Wise County Messenger. (Decatur, Tex.), No. 179, Ed. 1 Saturday, July 14, 1888 Page: 7 of 8
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and harvest without peril, and with
full granaries will come a peace and
prosperity such as the fathers never
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each proved an alibi and they were---
liberated. The next day, however, fortunate, for
the lower part of Vetard’s body was I dren.—Life.
Mac’s Great Improvement.
Mrs. Dorothea Rittenhouse McGinty
(to most intimate friend): “And you
haven’t seen Mr. McGinty since we
returned from our European wedding
tour? My dear, you wouldn’t know
him. I’ve improved him immensely,1
and I really think he’s quite a gentle*
man now.”—Harper's Bazar.
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fished out at the River Youne by a
bargee. It had been sawed off from
the upper portion in a horribly rough
manner. By degrees the hands, feet,
and smaller portions of the body came
to light A woman named Godefroy
now deposed to the police that she had
heard the sounds of a fearful struggle
ou the night that Vetard was missed
in the house of one Josephine Martin.
This Martin was arrested and stated it
that it was she who had written the
letters and signed them with the name
of an old mistress of Vetard, in order
to entice the old man to her place,
where he had a quarrel with a poach-1
er named Morand. She left her house,
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shriveled, his throat having been cut
and the blood left to arain out of the
body. Morand and Vacher, an inn-
keeper, were busily engaged with saws
and carving-knives, and they were sup-
plied with refreshments as they dis-
sected the body by their female com-
panion.
Pa Kis, May 18—The woman
Josephine Martin. in whose room the
watchmaker Vetard was murdered and
then hacked to pieces, deposed that
when she invited Vetard to her house,
at the instigation of the poacher Mor-
and, she thought the latter only intend-
ed to play some pranks with the watch-
maker; nevertheless, as the judge re-
minded her, she had told Morand that
he could find a saw in her room. It
was true that the day after the murder
she was at a rustic ball and enjoyed
herself as if nothing had happened. The
crime was committed in her absence.
The witness then described the dissec-
tion with horrible cynicism. She said
that Morand and Vacher, the innkeep-
er, after having sawed off portions of
the body tried to break off others.
Vacher put the lower part of the
corpse on his knees and snapped off a
leg just as if be were breaking a piece
of” tire-wood. She had received she
admitted £4 out of the plunder. Mor-
and, the poacher. was next heard. He
is a forbidding-looking person, with a
low, retreating forehead and cavern-
ous eves. He denied everything and
said that Josephine Martin had been
instigated to denounce him by one of
the "law officials. Vacher, the inn-
keeper, who looked a veritable village
boniface, defended himself by similar
denials; but Martin steadfastly repeat-
ed her charges and added moreover,
that, when Vacher broke Vetard’s leg
a stocking remained in his hand and he
cooly put it back on the foot. The
case is still on trial. s
upon the spoor of five ele-
A Stroke of Lack.
Landlady (of fashionable boarding-
house to applicant): "Have you chil-
ing. I love to plan and prepare
Wild Western Lingo.
Mrs. DeShoddy (of New York):
"Who’s them folks What calls their
luggage “baggage?” Mr. DeShoddy:
They haint no ’count; some o’ these
wild westerners, I fancy. I heard
’em call a lift an “elevator* "—Omahd
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but on her return she wasterror-strick- says.
en bv what she saw. The dead body The windows of the rooms into which
of Vetard was stretched on a table in ! she may go always look into> a court,
the middle of the room. The face and yard, not a public street.but fo.a,
flesh of the victim were pale and that they are carefully covered with.a
dren, madam?” Applicant: “No; I
had a little boy but he died last sum-
mer.” Landlady: “You are very
we never tae chil-
the outside world. The only amuse-
ment she is allowed to indulge in is S
weekly visit to the cemetery, where
she is supposed to go to mourn for the
dead. ilis mourning, I must confess,
is performed in a manner peculiar to
the country. On Fridays, all men hav
ing ladies, drive them, closely veiled.'
to the cemetery. Once inside the gates
they throw aside their veils and, seats
ing themselves upon the tombstones,
prepare to make a day of it. They also
go with a substantial luncheon. and
they spend the whole day laughing;
chatting and gossiping with their fellow
mourners.
At sunset they resume their veilsi
mount into their carriages and are
driven back to their homes, which thex
will not quit until the following Friday:
The most painful part of the fate ol
these women is that, although they
may fulfill every duty of their positio
with the most perfect exactitude, and
may even love their husbands tenderly,
the law allows them to have no legal
claim upon them. At any time of the
day or night, if a man be wearied 91
his wife or for any reason desirous of
being rid of her, he has only to lead
her to the door, and by pronouncing
the simple words “you are divorced,
he is free from her torexvc.—All Jhl
Year Round.
wounded and would show good fight
for liberty.
