Democratic Sentinel, Volume 16, Number 22, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 17 June 1892 — Page 3

Hearts of Gold OR THE HEIRESS ofMAPLE LEAF FARM

CHAPTER XIV. “SOMKTtIISG UP!" Ralph Prescott awaited the effect of his words with eager triumph. He counted on frightening his enemy by betraying a knowledge of‘his affairs—by threatening to employ that knowledge to cause him serious trouble. He had miscalculated his man, however. Paul Dalton, the farm superintendent, had been a problem to him in the Dalton, the heartless seeker after wealth, was no less an enigma. He had started slightly at Prescott’s revelation, but that was the only evidence of internal emotion that he betrayed. A ouol, derisive smile on his sneering lips, he laughed jarringly. “Oh! you’ve found that out, have you?" “I have,” retorted Prescott, angrily, nettled at his failure to abash his foe. “And that would be your first move?” “Yes, it would.” “Bigamy, I believe you said?” “Yes, and an ugly word it is in the ■oountiy courts, I can tell you. It ain’t like your city divorce courts, and bribed juries, and corrupt judges—it’s the unbought, indignant verdict of honest men. ” “Like you and I—eh, Prescott?” jeered the other. “No!” fairly ohoked the plotter, driven to the verge of uncontrollable rage by * the tantalizing audacity of his companion, “farmers and—millers.” “So,” purred Dalton. “Very good. Quite a joke, Prescott, ” and he placed his hand familiarly on Prescott’s shoulder, while the latter started as if stung by a serpent. “Well, that will be move one, eh?” “Yes, it will.” “Bigamy?” “I said it.” “It won’t work.' “Won’t it?” “No. I see move one, and checkmate it.” “Do you?” “Yes. I silence all that babble with a letter I have in my pocket.” “From who?” “Never mind that, but it shows that Isabel, first wife of Paul Dalton, died •exactly two months before Paul Dalton married wife number two. Come on, Prescott. ” With mock friendly familiarity, as if they had been brothers, comrades, all their lives, Paul Dalton locked arms with his companton. The latter was a smoldering volcano ■of passion. Chagrin, disappointment, rage seemed to consume his soul like the blast of a red-hot furnace. The stony-hearted man at his side little dreamt of his peril. Had Ralph Prescott been armed he would have struck his victorious foe his death-blow then and there, made half frantic by the stinging taunts that fate seemed to award him at every new move he made. Oh, it was maddening! This man was a demon, a trickster in magic. He escaped scot-free from nets that would enmesh and destroy an average man. He let others plot, bided his time, and appeared at a critical moment to put out his hand and pluck the rich fruit before him, while the schemer gnashed his teeth in impotent rage. Rather dragged along than led, Ralph Prescott was forced to accompany the man who seemed to be the master of his fate. As in a dream, he found himself, ten minutes later, seated in the library of Lawyer Drew’s house, with Paul Dalton opposite him, smiling blandly. “Thought I might want a witness,” spoke the latter. “It’s no use, Pres--cott; I won’t fight with you.” Lawyer Drew, prim, severe and keen--ey#d, entered the room a minute later. “Good evening, Mr. Prescott; good •evening, Mr.——?” “Dalton.” The lawyer started, and stared sharply at the last speaker through his goldrimmed eye-glasses. “Ah! yes, ”he said slowly and dubiously; “Mr. Dalton—Mr. Paul Dalton. I see—l see. The legatee of my client, Mr. Geoffrey Forsythe. I believe I have seen you at Maple Leaf farm?” “Once or twice,” assented Dalton, carelessly. , “I would not have known you.” “I have changed, I suppose. ” “Remarkably.”“Well, beggary makes a man wear a mask of humility sometimes,” was the bare-faced admission of audacity. “You know my business, Mr. Drew?” “I can surmise it.” “I come about the Forsythe legacy. I believe the old gentleman left me quite •a sum.”“Yes. In cash and securities, it aggregates some $50,000.” “I want it.” The lawyer looked grave. He did not like this young man with his flippant eyes and aggressive ways. “I presume you are aware that a transaction of this importance and magnitude cannot be consummated in an hour?” he remarked.' “I don’t see why not,” interrupted Dalton impatiently. “It was left to me, •wasn’t it?” “Yes, to Paul Dalton.” “And I am Paul Dalton.” “I won’t deny that. I can remember your face well enough for that, and Mr. Prescott, of course, knows you, and Mr. Elliott.” “Certainly, air. 80, if I am the heir I expect the money. ” “Very well; I will consider this a formal demand and expedite matters as much as possible. There are certain forms to obey, certain papers to execute. Come again in a week. Meantime, if your necessities are pressing ” “They are,” bluntly admitted Dalton. “I will advance you some money. Bow much—fifty—a hundred?” “Two hundred will do.” The lawyer took out his check book. “In a week, then?” said Dalton, as he folded up the bit of paper. “Yes, we shall be ready for you then.” All these proceedings Ralph Prescott watched with lowering brows. He saw money that he had expected to handle given freely to another; he saw

