Daily Greencastle Banner and Times, Greencastle, Putnam County, 19 May 1897 — Page 3

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of hie solitude in '.he dead of night ■with a homicidal maniac was sufficiently tmmannins. Ho turned pale, but

STRANGE sense of questioned with assumed airiness,

j “Why?”

"Justice," answered the stranger, | slightly elevating his brows.

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disquietude took possession of Ralf

ii Segwell the moll ment he heard that

she was of the house party. He did not know that Lady Wallace had asked her, and felt angry with his fair young hostess for the indiscretion.

“What's the fascination in Segwell?'' murmured a guest irrelevantly. Look at him and Miss Clifford.” “He deceives us all,” answered a pretty American. “He's enigmatic and melancholy. * * » He's the only concrete specimen of evil I know. We talk a good deal about had things and read bad books, but on the whole modernity is very good—don’t you think

eo!”

“Some of you have a ferocious bark, Miss Swift.” "Most persons’ bark is worse than their bite; Half Segwell’s bite is much worse than his bark. I guess that's why he's so uncanny. In fact, he never barks at all—he JustValks up to one in a friendly sort of way and bites. 1 hope they have consigned him to the haunted rocm!” 'They have, I believe, but he doesn't know. They never tell their guests, then nothing ever happens. There's nothing to happen, for they haven't a ghost, you know; only a door that leads nowhere. An obtrusive thing that forces its personality or doorallty on you. It has not been opened for hundreds of years—no human power can force it.” **••••• “I asked Mary Clifford to please you.” said Lady Wallace. They were sitting together in the great hall. ‘‘You were such friends. I am sorry—it’s a hostess' duty to know all these things. I apologize.” She noticed a weary expression settle on his face. Her sympathies were touched. When their eyes met she flushed and smiled with a winning, intimate grace that was daring without being bold. “How shall I atone?” “You witch!” he said in a very low voice; then suddenly he stood up as a little white figure passed at the end of the hall. "It was Miss Clifford!” she said. “Was it?” he answered indifferently. “Let us talk about you.” *•***•» That night as Ralf Segwell shut himself in his room the feeling of depression he experienced on arriving at Mersdalc returned. His thoughts wandered to the house party—nineteenth century men and women, effervescing

"RALF, COME BACK.” with spontaneous epigram, locked up in these vast, gloomy rooms. How strangely the place dominated the people! The old seemed the significant fact, the infesting butterflies but shadowy things inhabiting for a brief period this great somber pile. He looked up and noticed a door that had escaped his observation in the afternoon. He tried the handle, then a cold shudder went through him as ho turned from p and crossed the immense room, only dimly lit by candles that spluttered at intervals. He glanced again at the locked door. What a miserable hole they had consigned him to! A wild desire to sneak away elsewhere became almost irresistible. Unable to rest, he flung himself out of bed, stirred up the fire to a blaze, and lit every candle In the room. As he held the match to each one he looked with renewed fear over his shoulder. Then he placed a chair near the fire, yet facing the dreaded quarter, and sat down, determined to watch till daybreak. But with Inactivity and the dead silence and the blaze of light the strange incomprehensible terror returned doublefold. The soun< jfhli own breathing became painful.** He thought cf Mary Clifford, then something moved. He sat still as one par-* alyzed; his blood romped through his veins, and icy hands seemed to grip h's heart. The handle before him turned, and the door that had not opened for a hundred years swung back,and a man walked slowly Into the room. He wai dressed in evening clothes, and seemed to all appearance like other men, but for a startling expression in his gray eyes. Half rose to his feet tongue-tied while his visitor walked to the fireplace and sat down. "I can give you an hour," he murmured. There was a

silence.

“What for?” said Ralf, at last. "To live,” he answered, indifferently. It leaped to Ralf Bagwell's mind that ho was entertaining a madman. The house was full, which necessitated the using of this room. The mysterious door was undoubtedly the entrance to the apartments of some insane relative. His own previous apprehension must have been caused by a latent consciousness of a human presence n stone's throw from him. The thought

"How do you propose to take my

life?"

