Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 24, Number 19, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 4 November 1893 — Page 1

Vol. 24.~No. 19.

ON THE QUI VIVE.

In love with a garbage furnace! Captivated by a crematory! Stnck on ar ash pile!

JfTbe heroic lover is the special commIt tee of our common council. About four months ago several doctors convinced the council that the only sure remedy for small-pox and Asiatic cholera was a first-class, bang-up, stylish furnace, that would, through its pafent flues, eat up microbes just like a donkey chews thistles. The aldermen fairly fell oyer one another in their haste introduce the ordinance. f" at first sight.

to do the "sparking." This he did. Lv With the assistance of Mayor Ross and

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Moanwl llo/ the doctor and his committe© are disgusted. The public may expect the match to bo declared ofl. In pA„ addition to being barrassed by those coutiollmen who expect a garbage furnace to lick up the Wabash, the doctor has found that another ••fellow" is trj-

Ing to claim the patent on the wonderful gi qut-door stove, and iho exasperated medical man Is so put out with the general apathy of Terre Haute as to paying $0,000 for this garbage wedding, that like the suitor who got the "mitten,"

That was love

Then an-anomaly was seen.

A Demoto

cratic council allowed Republicans lead off, and Dr. Young was put forward

Councilman Urbitn, the gallant doctor hied himself to Texas, and promptly

ug°fc

stuck" (as

tbe

b°ys

say)on

8PJc,£

and-span garbage crematory. The plot §^s thickens. Courting a Wdsd'~cmriter may seem disagreeable, but the committee bore it well. Capt. Ross was a little skeptical at first, as, the furnace burned up rub ber boots and melted paste-board boxes but when Urban explained the wonder fill mechanism of the Moloch, and the courtly physician pointed to a barrel of pickles that were being singed, the cap tain was won. As for the price—$7,000 $Ljj —faugh, a mere bagatelle. The lovers met in a warm embrace. (Q. V. is very anxious that this last sentence should not be construed literally.) ,,,..J^A.fter the committee came back, the SVmeu who invented this bonfire arrived and consented to decorate Terre Haute, jp' As the yellow fever broke out in the south and small-pox was unabated at

Muncle, the wedding was announced to take place. The doctor could not conceal his good-feeling, and gaily twitted his Democratic colleagues of the fact that all their important legislation had been "fathered" by him. That made Prank Wey mad. The villain appears.

Smoke has rolled out of the garbage furnace for a month, and yet the city will not acoept it. The vinegar and swill, that a few of the councilman tried to burn up, is not half so full of acid as thoaJdermaula talk. To a spectator, it HP was irreslstably funny to see the counoil watoh the cremation of wet rubbish and, night-soil, and then order ten more barrels of water thrown on the ooals. Cerff' tainly, it put the fire out that's what water is for. But you couldnJt have convinced five of them that afire that would not keep water from running through a grate was worthy the name of fire.

ho wants the other fellow to have the

Slumming on the "levee" In Chicago has rot a new pace for women in fine ^circles. Whether tho world is helped by Christian worneu peering'ttround in a bawdy-house, Q. V. knows not.

If it will save any W. O. T. U, woman from slumming In Terre Haute, I can tell them, sadly, that Chicago morals do not differ from our own. We have our Cuatom-Houae

place,

near west Main.

only shorter and

our danoe-houses, only fewer. North Second street teems with door plates

that toll

bold stories. So do other streets

Miss Lillie" and

"MadameSo nod-So" are names flaunted in your face, No pretense at eoncealjfment is made. When the authorities think it is about time to make an assessjr* meut, the abandoned women are raided .'s&and a wagon load are fined. The negro women over Sam Brown's generally lay I^V^'out their fines, in jail, but the girts in houses like Madame Hammond's are

A paid for by their mistress, who glowers

4at

the justice a» she parte with the earnings of a week of shame. To read the head lines of a Terre Haute paper a few

days

ago, one would think

vthat the W. C. T. U. and a reporter had really been "slumming." He describes &of

Md$ftwuiElion

beyond descrlp*

& "tlon," such as finding out that poor old ?:v- |,.s| Granny Powers was over 100 years of age, and sights that would make the

IS most "hardened wretch revolt," for inatance: seeing "Irish Kate" with a stone in her mouth, and other occupants pifVvot "Happy Hollow" who lacked laoe /curtains and frosted cake. This daring escapade on the part of heroic women of Terre Haute accompanied by the lighting editor of a newspaper created ^%5a sensation, especially when It known that they made the slumming trip at the weird and awful hour of o'clock in the afternoon!

