Democratic Sentinel, Volume 7, Number 21, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 22 June 1883 — Page 1

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THE MISSING PAPER.

One of the moat singular cases which are to be found in the police records of bloody deeds committed in Paris is that of Mme. Boquelaire, who was murdered in her residence, 17 liueDanton, on the night of the 15th of June, 1873. The last that was seen of her alive was at 9 o’clock in the evening by one of her servants, to whom she gave an order concerning his service on the following morning, which indicated that she and M. Jean Beauchamp, her lover, were about retiring. The servant, as he testified at the preliminary examination, saw, as he stood on the threshold of the door leading from the hall into tbe salon, Mme. Boquelaire in her dressing-gown and her toilet arranged for the night; he also M. Jean making a cigarette and reclining, his face toward the door, in an easy chair. Monsieur was frowning and seemed angry, although he said nothing. Evidently he and Madame had been quarreling. The last that was heard of her alive was at 11 o’clock, by her maid, who, having the privilege of absence for. the evening, vras passing through the hall toward the staircase leading up to the servants’ quartexs. Then she was entreating Beauchamp to forgive her. He had evidently accused her of some offense—“perhaps,” said the maid, “of infidelity.” The girl paused and listened for a moment!' Then she heard M. Beauchamp—and “his anger was terrible; his words fierce and threatening,” and then she heard Madame exclaim: “Strike me, coward. 1 have sacrificed everything.—honor, position, friends—for you. Strike me; kill me. You have had everything else from me that I could give; now take the last, and now—mon Dieu!—the most worthless of my possessions—my life. You seek the excuse to be rid of me. You have found a new love. I read it all. Every day’s life for the past three months has been to me turning over a new leaf in the revelations of your nature. I have nothing to live for. Kill me, coward!” Thp maid, trembling and frightened, passed on. She also added in her statement: They have often, but not so violently, quarreled while she had been in their service. Early next morning the servants, three in number, met as usual in the kitchen. The manservant, who was also M. Beauchamp’s valet, named Francois, and the maidservant narrated to each other what they had seen and heard on the previous evening. Francois then, at 9 o’clock, went upstairs and knocked as xxsual at the salon door to receive Monsieur’s orders. There was no sound within. Only the echoes of his tapping on the door. According to his testimony, Madame usually slept late; Monsieurwas always in dressing-gown and slippers and in the salon reading the Moniteur, which was laid at his door, never later than 8. Sometimes he rang for his valet .before 9; sometimes awaited his coming. An hour longer, and then finding no signs of life within, the valet ran out and summoned a sergeant-de-ville, who burst in the door. An appalling spectacle fixed the gaze of the little group gathered on the threshold of that chamber, and held them motionless as if they had been suddenly transformed intq stone images. There, nearly in the center of the floor, in her night robes, Mme. Roquelaire’s body, looking like a mass of congealed blood. The white linen robe, with its lace-Work and embroidery, re* sembled a crimson shroud. The face was mutilated, crushed and almost out of human shape. The terrified maid servant uttered a shriek of horror and fell to the floor unconscious. Even for the moment the sergeant-de-ville, inured as he was to scenes of mfirder, was for an instant awe-stricken by the ghastly sight. Then, recovering liimseli, he started away, and in a half an hour returned with other officers, the Commissaire and a surgeon. Examination showed that the woman had been literally pounded to death with some blunt, heavy weapon, stamped on, and her body and limbs mashed almost into the semblance of pulp. Near this tremendous horror was a blood-stained sqrap of paper. One scrutiny revealed scrawletf upon it, as with a blunt-pointed pencil, these words: “Your life was mine. I have taken what is mine. You are now in the arms of death, a more steadfast lover than you had living; one you cannot betray. Jean.” Over this pencil-scrawl were two finger marks in blood in the form of a cross.

This was all. Nothing was disturbed. Mme.’s apparel was in its usual place; her jewelry, watch and bijouterie where she had placed them when undressing. No weapon was found. There were gory finger-marks on the door and its casing. But M. Beauchamp, what of him ? Search showed that a small traveling valise was missing from his chamber; that he had changed his clothes, taking the discarded suit with him. On going out he had evidently locked the door of the salon and taken the key with him. Specimens of his writing were found, and an expert declared that the pencil-scrawl upon the blood-stained paper very closely resembled his method of writing, changed, of course, by the action of a terrible mental excite; ment upon his nerves. _ There was no doubt in the minds of the oifioials that he, in a fit of ungovernable rage, and possibly crazed by

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jealously, had committed the fearful crime, and then, recovering his reason, had songht safety in flight Two of the most expert detectives from the Prefect’s office were soon on his trail. They traced him to Marseilles, thence to Bordeaux, where he took a sudden change of route and went to London. Here he was arrested and brought back to Paris. When informed of the crime of which he was accused he fell into a species of stupor, and for three days was apparently unconscious. Recovering, he alternated from protestations of innocence to bewailing the death, as he asserted, of the only woman he ever loved, and calling upon heaven to pursue with its direst torments her murderer. Gradually he became cooler, and at last was able to make an intelligible statement. It was to this effect: He had quarreled with Mme. Roquelaire .on the evening of her assassination. They had often had similar’ lovers’ disagreements. She had a terrible temper, but her anger seldom lasted beyond the hour. “On this night I had playfully accused her of liking some one else better than myself. “She retorted; words made words, and still in jest I said I would correct her—shaking a large closed fan at her with a pretense of rage. “Finally she grew so violent that I dressed myself, put ou my hat, and, taking out my valise, bade her goodnight, left the house and started upon a trip to Bordeaux, which I had long been contemplating, and intended to come to her immediately upon my return. We had separated in like manner before that. After a day or two we always came together again, and we were devoted to each other.

