Democratic Sentinel, Volume 16, Number 16, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 May 1892 — Page 3

HEARTS OF GOLD OR THE HEIRESS OF MAOLE LEAF FAEM

CHAPTER 1. WHITE VIOLETS.

Maple Leaf Farm lay bathed in the golden sunlight of a rare autumnal day. They had named the place well those sturdy old Forsythes who, for three generations, had drawn from its soil the rich fruits of an inexhaustible fertility, redeeming the broad acres from the wilderness, and building and improving until the square mileof field, timber and brookside resembled some notable English grange. Where the many gablgd house stood, the thrifty maples shut it in to a nest< floored with golden-hued fallen leaves, and fanned by crimson beauties still pendent to the mothej stem, flaunting their gay tlntings like vart-Colcred banners. It was now, when the glories of the harvest still lingered, when each field looked like some swept lawn, and the barn groaned with golden store, and nature, man and beast seemed resting fu* a later battle with winter and storm, that Maple Leaf Farm looked its best, and it was now that stalwart, iron-knit John Elliott, gazing across the fenced-, in paradise of his hopes and ambitions, thrilled proudly. Ten years agono he had brought his motherless child, Ruth, to the farm, to be welcomed by old Geoffrey Forsythe, his dead wife’s bachelor brother. “I wrote for you," the ead-faced recluse had said, “because the farm was going to ruin, and you have the vigor and the ambition to redeem it. I am failing daily. I give you the use of the place as virtual owner while y u live. After that”—and he gazed affeeil nately at golden-haired little Ruth—“she shall be my hpiress, and her husband shall carry on the work you begin.” And then Geoffrey Forsythe had kissed the wonder-eyed child who so resembled his dead sister, had retired to the gloomy etone residence he owned in the village •of Ridgeton, a mile distant, and dropped out of their lives as fully as though he had gone to foreign parts. A recluse, an invalid, once a year ho came to thh farm, once a month Ruth visited him in the hermitage, where ho se<smed to dwell only to brood over a broken past. They told of a love episode in his career that had left him in its wake only heart-wreck and sorrow. She had jilted him, but he could not recognize the coquette in the fair being who seemed an angel to his blinded, longing gaze. She had wedded another. They had both died, leaving a son, Ralph, and when John-Elliott came to the farm old Geoffrey had said to him: • “I make but one restriction to your exclusive control of everything. A sense of duty impels me to keep her boy out of the poorhouse. You are to take Ralph, make a man of him, and some ■day, may be, he and Ruth ” Glim John Elliott understood, and Ralph had become a member of his family, to all eyes, except the blind ones of Geoffrey Forsythe and John Elliott, developing traits of secrecy, cunning and that carried out the defective training of a deceitful mother and a reckless, unprincipled sire. Since then the years had gone on, each one adding to the beauty and value of Maple Leaf Farm, and John Elliott might well experience a flush of joy as he surveyed his goodly heritage that bright, glowing afternoon. “It took time to get the hang of things,” he murmured, with self-gratula-tion, “but I managed it. There isn’t a farm in a day’s journey that equals this. The last year has mended every broken fence, propped up every crooked barn, and the profits—l shall be rich before I die, very rich!” Farmer John spoke truly. The last year had been a golden one indeed. In his stubborn pride he took all the credit for it, but his was not the hand that had wrought the change. He half guessed it, as a tall, manly fellow of about twenty-five Came from one of the granaries. “Mr. Elliott, the wagons will be here for the wheat to-morrow,” he remarked. “Very well, you can attend to it. And, say, Dalton, we had better cast up accounts to-night.” The young man bowed with a dignity that told of a past career considerably above the level of farm culture. Farmer John turned and watched him with a calculating eye as he strolled toward the road. “I can’t make him out,” he muttered. “I never could. I never will. He came here, quiet and gentlemanly, a year ago, and asked for work—no friends, no references. He thrashed like a bound hand, but I’ll wager he never saw a flail before. Then I put him in charge of the men. Then he began to help me out with my accounts, and he’s been a jewel, earning double his wages, saving me four times as much, and always the quiet, gentlemanly, unassuming fellow —Great Goshen! it never struck me before. But suppose it is him him that’s at the bottom of the new mischief I’ve scented!” Farmer John brought his sinewy fist down on the fence till it quivered, under the force of a new and overwhelming idea. Black as a thundercloud grew his broad, bronzed face, so lately wreathed with smiles of satisfaction. “Some one is at the bottom of it. Some one’s robbing me systematically. It can’t be him, but—who knows? He’s a stranger; he knows where the keys are, and—l’ll watch!” Muttering, black-browed, the farmer took his way slowly towards the house. The* sun had gone under a hazy cloud, the first forerunner of damp weather. Nature was in sympathy with the dark shadows that the impression of a wilful suspicion was about to cast about the peaceful home. Paul Dalton, the young superintendent, all unconscious of the web with iron warp and woof of steel that fate had just begun to weave for him, walked on till he reached the grove of maples lining the road. Farmer John adjudged him a mystery, and Farmer John was right. One glance at his expressive face, intelligent eyes, expansive brow, daintily shaped hands, told that he had not always been a tiller of the soil. Something in the half-veiled eyes

