Crawfordsville Weekly Journal, Crawfordsville, Montgomery County, 18 October 1895 — Page 6

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FRIDAY, OCTOBER 18. 1895.

THERE are but six counties in Indiana under the toll road system.

GREAT expounders of protection to home industry, like Henry Clay, were not manufacturers nor interested pecuniarily in factories. But they were patriots.

TRUSLER rhymes with hustler and Taggart with braggart, which would seem to indicate that there is nothing in poetry.—Logansport Journal.

No, as in this case Taggart proved to be the hustler, and Trusler the braggart.

THE reports go to show that a large proportion of the big corn crop will be fed to cattle and hogs, instead of being sold at unremunerative prices. This is the true policy for the farmers, and they cannot fail to profit by it.

THE Democrats of Nebraska are "getting together" rapidly. The free silver Democrats of that State have .applied to the Supreme Court for an injunction to prevent the sound money element of the party from using the word "Democratic" on the official ballot.

FEW people have a full conception of the extent of the building stone industry in the United'States. A report just issued by the Geological Survey shows that the quarry value of the stone produced in 1894 was 837,377,816, of which $33,000,000 was used for the construction of buildings. It is stated that the stone production of Indiana is greater in value than the State's wheat crop. .•

UNDER the McKinley law the import of shoddy amounted to $210,404. Durthe same period under the Gorman law, the imports were $17,666,565. The Gorman law encourages (the Importation of shoddy to the detriment of the American wool growers. This shoddy is palmed off on the consumers of sheep clothing as pure wool. How do the American sheep raisers and the buyers of cheap clothing like it?

ABOUT the only speeches Hon. E. V. Brookshire made while he was a member of Congress was his wool speech in which he prophesied that by placing wool on the free list would advance the price, and therefore the farmer who raised sheep was interested in having free wool. In reply to him and all free traders like him protectionists said that it would cheapen wool here and advance it abroad. One has but to look at the market reports now to see that the protectionists were right.

THE grand jury at Chattanooga, Tenn., has indicted the local board of fire underw-iters as a trust and warrants have been issued for the arrest of the members of the board. The result will be watched with interest by the people of this State. If the insurance combination is not a trust it would be hard to define the meaning of the woru. In character it is the most villianous in the country. It permits no competition and holds the people by the throat simply because they can't help themselves.

IN REPLY to a question from one of his hearers at Elvria Saturday afternoon, Gov. Foraker gave this reason for styling the present tariff law the Wilson bill: "I will tell you why I call it the Wilson bill. The bill that was introduced in the House was introduced by Professor Wilson, of the great manufacturing State of West Virginia. It was a purely tariff reform, British, free-trade bill. When it went to the Senate a number of Senators, such as Brice, Gorman and others, said this will not do. If we pass this some of our constituents will not like it, and we will not get back. So they went to work and made 634 amendments, every one in the line of protection, so the bill is just 634 times as good as it was when it was presented by Mr. Wilson. I call it the Wilson bill because he was the first drafter of the law, though it is more commonly called the Brice-Gorman act, because they had 6R4 times as much to do with it as Mr. Wilson."

PROF. JAMES BRYCE, M. P., the eminent English statesman whose book, "The American Commonwealth," is -recognized as the fairest study of American institutions ever made by a foreigner, has written a paper for the November number of the Century on "The Armenian Question." Prof. Brice declares that the European pow­

ers are morally responsible for the sufferings of the subjects of Turkey the extent "that they have kept in b. ing a monarchy which has long sir c.* deserved to perish, and which would long since either have fallen to pieces by its own weakness, or have bt-en conquered and annexed by one of its neighbors." He thinks that to try to reform the Turkish monarchy is like trying to repair a ship with rotten ti bers. Prof. Bryce says that the pos., -.-'•erica with regard to Turkey is a strong one, because she cannot have any selfish motive or awaken any jealousy among the powers. Her gunboats should appear promptly whenever the rights of her citizens and the safety of their educational establishments are threatened. A note from the Duke of Westminster on the same subject is also printed in the number.

