Democratic Sentinel, Volume 20, Number 5, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 7 February 1896 — Page 3

TALMAGE’S SERMON.

HE PREACHES ON THE RETURN OF THE PRODIGAL. New Lights on a Familiar Story—The Richest Ring Ever Flashed on the Vision Is That Which Oar Father Puts on a Forgiven Soul. A Ring on His Hand. In liis sermon Sunday Rev. Dr. Talmage took for his subject the return of the prodigal son. The text chosen was Luke xv., 22, “Put a ring on his hand.” I will not rehearse the familiar story of the fast young man of the parable. You know what a splendid home he left. You know what a hard time he had. And you remember how after that season of vagabondage and prodigality he resolved to go and weep out his sorrows on the bosom of parental forgiveness. Well, there is great excitement one day in front of the door of the old farmhouse. The servants eome rushing up and say: “What’s the matter? What is the matter?” But before they quite arrive the old man cries out: “Put a ring on his hand.” What a seeming absurdity! What can such a wretched mendicant as this fellow that is tramping on toward the house want with a ring? Oh, he is the prodigal son. No more tending of the swine trough! No more longing for the pods of the carob tree! No more blistered feet! Off with the rags? On with the robe! Out with the ring! Even so does God receive every one of us when we come back. There are gold rings, and pearl rings, and emerald rings, and diamond rings, but the richest ling that ever Hashed on the vision is that which our Father puts upon a forgiven soul. I know that the impression is abroad among some people that religion bemeans and belittles a man; that it takes all the sparkle out of his soul; that he has to exchange a roistering independence for an ecclesiastical straitjacket. Not so. When a man becomes a Christian, he does not go down; he starts upward. Religion multiplies 1 by, 10,000. Nay, the multiplier is in infinity. It is not a blotting out; it is a polishing, it is an arborescence, it is an efflorescence, it is an irradiation. When a man comes into the kingdom of God. he is not sent into a menial service, but the Lord God Almighty from the palaces of heaven calls upon the messenger angels that wait upon the throne to fly and "put a ring on his hand." In Christ are the largest liberty, and brightest joy, and highest honor, and richest adornment. “Put a ring on his hand.” A Ring of Adoption. I remark, in the first place, that when Christ receives a soul into his love he puts upon him the ring of adoption. While in my church in Philadelphia there came the representative of the Howard mission of New York. He brought with him eight or ten children of the street that he had picked up, and he was trying to find for them Christian homes, and as the little ones stood on the pulpit and sang our hearts melted within us. At the close of the services a great-hearted wealthy man came up and said, “I’ll take this little bright-eyed girl, and I’ll adopt her as one of my own children.” And he took her by the hand, lifted her into his carriage and went away. The next day, while we were in the church gathering up garments for the poor of New. York, this little child came back with a bundle under her arm, and she said: “There’s my old dress. Perhaps some of the poor children would like to have it,” while she herself was in bright and beautiful array, and those who more immediately examined her said she had a ring on her hand. It was a ring of adoption. There are a great many persons who pride themselves on their ancestry, and they glory over the royal blood that pours through their arteries. In their line there was a lord, or a duke, or a prime minister, or a king. But when the Lord, our Father, puts upon us the ring of his adoption we become the children of the Ruler of all nations. “Behold what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us that we should be called the sons of God.” It matters not how poor our garments may be in this world, or how scant our bread* or how mean the hut we live in, if we have that ring of Christ’s adoption upon our hand, we are assured of eternal defenses. Adopted! Why, then, we are brothers and sisters to all the good of earth and heayenl We have the family name, the family dress, the family keys, the family wardrobe. The Father looks after us, robes us, defends us, blesses us. We have royal blood in our veins. and there are crowns m our line. If we are his children then princes and princesses. It is only a question of time when we get our coronet. Adopted! Then we have the family secrets. “The secret of the Lord is with them that fear him.” Adopted! Then we have the family inheritance, and in the day when our Father shall divide the riches of heaven we shall take our share of the mansions and palaces and temples. Henceforth let us boast no more of an earthly ancestry The insignia of eternal glory j 8 our coat of arms. This ring of adoption puts upon us all honor and all privilege. Now we can take the words of Charles Wesley, that prince of hymnmakers, and sing: ‘‘Come, let us join our friends above Who have obtained the prize, And on the eagle wings of love To joy- celestial rise. “Let all the saints terrestrial sing With those to glory gone, For all the servants of our King In heaven and earth are one.” I have been told that when any of the members of any of the great secret societies of this country are in a distant city and are in any kind of trouble and are set upon by enemies they have only to give a certain signal, and the members of that organization will flock around for defense. And when any man belongs to this great Christian brotherhood, if he gets in trouble, in trial, in persecution, in temptation, he has only to show this ring of Christ’s adoption, and all the armed cohorts of heaven will come to his rescue. A Marriage Ring. Still further, when Qlyrist takes a soul into his love, he puts upon it a marriage ring. Now, that is not a whim of mine —Hosea ii., 19, “I will betroth thee unto me forever—yea, I will betroth thee unto me in righteousness, and in judgment, and in loving kindness, and in mercies.” At the wedding altar the bridegroom puts a ring upon the hand of the bride, signifying love and faithfulness. Trouble may come upon the household, and the carpets may go, the pictures may go, the piano may go—everything else may go. The last thing that goes is that marriage ring, for it is considered sacred. In the burial hour it is withdrawn from the hand and kept in a casket, and sometimes the box is opened on an anniversary day, and as you look at that ring you see under its arch a long procession of precious memories. IV ithin the golden circle of that ring there is room for a thousand sweet recollections to revolve, and you think of the great contrast between the hour when, at the close of the “Wedding March,” under the flashing lights and amid the aroma of orange blossoms, you set that ring on the round finger of the plump hand, and that hour when, at the close of the exhaustive watching, when you knew that the soul had fled, you took from the hand, which gave baek no responsive clasp, from that emaciated finger, the ring that she had Worn so long and so well. On some aniversary day you take up