BY GENEVIEVE ULMER.

spoke of a hidden past, of ambition ! thwarted, of a soul bound to iron-like, ; uncompromising duty for the sake of j others. Something, Joo, just then awoke the ’ sentimental in the heart of the inexplicable mystery of Maple Leaf Farm that would have made hard, practical Farmer John stare in wonder, had he i been there. Whistling softly to himself, Paul Dalton, glancing down, saw some tiny flowers growing at his feet. He leaned over and picked two of them. They were violets, late stayers, sheltered by the protecting hedge and nourished by the rich damp soil around them. “White violets,” he murmured with a bright smile, “the first I have ever seen, though, from the dairymaids’ talk, they are common enough to the faithful lover. Little of that for me,” he sighed grimly, “but what superstition shall I fit to them. “Cross the stile with violets white, Your love shall pass that way ere night I’ll pave the way for some loyal swain. Here goes.” » He smiled dreamily, the poet’s reverie in his fine eyes, as he bound the two pretty flowers with a thread of grass and caught the brittle stems against a splinter in the slanting rail. Then, more serious, as some duty of labor was suggested Jo his mind by observing the workmen idling about a hay-mow, he crossed the field. Half way thither, turning he saw Ruth Elliott passing the spot he had just left, a book in her hand, her steps directed toward the grove. A faint glow came into his cheeks. Perhaj s he thought of the violets, and the superstition his ready mind had associated with them. At all events, he thought of the pretty, wild-rose face, and the trim, dainty form, for his eyes grew somber, and he directed the men at their work in a preoccupied, mechanical way. Some fascination of destiny came into his cheerless life as, at liberty again, he’ wended his way toward the grove where Ruth had disappeared. His heart gave a quicker bound as he caught sight of her pretty blue dress through the shrubbery. Then a frown darkened his brow, bitter and distrustful, as he observed that she had a companion. “That idler, Ralph Prescott!” he murmured. “What does Mr. Elliott keep that man about here for?” An unwelcome .companion was the favorite of old Geoffrey Forsythe just then to the dainty Ruth, however. Paul Dalton knew that a moment later. For, as he was about to retrace his steps, a fluttering, indignant outcry reached his ears. “How dare you, sir!” Ruth’s mellow tones, robbed of their usual gentleness, spoke. The reply grated harshly. “Dare? That’s good, Ruth! Give me the books, I say! I saw; I was watching. You’ve got them between the leave. You won’t take a keepsake from me. I ain’t handsome enough for that, but some other fellow—l will have them!” “You cowardly spy!” gasped pretty Ruth. “Oh, I hate you! I hate you! Help! You shall not have the book!” “I will!” In half a dozen sturdy strides, Paul Dalton reached the spot where the altercation was going on. An exciting scene greeted his vision. The great rough Ralph had just torn a book from Ruth's hands and she was striving to recover it. “Give it to me!" she cried, her eyes flashing, her face aflame. “Oil, if I were only a man!” “Miss Ruth, here is your book.” Quick as a flash, Paul Dalton had acted. How it was ever done the confused Ruth could not tell, but the next moment his athletic form had sprung through the shrubbery, the book was snatched from the astounded Ralph Prescott’s hands, was tendered to its-owner, and Ralph himself lay prostrate, ten feet away, seeing stars. With a growl of rage and muttered threats he limped out of reach of his indignant adversary a moment later. “What was it?” querried Paul, solicitously; “you will pardon me, but that great rough fellow ” Trembling all over Ruth Elliott confusedly turned over the leaves of the book. “I—l had something; it is lost,” and then she burst into inexplicable womanly tears. “Was it something of value?” asked Paul, gently. “Perhaps I can help you find it.” “No, I have found it.” Paul Dalton started as from a shock A tell-tale blush on her face, hastily, guiltily, pretty Ruth Elliott had picked up at her feet the object missing from her book, the cause of all the exciting episode of the moment. Two white violets bound with a thread of grass. Comprehendingly, quivering with nameless emotion, Paul Dalton recognized them, and as she, shame-faced, fluttering, dropped the flowers again, he regained them and tendered them to her with earnest, searching, hopeful glance. Their hands touched as she took them —and she trembled! Their eyes met as he realized that they were precious to her —and he thrilled! CHAPTER 11. PLOTTING. 111-favoied, sullen-hearted Ralph Prescott nursed his swollen cheek and his impotent rage in silence and solitude the remainder of that eventful day. He did not appear at supper time, and the ensuing day he mounted a horse early and gave Maple Leaf farm a wide berth until after dark. Farmer John met him the next forenoon, and asked him what was up, but he evaded a direct reply. Pretty Ruth only laughed slyly when interrogated. He was too happy; she saw too much of brave, earnest Paul Walton those days to get even the officious Ralph into trouble by betraying his rudeness. Once only she met the surly Ralph face to face. “I’m watching and I’m thinking,” he told her in tragic accents of mysterious import. “You won’t keep up your flirtation very long.” “Poor Ralph!" she replied banteringly. “Don’t think! The effort might bring on brain fever!” , “ Don’t fret! ” flashed out Ralph fiercely. " You’ll see what kind of a man this new lOver of yours is soon. You’re mine, by rights; it was always so understood, and —l’ll have revenge.” Happy Ruth laughed at the dark

