Democratic Sentinel, Volume 18, Number 29, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 10 August 1894 — Page 3

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XX—Continued. “"My pet, ” said Lord Clanyarde. in a ■pleading tone, “1 have brought a new 'doctor to see you, a gentleman who may be able to understa d your case -even better than our iriend Webb.” “No one ever knew her constitution as •well as I do,” commented Dr. Webb, -sotto voce. Constance raised her heavy eyelids -and looked' at her fa her with a lanquid wonder as if the figures standing by her couch were far away, and she saw them faintly in the distance, without knowing what they were. The new doctor did not go through the usual formula of puhe and tongue, nor did he ask the old-established -questions, but he seated himself quietly by Constance Sinclair's sofa and began" to talK to her in a low voice, while Dr. Webb and Lord Clanyarde withdrew to the other end of the room, where Gilbert was standing by a table, absently turning over the leaves of a book. “You have had a great sorrow, my -dear lady,’’said the German doctor, in that low and confidential tone which sometimes finds its way to the clouded brain when louder and clearer accents convey no meaning. “You have had a great sorrow, and have given way to .grief as if there were no comfort either in earth or in heaven.” Constance listened with lowered eyelids, but a look of attention came into her face presently, which the doctor perceived. “Dear lady, there is always ccmfort in heaven; there is sometimes consolation on earth. Why can you not hope for some sudden, unlooked-for happiness, some great joy such as God has •sometimes given to mourners like you? Your child was drowned, you think. What if you were deceived when you believed in her death? What if she was saved from tho river? Ido not srvy that it is so, but you can not be ■certain. Who can know for a certainty that the little one was really drownsd?” The eyes were wide open now, staring at him wildly. “What’s the old fellow about so .long?” asked Gilbert, impatiently. “He is taltring to her about her child,” replied Lord Clanyarde. “He wants to make her cry if he can. He’s a groat psychologist.” “Does that mean a great humbug?” masked Gilbert, “it sounds like it.”

“Hope and comfort are coming to you, dear Mrs. Sinclair,” said the German doctor; “be sure of that.” Again Constance looked at him curiously; but at the sight of the smokecolored spectac es anl the sallow old face, half covered with white hair, turned away her eye 3 with a sigh. If she co 'ld have seen eye-* that looked honestly into hers, it might have given force to that promise of ccmfort, but this blind oracle was too mysterious. She gave a long sigh and kept silent. The Doctor looked at the open piano •on the other si e of the fireplace, and remained in thoughtful silence for a few moments. “Does vour mist ess sing sometimes?” be asked Martha Briggs, who sat on guard by the sofa. “No, sir, not since she's been so ill, but she plays sometimes, by snatches, beautiful. It would go to your heart to hear her.” “Will you sing to ms,” asked the Doctor, “if you are strong enough to go to the piano? Please, trv to sing.” Constance looked at him with tho same puzzled gazo, and then' tried to rise. Martha supported her on one side, the Doctor on the other, as she feebly tottered to the piano. “I'll sing if you like,” she said, in a careless tone that told her how far the mind was from consciousness of the present. “Papa likes to hear me sing. ” bhe seated herself at the piano, and her tinge s wandered slowly over the keys, and wandered on in a dreamy prelude that had little msaninoy The 'Gorman doctor listened patiently for a few minutes to this tangle of arpeggios. and then, bonding over the piano, played the few notes of a familiar symphony. Constance gave a faint cry of surprise, and struck a chord, the chord that closed the symphony, and began “Strangers Yet,” in apathetic voice that had a strange hysterical power in curious contrast with the feebleness of the singer. She sang on till she came to the words “child and parent.” These touched a sensitive chord, and she rose suddenly from the piano and burst into tears. “That may do her good,” said Dr. Webb, approvingly. “My friend is no fool,” replied Lord •Clanyarde. “Take your mistress to her room,” said Gilbert to Martha, wit a an angry look. “This is only playing upon ner nerves. I vv( nder you can allow such folly, Lord Clanyard-'!” “Your own doctors have agreed that •some shock was necessary, something to awaken her from apathy. Poor pet; those tears are a relief,” answered the father. He we nt to his dam hter and assisted in arranging the pillows as she lay •down on the sofa. Martha calmly ignored her msstor’s order. The German doctor bent over Mrs. Sinclair for a moment, and whispered tie one word, “Hope,” and then retired with the three other gentlemen. “Would you like to prescribe anything?” asked Dr. Webb, taking the •stranger into a little room off the hall. “No; it is a case in which drugs are useless. Hope is the only remedy for Mrs. Sinclair’s disease. She must be beguiled with hope, even if it is delusive.” "What 0 ” cried Dr. Webb, “wouldyou trifle with her feelings, play upon the weakness of her mind, and let her awaken by and by to find herself deluded?” “I would do anything to snatch her from the jaws of death,” answered the ■German doctor, unhesitatingly. “If h' pe is not held out to her, she will •die. You see her fading day by day. Do you think there is any charm in vour medi ines that will bring her buck to life? ” ... “I fear not. air,” answered Dr. Webb •despondently. ,

