Denison Daily News. (Denison, Tex.), Vol. 3, No. 158, Ed. 1 Sunday, August 29, 1875 Page: 6 of 8
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M REWARD.
There was at that instant a fearful
»t jt. w. nenihfiilhfer.
*or Lore I labored ail th« day,
I thought, Lore’s gnerdon shall be sweet.
At eventide, with weary limb,
I brought my labors to the spot
Where Lera bad bid me come to him;
Thither I came, but found him not.
Star he with idle lblk had go*
To dance the houra of night
And I that toiled was left aloi
.one
And I that toiled was left alone. ’
Too weary now to dance or play.
—September Atlantic.
TEE DYING SAINT.
BY J. W. »K FORE8T.
**' Kennst du das Land wo die Citronen bluhn?”
—Goethe.
Knowest thou the land whence no mortal re-
turned,
Beyond the dark portal, beyond the great
sea,
Where judgment arraigneth, where punish-
ment burneth,
Where Armaments wither and Hell bends
the knee?
Knowest thou its terror?
I know it, I know;
Thither, my Redeemer, with thee dare I go.
Knowest thou the land where the anthems
are thunder,
Where saintly harps peal, angel trumpets
are blown,
Where the starry crowns bow, the seraphim
wonder,
And the Infinite shines ou his terrible
throne?
Seest thou its splendor?
I see it, I see;
With thee, Intercessor, there could 1 be.
Knowest thou the land where abounded
Life’s river,
Where the weary find; rest, the just are
secure,
Where joy smiles immortal and praise sings
forever,
Where all knowledge is holy, all being is
pure?
Loves: thou its pureness?
I love it. I love;
Oh! there, Divine Brother, with thee would
I rove!
— The Independent.
THE DEMOS BAT.
Thrilling Legend of the Base Ball
Arena.
Our town had the base-ball fever.
So had I.
Of course we had a nine. Not a pro-
fessional nine—we had not come to that
yet; but an amateur nine that used to
visit the neighboring towns and villages
on Saturdays, and there engage in play
with an equal number of maniacs simi-
larly affected, beating and being beaten.
The members of the Excelsior Club—
all amateur clubs are called either
“Excelsiors" or “Unions”—were
proud of their record, proud of their
uniform, proud of their village, and
their village was proud of them, in-
deed, 1 diink that when one of our num-
ber had put oh his white lhmnels and
colored stockings and star-bedecked
cap, and had slung a hat carelessly over
his shoulder, what with the admiring
glances of the women and the audible
enthusiasm of the awe-smitten small-
littie clock on tne mantel-piece tinkled
twelve. At that moment I heard a voice
saving “Excuse me" and felt a hand
laid lightly on ray shhulder. Looking
round I saw a stranger.
He was a quiet, elderly man, grave
of aspect, soberly dressed in black. I
noticed that ho had two club feet, but
gave this no more than momentary at-
tention. He had a long paper-covered
parcel in his hand.
“Excuse me,” he repeated, “I
knocked twice, but you must have been
deep in thought; possibly, too, that
last peal of thunder drowned my tap. ”
I was too much surprised at his sud-
den appearance to speak for a moment,
and he continued:
“Thinking that probably you might
want something in my line I "have ven-
tured to call on my way through your
town." So saying, lie removed the
wrappings from the parcel in his hand,
and disclosed to my view a Bat.
“There,” he said, with enthusiasm,
“there, sir, is my patent H. It. Bat,
warranted to fit any hand and hit any
ball anywhere you want to place it,
makes any thing you want from an earn-
ed base to a clean home run, never
jives a chance, and never was known to
lit a foul. Feel it. Light as a feather
in the hand, hut heavy as lead when it
strikes. Observe the perfection of the
poise, the exquisite finish, the grace of
the curves and lines. That’sabat, sir,
that an enthusiast might give his sou
for.”
I felt it and poised it. It was in ap-
pearance all that he claimed it to be.
“It looks like an excellent one,”
said; “what’s the price?”
‘ ‘I don’t sell it,” he answered.
fngly when it was debated where
should be stationed.
or a game
no other sport, except perhaps an exe-
cution . It becomes a relief to hear the
first click of the bat on the ball; with
the first rash of the fielder the spell is
broken.
