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The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-10-18
The Prominent Citizen.

Detroit Free Press.
He was supposed to be worth a hundred thou
sand dollars, and he hattered himself that when
he slept an hour later than usual in the morning
all the business of the city waited for him to get
out of bed. When a letter arrived a few days
ago demanding his presence in New England for
three or four weeks he hesitated to go, He
knew Just how broken up the city would be, and
he had his fears that nothing would be done
in the paving line, and that all building would at
once stop dead still.
However, the prominent citizen at length de-
cided to go. and he got off quietly. Nobody
rushed out to stop him and beg him to put off his
journey, and as far as he has since learned the
council has passed no resolutions of regret. He
returned the other evening, and great WAS his
surprise to find the city still here. 1t hadn't
strayed or been stolen. The city hall hadn't
tumbled down, and ne couldn't find grass grow
ing in any Of the business streets. This was bad
enough, but as he walked up street he met a
friend who called out:
Hello! Blank, going awayY"
mo, sir. l have just returned from a months
trip to New England"
'Indeedl Why, l hadn't even missed you
A few steps further on he encountered an
other, who was still more surprised to hear that
he had been absent, and added;
And the papers didn't even mention the fact!'
The prominent citizen reached home to find
everything running as smoothly and satisfac-
torily as when he left. 1t was a great shock to
him., but the climax came when he was called to
the door to see a humble looking man who said:
you know 1 was talking with you three or
four days ago about trimming up your trees, and
The promint citizen had returned. What Of
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-10-18
Editor Dana's Urockery Craze.

Letter in Philadelphia Record.
met Mr.. Dana, of the Sun, in q bric-a -brac
shop the other day looking at some fine porcelain,
with an eye to purchase. But there is very little
that Mr.. Dana buys of the sort nowadays. HIS
collection is so very nearly complete that there
is not much that he can add too it to make it
any better. A we'll known dealer told me the
other day that Mr.. Danas collection of porcelains
was the finest in the country. He has a special
liking for the Hawthorne pattern in
porcelain, which is one OF the most de-
sired by collectors. To the average man
or woman a piece of tho finest Hawthorne
looks very little better than An ordinary ginger
jar; it is the SAM shape, and the decoration is
in blue on "a white ground, You can get a gin
ger jar filed with ginger for 81 or $50 at the
most, but you can't get the Hawthorne jar fer
less than $500, and one particular one that Mr.
Dana has, the coloring of which is especially ad-
mired by collectors, cost him So, 500. If was on
exhibition. with some of Mr.. Dana's other porce-
lain, at the Loan Exhibition held here last win
ter 1t certainly was a beautiful piece of porce-
lain, but So, 800 is a great deal of money for SO
small and so brittle a thing. But when a man
who has the means of gratifying such a taste as
this once gets the fever there is no price at
which he will stop to possess what he wants.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-10-18
Attainment.

Tho tree Of Faith is bare, dry boughs must shed
That nearer heaven the living ones may climb:
The false must fail, though from our shores of tim
Tho old lament be heard. Great Pan is dead"
That wall Of Errors from his high place hurled,
This sharp recoil is evil undertrod,
Our times unrest, and angel sent of God
Troubling with life the waters of the world.
Even az they list the winds of the Spirit blow
To turn or break our century-rusted vanes;
Sands shift and waste, the rock alone remains
Where led of Heaven the strong tides come and go,
And storm clouds rent by thunderbolt and wind
Leave, free of mist, the permanent stars behind.
Therefore l trust, although TO outward sense
Both true and false seem threatened; | will hold
With newer light my reverence for the old,
And calmly wait tho births of Providence.
No gain is lost, the clear-eyed saints look down
Untroubled on the wreck of schemes and creedsi
Love yet remains, its rosary of good deeds
Counting in task-feld and o'erpeopled town,
Truth has chalm'd life; the Inward Word survives
And, day by day, its revelation brings;
Faith. hope, and charity, whatsoever things
Which can not be shaken, stand. Still holy lives
Reveal the Christ OF whom the letter told,
And the new Gospel verifes the old.
John G. Whittier, in Andover Review.
OAK KNOLL, DanyeFs.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-10-18
HUMOR OF TIL DAY.

