Greenfield Evening Republican, Greenfield, Hancock County, 10 July 1895 — Page 4

mm

mm

te%%.

rtr

riptSSSM&dB

iScorehor, 21 lbs., $&o.

11 lft

Gor.d Agents wanted in every town.

DR. EDDMON'- TRIAL.

A Number of Witnesses Kxa.:iiinetl as to JWrs. I'ctiiiy's Murder. TOLKDO, O., Jul}* ]U.—A number of witnesses vera examined in the Eddmou trial at Bowling Green. The first was Coroner Thomas, wiio described £tlie finding of Mrs. Penny's body at the rear door of Dr. Eddinon's ottice. and identified the bullet which killed her, which was cut out by Dr. Eddnion. The defense asked if there were not cases on record where persons shot through the heart had run some distance which was answered affirmatively. This was taken to indicate a theory by the defense that 3Irs. Peany had been shot elsjivliere and was trying to reach the doctor for aid. On cross-examination, however, it was developed that the ball severed an artery leaving the heart, and that while life might remain two to four minutes, consciousness would be lost in a few seconds.

Dr. Davis of Tontogany testified that he iiad assisted at the examination of the body of the murdered Mrs. Peany. and corroborated the evidence of Coroner Thomas.

The next witness was Captain Rudd, who was the first man to join the prisoner after the shooting. His testimony was unimportant and he was so much confused on cross-examination •that he flatly denied having signed a •statement made to the coroner until his autograph was shown him.

Mrs. Rudd, wife of the previous witness, testified that she was 011 the scene -of the crime half an hour after the murder and found all confusion and heard Dr. Eddnion, the defendant, remark that he was in the house counting •up 111s day's cash when he heard the shot.

Mrs. Arnold, who lived next door to Mrs. Peany, testified that Dr. Eddnion •was a frequent visitor at the Peany barbershop and that he was in the habit of going there to be shaved by Mrs. Peany late at night, aftei Mr. Peany had gone to bed. fSlie also stated that the doctor often vis:ted the shop in the daytime when Mr. Peany was not there. She saw Mrs. Peany leave lier house at about 0:15 011 the night of the murder.

Alfred Plotner. Oscar Cummins, Albert Hey man and Frank Stevens ail testified that they were in the /iddmon drugstore, w.icre the murder occurred, within a few minutes of the shooting and discovere I the dead body of the woman. Dr. Eddnion, his wife and Nellie llartsiug were all on the Eddnion porch in a state of excitement and seemed to think that the drugstore, which was a short distance away, was on fire. Wiieu they investigated they found the dead body.

TROOPS DISMISSED.

Serious Trouble Now Feared in tlie Elkhorn Mining Regions. ClTAH'.ESTON, W. Va., July 10.—Or-ders-wore issued from adjutant genyeral's office yesterday afternoon disss missing all the companies of the Second regiment which were recently ordered to be readiness to march to the scene of the Elkhorn troubles. General Spill5 man, brigade commander, wired at 6 p. m. that they had all been dismissed. & But the affairs in the mining region are by no means settled. J. J. Tierney, one of the coal operators on the Elkhorn, wired to the governor that the sheriff of McDowell county was afraid

of his political aspirations and would do nothing. He reminds !$he governor of his promises to protect their property, .and says that "our critical condition H'T has been given a wide-spread publicity, iu'7 and if a riot occurs, which is reasonable to expect, the good name of West Virginia will be tarnished and a set back given to the state. We should have j'p* troops, and it is not necessary for the mi business interests of our section to live in djtead of trouble and constantly pleading for protection which the shierlff is both unwilling and unable to give."

Captain White, the governor's private secretary, also Wired saying that tauntten were in an unsettled condition.

At# o'clock liMJfc night John Cooper, one of the coal operators, wired as^lj, lows: "Our people Will not go to work unless ther have absolute protection.

The sheriff of Mercer county has proniised nothing. My company Would rather pay the expenses of one company of your state troops than remain under terrorism that exist in this section.

I

§(/PU£g

ffltR THA flRECffl *m BRICK

ICYCLES.

ARE

THE

HIGHEST OF ALL HIGH

GRADES.

