Democratic Sentinel, Volume 13, Number 10, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 29 March 1889 — Page 3

INDIANA HAPPENINGS.

EVENTS AND INCIDENTS THAT HAVE LATELY OCCURRED. An Interesting Summary of the More Important Doings of Our Neighbors—Weddings and Deaths—Crime, Casualties and General News Notefe , White Caps Brutally Whip an Idiot. White Cap methods have again been brought into play to regulate Hoosier affairs. The latest incident occurred in Washington County. Ben Clifton, an idiot, has for many years been a source of great annoyance to his neighbors, and the trouble he caused them is presumed to have been the excuse for the brutal treatment the demented creature received at the hands of the lawless regulators. Instead of adopting legal means and having Clifton sent to an asylum, another mode was used to discipline him. A few nights ago a body of White Caps took Clifton from his beyi, and, carrying him into the darkness, gave him a severe whipping. After finishing their task the White Caps turned the man loose, and, bleeding profusely from the lash’s cuts, the poor idiot crept back to bed. He was clad only in his night clothes. The White Caps said the beating was administered to improve Clifton's manners. Patents. Patents hwe been issued to Indiana inventors as follows: Charles Anderson, assignor to South Bend Iron Works, South Bend, sulky plow; John F. Brown, assignor to A. R. Baker, Indianapolis, temporary binder; William W. Campbell, Cambria, fence; Oliver H. Castle, Indianapolis, steam-engine governor; Charles E. Egan, Columbus, 0., assignor of one-tenth to N. W. Halley, Tipton, incandescent electric lamp-socket; Henry H. Fisher. New Paris, washingmachine; Viola Fitz, Richmond, crib attachment for bedsteads; Adelbert E. Fobtcb, New Albany, stereoscope; Artemus N Hadley, Indianapolis, shockforming table for corn-harvesters; Emmett Shanks, Huntington, truck; Fremont Swain, Indianapolis, percentilemeasurement chart; Allen J. Wolf, Newburg, rail-chair.

Reported Case of Wholesale Poisoning.

A singular case of wholesale poisoning is reported from Ravenstad, Warrick County. In the house of James McGill, a well-known farmer, a package of “Rough on Rats” was left lying on a shelf just above a pail of drinking water. By some means a portion of the poison fell into the bucket, from which the whole family drank. The father, 65 years of age, and his son, James, died from the effects of the poison, while the mother and daughter are said to be in a critical condition and not likely to recover.

Minor State Items. —New York capitalists have invested $350,000 at Muncie. —lncendiaries burned the house of Mrs. Henry Kerns, four miles south of Seymour. —Valparaiso has abolished the offices of Street Commissioner and Chief of the Fire Department. —An incendiary fire destroyed the stable and outhouses of Dr. J. W. Rucker, at Shelbyville. —John Storns, 62 years old, and deaf, was instantly killed at Fairland, Shelby County, whi e walking on the track. —A 3-year-old child of Mrs. Fred Boyles, at Greensburg, was seriously scalded, by the upsetting of a tub of hot water. —While feeding a corn crusher, at Rushville, Henry Winegart had a finger crushed off, pulling a tendon out to the elbow. The third annual State encampment of the Sons of Veterans will be held at Logansport, beginning June 11, and continuing four days. —The Board of Commissioners of Harrison County has made an order bonding the indebtedness of the county, amounting to $60,000. —The daughter of Thomas Gephart, Elnoro, Daviess County, aged 5 years, was fatally burned by her clothing catching fire from a pile of burning rubbish. —Mad dogs have made their appearance in Decatur County, and the citizens are adopting the shotgun treatment to prevent their doing damage to man and stock. —William Pike, an employe of the Winchester saw and handle factory, had his right hand crushed while working at a bolting-machine. Amputation was necessary.

—Elkhart county’s oldest resident, Jarvis Clark, died at Elkhart, aged 91 years. He was a pioneer, was in business many years ago, and was very prominently known. —The Union Grand Army Association of Madison, Delaware, Grant, Blackford, Randolph, and Jay counties will hold their fourth annual encampment at Marion, July 30, 31, and Aug. 1. —At Terre Haute, while making a run to a fire. Major Holden, a prominent farmer of Vigo County, was struck by a ladder wagon and received injuries from which it is thought he will die. The directors of the Knox County Agricultural Association elected officers as follows: M. O’Donnell, President; J. W. Emison, Secretary; William Berry, Treasurer; J. T. MoCimsey, Superinten- • ent.

