Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 12, Number 47, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 20 May 1882 — Page 1

Vol. 12.—No. 47.

THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

PUBLICATION OFFICE,

Ho 16 800th 5th st, Printing House Square.

Town Talk.

Ht mA*E SOCIETY.

Some days ago an agitation of the question of organizing a society for the prevention of cruelty to animals was commenced in this city. It was timely, and will meet with a favorable response from all those who like to see dumb animals protected from the brutality of inhuman drivers and owners. A society of this kind could accomplish much good by having the law strictly enforced. Section 193 of an act concerning public offenses and their punishment, approved April 14, 1881, by the last legislature, reads as follows: "Whoeyer overdrives, overloads, tortures, torments,deprives of necessary sustenance, or unnecessarily or cruelly beats, or mutilates or kills any animal or impounds or confines any animal in any place and fails to .supply tho same during wucli confinement with a sufficient quantity of good, wholesome food and water, or carries in or upon any vehicle or car, or otherwise, ^any animal in a cruel manner, or being a person or

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ixmition engaged in transporting live stock, detains such stock in ra^road cars or compartments for a longer continuous period than twenty-eight hours, after tho samo are so placed, without supplying the same with necessary food, water and attention, or permits such stock to so crowdod together as to overlie, wonnd, crush or kill each other, shall lx) lined not more than two hundred dollars, nor loss than live dollars." lender such a law, with a socioty organized to have it enforced, there nood 1st no trouble in protecting dumb animals from brutality. As tho matter now stands tho law is a dead letter. In this vicinity there lias not been a trial or conviction under it since its passage, but this must not bo taken as an Hvidonce that it is not violated. Flagrant violations can bo witnessed all .days of the week and any hour of the day. Horses aro whipped unmercifully and overloaded shamefully. A walk around tho public squaro any day when many country toains aro in with wood and produce, will show a parcel of animals devoid of hair and with bones almost protruding ^through the skin. Hutchers drivo animals to the slaughter in such a manner that thoy aro almost mad, simply becauso it is said to Improve t!w« quality of the flesh. Calves hi-o tied up by the hind legs and bled to death by degrees, because it improves the quality of the veal. Another inhuman practice is that of putting the overchccUcd rein on horses, forcing tho head into the most unnatural position, ami subjecting the animal to the tortures of the damned. ^Teamsters brutally )eat their horses because they ai*e unable to Jpull the IracTs Imposed upon them, aud calves are hauled to the slaughter in wagons with their heads hanging over the sitles in such a manner as to cause intense jvilu. Constables and jxilico content themselves with arresting drunkards, thieves and the like, but ne\*er pay the slightest attention to those who brutally use dumb animals. A society properly organized and systematically worked could accomplish much good. Two policemen working under the direction of a humane society In this city would soon put a stop to many of the cruelties now practiced. n.\o MU.K.

Considerable complaint Is being heart! throughout the city on account of the poor quality of milk now leing delivered by a number of dairymen to their customers. It appears that the cows are kept on short rations, and very poor at that. Sickly looking rows are to le found all over tlje city and in the country animals which have been kept over winter on all sorts of garbage and compelled to eat all sorts of unclean food, which could not do otherwise than produce impure milk. If dairymen would give their animals larger quantities of good food, their customers would stand a little adulteration in the shape of water occasionally. Hut people who ran not afford to feed cows should not be allowed to keep thein. Cows which have to act as scavengers in order that they may obtain a livelihood should be transferred to owners who can afford to take proper care of them. Streets and county roads are poor pastures, And the quicker they are closed up the hotter it will lie for all parties concerned. When the humane society organise*. It should give this matter attention, and secure punishment when it Is necessary.

THK rOIJTICAL MVDDUS.

