Decatur Democrat, Volume 38, Number 48, Decatur, Adams County, 15 February 1895 — Page 9

1 ———■——■■ j ©he I DECATUR, IND. 1 *• MAOCTPBN, ... PomiHu. v Spain produces 8,000,000,000 corks a ’ fear and the other countries pull them. A Cincinnati suspender company has I suspended; but then, that’s its regular I business, of course. K Bill Dalton, dead; Bill Cook, jailed; Bill Doolin, dead. Indian Territory is . passing bad bills with commendable u seal. ! The Philadelphia Record says that in Japan the flute Is played only by men of rank. In this country it is chiefly Q played by those who are rank. v In sober earnestness, John L. Sullivan is not an actor. Perhaps that is why he never permits himself to be t eaught in such a condition on the stage. II Emotional Minneapolis girls are tl sending violets to Murderer Bllxt, the b j self-confessed slayer of Miss Glng. The flowers would look better on his victim's grave—or on his own. A Boston paper says that “in the pretty little Russian word, sasvidyetelstvoraniyve, Latin, Greek and Sanscrit may all be traced.’* Also neurasthenia, paresis and lockjaw. It is said that Col. Breckinridge Wants to go to the Sandwich Islands as Minister to Hawaii. If the Colonel will make it Patagonia we believe the matter can be arranged without any opi>ositlon whatever. Still another peaceable citizen stabbed to the north end.—Brooklyn Citizen. Horrible! A stab wound in the north end of a peaceable citizen nearly always proves fatal. Where 1 were the I police? I Chief Thunder Hawk cheated the I gallows by hanging himself with a towel. The Eastern papers claim this I “is the first instttnre of ***.»■- ■“ "mwjuu'H ilfiU damage suits for the rest of his natural life he probably regrets that he did not face Norcross* bomb at once and be done with it Eight San Francisco victims of a gold brick swindler visited together in jalj the man who had defrauded them. Seldom outisde of an asylum is so much peculiar intelligence collected. Each of the eight must have been proud to make the others’ acquaintance. i A Tennessee editor believes that if whisky were not taxed it would become so cheap that its salt would give little or no profit hence the great majority of the saloons would disappear. There may be something of truth in this, but the Idea originating with a Tennessee editor makes the whole scheme look "snaky." ' The court charged the jury in the Russell Sage-Laidlaw damage suit that if Sage grabbed Laidlaw deliberately, to use him for a shield from Norcross’ bomb, a verdict must be rendered in favor of Laidlaw; but If Sage grabbed the clerk instinctively the latter could not recover. The verdict shows that the jury decided that Uncle Russell grabbed instinctively, as usual. The loss of the steamer Chicora is only another proof of the risk run by boats upon the inland seas after the storms of winter hate set in. For winter navigation they need to be as stanch as ocean vessels, to resist wind and water; as strong and almost as well equipped and provisioned as Arctic exploring craft The quickly formed ice, the narrow waters that limit searoom, and the shallow shores are a constant menace to winter navigation. Nevertheless the profit and usefulness of It, will undoubtedly increase rather than I diminish its extent and the necessary precautions for safety from the ever present perils. Are you descended from a rich Eng--1 llsh family, whose youngest son, not I knowing he was the heir, came to i America, in order to become one of your great-grandfathers, and whose deI scendants are entitled each to an equal share In 81.700,000,000, which has accumulated in the Bank' of England since his death? You probably are, and if you are, you no doubt belong to a society dr have contributed to a fund for conducting a suit for the recovery of this money. There are about five hundred such organizations in the country, and It is easy enough to belong to one, even though you are . not descended from a famous family. But an association of this sort will, enable you to sympathize with the two Philadelphians who have such an estate to recover, and who have just been sued as swindlers by a narrow-minded man I in Minnesota. There are swindlers of this sort, perhaps, but of course’ your company is all right • —=? ■ In some of the States the courts construe the naturalization laws most liberally—liberally toward undeserving foreigners, harshly toward the longsuffering people who are compelled to accept them as felloe-citizens. Perhaps the tide has turned. The Court of Common Pleas at Pittsburg, Penn., has | recently adopted rules to cover natur- . allzation cases’ which will greatly diminish that part of the business of the court The new rules require the applicant for naturalization tc give pub-

