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The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-05-17

Ihliadrlphla lines.
Close to the United States mint. on the roof of
a place of business across the street. there is a
small bird box, which was formerly occupied
about this time Of year by a pair of robins, but
lately occupied solely and entirely by a pugna-
cious and tricky English sparrow. This miserly
fellow-and the spalrows are all an avaricious
set-after driving the robins out, has occupied
the box for two seasons without even so much rs
a Hsslte. AS might be supposed, one who was
able to do that is foremost in looking out for
himself in other ways. Among the girls, and
even among the men in the mint, nearly all of
whom bring their dinners with them, this
particular sparrow has been long u IA
vorite because of his boldness, and so
freely does he fly in the windows and fit
in the back door of the smelling room to pick
up crumbs that they joeularly say he is the only
one who has the free run Of the Mint" \
short time ago a boy in the building went where
Mr.. Sparrow has made his nest, and peeking into
the box to see if there were any of the young
folks at home, as the boys love to do, he was sur
prised upon drawing his fingers out to see them
sparkling in the bright sunshine. No miner wbo
strikes an unexpected vein was more excited
than that boy as he seized the box and carried
the whole thing down stairs, where it was found
that the inside was not only tlecked with gold
dust, but that the accumulations of the precious
metal had formed a sort of a carpet of sparkling,
soft, yellow gold, the whole proving a veritable
bonanza The sparrow had regularly been
carrying off quantities of gold dust inits feathers
which it shook out when it made its toilet in
the morning. The nest is being assayed.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-05-17
PATHS EARLY coURTsHIP.
How the Rumor of Her BetrothaI to the
Marquis OF Caux Became a Fact.
Ern,n AAEnnrAnnn. Nnnrn LII ~ -

From Fourteen Years with Patti"
There is a story of the Sunday evening meet
ings at PATHS house during the winter after she
had returned from her London season. From
these gatherings Nilsson was seldom absent. and
among the most diigent visitors were Gustave
Dore. the Vicomte Daru, Baron st. Armand and
Marquis de CauX, who were such inseparables
that they were called the ''threeleaved clover. "
Adelina looked forward to the meeting with
the Marquis with glad excitement. He did not
keep us waiting long, but the meeting was also
4 parting. The Marquis had to go with the
Empress Eugene to BiarritZ. and. as he eX-
pected to remain for a considerable
period, he asked permission to write to
Adelina and receive intelligence concerning her.
This permission was given with the under
standing that the correspondence was to pass
through my hands, and was to be conducted by
the Marquis and myself. L had to report the
smallest detail of the happenings to -Adelna,
and his excellent pen gave us the most plquant
descriptions of all that went on at Biarritz.
One evening, it was after a performance of
''Traviata, the Marquis remained with us after
u few friends had departed from Adelina's dress
ing room. As he always repeated conscientiously
the town gossip to U.S. Adelina turned smilingly
toward him and asked:
well, Marquis. what is there new; what is
Paris talking aboutH
The newest thing, was the answer, ais that
we are engaged"
/ must admit that this answer startled me,
and that | looked at Adelina with my curiosity on
d lSifSfOh- AiSN lcdthACS SttAneU cHilNtHcu py an
inexpressible loveliness. Smilingly she said to
the Marquis:
"And why notl Ihope it would not be un-
pleasant for your
At first embarrassed. then joyfully moved, the
Marquis was only able to stammer the words:
mo, certainly not. | would be the happieSt
of mortals if it were truelr
Blushingly Adelina extended her hand to the
Marquis, who was almost beside himself with
joy. while she said:
II. too, would DE happy"
Wildly the Marquis pressed the preferred hand
to his lips, intoxicated with joy, he clasped AIDE
lima in his arms, then hurried away speechless.
But Adelina, iii a long, warm embrace, wills
pered the sweet confession to me-:
Il am very happy
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-05-17
REUNITED BY THE BABY.
A Police Court Incident that Recalled BY
gone Days to Sad Old Women.