The Republicans do not seem to beenjoying that degree of barmouy desirable In a political family on the eve of a campaign, or if they are,the handful of kickers are making a very loud noise. In the meantime Mr. Pet roc, the object of the wrath displayed, does not seem to be worrying very much over it. lie la already certain of forty-six votes in the

convention, and he will have to gain but three more to insure him the nomination. The counties yet to hear from are Clay, Parke, and Vigo. Those who seem to be posted are of the opinion that Clay will send a sold delegation for Pierce. No prediction has yet been heard as to Parke, bnt it is certain that Vigo will send a few Pierce delegates, as it did two years ago. The incumbent certainly h«« advantages over those who oppose him. He ha* made no mistakes in his CongressioDiU career, and has accomplished as much for his district as any first term member could have done. No one questions his integrity—his character is above reproach. With such a showing he certainly has aright to demand a re-nomination. There is no avowed candidate against him. Several names have been mentioned, but all have declined with one exceptiou, and be will doubtless follow suit as soon as he discovers that it will be political suicide to allow himself to be dragged into a controversy as the representative of a faction that does not represent the sentiments of tho party. Of course all mCn have a right to object to whatever they please, but when their objections are upon purely personal grounds, they jnust not expeet a great party to shoulder their quarrel for them. Thus far the kick has all been on one side, but there are evidences that a recoil will soon come. There is evidently fun ahead for some, and sorrow for others. There are indications that men who declare their intention to bolt a nomination in certain contingencies, will be allowed to do so at the opening of the convention, in order that they may have a full opportunity to kick with all their might from the start. The proposed bolt has already had the effect of all such movements— mon who were a little weak in the faith have become strong, and will work for the nominee with a vim. A bolt, or talk of a bolt, at the present time, will ruin tho political aspirations of many. Political parties never forget scratchers, or men who have otherwise endangered party success. Men who have reaped benefits from party should pay some attention to party loyalty, and men who have political aspirations may learn when too lato that it is sometimes a little dangerous to bo heedless of the crack of tho party whip.

From His Window.

I think things look differently to 0110 in tho third story, than to a man up a tree. 1 look at them calmly, tho other does not. I am nevor extravagant, in my views at least. The young gentlemen, in the boot and shoe intorest, Rochester, with whom I dined, is. He

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tho House is the [poorest hotel in soven states. What is the use of such exaggeration? Why not say in one state? Still ho said it, and added a double entendre for tho two attendants of the table. That is why I did not feel badly for my friend. He had a black patch on his eye. Somebody had hit him in tho peeper, at the last town so one cyo was black and the othor was black and blue. About one drummer out of three needs a crossbarred eyo occasionally.

A man way down there looks smallor than at—a caucus for instance. I am filled full of admiration for our young Demostheneses and statesmen. I am very much pleased with the pleasant littlo affair of the other night. Let me see! Were tho boys angry with Pierce for what ho has done lately? Or was it for what ho did when he was first elected. 1 guess it was the last. Humhum—I seo. It is r-r-revenge. Metbinks on a bright summer day long ago, I beard a bold young

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swear Pierce should never run again. Poor Pierce! if he could have made five post-masters, he would be all right. Foolish Pierce! Will his respectable old friend shin out among the repectable Id fogies and set 'em up' for the primarles?~Will he pack the convention with howling Piorceites? Oh, no! Mistaken Pierce! If bo had appointed, say that funny young man who spent thousands, yea verily many thousands, and asked but ON KoHlce, would he have set 'em up* among,the boys? You bet! That genius would have flung bis mighty powers Into this affair for Pierce. Things would lie so different. Now he darkly whispers, *1 may vote for Lamb!' The laurel wreath hangs over thesunny, chestnut curls of the dashing young Milesian. Me prophetic soul says 'let her drop!'

Ah, these ambitions young men These clever fellows who burn the midnight kerosene, and double the gas-bill, studying I My soal goes out to them. They sacrifice themselves. They lay themselves on liberty's altar. That is to say they act as secretaries of ward meetings, tellers, judges of elections and so on. They do not like ik Their shrinking natures yearn for obscurity. The seductive whispers of ambition, and a consciousness of talent drive them. Joe Bowers, editor of tbe Gosport Bugle, says in his paper that "the appointment of our young friend to the Terr* Haute P.O., would unite tbe par­

TERRE HAUTE, IND., SATURDAY EVENING. MAY 20, 1882.

ty." The Sullivan Battle Axe says ditto. Strange to say the items get into our papers. Our young friend goes to building fences, buzzes all over town, and at the next ward meeting finds out that he isnt wanted in any office with a salary to it. So he continues as a volunteer. He don't want to be a councilman, neither would he be a Mayy.