threats and blushed at the idea' of a lover. Ralph evaded Paul Dalton, anathematized him nt a distance, refused to break bread at the same table with him, and the third night after the altercation stole cautiously into the house at dusk, stole guiltily out again, and made for the distant village much with the excitement and haste of a midnight assassin. “I’ve done It,” he chuckled, gleefully. “Old Elliott has been suspicious for a week. He’ll miss it, sure, and the way I’ve fixed it ” Crafty Ralph seemed to feel very sanguine and very joyful over some plot that bid fair to materialize ere the evening had passed away. He reached the village and proceeded straight to its tavern. Arrived, it seemed necessary for him to prop up his courage, for he drained several glasses at the bar, and then, retiring to an inner room, sat at a table lost in reflection. “I’ll give it time to come to a focus,” he soliloquized. “In about an hour I’ll go home and witness the explosion. Paul Walton, you crossed a bad man’s track when you crossed mine!" More meditation, the crafty face expressing varied and fleeting emotions, and, then Ralph drew two photographs from his pocket. At one he gazed fondly; it was that of Ruth. At the other he glared venomously—hatred and jealousy held in thrall in one concentrated look. “I stole it from her room. He gave it to her,” hissed the self-confessed thief. “How I hate him!" Paul Walton’s placid eyes gazed up from the picture. Their earnest glance maddened his infuriated rival. He spread it out upon the table; he struck it; he spat upon it. Then, taking out his pocket-knife, he began to jab at it. “How I hate him!” He burrowed out one eye. “I wish it was his real throat.” And the envenomed plotter described a skillful swoop across the cardboard. “There’s his miserable heart!” Jab, jab, jab!—the blade quivered in the innocent picture, until it was perforated like a bullet-riddled battle flag. “Hello! Queer amusement, Isays.” Ralph Prescott started violently. Turning quickly, he observed a tramp-ish-looking fellow at his elbow. “Who are you?” he demanded, angrily; what business " The stranger leered craftily at the picture, unmoved by Ralph’s blustering manner. “Queer amusement, I says,” he repeated, insolently. "Is it apy of your business?" demanded Ralph, hotly, securing and hiding the photograph. “Oh, no,” retorted the other, coolly; “only I can guess the truth—you hate that man.” Ralph gritted his teeth vengefully. “And you haven’t got pluck enough to deal with the real fellow as you do with his picture.” “See here ” began Ralph, furiously. “No, you see here. I’m a keen one, I am. Mebbe I can help you. That man is a rival, eh?” “Suppose he is?" “And you want to get even with him?” “What if I do?” “Well, I know something. It’s curious how I know it, but I happen to, all the same. You want revenge. Tell me your story, all about that man, and I’ll tell you something in return that will make your eyes snap. I’ll show you a way of revenge that will make you just get up and howl with delight. ” o “Do you mean it?” muttered Ralph, dubiously. “Treat me right, promise me enough to pay a night’s lodging and keep, and see if I’m boasting." Over their glasses Ralph Prescott reluctantly awarded the confidence demanded. “Now, then?” he cried expectantly, glaring in eagerness at his companion. “Now then it is. When I saw that picture I was sort of startled.” “Why?” “I know that man.” “You know him?” “Yes.” “What of it?” “His name begins with a W, first name P—Paul. Is that a clever guess? and how’s Dalton for the rest of it?-” “I don’t see anything wonderful in that. Everybody about here knows that.” “Yes, but I don’t live about here. Never was here before, and didn’t know that Paul Dalton was within a thousand miles of here.” “Well, knowing now that he is, what of it?” “What of it!” repeated the other excitedly. “This of it. If I can tell you something about that man that will sweep him from your path like a hurricane, if I can prove certain facts that once known will drive him from Maple Leaf Farm like a flash, what then?” Ralph Prescott’s face was white with eagerness and hope. “Can you do it?” he panted. “lean. Is it SSO if I do?” “Yes, a hundred. Out with it. What do you know of this man, Paul Dalton?” The tramp leaned over. His blowsy lips touched the ear of the eager Ralph. He whispered seven words words freighted with an intelligence that meant ruin and disaster to the innocent Paul Dalton—heart-break and misery for the girl with the trusting heart and the wild-rose face. Palpitating, his eyes glowing luridly with mingled joy and hate, Ralph Prescott sprang to his feet. “Prove that!” he gasped, hoarsely. “Prove it, an.d I’ll give you, not fifty, not a hundred, but five hundred dollars. Oh, the luck of it! Oh, the joy of it. Paul Dalton, I have you in my power at last!” |TO BE CONTINUED. |

