Democratic Sentinel, Volume 18, Number 19, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 25 May 1894 — Page 3

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CHAPTER X—Continued. “The river," thought Constance, white with horror: “the ruins are only a little way from the river. ’’ She ran along the romantic pathway which followed the river bank for about half a mile, and there ascended the steep hill on the slope of which stood the battered old shell which had once been a feudal castle, with dungeons beneath its stately halls, and a deep and sacred well for the safe putting away of troublesome enemies. Very peaceful looked the old ruins on this balmy September day, in the mellow afternoon sunshine, solitary, silent, deserted. There was no trace of nurse or child in the grassy court or on the crumbling old rampart. Yes, just where the ramport looked down upon the river, just at that point where the short, submerged grass sloped deepest, Constance Sinclair found a token of her child’s presence—a toy dog, white, fleecy, and deliciously untrue to nature—an animal whose shapeless beauty had been the baby Christabel’s delight. Constance gave a little cry of joy. “They have been here, they are scmewfiere near,” she thought, and then, suddenly, in the sweet summer stillness the peril of this particular spot struck her —that steep descent — the sunburned sward, slippery as glass—the deep, swift current below—the utter loneliness of the scene—no help at hand. “Oh, God!” she cried, “the river, the river!” She looked round her with .wild, beseeching eyes, as if she would have asked all nature to help her in this great agony. There was no one within sight. The nearest houso was a cottage on the bank of the river, about a hundred yards from the bottom of the slope. A narrow foot-path at the other end of the rampart led to the bank, and by this path Constance hurried down to make inquiries at the cottage. The door was standing open, and there was a noise of several voices within. Some one was lying on a bed in a corner, and a group of peasant women were round her ejaculating compassionately. “Das arme madchen. Ach, Himmel! Was gibt es?” and a good deal more of a spasmodic and sympathetic nature. A woman’s garments, dripping wet, were hanging in front of the stove, beside which sat an elderly vine-dresser with stolid countenance smoking his pipe. Constance Sinclair put the women aside and made her way to the bed. It was Melanie who lay there wrapped in a blanket, sobbing hysterically. “Melanie, where is my child?” The girl shrieked and turned her face, to the wall. “She risked her life to save it,” sdid the man in German. “The current is very rapid under the old Schloss. She plunged in after the baby. I found her in the water, clinging to the branch of a willow. If I had been a little later she would have been drowned. ” “And the child—my child?” “Ach, mein Gott:’’ -exclaimed the man, with a shrug. “No one has seen the poor child. No one knows.” “My child is drowned!” “Liebs Frau,"said one of the women, “the current is strong. The little one was at play tn the rampart. Its foot slipped, and it rolled down the hill into the water. This good girl ran down after it, and jumped into the water. My husband found her there. She tried io save the child; she could do no more. But the current was too strong. Dear lady, be comforted. The good God will help you. ” “No, Gcd is cruel, ” cried Constance. “I will never see Him or believe in H.m any more.” And with this blasphemy, wrung from her tortured heart, a great wave of blood seemed to rush over Constance Sinclair s brain, and she fell senseless on the stone floar.

CHAPTER XI. GETTING OVER IT. Baby Christabel was drowned. Of , that fact there could not be a shadow of doubt in the minds of those who had loved her, although the sullen stream which had swallowed her lovely form refused to give it back. Perhaps the loreleis had taken her for their playfellow, and transformed her mortal beauty into something rich and strange. Anyhow, the nets that dragged the river did not bring up the golden hair, or the sad drowned eyes that once danced with joyous life. And if anything could add to Constance Sinclair s griet it was this last drop of bitterness—the knowledge that hen child would never rest in hallowed ground, that there was no quiet grave on which to lay her aching head and feel nearer her darjing, no spot of earth to which she could press her lips and fancy she could be heard by the little one lying in her pure shroud below, asleep on Mother Earth's calm breast. No, her little one was driven by winds and waves, and had no restingplace under the weary stars. Melanie Duport, when she recovered from the horror of that one dreadful day, told her st ry clearly enough. It was the same story she had told the peasant woman whose husband rescued her. Baby Christabel was playing on the rampart, Melanie holding her securely, a? she believed, when the little one, attracted by ths flight of a butterfly, made a sudden spring—alas! inadame krefw not how strong and active the dear agel was, and how difficult it was to hold her sometimes—and slipped out of Melanie’s arms on to the rampart—which was very low just there, as madame might have observed—on to the grass, and rolled and rolled down tn the river. It was all as quick as tho 'ght; one moment and the angel’s white frock was floating on the stream. Melanie tore down 1 , she knew not how; it was as if heaven had given her wings in that moment. The white frock was still floating. Melanie plunged into hie river; ah! but what was her life at such a time?—a nothing. Alas! she tried to grasp the frock, but the stream i swept it from her; an instant and one

