Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, August 8, 1891, Page 9

| | Fart 2. I i~ [= TWENTY-FIRST YE THE OmMmAHA DalLy BEE. AR. 8 , 1801-TWELVE PAGES. Pages 9 to 16 | NUMBER 50. - e > 4 THE GRAVE AND GAY IN VERSE. Cournge. Written for The Bee by F. A, W, Because 1 hold it sinful to despond, And will not let tiie bitterness of life Blind me with burning tears, but look beyond Its tumult and its strife Because I 1ift my head above the mist, Whero the sun shines and the broad breezes blow, By every ray and every raindrop kissed That God's love doth bestow, Think you I find no bitterness at all— No burden tw be born, like Christian's pack! Thiuk you there are no ready tears to fall, Beeause | keep them buck Why should I reserve, To curse myself and all who love me! Nay! A thousand times more good than 1 deserve God gives me cvery duy. keep life's ills with cold Aud in each one of these rebellious tears K pt bra He makes a rainbow shin| teful, I take his slizhtest gifts. or anly doubts arc mine. A Theatrical From the New York Mirrors Pretty little soubrette, Go lden hair a-curl, Slyly masquerading A% w summer girl, Dainty silken stockings, Saucy russct shoe Ribboned tennis racket ry out ruse. 1y back No fears pirode. Staying by the seaside, Merry minstrel man, Blowing in his sheckels, Face and hands of tan. Meets tho iittle soubretto There beside the sea Straightway fall in love with hef Days just one-two-three! Protty little soubrotte, Meiry minstrel mao, Wander off together, Like a picture on i fan; Love among the roscs, Ire another spring, Fetching little soubrette Wears a wedding ring. Now they’re billod together As i clover team, Life is pleasant weather, Like a summer dream. Minstrel man stiil funny— Soubrette not grown slow And an infans prodigy Travels with the show. Perhaps. Constantine E, Brook-, The thought of me will be to thee a dream, My fuco will vanish in the far-off past, When thou, a wanderer far by ficld and stream Back through thy checkered life thy glance shalt cast. Round thee the phautoms of the dear dead days Will weave strange spells until all things seem strange, And real uud unreal will interchange Like light and shadow througha forest maze: While I, afar away in peace sublime, Will love thee even as in the olden time: For I shall go before thee to that land Whero loving hicarts even now our coming wait; And when thy hour of parting comes, my hand Pernaps will lead thee through death's golden gate. A Frien Willis Boyd Allen. Who is thy Friend! not she who meekly bears Thy burdens, uncomplaining, with her own, But she who unto thee oft-times has shown How to subdue, muke helpmates, of thy cares Thy days of anguish 1 the desert shares, Takes from thy faltering haud tho flinty stone, Gives it back, oread; nor gives thee that alone, But adds the word of lifo—nay, even dares Cut deep with surgeon’s knife, it but to save “Thy soul from deadlier wound; heals with word, Restores shield, sword, Aud bids the battle bravely to the end, helmet, flight-discarded A Sunsct and Sunrvise. W. S Reet in St. Nicholas. Bow your heads, duisics white,daistes white: Bow your little heads, purple clover, And shiat your eyes up tight, for soon it will be night — Tho sun sots, aud daytime is over. Jan such be! Ihave a Friend. L 1 know. \:‘m eud, the eternal God—no earthly grave. Lift your little heads, daisies white, daisi white, And open'all your eyes, purple clover, For the sun is coming up to cover you with light, And to tell you that the nighttime is over. The Ancient Fiddle. Andrew Wilkinson, Talk, ole fiddle! you aw’ I} Moon gwine down an’ daylight's nigh, You kin laugh an’ you kin cr; Let folkses ail know you is live An’ feehn’ do sume as dem dancers all fool. ‘Wid etiune in de haid and chune in de heel; You knows de cotillon as well as de recl Come, scrape up, olo bow ! Lef us drive! sky; Tell stars be forgittin’ hit's time for to die, An’ roosters dis'members to crow You ain’t got hit's sperrit of sin is yo name; An' dem needn't lissen what hollers out “shumo 1's boun’ dut dey dunce or feels po'ly an’ lamo When yo feels de tech o' dis bow. Moon turn white an’ sky turn gray— Don't you heah dis fiddie say; Wheol yo' purdners, don sasshay, Whirl an’ come baclk to de ring; Han's all aroun’ to de lef’ ar’ right, Heelin' and tocin’ too swif' for sight, Forad an’ back’ard go shufilin’ light! Taik to um, fidale, an’ sing! \g, ole fiddle! dawn done brenk, Mawkin' birds begin to wake; Day gwino to pick up yo' las’ cliune, Once mo' up an' once ma’ down Swing vo' vardners, walk aroun’ Stop ole fiddle! beish yo' soun’ | For daylight's done Tollered de moon, Optimism, Ella Wheeler Wileor, 'm no reformer; for I see more light Than darkuess i the world; mine eyes aro quick "To cateh the first dim radinnce of the dawn Aud slow 10 note the cloud that threatens storm; The fragments and the beauty of the rose Delight me so, slight thought'l give its thorn ; Aud the sweet musie of the lark's clear song Stays longer with me than the night hawk's cry. Even in this great throe of pain calied Life 1 find a rapture linked with ch des pair Well worth the price of wnguish. 1 deteet More good than evil 1n humanity, Love lights more fires than hate guish Aund nluln Erow better as the old. oxtin- world grows With Yo Minnie E. Brown, can chaft with you dear chafug, I've the art, when you're sceming, to seem; I'voa laugh on my lips when you're laugh 1 when you're Aud & dream 1 my heart when you dream I've a thrill for your song when you'ro sing- ing I've u glow for the glow of your eye: vo a clasp for your hand when its elinging And @ 50b in my throat when you cry. T've a kiss for your kiss when you give it} 1've heart for your heart beating fos} Ive ulite fcr your life while you live it Bud e death for your desth st tho las ‘ biw looked long ut this ugexpected gpd L THE PHANTOM CAMP. A LEGEND OF IDAHO, G. F. Parsons in New York Ledger. Idaho territory during the sixties was one of the most lawless ragionson earth, The courts were corrupt, partisan, use- less for the ends of justi Murder and robbery went In a county sixty homicides had been com- mitted, and not one conviction had been had. The inevitable result of this