Democratic Sentinel, Volume 16, Number 32, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 August 1892 — Page 3

A WOMAN'S INFLUENCE

BY LULU JAMISON

CHAPTER Vll—Continued. “We will not dispute the point. I believe you love me In your way, not a very unselfish or disinterested way. You found me there in S’conset. The place was dull and lonely to you. For some unexplained reason you enjoyed my society. You thought it an excellent opportunity to try your arts of fascination on a girl who, so far as you knew, would place implicit trust in your honesty of purpose. Please let me finish. I am speaking truth, nothing more. The pastime amused you and gratified your Vanity at the same time. You knew that she nught learn to like you. There was no reason why she might not give her heart and her future happiness in your keeping. You realized this, yet you staid on, still knowing you had no intention of marrying her. And when you had tired of the diversion, you insulted her with a declaration of love and no proposal of marriage. You allowed a sordid motive to cheat your heart of its noblest instincts. You Oh, I wonder I can say so much! There are times when I positively despise you, and others when—l believe I am losing my self-respect. I wish you had never gone to S’conset.” She started from her chair and walked to the opposite window. Her hands trembled nervously, though her words had not been uttered with passion, but with a slow, deliberate emphasis that gave them accusing force. Brian had listened with bowed head. Only once he had tried to. interrupt her, then she had silenced him with amotion. Even after she had paused he did not speak for some seconds. “You are hard upon me,” he said, at last. “I acted contemptibly, but won’t you try to think there was some little excuse? I don’t know why I am such a worthless fellow. Perhaps because no one cares whether I ever amount to anything or not. I have not been so fortunate as you. You have been loved and praised all your life. I have had discouragement and condemnation on all sides. Perhaps I deserved so much, but it disheartens a man to be forever running him down." Her face softened as she answered in a gentler tone: “They are wrong todiscourage and condemn you. No one knows their possibilities for good or evil until they have been tried. There are redeeming traits even in the worst, and you are not one of the worst. Your chance is before you. I want to forget all that has happened. For your sake, and for mine, I wish to feel ” She hesitated and her face grew crimson. Not so much from his glance as from the drift of her own thoughts. “Why won’t you understand!” she cried, in helpless embarrassment, after a silence that was almost felt. “Why can’t you comprehend that I want you to hav6 what belongs to you?” “X don’t want it,” answered Brian, with dogged resistance. “The thought of that money is always between us.” “You don’t want it because you can’t have it without an incumbrance, I suppose?” “If the incumbrance means you, Margaret, there is nothing I desire so much as the incumbrance.”

“Then take it, please, Brian. The incumbrance finds you so slow of comprehension.” Brian was slow.no longer. Margaret’s meaning flashed upon him, and with a joyful face and glad cry he started toward her. But she stopped him rather precipitately with the words: “Don’t be foolish, Brian, please. I ■want you to understand that this is merely a business atrangement. We shan’t be very affectionate, but neither need we quarrel. ” “Then you wish simply to satisfy your sense of obligation,” he said, rather ruefully. “You don’t care for me the least bit, Margaret?” “If caring for you means giving you my heart, I can only say I haven’t it to give. I think you need not complain. Marriage will not make a great difference in our love. We shall always be good friends, I hope. Are you satisfied?” “I am happy to get you on any terms,” he responded. “For no otljer man can ever ciaim you. And maybe some day you will learn to love me, if only a little." “Don’t delude yourself with any such idea. That is all, I believe. Please leave me now.” “How cold and indifferent you are,” he said, turning to obey her request. “You make it very hard for me.” Her eyes drooped beneath the intensity of his gaze, but she made no remark, and the next second he had left her to her own thoughts. In a somewhat jubilant but rather peculiar frame of mind he sought Miss Hitton, and confided to her sympathetic ear his late go d fortune. Two hours later, as Margaret sat alone In one corner of the veranda, Brian stole up behind her chair, and dropped in her lap a ring of old-fashioned design and i xquisite workmanship. “Here is something I prize very high- ■ ly,” he said. “It belonged to my mother. I should like to see it on your finger. Pearls for the-pearl of pearls!” His sudden appearance and unexpected action made her blush warmly. “Put it on for me,” she replied, rather nervously, and holding her hand toward him. “lam not sure that I know the proper finger. ” “Asad confession,” he rejoined, experiencing a keen thrill of pleasure as his hand touched hers. “Why, it fits nicely and makes quite a show. ” “It is very beautiful, ” added Margaret, examining the magnificent pearls with critical Interest. “How can I thank you for It?" She raised her eyes to his, but dropped them immediately. Something in his glance sent the warm blood to her face. "I tkink I must show it to Miss Hilton," she said, starting up and leaving him without another word. CHARTER IX. A DOMESTIC ENCOUNTER. The news of Margaret’s engagement traveled rapidly, for S was one of those limited communities in which one knows every one else, if not personally at least by sight or hearsay, and where a lively interest in the affairs of others seems to be the congenial occupation of a large portion of the inhabitants. ♦ Opinions were somewhat divided in the matter. The unprejudiced regarded a marriage between the cousins as a happy solution of the unpleasant state of affairs, while the more interested, notably the mothers of sons whose matrimonial designs had thus been frustrated, shook their heads rather doubtfully, and prophesied all manner of dire

