Democratic Sentinel, Volume 18, Number 15, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 27 April 1894 — Page 3

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CHAPTER V. THE DREAM IB ENDED. Mrs. Walsingham wrote to Gilbert Sinclair, immediately after Mr. Wyatt’s departure, a few ha-sty lines begging him to come to her without delay. “Something has occurred,” she ■wrote, “an event of supreme importance. I will tell you nothing more till we meet.” She dispatched her groom to the Albany with this note, and then waited with intense impatience for Gilbert Sinclair's coming. If he were at home, it ■was scarcely possible he would refuse to come to her. “I shall know the worst very soon, ” she said to herself, as she sat behind the flowers that shaded her window. "After to-day there shall be no uncertainty between us —no further reservation on my part—no more acting on his. He shall find that lam not his dupe, to be fooled to the last point, and to be taken bv surprise some fine morning by the announcement of his marriage in the Times. ” Mr. Sinclair was not at home when note was delivered, but between 2 and 3 o’clock in the afternoon his thundering knock assailed the dodr, and he came into the room announced. In spite of the previous night's ball he had ridden fifteen miles into the country that morning to attend a sale of hunters, and was looking flushed with his long ride. “What on earth is the matter, Clara?” he asked. “I have been out since 8 o’clock. Poor Townley’s stud was sold off this morning at a pretty little place he had beyond Barnet, and I rode down there to see if there was anything worth bidding for, I might have saved myself the trouble, for I never saw such a pack of screws. The ride was pleasant enough, however.” “I wonder you were out so early after last night’s dance.” “Oh, you’ve seen my name down among the swells,” he answered, with rather a forced laugh. “Yes, I was hard at it last night, no end of waltzes and galops. But. you know, late hours never make much difference to me.”

“Was it a very pleasant party?" “The usual thing—too many people for the rooms. ” “Your favorite, Miss Clanyarde, was there, I see.” “Yes; the Clanyardes were there. But I suppose you haven’t sent for me to ask questions about Lady Deptford's ball? I thought by your letter something serious had happened. ” “Something serious has happened. My husband is dead.” She said the words very slowly, with her eyes fixed on Gilbert Sinclair’s face. The florid color faded suddenly out of his cheeks, and left him ghastly pale. Of all the events within the range of probability, this was the last he had expected to hear of, and the most unwelcome. “Indeed!” he stammered, after an awkward pause. “I suppose I ought to congratulate you on the recovery of your freedom?” “I am very glad to be free.” “What did he die of—Colonel Waleingham? And how did you get the news?” ' “Through a foreign paper. He was killed in a duel. * * 4 And then she repeated the contents of the paragraph James Wyatt had read to her. “Is the news correct, do you think? No mistake about the identity of the person in question?” “None whatever, I am convinced. However, I shall drive into the city presently and see the solicitor who arranged our separation. I know the Colonel was in the habit of corresponding with him, and no doubt he will be able to give official intelligence of the event.” After this there came another pause, more awkward than the first. Gilbert sat with his eyes fixed upon the carpet, tracing out the figures of it meditatively with his stick, with an air of study as profound as if he had been an art designer bent upon achieving some novel combination of form and color. Clara Walsingham sat opposite to him, waiting for him to speak, with a pale, rigid face that grew more stony-fook-ing as the silence continued. That silence became at last quite unendurable, and Gilbert felt himself obliged to say something, no matter what. “Does this business make any alteration in your circumstances?” Gilbert asked, with a faint show of interest. “Only for the better,, I surrendered to the Colonel the income of one of the estates my father left me, in order to bribe him into consenting to' a separation. Henceforward the income will be mine. My poor father took pains to secure me from the possibility of being ruined by a husband. My fortune was wholly at my own disposal, but I was willing to make the surrender in •question in exchange for my liberty.” “I am glad to find that you will be so well off,” said Mr. Sinclair, still engrossed by the pattern of the carpet. “Is that all you have to say?” “What more can I say upon the subject?” . “There was a time when you would have said a great deal more. ” “Very likely,” answered, Gilbert, bluntly; “but then, you see, that time is past and gorie. What is it Friar Bacon’s brazen head said, ‘Time is, time was, time's 1 past?’ Come, Clara, it is very little use for you and me to play at cross-purposes. Why did you send for me in such hot haste to tell me of your husband’s death?” “Became I had reason to consider the news would be as welcome to you as it was to me. ” “That might have been so if the •event had happened a year or two ago; unhappily your release comes too late for my welfare. You accused me the other day of intending to jilt you. I think that was scarcely fair when it is remembered how long I was contented to remain your devoted slave, patiently waiting for something better than slavery. There is a limit to all things, however, and I confess the bondage became a little irksome at last, and I began to lot k in other directions for the happiness of my future life." “Does that mean that you are going to be married?”