“I em not a brute; I was her best friend—she loved me and would have died for me. Why, then, should I have have killed her; beaten her to death so cruelly, whom I so often caressed?” M. Beauchamp’s story was not believed. It is not in the creed of the police to believe anything an accused party may assert. Mme. Boquelaire was buried, the house locked up, put under seal, and guarded day and night by a sergeant-de-ville. The servants were subjected to close surveillance in order to retain them as witnesses in the trial of their master. The conviction of Beauchamp was regarded as a foregone conclusion. M. Jean Beauchamp’s antecedents were those of a man with a moderate income; a man little known in society; rarely seen at the theaters or other places of public resort; reticent as to himself or his affairs, and, in fact, by the few with whom he sought occasional companionship, looked upon as a sort of genteel, well-dressed sphinx. In two days the trial of M. Beauchamp approached its conclusion. He had for his advocate one of the shrewdest members of the French bar, and for whose ability the court and the Procureur d’Etat had the greatest respect. The last witness had been heard, the State Counsel had made his first plea, when a messenger entered the courtroom, pushed his way to the counsel for M. Beauchamp and gave him a package, whispered a moment to him and departed. A French advocate is nothing if not dramatic. The advocate arose, opened the packet, took from it a copy of the Monifaytr, unfolded it, and, addressing the Judge, said:

“I think that this trial qan now have but one result—that of' the release of M. Beauchamp. I have but three new witnesses to offer. One is a few lines in this paper, the Moniteur, bearing date J.une 14, 1873, one day before the murder of Mme. Boquelaire. I will read them: “ ‘ Escaped from the private Maison de Sante of Dr. Roguet d’Allaire a patient accepted and registered as Jean Boudinot, insane from jealousy; placed in the asylum by his wife, Mme. Matilde Boudinot, May 11, 1871, as incurably insane and violent; height, five feet ten inches; powerfully built, brown hair, scar on cheek; was clad at time of escape in dark, close suit.’ “This notice,” continued the advocate, “I offer in evidence.” “But what has this to do with the accused or the crime?” asked thfe Procureur. “We shall see. I now call Dr. Allaire.” Dr. Allaire came to the witness chair. He stated that Boudinot,. the escaped lunatic, imagined he had a mission to kill his wife for her infidelity. He had sworn to do it, and he would. “Where is Mme. Boudinot?” “Until to-day I did not know what had become of her. She sent her payments regularly for the custody of her husband, but after the first three months never again visited the asylum. She removed from*the Bue Livatidais, No., 47, where she had resided, and all trace of her'was lost.”

“What sort of woman —I mean whatJ sort of age and appearance ?” “About 25. Here is a photbgraph, in this velvet case, which was left with her husband, and which we took away him, as the sight of it seemed to increase his fury in his intervals of delirium.” The adyocate took it from the doctor and handed it to the Procureur. ' “Compare that with the portrait of Mme. Roquelaire found in the house of M. Beauchamp.” “It is the portrait of Mme. Roquelaire, ” involuntarily exclaimed the Procureur. “Precisely,” said the advocate. “Now, then. I call my third Pierre Rosier, sergeant-de-ville, until this nporning on duty guarding the house of M. Beauchamp,-in which the murder was committed. ” Pierre Rosier stood up and said in answer to the advocate’s question: “For two days the passers-by on the opposite side have reported that the house was haunted. One man told me he had seen a frightful face at the upper windows, which came and disappeared. Yesterday afternoon I informed my relief of these strange reports. With the consent of the Commissaire, we entered the house and searched floor after floor. We reached the cellar, arid were about leaving it when we heard a scratching sound at the rear of the dark underground chamber. Turning our lamps in the direction whence the sound came we saw, huddled up in a comer, a terrible-looking object. It was a man, with a fierce, haggard face. He sprang up, but not so quickly that we did not throw ourselves upon him, .bear him to the ground and secure t»i™ before he could recover from his surprise. We called for assistance and conveyed him to the Commissaire’s office, taking with us. the club, a heavy piece of wood resembling the larger end of a billiard cue. This weapon was covered with dots of blood and fragments of

dried flesh. The man was evidently very nearly famished.” “Who did this man prove to be?” “This morning the Commissaire ascertained that he was Jean Boudinot, the escaped lunatic.” “Did he speak or answer the Commissaire’s interrogations ?” “Yes. He said he had killed his wife and had danced the devil’s jig on her body. The only things we found upon his person was this bit of paper and a bit of pencil, both stained with blood. ” “This piece of paper,? said the advocate, holdmg it up, “exactly fits thd* written paper from which it was torn, found in the blood near the body. This is the pencil. “There remains now but one more statement necessary. That is mine. I promised the accused, my client, not to reveal his secret unless it was absolutely necessary. It is now necessary as the finale of this case. “Mme. Boudinot was Mme. Rflquelaire. After her husband was incarcerated in the Maison de Sante, through his haying several times attempted'her life, she became acquainted with M. Jean Beauchamp. They became intimate, in fact, loved each other devotedly. In order to avoid complications, she removed from her former residence in the Rue de Liovaudais to the house which M. Beauchamp had rented for their joint occupancy. There they lived. There, on the night of the 15th of June, after M. Beauchamp had gone out, she was murdered by the escaped lunatic, her husband, who. by what strange means we shall probably never ascertain, hatl traced her, and. with all the cunning of the crazed, had concealed himself in the house, watched his chance, # and then, springing upon her, beat her, mangled her as she was found; then, with devilish glee, hid himself in the cellar, and afterward betrayed himself by appearing at the windows. This is our case.” M. Beauchamp was released.

