Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 24, Number 14, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 30 September 1893 — Page 1

^N THE QUI VIVE.

AH lionor lS Bttdd Doble and Nancy. 'Banks! They did their best, and entertained our visitor^ right royally. They tried to beat 2.-04. ,'#

Nancy couldn't do It. The nimble little mare trotted her mile in 2:0614, while her neck veins swelled like a strangled negro's, and her .dilated nostrils couldn't catch the breath she -wanted. A big lump stock! in the throats of ten thousand people, a few Evansviltians smiled, and some broken sports from the Indianapol|»Jnwk said "I told yer ao.n x- $3% S

It was a flawless day. When anybody tells you that the conditions were not right, he is not speaking of the real conditions. He means the fates were not with us. For the air was fine, the son was warm, and the track—the track was superb. Conditions not right! Why, *.. Just an hour before the pacers had scored

a mile in 2:07}*. No, the trouble Jay with Nancy and her Doble. What rank nonsense it was for him to urge the mare to beat 2:04 on the Terre Haute track, when no other track on the American continent has touched that trotting figure. When we already hold the palm, why should we kill the victor "s to beat ourselves. __

""The Vigo county bar grew jealous of ,, the race track's notoriety this week, and tried to keep up its well-known reputation for sport. Attorney Davis walked to the center of the ring, and with His

Honor as referee and some fifteen grinning lawyers as bottle holders, broke in the face of Edward Pace. It seems that Pace, in trying to be his own lawyer, had kindly mentioned his erstwhile oomrades as

thieves and robbers."

Only one round was fought, as Davis outclassed the other. As a ooantry newspaper would put it, "the claret flowed freely." The referee became so demoralized that he lined Davis and forii got to fine Paco. Davis didn't have the money, and as the jail lf* unsafe, the judgo very wisely saved Sheriff Stout the trouble of searching Mr. Davis' pie for knives, and remitted the fine,.

new hutnaue society started here this week. While a baker was driving a four-legged clothes-rack that he called a horse along Mulberry street, the animal fell under the inhuman strokes of the dough pounder. The first session of the new S. P. 0. A. was held on the spot a pugilistic preacher was chairman three ladles and two little girls were charter members and as the big preachor told the baker that he'd lick him if he did not quit beating that horse, the lady members called the bread-man a "mean old thing" and a "heartless wretch" until the frightened man unhitched the equlue washboard and allowed the little girls to feed it lawn-mown grass. The meeting adjourned, after all except the baker had agreed to meet on call.

It Is fortunate that the new society has been organised. Just this week, In a conversation with it bright young lawyer, my attention was called to.severrl chronic cases of cruelly. And said my informant: "Did you ever notice l.be humane officer's report. Well, If you didn't I cau tell you now what he will report In October. will run about like this: Cases reported Overdriven 5 Ordered out of town... 4 Warned.. ........ ......10 and so on. Sometimes he will add "Children rescued, 14," or else "Children negleoted, 11.," And makiug up those reports is about the extent of his work, for I never saw him interfere in anv case except one, when he told a g\ psy to hurry up and move out of town

think that my Informant is a little severe on Mr, Bradbury, but still there is much cruelty practiced right on Main street that he either does not see or shuts his eye* to. The men that drive some of the moving vans are guilty of outrageous w»ongs every day. Bat who ever heard of one of them being molested by the humane society It Is not enough for the officer to force a stranger to leave town with a tortured horse. That merely soothes our nerves It does not stop the cruelty. Punish the man or shoot the horse, or both. The humane officer has great powers and should not fear to earn his salary.