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saw it no more. She felt herself sinking, and then she fainted. She knew nothing until she woke in the cottage where madame found her. Melanie was a heroine in a small way after thi§ sad event. The villagers thought her a wonderful person. Her master rewarded her handsomely, and promised to retain her in his service till she should choose to marry. Her mistress was as grateful as despair can be for any service. The light of Constance Sinclair's life was gone. Her one source of joy was turned to a fountain of bitterness. A dull and b ank despair took possession of her. She did not succumb utterly to her grief. She struggled against it bravely, and she would accept no one’s compassion cr sympathy. One of her married sisters, a comfortable matron with half a dozen healthy children in her nursery, offered to come and stay with Mrs. Sinclair; but this kindly offer was refused almost uncivilly. “What good could you do me?” asked Constance. “If you spoke 1) me of my darling I should hate you, yet I should always be thinking of her. Do you suppose you could comfort roe bykelling me about your herd of chiliren, or by repeating bits of Scripture, such as people quote in letters of condolence? No; there is no such thing as comfort for my grief. I like to sit al ne and think of my pet, and be wretched in my own way. Don't te angry with me, dear, for writing so savagely. I sometimes feel as if I hated everyone in the world, but happy mothers most of all.” Gilbert Sinclair endured the loss of his little girl with a certain amount of philosophy. In the first place she was not a boy, and had offended him ab initio by that demerit. She had bsen a pretty little darling, no doubt, and he had had his moments of fondness for her; but his wife's idolatry of the child was an offense that had rankled deep. He had been jealous of his infant daughter. He put on mourning and expressed himself deeply' afflicted, but his burden did not press heavily. A boy would come, perhaps, by and by, and make amends for this present loss, and Constance would begin her baby worship again. , ‘. Mr. Sinclair did not know that for some hearts there is no beginning again. Martha Briggs recovered health and strength, but her grief for the lost baby was genuine and unmistakable. Constance offered to keep her in her service, but this favor Martha declined with tears. “No, ma’em, it s best for both that we should part. I should remind you of"—here a burst of sobs supplied the missing name—“and you’d remind me. I’ll go home. I’m more grateful than words can say for all your goodness; but, oh, I hate myself so for being ill. I never, never, shall forgive myself—never.” So Martha went back to Davenant in her mistress’ train, and there parted with hei to return to the parental roof, which was not very far off. It was hot so with Melanie. She only clung to her mistress more devotedly after the loss of the baby. If her dear lady would but let her remain with her as her own maid, she would be beyond measure happy. Was not hairdressing the art in which she most delighted, and millinery the natural bent of her mind? Gilbert said the girl had aoted nobly, and ought to be retained in his wife s service; so Constance, whose Abigail had lately left her to better herself by marriage with an aspiring butler, consented to keep Melanie as her personal attendant. She did this, believing with Gilbert that the girl deserved recompense; but Melanie's presence was full of painful associations, and kept the bitter memory of her lost child continually before her.

Constance went. back to Davenant, and life flowed on in its sullen cour-e somehow without Baby Christabel. The two rooms that had been nurseries —two of the prettiest rooms in the big o’d house, with French windows and a wide balcony, with a flight of steps leading down to the quaintest old garden, shut in from the rest of the grounds by a holly hedge—now became temples dedicated to the lost. But the business of life still went on, and there was a great deal of time she could not call her own. Gilbert, having dismissed the memory of his lost child to the limbo of unpleasant recollections, resented his wife’s brooding grief as a personal injury, and was determined to give that sullen sorrow no indulgence. When the hunting season was at its best,and pheasant shooting made one of the attractions of Davenant, Mr. Sinclair determined to fill his house with his own particular set horsy men—men who gave their minds to guns and dogs, and rarely opened their mouths for speech except to relate an anecdote about an accomplished setter, or “I.ver-colored pointer of mine, you know,” or to dilate upon the noble behavior of “that central fire Lancaster of mine,” in yesterdav’s battue —men who devoted their nights an 1 days to billiards, and whose conversation was of breaks and flukes, pockets and cannons.

