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The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1883-07-21
A Wholesale Epitaph.

EUIaWt hIa'i IIVltNI'
There is much that is pleasant, and more
that is humorous in this old town. The fol-
ing epitaph transcribed from n simple shaft
in the modest burying-ground, is sample of
the latter Characteristic; ITO my beloved
consorts Sarah A., Sarah Y, Sarah Ann.
As wives devoted, as mothers aftectionate,
as friends ever kind and true. l have loved
them on earth, | will meet them in heaven"
The bereaved mans fourth spouse, luckily for
her did not bear the charmed name, so the
spell was broken, and she survived him to
commemorate her grief in stately monu-
ment and memorial window in the village
church, bearing this inscription: 80, tell me
no more OF this world vain store. The time
for such trines with me now is DER" The
fitness of the above lines is appreciated whe'
you learn that the old man was noted for Dlt
misery character. 81,
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1883-07-21
A Chinese Love Story.
London Saturday Review.

A daughter of the last Chinese minister to
London, Kwo Sungtaon, has recently afford
ed an admirable example of what a wife
should be, dare and do. According to the
Peking Gazette, at the tender age of seven
teen she consented to become the wife of the
brother OF Tso Tsung-tang, the conqueror of
Kuldia. Not long afterward, by decree of
the fates, her husband fell i'll, and when
ordinary nourishing food failed to revive her
PROSTATE lord, she, with more than courage,
sliced piece of flesh from her arm and
mixed it with his broth. But her pretty
action did outsell her gift" and in spite Of
her heroism her husband died.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1883-08-18
A GOOD HUSBAND.
He Buried the Household Skeleton, but
what Became of the Black Baby?

~~ON-1CNNO"N-
what Became of the Black Baby?
Washington Post
One day during the progress of the Phil
Thompson trial one of the Florida senator's
who had remained in Washington a greater
part of the time since Congress adjourned
told to group Of gentlemen the story of an
incident that came under his observation
which, in ali probability, has not its parallel
in history or fiction. when candidate
for the United States Senate" he said, 'in
company with ten or a dozen other gentle
men, eanvaSsed the State of Florida from
one end to the other. Just at dusk one even
ing we arrived at a farmhouse of rather
pretentious appearance. We We're warmly
welcomed by the owner, who was known to
at least one of the party. We were served
with splendid supper, at which we were
waited upon by the farmers daughters
three bright, beautiful girls The farmer
occupied one end of the table. and his
wife, an elderly lady, with snow-whlte hair
and benevolent face, the other. | was at
once attracted by the AVAILABILITY of the fam
lily. They were all very cheerful. and appar-
entity very anxious to make each 6ther happy.
The greatest regard was paid to the mother,
and no opportunity was lost to show respect
and devotion to her. When the time came
for retiring, the fermer took from shelf an
old, well til umbed Bible, and said: Gentle
men, for nearly score of years it has been
my habit to have family worship before retir-
ing. l hope you will join with us tonight
He read a chapter from the Bible and we
all knelt while he made short, eloquent
prayer. The next morning the same order,
eheerfulness and kindness was noticeable.
When we rode away from the house | said to
a gentleman who was next to me that | had
never witnessed a more peaceful, prosperous
home; and one where there seemed to be so
much genuine happiness. This man. said,
. can never have known what trouble is
My friend said Is it possible that you do
not know this mans story? He passed
through such trial as drives most men
crazy. His life is a moral lesson. He has
shown the moral courage that not one in
million shows. He is Hero, dwelling here
among the peaceful pines of Florida. He
was Confederate soldier, and brave one.
He has many sears upon his person made
by the bullets of the enemy. When he was
away to the war he left behind him a young
wife and three little grls-mere babes they
were. He was absent nearly three years.
While away his wife committed the gravest
of all indscretions. She became the moth
err of a mulatto child. When the husband
returned, his heart hungry for the love OF
his dear ones, he found a disgraced and
ruined home. The blow Frustrated him. and
for days he fingered between life and death.
When his health partially returned he went
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1883-08-18
The Canse of Finishing.

