Democratic Sentinel, Volume 15, Number 42, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 November 1891 — Page 3

ROYAL RANGER RALPH;

He Waif of the Western Prairies,

BY WELDON J. COBB.

CHAPTER ll—Con tinned. *1 will defeat the purpose of these wreckers, or will soil my life dearly*" he murmured, grimly. “Caution and vigilance. Darrel Grey, and you may become 4hero in spite of yourself.” He paused as he had proceeded only a >shortdistance down the tracks. Far to the south he heard the dim •echo of advancing sound! like the distant noise of a hnreo’s hoofs on the hard, tfocky road f~at led toward Miner’s •Gulch. “The depot agent,” soliloquized Grey. •“He is returning. Had I better wait and secure his aid? ' Hark!” A sound that thrilled him keenly broke •the stillness of the scene. Far down the canyon echoed She muffled whistle of an engine. “The train is coming!” he cried excitedly. “There is no time to lose." He diverged from the track and struck ■off toward the curve. Through the trees at one point be saw the obstructions on the track and the forms of men near it, and, making a wide detour, reached the tracks farther on. Two shadowy formß dashed past him as he did so, but he noticed that they were horses, and then heedless of the discovery as he realized that the train must soon reach the place, began to run up the ascending roadway of the trestle grade. At that moment a wild shout rang behind him. “Discovered!” he muttered. “If I can reach the trestle crossing the canyon I can defy pursuit.” Half a dozen shots rang out on the still night air, but Darrel Grey sped on his mission of peril undaunted. He reached the level roadway that curved to the trestle and started across it. Half way over the yawning chasm below he paused appalled. A glaring headlight, the advance guard ot the oncoming train, had just turned a point of rocks directly beyond the trestle. It was so sunden, so near, that he was bewildered —horrified. “The lantern!” he gasped, wildly. “Oh, can I signal them before it is too late?” With trembling hands he opened the lantern, groped in his pockets for a match, ignited it, and applied it to the lantern. A steady flame shot upward. He braced himself on the iron girders of the frail trestle, and swung the lantern up and down. Too late! Shrieking notes of warning, the train came thundering over the rails and dashed upon the trestle. It quivered and throbbed to the noisy jangle of iron tones. Durriel Grey saw his own peril and the futility of the warning he had attempted to give at a single glance. ’ Death—awful, sudden, apparently inevitable —stared him in the face. The red eye of flame, lurid, menacing, the glowing headlight of the engine came bearing down upon him. He turned sick at heart; the lantern dropped from his hand, and he fell mechanically as he Imagined he could feel the hot, hissing steam of the approaching iron monster upon his face. The pilot struck the lantern, and tearing it to pieces sent it over the trestle to the abys3 below. Darrel Grey felt it just graze his head. Then lie was swinging in space, his feet dangling, his hands alone grasping a tie. And over his head, thundering on to disaster and death, dashed the midnight express

CHAPTER 111. FLIGHT. Crash! A mingled jangle of sound, terrible and ominous, broke upon the still night air a few moments after the thrilling experience of Darrel Grey at the trestle. If the engineer had seen the signal lantern it had seemed liko a fire-fly on the fast sweeping landscape, or it had been given too late to enable him to stop the train on its mad rush down the steep incline of the depot grade. He had applied the brakes to slow up at the station, but this did not prevent a terrible collision as the engine met the obstruction on the tracks. There was an awful plunge, a shuddering halt, and then, amid the sounds of splintered wood, iron and glass, there echoed the shrieks of the terrified passengers. Dyke Despard’s murderous plans to enrich his associates in crime and carry out his own schemes had been successful. Scarcely had the crash come than these men, cool and expert from long experience in such scenes, surrounded the passenger c oaches. Four of them sprang to the doors of the two coaches, while two others rea hed the baggage-car, and with leveled revolvers held the frightened trainmen at bay. Dyke Despard passed by the injured passengers with scarcely a glance, as he entered the forward coach. Danton was by his side. The former uttered a satisfied cry as he observed a foung girl, pale but i omposed, extricating herself from a broken seat “The girl!” he spoke hurriedly to his companion; “we must get her from the .car at once.” “To the horses?” “Yes. You attend so that ” “But if she refuse?” “Employ force. Quick, while these terrified wretches aro too excited to notice what we are about!” Danton hurried toward the young girl his accomplice bad pointed out She was one of the most beautiful creatures he had ever seen, but neither her beauty nor apparent innocence and loneliness had any effect on the evilhearteu Danton. He crowded close to her, and to where the frightened passengers were hastening toward the door of the coach, and saw her reach the platform and then the ground. , “What has happened? Is any one injured?” she inquired, in a tremulous, silvery tone of voice. • “This way. Miss Tracey. ” Danton had spo :en aud seized her arm as lie gently led her away from the spot. She was too mm h excited at the episode of the moment to notice his familiarity. “You know my name!” she exclaimed. In surprised tones. “Yes; you have friends awaiting you. ” Almost mechanically she followed ;him, until she noticed that they were some distance from the track. “Where are you taking me?” shfe asked, in a tone of sudden alarm. “To some friends, I told you, Miss jTracey. ” i “Where are they—who are you? Igo ,jno farther unless I know.” ; “We will wait here. The accident has [made some confusion. Ha! there is ''trouble, it seems.” ! Just then several shots were fired ib ijthe vicinity of the train.