BY HISS M E BRADDON

“It does.” “The lady is Miss Clanyarde, I conclude,” said Mrs. Walsingham. Her breathing was a little hurried, but there was no other outward sign of the storm that raged within. “Yes, the lady is Constance Clanyarde. And now, my dear Clara, let me entreat you to be reasonable, and to consider how long I waited for the chance that has come at last too late to be of any avail, so far as I am concerned. lam not coxcomb enough to fear that you will regret me very much, and I am sure you know that I shall always regard you with the warmest friendship and admiration. With your splendid attractions you will have plenty of opportunities in the matrimonial line, and will have, I dare say, little reason to lament my secession. ” Clara Walsingham looked at him with unutterable scorn. “And I once gave you credit for a heart, Gilbert Sinclair,” she raid. “Well, the dream is ended.” “Don't let us part ill-friends, Clara. Say you wish me well in my new life.” “I cannot say anything so false. No, Gilbert, I will not take your hand. There can be no such thing as friendship between you and me.” “That seems rather hard,” answered Sinclair in a sulky tone. “But let it be as you please. Good-by.” “Good-morning, Mr. Sinclair." Mrs. Walsingham rang the bell, but before her summons could be answered Gilbert Sinclair had gone out of the house. He walked back to the Albany in a very gloomy frame of mind, thinking it a hard thing that Col. Walsingham should have chosen this crisis for his death. He was glad that the interview was over, and that Clara knew what she had to expect, but he felt an uneasy sense that the business was not yet finished. “She took it pretty quietly, upon the whole,” he said to himself: “but there was a look in her eyes that I didn't like. ” Mrs. Walsingham called on her late husband’s lawyer in the course of the afternoon, and received a confirmation of James Wyatt's news. Her husband’s death increased her income from two to three thousand a year, arising chiefly from landed property which had been purchased by her father, a city tradesman, who had late in life conceived the idea of becoming a country squire, and had died of the dullness incident upon an unrecognized position in the depths of the country. His only daughter’s marriage with Colonel Walsingam had been a severe affliction to him, but he had taken care to settle his money upon her in such a manner as if to secure it from any depredations on the part of her husband.