The physiology of blushing has long pre-
sented difficult problem to solve. Many
unsatisfactory explanations have been given
OF the causes of that interesting phenomenon.
The British Medical Journal lately received
an inquiry as to the measures TO be taken
for the cure OF chronic tendency to blush.
and one OF its correspondents takes up the
matter in a very practical way Among
other causes of blushing he gives promi-
hence ito the wearing of too thick under
clothing and especially OF too thick socks"
He adds that long sleeved wooden sacks or
jerseys are often cause of blushing and, in
fact warm clothing in general. He does
not fail to remark that the blusher must
choose in this matter between the risk of
rheumatism and the annoyance OF blushing
As collateral evidence in support of his
views he says. AN aunt of mine had habit
ually red nose from this cause alone, which
disappeared when she took to thinner stock
ings."
Regarding the matter from social stand
point the writer says The best plan for an
habtual blusher is to laugh and be verv
gushing, as for instance, on meeting an ac-
quaintance in the street. when he colors up:
and he will then feel more at mis- ease than il
he looks sheepish and reserved"
An obvious cause for blushng is over
senstiveness and self-consciousness which
will wear away as the person becomes used
to society and strengthens his character by
adopting wise principles of thought and ac-
tion. The physiological explanation OF
blushing given by the writer Just quoted is
that it is due to paral ysis of the sympathetic
circles OF nerves surrounding the arteries,
which, not contracting properly, allow q
freer flow of blood to the surface.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1883-08-18
The Sounds of Night.

The curtain stirs its folds and seems to thrill
Expectancy, while DER
The hOneysuckes web the whispering breeze
A spray of lacelike shadow evermore.
The poplar, starting fitfully from sleep,
Shakes ont its leaves, but soon
Sinks into dewy sumber with sigh,
Will mass the sunlight of tO-mOrPow's noon.
In the wide marsh, smoking with vapor gray,
Where the flag bends its blade,
The bur-r-r and gurgle of the frog is heard,
Monotonously wakes the pensive shade.
All sounds are sweetly blent, as though the
night,
Tuning the worlds harsh Tyre.
The holy note which trembed from its wire
Sounds, many sounds arise, while through the
gloom
We wait for slumber dear,
But never-never-never as of wore
Can We with rapture sweet the music hear
or footsteps that have sought the dreamless
sphere.
Nor though we listen can we hear the flow
OF Deaths unmeasured sea,
Whose mighty tide at last shall food the world,
Drowning all dseOrd with Its symphony,
And washing all souls white, o Dawn, for theei
-Mary Ellen Blanchard, in Boston Transcript.
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The Man Who Couldn't Sing.

Bill Arp, in Atlanta Constitution.
Old man White couldent sing, but he
thought ne could, and he considered it as
much duty as to pray. He was always in
his seat at the church. He was a heavy man.
but he waddled up the hill to the meeting
house with alacrity and took his seat like he
meant business, and he did mean business.
He said amen and amen all through the
preachers prayer, and then he opened his
hymn book with eagerness and stood up
right in front of the choir and sang from
away down. He tried to follow, but was
sure to get a little ahead. for he enjoyed it.
and wanted to do more than mis- share The
choir done their best to smother him. but they
couldn't His bellows was strong and blew
loud. His kind OF singing wouldn't have been
tolerated from any other man. for he was
always a little up or little down, and be
tapered of. His voice was a good deal be-
low base, and came out like there was a cog
wheel in. his throat. But everybody that
knew the old man enjoyed his singing, for it
seemed to do him so much good, and at
times when the words were very tender the
old man would say ''amen" at the end of the
stanza. | remember that one time when
Henry Gartrell and George Stovall were
leading music the old man turned two leaves
in his hymn book, and got from long into
short meter, and the words didn't fit the
music. There wasn't enough of 'em. and
the old man shook his head and gave a
srunt and filled out with a couple OF amens
He heard litter behind him, and looking
round, muttered audibly, "Thar's sumthin
wrong about here" We joked him about it
next day, and he laughed as he said: All
the Lord new song, and 1 deed it. Yes,
decd il -
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From Kings Chapel.
DUBLIN, Ind.