After creeping about fifteen yards
Burns pointed to the bush the leopard
had gone to, and there I saw the old
fellow lying down, evidently in great
pain. He would keep getting up and
lying down, all the time licking his
side, where no doubt the wounds were.
This time we decided to have a good
broadside at him, so we crept to the
left, taking care not to let the animal
see us. When we got between fifty
and one hundred yards from him we
had a good view, and watched bis an-
tics for a few minutes. Then, level-
ing our rifles, we both fired together.
The leopard sprang up, leaped about
twelve feet, and rolled clean over on
his side. I was about to make a run
up to him, when old Burns dragged me
back, and lucky tor me he did. for just
then up jumped the leopard and cut
some of the queerest capers I ever saw.
We afterward found out that one of
the bullets had gone clean through the
Training Chinese Warriors.
It seems that China is fired with am-
bition to figure as a big fighting coun-
try, and intends to be strong enough
to keep back Russia. Interesting da-
tails are furnished of work that is
going on in the Chinese army. The
most interesting fact in the vast reoga
gauization of his celestial majesty s
troops, is the refashioning of the army
of Manchura, just undertaken. There
are 300,000 soldiers in the district, one-
third of them with breechloaders and
the rest with bow and arrows, lances
and a sprinkling of old-fashioned fire-
arms. There does not seem to be any
great incentive to ambition among the
rank and file at the shooting matches.
Bad shots are punished with the stick
and the best marksmen are rewarded
with square silver medals, no great
honor, however, as the dog of the com-
mander-in-chiei wears one of these
medals. Also the examination of of-
ficers seems in a certain way more
sensible for purely fighting purposes
than that to which candidates for rank
in the army are submitted in more
civilized countries, fencing with one
sword and two swords and all sorts of
bodily exercises are the sole tests for
Chinese officers, as their chief work is
following and clearing out banditti.
This provides the troops with the best
possible leaders.
The almond-eyed emperor, who owns
all this army, and who has just taken
the management of his 400,000,000
subjects into his own hands, ought
according to recently published details,
be able to take care of them. He cer-
tainly was not neglected in his youths
Ever since he was born he has had 8
nurses. 30 physicians and surgeons, 8
gastronomical directors, 10 umbrella
holders, 27 inferior cooks, besides I
great dignitary of a chief cook, 75
astrologers, 60 priests and a whole
population of waiters and messengers.
A very interesting fact is that his physi-
cal and moral condition are reported
satisfactory in spite of the attention
they have received.
Not Up.
The rhetoric of Aunt Keziah was pe-
culiar. She said: “We are going to
carpet the oils of our church and pay
for it bv superscription.”
Uncle Jabez was very literal. I re-
peated an anecdote to him where a
member rose and said: “Mr. Speaker,
that will do better in thorio than in
practice.” “I guess you moan theory,
don’t you, now?” said he.
These instances somehow remind
the Listener of the case of a bright
young lady who was asked the other
day—
“Are you learned in botany, Miss
C---?”
“Botany?” she exclaimed. “Mercy!
I don’t know a cryptogram from a
poly carp!"—Boston Transcript.
Being chewed Up” by a Wounded
Brute.
About the closest shave I ever had
with my life during my hunting trips
wee with a leopard, says a writer in
the American Field, and I never wish
to be in the same situation again. It
was while hunting across the Zambese-
There were Burns, George Holmes,
and I, with about thirty Kaffirs in the
party. We had been searching about
for two days without finding any
spoor of elephants, when all at once
about the middle of the third day
Fresh-Laid Eggs the
Round.
Just to be • English.”
The clergy, and especially the Epis-
copal clergy, who are bound by strong
ecclesiastical traditions to England,
show this interest in things English in
their speech and dress. Many of them
have adopted the remarkably broad
sound of the letter “a” that is supposed
to be so “awfullly English.” They are
very careful to give the open sound to
the letter “u” in such words as “tune”
and “Tuesday.’ Indeed I have recent-
ly heard an Episcopal clergyman go so
far as to give these words the pro-
nunciation of "chune"‘ and “Chuesday”
—which to an American ear is simply
atrocious. And I know a delightful
little Ritualistic prist, whose whole aim
in life is to be Anglican when he is not
Roman, and who defines the Trinity to
his people as “‘three Parsons and one
God.” Moreover, in the Episcopal
church it is getting so that the clergv;
man who says “A-men" and “either”
and “neither” is a marked man. He
may possibly succeed in getting a par-
ish which is not up in religious sthe-
tics but if he wants to be in the eccle-
siastical swim he must say “Ah-men”
and “i-ther” and “ni-ther.”—Few
York Tribune.
while going through the wood that a
large leopard sprang up in front of us
and made off in another direction.
