Crawfordsville Weekly Journal, Crawfordsville, Montgomery County, 4 September 1896 — Page 18

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FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 4. 1890.

PROMPT PUNISHMENT

Tramps Sent to the Penitentiary ror Highway Robbery.

BABY BIT BY A COPPERHEAD.

Murdered lit a ISiilly—Depot Robbed and 15urn«d—Accidentally Ilanged Himself, Admits Giving His Son Liquor—Robbery at KoekvitSe, Ind.— One Child Scalded and Another Burned to Death.

EVANSYILLE, Ind., AUG. 31.—EarlySaturday morning the polico were notified that tramps were creating a riot at the Belt lino junction about a mile from clio city. They took an engine and went, to the scene of trouble. As the engine slowed up three men made a dash for it and tried to hold up the engineer. After a hard struggle they were captured. They gave their names as James Doran, John Wilson and .Toe Smith. They were taken to the dispatcher's ollice, where Jacob Renz, with his head cut, recognized the three men as his assailants. Oscar Dicks, who was with Renz, said the men had robbed him and chased him out of the yards vrith a knife. The men were given a trial for highway robbery, found guilty and sentenced to the penitentiary for three years each within 14 hours after their capture.

0 WAR HANTS.

Proceeding* to Oust the Warden of (lie Mate l'rison South. JEFFEIISONVILLE, Ind., Aug. 31.—

Quo warranto proceedings have been filed in court to oust Alvin T. Hert, warden of the Indiana prison south, located here. The action was tiled by Edgar A. Howard, prosecuting attorney, and George II. Yoigt. It recites that, Oil the first Tuesday of May, 1894, at an election held in the city of Brazil, Ind., -the defendant, Alvin T. Hert, was "elected by the voters to the oilice of mayor for a form of four years, and that 011 the first day of September,

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t'eudent usurped the office of warden of i' the Indiana prison south. It is a principal of law in this state that a person •elected to a judicial office is ineligible to hold any office other than a judicial office during the term for which- he was •elected. The supreme court reports contain decisions to tho effect that the office of mayor is a judicial office.

Some few months ago Warden Hert 'went outside of the state for his deputy. It is said his action created considerable feeling, and it is possible that the suit is tho outgrowth. At tho time of the appointment Mr. I-Iert gave as his reason that he wanted an experienced man in prison management, and claimed ho had secured such a one.

TWO FAT AX ACCIDENTS.

'Outie GUliom hciildml and Bessie Ogdcn Burned to Death. BMTFFTOX. Ind., Aug. 31.—Ontie Gil-

lioni, aged four, while playing near a •boiler of scalding water, plunged in 'head first and was scalded to death. •Bessie Ogdeu, aged 12, while attempting 'to remove the irons from the stove, got too near tho flames and her clothing "caught lire. Sue was burned in a vshocknig manner and died from her injuries.

Admits Giving His Son Liquor. IXI ANAI»OT,I8,

Aug. 31.—Wyatte Far-

rington, a saloonkeeper, has been tried in court here on the charge of giving liquor to minors, tho boy being 10 years •old and Farriugton's son. Farrington -stated that the boy had developed taste for liquor and that ho had giv ••him. the flowing "Chicago bowl." Tn •evidence showed that he had not given the boy more than two glasses ol' beer a -day. The caso raised the question as to the right of a parent engaged in the. liquor business to give liquor to his child and was taken under advisement.

•Sawyer Crushed to Death.

"MuxciE, Ind., Aug. 31.— Joseph Br.llard, aged o-i, head sawyer at Moody & Sou's sawmill, had his brains crushed cut. While at his duty he fell in an •epileptic fit and grabbed the lever that operates the carriage that conveys the logs to the saw, starting it. He fell across the track, and before assistance came the man's head was caught between the carriage and a heavy timber, •crushing in both sides of his head. He leaves a widow and three children.

Ran the I'eliow Down.