BY MISS H E BRADDON

“Then you or those who love her must find soma more potent influence, she is heart-broken for the loss of her child, bhe must be taught to think that her child is still living.” “But when her mind grows stronger it would be a still heavier blow to discover that she had been d cei ed.” “She would be batter ab e to bear tho blow when health and strength had returned, and she might have formed an attachment in the meantime which w uld console her in the hour of disillusion. ” “I don't understa :d,” faltered Dr. Webb. “i’ll make mvself clearer. A child must be brought to Mrs. Sinclair, a little girl of about the age of her own baby, and she mast ba persuade! to believe, now while her brain is clouded, that her own child is given bock to her.” “A cruel deception,” cried Dr. Webb. “No; only a desperate remedy. Which are her friends to do—d.ceive her, or let her die? In her present condition of mind she will ask no questions: she will not speculate upon probabilities. She will take the child to her breast as a gift from heaven. A mind distraught is always ready to believe in the marvelous, to imagine it elf the object of supernatural intervention. ” Dr. Webb looked thoughtfully and half convinced. This German physician, who sp. ke good English, seemed to have studied his subject deeply. Dr. Webb was no psychologist, but he had seen in the mentally atilicted that very love of the marvelous which ur. Ho.lendorf spake about. And what hope had he of saving his patient ' Alas! none, at would be a cruel thing t > put a spurious child in her arms, to trifle with a mother’s sacred feelings: but if life and reason could be saved by this means and no other, surely the ftaud would be a pious one. “Mr. Sinclair would never consent, ” said Dr. Webb. “Mr. Sinclair must ho made to consent. I have already suggested this step to Lotd Clanyarde, and he approves the idea. He must bring his influence to bear upon Mr. Sinclair, who appears an indifferent husband, and not warmly interested in his wife's fat 3.” “There you wrong hi n,” cried the faithful Webb. “His manner does not do him justice. The poor man has been in a most miserable condition ever since Mrs. Sinclair's illness assumed an alarming aspect. Will you make this suggestion to him —propose our introducing a strange child?” “I would i ather the proposal should come from Lord Clanyarde,” answered the strange doctor, looking at his watch. “I must get back to London iby the next train. I shall tell Lord : Clanyarde my opinion as he drives me to the station. I think I have made I my ideas sutlieientlv c ear to you, Dr. I Webb.-” ! “Quite so, quite so,” cried the little • man, whose mother was an Aberdeen [ woman, “it is a most extraordinary thing, Dr. Holler.dorf, that, although I have never had the honor of meeting ; you before, your voice is very familiar to me.” i “My dear sir, do you suppose that Nature can give a distinctive voice to overy unit in an overcrowded world? i You might hear my voice in the Feeees to-morrow. There would be nothing extraordinary in that.” “Of. course, of course. An accidental resemblance, ” assented Dr. Webb. The German would taka no fee; he had come as Lord Glanya de’s friend, and he drove away in Lord Clanyarde’s brougham without any further'loss of time. Gilbert Sinclair ani his friend devoted the rest of the evening to billiards, with frequent refreshment on Gilbert s part in the way of brandy. “You talked the other day about finding a purchaser for this confounded old barrack,” said Mr. Sinclair. “I hate the place more every day, and it is costing me no end of money for repairs—never saw such a rickety old hole, always some wall tumbling down or drain setting choked up—to say nothing of keeping up a large stable here as well as at Newmarket.”