Burns, who was in the lead, made a
shot at him, but scored a clean miss
on account of his horse rearing to one
side. I noticed the brute made for a
bush to the right of us, so Burns and
I started after him on foot, leaving
George to look after the horses. We
thought the rest would do them good
before hunting the elephants. The
bush that the leopard made for was
about one hundred yards from us, but
when we reached it the leopard had
vanished. We hunted around for a
minute or so, when up jumped the
Algerian Women’s Lives.
The lives the women lead in Algiers,
particularly if they areking and
pretty, are simplyadR 4 When
14 an Algerikk _ geied-
or rather sold, for TogMy more
than a money transaction—to a man
whom she has probably never seeD
but who from that moment possesses
absolute authority over her. If she be-
longs to the higher classes she is usually
restricted,even in her husband’s house,
to one or two rooms. “If she were
allowed to wander up and down stain
she might meet a man,” the husband
me in the least. All I’ll have to do
will be to lay another plate. I have
everything all ready and will only have
to speak to our girl and tell her there
is to be one extra,”
And when she spoke to the girl she
said: -
"Run around to the baker’s and get
a dozen fresh roils, a pound of assorted
cake, and some lady-fingers. And
stop at the grocer’s and get some can-
ned beef; and get some cold boiled
tongue at the delicatessen store, and
a jar of raspberry preserves and some
tarts. I guess that’ll be all we want
but the tea—and you can make that.”
— Tid-Bits.
A Needed Killing-
Faithful farmer has got a big job of
snake killing ahead of him, but he is
wading right in among them with his
usual courage and vim.
There is one thing very certain. Mr.
Farmer can not expect to harvest half a
crop when his grain is infested witn a
large and complete assortment of rat-
tle snakes, bull snakes, blue racers,
blow snakes. hoop snakes and ring
tailed roarers.
All these ferocious reptiles are the
special pets of the branded mono-
polies. as will be seen by their brands.
The “dear money.” Trust, Railway
and High Tariff Snake Charmers have
turned them loose on the acres of the
American farmer, in order to terrorize
and intimidate him that he will supine-
lv allow two thirds of his crop to be
stolen in order to be permitted to have
the use of the remaining third in peace
and safety.
Mr. Farmer has submitted to gross
outrage and imposition in order to have
a quiet life.
But now he finds that it is all in
vain, and that more he stands, the more
is put upon him.
He has put on his battle uniform,
and is becomimgly decorated with the
Farmers’ alliance sash.and the stream-
ers of the grange and agricultural
wheel.
He is cutting and cradling the mon-
opoly snakes in a very effective man-
ner.
If he keeps on in his present deter-
mined manner, the whole viperous
brood will soon make tracks for the
“•home den” of monopoly.
In which case, all the neighbors can
gather for a jubilee, and have a pleas-
ant and profitable time burning out
and destroying the entire reptile col-
on v.
Then through all coming time his
thankful decendants will sow and reap
gone quite a distance; but all along
the spoor were spots of blood, caused
no doubt by the bullets he had received
when we both tired together. All at
once Burns raised his gun and tired at
a bush about fifty yards in front of us.
and in another moment I saw the leo-
pard creeping to another bush a short
distance ahead. Burns had seen the
animal through the bush, but the bul-
lets must have hit some branch or
other, for the leopard did not seem to
notice anything except being surprised
by the report from the gun. Burns
now whispered to go cautiously, as the
brute was very savage now that it was
ball of his left eye, and this no doubt
caused him to act in the way he did.
Blood was pouring from his left side
and we could see he was nearly gone.
But had he seen either of us there is no
doubt he would have made a terrible
rush, and at the time when a leopard
is mortally wounded, although it may
live for a time, it is then it the most
savage, and will generally spring at
anything it sees. Knowing this. Burns
let him have another shot in the side,
at which he made a leap in the air and
came down all in a heap,dead. I have
shot a number of Jeopards but never
knew one to hold out as long as this
one did. The bushes were in his fav-
or, and it is a wonder to me he did not
escape altogether.
A Tartar Breakfast.
I went into one of the stone-built re-
ceses where several of our Tartars
were crouching around a small grass-
root fire, and was considerably edlied
by watching their morning repast To
begin with, a very dirty copper vessel
was put on the fire and filled with
some green weed like nettles, barley,
flour and water. While one of the
men stirred this pottage round and
round with a wooden ladle another
produced some raw meat—a bit of the
dong I had shot. This he proceeded
to tear up into small strips and throw
them on the fire, every now and then
popping a raw lump into his mouth
and masticating it with the greatest ap-
parent gusto. Even the bits on the
fire were quickly disposed of after be-
ing merely singed. As soon as the
pottage was considered ready it was
ladled out into little wooden cups, like
the whisky "quaighs” of the Highlands,
minus the handles, which each man
produced from inside the breast
of his dirty wollen coat, and
gulped up from them with a
prodigious amount of noise. After be-
ing replenished again and again until
the pot was emptied, the cups were
carefully licked clean and redeposited
from whence they had been taken.