BOWJ.NO GREEK, O., Aug. 31.—Gen1 eral Washington Lovejoy, the Kentuckian, who, with Lazarus Damore, it is alleged, decoyed Margaret Toppen, aged 13, into a cabin in the woods at night and assaulted her, has been captured. Lorejoy was shot at twice before ho would surrender. His home is at Cattlettsburg, Ky., where he is wanted for stabbing a man. Damore is still at large. Ho is wanted for an offense committed in Adams countv.

Aeronaut Drowned.

'TOLEDO, O., Aug. 31.—Professor Edward Cole, an aeronaut, was drowned in Maumeo bay yesterday after an ascension. His companion, Josie Carmel, was saved by her life preserver. The balloon rose from the Casino on the bay iront and was about three miles out •when the tragedy happened. Thousands of people witnessed the drowning from -the Casino grounds.

«'achael Rcedcr's Fatal Sneezing. HARTFOKD CITY, Ind., Aug. 31.—Mrs.

Hachael Reeder. aged 75, was taken vrith a violent sneezing spell and at the •end of 30 minutes, suddenly fell over •dead. Being old and infirm, she ruptured a blood vessel.

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THE WELDON ESTATE.

By ALFRED B. OAIHOITR.

[Copyright, 1888, by American Press Association.!

CHAPTER

It was some years after the great civil war, though that it was not long after can be inferred from the fact that but one railroad had as yet laid its iron muscles across the great plains from the Missouri to tho mountains. The cattle herds of tho ranchers had not yet taken the place of the swarming black buffalo on the tampns. There were no settlements along the rivers where now stately cities rise, and the only means of conveyance and transportation were the saddle and tho prairie schooner, as tho great canvas topped wagons that conveycd the immigrants, goods and family were then called.

It wan an evening in early June. Tho Betting sun was throwing a shadow from the giant mountains to the westward over the clear tributaries of the Missouri, when a largo train went into camp in a valley that afforded abundant water and pasture

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horses, while the slopes of

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ing foothills were covered with fuel, only necessary at this timo for cooking purposes. This was known as Dr. Blancliard's train.

Dr. Blanchard was a handsome man of middle age, who up to tho time of his going westward had lived, as had his forefathers for many generations before him, near Wheeling and what is now West Virginia The civil war, in which the doctor did not take part— though, unlike most of his family, his sympathies were with the Union—had left him impoverished, and, what was worse, without friends where he should most expect them His wife had just died—it might be said of a broken heart At the beginning of the war Mrs. Blanchard had two brothers, Frederick and Valentine Weldon. Frederick Weldon, or Fred, as ho was called, strongly favored secession, and his brother as strongly opposed it.

One night Valentine returned homo from Charleston, whither he had ridden on horseback with his brother. The brother never returned, but. sonic months afterward a body was found down tho river which could not be recognized except by its tattered garments, and from these it was believed to be the corpse of Frederick Weldon Tho skull was fractured, and an impression went abroad that he had been killed by his brother. This impression was strengthened by the fact that immediately after the disappearance of Frederick, Valentine, with his wife, two little sons and a baby daughter, suddenly disappeared and was never heard of again in that laud. Valentine had been advertised for. Through the death of his father, who died without knowing that one of his sons was dead, a large estate was left to the two brothers.

Dr. Blancliard's wife was a sister of the Weldons, but had been entirely ignored in her father's will, a fact that no doubt added to the unsettled condition of the doctor's mind and forced him to go westward with his children. These children were a son Howard, at this time a tall, handsome young man of two and twenty, and two daughters, Alice and Clara, aged respectively 17 and 19

For the purpose of protection, a number of other wagons had joined Dr. Blancliard's train at Omaha, and before setting out they had elected the doctor to be their chief and a man known as Captain Brandon to be their guide. Captain Brandon was a tall, bronzed man, with a grizzled beard, one eye, and a very quiet manner. Though evidently in the prime of life, his hair was snowy white, which, added to

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lie Introduced himself as Ucnry Kyle. a slight deafness, made him appear much older There was a livid scar running from his right brow to his chin. It had severed the eyeball, destroying the eye, and left an ineffaceable gash on the brown cheek.

