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Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1895-03-07
WAS COZENS GUILTY?
Story of the Crime for Which He
Suffered p Years.

Governor Altgeld's pardon of Viii
liam COZenS, who has been serving a
life sentence i'm the penitentiary at
Joliet, has called to memory a we'll
night forgotten chapter in the criminal
history of Champaign county. The
Crime for which COzens was sent to
prison was one of the least pI@vOked,
most COLD blOOded and malicious that
is reported in the ANNALS of eastern
Illinois, ard it has been for many
years THE consensus of opinion that
the real culprit waS mott punished
in the person of COZens. In all hu-
man probability the facts of the ira
gedy will never be known, and conse
quently there will always be a doubt
as to whether on not COzenS has been
punished for another's crime. Be that
as it may, however, he was beyond
question a participant in the tragedy.
The story of the crime, which OC-
Cured in 1872, lis about as follows:
Willie Harrison, a 16-year old boy who
lived in Champaign, and who, by the
way, was an exceedingly attractive and
popular youth, went hunting in the
woods which at that time surrounded
Champaign and Urbana on the north.
When night came and he did not put
In appearance at home his parents,
fearing some accident had befallen
him, instituted a search which was
carried Oh for three days before his
body was found. It was discovered
near a log covered with leaves, and
with a shotgun wound in the back of
the head. Young HarrisOn's gun
which was a very valuable one, was
missing, and it looked as if he had
been killed for it. The cas- was for
some time shrorded in mystery, but
at the end of W weeks suspicion
had been directed SC strongly toward
John White, a worthless character of
UrbanIa, that he was arrested on some
trivial charge for the sole purpose of
preventing his leaving the country.
The sweating process was resOrted 10,
and lit resulted in Whites ~confesSing
to having been an accompHice in the
I murder, in which he said William
Cozens was the principal. COZenS was
Immediately arrested and lie told the
same story in general detail, except
that he made himself am accomplice
and White the real murderer.
According to their stories, they met
hyoung Harrison in the woods near
] where the body was found and stopped
to have a chat with him. having pre-
viouSly planned to kill him in order
to get his gun During the conversa-
ton one of them took the gun to eX-
anime it The other attracted Har-
rison's attention so that the n with
the gun could get a chance to 'draw a
bead on him" AS soon as he got the
opportunity he let go one barrel and
Harrison was killed by a shot from
his own gun The murderers con-
cealed the body, took The gun and hid
it in a log. and frequently between
the time of the murder and their ar
rest used it in hunting. They Were
tried together and their evidence
showed them to be such coolblooded
Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1895-03-07
TO a DISTANT LADY.

Bold sailors yet. through frozen seas
Attempt to reach the Northern Pole;
ease,
To conquer the uncOnQuered goal.
a less heroic errantry-
Silvia! it is my chief endeavor
To reach your heart, though round it l.
For all L know, may cruise forever.
I've now been held these winters two
Bound in the ice of your disdain;
Could but / break a passage through,
I'd not ask to come south again.
Pail Mall Gazette.
Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1895-03-07
JANE COOAIBS ILL
Actress is Forced to Cancel all of her
Dates.

Elyria. Ohio. March 3.-Niss Jane
Coombs, the weT-known actress, VINO
was billed to appear here, is lying
dangerously I'll at Paulding. Ohio, with
congestion Of the lungs. Her condi-
ton is said to be a critical one All
her dates are being cancelled.
Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1895-03-07
SULLIVAN'S COMPANY.
Theatrical Trunks of His Party in the
Sheriff'S Hands.

Jacksonville, Ma, March 3.-John L..
Sullivan and the members of his par
ty left for New York Friday after hav-
ing been in Jackson willie q week. His
True American company has disband-
ed and his trunks are in the possession
of the sheriff. Sullivan mas no definite
plans for the future. He has received
numerous propositions, ranging from
posing as a dreadful example in tenn
perance lectures to steering an air
ship.
Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1895-03-07
WILSON
TAKE THE NEXT POSTMASTER
GENERAL.
He Is Appointed to Fill the Vacancy
Caused by BisselPs
Resignation.

