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Cortland Evening Standard, Friday, July 13, 1900.
LEGATIONS LOSE THEIR PROTECTOR.
Prince Ching Killed in Battle With Prince Tuan's Boxers.
HIS FORCES OUTNUMBERED.
Attack Was Made on July 6 and the Two Remaining Legations Were Destroyed.
LONDON, July 13.—The Shanghai correspondent of The Daily Mail says the following story regarding the position in Pekin emanates from Chinese official sources:
"The two remaining legations, the British and Russian, were attacked in force on the evening of July 6, Prince Tuan being in command. The attackers were divided. Prince Tuan commanded the centre, the right wing was led by Prince Tsai Yin and the left by Prince Yin Lin. The reserves were under Prince Tsin Yu.
"The attack commenced with artillery fighting, which was severe and lasted until 7 o'clock in the morning, by which time both legations were destroyed and all the foreigners were dead, while the streets around the legations were full of dead bodies of both foreigners and Chinese.
"Upon hearing of the attack Prince Ching and General Wang Wen Shao went with troops to the assistance of the foreigners, but they were outnumbered and defeated. Both Prince Ching and General Wang Wen Shao were killed.
"Two foreigners are said to have escaped through the gates, one with a heavy sword wound in his head.
"Prince Tuan in celebration of the victory distributed 100,000 taels and huge quantities of rice to the Boxers.
"The Canton correspondent of the Daily Telegraph wiring July 11 says: "Li Hung Chang has decided to remain here and the American gunboat which was waiting to convey him en route to Pekin will sail tomorrow.
EUROPEANS IN COMMAND.
Said That Foreigners Are Directing Chinese Military Operations.
LONDON, July 13.—A terrible veil of silence enshrouds Pekin; and there is nobody but believes the worst has happened. It is taken for granted that all the powers have exhausted every means to get direct news from their legations, and the fact that their efforts have been vain leaves but one interpretation.
The Chinese representative in Berlin denies the statement that Li Hung Chang had sent to him a hopeful telegram. He says that, on the contrary, no direct telegram has been received by him from Li Hung Chang for some time past.
The day's news is again restricted to the usual crop of untrustworthy Shanghai rumors, the most serious of which, reported by the correspondent of The Express, is to the effect that Europeans are directing the Chinese military operations.
The correspondent asserts that Captain Bailey of H. M. S. Aurora distinctly saw a man in European garb directing the Chinese artillery operations outside Tien Tsin.
Foreign refugees from Tien Tsin openly accuse a European official, whose name The Express correspondent suppresses, and Colonel Von Hanneken, who was formerly employed to drill the Chinese troops, of being parties to a plot to procure the escape of General Chang and themselves from Tien Tsin before the bombardment, leaving the other foreigners to their fate.
Statements are in circulation in Shanghai accusing the Russian's of indiscriminate slaughter of friendly Chinese non-combatants without regard to age or sex.
It is asserted that the Buddhist priests throughout the empire are propagating Prince Tuan's anti-foreign gospel.
News is circulating throughout theYang Tse valley that General Ma has inflicted a crushing defeat upon the allies at Tien Tsin and that the foreign army has been cut to pieces east of Pekin. The actual impotence for the moment of the allied forces naturally gives color to these stories with the worst results.
The Shanghai correspondent of The Express gives Tien Tsin advices to July 8, when the superior range of the Japanese artillery enabled them to relieve the Russians, who were hard pressed at the railway station.
MYSTERIOUS MISS.
Handsome Girl Who Dresses in Boy's Clothes and Refuses to Reveal Identity.
NEW YORK, July 13.—The mystery of Josephine Adams is agitating the valley of the Hudson, especially the residents of the city of Poughkeepsie. Everybody wants to know who the girl is who dresses in boy's attire, but Josephine will not reveal her identity. "You can say I come from the South and am on my way to Albany," is all the information she will vouchsafe. The officials of the Vassar hospital, to which institution she was taken after having been run over by a buggy of Mr. Case of Poughkeepsie, Wednesday, have used every inducement to make her tell her story, but beyond giving her name as Josephine Adams and her age as 23 years, they have learned nothing.