“Through your imagination. * • • I shall look at you.” He glanced up. Ralf shrank from the gaze, then said with a ghastly attempt at a smile, "Well, I hope my light still burns. I cling to life, you know, here and hereafter. I shall fight for that second hour." The smile withered on his lips, as his visitor again turned his terrible gaze from the fire to him. "Mary Clifford has saved your soul, prolligate." The voice reverberated through the room. The walls echoed hack "Profligate,” and his own lips moved to utter the word, but he said under his breath. “Mary Clifford." and the sound was as water to a thirsty man. “The pure love that she alons was able to wake in you, and that still lives in your heart, though you stitle it under the clogging weeds of gross passions, has kept burning the flame of your spiritual life.” He leaned forward. “Another woman here would stifle it this time forever, and would kill her you have wronged; but,” he ended with a shrug, "you will die tonight.” Ralf sat still a long time, trying to guess how knowledge of the details of his own life had reached his companion. Was this mad philosopher a friend of hers? And even so, how had he divined that she still held the greater place in his heart, though he had been wantonly faithless to her? Would she mind were he in truth to die? Had he any right to hope even that she should? Would she care? he said. "Your hour Is passed!” Ralf started and turned pale to the lips. He saw his visitor’s aspect had changed; he had become a phantom creature with a living face. A terrible, awful human physiognomy stared at him ivith preposterous, hideous fixity. He writhed and wresteled, but the eye? defied his movements, he could not look away; all the nerves of his body, the consciousness of his mind, the very vitality of his system, were absorbed by paralyzing fear. Time brought no relaxation, every moment seemed an eternity. "Pity! pity!” he cried, but the gray eyes watched him. "Help! help! help!” The impotent words echoed back on bis hearing. His voice was a whisper, lie tried to listen for the sound of footsteps he knew would not come, then again, struggled with superhuman effort to release himself from the power of the phantom figure, the ghastly face—and the eyes!—the eyes that watched without mercy! But slowly in torture life was waning from his wearied frame. He sank on the ground, clutching at the rug with distended fingers. "Mary!” he murmured, and the eyes still stared. • * * • Susan Swift felt herself awakened by a hand on her shoulder. Recollection of the haunted room kept her listening to the throbbing of her own heart, with eyes firmly closed. It was a moment which necessitated the staring of a real live apparition in the face. She did so, however, at last, and behold nothing more frightening than Mary Clifford; pale, indeed, as a ghost, and her great eyes wide open us if it were not the middle of the night and time for reasonable beings at least to feel drowsy. "Get up, Miss Swift—oh! quick, quick." "Is it a fire?" said Susan, sitting up suddenly. "No!” said the girl. "You must come with me to Mr. Segwell's room!” The American was fairly aghast. “1 think not,” she said, deliberately. "Miss Clifford, you must be considerably scared about something, but nothing could justify such a preposterous no-

tion.”

A look of despair crept into the girl's face. She turned away. “I thought you, being an American, would be brave and kind. I thought I could trust you * * * hut i must go alone.’ And in a moment she was at the door Susan leaped from her bed. She didn't see why an American should be expected not to mind prowling about in the middle cf the night in a man’s bedroom, but she knew she wasn't going to let Mary Clifford go alone, anyhow! As to feeling brave—she simply felt terrified! They stole together along the gallery, down a winding stairccse, and thence through an interminable corridor. Susan Swift began to feel very miserable. A sensation ol fear was growing over her, when suddenly they both stopped, each affected by some unaccountable emotion. Mary turned round and said gently, “You are not afraid?” "Is there anything about me that looks ofaid?” the American answered, her heart In her mouth. Then they went on through a great swing door, which seemed to cut them off from the habitable part of the house. Neither hail ever been there before, yet Mary hastened as one who knew the way by instinct. At last they stood still. A sense of imminent calamity overpowered them both, then in a moment Mary Clifford opened a door. A keen draught extinguished her candle as the two entered the room. A door opposite them Inside was open, and on the floor In a flood of light lay the body of Rail Segwell. The unhappy girl knelt down and chafed the dead hands. "Ralf, Ralf! come back!” she cried, despairingly. "Anything, anything, onlv come back!” Then the click of a turning lock vibrated through the room. The door that led nowhere had closed.—France; Forbes-Robertson in Westminster Budget. _ The Influx of tramps Into Delaware towns has begun.

