Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 26, Number 37, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 7 March 1896 — Page 6

SONG OF THE REEL.

Around, around, with a joyous sound, The reel whirls crazilee— ~$v4: Holding tho trout at tho end

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Singing its song with noto so fine, Now with a whistle, now with along whe-e-e. Now with aloud shriek of triumph to me, Holding the fish as it darts away, sptmpm* Gurgling and laughing at every play—

Still singing for Joy in its piercing key-r Whirla the reel crazilee. Around, around, with a joyous sound,

The reel whirls merrilee— »0i Patiently, ceaselessly, following each sign,"1 Now reeling, now losing, a length of the line,

Now with a whistle, now with a long whe-e-e, Now with a low hum of triumph to me— •As I reel the trout in, which In Tain dashed away, Then, laughing for Joy at success of my play,

And ending its grand song In soberer key, Whirls the reel merrilee. —Sports Afield.

COPPERHEAD BILL.

"That reminds me," remarked Alkali (ke in a reminiscent way, "of the case of Copperhead J3.ll, which engaged oar attention foir a spell last summer. Tell you all •boat It. The day upon which this yere Copperhead Elll attains prominence tho •tage from Booket City Is considerable late, an me an several other influential oltizens Is congregated on the porch of the Cosmopolitan hotel prognosticate on the pleasant possibility of somethln happenin to break the monotony whioh has been hoverin over Hawville for nearly half a moon. Anything that stirs us up Is plenty weloomo, for things has been at a standstill ever sinoe the night the Rev. Jack Jonks' pound party, when the south wall of the parsonage gits pushed out. K'hi! Dower toll you about that? You see, it"— "Pardon mo," interrupted the tourist politely, "but I should prefer to hear •bout Copperhead Bill if you please." "Shore! Waal, as I was a-sayin, the lateness of the stage made us sorter hopeful. Old Whoop Sladdook was drivin them days, an of all the things that Old Whoop was hostile to the chief was procrastination. I've seen him oome in with a hind wheel off an the axle blttin only the high places, throwln turf 40 feet high every time it struck, with tourists' heads projectin from every winder an their eyes bulgin out till you oould have flicked 'em off with a feather duster, the six mules layin right out straight an Old Whoop himself stanuin up an pourln the leather to 'em with both ban's an swearin in English an three different Indian dialects simply bercuz the outfit was 22 minutes behind •ohedule time. Them tourists didn't breathe regular for a week. "Waal, by the time the stage la two hours late quite a tribe of us is millin around on the hotel poroh joweyin oyer the probable causo of the delay, with the majority warmly In favor of the theory that nuthin short of a Jiold up is big enough ts set Old Whoop back that far. Bimeby, Jest as we are flggorin on ridin out to meet film, yere oonies somethln over the browoi the rise a mile away whur Whoop alwers begins to string tho mules out proper for oomin into the settlement on two wheels. A yell of rollof goes up an then falls down into a growl of disappointment. 'Huh! That hain't Whoop,' says Gusaok plenty positive. 'Them mules is wolkin.'

It shore is Whoop,' says Grizzly Johnson, who bus the best eyes in the settlement. 'That's him hoofln it beside the hearse. Thar ain't nobody on the box.'

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Mebby ho has had a holdup an has downod tho whole gang an Is bringln 'em along In the ooaoh,' says Tarantula Jim. 'You don't reokon ho's whirled in an got married, an now has the blurshin bride penned up in the ooaoh F' says Three Fingered Babcock, a beep solemn. 'Perhaps it is an eastern oapitalist instead of a bride,' suggested tho editor of The Clarion. 'Waal, whatever is the bone of contention,' says Grizzly sagely, 'us people will do mighty well to linger yere an wait for him to open up. Old Whoop is powerful hostile when his private affairs is tampered with.' "Tho coaoh crawled up to the hotel, an we t'rowed up our hands in astonishment when the old reprobate openod the door, an with a soothin, 'Yere we are, gran'maw!' koorfully lifted out a poor, broken down old woman an carried her in his arms up the steps. 'Is ho bore?' she piped in a voice. 'Is my Willlo here?' 'No I don't reokon he's yere jest now, gran'maw,' answered Whoop, as gentle as if talkin to a slok baby, 'but as soon as we

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it you beddod down oomfortable we'll him up.' "The landlady came bustlln out, an they all went up stairs. When Old Whoop oomes down agin, he looks somehow like a wolf accruer. The rest of us don't cay nuthin.

