Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, September 1, 1889, Page 18

-~ OMAHA’S NEW COAL MERCHANT ==A. B. MEYER & CO. ‘Our aim is to please and satisfy the coal consumer, giving them the best quality of coal that is | THE GRAD Anthracite, all sizes. Rock Sprin Blossburg Storage Yards, Corner Jones and DAILY BEE: SUNDAY, o R i SEPTEMBER 1, 1880.~TWENTY-FOUR PAGES: i SHIPPERS AND DEALERS IN COAL AND COKE mined for the least money. CLEAN AND PURE. mithing, Walnut Block, lowa Lump, Peacock, Silver Springs, Trenton, Gas House Main Office, 103 South 15th Street, Opposite Postoffice, i ES of COAL HANDLED BY US ‘ Coke. bth Streets, Telephone No. 1490. » & COMPANTY. WHE SOLICIT & TRIAL ORDER FROM YOU. BUB INCERSOLL’S IDEAL MA. He Is Found In the Person of an Bditor. A CREED OF LIGHT AND LOVE. The Great Infidel's Magnificent Tri- i bute to the Life and Work of ‘His Friend, Horace Seaver, of Boston. A Poem in Prose, Robert G. Ingersoll on Sunday last delivered the address at the funeral of Horace Seaver, editor of the Boston Investigator. The seryices were held at Paine Memorial hall, Boston, which was crowded with eminent free thinkers from all parts of New England. Colonel Ingersoll’s address was a most fmpressive one. Following is a e batim report : ** Horace Seaver was a pioneer, & torch-bearer, a toiler in that great fisld we call the world—a worker for his fellow-men. At the end of his task he has fallen asleep, and we are met to tell the story of his long aud useful life—to pay our tribute to his work and worth. He was one “who saw the dawn while othewrs lived in night. He kept his face toward the ‘purpling east’ and watched the coming of the blessed days. He always sought for light. His object was to know, to find a reason for his faith—a fact on which to build. In superstitition’s sands he sought the E:ms’ot truth; in supervstition’s night Jooked for stars. *“Born in New England—reared amid the cruel superstitions of his time—he had the manhood and the courage to in- yestigate, and he had the goodness and the courage to tell his honest thoughts. He was always kind and sought to win the"confidence of men by sympathy and love.. There was no taiat or touch of malice in_his blood. To him his fel- lows did'not seem depraved—they were not whally bad—there waé within the heart¢f ench the seeds of good. He knew that back of every thought and act were forces uncontrolled, He wisely said: ‘Circimstances furnish the seeds of good and evil, and man is but the soil in which they grow.’ He fought the oredd and loved the man. He pitied those who feared and shuddered at the sthought ot death—who dwelt in dark- nesd and in dread. "™ 7 KIND AND TENDER. *“The. religion of his day filled his ! heart with horror. He was kind, com- iounte “and tender, and could not Il upon his knees before a cruel and revengeful God—he could not bow to ‘onfé who slew with famine, sword and fire—to one pitiless as pestilence, re- lentless as the lightning stroke. Jeho- «¥alb had no attribute that he could love, He attacked the creed of New England, a creed that had within 1t the ferocity of Knox, the malice of Calvin, the elty of Jonathan Edwards; a religion that had a monster for a God; areligion whose dogmas would have shocked can- nibals {easting on babies. Horace ver followed the light of his brain— ihe impulse of his heart. He was at- tacked, ‘but he aunswered the insulter with a smile; and even he who coined maligoant lies was treated as a friend misled. did pot ask God to forgive his enemies; he forgave them himself. He was sincere. Sincerity is the true wnd perfect mirror of the mind. 1t re- + flects the honest thought. It 1s the foundation of character, and without it there is no moral grandeur. Sacred ure | belief. — the “lips from ‘which have .s- sued conly truth. Over all wealth, above all station, above the noble, the robed, and the crowned, rises the sin- cere man, - Happy is the man who neither paints nor patches, veils nor veneers, ~ Blessed is he who wears no mask. The man who lies before us wrapped in perfect. peace practiced no art to hide or half - conceal his thought. He did not write or speak the double words that might be useful in retreat. He gave a truthful transeript of his mind and sought fo- make his meaning clear aslight. To use his own words, hehud fthe courage which impels a man.téHo his duty---to hold fast his iot@grity-—-to maintain a conscience void “of" offense at every hazard and every'sacrifice in defiance of the world. He lived to his ideal. He sought the approbation of himself. He did not build his character upon the opinions of others, and it was out.of the very depths of his nature that he asked the profound question: . SWhat is there in other men that makes us desire their approbation, and fear their censure, more than our own?’ <.+ A LOYAL CITIZEN. *‘Horace Seaver was a good and loyal ecitizémw ‘of “the neutral republic, a liever. in intelloctaal hospitality, one who knew that bigotry is born of ignor- ance.and fear, the proviucialism of the brain. He did not belong to the tribe, or to the nation, but to the human ra His sympathy was wide as want, 1 like'the-sky. bent_above the suffering world, " T'his man had that superb thing which we call moral courage—courage in ite bighest form. He knew that his thoughts.were not the thoughts of others—that he wgs with the few, and that :Whare_one would take his side thousgnds would be his cager foes. He knowthat wealth would scorn and cul- tured ignorance deride, and thatall be- liovers in the ereéds, buttressed by law and gustom, would hurl the missiles of revenge and hate, He knew that lies, like snakes, would fill tho pathway of his life, and yet he told his honest thought, toid it without hatred and without contempt, told it as it really was. And so, through all his days, his heart = was sound and stainless to the core. When he enlisted in the army whose banner is the light the honest investigator was looked upon a8 Yost and cursed,and even Chris- tian children neld him in contempt. The believing embezzler, the orthodox wife-beater—even the murderer—lifted his bloody hands and thanked God that on his soul there was nostain of un- In nearly eyery state of our re- public the man who denied the absurdi- ties and impossinilities lying at the foundation of what is called orthodox religion was denied his civil rights. He was not canopied by the ZBgis of the law. He stood beyond the reach of sympathy. He was not allowed to tes- tify against the invader of his home, the seeker for his life. His lips are closed, He was'declared dishonorable because he was honest. His unbelief made him a social leper, a parian, an outcast, He was the victim of religious hate and scorn. Arrayed against him were alt the forces, all* the hypocrisies of society. All mistakes and lies were his enemies. Even the theist was de- nounced as o disturber of the peace be- cause he told his thoughts in kind and candid words. He was called a blas- phemer because he sought to rescue the repetition of his God from the slanders of orthodox priests. HIS§ WORK EEWARDED, Such was the bigotry of the time that natural love was lost. The unbelieving son wis hiated by his pious sire, and evea the mother’s heart by her creed was turned to stone. Horace Seaver | pursued his way, he worked and wrought as best he could in solitudeand want. He knew the day would come. He lived to be rewarded for his toil, to sce most of the lnws repeiled ‘that had made outcasts of the noblest, the wisest and the best. He livéd to see the fore- most preachers of the world attack the sacred creeds; He ‘lived to see the sciences released from. superstition’s clutch. He lived to see' the orthodox theologian take his pla¢e with the pro- fessor of the black artyvhe fortune teller and astrologer. ~Helivad fo see the best and greatest of the world accept his thought; to see the thaologians displac- ed by the great and-true priests of na- ture, by Humbolt and Darwin, by Hux- ley ana Haeckel. Within- the narrow compass of his lifé~ the world was chauged. The railway. the steamship, the telegraph made all nations neigh® bors; countless inventfons have made the luxuries of the past the necessities of to-day. Life has beed“epriched and man ennobled. The geologist has read the records of frost ard Rame,. of wind and rain; the astronomer Has teld the story of the stars; -the biplogist has sought the germ of life,.and in every department of knowledge the of- science sheds. .ite sacred The ancieat - creeds have grown -absurd; the miracles are small and mean; the inspired book is filled with fables told to please a child- ish world, and the dogma of eternal pain now shocks the heait and brain. He lived to see'a monument unveiled to Brunoin the city of Rome—to Gior- d Bruno, that great man who 289 y ago suffered death by fire from having proclaimed the truths that since have filled the world with joy. He lived to see the victim of the church a victor; lived to see his memory honored by a nation freed from papal chains. He worked knowing what the end must be, expecting little while he lived; but he knew that every fact in the wide uni- verse was on his side. He knew that wuth can wait, and o he worked pa- tient as eternity, He had the brain of a philosopher and the heart of a child. A MAN OF COMMON SENSE, “Horace Seaver wasa man of com- mon sense. By that I mean one who knows the