They * resistance on the part of the tratotoa. n ’- . , , . \ Danton glanced xiously toward the train, and then at * K Y^ere their horses were tetbfc* " B< *» as 1 * * m P a * tient to away. \ *, - The sounds of firing fnev, eascd ,n the neighborhood of the train, . fl _. Then a man’s figure catffl#v y ? ward the spot. Danton 0 meet it

“Despard?” he called. “Yes.” “Our men!” “The trainmen have resisted, we are beaten badly. There is no timtfW lose; to the horsos!" “And the girl?” “We must get her away at once. ” “Despard! You here?" Unawares the girl had come upon them. They could see her shrink in amazement and alarm, as she viewed the evil face of the leader of the band. He uttered a cry of dissatisfaction and annoyance at the incident “Yes,” he said; “it is I.” “You are the friend who sent yonder man to me?" demanded Inez Tracey. “Yes. You are not safe here. You must go with me. ” “Never!” Inez drew back with indignant face and flashing eyes. Despard abandoned all gentleness of manner, as he realized the peril of delay. He sprang forward and clutched her wrist in an iron grasp. “Girl,” he hissed, “there need be no deception between you and me!” “Coward! release my hand. I will call for help. I wish to return to the train.” “Bring the horses, quick!” commanded Despard to Danton. Inez Tracey struggled vainly in the powerful grasp of tins outlaw. “You are in my power at last,” he hissed. “I told you we should meet again when you last rejected me with scorn. To secure you, Inez Tracey, we wrecked yonder train. ” “Assassin! Villain!” “You will come with me whether you choose or not. Quick, Danton!" he shouted excitedly to his companion, as the firing was repeated in the vicinity of the train. “You coward, take that!” As Inez Tracey uttered a loud cry for help a form sprang from the thicket Dyke Despara released his grasp of the girl and turned to meet a new foa. It was Darrel Grey. He had managed to retain his hold on the tie to which he had fallen on the trestle, and the train had passed over him, leaving him unharmed. Hastening towards the scene of the accident, he happened to come to the very spot where Inez Tracey was struggling in the grasp of Dyke Darrel. The outlaw's words revealed his complicity in tho crime of train-wrecking, and the fact that a helpless girl was in his power awakened all the chivalry of Darrel Grey’s generous nature. It was he who, acting on a quick impulse, had stepped forward, and with a single blow of his fist sent Despard reeling to tho ground. Inez, horrified and bewildered at all the fast-occurring episodes of the night, had sought safety in immediate flight. She had started to hurry baeje to the train when she saw that a desperate encounter between the wreckers and the trainmen was in progress, and darted off in an opposite direction. Danton observed her flight. He sprang from the thicket where tho horses were to intercept her. Darrel Grey did not wait to meet the baffled Despard, but as he discovered the girl’s dilemma, dashed after her. He caught Danton by the throat and fipng him to the ground. Inez recognized him as a protector. “Quick!” she said, wildly; “let us fly!” “Why should we fly? Do not be alarmed; these men shall not injure you. ” “You do not know,” cried Inez, excitedly; “these men have associates. See! They will pursue us. Do not put yourself in peril for my sake.” He heeded her frantic pleadings and allowed her to lead him beyond the thicket. Two shots fired by Despard caused him to hasten his flight for the imperiled girl’s sake. He started as he hoard a quick, shrill whistle. Undoubtedly it was a signal from Despard to his band. They crossed the thicket and gained the open plain beyond. Darrel Grey was a rapid thinker and acted quite as rapidly. There was no safety guaranteed at the depot, for the bandits might go thither. They could not regain the train without meeting the outlaws. Dyke Despard seemed determined to secure the girl at all hazards. Only in immediate and rapid flight was there safety. Glancing back, Darrel saw Despard and Danton securing horses to pursue them. The girl had kept close to his side, and kept urging him to hasten his flight. Darrel paused as he saw, plainly revealed in the moonligbt, the two horses which belonged to Banger Ralph. Despard’s man Vance had cut them loose, and neither had saddle or bridle. From tho neck of one of them, however, a long lariat trailed on the ground. Darrel stole cautiously forward. The horses, mettled steeds and easily startled, sprang away. Darrel Grey seized the trailing lariat in time to prevent one of the horses from escaping. He brought the animal to its haunches, and then, reaching for its mane, sprang upon its back. “Follow me! Keep close to me!” he shouted excitedly to the girl. Darrel Grey was an expert horseman. As the steed beneath him dashed forward he unloosed the lariat. Quckly forming a loop he urged forward the horse until it nearly overtook the free steed. Then ho flung the lasso with unerring accuracy. It fell over the hoad of the flying horse. Both came to a halt and stood trembling in every limb, owning tacitly, mutely, the supremacy of a master. Inez had watched these maneuvers with mingled admiration and suspense.” “Can you ride on horseback?” asked Darrel quickly as she gained his side. “Oh, yes.” “There is no saddle.” “I have ridden ten miles on an Indian pony, horseback,” replied Inez. Darrel cut the lasso so as to form two bridles. Inez Tracey had been too long in the West and was too familiar with its nomadic life to require any prompting as to what was required of her in the present emergency. Lithe as a fawn she seized the horse’s mane and was on its back in a flash. Darrel had arranged the lariat so that it he’d both horses together in case Inez should lose control of the steed she rode, “Look!” The young girl pointed backward as she spoice. Darrel flashed a swift glance in the direction. A pistol-shot whizzed over his head as the horses started. “They are in pursuit,” he said; “four of them. It is a race for liberty. Courage, miss, and Darrel Grey will see you safely in the hands of your friends, or die in your service. ” And then, across the broad level plain, began the exciting race between Dyke Despard with his villainous associates and Darrel Grey and his beautiful companion, which was destined to terminate in a startling and tragic manner. For, involved in the renegade’s interest in Inez Tracey, was a plot that menaced the future happiness, fortune, and love of that orphan waif of the Western prairies, fro *m continued. |