Among tho people in the caravan there was a very general impression that tho scar and tho lost eye were chargeable to the military services in which this strange man had won his rank. Captain Brandon's reserve amounted to positive taciturnity, which gave him the appearance of coolness and strength that attaches to most silent men.

Being adverse to speaking about himself* there were plenty of imaginative and voluble people to speak for him. According to these authorities, Captain Brandon had lived time out of mind on the western plains or in the snowy mountains beyond What ho did not know about hunting and Indians was not worth knowing, and there was a very general belief among them that he could walk blindfolded from the Atlantic to the Pacific without ODCO making a misstep.

But Captain Brandon was not the Ideal scout presented to us by the writer of western fiction. His dress was not that of a hunter, but was plain, suitable to his work and well fitting. And then, more remarkable still, he spoke with the accent and language of a man of good education, though there was in his speech a noticeable softening of tho letter "r" which is peculiar to tho more cultured class in tho southern states.

To this remarkable man Dr. Blanchard felt himself drawn from the first but, •while his advances were not rudely repulsed, he was met with a well bred coolness that told very plainly that Captain Brandon wished to be to himself. Curiously enough, this silent man was very fond of children. During the long rides across the rolling prairies he usually had one before him on his saddle, and during the Sunday halts ho gathered wild flowers for them and bright seashells in the rocks, where they had been left high and dry by the great salt sea that once swept over that land.

Eight prairie schooners carried the women and children, with tho household goods and tho food that would be necessary till they could harvest their own crops. The route of this little party lay over the Black Hills and on toward the wondrous country of the Yellowstone. With the delight that thrills the sailor when after long watching the dim shores of the prayed for land comes in sight, the peoplo greeted the first glimpses of the blue mountain to the west, and with thankful hearts they beheld tho clear streams and the verdant valleys that mark tho foothills of the great Rockies.

Alice and Clara were as beautiful semiblonds as one could meet with, and it was impossible that they could belong to a party in which there were single men without attracting attention.

Ten days before reaching the mountains the train was joined by two young men—"hunters," as they called themselves. They were clad in the typical picturesque dress of the dandies of their class, and one of them, apparently the elder, was a strikingly handsome young man of four and twenty. He was of medium height, finely built, and an admirable horseman. He introduced himself as Henry Kyle and his bui'ly companion as Font Robb.

These young men said they were going into northern Idaho to prospect during the coming fall and winter, and they asked to be permitted to accompany Dr. Blancliard's party, tho doctor at that time having in mind Washington territory as his destination.

As Henry Kyle and Font Robb were well mounted and good hunters, who could find game it' there was any within reach, they were permitted to remain and at once, with an easy, western familiarity, proceeded to make themselves at home. •-.

CHAPTER II.

There was a time when tho hunters and trappers were the real heroes of tho far west. These, even at the time of which I write, had given place to adventurous miners and to a class of men who were as bold in their defiance of law as were Robin Hood and his men in the middle ages. Henry Kylo and Font Robb were men cf this class and were well known to Captain Brandon by reputation but, for reasons that will bo given hereafter, he permitted them to accompany him, and though ho knew that they were stealing away in the dead of night—a most unnecessary proceeding, by the way—did not raise a hand to stay them. They rode .through the mountains till daylight, when Henry Kyle took his friend's hand and said: "Here we part for the present, Font. It is nearly a year since I have seen the old folks, and I am going home." "I hope you'll find'cm all right," said Robb, adding, with a smile, "I hope they won't win you away from the boys."

Without any comment, Henry Kyle raised his bridle arm and his splendid horse darted away and was soon lost to sight among tho hills. He rr.de until the summer sun looked straight into the deepest canyons and rifts of that wondrous laud and flashed on a lake that was walled in by mountains that rose skyward like an impassable barrier.