siate | of things was the evolution of the vigi- lance committee, The limit of popular pitience once renched, retribution began, and wns pushed with a firmness that intimidated the sussins and thieves who had been permitted to do as It was in the fall named Benton Lewiston to train lond of disposed of his unpunished. single they pleased so lon of 1864 that a packer Jones, who had been from Virgiuia, Mont., with a merchandise, and had zoods at o satisfactory profit, mude his preparations for the return journey, having sold some of his pack mules, und discharged all but two of his men, as the train was going home unlonded, save with the goid dust which represented the outward cargo. [t was the beginning of October when Jones set out on his long journey, and in the mountaing some snow had already fallen, The packer took a tent with him, for the its were getting cold, and there was 1o veuson why he should expose himself more thun wi unuvoidable. His bus- iness indeed wasfull of danger and hard- ships, but it puid well, and he had so comfortable a bunk account that he was justified in some little luxury of travel The little party proceeded by e stages, for the roads were bad, and came worse as they entered the Root mountains. Nothing of occurred until they had been n week on the trail, but the seventh d out they overtook a party three men with six mules, who uppeared to be bound in th same direction as themselves, The free musonry of the road soon put both par- ties in possession of salient facts. The strangers were miners who had spent the summer in Montana, and after doing fairly well, wero now on their way to Lewiston to winter and arrange for the soring campaign. The times were such 10 man could gauge the charucter or purpose of any stranger. Neither dress, demeanor, language nor any of the conventional indications held good in that wild country. The roughest man both in appearance and manner might be honest as the day. The most pol- ished and best-dressed man might be a highwayman, gambler or murderer. It was just as likely, morcover, that the ruftianly looking stranger would not b lie his appearance, and in short there wis 10 wiy by which any one’s character could be conjectured "in advance of actual experience. This, however, did not affect intercourse appreciubly. The people of Idaho in those days were ac- customed, as they would have said, to “take big chances;’ und they commonly took hostage of fortune by carrying navy revolvers at their belts, so dis- posced that they could be grasped and used quickly, forthe one erowning urgu- ment, then, was *‘getting the drop” on an opponent. Now the three miners who joined Benton Jones were neither better nor worse-looking than their fellows, nor was there unything about them to throw suspicion upon their story. S0 Jones easily agreed to their suggestion that the two parties should thenceforth camp and march together, and when a likely camping-ground was reached that aftérnoon, they ali halted, put up their tents—for the miners also had one—lighted one big fire, cooked and ate their supper, and then sat socia- bly smoking around it, and “‘swapping yarns'’ until it was time to turn into their blankets. The next duy was the ighth out, and they were now well in the mountains, and a hundred and fifty miles from any settlement. All aay they climbed, and the air was sharp. During the afternoon they entered the region where snow had fallen and lay on the ground; and when they halted for the night it was upon a small platenu having a steep precipice on its left, and which was sur- the other three sides by higher and vocky ground, which shel- tered it from the prevailing wind. They were west of the divide, and between the Clearwater and Bitter Root rivers. The tents were pitehed near one of the rocky walls of the plateau, and after a hearty meal all hands gathered about the great fire, upon which half a tree had been piled, and began the usual indolent chat. When they halted for the night the wenther had been fine and the sky clear. und as they prepared supper the star twinkled brightly above them, with that sharp glitter which betokens frost. While they smoked their pipes, how over, they beecame aware that the stars were no fonger to be seen; that the sky had rapidly become overcast; that a darkness quite remarkuble for its opacity was closing in around the litie circle illuminated by the fire. Circumstances, as will be seen later, so befell that only three witnesses were to vemain of what happened during this memorable night, and of those three only Benton Jones, the pucker, could give a perfectly clear and connected ac- count. His two assistants, however, put their hands to an affidavit reciting the main facts, and thougn in the nature of the case no instrument of the kind could have any legal value, it at least demon- strated the readiness of the men to attirm their belief in what they thus at- tested. The six men in Jones' camp were scattered about the fire, some sit- ting on their saddles, some lounging on blunkets and horse cloths, It was time to turn in, but nobody had yet done so, rounded on and all who compared notés the next duy sgreed in saying that a curious feel- 1 of expeetation affected every man this stuge of the dark and still ht. Conversation had ceascd wehow. There wus something ting and disturbing in the something that made them thoughtful and mysteriously un Neither Jones nor his men could afterward how long this objectless vigil lasted. The only conclusion to be drawn from their stutements would seem to be that they fell asleep, or at least dozed, for when they became conscious once more o great and inexplicable chunge in the scone had taken place. The night, indeod, did not appear to have grown auy lghter, The sume palpable black- ness seewed to enfold and almost press down upon the camp, The fire behind which they weve sitting, too, had burned down to o bed of glowing embers without flame, But right in front of the fire, and about a hundred yards away, to- wied the other side of the plateau, could be distinctly seen another camp. also with two tents, and also with a great | five in front of it, while on the outskirts could be seen the dark forms