‘ ‘Low ball,” called the umpire. A
couple of deliveries—then came the
warning cry, “ One strike!” (all the
emphasis on the ‘ ‘one”), then a vicious
blow, and the batsman started to run,
but trotted back leisurely at the call oi1
“Foul!” and third base as leisurely
trotted after the ball. Then came an-
other couple of deliveries. The bat
flashed. There was a slight “click!”
The left fielder ran forward like
hound, and seizing the ball as it was
bounding toward him, hurled it to first
baso. There was a dull thud as the
baseman received it and held it over his
head; then the monotonous voice of the
umpire, “Not out.” The first striker
lmd made his base. Two more followed,
and the liases were full.
“Now, then,”—why do people say
“Now, then”—called the captain as the
fourth batsman strode to the plate,
“play deep out there,” and in obedi-
ence to the order we of the outer field
retired still further out. The first hall
that the player received suited him and
lie drove it sharply to center. The
white sphere, perfectly hissing with
its speed, passed about ten feet over the
second baseman’s head and came
straight at me.
I heard flic cheers of the crowd; 1
saw the runners flying between the
MS
lan (|MO) tor bla abductor or abductor*, i
"mine host” of tut Eureka Hotel, informed
reporter yesterday that the amount would
robed to $500.
llkin.7
*our
be
A Tear Age and Now.
bases; I saw our captain fling his cap
“Then,” said I, “why did you bring
■ if you didn’t wish to sell it?”
it to me
“It isn’t for sale,” continued my
guest, “but l don’t mind lending to
you for a year and a day. You see
want to introduce the article, and-
“But,” I made answer, “if that is
boys, the heart that throbbed under
the big E on his breast, throbbed so
proudly that he would not have ex-
changed his position—say at second
base—for that of Chief Marshal of the
Fourth of July procession or Alderman
—and any one who has ever lived in a
country town knows what that means.
I say “of ournumber” because 1 was
a member of the club, at times of the
nine—an unworthy member, though
never a brilliant player, and at all criti-
cal stages of close games a nervous one.
If I were playing a base l was sure to
muff a ball at the wrong moment; if
fielding my performance was hailed
by a derisive roar of “butter-fingers,
and on the score-sheet my record gen-
erally looked, like this:
EXCELSIOK.
io. it. n. r. p. a. e.
Names I—! — j — i — i —! — —
smitliers..................Jo 0 1 0 ii j 0 i 0 ! 0
At home 1 never was trusted to play,
but often better players could not afford
the time or money to visit other places,
and so 1, who had both leisure and
funds, was frequently enabled to grati-
fy the darling ambition of all the young
men of Wapanseh, and figure in the
niner
The Fourth of July had almost been
reached, and we were engaged to play
a match at the town of Somerville, some
hundred and twenty miles away. Som-
erville boasted its club, of course, for
there is not a town or village in the
country that has not its base-ball club
and literary society. It was a famous
club, and players spoke almost with
awe of its members
your object, why not select a good and
well-known player P”
“Because,”lie said, in reply, “if
did so the player would receive much of
the credit due to the bat. I take it that
you are not a brilliant player. Now, if
you, by using my bat, arc at once trans-
formed into a famous player, what more
convincing testimonial could lie de-
sired?”
“True, true,” I responded.
“Very well, then,” said he; “just
sign this receipt,” and he pushed me
over a paper that I signed without look-
ing at.
“I guess that I’ve dipped my pen into
the red ink by mistake,” said I.
“Never mind, never mind,” said he;
‘ ‘ that’ll do. Would you oblige me with
the time—my eyes are not as good as
they used to be?”
I arose and weut to the clock. When
I turned round there was no one in the
room. My strange visitor had vanished
as suddenly as he had entered.
“Devilish odd,” I soliloquized,
“devilish odd.” That bat was there,
however, and once or twice when 1
woke in the night I saw it gleam in the
flashes of lightning.
to the ground, and knew by instinct that
he had bitten his lip and muttered,
“Just our luck, to hit to that fmuffer,
with tlie bases full.” All these things
come to one’s eyes and ears at such a
time without his knowing that he sees
or hears them. Then 1 started to run
forward, though I knew I was fully
twenty feet too far out to reach the ball
ere it touched the ground.
