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The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-05-24


The Hadendowa spear is from six to seven feet
long The handle is of piece of hard mimosa
or acacia. thinner than broom handle There
is long socket attached to the blade into which
the wood is driven and fastened. At the reverse
end there is commonly piece of twisted iron or
telegraph wire, which serves the double purpose
of weighing the handle, so as to counterbalance
the blade and to prevent the weapon being
pulled from the grasp. The spear head or blade
is rarely more than two inches broad by eight
inches long. Going into battle the Hadendowas
grease their spears from blade to hilt so that it
is impossible to wrest the weapon from their
hands in struggle.
The spears used by the tribes up the Nile are
much more formidable weapons. The handle is
from seven feet to nine feet long, made of male
bamboo wood. 1t is furnished with terrible
broad bladed, long spear-head, like that of the
Hadendowas, kept bright as mirror and sharp
as razor The blades are sometimes fourteen
inches long and five inches wide. In truth, an
iron spear up the Nile looks more like an elon-
gated trowel-blade than anything else. Shovel
heads our soldiers used to call them. They
make fearful wound, and it was with one of
these Colonel Burnaby was struck in the throat
and killed. Being exceedingly light weapons,
although badly balanced, the Arabs can handle
them with great dexterty.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-05-24
Kansas Sheep.

Alice Rollins in June Harper.
Sheep there were indeed; thousands of them,
objects of unfailng concern to the gentlemen
and delight to the ladies.
What is that stone wall?" asked, one after
noon, lady sitting on the piazza with her
opera glass.
THAT stone wall. madam" answered Har-
ward graduate, politely, is the sheep coming
To see the sheep 90 in and out, night and
morning, was never failing amusement Some
times the ladies wandered down to the corrals at
sunset to see the herds come in, and you would
have supposed them to be waiting for Fourth
of-July procession with banners from the eager
ness with which they exclaimed. "Oh, here they
come! there they are" as the first faint tinking
of the bells was heard in the distance. If two
herds appeared at once from opposite directions
the one with lambs had the right Of way"
and Sly the sheep-dog-not the only
commander who has controlled troops
by sitting down in front of them
would hold the other herd in check till the
lambs were safely housed. The lambs born OH
to the corral beside their mothers, lamb four
hours old being able to walk mile
When shearing time came they went into the
sheds expecting to see the thick wool fall in locks
beneath the shears. like the golden curls of their
own darlings; great was the amazement to see
the whole woolly fleece taken off much as if it
had been an overcoat, looking STILL if it
were rolled up in a ball, like veritable
sheep, and often quite as large as the
shorn and diminished creature that had
once been part of it. One very hot day they
braved the heat themselves for the sake
of going out on the prairie to see how sheep keep
cool. Instead of scattering along the creek,
seeking singly the shade of the bushes or the
tall trees only to be found near the creek, they
huddle together in the middle of the sunny field
more closely than ever, hang their heads in the
shadow of each others bodies and remain mo-
tionless for hours Not single head is to be
seen as you approach the herd; only broad
level field of woolly backs. supported by a small
forest of little legs
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-05-24
Good Memory of Horses.


A gentleman owned an old white horse which
took him to his place of business, four miles
away every day in the week but Sunday. That
day he went in just the opposite direction, TAX
ing the family to church. Week days the horse
always turned his head toward the business
quarter, and on Sunday, without the least di-
rection, turned about and proceeded the other
way. Over and over he was tried to see if he
knew when the church-day had come, and he
was never mistaken. They concluded he could
count seven, at least
A county superintendent was accustomed to
drive over the country, stopping at the different
school-houses Years after, when driving the
same route, the hors was always anxious to stop
at school houses and mako little CALL and
thought his master had forgotten himself IL
took some pressing to induce him to go by.
This faithful friend Of man has good mem
DRY for old friends as well as localities The
horse of gentleman had passed through various
lands, and hal grown old in good service,
when they CHANGED to meet again in q dis
tant section of the country The horse
knew his old master, and seemed almost
beside himself with joy. The new conner could
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-05-24
What Happened to Charlie.

