Democratic Sentinel, Volume 15, Number 11, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 April 1891 — Page 3

CHUB.

A Romm of M Virginia.

BY DAVID LOWRY.

CHAPTER I. THE FIGHT AT THE CORNERS. “Touch him! Put a finger on him if you dare! I’ll put a bullet through the first man who makes a move.” The crowd fell back before Chub’s flashing eyes. Every man there knew she would shoot as quick as she would look or speak. Chub Dawson held her head erect, defiant: her bosom heaved with emotion. Her hands clutched her rifle with a tense grasp that afforded an outlet for the passion that blazed out in the defiant threat that caused those nearest her to recoil in dread. “You are a lot of cowards. A groat set of tig, hulking loafers, to set on one man. If he had a fair show —as he will have—he’d whip the best man your ■crowd can pick to set up against him. I want you to leave him. Git, now. If there's any shootin’ done now. I’ll take a hand in it myself.” “Sho! now, Chub, you’d oughtn’t to.” “Steve Treddle, the best thing you can •do is to cut sticks. Who made you spokesman for the Corners?” The crowd laughed, faintly, to be sure, but the contempt in Chub’s voice echoed the sentiments of more than one there. Besides, the crowd was ready now to laugh at anything. They had witnessed enough bloodletting for one day, and Chub’s appearance on the scene, unexpected as it was, proved timely in more ways than one. The crowd looked at each other sheepishly, and slunk off. Soon there was only Chub and Dan Bash left. “You had to fight, I suppose,” said Chub, as she looked, first at the ground, then at Dan’s face. Dan’s eye was marked. There was a red gash on one cheek, too, and his clothes were covered with dust—dust that had been lying on the road. “I couldn’t help it.” Dan did not apologize—did not explain. He simply told the truth. “I suppose I can tell how it happened. You quarreled with Ned Monk.” “No. He quarreled with me. ” “Couldn’t you get awayfrom him?” “Why should I try to avoid any man?” Dan looked at Chub in a way that brought the blood to her cheeks, and knowing it Chub grew, or pretended to igrow, very angry again. & J l *-•. way jpen to mau l land pOtmd each other—to bite and kick, and and and scratch and —and— gouge, and ” Chub paused for lack of words to express her disgust. •- “I teH you it was no more my fault than ft is yours. He crowded me twice. I was here on business. I didn’t come pf my own choice. I had to talk to the school directors —had to wait here to see two of themj and Jhe crowd was here, shooting al a mark. I wa§ sitting right where you are standing, when first. Ned Monk tramped on my foot. I pushed him off, and when he didn’t apologize I saw he was half drunk. Thon he was beaten —they all beat him shooting—and he wanted to fight, and picked on me. When he said foe could whip me, what ought Ito have done? Run?” “No,” said Chub in a low tone, w th flaming cheeks. “I didn’t! I stood up; they all gathered around, and. before he suspected it, I had him on his back. I knocked him down three times in succession, and then his brother Bill came at me. I knocked him down, too; I had them ■down, when one of the gang hit me with a stone on the cheek-bone, here.” Dan pointed to his eye. “That knocked me down—then three of them were on me at one time. That was what made me pull the gun, and shoot Ned Monk. If I had shot him through the heart, I would have served him right, the coward!” “Yes, you would!” said Chub, admiringly. “Well, I didn’t know the ins and outs of it. I believe you, though. I’d sooner take your word, Dan Bash, than the whole crowd’s!”

“I’m obliged to you, Miss Dawson.” “Don’t ‘Miss’ me—my name’s just Chub. ” “Well, Chub. then. I owe you my life. ” “Nonsense. Nothing of the kind. I just happened to come over in time—that’s all. 1 thought our Ben was here —and ” Chub paused. She could not, would not tell a lie. and the truth was she had heard the shouts of the combatants as she stood on her father’s back porch. There was no one in the house but herself. To pick up the rifle she was familiar with, and had used for more than a year, and run over the low hill between her father’s house and the tavern and smithy occupied less than two minutes. She burst upon the crowd like ■an avenging angel. Her hair, worn in loose curls, was flying over her shoulders, her bonnet had fallen back on her neck, and her face was set with scorn and passion as she aimed her gun at the crowd and commanded them to desist Half a dozen had gathered about Dan Bash; they meant murder, but Dan managed to get his back against the smithy, and was striking out right and left when Chub Dawson interposed in the very nick of time. “You’d maybe best go to our house till pa comes home, Mr. Bash.” Dan Bash meditated. It was good advice. The chances were that if he met any of the crowd .controlled by the Monks they would resume the quarrel, and he would either suffer at their hands or be compelled to kill some of them to save his own life. But Dan’s sober second thought gov■erned him. “No, I am obliged to you for the offer, but I’ll not let anything prevent me from attending to the business that brought me here. I’ll go back the way I came.” “You know best,” said Chub, stiffly. Then she looked at him covertly, turned and hastened home, while Dan Bash looked after her. “She don’t think how much I’ve saved ;her. What a splendid woman she is!” Dan added <to himself as he sat down .again and sighed. The landlord, whc had remained in

