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The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-05-03
The Tyrant, Habit.

1Ouln companion.
The Emperor William is man OF exceedingly
economical habits, and the study lamp on his
work table is simple oil lamp of pattern such
as since the introduction of petroleum lamps
can hardly be met with on the table of the
humblest citizen of Berlin. But it was not
economy that accounts for the fact, 80 much
as the difficulty which an old man has in chang
ing habit. The explanation is given by the
British American Register
The Emperor has for years been accustomed to
screw down the wick whenever he ceases writ
ing or reading or leaves the room. When the
petroleum lamps finally came into general use,
the Emperor's valet, Krause, bought one and
put it on the work table.
True to his habit, his imperial master screwed
down the wick on leaving off writing; and, as a
matter Of course, the room was soon filed with
an insupportable smoke, which greatly affected
the nose and eyes of the monarch, and necessi-
tated the opening of doors and windows.
Krause finally volunteered the remark mo,
your Majesty, that sort of lamp will not suit"
But what are we to do, Krauseg Had we
better get our oil lamp back againa You know
my eyes are weaker and require brighter
light"
made with an extra large burner, so as to do
away with petroleum altogether"
"Quite right, Krause, let us try it."
And Krause got lamp of the old pattern, had
the burner enlarged to an almost colossal size,
green glass shade added to it, and to this day,
the new lamp, defying all innovations, asserts
its place of honor on the work table of the most
dilligent Of all monarchs
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-05-03
A Baby Eskimo sharp-shooter.

Lieutenant schwatka. in May st. Nicholas.
One of the first toys that little Eskimo has
is small bow of whalebone light wood; and
sitting on the end of the snow bed he shoots his
toy arrows. under the direction of his father or
mother, or some one who cares to play with him.
at something on the other side of the snow
house. This is usually small piece of boiled
meat of which he is very fond, stuck ir crack
between the snow blocks; and if he hits it, he is
entitled to eat it as reward, although the little
fellow seldom needs such announcement to
stimulate him in his plays, SO lonesome and long
the dreary winter days in which he lives
buried beneath the snow. .-s>i
Thesetoy arrows are pointed with pins; but
he is also. furnished with blunt arrows, and
whenever some fnquisitive dog pokes his head in
the igloo door, looking around for a stray piece
of meat or blubber to steal, the little Eskimo
if he shoots straight, will hit him upon the nose
or head with one of the blunt arrows, and the
dog will beat hasty retreat. In this sense, the
little Eskimo boy has plenty of targets to shoot
at, for the lgloO door is nearly always filed with
the heads of two or three dogs watching the
baby's mother closely; and if she turus her head
or back for moment, they will make rush to
steal something and to get out as soon as poss-
BILE before she can pound them on the head.
dogs, the little marksman is liable to get, by all
odds. the worst of the encounter. He is too
small to be noticed, and the first big dog that
rushes by him knocks him over; the next prob
ably rolls him off the bed to the floor another
upsets the lamp full of oil on him; and while he
is reeking with OIL another big dog, taking him
for a sealskin full of blubber, tries to drag him
OUT, when his mother happens to rescue him
after she has accidentally pommeled him two or
three times with the club with which she is
striking at the dogs; and if it were not for his
hideous yelling and crying, one would hardly
know what he is, so covered is he with dirt,
grease and snow. Thus the dogs occasionally
have their revenge on the young sharp-shooter.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-05-03
The Tonsorial Art in Persia.
New York Dawn.


