Crawfordsville Weekly Journal, Crawfordsville, Montgomery County, 8 June 1894 — Page 6

THE OLD MILL MYSTERY.

By Arthur W. Marchniontt B. A.

Author of "Miser lloadley's Secret,11 "Mad cline I'ower," "l*y Whose Hand/'

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CHAPTER 'XXVIII.

MAT^S WHAT HAPPENED'.TCUAT NIGHT IN THE

MILL*.

Faint and trembling' with fright, Mary hesitated in doubt for a moment how to (jet out of the mill. Knowing1 that both the doors and gates were locked, she thought of the small windows through one of which she liad before intended to try and escape. ller limbs were shaking so violently that she scarce lw»ep her feet, but she made a great effort to regain self-com-mand, and reflecting that perhaps the issue of life and death depended upon her speed, she ran through the long •work-rooms and down the narrow staircase to the corner, where the two or three windows were which overlooked Watercourse lane.

They were closed and fastened, but after a little delay she succeeded in opening one. through which she was able to escape. The rush of the cold night air restored her somewhat.

Without thinking to whom she should go—for she was still too dazed and frightened to think correctly—she ran instinctively in the direction of her own cottage. When she reached it there was a surprise in store for her. Gibeon I'rawle stood by the door.

At the sight of him the girl's intense excitement broke her down. She burst into tears and stood clinging to his arm, sobbing hysterically, unable to speak a word and gasping, as if for air. "What's the matter, Mary?" he asked, wondering and alarmed. "Has anything happened? What is it?"

Then she managed to tell him something of what had occurred and to urge him to go for assistance. "Reuben Gorringe stabbed by Savannah!" he cried, in intense excitement. "IIow came you all there?" "Don't stay to ask now," she said, hurriedly. "Ho for help. Go at once. •I cannot move another step." "She's mad," he cried, breathlessly. "I've traced her. 1 came back to tell you and with this he ran oft' at top speed for a doctor and the police.

The girl looked for a moment after him as he disajipeared in the darkness, then tottered into the cottage and, feeling utterly prostrated and weak, had rnly strength to drag herself to her bed and. sink down upon it exhausted, calling in a feeble voice to her mother to conic and help her. When the latter came the girl had fainted.

Early the next morning Gibeon was at the cottage asking for her, and, although. she was still faint and weak and ill, she dressed herself and went to him. "You are ill." he said, when he saw the pale wan look on her face. "Can you bear to hear news?" "I have come to hear it," she answered. "I can bear anything better than suspense. What happened last night?" only know a little about that. I have other news—good news it should be for you. Can you bear to hear that? I was waiting last night to tell you when you found me here." "What is it? About Torn?" As she asked this alight pink flush just tinged her cheeks, and her eyes brightened. "Yes," lie answered. "I have determined to tell the truth and risk all consequences." "The truth?" cried Mary and her old suspicions concerning him flashed upon her, and showed in the look she bent upon him. "Yes, the truth. Hut it is not what you suspected when I was last here," he answered, observing her look. "You were on the wrong track then, Mary, and I was a fool to be angry instead of just telling .you the whole truth. But I was afraid and the very readiness with which I saw you suspected me, increased my fear of speaking. I wanted to clear Tom in some other way, and without my telling everything. That's why I've been hunting down that girl. Savannah so as you might have a handle over her to make her speak the truth and bear out Tom's story, lint when I got away I began turning things over and I couidn't help remembering that you didn't stop'at a risk to save me that) night in the barn and then I grew wild with myself and soft like at thinking of what you must be suffering with suspense. So I just finished the inquiries I wanted to make about Savannah, and then came back to clear Tom." "You can clear him?" broke in Mary, eagerly. "Yes, I can do that. This ain't been a murder at all. Old Coode didn't die a violent death lie just died suddenly —heart disease, or apoplexy, or something of that sort. Anyways, it wasn't murder." "Not murder!" exclaimed Mary, her face alight with wonderment. "Whyhow do you know? IIow can you know?" "f was in the mill that night." i. "What!" cried the girl, all her suspicions reawakened with redoubled force at these words. ^^'Tbore you Are, that's just it. I see what you're thinking again. It's just because I was afraid of bringing thoughts like yours into everybody's head that I haven't dared to speak. I'll tell you the whole job in a few words. 1 meant cutting it. I was sick of hanging about here doing nothing, and I meant clearing off once for all. But

