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The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1889-01-02
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THE INDIANAPOLIS SENTINEL is manfully
pushing the cry of the people for ballot reform.
Two pages of its edition OF Nov. u were full OF
letters from various parts of our great state
with varieus suggestions of how to cure the
evil of vote buying and vote selling. We see
that the Banners suggestion of DISTINGUISHING
both buyer and seller meets with general favor.
We believe the coming democratic legislature
will prove themselves equal 10 the emergency
and will pass a law that wiz do very much
toward curing theeyn.
The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1889-01-02
HOLD TWO ELECTIONS.

Linnsburg, Ind, Dec. 81.
The national leader., 1889-02-09
The Hidden Hand"

The last time Governor Curtin was
in Washington he amused the Missis-
sippian exceedingly by relating a pecu-
liar experience that an actor named
ThOrne once had at Memphis, Tenn.
says the st. Louis Republic. This
man named Thorne, it seems, was
from Decatur in the Keystone State,
and was related to the well-knOwn
actor of the same name who used to
play in the "Black Flag" Thorne be.
longed to a company that was playing
the "Hidden Hand" at one-night
stands principally. He had given in
structions to have Memphis billed
heavily. When he got off the train at
Memphis he was extremely anxious to
find out how we'll his play had been
advertised there The first man he
approached near the depot was an old
negro of whom he inquired, ''Do you
live here?"
"Yes, sab" responded the old negro,
! ''I been livin' here since 'fO' de wah.
''Have You heard anything of the
play, THE Hidden Hand?"
"Well, I guess has. was dar
when it was played. | seen it played"
This was indeed news to Thorne, for
he imagined that his play had never
been given IN Memphis, He then
asked the negro who played it
Il foegit de name Nv de gemmsn,"
answered the negro, ''but dey called
him de 'nash'nal man, waited on
de gemman. but l didn't hab nuthin'
to do wild de game. seed de mash nal
man slip two jacks in his boot. an
etter while, when dar was big jack
pot up de 'nash'nal man. drawed fo'
jacks; en- our Mr.. Brown, what Ibis
here in Memphis, he drawed SIX
shooter an de 'nash'nal man. he lef';
but, fo' de Lawd. stranger, a hid ham
amt bin played in Memphis sence dat
nivhtD -
The national leader., 1889-02-09
The Days that Never Return.

A SONG.
Over the strings Of my harp to-day
Floats q song that Is half sigh,
Like the sound of leaves when the wind
sweeps by,
Like the sound of breakers far away,
As they beat and sob,
AS they beat and throb,
Till hear voice in their distant roar
On that lovely stretch of sandy shore.
Over the strings of my harp to-day
Floats a song for the dying year
A song that thrills with an unshed tear
Thro' the winter twilight, cold and gray,
AS the breakers sob,
AS the breakers throb,
And / hear that voice with its old refrain
For the days that never come back again
Over the strings of my harp to-day
Floats o song for my sweet, lost youth =
For, oh. would give in very truth,
Riches ard fame and power away
To dream once more
Those bright dreams DER,
"lt is vain regret, sighs that old refrair
For the days that never come back again
Over the strings of my harp to-day
Floats song for the dying year;
A song that thrills with an unshed tear
Like the sound of breakers far away
How they beat and sobi
How they beat and throbl
And hear that voice with its old refrain,
For the days that never come back again.
The national leader., 1889-02-09
1T WAS MOSBY.
Comical Incident of the Late Dis.
pute.

