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Cincinnati Weekly Times (Newspaper) - June 19, 1884, Cincinnati, Ohio Vol. XLI.——IVo. S3.CITVOIIVIV^TI, THUMSDj^Y,    19,    1884. $1 Pei* Year. A Catoh. Oh! brlchtly f»ir ami wihlly fret Tlie Itrwik slipped onward to the Mft 111 ea.y ciincs, tliroiifrh channels doep, Where sMtduws noilihnl, ail asleep. And sliijting. singing, soft and low, The sobg such bappy waters know. rrone on the {rrau iienoath llie shade The crowiling ahler bushes made, ' With chill nrupped squarely in my hands, 1 wfltehml the water lap the saiiuis. Or piasli the mosses fringing down Between the rootlets, darkly brown. In lona-dwawn swells of drowsy glM The locusts drone came in 61 me. And just above the water’s flow Black, long-legged flies skiiiinied to and fro, W hile ’neatb the ferns, clone to the brink, A frog )>eered out with solemn Mink. A stump, ontpushing. ma<fr a pool Where waters lieepened, dark and cool. Aiwl glancing in with balf-siiut ares, *iy Just ivK-king in an eony way. 1 saw ni: icing ID ' sduy, finny prize in I Like ships at anchor in*a bay. Ah, no such pimy, worthlefW thing As small Imvs ««k with liook and string! ills ample siiice of silver gray Darkened and ftnsiied in gurirooiu way, AimI niinnowa, huddling as in fear, Viowed liiia with awe nor veiitand near, Oh! Insr asaflsh could be, lie swung within hie mimic sea; lits fliiN with idleflnp aint flip. Mnveil with each furwant. baukwarddip. Till slowly, slowly, he and I Were cuutrht by the same lullaby. —[Laura Garlan^ Carr. NOTES AND NKW3. Taller Dog and Raw Dog are the namea of two little towus south of Ueiipoer, Ore* son. Milkmen arc emigrating in large numbers to Miiincsota. The State is said to aave 7,000 lakes. Little boys in Mexico who obey their ieacber in school are rewarded by being allowed to smoke while they study. Mr. Charles Dudley Warner, accompanied by a Tale professor, about the middle of Julv, will start on a horseback trip through the mouutnins of North Carolina. A Washington photogriipber complains that among the public men of w’hom he was never able to obtain a sitting are Messrs. conkling, Don Cameron, Mowen, George, of Mississippi, and Plait. Popular editions both of Queen Victoria’s book and of the Princess Alice’s letters will be published early in the autumn. The Quetdi is anxious to Lave a sixpenny edition of thelutter’s work. Long before he was cattle king of Texas Charley Goodnight was a banker In Colorado. where he failed and bid his creditors goiNl night for good. Uis ntiinerous herds have put liiin on bis feet agalu in Colorado and clsew here. Miss Emma Nevada, the young Ameri-ean prima donna who made so signal a success at the Paris Itnliens this season, has lieen engaged for Madrid and Lisbon next season. Mr. Mnpleson made her an Oder for America, but was too late. A returned missioiiary says that the greatest toe to industry and civilization in tropical iKiuntries is the cocoanut tree. It goes on liearing fruit abundantly for forty yearS wiihoul any ciiltivatioii, and the natives, knowing that they can depend on it for subsistanc'c, remain lazy and savage. On a mountain near Balmoral wHtbe set up A cairn to the memory of the late Duke of Albany. Cairns have already been erected in that neurhborliood to the Prince Consort and to Princess Alice. When the Princess Royal was innrricd a cairn was set up in couimeuiuration of her departure. At the meeting of the British Geographical Society this month a paper on the ascent of the Himalayas is to lie read by Mr. Graham, a Scotchman, who is said to have reached a height of 27,000 feet above the level of the sea. Mr. Gniham is understood not to despair of yet reaching the top ot Mount Everest, Miss Lilliiin Taylor, daughter of the late Bavard Taylor, has delighted her friends by evincing an artistic talent closely akin to genius. Some of her sketches from life miglit with credit be attributed to far older and more lumous bands. In a few days she will sail for Eurojie, there to pursue her studies in the best schools of art. Miss Taylor upiiears also to have inherited an euviuble share of literary abU'ty. It she can find the necessary money, it is said that Spain will order this year an iron clad of from 8,000 to 9,000 tons and carrying fifty ton guns in revolving turrets. The Maddd corresjiondent of the Loudon Times says