BY GENEVIEVE [?]LMER.

an almost utter stranger to Geoffrey Forsythe as claimant of his fortune. Oh, it was maddening, hate-inspiring. The decrees of fate were cruel, unjust! “Say, Prescott, I want to cash this check,” said Dalton, as they left the lawyer’s honse together* ”Ca6h it, then," growled Prescott. “Come, don’t be wrathy. I may throw a few hundreds in your way yet. I bear you no ill-will. ” “Shouldn’t think you would, seeing that you’ve got all the plums in sight.” Dalton smiled complacently. “That’s my good luck,” he remarked. “Come; get the check cashed for me. I've gat a friend I'm to meet at the hotel to-night, and I need ready funds. Keep out a tenner for your trouble." It suddenly dawned on Prescott that he could gain nothing by sullen animosity; much, perhaps, by playing the sycophant. He led the way to his old friend, the tavern-keeper, explained the situation, and got the money, for Lawyer Drew’s check was as current as gold coin in Ridgeton. He watched Dalton indorse it with a flourish, and then, his glance falling to the name, his eyes bulged. “Hello!” he ejaculated forcibly. Dalton handed him the promised ten dollars, but Prescott was strangly lost in reverie. “I’ll see you again, Prescott,” ho said. “Suppose I’ll have to call around on Ruth soon. Pretty busy for a week or so, though, so if she gets better tell her I came, but was called away again. I’ve a friend to meet. See you again.” Ho passed from the tavern as he spoke. Jaunty, self-possessed, the sleek, successful knave, if there over was one, voted Ralph Prescott. The latter scratched his head thoughtfully. He stood for some moments like a man in a dream. He was thinking of Lawyer Drew’s check for two hundred dollars, and Paul Dalton’s indorsement on it. “What does it mean?” he muttered, as he too left the tavern. “Something’s up! What? Why, Paul Dalton has even changed his handwriting!”

CHAPTER XV. unmasked! Something’s up! Ralph Prescott described the situation in that terse expression. There was something up, to a certainty. Something dark, mystical, suspicious. But what? He had made a new discovery—that even the handwriting of Paul Dalton had changed; but what of that? A man noting a part for two years might, upon resuming his original identity, have changed his appearance, manner and handwriting back to the real from the false, and emerge as different into his new existence as a butterfly from a chrysalis. He was always “discovering" something, and every additional discovery generally resulted in disaster for himself. He had set out to sweep his enemy from the field by a simple plot, and had only succeeded in precipitating a climax that had richly benefited that, foe and impoverished himself. Still, plotting was like drinking—fascinating, cumulative. Once in the swim, to put it tritely, the victim plunged deeper and deeper into the labyrinths of crime. Besides all this, things looked queer. He could not imagine Paul Dalton so eminently heartless and insensible to the rare beauty of Ruth Elliott as to utterly ignore her and prefer wealth to her love, when he might have both. “I’ll keep him in view a bit, if only for curiosity,” soliloquized Prescott. “He said he was going to meet a friend at the hotel. I may learn something by watohing them." To the hotel, therefore, Prescott took his way. He passed by the open doors and glanced in, but caught no sight of the man he sought. Through the window of the smokingroom, however, opened to admit the fresh air upon the tobacco-smoke tainted atmosphere of the apartment, he made out Paul Dalton and a stranger. They occupied..the room alone, and, tilted back in chairs, sat conversing animatedly. "* Prescott had become quite an expert shadower of late, and he was soon lurking near the window. Distinctly on his hearing sounded the conversation of Paul Dalton and the black-bearded man who was his companion. “So you could not make it, Paul?” the the latter°was asking, in a disappointed tone of voice. “Not all of it; but what’s the odds?” “A week’s the odds!” returned the other; “and a week sometimes changes the destinies of nations.” “It won’t change mine,” asserted Dalton, confidently. “You don’t know that?” “Oh, yes, I do. Here’s the plain facts of the case: PaQ Dalton falls heir to a fortune. Paul Dalton appears and claims it.” “Proceed.” “He is accepted as heir, rightfully and undisputed. Very good.” “But the side entanglements?” “The girl?” “Yes.” “She’s sick. May die. Sick enough anyway, to be out of the way for a week.” “That’s good.” “By that time fortune and Paul Dalton will have disappeared. ” “But her father?” * “Won’t even look at me if he saw me, and this simpleton of a Prescott I can wmd about my finger.” “Can you?” ground out the enraged listener. “Well, everything looks all right,” remarked the bearded man. “Of course it’s all right,” spoke Dalton with convincing emphasis. “We get the fortune, leave and enjoy it. ” “And after we’re gone?” “Let these people figure out the cost of being too sure of a man at their own leisure.” “It will be a surprising awakening to reality,” smiled the other grimly. “Paul, about him ” “You mean ” “S—st. No names. Him. What of him?” “He’s safe and sound, isn’t he?” ■ “For the present.” “For a week, surely?” “Yes; but afterwards?” “Unlock the door, say ‘Go!’ We’ll be safe and far away by the time he comes here. ” “All right. Ah! thank you. A hundred? I need it. No instruction?” “Yes, get back to Black Rock, and stay there. Watch him close. If he escaped ’

