Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 29, Number 36, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 4 March 1899 — Page 1

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has been announced that Township Assessor Carr has declared himself in favor of an assessment of all property coming under hi* jurisdiction at a fair cash value, and that he will see to it that such an assessment is made. Thin is a good resolution and is commendable. If all property is assessed at a fair cash value no one will be hurt thereby. It is the inequality of assessments which works so much injustice, and it is a mistake to blame the township assessor when such thing* happen. The fault lies in another direction, and to remedy the evil one must look higher. If the township assessor fails in the discharge of his duty the county board of review can straighten out his mistakes. Hut if the assessor attempts to make an hom-st job the county board of review should let his work stand. The county board of review is a great institution. Except the county auditor and county treasurer its members are appointed by the judge of the Circuit court. Their power for good or

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it isn't always exerted for good.

A few years ago the Assessor of Harrison township made an assessment in which he took more than usual pride. He put a fair valuation on the real estate and improvements, and when he had completed his work he stood off viewing it complacently, waiting to be patted on the back and hear the welcome "well done, good and faithful servant." But he wasn't patted on the back, nor did he receive the coveted enconiums. He was knocked down and dragged out. The Circuit court so constituded the board, doubtless with the best intentions in the world, that the work of the assessor was undone. Main street property had its assessed value cut down to the price of suburban lots, and palatial residences were allowed to go for a song-that is, for the purpose of taxation. It has beon a great saving to the heavy property owners, and the action was sustained by the state board of review, which is a court of last resort in such cases, and one to which only the wealthy corporations and land owuers can afford to appeal.

It is the big fish that always reap the full benefit of these low assessments, and it is the man of small means who |»ays the taxes. A man with a house which cost him 100,000 to build and$10,(XX) to furnish, will have the house appraised at $15,000 to $20,000, and will put his furniture in at from $."00 to 11,000. The man who has a cottage which cost him 11,500 will probably get off with an assessment of #1,200, and a like reduction on his furniture. And it Is these small property owners who make up the community and pay the bulk of the taxes. This class is seldom found on the delinquent list, and they are never found fighting assessments, although they sadly newt protection. If the township assessor can carry out his plans for a fair assessment and make it stick before the hoard of review he will accomplish more than has ever been done by any of his predecessors. He will receive the thauks of the great majority of the taxpayers, but he can never, during this generation, run for office again. The assessor who discharges his duty faithfully receives more kicks than blessings.

The papers a few days ago announced that prosecutions before a magistrate had been commenced against the women of the town. The police had no hand in it, nor did they countenance it. ()n« or two justices of the peace refused to have anything to do with it. but finally some one was found to take the cases. Years ago these unfortunatsN were common ptey for a number of worthless officials, who, when in need of money, which was often, filed affidavits against this class and bled (them outrageously. Such prosecutions were looked upon as a species of blackmail from which there was no escape, and the victims upon pleas of guilty paid heavy cost* in installments in order that some worthless minions of the law might be better supplied with whiskey money. A woman of the town is common prey. She is a social outcast, at whose door is laid nearly all the crimes of the calendar,

I'ttcrly friendless there is none to defendS her It i* often said that a woman can sink to depths lower than any reached by nr»n, but what can be said of th« fellow who prosecutes, or persecutes, these unfort unites for the paltry fees that are to

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Now that the city charter has pa.ssed both houses of the legislature and is now Ixvomc1 a law. people are commencing to study its provisions, some with a view to plucking the choice plums, a few of which will soon be ready for distribution. It is said that ever since the charter was first talked of last spring the mayor has frequently received communication* asking that the writers be kindly remembered on the day of distribution. The only changes in city government in the near future will he the appointment of a city attorney, three members of the twvard of public work*, a police judge ami three members of the board of health. The appoint mtytt of a city attorney will bring with it no changes, a* Mr. Foley will succeed him«elf the manner in which he ha# conducted the atTairn of the office has hern %at(Hfactory. she city council ha* had no at tommy's fee* to jwy oit hs« account, and he

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said that only two names have thus far been mentioned ex Councilman Henry Graham and Alphon** Shaw. It is said Mr. Graham ha* »trong backing for the

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Republican place. Among the Democrats there are as yet no avowed candidates, but the name of P. B. Walsh is frequently heard, and if he wants a place he should have no trouble in getting it. Certainly the city has no man whs has been a more faithful official, or who is better acquainted with its affairs and needs. Regardless of politics Mr. Walsh can secure the endorsement of every man who ever served in the council with him. The present members of the boatd of health are Drs. Willien, Rice and Geretmeyer, aud there will hardly be any change. For police judge the name of John L. Patterson is most frequently heard, and it is said John E. Cox is also after it. Now that the new charter is law the troubles of Mayor Steeg will commence in earnest.