of the project that ‘Mo those who know bpain, her resources, and the necessity of limiting her mnrinc warfare to strictly defensive puriiost's, except so far as swift cruisers might molest the enemy’s traders, the order for such a vessel is an act of gigantic folly, both as regards its first cost and its future maintenance or usefulness.” IdntMiln’M Politic»! tiacAci^J* [The Current.] In 1860 the Republicans of Central Illinois bad no other candidate for Governor than Lincoln, nod in other parts of the Btate no name was so prominently men-tioueil but that be could have bad the nomination unanimously, bad be been willing *0 accept it. When he was spoken to on 'the subject by Hon, T. J. Pickett, then the editorial associate of the writer, he characteristically replied to Mr. Pickett, who was one ol bis intimate friends; ‘‘No, Tom, I’m not the man, because I can’t be elected: but Bisscll’s the man—nominate Bisscll; 1 reckon we cun elect him.” Bissell was nominated and was elecietl, although the Jtepublicnus lost the Electoral vote of the State, and thus was rengwedly confirmed Lincoln’s oft demonstrated political sagac-^v. It is hardly necessary to mention that the reason of Bissell’s strength over Lincoln was that he carried with him a number of Demociau who bad nut yet declared themselves Republicans. Stinging, irriUUdn, all Kblnoy and Urinary complaints cured by ‘•Buchu-paiba.” II. Whalebone is now selllDg at the rate of 112,250 per ton. «‘Buchu-paiba,” Great Kiauvy and Urinary Cure.Sltt AL6£RN0N’8 INTENTIONS IN THREE EPISODES. MOBNING. Sir Aljrcmon Tndor was eminently aristocratic and exceediii*^ good-look-inf, blit not altogether so wise as a baronet with a rent-roll of £10,000 a year ought to be. And Sir Algernon was desperately in lore with Lady Dolly Castleton, who was, as everybotly knew, the prettiest girl in all the county, and not a bad match even for Sir Algernon. '‘Dolly, for her part, was quite awai*e of the tender feeling she had inspii*cd, and was even prepared to reciprocate it as soon as the gentleman gave her a chance of doing so, without overstepping the bounds of maiden modesty and reserve; for Dolly was a very discreet young lady, and knew better than to make herself cheap by meeting advances too readily, or doing any of the love-making herself. And poor Sir Algernon, who was shy and not very ready of speech, found this sweet, unvarying friendliness very trying, for he was dreadfully in love, and anxious above all things to propose, and get that difficult question •if his mind, and yet he never seemed able to ariivo at the desired goal. But one morning he screw^ up his courage to a very high point. Fortune hail favored him, lor he had been invited to lunch at the house where Dolly was staying, and he was to remain for a small dance which was to follow on the same evening, so that he would pass many consecutive hours ill tlie iinniediate neighborhood of Ills idol, and it was all but iiu|)08si-ble that the day could pass without giving him the desired op|K>rtunity. ‘•I’ll projwse to-day—I'll settle it all to-day,” said Sir Algernon to himself over and over again, as he dressed himself with the most scrupulous care. ‘•I’ll go over early with those ducts she promised to try with me. That will give usaii«xcuse for getting into some room by oui*8elves, and When the music and words have led up to ir, ITl have it out with her. I believes she cares for me, and I’ll make her give me lay answer. I can’t live a day longer in this suspense.” Fortune favors the brave, and Sir Algernon, who tried to persuado himself that his courage was unbounded, soon found himself alone with Dolly and his duets in a delightful little boudoir, where it was most likely they would remain undisturbed ail the morning. Dolly, in the most charming of morning wrapiicrs, looked more like an angel than a young lady, and the tender way in which that fascinating pair sang Mntiinchtal duets was truly romaiiUc, and deserved a more appreciative audience than that afforded by the giggling couple who were enjoying the music just ousidc the door. Now, it must be explained that Dolly Castleton had a very mischievous brother, who had reached the merciless age of iiiuctoen. Of this fact Sir Algernon was aware, and always took care to do his love-making beyond the reach of that young man’s sharp eyes. But ho ivas not aware