Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 24, Number 32, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 3 February 1894 — Page 1

Vol. 24.—No. 32

ON THE QUI VIVE.

Grand juries are always fallible. The one that has been

For the last three or four years IVrre Haute and Vigo county have been so wide open that most people have forgotten that it is really as illegal to sell spirits to children and operate a faro bank as it is to run a crooked knife into a Hoosicr's vitals and then twist it. When the

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I'M. Hazeldine is a bluff and hearty English gentleman who is noted as a pigeon fancier. His tine dovecotes were despoiled some months ago, aud as any justice loving man would have done, he prosecuted the young ui9n he believed to be the tliiovos.. Tho boys were acquitted and, to add to Mr. llazeldine's cup of sorrow, one of theacoused brought a $5,000 damage suit against him. As he was a bird fancier, he was game, and fought the suit bitterly— Hazeldine won. His pouters and fan-tails strut about now, their master fully vindicated and their pigeon loft peaceful.

During all the trouble, the indomita table Hazeldine continued Ins bird show, and actually entered a number of his finest pouters at, the big bird exhibit at Atlanta, capturing several of the finest prizes and winning fame as a fancier. "Faust," iiis finest bird, died "n the way home. Tho attending physicians say the cause of "his giblet's" demise was heart failure. How the profession has advanced!

When the First National Bank moves into its now palace, the old bank room will bo for sale or rent. Many a saloon man looks with longing eyes on the corner, for it would bo a lip top location for a swell resort. The rent, is high, and it might knock the profits off of "cocktails" for tho next six months. A local capitalist wants to take the corner and start a bank there. He argues that the tuoniod farmers would rather patronize a Fourth street bank than one up the street further. Then thoeapitalist thinks that most of the small depositors from the imintry, ami especially those who come over the wagon bridge, prefer a West etui bank.

A scheme is on foot, too, to incorporate a big loan, trust ami safe deposit, com patiy here. The undertaking is no light task. One of the gentlemen interested told Q. V. that it was necessary to raise $100,000 cash before the company could be legally incorporated. He regarded that as no very difficult matter, providing the proper men here in town take hold of it. 1 asked linn what they would do with so much money locked up and he said that it would be invested immediately and continuously. Tbe company will be similar to the trust companies other cities and will act as receiver for failing concerns, and seek to be the administrator of dead people as well as the guardian oT li.ve ones. Bv these means, he told me, the company would earn big interest on its investments, and at the same time, would chargeestates and insolvent debtors very small fees for taking care of their affairs. The company would never have to give a bond its paid-up capital stock of $100,ooo would be ample security for any one or any court. Of course each one of its officers would be under heavy personal bond to the corporation.

Indianapolis has two of these trust companies. If we manage to get one, and maintain it, we will be "dying high."

Six dollars a week to get his haircut ami the fuz scraped off his facel Tbat a what he pays, and he isn't Mr. Reginald De Puyster Tuyater either. He l« a Torre Haute clerk on fsHW a year, and an

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trying bard to do its whole duty, and from the stir it makes in certain quarters, no one can accuse it of being fallible on purpose. The rougher elements stand in great fear of the six gentlemen who have tbe power to pull anyone into a criminal court tbat ought to be there. This particular grand jury is calculated to strike terror to tlie heart of the average law breaker for on it are several men who are conscientious to an ex treme. Centenary and Asbury Methodist churches have an elder and a deacon on the panel. The other jurors are not influenced at all by rings or cliques so that tho body as a whole is one to be feared by ^he criminal classes.

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conscientious grand jury, there was a scurrying lo and fro like there was in Brussels when the dancers heard Na poloon's guns. it is bad enough (the saloon-keepers think) to line a man in good times when his "growler" trade is rushing and bis bar tender is selling drinks as fast as Barnum's ticket sellers slap down pasteboards on circus days. Now, however, when even the bar-Hies have quit drinking, and the boor buckets are greased to make the beer rise higher and dissipate the foam, it is hard luck to have to be arrested like a "vag," just because children drink and gamble on the premises, and the saloon is open all night.

