Democratic Sentinel, Volume 18, Number 36, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 21 September 1894 — Page 3

UNITED AT LAST

CHAPTER XXVII-Continued-Gilbert handed the Coroner Melaine’s letter, which had now assumed a crumpled and dilapidated appearance, as of a letter that had lain all night in the dew and dirt of the footpath under the trees. The Coronor puzzled through the letter, reading it aloud, with various mistakes and pullings up and tryings back, the jury listened open-mouthed. “This clearly indicates that Mr. Wyatt came here by appointment," remarked the Coroner, sagely. “Who is this Melaine Duport?" "My wife's mail.” It was explained to the Coronor that Melaine Duport was missing. After this, the jury having duly viewed the body, or, at any rate, made believe to view it, the' inquest was adjourned to give the local police time to make their investigations, though what they wore to invest'gate seemed a somewhat puzzling question. . “They’ll bring some London detectives, who will look into my room, see those guns, and then put two and two together,” thought Gilbert. “I don’t suppose my alibi wou d hold water at the assizes. A jury would want some independent evidence to sustain my account of my time between 7 o clock and midnight yesterday.” Trrtvr ****** The Coroner’s inquest dragged its slow lengths along. No new evidence was elicited to make the case stronger a lainst Gilbert Sinclair. The fact of his departure remained the only damning fact against him. There was also the fact of Melanie Duport’s disappearance on the morning of the murder, and opinions were divide:! as to which of these two was guilty, or whether both had not been concerned in the ait. The newspapers made much capital out of an event which soon became known as the Davenant Mystery, and Constance Sinclair had the horror of knowing that she was the ob ect of a morbid interest in the minds of the nation at large. She left Davenant almost immediately after her husband, and took up her abode at Marchbrook, with Martha Briggs and the little girl for her only companions, until the arrival of Lord Clanyarde from the con-

tinent. The inquiry before the coroner endod at last in an open ve; diet. The deceased had been shot by some person or persons unknown. Davenant was formally taken possession of upon midsummer day, not by Sir Cyprian Davenant, but by his lawyer, who installed some of the old family servants as care-takers. Sir Cyprian had left England, a few days before James Wyatt s death, on his long-talked-of African expedition. The year wore round and the horror of James Wyatt’s unexplained death faded out of the national mind, as all such horrors do fade when the newspapers leave oil writing about them. Constance lived her quiet life at Marchbrook as she had lived at Davenant, happy with her child, yet mindful, with a shuddering pity of that fi i ndless wanderer doomed to bear the brand of Cain. Christmas came and passed, and for nearly a year she had remained in ignorance of her husband's fate. Then came a letter, in a strange hand, but signed by Gilbert Sinc'air: “Dear Constance. —lamdown with a malignant fever common to this part oi the world, and generally fatal. Before I die I should like to ask you to forgive me for all the pain my jealousy gave you in days gone by, and to teil .you that I now believe that jealousy to have been causeless. It was what the thieves call a ‘put up’ business, and Wyatt was the lago. He set a trap for me, and got snared himself in toe end. “I want to tell you something else, which may perhaps distress you, but that is no fault of mine. The child you are so fond of is not your own. Boor little Christabel was leally drowned, and the little girl brought to Davenant while you were ill is a child adopted for the purpose of bringing about your recovery. This plan was sugge ted to me by your father. He knows all about it. “I have made my will, and sent it to my London lawyers. I leave you ■e, erything. So, if matters go well in the North, you will be a very rich woman. 1 wasted a good deal of money on the Newmarket stable; but, with your qu et life, you will soon recover lost ground. Of course you will marry C. D. W ell. I can't help that, I ought never to have thrust my.-elf between you and your first Jove. Nothing but misery has come of our marriage. “God bless you, and give you a happier life than you would ever have spent with me. Your dying husband, “Gilbert Sinclair. “P. S. — If I go, the man who w.ites this, Thomas Grace, tobacco grower, will send you certificate of death, and all necessary evidence. If I live, you shall hear from me again.” ’

