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DAILY EVENING BULLETIN.
VOL. 2 NO. 233. MAYSVILLE, KY., THURSDAY, AUGUST 23, 1883. PKICE ONE CENT.
THAT TEXAN CATTLE MAN.
By Joaquin Miller.
UTo rode tho tawny Texan hills,
A bearded cattle mnu and I :
Below us laughed tho blossomed rills,
Above tho dappled clouds blow bv.
Wo talked. Tho topic? Guess. Why, sir,
Three-fourths tif man's wholo tliuo ho
To talk, to think, to bo of heii;
Tho other fourth ho sleeps.
To lenrn what ho might know of lovo,
I laughed all eontanev to scorn.
"Behold, vou happy changeful dove!
Behold this day, all storm and morn,
Yet now 'tis changed to cloud and sun.
Yea, all things change tho heaii, tho
Behold on earth thero fa not ono
That chaugeth not," I .said.
He drew a glass, ns if to scan
Tho plain for steers; raUed it and sighed.
Ho craned his neck, this cuttlo man,
Then drove tho cork homo and replied:
"For twenty years (forgive these tears)
For twenty years no word of strife
I have not known for twenty years
Ono folly from my wife."
I looked that Texan In the face
That bearded cattle man.
Ho pulled his beard; then dropped In place
A broad right hand, nil scarred and tan,
And toyed with something shining thero
From out his bolster keen and small.
I was convinced. I did not euro
To arguo it at all.
But rest I could not. Know I mint
The story of my Texan guide;
His dauntless love, enduring trust;
His blessed, immortal bride.
I wondered, marveled, marveled much.
"Was she of Texan growth; Was sho
Of Saxon blood, that boasted such
Eternal constancy J
I could not rest until I know
"Now twenty years, my man," said I
"Is a long time. He turned and drew
A pistol forth, also a sigh.
" 'Tis twenty years or more," said ho.
"Nay, nay, my honest man, I vow
I do not doubt that this inny be;
But tell, oh I tell mo how.
" Twould mako a poem true and grand;
All time should note it near and far;
And thv fair, virgin, Texan land
Should stand out liko a winter star,
America should heed. And then
Tho doubtful French beyond the sea
'Twould make them truer, nobler men
To know how this may be."
"It's twenty years or more,"' urged he.
"Nay, that I know, good guide of mine:
But lead mo where this wife may be,
And I a pilgrim ot the-shrine,
And kneeling as a pilgrim true"
He, scowling, shouted in my ear:
. "I cannot show my wife to you;
She's dead this twenty year."
STAGE COACH AND RAILROAD.
In thoso good old days "all days aro
good when old," says Byron tho "Bull"
in Aldgato, tho "Swan with two Necks"
in Ladd Lane, tho "Angol" at Islington,
and tho "Whito Horso Collar," Piccadilly,
wero tho great coaching houses of
London. Merely to hear theso names
mentioned brings to tho old-timer pleasant
fancies of traveling by mail through
merry roads, with blooming hawthorn
and chestnut trees, tho larks singing
afloat, the village bolls and tho smith's
hammer tinkling in the distance, and
tho roadsido inn with its swinging sign
and its snow-white watering-trough, its
buxom landlady, and its bustling hostlers.
At each of thoso hotels from 100
to 1500 horses wero stabled, and their
work was confined to within fifty miles
of tho metropolis. How many coach-horses
would bo required to-day to accommodate
the ingress and ogress of
tho travelers coming to and going from
tho modo'ii Babylon?
When I was ii'boy I well remember
tho transportation of tho sea coal from
tho "bank," as tho pit's mouth was
called, to tho barges on tho Tyno by
means of steam, but nobody over dreamt
of being carried themselves by such a
motive power, and everybody laughed
at tho Liverpool merchants and bankers
who first entertained the idea, and
brought into the house of commons tho
bill for the Liverpool and Manchester
railway. Joo Hume, "sum totllo Joe,"
declared it a preposterous notion that
a-speed of four miles an hour could bo
attained, and kept up with a tea-kettle
for u horso.