I'd no coin, and I couldn't go emptyhanded and then as those beggars at the mill had ruined me I determined to try and help myself to a little payment. I know every inch of the place, as you know and on that Friday night, I knew where to start when I wanted to get in. 1 waited till all was right and clear, and made for that window in Watercourse lane. I suppose somebody spotted me—though I didn't t-.co anyone about—and mi

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me for Tom Iloylance. Rut more likely they got put up to it by somebody else, as you'll think when I've tohl you all. Well, I got in easily enough, and made for the office—you know the way—across the blowing-room and up the stairs and through the long rooms where the old machines are running." "I know," said Mary, nodding her head in her eagerness. "I went quietly, of course, and when I got to the doocr of the office I happened to catch a chink of light coming through the keyhole. This gave me a bit of a start, I cam toll you, for I didn't know what the dickens to make of it. I waited a bit, listening like a cat, and couldn't hear a sound. All was still as a tomb. Then remembered the glass door between the two offices, and I crept to the door of Gorringe's room. This was shut, but all seemed dark as death inside so I opened it and went in. It was empty, and I crept on tiptoe and peeped through into the other room, and when I saw what was there you might have knocked me down with a feather." "What was it?" asked Mary, breathlessly, as the other paused a moment. "Old Coode was at the table sitting in bis armchair, with his body doubled forward, and his head resting face downwards on his left arm, which lay on the table. The table itself was littered with papers and books, except in one space near him, where there was any amount of money in gold and silver and notes, which he seemed to have been counting when he had dropped asleep. The sight of that money just woke up the devil in me, and 1 gazed and glared at it and at the man, till I swore I would have some of it, no matter what the consequence might be."

Mary shot a swift and questioning look at him at this. "Wait," he said, noticing it. "Don't be in a hurry to suspect. I told you this was no murder. I waited along time don't know how long. He never moved so much as a finger-nail, and this gave me an idea. I was desperate, and ready to risk his waking. But first I hit on a plan to make sure he was asleep. I scraped my foot and made enough noise to have attracted his attention if lie had been only thinking but not enough to wake him from sleep. lie never moved, and I was glad. I didn't want to hurt him but I meant having the money. "Well, I turned the handle of the door between the two rooms, where I was standing, and to my joy it was unlocked. I opened it, and keeping my eyes riveted on the motionless figure, ready lest he should wake and catch me, I crept up to the table. The first thing I did was to turn down the gas, so that if he should wake it would be less difficult to identify me. Then I made certain that the other door was unlocked, and I left it ajar to render luv escape the easier. Then I turned again to the table, and my eyes gloated over the rich haul I was going to make. I took some gold and silver coins, and crammed them into my pocket, and then, in some clumsy way, 1 touched the right hand which was lying among some papers. The effect of this frightened me nearly out of niy breath. The hand and arm si id slowly off the table, and hung listlessly and nervelessly at the mail's side, while, some papers and coins which the hand had dragged down in falling, clattered and rolled over the lloor in a way that made me start with terror and put myself in a defensive position, expecting each second that he would awaken and discover me." "Did he not?" asked Mar}'. "No: and the strange unnatural stillness made me think there must be something wrong. I went to his side, and bent over him to listen to his breathing. But I heard nothing. Then I ventured to take the hand that hung by his side and laid a finger on his pulse. It was motionless. I thrust my hand then on to his heart. It had stopped. 1 lifted the man's head, gazed into the face. It was set and rigid and white and the eyes were fast glazing with the dullness,of death. The man was as dead as a stone. I dropped the head in horror, and it fell back intj the same position on the left arm. I was alone in the place with a dead man and it flashed on me that if caught robbing the place, they would say 1 had killed him. I grew cautious instantly, and taking only a few more gold coins and as much silver as I could easily carry, I turned to creep from the place of death. Then my blood seemed to freeze within mo, for, when I reached the door, I heard footsteps coming through the mill toward the office."

