The Parsons Weekly Sun from Parsons, Kansas • Page 3

RA1LWAY NOTES. black thousands swarmed to the front and GRANT AMONG THE NEGROES. Inhabitants of the Polar Regions. Italian Cor. Philadelphia Bulletin.

THE RECENT STOK3IS. Assistance Asked for the Sufferer by the Late Cyclones. The following circular has been issued by the St, Louis Merchants exchange relief committee. To the charitably dig-posed people of the United States: The recent cyclones which have passed over the western part of the state of Missouri have brought death and ruin to hundreds of families, laid waste many thriving towns and villages, and scattered to the winds the houses, stock and implements of hundreds of firmers. Recent advices received by this committee show Lacordaire and the Orange.

from the Mouiteur. Some few days ago Pere Didon and the provincial of his order, Pere Chocarne, happened to meet M. de Falloux at a dinner table in Paris, and the three had a long conversation together. The sermons recently delivered by the Dominician soon came under discussion; a report, indeed, having got about that the diocesan authorities, rather disquieted by the temerity of the preacher, were thinking cf requesting him afresh to observe greater moderation in his discourses. The reverend father displayed great deference for his ecclesiastical superiors, though he did not seem inclined to yield an inch, appearing convinced that his plans merited support rather than opposition.

"But ffhat a queer sort of audience you gather together," remarked a gentleman present. "Oh! as to that," struck in M. de Falloux, ''ust let me tell you an anecdote about Lacordaire. One day an enthusiastic Catholic paid the great orator a visit, and said: 'Well, father, the audience you get together is perfectly scandalous, borne of the people are suck mg oranges, some read the papers, and others interchange gossip. You must ef fect an alteration in all this.

'But what do you do inquired Lacordaire. tell my beads as ought to do, re- spondedthe devout Catholic. 'Well, then, ent of the Kansas City and Santa Fe rail-retorted Lacordaire, 'I may as well inform road, arrived here to-day. They announce shook his hands, his arms, his coat-tans. He was wedged in by a wild multitude, and or.lv after a long struggle did he man- ace to escaoe throueh a back door.

For blocks he was followed by men. women and children, all shouting and throwing their arms. He was pelted with flowers and cheers, and finally, after furious driv inc. had a chance to wipe his wet face and straighten his crushed hat. Grant has had many receptions, but never one with more heart in it.

A Kansas Man Commits Suicide. The Chicago Tribune of recent date con tains the following sad story about a citizen of Parsons William J. Copeland. wrtose home appears to have been at Parsons, La Bette county, committed suicide at the Atlantic hotel bv takmer a dose or morphine, ne came to the hotel Thursday evening, represent ing that he had just arrived from New York, and was en route to his Kansas home to visit his wife and family. He was first discovered yesterday morning by Maggie Fitzgerald, a chambermaid, who saw him in the hallway on the third floor going to his room.

No. 49. She remarked to another girl that he was drunk. On going to bis room an hour later she found him lying on the bed unconscious, and upon feeling of him found him cold and clammy. She promptly reported at the office, and Dr.

Stitt was sent lor. He used a stomach pump upon the patient, and at first thought he would succeed in saving his life. Copeland, however, appeared to have no desire to recover, and would do nothing for himself. At 3 o'clock in the afternoon death ensued. Failure in business and poverty were undoubtedly the causes.

From a few old letters and cards in his possession it was ascertained that the deceased's wife was living at Parsons, and that she was badly need of money for food, raiment, and rent. Her letters indicate her to be a lady of refinement and ability, but her pleadings for letters from her husband and money for the necessaries of life are indeed pitiful. Mr. Copeland was a man ot good address, about thirty-five years of age, medium height, light hair and eyes, and side whiskers. Prior to going to the hotel he had a dozen large tintypes taken at Mountford's, No.

542 State street, and had his face clean shaven. No farewell letters of any kind were found. His business cards show that he formerly kept a house furnishing goods store on Third avenue, New York, and afterwards was a member of the Copeland Scantle-berry gold and Bilver plating company. Recently he was a real estate and insurance agent at Parsons. The only money found in his possession was twelve cents.