I It hag been only a few short months I sluce the press of the state slobbered all I over itself on account of the sound flnancial condition of the commonwealth. It

WHS shown that the debt was being reduced rapidly, and that in seven or eight years it would be wiped out entirely, Ret those who made these predictions had no idea of the manner of men who I would comprise the present legislature.

In the matter of expenditure it has been a daisy. Its appropriations amount to more I than #4,100.000 for the next two years. Of this sum #100,(XX) is for the completion of the soldiers'monument a most worthy object, did it not happen that every time the legislature meats that is the exact amount required to complete it two years hence it will be found necessary to complete it again, and a similar sum will be demanded, and this will be repeated again and again, until Indianapolis demonstrates its superiority as the monumental city of the world. Then there is

Columbus, which has been given #120,000 for an institute for feeble minded, or something of that kind if they will finish the institution with the latest improved Panley cells, lock in the members of the legislature and then lose the key it would be money well expended. There never has been such an era of extravag nee in the legislature as that which has prevailed this winter. Last summer both parties were extravagant in their promises of reform. This winter a corrupt lobby has dominated the capital, and all promises of reform were forgotten— "When the devil was sick, the devil a monk would be, when the devil was well, the devil a monk was he". Reform has been fought bitterly at every stage of the proceedings, and bad it not been for a few decent democrats who offset the votes of bolting republicans, our Mr. Durham Included, no reform measures could have succeeded, and it is to these few votes that the state owes the success of the reform measures.

Rev. Hicks has planned some weather for March which promises anything but comfort. The consolation is that Hicks doesn't always hit the mark. Here is what he says, and you can take it far what it is worth: March will enter with fair, cold weither prevailing generally, except in the section along the Atlantic. The last disturbances of February will hardly have ended in those regions before March 1 and 2. From about the 3d to the 7th is a regular storm period, during which barometer will fall, temperature will rise and rain or snow will visit many sections. Change to cold and rising barometer will set behind storms in the northwest, crossing the country by the 10th. Storm conditions and more rain and snow from 8th to 12th. followed about 12th to 15th progressively by colder weather. A regular storm period runs from 15th to 18th, in which marked storm areas of rain and snow will pass eastward across the country. A cold wave will follow in the wake A storms. On and touching the 21st and 22nd, look for decided equinoctial disturbances. The 26th to 30th promises very heavy storms on land and sea. Heavy rains and snows over interior regions. This is the month of vernal equinox."

Yesterday was the last actual day of business in this session of the legislature. All bills of importance have been passed. The senate passed the general appropriation bill, and the house concurred in the senate amendments to it. It appropriates #4.015,000. The senate passed the house bill providing that the proceeds of the sale of reclaimed swamp lands by the state should be applied to draining and improving the vast Kankakee valley. The governor has signed the county reform bill, and one for the use of voting machines at the option of the county. Tbei house passed the Goodwine bill, which adds three members to the State Board of Education. The House passed the bill declaring nnli and void all contractsj forced in advance of employment and releasing the employer from liability for injuries received by the employes through tlie negligence of the employe. The Winfield anti trust biU was so delayed in the House that ita death is certain.

The Tuited States Wrapper company has filed articles of incorporation. The I company is capitalised at #10,000. W, P. I jams is president A. Schul*, vice president: K, G. Watson secretary and treas-1 urvr and Sam Scfault* general manager, The directors, are S. Schult*. W. P. I jams I and Robert G. Watson The factory was started by Mr, Schalt* at Second aad Main st reels, awl was recently moved to Mr. I jams* building oa Main, between Third and Fourth street* The company I furnishes employment to about 140 per* .sons.. I

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ADEMOISELLE plays" Golf! No£ common everyday golf, but Golf with a big capital "G." Do yoa know how to play? It is hardly possible* considering who you are and then" considering who Mademoise!1®Terre Haute is, for you are quite common, and Mademoiselle does not play common games. When people elsewhere are playing whist and ail sorts of common old games. Mademoiselle was playing checkers and authors. The "authors" club is the largest club in Mademoiselle's town.

