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INDEPENDENT ON ALL SUBJECTS,-AND DEVOTED TO THE INTERESTS OF SOUTHERN OREGON. VOL IV.---NO 44 ASHLAND OREGON FRIDAY. APRIL 9, 1S80. 82 50 PER ANNUM ma My Grandfather’s Story. ASHLAND TIDINGS. Issued every Friday, . — b y— LEEDS J. M McCall & Go .MERItrrr Main Street, Ashland. OFFICE—On M*in Street, (in second story of McCall A Baum's new building ) , Job Printing. Of all descriptions dons on short notice. Legal Blanks, Circulars. Business Cards, Billheads, Letterheads, Pos ters, etc., gotten up in good style at livini; prices. Term« oi Subscription: • O m com. one y«ar................. „..................................... |2 50 •• ,r «lx month*.... .... .................. .................... 1 50 “ “ three month« ....................................... 1 00 Club rates, six copies for................. li 50 Term« iu advance. Terms of Advertising: LBOAL. One square (ten lines or less) 1st insertion........ _|5 50 Each additional insertttm ....................................... 1 00 LOCAL. 10c Local notice« per line Keffular advertisement« insertod upon liberal tenne. PROFESSIONAL. : : : : OREGON. OFFICE At tl.c Ashland Drug Store. JAMES R. NEIL, ATTORNEY-AT-LAW, Jacksonville, Oregon. J. W. HAMAKAR, NOTARY PUBLIC, Linkville, Lake Co., Oregon. OFFICE—In Poet Office building. Social attention iven to conveyancing. ■ — - ■ . ■ - —y ■ NEW DEPARTURE. M. L. M’CALL. The undersigned from and after April 18th, propose to sell only for CASH IN HAND Or approved produco delivered—except when by special agreement—a short and limited credit may be given. They have commenced receiving, their New Spring Stock, and that every day will witness additions to the largest stock of General Merchandise! Standard Goods! Sold at the Lowest Market Prices, will do it, they propose to do the largest business this spring and summer ever done by them in the last five years, and they can posi tively make it to the advantage of every one to call upon them in Ashland and test the truth of their assertions. They will spare no pains to maintain, more fully than ever, tbe reputation of their PURVEYOR <1 CIVIL ENGINEER, House, as the acknowledged Ashland, Oregon. HEADQUARTERS I la pre|KU*ed to do any work iu his line on short notice. DR. W. B. ROYAL, Has permanently located in Ashland. Will give hi. undivided attention to the practice of medicine. Ila. had fl (teen years’ experience in Oreçon. Office at hi. residence, on Main street, opposite the M. E. Church. For Staplejand Fancy Goods, Groceries, Hardware, Clothing, Boots, Shoes, Hats, Caps, Millinery, Dress Goods,Crockery,Glass and Tin Ware, Shawls, W rappers, Cloaks, And, in fact, everything required for the trade of Southern and South eastern Oregon. DR. E> J. BOYD, A full asscrtment of DENTIST. Linkville, : : ; : : ! Ever brought to this market. They de sire to say to every reader of this paper, that if DR. J. H. CHITWOOD, ASHLAND, MORRIS BAUM. j. M. m ' call Oregon. IRON AND STEEL For Blacksmiths’ and General use. Office and residence, south side of Main «treat. A Full Line of JOcob Warner. E. K. Anderton. W. H. Atkinson. THE ASHLAND MILLS ! We will continue to purchase wheat — AT— Ashland Woolen Goods! Flannels, Blankets, Cassini eres, Doeskins Clothing, always on hand and for sale at lowest prices. The highest market price? paid for Wheat, Oats, Barley, Bacon, Lard. Come One and All. The Highest Market Drice, J. H. MeCALL A CO, And will deliver Flour, Feed, Etc., Anywhere in town, JAMES THORNTON, W. H. ATKINSON, JACOB WAGNER, E. K. ANDERSON. AT MILL PRICE », Ö THE ASHLAND Wagner, Anderson A Co. ASHLAND Livery, Sale & Feed STABLES, Main Street, : : WOOLEN MANUFAC’G CO., ARE NOW MAKING FROM Ashland. The Very Best I have constantly on hand the very best SADDLE HOBNE9. ■VCHiEKM AMD CABBIAttES, And can furtaish my customers with a tip-top turnout at any time. HORSES BOARDED NAITIIIVIEI WOOL! BLANKETS, FLANNELS, On reasonable terms, and given the best ■ attention. Horses bought and sold and satisfaction guaranteed in all my transactions. CASSIMERES, DOESKINS, >11. F. PHILLIP«. < AND HOSIERY. ASHLAND íímarblem I» S pur patrons ^ OLD AND NEW, WORKS. •4 J. II. BIISELL, Proprietor. Having again settled in this place and turned my entire attention to the Marble Business, I am pre pared to fill all orders with neat ness and dispatch. Monuments, Tablets, and Headstones, executed * <yin any description of marbla (^Special attention paid to or- fj^ders from all parts of Southern 42T Oregon. Prices reasonable. Address: Are invited to send in their orders and are assured that they SHall Receive Prompt Attention I At Prices that Defy Competition. ASHLAND WOOLEN MILLS. a J. J7. Russell, W. H. Atkinson, SECRETARY Ashland, Oregon. L ; ff) John Harvey sat upon his porch, smoking his pipe with great content, while he looked down upon the waters of the Ohio and watched the passage up and down tbe stream of steamboats and