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Mysterious Murders by an Unknown Masked Man.

«THE CRIME NEAR TALLMADGE, 0.

Alvin M. Stone and His Wife Killed, Their llodies Being Frightfully Mutilated and Their Hired Man and Two of Stone's

Daughters Probably Fatally Injured. No Cause Known the Deed. AKRON, O., March 30.—At a late hour

Saturday night a masked man entered jfche farmhouse of Alvin M. Stone, near Tallmadge, a few miles from this city, jand in the brief space of half an hour -(Committed a horrible butchery. When lie took his departure Stone and his ^vife, both aged people,'were lying deaa Jin bed, horribly mutilated, and Ira Stillson, the hired man, and Emma Stone, -the eldest of three daughters, were un-

-conscious from blows dealt by the mur-

jderer.

The murderer entered the house by means of a ladder, which he raised to «n upstairs window. He first passed through the room in which Hattie and Hora Stone were sleeping, without

Awakening them. Going quietly downjCtairs to the room in which Mr. and .Mrs. Stone slept, he attacked them with. m, blunt weapon of some sort, hitting

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upon the head. They were probably rendered unconscious, and possibly polled by the blows, but the fiend, not satisfied with that, proceeded to mutilate their bodies with a knife. He cut 40ff one of Stone's ears, slashed him «cross the face, and stabbed him, in the Iwck. Then he laid Mrs. Stone's cheek •pen with the knife.

After this he proceeded to the room Stillson upstairs. The hired man jheard the intruder apparently, for he had risen, when he was dealt a stunqnlng blow on the head. Next the mur-

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turned his attention to Emma iStone, who slept in a room by herself. 'When he entered her room she scramed. 'That awakened the two other girls who jBlept across the hall. Hattie Stone arose 'to go to her sister's assistance, but as sshe entered the latter's room she was swelled to the floor by a blow on the head

Jrat fortanately was not rendered un(conscious. Regaining her feet, she ran to her own room and locked the door. |l 3Chrowing abed quilt about her, she I' -Reaped from the window and ran though 4he rain and mud to the nearest neigli..v. jbors, a quarter of a mile away.

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had gone ior neij), lie nascuy ieic tiie house and made his escape. Hattie, with the blood streaming from the wound in her head, managed to reach the neighbor's house, told her story and then fainted. Alter she had been put to bed, the neighbor, calling for help, went to the Stone house. There the evidence of the butchery was discovered. The only person in the house who was able to speak, was Flora Stone, aged 16. and she was so badly frightened that she could tell nothing about the murder, except that the man who committed it wore a mask over his face.

The crime is a mystery. There is no possible motive for the murders as far as can be learned. Certainly the murderer was not bent on robbery, for in a bureau drawer in Mr. Stone's room were two gold watches and some money and nothing had been taken apparently.

The sheriff of Summit county was called to the scene of the murder early in the morning and with a posse of men he has been searching ever since for clews to the murderer. Nothing has been discovered. One man has been found who says he saw a buggy pass his house late Saturday night, going in the direction of the Stone house, and the same horse is believed to have been found in the streets of Kent, a few miles east of Tallmadge, yesterday morning. Ira Stillson, the hired man, and Emma and Hattie Stone have not yet recovered consciousness, and it is feared that Stillson at least will die, while the chances for the recovery of the two girls are very small.

RUSHED DOWN THE MOUNTAIN.

A Huge Rock Crashes Into a House and Kills Three People. HINTON, W. Ya., March 30.—Jim and

Frank Tihnan and Lucy Law were instantly killed by a rock crashing through the house where they were stopping at a station 40 miles west of here, yesterday morning. Two other members of the family were seriously injured.

The house was situated at the foot of the mountain on the banks of the New river. An enormous ledge of rocks broke loose on the mountain side, passing over coke ovens, tearing up the track of the Chesapeake and Ohio railroad, and breaking through the house with thie above results. Henry Law, one of the occupants who escaped, had the presence of mind to rush out and flag an eastbound express train which was just due, and would have otherwise been wrecked on the rocks.

Abraham WilIcy Dead.

ST. PAUL, March 30.—Abraham Willey, the celebrated abolitionist, died Saturday afternoon at Northfleld, Minn., lacking but a little'of being 90 years of age. He was born in New Hampshire June 24, 1806, was educated at a theological seminary at Bangor, Me., and when a young man became an advocate of the abolition of slavery. For 20 years he was the editor of The Advocate of Freedom, and the friend and advirer of Charles Sumner and. J. P. Hale. During the later years of his life he has lived with his daughter at Northfleld.

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By HABfiY 8TILLWELL EDWAEDS.

