Crawfordsville Weekly Journal, Crawfordsville, Montgomery County, 7 June 1895 — Page 7

WRING NECK,

Mrs. Lizzie Beckner is very poorly a this writing. Mrs. Lizzie Wisehart arid children have the measles.

Decoration Day at Darlington drew largely from here.J Children's day at Campbell's chapel next Sunday night.

Ethel Pierce, of Lafayette, visited at Jim Evan's over Sunday. Howard Gillis and Arch Jackman were at Thorntown Saturday.

Mrs. Myrtle Shoemaker and Hazel are visiting at Wallie Peterson s. Mrs. Eliza Cox, of Darlington, is visiting her son, Elisha Cox, and family.

Oren Cox is with Wring Neck friends again after a tussle with the measles. Jim Jackman, our supervisor, is working and otherwise repairing our roads.

Several of the farmers are hauling water from the creek as their wells have gone dry.

GALLAGHER SAS W£LL.

Mrs. Harriette Barnhart is on the sick list. Children's day at Otterbein was well attended.

Joseph Gillis visited home folks Saturday evening. Willie Davis purchased a new organ of Mr. Hughes, at Crawfordsville, this week.

Joseph Talbot and wife and Miss Edwards, of Crawfordsville, visited Peter Barnhart Tuesday evening.

There will be an ice cream festival at the Shady Nook school house Saturday night. Everybody is invited.

Andrew Gillis and daughter, Mary, visited the former's daughter, Mrs. Cicero Perkins, at Yountsville, last week.

What they say: That Isaiah Busenbark was down to Mr. Beck's Sunday evening to see Miss Emma Beck and that Miss Cordy llutts, of Crawfordsville, visited Miss Susie Barnhart Sunday.

SMAKTSBURG.

Farmers are still replanting corn. Lon Tenant's house is almost completed.

Marcus Mote, of Garfield, was here on Sunday. Thurston & Son are digging themselves a well.

Preaching at the Baptist church next Sunday morning. Miss Grace Long returned from Lebanon last Friday.

Miss Minnie Martin has been suffering with the sore throat. The meeting held by Rev. Shuey last Saturday night was very well attended.

Rev. Kerr will preach here the fourth Sunday morning and evening. Master Ross White and little sister. Clara, of Urbana, 111., are visiting Mrs. Greene.

Children's Day will be observed at this place Sunday evening, June 9th. All are invited.

Abe Foust and family, of Garfield, spent Sunday with his brother Joe Foust of this place.

Mrs. Fannie Lenningham and daughter,'Hazel of Franefort, are visiting relatives at this place.

Mr. Thurston says that since he has had thej mill repaired he can grind 100 bushels of feed a day.

Quite a number from here attended the children's exercises at Gravelly Run, and report a good time.

Rev. Eigoff, of Indianapolis, will hold services at the Christian church next Sunday afternoon at 2:30.

Miss Ina Felton, of Crawfordsville, spent Saturday night and Sunday with Misses Lida and Josie Greene.

WJSLXSVILL.E.

Children's Day at Mace Sunday. People are still replanting corn. Wm. Kise is building a new wire fence.

There will be an ice cream festival at Mace in two weeks. Harry Freeman and Chas. Sanford are painting Mr. Peck's barn.

Mrs. Cora Logan, of Sheridan, is visiting her parents at this place. There was thought to be burglars at John Walkup's the other night.

Mr. Rice, the insurance agent of Crawfordsville, was here Monday. T. R. Lockridge and family spent last Sunday with Emmet Finch and wife.

Some from here attended the graduating exercises at Darlington last night.

Miss Florence Brent, of Pittsboro, is visiting her sister, Mrs. Perry, at this place.

Melvin Foust and Bogus Colemen are cutting wood for J. M. Walkup this week.

Frank Broach steps mighty high. It is a newly born girl weighing twelve pounds.