Making Steel Cannon.

The manufacture of steel six-inch cannon at the Washington Navy Yard ordnance shops is thus described: The steel is first “turned” by a steam lathe working slowly, *but with tremendous power, until tiie heavy mass of “steel in the rough,” so to speak, becomes a long cylindrico-conoidal column. In this* condition it is placed in proper position, and a hole drilled clear through it by means of what is called a “hog bit.” This hog bit is a small rectangle of very hard steel, turned up at one end in such a manner as to form a rude vertical section of a spherical-tri-angle. The whole rectangular piece is then clamped down upon a flat shaft of chilled iron in such a manner as to fit in and form one piece with the shaft. The latter has at the opposite end a cylindrycal shape, which end is held in a frame and worked by appropriate machinery moved by steam upon one end of the steel column to be perforated. The end of the column' is first “dug into” a little, and then the “hog bit” does its work. It revolves on its axis and the “bit” describes a circle, tearing out the hard steel slowly but surely. As the guns have a bore of six inches diameter, and the bit describes a cirole of only two and three-quarters inches radius, the enlargement of the perforation is accomplished by other bits. Once perforated, the now hollow tubes of steel require to be “jacketed,* “collared” and “breeched” before it is allowed to graduate into the society of a cannon. The jacket is an outside wrap Of steel, hollowed in the same way, heated until it expands sufficiently to be slipped over the tube it is intended to jacket. Upon cooling this outside wrap contracts and presses upon the now inside tube with almost the same degree of cohesion as the molecules of the steel themselves. The object of the “jacket” is to strengthen the gun and prevent accident. Collars of steel, great blocks of carbonized iron, having been turned into shape and perforated, and next expanded by heat, are slipped over the breech part of the gun. When contracting they grow into and become a part of it. The breech head of the gun is next lathed and fashioned, different workmen being employed on different parts of this. The rifling of the gun is another step. A different kind of “bit” from the “hog;” a spur of steel tempered to great hardness is clamped to the center of a semicircular piece of copper and iron, and this last device is slowly worked through the gun on a spiral turn, giving the “rifle twist.” The breech head is then grooved and adjusted, and the breech cap formally adjusted. This, as is known to All who have examined breech-loaders, Swings back on ai hinge or spring, and when .closed is securely locked by a lever clamp, f

Pursued by Wolves in Canada.

A young friend of mine, being out after dark one winter’s night, was pursued by a pack. He heard them afar Qff and immediately ran at the top of his speed for home. He was born in the backwoods, a fact which probably saved his life, for he tacked and did his best to throw them off the scent. I cannot recall his burning words, yet 1 do remember that he only reached his shanty in time to bang the door in the 'face of the leading wolf, and that the pack snuffed find howled about the place all night long, disappointed at losing their prey. Next day, in company with several other daring men, he dug pits for them, judging that they had not left the spot, but were hiding in the neighboring woods. The pits they covered with light sticks, laying a thin covering of earth over all, with .a bait on the top. Next night the wolves came again, snuffed the carrion, fell into the pits and there remained till the morning, when the associates issued forth with axes to dash out their brains, skin them, dhd make vows that they were ready to be eaten alive to-morrow if they could “trouser” such a pile of dollars as they were likely to get for their beautiful skins. —Cornhill Magazine.

Tornado Indications.

The most marked indications of an impending tornado are a sultry, oppressive condition of the atmosphere, a peculiar stillness that cannot fail to attract the attention of those living in the vicinity, and *at the same time the appearance of very peculiar cloud formations in the northwest and southwest. Those clouds gradually approch one another, and out of the chaos that follows their contact, come the great fun-nel-shaped tornado cloud, the lower extremity of which traces out, like a great finger, the track of the devastating whirlwind.— New York Herald.

The horse that “carried Sheridan into the fight from Winchester, twenty miles away,” is stuffed and stands in a building on Governor’s island, N. Y.

RENSSELAER, JASPER COUNTY, INDIANA, FRIDAY, JUNE 22,1853.

Lawyer Presidents and Congressmen, Of the Presidents, John Adams, Jet ferson, John Quincy Adams, Jackson, Van Buren, Tyler, Polk, Fillmore, Pierce, Buchanan, Lincoln, Hayes and Garfield were lawyers; and Arthur was a successful legal practitioner until ap- ? dinted Collector of the Port of New ork by President Grant. Washington was a snrveyor till he entered the army. Madison was studying law when elected to the Virginia Convention of 1776, after which he became absorbed in political life. Monroe studied law under Jefferson, but did not really enter the profession, being called off intomilitary and political affairs. Harrison entered military and political life early, and was kept in it most of his days. Taylor and Grant rose to the Chief Magistracy by* distinguished military services. Johnson was a tailor until he got into political life. As to Congress, its membership has been top numerous for a full investigation. The proportions indicated below will hold good, in all probability, for the whole of the last or Forty-seventh Congress. The two Senators and six of the eight Representatives from Alabama, both Senators and three of the five Representatives from South Carolina, one Senator and seven of the nine Congressmen from Virginia, both Senators and all the four Representatives of , Arkansas, in that Congress were lawyers, or, at least, had been admitted to the bar; so were both Senators and twelve of the nineteen Representatives from Illinois, the two Senators and six of the nine Representatives from lowa, both Senators and eight of the eleven Representatives of Massachusetts, one Senator and sixteen of the thiity-three Representatives of Pennsylvania. The South is more given to the practice of choosing lawyers, or persons with a smattering of the law, to represent them in Congress than the North. Planters, who never seriously expected their sons to practice, educated them in the law formerly, as one of the qualifications for political life. The olden prestige of the law as one of the learned professions, and the one that led most directly to political promotions, had its influence on .the sons of the -wealthy and their hot in the South only, but in the North; nor on them only, but on the people. There is some rational force also in the popular conception that lawyers are or should be peculiarly fitted to be lawmakers. The tendency in the North for some years past, as indicated by the above statistics, is to choose fewer lawyers and have commerce and the great industries of the country represented by their conspicuous leaders. —lnter Ocean. /

