Democratic Sentinel, Volume 22, Number 38, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 1 October 1898 — Page 2

Bl)fgc«iocraticffntinci a. KT. McEWEIf, Publisher. RENSSELAER, - * - INDIANA

KILLS HIS COMRADE.

SOLDIER, ACCUSED OF THEFT, REPLIES WITH BULLETS Tragedy a* Montank Point Grow* Ont of a Trifling Difference-Spike in the Bails Canaea a Smash-Up at Bt. Louis —Bobbers Malm a Banker. One Soldier £ Hoots Another. A charge of manslaughter has been entered against Blacksmith Lindsey P. Holt of the Tenth cavalry at Camp Wikoff, Montauk Point. Holt is responsible for the death of Private .Tames P. Twisby of troop F. Twisby died in the regimental hospital from a wound in the small of the back inflicted by a bullet from a rifle in the hands of the blacksmith. had quarreled. Holt displayed a gold coin to a party of comrades on the company street and Twisby immediately accused him of having stolen the piece. Twisby said he got it in Santiago and that it was worth $4 or $5. An altercation followed and Holt retreated to an officer’s tent and procured a rifle. He fired point blank at the trooper, three shots taking effect. One entered the small of the back and the other the left hip and jaw. Twisby was carried to the hospital unconscious and Holt was immediately placed under arrest. SEEK “WOMAN IN BLACK.” Bt. Louis Police Anx oui to Find a Olever Fem tie Thief. St. Louis police are anxious to find the “woman in black.” She is as famous there as the “long and short” men are in Chicago. The “woman in black” has robbed a score of people, and has done it so cleverly that the police are confident that she is a professional. On a street car a few days ago she robbed two women; she has robbed a half dozen women in the street, and more recently she robbed another woman. Mrs. Kate Cambridge was in a Broadway millinery store. She noticed a woman dressed in black standing near, but thought nothing of it until she felt for her purse and found it gone. Then she thohght of the “woman in black.” Employes of all the big stores have been furnished with a description of her, WRECKS NARROWLY AVERTED. Bt. Lou > Boyi Nearly Cauis D.eaatrouj Railroad Acc'denti. Just as the north-bound through passenger train on the St. Louis, Iron. Mountain and Southern Railroad as running Into St. Louis the other night the engihe struck a spike that had been wedged in between the rail ends and plunged across the double tracks, stopping on the brink of a 15foot embankment. A moment later a freight train running on special time crashed into the rear end of the passenger train, but no one.was severely injured. After the freight train crash a baggageman ran buck and flagged the Oak Hill accommodation within 500 feet of the collided trains. It is thought that boys placed the spike between the rails.

R.bbars Shoot a Oash'er. At Flora, Ind. 7 the safe of the Farmers’ Bank was blown open by robbers, who secured nearly $12,000 and made good their escape. Cashier William Lenon, who was aroused by the noise of the explosion, appeared op the scene while the robbers were still at work. He was shot nnd it is believed he will die. There were two terrific explosions and the bank building was almost wrecked. Peacamaker's Usual Fata. At Iloisington, Kan., Lew Kelley and L. E. Baker had an altercation brougUrt nbout by an alleged insult to Mrs. Kelley by Baker. The result was a running fight, in which Kelley pounded Baker on the head with a revolver. B. F. Ruggles, an old man, interfered nnd tried to stop the fight. The revolver in the hands of Kel- ‘ ley was discharged nnd Ruggles was shot and Instantly killed. National Laagua Standing. Following is the standing of the club* in the National Baseball League: W. L. W. L. Boston 02 44Philadelphia. 68 64 Baltimore .. .87 48Pittsburg ... .67 72 Cincinnati ..85 55 Louisville ...62 75 Cleveland ...75 60 Brooklyn ....49 79 Chicago 77 63 Washington. 44 91 New Y0rk...72 64 St. Louis 35 98 Loan and Trust Companies Fails. The New England Loan and Trust Company of New York, which has long been regarded ns the strongest of the financial concerns that exploited Western mortgages, has gone into the hands of a receiver, Otto F. Bann'ard, president of the Continental Trust Company, having been appointed. -•—> Datarminad to Dia. Frederick Welde of Milwaukee, a solicitor for the Prudential Life Insurance Company, committed suicide at St. Louis by swallowing prussic acid and jumping into the artificial lake at O’Fallon park, where his body was found. Jalnt Hairs In Africa. According to an article in the London Fortnightly Review the Anglo-German agreement provides in detail for England and Germany to become joint heirs by purchase of all the Portuguese possessions in Africa. Preachar Is Bantenctd to Hang. Rev. Mr. Morrison was found guilty of murdering his wife at Panhandle City, Texas. Sentence of death was imposed. Roosevalt Receive* Njm nitlon, Col. Theodore Roosevelt is the Republican nominee for Governor of New York. Train Fslla with a Trestle. A sleeper and a chair car in a train on the Houston and Texas Central plunged through a fifteen-foot trestle over Chambers creek, forty-seven miles from Dallas, Texas. Twenty people were injured and Judge G. W. Davis of Oak Cliff was killed. Decorated by the M kado. Dr. M. C. Harris, elder of the Methodist Episcopal Japanese mission of the Pacific conference, has been decorated by the Emperor of Japan with the Order of the Sacred Treasure. Four Killed In a Wreck. The first section of a north-bound freight train on the Cincinnati, Hamilton nnd Dayton road was wrecked at the Detroit and Lima Northern crossing, two miles south of Leipsic, Ohio, aud the entire crew was killed. The train went into a ditch, all the cars being piled up on top of the engine. Chinese Emperor Rasigns Power. An imperial edict just issued at Pekin definitely announces that the Emperor of China has resigned his power to the dowager empress, who has ordered the ministers to deliver to her in future their official reports. Largs Wheat Orop in Francs. The French wheat crop is estimated at 123,000,000 hectoliters, the largest since 1874, when the yield was 130,000,000 hectoliters. This will render France independent of foreign importations of wheat. Goup'e KillsJ In a Tunnsl. A man and a woman, both middle-aged, were run over and instantly killed in the Prospect Park tunnel of the * Brighton Beach Railroad in Brooklyn, N. Y. Woman Burnet w th Kerosene. At Denison, Texas, Mrs. Mary Joslyn, while attempting to light a fir<e with kerosene, was burned so badly that she will die.

