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I r ! i U THE JOURNAL. WEDNESDAY, JAN. 23, 1884. Xattrci at the Pisteics, CdsnTss, Hih., i: jsmsI- e!in nittcr. tjie qirl next door. O flrl next door, dear girl, next door. Answer my questions few. For tho' you care not a snap for us, We long to know about you. Are you sweet sixteen, O girl next door? Are you tender-hearted and true? Do you ever write poems on love and Eprlngr Do you wc&r a No. 5 shoe? Are your tresses golden or black or brown? Are you sylph or sprite or human? Do you speak in a 6of t, low. cooing voice? ("An excellent thing in woman.") Are you strong-minded? and do you hold "Advanced ideas" and "views" On flirtation and science? or do you delight Only in gossip and news? Are you learned and grave? or silljand gay? Are your checks of a rose leaf red? Are you versed in science and classic loro7 In languages living and dead? Your eyes, are they blue or black or brown? Do you love the genus homo? Are you artistic, and can you tell A painting from a chromo? And what is your name, O girl next door? Is it Susan or Kate or Jenny? Or Mary Ann? and tell me, pray. Have you suitors few or many? Are you intellectual, brave and sweet? Are you afraid of mice? Do you believe in woman's rights? Are you very, very nice? Were you ever in love, O mystic girl, With a "perfectly lovely" man? Or do you Just delight to flirt With any one you can? Do you like a tall, or a short young man? Must his eyes be brown or blue? Do you like to lie out on a rainy day. With one umbrella for two? Are you very proper and wise and good? Do you indulge m slang? Do you ever whistle or swing your arms? Or wear your hair in a bang? O girl next door, I've found out naught, Tho" long I now have tarried. But tell me truly, are you engaged? And when arc you going to be married? Detroit Free Press. ' CALE CARDOXXE'S COURTSHIP. T. TOE LITTLE TELEGRAPH OPERATOR. Northbrook came under the auction efer's hammerjby foreclosure of mortgage. It was a valuaLle country seat and did not bring half what it was worth. The purchaser was Cale Cardonne, an intelligent, wealthy, self-opinionated man, sometimes called by his friends "The German Baron;" not because he was of German descent, but probably because of his ruddy face, line physique, and brusque.positive manuers,the latter verging upon rudeness when his passion was aroused. The neighbors speculated consider ably about his advent at Northbrook, and prophecies were made which were not particularly complimentary. He would Introduce new-fangled notions; he would engage in foolish experiments; he would be an easy victim to the fal lacies of theoretic farming, and the like. Well, he came and settled among them, and nothing of the kind occurred. He left farming operations to an ex perienced hand, devoted his leisure mo ments to books, enjoyed the fresh coun try air, and attended so much to his own business and not to that of other people that he was voted too exclusive. There was a railroad station at Northbrook, and one day he ran hastily up the steps of the tower to send a mes sage by telegraph. He had leaped from the train without thinking of the valise which he had placed on the seat beside him. Its contents were valuable, and he was anxious to receive it by the re turning train. The operator was a quiet, demure looking girl, very compact, and plainly clad; her face creamy white, neither approaching to pallor nor indicating ill health. He stated his errand. Could she get a dispatch to Croyland before the train got there? "Oh, yes," was the reply. "How . can you identify the valise? Her voice sounded as clear as a bell, and her white shapely hand was toying with the button of the telegraph instru ment "My name is on it," he said. "And your name is?" "Cale "Cardonne." She had heard of him, but had never met him. She surveyed him in a specu lative way, yet with no suggestion of boldness. Her eyes were soft gray eyes, wiih fabulous depths, and just then tinged with wistful interest. A few ticking sounds followed, and then she announced that the message had been sent and acknowledged. He flung down a coin in compensation, and then picked up a book which she evi dently had been reading. "'Sartor Itesartus, by Thomas Car lyle!" he exclaimed, reading the title, an intonation of surprise in his voice. "You are axe plodding through this?" he asked, stammering in his choice of words. "Yes," she answered. "And enjoy it?" was his next ques tion, a little grimly put A faint pink flush came into her cheeks. "At least I do not consider the read ing of it an infliction,'''' she rejoined, a scarcely perceptible smile about her lips. Her reply pleased him him. He was standing almost directly over her, for she was seated. He noticed the finely oised head, the compact brow, the del cate ears, the chestnut-colored hair, with lurking shadows of bronze in it, and not a strand out of place. Her figure was lithe and graceful and her hair modest and self-coniposed. His proximity did not disturb her: the con sciousness of his worth did