"The rockets' red glare" and "bombs bursting In air" drew thouaanda to the new Hulman block Thursday night. For an half hour the great grocery house sent up red, green and blue lights, and the chorus ot "Oha" from the as* sembled city must have gratified the exhibitors. II waa a gala night. Back of the Terre Haute House on the green there were three thousand retail grocers seated and under the vaulted tent roof the datzling lights shown on a banquet fit for the gods. It had been a gala day. Illinois and Kentucky joined with Indiana in paying tribute to Terre Haute as a jubilee center, to her merchant prince*, and to Hulman, the prince of them all. It ocwt him over $l%000, be

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says but it was worth a round million to Terre Haute. *-I An avalanche of darkles swooped down upon us all this week. Our town was full of plaids and browns worn by negro helpers at the track, while Charlie Baur had enticed dozens of that oolor to come aa waiters on the Hulman banquet. Dearborn street and Kentucky avenue met. "Whar d' you blow in from, niggahf" "Ob, I'se follerin' de races y' see I's wkl de Hermitage hosses. W'at you heah fo'?" "Me? Ob, I comes -ober to tote de punch bowl for de dudes at de blow out." And the brown hat with the wide trousers marches down street along with the blue yachting cap and checkered brecches, astheir owners twirl loggy canes and smoke ten-for-a-nlckel Admiral cigarettes. They like Terre Haute, for she is so "sporty" that even a hostler's presence gains her open heart. Qui VIVE.

,^5 SHORT AND SWEET,

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A heart that has been often tendered is tough. Probably the biggest thing on loe is the price.

The maids of old were not necessarily old maids. The ring and letter which the girl Returns are slight tokens.

Time flies, yet the orchestral leader sits still and beats time. We can learn nothing about the tomahawk from books on ornithology.

As fencing is such a manly art it is odd that there is so muoh feinting in it. Woman may be a conundrum, a puzzle, but the world will never give her up.

Spruce gum costs over a dollar a pound wholesale, to those who obews to buy it.

No language can express the feeling of a deaf mute who steps on a tack in a dark room.

Every dog isn't a growler, neither is every "growler" a dog. They are quite as often pitchers. 'A wise editor wants to know why people say a man "feels his oats," when he only feels his rye.

A grocer who bad a lot of Limburger cheese for sale advertised it as an "unapproachable bargain."

An outsider asks: "In a 'driving storm' does Jupiter Pluvlus hold the rains?" No he let's them go.

The Indiana couple who were married by telephone must not be surprised if they find their anticipated heaven a hell-o.

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amusements. ... .. THE MJBLVILLS COMPANY,

The opera house will be occupied all of next week by Sam M. Young's excellent Melville Sisters' company, which is the highest priced and best combination now playing at popular prices. It composed of nueh well-known people as the Misses Ida Melville, Bessie Allen, Rose Adele, Marie Day and Messrs. Howard Hall, Frauk Buoman, Wilson Day, Harry B. Castle and our own Geo. W. Mahare. The repertory includes The Virginian, Monte Crlsto, Coraican Brothers, Burled Alive, Ticket of Leave Man, Two Orphans, etc. The opening billon Monday night will be The Virginian, and the house should be orowded to witness this excellent play. The prices are 10, 20 and 30 cents, which are within the reach of ailv Terre Haute people take great interest in Sam Young and his dramatic ventures, and next week is likely to be a record breaker. This is the most capable company he ever sent out, and the list ofplaya include many that have hitherto been produced by only the higher priced companies.

If Congressman Breckenridge, of Kentucky, who is charged with the ruin of Miss Pollard, la the high-toned gentleman his friends claim him to be, he is presenting a sorry aspect for a man in whose veins, it Is said, flows the bluest of chlvairic southern blue blood. He does not resent the scandalous charges lu the indignant manner one would expect, but asks to have them dismissed on technical grounds, and says the young lady was unchaste before he met her. The man charged with such an infamous crime against morality and decency, who can go before his constituents and ask their suffrages, as he intends doing, after such a defense as he has made, is as much lost to manhood and honor as the lowest disreputable in the gutter. He may be an Innocent man, bat his actions in the matter lead the majority of people to believe him guilty, and it is a lasting disgrace to socalled southern chivalry that he should be permitted to ait in the balls of congress, making—or assisting to make— the laws for a nation ot honorable men and women, by whom the crime he Is charged with is considered the mostdetestable in the entire calendar.

The Presbyterian Synod of Indiana will hold lis annual meeting at the Central Presbyterian church. In this dty» October 10th, 11th and 12th. It la expected that about two hundred delegates will be in attendance.

BAB ON HEREDITY.

THE SAINTS AND SINNERS OF OTHER GENERATIONS.