CRETE AM) PEOPLE. BEAUTITUL ISLAND WITH A TROUBLOUS HISTORY. The Turk Haa Hern Its Must Tyrannical Kuler —- Its 1 nhaliitMUts Have StrugKlril for Liberty Through Several

Ceutu ries*

alloted to Boniface, Marquis of Montserrat, who sold it to Venice. The Venetian rule was hut a repetition of all that had gone before, the island being looked upon only as a place where taxes could be levied. They were levied to such an extolh that the population Is said to have been reduced from $1,600,000 to 160,000 in 450

The climate of Crete it mild and salubrious, the close proximity of the mountains and the sea giving It a cool and even temperature the year round. The fertile soil of the lowlands produces olives, oranges and lemons In great profusion, and this Island, which was once called, with Sicily, the granary of Rome, might again become a

(Special Letter.) HE island of Crete lies at tho entranca to the Grecian archipelago, being sixty miles distant from the mainland of Greece and 110 miles from Asia a Minor. It thus lay ’ym directly in the path of western migration and was one of the first points in Europe settled by man. The Pelasgi, or primitive Greeks, when they entered Greece also took possession of the attractive and luxuriant island of Crete, and in the time of Homer it was a prosperous and thick-ly-settled country. Its early history is entirely mythical and legendary. It was the birthplace and burial place of Jupiter, and the wonderful and intricate labyrinth of the Minotaur,of which no one who entered could ever find his way out, was situated In Crete. Cydonla, the ancient city that stood where Canea now la, was called "the mother of cities.” In ancient times Crete was a place of importance and is described thus by Homer: "There is a country, Crete, in the midst of the Black Sea, beautiful and fertile, wave-washed roundabout, with a population infinite in number, and ninety cities. The races are different; there are Achaens. the

years. At the end of this time the i prosperous and productive land under a Turks, with the hearty co-operation of favorable government. Crete'has been the Cretans themselves, drove out the waiting over nineteen hundred years Venetians and a rule even worse than for such a blessing, and no one can say theirs had been was inaugurated. They how much longer she will have to wait.

had exchanged Venetian tax-gatherers for Turkish, and the miseries of religious persecution was added to their others. Rebellions without number have teen fought, but always with the same result. The island would be overrun with soldiers of the sultan, the land devastated, villages burned and the Cretans starved into making terms —w'hlch the Turks never kept. This state of affairs has continued down to our own day. Just previous to the last rebellion, in 1866, the Cretans addressed a petition to the sultan pro-

testing.

The answer to the petition was that the Cretans, who had assembled to discuss their situation, disperse at once. They were reluctant to do this, the governor attempted to force them, they resisted and the war was on. Perhaps it would have been just as well if this petition had received the fate of a former. When it was handed to the pasha to be forwarded to Constantinople, he substituted one of his own composition, in which his reign of misrule was praised without stint and the people represented as peaceful and happy. For this the pasha was loaded with presents by the sultan, and that was the last of the petition. The result of the petition of 1866 was a long and destructive war, in the end of which the

After making a gallant fight in the last insurrecticn, but thirty years ago, she was compelled to make terms with the Turks by the treachery and Intervention of several “friendly powers.” It was a case of history repeating itself, and history bids fair to repeat itself again in the present instance.

LIVED ON FAT OF THE LAND. Ancient Komans Could I'at the Choicest Delicacies of the World. When at its zenith the Roman empire laid all the barbarian countries of the world under contribution to supply the tallies of its nobles and wealthy citizens with the fine luxuries of life, says Lippincott's Magazine. Asia and Africa poured in the rich spices and fruits of the tropics; Germany and the great north countries raised the grains and wild berries; Italy and the fertile land of the Franks cultivated the vineyards to make or express the wines; every strip of sea coast from the Mediterranean to the Baltic contributed its quota of fish, and the forests of Brittany yielded the wild game of tht woods—birds, beasts and fowls—for the banquets of the proud, dissolute rulers of the vast empire. With the choice products of a great world sc easily obtained there were wanton waste, foolish extravagance and a

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Cydonians, the crest-waving Dorians, and the divine Pelasgi. Theirs is Gnossus, a great city, and theirs is King Minos, who talked nine years with great Jove." The very conditi. ns which tended to the independence and rapid development of Crete in ancient times, its insular position and freedom from outside interference, have served to keep it in subjection ever since it was conquered by the Romans. The Cretans were the earliest seafaring Greeks, and in 67 B. C., nearly eighty years after Greece had passed under Roman rule, the sailors of Crete were still independent. They sailed from one end of the Mediterranean to the other, sacked the defenceless towns that lay near the coast and made it unsafe for any Roman galley to venture forth. In the days of Cicero, when Rome claimed dominion over all the known world, these daring pirates entered the Tiber and captured transports that were carrying grain to Romo. They had grown too powerful to be ignored, and Rome turned all her attention to making an end of them. Metellus, a Roman general, sailed for Crete with a large army, and after a number of sharp battles on sea and land, succeeded in destroying the power of the pirates, and Crete was made a Roman province. Since then it has been constantly under the dominion of some foreign and oppressive ruler, Roman, Saracen, Byzantine, Venetian, and lastly, the “unspeakable Turk,” robbing and misgoverning in turn. When the Saracens wrested the isl-

VIEWS IN CRETE.