The BARRIERS shops in Persia are entirely Open
One of the most common sights in the streets Of
Teheran is a man seated on the pavementagainst
a wall, while barber shaves the crown of his
head. The BARRIERS trade is one of the most i'm
portant in Persia, The customs enjoined by the
Koran or religious law, makes it indispensable
that BARRIERS should abound ia this country. The
Koran makes it honorable for o man to wear
beard, but commands the shaving of the head.
There are two great sects among those who ac-
cept the Mohammedan faIth-the Sheas and the
Sunnees. The latter are all Turks, and they
shave the whole crown, excepting tuft in the
center, by which the archangel may draw them
out of the grave. But the Persians are Sheas,
and they shave the center of the head from the
forehead to the neck, leaving long curl on each
side. 1t is curious to see even little boys with
their heads thus polished. The Persians con-
slider it great disgrace to lose their side curs.
AS they all wear turbans, or black conical
caps Of Astrakhan lambskin. nc. one would
suspect the head to be shaved until the
cap is taken off, Then, indeed, the ap-
pearance of the head is exceedingly grotesque
1t is evident that the care of the hair is a very
important question in Persia. But this Is not
all Gina rarAlv CASE 0nAv hazard ar 0sav lanlaz
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-05-03
Seif-Defense.

Sunday-school Advocate.
bright boy is said to have asked his pastor il
he thought it wrong to learn the art Of self.
defense. Certainly not" said the pastor; ST
learned it in my youth, and have found il OF
great value to me-" "And may ask what sys-
tenn you learned. sir2" inquired the youth eager
ly. ''Solomons system, my dear young friend,n
replied the pastor, smiling sYou viii find il
laid down in the fifteenth chapter of Proverbs:
"A soft answer turneth away wrath 1t is the
best system of self-defense of which L
have any knowledge" Some of Fred Ev-.
anss schoolmates said that he had no
spirit, because he always spoke pleasantly. no
matter how rude his companions were One day
the master heard two boys talking about Fred.
One said He's one of your milk-and-water
chaps" Eyes, he shows no spirit at ALL said
the other II don't agree with you, remarked
the master. IF you mean that he doesn't show
the spirit of satan you may be right but to my
way of thinking he shows the only spirit which
can be called truly NOBLE and that is the spirit of
Jesus. who. when he was revied, revied not
again." Perhaps the boys hadn't thought of it
in just that light. Have you2
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-05-03
Wade Hampton's Story.

Youths Companion.
General Hampton tells me that while or his
Mississippi plantation he saw tame crow thar
could laugh and talk.
The bird would say, 'Hello" CHOW are you
and several other things of like import.
It the most wonderful raven since the
days of Barnaby Rudge and Edgar Poe One
morning. vast number of crows assembled in a
tree on the plantation and prepared for pow.
WOW.
The tame bird few among taen, and saluted
the congregation with brisk
''Hello How are your
His astonished brethren scattered in alarm, as
if they had been fred upon from q mountain
howitzer.
This marvellous fowl of the air was to have
been taken to the New Orleans Exhibition, but
its sudden disappearance prevented General
Hampton surmises that some negro shot him by
mistake.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-05-03
The Sobbing Wren.

Seth Eyland in New York Dawn.
A stranger in the little cities of southwestern
Texas is often awakened at early dawn by the
beautiful but sorrowful song of the house or
sobbing wren. If the stranger has been long
away from home and friends, and is sensitive TO
impressions of external nature, he never forgets
the peculiar, melancholy note of this tiny song
ster. 1t begins in high, clear key, like
the twinkling of silver bells, and descend
ing gradually from one sweet chime to
another still sweeter, it suddenly falters,
breaks off and sobs like little child-the song
dying away in a gasp. The listener is touched
with sympathetic emotion, and may find it diff
cult to suppress the uncomfortable feeling that
one of the little ones in his own family circle
far away-is weeping and sobbing for his return
The song is heard only in the twilight of dawn,
and is repeated but few times. Then the
breast, specified with shreds of black, retires
through some crevice in the house-top, and ID
rarely seen during the day.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-05-03
An Animal Apple-Gatherer.

Gathering fruit is a frequent practice of AMI
mails, and yet there is a stratagem, attributed to
that walking bunch of oth-picks" called the
hedgehog, which is curious enough to deserve
special mention. 1t seems that fruits frequent
ly found in the hedgehogs apartment, and its
presence there is explained in this remarkable
way: 1t is known that hedgehogs often climb
walls and run off upon low boughs and instead
of scramblng down in the same manner, they
boldly make the leap from the top to the ground,
sometimes ten or twelve feet They coil into a
bali in the air. strike upon their armor of spines
and bound away unframed. In taking this
jump they have been seen to strike upon fallen
fruit. which, thus impaled upon their spines,
was sarried away by them; and this has given
rise to the opinion that in some such way they
may have stored their winter homes
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-05-03
ELLEN TEERY's FUNNY CLOTHES.

