The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-09-19

ed clerk in goods store by asking him if he was
in earthly existence He thought she meant to re-
prove him for being dsraught, and replied by way
of apology that the weather was SO frightfuly hot
that he was nigh melted oh if you feel the heat
she remarked, you're what you seem to be. merely
didn't wish to fool away any time with spirit when
out shopping
ANincident of the advance by General Butler with
the Eighth Massachusetts, Regimentto Washington IN
1861 the obtaining of pilot for the boat which
was to convey the troops from Havre de Grace to
Annapolis. Not volunteer could be secured; but a
competent man was found, and to him Butler said:
Il understand you are an expert pilot in this bay
You will steer US to Annapolis If you us ashore,
we shall run you up" The voyage had no mishap.
TAKE large freestone peaches, halve them; then
place them fat side down in pan in which enough
of equal quantities of lard and butter sufficient for the
purpose have been heated; let them cook gradually
until the fat sides or cut sides are nicely Drowned;
turn them and fill the seed cup with granuated sugar;
let them fry until thoroughly cooked and then lift
them without splitting the syrup, and serve hot. This
makes very pretty and certainly very rich dish
VIsooMTE DE BRMoNT, who made an immense for
tune by the manufacture of champagne, took it into
his head to adopt child and selected from number
presented for inspection by the mother of convent
very pretty little girl named Catherine Ryboldi whose
father was Italian laborer working in England To
this child the Vscome bequeathed his estate and the
attempt the part of his family to break the will has
failed. To his wife, from whom he had habitually
lived apart, the Count left only $25, 900.
WOMAN juror of Wyoming Territory was asked
by another to write in her album She wrote:
They talk about womans sphere
As though it had limit;
There's not place in earth or heaven,
There's not a task to mankind giyent
There's not blessing or woe,
There's not whispered yes no,
There's not a life, or death, or birth,
That has a feathers weight of worth,
Without woman in it. =
AN English critic who has been describing the
genesis Of the famous ballad 'tAuld Robin Gray"
says that Lady Anne Lindsay, who it. told her
little sister day that she was writing ballad and
was expressing her heroine with all manner of mis-
fortunes. II have already sent her Jamie to sea,
broken her fathers arm, made her mother fall sick
and given her Aud Robin Gray for lover but, poor
thing wish to add another misfortune to her in Eve
lines" Then steal her (cow), piped up her lit
tie sister, and accordingly the COW was stolen and the
ballad completed
SOMEBODY in Washington has just unearthed the
following good story told at the expense of Comptro
Ter Lawrence. He was arguing an appeal before the
supreme Court last winter in the course of which he
quoted decision quite unfamiliar to the members Of
the court Pardon me- Judge, interrupted Justice
Wood blandly. What is your authority for thata'
Lawrence l. !" was the rather hesitating reply. His
embarrassment not lessened at the litter which
ran through the room bluff old Justice Gray ex.
claimed soto We'll, if that isn't cheek III
be - r. The Comptroller had been quoting from
his own decisions.
This is the wicked story they are telling about Mon
sgnor Capel and the incorrgible Billy Florence
They have been friends for number of years. and
they met recently in the streets of Chicago. when
Florence asked the Monsgnor if he in the habit
of attending the theater intending to invite him in
case of an affirmative reply. NO said Monsignor
Capel 1T has been twenty -four years since attended
theater, and cannot conscientionsy bring myself
to patronize place where the devil is preached .
Mr. Florence protested that the Monsignor placed
false estimate the theatrical profession. aAh,
no. replied Monsignor Capel, with sad smiles "you
people sincere enough; you don't know it, but you
preach the devil all the same" well your Grace"
inquired Florence with great urbanity which is
worse preaching the devil from the stage without
knowing it. or preaching Christ crucifed from the
pulpit without believing itF Both are reprehensi.
bic, replied Monsignor Cape and bowling stifiy, he
went his way.