that ring, and you repolish It until all the old luster comes back, and you can see in it the flash of eyes that long ago ceased to weep. Oh, it is not an unmeaning thing when I tell you that when Christ receives a soul into his keeping he puts on it a marriage ring! He endows you from that moment with all his wealth. You are one —Christ and the soul —one in sympathy, one in affection, one in hope. There is no power on earth or hell to effect a divorcement after Christ and the soul are united. ’ Other kings hare turned out their companions when they got weary of them and sent them adrift from the palace gate. Ahasuerus banished Vashti, Napoleon forsook Josephine, but Christ is the husband that is true forever. .Having loved you once, he loves you to the end. Did they not try tor divorce , Margaret, the Scotch girl, from Jesus? They said: “You must give up your religion.” She said: “I can’t give up my religion.” And so they took her down to the beach of the sea, and they drove in a stake at low water mark, and they fastened her to it, expecting that as the tide came up her faith would fall. The tide began to rise and came up higher and highter, and to the girdle, and to the lip, and in the last moment, just as the wave was washing her soul into glory, she shouted the praises of Jesus. Oh, no, you canont separate a soul from Christ! It is an everlasting marriage. Battle and storm and darkness cannot do it. It is too much exultation for a man, who is but dust aud ashes like myself, to cry out this moment, “I am persuaded that neither height nor depth nor principalities nor powers nor things present, nor things to come, nor any other creature shall separate me from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus, my Lord!” Glory be to God that when Christ and the soul are married they are bound by a chain, a golden chain, if I might say so—a chain with one link, and that one link the golden ring of God’s everlasting love. A Ring of Festivity. I go a step further and tell you that when Christ receives a soul into his love he puts on him the ring of festivity. You know that it has been the custom in all ages to bestow rings on very happy occasions. There is nothing more appropriate for a birthday gift than a ring You delight to bestow such a gift upon your children at such a time. It means joy, hilarity, festivity. Well, when this old man of the text wanted to tell how glad he was that his boy had got back, he expressed it in this way. Actually, before he ordered sandals to be put on his bare feet, before he ordered the fatted calf to be killed to appease the boy’s hunger, he commanded, “Put a ring on his hand.” Oh, it is a merry time when Christ and the soul are united! Joy of forgiveness! What a splendid thing it is to. feel that all is right between my God and myself. What a glorious thing it is to have God just take up all the sins of my life and put them in one bundle, and then fling them into the depths of the sea, never to rise again, never to be talked of again. Pollution all gone? darknes all illumined; God reconciled; the prodigal home! “Put a ring on his hand!” ’ Every day I find happy Christian people. I find some of them with no second coat, some of them in huts and tenement houses, not one earthly comfort afforded them, and yet they are as happy as happy can be. They sing “Rock of Ages” as no other people in the world sing it. They never wore any jewelry in their life but one gold ring, and that was the ring of God’s undying affection. Oh. how happy religion makes us! Did it make you gloomy and sad? Did you go with your head cast down? Ido not think you got religion, my brother. That is not the effect of religion. True religion is a joy. “Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace.” Why, religion lightens all our burdens; it smooths all our way; it interprets all our sorrows; it changes the jar of earthly discord for the peal of festal bells. In front of the flaming furnace of trial it sets the forge on which scepters are hammered out. Would you not like this hour to come up from the swine feeding and try this religion. All the joys of heaven would come put and meet you, and God would cry from the throne, “Put a ring on his hand!” Uncertainty for Assurance. You are not happy. I see it. There is no peace, and sometimes you laugh when you feel a great deal more like crying. The world is a cheat It first wears you down with its follies; then it kicks you out into darkness. It comes back from the massacre of 1,000,000 souls to attempt the destruction of your soul to-day. No peace out of God, but here is the fountain that can shake the thirst. Here is the harbor where you can drop safe anchorage. Would you not like, I ask you—not perfunctorily, but as one brother might talk to another —would you not like to have a pillow of rest to put your head on? And would you not like, when you retire at night, to feel that all is well, whether you wake up to-morrow morning at 6 o’clock or sleep the sleep that knows no waking? Would you not like to exchange this awful uncertainty about the future for a gldrious assurance of heaven? Accept of the Lord Jesus to-day and all is well. If on you way home some peril should cross the street and dash your life out, it would not hurt you. You would rise up immediately. You would stand in the celestial streets. You would be amid the great throng that forever worship and are forever happy. If this night some sudden disease should come upon you, it would not frighten you. If you knew you were going, you cotijd give a calm farewell to your beautiful home on earth ttnd know that you are going right into the companionship of those who have already got beyond the toiling and the weeping. You feel on Saturday night different from the way you feel any other night of the week. You come home from the bank, or the store, or the office and you say, “Well, now my tveek’s work is done, and to-morrow is Sunday.” It is a pleasant thought. There are refreshments and reconstruction in the very idea. Oh, how pleasant it will be if, when we get through the day of life, and we go and lie down in our bed of dust, we can realize, “Well, now the work is all done, and to-morrow is Sunday—an everlasting Sunday.” “Oh, when, thou city of my God, Shall I thy courts ascend, Where congrgations ne’er break up And Sabbaths have no end?” There are people in this house to-day who are' very near the eternal world. If you are Christians, I bld you be of good cheer. Bear with you our congratulations to the bright city. Aged men, who wilj soon be gone, take with you our love for our kindred in the better land, and when you see them tell them that we are soon coming. Only a few more sermons to preach and hear; only a few more heartaches; only a few more toils; only a few more tears. And then—what an entrance- ' ing spectacle will open before us! “Beautiful heaven, where all is light; Beautiful angels, clothed in white; Beautiful strains that never tire, Beautiful harps through all the choir; There shall I join the chorus sweet, Worshiping at the Savior’s feet." 11 And so I approach you now with a general invitation, not picking out here and there a man, or here and there a woman, or here and there a child, but giving you an unlimited invitation, saying, “Come, for all things are now ready.” We invite you to the warm heart of Christ and the inclosure of the Christian 1 Church. I know a great many think ihat the church does not amount to much; that it is obsolete; that it did its work and is gone now, so far as all usefulness is concerned. It