Fancies of a Popular Actress Who Is Deter
mined To Be Comfortable
New York Letter in Boston Gazette.
One of the most notable things about Miss
Terry is her utter Inconsistencies of dress. As
long as she has anything on she does not seem
to care much what it is; that is, if it is comfort
able. All her clothes fit her in the loosest
manner, and you feel that if she should shake
herself violently she would shake everything of.
She likes to feel free and untIammeled, and she
must, to move around as she does. She is never
still for two minutes at time, and it would be
impossible to move about in this way If she
wore tight clothes l don't believe there is
woman in the world that dresses as she does,
and yet she gives no thought to her dress. She
wears what Is comfortable to her, and she thinks
of nothing but comfort.
suppose that people who do not know her
imagine that being one of the leading actresses
of the world, she dresses in the most expensive
and gorgeous style; that she wears nothing but
the gayest Paris hats and the most dainty Paris
boots. On the contrary, do not believe that
she has thing that ever saw Paris; certainly
her hat and boots never did. She has worn the
same hat for the two seasons that she has been
in America, and although she has been here in
the winter both times, her hat is little brown
straw turban, with brown veil wound around
it. Sometimes she pins bunch of natural
howers-vlolets as general thing--in the side
of her hat and forgets to take them out after
they are faded She likes this hat because it is
light, she says her head is always hot; and be-
cause she can pick it up and put it on and take
it off and throw it down on the floor or OH the
table or anywhere and not bother about it. AS
rule she likes to pull it off the first thing when
she comes In the room and to run her fingers
through her yellow hair, which stands up around
her head like a halo.
Her shoes have not the commonsense recon-
mendations of her hat They pumps that
she bought for Olivis, with great high heel in
the middle Of the sole and the toes sharpened of
to the finest point They are made of stout
leather and ornamented with big steel buckle.
She wears these low shoes summer and winter,
but she says they are the most comfortable
things that she ever had on her feet that before
she wore them she used to wear common
sense" shoes, made with great attention to the
anatomy of the foot, and she never had a
minutes happiness in them. When she played
Olivia she bought those pumps as part Of her
costume, and they were so comfortable that she
has never worn anything else since. No one
could deny that Miss Terry was not the most
strikingly dressed person in any room; but ven-
ture to say that she would be the most inexpen-
sively dressed. She has her gowns made of any
thing that strikes her fancy, whether she sees 1t
in . dry goods shop or an upholsterer's. The
stuff is the thing she looks for, without regard
for the dictates of fashion.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-05-03

With slower pen men used to write,
Of old, when letters" were polite;
In Annals or in Georges days
They could afford to turn phrase
Or trim struggling theme Alright.
They knew not steam: electric light
Not yet had dazed their calner sight;
They melted out both blame and praise
With slower pen.
Too swiftly now the hours take fight!
What's read at morn is dead at night;
Scant space have we for Arts delays,
Whose breathless thought so briefly stays.
We may not work-ah! would we might!
With slower pen.
Austin Dobson, In AT the Sign of the Tyre. -
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-05-03
Kite-EIyinc.

Roaring and rough, the keen wind blows,
With hint in its teeth of last years SHOWS!
Though there's health in chasing
It's ozone bracing-
With sturdy facing
As on it goes!
High on it's tide light kite rides
With the glinting on its dazzling sides!
Keeping vibrant poise
In that realm of Joys,
Exalted above what else annoys
That seems to pertain unto kites and boys.
See how che mounts TO the high, deep blue!
Threading the clouds till her journeys through,
In steep incline
Till there more line,
And the bare stick CLEANS through the ripping
Irvine
Down where the holders optics shine!
She sails! she dives! and she sways her tail
In a swinging scorn of the strident gale
Like thing of life,
With spirit rife,
That mocks at fear and that laughs at strife
AS she cuts the blue like glttering knife.
s. c. Stone, in Youths Companion.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-05-03

in Teheran. Even the most venerable NOR have
dark or red hair. The reason is because all.
from the highest to the lowest, dye their hair.
This is done first with henna, which gives it a
reddish tint Many prefer to leave it thus. But
many add to the henna o second stain Of indigo
the hair dark brown hue The tails ard
names of the horses are sometimes tinged with
henna Those of the royal stable are dyed o
beautiful rose color
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-05-03