I should say—was the largest club, as Golf has put the "authors" game's nose ont of joint. And I tell you Mademoiselle can play Golf. Why she could play it with a croquet mallet and a tomato-can, provided you called it tomahto-can. She could play Golf with a corkscrew and a cork. (Some people do play "Golf" that way. With golf it is different.)

You see the difference between "golf" and "Golf" is that Mademoiselle Terre Haute plays "Golf" and all other people play golf. Golf spelled with a capital "G" is golf seen through the peculiarly tangible, opaque and odoriferous atmosphere Mademoiselle breathes.

But here we are talking 'way off the subject. We were about to discuss Mademoiselle Terre Haute's experience. She knows how to play the game, or at least knows there is such a game and is the proud owner of a lot of naraphernalia, to-wit:

One lot clubs—assorted Clothes by the trunkful Some gutta-percha balls A mouthful of strange words A feeling of importance A look of sporty wisdom.

You see she knows the game perfectly. But it would be better to go back to the beginning and get a good start, so that the case may be properly diagnosed.

It came about after this fashion. Mademoiselle was reading one day and saw the word "golf." She did not know what it meant, so she determined to find out. But not by inquiry. She is too smart for that. She tried to imagine what it was. At first she thought "golf" might be the name of a new Joss. And if so, she determined to seenre that Joss to add to her collection. But she finally decided that it could not be a Joss, and the next thing that occurred to hei was that It might be a disease. "Golf" might be Irish for "cough." "Or perhaps," thought Mademoiselle, "golf is a kind of frnit." So she pondered and rtondered, but with no satisfaction. So she gave it up.

Not long after this. Mademoiselle was talking to a few friends, one of whom had been as far as one hundred and nineteen miles away from home. And this rriend spoke of "golf." "Golf," said Mademoiselle, "have you had it." (She was on the disease tack just then.) "Had it" said the friend, "what do you mean?" "O. I was thinking of something else," said Mademoiselle, seeing that she had put her foot in it. "I mean do you like it? "Like It," said the friend, "well, I guess I do like it!" And she went on gabbling of "spoons" and "caddies" and "cups" until Mademoiselle decided it must be a new kind of tea, and exclaimed, "O tell us all about it!"

Whereupon this obliging friend began. "You have to wear plaid clothes, and a Tam O'Shanter. and go to the green, and get a caddie." "I won't have to get a caddy," cried Mademoiselle, "I have just the cutest little one yon ever saw. It's cut glass, with a Sterling silver top, and they only cost four ninety-eight, and ." "What in the world are you talking about? Caddies are little boys. What do you think golf is?"—-interrupted the friend. "Why, I thought it was well, what is it?" said poor Mademoiselle. "Why it's a game!" "A game!" "Yes. a game that you play with sticks and things!"' "Well. I never," said Mademoiselle and collapsed. |f

When she heard that golf was a game, Mademoiselle was disappointed. But as the friend went on to speak of the clothes, Mademoiselle grew more interested. "Do they dress in costume when they play this game?" asked Mademoiselle. "Well I should think they did" said the friend. The men all wear golf suits, stockings and knickerbockers and caps and belts, and plaid neckties, and the ladies wear the lovi^ftest costumes. Why yoa can't play golf without a costume. No one ever played golf without a costume. And and here the friend went off into a very torrent of eloquence on the beauties of golf and golf-clothes.'

This was the beginning of Mademoiselle's knowledge of golf. Since then she has progressed so rapidly that her case quite hopeless. She is a "golfiac," and can talk with any of them. As to playing, —but let's watch her pl*y.

Behold, then, a few weeks later. Mademoiselle Terre Haute in plaid from head to foot, all her friends in plaid from bead to foot, a blaze of color, until one almost expected to sec plaid horses and plaid hair and plaid pua Indeed, Mademoiselle was quite disappointed when she found that th» leaves oa the trees near the links were not plaid.