6OiC 0agS W GodtA OHN OAhSh
Philadelphia Record.
Katie Address, a sixteen year-old wife, with a
six months'old baby in her arms, charged Spen-
Ger G. Address, her twenty-year old husband.
in the desertion court Yesterday, with failing to
support her and her baby.
What is the cause Of this troubled" asked
Judge Allison.
st is this, sir, answered the little wife, tear
fully. ''He-he wanted me to go live with his
parents, and II wouldn't do it"
And she wanted me to go live with her pa
rents interposed the boy husband, ''and l
wouldn't do it,
My dear children" said the good Judge, Ego
settle this little difference between you, and
wherever you live, live together. You love each
other too much, l am sure to care, to separate.
Be mutually forbearing, and | am sure you will
be happy
Katie looked at Spencer and Spencer looked at
Katie, then both looked at the baby lying smil-
ing in Katie's arms.
Katie" said Spencer, rs he took the baby up
and kissed it. The judge has a level head. Let
us go"
He gave the baby back into her care, but as
they were going out the baby turned round and
laughed a merry little laugh right in its papa's
face. Papa thought that was so funny that he
took hold of the baby's fat and dimpled hands
and held them while he tickled the the baby's
nose with the nice, soft down on his upper lip.
Th baby's laugh grew louder and merrieP and
the half-score of elder wives and elder mothers
waiting in the courtroom to tell their dismal
stories forgot their woes long enough to smile on
the refreshing Spectacle, and to dream again the
dreams of the bygone years, when faith and hope
in them were more powerful than the sting of
new wounds. See how the baby links them to-
gether, said apparently the eldest and the sad
dear little baby! May the bond never be brok-
en-
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-05-17

Correspondence N. Y. Graphic.
l was somewhat amused at one OF the last
Wagner concerts by the conversation of two
women who sat in front of me. There was little
they did not know. | think they would have
been glad to give Mr.. Wagner himself a few
points" on various matters. Their self assur-
ance was amusing, but their assertions reached
their height when Herr Scaria stepped upon the
platform in that commanding, kingly way we
know so well.
''Oh, Maria said one. grasping the other by
the arm III a We " CONFUSION of knowledge;
there's Wagner, nowI know it Isl"
Maria" smiled an ''of course, y and the listen
ers smiled an assent. I'm not sure they were
the ones, bat they might have been the ones who
sat behind me at the grand Combination Opera,
III which Nine. Sembrich, Nilsson and Fursch-
Madi appeared. After they were seated-we all
chancod to be early-they proceeded to read bits
from the Gbretto, and to chatter on in mild fash
ion as to what they were to see.
who wrote this playl7 said one.
shakespeare, | think" said the other.
rs that 500 Well, I'm real glad, for | do think
Shakespeare plays are so enervating, don't you!
1t always does me goodt to hear one"
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-05-17
THE DAYS HNM0R.

Mr.. Quilp ~(reading a Geographic headline)
''fen women suddenly killed. Hmm! That
helps some"
"Mr. Highwater, how is it I find no cream on
yoar milkP Mlkman-"Well, mum, l expect
the COWS are holding it back for strawberry
time"
A penny paper is to be started here to I'll a
long felt want. Why these wants are made of
felt no one knows, except it prevents their get
ting warped. Whoof!-Pittsburg Chronicle
Telegraph.
'Do you believe that a woman nowadays
would die for theobject Of her lover asked a
bachelor friend. II don't know whether she'd
die or not, answered the Benediek; but I've
known her to go wild when the trimming didn't
suit.Aer. Portland Telegraph.
Emily's Future Safety.-'I understand your
Emily is engaged to young Ferdinand, the son of
Mr.. Bullstocks, the wealthy banker" said their
lady visitor. Not now. She was, but received
an offer of marriage from Mr.. Rife Twist. the
celebrated pitcher of the GoOseegg Nine, and we
persuaded her to break the engagement with
Mr.. Bullstoeks, as we desired to see her comfort
ably settled above the possible reach of want
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-05-17
Dangers to the Lacquer Industry.


The Japanese native papers are crying out at
the extinction of the lacquer industry of the
country. The tree from which the varnish is
obtained is disappearing. Formerly, like the
mulberry tree, on which the silk-worm feeds, il
was protected by law. Each family of the upper
classes was obliged 10 rear 100 trees, the middle
classes 20, and the lower classes 40. Since this
law fell into desuetude the cultivation of the
lacquer tree has rapidly declined. The trees
were cut down without care and none We're
planted to replace them, so that they have be
come exceedingly rare, while the price of lacquer
has enormously increased. Similar complaints,
too, are heard of the process of isafforestatio
going on in Japan since the ancient law, which
required every one who cut down a tree TO plant
two in its place, was abolished,
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-05-17
Little Gihin.

