Democratic Sentinel, Volume 17, Number 41, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 27 October 1893 — Page 3

AT WAR WITH HERSELF.

The Story of a Woman's Atonement, by Charlotte M. Braeme. CHAPTHJt VL Poets and artists dll went into raptures over Crown Leighton. It was the most picturesque as well as the most magnificent of mansions. Excepting, perhaps, its royal palaces, England has nothing more beautiful or more superb, and it derived its name from the fact of its having been built in the reign of Charles 11., whose favorite retreat it was. The late Earl—Stephen—had been quite indifferent to all. No one knew what had gone wrong in bis life. Ho was an only child and succeeded when very young; for a few years ho had done as the rest of the world does, gc no to London, ridden, danced, flirloi, and then a sudden gloom hud fallen over him. Ho came back to Crown Leighton; he avoided society as much as ho had hitherto sought it; ho lookel coldly on friends and neighbors: ne did what no Charnleigh had ever done before—placed his estates in the hands of a steward, or agent, making only one request, which was that ne should not be annoyed with any consultations or arrangements. He shut himself up at Crown Leighton, and never cared to leave it.

He did not neglect the place: a large establishment of servants was kept there, with carriages and horses that he never used—a whole retinue of people whose faces he never saw. He gave orders that everything should be preserved in the same perfect state as that in which he had found it—those orders were carefully obeyed. He lived until he was 56, never taking the least active part in the arrangements of his estate or household. Mr. Dunscombe attended to all. The only time he ever left the place was when his confidential legal adviser and trusted counsellor, Mr. Rawlings, died; then he went to London, and placed his affairs in the hands of Messrs. Clements & Matthews; and again, when the old family retainer, Morgan, who had been butler at Crown Leighton for more than forty years, died, the Earl left his home until after the funeral.

Several times Mr. Clements had tried his best to break through the wall of reserve with which his employer had hedged himself round, and suggested to him the propriety of making a will; he was Invariably repulsed with the haughtiest and most freezing words. “There will be a terrible mess some day, ”he was wont to observe to Mr. Dunscombe, “and twenty lines might settle matters. Captain Paul Flemyng ought to be found.” But if ever, in any unusual moment of bravery, he named the young Captain, Lora Charnleigh gave him instantly to understand that the settlement of his affairs was his own business entirely, and the lawyer dared say no more. Mr. Clements’ pre fictions were fulfilled at last. Just before Christmas Lord Charnleigh was seized with a sudden and dangerous illness. He died almost before medical aid could be summoned, and then the lawyer was almost beside himself. There were no instructions; no will could be found; there was no heir expectant. Mr. Clements sent for Captain Flemyng, but he was unable to leave his regiment; besides, it was so very uncertain whether he was heir of Charnleigh that he did not like to assume authority; neither did any one like to place him in office, lest there should be the pain of deposing him. A grand council was held. It was arranged that Stephen, Earl of Charnleigh, should be buried with all honor, ana then immediate search should be made for his nearest relative. It was done, and, after a painful and most laborious investigation, it was clearly ascertained that the nearest living relative of the dead Earl was Leonie Rayner, henceforward to be known to the world as “Leonie, Countess of Charnleigh.”