Washington, Mar. LIN executive
session the nomination Of William L..
Wilson, to be postmaster general, was
referred to the postoffice committee,
and Immediately reported favorably,
but no action was taken because the
Sioux Falls postmastership stood at
the head. By agreement an executive
session will be held at noon today,
when both matters Will be disposed
of.
Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1895-03-07
HIGH-PRICED ELECTION.

Philadelphia, March 3.-According to
the returns made by the city commits
sioners it cost just S115, DOL % to con-
duct the late municipal election which
resulted in the defeat of ex-Gov. Pat
tison, DEM, by $1,000 majority.
Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1895-03-07

New York Press.-The governor Of
South Carolina hasn't said anything
for a long time. Tillman ruined the
whole business.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1895-12-22
A Flower Clock.
Harper's Round Table.

An English journal contains the follow
ing ingenious hint to the little gardeners.
We have not tested the scheme ourselves,
but 1t reads plausibly as follows 1t is
quite possible to so arrange flowers in a
garden that all the purposes of a clock
will be answered. In the time of Pliny
forty-six flowers were known to open and
number has since been largely increased.
For instance, bed OF common dandelions
would show when 1t was $50 in the morning
and $3.50 at night, respectively, for those
flowers open and shut at the times named,
frequently to the minute. The common
hawk-weed opens at in the morning, and
may be depended upon to close within a
few minutes of 2 in the afternoon. The
yellow goats beard shuts at II o'clock
noon absolutely to the minute, sidereal
time-that Is, when the sun attains its
highest altitude. Our clocks do not follow
the sun. but are generally few minutes
fast or slow, according to the longitude
Of the place where they are. The goats
beard, however, is true time all the world
over. The sowthistle opens at a. m. and
closes at 11-12 q. m. The white lily opens
at a. m. and closes at p. M; the pink
opens at q. m. and closes at $50 p. m.
In the towns few people know about such
details as these nor are the flower clocks
often seen anywhere, though they have
been constructed occasionally. Even in
take their dinner hour from the sun, or,
failing that, from the yellow goats beard,
which Is never mistaken, whether ii can
see the sun or not. Should any of the
readers Of the Round Table test the accu-
racy Of this singular time-keeping garden
ii Is to be hoped they will communicate
the result OF their experiment to the world.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1895-12-22

the fire. conversation has Jagged and she
saw James Podgett's eye begin to roll and
twinkle in such frantic manner that she
asked him, Are you thinking Of anything
particular. Mr.. Podgett? well. yes, Miss
Dawson. am. and I'll Just tell you what
IL is. I've been thinking mat I'm lonely
and you're lonely. both in the same boat.
you see. and we might just as well put
an end to il by you becoming Mrs. James
Podgett. Esq, that is. Of course. pro-
vided you're agreeable"
La, me-" gasped Mrs. Dawson, "this is
dreadful sudden. but now since you put
1t so plain before me, believe / am agree
able"
This all happened long ago, and Miss
Samantha, or rather Mrs. Samantha, now
has family gathering every Christmas
Of her very own, but there has never faded
from her mind the face of a little child
with golden curls and beautiful tender
eyes, who has long since gone to help the
angels sing: Peace on earth, good will to
men, HELEN JAMES JACKSON. :
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1895-12-22
The Captains Secret.

There was bay upon his forehead,
There was glory in his name;
He had led his countrys cohorts
Through the crimson field to fame,
Yet from his breast at midnight,
When the throng had ceased to cheer,
He took a faded blossom
And kissed 1t with tear.
A little faded violet,
bloom of faded hue;
But more than fame
Or loud acclaim
He priced it's faded blue.
We have all a hidden story
OF a day more bright and dear;
We may hide ii with our laughter,
1t will haunt us with a tear.
And we've all some little keepsake
Where no eye can ever mark,
And like the great commander,
We kiss it in the dark.
A little faded violet,
Perchance a loop of gold,
A gift of love
We prize above
All that the earth can hold.
Samuel Minturn Peck.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1895-12-22

F. NJ Bird in Lippincott.

An editor, however humble his gifts, soon
learns-what some of his correspondents
seem to find II difficult to understandable
a periodical Is not an eelemosynary institu-
ton nor a mutual admiration society; that
ii cannot safely be conducted on motives of
friendship or philanthropy; that IL is run
for the benefit of its owners and its readers.
and only incidentally for that of contrib
utors. Writers exist for the public. not the
public for the writer's; the writer is entitled
to recognition and reward only 50 far as he
profitable to the public. The magazine
could not go on without contributions, but
no particular contributor Is essential 10 1t.
place. Personal considerations ought TO
weigh very lightly with an editor. To ac-
vor. simply TO obiige the writer, however
dear or however renowned. Is excusable
only when the question or intrinsic value
is so nearly on the balance that there Is lit
tie TO gain or lose either by taking or by
leaving IL.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1895-12-22
A Popular Fallacy.
New York Ledger.