I ran desperately, and at the critical
moment sprang forward. The distance
no mortal could have covered at one
They lingered at the gate until he
could finish that last remark, and shh
toyed with her fan, while her eyes were
looking down from beneath a jaunty
hat, that only partially shaded her face
from the light of the silvery moon.
He stood gracefully on the outside,
AJUmd*
‘ i. SHUKtS TIUSEBt.^'
•Sir emu
Chronicle.]
i the scene
Me tragedies that
hfis occurred in this State for a number
of years. At about 6:30 o’clock qn the
evening in question a woman of medium
height and full figure was observed pass-
ing over the Harrisburgh bridge, a short
distance from the city proper. She was
accompanied by three Children, two of
y [From I
Beading
of onfl of the i
with one hand resting on the gate-post
"gible nie-
leap, but 1 felt myself borne forward
irresistibly by an unknown force, and
There
in.
,, who had graduated
into professional nines and were win-
ning- and selling—historic games daily
in sight of all men. And had it not
been recorded even in the World that
once the Actives, of Somerville, had de-
feated tin; mighty Mutugls by three to
two? W\ had often played with this
club, but never defeated it, though
once or twice victory had barely eluded
our grasp at the supreme moment—
thanks to me, whom tne irate Excelsiors
would certainly have lynched had not
their disgust been too excessive for deeds
as well as words.
The eve of the great match had ar-
rived, and I was sitting gloomily in my
bed-room. The door was locked, for
it was nearly midnight, and I was about
o retire. A heavy thunder-storm, with
fitful flashes of rain, was raging with-
out. I was meditating, I need hardly
say, of next day’s game. “Just my
hick, of course,” I said, half-aloud;
44the biggest match we ever played in,
and I have no chance of playing. But,”
l continued, bitterly, “what difference
does that make, after all? If I played,
f. should only play badly. Upon my
word, I think I’d give my soul to be a
arack player just for one year. ”
I awoke early on the morning of the
fateful Fourth, and at first thought the
odd events of the night only a dream.
The bat, however, stood where I had
left it over night. Taking it and my
traveling-bag, 1 started for the train.
“Hullo!” said I, as 1 tried the door,
“the door’s locked. IIow diil my
friend get in last night? Perhaps,
though, 1 locked the door after he went
out. That must have been it.” A few
minutes later L was on the train with
my companions and we were flying to-
wards Somerville
The new bat came in for notice and
favorable comment. Of course, I told
them nothing of how I came by it.
“Good bat that,” said Thompson, our
short-stop, “goodhat; now, Smitliers,
just you get a player to match,” and at
this small wit they all laughed. “Sor-
ry you won’t have a chance to use it,”
said Morton, our captain and catcher.
(As usual, I was only a substitute, the
spare man, kept in case of accidents.)
It was nearly 2 o’clock when the cars
glided into Somerville. Just as we were
stepping from the platform some one
behind pressed too closely upon Thomp-
son, and he fell forward heavily, try-
ing to break his fall with his hands. A
cry of pain broke from him ns we pick-
ed him up; he had sprained his wrist.
“This is pleasant,” said Morton.
“Well, Smitliers, it lets you in, and
you’ll have a chance of using the new
bat after all.”
It was a little after 3 o’clock when the
game opened, the Actives at the bat. It
was a lovely Midsummer day. I can
see the whole picture, bright and life-
sonic, even now; the long level field in-
tensely green, lined thickly at one end
with gazers; the groups seated dispers-
cdly here and there upon the grass; the
boys seated on the fences; the people
standing up on the carts and wagons; a
brass hand, horribly out of tune, bray-
ing “Hail, Columbia;” a refreshment
tent with a long queue of people press-
ing ii]i to a sloppy counter made of a
board on two beer-kegs; behind, all the
white town, over which streamed flags
innumerable; before a stretch of smil-
ing champaign with here and there a
tall tree whose branches streamed
gracefully before the wind.