Out of the focal and foremost FIRE,
Out of the hospitals wall as dire;
Smitten of grapeshot and gangrene
eighteenth battle and he sixteenth
Spectre, such as you seldom see,
Little Gifin of Tennessee.
Take him and welcome the surgeons said
Little the doctor can help the dead!'
So we took him and brought him where
The balm was sweet in the summer air,
And we laid him down on a wholesome bed
Utter Lazarus, heel to head!
We watched the struggle with bated breath
Skeleton boy against skeleton death;
Months of torture, how many such!
Weary weeks of stick and cruteh;
And still a CLINT of the steeEbiue eye
Told of a spirit that would not die.
And did not; nay, more, in Deaths despite,
The crippled skeleton learned to write;
Dear Mother, - at first, of course, and then
Dear Captain inquiring about the men.
Captains answer 'Of eightyiive
Gifin and l are left alivet'
Word of gloom from the war one day:
Johnston is pressed at the front, they say.
Little Gifin was up and away;
A tear-his Grst-as he babe goodbye,
Dimmed the CLINT of his steel-blue eye.
'IH write if spared There was news Of the figh
But none of Gifin-he did not write.
/ sometimes fancy that were I king
Of the prineely Knights of the Golden Ring,
With the song of the minstrel in mime ear,
And the tender legend that trembles here,
7 would give the best on his bended knee,
The whitest soul of my ehivalry,
For little Gifin Of Tennessee!
Frank Ticknor.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-05-17
THE COLD TEA MAN MOuRNETH.
He Loses a Very Dear Friend and Explains
His Loss.

He Loses a Very Dear Friend and Explains
His Loss.
Pittsburg Chronicle Telegraph.
Nj Goshorn, I'm sorry to see You in this
great affection, remarked the thin man to the
man with the cold tea scheme. prom the bot
tom of my heart | am sorry"
The cold tea man shook his head sadly.
Some near relative7
mo-
"Mot~herinlawl7
The cold tea man sadly shook his head again.
He was buried in profound grief. On his hat
appeared a wide band Of black Grape, his clothes
were dark and of a funeral cut, and the whole
appearance of the cold tea man had a grave yard
cast of character.
What is your Misery continued the thin
man alphabetically. What great loss have
you sustained Not your character, or you'd
not be in such deep mourning. Have you been
playing poker and been seduced by Il Jack pot!
No. sir, . replied the cold tea man.
well, what relative have you lostl7
Il amt lost none g~loomily responded the
mourner.
who are you wearing Grape for, thenF'
queried the thin man.
Bill laconically answered the Grape wearer.
"Bill whoE7
Tariff Bill"
Horizontal Binf' asked the thin man in sur
prise.
That's him."
Was he a friend of yours?'
''fhe greatest friend ! had in the world, > re
spondcd the Cold Tea Man dejcctedly. Not
only my friend, but the friend of everybody.
What does protective tariff do for this country!
1t ruins it. 1t has made us a nation of slaves.
Work and labor stares you in the face on every
hand, and when free American citizens, like you
and | ,, desire to live a life of quiet reelection
the crowd yells, Why don't you go to work,
you loafer' Had this tariff bill passed there
would have been no work, and they couldn't
have yelled. That horizontal reduction
would have knocked the everlasting
s%tuffing out of this labor that is running the
country. What are men constantly breaking
down their systems with! A devotion to bust
ness. Yes, sir; too close an application to work.
The tariff bill would have rectifed all thar. 1t
would have taken away the chance to work and
allowed over-strained constitutions time to recu-
perate. l don't believe in work 'cept round
about lection time. That's the proper time for
an American citizen to take exercise and enough
to last him a whole year. Mr.. Jarphly, have
you twenty-five cents about your nice
clothes!'
Pears to me the turnip crop viii be backward
this year" remarked the thin man, as he saun-
tered out into the street.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-05-17
Gray Tower of Dalmeny.

The lovers are whispering under thy shade,
Gray tower of Dalmeny!
Ileave them and wander alone in the glade
Beneath thee. Dalmeny!
Their thoughts are of all the bright years coming on,
But mine are Of days and dreams that are gone,
They see the fair flowers spring has thrown on the
grass,
And the clouds in the blue light their eyes as they
pass;
But my feet are deep down in a drift Of dead
leaves,
Aud l hear what they hear not, a lone bird that
grieves.
What matter! the end is not far for us all,
And spring, through the summer, to winter must fall;
And the lovers light hearts, cen as mine, will be
laid.
ct last. and forever, low under thy shade,
Gray tower of Dalmeny!'
-Longman's Magazine.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-05-17
Mortgaged His Head.