But somehow or othor it 'was impossible
to stop the advent of stenm. Canal
companies and coaching combinations
howled about tho ruin of vested inter-eats,
and while a tram-road at a colliery,
or a lift from tho Tyno or Wear Side
was all very well, tho idea of a machine
that would either push or pull a load in
addition to moving itself was tho height
Tho first timo it was actually done, I
was not, liko John Gilpin, "thero to
seo," but it was about 1820, and the
journey was mado from Stockton to
Darlington, ninoty tons being drawn
eight miles an hour.
All this timo Georgo Stephenson and
his son Robert wero busy at work, and
tho "Bocket" was tho result, and on tin
13th of Soptembor, 18110, it and seven
other locomotives, built on tho satin
model, wore ready at Liverpool for the
grand opening of tho Liverpool and Manchester
rnilway. I was but a young
shaver then, but I was thero, wont all
the way from Kamsay, Huntingdonshire,
way down in tho Islo of Elyfens, with
my father, to seo tho failure;"
but somehow it did now prove n
faUuro after all, and but for ono sad
serious accident, was a glorious day an
a decided triumph. What a day thu
was for Liverpool I Every instrumeii,
of musio in tho city, and for 100 miles
around, had been got together and wer
being scraped, blown, beaten, twanged
and oporated upon at onco.to an accoiu
pauiment of church bells and boominj.
cannon, Every was crowded
flags wore ilying from overy availabh
eminence. Thousands upon thousand'
of peoplo lined both sides of tho road
for milosjwith expectation to bo ripouof
into wonder and admiration markee"
upon then faces.. And didn't the Man
chester alo flow I Barrels wero tapped
in tho streets, and temperance was nowhere.
It was about 11:30 in tho forenoon
when all was ready, and tho
"Northumbrian" led tho way. There
wero four carriages to each ongine,
n iking eight separato trains, carrying
altogether near upon 1.000 peoplo. The
road was a double track, but both
trucks were employed, tho first train'
monopolizing one, and tho other soven
following each other on the parallol
lino. Tho start was at length mado,
without any mishap. Away went tho
first passenger trains over run in England
or elsewhere, down tho Sutton
and over the Sankey viaduct, seventeen
miles to Parkhurst, tho
carrying Wellington, Peel,
William Huskisson. M. P. for Liverpool,
and other notables, accelerating
or retarding her speed on the south line
to permit her crow to examine any
points of interest or seo tho other trains
skim over their way. All wont well up
to this point, but hero occurred that
fatal accident which mado tho opening
of the first railroad a day of mingled
joy and sorrow joy for tho success of
tho undertaking, and sorrow for tho
catastrophe which deprived Liverpool
of its newly elected member of parliament,
free trado ono of its earliest
and Great Britain ono of
mr most experienced diplomats and
eloquent orators. While the locomotives
Avoro taking in water Mr. Huskisson
quit his carriage and went to
shako hands with tho Duke of Wellington.
While so doing the Rocket passed
on tho othor lino, tho M.P. became confused
and frightened and in his flurry
ran on tho track. In vain tho engineer
tried to stop tho engine. It ran over
tho statesman, breaking both legs and
thigh, and othorwiso so injuring him
that ho died tho same night, after being
carried to tho vicarage of Eccles.
Tho journey of tho trial trains was
mado to Manchester, but a gloom which
could not bo dissipated had been cast
over the day, and tho triumph of tho
engineering consummation was saddened
THE VALUE OF TllADES TO BOYS.
Statistics recently collected at the
eastern Pennsylvania penitentiary show
that of 780 young men received there
under 21 years of age, 755 had no
trades. There was plenty of education
among them, as 572 were graduates of
schools. Such startling figures as theso
aro an unanswerable argument in favor
of manual training schools. They show
that our public schools are turning out
boys who aro not prepared for any occupation
or any form of manual labor,
and that mere book education is no protection
to society against crime. Thoso
boys, unfitted for any kind of manual
work., naturally drift into tho easiest
occupations they can find, and there is
nothing easier than drifting into no oc
cupation, and thence into crime.
Bill Nye in Detroit Free Press.
Very few of tho great mass of humanity
know who makes the beautiful public
document with its plain, black binding,
and its wealth 01 statistics. Few
stop to think that hidden away from the
great work-a-day world, with eyelids
heavy and red, and with finger nails
black with antimony, toiling at his caso
hour after hour, tho p'iblic printer during
tho session of congress is setting up
the thrilling chapters of Tho Congressional
Record, and between times yanking
tho Washington press backward and
forward, with his suspenders hanging
down, as ho prints this beautiful seaside
library of song.