of thestock und about the tents and the fire the fig- ures of sevoral men moved. Benton Jones and those who were with but, oddly enough, nobody “spoke, and nobody offered to do what in such cases was always the first thing thought of— namely, to step over to the new camp and exchange greetings und questions, How it me to be borne in upon them none could say, but the feeling was there, and recognized, that somehow this was not un ordinary scene upon which they were looking. The iden of anything mys- terious did not oceur to them, forthey were all intensely practical, and even stolid mon, possessing literaily no in ination and amenable to no supersti tions. Still they did not speuk to one nother, and by u general but uncon- scious movement they had all risen from their seats and stood gazing at the opposite them. And now w str thing was obsorve Though it wi dark all about thi own fire that a man who withdrew two yards from it van- ished, every movement of those in the camp could “be perceived quite clearly. As the action proceeded, in fact, almost appeared as though this singu camp had an atmosphere of its own —a iurid kind of atmosphere, which in- vested everything with a subdued glare. but if this was noticed, it not commented upon. The speetators were too deeply engrossed to exchange remarks, and it was afterward recalled that during the whole of what followed no word was spoken in Benton Jones’ camp, What they now saw was thist Two men approached one another by the five and evidently talked for some moments. Then one picked up a shotzun und the other an ax, and they walked away to where the stock were gathered. Now, these men should have disap- five- naturally peared us they receded from the light; but to the surprise of the obser ers, they remained in full view: it might almost be said that they carried their own light with them, for a faint, bluish luminosity outlined their forms. As they drew near the rocky wall of the plateau the man with the gun stooped low, as if examining something. As ho did 50, the man with the ax stepped Lehind him, swung his weapon high, and the next moment all could hear the peculiar sickening crash of steel against flesh and bone. They were witnessing a mur- der, and yot no impulse to rush forward and prevent or revenge it fell upon them. A shudder passed through them, and they stood motionless and silent as be- fore. While they watched, a ond man with an ax crept out of the brush- wood near wheve the man with the gun had fallen, and struck the prostrate form another heavy blow. Then the two assassins, moving softly, en- tered one of the tents. As they did so, the walls of the tent be- same, in some unaccountable way. trans parent, for two sleeping figures could be seen upon the ground inside. The in- truders took their stations, one by each of the sleepers, raised their axes, and two smashing sounds announced the suc- cess of their dreadful work. They pro- cceded to the other tent, inside of which could now be scen yet two move sleepers, These, also, were to be killed, but an ax slipped, and one awoke with ascream of pain and terror, upon which the bungling murderer dropped his ax, dr his pistol and shot his victim and the fifth man, who, aroused by his compan- ion’s cry, had tried to rise. The curious unnatural light con- tinued to expose every movement of the murderers, of whom it was by this time evident there were four, though three only , took an active part in the assassinations, and the fourth seemed greatly agitated and much in fear of his bolder companions. All the living men in the doomed camp having been thus disposed of, the criminals dragged the bodies together, stripped them carefully of whatever might help to identification, and then rolling them in gunny sacks and pieces of canvas, carried them, one by one, 10 the precipi- tous side of the plateau and threw them over the edge. This done, the murderers built a huge fire and into it they piled all the evidences of their crime. The tents, the clothing of the victims, - their addles, harness, equipments of ever kind were burned: and so careful were the operators that they raked she ashes for every serap of metal, put all these velies into u bag and hid the receptacle under a log on_the mountain side, far from the camp. In all they did, bow- ever, their every movement could be followed by those who were watching them; and in the precise and mechanical way in which every detwil was gone thiough, perhaps more sophisticated observers would have been struck with the strange suggestion of a stage repre sontation by actors who had so often re- peated the same picee as to peform it almost unconsciously. How long this weird spectacle con- tinued neither Benton Jones nor his companion could ever determine, for it eaded, so far as they were concerned, in as singular a manner as it had begun, At one moment they before them the huge fire, canopied with clouds of black smoke and the sharply outlined dark figures of the muraerers flitting about it, throwing on fresh fuel and thrusting into the heart of the blaze the various urticles they were bent upon destroying wholly. Then suddenly the black night, v scene vanished; the pitch closed in upon them all round as if a heavy ecurtain had been drawn, and simultancously o sense of ex- haustion and an overpowering drowsi- ness caused them one and all to drop where they had been standing and to sink into a profound, dreamless sleep. Benton Jones was, as he then thought, the first to awale; but to his surprise, when he opened his eyes the sun wos al ready two hours high, the day was bright and cleae, and the campfive, which had burncd down when he last noticed it, had been freshly made up. Rubbing his still heavy eyelids, he looked around, and then first porceived that his own tent ulone was standing. He roused his men, and investigation at once showed that' the ‘threc minors were gone, They had struck their tent, packed their mules, made up the fire, perhaps cooked their breakfast and then silently and secretly taken themselves off. This event would have been puz- zling enough haa not the memory of the pust night overshadowed all minor in- cidents. Of the second mp, whose tervible