THE profound change of the foreign policy of the administration has raised the question in the minds of many people whether or not President Cleveland played false to Secretary Gresham. The Chicage Times-Herald discusses °the question editorially and leaves the impression that such was the case, and calls attention to the speech delivered by Don M. Dickinson at Detroit last year in which he savagely attacked the foreign policy of the State Department. Mr. Dickinson, according to William E. Curtis, delivered that speech with the President's knowledge and approval. That is to say, Grover Cleveland, President of the United States, entered into an intrigue with a man of his own party but not in his cabinet to assail in public a man who was in his cabinet, his own subordinate, Walter Q. Gresham. The Tlmes-Iierald goes on to say that if Secretary Gresham knew of the intrigue against him, with the President, his chief, as its inspirer, it is not strange that, harried by congress, mocked for the miserable blundering at Honolulu, surrounded by associates all political, and many of them personal strangers to him, he sickened and died Official mortality of Mr. Cleveland's cabinets has been painfully striking. Mr. Dickinson himself having had one term of intimate official connection with the strong personality in the White House, could not be persuaded to have a second. ..

Dismissed.

The petit jury has been dismissed for the term. Its work was exceptionally light.

Letter List.

The following is a list of unclaimed letters remaining in the Crawfordsville postoffice for the week ending Oct. 15,1895. Persons calling for these letters say "advertised": Brown Miss Mabel Rhunele Mrs Anna Cormack Fred Schlegel McLaughlin Smith W E Myery W Ward Miss Myrtle

Whiver Arthur

THE PRESIDENT'S RETURN.

Arrives in Washington Much Improved by His Outing. WASHINGTON, Oct. 16.-»The president

arrived in Washington at. 4 o'clock Tuesday afternoon. He was. accompanied by Private Secretary Thurber and E. C. Benedict, who has been for the past four days his host on board his steam yacht.

The president has improved notably in appearance during1 tne summer and is evidently in excellent health. In addition to the recreation he secured at his seaside home he managed to keep up with all currant business which demanded n\s attention, and in consequence he returned to find no accumulation of work on his desk except a great number of vacancies created during his absence, and for which in most instances he has practically determined on the appointments he will make.

Mrs. Cleveland arrived safely in Washington with her childre_n and the parties accompanying th«m from Gray Gables, at 11:10 o'clock Tuesday night. Hr. 'JJhurber met them at the station and they were quickly whisked away to th® executive mansion.

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Mother Locks Her Chfldren in Will] Visits—Both Jiurned to Death. MAGNOLIA, Ark., Oct. 16.—Mrs.

Minor, living south of here, locked her two children, aged 0 and 4, in a room while she went to a neighbor's and returned. While gone the house caught fire and the children were consumed. The mother, it is thought, will lose her mind.

Elevators Glutted with Uraiii. YANKTON, S. D., Oct 16.—The grain

elevators in the southern part of this state are glutted with grain, held in storage, and in many instances during the past week farmers have been obliged to haul their grain back home. They cannot afford to sell it at the present low price, and they cannot store it, Hlptir

Durrant Trial Postponed.

SAN FRANCISCO, Oct. 16.—When the Durrant case was called Tuesday Gen. Dickinson asked for a continuance until Monday next, stating that Mr. Deuprey was too ill to appear in court. Judge Murphy granted the continuance, stating that it was the last one that would be made.

Iiig Kaft for the Mississippi. WINONA, Minn., Oct 16.— One. of the

largest cut lumber sales on record has been made here by the Joy Lumber company of St. Louis. It is 15,000,000 feet and will be taken down the- river iu an immense ra£t by the steamer Artemus Lamb.

