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The Soldiers' Colony, Swan,^ Ga

Headquarters

for Sweet Peas

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Leader Tomato, Vegetables.

Died of Old Age.

NEW YORK, March 16.—Elias S. Tompkins, senior member and founder of the firm known as Tompkins' Brights Disease company, died of old age at Jris home in tins city yesterday.

A Matter of

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Is located in that section ofjGetrgia'travertfed by the GEORGIA SOTTHERF'A FLORIDA RAILWAY, which is the onh direct through rout*-to ibe capital ol the colony,connect!® atTillon with the Tifton A North Eastern Railroad for Swan. By this route parties from St Louis, Chicago Indiana olis, Detroit, Cleveland and Cinclnna ti c«n secure cleepets with only one'cbanpe, indeiot at Nashville, to Tiit«n The section in which tbiscolonj is tocattd has been well named |THE GREAT FHUIT BELT OF THE SOUTH. for in it are located tbt largest t'tacli ojcliMdt- in tie world, while Pears, A)

pie 8, Grapes and Meleas do equally well. The soil fs eisilv cultivated and produces fine crops Com, («at8, Ke, Barley, tottm, Sup^rCane, Sweet and Irish Potatoes, Peas, and a general »arietj oV tables. The climate is mild and healthful. Lauds convientiy lo- ated to shipping poirtscai be.secuted for from $5 to 810 per acre OK tiberal terms.

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Heaty Snowstorm in Nebraska.

OMAHA, March 16.—For40 hours snow has been falling in Nebraska. No section lias been neglected, though in the western counties it has been heaviest. It averages from 0 to 20 inches in depth. Railroad trams are slightly delayed.

"Oliicli Tom" Dead.

BIRMINGHAM, Ala., March 16.—Tom Griffin, bettor known as '•Cinch Tom," died here at 9 o'clx yesterday morning at the Henley hotel of pneumonia. He came here a few days ago from New Orleans to attend the races. His mother, in Pittsburg, has been notiftod.

I will begin my story with my first meeting with Martin Buford at the old White Oak inn. I can never tell how it came about that we became friends, for there was nothing about his personality to attract one. On the contrary, there was an air of reserve and coldness about him that served more to repel than to attract. He was scarcely past 30, yet there were lines of care upon his slim, pallid face and streaks of gray in his dark hair that gave him the appearance of being much older.

At first we scarcely spoke to each other as me met, and for weeks I did not exchange a dozen words with him. It was late in August, and most of the summer guests had departed from the inn. The sleepy little village of Glenville, in whose border stood the White Oak inn, seemed to relapse into a state of chronic inactivity at the flight of summer boarders from its precincts, and in spite of the resolution I had made to enjoy the quiet and restful influence of the place till the last of September I found myself more than once longing to I be away from the dull, stupiS place.

I am a physician and surgeon, but I having inherited a handsome fortune from a deceased uncle shortly after beginning to practice I am not compelled to follow my profession as a means of gaining a livelihood. However, I did not abandon the practice of medicine, but having associated myself with another physician I find more time for rest and study. I do not know how I came to select Glenville as a place to spend my summer's vacation. Perhaps it was the seclusion that the little out of the way nook offered, or perhaps it was the abundance of trout to be found in the streams of that locality, for I must confess to being an enthusiastic wielder of the rod and reel.

But what had induced Martin Buford to take up his abode in that secluded place was only a matter of conjecture. He never left the inn and spent most of his time in the close retirement of his own apartments. Sometimes he would sit on the veranda in the evening and read for hours, seeming utterly oblivious to his surroundings. Who he was, what he was or whence he had coine no one seemed to know. He came about a week after my arrival at the White Oak inn and engaged apartments for an indefinite period. He brought with him several heavy trunks a^d a large, queer looking box of prodigious weight, which had greatly excited the curiosity and wonder of the servants ut the inn, but just what the box contained no one had been permitted to discover. It was conveyed to the stranger's room, and from that day no one excepting himself was permitted to enter.

One afternoon as I walked out on to the veranda for the purpose of looking over the morning papers, which had just arrived from the city, I saw Mr. Buford sitting in an easy chair at the far end, an open book in his lap. He was not reading, and as his gaze encountered me he half rose from his seat, but sinking back he made a sudden motion with his hand for me to take a seat in a chair that stood near him. Throwing myself into the chair, I waited for him to speak. "Dr. Manfield," he said after a pause, laying his finger upon the title page of the book lying in his lap, "what is your opinion of the theories advanced in works of this character? You area man of science and have doubtless given some thought to this subject.

He glanced quickly at me as he spoke, and I could see that there was an eager light shining in his eyes, though he spoke with great composure. I glanced at the title page of the book and saw that it was Mme. Blavatsky's "Isis Unveiled." "I have given very little thought to the subject," I replied.

He arose and paced uneasily up and down the veranda a few moments without uttering a word. At length he reseated himself, and taking up the book from the floor, where it had fallen when he arose, he said: "I suppose you will think my conduct strange, but if you understood my reason for studying such subjects as those treated in this book you would not be surprised that I have shown some emotion. I began its study witb the hope that in this new idea I might in some way find relief from the agony and despair that are driving me to the verge of insanity. Yet I must say to you that nothing short of a most wonderful mir- I acle can bring about the desired result.''