CHAPTER VI. “ARISE, BLACK VENGEANCE. FROM THY HOLLOW CELL ” The summer had melted into autumn, the London season was over, and the Clanyardes had left their furnished house in Eaton Place, which the Viscount bad taken for the season, to return to Marchbrook, where Gilbert' Sinclair was to follow them as a visitor. He had proposed for Constance, and had been accepted—with much inward rejoicing on the part of the father; with a strange conflict of feeling in the mind of the lady herself. Did she love the man she had promised to marry? Well, no; there was no such feeling as love for Gilbert Sinclair in her mind. She thought him tolerably good-looking, and not exactly disagreeable, and it had been impressed upon her that he was one of the richest men in England —a man who could bestow upon her everything which a well-bred young lady must, by education and nature, desire. The bitter pinch of poverty had been severely felt at Marchbrook, and the Clanyarde girls had been taught, in an indirect kind of way, that they were bound to contribute to the restoration of the family fortunes by judicious marriages. The two elder girls Adelia, and Margaret, had married well—one Sir Henry Erlington, a Sussex baronet, with a very nice place and a comfortable income, the other a rich East Indian merchant, considerably past middle age. But the fortunes of Sir Henry, and Mr. Campion, the merchant, were as nothing compared with the wealth of Gilbert Sinclair; and Lord Clanyarde told his daughter Constance that she would put her sisters to shame by the brilliancy of her marriage. He"flew into a tertible passion when she at first expressed herself disinclined to accept Mr. Sinclair’s offer, and asked her how she dared to fly in the face of Providence by refusing such a splendid destiny. What in Heaven's name did she expect, a girl without a sixpence of her own, and with nothing but her pretty face and aristocratic lineage to recommend her? He sent his wife to talk to her, and Lady Clanyarde, who was a very meek person, and lived in a state of perpetual subservience to her husband, held forth dolefully to her daughter for upward of an hour upon the foolishness and ingratitude of her course. Then came the two married sisters with more lecturing and persuasion, and at last the girl gave way. fairly tired out, and scolded into a kind of desponding submission. So Gilbert Sinclair came one morning to Eaton Place, and finding Miss Clanyarde alone in the drawing-room, made her a sblemn offer of his heart and hand. He had asked her to be his wife before this, and she had put him off with an answer that was almost a refusal. Then had come the lecturing and scolding, and she had been schooled into resignation to a fate that seemed to her irresistible. She told her suitor that she did not love him—that if she accepted him it would be in deference to her father’s wishes, and that she could give him nothing in return for the affection he was so good as to entertain for her. This was enough for Gilbert, who was bent on winning her for his wife in a headstrong, reckless spirit, that made no count of the cost. But as Miss Clanyarde sat by and by with her hand in his, and listened to his protestations of affection, there rose before her the vision of a sac not Gilbert Sinclair’s— a darkly, splendid face, that had looked upon her with such unutterable love one summer day in the shadowy Kentish lane; and she wished that Cyprian Davenant had carried her off to some strange, desolate land, in which they might have lived and died together. “What will he thimc of me when he hears that I have sold myself to this man for the sake of his fortune?" she asked herself. And then she looked up at Gilbert’s face and wondered whether she could ever teach herself to love him, or to be grateful to him for his love. All this had happened within a week of Gilbert’s final interview with Mrs. Walsingham, and in a very short time the fact of Mr. Sinclair’s engagement to Miss Clanyarde was pretty well known to all that gentleman’s iriends and acquaintances. He was very proud of carrying off a girl whose beauty had made a considerable sensation in the past two seasons, and he talked of his matrimonial projects in

a swaggering, boastful way that was eminently distasteful to some of his acquaintances. Men who were familiar with Mr. Sinclair's antecedents shrugged their shoulders ominously when the marriage was discussed, and augured ill for the future happiness of Miss Clanyarde. “Yes ” answered Gilbert, “she’s a lovely girl, isn't she? and of course I'm proud of her affection. It's to be a regular love-match, you know. I wouldn’t marry the handsomest woman in the world if I were not secure on that point. I don t say the father hasn’t an eye to my fortune. He’s a thorough man of the world, and, of course, fully alive to that sort of thing, but Constance is superior to any such conside--ation. If I didn't believe that I would not be such a fool as to stake my happiness on the venture.” “I scarcely fancied you would look at matters from such a sentimental point of view,” said Mr. Wyatt, thoughtfully, “especially as this is by no means your first love. ’ “It is the first love worth speaking of,” answered the other. “I never knew what it was to be passionately in love till I met Constance Clanyarde.” “Not with Mrs. Walsingham?" “No, Jim. I did care for her a good deal once upon a time, but never as I care for Constance. I think if that girl were to play me false I should kill myself. By the way, I’m sure you know more about Cyprian Davenant than you were inclined to confess the other night. I fancy there was some kind of a love affair —some youthful flirtation —between him and Constance. You might as well tell me everything you know about it.” “I know nothing about Miss Clanyarde, and I can tell you nothing about Davenant. He and 1 are old friends, and I am too fully in his confidence to talk of his sentiments or his affairs.” “What a confounded prig you are, Wyatt. But you can’t deny that Davenant was in love with Constance. I don't believe she has ever cared a straw for him, however; and if he should live to come back to England I shall take good care he never darkens my doors. How about that place of his, by the by? Is it in the market?” “Yes; I have received Sir Cyprian's instructions to sell whenever"! see a favorable opportunity. He won't profit much by the sale, poor fellow, for it is mo: tgaged up to the hilt.” “111 look at the place while at Marchbrook, and if I like it I may make you an offer. We shall want something nearer town than the place my father built in the north, but I shall not give up that, either. ” “You can afford a couple of country seats, and you will have a house in town, of course?” “Yes; I have been thinking of Park Lane, but it is so difficult to get anything there. I’ve told the agents what I want, however, and I dare say they’ll find something before long. “When are you to be married?” “Not later than October, I hope. There is not the shadow of a reason for delay.” |TO BE CONTINUED. |

WORSE THAN COOLIES.