He stopped and trembled as if in memory of that spasm of fear. "Go on," said Mary, whose interest was intense. "Who was it?" "I didn't know what to do for. th® minute, but with a big effort I managed to creep back into the dark room—Gorringe's office—and just got the door shut and locked, when some one came into the room where the dead man was. He stopped dead on the threshold, as if in surprise at seeing Mr. Coode ther^, and as he stood staring at the still figure by the table, I recognized Reuben Gorringe." "What?" cried Mary. "Reuben Gorringe!" "R&uben Gorringe. Listen. He evidently didn't know what to make of matters but after a moment he went up to the figure.and touched the shoulder, calling his name. I watched him, and then I saw in him the change, which had no doubt shown in me, as it dawned on him gradually that the man was dead. He felt the pulse, laid fiis hand on the heart, and looked into the eyes, as I had done, and then rushed from the room, as I thought, to get assistance," "Well?-' said Mary. "It flashed on me then that I was in a worse fix than ever. If he brought a lot of people there I was sure to be found, and then I should be safe to be convicted of robbery, and perhaps of something a deal worse. I opened the door and ran out after Gorringe, intending to escape the way I had come in, but I had barely crossed the room when I heard him coming back as quickly as he had goneJ I ran back

again liKe a cat. tie naa changed nis mind. I could see that by his face, though I little thought, then, what he meant to do. He was white and stern, and looked as much like a devil as anyone well could. As soon as he came in he began to make the closest examination, evidently to satisfy himself that the other was dead. Then I saw him search among the papers on the table and watched him pick out a lot which he laid on one side." "What papers were tliey'?" burst from the listening girl. "Don't know. Couldn't see that. But he gave the grin of a devil when he was looking at them. He did not look long, however he didn't mean wasting time. As soon as he saw he'd got what he wanted, he shoved 'em in his pocket, and set to work to carry out his plan. He went to one of the cupboards in the place and took out a short broken bar." "Ah, I see now!" ejaculated Mary, unable to restrain her feelings, as she remembered the discovery in Tom's cottage. "Eh? See what?" said Gibeon, breaking off in surprise. "I could see what it was clearly enough because he carried it up to the gas light to examine it. I didn't dream what he meant to do, even then but I soon saw. He turned the body over—it had slipped on to the floor after his close examination of it and then ho got to work and bashed the head and face in with the broken bar with terrific blows, struck with all his force. It was a sickening job to watch, I can tell you. lie seemed to find it bad, too: for as soon as he finished, he shied the things in the room about quickly, to make it look as if there had been a bit of a rough and tumble scrimmage, and turned over the chairs, strewed the papers all over the place, and was just going to turn the lamp out when a thought seemed to strike him. He took the broken iron bar he'd been using, and wrapped it up in some of the papers which he had stuck in his pocket. Then he turned off the gas and pitched the lamp, shade and all, into the general wreck of things that lay strewn all about. After that, he went out and shut the door behind him, and I heard him go out of the mill." "The villain!" exclaimed Mary. "Ah, you'd have said that right enough if you'd been in the fix in which he left me in that night. Not only was I alone with a dead man the place, but with a man that not one in ten thousand could help tliinlcing had been murdered. I nearly died of fright when I thought what would happen to me if I were caught either in the place or getting out of it. I was never so skeered in my life. I crept out of the room, thinking no more about the money, I cau tell you. I just struck a match and had a look at the ghastly work which Gorringe had done and a beastly sight it was. He had just beaten the face and head out of all recognition and I fled away horrified. I got out of the mill somehow, after starting a dozen times and then rushing back in fear. But nobodj- saw me, and I crept into my lodging and into bed. That's what happened on that Friday night in the mill." "What, a villainous traitor!" cried Mary, when the other had finished. "And there he was coming to me all the time, pretending to be full of desire to help me in getting Tom acquitted, although unable to see how he could possibly be innocent. That iron bar he hid in Tom's cottage, wrapped up in the papers whieli were taken from the mill. 'What foul treachery!"