He paused abruptly, leaned back in his chair and seemed utterly oblivious to his surroundings.

I did not reply to his rather strange and incoherent speech, but sat regarding him fixedly for several moments. At first I had been greatly puzzled at his words and manner, but now it flashed upon me that he was either the victim of a strong hallucination or was affected with insanity. I had met with almost similar cases in my practice, and I was resolved to make a study of this one.

After remaining silent for several moments he turned to me suddenly and said: "Since you are not disposed to discuss the matter I have in mind from a supernatural standpoint, I should like to ask if there is known to medical science any means by which the human body which had been transformed into stone, either by natural causes or by a sudden visitation of Providence, could be again restored to life?"

I did not reply to his question immediately, for it had served to confirm in my mind the opinion I had formed regarding his mental condition. I saw at once that nothing could be gained by combating his ideas, however absurd jthey might be, and I decided to frame my answer accordingly. "I hardly know how to reply to

A VI A your question," I answered. "It has I I I ZA generally been conceded by members of I 1 a. Mm nroffission that whenever

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the medical profession that whenever life becomes positively extinct from any cause it is beyond mortal power to restore it to the body, yet we all know that even men of science commit the gravest of errors, and there may yet be discovered by some great explorer in the world of science some method by which life may be restored to the deceased body." "And you think such a thing may be possible?" he cried eagerly, strange emotions depicted upon his sallow countenance. "In this age of progress and discovery," I said, willing to humor him, "we can never tell what is not possiWe." fie arose and took my hand in his own, a bright light shining in his eyes. "I thank you for the spark of hope your words have given me,'' he said, with much feeling, lihen, turning, he walked from the veranda and entered his own room, locking the door behind him.

As I reflected over his strange words and manner I was led to believe that he was laboring under some serious mental disorder, yet I could hardly bring myself to believe him insane and was rather inclined to attribute his strange conduct to the effect of a hallucination. I communicated my impressions to the landlord of the inn, asking that the matter of investigating the mystery that surrounded the strange lodger be left with me. Mr. Peters was much surprised at my views and expressed a ready willingness to allow the whole affair to rest in my hands, charging me, however, to use the greatest caution in my dealings with this man, who might, as he thought, become violent at any moment.

I saw little of Mr. Buford for the next few days and the subject we had been discussing was not referred to. However, I conversed with him on a few occasions and was much surprised at Ir's familiarity with abstruse subjects. He displayed a wide range of reading and a marvelous faculty for analyzing and interpreting the most perplexing and obscure passages in the works he had read. The morel saw of him the more I was attracted to him. That ho had traveled extensively I soon learned from his conversation, though in referring to interesting places he had visited he made no reference to himself.

One evening about dusk he came to me and said that he had something of importance to say to me and invited me to a seat by him on the veranda. "I suppose you have been somewhat surprised at my conduct," he began, "but when you have heard the story of my life, which I shall now attempt to lay before you, you will then understand and sympathize with my wretched condition. I have explorod every avenue of science as well as I was able and have investigated those theories that are claimed by their originators to be superior to science, but have only met with disappointment."

He paused here and for several moments sat as if absorbed in deep thought. Presently he continued "I am fully conscious of the intrusion

I am guilty of in asking you to listen to my story, but somehow I have a desire to confide in you, impelled by a vague and faint hope that you can in some manner assist me. Let. mo begin at the first, that you may have the whole story. "I am 31 ycai'S old and was born in the city of Boston. I am a sculptor, and ten years ago I went to Europe to pursue my studies. I spent much of my time in Florence and JR-onie, where I made a study of the works of the world's greatest sculptors. After seven years of work and study in Rome and Florence I quitted Italy and went to Paris, but after a month's stay in the French capital I went to the island of Corsica and took up my abode in the quaint and picturesque city of Bostia. Charmed with the romantic and delightful place, I resolved to spend a year there in rest and enjoyment Here I first met and made the acquaintance of Casinca Piuelli. She was the daughter of a poor fruit vender and was scarcely 17 years of age. Never before had I beheld such marvelous beauty in woman. Her form and face were perfection, her eyes dark and lustrous, and her complexion was of that exquisite ivory whiteness and delicate coloring so rarely seen outside her own country. "From the very moment that I first beheld her I was drawn to her as if by some subtle witchery, and within a

"A white robed figure emerged from the house." week after I first saw her I had grown to love her with all the strength of my soul. At certain times in the day she would come and assist her father in his little fruit stall, and at such times I would haunt the place to catch a glimpse of her, often stopping to make purchases and frequently to converse with her and her father, both of whom, as I was delighted to find, could speak English quite fluently. "I learned subsequently that old Piuelli had once been wealthy and had 6pent some years with his family in England.