Wo aro too prono to read that which
gives us pleasure without thought of tho
labor' necessary to its creation. Wo
glido gayly through Tho Congressional
Record, 'pleased with its moro attractive
features viz : its ayes and noes littlo
thinking that Sterling P. Rounds, tho
public printer, stands in tho subdued
gaslicht with his stick half full, trying
to decipher tho manuscript of some
reticent representative whoso speooh
was yesterday delivored to tho janitor
as ho polished tho porcelain cuspidore
This is a day and ago of tho world
when men take that which comes to
them and do not stop to investigate tho
pain and toil it costs. Tl.iu never inquire
into tho myhcyv rf manufacture
to try to learn the duil 01 its construction.
Most of our llbr vrios aro
with books which v.ohuvorceoivod
at tho hands of a government,
and yet wo treat rhec -volumes with
scorn and contumely. Wo jeer at the
footsore bugologist who had chased tho
largo, green worm from tree to tree, in
order that wo may bo wl:u. Wo speak
sneeringly of tho man who stuffs tho
woodtick and paints tho gaudy wings of
tho squash bug that we niuy know how
often sho orates.
Year after year tho entomologist
treads tho same woary road with his
bait-box tied to his waist, wooing to his
laboratory tho army worm and tho
larva) in ordor that wo, poor
particles on tho surface of tho great
ea.'l!:, may know how theso minuto
creatures rise, flourish and decay.'
Then tho public printer throws in his
en:?, rubs his finger and thumb over a
'ump of alum, takes a chow of tobacco
mid puts in typo thoso words of wisdom
from tho lips of gray-boarded savants,
ti.at knowledge may bo Bcattorod over
tho broad republic. Patiently ho goes
on with tho click of typo, anon in an
absorbed way, while wo, gay, thoughtless
mortals wear out tho long summer
day at a with deft ilngors
selecting tho largo red ant from our cold
THE BIGGEST LIAR ON LONG
Now York World.
Ho got on tho front platform of a car
going to tho cemotory. Under his
left arm ho held a paper box of flowers,
and in his month was stuck a nickel-plated
pipe, from which, over and anon,
fumes of tobacco smoko stole in through
tho open door, gyrating undor tho noso
of a passenger in black, causing him to
beat the air with his hand, as if driving
off Jersey mosquitoes.
The conductor, after treading on a
policeman's corn and tripping over
wreaths,reached tho front platform.
"Say, you thero I Put that pipe out,
or I'll atoyo!"
The man struck tho bowl of tho pipo
against tho dash-board, sending tho
sparks over tho hands of tho driver.
".Conductor, you oughtn't talk to a
man like that when he's buried in sorrow.
No, sir, you oughtn't"; and ho
came into tho car and crowded himself
in a seat between a man
and a thin woman.
"I'm going to tho cemetery with these
flowers," ho remarked to tho middle-aged
man. "I havo threo wives out
thero; every year 1 make this journey.
Tin's rose I raised in the that
Rebecca used to tiro around when she
was hero on earth, poor soul. She was
as good a woman as ever wore a corset.
Very fond of flowers, too. Co 4 mo
moro for her bonnets than tho other
two put together. Sho just woio a
hangm' garden of Babylon on every
bonnet she wore, Rebecca did. This
llowor thoy call a cameler."
"A camellia," spoke the middle-aged
passenger, feeling that he ought to say
"It's for the grave of my third wife.
She read a book called 'CamiUe,' and
seen tho play lots of times. She
coughed herself into a consumption.
Her stronghold was in imitatin' the
heroine in all tho books she read.
Every day I'd come homo she'd havo a
new name for what she got out of a
novel. Sho could write poetry, but
I don't think that brung on tho consumption,
" Sho was your last ?"
"You bet I'm not in tho market any
more. Retired from the marrying business,
so to speak. She read all about
Blue Beard, and was terribly uneasy
about goin' before me," ho continued.
"Any flowers for tho grave of your
"She was a strong-minded woman,
talked about woman's sphere and all
that. Hated flowers bad. Why, sho
killed my first wife's canary, sold tho
second-hand organ I'd bought and
wouldn't havo a flower around her."