ENTOMBED !N_A COAL SHAFTExplosion of Qas Oausos • Die eater Near Brownsville, Pa. Fifty-eight men were at work in the Snowden, Gould & Co. coal mine, a mile below Brownsville, Pa., when a terrific Explosion of mine gas occurred. A great warve of fire damp immediately followed, filling the mine and entries. This also exploded, spreading death and havoc on every hand. Jacob Davis, a man named Walker and two Huns, names unknown, who were working near the entry, were rescued, all more or less seriously hurt. Davis says he does not think it possible that any of the men who were imprisoned could escape death. The explosion caused the wildest excitement. Several blackened and mutilated bodies have been recovered from the mine by rescuing parties. IN LOVE WITH A CONVICT. Newspaper Woman Comm ti Suicide at Oolumbut, Ohio. Mrs. Effie Rankin Bowers, a newspaper writer, died at St. Francis’ hospital, Columbus, Ohio, as the result of an overdose of morphine taken with suicidal intent. She took the drug at night and Waß found by her husband in the morning. A note left by her discloses the fact that she was in love with Francis Emerson, the convict who hid in a box a few days ago and was conveyed out of the prison on a dray, but was afterward captured. Mrs. Bowers said that Emerson was her former husband. Her first newspaper work was in Chicago under Storey. She had recently pnrehased the Democratic Call and had lost money. KILLED WHILE BOUND. Indian Tarrllory Man Bhoote His Htlplwi 8 jn- in- Law. News of a terrible double tragedy near Center, I. T., has just been received. In a moment of passion A. B. Harding killed his wife. He was captured by citizens and put in a wagon and bound down with ropes. J. A. Page, the murdered woman’s father, learned of the deed, and at once went in search of the murderer and shot him to death as he lay, utterly helpless, in the wagon. Page was arrested and is now in the United States jail at Paul’s Valley. ONLY TWO WERE SAVED. Ten Lives Are Lost by the Wreck of a Schooner. Australian papers report the loss of the schooner C. C. Funk on Flinder’s Island, with ten of her crew, all of whom shipped on the well-known coaster either in San Francisco or in the north. Only two seamen—Albert Krough and John Peterson —were saved, and but one body had been recovered. It was that of Peter Neilson. The vessel was driven ashore by a gale and went to pieces in the surf. Nerve of a Missouri Miner. A few nights ago a paper was tacked to the door of a house at Tuckahoeming mining camp, two miles north of Joplin, Mo., notifying Reed Hoagland to leave the country at once. It was signed “A Friend.” The next night Reed and Will Hoagland watched their home, but no one came. The second night Reed Hoagland went to Joplin and stayed, leaving his brother Will at home to guard the house and his wife and mother. About 1 o’clock five men approached the house and forced open the back door. Will Hoagland fired at them, whereupon they jumped off the porch and went around to the front door. A few moments later a terrific explosion occurred and the front door, which was fastened with a chain, was torn to pieces by dynamite tvhich the white caps had placed under it. Hoagland opened fire upon the invaders. The foremost man was hit in the breast and fell backward. He was caught by his companions and taken outside. Then a fierce battle followed, the white caps firing through the open door and Hoagland returning the fire, While his 12-year-old brother knelt behind him and loaded his revolvers. The assailants were finally driven off. In the morning many bloodstains were seen on the porch and the imprints of several bloody hands were left on the outside walls. Officers and friends of the Hoagland boys, with a pack of bloodhounds, went in pursuit of the white caps. Three miners named Collier, Goforth and Coffer were arrested. Chicago Robbers Captured. George Rouse and Edward E. English, alias Williams, alias Rinnert, the two desperadoes who have been known only as the “long and short men” and who have committed many bold robberies in Chicago, have confessed their guilt. After their arrest they admitted they were the men for whom the police have been searching night and day. Inspector Hartnett questioned them a long time before one admission could be gained from either. Then Rouse, the “long man,” broke down. . He admitted his guilt and also said that English was the other guilty man. Rouse made a detailed statement in writing of his and English’s operations, which he signed later on. English, who appears the more desperate of the two, would not discuss in detail the many holdups which Rouse says they committed. He, however, admitted his guilt. Rouse is 30 years old and claims Syracuse, N. Y., as his home. He is not unknown to the Chicago police, having been arrested in 1893 and given a 50-day sentence. English says he was born 25 years ago on board his father’s boat in Long Island sound. Carpet Mills to Oloae. At a meeting of ingrain carpet yarn spinners held in Philadelphia an absolute shutdown of the mills represented was decided upon. This action is taken because of the overproduction of yarn. At present, owing to unusual conditions in the carpet business, a large per cent of the ingrain looms are not running. While the looms have been shutting down the production of yarn has kept up. Man with Money It Missing. Joseph Hickey of western Nebraska, who was accompanying a married daughter, Mrs. Maggie Brown, and a sick child to Medford, O. T., mysteriously disappeared from the union station at St. Joseph, Mo. Hickey had S4OO in money and railway tickets in his possession, and fears are expressed that he has been robbed and thrown into the river. Nsll Dsnnelai'j Fj*»l Shot. Neil Donnellon, only son of Cornelius Donnellon, a vice-president of the D. & M. Chauncey Real Estate Company of Brooklyn, and a wealthy man, killed himself by shooting himself In the left breast with a revolver at his home in New York. There is an absolute lack of reason, so far as bis family knows, for the young man’s act. Dead of a Jealous Husband. At Oskaloosa, lowa, James Raymond was stabbed and almost instantly killed by Jacob N. Moyers at the latter’s boarding house. Moyers was insanely jealous of Raymond, who had been attentive to Mrs. Moyers. The husband found the two talking in his wife’s room and the fatal encounter ensued. Illinois Man Is Robbed. Robert Young, a well-known man in Knox County, Illinois, was robbed of $2,000 in cash and notes at Wichita, Kan. Young was trying to get through a crowd Into the street car to go to town from the State fair grounds. Crackimen Rob an lows Bank. The Botna Valjey State Bank at Hastings, lowa, was robbed the other night by cracksmen, who blew the safe to pieces. The robbers, of whom there were probably three, secured $2,135 aud escaped with their booty. Horses Perish in Flames. Davis’ livery stable at Gloucester, Mass., was burned, ihirty-five horses perishing in the flames. The loss is $28,000. Qreat Plans fir 6h pbu Iding. Sharply' following the confirmation of the news that a gigantic steel trust has been formed in this country comes