I shall not go into the details of bow my acquaintance with father and daughter grew into the warmest friendship. Suffice it to say that I soon became a fr»quent and welcome visitor to

their hotne. They dwelt in a picturesque stone structure just beyond the limits of the town on the road to San Florenzo —a beautiful and romantic spot with dense forests stretching down the mountain side to the sea, the silver gray of the olive groves contrasting pleasantly with the deep green of the chestnut foliage. "As the days went by my love for Casinca grew in an intense passion so wild and ungovernable that I was utterly miserable when not in her company, and when at last I learned that my love was reciprocated and that she would become my wife, I felt such a thrill of passionate joy sweep through my soul as to render me oblivious to all things save that the crowning desire of my life was now to find fruition "It was just a week before the time fixed for my marriage with Casinca that a most strange incident occurred. I had sought my lodgings and retired early that night. I had been asleep but a short time when I had a most startling dream. In my dream, which was so intensely real as to make a deep impression upon me, I saw the interior of the Pinelli dwelling. It appeared that the moonlight was shining in at an open window and falling upon a couch where reposed the form of Casinca Pinelli. She was fast asleep, one white bare arm, from which the loose flowing sleeve had fallen back, thrown across her breast, the intensely white moonlight seeming to glorify the beauty of her face. "As I gazed entranced at the vision of loveliness, I seemed to hear a footstep in the room and the next instant the dark form of a strange man entered, a blood stained dagger in his hand. The sight gave me such a start that I rushed forward, a loud cry upon my lips. Then I awoke and sat bolt upright in my bed, hardly able to realize that it had all been a dream. So vivid and startling an impression did it make upon me that I got up and hastily drew on my clothes and went out. The moonlight was flooding the town, rendering it almost as light as day. It was past 10 o'clock and few people were astir. "I tried to shake off the effects of my strange dream, but could not do so, and moved by a sudden impulse I walked rapidly through the street and turned in the direction of the Piuelli home, filled with a vague, indefinable sense of danger that threatened the one I loved. "I passed quickly through the town and was soon making my way up the pathlike road that led up the rugged hill. A few storm beaten larch trees grew along the rocky vergo of a deep ravine upon my left, from which came the sound of waters leaping from precipitous rocks. Just a short distance ahead now, surrounded by a grove of rowan trees I could see the gray walls of the Pinelli house. It was wrapped iu silence, and the black shadows of the trees which were flung across its walks gave it a weird and ghostly appearance. I stood for several moments gazing at the building as if to assure myself that no evil threatened the inmates then as I was about to retrace my steps, convinced that my fears had only been imaginary, I saw the dark form of a man steal from the house and run swiftly down the path a few yards, then dart into the thick grove of trees. "Alarmed at what I had seen, I hurried toward the building, a vague fear at my hear!.. As I drew near, a white robed figuro emerged from the house and staggered down the path. It was Casinca Pinelli. As I hurried forward to meet her I saw her stagger forward and with a low, agonized cry sink in a heap upon the ground. In a moment had reached her sido and was bending over her. She was clothed only in her night garments, which looked deadly white in the light of the moon. As I stooped over her I saw that her face was as pale as death and that her garments were stained with blood.

CHAPTER II.

"A sickening deadly fear that she had been murdered came over me, "continued the strange lodger after a slight pause. "I lifted her up and bore her into the house. As I entered the door a fearful sight met my gaze. Lying upon the floor by an open window I saw the girl's father, an awful knife wound in his breast, his eyes wide open and glaz ed in death. "Half crazed at the awful sight, I hurriedly deposited my burden upon a couch. As I did so she showed signs of recovering, and opening her eyes sat up and stared vacantly about her. Then, seeming to realize what had happened, she uttered an agonized cry and covered her face with her hands. "'Oh, my poor father! They have murdered him! They have murdered him!' She arose, and staggering across the room threw herself upon the dead body of her father, moaning piteously. Realizing now that a murder had been committed, I saw the necessity of immediate action if the escape of the criminal was to be prevented. I knelt quickly by the girl's inside. 'Who has done this deed? For heaven's sake, speak quick!' I cried, lifting the girl gently from the floor, he gazed at me in a bewildered mann r. "'It was the Balaccos,' she said. 'There is a terrible vendetta between that family and ours. They had sworn to kill my father, and they have kept their oath. It is now the house of Pinelli'£ twn to peek vPirsronuno.' [CONTINUED.]

One AAcst Made.

BOWLING GKKEN, O., March 17.— Frank Weaver, a well known citizen of Weston, has been arrested and charged with being one of the gang that robbed a grocery and jewelry store at Milton Center last week, loaded the two safes on a handcar and took them into the country, where they were dynamited and several hundred dollars worth of plunder secured- The authorities expect to make several more arrests. It is thought that an organized gang has committed the many recent robberies in the vicinity.

J. E. MACK,

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Fiolin, Piano, Cornet, Mandolin.

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Office and residence 42 N. Penn. street, *e8t side, and 2nd door north of Walnut itreet.

Prompt attention to calls In city or ountry. Special attention to Childrens, Womena' *nd Chronic Diseases. Late resident )hvsician St. Louis Childrens Hospital. 89tly

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This Is the Heroine Of Will Lisenbee's powerful story entitled

Casinca

Which we are about to publish, with appropriate illustrations.

Casinca

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