—Jacob Brown, who had been closely identified with almost every interest and improvement in Jackson County since its settlement, died at Seymour. —Twenty tramps make their headquarters in a sugar camp, near Muncie, and spend the day in begging money and insulting women. An effort will be made to capture them by the city authorities. —An old California miner claims to have discovered a rich silver mine two miles east of Spencer. He exhibited samples of ore, which he says will yield S4OO a ton, but refuses to divulge the location of his “find.” —Mrs. Belle Crane, wife of James Crane, a druggist at Clinton, killed herself by Bending a bullet into her temple. Mr. Crane’s place of business was several times destroyed by fire, and the financial loss had weighed heavily on his wife’s mind. —The vicinity of Columbus is a great rendezvous for tramps, and on bright days dozens of the vagrants can be seen sunning themselves on the roadways leading to the city. All the fences in the neighborhood are covered with curious chalk marks, which are thought to be guides to the visiting members of the tramping fraternity. —The citizens of Huntington are much annoyed by the nauseating odor of escaping oil from a break in the Chicago tank-line. The ste’nch permeates every corner of the houses, and even food is impregnated with it. They also live in fear, because of the danger of the accumulated oil taking fire and causing a serious conflagration. —The Commissioners of Randolph County have agreed to appropriate $25,000 toward a soldiers’ monument to be erected at the east side of the public square, Winchester. This amount, in connection with a bequest by the late James Mormon, will be sufficient to erect a fitting tribute to the memory of Randolph County’s heroes. —Arthur Cypherd, aged 17, living near Birmingham, Miami County, was killed while hunting, in a peculiar manner. He was sitting on a log resting, and seeing a squirrel, drew his gun hastily toward him by the barrel. The lock caught ona piece of bark, exploding the charge, which entered his head. He died in a few hours.

—Miss Lillie Bain, daughter of exAuditor Wm. Bain, of Martinsville, was sitting on a stone wall chatting to friends. In alighting from it, her dress caught on a stone and throwing her violently to the ground, pulled a stone weighing 150 pounds down on her. The stone fell three feet. The young lady was seriously injured internally. —Jesse AV. Griffiths, of Huntington, eccentric character. He ran a drug store over thirty years, and rarely left the place, except to get his meals. He died in his store, refusing to be moved, and about his person was $4,000 cash, while other amounts were found concealed in jars and other receptacles. His estate aggregated $50,000, nearly all in cash.

—A case of alleged faith cure is reported from Fort Wayne. Mrs. Falkner had been ill with consumption for over a year, and was not expected to live. Friends in Columbia City who believed in curing by faith were induced to visit her, and she put herself into their hands and ceased taking medicine entirely. Now, it is said, she is being gradually restored to health.

—Charles Westbrook, of Evansville, has been stricken with aphasia, or the loss of the use of words. It is a peculiar and unusual disease, and the'patient, while knowing the name of the) object he wishes to call, cannot recall the word until some one does the same within his hearing, and a moment later it is forgotten again. Frequently it is followed by a loss of speech altogether. —A singular accident occurred at the Olds Wheel Works in Fort Wayne. A flying spoke struck John McCaffrey, an employe, squarely on the head, and peeled his entire sclap off as clean as the scalping-knife of an Indian could have done. The man was rendered senseless, and blood ran from his head in torrents. McCaffrey will recover, but he will be bald-headed for the remainder of his life.

—A short time since a colored family named Bowman moved to the west end of Xenia and a month ago a “White Cap” notice, with skull and cross-bones, notifying the Bowmans to leave in thirty days was found posted on the door. Though probably intended as a joke, the family took it in earnest, and the other night, when some small colored children rapped at the door and refused to answer when spoken to, a little Bowman boy, who was alone in the house, fired through the door, the shot striking a 12-year-old lad named Williams in the neck, inflicting serious and probably fatal injuries, the ball lodging near the base of the brain.

—A singular incident in the life of David E. Martin, an old soldier, was brought to light at his funeral services in Russiaville recently. At the battle of Resaca Mr. Martin was shot in the left breast by a Minnie ball, but fortunately had a leather-bound Testament in his pocket, which caused the ball to glance, thus saving his life. The old book, with its bullet-torn back, was shown to the congregation during the oration, and the touching allusion to the incident by Rev. Knox brought tears to the eyes of the comrades, and to almost everyone in the house.