CHAP IER VIL On this bright June morning Crown Leighton seems to be wearing its fairest dress. For six long months the place has been dreary and desolate, given up to the rule ’of servants, uncared for save by those whose care was hired. AU was different to-day; from roof to basement the grand old mansion had been set in perfect and picturesque order. There was no trace of confusion; the flowers were all blooming, the birds singing, the fountains throwing up their sllygxjy spray, the long white lace hangings grawn aside, and the sumptuous roorhs filled with warmth and fragrance. Flagsand banners waved over the tall ancestral trees, bands of music were stationed in the park, the bells of Leighton church rang out with jubilant music such as had not sounded from the old gray spire for many a year. The tenantry, the numerous bands of laborers, the poor dependents and pensioners, the large household of Crown Leighton, were all assembled to welcome the young countess home. Mr. Clements was to bring her, and with her was to come Lady Fanshawe, a distant cousin of the late earl’s mother, a stately, aristocratic dame, who for the family’s sake had consented to live as duenna and chaperon with the young countess. Orders had been given to prepare rooms for three ladies, the third being Miss Templeton, whose affection for her once despised governess-pupil had reached such a height that she could not bear to be parted from her, and had accepted an invitation to attend Lady Charnleigh on her triumphal coming home. Thp June sun was pouring down a flood of rich golden noontide light, incense seemed to rise from the fragrant flowers, and the bells were pealing merrily, when the delighted crowd first caught sight of the carriage. It was driven slowly along—perhaps Mr. Clements had ordered it, that the eyes of the people might dwell with delight on the lovely face of the young girl. Then well-trained servants came to the carriage-door and opened it. As the young girl descended there arose another ringing cheer, the bells pealed out afresh, the music came in strong, sweet waves of sound. “Welcome home—welcome, Lady Charnleigh!” the people shouted, and she stood quite still on the broad stone step. Her face had grown pale with emotion, but there was no sign of weakness or of tears. Then Mr. Clements took her hand and led her forward; in his heart he felt that it was a lonely coming home for her, with no friend, no relative, no mother or sister to meet her on the threshold of her new life, and bid her “God-speed.” He took her hand and led her to where the June sunbeams fell on her. “Lady Charnleigh bids me thank you," he said, “for the welcome you have given her; and she bids me say that the nearest and dearest interest in her heart will be yours. ” “Heaven do to me as I do to them," he heard her say, gently. Then she smiled and bowed with a grace that seemed all her own, and the great doors were thrown open.

Again Mr. Clements was master of the ceremonies. The housekeeper. Mrs. Fearon, made her most respectful salutation to Lady Charnleigh, and mentioned her long years of service. Lady Charnleigh held out her hand with a smile, and so won her heart forever. Then the butler, Mr. Clarkson, came forward, and received the gracious words with which the new mistress of Crown Leighton inaugurated her reign. I thank you for your welcome,” she said, in a voice as clear and sweet as the sound of a silver belt “I am quite sure you will all do your duty to me, and I, in return, willdo mine to you.” After which little impromptu speech there was not a servant in Crown Leighton who would not have laid down their life for the kindly young countess. CHAPTER VIII. Four hours later Leonie, Lady Charnleigh, was seated in the sumptuous drawing-room at Crown Leighton. She had in seme measure recovered from the fierce, wild excitement of finding herself mistress of that magnificent home. A recherche dinner had been served in the dining-room; the gold and silver plate—the pride of the Charnleighs for many generations—had been used, and looked at in wonder. Before she took her seat as head of the table, she went to Lady Fanshawe with a sweet humility tnat would have touched any one.

“I know nothing, ” she said, “of the little ceremonies and the etiquette needful to be understood by the lady of such a house as this. Will you teach me?” Lady Fanshawe looked earnestly at her, to see whether the humility was real or feigned; then she fell to admiring her young relative when she found that the wealthy heiress, the mistress of all the grandeur around, was anxious and willing to be taught as a child. The result of Lady Fanshawe’s lesson was that, when the young Countess of Charnleigh afterward took her seat, she made no mistakes, but went through the ordeal as though she had been head of the establishment for twenty years. Even Mr. Clements, who gave her credit for being one of the most gifted of girls, could not understand now she had so quickly fallen int j the ways and manners of the elite of society. “Women so soon adapt themselves to new circumstances, ” he thought. “In her place I should have been awkward and ill at ease.” That ordeal was over. No young lady born to be a duchess could have gone through it with greater dignity and grace; and now the ladies had retired to the drawing-room, while Mr. Clements lingered over a bottle of claret of choice vintage. The sun was still shining, and the odor of flowers came in through the open windows. Lady Charnleigh was seated with a book in her hands, but she had neither read a line nor turned a page; her beautiful violet eyes were turned on the glorious and well-kept lawns.