not cause her to depreciate herself. She opened a small drawer, threw into it the coin which he had placed on the table and handed him the proper change. "Keep it," he said, with a toss of his head. "I can not," she replied; "I am not entitled to it." "I am at liberty to give it to you." , "But I am not at libert- to receive it," she answered, "or rather I do not vn&h to." . He picked up the change with a f rown. "You know my name, he said; "if I knew yours we might consider ourselves acquainted. "- "My name is Janet Thome," 6he re joined, in her quiet way. He bowed, then descended the wind ing stairway. "Janet!"" he repeated to himself. "A staid name, and it suits her. Somehow I feel strangely interested in the little thrush." II. REJECTED. The two met frequently after that. Janet lived in a neat little cottage not far from the station. Her mother was dead and she supported an invalid fath er with her earnings. " Cale Cardonne visited her at the cot tage, sent her books and flowers, and sometimes walked with her in the woods which stretched between Northbrook and the cottage. Having seen so much of the world, being -rich, handsome and a pleasing talker, it was no wonder she became fond of his society. He, in turn, was very much fascinated by her, and some times wondered why. He had mingled a great deal in society and had met with many beautiful and accomplished ladies, while she was but a quiet, demure, ordinary-looking country girl. , However, he:was not the only man who had tried to find his way out of such a quandary. He proposed to her one evening. They were standing beside the cottage gate. The stars were shining softly overhead; fce -young moon wasjust visible strove h low-lying hill; a suDUe, resinous odor was wafted from the woods; the frogs croaked in the meadows; an owl called to his mate from a perch under the eaves of the mill. Why was Janet so long in replying to Cale Cardonno's passionate appeal? He saw the color come and go in her face. He saw her lips tighten. "I am so sorry !'"she said at last, with a gasp, her frame trembling. "Sorry!" repeated he, feeling a little dazed. "Because J have proposed to you?" "Because I am constrained to decline your offer," she said. It required bravery to speak those words, dictated by duty, when love and desire wanted so much to rebel. "Oh!" ejaculated Cale Cadonne, red dening and biting his under lip. His nand was a brawny one, and she saw how tightly it closed on the upper rail of the gate. "If I knew the reason?" he asked. "You will not insist" she said, ap pcalingly, catching her breath. "Evidently it exists in myself," he rejoined. "No, Mr. Cardonne." She spoke with rapidity, and with a quick fling of her hand. "Perhaps time, Janet " "No," she continued. "It will always exist" He had used the word exist, and she seemed to think it just the one to serve her. "Janet, you are the first woman to whom I ever proposed," he huskily said. "That is true, though I have almost reached middle age." "I believe you, sir," she answered, humbly, regretfully. "I appreciate the honor you have paid me. I am sorry." He did not want her pity. He felt like seizing her and flinging her down the embankment; bpt, by a great effort, he curbed his temper. "I am too polite to insist upon know ingyourreason," he said. "You might say I have not the right to demand it, and I don't know but that would be the truth. I am grievously disappointed, and it is such a novel, and such a a wretched experience to me, that I do not know where to look for redress or for comfort, rather. You wish me to understand that a chasm vawns between us" "Which can never be bridged," com pleted she, her tone firm, though she trembled, as he could see in the star light He lifted his hand to his cravat, as if to relieve a choking sensation there. "I can do nothing but submit," he slowly, ruefully said. He strode angrily down the path, but stopped, turned and called out: "Good-night, Janet" The resigned, pitiful tone made her heart ache as it had never ached be fore. Good-night. 1lr. Cardonne," she flung back, startled at the sound of her voice, it wasso unlike her own. She stood alone a few minutes in her agony, her fingers twisted into a knot, an ashen pallor in her face, m. "YET I LOVE YOU, SIR!" A week later Janet Thorne met Cale Cardonne at the gate at Northbrook. She had stopped to deliver a dispatch. He took it, but eyed her askance, his face rigid. He noticed that she looked worried and that her hand shook. "Thank you," he crisply said, turning to go. "Mr. Cardonne!" Her tone was quick, incisive, tinged with desperation. He wheeled around. She stood stone still for a moment, white and speechless. She was having a fierce fight with her self. "You dispise me," she said huskily. "Why, no, child!" He spoke the epithet in tenderness, not because she looked so childlike nor because he was a dozen years her senior. "I am very miserable over it, but can not blame you," he said, "unless it may be because you have no business to be so charming," and a queer smile came to his