LINCOLN S ASSASSIN.

FACTS NEVER BEFORE PUBLISHED CONCERNING J. WILKES BOOTH. A Graphic Description of the Pursuit and Capture—Dangerous Journey with the Corpse Disposition of the Rein aitis. [LANSING (MICH.) CORRESPONDENCE.] Before a clerk’s desk in the office of the Auditor General of Michigan sits the impi who commanded the handful of cavalry that captured J. Wilkes Booth, saw the assassin shot down in the old Virginia barn, heard the last words he ever uttered, and lowered the body into its grave. Bather below medium height, but still straight as an arrow, he is now gray-haired and graybearded. In the museum of the State Agricultural College, three miles from here, is the figure of the war-horse he rode during the pursuit. The sturdy old horse was the playmate of Lansing children for vears. and when he died recently full of years the college faculty requested permission to have the skin mounted and placed in the museum. The Lieutenant tells the story of Booth’s capture modestlv, and as he was with the murderer from his death to his burial his narrative contains a great deal of valuable matter that has never before been published.

At the time of the assassination Lieut. Baker was in the employ of the War Department’s detective bureau, at the head of whicn was his cousin, Gen. L. C. Baker. Ten days later, when word was wired from lower Maryland that the first definite trace of the murderer had been found—a negro stating that two men answering the description of Booth and the man Harold had crossed the Potomac the Saturday night before—the chief detective placed under hie command a squad of cavalry and tersely directed him to run Booth to earth. There were twentyfive cavalrymen in the party, and to these, at the Lieutenant’s request, was added as assistant and counselor his friend, Col. Conger, a brother of the ex-United States Senator from Michigan. A gunboat conveyed the party down the river to Belle Plain that night, and the squad scoured the surrounding country until daybreak, Baker and Conger, dressed as civilians, riding some distance in advance and representing to a sleepy but sympathetic population that they had been pursued by “Yanks” and had become separated from two comrades whom they were now trying to find. No clew was obtained and at daylight the party struck directly across the country, arriving at Port Conway late in the afternoon. Here the jaded men dropped out of the saddle, but their rest was of a decidedly fleeting nature. The restless little Lieutenant soon found a fisherman named Rawlins who had seen Booth and Harold in company with Capt. Jett and Lieut. Bainbridge, two rebel officers just mustered out of Mosby’s cavalry, cross the Rappahannock the night before.' Did he know where they went? He imagined they would push straight on to Bowling Green, twenty-two miles southwest. Rawlins agreed to guide the party to Bowling Green, but at his own suggestion was placed under arrest to convey the impression that his service was compulsory. As they crossed the rivet two mounted men watched them interestedly from the brow of the hill above. The cavalrymen galloped up the slope in pursuit, but the two made a dash into the pine woods, and it was deemed advisable to waste no time in pursuit, but to head straight for Bowling Green. “And those two men,” said Lieut. Baker, with a queer grimace at the recollection, “were Harold and Bainbridge, ns we afterwards learned, and Booth was only half a mile away at the farmhouse of the Garrett brothers.