Cretans, when the aid of Greece was suddenly withdrawn, had to accept the terms of peace offered by the Turks. Candia, once the capital and chief city, still has fifteen thousand inhabitants and is the residence of the Greek archbishop. The extensive fortifications of the Venetians are yet standing, but here as elsewhere, they are sadly out of repair. The harbor is almost inaccessible as the result of earthquakes. and the town itself has suffered from the same disturbances.

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A GLIMPSE OF CANEA. and from the Byzantine, or Eastern Roman empire, in 823, all the inhabitants were converted to Islamism. It was either that or extermination. But in 960 Phocas won the island back, and the Cretans returned to Christianity. In 1204 the Crusaders, under Baldwin, Count of Flanders, invested Constantinople and overthrew for a time tho Byzantine empire. The empire was divided among the victors and Crete was

LUDA BAY. Suda Bay. a few miles east of Canea. is a beautiful land-locked harbor large enough to contain all the fleets of Europe. The roads throughout the island are of the most wretched description, the short portion of one between Suda Bay and Canea being the only one over which a carriage can be driven. This is for the benefit of the Turkish officials, w ho debark at Suda Bay and proceed thence to Canea. For the rest of the islanders, toiling along, beside their heavily laden donkeys, any kind of a road is good enough. All the native inhabitants of Crete, Mohammedans and Christians, are of the Greek race and speak the Greek language. On account of their insular position they have suffered far less from foreign Iniluences than the Greeks of the continent. Turkish and other foreign words are very rare In the Cretan dialect, while common enough In modern Greek. The Cretans of to-day, In language and person, are the purest representatives of the ancient Greeks to be found anywhere. They are tall and athletic, especially the mountaineers, and eager to advance themselves intellectually. Every petition to the sublime porte asks for school an 1 teachers, but schools cost money and consequently are not looked upon favorably by the Turkish government. The women of the mountainous districts are noted for their great beauty, and the explanation given of this fact is significant. Whenever a girl of the lowlands gives promise of being exceptionally attractive she is sent by her friends into the mountains, where the danger of becoming an inmate of a Turkish harem is far less than in the neighborhood of the towns.

strange disregard of the value of expensive luxuries, and the historian dwelling upon these times delights in recapitulating the various articles ol diet arranged in tempting manner upon the groaning tables at the great feasts anil banquets. But, excepting Nero’s dish of peacock tongues and Cleopatra’s cup of wine with the dissolved pearls In it, the menu of our modern banquets would compare favorably with those spread in the times when gluttony, licentiousness and greed for luxury were insidiously sapping the strength of Rome.

Little Caume, Played

Ohl;hL to Interest Lovers of Flowers. Learn a lesson for the season from the south of France. In the flower season at Cannes plates of glass are thinly covered with clarified inodorous fat; upon or under this fat the flowers are placed and the power this substance has to absorb and retain perfumes is astonishing, says the New York Herald. On these sheets of glass the most delicate odors are thus fixed almost as securely as on the collodion prepared plates the most delicate pictures are retained. In this way the jessamine the violet, the tuberose and orange per fumes travel across France and arriv. here as pure as the day they were given forth from the flowers themselves. The emancipation of the odor from its imprisonment is very simple. The fat, cut into small cubes, is placed In spirits of wine and the delicate essence immediately deserts the coarse fat for the more spiritual solvent. M. I’iesse, in his interesting work on perfumery, says that "while cultivators of gardens spend thousands for the gartificatiou of the eye they altogether neglect the nose. Why should we not grow flowers for their odors as well as for their colors?” And, we may add* the ladies may utilize some of our own waste garden perfumes very easily and with pecuniary advantage to themselves. Heliotrope, the lily of the valley, honeysuckle, myrtle, clove, pink and wallflower perfumes, such as we get in the shops, are made up odors cunningly contrived from other flowers. Yet they may be made pure with a little trouble. "I want heliotrope pomade,” says M. Piesse, in despair. "I would buy any amount that I could get.” And the way to get it is very simple. If there is a gluepot in the house and it happens to be clean, fill it with olarifled fat, set it near the hothouse fire, or any other fire, just to make the fat liquid, and throw in as many heliotrope flowers as possible; let them remain for twentyfour hours, strain off the fat and add fresh ones; repeat this process for a week and the fat will have become a pomade a la heliotrope. The same process may be gone through with all the other flowers mentioned. A lady may in this manner make her own perfume, and we may add, in the words of M. Piesse, “one that she cannot obtain for love or money at the perfumer's.”