of the existence of an equally mischievous younger sister, because she had only just appeared uiwn the scene, and very much astonished aud disgusted was he when, just as he had summoned up his resolution, and was about to pour into Dolly’s ears the story of his hojies and feare, the door was’ffung open, and these two audacious individuals rushed noisily in, followed by a great mastiff dog of so fierce an aspect that Sir Algernou fletl precipitately into a corner and barricaded himselt with a table aud two chairs. Dolly pouted and looked daggers at her brother and sister, but her voice was sweet and placid as ever. “Sir Algernon, I must nrcscut you to my sister Freda (Fi*edaie, do send that horrid dog away). People think we are very much alike—sometimes we arc mistaken for one another.” Dolly and Freda were alike in feature and iii voice; but the likeness was not easy to detect, for Dolly’s face was pensive and demure, and her voice low-toned and gentle; whereas Freda was always laughing, and her mischievous, saucy looks and ways were singularly unlike her sister’s. •‘Alike!” echoed Sir Algernon, as he slowly advanced with his eye on. the dog. “I can not see the smallest resemblance. Why, nobody in his senses could mistake you for a moment—impossible! Still, I am delighted to make Lady Freda’s acquaintance. 1 really did not know “Did not know of my existence!” laughed Freda. “How odd; for I’ve hcai-d oceans and oceans of stories about you. Indeed, I am quite tired “Hush, Freda!” interposed Dolly’s gentle yet commanding tones, and Charley stopped any further talk by bursting into a roar of laughter. He was standing by the piano looking at the music, which stood oi>en. “Just listen to the woixls, Freda— did yon ever hear such bosh ?” Here followed some extracts, in which sentiment certainly preponderated over sense, and which produced such an outbreak of mirth from the irrepressible brother and sister, that Dolly looked vexed and Sir Algernon discomfited; both made excuses to slip away from the room, though not together. “Isn’t he a muff?” laughed Charley. “Well, rather; but I dare say he’d just suit I>olly. He isn’t bad looking, and I think they like one another.” “Oh! I don’t want to hinder their love making. I’d give anytliing to hear what he says to her when they’re alone. Oh, Fred!” with a sudden gleam of inspiration, “you could make yourself just like Dolly if you chose. Couldn’t you contrive to come across liim in the dusk aud give him a sell ? It would just serve him right for saying you weren’t alike.” Fmla’s face dimpled into laughter, and she looked at Charley reflectively, with her head on one side. “We are going to ride this afternoon, Dully aud 1, and 1 believe she’ll come, because she does not «are to seem to crave her Algernon’s society too much. We do look almost exactly alike in our habits; and I can contrive that he shall not sec me before we start. If you’ll get him alone in this room at dusk. I’ll give Dolly and the groom the slip, and gallop home. Then I can come in quite innocently, and surprise him in the gloaming, and you can be listening outside; and then we shall never pine any more to know what he says, and how he says it.” “First-rate!”cried Charley, ecstatic-sll.v. “Won’t he be wild when he finds out! You’re a brick, Fred, and we’ll do it.” AFTERNOON. “If only she would come again! If only I could sec her now!” quoth Sir Algernon, as he paced up and down the little boudoir at dusk. “If only I could see her again alone, I would not let the chance slip. I had got so very near the point, if only that dreadful brother and sister had not come. Oh, if I could only get such another chance again!” The door opened quietly, and a dark figure stood in the doorway. A soft voice asked— “Are you there, Freda ?” and as the baronet sprang eagerly forwai’d the girlish figure started violently. “Sir Algernon! You here! Have yon • seen anything of Freda ? We lost her out riding. She is so reckless, I am afraid she will come to a bad end one of these days.” “I have not seen your sister, but, I^dy Dolly, please come in. I have so wished to speak to you—to sec you alone again. Take this chair, (zivc me the chance to finish what I had only begun to say this inornin».’