“Don’t fear, he won’t." “It would mean ruin to our plans." “I realize that as well as you. I guess I’U go.” “Very good. I'll take a look at the rich girl, just for policy’s sake. Then I’ll try and devise a way to kill time until the lawyer’s ready to pay me my fortune.” “What does it mean?” Over and over again the marvelling Ralph Prescott asked himself the question. Here was a plot, beyond the peradventure of a doubt—here was mystery. Who was the bearded man? A fellowconspirator? In what? A plot. A plot for what? The fortune. But why? The acknowledged, proven and accepted heir to the legacy, why should Paul Dalton plot to secure that which was already his? Above all, who was the man so mysteriously and covertly alluded to? “I can’t make it out!” muttered the dazed Prescott. “I’ll find a way!” he asserted stubbornly, a few minutes later. “Black Rock! At that place this accomplice of Paul Dalton makes his headquarters, and a gruesome, desolate place it is. There he has him. I’ll drive there tonight, and take a look around. No, I won’t. Dalton spoke of going to see Ruth. Out of sheer curiosity I’d like to see how he acts when he does meet her.” Prescott left his place of espionage and hurried back to the former home of Geoffrey Forsythe. He met the woman In charge of Ruth at the door. “How is she?" he asked, concernedly. “Wandering—delirious at times, then rational. She sits up every now and then, looks around her confusedly, and then with a wild shriek, covers her face with her hands, and cries out wildly that her heart is broken that her husband is false! false! false!” “A man will call here in a few moments," spoke Prescott; “show him in when he comes. It is her husband, Paul Dalton.” The woman looked startled. “And leave him with her alone for a few moments,” went on Prescott. “If she recognizes him, he may be able to quiet her.” “AH right, Mr. Prescott.*" Prescott proceeded to the apartment adjoining that in which Ruth lay. He placed its door slightly ajar, so he could look into the sick-room, and see and hear all that was going on. There was a ring at the door bell, and a parley a few minutes later. The woman ushered Paul Dalton into the sick-room and left him there. Curiously the watcher in the next apartment regarded him. He was surprised, to note a timidity, a frightened look on the face of his rival. The latter advanced to the couch and glanced down at Ruth. Then he started back quickly. “Paul!" Springing up suddenly, Ruth Elliott with staring eyes transfixed the intruder. Fascinated by the weird manner of the invalid, he seemed utterly overcome. “Paul!” gasped the tortured girl, “you have come back, and—changed! Paul! Paul! I know all. .You deceived me. You were wedded to another." Her visitor seemed nervously anxious to leave the room, but he managed to articulate confusedly: “No, it is not true. I was wedded once, but she, my wife, diod, and ” A shriek interrupted him —ringing, echoing, appalling. As he spoke, Ruth Elliott had started. Not upqn his words did her interest hang, but upofi that strange, Changed tone. Viewing him as if she would read him through and through, she cried wildly: “He is not false. Oh! I see it all, Paul Dalton! The mystery, the secret he spoke of. Stay! I command you to remain where you are.” The man absolutely cowered. Amazed at his craven fear, the watohing Ralph Prescott could only stare and marvel. “He is true, my loyal love,” went on Ruth, excitedly. “I know it now; I divine the mystery now. Ralph Prescott was only mistaken, but you, im-. postor—l read your craven soul! ” White as 4eath, the Intruder recoiled, for Ruth, leaning toward him, projected the thrilling words: “Speak, ere I call for help to unmask you! I know what you are. not what you seem! Speak, imposter, coward, perhaps murderer! What have you done with ray husband —the real Paul Dalton?” [TO BE CONTINCEtJH

Sharks In a Ladies’ Bath.