So the fun began. Mademoiselle wasted to know what the clubs were for. She

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thought golf was a gam? like "tag" at first. Then she thought the ball was too small. Then she wanted to know why they had so many holes. Then she wanted to have the caddie do the playing. Then she wanted to know what difference it made as to the number of times you had to hit a ball., But you ought to have heard her learning the dialect

"What's a banker?" asked Mademoiselle. And then she wanted the caddie to "pick the ball out of that pile of rocks." When some one spoke of "teeing" the ball, she thought golf might have something to do with uncolored Japan, after a

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Mademoiselle thought'the names were "so fanny." Why one club should be called a "rublick," and another a "cleek," why one was called a "spoon" and an other a "putter," and all of them just alike (or so she. declared), she could not see. She said "raking drives" reminded her of fall, or of spring—she didn't remember which. For along time she persisted in calling "missed puts" "Mrs. Potts," and said it made her think of sad-irons.

When she wanted to say "gobble," she said "turkey-gobble." -And she never will get over calling a "mashie" a "machine." "Lofting a stimy" was Greek to Mademoiselle, and.shenever could "see why you couldn't just pick up that other ball and get it out of the way."*^'

But there Is no doubt, that Mademoiselle Terre Haute plays golf. Why, she has the finest costumes ever seen in Terre Haute, and says "foozle" "just as easy. She votes golf a great success, although she still calls It golf instead ot "goff." But that will }nend with time.'

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She has grown so. Scotch that it is hard to understand her at times, and her conversation is so full of "dinua," and "ye," and "Hoot Awa mpn" that you would think she just got in from Thrums or Druihtochty. O, Mademoiselle is "warm," there's no doubt of that^

Don't you wish that you could play golf Ask Mademoiselle to teach you.

I shot an arrow into the air. It fell to the earth I know not where. —Longfellow. The best barber does'not always work at the front chair," ''Jk. p^ean tetl-athKanoe agBti:tihow84y their ^appearance.

A woman thinks' bTrriibtiil^fe made to leave out of doors. Every old. experienced farmer has some special method to preserve meat.

A wotaan always notices whether a man's handkerchief is dirty or not. Everybody is so ashamed of being stingy that nobody acknowledges that he is.

After a certain age, girls begin to read the woman's column in the newspapers. Horehound candy is said to be healthy in winter, but it tastes bad just the same.

Most men are more conceited about their own cooking than about anything else.

After wearing one's oJd shoes to rest his feet, one wonders why he ever bought new oues.

There area great many imitation dishes for oysters, but the deception is good in none.

There is no organization that has not some members who want to work up benefits for it.

Nothing is less interesting than to discuss what to get for dinner, right after breakfast.

Some men's idea of a smart man is one who will spend an hour any time to talk with them.

Anew business man can't come to town and join church without others saying he does it for trade.

You can tell a good deal about the slice of a lawyer's practice by the dust accumulated on his law books.

Some book agents' idea of jollying folks is to tell them they want only the names of people with influence.

We would give a good deal for the contentment and complacency of the man who tfSes big words wrong.

There are men who worry a great deal about pieces they read in the papers, and they write imaginary answers.

The meanest men on earth are the ones who tbiak it is their duty to go around pretending to make others better.

Often folks tell us things others have said about us to get us worked up to doing something for their own selfttb ends.

Every show that comes along expects to draw a crowd if it claims it wouldn't have come It it hadn't had an "open date."

When a young man begins going around the kitchen door of his girl's house, people know the wedding Isn't far off.

When a man gets mad at what the preacher says and leaves the church, we wonder how much Christianity he had.

Eransville baa an eight dollar clock which, up to date, has c*st them something like #7.500. and will cost over #10.000 I in the near future, the result of Law suits over it. There have been replevin suite, ont of which have grown assault and tattcrnbn, provoke cases aad several suits for damage^ It is the biggest thing

Eransville has had In years, aad causes much talk and excitement among the people down there between trains and horse txadet.