The Match.

Seven cities contended to be the birthplace of Homer, and about as many nations claim the inventor of the match as their son. As a matter of fact, the inventor of this indispensable and highly important industrial article is a Hungarian chemist who is still living, and who himself tells us: “One day during the year 1836, while I was studying at the University of Vienna, I heard a lecture on peroxide of lead, and the lecturer rubbed the brown powder in a mortar with sulphur, which should have caused the sulphur to catch fire. However, he did not succeed in this, and it occurred to me that phosphorus instead of sulphur would ignite much quicker. This was the origin of the invention.”

Tricking the Dogs.

When compelled to travel all night, the Siberian natives always make a practice of stopping just before sunrise and allowing their dogs to go to sleep. They argue that if the dog goes to sleep while it is yet dark and wakes up in an hour and finds the sun shining, he will suppose that he has had a" full night’s rest and will travel all day without thinking of being tired. One or even two hours’ stop at any other time is perfectly useless, as the dogs will be uncontrollable from that time forward until they are permitted to, take what they think a full allowance of sleep.

WHERE THEY’LL MEET.

SEAT OF THE NATIONAL REPUBLICAN CONVENTION. Minneapolis, the Giant Industrial City of the Northwest—A Few Facts Concerning Its Karly History anil Brusoul Standing —Anita Baldwin. The Flour City. The selection of Minneapolis as the seat of the next National Republican Convention makes timely an account of the progress made by the great industrial city of the Mississippi to which so many products of the Northwest are contributory. The fact that it was not until 1807 that Minneapolis threw off the swaddling clothes of township and donned the full garb of a city has raised a doubt as to its ability in caring for the many thousands that the convention will bring it. But, though young in years, the city has prospered as few other cities have, and in its parks, its railway facilities, its hotel accommodations, the size and grandeur of its public buildings, its numerous attractions in the shape of summer resorts and lakes and in the hospitality of its people, it has few superiors. The building which it will devote to the purpose of the convention is the magnificent exposition building, 300 by 350 feet. With a few interior changes the building will have an auditorium capable of seating 15,000 people, and with seats so placed that a full view will be obtained from any point of the stage, the delegates and alternates. The city itself can accommodate 25,000 visitors; St. Paul, fifteen minutes distant, can take care

CONVENTION HALL, MINNEAPOLIS.

of as many more if need be; Lake Minnetonka, twelve miles away, and connected by steam, can accommodate 10,000 persons; and Lake Calhoun, three miles distant, another famed resort, will, if necessary, throw its doors open to 3,000 visitors. Attention was first called to the present site of Minneapolis by Lieut. Z. W. Pike, who, in 1805, was’ sent by the Government to explore the new Northwestern region, then acquired as part of the Louisiana purchase. He obtained grants of lands on either side of the Mississippi River from the Sioux Indians, extending from a little below Fort Snelling to a point above the Falls of St. Anthony. Thus, the Government came into possession not only of a splendid military site but of a great water power, and in 1821 it, established a small saw and grist mill for the use of the garrison of Fort Snelling—a post that had then been built. In 1838, the cession by the Chippewas of other lands lying between the St. Croix and Mississippi Rivers led to settlements on the eastenß bank of the latter river, but inasmuch as non-resident speculators had gobbled up many large areas, the tide of settlement, owing to high prices, was checked. In 1848 the town site of St. Anthony was laid out, and a saw mill and other industries were established. The following year a few permits were granted by the Government to take up lands on the western bank, and soon back of these claims there came a considerable number of squatters. In 1853 the military reservation, acquired by Pike, was reduced to 6,000 acres, and on the liberated area on the west side a large number of people settled. In 1853 the claims were confirmed to the people, and a phenomenal development began. The new town that was founded \Vas called Minneapolis, and it soon began to outgrow St. Anthony, handicapped as the latter was-by its non-resident land owners and speculators. Up to 1858 the government of Minneapolis was that of an ordinary town, but it then gave way to a special town