4 curious dispute between an eminent medical
professor and the relatives of a deceased gentle
man is now being carried on in Russia. 1t APP
pears that the late-lamented some time prior to
his death, finding himself in impeeunious cir
cumstances, entered into a compact with a medi-
cal man. The terms of the agreement were that
the doctor, upon paying a certain sum of money
to the friends of the defunet, should obi ain sole
possession of the skull of the latter. TIL in
rumen was drawn up in legal form and duly
attested, Fortune, however, subsequently
smiled upon the quondam pauper; he became
wealthy, and thus the necessity which prompted
him to his singular bargain no longer existed.
In process of time he was gathered to his faith
ers, whereupon the enthusiastic professor
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-05-17
In State.

Is it the martins or katydids!-
Early morning or late at night2
A dream, perhaps, kneeling down on the lids
Of a dying mans eyesisht.
Over and over I heard the rain
Over and over I walked tn see
The blaze of the lamps as again and again
Its stare insuled me.
Time is so long when a man is dead!
Some one sews; and the room is made
Very clean; and the light is shed
Soft through the window-shade.
Yesterday I thought: IL know
just how the bells will sound, and how
Friends will talk. and the sermon go,
And the hearse horse bow and bowl
This is to-day: and l have no thing
To think ef-nothing whatever TO do
But to hear the throb of the pulse of a wing
That wants to fly back to you,
James Whiteomb Riley.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-05-17
Anecdotes of Charles O'Conor.

New York Commercial Advertiser.
Walking up town one afternoon in company
of Judge William Kent, son of the great chan
eellor, the conversation had turned on religion.
Said Judge Kent: 'OConor, how a man of your
ability and clearness of vision can subscribe to
certain of the dogmas of your church, is, 1 con
sess, a mystery to my understanding" "Sir,"
responded OConor, "a gentleman never changes
either the church or the politics into which he
was born The ingenuity of this answer at
once shut off discussion which might have bred a
GOODNESS between warm friends.
The other anecdote was a remark Of Mr..
OConor's made to Mr.. Emmett, the eminent
rounsel, that he, O'Conor, had never read a law
book through. He qualified the remark by
stating that he only read law with a specific end
in view, and that a great deal Of the matter in
the books he knew as by an intuition owing to
the logical turn of his mind.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-05-17
At the Door.

/ Thought myself indeed secure
SO fast the door, so firm the lock-
But. To- he toddllng comes TO lure
Ny parent ear with timorous knock,
My heart were stone, could it withstand
The sweetness of my haby's plea
That tilnorgus baby knocking and
please let me in-it's only me-"
] threw aside tn unfinished book,
Regardless of its tempting charms,
And opening wide the door, l took
My laughing darling in my arms.
Who knows but in Eternity.
l, like a truant child. shall wait
The glories of a life to be,
Beyond the Heavenly Fathers gate
And will that Heavenly Father heed
The truant's supplicating cry,
As at the outer door l plead
It's !, o Father! only IF'
Eugene Field, in Chicago Current.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-05-17
Banking in the metropolis.

2 TTTN GUIIs
A tolorably well-known banker, these being
troublous times, betook himself, last week, TO
his brokers and gave them an order to sell stocks
short for his account, explaining that he was
aware of IA heavy defalcation on the part Of the
manager of a bank, which would presently be
made public, and which could not fail to depress
the market.
Yesterday he called upon his brokers and told
them to cover his shorts and go iong Of matters
generally for him, as the dedication would not
occur.
Il was myself the banker, he explained, who
was to default, but my family has been around,
and the thing is fixed up.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-05-17
Question of Consangujnity.


DetrOfb ltnleh-
Mamma" said a little Woodward-ayenue girl
coming in from play one day last week. Il want
to say my prayers and have it done"
The mother consented and the little one be-
gan: Oar Father which art in heaven'-mam-
ma, why don't 1 say Our Neither which art in
heavenF"
Because we have no mother in heaven. . was
the Protestant reply.
But / have heard of our mother in heavens. .
Eyes, but that is Christ's mother, the Virgin
Mary
'.Bnt isn't she our mother, too?'
No, my deaR."
Perhaps She is our grandmother
''No, she isn't our grandmother"
well, what relation is she to us, anyhow
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-05-17
A Hymn of Faith.