The body was turned over to the countv undertaker, who will hold it until something is heard from his relatives. Saving the Country "They are saving the country in No- ble8ville to-day," the fat passenger re marked before we came away Monday morning. "Yes," the sad passenger said, it is disunion and anarchy, or Diffendorfer for trustee. "Elect- Diffendorfer trustee," said the cross passenger, "and the throes of disso lution seize on this wretched and enslaved country the next day." "A vote for Diffendorfer," shouted the tall, thin passenger, "cements more closely, and binds more firmly, the union already laid in the best blood of our fathers." "Elect Diffendorfer," the fat passenger said, "and the malice and hate of 500 centuries of despotism is crowned with success, and the fair republic, that has repelled the assaults of all the world, dies by the parricidal hand of its own ungrateful, traitorous and blood-dyed children. "Llect Ditiendorter, said the man with the green goggles, "and the reeling thrones of the effete monarchies of Eu rope crumble to the dust, and the barba rous despotisms in the far Orient fall to the earth amid the crushing of broken dynasties that have been upheld by cen furies of lawless and pitiless power." "Elect this man Diffendorfer," snorted the fat passenger, "and you will Hve to hear the death knell of liberty ring thro' the land.

Make him township trustee and you will see the sacred rights of man, the honor of citizenship, the glories of the republic, the sanctity of the fireside, the purity of the home, the holiness of the church, the sacred retirement of the cloister, trampled ruthlessly under his cruel and polluting feet, elect JLhtlen dorfer "Diffendorfer ain't a runnin said the woman who talks bass, and as usual, when she croaks, she cuts off the debate as with the previous question, to the great disappointment ot the man with the greon goggles, who was just ready to laugh out with a crusher as soon as the lat passen ger was out ot breath. And so we came away from Noblesville. Boasted to Death By the San. From the London Telegraph. Dr.

Schweinfurth, in a lecture which he recently delivered atthexBerlinGeographi cal society on the subject of his latest exploration in Central Africa, gave his hearers a thrilling account of the mode in which capital punishment is inflicted upon criminals by the Al-Quadjis, a 6m all tributary off-shoot of the great and pow erful Djour people. The malefactor ccn demned to die is bound to a post firmly driven into the gronrd some open place where no trees afford a 6hade, and is there slowly roasted to death not by any artificial means involving a waste of fuel, but by the natural heat of the sun's rays as they reach our earth in its eqratorial regions, lo protract his sonerings and to avert his too speedy end by sunstroke, he ingenious Al Qaadjis cover their err ing compatriot's head with fresh green eaves, which effectually shield his brain rem Phoebus' darts. No such protection is, however, accorded to his body, which gradually dries up, shrinks together, and ultimately becomes carbonized. One chance of salvation is open to the roasting i iii man, wmie as yet ne is not completely aone to death. If a cloud pass between he sun and his place of torment he is at once cast loose from his post and becomes the object of popular reverence, as a mighty magician in whose behalf the supernatural powers have deigned direct- to intervene, out cionas seiaom inter- ere with the administration of justice on he davr chosen for public executions by he AlQaadji authorities; at least that appears to be vr.

ocnweiniurtn expe rience of African weather as far as it bears upon the judicial roastinif of malefactors. To remove grease from wall paper, lay several folds of blotting paper on the spot and hold a hot iron near it until the grease is absorbed. Amosine and Pathetic Scenes in a New Orleans Colored Methodist Church. N. 0.

Letter to the Milwaukee Sentinel. Grant had one reception that was en-. thusiastis and heartfelt last Monday he was among the negroes. Rev. Dr.

Hart-zell, editor of the Southwestern Christian Advocate, about whose work among the negroes I shall have much to say in the future, invited 3rant to Wesley chapel to meet the Methodist preachers. It is a large church, but on Monday it could not hold a tenth of the negroes who crowded around it. It had come to the knowledge of the negroes that Grant would visit this colored church at ten o'clock and at four o'clock in the morning it was crowded to its fullest capacity. These dusky patriots waited here and in the streets of the vicinity for over six hours, for a look at the great Union general. When two blocks away from the church he was fairly startled at the mass of black humanity.