Frightful Condition of the Peasants of the Island of Sicily. The condition of the peasants of Sicily, who recently rose against their oppressors and well nigh precipitated a general revolt against the Italian government, is perhaps more wretched than that of any other civilized people in the world. For ages the poorer classes have been the prey of the richer and have been burdened by the most exorbitant taxation, while the rich have generally escaped without any taxation at all. Corruption is rife in every office in the island and justice is a mere mockery, simply depending on who can give the largest bribe. The land is owned by a few noblemen who live in Rome or Palermo and who lease their estates to capitalists known as “gabellotti," or tax extorters. These in their turn divide the estates and sublet them to “subgabellotti,” who again lease the subdivided land piecemeal to the peasants, or, if you wish, farmers. These latter are most shamefully bled. They are permitted to retain but one-quarter of their crops, no matter how poor the yield may be. In addition to this they are compelled to nay on enormous tax and provide themselves with seed and the necessities of life. Reduced to the most abject poverty, the estate-owner “padrone” sometimes lends them money at 53per cent, a year. The day laborer's lot is even worse, if such a thing is possible. The lowest Chinese cooly lives in luxury compared with the Sicilian day laborer. The result of this is that agriculture, which is the chief support of Sicily, has become totally ruined. The petty farmers and peasantry are held in complete slavery by the capitalists and landowners.

Lucky Women Speculators.

“Lucky real-estate speculations are not confined to men in Pittsburg,” said a real-estate agent. “There is one lady in this city who has built and sold more houses in the last three or four years than any one else in the business. She seems most fortunate in her speculations, and often when others, who consider themselves better versed in property, have advised her not to make a venture, she has gone against them, following her own judgment, and, strangely enough, has always succeeded. She has never been known to make a losing deal, and her reputation for good, sound judgment hai caused many persons anxious to invest in dirt and bricks about the city to consult her. I knew of another very lucky woman who is making much money in real-estate deals. She is a typewriter on Fourth avenue and started speculating by selling some lots which were left her by a relative. With this money she bought other property. This she sold at an increase, and so she went on buying and selling until to-day she has nearly 810,000 to her credit. This sum she has amassed in three years, with no capital to start with but two lots, worth, possibly, S2OO. There are many other like instances of lucky women in Pittsburg.”—Pittsburg Dispatch.

A Laugh on the Girls.

A good joke was played on the girls of Marion recently by the young men of that town. The boys had been rather remiss in their attentions to the young ladies and had been “sfagging” it to the theater, parties, etc., until the girls got tired of being left out in the cold and decided to show their independence. Consequently fifteen of the girls hired a box at the theater and made a very charming theater party. The play was, “Wanted: A Husband,” and the girls sat serene through it all, never dreaming that the wicked boys had taken one of the largest flaring posters, “Wanted: A Husband, ” and fastened it around the box so that all the audience might read. —Indianapolis Sentinel. NeptuNe takes 165 years in making its journey around the sun, so that more than a century would have passed away on our earth before it had completed on® year. Neptune is so far away from our earth that, although it is the third largest planet, we cannot see it unless we look through a telescope.

COL. WILLIAM C. P. BRECKINRIDGE. Defendant in the Pollard-Breckinridge Breach of Promise Case.

WEST AFRICAN CUSTOMS.