“ Why not give up Newmarket?” sug-ge-ted Mr. Wyatt, with hia commonsense air. “I m not such a fool. Nemarket gives me some pleasure, and this place gives me none. ” “You must keep up a home for Mrs. Sinclair, and a London house would hardly be suitable in her present state. ” “I can take her to Hastings or Vontnor, or to my box at Newmarket, if it comes to that.” “Isn't it better for her to be near her father?” “ What doss she want with her father, an old twaddler like Clanyarde, without a thought beyond the gossip of his club? Don’t humbug, Wyatt. You told me you could put your finger on a purchaser. Was that bosh, or aid you mean it?” “It was not bosh," answered Wyatt; “but I wanted to be quite sura you were in earnest before i p ished my proposal any further You m’ght consider it an impertinence for me to think of such a tning.” “What are you driving at?” “Will you sell Eavenant to me?” Gilbert dropped his billiard cue and stord staring at his friend in blank ama ement. Here was a new state of things, indeed. The professional man Leading on the heels of the millionaire. “You!” he exclaimed, with contemptuous surprise. “I did not think fifteen per cent, ard renewals could be made so profitable.” “I’m too thickrskinned to recent the insinuation,” said James Wyatt, cushioning his opponent’s ball. “I can afford to buy Davenant for the prjee you gave for it. I’ve got just enough money disengaged. I sold out of Palermos the other day when they were up, to provide the purchase money. I brought down a deed of transfer, and if you are in earnest we can settle the business to-morrow morning.” “You're buying the place as a speculation,” said GLbjrt, susoiciously. “Not exactly. But what would it matter to you if I were? You want to get rid of the place. I am ready to take it off your hands. ” “You have heard of a bid from somebody else.-” “No, I have not.” “Well, you re a carious fellow. Going to get married, 1 1 suppose, and turn country squire.” “Never mind my plans. Do you mean to sell?” “Yes.” “Then I’m ready to buy. ” The deed was executed next morning. Gilbert st pulatei that he was not to turrenderthe hou e till the midsummer quarter, and that James Wyatt wftt to take the furniture at a valuation. Mr. Sinclair was much pleased with

the idea of gettingba’k firs-and-thlrty thousand pounds of ready money for q place the purchase of which had been a whim, and of the occupation whei.eof he was heartily tired. Those miners of the norta were still holding out, and) money had n t been flowing into his coffees nearly so fa t as it nad been flowing out during tho last half year. He hud made unlucky ba gains in horseflesh -squandered his money on second-rate stock, and in winning small iaces that were not worth his people's traveling expenses. In a word, he had done all tho.e fooii-h things which an idle man who thi iks himself extremely clever, and yet lends an ear to every new advisor, is apt to do. “Five-ard-thirty, thou' will pi t me into smooth water." he said, as ho signed tho contract wr.h a flourish. The one suspicion as to Mr. Wyatt 'q intentions, which would have prevented Gilbert Sinclair agreeing to the bargain, had never presented itself tq Lis mind. James Wyatt went back to London that afternoon, promising to meet his client next day at the avrgyie street branch of the Union Bank, and hand over the purcha-e money. At eight o'clock that evening he presented himse.f at sir Cyprian Davenant s chambers. He found his friend sitting alone among his books, smoking an Indian hookah. ” Wyatt, old fellow, this is a surprise,” said Cyprian, as they shook hands. “Have you dined?” “Thanks, yes; I took a chop at the Garrick. I’ve just c:me from Davenant.” "Indeed! How is Mrs. Sinclair? ' “.Pretty much the same, poor soul. How long is it since you heard of her?" “I saw Lord Clanyarde at his club about a week ago.” “ Well, there’s been no change lately. Something wrong with the mind, you see, and a gradual ebbing uway of strength. She’s not long for this world, I'm afraid; but she was too g.od for it. Angels are better off in heaven than they are with us. We don’t appreciate them.” No more than swine appreciate pearls,” said Sir Cyprian. “What would you give to get Davenant back?” asked Mr. Wyatt, without preface. “What would I give? Anything—half my fortune.” “What is your fortune worth?” “About a hundred and fifty thousand.” “Well, then, I sha’nt want so much as half of it, though your offer is tempting. Davenant is mine. ” “Yours!” “Yes, at the price you got for it, with another live thousand as a sporting b d for the furniture and improvements. Give me tive-and-twenty per cent, on my purchase and Davenant is yours.” "uillingly. But how about Mrs. Sinclbir? Will it not grieve her to lose tae place?” “Whether or no, tho place is sold. I tell you, Sir Cyprian, a stand before you the owner of Davenant and all its appurtenances. I did not buy it for myself, but on the speculation that, as 1 bought it cheap, you would be glad to give me a prolit on my purchase. I knew Sinclair well enough to be very sure that he would let the roof rot over his head before he would consent to sell the place to you.“ “You have done a friendly thing, Wyatt, and I thank you. I should hesitate, perhaps, in agreeing to such a bargain were any other man than Mr. Sinclair in question, but I do not feel myself bound to stand upon punctilio with him. “Punctilio, man! There's no punct'lio to stand upon. Sinclair sold tho the estato to me, unconditionally, and I have an indisputable right to sell if to you." |to be continued. |