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thing which might give him a clew as to the style of man the marauder was. "Not a professional hand," he soon decided. "An amateur of the worst kind, and, therefore, my job is all the more difficult"

Gormge coma scarcely control nis rage—rage directed wholly against himBelf. At the bottom he was a man of violent temperament, but he had amazing powers of self control For a dozen years he had not felt so angry he would be the laughing stock of the Yard. Here was a house broken into while he was practically in charge of it The whole blame, and worse than the blame, the jeers, would all be for him. "Not a clew to the intruder," he groaned, rising to his feet "That cemented path outside the kitchen window will hold no footsteps, and it leads right down to the front gate. The devil and the'jerry builder as usual in league with one another. And all the graveled paths surrounding the house—the garden at the back and the bit of a forecourt in front—are as hard as brass. A daring scoundrel, whoever he was, altnost deserving of a reward."

Goringe now fell to wondering if he had been forestalled in the finding of the notes—the notes which he was morally bound to discover. But a grim smile lit up his face as he pondered over this problem. "This is the only room that has been entered," he reflected, glancing round the apartment "If the intruder was only an outsider, fired by Vickery's confession, he would have made straight for that worthy inventor's room. Or perhaps he was disturbed by my arrival and had simply commenced an exhaustive search of the premises. Confound him, whoever he is!" groaned GOringe fiercely.

Then the detective strode out of the room, and mounted to the first floor landing. Ho passed into Steinworth's bedroom, completed his toilet, and taking the keys of the house from his pocket he opened the door of Vickery's room. Nothing was disturbed here. The window was securely hasped.

Goringe paused for awhile, glancing round the room, taking in every object in it. "No, "he said at length, "there has been no one here since I saw the inside of these four walls last."

Again he descended the stairs and entered Mrs. Davorn's room. He kicked some of the boxes out of his way as he stepped across the floor, and then ho proceeded to a pile of torn linen which had evidently been taken from the bed.

Hello 1" he cried as he picked out from the litter apiece of rumpled cambric. Ho opened it out, and fixing his eyes on one comer he saw two letters neatly embroidered. "M. L.," he read, a puzzled expression stealing into his ordinarily passive face

CHAPTER XX. IN THE DARK.

Shortly before 11 o'clock on Sunday night Inspector Briggs, attired in plain clothes, set out from the station and wended his way toward Felspar road. Very few houses in the road exhibited any lights as the inspector turned the corner, and the pathways were shorn of pedestrians, partly owing to the drizzling rain and partly owing to the fact that Felspar road was a quiet and very early to bed road on Sunday night

A subdued ring of the hall doorbell brought Goringe to the door. Inspector Briggs, notwithstanding his big frame, almost slid through the half open door like a shadow. "Let us get up stairs," said Goringe, in a low voice. "I am using the front bedroom—the man Steinworth's room. The blind is drawn up and the light from the street lamp finds its way into the room." "Well, partner," said the inspector, as he seated himself upon a chair in the bedroom, "what's the news? Are we going to share the spoils tonight, or are you to take the whole burden of failure on your shoulders and confess you're stumped?" "Before we begin our business proper," said Goringe, ignoring the inspector's questions, "I have a report to make to you in your official capacity. I would have gone round to the station this morning only that I decided it was beat for me to keep dark, and I took the liberty of keeping my report back until yon called." "Report of what?" "An entry was made here some time last night—probably between tin: honrs of 10 and 12 o'clock, possibly