Between the mountains and the lako there was a belt of valley many hundreds of acres in extent, with clumps of trees here and there that gave it a parklike effect There were cattle and sheep in the meadows, and the emerald expanse was seamed with sinuous streams that flashed down from the distant: snowpeaks and poured their cool trout filled currents into the Lake. From one of the groves a pillar of smoke arose, marking the site of a human habitation. When Henry Kyle saw this, he left the trail he had been following and galloped for the grove. The cattle and sheep raised their heads and looked after him in wonder.

A largo double log house occupied a clear space in the grove, and back of this was a barn. The surrounding gardens showed thrift, and the vines and flowers indicated more refinement iu the occupants of the place than is usually seen in that wild land As Henry Kyle was hitching his horse to a tree before the house a beautiful girl of 17 or 18 ran out, and, with a cry of "My brother! My brother!" she threw her arms about him. "Glad to see you, Nora," said Henry Kyle, kissing her then holding her at arm's length, while admiration filled his eyes, he continued: "Why, you grow more and more beautiful every time I see you. Ah, it's a pity that so fair a mountain flower should he shut in from the admiration of tho world!" "The world!" she repeated. "This is my world," aud she lifted her eyes with an expression of adoration from the valley to the mountains. "Away from this home I could not be happy "Well, welll Where one is content, a knowledge of better things may not be prudent But tell me, how is mother?"

Before tho girl could answer a gray haired woman, with a calm, patient face and an indescribable look of having seen better days in other scenes, came out and greeted the young man with a warmth and tenderness which only a mother can feeL "Put away your horse," she said. "You have surely come to stay with us now." "Only a few hours," he answered. Then he added, with a forced laugh: "I have too often broken the peace of the valley. I do not think that my father and Louis will care to have mo with

them for even that time." I "You know they wilL Ah, Henry, if you would only stay with us we might be very happy!"

They had now entered the house, and an Indian hoy, who acted as a servant, was told by Mrs. Kyle to take charge of the horse. "I should like to make you all happy, but I am afraid I am an Islrmaelite and can never settle down. Have you not often defended mo by telling father it was in tho blood?" "No, Henry. It is not in your blood to err as you have done. Impulse has been the curse of the—tho Kyles, but not a one of them his ever been capable of a deliberate wrong," said Mrs. Kyle, coming over and stroking liia wavy brown hair. "I might be happy in this valley if I could persuade a young beauty whom I recently met to stay here with mo and share my fate," said Henry Kyle with the light, careless manner that was peculiar to him. "And who is this beauty?" asked Mrs. Kyle. "She is with her father, brother and another sister, now en route to Oregon or Washington territory. Tho immigrant train passes within two hours' ride of hero tomorrow.'' "And where does this family come from?" "From West Virginia," replied Henry. .. ..... "West Virginia?" "Yes, mother. Why, the name seems to startle you,'' said Henry, turning and watching the white cloud of trouble that swept over his mother's face* "Oh, no! Why should tho name of a place affect me?" She stroked licr forehead nervously and then asked with an evident effort at composure, "And what is the name of the people?" "Blanchard, replied Iienry. "The old gentleman is called Dr. Blanchard. "Dr. Blanchard!"

No effort, even had one boon made, could hide the emotion that Mrs. Kyle now felt. All the color fled from her face, aiul her hands trembled so that she had to interlock her fingers to keep them steady. "Did yog ever hear of the name before?" asked Henry. "I—I think I have."

Nora was about to speak, but was interrupted by the joyous barking of a dog outside, and the sound of voices near by gave her ui excuse to cry out: "Father and Louis! Thsy will be glad to see you."