She is remarkably pretty, is this modern Viola, and has soft brown hair and hazel eyes. Her figure is slender and graceful, her hands soft with tapering fingers. She appears to be a girl of much refinement and gentle breeding, which makes the mystery all the more absorbing. There is no suspicion of dementia about Josephine. Her eyes are clear, her language rational and she seems, if anything, rather to enjoy the interest which her case has aroused. There is no sign of melancholia and she laughs softly when questioned, but refuses to talk. The boy's clothing which she wore was of the coarsest material, but her shoes were of patent leather and would have cost at least $5. They showed the effects of her walk from this city to Poughkeepsie, but had evidently been new when she left here.
She had no money and said she had been living two days on green apples. The accident which befell her is not of a severe character, her back being wrenched and her body bruised. "Yes, I will resume my journey," she said. "I am determined to reach Albany and I will do it." Many people in Poughkeepsie believe the girl is making the journey on a wager, while others believe her to be penniless and on her way to friends in Albany. No one thinks she has given her true name.
HOMEWARD BOUND.
THE LAST LETTER FROM H. G. JOY ON HIS TRIP.
Part of it Written in South America and Part on the Way Home—What the Country There is Like—Experiences on the Homeward Voyage.
We publish below the last letter written by Mr. H. G. Joy to his son while on his recent South American trip. Though Mr. Joy has been home for two or three weeks now, we use the letter just the same because of its excellence and the interest which the former ones have aroused among our readers. It has been crowded out heretofore by the crush of other matter.
GEORGETOWN, B. G., May 21, 1900.
DEAR GRAY—British Guiana comprises the old Dutch settlements of Demerara, Essequibo and Berbice, which were captured in 1803 and finally ceded to Great Britain in 1815. It has a coast-line of about 300 miles, out of which a dozen rivers pour continuous streams of dark, muddy water into the Atlantic. The greatest of these is the Essiquibo, which rises on the borders of Brazil and flowing from South to North, drains with its numerous tributaries almost the whole interior of the colony. The Demerara river is about as large as the Thames. At distances varying from fifty to one hundred miles from the sea all the great rivers are obstructed by falls and rapids, and this has retarded the development of the interior. On the Potaro, a tributary of the Essequibo, a sheet of water 300 feet wide falls perpendicularly from a height of 741 feet into a basin, from whence it continues its course in a series of rapids for another eighty-one feet.
The population of the colony consists of 105,000 East Indians, 155,000 with negro blood, 18,000 Portuguese, 5,000 Chinese and 5,000 whites. The Portuguese were originally introduced from Madeira as agricultural laborers. They soon left the plantations and became petty traders and peddlers. They were industrious and economical and now almost all the provision shops in the colony are in their hands, while there are few rum shops not owned by them. The coolies are nothing like as stout a race as the negroes, but are more industrious and regular in their habits, for which reasons they are more serviceable on the sugar plantations. The Chinese keep their part of Georgetown well drained and free from the filth which disfigures the surroundings of the other off-color races. The whites consider them almost perfect as citizens. They manifest considerable ingenuity and the energy and carefulness characteristic of the race. Some of them are quite wealthy and have their carriages and coachmen. They are the only people able to compete with the Portuguese as shopkeepers.
The settled portion of the colony extends along the seacoast and up the rivers for some distance. The whole of the cultivated portion hardly equals a hundredth part of its area; it follows, therefore, that there is plenty of room for development. The crown lands are sold at $1 per acre. One has to pay $5 for the privilege of erecting a dwelling. About twenty-five miles back from the coast the country becomes more undulating, and gradually rises to hills and mountains. The interior has not been thoroughly explored, but it is known to contain some very high mountains from which views of great beauty and wildness are to be seen. The greater portion of this territory is covered with forests—a portion of that wilderness of vegetation which extends with few breaks over a large part of South America, the silence and loneliness of which are some times unbroken by even the sight or sound of an Indian for hundreds of miles. However, between the Demerara and Corentyne rivers and again far away near the Brazilian frontier, are said to be open grassy savannahs, only a few stunted bushes and trees along the courses of the rivers breaking their monotony. These tracts of country resemble the llanos of Venezuela and the pampas of the Argentine Republic and might afford pasturage for thousands of horses and cattle.
