Greenfield Evening Republican, Greenfield, Hancock County, 9 April 1896 — Page 4

By MARTHA M'OULLOCJH WILLIAMS.

|Copyright, 1896, by American Press Association. "Worse than that—it's a play—our work," with a proud stress on the pronoun, "and—and I asked you to come eo

we might read" it'to you and get the benefit of all your doubts before we faced a manager." "They're a lot of jealous thieves. No fan who outshines them has a ghost of show," Mr. Eton said, beginning to Itudy himself in the cheap mantle mirror.

Pen said only-.. "I am at your service iimb o'clock. Later I have an engage-

The play proved at onoe a martyrdom and arSvela$oti. Its motive waB.Orfg"ipal, quaint, whimsical, delicately 'huinoroufl, withal so obvious that yoa °Wondered how it had so long been, left

DBosed. In the first scene Pen grasped ,lt» possibilities, saw what might be made of it by a master hand and theresat in'torment

For the theme ws« laboriously overwritten, quite to the degree of bathos. $Tbe play owned efverf fault possible to Mtbfli amateur or professional work. $«t from almost every page there came ''•jl flash of wit, a touch of fancy, a dainty, delicious turn of phrase. Listening

Was cruel work. Pen clinched his hands In shadow as the woman's piping, untrained vdice With its soft, slurring, Southern accentuation slipped and slid Jklong, now grave, now merry, always Joo rapid for perfect comprehension."

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The man did worse and better. Self conscious almost to suffocation, there Was a timbre and quality of tone that 'with a brain behind it would surely have meant fortune.

A raging sense of nature's incomplete work grow upon and possessed the auditor. If these two must suffer gifts out of the coin moo, wherefore had they, no* such others us might suffice to make use of them possible? There was no present answer to (hat question. Heredity, environment nr'ght perhaps explain. Before the play was half through Fen rose, saying: "Tint will do, Mrs. Eton. Now tell me how I c. serve you in this matter." "By speaking the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth," she said, dropping into a chair and wiping her moist forehead,

Her husband broke in. "You see, sir, I know 3*oui word goes a long way with the critic:-:. Managers, confound them, are ruled IV them. So what I'd like is a letter to my wife there saying you've read the play and—well, what you think of it. I am sure it's original. "Quite," said Pen, with a bow. "But to write such a letter I must go on to the end. Will you trust me with anything so precious as a new idea?" "Gladly, only too gladly," Mrs. Eton *aid, thrusting the manuscript upon him and smiling over at her husband, who scowled blackly at her open fondness.

Pen turned away, saying shortly, "Good

night."

"Wait a minute. I'll see you safe downstairs," Mr. Eton said, picking tip his hat and avoiding his wife's appealing eyes. She made no other protest and smiled a brave adieu from the lighted doorway as the two men plunged downward through cavernous, half Jit depths.

At the pave Pen felt a timid touch upon his arm as Eton sa'd, all his bravado gone, "Tell me, Mr. Pennington, is there really anything in that stuff?" "Why do yon ask that hero:" "Because—because—you see, it's this •way—I want to know if—if you would give $100 for it?" "I might, under so:ne circumstances —say, if I were dealing with the owner of it." "You mean poor Martha. I don't want to rob her, indeed I don't, sir. £he's a good lot, much too good for me. jBut now I've got a real chance—that is, with a $100 string to it—and I do want to take it." "Say what you mean and say it out plain."

Just this: Take the play. You can Stake a fortune out of it. I know it jacks something, but we could never Vut.it in, and with the $100 I get for it J'll make my fortune."

4'How?

At faro?"

"No, no. saw you recognized me. I Slave played in the most cursed luck

"That will do, Mrs. Eton."

fiqce we have been in this city. What I jmean now is real business—leading man if$ anew troop just organized on a mutual basis." "Hiss Lily Martin, I suppose, is at )fhe bead of it?"

