Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 28, Number 43, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 23 April 1898 — Page 1

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VOL. 28—IN

ON THE QUI ^VE.

The Republicans nominated what is looked upon as a very strong city ticket last Saturday night. James B. Harris was named as the candidate for mayor, Frank Borgstrom for city treasurer and Will K. If Hamilton as city clerk, the latter without opposition. Mr. Harris has been a resident of this city for'.many years, is a most estimablegentleman, a successful business man, and is held in the highest esteem by a large circle of warm personal friends.

He was a soldier in the late rebellion, once served the people of the old Fifth ward as a councilman and while always a warm Republican^has kept fr from any factional alliances. FranJ Borgstrom, the candidate for treasurer, is assistant cashier of the Vigo National {?ank, and one of the best known and most popular young Republicans in the city. He made a clean, honorable campaign for the nomination and will receive, the full support of his party in the contest'for election. The Democrats are turning everything to compass the election of Pat Walsh to the office of treasurer, and the race between these men promises to be exciting. Will Hamilton, who had no oppositiorAfor the nomination for clerk, has been charge _^of«the clerk's office for the past years, jSWtnd his conduct of it demonstrates- his peculiar fitness for the position, which is one of the most important in the county.

The Gazette, which for about fifty weeks in the year calls everybody—Democrats and Republicans alike,—good fellows,—is now devoting the other two weeks, to making an uncalled for fight on the Repubjican candidate for clerk, but it is not likely to (i do anything but result in his favor. There is a faint suspicion in som$ quarters that the Gazette editor at heart would lite to see Hamilton elected, and is makmg a campaign of insinuations against him in the hope that it will make him Votes.

Such campaigns when directed atJHfns.t as capable man as in this case, invariably result to his advantage.

The report was started this weak that W. R. MoKeen would again be a candidate for United States senator if the legislature elected this year should be Republican. There is probably nothing itf the storf, and it should not be given much credence, especially as it was started by the Iadianapolis Sentinel. Mr. McKeen has persistently said since the last senatorial campaign that he would not be a candidate again under any circumstances. The withdrawal of General Wallace has brought W. T. Durbln to tfr1", fftrffliftmMinitt ie meeting of the Grand Commandery, Knights Templar, atLogansport this week the presiding ofTlcer, in announcing the list of his copimlttees for the ensuing year, gave a list of'past eminent coio^nnders, and wheu he reached *h"

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it as follows: "The m..« senator from Indlanafc^Wlnfleld T. Durbln." The anuounJi|jN(tfwas received with considerable applh |||sl)urbln had expected to become a caift. state treasurer this year, but has* ^Xabnndoned that Idea for the alluiv \ot a senatorial toga. 'Knowing ones claint^that no matter whether Congressman Faris Is re-elected this fall, or not—and the chances are very strongly in favor of his re-election—Vigo county will have two candidates for the congressional nomination In 1900. These will be S. M. Reynolds** whose name was presented by an outside county at the last convention, and Robert H. Catlln. who made a great reputation for himself in^the campaign in this district two These rumors, which are unc inakelt certaiu that if true there will be a ruction in the dominant faction of the party.

It is said that Russell B. Harrison, of the street car company, is expecting a commission as paymaster in the regular army as a result of the present war excitement. His father when president appointed 'Lige Halford, his private secretary, to the position of paymaster in the regular army, with the rank of major, taking him from civil life. Mr. Harrison uow holds the position of paymaster general of the Indiana National Guard, with the rank of lieutenant, cdlouel. Another well-known Terre Hantean who may profit by the present war is George M. Allen, who resigned his position as paymaster in the navy to engage in the newspaper business early iu the 80's. The rapid increase in the sise of tltts#?? United States navy necessitates a correspond inn increase (u the number of officers in each depart ment, and It is quite likely that Mr. Allen may be called into Uncle Sam's service again.

The war spirit is rife in Terre Haute, Kud it would need but a little excitement, like that of a reverse at the hands of Spain, to have the whole city cra*y. The crowds at the union station this week to witness the passage through of the regulars on their way to the front demonstrates that patriotism is not dead, and that it would be no trouble to raise an entire regiment in this city. The militia company, B, of the national guard, has recruited without trouble until its quota is full. Col. Kbel is organising an independent battalion with nearly two hundred members, Marion Cauthorn is organising a company of colored volunteers, Edward Gilbert is organising a company from the old Light Guards, and the minute there is second call for volunteers the whole town will be alive with military companies. Co. B. is expecting a call from the Governor at any moment, and will be in Indianapolis ready for dnty within ten hours after the call is received. It ifce first time practically

that the* younger generation has had a chance to show its patriotism and it is going to be demonstrated with a vim that will convince the veterans of former war that the lessons of those days have not been lost.