the announcement’ a shipbuilding plant on a vast scale never attempted hitherto or even dreamed of as qmong the possibilities—is to establish in New York, with Andrew Carnegie as its active head. Even now it is said that conferences are being held daily in Pittsburg by the representatives of the various capitalists who wil be interested with Mr. Carnegie in this great undertaking. One secret of the determination to establish a plant is said to be the fact that Andrew Carnegie has now obtained the right to use the Kruppized steel armor, or armor that has been subjected to the Krupp process—a process that renders six-inch armor more impenetrable than seventeen-! inch armor is under the old processes. The Carnegie syndicate expects to control the shipbuilding of this hemisphere, besides the construction of many of the warships which the maritime powers of Europe have in contemplation. CONTROL OF MONEY 13 SHIFTING.Dun Repart* America Booming Ma»tsr of Eurrpj—State of Trade. R. G. Dun & Co.’s weekly review of trade says: “Europe will have to consider possible American needs for money much more anxiously in the future. The control of this country over money markets in the old world is coming to be that of a master. Onr banks lend over there heavily when it is the most convenient market for them, bnt they draw on Europe whenever they want money, and no longer have occasion to limit their drafts. This country Is not drawing on Europe as largely to pay for breadstuffs as it did a year ago, and wheat exports for the week, flour included, have been 3,963,204 bushels from Atlantic ports, against 8,677,868 bushels last year, and 543,417 bushels from Pacific ports, against 1,094,893 bushels last year, making for three weeks 10,203,941 bushels from both coasts, flour included, against 15,569,129 bushels last year. Prices have risen sharply, about 4 cents for the week, and the exports of corn, though not as large as last year, have been heavy in comparison with any other year. The price is slightly advanced. Reports from different cities disclose a wonderful activity at the chief centers of Western trade, the dispatches from Chicago, St. Paul and St. Louis being especially significant. Failures for the week have been 173 in the United States, against 209 last year, aud 16 in Canada, against 28 last year.” BANDITS WRECK A CAR. 1 N Masked Men Blow Up the Expre** Coach of a Missouri Pac fl: Train. Another successful train robbery has been perpetrated almost within the limits of Kansas City. A Missouri Pacific train was held up by masked men at Belt Junction, just east of Leeds, and within seven miles of the union passenger station. The express car was detached and dynamite used with such effect that the car was blown to atoms. The debris was hurled across the wires of the “Frisco” road, adjoining, breaking down the wires and cutting off all connection to the south. The rubbers had taken precaution, however, to compel the “Frisco” operator to accompany them, and had broken his instruments. The Pacific express officials declare that the loss is small, but it is rumored that there was considerable money aboard. DISTILLERY EXPLOSION KILLS ONE. Qranary of the Relschmann Plant In Nsw York Wracked—Ten Hurt. Grain dust exploded in the granary at the big Fleisch’mann distillery in Long Island City. One man was killed and three were injured. The conveying plant was utterly wrecked, as well as the large building in which it was situated. Traffic on the main line of the Long Island Railroad was blocked for two hours by the piles of debris thrown on the tracks. When the dust explosion took place the big building and its costly contents went down like a house of cards before the irresistible force. All Long Island City was shaken. Patrick McCaffrey was caught in the falling wreck, and all the afternoon the firemen worked hard to recover his body. The damage is estimated at $50,000, covered by insurance. Kilts a Widow, Than H.msalf. James O’Neill, yardmaster of the Long Island Railroad Company, shot and killed Mrs. Ella Wilson at her home in Brooklyn, N. Y., and then killed himself. Mrs. Wilson was a widow, with several children. O’Neill was unmarried and had been a frequent visitor at her house for some time. Uommlts Suicide at Bsa. A man registered as M. Putze, a second cabin passenger on the steamer La Gascogne, from Havre, for New York, was found dead in his cabin, having committed suicide by hanging. He was about 85 years old and left nothing that tvould reveal his identity. Kanaa* Farmers Hold Thalr, Drain. At Topeka, Kan., four flour mills have ceased grinding for want of wheat. It is estimated that at least fifty mills at other points in the State are idle from the same cause. The Kansas farmers are generally holding their wheat for better prices. » Child Dia* cf H/drrphobia. Florence, the 12-year-old daughter of Mrs. Alexander Carmen, died at Liverpool, Ohio, of hydrophobia. The child was bitten two weeks before by a pet dog. Soon afterward the animal displayed signs of rabies and was killed. Kill* Hi* Brother-lr.-Law. At the Haldeman paper mills, at Lockland, Ohio, ex-State Senator J. C. Richardson, aged 84, was shot by his brother-in-law, William J. Haldeman. Richardson died instantly. New Jersey Republican* Name Voorhes*. Acting Governor Foster W. Voorhees has been nominated for Governor by the Republicans of New Jersey.

THE MARKETS.