* The graceful, girlish figure In the riding-habit advanced rc.adily, and seated itself against the dim light. The vail tied lightly across the face could not conceal the well known contour of cheek and lip which had from the first so bewitched him. “Lady Dolly—dear Dolly!”-he exclaimed, rapturously, “you are the loveliest woman in the world I” Had he not been so preoccupied by his own emotions, he might have heard a faint giggle from the object of his adoration as ho made this admission. “Yes, the loveliest—the most adorable. My heart has been on fire ever since I first saw your face.” “I’ln afraid you must have been awfully ’uncomfortable,” said the soft voice, that seemed to quiver a little. “I have been living ever since that time in a strange, sweet dream, in which I have been hauiitcil by your fair face, as—a»--a8one is haunted by a vision in—in—in—” “In a nightmare?” concluded the soft voice, still tremulous; “I am very sorry.” “Sorry! Why should you be soriy ? It has bocu the joy, the delight of my wliole life. Dolly, dearest Dolly,” in a moment Sir Algernon had flung himself upon his knees at her feet, aud had seized lier hand and covered it with kisses, “you know that 1 am yours, that I love you with iny life and soul. Say that von can love mo, too, a little. Dolly, bid me hope—say you will be mine, and I shall be, of all incn, the most happy.” But the usually self-possessed and gentle Dolly seemed quite taken aback and frightened by this sudden declaration, and tried to draw her hand away and eseajie. “Oh, 1 don’t know! How can I tell! Oh, do let me go. I think I hear somebody coming.” “Say that you love me! Say yon will be mine!” pleaded the young lover, with ever-iiicreasing fervor. “Oh, my love, my darling, say that you will marry nio!” “Oh. yes, yes—anything you like; please let me go. Oh, yes. I’ll do anything—only* I’m sure somebody is coming. Do, do go away—I know it’s Charley.’l The dreaded name acted like a spell. Sir Algernon vanished like a dream, carrying with him the pleasant sense of a victory more easily gained than ho had anticipated. Charley entered, shaking with laughter. “Well, you’ve been and gone and done it now, Freddie. I never enjoyed a thing more in my life. It was as good as ten plays.” “Oh, Charley, who could have thought he’d propose ? It was horrid when he began that. What did I say?” “You accepted him, my dear, and very wisely, too. It would have been loo bad to have blighted Dolly’s future. You acted wisely and well.” “But he’ll think he’s engaged to Dolly 1” cried Freda, and there’ll be some horrid scene at the dance tonight, I ought to tell Dollv, but I don’t like. She’ll be so wild.^’ “Don’t you say aword,”advised the wily Charley, i’ll niaiiafrc it all. if you’ll leave it to me. I ll keep an eye on them, and if a row seems iinnii-nent I’ll summon you, and we can explain. I think they'll soen make it up between them afterward.” THE ASSASSIN’S HORSE. EVENING. Sir Algernon was in a state of ecstatic, joy as he dressed himself for the dance that evening. Heiiqd done the deed at last. He had proposed, and had been accepted, and as Dolly’s betrothed husband he felt himself as bold as a lion. “Poor little love, how frightened she seemed!—she who has always been so sclf-nosses-sed and calm. Perhaps she wa.s not as much prc])ared for it as I had thought Well, I will finish all I had to say to-night. Wc will make up for that sceond 'inter-rnption. That drcndful brother shall not disturb us a thii-d time. Now that she has promised to be my wife, I can face the whole world. My tenderness shall drive all her fears away, sweet darling!” Sir Algernon dcscendeil to the dancing room, where a waJtz wa.s go-ingon. Dolly was dancing, and she was engaged seven or eight deep already ; but the lover patiently bided his time, secure in the strength of his own position. At last he held her in his arm and glided gently over the smooth floor; first in the silence of Satisfaction, but with a growing desire to hear her voice again. “Dolly, my darling!” he áoftly whispered ill her ear. She drew herself slightly away, and looked at him in a way he did not understand. “My sweet love—my Dolly, no one can hear me. Do not be aft-aid. You know that you have given yourself to me.” “Sir Algernon, you forget youeelf straugcl)-1” said Lady Dollv, drawing up lier head in her most stately tvay. Sadly dismayed at such a rebutf, poor Sir Algernon drew hU ofleuded partner into a small roqm which oiiened from the one in w)iich they were dancing. “My dearest—my own Dolly—you can not forget what took place between us in the boudoir to-day. We were interrupted, I know, but not before you liad said—” “I said nothing which could warrant such language as you have just employed.