Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 24, Number 33, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 10 February 1894 — Page 1

Vol. 24.—No. 33

ON TIIE QUI VIVE,

Last Tuesday night the city council ordered Ohio and south Fifth, together with north Sixth and Ninth streets paved, aud in the same breath deferred the passingon the bids for cleaning the streets already paved until February 20th. The perfecting of our new streets is like the ordinary church fair: twentyfive cents to get in, four dollars to get out. With the ease and grace of a House of Lords, our town solons vote for pay ing out several hundred thousand dollars lor asphalt and brick pavine, and then hesitate aud falter at the very idea of cleaning the tilth off the well-laid surface. Because there were a few score bids, the council put off their consideration for two weeks, and pedestrians must cross muddy streets, and mer chants must take in dust-ruined goods at nigbi and put out new ones mornings, for the next several weeks at least, simply for the reason that the Terre Haute aldermen couldn't tell who was the best bidder out of some eighty applicants. In a half hour's recess the council could have accurately determined as to thebsst bidder, for the necessary requirements as to the cleaning had been settled months ago. Probably sixty of the bids are badly drawn, so that the task of deciding is not such a bete neir after all.

But no, the street committee will hold many sessions over these bids and, after much deliberation, will report against accepting any and ask for a readvertising for bids. Ob, you can't hurry us!

The poor people who own the threestory blocks on Ohio street between First and Second were treated fairly by the city fathers when that part of the street was not required to be paved. Q. V. has only one comment to make. Mr. Joseph Strong's block and the Savings Bank build ng, yes, Will Hunter's fashion livory, Frank's overall factory, Br. Tomlin's institute and the Y. M. C. A. building are each three stories high. Oughtn't they to have the same privileges as I)r. Pence's and Mr. Roedel's blocks. Poor poople must be aided during this hard winter butdon't squandor charity on two three-story brick blocks when there are six more on the same street that are equally deserving.

Dr. Sohell, as the mouth-piece of the medical profession here, or rather as its right hand, threw a bomb into the ranks of the old citizens and town promoters, by publicly declaring the now Rose Dispensary building to bo a travesty on what it ought to be. Ho says that a free drug store in the new block will bo nothing much and that no less than laboratories, clinic rooms and hospital environments will suffice. True enough, but has the corporation funds sufficient to endow such an institution? If not, will anyono help it. out? If not, why not proceed with the building anyway, as soon as the trustees see tit. A free drug storo would, bo a long stop in advance for the benefit of Terre Haute's worthy poor.

Distilleries have a fiendish habit of blowing up every now and then, so the now anti-trust distillery is to be provided with tho very latest atiti volcanic eruption devices. And it was with some horror that Mr. Klopfer and Mr. Smith discovered, after they hail paid out $7,000 or anti-trust lunds for the Hoss property, that not a hundred feet away from whore the "biggest still-house in the world" would stand was a powder magazine stuffed to its roof with giant powder.

TiOtig years ago the city tried to get the Dupoiit and Hazard powder corporntionsto move their infernal charcoal and saltpeter combinations out of town. But the powder companies sent emissaries here to defeat the project, and they used tho argument that if the powder houses were removed furtheroff", the wholesalers and retailers would conceal powder in their stores to the great danger of the business district. This weak kneed argument stood unanswered and tons of powder and dynamite were kept in those magazines.

Now, however, the scene changes. It is not the impotent city of Terre Haute that asks for its life with misgivings. It is a distillery and cattle-feeding company that demands protection. Mr. Klopfer doesn't prosose to wait until he is wired some tine day that his sixteen boilers have gone to a boiler maker's heaven by the powder route. He proposes to make th»-se powder fellows va mose. And he'll do it, too. QRI VIVE.

AMUSEMENTS.