Donn Roberts, who, as chairman of the Democratic city committee, issued the call for the Democratic primaries, inviting all opposed to the "present conduct" of the city government to take part, will have still further cause to oppose the present city government as a result of action taken this week. l[e was first compelled to pay his laborers a dollar and a half a day, instead of a dollar and a.qriarter as he had expected, to do, and this week the committee on streets and alleys, together wjfr'. the Committee on sewers and wharves, compelled him to buy the brick to be used in carrying out his contract of Terre Haute manufacturers. The contractor's father, who is an officer of the Indiana Construction Co., which has the sewer contract, was chairman of the Democratic city, convention, and he took occasion to censure the present city government. No doubt they will both feel more inclined than ever to find fault with the present methods.

MODERN PHILOSOPHY."

You can't tell by a man's size how much her can drink. Every man expects you to like his dog as well as he does.

No brand of tobacco is so poor that somebody does not use it. On real cold mornings every joker talks about going to Klondike. '*f

The one who smokes a real strong pipe is not the One who suffers. It ta|p8 a mighty p^erons man to speak well of a competitor

A loose sleeve lining is n»t so disagreeable, when you get used to it. Three-fourths of the people are gullible, if the right man comes aldhg.

Ninety-nine out of evtar one hundred encyclopedias are no account. Some men's only boast of distinction is that they never wore an overcoat.

One is apt to judge people somewhat by the kind of baby carriage they use. We \bonder how It comes that "a hole in the wall" never needs any advertising."

Half the presents we give are merely given to see what the recipients will say. It is just as important that

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when to keep stilLas when to ask ques-

One often wonders how so much good music can be so unmercifully butchered at times.

Everybody feels free to advise a spgj thrift to save his money, and it nevei ai^ good.

There area good many people with,revolutionary blood who have no other recommendation.

Some men are so busy criticizing the preachers that they can't do any good themselves.

If we had the perseyrence of an encycclopedia agent wo would go to Knondike and dig for gold.

A loafer not only injures himself by his indolence, but everybody with whom he comes in contact. a

Wfe never could understand why our wood dealer always sells us wet wood In the coldest weather.

A professional In any line has great contempt for anybody who doesn't know uch about his specialty as he does seTf.

Sonje people join church seemingly for the sole purpose of taking their names off the church record if everything doesn't go to suit them.

W^%n a girl accidentally exposes her engagijnent£ing she might as well acknowledge that Tl was intentional, for everybody thinks ft was done on purpose.

It takes .considerate self-control to keep still when somebody is telling a story or -singing a song we hAve already heard and which is new to our neighborhood

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The case of Alex. Owens, indicted for the murder of Alex. Lawrence, assistant to Superintendent Bain, of the city cemeteries, has been venued to Clay county, and set down for trial before Judge McGregor of that circuit. It is claimed by the prosecution that this move is simply to secure a continuance of the case in order that the feeling developed may have a chance to die out. ,, ,s

tip to date Anton Meyer has made the largest return of personal poperty fcr the current year turned in to Township Assessor Otto O. Cait. He gives his personal property in at $17,790, which is a remarkably large return for Terre Haute where there are many men, however, of making snch returns. tps^e

Mnf Eugenie Debs Selby, sister of Kuge&e Y. Debs of the Social Democracy, has joined the movement. She Is the first woman to become indentified with the organisation in this city. Mrs. Selby joined the Democracy at the meeting held at C. L. U. Hall Sunday.

Ucenaed to Wed.

Hiram R. Frakes and Violet L. Rosel^X Robt. II. Smith and Anna Bivftas. Chxak Weese and Ma#jrte Valentine. Wm. BL Price and Charlotte M. Parksj|i| A«|. F. StoU and Katie Zimmerman. Cbu. S. Logan and Ora May Johnson. EU}ah II. Rfdlnxer «u»d Elizabeth Kraener. John Brooks ana Katie Hoberstock. Hobert L. Brtseo. Jr. and Lain Woodery. Edwin Anlt and Delia 6. Saanels. John T. Perry sad Carrie Wallace. tbtrt &. Gott and Jo*I*

IN HAVANA.

TrtE CRAVES OF THE VICTIMS OF THE 'Vs MAINE.