“You’d better ask some women, Constance,” said Gilbert, one Sunday morning in November, as they sat at their tete-a-tete breakfast, the wife reading her budget of letters, the husband with the “F.eid” propped up in front of h’s coffee-cup, an 4. me “Sporting Gazette” at h s elbow. “I ve got a lot of men coming next week, and you might feel yourself de trop In a masculine party." “Have you a-ked people, Gilbert, so soon?” said Constance, reproachfully. “I don t know what you call soon. The pheasants are as wild as they can be, and Lord Highover's hounds have been out nearly a month. You’d better ask some nice young women —the right sort, you know; no nonsense about them.” “I thought we should have spent this winter quietly, Gilbert,” said Constance, in a low voice, looking down at her black dress with its deep folds of crape; “just this one winter. “That's sheer sentimentality,” exclaimed Gilbert, giving the “Field” an impatient twist as he folded it to get at his favorite column. “What good would it do you or me to shut ourselves up in this dismal old house like .a pair of superannuated owls? Would it bring back the poor little thing we’ve lost, or make her happier in Paradise? No. Constance. She’s happy. ‘Nothing can touch her more,’ as Mil ton, or somebody, says. Egad, I think the poor little darling is to be envied for having escaped all the troubles and worries of life; for life at best is a bad book; you can’t hedge even thing. Do'n t cry, Constance. That long face of yours is enough to send a fellow into an untimely grave. Let us get a lot of pleasant people round us, and make the most of this place while it s ours. We mayn’t have it always.” The sinister remark fell upon an unheeded 'ear. Constance Sinclair's thoughts had wandered far away from that oak-paneled breakfast-room. They had gone back to the sunny hillside.

the grassy ram pari,* the swift and fatal river, the bright landscape which had stamped, itself upon her memory indelibly, in the one agonized moment in which she had divined her darling’s fate.

“Gilbert, I really am not fit to receive people,” she said, after a silence of some minutes, during which Mr. Sinclair had amused himself by sundry a venturous dips of his fork, like an old Jewish priest's dive into the sacred seething-pot, into the crockery case of a Perigord pie. “If you have set your heart upon having your friends this winter you had better let me go awav. to Hastings or somewhere. It would be a pleasure for you to be free from the sight of my unhappiness.” “Yei. and for you to find consolation elsewhere, no doubt. You would pretty soon find a cons Jer if I gave you your liberty. ” “Gilbert!” “Oh. don’t think to frighten me with your indignant looks. I have not forgotten the scene in this room when you heard your old lover's supposed death. Sir Cyprian Davenant is in London, in high feather, too, I understand: for some ancient relation of his has been obliging enough to die and leave him another fortune. A pity you did not writ a little longer, isn’t it? A pity your father should have been in such a hurry to make his last matrimonial bargain.” “Gilbert!” cried Constance, passionately, “what have I ever done that you should dare to talk to me like this? How have I ever failed in my duty to you?” “Shall I tell you? I won’t say that, having accepted me for your husband, you ought to have loved me. That would be asking too much. The ethics of the nineteenth century don't soar so high as that. But you might have pretended to care for me just a little, it w »ild have been only civil, and it would have made the wheels of life go smoother for both of ts.” “I am not capable of pretending, Gilbert,” answered Constance, gravely. “If j ou would only be a little more consid rati, and give me credit for being what I am. your true and dutiful wife, I might give you as much affection as the most exacting husband could de* sire. I would. Gilbert,” she cried, in a voice choked with sobs, “for the sake of our dead child.” “Don’t humbug,” said Gilbert, sulkily. “We ought to understand each ''“her by this time. As for running »'ay from this house, or any other house of mine, to mope in solitude, or to find consolation among old friends, please comprehend that if you leave my house once you leave it forever. I shall expect to see you at the head of my table. I shall expect you to surround yourself with pretty women. I shall expect you to be a wife that a fellow may be proud of.” “I shall do my best to oblige you, Gilbert: but perhaps I might have been a better wife if you had let me take life my own way. |TO BE CONTINUED. I

A MODERN HEROINE.