lie notice in a newspaper two weeks before the time set for a hearing of hie application. Every applicant must be able to speak and read the English language; and In his petition he must declare under oath that the expenses of his application are not paid, or to be paid, by any political party or committee, or any person representing or acting for the same. After that It will remain to be determined whether the applicant Is “attached to the principles of the Constitution of the United States and well-disposed to the good order and happiness of the same.” A rigid enforcement of the naturalization laws of the United States would, Indeed, debar unworthy persons from complete citizenship. Unfortunately, such an enforcement of the law has been the exception and not the rule. It is further misfortune that, in many of the States, naturalization is not required as a condition for voting. One Drew, a down East judge, has decided that, if a person stopped on the road gives his or her money up on demand In fear of bodily peril, It is not highway robbery. All thoroughly seasoned old highwaymen expected no less of him. Upon a certain the late lamented Gil Blas, walking upon the highway in Spain, heard himself called upon in a very plaintive tone to bestow a coin into the hat of a beggar, and there beside the road, sure enough, was the hat and a goodly assortment of coins, even gold ones, already in It But Gil did not Immediately see the beggar, who was partly concealed in the brush. Looking around him, however. Gil did Immediately see the muzzle of a gun In a most unpleasant proximity to bls own person. His eye, with the rapidity with which eyes will do such things, ran along the barrel of the piece, and there at the other end of it was the face of the beggar, with bis bead cocked on one side and his right eye opposite to the lower sight At this moment the plaintive appeal was repeated, and Gil, feeling suddenly charitable, dropped a coin Into the bat and hurried on. This, of course, was not highway robbery. Neither was the case that Judge Drew has decided upon. .. • MAY GET RID OF THE PEST. Melbourne Leader. What can be done with the rabbit as a marketable commodity in the way of preserving the meat in tins and utilizing the skin has been proved, and a Sydney firm Is reported as having dispatched on agent to London whose mission is to extend a trade In exporting rabbits as frozen meat. He Is to do his best to push markets for the millions of superfluous game of the colony of New South Wales now being treated as vermin, and on the extermination of which large amounts of money are annually expended. Hares and rabbits are to be the first consideration, and other game, such as wallaby, the choice parts of the kangaroo, wild birds, etc., will follow. According to the manager of the company, a great part of the proposed export of rabbits will go to the northern parts, of England, the people In those districts having already favored the trade. Last year the company exported between 6,000 and 7,000 rabbits and about 10,000 hares. It is expected that the consignments of frozen rabbits will reach annually not less than 250,000. Up to the present the rabbits have been forwarded In bags, but for the future It Is intended to pack them In battened cases, fifty rabbits in a case. Instructions will be Issued to those who enter into the business of procuring the animals how they are to be killed. No shot, rabbits will be taken. They must be dispatched In such a manner that no blood Is allowed to get on their skins, and so Interfere with the process of freezing. The railway commissioners are offering every facility for the development of the trade, which Is likely to benefit the colony In more ways than one. In all there Is a hint to Victoria as to how a little of the government money now wastefully expended in poisoning might be judiciously used in the direction of subsidies toward making the rabbits a source of profit. Choking in Cattle. Somewhere in the past few months I have read of this remedy for a choked animal: Take a round stick, In diameter, perhaps, 1 or 2 Inches, and In length 6 or 8 Inches; tie a cord on each end, and put It In the animal’s mouth, the same as a bit In a horse’s mouth, tying the cord back of the horns. Last evening I found a nice heifer with an apple In her throat She was quite badly bloated—in fact, in a condition where something must be done for relief soon or I should be minus a heifer. Being alone, I could not push it down, and to snap it out with my thumbs was Impossible; so I tried the stlck-ln-the-mouth remedy. It worked like a charm, and In forty minutes from the time the stick was put in her mouth the apple had become soft and gone Into her stomach. As 1 remember the idea given, it was that the keeping the mouth open prevented attempting to swallow, and that would prevent the bloating, and the working of the tongue would create saliva, which would digest the apple or potato, or whatever might be the cause —but it does not matter what the theory was; practically, it Is a success, and the remedy is worth putting In your hat, where you will not forget It This one Instance has saved me enough to pay the cost for the year of every agricultural paper I take, and I wish to present it to others through your paper. —Country Gentleman. When you lose a hundred dollars, and your friend says be is sorry, it is naturally impossible for him to be as sorry as you are.