LO LOVES REVENGE.

An Eye for an Eye and a Tooth for a Tooth Is His Law. You may educate an Indian as much as you plea, e, carry him through all tho higher branches, and fairly steep him in moral philosophy, but you can’) eliminate the spirit of revenge from his make up, says one who has lived among them. A great many of them have been taken in hand and fairly well educated, but the eye for an eye and tooth for a tooth law is strong among them. An incident of this characteristic occurred recently in Oregon. About twenty-live years ago a Klamath Indian was foully murdered by threo others, who departed for Another portibn of the Northwest. The murdered man left an infant child, a boy about a year old, and a squaw. When this boy was about 11 years of age his mother died and he was taken charge of by some while persons, who became inlore sted in his brightness and sent him to tcheol. He was an apt scholar ani learned rapidly and he did so well in the primary branches that his education was continued. At 111 his studies ceased and he was given employment as a lally keeper at one of the Columbia River fisheries. It was remembered, after the recurrences that I am about to relate took place, that the young Indian was continually making inquiries of one sort or another of every visiting Indian who happened to reach the neighborhood. At last one day he threw up his position and disappeared. Within the next t»yo weeks three old Si wash Indians were found killed in three different sections of the Puget Sound country. It turned out that they were tho murderers of this young Indian’s father, and that from his infancy to the time she djed his mother bed devoted herself to instilling into his mind the idea that it was his holy duty to avenge his father's death.

Paris’ City of the Death

Some forty or fifty years ago the catacombs of Paris were the objects of daily visits, and the sight was one which every visitor to Paris felt c&iled upon to see. Accidents, however, frequently took place, and at present no one enters the catacombs except at certain periods of the year, when the engineers have to make a formal report us to their condition. Tho ventilation is effected by means of numerous holer communicating with the upper air. The names of visitors are called ever before they go down and agam when tliev come up. The general aipect of the place is not so solemn qs might be imagined. It suggests rather a vast wins cellar, in which the cases inclose bones instead of bottles. Thu relics of 4,000,00 ) persons now re pos t there. This subterranean city contains streets and passages like the city above.

Footing the Bills of the Fair.

The American custom of paying foi your friends in cases or restaurants prevails in Spain, though nowhere else on the continent, says a traveler. Formerly gentlemen who accompanied ladies on their shopping expeditions were in the habit of paying for everything their fair friends bought, so that 1 gallantry became a too expensive luxury, and the custom wisely died out. It used t u be said in Andalusia, where women were more extravagant than in the north, that a long purse was needed for a short walk with a lady. The custom is obsolete now, and she who allows you to make purchases for her is supposed to be devoid of high breeding.

ART OF BALL-TOSSING

THE STAR NEW YORK PITCHER TELLS ABOUT IT. £• Writes of Hl* “Inshoots,” “Oat*” And “lirop» M -»An Accurate Eye I* Moit Important— Study in 5 the Hats man's Weak I'oldU. • "T Ambition of Hoy*. It is safe to say that one of the ambitions of the average American youth is to become a scientific pitcher, writes Lester P. German, the star

New York ball tosser. Mind you, Ido not imply that they ail want to shine as professional pitchers and to adopt sbase-ball as a professon and as a means of earning a livelihood, but they want to be pitchers.

LESTER P. GERMAN.