hii house all this time, looking on, came out now. Then his wife, an old woman, much older than the landlord (it was said he married her for her property), stood in the doorway, looking at Dan Bash. “I told you you’d find it rough traveling’bn the mountains,” said the landlord with a cough. ' “Yes—and more than me finds It rough,” replied Dan, dryly. “The boys think you are too —too ” “Iknow what you would say," interposed Dan. “Too fine. Well, I wear a clean shirt I keep my face clean—and I mind my own business, Mr. Potts.” “Yes, yes—you do, indeed. Same time, the boys ’round the crik think you’re kind o’ upsot ” “Well, I think an American citizen is entitled to his opinion. I have mine. ” “I’m not agreein’ with the boys, Mr. Bash. Oh, no! Not at all!” “Mr. Potts!” Bash spoke sharply. His voice expressed contempt Mrs. Potts, listening in the doorway, thought he was “awful high-strung. ” “Mr. Potts, I don’t care the price of a pine cone for the opinion of such of the ‘boys’ as you mean. Respectable people I respect —I don’t waste time on any others. I’ve better things, more important things to occupy my mind, and you are at liberty to say this to the ‘boys’ when you seo them again. ” “I—l—l’d ought to told you, Mr. Bash, but lhem two directors you say you want to see—why, I heard this morning as how they’d changed their mind 'bout cornin’ over to the Corners." “What’s that, Mr. Potts?” “Why, they're goin’ to ’Squire Meeks’ to a plowin’ match —some new-fangled plow, I reckon. So, you’ll not meet ’em here to day.” “Thank you,” said Dan Bash, as he smarted tn his feet. “I’ll try to see them before night. ” As he walked down the road rapidly, the landlord shook his head Slowly. “There' 1 te trouble grow out o' this day’s work, Susan. Mind my words. There’ll te trouble grow out of it. That young man’s powerful set in his way—powerful headstrong.” Meantime Dan Bash walked rapidly along the road. He was resolved to make up for lost time. It was all important to see the directors. He had much at stake. His pride was involved now. He could not, wou’d not turn back; come what might he would remain in the district until he was compelled to leave it. A little more than a mile from the Corners the road dipped suddenly in a ravine—a cleft between the mountain tops. There was a very large spring in the ravine, and man and beast welcomed the sparkling clear water that challenged them Dan Bash had slaked his thirst often on the roadside there, and even now he promised himself a good drink when he reached the spring. Just beside the spring, concealed by the thick bushes near it, sat the Monk brothers and a crony who was under their control. Bob Squatty was not a bad man. He was, unfortunately, easily influenced, and when he had a g ass of liquor under li's vest was as irresponsible as a lunatic. 1 he Monk brothers were talking in low tones to Bob as they were resting in the shade. “Squatty,” said Ned Monk, “whatever happens, you must be as si'ent as the grave. ” “Or maybe you'll go to aa early grave, ” said Bill Monk, meaningly. “Exactly,” echoed Ned. “Oh, I’ll be mum,” said Squatty. “I never told on you yet, did I?” “No, you never did, Squatty,” said Bill. “Bill,” said Ned, looking at his brother, “do you know, I believe Squatty would rather have his tongue cut out or his eyes burned out than give you and m? away? o Squatty shivered and tried to laugh. “Oh. here, now, you fellows know I’m with you. What’s the use talkin’?" “None whatever,” said Ned Monk. He arose, stepped out on the road, crossed it, looked over to the Corners, and came back. “Squatty—mind! Mum's the word. We may want you to help dig a grave round here soon. ” Squatty shivered aga’n. He knew they were there for murder. Who could it be but Bash? Well—he would help—he must help, Squatty said to himself, but his cowardly soul seemed to shrink into even smaller dimensions as he shivered the third time. “Squatty” said Ned Monk, as he brought his hand heavily down on his listener s knee, “we’re goin’ to settle Dan Bash. He’s cornin’ down the road. He'll be here dreckly. If you don’t help —we'll ki.l you! There ain't no chance to go back on this deal, Squatty. ” Poor Bob Squatty’s teeth chattered now, but he was in for it. He would have his throat cut if he didn’t obey—so he concluded he would render all the assistance in his power, so as to make a clean, sure job of it.