is the happiest place I have ever been in, except my own home. The One Teat. I know there are some people who say they are Christians who seem to get along without any help from others, and who culture solitary piety. They do not want any ordinances. Ido not belong to that class. I cannot get along without them. There are so many things in this world that take my attention from God and Christ and heaven that I want all the helps of all the symbols and of all the Christian associations, and I want around about me a solid phalanx of men who love God and keep his commandments. Are there any here who would like to enter into that association? Then by a simple, childlike faith, apply for admission into the visible church, and you will be received. No questions asked about your past history or present surroundings. Only one test—do you love Jesus? Baptism does not amount to anything, say a great many people, but the Lord Jesus declared, “He that believeth and is baptized shall be saved,” putting baptism and faith side by side. And an apostle declares, “Repent and be baptized every one of you.” Ido not stickle for any particular mode of baptism, but I put great emphasis on the fact that you ought to be baptized, yet no more emphasis than the Lord Jesus Christ, the great Head of the church, puts upon it. Some of you have been thinking on this subject year after year. You have found out that this world is a poor portion. You want to be Christians. You have come almost into the kingdom of God, but there you stop, forgetful of the fact that to be almost saved is not to be saved at all. Oh, my brother, after having come so near to the door of mercy, if you turn back, you will never come at all. After all you have heard of the goodness of God, if you turn away and die, it will not be because you did not have a good offer. “God’s spirit will not always strive With hardened, self-destroying man. Ye who persist his love to grieve May never hear his voice again.” May God Almighty this hour move upon your soul and bring you back from the husks of the wilderness to the Father’s house, and set you at the banquet, and “put a ring on your hand.”