^ I am much suriirised aud displeased,’” said Dolly in her haughtiest tone. “But Dolly, dear Dolly.” “Call me Lady Dolly, if you please.” “But indeed you did promise—” “I have promised you nothiug, and vou know it.” “But—Oh, Dolly, you must listen-you—” The door burst open oucc again— iutciTuptious that day seemed inevitable. Freda and Charley appeared, flushed and laughing. “Sir Algernon—Dolly,” began the saucy girl, “don’t quarrel and be angry with one another. It’s all my fault. I pretended to be Dolly this afternoon in the dusk. Sir Algernon, to pav you out for saying no one con d mistake us. He proposed to me, Dolly, and I was so frightened I had to accept him, because 1 thought that is what you would have done in my nlace. I’m awfully sorry, and indeed I’d no idea he would do anything more than say a few pretty things. I never was so frightened in all my life as when I found out what I’d let myself in for. Please don’t quarrel, because it was all my fault! I think that’s all. Come, Charley, we shall lose our waltz if wc stay any longer.” Brother and sister vanished as as quickly as they had apiieared. “Oh, Charley!” said Freda, with a long gasp, “I’m glad I’ve got it offniy mind. 1 do liopc I haven’t done any harm. I didn’t mean to make iilis-chief.” “Never you fear,” said Charley reassuringly ; “they’ll make it up fast enough, now they’re left alone together.” The irrepressible Freda enjoyed her daiicce very much after that. “It’s all righ^” said Charley, coming up and whispering to her, some three-quarters of an hour later. “I peeped in through the keyhole, and they’re still there, sitting together on the sofa; and he’s got his arm round her waist, and she’s put her liead on his shoulder I” “Oh, I am glad!” cried Freda, gladly; and then bursting into a merry laugh, she added, “sooner she than I, Charley, all the same! ’ Ten years aso a penuilesa man, with a peculiarly shaped head, made a bargain with a I^ndon Professor ol Anatomy by which the latter was to have the bead on payment of .the man’s fqueral expenses. Meanwhile the man became wealthy, and when ne died the other day bis ftiends trial to avoid lultlllina the contract. But the Professor insisted, and the matter is to be brought before the law courts. I’ending me decision,'the defunct gentleman has been buried with bis bead on bis shoulders. Angostura Bitters, the .world renowned appetizer and invlaorator, imparts a de-1ÍC10U8 flavor to all drinks and cures dyspepsia, diarrbcea, fever and ague. Try it, bufcbeware of counterfeits. Aak your gro. cer or druggist for the eenuine Angostura, manufactured by Dr. J. 0. B. SlegertA 80U8, The Animal Ridden by Booth After the Assassination. [Washington Uvpublionn.] Much has been written about the movements of John Wilkes Booth after he had assasshiateti President Lincoln,but the question has often been asked:    “What    became    of    the    horse that he mounted in the alley in the rear of Ford’s Theater and rotle to the lower part of Maryland, accompanied in ids flight by the young mail, Harold ?” At the time the tragedy was enacted by Booth he had for some time previous been a guest at the National Hotel. In the rear of the hotel, on C street, and upon the op|K>site side, is a large liverv stable, wliich, in 1865, Mr. James W. Puinphrey was, and is at tlie present time, the proprietor. Mr. Puinphrey, in conversation with a Washiiighin Republican re-imrter, gave the following interesting particulars concerning the Idring of the animal which Booth rmle on Good Friday, 1865, the night of the assassination : Said Mr. Pumphrcy: “Booth had been taxing rides for six months prior to the day preceiling the night of tJie assassination. He generally came to the stable in the morning, but snme-tiincs ill the afternoon. On Gootl Friday he came to the stable at about 1:30 p. in. and asked me fur his horse. His favorite liorse was a lar^o sorrel I told him the sorrel was hired out, but that I could let him have a small bay mare then standing in the stall. He said, ‘All right,’ and asked me if 1 would go aud have a drink with him, which