"The dozens of policemen on the ground lound it difficult to clear a Dath for the cairiage, and when Grant got out he was nearly killed by the pressure of the wild crowd. To merely touch his arm would make a negro fairly scream with ecstasj, and one white haired old negro who grasped his hand cried out: "Bress God! Bress Godl Now Fee ready to die I done shuck his ban', I done shuck his han'," and the old fellow threw his arms up and called on the people to look at him he'd "shuck Grant's han'." No language can give a correct idea of the scene. Men, women and children screamed and pushed and pulled, crazy to shake hands with the general, and it was fully fifteen minutes before he reached the altar after he entered the door. "I've been in Africa," he said, "but never got so warm as this." It was fifteen minutes more before the crowd could be quieted by the vigorous expressions of the pastor, "Emperor William," an old colored minister who was formerly a slave. When there was something like quiet, Emperor William mada some remarks, bis face beaming with happiness and sweat.

"I done had a few big days in my life," he shouted, "an' dis is one o' ray big days. One pint's settled you all said he wouldn't come, an' yer he is. You was a betten' yo' dolla's he wouldn't come, but bless the Lawd! yer he is." "Oh, yes! Oh, yes! da' he is suah enough," shouted back the congregation, and they hugged themselves and wept, while one old sister cried, "Oh, my God, I done see him; oh, my God!" A negro choir of a hundred voices then broke loose with De Bridegroom's Come, the people keeping time with their feet and with their swaying bodies all crazy with excitement. We had now, for the first time, a chance to look about. Over the pulpit was an immense portrait of Grant, beautifully decorated, and opposite, a fine picture of Lincoln, similarly decorated.

On a table in front of the pulpit was a cart load of fragrant flowers, brought by the colored people. Along the aisles, squeezed into thinness by the crowd, were the marshals old men with their hair done up in bright ribbons, and with red, white and blue batons in their hands. Every inch of room in the large church was occupied, while the gallery groaned with its weight of dusky females, very moment a bench would unap beneath its load, the pressure of the crowd outside would crush in a window, while the unctious "amens" would roll from every part of the room. Thera never was a better opportunity to study negro characteristics and negro appearances there was every shade of skin from the awfully black African to the fair and buxom quadroon. After the singing and a characteristic prayer, Dr.

Hartzell made an eloqueni address of welcome, which was accom panied by "amens" and cries ot "dat's so," "dat's hit," by the congregation urant responded in a tew words, in which he hoped the colored peoplewould stick to the Bible and the A young colored man then made a brief speech, which was one of the most eloquent and effective 1 ever heard He sloDDed over a little, but he did ll gracefully, welcoming Grant as the saviour of the colored people, to be named only with Lincoln. "General Grant," he said, "you have uttered many pithy sen tences that live in popular memory; you have said 'let us have peace' when peace was the longing of every heart: you ex pressed the de ermina'ion of the American people when you said you would 'fight it out on this line if it takes all summer but there was one speech nobler than all which has suns deeper into the hearts of millions when the landlord at Jack sonville, Florida, would hav driven the colored people back as they escorted you to the hotel you said, 'let them come, for where I am there the colored people may The perfect frenzy of the crowd when this was related wa3 beyond all deB cription. I wish I could put Scott Chin before vou as he made his remarks, but pen and ink will not do it. lie is a tall old man preacher for sixty years. Evidently the brothers have trouble stopping his talk when he is once started like an occasion al visitor at at a newspaper office at the busiest time, his tongue seems to be wound up for twenty-four hours.

As he gets warmed up his body sways like that of a dancer, his speech has a musical swing, almost like a song, to which he keeps time with his foot. He reached the put pit after being cautioned a dozen times to briefen yo speech," and after shaking 1 av i win oi urant unmnenceu in iuw voice which gradually gnw loud and musical. "De Lawd's been good to his ol' sarvent." said he. "I nebba hoped te eee dis executive dis world, but hoped to meet him in glory. I was proud of dis hero's respecting the saying of de Angel Gabriel, peace on earth, and good will to all men.

God has peacein heaven and he wants peace yer, and dat's why he's watched over dis hero he wants to make peace down yer. An angel's been watch-in' nva too. and a mighty big angel come with you to Louisiana. As you come a'ong prejudice and envy and malice peeped at you, but de angel tuck care of you. An' when yo' wuck'g done may dat angel take you to glory and set you down on de right han of God." The old man was in an ecstacv.