For awhile It looked aa if the horsemen were going toJkeep Nancy Hanlcal trying all winter to lower her record. I She can't skate as well as she can trot,

however, and Doble has shipped her to Ponkapog. look out for a spring meeting here. The sporting men are itching for anew record, and several want the old June races.

Hallow e'en was the

"faSi

opening" for

all the robbers and tramps here about. If it Is an excusable prank on one night of the year for a man to steal a wagon, surely the taking of a buggy whip any other night ought to be overlooked. The police are crowding the jail with "bums" and "hold-ups" and any citizen that stays out late this month had better slip bin greenbacks down bis shoe, when he leaves Main street.

There's a frightful sight of fuss being made over Grace Collins and her groom skipping out without putting the bride's people to' the expense of a wedding. How thick headed we Terre Haute people are. Will it take us a decade more to learn that all people cannot enjoy the same old prosaic ceremony the cards, the flowers, the sentimental ushers, tfie bridesmaids who want to be brides, the cake, the gray travelling dress, the rice and the good-byes. How the knot was tied doesn't make much difference anyway when we want the divorce.

Qui VIVE.

NOTES AND COMMENTS.

Times ought to get better now. Congress has adjourned. We trust that the fact that "Prince" Russell Harrison has become interested in a Terre Haute enterprise will not lead to a boycott of onr street car system by the very select number of our citizens to whom the mere mention of the name of Harrison produces an acute attack of politioo-hysterics.

The Columbian" souvenir half-dollar did not prove as popular as was expected, and the World's Fair directors have a large stock on hand that they would no doubt be glad to dispose of at a "fire sale." In this day and generation people want to get a.dollar's worth when they spend a dollar, and are not disposed to pay a premium of a half dollar for a pocket piece.

Mrs. Carlisle, wife of the Secretary of the Treasury, is writing a cook book, being what she knows about housekeeping and domestic science. While the Carlisle family is in the book-publishing business the worthy Secretary himself might write a book on what he doesn't know about running the treasury department and making silver dornpromises. It might not meet with the success his wile's book will have, but it would be a larger volume.

The Supreme court has decided that it is constitutional for a man to go behind a screen to take a drink—or rather that it is unconstitutional to require him to drink In publb, by removing saloon screen?. It has not been noted, however, that in those communities where ordinances* were passed compelling the removal of screen* that the drink habit ha* decreased to any very great extent. Nowadays, when a man wants a drink he's going to have it, screens or no screens. _____

A woman with along tongue has been sued for damages, in Valparaiso, this state, for spreading slanderous reports about a business man that wete utterly without foundation. The woman who tells lies about men, and the man who lies about ail the women of his acquaintituce, are creatures that every community can well get along without, and it would be poetio justice that they were banished to some lonely isle to spend their remaining days in each other's company.

Miss Gtface Collins, daughter of A. B. Collins the well-known contractor, and Edward T. Beck with, a drug clerk employed for some time past by H. E. Kaufman, of Ninth and Chestnut, eloped last Saturday. The young lady, who is noted for her handsome appearance and stylish dressing, graduated from the High school last January, and was quite popular in the social circle in which she moved. Beckwith, who is from Boston, where it is said he comes from a prominent family, has lived here only since last June, and the parents of Miatu Collins objected to the intimacy which sprang up between them. Aa usual in such cases, the parent's objections did not prevent the lovers from meeting, and the result of their clandestine confidences was Saturday's elopement. The elopers went out to Ellsworth where they boarded the C. A £. I. train to Chicago, from which point it is thought they went to Beck with'a Boston home. The young lady took a watoh from her home,'which, in a note ahe promised to return. The couple borrow ed money from severaljof their friends. The ,parenta of the young lady, are greatly affected by the elopement, especially as the hither, who has visited Chicagon&d St. Louis in fearch of them, can find no record of a marriage.