“You found everything in order, I hope, Lady Charnleigh?” said Lady Fanshawe. “Tne young parson I engaged as your maid has been in the Duchess of Moretoun’s service; she will suit you, I think.” “She seems to understand her duties,” was the reply, and the faintest shadow of a smile rippled over the lovely lips. Only two short weeks ago she had assisted in dressing others; now the maid of a duchess was hardly thought good enough for her. “The evening is still so bright, and will be so long," said Miss Templeton, “we might go round the house if Lady Charnleigh is not too tired.” “There is nothing I should like se much, ” responded the young Countess, rising from her seat. Mrs. Fearon was summoned, and Mr. Clements, hearing what was proposed, offered to join the expedition. Presently the party went to the library, which was said to contain some of the choicest literary gems in England, and afterward visited the sunny rooms that looked toward the west — the suite of apartments set aside for the use of visitors. Here Mr. Clements left them to hold a long conversation on business matters with Mr. Dunscombe, and the ladies went to examine what was perhaps one of the greatest curiosities of Crown Leighton the enormous wardrobe, containing the treasures in silks, satins, velvets, and priceless lace that had belonged to former Ladies Charnleigh. There were jewel-cases filled with precious stones, old-fashioned in setting, and almost priceless in value. Miss Templeton looked until she declared her eyes ached, and she could look no longer. “This." said the housekeeper, opening the door of a small room, “was the late Earl’s favorite apartment; he .preferred it to any other.” Lady Charnleigh wondered why. It was not very cheerful, nor was it luxurious. Just at that moment the western sunbeams filled it, and they fell on a picture of such grave and vivid beauty that she was startled by it. It was the portrait of a young man; but the face struck her as no other face had ever done. She could have imagined Sir Lancelot had such a one, or any of her favorite heroes; it was dark, grand, passionate, and noble, with a melancholy, patrician beauty words could never paint; the eyes were dark and dreamy, with fire ana passion in their depths; the brow was a square, Grecian one, with clustering hair brushed from it; the lips were firmly closed and grave, yet with lines round them that spoke of smiles sweet and gracious as a woman's; the whole face gave the idea of veiled passion and sleeping strength, or magnificent manhood not yet fully developed. Leonie, Lady Charnleigh, stood almost motionless before this picture; its dark, passionate beauty enchained her. There was nothing about it to denote whom it represented. She turned to Mrs. Fearon, who stood ready to answer any questions that might be asked,

“What picture is that?” she inquired. . There was a half-reluctant expression on the housekeeper's face as she replied: “It is the portrait, I believe, of a relative of the late Earl’s.” The young Countess lookqd at it again. “But who is if? Is he living? What , is his name?” I “It is Captain Paul Flemyng; he is an officer in the army,” was the reply, still reluctantly given. Lady Cnarnleigh did not seek to repress the cry that rose to her lips. “Captain Paul Flemyng!” She looked again at the handsome face. This was the man, then, who but for her would have been Earl of Charnleigh, whom she had unconsciously and innocently deprived of this princely inheritance. She looked with additional interest at the beautiful face.

“He is very handsome,” she said to herself, gently. “He would have made a noble Earl.”

Even as she said the words she was conscious that the housekeeper’s eyes were fixed with some curiosity on her face,and she turned abruptly away. Many times that evening her

thoughts went back to that splendid face, worthy of Velasquez. But on the day following she found no more time for dreaming. Her table was covered with cards; the drawing-room was never without visitors. The full tide: of life had set in, and Leonie, Countesa of Charnleigh, woke to find herself famous.

CHAPTER IX. The sun was shining brilliantly over the blue sea and the white rocks of Malta. The day was warm and sultry, the air heavy with the scent of flowers and the odor of the sea. It was a day when work is a toil and idleness a pleasure. Two gentlemen were seated on a ledge of rock overlooking the heaving waters. “I never could bear much heat, ” said one of them, Major St. John; “I hope our regiment will not be ordered to India. I would rather go to the North Pole.” “All places are alike to me.” observed his companion, Captain Paul Flemyng, serenely, “and all climates the same. ” “I could be as calmly indifferent if I had the prospect of an earldom with a good many thousand per annum. Philosophy, under such circumstances, is no virtue.” “I am not at all sure of my prospects,” commented Capt. Flemyng; “they seem very uncertain. At any time 1 may hearthat some one has been discovered whose claims are nearer than mine; then there will be a long farewell to all my greatness.” He could not have spoken more indifferently had the subject been one foreign to his interest. Maj. St. John laughed. “You do not seem very anxious about it,” he said. The dark, handsome face flushed, and then grew pale; a light gleamed in the dark eyes, and then died away. “Do not misjudge me,” he rejoined. “Crown Leighton is a grand inheritance; Charnleigh is a glorious name. If they should both ba mine, no man would be prouder of them. I would live so as to do honor to them. I would make a good and noble use of the vast wealth intrusted to me. But, if they are not to be mine, I cheerfully forego them.”