Dead silence as the first of the Ac-
tives stepped to the plate. You could
hear the strident “crick-crick” of a
something fell into my hand
was a moment’s silence; then came a
roar from the crowd, followed by an
electric clapping of hands; then a cry
of 1 ‘ Back! hack! ” as the runners rushed
to retrace their steps; another yell
(from our captain this time), “Put her
to second!” and 1 threw the ball to the
baseman. On it went like a rifle-shot,
breast high, and straight. 1 saw him
turn and fling it with unerring aim to
first. Then came the monotonous voice
of the umpire: “Side out,” and our
men went trooping in, turning somer-
saults and walking on their hands in
elation.
That was a lucky fluke of yours,
that triple play,” said the captain, con-
solingly.
v.
It was the latter half of the second
inning, and no runs scored on either
side, when 1 grasped my hat at the
warning cry: “Holmes to" hat; Smith-
ers on dock. ” In a few seconds Holmes
was out, and I faced the pitcher.
I grasped the magic bat tightly, and
as I did so 1 seemed to feel an electric
thrill run through my frame. The hat
quivered as if instinct with life, and 1
could have sworn that 1 felt a pair of
warm hands clasping the handle be-
tween my own. So strong was tho im-
pression that 1 actually looked down to
see if such were not the case.
The hail flew towards me. 1 felt im-
pelled to strike, and without hesitation,
without calculation, struck madly at it,
and there came another roar, another
electric clapping of hands, and I saw
the ball, a tiny blot on the blue sky,
cleaving the air one hundred feet above
tlie head of left-fiehl. I ran like a
startled deer, one base, two, three,
clean home run, and panting sank down
on the grass fully ten seconds ere the
ball was sent in. I had made my first
base-hit, and it was a home run!
“Guess you’ve been saving up your
base-hits for the last three years,” re-
marked our captain.
VI.
I need not dwell in detail upon the
rest of this history. On that day, as
was generally remarked, 1 pfayed
“like the devil,” and the banner of
Somerville went down in the gloom of
whitewash. (That sentence is some-
what Whitmanian, but let it stand.)
An honored member of the first nine,
wherever the Excelsiors went 1 went,
and with me went victory. Base-hits
and home-runs poured prodigally from
my hat. What 1 wished it to do, that
it did. The fame of the Wahpanseh
Excelsiors became more than local;
professional nines came from afar to
battle with u<, and retired worsted.
My portrait (with a heavy black mus-
tache) was in the Clipper. 1 was offer-
ed for six months’ recreation such a
salary as few ministers of the Gospel,
teachers, or editors can hope to receive.
One thing, however, puzzles me: Who
was my mysterious visitor, and will lie
reappear claim his gift ?
and the other tracing unintelligible
roglyphics on the p;U1eIs, They were
looking very sentimental, and neither
spoke for some minutes, until she broke
silence in a sweet, musical voice:
“And you will always think as you
do now, GeorgeP”
“Ever, dearest; your image is im-
pressed upon my heart so indelibly that
nothing can ever efface it. Tell me,
Julia, loveliest of your sex, that I have
a right to wear it there.”
“Oh, you men are so deceitful,” she
answered coquettishly.
“True, Julia, men are deceitful,”
he said, drawing a little nearer to her
and insinuating himself inside the gate,
‘ ‘ hut who, darling, could deceive you ?”
“And if I were to die, George,
wouldn’t you find some one else you
could love as well?”
“Never, never. No woman could
ever fill your placo in my heart.”
“Oh, quit now! That ain’t right,”
she murmured, as she made a feint to
remove his arm from around her waist.
‘ ‘Let me hold yen to my heart,” he
whispered passionately, “until you
lave consented to he mine,” and he
drew her nearer to him and held her
tightly until lie obtained the coveted
boon.
it seemed but yesterday since our
weary footsteps interrupted that touch-
ing little scene, but when we passed
near the same locality at an early hour
yesterday morning, ere the moon and
stars had paled, and heard a gentle
voice exclaim:
“No, sir; you’ve stayed out this
long, and you may just as well make a
night of it. I'll teach you to stay at
the lodge until 3 o’clock in the morn-
ing, and then come fooling around my
door to worry me and wake the baby.
Now take that and sleep on it.”
