Democratic Sentinel, Volume 17, Number 31, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 18 August 1893 — Page 3

AN IDYL OF HONOLULU.

A Bold Stroke for a Husband. Written for This Paper.

CHAPTER I. THE VENGEANCE OF A RIVAL A young Chicagoan was taking a lengthy stroll one lino afternoon a few miles from the capital of the Hawaiian Islands. Suddenly as he turned a sharp bend in the road, which vas bordered by rocks and trees, he jamo upon a scene which at once fixed his attention. Not ten rods ahead two persons,' mounted upon horses, were approaching at a walk—the one a coarse-looking man of five-and-thirty years, in a sailor’s holiday suit; the other a girl of rare beauty and grace, whose years could have hardly numbered eighteen. They were flushe d and excited, and engaged in angry contention. The man had even seized the girl’s bridle to prevent her from flying. “Is this your final decision?” he was asking. “It Is,” was the quick answer. “But why do you refuse me? Are you in love with the young fellow who visited Cape May last summer, and who saved your life in the surf—that Ralph Kempiin?” The question was unanswered, save by a look of increased scorn and a rosier glow of features. “That is the secret of your refusal of me, no doubt, ” continued the rejected suitor. “I noticed at the time that you and Kempiin seemed smitten with each other. Have I not fathomed the motives of your conduct?” “You have no right to ask me these questions," returned the girl coldly and haughtily. “All I have to say to you is that I will never marry your “Then this ride may as well end here.”

Slipping to the ground the man led the horses into the wooded solitude beside the road, coming to a halt. This bold proceeding naturally surprised the girl, but she lost no time in alighting, pale with a sudden increase of anger and disgust. “Since you act in this vile manner,” she said, defiantly, “I will return to town on foot.” She moved away as she spoke, but her oppressor seized her roughly by the arm, detaining ' her. His eyes glared and his brawny frame trembled. “No; you shall not return on foot — nor in any other way,” he declared. “Under the circumstances, I am not going back to the ship myself.” “What then?” “I am going to turn outlaw 1 Since you won’t marry me, Maida Stepp, you shall never marry anybody—never return to your father even! I’ll hide in the woods and caves of the interior, taking you with me by force!” “Villain! how dare you touch me ?” cried the girl. “Let go of my arm this instant!” “I won’t let go! Since you won’t be my wife, you shall be worse than a slave!" He looked up at the immense precipices by which the Nuuanu valley is dosed inland, as if invoking their awful solitudes, and clutched tne girl still more tightly. “I hear that robbers and cut-throats have been seen in these hills, ” he added rapidly. “All I have to do is to disappear with you, leaving it to be supposed that we have been murdered. No help can reach you in this lonely spot " Here our young Chicagoan appeared to the view of the couple, advancing swiftly toward them. “Miss Stepp! Is it possible ?" was his greeting. “Ralph Kempiin! Thank Heaven!" She was already free, thanks to the consternation of her assailant, and flew to the protecting arms of the newcomer, nestling upon his breast. “You see, too-confident stranger," said Ralph, with airy and scornful intonation, as he looked over the sunny head of his charge at the rejected suitor, who stood as if thunderstruck, “that you have counted your chickens before they are hatched. lam here just in time to constitute myself this young lady’s protector. At the least further insolence to her, I will prepare you for admission to the nearest hospital.” “Sir! I ”