Midnight and the party had reached Bowling Green. The hotel to which Bawlins believed Capt. Jett would take his friends was quietly surrounded, and Capt. Jett himself was roused from his slumbers to find a revolver thrust in his face. He promised to tell all he knew of the matter if shielded from the charge of complicity, and informed the Lieutenant that Booth had stopped at the Garrett place. He was shortly ordered to get out his horse and accompany the party, and the men were directed in his hearing to shoot him down without halting if he attempted a dash for liberty. Back toward the Rappahannock panted the tired horses, with their riders worn out, half asleep, and nearly choked by the thick, sluggish clouds of dust which the intense darkness made it impossible to avoid. At 3.30 they were at the Garrett place, Jett and Bawlins placed under a guard, and the house surrounded. When old man Garrett opened the door a few inches in response to a knock Baker stepped inside and demanded: “Where are the men who have been staying with you during the last day or two ?” The revolver was a handy weapon for Lieut. Baker that night. This time it was leveled at Garrett, and the old man stammered; “They have gone to the woods.” “Don’t you tell me that. They are here I” and the revolver moved a few inches closer. Young Garrett appeared just then and begged the detective not to shoot his father. He explained that the men went to the woods after the cavalry went by, but soon came back. The suspicions of the family, however, hud been aroused by their actions, awl they refused to have them in the house again, but finally get-a them permission to remain over night in the old tobacco warehouse, used as a barn. They ' had been locked in to prevent their stealing anything, young Garrett explained, and his brother was staying in the corn-house to watch them. The command was posted silently about the old barn. There was no drowsiness now, no weariness. The air was strangely still for even a Southern night. The candle which Lieut. Baker carried in his hand as he walked toward the barn did not flicker in the least. To young Garrett, who was by his side, he said; “We find these men in your custody. You must go into the bam and induce them to give themselves up. We don’t .wish to shoot if it can be avoided, but we want them, dead or alive, and must have them." Garrett demurred, but the revolver again proved a potent argument. The officer unlocked the door, and the young man stepped inside. Baker heard a rustling among the corn-leaves and a moment’s low conversation. Then the voice of Booth rose shandy : “D n you, sir, you have betrayed me! Get out of here or 1 will shoot you!" “We have sent in this young man in whose custody we find you,” said Baker through the door, his words sounding with startling distinctness in the ears of the watching cavalrymen. “Give him your arms and surrender, or we shall bum the barn, have a bonfire, and a shooting match. ’’ The command was useless, and a moifient later a badly frightened young man was pounding on the door and begging to be let out. Lieutenant Baker was still holding the candle in his hand when Garrett, with a face pale with terror, stepped outside. “Put that out,” he said, hurriedly, “or he will shoot you by the sight of it. ” , The officer set down his candle a trifle back, but so that its flame still cast a fantastic light on the barn front, and again called upon the fugitives to surrender. “There is one man here,” Booth replied clearly, “who wishes much to surrender.” And Baker heard the assassin say to Harold: “Leave me, will you? Go! I don’t wish you to stay.” Harold rapped on the door as soon as this permission was given, and said: “Let me out; I know nothing of this man in here.” “Bring out your arms and you cau come,” replied Baker. “I have no arms.*’ “You have,” insisted the officer. “Ypu brought a carbine and a pistol across the river. Bring them out.” “Captain,” interrupted Booth, calmly, “Hie arms are mine and I shall keep them.” Harold was a coward at heart, and he fairly prayed to be let out. When the door was opened he put out his hands at command, was pulled out by Lieut. Baker, and turned over to a guard. Then the officer turned his attention to Booth again. “You, too, had better come out and surrender,” he said. A gleam of hope came to the murderer. “Tell me who you are and what you want of me,” he called eagerly. “It may be lam being taken by my friends/ “It makes no difference who we are! We have fifty well-armed men around this bam and you cannot escape." There was a momentary pause, and then Booth said despondently. “Captain, this a hard case, I swear! lam lame. Give me a chance. Draw up your men twenty yards from the door and I will come out and fight your whole command." “We are not here to fight,” replied Baker, > “but to take you. You are now free td surrender.” “Give me a little time to consider,” urged Booth. “Very well; you can have two minutes.” Booth was quiet until the time had nearly elapsed. Then he said entreatingly: “Captain, I believe you to be a brave and honorable man. ” have had haff a dozen chances to shoot you, fcjd I have a bead drawn on you now, but I do

not wish tojdo it. Withdraw your men from the door and I will come out. Give me this chance for my life, Captain, for I will not be taken alive." “Your time is up." was the grim reply. “We shall wait no longer. We shall fire the barn." The theatrical instinct was still strong in the murderer. In a stagy tone he exclaimed: “Well, my brave boys, vou can prepare a stretcher for me, then.” And after a slight pause the listening officer heard him mutter: “One more stain on the glcaious old banner." Col. Conger ignited a qgstch on his side of the bam and lighted the corn-leaves that protruded through a craok. As they flamed up Lieut. Baker swung open a door and looked in. Booth seemed to be leaning against the mow, but was crouched as though in tne act of springing forward. His crutches were under his arms and his carbine in his hands. His appearance indicated that he intended to jump toward the fire and shoot the man who had lighted it. But the sudden glare blinded him. He hesitated. Then starting forward he caught at an old table as if alxrnt to tip it over upon the flames. He quickly saw the futility of this, and dropping one crutch he limped with the other toward the door. At about the center of the burn be stopped and drew himself up to his full height. The leg fractured in his jump to the stage after the assassination of the President was forgotten, and Booth stood l>efore his solitary watcher erect and defiant. His hat was off, and his dark hair pushed back from his high, white forehead. He held his carbine in one hand and a revolver in the other. In his belt was another pistol anil a bowie knife. His lips were conii>ressed, his features fierce, and his full, dark eyes were rolling and {flittering with excitement. The flames swept up to the roof, rolled across and to the floor belew. He was a picture of Apollo in a frame of fire. He stood under on arch of flame, leaping, rolling and hissing, as in mockery of his misery. His only hope now was to make a dash for the doors and run the gauntlet of the cordon of soldiers. Suddenly ho dropped his remaining crutch, threw down the carbine, and sprang forward. Then sounded the pistol of Boston Corbett, the man President Lincoln had pardoned when once sentenced to lie shot for remissness in guard duty, and Booth fell forward on his face. Lieut. Baker sprang upon him and caught the nerveless arms. It was unnecessary. The shot had paralyzed him below the wound, and all save the fertile brain and fluttering heart and lungs were already dead. The assassin was carried from the barn and laid under an apple tree out of reach of the flames. Present!v he opened his eyes and appeared to realize his condition. In a painful whisper he said: “Tell mother. Toll mother.”