A Description of the Cemetery Where the Heroes Lie at Heat—They Laclc the Care and AttentldflkThey D?-

Special Correspondence of The Mail. Washington, Apbil, 19.—The last thing I did before leaving Habana was to go out to the Cementario de Cristoval Colon, to photograph the graves of our men of the "Maine," for the sake of tlieir friends at home, ft was a faultless summer morning, cooled and sweetened

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trade winds wafting the odor of flowemon' their wings—sueh weather as would mfke a paradise of Cuba without these dreadl^J conditions of war. The "cementario" lies about three miles from the heart of the city. You ipay go by horse-car as far as the suburb Jesus del Monte, and thenc® to the gate of the enclosure in a ten-cent-bus 'or you may take a carriage at the rate of $1.50 the hour. Habana's 8.000 or more public carriages carry you from point to point anywhere within the city limits for 20. cents, eack way but they make up for that cheapness by charging five times as much if they cross the line of demarkation ^nto the suburbs by somuch as a quarter of a mile. The student of human nature gets a good deal more out of the trip in the democratic horse-car but as time was an object on out last day in Cuba we chose the quicker transit of the carriage. The drive is a beautiful one —past city parks and plazas, a bloom with roses the great markethouse, with its facing of "portales," Or covered arches—under each arch a regular curio-store of a shop through interminable narrow streets, built closely up low, fiat-roofed buildings, painted sitblue, purple, rose-pink, pea-green, all with iron barred windows. The retail traders placard their infinitessimal stocks with high-sounding titles,—such as the shoe-shop of "La Riena de.las Flores," ("The Queen of the Flowers"), the grocery of the "Lovers of Venus", the clothes cleaner of His Gracious Majesty, Alphonso VII etc. Habana has been correctly described as a city of smells and noises. It is a relief when the everlasting racket of the cobble stones Is exchanged for the smooth roll of wheels over a macadamized road, though the latter is deep in dust and white, as snow in a glaring sunshine. Down the

frequent intervals—old marble figures, quaint and weather-stained. Dusty trees line the way beneath them, on either side, little stream purles along a pebbly ditch the fields are hedged with organ tus, its "pipes" covered with stinging pines, growing close together, higher than a man's head, forming a barrier through which no living thing can pass. The governor-general's country place is close to the city-limits on the cemetery road. It is a magnificent estate, with towering palms, a wilderness of flowers and extensive park in which the choicest vegetation of the tropics flourish to perfection. The mansion—large, white-painted and surrounded by latticed verandas—remains closed in these troublous times but formerly the rulers of Cuba spent most of the year here and gavl? frequent receptions*1 which were attended by the flower of Hiibina's society. It is said that the ornate iron paling which surrounds these grounds was stolen from the muncipality by a former governor-general. It enclosed the central plaza, with its score of-entrances, and the good people were very proud. of it. But his excellency •aeeded a new fence for his country place and preferred to economize the money in the treasury for other private uses. So one night after dark the transfer was made by a company of soldiers, and next morning the astonished citizens could hardly believe their eyes at sight of the denuded park.

Adjoining this place is the botanical garden, witn a wonderful avenue of royal palms, second only to that of Rio de Janeiro, in Brazil. A little farther on is the quinta (garden) of the Business Men's club —a one-story, rambling, red-tiled buildsurrounded by shrubbery. Members of this club, who keep up their dues of a dollar a month, can go out to this place at any time for a few days rest and recuperation, or for nursing when actually ill. Another interesting institution on this road is the retreat of a Catholic sisterhood, corresponding to the order known in the United States of the Little Sisters of the Poor. The valuable estate, with its fine old mansion set far back from the highway behind green fields and royal palms, was bequeathed the order many years ago by a wealthy Cnban lady, and the little sisters, now very aged women, are "jogging toward sunset" in peaceful retirement.

Rustic Uendas are scattered along the way, through whose open doors white draped tables are seen and the clinking of glasses indicate that the refreshment Is mostly in liquid form. Donkeys are constantly met—sometimes singly, sometimes tandem, half a dozen in line, hauling a heavy load—always wonderfully caparisoned with jingling beHs and scarlet tassels, and huge rolls of white wool (Hi top the shoulders, and harness thickly studded with brass naUs. Ox teams are fraqdent, long trains of them, yoked two abreast, their poor heads bowed almost to the earth by the load of wood upon the heads, held in place by a cruel rope drawn through the nostrils, tt makes one's heart ache to witness the treatment of animals In Cuba—and nothing seems to fare worse

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TEREE HAUTE, END., SATUBDAY EVENING, APKIL 23, 1898. TWENTY-EIGrHTH YEAR

than oxen, the most patient and faithful of all beasts of burden. How their heads must ache under those heavy yokes, staggering all day long, lashed and goaded at every step though pulling the utmost ounce of which they are capable. When the day's work is done, the suffering beasts, often without water and grudgingly fed only to keep strength in them, must still retain the yoke, for it is too much trouble for the owner to take it off and put it on in the morning.