At that moment there was a knock at the door of the cottage, and the sergeant of police, who had more than once shown much friendly sympathy with the girl, and had been present at the interview between her and Tom, came in. "I have news for you, Mary," he said, "some official, some private. Officially, I have to go round at once to the police station to see the superintendent about last night's business. Unofficially, I'll tell you what's up. Mr. Gorringe is all but dead, and he's made a most extraordinary statement to show that Mr. Coode wasn't murdered, but that he, Gorringe, found him dead in the office and knocked in the mill-owner's face that he might seem to have been mm dered and after that, he got to work to plant the whole thing on Tom Roylance, first making up the evidence and then actually gettingliim arrested by having you followed. It's a rum story, and no mistake but it'll free Tom Rovlance, whether it's true or not." "It's true! Here's some one who can bear it out," cried Mary. ••He was in the mill that night, and saw all that happened. He has just told me." "What were you doing there, Gib'eon?" asked the sergeant, suspiciously "turning to him, "Watching Gorringe," was the short, dry answer. "Well, you'd best come along, too." "What about Savannah?" asked

Mary. "She's all right, so far at least as being under lock and key is concerned for, of course, she's locked up. But she's just like a mad woman," said the sergeant. "She may well be like one," exclaimed Gibeon, "for she is one! Her name's Lucy Howell, and she was shut up in Wadsworth asylum and ought to be there now—aye, and would be there, too, if there hadn't been a bit of clumsy fooling on some one's part or other. She's already committed one inurder." "Ah! there's not much doubt about that. Gorringe won't live many ,hours that's the truth. Well, it serves him' right in a way," added the sergeant, sententiously. "He's been using her as his tool for his own purpose. But come, please. The super's waiting 'and supers are apt to be short-tempered .when they're kept waiting, especially .yirhen they've been up a good part of the night, and haven't had breakfast.'

And with that the three went to the police station. CHAPTER XXI*.

TOM

IS

FREE

It made a strange story when all was

known and wnen Alary nad learnt it all, she wondered first that she had not seen throughout the hand that had guided everything, and afterwards that she and Tom had escaped ship wreck.

Reuben Gorringe had planned all. When he had learned that Mary and Tom were to be married he set to work to ruin his rival and separate the two lovers. Knowing the thread of irresolution and susceptibility that ran through Tom Roylance's character, he threw in his way the girl Savannah Morbyn, or. as he knew her, Lucy Howell. lie had known her before she was in the asylum, and hearing of her release just at the moment when he wanted a tool of the kind, he had forced her to do his will by holding his knowledge of her madness and herdread of the asylum over her head. Her great beauty and strange, subtle charm had fascinated Tom against his better sense, as Gorringe had thought they would and under his orders Tom had been lured to the brink of ruin. The books of his secretaryship had been falsified all his savings had been lent to the girl and she it was who. learning where the money of the sick fund was kept.liad stolen it just at the time when, acting on a cunningly given hint from Gorringe, the other men had swooped down and demanded an investigation.

The theft at the mill had also been concocted by Gorringe.and he had instigated Mr. Coode to drive Tom from the village in disgrace. Then it was that, goingby chance to the mill, the manager found the old man dead, and tlie idea had occurred to him of making it seem as if a murder had been committed, suspicion for which ho could fasten on Tom. IIow he carried out the design is known manufacturing bit by bit the evidence in sueli a way that he alone knew it the price of liis silence being the hand of the girl, for love of whom he had planned all.

Savannah Morbyn, or Lucy lTowell, had fallen in love with him. lie had had, therefore, to simulate an affection for her and it was this which had foiled his plans. In consequence of tho pressure which she brought to bear upon him, he had had to force matters to a crisis with Mary, and Lucy Howell, who had often been at the mill at night when the two were laying their plans for Tom's ruin, had followed him on that night, and had thus heard enough of his love for Mary to s^ow her that she herself had been deceived.

Barely had these things been explained to Mary when a messenger came from Gorringe. He was dying and wanted the girl to go to him. At first she was unwilling, remembering all his wrong but afterwards she consented.