Another course of flesh was about to
be partaken of after the manner of the
first, but a regard for my own appetite
for breakfast prevented my waiting to
see it discussed. These hardy Tartars
are quite independent of any other
dishes beyond their little wodon bowls.
In these they mix their sutto (meal
made from barley) with a little water
and salt, and make an expeditious re-
past of it whenever they feel hungry.
Indeed, this kind of uncooked porridge
seems to be their staple food.—Black-
wood's Magazine.
Maade Hilly a girl who cares very
much for style?” Mamie: “Style? I
should think so. Why, they say the
affected thing eats her meals off a
fashion plate!"— Few haven Hews.
We had quite a long walk back to
the horses, but reached them quite safe
and took up the spoor of the elephants
again, returning the next evening after
killing two of the finest bulls. My arm
and side remained stiff for several
days, but I consider I got off pretty
lucky and cheap at that, with the claw-
ed finger thrown into the bargain.
leopard about tweuty yards from us.
We both fired together and the brute
made a leap as if hard hit. and sprang
behind a bush to the left We were
both creeping on toward the bush.
Burns was about six yards to the right
of me, when all at once he cried out:
“Look out kid!” But before I had
time to look or do anything the leopard
sprang at me and floored me like ten
pins, knocking my rifle from my hand
at the same time. He sprung at me
from the left side, so in that way my
right arm was free. How I got oil as
lucky as I did I can not tell; but as
luck would have it, my knife was on
the right side of my belt. Drawing it,
I let the savage brute have its point
clean in its snout, just as he was in the
act of grabbing at my throat I sup-
pose the sting was more than he had
anticipated, and gave him time to
think. Lucky for me he did, for just
then Burns, who had fixed his bayonet,
came to my assistance. The brute
seeing another pointer coming toward
him, thought it best to clear out which
he did pretty quickly; in fact, before
Burns could get a dig at him he had
disappeared into the bush.
The whole affair had been so sudden
that I hardly knew where I was until
old Burns said:
“Are you hurt kid?”
Then I jumped up prett yquickly and
felt all over me to find out if any bones
were broken, blessing the leopard and
his race at the same time. My left arm
« was stunned from the elbow, and I did
y not know but what the left side of my
I person had gone for a walk, it was so
A numbed. Anyhow, I soon felt all right
again, and with the exception of a
lump of skin hanging from my first
finger on the left hand. done by the
brute’s claw, no other damage had oc-
curred. I took a piece of linen and
bound the finger un with the lump of
skin in its place, and the whole affair
grew together again; but the mark I
shall carry to my dying day.
It has been a motto of mine never to
forgive an enemy, and I certainly con-
sidered this leopard one, so I made up
my mind to have his skin if I had to
have the skin of all my fingers clawed
off. This I told Burns, and he said:
“That’s right, kid; revenge is sweet
That’s my motto.”
So off we started to hunt the leopard
again. This time he seemed to have
ual B
th.
A French Horror.
The trial of two men and three wo-
men who are accused of having mur-
dered in the most cold-blooded manner
a watchmaker named Vetard, and then
of having cut his body into pieces, be-
gan to-day at Auxerre, says a corre-
spondent to the Chicago Times-. Vetard
was an elderly village roue who lived
in Joigny. He was seperated from his
wife and associated with the lowest
company in town. He was suddenly
missed one day from his house and
shop, and the neighbors, suspecting
that something was wrong, went to his
residence and found that his place had
been pillaged. The alarm was given
and a disreputable woman of the local-
ity, a letter from whom was found
in one of Vetard’s desks giving
him a trysting place for the night, was
arrested." Two men and another wo-
man were also taken into custody, but
An Average Cook.
“ How do you like housekeeping, my
dear?” inquired Mrs. Matron of Mrs.
Newlywed.
“Oh, it’s just lovely! Charley thinks
it’s delightful! It’s such a pleasant
change, he says, fiom boarding-house
fare, and be just raves over my cook-1
“A new process of preserving eggs
has been discovered,” said a grocer to
a reporter, “and it is going to have an
important effect onthe trade.” 1 he
speaker then opened an egg that look-
ed fresh without and within, and ex-
plained that it had been laid months
before and subjected to the new treat-
ment invented by a resident of Copen-
hagen. The process consists in sub-
jecting the egg to a carbonic acid bath.
They are kept in a hermetically sealed
tank that is filled with carbonic acid,
and not taken out until they are placed
on the market The eggs subjected
to this treatment show a sharply-de-
fined yolk and an unchanged white.
Eggs preserved by a coating of lime do
not maintain this condition. Carbonic
acid tanks can be made especially for
shipment and eggs thus preserved can
be sent on long voyages.
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