“No reply is necessary. A crowd of people are coming around the bend, and you’ve barely time to hide in the woods and caves of the interior, as you just now threatened. Be off at once." An instant the baffled villain hesitated —long enough to assure himself that several naval officers, on their way to the Pali, were just coming into view around the bend mentioned—and then he sprang into his saddle, dashing away at full speed. As prompt and rapid a 3 was his flight, however, he was not yet out of sight when Maida Stepp, with her rescuer’s aid, was again mounted and on her way to the capital. “After what I’ve seen and heard," said the young Chicagoan, as he walked beside the girl, when the naval officers had passed, “I must, of course, congratulate you upon your change of escort. But/’ and his eyes kindled and his voice softened, “I must also congratulate myself." A swift flush leaped to the girl’s cheeks. _ “You came just in time, Mr. Kemplin.“ she murmured, shuddering. “That villain would have dragged me away to a horrible fate.” “Who is he?” “His name is Hank Ripple. He’s first officer of the Nor-'wester, my father’s ship, now anchored in the harbor. I had no idea of his real character until this hour. He has bothered me with his attentions ever since we left home last fall, but I supposed him to be harmless. I wanted to see the Pali very much. Aunt Alice was not well enough to go with me, and father was too busy. Mr. Ripple offered his services, and we had no misgivings about accepting them, so oarefully has the villain kept his real nature hidden." “I see. You have been well and happy since I saw you last?” “Yes, thank you. I always enjoyed good health, and am always happy,” and she sighed. “And you, Mr. Kemplin?“ "Oh, I can say as much," and he also sighed. “How is your father?" “Apparently as strong as ever. How pleased he will be to see you!" “The pleasure will ba mutual, of course. I need hardly so*, Miss Stepp, how delighted I am to s«M you again. There is something fateful in our meeting.” “There certainly Is. You have saved my life to-day as surely as you did last summer when you drew me gasping from the surf. Rest assured that lam grateful.” A little hand stole out to him, and he pressed it fervently, continuing to clasp it. “Do you ever think of those days?”

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he asked, the light of his eyes and the expression of his face becoming tenderer. “Think of them! They are always with me.” Ralph drew the hand quickly to his lips. “It’s the same with me,” he declared, his rich voice vibrating with a thrill of joy. “I have loved , you constantly from the first moment of our acquaintance, and greatly regret that I did not tell you so last summer. Several sentiments restrained me, among which was the fear of speaking too soon, and when, upon my return to college, I had reached a resolve to write you my views, I learned that you had sailed with your father. hiow, there are thousands upon thousands of happy couples who never would have married if Providence had not actually bumped their heads together, but I do not intend to wait for any special aids of that nature. Pardon, therefore, dear Miss Stepp, now and here, a single question. Are you still free to accept me as a suitor for your hand?” A look was a sufficient answer. “Then I beg of you to regard me as such from this moment.” A brief silence followed, but it was a silence full of roseate hues and gladness unutterable. Probably the girl’s hand returned the pressure of the hand in which it was resting. Probably, too, her eyes were more eloquent than volumes of commonplaco declarations. Be that as it may, they could not have looked any happier if they had owned the whole world.

The journey into town was only too quickly accomplished. Passing the missionary printing establishment and school-room, the young couple took their way direct to the outer stone pier, where Capt. Stepp, a noble-look-ing man, with a boat and crew, was anxiously awaiting his daughter’s coming. Her prevision respecting Ralph’s reception was fully realized. No one had ever seen the honest old navigator more delighted. “Why, look at that ship, ” he cried, when his joyous excitement had found expression, as he pointed at the Nor’wester, which lay in full view of the fort. “It is in that ship that I have earned every dollar I shall leave my daughter. And it was your father, as I must have told you last summer, who enabled me to buy her. He is the first friend I ever had, and the best one. You, doubtless, remember that ho first named me commander? How came you here?” “Oh, I am simply taking a trip around the world," replied Ralph, “and expect to sail in the next steamer for China." “Well, well,” commented Captain Stepp; “our meeting here is a strange one. But, come—let’s be off for the ship, for you’ll certainly honor us with a visit, Mr. Kempiin? I’ve forgotten all about Mr. Ripple in this excitement. Where is he, Maida? Maida explained. The surprise of Captain Stepp at Ripple’s baseness was exceeded only by his consternation at the peril his daughter had encountered. An officer with numerous aids was immediately dispatched in quest of the offender, and the little party took boat for the Nor’wester. A pleasant visit of several hours followedj during which Ralph made the acquaintance of Maida’s aunt, Miss Alice Stepp, who was making the voyage, partly for her health and partly for reasons that were duly set forth by her niece. * “You doubtless wonder that Aunt Alice and I are with my father upon such a long voyage," the girl took occasion to say to her lover, when they had been left to themselves. “But he’s now well along in years —was fifty-eight yesterday—and his health is not what it used to be. He lost my mother, you know, when I was a baby. He has had only Aunt Alice and me to live for all these yearSj and I have always bedn been with him. lam the living image of my mother, and he cannot bear to have me out of his sight. ” “I don’t wonder at it,” said Ralph, emphatically, his eyes beaming with tender admiration.

