The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1886-12-05
ODDS AND ENDS.

Written for the indianapolis Journal.
tbs not generally known that it is customary
for our minister to Turkey upon his return or
recall, co present the Sultan with some appro-
pirate keepsake. The gift desired is usually
named. which saves his Majesty the embarrass-
mens of receiving duplicates, or articles which
have neither beauty nor utility-a fatal fault of
gifts, ordinarily. When Lew Wallace was about
to return to the United States after the election
of Mr. Cleveland he was notified that, if he de-
sired or insisted upon leaving any little souvenir,
dog would be more acceptable than anything
else-not toy terrier or an igtelligent poodle
or spaniel. but one that would be protector
against the secret enemy Of which the head Of
the Ottoman empire stands in perpetual fear
London is the greatest dog market in the world
There is not species of the CAMS, major or
minor, that cannot be purchased there, if one
has the necessary cash. So the General
stopped on the journey back, having
returned home temporarily to assist in the cam
paign, to make purchase. There were dogs of
every kind known to natural history Splendid
stag hounds, noble ST. Bernards colles, point
ers, settlers and terriers, big and little But the
ST. Bernard could not endure the hot climate of
Constantinople. the stag hound was too shaggy
and homely to lie about palace, and all the 9TH
ers had dsqualifcations equally insurmounta-
BILE. Finally, he was shown Boer hound, a
dog loved by the Dutch Beers. in South Africa.
1t was magnificent creature, tawny as a lion
and nearly as big, with an inky muzzle and
mighty voice When he asked the price. he was
blandly informed that it was 81 500 This was
a little too steep, even for an American minister
with salary of $4,000 year Then he was
shown puppy of the same breed which he
finally purchased for $780, 1t was one year old,
and from the end of the nose to the tip of the
tail it measured just six feet. 1t had the same
tawny silver coat and jet black muzzle of its par
ent and, while it was prodigy Of strength and
courage was as docile and affectiOnate a kit
ten. 1t was shipped to the monarch, every pre-
caution being taken that the long journey should
be made in comfort, and that the hugo creature
should reach Constantinope in health and with
out loss of weight. This was accomplished, and
when the servants Of the royal household saw it
they exclaimed in ave. at is a lioness.n Send
ing dog to Constantiuople, where streets, and
courts, and public highways are overrun with
''curs OF low degree seems almost like carry
ing Goals to Newcastle. But the Sultan did not
so regard it. A dog he had wanted, dog he
had asked for. and he was greatly delighted
when it came 1t became his constant compan-
ion, accompanying him in his rides, and sleeping
in his apartments. and, unless it has paid the
final debt to nature still does so to this day.
There was most melancholy funeral in Indi
annapolis the other day. few men were assem-
bled in the waiting-room of an undertaker's es-
tablishment where DR.. Bradley read the burial
service over the remains of an old actor +. G.
White, character once familiar to the public
throughout this State and through eastern I'LL
nois and western Ohio. White was low come
dian of SURPRISING talent. Competent critics
pronounced him, In his prime. the equal of Bur-
ton. He had an extensive repertoire, which in
cluded all the standard old English comedies,
,3a1< he dc
room for that modern rubbish the character
sketch. He could make the house break into a
roar with wink of his eye, and throw it into
commissions by crooking his finger. Like most
menfs as a comedian, but aspired to tragedy, and
heavy tragedy at that. He once told with great
pride that .he had played Hamlet" and a friend
of mine told mo that he saw him
essay "Trip Van Winkle." The comedy he
did admirably, of course, but when he was
driven out into the storm the audience began to
smile soefnnly, and at the climax there was q
shout of laughter that shook the remotest
wings. That was Whites last appearance in
melodrama. He was a man of the sweetest and
most lovable nature, generous to prodigality.
incarable of meanness, and rs ignorant of the
world for all his public life. as child. He
never remembered an injury or forgot kind
ness. Once, after an unfortunate season., his
company was stranded in little town In central
Indiana Among his friends there was drug
gist man of much cultivation and extremely
fond of the stage. White came to him after the
disaster and told him that he ''had not a cent.
and wanted to get money enough to buy a ticket
to Indianapolis" He then said he wanted to
make him sign, as an advertisement; he would
not charge him anything for it, and if others
made any inquiries, he was to say they were
lhree dollars aud he wanted it displayed in his
show window. In a few hours he returned with
a board which be had covered with black
cotton velvet, upon which he had
ranged the name of the firm, the letters cut
out of white paper. and surrounded with Dor
der OF leaves, also of paper. He had orders for
quite a number, and told his friend with much
amount The gentleman, however, insisted
upon paying for his, also. much against Whites
desire. Three years after this he returned to
the place, and the dipgy sign was still in the
window. He came in at once to renew the ac-
quantance. and told his friend that he had
helped him at time when he WAS sorely in
need Of assistance. He then remarked: but
I'm prospecting now--makirg quantities of money
more than I know what to do with. I'll be
here all this week, and want you to accept
this" giving him a season ticket This was re-
peatca with every visit He had not vestige
of business capacity and had he been willing to
have manager he would have accumulated
fortune, IL such man, under any circum-
stances, could ever accumulate money AS it
breathed his last in the sick ward of the insane
asylum. Poor, old White. 1t might be said Of
him as OF another famous jester:
"a fellow of infinite Jest, of excellent fancy.
Where be your gibes now2 Your
gambolsi Your songs4 Your flashes of merri
rnent that were won't to set the table on roari
Not one, now, to mock your, grinningf Quite
chapfallen. MARY d KRoUT.
TERRE HAuTE, Dec q