Why? you ask; and I answer, “I don’t know.” It must be in the air. It will be well. I think, to state the requisites of a pitcher in their order and then to illustrate these requisites by a cursory look at the development of the game. The pitcher must be a strong man physically—that is. he must take care of his health. It is no exaggeration to say that the best pitchers go into training on the scale that Sullivan, Corbett and Mitchell did for their bouts. The next thing is a good eye. The accurate measurement of distance is half the battle. Thirdly, the pitcher must stand the right distance from the home plate. Good delivery is not possible when the plate Is too far. The Star Position. I started in to say that it Is the ambition of every boy to be a pitcher; that is, every boy who is physic-

ally able to play the game. Every boy wants to play base-ball,and most of them do so at some time in their lives. Now, the pitcher is the star position on a team, : and naturally most people “want to occupy the center

of the sta>e,” so to speak. Much depends upon a pitcher, and a team otherwise strong, with a weak pitcher, cannot expect to win many games, and a championship never. A pitcher should acquire a springy step This is an easy matter ir a man practices a little. Learn to move all the toes freely. Thus swift delivery is neutralized. . There are, of course, many things that can only be learned from experience, such as the proper way to act in understanding signals. The evolution of the pitcher furnishes an interesting study not only to the athlete, hut to the scientist. In the days of the

old Knickerbockers, when enough runs were made to make a baseball score look like a cricket match, the pitcher was not such an important Individual as he is to-day. In those days an underhand of delivery was used, and even long after that it was not an unusual thing for a team to score 100 runs in a game. Afterward the pitcher was allowed more license, the

THE OUT DROP.

overhand delivery came in, and this made even more effective the curve, which learned men of science had said was an impossibility. Even after a public exhibition was held and a pitcher sent the curves between two posts, the scientists argued that It was an optical Illusion, sticking to their original idea that it was physically impossible for a man to cause a globe to curve in the air. But it was done then, and it is now accomplished by thousands of pitchers. Pitching comes natural to some players, just as catching does to others, outfield work to others, and

infield work to the remainder. To become a successful pitcher a man or boy must have something besides brute force. The day when speed alone would make a reputation for a pitcher is past. To be strategic pitcher to-

day a twirler must the out curve. have spefed, a perfect command of the ball, and puzzling curves. Another thing which I find of material advantage to me is in studying the weak points in the batsmen who face me. Some batsmen can hit one sort of a ball and they can’t hit another, and it is to a pitcher’s Interest to find out all these little things and utilize them accordingly. There is another point in pitching which beginners should study and that is the position of the feet and hands. A pitcher whose feet get in his way can never expect to become famous as a green diamond twirler. Then a pitcher who allows the batsman to see the ball all the time is at a disadvantage. Of course, the rules will not permit one to hold the ball behind the back before delivering It, as was tho case years ago, but if one is blessed with large hands, largo palms being plentiful in baseball, it is an easy matter td conceal the ball, or practically so. Nurslm? the Arm. Now as to training—a particularly Important duty for a pitcher. A pitcher’s arm—that is, his pitching arm—is his stock in trade. He must watch that arm as carefully as a mother does her babe. Most pitchers cover the arm with a sweater or coat when they are not pitching, while others wear flannel bandages upon their arms and shoulders. Concerning training, moreover, I can say nothing that anyone [does not know who has made a study of physical culture. All that is essential is to observe the rules of health and to expand the chest and lungs. A player In active training will find hand-ball an excellent exercise, as it develops all the,muscles. Bowling is also a favorite pastime of mine in the winter and spring, as I find that

knocking tenplds keeps my am good and all the time. A pitcher should be nxyefol about using his full strength in tRe early spring games. The bones ancf, muscles act contrary, particularly otAa very cold day. It has been said that ja pitcher when he goes into a game should be prepared to think that it is his last. I do not believe this, for a pitcher who nurses his strength ought to last for many years. The long and honorable career of Timothy neefe, John Clarkson, and James Galvin illustrate this point.

MID FRUIT TREES AND ROSES.