Throughout the interior communication is mainly by the rivers, creeks and sloughs which spread over the country like net work. On many of the smaller and more sluggish streams navigation is impeded by a luxuriant growth of water lilies and other vegetation, and many of them swarm with alligators. Some of the smaller streams are so overarched by trees and vines that they are almost like tunnels.
There are a few robins, blue birds, sparrows and woodpeckers in the vicinity of the city, but their notes are seldom heard. The forests are full of birds of beautiful plumage, but without music in either their souls or their throats. Most of them give forth only disagreeable screeches, and I am convinced that the richly-clad birds of the tropics are in every way more stupid than our northern birds. Like the native inhabitants, they get their living too easily; there is not enough "root, hog, or die" in their existence to develop the activity, wit and wisdom which are so evident in the birds that visit our fields and woods in spring and summer.
In the forests is a dense, heavy wood, of greenish-yellow color called "Greenheart." It is of close even grain, and is used for the frame work of buildings. It resists the ravages of the destructive wood ants better than anything else; it does not dry-rot, and is less affected by moisture, and is, therefore, used for wharves and shipbuilding. It is laid to last one hundred years in a house, while pitch-pine requires renewal in thirty or forty years. Wallaba is another very useful wood. It splits easily and is made into shingles, and staves of every description. The only water fit to drink is rainwater, which has to be stored in large tanks. These tanks are made from Wallaba. Its color is a dark crimson, and it contains a gummy secretion which tends to preserve it from ants and other destructive insects of the tropics. A sawmill man, from whom I obtained this "timber information," said that in British Guiana were some of the hardest and heaviest woods in the world, the most singular of which is the "letter-wood," so called from its dark markings across the grain resembling irregularly formed letters. These occur only in the heart of the tree, which rarely exceeds 6 inches in diameter, although the trunk may be more than two feet. These are exported and good pieces command high prices. Some timber and shingles are sent to the West Indies, but the lack of roads to the interior renders the moving of timber to the coast difficult and expensive. There are no chimneys or other provision for fires in business or dwelling houses. Cooking is done on Dutch charcoal stoves, either outdoors or in out houses, and burning charcoal in the forests for these stoves has grown into quite a business. A considerable quantity is disposed of among the islands.
On Board Ship, Enroute to New York, May 30, 1900.
We left Georgetown about 10 o'clock at night. Every steamship must take a pilot going into and out of port, else she risks her insurance. Ours was the worse for liquor, and we made a number of wide, zig-zag detours about the Demerara river before crossing the bar at its mouth, and we could feel the keel bump the bottom several times in going over. After foaming along through the sea for thirty-six hours the anchors were let go at 6 o'clock in the morning at Bridgetown, Island of Barbados. We laid here two days taking in sugar. Very pleasant days they were, with the curving shore and town, back of which the island rose in a gentle slope on one side, and a wide sweep of blue water on the other. We alternately watched the other vessels riding at anchor and the black stevedores hoisting sugar from the lighters to our decks and lowering it into the hold. I found that watching others work did not cause my brow to perspire. After leaving Barbados we spent a week or more among the islands picking up a sack of mail here and there, or swinging at anchor loading sugar from one to two days in various pretty little havens. They were lazy, dreamy, delightful days and evenings. Sometimes when the night shrouded sea and shore in dusky gloom, I leaned against the rail and watched the phosphorescent sparkle of the dark water, or looked at the darker hills looming out of it, or still higher to the star-jeweled sky and speculated as to the heaven beyond; or looked off at the twinkling lights that marked the location of the cluster of negro cabins, or away to the scattered and lonely lights on the mountain sides, and wondered if the people in those shacks ever wearied of their sleepy, half-torpid existence and, as they day after day see the sun set flaming across this wide-spreading sea, long to leave these isolated, storm-swept islands and cross to a bigger world. Our world! Which in summer is far more lovely than anything in these waters; a world beautifully embroidered with shining lakes and silver streams; a world that thrills with the throbbing of machinery; a world where abundant labor enables industrious and frugal workers to live in comfort.