lips. "There is something I musttellyou," she said slowly, looking past him into vacancy. "In "justice to myself, sir, and I hope you will not think mo bold, I re ject you, and yet I love you, sir. How deeply, God alone knows!" The sweet gray eyes were looking di rectly at him then, a warm glow in them. His heart gave a bound. "Janet, nave you reconsidered?" She shook her head. "Then you have simply increased the pain the consciousness of the great boon I have lost Do you delignt in that?" His tone rose in volume, and a fiery sparkle came into his handsome black eyes. She recoiled, one hand pressed against her heart. "I wanted you to know, sir, that I. too, am suffering," she said, in a hushed, measured tone. "It has given me more pain to make the confession than it did you to hear it." She walked rapidly away, and he stared after her, slightly stupefied. "It is her candor that is her peculiar charm," was his mental comment, .rv. AH OUTBURST Of TEMPER. Cale Cardonne had but one congenial friend, a certain Dr. Weatherby, a man a little crotchety, but a jovial, good hearted fellow withal, a most excellent physician, and well read, not only in the classics, but in the polite literature of the day. Every idle evening either found Cale Cardonne in the cozv office of the doctor or the latter in the library at Northbrook. "Cardonne, you ought to get mar ried," the doctor said, one evening. They were seated in the librarj', little more than the top of the doctor's bald head visible in the smoke with which he had enveloped himself. "Why so. Weatherby?" They had a familiar way of calling each other by their last names. "You might look elsewhere and fare worse," remarked the doctor. "You have some one to recommend?" Cale Cardonne said, interrogatively. "Aye, 1 have," replied the doctor, "one who is worthy in every respect of any honest man's love. I mean Janet Thorne." Just .then something happened which rather disturbed the doctor's compla cency. A pair of brawny arms seized him, lifted him from his chair, then re- laced him in it with considerable vio ence. The doctor was a small man, hut tough as a tennis-ball, with very little temper, or else but a sluggish one. He shook himself, adjusted his shirt collar, picked up his p ipe, and recrossed his legs. "Cardonne, I didn't know that you indulged in profanity," he said, his pipe once more in his mouth. "Did I swear? You are to blame. You provoked me." "Oh, I did, eh?" asked the doctor. "Very innocently so, I assure you. Duel ing is under ban in this Commonwealth and generation. Still, I would be ex cused for asking an explanation of such a sudden outburst" "She jilted me," srowled Cale Car donne, his passion spent. "Who jilted you?' "Janet Thorne." "No, she didn't," the doctor said, with emphasis. "I tell you she dW," declared the other, with equal emphasis. Ought not I to know? I I underwent it! That's just why I'm so sensitive." "She did not jilt you," persisted the doctor. Cale Cardonne was on his feet again. "What do you mean?" he fiercely de manded. "Oh, yon want me to be Wall V m.t.A . ' new f uwvVMf "That's the better word," rejoined tlit doctor, "It isn't so derogatory. Whal possible reason could she hare had?" "You might ask Acr," growled the owner of Northbrook. "I didn't." "Perhaps she doesn't love you?" "That isn't complimentary to me, Weatherby. She confessed that she did love me." "Oh!" ejaculated the doctor, lapsing into silence for a time. "Cardonne, if she loves you she'll marry you," he slowly said. , "There's some mystery about the matter. She is very frank, and abominates conceal ments. I have known her from baby hood, and her mother before her. Ha!" The exclamation was sudden and ex plosive, and his face intensified. "I think I know," he said, possible not aware that he was rubbing his hands. "Cardonne, if you'll apologize to me for that shaking I'll find you s wife." "Janet?" asked the "German Baron," with an illuminated face. "Do it, and I'll get on my knees to you. I'll con sider myself your debtor forever. I'll" "Oh, don't be so profuse," interrupted the doctor, "but push the tobacco pouci over this way." v. "TOUR If OTHER ISN'T TOUB MOTHER.' "Janet," Doctor Weatherby said, "it was shabby in you to refuse Mr. Car donne." He had stopped in front of the cot tage, and she was leaning over the wheel of his gig. The blood filled her face, then left, it marble while. "Did he tiiink so lightly of it as to mention it?" she asked, her eyes snap ping. "Lightly?" cried the Doctor, with a shrug of his shoulders. "I am glad we weren't on top of Notre Dame when he mentioned it! Janet, your mother isn't your mother!" It was an astounding announcement, and made in the abrupt way usual witb .he Doctor. It was an inconsistent, im- r probable, impossible statement, and yet Janet understood him. tor a moment she seemed bereft of speech and motion. "Dr. Weatherby, is that true?" she gasped. "Yes, Janet." "And father kept it from me." "There never was any need to tell you." "Why is there need now?" "Answer that, yourself, Janet. That