law of average. He denied the Bible, not on account of what has been . discovered in astronomy, or the length of time it took to form the delta of the Nile. But he compared the things he found in the inspired book with what he knew. He knew that an- tiquity added nothing to probability, that %m of time can never take the ace of cause, and that the dust can never gather thick enough upon mistakes to made them equal with the truth. He knew that the old by no possibility could have been more wonderful than the new, and that the present is a perpetual torch by which we know the past, To him all miracles are mistakes, whose arents were cunning and credulity. f{u knew that mircles were not, be- cause they were not. He believed in the sublime, unbroken and eternal marches of causes and effects, denying chaos of chance and the caprice of power. He testified the past by the now, and judged of aull the men and races of the world by those he knew. e believed 1n religion of free thought andgood deed, of character, of sinoer- ity, of honest endeavor, of cheerful hope, of n,vmtmthy. and above all, in the religion of love and liberty, in & re- ligiun of every day, for the world in which we live, for the present; the re- ligion of rooffand raiment, of food, of lumllii{eufle, of intellectual hospitality: the religion that gives health and hap- piness, freedom and content. In the religion of work, in the ceremonies of honest labor, he lived for this world; if there be another he will live for that, | He did what he could 1or the destraction of ' fear, the de- struction of the imaginary monster who tortures the many in ' peraition. He was the friend of all the world, and sought to eivilize the humuan race. For more than fifty years he labored to free the bodies and souls of men, and thousands have read his words with joy. He sought the suffering and oppressed. He sat by those in pain, and his hand was laid in pity en the brow of death. He asked only tu be treated as he treated others - He asked for only what he earned,and he hud the manhood to. cheerfullv accept the consequences of -his actions. He ex- pected no reward for the gooaness of another, 3 HIS LIFE'S WORK DONE. “But he has lived his life. should shed no tears of gratitade. joice that he lived so long. In course his time had come. the sons were complete in him. The spring could never come again. He had taken life’s seven steps; the measure of his years was full. When the day is done, when the work of a life is finished, when the gold of eve- ning meets the dusk of night, beneath the silent stars the tired laborers should fall asleep. To outlive useful- ness is a double death. ‘Let me not live after my flame oil, to'“be the snuff of younger We lack sp **When the old oak is visited in vain by spring, when light and rain nolonger thrll, it is not well to stand leafless, desolate and alone. It is better far to fall where nature softly covers all with with woven, moss-creeping vine. How little, after all, we know of what is 11l or well. How 1little of this wondrous stream of cataracts and pools. this stream of life that rises in a world un- known and flows to that mysterious sea whose shoré tho foot of one who comes hath never pressed. How little of this we know; this struggling ray of light twixt gloom and gioom; this strip of land by yerdure clad, between the un- known wastes; this throbbing moment tilled with love and pain; this dream that lies between the shadowy shore of sleep and death. 'Wé stand upon this verge of chumbling time. We love, we hope, wé dfbppear. Again we min- gle with the Auét and the ‘knot intri- cate’ forever falls apart. But this we know, a_noblt life enriches all the world. Horh Seaver lived for others; he accepted“itoil and hope deferred. Poverty was'his' portion. Like Socra- tes, he did ddt’éeek to adorn his body, but rather bis 8oul with the jewels of charity, mod¥sty, courage, and, above all, with a lova'of liberty. “Farewell?Qbrave and modest man! Your lips, between which ran trath burst into bldssém, are forever closed. Your loving/hétirt has ceased to beat, vour busy bl is still, and from your hand has dke d the sacred torch. Your noble, shl*denying life has honor- ed us and wé will honor you. You were my friend and’l was i'curs. Above your silent clay T pay this tribute to your worth, Farewell | In Secret Places, Good Words. Ungathered beauties of a bounteous earth, ‘Wild flowers which grow on mountain paths untrod, ‘White water lillies looking up to God From solitary tasus—and human worth Doing meek.duty that no glory gains, Heroic souls, in secret places sown To live, tp suffer, and to die unkoown— Are not that loyeliness, and all these pains Wasted? Alas, then