Our Little Ones.
Charlie lived in the country, on the banks of a
river. He had everything he wanted to play
with and do almost he pleased. But he was
not allowed to get in the little boat that was kept
down at the landing. He thought it very hard
never to be allowed to row alone He often
went with his father. and could row quite we'll
He was not always good, and perhaps some day
would have gone without permission But the
oars were always kept in the boat-house, which
was locked, and Charlie did not have the key.
One day his father and mother had to 60 to
the city and leave Charley at home. He prom
ised to be very good before they went. At first
he did very well; then he was lonely. He walked
down to the landing.
II will get in the boat for minute" he said
He rocked the boat from side to side and played
tired of the boat, and wanted to go back to the
house. But this he could not do. The rocking
of the boat had unfastened it, and it was drift
ing down the river He did not know what to
do. He shouted once or twice, but no one heard
him.
In the river there was small island which
belonged to Charles father. The current car
ried the boat TO this island, and Charlie got out
There was nothing to get out for, but he had
been in the boat long enough He sat on the
ground and wished he was at home.
When his father and mother came back they
wondered where he was. He did not come home
to dinner and they began to feel alarmed. His
father found the boat was gone. He borrowed
anotner OF nelghoor and Set OH to look Tor
Charlie. He had not rowed far when he saw the
boat on the island and a lonely little figure sit
ting on the shore When Charley saw his father
coming he jumped and said: ooh, am so glad!
Have you come to take me home?"
"No," replied his father, II came to look Ter
you. Now that find you have disobeyed me, l
shall leave you here for the rest of the day."
Charles would have cried if it had done any
good. He watched his father row back home
Then he sat down on the ground and wished he
q n in hn Hn hod
dull afternoon. When his father came at night
to take him home there was not much said, but
Charlie never forgot that long day on the
island.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-05-24
Where Fine Women Are Raised.
London Truth.

Very beautiful women and fnelooking men
are raised" as the Americans would say, in
Persia and the khanates of central Asia Eu-
rope or America never produced such paragon
of loneliness as Gen. Nazar Aga's wife Some
of the noblest types of the Caucasian and the
Semitic races are still found in the valleys of
central Asia. They are physically as superior 20
a civilized European as Khiva steed is to a
Partisan cab horse However when not in The
first bloom of youth, the women have a sorrow
full, not to say morose. look. which impairs
their beauty. This is shown in Vereschagin's
Album of sketches made between the Caspian
and the Ganges, which will soon be exhibited in
London
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-05-24
In the Nursery.

Where do you go, Bob when you're fast asleep9"
"Wherel o, we'll, once went into deep
Mine, father told of, and cross man said
He make me help to Dig and eat black bread
saw a Queen once, in her room, quite
She said You rude boy Bob how came you heref'"
WAS it like mothers boudoir!"
''Grander far,
Gold chairs and thngs-all over diamonds-ah!'
You're sure it was the Queen?"
Was on her. and spangly purple gown"
II went to heaven last night.
''Yes. did, they told me so.
And my best doll my favorite, with the blue
FIock, Jasmine, took her to heaven, too.
What was it likeg'
"A kind OIL can't tell
sort of orchard place in long DELL
With trees all over flowers. And there were birds
Who could do talking, say soft, pretty. words;
They let me stroke them, and showed i. all
To Jasmine. And heard blue dove call,
Child this is heaven. l was not frightened when
1t spoke; said Where are the angels thenP
We'll"
$50 it said, Look up and you shall see
There were two angels sitting in the tree,
AS tall as mother; they had long gold hair.
They let drop down the fruit they gathered there
And little angels came for it-so sweet
Here they were beggar children in the street.
And the dove said they had the prettest things,
And wore their best frocks every day"
20 yes and lined with white
Like La swallow wings so soft-so very light
Flutter1ng about.
We'll"
Well did not stay
So that was all
They made you go awayg'
II did not go--but-Iv vas gone"
II know"
But it's pity, Bob we never go
Together"
Eyes, and have no dreams to tell,
But the next day both know it all quite well,
And, Bob, if could dream you came with me
You would be there perhaps"
"Perhaps-well see J"
jean Ingelow.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-05-24
One Girl and Two Lovers.

Lewiston journal
Two little upper Main-street boys in skirts,
are laying siege to the heart of wee damsel,
who sits on the front seat at the primary
school, and is dividing her attention between
both of her admirers, who dead in love.
A funny thing was that which one of them
did one day this week. His papa gave him
a nickel for being good boy. He didn't buy
candy although that was the original plea by
which he obtained the nickel. Not at all. He
went over post haste, to the abode of his little
lady, and gave her the money condition that
she would hold his and his hand alone on the
way to school the next day. The trade was
struck, and the next morning the programme
was carried out. The fond mother of the little
miss saw as the result of this secret transaction,
one fearful little boy. in blue blouse waist and
skirt, weeping bitter tears the front yard
fence while down the street, in proud conscious
ness of having euchered dreaded rival,
marched the other boy. hand in hand with the
little girl. The father has great hopes of his
boy who struck the bargain.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-05-24
Where yiolins Come From.