Mothers Beware of the Toe Familiar Married Family Frle*da—Talks About the Women of the "OtherSide."—v4XheWages of Sin Is Death." [Copyright, 1833.],

NEW YORK, Sept. 27,1893.—Are you a believer in heredity? Do you think that in that mental and physical something that you call yourself may be found the virtues and the vices, the weakness and the strength of yOur ancestors? And that, over it all, will come your own personality, whioh, if it be Btrong, will control the birth-given instincts, and if it be weak will yield to them with scarcely a struggle? As for myself, I so often see the child as a reflection of the grandfather, the eon showing certain traits of the mother, and the daughter expressing in her feminine way the indomitable will and energy of her father, that I cannot but believe that the sins and the virtues of our forefathers descend upon us, even unto the second and third generation.

BEADING THE HUMAN HEART. Zola, that badly translated writer that great reader of the human heart, the human brain and the human body, has in his last book, which to me seems bis greatest, shown how, starting out from one woman, four generations wrought out either their happiness or sorrow how those who came from the honest and best side of this woman, were yet tainted by the slumbering wickedness within her, that bhowed itself in a disgraceful love with a brutal man and how, even where "this taint existed in her children and grand-children It was overcome either by those who had a strong will, or a strong faith. For from this woman who, in her girlhood, was an honest wife and mother, and in her womanhood was a faithless wife and th® mother of children whom sl.e dared not own, the generations brought saints and sinners, priests who went to the scaffold for their faith, sisters of charity who walked through hospitals where horrible diseases were, and pared for the bodies and souls of those who wpre 111 men, who, by their force of will, ruled the nation women, who, by their wickedness, ruined men, mentally and physioally and men, who, by their weaknesses, made manhood a something to be scoffed at. How can you deny what her heredity means when you think of all this? But, what Zola has written hasn't so very much to do with my story.

Over a hundred years ago in County Wexford, Ireland, once in a great while, the Spirit would moveagentle Quakeress to speak in meeting, and always when she spoke there came into her little sermon this great text: "He who is without sin let him cast the first stone." This Quakeress was Mistress Barbara Hilary, and I, who am her great-grand-child, feel that because of the number of letters that have come to me, that I am moved by the Spirit to speak in behalf of the other woman. She has always been called that. Even when she was at her greatest. If she were Cleopatra or Aspasla, she was always the other woman. She was not the wife, who must be above suspicion she was not the mother of sons who bore their father's name she was only the woman who meant to men hours of pleasure, Intellectual or physical, and she was the woman who could be forgotten, or cast off to suit the caprice ot her master. Sometimes she mastered him, but not for long. Her reign baa invariably been a short one and she has always found that the wages of sin were death. Not just the mere dying, that Is nothing but the being forgotten while still alive the loss ot beauty and wealth, and tiie having to solicit as a beggar where she once was a giver.

BAB HBUPS AM ABANQ0S8D WOK AS. Not long ago, crossing Broadway close to midnight, as I was coming from the theatre, from out the dark side street there stepped a woman who touched me on the arm the man who was with me did not want me to stop, but I would. She told me she was hungry and when I ask her more, she told me that ahe was 29 years old that she knew death wasn't very far from her, and that she had been driven out of the house in which she had lived, because ahe was no longer an attraction because her hollow eyes and her awful cough disgusted men. The man who waa with me gave her some money, and I told her to meet me next day at place where I knew she wonld be taken in and eared for anal she was either cured or—and then I could say no more. Next day I found ber there, and in a little while the good Slater had her In a comfortable bed, and ahe*was to be oared tor, poor soul, ss long as she lived, which, by-the-by, was only four weeks after I first met her.

I snppoee ought to draw a picture of a beautiful repentance and a marvelous death-bed, but If I did it would be lie. That woman waa so tick and worn out that all ahe realised was that she had a quiet life* some people about ber who were friendly to her, and at last when death oame, aha sank into a gentle sleep,

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TERRE HAUTE, ESTD., SATURDA^ JEYENING, SEPTEMBER 30,1893.

from which she never awakened. When she was dead her youth came back to her, and she looked as sweet and'as pure as did your daughter, madam, when she died last year. And I, who stood by her bedside, could only wonder what would •be God's judgmenten the other woman. I have talked very much with the Sister to whom I took her, a gentle, practical' woman, who sees and hears of the worst side of life, and wbose daily work is among the other women, not in their prosperity, not when they are well and wealthy, but when they are ill and poor and forsaken. And what she has .told me is what I am going to tell you* "WOMEN WHO LOVE AND BELIEVE MUCH.