vessels whose broad sails were filled by the soft winds that came from the direc tion of Lake Erie, sweeping across the State in fitful currents. John Harvey was a man verging upon three score and ten. His hair was white and his face somewhat wrinkled, but he was yet erect of carriage—a stal wart looking man, who, in his youth and in his prime, must have been active and powerful—a very Hercules in form aud strength. John boasted being one of the early pioneers of Ohio. He early entered that wild country and commenced in the woods clearing a home for himself and his young wife—a very attractive girl she must have been when she first became Mary Harvey, for even at the time of which I am writing, when she was well past her sixtieth birthday, she still presented the appearance of having been beautiful. Her eyes were yet bright, large and black, and when at all excited she looked like what she had proved herself, a daring woman—just such a one as a pioneer would wisely se lect to accompany him into a strange land, into the wilderness, to be his friend and helpmeet in more wavs than one. “ When Mary and I first came into this wilderness,” said Johh, as he re- moved his tobacco pipe from between his lips and looked up toward his wife, who was standing near him, partly rest ing her body by placing it against the side of his great home-made arm chair, “it was full of Indians—treacherous fellows they were, too—but they’ve all gone; they’ve just died out—melted away as srow disappears before the heat of the sun, and as silently. They came very near settling me,” he added, after a short pause. “ It was when I built my cabin and commenced to fix up a bit. And but for Mary here, I guess they’d have finished me.” “ Tell mo the story, grandfather,” I said. I had heard something of it be fore, but never in detail from bis or grandmother’s lips. “Well, it happened in this wise,” he began. “ When I entered the wilder ness I thought I’d act justly toward the red men, and see if I couldn’t buy a hundred or two acres of the land they owned. By doing this I hoped to se cure their friendship and thus save my self from future trouble or danger. At that time the village of the Indians was placed at the mouth of the Licking river, in Kentucky, just opposite where Cincinnati now is. Well, I saw the head men of the Ohio tribe, and for a dozen blankets, a few iron tools, a lot of cured tobacco, powder, shot, some old hats and clothes—they wanted whisky, but I wouldn’t give it to them—they sold me nearly a thousand acres. It was just the land I wanted. Every thing was done in good faith. I re turned to my cabin. Mary was wit me, and I w’ent to work to make things homelike and comfortable; for, you see, we expected there’d soon be an addition to our family. “ Well, things went nicely for nearly two months ; the Indians didn’t come near us, and we supposed from that they considered our land sacred where they had no right to enter. But at the end of the second month trouble came upon us in a heap. It grew out of an accident. I was in the woods hunting, and perceiving an object moving cautious ly at a distance, having a cover ing on it that looked like the skin of a black bear, I thought I'd have a shot at it. Covering the animal, as I supposed it to be, I pulled the trigger, and when I’d lowered my rifle, the smoke clearing away, I saw it lying on the ground mo tionless. I hurried up to it and to my surprise found I had killed an Indian of considerable reputation as a brave or sub-chief. He had, I supposed, put on a bear’s skin the better to hunt It was a common practice among the red men. I carried the body of the dead man to my cabin and hastened to notify his friends. When I’d related how the ac cident happened, I own that there were groaning and sullen looks turned upon me. However, I returned unharmed to my house, and shortly after a number of Indian bucks followed and carried away the corpse, but not until they had exam ined the place where the ball had entered the bear’s skin and the dead buck’s body. For several days after this unfortunate event I could see Indians hovering about the place but I paid no attention to them, supposing they were hunting and fisliiDg or gathering nuts. As I felt the killing of the Indian an accident I had supposed that they were of the like opinion. But I was soon to be undeceived. “I must here say that my wife had, by practice, become accustomed to my rifle and was as good a Bhot as myself. She has killed deer and other large game that I had failed to bring down. But at the time of which I am speaking she was in no condition to tramp in the woods. “One day, quite late—it was near sundown—I was chopping wood at a good distance from the house. Just as I was about to throw my ax on my shoulder and trudge homeward—the shadows of the trees becoming longer and the light duller—I heard the break ing of dry twigs near me, its if some one was cautiously stepping on them. 1 