CHAPTER XXVIII. CRUET, KINDNESS That letter from her dying husband was a bitter blow to Constance Sinclair. There was the keen sense of loss; the knowledge that her lovely cbiid had verily sunk beneath the German river never to rise again save as a spirit amidst the choir of angels. There was the deep humiliation of knowing that she had been duped. They had taken advantage of her affliction and consoled her with a lie. She had been fooled, deceived and deluded, as a child is deluded for her good. Her soul rose up against this mocking of consolation in bitterest anger. Her very thanksgivings to Heaven—tho.-e outpourings of a mother’s grateful heart overflowing with its wealth of joy—had been offered up in vain. She had no reason to ba thankful. Heaven and earth had conspired in ill treating her. God had taken away her reason, and man imposed upon her folly. Whom upon earth could she ever trust again, when even her father had so deceived her? With her husband's letter came the certificate of his death. The same post brought her a letter from Gilbert’s lawyers, to inform her of their receipt of his will, executed on his deathbed.

BY MISS M E BRADDON

After those tears given to the untimely dead, her thoughts were full of anger. She could not forgive the deception that had been practiced, even though it had been done to save her life. “Better a thousand times to have died in that dim dream than to awake to such a disappointment as this,” she said. While she sat with Gilbert’s letter open before her. abandoned to a tearless despair, the little one’s voice sounded in the corridor, and she heard the light, swift footstep which always made her heart thrill. To-day it struck her with an actual pain. She rose involuntarily and ran to the door as she had been accustomed to run to meet her pet. rejoicing at the child's approach; but, witti her hand upon the door, she stopped suddenly. “No, I won t see her—litt e impoitor —living lie—to have stolen my love and my dead child Poking down upon me fro n heaven all the while —looking down to see her place filled by a stranger—lonely in heaven,perhaps,for want of a mother’s love, and seeing her mother’s heart given to another. ” The light-tripp.ng step camenea-er. “Mamma! mamma!” called the glad young voice. Constance locked the door. “Go away,” she cried, hoarsely; “I don't want you!” There was a pause—complete silence —and then a burst of sobbing. The strangeness of that tone had chilled the’child’s heart. Lips that had hitherto only breathed hive, to day spoke with the accents of hate. Instinct told the child the greatness of the change. The little feet retreated slowly down the corridor —not so lignt of step this time —the sobs died away in the distance. “I will never see her face again,” cried Constance. "Some wretched child —perhaps the offspring of sin—base at heart as she is lair of face—and so like my lost one —so like—so like. No. I will send her away—settle a sum of money —provide handsomely for her—poor child, it is not her crime—but never see her again. Yet, oh, Gcd! I love her. And she is crying cow, perhaps. The loving little heart will break. ” She had been pacing the room distractedly. This last thought was too much to bear. She ran to the door, unlocked it, and went out into the corridor, calling, “Bel e. darling Belle, come back, iam waiting for you yet.” “My pet, I love you, I shall love you to my dying day,” she cried, passionately. “Hearts can not be played with like this. Love can not be given and taken away. ” The child hugged her. and was comforted, understanding the love, if not the wbrds that told it. “Belle hasn’t been haughty, has she, mamtna?” she asked, with innocent wonder. “No, pet; but mamma has been very unhappy. Mamma has had a sad le - ter. Oh, here comes Martha, ”as that devoted nurse entered the night nursery. “Do you know, Martha, I think Cristabel wants change of air. You must take her to Hastings for a little while.” “Lor’, mum, that would be nice. But you’ll come, too, of course. You wouldn’t like to be parted from her. ” “I don’t know that I could come, quite at first. I might come afterward, perhaps. I have some very sad business to attend to.” Constance told Martha of Mr. Sinclair's death, but not a word of that imposture which had just been revealed to her. Martha had t een as completely deceived as she had, no doubt, Constance argued, for she know it was not in the girl’s honest nature to assist in a deception. The likeness to the lost child had deluded them both. “I suppose all children of the same age ana complexion are alike,” thought Constance; “and yet I fancied my baoy was different from a 1 other children.” She wished to send the child away, in order, if possible, to cure herself of the habit of loving a child that had no claim on her —to love whom was a kind of treason against the beloved dead. The preparations for the journey were hurried over; Martha was delighted to pack and be off. The child was pleased to go, but cried at parting from “mamma. ” At two o’clock in the afternoon the carriage drove Martha and her charge to the station, with the steady fold Marchbrook butierl for their escort. He was to take lodgings for them, and to make all things easy ,for them, and see them comfortably settled before he came back to, Marchbrook. Constance breathed more freely when the child was out of the house, and there was no chance of hearing that light footstep, that clear, sweet, childjsh voice. Yet how dreary the big old house seemed in it 3 solitude, how gloomy the rooms, without that fluttering, changful soul and all the busy life she made around her—the family of dolls—the menagerie of woolly animals, all atticted with the same unnatural squeak.gaud internal noise never heard to issue from any animpd that ever lived in the realm of zoology. “It would have broken my heart to keep her near me, ” thought Constance, “and I feel as if it must break my heart to lose her.” Sho sent for Dr. Webb. He was in the plot, doubtless. It was at his advice, perhaps, that this heartless deception had been practiced upon her. If it were so, she felt that she must hate him all her life. Tha little village surgeon came briskly enough, expectingto find a mild of measles, or some other infantile ailment, in the Marchbrook nursery. What was his astonishment when he found Cinstance pacing the lo:g dreany drawing-room, pa e, with two burning spo!s on her cheeks,eyes bright with fever. “My dear Mrs. Sinclair, what is the matter?” “Everything,” cried Ccnstarce. “My poor husband is dead, and on his deathbad wrote me a letter telling me the cruel truth. Your wicked plot has been discovered. Yes, wicked; for all lies are wicked. You can not do evil that good may come of it. You saved my life, perhaps, but what a life! To find that 1 have lavished my love upon an impostor; that when I thanked God on my knees for His bounteous mercies, I had received no gracious gift. He had shown no pity for my sorrows: but you —you and my father had played at Providence, and had pretended to.j'erform a miracle for my sake. It was a cruel, infamous deception.” j “It was designed to save your life, and, what is even more precious than life, your reason,” replied Dr. Webb, wounded by the harshness of this attack. “But whatever blame may attach to the strategem, you may spare me your censure. I had nothing to do with it The German physician, whom i your father brought here, was the ad--1 v'ger from whom the suggestion came.