catastrophes, from what they considered a loveless union. They hoped it would turn out well; so they assured each other. Indeed, they were inclined to pity Margaret, and, with admiring glances at Tim or John, they wondered what she had seen in Brian to like. Margaret well knew that she was an object of unusual comment. “There were people in S ,” to use her own words, “who would sit at her table and break her bread and her character at the same time.” Yet, notwithstanding,, the knowledge that she afforded gratification to their curiosity filled her with a feeling akin to indignaiion. “Notoriety is the fate of greatness,” the Colonel told her, by way of consolation. “You and Brian are the most prominent figures in the neighborhood just now. Think of the distinction. But seriously, my dear, I’m glad you two have reached such a sensible settlement. Expected it all the time. Not quite so soon, though. You’ve made the quickest time on record. ” The old gentleman’s eyes twinkled at this evidence of his own humor. About this time he was deep in some cherished plans intended to affect the future of his son and niece. He gave no hint of his desires to either party concerned, for he could be politic on occasion, and he realized that this was a matter to be handled with much caution. “A fine pair, a fine pair,” he would chuckle, when privacy permitted him to give such expression to his feelings. “Plenty of spirit in the girl, and that young scamp, confound him, he’ll be something yet.” The scamp in question had enjoyed all the advantages a young man in . his position could expect or hope for. “I want you to make a good showing,” his father had said to him, when he started out on his college career. “You must look to your future and take up something practical. I prefer law, though it is a scoundrelly profession. Still, as good as most, I dare say. If you do start in it, stick to it. And for heaven’s sake don’t come out a firstclass idiot, fit only for a show piece. And don’t break-your neck, or get in debt.”

Bertie had managed to go through college without falling a victim to the latter evils. He had followed his father’s counsel as to adopting law, though he had not yet passed the bai. Under pretext of reading for this end, he spent much of his time in New York, from which point he paid frequent visits to The Cedars. Sitting in his office one day, and, poring over a law dictionary, he was rather surprised to receive from his father a letter setting forth the good points of a certain nameless young lady, and urging upon him the advisability of marrying her, and finally settling in life. “Well, in the name of all that's holy,” he ejaculated, “that must be answered.” And so it was. To such purpose that it sent his easily moved father into a towering passion. Alice was summoned. And that young lady, looking quite cool and composed, came tripping into the room prepared for a scene, and wondering what had occurred to disturb the equilibrium of her uncle’s temper. “Well, uncle?” she said, with a conciliatory inquiry. “Well, uncle,” he mimicked. “You come in smiling and mincing, just as though there were no impudent young seamp in the world. ” “I dare say there are a great many,” she rejoined agreeably; “and old ones, too, for that matter.” “What do you mean?” he broke in, quick to take exception to her words. “But, Lord!” what’s the use of arguing with a girl? Here! read this letter and tell me if you consider it the proper thing for an impertinent puppy to write to his father?” He thrust the letter in her hand, and her eyes glanced over the somewhat aggressive chirography, while its meandawned upon her. “Dear Respected Pater—Yours of the 15th inst. duly to hand. Contents noted. Would say in answer that lam very well satisfied with my present state of single blessedness, and while appreciating your interest in my behalf, I prefer to choose my own partner, when I elect to assume the cares of domestic life. “Though the Bible says it is not good for man to be alone, it is far more risky, to my mind, to jog along in double harness, unless the old mare is to one’s liking. “I’ve been doing finely; winning golden opinions on all sides. lam fearful of becoming too great, and Blackstone has a tendency to monotony; so I have very serious intentions of putting the old boy aside and gaining laurels with my pen. Visions 'of future greatness pass before my eyes, and—pardon this blot; it is the outcome of my perturbed feelings—who knows but that in the dim and misty future you may be known not as Col. Barton merely, but as Col. Barton, the father of Cuthbert Barton. Does your heart swell with pride at the thought? “Now, to descend from the heights of ambition to ordinary reality. The city grows warmer every day. Nothing of any moment transpiring. The last hot wave knocked the bottom out of the market, and everybody is now busy propounding the question of the day, ‘ls it hot enough for you?’ “I’m thinking you have the best of it down there, and I have serious intentions of dropping on your rural fold and enjoying some argumentative tete-a-tetes with you. Meantime I can’t write any more. I hear Thompson outside, hopping up the steps after his usual fashion. In a second I’ll see his classic countenance, with his grinning mouth within an unimportant distance of his flap-like ears, stuck through the door, and then farewell thought. “Once more assuring you of my thorough contentment with my present state in this world of sin and sorrow, and decling the wife with thanks, I am, yours most dutifully, “Cvthrert Barton.” “So you’ve been offering him a wife,” remarked Alice, when she had finished the letter and returned it to her uncle. “I told him it was time for him to get married,” was the short reply. “This is his answer, the rascal.. Prefers to choose his own partner. Wants an old mare to his liking. Let him get one. Confound him! Thinks of ‘giving up Blackstone and winning laurels with his pen.’ Winning fiddlesticks. He hasn’t sense enough to know he's an idiot. ‘Has serious intentions of descending on my rural fold!’ I’d like to know what else he’s been doing for the last six months? ‘Wants to enjoy some argumentative tete-a-tetes with me.’ Confound his assurance! What are you laughing at? Perhaps you consider it amusing? Maybe you agree with him?” “About the wife part, I certainly do. I know I shouldn’t let any one select my husband.” “Indeed, Miss! And do you think any one would take that trouble? Have some sense, for heaven’s sake. I’ve enough to drive a saint crazy. Come, sit here, and I’ll tell you what I’ll do ” Alice took a chair beside her uncle, and he began in a confidential tone: “That independent monkey, who calls himself my son, shan’t have a cent of my money. I’ll cut him off, that’s what I’ll do, and I’ll leave it all to you,”