Nearing the cemetery, we passed a group of barefooted boys, shouting with happy laughter, as they loitered along the way. Looking back at the hilarious company, I. was astonished to see in the midst a little •white coffin. It was a funeral procession! In these Spanish countries women do not attend funerals, you know but the spectacle of some mother's baby being carried to its grave by a lot of irresponsible boys, rwas to me something shocking. Hurrying back, I halted the laughing procession and made a photograph of it, while the boys obligingly held up the paper "floral tributes." Presently another procession was overtaken—a score or more of colored men, on foot, (one might say on barefoot) earring on tHeir shoulders a full length black coffin. Doubless they belonged to a certain secret organization of Cuba, composed entirely of negroes, whose" deceased members are always buried according to the rules of the order, carried to the grave on the shoulders of their comrades and intered with mysterious rites. Several "swell" funerals dashed merrily by, each with its gorgeoqs hearse, decked with plumes, and gilding, the horses canopied with cloth of gold, and driver sitting aloft in scarlet coat, knee-breeches, and cocked-hat— almost a fac-simile of one of oiir continental soldiers, as shown in the old portraits. Anon it wasRhe white hearse with snowy plumes of some child of wealth—horses covered with white netting and silver trappings but always the driver in his gaudy costume of scarlet and yellow, followed by,a train of carriages filled with men. Occassionally the dead cart rumbled by on a smart trot—a closed black box, not unlike the baker's wagon, with nothing to indicate its gruesome purpose but the cabalistic red letters painted on the rear.

The cemetery of Christopher Columbus was established about about- twenty years ago by removing

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cient graveyard near by. It is an imposing place, with thousands of sky-piercing

lofty gates at t.he entrance are closed and locked at nightfall, but more than once I have arrived after the closing hour and found that a dollar would unbar the gates and keep the custodian waiting an indefinite time. A wide driveway, between rows of pine .and Indiau laurel trees, runs from the entrance straight through to the deadhouse against the farther wall, intersected midway by another avenue of equal width and crossed at right angles by narrow pathways. Exactly in the center stands a handsome circular chapel, and at one side a very large space is covered with marble slabs laid flat on the ground, above the bones of thousands of unclaimed dead from the older cemetery. Among the most notable monuments is that of the bomberos (firemen)—a magnificent work of art. erected in memory of fourteen gallant men who lost their lives in saving others. As in most Spanish-American countries, the bomeros of Cuba area rather swell organization, composed of young men in the best society. They are not remarkably efficient in subduing conflagrations—generally taking things leisurely and riding to the scene of disaster iji their carriages--but when lives are in danger their valorls unquestioned, 7:

Another striking monument is of purest white marble, in the form of a temple, from whose open door the Angel of Innocence, a beautiful life-size sUStue. is flying. It commemorates a tragedy essentially Spanish in character. Beneath the temple lie the bones of seven young medical students, between the ages of fifteen and eighteen years—sons of well-to-do Cuban families. Formerly the medical college dtood near the cemetery and the students used frequently to walk and study under the shade of its trees. One day it was discovered that the tomb of some noted Spanish had been "desecratetP' by being marked with a lead pencil. Thereupon great was the indignation of the Spanish government and satisfaction for outraged "honor" was demanded. It was taken for granted that the misehief was wrought by the medical students, although there was no way of proving who were the culprits so the whole school was put into prison, and Anally it was determined to make an example of seven. Lots were cast, and the seven thus designated were taken out and shot. The grief-stricken parents, whose sons were thus cut off in the morning of life for an offense they had probably not committed, received universal sympathyeven from the Spaniards after their "honor" had been vindicated. The boys were buried in one grave and over them the government caused this costly monument to be erected with its appropriate symbol of the Angel of Innocence flying out of it. A parallel example of the generosity of Spain's paternal government was the gorgeous funeral of the murdered men of the Maine, paid for with Spanish gold.