looked about me but could see nothing. Now it happened that I did that day what I had never done before; I forgot o take my rifle with me. “When I had got about half way on my journey I found myself in a dense piece of woodland, but thinking no harm I trudged into it, singing to ¡>ass the time. I had just about got into the heart of this wood when I found myself suddenly surrounded by flitting, dancing figures. I stopped and watched these shadows, not imagining danger. “Suddenly a terrific war-whoop, sent out of a dozen throats, filled the forest, and then before I recovered from my astonishment 1 found myself surrounded by painted devils flourishing weapons of every savage fashion. f attomuted to use my ax upon these fiends but they had calculated upon this, and before I could get it from my shoulder I was struck on the right arm with a heavily loaded stick. It was paralyzed for the moment, and the only weapon I could use in my defense lay at my feet. It was instantly picked up by one of the crew and I wras hurried to a large beech tree, and tied with ropes, which I saw had been stolen from my own barn ! “When they had so tied me that I could not move a torch was lighted, and by the reflection on each face 1 saw that they were fiends and relations of the man I had accidentally killed. “I began to talk to them of their evil conduct, but they only laughed and howled. They informed me that if 1 was brave it was now the time for me to show how a palo face could endure fire I “At this four or five of the painted fiends ran into lhe woods, one carrying my ax, iu order to gather up dry twigs and branches that would readily be piled about me and fired, destroy me. While these preparations were going on I thought of my poor wife, the condition she was in and the danger she would be exposed to if the devils, after they had destroyed me, should venture to the cabin. “While I was thus meditating, the torch being momentarily pushed so near my face that the skin was blistered, the report of a rifle was heard, and one of the Indians who had been dancing around the tree, standing oftener on his hands than on his feet, while in that at titude tumbled over dead. There was instant commotion among the savages ; but before they recovered from their surprise, a second fiend, dressed in a long deei skin robe, and who had been standing before me exercising his ora torical powers, fell flat on his face, tiust us a report of the second gun was heard, a ball crashed through his skull. They forgot me and made toward the river; but they had hardly run a dozen yards, •when a devil who held the handle of a scalping knife in his mouth, and who had more than once threatened to raise my hair, was, as I heard a third report, struck in the stomach. He fell and writhed at my feet in terrible agonies. I pitied him. The third shot, no one of which had failed to miss its object, so frightened the crew that not even stop- ning to gather up their dead, they ran sWifely away. “While I was thus rejoicing in my he&i ‘ at the timely assistance that had thus c? >e to me, I tried to look in the direction in which the shots had come. The torch had been extinguished, and for several minutes I stood bound to the tree in a silence as dead as the night was dark. “After a while I faintly heard, as if it were the steps of a panther or wild cat, something walking cautiously ovef the dry brambles that filled the forest I thought it was one of the savages who was making his way to where I was to brain and then scalp me. But when I had worked myself into this belief, at the same time straining every nerve to burst asunder the cords that bound me, I felt a hand touch mine. “I cried hoarsely; ‘Who’s this 1’ “Aud to my astonishment, my wife in a low voice, her limbs trembling in ex citement answered : “ ‘Hist, John.’i “I was about to speak, when she put a finger on my mouth, and then with my hunting knife, she cut the cords that bound me. “ ‘Hush, John !’ she repeated. ‘Take this gun. It is yours. I have mine, also.’ “I took it in one of my hands, and then putting an arm around her waist, half carried her out of the woods to the house. “When we had entered, and closed and fastened the door, Mary fainted. It was many hours before she recovered. In the meantime your mother was born. “Weeks after this,” he added, after a pause, “your grandmother 4told me that fearing some accident had happened to me, as I was away so late, she resolved to go in search of me. She took some ammunition and balls (but never dream ing of Indians assailing us), and her own gun and my heavier rifle. In passing through the woods, she saw a light Approaching cautiously and noiselessly, to her horror, she saw me bound to a tree, and the painted fiends around me. Instead of fainting, she became calm and resolute, and loading the rifles, she fired them, each time tumbling over a savage. Then she hastily reloaded the guns. But she had only an opportunity to use one