He was at the very point of death. That was clear, even to her. His face was pallid, his lips bloodless, and his brow clammy with the dew of death. His eyes, looking unnaturally large and deep sunken beneath their shaggy black brows, were fixed oil the door, and seemed to brighten a little—very little—when the girl entered. His hand, whieli lay on the coverlet, made a faint motion, as lie attempted to raise it but he was too weak to stir it.

She went to him and, answering the appealing look she thought she read in his eyes, bent over him to catch any few faint, feeble words he might wish to be able to say. "Forgive me." The words came very slowly in a voice so low and husky that she could barely hear them. "I forgive you," she said, taking his hands.

His eyes fixed upon her face and his lips moved as if he would have smiled the thanks he could not utter.

Then, after a long pause, he seemed, to gather himself for another effort, and the girl felt his hand move slightly in hers. "Glad to die now," came in a broken whisper. "I love—"

That was all she could hear, but the eyes rested on hers with a more restful and contented look than she had yet seen and they gradually closed. lie had fainted from the effort of even saying so little, and while the n.irse and doctor came to restore him Marv left.

It was better he should die. if only he could be brought to repent and she was glad she had been able to comfort him at the last. She was very thoughtful as she walked home to her cottage to get ready to go to the police court to hear her lover released.

But when she entered the cottage she cried out with delight and surprise, for Tom caught her in his arms and strained her to his breast. •'How is this, Tom? How are you here so soon?" "The magistrates met earlier than they had arranged as soon as the news was known. They thought I had been punished long enough for doing nothing so tkey set me free as soon as possible, and I came here straight to you." "Never to part again, lad, eh?" 6he cried. "Let me get near to your heart." "Never to leave it again, my wife," he said, partly echoing her words.

Within a week they were man and wife—just two days after the wretched woman who had so nearly separated them had been taken back to Wadsworth asylum.

All the village were at the wedding, for everyone seemed anxious to show Bome kind of reparation to Tom for the wrong that had been done in. suspecting him. No one was more eager in this than Mr. Charnley. lie insisted on .arranging for all the little festivities by which the marriage, quiet and simple enough itself, was celebrated by the mill, hands after the bride and bridegroom had gone away on a bridal •holiday which he made them take.

That was only a very small part of what he did. He was determined,hes9/d,

(ithat

Tom should have jome cause to remember with pleasure even the blacktime of the fearful charge made against him and, as compensation for all, he put him in Reuben Gorringe's place .as manager of the mill. And manager ol the old Walkden mill ho is this day. [THE KiiD.1

FACTS BRIEELY STATED.

Scarlet fever is epidemic in Steubenville, O. Five children have died of the disease.

Frank Schroeder, aged 2, accidentally set himself on fire at Lyons, la., and was burned to death.

Business men of Pennsylvania contemplate a trip to Washington to urge action on the tariff bill.

Edward Daniels, a young farmer of Perry Landing, Tex., 'killed three men with whom he had a dispute.

Drought, cold weather and frosts have greatly retarded crops generally in Minnesota. Iowa and Missouri.

II. M. Vaile, who attracted national attention in the star route trials, died in Kansas City of paralysis, aged 08.

Low temperature and a lack of rain are injuring the crops of Illinois. Locusts have appeared in some localities.

Forty-eight grain elevators, the property of the Red River Valley company, will be sold in the interests of the creditors.

Merchants of Milwaukee have asked the newspapers to suppress news concerning smalipox in the interests of business.

New Jersey's supreme court has refused to examine Miss Mary Philbrookc, a woman law student," for admission to tho bar.

James O. Fuqua,' mayor of South Enid, O. T., has failed, and the Farmers' and Merchants' bank, of which he was president, closed its doors temporarily.

THE WAGES OF SIN.

Meted Out ly an IUinoisan to His Mistress and Himself. SPRINGFIELD, 111., June 6.—The most horrible murder and suicide ever enacted in this city took place Tuesday! John Hodges, a laborer, shot and killed his mistress, Mollie Jones, and then killed himself. They had been quarreling for some time, and the woman left Hodges and started a cheap boarding house on North Fifth street. At noon Hodges came to the house and was refused admittance by the woman, but he pushed her aside and, drawing a revolver, commenced shooting at her. Five bullet holes were found in her body and one in his brain. The room in which the murder took place was literally covered with blood and brains. The man left a note which read: "This should be the fate of all lewd and home-wrecking women. Notify P. L. Dobson and Charlies Becker, Pleasant Plains. 111." The woman leaves two small children in almost destitute circumstances.