•Warrantee1. Superior to atiy JRicyclo built in the World, regardless of price. Buili andnuaranleed by the 1m iana Bir-.y le o., a Million 'ollar corporation. whose 1otn1 is as treed as gold. lo not buy a wheel mnil you have, seen the \VAVMM

Catalogue Free.

INDIANA BICYCLE CO,, Indianapolis, Ind

AT BUZZARD'S BAY.

Mrs. Cleveland and the liaby Both Doing Well. BUZZARD'S BAY, July 10.—Frequent showers disturbed the equanimity of Buzzard's Bay folks yesterday and kept the residents of Gray Gables indoors most of the morning. Mrs. Perrine, Mrs. Cleveland's mother, arrived at 11 o'clock.

Soon after the clouds began to lift preparations were made for a fishing trip by the president, who, accompanied by Dr. Bryant, drove to Crows Nest right after dinner. They found Joe Jefferson there ready to accompany them to a neighboring fish pond, around which the trio passed the afternoon fishing.

During Mr. Cleveland's absence, Mr. Thurber arrived at Gray Gables from Marion bearing some official documents, but not finding the president, he left the papers and returned on the next train.

Dr. Bryant's reports that matters are still progressly finely with Mrs. Cleveland and the baby.

INSURGENTS REPULSED.

Three Bold Attacks Made on the Important Town of Corcorro. HAVANA, July 10.—The insurgents have made three attacks upon the important town of Corcorro. The garrison consisting of 100 soldiers, stationed in a small fort, made a heroic defense and repelled the insurgents upon each occasion. It is said that the latter were commanded by Maximo Gomez, who plundered two stores and burned 14 houses out of the town. Full details regarding this engagement have not yet been received here.

The insurgents have burned the town of Sibernier, on the province of Puerto Principe.

The police have under detention 10 men suspected of having been engaged in political conspiracies. Among them are Justo Carillo, Juan Martinez, Alvarez Gomez, Almo Hernandez, Bacall'oa and Tirson Carlo.

Stage Robber Sentenced For Life. NAPA, Cala., Jtily 10.—"Buck" English, the robber of the Calistoga and Lake Portage stage, plead guilty in the superior court yesterday and was sentenced to life imprisonment.

FOREST F|RES IN MICHIGAN.

Great

Destruction

Already Done

and

More

Is Feared.

MUSKEGON, Mich., July 10.—The city of North Muskegon and vicinity is in the throes of the greatest forest fires ever witnessed here, and hourly the danger becomes greater, as the flames creep along with astonishing rapidity. Farmhouses and extensive crops are threatened on all sides and the farmers have turned out in a body to check the headway. It will be almost fruitless, however, as already over five square miles is one mass of flames.

Word has just'reached the city of the burning of Albert Vaiizant's sawmill, a large quantity of logs and lumber amounting to several thousand dollars. It is reported that many acres of crops have already been reduced to ashes. Unless rain comes no one can tell what the damage will be.

THE NEWSPAPER.

I wDuld rather havo newspapers without a government than government without newspapers.—Thomas Jefferson.

The newspaper is a great mental camera which throws a picture of the whole world upon a single sheet of paper.—Fourth Estate.

The newspaper is today the most potent of human agencies for the protection and advancement of the race. Brockton Times.

I never take up a newspaper without finding something I should have deemed it a loss not to have seeri, never without deriving from it instruction and amusement.—I)r. Johnson.

For almost all that keeps UP ta us permanently and effectually the spirit of regard for liberty and the public good we muit look to tlie unshackled and independent energies of this' press.—Hallam.

The newspaper is the chronicle of civilization. It Is a daily and sleepless Watchman that reports to you every danger which menaces the institutions of your country. It is a law book for the indolent, a sermon for the thoughtless, a library for t.bfl noor.—-•Rnlwni*

A LAUGH IN CHURCH.

She sat on the sliding cushion, V' The dear vreo woman of four Hor feet in their shiny slippers

Hung dangling over the floor. She meant to be good, she had promised, -. And so with her big brown eyes She stared at the meeting house windows

And counted the crawling flies.