Some of the young folks from here attended children's exercises at Gravelly Run last Sunday night and report a pleasant time.

The Hessian fly is getting away with the wheat crop as well as the dry weather. It looks like a poor chance for a crop in this locality.

LINDEN.

A little shower Tuesday afternoon settled the dust. Corn planted of late is doing well considering the time of year when planted.

J. M. Croy has added a stock of groceries and confectionaries to his restaurant.

Mrs. George Fields loaded up her household goods Monday, and went t.o join her husband at Fail-grange, 111., Tuesday.

It is said that to do away with the sale of liquor in Linden would cause dog-fenel to grow on our streets. Well, we will take dog-fenel, for we can cut it down and burn it.

Charles Killen, of New Richmond, drove up here some time ago after some drummers. What is the matter with our liverymen that they cannot do the driving for the travelling men?

Some men in the well drilling business are putting down a tubular well for Mrs. Lucy Graves. She does not believe in drinking surface water.

Others would do as she is doing if they were only able. Shame on the man that has boys growing up that would not put his name to a remonstrance against the sale of liquor in his town. Yet there are men that think it all wrong to do anything against the sale of liquor as a beverage.

Most of the members of the Law and Order League of this township attended the commissioners' court Friday to tell what they knew about the way the saloon men of this place violate the law, in order to prevent the saloon keepers from obtaining license for another year.

Fred Weigand, well known in this county as a school teacher, spent a few days at this place, stoping with his old friend, .1. S. Bennett, who is keeping the Temperance. Fred is selling Quashacups and star linament during the hot weather, but ma3' go into the harvest field for a change.

The decorating of the soldiers' graves was done without any ceremony by the old soldiers and, citizens, and will be kept up as long as any of the boys that wore the blue are living. Then the sons will take charge of the work. We favor having a meeting next year in time to arrange for and carry out a programme, and have the secret orders assist in the decorating.

To the Editor The Journal. Will you please give space in your valuable paper for a few lines regarding this place. Since it has had a name it has been a respectable village and had a good name abroad. It maintained its good name until about eight or nine years ago, when the people allowed a saloon to startup and run here and since that time Linden has been retrograding. There has been gambling of all kinds going on here, whiskey selling on Sundays and on legal holidays and the saloon has been kept open until after midnight. There has been money lost, so it is reported. Men have been held up, robbery has been committed, but no one has'been killed as yet. But things have assumed a different shape of late. So much violation of law has caused the good people of our township to organize a Law and Order League for the suppression of all lawlessness that may be brought to light, consequently the saloon men are not having as easy times as they first had and we hope to be able to be the means of no S'icense being granted to retail liquor in our township. And now, Mr. Editor, drive up to our village some moonlight Monday night at 9 o'clock and you will find from thirty to sixty law abiding people who will give you the right hand of fellowship and welcome you. CITIZEN.

CURRENT EVENTS.

A call has been issued for a silver tonvention at Topeka, Kan., June 18. Atlanta, Ga., will endeavor to get one of the national political conventions.

The miners of the Gloucester (O.) district have decided to accept the fifty-one-cent scale.

Jacob Dahlstrom and Frank Alger were made blind by a premature blast at Two Harbors, Minn.

Allen Paxton, aged 9, and Daniel Ashbaugh, aged 3, were drowned at Akron, O., while wading.

At least 1.500 delegates have been appointed to the silver convention, which meets at Memphis, Tenn., June 20.

Henry P. Schwartz, a merchant and a member of the firm of Charles W. Schwartz & Co., carpet manufacturers, Philadelphia, Pa,, committed suicide. Continued illness was the cause.

John Mullock, of Fountain Hill, Pa., was shot and instantly killed by Jacob Lucky, in the presence of the former's 11-year-old son. The murderer then committed suicide.

LIBERTY AS TO FAITH.

Congress of Unsectarlan Creeds Assemble* in Chicago.