i THY XTHQ. > • Death rules the world I 1 'Neath one encircling pall bls kingdom t . Ilea; • He knows no peer. 1 The loves of men, the dreams, the fears, ' The aspirations, groans and tears Cling round the bier, The dark and silent shrine of sighs; Death’s royal throne. » i Long to the youth > Seems that fixed track his destiny pur- | sues. i Each passing day . New fields of pleasure, bowers of bliss ! Brings to his eye—too soon to pass ! In grief away. i Life Is but fleeting; none can lose The dread embrace of Death. Count well thy years And scan the score still held for thee; Soon must it pass. With pinions fleet the years roll by; 1 With swifter pace draws near that day 1 Whose eve. alas I Thy closing eyes will never see, Thy race is run I —Percy L. Housel. I THE CBHOKSIWS CBTSPBW. ▲ detective’s story, Ten years ago the town of Woolford was thrown into commotion one fine morning by news of a skillfully planned burglary. It was the early part of November, and the newly elected mayor of Woolford had celebrated his accession to civic power by giving a ball at his private residence, just outside the town. He was an exceedingly wealthy man, and his wife was the fortunate possessor <of a very fine set of diamonds. It was popularly understood that these were worth at least £lO,000, and popular opinion in this respect was not far wrong. On the morning after the ball, however, the mayoress discovered that her diamonds were missing. Instead of locking them up when she retired to rest she had carelessly left them lying on her dressing table. , ■ -rdrw, pill in charge ofthe mat ter and told to do our best. Our best, however, resulted in ignominious defeat. We followed the old methods —suspected the servants, examined their rooms and boxes, watched their movements, and finally confessed that they ihust all be completely exonerated. We invented plausible theories and could put none of them into practice. In the end we concluded that the diamonds had been stolen by an experienced burglar, who must have been very well acquainted with the house, and who had succeeded in doing his work in the most accomplished fashion. After that there was no more to be done. The mayor offered a very handsome reward for the recovery of the missing jewels, and many a man’s mouth watered as he read the amount promised. But as there was not even a clew to the thief the prospect of claiming the reward seemed very far away to every policeman. As soon as I heard of the burglary I made a guess—mentally,of course — at the burglar’s name. It was Jimmy Timble I felt confident of it. I knew of no local criminal accomplished enough to carry out sodaring a theft except Jimmy. And Jimmy had just come home from Portland, where he had spent nearly six years ’ in penal servitude. That was not : his first period of incarceration, nor ' his second. Jimmy had been a thief from boyhood. and those who knew him felt persuaded that nothing 1 would make him give up his career of crime. It was this belief, coupled ' with my knowledge of Jimmy’s re--1 turn to Woolford, that made me suspect him of taking the diamonds. When Jimmy was not in prison 1 he worked as a bricklayer’s "paddy,” 1 and made his home at one of the big ■ common lodging houses in a low part of the town. Two or three days after the diamond robbery I went one evening toward this house, intendI ing to have an interview with Jimmy 1 and hear what he had to say for ' himself. By good fortune I met him 1 just outside the door and stopped 1 him. He regarded me-calmly and > with perfect equanimity. He was > at all times a curious little man—--1 dwarfish in stature, very slightly de--1 formed, and always full of a certain 3 quaint assurance, mixed with a sly ». demeanor which was amusing to • everybody. My interview with Jimmy • threw no light whatever on the mys- » tery, as he pleaded ignorance of the J whole affair. If Jimmy had got the • diamonds he had done his work so i thoroughly that a clew of any de--3 scription was not yet discoverable. 1 And it was just that want of a clew » that persuaded me of Jimmy’s guilt. I knew of no man who could have j done the work so thoroughly. • During the next two or three days t I thought matters over from all 3 points of view, but I could find J nothing to warrant mein taking r steps against Jimmy Timble. I 3- wondered if he had been associated - with others in the burglary. More » he had worked in company r with his brother, Jerry Timble; but s it was impossible for him to have > had any help from Jerry on this oc- • casion, for the simple reason that J the unfortunate Jerry was spending . twelve months in the county jail for stealing. And it appeared to me, upon considering the case still more . ieeply, that, it being an affair of 3 great magnitude, Jimmy Timble » would prefer to work it singlehanded.

