Decatur Democrat, Volume 38, Number 21, Decatur, Adams County, 10 August 1894 — Page 7

©he democrat wwww*wvw** deoatub, DVD. N. BLAOKBVMt, . « - Praam. Bird sharps slalm that certain migratory birds are guided in their flight at night by observing the stars, especially those that fly northward, it is not stated whether or not this applies to the political crow so liberally partaken of after each November election. This new administration in San Salvador claims that Gen. Ezeta’s Government is about 910,000.000 short in its accounts. This is the first intimation people of this country have had that the president-dic-tators of these Spanish-American States ever pretended to keep any accounts upon which their victorious successors might bring them to trial. Ezeta must have been an honester man than most. "Bo far a sum of nearly £3,000,000 has been subscribed by the Chinese officials for the purpose of celebrating the 60th birthday of the Empress Dowager of China,” says the London Standard, "but.even this enormous sum is not deemed sufficient, and £12,000,000 more are called for to make the celebration upon what the advisors deem an appropriate scale. ” Good Lord! What if the old girl should live to be a hundred? The people of Enid, Ok., became annoyed because the Rock Island railway relegated their town to the position of tr whistling station, at which through trains do not stop, and j blew up a bridge with dynamite, kilL ing three men and effectually stop* ping all trains. Enid isn’t very old or very big or very important, but she apparently does not propose to be Ignored, even if she has to claim attention through the courts as defendant. Two eminent English physicians, Dr. Warren Lombard and Dr. Vaughan Harley, have recently made an Important series of experiments regarding the Influence of tobacco on muscular effort. They find that moderate smoking, in one accustomed to It, neither increases the capacity for work nor retards the approach of fatigue; though, in some cases, it may slightly diminish muscular power and hasten the time in which fAtlgne overcomes the system. According to Stephen Girard, the proper time to advertise most largely is when business is dull and the necessity of economy is the greatest among.the people. And he was eminently correct. When you have all the business you can handle you do not need advertising to any greater extent than keeping your name before the public. When trade is dull then advertise in order to make it lively. This is the true policy and is practiced by the most successful merchants. Thebe is a disposition in some quarters to take seriously the dismal predictions of the English press as to the danger threatening this republio because of the late strike. This is foolish. Even if the British editors believed what they say—which is not probable—what earthly weight attaches to the opinions of a drove of Jackasses who talk of "the Governor of Chicago,” who think that California is across the river from New York city and who maintain that an Indian uprising is likely to occur at any foment in the vicinity of Boston? The London Saturday Review takes the ground that education, in some respects, has proven a great detriment to many people in England. The number of places to be filled by educated persons is so limited, that many who feel two well educated to work at manual labor, are thus forced to the wall. If not so well educated, they would accept the laborer’s place and wage without objection, but as It is, they are ready to overturn the established order and upset things generally to make places for themselves suitable to their assumed dignity and ability. Little millionaire Max Lebaudy, the heir of the great sugar refiner, who has so much money that he doesn’t know what to do with it, has been enlisted in a light cavalry regiment, and will have to serveZ'ttls three years as if he was a workman. The French law, which makes every man a soldier, indulges in no pleasantries, and Monsieur Max could not buy himself off with all his money. The chances are that he will come out improved In health and appearance, and will learn to bless the time when he served with the colors, If our millionaires’ sons could have a little of the same medicine it would |o them good, Baseball cranks are alike everywhere. Pittsburgh and Cincinnati