Deep amid life's Joys and SORROWS,
Glad to-days and sad to~-morrows,
From the cradle to the tomb,
There's a light hat e'er diseloses
To the pilgrim beds of roses
Light of faith to cheer the gloom.
Dark may be the path, and dreary,
Sad the heart may be, and weary,
And despair enshroud the whole;
But, within the darkest places,
Beams the light of angel faces
Angels of faith to cheer the soul.
So, whate'er of pain or pleasure,
What of loss or what of treasure,
To each human lot may fall,
Let us take it, accomplishing,
Filled with faith in Him who, r~eiguing,
Sits as God and judge DER all.
b. X. Higinbothanl,
ANKFoRT, Ind.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-05-17
rho Fashion in Sunsets.

New YORK SnnGay Courier.
"What has become of our wonderful crimson
sunsets, | wonder" said Tom.
''Why, replied Laura, thoughtfully, lookine
up from the Bazra, Il suppose they have all gong
out of style. Everything is very quiet and ele-
CANT this spring. / knew those winter sunsets
were too high-colored to last long. They might
do for the evening" she said presently, in a re
Elective mood, but they were too loud for the
street.
And bending over the description Of a new
walking suit, she did not see Tom, fallen from
his chair, staring wildly at her, and painfully
gasping for breath.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-05-17

The had no wealth of flowing tresses;
She had no wendfous store of tim;
Her hair and purse, the bard eonfesses,
Were rather thin.
She had no soulensnaring Chances,
And in ner cheek was ne'er a di1nple;
She stirred no poet errant fancies,
And looked half simple.
But yet she won the hearts of all men,
Aud had more offers in a week
From good and bad, from short and tall men,
Than Fame can speak.
You wonder. then. what was her dower9
Well. | will try to tell You, briefly;
1t was her taffy-giving power,
Foremost and chiefly.
Harvard Lampoon,
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-05-17
Rnin Wroneht in the Fnrast.

How depressing it is to see acres Of trees cut
down in the midst of a noble forest. How sad
dening it is also to see that thin spot in the midst
of your otherwise abundant hair. Stop it at
once by the use of Parker's Hair Balsam. For
actual efficiency this famous article stands at the
head of its class. Elegant for the toilet, deli
eious in odor, and restores the original color to
gray or faded hair. Economical. as a slight, oc-
casonal application keeps the hair and scalp in
perfect order.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-05-17
A Study i'll Physics.
Boston Globe

A bright miss of three summers was seated
beside her father at the dinner table. She was
full of mischief, and her father finally said to
her: 'Dotty, if you don't behave better | shall
have to spank you" The little one remained in
deep thought for a few moments aud then an
swered, with a saucy twinkle in her eyes: 90
tant, pa; is sittin' on it,
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-05-17
Loves Resurrection Day.

Round among the quiet graves,
When the sun was low,
Love wont ~grieving-Love who saves
Did the sleepers know!
AT his touch the flowers awoke,
At his tender call
Birds into sweet singing broke,
And it did befall
From the blooming, bursting sod
All Loves dead arose,
And went flying up to God
By a way Love knows.
Chandler Moulton, in June Harper.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-05-17

claimed his bond, and declined to accept none
tary compensation on its being refused him. An
appeal is to be made TO the courts to settle the
question of ownership.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-05-17

A CAREFUL comparison of DR.. Prices Special
in the market, will convince any person that for
strength and delicacy of flavor, DIR. Prices is far
superior. While the other f1avorings have a dis
agreeable, turpentiny taste and odor, Dr.. Prices
is as natural as the fruits from which they are
made.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-05-17
The pelieacies OF the Season.

DVTIOII IIIHVEs
They tell a story in local and superior court
circles of a young married man who called at Il
stall in the market the other day and said;
How much are your partridges3'
we haven't any. sir, replied the butcher,
'Then give me three pounds of liver
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-05-17
Those Complaining

OF sore throat or hoarseness should use Bro-~rs
Bronchial Troehes. The effect is extro .rd;n rv
particularly when used by singer and speai -
Or clearing the voice. ives
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-05-17

Endorsements from leading authorities. Medi-
cal and Dental, claim Wards Cream of Chalk
the best.