He and your father carried It out between them, i had nothing to do but look on, and watch the effect of the shock upon you. That was most happy.” “The German doctor,” said Constance. wonderingly. “Yes, I remember him faintly, as if it were a dream —that winter night. He made me sing, did he not? His voice had a mesmerical effect upon mo. I obeyed him involuntarily. His presence' seemed to give me comfort, stranger though he was. It was very curious. And then he bent over me and whispered hope, and from that instant I felt happier. And it was all a mockery after all; it was a trick. Tell me who aud what the child is, Dr. Webb.” “I know nothing of her origin. Lord Clanyarde brought her to Davenant. That is all I can tell you. ” “Fool! fool! fool ” cr ed Constance, with passionate self-reproach, “to take an impo tor to my he rt so blindlv, to ask no questions, to bell ve without proof or witness that heaven had performed a miracle for my happiness. What right had I to suppose that Prov.donee would care so much for me?” “You have great cause to bo thankful for the restoration of life and reason. Mrs. Sinclair,” said the Doctor, reproachfully. ' “Not if life is barren and hopeless! not if reason tells me that I am childless.” “You have learned to love this strange child. Cannot you take consolation from that ailectiou?” “No; I loved her because I believed she was my own. It would bo treason against my dead child to love this impostor. ” “And you will turn her out-of-doors, I suppose, and send her to the workhouse?” "I am not so heartle sas that. Her future shall be provided for, but 1 shall never see her again. I have sent her to Hastings witn her nurse, who adores her. ” “That's fortunate, since she is to be deprived of everybody elses affection.” There was a spice of acidity in the doctor's tone. He had attended t e child in various small illnesses, had met her almost daily riding her tiny Shetland pony in the lanes, and entertained a warm rogard for the pretty little winning creature, ivho used to Eurse up her lips into a rosebud for im to kiss, and had evidently not the least idea that ho was old and ugly. “Since you can toll me nothing, I shall send for my father,” said Constance; “he must krfow to whom the child belongs.” “I should imagine so.” replied the doctor, glad to feel himself absolved of all blame. It w T as a painful position, certainly, he thought. He had anticipated this difficulty from the beginning of things. He was very glad to take his leave of his patient, after hazarding a platitude or two by way of consolation. Lord Clanyarde was in Paris enjoying the gayeties of the cheerful season before Lent, and making himsolf extremely comfortable in his bachelor room at the Hotel Bristol. He had married all his daughters advantageoujly and buried his wjfe, and felt that his mission ha i been accomplished, and that ho was free to make his pathway to the grave a i pleasant a i he coula. From January to March he found his aged steps traveled easiest over the asphalt of Paris, tnd as poor Constance was happy with her adopted child, ho folt no scruples against leaving her to enjoy life in her ow r n quiet way. |TO BE CONTINUED.!