In Bavaria, there is town called Mittenwald,
shut in by snow-clad peaks and dense forests in
which every yard is crossed by labyrinth of
poles and ropes, on which hundreds of violins
are hung up to dry. For couple of centuries
the entire industry of the town has been violin
making, for which the surrounding forests pro-
children all have their share of the work, and
violins cellos, bass viols, zithers, and every
stringed instrument, from copy of some old
priceless Stradivarius, perfect in form, color and
tone, down to the cheapest banjo, are exported
in great quantities. all hand made, to every quar-
ter of the globe.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-05-24
A Warm Interest In the jew.

Aberdeen standard.
A missionary paper tells US, 'It is one of the
most hopeful features of our Christianity, ut the
present day that she no longer treats the jew
sh homes that have been destroyed by fire at
the hands of Russian, Hungarian and Roumaniap
Christians, we should infer that they take
warm, nay, q burning interest in the jew
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-05-24
READING FOR YOUNG FOLKS.
Gran'ma's Treasures.

Gran ma showed me all her treasures
Such funny lot of things
Scraps and pieces, tapes and measures,
Locks of hair done up in rings;
Spools and buttons strung together.
Shreds Of lace and bits of feather
Tangled in mass of strings.
Why did gran'ma's soft eye glisten
AS she laid the trinkets byi
Wherefore did she stand and listen
AS to voices from on highl
Wherefore did she turn and kiss me;
Whispering sadly, Twill you miss mel"
All, those treasures tell me why.
Chicago News.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-05-24
At End.

At end of Love, at end of Life,
At end of Hope at end of Strife,
At end of all we cling to so,
The sun is setting-must we goa
At dawn of Love, at dawn of Life,
AT dawn of Peace that follows Strife,
At dawn of all we long for so,
The sun is rising-let US go!
Louise Chandler Moulton, in June Harper.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-05-24

man legend Of man who was two, one
they were never separated. Is it I
alone who have seen this other self No.
Other men at the club talked to him. Why did
Keep away from him until found an opportun-
ity to be near him, he in the light of the lamp,
in the shadow; so that they should not see the
likenessg 1t is a mystery. / was already in
the valley and shadow of DEATHS he one OF
the mysteries of the valley2 We have our
doubles in the spirit world, they say-a familiar
like ourselves who, if seen, would be our very
image. Is this my spirit materialized, my famil-
lar come to my rescue2
The clock of an adjacent church struck two
He paused on this last thought to listen.
Two, he said, and looked at his watch III
sleep on tiff can, if can"
lie heard the same clock strike three, and four
and five and fell asleep at last to dream that he
had taken poison; that it had paralyzed all his
physical powers; that he was laid out and con-
scious of the preparations for his burial; saw his
brother, and his father and mother stand by
him; heard them say it was better thus after all,
better than transportation for life; heard the
voices of great crowd outside the room bel
lowing for his corpse, fo- the scoundrel who
had ruined them, for the fend who had robbed
the widow and the orphan; and their cries awoke
him.
He started up in alright, leaped from the bed,
stood painting in the middle of the room, went to
the window and looked out. A party of ladies
and gentlemen were leaving the opposite house
in masquerading costume. There had been
fancy ball, and the last of the merry guests were
being handed into their carriages.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-05-24
seven-Year-old telegraph Operator.

Galveston News.
Eula Brown, of Courtney, Tex. is the young
est telegraph operator in America-possibly in
the world. She is but little over seven years of
age. Yet there is hardly duty or detail of rail-
road telegraphy in Texas that she is not thor
oughly familiar with. Her father has been an
operator for years, and the little one has passed
all, or nearly ALL her time in a telegraph office
since she first learned to creep. She always had
fondness for tampering with the keys, and she
had hardly learned the letters of the alphabet
before she also knew the Geographic signs and
sounds for each. Before she had learned to
write plainly she could send message over the
wires at fair rate of speed and to-day she can
send and take as we'll as any of the average OPP
orators of the country. She does all the Office
work for her father, and more too, for the boys
are always pleased to practice with her over the
wires, not that she is cassed as a student by
any OF u.s. but they like to get her work. The
chllds penmanship is very neat
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-05-24
A Call tor q Halt.

National Republican.
The shooting os young ladies by their rejected
suitors is a growing industry that should be
sternly repressed by vigorous use Of hemp.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-05-24

