We are having Indian summer in all its beauty and loveliness. This fine weather is good for business, which is active throughout the city.
Squire Ranson yesterday united two loving couples in the bonds of wedlock.
"Four souls with but one pair of thought,
Four hearts that beat as two."
"Four souls with but one pair of thought,
Four hearts that beat as two."
Last night, Harry St. Clair and James McCabe opened the Crystal Palace saloon and restaurant under Watkins' Bank, corner of Second and Main streets, with a regular old-fashioned "blow out." They invited the members of the press and their particular friends to a repast of oysters in every style of preparation, and other choice viands, and the whole was accompanied with that delicious inspiration for the sparkling champagne. Many were present and partook of the hospitalities of the gentlemen mentioned and we doubt not that the Crystal Palace will become a favorite resort for the lovers of good eating and choice drinking.
Old papers, suitable for wrapping, for sale at this office.
The miserable scribblers, who hang upon the verge of journalism by an inscrutable provision of Providence which permits papers to be published in such places as Leavenworth and St. Joe, still repeat their stale falsehoods regarding Kansas City.
Yesterday afternoon Officer Halpin attempted to arrest a brawny fellow, who was making a disturbance on Third street, near Grand avenue. But the man showed fight, and tried to disable and disarm the policeman. But his effort proved a disastrous failure. In self-defense, Halpin drew his "billy" and struck the big assailant on the head. The man was severely hurt by the blow and bled profusely. He gave up the contest and went quietly to the calaboose.
Mr. Samuel Hartman of this city, was lately at Olathe, and was presented with two cabbages raised in that vicinity. The united weight of the two was forty-two pounds. This is a good item for the cabbage heads of the Leavenworth press. They are welcome to it.
Hazelep & White, south side of the Public Square,, have constantly on hand fruits, fresh Baltimore oysters, and game of all kinds -- ducks, quails, antelope -- in short, whatever you want.
On the Levee yesterday a very small and very dirty-faced household angel aged about three years, sat down in the middle of the street to quietly devour a section of ginger bread, when a sow, feeling in need of a lunch, came up and most insolently proposed to assist in the disposal of the unctuous viand, when the child's maternal first cause came to the rescue and abruptly terminated the suspicious piece of effrontery.