The girl went to tho door, where ner father and brother greeted her fondly, and she then led them into the room where was her truant brother. Louis Kyle was a few years younger than his brother and equally handsome, but his face hud a stronger and more serious expression. He welcomed Henry cordially, but the look oil the father's facowas not one of pleasure. Mr. Kyle was a tall, well made man of 50, with iron gray hair and shoulders slightly stooped. The story of a great grief was plainly written on his face. A S "Are we to have you with us long?" asked Mr. Kyle, addressing Henry. "No, sir. I was near hero and came to see how you all were.'' "I suppose we should be thankful," said Mr. Kyle with a sneer. "It must have caused you an effort to leave your companions.'' "Let us not blame him, "broke in Mrs. Kyle. "There is but little to occupy a young man of spirit here. "There is duty," interrupted the younger brother. "Any man who wants a higher incentive would be incapable of appreciating it" "All, Louis," laughed Henry, "we are differently constituted! Tho blood of the Scotch-Irish Covenanters freezes in your veins the red current of the French burns through mine. I love you better for being what you are. If we were alike, these mountains would be too small to hold us.'' "If you were like me, this valley," said Louis, "would be a kingdom largo enough.''

Leaving the brothers to talk, Mrs. Kyle beckoned to her husband to follow her. She led him into another apartment, the floor of which was carpeted with the softest furs, then cautiously closing the door, said: "Dr. Blanchard, his son and two daughters are near by on their way to Oregon.'' "My God!" sobbed tho man. "My sister Mary's husband! My sister Mary's children!" "But they will not come near us, she said soothingly.

Mr. Kyle took a turn across the room then coming back he cried out: "My heart goes out to them. All the past rises in judgment before me. It was but yesterday that I fled through the storm and darkness with this right an vred with the blood of my brotherl"

AS Valentine Kyle, or Valentine Weldon, to give him his time name, spoke he buried his face hi his big Jjr' hands and cried as if his heart were breaking. The wife and husband were still talking when a bright Indian girl, known as Kusliat. came into the room and told them that dinner was ready.

During the meal this girl followed Henry Kyle with her black eyes, and there was that in the gaze that told of a more than ordinary interest in the handsome young man. After dinner Henry Kyle saddled his horse, bade his family goodby and was soon flying into tho mountains from which he had come.

CHAPTER IIL

Henry Kyle's splendid horse flew over the mountain trail that dark night with all the case and certainty of a great bird cleaving the air. After three hours of ceaseless galloping the young man saw, far to the front and far down from the hill along which his horse coursed, a campfire, and the ruddy light revealed a group of men, their rifles flashing on the trees like queer igneous fruit, while in the background the outline of a group of grazing horses could bo made out Suddenly a figure in hunter's dress appeared on the trail, imd Henry Kyle, reining in his horse with his left hand ivliiln In's riclit. dronned

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to tho stock of his pistol, called

"Is that you, Bouton?" "Yes. We're waiting for you," replied tho tall figure in a gruff voice.

Henry Kylo dismounted, and as the two drew nearer to tho fire the light glowed on the fierce brown face of Bouton, a lawless half breed but too well known to tho settlers in these mountains.. "The boys are in a hurry," continued the half breed. "What's up?" "They are afraid tho immigrant train may escape us, and that mustn't be, for it is tho richest outfit that has been seen in these hills for many a day." "Aro the Blisses in camp?" "Yes, Hank." "I can't see why two Virginia lawyers should come out to this country and join a gang that is notoriously lawless, said Hemy Kylo meditatively. "Theykeep tlioirow-secrets, Hank," chuckled Bouton. "So they do, but I can't see why they should be so eager to get this Dr. Blanchard and'his son out of tho way." "In order that they may marry the daughters, I suppose. But are tho girlso beautiful." "Beautiful as pictures, Bouton—too beautiful to be thought of in connection with such a brace of ugly curs as these two brothers." said Henry Kyle, tho words coming as if from between his set teeth.