CHICAGO, June 5.—"TO unite in a larger fellowship such existing liberal societies as are in sympathy with the movement toward undogmatic religion to foster the organization of unsectarian churches and to develop the church of humanity."' Such is the object of the American congress of liberal religious societies which held its opening session Tuesday night in Sinai temple, Indiana avenue and Twenty-first street. The delegates present represented thirty-five societies, scattered from Massachusetts to Dakota. Addresses were made by Rabbis Ilirsh and Stolz, of Chicago Rev. Dewliurst, of Indianapolis Rev. Dr. J. M. Pullman, of Lynn, Mass., and Rev. Dr. H. VV. Thomas, of Chicago.

FOUR LOST.

Two Women and Th«lr Babes Drowned In Wyoming.

DOUGLASS, Wyo., June 5.—While orossing Laprele creek, 12 miles west of Douglass, Tuesday morning, a wagon containing a party of eight people was upset by the swollen waters. Mrs. Bert Elder and baby and Mrs. William Powell and child were drowned.

Formal Transfer of Formosa.

LONDON, June 5.—The Morning Post prints a dispatch from Shanghai saying that Li Chang Pang and John W. Foster have returned to that city from Formosa. Mr. Foster stated that the formal transfer of Formosa to the Japanese was effected at Kee-Lung on June 2, when the necessary documents were exchanged. Admiral Kabayama acting on the part of the Japanese govern meat. Mr. Foster will probably return to the United (states by the first steamer.

Japitnese (jooley Labor.

PLEABANTON, Cal., June 5.—United States Immigration Commissioner Stradley and Labor Commissioner Fitzgerald began an investigation of the Japane.se cooley labor question Tuesday. Stradley has b'een instructed from Washington to probe the matter thoroughly, and if any guilty parties are found to punish them. Eighty farmers and Japanese laborers havo been subpienued. They gave testimony showing that many Japs are in California as contract laborers.

THE SIGN OF THE FOUR.

BY CONAN DOYLE.

"Very clcarly.'' "Now, what could Jonathan Small do? He could only continue to keep a secret watch upon the efforts made to find the treasure. Possibly he leaves England and only comes back at intervals. Then comes the discovery of the garret, and he is instantly informed of it. We again trace the presence of some confederate in the household. Jonathan, with his wooden leg, is utterly unable to reach the lofty room of Bartholomew Sholto. He takes with him. however, a rather curious associate, who gets over this difficulty, but dips his naked foot into creosote, whence come Toby, and a six-mile limp for a half-pay officer with a damaged Achillis tendo." "But it was the associate, and not Jonathan, who committed the crime." •'Quite so. And rather to Jonathan's disgust, to judge by the way he stamped about when he got into the room. He bore no grudge against Bartholomew Sholto, and would have preferred if he could have been simply bound and gauged. He did not wish to put his head in a halter. There was no help for it, however: the savage instincts of his companion had broken out, and the poison had done its work: so Jonathan Small left his record, lowered the treasure-box to the ground, and followed it himself. That was the train of events as far as I can decipher them. Of course as to his personal appearance he must be middle-aged, and must be sunburned after serving his time in such an oven as the Andamans.

His height is readily calculated from the length of his stride, and we know that he was bearded. His hairiness was the one point which impressed itself upon Thaddeus Sholto when he saw him at the window. I don't know that there is anything else." "The associate?" "Ah, well, there is no great mystery in that. But you will know all about it soon enough. How sweet the morning air is! See how that one little cloud floats like a pink feather from some gigantic flamingo. Now the red rim of the sun pushes itself over the London cloudbank. It shines on a good many folk, but on none, I dare bet, who are on a stranger errand than you and I. How small we feel with our petty ambitions and strivings in the presence of the great elemental forces of nature! Are you well up in your Jean Paul?" "Fairly so. I worked back to him through Carlyle." "That was like following the brook to the parent lake. He makes but one curious but profound remark. It is that the chief proof of man's real greatness lies in his perception of his own smallness. It argues, you see, a power of comparison and of appreciation which is in itself a proof of nobility. There is much food for thought in Richter. You have not a pistol, have vou?" "I have my stick." "It is just possible that we may need something of the sort if we get into their lair. Jonathan I shall leave to you, but if the other turns nasty I shall shoot him dead." He took out his revolver as he spoke, and. having loaded two of the chambers, he put it back into the right hand pocket of his jacket.