"Phew!" whistled the Inspector. "What docs this point to? Mean to say any one entered the house while you were in it?" "That is a matter we can discuss later. I did not arrive here until midnight Now, Briggs, I am going through what may seem to you a bit of tomfoolery. Put that last little burglary job out of your head for the present, and I think we may safely start operations. I am now going to try and demonstrate to you how the money was stolen." "Do you still think that the notes are warm? But I suppose I mustn't ask such a question." "I have no objection to answer you, though I am a little disturbed by this last entry into the house. I have not changed my mind—the notes are still in the house." "All right But do you think it is better to search for them in the dark than with the aid of a light? My bullseye is at your service." "Thanks. We may require it later. At present I prefer the dark Now, will you seat yourself in Mrs. Davorn's room? I will remain here for the present "Do you want to be locked in?" asked the inspector, with a suspicion of playfulness. "Not just yet Recollect I am serious. I am going to stake all I'm worth —I mean my reputation—on the experiment "Is this to be a final performance or a dress rehearsal, or what?" "There has been no rehearsal, Briggs, but flippancy doasn't agree with you nor with me. I am in a very irritable mood now. Pray be serious. Now will you get down to the room which the dead woman occupied, and sit there until I come to yon, with the door closed —not locked? And don't speak to me again until I speak to you." "All right," said Inspector Briggs, rising to his feet

He could not help feeling amused at the notion of Goringe converting himself into a kind of thought reader, but he felt the detective was in no humor to be played with. With noiseless steps he passed out on the landing, descended the five steps and entered the room in which Mrs. Davorn had died.

Here he seated himself, and in a few moments he found that his playful propensities had deserted him, and that he felt more uncomfortable than ever he had felt in his life. He sat in the dark for several minutes, a prey to the most uneasy thoughts. Practically he was unarmed. He had no revolver—nothi&g but his whistle and a pair of handcuffs.

What on earth was Goringe doing? Perhaps the man had gone suddenly mad and had decoyed him into the lonely house. But that was too foolish a thought to harbor. And yet it was all very strange, Goringe's manner most of alL Not a sound in the house. He could not sit here in the dark much longer. Not unless he could hear a noise—something which would direct his thoughts from that hideous bed in the corner where the woman had died. Was it murder? Was it, as the doctor said, a natural death?

Inspector Briggs was seated facing the door. As lie was about to make some noise, to shuffle his feet or stand up, and listen even to the creaking of his own boots, he thought he saw the bedroom door moving. His eyes could now distinguish objects in the room. No sound hud reached his ears. He sat gazing spellbound at the door, which gradually moved inward with no noisa

In a moment, just as the inspector felt he could bear the horrid silence no longer, he saw the figure of Goringe entering the room.

The detective, still moving noiselessly, walked to the bed, remained alongside it for some moments—an apprecia-

Ue tried the door.

ble space of time, during which Briggs felt as if some strange terror, the like of which he had never experienced before, held him in thrall—and then Goringe, still without making a sound, gave one sigh, which seemed to escape from him involuntarily, and approached the press in the room where the money had originally been placed. Here he remained for some moments, and then, without uttering a word or making a sound, he disappeared from the room, leaving the door half open as he passed out "Very neatly done, certainly," said the inspector, speaking in a low tone in order to reassure himself that he could use his tongue. "He would mal™ a first class burglar. Seemed almost as if ho were practicing a bit of sleep walking."

He stood up, and advancing to the door he found Goringe on the small landing outside. "See," said the detective, almost in a whisper, as Briggs, alarmed at the apparition, and still more alarmed at the voice close to his ear, stepped back a pace, "it was quite easy to steal the notes and make no noise. Not a creaking step nor a squeaking hinge has marred the experiment "You almost scared me out of my senses with your clover acting—pantomimo, I believe they call it What next?" "Now, I shall go down stairs and arrange the hasp of the window. Then I shall iisucud the stairs to tlio front landins, and when I tap tlireo times distinct­

ly at the door of my room will you step up and see if I am securely locked in from the outside?" "The deuce you will!" "Don't raise your voica Now get back to your room.'' "The dead room It has quite given me the shivers, J. can tell you, to be sitting in it. How long do you mean to keep me there?" "About as long as the thief took to make himself secure. Probably half an hour." "Heavens 1 I should be dead of the cold and the darkness and the silence in half an hour." "A little 'black hole' won't hurt you for once in a way. But you must not play the spy on ma I do not anticipate failure, but if I do fail I want to fail my own way, and let no one be the wiser. Have I your word?"