Some Interesting Features of Native I.lfe Near Sierra Leone. During recent years, owing partly to independent explorers and partly to the operations of European powers in Africa, we have learned much

A BUNDU DEVIL.

land. Here there are some curious customs. The Poro bush is the name of the political meetings of the men, and here all matters relating to peace or war are deliberated. This place, which is merely an encampment in the woods, is sacred to the Poro people and none but a Poro can enter it The opening leading to it through the woods is marked on either side by bunches of a kind of fern. The Bundu bush is the headquarters of the girls, and into one of these retreats no man can ever enter, under punishment of death or slavery. In this Bundu, which is somewhat of a convent, the girls are initiated into the secret country customs pertaining to their sex. Often a girl of 9 or 10 is betrothed before

NATIVE FRENCH AND BRITISH SOLDIERS.

entering the Bundu, and here she remains at the expense of - her fiance until she is of marriageable age. But the Bundu Devil, a “medicine" woman, somewhat corresponding to the Indian medicine man, is the most interesting character in Mendiland. No part of her body may at any time be visible, and she is thus encased in rough native-made cloth—a long shaggy fiber. In each hand she carries a bunch of twigs and with these she goes through a sort of dumb show, as she does no talking. She generally looks after the men and punishes them for misbehavior.

SECTIONAL JIMMY AND NIPPERS.

Two Tools of a Burglar’s Kit Which Are Made by Many Hands. To the eye of an honest man no tool is a burglar’s tool. Were he to find a most approved kit he would merely think that a mechanic had lost his stock in trade. Drills, punches, bits and ordinary jimmies have each almost a counterpart in open daylight work, and only to the sophisticated would it appear that the bits of steel were implements of crime. To those who know, the two distinctive burglar’s tools are the sectional Jimmy and nippers, the first being a steel bar so arranged that it can be unscrewed into several pieces for convenience in carrying. The other is described by the Philadelphia Times as like a pair of curling tongs, the clutching end being armed with little teeth, and is used for turning keys in doors from the outside. The manufacture of these tools is not, as has been supposed, confined exclusively to any set of men. A burglar, desirous of obtaining a kit, will go to a hardware store and purchase drills, brace and bits, punches and wedges, these latter being in a series, from those the thinness of a knife blade to others the thickness of one’s hand. This assortment of seemingly Innocent tools he takes to a mechanic with instructions to temper them to a certain hardness. To another blacksmith he goes, and, drawing a diagram, has a piece of iron made in accordance. Still another makes him a second part, and finally the thief has a “drag” the most powerful and perhaps the most useful tool, from his standpoint, that can be used in opening a safe. It consists of a long screw, with simple iron braces to be attached by a link to the knob of the door. A hole is bored through the

about the customs and habits of the natives of the dark continent. Recently a territory east of Sierra Leone, where the English and the French forces came into accidental and fatal collision, was opened up by the former. It is known as Mendi-

front of the safe by means of a bit, a block is adjusted on the inside, and on this is placed the point of the screw, which Is turned by a crank. As the screw revolves it penetrates further and further until the back is reached. Then, as the tremendous pressure continues, something has to give, the front generally being ripped out. This apparatus, in addition to its simplicity and quick work, has the advantage of being noiseless.

GO TO SLAVERY WILLINGLY.

To Enter a Harem 1* the Height of a Circassian Ulrl's Ambition. Far from dreading .their sale, says a writer in the Popular Science Monthly, the girls of Circassia look forward to it as the greatest opportunity of their lives. They go to seek it as a conscious jewel might start in search of a costly setting. They show no more reluctance than Esther manifested when Mordecai delivered her over as one of the fair young virgins gathered from far and near to adorn the palace of Ahasuerus. Indeed, the history of Esther reveals the motives which probably animate each of the many maidens of Circassia, who to this day re-enact the old biblical story. Each believes that it is she who may find grace and favor in the royal crown, and thus control at will the rise or fall of the royal scepter. But even if not chosen by royalty, those who purchase the beautiful damsels of Circassia are the wealthy and titled; and not the slightest social degradation is attached to their position even if taken to harems wherein a Turkish wife may be installed as head of the household. The common dependence of all the inmates of a harem upon the favor of a lord who may at any time elevate a Circassian slave to the position of a lady fosters a spirit of equality, of pure practical democracy, that would be inconceivable under any other circumstances, and in our Southern slave relation to nominal mistress was totally undreamed of. As a Turkish lady explained to an astonished English visitor, “A slave may become a lady any day, and in treating her as one beforehand we take off much of the awkwardness which would else ensue.” When we consider that all the children of slaves are acknowledged as the legitimate children of their father, we must confess in justice to the Turk that theirs is a condition in which the evils of slavery to the slave are reduced to a minimum.

Promoted by His Horse.