Two Thousand Cattle Drowned. ST. JOHNS, N. F., June 8.—'Tho Dominion liner Texas, bound from Montreal to Bristol with a general cargo and a,000 cattle and sheep, went ashore in a dense fog at St. Shotts, St. Mary's bay. The members of the crew are all safe, but the cattle were washed overboard and drowned. The vessel is going to pieces. There is no hope of saving it.

Five Chinamen Burned to Death. PORTLAND, Ore., June 0.—An explosion of gasoline occurred Tuesday at the Troy steam laundry. Five Chinamen were burned to death and four others seriously injured, one probably fatally. J. B. Hende rson, one of the proprietors ol the laundry, was badly burned. The building with all its contents was burned. Loss, 8100,000.

War Vessel to Go to Samoa. WASHINGTON, June 0.—A United States war vessel will be dispatched to Samoa within a few weeks. Recent dispatches from the islands indicate that the situation is very critical, with an armed force of natives numerically stronger than the king's army drawn up in battle array and threatening to overturn the government.

Fifteen Frame Buildings Burned. PLEASANTVILLE, la., June 6.—Fifteen frame buildings, comprising three blocks of the largest business houses in the town, burned Tuesday morning. The loss was $75,000 insurance, §30,000. The fire was supposed to have been of incendiary origin.

Destructive Forest Fires Raging VIRGINIA, Minn., June G.— Forest fires are numerous in this section. The town of Mountain Iron barely escaped being burned Sunday, a big fire being all around it. The Duluth, Missabe »fe Northern round house at Hibbing was burned down.

Keeps His Seat.

WASHINGTON, June 6.—The WatsonBlack contested election case from the Tenth district of Georgia was disposed of at the morning's session. The committee, by a unanimous vote, decided that Mr. Black, the sitting member, is entitled to his seat.

i" After Many Years.

CHICAGO, June 0.—Dredgers wor-king off the foot of Addison street found a boiler of the steaaner Lady Elgin,, which went down in September, 1800, causing the loss of 400 lives.

For Congress.

8x, Louis, June 0.-—John Eiggins, of Sparta, Perry county, has been nominated lor congress by the democratio congressional convention of the Twen-ty-first Illinois district.

An Absconder Sentenced.

ASHLAND, Wis., June 6.—Dwighfc R. Dix, who absconded with $2,'J00 of the Armour Packing company's money, was sentenced here to three years in prison.

Honors for a Woman.

PHILADELPHIA, June 6.—Dr. Sarah Hackett Stevenson, of Chicago, was given the degree of doctor of science by the University of Pennsylvania.

Death of a College President. CUAMBEKSBURG, Pa., June C.—Dr. John Edgar, president of Wilsou college, died here from neuralgia of tho heart after a brief illness.

Gov. .Cleaves Renominated.

LEV IS ro? Me., June 0.—The republican state convention has renominated Ilenry Cleaves for governor.

OVER THE STATE.

Telegraphic Dispatches from Various Towns in Indiana.

r' Pollock's Sensational Life.

MUNCIE, Ind., June 6.—A stylish young woman who has a highly sensational record in the matrimonial line attempted suicide while in jail here Monday evening. She has resided here several weeks and introduced herself as Mrs. May Pollock, of Cincinnati. A neighbor reported Mrs. Pollock as unladylike in her ways, which caused May to attack her and a fight resulted. At the age of 1G the woman was the belle of Fayette county, near Washington Court House, O.' Her maiden name was Mahalie Heskitt and the daughter of wealthy parents. She married a prosperous young farmer, George Devolt, but lived with him only three months, when she entered a house of ill-repute in Washington C. H. George got a divorce. She soon came to Indiana and was married to Albert Markham, who moved to Greenville, O. May left him after a year and entered a house in Dayton. Markham got a divorce. She next went to Springfield and married James E. Pollock. He was made chief train dispatcher of the Baltimore & Ohio Southwestern, with headquarters at Cincinnati. They lived happily together for several weeks, when Pollock discovered her waywardness. She then went back to Springfield and took her fourth marriage vow to the present incumbent, John Atkins.