of them before the gang dis- appeared. The rest of the story you know.” A Disciple of. Cowley. Enoch Arden Outdone. A Novel Strike. Under date of Greenfield, Ohio, Feb. 1st, the New York Times publishes the following : Lying upon a small pallet in a room in a little one story frame bouse on Lafayette street, last evening, was a little chihl whose sufferings could hardly be fathomed, except by one who has been a victim of frozen limbs. It ap pears that one year ago this month Wil liam Diehl, a shoemaker, bound out his little girl, then seven years of age, to a man named J. W. Jackson, living in Jackson county, five miles from a sta tion called Berlin, where he owns 85 acres of land and is well to do in this world’s goods. Himself and wife consti tute the family. This child was given to them with the understanding that they were to educate and dress her un til she became eighteen years old. I^ow far this contract was kept will be seen by the story told by the little girl be tween sobs and groans of pain. The following arc not her words, but the import is the samo: After going to live with the Jacksons she was treated very well for a few months, when they began to treat her badly, Mrs. Jackson whipping her until welts were raised all over her body. These whippings were administered mostly with a stout switch to her nude back. Iler back and arms still bear marks which corroborate her story. These* she says she got because she refused last Fall, when the ground was frozen to go out in her bare feet and pick up apples and bring in the wood. She was also made to work on the bare floor washing clothes, and go out and hang them up shoeless and stockingless during the cold, freezing weather about Christmas. At this time her feet '‘were frozen. After this she was provided with a pair of heavy cow hide shows, which hurt her feet so badly in their already painful condition that she could not wear them. Attending physicians think amputation of the feet will be necessary to save the child’s life. Some time prior to the war a young couple met and loved. After a short courtship they were married and lived happily together. Children came to bless the union and they prospered well. When the war broke out his patriotic soul would not allow him to stav at home, and he shouldered a musket and sought the battle-field in the defence of his country. Letters came regularly for a time, and then ceased entirely. Word was sent home that he had been taken prisoner, and soon after the dread news came that he was dead. The news was considered se authentic that the Govern ment allowed the widow and tbe chil dren a pension. After a reasonable time she listened to the pleadings of another suitor and married him. They came to Atlantic, where her father is an honored citizen, having moved here from the eastern Iswa town which had been the home of the family. The second husband proved to be a worthloss drunkard, and after a time spent in mutual bickering, 6he got a di vorce on the ground of intemperance and general cussedness, so to sjieak. Not content with her bad luck, she concluded to marry again, this time a man who wras even a worse failure than her second husband, and who deliber ately shook the dust off his feet and “lit out” between two days, after living with her for a time. In the meantime, a quiet, unassuming man had come to Atlanta and hired to a prominent con tractor here. He formed an acquaint ance with the lady and her husband, dropping in at various times to spend an evening, and was on intimate terms generally. To have seen him, no one would have thought for a moment he •was acting out a strange romance. Time passed on, and the husband skipped out, as atoresaid. One evening, after a little preliminary conversation, he re vealed himself to the astonished woman. He was the veritable first husband, so long considered dead,' on ac count of which the pensions were still coming to the children. Explanations followed in which it appeared that he had, after being released, written sev eral letters home, but the family having removed from their former home, and despairing of again hearing from them, had let the matter rest. He came to Atlantic without the slightest idea tthat he would meet anyone he had ever seen, but recognized his former wife at once. Finding that the recognition was not mutual, he concluded not to disturb the couple, but went on with his daily du ties as of old. The above are the Jacts in the case as given us by the attorney for the woman. What the outcome of this strange affair will be, we have no idea, nor do we believe have the parties themselves. We have not mentioned any names, because the lady is quite sensitive in regard to the matter.