“We are now on our way to the Arctic ocean through the Straits of Behring,” continued Maida. “The right whales have gone up into those watei's —at least such is father’s theory —and as this is intended to be bis last voyage he is determined to make a success of it. We shall probably remain here three or four days longer.” “And I expect to be here a like period.” A mutual sigh succeeded, but the communing of the couple was continued, and before night they were walking the deck arm in arm, greatly to the astonishment of the good maiden aunt, who wondered how and where they had “got so thick” with each other. The next day they were alxpost continually together, and upon the third day they were formally betrothed to each other. During these days not the least trace was found of Hank Ripple. The hour of separation came painfully _ soon for the lovers. We have neither time nor space to relate the sacred communings and equally sacred griefs of that adieu. It was agreed that the young Chicagoan should claim his betrothed upon her return home, and that they would then decide in family council and according to circumstances whether to settle in Chicago or elsewhere. And so they separated, the Nor’wester resuming her voyage. That same afternoon, as Ralph Kemplin was walking, gloomy and abstracted, near Kalika Bay, whither- he had gone to look at the fish ponds and other curiosities, while awaiting the departure of his own ship, which was to sail upon the following morning, he suddenly found himself intercepted by three rough-looking sailors who signified that they had business with him. “We’re friends of Hank Ripple,” said the spokesman of the trio. “In fact we came here in the Nor’wester with him but have deserted.” “Where is Mr. Ripple now?" asked Ralph. ' “He has gone on with the ship, sir.” “With the ship? Impossible! We’ve had men looking for him for three days past. ” ‘Nevertheless ho has sailed in the Nor’wester, so as to be near the Cap’n’s daughter!” “Impossible!” protested Ralph, in a voice f reighted with pain. “Oh, not at all,” answered the sailor. “He disguised himself so thoroughly that the Cap’n didn’t know him, ana no difficulty in shipping as a seaman in my place.” The information gave Ralph a chill of consternation. “And that isn’t all, sir,” resumed the

spokesman of the three ruffians, beck, oning his confrades nearer, “Mr. Ripple thinks so much of you, Mr. Kempiin, that he has given us a hundred dollars to present his compliments to you. And here they are!” The three men hurled themselves upon him at these words, and gave him a terrible boating, despite all he could do to protect himself, and then vanished as abruptly as they had appeared, leaving him for dead. CHAPTER 11. UNDER A TERRIBLE SHADOW. A couple of hours later, a native of the island, going home in that direction, found tho young Chicagoan sitting up and looking calmly, yet wonderingly, around. Nearly all the Kanakas) speak English, and this one spoke it fluently. Hoping to earn a trifle; he drew near, with a respectful salutation, and offered to bring a horse. “A horse? what for?” returned Ralph. • “To take you to town, sir,” “Town? what town?” “To Honolulu.” Marking the wondering stare with which Ralph received these words, the Kanaka added: “You know where you are, don’t you?" “No. Where am I?” The Kanaka retreated several steps rapidly, uttering a cry of horrot in his native tongue, but returned to tho charge. “You can at least tell me who you are, ” he suggested. “Who I am? I—l don’t know!” “But you must know where you came from and how you arrived here?” Ralph shook his head, looking thoroughly puzzled, and responded: “I don’t know anything about it." “You can certainly tell me your name,” cried the Kanaka, in a frightened voice. “Name? Name? I haven’t any name as I know of.” Alas for the truth. The blows Ralph had received upon his head from his assailants had utterly annihilated his memory. Obliterated was all his past —his journey —his whereabouts—his relations to Maida Stepp and to his father and friends. He was ignorant of all the facts concerning himself, even to his own name. The Kanaka was strongly tempted to take to his heels without further inquiry or comment. But he had more than the average Kanaka heart and brain, and he resolved to probe the mystery of Ralph’s singular situation. “Didn’t you arrive here in a steamer from San Francisco?" he asked. “Are you not an American?” Ralph contracted his brows in a desperate effort to furnish a solution of this problem, but after a full minute he was obliged to answer: “I don’t know.” “Where were you when you first knew anything aDout yourself?” continued the Kanaka. “I—l was hero!” Smiling involuntarily at this reply, tho Kanaka stepped nearer and lifted Ralph’s hat, then starting back in painful amazement. “Ah, I see!” he ejaculated. There was a bump upon Ralph’s head, between his ear and his temple, nearly as large as a hen’s egg, and discolored to blackness. Touching this bump gently, the Kanaka elicited a sharp cry of pain. “I see,” he repeated, giving his attention to various other injuries. “You’ve been waylaid—kncckod on the head—almost murdered!” [TO BE CONTINUED. ]