Is why you rejected Cale Cardonne." "Yes," gasped Janet. "It would not have been right You have guessed the reason as a physician solely, perhaps. And my mother my real mother, my true mother was sh'e insane?" "No, little one." "Father in Heaven, I thank Thee." Her hands were clasped, her eyes were reverently uplifted, her face shining like the face of a saint. At least the Doctor thought so. "Janet, your happiness lies at your feet," he significantly said. "You will be sensible euough to take it up." Janet stole off into the dim woods to be alone under the trees and the wonder ful revelation. Her stepmother, whom she supposed was her real mother, had died in the insane asyluni raving mad. Poor Janet believed that she had in herited the taint; the dreadful visitation would come some time; she could not bring sorrow to the lifo of a husband, or shame and suffering to her offspring. VI. THE CHASM BRIDGED. There was a great crowd at tho church fair. Cale Cardonne, looking not unlike a German Baron, passed from table to table chatting with the ladies and buying their wares. Once a pair of soft, sweet gray eyes met his from amid the festoons of ivy. Ah, he knew to whom they belonged. His heart ached for a moment, and the light went out of his face. "A letter for Mr. Cardonne!" cried the postmistress from the little window of the pretended post-oflice. He walked thither, paid the postage and received his letter. It contained but one line: "Thccliasm has been bridged!" A tremulous hand anil no name! What did it mean? It came to him so suddenly that he felt that he was trem bling. The evening wore away; the crowd dispersed; the ladies covered the tables for the morrow; the janitor began to put out the lights. Cale Cardonne lingered. Janet came toward the door, drawing ner shawl closely around her, her face unusually red, considering it was usually so white. "Can I see you home, Janet?" She answered him with a nod and a smile. The path led from the. church across the meadows odorous with clover and flaunting with dandelion blossoms; the sky" an unbroken expanse of blue stud ded with softly-twinkling stars. Janet was clinging to Cale Cardonne 's arm. "I received vour letter," he said. "Yes." "It had but one meaning." "There was but one intended." "Oh, Janet! you have made me !n expressiblv happy!" "She dfd not answer him. There wasn't any need to. Perhaps she couldn't answ.er, he had clasped her sc tightly. "How was it bridged?" he inquired. "You are never to ask," was her flur ried answer. "Dr. Weatherby knows." "Oil!" ejaculated Cale, "I recall a promise he made. It was merely a foolish fancy, wasn't it?" "At the time it seemed horribly real,' Janet replied with a shudder. "Thank God, it wasn't real!" Evening Call. An "Artless" Chap. "They've got au Art Loan up town, haven't they?" queried a young man who was waiting for three or four hours at the Union Railroad Station, the other day. 'Yes, sir," replied Officer Button. "How much to go in?' "Only twenty-five cents." "Do you draw a prize package, or anything of the kind?" "I think not," "Don't thev give you a chance in a raffle?" "No, sir." "Have they got any live Injuns or can nibals on exhibition?" "Not that I know of." "Anr elephants bigger than Jumbo?" "No", sir." "I suppose they have some extra fine target-snooting in there?" "They have nothing of the sort, sir. Don't you know what an Art Loan is?" "Is it fish - swimming around in tanks?" softly queried the young man after taking a moment to think. "No, sin "No menagerie about -it?" "No, sir." "It isn't a panorama of the streets in New York?" "No, sir." 'Tain't Uncle Tom's Cabin?" "No, sir!" "Well," said the questioner, as he drew himself up, "you needn't "be so awful short about it! I wasn't going up to see it anyhow! If you folks here in Detroit think you can get up a grab-bag church oyster festival and call it by some high-sounding name and rope me in you have -rot hold of .the wrong med-der-lark! H'm! Art Loan! Let 'er Loan!" Detroit Free Press. We have doubted the story of the man who tried U steal a red-hot stove; but since the effort to steal the corpse of the fat woman tiie city of Chicago may Bot be considered safe itself. N. Jr. QragkU. Loral Warnings Agabut Tenuiees. I have lately examined with some care the excellent compilation by Ser geant Finlcy, of the Signal Service,1 "Characteristics of.Six Hundred Torna does," with reference to the question of devising a simple apparatus for saving human life. Saving property seems to, be out of tho question, as no structure can withstand the force of the tornado wind. Life may be saved by recourse to underground shelters, cellars, etc., -such as nave actually oeen duuc in many places for this end. Two facts may be quoted from the work named: First Three hundred and forty-seven out of three hundred and ninety-three torna does (that is, eighty per cent-.) origi nated between the west and the south southwest points; Second The average velocity of progression was about one mile in two minutes. ... If five minutes' warning