“AU what, uncle?” “All my money. You don’t seem to be smart, Alice.” “Oh! I understand perfectly, now. I am much obliged, but you may save yourself any trouble in the matter, as, of course, I wouldn’t take it” “You’ll not be able to help yourself,” chuckled the old man. “If I choose to make my will to that effect you’ll have to take it. ” “Indeed I wouldn’t,” was the determined answer, as Alice rose from her chair. “It belongs to Bertie, and I wouldn’t touch a cent of it.” “ How dare you defy me to my face, ” cried the old gentleman, rising in hie turn. “I say you shall have it. ” “And I say I sha’n’t.” “For mercy’s sake, what is all this about?” “Oh, Bertie!” cried Alice, turning at the sound of the laughing voice. “You impudent scamp," added the Colonel, “have you dared to show your brazen face here.” “I protest at brazen, father. My classic countenance is strikingly like my father's. Among my friends it is sa d to be both modest and retiring," “Another word of your impudence, sir, and you will retire with your modest countenance. What are you grinning like an ape for, and Alice with no better sense than to laugh at you! I want to know how you dared to send me that trash.” The Colonel threw the letter on the desk as he spoke. “My letter,” said Bertie In assumed surprise. “I am sorry your opinion of its merits is so poor. I considered it quite excellent of its kind. You remember I spoke of my desire to be with you, and 10, I arrive with the wings of speed on the scene of b ttle. Pray tell me what caused the interchange of polite invective.” “I'll tell you, sir.” remarked his father, with some warmth, “I’ll tell you, when I got that trash of yours I decided to let you go to the devil and leave my money to this headstrong young woman, but the forward minx, with the most unheard-of Impudence, declared she wouldn’t touch a penny of it. But we’ll see about that; and let me tell you, sir, you’ve got to walk a pretty straight line or ’’ “Oh, I don’t mind the straight line,” returned Bertie, comfortably, “provided there isn’t a wife at the end of it. Unless it is the one I shall choose.” “Fudge!” was the contemptuous comment, but the old gentleman manifested no further anger. Probably he had gathered some new ideas in the last few moments and found them diverting. “What are you glaring at Alice for?” he said, presently. “Do you want to stare her out of countenance?” “Oh, no; I was only thinking how charmingly well she is looking. > The air of The Cedars is no doubt responsible. You, too, look wonderfully well preserved. No one would take you for a day over forty-five, if that.” “Humph!” was the old gentleman’s comment. “As big a fool as ever. Your talking has given me a confounded headache. Go out of the room, for heaven's sake. Alice, take him out in the grounds and try to ''keep him quiet for a while. I must have a little sleep.” “Certainly, I’ll depart, by all means,” said Bertie, with alacrity. “Delighted, I’m sure. Come, Alice, you must take care of me?you know.” The Colonel chuckled quietly as they left the room together. [TO BB CONTJNI’BD.]