It seemed but yesterday, that little
scene at the gate, but when we accident-
ally became a witness to this latter
scene, we remember it had been
longer.—Vicksburg Herald.
them girls, aged nine and six years, and
the other a boy of throe.
A Bouquet for the Table.
Did vou ever make a bouquet in a sau-
cer? L think it is the prettiest way of
all. I fill the saucer two thirds full
with water, and place some large flow-
er, like a lily, in the center, ora little
to one side, as fancy may suggest.
Then ] arrange a fringe of line, feath-
ery sprigs around the rim, and fill
up the interstices with small flowers.
The result is charming. And flowers
arranged in this way will, with me, re-
main fresh longer than if arranged in a
vase.
As I write, i have before me a bou-
quet put together finis. It consists of a
tiger lily, sprigs of asparagus and
southern wood, Drummond
Upon reach-
ing the far side of the river the little
party descended to the tow-path of the
Union Canal, and proceeded in the di-
rection of the Tuipehoeken Creek. The
children skipped along merrily, delight-
ed with their ramble in the country,
whilst the mother walked moodily with
them. At a point about two and a half
miles from tlie city of Heading she was
seen by a young lady to stop and fill a
large basket she had with her with
stones.
This done, she strapped it tightly to
her waist, and picking up the little hoy
she threw him on her breast, and then
taking one of the girls under each of her
arms, deliberately throw herself into the
canal. But a few moments intervened
between the filling of the basket and the
fatal act, and before the aid, which
came in the person of a Mr. Fortney
and several farm hands, who rushed to
the water’s edge upon hearing the cries
of the children, could effect a rescue,
the mother and children had disappear-
ed. There was a moment of struggling
and battling with the waters, and then
the woman, borne down by the weight
of the basket of stones, and the chil-
dren, sank to the bottom. The rescu-
ing party began grappling for the
bodies, and in a short time recovered
two of the children; presently tlie third
was obtained, and finally the body of
the mother was found. The mother
and children were well dressed. The
bodies of the four were laid upon the
bank of the stream.
Notice was at once sent to tlie Coro-
ner, and a jury was impaneled, none
of whose members were aide to recog-
nize the dead woman or her children.
Their verdict was that the woman came
to her death by suicidal drowning,
whilst the children came to theirs by
the willful act of the person (suppose!!
to be the mother) who was with them.
'I'hc dead bodies wore taken to the city,
and were about to lie buried, when a
Mrs. Boekinuehl, who had viewed them
at the undertaker’s office, recognized
the woman its the wife and the children
as the offspring of Philip Bessinger, a
German saloon-keeper. He was at once
summoned and made acquainted with
the sad event which had deprived him
of a wife and a family of children. No
motive is assigned for the fatal act of
Mrs. Bessinger.
THE SCENE AT THE EI NERAL.
Reahinc, Pa., August 21 .—There
was great excitement here at the funeral
of Mrs. Bessinger and her three chil-
dren, who wore drowned on 'Tuesday
last, it seems, from the stories of the
people, that the woman had lived un-
happily with her husband, owing to the
introduction by him of another woman
into the house, and that this unhappi-
ness resulted in a quarrel on Monday,
when tin' husband ordered his wife to
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tunins, and a few blood red blossoms of | nstvethe house and to take the two girls
coreopsis. But do not turn up your
noses, being, perhaps, the possessors of
more costly and varied material for flor-
al ornaments', for my bouquet is not to
be throw in the shade The coreopsis
blossoms are borne on slender, wiry
stems, and after 1 had filled my other
flowers in thickly around the lily, 1 in-
serted a few of these on longer stems,
leaniyg them upright against the lily
stamens, and they seem like richly tint-
ed stars of velvet, glowing above a bright
hued mossy ground work of sister stars
I his manner of making.bouquets per-
mits having t lie use of a host of those
flowers that have short stems, and that
would he almost useless for a vase. But
as water is so easily spilled from shallow
reccpticlos, an excellent substitute is
wet sand. And this assists the ingenu-
ity in giving fanciful forms to bouquets,
a* it affords a firmer foundation in which
to imbed tlie flower stems.
Do you ever have tastefully arranged
flowers on your writing tables? If not,
just try it once, as a new plan, and sec
how tlie lovely things will assist you in
writing vigorous and interesting editor
ials.—Cor. Western Dural.
with her, while lie would retain the hoy.