— Iowa Messenger. Strikes amon? working men have be come so common as to hardly cause comment beyond the simple statement of the fact, but a strike of working women is a new feature in the labor movement that was witnessed at Troy, N. Y., a few weeks ago. We give tbe details from the Troy dispatches to the New York Times of Jan. 27-28: The laundries here employ thousands of girls in starching linen collars, cuffs, and shirts after they have been man ufactured. This branch of the business has been as profitable as the other, and it has grown during the last five years with remarkable rapidity. Formerly, manufacturers used to send work to laundries conducted by persons who had not capital to embark ia tbe other branches. Of late years, the tendency has been for manufacturers to do all their own work, including laundrying. The work is hard, and laundry girls have been better paid thtn those who do the sewing. The price has been 3 cents a dozen for starching collars and cuffs. Last week the operatives in one laundry struck for 4 cents a dozen, and their employers yielded. Strikes in other laundries followed, and to-day several hundred girls in different laun dries went out. The strike has now reached the largest concerns in the city, and it is apprehended that it will be followed by a demand for an advance by sewing-girls. Tim <fcUo. have adver tised for men to learn the business of collar and cuff starching, which consists simply in straightening out tbe article and distributing the starch evenly after the goods have passed through the starch tub. Under the old rate the wageB of the laundry girls have aver aged $8 a week, of 54 hours. The strike among the collar, cuff and shirt-sewing and laundry operatives is spreading. Recently 1,200 of these men were out. Tim Co., who em ployed men in place of the strikers had their establishment beseiged by a crowd of 500 girls and their sympathizers. The men when leaving work were pelte^l with mud, and tendered the loan of dresses and skirts. Mr. Tim, who is an excitable man, drew a revolver and ordered the girls away. The arrival of the police prevented further trouble. The manufacturers have held a meeting, at which it was unanimously determined to resist the demand for an advance, which was characterized as exorbitant and unwarranted by the condition of the trade. They agreed to offer employment to all comers at one half the advance de manded by the strikers. The offer was refused. Mrs. Brassey and Her Revolvers. Next morning we made an early start, and traveled for seven hours and a half straight on, only stopping a little while every now’ and then, when it became absolutely necessary for us to rest The pleasantest halt was ai Jeba, where we ate cur luncheon in a grove of olive trees. Just after that we passed a most beautiful cavern, hewn out of the rock, and supported by two pillars. Every part of it was covered—tapestried, I might say, with maidenhair fern; pil lars, roof, walls, every inch of rock, were hidden and made green by the del icate, close-growing fronds. Partly to look at this cavern, and partly because I could not ride fast, Tom and I had lingered behind the rest of the party. We noticed that a large number of Turks and Greeks had passed us, and overtook those of our party who were in front, but no sooner had they done so than it became evident that some sort of scrimmage had begun. We - could see that Karam was off his horse, and had his revolver out, and it seemed high time, for one of these strangers was holding bis revolver unpleasantly close to Karam’s head. Other men, too, were galloping up, and it really looked rather formidable. We immediately pulled out our revolvers and cantered as quickly a3 possible to the scene of ac tion, where we met some of our mule teers and servants hurrying to the rescue. Whether we were too large a party and were evidently too w’ell pre pared for a fight, I know not, but peace seemed to be restored in a moment, and we all put up our revolvers and rode on as quiotly as possible without further annoyance, while our would-be assail ants remained behind, vociferating and gesticulating—Mrs. Brassey, in Fraser’s Magazine. Old Facts in New Dresses. The Huntsmen a Hunting. Three remarkable incidents, if they may be so called, of somewhat similar character, are worthy of being cata logued together. A gunner in the neighborhood of San Francisco fired into a clump of bushes at what he supposed to be a wildcat, and fetched down a lit tle girl and wounded her older sister. In Rhode Island two huntsmen fired at a covey of partridges; they did not get a bird, but they iatally wounded their horse which was hitched to a barn in the vicinity. In Louisiana two New Or leans editors went out on the sanguinary field, their eyes glistening with deadly fire, to shoot one another in the old fashioned French manner. Each fired two shots, neither was harmed, but, ac cording to the official protocol drawn up on the field of conflict, it ’appears that “After the second shot, in consequence of representations and expostulations made by mutual friends present, and in a parley called by the seconds of Major Hearsey, it was proposed by them and agreed to