Dust Test for Firearms.

One little known process to which small arms manufactured for the United States are subjected is the dust test, intended to subject the piece to the same dusting it would receive if carried by the soldier in a march across the alkali deserts of Arizona or Utah, or the sagebrush prairies of Montana or Wyoming. Troops are frequently compelled to tramp for hours through such clouds of dust that the heads of the leaders of a six-mule team can be but vaguely seen from the wagon, and the dust is so fine and penetrating that the soldiers’ guns and every garment soon become coated with it. The artificial production of a similar experience for an arm that might be adopted for military service is manifestly a very pertinent trial. This is accomplished by placing the rifle on a shelf within a closed box, so that the breach mechanism, which is closed, shall be opposite the mouth of the bellows; fine sand is then permitted to fall slowly across the blast of air, which thereby, in two minutes, the time of the test, drives the sand into any open joints, or into the depths of the mechanism, if it is much exposed. The gun is then removed and wiped carefully with the bare hand, also blown into and cleaned, just as a soldier who suddenly goes into action would do with a gun he has carried on a dusty march. The piece is then fired twenty shots. This test is then repeated, the magazine v being charged before exposing the gun to the dust; the cartridge and the gun are then wiped as before, and the gun again fired twenty rounds.—Boston Transcript.

Traffic on the Lakes.

The arrivals and clearances of vessels at Chicago for the year 1890 numbered 21,541, while the corresponding aggregate for New York was but 15,283. The entrances and clearances for the entire seaboard of the United States in that year were 37,756 in number, while for the United States ports in the great lakes the arrivals and clearances numbered 88,280. The traffic of the great lakes in 1891 was 27 per cent, of the total traffic of all the railroads of the United States for the same year. The average cost of transportation per ton of freight per mile on the railroads of the United States for the year ending June 30, 1891, was a little more than nine-tenths of a cent, and if the tonnage carried on the lakes had been carried by rail instead it would have cost for its transportation at the above rate 8150,000,000 more than it cost by water, a gain of five times the money that has yet been expended under the various river and harbor bills upon the great lakes above Niagara Falls. Through the “Soo” Canal, at the outlet of Lake Superior, there were over three times as many vessels and nearly two mil•lions of tons more freight than through the Suez Canal during the same time. This lake business is in its infancy, but such facts as these exhibit the possibilities of a traffic within the next century, the volume of which will be as difficult for the mind to grasp as it is now to comprehend the magnitude of the solar system.—Pullman Journal. To clean willow furniture use salt and water. Apply It with a nailbrush. To wash silk handkerchiefs soak them first in cold soft water for tea minutes or longer. Then wash out in same water and iron immediately.

LITTLE BOYS AND GIRLS.

THIS IS THEIR DEPARTMENT OF THE PAPE*.\ Quaint Sayings and Doings of Little Ones Gathered and Printed Here for Other Little Folks to Read. The Three Little Chickens. Three little eblekeus went out one day: WbUe their mother was scratching they hid away. Said the little black chicken to the little white chicken. “Let you and I and the littlo gray chicken All keep out of sight TIU the coming of night. And clve our fussv old mother a fright" So the three little chickens started and run Through the gruss and bushes, and thought it was fun. Said the little gray chicken to the little black chicken. As they stopped to rest with the little white chicken, “If a great big cat, Or a fierce gray rut Should eat us up, what would ma think of that?" When night came down, the poor little toes Of these naughty chickens were almost froze. “Peep, peep, peep!" said the little black chicken; “Peep, peep, peep!" said the little gray chicken; “Oh, dear, dear!" said the little white chicken; “If I were the king, I’d give everything I had to be under mother’s soft wing.” Then a great wild hawk went sailing by, Hl;h up in the red of the sunset sky. “Alas! alas!” said the little white chicken; “My soul! my soul!” said the little gray chicken; “On, dear, dear!” said the little black chicken. Then they fell on the ground, And made not a sound, While the hungry hawk sailed 'round and ’round. “Cluck! cluck! cluck!" they heard It plalnfi “Cluck! cluck! cluck!” it sounded agalp. “Ha! ha! ha!" said the little black chlckej; “Tra, la. la!” said the little white chicken “Hurrah! hurrah!" said the little gray chicken; “Mother's.calling, run! run! rati! Mother says ‘Come, chickies, come! You bad little biddies, come right straight home,’" —Clara Augusta, in Farm and Home.