ELEPHANTS IN WARFARE

EXTENSIVE USE BEASTS

OF THE GREAT IN INDIA.

DIVER DIES UNDER WATER. Heart DImouho Overtaken Him While 11 In In the I'utapuco Kiver.

They Draq; Biu Onn* and Do Duty Like Soldier*—Their Knormous Streuq^.1* Krmhle* n Few of Them to K«"|t|jM*o Many Bollock*—Never Know I>ef«*at* The elephant, says the New York Herald, has become one of the most important adjuncts of the English, army in India. He is attached t<> the artillery, in every sense of the word, and drags the biggest guns as if they were feathers, keeping a steady paco with the tramp of the infantry. He is no laggard at any time, and deep, indeed, must be the mire and high tho barricade which he cannot walk through or demolish. In one respect the elephant in artillery is like Napoleon—never knows defeat. Tire officers an 1 men of the Indian army have for years been working with tho idea of making the elephant more and more useful. At first the lug beast was used on the fortifications, for hauling lumber, and all kinds of tasks for which great strength, alxsolnto obedience and docility were required. Now he knows as well what to do as the best posted artilleryman, and will bring his gnu to the regimental front with the precision of a veteran. The particular use to which the elephant is put in the artillery line in India is to drag the heavy batteries and the guns of the siege train. These instruments of war are tremendous in size and exceedingly heavy. Until the regime of the elephant it ha 1 been tho custom to have them drawn by long

lines of bullocks.

There was, however, no end of trouble with these beasts. They were hard to control, and so many of them were required that they proved a gixxl deal of a nuisance. So it is that tha British artillery man rejoices at tho substitution of the elephant for tho bullock. One elephant will draw without effort a piece of artillery which a long line of bullocks would have difficulty in moving at all. Every one of these heavy batteries, which the elephant moves from place to place, consists of four forty-pound-ers and two six and three-inch howitzers. While one elephant can draw, if necessary, a single piece of artillery, in order not to strain him at all they are sometimes paired or driven tandem. For instance, in some batteries twelve elephants are utilized. These are not all employed in drawing the artillery at the same lime, for it is well not to work an elephant too hard, because, if

Albert M. Olsen, a diver in the cm- that is done, he is apt to become stub-

born, despite his usual tractability. For this reason tho elephants are given kindly usage, and under those circumstances do all that is asked of them. The elephant battery, or rather the guns thereof, is always a-compauied by ammunition wagons and baggage. Owing to the fact that tho supply of properly trained elephants is limited, bullocks are still utilized as the beasts of draught for the battery a vompani-

Point for the ments. The fact that 262 bullocks are broken spud required to draw the ammunition arid

ploy ot the Baltimore wrecking company of Baltimore, Md., died suddenly the other day while he was under water in a diving suit in the channel of the Patapsco river, off Sparrow’s Point, says an exchange. Heart disease Is supposed to have been the cause of his death. Ixniis E. Broom, manager of the Baltimore wrecking company, made the following statement in regard to the death of Olsen: "We went to the

channel off Sparrow's purpose of raising a

which was sticking up out of the water baggage forms a striking contrast liofrom the bottom of the river. A spud ,ll " ir powera an 1 th > of tho is a long pole used on mud machines, elephant, for the gross weigat of the By running it through a well in the | ammunition and the baggage is r inmachine it sticks into the bottom of the s iderably less than that of the artillery

itself.

The British artillerymen do not at-

! tempt to manage the big beasts that | draw the guns. To accomplish this ! task there is employed a staff of twelve mahouts, with twelve assistants, the

Shortly after he had gone under water j '“"er being under the command of an ,, , , u „, , | official known as the jemadar,or ea*»-

tain. All are natives of India. Then, besides the elephant company.

river and holds the machine steady while the buckets are being operated for dredging mud from the channel. When we got to the place Olsen put on the diving dress and went overboard from a yawl boat of the mud machine.