Next day she went to the canal with the
children, and, after tilling a basket with
stones, in which operation the children
assisted, she hound the basket securely
to her body, and taking the three chil-
dren in her arms leaped into the canal
and all were drowned. As soon as the
bodies were recovered and taken to her
former home, the police had to guard
the house to save the husband from as-
sault, and at the funeral procession to-
day , which included about one thousand,
the people on foot surrounded his car-
riage. When the bodies were lowered
into the grav es the people hooted Bes-
singer and made a rush for him. In
the confusion one shot was fired, when
the police hurriedly placed him in a car-
riage and drove oil', receiving, as they
passed the cemetery gate, another shot,
which it is thought wounded him, as he
was carried into tlie house. The police
are still on guard, and the people, in-
cluding many women, continue their
threats.
To Promote Longevity,
Tlie, Pall Mall Gazette mentions that
a “veritable centenarian ” is, according
to a correspondent of the Scotsman, to
he found at the Aberfeldy Railway sta-
tion, in the shape of a peddler named
Better Feggans, who the other day at-
tained his 1.05th year. The habits of
Mr. Feggans are an interesting study to
those who desire to promote longevity.
I I*or sixty years he inis never worn a
'coat, believing that a waistcoat with
sleeves suits him better. He gave up
grasshopper or the muffled flapping of
a lazy flag. I was at center field.
“Put him where he will do most good—
or least harm,” said the captain flatter-
Howthis manuscript came into flic
possession of the World reporter it
would he tedious here to relate. The
following item, from the Wahpanseh
Clarion, of August 10, may, however,
be of interest:
Painful Affliction.
A Now Hampshire paper has this ac-
count of terrible suffering: “ Five \ears
ago last winter, George Maleham, a lad
of a dozen years, living in the north
part of Wolfhoro, went to Water Mi-
lage one evening to skate with some
boys of that village, lie got into the
water and then walked home—a dis-
tance of nearly two miles—his clothes
freezing on him. His folks were abed
on his arrival home and he slipped oft'
his wet clothes, and in this wet and
chilled condition went to bed. At first
lie did not feel the effects of it, hut after
a short time he experienced a slight
lameness, and after a while his joints
smoking about the same time he gave j began to dislocate, and continued until
lip his coat, and took to chewing, which nearly every joint in his body was dis-
located—his shoulder joints, elbows,
wrists, and finger joints, while thclow-
We regret to learn that no reliable tiilings have
as yet been received of Mr. Henry C. Smithers,
tlie respected left fielder of the Excrlsior Ease
Dali Club. On the 5th of July, early in the
morning, as our readers mav remember, his bat
(with which during the year he had made Cl
home runs, 298 base hits and «7:1 total bases) was
found on Main Street, near Jefferson, permeated
by a strong smell of sulphur and liearing the im-
print of setcral fiery' fingers. Nothing has sinoe
he lias found a more healthful practice
than smoking, Feggans is not a teeto-
taller; lie drinks half a glass of whisky
three or four times each day, and lias
done so for the last half-century. A re-
port was circulated a short time ago
that he was dead. This annoyed Feg-
gans, who, when informed of the re-
proach, indignantly remarked, “Yes;
nut I know’d it was a lie whenever I
heerd it.” That Feggans is alive there
can he little doubt, but whether he is
105 years old or not is a matter on
which probably opinions will differ. It
might lie as well to clear up this point
be lore he take his departure.
or limbs were all unjointed, even to his
toe joints. We saw him a year ago;
then wc could clasp our hand around
his leg above the knee, while the knee
joints were enormous in size. To add
to his other sufferings, several large
sores broke out upon his body a short
time before his death. He "was con-
fined to his bed for nearly three years
previous to death, which 'occurred July
25. As his parents were very poor the
lad would have suffered for the neces-
saries of life but for the kindness of
neighbors and friends.”
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Denison Daily News. (Denison, Tex.), Vol. 3, No. 158, Ed. 1 Sunday, August 29, 1875, newspaper, August 29, 1875; (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth721024/m1/6/: accessed July 17, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Grayson County Frontier Village.