By this time the two men had reached the. campfire, and a score of men, bearded and bronzed, greeted Henry Kylo with a cheer that indicated his popularity, if, indeed, it did not imply his leadership. Hem-y Kylo unsaddled and staked his horse—the first care of a true hunter—and then went to the fire, on which meat was broiling and savory messes steaming in iron pots. "You met up with them. Mr. Font Robb says you met up with tlieni," said a man, laying his hand on Henry's arm. "Oil, yon—Mr. Tom Bliss! How arc you? Yes, I met them. I told you I would if they were on tho plains. "So you did, so you did, and I believed you implicitly." And as Tom Bliss spoke he drew Henry Kyle out of hearing of the others.

Just hero it may be necessary to explain the appearance of Jonas Bliss' two sous in these wilds. Dr. Blanchard had not been gone from his old home a week when tho collateral h^irs—the kinsmen of old John Weldon, ihe patriarch—began to make inquiries about tho immense estate that had been unclaimed for so many years in the old lawyer's hands that he very naturally began to look upon if as his own.

Lawyer Bliss refused to give them any satisfaction, and the cousequenca was that the remaining Weldons appealed to the courts and demanded an investigation. The courts granted the order, and the old lawyer found tho calm current of his prosperity vexed by opposing rocks.

He said one day to his sons: "I am left sole executor of John Weldon's estate. It was left to his grandsons, Valentine and Frederick. The latter is dead, and if the former is not we can safely count on never seeing him again. He is a murderer and will not risk his life to gain any wealth. The will can still be set aside, but only by Dr. Blancliard's children. They are the rightful heirs." "But they have left it all behind them and fled," said Tom Bliss, who was very much like his father. "That is no bar. Tho courts will hunt them up, though the courts cannot force them to press their claims. "It wouldn't be a bad'thing for us," interposed Sim Bliss, who was thought to be very shrewd because he. spoke .but little, "ii the whole party was gobbled up by the Indians.

There was so much more in this than the mere words would ordinarily convey that the old lawyer ---d his son Tom fairly gasped for breath. It was Tom \vho first recovered and said: "Tlicy could be stopped." "They could be so fixed as never to be heard of again, joined in Shu. "The girls should bo watched over --3 cared for. Ah, if you beys had only succeedcd iu winning them," sighed tho old lawyer, "the whole estate wotud be in our hands and wo might snap our fingers at the whole Weldon clan!" "It is not too late yet," said Tom, and thereupon he whispered a plan thatmet tho approval of his father and brother.

The result of this plan was that within a week Toiii and Sim Bliss, with plenty of money in their pockets, were speeding cut for the Black Hills. They had learned of the course taken by Dr. Biauchard and his family, and steam and stage enabled them to get to the mountains while the train under Captain Brandon was drawing its slow length across the scorching plains. They met with Hem-y Kylo and Font Robb ftt Deadwood and by them were introduced to Bout on's gang, as these outlaws were called

The brothers congratulated themselves on their good luck. They found the tools they needed already to their hand Tho half formed plans took definite shape when they met with tho outlaws. The crimcs from which cowardice might make them shrink in the east here became the easiest possibilities. They sent Henry Kylo and Font Robb to spy out the train, and the result has already been given. .. "We can have them in our power," said Tom Bliss when he had Hemy Kyle out of hearing. "Yes, but the job will not tie easy." "The doctor has lots of money." "So I understand But I say, Bliss, you can have all the money for me, I am going to have tho eldest daughter-" "Alice!" exclaimcd Tom Bliss. "Yes, Alice, or I'll dio trying," replied Henry Kyle. "Well, Mr. Kyle," said Tom, trying to 6mile, but making a •wretched failure of the effort, "you and I can't differ about a small matter when we are agreed about many great ones. I hope we shall always be friends. If we are

not, it shall not be for the want of a strong desire on my part." "That is all right, Mr. Bliss. I am as anxious for harmony as any man in this outfit, but I want to see through your motive if I can," said Henry Kyle.