Kiiftlimlri Wood-Camera. It Is commonly supposed that all savages lead a lazy life and have nothing else to think about than occasionally attacking their more peaceful neighbors and giving them a hurried sendoff to the happy hunting grounds; but travelers frequently come across real, hard working people In savage lands. Look at the two Kashmiri wood carriers depleted in the accompanying illustration. The original photograph ol this was presented to the Royal Geographical society, with others, by Captain H. H. Deasy, who has been recently attempting to reach the sacred city of Lhasa, in Tibet. Captain Deasy met these men near Bandipura, in Kashmir.

ir*'' KASHMIRI WOOD CARRIERS. “I weighed one load,” he says, "and it turned the scale at 240 pounds.” No wonder the poor fellows carry a pole to lean upon.

it was noticed that he was not moving about and a signal was made to him to find out if he was all right. No answer being received,I directed that he should be signaled to come to the surface. Again no answer was returned. A second signal for coming up was wade, and, receiving no reply, I directed that Olsen should be hauled up. As soon

as he was received on the deck of the :

mud machine the diving dress was

opened, and it was found that Olsen I was dead. It is my opinion,” continued j Mr. Brown, “that Olsen died of heart '

disease while under water. The div-

ing apparatus was working all right; | the air valve in the head of It was not i

out of order, and there was no water

inside the dress. The intention of send- j ing Olsen down was to have him at- I tach a chain to the broken spud so I that a tug could pull It out of the I

water. Its removal had been ordered by the inspector in charge of the dredg ing operations in the channel.”

About Ku»<*!uti fltirlrs

The most incredible stories are told of Russian Jurymen. Thus, the foreman of a jury declared he would send a poor fellow to prison because it hap-

pened to be his (the Juryman’s) birth- | beef, on however huge a scale they

may be manufactured or provided, lea 1, in the figures with which this article deals, to a lesser level of profit. The rich men of the liquor trade are many. Three of its four millionaires have been mentioned among tho baronets; the fourth, Mr. Henry Page, was a maltster of Ware. Six others left estates valued at half a million sterling. Lord Hindlip ranks among tho Pears, and four others were brewers —Mr. Robert Courage, Mr. Richard Vaughan, of Rath; Mr. W. H. Worthington, of Burtcu-on-Trent, and another partner in the Allsopp firm, Sir. Henry Townshend. — Contemporary

as it is called, there are with each lottery a jemadar, six sirdars and 131 drivers, who care for the bullocks. Therefore it can he seen that a battery of artillery in India amounts to something. In fast, it is a little army in itself, for every one of the natives employed is supposed to be competent and ready to fight if necessary. Whenever it happens that the lottery is to he transported a great distance, the railroad is used as an aid, if it can possibly be male available. In such cases it is necessary, of course, to transport the elephants by rail, and special cars have been made for tho

purpose.

Sources of Fn^lUli Wealth.

What we drink aud what we wear loom largely in the lists of British wealth, but not what we eat. Tho business instincts of the people do not permit them to let any manufacturer of eatables become more than half a millionaire, aud only two have reached that estate since 1887—Mr. Perrin, of sauce celebrity, and Mr. W. J. Relville, a partner in Keen’s mustard factory. Flour, bread, biscuit, tea and

day. Another jury had agreed upon a verdict of guilty when the church bells began to ring. They revised their verdict because a holiday had begun. A burglar was allowed to go free because the man whom he had robbed had refused to lend him money. This, in the opinion of the jury, was a direct in-

centive to crime.

Comtiitent. Mother—Hattie, dear, you haven't dusted the piano very well this morning. Hattie—Well, ma, the teacher told me that I must endeavor to cultivate a light touch.—New York Tribune.

Siimlxy Kbit* for Um Church.

Mrs. H. Martin of Ashland, Mo., has hens that lay eggs for religious purposes. She donates the proceeds of all the eggs laid by her hens on Sunday

to the church to which she belongs. | . Owing to the ability of her poultry her e ' le ''*

contributions are generous, and if the eggs continue to increase this spring the salary of the pastor will be raised.

t aune of Drath Indtrated. An army surgeon says that the cause of death is clearly shown In the expression of the face of a corpse on the field of battle. He states that those who have been killed by sword thrusts have a look of repose,while those killed by bullets usually have pain of an Intense nature clearly depicted.

An Old Composer.

Henry Russell, who was horn at Sheerness on December 24, 1812, ia the oldest living English composer. He has composed and published more than 800 songs. His song, “Cheer, Boy, Cheer!” is the air played by the Guards’ Drum and Fife Band when a British regiment leaves for abroad, and "A Life on the Ocean Wave” was in 1889 adopted by order of the Admiralty as the special march of it*

Royal Moimes.