The last Australian mail brings a thrilling shark story from Melbourne. A Mrs.'Ffrench and a Mrs. Macmeikan were bathing with several ladies and children in the Melbourne Sea- . Baths, when Mrs. little boy, who was not bathing, noticed a large shark rapidly approaching the party, and immediately told Mrs. Durant. The boy then called out to Mrs. Macmiekan that there was a shark in the water. She glanced round and with horror saw a shark turning over within a foot of her. She kicked and splashed and nearly fainted away. The shark made for the children, going between the rope and the shore. Mrs. Macmeikan speedily recovered her presence of mind, and darted to the rescue of the children. Quickly securing Boy, this brave lady placed the child in about one foot of water. Then sjie fairned to secure Mrs. Ffrench’s child. She was just in time to effect the rescue. As she grasped the little one, and was making for the shore, the shark, with a big companion, made a dash. The undaunted woman succeeded in frightening the monsters away, and safely bore the children from all danger. Mrs. Macmeikan was much exhausted after her adventure. The battle between life and death was most exciting, and two ladies fainted. The sharks were fine specimens, the largest one being about twelve feet in length, and the other about six feet. The pair had effected an entrance into the baths through some broken pickets. Some men were subsequently called in, and succeeded in killing the smaller shark. The big one managed to get into the open sea. The men stuck a boat-hook into him six times. The shark darted through the hole and nearly smashed the boat, the jerk precipitating one of thfc harpooners into the water.—Pall Mall Gazette.

If Burrowe ever teases Tom Ochil. tree into a duel somebody is verj liable to get shot plump through the shirt bosom instead of the coat-tail. This need cause no anxiety among the friends of the florid-haired romancer from Texas, for it is the other fellow’s linen that is in danger. Tele heavens, with their everlasting faithfulness, look down on no sadder contradiction than the sluggard and the slattern in their prayers. Extbeste self-lovers will set a man's house on fire, though it were but to roast their eggs.

FOR OUR LITTLE FOLKS.

A COLUMN OF PARTICULAR INTEREST TO THEM. (That Children Have Done, What They Are Doing, and What They Should Do to Pass Their Childhood Days,

Waking Song. Wake-a-by baby, Uptty-hop! Hear tbe winds laughing In the tree toy: Robins are singing. Bobolinks call— Wake-a-by baby. Blue eyes and all! •-Helen W. Grove. My Tittle Neighbor. I hsivo a little neighbor. Her dress is snow-white fur. With yellow shoes aud mittens And nothing trouble) her. She never reads or studies. But all these wintry days Just rolls upon the carpet And plays, plays, plays. She never hud a dollle Nor toy In all her life; She has no bed or rocking-chair. No spoon, nor fork, nor knife. She nover sets a buthing, Nor has her curls to comb; Sleeps in her shoes and mittens. And never leaves her home. Yet she is very happy. And smalt—for all of that! And everybody loves her, Her name is—Pussy Cat. —Banner.

A Tittle Girl as a Rainmaker. A little girl in St. Lucia has the faculty of making smart showers of rain fall from the ceiling of rooms. This little girl after making it rain in every room in succession was ultimately taken into the garden in the hopes that she would make it rain on the vegetables. But unfortunately she could only make it rain in bedrooms and kitchens. Kitty's Bed. Kitty was lost. Bob and Trudyhad looked upstairs and downstairs, and In the closets and under the beds, but she could not be found. Buff was her name because she had such a pretty yellow color. Buff ate her supper an hour ago, and now it was time to put her to bed in the barn, “Puss,' puss, puss! Kitty, kitty, kitty!” Bob and Trudy called. ' Then they listened and waited, hoping to hear her say, “Meow!” and to see her come trotting along in her soft, downy slippers. Bob put on his rubber boots and his overcoat and cap and mittens, and lighted his little lantern, and went outdoors to look for her. He looked in the woodshed and under the bushes, but no kitty was there. “Did you find her?” said Trudy, when Bob came in. “No; 1 can’t find her,” Bob said, “Oh! where is our dear little Buff?” said Trudy. “Maybe that big dog that we saw to-day ate her up and killed her.” “P’raps that tramp carried her off,” said Bob. Trudy went and looked out the window. She heard the cold wind blow, and the ground was white with snow. Then Trudy began to sob and cry and say: “Poor, poor Kitty! She will have to stay out all night. She will freeze her toes. Oh, dear!” Bob’s round eyes looked very big and sad, hut he said, like a brave boy: “Don’t you cry, Trudy. I’ll find her ’fore I sleep. ” Bedtime came, and Kitty was not found yet. Mamma said: “Come, dears, go to bed. I think puss will be here when you wake up jn the morning.” “Please let us stay up and watch for her,” said Bob and Trudy, both at once. But mamma said, “No.” They started to go up-stairs to bod, but stopped in the parlor to say “Good night” to everybody. Aunt Jane was there. She had come just before tea from Cranberry Creek to make a visit. Her muff lay on one of the easycliairs. The big people were all talking and laughjpg,'and,they had not seen anything queer about that muff. But Bob’s sharp eyes did. Ha went over to the chair and gave one look. Then he called, “Trudy, come here, quick!” And what did Trudy see but Buff’s yellow head poked out from Aunt Jane’s yellow muff. “.Didn’t I tell you I’d find her?" said Bqb. “Suoh a nice warm bed as it is!” said Kitty to herself, as Bob carried her off to the barn, “I wish I could stay there. ” —The Pansy.