Family Pride.

The following story is told of the visit of Albert Edward, Prince of Wales, to the West when he was a lad. The royal party of tourists were entertained by Mr. Blank on his ranch. He was naturally anxious that they should fully enjoy the sport of the neighborhood, A fishing excursion was arranged for one day, and a gruff old farmer promised that his nephew would provide bait for “the Englishmen,” of whose rank he was Ignorant. ’ Mr. Blank, it is said, sent for him the previous evening, and anxiously inquired: “Has your nephew brought the bait?” “No.” “We want it by daylight.” “You’ll hev it,” calmly replied the old man. “This is a matter of great Importance. Are you sure that we shall have it?” “Didn’t Jabez give you his word?” “But how do I know he’ll keep It?” said the uneasy host. “How do ye know?” said the farmer, sternly. “Because he’s a Pratt. None of the Pratts ever was known to tell a lie, an’ I reckon Jabez isn’t a-goin’ to break the record,” and he tramped off. “You must pardon the old man, your Grace,” Mr. Blank said, turning to the Duke of Newcastle, who was standing near by. “He does not know who you are.” “Pardon him? I call that very fine) Why should not the Pratts be proud ot their honest blood, as well as the Pel-ham-Clintons?” (his own family). The daylight brought Jabez and tha bait. In one of the noble houses of England a delicate glass vase, called “the Luck of Eden-hall,” has been preserved with scrupulous care for centuries in consequence of a legend that when it is broken the family to which it belongs will perish also from among men. If every American family cherished, like the Pratts, a faith in the truth, oi honesty, or piety of their ancestors with a resolve like Jabez, “never to break the record,” what a lightening and up< lifting of our social life would follow!

Why He Wasn’t Interested.

James Payn relates a curious eolneb cidence: “A youug engineer was describing to the occupants of a railway carriage a late experience on an en, gine: ‘We were making up time between two stations, and going at a great rate, when we suddenly sighted an old gentleman walking quietly in front of us along the line. We screeched and whistled, but he was very deaf, and we could not attract his attention. An old lady, horrified by the situation, and hoping there was some way out of it, here exclaimed: ‘But you didn't hurt him?’ ‘We were down upon him, ma’am, like one o’clock! Hurt him, indeed! Did you ever hear such a question, sir?’ addressing a young man In deep mourning, who had maintained a melancholy silence. ‘I have heard the story before,’ he replied, in explanation of bls want of interest; ‘lt was my father.’ ”

The Workingman’s Town.

The working man’s town is the name that is very appropriately given to St Etienne, In France, for it seems quit* three-fourths of its 133,000 inhabitants derive their support from the mine, ths gun factory, the foundry and the loom, Of this large body" of wage-earners by far the most intelligent are the weavers, numbering about 30,000. Of th« 18,000 looms in St. Etienne, the greatei number are owned by the individual weavers and worked by hand In theii own homes. W’hile it is apparent thal the recent inventions for the transmission of power by electricity will short, ly effect an alteration in the methods, it is not thought that it will change the location of the work to any appre clable extent.

Descendants of Dante.