CHAPTER 11. TA ISO IN WAIT. But the Monks were not to have it all their own way. As rapidly as Dan Bash strode along, there were feet as swift as his. A pair of light feet that cut across a hills de, within view of the traveled load; a pair of hands that pushed aside bushes and overhanging branches of trees quick y. It was Belle Dawson, otherwise known throughout the district as “Chub” Dawson. Instead of going home again, as Bash and Mr. Potts sunn sed, Chub paused when she disappeared around the hill, pondered, and suddenly made her way by a short cut across to a point where she could observe the road. Once there, she shielded her eyes and looked stead ly. What did she see? A man. Y’es, plainly a man. He stood in the middle of the road. Chub could see him turn and look back. Then she observed a second man. Ko, too. stood in the m’ddle of the read, and, like his comrade, looked back “The cowards!” Chub muttered. “It’s the Monks. Chub mused. “If Igo back home and find uny father, by the time we can get around they’ll get the advantage of him.” Then another thought darted into Chub’s brain. She caught her breath. “Maybe they mean to murder him.” It was an easy matter. Anybody could conceal themselves among the bushes, pounce on the wayfarer, overpower, kill him and conceal his body among the heavy undergrowth. Chub looked again. There was nobody in view. The assassins had concealed themselves. .

Chub darted onward, forgetting that her rifle was hanging loosely in ono hand until it caught on a twig. Then she suddenly stopped, examined it carefully, grasped it tightly, and ran on again. There was a life at stake now. She could not walk. Over the boulders, over logs, over the clear spots and rough places she knew so well, Chub sped. “I hope I’ll be in time —I hope I’ll bo in time,” she said to herself as she hurried toward the spring in the ravine. Meantime Dan Bash walked faster and faster toward his fate. He was resolved now to decide the question whether he would remain in the district, at fair wages for teaching the school on the mountains, or “grub around roots” for such wages as the farmers could afford to pay him. He had excellent reasons, satisfactory to himself, for carrying out his original plan. There would have been less reason to remain in the district if he had not encountered the ill-will of the young men who assumed the right to control the school and all public affairs, by the exercise of mere brute strength. The Monks and their associates jeered at reason. Common sense, and fair play, and justice were things they never took account of. As Dan Bash walked on, swinging at a free, independent gait, he remembered the murderous looks Ned and Bill Mo;ik I gave him when Chub Dawson interposed I in time to save him from being maimed ■ or murdered by the gang. He realized fully the nature of the contest he had entered upon, but he had not invited it The quarrel was forced upon ; him. I But he had a good deal to learn. He did not know the depth of the j meanness to which the Monks would stoop to get the better of an antagonist. ; He had yet to learn that the Monks and their assistants deemed all means fair that promised them advantage. They never fought on equal terms, or singlehanded. There waif always somebpdy in reserve—something that could be counted on with almost “dead certainty,” to employ Ned Monk's own words. The reader has seen how the brothers pressed poor Squatty into their service. “I hear*. hint coming, now,” said Ned Monk to Iris gjbmpanions. “Now, Bill— I’ll aim at mini first. I’ll try to make sure, just when he comes level wfth us on the road. If I don’t bring him down, you shoot, then we’ll both jump on him, and Squatty here will help the best he knows how. ’’ The little group of assassins held their breath until Dan Bash came within fifty yards of their place of concealment. Something caused Bash to halt. Was it a forewarning? He glanced up and down the road, i stooped suddenly, and picked up a stone . and a heavy stick. Then he walked on. | As he neared the spot where the trio , were concealed, Ned Monk he’d his rifle I firmly in his band in front of him, ready i to bring it up to his shoulder. j Dan Bash walked on resolutely, all unconscious of the danger threatening him. Al Ned Monk observed him nearing him he drew up his gun. His finger was on the trigger, when a crack of a rifle startled the group. A bullet cut a twig just over Ned Monk's head. Dan Bash halted. He thought the shot was aimed at him.