There is widespread impression among
medical men and the public at large that
there is little or no danger attending the
removal of the tonsils, and instruments
for this purpose are found in the posses
sion of almost every practitioner in the
land. An eminent surgeon declares that
removing the tonsils is an operation at
tended with a great deal of risk. One rea-
son for this seems to be that in cutting
there is danger OF approaching near the
large arteries. or. at all events, tapping
small veins that may cause alarming
hemorrhage. This physician gives an &C
count Of the removal of the tonsis from
the throat of a boy. when he was obliged
to hold the parts with his fingers for sew
eral hours to arrest the hemorrhage that
threatened the youths life; Having no
appliances at hand for checking the hem
orrhage, which was entirely unlocked for.
he came very near losing his patient. The
general practitioner is warned against too
free use of these Instruments; indeed, Ii
is as we'll to be very wary in cutting the
tonsiis at all, and not to operate upon
them unless Ii is absolutely necessary,
and then only remove sufficient surface
TO relieve the mechanical obstruction
caused by their enlargement.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1895-12-22
THOMAS HARDY.
Personality of EnElnnd's Greatest
Living Novelist.


Letter in Boston Transcript.
Though he is neither listless nor languid,
Hardy's appearance is that of a man who
has lately recovered from an Illness. His
cheeks slightly sunken and his skin is
sallow, speaking of sendentary labors, the
midnight lamp. and of constitution that
could not support the sustained a strain OF
tale and possess that phosphorescent light
that indicates energy The solution of
is mentally as robust as he is physically
delicate, or 1t may be that his strong mind
has sometimes to struggle against the
Hardy is neither tain nor commanding in
stature. His manner is free from nervous
ness, showiness, or excessive movement; in
acteristic of him, and there IS nothing in
his presence that Is strong enough to in
innate the quality of his mind. The most
ingly keen and clever. His bronzed hair,
now tinged with gray and brushed back,
is becoming thin. His slender mustache
Although spare in type, his shoulders are
broad and give him the appearance of be-
ing larger than he is when he is seen sit
AS is the case with many English writer's,
Hardy lives in the country and comes to
brush away the cobwebs by contact with
men who keep the rust from their steel and
the tarnish from their silver. Hardy's quiet
home is not far away from the pretty little
town Of Dorchester, in Dorchestershire. his
native country.
This home is entirely the work of HRS own.
hands. Every room, window and hail. every
alcove, cupboard and doorway is designed
to suit his own and his wifes fancy. The
house stands on small piece of land and
is surrounded by a few acres OF garden
and lawn. The manner in which the land
came into his possession is interesting.
The particular piece of ground he wanted
was part of large tract belonging to a
land company, of which the Prince of Wales
was president. Though the Prince did not
know Hardy personally he greatly admired
his work On one occasion the directors of
the land company met, the Prince presid-
ing and when the report was read Mr.
Hardy's application for a few acres was al
luded to. but merely incidentally. with the
remark that 1t would. of course, have to be
declined. The Prince said What Hardy Is
It? Not the author?" "Yes; Thomas Hardy
was the reply. Then why not let him have
the few acres?" said the Prince. HE would
not have asked had he not set his heart on
the spot. Yes; let him have them"
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1895-12-22
A Christmas Prayer.