THE WAY THINGS RUN

IN THE GREATEST OF GREAT STATES, INDIANA. Things Which Have Lately Happened Within Its Borders—Some Pleasant and Some Sad Heading.

A Man’s Heroic Efforts tc Save His . Horses Will Cost Ills Lite. i r ? ' rc occurred fourtoen miles above E yah sville, iu which John Lennert, one pf i.ho j.'iost prosperous farmers of Warrk'k Coun.'v, lost his dwelling and all outjHil/dings an-i contents, besides sustaining ,'njuries wMch will end in his death. l r p«>M his arising he found his barn m flames. . a| >d running out attempted to save' tbe .horses. Going into the barn he unfastened the animals, but on turning to ieay® »nd himself surrounded by flames. His N v' lnl ? chaucc was to rush through the flrt, which he did and was terribly tsimd about tho head, neck and arms. Alter a ottin & out of tho wa V of the burning: bane v lO to the ground unconscious. He- Is rs, sorted in a serious condition, and hris ph. v ?* e ' ail does not think he can recover. K 0 * las lost tho sight in both hfe eyes fiw the effects of the flames. The foss fe estimated at 510,000; no insurance.

Minor Stetx Items. Jamestown wtl® drill for gas agalvThe postoffice'at Delta has been <L' S ‘ continued. A camp of the P. O'. Sv of. A. will be instituted at Darlington, The Rockville City Council has passed a saloon-screen ordinance; Princeton has a new ftre-beilv and ft is rung on tho slightest provocation. Rebecca L. McGlade,. aged 70 years, died suddenly of heart disease at Vienna. The injury which John Walda. of Lafayette, received in falling from a chimney, has resulted; to paralysis. Fire Chief Merker, of New Albany,. has recovered from the supposedly fatal burns received at a fire some time ago, Jesse STeoner, who separated from his wife and was living near Piercuton, committed suicide by cutting his throat. An insane woman can be seer, every day sitting on the court house stops at Evansville. • She says she is waiting to see a man hung. League Park at Fort Wayne is being made into a skating rink. The only thing needed now is for Mr. Frost to put on the finishing touches. William Wehl, C. & I. C. orakeman, was completely cut in two by the cars at Rob Roy, having fallen from the top of a freight train. Jitdge Mack, Terre Haute, is suing the Spencer Optical Company of New York. Ho claims they are infringing on a patent opera-glass of his. Joseph Lewis, while unloading timber on the railroad near Montpelier, was fatally hurt bv his horses running away, tho wagon running over him. Red foxes are so bold around Seymour that they enter the town and rob henroosts. One was killed that measured forty-two inches from tip to tip. Thirteen-year-old Martin Peterson, of Elkhart, had both arras cutoff above the elbows, while jumping from a Lake Shore and Michigan Southern train. He will probably live. A barn belonging to Robert Hungate, of Lewis Township, Clay County, was burned. All the contents of the barn and a fine horse were consumed. Loss, 5700; no insurance. Burglabß entered the postoffice at Xenia, twelve miles west of Marion, and blew open the sate, but were frightened away before obtaining anything of value. The safe was ruined. The large barn of Frederick Reutzel, together with two stables belonging to other Peru citizens, burned. A fine horse belonging to William Rodeclar perished. The loss will reath 51,000; no insurance.