James Byrne Is a Swede wbo has bumped around in all parts of the world for twenty-five years, and he landed at St Louis the other day direct from bombarded Bio. The story of his life, however, occurred during the Franco-Prussian war. He was fighting on the German side as a cavalryman, says the Republic. One day during a hot conflict the cavalry came to the top of a hill, and on the crest of another hill, across a deep ravine, the French had planted a battery. Suddently Byrne’s horse reared and Jumped and started down the hill toward the ravine on a dead run. Byrne tried to check the frightened animal, but found that it had taken the bit in its mouth and was’wholly unmanageable. Down the hill, across the ravine and up the hill on the opposite side the horse sped on like a streak of lightning. The French battery began belching out shot and shell, and Byrne then realized that a runaway horse was carrying him right into the mouth of hades. As the cannon boomed the screaming shells whizzed by the head of poor Byrne, but some unseen hand of, fate prevented them from harming either himself or his horse. As the horse dashed up the hill to the very mouth of a cannon Byrne concluded to make the best of a dangerous predicament, and drew his saber for self-defense. He was surprised to see the Frenchmen leave their battery and flee like panic-stricken sheep But Byrne understood the situation when he looked backward and saw his comrades dashing up the. hill on their horses. Byrne dismounted and held one of the enemy’s guns as the prize he had captured. When the other cavalrymen came up be found out that they did not know his horse had run away, but thought that it was personal bravery on his part, and that he had urged his horse to make this mad race Into the “Jaws of death.” Did Byrne tell them that this bravery had been forced upon him? Well, hardly. Byrne accepted congratulations and said nothing. He was promoted to a captaincy, and all because of his runaway horse. If he had not made that ride the troops of cavalry would never have attempted it.

AROUND A BIG STATE.

BRIEF COMPILATION OF INDIANA NEWS. What Our Neighbor* Are Doing—Hatten of General and Local Interest—Marriage* and Death*—Accidents and Crime*—Personal Polnten About Indlanian*. Minor State Item*. Nappanee expects to get a shoe heel factory. Fruit trees are planted for shade at Seymour. Rochester is out of debt and has •6,000 in the treasury. Winchester school loard has established a free kindergarten. A strange epidemic is puzzling the doctors around Moore's Hill. The town of Marmont, on lake Maxinkuckee, is to be incorporated. Vincennes is preparing to hold a mammoth Fourth of July celebration. An electric light plant and a telephone system may be put in at Valparaiso. Trafalga, Johnson County, is greatly excited over a supposed case of leprosy. A fire of incendiary origin did •2,500 damage to the Hotel iloxey at Anderson. Noblesville houses are to bo numbered and the names of streets put up at crossings.

‘‘Bill” Greene, sent up for life for murder at Kokomo, is dying in the Michigan City prison. Lee Ess linger, well known young man of Evansville, fell dead. Brought on by cigarette smoking. Mrs. Harden McGeary of Seymour, has a cat that has adopted four young squirrels, captured in the woods near that place. A Washington doctor is employed by prospective husbands to analyze biscuits made by young ladies who belong to the cooking dubs of that place. Willie Swails, the 6-year-old son of Elmer Swails of Lelianon. was thrown under the wheels of a loaded wagon by a runaway team and instantly killed The man named Mahon, who fought a duel with Mr. Morgan and killed him near French Lick springs, has been indicted for murder by the Grange County grand jury. Fireman Mcßoberts, on a Big Fou passenger train, was seriously injured near Wabash, by a side rod on the engine breaking, tearing away his side of tho cab and striking him on the head. A freight train ran into an open switch at Hartford City, and tho engine and nine cars were badly wrecked. A. W. Benthln, brakeman, was killed and Engineer Phillips and Fireman Tucker seriously injured. John Cunningham, an old residentof Crawford County, was killed near Boston, on the Aih-Llne, thirty miles west of New Albany. The remains were taken to his home near English. He was about (50 years old.