The other woman oftenest comes from small villages she is seldom the product of large oities. Sometimes she brings about her ruin for love of dress from a lleslre for luxury and agreed for gold tSjnd what It will give her. Where she gets this knowledge of luxury, inasmuch as her own people usually live a very simple life, is unknown sometimes from reading silly books, but oftener from some far off ancestor.

Sometimes she joins the ranks of the other women because she bas loved and believed too muoh, and, frightened and ashamed, and not knowing where to go, she comes to the great city to bideherstelf, and finds soon that what she .first thought was her shame she can make .her dishonor, and a dishonor, which, in tij|e coin of the realm, pays her well. She affects to believe in the honor of no woman that is her part, for at heart is always a desire to talk to a good woman, itnd when she oan't, she revenges herself by pretending to believe that all women are impure. The day comes, when, perhaps, Bhe is ill, not unto death, and she goes to the hospital. The Sister talks to her gently and kindly urges her to live a better life, and when she is well she faces the Sister with this question, "Who will help me?" She has lived a life of luxury and laziness until she does not know how to work, and for some unknown reason she positively refuses to be sent to a strange country to take a position as nJaid-hervant when she is well, she goes back to her old life, returns to the hospital perhaps three or foiir time*, and eventually comes there to die. Can you do anything but pity her?! You an honored wife, a loved xhother, how can you say one word against her? Put yourself In her place and think out the riddle.

Sometimes the other woman comes from a better olass of society she is well ednoated and was well born, and she traoes her down-fall almost invariably to her love for a man. It seems to me that when this happens, surely there ought to be forgiveness and yet, there very Beldom Is. The mother who has never Wd a temptation hurls all the huge stones of invective at the daughter who is weak, and then the daughter becomes the other woman. Who was the man? Was it your son, or mine? Was it your brother, or mine? Sometimes the man is what he calls true to her that is, for three, five, six or ten years he gives her whatever love he has, accepts her, faithfulness and love and then, when he wishes a wife to sit at the head of his table, reminds her of what she has been to him and t&kes to bear bis namo, a young an innocent woman. He tries to cure the leprosy with a lily.

IS BRECKENBIDOE OUI1.TY OB NOT? For weeks past the newspapers have been full ot the story of a young woman who says she was for nine long years absolutely faithful to a man who betrayed ber when she was 17 years old, by whom she bore two living children, and for whom she lied, even to her mother. Now he has married somebody else. I know nothing about the truth of her story I only say that if It is true, then I hope every .man in Kentucky will help to lynch him. I am not given, as a general thing, to sickly sentimentality, but the betrayal of a girl of 17 by a man of 47, a brilliant man, a man whom gshe had alwaya respected and honored because of his position in her State, seems to me something very dreadful. And the giving of nine years of the best part of her Ufa to him should at leaat have had its reward by ber bearing his name, and by the recognition of their children. Remember, I do not think this would have wiped away the sin both uld have suffered for that, even in this world but I cannot understand a man oan so utterly disregard the rights of love and the rights of hia children, as to willfully force this girl into acknowledging that she was the other nman. Again I My, I don't know that the story is true, hot I do say If ft is, thi man ought to be made to suffer here, as hecerta^j will hereafter. txmt AT THE MAtKBSmr.

Awhile ag^I was u^the Maternity, and talking to Sitter Ireae of the women who came there. She tdki me that the greater number of those who casae from the better ..^cssea of society were almost inv&tabty young girls, who had lost their purity through married friends of tbetr fathers. It Is so easy for a man who visits intimately at the bouse, to grow familiar with a girl Of I2-fo kiss her, and talcs her on hia lap if to Is fond of children, to give some amusement sad then, ss the months and years go by, he discovers that the child

haB become a woman—a woman of 18, and that he is very fond of her. He knows how to do all sorts of pleasaut things for her and her mother, foolish woman! permits her to go to the theater with her father's old friend, when she wouldn't allow her to go out with a boy of 20. I do not say that this is always the result of such an acquaintanceship, but I do say that I blame mothers for permittingsuch a state of affairs to exist.