4'Certainly.

Honor bright."

"Now, then, in you go again. Shut the doors you need not close it tight or lock it unless you lika

Inspector Briggs stepped back and closed the door, and again he sat down in his chair, a prey to thoughts which were anything but comfortabla It seemed to him as if the whole tragedy —murder, or whatever it may have been—was being enacted over again, and that he was powerless to impede the criminal.

After some minutes he found that sitting was positively unbearable, so he rose and commenced to walk up and down the bedroom, making as little noise as possibla Very soon he heard a creaking noise as he continued his promenada "No doubt,'' he reflected, ''Goringe is now on tho march up stairs, and has caught a creaking step. What is his game, I wonder? Of course it is now plain the wily rascal has some reason,of his own for fixing his mind on Steinworth, after all his pretenses. What could the other fellow, Vickery, have meant? To accuse himself of a crime which, at the time he did make the confession, he must have believed was a hanging job, oonld scarcely have been done for the purpose of easing his mind about the minor offense. And if he collared the notes, what did he do with them? Goringe, of course, must mean that it was Steinworth who stole the money, but Goringe isn't infallible. Awfully good that last job—the pride of his profession allowing a burglar to proceed to work under his very nose What oould he have been doing with himself from 10 to 12 last night? And what in heaven's name is he up to now?" as a strange sound, a sound of eomething being moved, caught the quick ear of Inspector Briggs. "That's not his three taps anyway. I tvonder is he at the door? And I wonder still- more is he "going to make a good clean job of locking himself in? If he does that, I'll begin to believe he is clever. If he finds the notes, I'll begin to think he is very clever. If he discovers what happened in this house on the night of the 9th and the early morning of the 10th, I'll feel inclined to put him down as a wizard."

Inspector Briggs now came to a halt He felt it was possible he might not be able to overhear the summons from the next landing if he did not reseat himself and remain still He found his chair and sat down, turning over the case "in his mind, trying to reconcile one fact or one supposed fact with another and wondering occasionally what on earth Goringe was doing. Ho felt that quite half au hour, making due allowance for his impatience, had elapsed, and ho was beginning to contemplate another constitutional up and down the dark room when he heard the summons from the first floor—the three taps, clear and distinct

Inspector Briggs rose with alacrity. He opened his long light overcoat and fingered his bullseye, and then, with a sense of intense relief, he mounted the five steps leading to the first floor landing.

He marched straight to Steinworth's door, and then he heard Goringe's voica "See if both doors—Vickery's and this —are securely locked."

The inspector turned his bullseye on the door at his right—the door of Bernard Vickery's room Tho key was in the lock. He tried the door. Locked. Then he turned to Steinworth's door. The key was in the lock. He tried the door. Locked. "He is clever," said Inspector Briggs to himself.

Goringe's voice again was heard: "Now, Red Riding Hood, open the lock and walk in.

CHAPTER XXI A RETURN VISIT.

"I ain afraid," said Inspector Briggs as he stood inside Albert Steinworth's room, "that Red Riding Hood is not equal to the task of teaching her grandmother to suck eggs." "You're a dear, good fellow," said Goringe. "The strain is off now. I have been treating you somewhat hardly, trying your temper perhaps. But you'll forgive me, I know. And now I'll disclose my secret thoughts to you. But first and foremost take this in your hand and say after me, The evidence yon shall give in this case shall be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth."