"Yes,' remarked a ~landlady, sit costs money
to get knives sharpened every week, but its
cheaper than buying tender meat
THE bones of Red Jacket" read Mrs Pima
phor, with a puzzled expression. IF a red
jacket is anything like a corset, they must be
whalebones. "-fJorristown Herald
1t has been discovered that accordions were
invented before the Christian era. This fact
makes it all the more remarkable that a Chris
tian era should have ever NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.
Herald.
Little boy to juvenile neighbor-"My pas a
Christian an reads the Bible every day an prays
to God; does yournF Nav" Indignantly my
ladders a Democrat and swears by General
Jackson"
SIS land high in Vermont asked a spacu-
lator of an old Green Mountain farmer. You
just bet 1t ISL was the reply. ''If the trees
wasn't SO stunted, the clouds couldn't get by
at all!'-Buriington Free Press.
Doctor-"You see, wiley dear, 1 have pulled
my patient through, after all; a very critical
case, [ can tell you!" His wife-''Yos, dear
hubby, but then you are so clever in your pro
fession. All! if had only known you five years
earlier l feel certain my first husband-my poor
Tholnas-would have been saved!'
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AnSellno.

Years did 1 vainly seek the good Lords grace
Prayed, tasted and did penance dire and dreadI
Did kneel with bleeding knees and rainy face,
And mouth the dust, with ashes on my head;
Yea, still. with knotted scourge the flesh I fayed,
Rent fresh the wounds, and moaned and shriebed
insanely;
And froth oozed with the ~pleadings that made
And yet I prayed on vainly, vainly, vainlyl
A time, from out a swoon, lifted eye,
To find wretched ~outcast, gray and grim,
Bathing my brow, with many a pitying sigh,
And [ did pray Gods grace might rest on him.
Then, 10! a gentle voice fellon mine ears
''Thou shalt not sob in suppliance hereafter;
Take up thy prayers and wiring them dry of tears,
Aud lift them, white and pure with love and
laughterl"
So is it now for all men else I pray;
So is it L am blest and glad Away.
james Whitcomb Riley.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-10-18
A Perennial Mrs. Bardeli.

London Letter IN San Francisco Chronicle.
An old lady, Mackleton by name, living in a
pretty detached house at Bayswater, is %continu-
ally making applications to the magistrates for
warrants 10 arrest noblemen and gentlemen Of
wealth and position on charges OF bigamy. AS
a matter Of fact, the old lady has never been
married, but enjoys handsome property which
she inherited from her father upwards of forty
years ago. 1t is very funny to listen to THIS old
dame as she gravely relates to the magistrates
how my Lord this or the Earl Of that married
her fifty years ago in the Isle of Man, resided
with her for three weeks in a castle, which she
processes to own, in the middle of the island,
and subsequently deserted her. With much
apparent accuracy she will then give the date Of
her would be victims marriage and numerous
particulars as to his family, aud wind up de-
manding that an officer be sent then and there
to arrest him. They are, however, good natured
toward the old dame at the courts and usually
give her a piece of blue paper and tell her to 60
and execute the warrant herself. After this
she goes quietly home and it may be a month or
two before she comes again for another warrant
for q more or less distinguished momber Of
society
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-10-18
The Mourning Dove.

Listenl Avoice of tears from the wooded hill,
Now broken and lost, now waking its plant ane4<1
/ heard it In summers youth, l hear it still:
WHO, who, who9"
Only this; but I catch at the slender clew,
And follow it back till l reach the heart of q song:
"Who, who, who delays thee so long!'
"Who meets thee amid the ~rustling full cared maize
Who. where the trees of strength the'r ripeness strew
Or whore the willow above her mirror sways9
Who, who, who2
Who and wherelI call thee, the long day through;
Como thou ~wouldst, if thy love as thy wings were
strong
Who, who, who delays thee so longF'
1T Is the wild doves vanishing note I hear.
She sits her nest. and darkness and sun and dew
Touch her soft throat. but never to utteranee clear:
Who who, whol'
Only this; but catch at the slender clew,
And follow it back till | reach the heart Of a wrong:
"Who, who, who delays thee so longl"
Edith NJ. Thomas, in the Critic,
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-10-18
Communion.

