The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-03-08

arrived I~ndianapoEtans referred TO three or
four paragraphs back. | mentioned some facts
of history, which Judge Rand stated differently
from me. l knew that l was right, because /
had been making the thing a special study, and
therefore, with a medesty and a reserved force
for which l have to blow my own trumpet) [
''held in my horses The next day l met Judge
r., and he said: "After you went away, last
night, looked up that point, and found that L
was mistaken; but it's the only time ] ever made
a mistake in my life, and you may write and ask
Hines if it isn't sou mo" l replied, 81 will
write to General Ben Harrison, for Hines is a
relative of mine, and might not be impartial"
Don't you do il" responded quickly the Judge,
for | do not take any stock in Ben"
A few days afterward l asked Gov. Hendricks:
What are Judge Rands p~Olitics9" The Gov
ernor turned to me with a smile on his face,
but with a most emphatic tone of voice, and
said: He is is the worst kind of a Democrat. ,
I wish the Journal office had some italic type
lit had none five years ago), for l would like to
underscore that word worst, " just as Gov. Hen
bricks pronounced it. To return to our dinner
on Pompeii flor, remember, we were not in the
city, but over i'll. we thus passed a most agree
able hour talking over old times and friends, and
| actually forgot that l was surrounded by Dem
ocrats, and only thought of them as my fellow
countrymen, and Qast, but by no means least
my fellow-countrywoman We did have two
with us who We're not from the United States,
but we naturalized them and fraternized with
them for the time being. They were Mr.. and
Mrs. s., from Montreal. Mrs. S. is a bright,
cultured Polish lady, whose slight accent lent
and interest and set off her graces of manner.
Judge r. had seen some orange trees laden with
the golden apples of the Hesperides, close to the
house, and said that he wanted IAN orange
which had grown over old Pompeii." So l told
Marienina what the gentleman desired, and she
went out and soon returned with a large branch
broken from the tree, on which clustered a dozen
of the big, luscious, golden fruit. The sur
roundings of the Bay of Naples are stocked with
the finest orange orchards, but we don't eat
them here until April and May; and | cautioned
the Judge, saying that an apple which is ripe IN
November no one would think of eating in Au-
gust. The Judge said that, when he was a boy,
August would be Just the time that he would
eat the apple. So the Judge ate the orange, and
the result was that in about an hour he wished
that he had some of Mrs. Winslowis soothing
syrup for children teething."
However, before the orange had taken effect,
we left the peasants house. We all were saying
goodbye to M~arienina, and Mr.. Hendricks was
taking his last look at the pretty, black-eyed,
ruddy peasant girl, when the Judge, not fancy
ing our prosaic farewell, most calmly approached
her and, before Marienina was aware of it. i'm
pressed a kiss upon her cheek. This was delib-
erately done, lin the presence of witnesses"
and the blushing girl and the calm Judge
formed as pretty a contrast as l have seen this
many a day. "Well." said I, Judge, 1 shall
also write that to Hines" Fire away" said
the imperturbable Judge, Il guess you can't
hurt me there"
We all returned to Naples after a most enjoya-
bic day. Governor Hendricks and party have
since gone to Rome, and doubtless will ere many
months report themselves in good health at In
dianapolis. Governor Hendricks bought some
beautiful bronze vases at Naples that have not
their equal in the West; but | am sure that he
'and his companions will carry back no pleasant
err souvenir OF Italy than their day in Pompeii.