drama they had witnessed so vividly, not a vestige or token could be seen, The snow luy over the whole platesu some two inches deep, und save waere Jones’ own stock had trodden it the surfuco was still virgin. Notan indication wus to be seen of any other humin presence than their own. No dark patch on the unsullied covering of the earth marked the site of the great fire or the position of the two tents No stain on rock or shrubchronicled the awful crimes which had been committed under their eyes hut a few hours before, Strange us all this was, however, it did not greatly impress the men, for th had been sensible from the beginning that what they had seen was in some way out of the common order, and noth- ing showed this more clearly than the | in many ways extraordinary spectacle, | to int it wos fere in the tragedy while being enacted. Of course, they talkefl of nothing clse all the rest of the way to Lewiston, nnd, of course, when they arrived there thoy wera' not slow in relating their experience, They were telling that story in a saloon to an interesting crowd, whena veteran packer asked what day of the month andat w part of the route they had seen thess things, hey told him. The date W the eleventh of October, and the place they deseribed, giving its bearings as well us they could. “Just as T thought!” muttered the old man half to himself. Then, raising his voice, he said solemnly: *‘Bogs, ono year ngo, on the 11th of October, 1863 Floyd Magruder and four other men were murdered on that very plateau,and ull remember how lust Maveh Doe rd, Lave and Romain wer for that murder rightin this v town, "’ And so it was, The murder of Floyd gruder was one of the most atrocious crimes ever perpetrated in the region. Magruder was a packer and trader who accumulated $14,000 in gold dust, 1s returning with it to Lewiston. Howard, an educated scoundrel, of this, and devised a plot He and his Doe learned to obtain the gold. complicns, amed | rmed themselves into Magruder’s confidence so successfully that he took them into his employ, and on his homeward journey they gecom- panied him as trusted assistants, Two missionaries joined the train on the way biack, and these also were murdered, The details of the butchery were after- ward made known through the confe sion of Page, who turned state’s ey dence to save his ow! k. Had it de- pended upon the tervitorial authoritic the murderers would have escaped, for they had succeeded in getting as far as an Irancisco before the crime was dis- covered; but Hill Besely, the stago agent, & most determined and energotic man, had been a friend of Floyd Magruder, and he took up the pursuit, traced the criminals, caused their arrest in San Francisco, had them brought back to Lewiston, and never paused until they had been duly cuted. his immunity long, huving been kiiled in abrail only a few months after re- gaining his libérty. And now, what w it that Benton Jones and those who were with him saw th October night in the Bitter Root Mountains? That i8 a question which was debated by the people of Lewiston for a long time without anyone reaching a solution. There are, inded, certain theories held by queer thinkers to the effect that the agents of great crimes, when they enter the spirit world, are doamed to haunt the scenc of their vil- liany, and to re-enact it in a kind of ghastly dumb show. But the case of Benton Jones is_not quite finished, and what remains to be told seems to have a bearing upon the spectucle of the phan- tom camp: Two vears after that episode, the vigilance committee arrested, convicted and sentenced to in- stand death a notorious evil-doer- Be- Tho truitor, Page, did not enjoy fore he died he made a general confes- sion, and among other things he stated that he had been one of three men who joined themselves to the train of a packer named Jones, with the inteation of watching tieir opportunity, rising in the night snd killing him and his men for the sake of his gold. The fearful scene on October 11, however, had so completely unnerved and terrified the intending murderers that they had then and thero abandoned the undertaking, and had decamped stoalthily the next morning to avoid awkward ~questions. From tine time of that disclosure Benton Jones and his men entertained a very positive and well-defined theory as to the significance of the appearance here- in described. —— ABOUT WOMEN., Harper's Bazar. O woman, in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please; When pain and angumsh wring the brow, Then none so cheaply pleased as thou ! We've only to submit (0 take Hot rhubarb tea and anti-ache, And gizzard oil and 1pecac, And porous plasters on the bacik, A flaxseed poultice, catnip tea, And Quackem’s vet discovery, Hot water bags and sweats beside, And camphor nusally abplied, ‘Aud castor oil and vaseline, And coals with feathers burnt between, And soothing syrup, paregoric. Cold-water cloths, and drinks caloric, And all the housewife category : "Tis then we seo her in her elory, Necding, to make ber bliss complete, Put mustard plasters on our foct, Mrs, Amelia Rives Chauler does not figure in tite will of her late uncle, Francis R. Rives, who leit an ostate valued at §3,000,000. ife of Seuator Bdmunds has a unique card-receiver at their Burlington home. It isun immense Indian mortar, with pestle, from the Columbia river, Mrs. Timothy J. Keefe, wife of the well inown pitcher of the New York club, Is foremost iu the list of American sculptresses, The Chinese do not permit their women to be photographed. Two Milwaukee women, after a successful burglury, gave themselves away by talking 00 much. The grave of Barbara Fritchie in the ( man Refor med church cemetery near Fred erick, Md., is marked simply with a head stone bearing her name, age, and 1802 Thuere is a tangle of briers and creeping vines running wild over the mound. Mrs, Senator Wolcots 18 achieving the rop- utation of being tho bess dvessed of the sen- ators’ wives in Washingten, The Young iady with whom the Gierman omperor waltzed time and agamm in London, when this old moon was young, is Miss Margot Tennant, the danghter of a very rich Glasgow merchant. - Tennant pere was mada a baronet when