bloodthirsty members of the tribe, but the incident at Philadelphia, when the Boston club was mobt>ed by a gang of excited Quakers, shows that the bleaching board partisan is unaffected by bls environment He wants to kill somebody when the home club gets the worst of it, and the bespectacled Bostonian is Just as sanguinary as the Baltimore blood tub. r The Philadelphia affair is worthy of notice only in the fact that the crowd wreaked its vengeance on the visiting club. The umpire is usually selected as the sacrifice. That excellent though eccentric actor, Richard Mansfield, appears to carry his somewhat brittle temper with him both on and off the stage. The stories of bis chasing the members of his company all over the theater for shortcomings at rehearsal are now supplemented by an account of his performances on his yacht The crew forgot to splice the main brace or attend to some equally important nautical operation, when Richard 111. Issued forth from the cabin armed with a double-barreled shotgun and drove the whole crowd, from captain to cabin boy, ashore with many deep sea maledictions and revilinga As no other crew will ship with him he is reported to be at anchor somewhere up in Maime studying the star parts in "The Tempest” and "Ship Ahoy!” When anything happens in Wyoming it is on a scale that the effete East knows nothing of except by hearsay. There ure bad storms in the East at times, but it takes a fertile and progressive State like Wyoming to produce a waterspout that puts the Atlantic Ocean to shame. We are told of it in the following dispatch from Glen Rock, Wyo.: "The Northwestern express en the Freemont and Elkhorn Valley ran into a waterspout ten miles east of here. A column of water as big as a passenger coach struck the train and delayed it for half an hour. The engine Ure was extinguished. Two townships were flooded to the depth of a foot and great damage done." Two townships under a foot of water! That’s a waterspout for Father Neptune to study and model after! That’s the kind of a story we like to see coming from a great and growing State! It shows that it is fertile, especially in liars. As women here are into almost everything else, a new field is opened to them in the military line, and, as the idea is English, it ought to take at once. In England a brigade -of volunteers has been recruited exclusively from among women. This accounts for the popularity of fencing among the fashionable English belles, but some of the great ladies of Mayfair are great shots as well and have laid tigers, and even lions and elephants low. There is nothing so very absurd in the idea, when it is remembered that Queen Victoria isa colonel of dragoons and reviews her army in the scarlet and gold coat of ageneral, while the Princess of Wales is also Colonel of a Danish regiment, and the Duchess of Connaught commands the Sixty-fourth Regiment of Prussian Infantry. The Empress of Russie is Colonel-in-chief of four regiments of Muscovite cavalry, and Queen Olga of Greece, is a petticoated admiral. A few lady colonels or commodores would be a pleasant innovation. Boston now and then supplies the world with a useful Yankee notion. One of the latest is a notion for the avoidance of strikes. The builders of that city have an association for promoting peaceful relations with their employes by submitting any difficulty about wages or time to an unpire before the controversy reaches the serious stage. Recently the mason builders decided to cut wages because of the scarcity of jobs. The bricklayers’ union objected, and the matter was left to William Lloyd Garrison as umpire. After’hearing both sides be gave his decision in ’ favor of the bricklayers. He ruled out the contention of the matter that the building business was better than other kinds of business, and that bricklayers in other cities were getting higher wages on the average than those in Boston, and made bis award on the claim of the men "that through the irregularity of work and tbe short season the high wage rate brought in only about an average of sll or sl2 a week, or S6OO a year.” The umpire held these wages were none too high, and that serious harm would be dealt to the men by lowering them, while it would not materially help tbe builders, The builders, whu conceded this claim of the men, accepted the decision, and the trouble was so nat an end. The experience of the Boston Building Association commends its action to builders elsewhere as an agency for avoiding strikes. The better looking the young men in the crowd are, the louder the girla equeal at a picnic. .