A descendant of the famous poet Dante, Count Dante Serego-Allghlero, the mayor of Venice, died recently at his villa Gargagnano, near Verona. Hla family descends from the author of “La Divina Comedia” on the female side only. The last male descendant of Dante, Pietro di Dante, died in the year 1547. JI is daughter was married to a Count Serego, of Verona, and he pbtalned the right to add his family name to that of his wife. The family of Serego-Alig-hieri is very numerous and wealthy, and most of its members live in the province of Venezia. Wiggs—That’s a shocking bad hat you’re wearing, Jones. Jones—Yes; but I put it on to remind my wife of the enormity of, her last milliner’s bill.

WHIP THE BRITISH.

VICTORY FOR BOERS IN THE TRANSVAAL BATTLE. Dr. Jameson Surrenders—Remnant of Hia Forces Now Imprisoned at Johannesburg London Instructions Disregarded—Parallel to Venezuela South Africa Excited. The invading English army in the Transvaal has been disastrously defeated by the Boers, A score or more hs»ve been killed, many wounded, and Dr. Jameson is a prisoner at Johannesburg. One of the most impudent acts of aggression ever committed even by British arms has thus met with swilt retribution. The details are meager of this inglorious finale of what was intended to be a brilliant piece of bravado, which success might justify but which failure would make a crime. All that is known is the Government messengers, with dispatches from London ordering Dr. Jameson to retreat to the Chartered Company’s territory, reached Dr. Jameson Wednesday morning. He pocketed the Queen’s orders, told the messenger laconically that he would attend to them, gave the command to his troops to saddle, and inarch ed, not on the back track, but on toward Johannesburg. At 4 o’clock in the afternoon he encountered the Boers at Krugersdorf. There was hard fighting until sundown, and the British troops suffered severely. The famous marksmanship of the Boers was no less deadly than in their gallafit defense against the same enemy fifteen years ago. Twenty men, including three officers, were killed, and fifty prisoners were taken before Dr. Jameson surrendered. A London dispatch says: The world

SOUTH AFRICAN TERRITORY IN WHICH THE TROUBLE OCCURRED.

will now be overwhelmed with disavowals from everybody concerned except Dr. Jameson. Nobody will be louder in protesting their innocence than the Chartered Company and Cecil Rhodes, but nobody will believe them. Nothing will change the popular conviction that what has happened is simply the overthrow of a bold and reckless plot. The part that failed was the promised uprising of the Uitlanders in Johannesburg. The revolt there was expected to begin the day before Dr. Jameson crossed the frontier. His justification was to be: “The Boers are mas-

DR. C. S. JAMESON, GOVERNOR GENERAL OF MASHONALAND.

sacreing our countrymen. Blood is thicker than water. We will march to their rescue.” Even that excuse would be sentimental rather than legal, but it would go in South Africa and it would probably go in England if Germany and other countries did not make too much fuss about it. Hence the wires were cut and Dr. Jameson, with 700 men, dashed in at the appointed time to carry out their part of the plan. The faint-hearted foreigners in Johannesburg failed to begin the rebellion, and Dr. Jameson’s rescue expedition be-

THE TYPICAL “LAAGER” (DEFENSIVE POST) USED IN SOUTH AFRICAN WARFARE.

came a horde of lawless freebooters, invading a friendly State. Such is I lie true aspect of the situation in the eyes of Englishmen. The British Government has already disavowed everything; so has Cecil Rhodes; so has the Chartered Company, through its directors in Lindon. It is by no means certain that the trouble in the Transvaal is at an end. Britain Thursday night was given the inter- sting spectacle of the British colonial secretary sending a beseeching appeal to President Kruger that the Boers deal leniently with the wounded and other prisoners. The reason of this is that great social pressure was brought to bear on Mr. Chamberlain to rescue a dozen officers of the guards, several noblemen's sons and other young bloods with high connections, who are included in Dr. Jameson's force of invaders. Cause of the Trouble. There is no Schomburgk line in South Africa. There is no other line, says a correspondent, which the imperialist passion of Great Britain and the greed of British colonists will recognize unless one or the other of the great powers, in its own interests, arbitrarily fixes a line beyond which the advance guard of British trade and British rule may not go with safety to the imperial Government. Twenty years ago English dominion in

South Africa extended only to latitude A) degrees south of the equator. To-day the provisional boundary of the British South African Company’s protectorate is at latitude 10 degrees south. How this has been accomplished the world knows.