We had, during this time, been following the guidance of Toby down the half-rural, villa-lined roads which lead to the metropolis. Now, however, we were beginning to come among continuous streets, where laborers and dockmen were already astir, and slatternly women were taking down shutters and brushing doorsteps. At the squaretopped corner public houses business was just beginning, and rough-looking men were emerging, rubbing their sleeves across their beards after their morning wet. Strange dogs sauntered up, and stared wonderingly at us as we passed, but our inimitable Toby looked neither to the right nor to the left, but trotted onwards with his nose to the ground and an occasional eager whine, which spoke of a hot scent.

We had traversed Streatham, Brixton, Camberwell, and now found ourselves in Ivennington lane, having borne away through the side streets to the east of the Oval. The men whom we pursued seemed to have taken a curiously zigzag road, with the idea probably of escaping observation. They had never kept to the main road if a parallel side street would serve their turn. At the foot of Ivennington lane they had edged away to the left through Bond street and Miles street. Where the latter turns into Knight's place Tobcy ceased to advance, but began to ruu backwards and forwards with one ear cocked and the other drooping, th» very picture of canine indecision. Then he waddled round in circles, looking up to us from time to time, as if to ask for sympathy in his embarrassment. "What the deuce is the matter with the dog?" growled Holmes. "They surely would not take a cab or go off in a balloon." "Perhaps they stood here for some time," I suggested. "Ah! it's all right. He's off again." said my companion, in a tone of relief.

He was, indeed, off, for, after sniffive- round again, he suddenly made uu his minct, ana ciartea away witn an energy and determination such as he had not yet shown. The scent appeared to be mueli hotter than before, for he had not even to put his nose on the guound, but tugged at his leash, and tried to break into a run. I couitl see by the gleam in Holmes' eyes that he thought we were nearing the end of our journey.

Our course now ran down Nine Elms until we came to Broderiek & Nelson's large timber yard, just past the White Eagle tavern. Here the (log, frantic with excitement, turned down through the side gate into the inclosure, where the sawyers were already at work. On the dog raced through sawdust and shavings, down an alley, round a passage, between two wood-piles, and finally, with a triumphant yelp, sprang upon a large barrel, which still stoop

upon the lianct-troiley on which it had been brought. With lolling tongue and blinking eyes, Toby stood upon

TOBY STOOD UPON THE CASK.

the cask, lookhig from one to the other of us for some sign of appreciation. The staves of the barrel and the wheels of the trolley were smeared with dark liquid, and the whole air was heavy with the smell of creosote.

Sherlock Holmes and I looked blankly at each other, and then burst simultaneously into an uncontrollable fit of laughter.

CHAPTER VIII.

THK BAKEU STREET IUREGCXARS. "What now?" I asked. "Toby has lost his character for infallibility." "He acted according to his lights," said Holmes, lifting him down from the barrel and walking him out of the timber yard. "If you consider how much creosote is carted about London in one day, it is no great wonder that our trail should have been crossed. It is much used now, especially for the seasoning of wood. Poor Toby is not to blame." "We must get on the main scent again, I suppose." "Yes. And, fortunately, we have no distance to go. Evidently what puzzled the dog at the corner of Knight's place was that there were two different trails running in opposite directions. We took the wrong one. It only remains to follow the other."