The truth OF the following comical
war story is vouched for by its nara
tor, John Esten Cook, SAYS the Youths
Companion. A body of Federal cav
airy had approached very near the
Confederate lines, and two or three OF
them wto had gone out to forage came
to cabin In the woods, and after re-
connoltering raped at the door. A
negro woman answered The knock, and
seemed very much disturbed at the
sight Of the blue coats.
We want some supper
Yes, sir.
But first, is there anybody s-ere?'
No, sir.
Are you sure2'
'Oh, there amt nobody here but me
-'cept--'
Except whoP'
Only Col Mosby, sir.'
Col. Mosbylll' exclaimed the
speaker, with at least three exclama-
ton points to his accent, and getting
haStils into his saddle.
Are you ioklngI' he added. You'd
better not. Is Col. Mosby herep'
Yes, SIR exclaimed the woman in
great terror, and at the same moment
low noise. like that produced bS the
footsteps OF man, was heard inside.
No sooner dill the men hear this
than they turned their horses heads
and gallOped off to their command
where great excitement at once en-
sued
1t was necessary to act with caution
MOsby's desperate courage was well
known, and he would make all the
stOuter resistance because he was sure
to be hanged to the lfst tree if he
were captured as 'bushwhacker' and
an outlaw.
Elaborate preparations were made, tht
cabin surrounded, and the door sud
denly burst open. Men rushed in witt
cooked pistols. But no rebel was to bt
| found.
Where is Mosby2' thundered the of
| fcer.
oh, there he isl was the trembling
reply OF the woman.
'Wherep'
There and the woman pointed K
the cradle.
What do you mean?'
'Oh, slrl 1 don't mean-I didn'
mean nothin'l 1 call him Mosby. 81
Colonel Mosby,' sir-that's hi
name. SIR
Awaiting her doom she stood tremb
ling before the intruders. They, OF
their part, looked from the woman t.
vhe baby sucking away at his thumb
scowled, growled. took another look
saw the old woman had told the truth
then they burst out laughing, took t,
their horses and were soon out o
sight.
The national leader., 1889-02-09
Emile Zola at Home.

Zola In private life must not be
judged by his novels. says the Epoch.
He has always led an exemplary exist
ence and his tastes are or the most
bourgeois kind.
Married in early life to a young girl
in humble station, Zola has always been
home body. Outside of a very few
friends he has never received any COM
pany, and in the way of visits he has
limited his calls to very few friends.
such as Daudet, Concert and Charpen.
tier.
The novelist's Paris apartments are
In the Rue Ballu, but he spends only
two or three months here, when he is
experimenting the rehearsal of a piece
or making researches at the library.
The rest of the year he YES at
Medan, little village overlooking the
Seine not far beyond the forest of
Saint-Germain, where he is one of the
municipal councillors of his Commune
His study is an immense room. huno
IN tapestries, at one end of which ia 3
large divan. covered with silk cushions
aud Oriental stuifs.
A window, occupying nearly one side
of the room, gives light, screened
through glass panes painted in ricI
tones and representing flowers and
peacocks in all sorts Of attitudes.
The national leader., 1889-02-09
THE DANES PARROT,
A Tough Story Told by q Varacio,
Lady OF Ninety-Six.

A few years ago there still lived
the serene old town of w, wher
perhaps as many families diStinguisheI {
in the annals Of Massachusetts, hav
originated as In any other town except
Boston, lady who, according to tn |
Boston Transcript, maintained to heS
ninety-seventh year, and to the yer
day Of her death, q keen and activl
mud stored to the brim with anecdOte
and "reminiscences which gave YER
original flavor to her always brighI
conversation. Aunt H, as he1
friends always called her, cosld tall
well upon any subject that was chosen
although theology was, perhaps, hei
speciality; 1t took redOubtable anita
gOnist to stand up before her on tina
topic. She was often visited. wheL
past ninety, by well-known public men
who found no little inspiration In he
discourse. 1t was common saying
that Aunt H, no matter how tel
ling an ancedOte or story was related I'd
her, could surpass it with something
out of her own experience or recOllec-I
tion that would be new to her hearers
One day, when she was in her ninety
sixth year, Aunt H--was visited byl
a Boston clergyman, who, III the course
Of brisk conversation. ventured tOj
tell her the story OF the monkey andl
the parrot in illustration of someI
point that was made. That lively
anecdote was new to Aunt H, anu
the people present we're wondering al
little with what local reminlscence shel
could possibly match it. She LeArd the|
story with unruffied visage, aid then
remarked:
"That must have been very re-
markable parrot, but it seems TO me mel
hardly comes up to Deacon staples
parrot, after ALL"
'What did Deacon Staples parrot
doPn
lone time the deacon's wife was
putting up cucumber pickles IN the|
kitchen. and the parrot-he Was very
knowing bird, and had been Ilousiy
brought up in the deacon's famlly-|
was sitting on the back or chalr
watching the operation. presently,
when the deaeon's wlfe's back was
turned, the parrot slipped up ana SIoie
one of the pickles out OF the dish. ohe
turned around in time, however, to|
catch him at it, and threw the kniie al
him with such force that IL took ali Tue
feathers smoothly off the top or theI
birds head.
The parrot fow around forsome days
in sore distress at the loss OF MS top
NOT hut recovered it In the course or
time One DAY, some little tine after
this incident a minister. who had ex-
changed with our minister. came to-
spend the sabbath at Deacon Staples.
The parrot was in the dining room
when the family and the minister came
in to breakfast. The cler- yman was
verv baId. his head fairly shOne. He
hadn't more than got seated at the
table before the parrot, fixing hls gaze
on the minister, screamed out:
% Hal .Hs ys burned old scampI been
stealin' pickles"
The national leader., 1889-02-09
,el,eve in what the physiognomists say