" Why aro you going to put flowers on
her grave now ?"
"Not for love. Not much. I never
could call my soul my own when sho
lived. I had to consult her about what
pants I should put on every mornin'."
"Still you will decorate hor grave?"
"I do it for spite. When sho lived I
didn't spite her. Oh. no, When I put
these flowers 011 her gravo I know it'll ''
make her furn in tier grave with anger, j
Not for love, just for spite." Tho man '
tucked up his. box under his arm and !
Tho conductor camo in and hung to
the strap a- ho said: "I suppose that
fellow that got out was doing some more
of his lyin'. I seen bimetal kin' to you.
He's the biggest liar on Long Island.
He's a sqrt of bum that works for a '
se'y man down hero. Although ho'srode
on this car a hundred times, ho always
studs tho passengers with different
"He told mo ho has threo wives
"Three grandmothers. The follow
never had but one wife, and sho left him
long ago. Them flowers belong to his
boss, tho nurrtery man."
"How ho could slander women as he
did," ejaculated tho thin lady passongor
as she wiped tho dust from hor brow
with a black-bordered silk
GULL AND rELICAN.
HOW THE I'ONDEUOUS, CLUMSY PELICAN
KNTKIITAINS ITS MOUB ENTEltPRISINU
John F. Coryell In Scientific American.
Tho pelican is a ponderous, clumsy
bird, with a body as largo as a swan's,
but with enormous wiugs which enable
it to lly with easo and power and almost
Avith graco. The head, which is almost
all bill, is not pretty, but, what is hotter,
it is eminently useful, for it combines
fish spear and lunch basket in ono. Tho :
upper part of the bill terminates in a
a hook which is fatal .to a fish, and tho
lower part is hung with an olastio pouch,
into which tho captured prey aro do- '
posited until desired for eating. j
As it has largo webbed feet and swims
well, it catches a groat many fish just
as tho ducks do; but it also has a very
pioturosquo way of capturing its finny
proy. It sails majestically over the ,
water at a considerable hoiglit above it, 1
glancing sharply about for victims in '
tuo transparent olomont bolow, until,
catching a glimpse of ono favorably
pined for capture, it 'launches itself J
sir I'gnt uownwaru, aim witn uiu projecting
and wings folded cleaves the air
like a bolt, transfixing tho llsh, and by
tho inpotus of its fall disappearing under
tho water, to return to the surface,
however, with all the buoyancy of a cork,
and with the quarry comfortably tucked
away for future reference.
Having labored oarnostly in this way
until its pouch is full, tho pelican seeks
a long low ledge of rocks, and thero in
company with his fellows takes up his
position in solemn earnestness to enjoy
the fruits of his toil. A skillfull toss of
the head shoots a fish from tho reservoir
into tho throat, and a gulp sonds it
on its way into tho stomach. A little
time for tho pleasurablo sensation of
digestion, and again the head is tossed.
And so tho came is playtfd with regularity
by tho wholo grotesque lino.
Tho long heads aro sometimes turned
nbout and rested on tho shoulders
pointing backward, or moro frequently
aro held pointing vertically downward.
Although a largo and clumsy creature
tho pelican is not necessarily stupid;
but by dint of frequent tossing of the
well-laden pouch it becomes at once
gorged and dull, and then is tho golden
opportunity of tho gull.
Ho impudently alights upon tho very
head of his victim, and waits patiently
until tho polican receives warning from
within that another llsh is wanted. Up
goes the bill, open gapes tho awful
mouth, out shoots a doomed llsh not
into tho ready throat, however, but into
tho waiting bill of tho gull, which has
adroitly twisted its head so that it can
see all that is oxposed of tho pelican's
internal economy, and has snatched the
morsel and llown with a wild scream ol
laughter to eat it at its leisure, if indeed
a gull ever had such a stato of being.
Tho polican is almost too stupid tc
know that it has boon robbed, but the
gull gives every evidence of enjoying
tho trick very littlo less than tho booty,
for its farewell shriek sounds derisive
enough for tho ovil ono himsolf
AN ALL-ABSORBING METROPOLIS.
New York Tribune.