You are right. How did you guess? "*We make a team that is bound to draw jpo you see the profit of the investment." "No doubt. If you get the money, when will yon leave New York?" "Six sharp tomorrow morning. That ijs why I am growding things so. Packed

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tnj trunks anv sent vnem aa today while MaHto Wifcawajf. Pbor old Martha I I—wish now I had kissed her goodfey, "t

H'^YOU think I tsfiil trade with yon?" ?'I'hope so." 11 "I'will not. My1 impulse is to knock yon down for thinking that I would. Don't go. I shall not do it. But I Will lend yon the $100 upon your note, the condition being that you never let it be known how you came by it?"

Eton's sigh of relief was almost a

sob. After a minute he saicfthickly, "I see you despise me for this, but really yon will be doing her a kindness"— "I know it," Pen said savagely. ,The other went on asthough Pen had iiot sjtakeft. ''Martha ia'tlfe woman itfiviv but• Our ni&rjriage w&rabig mis4 'fciiii. Bee lived in the happen-1 .v- ~rrr. the-' fjffltte^'lglj th#ngh

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n%wfP0ken to

ISpr I'd «Mn hM^lir tbrfehio&ths every day and knew how straight she was. \tfhen 7 drew her band thfcbngh my urm t& take her home, I felt it tr&nbld and looked down there in the eleotrio light I to 6ee her blushing and beautiful. You area man, sir, anddOn'tneed to be told how such things flatter one. I saw she"— I Pennington turned upon him sayagely. "Silence,.if yon please. I know qnite to rntich of you and your affairs as

I care to endure.11 As they went forward so swiftly in silence side by side Pennington'B soul rose in rebellion. Here was a Vomnn I whose love might honor the noblest man alive pouring itat'the feet ofthlS hulking brute, whose attitude to her was an ungracious permission. It must be that women were like flowers—when blossom time came, their hearts opened perforce, no matter how wan or sullen was the sun god then beaming in the sky. This woman, he Well knew, was one of those to whom love is a necessity. It was denied her in her poor, safe, slighted home life. What wonder that she lavished it without stint upon this handsome wretch, of whom her fancy bad made a demigod long before his hand was raised to shield her from annoyance

When they came presently to the door of Pen's bachelor apartment, Eton's eyes thirstily took in its splendors, for Pennington was a sybarite fin de siecle. All that was possible to art, to wealth, to the most perfect taste found its flowering upon his floors and walls. Just now the splendor (ho harmony, the luxury of it oppressed him. The memory of that poor, bare place, with its slim figure smiling out of the open door, hung over him with the oppression of a nightmare. Flinging wide the shutters, he looked down at the street from his eighth story's dizzy height. I He saw faintly a dark, slim shape

going slowly back and forth on the street's other side. Eton's voice made him turn. "Here's the document, properly conditioned," he said, with a poor bravado that did not mask his uneasiness. Whea Pen without a word laid the money in his hand, he kissed the crisp notes and thrust them instantly within the breast of his coat, as though fearful they might be snatched from his hand.

Notwithstanding, he staid for a minute, looking himself over in the long mirror at one side and dwelling with a measuring glauce upon everything in the room.

As he turned to the door he said awkwardly: "I know this—advance—cannot embarrass you. If I have any sort of luck—to match getting it, I mean— why, next year I, too, may have such quarters, where I shall be most happy— Meantime my thanks." "Excuse me I am going out," Pen said, striding toward the door. The other followed him to the elevator and said as they went down: "We shall be away a year, Mr. Pennington. Depend on it, though, for your sake The Blazer shall have exclusive news of our first great success."

The elevator car stopped noiselessly. Pen strode past him into the world of night without another word.

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It was 4 o'clock in the morning when he came home, but only the stars and the red river lights had borne him company. When he sat dawdling over his breakfast, the post came in. Always his mail was heavy, even in this dead summer season. He tore open letter after letter, skimmed idly through each and tossed it to the ragged, growing heap at his left hand.

