Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-11-30
MURRAY'S MUSINGS.
How Red Jackets Spirit Got $4,000
From Wealthy Widow Huyler-A His
torical Society's Dilemma-Honesty in


the Intelligent public almost incredible that an
otherwise shrewd man and a level-headed
lawyer could be SO easily imposed upon.
Nothing short of legal process of reasoning
could convince Marsh himself of the fact.
That process was resorted to by his friends
not by the dupe-and but for their concerted
action Madame DeBar, the medium would now
be intrenched in the Marsh mansion with her
alleged husband swindling other fools instead
of being hunted outcast in foreign land.
The recent contribution of $4,000 by a
wealthy widow named Huyler for the purpose
of monument to Red Jacket, at Buffalo, WILL
upon inquiry, turn out to be Just another such
case. Spiritualists are naturally delighted
over the discovery that the Widow Huyler
owns the influence of the spirit of the great
Indian chief, Red Jacket. as the cause of her
hberal1ty in this matter. 1t is a pretty rare
thing nowadays for spiritual mediums to sue
icessfully strike anybody for a large amount of
money. When they learn that the Widow
Huyler is quite rich and can we'll afford other
disbursements of this kind there will be gen.
eral rush to get possession Of her person. Mrs
Huyler at present lives at the Victoria Hotel
In style becoming woman whose husband
left her large fortune made out of patent
medicines. 1t is said that she has private
medium who acts as her guide. counselor and
friend, as Madame Diss-DeBar acted for
Lawyer Marsh. In common parlance the
Huyer e., C. and f. has soft snap. This
wealthy pigeon is likely to be plucked Of every
feather, unless she has some sensible and ener-
getically persistent friends who will interfere
with legal proceedings to protect her.
One of the most curious features of this affair
is the position of the Buffalo Historical Society,"
which has in charge the monument scheme
This society has already made move looking
TO the early erection of monument over the
bones of the famous old Indian warrior, and it
is said some money has been contributed for
the purpose. The society is in no sense of
n a a.
triotic body, of the earth earthv. The society,
however, wants monument to Red Jacket and
wants money to build it. Its breath was fairly
Knocked out by this unexpected offer. Upon
recovering it probably concluded that it
wouldn't pay to "look a gift horse in the
mouth" That the spirit Of old Red Jacket
himself had appeared TO a rich lady and caused
her to open her purse and she'll out $40 900 to
build this monument while the society was
"monkeying" around for funds. is not necessa-
rily reflection on the historical crowd. 1t
only shows that Red Jacket is fully able to look
out for himself, though long since de-
parted this existence. His spirit has been
little overworked, for one who is supposed
To be enjoying the blessings of the happy
hunting grounds" as he is in great demand in
the best 'clrcles'' and "seances." He has long
been regarded as sort of patron saint by
splrltuaists, and is en- rapport with mediums
far and wide. 1t is no uncommon thing for him
to appear on important occasions in full form
and feather for the edIfication of believers, and
as he converses only in his native tongu e-to
the 1nexpressible confusion of scorners and
scoffers. AS these bodily appearances are made
in various parts of the world, sometimes on the
same evening. he can't be doing much hunting
where he is. This is the first time according to
the record, that he has struck" anybody for
money The honor done the Widow Huyler,
therefore. is obviously great. And the Buffalo
Historical Society will be ungrateful, indeed,
if it accepts this money and fails to record ali
this upon the monument erected by it, so that
future generations may grasp at a glance the
interesting facts in the case.
They Make Their Own Bills.
"\MELL, well ?! exclaimed Western friend
of mine the other day as we hurried
into an elevated car, New York Is ahead of
me! From what I've heard and read and per.
sonally know, 1 was under the impression that
they'd steal the pennies off dead niggers
eyes here. 1 expected they'd try and hold me
up, bunko me, or something of that sort be-
fore I'd been in town half day. During the
first "A hours 1 kept my eyes peeled for pick
pockets and sharks and counted my money
every time went back to my hotel. Just to see
whether it was all there Now I've been here
a week, seen everything, been everywhere, met
the best kind of fellows and had good time
and haven't met with a bad break yet. The
other day was down town and went into
crowded place to get bite to eat. 1t was
packed. Everybody was grabbing sandwiches,
cakes and all sorts of truck and eating like
mad. The prices we're stuck on 'em, but nobody
paid attention to anybody else and nobody was
on the watch to collect. At first didn't know
what to do. SO just did as saw the rest do.
When l squeezed my way out found boy
grinding out tickets and calling "tenr' 'twen-
ty-hver' "hftyr' and handing the chips to peo-
pie. l asked him where l paid. He asked me
what had. When l told him he sang out
"thirty!' gave the crank turn and handed me
a bit of pasteboard like bar check and point
ed to man behind the desk near the door. 1
followed the rest and paid 80 cents for my
lunch. l had eaten two ham sandwiches and
big piece of pie and had drank two glasses of
milk. Everybody grabbed and ate and drank
and came out naming his own bill. They be-
lieve in each other here, Why, if they did
business that way in my town the restaurant
would have to close up the first week.
Il stopped to buy paper i'll front of my
hotel on the corner. There were lot of
papers on the little stand with stones and things
to hold them down. There were pennies and
nickels all over the papers and nothing to hold
them down. But there wasn't soul there to
watch or take your money, that could see. l
was in no hurry, so 1 waited little to see the
newsboy. s'posed he'd gone round the cor
ner. and as there were lots of people passing
thought I'd keep an eye on that money. But
nobody came. People Just took whatever
paper they wanted ana left penny or cents,
grabbed a paper and went on. Some of them
left nickels and dimes, and picked up the
change with their paper and went right along
like house fire. Then went up and took
paper and left a penny though 1 expected
somebody would rush out and collar me. L
found it's regular thing-and that it's way
they have here. Life seems to be too short to
be watching people and handing over and TAX
ing money on the nail, and they let this sort of
business run itself. 1t beats mel They couldn't
do that i'll my town. No. sir! II wouldn't
work"
Prayer Book and Pocket Book.
THE average New York lady goes through
life serenely, with a prayer book in one
hand and pocket book in the other. The
pocket book is usually in her right hand.
IS
Brides at the Statue.
IF A newly welded couple on the regulation
tour ever misses anything about New York
it is certainly not the Bartholdi statue. Scarcely
boat leaves the barge Office at the Battery
but what carries from two to half a dozen
couples who can be identified as recently made
brides and bridegrooms. That second day.
dress would give bride away anywhere. with
out even the self-consciousness of the more or
less awkward groom, whose chief business in
life at this stage Is to get as closely as possible
to it without treading on it. But it would be
Just as impossible to escape notice though the
matter of dress were out of the question. Sew
eral hundred emigrants, freshly landed and
waiting around the barge Office for heaven
only knows what. strain their foreign eyes
almost out of their sockets the bridal couples
pick their way through the crowd. arm in arm,
on the way to the boat. The sailors at the
stairs, lying by for their officers RETURN give
extra hitch to their loose trousers and wink at
each other in a tantalizing manner.
Bless you! they know 'em just as well as if
they had been to the wedding and had piece of
the brides cake in their hammocks this minute.
And the roustabouts at the narrow rail-guarded
gang plank of the Liberty Route" boat-well
they see the same melting scene daily and
hourly, from January to January-you couldn't
expect them to fall off the dock with astonish-
ment or admiration. They have become ex-
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