To this bad state of affairs, add high license and exacting breweries. No wonder is il that the liquor dealer* are despondont, and even tho saloon porters blue

all around jolly good fellow. But his barber bill goes on at the rate of $1 a day. When you meet him on the street, don't think he is hurrying alongto make a train, or is late to lunch: he is Bimply going for bis "egg shampoo." And when you see him three- hours later gliding gaily around a corner, you would be surprised to know the operations he has undergone, the violet water, the French "eau de vie" of something or other that has been rubbed into his scalp and on his eyebrows and upper lip. Sweet! Well, rather. He is welcome anywhere. It's wonder the girls like him. What if it does cost $6 a week. Just because a newspaper fello\v has to live on snowballs is no reason why he should be carping at richness and ele gance. So I say to myself. "What is it to you?" Qui VIVE.

AMUSEMENTS.

"THE ALGERIAN."

Tho leading theatrical offering of this season will no doubt be the engagement of the new comedy opera "The Algerian" which will be presented at Naylors oppra house on next Thursday evening February 8th. "The Algerian" has been the leading operatic event of the season in New York, in which city it has just closed an extraordinary engagement at Daly's theater. It is in three acts, by Reginald de Koven and Glen MacDonougb. In his books Mr. MacDonough has founded a story of the opera from an incident in Baudot's great work "The Tartarin of Tarascon" and well has he succeeded in compiling a complete and entertaining story, original in its conceptions and situations, witty in its dialogue and poetical in its lyrics. It needs only to be known that that famous American composer, Reginald de Koven, who furnished the music for "Robin Hood" and "The Fencing Master" operas is also the composer of "The Algerian," and has given us something in the shape of a novelty in music. Adelo Ritchie, the prima donna of "The Algerian" was formerly with "The Isle of Champagne Company" during its metropolitan production, and Hubert Wilkes, who is the recognised foremost baritone on the American stage is properly suited to the singing of leading roles. The company in support also numbers among its members some of the bright lights in the field of comic opera work and includes such artists as Dorothy Morton, Marian Bender, Bertha Bayliss, Elan Winton, Frank David, Joseph Herbert, Ben Lodge, James MaffHtand others, with a large and pretty chorus. The seat sale opens on Tuesday morning prices range from 2.r cents to$1.50.

WAUDK .IAMKSCO. IN "OTHELLO." The eminent tragedians, Frederick Wardeand Louis James, supported by a strong company of thirty actors, will give a magnificent scenic and costume representation of Shakespeare's immortal tragedy "Othello" at Naylor's Opera House on Friday, February 9th. It is said to be a performance iu which the jjerfect actors have every stage accessory to help them realize their characters. The council chamber iu Venice is the chief scene set for the first act. The second act shows the military fortress at Cyprus, and no stage picture need be handsomer. There* is a long stretch of son in perspective ami a grand fort of masonry at the left. During the acts, the changing lights, beautifully arranged, show sunset, moonlight and morning. It is a military camp with implements of war about, as betits tho commanding general returning from tierce war. The same scene is used in the third act, but the influence of woman is seen. Desdemona'.s new home is there, aad love rules the camp. Tliis teuder touch shows the great heart and the great love of the Moor. Over this exquisite warrior's home is left the sinuous trail of the serpent Iago, and Othello's Eden of love is no more. Mr. VVarde is said to be a fine Iago-—subtle and plausible. The ancient was a trusted soldier and could not have been such a transparent scoundrel as many actors make him. Mr. James makes Othello grand in barbaric splendor tender in iove: trusting to a fault agonized in jealousy aud doubt terrible in revenge. Mr. Charles D. Herman acts the role of Cassio. Miss Edythe Chapman is a lovely Desdemona. The supporting company is unusually strong. The seat sale opens Wednesday morning prices range from 25c to $1.50.

TWO JOHNS.

J. C. Stewart's Comedy Company is the underlined attraction at Naylor's for Saturday evening, February 10th, presenting tbe musical farce comedy "The Two Johns." Like all plays of its class it was written sololv for the purpose of creating laughter and it seems to succeed.

The Union club held its first annual meeting last night in tbe rooms over Bun tin's drug store, and elected tbe following officers:

President—George J. Hammerstein. First vice president—John O. Piety, second vice president—Otto Burget. Corresponding secretary—George M. Allen.