The very last epistle made him start. It was flatly thin—a coarse, cheap envelope with inside it a single sheet of the unruled manuscript paper he knew so well.

Across it in a hand as familiar as the paper, a hand whose quaint curves and ragged shading somehow seemed to typify their maker's untrained mind, ran the words:

If Mr. Pennington will buy "Cynthia's Sacrifice" for $100, by considering it henceforth his lawful property, he will confer a favor beyond words upon his very humble servant,

MAIITHA C. ETON.

Pen got up heavily. "He told her, after all. Oh, the hound, the hound!" he said, flinging on a street garb with reckless haste. Yesterday's heat was intensified, though the sun no longer shone. A hot, steaming air lay breathless over everything, choking out sap and vigor of man or beast.

Notwithstanding, Pen went in the briefest space to Mrs. Eton's door. It stood wide and through it in and out went the stout German couple from the floor below, carrying the rooms' poor plenishing to their own domain.

Pen's li^art stood still at the sight. "Where is she?" he demanded, so sternly that the good German wife let fall tho very rocker in which he had eat last night and stood looking at him in terror.

The pair spoke little English, but at last he made ont that "the lady" had been alone all night. They heard her come in late—oh, so late—and afterward pacing the floor above where they wsre sittiii'-' with fcljeir nick child. At I

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fa?ed,^bad partedwfth IfeftfflsW poaesgioris, fp?.what,pittMiea they chose to offer fti^Wterw*?^ Bad gone away just as thl^nM was rtaihg. ^No, she had left no her only that she smiled always at the baby in his mother's arms if they met alond upon the stairs and hurried by it with heedless eyes if perchance her husband bore &er company. So they gatbersd that she loved him and he was jeal­

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siglilt, not even her name,

ous if sbfl smiled even on a baby or a bird. All they knew was she was gone and had said she would never come back. "|lhe followed us last night, has fol-

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tBisJnoiwng,, p^or fool,"

ii$gton silfd.as^'e-Went -kway with nubia's Swsrffice'^ burning in his

fta&nit fina.l^eir Itad give-it back at

uixnself as the meaner robbery of her poor brain.

8o thinking he hailed a cab and was dri^ii* to The Blazer office. There he fount! ft little flutter about the telegraph desk. JSome one .was reading aloud oyer the. telegraph editor'a •boulder. Pen caright the w6rds "6 o'clock express," "tunnel, '^cojjisidn"—bare, bald de tails of an everyday horror, thrilling in spifcrof itecommonness.

bd}bent.

forward jarid let his own eye

run -bvpr trie mmy yellow sheets. Anew p&gb tiat^jgbt it." Itr mad: "The rear oar ..was occupied by the ill? "Jla^tin- bwles^ne troop, at least firaof Kthps® mtaqbers are among the killed. T&ey arb James Edgar Eton and

Pen got no farther. death

Pen went, to find only such poor, charred wrecks of humanity as made recognition out of the question. One of them, though, had been Martha Etoit. Her name was among the passengers of the ill fated car. Moreover the agent remembered perfectly her coming barely in time, her wan face and heavy eyes.

In the face of it all Pen could not doubt her fate. So one of the biack husks that once enveloped a soul was borne by his order far away from set cemeteries to a fair hilltop whose crown of sighing p'"nes made all the tenderer the sunlit silence that lay all about. Pen could not bear to think of her who all her life had loved nature, the great mother, sleeping her last sleep amid the trim, clipped splendors of a city of the dead.

There he left her to the healing of si lence, the loving of wind and dew and rainy cloud—left her with a thanksgiving upon his lip to the power that had vouchsafed her the mercy of death.

Five years later a city theater in its first night fervor rang with cries of "AuthorI Author!" "Pennington! Pennington

The audience, unusually brilliant, rocked and reeled in its enthusiasm. With good reason too. A master hand had laid hold upon its breast and stirred it to tears, to laughter as the sough of wind stirs tall meadow grass. Three well known critics were already explosive in their enthusiasm. A fourth, the best known of all, disciple of Tolstoi and Ibsen, was in rage, three adjectives deep, for tho play was wholesomely, naturally real throughout—a most potent moral antistjtio to the high flavoring he loved. Besides he hated Pennington on personal grounds.