Work of White Ants.

The pyramids of the white ants are a characteristic feature of the African landscape. The builders of these structures are not ants, but belong to the smaller family of termites. There is scarce y an insect so thoroughly hated by man as the termites, and the hatred is fully justified. They gnaw ever.i thing; the balconies and po.-ts of the houses, tab!es. chairs, wardroles, books, cloth, leather; in fact, little comes amiss to them except iron. The evidences of the destructive labors of the te. mites are to be seen on every side; but the creaturas themselves are rarely seen. They steal sneakingly to their labors. They are all blind, with the exception of the king and queen, and all def nseless except the soldier caste, which constitutes about one or two per cent, of the population. To escape starvation they must leave their subterranean homos or pyramids in search of dead wood, and, becau o of their blindness.they render themselves invisible as the best mode of defense. By mea s of small dry tubes, constructed with infinite labor, and guarded by the soldier termites from hostile insects, they reach the timber to bo operated upon. These tubular passages are about the diameter of a small gas pipe, and are frequently carried in a zigzag course by the termites up the trunk ot a tree in their search for a dry branch. One may travel for hours and not find a single tree without one of these passages.

Farming in New Hampshire.

A correspondent of the Boston Transcript draws a gloomy picture of the farmers in the hill country of New Hampshire. There is no large area of land anywhere under cultivation, and only bmall herds of cattle. The scattered houses are surrounded by a garden patch, a few acres of corn, a pasture, with dense woods encircling all. “There is no real farming,” he says. “Each man has his own mouth and a smaller or larger circle of dependent mouths to fill, and he goes at it in the way that lies nearest to his hand; in the way that his father went at it before him, and his grandfather, and his father. The commercial idea for accounting for outgoes and incomings is no part of their mental makeup; they live fiom field to mouth, and their horizon is bounded by the store which takes their butter and eggs in trade, and the town house where they exercise the rights and functions of American citizens.”

A Remedy for Dog Bite.

When a person is bitten by a dog tho first thing to do is to suck the blood out of the wound and with it the virus if the dog has rabies. But care must be taken that there be no cuts on the lips or in the mouth. Where the dog’s teeth have had to go through clothing before reaching the flesh the chances are better, for the poisonous saliva would likely bo taken off in penetrating the cloth. After the blood has beon sucked out a physician should be consulted, and cauterization retorted to. If no physician bo near, the wound should be cauterized anyway, well and deep, with a hot iron if less severe means cannot be obtained. Under the old methods of curing hydrophobia, when the virus once got into the system, there could really bo no cure. The case was fatal. Pasteur’s attenuated virus plan, from the results set forth, seems to be a great benefit.

Now for a Machine to Chew Them.

Sandwiches made by machinery are the result of a labor-saving device just invented.

Equally Nauseous Either Place.

The castor oil plant grows in America as well as India. The Moslems believe in tho existence of “seven great het hells. ”

FINE RACING AT THE STATE FAIR.

A Commodious Grand Stand, Splendid Track, Good Horses and Interesting Races.

GRAND STAND AS PHOTOGRAPHED SEPT 22ND. 1892.

