which divided tbe country, the North against the South, upon the battle fields of 18dl-'65.

ONE DAY'S DOINGS IN OIIIO. Louisville Courier-Journal. Ohio is perhaps not tbe best State in the Union to emigrate to. In yesterday's Cincinnati Commercial are reported tbe outraging of Mrs. Cook by a negro at Sandusky the outraging of a daughter by her father, in Florence Township the polsoniifg of horses and oows, followed by threats of lynching, at Coshocton the attempted outrage of Nellie Plummer at Mt. Victory the trial of an exAuditor for embezzlement at Warren a burglary and safe-blowing at West Jefferson a burglary at Urbana, a forger taken at Lancaster tbe indictment of Jacob Storer for outraging a girl at Bu» cyrns. These little things straggle in from a few of the rural districts on a dull day. With a lively day, and the cities contributing a share, how very ominous would the panorama seem to all of us. Give Ohio some four-story schoolhouses.,- w.

GEN. GRANT,„

A Band Without a Yankee Tunc.

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Chicago Times.

A letter from India says: I was amused in Bombay, on the occasion of a state dinner to General Grant, at tbe distress of one of our friends at the government house because his band could not play any American national air. There was to be a toast to tbe country, and, of course, as the toast was drinking the band would play. But what to play? "The Star Spangled Banner," "Hail Columbia," and "Yankee Doodle ?"—tbey had never been heard of in India. When the dinner came and the toast was drunk, the band played a snatch or two from some German waltz, and our company all stood gravely until it was done, under the impression that it was the national American air, and feeling, I havo no doubt, that we must be a giddy people to create a national hymn out of dancing music. Tbe best tbe Jeypore bands can do for the general is "God Save the Queen."

ASSASSIN A TION DOESN'T PA Y.

A Dignified Journal Using Blunt Lan,t-, guage.

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The Nation.

No country in the world has yet prospered until it gave up the practice of assassination. Even in dueling countries, like France, a man need not fight if he does not please to do so. It is only in Asia Minor and the mountain regions of Afghanistan and the Southern States, that persons are liable to be "shot at sight" if their neighbors are displeased with them. We had hoped in this part of tbe world that these savage "antebellum" customs were dying out, but they seem to be as strong as ever. What the South needs even more than capital or immigration, appears to be a stock of skillful and industrious hangmen. Pennsylvania, In banging nineteen "Molly Maguires" within tbe last two years, for killing people whom they disliked, in a business way, put the imperilled prosperity of the State on a sure and lasting foundation. The old joke about the shipwrecked sailor who "thanked God he was in a civilized oountry" because when he got ashore he saw a gibbet with a man hanging on it, was not so much a joke as it seems. Plenty of gibbets, with one murderer at least on each, is what the South needs for that much-talked-of job, "the restoration of her waste places."

HIS SISTERS AND HTS AUNTS. Boston Transcript. A gentleman who had been out between nets to g«i »i:s breath perfumed with sloven at tun Walnut Street Theatre on Tuesday evening, strolled into the orchestra for a few minutes (his own seats were in tbe dress circle), and was standing in the aisle taking an inventory of the beauty and chivalry of the bouse, when he was accosted by a talkative man ou the end of tbe seat near which he stood. After a little conversation, two ladies from the dress circle commenced to beckon to him, and tbe officious stranger said: "I say, I guess we've ^mashed' some­

No answer. "Not much of a conquest, though, for I swear that woman on the right of the post is ugly enough to turn miik sour." "Yes," replied our friend, "she ia plain, but, for all that, she is my wife." "Did I say the right of the post confusedly asked the volunteer conversationalist. "I mean tbe left. There, she looks this way now tbe one with the ground hog eyes, Dahomey nose, and mouth like a suffering lobster. There, she grins again. That's the one! You see?" "Yes, I see. That is my sister. They are all relatives of mine along that "Here, keep my seat a few minutes, please," said tbe stranger. "I—I—must get a little fresh air. It's horrible close in here."

THE LENGTH OF DAYS. At London, England, and Bremen, Prussia, the longest day haa sixteen and a half hours.

At Stockholm, in Sweden, the longest day has 18 and a half hours. At Hamburg, in Germany, and DanfcBIC, i« Russia, *be longest day is 17 hours, and tbe shortest 7 hours.

At St. Petersburg, in Russia, and Tobolsk, in Siberia, the longest day has 19 hours, and the shortest five and a half.

At Tornea, in Finland, the longest day has 21 hours, and the shortest 2 hours and a half.

At Wardbuys, In Norway, the longest day lasts from the

21st

of May to the 22nd

of July without interruption, and at Spitsbergen the longest day is three months and a half.

At New York the longest day has tifteon hours and fifty-six minutes, and at Montreal fifteen and a half hoars.

THE MASSACRE AT MANDELA Y.

HORRIBLE DETAILS OF THE SLAUGHTER OF BURMESE PRINCES.