Then he became unconscious again. The heat of the burning barn grew intolerable under the tree, and he was removed to the piazza. A cloth wet with brandy and water was placed between his lips, and at length he revived again. His eyes looked with dumb appeal into tile faces of those about me. “O, kill me; kill me quick,” he whispered bitterly. Another lapse into unconsciousness, and it seemed impossible that he could revive again, but just before sunrise there was a last brightening of the stunned brain. As he revived, he put out his tongue, and Lieut. Baker, thinking he wanted to know if there was blood in his mouth, told him there was none. “Tell mother I die for my country,” Booth gasped to the officer. “I did what I thought was best.” Baker lifted one of the nerveless hands. It fell back by his side again. “Useless, useless," murmured Booth. These were the last words. Col. Conger had lieen sent on to Washington twenty minutes before the death of Booth, and, after a hurried breakfast, Lieut. Baker started after him with the body. It was wrapped in a blanket that hail been used as a saddle cloth, and alter the blanket had been firmly sewed together was placed in a rickety market wagon. An old negro, supposed to lie thoroughly familiar with the (country, acted as driver. Baker directed the cavalrymen to follow him as soon as they had breakfasted, and with a single corporal by his side departed for Belle Plain Landing, thirty miles away. The story of that day’s ride has never appeared in print. Mile after mile ’was passed over, but the cavalry did not rejoin them, although the negro driver assured him that they were on the shortest road to the landing. The officer finally became alarmed for the safety of his command and sent the corporal back with orders to the squad to push forward with the utmost haste. The corporal did not return, nor did the cavalrymen appear. One officer was alone witli the negro in a hostile country and with the body of the murderer of the hated Lincoln in his possession.