THE VEJI.ED YOUNG WOMAN. Last year at the Maternity there was a girl about 19 years old, who had a private room and who never came out of it without a veil over her face. Sister Irene, the doctor and the nurse were the only people who ever saw her face. That girl's mother believed sbe was visiting fiienda in Italy, and during the time the girl was there, the mother visited the chapel, and gave her offering for the poor babies, and never dreamed that her only daughter was hiding her Bhame in the same house in which sbe stood. When it was possible, she did go to Italy and came baok immediately, and to this day her mother doesn't know that every Thursday she goes to see a little baby up there, and neither does she dream that out of her pocket money she is supporting that ohild. And the man Oh! the man visits the house, and it is a constant surprise to the father and mother that their daughter, who UBed to be so fond of him wheb she was a little girl, scarcely speaks to him now.

IIBT US BE MEBOIFUI*.

Do you see her future? I do. A loveless marriage children born who bear an honorable name, but who never have her heart as does that one which she cannot acknowledge and about wbose future she Is always worrying. Perhaps her life may be worse than this. It may be one of wickedness, lacking love, lacking ohildren, she may go along gratifying all that Is worst In her, and never letting her best self come even to the surface.

What are we going to do, you and I? The other woman exists in every station of life. Sometimes we don't recognize her, but oftener she is branded with the scarlet letter. What are we going to do. There are only two things possible, my friend. We must stop throwing stones, for our sins maj^ be greater than hers, and we must'remember always that it was salcf of her, so many hundred years ago: "Because she has loved much, much shall be forgiven her." Are you greater than the God-Man who said this? I think not, my neighbor. So let us join bands and try to do for her the best we can. It may be only a little, but it will help it will surely help, even If the band only consists of you and BAB.

THOS. B. REBD.

It la rest and* entertainment to hear Reed talk, says a Washington correspondent. He Is clean, lucid, polished as a mirror. His voice Is high but easy. There is a strong Yankee strain whioh suggests the nose, and he pauses after every fourth word, as if diotating to a snail stenographer. His specialty is debate of the off-hand variety. He makes a foxy, pressing statement of facts, add his argument based thereon is cogent and alluring. He is a humorist of the satirical, sarcastic sohool, and never made one man laugh without hurting some other man. As a tilter in the lists of the house he In no wise allures the others to admit him the undoubted Launcelot. No one watches him. Criup came down from the chair the other day for the express purpose of assailing Reed, and, with all deference to the Georgian, himself a perfect Bayard of debate, he might as well have assailed some cliff. Impassive, impenetrable, it was like attacking an ironclad. Amca Cummings, in the combat between Crisp and Reed, rushed unexpectedly upon Reed with a question. It was as if the New Yorker had rushed against the polo of a dray. Reed ran over him like a train of cars, and there were subsequent specimens of Cummings' forensic remains for aplomb mile along the right of way. The-Tammany man should put on mask and gloves when he attempts to catch Reed's pitching.

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writer, aiier listening to

the speeches in congress during the special session, is of the opinion that the art of oratory is not altogether dead in this country. He compares the speeches of Thos. B. Reed, Bourke Cochran, Senator Hour and others to the best efforts of Conkling, Ingalls, Blaine, Voorhees, Vest and Hill, whom he styles the most finished orators in public life since the war. Emerson has said that "there is no true orator who is not a hero," and the man who by his eloquence, can sway crowds is destined to be a popular idol in this age of worship of public men. Next year will develop a fine field for the "spell-binders," ss they have been called, and the heat of a congressional campaign under conditions that have not existed in the memory of the younger generation, will bring to the front a new class of those who weave thoughts Into striking word pictured, and by the adroitness of their tongues move crowds to feelings of derision or enthnsissm.

An inspector of customs—a fashion writer!Us

Twenty-fourth Year

A MERCANTILE PALACE.