Row She Stopped a Driver’s Hrutal Treatment of a Horse. Sleighs drawn by four horses are employed on the Wellington street route, says the Montreal Star. A heavily loaded sleigh was coming cityward. One of the horses next the vehicle fell. The driver lashed it with his whip. Then he kicked it. Finally he swore at it. But he did not get down to extricate the animal from the harness, which held it a prisoner. The men in the s eigh buried their chins in their overcoats and indulged the contemplation of fatalism as a philosophy which le moves every passion from the breast. Suddenly a lady clad in a sealskin sacque got out, and, going up to the driver, said to him in an imperative way: “Give me that whip.” The driver was dazed. In a stupefied wav he handed over the whip. “Now,” said the little lady, “if you touch that horse again I will Ipt you feel the weight of this whip across your shoulders. Get down this moment and cut the harness and help the horse to rise.” The driver stared at her. The women in the sleigh tittered, the men hung their heads. “Get down this moment," said the lady, shaking the whip over the driver. The latter mechanically obeyed. The harnesd' r was loosened, the horse was raised to its feet. The lady put her hand in her sachel, brought ferth some biscuits, and treated the four horses to one each. The effect was magical. The hopeless cynicism of their poor faces gave ulaoe to hope, and love, and gratitude. Then the lady, very white, but as resolute as Joan of Arc ever was, entered the sleigh. The men still hung their heads in silence.

Buying Babies with Postage Stamps. “Have you had many requests for the canceled postage stamps you receive?” asked a business man yesterday. “No? Well, that's strange, for I have been besieged by boys and girls asking for them. At first I thought it was a revival of the old stamp collecting craze, but all the little ones seemed so earnest in their work that I questioned several. I was informed that the stamps were wanted to redeem Chinese babies. You can imagine how such an assertion astonished me. Upon further inquiry I was told that it was a habit in China to kill babies, especially girls, and that these stamps were being gathered by a religious order to send to that country. It is said that with tho stamps the missionaries of that country are able to redeem the condemned babies from death. You would be surprised at the number of children and men that are engaged in collecting canceled stamps. I know of one little girl who turns over to the head of the order over 500 stamps a week. Now, whether this is a fake, like sem? other stamp collecting schemes that gained headway in the country, such as obtaining a cot in a hospital for so many stamps, etc., Ido not know. There is no questioning the fact, however, that a large number of peopA are engaged in an honest effort to redeem Chinese babies by collecting stamps.”—Pittsburg Dispatch.

There Are No Chinese Cripples.

Nobody ever sees a deformed or crippled Chinaman. When a deformed Chow is born he is promptly put out of the world. When an adult Chow is crippled he is generally put out of the world also. No one save the other Cnows knows exactly,how it is done, but the general impression is that he is persuaded to hang himself or induced to fall into a waterholo. When anything serious happens to a Mongol he generally kills himself shortly afterward, which probably moans that a deputa’i n of his countrymen sit persuasively on his head until ho is extinct. Chinese suicides are curious things, and are often worth investigating. _ Sir Frederick Leighton, the great English painter, is a stalwart, longnoted man of pompous manner, with curly hair and a 1 flowing gray beard, and always wears a voluminous silk tie, loosely knotted, tho ends flowing sii» perbly over his shoulders. He is a profoundly ornate speaker, but his periods, like his paintings, smell too strongly of the lamp, and the art students, whom he addresses with immense suavity once a year, find him a bit of a bore.

DOMESTIC ECONOMY.

TOPICS OF INTEREST TO FARMER AND HOUSEWIFE. A Wood-Cutttng Device Which Dlapen.e. with the Hired Man*. Aid—When to Plant btrawberrie.- -A Self-Closing Gale How to Get Rid of File*. A One-Man Saw. A correspondent of the Rural New Yorker has constructed a wood-cul-ing machine, by the use of which, he says, he can put up five cords in ten hours. The machine is illustrated herewith and will be readily under-

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stood. The poles or rods make a frame for the saw to swing on. Another rod fastened to a bolt at the top of the frame plays inside two pieces of board. The saw is made fast to the lower end of this rod, and then It will swing back and forth. You can have a horse for the wood, or drive stakes into the ground with the tops crossed, so as to hold the logs. In this machine, the stakes are nine feet long for the sides and ten for the other. The pendulum on which the saw is fastened is eight feet long, and has holes bored in It so that it can bo easily ra : sed or lowered.

Planting Early Potatoes. The potato plant after it comes out of thl ground is very tender, and the slightest frost nips it,, but in cold soil it takes often two weeks or moro for the shoot to come above the surface. It is necessary, therefore, for the very earliest crop that the feed should be in the ground while frosts are still expected. It does no harm even if the surface soil is slightly frozen after the potato has been planted. This freezing mellows the surface, and when cultivated it will be found in line tilth. Much however, depends on the condition of the seed. That which has been prepared by cutting and drying a few days before putting in the ground will be up before that which was cut just before being planted. The planting of early potatoes should always be deep enough so that the whole surface can be harrowed once or twice before the plants are up. This early cultivation of the soil greatly Increases the vigor of growth when the shoots come up. It directly aids growth by increasing the amount of available plant food in the soil . To Rid a Room of Flies. Flies are the pest and worry of all tidy housekeepers, and how to rid a room of them is an unsolved problem to many. This is quite easily accomplished by taking advantage of the flies’ habit of flying to the window or place from which light is admitted, and to accomplish this,