The ludianapolis race course on the Indiana State Fair Grounds has the proud prestige ot being the fastest track in the world. It was hero that the Queen of the Turf, Nancy Hanks, made her famous raeo against, time in 1893, and the thousands in the beautiful grand stand saw the gallant little mare cut away the soconds from the trotting record of the world. It was here that she made her mark of 2:041. The track is built upon the host known principles and racing can be seen from the grand stand along every foot of the mile of beaten earth. The races at the State Fair in 1894 promise to eclipse anything heretofore seen on the grounds.

INDIANA STATE NEWS.

OCCURRENCES DURING THE PAST WEEK. An Interesting Samrairy of the More Important Doings of Our Neighbors-. Weddings and Deaths—Crimes, Casualties und General News Notes of the State. Ilooster Happenings Big wood-working mill, worth £50,000 is in ashes atGroenwood. A company with $10,0(H) capital has been organized at Middleburg to manufacture chewing gum. The Incandescent Electric Light Company and the Seymour Gas-light and Coke Company, both Seymour con- I corns, have consolidated. Hammond health officers claim to have located a factory in Lake County whore sausages and dried beef were j made from carcasses of Chicago street car horses. I Mrs. Mary Wier’s house, near Muncie. was burglarizod and S2OO j worth of jewelry stolen, When she heard of the theft she was prostrated and her recovery is doubtful. H. M. Williams, a balloonist, as-! cended 3,000 feet in the air at Fort ! Wayne. He lowered himsolf fifty feot j by a rope und attempted to pull his parachute loose. The huge umbrella ! would not work and he was compelled I to climb, hand over hand, to tho I trapeze. He eamo down in safety with the balloon. The great Burton family,numbering 150,000 in the United States, and about eighteen hundred in the vicinity of Mitchell, held their annual reunion in j a beautiful grove near that city. Prof. C. H. Hall of Franklin, made the annual address. At noon dinner was j served by the Bur Jon family. Many j after dinner speeches were made by prominent members of tho family. Edward Kelly, a glass blower, originally from East Cambridge. Mass., died at Swayzee. Kelly arose from his bed for a drink of water. He drank tfrom a can of supposed rain water on a window ledge. The can contained concentrated lye the chambermaid had been using for cleaning the room. After four days of agony Kelly died. Joseph Woods, a prosperous farmer of Brandywine Township, Shelby County, is the possessor of a week-old pig which has six - legs. The extra legs are joined to the pelvis and to tho rear of the hams. The animal is in a healthy condition, and bids fair .0 live to maturity. A close examination shows that there are two animals, which have been united about tho middle lumbar vertebra. A case of extreme cruelty to a child came to light recently at New Albany. A few nights ago Mr. and Mrs. Jordan Harris had a fight at their home on Water street. Mrs. Harris was worsted, and in a spirit of revenge she seized her 6-year-old stepson Charles and threw him on a redhot stove. Both arms were badiv burned before Mr. Karris could pull him off. He drove his wife from the house and the little boy is being cared for by relatives. Complaints .will be preferred against Mrs. Harris. Secretary Bicknell, who has just returned from a visit to the Southern prison, says the abolition of the lqckstep there is regarded as a move in the right direction. Through the lock-steo long-time prisoners acquired a peculiar gait that branded them all their lives as ex-convicts. The Northern prison will soon follow the example of the Southern prison in this respect. The new wall arouna the latter institution has been finished. It is thirtysix feet high, and extends seven leet under ground, resting on a b;se several feet wide. The prison is in an overcrowded condition. While playing hide and seek Frank Conner, 7-year-old son of Horace Conner of Lebanon, was instantly killed by falling through a hatchway into the cellar of Bell’s implement warehouse. He pulled a two-hundred-pound wagon wheel after him, which fell on his head, crushing his skull. At the American Tin-date factory, Elwcod, Major Stewart, employed in the tinning department, accidentally dropped some water in the ac!d flux, causing it to explode, flying all over his hands, head and face, and possibly destroying his sight. If he recovers he will be disfigured for life. Patents have been issued in Indiana as follows: Mathew Arbuekle, Indianapolis, wheel-washing device; John S. Birt, Arlington, assignor to F. H. L. Kahn & Bros.. Hamilton, Ohio, panmaking machine; Charles T. Cox, assignor of two-thirds to M. J. Moon and W. T. Bowers, Liberty, disinfecting apparatus; Michael Gleason, Liberty, fence machine: Edward ard L. Hedderick, Pettit sawing machine: Isaac H. Henley, Straughn, fodder-tying device; Lauren Humbarger, near Columbia City, apparatus for transplanting plants; FrankU. Smiley,Goshen, beam scale; Adolph Weil, Greenfield, apparatus for boring wells; William A. Wildback, Indianapolis, target trap.