WAUDK JAMRS,

One of the most enjoyable performances of the entire season, was that of the Warde-James Co. last night, In "Othello," and it drew an audience that was notable not only for its si*®, but as being a representative gathering of the intelligence and culture of a city whose poople are noted for their decorum. Yet had tho Fool Killer—that much threa toned but unfortunately never-appear-ing individual who is supposed to wipe unpleasant persons out of existence—j put in an appearance a few moments bo fore the curtain fell on the last act, bis list

slain would have made a wreck in the of literary and society world of Terre Haute. In fact the pleasure of the entire evening was spoiled for many by the boorish haste displayed by some to be the first at the foot of the stairway— and the some included men and women whose education, intelligence andstanding should all have taught them better manners. The newspapers have done all in their power to do away with this evil, the law prohibits murder even under provocation, and the only, remedy The Mail can suggest is that Manager Hayman require every man, woman and child who enters the opera house to give a bond-with "good, freehold sureties"—that he or she will remain in his orjher seat until the curtain has finally dropped on the last act, and then those who are willing to take their chances on catching a street car can really enjoy a good performance.

TWO JOHNS.

The "Two Johns'' will be presented at Naylor's opera house to-night by J. C. Stewart's comedy company. This old popular musical farce has been brightened up since it was presented here last by the introduction of new music and specialties and in its present shape is said to make an enjoyable entertainment. The specialties introduced are very clever. Music run riot and funny stories of a new edition will help the fun along. If you want to laugh loud and long see the "Two Johns" to-night.

DESHON OPEHA CO.

The Deshon opera company will hold the boards at Nayler'e all next week, with Wednesday and Saturday matinees presenting a round of popular operas at popular prices. Headed by the favorite comedian Frank Deshon who is without a rival on the comic opera stage. J. R. Oakley is the second comedian and his work with Deshon is excellent. Edwaid Webb the leading tenor is one of the few tenors in comic operas who can act as well as sing. Adolph Mayerthe leading baritone has a magnificent, and well «ultivated voice and was for several seasons with the well known "Emma Abbott" opera company. Richard Jones as character man is a hard working conscientious artist. Mr. Jones was for eight years with the Baker opera coradany. The prima douna of the company is Miss Lizzie Gonzalez, pretty, petite aud the happy possessor of a beautiful soprano voice. Prior to her engagement with the Deshon company Miss Gonzalez was with one of the "Hoyt A Thomas" farces. Miss Gilberti Loarock who alternates in the prima donua roles has a beautiful mezzo soprano voice of wide rauge. Miss Learock was formerly with the "Corinne Company." Leslie Poore as the character woman is a distinct success, and is one of the most finished character artists of the day. The rest of the cast includes Walter Roberts, RobertStanley, Oorinne Burton aud Vivian DuBois. The Dashou Opera Company does not advertise to carry a car load of scenery but they do carry a car load of pretty and shapely girls all of whom are good singers. The chorus is strong aud well balanced, and is under the direction of J. Clarence West. This company carry their own orchestra and over sixty trunks of gorgeous and beautiful costumes. Thero will be a change of programme each performance and matinees on Wednesday and Saturday Prices are only 15, 25 and 35 cents for evening performances, and for matinees any seat for 25 cents". The engagement will open Monday evening in "Mascotte."

NOTES.

Willie Collier has a new play called "A Back Number."

Madame Sarah Bernhardt is about to publish her memoirs, which will fill two volumes.

Recently, in Kansas City, Giles Shine played both Dromios in "A Comedy of Errors," while Stuart Robson was attending the funeral of his mother-in-law.

Pauline Markham's suit against the city of Louisville for $10,000 damages is attracting considerable attention in theatrical circles. Miss Markham broke her leg in a Louisville coal hole, and she can never wear tights again. The nice point to be decided is what the value of a mature member, such as Miss Markham's is, considered as au excuse for tights.

A BO TS UESTIONS.

Questions asked by a small boy during a two-minute conversation: 1. Do kitties take off their fur when they go to bed at night? 2. Who cooked dinner when all big people were little boys? 3. Why don't oysters have tails? 3. What kind of medicine is it the drug store man has in the big green bottles in the front window? 5. W^bat does Santa Clans give little boys sleds for when there ain't any snow? 6. When I drink water why don't It run down into my legs? 7. Where is Monday-Tuesday street?