Almost mechanically Briggs, who was a trifle bewildered by the sudden change from grave to gay in Goringe's manner and voice, was about to lift to his lips the oblong packet which the detective handed to him. "Turn your bullseye on that testament, inspector," said Goringa "You don't mean it surely!" exclaimed Briggs as he flashed the light on the packet The notes!'' "Yes. I haven't counted them yet, but I fancy they are in order." "You are very clever," said Briggs, fingering the packet lovingly. "Not half so clever as yoi\ think. But lot me explain my discovery to you, and also let me tell you that I am not in a position tonight to c]yar up nioro than hnif of tho mystery. I am still puzzled, but as I have already stated the strain is off. I have performed

my share of the work, land I teel free to deliver myself and my thoughts to you —in fact, if you wish it, to revel in BUSpicions and opinions." "I think you have cleared up everything except the extraordinary lie told by Mr. Vickery. You have locked yourself into this room, leaving the key in the lock outside. Even the foreman of the coroner's jury couldn't do that." "It is a strangely simple trick after all" "Something of the Columbus and the egg type, no doubt." "Columbus need not have played it down so low as breaking the shelL A well organized shaking of the egg would have been sufficient—that is, unless it was an egg specially constructed for sale in the London market" "Shall we light up the room? Although the darkness isn't like it was in that horrible deatliroom below, still it

"Don't raise your voice."

prevents you from explaining your experiment to ma I am anxious to have a good look at that puzzling door now," maneuvering with his bullseya "No. Not yet I want to enlighten you and to seek enlightenment from you in the dark. In the first place, I want to know, was the search of the house on the 11th a thorough one?" "As thorough a job as I ever superintended. "If there had been in Mra Oavorn's room a handkerchief which ought not to have been there—say one belonging to Dr. Leclerc—would you have noticed It?" "How can you ask me such a question?" "Then if I find such a handkerchief of Dr. Leclerc's in the dead woman's room I may take it that it got there lince the 11th?" "Certainly." "Miss Rodney had left the house then?" "Yes." "t have found a handkerchief marked witli the young doctor's initials in the dead woman's room." "When?" "Early this morning. It may be a blind, but it is confusing for the moment. Hello, there goes 12 o'clock 1" "That's a rummy business about the young fellow's handkerchief." "I fancy it will explain itself Liter on. You see I am, as I told you, ready to flounder in a quagmire of opinions tonight. Now I have another opinion to put before you. I have given some thought to that person who entered this house last night It was some one who knew the house, some one who calculatedit was empty, and some one who had an object.which I can partly fathom That object was doubtless a laudable one to get hold of the notes. But Mr. Thief was confronted with a locked door —this door in which there svas no key. It would not suit him to break open the door." "Why?" "That I will explain later. It would not suit him to break open the door. Therefore the next best thing was to get an impression of the lock. After this was obtained he entered Mrs. Davorn's room for some reason which I cannot fathom. If he knew where the notes were, there was no occasion for him to waste precious time knocking that room to pieces, unless he fancied there was more money there, or unless—this is only an opinion, remember—his object was to attach suspicion in the wrong quarter." "I can see you are harboring another of those fearful opinions. You fancy the same man will return again and will come the next time with a key to open the lock of this door." "That is my very humble opinion. In order to help Mr. Thief in his laudable search for the hidden treasure I have carefully opened the kitchen window tonight, leaving the kitchen and the window in the same condition as I found them this morning. The outer world is of opinion this is an empty house, guarded only by a ghost My lighting of the kitchen fire this morning was a quiet operation, There has been no light in the house since 9 o'clock, and London doesn't awake mu6h earlier on Sunday. Now let us stop talking, go out on the landing and listen for a sound in the kitchen." "And suppose we have our watch for nothing? Suppose Mr. Thief doesn't arrive?" "Then we are none the worse off. When the morning light comes, we may abandon hope until tomorrow night, and then I will tell you how the door was locked from the outside." "I shall collapse from the cold, the darkness and the suspense by 6 o'clock." "What a sybarite you are!" "A what?" "No matter. I mean you ought to be a gentleman of' England living at home at ease, if a night's vigil alarms you.''

Detective Goringe and Inspector Briggs were now standing together on the landing speaking iu the faintest of whispers.

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