MINNEAPOLIS IN 1854.

government. In 1864 the primitive government was re-established, and in 1867 the town was transformed by special charter into a city. In 1872 St. Anthony surrendered her municipal independence and her name, and was merged into the city of Minneapolis. The manufacture of lumber was the first considerable industry of Minneapolis, and long held supremacy. In 1850, when the industry began, the output was 1,200,000 feet; in 1880, it was 195,452,200, while for the last decade the average has been but little below 300,000,000, no account being made of laths or shingles. But it is for flour manufacture that Minneapolis is best known to the world. Various causes contributed to this industry, the chief being the enormous waterpower of the Falls of St. Anthony and the opening of many millions of acres of prairie lands in Minnesota and the Dakotas to the cultivation of wheat. Another consideration is the situation of the city near the head of Lake Superior. From Duluth, 160 miles away, there is a continuous water transportation to Montreal and New York. There are thirty-seven mills in the city, capable of producing 37,800 barrels of flour daily, and with an annual output of over 6,000,000 barrels. Minneapolis has a population, according to the Federal census of 1890, of 164,738. It has 151 churches, of 21 denominations, having a membership of 25,000, and holding property of almost 15,000,000 in value. The

public schools have an attendance ol over 20,000 with 509 teachers. There are 22 parks and parkways, not enumerating several parklets formed by street intersections. The city has a good water supply, and has 10 lakes within the corporate limits.

CALIFORNIA’S BUILDING.

It* Design Will Indicate the Pacific Coast of the Paat and Present. According to the design accepted, the California building will be characteristic of the great Pacific coast

CALIFORNIA'S FAIR BUILDING.

State, picturing in its exterior the California of the Padres and in its interior the California of to-day. While the architect has closely followed the old mission style, he has interjected enough of the more ornate Moorish to relieve the somewhat somber effect of the old churches, and he gives the required light and roominess. Therefore there is a charming simplicity of detail. Outside there will be a clear story with a great, Hat central dome as the crowning feature and roof garden to heighten the semi-tropical appear"ance. From the ground to the eaves will be fifty feet and to the highest point of the roof proper sixty-five feet, while the elevation of the dome will be eighty feet. Those portions of the roof not devoted to the garden will be closely copied after the quaint adobe buildings of the early Spanish settlements, with genuine earthenware tiles, deep red in color, semicylindrical and overlapping. The dome and middleportions will be tiled with iron plates curled and shaped like the original roofing. The material of the walls is to be wood, treated with some sort of cement and worked into a close imitation of the yellow-ish-gray adobe of the old days. On the four Corners and flanking the dome will be towers designed after tiie mission belfries and in them will be swun'g some of the old Spanish bells which have outlived, the Padres and their crumbling churches.

LUCKY BALDWIN'S DAUGHTER.

The Millionaire's Partner Predict* a Reconciliation Within Ninety Days. Stern Papa Baldwin stormed and swore when ids pretty little daughter Anita ran away and married her cousin George. He proposed to shut her out of his heart and his fortune at one and the same fell stroke, and all that sort of thing, but Anita has always been the apple of the old man's eye, and his partner, tleorgc Christie, predicts that she will be as firmly in his good graces as she ever was, and

ANITA BALDWIN.

that George will be given charge of the Hotel Baldwin jvithin the next three months. Christie is a typical Californian of the bluff, hale and hearty type and lias long been a lieutenant of the man with the lucky hand. He nearly always accompanies him in his Eastern tripes and is well known to Chicago reporters. Anita and her sister, a Mrs. Harold, are the only two immediate heirs of their father’s vast fortune. To them in ordinary course would descend the old man’s many millions. The friend knew that in Baldwin’s will, as it stands now, Anita was to receive the Santa Anita ranch of 65,000 acres, worth over $3,000,000, and other property as well. The millionaire brought George Baldwin out four years ago from near Crawfordsville, Ind., and put him behind his hotel desk. Until that time h’e had never had any experience in any clerical place. He had been brought up on a farm, and was quite uncultivated and unused to the ways of the world. He was always a polite, quiet young man, however, and he soon shed his ill-fitting clothes and, properly and neatly attired at the hands of the fashionable tailor, he made quite a handsome appearance, for he is naturally good-looking. “Miss Anita,” said a friend of the family, “is of a romantic turn. That’s why she married on a tug. I think she thought all this publication in the newspapers of the elopement, with her and George’s pictures, would make a heroine of her, and that sh« rather enjoys it.”