KILLED BRUIN WITH AN AX

A Woodsman’s Wife Who Slew the Mother and Captured Two Cubs. A desperate battle took place a few days ago between a famished she bear and the wife of Amos Corey, a woodsman on the Upper Beaverkill, near Turnwood, N. Y., says the New York Times. For several days bear tracks had been seen in the neighborhood, and once a good-sized bear had been seen crossing the road near Corey’s cabin. The other morning Corey started with rifle and dogs to hunt down the animal, and had been gone about an hour when his wife heard a great commotion in the dooryard. Just then a little dog ran into the house yelping with terror and covered with blood. Mrs. Corey, thinking of the bear, seized a keen-bladed ax from the rack and, shutting her baby and little boy in a bedroom, ran into the yard. There she saw a huge she bear rolling and tumbling among the sawdust and chips of the woodpile, while over it hovered a swarm of honey bees. The bear had upset half a dozen hives of bees and the little creatures were having their revenge. Mrs. Corey watched the battle for awhile and then she made a stroke at bruin with the ax, inflicting a severe wound in the animal's side. With a howl the bear rushed upon her, unmindful of the bees. Rising upon its hind legs it advanced upon the woman and tried to hug her. Mrs. Corey plied the ax with energy, and after several blows struck the animal in the head, killing it instantly. She received during the battle a blow from one of the bear’s paws, which badly lacerated one of her arms. After the bear had been killed the bees swarmed about Mrs. Corey, stinging her severely. They finally rested on the bushes near by, where she succeeded in hiving them. Afterward she was surprised to find that two little cubs had come out of the brush and were smelling about their dead mother. She captured them and after feeding them with warm milk they became quite tame. She will keep the cubs and raise them.

Cremating Garbage. The consumption of garbage by cremation has been begun In quite a number of places in this country, and the one which is an object-lesson to our other cities in Massachusetts and New England is the double-fire system now in use in Lowell and in other parts of the country. The crematory is a brick structure forty feet long, ten feet wide, and twelve feet high, with a stack seventy-five feet In height. The top of the furnace is reached by a platform, and the garbage Is collected in carts and dumped down the slopes into the feed holes In the top of the furnace. After the furnace has been charged two fires are lighted. The flames pass from the first fire to the garbage piled on the grates, and the gas and smoke attending the combustion then pass to the second fire, where they are consumed. All the products of the burning of the garbage must pass through one of these fires. We have not room for detailing how this system Is managed, but the results are such that it works successfully wherever it has been tried, and its adoption in many of our large cities is apparently only a question of time. Home-Made. There should be a scale for ail such things as home-made Jellies, canned fruit, etc., as the articles produced on the farm weuld be better prepared than those put ud at some factories. The Great Eastern was the largest ship ever built —680 feet long, 83 broad, 60 deep, and 28,627 tons burthen.

CHILDREN'S COLUMN.