Daytimes I read, chat, stroll about the ship and shore watching the sailors and natives; or, reclining half asleep in a steamer chair, idly wonder that these little islands should have known so much of storm and shine, of weal and woe; should have been the world's and nature's battle grounds. First came the Spaniard bearing aloft the cross of Christ, but with the red brand of war and desolation concealed behind him; then the Dutch, the English and the French contended with the Spaniard, and warred and wasted among themselves for possession, while at intervals throughout the years the rocking earthquake and the rending hurricane increased the misery of the inhabitants. The islands are not worth the lives and treasure that have been expended upon them, and it must have been bitter enmity and hate that induced the nations to belabor each other through an hundred and fifty years for their possession.
While we were dawdling around the island of St. Lucia a sailor fell overboard. The fellow was a good swimmer, and a boat was quickly lowered, with the aid of a copious discharge of rapid-fire profanity from the captain, which picked him up before the sharks had an opportunity to sample him.
On the island of Dominique we saw pineapples, almonds, nutmegs and coffee growing. A short distance north of the town a stream comes from out a range of high mountains, the source of which is a crater-lake on the summit of a mountain near the center of the island. We walked half a mile to a bridge which spans the narrow river near the mouth of a canyon, with high, precipitous and castellated [sic] walls, from which it issues. On one side of us was rolling land set with lime orchards; on the other were steep walls of rock, about the face of which were slowly circling three black carrion crows, apparently without the slightest fear of becoming dizzy-headed. Looking up the gorge we saw the crests of mountains so high and so distant that they took on a strong blue tinge from the atmosphere. The channel was a mass of stones; they glistened in the yellow sunlight as the clear, swift-running water swirled and foamed with many a quick rush over and around them, making music as it went. The scene was certainly very pretty, and a rather unique touch was given the picture by the presence of half a score of black women scattered up and down amid-stream. They were perched upon rocks, rubbing out their scanty wardrobes without the aid of washboards, soaps or washing powders. The sun was low in the west as we walked leisurely back to the pier, and before us we cast long, gigantic shadows that mimicked and distorted our motions regardless of our presence or feelings.
In the gray dawn we slowed down at Guadeloupe to enable the mail boat to reach us, and dropped into it a young Portuguese, also taking from it a passenger. The Portuguese was a very dandified and highly exquisite little chap, although a pretty good fellow because he treated me especially well. There's logic! He started with us from Demerara, where his father had landed fifty years ago unable to read, write, or figure except in his head. He was without money, and began as a day laborer, leaving at his death a fortune of $375,000. The son has been well educated, and in twenty years will have demonstrated how much superior to his father it has rendered him, for in that time he will have succeeded in dissipating all the money it required his ignorant old father fifty years to accumulate. You may think this a large undertaking, the son, however, has set about it with the determination born of the sublime confidence of the up-to-date young man in his own abilities.
The passenger we took on proved to be a well knit young American from the Nutmeg State, with a clear and steady blue eye. He had purchased no ticket and this fact displeased the officers of the steamer. As others seemed to view him "on the bias" I kept him company for an hour or more and learned that he has been working the islands for eighteen months buying old brass, copper and iron, and shipping to the States, where it nets a large profit. As few of the islands have roads and the blacks are easily discouraged by heavy work, he said it was a herculean task to get it together for shipment. He had breakfast and lunch with us and transportation to the island of Nevis. As no one else said anything to him at lunch, I addressed a few remarks to him between bites, and he offered to present me with two monkeys. Either I had fascinated him with my between bites conversation or he hoped the offer would stir the envy of my fellow passengers. As the little animals are more useless than cats and dogs, and as I have no desire to monkey with monkeys, I hastily declined. The purser of the ship assessed him $10.60 for services rendered. The Connecticut boy stoutly declared be would see them in—well—in a hotter place than the West Indies, or see them "frittered in two with a dull hand-saw," before be paid, but finally yielded to necessity and handed over the money. He then got into a boat he had hired, and setting his face towards St. Kitts, sailed away with a stiff breeze behind him, never looking back nor bidding us bon voyage. Doubtless there was also a stiff breeze of indignation stirring in his bosom, that for the time being made the blood hammer hard at his heart.