Rangoon correspondence London News. At first tbe massacre was carried on JHhamei thouzan atetng, according to tbe old Burmese use and wont. Tbe victims were led out of their cells in twos and threes, brought to ahekho to tbe King, and then disposed of in ordinary Buddhist fashion. Tbe bead of the victim was tied down to bis ankles, and a blow on tbe back of the neck from a heavy club put him out of pain. But this soon proved too mild a spectacle for tbe fiend tsh mania of Theebau. The Thongza Prince, whose insolent bearing English visitors to Mandelay will remember, on being brongbt to do reverence to his young brother—the King is just twenty one—professed an utter scorn for what could be done to him, and was flogged to death. The late King's oldest son, tbe truculent Mekhaya Prince, who used to look upon all foreigners as so much dirt under his feet, turned craven and was tauntedand driven to madness before receiving the blow, which only half stunned him, when bis writhing body was thrown into the gigantio trench dug to receive the victims. The massacre was carried on in a leisurely fashion, extending over several da s, fiendish ingenuity being taxed to tbe utmost to devise fresh horrors. Moung Oke, the Governor of Rangoon when it was captured by tbe British in 1856, had bis nose and mouth filled with gunpowder, alight was applied, and be was then flung into the trench to be stifled by the bodies of tbe succeeding victims. The daughter of Nyoung Yan, a young girl of sixteen, was handed over to eight soldiers of tbe Royal Guard, to be

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insensible into the same heavj grave, when tbey had gratified their brutal lust. Tbe wife of one prince far advanced" and tbe to see his fore be died. After some days of this sort of thing tbe executioners got weary and hurried through their task Little children were put in blankets and swung against the palace walla women were battered over the head, as taking less'trouble than tying them up so as to get a blow at tbe neck. Altogether about ninety persons are believed to havo been put to death in this way. No one was allowed to leave tbe palace while the massacre was going'on, buj it seems certain that Mr. Shaw, our Resident, was inside the palace walls within a very short time of its commencement. He bad been to a concert given by one of the Ministers. One object of this pwai was to drown the cries of tbe viotims. Tbe remonstrance which Mr. Sbaw, at the instanoe of our government, addressed to the King, was received with the utmost contempt, and he was told in as many words to mind his own business that Burmese domestic affairs bad nothing whatever to do with the British government.

PROUD OF HER BROTHER. The interest of a loving sister in her brother's graduation performance forms not only a pretty picture, but a pleasant lesson. A correspondent of an exchange thus truthfully describes what we have so many of us seen

An A. B.'s little sister, from some distant part of tbe state, happened to sit on the bench by the writer. She was a bright little maiden of thirteen or fourteen years, away from home without mamma for the first time, and full of excitement at tbe dignity of having a brother upon the rostrum, who was going to speak before all these admiring listeners.

She was so full of the thought that she had to confide in tbe stranger beside her. "That's my brother—the one right over there he's going to speak now in a few minutes—the very next one."

It was pretty to watch her face when her brother began the parted lips almost following the motions of his, tbe quick• coming breath, the changing color, the little side glance at the audience to see if they were appreciating his wonderful eloquence, and the proud little smile of triumph when applause followed some sounding sentence. One could almost read tbe thoughts of tbe innocent little heart.

Is that really my dear brother who used te make swings at home, and olimb the trees to tbrow me chestnuts and chinquapins, now standing there so grand in his uniform with gold stripes and brass buttons, so many hundreds and hundreds of folks looking at him, and listening to every word he say Oh, how I wish mother were only here!" for "mother couldn't come:" tbe writer got intimate enough to learn this fact.

O, boys, boys! how can you have the heart to go wrong, when so many fond and tender hearts at home are watching your every step in life with such loving pride and anxious hope? Don't, don't dlsMppoint tbo^e hopes

HOW TO PA A COMPLIMENT Boston Transcript. To pay a compliment is to tell the truth, and tell it as though you meant it. And the only way to do that is to mean it. If a girl is pretty or accomplished if she plays well, or wings well, or dances well, or talks well if, in a word, she pleases, why, in the name of oommon sense, shouldn't she be told of it?

Don't

blurt it out before everybody.

That will only serve to make her feel uncomfortable and make you appear ridiculous. Say it quietly when opportunity offers, but say it strongly. Convey the idea distinctly and fully, so that there may be no mistake about it. But don't say it "officially." Formality is about the coldest thing known. More than one maiden has been made bappy —aay for half au hour—by a man's taking tbe trouble to say a pleasant thing about a toilet that he liked, and many of fashion's follies have been given up by girls when they noticed a discreet silence concerning them on tbe part of their gentlemen friends. A bewitching little black-eyed beauty once said to a gentlemen,

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sweet things to me, it seems to come so easy and natural." In general terms, it may be said that it la al waya better to an agreeable thing than a disagreeable ooe—better for all parties. The gallant who, when a young lady stepped on his foot while dancing and asked pardon, said, "Don't mention it a dainty little foot like that wouldn't hurt a daisy," not only told the truth but doubtless felt more comfortable than the boor who, when hia foot watf stepped upon, roared out, "That's right climb all over me with your great, clumsy hoofs."

It Is dne those rare, good remedies which used once will always kept in the bouse. Dr. Bull's Baltimore Pills we refer to. Price 25 cents.

THE PR AIR1E CITY STO VES. Anybody wanting a plain, heavy and durable Stove at. a low price, can do no better than buy the "Prairie City." For sale by TOWNLKY Bitoe, 514 Main street, north eUie.

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