The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-12-15
ABOUT PEOPLE AND THINGS.

Senator Allison was requested to present
a prominent, though uncouth, Iowa editor
to the President but said frankly: II won't
present you to anybody until you cut your
hair"
Nine Diaz, wife of the Mexican Presi-
dent, has founded a home where girls can
always find employment. a nursery where
children of working women are cared for,
and a Magdalen home for repentant sinners,
Poor old Bismarck is tormented by the
toothache, yet when he consulted his doctor
the latter told him that a man at his age
ought to be delighted to have the tooth
ache STILL 1t makes one feel young again.
A. Conan Doyle's detective stories have
beer reconms uded to the police by a prison
society of England. Mr. Doyle said recently
that after the publication of his stories he
was almost deluged with letters telling fam
lily mysteries and asking his aid IN solving
them.
Here is the concise law of life on which
the late Barney Barnato founded his ca
reer: Never let a man wrong you with
out getting square, no matter how long you
wait: and never wrong a man If you can
help It,, because he will wait his time to
get back on you.
President Cleveland could not dictate any
matter which required consecutive thought
and always wrote his messages entirely.
President Mckinley, however. can take a
half hour now and then from his duties
and dictate his messages and correspond
ence to a stenographer.
The natives of "Thrums'' are turning Mr..
Barrie's fame to commercial advantage A
lemonade manufactured in the Kirriemuir
district bears a label with view of the
famous "Window in Thrums," and special
brand of goods sold by a local shopkeeper
has this inscription printed on its wrapper:
IN. B.-Every packet bears a true picture
of the window in Thrums and Mr.. Barries
residence"
A representative of the Paris Figaro, hav-
ing interviewed Alphonse Daudet as to the
candidacy of his brother Ernest for the
academy reports the author of "L'Immor-
te as saying that he did not in the least
censure his brother for standing for cleo
ton, and he would not object to seeing him
win. Had he himself not many friends in
the institution? Their number might in
crease, but he would never consent to be-
come member himself.
Lady Millais, the widow of the we'll
known painter, is dangerously i'll with can
Ger of the throat, the disease Of which her
husband died. She was at one time the wife
of John Ruskin, who when he found that
she was in love with his friend Millais,
whom he haQ brought to his house to paint
her portrait, secured divorce, without re-
HecttOn upon Mrs. RuSkin. He apparently
bore neither his wife nor his friend any i'll
will. for he attended their wedding. Some
say that he acted as best man, others that
he gave the bride away.
It was in the late John Sartain'S magazine
that Poes poem, 1.-THE Bells was first
printed OF Poe's last visit to him in his
old Sansom-street house Mr.. Sartain re-
Gently said: ''It was on Monday in 1S49.
Poe had been locked up in Moyamensing
prison over Sunday for intoxication, and
was completely unstrung. He thought there
was a conspiracy to kill him. and asked to
be hidden. I humored the frenzied poets
hallucinaton, and for two days he remained
in concealment in the SanSom-street house.
I even went so far as to cut off PoeS mus
tache at the latters request, in order that
his fancied enemies might not recognize
him. The first draft of THE Bells con-
sisted of only two StanZaS, and for these
he was paid SIS. A couple of days later
he appeared with another verse, and before
the poem was published he had added again
to it, BY this means he received $45 for the
poem, and had not the day Of publication
been near at hand he would probably have
kept on adding to it in the hope of receiving
additional remuneration.
Girls don't listen to fiattering beaux,
For while as friends they always peaux,
You'll find in reality they are feaux;
They f1atter your eyes, mouth and neauX,
And sing your praise from head to teaux,
They take you to balls, parties and sheaux,
And are adopts at concealng their Weaux,
Although as tickle as the wind that bleaux.
-PittShurp Chronicle