Lord, for the lonely heart
4 pray apart:
Now, for the son of sorrow
Whom this tomorrow
Rejoiceth not, o Lord,
Hear my weak word.
For lives too bitter to be borne.
For the tempted and the torn,
For the prisoner in the cell
For the shame lip doth not tell,
For the haggard suicide,
Peace. peace, this christmas-tide!
Into the desert trod
By the long sick. o God!
Into the patient gloom
OF that small room
Where lies the child of pain
OF all neglected rnost-be fam
To enter. healing, and remain.
Now, at the fall of day,
i bow and pray;
For those who cannot sleep
A watch keep;
o let the starving brain
BE fed, and fed again;
At Thy beheSt tf-s--
The tortured nerve find rest.
I see the vacant chair
Father of souls, prepare
My poor thoughts feeble power
To plead this hour
For the empty, aching home
Where the silent footsteps come,
Where the unseen face looks on,
Where the hand-clasp is not felt,
Where the dearest eyes are gone,
Where the portrait on the wall
Stirs and struggles as to speak;
Where the light breath from the hail
Calls the color to the cheek;
Where the voice breaks in the hymn,
When the sunset burneth dim:
Where the late, large tear will start,
Frozen by the broken heart;
Where the lesson is TO learn
How to live, to grieve, to yearn,
How to bear, and how to how
o the Christmas that Is f1edi-
Lord of living and of dead,
Comfort Thoui
Elizabeth Stuart Phelps
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1895-12-22
Lnuub Lest I should Weep.

I come from realms where dreams are rife,
From stilest death to saddest life.
From eyes still vexed with sleep;
I press the hair as children may,
The tangled locks gone all astray,
And laugh, lest / should weep.
Back from the night I turn my face,
Out of the dark ghost-haunted place,
With slow tired feet / creep:
7 seek the fair, unclouded day
Where birds may pipe and children play,
And laugh, lest 1 should weep.
/ work through all the sUnlit hours,
Mid breaking hearts and blooming flowers,
Though scant the dole / reap.
Friends pass and cry in envious way
"Her heart is light. for who so gay?'
All friends IL were too sad to say,
at laugh, lest I should weep"
Mary Riddell Corley, in Boston Trans
criDt
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1895-12-22
Age.

youth. sun-fooded by fair curls.
Whose eyes are clear and bright,
With cheeks through which the warm lift
whirls, -
And footsteps quick and light.
An old man with snow-drffted crown,
Dim eye and failing breath,
Who totters on his cane adown
The rapid slope to death.
Ii this were all from dawn to dusk
Life would be most ,forlorn,
But 10, it is the withered husk
That holds the ripeneds corn.
spencer. Fred Leigh Pochin.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1895-12-22
Rejecting Long Chances.
BROOKLYN Life.

Miss Bryn Mawr-Why did you discon-
tinue your college course?
Miss Vassar-Forty per cent. of the wom-
en- who take the higher education do not
marry.
Miss Bryn Mawr-Well?
Miss Vassar-Among the uneducated the
odds are 80 per cent. less.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1895-12-22
A Holiday Disadvantage.
Washington Star.

Its real mean" she sobbed; II ought to
girls
why. what's the matter. DEAR" asked
her mother.
II had to give up and let them pass me
in the crush for the bargain counter just
because they have studied football and /
haven't"
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1895-12-22
The Way they often Start.


Mamma-Billy, what do you and Tommy
Jones mean by fighting so? What would
you think If you saw Mr.. Jones and your
papa acting that way?
Billy - That's what we were fighting
about. / bet that my papa could lick Tom
my Jones's papa, and then Tommy got
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1895-12-22
OFFERINGS OF THE POETS.


From the Italian.)
With a brunette I had engaged in quarrel,
But thought 1 could clearly see my way.
She intrigued with shameless. wanton fell
low;
My love for her was done that very day.
Then she. returned. thoueht with two little
words
To steal into my heart again, but mol
Locked is my heart and hidden is the key;
Who. once without. no more within can go.
A little maiden, one cruelty fair.
Thou makest my heart like candle flame.
With signs and groans / permeate the air
If but hear the mention of thy name.
o, from the snow lesson thou wouldst
gain; ~ Ia. -.
The snow is cold, yet to the hand will
cleave.
And thou, so cold and hard, thou givest
Thou seest me dead and leavest me to
grieve.
1 would i were transformed into a boy,
With water frkin then the streets I'd ply.
To that high house I'd go in my employ;
Fair ladies, will We not some yater buy?
A maiden might look down to me and sigh,
"Who is the feilow Athat brings water
here?'' A."
Alert and knowingly I would reply,
1T is not water, it is but Loves tears"
I went into a new street yester eve,
Unto maid a budding rose threw
The cunning mother noticed it at once.
MY daughter, dear, who gave this rose to
you?"
20. mamma. mamma. nothing wrong sup
pose,
A neighbor girl presented me this rose"
MY child, wouldst make believe that
* is U'?"
Long before thou about such things /
knew
Alas. If signs could only speak, what sweet
ambassadors they'd be! This heart
AS messengers would send them and
Intelligence to my beloved impart.
Into hawthorn changed be would ]:
My branches in this open I'd unfold
Then If my love should haply wander by
Upon her little coat 1 would lay hold
COMPOUNDED, she would turn and cry in
fear,
my God! the hawthorn nolds me pris-
oner."
SO long, my love, a prisoner remain,
Until We seek the church and freedom gain
Indianapolis. IS. p. w.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1895-12-22
Very Large, Indeed.