There has been no other day in Lieut. Baker’s life that proved so heavy a drain upon his physical and mental strength. Exhausted by thirtysix hours of hard riding in the saddle, he was required to be constantly on the alert in anticipation of an attack from every ravine. Hungry and thirsty, he dared not stoi> for food or drink. Now the kingbolt broke and the front end of the wagon-box dropped down. The corpse slipped forward and blood from the wound trickled down upon the axle and reach and smeared the hands of the old negro as he bent under the wagon to repair the damage. The old man cried out in terror. “Stop your noise,” sternly commanded the officer ; “it will wash off.” “It will nebber, nebber wash off,” wailed the negro, in horror. “It is the blood of a murderer. ” Up hills almost without end, threading numberless ravines, the two plodded along, finally reaching the Potomac in the evening, only to find themselves three-fourths of a mile above the landing. The negro had taken the old road, while Lieut. Baker’s command had returned on the newer and better road constructed .by the Government during the war. When the corporal reached his comiiany the officer in command, jealous that a mere detective had been placed in authority above him, refused to follow Baker, and said, shortly: “If he wants to go off on the wrong rood he must take the consequences.” Baker and the negro made the best of the situation by carrying Booth’s body to the river and hiding it under a clump of willows, after which the former rode two miles around a bluff and found his command and gunbout at the Government landing. He pulled back with two men to the old landing, secured the body, and' when it was swung on board the gunboat he dropped exhausted on the deck and lay there until the boat had steamed half way to Washington. The next day he gave the Secretary of War a detailed account of the tragedy. Stanton had Booth’s carbine, and it was found that the cartridge was out of position and could not be exploded. Its appearance shoved that a nuinber of efforts had been made to discharge the weapon, and it is probable that Booth snapped it repeatedly at Baker as the latter stood before the old bam with the candle in his hand. The administration was in a quandary regarding the disposal of the assassin’s body, which was still on board the gunboat. The second day after Lieut. Baker’s rerum Gen. Baker came to him, and said: “Stanton wants me to dispose of Booth’s body. He doesn’t care where ft is put, only so it will not be found until Gabriel blows his trumpet. I want you to go with me.” Tlie two started for the navy yard, stopping on the way for a moment’s conversation with the officer in charge of the old penitentiary, then used as an arsenal. At the navy yard the two cousins dropped into u rowboat, the body was taken on board, and a heavy ball and chain was conspicuously placed in the Ixiat. It was then late in the afternoon. Crowds of jieople lined the river and followed the rowboat as far down the stream as the marshes would permit. The story sprang from lip to lip that the body was to be weighted down with bull and chain and sunk in midstream. For several days thereafter searching parties dragged the stream, and the next issue of Frank Leslie’s newspaper contained a singularly accurate full-page picture, showing the Bakers in the act of shoving tho body into the river. Two miles below the city tho boat halted in a little cove near the grounds where condemned war-horses were slaughtered, and remained until darkness had settled down. Then it was pulled slowly back to the old penitentiary. A door at the water’s edge was opened and the corpse carried to a criminal cell where tho stone slab that covered the floor had been removed and a grave dug in the earth beneath. Into that black hole, with only the United States blanket as a wind ing-sheet, was lowered tho body of J. Wilkes Booth, and the stone slab replaced above it. Col. Conger afterward insisted that the command of the capturing party was turned over to him in Virginia, and claimed tho lion's share of the reward. All ttye foundation there was for this claim was that Conger informed Baker during the search that he knew the lay of the land well, and the latter replied: “Well, if you are familier with the country, go ahead." However, Cougar induced a corporal of the guard to testify that Baker had really turned over the command, and by shrewd engineering eventually secure}! 810,000 as the commander of the party, Lieut. Baker receiving only 83,000.

HIS LIFE WORK ENDED.

DEATH (IF JUSTICE MATTHEWS OF THE SUPREME COURT. The Noted Jurist Su< cumbs After a Year’* Illness—Sketch of His Life—From a School Teacher to the Supreme Bench— Token* of Respect. •

[Washington (D. C.) special.] Justice Stanley Matthews, of the United States Supreme Court, died at his home in this city on the morning of the 22d inst. Justice Matthews had been sick for more than a year, his com-'

JUSTICE MATTHEWS.

weaker than ever. The afternoon of his death he had a prolonged chill and high fever, which brought on intense local suffering. This was followed in a few hours by another chill, from which he could not rally. He continued to lose strength. and died a few' minutes after 10 o’clock a. m. The immediate cause of death was exhaustion of the heart and congestion of tho kidneys. For a number of hours previous to his death ho was practically unconscious. During his last hours the dying justice was attended by members of his family. These were Mrs. Matthews, two daughter's, his son Paul, and Mr. C. B. Matthews, his brother who came to Washington from Cincinnati a week ago. Dr. Johnston and the faithful colored servant, who only a few days ago announced to callers with great satisfaction that “Justice Matthews is ever so much better," were also present. Stanley Matthews was born at Cincinnati, Ohio July 21, 1824, his father being Thomas J. Matthews, professor of mathematics in Transylvania University, Kentucky, and afterward President of the Woodward High School, Cincinnati. Stanley Matthews graduated at Kenyon College in 1840, and afterward studied law ’for two years. He then taught school in Maury County, Tennessee, until his admission ’to the bar, when ho removed to Columbia, where ho practiced law and edited the Tennieaee Democrat. In 1844 he returned to Cincinnati, and was ap]K>inted Assistant Prosecuting Attorney during a term of court, his efficiency attracting attention. He also became a contributor to Dr. Bailey's anti-slavery paper, the Herald, and subsequently succeeded! Dr. Bailey as its publisher. His connection; with the paper made Mr. Matthews n party to the combination which elected Mr. Chase United States Senator from that State and resulted in Mr. Matthews’ election, as a “free-seller,” Clerk of the Ohio House of Representatives. In 1849, upon the adjournment of the Legislature, Mr. Matthews returnedi to tho i>ractlco of his profession, and upon the ; adoption of the State constitution in tho follow-i ing year he was elected by the Democrats one of tho throe Judges of the Court of Common Pleas of Hamilton County. Ho resigned this position l in January, 1853, finding the salary insufficient, and became a member of the hiw firm of Worth-1 ington & Matthews. He subsequently served! one full term in the Senate of Ohio, and waul United States District Attorney from 1858 to 1860, when he resigned. i Upon a tender of 'his services to Gov. Dennison nt the commencement of hostilities he was appointed Lieutenant Colonel of the Twentythird Ohio Infantry. Rutherford B. Hayes was, Major of the regiment, and Gen. Rosecrans its Colonel. He was promoted to tho Colonelcy of the Fifty-first Ohio Regiment in October, 1861. In April, 1863 he was elected by tho Republicans! Judge of the Superior Court of Cincinnati, and! resigned his military command. He filled this! judicial position until July, 1864, when he ten-1 dered his resignation, compelled by pecuniary! considerations to resume his private practice. This soon became very extensive and profitable. In 1872 Mr. Matthews, although a member of tho convention which first nominated Mr.f Greeley for President, withdrew before thei nomination and supported the election of Gen. Grant in the canvass. Upon the resignation of’ Senator Sherman to become Secretary of the! Treasury Mr. Matthews was elected as his sue-, censor, serving from 1877 until 1879. Toward the close of his administration President Hayes sent' the nomination of Stanley Matthews to the Senate to lie an Associate Justice of the Supreme Court of the United States, but the nomination; was not acted upon by that Congress. It was renewed by President Garfield on May 12, 1881, and confirmed.