A 16-year-old son of Daniel Smith, of Alamo, Montgomery County, by the accidental discharge of a shotgun, had his lower lip and the roof of his mouth destroyed, the load lodging back of his nose. He may recover if inflammation does not set in. Some two months ago Thomas Hopkins, of Evansville, was bitten through the hand by a rat, and little attention was paid to tho injury until it had become thoroughly inflamed. Nothing then could be done, blood-poisoning set in and his death followed. An unsuccessful attempt was made to blow up the dam at Tioga, one mile south of Monticello. Dynamite was used, and large timbers were blown 700 feet The dam belongs to Bradner, Smith & Co., paper-makers, of Chicago, and the mill property adjacent has beeu idle for some time. The supposition is that it was done by parties away up the river, who claim that the fish cannot get up. Mr. E. Horn, a jeweler of Evansville, Was robbed of a tray of fine gold watches and several diamond rings. The thief called and asked to be shown some watches. After a careful examination of the timepieces he took his departure, saying he would return to make a purchase in the evening. According to promise he called and was looking uc the tray of watches, which also contained several diamond rings, and while Mr. Horn was waiting upon a customer in the other end of the store the stranger deliberately picked up the tray of watches and diamonds and disappeared.

Ex-Auditor James C. Laveli.e and his accomplice, Burr Hawes, who are charged with assisting in the burning of the Court House, at Washington, appeared in court and asked that their arson case be taken from the county on a change of venue. They allege that public sentiment is so strong against them that it will be impossible to get a fair hearing. The case was accordingly venued to Pike County, and it will bo tried the second week in November. The work of investigation of Lavelle’s books is new in progress, but the results are secretly kept by the experts. Otto Bechtel. Laporte, pulled his gun out of the buggy, muzzle toward him. It was discharged and Bechtel would have been killed bad not a pack of cards to his pocket received the shot. W. M. Bbenton, a popular young newspaper man, late of the Peru Evening Journal, has purchased of Isaac T. Brown, a one-half interest in the Columbus Evening Republican, for 5500. Tbe paper was established by Isaac T. Brown twenty years ago, and iie bas conducted it ever since. It is tbe intention of the new owners to enlarge and otherwise improve the paper, the plant being one of the best in the State. Isaac Lucas, while loading his revolver, accidentally discharged it, the ball plowing its way through his left leg. It will leave him a cripple for lile. Patents have been granted Hoosier inventors as follows: Charles N. Cooke, of Wheatland, railway car; Franklin C. Fry, of Richmond, roll grinding-machine; Pefer M. Fudge, automatic gate; William B. Henning, of Waterloo, fire escape; Horace Hogendoubler, of Winchester, cigar moistening device; William B. Llghty, of Monticello, needle-threader; John F. Mains, assignor of three-fourths to B. Carr, H. M. LaFollctte and E. I. Robison, ot Indianapolis, fuel-gas-burner; David Stutsman, of Ligonier, submerged heater.

Chesterton and Wheeler have scarlet fever and diphtheria. Burglabß are raiding tho country stores in Scott County. The sum of 51,700 has been raisod to bore for natural gas at Jamestown. Richard Reinard, while hunting near Kokomo, accidentally shot off his left foot. The jail and poor farm are reported as being iu first class condition at Goshen. Thomas Adams, a wealthy ,3 rain dealer of Princeton, died very suddefllf in Chicago. Skeletons have been taken from a mound on tho farm of P. P. HUiderlider, near Medora.

Maury Stogsdill.h farmer living near Spencer, has lost this fall sixty head of hogs by cholera. The screen door law has gone into effect at Logansport. Everybody can see who drinks now. Allen Hatcher was caught in a bolt, at a saw-mill near Princeton, and was frightfully mangled. It is announced from New Albany that tho letter-boxes there are to be painted a vermillion red. Isaac Goss fell off the depot platform in front of a locomotive at Bunker Hill and his left leg was cut off. Burglars carried away 5300 worth of silk haudkorchlefs from Frances M. Smaltz’s storo at Fort Wayne.