She looked far up at the preacher, But she thought of the honey bees Droning away in the blossoms

That whitened the cherry trees. She thought of the broken basket Where, curled in a dusky heap, Three sleek, round puppies with fringy ears

Lay snuggled and fast asleep. Such soft, warm bodies to cuddle, Such queer little hearts to boat, Such swift, round tongues to kiss,

Such sprawling, cushiony feetl She could feel in her clasping fingers The touch of the satiny skin And a cold, wet nose exploring

The dimples under her chin.

Then a sudden ripple of laughter Ran over the parted lips, Eo quick that she could not catch it

With her rosy finger tips. The people whispered, "Bless the child!" As each one waked from a n:ip, But the dear wee woman hid her face

For shame in her mother's lap. —New Orleans Times-Democrat.

THE F0UETEENTH.

It has been said that it is always the unexpected that happens, and that to be prepai-ed for emergencies one must be both a philosopher 4jnd a fatalist. As Professor Smythe, musician, piano tuner and general utility man—in a musical way—was going to the Globe theater, where he was to play a flute obligato with the regular orchestra, he would have been luneh surprised if any hint of a new- calamity in his run down fortunes could have been then and there foretold. He certainly thought lie had taxed the ingenuity of adverse fate to its utmost, and he had enough misery 011 hand to last a lifetime. But the misfortune awaiting him was of a grotesque turn and quite unlike the others, which were the commonplace ones of illness, poverty and bad luck in everything he undertook.

As he walked along in the shrinking, depressed fashion that had become natural to him through habitude with misfortune he was aware of the sudden opening of a door in a handsome residence he was passing and a flood of orange light beaming across his path. At the same time a man in evening dress ran lightly down the steps, seized him by the arm and said briskly: "My dear sir, excuse me, but would you do me a great favor?"

Professor Smythe forgot to draw into his shell, so sudden was this attack. He stood still, like the wedding guest in the "Ancient Mariner," but finally stammered his need of haste and the occasion of it. "I will pay you twice as much, and you will have nothing to do but make yourself agreeable. It will be a great accommodation, and I shall never forget it. I can see by your appearance that you are a gentleman. Consider me a friend and accept my offer." "But what service is required of me?" asked the professor, who had a vague idea that a grand piano had suddenly gone wrong. "Why, you see, I am giving a dinner to some friends. It is all on the table, and we have just discovered that there are 13 of us. That would never do at all. Now if you will dine with us, you shall be well paid for your services, and I dare say you will be in time for your flute solo at the theater, as yon can be excused -when you desire. You. will come? Thanks!"

The professor followed his host in a state of absolute subjection, as if he might have been hypnotized, but the fact was that the poor man had not broken his fast since morning, and the delicious aroma of the dinner coming through the open door proved irresistible. Ho gave liis name, in a whisper, was handed over to a servant, who took him up stairs into a guest chamber, helped him remove his shabby overcoat and whisked off his best suit with a silver handled brush, taking its threadbare glint for dust. It was well lie was engaged to play otherwise he would not have been in evening dress. He was beginning to enjoy the little comedy in which ho was himself an actor.

There was no introduction. His host rhotioned him to a seat between the maiden lady and a severe matron who turned her silken back on him to talk to her neighbor on the other side. The professor's pride did not once assert itself. He was masquerading—that was all.

But fate had not done with Professor Smythe. The consomme had a dash of champagne in it, and new life was infused into the veins of this professional diner out. The fish and game and pate that followed were all triumphs of the culinary art, and the hungry man cloyed the edge of his appetite, not by the bare imagination of a feast, but by the feast itself. It was no feast of the Barmecede either, for the viands were actual, and the wine was not a pretense, but a delightful vintage, served in cut glass goblets. The poor professor felt like saying to his neighbor, "Pinch me!" for it was liVft a dream or an illusion rather than a reality.

But the striking of the clock reminded him that he had been there an hour, and as he had broken the spell of tho unlucky 13 he ventured to excuse himself and rose stiffly from his place and bowed himself out of the room.

He was followed by a servant who hand^l him an envelope with the compliments of the gentleman with whom he had just dined. Not for worlds would he have opened it, though it was unsealed, before the man, but he accepted it graciously and went up stairs to get his hat and overcoat unattended.