The publisher of an obscure agents’ paper in Philadelphia has started the silly report that Postmaster General Gresham has “about decided that newspapers known as * * * * co-operatives ’ shall be excluded from the mails a« second-class publications.” The statement has not a particle of truth back of it, and is so ridiculous that it would deserve no notice, only for the fact that its malicious author haq used extra pains to circulate it-, by sending marked papers containing it all over the country, and thus procuring its insertion in a few respectable journals. The following letter from the Postoffice Department, addressed to Senator MoMiJlan, of Minnesota, gives the lie direct to the book agent's canard: Sir: You are advised lu reply to your favor of the Ist inst, which is herewith returned, that there is no foundation for the report as therein stated. Very respectfully, James H. Marx, For First Ase’t P. It Gfen’L Hc>n. S. J. R. McMillan, St Paul, Minn. The law relating to newspaper postage explicitly declares—i That newspapers, one copy to each actual subscriber residing within the county where the same are printed, in whole or in part , and published, shall go free through the mails This secures the mailable rights of newspapers printed on the co-operative or ready-print plan so firmly that, however much disposed the Eostoffice Department might feel like denying them the privileges of the mails, it would not dare commit such a flagrant violation of the written law. But there is the best authority for stating that Postmaster General Gresham is not only not hostile to the ready-print plan, but has a decidedly friendly feeling hi that direction, in that it gives the country more newspapers and better newspapers than it would otherwise get, and thus aids in disseminating intelligence and educating the people.

An amusing incident of a young man well known in Glasgow comes floating back from Texas, where he is making his home. Two years ago the aforesaid y. m. was acting in the capacity of correspondent for a paper, and, in his wanderings over the Lone Star State, came across Jay Gould’s palatial private car. No sooner did he set eyes on this than his mind was filled by a desire to interview Mr. Gould, and he approached the great railroad magnate with a request to that effect. Mr. Gould declined to be interviewed, but courteously invited the correspondent to ride in his car. The invitation was accepted, and the newspaper man pulled out with Mr. G.’s party. No sooner had they started, however, than Mr. Reporter attempted again to set the reportorial pump to work. Mr. Gould bore it for a short time, and then, abruptly ordering the train to be' halted, unceremoniously dumped the unfortunate correspondent in a sandy plain, ten miles from any station, in the full glare of a Texas July sun. The venturesome young man plodded the weary ten miles on foot, only to find at the end of his journey that the tale of h s mishap had preceded him and to be tormented until Jay Gould was the burden of his life. The hero of this true story is known to everybody in Glasgow, and whoever finds him out will enjoy a quiet laugh as the picture of a nobby young creature splitting the sand at the rate of four miles an hour rises before their mind’s eye.— Glasgow (Ky.) Times.

The contractors on one of the railroads down East, finding it impossible to beep track of the Italian laborers by their unpronounceable names, fell the plan of numbering them. The/ number of each is painted in plain figures on the seat of his pantaloods. Before beginning work in the morning, at noon and again at night the men are formed in line, and the foreman passes in the rear Of them and takes down each number, in order to ascertain who is present, as well as who is abseiit. The plan is beneficial in two ways—the men are easily recognized, and they are also kept from sitting down too much for fear of rubbing out the figures.

Refutation of a Baseless Report.

Jay Gould Wouldn’t Interview.

By Numbers.

THE BAD BOY.

“Well, how’s your eye?” said the groceryman to the bad boy, as he blew in with the wind on the day of the cyclone and left the door open. “Say, shut that door. Yon want to blow everything out of • the store ? Had any more fights, protecting girls from dudes?” “No, everything is quiet so far. I guess since I have got a record as a fighter, the boys, will be careful who they insult when I am around. But I have had the hardest week I ever experienced, jerking soda for the Young Men’s Christian Association,” said the boy, as he peeled a banana. “What you mean, boy? Don’t cast any reflections on such a noble association. They don’t drink, do they ?” “Drink? Oh, no! They don’t drink anything intoxicating, but when it comes to soda they flood theirselves. You know there has been a National Convention of delegates from all the Young Men’s Christian Associations of the whole country—about 300—here, and our store is right on the street where they passed four times a day, and I never saw such appetites for soda. There has been one continual fizz in our store since Wednesday. The boss wanted me to play it on some of them by putting brandy in with the perfumery a few times, but I wouldn’t do it. I guess a few weeks /tgo. before I had led a different life, I wouldn’t had to be asked twice to play the game ou anybody. But a man can buy soda of me and be perfectly safe. Of course, if a man winks when I ask him what flavor he wants, and says ‘never mind,’ I know enough to put in brandy. That is different. But I wouldn’t smuggle it into a man for nothing. This Christian Association Convention has caused a coldness between pa and ma, though.”