servant he might 60 to bed.
Don't fasten the door, am going out again.
Very well. SIR"
He went out carrying this letter with him,
walked to the nearest postofice and put it into
the box, walked along Oxford street. walked
quickly walked for minutes without any other
purpose but to walk-and think.
If there were such fiend as the intriguing
gentleman in the opera of Faust moving along
with him and inspiring his thoughts, one could
imagine such Mephistopheles pausing now and
then to rub his invisible hands.
1t was bright summer night with a lofty,
far-away sky, in which few stars shone bright
ly. Needham walked as far as the Park, sat in
seat for some time, returned along Oxford
street, and back to Portland Place, opened his
door with his latch key, went into his room
again, and fiinging himself into his chair re-
manned in an attitude of intense thought
MANY a man comes to London" he said pres
emily to himself, "and is heard of no more He
is on his way to foreign land; it is thought he
has gone thither, but he remains in London;
sometimes he is dead, and sometimes he lives
People are missing daily they are advertised in
the papers; they don't wish to return; they are
dead or wish to be thought so. A man leaves
home to 60 toAmerica. Australia; he is in earn
est. but doesn't arrive; or if he does it is months
before he can be heard from; months must
elapse before he can be followed up. What is
one life more or less, his or mine, or anybody'sl
Life is battle it has its wounded, its killed and
its missing"
He paused and lighted another cigar; the one
in his hand was only half consumed He slipped
little brandy and water
why did he tell me so much about himself
Why did everything he said seem to drive nail
into my first thought as if to fix it into my mind
"a nail in his coffna asked myself awhile ago,
before his existence was made known to me, if ]
were mad, and the conclusion l arrived at was
that had begun to come to my senses / had
been mad, ! thought-mad to do what had
done, mad to forge, and lie and cheat-and now
that had resolved to end it all, / was sane.
And now2 Is it the demon that has possession
OF me. or guardian angell ! once read Ger
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-05-24
The Weapon with Which Colonel Burnaby
was Slain.

ITO BE CONTINUED.
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CHAPTER VI.

HOW THE DOUBLES MEET, AS RELATED IN A LET
TER WRITTEN BY JOHN NEwBURY TO HIS SIS
TER
THE NEW HUMMUMs HOTEL. LONDON. !
SATURDAY AFTERNOON
Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1885-08-19
J,et the Work CO On.

Tie Democratic reform administration
of tie naval department has wisely con-
clu' ed to reopen the navy yards, to make
sue 4 repairs and construction of the gov
ernment's vessels as the efficiency of the
service demands. In its dealings with
John Roach this department has shown not
only disposition hatthe capacity to con-
- =. upon the same basis as
private business. Had this been done long
ago we would have spent less money and
have had better navy. The public
MONEYS have been squandered or stolen.
There is nothing to show for the vast eX'
penditures. Our ships are either out of re-
pair or SO awkward in construction as to
be practically useless. An efficient navy
is a popular idea; but the public want
some guarantee that the money expended
upon it will be judiciously and honestly eX
pended. That they find in the present
business-like administration of public af
fairs. Atthe present time, when money il
cheap and labor is idle, there is favorable
opportunity to repair the navy. Let it b'
done
Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1885-08-19

The doubts that were cast upon the
authenticity of the " dreary rubbish cir,
culated for publication in weak organs and
for digestion by credulous readers, upon
the alleged authority of Chairman
Cooper, have been dispelled by an inter
view with him printed in the New York
Tribune. In this he sticks to it that the
issues of the coming state campaign in
PENNSYLVANIA are to be Miss Cleveland's
book, John Roach's alleged bankruptcy
the preservation of the present tariff, and
the rights Of Irish-American citizens.
This is altogether characteristic of Mr.
Ceeaer and his methods. In 1852 he
opened the campaign for Beaver in pretty
much the same way. lie set forth with
much clamor that Mr.. Pattison was
born in Maryland and urged that
this made him ineligible for COVER
nor of Pennsylvania, until it was
discovered that Cooper, himself candi'
date for governor, had been born in Ohio
and only got into PENNSYLVANIA through
Delaware. Then he declared most fer.
vently that Pattison was anti-Irish and had
made speech declaring that the Macs and
the O,s must go to the rear. This being
nroved a lie, Cooper fell back on the pro-
tectiye tariff and he and Beaver, with
sundry charts and other devices, kept VI
until the end of the campaign. Beaver
was beaten some forty thousand. Deal
Cooper, don't talk.
Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1885-08-19
A Rripht Intellect EXtinguished.

The news of the death of Edgar X.
Apgar, of Ithaca, N. Y, deputy state
treasurer of New York, is very sad intel
ligence to those who knew and admired
his brilliancy and work. He was one of
the gifted men who are wise in council
and persuasiye and effective Oh the stump.
For nearly fifteen years he has been one
of the most prominent politicians of New
York state, though still young man. lie
was the close and trusted friend of Mr..
ridden. Mr.. Manning and other leaders ;
few individuals, if any, had SO much to do
with advancing Mr.. Cleveland through the
Quick stages of his political prominence,
and he was the confidential friend of the
governor and president. In state and
national conventions and in every cam
paign he was conspicuous figure he
spoke in this city some years ago, and bore
a leading part in Ohio and New York in
the last presidential struggle.