A log hut with a staok ohimney, at the foot of a long, low hill, where the path that winds around it disappears under a great spreading blaok gum another log lint with a stack chimney, over by & belt of pine woods, and another of like build beyond, where a group of water oaks marks a bend in the swamp, and others still, right and left in the distance, until the number runs up into the dozens—this is Blaok AnTrie. But not all of it. Yonder are a shed and a corncrib, and a leaning staok of fodder, and a blue stem collard patch, and snake fences, and vehicles that have stood in the weather until sunstruck a forlorn mule a cow that all her life has evidently practiced the precept, "It is better to give than to receive a

stray

hen with her little fam

ily under a gorgeous sunflower—this is Black Ankle. But hold! There are little negroes in single garments that reach to their knees only, and the 10-year-old girl bearing in her armis the infant. There are the clothes fluttering tin the knotted lines propped up by fork saplings. There are black women, with tucked up dresses,

scrubbing

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over the wash tub, and in

the air the tnarvelously mellow plantation hymn, and on the grpnnd the shadow of the circling hawk, and the grasshopper balancing himself in midair, and the dipping mocking bird on the haw bush. Ah, now indeed is this Black Anklet

The sun had gohe down, and the shadows were creeping out of the swamp, veiling Black Ankle. All the poverty signboards were buried in the gloom, and where the cabins stood fiery eyes twinkled through the night. Bat under the great black gum, where the spring gushed, a pine knot fire blazed merrily, piling up the shadows and painting in waving light the cabin front. The little porch, over which ran the morning glory and the cypress vine, stood forth as though projected by the brush of a mighty artist. From every direction, by every path, there came dusky figures, the simple children of the soil, filling the air with songs and laughter, and passed into the light. In a chair upon a table, his back against the black gum, sat a little wrinkled fid-" dler with his battered instrument under his chin, the bow twisting and sawing. And by his side, drumming on the strings with a straw, stood a boy, who ever and anon turned his head to laugh at some gay sally from the company gathered upon the smooth and well trodden ground. A favorite dancer exhibited his skill until breathless and was turning away amid the plaudits of the crowd when a young woman forced her way in, crying: "Git erway, niggers lemme come!" The crowd shouted, "Lou, Lou!" "Loa'll knock de shine off er 'im." "You got ter shuff' now, Beeswing."

The teeth of the young man who beat with the straw shone whiter and broaderas a short, active girl broke into the circle. Beeswing grinned. "Come back, nigger," she cried. The crowd laughed agaii?, and as the girl's feet began to keep time with the music a dozen hands patted upon as many thighs, and a voice, to which the chorus replied, added words to the strains of the fiddle, the dancer adapting her steps to the hints given:

Shuffl', littl' Lou pretty littl' Lou Same as you pretty littl' Lou My gal, too: pretty littl' Lou Forwood, too pretty littl' Lou Come 'Jong, Lou pretty littl' Lou Back step Lou: pretty littl' Lou Pretty littl' Lou look at Lou! The dancer held her dress back and "walked around," turning her toes in, and the crowd laughed. But the song continued:

Pretty littl' Lou pretty littl' Lou Cross step Lou pretty littl' Lou Balunce, too pretty littl' Lou. The girl whirled around amid a cloud of ootton, revealing her ankles, and the leader started the laugh by chiming in, followed by the refrain again:

Oom oom oo pretty littl' Lou Short dog Lon pretty littl' Lou Pidgin wing Lcm 'pretty littl' Lou: Bee yer froo pretty littl* Lon Turkey trot Lou pretty littl' Lou Shuffl', littl' Lott pretty Uttl' Lou. Beeswing broke out of the circle, and the dance ended amid the shouts of the company.

The tune changed. Old Morris, the fiddler, began a quaint march, and two by two the dancers promenaded around, the clear voices of the women leading the song:

Turn 'er high, turn lady, Turn lor'. Turfa dat lady Cymlin Turn 'er high, turn lady, Turn lor.' Turn dat lady roun.

The men turned their partners with one hand held overhead, and "the lady" spun until her dress swelled out like a balloon. Then she bowed, and the men patted quick time, all singing, while their partners sprang to the center and danced:

Knock candy, candy gal Knock candy, candy gnl No harm to knock candy Littl' in de wais' an pretty in de face No harm to knock candy Two ways to knock candy gal

No harm to knock candy.

Again came the quaint song, "Turn 'er high, turn lady," again the slow march and again the whirl. This time the men sprang to the center, and old Morris, sweeping his head to his knee, struck up a breakdown, to which the women sang:

You sif de meal, you gimme de huefe You bake de bread, you Gimme de crus-: You bile de pot, you gimme de grease ,r Ole Kate, git over Git over, ole Kate Git Over!