George Lutz, aged 76, was run over by* a wagon in tho street at, Princeton, and so badly injured he may dio. Charles Ryde, gathering walnuts nt ar Peru, fell from a tree, and both arm. << Were snapped at the wrists. BifL’GUAKs entered the postofflee at at Crotiterviile by breaking to the front door, and carried of 520 worth of stamps. A large number of dead bogs were found in Jeffersonville alleys and streets, supposed to have died from tbe hog cholera. The general store of Thomas Ungbbanks at Austin, near Scottsburg, was burglarized of a quantity of clothing, shoes and cigars. Two L. E. &W. trains, a passenger and a freight, collided at Fisher’s. No' • one hurt but considerable damage wa» done to the ears. Owners of the Wabash canal near Logansport arc fighting tho Chicago gaspipo line. They won’t allow the pipes togo across the canal. At Matinsville Jack Payne's 4-ycar-old daughter was playing with when its clothing was set on fire; and the' little one was burnod to death. Joseph Mulabor, living near Goshen, shot and killed William Jacobs. Themen had been drinking hard cider and quarreled about Mulador’s wife. The dead body of Edward Williams was found 1 on tho railroad tracks, near Marion. He had fallen asleep on the tracks the night before, and was cut to pieces.

Amos Leap, who was burned 1 by a natural gas explosion some time ago, near Lebanon, has been given 56,000 damages from a jury against the Lebanon Natural Gas Company. Mbs. Gertrude Cole filed an action for 55,000 against Valparaiso for Inlurles received from a defective sidewalk. This makes 520,000 in suits now pending against the' town. A Vigo County jury has given Mrs. Jane Krapf a verdict for $5,000 against the Evansville and Terre Haute Railway Company, growing out of the killing of her husband in a collision. The old vets and their sons have given it out solid that the American flag must be allowed to float over Clark Township school near Crawfordsville, or the war will bo fought over again right there. Mrs. Mollie Townsend, Harry Townsend, Albert Russell, Buck Milton and Charles Harlow, arrested at Tipton on a charge of plundering and then burning sevoral buildings, have been bound over to court. The White Caps of Lawrence County are alarmed over the fact that a number of mysterious summonses have been issued by the Indianapolis grand jury for prominent citizens at Mitchell ana Bloomington to appear and testify. Frank Melton, of Romney, ordered a barrel ol coal oil, but gasoline was shipped to him and a quantity was retailed to patrons before the error Was discovered. John Westfall filled his tamps and he used a portion to start a fire to his stove, both contributing to a general wreck. It Is reported that furnaces 2 and 4 of the window-glass department of the DePauw glass-works will not “blow ia” before January 1, the reason assigned being the low price and small demand for glass. Furnace No. 3 has been to operation since October 15, and the plate department of the works Is being operated to its fullest capacity. A special from Seymour, savs: The other night, George Mattlock, aged 60 years, an honest farmer residing in the northwestern part of the county, was taken from his bed toy a mob of men and conducted to a spot away from his house and whipped in a shameful manner tilt his face and arms were badly lacerated. The parties, he says, went to his house and stole about 5700 in money. Next afternoon he went to Brqwnstown and had warrants Issued for seven persons whom ho recognized as among the guilty parties. Interesting times are expected there soon. There was a narrow escape from a serious casualty at De Pauw University, Greencastle. A local artist had erected a platform in front of the cast building, and some three or four hundred students had mounted it preparatory to having a photograph taken of the gronp. Everything was in readiness, when the structure collapsed, precipitating the merry throng to the ground, amid a scene of indescribable terror and confusion. Fortunately, no one was killed, but several of the students received severe cuts and bruises, and all were more or less shaken up by the falL The wonder is that the mishap was not productive of an appalling list of casualties. Joseph Lewis, from near Camden, was unloading timber when his horses bebecaroo frightened, throwing him to tbe gronnd. The horses trampled him, causing a severe concussion of the spine and injuring him internally. The World's Fair Commissioners have adopted tbe Anderson eathi dral-works glass for all tho offices of the exposition, and it will also be used in inclosing the art building, the most elegantly planned building, perhaps, that will bo erected in Jackson Park. The glass to be furnished will amount to 115,000 feet, and will require ten large-sized cars to transport it from Anderson to Chicago. An accident occurred at tbe Union reducing station of tho Muncie Natural Gas Company, which resulted to the serious injury of Edward Colvin, the young man in charge, and badly damaged the building. At a point near where the large twelve-inch pipe feeds the big register a small leak was being mended. The concussion caused a terrific explosion thatdrove one piece of the large pipe in the stone wall, blew out alt the windows, raised the roof, and knocked Colvin senseless, with a bad gash in hfs head. The output of the eight monster gas wells feeds tbe pipe, and with the least fire iu the vicinity the result would have been something terrible.

LITTLE BOYS AND GIRLS.