As You Would Be Done By. Three little girls, Nan, Alice, and Grace, were having a little sewing society of their own in the room next to the “big society” where the ladies were making clothing for a podr family that had lost everything in a fire. As the little women were sewing on their dollies’ dresses and hats and beautiful aprons, Alice suddenly said: “Do you suppose their dolls were burned?” “Yes,” said Nan, “for mamma said ‘everything.’ ” “Oh, how dreadful!” said Grace, “just think what if our dollies were burned?” And then they all thought afew minutes and worked in silence. Then looking up, they caught each others eyes, and each saw her own there, too, and with one consent they all three went over to the row of dOlls lying on the table. “As you would be done by,” Nan said, and picked up the prettiest doll of them all. “Yes,” said Grace, though h«r lips trembled. And they took the best hat and best apron and best dress, thinking, “As you would be done by” all the time, and quietly tiptoed out into the hall and laid the dolly safe among the other things in the big box.

A Short Feast. There was once an old rat that lived in a garret. He had begun life there, and having now a large family, he found it inconvenient to move. But the garret had one drawback as a place of residence. It was a long distance from the kitchen, and tl>e rat, having to go so far to forage for food, found It not always easy to supply the needs of his growing family. One night he started down the garstairs to find something for sup-

per. Any one listening could have hearS the patter of his Zeet through the hall. But everybody was fast asleep. The sitting-room door stood open. As the rat passed he glanced in, and noticed a queerly shaped bag lying on the table. He went nearer to investigate, and found a bag of fresh lovely biscuits—at least two pounds. Here was a treasure indeed. “Aha!” said Mr. Rat, smacking his lips; “I shall not go down to the kitchen for supper to-night.” He reflected upon what he had better do. He could not carry the whole bag up-stairs; if lie took the biscuits one at a time he would not be able to secure all of them before he was discovered. Must he lose this feast and lie content with the two or three he could eat before morning? He looked about the room, and his eyes fell upon the open grate, bare and tireless. It was only used in the coldest weather. “Just the thing!” said the wise rat. With the biscuit in his mouth ho ran up the flue and found there a splendid hiding place* The chimney was tilled with a bag of straw, and behind it he secreted the biscuits, making many journeys. The next morning there was a great outcry among the children. Some one had oaten the sweet biscuits. The bag was empty. “Mice!” cried Aubrey. “Nonsense!” said nurse. “Nomouso —no, nor ten mice—could eat all of those biscuits in one night.” But nobody solved the riddle. Tho old rat and his family lived high for a week, and Mr. Rat grew fat from finding continual suppers at such short range.

At the end of the week there came a big snowstorm,' and then a hard frost. The house was very cold. Mamma decreed extra tires, and Nancy came upstairs to build a tiro in the sitting-room grate. “Don't forget the straw bag, Nancy,” said the nurse. “It’s put in tho chimney to keep out the wind, but you must take it down before you start I*he Are.” Nancy put her arm up the chimney to pull down tho straw hag. One end seemed quite loose, hut the other was wedged in tightly. She gave a hard tug, and the bag came away so suddenly that she tumbled over backward. “My goodness!” cried Nanoy. Dor after the bag followed a shower of soot, and then a shower of curiously shaped objects which had once been white, but had grown gray, and then black in their hiding place. But the parties feasting upon them had never hesitated on that account. When she had examined them, Nancy oalled nurse, who was duly surprised, and then she called the children, who added “Ohs!” and “Ahs!” to suit the occasion. “Jt’sthcm lost biscuits, to be sure,” pronounced nurse. “And it’s that old garret rat that’s done it —the wretch! I hear him come thumpin' down those garret stairs every night." Presently the fire blazed and roared up the chimney, and threw flashes of light into the farthest corners. That night when the old garret rat came down and saw it hit heart sank Into his toes. He knew he would have to go all the way to the kitchen again to find a supper.— Harper’s Young People.