“How’s that?' Your pa isn’t jealous, is he?” and the grocery man came around from behind the counter to get the latest gossip to retail to the hired girls who traded with him. “Jealous nothin’,” said the boy, as he took a few raisins out of a box. “You see, the delegates were shuffled out to all the church members to take care of, and they dealt two to ma, and she never told pa anything about it. They came to supper the first night, and pa didn’t get .home, so when they went*to the convention in the evening ma gave them a night key, and pa came home from the boxing match about 11 o’clock, and ma was asleep. Just as pa got most of his clothes off he heard somebody fumbling at the front door, and he thought it was burglars. Pa has got nerve enough, when he is on the inside of the house and the burglars are on the outside. He opened a window and looked out, and saw two suspicious-looking characters trying to pick the lock with a skeleton key, and he picked up a new slop jar that ma had bought when we moved, cover and all, and dropped it down right between the two delegates. Gosh, if it had hit one of them there would have been the solemnest funeral you ever saw. Just as it struck they got the door-opened and caihe in the hall, and the wind was blowing pretty hard, and they thought a cyclone had taken the oupola off the house. They were talking about being miraculously saved, and trying to strike a match on their wet pants, when pa went to the head of the stairs and*pushed over a wire stand filled with potted plants, which struck pretty near the delegates, and one of them said the house was coming .down sure, and they better go into the cellar, and they went down and got behind the furnace. Pa called mo up and wanted me to go down cellar and tell the burglars we were onto them, and for them to get out, but I wasn’t very well, so pa locked his door and went to bed. I guess it must have been half an hour before pa’s cold feet woke ma up, and then pa told her not to move for her life, cause there were two Of the savagest-looking burglars that ever was, ramaging over the house. Ma smelled pa’s breath to see if he had got to drinking again, and then she got up and hid her oraido watch in her shoes, and her Onalaska diamond ear-rings in -the Bible, where she said no burglar would ever find them, and pa and ma laid awake till daylight, and then pa said he wasn’t afraid, and he and ma went down cellar. Pa stood pn the bottom stair and looked around, and one of the delegates said, ‘Mister, is the storm over, and is your family safe,’ and ma recognized the voice and said, ‘Why, it’s one of the delegates. What you doing down there,’ and pa said, ‘wliat’s a delegate ?’ and then ma explained it, and pa apologized, and the delegate said it was no matter, as they had enjoyed themselves real well in the cellar. Ma was mortified most to death, but the delegates told her it was all right. She was mad at pa, first, but when she saw the broken slop-bowl on the front steps, and the potted plants in the hall, she wanted to kill pa, and I guess she would only for the society of the delegates. She couldn’t help telling pa he was a bald-headed old fool but pa didn’t retaliate. He is too much of a gentleman to talk back in compauy. All he said was that a woman who is old enough to have delegates sawed off on to her ought to have sense enough to tell her husband, and then they all drifted off into conversation about the convention and the boxing match, and everything was all right on the surface, but after breakfast, when the delegates went to the convention, I noticed pa went right down town and bought a new slop-jar, and some more plants. Pa and ma didn’t speak all the forenoon, and I guess they wouldn’t up to this time, only ma’s bonnet came home from the milliners, and she had to have some money to pay for it. Then she called pa ‘pet,’ and that settled it. When ma calls pa ‘pet,’ that is $25. ‘Dear old darling’ means SSO. But, say, those Christian young men do a heap of good, don’t they. Their presence seems to make people better. Some boys down by the store were going to tie a can to a dog’s tail yesterday, and somebody said ‘here comes the Christian Association,’ and those bad boys let the dog go. They tried to find the dog after the crowd had got by, but the dog knew his business. Well, I must go down and charge the soda fountain for a picnic that is expected from the country.” “Hold on a minute,” said the grocery -man, as he wound a piece of brown paper around a cob and stuck it into a sirup jug he had just filled for a customer, and then licked his fingers, “I want to ask you a question. What has caused you to change so from being bad. Yon were about as bad as they make ’em, up to a few weeks ago, and now you seem to have a soul, and get in your work doing good about as well as any boy in town. What is it that ails you ?” “Oh, sugar, I don't want to tell,” said the boy, as he blushed and wiggled

around on one foot, and looked silly. “But if you won’t laugh I will tell yon. It is my girl that has made me good. It may be only temporary. If she goes back on me I may be tuff again, but if she continues to hold out faithful I shall be a daisy all the time. Say, did you ever love a girl ? It would do you good. If you loved anybody, regular old-fashioned, the way I do, people could send, little children here to trade, and you wouldn’t palm off any wilted vegetables on to them, or give them short weight. If you was in love, and felt that the one you loved saw every act of yours, and you could see her eyes every minute, you would throw away anythjpg that was spoiled and not try to sell it, for fear you would offend her. I don’t think any man is fit to do business honestly unless he is in love, or has been in love once. Now I couldn’t do anything wrong if I tried, because I should hear the still small voice of my girl saying to me, ‘Hennery, let up on that.’ I slipped up on a banana peel yesterday, and hurt myself, and I was just going to pay something offul, and I could see my girl’s bangs raise right up, and there was a pained look in her face, and a tear in her eye, and by gosh, I just smiled and looked tickled till her hair went down and the smile came back again to her lips, though it hurt me like blazes where I struck the sidewalk. I was telling pa about it, and asked him if he ever felt as though his soul was going right out towards somebody, and he said he did once on a steamboat excursion, but he eat a lemon and got over it. Pa thinks it is my liver, and wants me to take pills, but I tell, you boss, it has struck in me too deep for pills, unles it is one tfcat weighs about a hundred and forty pounds and wears a hat with a feather on. Say, if my girl should walk right into a burning lake of red-hot lava and beckon me to follow, I would take a hop, skip and jump, and—” “Oh, give us a rest,” said the grocery man, as he took a basin of water and sprinkled the floor, preparatory to sweeping out. “You have got the worst case I ever saw, and you better go out and walk around a block,” and the boy went out and forgot to hang out any sign.— Peck’s Sun.

New York Horse Auctions.