believe in what the physiognomists say
again.
IL was Thanksgiving Eve, and Miss
Charity Chapman was sitting dejectedly
before the fire of blazing pine logs
meditating upon her loss. Neither in-
telligence office nor police station had
been able to render her any account Of
the old red pocket book and its con-
tents.
Il declare, said Miss Charity, it just
spolls my Thanksgivingr
When all of a sudden there came a
knock at the door, and there, wrapped
In faded brown shawl, with her
golden hair blown all about her face,
stood the girl with the blue eyes who
had ridden at Miss Charity's side dur.
ing the frosty November sunrise.
sBless my soull' cried Miss Charity,
recoiling.
Yes said the girl, smiling, sit Is I.
And I've brought back your pocket
book. l found it lying on the curb
stone opposite that house where you
you stopped with the bunch of flowers.
l was returning from the intelligence
Office when l saw it lying among the
dead leaves, and knew you must have
dropped it when you jumped out. And
I've been inQuiring everywhere for you
and have only just found you. Here's
the pocket book. aud If you'll please
count tie money 1 think you'll find 1t
all right
Mechanically Miss Charity Chapman
numbered over the contents Of the old
receptacle. Not a copper cent was
gone.
yes said she, 'it's all right. Stop
p minute, child. where are you go
lneP'
Back to the city, ma'am,' said the
girl, wrapping the faded shawl closer
around her for the twilight blast was
keen.
Have you got placer
'Not yet ma'am, but there's cheap
lodging house for working women,
where l can get a very good bed and a
J boul of soup for Is cents and
You can't go there said Miss
Charity.
'Ma'am said the startled girl.
Look here, child, SAID Miss Charity,
! you're all alone in the world. So an
L. Stay here with me. I'll give you
good wages and comfortable home
For there's something In your face tina,
| ] like
do you really mean it. ma'amp' saiC
tue girl, looking around in a flutterins
manner at the bright FIRE and the cheer
full rag carpet, with It's stripes of rec
and blue, and the rows Of gllstenine
crockery on the shelf.
BY way OF answer Miss Charity drew
her gently in. closed the door and
kissed her cheek.
Two lone women together sait
she. Surely we can manage to ge
! along!'
And Miss Charity Chapman ate he
Tha ksgiving dinner on the morrow
with the blue-eyed stranger sitting Op
posite-the blue-eyed stranger VIII
lived with her and was comfort t
her until the day of her deathl
Aud both Of them kept Thanksgiv
| ing in tLeir hearts!
The national leader., 1889-02-09
STORIES ABOUT MEN.
Something OF O Liar, but Not I'd
Forty Cents.