About six of you coyotes tear out an hunt up Doo Blade,' says he. ter whur he is at nor who he's attdiiulri— fetch blm if you have to pack him by the four corners, QitP "Thoy got. 'That thar old lady,' says Whoop to tho vest of lis, like repeatin a lesson, 'is bad slok. She's wrong in her head an is broke. She works bor way out yere from the States somowhurs lookin for a son who vamousos years ago. Thinks he is yere in the territory an goes from one settlement to another searchln for her Willie. She hain't found him yet I don't reckon •he'll ever make search no further than Hawville. She's broke an helpless, mebby dyin, and if ary gent yere don't like my way of doln I'd like to have him make his objections right now!' "We all liked it. About now up oomes Dr. Slade, hustled along by three, four follers an growlln that ho'd been snatehed away In the midst of settln a broken leg. 'I don't reckon the leg man will spile before you git book/says Whoop. 'Goon up stairs an look that thar old lady over. Give her the beet you've got in your medicine bags an tally it to mc.' "Bimeby the doctor makes his report. Tha old lady is in a bad way, due to age an the yean of bard aleddln she's been through. Mebby sho'11 live several days, xnebby not. It's only the hope of eeein her boy agin that bas kept her alive this long. .« that can be done is to make the poor old soul aa oomfortable as possible,' asff* the doctor. 'Lot her cherish as long as she oan the hope of seein her boy main She 1® lyin there now, poor old Joui, babblln tontodly that her Willlls will soon b©hcr-} an—aura! hawk I Tta cot to go an that fool's leg.* 'She w&ot« her boy,' began somebody 'An. by the ro&rln thunder, she shall have blm,* broke to Old Whoop. ••Thar Is powwow in which everybody makes

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Stein eon vamoow^om bomeeomeseTTeam before, when be Is about 5L the old lady say* sonu thin about his

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hi* hair an gives other symptoms by which she aims to recognize him. 'Her eyes is mighty dim, an I ddh't reckon it will bo any great trouble to fool her,® says Whoop. "Who'll try it—you, Tarantula?' 'Not me,' says Tarantula Jim, plenty positive. 'An I reckon I voice the sentiments of all present when I announce that no gent in the settlement is little enough to work no secb a confounded fraud on a poor old dyin woman. I admire your zeal, Whoop, but dang your judgment. Count me out. Try that cuss, Copperhead Bill.' "Right thar Copperhead Bill is unanimously electod. Nacberal enough, he is plenty obstinate when we swoop down an invite him to come with us, spechully as be makes up his mind that he is about to be lynched for some of his numerous deviltry. This yere Copperhead Bill is the orneriest, low downest man in the settlement. He is a sot an a thief an then some, an it is a clean waste to set a good dog on him, he's that far down in the social scale. "Thar hain't no time for oratin, an he goes along with us after Whoop bends a six shooter over his bead, but It is a runnln fight all the way. First off we purseeds to Curly Prinks' tonsorial parlor an planks him down In the chair. 'Trim up this yere worm as quick as you know how,' says Whoop, 'an no oon-1 versation throwed in. We'll hold while you skin.' "Accordin Curly falls upon his prey an makes fur fly shameful. & "'Hold on! Hold on!' howls Copperhead. 'Jest take me out an lynoh me all you want to an be done with it.' 'Shut up!' roars Whoop. 'You hain't in this.' "This yere barber is like all others—he has to ask questions or p'intedly bust. He's sage enough not to try it on Old Whcop, an so he turns on his prey. 'How'd you come by this yere scar on your forrid says he. "We was shore settln In big luck, for thar was a soar on Copperhead's frontispiece that would do for our purpose. Waal, to muke a short story long, as the feller says, when Curly has cut off about as much as he bas left on, away we dashes to Cheap John's emporium, an Copperhead is in a new suit of clothes before be knows whur he is at. Then we raids off to the hotel, Copperhead buck in an pitobin all the way. 'Now, Copperhead,' says Old Whoop, wlndin up the final powwow, durln whioh the whole game is laid out to the captive, 'I've told that thar poor old oritter that we'd find her son—you're him, for the time beln. She hoped that he'd turn out to be a good man. I told her be wasn't nuthin else. Two miles out from Rooket City, accordin to me, he Is a respeotablo oltizen three miles out he Is well known four miles out he Is prominent an Influential. After that be gits to be upright an pious in regular succession, like olimbln a ladder, an before we crawls Into Hawville he's a deacon in the church an takin up collections regular. If the trail had been five miles longer, I reokon he'd have been a presldln elder. You've got to live up to this yere oattygory while that thar poor old oritter stays with us—it won't belong. After that you can go baok an waller In the slough of sin an lnniokerty as muoh as you buroussed please. If you hold up your end all right, you retain them clothes an git unlimited licker. If you don't'— 'Aw, I'd rather belynohedl'says Copperhead doggedly. 'We won't dignify you with a lynohin. We'll stake you out by the oorners an build a fire on youP "When Copperhead goes up stairs, none of ns foller. It hain't our put In. Bimeby the landlady oomes down. Thar are some tears in her eyes. What she says Is brief: 'He is down on his knees, sayin a little boy's ''Now I lay me." Her hand is on his head. She found the scar on his forrid right away. She told him Alloe died forgivln him, un— an then he broke down. They—I—when he got to prayin, I—I oame away.' "Thar hain't muoh more to tell. That ornery ouss, Copperhead Bill, behaved elegant all the way through. The poor old woman died in his arms next day, happy as a child. He attended the funeral, sober an solemn. When it was all over, thar was another powwow. 'Wall, Copporhead,' says Old Whoop ooxdially, 'you done us all proud I Yere Is a little pot of money that the boys flung in for you, an thar is an order down at tho Dew Drop inn for unlimited lioker. You hain't as ornery as we flggered—not by considerable I' 'Yes, I am,' says Copperhead Bill, down in his throat. That—that was my mother!' "An then he turned an went away, still sober an without touohin the money. Nobody ohased him nobody held him baok. Nuthin more is ever heard of him. He goes plumb off from the map.' '—Tom P. Morgan in Now York Herald.