“Well, from my heart I wish you success. I hope I may greet you one day as L or d Charnleigh, of Crown Leighton. Jesting apart, they will not find one more worthy of the name.” “Thank you,” said Captain Flemyng, gravely; “a noble name should make a noble man.” |TO BE CONTINUKD.I

A JAPANESE POSTOFFICE.

How the Mall Is Handled In the Land of the Mikado. The interior of a Japanese postoffice is interesting not only from the lack ol mechanical appliances, but also from the great number of hands employed, as is customary in Eastern countries where labor is so cheap. First there is the posting office, with the curious sallow little faces crowded into the 12x12 window space. Next comes the stamping room, each table surrounded by busy workers who look like women with their pinned-up queues, and full nether garments,. The letters are slowly and methodically stamped, one at a time, with a big modern stencil, much like a miniature churn-dasher, and then consigned to a chute running from the table into baskets on the floor. The baskets are taken up when full by boys and taken to the inspection room and thence to the distribution room. Here before long tiers of shelves above great tables, the clerks are busy as bees and silent as the grave; they are not allowed to talk—blessed precaution against blunders. The foreign and domestic mails are then divided, and the next step is the assorting and the registry rooms, where the mail is done up in small brown bags. In the mailing room the clerks wear full European dress. At the door is the foreign mail cart, a dray consisting of floor and high sides and ends of bright red slats. In this the bags are laid carefully, and a coolie starts in at a trot and lands it at the dock, where it is transferred, by an important, uniformed Jap, to the mail steamer.

But the home collecting and delivery service is far more picturesque. The collector uses a hand cart and two boys. At regular intervals on the road are boxes similar to American patrol boxes, but only about a tenth as large. The mail has been shot into them from the openings on each side of the gable roof, and the collector has to unlock a little door near the ground and extract the mail from below.

Disastrous Tornadoes.

The firsttornqflo recorded in America dates nack to the May of 1761. South Carolina was the district then afflicted. In 1840 a tornado struck Natchez, Miss., tearing houses into fragments, killing 317 people, carrying some of them long distances through the air, seriously injuring 109 others, sinking between sixty and seventy vessels, flooding the city to the depth oi a foot, and passing off within four minutes from the instant that it made its first appearance. In 1842 another tornado visited Natchez with even more disastrous results, leaving behind it upon this occasion between four and five hundred dead.

For nearly forty years there was a cessation of these visitations, namely, until April 18, 1880, when Marshfield, in Ozark Township, the capital of Webster County, Mo., was totally destroyed by a cyclone that struck it and left it in five minutes. At that time Marshfield had a population of 655 only, but it was an enterprising town, with an unusually large number of houses for its population. After the cyclone had passed, ICO of its population had been killed, and of the remaining 555 every individual was seriously injured. Previous to the experience of a week ago, the most destructive tornado the United States has experienced was probably that which struck Louisville, Ky., and the neighboring States on the afternoon of March 27, 1890. The tornado, accompanied by a terrific rain, entered the city of Louisville at one side, passed through, leaving it at the opposite side, and in its wake two square miles of prostrate buildings, one hundred dead, and a vast amount of suffering.

Europe’s Twenty Million Soldiers.

It is estimated by Major General Tarrell that whereas at the time of the Crimean war, the last European struggle in which this country was engaged, the aggregate strength of the armies of the great powers of Europe did not exceed 3,000,000 in round numbers, today it is more than 20,000,000. Without including tne final reserves and only reckoning those men who have been thoroughly trained as soldiers and are liable for service beyond the frontiers, Russia has in round numbers 5,000,000, of men, France and Germany 4,000,000, Austria 2,500,000, and Italy 2,000,000. And these numbers are being continually increased. Lately France, by lengthening the duration of liability to service from a period of twenty to twenty-five years, made an enormous addition to her military strength, and the present German army bill contemplates a large increase in the numbers o> the German army.— London Nows.

PULLED BY LIGHTNING.