Stories of Children* Little Edith (suddenly, but not seriously)—“Mamma, do you think I shall get welly" Mamma —“Of course you will, darling.” Little Edith—“l don’t think I shall, mamma; and I guess it’s best I shouldn’t. Being under 5 perhaps I could get Into heaven for half fare.”—Exchange. ' “Pa, jou are going to take me to the circus aren’t you?” “Yes; if you are a good boy.” “Well, I’ll try. to be good, because If you can’t take me to the circus you won’t have any excuse for going yourself, and I know that would disappoint you very much.”— Omaha Bee. Smith’s Monthly vouches for this: Day—“ This allowing a baby to nurse a bottle after he is old enough to vote is played out.” Weeks—“ What is the matter?” Day—“l was taking my night cap last night, when the baby sat up in bed, lifted the bottle and called out: ‘Here’s looking at ’oo, papal’ ” r Mas. G. was much interested in a mission Sunday school in one of our large cities, and spent an hour or two every Sunday afternoon with a class of little girls—poor street waifs that had been gathered in. Upon one occasion, when the last lesson had been about the ten virgins, five of whom were wise and five foolish, the teacher asked, as was her custom, who in the class could tell anything about the lesson of the previous Sunday. One little girl, who had never been in a Sunday school in her life until the week before, was on her feet in an instant, and said; “Please, mum, I ken. It was a weddin’ and there was ten on ’em.” And there the child stood, a touching little picture, with ln*r pinched figure and povertystricken dress, telling in her street drateet the whole story, no point of which she lost. Pathetic as it was, it was irresistibly funny when she by saying, “And them as hasn’t got no oil in their lamps says to them as haS to ‘give ’em some;’ and them as has got oil in their lamps says to them as hasn’t ‘Be off wid yez, and go to the grocery and git yer own kerosene.’ ”

Electrical Pool Marker.

Players of the seductive game of pool often find it desirable, especially on private tables, to dispense with the services of the attendant whose duty it is to mark the score. To meet such conditions an electrical register has teen devised by which the -progress' of the game can be accurately recorded. Contact buttons are so arranged in front of the pockets that when a ball is holed it strikes the button, ana the point Is registered by an annunciator on the wall of the room. The same principle has been applied to a pin-pool table. Push buttons are fixed in place of .pins on an ordinary pool table, and the balls passing over the buttons make a connection which is shown on the annunciator, so that when the player has finished scoring the total number of points made are automatically recorded.

THEIR LEADER DEAD.

PRESIDENT L. L. POLK EXPIRES AT WASHINGTON. Sketch of His Connection with the Farmers' Alliance Movement—A Man ot Great I'ersonal Magnetism,a Good Parliamentarian anil Forceful Speaker. The Etui Mas Come. Leonidas L. Polk, President of the National Farmers’ Alliance, is dead. The end eame at 11:15 Sat-

urday forenoon, at the Garfield Hospital, Washington, where he had been removed for treatment. Blood poisoning caused by blad-~-dor trouble was the cause of his demise. The patient had been lying seriously ill at his private residence for ten