Self Government.

Once when Daniel Webster was addressing a polltioal meeting in Faneuil hall the standing multitude within the hall, prossed by those who were endeavoring t? enter from without, began to sway to and fro, a solid mass of human bodies, as helpless to oounteraot the movement as If Faneuil hall were being rocked by an earthquake. The orator was in the midst of a stirring appeal, urging the neoessity of Individual exertion and unflinching patriotism to avert tho dangers that threatened the political party whose principles he espoused when he percelvod the terrible swaying of the paoked assembly and the imminent danger that might ensue. Webster stopped short in the middle of a sentence, advanced to the edge of the platform, extended his arm in an authoritative attitude and in a stentorian voice of command cried out, "Let eaoh man stand firm!" The effect was Instantaneous. Each man stood firm. The great heaving mass of humanity regained Its equilibrium, and, save the long broath of relief that filled the air, perfect stillness ensued. "That," exclaimed tho great orator, "is what we call self government."—San Franolsoo Argonaut.

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Judge—Prisoner at the bar, have you anything to say for yourself? Prisoner—Yes, m'lud. I admits I'm a vagabond and a thief, but yer oughter be worry thankful I'm here and let me off lightly.

Judge—How do you make that out? Prisoner—Wei!, suppose we blokes went on a strike and turned honest, what would yer ludship and sich as you do for a livin?

Judge (severely)—Um! Five years* penal servitude.—London Tit-Bits.

The A tort fly.

The oommoD house fly is said to be provided with 16,000 eyes—that is to say. his two compound eyes have each 8*000 facets. By this slngu lar arrangement he is enabled to see In'every direction and to elude with skill and soooess the many dangers threaten his daily existanea.

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A Woman Astronomer.

Hetty Green's New Gown

Hetty Green, who has ever been critioised for her "sloppy weather" appearanoe, has blossomed out into a spick and span new woman. She appeared in oourt the other day clad in the latest out of flowing skirt, and otherwise decked in up to date attire. The reporters state distinctly that Mrs. Green's new departure in the matter of dress has taken 20 years from her apparent age. This is indeed a change that Should be far more grateful to the soul of the ordinary wonian than any possible addition of greater wealth to great wealth. —New York Cor. Pittsburg Dispatch.

lady Obnrohlll on Skates.