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The first persou submitting a correct list of answers to tbe foregoing will receive a framed portrait of Tomaso Salvinn, which can be fitted out with a frock coat and used for David B. Hill or with sidewhiskers and put forward as Chauncy M. Depew.

IN LENTEN TIME.

BAB'S RULES FOR THE MODERN OBSERVANCE OF THIS PERIOD.

How Society Mademoiselles will Conduct

Themselves Daring the Forty Days of Mo«rni*sr—A Sonnet Dedicated To a Cook—In Bohemia's Land. [Copyright, 1894.]

NEW YORK, Feb. 7.—We are all in sackcloth and ashes. Being feminine, most of us drape our sackcloth in a smart way and wear our ashes as if they were the latest style of head-dress. We repent—oh, yes, we repent, but in the way that suits us best. We thank hoaveu that remorse doesn't keep us awake at nights. Indeed, if by chance it made an attempt to speak one night, we would, properly enongh, hush it with a dose of chloral or morphia. And then we would laugh to think that in the days gone by people believed that the voice of conscience, or remorse, or indigestion, or whatever it wal called, could not be quieted. We repent in tbe manner of the nineteenth century.

Mademoiselle, who has been dancing and prancing through all the fashionable functions, getting little sleep, and having many demands made on her body aud brain (for it is the vogue for a woman to have a bit of brain nowadays) is delighted to welcome the forty days of mourning, because it gives her an opportunity to rest a littfle. Of course, as she tells you, she will go out to "quiet things," but it won't be a hurry and a scurry from house to house, from dance to dance, fearing to be absent from any one, because then the world might think that she hadn't been invited. And she of to-day is dreadfully afraid that that might be believed. Well, she is going to enjoy her days of mourning. You know there is a certain sort of pleasure in mourning. It is mightily pleasant to go to an early mo*uing service, and convince one's self that one is the greatest sinner in the world it is a charming form of vanity, not requiring a new ball gown, a now arrangement of the hair, or anything else that tends to rna&e one attractive.

NOW SHE IS GOING TO KEPF!N'T. Dear little Madame X. gravely announces to her husband that she is going to repent by giving.Jie|$ j^ok-» chance to enjoy herself. X. is a little stupid, and at first he doesn't understand, but she soon makes him. He is to take her out three nights in the week to dinner, and she adds, with a bewitching smile: "Make me enjoy myself exactly as if we weren't married."

For the first outing X. arranged a fine dinner at Delmonico's, flowers and favors, and all sorts of good things to eat. But the little Madame pouted all through dinner, wasn't any too agreeable when they got home, and then burst into tears and told X., who had done his best, poor wretch, that he doesn't love her, or else he wouldn't have given her just such a dinner as she has been having all the time, and which was no novelty.

She gave him three days to find a place that would be new to her. Now, X. happened to kuowa newspaper fellow, so he asked him, and tbe newspaper man said: "1 can tell you

A PLACE THAT IS UNIQUE,

where you can get a good dinner, where you will meet the most marvelous set of people you ever saw in your life, but I'D only tell you with the proviso that you don't let the so-called fashionable set know anything about it and my reason for asking this is that once they get to going there they will ruin it. And to show you how this can happen, I need only to illustrate the career of a restaurant that is to-day perfectly well known to everybody. When it was started, the proprietor, a neat little Frenchman, was his own manager and head waiter his wife was the cashier, aud a very good dinner with a pint of light claret was gotten for 75 cents. This place was down in the neighborhood of the University, and in a little while the artists from Tenth street got to going there, the literary set found it out, and it was the most delightful. Everybody knew everybody else, and if you wanted to find a good musician, a well-known artist or a newspaper man, you had only to drop into Joseph's to look for him. In a little while, the said Joseph began to make money then he put out a flag at the top of his house that bore the sign 'Hotel Joseph.' The price of the dinner went up steadily, and its quality went down. The men who had written of it, and among these men was one of the cleverest story writers of to-day the men who had sketched it, in fact, the men whe had made it, found that they were being pushed out for people with more money and less sense that when they were there Joseph pointed them out as if they were animals on exhibition, and gradually they stopped going.

THEY STARTED

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FOR A FEAST.