EFFECTIVE WINDOW FLY TRAP.

darken alLthe windows with a heavy shade, or any material, cutting a hole in one of the shades, over which is firmly pinned a sheet of the common transparent fly paper, and, if possible, have this located at one of the east, south or west winnows, from which the most light may be obtained. It will be nut a short time ere the flies in the room will be sticking to this paper in their effort to be near the light For Feeding Dry Bran. For feeding bran in a dry state to fowls or young chicks take a flower pot, cut a piece out of the top on each

in. Get a cheese box lid about four inches larger in diameter than the top of the pot set the pot in It, bottom up, pour in the bran and you will have a self-feeder and no waste of bran. The Care of Meats. “Meat should not be left a moment on the kitchen table; it is to often left longer than that by maids busy at something else. 1 do have the paper taken oft, which paper is made for the purpose and supposably free from impurities, for it is a not on of mine that tearing it from the moist meat starts the juices again. The package is put on a plate and set on the Ice. “Chops that are cut off spoil very easily, and Im moist or very warm weather it is well to smear them with salad oil very thoroughly 10 keep them, even from night until morning. Other meat in large pieces, joints and the iiku. is safest treated to a rubbing of vinegar if it Is to be kept over pignt. If, with all one’s care, meat in exceptionally muggy, sultry weather gives out a slight smell, and shows discoloration, it may be perfectly sweetened by wash-

fng tt In water to which Is added a teaspoonful of borax, first cutting away all disco'ored portions. Let me add the caution that such meats should never be accepted fn>n» a shop, because one cannot be sure bow severe the taint is; but if perfectly sweet meat changes under a brief and careful keeping it is permissible to attempt this restoration, —New York Times Planting Strawberries. In the majority of cases, the spring of the year is the best season for planting strawberries When the plants are received from the nursery, they should Li'unpacked at once and spread out in a collar, to prevent heating, and in planting the roots should not be exposed to sun or air. The ground should be free from weeds, and well fertilized. The rows may be thirty inches apart, plants one foot apart in the row. They need to be freeuently cultivated to keep down all weeds, which are the strawberry grower’s greatest enemy. In the autumn, after the ground has become firmly frozen, the plants should be covered with leaves, clean straw, or corn fodder. Stable manure should not be used on these beds, because full of seeds. Strawberry beds should be renewed every two or three years it the best fruit is desired. Shallow Planting for Corn. There is constant temptation to plow deeper for corn than is best lor the crop The soil in spring is moist and the plow runs easily to a greater depth than it can be made to do towards fall. It is easier, too, for the careless plowman to put the plow down so that the handles shall hardly need to be taken hold of in going across the field. But that is not the way to make a good corn crop It the furrow is half turned and left on edge with enough loose soil to make a seed bed the sod will rot better than it will when a deep fur ow is turned flat and leaving a lot of cold subsoil on the surface. This does not make a good seed bed.. The grains of corn are checked almost as soon as they germinate, and do not recover until nearly midsummer. It is possible to get good corn with deep plowing if stable manure has been used, but it will not be as forward early in the season as the corn on land that is plowed shallow which has had no manure. lit Shut* Itself. This gate bits my idea of one that will shut Itself and open each way better than any 1 ever saw, writes J. J. Wagner in Farm and Home. A shows the irons for the upper hinge, B shows the lower hinge, which has double pinions, while C shows the catch driven into the post with the spring. To open and shut itself the