A gentleman of my acquaintance purchased a horse at auction, but was soon obliged to surrender the animal to its owner, from whom it had been stolen. It may be mentioned in this connection that New York is a favorite market for horse thieves, who have a secret understanding with a. certain class of auctioneers. The method is as follows: Horses when stolen in agricultural neighborhoods are “run off” to some secluded spot, where their condition is examined. If they are of blood stock they are “grained up” and put in handsome condition. If, on the other hand, they are common animals, they are hurried off their hands. Horse auctions are held twice a week, and the longest warranty is twenty-four hours. Prices are generally low,- which is no more than might be expected when one considers the risk. Horse auctioneers at one time adopted the method of advertising animals belonging to distinguished owners. One might, for instance, notice a sale of a “carriage team belonging to August Belmont.” The latter, of course, never heard of the animals, but he would probably never see the liberty taken with his name. Horses said to belong to Vanderbilt have also been advertised. This is a bold imposition, but in a city like this the boldest frauds are the most sucoess ful. Such an advertisement not only draws a good company, but also disj arms the suspicion of any one who might be in search of a stolen animal. It is difficult, however, to identify horses, since our jockeys so completely change their appearance. It is said that a large proportion of the animals used on the street railroads are obtained of horse thieves. —New York letter.

Formality of the German Marriage Laws.

MATERN, of Chicago, will bemarJ ried to Madeline Kuhn, or Souffelweyersheim, at Souffelweyersheiin. Any person having any objections will forward same to the Governor at Strasbourg, or to Joseph Wurts, Mayor of Souffelsheim, Alsace, Germany. It seemed strange that a citizen of Chicago, who proposed to unite his fortunes with those of a maiden of Souffelweyersheim, should publish his engagement in the daily papers and even go so far as to request people “having objections” to communicate with the civil authorities in Germany. A reporter called upon Mr. Julius Rosenthal, the well-known lawyer, and from him obtained an explanation of the proceeding. Mr. Rosenthal read an extract from Bouvier’s Law Dictionary, showing that, according to the old English law, no marriage could be legally performed without a prior publication of the bans. “There is a provision,” said Mr. Rosenthal, “in the Code Napoleon to the same affect, and, therefore, the authorities in Germany could hot perform the marriage ceremony in the present instance without a publication of the bans where the contracting parties resided. The motives for such a provision will be readily seen. From the present advertisement it would appear that the marriage ceremony was to be performed by the civil authorities, but without publishing a notice at Matern’s place of residenpe, it would be impossible for them to tell whether the latter was married, or whether there was any other obstacle to the proposed union.”— Chicago Tribune.

Refrigerator Safes.

“You know that tremendous fire out in Chicago?” said Stone. “That one that burned forty days, and they drained Lake Michigan to put it out? Well, sir, a little rooster got locked into one of onr safes in that fire, and when they opened what do yon think that rooster did ?” “Jumped out, flapped his wings and crowed,” said I, confidently. “Well, I should smile if he did,” exclaimed Stone. “Why, he was frozen stiff!” —Boston Times.

A cubic inch of gold is worth $210; a cubic foot, $362,380; a cubic yard, $9,797,762. This is valuing it atslß an ounce. At the commencement t>f the Christian 'era there was in the world $427,000,000 in This had diminished to $57,000,000 at the time America was discovered, when it began to increase. Now the amount of gold in use is estimated at $6,000,000,000.

The census gives the cost of 87,000 miles of railroad then in operation in the United States as $5,660,000,000. Under the new civil code of California, the earnings of the wife are not liable for the debts of the husband.

NUMBER 21.

SET FREE BY THE LAW.

Decision of the Jury in the StarRoute Trial. A. Most Surprising 1 Scene In Court—Bob Ingersoll Lionised. [Washington Telegram.] The oourt-room was crowded when the star-route jury filed in. Dorsey sat by the side of his wife, flushed and expectant. Brady was just back of his special counsel, Judge Wilson, looking as hard and as grim as ever. All of the counsel for the rings ter* were in their seats.

Col Ingereoil’s face shewed great control, as he was evidently laboring under strong nervous excitement He was flanked by his entire famiy—Mrs. Ingersoll, in black silk, with a small,'black bonnet on her head; Miss Eva, In a light-cloth walking suit, with a white-plumed hat; Miss Maud,in a dark-green cloth walking" suit with a broad-brimmed hat trimmed to match the suit; Mr. and Mra Farrell, Mr. Baker, CoL Ingersoll's secretary, and the white-haired and whitebearded Bush, the hard-working associate of Ingersoll, who has looked up every case of conspiracy,as the Colonel puts it,“back to the time when Adam first raise h—with Eve.”

