The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1893-05-07
a previous engagement prevents, but I
nope lt will be safiafanfnru

49, Indignation suffused the brow of
bliss !" oodruf. and she felt herself getting
mau from the tip of her retrousse nose TO
ine neels OF her tiny feet. but she must an
swer. In q voice wholly unreasonable at
tne other end of the line she simply re-
"Ratsr'
ne receiver slammed into place with
sucn violence that the girls in the tele-
phohe ONCE stood sghast. and the elegant
wedding invitations in the hands of the
printer were the next day recalled.
=
Inc philosophy of dreams was peculiarly
exemplified last week by the elevator acct
cent which occurred at the Circle Park
Motel Mrs. Maria Rhodius. owner of the
honse. was on last Sunday night visited
Dy q strange sleeping vision, and, although
she does not claim TO believe In the super
natural, in the light of subsequent events
Is compelled to acknowledge that there
was something remarkable in the incident
detailed below. In the hote. is employed
John Orlfltb, the head +. waiter, and his
young brother, Ora. the latter having been
engaged as elevator boy. Yesterday d week
ago ora Griihth. while walking rapidly on
the street. stepped upon a banana peel,
ana. In falling. dislocated his wrist.
mIS. hhodlus assisted In binding up the
injured member. and the accident passed
from her mind On the folio win Sunday
- utCdlUs u GlcdI tIu
vivid sleeping fancy, in which she thought
that Ora Griffith had fallen down the ele-
vator shaft and had broken his arm. She
wasso affected by the singular reverie that
on Monday morning she related the cir
cumstance to John Griffith and earnestly
cautioned him to keep his brother away
from the elevator. John was also i'm
pressed with the warning. and all day Mon
day was assiduous in his care to keep the
boy out of the way of possible danger. He
succeeded, but on Monday night, in at
tempting to ascend TO the upper apart
ments of the hotel by means of the elevator,
No missed his footing and was himself pre-
cipitated to the bottom of the shaft and
nearly killed. When Mrs. RhodIus heard
the news of the accident she was hogritied
at having predicted it. but will hereafter
nave reason TO consult the dream book.
+
1t was years ago in, an Indiana county
court in which the judge was a man of
practical views and direct methods. There
came q case In which the plaintiff had sold
u piece of land to the defendant and had
received the stipulated price and yet his
lawyer was trying to recover the property.
Before the hearing had proceeded far, the
judge broke In.
"Mr. A did your client sell the land to b,
and did b pay the stipulated pricef"
"Ihat,y our Honor. Is not the contention"
replied the attorney; the deed conveying
the property is detective and is, in fact. no
deed because no seal Is attached"
But did the defendant pay the price for
the land which was agreed between the
partiess" insisted the Judge.
Il know of nothing TO the contrary"
hesitatingly said the lawyer. bur you
Honor will see that there is no seal opposite
the name" continued technical limb of the
law, handing up the deed. The Judge took
the deed, looked ut IL and addressing the
clerk of the court said:
"Mr. Clerk. hand me that box of wafers."
The Judge took a wafer, tore q bit of paper
from a sheet before him. wet the wafer and
applied the seal.
There. Brother A. said the Judge, "the
deed Is oil right now. It may be put in as
evidence. A man is not going to be cheated
out of his farm In this court when there IS
O whole box of waters in the clerks desk"
Bob Furguson is the name of q driver on
the Clifford-avenue line. A few nights
ago, on the out trip, he had but a single
passenger. a girl. who. according to Bob's
statement, was about sixteen years old,
and weighed about two hundred pounds.
Just before reaching the end of the Cllf-
ford-avenue line there is a path leading
through the sea of mud. The girl told Fur
puson she wished to get Oft at that path.
He tried TO stop at the path. but for some
unacconntable reason the brake would not
work. and the car was carried several feet
beyond. The girl was much perplexed by
the faiinre to stop at the path. What
shall / dol" she asked. Il have on slip
pers. and there Is ten inches of mud there"
Furguson looked at the street. which was
a yeritable river OF mud. and then at the
girl Wait a minute" he replied. and tying
the lines around the brake he stepped to
the rear of the car and taking the girl in
his arms. carried her to the walk and re-
ceived her grateful thanks. which was
more than q sufficient reward for the ex-
ertion.
Nha L---reo- Ill = ~
Louislana-street stables he was unable to
convince the other drivers assembled that
the failure of the brake to work was accI-
dental. +
Some years ago there settled down in q
little western illinois town an old man,
who brought with him a long dog and q
fiddle. The dog was the old fellows con-
genial companion, and the fiddle was his
pastime. He only played one tune, and
that was some melllfinous combination of
"Rye-straw" and THE Arkansaw Trav-
eler." known in these degenerate days as
Johnny Get Your Gun" With this pro-
duction he took a number of liberties.
stretching 1t out into waltz time. the
jerky teeters of the polka step. or the less
nervously-constituted schottisohe. When
the occasion demanded he TIED its joints
| all together. and, at the sound of the gong,
| clattered around the ring c~otIllion fashion
until the rafters were dim in the dusk
I Inc llLtle DOls VINO DehTQ MIN OIteD re-
marked. with grinning glee: 'Pshaw. You
can't play" Such remarks always hurt
the old mans heart. and be would vindic-
lively answer: "Youns jes 40 back to Han
cock county. Indiany, and tell people Ole
Bobby Doble can't play and you'll git q
fight on your hands In a minute" This
always relieved him much. Filled with
confidence that the denizens of Riley's
native heath appreciated his genius. II no.
body else did. he fiddled ~serenely on To his
grave. +
They were two gentlemen of color assist.
ing in the artistic and responsible work of
I~evehng North Meridian street preparatory
TO the laying of asphalt. In the intervals
of their labor they rested on their shovels
and discussed current events. The Smith
| tragedy at North indianapolis did not
escape their reflective consideration. The
ger man was inclined to the belief that
murder had been committed.
mo, no.. son; dat corner ain gwine mex
out no murder. In my 'pinion. Smith and
he boy. dey bofe die q g~asphyxiation."
Then the old man rubbed his back and
stopped stifiy with his shovel In hand.
grumbling that he hadn't lone no wo'k ~
this yer kind lately. and hadn't done got
naturaliZed to it,"