Mr. Gladstone had charge of the British lion. Miss Olive Louis Barey, who recently re- turned from Europo bearing a diptoma from Francesea La rerte, the eelebrated master at Milan, is a Ciileago girl of whom Chicago is proud. She has been a close stud for the lust throe years and has mas her art by patient and earnest application. Miss Burry posscsses an unusually sweet and pleasing coutralto voice, clear and rich in tone and exceedingly powerful, “There is troublo amoug: the ladies of the National society of the Daughters of the American Revolution, and it has resulted the removal from' ofice of Mrs, Flora Adaws Darting, the authoress, vice-presi- dent of tne organization of chapters, Charles Dudley Warner, in tne “Harper,” puts the case of the American girl this way: *If the Amerfcan girl goes in seriously for repose, she will bo able to give odds to any modern lunguidity or to any an- cient marble. If what is wanted in society is cold hauteur and lauguid supercil- iousness or lofty immobility, we are confident that with o little practice she can sit stiller, and look more impressive, and wovo with less motion than any other' cre- ated woman. We bave that confidence in ability and adaptabihity, It is & question whether {tis worth while o do this, to sacri- fice the vivacity and charm native to ber, uud the natural impulsiveness and generous g1t of herself which belong to a new raco in u new land, which is walkiog always toward suurise," August Mary Anderson has definitely and finally retired from the stage and can uo longer be referred 1o as the most successful aud attract abscco of oy dispesition among thewm i Uive of our Mary-go-rounda, HOUSEHOLD BLOSSOMS, That's the Boy for Me. Annte Willmeyer, Show me a boy who is open and frani, And carries a smiling face: | Who looks you straight in the eyes when he SPOaks, And listens with modest graco: A boy who follows his mother's advice, d 15 not afraid of work; Who attends to his duties day by day, And u_ver attempts to shirlk A boy who is ready with heart and baud, To'telp you 1n time of nead: Who stauds by his principles, stron Whatever may bo his creed — firm and And I'll show you a little gentleman, Who'll bo n kreat man some d For a man is only a boy, full grown, No matter what men may say. Well A Harper's Young People Say ma, you know that pieco of cake vou put in my coat pocket this morning, We while I was goiug along to school, & big boy came up and wanted to lick me. med Williy Shmpson Mrs. Slimpson—Dear me, you bad boy, 1 BUPHOSE ¥OU Kot whipped as usual Willie™No, I didn't. L tired the cake at bim Young Alger. General Alger tells this story of an experi ence he ana his little son Allen had in an carthquake in Californin. Tho voy had missed his asual evoning prayer, having fallen usleep after a day's hard riding with out uitiressing. When the shock came be sat bolt upright in bed and eried out: “Oh, papa, I know what's tho matter! God's angry with me for not saying my prayers ! A Natu Kate Field's W baby come from, mammu ‘‘Heaven, my boy,’”* said mamma, “It's a wonder his bones wasn't all broke. Did he fall through the clouds(” Praying for Pardon, In the efforts to secure a pardon for Har- per, the Cincinnati bank rovber, his little five-year-old daughter has taken u part, send- ing to the president hor portrait, on which she had laporiously written: ‘‘Dear Mr. rence., “\Where asked Willie, did President, would you pleaso send my papa howme again and I will think you so good.” Not the San “Tommy,” said mamma, gves me a$ much pain ish you.” Tommy (also tearfully)—Mobbe it docs, but not in thoe same place. o tearfully, ‘it s it does you to pun- The Color Faculty. Wide Awake: Well-Tntentioned Child— Here, little girls, is a flower for you, too. I'ree Kindergarten Child—O ! T could never wear that—its color is not related to that of my gowi. She Loved the ‘reacher. Lutie loved her new teacher very much. One morning she said, *You're so good I'll ge' the next hand-organ man who comes round to nume his monkey for you.” Difference. Smith, Gray & Co's Monthly: Father. Washington was a very famous man, Johntie —now why should we celebrate his birthday any more thau mine! Johnnie,—'Cause b never told a lie. Utility of Removable “Johnuy, have you seen your papa’s teoth anywhere!” “Yes'sum. Me and Auuie was crackin’ nuts with ‘em ouly tou m'nutes ago. ‘Teeth, One Kind ot Obedienc Harper's Young People: George—Miss Jessie, do you want me to come over to your housel Miss Jessie—Yes: you can come over any time you wish to. George—Yes: but please ask me to come, ‘eause mamma said she'd whip me if 1 camo over without your asking me. A Brave Boy. A lirtlo Berkley (Cal.) boy, agod six years, was thrown from a wagon last week an badly burt. Unable to riso he was carriod into'a_ neighboring store, where the first words he spoke were: *Don’t tell my mamma; she's sick, aud it might hurt ber.” A Moon Buth. Alittle boy five years old stood with his father in the dooryard, looking at tho- moon, and spoke of its biightuess. “Yes " said his father, “it has ot been so bright for some time.”’ “Papa,” smd the little fellow, *I guess God’s washed the moon, hasn't he MAN'S FRIENDS AND FOES., An odd accident happened to a Frankford, Pa., man a few days ago. Ho shaved off his whisleers to pluy a joke on his wife, bur at the front zate hie was met by his dog, which failed to grasp the situation, but succeeded in getting o good hold on the puffery of his master's pants, A monkey in New York got whisky the other day, and, after swallow the contents, procecdéd to Tip things up gen- crally, and even went so far as to_decliue to hand over the penuies thut were given to himn for his boss organ grinder, proferriag to squander them all on himself.” There seems to be a good deal of human nature m the mounkey tribe, A milkmaid’s lifo in West Virginia has its excitements. While Caroline Brenneman of Juniata, was in the barnyard milking the other day, she was knocled from the stool by a wildcat, which sprang on_her shoulder from a ueighboring tree. ‘the frightencd cow made a jump and one foot struck the wildeat a poierful blow in the side, stunning it Miss Brenneman then finished the creature by