by the seconds of Major Burke, that the latter, on behalf of their principal, should express their re cognition of Major Hearsey as a gentle man of honor and courage; upon which Major Hearsey’s friends declared them selves satisfied, and hostilities were by general consent terminated, and the seconds hereby take pleasure in testify ing to the brave and honorable deport ment of both Major Burke and Major Hearsey.” Affairs of this kind might be encour aged witfi beneficial results, and sensi tive people can no longer object to the operations of the code duello as an alle- viative of suspecWd wounded honor. A large circle of friends will be glad to know that by either the providentially distracted bullets, or bad marksmanship the lives of these two brave journalists of the crescent city have been preserved for further encounters with the pen, and perhaps the pistol.—Rochester Herald. ---------- »» The editor of the Elmira Gazette ad vertises for a bible which was taken from his editorial room. How the Bible first got in the room, the Chicago Journal says, is not explained. The ex planation probably is that the editor stole it from a railway car in which he was riding on a free pass. Railway Employes. In Lis sermon to railroad men at Rochester, Rev. C. P Colt reviewed the history of railroading. The first train, he said, made the astonishing speed of twelve miles an hour. In 1829 the di rectors of the Manchester and Liver pool railway offered a prize to any en gine that would draw a train three times its weight at a speed of ten miles an hour. Three engines competed for the prize, the winning one making fourteen miles an hour, which was consideied at that time quite remarkable speed. He spoke of the first locomotive in America, made by Peter Cooper, which made but ten miles an hour, ’lhe speaker con sidered the locomotive as one of the main forces in advancing civilization. It was also one of the chief instruments for spreading the gosjiel. According to a late report there were 82,000 miles of. railway in the United States, valued at four and one half billion dollars, whose gross receipts last year were five hun dred million dollars. One . road em ployed fourteen thousand men, and many of them live in this city. Many more of them would live in this city if the common council were not so foolish. He referred to the many hardships en dured by railroad men, and said we owe them a debt of gratitude for carrying on so large and safe a passenger traffic. These men are subjected to temptation more than most other men. We used to think that a man that returned from the army without any bad habits de served great credit, but he thought when a railroad man resisted tempta tion, profanity and evil associates, he had a piety of the right kind. He knewjthe severity of their temptations when far from home and among strang ers. Yet some of the best Christians were to be found among the railroad men.—Rochester Horald. The kerosene oil can—the servant’s royal road to glory. The goat—the butt of many a joke but still butt’ning his kids. The mother-in-law—the unwelcome helmsman of the matrimonial bark. The front gate—it has swung many a couplo to unceasing hatred of each other. The clothes line—you never see it until it is within a thirty-second of an inch of your nose. The front stoop—romance without upholstery. * Hash—a compound to test the sub limity of faith. The old man’s boot—a rear elevator “Moik, phat’s iftigy 1” asked a Miles in the front hallway. ian matron the other morning in San The minister’s slippers—a good deal Francisco, looking up from the Post, of overwork and a good deal of under “Sorra a bit do I know,” replied her size. hueband, “Is it something to ate, I The parlor sofa—the shorter it is the dunno V “Ate, yer ownadhaum ! longer you like to sit on it, with good Sure it’s Dinnis sez he’ll burn Giant company. . in if-i-gy.’ “Begorra, it must be wan Boarding-house butter—cut off its o’ them big wurds he brought back wid hair and, Samson like, it will lose its him from Bostin. I’m thainkin’ it’s strength. Frinch for the Foorth warrud, so it is.” — ■ * And the pair shook their heads in The recent statement that Mr. Robert speechless admiration of the lingual re Packer, Superintendent of the Pennsyl sources of Mr. Kearney vania Railroad, while traveling in Ne braska, had conversed with his family They have a very sad affair at West two thousand miles distant by means of Point. A lady at Cozzens told her a telephone, proved, upon investigation, mamma that all the cadets wear white to be incorrect. The telephone’s per James Grant, a wealthy, childless ciM' pants, whereupon a man said, “So do formance fell short of the newspaper re izen of Ohio, has brought up in his their sisters, then cousins and their port some nineteen hundred and ninety- house, educated, and set up. in business aunts,” and he had to be shot through I nine miles and a fraction. I the heart. fifteen orphan boys.