On the island of Nevis a little church on a hill was pointed out as the one in which Lord Nelson, England's greatest fighting admiral, was married. As the sun was hot, and my curiosity was not in proportion to the length and steepness of the ascent, I contented myself with a long squint at it through the binoculars, and hoped the one-armed old sea dog did not afterwards find himself one of those who would rather face the cannon's mouth than the mouth of his West India bride. The mouth of a cannon is not arranged on the perpetual motion plan, and it has to stop sometimes to cool off. Some ladies' mouths talk of their own accord; once set "a going" they clack, clack away without any further thought or attention from the woman. On the Nevis island also are the stone ruins of a four-story palatial residence. It was erected by one of the very few Englishmen who elected to spend on the islands a portion of the wealth garnered there. The building, stables and bathe, which are in separate buildings, are estimated to have cost $500,000. They are on high ground, commanding a wide outlook on the island and an extensive sea view. He kept the place full of merry friends from the old sod, and it may have been in this house that Lord Nelson met the woman he married in the little church on the hill. We made our way on to the roof. It is flat and smooth, made of concrete, and is surrounded by a 3 foot wall. Cheerful after-dinner parties gathered here to fling out into space music and laughter, or to dance by the light of the tropic moon. The massive walls are yet intact, but no vestige remains of windows or doors. In the diningroom a scrawny cow was chewing [seaweed] with closed eyes, to make believe I presume that it was luscious red clover. Chickens had taken possession of one room, and in the remaining ones negroes herd at night. There are hot and cold bath pools—large ones for adults and small ones for children. They were fed by springs which bubbled out from the hillside. The large hot water basin is now the only one in condition to use. The building over it is about 16 by 20 feet. The roof has partially fallen in and the doors and windows have disappeared. The bathing pool is in the basement. As we descended to it two negro girls disappeared quickly through the window hole, leaving their clothes behind them. We could hear their smothered snickers from the scrub into which they had scurried. The pool has a tiled floor and stone walls, and is about eight feet square. From one corner steps descend into it. I put my hand into the water and judged the temperature to be 90 at the edge—110 in the center. The water is about three feet deep. The history of the rise and fall of this once charming home is obscure, and like all histories that are cobwebbed and moth-eaten by time, it doubtless does full justice to the facts it records.
From the last island port to New York we have an unbroken run of nearly fifteen hundred miles. We shall then be exposed to the regular Atlantic swell, and shall also have to cross the Gulf stream. It is probable that we shall at times have strong winds and uppish seas.
The first officer of a steamer which is keeping us company for a half hour, and who expects to reach New York a few days ahead of us, has promised to mail this for me. He and our captain were formerly shipmates on the same vessel.
Give my regards to all the office people. Goodbye,
my son, for, a short time, HARLEM G. JOY. [Print shop foreman, Cortland Standard--CC ed.]
LOCOMOBILE COMPANY
WOULD LIKE TO LOCATE ITS FACTORY IN CORTLAND.
Two of the Heaviest Stockholders Would Like to Have It Here—Would Employ a Thousand Men In Two Years—Fine Machine and Unlimited Field for Its Sale.
A meeting of the Cortland board of trade is called for Fireman's hall at 8 o'clock to-night to consider a proposition that will be brought before it for the location of an extensive factory in this place. Every member of the board and every one interested in the welfare of Cortland is urged to be present.
Last Monday Mr. C. D. Simpson of Scranton and Mr. Herman Bergholtz of Ithaca, officers and directors of the Cortland and Homer Traction company, called on Hon. L. J. Fitzgerald, president of the local board of trade, and said that they represented a new locomobile company that has just been formed in New York with a capital stock of $5,000,000. The other stockholders are all wealthy men of New York, Philadelphia and Ithaca, one of them being Clayton Webb of the Pullman Palace Car Co. They are about to locate a factory somewhere. Some of the other stockholders want to locate in Hoboken and overtures from that city have already been extended toward them. These two gentlemen because of their other interests in Cortland would like to bring the factory to this place. They asked Mr. Fitzgerald to call a meeting of the board of trade that they might present the matter to them, and Mr. Fitzgerald has done so.