A number or members from tiI
house OF representatives have stolel
away at various times and for sho}
periods from their congressional duties
Most of them enjoyed themselves. brI
none to q greater extent than did Wad}
of Missouri; Lind. of Minnesota. an
Sawyer, of New York. They inyade
the State Of Maryland and studied I'D
unsophisticated natives until they rS
tired. The last place at which the
made any stay was Leonardtow1
From there they intended coming d
the capital by boat, but that sem
occasional craft having departed. the
were compelled to travel by rail. n
The train was started with a pincf|
bar and proceeded at very deliberatI
gait. Occasionally ths conducted
would get off and gather a few peaches
with which he would treat the passer|
gers. After the train had been crawl
ing along for an hour and had covere,
at least six miles, the conductor col
lected the fares, which. for the Con
gressional crowd, amounted to 8
cents each. When he reached Col
Wade. that genial "bald knobber'
remarked, in his innocent way:
''DO you charge preachers full far
ON this road?''
"NO. sir" was the conductors reply
1--WE only charge them half rates. Ar
you a preacher?" he added, lOokln
squarely at the colonel's Methods
countenance.
mo, l am not," said the Nilsson
riau, ''but that gentleman is" pointin
to Judge Sawyer, who sat couple Q
seats in front of him.
The conductor at once returned t
the judge. and after searchln
glance at the sun kissed countenanc
of the New York statesman, proffere
him 40 cents. with the remark: Nv
only collect half rates from preachers.
"Who In blank said l was
preacher2'' asked the judge, with COT
siderable show of anger.
! The conductor threw his thumb bac
over his shoulder in the direction Q
Col. Wade, and looked as though
thought all the time that the colone
was garbling the facts in the case.
| In the meantime the three dimes, th
nickel and five pennies reposed calml
| in the judges fat palm. He rcgarde
them In silence for moment, and the
handed them back TO the official, SAY
Ing: ~ am good deal Of liar. but
will not lie for 40 cents"
Then he relapsed into absolute silenC
and would not look at Col. Wade unit
Washington was reached.
The national leader., 1889-02-09
A Good Deeds Reward.

All the wlseacres said, after Charity
Chipman's father died, that she would
have to hire man to run the farm.
She thought differently, and, having
taken charge of, everything herself,
found at the end of the year a nice
little profit to herself in the bank.
The day before Thanksgiving she
was driving into town with a load of
turkeys and pumpkins aud new laid
eggs to supply her regular customers
for the great yearly feast day. She was
thinking as the cart logged along that
she would have to eat her turkey alone
on the morrow, and somehow the
thought was not pleasant one. Her
reflections were broken by the sight of
lonely woman trudglng a'Ong the
road just ahead of her.
Going to HartsdaleP' she asked, as
she came up. 'l'll give you a ride if
you're bound that way
'Oh, thank you'll said the stranger,
who was young and pretty looking. Il
have walked five miles. and was begin
ming TO get tired
Going to town to spend Thanks
givDgT' asked Miss Charity, helping
the young woman in The cart.
Il am goin there to look for work.
have no friends to spend Thanksglv-
ing with said the other sadly.
That's too bad exclaimed Miss
Charity-then-'Just hold the pony a
minute while deliver this stuff to my
customer
And so Miss Charity bobbcd in and
out, stopping for a little talk with this
or that matron, pulling a bunch of
gaudy chrysanthemums from under
the wagon sect for little lame child in
tenement house, and slyly leaving a
plump, chicken for the consumptlve
seamstress. who could not afford to
order one, until the golden-baired girl
alighted at the street corner.
There's an intelligence Office near
here, ma 'am,' said she. where 1 may
be able to hear OF work. ! am much
obliged to you for the ride
And she dropped an artless little
courtesy and went her way. Miss
Charity looked after her.
L like that little daisy.llke face said
she. IF I'd known who she was and
been quite certain that she wasn't a
tramp 1 should have been almost
tempted to ask her to come and live
with mel need some one young and
active about the place. and; but
here's Mrs. Tillidrum's where the bar
rel of apples Is ordered for
Mrs. Tillidrum proffered ten-dollar
bill in payment for the apples; Miss
Charity Chapman put her hand In her
pocket to make change.
why, it's gone' she calculated.
what's gomez said Mrs. Tillidrum.
My pocket-book!' screamed Miss
Charity Chapman; sand that migrate
full tramp has rewarded my kindness by
robbing me! might have known just
how it would bel'
She went straight to the intelligence
Office. The girl whom she described
had been there. bat was gone, leaving
no address.
'It's like look Ing for needle in a
bun lie Of hay,' said Miss Charity. And
she left the description at the police
station aud went home IN great dis
gust.
My old red leather pocket-Dook, that
was father'si' said Mrs. Charity Chip
man, with tears in her eyes, 'and
S25. 60 In it, III good hard money-it is
enough to put one out OF conceit with
human nature! And she with such an
innocent little face, too, and eyes a:
blue as baby'sl Well, I never shall
The national leader., 1889-02-09
They Think ofHim at Home.