gate must be hung about four inches out of plumb, having the lower hinge, B, project out from the post that much farther than the upper one. It shuts then Just like a wagon rolling down hill. The lower hinge, B, must be eight inches from slot to slot. Pure and Cool Water for Poultry. Stone drinking fountains are the best for watering fowls having no access to a running stream. If placed in a shady place in the house, the water will keep cool longer in a stone vessel than in one of tin. Fresh clean water is as important for the health oi a flock of fowls as wholesome food. Currant* and Goo*eberrio*. These valuable fruits are grown with great ease, and need only to be kept free from weeds. New plants are readily obtained by making cuttings in the autumn, six inches long, which may be plantea at once, or kept in the cellar in moist sand, and planted In the spring. The plants need renewing evers six or eight years. Better fruit Is grown on young, than on old bushes. To secure large crops, the bushes have to be pretty severely pruned each year. The rust or mildew of the gooseberry is now quite completely controlled by spraying the bushes with a solution of potassium sulphide, one ounce to two gallons of water. Farm Note*. The comb of the fowls is a true index to their health. If the comb is bright red it indicates that the fowl is in a healthy condition, but it pale or dark it shows that there is something wrong. Management Is as Important as capital on a farm. With good tpanagement a farm should pay well, but there is no surer method of losing money than to invest it in a farm and pot know how tb nqanage.it. If you did not harvest an ice 'crop last winter makd a dumb waiter to work in your well thi# summer. Or make a simple windlass>to lower the eream and cutter down the well, the former to keep from getting too sour, and the latter to harden for market Crimson clover has not given as good results with farmers as was expected. The reason is that they cut it when in bloom, expecting it to grow again, when, in fact, It is annual and not a biennfial\,plant It should be sown in the fall in preference to spring The mechanical arrangement of the soil determines its fertility. The fineness of the soil is important The greater the tumber of soil grains in a given space the greater the amount of air space, because the small grains, being light arrange themselves more loosely than the heavier or larger ones.l

side, four inches .long and one and one- quarter inches deep, turn it bottom up, and break a hole in it large enough 10 p.ihr the bran

If you try the feeding of wheat, says the Philadelphia Inquirer, in order to find a better market than the mill or the warehouse oilers, better not feed it by itself, but dilute it with soaked corn or corn meal, This will make ,a ration which hogs will fatten on rapidly, and which cannot injure them.

SELF-CLOSING GATE.

MANGLED AND TORN.

CYCLONE DOES FEARFUL HAVOC IN OHIO. Ft-re Perlons Killed at Hankle* In Williams County Many Other* Injured Great Oamage at Cleveland Work of the Storm in Wisconsin anti Minnesota. Fierce Wind and Hail. A terrible t irnado passed one-fotirth of a mile we-t of Kunkle, 0., Thtfraday afternoon, killing five persons, fatally inju ing two others and slightly wounding sove.al m >re. The 'Jeal are; DANIEL BIRRETT. MRS. DANIEu BARRETT. Martha daso. GKoRGE OXINGER. MYRA Im SO. The scene < f the cyclone, a dispatch says, is a hard one to describs. Reuses. fences, trees and obstructions of all kinds in the path of the storm have been ca ried away and nothing left to mark the spot where they itood except holes in the ground. The scene of devastation is about onequarter of a mile wide and six miles in length. The great funnel-shaped cloud traveled in an Irregular southeasterly course, the greatest damage being done about a mile fr.mwnere it rise and passed on oast. Woman Ctrrl.ci a Quarter of A’Mlle.

The building in which were Daniel Barrett, his wife, a id their two granddaughters, Myra aid Martha Laso, is bo completely demolished that noteven a portion of the foundation is left. The first remnants of the house are at least 100 yards from whore it stood. Here lie a few scattering beards, and further on can l>o seen larger portions of the building, and about forty rods from whore it stood lies the roof almost intact, together with portions of the framework. Mrs. Barrett, who wus the worst mangled, was carried over a quarter of a mile and dropped in a cemetery. Portions of the body were carried, some distance farther. Daniel Barrett was carried about forty rods from where the cyclone struck him. One hand was torn off at the wrist and scattered to the wli.di, one leg was beaten into a pulp, and he suffered internal injuries. He was still breathing when found, but died so n aiterward without becoming conscious. Martha and Myra Daso, who were in another part of the house, were loft near where the house seems to have gone to pieces. Martha, the eldest aged 11. was apparently injured onlyab ut the head,which wus crushed in on the left side. The younAr, aged 10, lay almost in the arms of her sister, and the boros in- all parts of her body were broken and ground into the flesh. Nothing could bo done to relievo the little <ne’s suflerlng, and she died at ten o’clock in the evening. Lifted a Hundred Font in the Air. George Oxinger, a hired hand at Barrett’s, who was in the Held plowing, saw tho storm coming, and ran for the barn. He su corded in getting his horse inside and run for tho house, which was about ten rods distant from the barn, and exactly in line with the storm. Witnossess say that tho man was lifted fr,.m tho ground jmd whirled into the air at least 100’ feet, together with timbers, tr >cs and debris, scooped up in tho rolling avalanche. Oxinger's lifeless body was found about 100 rods from where'it was lifted into the air. His bones protruded from the flesh and his body Indicated that he camo in contact with many of the flying trees and beams. James Whittle, another farm hand in the employ of Barrett, had a narrow escape. He was in the field with a team in company with Oxinger and started for the barn. To the fact that his team became unmanageable and broke away from him he probably owes his life.