beating it over the head with her puil. The animal was four feet two inches long. Man’s faithful friend, the dog, sometimes forgets bimsolf. ‘Phis’ was tho case of the luriro mastiff which a citizen of Belleville, N. J., was leading along the river front ‘the othor day. The dog apparently concluded that he wanted a buth and plunged into tho river, draggiug the man after him, and the man ' was drowned. Dogs have saved so many persons from watery graves that por- haps this should not count, Twenty-two years ago an owl flow away with a steel trap in which it had boon caught near the hen-coop of a Penusylvania farwe The other day another Pennsylvauia farmer shot an owl and thero was. the same trap buuging to ono of its feet. The newspaper writer who tells this story does not wform us whother it was tho same owl, but if it was not it must have been ono of his linval deseonaants; else how could the trup have been on his foot? A funuy incident oceurrcd blasting operations were in progr Hull, Queboe. An unusually haavy chir was about to be fired, and overybody had | been warned away. A little dog tminadiatel v jogzed over to the edge of tho pit where tho oxplosion was about to take place. The iine stood wagging 1t tail, the onlookers, at a distance, of course, thinkiug it was in dulging in a final bark. ' With a loud report the rock below was reat asunder, the men ran over, and to their astonishment found the little' dog uninjured and barking with all a bottle of while some 95 lutely at its mizht at tho noise 1 the middleof a cloud of smoke, A correspondent of “Our Dumb Animals" tells this norse story: A team of handsome horses was standing In front of wy door, The near hovse was munching some grass con- tentedly, which the off horse could not rench Suddenly, w my astonishment, the near horse raised his head with his mouth full of grass aud held it near his companion's mouth. After turning and cating uwhile on his own account, he repeated this manocuvre, and I then called to the other wembors of | the family to watch them. There could ve no mistake about it; the horse which could reach the grass fed his companion at short | luto'a fo intervals as long as they stood door. Newark has a most eccentric woman 18 old, and is said to be just as rich as she eccentric. Her sole cc the house fairly swurins holds anides that her f pets aro more bouest than men, and, therefore, she roils up vefore the is with them. Shoe l\uv mopey that she receives from rents in She | nall packages and gives them to her ¢ say “Here, pussy, put this away mo, FHer home is littored with money, 1t is aid. Under the earpets, in the corners, in rat holes and in overy coucelvable place bills and coins are stuffod A snake, with markea (9, for climbing ability, ounted a high grapevine in Watorbuey, Conn., and thon entoring & bedroom window that was open managed {n some unaccounta- ot into a bird cage that was sus. pended from the ceiling, There were two canarios in the cage and one of them tho rep tile had eaten when the head of the house up peared on the scenc, ‘The otuer poor bird lay in & stupor on the bottom of tho cu, Tlic reptito endeavored to escape on hearing the n0is0 of the footsteps, but 1t didn't succeed and was dispatehed. 1t measured, it is said, soveral feet® ble way to —— READY TO RING A cablogram from Austratin declares that Sara Berahard's locks are uow of coony hue. When she last appenred in this city ter hair was of & bright gotden color. Iy, Miss Fanuy Davenport's ropertoire during thoe imcoming sewson will bo made up of “Cleoputra,” “La Tosew and “Fedora.” Her tour will begin in Omahu o Itis understood that Messrs, W. S, Gilbe and Alfred Cel s now comic opera will puton atthe Princo of \Wales's theater the conclusion of the run of ** digue.” optember 17 ) t a sufant Pro Augustus Piton has purchased from Marths Morton, the author of *“The Mo chant,” a new play ealled “Geoffrey Middle. ton, Gentlemen.”” It is a wodern society drama i three acts, Since Nat Goodwin left Paris a story is going the rouuds there that ho won 10,0001, one afternoon at bacearat ot a Parls clu went to dinner, roturned to the club and lost 10,0001, and something besides, M. Gounod is Iying seriously il at St Cloud. tle is sufforing from heart diseas and his condition is o critical that the phy siciaus have enjoined completo ropose as tho only means of prolonging his life John Roland Keod, known as *“PPop” Reed and father of Roland Reed, the well-known comedian, died - Philadolphia on Tuesday, aged cighty-four. He had been_employed at the Walnut street theater for the past filty- six years. Kathryn Kydder is back from Europe and Neile Pifrench is going on the stage, In the old days these would have been plain Catia- vine Kidder and Neily French. Itis now in order for Pifrancys Smyth and Jayne Pifos- tyre to be announced as new stars, Hereafter the actress who played the lead- ing female parts i the Booth-Barrett reper- toire last scason, will be kunown simply as Miss Gule. A fow years ago the young woman was known as Miss Minnio K. Gale, but lust scason she droppad the K. and this your she arops the Minuio. E. H. Sothern’s company for the coming season will be made up chiefly of Virgiuiu Harved, Kate Pattison-Selden, Jonny Dun- bar, Belsie Tyree, Morton Seldon, Rowland Buckstone, Augustus Cooke, Owen Fawcett, and several others as the cast of “Tho Dane! ng Girl," with whict play be will open. His seasou 1S a long one. Mrs, B. L. Davenport, whoso curred on July 21, was Miss Fa Bogland, a member of & well-kuown theatri- cat family. Wor years Mrs. Davonport bas con ving at Canton, Pa., where her daugh- ter Panuy has mado a Loms for thoso nearest doath oc- ¢ Vining of to her. Mrs. Daveuport wis 4 good actress and an excellent woman, Jean do Reszke's voice is plaving him tricks, and a cb £ bill has been necessi- nge o tated at Cove len, where the great teuor has been singing. TLis sudden col- lupse of De Reszlke must make Mossrs. Abbey and Grau rather unervous, as he is engaged with them for their Italian opera company, which appears o Chicago in November, Who of the old theater goers doos not re- call Joan Clara Walters when she wus 1 member of the stock at the