I sat beside my happy hearth,
And vet in paths of dole and dearth
With YOU l wander in the earth.
[ look in eyes with love ashine,
ioin the dance, 1 taste the wine,
l pray, and yet from song or shrine
With you, dear heart, in thought I go,
In all your wanderings to and fro,
Where fierce suns shine and fierce winds blow.
[ feel the bitter storms that beat
Upon your head; the rain and sleet,
And all the thorns beneath your feet.
I shiyer with your cold; 1 weep
Your tears. and, while they say I sleep,
With your dead dreams my watch | keep.
With all your burdens do | cope:
[ pray your prayers; with you | hope,
In ali your darkness, love, l grope.
I share with you all dread and dole,
The waters of despair that roll
Above you vepwhel my soul.
Your smallest choosing is my choice;
In all your triumphs l rejoice
In all your songs lift mp my voice.
So. on the sea and on the land,
I stand in spirit where you stand.
And in the spirit clasp your hand.
And still beside my hearth, tits true,
I live my hfe-sU must | do;
And yet, dear heart, God knows-and you3
-Csrlotta Perry
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-10-18
An Honest
Tho Graphic.

T--
What a magnificent sight this is" observed
the editor as he looked out of the Office window
upon the torchlight procession. How the mar
tia strains stir my soul! What is the meanin g
of this imposing array?"
cit is the parade of the other side. They have
a mass meeting tonight replied the city edi-
tor.
A few minutes afterward the editor made an
editorial paragraph to the effect that the riff
raft of the city, the off-scum. the rag-tag and
bob tail were out in force last night, making the
streets hideous with their yells. If the police
had understood their duties the entire mob
would have been arrested"
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-10-18
Jellies as Food.

Popular Science Monthly.
The separation of %jellies is an operation of
cookery, and one that deserves more attention
than it receives. L shall never forget the rahat
lakoum which l once had the pleasure of eating
in the kitchen of the seraglio of STEAMBOAT, in
the absence at the summer palace of the Sultana
and the other ladies for whom it was prepared.
Its basis was the pure pectose of many fruits,
the inspissated juices of grapes, peaches, pine
apples, and l know not what others. The sher-
bet was similar, but liquid. Well may they
obey the prophet and abstain from the grosser
connections that we call wine when such am
brosial nectar as this is supplied in it's PLACED 1t
is to imperial tokay as tokaY IS TO table beer!
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-10-18
What Is Poetry?

What is poetryR you ask;
While your blue eyes smiling look
Through my soul-their open book.
Can you aske All, sweet, to me
You are poetry.
HER LOOK.
To-day the earth and the heavens broad
Smile and SPARKLE from pole to pole.
The sun shines down in the depths of my soul,
With light that shall last through eternity.
To-day 1 saw her-she looked at me-
To-day l believe in God.
HER KISS.
For one of your looks the world well lost;
For one of your smiles, Heavens dearest bliss.
For one of your kissesl All. me, the cost!
What should I give for your kiss-your kiss1
WHERE GOES LovEf
Signs are air and return to air,
Tears are water@tO water flow.
Now, tell me. woman, where does love go
When love is forgotten-ah, where-ah, wherei
From the Spanish of A. Begner.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-10-18
A LOST DEVIL.
A Tramp Euchered Out of His Ownership In
a Gentleman with Horns and Tail.

a Gentleman with Horns and Tail.
Detroit Times,
81 don't know jest what it was as told me to
go to church in Detroit last Sunday. l hadn't
been to such a place since l left the neck O.
woods. years an years ago, but all at once it
seemed to me as eff I'd orter gO-an' l went. l
wish l hadn't. l s'posed. of course, evry thing
would be jest the same. Well, sir, | couldn't tell
you how it was. or what | saw there, eff it was
to save my life, | only knowed as how it was
altogether a new deal, as far as 1 was in the
game, and that the Teller as shuffied the cards
must have put up a very scaly job on me. The
only place as | could work in a play was where
the clergyman-thatis a big word-tried to tell
me about the new style of heaven, an hell. an
his dude devil, and that only happened once
in all the hull course of the game. All the
rest of the playin' was dead aginst me, an l
couldn't catch on. He said a good deal about
suthin' as he called advanced thought but l
didn't hold a card as would take it up. He got
the lead on me at the very start Oft an kept it
right through to the end of the game. He came
at me with the ace of suthin' as he called the
'beneficence of the Infinite, but l couldn't match
it with the Jesus loves even me- ten spot as |
had brought with me from the old meetin' house,
an had to pass. The only trump card as | had
in my hand was the king of 1t is easier for a
camel to pass through the eye of a needle than
for a rich man to enter into the kingdom Of
heaven l had taken a pile of comfort in that
card when had gene to bed on a cold winter
night IN an aSholn, with my recoiiecKsnun OF
the old truckle bed as my only blanket, an l
laid it down in last Sundays game
with a good deal of satisfacksun.
You see, I knowd as how it was
a trump, an reckoned it'd bring me in suthin,.
Well, sir. that Clergyman sort of wiuked at me
over the top of his gold-rimmed spectacles as he
gathered in my only trump with the right bower
of Wealth is the great lever of the universe,
and without it we become, very properly. but
the oarsmen who pull others into power Well,
that settled the hull bizness. | couldn't play
at that sort of a game, so l threw up my hand,
and went out of that church without winning a
trick. That new-fangled clergyman had not only
euchred me outen what he was talkin' about, but
had stolen my personal devil an my mothers
harp. A devil with a white necktie and swaller-
tsil coat amt no sort of company for me, an |
know | never could be satisfied with a choir of
four singers an a big pipe organ in heaven"
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Immortality.