T. would be mighty consoling ts
S.aU,ou snd set his mind quite at rest,
oon1d | he know, as one BLACK gentleman
Hou,a - sh.rnenIng m his knife and half a huh
drsa a. Gao other black gentlemen are star
,no u, aSont in eager ant'cipttio OF
ias last Own SyIng moan Of the wLite chi
.. .@oy 30 9Brltish Ministry are disc
S,n1 - the situation.
The national leader., 1889-02-09

We never thoroughly know q
mill yshear him laugh.
The national leader., 1889-02-09

Every beat of the pulse is a BLESSING
from God.
Daily Yellowstone journal., 1889-11-19

Every Morning Except Monday.
Daily Yellowstone journal., 1889-11-19
Ho.k aud Ladd.r NJ. Il.

A score ur more OF able.bodia and
energetic young men assembled
at the probate court room last night
pursuent t. the call for meeting to
organize Hook and Lsd der Co. No. l
of the Nils Cay fire department.
Chief King and Assistant Cbi-f saw
age, Of the department, were present.
ShUrtly after O'Clock Chief X ng took
the chair and called tue meeting To
o'der. Harold Brown gas made sec-
retary pro tem., snd the business Of
the meeting proce led. r marks
were made by Hon. 9 r. Middleton.
Henry HilburD, A. H. McAusland,
aud others expressed tl .ir ideas in re-
ggrc Ia the proper rgaliZttiOn of a
company, and nj the go \ ,lu.lou OF the
remarks the following persons volun-
te,red az members o. Ihc Ho k aud
Ladder compsny. Lous King, g.,
w Savage, +. +. Tuliy, ID. J. White,
w. X. Gfshsm, Andy VHgbI, Alex
Gou, c. f. Vert, H-Lrr Hi'burn,
Joe R-y, Leo 0r.chel, l.. c. Dear, w.
+. S,vsg", A. ID. McAusland, Billy
Gordon, Tom Riley, John Smith, II.
Brown, e. II. Middleton, and Lou
BTuDing.
/, was errang' d that the foregoing
list of mtmOers should be submitted
10 the city council at thti. meeting TO-
night for scceptanc- in accordance
with the provision Of the fire ordi-
nance, and this helng done. the new
sriaraius recent v purchased by the
city would be turned over TO the COM
pany for active service. The M, ting
then adjourned to r.convrne on Situr-
cay nignt FIR The election Of officers.
Daily Yellowstone journal., 1889-11-19
Old Crockett's Ghost.

II was a merry party of young folks
who were laughing and chatting on
old Farmer Browns wide veranda,
out south Of Atlanta. Gay exchanges
Of wit and many a good story went the
rounds.
While the merriment was al its
height. away across the shadowy fields
near a dense skirt Of woods appeared
a strange. ftful light 1t moved over
the tops OF the dark trees, disappear
ing and returning as suddenly, and
soon it had the attention OF the entire
party.
Il don't suppose" said old man
Brown, ''you folks have ever seen the
stone down near whar you see that
light, that marks the spot whar Crock
EFT was murdered in Asa"
"Well, its mighty nigh covered up
in the leaves now, but it's thar Just as
il was the day we set il up after he
was killed. You all don't believe in
ghosts either, do youi Well, I've seen
that SO much, said he pointlng to
the ilickerine light, It'll I'm used 10
il. though ii does kinter make nv hair
rise TO hear it, Old Crockett was
good friend Of mine in the long days
gone. before you young folks were
thought Of. aud many's the time he
sot Oh this same porch and talked with
me as you are talkln'. went down
thar to follow that light one dark
night and the pale shiverin' thing
would come toward me bit and stand
still and uemble; then ii would dodge
back and away up il would 90 and
dance among the tops Of the big oak
trees. | kept il in sight, with my mind
made up TO see what it was, come
what mighu So, after crossin' and re-
crossin' the road. it took me down to
the stone we set up for my murdered
friend. and settling on the top of it
blazed and burned till the woods
around were as light as day, and sud-
denly shrek ran through the woods
and ! stood alone in the darkness.
"Now watch il. it's headin' for the
rock; listen close-did you hear thatGr
and as the old man ceased speaking a
faint echo came across the orchard
and fields and the light went out
Atlanta (Ga.l Journal
Daily Yellowstone journal., 1889-11-19
The Queen and the snow cAriarsu.