could have been given at any of the late tornadoes, many lives might have been saved. If each house hold could be warned by the continuous ringing of a bell, for example, that a wind of destructive force (say seventy miles per hour and upward) was ap proaching, and that five minutes were available in which to seek shelter, this would be well worth doing. I have found that it is practicable to erect, at a moderate expense, (less than $500), an apparatus which would give from three to five minutes' warning to all the inhabitants of a small town, by the firing of a cannon, for instance; and in addition, and without any increased expense, this apparatus could ring a bell in every house. The additional ex pense to each house would be less than ten dollars, the cost of maintenance would be less than one hundred dollars a year, and the work would be done by an intelligent person. The system, for a small town, would be something like the following: Suppose a circle described about the town with a radius of from two to two and one-half miles. The only serious danger from tornadoes is to be feared from the part of this circle between the west point and the southwest point. Along the circumference of this circle, between the south-southwest and west points, run a line of single telegraph-wire on twenty posts to the mile, and from the west point bring the wire into the town, letting it end at the telegraph office. It is grounded at each end of the line, mad at the telegraph office it is connected with a battery, which sends a constant current over the line. Within the town, connection is made in various houses with magnets. Each magnet holds a detent which prevents a bell from being rung by the action of a cheap clock work governed by a coiled spring. If the circuit is broken anywhere in the line, each bell begins to ring, and con tinues to sound till its spring is run down; for four or five minutes for ex ample. A cannon could be fired by a simple device, which would warn per sons in the fields, etc., to seek shelter. In a large town the circuit might end in one of the engine-houses of the fire de partment, and ring a bell there. This would be the signal for the man on watch to repeat the warning simulta neously through as many local circuitsjas desirable. It remains to indicate the way in which the circuit is to be broken by the wind. The circuit of telegraph poles from the south-southwest to the west points would contain about fifty poles. On every one of these the wire would run first to an insulator, then to an iron horizontal axis screwed into the side of the post On this axis a piece of board one foot square can revolve freely. An iron rod projects below this board, and from the lower end of it a small wire goes to a pin in the telegraph-pole. This pin is connected by wire to a second insulator. From this the line goes to the next pole, and so on. The circuit ordinarily passes to the first insulator, thence to the iron rod, thence down the iron rod to the thin wire, through the pin to the second insulator, and so to the next telegraph-pole. The thin wire is a necessary part of the circuit. It is so made that it will break when the pressure of the wind on the square board is fifty pounds. The apparatus for each post is tested practically before it is setup. This can be done at any time in a simple manner. Whenever any single one of these boards is subjected to the pressure of fifty pounds, its wire will be ruptured, and the circuit will be broken, thus sending the necessary warning along the whole line. I have made one such indicator, which is connected with a small bell in this observatory. The wire is arranged so that it breaks at a wind-velocity of about ten miles per hour, and it works in a perfectly suc cesssul manner. The extension of the system for the protection of a small town is a simple matter. For a large city a more expensive system would have to be provided, as the wires be tween poles should be carried under ground to protect them from the chance of disturbance. Prof. Holden, in Science. Snake Skimeree. On the north side of the long stretch of grounds that belong to the Seamen's Retreat, at Stapleton. Staten Island, is a locality known as "Rocky Hollow," where there are hundreds of cabins occu pied by colored people. In a retired part of Melwen street re cently a venerable, white-haired colored man was seated in a camp-stool, while on one side of him was a kettle hanging from three upright iron stakes over a blazing wood fire, and on the other was a perforated wooden box. The old gen tleman was humming a plantation tune, and his flat nose, thick lips and ebony skin showed him to be a full-blooded African. He was skinning what at first sight seemed to be eels, but a close look showed that their skins were light, with stripes, or else black and differently colored, Some had cross stripes, some had none. They were all alive and wriggling as they were deftly caught in the left hand, their head went back, the throat exposed, a knife slipped across the neck below the