A DEPARTMENT FOR LITTLE BOYS AND GIRLS. Something that Will Interest the Juvenile Members of Every Household—Quaint Actions and Bright Sayings of Many Gate and Cunning Children. The Little Magician. If there’s anything you wish From a ducat to a dish— From a steeple to a coat, Dr a yellow gravy boat. From a ruby to a clam. From a river to a ram, From a donkey to a ham. Or a pot of applo jam. Rub the lamp. Rub the lamp. With a chamois slightly damp, Aud wait for tho Genl— Eni—

When tha Genii appear Swallow bravely all your fear, Tell ’em what It Is you’d like, Be it pen aud ink or “blko" Be It mucilage or string, Or u solid golden ring. Doesn’t matter, anything. Those dear Gonll will bring When the lamp You revamp With a chamois slightly damp, And wait for the Genl——Enl— —L —St Louis Republic. The Beetroot and the Celery. The Beetroot met the Celery “Good morulngl ,, sald the swoet root; Crisply the Celery replied, “How are you. Mr. Beetroot!” “I’m weary, »lr,” said Mr. R, “Of living near to posies; I’m alwuys hearing people praise The lilies and the rosea

“That lily’s white and rose Is red, I know by observation. Cut why don’t folks give us our turn Of ardent admiration?” ‘Surely because,” snapped Celery. “They scarce see past their noses; I’m whiter than the llllos. sir— You’ro rodder than the rote)!" —St Nicholas Mollle’s Dlseovrry. My papa says that I’m about As swoet as sweet can be. But why ho says a thing like that I really cannot see.

I tasted of my thumb, and found He nuide a sad mistake; I’m not as sweet as lemon pie, Nor half as good as cake. Toy Bpldcr on a Rubber String.

Harper’s Young People.

A Funny Bug. Rebie was down at the end of the lot, close beside the gate leading into the chicken yard. She was watching the little chickens that were running about crying “cheep, cheep,” and the old mother-hens scratching up bugs and worms for their little folks’ dinner. All at once she spied a queerlooking object trailing through the grass at her feet. It had an odd zigzag motion, and in all the five years of her life Rebie had never seen anything like it. She watched It intently, wondering if grandma had ever seen one like it. She would have liked to call grandma to come and see It, only it might go away while she was gone. Pretty soon it stopped, and Rebie went up close to it and stooped down to look at it. She thought it looked like some pretty ribbon she had seen in the store when she went shopping with mamma, tut just then it raised its head straight up in the air and shot toward her a long slender tongue that looked like a little black streak, it moved so fast, at the same time making a little hissing sort of sound. That frightened Rebie a little, and she jumped up quickly and ran into the house to grandma. “Ob, grandma,” she said, “com# out quick

and see this funny bug! He goes this way.” And she waved her little fat fingers slowly back and forth. Now grandma was busy and she didn’t care to go out to look at bugs; but the little girl was so earnest and excited that she went with her. Rebie led her straight to the chicken*

yard fence, and there, stretched out at full length in the grass, sunning himself, was a snake. A viper, John said it was when he brought the hoe and killed it. And when she heard what it was, and what it might have done, Eebie was very glad the “funny bug” was dead and could do her no harm. “I guess, grandma,” she said, afterward, “it was because I said my prayers this morning that ho didn’t bito me.”—Our Littlo Onos. A Sleepy Littlo Girl. When my sister and I wero little girls we used ta do a good many funny things. One night when we went upstairs to our little room sister threw herself on the bed without undressing and fell asleep. Now, this was a littlo trick of hers that was very trying to me, for 1 was obliged, almost every night, to wake her by pulling and shaking and calling, and get her to undress and go to bod. On this particular night, however, I made up my mind to lot her alone, and if she did not waken by the time I was ready for Iced 1 would leave her thoreall night, thinking how ashamed she would be the next morning when she found she hud slept with hei clothes on. When I was all ready for bed she was still sleeping soundly, so, with the determination to throw the blame upon her, I blew out the lamp, and lying down beside her was soon fast asleep myself. “Come, children, time to get up!” called mother the next morning. “Why, Nannie,” in a tune of great surprise as she came to the bedside, “what are you doing with your clothes on, child?" My sister rubbed her blue eyes with her chubby little fists, sitting up in the bed, and looked around with a puzzled frown that was comical to see. But she could not toll why she had on her clothes. Bless you, no! She didn’t remember anything about it. She was as much surprised as mother. Of course, 1 had to explain, and mother laughed—how could she help it? But if you think my sister wiw the least bit ashamed, you are very much mistaken. She sprang out ol bed and began to dance around the room gleefully. “Oh! I’m so glad 1 don’t have to dress. I’m all already for breakfast. Goody! Goody! Oh, mamma!” with a serious air, “may 1 please sleep in my clothes every night?”