The last we heard of Lady Randolph Churchill, says a New York exchange, she was winning universal admiration because of her fine cycling. Now word reaches this side of the Atlantic that she is the object of keenest admiration when on skates. It appears that her ladyship learned the art of perfect grace on the ice while in Canada, and that she not sinoe lost so much as one jot. At th rink in London recently she was seen i: company with the champion skater the world, and even under such circum ttances her grace and art won uni plaudits.

Lady Aberdeen.

Laiy Aberdeen is a constant attendant on the sessions of the parliament in Ottawa. She occupies a place beside the speaker in the bouse of commons. Dressed in purple velvet, she is a familiar figure there. But though greatly interested in the debates, as she must be, "ber excellency," as she is styled, while intensely listening, is as unimpressionable and unencouraging a listener as can well be imagined. She site without any change of countenance, no matter what the subject discussed or how fervid the oratory.

A* Old Hew*p»per Womaw. Miss Frances Power Oobbe, who teoently celebrated her seventy-third birthday, was the first woman to do regular office work on the editorial staff of a London daily. Whoa The Echo was first started, Miss Cobbe attended etety other day to write leaders and notes, generally on social subjects. She was known aa an author long before die was a journalist.

TERRE HAUTE SATURDATIEVENING- MAIL, MARCH 7, 1896.

yiaa Mazy Proctor delivered her one hundredth lecture on astronomy recently in Cooper Union, fronj the same platform on whioh her distinguished father •poke years ago on the same branch of science. Miss Proctor's success is very pleasing to those who gave her enoouragement at the outset of her career. It was Mr. George W. Chi Ids who started XTicti Proctor on the road to success, just aa he started scores of others. Her experience ought to be a lesson and inspiration to others of her sex who have the talent and the ambition to strike out for themselves in anew field of endeavor. I remember Miss Proctor's first lectutfe distinctly. She considered it a dismal failure and she was almost discouraged and ready to give up, but a few word! of cheer from Mr. Childs and others gave her new heart. She tried again, gained confidence in herself and is nowfe alone among women in her chosen field —New York Letter.

Julia Ward Howe.

Julia Ward Howe is of Huguenot aj oestry. She early showed her liter* trend, publishing her first volumei poems, which followed somewhat exd sive foreign tiravel, in 1852. She is 1^ known by her "Battle Hymn of Fy dom," written in Washington in fall of 1861. In 1867, with her band, she visited Greece, where won the gratitude of the Greeks their aid in the struggle for nation independence. In 1868 she joined woman suffrage movement, and by pe and voice has been influential in th cause, as well as those of prison refor national and international arbitrate She has served as president of the sociation For the Advancement of Woi^an for several years, and her life is still one round of ceaseless activity. Mrs. Howe is the most representative pioneer in the department of American literature as connected with woman's progress.

Women Who Wear AignM

The aigret, so much affeoted by women in head decorations at the present time, is made, of the slender, decomposed dorsal feathers of the small white aigret, or heron. These feathers form the bird's nuptial ornament, being acquired at the pairing time and shed when the breeding is over. The bird inhabits heronries, and it is in the breeding season that they qre sought for by the feather hunters. It is then, too, that their anfi iety for the Bafety of their young makes them fearless of the gunners, the instinct of self preservation being overmastered by the love of their offspring. As they hover in a white cloud over the heads of the hunters they are shot down without trouble, and when the few ornamental feathers have been pluoked from each bird the caroasses are thrown down in a heap to fester in the sun, and the fledgelings are left to starve in the nests! —Westminster Gazette.

Hme. Marie Cornelia*

Mme. Marie Cornelius, a well known painter of flowers and still life, has lately been the recipient of several distinguished honors. The lfrench goveflfim£nt has bought one of her pictures for one of the national museums, and hab awarded her the purple of the Academical Palmes. Mme. Cornelius painted the exquisite fan whioh was Mme. Adam's offering to the Russian bazaar, lately held in the imperial palace at St. Petersburg, and whioh was purchased by the empress herself. Mme. Cornelius is an Alsatian by birth, but having left her country when it fell under German power, has now established herself in Paris, at 168 Rue St. Jacques, Where in her studio she displays a oolleotion of oil painted flowers whioh make her rank as a successful rival to Madeleine Lemaire. ., x.