SUPREME COURT AND SENATE.

■ T Both Bodies Adjourn as a Mark of Respect for the Doud Jurist. When the Supreme Court met at 12 o’clock on the 22d Inst., Chief Justice Fuller announced tho death of Justice Stanley Matthews and adjourned the court. Orders were also given to drape in black the seat lately occupied by the deceased. . In the Senate the Vice President presented & note from the Chief Justice announcing the death of Justice Matthews, and on motion of Mr. Hoar the Senate immediately adjourned. Tributes to His Worth. A large number of messages of condolence were received by the family of the deceased, among them being the following from the President: “I have heard with the most profound regret of the death'of your most honored husband. Tho sense of loss and bereavement which you fdtel will be shared by our people. I have known' ■Justice Matthews for many years and had a very, high appreciation of his character and learning. That you may be comforted and sustained in this hour of trial is my most sincere prayer. Very truly yours, Benjamin Haluuson.”

TIM AND PETE BARRETT.

The Murder of Car-Driver Tollefson Avenged at Minneapolis, Minn. Timothy and Peter Barrett died on the scatfold in the County Jail at Minneapolis, Minn., for the murder of Thomas Tollefson, a street-cur driver. Fathers James and Henry McGolrick and Father Corbett, of the Catholic Church, attended the men. The brothers died game. Henry, Timothy, and Peter Barrett, brothers, of unsavory reputation, robbed the cash-box of a street-car and killed the driver, Thomas Tollefson, late on the night of July 26, 1887. The Barretts were arrested. Henry turned State’s evidence, and on his evidence Tim and Pete were convicted and sentenced to hang. Two shots were fired at Tollefson, the first, fired by Pe;e, struck the driver in the leg. Henry and Pete then ran away. Within a minute Tim fired a shot which killed Tollefson. lim then took the cash-box, with S2O in it, and joined Henry and Pete. After a number of trials and a stay granted by the Supreme Court, the Governor fixed the time of execution for Friday, March 22. Monroe Wilkinson, colored, was hanged at Scottville, Ky.. for murdering Berry Manion, colored. Sept. 22, 1888, at a Sun-day-school picnic.

The Pig and the Cow.

A Pig having fallen into a Pit set up a loud Squealing for Help, and the Cow came Running to see what was the Matter. In her Anxiety to be of Service she caved the bank in on the Pig and Smothered him. “Alas!” he gasped with his Dying breath, “had I called the Bear, who is my Enemy, I should have been no worse off!” Moral: It’s about an Even thing whether you call the Doctor or th® Lawyer.— Detroit Free Press.

plaint dating from the winter of 1887-45, when he was attacked with indigestion and muscular rheumatism. Other troubles complicated his case, and since that time, at intervals of three or four weeks, he has been prostrated by intermittent attacks. Bet ween them he would have periods of marked improvement, and his physicians would express marked hopes of recovery, when another attack would leave him