Peru will build a now $30,000 school building Anderson flint bottle works huvo started up and 200 men aro employed. ShipshewaNA expects to have water works and electric lights this fall. South BeNP has a city ordinance prohibiting tho peddling of produce in the strectsi Farmers near Goshen are organizing to protect themselves aguinst hunters who trail over their premises without permission. Valparaiso hoodlums unsuccessfully tried to break up a salvat'on army meeting by throwing a skunk into tho barracks. MUNCIE glass workers and manufacturers have ugroect that a reduction of 22* per cent, ho made. It moots ilio approval of all concerned. Moses Hose, aged 14, while stoaling a ride on a P., C., C. Sc St. L. passenger train, foil benoatb the wheels and wub fatally injured at Jeffersonville. A serious hotul end collision between a ] assenger and freight train occurred on the G. E. &I. road, near Hill-dale, Both engines wore wrecked. No one injured. Henry Vodde, a fiftoon-y ear-old lad, was almost instantly killed at Fort Wayne, by falling under a Wa hash train while trying to run ueross ahead of the locomotive. Louie Hatch, aged 3, got a tobacco tag in his throat tho. other day, and suffered great agony. The tag was forced into his stomach, and was thrown from his stomach by an emetic. A MILE dam 500 feet long across tho Salamonie River. Wabash County, was destroyed by firo. Loss, SIO,OOO. Water is very low in tho rivor and it is thought that fishermen uccidontaily sot it on firo. Mat Tuttle, traveling salesman for the Wysor & Hibbit’s flour mill at Muneie, was badly scalded at the mill. He was assisting engineer James DoJand in fixing a steam pipe near tho boiler, when a plug fiewout of another pipe and he was delugod with scalding water. The flesh on his breast and back was fairly cooked. His condition is very serious, but nut fatal. Rev. E. Bohlander, pastor of the Ge:# an Evangelical Church at Sun Pierre, accidentally shot and killed himself. He was aroused by what he supposed to bo burglars, and seizing a gun, started to go out, when tho gun was discharged, blowing his head from the shoulders and six feet away from tho trunk. He loavos awife and several children. Hod cholera has broken out in Howard County and is raging to un extent never before equaled. In tho past four days hundreds of hogs have died, some farmers losing their entire drove. The epidemic appeared in several sections of tho county ut tho same time, and is more quickly fatal than over known there bofore. The farmers are greatly alarmed. The loss already reaches many thousand dollars. A shocking accident happened at the Mart/, canning iactorv, Tipton, which will result in the death of Mrs. George Teague. She was feeding tho can Idler and her hair caught in a line shaft above her. The entire scalp, including her forehead and one ear, was j jericed off. There is not a hair on her head nor eyebrows that are left. The ; surgeons dressed the wounds, but they say that there is no possible, hope for her recovery. Richard McGrief and his brother George, twins, celebrated their ninety- i third birthday at the former’s home near Decatur recently. They are un- j doubtediy the oldest twin brothers in ' the United States. Both are quite spry, walk without canes and read j without glasses. One thing remarkable in the history of their lives is that j neither ever used tobacco in any form nor took intoxicating liquors. Each owns a well improved farm. ' The municipal administration just inaugurated at Kokomo is pursuing vigorously the issue on which they were elected - that of the strict enforcement of the laws. At the first meeting of the Council every policeman except one was summarily dismissed. A. L. Martin, who is Captain of Company L, State militia, and Sir Knight Captain of the Kokomo Dirtsion, Uniform rank, K. of P., being the only survivor on the force. Four new men are in their places. At the samo session an ordinance was introduced to remove screens from saloons during unlawful hours, nights, Sundays and legal holidays. The order will nass and he strictly enforced. The State Tax Commission is giving attention to tho allowances that have to he made to the. attorneys who carried the railroad and other corporation tax cases to tho United States Supreme' Court. The total amount of property in controversy was over $22,ltyo,<X)o, said to be tho largest amount ever in litigation as tot.xation. The tax on this amount reached nearly $4,000,000, and the attorneys consequently expected a dig fee. It is said that the board intends to distribute $2(i,000 among three attorneys, giving John W. Kern $10,000,W A. Ketcham, SIO,OOO, and A. J. Beveridge SO,OOO.