Mr. Fitzgerald said to a STANDARD man that the two representatives of the company talked freely with him in regard to their machine and he was wonderfully impressed with the value the industry would be to Cortland or to any place where it might locate. They have the right to manufacture in this country a locomobile that is now made in Germany and which is meeting with great success there. Over eight hundred of them are now in use in that country. One of them has been brought to the United States and has been tested by the United States Express Co. and other companies that use heavy machines, and it has been found to be perfectly satisfactory in every respect. The power is located over the front wheels. A locomobile axle and front wheels with the power can be substituted for the front wheels of any truck and the machine is at once ready for use. Mr. Fitzgerald was informed that the new company has possession of all the patterns for the machine and has already orders for from seventy to one hundred of these locomobiles and will be ready to go to work as soon as a factory can be built and equipped with machinery. Mr. Fitzgerald says that the market for these machines is practically unlimited, and that there is no reason why such a company cannot be employing a thousand men inside of two years.
In reply to the question as to what the company wanted from Cortland to induce them to locate here Mr. Fitzgerald said they wanted a site and perhaps to have some local people take some stock in it. He felt confident that the site could be provided and stock subscribed if Cortland people would take hold of the matter. The time is past when factories will come here on their own account without inducements, for other places are doing all they can to secure desirable companies and plants. Not a great deal is needed from any one, but if all will lend a shoulder to the wheel something may be done. In the first place, everyone interested is urged to come to the meeting to-night to hear what the representatives of the company have to say.
ASSEMBLY PARK.
Tully Lake—Chautauqua Assembly to be Held.
The ninth season of the Central New York Chautauqua assembly will be held at Assembly park, Tully lake, in August, and will begin with "David Harum" day on Friday, Aug 10. Each day from that time till Aug. 26 will have some special attraction. The Chautauqua Round Table under the leadership of Mrs. Elizabeth Snyder Roberts will meet each morning from 10:30 to 12 o'clock from Aug. 11 to 24. The W. C. T. U. school of Methods will be held from Aug. 10 to 16. Further particulars will be given later.
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| Cortland Normal School viewed from Greenbush Street. |
NORMAL CLASS OF '75
Examines the Treasures it Buried a Quarter Century Ago.
A small but enthusiastic representation of the class of '75, Cortland Normal school, met at the residence of Mrs. Annie Davenport Elsom in Cortland on the afternoon of July 13, to examine the contents of their class box buried a quarter of a century ago. The exhumation idea originated with this class, and was taken up afterward by '74 which, containing three strong men, skilled by long practice with the pick and shovel, in spite of the poorest sort of engineering, found their treasure first.
The energetic roots of the birch, under which the box belonging to '75 was buried, had burst its fruitcan and all, consequently only portions of the written articles could be read. Two pages of the history were legible; all the rest were blank. Now and then a line of the poem appeared; but the orations had moulded into oblivion. Printers' ink, however, proved to be a preservative against the disintegration of time. The copies of the Cortland Democrat and The STANDARD and Journal were intact. Jenkins of The Democrat made the usual remarks about Normal commencement. He says: "The hall was filled to overflowing with spectators and we are safe to say that it was the best audience ever assembled in the hall." This was Jan. 29, 1875, but doesn't it sound natural?
Those present at the opening of the box were: Mrs. Annie Davenport Elsom, Mrs. Esther Nye Johnson, Mrs. Annie Barron Whitney, Mrs. Emma Woodmansee Wickwire and Mr. Eudorus C. Kenney.
After dissecting the remains light refreshments were served by Mrs. Elsom.
The committee on post mortem examination suggest that it would be better hereafter to deposit reminiscences in the library, where they may be perfectly preserved and easily brought to light in after years. The custom of burying treasures is a relic of the past, the poetry of which fades rapidly away, as the blisters appear upon the palms of the unfortunate digger. ONE OF THE CLASS.
Baseball Notes.
Umpire Ryan was released from the staff of State league umpires at a meeting of the State association in Utica last night. Utica was most vigorous in its protests against him, and tried hard to get his decision of yesterday's game revoked, the game to be played over. It did not work.
Cortland is now on the docket for playing good ball and is going rapidly to the top. The prospects for maintaining the team are brightening and a wonderful interest is being shown. Cortland knows a good article of ball playing and is pleased with the present team's work.