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enthusiasm of youth—hoW soon we learn to marvel at it to smile at the memory of that golden hour when all the world lay sparkling before us when cloudy skies opened bright windows into infinitude when all the air was full of pleasant stir and murmur, of hands that beckoned, of voices that called! Life was long, the cup of immortality already at the lips: all things seemed possible to the brave young heart. When the ideal was so glorious, who could doubt the splendor of the reality? Who could guess that the triumph of achievement should pale before the glow of the conflict?—that of all the fair faces we were destined to meet none should ever seem as fair as that of our early hope? Yet so it is, though the knowledge comes but slowly to some, indeed, beloved of gods and men, it comes not at all.

Not carelessly nor lightly do we part with our illusions. One by one they fade, they falter, they fail and we pass on our way with clearer vision and colder heart. One by one the roses wither in onr fingers, the golden apples turn to ashes, the siren voices grow tremulous and mute. We see our limitations. Recognizing for the first time our own inherent weakness, we estimate—more justly, as we think—the strength of the barriers which use and wont have set up against us, and shake our heads sadly over youthful optimism and Utopian schemes. Once, blindfold, we rushed at a monster, to prove him, perchance, but a stuffed figure after all. Now we look, we balance, we hesitate, we yield.

Yet life without illusions—how bare it is, how cold! An earth without an atmosphere, stripped of all the cloudy pageant that daily feasts our eyes! Only those, indeed, who have gazed for weeks into the molten depths of a hot and cloudless sky, when the heavens seemed as brass seven times heated, and all life drooped beneath the pitiless glare of day, can realize the longing then awakened for the golden mists of morning, the red bars of sunset, or for the fair white flocks of fleecy vapor "shepherded by the slow, unwilling wind." And the knowledge that we owe these splendors to a little water or a few grains of dust—does it affect our appreciation of them? Nay, our teachers talk to deaf ears. The cloudland above us is still a fairy realm of infinite resource and where they .only perceive a "foul at»4 pestilent congregation of vapors," we watch for white processions, hear Olympian thunders, or see "areial navieS grappling in the blue." _____

It is true that life grows more complex as we grow older. The world, once so sharply divided into good and evil, light and darkness, becomes the theater where a thousand inconsistencies play their parts where the wise man wears motley, while the fool has a reverend air where the loudest laugher is he who is most used to the buffets of fortune, and the heaviest sighs are of times breathed by those whom plenty has well-nigh sarfeited with her favors. We change in much, but in nothing more than in the nature and magnitude of the claims we make upon the future. If we are worldiy wise, we moderate our expectations with each succeeding year, and look back with a tinge of wonder, not unmixed with amusement, at the boundless expectations of earlier days. What a wealthy aspect life must then have worn to justify the careless assurance with which we reckoned on the generosity of the untried years Strangest perhaps of all, we looked upon happiness as our rightful inheritance, into whose certain possession we should come at no very distant date. To live, love and be happy seemed the natural sequence of human events and though each fresh experience brought forward a more unmistakable contradiction of this agreeable theory, we did not cease to flatter ourselves that, whatever the fate of a few unlucky individuals here and there, we at least must some day realize our expectations. Knowing not that happiness is but an accessory to life, and one rarely attainable, we found our chief delight in the creations of our fancy and of our desire and now. looking back on those youthful dreams with the juster perceptions of maturer years, we understand only too clearly that, when youth and hope were with us. we held the chief elements of joy within onr hearts. The real delight was in the foretaste of anticipation, or, at the most, in the first brief, sweet moments of realization. Our fairy visions have proved merely such stuff as dreams are made of, yet we wake with reluctance to face the cold reality: and, like Mr. Zangwill'sj hero, echo with wistful approval Leaning's words: "Dreams are our life." It is a hard saying of Mr. Morley's that "experience often changes the idealist and the reformer first to doubter, then to in different, then to pure egotist, and last to hard cynic": but there is only too much in the stern dictum. For the higher a man's hope is placed, the greater will be the reaction should it fall of realization. The idealist and reformer Is of all men the most sanguine In his youth. He resists to the last the attack made by time and experience on the citadel of his dreams aad, when forced to surrender to the inevitable, hides bis rage and mortification beneath a cloak of indifference, or sears his secret wounds with thoughts of scorn,

"A cheap cynicism" fs said to be the prevailing note of onr time and the remark only proves how hard it is to carry practical wisdom into the sphere of the emotions—in other words, how difficult It