How an Enterprising Firm Entertained Thousands of Visitors. "There is not another wholesale house in the country that has as splendid a building, or as large and perfect an office as this, and an entertainment on such a magnificent scale as this was never before attempted,"said an eastern traveling man to a Mail man at the Hulman it Co. opening on Thursday. And he spoke truly. Terre Haute had an ad-. vertlsement on that day far beyoud any she ever beiore enjoyed, and tho thousandb of visitors who thronged the vast

storehouse all day long, and participated in the banquet at the Terre Haute in the evening, went home full of prals.©' for the splendid hospitality shown them. It was a great day for Terre Haute andMj it was astill greater day for Hulman Co. Our limited space prevents a de-^.iT tailed description of the elegant atruot-|/ ure, its furnishings and details, and thaft^ daily papers have done this so thor-^J| oughly that we will not attempt It. It'"! is such a thing of beauty, architecturally, its arrangements so perfeot, and its erection so vast an addition to our businesB buildings, that it will be an $nduring monument to the enterprise and public spirit of H. Hulman, Sr., who ooncei ved the building, and under whose care the splendid designs were carried into execution. The seven stories and basement were thrown open to the visitor on Thursday, and their plans and arrangements called forth wholesale ad-. mlratlpn.

All day long the members of the firm, H. Hulman, Sr., B. G. Cox and Anton Hulman, were busily engaged in receiving congratulatians from their visitors, while a host ot lively traveling men, and the entire house force, entertained their ou9tomers and friends, and ex-, plained to them the arrangement of the building. The guests came not only from the oities and towns of Indiana, Kentucky, Illinois, Missouri and Ohio, but all the big commercial oities had representatives there to enjoy the prineely hospitality. During the entire day the Ringgold band stationdd in the gallery discoursed the sweetest musio.

In theeyening the bnildlng was brilliant with an eleotricai display, while fireworks unlimited were exhibited from the roof.J Every floor of the building was orowded with visitors, who, at half-past eight formed in line and marched to the Terre Haute, where Manager Baur had made arrangements to do something never before attempted by any hotel keeper in the World, to seat and accommodate over, two thousand guests at one time. But he did it, and did It so successfully that no other host oan ever expect to equal his efforts. The ppacious tent erected in tne park north of the hotel proper, bright with eleotrio lights, rich with the perfume of floweis, and filled with the' musio of the Ringgold, presented a scene that required but little imagination to conceive as having been taken from the Arabian Nights. Amidst such surroundings, and under such olroum* stanocs, it is not surprising that everymz guest did ample justice to the tempting^ bill of fare that had been arranged by mine host Baur. Then, when the inner man had been satisfied, that youthful disciple of Chesterfield—whose youth,' however, is his only crime—Col. Thos. H. Nelson, began the feast of reason^ with an address in whioh he paid tbel^.* highest tribute to the members of the firm whose guests they were. He was followed by Mayor Ross in an address of welcome, and be in turn by Col. R. W. Thompson, Col. W. E. McLean and Eugene V. Debs, all of whom spoke in the most graceful terms of the firm wbose hospitality bad been so lavishly^ extended. There was music by the, Ringgold, singing by the popular Davis family and Mendelsshon quartette, after which the banquet broke up.

Hulman A Beggs, who occupy a portion of the Hulman building at Ninth and Cherry, also kept open house during the day, and their beautiful office and commodious and well arranged quar* tern were visited by thousands.

All in all, it was a day long to be remembered, not alone by those who enjoyed the hospitality of the occasion, but by the citizens of Terre Haute, who can congratulate themselves on having la. their midst a firm composed of such enterprising men as H. Hulman, Sr., B. G. Cox and Anton Hulman, whose efforts have done so much to advertise the business thrift and prosperity of our beautiful Prairie City.

TRAIN ROBBERY ASA SCIENCE. In the last train robbery only four men were required to#bold up a train, and inside of twenty minutes they bagged *75,000. A basin em that is as profitable as that will, of course, be overdone. Competition will soon be so fierce that the profits will be cut down, but, in the meantime, we know oi nothing that offers an equal reward to enterprise. The Western railroads have given orders that their express messengers, conductors and trainmen should be armed. This, of course, will make it a Utile more risky, but there is no true knight of the road but will find added seat In his occupation, on account of the spice of danger attached to it.

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