The graves of oar sailors lie in the newest aad least populous portion of the cemetery, equi-distant from the aristocratic section of splendid monuments and the crowded corner of the potter's field. It looks very bare and desolate, compared to oar northern cemeteries or the care which each* grave would recdv* from loving

friends, could the boys have been buried at home. The large space of reddish-yellow, gravelly earth is not marked off into regular mounds, no blade of grass grows in it and there is no attempt at decoration beyond a few faded flowers left by American visitors and the white wooden cross set up over poor Holzer, the last man who died at San Ambrosio. Perhaps a fine monument may be erected here when peace is restored but how much better, it seems to me, would it be to devote the money which a pile of chiselled marble would cost toward taking home the remains, after the time Required by Cuban law has expired, and turning them over to their friends. Could the men themselves have a voice in the matter, they would not wish to rest among their murderers. ,\t

I have in mind at this moment one of those who died in the hpsp~ital after several days of intense suffering, George Koebler, of Brooklyn, a bright young fellow with true blue eyes, who looked up with such au expression of pride and love on his face when he said "to-my wife" in reply to my question if it was his sweetheart to whom I had been writing. At his dictation I had written words of love and cheer to "Maggie," and the assurance that he would soon be with her. Poor boy! He seemed too young to be married— and much too young to die. As I stood in the cemetery, making a mental as well as a mechanical photograph of the scene, a light wind swept through the nearby avenue of pines with th,e sound of an aeolian harp. One is profoundly impressed in this place at all times, by the music of the pines a perpetual requiem, rising and' falling with the slightest breeze. The morning sunshine was sweet with the odor of floweis the sky arching above seemed warmed and bluer than skies at home. A mocking bird, perched on the arm of a black painted cross, filled the air with tnelody, seemed to be singing, "Life is short and eternity long. What matter where the worthless frame is laid when the soul has gone out of it? Love caunck die and true hearts find each other again—somehow, somewhere."

The reconcentrados' corner in this cemetery is a vast space of bare gravel—one great grave, to which frequent additions are made. Two or three men were busily throndng up dirt to make room for the day's inter men tia, occasionally tossing up skulls and marrow bones, to which nobody paid the least attention, though I noticed more than one cranium with hair clinging to it, as though the owner were receq|fr among the living. Moat of the^ "in thirsection are mOT8nWffio^c6mns— the bodies brought on stretchers, laid uncovered in the dirt, and quicklime shoveled •ver.

Then I paid a visit to the "dead house", where the carts were unloading their morning cargo from Los Fossos and the city hospitals. In the long, dim room, with its concreted floor and iron-barred windows without glass in them, a row of tables* were covered with coffins, and with cadavers. Among the latter was a soldier—bare legs and arms sticking out and head swathed in his own dirty blanket a fair sample of the care with which Spain rewards her defenders. In a candle box, painted sky-blue but without a cover, .lay a tiny baby, with red paper roses in its hands and hair, waiting its turn of burial by rude hands in the reconcentrados' corner. A ray of sunlight shining through the window, touched the baby's hair as with a benediction. I spread my handkerchief over the little face,—but with small hope that the unfeeling grave-diggers would leave it there when-the clods were thrown over. Luckily there are no flies in fever-infested Cuba. Adjoining this chamber of horrors is another, piled to the ceiling with quick-lime—a rapidly decreasing supply as the burials progress.

At the suggestion of the sexton, I entered a carriage and was driven to the remote, northeastern corner of the enclosure, to a place which few who visit this cemetery ever hear of. It is a large, square pit, of what depth nobody knows, filled to the brim with human bonestaken from the old cemetery and from hired graves in the new one after the rental has expired. The tracks of wheels over crumbled bones Show where horaes and carts are driven in-over the heap to deposit fresh loads. Hundreds of broken coffins were piled In one corner, and thousands of skulls—some white and shining with lqng exposure to the sun, others with grave mold green upon them, grinned from every side, as who should say "This is consecrated ground!"

If Fannie B. WAW

MissSidonia Bauermeister received yesterday afternoon, in honor of Miss Sadie Fairbanks. The house was decorated with palms, and pink and white flowers were arranged in every available place. The guests were received by Miss Bauermeister, Miss Fairbanks and Miss Norina Bauermeister. The dining room was presided over by the Misses Gertrude Wlllien, Lat"» Cor, Anna Crawford, Aimee Bindley, and Mrs. .George Maier. The table decorations wer^daisies and carnations, arrange! in heart shapes. The favors were pink hyacinths. Miss Bauermeister and the ladles who assisted were in fall evening dress.