head, and the skin peeled off in the same manner that an eel is skinned. They were snakes. Every time his hand came from the box the fingers held a snake. The old man chuckled as if he undoubtedly en joyed his work. As soon as he had skinned the snakes they were -dropped Into a large iron pot, where they would iquirm for some moments and gradually knot themselves up until motion ceased. The reoorter steDned closer. There were probably forty snakes.in the box. The mass was all netted and twisted to- S ether, crawling over one another and arting their tongues out savagely. "What will you do with them?" was asked, after all had been skinned and the skins carefully laid out across a fence to dry. "Slake skimeree,' said the old gen tleman, who was cutting the carcasses into pieces about two lashes long. "Make what?" "Skimeree coup stew," replied the aged Ethiope, as he removed the steam ing kettle from over the fire and dumped some potatoes, cut tomatoes, onions, celery, small pieces of bacoa and fat pork, turnips and other vegeta bles into the pot where the minced rep tiles were, and then stirred the whole up together with his knife and poured in boning water. Then he placed fresh wood on the fire, and the mass was soon steaming. : "Now, den, we will add some dump links to dem, an' de dish am com pleted,' he said. It is a lobely dish, if Jrer only knowed how to make it I earned to eat dat disk down ia St.. James Parish, in Louisiana, om Muter JtockwelTs place, thirty years ago. Down there, though, we got somiffcv I worth cookln' not dee little things. Down dere de snakes grows bigger thick cs yer arm. "De skins," ho continued, "wo sells to Voudoo women in Sullivan and Thompson streets, or aroun' here. Dey give us twenty-two cents apiece for 'cm, an' sell 'em again fur charms. Dc col ored people wear dem aroun' de arm or ankle. I know an awful pretty yeller gal who had a splendid place on Fifth avenue, and her mistress had kep her ever since she was a little girl. One day sho see the girl's arm, an' there, near the vaccination mark, was the skin of a little snake." He bared his own arm, around which was the skin of a beautifullv-colored snake, the bright hues of which had been brought out by oiling and curing. " 'Taint everybody dat knows how to euro dem right, but I do. Well, dat gal got packed ter onst It nearly gave er mistress a fit. Some skins is wuth twcnty'dollars an' more if it is a large snake. Dey comes from Virginny, Ken tuck and Louisiana. De head mus allers be kep' with the skin. Some high toned coons who is in favor in the big faro-banks have' lubly skins about em." "What does skimeree' taste like?" "O, nice. It has a gamy flavor, like coon. Dis'll soon be dun taste it yer sel'. It's nice, I tell yer, bossce," and the old man seemed a trifle indignant as the reporter departed. N. Y. World. Jadge Black's First ABpelatmeat. Hon, Alexander Thompson presided as Judge of the Sixteenth Judicial Dis trict of 'Pennsylvania (composed of the counties of Franklin, Bedford and Som erset) from the 25th of June.1827, to March, 1842. He was a just man and a good Judge, but toward the close of hu public life he encountered some op- gosition. A prominent lawyer of hambersburg was named as an oppos ing candidate for the office, and soon a warm contest arosein which the lead ing lawyers and citizens in the- district took part. David R. Porter was then in the Executive chair. There was scarcely a lawyer in the district who did not visit the Governor to discuss the merits of the candidates. Early in the year 1842 a gentleman from Somerset called to oppose or. to support one of the candi dates I cannot remember whom and in bis conversation, produced a letter and read from it a paragraph. The Governor asked to have the whole letter read, which was done. It discussed the points of difference between the two candidates. The Governor asked to be allowed to read the letter for himself, which was done. "Black," he said; "J. S. Black? Whose son is he?'-' The visitor here mentioned the name of Mr. Black's father. Governor I remember him. I sat with him in the Internal Improvement Convention of 1825, and he certainly was a most intelligent gentleman. But what can you tell me about the son? Visitor Well, he is a young lawyer with some practice. He sits in his office, walks -up and down town, sits on the dry-goods boxes on the corner, makes some political speeches, and quotes Shakespeare. Governor Shakespeare! Shakespeare on the top of the Alleghany Mountains. What can he know about Shakespeare? Visitor- Well, I believe he can repeat any play Shakespeare ever wrote. Governor What else does he do? Visitor He preaches. Governor Preaches! What does, he preach about? Visitor He preaches as all the rest of the preachers do, and I can tell you he can get up in the Court House on Sunday morning and preach and pray about as well as any of them. Governor Well, so much for tho Gospel what about the law? Does ho do much in that way? Visitor Yes; and there are somepeo- fle who think he is a very good young