Little Johnny on Style. I likes to see.folks put on style. If it wasn’t for them and the circuses it would be pretty dull sometimes. Mother always gets mad when she sees Mrs; Stuckup out riding, but I can’t see anything to get mad at, ’cept I wouldn’t like to be her little boy. I peeked into the window yesterday when they was having their lunch and they didn’t have anything but bread and cold liver. I hate liver. I am glad our folks stylish.—New York Herald. Politeness Pays. The old shying, “It pays to be polite,” has been illustrated again in the Tacoma Postoffice in favor of Mish Margaret J. Reese, the stamp clerk, a pretty young woman of 21, says a Tacoma correspondent. Landers, a grizzled, crabbed, onelegged old fellow, has a fine ferin on Vashon Island, near Tacoma. Although he lives the life of a hermit, it is believed that he is rich, for the Vashon fruit lands are amobg the most productive in the State, and his farm has been under cultivation for a number of years. He visits the Tacoma office every week or two, and he always asks Miss Reese to get his mail, for she went to considerable trouble in looking up a letter for him once, and he thinks no one else in the office is ts be trusted. Some months ago, after she had handed hfm his mail, he laid 8200 in gold on her counter, saying “That’s for you.” Before the astonished girl had comprehended the act he was gone. She was so indignant that she wept, and when Landers returned she gave back the money, telling him she supposed he had forgotten it. He was much hurt, but later he left at a local jewelry shop an order for a diamond necklace and earrings for her, and in explanation he said to the shopkeeper that she was the only person who had ever spoken a kind word to him. ~ The jewelry was refused also by Miss Reese, but Landers was not to be thwarted in his desire to make her understand his gratitude, for a day or two ago he stumped into the postoffice, and, thrusting a paper into her hand, remarked that it was something she could not return. Miss Reese, upon opening the document, found that it was a deed for five acres of land, which, she has been told, is worth 8600 an acre. She is at present in a quandary as to what course she shall pursue.

An Eloquent Girl Preacher. Fannie Edwards, the little girl preacher who Is creating such an excitement at Gosport, and who is but 14 years of age; has been preaching for the past four years. Her home is at Louisville. She claims to have received her knowledge of the Bible by close study and prayer, and is conceded to surpass many divines of mature years. While she is a Methodists her father and mother belong to »the Baptist denomination. She enjoys a romp with the children during her leisure hours, but is a power in the pulpit, and the church cannot accommodate the crowd.—lndianapolis News. A Working Boy. As I write, a coal cart has driven up to the house opposite, in charge of a boy, perhaps 17 years old. On a sidewalk a man with gray hair was leaning on his shovel waiting for the coal to be.dumped. The boy backed the cart, went in to have the ticket of delivery signed, hurried out and drew the pins from the backboard of the cart. He tugged and pulled to dump the cart, at last being assisted by the older man, who did not exert any degree of strength in his effort. At last the cart was dumped, and the man began to shovel the coal. While waiting for the man to get the coal out of the way, so that the balance of the coal would run out on the sidewalk, the boy drew from the pocket of his coat a woolen cloth, and began to polish and rub the heavy harness on the horse. On the blinders were .some ornaments of brass, and for this he used polish that he evidently kept for the purpose. He braided the horse’s mane with his fingers, and straightened and arranged the harness with evident pride and enjoyment. As I watched I thought, “I do not believe that boy will shovel coal when his head is gray. He uses his time to the advantage of his employer and

the improvement of his enaplcyer’s property. Somebody who needs service that demands devotion and industry will find this boy out and give him employment that his character fits him for.” When the horse was driven away he held his head up and stepped off as if he knew his personal appearance had been greatly improved. The young driver looxed at him critically, as if his standard had not yet been reached.—Christian Union. Good Dog. “Help,” the railway dog of England, has just died at New Haven. Foi thirty-five years he was guard of the tidal train from London to New Haven, and acted as collector for money in aid of the orphan fund oi the Amalgamated Society of Railroad Servants. His mission was made known by a silver collar, to which was appended a silver medal, having on it the inscription: “I am Help, the railway dog of England, and traveling agent for the orphans of railway men who are killed on duty. My office is at 53 Colbrook row, London, where subscriptions will be thankfully received and duly acknowledged." Altogether he was Instrumental in obtaining upward of £I,OOO for the orphan fund. SayliigM of Children. It was a Chicago 4-year-old living on Grand bulevard who on discovering the sun and moon in the sky at the same time exclaimed: “There, the sun’s out and God’s forgot tc take ip site old moon.” Katharine heard her mother say, “Cousin Florence will shake in hei Shoes when she stands up to be marsired.” A week after the wedding day came, and Katharine said ; “Mamma, let the' go; I ‘Want to see 1 Cousin Florence shake her. shoes." “Cam you stand* on your head?’ asked a visitor of little Dudley. “No," he replied; “it la too high up.’ MAMMA—WiII you have some mon pudding, pet,?, Little I'et —No ma'am; I’m full. Mamma Hor rorsl' ’ You mustn’t say you’re full. It isn’t nice. Little Pet—l meat my ’tomach’s full.