Chicago Record.
Poor Brown must have been terribly in
jured."
What makes you think so?'
That close-flsted old fellow Jorkins says
the wound looked to him to be about the
size Of q nickelr'
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1895-12-22
His Pushing Case.
Brooklyn Life

Brooklyn LIE.
There goes young Van Doodle over
there did you hear that he tried to blow
out his brains when the heiress refused
him?'
mo; did he succeed?"
'They don't know
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1895-12-22
HUMOR OF THE DAY.
I'm Unfortunate Present.

Mamma-Oh, Johnnie, are you going to
break all your toys? There, he's trying to
open that bank againi
Papa-First thing we know he'll grow up
to be burglar.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1895-12-22

Boston Transcript
He-Do you love me well enough to be my
wife?
She-More than that. / love you we'll
enough TO be your mother. Haven't you
heard that I'm going to marry your
father?
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1895-12-22

Spare Moments.

Squire MOmentS.
Old Lady-That parrot bought of you
uses dreadful language
Bird Dealer-Ah, mum, you should be
VERY careful what you SEE afore It,; it's
astonishing how quick them birds pick up
anythink.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1895-12-22
II Talk Were Money.
Chicago P

Chicago Post
The sporting man was angry.
Money talks he exclaimed
Possibly replied the lawyer calmly,
'but the rule isn't reversible"
What do you mean by that?'
why all that talks isn't money. If 1t
were thered be untold wealth in the prize
ring"
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1895-12-22

Love- If love thee best in time and space,
love thee not at ALL
I love a phantom standing in thy place,
Something that wears the semblance Of thy
face,
And answers indistinctly to my call.
Love IL thou lowest but what thine eyes see,
1t is not i, not /,
But simply some necessity in thee
Seeking satisfaction that may be
AS ample In another by and by.
Love, let the heavens tell us what love is;
Not passions fitful gust,
Not mysterious evanescent bliss
Spent in the lightning of O burning kiss,
But the souls life that stays when lips
are dust.
Anne L. Muzzey.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1895-12-22
Devotion.
Chicago Record.

Mrs. Brisque is devoted to her dead hus-
band, isn't she?'
Yes; she goes to the cemetery twice a
week TO throw away the flowers his two
other wives put on his grave"
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1895-12-22
No Cause for Alarm.
Detroit Free Press.

Detroit Free Press.
He-Were you alarmed, darling, when I
kissed you so suddenly in the conservatory
last night?
Darlng-Not a bit / rather thought it
WAS Won
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1895-12-22
Request.

II we should meet. in mercy pass me by,
Give me no word, no greeting as you 60:
There's so much between us that must die
Pass on in silence: It were better so.
Touching your hand the past would live
again,
Hearing your voice the old. dead griefs
would rise,
We are not strong enough to bear this pain,
So pass me BY with silent. downcast eyes.
BLACK and White.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1895-12-22
Asking for Information.

Wife = A letter in square envelope,
marked private, came for you this morning.
Husband-Is that so? Who was 1t from?
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1895-12-22
CHRISTMAS GIFT.

An examination of it
will convince those with
the ear but not the hand
for music of its alluring
sweetness, as well as
those who play instru-
mentS.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1895-12-22

Is an instrument that is
a delight in the home.
1t is a Music Box of the
most marvellous charac-
ter, producing, with all
the accuracy of an in
strument in the hands
of a virtuoso, the most
difficult and delightful
music. 1t is not limit
ed to a dozen pieces, but
a thousand can be
played on it. 1t is a
fitting