Chicago—Cattle, common to prime, $3.00 to $6.00; hogs, shipping grades, $3.00 to $4.25; sheep, fair to chbice, $2.50 to $4.75; wheat, No. 2 red, 66c to 68c; corn, No. 2,29 cto 30c; oats, No. 2,21 c to 23c; rye, No. 2,48 cto 49c; butter, choice creamery, 19c to 21c; eggs, fresh, 13c to 15c; potatoes, choice, 35c to 40c per bushel. Indianapolis—Cattle, shipping, $3.00 to $5.50; hogs, choice light, $3.00 to $4.25; sheep, common to choice, $3.00 to $4.50; wheat, No. 2 red, 66c to 68c; corn, No. 2 white, 29c to 31c; oats, No. 2 white, 24c to 25c. St. Louis—-Cattle, $3.00 to $5.75; hogs, $3.50 to $4.25; sheep, $3.50 to $4.50; .wheat, No. 2,69 cto 71c; corn, No. 2 yellow, 28c to 30c; oats, No. 2,22 cto 24c; rye, No. 2,47 cto 48c. Cincinnati—Cattle, $2.50 to $5.25; hogs, $3.00 to $4.25; sheep, $2.50 to $4.75; wheat, No. 2,69 cto 71c; corn, No. 2 mixed, 30c to 32c; oats, No. 2 mixed, 24c to 26c; rye, No. 2,47 cto 40c. Detroit—Cattle, $2.50 to $5.50; hogs, -$3.25 to $4.00; sheep, $2.50 to $4.25; wheat, No. 2,67 cto 69c; corn, No. 2 yellow, 30c to 82c; oats, No. 2 white, 24c to 26c; rye, 47c to 48c. Toledo —Wheat, No. 2 mixed, 70c to Y2c; corn, No. 2 mixed, 30c to 32c; oats, No. 2 white, 21c to 23c; rye, No. 2,48 c to 49c; clover seed, $3.85 to $3.95. Milwaukee—Wheat, No. 2 spring, 65c to 67c; corn, No. 3,30 cto 31c; oats, No. 2 white, 23c to 26c; rye, No. 1,48 cto 50c; barley, No. 2,42 cto 44c; pork, mess, SB.OO to $8.50. Buffalo —Cattle, good shipping steers, $3.00 to $5.75; hogs, common to .choice, $3.50 to $4.50; sheep, fair to choice wethers, $3.50 to $5.00; lambs, common to extra, $5.00 to $6.00. New York—Cattle, $3.00 to $5.75; hogs, $3.00 to $4.75; sheep, $3.00 to $4.75; wheat, No. 2 red, 76c to 77c; corn, No. 2,35 cto 3Gc; oats, No. 2 white, 28c to 30c; batter, creamery, 15c to 22e; eggs, Western, 16c to 18c.

A Dangerous Secret.

BY FLORENCE MARYATT.

CHAPTER XVIII. Angus does not reappear, and though Delia feels his absence to be the greatest relief, the day passes as thougb*iherc had been a death in the house. By the time Delia has completed her preparations for a decided departure, and written the letter which shall explain her temporary absence to Angus (the epistle, by which he will learn how much his mother is ready to sacrifice for him will be dispatched from Antwerp), she has fairly wept herself dry, and is waiting in her sitting room, helpless and hopeless indeed, but calmer than she has been all day. She has been expecting Angus to return each hour, and every fresh footstep that has sounded in the marble corridor has been a fresh disappointment to her, but uow that she believes he has come she feels as if it were impossible to meet him. She stands by the door, breathless, nndecided whether to remain or fly, as the manly step strides up the corridor in the direction of her room. The Flemish wench appears first, grinning from ear to ear, as she endeavors to make her understand that the Baron Gustave Saxe desires to have an interview with her. “I cannot see him. 1 cannot see any one!” exclaims Delia, hastily, but the order comes too late. The baron has followed the servant to the door of her apartment; lie is even now standing before her; she has no alternative but U> receive him. “Entrez, monsieur,” she says, courteously, but all the color has forsaken her cheek, and she trembles so that she almost totters back to her seat, “To my regret I find madame on the eye of departure,” says the baron, “but I trust it is not for long. Your determination has been sudden, surely. I met Monsieur Moray yesterday, and he said nothing of such a plan to me.” He is a fine, soldierly man in appearance, this Baron Gustave Saxe, with "blue eyes and brown hair, and a heavy mustache of reddish tinge, that droops over his mouth. In age he may have numbered about five-and-forty years, but he carries them bravely, and has i?.l the bearing of a young and gallant man. He is an Austrian, and a colonel in the army, the brother-in-law also of the Chevalier de Landry, in whose house Delia has advanced to considerable terms of intimacy with him. And his presence has the power to make her quail at the idea of the step she is about to take as she never quailed before. “My departure is sudden, monsieur,” she falters in answer to the baron’s question. “I have friends in Bruges who wish m(j to accompany them to Antwerp for a few days. It required no consideration. It—it—is nothing, you know—only a trip of pleasure.” “Then we shall see you back again soon —on which day, Monday, Tuesday, Thursday? I believe my nieces return from the country on Thursday. You will be here to receive them, will you not?” “You are very good, monsieur. Your kindness increases my. gratitude. I am perfectly aware of the difference in our stations in life, and that I have not even the commonest claim upon your consideration. Hence it becomes all the more valuable because undeserved.” “You have the commonest and yet the highest of all claims to myself and everything I possess,” replies the baron, “the claim of a woman upon the l&an who loves her. Ah, madame! pardon me if 1 am too abrupt, but for many weeks I have tried to say this to you, and now that you are about to leave us, I can no longer hold my tongue. You must have seen my love, my devotion. You will not despise me when I confess that you fill all my thoughts, and that I have but one earnest desire in life —to make you my wife!” In his ardor and foreign sense of chivalry he has thrown himself at her feet, and Delia has no escape from him. Here, on a level with her own face, are the impassioned eyes and glowing visage of the Baron Saxe, while both his strong arms are clasping her own as in a vise. And the temptation of it! If this offer had but come a month before, from what suffering might it not have saved her! As the wife of this gallant Austrian soldier and noble, who would have dared to assail her fair fame, even though she had been mad enough to play with it as a child plays with a vase of inestimable value, never caring if he femashes it or not in the encounter. “You are an Austrian noble,” says Delia, drawing her hand away, “a man 1 of high position, and great wealth. I am a penniless widow, neither young nor handsome—the governess of your sister’s children. You shall make no mesalliance for my sake, Baron Saxe.” “And who dares to say it will be a mesalliance?” he exclaims. “You are of gentle birth—l can read it in your voice, your shape, your manner—and I am no more.” “It is true I am.what you say,” replies Delia, with a touch of pride; “for my father was an officer in the Royal Navy of England, but I was uot educated in the same class as you have been. I was early left an orphan, to depend on my own resources, and for many years I was nothing but an actress on the public stage, sipging, dancing and playing, night after night, for the sake of the bread I put into my mouth. And an actress is no fit person to place in the enviable position of the Baronne de Saxe.” “And I respect and admire you for the strength of mind you showed in working for your independence and that of your child. It is your bravery that first drew me to you! Do you think I want a silly idle girl for my barqness—who shall be able only to look pretty aud simper, and dress in a new costume each day? No, Delia! I want a friend—a companion—a woman! just such a woman as you are—who has the strength of purpose to do what is right, and the strength of mind to confess it! And now that that matter is settled between us, you will tell me 1 shall have what I want?” It seems very hard to refuse him—very hard to shut her ears against the pleading of his voice, her eyes against the pleading of his eyes, bnt it must be done. So she turns her face to one side, the better to escape his observation, and answers, sadly: “No, baron, it is useless for you to plead thus any longer. There is an obstacle between us that no arguments could overcome.” “Tell me what it is.” “I cannot, because it involves others as well as myself. You must take my word for it that reasons exist against the idea >f anything like marriage between us that, if you knew them, would make you shrink from me as if I were a snake with the power of sting.” , “I am willing to take you, Delia, without learning these terrible reasons, which have no concern for me.” “I cannot be your wife.” “Then you have ruined me!” he exclaims, as he paces with agitation about the room. “You have smiled upon me and given me hopes, only that you may have The delight of crushing them!” “Oh! no, no! do not judge me too hard:y. I thought—l was not aware—l did not suppose ” she stammers. “You women are all the same!” he interrupted her, angrily; “you encourage our attentions and return our glances, and then, when we ask you for that to which we suppose 700 have entitled as, 70a torn