S. E. PAUL KRUGERR, PRESIDENT OF THE REPUBLIC OF TRANSVAAL.

Never were irregulars in time of war given freer rein than Rhodes and Jameson and the cape colonists generally have had in the butchery of natives and the seizure of territory. The war on poor old Lobengula, instigated and directed by this same defeated Jameson, wns an un-

paralleled blot on nineteenth century civilization. The feeling in Germany is amply warranted by the situation. The colonists have acquired by persistent advances all the enormous stretch of land in the interior from the southern line of the Congo State to the Cape of Good Hope, except the Orange Free State and the Transvaal Republic. With these two independent Governments in their possession the British would hold all the territory between German Mast Africa and German Southwest Africa. Nothing could be more natural than that'the Boers should seek ths ■\id 9? Germany, although by the terms of the treaty of 1881, which was wrung from Great Britain by the sword, they are bound not to conclude any treaty or engagement with a foreign Government except the Orange State. But a convention disregarded by one party is not binding on the other, and in tffo treaty of 1884 England stipulated that she would not interfere with the internal affairs of th? republic. The issue to which all the nations of the earth are gradually awakening—whether the time has not Come to forcibly prevent the extension of British dominion—has been precipitated by the rash act of Jameson, a jiigh-handed adventurer of a type more patiently considered in the heydey of piracy than in our own time. It is inconceivable that the secretary for the colonies should not have been able to stop the South African Company’s agent. Private letters prove that the sortie was in contemplation a month ago. Mr. Chamberlain's Inmentations are tardy. The predicament of the imperial Government is extremely awkward. On the one hand they have to restrain the Just and pugnacity of high-spirited cojonists who have never feared to speak of the slenderness of the ties by which they are bound to the parent State. On the other hand, they face a brave people and the possibility of European complications. Let no one imagine the Boers will, not fight. The English are disposed to -discredit their courage, but they showed steadiness and daring at the Drakens-

berg Pass and on the height of Spilzkop, and in these battles as elsewhere their marvelous riflemen potted the English calmly and accurately. The feeling of Africa is with them. In their rebellion they had the sympathy of the Ornngo State, and it would not require much to revive President Kruger's cry of "Africa for the Afrikanders, from Zambesi to Martin’s Bay.” It is a signfiecaut coincidence that on the day of the appointment of the Venezuelan commission England gave proof of the spirit of greed and oppression that moves her agents everywhere.

The Parasite Fig.

The parasite tig, indigenous to the tropics, is a most extraordinary plant. Its seeds are distributed by birds, and if one drops and lodges in a fruit tree it will germinate there and send a long root to the ground and draw nourishment through it. It then rapidly spreads over the unfortunate tree and strangles it. A carpet tack trust has been formed. We . hope Attorney General Harmon will see the point The camphor trust has doubled prices You can’t got so much now for a scent,