There was no difficulty about this. On leading Toby to the place where he had committed his fault, he cast about in a wide circle, and finally dashed off in afresh direction. "We must take care that he does not now bring us to the place where the creosote barrel came from," I observed. "I had thought of that. But you notice that he keeps on the pavement, whereas the barrel passed down the roadway. No, we are on the true scent now."

It tended down towards the riverside, running through Belmont place and Prince's street. At the end of Broad street it ran right down to the water's edge, where there was a small, wooden wharf. Tobv led us to the very edge of this, and there stood whining, looking out on the dark current beyond. "We are out of luck," said Holmes. "They have taken to a boat here." Several small punts and skiffs were lying about in the water and on the edge of the wharf. We took Toby round to each in turn, but, though he sniffed earnestly, he made no sign.

Close to the rude landing stage was a small brick house, with a wooden placard swung out through the second window. "Mordecai Smith" was printed across it in large letters, and, underneath: "Boats to hire by the hour or day." A second inscription above the door informed us that a steam launch was kept—a statement which was confirmed by a great pile of coke upon the jetty. Sherlock Holmes looked slowly round, and li is face assumed an ominous expression.

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fellows are sharper than I expected. They seem to have cohered their tracks. There has, I fear, been preconcerted management here."

He was approaching the door of the house, when it opened, and a little curly-headed lad of six came running out. followed by a stoutish. red-faced woman with a large sponge in her hand. "You come back and be washed. Jack, she shouted, "t ome back, vou young imp. For if your father comes home and finds you like that, he'll let us hear of it.'' "Dear little chap!" said Holmes, strategically. "What a rosy-cheeked young rascal! Now, Jack, is there anything you would like?"

The youth pondered for a moment. "I'd like a shillinV .said he. •Nothing you would like better'''

I'd like two shilliu' better." the prodigy answered, after some thought. Here you are. then! Catch—-A tine child, Mrs. Smith!" "Lor'bless you. sir. he is that, and forward, lie gets a most too much for me to manage, 'speciality when my man is away days at a time." "Away, is he?" said Holmes, in a disappointed voice. "1 am sorry for that, for 1 wanted to speak to Mr. Smith." "lies been away since yesterday mornin", sir. and. truth to tell. 1 am beginnin' to feel frightened about him. But if it is about a boat, sir, maybe 1 could serve as well." "'1 wanted to hire his steam launch." "Why. bk:K you. sir. it is in the steam launch that he.lias gone. That's what puzzles me: for 1 know there ain't more coals in her than would take her to about oolwich and back. If he'd been away in the barge I'd ha' thought uothin": for many a time a job has taken him as far as Gravescnd. and then if there was much doin' there he might ha' litayed over. But what good is a steam iaunch without coals?"' "Pie might have bought some at a wharf down the river." "lie might, sir. but it "weren't his way. Many a time I've heard him call out at the prices they charge for a few odd bags. Besides, I don't like that wooden-legged man. wi' his ugly face and outlandish tyik. What did lie

want always KnocKin1 aoout nere tor?""A wooden-legged inn iid Holmes, with bland surprise. "Yes, sir, a brown, monkcv-faccd chap that's called more'n once ior my old man. It was him that roused him up yesternight, and, what's more, my man knew he was eomin", for he hail steam up in the launch. I tell you (straight, sir, I don't feel easy in my taind about it." "But, my dear Mrs. Smith," said Holmes, shrugging his shoulders, "you arc frightening yourself about nothing. llow could you possibly tell that it was the wooden-legged man who came in the night? 1 don't quit.o understand how you can be so sure." "His voice, sir. I knew his voice, which is kind o' thick and foggy. He tapped at the winder—about three it would be. 'Show a leg, matey,' says he: 'time to turn out guard.' My old man woke up Jim—that's my eldest— and away they went, without so much as a word to me. I could hear the wooden leg clackin' on the stones." "And was this wooden-legged man alone?" "Couldn't say, I am sure, sir. I didn't hear no one else." "I am sorry, Mrs. Smith, for I wanted a steam launch, and I have heard good reports of the— Let. me see, what is her name?" "The Aurora, sir." "Ah! She's not that old green launch with a yellow line, very broad In the beam?" "No, indeed. She's an trim a little thing as any on the river. She's been fresh painted, black with two red streaks." "Thanks. I hope that you will hear soon from Mr. Smith. I am going down the river and if I should see anything of the Aurora I shall let him know that you are uneasy. A black funnel, you say?" "No, sir. Black with a white band." "Ah, of course. It was the sides which were black. Good morning,