DAMAGE ELSEWHERE. Lot* In Wlironaln and Mlnnoiota Will Itrsch *1,000,000. St. Paul, Minn. —Laie reports from the districts visited by storm and flood indicate that the loss was heavier than first reported and will reach at least $1,000,000, All the railway lines entering St. Paul except the Chicago Great Western and Minneapolis and bt Louis employed all the idle men they could find in repairing bridges and tracks washed away, Rush River overflowed its banks during Wedno day night and the raging torrent carried everything before it. Every bridge from the headwater of Rush River to its outlet in the Mississippi has been swept away. Bothjllouring and saw mills were ruined an t tho total loss will reach 8-100,(,0) in this county. At least a dozen farm-houses along Rush River were washed away. Hudson, Wis , suffered an enormous 1 >es through the breaking of three dams in the Willow River. These dams were located at Jewett's mills, Burkhart and Green. Half an hour after tho breaking of the dams tho flood swept down upon Hudson, overflowing, the dam at that place and undermining the Chicago, St. Paul, Minneapolis and Omaha Road, which rises thirty feet above the wat -r. Within a ha'f hour 200 feet of the ti ack was suspended from the abut- ‘ ment. All the fish hatcheries have been swept away. On the Wisconsin Central lino the flood damage is enorm us. Hailstone* ai< Higa* Apple*. Decatur, Ill.— Hailstones eleven inches i i circumference fell here, doing great damage to proper ty and fruit and causing much suffering to stock. Freeport, Ill.—A fierce rain, wind and hail storm prevailed. Great trees were blown down, fences demolished, and windows broken. Tho hailstones were as largo as walnuts. It is feared that damage ha.i been done the grow - ing crops. Furlou* H»l)*t<*rm at Cleveland. Cleveland, Ohio.—The worst hailstorm that has visited this city in years raged for nearly an hour. The storm was accompanied by heavy rain, thunder and lightning. Many of the hailstones Word as large as hens’ eggs and were driven before a brisk south wind. Thousands of windows all over th-j city were broken, greenhouses were wrecked and several runaways resulted frem horses trying to escape the bombardment of ice. Wabash, Ind. —A furious gale from the west struck Wabash, assuming almost the proportit ns of a tornado. Shade trees all over the city were blown down, a few small buildings were unroofed and the fronts of several bu iness rooms were blown in. Shelbyville, Ind. —The damage to property is ,c< nsiderable, but as yet no inures tq persons have been reported. Svcamdre, Ind.—The hail'did considerable damage to growing crops.

Telegraphic Clicks.

President Cleveland is at Hog Ts’and, Chesapeake Bay, on a fishing trip. Mrs. Cleveland and children are in Buffalo visiting the former’s mother. | Joseph Catano killed his wife and . himself with poison at Half-Moon Bay, Cal. # ' | The marriage of the Czarowitz and Princess Al>x of Hesse will take place on Nov. 10.

BIG BLAZE IN BOSTON.

TWO HUNDRED DWELLINGS ARE BURNED. The -Hub” Visited by a Destructive Ftra that Leave. 3,000 Person* Homele**— The Blaze Starts In tho Base-Ball Grounds—Farmers' Congress Plans. L’.ckel Up bjr Flame*. The moat destructive fire that haa visited Boston in months started Tuesday, a little after 4 o’clock, at the South End.ball grounds. The scene of the devastation is that section of Roxbury beginning on tho narrow street that is the extension of Columbus avenue, and extending to Walpole street on the south and to the western boundary of the ball grounds. Tne blaze started, says a dispatch, under what are known as the 2c-cent bleachers, and at its Inception could have been put out with a bucket of water. The first intimation the audience bad that a fire was in progress was a thin sheet of smoke that curled up between tha seats and spread over a space not larger than a man’s hat. The whole affair was looked upon as a joke by some mischievous boys, no attempt being made to subdue tho flames. The hundred or more men who were seated in this. t,Qf the field rose leisurely and peered curiously over the fence and watched the (lames. Presently tho smoke grew denser and above tho high boil'd fence u long tongue of llama shot upward. Then from under the scats camo ' other evidences that, something more than an ordinary blaze was in progress. The smoke thickened, the names rose higher and higher and in their embrace took in the whole tier of seats. They swept along rapidly, and owing to the tlndoi'-llko condition of the shell houses it required but a moment to engulf the poor structures in what had now developed into a sort of raging tire. Tho puny attempts of the tiro department had no appreciable effect in subdlng the oncoming flames. Building after Building melted away as if they had been specially constructed as food for the devouring elements. Roofs and windows of houses adjoining tho bu-e-ball grounds were crowded with anxious spectators, who hung on to a frail thread of hope that their own houses might be spared from do struction.