Yet even his rancor dropped a little as Pen, bowing again, yet again, to the storm of applause, said with a thick undertone of tremor: "I thank you more than mere words can say for the honor you do—the play. I do not say my play. It is not mine. The seed thought came to me from a dear soul long dead. I have been, am, but the artificer who has polished the gem and given it proper setting."

A storm of braves* of hand clapping, drowned his.words, made his heart leap so wildly further speech was impossible. Again hcj bowed low and turned to go away. Those thrilling shouts, that tempest of glad sound, forbade.

He stood still, his face tense, his eyes burning over the sea of faces alight and a-thrilL

An usher hurried down the aisle. What his hand bore almost stopped Pennington's breath.

It was a cluster of pea blossoms—not the bright winged creatures of the field, but poor, pale, drawn, as though grown in a narrow, crowded window that got only morning sun rays.

The hearts, thofagh, lacked nothing of perfect sweetness. The breath of it brought back to Pen the August day, the August night, so curiously linked with this supreme moment.

He laid the flowers against his cheek, bowed again and went slowly out of View.

Very early next day he had climbed dangerously near heaven and 6tood betide a slender, black robed woman looking earnestly at a mat of leafy vines despoiled of all their blossoms. Stripped as it was, it brought cheer to the plain room, of whose plainness Pennington, the superfastidious, was quite unaware. Touching his companion's arm, he said softly as she Ceased speaking: "You were cruelly wise to let me believe you dead. Otherwise I should have sought you the world over. Tell me, what did yon think when you read that your play was to go out to the world as mine?" "Pure joyJI said Martha, hanging

her head. ^'^vnwy tbai WajhflOtiia ine debt jdisQhargpd,. and While ,it. stood betweenus"— "I oOnld never have my peas blossom," Pennington oried, drawing her to him and kissing the tears from her eyes.

THE END.

He Doean't Count the Cost. When one man is heating a, furnace lor another, he never thinks about the grice of poal. —Ram's IJorn.

Hotel Burned.

AUGUSTA, Ga.,

April

9.—The

Park

Avenue hotel at Aiken, S. C., was burned yesterday morning. The

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$16,000 and there is a small insurance. No lives were lost.

Arizona's New Governor Confirmed. WASHINGTON, April 9.—The senate

in executive session yesterday confirmed the nomination of Benjamin J. Frank* lin of Phoenix, I. T., to be governor of Arizona, vice D. O. Hughes, removed.

JirlUegrooitt Ultiea.

NEW YORK, April 9.—At Elizabeth, N. J.» yesterday Frank McQinley, employed by the Singer J^nufftQtwring a Peijnsjlfauia ,, W rH011 married less than an nour before the accident which caused his death. His bride was-with him when he waa killed.

company, was killed .byj railway train. McGin

BOILER EXPLODES. ii .i "1-SI

Two Men Killed and Four Other* Woanded, Two of Whom Were 01rl«.

NBWYILLE, Pa., April- 9.—A terrible explosion occurred at the. sawmill of Dennis Boyd, situated at .the. .North Mountain, .nine miles ^99^h, .of »this place, yesterday, which re^qlttid in the

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He turned away steadily, but his lips other persons, two of whom were girls, were dry and there was a hard note in his voice as he asked of the old man, "JHave ybtx sent aiiybody?" "What do yoa take ine for? Is this a last year office?" the old man began in his choicest roar. Something in Pen's face stopped him. He dropped his eyes, drummed hard with the ruler on top of his desk and said: "Maybe you'd better go, too, and look out for poor Mrs. Eton. No doubt she's better off so, but I'd like to have everything done deoently for her, and she told me once that outside the office here she had nobody alive to look to."

two men and tb.e f01^1

The dfead are: John Boyd, 85 years of age, son of Dennis Boyd, the proprietor of the mill.