A number of handsomely appointed chambers were on the upper hall, and the professor glanced into each as he passed on liis way to the particular guest ohamber where ne had left his belongings. Perhaps he was a trifle overcome by sherry and other beverages, but he thought the rooms had been darkened

and that he was right. He stood a moment in the doorway and looked cautiously in, peering about at the luxury, but at the same time noting that it was not the dressing room for which he was looking. Before he could step back and turn down the corridor again the unexpected happened. He received a sudden and violent push from behind, which flung him forward out of the doorway into the room, the door was instantly locked upon him, and he was a prisoner. "Smythe luck!" said the poor man as he tried in vain to open the door and knew by the rumpus he could hear outside that the house was in a state of excitement. "I suppose they will think I was trying to steal something.''

And to add to his terror he heard tlie alarmed household coming up stairs, and the next moment the door of his room was opened, and his host, backed by all the male guests, stood in the open doorway. "What are you doing here?" was the first question his host propounded. "Tell the truth now as you would hope for mercy." "I came here to get my hat and coat," said the professor, the dignity of all the Smythes since Mount Ararat in his thin, rasping tones. "A likely story. Turn your pockets inside out," commanded the host. "I refuse to do it." "Then I will send for the police, was willing to give you a chance, but if you refuse to be searched you are guilty." "I am not a thief. "I do not know. Your actions aro very suspicious. You can-explain matters to the chief of police. There must be reasons why you refuse to bo searched. If you are honest, you can have nothing to conceal.''

A hollow laugh rang through the room. Was it possible the bold intruder dared to laugh at them? It was the laugh of despair, and as such it smote upon the heart of the host, who looked troubled and perplexed. His enforced guest saw the look, and it suggested a line of action to him. "Send these men away," he said, pointing to the group of alarmed guests crowding in at the door. He was glad the women had remained below stairs and not come to gaze upon his discomfiture. He did not know that they were locked up in fear and trembling in a distant parlor. "We won't go," chorused the group. "He may want to murder you." "I don't think he will," said the host, who was really soft hearted. "I'll trust him, and you fellows can go to the ladies. I'll call if I need help.

They went, rather glad to be out of it, and the two men, left together, eyed each other, one waiting for the other to speak. They were exactly opposite in appearance, one rosy and rubicund, the other thin and anxious—a meager travesty on a successful man.

I refused to let you search me, "said the professor slowly, "because—oh, my God, how can I acknowledge it—I am a thief!"

The other man started and moved toward the door. Then he waited. "I have stolen from you—here, let me show you, and you will know why I could have died easier than to have these people gloating over me. See here—and —here and here.''

He took the valuables out of his pocket one by one. They made a strange exhibit as he piled them up on the table in front of him. They were a roll of dinner bread, a pate, a sweetbread rolled in a leaf of lettuce, a chicken breast, a bit of toasted bread and a caviare sandwich. He brought them out to tho last crumb, with the manner of one who lays his life on the altar of sacrifice. "Great heavens, man, what does this mean?" asked the astonished host. y\S "It means," replied the other solemnly, "that my sick wife and my little children are starving, and that I pilfered from my share of food at your table to give them, for my rent is overdue, and the money I earned is already spent.'' "But what did you eat yourself?" .*:• "More than I have eaten for many a day. But now do with me what you will."

Would you mind putting these things back into your pocket?" inquired his host vaguely. "Now come with me." He took him by the arm and led him down stairs and into the presence of the shaking guests. "I—-I made a bad mistake, my friends," he said. "This gentleman has proved himself perfectly innocent of any attempt at crime, and I must beg you to remain silent as to the events of this evening. He is under my protection from this time, and you will all agree with me that we are extremely sorry that such a mistake should have occurred."

Of course they all agreed with the sentiments of their host, whatever they were, and Professor Smythe was allowed to take his leave amid profuse apologies.—Mrs. M. L. Rayne in Detroit Free Press.

Conan Doyle on Cycling.