Fred Morelock’h grocery store near Mt. Vernon was wrecked by the explosion of a 50-pound can of powder. Milton Brookins, George Lang, and William Curtis were taken from the ruins unconscious and may die. While returning on the special train from the Methodist Conference at Bluffton, Claude Roebuck, a young man of Decatur, fell from the train and broke his leg. He also received internal injuries which will prove fatal. A through train on the Panhandle run over Mrs. Vineyard at Florida, a few miles south of Elwood. She was crossing the track in a buggy and was killed instantly. The buggy was broken into fragments and the horse escaped unhurt. Judge Wilf.y, of tho Benton Clrcult'Court, has decided that tho fee and salary law of J 891 is unconstitutional and void in that it omits to include the Treasurer, Auditor, and Recorder of Shelby County within its provisions. While Omer Perkins, a farmer living six miles north of Lebanon, was shooting birds his gun kicked and slipped from his shoulder and the hammer struck his nose, cutting away all the flesh from the member and disfiguring him for life. Deacon A. Reed and Rev. Marion Pickering, both colored, were arrested in Jeffersonville, charged with the murder of Stephen Geer, March 0, and both confessed their guilt. 1 hey said they were trying to steal chickensand were afraid they would be caught. Joe Carmack, once a prominent stock dealer of Franklin, attempted suicide by shooting himself through the head. The act was committed in a saloon. The ball entered the right temple and took a downward course, lodging in the left cheek. His reasons for wishing to die were that he had no money ana was tired of life.

The mystery of the extensive robbery of valuable mall at the South Bend postoffice, which has been going on since last July, was cleared up the other day by the arrest and confession of Edward Boone, a married man and son ot Phillip H. Boone. The prisoner has been a resident of that city all his life, and until recently . was employed in the postoffice...He was forced to resign on account.of his bad Jiatdfcj. Edward Berger. Whose house Boone had occupied until lately,, found an open letter containing a money order for $2.17, payable to County Treasurer Venn, and a letter from the remitter, Henry C. Shure of Mishawaka. A duplicate order had been issued by the Mishawaka postoftice and paid. Mr. Berger took the stolen order to thp ppetomce and Boone was arrested at the Windsor Hotel. He confessed opening that letter and others, bdt would not say how many. The 8-year old daughter of James West, residing four miles west of Scottsburg, was playing outdoors with fire, when her clothes caught and she was so horribly burned that she died. The child's mother was also seriously burned about the arms in trying to save’ her daughter. At Vincennes, Henry Fossmever, in attempting to break a'balky horse, attached a cnaintothe animal’s lower jaw and hitched it behind a wagon drawn by two horses. The refractory animal refused to go, and was dragged until its jaw was pulled off. It had to bi shot to put it out of its misery. Solomon Speed, held for safe robbery. with “Shanty” Hamilton, held for stealing a watch, and Charles Williams for highway robbery, escaped from the Logansport jail by filing open a scuttle door in the ceiling and lowering themselves with a rope made of a bed-tick. Homer Fuller, a falls fisherman, while examining a trot line just below Jeffersonville, found the head and shoulders of a man attached to one of the hooks. It is generally supposed that the remains are those of one of the men who were drowned in the Phoenix bridge disaster in December. The face was covered 1 with a beard eight inches long.

CURRENT COMMENT.

Col. Breckinridge. Col. Breckinridge will like the latest English novels.—New York World. CoL Breckinridge should have gone West in early life and grown up with Utah.—St. Louis Globe-Democrat. There is reason to believe that one of CoL Breckinridge's favorite books is “How to Ee Happy Though Married." —New York World. Any man who dictates his love letter* to a stenographer is an 18-karat chump, whether he has a silvertongue or not.—Chicago Dispatch. CoL Breckinridge and Madeline Pollard are probably better acquainted with each other now than they were when they were more friendly.—Atchison Globo. Breckinridge, by his own confession, is a bad man, but some of his loudest critics are g .ing to have a mighty hard time squeezing past old St. Peter.— Daily Amer ca. Mary Ellen Lease. Mr. Lease is still wondering why total strangers will pay big. money to be icolded by Mrs, Lease. —New York World.

