The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1894-04-22

II belonged to the woman and that she had
forgotten IL. The train had progressed
some distance from the station, but the
accommodating man felt that his oppor-
tunity had arrived and, gathering up the
bundle, rushed TO the rear door and threw
the severe woman who stood On the plat
form, and pointed TO the bundle. Evidently
she didn't understand his action put ao tne
bis duty, and was happy: He sought ms
seat again and was preparing to resume ms
proportions raised UP from the front Oh the
ear and passed to the seat lately occupied
by the severe woman
"Wha's dat bundle / lef huh in dlS
seat" she inquired Indignantly. at the same
time cycling the accommodating man sa1spi-
ciously. The latter began to grow uncom-
the colored woman's effects, and now that
package was lying at the side Of the track
but something must be done, for the negress
was growing hostile Two or three passen-
gers had noticed the movements of, Of the ,, AZ
from the train, and began TO cast glanceS or
inquiry in his direction Each instant the
erty was growing greater, and the accom-
modating man felt that he had certainly
reached the crisis OF his life At length
the colored woman began TO weep, ana
somebody suggested that the conductor
ought to be made acquainted with the
facts. Then a happy thought fitted through
would stop the train explain the matter to
the conductor and have the engineer run
back to the station where the package had
rope, gave ii a couple Of vicious jerks and
sat down The train began TO slow up and
eve. entered the door. the cars came to a
standstill.
The conductor was mad. and he took no
pains to conceal Ii. He wanted to know in
no gentle terms who had stopped that
train, and the accommodating man de-
cided that he had better confess, He did
so. and was elected from the car AS he
jumped from the step the colored woman
tauntingly requested him to forward her
package IL he should come across 1t. and the
passengers said he got just what he deserved.
'As every Lincoln assassination ami
versary rolls round a new crop Of reminis
cences ripens. but as so many Of them
have now been harvested the yield has be-
come scanty.'' said DR.. w. B. Clarke
mine Is rather of the assassin Booth than
of the martyr President. 1t shows, first,
the extreme to which vain actor will go
in order to bring down the house. or. sec
ond, that Booth may have had Union SYM
pathies early in the war, and third, 1t may
disclose the real animus for the rash act
that just twenty-nine years ago last Sun
day plunged the whole world in mourning
for the grandest man In IL.
Early in the sixties John Wilkes Booth
was billed to play Richard IIri at De
Bars, st. Louis While the city was pretty
hot and a deep secession undercurrent
very strong, 1T was under Union control,
and so many soldiers were in the city that
on the night of which 1 speak Booths
AUDIENCE was mainly composed of boys in
blue; Pretty pointed illusions MS, to rebels =;
| the play, but when the hump-backed
| tyrant reached the lines,
March on, march on, since we are up
If not to fight with foreign enemies,
| Yet to beat down these rebels here at
| home
| Booth gave them with magnifcence Of
diction, action and power of which the best
efforts Of his brother Edwin could seem
but feeble imitation, and that is saying
| a great deal though Wilkes always sheer
] ingly alluded to his brother Edwin as "a
| mocha meal stick. not an actor To say
| that the house was brought down might
| express the truth. but pandemonium let
| loose would do it better. Great law
| judges and medical insanity experts,
n9tably the recently deGsa tba Sir James he's
| nourishing an idea may become so diseased
in his mind that he cannot control it. This
| stage character, and one that very likely
was ever present in Booths mind, viz:
| The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian
OUTLINES in fame the pious fool that
| raised it
| ''Of course in Booths case Ii would be
| but an act of supererogation for me TO say
\ that history will be kind to him. But
| il seems a pity that his name cannot be
| disconnected from the immortal one it is
! so indissolubly united with. but that can
I never be any more than can that Of Bene-
| dict Arnold from the history of the revolu-
| ton or that of the other traitor, jeff Davis,
| from that of the rebellion"