The secret, therefore, vested with him, and there was nothing but patience to be exercised. As no trace of the diamonds could be found we thought it well to Keep a watch on two or three Suspicious characters in the town, with a view to discovering the whereabouts of the valuables. It seemed to us that the thief or thieves must have planted the jewels in some safe spot and waited until the agitation had blown over before removing them. Thus it came about that Jimmy Timble’s movements were watched very jealously. His goings out and his comings in were noted, and the eye of the law was constantly upon him. Whether Jimmy was aware of this or not I do not know; but if he was, he suddenly did a foolish thing—he , allowed himself to be caught, one dusky February evening, in the very oct of burglariously entering a dwelling house; and within an hour he was safely ensconced in the cells of the police court. There I found him next morning when I went ffly round. He looked at me with a half rueful, half comical expression of countenance. "Back again, Jimmy,” said I. “I thought you had turned over a.-new leaf.” "So did I, Mr. Burton," he answered. "But you fellows don’t give us poor chaps a chance; you don’t, indeed. Just because I wanted to look through the window of a house last night they run me in here. Too bad, now, ain’t it, Mr. Burton?” "It’ll be another five years’ penal, will this, Jimmy,” said I. "What a foolish man you are I Why don’t you reform and live honestly?” He smiled knowingly at me. "Why do birds fly?” said he. “ 'Cos they're used to it. It’s natur’—that’s what, it is, Mr. Burton.” So Jimmy languished in the town jail for a few weeks, having been committed for trial. Then the assizes came on at Woolford and he was brought up to stand his very doubtful chance. His trial was little more than a formality, for Jimmy had been caught in the very act of inserting his pocket crowbar in the Window ledge of the house. He was found guilty and sentenced to five years’ penal servitude Tiav®’ disturbed his equanimity, and he smiled very placidly as I greeted him. “Well, you’ve done it again, 1 Jimmy.” said I. "We sha’n t see any more of you for a while.” "You’re fight there, Mr. Burton,” he answered. "And I sha’n’t see any more of you, eh? I don’t care— I can do five years on my head. But I’m sorry I sha’n’t be able to see Jerry. He comes out next week. ” "I believe he does.” “We were always very fond of each other, me and Jerry,” said Jimmy Timble. “Very fond we was. We’ve worked things together many a time.” “You have, and given us a good deal of trouble with your efforts?” "I dare say,” answered Jimmy, imperturbable as ever; "I dare say. But I say, Mr. Burton, you might do me a favor. I’ve always looked on you as a friend; and when a chap’s got put away for five years he naturally looks to his friends, don’t he?” "I suppose he does, Jimmy. Well, what is it you want?” "Why, there’s two or three things at the lodging house that I would like given to Jerry when he comes out. There’s a knife and a watch chain, and two or three other little articles —all come by honest, Mr. Burton. Oh, and there’s a book, the ‘Pilgrim’s Progress, ’ a very interesting book is that. Will you tell the lodging house folks to 'live>them up to Jerry, Mr. Burton?” "Very well, Jimmy. Perhaps I'd better take charge of them myself, and give them to Jerry the next time I see him. I shall be sure to come across him as soon as he comes out. ’‘l’d take it real kind if you would, ’’ said Jimmy; "and you might tell him to keep that ‘Pilgrim’s Progress, ’ 'cos I’ll finish reading it When I’ve done this five years.” With that we parted and Jimmy was presently whirled away in the black Maria to the town jail. We were rid of his presence for four years at any rate. He was soon removed to Portland, and there, no doubt, made himself perfectly comfortable. I forgot all about Jimmy’s parting request until a week or two later. Then, finding myself one day in the neighborhood of the lodging house which had served as Jimmy’s home, I went inside and asked the deputy to hand over the convict’s possessions. He did so with an air of scorn, remarking that Jimmy’s belongings were not worth twopence to anybody. I thought he was right when I subsequently turned over the contents of the bundle. There was nothing there of any consequence, and I wondered very much that Jimmy Timble should have been so particular about having his little properties handed over to his brother Jerry. The "Pilgrim’s Progress” we the most incongruous object turne.. out of the old handkerchief Which held Jimmy Timble’s belongings. I shook my head perplexedly as I stared at it. What was Jimmy Timblc, thief, burglar, thrice convicted criminal, doing with the “Pilgrim’s Progress”? And how was it sat that particular work was the only book he possessed? And how did he >■- come to possess it at all? I turfled the leaves over carelessly and could ■ see nothing unfamiliar about the book. I finally concluded that Jimmy Timble had picked it up ’ somewhere and kept it out of curi- > osity, and with that I tied it up again with the rest of his possessions.