As he left the pulpit his eyes were closed, and his arms thrown up. The brothers evidently understood his condition, for they passed him along from one to another until he was deposited in bis seat, apparently unconscious of how he got there. He sat there with his face turned upward and his lips moving, a perfect case of exalta- Other speeches were made, and then Grant shoo hands with the preachers, The heroes of the hour are the Swedish explorers who have jast returned from the North Pole, and who have discovered a new country, a new people, etc. Perhaps these celebrated adventurers might not have been received with so much enthusi asm as they have experienced had it not been for the fact that precisely the one who discovered the new Arctic territories happen) to be an Italian. His name is Bove, and he is a lieutenant in the Italian navy.

He is barely thirty years of age. and is as fair in complexion the Swedes with whom he travels. It so happened that Bove was a little distant from the rest of his companions when he discov ered the land of the Cinkici, and he immediately christened the town that thus sprang into view with the name of "Umberto." The people, however, who were found there were not precisely savages thev were clothed (roughly, perhaps), in skins ot reindeer and seal. Their costume might not, perhaps, suit Parisian taste, but was adaptable to their clime. It was composed of reindeer or sealskin 6tock mga, lined with eiderdown, reindeer or sealskin boots, reaching to the knees, and under these, again, reindeer or sealskin trowsers, over which are worn in extra cold weatherother trowsers lined with fur.

And then a tunic, coat or blouse of the same materials reaches to the knees, and, according to the weather, several of these are worn one over the other. For the head they wear a cap to match the rest of this charming costume, and this cap is tied under tne chin like a baby cap Finally they wear over their chests a kind ot bib or sealskin, which bib they draw over their faces when the air threatens to bite their noses. The very fashionable people ot the country fasten tails of animals to the edges of their coats. This is to show that they are rich, as their riches consist in reindeer, pome lamiiies pome tamiues possessing as many as 1U.IXXJ ot these animals, ibe ladies wear the same costumes as the gentlemen, which gives them a 6trange and awkward walk. However, as a little distinction, they wear their hair in two long plaits at the side of each cheek, and their neck and backs are bare.

It seems that the cold has less effect on them than on their lords. It is true that when they have young children they carry them on their backs, and that shelters them. Both men and women are short of stature, but stout and wonderfully strong, as they can walk lor miles with burdens on their backs which we Europeans could not even lift. Their faces are large and broad, and they have no foreheads. In this the women would be quite the fashion in Europe, where the ladies do all they can to conceal their foreheads.

The men cut their hair close to their heads, like French soldiers, but the ladies let their hair crrow as loner as possible. their beauty being judged by the length of their hair, which, strange to say, is quite black. Their teeth, it seems, are so sharp that they need no other instruments tor any work they may do. lheir hands and feet are curiously small, however, so small they cannot hold more than one thing at a time in them. They are, Lieut.

Bove tells us, a jolly set of people, always laughing, even in the midst of ice and hunger. Their houses are made of wood and whalebone, and are roofed with deer or seal They are warmed and lighted with burning fat, set in rough kinds of lamps. The stench of these is said to be unbearable to those not born to it. A Burglary at Lathrop. Prom the Kansas City Journal, April SS.

On Wednesday night, a hardware store at Lathrop. was burglarized ot a larcfl amrmnt of r.ntlerv. Thft affair was WWW Chief Speers, and yester Jn VA rwiveA ft telenrmnfl tnf-o sage from West Kansas, stating that two men were in a second hand store offering a -i-r i tt i i ii for sale a large number of knives, razors and a few watches and pistols, which i was believed had been stolen. Chie Speers instructed officers Hynes and Jones to arrest the men. Un entering the store but one of them was present.

He at once became alarmed and ran out a rear door, followed by the officers. As he jumped a fence a shot was fired which only served to frighten him the more. Another sho served to make him realize that he was in adaneerocs position, and he came to a halt and was captured, but not withou some resistance, ms partner succeeded in making his escape. The prisoner, on being brought to the central station, gave his name as John Murphy. He claims that he is but 19 years old, and that ne is irom xsew iiiji nr Orleans.

He further says that he arrived in Lathrop on Wednesday, formed the ac quaintance ot his partner in crime, and together they burglarized the store. In response to a telegram, E. K. Brad ford, sheriff of Clintor, arrived, and re eeiving his prisoner and the stolen stuff, returned to Lathrop on the evening tram It was an important capture. 1 amoun of property stolen is valued at about $200, The Becent Cyclone.