Yesterday's Utica Press, after commenting on Utica and Rome's tie for first position in the league, very discreetly suggested that Cortland was getting uncomfortably close to Rome. What must be the impression of the Uticans to-day in regard to the relative position of the Utica team and the Wagonmakers?
A FORFEITED GAME.
ELLIS WAS SENT TO THE BENCH AND UTICA REFUSED TO PLAY.
Earl Would Not Play Exhibition Game for $40 Guarantee—Why He Left the Grounds—He Has Won One Game Here in Two Seasons—Features of the Two Innings—Other Games.
Hoddy Earl of the Uticas got beside himself yesterday and took his team off the grounds at the end of the second inning. Ryan had called Ellis out on three strikes, two of which he had swished at, and the third was a fine one. Ellis began to abuse the umpire for calling him out, and Ryan warned him to keep quiet, but he still insisted and was fined. Angered at this, he used objectionable language and was put on the bench. Earl was infuriated at Ryan's ruling and behaved himself in a manner entirely unfitting a player, especially one in his position. The Uticans then refused to play the game out. Manager Roche offered to pay the guaranty if the Uticas would play an exhibition game, but it was of no avail, and Hoddy took his dolls and went away,
The baseball management regrets the scene enacted at Athletic park yesterday. It is just these things that has brought the State league games into disrepute, and an end should be made of them at once. The patrons of the game in Cortland like sport, not rowdyism, and they should have it. Earl showed very unsportsmanlike qualities yesterday, and disgusted all who were present. Perhaps the thought that in the two years he has been bringing his team to Cortland, he has won but one game here had something to do with it. Perhaps he does not smart under this, but his action yesterday indicated that this is a fact. Rain checks were given out when a game could not be arranged.
In the two innings played yesterday, Dean's bagging two hot liners was the feature. Eason was in the box, pitching fine ball and getting superior support.
HOMER.
Gleanings of News from our Twin City.
The following open letter has been handed to us for publication by Rev. L. J. Christler:
SIR—Silently and patiently for no short space of time have I witnessed the flaunting signals every night of the loose liberties, indecent exposures and frightful, drunken brawls on the streets of our town, wrought by unprincipled and unrebuked men, some times by unchaste women. These existing evils and the seeming indifference of the lawful authorities prompt me to ask space in your columns for a word in which to ask the question: When in the ordinary voice and action of this condition of things, street fights, pistol "holdups" robberies, houses of ill fame, immorality and vice are not dealt with according to the spirit or the letter of the teachings of the law, "to whom then shall we go" for protection and deliverance from these elements most poisonous to domestic honor and peace, most corrupting sooner or later to the civil integrity and strength of the town and its people? Please do not misunderstand me. I have said and now repeat, that the church's mission is to deal gently with human nature, not to condemn, but to reclaim fallen man, and for this reason I have heretofore labored quietly within my own sphere. Since living in the heart of the village, however, I have been surprised beyond measure at the loose liberties prevalent in the community and now deem it a duty of my own, not as a clergyman alone, but as a citizen, to call attention to those lamentable facts and to ask if this condition of affairs is to continue to wax and wane, enfeebling and contaminating every better interest, or are these evils to be dealt with by that law and honor which stand for public good and private virtue. If the former, then I prefer to spare myself the characterizing of that style, "citizen of Homer."
L. J. CHRISTLER, Rector of Calvary church.
BREVITIES.
—New display advertisements to-day are—Stowell & Co., Cut Price July Bargains, page 7.
—The Baraca Sunday-school class of the First Baptist church with their wives expect to go to East River for tea tonight, by invitation, at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Wayne Watkins.
—Among the degrees conferred at the fortieth annual commencement of the Illinois Wesleyan university this year was that of Master of Arts upon examination to Rev. John Charles Breckenridge Moyer of Cortland, the pastor of the Homer-ave. M. E. church.
—Presiding Elder Wheeler last night joined in wedlock Hemen W. Goodrich of Virgil, Cortland county, and Matilda Wedge of Trumansburg. The filed certificate says that the groom was a widower, aged 63, and the bride a widow, aged 56.—Ithaca Journal, July 12.
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