The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1874-03-17

ones breath away. Wmle on LnlS 6ioVd-
ating subject, / must mention the latest
dodge in advertising. All the world is
aware that when lady goes shopping now
a-days she is politely requested, ifshe re-
quires any thing from up above, not to walk
upstairs, as in the olden time, but 70 take
the elevator-in other words, to take seat in
a small, but elegantly furnished boudoir and
be softly carried up in the approved Arabian
Nightish way; although am bound to say
that the young man in charge does not us
ually resemble in the least a familiar Genie.
Well; on recent occasion, having seated
myself in one Of these luxuries OF the period.
L became aware of most delicious odor
which served to arouse sweet dreams of
"Araby the blest," when all OF moment
was rudely aroused, and recalled to the nine
teenth century and America, by hearing a
commonplace voice read: "Tbls Ell
evator is perfumed with Blanks cologne.
Be sure and ask for Blanks cologne
"How is that for high?" 1 should inquire
if 1 were given to slang; as it is, can only
remark that having 'soard aloft on eagles
pinions," did not like the facilio descen-
sus.
ODDS AND ENDS.
If there is anything left to talk about, 1
should say iG is murder; not that we have
had any particular soul-harrowing crime
during the last seven days, but that when
new ones fail the police manage to turn over
old ones till they present new side TO the
public. In fact, begin to expect resusci-
tation, not of DIR. Burdel himself, but of his
murder; it is only trifie of eighteen or
twenty years since he was killed, and there
never was any certainty about who did it.
Kate Stoddard, who has been so long in a
Brooklyn prison, has been varying the mo-
notony Of life there by making
statemanss concerning the murder of
Charles Goodrich last year, for which
she is now held. This woman is likely to
prove highly unsatisfactory to the detec-
tives; she began by giving them great
deal of trouble, and now she INDUCES in
stories so contradictory, and shows spirit
so refractory, that nobody knows what to
expect next. The present confession, or
statement, as she calls it, is like its author,
conspicuous for its attenuation-in other
words, it is "too thin" Another last Years
murder on Long Island is brought TO the
surface again, and the victims brother is,
this time, accused of the crime. What will
be .ne end of these cases / know not, but i'm
them as in so many others, murder shows
decided tendency not to "out' at all, after
any length of time. By the way, suggest
that some ingenious person ee requested to
write book, to be entitled "a Year of
Murders;" this volume should be divided
into IL chapters corresponding to the
months, and each month should be especi-
ally considered with reference to climate,
temperature, etc.
In this way we should be enabled to dis
cover how much provocation the weather
may have given to a murderer, before he
committed the crime. Weather, like what
we are undergoing now, for instance, might
everything extenuate. The skies are deceit
fully bright at times, and we venture out
"boldly, no matter how coldly'' the wind
seems to blow, but on turning the first corner
we are met by gust that would do credit 70
the open Polar seas; showers of dust cover
us, and half blind, thoroughly chilled, and at
war with all our kind we ''return to our
wigwam." Yesterday, the North river was
so rough that colored stewardess ON one of
the propellers lay down and cried for mercy,
vet the sun was shining brightly all the
time. / dare not trust my pen with
the subject further, it is too karrass-
ing. AS for the thermometer, il is
a thing of low degrees, when it isn't expert
encing on its own account, in quick transit.
| Apropos of the latter, / neglected te mention
that the big Brooklyn bridge keeps on grow
| ing so fast that the time seems not Gar distant
when we can take a constitutional" by
| walking gaily across to the city Of churches.
The masonry of this vast work looks as if it
were trying to pierce the clouds, and suggests
the tower OF Babel; it is already up so tar
! that don't believe that Patagonian so often
spoken Of, will ever succeed in climbing to
the top OF it tor view ofthis city, unless the
sands of time settle around it for a few thou
sand centuries, and bury il as the sphinx is
buried. In the meantime it will be what the
Irishnaen said Hoosac tunnel was-"an or
nament to society" G.. s. N.