Quoth Jack one night: II left my top
Out yonder the garden chair.
Come help me seek it now, for nurse
VIII scold me if she finds it there"
And I: my boy It's quite too late
For going to the gate with you;
Tired Day has shut his golden eye
And win not let the light come through"
"And so you'd have a fellow think
Here Jack upturns tiny nose
"That God could not let in the light
To us in any way He chose.
'His pretty house is all of light.
If Day as tired and makes fuss,
God makes the holes you call the stars
And let's Ills light shine in to u.s."
Yes! Truths the wise men never knew
To babes revealed are, Johnny mine;
For God can pierce the dullest hearts
And let His light in darkness shine.
e. M. Traquair, in Harper's Young People.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-05-03
Spring-Time.

Spring-Tfme.
A tiny little seed am I,
In the mold,
Hidden from the great blue sky
And the cold.
Now I'll throw a rootlet out,
Feel around
There! I've really turned about
In the ground!
Did hear bluebird singg
Could 1t BET
IF did, it must be SPRING
I'll go see!
Florence r. Hill, in May st. Nicholas,
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-05-03
FOR THE LITTLE FOLKS.


To Little Houselxeeper.
IF wishes were strong
As the fair white cup,
You so daintily wash each night,
Your life would be long,
And sweet as song.
From morn till even Light.
But, alas! our wishes,
Like broken dishes,
Are scattered far and wide
And we sit and weep,
Ger the goodly heap
Of treasures, thrown aside.
New York Dawn.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-05-03

Philadelphia Ledger.
What an awful navy poem Tennyson would
write il he was an American poee-laurcate an&
L had assr naxp fnn hisAnhiank
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-05-03
CHAPTER vi.

1t was dreadful hope TO he down with at
night and rise up with in the morning-that
morning or night might hiring him the MESSAGE
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-10-09

Ruisdael or Turner could get into one of their
pictures what you can zee between riaose hills3
Don't go too far, for WEAKNESS of body duls the
mind, and that last mile. should it be hard
one, will embitter all your pleasant memories,
like dregs in wine You go often, for it is
an art you need to cultivate. You 10
when you are ready; you 60 hunting for some
thing, but you need not go burrowing. as if
you should be always adding to your stock of
knowledge. Remember that the most of US
need ideas more than technique, and hunt for
the wide views, the lifting things. Try to keep
your sympathies aroused your senses awake.
and see how soon you will learn the rudiments
of the universal language. The sermon goes on
continually, but no one listens Oh, the glory
of it! The pictures. the perfumes, the music,
the voices! You are awed and humbled without
being saddened. You are exhilarated without
being made presumptuous
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-10-09
The BOres.

There's the man who let's you shake his lmpy hand
He's BORE
And the man who leans against you when you stand
Get his gore.
There's the man who has fear
That the world is, year by year,
Growing worse--perhaps he's near
Bolt the door.
There's the fellow with conundrums quite antique
He's bore;
And the man who asks you Whats" whene'er 20,
speak,
Though you roar;
There's the man who slaps your back
With button bursting whack-
If you think he's your track,
Bolt the door.
There's the punster with his everlasting pun
He's bore
And the man who makes alliterative fun
Worse and more!
There's the who tells the tale
That year ago was stale
Like as not he's out of jail
Bolt the door.
Chicago News.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-10-09
Settling Little Difficulties in Texas.