L. L. POLK.

days. The result of a consultation of physicians was his removal to the Garfield Hospital, where an operation was deemed the only means of saving his life. He boeame unconscious, from which condition he never rallied, and it was decided not to perform the operation. When the end eame Mrs. Polk, who had just arrived in the city, was at his bedside. Telegrams from all parts of th# South were received inquiring after Aft. Polk’s condition, and he had been dally visited by prominent men of tho Fanners’ Alliance. Leonidas L. Polk was a native of Anson County, North Carolina, and was born on April 24, 1837. Ho was a descendant of the Mecklenburg family bearing that name, and was related to Colonel Thomas and William Polk, bravo soldiors of tho revolution, and James K. Polk. President of tho United States. His parents died while ho was a yoirtli. He was married when 21 years of age, and was soon after nominated and elected to the lower house of the Stato Legislature, serving at tho regular and two extra sessions in 1880 and 1801, He .enlisted in the Confederate army ns a private, declining tho offer ot a captaincy, and served in tho Twenty-fifth and Fortythird North Carolina regiments of infantry till tho autumn of 1804, at which time ho became the army candidate for the Legislature, and was elected with practical unanimity. In 1865, Kgulnst his expressed desire, ho was chosen a member of tho Stato Constitutional Convention. In 1877 he Was elected Commissioner of Agriculture for his State. Ho had meantime continued on his farm and left it with grout reluctance to attend to his ofilolul duties. In every instance the offices bestowed upon him Bought the man, not the man the office Ho was one of the earliest advocates of the establishment of a department of agriculture. In 18H<i hobogun tho publication of iho Progressive Farmer, and at the same time began tho organization of farmers’ clubs, and soon had 500 charter* d and in active working order. Ho blho advocated tho establishment of an agricultural and and mechnnlcal college and Ids plan was finally adopted by the State. He brought tho alliance before the poople and at Its organization In North Carolina ho became its Blato Secretary and through his Influence the farmers’ clubs previously organized by him became a part of the new organization. He was the first Vice President of the alliance In 18«7, and in 1881) was chosen a delegato to the national convention ol the order held in St. Louis, in December, 1889, and took an active part in its deliberations. When tho Interstate Farmers’ Association, composed of doiegates from all cotton States, was organized in 1887, Colonel Polk was elected President by acclamation. He was twice ro-olected lo that position without contest. At the convention in St. Louis in December, 1889, Col. Polk was chosen President of tho National Farmers’ Alliance, and held that position continuously up to the date of his death. Under his management the ordeer had u marvelous growth, especially In Rio South and West, and its Influence Was shown by tho election of members of Congress in North Carolina, Georgia, Kansas and Minnesota, and has made great progress In other States, notably Illinois and Indiana, whore in a number of districts it holds the balance of power. Colonel Polk possessed great personal magnetism and was un excellent organizer, a good parliamentarian, and a pleasing public speakor. He was in the farmors 1 movement from no motives of personal ambition or profit, for ho sacrificed much more than ire ever could hope to gain from the success of his ideus and plans. He Was earnest, enthusiastic and sincere, laboring with all ids cnorgies for the good pf ids fellow farmers and tho'nation at largo. If he had lived ho would undoubtedly have been the candidate of tho Alliance for President of the United States at the election in November next. The funeral was held at Raleigh, N. C., his home, Sunday. The train bearing the body did not arrive until 3 o’clock In the afternoon. It was met at tho depot by hundreds of people. The procession was formed and the body was escorted to the First Baptist Church, of which Mr. Poik was a communicant. By 4 o’clock the church was packed, tho audience numbering at least a thousand. Among those present were Gov. Holt and all the Stato officers, members of the Supreme Court, officers of the State Farmers’ Alliance, and Grand Sire Buissee, of the Sovereign Grand Lodge Odd Fellows. The services were conducted by. Kev. Drs. J. W. Carter, T. E. Skinner and J. J. Hall. The face of the dead was exposed, and after tho choir had sung “Abide with Me” the entire audience passed in single file by the casket and viewed the body. The casket was taken into and out of the church by the pallbearers, who eame from Washington, and who, with ladies who also came* were given seats in front. At the conclusion of the services the Washington party returned to the train and left for that city.

World’s Fair Notes.

The American Library Association Will make a notable exhibit. The English Admiralty authorities will send to Chicago models qf a number of English war vessels. Carl Haoenbeck, of Hamburg, the celebrated dealer in wild ahimals, will take to Chicago his entire collection oi trained animals. The H. C. Frick Coke Company, of Pennsylvania, has decided to make a complete working model in miniature of its entire plant. The New York Exposition Board is planning to show in its State building an exhibit illustrating completely the art history of the State. Hon. J. J. Gbixlinton, World’s Fair Commissioner from Ceylon, is in Chicago, engaged in making arrangements for the Ceylon court. The Southern States will be well represented at the Exposition, notwithstanding only a few of them have made appropriations for that purpose. The chief motive power for the machinery at the Exposition will be supplied by a giganting engine, to be furnished free to the Exposition by the E. P. Allis Company, of Milwaukee.

THESE ACTUAL FACTS

ALL FOUND WITHIN THE BORDERS OF INDIANA. An latereatlng Summary of the More Important Doing* or Our Neighbor* Crime*, Casualties. Death*, Etc, Minor State Item*. Burglars made a one-hundred-dollar haul In Eicbman’s dry-goods store at Lebanon. Patrick Dwyer, aged 70, died at Muncie. Phokbe Turner, aged 07, died from a stroke of paralysis at Muncie. The Christian Church at Fort Wayno will build an elegant now home. A Perry County man 50 years old has the first 50 cents he ever earned, Vincennes is happy over tho outlook for securing an Ohio hominy mill. John Crump’s barn, at Columbus, was struck by lightning and destroyed. The water-works system of Anderson is to be extended at a cost ot 8)10,000. A newspaper thief at Vincennes was fined 814.50 for stealing a paper from a door-step. Everett Carmack and Lucius Llndloy were drowned in Sugar Creek, at Rockville. Lightning struck the M. E. Church at Vermont, Howard County, demolishing the cupola and roof. Harry Trogdkn, sentenced to five years for killing Kayos Sanderson, was denied a new trial at Brazil. David Shidkler’s barn, near Eaton, Delawaro County, was struck by lightning and destroyed. 1 Wayne County Is becoming alarmed over its prospective debts, which will amount to 81,075,000. Dr. W. T. Fhady, near Marietta, has Inherited 815,000 from an undo who died In tho poor house at Raleigh, N. C. W. G. Patterson, one ot tho oddest eltlzens of Delawaro County, died at Yorkton, after a prolonged Illness. Ira J. Sullivan, aged 55, of Medora, was thrown from ,the back of a mule, and had live ribs broken. Ho may die. Near Columbus, a freight train ran into 13 of P. 11. McCormack’s thoroughbred horses and only two escaped injury. A. D. Kizkr of tho Ilaper furniture factory, Mlsawaka, bad his bead smashed bv the falling of a 1,000 pound elevator. Killed.