THIS IS THEIR DEPARTMENT OF THE PAPER. Quaint Savings and Doings or Tattle Ones Gathered ah 1 1 rlutad tiers tur fmier hlttle Folfcs to Keadj YF]' r toyv Ware. <sn (rrftndmaii.'ij.'ft's table is walling for me A plato with gingerbread piled, itfond and milk, ants perries and cream, And the mug marked: “For a good child." Ard 1 cut tny supper, and yroqdor where That tfQtlfwfliri laud may* he. Where the sky white and tiuNßarth U blue '1 hat on my plaid I see. “Grandma, you know ’most oj’Cfylliing— Tell me the story or it all; Do the long-tailed birds know how to slngf Did a princess live in that castle small? The princess' hair in a fairy tale Is generally gold, but this Is blue: llow does the boat go without any sail? Toll me the story,-grandmamma, do.”

So she tells mo the legend, centuries old. Of the mandarin, rich In lands and gold; Of Li-chl fair and Chang the gtod. Who loved each other as lovers should; llow they hid in the gardener's hut awhile; Theu fled away to the Beautiful Isle: Though the cruel father pursued them there, And would have killed the hapless pair; But a kindly Power, hy pity stirred, Changed each Into a beautiful bird. Grandmamma puts her spectacles on. And shows me on the plate The mandarin's bouse, the' island home. The f>ba'f, the brtd'ge, the 1 gate. “Hero Is the irrange tree where they talked'— Hero they ale running away— And over all at the top you l sew The birds makhyg love alway." And the odd little* figures seem to live— Strange fancies fill my beud, Till grandmamma Wrtlir me, much two soon, It’s time to go to 6*d. Bert I dream of a land all blue and l White. 1 »oo the Hovers take tllwtr flight; Over the arching bridge'they go— One of tb» lover birds Him be low— From the lltrile l ouse wlbS the turnod up edgesCome tiny lomis and ludlos-snd pagos; And the bed’.lent turns to a Willow tree, And at last 1 Mem myself to be An azure lassie* wandering through That boautlfubqueer little laud of blue. —Ludovlcko.

A Game Without a Name.

Here is it new game for you. It can be played only in a family where there are several children and some grown-up person who knew all the children when they were little. This person may be the mother. If 1 she is busy an aunt will do very well.' This is the way the game was "played in one family. An aunt and live children played' it. The aunt was called Aunt Addie. Tho names of the children were Minnie, Alice, Jimmie, Bobby and- Archie. The aunt sat by the window and' embroidered while she played, and the children stood in a row-before hen “One of you,” said- Aunt Addle, “when you were a baby, used to 'Cry when- you heard slow, sad tunes like the ‘Old Hundred’ and' ‘Old Dog Tray..’ When we sang somethinglively, like ‘Captain Jinks,’ you would laugh. Now, which one was it?” “Bobby,” shouted two children) “that’s the kind he likes now.” “That was an easy one,” said tlie aunt; “here is another; One of you hated to wear hats. You would cry whenever one was put on, ami after; you had ridden a little way in your carriage you would pull It off 1 and throw it away. The nurse would pick it up when she saw It, but sometimes she did not see it, and several hats and caps were lost. Which of you was it?” “Jimmy’s always losing his things,” said Minnie. “I guess it was Jimmy." “No,” said the aunt; “it is your turn for the other guess, Jimmy. Only twQgucsset each time.” “It was Minnie,” said Jimmy. “No,” said Aunt Addie; “Now here is another. There was one of you—only one-—who was always good and only cried when he felt sick.” “Archie,” guessed all the children at once. And they were right. These children and the aunt played a long time that day, but I have told you enough to show you how. Try It and see If you can think of a name for the new game.

Porpo'sen. * The gregarious porpoise, or Phociena communis, is one of the most jolly and careless fishes in the sea. He is hardly ever found alone, but delights to join great roaming parties, and scour the fishing coasts, running into all the coves and bays along the route and sometimes entering the mouths of tidal rivers, in pursuit of other fishes. But even when a great herd of porpoises is In pursuit of a “school” of capelan, herring, tomcod, sea trout, or other, fish, it will stop Its march to play. The gregarious porpoise Is known by various names along the coast of Labrador, Newfoundland, the maritime provinces of Canada and New England. The best known, of these names are puffing-pigs, herring hogs, sea hogs, and round-heads. The nor poise is from four to six feet long, with a thick round body, and black, shining, hairless skin. When he is above water for some time, with the hot sun shining upon him, his bare hide fairly glistens with oil, and if you pass to leeward of him in a boat you catch his strong oily smell. Like the whale, he is obliged to rise to the surface regularly to breathe,, and he sends his breath through a blow-hole situated on the top of his head. When breathing through this curious funnel he makes a puffing, labored sort of noise, which accounts for one of his names. If you should, see him alone on a fine day in some little oove, he would look exactly like a big black pot, turned bottom up, bobbing up and down. He has from forty to fifty teeth, a wide mouth, and an astonishing stomach. But he has the smallest ear to be found, I suppose, on any beast of his size. It is no bigger than a pinhole, and is placed just about an inch behind his eye. But small as it is, no fish that swims the sea has sharper hearing, and none will more quickly take the alarm at the slightest touch.—Harper’s Young People. Our Nutting Party. . It was a crisp morning. The sun was shining brightly as we started on our nutting expedition. Our party consisted of my brother Ted, his , friend Bob White (the two were inseparable companions and had been nicknamed Damon and Pythias,) Daisy and Boss Jones, Polly White and myself. The rattle of the spring wagon and