I Vain HtTort* to Check the Conflvsration, I Strenuous efforts wore made to check the flames by the use of buckets, basins and whatever else would hold.? quart of water, but it was like an a/ - tempt to subdue the everlasting flr»s 'of Vesuvius, teeing that their efforts were in vain the poop e hastily gathered together what few article.! they could carry and rushed from the houses. All tho teats of tho eastern side of the bull grounds were a sheet of roaring Hames Tho spectacle was ono of inexpressible grandeur, and the thousands who had gathered in the in1 closure gazed upon it in awe, mixed I with terror. The fire department had now got thoroughly at work, but the t-pin of water which were poured into the great flaming space were of no avail whatever and it seemed that the rush of Hie would only be subdued when material to fe’d it nad been ex- . hau-ted. C rqwz’ed on the upper story of the grand stand were several hundred persons who had gathered there to obtain an unobstructed view of the awful spectacle spread out before them. No one dreamed thit this beautiful structure was in the remotest danger, but ten minutes later it became evident that this, too, lay in tho path of the mad flumes. Hurriedly the stand was vacated, and not a moment to soon, as the eastern wing became ignited and the hot breath of the devouring monster nearly overcame those who were making their escape. A rush was hurriedly made for the opposite side of the grounds, but even here the heat was so intense that the people hurdled together in the northwestern extremity of the grounds as far out of danger as possible. it was not until 9 o’clock that control was gained over the fire. The tiro burned over about eight acres, 200 buildings were destroyed and 2,000 persons were rendered homeless. None are reported burned to death, but fifteen or twenty injured persons were taken to the different hospitals. Owing to tho nature of the buildings burned the loss will not exceed SOOO,OOO. The greatest loser is the Base-Ball A sooiation. its loss will amount to about , 875,000.

FARMERS’ CONGRESS PLANS.

Executive Committee Name* Speaker* for the Convention. , The executive committee of th* farmers’ national congress met at the Palmer House in Chicago Tuesday io arrange the program io - tho annual convention of tho congress, which will be held at Parkersburg, W. Va., in November. Tho meeting was presided over by the president of tho congress, B. F. Clayton, of Indianola, lowa. The others present were Mai. W. G. Whitby, Atlanta,Ga.; JohnM.,Stahl.Qulncy, 111.; Dennis Kenyon, McLean, 111.; £>. C. Waggoner, Chicago, and Henry Hayden, Savannah. The congress is a delegated body composed of one member from each Congressional district in the country, appointed by the various Governors of the States, and of the presidents of the State agricultural societies and agricultural colleges. The congress was organized and held its first meeting in Chieflaro in 1881. The committee selected 1 he following persons to read papers and deliver addresses before tho next congress: Will P. Rowell, of the Shadeland Farm, Pennsylvania; Col. John 8. Cunningham, North Carolina; William Lawrence, Ohi ; harry C. Brown, Georgia; Mrs. B. E. Thompson, Michigan; th* Hon. T. J. Appleyard, Florida; Mrs. M. M. Colt, Nebraska: Col. M. D. Wayne, Socreta -y of Agriculture, Alabama; Mrs. J. B. Foley, ILinols; Prof. George A. Stockwell, Rhode Island; Senator J. M. Slaughter, Tennessee: Mrs; M. G. Rockhill, California; J. T. Wellburn, Texas.

Brieflets.

Frank Mudden, aged " years, died at Fort Wayne, Ind., from impure vaccine. A WASHOUT on the Northern Paoifie road at Brainerd, Minn., delayed train* several hours. .i,* ...» ~ Heciwer. of Denver, a prospective commonwealer, says there are 35,(j0> men in Colorado ready to “on” to Washington. Senator Teller, of Colorado, ha* written a letter’in which he characterizes the arrest of Coxey, Browne, and Jones a farce. Wm. Galemyer, of Marion, Ind., an inmate of a soldiers’ home, has fallen heir to $2f,000 in Germany, and has I gone to claim it. I Senator Walsh has introduced a . bill in Congress making it a crime, I punishable by imprisonment from one , to twenty years, to retard or obstruct the passage of anv train carrying The V uited States mail.