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Several verses followed, first the women dancing, then the men, ever returning to the promenade song.

Dance followed dance, jig, shuffle, long and refrain, and the hours glided

by. A tiny silyer crescent was the moon, hut it had long since sank behind the hill. Old Morris nodded, but his bow kept moving. "Wake up, old man," shouted a voice as the rout went round. "Hush yo' mouf, nigger," he answered back. "Dis fiddle knows me, an hit 'u'd keep er-singin ef I uz to go plnm ter sleep," And the livelier wave in'' Sallie Gooden," which the interruption had stimulated, faded away into monotony again.

So went the night. But a gaunt specter stood unseen on the black bank of shadows piled up beyond the gum tree. Into these old plantation dances, harmless once and picturesque, had come, with the new freedom, a new element. On the porch in the'shadow, where he had rolled over unnoticed, stupid with drink, lay Ben Thomas, the host. A heavy, brawny negro, he seemed some 50 years old when the stirred logs flashed alight upon him. At the far end of the little porch his young mulatto wife was tossing small coins in a oircle of men, who applauded when she won and were silent when she lost. Suddenly the game ended, the woman empty handed.

What stirred the sleeper? Whovean tell? But stir he did, then waked, and gazed about him. The last throw of the

Pretty little Lou.

coin attracted his attention. He felt in his pocket. Then letting his feet to the ground he staggered forward and supported his wavering form against a post. "Mandy," he said gently, and he seemed to sober as he spoke, "did you tek my money?" "Yes," she laughed, "I did." Hef tones were careless and defiant. "Whar hit, Mandy?" "Whar you reck'n?" "Whar hit, Mandy?" The man's voice was still calm. Silence had fallen on the group. "Los'." "Oh, w'at yermekin or fusserbout er littl' money fur? Ain' er man's wife got der right ter hit ef hit's his'n?" The speaker was a low browed, vicious looking negro, Mandy's late opponent. Ben did not notice him, but returned to his query: "Who got dat money, Mandy?"

The gambler contemptuously threw three silver quarters into her lap, for 6he was still sitting. "Heah, Mandy, len you nuff ter pay 'im. Dern er man w'at'11 'buse es wife 'fo' folks, an en 'er own house." The gambler looked around for indorsement, but got none. All eyes were upon the husband. He stooped forward and took the coins, placing them in his pocket. "No man kin len money ter my wife," he said gently, for the first time addressing the gambler, "an hit ain' len'in w'en money w'at's stole comes back.'' "Who stole hit? Who stole hit?" A savage look gleamed in the gambler's eye. "Fuss she stole hit, "said the husband, "an den you stole hit, fur ter cheater wooman es des same es stealin."

Quick as the spring of a panther was the movement of the gambler as he threw himself upon the now sober man who had accused him. There was a brief struggle. The gambler clasped one hand over his breast and staggered. A knife dropped from tinder his hand as he suddenly extended his arm, and with a deep sigh he sank lifeless in his tracks.

The crowd opened, letting the r?d firelight flood the 'scene. Ben stood with folded arms gazing upon the corpse, but like a shadow falling the woman glided from her low perch by the prostrate figure and snatched the bloody knife from the ground. For an instant she crouched, her yellow face upturned to her husband, a strange light in her (Byes and her long bl'aCk hair tumbling down upon her shoulders. She seemed about to spring at his throat. But only for an instant. The knife vanished in the folds of her dress, and she pointed straight inco the blaok depths of the swamp. "Eun, run!" she whispered. Ben gazed about him defiantly, then turned and strode away into the shadow. None pursued. His arms dropped as he disappeared, but no eye was strong enough to follow and see the faint flash of light that trembled for an instant upon the steel in his hands, like the glimmer of a glowworm through the texture of dead leaf.

The woman still crouched by the corpse, but she saw it not. Her eyes were fixed upon the shadow that had closed over her husband. Horror and fear seemed to have frozen her. The wondering group discussed the tragedy and constructed a rude litter for the dead. But as they bore the body off a man approached her and asked to see the knife. She turned her yellow face to his for an instant, then bounded by him and was swallowed up in the swamp. Forward she went through brake and bramble. A great gnarled oak reached out to stop her, but in vain, and from the grasp of the bushes that clutched her she rushed madly. Suddenly the silent stretch of a great lagoon was before her. She lifted her arm and frantically hurled the knife far Out into the hight. No Sound came back, though she held her breath until her eyes started from their sookets. But yes, at last-—a far, faint splash, as when a cooter glides from his log and leeks his couch in the slime below.