LIFE IS NOT LONG. Dear heart, life in not long: Say thou thy word, and wing thy sweetest aoDg! Ere the dim night shall close, Drink thou the light and pluck the loveliest rose; And dream not of the sorrow and the wrong; Dear heart, life is not long! Dear heart, life is not long; And thick the thorns where all the roses throng! Ere the roee-day be past, Be thou a garden where shall bloom the last; Pray thou thy prayer, still sing thy sweetest song— Dear heart, life is not long! —[F. L. Stanton in Atlanta Constitution. me Wist Conspiracy. In his office at Now Scotland Yard sat Inspector Murphy, chief of the ‘‘specials” told off to keep watch over the anarchists. He was engrossed in the perusal of a large offi-cial-looking document, when he was interrupted by the entrance of two of his principal subordinates, DetectiveSergeants Mulligan and Magee. They had come to inquire if he had any orders to give them before they left the "Yard” for the night. "Ah, boys,” said the inspector, looking up, "I was just going to send for you.” "More work, sir?” said Mulligan. "Aye, and hot work, too,” answered the inspector, with a significant shake of his head. "I have just received word from the French police that Lucien Miasme, Louis Roche and Jean Lerat, who disappeared from Paris some weeks ago, are reported to be in London.” "Miasme, Roche and Lerat,” repeated Mulligan, thoughtfully. "They are the fellows who were tried for that Notre Dame affair, aren’t they ? ” "Yes, and who should have been hanged for it,” replied the inspector. “I was in Paris at the time, and attended the trial. There was no doubt but they were guilty —they themselves hardly denied it—but the case was mismanaged, and the jury was scared for their own skins, and the end of it was that three most villainous murderers were let loose on society again.” "It was a big business, that Notre Dame explosion,” said Magee. "Faith big enough for anything. The church was full of people—women and children chiefly—and scores of them were killed or injured. One family—the Comte de la Targe and Ilia wife and two daughters—who were sitting just where the bomb exploded, were simply wiped out. I believe, at this moment, the only representative of the de la Targe family existing is the son, who at the time of the outrage, and now, too, for all I know, was serving with his regiment in Siam.” "If that son ever meets Miasme, Roche and Lerat there’ll be trouble I expect,” was Mulligan's comment. "Yes, it was reported in the French papers that when he heard of the result of the trial he swore he would have the blood of his mother’s murderers yet. I dare say, however, lie soon cooled down. At any rate, he has made no move, and that's seven months ago. But to business. The French police tell me that Miasme, Roche and Lerat are said to be here for the purpose of committing outrages in revenge for our surrendering that ruffian Marquis. They say, too, that they are well supplied with money, though where it comes from is a mystery. It that’s the case, the sooner we get on thp track the better.” The inspector paused for a moment, and searched among the papers on his desk. Then he handed to the detectives several photographs. "These,” he said, "are portraits of the three ruffians taken when they were in prison in Paris. Look at them well, and see that you don't forget the rascals’ faces.” The two detectives examined the photographs closely. An anxious and prolonged consultation followed. When It was ended midnight was far past. The two detectives left the "Yard” and turned down the dark and silent Embankment. The difficulties and responsibility of the task that night committed to them lay heavy on their minds. Neither of the men spoke as they walked slowly along, lost in anxious thought. Suddenly Mulligan stopped and caught Magee tightly by the arm. At the same instant there was a brilliant flash of reddish light about two hundred yards in front of them. The next second a tremendous report almost deafened them. For a moment the two detectives were too dumbfounded to think or act. Mulligan, however, quickly pulled himself together. "The anarchists, by heaven!” he cried. "Come, Tom, we may catch the scoundrels yet.” Without an instant’s hesitation the two men rushed off at breakneck speed along the Embankment toward the spot where the explosion had taken place. As they neared it they slackened their pace and kept a sharp lookout so that nothing might escape them in the darkness. A second later they observed a dark mass lying huddled up on the pavement. They approached the object warily. It was the body of a man. A moment’s examination showed them that he had been killed by the explosion. His right arm was blown simply to fragments and his right side was a bleeding mass of flesh and bones and owes* He was quite dead.