The Iroqnois club gave a delightful reception to its members, Tuesday evening, at the club rooms, at Sixth and Ohio streets.

BAB ON "TALK."

THE HUMAN TONGUE A DIVINE ORGAN, BUT THE DEVIL OFTEN PLAYS UPON IT-

An Evil-Minded Woman's Tongue—Good and Bad Uses of that "Unruly little Memter"—Bitter Experience of a Modest

Country Girl. [Copyright, 1893.]

NEW YOKK, Nov. 1, 1893.—It was a queer, quaint old saying. And yet somehow, all day long I seemed to see it. It came about in this way: I picked up the book in the morning to look at It for a second while my coffee cooled, and I read: "The tongue is a divine organ, but the devil often plays upon it." Then it printed itself right before me. I' took up the morning paper, and I read a speech made in the Senate a speech that went all around every, place, took in most of the words found in the dictionary, one or two outside of it, and it all meant—nothing. And the nation, and when one says the nation one means the people who gain their bread and butter by the sweat of their brow, was paying this speaker of many words to make good laws for it, and to bring back the prosperity that is the right of the youngest, finest, and prolific country in the world. Then I read how the Senators talked all night how somebody who made a speech had had Innumerable books of statistics for reference, no end of secretaries to help him in his work, and that he'represented, oh! so many thousands of people who to-day are suffering rind almost starving, and who believe that this one man would give his word to make things better, to bring prosperity to the community, and to give to the honest man what he desires —work,

BUT THEY TAI«K, ANB-TALK, AND TALK. And nothing comes of it. They bring up old personal feelings they exploit their knowledge of words and they do absolutely no good. And the people endure it. Why don't some man get up and tell the truth All night sessions, wouldn't be needed for it. It could be told in half an hour. Lt is probably very funny to the Senate to. loaf and} lounge, and make fnane speeches thaf' show either their wiadojpx or ignorance but the men 6f hi«tory{ the mentort if anything, have been the men: of few words and many actions. You and I, my friend, each in our own way, have to work, and you and I support this band of chatterers who are as absolutely useless as mef, so-called, oan very well be. They don't represent your opinions or mine they don't represent anything but their own inordinate vanity and their own extreme ignorance. Instead of making the committee rooms of the Senate more luxurious, wouldn't it be a good idea to have painted in great golden letters on titie wall of the Senate chamber itself: "The tongue is a divine organ, but the devil often plays upon it."

It was at church the other day a great preacher was to speak. His voice was clear, his English good, and his knowledge of how to speak with appropriate gesture and effeotive movement of the hands compared well with the great actors. And his sermon told of heill of the never-ending hell in which he claimed to believe. And nervous women cried, and hysterical girls were frightened, and men thought if this was religion they wanted none of it. He told bow, even for stealing a loaf of bread, a man would suffer endless torments he told how, for the wretched women vho had made a mistake, there Would be a burning of oonscience and body that would never cease happiness, laughter, and merriment, which he called flippancy, he disapproved of. He damned everything so generally that he almost objected to the sunshine. He portrayed the intense suffering that would come mentally and physically he talked for forty-five minutes, and never once did he mention mercy or happiness.

UNCHARITABLE PEOPLE.

And a woman who sat next to me cried as she thought of a child who had died when she was fifteen year* old, and never having been converted, was, according to this theory, absolutely burning. And she said—and only mothers can say such things—"She was always such a delicate little thing she was always so easily frightened and to think I am not even with her to bear the pain."

And a young man, aa he walked out, looked up at the sunshine and said: "Well, as I am to have nothing but hell in the future, I might as well have some fun here, andthe beginning of it will be that I'll stop listening to sermons."

And If I wondered why, Instead of all the dainty arabesques that were painted back of the pulpit, there was. not printed In scarlet letters: "The tongue is a divine organ, but the devil often plays upon it."