Michigan City will establish free kindergarten schools. Bristol people are protosting vigorously against another saloon being located there. Diphtheria 1b epidemic at Bedford. Opening of schools has l>oon postponed on this account. Solomon E. Yost fell down an elevator shaft at Evansville, a distance of fifty foot. May recover. J. W. Haskett, ox-postmaster at, Strawns, committed suicide by shooting himself. Poor health. AL. LEE jumped from * a paHSougor train going ut full spood near Anderson and was fatally injured. A TOT Ai, of 308 children have been rogistorod s’nco tho establishment of the Orphans’ Home ut I.aporte. Earl Brown, 10-yoar-okl stepson of James P. Townsend, living noar Edinburg, was found drowned in a rain barrel. Mary Wilson of Muneie, lost a hand in a machine at the Cottugo Steam Laundry there, und sues for $5,(.03 dumugos.

A Discussion on Fishing.

“Papa,” said Betjny Bicohum Dor, who knew his father’s weakness, “you know all about fishing, don’t you?" “Yes, my son,” replied tiio elder Bloobnmper gr clously. “There is very little about that gentle snort with which l uni not familiar.” “You know all about the right sort of halt to u c. don’t you?" “Certainly.” “That’s what I was telling Freddy Fangio, and we agreed to leave something about fishing for you to decide. We had a discussion about it.” “Well, Benny, I am very glad to soo you take such an intcrost In fishing, as well as to sec such confidence in your father’s judgment. What Was tho point on which you and Freddy differed?" “I don’t know as wo differed, exactly. Freddy didn't seem to quite agree with me, though " “.State the question, Benny.” “Well, fish run In schools sometimes, don’t they, papa?” “Yes.” * “That’s what I told Freddy.” “Didn’t he believe It?” “Oh, yes, he believed that all right.” “Then what is it you wish me to decide?” “Well, I told him that when fish ran in schools tho proper bait to use was bookworms.”- Harper's Bazar.

They Were Shopworn.

“Yes, madam, ” exclaimed tho man ager of apartment store enthusiastically as he saw a big order In sight, “we keep anything and everything. We can give you anything you want from a pin to a threshing machine, a fishhook to a sealskin sacque, a dried apple to a diamond ring. Absolutely anything. ” “I’m so glad,” she remarked smilingly. “There In one thing I want so much.” “Why, what Is it? Glad to be of service to you ” “J wapt a do en ready made buttonholes. Ido hate to work buttonholes. ” “Um—yes—well, we have some, bill they wouldn’t suit you. They’s badly shopworn. One of the clerks carelessly left them too near the button box, and they wore Shemselves out Awfully sorry.”

Disappointing.

The mental havoc wrought by a long pursuant of the game known as “Anagrams” is sometimes sad to contemplate. A young girl who had had a protracted struggle to transpose the words “Nl e ham” into something else, at last asked eagerly: “Are proper names allowable?” “Oh dear, what a shame!" exclaimed the girl. “I thought I had found the anagram for this ( Id ‘Nice ham’ at last To be sure, I don’t know as I ever really knew anybody by the name of MacHlne, but it' sounds as if It were tome one’s name, anyhow!” And without a thought of the domestic “machine” so dear to thrifty householders, or to any of the other machines so liberally advertised at every turn, she swept the disappointing combination into a heap, and began her struggle afresh.

Envelopes.