does it not suffice ‘That God is on the mountain, by the lake, And in such simple duty, for host aage His children gave their very blood as pricet The Father sees! If this does nat repay, What else! For plucked flowers fude, and praises sluy i We | | DIAMOND CHAMPIONS IN 68, The Famous Occidentals, Champion Ball Team of the West. ONLY ONE DEFEAT IN TWO YEARS That Was the Record of the Falls City Team—How They Beat the St. Jos Haymalke DI Time Ball Cranks, How it Was Done Years Ago. A great many people talk and write about the base ball 1k as though he were a novelty—a ature of the gen- eration, What nonsensel Why, base ball beat the railroads into Nebraska, and the fever raged with an intensity im- possible to this hustling dollar-gelting generation. Go back twenty years and recall the time when a lot of big, over-grown farmer boys from the furrows around Falls City came out in red fanuel shirts und velveteen pants and set the state by the ears with their playing. Falls City at that time wasn’t half as large as Cleveland’s vote in Posey county, but every man in the place was a ball crank, - It was 1o unusual thing to see eigh- teen men get out and slug and stop and run the bases for hours every day, while the other thirteen 1inhabitants bet even dollars on runs. Dave Holt was county treasurer at that time, and as game a fellow, 50 tra- dition has it, as ever lived. Dave liked the game and wasa rattling good player himself. More than this, he had money. Along about ’68 he sorted out nine of the best players in the place and hired them to travel with him. Among them were Tommy Wilson, Frank Adams, H. N. McGrew, Amos Jennings, Elmer Frank, Alvin Frank and Will Dorring- ton. And whata green-looking lot of lads they were; called themselves the Occidentals, All the local teams fell before them, and one day Holt said he guessed he'd take his boys down to the state fair at Nebraska City and make a fight for the state championship aud the silver- tipped rosewood bat that accompanied the title, On the Sunday morning before the day set for the start, several members of the team stood before the postoflice waiting for the mail to open. A couple of them got into the street and began to do a little battery work, Presentl two tall, athletic country boys steppe off tho vralic aud bogan 1o play withi the others. And how they did swallow the balll Itdidn’t matter where it went, or how swift, they caught it as though it was the easiest sort of play. MeGrew backed up against the post- office to watch the strangers. Pretty soon one of them stepped up alongside biw and said: “Say, mister, I guess I know you.” “I guess not,” said Mac. “Didn’t you play with the Carleton, Illinois, club once?” the stranger per- sisted. “Yes, I just came from there, and I ximusldo recollect you now. Where d you come from?” “Why, I'm Henry Finch, and that’s Charley Finch, my brother. We're t Finch brothers, of Jerseyville, Illinois. Do you remember us now " Yes, Mac rememberad. These Jer- soyville boys had only the year before walloped the Carleton club so badly that it weat to pieces through sheer disgust. The Finch boys had worked straight through the diamond. Hi was catcher, Jim pitcher, and Charle) second baseman, and there were no better amateurs in the country. Mac’s first question was about Jim, and the boys said he had stayed at Jer- seyville. “Well, what are you doing?” “That’s our wagon over there,” said Charley, pointing out a white-topped rie schooner on the hillside oppo- site. That night Mac went over to Captain Tommy Wilson’s and told him about the Finch bo, “They’re just the finest players in the west, and if we can get them we want to do it,” he urged. “What can they do?” asked Tommy. “Do? why thay beat every club in Tllinois, and whipped St. Louis on her own grounds. They are wonders.” Next morning old man Finch agreed to let the boys off for $25 apiece and away the whole nine went in a huge noisy stage to Nebraska City. When the vehicle drew up in frontof the hotel, and the boys tumbled out, their *‘jay’ appearance and homely uniform made lots of fun for the Omaha players, who sat outside watching the country clubs come in and guying each in turn. Phe Owaha’s then as now had good players and lots of money behind them. McNumara, the wholesale liquor dealer, (he is dend yow) was their backer, and he had brought along $0,000 to prove his faith in his team. The Occidentals said nothing but went in and won the series and cham- pionship, defeating every club on the ground and threshed the Omahas as badly as the Pawnees. McNamara and other Omaha sports lost over 36,000, it is said, botting on their club. After this there was nothing too good for the