THE NEW CIRCUIT JUDGE.

SLon. Walter H. Sanborn* of Minnesota* Recently Appointed. Among recent nominations sent io the Senate by President Harrison is that of Walter 11. Sanborn, of Minne-

sota, to be United States Circuit Judge for the Eighth Judicial Circuit. Judge Sanborn is a resident of St. Paul He was ihorn at Epsom, N. H., in 1845, and was brought up on his father’s farm, attending the district

JUDGE SANBORN.

school during the winters. In 1863 he attended Dartmouth College, where he graduated with the highest honors in 1867. He then entered a law office in Massachusetts. In the spring of 1870 he went to St. Paul, where he was admitted to the bar the following year, and began practice. Sanborn was elected to the City Council in 1878, in 18S5, in 1388, and again in 1890.

THE POSITIVE TRUTH

THAT ALL THE HOOSIER NEWS IS ’ HERE. What Our Neighbor. Aro Doing—Matter, or General and Local Intele.l —Aocldeute. Crime*, Suicide, Etc. Minor State Item*. The Daily Sentinel has appeared In Peru. A starch factory will locate in Shelbyville, Another gas well has been struck in Alexandria. Many Brownsburg people are afflicted with sore throats. William A. Moore, one of Shebyvllle’s wealthiest citizens, died of paralysis. A Russian woman gave birth to a child In a fence corner near Vincennes. Theodore Brown of Brookville, saw his son drou dead while at tiie funeral of liis father. The body of John Steiner of Portland, drowned in the Wabash River, April 4, has been recovered. The DePauw plate-glass works building at Alexandria Is being pushed very rapidly, 50,000 brick being laid daily. William Madder, Monroe, had an eye put out while operating a lathe in a hoop-polo mill. A hoop-pole struck him. The Farmers’ and Citizen’s Bank of Goshen has boon absorbed by the new State Bank, witli a capital stock of $50,000. Jonathan Johnson, one of the pioneers of Northern Indiana, a resident of Miami Comity sixty years, died of cancer, aged 80. Lightning destroyed tho barn of Ambrose Knight, northwest of Muncie. The stock escaped by a horse kicking down a door. A girl in Worthington ato a piece of wedding cake and went to bud to dream of her future husband. Sho dreamed of the devil, ’tls said. Henry Houten, aged 84, died of old age at the home of Thomas Tackett in Martinsville. Ho became a resident of Morgan County forty years ago. The clothing clerks at Crawfordsville have petitioned the employers to close their stores at 6 o'clock every evening, except Saturday’s, during the summer. The name of tiie postolllce at Kerchova), Spencer County, has been changed to Lincoln City, in honor of the burial place of the mother of Abraham Lincoln. Through tho efforts of the Winchester Commercial Club, work will soon begin on a large organ factory In that city, tho plant to bo moved from Sioux City, lowa. J. W. Robbins of Como, Jay County, has, brought suit at Fort Wayno against the Wabash railroad for SIO,OO0 f damages, sustained while acting as brakeman. The alarmist boldly announces from Jeffersonville that one-half of tho peach crop has been ruined by frost Ho doesn’t say how the other half escaped. J. C. St. John of Groonsburg, has a dog that assumes to be tho mother and father of four orphan chicks, which ho rushes to protect from eats and small boys many times each day. Samuel Barney. a Lakeshore brakeman, shot Thomas Kelly, a brother brakoman, causing a dangerous wound in the hip. Tho trouble occurred in an Elkhart saloon and Barney escaped. At Jeffersonville a liorso attached to a dog-cart in which Mrs. William MeKnight