I am willing to explain air* 'thing you do not understand," responded Tom Bliss, aud he smiled again and stroked his rusty mustache. "But, Mr. Kyle, you should have made your inquiries before you took my money and besran this job." "I have so far done my work." "True. Now the point is, aro you willing to continue tho work under the

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same conditions? If yon iire, why, 1 shall be glad to make your reward commensurate with your efforts. If you are not, no harm has been done."

Tom Bliss stopped, for Font Robb came up, and not knowing that he was intruding on a private conversation or perhaps not caring for it—all Bonton's men did pretty much as they pleased aud claimed to have no secrets, and so there could bo no privacy—he called out: If yon chaps waut anything to eat, you'd better come over. Thar ain't too much cooked, and the boys is jist a-wad in in."

Font Robb, to make sure of getting Ins own share, had carricd a large piece of broiled venison in his hand, which be began devouring the moment ho ceased speaking. "Havo any of the scouts come in?" asked Henry Kyle as ho turned to walk back to the fire with Tom Bliss. "Black Eagle, the Shoshone, is back. He says that Captain Brandon's party is in camp on the Blno Water. "Then he'll rest there for some days before going on.'' "Of course, Hank. As there's no good grass for 180 miles to the west, that's what he'll do but if he was only a prophet or the son of a prophet, he'd push ahead," said Robb. "I do not think he is gifted in that way, but it won't do to underrate him on that account. I'd rather have any man in the mountains opposed to mo than this same Captain Brandon," said Henry Kyle as they reached tho circle of the outlaws about.the

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TO HE CONTINUED.

EXPLOSION IN A MINE.

Billy Barnes nt. Clinton, Ind., fleets With Frightful Death. CLINTON, Ind., Aug. 81.—Billy Barnes,

a miner at the Buckeye shaft, met a terriblo death last night. Tho night shift was going to work and Bnrnes wa? being lowered into tho shaft, when, his light ignited tho surface gas iu the mine and a terrible explosion followed. Tho concussion knocked tho miner from the bucket and he fell head long to the bottom of the shaft, breaking every bono in his body.

AI.LEGEI) BLACKMAIL.

Three Men Arrested I-'or Att.emplng lo Jixtort Money.

Four WAYNE, Ind., Aug. 31.—Frank J. Bowen a young farmer has been arrested for blackmail oil Valorous Brown, another fanner. Bowen has made affidavit charging Charles Glessuor and Charles Gruber with blackmail. Bow-' fu confesses that ho was tho tool of Gelssner and Gruber, whom ho alleges are co:respondents of the Kansas City Sun and who threatened to expose corcertaiu alleged conduct of farmer Brown unless he paid a large sum of money. Gruber and Glessner were arrested and bound over to court. There have been many attempts made to suppress the sheet in question, which have proved futile. Public fcelingis against Glessner, who has figured in court as the correspondent.

Jvediietiou III Itiiiiiiiitg Time. CIXCIN'NATTI, Aug. 31.—The Cincinnati aud Chicago lines have entered into hot competition on timo. Tho Big Four started its eight hour trains each way. Next Sunday the Pennsylvania announces eight hour trains between Chicago aud Cincinnati and the shortest time ever made been Chicago aud Louisville. The Cincinnati, Hamilton and Dayton and the Monon announces a corresponding cut of over an hour's time in their fastest day express betwoeu' Chicago and Cincinnati.

Suicided by «Shootingr»

METROPOLIS, Ills., Aug. 31.—J. V. Mallard, aged 70 years, committed suicide at the home of Z. T. Deeu, near here, by placing the muzzle of a horso pistol against his head and firing the' contents into his brain. He had but just completed reading a history of crimes and criminals, which seemed to have had a depressing effect on him. He was a widower.

Bicycle and Typewriter Thief. PKINCETON, Ills., Aug. 81.—Henry

Smith, a well known young man of this city, pleaded guilty to grand larceny in the court and was given an indeterminate sentence to the penitentiary, being a term of from one to 20 years Smith's crime consisted of obtaining bicycles and typewriters from various concernsunder false pretense.

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