Occidentals. Holt took them to Lawrence, Kansas, Leavenworth, St. Joe, Kansas City, Omaha—all .over the western country. They, beat every- thing in sight, not losing a single game on the tour. The Haymakers of St. Joo gave them the toughest fight they had anywhere. Tt was & warm clear day and thousands of people were out to see their crack team eat up the Nebraska men. Holt drove out to the grounds in an open carriage and bet with every man who would risk a dollar. Luck seemed to be against the visit- ors that day. They couldn’t touch the red-haired pitcher who opposed them, and at the end of the eighth the score was three to four against them. St. Joe couldn’t score in her half, and the first Occidental struck out, The next man got to first, and stuck there. “‘MeGrew at bat,” called the scorer. “Come over here,” shouted Holt from his carringe. ! When the player stood beside him Holt told him that every dollar he had on earth was bet on that gume and if they lost it something would occur to startle folks, and he tapped significant- 1y on his pistol pocket. The batter faced the plate so fright- ened he couldu’t see out to second base, and his knees knocked together like castanets, “One strike,” the umpire called; then another, and the audience fairly howled with delight, The third ball sailed through like a bullet, and in de- spair Mac swung out at it aud ran for dear life clear around the bases. He couldn’t see or hear much of anything, and he didn’t know whether he had hit the ball er not, but came home like a race horse. Then they told him he had knocked the ball clear out of the field for a homa run. SHLT Talk about fans and cranks!: Tha cranks that day didn’t let that boy touch grounds for hours. They carried him to his rooms, to supper, and out again, up and down the streots. The Nebraska farmers owned St. Joe that night, and no one said no to it. When they got back te their native fields -and brooks again they found n weighty contract to fill. ‘The Cincin- R re on their way to play the n ranci liagles, and they teles graphed ahead that they. would play a game at Omaha with the campion team of Nebraska Accordingly the lads with the vel- were summoned to play. st and only doefeat, but susable, for no team had hit d’in thoso days,and the ucky to hold the Reds n runs, re the Otoes, of Ne- braska City, won hampionship (the Occidentals having disbanded) and e of the Otoes, now employed Reed & Co., has silyer tip. All the members of vhe team dre alive yet, and all live within a radius of 500 miles of Omaha. The Finch boys are farmers near Phillipsburg, Kan. Tommy Wilson is dealing in mining stocks out at Aspen. Col. * He' was or= dained a minister, and for two or three ust bhas be preaching at . Col. anle Adams i & and a corking gdod one. Col= rd and the boys about town all know him. At present he is it Chicago on business. One of the boys who knew' Wilson and Adams when they were youths, snys that Tommy was the one whom everyone thought ¥as op‘the highway, ete., and that never was theco a more sanctified youth than Adams. But that's the way it goes in this world; just when you are most certain that you can call the turn on a man, you ire res minded that white men are mighty un- down to sevent After a few ye McGrew 18 connected with the Re- publican, Amos Jennings is in Lin- coln, Elmer and Alvin" ¥'rank’ repre- sent Uncle Sam in the office of the clerk of the United States circuit court. Elmer was a very clever left fielder, and Alvin was not a bit beliind him in'center. Will Dorrington, who played right fleld, owns a furniture store at Falls City. F. A. PUINAM. s The Hills, Harriet Francitie Crpcker, The everlasting hills! they hedge mo round And hold me safe within this narrow vide, From all the world’s great turmoil not.a sound ' Doth penetrate these silencas profound. Ah, life is a paradise in this fair yalo! At morning all the cast grows vivid red And all the hills reflect the rosy light; At sunset warm and mellow rays ard stied Adown the valley, while the mouutaiu head Stands for » woment bathed in glory bright. . Then, like @ being pure and fair as siow, Thé full moon rises grandly o'er the hilld, And mounting zenithward, serenc and’slow, She pours a flood of lizht on all below + »* And views her faco in myriud mountain sills. Ab, this is peace! to live at nature's side, To walk with her at morn anft noon and ove, ‘o wander free with nature for a euide, To drift and dream upon hfe's quiot tide, To find from worldly oures & swoel res prieve, e AT Vigor, vitality and a healthy appes tite, imparted by a little Angostura Bitters every morning, Sole Munufucs turers Dr. J. G. B, Sicgert.& Sons. Ab all druggists. e e e e D .