Detective-Sergeant Mulligan struck a light and examined tho dead man's face. "The chief hero of the Notre Dame explosion has exploded himself; the Lord be praised!” Subsequent investigation confirmed the detective’s theory. They left no doubt that the man killed that night was the redoubtable anarchist, Louis Roche, and that he had perished by the premature explosion of the bomb he was carrying wliile on his way to commit some diabolical outrage. What the outrage intended was and how he became possessed of the bomb —which, from the fragments discovered about the scene of the explosion experts pronounced to be of excellent workmanship—were not known for some time. At length, however, another communication was received from the French police, which threw light on both these points and on many others besides. From the communication it appeared that among anarchists in Paris it was said that the outrage intended was nothing less tlian the blowing up of the houses of parliament, or, at any rate, of the Clock Tower. The bomb had been prepared by a person passing among the anarchists under the name—assumed, no doubt—of La This person was reported to be a man of some wealth, and at the same time a skilled chemist, and he was devoting both his talent and his money to the cause of anarchism. He appeared to be known personally to few of the brethren —indeed, for purposes of safety, he mixed little with them, living in rooms in the West End of London, where he prepared his bombs, and meeting professed anarchists only from time to time in order to plan outrages and provide them with the means of carrying them out. Miasme, Lerat and the late Roche were his especial intimates and his chosen instruments for effecting his malignant purposes —in fact, he had created some jealousy in anarchist circles by refusing to place confidence in any others than those. The communication concluded by stating that the misadventure by which Louis Roche had lost his life had not in the slightest degree discouraged La Revanche and his associates, and that another attempt at outrage might be expected at any moment. According to the rumors circulating among the militant anarchists in Paris this liquid probably take the form of an explosion at Woolwich arsenal, or at some of the government dockyards. On receiving this communication Inspector Murphy had another consultation with his subordinates. "This,” said Magee, when the inspector had stated the effect of the French police’s communication, "this is a new development in an-archism—-the gentleman anarchist.” "Yes, and a very awkward one, too,” replied Mulligan. "We know nothing about their haunts and their appearances—but we know nothing about this La Revanche, except that he is a gentleman and lives in the West End, and is probably a Frenchman. That’s too vague to help us much. We can’tshadow every French gentleman living in West London, and yet while he’s free there will be no cessation of outrages. It’s true he is said now to employ only Miasme and Lerat, but even if we catch them he will soon get other desperadoes to take their places. He carries the sinews of war, and as long as he has money and a bomb manufactory we shall have plenty of outrages.” "That’s quite true,” said Inspector Murphy. “The pressing question then is, how can we trap La Revanche?” "I was thinking,” sai,d Mulligan, "that when we’re fortunate enough to trace Miasme aud Lerat, we should not arrest then —only shadow them. La Revanche must meet them some time or other, and when he does we could shadow him until we discover where his bomb factory is, then we might catch the lot.” "A sensible plan,” answered the inspector. "But, no doubt, Miasme and Lerat meet others than La Revanche. How could you tell which was which!” "Well, probably, they don’t meet many gentlemen —French or otherwise'” argued Mulligan,/‘so we should shadow all the well-dressed people they speak to or have dealings with. At any rate, that seems to me the only chance of catching La Revanche.” The inspector lay back in his chair and reflected. While he was doing so, a messenger entered the room and handed him a telegram. He tore the envelope and glanced at the message. Then he whistled. "By Jove!” he exclaimed; "they are going it. Just listen!” Portsmouth, 11; 20 p. m. Explosion in harbor. No injury to person or property. No trace of perpetrator of outrage. Send officer to investigate. "What do you think of that?” "Looks like another bungle,” said Mulligan, quietly. "Faith it does,” answered the inspector, ‘ but it may put us on the t rack of the rascals. Mulligan, start you by the first train and make searching inquiries.” Mulligan did start by the first train and did make searching inquiries. These inquiries resulted in a pretty certain opinion that, as he said when the telegram was received, there had been another bungle. He discovered that at Southsea a foreigner on the night of the explosion had hired a small rowing boat and that that boat had not been returned. He discovered further that fragments of a rowing boat similar to the one hired had been picked up outside Portsmouth harbor. On showing to the owner of the missing boat the photographs of Miasme and Lerat, that person, after