about, and say, ‘You thought—you were not aware—you did not suppose ’ And so is the child uot aware, as he plays with the butterfly, that each touch of his finger maims a limb or creates a wound. Madame, I thought higher thiugs of you. I believed you to be above the usual trifling of your sex. I saw iu you noble actions—unselfishness, bravery and perseverance —and 1 credited you also with perfect truth.” “Indeed, I have been true to you “Too true, I think so! But not true to yourself. But I will go, madame; you shall no more be subjected to the discomfort of my presence, and 1 pray you to forgive me for the inconvenience I have unwittingly caused you. Farewell, and may the good heaven bless you!” And without a second look at her, the baron seizes his hat and rushes from the apartment, and down the corridor into the open street. CHAPTER XIX. Angus frets and fumes over Delia’s absence, and has half a mind to follow her to Antwerp, and tell her all that is in his heart, so much does he miss her daily offices of care and affection. But on the third day he receives her letter—a letter to tell him that she is gone from him, and that he will never see her in this life again -—that he may give out to the world that she is dead, and wear mourning for her If he chooses, since a separation like death will be between them henceforward. In a moment he has seized his hat, and is on his road to the house of Dr. de Blois. Delia has mentioned iu her letter that she has written to her old friend to claim the fulfillment of a certain promise he has made to her, and that Angus will hear all about it upon application to him. He rushes impetuously into his consulting room. The first sight that catches his eye is the portly figure of Mr. William Moray. Angus makes as though he would fall upon him then and there. “It is well I have met you,” he exclaims, angrily, as, with disordered hair and flaming eyes, he marches up to his uncle’s side; “for I should have followed you until I had, in order to make you answer for the infamous lie you told me the other day!” “Dr. de Blois, I do not understand the attitude this young man has assumed toward me, and I appeal to yojjr protection,” says Mr. Moray, as he gets behind a chair. “Angus! Angus! be reasonable’, and remember where you are,” interposes the calm voice of the Abbe Bertin, and then Angus looks up, and sees that he is surrounded by old friends. The doctor and his cousin, the abbe, are seated together at the table with William Moray, while near them lounges the Baron Saxe, looking very thoughtful and perturbed, and pulling his long mustache continuously with his hand. In the doctor’s grasp Angus perceives an open letter, and recognizes the writing of his mother. “Dr. de Blois, and you, Monsieur l’Abbe, I beg your pardon if my words have appeared unreasonable; but they are true, and I cannot but be glad that I have had the opportunity of saying them before witnesses.” “Courage, my child!” says the abbe; “there is not a soul here who does not believe your mother’s story. She is unfortunate, but she is not criminal. I fdr one would stake my life upon it.” “Thanks, mon pere, and you, too, baron, for the kindly expression of your feeling in this matter. I understand by it that Dr. de Blois has heard from my mother, and that you know all; how she has left me, and the home to which she is so much attached, forever, rather than bring a stain upon my name and mar my happiness.” “Left you -forever!” exclaims William Moray. “Yes, sir!” replied Angus, fiercely. “She has left me, or rather she has been driven away by the cruelty with which you needlessly raked up this old story against her.” At this moment the door of the surgery opens, and the sunny head of Gabrielle appears in view. She has also been weeping, poor child, for the events of the last few days have told hardly upon her; but at the sight of her young lover her face brightens, although she does not venture to advance further into the room. “Gabrielle, come to me,” says her father. She comes forward then, though timidly, not knowing what is about to happen, and stands there, encircled by her father’s arm. Angus turns his head away. He is afraid to face the sorrowful eyes and downcast visage of his little lost love, lest his courage- should break down and add another laurel to the malicious triumph of his uncle. “When your mother came here, Angus,” says Dr. de Blois, speaking as solemnly as though he were alluding to the dead, “she asked me if she were the obstacle to your engagement with my daughter, and I was compelled to answer ‘Yes.’ ” “Then I don’t think you had any right to do so,” interposes the Abbe Bertin. “Do you mean to assert, mon cousin, that I should have been justified in telling the poor lady a lie upon the subject?” demands the doctor with mild surprise. “I think you might have held your tongue altogether,” grumbles the abbe, as he pulls Gabrielle toward him, and strokes her disheveled tresses. * “If you knew more of women, mon cousin, you would not have suggested such an impossibility. Madame Moray would not permit me to hold my tongue. She put to me a question: Were she gone out of sight, so that her boy would never hear of nor see her again should he marry Gabrielle? I could not imagine to what she was alluding, except her death; and to pacify her I said ‘Yes.’ ” “Then you’re bound to keep your oath,” says the Abbe Bertin. “Mon cousin! you are very hasty with me this morning. It was just what I was about to say. Of course 1 know I am bound to keep it. As soon as I received Madame Moray’s letter I guessed the reason of her expatriation. She has sacrificed her own happiness to obtain that of her son; and I cannot go back upon my word to so good a mother. Angus, mon fils, I give you Gabrielle! She is your mother’s parting gift to you. Take her—and be happy! In giving her to you, I give the best thing I have.” He draws the young girl away from the abbe’s embrace as he speaks, and having kissed her fondly on the forehead, pushes her gently toward Angus. But the young man makes no advance to meet her, and the doctor thinks he could not have understood his meaning. “Do you not hear me, Angus? Your noble-hearted mother’s sacrifice is not made in vain. She has devoted the remainder of her life to an expiation of the ■in she committed by telling a falsehood, and it shall not be without its reward. You shall have Gabrielle for your wife, and may the happiness of your married lives exceed that of your parents F Still Angus does not move nor speak; and Gabrielle’s eyes, which have been dancing with delight, begin to assume a perplexed and troubled expression. At this juncture Mr. William Moray’s voice makes itself once more heard. “Gone for good is she?” he exclaims. “Well, I don’t wish to say anything unpleasant, bat l reall7 think it’i the bent