When our young friend finds he is not wanted just now, he waits. Ho will be an organizer. He will be a Warwick (not Beauchamp, but his old ancestor, who used to make kings). He will just etqroally ruin that Pierce for one thing. But then what do I care What is Pierce to me or I to him Perhaps I am more interested on the other side. What concerns me most is who we are going to have for Judge. Do we want Shelton, or Davis and company We want somebody with a fiery glance and a sort of a meat-axe grin. I don't believe that Shelton is afraid of anything. He hasn't got any relations. He hasn't been here long enough to have many old pals. He has a delicious temper. A kind of gumarabic and gunpowder mixture. You understand me—firmness with a liability to explode. Don't we need a Judge that can sit down on some of our bar? We do not need one that stands up to a bar very much. Davis tfc Co. combine the elements of stickiness and explosiveness, but the question in my pensive mind is, can Davis boss the Co? If he can, he is the man for my money.

Weare under obligations to old Sullivan. We are looking to her for judges and justice. The avenue to justioe runs through Sullivan, by a change of venue. It is well to take our esteemed Mr. Montgomery thither for trial. Not that anybody in Vigo is very much interested— not enough to interfere-—but then onetwelfth of the jury mipht disagree. Then you know you can't always be maneuvering with the District Attorney.

If every red-handed rascal gets off, men would say the lawyers for the defence have got the Prosecutor solid. That would be real mean to say such things. It is said, but who believes it? Now this Montgomery ought not to have been arrested at all. The case was simply this: A loafer—don't remember his name—went into that quiet den. It was a safe, quiet den. It was patronized by a nice, quiet crowd—so much so, indeed, that a revolver was kept under the counter. At the gentle hour of one, this loafer opened hostilities. He did it by soaking a brick in the water-pitcher, lie added insult to injury by rubbing the brick around the edge of tho pitcher as ho gazed at the bar-keeper. In a quiet, cool way the bar-keeper shot him dead. It was easier than to wrest the brick from his hand. The bar-room was not disarranged nor mussed up. The bar-keeper was not disarranged nor mussed up. Nobody will be, fortheman to be tried in Sullivan. So is Gibson— so will bo Hicks. "So mote it be."

In the meantime the nice, quiet dens run all night. In the meantime, boys and men carry revolvers. Cowardly young fellows are getting round-shoul-dered lugging around revolvers in their hip-pockets.

Hore's a queer thing! A man puts thirteen ducks in a coop. Then ho chops one up, feathers and all, to feed to the rest. Tbey gobble him up. Next day ho minces another duck, and the eleven remaining gobble him up. So on till but one is left, who of course has eaten up bis twelve companions, and is quite sick of duck.

Well? Well If three or four disappointed office-seekers, and nine or ten of their friends gobble up Pierce, what then Won't they turn on each other? Who will be outside at last? Won't it be F-lb—k with little feathers sticking out of his mouth I like to see these honest radicals go for each other in a spirit of love. Of course it is pro bono publico. Of course when St. Nicholas, St. David and St. Martin bless the bed welie on, we'll lie on it. I am reminded of tho little story of thecunning monkey who used the cat's paws to draw the chestnuts from the fire. Pussy! poor pussy! here are nuts for you, hot as bitter hate can make them. Pull 'em out! Stupid old pussy! I know she will do it.

There was a touching scene in tbe Methodist Conference at Nashville, a few days ago, when the venerable Bishop Paine asked to be relieved from further active service in tbe church. He had been a minister for sixty-five years and

Bishop for more than thirty, and at the age of nearly ninety he felt that it is time for him to lay down his charge and calmly wait for the great transition which he was sure was near at band. He spoke a few words of cnoouragement to those with whom be bad been associated in tbe Christian cause, and urged them all to renewed efforts in their good work. As for himself, be said, tbe longer be had lived tbe more thoroughly be had become convinced of the truthfulness of the Christian doctrine. His only regret was that be was worn out, and that be had so few years to give to tbe work of salvation.