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is to be reasonable where our feelings are concerned. Like scholars whose first high ambitions have failed, we are apt to pursue life's studies with listless eyes and indifferent interests We have relinquished our cherished aims, but we have not allowed their place to be occupied by simpler ideals. Yet in every other depart' ment of life we have long since recognized the fact of our limitations. Those "spacious days" when philosophers aad men of learning were wont to "take all knowledge for their province" are of the past, and men realize that life is brief, that knowledge is infinite, and that he who would win power or fame must concentrate his attention on some particular branch of learning or of science. He is a wise man who has thus learned to limit his ambitions he is a wiser who learns to moderate his desires. But though the rosy tints of sunrise have yielded to the more sober light of experience, there is no reason why "the freshness of that, early time" should not still revive our jaded energies. We may smile at the memory of its flushed fervors but in our secret hearts we can not but acknowledge that the old visions had a dewy purity and sweetness which shame our travel-worn ambitions and happy indeed is he who preserves, to some extent at least, his faith—call it credulity if you will—in life's fairer possibilities. Like that "true romanoe" of which our modern poet sings, his ideal may change its form, it may manifest itself in new and unfamiliar ways but the "shaping spirit" is still the same. He has exchanged, it may be, the dream of an earthly paradise for the daily routine of persistent effort, of high endeavor, tie has learned to judge the conditions of life more accurately, to estimate the value of its rewards more justly— To see good in evil, and a hope in Ill-success.

Exacting less from others, and more from himself, he clings to the belief that, within the narrow circle of his opportunities, he may yet realize some part at least of his boyish aspirationsv may use the silent influence which he exerts in his day and generation

To speed the coming of the Golden Yoar.

Admiral Dewey is not a presidentia candidate neither is he, a presidential possibility. He has said it himself, and he^ ought- to know. A correspondent of the New York Journal broached the subject? to him, and this was his reply: "I would not accept a nomination for the presidency of the United States. "I have no desire for any political office. I am unfitted for it either in education or training.

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am deeply grateful for many expressions of kindly sentiment, from the American people, but I desire to retire in peace to the enjoyment of my old age. The navy is one profession, polity is another. I am too old to learn a new profession. I have no political aspirations and my health would never stand the strain of a canvass. "I have been approached by politicians repeatedly, In one way or another, but I have refused absolutely to consider any proposition whatsoever. This is final."

However, should a national convention see flt to give him the nomination it Is doubtful if he could afford to refuse it. No man has ever done such a thing, and it is doubtful if any man ever will do such a thing. Hy the way, what is Admiral Dewey's political faith Both parties have claimed him. and Henry Watterson has declared for bim regardless of party. The first time Grant was nominated he was an unknown quantity politically, but the country soon found out where he was. If Admiral Dewey should prove to be another Grant so much the better for the country.

Evidently the government is trying to "raise the wind" in every conceivable manner. A letter from Washington to our postmaster' says: "In compliance with numerous requests from collectors and others, the postmaster general has decided to offer for sale, at #T a set, at ail first-class postoffices, out of the outstanding stock of newspaper and periodical stamps lately in use by postmasters and now in possession of the department, 50,000 complete sets, a set consisting of one stamp of each of the following denominations: 1, 2, 5, 10, 25 and 50 cents, and 2, 5, 10, 20, 50 and 100 dollars." These stamps are now on sale, and the stamp collector can lay in a supply if he has the requisite coin of the realm.

Jerome W. Perry, formerly a timekeeper at the car works has been appointed to a deputysbip in the office of Collector Henry. J. W. Love, of Clay City, who is on the eligible list, has been appointed temporarily, pending bis quallflcationsr and has been assigned to duty at Vincennes. S. C. Eiteljorg, of Greeucastle, who has been on duty here as a guager at the Terre Haute distilleries, has resigned to go into business at Green castle. He is a brother of Ed. Eiteljorg the old Terre Haute ball tosser.

Twom ore appointments in the revenue service were made by Judge Henry this week. James W. Watts, of Bandford, and John Durham, of Honey Creek, have been made storekeepers at the Indiana distillery. Watts is a well-known citizen of Fayette township, and wherever be is known the appointment will give uni verAal satisfaction. Mr. Durham is a son of the late George Durham and a brother of Representative Durham of the Indiana legislature.

The Terre Haute charter bill was signed by Governor Mount yesterday afternoon, and is now a law.