thing she could hare done, and I'm wffl. ing to renew the old offer, and place you in the position of my son, with a share in the partnership, on which to maintain your wife now, and a good lamp in prospect when I shall be gathered to my fathers. And that’s all I have to say upon the subject.” '“A noble offer, monsieur!” exclaims thedoctof, elated at the prospect of his daughter’s good fortune, as he shakes hands with the wool merchant, “and for which you must allow me to thank you in the name of Gabrieile, as well as that of Angus.” “Let us hear what our children hare to say,” says the abbe, dryly. “Speak, Angus! Your good uhcle waits your answer,” says Dr. de Blois. Gabrieile says nothing, but clings the closer to her father. Her feminine instinct warns her of what is coming. “My answer!” cries Angus, starting as from a dream—“it is soon said—it is contained in one word, ‘No.’ ” “No. No, to what?” asks his would-be father-in-law. “No, to everything. I do not despise ease nor affluence, and I love Gabrieile de Blois more dearly than she will ever know, but 1 prise my mother’s love before everything else in the world, and I will do nothing to make her ashamed of me.” “Bravo! bravo!” cried the abbe, patting the young man on the back. “You are a son to be proud of, Angus; and your worth raises your mother’s to twice itr value.” “Mon cher, Angus, I honor and respect you for your noble words,” says the Baron Saxe, graspjng his hand afresh; “and every one of them is true. You do right to be proud of your mother. I, too, am proud of her —proud of her friendship—and I wish to say before all these gentlemen that, had ahe but consented to my suit, 1 should have been proud to make her my wife.” “Your wife, baron?” “My wife, Angus! I asked her, over and over again, but she refused! I now know on whose account. Judge, then, mon cher, what this mysterious disappearance is to me.” “Let me thank you, baron—not so much for the offer you made her as for the generous avowal you ljave given it here. The woman who has not been deemed unworthy of the noble position of the Bar oune Saxe may to laugh at the sneers of a William Moray.” (To be continued.)

JAPANESE DINNER COSTUMES.

There Are Some Peculiarities in the Menu, Though Not Many. The menu of a dinner at the Japanese legation in Washington differs little from that of a well appointed American table. There Is usually a scarcity of beef, which Is not especially liked in Japan, and a total absence of mutton. Sheep are unknown In Japan; they cannot live there on account of the moisture of the climate and the consequent tendency to foot rot. Poultry and game of all kinds are served In abundance and fish especially so. But one peculiarity of the ban-quet-fish soup, not chowder, but a soup simply made of fish—presents a novelty to which American palates find It rather hard to accustomed themselves. Chickens, too, are served in a peculiar way. They are cut up Into small squares, fried and then dressed with a sauce called “shoyu,” which the Japanese say is the origin of the socalled Worcestershire sauce. Vegetables are much the same as In this country, with the exception of potatoes. These are generally avoided because of their cousinship to the sweet potato or yam, which forms the food of the poor classes only in Japan. The table service Is European in every respect—no chopsticks or anything of thiat kind—but much beautiful china and glassware "and proeelain. The costumes also are those of the Eastern nations. Japanese women of the upper classes have followed French fashions for many years. Even In court ceremonies the national costume was dropped by the reigning empress somewhere back in the ’Bos, after she had held out some time against the emperor, who had for several years previously received in a uniform modeled after European fashion. Minister Hoshi appears on all occasions in the streets, winter and summer, in a “plug” hat of American make, but of such an altitude as to be almost as conspicuous as the horsehair hats of state which the Coreans were at first accustomed to wear, but have lately laid by except for extreme occasions of ceremony. The members of his staff give preference to the modern and more comfortable "Derby” and dress in all other respects as would any well-bred American.—New York Tribune.

Didn’t Recognize Gould.

Once when the late Jay Gould wen* to Margaretville, N. Y., with his physician and private car, he called on his old friend, George Decker, a retired merchant of the village, who was formerly a clerk with Gould in Roxbury. Every one who knows Mr. Decker well calls him “G,” and this was what Mr. Gould said to him: “Hello, ‘G,’ I guess you know me this time, don’t you?” A few years before Decker, while In New York on business one afternoon, was suddenly confronted on Broadway by a dapper, black-eyed little man, who grasped him by the hand, exclaiming: “How are you, Mr. Decker? lam glad to see you.” Mr. Decker looked the little man over from head to foot, and hurriedly answered: “Yes, so am I; but I don’t know you, sir. Good day.” “But, hold up,” said the other, “aren't you George Decker, of Margaretville?” “Oh, yes; that’s all right,” responded Decker, “but I am In too great a hurry to be Interviewed to-day, my friend ]STou have struck the wrosg man.” “Yes, perhaps,” said the little man, “but my name is Jay Gould; don’t yon know me?” “Jehosaphat!” exclaimed Decker, “I took you for a confidence man.”