Tho discussion in Tho Tribune of the
union of Now York and Brooklyn as'oue
great city recalled to an old citizen,
who has mado tho topography of .New
York a special study, tho fact that Now
York in its monstrously rapid development
had already swallowed up and absorbed
a scoro or moro of villages,
They wero so numerous ho could not
recall them nil. Greenwich, Blooming-dale,
Yorkvillo, Harlem, and other villages
on Manhattan island which are
now merely sectional parts of tho metropolis
were onoo incorporated villages
or towns under theso names. The act
incorporating a part of Westchester
county added a dozen or moro villager
at ono time. Brooklyn, too, now embraces
several towns which oncn separately
as "Williamsburg, Green-point,
Bedford, South Brooklyn or
Gowanus, and eventually its antliority
will bo extended to many others of the
suburban towns, such as Flatbush, Now
Lots, New Utrecht, Bath, East New
York, etc. But many of theso places
retain a sort of sectional if not separate
existence, as, for instance, Harlem and
Yorkvillo in New York, ami "Williamsburg.
Grecnpoint, and South Brooklyn
in Brooklyn. As far as their corporate
existence is concerned they belong to
tho two cities, but in matters of trade,
society, and, above all, local pride, they
have a distinct lifo and separate interests.
Some of them, as Harlem, Williamsburg
and South Brooklyn maintain
strictly local papers of their own,
which aro devoted almost exclusively to
tho local news and interests of their
,i xrt 'e'pl.vej"o .i rraxw.
Tho owners of tho private fish ponds
about tho city have been annoyed so
much lately by depredators that they
have planted dynamite cartridges along
tho bunks of the ponds. A string draw n
across tho grass connects with tho cartridge,
and whenever a foots strikes the
string the eailridgo explodes. Last
Saturday evening there was a colored
picnic noar Phifor's pond, and during
tho evening a crowd of the colored people
wont to tho pond to llsh, sit about
and ilir and eat their lunch. They assembled
on tho bank in 0I030 proximity
to ono of tho cartridges, and in tho
conrso of a fow minutes, while they
wero chatting away in blissful iguoraneo
of what was to come, ono ot the party
struck his foot against tho string. Instantly
there was a deafening report,
and tho air was tilled with Hying dirt,
weeds, grass, hats, shawls, pursois, provision
and lunoh baskets, and tho terrified
picnickers stampeded for tho
woods, i Tho cartridge was plan tod
about iifty feet from tho party, and none
of them wore hurt, but thoy could not
have been worso scared. Tho bank was
covered with abandoned hats, shawls,
and lunch baskets, and a holo ten feet
squaro was in tho ground at the spot
whoro tho cartridge exploded.
ml ue anXas jiea uties.
A Kontucky scribbler gusho3 as follows
about tho beauties of his stato:
"When the bona doa out of her
makes a Bluo Grass woman, she
takes caro never to fail. A soft, whito,
warm body, translucent with divine
light, and curving to tho lines of beauty
as naturally as tho tondrils of a vino, is
tho groundwork upon which nature
limns tho human angol. Eyes softly
bright, but luminously intouso; cheeks
liko tho damask l'oso, with buttercups
of dimplA, in whoso honoyed heart sly
Puck or Oberon might sleep; lips liko
ox heart chorries at tho conter, but
iloxilo as a smoko wreath, and fading
away into tho soft cheok liko tho heart's
blood of a strawberry into tho luciout
cream; a chin fairly fashioned as tin
goldon applo that blushing Paris gave
to Venus, who tromblod with dolight at
taking it; tho brow of Juno and tho
bust of Hobo ; tho sea nymph's ear, tho
wood nymph's springy stop thoso aro a
fow of tho charms that naturo gives tho
maidens of tho Bluo Grass."
SUCCESSFUL BOOK AGENTS.
MEN WHO MAKE $10,000 AND MOKE A
YEAH 11Y MEANS OF TUEIK PLEASING
"I havobeen told that there is a book
canvasser 'who has earned $25,000 a
year. Is that so?" a Sun reporter said
to Mr. Georgo Washington Davis, who
is in charge of tho canvassing department
of D. Apploton & Co.
"You may judgo for yourself," said
Mr. Davis, pulling out a memorandum
book. "This firm has paid $20,000 to Mr.
Samuel Collins since September last for
his personal services in canvassing for
ono book, 'Artistic Houses.'"
"Is not that an exceptional amount?"