From tho Kansas City Journal, Prof. Tice's statement in regard to the Marshfield tornado, that a wave of water followed it, and that rocks of from three hundred pounds to two tons in weight were taken out of the ground and earned with it, goes very far to prove his theory that the terribly destructive power of the cyclone is from electricity. The cloud be- ing positively charged and the earth neg trveiy, tne cioud comes down in oof-ai' nee to the law of equilibrium, and as that equilibrium must be brought about by conducting media, the rocks, the water, the trees, houses and other debris leap up into the cloud to restore it, and when re stored, the cloud lifts and passes on. The theory agrees with all the phenomena. Gales on the Lakes.

Prom tne CMcago.Time, April 19. The gales on the lakes during the last few days have been unusually severe, and have "suited disastrously to shipping in terests. A tale of suffering comes up from Lake Michigan. A small lumber schooner was struck by the blast and her captain washed overboard, leaving a sailor as the sole occupant of the frail craft. For four days he drifted around at the mercy of wind and wave, without sleep, and for forty -eight hours was lashed to the mast.

Finally exhausted nature yielded, and he slept in that perilous position for twelve hours, when he was rescued by a passing vessel. It is stated that Bob Ingeno'l had hard luck in Canada, that the Mcntreal par ers wouldn't print his advertisements, and couldn't hire a hall. Whereupon the N-w Haven Register suggests "that the K-inucks of that cold climate take solid comfort in the belief that there is a is A RAILROAD FROM DES M0I5TE8 TO KANSAS CITY. A Des Moines correspondent says a company composed of prominent business men and capitalists has been organized, to be known as the Des Moines and Kansas City railway company, to build a railroad from Des Moines to Kansas City. Its capital is to be 14,000,000, in shares of $100 each.

Enough stock has already been taken to Bet the project in motion. Tha officers elected are: Wm. M. Jones. president: Geo.

Lendrnm. vice-president: P. M. Cassaday, treasurer; Charles Jones. secretary.

The matter was not known until the company was organized. There ba3 been no preliminary talk about it, nor effort made to work up public inter est. The directors say thev mean busi ness; that the road will be built, and the money is ready lor that purpose: which indicates that some other big railroad or eastern syndicate is behind it. The president, immediately after the company was organized, went fcast to perfect the finan cial arrangements lor further progress. MiTJSriSIO OF THE KANSAS CITY, BUR I LINGTON AND SANTA FE.

A dispatch from Wichita, Kansas, dated the 8tb, says: Gen. Schofield and Col. Houston, president and snnerintend- Al JA 1 ft" meir ueierramation oi an immediate ex tension of that road west with Wichita is one objective point. The Little Shop. If there is a pathetic spectacle to be met with in a ramble through the city it is a affair, but one of those many small places where lonely women try to earn their bread, and where there seems to be noth- mg to attract a purchaser.

The window, doubtfully clean at best, exhibits a row of bone buttons, a dusty jar of dingy pepper mint candy, a speckled paper adorned by a glaring picture happily hung bottom upward on a card, and a hideous little child apron. Within, a cracked glass case holds some cotton, a few thimbles, a mix of bodkins, and perhaps more pepper mint cauuy, aim lucre ore a icw wursiea stockings and a Noah Ark with the broken legs of the animals sticking out of the top; and Shem, Ham and Japheth in a headless condition beside it. II 11 1 1 1 1TTI aii is snaooy, ugiy, nopeiess. when a customer opens the door, with much clanging of a great bell attached to a spring above it, a dirty little girl appears, dragging a baby dirtier still, and retires to "call mother. Then "mother'' comes from her wash-tub haggard, thin and weary.

She seldom finds what is asked for in the cracked case or the window, and she scarcely seems to wish to do so. Probably she must make something by the sale ot her tew wares, but the general effect is that she keepa the little shop by way of penance. Often, as you look at her, you fancy she must have known bet- things, and that some woeful trouble has brought ber to this pass. You be lieve, though you know nothing of her. that there is a drunken husband some where in the background; and you feel quite sure that the little shop is simply a Bjriuuui wall wuiuau a uic, uub VI willUi all hope and brightness have gone.