Financial secretary—Harry G.Thompson. Recordlngsecretary— Daniel W. Millers

Treasurer—J. Q. Button.

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BAB ON FUNERALS.

A ROUND DENUNCIATION OF MORTUARY EXTRAVAGANCE.

The Mockery of Making the Funeral of Loved Ones a Festival Day for Mere Acquaintances and Gossips How the

Quakers Bury Their Dead. [Copyright, 1894.] NEW YORK:, Jan. 30.—Whois to be considered—the living or tbe dead? Do you know what I mean? Put yourself in the place of the man who is earning §75 a month he has a bit of a home, two or three children, and, by the care and economy of his wife, they live along without getting into debt and yet because illness will come to the rich and the poor alike, because there may be a desire to give a helping hand to an erring brother, there is no money saved. One day death comes into that little flat which represents home to these people. It may be the baby who is dead it may be the oldest child and sorrow of sorrows, it may be the wife, or else, God help them! it may be the man himself. The first awful grief over, somebody says something about the funeral. You and I shrink with horror from the funeral trappings, and yet they must come. There may be a little money given here and there, from one and another of the family, but the undertaker glibly reminds the living that so much will have to be paid for the box which holds the casket without the soul tbat so much must be paid for the horrible plumed hearse that carries that which you love, living or dead, and that behind it must come a troop of carriages tilled with so-called friends, who absolutely enjoy the morbid curiosity that induces them to look at you in your grief.

Well, you give the little money that you have you think how you loved tbat dear, dead one, and yoq febl as if somebody insists upon it that you must not fail in the outward respect due

TO THIS ONE WHO IS SLEEPING. And then, for months after, there must be money saved you must give up the idea of doing what you wish for tho living until you have paid for this wretched pomp shown to the dead. And the boy who wanted to go to, school another year is forced out into the world, and the girl who was anxious to study something that she might in the future give a helping hand, has to stay at home and shed quiet tears over her disappointment. All because a miserable, mean conception of what is right and what is wrong says that you shall bind yourself for many months to the dead and ignore the living. I can't tell you bow much I feel about this. I have seen it, and while I know that a loving pride dictated it, still I felt that if the dead could come back and speak, they would ask that only a quiet restingplace be given to them, that only a willing prayer be said for them, and that if there is a flower offered in remembrance it will be one that comes from a home garden, and not tbat which has passed through the hands of the florist, and been wired by him to form what he calls "a most affecting tokem"

DEATH TAKES THE MILLIONAIRE. The other day Mr. Van Million died. His life hadn't been any too remarkable for its goodness, or its kindness, or its virtues, but still he was dead, and tbat can all be forgotten. In the embrace of death Mr. Van Million is surrounded by blue violets and white lilies, by costly orchids and palm leaves, and all tbe wreaths and bunches of flowers are tied with great, broad ribbons. And Mrs. Van Million enters the room to go to church, a moving mass of crape, that any woman who looks can estimate at its enormous cost. And the church is open, and a well-known prima donna, well-known alike for the beauty of her voice and tbe wickedness of her life, sings almost exquisitely. And, later on, at the grave the Reverend Doctor Velvet makes a picture of himself as he looks up to the blue skies above him and carefully reminds God Almighty that "in this, tbe loss of our dear brother^ there has gone from us one wrho was most prominent, who was kind and good, and who will, without doubt,occupy in Heaven that position in which he would find greatest happiness and be nearest to thegieat white throne." And the Reverend Doctor Velvet knows that in his trousers' pocket is a checlc for a thousand dollars from Mrs. Van Million, thanking him for his goodness and for the thoughtfal consideration that prompted him to give up one afternoon of hu« valuable time to ber in her sorrow. Undoubtedly, she felt this way— the Van Millions' wives and daughters love them, but it has been suggested to her by some one who knew tbat it was customary to give this monetarycourtesy

TO THE REVEREND DOCTOR VELVET. He values bis time well. You, who happen tbat day to have gone out to look at a little baby's grave, pass this group, raise your hat, and stand still for a moment: you know tbat when that baby died, if you had gone to tbe Reverend Doctor Velvet, 1 and told him that you earned #15 a week, and tbat you wanted some prayers

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said over your dead child, you know as well as I do that the man who is supposed to preach the doctrine of Him who died that you might be saved, would instantly find a pleasant excuse for not doing as you asked. Do I blame the clergy? I do, most emphatically I do not care to what church they belong, I insist upon it that wben it comes to a question of burying tbe dead tbe rich and the poor stand alike in the presence of God, and that no man has a right to refuse to do his duty by them, and that no man has a right to accept money for the consolation that he gives the living, fpgd the prayers that be says -for the dead.