John T. Adams and J. M. Keosling of Decatur County, will put up a 830,000 furniture factory at Andorsou to employ 100 men. 'SiiiK Christian Church in Markle linn*. tlngton County, was dedicated Sunday. Rev. L. L. Carpenter of Wabash, preached tho sermon. Martin Scott, a wealthy farmer living In Palmyra Township, near Vincennes, was goared by a bull, and his wounds aro pronounced fatal., Charles Williams, Frederick Goddard and John Williams worp severely burned in a powder explosion at Hill’s atone quarry, oast of Greencnstb. William Long, a farmer and member of the petit Jury at Columbus, was arrested and charged with assaulting Mrs. Martha Smith, the wlfo of a tenant. Reuben Daily, odltorof the Jeffersonville News, fell from a bicycle In Cincinnati a few days ago and broke his left leg. The bleyclo Is able to be about. llAitnv Jonhs, an employe, fell out of tho loft at tho Muncie Pulp Company’s building, and was fatally hurt. Willie McCarty, aged 10, toll off a box car and will die. A riKTY-i'otikn turtlo nabbed the bait from a Franklin hshorman’s hook the other day and pulled him Into the water, nearly drowning him. Subscribed and sworn to before-——, etc. Ora Bulky, a young man from Orleans, was run down and killed by an O. &M. passongor train at Shoals. Deceased was unmarried and had boon drinking considerable, During a storm at Noblesvllle the roof, of tho now pail factory was blown off and the building collapsed, causing several thousand dollars’ damage. The workmen all escaped Injury. John Wkltz. a tramp, tried to commit suicide near Centerton, Morgan County, by boating himself oyer the head with an old spade. He has a sister at Warsaw, Ind , and a father fttTIQIn, 0, Thomas Fitzgerald, ex-city marshal of Brazil, and Joseph Miller wore on a handcar, when a Big Four train struck them. Tho formor died of his injuries and the latter Is not expoetpd to recover. Mrs. Martha Hurdle of Muncie, Is at tho point of death, and attempts to get word to her son, Ucarge Hurdle, have been futile. Ho is traveling in advance of an “Uncle Tom’s Cabin” shew. Tho family would bo glad to receive any Information as to his whereabouts.

At the annual meeting of the Grand Lodge Knights of I’ythlas, held at Indianapolis, the following officers were elected: Grand Chancellor, Dr. E, L. Slver, Fort Wavne; Grand Vico Chancellor, James E. Watson, Winchester; Grand Prelate, J. M. Hatfield, Huntington; Grand Master of Exchequer, Henry D. Grohs, Union City; Grand Master-at-arms, C. F. 8. Neal, Lobauon; .Grand Trustee, Georgo W. Powell, Indianapolis. Lightning-bod swindlers victimized Joseph Bond and John Ashley, wealthy and aged farmers at Oaktown. Seven men In buggies drove through that neighborhood, claiming to be putting up lightning-rods on the residences of a tew prominent men only, as an advertisement for their company. They offered for 87 to rod Mr. Bond’s residence, providing he would sign an agreement to recommend It to his neighbors. When the work was done they presented a bill for 8250. On Mr. Bond’s refusal to settle they drew revolvers and bluffed the old roan, who finally paid tne swindlers 8100 cash as a compromise. By a similar scheme they extorted 8235 from John Ashley and then left for parts unknown. Chick Mitchell, a young man aboutfifteen years of age, was killed by tne early passenger train, about two miles east of Shelbyvllle on the Big Four road. He had been sluing on the car-platform, and fell off. In his pocket was found a pass from Atlanta, Ga., to Cincinnati and return. Lon Atkinson, a prominent farmer, was terribly injured near Hartford City by the accidental discharge of both barrels of a shotgun. He was leaning on the gun, hands crossed over the muzzle. Holes were torn through the palms of both hands and a terrible wouiyd made on the side of tne face. He may recover. John Gutter, a trackman employed at the Big Four shops at Brightwood, was killed by falling timber. He w'hs unloading a car ot heavy timbers when he slipped and fell, one of the timbers failing upon him and crushing him to death. He was -a widower with two children, who are living with relatives at Fordville. The old Royal Rink at Munclewas destaoyed by fire. Loss, 82,000. The Muncie Fcncibles used the building as an armory. Their guns and uniforms were all destroyed and the Government will lose between 83,000 and $4,000. The cause is attributed to carelessness is leaving gas jets burn or in throwing cigarette-stubs about.