"Now Joseph has got a big place, is very insolent to the people who were polite to him in his early straggles, aad only eager to cater to those who mean much money. Pleasant little Madame Joseph is dead, which may account for Joseph's impudence. But to sum up a

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long story, we made up our minds that if ever we got another place that suited us, the law should be that no man would write of it, no man would talk about it, but that every man would enjoy it in his own way. However, I'll tell you where it is, and you take Madame there with the understanding that you are both to keep quiet."

When X.told her about this she threw both arms around his neck and kissed him with more fervor than she had since the waning of the honeymoon. That night they started. The house was in a lown-town street, and yet within a stone's throw from where the old-fash-ioned millionaires live. Three steps down a little turning, an opening of the door and they were there. For a minute Madame scarcely knew what to think. There was no carpet on the floor there were two long tables, one large and one small, round one. There were people at most of them but they paid no attention to the X.'s. So they sat down, and in a few minutes a Frenchwoman came in, put a clean napkin, a steel knife and fork in front of each of them, and asked what wine they would have. X. knew enough to choose an Italian one, and it was brought to them in about ten minutes, during which time Madame X. saw a young man get up, announce that he wanted a clean plate, go out into the kitchen, come back with one, stop at another table on his way, pick up a dish of. spaghetti, bring it with him, and help him. Suddenly she saw him grin at X. Then he said to him across the table: "-ray, old boy, how did you ever come to Caterina's?" And the old boy laughed, and announced that he wasn't going to tell.

A conversation, in which Madame joined, was kept up while they were served with the very best sort of soup, and were invited to have a second helping. Then there was put before them a dish of spaghetti that looked as if it ought to do for a family, but which Madame found so delightful that she had three helpings of it, and by this time the room was full.

ALL SORTS OF DINERS HERE.. There was a great deal of talk it didn't seem to m^ike any difference whether anybody knew anybody else or not— they talked anyhow. You didn't hear anything about the Horse Show or the cotillon, or the latest scandal. One shabby little chap, as near sighted as he could be, who really did seem to eat with his forehead, was induced to tell three or four men about meeting Jerome and what an awful good fellow he was, and how he would have come over here long ago if it h&dn't been for the fact that he had an invalid wife, and he was so devoted to her that he wouldn't make a long journey without her, and she wasn't able to stand the sea voyage. Somebody else was talking about Melba, and somebody else who looked like an Anarchist, but who had the sweetest voice in the world, was announcing what he thought of the Cleveland Administration. X. was interested, and Madame was delighted, and the next time the young man, who knew her husband, got up and went into the kitchen, she insisted upon going with him. There stood Caterina at the stove, ladling out, as they were required, the good things aud giving such portions as would have made an uptown resturateur believe himself ruined. Madame was introduced as a new visitor, and Caterina nodded "How do you do" she couldn't shake hands, for one hand held tbe ladle and the other the soup pot. X's friend had come out to say that Nanette would not give hiin bread enough, and Caterina placidly shrugged her shoulders and announced, "You displeased her the last time you were here. You make it up with her and she will be all right." Madame laughed, and Nanette appeared just at the happy moment. X's friend went up to her and said,

NANETTE, WHEN I ADORE YOU SO, how can you be angry with me? And you know I like a lot of bread, and you have been so mean with it this evening." He looked a picture of Despair, and Nanette, although she was* certainly fortyfive, felt her heart touched, and showed ber good-will by fetching him a roll of that kind of bread that one buys by the yard.

While everybody was laughing and satisfied, a woman came in, all alone. That's nothing unusual at Caterina's, for art students and writers drift there, knowing that it is perfectly repectable. This girl came in, looked around, seemed not to find whoever she was seeking, went out into the kitchen, spoke to Caterina, and then sat down on one of the low chairs there as ifshe would wait at little whije, or as if she would like to get warm. The Anarchist man stopped talking politics he muttered something to himself that sounded like something being a shame, and then he got np and went out into the kitchen, and spoke to that girl. What he said nobody knew, but in a minute or two she came out, and he Wen! to the door with her. When he returned

HE BLUSHED LIKE A SCHOOLGIRL, and to convince the rest of tbe people that he had no heart, he pitched violently into the Government.