The Trick Mare. On one occasion we were pnparing for our promenade through the streets, when a kind of "hanger-on" to our company, wh0f through his invariable politeness of manner, had been nicknamed "Sweet William, was deputed to ndH a hignly- trained black mare, one of whose tricks consisted in undoing her girths with her teeth and removing her saddle. Sweet ft SlSH tne Otners naviu puscu uuu uc.uie uo uau mounted. Suddenly loud cries of "Mur der!" were heard to proceed from the stable, and I shouted out as I went to ward the spot: "What the matter? Who is it?" "It's me." replied the ago- mzed voice ot sweet vviuiam. "jaate haste the mare's got hold of mv toe!" And sure enough, I found the man on the mare's baek, writhing and twisting about, his face describing the most painful con tortions, and his toe in the mare's mouth! The more he struggled, the harder she pulled at what, through some misadven ture, she mistook for the girth straps.

Perhaps, also, she mistook his shonts for the vociferous cheers ot a pleased audi ence, and thought it was "all right," and again she rehiTor. vnannii ha nrnnt hnva moHs onmc il Sllgnt movement, which me mare lauagni LA u- went to wor accordingly. However, the man waa Bpeeduy released from his awk wjm- and tke cayalcada ward predicaments and the cavalcade pro ceeded on its way, but it was a long time before the incident itself ceased to excite a good natursd laugh at the expense of Sweet William. How Keene Bashes Things. Newport Cor.

Boston Transcript. JamP8 Keene has come regularly from Boston every Sunday till last, by special train. He goes through to Boston from New York by late train Sunday night. Time, indeed, must be precious, and "money no obiect," when a man, rather than leave fbr Newport at 3 p. m.

Satur- dav. waits a few hours, goes to hours, goes to boston and charters a special train over the Old Colony to take him down and bring him hack (o he can catch a Sundav nieht train I in your city for New York. The Keene I mansion is always tuii ot visitors irom i New York, but it is rumored that the family will go abroad soon. There is a little social chafing 1 believe. A man may have too much monev to cret into good so ciety in America, as has been often dem onstrated at Newport.

He Turned the Table. There is nothing like presence of mind after all. One dark, rainy night, old Dr. Botte, who lives on Van Ness avenue, San Francisco, was trudging homeward WDen he discovered that he was being dogged by a burly ruffian, evidently in tent on robbery. Tbey were in a lonely Eart of the town, and the man was just at is heels, when the doctor, buttoning bis coat up to his chin, suddenly turned back and said to his pursuer: "Please, sir.

give me a dime to buy som-thing to eat. 1 don't want to get whisky; indeed I don haven had anything to eat for two days." "Ureat Scott!" exclaimed the footpad. repocketing bis slungshot with profound disgust, "to think here I've been piping a pauper for over a mile." An he walked off cursing the internal luck to blazes. "Now." said the school trustee to an applicant for a situation, "we know that and is vowels, but what we want I 11 now is, wny is mey Toweis. the destruction to be more fearful than pen can picture.flFrank E.

Nioher. pro fessor oi physics at Washington university, this city, and T. Shaler Smith, civil engineer, who have just returned from an exploring tour, which covered the entire line of two tornadoes in southwestern Missouri, in a report to this committee, say that the half has not been told. The James river storm began about thirfy-five miies west ot opnngheid, and gradually increased in size and power until it at tained a width of 2,000 feet. For a distance of forty-six miles it cut an unbroken swath from 50O to 3,000 feet wide.

Men. women and children were killed or crippled; horses, cattle, sheep and hogs are in similar condition; dwellings, fencrt and outhouses were not cnty leveled but blown away plows, wagons, reapers, and other farming implements are reduced to kindling wood, and in many cases fields with growing crops are so covered with forest debris, or with mud or sand, that much aditional labor will be required to save what has been planted. No houses or barns are left standing in the track of the stoms, and the farmers are entirely without houses or implements with which to carry on their farms. Similar reports come from many other sources, and the demands upon the people for assistance are very urgent. St, Louis is doing all in her power tor the relief of these unfortunate districts, but the call is great, and it cannot be supplied in an adequate manner by the citizens of thin state alone.