Ned Monk rose up suddenly. His companions half-rose and peered around, light aqd’ejt. Da - : Bash walked on, g asping tin? stane in pne hand, concealing it from view, and resolved, in case he was assaulted, to wield his stick to the best advantage. He was opposite the spring when suddenly Bill Monk and Squatty rushed out on him. The assassins had changed their plans. They were resolved to carry out the original scheme. 7'hey would kill him, and then take' care of the person who had shot at Ned Monk. Rill Monk had a knife open in his right had; Squatty had a club. Both were approaching him —the one with upraised knife, the other with upraised club when a shot was heard; Bill Monk's arm dropped, and the next moment Chub Dawson sprang between Ned Monk and his brother Bill. At the same instant Dan Bash brought his stick down so hard on Squatty’s arm that that individual howled with pain. He thought his arm was broken. “Murderers!” Chub Dawson at that moment was the embodiment of vengeance. Her eyes blazed with passion as she urned, first to Nod, then to Bill Monk. “You Monks, as sure as you stand there, I’ll bore a hole in both of you. You think you are not watched. Well, yon had best move on now, or you’ll have more than Chub Dawson to deal with. Take my advice. Move! Make yourselves scarce as quick as your feet will let you, because you shay came to grief if you don’t. ” Ned Monk half drew his rifle. He had half a mind to fight the woman, and the man she had defended a second time that day. “Come. Ned. We’ll only make trouble fightin’ Chub,” said Bill Monk, hastily. He thought her father was following. Her language warranted some such inference. As for Squatty, he was already edging away as rapidly from the range of Chub s rifle as he could move without running. “Corse her! She's wounded my arm,* sa-'d Bill Monk. “The ne«t shot will be nearer your heart. Make another move dare to touch Dan Bash, and one of you dies, if I die the same minute.” “We'll remember you, Chub,” said Ned Monk, as he hastily walked after his brother .Bill. “Do,” said Chub. Then, elevating her voice: “You don't want a lock of my hair, I guess, the way you are moving. ” The last thing the cowardly trio heard as they walked on down the dusty road was Chub Dawson's ringing laugh. [to be continued.|

Irish Dividends.

The silver mines of Nevada have not been all profit to their shareholders, nor made many of them, comparatively speaking, millionaires. Outside of Consolidated Virginia and California the C< mstock mines represent an actual loss of ?36,(X'0.000 in assessments in twentyfive years. Sierra Nevada is the banner stock for assessments, having depleted the cash assets of its stockholders by 86,250,000, and returned dividends in scarcely a sixth of that sum, Of other stocks Union has drawn 82,310,000 in assessments and never paid a dividend, while Justice has belied its name by taking 83,500,000 from its stockholders and not returning them a cent. — Portland Oregonian. ‘ It isn’t at all hard to be poor; it’s dev’lish easy.

PLEASURE AND PAIN

ENTERING INDIANA HEARTS AND HOMES. Columbus Dwarf Dead—Favorable Test of the Sugar-Beet—Found Dead in Bed— New 815,000 Church at Martinsville— Accidents. Deaths, and Suicldea. —John Cotton, a pioneer of St. Joseph County, is dead. —LaPorte trotting club’s races come off July 3 and 4. —Over three hundred people in Edinburg have the grip. —Martinsville is soon to have a new $15,000 furniture factory. —Washington’s going to manufacture smokeless fuel to cost $4.50 per ton. —Madison County farmers never had a better outlook Tor a big wheat crop. —American Starch Company, Columbus, uses 6,000 bushels of corn per day. —The coal underlying a twelve acre tract in Parke County sold for $50,000. —William Paddock, an aged citizen, was found dead in bed at Cambridge City. —Henry Grevie, Aurora, attempted suicide by hanging; found, cut down, will live. —Lewis Willy and Isaac Sefton sue the Decatur Connty Agricultural Society for $5,335. —Eli Stussman, a brakeman on the Nickel Plato, was fatally crushed at Wanatah. —Wm. Patterson died at New Albany from injuries received in a railway accident there. —Religious revivals and la grippe have made the winter of ’9l a memorable one to Indianans. —A new bank is being organized by some of the leading German citizens in New Albany. —Met Tarlton, Greenwood, tried to suicide with morphine. Stomach pump restored him. —Mrs. Malinda Brown, one of the oldest and best-known settlers of Cass County, is dead. —The members of the Christian Church in Martinsville, are preparing to build a new $15,000 church. —George E. Toner, of Edinburg, has a hen that has laid an egg which measures 6%x9>£ inches. —On the farm of Charles Fields, near Union City, the bones of a large mastodon were unearthed.