When the jurors had taken their places, Judge Wylie looked at them and asked to his slow, hesitating way: “Gentlemen, I have sent for you to learn—ahem—to learn if you have agreed—ahem—upon a verdict “We have agreed,” replied Foreman Crane Judge Wylie gave a start of surprise and looked toward the seats for the Government counsel. Not one of them was present This looked ominlous, and indioated that the Bailiffs must have betrayed the secrets of the jury-room. Neither Bliss nor Merriok came to the court Mr. Ker stood in the door of one of the ante-rooms “Receive this verdict,” said Judge Wylie to the Clerk. There was the usual silenca “We find the defendants not guilty,” said the Foreman, deliberately. Then followed a scene of great confusion and uproar, which the Judge could not restrain. Indeed, he did not try. . The figure of a woman in gray silk was seen jumping up and dpwn, with hands extended toward the ceiling, sobbing, shouting and crying, “Glory to God, glory to God.” It was Mra Dorsey, who had a violent fit of hysterica Dorsey, with tears running down his cheeks from under his green gogglea had all he could do to restrain hts wife and make her regain her self-control. Ingersoll s face was a study. The stern lines of an intense anxiety relaxed. His lips and chin trembled, and tears filled his eyes. HlB family were on their feet perfectly Wild. The stem Judge Wilson became as nervous as a child. He walked around with a lighted cigar in his hand, and burned bis moustache half off trying to put the wrong end in his mouth. The nervousness of the defendants and their friends was communicated quickly to the flokle crowd Of spectators, who cheered and yelled at the Victory of the defense, while every man of them would probably nave been as ready to cheer and yell if the Government had been successful. Brady was the only one in the whole crowd whp retained the same Iron-clad composure which he had shown all through the trial. His countenance never changed. He sab silent for a few moments and mechanically shook hands with those who approached. Then he got up and walked quietly over to the Jxury. He was the first to approach them. Beginning with the foreman, he shook hands solemnly with each member and then asked a friend to present him to Judge Wylie. He said that he had never had the pleasure of meeting the Judge. Wylie looked at him quizzically as he shook bands. “Gen. Brady, yon had great experience in that office of yours In the PostoflJce Department, and you certainly must have known if anything wrong was going on,” said the Judge. . Brady bowed and said nothing. As soon as the confusion had moderated the jury was polled. The court then announced that there were no more duties for the jury to perform, “you had a laborious task to perform in this oase,” he said. “You have been more than six months engaged in the triaL Many of you have occupations of your own that you have been obliged to neglect, and, although your verdict will create dissatisfaction with many, yet the court Is bo.und to presume that, having been selected according to law, and sworn to perform that duty faithfully, you have done so. That you have done it, each one according to the dictates of his own conscience, will be satisfaction to you as long as you live. You are therefore discharged with the thanks of the court. ”

KISSING AND CHEERING INGEBSOLI. The defendants and their counsel went to one of the ante-rooms of the court, where a most extravagant scene of congratulation followed. Dorsey went up to Ingersoll, and, putting both arms around him, gave him a ferocious hug, and then surprised the Colonel by kissing him with a rapturous, resounding smack of superlative gratitude. Then Mrs. Dorsey kissed him, her tears of happiness continuing to flow. The triumph of such an unexpected success, after two years of fighting in the face of the entire Government, made the humblest person, connected in the moist remote degree, crazy with joy. Even Brady lost his Stoicism when he was out of sight of the crowd. When Col. Ingersoll came out of the coupt house, a crowd gathered in front of him, and then one stout-lunged, broad-should-ered man cried out: “Three- cheers for GoL Ingersoll I” There was a wild scene of tiger-like cheering and “yi-i-ng” from the excited crowd. This demonstration was a personal compliment to the Colonel, for when the defendants passed out there was not the slightest signs of approval or disapproval beyond the congratulations of personal friends. The biggest celebration of the.day was at the main saloon, opposite the Court Housei Dorsey wen‘ in 'here just a'ier tho verdict and announced that it should be a free bar for all who came. The bill was to be sent td him at the close of the day. The scene that followed surpassed the excitement in the court-room. All the Judges and Colonels who have to struggle all day long to get drunk were enabled to enjoy this sweet luxury. All called for the most expensive drinks, and scorned anything but 25-cent cigars The bill began to mount so high, that the bar-keeper sent word to Dorsey, and at noon the free-rum dispensary was shut down. . , The following are the payments made by the Government to special attorneys The statement will throw some light on the general cost of the trial: Bliss $45,208.18 Ker $27,872.48 Brewster 6,000.00 Menick 82,000.00 C00k... 61949.18 Allan A. PinkGibson 6,000.00 erton 2,94*.64 Total $126,979.48 To the above payments others are to be added, which will considerably increase the aggregate paid to the Government lawyers, say to 25 per cent, additional.

PEOPLE AND THINGS.

The Prince of Wales is an expert boxer and is fond of the gloves. Joel Chandler Harris. “Uncle Remus,” has red hair and blue eyes. Germany boasts of 956 poetesses and authoresses on the roll of^ame. Gen. W. H. F. Lee, Robert E. Lee’s eldest son', has been fanning in Virginia ever singe the war. Gov. Cleveland, of New York, wears black alpaca coats and wide-brimmed straw hats in summer. James Russell Lowell inherits inflammatory rheumatism from his father, the Rsv. Charles Lowell. He was fond of singing revival hymns, and bis wife named the baby Fort, so that he would want to hold it Gen. Spinner, whose name is to be seen on so many greenbacks, has left Florida for Boston. He will remain in the North until November. An Illinois man boxed his wife’s ears for in a lottery ticket. She went to her father's homeland her ticket soon rtf ter drew #s,Coft A Tallahesseb lady of uncommon nerve appeared at an evening party recently, wearing live spiders, chameleons, beetles and fire-flies in her hair and on her dress. The only representatives of Edmund Burke’s family are found now in the Frenches, of Loughrea, County, Galway. Burke was essentially of Celtic stock. His mother was a Roman Catholic lady, by name Magee, but his father was Pro- ; test ant He had fwo sons besides Edmund, ftnd daughter, Mrs, French. 1

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INDIANA STATE NEWS.