Lightly we glance the fresh-cut marbles Ger;
Those two of earlier date our eyes enthralf;
The proud old BritOn's by the Western door,
And hers, the Lady of Colonial days,
whose virtues live in long-draWn classic phrase
The fair Francisco Of the southern wall.
Ayl those were goodly men that Reynolds drew,
And stately danes our Copley's canvas hotds'
To their old Church. their Royal Master, true,
Proud of the cai:1 their valiant 3ires had earned.
That "gentle blood, not lightly TO be spurned,
Save by the churl ungenerOus Nature MOUNDS
All vanished 1t were Idle to complain
That ere the fruits shall come the nowersmust
fall;
Yet somewhat we have lost amidst our gain,-
Some rare ideals time may not restore,
The charm of courtly breeding, seen no more
And reverence, dearest ornament OF all.
Thus musing, to the western wall came,
Departing: lel tablet fresh and fair.
Where glistened many q youths remembered
name
In golden letters on the suOw-white stone
Young lives these aises and arches onoe have
Their country's bleeding altar might not
spare.
These died that we might claim soil unstalned,
Save by the blood of heroes: their hequests
A -ealn unsevered and race unclaimed.
Has purer blood through Norman veins come
down
From the rough knights that clutched the Sax
On's crown
breasts9
These, too. shall live in historys deathless page
High on the slow wrought pedestals OF tame
Ranged with the heroes of remOter age;
They could not die who left their RatioR free,
Firm as the rock, unfettered as the sea,
Its heaven unshadowed By the cloud of shame
Oliver Wendell Holmes, in September Atlantic.
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Dun Laid by de Con.

Dun Laid by de Con.
Der ole gray goose Is er walkin' down de lane
Ne's dun laid by de con;
Au' she waddies in de wet an squats in de rain
We's dun laid by de con.
De old SOW roots war de taters was dug
Yves dun laid by de CON;
An de domnicker hen am a-chasin Oh de bug
We's dun laid by de con.
De ole COW bawls
As her calf she calls.
An de 'posSum dog wags his tail.
| goes wild my pipe
Whar de apples is ripe,
An chucks 'em inter de pail.
De ole yaller houn' am troubled wild heas-
We's dun laid by de con;
An it's too late now fur robbin' OBJ de bees
Yves dun laid by de CON.
De ole bell sheep amt afeert Ob de curs-
Yves dun laid by de CON,
Fur her ole gray backs all kjvered wild burs-
Yves dun laid by de CON.
-Arkanaaw Traveller.
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to the minister of his church for counsel and
advice He was religious man then as he
is now. Should he Stay the negro and put
his wife away from him, or should he forgive
her and take her to his homer Should he
deprive his children of a mother, and cast
perpetual shadow of disgrace on the lives OF
his children? His wife was not bad wo-
man at heart. Being weak, she had fallen.
She had committed great faUlt-yea, a great
crime. But she had repented and asked to be
forgiven. Revenge, duty. pity-the three
struggled for mastery The minister told
him to abandon the woman TO her fate. You
cannot bring her to my church, he said, as
your wife. Your neghbors will point the
finger of scorn at you, and will shun you if
you forgive her and take her to your home.
He went to a neighbor, good mana great
hearted mainland laid the case before him.
He argued for his lost wife, and pointed out
what he thought his duty was as taught him
by the Bible. His neighbor advised him to
condone his wife's otfense. and to take her
back to his home and let her love and be
loved by her children. He took his neigh
boris advice. The struggle was hard at first,
but it grew easier with years To-day there
is not happier or a more highly respected
family in the peninsula of Florida. The
man has prospered wonderfully. He is rich,
His wife is received everywhere, and his
daughters are the bellies of the country
1.-THE story" said the Florida senator,
made a deep impression on me. l have
thought of it many and many a time, and
have wondered what would bave been the
fate OF that man and that mans wife and
children had revenge, instead OF duty and
pity, conquered"
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THE NATIONAL GAME.