"Ben I" she whisperecf, ^Ben!" There was no answer. "Ben!" This time it was a scream. A thousand echoes darted here and there in the sounding swamp, and as they died away a strange, sad sigh was wafted out of the depths. Turning, she fled back to life, pursued by a host of terrors. How she reached it she knew not, but presently she fell prostrate upon the floor of the cabin. Crouching there in the shadow was the aged form of her husband's mother, crooning to his babe. Neither spoke, and lying on her face the young woman spent the remaining hours of the night. But ever and anon she heard the splash of the knife in the waters, the echoes calling "Ben," and that strange, sad sigh of the spirit as it left the dead man's body.

CHAPTER II.

Weeks passed. The little brown baby fell to the care of its grandmammy. A spell was upon Mandy. With her long hair down upon her shoulders, elbows upon her knees and face in her hands she sat by the hour under the great black gum gazing down into the shadowy depths of the swamp. With an intuition and refinement of kindness not unoommon to the race the elder woman kept silent upon the events of that dreadful night Not once did she refer to the tragedy, not once to the wild life of the young wife 01 which it was the culmination—wild, for it had been the same old story of mismated ages and foolish playing with fire. Quietly she had gone on doing the cooking and the washing, and the little brown baby as she toiled played with its rag doll and preached to the sleepy cat. When the baby cried for food, she placed it in its mother's arms, where as it lay Mandy studied the round faoe vaguely. But i.o tear fell upon the child, and the old mammy wondered as she watched the two. "Mandy ain' come roun yit," she said to a neighbor once. "De Lord es 'flictin her mighty hebby, but she'll come bimeby she'll come bimeby." Yet the time seemed long.

One day as thus they sat the Rev. Kesiah Toomer, or "Unc 'Siab," as he was called, leaned over the split jk picket. His aged face, full of wrinkles, and its white eyebrows beamed down kindly upon them. "Mornin, Aunt Charlotte," he said, touching the battered old straw hat that kept the sun from his bald head and its kinky fringe of snowy hair. "How you do des mornin?" His was a soft, flexible voice full of conciliatory curves. "I'm toler'ble," replied the woman simply. "How Mandy?" "She's toler'ble. The young woman was dreaming into the depths and heard nothing. "How littl' Ben?" "He's toler'ble."

"How Sis' Harriet?" "She's toler'ble." "Yes'm." Unc' 'Siah's face mellowed a little more, and he shifted his weight to the other foot. "How you, Unc' 'Siah?" "I'm toler'ble, bless God!" "How Phyllis?" "She's toler'ble." "The cliiilun all got well?" "Yes'm, dev all toler'ble." "Won't yer come en an res'?"

Unc' 'Siah replied by limping slowly into the yard. H*e had a leg that was stiff with rheumatism and gave him a painful looking gait. He seated himself in the splint bottom chair proffered him. For some time he was silent. Every now and then his eye rested upon the sleeping child and the brooding mother. Charlotte knew that he had something to say, [CONTINTJEO.]

LIQUOR DRANK UP BY FLAMES.

Pleasure Ridge Warehouse Destroyed by Fir* and 16,000 Barrels Burned. LOUISVILLE, March 30. The big

warehouse of the Pleasure Ridge Park Distillery company, located near Ridge Park, a station nine miles from Louisville, was destroyed by fire Saturday. It was the property of the Pleasure Ridge Park Distillery company of this city, B. Bernheim, president.

The burned warehouse was one of the largest in Kentucky. It was known as No. 8. Its capacity was 20,000 barrels and was erected in 1891.

Twenty-six thousand barrels of whisky and Warehouses Nos. 8 and 1 were destroyed. The total loss is estimated at $325,000 exclusive of the government tax. The damage to the plant is estimated at $25,000. There is ample insurance on the distillery plant, eooper shop and warehouses, and it is estimated the whisky was insured for 90 per cent of its value.

It had all or nearly all been sold to men in all parts of the country Who placed the insurance themselves. It will be some time before the names of owners and the amount of the individual insurance liability can be obtained.

The government tax on 26,000 barrels, or 1,170,000 gallons, would be $l,287,000. This is not due until the whisky is withdrawn for consumption, or until the expiration of the yearns bonded period. The owner is held liable for tax, but the government always remits it in cases of this kind.

TELEGRAPHIC TAPS.

Condensed News by Wire From Different Parts of the Globe.

Schrader, the divine healer, is in Cincinnati. Joseph Spaeth, the Austrian gynaecologist, is dead in London.

Ex-Judge Tally was acquitted at Soottsboro, Ala., of complicity in the murder of Banker Ro-o.