Costly Playing Cards.

A pack of cards recently sold in Paris for S4OO was manufactured in the reign of Queen Anne of England, that sov-, ereign being represented by the queen' of hearts and her husband, Prince George of Denmark, by the king of the same suit. The queens of diamonds, dubs and spades were respectively Queen Anne Sophia of Denmark, the crown princess of Prussia (the wife of Frederick William I.) and Princess Anna of Russia, afterward czarina. The knaves represent prominent diplomats of the period. A fine Italian copperplate pack of cards of the fifteenth century was lately sold In London for S6OO.

Thought It a New-Fangled Notion.

Recently two gentlemen, driving along in wagonette, were smoking, when a spark falling from one of their cigars set fire to some straw at the bottom. The flames soon drove* them from their seats, and while they were busy extinguishing the fire, a countryman, who had for sometime been following them on horseback, alighted to assist them. “I have been watching the smoke for some time,” said he. “Why, then, in heaven’s name, did yon not give us notice?” asked the astonished travelers. “Well.” responded the man, “there are so many new-fangled notions nowadays I thought you Were going by steam *

THOUGHT HE WAS SHOT DEAD.

Sough Rider Telle How It Feels to Bo Killed. How it feels to be shot dead Is the subject of some rather curious observations on the part of a trooper of Roosevelt’s regiment, which was intended to be made up of rough riders, but from force of circumstances was transformed into an organisation of rough walkers in Cuba. This particular trooper has been In the thick of the fighting all the time, and he relates his most peculiar experience in a letter to a friend: “Tolstoi doesn’t know anything about being shot dead,” he writes. “In that description he gives he’s away off. There’s altogether too modi of it. He never went through It, so how should he know? The real thing is very short and simple; anybody could do it This is how I came to know all about it It was the second day at San Juan, and my troop was stretched out at full length on its very much attenuated stomach shooting over the top of the hilL The Spanish were also doing all the shooting that seemed to us necessary, and my own notion was that any of us who got out whole would be mighty lucky, for the Spanish aim may be bad, but there is a whole lot of people in this vicinity who wish It were a darn sight worse, the undersigned among the number. “The chap on my left was close up to me and firing fast, getting up on one knee each time he let off and then dropping back for a. few seconds. Bullets were dropping all around and so were men, and I haft spotted one Spaniard who seemed tq be responsible for a lot of it. Well, I was just getting a good bead on him when it happened. There was a sudden shock that didn’t seem to strike any place In particular on my head, but/all over It My teeth ground together!and my eyes tried to get out of their sockets and escape, and no wonder, for my head was full of flames. Then everything went black and I felt myself falling. “ ‘That’s the end of me,’ I thought to myself before I lapsed Into total blankness, and as I remembered it I didn’t eare a snap. “After that I rolled down the hill. It might have been any length of time for all I knew when consciousness began to return. I wondered what world I was in and reckoned that I ought to have a pair of wings of one kind or another on my shoulders. It was something of ,a surprise to me to find that there wfere none there, but my dismal suspicion that maybe I had gone wrong was followed by a surmise that I was still in the land of the living. But I had felt that bullet go through my head and I couldn’t figure what right I had to be alive at all Besides, it was no fun, for I had a headache that you couldn’t have crowded into a beer barrel. As soon as I found I could move I felt around for the bullet hole, but couldn’t find it. While I was still searching and getting pretty mad over it (not being able to find an escaped collar button is nothing to not being able to find a mortal wound in your own head) a couple of fellows came along, picked me up and poured some water over me. “ ‘Look out,’ Ij said, ‘it’ll got Into my brain,’ and I explained about the wound. “They explored and they couldn’t find any hole, either, and that made me madder than ever, for a bullet that goes clean through a man without leaving any opening to show for It is robbing him of the glory of dying for his country. All the time my head was feeling like the Inside of a mince pie, but I finally crawled back to the firing line and there they told me what happened. The chap on my left, in rising to fire, had got a Mauser bullet through his heart and in falling had swung his gun with great force over in my direction. The butt caught me Just behind the ear, knocking me completely out. I’ve got a lump there now like the end of a squash. “But it’s a great thing to have had the experience of being shot dead without compelling your family to go into mourning.”—New York Sun.

Round the Corner.

An amusing incident of Dr. Lyman Beecher’s student days was told In a sketch of the famous clergyman, written by John Ross Dix over forty years ago. One night ho was awakened by a sound at his window, as if some one were drawing cloth through a broken pane of glass. Springing up, he dimly saw his clothes disapearing through the broken window, a thief having taken a fancy to them. Waiting for no ceremonies of toilet, young Beecher dashed out after the burglar, who dropped the clothes at once, and put himself to his best speed. But Lyman was not to be easily outrun, especially when thus stripped to the race. After turning several corners, the caitiff was seized and marched back by the eager student He ushered him Into his room, compelled him to lie down on the floor by the side of his bed, while he, more comfortably ensconced in the bed, lay the night long watching him, the silence being broken only by an occasional “Lie still, sir!” In the morning the culprit was taken before a magistrate, who was evidently a lineal descendant of Justice Shallow. The magistrate, after hearing the particulars, asked Mr. Beecher “whether, In turning the comers, he lost sight of the man at aIL” He replied that the man was out of sight bat a second, for he was close upon him, “Ah, well,” said the magistrate, “If you lost sight of him at all, you cannot swear to his Identity!” So the man was discharged. Mr. Beecher met the fellow several times afterward, bnt was never able to “catch bis eye.”

The Czar's Winter Palace.

The Winter Palace, which Is the principal official residence of the Czars, is on the banks of the Neva, and, with the Hermitage, which is connected with it, contains the great Russian collections of works of art, Jewels and antiquities. Each of its four sides Is 700 feet long, and when the Czar is In residence It is inhabited by some 7,000 persons.

The World’s Greatest Library.