Bev. and Mrs. William Mitchell gave a reception Tuesday evening to the members of the congregation of St. Luke's and friends, which was largly attended. The house was tastefully decorated with Easter lilies, roses, carnations and ferns, Refreshments were served by the young ladies of the altar society. Misses Adele Mitchell and Allie Bryant received the guests.

HE WANTS AN OFFICE.

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I want to become postmaster. Not politically, but because I am qualified, and because I think the government needs my services.

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came pretty near being ap­

pointed this time, and would have been, if McKinley had not changed his mind and appointed the other fellow. I wrote him a long and very interesting letter, explaining how I had worked for the party, iu season and out of season, and how I had carried banners in parades and made speeches in his favor, many times when there wasn't a soul but myself and the janitor to listen. I work it differently now I carry the key to the hall myself.

After telling McKinley what I had done to earn the postoffice, and how popular I would be as postmaster, I also ask^ liim how his garden "sass" wasv coming^ on. He wrote me a very polite not^. saying his garden was doing very nicely. He must have forgotten that that I had written about the postoffice, as he never once referred to it. Maybe he meant to iguore my request. At any rate, I took it so, and haven't written him a line since. I am quick at taking hints. I can be just as independent as he can, and I have scratched his name off my calling list altogether. I am not sure that I shall vote for him the next time.

But I can stand it if the government can. The country is the loser by not taking advantage of the offer of my services.

I shall not. despaii'. It does no good, and is a great deal of fun for the other fellow. I would not despair, even if I knew how. Depair does well enough for a boy who is dead in love, or whose liver is out of order, or who has lost his marbles, but I do not believe in despair for a defeated candidate for postmaster.

I want to be postmaster merely to enjoy myself. I do not care for the salary, nor do I care to have the office because I would have a monoply of the business. I wanted it purely for fun. I like to see people who never get any mail come and ask if there is anything for them, forty times a day, and then look disappointed when told that there is nothing. They not only never expect any mail, but would't know what to do with it if they got any, and would drop dead with nervous prostration if they should happen to be surprised by getting a letter sometime. ,. trltZ?

And the man who is always telling that he never gets anything but duns through

mental tha nyil. inter tfort lie' never got one In his life.* The man who gets many duns dbesn't say much about it, and takes his mail and quietly sneaks to his place of business the back way. I also enjoy the man who gets a paper and insists upon reading to the balance of the crowd, and yet can hardly spell out the words for himself. The man with the strong breath, who smells as If he had baen eating raw polecats, comes up close and tells me, confidentially, something the whole town already knows, but wouldn't have cared a cent if it had never found it out. Most people do that. They tell me tbeir little confidences after evefybody else has lost interest in them. I like that.

I get a good fifteen cent whiff of their breath, and I am happpy. Also the man who is expecting a letter, and gets mad at the postoffice department, from delivery clerk to the postmaster general, and swears he will never vote the ticket again. He looks at the postmaster as if he thought he had swallowed his letter, and he expects the entire mall service to stop work and hunt it, when, if the truth were known, nobody owes him a letter and he would be unable to read it if he got one.

The fellow who hang* in the delivery window, arguing about buying a dime's worth of stamped envelope*, while thirty or forty people are waiting to transact business that amounts to something, also appeals to me, and I should like to be postmaster just long enough to bite a huge chunk out of his rubbsr neck and make room for the procession. The smells emanating from a crowd of postoffice loafers is enough to compensate one for .his time. The people who never get so much as a patent medicine circular, are the worst kickers when the mail is late, or if the mail is not distributed to the moment, and the folk# who ask 40,000 times a year for mail they never expect, all combine to make the postmaster's life one continual Fourth of .July celebration, and, if McKinley had only appointed me, I shou Id have gladly run the office for the pure fun of it. Ai.kx Millkb.

The Clio club met with Mrs. W. E. Bell on Tuesday afternoon. Miss Lillian Jones read an interesting paper o»( "Poland" from Napoleon to the present titi&. After reading her paper Miss .Jones favored the club with some Polishjdance music. Mrs. Craft had the current events paper her subject was "Cuba, and the Question of Armed Intervention." Following the programme refreshments were served, and a pleasant hour was spent in talking over recent books and listening to some music. The next meeting of the dab will be at the home of Mrs. Howard Mater.

The ladies of the east division of the Central Presbyterian church met at the residence of Mrs. C. F. Forrestall, Chestnut street, on Thursday afternoon. This organization is one of the two which is working for the liquidation of the debt on the church property. Besides the routine business which came before the meeting there was a very pleasant informal programme of music and recitations. Refreshments were served.

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