A young man belonged to a swell club. He said ,it was a very jolly club. He liked to go there at night after the theatre and talk to the fellows. He mid he heard all (he news bat one night while he was very busy smoking and listening, he heard the name of a woman mentioned. That was by no means uncommon. He had frequently listened

TERRE HAUTE, IND, SATURDAY:|EVENING, NOVEMBER 4,1893. Twenty-fouhh Year

to Very spicy stories about no end of women, but this one happened to be his sister., Nobody knew it, for she had lived most of her time in Paris, and he hadn't reached the point when he discussed the women of his family at a dub. Well, when he came to thiuk it all over, nobody had absolutely stated a fact about her, but those gossips to whom he had so often listened with delight, have a way of saying things that may be construed to suit the taste of the hearer. This was what he heard "A pretty woman, ain't she?" "Yes, but who appreciates the beauty "Well,you know ehe hasn't been over hcjre long enough for us to find out. I saw her in a most fetching frook the other morning, about 19 o'clock, coming out of church." *'Oh, did you? So many olever women do that kind of thing nobody can say anything about meeting a fellow-wor-shiper." "Pretty good, Jimmy? a 'fellow'-wor-shiper! But to return to her do you think she will make a hit bfere?" "Well, of course, that depends entirely on—on, well, on her good taste." "Somebody told me that her husband .believed she was in love with him." "By George, she must be a olever woman. I'll make it a point to be introduced to her to-morrow night."

The listener to all this was burning -with rage. But what could he say? He, himself, had assisted at tearing reputations down in just such a way and yet, if he spoke to one of these men, 'they would deny having said anything derogatory to Ms sister, and after his de£a*rture, if he had given burst to a fit of temper, they would have commenced to quote those abominable old proverbs, "Who excuses himself, accuses himself." Or "Where there is so much smoke, there must be a little fire.'V bon't you suppose this mau saw the desirability of haying printed on the club wine card, on its menu, on the walls of its rooms, "The tongue is a divine organ, but the devil often plays upon it," it ail ^SBEOAN AT THE itiritofiEotf TABLE.

She hadn't seen very muoh of women's luncheons, and so when she went to the first tne at»d heard some pretty queer things said^he lpoke^ llttle sto^tledj

talker, who announced: 4My deafy-we are all women together." And then they began to talk about a woman she knew. A young, pretty, affectionate oreature, who was her dearest friend. And one of the women, between the puffs of her cigarette, told this: ."Personally, lam sure that she is in love with the man.

You know when she

first came to New York we lived in the same hotel, and I have frequently seen ber when she wasn't well, in her nightdress or I have gone to her room when she was dressing and her maid let me in. And such funny underwear as she had! Just fancy, made at home and trimmed with crochet work! As long as I saw that on her, I used to laugh and think she hadn't met the right man. But one day she asked me to go down atfeet with, her, and she spent a couple of hundred dollars on flue lingerie. I didn't ask any questions after that."

The women screamed with laughter, excepting the one woman who knew the ttoth of the story, which was, that, coming from the country, and being the daughter of a mother who believed Jn buying underwear to last, not to be pretty, the young wife endured her ugly things until she bad been married long enough for her husband to fill her purse, and so permit her to buy the pretty lawn and lace which is the delight of every woman's heart. Being an honorable woman, the friend was jeered at for her pains, when she attempted to tell the true story andoneof the women there said "My dear, you will always be played for a fool," but on every silver oup, on the beautiful china, in the drawn work of the tablecloth, and on the borders of the wall paper, the honest little sou^, who had been horrified at the way the story was twisted around, read continually: "The tongue is a divine organ, but the devil often playaupon it."

MISREPRESENTED WOMAN.

They both had to earn their own living. It isn't so pleasant when you are young and pretty, and long for the joy* and pleasures of life. It isn't so pleasant to have to stick to the desk or the pen when yon would so much rather be out in the sunshine, but i$ is possible to be sufficiently honorable to make your work a credit to you, a pleasure to your employer and a veritable perfume ascending like a beautiful prayer before the great white throne. She had worked very hard for ad vanoement. She was tired of writing interviews with first this 6ne and then that one with being treated with more or less rudeness. Btit at last the day came when somebody waa to-h ave a different aort of work given to her. She was a neat little body, and she used to make her clothes wear twice aa long and look twice as well aa anybody else's, for ahe would brash and fix and make over, and aew way into the night in her determination to look her beat. One day a rich cousin—women who work are occasionally blessed with veal rich ooualoa—gave her a beautiful

long fur coat, intending it to keep her warm when she was forced to go out and face the bitter winter winds. Still, you can't live off a fur coat. So when there was a chance for abetter position she applied for it, and she would have gotten it, but the other woman said come very nice things about her to the editor.