If Mrs. Van Million realizes in her sorrow that there are others in this world who suffer, then she can give ber check to where it will do most good in memory of the dead but the horror of paying a clergyman for speaking words of consolation has made more men lose faith than anything else in the world.

Why can't you be a little brave about your dead? Why can't you say, when the breath has left the body, that no stranger hand can touch it, and robing it in something it had worn in life why won't you put it in a plain box, without embellishments of silver or gold have it carried into a dark coach, and followed to its resting place only by those who loved it while there was life in it? How can you, if you have a heart, permit the merely curious to look at your dead? Hpw can you allow the people to whom s2e who is dead never spoke, never kbew of, to look at and criticise her, when she lies there helpless, unable to sayaword? What is the matter with the men and women? They can write beautiful sentiment, they can talk of truth and art and love, and yet they permit their dead to endure vulgar stares, that living would have horrified them. Why cau't you have the moral courage, when death comes, to give to tbat dear body, because of your reverence for it, the simplest and sweetest of ceremonies, in which only those who loved it while it was alive, take part?

FLOWERS SENT FOR POLICY'S SAKE. You see the great wagon full of flowars going 'Out it seems to you the expression of kindness. Nine times out of ten it is the expression of policy, and ir/aiSy a man has robbed his own to buy tbe floral wreath that he felt bound to send to the home of his employer because death had entered it. And what is the result? Ask anybody in the cemetery, and they will tell you tbat those who prey on the dead, and there are plenty of them, take the ribbons off the palm leaves, break off the freshest of the flowers, and carry away the wire frames that were the foundation of the anchor, or the cross, or the crown, and sell them.

Well, after a while you have paid the undertaker's bill. And then, because somebody else's child has one you feel tbat you must put up a marble monument, and for a year, or perhaps two, you act the thief to the living to gratify what is, after all, not a duty to tbe dead, but your own vanity. You tbink, perhaps, that I am a little severe. There is not to-day oue human being who has a greater respect than I for the dead, and for that veiy reason I cannot see them made an excuse for extravagance, nor can I endure their going out of this world being made a sort of a festival day for tbe mere acquaintance and tbe gossip. What do I think is right? I'll tell you. The first duty you owe is to the living, but you can give your love and reverence to the dead without interfering with tb^t. Take up the form that you loved, put it in its plain wooden box if you wish, have a little plate with its name on it, but I think at the last great day neither God nor you will need to know the dear ones, bury it quietly and with just a few, simple services, and tben come back home and go on living. Let in the bright sunshine, and if you think, as you will many times, of that one who is no more on earth, you will think with love and not with horror as you would if, after tbe gorgeous funeral, each month found you worried to get together the money necessary to pay lor what was simply ridiculous.

THE PRINCE'S BURIAL.

Wben tbe son of tbe Prince of Wales died, bis father and brother walked three miles behind the caisson on which bis coffin rested, and after them walked all those who wished to pay respect to the dead Prince. None of the women, for on tbe other side they think, properly enough, tbat nervous, excited, ten-der-hearted women are out of place in cemeteries, and that it is tbe duty of the men of the family to bear tbe heaviest burdens. Here, if that had been tbe son of a salesman, or a man in the middle class of life, there would have been eight or ten expensive carriages to be paid for, and the family would be put in debt for months. I feel all this just now very much, because on tbe other side of humanity I have seen so much of what I call the burden of tbe dead. I know that until the wiser of our people insist upon funeral services being simpler, feberal trappings quieter, and announce tho possibility of a great grief without .yards of crape, that this burden will rest upon tho poor forever and forever.