HUIING, Tex. Oct. 8.-Two murders occurred
III this vicinity yesterday. farmer named
Spnks was shot and instantly killed by John
Patton, of his tenants. Patton hired mule
of Spinks which died natural death while in
Patton's possession. Spinks claimed payment for
the mule and attempted to prevent the delivery
of Pattons cotton. They met yesterday morn
ing at the cotton gin, and Patton said: Il am
ready to settle that mule business and, pulling
revolver shot his landlord through the heart.
Patton was arrested.
About noon. William Hardeman, overseer of
the Walker plantation, shot and killed mulatto
named Munroe Stewart Hearing that Harde-
man was going to discharge him, Stewart was
telling the negroes what he would do to Harde-
man; threatening to Kill him and cut him up At
this juncture Hardeman came upon the negroes
He had overheard Stewards threats and, bring
ing his shotgun to his shoulder. fired both bar
rels into Stewards breast. After the mulatto
had fallen HarGerlan sent FIVE bullets through
his body. He then rode to town and surrendered
to the authorities.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-10-09
Drawing the Line on Babies.

Washington Post.
1t has been calculated that the President can
shake hands with just forty persons per minute
when there is a large crowd. Yesterday he took
things more leisurely. and it was about ten mir
utes before the room was cleared In the mid
die of the stream of visitors was a small. rather
loudly dressed lady of uncertain age who was
leading a little girl-baby by the hand. The
little thing stood scarcely two feet high. The
mother smiled sweetly upon the President as
she erasped his hand, and the President smiled
upon her. Encouraged, perhaps, by this, she
stood still, and then remarked, indicating the
twofeet-high cherub: 'This is my baby"
And pretty little thing it is, madam re-
piled Mr.. Cleveland, the smile still visible around
his lips
"And it's only two years DID," persisted the
mother. Won't you kiss it?'
The President looked at the crowd yet to be
shaken looked at the little mite ne had been
asked to embrace, and the smile fell with a
dull sickening thud. He whispered something
in the ladys aud she retired.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-10-09
The Sentence of Rev. Mr.. Jardine

ST. Louis, Oct 8.-The ecclesiastical court,
which recently tried Rev. II. D. Jardine. of st.
Marys Church Kansas City, Mo-, mas submitted
its verdict to Bishop Robertson, of this city
The charges against Mr.. Jardine were five in
number as follows: First. improper conduct
toward little girl; second indecent conduct
toward a lady who had come to confession; third
criminal conduct toward woman; fourth, use
of narcotics, producing incapacty for transact
ing ordinary business fifth. improper conduct
in being closeted with persons in the sacristy of
the church, the doors being closed. On the
first second and fourth charges the verdict is
guilty third charge not proved The fifth charge
was dismissed on demurrer early in the case
The courts sentence, recommended to the
bishop, is deposition from the ministry and i'm
mediate inhibition from ministerial functions.
Bishop Robertson will pass upon the sentence in
a few DAYS, and meanwhile has issued to Jardine
a precept letter, inhibiting him from ministerial
functions.
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James Gordon Bennett and the Herald.

James Gordon Bennett and the Herald.
Interview with John Russell Young.
He is, think the least understood and the
most abused man in American journalism. With
him the Herald is not only business, but a ira
dition 1t is family pride left him by his
father. Mr.. Bennett has a curious Scotch rever
ence for his fathers memory and for his wishes.
! knew his father fairly well. and / know he had
wrapped mp his life in the Herald, and if the son
should think of parting with it, even to his part
ner, Mr.. Mackay, or to a personal friend like
myself, it would make the old gentleman turn
in his coffin. This with Mr.. Bennett wonld be
sentiment almost sacred. Then Mr.. Bennett is
very rich man. and if the Herald sank into the
sea tomorrow he would have a very large
fortune. The impression that Mr.. Bennett is
extravagant in money affairs or that he does
not make good use of money, is absurd. He is a
very careful man, and quite understands the
value of money He lives like prince and he
does princely acts He has always treated me
with great liberality. I have known occasions
when he has behaved with the most magnificent
but unostentatious generosity. But he knows
mo man better than he-the value of money
and no one understands better how to take care
of it. Although have not seen Mr.. Bennett
for years. nothing would be to me more iEcredi-
BILE than that he would be foolish enough to allow
his affairs to come to such position that the
Herald should pass out of his control