Mrs. Smith. There is a boatman here with a wherry, Watson. We shall take it and cross the river." "The main thing with people of that sort," said Holmes, as we sat in the sheets of the wherry, "is never to let them think that their information can be of the slightest importance to you. If you do, they will instantly shut up

"I'M SORRY, MRS. SMITH, FOR I WASTED A STEAM LATJNCU."

like an oyster. If you listen to them under nrotest. as it were vou are verv likely to get what you want." "Our course now seems pretty clear," said I. "What would you do, then?" "I would engage a launch and go down the track of the Aurora." "My dear fellow, it would be a colossal task. She may have touched at any wharf on either side of the stream between here and Greenwich. Below the bridge there is a •perfect labyrinth of landing-places for miles. It would take you days and days to exhaust them, if you set about it alone." "Employ the police, then." "No. I shall probably call Athelney Jones in at the last moment. lie is not a bad fellow, and I should not like to do anything which would injure him professionally. But I have a fancy for working it out myself, now that we have gone so far." "Could we advertise, then, asking for information from wharfingers?"' "Worse and worse! Our men would know that the chase was hot at their heels, and they would be off out of the country. As it is, they are likely enough to leave, but as long as they think they are perfectly safe they will be in no hurry. Jones' energy will be of use to us there, for his view of the case is sure to push itself into the daily press, and the runaways will think that everyone is off on the wrong scent." "What are we to do. then?" I asked, as we landed near Millbank penitentiary. "Take this hansom, drive home, have some breakfast, and get an hour's sleep. It is quite on the cards that we may be afoot to-night again. Stop at the telegraph office, cabby! We will keep Toby, for he may be of use to us vet."

We pulled up at the Great Peter street post office, and Holmes dis at is re W think that is to? he asked, as we resumed our journey. "I am sure I don't know." "You remember the Baker street division of the detective police force whom I employed in the Jefferson Hope case?" "Well," said 1, laughing. "'I his is just the ease where they might be invaluable. If th"/ fail, 1 have other resources but I shall trv them first. That wire was to my dirt little lieutenant, Wiggins, and 1 "expect that he and his gang will be with us before we have finished our breakfast."

It was between eight and nine o'clock now, and I was conscious of a strong reaction after the successive excitements of the night. I was limp aim weary, befogged in mind and fatigued in body. I had not the professional enthusiasm which carried my companion on, nor could I look at the matter as a mere abstract intellectual problem. As far as the death of Bartholomew SkqlLo

went, I had nearn little good ot him,' and could feel no intense antipathy to his murderers. The treasure, however, was a different matter. That,, or part'' of it. belonged rightfully to Miss" Morstau. While there was a chance of recovering it, I was ready to, devote my life to the one object. True, if I found it. it would prob nbly put her forever beyond my reach. Yet it would he a petty and! selfish love which would be in flue need by such a thought as that. If Holmes could work to find the criminals, I had1' a tenfold stronger reason to urge mo on to find the treasure.

A bath at Baker street and a complete change freshened me up wonderfully. When I came down to our room' I found the breakfast laid and Holmes) pouring out the coffee. "Here it is," said he, laughing and] pointing to an open newspaper. "The energetic Jones and the ubiquitous reporter have fixed it up between them. But yow-have had enough of the case.' Better have your ham anil eggs first."