This committee, in behalf of the sufferers, appeal to the people cf this country, everywhere to come forward and assist in relieving the great distress of southwest. The appeals from the ever stricken cities of the South during he last two summers were not more ur gent. This committee will furnish infor mation to any parties having funds to forward, as to the points needing assistance, and will receive and disburse any money or supplies sent here for this purpose. (bigned.) E. U.

stanaud, Alex. H. Smith, D. P. ROYLAXD, SAM'L ClTPLES, Maktin Collins, Merchants's Exchange Relief Commit tee.

A Millionaire's Career. From the New York Tribune. Millionaire Borland landed in this country from Ireland when a boy and worked on a farm up the Hudson for $10 a month. In 1852 he went to San Francisco and soon afterward began to work in the mines at a aay. since mat time ne has made and lost fortunes.

He is represented by the Daily Mining News as say ing: "In 1872 1 bought 600 shares of Central for less than $5,000. This mine was soon afterward cut up and put into California, and the redistribution give mo 1,250 shares. I never paid an assessment on it, for none was ever called for, and in no time the stock went up to $740 a share, when I sold. That paid pretty well. Let me see; I paid $5,000 and sold for $925,000.

That left me a profit of $920,000. That was one of the best speculations, but not quite as good as another one that I was in almost at the same time. I bought 500 shares of Consolidated Virginia for $50 a share and paid two assessments on it, which brought up the price to $56 a share. This mine was also "cut up" just about this time, and my 500 shares spread out into 2,750 shares. 1 held this stock for two years, when it went up like a flash.

I sold out in 1874 for $750 a-share. It cost me $28 000 for my stock, and 1 sold it for $2,002,500. That was pretty good interest on the money. One Saturday the stock was selling for $350 a share, but I held on. The following Monday it was $500 a share.

I tell you it took a pretty strong head to stand that. I was getting rich not at the rate of a million a minute, as they say, but $100,000 a day or so; but that was fast enough. Nobody ever knew anything about this till it was all over. I never told my wif and family any of my business affairs, and never kept any books. Tne only book that I.

kept was a little pass-book that I carried in my inside coat pocket, with a record of all that I bought and sold, and the pnee. I never let anyone see this, and never brought it out except sometimes on Sunday afternoon, cr when I was alone. My heavy losses is 1878 weie on Sierra Nevada and Union. I lost $1,400,000 then inside of ten days shrunk that much in depreciation of stock. The veins were not so wide as was expected." A Home Ylew of the Iron Trade.

From the Pittebnrg Gazette, April 7. The iron manufacturers are getting themselves into a bad fix. The outlook is anything but bright just at present. There is no use of their whistling to keep their courage up when matters are in such a shape. The only practical thing they can do to better the situation would seem to be to drop their price list, and that in short order, without waiting for things to grow worse.

What is trie sense of keeping up high rates, at which no one will buy? They ought by this time to realize that they have foreign competition to contend with, and that so long as they maintain the present prices tbev are playing directly into the hands of their oppo nents. They con Id not do anything that would please foreign manufacturers more than persist in their present course. The only sensible thing to be done now is to drop down to a healthy market price, and in this way prevent the mills from coming to a stand-still. Ibe present production far in advance of the demand, and ust as sure as two and two maks four. the present trouble will con'inue to increase unless there is an immediate low ering of the prices of iron, nail's, figures suited to the present condition of the market.

It's All Bight. from the Philadelphia North American There is nothing in the fall which has akea place in the price of iron. Every one knows that the price had been artificially forced up to such a figure as could not pos8ily be sustained, and that a break was unavoidable was clearly foreseen, it just as well that it should have come-when it has. for the longer the unhealthy inflation lasted, the more severe must- have been the reaction. you at once that I preach for those who suck oranges in church, and not for good people like yourself.

Pere Didon could not relrain irom a smile at the conclusion of the story, on which Mi de Falloux turned to him and remarked "You are quite right to smile, father, for your own sermons are intended for the orange eaters. Like Lacordaire, too, you no doubt bear with you to the pulpit the regard for truth which ani mated the great restorer of your order. Before as after his discourses he was always afraid of not adequately serving the cause of truth. After he had delivered one of his eloquent harangues his fiist thought and query was whether any expression or gesture he had used would have been bet ter omitted. He alwavs deemed a too pronounced sentiment as a fault, and peo pie who knew him well were charmed with the delicacy and toleration Lacordaire dis- avprf.