Our Breakfast Table.

It was*quite early in the week that our party were all together, wise as owls, philosophical as a horticultural society, and twice as sentimental. "Happy as a big sunflower" was Jack's glowing expression. "And don't they flourish. I see 'em on the girl's hats, in the shop windows, on fan&—Oh Wilde, Wilde!" "Wilde? Do you say?" said Derby "Do yoo know who introduced the sunflower mania into Vigo county I will confide in you. 'Twas Ralsev Freeman "Freeman? you amaze mo—how 30?" "Why, years ago—how men's deeds do follow them—be offered a premium, a XXX plated, gold riveted molasses pitcher, with a patent cuWoff, for the largest sunflower exhibited at the next county fair. Then he switched off to the fattest baby, but returned again to his first love, the blossom of tbe sun. A whole side of a shed was devoted to the exhibition of the most overgrown, bloated, full-orbed, pimply faced sunflowers ever heard of. Cuts of the premium sunflower, a lovely monster weighing 5 lbs, 6 oz. were put into J. A. Foote's seed catalogue in 1875, and distributed iu the United States, New Jersey and Ireland. A copy fell into Oscar Wilde's hands. Tbe aesthetic beauty of tho thing blazed on him. Here was a plant of no use. To be sure it was said to be a preventive of fever and ague, and good food for chickens. He didn't believe it, and introduced it into decorative art by using it as a boutonniere.

The uselessness of the sunflower, like the buttons on the back of a man's coat, commended it to fashion andjthus to-day Freeman's sunflowers flaunt their gaudy 'leonine beauty' the world over. Poor fellow! why didn't he patent the idea?"

Jack withdrew his astonished stare from Derby'sfaceand softly said, 'jWell that cuts the ground from under me, and steals my particular thunder. I don't believe it."

St. Joseph's bell rang for the Morning Mass. Through the open window with the unwonted sunshine came faintly the notes of the organ, and thoughts of meek, pale-faced' sisters repeating over and over "Pater Noster qui es in Coelum."

Said the Major, "that was a delightful sketch, my friend McCulloch gave of Florence NightiHgale and a most graceful and honest tribute to the Sisters of Mercy, was it not, Professor?" "Very happy indeed, yet—yet I do not know that we need a similar order in Protestant churches." "Certainly wo do in some sense. Perhaps not one of women entirely dead to the world, but at least banded together, organized, consecrated, controlled by one dominant purposer alone, and no other." "Why not of men too, then." "Well!" hesitating, "I suppose what issaucefor one is for the other. Hadn't thought of that. We protestants are apt to look at tho sentiment and romance of such things and dodge tho practice."

Jack remarked "I heard of one practical result of such an order. In Fort Wayne there is a hospital of the Sisters of Mercy. A young friend of mine, with none too much money, while traveling became ill inthattowu. If he had staid at the hotel his expenses would have been very heavy and his attendance irregular. He was taken to this hospital, efficiently attended, carefully nursed till cured, and was charged a dollar a day, which he was glad to pay."

Derby added: "During the war I was impressed with the perfection of the Catholic benevolent system, which maintained constantly an efficient, al-ways-to-be-relied-on, sanitary corps. When we fought at Winchester—Jiimball's Stone Wall brigade—two of our officers were shot through the leg with minie balls. Tbe surgeons, with their ever-ready knives, proposed amputation at once. Our men held their revolvers, and swore they would shoot the first doctor who touched them with a scalpel. Tbe Surgeon-General, who chanced to be on tbe field, interfered and had them sent by rail to a neighboring city, to a Catholic hospital that was filled with Union soldiers. There I saw them, and always remember 'the brightness of the little rooms, the quiet content of my rugged, wounded friends, the noiseless flitting through tbe corridors of St. Josephs' de Vincent—of those subdued black-and-white figures. One of the boys was quite a handsome, bine-eyed fellow, and his golden auburn curly hair and beard on tbe snowy pillow were picturesque. At least some of the fair visitors who lived out in the city thought, as tbey brought flowers and fruit, at which tbe other rough fellow would groan." "Why should be," asked Laura. "Wasn't it all right with an end to suit a romance "Oh, yes—an end just like many a romance. Hie blue-eyed boy went bade with a little limp—to his wife at Loogootee!" "I fed uneasy about tbe next political campaign," Mid tbe Major with candor.,

"Well, you may," replied McEwan cheerfully. We are going to elect the next congressman, as sure as two and two are four."