was riding, fell and throw Mrs. McKnight, causing serious internal injuries which will probably result fatally. G. G. Manning, Superintendent of tho Peru schools, who has served twentyone years, and his assistant and two principals have boon notified that they will hie dismissed at tho close of the present term. Sensational developments aro expected to result in Clark County from the burning of Harrison Hogan’s costly barn on Bull Creek. There are whispers of a White Cap incendiary crowd among respectable farmers. The belief is said to be prevalent In Southern Indiana that at the next meeting of tiie General Conference the Southeast and Indiana M. E. Conferences will be merged Into ono, to bo known as the Indiana Conference. The commissioners of Randolph County recently completed the purchase of three miles of toll-pike lying south of and leading into Winchester. This makes every mile of pike in the county free, and the total mileage of free plkes nearly 250. A sad feature Is connected with the arrest of William Black, at Richmond. He was returning from the cemetery after tho funeral of his mother, who had refused to see Idin while On her deathbed, because of the trouble ho had always been to her. Mrs. Henry Tempe of Spades, the mother of married daughters, eloped with Henry Castons, twenty-two years her junior, and they were traced to Columbus by one of her daughters. Then they disappeared, only to be relocated in Rush County by Mr. Tempe, who caused their arrest. An animal curiosity was found by a Montpelier butcher In tiie country, five miles northeast of that citv, on the farm of Thomas Scoot. At is a well-developed pig, having the ears, tusks and trunk of an elephant. The legs and feet have the form of tho hog. It was the ninth and. last of a Utter of Poland China pigs, and* weighed six pounus, but died in a short time. The City Council of North Manchester recently passed an ordinance compelling saloonists to remove all screens and stained glass from their fronts. It has greatly diminished the trade of all and almost entirely ruined the business of the two principal saloons. Henry Conrodt, who owns the finest saloon in the city, has already disposed of his tables, and announced his intention of leaving for a more lucrative field. Citizens who have been at the head of the movement are elated over the result William Kennedy, an old miner, working at No. 7 mine, owned by the Brazil Block-Coal Company, located at Cardonia, fell from the top vein to the bottom vein, a distance of about thirty feet without receiving serious injuries. The water was in the bottom of the shaft, thus breaking bis fall What may yet end in a tragedy occurred at Yorktown. During a quarrel on the street John Applegate was struck with an iron weight on the head by Frank Fosnaugh, a young man who lives near Daleville, and formerly a sa-loon-keeper at Yorktown. Applegate is yet insensible from the blow. Miss Mattie Dixon, of Noblesville, Is supposed to have been killed from eating wild parsnip leaves cooked for “greens.” At Muncie, last week. Eli Hoover’s cigar store was entered and SIOO In money taken. George Kettner’s saloon, Edward Lindsay’s clothing store and the residences of John Schauffleborger, George Barwick and Philip Headrich were entered and robbed. Besides these a gold watch was taken from Haverstack’s boarding-house, and Butch Carroll and John Collins, two glass-blowers, had money and clothing stolen from their room at Drake’s Hotel. The police force is badly puzzled at the failure to catch the guilty persons.