I declined. “While the animal was being sad-dleil and briijled, Booth, who always wore spurs when riding, stoo|)cd down and commenced putting on the 8{)urs which had been handed him, riglit near a pool of muddy water, made by the washing of carriages. I remonstrated with him for doing so, aud asked him why he didn’t put his fuot ii|K>n a box. ‘Ob, it don’t make any diftereiice,’ ho replied. He showed the same affable aud pleasing manner so characteristic of him when coining to the • stable and apparently hatl nothing spcciaHm his mind. He always wove one suit when riding, a dark blue suit, with a slouch hat of color to n atch. I saw him mount and leave l,ho stable, but liavc never seen that bay mare since. She was a mare that could make very good speed, and as horses were high at the time I valued her at <!2,ó90.” “What do you sujiiioso became of the animal ?”    ^ “All I know about it is Ibis: During the trial 1 was told by Harold that before Booth and he crossed over to the Virginia side of the Potomac they destroyed the horses they rode.” Continuing, Mr. Puinphrey said: “At the time of the assassination ])o-lice headquarters were on Tenth street, where a Military Court of Inquiry had been established. Ui>on going to police headquarters I was shown a spur, which I swore to having been worn by Booth. I was requested to lie very careful in my testimony, and was asked how or by what particular mark 1 could tell the spur was the one usually worn by Booth ? ‘Because,’ I replied, ‘it is a fine steel spur, ami as 1 have handled it so often I ought to know it. I was then asked to select from a number of hats shown me the one Bootli wore on the day he hired the mare, and after tumbling over several of them I selected the one which I have referretl to. The spur was found sticking in a portion of the decorations of the box at Foixl’s Theater, from which Booth leaped on the night of the assassination. I can not say whero the hat was found, wliether in the theater or tlie alley where he mounted and ro<le ofi‘. I never received any compensation for the loss of tlie mare. “On the night of the assassination several of the Government detectives came to my stable, and I was the first one to give them a clew to the whereabouts of Payne, Booth and Harold. I told them to go first to the residence of Jolin Surratt’s mother, on II street, and tlicn to Surrattsvillc. The result of this clew is, of course, familiar to everyboily.” A Biic Gnn. [United SoFTice Magazine.] An event of more than ordinary interest to military men was the successful casting, ou May (i, at tlie South Boston Iron Works, of the first of the four experimental guns of large size orderotl by the Government. Its largest diameter is 58 inches aud the sniallcst 26 inches. It is S9‘.j feet long aud there we'c melted to make it 108 tons of iron in three furnaces, each coiitaiuiiig thirty-six tons. The time occuj)ic(l ill casting was twenty-five inimitcs. It was one of the most sncccssfni ever made, so that a good gun is likely to be tlie result. When finished it will be a 12-inch breech-loading rifle, 30 feet in length, carrying a projectile of 700 pounds’ weight, which, with a charge of 150 pounds of powder, it is estimated it will project to a distance of six miles. When comjileted it will weigh about 98 tons. The next ^un to be cast will have a steel tube in it; the third will be wound with steel wire, and a fourth will have a steel tube aud be etrcngtUeocd by steel boops. All these guns are contracted for by the South Boston Iron AVorks Company, and will be completed as quickly as IK)ssiblc. There is no doubt but these guns, if they fulfill the anticipations entertained regarding tiieir capacity and endurance, will mark an imi>ortant step in the construction of powerful heavy artillery. It is said that the French Government is now making large guns of a similar size and character to those in course of construction at South Boston. It is iindcr-stootl that twenty-six of these monster guns, liiieil Mith steel tubes aud strengthened with steel hoops, are now in process of construction iii the French Government foundries. If these great guns are a success, it would seem as if the iron dads would have to give up the contest, for no armor that could be floatesi could probably withstand projectiles Ironi ordnance of their character. A Rich Utile