Derby said "we may as well admit that we are playing into your hands, Ma£! There is a rule or ruin policy being pursued. I hear a good deal of talk by men who have always been strong partisans, who now threaten to bolt if Pieroe is nominated." "Can you wonder if it is so?" asked the Major, "when a man has shown himself a cozening politician, two faced, deceitful, and all that, is it strange that men, who know him, declare they will not support him, even if tbe majority is hoodwinked to do so "You talk like the rest of them, Major Did Pierce promise you an office? It doesn't concern me that you didn't get an office. Our congressman lias done very well. He may not be brilliant, but for that matter, I don't believe we have got an available man in the district to make a brilliant M. C. We are sure of our Wabash and Postoffice appropriations, which does very •well for one term. No, the fact is, my stubbornness is aroused, and if a set of men, a ring, intend to break up this man, I for one, will stand up for him." "You will lose everything, then,"said tbe Major. "Well, lose it then! I say nominate Pierce, and let this clique of sore-heads beat him. We know whom to hold responsible for the defeat. The same election that drops him out of sight will settle the hash for them."

Jack suggested that the primaries of next Saturday would be packed with the followers of the great triumvirate. "Yes, they will have their cut-and-dried ticket, no doutft, but I am thinking there will be another. Of course every man has the right to oppose or support whom he pleases, but there are two sides to a question, and we are having but one. I want to hear something specific about Pierce before I refuse him the customary second nomination, and I want to hear it from a disinterested party. Pshaw! 1 guess Hunter and his nominees were as bitter a dose as Pierce and his, and wo didn't bolt then."

Tho Major replied: "You will hear all you want to hear, my impetuous young friend, and mpre too. You already dodge his record of lying, and so forth." "No, I don't. I simply don't believe it."

(iEN. Abk Buford,

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tion of tho turf, under protest, was lately announced in Louisville is making addresses on christian horse-racing. He is now a zealous Methodist, and declares that he will obey all tho rules of the church but he advises that they bo so modified Jas to let members run their horses. It seems that trotting is countenanced already by Kentucky Methodists and on this point the General .relates the following story: "My particular friend, John M. Clay, has been a turfman all his life. Some live or six years since he concluded the time had arrived when it was his duty to become a member of the church. The reply be got from the pastor was that he must give up his race horses. He would then talk to bim on the subject. Mr. Clay then asked him if his neighbor, who bandied a large stable of trotting horses, had not recently become a member of his church. His answer was 'Yes, but his horses are trotting horses: yours, Mr. Clay, are race horses we have no objection to trotting horses in our church.' 'Then,' says Mr. Clay, 'I understand you to be of the opinion that your members can trot but cannot run into heaven.' So Mr. Clay retired and joined the Catholic Church." Gen. Buford's position has oeen assailed by tbe Apostolic Tillies, and he replies in a card concluding as follows: "My earthly career is drawing rapidly to a close, and my great aim now is to win the race for eternal life and, as you have before said, if I can pass through the pearly gates of beaven in a chariot drawn by Enquirer and MeWbirtel (two of the race horses.) I would shout with great joy, and would be far in advance of you Mr. Editor, should your chariot be drawn by a pair of mustang ponies."

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for disposing of inconvenient people in Connecticut. Mrs. Sherman, tbe Connecticut Borgia, as she was called, killed a series of husbands with arsenic the Rev. Hayden was charged and credited with giving arsenic to Mary Stannard, and tbe Malley boys are believed to have administered it to Jessie Cramer. Tbe people of that State have had a liberal education in arsenical poisoning. Tbey ought by this time to understand tbe subject thoroughly.

Now we have tbe startling statement that beer drinkers are more liable to small-pox than those whe do not indulge.

THE Senate of the United States is said to be one of tbe richest bodies in tbe world.