The days passed by, bub I saw nothing of Jerry Timble. He had left the county jail, but he did not present himself at his usual haunts In Woolford. I preserved the bundle for him and waited, knowing quite well that if he was in the town we should see him at the police office sooner or later. It was impossible for either Jimmy or Jerry Timble to keep his hands from picking and stealing. But time passed on and Jerry did not appear. I began to think that he had removed himself to some other town. About nine months after Jimmy Timble had gone back to penal servitude I chanced to go one day into a secondhand book shop, the proprietor of which was an old acquaintance of mine. Somehow our conversation drifted to the criminal classes and ere long the shopkeeper menj tioned the name of Jimmy Timble. "He was a queer customer, was Jimmy,” said he. “He came in here one day last time he was out of prison, and looked round him as if he wanted something. ‘Now, sir,’ says I, ‘what can I find for you?’ ‘Give me an old book to read, mister,’ answered Jimmy. ‘We don’t give books here,’ says I; ‘we sell ’em.’ He said nothing to that, but after awhile he pulled out twopence. ‘What can I have for that? he asked. ‘Here you are,’ says I, ‘a “Pilgrim’s Progress,” pictures and all, for twopence.’ So he walked off with his book.” That explained Jimmy’s possession of the" Pilgrim’s Progress” then lying at my house. I went home and had my supper, and then sat down to have a thorough examination of the book. I was confident that there was something about that book which it would repay anybody to discover, and I was determined to solve the mystery. But though I went carefully through it page by page, once, twice, and three times, I saw nothing. There was no writing, no hieroglyphic signals, nothing to attract attention. But at the fourth time of examination I made a discovery. Underneath the first “the” on the first page there was the plain mark of a pin prick, just as if a pin had been that Jimmy Timble’s "Pilgrim’s Progress” concealed some private message from himself to his brother Jerry. I began what proved a long and weary task. The next pin prick I found was under the letter “j” on page 8; the next under “e” on page 11; the next under *w” on page 12. Then came pricks under letters “e” ‘ 1,” “s/’ all on different pages, and thus I had spelt out two words, “the jewels.” I took courage at that and went on. There was, no doubt, much to follow. All that evening I worked away at my task. It was anything but easy. Sometimes the pin pricks were faint and hardly decipherable; sometimes there were several on one page; sometimes the spelling puzzled me; sometimes I seemed to lose the track altogether. But I persevered, and just as midnight struck I had solved the mystery and had written out Jimmy Timble’s ingenious message to his brother Jerry: “The jewels as I got from the mare's wife is berried underneath the lilac tree in old George Atkinson’s garden in Lilywood road. Keep an eye on them and don’t disturb them unless they are goin to bild on the garden. If they bild dig them up and keep them safe till I come out agen your brother James.” So there was an explanation of the mystery, or rather of two mysteries. I had been right, after all —the burglary»at the mayor’s residence was the work of Jimmy Timble. I lost no time next morning in interviewing Mr. George Atkinson and ■n persuading him to let me dig un- . uer his lilac tree. There, sure enough, I found the missing diamonds, carefully wrapped up and put away. Jimmy had hidden them until suspicion had quite blown over and he had felt free to resume possession of them. The attempted burglary had spoiled his plans. I saw Jimmy when he returned from Portland four years later. He smiled knowingly as he met me. ‘‘l reckon you think yourself a clever man, Mr. Inspector, don’t yer?” said he. ‘ 'But you'd have been made a nice catspaw of if only that fool of a Jerry had turned up in good time; wouldn’t yer, now?” I dare say Jimmy was right. But as events turned out fortune was wholly on my side in this case. A Venerable Pedestrian. Many wonderful things are to be found in Bucks county, Pennsylvania, but the latest is an old man of eighth-four, who can walk a mile, in less than ten minutes. Charles Walton lives with his wife in a little cottage between Bristol and Hulmeville. A bet was recently made that the old man could not walk from Hulmeville Eden, a distance of one mile in s than fifteen minutes. Then were many to witness the walk against time, and, to the surprise of all, the old man covered the distance inside of ten minutes, and without unusually exerting himself. The venerable pedestrian was born in October, 1810, in the old stone house no\v standing on the Simpson Grove camp meeting site. He has never tasted intoxicating liquor, but has chewed tobacco since he was ten years old. His father was an Englishman and his mother an Indian squaw. He is a broom maker, and has a great reputation for good work among the neighboring farmers.—New York Advertiser,