some hesitation, identified Minsme As the (foreigner jwho hired the boat. From these facts Mulligan drew the conclusion that Miasme had made an attempt to blow up the dockyard or the shipping in Portsmouth harbor, and had perished by the premature explosion of the bomb. And this conclusion was shortly afterwards confirmed by advices from the French police. These were to the effect that among Paris anarchists it was stated that the dockyard was the object of attack, and that since the attempt was made Miasme had been missing. It was added that much dissatisfaction existed regarding La Revanche" and his skill as a bomb maker, but that, ns he alone among London anarchists possessed funds he still contrived, in snite of his successive failures, to maintain his position. "And long may he,” was Inspector Murphy’s comment on reading this communication. "He’s doing more to suppress both anarchism and the anarchists than all the police in Europe put together. The best thing that could happen would be for him to go on blowing up his friends until they were all in fragments, and then for him to blow up himself.” Inspector Murphy had not very long to wait. Some three weeks after this conversation he received word of an attempted outrage at Hampton Court. The inhabitants of the palace were awakened about midnight by a tremendous explosion. The guard turned out, and, after considerable trouble, discovered the dead body of a man in the gardens. Evidently he, like Roche and Miasme, had been "exploded” himself, as Inspector Murphy called it, when attempting to blow up Hampton Court. On the inspector examining the dead man, he had no difficulty in identifying him as the third of that terrible trio of desperadoes—Lerat. Every one of them had perished by the same means as they had used to murder the innocent congregation of Notre Dame. The detectives were still engaged in investigating the circumstances connected with this explosion when Inspector Murphy received a mysterious note. It ran as follows: All is discovered. Let La Revanche take care. He thinks he has escaped, having fled from London. But the arms of the brotherhood stretch far. Tell him —your agent-provocateur — that he is now in as great danger as he was in Belgrave road. The avengers of blood are after him. He shall parish.— signed, Anarchist. "Hullo,” cried Inspector Murphy, when he had read his note; "the third failure has been too much for them, and La Revanche is now to be blown up himself. More power to their elboxj, I say.” "Belgrave road,” said "that’s where he hung out, apparently. Surely with such a straight tip as that we should be fools if we failed to lay hands on him.” "He has left it though,” said Inspector Murphy. "I don’t know whether we shouldn’t let him and his friends settle matters between them. It’s another case of trahison! —tra-hison! !—tra-hi-son ! ! !” But the inspector was only joking, and half an hour later he and Mulligan were in Belgrave road searching for |he lodgings of the missing M. La Revanche. They soon discovered them, too, though the name he had passed under with his landlady was not La Revanche, but Montagnard. The lady gave a very particular description of him, and stated that the cab which took him away and his luggage and what he had left behind demonstrated his identity with La Revanche, It consisted of several uncharged bombs, a large bottle of sulphuric acid, and the materials for compounding an explosive powder of great strength. Evidently he had left in a hurry.

To Mulligan was delegated the duty of tracing the missing man. The task was no easy one, and for more than a month his reports were not altogether satisfactory. He had traced La Revanche to Paris, but there for a long time he completely lost sight of him. One morning, just after Inspector Murphy had reached his office at the “Yard,” the door opened and in walked Detective Sergeant Mulligan. Though entirely unexpected, he was received by his inspector without the slightest indication of surprise. "Well, what’s up now?” Murphy asked in his quietest manner. “Oh, I’ve finished the job. sir,” replied Mulligan. "Found La Revanche ?” asked Murphy. Mulligan nodded his head. “Had him arrested ?” asked Murphy. Mulligan shook his head. "Failed to establish his identity?” asked Murphy, in a tone of disappointment. "No, I had some trouble over that,” replied Mulligan; "but in the end he admitted it himself.”. "Admitted it himself!” cried the inspector. “And why did the French government refuse to arrest him?” •‘Because he’s the young Comte de la Targe whose father, mother and two sisters were murdered by Roche & Co. at the Notre Dame explosion. The inspector looked steadily at his subordinate for a moment; then he whistled to relieve his feelings. “What are they going to do with him?” he then asked. f “Decorate him and send him back to his regiment in Siam,” was the answer. —[London Truth. —■■■*"*.. "I saw a very curious thing today-” Ife > “What was it?” -“A woman driving a nail with a hammer instead of with the back of her best hair brtish.”