Twelfth Year

ABOUT WOMEN.

Never ask a woman her age—that is, not that woman. Ask some other woman.

A Burlington, Vermont, man who got a divorce from his wife, a while ago, employs her as his hired girl. She has more money and better clothes than when she was his wife.

Anesthetic Philadelphia young woman, who is in deep mourning, complained of tbe brilliant hue of the postage stamps which she is obliged to put upon her heavily bordered envelopes.

Fanny Davenport says: "If I bad a daughter who had a taste for the stage, I would take her to see tbe most horrible things. I would so sicken her mind that she would never mention a taste for. the stage again."

We read that the fashionable maiden's fancy lightly turns to dresses made entirely of flowers. A charming fancy, truly, as long as the goods are new, and apt to create a stir when worn. We are gradually getting back to the [good old Garden of Eden costume.

A singular custom seems to obtain among ^tho Russian Jews that would certainly not be popular in the United States. It is noticed that among the refugees to this country a great many of the women, and they not advanced in years, were wigs, and not a little curiosity was excited. The circumstance is explained by the statement that before marriage the Jewish maiden is required to have her head shaved, in order that her husband may see her in her least attractive form, and that she may not appear less lovable to him as she grows old.

Mrs. Boger's hair would not lie flat in a l»ng. It hail been brushed back for forty years, and refused to stay the othor way. But bangs were fashionable In the suburb of Chicago where she lived, and sho couldn't bear to go without one. So she wore a properly shaped piece of tin over her forehead mornings to train tho hair tho way it should go. The value of the device for the purpose intended is not indicated in the account, but it saved her life, for when a drunken neighbor*iirod at her the bullet struck, the tin and glanced off. "The amount of variously poisoned sugar-eaters in New York," says Clara Belle, "is unprecedented, and there never was a time when women got so big a share of it. Candy-stores have multiplied on tho retail business streets, and candy departments have grown into gteat proportions in the fancy goods establishments. Vermont school-girls never chewed gum half so wildly as tho New York shopper munches candy. A package is in half tho hands and pockets one meets in tho afternoon, and mouth after mouth is seen to lie crammed with gobs of tho swoet stuff. Somo mouths look well a chewing, and some don't. A girl with fresh,-.red lips and white teeth can work them before folks with impunity but tho majority had better cat their candy in private. I saw an unhappy example yesterday afternoon. Her jaws were so large and her mouth so cavernous that she could pulvertao a stick of peppermint at every closure, and I fancied that her bustle moved in unison with every crunch, so comprehensive was her chew."

tastes and peculiarities of people

are never shown in a more pronouneod manner than in committing suicide. Scarcely two persons in a gathering of twenty will agree as to the preferable mode of making away with themselves. Some prefer drowning, others hanging, others shooting, others cutting their throats, others poisoning and, when it comes to the latter mode, tho kind of poison preferred is as varied as the individuals. Every conceivable mixture is used. Probably more people who commit suicide by poisoning employ laudanum than any otuer mixture, but much more violent poisons are frequently used. Not long since Mr. Gilbert Leeper, of Prairie City, Iowa, sprinkled strychnine on a piece of bread and butter and ate it. He bad observed that this operated successfully on dogs, and, thinking very little of himself, he took It down and died In great agony. Mr. Leeper, like many another who has taken the suicide's path, suffered for love, and preferred to die rather than undergo tbe torture any longer. One can sympathize with the young man, while at tbe same time being amused at tbe care be exhibited to make bis poison palatable. He loved bread and butter, and bis liking extended to the last act of his life, and be died with his favorite lunch in his mouth.

Ay EPISODE OFt TRA VKL. R.J. Bordette. A woman oomea into tbe car, sits down and opens tbe window just so it blows cinders and a cvclone at cold air all over us. Her baby sticks its bead out of that window at once, and before it can draw its breath, away goes tbe darling's bonnet, a fluffy little marvel of lace and French muslin and embroidery. Wonder in tbe baby's eyes, despair in tbe mother's pretty face^nd wild malignant joy In tbe expression of tbe man who bas lost picked up a cinder from that window with his eye. And we sail on to Zanesville.