I took the paper from him and read the short notice, which was headvo: "Mysterious Business at Upper Noiwood." "About twelve o'clock last night." said the Standard, "Mr. Bartholomew Sholto, of Pondicherry lodge, Upper Norwood, was found dead in his room under circumstances which poiut to foul play. As far as we can learn, no actual traces of violence were found upon Mr. Sholto's person, but a. valuable colldbtion of Indian gems which the deceased gentleman had inherited from his father has been carried off. Tlio discovery was first made by Mr. Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson, who had called at tlio house with Mr. Thaddeus Shalto, brother of the deceased. By a singular piece of good fortune Mr. Athelney Jones, the well-known member of tlio detective police force, happened to bo at the Norwood police station, and was on the ground within half an hour of the first alarm. Ilis trained and experienced faculties were at once directed towards the detection of the criminals, with the gratifying result that the brother, Thaddeus Sholto, has already been arrested, together with the housekeeper, Mrs. Bernstone, an Indian butler named Lai Rao, and a porter, or gatekeeper, named McMurdo. It is quite certain that the thief or thieves were well acquainted with the house, for Mr. Jones' well-known technical knowledge and his powers of minute observation havo enabled him to prove conclusively that the miscreants could not havo entered by the door or by the window, butmust have made their way across tho roof of the building, and so through a trapdoor into a room which communicated with that in which the bodj was found. This fact, which has been very clearly made out, proves conclusively that it was no mere haphazard burglary. Tho prompt and energetic action of the officers of the law shows the great advantage of the presence on such occasions of a single vigorous and masterful mind. We cannot but think that it supplies an argument to those who would wish to see our detectives more decentralized, and brought, into closer' and more effective touch with the cases which it is their duty' to investigate." W .' "Isn't it gorgcrius!" said Holmes, grinning over his coffee cup. "What do you think of it?" "I think that we have had a close shave ourselves of being arrested for the crime." "So do I. I wouldn't, answer for our safety now, if he should happen to have another of his attacks of energy." v-

At this moment there was a loud ring at the boll, and I could hear Mrs. Hudson. our landlady, railing her voice in a wail of post illation und dismay. "Ily heaven. Holmes," I said, half rising, "1 believe that they are rca after us." "No. it's not quite so bad as that It is the unofficial force -the !i:ikor street irregulars."

As he spoke, there came a swift pattering of naked feet upon the stairs, a clatter of high voices, and in rushed a dozen dirty and ragged little streetArabs. There was some show of discipline among them, despite their tumultuous entry, for they instantly drew up in line and stood facing ua with expectant faces. Gnu of Iheir number, taller and older than tho others: stood forward with an air of lounging superiority which was very funny in such a disreputable little scarecrow. "Got your message, si,-,"' said he, "and brought 'em on sharp. Three bob and a tanner tor ticueis. "Here you are," said Holmes, producing some silver "In future they can report to you. Wiggins, and you to me. I cannot have the house invaded in this way However, it is just as well that you should all hear the instructions. I want to find the whereabouts of a steam launch called the Aurora, owner Mordecai Smith, black with two red streaks, funnel black with a white band. She is down the river somewhere. I want one boy to be at Mordecai Smith's landing-stage opposite Millbank to say if the boatconies back. Vou must divide it out among yourselves, and do both banks thoroughly.1 Let me know the moment you havo news. Is that all clear?" "Yes, guv'nor," said Wiggins. 1 he old scale of pay, and a guinea to the boy who finds the boat. Here's a day in advance. Now off you go!" lie handed them a shilling each, and away they buzzed down the stairs, and I saw them a moment later streaming down the street.

(TO UK CONTlNUIiD.).

Hli'flinii of 'I ruslci'x.

I.heie will be an election hold on the sth day of June. lS0f. at 2 o'clock p. m. at Liberty Christian church, seven miles northwest of rrawfordsville, for the purpose ol select ing..three trustees of the church to serve for a term of five venIT. Avih OUCK. Clerk.

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