Th© Poet of th© Siernu Lives Simply and ('lose to Nature*. Near the summit of the green hills which half inclose the city of Oakland, on an eminence from which one may look across the bay, with its ferry-boats shuttling to and fro, upou the Golden Gaie of Ban Francisco, and thence beyond where the white sails slime upon the waters of the Pacific—there, iu a garden spot of Nature, lives Joaqum Miller, the quaint and simple poet of the Sierras. Hamlin Garland, the poet and author, has recently visited Miller, and tells us many interesting things concerning the poet and his peculiar, yet beautiful, habits of life, ills home consists of a series of lour cottages, in wh ch he lives with his aged mother and brothers. The cottages stand in the center of a terraced fruit farm, with roses growing all about them, and the eye of the poet ever rests upon fruit trees, flowers, the mountains on one side and the valley and the waters on the other. Miller believes in individual freedom in living; he thinksmost families live too close together, and so, ius' ead of one large bouse, he has built four little ones. In one lives h's mother, where all dine together. In another he himself sleeps and writes; the third is lor his brothers, and the fourth for his guests. The doors of his cottage are never shut, and the air in the rooms is as pure as that of the woods. The walls are covered autograph letters, newspaper scraps, and prlntsof thefacdsof his friends. A saddle hangs in the corner, bearskins and wolfskins cover the chairs and Jie on the floor as rugs. Miller loves the woods and mountains. He was born in Indiana woods, when a child niado the overland Journey through the Rockies and his

AN IN CURVE.

boyhood was spent in the forests of Oregon. His belief Is that If Christ were to return to this earth He would not live In a great house in the roar of a city, attended by servants —It would be impossible for Him. He would live near to Nature, would serve Himself to be served by those who loved Him. Miller believes that the one positive law of God to man was this: “In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread.” He believes that if this law were absolutely carried out, all inequality, all grinding toil, all the hurry and bitterness and insecurity of life here on earth would vanish. He is an indefatigable worker. Ho took this piece of land when it was nothing but barren hillside, incredibly sterile and rocky. With the work of his own bands he led the water down from the canyon, lie has terraced the hillsides, built stone walls, hollowed out trout ponds and planted orchards of olives and walnut trees. His habit Is to drive away at his writing in the forenoon, while In the afternoon he works with .the man to whom he has given a part of his plough land in payment for assistance in the other work about the orchard. Thus it will be seen he has much the same idea expressed by Tolstoi as he walks behind his Russian harrow.

Contrivance for Separating Coin Taken In Church Collection*. Lewis K. Thurlow, of Brooklyn, has recently patented an Invention which is likely to revolutionize one phase of church work. Mr. Thurlow is trustee of one of the leading churches of Brooklyn. He counts the collection every Sunday. This consists of a large number of quarters, dimes, nickels and pennies, and it takes much time to sort them out. Counting the money is the least part of the work, the great trouble being to separate'lt. * ■’ ' Now, Mr. Thurlow has invented a coin separator. It consists of a box

or case, in which there are small drawers. Each drawer is perforated with round holes large enough to allow a certain sized coin to pass through. The top drawer will only hold half-dollar pieces, the next drawer quarters, the next nickels, the next pennies and the bottom dimes. When the collection has been taken up all the money received is placed in the top compartment Then the box is locked and thoroughly shaken. When it is opened it is found that the coins have dropped through to their respective compartments. It is then a matter of very little moment to arrange them for rapid counting. The box in appearance is very neat It is made of polished oak and can be carried to the trustee or treasurer’s house. It is about a foot square. The drawer bottoms are made of metal or hard rubber.

JOAQUIN MILLER AT HOME.

A MONEY SIEVE.

THURLOW'S MONEY SEPARATOR.

NEWS OF OUR STATE.