Girl. [Waahington RepubUcaa.] The richest little girl in the world is the seven-year old daughter of Captain George 11. Perkins, of the navy, who is well known in this city. She is worth $7,000,000 in her own name, the amount having been left her recently by her grandfatlier, William F. Weld, of Boston. Mr. AVcId was the father of the little girl’s mother, and wlicn lie died four heirs, iiicludiug the child, came into |H>»sc8»iou of the bulk of his fortune, $28,000,000, which was divided into four [Hirtions. Tlic sum of $20,000 and a valuable residence in Boston were bequeathed to Mrs. Perkins, wife of the Ca|»lain, and $20,000 annuall)' to be used in caring for the little millionaire heiress until she reaches the legal age and claims lier millions. This makes Captain Perkin’s income ill actual cash $40,000, without including his (iovernineiit salary or tlie rental from his iiiagiiificcnt residence in Boston. Secretary Chandler yesterday characterized the story that (/'aptain Perkins had resigned from the navy to look after his estates as untrue, and said that he has been onlcrcd to tliity on lioard of the steamer Hartford. The Cui>tnin applied for one year’s leuviv with a view of resigning at the end of tlic vear. The department, however, dtícline<l to grant the request, as lie had been away from duty for two years. The Secretary said the Captain was one of the best ofliccrs in the service, and that he woukl not resign, because he loves sea life too well. The Clown’s Death Mask. [rtiilnUclpbla Times.] Kalpistri, wlio committed suicide in Paris the other day, was a pupil of Debureau, the greatest pantoiiiiinist that ever appeared upon the French stage. Kalpistri’s great cliaractei' was the Pierro or white faced clown of French pantomime. “Nobody knows what that whitened face really means,” he told a French journalist one day. “It is death whose pale ina«k reflects the emotions more quickly and completely than the living face. The slightest wrinkle or contractiou of the features has a world of meaning. The most trifling change in the disposition of a dead man’s features has a moro poignant signification tlian the most violent grimace of the living. Pierrot has the face of tiic dead. If he whitens it, it is that the slightest play of feature may excite in the violent einotio’.i that watcliing the contraction of a dead man’s features gives us. If our iiupressioiis are more violent it is because Pierrot is death-laughing, crying or surprised; that is, not the ordinary death’s head, with its fleshless skull, eyeless sockets and meaningless grin, but the head of death tile moment after the soul has taken flight. “I only tried it once,’’ said the poor fellow, ‘’but the people were afraid. They had to ring the curtain down. They thought I was drunk.” And he burst into tears. Ho was a victim of acute mciaticliolia. A Sharp WitncM. [Tiic llcpublic ] During a recent trial the following occurred, varying the monotony of the proceedings. Among the witnesses was as verdant a si>ccimon of humanity as one couhl wish to meet ^ith. After severe cross examination, the counsel for the Government paused; and then, putting on a look of severity, and an officious shake of of the head, exclaimed: “Mr. Witness, has not an effort been made to induce you to tell a diflerent story ?” “A different story from what I have told, sir?” “That is what I mean.” “Yes, sir; several persons have tried to get me to tell a differeirt story from what I have told, but they couldu’t.” “Now, sir, upon your oath, I wish to know who those persons are?” “Waal, I guess you’ve tried about as haixi as any of ’em.” The witness was dismissed, while the Judge, jury and spectators indulged in a hearty laugh. This is the best season in which to purify the blood, and Hood’s Sarsaparilla is the best blood purifier. lOU doses one dollar. L’nmade Vajr. We knew by the clomis twifee eastward It was go.iifc to rain that day, And there was the whole of the meadow lot All npn-ad with the trasrant hay. And the clouds crew darker and larger Ah tho wind the tree tojie too-<d. And, bard though 1 was working. It seemed that the bay was kMt. My farm was a smalt and poor one. And the hay crop was all I ha*l. And I could not afford to hire a man. For the times were dull and ba<l. And matters wore looking dreary For me that summer day. When I heard a sweet voice behind me; “I will help you get in the hay !