RECORD OF THE WEEK

INDIANA INCIDENTS TERSELY TOLD. * u Detective Believed to Have Beeu Manacled and Burned by Counterfeiters —Fee and Salary I.aw Now in Essect Tonng Matthews' Self-Denial. 1 Man Dies a Terrible Death. The cabiu abandoned two weeks ago by the Carson gang of counterfeiters, seven miles south of Rushville, burned Wednesday night. The unrecognizable remuius of a man were found in the cellar. The Carsons had bwa under surveillance for some time, as considerable counterfeit money was afloat. Secret service officers were on their trail and they knew of It. The hands of the man fouud burned to death in the cellar were manacled and he met his horrible death deprived of even making an effort to save himself. No oue is missing from the neighborhood and the officials find it impossible to identify the victim. The general stu’infsc is that the man was a secret service detective who had got in with the ('arsons for the purpose of securing evidence. They were aware of who the man was and took him to their cabin. Once inside the three brothers are supposed to have overpowered the detective, placed the handcuffs on his hands, and then throwing him into the cellar the cabin was tired and the man left to a death of horrible torture. Keller, who lives two miles from the cabin, says that, he saw four men pass his house on horseback on a dead run. He could not see who they were. In a short time ho heard an exchange of shots coining from the direction of the burned cabin. Sheriff Wilson says he will spare no means to apprehend the (’arsons, as he thinks they committed the murder. Saves Big Money for Indiana. The fee and salary law, which does away with foes entirely for the State officers and places each upon a straight salary, is now in full force and effect, and hereafter all fees accruing to the offices will be turned over to the State Treasurer. It is generally bhlieved that the State will be the gainer by this system of not Ichh than SIOO,OOO per annum, and this sum represents in the aggregate what the State officers will lose by the change from a fee system. The Attorney General's office was worth from $25,000 to $35,000 a year, and the State Auditor has made not less than $25,000 per annum. Each of those officials is now on a salary of $7,500. The State Treasurer is the only officer who secured an increase of salary under the new law, and he is now to receive $0,500 per annum, and it is declared that hereafter legislatures will make rigid inquiries into the management of the State funds, and in the event that the money is loaned will require the interest to be turned over to the State. If this Is carried into effect it will probably result in from SIS,(MX! to $25,000 being received by Aho State, while heretofore the Tr .i-.urer Ims appropriated to his own use all moneys collected as interest, For Bake of His Betrothed. The indignation which wits aroused throughout Fulton County by the action of Arthur Matthews, n prominent young ■farmer, when he left home- on the evening of his wedding day, hits given way to adfniration of the young man’s character, and friends have begun a vigorous seavelt for him, with a view 1o inducing him to return and take again his position in so-i eiety. It appears that Miss Gertie Reed, whom he was supposed to have deserted, had another suitor, to whom her parent* objected, and her marriage to young Matthews wits rs. bo in conformity with their will and not to her wishes. In the even-. Ing that Matthews disappeared the young lady candidly informed him that she loved another, but that she would marry him in obedience to her parenths’ demand.' Matthews then disappeared, and Miss Reed and his friends now see that ho sacrificed his own feelings in order that he might not longer stand between the woman he loved nmt the man of her choice. Desperate Fight at a Bcvlval. The report has reached Terre Hakte that at the conclusion of revival service* nt n church near Lockport two you ig farmers, Charles Lane and George Burkhall by name, quarreled over the treatment each had accorded the other's girl In the altercation Burkhall drew a razor or keen bladed knife, and slashed his op lament several times across the face ami body. It was reported that Lane’s wounds would prove fatal. William Thompson, a prominent farmer and member of the church, attempted to separate the two combatants and his band was almost severed by one of Barkhall’s thrusts. All Over the State. Don, the 2-year-old son of Mr. and Mrs. 11. J. Dick, of Dunkirk, died from a strange cause. He got hold of a bottle of sample pills which had been around the house for some time and ate a portion of them. In less than two hours the child was dead. 1 At Bristow Willie, the 5-yenr-old son of Thomas McCarroi, met with a singular accident which will probably result in his death. The boy went to the pantry in search of a piece of pie and being too small to reach it, fell against the door and closed it. The little fellow wns attacked by rats and the physicians fear hydrophobia will result. The will of the late Rev. Joseph Nussbaum, of Laporte, makes a unique bequest, $5 being given to each of the priests -thirty-two in number—who attended his obsequies. The sum of $5 is given to Bishop Rademacher, S2OO to St. Joseph's Church, and there are two personal bequests of S4(X) and SSOO, the latter amount being given to Mrs. Kohn, wife of Prof. Kohn. A generous provision is also made for the jscor of St. Joseph's congregation. James Graham, who died at Pendleton several days ago, left no heir and no will. The eqfate was taken charge of by the county and will be converted into cash for t IT?- school fund. It amounts to about $4,000 in value. Mr. Graham was 82 years old. For a week a dry goods dealer of Kokomo advertised “dcills for a song." The other day two little girls, children of Alfred Miller, went jpto the store, and clambering up on the counter, each sang a pretty little song and claimed the dolls. They got them. The merchant has since changed the form of his advertisement. David Oliver Allen, of Rushville, aged 77, who was sick with grip, grieved so hard when his mother-in-law, Mrs. Mary Osborne, aged 86, died as to cause heart failure, and he died a few hours after her. John Wesley Thompson committed suicide at the Boston Hotel at Muncie by taking a quantity of morphine. He was aged 76 years, and was a He had been living at the Marion Didiers’ Home, but recently went to Muncie, visiting his ibrother at the hotel. He has brothers in Dayton, .Chicago. and Marion and a gister in St. Louia. ! lie left a note ‘ stating that he was homeless and friendless and had no one to live for, since his wifs died

HIS DOG HIS AVENGER.