"What shall I do to be forever known?"
Thy duty ever.
This did full many who yet sleep unknown.
Oh, never. neverl
Thinkst thou perchanee that they remain unknown
Whom thou know'st moth
BY angel trumps IN heaven their praise is blown;
Divine their lot.
'sWhat shall I do to gain eternal lfel"
Discharge Alright
The simple dues with which each day is rife.
Yea, with thy might.
Ere perfect scheme Of action thou devise
Will life be fed:
WhiIo he who ever acts as conscience cries,
Shall live, though dead.
Schiller.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-10-18
Was Not a Candidate.

P%ittsburg ChronicIe,
why, Jeremiah J%arphly!7 angrily exclaimed
Mrs. Jarphly, as her husband came trailing into
the house covered with mud and oil, the other
evening, having assisted in a torchlight process
sion, where did you get that mud on you9"
Been parradin', been par radin'. Martha; that's
all. Patriotism, S'mrs. Jarphly, patriotism.
jeremiah, but where did you get covered with
mud! You are not a candidate for the presi-
dency."
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-10-18

Paris letter in Newark Advertiser,
We are to have q show of feet and hands in
Paris. In the meantime Vienna has got the
start in the "Nose Exhibition which is called
"zarzography.' The classes include "long.r
straight ''aquiline,T broad divided"
'aeshy,n 'upturned," white" "red," and
blue Ali these have their language, like
flowers, and indicate genius. energy, adventure,
audacity, diplomacy, Wit, science, envy, hatred,
malice, and all uncharitableuess A tip-tilted
knocker suggests j~oviality.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-10-18
His Slippery Glass Eve,

''The Squire, says the author of '"The Hoos-
Ter Schoolmaster - 'wore one glass eye and a
wig. The glass eye was constantly slipping out
of focus, and the wig turning around sideways
on his head whenever he addressed the people of
the Flat-creek district Sad spectacle. Par
ker's Hair Balsam preserves and promotes the
growth of the natural hair. II also restores The
natural color to hair which has ftded or become
gray. Clean, elegant, beneficial, highly por-
fumed.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-10-18
What He Got.


Atlanta Constitution.
Fitzgoober bought a ticket in the lottery last
month, and up to the day of drawing he was
positive of getting the capital prize.
The eventful day arrived, and his wife was
alarmed at seeing him rushing madly home.
What's the matteri" she gasped.
"I-I-got It'll" gasped Fitz.
"Got WHAT"
'Don-don't you remember the lottery ticketr
81 do" cried the excited woman, what did
you getg7
Got disappointed, y sadly answered Fitz.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-10-18

the only strength Of which lies in its pretty ex-
terror, the scroll work ornaments and its gilded
cornices. The grumbler alone looks sadly on and
murmurs that he is compelled to choose between
the busted gilt of the past and the Gilded dust of
the present He alone signs for the pure gold
the rugged metal of thought burned pure Of
dross in the crucible Of expression.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-10-18
The Flour of the Family.


Tonkers Statesman.
You were down to see Miss Fussanfeather
last nj 1t. Charlie, weren't your said little
Mollie Crimsonbeak to her elder brother.
How do you know where l wasF replied the
young man, a little provoked.
We'll, didn't hear you tell papa yesterday
that she was the -four of the family"
well, suppose you didf
We'll, went on the little girl timidly, draw
ing nearer and brushing the lapel of her brothers
coat; Il see some of her has rubbed off on your
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-10-18
No Difference.