Madame X. asked the young man who the sir! was, and in a low tone he told

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her. A pretty girl, who had written some poems and some stories, and who came on to New York with very little money, and no friends, but expecting that her dainty little work would have a great market. Well, the story of Faust and Marguerite was repeated, except that the girl now was a little out of her mind and every evening, as it drew near the time when Faust used to take her out, and have a gay, merry dinner with her, she went arouud looking for him. She had only been to Caterina's once, in her happy days, butshe remem bered it, and they never refused to let her in. Her dinner was always offered to her, for Caterina hasn't made a fortune, and isn't heardhearted yet but she ne^er accepted it. She always tells that she is going to meet Faust, and have dinner with him—that she has forgotten where he was to be. She has gotten poorer and poorer, and to-night tbe bit-ter-speaking politician had insisted on her taking enough money to provide for herself for a few days. This she accepted with one proviso, that Faust would return it to him, aud he, knowing what it meant, agreed to it.

AFTER DINNER WAS ALL OYER, and X. bad paid two dollars and a quarter for it, including wine, X.'s friend walked home with them. He was very jolly, until unfortunately the little Madame mentioned some fashionable affair, when he stiffened up, put his hands in his pockets, drew out a pair of immaculate gloves, and carefully adjusted a monocle. With this change in his appearance, came a drawl in his voice, and he appeared like hundreds of the other young men she knew in "our set." When they got in the house, she said to X.: "Who is that?" And he laughed as he told her -the name, the name of one of the richest jroung men in America who happens to have a great fancy for books, who knows the men who make and illustrate them, and who doesn't patronize them, but respecting and honoring their ability is delighted tobeof them and among them. Madame X. gave a sigh, thought what a card he would have been at her next tea, and remembered him racing out into the kitchen to get a clean plate and apologizing to Nanette because she didn't give him bread enough. "Who were the rest?" she asked. She heard the name of the man wnose stories had brought great happiness to her of another whose poetry was real of a famous caricaturist, and of two or three well-known writers. Then she asked: "Who is the Anarchist?" Aud her husband told her, with a smile, that the Anarchist was the editor of one of the most eonservative papers in New York.

THE ISLAND IN THE SEA OF DOUBT. And she wondered and inquired: "Is this Bohemia?" And her husband answered: "As near as you will get to it in New York. And yet that country will be invaded and given over to the Phillistines if it is ever written up under its own name, or if the tired, silly set go down there to look at the people with brains as they do at the monkeys. "Oh," exclaimed little Madame X., "I do wish one of those clever men would write something about me!"

Her husband said: "Don't be afraid, my darling, that joy will never come to you. Those men have sense, and the only time any of t,bem has ever written about what occurred during the dinner hour, he wrote a superb sonnet to Caterina—that is, the cook. And in doing this', he showed his keen appreciation of the finest art in the world. And when the ode was published, as it was, only the initiated knew who the Caterina was who was addressed in such a fervid and impassioned manner."

And Madame X. added thoughtfully, "I don't feel that fasting is such a degradation."

And X. said: "Fasting? One is feasting at Caterina's." "Yes, that's true,"she answered, "and the befet way to show that we appreciate it is "Yes, I know," he added, "to go again."

Now, if you attempt to go to Cateri na'sby this letter, you will never find your way, for though the description of it is correct, Bohemia is, after all, an Island—an Island in the Sea of Donbt, and you may be certain that a correct chart of navigation to it has not been given to tbe outside world by BAB.

The Vigo County Farmers' Institute will be held at the Court House next Thursday and Friday, February loth and 16th. A very interesting programme has been prepared, and a number of prominent speakers will discuss topics of general interest to the farmers and the public generally. Among these are Hon. James A. Mount, of Shannondale, Jas. Riley, Thorntown, J. Q. A. Sieg, Cory don, T. E. Kelsey, Morocco, and W. C. Isbell, of this city. The addresses will be followed by a general discussion of the topic, and a most interesting meeting may be expected.