j A WEEK AMONG THE HUSTLING HOOSIERS. . WilW Onr Xelfhl«n Are Doing - Waiter* of fifniml and Loral Intrrrif—Marring,* and Death* AreMent* Ana-Trim**— Pointers About Omr Own People. Minor Sir* Item*. Valparaiso has * londed debt of SOi’.OOO and a floating debt of over sll,000. George Collins, aged 20, foil off a load of wheat at Shelbynlie, and broke his uock. Chas. Stoker, New Albany, while intoxicated, fell in from? ©f a switch engine, and was killed. Benjamin Odgen, Washington Township, Allen County, was struck in tho stomach by a hay fork and killed. WASAINGTON is complimenting hersolf on the small number of fires that have occurred in that city recently. Hakvk Hancock wus seriously assaulted by Ollie Health near Lebanon, while the two men were fussing over tho pasturing of hogs. While Mrs. Zolmann and Miss Minnie Stone of Bedford, wero driving, their hi rses became frightened and ran away. Hoth women wero seriously injured. Hiram Harlan, a young man living north of Wilkinson, jumped from a load of hay ana received injuries from which lie died. He struck on n wheol of tho wagon. A TRAIN on tho Rig Four road sot fire to a field of wheat north of Wubush belonging to Thomas F. Payne. The grain wus all destroyed, entailing a loss of nearly 81.000. Jos EH ll Ukookiks has brought suit in tho Mudison Circuit Court for slo,* 000 damages against tho Panhandle railway, lirookios was terribly erushod while coupling carp. A Columhus man was jailed because he cut his wife's dross into shreds when he was angry at her. He claimed that he owned liis wife and her clothes, and had a right to do what lie pleased with mom. Two FIELDS of whoat belonging to Daniel Pratt and a neighbor, near Urbana, Wabash County, were destroyed by fire. Two fields of hay wero also burned, the Humus starting from a Big Four locomotlvo spark. Chester Chase. 22 years old. son of Lephi Chase,of F.el River Township, Allen County, wob drowned while bathing in a fish pond of Adam Maxwell. It is supposed ho took cramps, us he sank without any noise or struggle. In tho stream of Flat rock, near ColumbiH, Joseph Goble, a well-known cit /.on, caught a bass weighing about two pounds. When ho aross-od tho tish ho found it had swallowed a water snake measuring twelve inches. Henry and Daniel Shields, two Monroe County lads under ugo, wore arrested and placed in jail at Martinsville for passing counterfeit dollars. Twenty-four dollars of tho spurious metal wus found iu their pockets uftor arrest. Mkrrett Alexander, n young man who lias boon in tho employ of Elisha Williums, a farmer living "nine miles west of ConnorsvlUo, fell out of an apple tree and wus impalod on a polo standing against tho troe. He cannot recover. Patents have boon awarded to tho following residents of Indiana: Barbaba Fox, Napoleon. Are escape; Charles D. Jonnov, I ndiananolls, conduit for electric railway; Elwood W. McGuire, Richmond, lawn clipper; William C. Young, Fort Wayne, cutting tool for grant to, etc. The resumption of work at tho Amorican tin-plate plant at Elwood this week marks the beginning of another year in tho history of theso works, which are tho largest in the world. In a few weeks the plant will have been enlarged so that, it has a capacity of 0,01)0 boxes of finished piate per week and anunny ofovor 000 workmen.

Albert Graham, aged 45, a wealthy farmer of Noble Township, Shelby County, met with a peculiar accident which can od (is death forty-eight hours afterwards. He was hauling wheat to a threshing machine up a h 11, when the wagon became uncoupled, throwing h m against the front standard. lie luavos a wife and six sons. The Howarn Circuit Court has decided that Tipton County must support the family of Bluffo Falcon berry, a convict. When Falconberry was sent to prison the Tipton County authorities dumped tliofamily over tho Madison County line, hut the woman and sevon children wore promptly sent back. Suit was brought with tho above result. Clayton C. Mount and wife of Windfall, were soriously in ured recently. They wore returning from Curtisville in a buggy; the horse ran away, turning tho buggy over and throwing Mr. and Mrs Mount out on the pike. Mr. Mount received a number of bad bruises on the heud and one of his eyes put out. while Mrs. Mount is seriously cut about tho faco and her jaw broken. Lake Erie and Western switch engine Vo. 8(5 ran wild from near the loundhouse. in tho west part ol Muneie, to a point just east of tho city, where it collided with the west-bound local, badly smashing both engines. The freight engine is No. 52. Engineer GandstatT and his fireman jumped in time. The wild engine crossed sixteen street crossings, but the tracli was clear. Engineer Tom Jones wa< at supper, and his fireman, Jim Driscoll, claims that in his temporary ab--1 sence some one opened the throttle. I The engine had 120 pounds of steam on. and smashod up one of the best engines on the road. Tho damage is heavy. A FIRE which destroyed two box cars and a passenger coach occurred in the Chicago and Southeastern Railway Company’s yards ia Lebanon. Its origin is a mystery, but is supposed to be the work of incendiaries. Hiram Harlan, a young man, aged 2d, was killed in a harvest field, about eight miles south of Anderson. Harlan was driving a spirited team, that took fright at a load of hay. The wagon in turning a corner, upset, and | tho driver jumped to keep himself from being buried under the load. He fell squarely across a wheel and died in a few minutes. Edward Stallman, aged 9 years, was drowned in the Ohio Kiver at the lower wharf, Evansville. He was the con of Mr. Louis Stallman, of the Anchor boat. The 2-year old child of Augustus Banks, a farmer liying immediately north of Peru, was bitten by a rattlesnake, from tho effects of which it will probably die. The child was playing in the road in front of tho house, and when found by the mother it was playing with the snake. The fangs of the reptile entered the child’s leg below the knee. The leg has swollen to three times its natural size and the child will probably die'. The snake tiled had three rattles.