AN OPTICAL ILLUSION.

Standing at the corner of a ward robe with a plate-glass door in such a way that only one-half of the body projects from the side, the other half is seen in the glass, and at a little distance it will appear as if the whole body of the person ca'n be seem while in reality half of it is hidden behind the wardrobe, as indicated by the

dotted lines in the sketch. By raising the one visible arm the looker-on imagines that the arm in the glass Is also raised. There is nothing remarkable about that, however, says the PostrDlspatch, but when one leg is lifted the Impression is as if the lad performing the little feat had suddenly Jumped in mid-air and was hanging suspended there by some invisible mechanism* With the necessary paraphanalia—a paper fool’s cap, etc. —the whole will look like a jumpingjack operated by a‘string.

John Johnson’s Complaint.

Men who become suddenly rich should be judged leniently. They have many temptations from which the rest of us are, happily, delivered. Mr. John Johnson, a man of thii class, was desirous to be known as ol a literary turn of mind, and to thal end proceeded to lay In a library. One of his purchases was an old dictionary, which, being somewhat out of repair, was sent to the binders. When it was returned to the pur. chaser he found printed on Its back the words, “Johnson’s Dictionary." The sight threw him Into a furious passon, and he demanded of ths messenger: “Why didn’t he put ths full name on. ‘John Johnson’s Die. tlbnary?’”—Tid-Blts.

Cash and Credit.

An enterprising grocer in the town of Santa Clara, Cal., has adopted an original method of trade. Each side qi the store is fitted up for business qn 4ts own account. In the general .arrangement each side is a duplicate *of the other, the difference being that ‘one ‘sjde is for cash and the other foi credit. When.- a customer comes in, the first question asked is,’ “Do you wish to buy for cash or on account?" .Jf 4t a cash cummer, r the gqpds ■and prices on ?each side are shown: but if jt is one who; Wants credit he is shown to the other side, and foi the first time in l fiis life, perhaps, made to realize the value of ready

Time He Began to Practice.

Ex-Chief Justice William Lindsay, it is said, was raised to the highest judicial office in the Blue Grass State without ever having had a real law case: While yet a novice he was elected Sheriff, and then State Senator. Then almost before he knew it be was a Supreme Court judge, and finally Chief Justice. Then he declined re-election, saying: “I want to begin to practice: that’s what I started out to do, and I want to see how it goes.”

Matches.

A novelty in lucifer matches has just been patented by a Belgian gentleman, consisting in placing on different parts of the same match the two compositions which in ordinary safety matches are generally placed the one on the box and the other on one end of the match. In obtaining ,a light from the new match the latter is broken across the middle, and the two ends rubbed together.

Fast Boat.

France’s last torpedo boat made 23j knots in a had sea.

THE ” BELLE OF THE CABINET.”

Ula. Minnie Wanamaker It Her Mother*! Right Hand. Miss Minnie Wanamaker may be jonsidered the “Belle of the Cabinet" is one of the prettiest girls it possesses. The home life of the Wanimakers is such that no amount of attention can change the simple, dignified character of the daughters. In society, in charity, and at home they work together with the utmost harmony, but Minnie is her mother’s right hand in everything. ' She wap educated in the most thorough school in Philadelphia, and her teachers encouraged the development of a mind that is unusually capdble. She is very fond of historical studies, and there is little in the Wanamaker library that she is not familiar with. She speaks French and German as easily as English, and is also a good Latin scholar. In spite of all the social life with which she is surrounded, Miss Wanamaker keeps many hours in which she attends to the charitable demands on her mother. Since they have been in Washington it has beert the custom of the Wanamaker girls, no matter how late,the retiring hour the previous night, to go out to Georgetown and take charge of the classes of colored children in the Industrial School. Miss Wanamaker assists her mother always in receiving, and if not close beside her is among the guests. The Wanamaker receptions are especially marked by the attendance of many strangers and odd characters. Miss Minnie never countenances smiles at these people, but is always sure to

MISS WANAMAKER.

give them some special attentions. Her demeanor on all occasions is such as to give pleasure to others and to Command respect for herself.