LICENSED TO WED.

Ofaaa. W. Lock man and Kmm« L. Carr. Fred L. lioberts and Mary Kelly. Joseph Wood and Rachel Sherley. Jas. B. Mullikin and Elizabeth Biggins. Chas. C. Coulter and Laura B. Kerlln. Andrew J. Hlnes and Nancy Ann Car tls. William Vant and Lnrena E. Ward.

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PEOPLE AND THINGS.

A Maine barber throws in a violin solo with every shave. An exchange says that a man with a big bank account can walk bow-legged if he likes.

A Shelbyville youngster when asked what a screw was said: "It's a nail with ruflle8on it."

In Schuyler, Neb., lives a recent widower who didn't close his storo during his wife's funeral, not wishing to lose trade.

The water torture is in use in some penitentiaries. It consists in confining the prisoner in a closet too small for him to stir. While he stands water, one drop at a time, is allowed to fall from a faucet on his head. It is said that few persons can endure this punishment for more than an hour.

According to the Social Register of New York 176 families of that metropolis have gone to Europe beoause of "the financial disturbances of the past year." An explanation is made that "it is possible to live at less expense in Europe than here—or at least to do so without attracting attention."

Elizabeth Knnneich was boin without arms, and has earned a rich income since earljr youth by performances with her feet. She can do any and everything with her feet, and her toes are as good as fingers. She was married the other day at Verviers, in France, to au Austrian impressario. She signed the marriage contract with a pen held in her foot, and in church the priest put the ring on the fourth toe of her left foot.

Five years ago the four sons of a Waterbury, Conn., farmer were married, all in the same month. When the quadruple wedding festivities were over the old gentleman announced that a check for $5,000 would accompany his letter of congratulation on the birth of the first boy. At the present time the eldest son has four daughters, the second son is childless, the third has three daughters and the fourth two. This Waterbury Napoleon has now raised the bounty to $10,000 for a boy.

In the northern part of Limestone county, Alabama, is a tract of land consisting of more thau 1,000 acres which is not on the map of the state, nor can^ it be found in the register's office of that county. No one claims it and no taxes have ever been paid on it. It is a vast wilderness, inhabited by snakes, deer and razor-back hogs. It is a free hunting ground, and thousands of these hogs are killed every year, more for the sport than anything else. The hogs are wild and cannot be domesticated. Their yield is said to be enormous.

The expert judgement is that there are more rapid talkers in the present' House than have been assembled together within the memory of the men who do the reporting Some talk during a set speech over two hundred words a minute, and the eagerness to say as much as possible within the short time allowed each speaker under the tiveminute rule limbers up the tongues remarkably. A very large proportion of the speakers can get off a thousand words in five minutes, and several go beyond that. It has got to be a superstition among the stenographers that a tariff bill calls for the death of a stenographer. The overstrain of the dekate on the Mills bill killed Edwards, the official stenographer of the House. McElbone, tbe veteran, died of nervous prostration toward the close of the fight over the MoKlnley bill, and now White, one of the best men in the corps, is down with nervous prostration as a result of overwork on the Wilson debate.

SNAP SHOTS.

The hit of many a man's life has been a mistake. The man who gambles on the green is a great sheep.

There is nothing more cowardly than a malicious hint. The best backing any man ever had is his own backbone.

The young wag wears his quotation marks on his upper lip. Confidence is like a flower. It is of slow growth and easily blighted. "Give me neither poverty nor riches, but if I must haye one of them give me riches."

Man may be the stately marshal of the day, but tbe tomcat is grand marshal of the night.

The most awkward thing in use is the average covered buggy. To get in or out of it one needs a serpentine spine.

Some people are too kind to tell the truth. If you ask one of them to lend you fl be will declare he hasn't a cent.

Do not rail against personal pride. A man who is as proud as Lucifer never becomes a drunken vagabond or stays so.

Some men who are only four feet 11 inches high in tbe eyes of the world are 11 feet 4 inches high in theirown estimation.

The more you give the more you are called on to give. Why not? What's the use in having a reputation for liberality unless you can maintain it—and others?

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