A. L JiQOi’l planing-mill burned at Portland, Jay county, with Its entire contents; toss, *IO,OOO, with #4,000 insurance. The skeleton of another mastodon has been discovered near Huntington. One of the teeth weighs over four pound*. i : Mbs. Nanct Lambert, the oldest person to Fayette county, died at the residence of her son-in-law, Pbenas Lake, In Everton, aged nearly 95 years John Sumner, a son of one of the most prominent citizens of Hamilton county, committed suicide upon his father’s farm, near Sheridan, by taking arsenic. James H. Smart, late Superintendent of Publio Instruction of Indiana, has been elected President of Perdue College to succeed E. 0. White, resigned. Mb. W. E. Grove, of New Albany, Is the owner of the oldest relic in the way of a Masonic apron known in the United States It is said to have been worn by Washington, and is a cariosity. The jury in the Circuit Court at Covington awarded #1,200 damages against the Chicago and Eastern Illinois railroad in favor of Mra Maria Hedges, wjdow* of Daniel T. Hedges, who was killed by the oars at the depot In that plaoe. Three Versailles young ladles called at the ice-cream saloon, the other -day, and, after eating three dishes of cream and oake, one of them walked up to the clerk and said she would have to kiss him for the pay, as abe had lost her pocketbook. Thomas Cunningham, aged 22, and his lit" tie brother Waitman, of Buena Vista, Gibson county, were drowned In Harbin creek, near its confluence with White river. The boy stripped off and went to swim across to get a boat, but when in the middle of the stream sunk. Thomas, who could not swim, rode his horse out to the boy’s assistance, but the animal stumbled and fell, striking the rider senseless in his struggles, and causing the young man to drown also. A cablegram from Pope Leo XII has been received by Very Rev. Joseph Benoit, Vicar General of the diocese of Fort Wayne, appointing him to the eminent ecclesiastical office of Right Reverend, or Monseigneur, a prelate of the Papal household. This high office has been conferred but a few times on American members of the priesthood. The venerable father has resided in Fort Wayne nearly half a century, and Is connected with the Bonaparte family of Franca James Dugger, living north of Clinton, is the owner of a cat which is the mother of three kittens Recently he captured a flying squirrel, took it home supposing that the cat would eat it, but to his surprise, the cat took the squirrel and allowed it the same privilege that she did her kittens, that of nursing. A few days later Dugger went out in the woods and shot a coon, and took three young coons These he plaoed in care of the old oat, who at once admitted them to her family, and to-day this remark ' able old feline is nestling three kittens, three coons and a flying squirrel. A telegram from Terre Haute says: Saut C. Davis, a member of the bar here, attempted to shoot Hon. John E. Lamb, Democratic Congressman-elect of this district Mr. Davis was talking to some friends at the oorner of Fourth and Ohio streets, and, while thus engaged, Mr. Lamb crossed the street and spoke to Mr. Davis Davis said: “Don’t speak tome, sir.” “But.l will,” said Lamb, with hlB cane in his band. Whether or not Lamb attempted to strike Davis, the bystanders don’t say, but the latter, seeing the pulled a revolver and fired Luckily his hand was to one side in time for the ball to miss Lamb, and It struck a countryman, who was passing at the time, in the foot, inflicting a painful wound The crop reports for June 1, furnished by the correspondents of the Indiana Farmers’ Bureau, do not make as good a showing as those of a month previous. The summary given by the former is as follows: In Indiana 10 per oent of the acreage of wheat lias been plowed out to put to other crops in consequence of the poor condition of the plant. The average condition of the remainder of the whole State is 60 per cent, against 72 May 1. Deducting the per cent plowed up makes a worse showing for the crop than it was supposed it would be a month ago. Many of the counties in the Southern division report the fly as having damaged the wheat plant very considerable during May. A few counties in the central section report fly, while there is little or no complaint from this pest in the Northern division of Illinois Twenty per oent fit the crop there Is reported plowed up and plar.ted In other spring crops, on account of the bad condition, and the remainder is put at only 75 per cent In many counties the wheat fields are reported full of chess, and the fly during May damaged the crop considerably. Several counties report 30 to 85 per oent of the acreage abandoned or plowed up. In Indiana the area of the corn-crop Is put at 102 per cent, and it will probably be Increased during this month. The condition of the plant is 76 per oent A cold May is reported for all sections, and the latter part of the month was wet Bad seed delayed the growth of the plant in many counties, and has occasioned a great deal of replanting. The ground was In good condition for planting. v ’

Ths bed-room of one of the most elegant mansions in Vincennes was the scene of a horrible tragedy one night recently. The house is owned by Mr. Joseph Pollock, proprietor of the Broadway flouring-mllls, one of the most upright and honorable of our citizens The room where the tragedy was enacted was occupied by bis son, Charles Pollock, and his young wife. The couple were married six months ago, and were fondly attached to each other. In the past years Pollock, who Is 28 years old, wasof dissipated habits, but bis marriage promised to effect a complete reform. However, for three weeks he had been drinking freely, and apparently laboring under some excitement Young Pollock tried to borrow a revolver from several of his friends, and being unsuccessful was compelled to hire, one from a gunsmith. He went borne at a quar ter to 12 at night, and was admitted by his mother, who was surprised to feel her son’s arms around her neck and his kisses showered on her face. He told her that he must say good-by, that he was going to leave her, and, calling out a farewell to his father, walked up-stairs to his wife’s room. Whet transpired In the room before the tragedy will forever remain a mystery. Within half an hour after his arrival home a female member of the household, Mra Ross, was awakened by tho screams of her sister-in-law, who cried out, “Oh, Charley! don’t, Charley, don’t’” followed by a pistol fbofc Mrs. Boss ran to the room, but in the hall met the murdered woman, who fell to the floor. Passing her, Mrs. Ross entered the fatal chamber just as the shot was fired which killed the unhappy husband and brother. Returning to the wife, Mra Ross turned her ovef, and found that her spirit had fled, and in twenty minutes the suicide had breathed his last The murdercM woman was barely 18 yean of age, and her maiden bnm was Cara Clendennio.