The Murderers of Tomaa Martines Brought to Justice. Don Carlos is a dog of hardy, moiy grel breed, the property of the wealthy Martinez family, of Santa Fe, N. M. He is not beautiful, but he is the hero of the countryside. Up to the time of the recent tragedy that made him famous his name was simply Carlos. The “Don” was prefixed in a feeble but praiseworthy attempt to recognize the brute’s claim to distinction. That a Mexican should so honor a dog signifies a great deal. The story of Don Carlos’

DON CARLOS.

leap to fame is the story of a foul crime. Don Lorenzo Martinez, of Santa Fe, owns and operates an extensive cuttie and horse ranch at OJo de la Baca (Cow Springs), In the southeastern part of the county. Last January his sons, Tomas and Mnxlmlllano, were there looking after their father's Interests. On Thursday morning, Jan. 17, Tomas, the older of the young men, started away from the ranch on horse, back in quest of missing cattle. lie was mounted on a good horse, had a first-class saddle and bridle; was well armed and had an excellent equipment of blankets and warm clothing. Carlos, who was accustomed to such trips, eagerly followed his master. As the young man rode away ho told Maximillano that he would bo back on Sunday afternoon. Tomas Martinez never returned. On Tuesday morning, when Mnxlmlllano was becoming anxious about his missing brother, Carlos limped back to the homestead and fell exhausted on the threshold. There wns a ghastly wound In his head, and his limbs were quivering with weakness produced by loss of blood, hunger and exposure. Water was brought to the dog, and he dranic greedily. It seemed to restore sass strength, for ho barked, ran out of the house Again, looked around at the younger Martinez, and barked again, more loudly. “Yes! yes! I will come with you, my brave Garllto,” replied Maximlllano, whose fears were hoy

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same direction. But Carlos barked distressfully, and ran almost due east, turning round every few yards with such manifest tokens of intelligence and purpose that Maximlllano spurred on his horse and blindly followed the dog. With his nose to the ground, and pausing only to drink at the brink of a creek, Carlos led the horseman nine miles across country to Don Lorenzo Martinez’s round-up corral at Lg Muralla. - As Maximlllano dismounted, Carlos, yelping as If with pain, rushed to the remains of what was evidently been an unusually large camp fire and began digging furiously in the ashes. And then, amid the black and gray

ashes disturbed by the dog, young Martinez found a curious thing. 11 was a foot—his brother’s foot. Although It was charred, be had no dlfliculty in recognizing Tomas’ heavy shoe and overshoe. A moment later he

discovered the large none of a human pelvis, burned to a dead, flaky white. All around, as his eyes grew accustomed to the sight, appeared smaller bones, but they crumbled at a touch. The riddle of the grewsome heap was solved. Jesus Vlalpando and Feliciano Chavez were arrested, tried and hanged the other day, in the presence of 2,000 people. Pablo Martinez, a brother of murdered Tomas, followed them to the scaffold. Don Carlos was at his heels. The crowd cheered the dog. Jesus Vlalpando turned his lean, dark face in time to catch a glimpse of the brute’s scarred and ferocious head, and a great shudder passed over him just as Sheriff Cunningham pulled the lever. Don Carlos’ work was done.

Queer Facts About Air.

The celebrated chemist of the sixteenth century who argued that it would be Impossible for us to live on the earth’s surface if the atmosphere would suddenly increase to twice its present thickness could not have been far wrong after all; that is, if the experiments of Dr. Arnott are to be taken as conclusive. In his observations on atmospheric pressure at the bottoms of the deep mining shafts of Europe, Prof. Arnott has found that the change between the readings of a barometer at the bottom of a four-thousaud-foot shaft and one at the surface is great enough to warrant him in making the statement that air at the bottom of a shaft twenty miles deep would be as dense as water. Figuring on the same ratio he finds that if a hole could be sunk forty miles into the bowels of the earth the density of the air at the bottom would be as great as that of quicksilver.

Rough Talk.

Miss Parvle-New—And wouldn’t it be splendid if I should catch a lord? Miss May-Fair—Yes, then you would be a lady—Pick-Me-Up. *

thoroughly arous* ed. "Only you must eat first.’’ < Ho threw the animal a piece of meat, which Carlos devoured In two gulps, and quickly saddled a horse. Tomas bad ridden south, and Maximlllano started in the

FELICIANO CHAVEZ