'The politician spoke in husky tones, wasthe
words the reporter wrote.
THE politician spoke in whisky tones" was
how the cOinpositor set it up.
Same thing" was what the proof-reader re
marked when he saw it.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-10-18

van Dyke, In tue Crltlc.
literature seem to be enjoying the airy end of
the see-saw; an appreciative audience applaud;
their senses are delighted by both picture and
poem. The critic sings peans of praise un-
mixed, and the reviewer draws no bow to shoot
this folly as it flies. Every ono seems pleased
except a few cynical fogies who sit idly by and
dare to doubt the enduring power of that house,
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-10-18
What 1t Was,
Atlanta Constitution.

Atlanta constitution.
my dear brothers and sisters" continued the
minister, winding up his farewell sermon; you
have no idea what is pressing next my heart, it
feels
II know broke in a lad.
"What is itY' smilingly asked the clergyman.
Your liver padF yelled the boy; hits got
loose, an is rubbing the wrong spot!
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-10-18

Montana Sun.
A gentleman coming from Butte City to Grid
ley the other day saw a small pond, the water of
which was more or less agitated. He investi-
gated, and found the pool to be swarming with
! fish of the perch and sucker species. He killed
| twenty-four in less than ten minutes with a bug
tgy whip. Tbs shortest measured thirteen
inches.
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Latest Boston Agony.

san Francisco Post.
'No, said Mrs. Highfight, "now that Sunday
breakfasts are so fashionable, l really don't get
time to attend church any more; but | send one
of the servants to sit in the pew and put my
card on the plate. [ understand it's all the go
now in Bostin0U
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-10-18

Rutland Herald
This is the season of the year when the yonug
lady who is so delicate that she can do nothing
to assist her mother about the household duties
can tramp about over the hills half a day at a
time in company with a broken-down dude, in
search after dead leaves and withered ferns.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-10-18

IT is rumored that the sale of DR.. Bulls Cough
Syrup has taken such dimensions that the pro
prietors are unable to supply all orders. We ad-
wise our druggists to prepare themselves for all
emergencies, as the people rely on them for this
valuable remedy.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-10-18

400 Doses One Dollar is true only of Hoods
Sarsaparilla. and it is an unanswerable argu-
Rent as to strength and economy.
Eureka daily sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1871-1887, 1884-11-20
THE NEXT LEeIsLArURE.


A List Of Elected State Senators and
AssembIymen.
Following are the names OF the members
OF the Senate and Assembly which is 70
convene at Carson next Winter, % far a.
known:
Storey-J. M. Taylor, D. B. Lyman and
E. D. Boyle.
Washoe- P. N. Marker and H. L. Fish,
Ormsby-H. G. Parker and E. Williams.
Lyon-W. ]. Westerfield.
Douglas-H. F. Dangberg.
Churchill Charles Kaiser.
Humboldt-S. B. P. Pierce.
Elko-J. H. Dennis and J. W. Powell.
Esmeralda-J. B. Gallagher.
Eureka-M. D. Foley and DR.. G. II.
Thoma.
Nye-A. Maute.
Iander-John Smythe.
White Pine-Robert ID. Briggs.
Lincoln-J. Poujade.
All are Republicans except Dennis,
Smythe, Westerfield, Dangberg and Pierce.
ASSEMBLY.
Storey-Bernard Armbeust, John Young,
Charles Harper, ]. p. Flanningham, ].
D. Reese. George l.. Hawkes., John L.
Hanna, William Mcmillan, N. G. An
drews and James Langan.
Washoe-T. F. Laycock, D. Allen and
E. Griswold
Ormsby-G. N. Folsom, A.. Helm and
George A. Tyrrell.
Lyon. O. Birmingham and G.. I.
Leavitt.
Eureka-Jack Godfrey. J. L. Smith and
G. M. Fassett.
Esmeralda-A. G. McAfee and H. Mar
den.
Douglas-A. s. Williams.
LANDER. r. Williamson, E. T. George
and l.. W. Getchell.
Churchill-W. II. A. Pike.
Humboldt. s. Archer, Andrew West
fall and G.. f. Turrittin.
Elko-Tie vote. w. j. Hanks and r. P.
Hamill.
White Pine-Sam Liddle and A. T.
Stearn.
Lincoln-C. F. Meyers and Henry Rice.
Nye-John Gooding and J. A. Stroh.