—While prospecting for oil at Terre Haute a vein of valuable coal was struck at a depth of 175 feet. —Elder E. W. Hammond, of Spencer, has been called to the pastorate of the Christian Church in Seymour. —John Loew and George W. Taylor, of Aurora, Indulged in a shooting affray, but no serious injuries resulted. —A South Bend saloon keeper had to pay S4O for selling whisky to four school boys—all under 12 years of age. —Miss Jane Slader, of Walcsboro, was run over by a cow, sustaining injuries from which she may not recover. —The barn on the farm of John Overstreet, near Greenwood, burned, cremating six head of horses and two cows. —Rush Chambers, Columbus, attacked by a mad cow last week, had to have a limb amputated, will die from the shock. —A calf with two tails, one growing out between Its shoulders, is an interesting curiosity in a neighborhood near New Albany. —Mrs. Cornelius DeHilt, Lafayette, fell dead in her husband's arms as he was assisting her from a carriage. Heart disease. —A breeders’ association has been organized at Elmdale, Montgomery County, where it is proposed to establish a large stock farm. —At Hope a company has been organized, with a paid-up capital stock of $6,000, for the manufacture of creamery butter and cheese. —The newspaper agents of New Albany have organized a protective association for united protection against dishonest subscribers. —Supt. Kennedy, Muncie pulp works, arrested for violation of eight-hour law — compelled his men to work ten hours without extra pay. —Mrs. John Hicklcr, of Terre Haute, received a painful wound from a bullet fired from a flobert rifle in the hands of a lad named Kioer. —The new glass factory in ccnrsc of construction at Dunkirk is nearing completion, and will be ready for operation by the first of May. —The triplets, John, James, and Jacob Farley, residents of Wabash County, celebrated their sixtieth birthday anniversary recently. —John Gleasjii, of South Bend, fell from a step-ladder, and was impaled on a meat-hook, which penetrated h’s side, inflicting a serious wound. —While timber-cutters were at work upon a tree near Lebanon, gas oozed from the saw-cut, and upon application of a match burned for twenty minutes. —At Lafayette. Capt. Daniel Drew was acquitted of the charge of murder preferred against him for the killing of a man to protect the honor of his wife. —Hon. Ithamar Davison, a prominent farmer, was thrown from a vehicle a few miles west of Shelbyville, and badly hurt. He was at one time a member of the Legislature.

—Aittle Charley Johnson, who went gleefully forth to play at Evansville with both pants pockets full of loose gunpowder, will not join his mates in merrysport for several weeks to come—he docs not care for play now. —Thomas Hall, a dwarf, who died at Columbus recently, left an estate valued at $15,000. In his will he bequeathed 82,000 to the Christian Church. He died from the effects of a broken legs, which was the twenty-seventh time his leg had been broken.

—lndiana building stone quarries cover a surface of more than 200 square miles. —Clark Albertson and Anna Cronb, living near Martinsville, were married last week. The bride is 38 years old and weighs 250 pounds; the groom is 19 and weighs 110. —As George W. Lane, of Harrison County, was accompanying Mrs. Amanda Harris home from church he was assaulted by three brothers of Mrs. Harris and severely handled. —ln the Orinoco furniture factory at Columbus, Frank Kennedy, aged 17, got his right hand caught in a shaping-ma-chine, and it was so badly crushed that it will require amputation. —lt is reported that Florence Hurschell, whoso mysterious disappearance from New Albany, several months ago, caused so much excitement in that city, is now in a Cincinnati hospital. —An unknown woman gave birth to a child on the midnight train at Staunton, and threw it from the backdoor of the car while in fast motion. The head struck the rail and was mashed.