George Oiler, 22 years old, son of Andrew Oiler, a well known citizen of this place.

The injured are: Andrew Oiler, a veteran of the late war. He lost the sight of one eye and had his arm broken.

Two of Oiler's young daughters, who visited him during the dinner hour, and a younger son, were also badly hurt by the force of the explosion, the two girls' injuries being considered serious.

The explosion occurred shortly after the men had finished their dinners. The men, with a number of other employes of the mill, were sitting in front of the huge boiler, while several workmen were engaged in repairing a belt. Suddenly and without any warning the boiler blew up, wrecking a part of the building and instantly killing young Boyd and injuring young Oiler so badly that he died in a few minutes. The other men and the young children were hit with fragments of the boiler and wreckage from the building. The elder Oiler was struck in the head with a large piece of the iron, which destroyed his eyesight and broke his arm. The cause of tlie explosion is a mystery.

SENATE AND HOUSE.

The Entire Day in Both Branches Taken Up in Debate. WASHINGTON, April 9.—Senator Turpie's speech on Cuba was the event of the day in the senate, and in many respects it was the most picturesque and vehement utterance heard on that subject. The senator has an inexhaustible vocabulary and a bitterly satirical style. While arguing for radical action on Cuba, even to the extent of sending a fleet to Cuban waters, much of Mr. Turpie's speech was given to sarcasm and ridicule of the course of Mr. Sherman and Mr. Lodge in managing the Cuban resolutions. The senator created much amusement by his portrayal of Senator Lodge as a warrior about to fight a duel with Minister Dupuy de Lome. Most of the day was given to the Indian appropriation bill, which was not completed. Unanimous consent was secured for taking up the resolution for a senate inquiry into recent bond issues next Tuesday.

In the house the bill to adopt the metric system of weights and measures was sent back to the committee on coinage weights and measures for further consideration. On the first vote it had a majority of two, but the opposition and after a series of votes it was recommitted—130 to 59. The remainder of the day was devoted to debate on the bill to exempt sailing vessels engaged in the coastwise trade from compulsory pilotage laws. The conference report on the agricultural appropriation bill was adopted.

Kioters ia Court.

BUFFALO, April 9.—Six men implicated in the Tonawanda riot, which resulted in the killing of Captain Phillips and his son, were arraigned yesterday. Four pleaded guilty to rioting and two to participation in ulilawful assembly. They will be sentenced Friday with the murderers. One man, Edward Munger, was released because of fault in the indictment. Two more, William Goddard and Phil Perew, will stand trial. The lotli rioter, Laugh', skipped his bail, and can not be found.

Sensational Developments Expected. OMAHA. April 9.—Ex-City Treasurer Bolin pleaded not guilty yesterday in the district court of embezzling $30,000 from the city of Omaha. The trial will probably continue several weeks and some sensational developments indicating the disposition of the missing are apprehended.

lii Hung Chang Not Coining to America. LONDON, April 9.—The Times publishes a dispatch from Singapore which says that Li Hung Chang has abandoned his proposed American tour, but that after the czar's coronation at Moscow, lie will proceed to London to see Lord Salisuury.

Started oil a Three-Year Trip. ST. PJSTEKSBUKG, April 9.—The expedition of the Kussiau Geographical society, equipped for the exploration of the Irkutsk region of Siberia, has started and will be absent for three years.

Treasury statement,

WASHINGTON, April*9.—The treasury yesterday lost $63,700 in gold coin and $11,200 in biirs, which leaves the true amount o£ the gold reserve 7,9J6,167.

STVAJJ

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John Smith Charged With the Horrible Crime.

PARTIAL CONFESSION MADE.