The Jigger.

The terror of blackberry pickers south of Mason and Dixon’s line is the cheagre, popularly pronounced “jigger." Probably no one has ever seen a chegre save under a microscope, and certainly he is invisible to his victims, but ho can inflict more discomfort than the mosquito, or than any one of a dozen noxious insects twice his size. The cheagre comes like a thief in the night No one is conscious of his coming and often his presence is not detected for hofirs after his arrival, but indue time the victim is seized with an intolerable itching in a dozen spots at once, and scratchingaffords only temporary relief. Pimples rise over the itching spots and are soon scraped npvby the cheagre’s tortured victim. Meanwhile the invisible enemy keeps on burrowing and the Itching continues often for days together. When it ceases the victim has the unpleasant consciousness that all is over probably because the cheagre has died somewhere beneath the pimple.

A Meteoric Stone.

Frank Newell, a cattleman of Texas, in the Choctaw Nation, reports that on a recent afternoon a large meteor fell on the prairie. It was Imbedded at least twenty feet in the earth and protrudes twelve feel in the air. The meteor, when seen by Newell, appeared in the air like a monster ball of fire. When the earth was struck it fairly trembled, and there was a spluttering and a Sizzling like unto a piece of hot iron dipped into water. The meteoric stone was as hot as a furnace several hours after it descended to the earth. Jewell estimates its weight at several tons. The meteor fell about 8 olcloek on the prairie near a small water course called Frick’s Creek. Newell was on horseback about 500 yards distant. Newell’s horse trembled with terror, causing him to dismount. It was not until next morning that Newell and his neighbors could approach near the meteor, and thep only to within a distance of about fifty yards.

They Spoke the Truth.

In the O’Donnelly papers of sixty years ago Dr. Maginn tells a story of a citizen of London which characterizes admirably those pompous utterers- of truisms, says the American Hebrew. The doctor was sitting one day in a coffee house in the Strand when an elderly gentleman came in, bowed to him, sat down opposite, and after looking over the Times, in which he found a column of business failures, exclaimed: “Forty failures! Well, I have noticed In my sixty years’ experience that any man who lives, beyond his income is sure jo fail at last.” “True, very true,” said Maginn, “and I have noticed during my thirty years’ experience that any man who walks out in the Strand on a rainy day, without an umbrella, is sure to get wet.” “Most true,” said the elderly gentleman; “I like to listen to sensible conversation. ”

A Long-Neglected Grave.

That lonely speck in Behring Sea where Commander Behring of the Russian navy, the first efficient explorer of those waters, lies buried beneath a rude cairn, will presently have a monument to the navigator’s memory. The Russian man-of-war Aleut recently visited the spot, and will return with a metal cross inscribed to the memory of Behring and his followers and proclaimed as the tribute of the Aleut. Behring was wrecked on the island in 1741.

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AND ASCERTAIN ALL THE LATE INDIANA NEWS. A Catalogne of ths Week’s Important Ueoiirrano<«* Throughout the State— Fires. Accidents. Crimes, Suicides, Eta, Minor State Item*. Buying up the gravel roads is still being strongly talked of in Richmond. The h‘‘at from the sun is said to have lately hatched live chickens near Muncie. A 10-YEAR-oi.n son of Samuel Leathers, near Mooresville, was accidentally shot. FnutT.raisor’ in Southern Indiana are claiming that the peach crop will be very poor. Daniel Collyer of Henryville, was Instantly killed by being thrown froma road-cart. Conrad Benner, aged 65, Fort Wayne painter, is dead from a fall of 25 feet from a scaffold. Louts Rickett, a laborer in the sewers at Logansport, was crushed to death, by a fall of earth. The old-time tomato (tobacco) worm is said to be trying its best to destroy the tomato crop this year. Thomas Gregory, a Stove-molder at Marion, wont to sleep on the Big Four track, and was killed. Richard and John Smith, living near Logansport, were badly injured in a runaway. Richard may die. A rich deposit,of silida, suitable for fire clay lias been discovered on Sharp Haggerty’s farm near Marlon. Eva Stoker, a school-teacher, aged 20, died at Carthago from burgs, the result of pouring gasoline In a stove. , A Brazil man, after loading a car with beer the other day, was locked up in it and spent the day riding on the railroad. A 0. & I. C. locomotive at Brazil, struck James Roberts In the keg department of the spikemill, and caused almost fatal Inlurles. Everything that Is alive and curious caught in the lake Is put in the public fountain at Michigan City. A mud hen is a recent addition. A piece of an emery wheel which hurst, at Columbus, was imbedded in Charles Hanson's skull. The man Is not expected to recover. John Palus of Bourbon, was robbed of 8300 after ho had sold his wheat, the thief entering the house at night and covering Pains with a revolver. Theodore Lkntert of LaPOrte, was dragged with his head hanging at the horse's heals In a runaway and died In a few minutes after being rescued. Members of the Smallwood family are the latest fortunate Hoosiers to bo informed of a 83,000,000 fortune awaiting them in the Bank of England. Part of Sells Brothers' show was derailed at Fairland, Shelby County, and the farmers at Shelbyville stood on their heels all day vainly waiting for the parade.