MIGHTY BREATHINGS. • Remarkable Action of a Cratar in the Island of Sumatra. There are many mud volcanoes scattered throughout the world, but there are few whose action is so regular and so characteristic as that ot Deinpo, in the island of Sumatra. This marvelous volcano, about 10,000 feet in height, was visited recently by a correspondent who thus describes it: All was quiet and placid and I sat down awhile to take in the details of a scene so novel; a vast circular basin half a mile in with rocky sides of sheer precipices, ’ displaying at places horizontal strata, and at the bottom of this another * smaller basin, some 200 feet in i diameter, filled to within about thirty or forty feet of its rim with a smoky substance, like burnished silver, reflected the blue sky and every passing cloud. We had sat thus for perhaps ten or twelve minutes when I noticed that the centre of the white basin had become intensely black, and was scored with dark streaks. This area gradually increased. By steady scrutiny with my glass, for it was difficult to make out what was silently and 4 slowly taking place, I at last discovered that the blackness marked the sides of a chasm that had formed in —what I now perceived the white burnished mirror to be —a lake of seething mud. The blackness increased. The lake was being engulfed. A few minutes later a dull, sullen roar was heard i and I had just time to 'conjecture within myself whence it proceeded when the whole lake heaved and rose in the air for some hundreds of feet, y not as if violently ejected, but with a s calm, majestic upheaval, and then fell back on itself with an awesome roar which reverberated round and round the vast caldron and echoed from rocky wall to rocky wall like the surge of an angry sea; and the immense volume of steam let loose from its prison house dissipated itself ; into the air. The wave circles died away on the margin of the lake, which resumed its burnished face and again reflected the blue sky; and silence reigned again until the geyser had gathered force for another expiration. Thus all day long the lake was f swallowed up and vomited forth once 1 in every" fifteen or twenty minutes. That it was not always so quiet even as now the stones on the Sawah and the scoriae on the sides of the cone bore witness. Once in about every three years, the natives told me, the crops of coffee, bananas and rice were quite destroyed by " sulphur rain,” which covered everything for miles round the crater. —[Chicago Tribune, a* Mother Goose’s Grave.

“A man is very frequently ignorant of the things that lie nearest to him,” said,,,Hom Thomas M. Habson, the eminent Boston lawyer, f A case in point is furnished from my own experience. The windows of my office look down upon the old Granary graveyard that is one of the landmarks of Boston. It contains the Franklin monument, the tomb of John Hancock, and the dust of a number of old colonial governors. That much I knew up to the big encampment of the Grand Army in our town three or four years ago. It seemed that of all the sights of Boston none attracted the great crowd of Grand Army visitors like the old Granary Cemetery. I think at least 10,000 people made a daily’ pilgrimage there while the encampment lasted. “I was standing with a friend watching the crowds one day, when he remarked: ‘I guess it’s Mother Goose’s grave that draws the strangers.’ Here was something new to me. Boston bred and born, as I was, I didn't know up till then that the old lady whose rhymes have delighted thousands of juveniles all over the broad land had been laid to rest within a stone's throw of my office. Mother Goose is no myth; her real name was Ann Goose, as appears on her tombstone, which contains nothing else but the simple record of her birth and death. Whether she wrote all the rhymes herself or simply collated them is a vexed question, but in any event young America will ever cherish her memory.”—[Washington Post. Norman Gauntlets. Under the Norman Kings gloves, or, more strictly speaking, gauntlets, for they were made to cover the arm as well as the hand, were often richly embroidered and the backs set with precious stones. No doubt the Norman ladies, whose skill in needlework is shown by many an old fragment of tapestry still preserved; shut up as they were in the gloomy recesses of their strong castles, would find a pleasant change of occupation in ornamenting their lords’ gloves with curious tracery and quaint devices in gold and silver thread. The glove she was embroidering, with its suggestions of merry hawking parties by the reedy mere, of friendly contests in the tilting yard, would seem to the noble dame the token of peaceful recreation when the iron gauntlet with its heavy links and chains could be safely laid aside. As a proof that gloves at this period M formed a distinctive part of the dress of persons of high rank, tradition tells us that Richard Coeur de Lion, | on his w’ay home from Palestine J through Austria, was recognized by J the servants of his enemy, Duke Leopold, by the pair of jeweled gauntlets 1/ which he wore in his belt, these latter ill according w’ith the disguise he had assumed of a traveling merchant or home-returning pilgrim. — [Good Words. "" , 1 ■ < V'.'s • .. ; ’