How the Intramural “L” I« Operated at the 'World’s Fair. In the Intramual Railway and its operation the public visiting the World’s Fair found one of its strongest attractions. The remarkable extent of ground embraced within the boundaries of the Columbian Exposition rendered the question of adequate and satisfactory transportation one of considerable gravity. The idea of using surface cars could not be entertained, and this left but one alternative—an elevated read. As the Exposition was to be symbolical of the highest point reached by nineteenth century civilization, the operation of the road by steam was out of the question, and the plan Anally adopted was an electric elevated railroad running almost entirely around the Fair and obtruding itself as little as possible. The line, consisting of 14,800 feet of double track and 1,900 feet of single track, was not laid out until after the work of construction had been begun on

INTRAMURAL ELECTRIC ELEVATED ROAD AT THE WORLD’S FAIR.

nearly all the Fair buildings and many of them completed, and the line is necessarily circuitous. The exhibit in this power house is the most complete single exhibit of advanced types of mechanical and electrical machinery in motion at the Fair. In the center of the building stands the electrical wonder of the Fair, and, indeed, the electrical wonder of the world—the great 12-pole, 1,500 kilowatt electrical generator, coupled directly to the huge 2.400horse power Corliss engine. This generator is the largest ever constructed, and although it is rated at 1,500 k. w., -or abou 12,100-horse power, it can be operated to give 3,000-horse power under emergencies. Its tremendous size precluded the possibility of its shipment complete to the Fair. The different parts were, therefore, sh pped separately, and were put together for the first time in the power house itself. The transportation service is effected by trains running at four-min-ute intervals, each train consisting of a motor car and three trailers, the trains weighing sixty-three tons each,

2,100-HOUSE—POWER DYNAMO, WITH FLYWHEEL 18 FEET HIGH.

seating 280 people, and the cars being of the same length as those generally used on elevated roads—about forty-five feet from end to end. The weight of these trains, as compared with a train drawn in the usual way by a locomotive, shows a saving of about twenty tons dead weight. The cars are open, with doors in each side opening at the seats. By means of a lever at the end of the car all the doors are opened or closed simultaneously, and one man opens the doors of two cars. Thus three men only—one motorman and two conductors—suffice to operate the train, where five would be required in ordinary steam elevated service. The motor cars and trailers are each forty-six feet long. The motors are the most powerful railway motors yet constructed, developing 133-horse-power each. They are geared for a speed of thirty miles an hour.

IZAAK WALTON’S BIRTHPLACE.

Where the Quaint Old Fisherman Is Supposed to Have Been Bora. It Is 300 years since Izaak Walton was born, and it is fitting that the tercentenary of bis birth should have been celebrated in this country and

IZAAK WALTON’S BIRTHPLACE

Europe. As much of the life of this most interesting character seems to be enshrouded in impenetrable gloom, anything pertaining to his life and character is at this timj particularly interesting. We print an illustration of the old house in East Gate street, Stafford, England, where he is supposed to have been born. It was here that he probably spent the early days of his youth, following industriously his favorite pastime of Ashing in a near-by brook.

Widows of Generals.

Several widows of great generals residing in New York lead queer lives and do droll things. One of this class makes her home in a down town hotel, and, to save trouble and expense as well as linen, does part of her own laundry work. Admiring residents in the neighborhood always know the location of her room by the handkerchiefs, Cjllars and cuffs that cling to the window pane early in the morning. No one ever sees the linen set hung on the glass or peeled off “bone dry,” but it is there every morning that the distinguished lady is in town. A second soldier widow is a oussy-cat sympathizer. Any hot night that she happens to be in town she may be seen strolling along the deserted streets of that section of the city made famous by F. Hopkinson Smith and A. Janvier with a gardenpot of water in one hand and a stock of paper cups in the other, calling in soft, persuasive tones. “Here, pussy, pussy, pussy." The third grand dame of singular proclivities has an

owlish fancy for quiet gloom. She lives alone, although abundantly blessed with kith and kin, and the rooms in her stately house are in such perpetual low light that the visitor finds it necessary to advance with his or her hands outstretched. She is never without diamond ornaments, although it is said on authority of personal observation that she spends half her life in her dining room, sitting in her stockings, reading the daily papers.—Troy Times.

WILL OUR GIRLS FOLLOW?