the chuckle of Frisby; our faithful servant and driver, helped to make the party merrier than grigs, and the trip was made with much hilarity and many jokes. How happy' all - nature seemedt" The birds chirped in the trees, t.he little brown squirrel who sat on t&g log chattering to hlm§eij looked fit us curiously, and t-hon scampered away wliCtt wo got too close, After going up and down hill several times, passing a descried satt-El!! and several farm-houses, we arrived at our de£ ttrtaiion and found to our delight that tile chestnut burrs had been opeued by the frost or Ul6 hlgiij hefoie. Frisby and the boys secured the horseft, Sod then climbed the chestnut trees, and shook the brown beauties down on onr heads. With cries of delight we scrambled for them, each one trying to get her basket tilled first.

When we had gathered nuts until ire were tired, the boys went for milk to a neighboring farm-house, while we girls spread the lunch. The work In the open air had made us hungry, and all did ample justice to the meal. Sandwiches, cake, pie, and apples disappeared as if by magic. The boys then started to search for shellbarks. After a while we heard shouting for us to crane on, for they had found bushels on the trees. So we started with our baskets and on tho way encountered a cow, which was a little frisky and scared several of the girls, but did us no harm. When we arrived at the trees we did not find busheis, but all we wanted. We gathered uastll we were tired, after which we had a gamo of hide and seek, “to rest upy" as one of the boys cheerfully remarked. It warn- hard to start) for home;- bat we had' t»do it. On the way one of the girte sug-gested't-liiiij we should 1 sing, and Fred 1 lifted llis- voice in “Annie Rooney.” ,Polly quiettjtf handed him a chestnut, and the singing instantly ceased. After riding in silence for some distance we all united our voices-in singing “Home, Sweet Home," as we drove down the mountain Into the volley and saw the lights twinkling iu

the different houses. We wero a tired bat jolly crowd, I can assure you. This winter, as we sit around the fire eating our nuts, we will recall with pleasure “Our Nutting Party." Eddjio came walking in one morning with a very solemn face and a large rent in his little kilt skirt, and, sidling up to his mother, he asked, “Mamma, will you please glue my dress together?”

The Reaching Voice.

When people speak of a. “good voice" they very often mean mean a loud voice, .but a loud voice Is not a good voice at all, either in music or anything else. For instance, a loud voice is seldom a distant voice. You often hear, critics speak of “a low musical voice.” That kind of voice is usually very clear and distinct. Anything that is genuinely musical always has volume. Stand across the street and listen to two voices, one powerful and harsh, the other low and musical; Then turn the corner and listen again, and you will observe that you can hear plainly each articulation of the musical voice, whereas the powerful, harsh voice will give a confused buzz or murmur. But when you.are near, the musical voice may have been drowned by the harsh, roaring voice. At sea tho long, rhythmical songlike cry of the lookout will reach ever so much farther than the hoarse, abrubt roar of the man who gives orders to the deck. But on thedeck itself the hoarse shout may completely swallow up tho musical cry. So among hucksters—the voice that has tho music in it will be plain and will sound blocks farther than the mere roar of the ragged-throat vender.

Life In South Africa.

A clergyman's wife now in the Transvaal writes this: “It seems strange to think of what is going on in this bustling city of 40,000 people (Johannesburg), where five years ago were only a few scattered farm.houses. To-night there are fourteen prayermeetings in various churches, five or six missionary meetings, a Congregational bazaars, a grand temperance rally, Lenten services in the High Church and' Catholic Cathedral, a. skating rink entertainment at which one of the novelties will be a race between native boys who. never put on skaXes before, a rendering of Passion music in Music Hall, the Jubilee Singers’ concert 1 and many theatriaal performances.”

The Old Pawnee Bock.

Pawnee Rock, in, Barton County, Kansas, has long been a familiar landmark on the old Santa Fe trail. It is an Immense pile of sandstone about which the Pawnee Indians used to gather, and. at which, LC tradition be true, they made their last stand against the .advance of the pioneer white men, giving way at the end of a bloody battle. A great deal of sentimental interest has been attached to the rock, but it will soon be only a memory, for its thrifty owner has sold it to the quarryman, and it is being removed as fast as the blasts can shatter it.