Academy of Music in Corri’s dayst Clara will bo a mem- ber of Nat Goodwin's company this scason and will play in Omaha before the season v ends. She comes from Australia to join Goodwin and passed through Omaha -~ on Monday. The Boston aldermen are mad as March hares because the newspapers of the Hub stigmatiza them as deadheads. Tho city fathers now propose to tuke revenge out of the managers by raising the license feo of u theater to 31,000, und to then stop asking for vasses. ‘Fhere ave more theatrical doud- hiouas to the square foot in Boston thav in any ity in the United States, “The death 1s announced of Stofano Goli- nelli, an Ttalian pianist and composer, whom somc of his_countrymen were at ono time rash enough to describe as the Bach of Italy. More than two hundred of his works, written exclusively for the piuno, have been pub- ished, but they are almost unknown in this country. In 1851 ko appeared in London at the Musical Union, and retired from public life in 1570, 50 that bis namo is not fumiliar to the preseut generation of musical ama- teurs. Maurice Grau furaishos from Paris tho fol- lowing list of artists engaged for the Abboy- Grau Italian opera at the Metropolitan next Decomber: Emma Albaui, Lilile Lehman, Bwma Bames, Marie Pattigiani, Sofia Rave gli, Mathilde Bauermeister, Ida Kloin, M Van Zandt, Sofla Scaleni, Jeanne de Vi suilin: Ravo.li, wdo Valeri, S Grifoni, Paul Kuliseh, Vietor Capoul, Rvoer- to Vannd, Signor Rinaldini, Jeun do Reszka, Antonio M. Collette, Jean Matapours, tino Carbone, lde Camera, Julos V. che, Burico Serbolini, Ludovico Vivani. An- oo di Vanschotti aud Edouard de Reszkoe. Charles Wyndham has launched *Miss Decima” at tho London Critevion. “M Docima is *Miss Hellyett” in its Buglish dress. While it is said o be fairly successful the opmion is froely oxpressed that the brightness and vivacity of the performauco at the Paris Boutfes aro lackine, This, too, despite the fact that Mlle. Nosvillo was im ported from Paris with the Froneh manu- script for the exvress purpose of playing the leading role. The opening night Chauncey Olcott, the tenor who sang here with min- strels and with Duf’s opera compiany, wis tue cause of a scene not down on the bills. A goodly number of Americans were present, and these made a great favorito of Mr Olcott, applauding him at every opportunity As it had pecome known that Mr, Olcott was an American several Britons prasent in the pit took offenso at_this popuinrizing of a for cigner aud began to hiss. The Americans re. doubled their applause at this and the hissers wera ns zealous. Finally Mr. Wyndtam de tected the ringleaders of the dissatisfiod con- tingent, and jumpiug over the railing sopur- atiug the stalls irom the pit he shoutod with his most dramatic emphasis: **Whero is the coward! Let me get at him.”” Mr. Wyndham gotat him aud after a tusslo ejected him. Mr. Wyndham doos not often play in melo- druma’ of this sort, but ho made u hit with, tho audicnce, Iuase Londoners aro depending extensively upon American sing. ors just new it would be well for them to ex oreise more courtesy A romarkably thorough and couscientious workman is Arrigo Boito, whose operu, **Ne- rone,’ is umong the most important works anticipated in Italy next season. Boito 18 @ musiclan, a eritie, and a 'ibbrettist, He is kunown in Amorica as the author of the book of “Otello” and as the composcr and author of “Molfistofele.” fe has given to **Nerone” cight years of lubor. He has rewritten the opera” no fower than ton timos and his ex- pectant publishers are terrified even now a threat that ho will write it wgai o Itulian musical journals’ state that Boito pro- sents Nero as o tyrant, but also as & sublime and ambitious character, though how he doos 50 without takiug liborties with history is a question. There is 1o be no overture 1o the opera, The work begins with a chorus heard in the distance while the curtain is down. it is the crowd cursing Nero and attempting u rovolt, The voices grow der, and us the curtaln rises the crowd rushes upon the stage. As yet the orchestra is silent. Sud denly Nero enters and the orchestra bursts idable crash of sound. Assuredly and astenishing effoct A cou splecuous will be the burning of Rome, though it is not stated whether or not Nero will execute a violin solo during the confia 1o an origius tion, Altogether it is expected that “Nerone" will be as important a work aud perhaps more strikingly original than HOtelio.” “Why did you not write an ove ture!" some oue asked of Hoito. *I had not time,” roplied this versatile genius. *It hus | taken me eight years to wrlte the work us it stauds at proseut, ! | | erying SHORT STORIES AROUT MEY. COMPLIMENTING INGERSOLL, The writer ¢ asked Colonel Ingersoll what was the greatest compliment ho ever roccived, says the Indianapolis News. He thought o moment and said: 1 will tell you, 1 was strollXig about the lobby of tho Grand Pacific hotel in Chicago, oue evening after supper, smoking A cigar and waiting for some friends with whom I was goftig out ta spoud the evening. 1 saw a vacant chair and satdown in it. Prosently I was accosted by & mian sittine near who was trying to smoke, but was pretty dreank. 1 noticed that ho was Ho said: Straoger, did you ever | read that!' pointing to a postor six feat lon | Ltet you ahy wan that and threo and one-hulf wide hanging agains the wail of the Grand Pacitic ofico giving the ‘dream’ or ‘vision' portion of my speech at tho soldiers’ reunion at Tudinnapolis only a short time before. *+Yos,! [replied, 1 have read it.! “The felow sobbod away for o fow mos ments longer and continued : rStranzer do you know what 1 what do you think Well, sir,' I have a copy of that bitl hanging in my store at Tuscola, i, and [ watch every man that comes in read it, and 1 road that through and tot ery is blankoty, blank, vlank, and [ would not trust him any further than 1 could throw a mule bovine by the 1. toll you his heart is not in the right place Now,"" said Colonel Inger<oll, “if that man did not know who I was, and [ bave no wea that ho did that Is the greatest complis went I ever hud pud m think A REPORTER'S BREAK, The Bavon von Wichmann-Eiehhorn of Al lemagne, Gormany, came noar slaying a hotel reporter yesterdiy bocause of tho iatter's un- familiarity with the Gorman tonguo, say the Chicago ilerald, The baron was dressod in a flashy suit of clothos, red necktio and an immense straw sombrorvo which looked like a parasol. The hat was the principal figure in the Grand Pacitic yosterday, where the dis- tingaished foreigner is stopping. Whilo he was strolling about o hotel reporter asked Nhim foran interview. The baron talks very little English and could not understand the intorviewer. The fwo men stood jabbering away at one another and each thought tho othor was cruzy. DPresently the reporter hurried over to & Gorman travelng man, standin, he registor, sud asked him for asentenc: in German which was a transla- tion of “Lam a reporter for n newspaper.’ “The traveling man wrote out a sentence and the reporter roturned to the Laron. Looking on his paper ho shouted o haben sie das hut bokommen 1" “Vat you say " exclaimed the foreigner. “I said,”” and the roporter now yelleld, *wo haben sie das hut bokommen {"' Ho dldn't suy any moro. Tho baron grabbed bim and was about to throw the young man across Clark stroot when the house officer, who is & Garman, separated thew and explained the cause of tho troubla, When the interviewer thought ho was telling the baron his object in addressing him he was roully asking, “Where did you get that hat ' - B QUAY'S PR TARITIES, tor Quuy has certain peculiarities of which convey a great deal to those who know him intimately says the Now York World. While tho républican executive committee was in session at the Arlington totel lu Washington, speculation down in tho lobby 45 1o what Me. Q1av woul't do was vife. Ovinion as to whether or not he would vosign from tho committeo was about equally divided. Finully a_gontloman prosont who knew Mr. Quay well remark I shall be able to tel! when ho comes down staira whether ho bas resignod or intends to resign.” “8y what means?” was tho gencral 1n- quiry. “Wait, and U1l show you,” was the reply, At 6:3) when the committee took a recess until 8 Mr. Quay camo down stairs alono walked slowly but with a certain short, ner- vous step out of the house, and bLeaded for Chamberlain's. His straw hat was cockod over his rizht eyo, and as he walked ho jerkod his head ocoasionally as if talking to and ressoning with himself. The crowd which had boeu discussing him looked after him as he wont across tho wide streot, and then tho senator's fricnd was asied: “Well, what do you say (" “Ho tas resigned, or will resign tonight,” was the confident reply. “How can you tell i persisted the quos- tioner. “I can tell by that nervous tread, and the way Lo has his oye shadod with his hat. Those are infallible signs that bis Tudian is ap. Mark what [ tell you, gentlemsn, Mr. Quay s iu a fizhting mood. ' The cock of that hat at this time 1s & declaration of war.' The prediction proved to be true. . “ A BAR TO KISSES. Down at Nantucket boach they tell this story: Wnen Governor Hill visitea that placo recently ho was received with quite an ovation from the assembled natives and sum- mer boarders, who gathorod on tho beach to himas he stepped from the smull that carried him from the yucht Fra Diavalo. Among thoso congrogated on tho buach was the Rodwers fomily of this city. The senior Rod isa prominont lawyer, The next conspieious member of the fumily, be- sidos tho mother, is their son Tudor. ‘This boy is a culld of four yoars. If a voto was on in this big city as to who was the most beautiful enild, itis conceded by those who know that this boy woald gov the prize. No one appreciates this fact movo than the women. I'be child is a constant object of their admiration, and if it 18 possible to vet him within arms reach they are bound to se- curo wud kiss him, and the chld has become beartily sick of it. Whoen Governor Hill stepped on shore littie Tudor very naturally becamo un object of his aimiration, and the governor naturally wanted to Kiss the child, but upon his attompt to do so the boy drew back and emphatically refused to be ‘kissed. The goveror was rather amnazed at this, but to huwmor tha child said to him: “But, my littlo man, if you refuse to kiss me, whab 0 you do when the ladies want o kiss you i Quick as a wink the boy replied 1 eat onlons ! . o~ COULDN'T PUT A HEAD ON IT, A newspaper man, spoaking of Gus Thomas, author of ‘“‘Alabama,’ rolates the following : “When Gus was on' the St. Louis Ropublie he could write anything, but he couldn’t build u head;' that is, writo the headlines. Ouo day ho handed 1n au article to the editor without the headlines, as usual ‘Build a head for that, tho cditor coms manded HSay, that.’ “Woll, you will have to loarn, so go abead.’ “Gus took the copy very unwillingly and was visibly preoccupied for au hour. ‘Then ho_roturned, and, dropping tho copy on the cditor's desk, said rather admirigly that be thought that would do. *i'he first lino of the head was: I can't build a head—-you know t And the Band Uinph-ta-umph- [ od W What in the dovil do you mean by “the band played umph-ta-umph-ta-um "’ ine quired the editor sternly, “‘Don't you know what that is?" re phed Gus with an assumption of guilcless 1 nocencs; ‘why, that 1s what a baud sounds liko when it goes marching down the street.! “The oditor was 50 angry that ho tore up tho manuscript and Gus never wrote another head aftor that,” L Lol o, A strange bird, which has attracted the attention of tundreds of people, is on exh bition on the farm of John Kodnbaugh, & farnier Living six miles cast of St. Mary's, Obio. The bird resombles un 0wl very much in form, bhas a hoad shaped like a hourt, the tace, of ' monkey snowy white fur adorning its face while the athors are of u beautiful and aelicate yellowish gray, with the tail of aturkoy. The bird was caught a fow woeks a0 while the family were returning home | from chureh, and not until it had recoived a load of snot did it allow itself to be taken captive, ana then its captor was foarfully lac 1in the fight that ensued. It utte noise sunilar to that of the squeal of a pie, aud is fed wioliy on small birds, which it takes {nto its beuk alive, throwiug oul ihe boues aud feathors afterward.