Dedicated a Costly School Building. LOGANSPORT, Ind., June 6.—Logansport dedicated a handsome §50,000 high school building Tuesday with appropriate ceremonies, which were under the auspices of the masonic fraternity. Most Worthy Grand Master Frank Gavin and President George S. Burroughs of Wabash college delivered the addresses of the day. Special trains were run from abash, Anderson, Marion, Crawfordsville, South Bend and other neighboring towns. Over fifty different organizations were in the parade.

Another Iron Hall Dividend. INDIANAPOLIS, Ind., June 6.—Judge Winters has notified Receiver Failey, of the Iron Hall, and his attorne3"s to come into court Thursday morning prepared to assist him in making another distribution of the funds of the order. Judge Winters said that the dilatory methods on the part of the receivers will avail nothing. Judge Winters has not named the amount of the next dividend.,

Knights Klcct Otllccrs.

INDIA NAro i, is, Ind., June 0.—The Indiana grand lodge Knights of Pythias Tuesday elected the following officers:

Grand chancellor. James M. Hatfield. Huntington grand vice chancellor, (J. S. .Veal, Lebanon: grand prelate. Otto Kalb. Jicjorieville grand master at arms, Hrastus I'oacock, Rensselaer grand master of exchequer. \V.

A.

Morris, Frankfort grand keeper of record und seals, Frank Bowers, Indianapolis.

llis Wife His Intended Victim. RICHMOND, Ind., Juno 0.—William Reubeudale was bound over to the circuit court Tuesday under a bond of 81,000 on the charge of burglary and attempted murdei. His intended victim was his young wife from whom he has been separated for some time.

Medal of Honor.

]\In.LGUOVK, Ind., Juno (5.—Jennie Creek, 10 years of age. of this place, has received a medal from the French order, Legion of Honor, for saving a train from destruction.

Alexandria to Have Waterworks. ALEXANDRIA, Ind., June 0.—This city has contracted with C. A. Week, of Boston, to put in a $(50,000 waterworks system, to be completed in four months.

Collins Go to the Penitentiary. INDIANAPOLIS, Ind., Juno 0.—Francis B. Coflin and Percival A. Coffin left for the northern penitentiary Tuesday in charge of deputy United States marshals.

Hanged Herself.

HANNA, Ind., June 0.—Mrs. Cathorina Anderson, aged 85 years, hanged herself here Tuesday.

Cost of the Nicaragua Canal. WASHINGTON, June 6.—Lieut. Menocal, of the navy, was before the house commerce committee Tuesday on the prospects of pushing the Nicaragua canal to completion. lie estimated the cost of the work at a little over 800,000,000, which is several million less than liis estimate of several years ago. Ho said contractors were ready to do the work within the estimates, and the work could be completed in six years. The cut would be from SO to 150 feet wide and 30 feet deep.

Jiroko Up the Club.

ST. PAUL, Minn., June 6.—A number of young men at Cambridge, Minn., some time ago established a club house, as there was no saloon in the place. On Tuesday sixty of the most prominent women in the town battered down the door of the club house, emptied out the. beer in the cellar and ended by tipping the building over.

Deaths from Cholera In tiermauy. BERLIN, June 6. Several deaths from cholera have occurred among raftsmen near Thorn, a town of West Prussia, on the Vistula. There have also been a number of deaths from the disease at Myslowitz, in Prussian Silesia.

Life Sentence for Murder.

BUFFALO, Minn., June 6.—J. G. Nugent, who shot his daughter last February, was brought' before the court and pleaded guilty to murder in the second degree. Judge Elliott sentenced him to the state prison for life.

ludlan Sun Danv'e Is Forbidden. HELENA, Mont., Juno 0.—Gov. Ricards has issued a proclamation forbidding the sun dance of the Coeur Indians at Great Falls. Local authorities are directed to take the steps necessary to enforce the inhibition.