A the remi nhserve the tinm- ber of the eplucheurs of oranges who heard and then becama his earnest disci- pies. Anecdote of Office Seekers. Washington Cor. Courier-Journal. There are a number of applicants here who seek to fill the place occupied by the late Judge Hays.

One of the aspirants was in Washington when he received the news of the vacancy at a late hour on the evening of Monday. About midnight a member of congress and his wife were aroused by a thundering ran at their door. A note was handed to the halt-awake mem ber. He read: "Jndce Havs is dead: advise me promptly what to do to secure the place." The answer wa3: "Better not disturb the president to-night: it will be a little more decent to wait until after the funeral." Such scrambles for office are so disgusting that it is strange that gentlemen will so demean themselves. There is a story told of a man who was promised the first vacancy in the post-office department.

Une day, while lazily saun tering near the river, he saw a dead man dragged ashore. He looked at the face and recognized a clerk whom he had known in the post-office. He ran all the way to the department, rushed into the presence of the postmaster-general and demanded his appointment. "I "I only promised you a place when there was a vacancy, said the postmaster-general. "There is one," said the excited indi vidual.

"I saw the dead body of John Jones dragged out ot the river. ated the following words: "You are too late. One hour ago the place was given to the man who saw John Jones when he fell into the river." Ben Bntler's New Appearance. New York Cor. Hartford Times.

When Widow Butler stepped to the front at Steinway hall, on Sunday night, to deliver his lecture (or rather one he has adopted as his) on "The Irish Soldier," there was a band-box look about him that astonished the audience. Most of them, no doubt, expected to see a rough-and ready looking sort of person, but instead of that they beheld a man who might have been takea for a dandified old beau It wa, th. time I had thegallant Knmamin in onin nop owrl na tnrtlr mn I rather aback. White tie. cntawav veRLI uili uuiui iii ouvu uuu vwu.

UJV IT j- i r- with an immense display of shirt-bosom, swal ow-tail coat, with a httfe bouquet in A uutMi-uuw, wunau giuvcs, uu Ki- eral air of haying just stepped out of a perfumed boudoir that was the make-up ot the famous warrior as he bowed to the two thousand people clapping hands at him in front. And how he did bow, to be sure, hvery time his head went down hft seemed to bend clear over till his hands almost touched the floor, and the va3t ex panse of his magnificent baldness was ex hibitedto the whole house. Butler cer tainly made a hit with his stylish full dress (except that the gloves seemed to bother him a good deal; he is in the habit of handling things without gloves), but as a lecturer he is hardly a success. His style is hard and stifl, and there is no warmth in it at all. But the audience was in good humor, and he got plenty ot applause.

The same audience would have given Ben a Very different reception seventeen years I ago, in the drait times, ihe lecture yielded about $1,000 for the Irish relief und. The Bulgarians. From the Saturday Beriew. They can boast the single virtue of in- dustry, which explains that rude plenty in their villages which excited the envy of the Russian liberators, while it exculpat ed the much-abused Turks from the worst charges of habitual oppression, Mr. Boyle has seen a Bulger family hard at work in their field by the side of the road, skTA tin nno rf th nnrfu lifted Vila hpa.H tn cast a glance at tie glittering staff of a Russian Grand Duke.

But their "stupid- itv is onlv matched bv their sullen ill will Thou gh they love money they wil 1 neither sell nor give. They will fight doggedly when "cornered." but never if they can help it. As for the malignity of their leprisals on their helpless Turkish neighbors, it 6urpased the atrocity of hose outrages by Circassians and Bashi- Bazouks which raised the storm of indig- nant execration tnrougn Europe, "in a wine shop at SistoPa Bulgar was display- ing his hacked knife when my courier en tered. He 8 aid. At first I used to go out with a gun, but this is better.

I have kill ed ten cf them. I have cut them up like ambs." And it must be remembered that the man was a specimen cf the 'peaceable peasant," and that he had no cause of personal enmity to the helpless I a 111. 1 I. ncuras ne Dutcnerea. off to and an effort was made to dear we way far hit Tif ft was impossible.

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