Where Women Gome 1 ,, r0m. Woman’s first appearance has been a fruitful subject for the legend mongers. The I’hueniclan myth of creation Is found In the story of Pygmalion and Galatea. There the first woman was carved out of Ivory and then endowed with life by Aphrodite. The Greek theory of the creation of woman according to Hesiod, was that Zeus, as a cruel jest, ordered Vulcan to make a woman out of clay, and then Induced the various gods and goddesses to Invest the clay doll with all their worst qualities, the resuit being a lovely thing with the witchery of mien, leflned craft, eager passion, love of dress, treacherous manner and shameless mind. The Scandinavians say that as Odin, Vill and Ve, the three sons ol Bor, were walking along the sea beach they found two sticks of wood, one of ash and one of elm. Sitting down, the gods shaped man and woman out of these sticks, whittling the woman from the elm and calling her Emia. One of the strangest of stories touching the origin of woman is told by the Madagascarenes. In so far as the creation of man goes, the legend is not unlike that related by Moses, only that the fall came before Eve arrived. After the man had eaten the forbidden fruit he became afflicted with a boll on the leg, out ol which, when it burst, came a beautiful girl. The man’s first thought was to throw her to the pigs; but he was commanded by a voice from heaven to let her play among the diggings until she was of marriageable age, then to make her his wife. He did so, called her Baboura, and she became the mother of all races of men. The American Indian myths relative to Adam and Eve are numerous and entertaining. Some traditions trace back our first parents to white and red maize, another is that man, searching for a wife, was given the daughter of the king of muskrats, who, being dipped into the waters of a neighboring lake, became a woman.

A Clean Face. Theatrical people know that oil cleans the skin better than water. Generally other people do not. If actresses undertook to get their make-up of! with water, they would need soft soap and a scrub-brush to do it, and the skin would inevitably come with it They used once cocoa butter; now they use cocoa oil, which is a better preparation of the same thing. Drug stores keep it. Some keep it fresh, and some ktep it rancid. Take care not to patronize the second class, and in cocoa oil you will have the most delightful of all emollients for the oil bath. If you want to see how effective it is, come in from a railway journey on a hot day, when the windows have been up, and you have had as much benefit of the smoke and soot as the fireman. Take the most vigorous bath you can devise or endure, then spread some cocoa oil od your face, and wipe it off. The blackened towel will tell the tale of failure for the bath and triumph for the oil.—Boston Gazette. A Hew Yoke policeman has resigned because the commissioners wanted him to sacrifice about six laches of bis mustache.

SILK-COTTON TREE.

One of the Most Interesting Features of the West Indies. Among the interesting natural objects of tropical America the gigantic silk-cotton tree is one of the most frominent features in the landscape, t is widely distributed, but is seldom seen to more advantage than on the grazing pens in the high valleys of Jamaica, where it is a most imposing giant, when its smooth, straight trunk is seen towering like a great lighthouse from somo commanding hill, with its majestic crown of spreading branches outlined against the sky. A young tree is protected by sharp thorns, but as it grows older these disappear. When the tree is some four or five feet in diameter wooden brackets begin to grow out from the trunk under the branches, which thus become strongly braced as they begin to spread. At the same time the trunk becomes ventrlcose near the ground and soon great buttresses arise between tho trunk and the roots. These buttresses run close to the surfaco of the ground for a great distance, sometimes 50 feet. Between these buttresses tho Spaniards usod to stable their horses. Above these buttresses the trunk is smooth and cylindrical, sometimes twelvo feet in diameter and TOO feet high. Just before tho tree flowers the branches arc bare, but after the fruit has set tho new leaves burst out and nourish the great pods until they have swelled to their full size. Then tho loaves fall and tho sun beats down upon tho pods until they are fully ripe, when they burst and swell into great snowy bundles of cotton. Specimens of tho silk-cotton troo vary in shape, and solitary trees in open meadows often branch near tho ground; but in a well-grown typical

SILK-COTTON TREE OF JAMAICA.

tree the trunk runs straight up, without branches, like a massive cylindrical tower, well above the heads of all ordinary trees Or oven tho tallest palms. At the top It carries a crown of brandies stretching out horizontally to an incrcdiblo distance.