I do not grieve the less beoause I refuse to go ii^debt for a crape gown, and yet the woman of moderate means thinks the world will believe that she did not care for the one who has gone before unless she gowns herself so tbat she looks gloomy, and puts a heavy veil between ber and God Almighty's sunshine.

If only the dead oould come back and tell us! If tbey could only say: "My dear oues, you do not make me believe less in your love or in your remembrance of me by all this folly, and I beg of you to go on and live your lives as you have done, and make me a living memo­

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among you and not a dead one." Who is to blame? I am afraid it is tbe people who have plenty of money, and who have thoroughly imbued all the rest of the world with the idea that respect to the dead is shown by long processions, by expensive caskets, and by tbe wearing of stuffs so gloomy that it makes death seem horrible rather than restful.

THE QUAKER'S "EARTH TO EARTH." We could all learn a lesson from the gentle Quakers. Among them the coffin in which the poor or the lich man sleeps is perfectly plain be is laid in tbe ground about the meeting house, and at his head is put a little stone—tbey are all alike—on which his name is ingraved. When a hundred years have gone by the stones are taken up, the ground is plowed over, and, behold, it is ready to receive more sleeping forms, those closest to the living of to-day. I have beard this called hard-hearted, but I do not think it is.

When the last great day comes, and the trumpet rings out its call, and you and I and our dead stand waiting to hear our names called, we may be very certain that the sin of avarice will not be forgiven because the mahogany casket costa tbousnnd dollars that the sin of impurity will notbe overlooked because the handles on it were solid silver that the sin of dishonesty will not be wiped out because there rested above us a monument of finest Carrara marble. Ob, no. On that great day tbe rich and the poor will really stand together in the sight of God, and this mortal shall put on immortality without there being any question of coffins or hearses, of funeral sermons or wired flewers, or lying obituaries but it will be asked of each one, "HOW IS IT WITH YOUR SOUL?"

There will never be a question of the treatment given to the dead body, but all will tend toward "How did you do your duty toward God and those whom He entrusted to you

Think it over it's worth while, and make up your mind, if grief «omes, that you are going to do your duty to the living, and not make your sorrow an everlasting one by combining with it the horror of debt and the continual depriving of what belongs to the Hying that you may feel that you have done like the rest of the world to the dead. You don't want to be like the rest of the world. You want to be honest, clearheaded and clear-hearted, fearing no man and doing that which is right. And the right way to treat your dead is to give them tender respect and to put them in the warm arms of Mother Earth so quietly and so simply tbat your grief will have due honor given it because you have not attempted to frame it in vulgarity and ridiculous display. Am I right? I do believe I am. And I prove my belief by putting to my opinion my name, which is BAB.

SHORT AND SWEET.

Freckles will not be much worn this winter. The rubber trust hopes to make prices less elastic.

Greatest review in the world—Lost sight restored. The king whose rule embraces the most subjects—smoking.

Strange to say, civil suits are not institutions of polite society.

Heavy plaid shawls and fur jackets are being used everywhere—by moths. Light blue milk with fly insertion is much in vogue at afternoon hotel teas.

The passion some women have for attending auctions is a more-bid taste. Never kick a poor friendless tramp away from your door. Tell a policeman to do it.

The Democrat who is kicked straight out of a post office, immediately ceases to be a straight Democrat.

Among the ladies, newspapers, slashed and cut bias, with decollete margins are much used at all seasons.

A New York cigar dealer refers to a cousin who runs a restaurant in Hartford as a "Connecticut filler."

It hurts a man just about as much to burn bim in effigy as to have his shadow on a wall butted by a goat.

LICENSED TO WED.

Wm. G. Holler and Elizabeth A. Wilton. Jno. F. Nelson and Caroline Sichlee. Oacar Layne and Nellie Reece. Wesley Redmon and Mamie Powell. Warren Rice and Bessie Peake. Geo. W. Buggies and Ada L. PInegar. Sandford Beeeher and Charlotte Turner. Jos Miller and Cynthia Edwards. Mortimer J. Bnchanan and Cora B. Kaiser. Frederick W. Bean champ and Emma J. Phillips. ffa. Ulrey and Ella Fain.

