Democratic Sentinel, Volume 17, Number 44, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 17 November 1893 — Telegraphic Clicks. [ARTICLE]

Telegraphic Clicks.

Comptroller Eckels has authorized the National Bank of South Pennsylvania at Hyndman, Pa., to reopen for business. Frederick P. Young, formerly of Springfield, Mo., confessed at Denver, Col., that he had been a thief for twenty years. At Buck Creek, Ind., Edward Cool ended a carousal by shooting Luke Lowe and Obadiah Haller and cutting his own throat. J. K. Payne, who had informed on a number of illicit distillers in Winston County, Alabama, was riddled with bullets by unknown men. Twelve highwaymen who robbed a mail coach and plundered the passengers near Rome were surprised in a farm-house and captured. George C. Lesquereux, son of the well-known geologist, was arrested at Columbus, Ohio, for concealing in his house goods stolen from freight cars. Capt. “Jack" Adams, Commander-in-chief of the G. A. R., who has been seriously ill in Chicago for several weeks, has arrived at his home in Lynn, Mass. The annual report of the Mississippi River Commission contains estimates aggregating $4,420,0C0 for carrying on the works under its charge for the fiscal year 1695. Clark K. Royce, ex-Treasurer of the Veterans’ Home Association of California, was sentenced to seven years in the State prison at San Francisco for embezzlement.

The Supreme Court of Missouri has decided that the elders were the constituted authority to employ a pastor. The case was that of the Christian Church at Neiper, Mo. Henry Kunkle, residing at Camden, Pa., quarreled with his wife at breakfast and shot himself through the head. His father killed himself in the same manner eight years ago. The store of Sam Harris, the largest retail furniture dealer in Pittsburg, Kas., was closed by creditors. An indiscriminate credit business and poor collections are the cause. Liabilities, $30,000. The Slow Waiter (who has been tardily delivering dinner to a guest) —“l’m afraid I. can’t give you any watermelon, sir. Those we got ain’t ripe.” The Guest—“ Never mind. It’ll be ripe by the time get you here.”—Chicago Record. McSwatters—“You say that he’s no poet; how do you know?” McSwifcters—“Why, man, he can’t get his poems published anywhere but in the magazines!*—Syracuse Journal.