THEY DANCE IN WORSHIP.

Fantastic Cnremonls* of Somo of tho l)ervlalio* of tho Orlont. The dervlshos in Mohammedan countries are a religious class corresponding in some respects to the monks of Christendom. Tliero are many orders, distinguished by pecullarlties of faith, ceremony and costume. f-'ome live in monasteries, others dwell in villages, but all profess poverjty and humility and some chastity. Their religion prescribes mortification, but their practices are very often inconsistent with their professed standard. Many of them lead a vagrant life, traveling all over the countries of tho East and being supported by convents of their order. The Mevlevls are the most numerous. They indulge in fantastic dances, In which they whirl around with groat

DANCING DERVISHES.

rapidity to the music of a flute, generally not ceasing until they arc overcome by exhaustion and drop on the ground. This ceremony is performed in honor of their founder, who is said to have whirled around for four days without any nourishment, while his companion played a flute. Often these dervishes are found in cities playing the part of Jugglers and sorcerers.

As Labouchere Sees Us.

In many ways the United States have educated the world in politics, says London Truth, and I, for one, do not hesitate to say that their scheme of government is the best that has ever been established by a nation. But in nothing do we owe more to the Americans than for their having afforded us the great object lesson of a state pursuing the even current of its way without meddling in the affairs of other states, which has been the bane of European powers. Here we have a country, rich, powerful, industrial, and commercial, yet never troubling itself with what happens outside its frontiers; or annexing foreign lands on the plea of philanthropy, or on the ground that in some centuries its area will be too small for its population, or in order to create markets for its goods. And what is the result? No one dreams of attacking the United States, or of picking a quarrel with them.

Floral Emblems.

An ingenious person has been pondering the subject of floral badges, and makes these suggestions, to which we add others of our own to carry out the idea. For the First Lord of the Admiralty, docks; for a doctor, cyclamen and self-heal; for an oculist, eyebright and iris; for a tailor, Dutchman’s breeches; for a broker, stocks and bull-rush; for a philosopher, sage; for a cook, butter-and-eggs; for a land agent, groundsel; for a butcher, lambkill; for a policeman, beet; for a shepherd, phlox; for a musician, thyme; for an acrobat, capers; for a Jockey, speedwell; for a woodcutter, hardtack; for a newspaper humorist, chestnut; for a shoemaker, lady’sslipper; for an honest man, lilac; and for a rogue, hemp.

INDIANA INCIDENTS.

SOBER OR STARTLING, FAITHFULLY RECORDED. An Interesting Summary of the More Inu portant Doing* of Our Neighbor*—Wed. ding* and Death*—Crime*, Canualtle* and General New* Notes. Condensed State News. Citizens of Darlington now hava natural gas. Seymour police are shooting unmuzzled dogs. Stuffed bird swindlers are working South Bend citizens. There is some talk of incoroorating the town of Wanatah. Greenfield will vote on the water works question Sept. 12. A scourge of black potato bugs is reported in Parke County. The silver mine in Clay County is developing into a regular bonanza. Franklin eitizons are trying to run the shooting galleries out of that town. A HAIRLESS calf, spotted like a leopard, is a recent Floyd County acquisition. John Duncan, aged 17, was drowned at New Albany while bathing in the Ohio River. Logansport now has threo dailies, eight weeklies and several monthly publications. Wm. Alsop, a trusty, escaped from the prison south. He had only throe months moro to serve. Pete Gillian, a coal minor at Evanston, was run over and killed an Air-lino passenger train. A large stable, with five mules, at Fairview mine, near Brazil, was destroyed by tiro. Incendiary. Workmen in Hyman & Marks’ woollen mills at Wabash have accepted a 12i per cent, decline in wages. ? Rev. W. E. Glover has been called to and accents tho pastorate of the Second Baptist Church at Madison. Fire of a mysterious origin destroyed tho barn of Mrs. Martha Barnhart in Pawpaw Township, Wabash County. Loss, $2,500. No insurance. George Sharp, a well-known young man at Peru, was caught by a caving sand bonk and imbedded up to eyes for noarly two hours. He will die.