There is an incident in the queens
life, Wsll known 10 the gypsies, but
little known out OF the charmed Ro-
many circle. One bitter winter day,
when the snow was lying thick all
over Windsor park, gypsy family
were crossing il, when the tent had 70
be suddenly pitched, the pangs Of
labor having overtaken the mother.
A few sticks were hurriedly gathered,
but there was hardly any time TO
scrape away the snow and get the fro
lit before the gypsy woman gave birth
TO twins, The park keepers, Of course,
came up and ordered the tent 10 be
taken off the ground.
But the birth Of the twins in the
snow under her windows reached the
ears of her majesty, who at once sent
food and drink and clothing 10 the
wanderers Amongst the prcsents
were some baby's woolen stockings
knit by her maiestys own hands, and
pair oi blankets which but a short
time before, il is said, had lain ON .
state bed Gypsies repeat this aneo-
dote witn great pride, and 'the socks
knitted by the queen OF the Gorgias"
are frequently referred 10 by them
when they speak Of deeds Of thought
ful and timely charity. = Sheffield
tEng.l Telegraph.
Daily Yellowstone journal., 1889-11-19
PRICE FIVE CENTS.

This board may have, in the opinion
o. some, committed grevio3s wrongs
and committed them intentionally, but
If it has, means are proyiued to set
them right. There IL tribunal crs at.
ed by thr constitution e.. hear and pass
upon such diff rene s OF opinioDs-the
house "f representatives it.elf, and
lsw-abIding citizens ought to leave
the whole Question where the coasti-
tuJion bas lefl il. Ary oher action 10
ill-aGvi-ed srd revolution iry.
a LAw-ABIpING CITIZEN,
Daily Yellowstone journal., 1889-11-19
SOCIETIES.

A. q. H.-Diyisinn No. meets fret and second
'undays of each month.
K. Of H.-Necis hrsi and third Wednesdays O,
i:5hp. ul,, 81 Odd Fellows Hall
A.F.&A. M.-lelloEstone Lodge, No. &c, hrst
nd third Wednesdays.
k A. M.-Neilowsiono Chapter. No. 5, second
thursday in each month
x. T.--Damaseus Uommandery, fourth Thurs
days.
l. o. o. F.--CustoI Lodge, No. 10, every
Nc 9day o. their hEi.
/. 90. F.-seutinh Encamp pment, No, 8, drsi
and third Friday,
X. Of P.-tIdsadeT Lodge, No. Z, Thursday
evenings a. Odd Fellows Han.
TX. OF A.-Miles City Dranch, every unday al
z, m, ,-,,,
q. A. k-U. :. Grant Post, No. IA, hrst and
thiI Tuesdays.
10. G. T.--star OF the West, No. "a, every
Thursday evening.
SO V-CiibsOn Camp No. 4. Meets hrst and
hind MONDAYS OF each month at Good Templsrs
Daily Yellowstone journal., 1889-11-19

TIE. h. r. FIsH,
~ PHYHcIAS, SURGEON ASD OBsTETRIcIAH.
ART, Wmiarzt und Geburtshcli0f.) Otice a
iaVage's drug store Ni'cs CITY, ". T.
Daily Yellowstone journal., 1889-11-19

The 0Hciai Paper Of Caster County.