Senor Perreira, a Portuguese vineyard owner who made a fortune of £2,900,01 died in London Sunday.

John Shanks was sent to the workhouse at Lancaster, Ky., for 100 days for stealing one dozen lead pencils.

Herbert Soheiraerhorn of Salem, O., was fatally injured by falling from an express wagon which he was driving.

Mrs. Elizabeth Charles, author of many historical novels, characterized by a deep religious feeling, died in London Sunday.

At West Liberty, Ky., Henry Freeman Was sentenced to. serye tw.P XPft*81® the

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Maria S. Koch, aged 90 years, died ,at Milleraburg, O., Saturday. She wtfo in* widow of the late John E. Koch and Wits a pioneer.

Edward King, well known author ^d correspondent, died in Brooklyn Saturdfy,. after an Ulness of eight days. He was 49 years of age.

The body of Julius Dickman w^s fonnd frozen in the1 ice at Sandusky, O. He had mysteriously disappeared five months ago. Accidental drowning is the belief.

Donald Bain, aged 88 years, died of paralysis at Martinsville, Ihd., Saturday. He was the father of ex-Representative W. D. Bain. Mr. Bain was born in Scotland in 1808.

Oriental advices received per steamer Australia state that the black plague is again infesting various citie.s in China, especially the port and river cities. There have been a great many deaths.

Rev. Stephen Yerkes, D.D., died at his home in Danville, Ky., Saturday afternoon of apoplexy in the 79th year of his age. He bad been ill for several weeks. He leaves a widow and four children.

An attempt w:ts made to wreck a Cincinnati, Hamilton and Dayton passenger train at Weston, O., by opening a switch, but was discovered in time to prevent the disaster. Tramps suspicioned, but no arrests made.

Two attempts have recently been made by an unknown young man to kidnap Felix, the 8-year-okl son of Ralph Modjeska, son of the actress, from the vicinity of the family's home, 1780 Wrightwood avenue, Chicago.

While the agent was at supper Saturday evening the Chicago and Erie depot at Decatur, lnd., was burglarized and all the money in the cash drawer taken. Several suspected tramps have been arrested. The amount stolen was small.

Fire destroyed the lumber, coal and buildings in the yards of the City Lumber and Coal company at Waterbury, Conn., Saturday. Seventeen horses perished in the conflagration. The company's loss is $150,000. Lilly, Swift & Company, packers and beef dealers, lose $40,000, and Valentine Bohl, wholesale butcher, also loses $10,000.

Fire broke out in the five-story brick block, corner Seventh and Cedar streets, at St. Paul, principally occupied by Yerkes' mammoth grocery. The flames spread with great rapidity and, owing co the high wind the firemen had to confine their efforts to saving adjoining property. The loss on the Yerkes Block and building is estimated at $70,000.

Williamson Wright died at Logansport, lnd., Saturday, aged 82 years, of pneumonia. He was one of the early settlers of Cass county, moving there from Lancaster, O., iix 1835. He was state senator in 1840 and was the Whig candidate for congress in 1849, being defeated by the late Dr. G. 3Si. Fitch. Since 1852 and durthe period of his active life he was largely interested in railroads.

At South Pittsburg, Tenn., Saturday night, in front of the opera house, as spectators were emerging from a minstrel performance, City Marshal William Raul6ton shot and fatally wounded Jessie Fowler, an employe of the pipe works there. Fowler was drunk, parading tha streets with a rifle, which he used as a walking sr'ok, ahd pointed it at the ofiicer, when the latter shot him.

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Fair weather, preceded by showers in the early rning slightly cooler, high southwesterly winds, shifting to northwesterly, di '!nwhine in force. vei-y'beBiitiful is theHne^hain bracelet on which are fastened close together three clusters of diamonds with a fine turquoise in the center of each.

hundred Chinese were blown to atoms by the explosion of a magazine attached to the fort at Kiang, in China, on Feb. 24. The disaster, aocording to the mail advices received by steamer, was the work of mutinous soldiers, who were preparing to join secret society rebels in the attack on the adjacent town, bu't whether through carelessness or by intention is not known.

Cleveland Catastrophe.

CLEVELAND, March 30.—During a windstorm late Saturday night the wall of a building recently destroyed by fire fell upon the house of H. A. Vaughn at 745 Cedar avenue. Tons of brick crashed through the roof, carrying down a portion of the upper floor. Mrs. F. O. Bradford of Olstead Falls, O., sister of^ Mrs. Vaughn, was killed in her be Miss Emma Dietarichs, a domestic, w* badly injured. ..

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Three- Hundred Chinese Met Death, SAN FRANCISCO, March 30.—Three