—“Bullfoot” Kernoodle, who Is now serving a term at the Michigan City Penitentiary, Is one of the three heirs to $1,600 pension money just allowed his deceased father, late of Crawfordsville. —George Knotts, Jack Pufflnberger and George Robertson, who were arrested for seining fish from White River in September last, were tried in the Circuit Court at Columbus. They were each fined SSO and costs. State Fish Commissioner Dennis was present during the entire trial and made a hard fight. Other prosecutions will follow. —Nixon Rush., Sr., was run down by the local freight, while switching, at Fairmount, and fatally injured. He was walking alongside a switch when the corner of a Joox car struck him, knocking him down, and, his clothing catching somehow, he was dragged for some distance. Mr. Rush is deaf and did not hear the engine approaching. —A distressing accident occurred near Delphi. Augustus Stoner and Ovan Million were hunting ducks along the Tippecanoe river. The rifle Million carried was accidently discharged, and the bullet entered young. Stoner’s abdomen, injuring him so badly that he died in a few hours. The boys were 15 years of age, and both belonged to prominent families.

—A powerful gas well was opened up in the geographical center of Kokomo, the only one that has been drilled In the city limits for two years. It Is owned by a local syndicate, who will sink other wells immediately. This well Is for the purpose of supplping gas for operating an electric street railway and the Wat-son-Bruner planing mill and furniture factory.

—Judge Snyder, of the Montgomery County Court, has made a ruling lq the injunction suit to restrain the city of Crawfordsville from putting in an electric light plant for tho purpose of supplying light for public? purposes and to private consumers. He held that the city can put in tho plant for the purpose of street-lighting, but could not furnish light to private consumers, unless thd Supreme Court shall make a new ruling. —Gov. Hovey has pardoned Arthur Vance, of New Albany, who was sentenced to the Floyd County jail for thirty days for petit larceny. Since his incarceration his health has become impaired, and having consumption, hisconfincment was telling on him severely. He was sentenced March 10. Vanco belongs to a good family and can live but a Ishort time, the disease of which he is a victim being hereditary. He is 17 years old. The offense consisted of tho theft of $2. —The test that was made in the growth of the German sugar beet in the soil of Bartholomew County has been made by 1 a Government chemist, and is very satisfactory. The beets produced on the farm of Frank Graves show 14 1-10 per cent, sugar, or 280.20 pounds of sugar per ton. The Government bounty of 2 cents a pound on this showing would be $5.60 a ton. If raw sugar can be sold for 2 cents per pound, the product of one, ton would be $8.40, after paying the bounty. There will be a large amount of the French sugar-beet grown this season. It is estimated that at least four tons of these beets can be produced on one acre, which will make the crop profitable, and may tend to levolutionize the agricultural interest in that part of the State and establish a factory there. —Rather a romantic marriage occurred at Russiaville recently. James R. Pollock, a wealthy farmer and widower, living two miles west of that city, was married to Mrs. Theresa' Hudson, widow of the late William R. Hudson, and daughter of Hon. James Thompson, of Irving- ! ton. The ceremony was performed at high noon by Rev. Hayden Rayburn, at his residence in Kokomo, after which the wedding party drove to the country home of the groom, where they were cordially received by the members of the united families, consisting of several children from each. The romantic features of the match are as follows: Twenty-five years ago James R. Pollock and Theresa Thompson were lovers, and their troth was plighted; but owing to some slight misunderstanding they drifted apart and each married other companions and each raised families. The last courtship was short and sweet, being rapidly ( developed Into a happy consummation. I —A strange coincident occurred in the ' death of two brothers, John and Daniel i French, farmers, of Vigo County. Daniel died suddenly one night, and while eating breakfast, the next morning, John fell from his chair and expired instantly. —Thomas Burton, aged 83, one of the oldest inhabitants of Connersville,, died recently. He was a shop-mate with Andrew Johnson in a tailoring establishment in Nashville, Tenn. He also had a trunk given him by ex-Gov. Blue Jeaas Williams.

TIED BY THE PRESIDENT

YOUNG MARTIN IS IN SERIOUS TROUBLE. Told His Companions that Ho Was Going to “Vo Up tho Presidentlnstoad, th-I President “Does Him Up” Very Securely. It appears that the attempt to secure' the release of young Harry Martin, who* attemped to break into the White House when intoxicated the other night, without any punishment whatever will not* be successful. An effort, however, is likely to be made to have the offense* charged against him changed, so that he' can plead guilty to it and pay a fine. A 1 change which has been suggested is that 1 he will be charged with assaulting? Poj Herman Kenney, one of the officials of the White House. It is now learned that the assault was of a more aggravated character than has been supposed. It is said to be true that young Martin, when crazed with liquor before he started to the White House, told some of his companions that he was going “to do the President up.” The language attributed to him In words is: “I am going to do up tho President.” If it could bo sustained in court, and the President or the Government chose to prosecute, it would be a very serious offense indeed. Under any other Government than this such conduct would not be excused as a drunken freak. It appears that when Martin broke througn the window of the red parlor the President.himself came to the rescue, and that he assisted the two police officers in capturing the young athlet’e. Tho story is that President Harrison, on hearing the noise and seeing the'difficulty the policemen had in struggling with the young fellow, himself procured a rope by cutting away one of the ropes that fasten the curtains at the window, and with tho officers’ assistance bound Martin securely. The President himself tied tho knot, being very much less excited than the officers. The President has been entreated by a great number of influential people since the event not to permit any action to be taken against the young man.