awycr. Governor How does he figure in court? Visitor He is "rather awkward and hesitates some. He often amuses ua very much, but I don't think he will ever make much of a speaker. The visitor left, and the Governor, after a long pause, said to his amanuen sis: "I did not believe there was a man in Somerset County who could write such a letter as that Here is a man who has read Shakespeare and, v no doubt, the Bible, or he could not preach much, and he pours out his thoughts in such English as amazes me. He evi dently knows what a Judge ought to be. I must inquire further about that young man." As visitors called, inquiries were occasionally made about Mr. Black, and the answers were all satis factory as to his character, moral and Erofessional. Of course, advocates of is appointment soon sprang up. On the 30th of March, 1842, to the astonish ment of many of the friends of the other candidates, a commission as Presi dent Judge was issued to Mr. Black. It is said that Judge Black was as tounded when he saw it, asked whether the Governor had taken leave of his senses, protested his unwillingness to accept the office, and generally helped to set the town of Somerset in an up roar. He did accept the office, how ever, and in a few months established his entire competency to perform his duties, and rose high in the estimation of men of all parties. Judge Porter, in Philadelphia Press. Married for Keeps. The skipper of a coal boat on the Bal timore & Ohio Canal recently decided, after mature deliberation and careful consideration, to marry his cook, who had been a tried and faithful servant tc him for quite a number of his perilouj trips on the storm-lashed canal. So h spoke to her about the matter one day, and after securing her coy consent, h ordered the boat tied up at a small town, and being a practical skipper, skipped up street after a parson. The nuptial knot was soon tied, the parson beaten down to a dollar and a half fot his fee, and then the canal boatman said: "Well Melindy, we are married fui keeps, now. We are hitched fur life, and must pull together. I'm a little short-handed to-day, and as that leae1 mule has got saddle galls on his back, you jist take the tow path, and lead bin: down to Harper's Ferry, an' I'll steer, an' kinder ruminate on some plan tc give you work on the boat without go ing ashore in the mud. I've got a pow erful sight more respect for you now. that you're my wife." Texas Siftingt. Mr. Madera, a middle-aged bach elor, of Reading, Pa., was a sensitive plant, and ill-adapted to withstand the chilling blasts of this world. Mr. Mad ern was pious, and out of his twenty five thousand dollars had given two thousand dollars toward the erection ol a chapel. He also labored with his handi until the skin was worn off them by carrying brick to the masons. The money contributed was not enough to complete the building, and the othet night Mr. Madern, grown disheartened, went out to his barn and hanged him self. He left a note giving five hundred dollars more to the chapel and saving: "I will enter a better world than this.' I have .much, trouble here." Indianap olis Journal. . During the war of 1812 two kege el Cld coin were seat from Prescot U ensington, Ont, by stage. The stag! coke down and die gold was aecretei eearewhere near Ho; Back HilL SesM people fthlnk the coin may be foaael there idll.aad.maay holes have eeei in searea'citUMiniauaff totU Witmsu. PERSONAL Ami IMPERSONAL. Mr. Chamberlain, the father of the American ladv famous in Eurone'for her beauty, will not permit photograph er? svu ii in uaugiuur s picture. Mrs Elizabeth J. Crook has beea reappointed Io-.tmter at Arkadelphia, Ark. Notwithstanding her nanio, her accounts are as straight as a foot measure. Chicago Journal. Ex-Governor Leland Stanford, of California, does not look like a man who enjoys his millions. He has a strong, stern face of gloomy cast, and never smiles or shows interest - Isaac Hills, a Meriden (Conn.) teamster with four children, has been notified that his great uncle in Canada has died, leaving 9650,000, of which he will get $150,000. Boston Transcript. Queen Mary, the Chief of the Gyp-, sies, now 76 vears old, has come over, from England, and is ruling .over her subjects, who have gathered in Penn sylvania. Mary is said to be the Queen of all the Gypsies in the world. Phila delphia Press. Mrs. Frances Hodgson Burnett must be credited with saying at least one good thin" outside of her books. On being asked how to write a novel she replied: "You must have pen, ink and paper. Use the lirt with brains, the second with imagination, and the third with generosity." Chicago Herald. " Lotta," says James H. Heverin, " is the wealthiest actress in tho world. t She can make more monev with her feet than the brainiest man'livinr.oanc with his head. She made $125,000 last season, and she is worth altogether, to i my knowledge, fully $1,000,000, not- , withstanding the fact that she has lost $300,000 by bad speculations.". Y. Post. I A gossipy writer in the Troy. (N. T.) . Press says of