Parisian Women HicycHsts Have Discarded Skirts for Trouser*. The latest craze among the feminine population of Paris, or rather among those who style themselves “bicycle women.” is to wear trousers. This fad has been carried to such lengths as to call forth controversies from eminent people, some of whom express themselves as being decisively against women riding at all, while others declare that they should ride by all means, and, if they prefer, in

trousers and leggings or gay stockings. In the illustrations a few of the favorite Parisian costumes for bicycling are depicted. They are made

PARISIAN BICYCLE COSTUMES. [One of dove-colored serge and one of brown Scotch tweed.]

in various colors, navy blue, russet, dove color, or tan, and all are shortskirted with pantaloons, or else there Is no skirt at all except that belonging to the coat. One, in dove color, has a close-fitting coat with wide lapels opening over a white shirtfront, full trousers, leggings and a sailor hat made of the same dovecolored cloth. Another has a coat of dark-brown corduroy over light tan trousers, and still another is russet from head to foot—hat, shoes, belt, leggings and all. The interesting

PARISIAN BICYCLE COSTUMES. [One of light gray corduroy and one of a com bination of navy blue and gray.)

question now is: Will our American girls fall in line with their French sisters ?

An Unwise Plan.

“I learned to take quinine just about the time that I discovered my wife was a scold,” said a married man. “One do-e was as bitter as ths other; now I can swallow either without giving it a thought.” Not a very gallant speech, but wonderfully suggestive. The most deluded mortai in the world is the woman who fancies that much is gained by scold, ing or whining or complaining. She may seem to gain her ends for a while (for at first one will do most anything to avoid swallowing a bitter dose), but if she would stop to consider, she would soon discover thatevery day she had better cause for scolding or whiningor complaining, which ever method she adopts, and that, as the months roll by, an ever increasing amount is required to accomplish the same result. The scolding woman has things her own way at the cost of a vast expenditure of nervous strength—much more than the object to be gained is worth. Why cannot she realize that, and adopt some pleasanter method?

Singular Proclamations to the Dead. There have been delivered to certain persons through the postofflce during the last week notices which, aside from their solemnity, are somewhat ludicrous. Here is one of them, addressed to a former citizen, who ia now, it is hoped, in a better land than this: “You are hereby notified that, pursuant to the statute in that behalf, a court of revision of the voters’ list for the municipality of the city of St. Catharines, for the year 1893, will be held by the judge of the county of Lincoln, at the court-house in the city of St. Catharines, on the sth day of September, 1893, at 10 a. m.; and you are requested to appear at the said court, for that ha:h complained that your name is wrongfully Inserted in the said voters’ list, because you are dead.”—St. Catharines Star.

Mme. Scaix3hi, the operatic singer, has a collection of eleven parrots in her home at Turin, Italy. The parrots are accomplished birds, and among them speak all the languages of modern Europe. They all talk at once, too, so that there is nothing remarkable in the fact that Signor Lolli, the diva's husband, prefers to spend most of his time outdoors trimming his grape vines or cultivating his garlic beds.

The fighting arena at Roby ought not to be sold by the Sheriff until the Board of Lady Managers has a chance to bid on it.

INDIANA STATE NEWS.

OCCURRENCES DURING THE PAST WEEK. An Interesting Summary of the More Important Doings of Our Neighbors—Wed. dings and Deaths—Crimes, Casualties and General News Notes of the State. Hoosier Happenings There are 600 convicts in Jeffersonville prison. According to the assessor’s report Hancock County has 1,252 dogs. Clifford Pine, 5, fell in a watering trough at Crown Point, and was drowned. THIEVES looted the hardware store of Haskell & Cook Brothers, at Fortville. Josiah Antrim, 74, and Mrs. Nancy Sharp, 70, were married at Marion. Case of love at first sight and brief courtship. Barney Stewart, a prominent lawyer, residing at Wakarusa, fell from a tree and received injuries wich will prove fatal. Thomas Boyer, while lying in a drunken sleep on the O. & M. Railroad at Vincennes, was struck by a switch engine and instantly killed.