Story Which Proves It's Fable by the
Introduction of City Editor Ignorant u
Base Bali
Brooklyn Eagle
I'VE are having remarkably cool weather
for this time of year said a slim little gen-
tleman, entering the city editors Office, and
settling himself in a chair.
YES said the city editor. diving into
pile of manuscript before him and ringing
vigorously for the office boy.
II never remember to have seen such very
cool weather in August before" sid the
slim party, curling one lengthy limb about
the other, and settling himself more COM
fortably in his chair.
No" calculated the city editor, giving an.
other tug at the bell, and once more getting
down to work
II have lived in this part of the world all
my life, said the youth. but this weather
beats me. Now. four summers ago. you will
remember. | believe it was four summers
ago. Yes, it was four summers ago. Do you
remember that summer
No" said the city editor, grabbing up
quantity of fresh copy and hastily running
over it.
well that summer remember it was not
enough"
what is the nature of your business with
me- any way?' cried the city editor throw
ing down great bundle of manifold copy
and glazing at his visitor, Cant you sec
that this is the busiest time OF the day with
us, The paper will go to press in twenty
minutes and you must ex-"
Pretty lively work bringing out paper.
isn't it," said the young man, pulling out \
cigarette and proceeding to leisurely light
up. My grandfather was in the newspaper
business, and | came near going into"
young man, l will give you just five
minutes to come to the point said the city
editor.
& ,I..t, ~
putting wreath OF smoke toward the tufted
satin ceiling. Il just dropped in to inquire
how that base ball match came out yester-
day afternoon. Speaking of base ball res
minds me of a little story. | suppose you
are pretty we'll up in the history of base
ball"
The baseball reporter is out" cried tho
city editor
why don't your paper take more interest
in base bali?" asked the youth Now [
think if you would cut down, say the re-
hglous news, and give us more base ball you
would make a home-run for your paper
ciub?''
Never" said the city editor. II tell you
the base ball man is"
Never heard of our club! Why, it's the
crack nine among the amateurs" said the
youth, pulling out slip of paper. Just
throw your optics over the score. That's q
sample of the way We"
Don't know a thing about scores" shouted
the city editor. Come, | think it's about
time you skipped. Call again when the base
ball man is in. l tell you l am terribly
busy"
You don't think you could tell me any
thing about that match yesterday, them"
mo! no! mol" cried the city editor jump
ing to his feet. look over yesterdays paper"
"But it ism Il in your paper" said the youth
sitting himself more comfortably in his chair,
Now, there is where you get left. If you'd
only throw out, say an editorial or two. and
make more room for base"
But at this moment the youth had a press
ing engagement in the lower office, and van
ished through the door, still grasping tie
score of his last match in his fist.
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San Francisco Chronicle Arizona Letter.
An interview of General Crook on Indian
questions would likely result in as much
real information as the soldier got, who.
when on a campaign in this Territory, one
evening after camp had been made, and be
ing detailed to bring in wood, found the
General sitting on a log some distance from
camp. The soldier approached. and think
ing the General was trooper or some camp
follower (he dresses very plain and seldom
wears a unlforml, sat down beside him and
commenced as follows: II am awful tired
and worn out with our fearful long march
to-day; amt your"
Yes; but am resting now"
IF we could only kill some Indians once
in awhile it would be some satisfaction, but
this - marching mp hill and down. ever
burning sands and in the cold Of the noun.
taius, wearing men out for nothing-l don't
believe we will ever see an Indian; do your"
ut looks that way. Still, we may iut
them"
Il don'tgo much on Crook He's got
- OF reputation for fighting Indians, bur
| think it's all ON paper-newspaper talk
don't your
81 shouldn't wonder"
Here an officer approached, Saluted aud
prefacing his verbal message by calling Crook
General" the soldier realized his predica
ment, dropped his few sticks of wood and
broke for camp, worse frightened than it tao
had been suddenly surrounded by yelling
ApacheS,
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MAIDEN AND HER CATS.
The Delightful Home and Romantic Mistress
of 1871 Feline Pets.