"That is a large sum, but Mr. Collins
has been a book canvasser for fifteen
years, and has mado a handsome in
come. Ho hegan at tflU a week. Tho
book sells for $300 tho sot. Ono of our
agents made $2,000 in one month sell-Such
ing Appleton's Cyclopunlia men
think it a poor week when thoy do not
earn $100. Ono of our canvassers,
named Rust, earned $1,218 in ten
weeks soiling the Art Journal.'
Another earned $750 in a month selling
'Tho Gallery of British Art.' I could
give you tho name of of a woman who
hab earned $750 in ono week selling
our books. Thero is Mr. Fowko, who
has been forty years a book canvasser.
I should say he averages $10,000 a year
by his personal sales. Ho has "sold
many sets of tho cyclopaedia. Thero is
a lady who has just conio in who earns
$2,500 a year. I snpposo thero aro
fifty men in this country who aro earning
$100 a week as book agents.
Of course, these are not tho sort of
men that funny paragraphs aro written
about. They aro gentleman who aro
good conversationalists. People like to
hear them talk, and thoy know how to
talk to tho right people. They
rido in carriages, dress well, and loso no
time. They know thoroughly Avhat
thoy have to sell and how to "sell it.
Wo can depend upon them to sell a
"Could they take any kind of books
and earn such wages?"
"Probably not. Tho most money is
made in selling expensive books. Pub-'
lishing runs in that direction now.
This firm put $500,000 into tho
before thev got a cent back. They
put $200,000 into 'Picturesque America'
before they began to get their money
back. That sells for $21 a copy. If
wo depended on tho trado to sell it. wo
should havo to get $500 a copy to mako
it pay. Agents sell books that could
not be sold in any other way. People will
not go to stores to look for books, but
when they seo really good books offered
in the right way they will buy. The
best books aro now published!)' subscription."
"Do you find women or men tho best
"Men. Thero havo been some successful
women agents, but they do not
chow the sumo porse erauco as men."
"Do men often fail at it?"
"Oh, yes. I try 15.000 peoplo a year
who think thoy can bo good canvassers,
and I think I am lucky if 1'got ten good
canvassers out of the 3,0t)0. It is liko
any other business, and requires brains,
aptitude, and perseverance. Mere brass
and assurance will not do. A good book
agent must bo a pleasant person."
"How do you find them?"
"Thoy come to us. Tho most prolific
season for good canvassers is immediately
after a business panic. Men
who got out of business, and havo no
capital but brains, often begin as book'
agents, and get a start in lifo. Sometimes
thoy keep at tho canvassing
only until thoy get capital to begin
business again. Sometimes they keep
on for life. The demand for good book
agonts is brisk, and likely to increase."
DWXITY AND OUOPPED HEADS.
Now York Sim.
"Do many of your customers ask tc
have thoir heads cropped," a down-town
barber was asked.
"Woll, to toll tho truth, I havo not
ono much olso for a wool: but cut oil
people's hair," ho replied. "My customers
say to mo continually, 'I will
leave my hair with you, pleaso,' and J
havo kept on cutting until my arm
aches. Cropped heads pay well, too.
It takes but littlo timo to go over u
head, and thero is no oil or bay rum."
"You don't havo your own head
cropped, I seo."
. "No; I require that all my workmou
shall havo thoir heads cropped, but 1
hav"o to hold my own hair. Why? Did
you over know a man of dignity to weai
his hair cropped? No, sir; I havo to
sacriiico my convenience to my position
as tho head of this establishment."
W01TEXAXD THE MEDIO AL SOCIETY.
A circular was lately sent to ovorj
mombor of tho Massachusetts Medical
society asking him "Do you favor thf
admission of women to tho society ou
.tho same terms with mon?" Thero are
'1,813 members, and 1,132 replies wort
received, of which 709 wero afllrmativo,
100 uogativo, and 23 indifferent. It
curiously appears that tho number oi
doctors who would not object to consult
with tho women on account of thoii
box was rauoh larger than tho numboi
favoring hor membership of tho society,
namely, 831 out of tho 1,077 replies received.
Thero is nothing, thon tc
hinder any woman who presents hcrsoli
as candidate from gaining momborshir.
in this old society, provided thero is anj
adoquato representation at tho annual