Will a Dean and Fannie A. Morris.

Twenty-fourth Year

PEOPLE AND THINGS.

There are 14,000 employes on Chicago's pay roll. Greece has more public holidays than any other country iu the world.

In Japan a man can live like a gentleman for about #250 a year. This sum will pay the rent of a house, the salaries of twoservantsjand supply plenty of food.

As an evideuce of returning good times tbe Philadelphia Record calls attention to tbe fact that "even the mills of the pugilists have resumed."

President Cleveland now has a mounted policeman follow bis carriage when he goes out for a drive. This has never been done before in the history of the government.

Senator White, of California, is often mistaken for ex-President Harrison. His beard is the same style and color as that of Mr, Harrieon, and in speech the resemblance is very striking.

The mouth of a young man in Black River Falls, Wis., is rapidly growing up and the opening is now no larger than a goose quill. The reader will please note that a man is the victim of this singular affliction.

Elijah Halford, who now wears epaulets in the regular army, is also taking a hand in newspaper work. He is engaged as editorial correspondent of the Omaha Christian Advocate, a Methodist publication.

Oue of the shortest wills ou record, a document containing but forty-two words, was filed for probate in Sau Fraucisco recently. The maker of tbe will, Mme. Lerda, devised a large estate to her husband.

The old deed of tbe entire Western reserve in Ohio, made in 1800 by President Adams, has been discovered. The vast tract of land, with its large cities, may be found to belong to heirs of the Conneticut land company.

A Harvard professor once caught Henry Ward Beeeher in the act of reading an account of a prize fight. "You don't read such stuff as tbat, do you?" asked tbe professor in surprise. "I try not to awful hard," answered the pulpit orator, "but I always do."

A Maine schoolmaster said with stern emphasis the other day, "I saw the person who was whispering then. I am looking at that person now. Will that person arise before the school without obliging me to call names?" Two boys aud four girls stood up blushingly. The master is cross-eyed and wears glasses.

A noted caricaturist in Vienna, Hans Schliessman, draws such excellent likenesses tbat, when addressing notes to prominent men, he merely puts on each envelope the picture of the man to whom he wishes to send the letter, with the directions of the section of the city where the man resides. The letter never goes astray.

J. N. Hill, who was recently sentenced to death for murder in Pittsburg, wears a silver tube in his neck. After killing tbe woman for whom he is to be hanged he cut his throat. The doctors patched up his wound therefore he can breathe with the aid of the tube. It is thought that to hang him successfully the tube will have to be removed.

Manuel Cota, a sheep-herderwho lives near Pomona, CalM and was married in 1859, is the father of twenty-six children ranging in age from 134 years to 2 weeks. Fifteen of the children are married, and Manuel, at tbe last accounting, found he was grandparent to twenty-one youngsters all the way from 2 months to 13 years old.

Gen. Lord Wolseley declined to attend a dinner of the London Thirteen (Hub the other day, because, he explained, he not only believes in many superstitions, but hugs them with warmest affection. He believes in ghosts and amulets, and is prone to adopt any superstition which he finds others believe in. Common superstitions, he says, link bim with a picturesque past.

Senator Walthall has always been regarded as the only distinctive type in Congress of tbe southern statesman. Physically be is tall and spare, straight as an arrow, with long black hair, a piercing eye, and a proud carriage that sets off tbe punctilious courteousness of his manners. His movements are graceful and active, and altogether he is a model for the mental portrait a Northern mind likes to draw of the old-time Southern Senator.

It seems that ordinary old rye above proof is getting too mild for the taste of tbe exacting tippler. A new intoxicant has come into use. It is a decoction of tbe cactus, with effects something like hasheesh, and has long been known to the Mexican and other Indians. The Indians chew the cactus hearts and swallow them. They induce a condition of exaltation. While under the influence, it is said, a man is lifted out of himself, as it were. Ho is wide awake, yet dreaming. The intellect is not clouded, but stimulated in a high degree. But tbe most remarkable thing about this plant is tbat its peculiar effect is not followed by any reaction. On that account it should be tbe ideal thing for a gigantic jag.