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A tfittle Table In Wbich May Be Found a Valuable IMHO.

The fall of the year was well aigfe ita olose. Each fitful gust brought in its van flocks of belated songsters, sweeping onward toward their winter haunts in the south.

There is one bird, however, that lingers long among the marshes of the north. It is the "reedy," as he is called by the boys. One naming two reedies left their feeding ground and directed their course as if in quest of a more tempting one farther inland. You might have fanoied from the larger one's cautions, leisurely flight that he was the wiser and more temperate, and that the other was heedless and extravagant.

Soon they arrived at a pleasant valley. Winding its way through the low lying ineadows, which already seemed to wither as if in dread of the coming t, there flowed a sluggish stream, birds regaled themselves for a time the dainties that the beds of swamp scattered at intervals along the had to afford them. ||u

The one of the calm dis]x£ition" beivecl at his meal as if he were not holly taken up with the demands of a ravenc-as craw. The other, however, was different, and so absorbed was he fai eating that he did not hear the shrill "tweet, tweet," of his companion.

The note was uttered as in alarm at some unwelcome news that the wind brought him. Flakes of snow fell down gently on the ground, and still the feathered gormand worked away with his bill. The snow increased the wind swayed the banks of tall grass in the marsh until they fairly groaned beneath the blasts.

Then the thoughtless bird, awakened to a sense of his danger, tried in vain to fly. A victim to his greed, he was frozen by the cold, and found a swampy grave.

His brother, the philosopher, roosted that night under the eave of a southern manor house, lamenting in his reveries the fate of his greedy companion.

So from this fable learn the lesson of ever heeding the voioe of discretion. —Philadelphia Times.

ISJc 'J A Spanish Boy Edlto*. There lives in New York a lad of 15 who holds some very decided opinions upon the right of Cuba to be a free oountry. This is an important question just now, and it will probably not be settled for some time to come. The yonng man previously mentioned has settled the matter to his own satisfao-

BENQB ABTPBO BALDASANO, JB.

tlon, and what he says on the subject is interesting, even if you do not agree with his views, as many persons will not, as he is decidedly favorable to the side of Spain. The young philosopher is genor Arturo Baldasano, Jr., and he is the eldest son of General A. Baldasano, the Spanish oonsul in New York. Young Baldasano, together with the other young folks of his family, issues a weekly newspaper called El Mundo, whioh is circulated throughout the Spanish oolony of this city.—New York Recorder.

Girl* Oat of School.

I^hose girls who are just leaving fobool will for awhile rejoice in their freedom, though it is to be'hoped that there are some among you who will feel just a tinge of regret at saying good by to the familiar round of duties. Tne ambitious, who are preparing for college or a profession, will be busy and, therefore, happy and contented, but the others, those who have nothing definite in mind, will do well to consider the advice of a celebrated physician who says: "Get a hobby. If you cannot find pleasure in geology, natural history, astronomy, collect old china, make scrapbooks or albums. You need some such interest in order to keep you in health." Reading is not enough, household work, unless yon set out to do some one thing aim constantly to accomplish it, ill not satisfy. Society success will lease you least of all, you thoughtful

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Charity, if weU directed, by those, ho know its pitfalls, is admirable, but iris just out of school cannot undertake ihilanthropy on their own account with any hope of being of much use to the community.—Brooklyn Eagle.

l£stell«*8 A*fcronomy. m£i Our little Estelle Was perplexed when she found That this wonderful world

That we live on ia rooud. Bow 'tis held in ite place In its orbit eo true Was a puzale to her.

With no answer to view.

"It must be," said BsteUe, "Like a ban to the air That is hung by a string. 'Bat the string isn't there." —Delia Hart Stone to St. Niobolaa.

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Motto.

A boy walked into a merchant'* office the other day in search of a situation. After being pat through a catechism by the merchant, be was asked, "Well, my kd, and what is your motto?" "Same as yours, sir," he replied "same as yon bare on ycur door, •Posh.'"

He was engaged.—-Pearson's Weekly.

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