RACED WITH A WATERSPOUT.

Thrill! i< Experience of Hteaine.' In Weat Indian At New York, tho little NorWJkn steamer, America, came In from the West Indies with a story of a race with a gigantic waterspout. The steamer was 100 miles oft Hatteras on March 23, making Imr way north tn a moderate sea over whiAjntng low and heavy' clouds. Suddenly from tho northwest, tho direction of tho land, a gieat waterspout was seen approaching. Tho America was headed In tho direction that would give tho spout a wide berth, but it came down on tho steamer so rapidly' that tho captain put the' vessel on a northeasterly course and signaled the engineer to crowd on all tho steann Then It became a race between ths waterspout and the little steamer. Tlie former was shaped like an hour-glass. Its base was 1 abojjt thirty foot In diameter, and ft tapered up ffiOfi’fenly feet, where It became seemingly no more tljgn q foot In thckness. Then ft spread out again, and its top was ibit hi the clouds,-.Th waterspout was fovoTvlKg from'rlght'tly iUOflt rapidity and rearing like [ a small Niagara' 'Tho signal cannon of tho America was loaded and run out, ready to flro at tho approaching monster, 1 but tho steamer won the race and ttra spout passed fifteen feet astern of the’ n. k .. 4 I - * 1 motion of the water caused by tITT waterspout as it whirled by the* America lifted the vessel’s stern completely out of water. .j,.

Gave Up the Gold.

A lump or gold was received at the Treasury Department at Washington from Now York and placed to tho credit of the con'clenco fund. Accompanying ilt was a note signal “Honor," which .stated that tho lump of gold had been left In “Honor's" possession for scmo time, but. as he bellewd that the gofid belonged to the Government, he now turned it over to the Treasury. The lump of gold will bo sent to the mint, Its value ajcerti'nod, and “Honor” inlormed through the press of its value.

Negro Murderer Lynched.

Tom Hunter, a negro cmp'oyed by R. L. Burks in the telegraph office at Cumberland Gap, waylaid Burks and killed him. Hunter was captured at Middlesborough, Ky., and returned to Cumberland Gap, when a mob took him and hanged him to a tree and Urod 100 shots ! into his body.

Not a Cent for the Fair.

In tin Arkan as Senate the bill api propriating $25,00 ) for World’s Fair purposes was defeated.

In "A. M [?]r” Key.

A rising artist —the steeple painter. A potato so'-lal Is when tho young folks go to pair. A eox terrier is to called because he ■ never disturbs a fox, but* is rough on rats. I It seems to be the burg'aries and not 1 the burglars that are committed nowadays. A Newaek wig-makar is engaged in writing a novel, which he calls “The | False Heir.” I Dress like a tramp and your friends will overlook you, but a policemen will , look you over. There are men who think loss of seats in the Legislatuie than they do of tho possible receipts. | Deaf mutes may speak with signs, but they don t go around shaking hands with barber poles. Indians are not much disposed to join secret socictioi, although they are fond of establishing lodges. I One may pity the unfortunate from the bottom of the soul, and yet not have even the top of the wallet affected. I Men are drawn and quartered even in this enlightened asre. They are drawn up from tho railroad station and quarti ered at some hotel. Damp sheets are the terror of everybody except the editor, who likes to have a sheet brought damp from the press. | Baron Maubice de Hirsch’b signature to the document by which he i gives $2,500,000 to ameliorate the coni dition of his countrymen in America is ; thus described: “There was a bold start, a wild zigzagging of pen marks : up and down, anti finally a tangle which ■ might be taken to mean anything that suited the fancy of the reader. Yet nobody felt called upon to criticise the penmanship. 1 *