*’ ’Twss my neighbor’s daughter, Molly, Who livcil Just acmes the r.md, And soft was ttie light in her down-cast eye* Ami the biiish on her check that glowed. I gladly accepted llie servicd slie offered in friendly wav. And there by my side that afternooa She help me gather the huy. Slic WHS no line lady feeble, Thungb her arms were plnmp and white. And slkerakml all day w ith me row for row. Till the faII of the summer night. And then, when we ccascd our lubors. And the hav was stored awav. From the «leptii of my heart I lhanketi her For her kindness to me that day. And I took her home to her cottage. Blit I didn't pause to woo. And I HskfHl not her hand in marriage. Which I kmiw slie thought I’d do. 1 left hers Ihere at the gak*way. Beneath the branches brown. And from her Imtks I know she wui I1ie maddest girl in town. -[T. P. C. CVRKENT FUN. “A fellow feeling” in your pocket for your purse tioes not make you feel “wondrous kind” toward the feeler. —[Judge. A Chicago milkinau is nanictl Schalk. It doesn’t Io<»k so had spelled that way, but the milk has the usiiaJ taste,—[Lowell Citizen. Watersponts are reported in Kan-s.ts, but if the object is to gather s crowd a lager sjiout ivoiild lie more to the pur|K)se.—[HartfonI Post. Ill Texas the mosquitoes are already HO annoying that even Major Penn, tlic «listiuguished revivalist, can not keep his congregation asleep.—[Texas Siftings. The statue of Martin Luther will feol quito al^tiouie in Washington, where rcloniiei*s arc as plentiful as faults In our neighbor’s childven.— [Boston Transcript. An Inquirer wants to know who is the author of “Sweet Violets,” and wc arc gla<! wo don’t know, because if wc did we might commit muitlcr. —[Merchant Traveler. It is said that Japanese women have never seen and do not know tiic nso of pins. A Japanese young man must feel comparatively sate in sitting on the same sofa with the young lady ic that country.—[Boston Post. A woman who was arrested at Va-randa, Hungary, on Wednesday, cou-fcsseil to having poisoned four husbands and hundreds of women during tho past ten years. Some womca are just “too killing” for aiiythiug.— [Norr. Herald. ‘•The Talc of a Bumble Bee” is th® title of a new l>ook for children. At the season is a[»proaching when they will all have more or less cx[)crienee with the actual tail of the bumblebee, any fictitious aceouiit would seem to lie superfluous.—[Burlington Free Press. Mark Twain is learning to ride tin bic^’clc. He will soon give an exhibition of iiiiioceiice abroad,—[Lowell Citizen. We hear he is going ou » tour with his “White Elephant” with “Tom Sawyei'” to drive the beast. They exix’ct to have splendid time Roughing It.—[Brooklyn Times.” Lillie Dcvereux Blake says “a bachelor is a man who has lost the opjiortunity of making some woman miserable.” A sort of goldcu opimr-tuiiity, ch, Lillie? It takes a good deal of money nowadays to keep a woman in real nice, miserable style— es|)ccially when the summer bonnet begins to bloom.—[Lowell Citizen. A White WiAi Sold ro an Indian. [Ulnta Chieftain.] A novel traiisaetfou took place ii this vicinity duriag the past few days. It is of coniuion occurrence foi ail Indian to buy a squaw, hut for a white man to sell hfe wife and children to ail Indian is a transaction we never before hcaixl of. The two principals to the transaction were Tlios. Kirby, of Almy,a i>usillaiiimous little cur,and a dusky sou of the forest,who has been loitering hereabout for several days. It appears that Kiiby,by his abuse, had long since driv«ii liis wife from homo, who took up her abotlo in Evanston, together with three children. The first that n as known of tlie swap was on Wednestlay morning, when the Indian bolteil into tho house, every room of which lie pi*o-I'oeded to examine. Tho lady in-(|iiired as to his iiitentions,whcreupoik he inturmed her that “Little white man in Almy sell me white squaw aiul three pap[K)ose—two girls, ouo boy—for jionies.” Tho would-be pro])crtv of the ludiau was so minutely described that what he said carried conviction in the wife’s mind as to Kirby’s intentions, and it was only through the persuasion of Beckwith, Quilín & Co. s teamster that the irato red man did not carry off his new purchases.. “Rough on KaU" cicara out RaU, MUw. ito.

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