The Delightful, Home and Romantic Mistress
of 1871 Feline Pets.
New Haven Register.
Down in deep, green valley that is fringed
with elms and gnarled apple-trees, and is
fragrant with its wealth of wild flowers peep
ing forth from under grove of old poplars
at the foot OF a steep rocky hill, over which
the highway above North Branford writhes
like an uneasy serpent, is the home Of
Damask Rose. 1t was the home of her father
and OF her fathers father, and it mas wealth
cred the scorching blasts and icy winds of
140 tough New England years. Damask does
not live in it now, but in little, TRIM white
cot which looks askance at the passer from
behind a wing of the old Rose residence
Her fathers family was once the largest and
most social in the roundabout coun-
try, and the Rose mansion was
then much resorted to by the young
bellies and beaux. And now all are
gone. All are dead save Damask Damask
and her cats alone remain. A New Haven
gentleman told the reporter that this lonely
old woman with the blush-rose name had
127 cats.
A misunderstanding old lady is Damask
Fully as romantic as her name. Short and
wrinkled, and not far from seventy years. a
pair Of bright eyes cleaned through her gold
brows, from under the dirty brown felt rim
of the mans hat upon her head. In one
hand she carried bright case-knife, while
with the other she raised her calico skirt as
she moved through the nodding clover with
which the old front yard was filled. A pair
of diamonds glittered in her ears, and a
thick, grayish growth of silken hair par
TALLY obscured her upper lip and
chin. There was black cat, with bronze
sides, at her heels, a Maltese cat
with white breast. lay dreaming on a fiat
stone in front of her, gray and spotted
leopardlike cat looked out from its nest OF
straw in the entry of the old house; there
was handsome young prince of fehnes, in
a luxurious robe of tawny gold, suspiciously
regarding the visitor from behind the leoD-
ard, and around the corner of the house was
approaching large and ugly-looking tiger
cat whose appearance left no room for doubt
as to his capabilities as a fighter These were
all the cats seen at the first look.
When the reporter began to talk about the
cats Miss Rose eyed him suspiciously, but
upon other subjects her conversation was
CHEEKY and entertaining. Very soon the adj
vance guard of cats vanished into the green
vines about the little valley and the places
had been taken by other cats-ugly cats and
Withholding cats, some fat some lean and
some of nondescript appearance, but none
of them very pretty. 1t was queer sight.
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Father and Mother Hubbard.

Arkansas Traveller.
The other day, when old Major Solman an
nounced his readiness to proceed in the di-
rection OF church, his wife appeared, wearing
Mother Hubbard dress The old man in
tently regarded her for few moments and
asked: Mary, what sort of a coat do you
call that?' Its Mother Hubbard. Jeems "
"Air You going to wear it to church, why,
certainly, Jeems. The Mother Hubbard is
all the fashion now" "Well, Pm glad to
hear it," the old man replied; Just wait
until get ready, and we'll
CO." The old man went out
into the kitchen, took couple of meal-sacks,
cut the bottoms out, sewed the tops together
and put them on in imitation of pantaloons,
When he returned his wife uttered loud
cry of establishment and exclaimed: Great
goodness, Jeems, what's that? Father
Hubbard" the old man replied. You re
not a-goin' to wear them sacks, are you?"
I've got to be fashionable to keep up with
you. I've got as much right to wear these
meal-bags as you have to go in that bran
sack" "Pll take it Off" "All right off
goes Father Hubbard" and turning away he
added to himself "Only one way to beat
woman, and that's by agreein with her Eff
it hadn't been fur the Daddy Hubbard 1 d
been in mighty bad fix"
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A Conundrum Answered.
BROOKLYN Eagle.

BROOKLYN Eagle.
God created everything for some wise pur-
pose, didn't He?" asked Boston Sunday
school boy of his teacher
The Creator did nothing without a de-
sign" solemnly responded the instructor.
WELL then, what did he create Sullivan
for?'
I'm glad you asked me that question
Miles, for l had been thinking the subject
over good deal myself"
Have you settled it in your mind?'' con-
tinued the lad.
Not exactly" was the reply. "but I'm in
clned to think God made Sullivan in order
t. give Boston folks something to talk about
after Ralph Waldo Emerson was dead"
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A Summer Thought,

Like the cradle, rocking, rocking.
Silent, peaceful, to and fro;
Like a mothers sweet looks dropping
On the little face below
Hangs the green earth, swinging. turning
Jarless, nOiseles9 safe and low;
Falls the light OF Gods face. bending
Down and watching US below.
And as feeble babes that suffer-
Toss and cry and will not rest,
Are the ones the tender mother
Holds the closest, loves the best
So. when we are weak and wretcned.
BY our sins weighed down, distressed,
Then II Is that Gods great patience
Holds us closest, loves us best.
Him
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Worse Than Wasted

A1d yet twas a beautiful letter,
In sentiment WHY and pure;
/ couldn't have worded It better
And nobody could, l am sure.
Twas not too familiar or gushing,
But flattery neatly conveyed;
On KATE, whom she hatee, 1t was crushing,
And love half concealed It betrayed.
indeed, twas as neat an epistle
AS ever had come from my pen;
ia certainly have to go whistle
To write such another again.
Twas Just the right thing TO suit Gladys;
Ine'er thought that trouble 'Awould M AXE
IL has raised particular Hades;
sent 1t to Kate by mistake
Boston Post.