Bret Harte's father, whom I he met 5'ears ago when he was private tutor of two of his playmates: "I remem ! ber him .well, a very pleasant gentleman. ;' He married a girl out of the mill. She was one of the most beautiful girls I ever saw. as handsome as a doll, but had no edncatiou. Her'husband educated her, and she became one of the finest ladies in Hudson." The Marquis of Lansdowne, the new. Governor-General of Canada., is e articularly distasteful to the Irish. He as an estate in Ireland of over 120,000 acres, and an annual rental of $178,000, but is noted for his stinginess, and par ticularly distinguished himself two, .years ago by sending a shipload of seed potatoes to his starving tenants and charging them market rates for them. Chicago News. The descendants of the first of our Presidents are not numerous now. In Virginia are a few of the Washington family of the Lawrence Washington branch, and of the Madison there are none. Monroe has one or two nieces and a nephew living, and Jackson has not a living descendant. The Adams familv is the beat represented of the six. Jefferson h&a a number of descendants, and Mrs. Meikleham is the nearest living relation. She is the youngest daughter of his eldest daughter, Martha, who married a Randolph, and is the lait of her seven daughters. H. Y. Times. "A LITTLEJiONSEX8E. A long tramp : Tho one who stands six feet in his stockings. The last sad writes : A man's will. A splendid water-meter: Meeting her on the beach by moonlight. A Pittsburgh lady, whose first born, is six feet in his stockings and only half through his teens, thinks she will start a tea store. She has such a young high son. " Hush ! Beware of the torpedo I V said a young lady to an ineligible ad mirer who was becoming too attentive. On his asking for an explanation she answered: "Oh, it's only our new name for mamma, because she blows us up so! " Chicago Tribune. As the happy couple were leaving tho church the husband said to the partner of his wedded life : "Marriage must seem a dreadful thing to you. Why, you were all of a tremble, and one could hardly hear you say I will!'" "I shall have more courage, and say it louder next time," "returned the blushing bride. A sporting paper says that a certain base-ball player was "fined twenty-five dollars for missing a fly." Persons who have watched the antics of a bald headed man as he strikes aimlessly at a fly will wonder how long the richest bald-headed man's purse would hold out if he were obliged to pav twentv- 4ive dollars for a miss. N. Y. Journal. "What did you see at the meeting. Harry?" said the president of an agri cultural club to his son. All the mem bers of the club, who were dining with the boy's father, looked at the lad as he replied: "I heard Mr. Jones there make a few feeble remarks." "Why, Harry ! " exclaimed his father, in. dis tress. "Yes, sir, it's so; for didn't he say, when he got up to speak, 'I'll venture a few feeble- remarks P'" Golden Days. A man of dull wits, who took things literally, had often heard that "Truth is a jewel lying at the bottom of a well;" so he decided one day to go aown toe well tor tee purpose of taking possession of the jewel. He hurt his knees and elbows, bumped his head, ran an old fork into his foot, and shiv ered around for six long hours before his wife drew him up. "What in the world were yon doing down there?" asked the Wife. "I was looking for Truth, but I guess this ain't Truth's well." An old Scotch storv is good enough to bo lately revived in the Scotch papers:; One night Sandy told her that he "lUcst1' her "awfu'-wee." She simply. respoadtd. "ditto." Sandy was .not very sure what that meant; so the next day while at work, he said, "Father can you tell me what tfitto' is?" "Ou. ay, Sandy!" replied his father. "Dae ye see that cabbage?" "Yes." "And dae ye see that ither ane, that Is jist the same?" "Yes." "Weel. that's ditto." "Gra cious goodness!" exclaimed Sand v. "Did she ca' me a cabbage-head? lfll na' wed her." H. Y. Post. "Old woman," said a Fifth avenne man last night, at twelve o'clock, when he came home with about fourteen drinks in him, and found his wife in her night-gown, "let's play the 'Siege of Lucknow,' " and he grabbed the broom and rasped all the tinware off the wall. "What do I play?" said she. "You play Jesse," said he. "All right." am ihe, and she grabbed him by the hair, wiped up the floor with him, baaged his legs against the steve, hit nin on me neaa wiin a upper, aaa funghimoutof the backdoor. Whea he awakened this morning, under the back-oven, he said: "The old woman played her part well." .V Y. QraphU. Maud, the little sixteen-tnonths-old daughter of Mr. John Lennon, of this city, fell upon the floor and stuck the point of a tack into her forehead. The, matter caused no uneasiness at the time, but the child has continued to get worse each day since, and finally the wound developed symptoms of blood poisoning which grew more dangerous ta character unmake expired la convul sions. 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