Conan Doyle, who is an enthusiast on cycling, says in Demorest's Magazine: "When the spirits are low, when the day appears dark, when work becomes monotonous, when hopes seem hardly worth having, just mount a bicycle and go for a good spin down the road, without thought of anything but the ride you are taking. I have myself ridden the bicycle most during my practice as a physician and during my work in letters. In the morning or the afternoon, before or after work, as the mood o'ertakes me, I mount the wheel and am off for a spin of a few miles up or down the road from my country place. I can only speak words of praise for the bicycle." -t''

Extra Professional.

Traveler (ih a railway carriage to fellow passenger)—-Sir, what do you mean? This is the third time you have put out my match.

1

Fellow Passenger—Force of habit I'm a member of a volunteer fire brigade.—Texas Sittings.

GEMS IN VERSE.

A Woman's Ufe.

'Tis true one-half of woman's life is hope And one-half resignation. Between there lies Anguish of broken dreams, doubt, dire surprise, And then is borne the strength with all to cope. Unconsciously sublime, life's shadowed slope

She braves, the knowledge in her patient eyes Of all that love bestows and love denies As writ in every woman's horoscope. She lives, her heart boats given to others' needs,

Hor hands to lift for others on the way The burdens which their weariness forsook. She dies, an uncrowned doer of great deeds.

Remembered? Yes, as is for one brief day The rose one leaves in some forgotten book. —Mary A. Townsend.

Thou Art Iiuilding.

Each man is surely building up a monument of deeds, And the stones are swiftly gathered as the glad year onward speeds. Be they smoothly dressed and chiseled, be they broken and unhewn? On the soiled, neglected esplanade with splintered fragments strewn? Bring the trusty square and plummet, try the pitch with steady hand, For without a true foundation no life monument may stand.

Has the block of mortal weakness found a place amid the rise, Or does selfishness shine boldly in the shimmer of the skies? Has the gloomy tint of avarice crept like a serpent in? I 'Mid the rearing of the structure are there yet I some blocks of sin?

From thy heart 1: ft out tho plummet, try the I pitch with steady hand, For without a true foundation no life monument may stand.

Shines there but one block of sorrow from a brother's helpless cry? Is there yet another tainted by the lonely widow's sigh? Gleam there row some orphan's curses, swiftly crumbling from the side? Rises up thy mighty structure on a cornerstone of pride? Bring the straightedge of thy conscience, try the pitch witli steady hand, For without a true foundation no life monument may stand. Freely strewn along the wayside rich materials there be, Rightly used would bring tho blessing of a thankful world to thee. Life and hope and love and sunshine, honor, truthfulness and pray'r, Thought and trust and noble impulse let thy rising structure share. Bring love's gilded square and plummet, try the pitch with steady hand, For without a true foundation no life monument may stand. —J. H. Mackley.

Unending.

There is an end toskisses and to sighs There is an end to laughter and to tears, An end to fair tilings that delight our eyes,

An end to pleasant sounds that charm our ears. An.end to enmity's foul libeling

And to the gracious praise of tender friend There is an end to all but one sweet thing— To love there is no end.

That warrior carved an empire with his sword The empire now is but like him—a name That statesman spoke, and by a burning word

Kindled a nation's heart into aflame Now naught is left but ashes, and we bring Our homage to new men to them we bend. There is an end to all but one sweet thing—

To love there is no end.

All beauty fades away, or else, alas, Men's eyes grow dim, and they no beauty see The glorious shows of nature pass and pass

Quickly they come, as quickly do they flee, And he who hears the voice of welcoming Hears next the slow, sad farewell of his friend. There is an end to all but one sweet thing—

To love there is 110 end. —All theiTear Round.

The tand of the Lazy.

The land of tho lazy is "some time" land, Its boundaries all aro "after awhile," Its citizens wear the "mean to" brand,

And "going to" garments are all the style.

In the land of the lazy they want to get Just as much as tho toilers do, And then if they don't they fume and fret

And grumble about "fate's favored few."

tn tho land of the lazy ambition dies, For it cannot live in untended soil, And its bright twin, progress, straightway flies

Away, away, to .*110 town of toil.

hi the land of the lazy you and I As a matter of course have never been But, I tell you what, we had best look spry,

Or before we know it we'll enter in. —Susie M. Best.