The greatest library in the world Is the Blbliotheque National?, In Paris. It contains 1,400,000 volumes, 300,000 pamphlets, 175,000 manuscripts, 300,000 maps and charts, and 150,000 coins and medals. The collection of engravings numbers upwards of 1,300,000, and the portraits number about 100,000.

The Tall Hat.

The tall hat worn by men first apv peared in France nearly 500 years ago. When a woman can speak three or four languages fluently she Is foolish to throw herself away on a man who understands but one. A fisherman says fish should not be permitted to lie when they can be hung. The same might be said of fishermen.

THE WHEEL OF TIME.

Coincidence in the Lives of Admirals McNair and Cervera. Some years ago a young officer of the United States navy was on the executive staff under Admiral Porter, superintendent of the naval academy at Annapolis. The head of the department of drawing was Lieutenant-Command-er Sampson, Lieutenant-Commander Casey was in the department of ordinance, and Winfield S. Schley, also a lieutenant-commander, was head of the department of gunnery. There were others stationed there whose names have become household words. Lieu-tenant-Commander Dewey was in charge of ships, Lieutenant Phil Cooper, who, as captain, takes command of the Chicago when she goes in commission, was an instructor, and Captain A. S. Crownioshield, now chief of the bureau of navigation, was junior officer on executive duty, with Lieu-tenant-Commander Frederick V. McNair, the one who is spoken of in the first lines of this paragraph, and who has returned to Annapolis as superintendent of the academy. This period was nearly thirty years ago, and in June of one of those years, say 1869 or 1870, there caihe many distinguished guests to Annapolis to attend the ball of the graduating class. Among those guests came General W, T. Sherman, escortlug Jessie Benton Fremont, daughter of Senator Benton, wife of the pathfinder, mother of Lieutenant John C. Fremont, Jr., commanding the torpedo boat Porter in Cuban waters, and had she lived grandmother of John C. Fremont, Jr„ 11., cadet midshipman, also serving in the fleet with his father. Lieutenant Fremont was then a fourthclass man, and had just entered the navy. General Grant, then president, brought his daughter Nellie to her first ball. General Babcock was there. Adolph Borie, the secretary of the navy, escorted thither a host of Philadelphians. General Sheridan, Captain Stephen B. Luce, Lieutenant-Command-er Mahan, now rear admiral, were there, and the Innumerable throng of military and naval people about whom this screed has no concern, but returns to Frederick McNair, who shared the duties of host and entertained in lodgings in bachelor row a young naval attache of the Spanish legation by name and rank Lieutenant Cervera. The young Spaniard danced with Nellie Grant and Mrs. Fremont, and, it being Lieutenant-Commander McNair’s night of duty as officer in charge, his bed was vacant for the use of Cervera, and he occupied it The next day the visitors drifted off to their various places, and McNair, having given his gnest breakfast, bade him good-bye to meet him again thirty years later in the same place, this time, as before, as host the Spaniard, like himself, an admiral, but in the added relation of prisoner. This is a coincidence of meetings that is interesting and curious.—Philadelphia Times.

STORE UP FOOD FOR WINTER.

Weasels, Chipmunks and Eqnirrela Prepare for Cold Weather. Have you ever seen the weasel carry his winter food to his den? If you meet him in the woods, watch him at work; no one could be more methodical. He brings his food to the entrance of his home, and suddenly pops into the round hole in the ground that serves him as a doorway. Whatever food he may have brought he will lay near his door, go in, turn around and then reach out to drag in the dainty after him. The chipmunk is another busy housekeeper. He works on much the same plan as the weasel, and to and fro ho will hasten on the still days of October, seeming to understand the advantage of tolling while the winds and sky. are favorable. In storing his provisions the chipmunk is far more careful than the red squirrel, and he is also more particular about furnishing his home. He selects the dry maple leaves or those of the plane tree, and stuffs them carefully into his cheek pockets to carry them to his den. When he cannot find enough nuts or grain this provident little housekeeper chooses something else. We know of two chipmunks that were observed by a student of animals while they were gathering cherry pita from under a cherry tree near the student’s house. As he preferred watching the workers to disturbing them, they grew more friendly, and were full of Joy at the unusual feast that they were laying up for themselves. They gathered the seeds of the sugar maple also, and, as many of the keys were yet on the trees, although the leaves had fallen, the chipmunks harvested them by running swifty out upon the ends of the small branches, reaching for the maple keys, snipping off the wings and deftly slipping the nut or samara Into their cheek pockets.—Our Animal Friends.

What Becomes of All the Pins?

Who has not heard the question, “What becomes of all the pins?’ Millions of them are made In a year, millions are sold* and yet the supply no more than keeps pace with the demand, which seems growing enormously all the time. By a computation made ten years ago, it was shown that at that time the weekly production of pins in Great Britain was 280,000,000. Then 120,000,000 were made In France, and 120,000,000 in Germany, Holland and Belgium. Since that time the production of pins has increased largely. The bigbest pin manufacturing city In the world is Birmingham, where 37,000,000 pins, on the average, are manufactured every working day. The other pin factories in Great Britain together turn out about 10,000,000 pins -daily. The dally output of pins In France exceeds 20,000,000, and Germany and other countries in Europe manufacture about 10,000,000 more dally, the total production of pins being 86,000,000 every day—oo2,ooo,ooo a week In Europe. This Is, of course, exclusive of the factories in the United States/which number forty-five, giving employment to about 1,600 persons, and turning out In a year pins to the value of about $1,000,000. It Is calculated that only about 1 per cent, of the pins manufactured are worn out or broken; the other 99 per cent, are lost.

Time to Hurry.

“That baby of ours,” be said, decisively, “Is t& be christened to-morrow If I have to go to law to have It done. You see, his mother Is something of a hero worshipper, and, while It was all right at the start, now that it has reach a point where he is to be known as Dewey Bagley Hobson Shatter Schley Sampson Roosevelt Smith I think It is time to put an end to it.”— New York World. The widower who* mourns the loss of his first wife sometimes has the period of his mourning extended by taking a second. After' spending a two weeks' Vacation in the country but few men are potit* otto enough to fight for it. t -'■ ■'P&.i ■'V’T’f