Lightning Calculator.

The earth is gradually growing larger from the fall of meteoric matter. An astronomer estimates that the globe is annually being pelted with 143,000,000 projectiles. The man who lectures on the benefits of physical exercise takes the elevate when ha might climb one flight of ataira.

LETTER CARRIERS IN INDIA.

In the hill country on the border of Rurmah, India, annexed not many years since by England, the mail is •'carried on tho hacks of sturdy pedestrian coplles, usually of the Chin tribes. In settled districts, free from ✓

BURMESE LETTER CARRIERS.

ivildi marauding folk, no police or military escort so .needful, and tho (lag carried by the leader of the party commands sufficient respect. The letters and newspapers) so acceptable to man/English offlkers at lonely stations, are packed in baskets*- forming a moderate load for each 1 mom The carriers plod on silently from rawr group of huts to another, discharging [vart of their burdons as-they proceed!. The Horae that Dal cl MU* TOlll Many of tho older residents of this* wet ion remember the late DnJhhm Warner, of New Milford, and will appreciate tills little story. WhenDlv Warner was a student at Yale housed to come home Saturday l nights and return to New Haven Mondays* Thuds was before the days of railways?. md l as stage-coaches did nofci leaveNow Milford Monday mornings for New Haven young Warrior used tomount his father’s horse and ride to* Yulo on horseback. Thero were several toll-gates on the route, and at each Warner would pay the returntoll for Iris horse. Arriving at Yule* lie would affix to tho bridlo a card bearing these wordy: “Please netstop till* horse." The sagacious animal would jog along homeward, Invariably reaching his stall at New Milford- all right. Tho toll-takers-got to know tho horse und ho wasnever Interrupted. Fridays the horse would be started alone to New Haven, with a small pouch attached to hissaddle, In which was the exact change for the tolls, Each toll-taker would take his toll and tho horse would trot along, reaching Yale in the evenings. This practice was kept up until the young doctor was graduated—Dunbury (Conn.) News.

Beaten Only by Methuselah.

Ilenry Jenkins, of Bolton, Lancashire, England, lived to be 109 years old. Mrs.- Anna Savllle, a writer of Jenkins’ time, has the following in her account of him: “I questioned lit in about, Iris age. He said he was 102 or 163. I asked him what public event ho ooold longest remember. Ho said tho- battle of Flodden Field, when Henry VIII. was King. He said he was then between 10 and 12 years of age,, and was sent to Northallerton with a horse-load of arrows, but that a biggor boy was sent to tho army with him.” All this agrees with tho history, of that time, bows and arrows being then in use. The battle of Flodden, Field was fought Sept. 9, 1513, and Henry Jenkins was then a boy botwoeni 10 and 12 years of age, died Dec. o*. 1609, so that ho must have lived at least 169 years, sixteen year longer than old Parr, who was born in Shropshire in 1483, and died in 1035. If this account of the,age of Jenkins 1» reliable, he lived longer than any otiber man in the known world, except Methuselah, concerning whose ago there has been much dispute.

Wanted His Rights.

Some years ago, a wealthy manufacturer in the West, employing nearly a thousand hands, 1 established &- “model” city, thus giving the Workmen and their families many comforts and luxuries that they could npt* have attained unaided. Of course, there were regulations to govern the model city, which as a rule wereoheerfully observed. There were fault-finders, however* and, especially a new-comcr named' Bascomh. Among the rules was oneforbidding the burning of soft coal,, on, account of. the odor and smoke, and Bascomb objected strongly. “My goodness!” remonstrated, tu friend,. “I don’t see what you aregrowling about. Wc get .hard coal at. cost, and as one ton goes as far as. two of the other, you ain't: out oP pocket. * “Tain’t right to forbid it,“ asserted! Bascomb. “See here," demanded his- friend, “do yon really want to burn .that nastystuffi*" “Ne, I don’t wanter,“ replied BaecomA “but I wanter ha,va the right, in case I wanter.”

A Noble Girl.

A graceful incident occurred tb» other day at the commencement of the girls’ high school in Brooklyn. Among the graduates was- a colored girl, who had made- an honorable record in her studies and bad passed the examination successfully. When the time came for the distribution of the diplomas, the- young women, marched to the platform, as usual in. couples, each choosing some favored companion. Tho colored student arose with the rest and looked timidly about, expecting to have to cross the room alone* but Miss Holden, tho most popular girl in the class, holding the position of its president, stepped to her side and accompanied her to the platform. Such an act of considerate kindness stamps Miss Holden as a woman of noble heart, and of courage also, for it needed some heroism to do what she did. The career of such a girl may be looked forward to aa promising ex* ecllent things.—New York letter,