GANDER PULLING. A Strange Sport of the Early Days of Missouri. Ex-Governor Fletcher, of Missouri, formed the center of a little group the other day who were discussing old times. “When I was a boy,” he said, "I lived among the pioneers in Missouri. They were a fine class of people; all in all, the best people I ever knew. They drove back the Indians and made bear and deer their meat, as the saying goes. It was before the days of the schoolmaster. Occasionally we had a three months subscription school, but the master was employed more for his physical qualifications to discipline the big boys than for his learning. It was before the days of baseball and football, and the sport that stood at the head of the list was a ‘gander pulling.’ The men met,” continued the governor, “at some suitable cross roads store, and they pooled in $1 each, say twenty or twenty-five of them. That was a big purse in those days. Then they got the oldest and toughest gander that roamed that circuit. The feathers were carefully plucked from his neck and the neck was covered with grease and soap. After these preliminaries Mr. Gander was securely tied to a swinging limb of a tree, head hanging downward. This done, the men would mount their horses, a circle was drawn, the master of ceremonies took his place in the center of the ring, whip in hand, and kept every horse on a lively run as the riders tried to catch the gander’s neck. The man who succeeded in pulling off the gander’s neck raked in the pot. If he held on until he was pulled off his horse, it counted for the gander and the rider was out. It was a little tough on the fowl, but as a fea£ of strength and horsemanship iS’was worth seeing, and the knights of old never put lance in rest or rode in tournament to greater applause among the spectators than was showered upon them by the throng at a gander pulling. I was once an eye witness of this strange sport. Experiments at Shoeburyness hav shown that an Armstrong shell cai be thrown 9,176 yards—about fiv< and one-thtrd miles—says a write in Temple Bar. It is therefore ab solutely clear that if all the flee were temporarily absent from the port of Gibraltar, either on som< special mission or dispersed by i storm, hostile ironclads taking up t position within four miles of the eastward of Europa point might witl impunity send shot and shell int< the outlying parts of the fortress and cause much destruction of life and property. On the other hand, the governor of the fortress would not be idle, and the experiences of the late civil war in America have abund- i antly proved that the cannon in fortresses, if they strike a ship of war with their projectiles, even at long range, may do considerable mischief; while, on the other hand, many shot and shell may strike a fort and only do trifling damage. It is practically impossible to throw shot or shell over the high part of the rock, near Spain, and the cannon ensconced in the unique rock galleries, with their royal artillery gun detachments, would be absolutely safe. Even if the neutral ground between Gibraltar and Spain were occupied by a hostile foe comparatively little damage would be the result During thf writer’s stay at Gibraltar it was considered desirable to try the expert, ment of firing upward from the plair on the Spanish side into the galleries, dummies being placed to represent the necessary gun detachments A regiment several hundred strong was accordingly placed in position ancj supplied with ball cartridges. Thq range, however, was unknown amq the fire being directed upward, i_ was fully an hour before any of dummies were hit, after the ex penditure of much ammunition. It 1 actual warfare, of course, the Britishrifle sharpshooters must have picked out their foes by firing downward from the galleries. Bomb proo,. barracks and hospitals are poten n factors against the horrors of bom bardment, and there is little doubt* that there is ample room at Gibralta" for some amendment on this head. L Seven Years Disappeared. Seven years ago Miss Jennie Mor gan disappeared from her home i Pittsburg, Penna., and nothing wa, konw.n by her family ot her wherej. abouts. «> j Five months ago her father into court and asked to be appointe administrator of her estate, as it wa°‘ known that she had about $1,500 D? a local savings bank. The other dafcl there was a hearing in the matter, bvte further proceedings were stopped bf 9 A the,appearance in court of the youn. e lady herself. During these seven yeai le she had been employed as a domes tic in an East end family and ha 1 , kept her identity concealed. Sb J ' gave as a resaon for her action tht ot ' her father had ill treated hQr,„ ag ' ■ ; 8( New Orange Disease. Q . Orange trees have been attackf ,w *- i by a new disease in Spain. It reser 18 - I bles mildew and affects fruit, bran<. n . I and leaf, which it turns yellow, disease has been named serpeta. I commission qf agriculturists, bot~* i nists and chemists is engaged r** t studying it, and as a preliminary 3 fensive measure orange growers aj ?e - counseled to give their trees a coat , petroleum. —Chicago Herald.