The gentlemen Ma ons, having heard what Mrs. Lease knows about their order, are too gallant to display much annoyance over her determination to establish one for ladies.—Exchange. If Mrs. Lease's scheme to organize a Masonic order for women proves successful tho dry-goods market will undoubtedly be affected. White aprons will be all the rage, and a slump in ginghams must necessarily follow.— Baltimore American. Now that Mrs. Lease is making money, does she go home Saturday night and put half of it in her husband's lap? Does she put her money in the sugar-bowl and let her husband help himself? That's what the women iay the men should do?—Atchison Globe. Bismarck'* Birthday. The Gorman Emperor sends official dignity and a gift of armor, serene in the knowledge that Bismarck is too old to make use of either.—Washington Star. Bismarck appears to have received a great many casks of fine wines on hie birthday and not a single temperance tract, so far as heard from.—Boston Herald. Bismarck will probably not have many opportunities to test the suit of armor given to him by the Kaiser. Hia battles have all been fought.— Philadelphia Call. Bismarck assures William that he will wear that steel armor. That's what the Emperor wanted. There’e nothing like a cuirass weighing something lees than a ton to keep an old man quiet.—New York World. Springtime In Georgia. Spring threatens to come from behind the stove and do some more capering on the lawn.—Atlanta Constitution.

Peaoh trees are now in full bloom. A great many old people say that peaches In bloom are rarelv ever killed in Light nights.—Columbus Sentinel. This beautiful weather, with its bab sarnie breezes, falls like a velvet hammer upon the emaciated constitution of the average northern visitor.—Ab bany Herald. The chirp of the early chicken, together with the recent May-like weather, is a reminder, however faint, that picnics will be in order in a few weeks, —Walton News. Bomb* In Faria. No menu in a Paris restaurant nowa> days is complete without a few dynamite bombs on toast.—Boston Herald. When you enter a Paris case yon should have your mind made up as to how you will have your dynamite served.—New York Advertiser. The latest Paris bomb injured most seriously the anarchist orator who declared that the victims of an explosion were of little consequence so long as the anarchist idea prevailed.—Kansas City Star. A French anarchist who was Injured by the explosion of a bomb intended for other people has changed his views. This is one good effect from a bomb.— Pittsburg Chronicle-Telegraph. Fate of the Kearaarge. This Inglorious end of the doughty corvette was not entirely unexpected. —Philadelphia Record. Much as the patriotic people of the United States will regret the total loss of the stout old ship, it is just as well that the destruction of the Kearsarge is complete and Anal. Its career was over.—Philadelphia Times.

A good many persons will think that the fate of the Kearsarge has its consolations. To fall into decay tied to the end of a wharf is not a dignified enJ. It is better, as Dr. Holmes said Of Old Ironsides, to be given to the god of storm», the lightning and the gale. —Providence Journal. Coxsy. Congress may not be able to secure a quorum to receive Coxey.—St, Louis Star-Sayings. Coxey can plead a time-honored precedent. A goose once saved Rome.— Chicago Tribune. The only terrifying weapon possessed by Coxey s army is Carl Brotvne’s vocabulary.—New York World. It will be to Mr. Coxey’s interest to see that his moving army does not come in contact with Uncle Sam’s standing army.—Chicago Tribune. Gov. Tillman. Perhaps Gov. Tillman may effect a compromise by selling a better quality of whisky.—Chicago Tribune. The chief trouble with Gov. Tillman Is that he views the world with his blind eye.—New York Advertiser. In attempting to regulate the telegraph, Gov. Tillman put his fingers on the wrong key.—New York Recorder. The South Carolina “Dispensary law* has one good feature. It discourages emulation in other States.—Baltimore Herald. D ’ ~ • 1 ! J Peru and Her Afflictions. Peru has two presidents, one dictator and a revolution. And still Peru, for some reason, is not happy.—Kansas City Journal. , 4 And now it is unhappy Peru which is rent with civil strife and afflicted with a surplusage of presidents. Periods of peace in South America are few and soon broken.—Boston Journal. Sparks from the Wires. Many cattle were killedM Gillespie County, Texas, by a fall of hail Horace Robbins was run over and killed by a train at Piqua, Ohio. A fishing steamer ran on the rocks off the coast of Grimsby and six of her crew were drowned. General e’ections in Holland have resulted in the defeat of the government by a large majority. , Oregon Republicans nominated Chief Justice W. P. Lord, of the State Supreme Court; for Governor. Charles Hines awoke at Sheridan, Ind., to find his wife dead at his side, lieart frilu.ro being the cause. _