There are twenty-one oil wells In Jay County. Conductors have been put on Martoa street cars. Dunkirk is alarmed over the reappearance of diphtheria. A two-story building collapsed in South Bend. No one hurt The dwelling of Nora Poling at Portland, was destroyed by fire. F. G. Axt choked to death by a tumor in his throat, in Martinsville. A large brick building was blown down in Lafayette. Loss $4,500. ; The Witney Reaper Works of Springfield, Ohio, will locate in Muncie. Joseph Edger, a one-time prominent politician in Randolph County, died at Ridgeville. A stone weighing 100,000 pounds ha* been shipped from the Bedford quarries to Philadelphia. The dogs have all gone mad near Brookville. Several cattle have died after being bitten. Joseph Bknlley, a wealthy farmer near Valparaiso, was swindled out of $1,700 by sharpers. Rev. W. O. Lattimore of Plymouth, is likely to bo called to the Presbyterian Church at Valparaiso. J. C. Cope df Lewisville, touched * buzz saw with his fingers. Two of the left hand are now missing. At Goshen, Miss Cassandra Booker has sued Melvin Wyslng for SIO,OOO damages for breach of promise. Edward Ellison of Elkhart, fired four times at his deadly endmy, Verd Young, without doing any harm. John Bannon, a brakeman on a Pennsylvania freight at Franklin, waa crushed and killed, after he had made a coupling. An unknown man was run over and killed bv a train on the Pittsburgh, Fort Wayno and Chicago road at Hanna, LaPorto County. Clement Lack, an employe of the Michigan City Lumber Company of Laporte, was crushed to death by a pile of lumber failing on him. Warren Brinton, a deaf and dumb man residing near Cloverdale. Putnam County, was struck by the south-bound Monon express and killed instantly,'near Greencastle. There are twenty-one divorce cases docketed at Greensburg, in twelve of which the wife is the complainant This is said to bo tho largest number on a docket in tho State. The Jefferson County Grange has unanimously voted to attend the. World’s Fair at Chicago in a body. M any Granger Is too poor to pay bls way the society will pay It for him. Work lias begun on the new postofflee building to be erected in Lafayette. The appropriation was SBO,OOO, and the contractors aro to completethestructure by the Ist day of January. Hamrick’s Station, four miles west of Greencastle, on tho Vandalia road, was tho scone of a freight wreck that made kindling wood out of ten or twelve freight cars. The accident was attributed to a broken rail or truck. Mrs. H. M. Burnham, at Mitchell, saved tho life of a 0-yoar-old son of J. L. Horton, which had wandered from home to play in a pond. The boy got into water over his head and Mrs. Burnham waded In and reached him just as he was sinking the last time. Robert Philpot of Indianapolis, has been pardoned by the Governor. Ho was sontoncod for four years in 1889 for assault and battery upon his brother-in-law with Intent to kill. Ho has been a trusty at the prison since his arrival there, even to driving an outside wagon'. He had but six weeks lotyrer to serve. Daniel E. Garhis, who was sent to prison for fourteen year for manslaughter In the killing of George Reeder, at Tipton,' In 1883, lias boon pardoned by tho Governor, The petition for clemency wa* signed by tho court and jury which sentenced him, and by the niothor and widow of his victim. Garris is dying of consumption, and has but a few month* of llfb. His ago is 24 voars. Gov. Chase has pardoned Henry Wilkinson, who was sent from Warren County for eight years, for stealing two hams, JIo has served three and one-half yean of the time, and, the Governor believed, deserved his liberty. The sentence is another Instance of the varied verdicts of juries. Lavelle, conspirator, defaulter and incendiary, through whose machinations two accomplices receive eighteen years in prison, is only sent for eight years, while another jury sends a man up for the same time for stealing two hains. When the old Wabash and Erl* Canal was built, Col. Hanna or Wabash, gave valuable grounds on both side of five streets crossing the canal to be used as deck spaces. The canal was abandoned twenty years ago, and this ground has remained vacant ever since. Suit for possession was brought five years ago, and has just been completed. That portion of tho old canal in Wabash County Is owned by a company, but the Judge decided that the dock spaces should revert to the heirs of Col. Hanna. The ground, which is now in the heart of the city, is, therefore, worth many thbusand dollars to the heirs. Militia commissions have been issued to Adjutant General Ruckle as follows: W. H. Kiger, Bluffton, Battalion Major, Fourth Regiment; Capt. L. H. Palmer, Valparaiso, Assistant Surgeon of the Third Regiment; Lieut J. D. Hale, Decatur, Quartermaster of tho Third Regiment; John McGee, Elkhart, Lieutenant Company E, Third Rpglment; George Sailer, Princeton, First Lieutenant, First Regiment Assignments were made as follows: To Company G, Third Infantry, Capt A. H. Skinner; First Lieutenant C. M. Davis; Second Lieutenant Lloyd True, all of Rochester; to Company M, Capt James M. Porter; First Lieutenant. Charles Rogers; Second Lieutenant, Sidney Moore, alb of Indianapolis. Commissions as follows were issued to|the Hartford City Cadets: Captain, J. A Hindman; First Lieutenant JL. Weaver; Second Leutenant, Charles B. Sinclair. James Bell died near Ladoga recently. Said on his death bed he had buried money in a field. His family could not find it They consulted a fortune teller and she told them whereto look. They tried again and unearthed a baking powder can containing $440 in gold. At the recent election of officers of the Farmers' and Merchants’ Bank of Winchester, Hon. A. O. Marsh, a prominent politician and one of the leading members of the Randolph County bar. was made President Nathan Reed, the retiring President being nearly eighty years old, not only retire* from the bank, but from active business. Patents have been granted Indiana inventors as follows: John J. Becker, Fort Wayne, assignor to Wayne Oil-tank Company, self-measuring pump; John N. Kailor and E. L. Williams, assignors to Reeves & Co., Columbus, rake mechanism for clover-hullers; George A. Kerr, Columous, centrifugal machine for refining starch; Georjte W. Keiser, Indianapolis, flushing tank; Milton O. Reeves, assignor to Reeves Pulley Company, Columbus, device fer securing pulleys to shafts; Henry Stacy, assignor *f onehalf to M. H. Cain, Indianapolis, coaloil burner; John Vanes, Brazil, crane; Edmund C. Westervelt and C. W. Clapp, South Bend, wheel plow; Richard D. Wilson, Vincennes, cabinet