Jacob Rinhart of Elwood, who stabbed saloon-keeper John Clancy during a light, was given two years in the penitentiary, at Anderson. The twenty-fourth annual State Convention of the Young Mens' Christian Association, of Indiana, will be held at Marion,-November 2 to 5. Joseph Hendely, a miner, aged thirty years, unmarried, was so badly crushed by falling slate in Crawford’s ■Mine, No. 5, Brazil, that ho will die. The farm residence and contents of Adamson B. Wiles, northwest of Noblesville, was burned, involving a loss of $1,500; insured in the Ohio Farmer’s for SI,OOO. Mr. and Mrs. John Hill of Bedford, up to last week, had five children; now they havejeight -triplets,two sons and a daughter, being born to Mrs. H. a day or so since. Hays Hunter was riding with his sweetheart, Miss Clatha Cornett, near Bedford, when they quarreled. He pulled a revolver and asked her to shoot him. She refused and he shot himself in the mouth. Ho will die. Howard Dill, a very jxipular young man living three miles oast of Brooklyn, accidentally shot himself through the breast and lung with a plstfthwhile out buggy riding with his sweetheart, Miss Sadie Hobson. It is feared ho cannot live. Du. Lampton, an eminent surgeon of Chicago, mot with a very serious accident at Rocktort, which may result in his death. He arrived on the night train, and, going to the Veranda Hotel, made a misstep on entering, fell and broke his hip. Dr. Lampton is a very large man, weighing about 225 pounds, which makes his recovery the more difficult.

Mrs. Anna Thompson, residing at Guion, was horribly mangled and instantly killed by being struck by a freight engine on the Big Four Road. She had been visiting a friend just across the track, and was on her return homo when the accident occurred. Her skull was badly crushed and her right leg broken in four places. She was 50 years of ago, and leaves a family. John Kohl, while hunting near Madison, chased a squirrel into a thick wild grape cluster, and mistook his nephew, Ed. Kohl, aged 14, who had climbed after grapes, for the squirrel. Neither knew the other was in the woods. Ed was riddled with shot in the arms, breast, and near his eyes, and fell heavily to the ground. Two physicians were called. His recovery 'is doubtfql. Dr. Frederick Thayer, a wellknown physician and proprietor of the lying-in hospital in Fort Wayne, was arrested on an affidavit, sworn to by Postoffice Inspector Lawrence Leatherman, charging him with mailing a letter in the postoffice having upon it a Columbian stump which had already been used and showed plainly the impression of the original canceling mark. He was taking before United States Commissioner Leonard, who admitted him to bail until his trial. Much excitement was created at the county jail at Brazil by the attempted escape of Noah King,a notorious crook, who is in jail charged with larceny and attempting to wreck and rob a passenger train on the Vandalia. He was being interviewed by a St. Louis detective, when ho suddenly jumped out of an open window and ran east on the National road. The Sheriff, two deputies and the detective followed in close pursuit, shooting at the fugitive, who after running two miles saw his escape was impossible and gave up. He is now locked in a dark cell, whore he will be kept till the Superior Court convenes next month. Last week Mr. and Mrs. Jesse Andrew of West Lafayette, celebrated the sixty-fifth anniversary of their marriage. All day the homo of this venerable couple was thronged by neighbors and friends, who called to mingle their congratulations and express their good wishes for the future. Tho guests were presented with neat little souvenirs in tho shape of bits of satin, on which was printed in gold the figures 1828-1893. Mr. and Mrs. Andrews wore both born in Pennsylvania, the former in 1806 and the latter in 1808. They were married near where Hamilton, Ohio, is now located. Mr. Andrew camo to Lafayette when the place had but 260 inhabitants, afterward returning to Ohio to bo married. At that time Lafayette was know,p,, as the “little town on the Wabash River, opposite two big trees.” The aged couple have resided there ever since, enjoying tho respect and confidence of the entire community. The 12-year-old son of William Leslie of Seymour, was playing with several companions in the Ohio & Mississipi yards, when he boarded an outgoing freight train to take a ride. In passing the coal elevator he was knocked off the car by coming in contact with an obstruction and ran over by the train. His right leg was cut off between the knee and the ankle, and the left thigh was badly crushed. He was taken to the office of Surgeon W. N. Casey, where he was cared for and made as comfortable as possible. He lingered in great agony for a few hours, when he died.

Three weeks ago Henry Bierman, one of the workmen employed on the abutment of the bridge now in process of construction across the Wabash at Delphi, fell and sustained painful injuries. He wen to work again the other day, and fell from the same abutment. His injuries are now probably fatal. Domestic money order oftices have been established in Indiana as follows: At Fountaintown,Shelby County; Farmers’ Rretreat, Dearborn County; Hancock, Harrison County; Marshfield, Warren county; Tangier, Parke County; Warrington, Hancock County. International money order offices have been established at Garrett, DeKalb County, and Spencer, Owen County.