Mel Mcllaffie's Forost Homo farm barn, near Stilesville, Hendricks County, burned with contents. A valuable yearling colt named Horso Fly perished in tho iiamos. Lobs, $0,500; insured for $1,500 in the Ohio Farmers'. At tho home of his parents, east of Columbus, Kdgar Ross died suddenly from tho rupture of u blood vessol in tho bruin. The unfortunate young man had just completed a college course ut Danville, and was engaged to teach school in Bartholomew Coynty. The stable at tho G'onnorsville Driving Park wore totally destroyed by fire. Nino horses perished, and the total loss is estimated at $7,000, with Insurance of $1,600. The stable? will bo rebuilt and the races will come off September 12, as originally intended. Herbert Hutchens, a lad of 15, was probably fatally injured at tho barn of •Tames Boardman, six mlleH north of Wabash. Ho was driving a team of horses attached to a load of unthrashed wheat whon the animals started suddenly, throwing him under tho wagon whoels, which ran over his body, crushing him. He is unconscious, and it is believed will die.

On account of their attendance on the Columbian Exposition, at Chicago, it has boon ascertained that many of the old Thorntown Acadomy students will bo unablo to attond tho reunion at Battle Ground during tho campmeeting. After consultation, the commlttoo on arrangements has decided to defer the mooting until next year. MR9. Koreland BinfOUd and baby, and Mrs. WUjiain Ramey wore out driving, at CratvfofaSVlift, ana tho horse taking fright at a dog ran away. Mrs;, matori 'Myjng, Rainey tdok the baby by tno dross, ftntt reaching over the sldo of the buggy let the baby drop on tho ground. The buggy was afterwards dashed to pieces, and both ladies badly injured. Tho babe was found lying in the street, and had suffered but little injury. Edward Kuhn and family, living near Moltzer, noticed a peculiar taste in his food, a few nights ago. The family had all boon away from home during tho day. When they returned the cellar door was found "broken open, but nothing was missing about the premises. An examination of the sugar bowl, salt dishes, and coffee can revealed a large quantity of strychnine. It was a very narrow escape for the entiro family, as a largo quantity of the poison had boon placed among the eatables. The Governor has parolod S. B. Dale of Boone County, convicted in 1884 of tho murder of Daniel Parigen, and sentenced for life. It was shown that Parigen was a desperate man, and that Dale, who was a young man, noted in self-defense. Dr. June Abbott of Eranklin County, convicted of criminal and sentenced lor fivd years, was also paroled. It is alleged that jealousy of rival physicians caused his conviction, and that he was not guilty. He was convicted about a month ago.

Unless there is a rise in the price of wheat much of it in Grant County will be fed to hogs. It is much richer than corn, but is ground and soaked before it is fed. Among those who will use for that purpose is Recorder Rybolt, a young and progressive farmer. Wheat ground and mixed with corn in equal parts he declares to be the best feed that can be used. He also mixes the wheat with boiled potatoes. Wheat gives the bone and muscle while corn produces fat. Many other farmers will store their wheat and use it for feed unless there is a rise in the price. Governor Matthews has commissioned as President of the Indiana Board of World's Fair Managers the Hon. Henry G. Thayer, of Plymouth. Mr. Thayer succeeas retiring President Studebaker, of South Bend. While Misses Bessie Rinard and Isa Hueston were driving along the road four and a half miles southwest of Farmland, their horse took fright and ran away throwing them out of the buggy and severely injuring both. The former was considerably bruised and Injured internally, and the latter had one hip dislocated and her face badly mutilated. Simeon Stewart, one of the prominent farmers of Rush County, died suddenly while at work on a threshing machine. He was 68 years old. He was the father of Alonzo Stewart, the county surveyor. Jonathan Dean of Findlay Township, Scott County, was killed by a freight train on the J.. M. & I. road, two miles south of Scottsburg. He was an old soldier, and had come to Scottsburg to have his pension paper filled out for the present quarterly payment. While in town he became intoxicated, and on his way home went to sleep on the railroad track. His body was terribly mangled. He leaves a wile and eleven children.