Said she: "I've always been very fond of Miss Brown she issuoha nioegirl, and she dresses so extremely well. I couldn't begin to dress that way and yet, beside my salary I have a little income. But there area

playB

great

upon it."

many ways

to earn money. What do I mean? Oh, I don't mean anything. There area great many ways to earn money. Have you seen her fur coat? Must have cost three or four hundred dollars. She says her cousin gave it to her. Oh, no I wouldn't say for the world that it wasn't so, but it is very convenient to-have a oousin whom nobody sees, to oredit things to. Of course. I am'a woman, and know what things cost. I know just what she gets. It is possible that she pays for4t all herself. It would be a good thing if she were Secretary of the Treasury she seems to be able to do a great deal with very little money. No, I wouldn't say a word against her. That's one thing I pride myself on, I never say anything against anybody. But she Is evidently a very clever woman." Well, she didn't get the position. And as she reads the note telling her that it wouldn't be given to her, she bent over and had the feminine luxury— a good cry. And the typewriter who had heard all the conversation in the other room, sat down in front of the machine, and clicked out: "The tongue is a divine organ, but the devil often

THE TONGUE'S POTENT INFLUENCE. It was just between daylight and dark. The logs- in the fireplaoe were great masses of golden heat The dogs were stretched out full length in front of this, that they might get as muoh of it as possible, and spelt out iu the burning w^pd, I read: '4A\yhen is it divine?" And the answers- oame slowly, but certainly. "The tongue is a divine organ, when it speaks words of nope and oheer and meroy it is play6d_\j]poh by the devil, when It whispers of gloomy ..bitterness, attd of eternal- su ftering.'J^J

The tongue is a divine o^gan, when it speaks the good word in the good way it is played upon by the devil when lt says the good word in the bad way, and makes ah inuendb and accusation

The tongue is a divine organ when it speaks words of cleaiilinesa the dovll is playing upon it when it says words that you would find impossible to utter in the shadow of the altar.

The tongue Is a divine organ when it speaks through the mouths of public men words that will make living easier and better for all mankind it is played upon by the devil when from it there only oomes inanities, silly personalities, and tiresome stupidities, that have nothing to do with the welfare of the nation.

The tongue is a divine organ when it speaks words of kindness and of consideration the devil is playing upon it when the music is malicious, when one is hurt by it, and when it is coarse and vulgar.

My friend, it requires genius to speak kind words. I don't mean the genius that has brought forth books or pictures, or much learning, but I mean the genius of' the heart. Any fool, any villian, any liar, any thief can speak words of malice but it takes wisdom, thoughtfulness, and much loving kindness, to speak well. There is a great art in controlling the tongue, so that it absolutely and always is a divine organ, sending forth only the melody of gracious words, or else, when they are impossible, achieving that perfect silence which is a necessity in oeautiful music. It is yours, this unruly little member. What are you going to do with it? Make it a divine organ, or let the devil play upon it? It is hard to control it, but a very good way to do is to remember this little sentence, said so many hundred years ago, and to take It for your motto. There are more poetical ones, but if you want an excuse for it, just say "My motto? It is,

4The

tongue is a divine

organ, but the devil often plays upon it it's just the same as that claimed BAB.

Un. Amelia Barr, author of "Jan Tedder's Wife" and other successful novela, was thirty-five years old when ahe began to write, and had passed from affluence to poverty. Although beyond the age for training one's self for work, ahe decided to find a living in literary pursuit*. Through a letter of introduction to Mr. Bonner, of the New York Ledger, ahe was given a chance and entered upon the drudgery which most writers go through at an earlier age. She wrote advertisements, circulars, paragraphs, anything she could get to do. She spent hours daily in,the Astor library studying literature and getting material for descriptive and historical stories, and persevered until ahe could do acceptable work.

Lucy Stone's last injunction was, "Make the world better.

AMUSEMENTS.