Is It True?

Is it true, O Christ in heaven, That the highest suffer most? That the strongest wander farthest

And more hopelessly aro lust? That the mark of rank in nature Is capacity for pain? And the anguish of tho singer

Makes the sweetness of tho strain?

Is it true, O Christ in heaven, That whichever way we go Walls of darkness must surround us,

Things we would but cannot know? That the infinite must bound us Like a temple veil unrent, Whilst the finite ever wearies

So that none's therein content?

Is it true, O Christ in heaven, That the fullness yet to come Is so glorious and so perfect

That to know would strike us dumb? That if even for a moment We could pierce beyond the sky With those poor, dim eyes of mortals

We should just seo God and die? —Philadelphia Press.

The Youngf, Young Children.

Co ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comcs with years? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers,

And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows The young birds are chirping in the nest The young fawns aro playing with the sliadowa

The young flowers aro blowing toward the west. But the young, young children, O my brothers,

They are weeping bitterly. They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free. —Mrs. Browning.

A Contrast.

THE MUSICIAN'S HOME.

Such musio ringeth through his spacious halls As all through life—ah, nie—one seldom hears! Yet chromos hang upon his gilded "walls-

One sees that he lacks eyes—has only ears.

THE ARTIST'S HOME.

Around upon exquisite art we gazed When suddenly strange sounds gaveussnrprise.

1

We heard him say, "Sweet music," and, amazed, Concluded he lacked ears—had only eyes. —May Walker. Xet any man once show the world that ho feels Afraid of its bark, and 'twill fly at his heels. £et him fearlessly face it, 'twill leave him alone, «... knt 'twill fawn at his feet if he flings it a bone. —Owen Meredith.

ON'T READ.: THIS •m'!

Unions you want to buy your Tinware at hard-time prices. We m\ prepared to make imj a'ld aiJ kinds of Tinware.

iioofing,!. Guttering and joining

For less mcmey£ than any other Louse in Greenfield. Ctill and get our prices and be com meed tliat we are the cheapest.

DON'T 'FORGET PLACF

Melton & Prat1,

No. 12 North Penn. St.

War Barnett's-old stand. d&w

GAS, FITTING A MALTY, THE GREENFIELD

STEAfr, LAUNDRY,

13 S. EAST STREET,

Greenfield, Ind.

First-class work at reasonable prices is our motto. Your patronage is respectfully solicited.

Leave your orders. All work not satisfactory

i\vill,

if returned,

be laundried free of charge. Carpets cleaned at lowest prices.

L.L. Sing, Prop.

CO

|U 1/1

$500.00 GUARANTEE. ABSOLUTELY HARMLESS. Will not injure hands or fabric.

No Washboard needed, can use hard watet same as soft. Fuil Directions on every package. At 8-oz. package for 5 cts. or 6for 25 cts,

Sold by retail grocers everywhere.

"When the Hour Hand Points to Nine, Have Your Washing on the Line."

ELECTRIC POWER!

I

DATE

Your

A MAGAZINE I OF POPULAR ELECTRICAL

SCIENCE.

SUBSCRIPTION,

$2.00

PER YEAR, .^SI

20

TRIAL

CENTS PER NUMBER.

SUBSCRIPTION, 6 Mos. $1.00

ELECTRIC POWER,

36 Cortlandt St., Ncw York.

You Want

To have your ^laundry done up in first-class ^shape, that is, washed clean and ironed glossy, the only place in town to have it done is at the Troy Steam Laundry. They have all the latest improved machinery, and will guarantee all work they put out. If you try them once you will go again.

HERRING BROS.,

Bob Gough, Solicitor.

WE HAVE NO AGENTS

but ahip from oar factory at wholesale prices. Bblp anywhere for examination pay freight both 1 ways lf aot satisfactory. 100 styles of

.JfelUM 131,

Carriages. 90 styles of Harness. Bond 4 eta. tot U2page catalogue. KLKH AftTCARRI

A«K AMD

HARNESS IM. CO,

IT. 0. Pratt, 8e«'r, KUkart, la*