BLOWN THROUGH A HOUSE.

A Tree's Strange Experience In an Indiana Cyclone. A cyclonestruck Bedford, Ind., one night recently amj did considerably damage to crops and buildings. the Peerless quarry, five miles north.

STRANGE FREAK OF A CYCLONE.

ftf the city, a large sugar tree was torn up by the roots and blown through a house in which a man, his wife and eight children were sleeping. Strange to say, not one of them was Injured further than a few scratches caused by the branches as they were knocked out of bed.

Before They Knew It.

Joseph Thomas, a lawyer in th, State of Maine, at the beginning ol this century, was a man of considerable reputation as a wag. A couple were anxious to bo married, and as there was no minister at hand, they waited upon Mr. Thomas, who, as a magistrate, was authorized to perform the marriage ceremony. lie was busy writing as they entered, but paused to inquire what they wanted. Addressing himself to the man, he asked if he wished to take that woman for a wife, and next, turning to the woman, he Inquired whether she wished to take that man for her husband. Thon he went on with bis writing. Tho parties sat still, and waited until their patience was exhausted. Finally, the man ventured to in terrupt Mr. Thomas, and tell him they were in a great hurry. "Why don’t you go along, then?* answered tho Judge. “But wo want to bo married first." "Married? You have been married more than half an hour.” Ho explained the requirements oi the law, and tho couple withdrew, not without some misgivings, it is to bo feared, as to tho validity of a ceremony which had boen so uriceremon, lously performed. They had certa’n. ly been married in haste, but there is no record that they repented at leisure.

When Mussulman and Hindoo Fight

Tho odd feature in these riots is their immediate cause. This is always reported to be “cow killing,’ but Mussulmans kill oxen all the year round for food and so do the Europeans. Tho grievance is not that, but a display of tho old feeling of ascendancy on the part of the Mussulmans, who, on tho day of their festival, kill a cow close to a temple in token of high religious defiance. Thon the Hindoos, who do not mind about tho killings during the rest of |ho year, turn out armed, and there is a battle royal, which, but for the English, would in twenty-four hours, develop Into a religious war. The English, however, toll tho police to fire impartially on loth rects, and the police, though they are themselves Mussulmans and Hindoos, do it with delight, and there is peace and good feeling for the ensuing year. | If this is not a state of affairs to puzzle Englishmen there is no such state; but Irishmen would understand it at once. Tho armed police in Ireland in a “religious” row plays Just the part It plays in India, only, being English in discipline and armament. it takes fewer lives.—The Spectator.

Aim in Life.

There are some people, keen, inter llgent, energetic, having a distinct alm in life and following it closely, but wrapped up in themselves and regardless of others, except as they can use them for their own benefit Their experience seems to afford them no opening into the lives of others, their struggles do not teach them how to help others, their joys and sorrows do not enable them to sympathize with others. They are, in the words of a recent writer, as “bright and sharp as needles, and they are as hard and narrow.” This exclusive devotion to self, however intense and eager, misses its aim. For as we cannot truly help others while neglecting our own proper business, so we cannot do our own work in the best way while neglecting our duties to other people. The experience that we gain through sympathy reacts to make our own lives richer and our own labors more effective.

Economy.

A gifted authoress tells us that it takes a heroine to be economical, for will not many a woman rather run in debt for a bonnet than wear her old one a year behind the mode!— give a ball, and stint the family dinner a month after?—take a large house and furnish handsome recep-tion-rooms, while her household huddle together anyhow? She prefers this a hundred times to stating plainly, by word or manner: "My income is so much a year—l don’t care who knows it—it will not allow me to live beyond a certain rate, it will not keep comfortably both my family and my acquaintances—therefore, excuse my preferring the comfort of my family to the entertainment of my acquaintances. And, society, if you choose to look upon us. you must just take us as we are, without any pretenses of any kind, or you may shut the door and say good-by at once.”

Jones Knew His Weakness.

Somebody challenged Jones to fight a duel, thinking to scare, him. “Well, it’s a go,” replied that cheerful lunatic, “but only on one condition. You know how near-sighted I am? Well, to make things equal I insist that I shall be placed ten paces nearer my opponent than he is to me, for the fellow’s got am eye like a. hawk." 1 '