'•"Anderson's "Jolly Old Chtfate, or Two Old Cronies Up to Date," will be present? ed at Naylor's opera house to-night. This skit makes no pretentions of being anything more than a string of absurdities, varied by singing, novel danoing, eto. But the oompany is capable and well fitted for the parts assigned them. The ladies are comely, graceful and possessed of good voices, while the men are very strong in eccentric ability. Dan Mason and Dan Kelly are the Jolly Old Chums. Sadie Stringham creates quite a sensation by her marvelous make-ups and her nervous and explosive manner. A strong feature of the.^ performance is an aot of opera, which,? for melodious and original dialogue, ia seldom equalled.

HOFXT'S "A TEXAS STEER."

Headed by Tim Murphy, the company which will be the attraction at Naylor's) on next Tuesday evening, will present Hoyt's most successful oomedy, "A Texas Steer." The publio has seen so many so-called faroecomedles that it has almost come to expeot that anything,following solely the lines of com--edy must per force be of the same description. The name "A Texas Steer" is misleading. It suggests a roaring, slap dash, faroioal arrangement, made up of characters wildly exaggerated and of Scenes altogether improbable, strung together with hardly an apology for a plot or a story, and constructed avowedly solely for the purpose of enabling certain^ olever people to exhibit their specialties. It is sometimes claimed that this sort of thing, specialties, soags and dances, without the burden of a plot, is what the public want. This claim however is not true, the publio, fell back upon faroe-oomedies and musioal comedies as a welcome relief from stupid, trashy, lurid melo-dramas of the English type, and weak and insipid comic operas, which for a time monopolized the stage. The farce-com-edy was the best there was at the time and the public patronized it, but we have had a surfeit of farce-comedy. Under these circumstances, Charles

Hoyt's "A Texas Steer" is always a welcome and refreshing relief. True, it is a oomedy, farcical In its nature, the char-i acters exaggerated cericatures, but lt baa a plot, even though^t be, a simple one and the Interest slffstSined^ throughout the three acts of the play*Theaotors are called upon not to show off their specialties but to conceive and, realize strongly marked types of char* acter. Not a speoialty is introduced, unless the very clever singing of a negro qurfrtette, which is introduced most naturally and which helps to carry out the aotlon of the play, can be so-oalled. The fun of the play depends, not on horse-play but on the consistent delineation of eccentric and varied types of humanity. The company presenting "A Texas Steer," headed by Tim Murphy, are the original and have been identified with it ever since Its first production. They are all actors of ability. Seats now on sale at Button's Booksiore.

A JOhhY SURPRISE.

One of the most enjoyable entertainments of the season is promised by Fanny Rice and her speoially selected company£at Naylor's next Thursday evening. The programme opens with Offenbach's operatic gem, "A Little Broom Seller." There are but two characters In this, Lischen, "A Broom Seller,'' rendered by Miss Rice, the Frischen, a peasant, by Frank Jones. The operetta is very pretty and very tuneful. "A Jolly Surprise" has been considerably ohanged since it was last seen here, and the changes are all said to be for the better. George R. Edeson, the well-, known comedian, enacts the role of. David Brad bur, who is afflicted with a mother-in-law, who ia something of a terror. He has a friend, Charles Carroll, whose wife, Violet ('Miss Rice), baa left him on account of a letter from Bradbur, which she found in her husbands pocket, and which refers in a mysterious way to his (Carroll's) relations with Lillianf who afterward turns, out to be a yacht. Violet, decides to go on the stage, and the vicissitudes she encounters furnishes opportunity for a number of pleasing songs and character delineations by the charming Fanny. Among the innovations made by Miss Rice this season the most popular has been the "Alhambra Cabinet," which, they aay, displays ber versatile talents in full. The seat sale opens Tuesday morn Ing at Button's*

HOYT'S "A BRASS' MONKET." Hoyt's "A Brass Monkey," one of Chas. H. Hoyt's funniest and moat successful comedies will be presented at Naylor's opera house on Friday evening npxu "A Brass Monkey" ia a satire on the thousand and one popular supersti* ti6na of the day, Geo. F. Marion assumes the role of "Jonah" the victim of anperatition, and theater-goers in general remember thia clever performance. New songs, bright and catchy music, and picturesque dances neatly executed by a number of pretty girls are features whiob goto make the performance of "A Brass Monkey"*very popular. Seats for the "Monkey" on sale Wednesday morning, usual prices.