Thk Indiana Live Stock Insurance Company, of Crawfordsville, has Insured the match team of United States Treasurer Noboker of Washington, 1). C. The team is valued at 81,500. Henry C. Lillie, residing east of Muncie, was fatally injured while assisting In loading a calf in a wagon. Tho animal fell on top of Mr. Lillie, who had his breast-bone broken and several ribs crushed. While returning from Rushvtllo to Gulgo Station, Misses Sallio Bell and Lyda McMillan wore badly injured 'ln a runaway. Only by the work of Miss Zella White wore they saved from instant death. Roe Sheppard, residing at Huntsville, Randolph County, was thrown from a road cart while driving a Texas pony, and received probably fatal injuries, Tho loft temporal bono sustained a serious fracture. Judge Burson of Pulaski County, has made permanent tho Injunction restraining the Sheriff of White County from carrying out Judge Reynolds' orders to remodel the White County Court-house ata cost of 870,000. Otway Ruart, who was shot by Marshal Starr of Greoncastlo, during a midnight molee, a month ago, Is though' to be approaching death. The marshal is still unablo to bo at his post from injuries received. While sawing logs on his farm Daniel Warman, of Clark County, was caught under a log rolling down the side of a hill and probably fatally injured. Two ribs were broken and ho also received Internal injuries. As Benjamin Robenfield was painting the inside of a water-tank, at Seymour, the asphaltum being used exploded, enveloping him in flames and burning bls head and body in a frightful manner. Ho Is in a critical condition. Cole Armstrong and two mon by the name of Jones and Hayes were killed by lightning near Union City. They were running a traction-engine along the road when a storm camo up. Going to a tree for shelter, the tree was struck by lightning killing all tbreo of them. All had families.

J. I). Doolittle of Doolittle's Mills, near Eckerty,discovered a huge boa constrictor in an old barn-loft. He fired the structure, and after the conflagration ribs of the serpent wore taken out large as the ribs of a two-hundred pound hog. The snake had caused much terror in the neighborhood by catching cows and horses in the meadows and crunching them to death. It was an escaped serpent from a circus, supposedly. While Miss Nora Harrod of Sellersburg, was going through a largo flourmill owned by her cousin, James Battorff, her dress was caught bv a cogwheel, drawing her into the gearing. Her cries brought Mr. Battorff to the rescue, but not in time to prevent her right limb from being literally torn to pieces She was released from her terrible position just In time to prevent her being killed. The leg was amputated. The annual reunion of the Seventh Indiana Cavalry will be held at Valparaiso, Sept 7 and 8. The veterans ot this regiment may expect a good time, as the Valparaiso citizens will make ample preparations for their reception and entertainment While Mrs. Dora Btunt was walking in her door-vard, nine miles north of Elwood, she fell dead. About ten days before she was bitten by a pet squirrel, and her death Is supposed to have been caused from the bite, although she was perfectly well at the time death came. She was the wife of a prominent farmer and stock man. Joab Young, about 70 years old, and one of the wealthiest farmers of Ripley County, living three miles west of Osgood, was found dead in the road between Osgood and Versalles, with his neck broken. He was on the way to visit a sick brother at the latter place. It is supposed that he fell frhm his vehicle during an attack of cardiac weakness. Will Troub, a lad 14 years old, residing north of South Bend, was drowned in St Joseph River. A sister who tried to save him would have drowned also, but for the arrival in boats of two men who were fishing near by. , The mothei dreamed the night before that her son was drowning in the river and that sh« could not help him.