A safety envelope, to prevent tampering, has been devised. On the flap, the words, “Attempt to open” are printed with a d*uble set of chemicals, the first impressicn containing nutgalls.ar.'d the second green vitriol If the flap be steamed or moistened in any way, the magio printing will appear. ,

IN CASE OF DROWNING

RULES WHICH IF CAREFULLY FOLLOWED MAY SAVE LIFE. How to Be*tor« a Half-Drowned Persom to Conucioosness—First of A’.l Tarn the Holy on It* Fare—The Method of Ke■torlng Respiration. Alt Boys Should Know Them. Every boy—and every grown person for that matter—ought to know how to restore a half-drowned companion to consciousness and life. Boys go in swimming In groups usually, and if one goes beyond his depth or becomes exhausted it is an easy matter often for another boy to effect his rescue. When he has got the apparently lifeless body to the water's edge, however, death has more than once followed because nobody kDew the light thing to do and no doctor was within quick reach. Hero are a few simple rules from the New York Times that any boy or girl of 12 or 14 can understand, and which should be carefully read over and learned. It may mean a life some day, boys—yours or another’s. Drowning, you know, Is suffocation: the lungs fill with water and there is no room for air. So the first thing is to turn the body on its face, and then by rolling it back and forth over anything which will lift the chest off the ground, spill out as much water from the mouth and nose as possible. A barrel is a good thing, but a barrel Is not on every shore, and another boy’s back, held in the leap-frog position, will do. Then put a finger down the throat and try to gi t more water. If the

THE FIRST MOTION.

unconscious boy still shows no sign of breathing, artificial respiration or Imitation breathing should bo begun. Tills is a very simple thing to do when you have once learned how. l'ut the boy on bis buck with a couple of jackets made Into a roll and put under him to ralso his chest up, with head hanging over as In tho picture. Then kneeling ut the head, bring tho boy’s elbows almost together just below tho chest. Press firmly and count two, then spread out tho arms to form a circle, bringing them together again over his head and count two more. Back again to tha chest, pressing (Irmly, and counting two each time, koeplng hold of tho boy’s arms all of the tlmo Just below the wrist. Keep this up constantly till tho boy begins to gasp. One boy can.relievo another, as tho motion is tiresome, but bo careful the next boy begins just where tho other leit off so as not to Interfere with the movement#. Don’t be discouraged If no signs of life appear ai tor long working. Hours of artificial breathing liavo sometimes been passed beforo the natural breathing returned. Of course, tills knowledge will only be needed In cases where the doctor or other person skillful In reviving the drowned is at hand, but every

THE SECOND MOTION.

boy should practice the movement till he is confident, and then, if called upon In an emergency, if he will be cool and keep his wits about him, he may have the hlghestof all privileges —the saving of a human life.

WASTING WESTERN FORESTS.

llnvoo Wrought by Lumbermen Who Hwmy a Power that 1m Autocratic. A Western lumber expert declares that almost the whole forest area of the country Is now In the possession of men who arc ruthlessly despoiling it of trees. “I have been appalled,” he said to a writer for the New York Evening Tost, “oy the havoc that has laid millions of acres bare by ax and Hood and flames, changing the reserve treasure spots of the people into unsightly wildernesses.” The few square miles of forest reserved by the Federal Government and the States here and there he regards an mere drops in the bucket. Drawing a picture of the immeuse personal power of the lumber king of the Northwest, he says: “The land is his and the product thereof; the mills and water power are his; the stores and necessaries of existence are his; the cattle and horses are his; and all the people are his retainers and servants; the weal or woe of the community is weighed in his hand, the happiness of many families •trembles at his word.” Admitting that lumbering operations have Increased the population and built up towns and settlements, he points out that the work has been a wasteful and a criminal one. “Even the most ordinary means,” he says, “would have prevented the lo3s of millions of trees by Are and many years of labor and life, for communities have been lost forever in the immense piles of slabs, refuse, sawdust and ashes that surround and overlie hundreds of milling plants. Stock enough to support a whole generation has teen burned up, rotted, or run off in streams; in the haste to get rich the large things only have been seen, and the little things have been overlooked; the future has been sacrificed to the greed of the present. The men who make the millions out of these operations when the timber is all felled and the mill silenced pull up their stakes and fold their tents in the night, like the Arab, and steal away to fresher fields—leaving tens of thousands of former dependents behind, to shift for themselves."

Intricate Process.

A pair of gloves passes through nearly 200 hands from the moment the skin leaves the dresser’s till the lime when the gloves are purchased.