THE MOTOR CYCLE

Power TniwlAlied by Coal Ou aad Take* the yi*** of Carriage*. The of the Id* ventive geniusps who cater to the requirements of the wheel work) i* the motor cycle. The novelty Is iotended to take the place of boggle* and carriages, and is designed to

FOR ONE TO RIDE ON.

of service at a!) seasons of the year and in every kind nt going. The tires are fully four inches io diameter, and vibialien is reduced to a minimum. The motive power is produced by coal ! ©4l, and as soon as the rider takes his seat securely tho machine does the rest. A gallon of oil will drive the single-seat motor 200 miles, while twice the quantity will send the new tour-wheeled contrivance a simi’ar distance with three pus-engers aboard. The four-wheeler seems destined to a long lease of popularity. It practically consists of two ladies’ bicycles connected by acarrlngc scat In which three passengers can seat themselves comfortably. The speed can be controlled at tho operator’s will, hut just how fast a “scorcher" may send It along will not be known with any degree of accuracy until the practical speed trial is held on some data in the near futu.?*** Tho designer has long before the public with his afr-Shlp theories, and now that ho has got down to terra flrma the chances are that his ideas will be found of practical utility. Experts who have examined tbs two types of cycle think they are destined to play a prominent part among the seasons Inventions. Should, a tithe of tho Inventor’s hopes

A BICYCLE BUILT FOB TWO.

be realized, the public must be prepared to see citizens gliding along with far less waste of energy than la required to climb an olovator stairs or sprint from the sidewalk to catch a surface car. With a motor cycle, a gallon pf coal oil and a box of matches the veriest cripple will be able to hold his own with tho most muscular prodigy bestriding a wheel.

IT COST $10,000,000.

Georgo Gould'* Hunting Lodge In th© I'uMklll Mountain*. George Gould’s mountain luxury, Furlough Lodge, cost 810,000,000 and an upward of 81, « 000,000 a year Is necessary to maintain it. The lodgti, which is located in the Gatsklll mountalds, stands on a 1,000-aqrc tract of very expensive land. Tho tract Is surrounded with a barbed wire fence ten foot high. Within this inclosure Is tho finest pigeon warren in the world, and the richest pheasantry. There is an immense deer park, a small herd of buffalo and foxes that run wild all tho year around, inviting visitors to shoot them. To take care of this great supply of game there are ten men employed all the year around. And these are under the direction of a head gamekeeper, who is personally responsible

GEORGE GOULD'S SHOOTING BOX.

for a supply of things to be shot when Mr. Gould and his friends come up for a holiday. The Winter supply of horses is always seventeen,and the summer supply twice that number. Tho Russian dogs, with Czarain, the famous foxhound, at the head of the kennel, and the kennels of all other rare, hardy winter dogs, have their special keepers; and, all told, the place Is kept on as large a scale and as luxuriantly as any royal estate. No one else on earth spends as much on a shooting box.

South American Wheat.

The exports of wheat from Buenos Ayres during the three months ending March 31 were over 1,000,000 bags, more than double those for the corresponding period of the previous year, and when It Is considered that J 803 was the greatest wheat year in tho history of the Argentine Republic it means a great deal. The total exports of wheat to Europe and Brazil, last year, surpassed 1,000,000 tons, and for the present year the exports a;e expected to exceed 2,000,000 tons. In Uruguay, across tho river, the same conditions exist, and the crop is so large that the railways cannot furnish sufficient cars to haul it to tide-water. A private letter says that the Central Uruguay railway, which passes through the wheat belt of the country, has filled every available inch of storage room It possesses with wheat in bags, using the engine and coach sheds, the carpenter and repair shops, and even tho superfluous room in the station houses along the line. The total crop this year is estimated at more than twice what it was last, and tho acreage that Is now being ploughed for wheat will make next year’s crop five-hundred per cent, larger.—Chicago Record.

How It Was Named.

Tweed, as a cloth name, arose from a mistake. Its name was twill, but in a blotted lnirolee sent to a London merchant the word looked like tweed and so it came into use.