He Had Been Formerly Employed and Discharged By Mr. Stone and Was in Love With His Daughter Flora—He

Gave No Motive For the Horrible Crime. His Real Name Is Romulus Colelk. AKRON, O., April 9.—The detectives

last night arrested John Smith, a farmhand, who was formerly employed by Alvin N. Stone, on the charge of murdering Stone and his wife and Ira Stillson at Tallmadge 10 days ago. Smith was discharged by Stone about two weeks before the murder, and it is also said that he was in love with Flora Stone, the youngest daughter of the murdered couple. His attentions were discouraged by the girl's parents.

Flpra Ston& flaid, the day after the murder, that the voice of the murderer sounded like that of Smith. The prisoner wa& lodged in jail here. He is a Slay a»d his r^al name* by his own confession, is Romulus Cotelk.

On the night following the murder Smith was suhpeenaed to appear before th*qoroner..i Upon examination he denied/all J^p^rledge, ot. the crime. The two Cleveland detectives Tuesday night became' convinced that Smith was the real murderer and yesterday morning p^id a visit, to Tallmadge. They took Smith, to the Stone residence, and for six hours kept him in "sweat box," plying him with questions.

The man, .doggedly insisted that he never committed the murders, but. at 7 o'clock broke down "and said: "If murderedthem I did not know it." This served as a starting point and from this the officers wormed a partial confession from him. His story of the manner in which he had made his way from room to room in the house agrees with the details already published. He would not give an indication of the motive for the crime, but there is but one conclusion, that it was done for the purpose of assaulting Flora Stone.

His home is in Turin, N. Y. He says he is only 17 years of age, but is evidently about three or four years older. When Smith had concluded his statemont the detectives placed him under arrest. He made no protest when told he was in custody, and did not appear to be much excited.

BRIDGE SPAN FALLS.

One Matt Goes Down With tlie Wreek anl Is Drowned. TOLEDO, April 9.—A ponderous steam excavator pushed along by a light engine, jumped the track while crossing the Wheeling and Lake Erie railway bridge over the Maumee river, and, tearing through the iron work of the structure, carried the whole of an 80foot span into the river with it. The engine remained on the track.

James Marshall of Ironville, a switchman riding on the excavator, was carried down with it and drowned. His body has not been recovered. He leaves a widow and four children.

The property loss is estimated at $7,000. The bridge was erected in 1882 at a cost of $250,000.

The Wheeling railroad officials have their derricks and wrecking apparatus in position preparatory to raising the wrecked bridge and cars. It is stated by some of the trainmen that two tramps who were riding on the cars were drowned. The Wheeling trains are entering the city over the Pennsylvania bridge.

DISCOURAGING FOR CADETS.

More Men Than There Are A'acaneies in the Army. WASHINGTON, April 9.—Those cadets who wrill complete the four years course at West Point in June will be confronted with the most extraordinary situation that has ever confronted the lot of young aspirants for army positions. They will find on graduation morning probably not more than a dozen vacancies in all departments of the service for some 70 men.

Despite the discouraging outlook all the cadets wTill be provided for eventually, as the law directs that all graduates of West Point shall be commissioned in some branch of the army. The department therefore will have to designate at least 60 per cent of the cadets additional second lieutenants, and place them on the list awaiting vacancies.

Same as Last Year.

I WASHINGTON, April 9.—The instructions to United States revenue vessels for the patiol of the seal waters during the approaching season have been completed by the treasury department, and will shortly be issued to the captains of the vessels. They are substantially the same as those of last year.

A Temperance 3.1 other's Death. DELAWARK, O., April 9.—Mrs. Sarah Bayles of this city, well known temperance worker, was stricken with apoplexy yesterday at her home and died within a short time. She was a veteran temperance enthusiast, being 72 years of age, and her demise will be a great loss to the cause generally.

A New Pension Feature.

WASHINGTON, April 9.—Senator Allen introduced a bill yesterday providing for the restoration of the names of widows of soldiers to the pension rolls after the death of the second husbands who by reason of a second marriage have been dropped from the pension rolls.

Prisoner Pardoned by the President. WASHINGTON, April 9.—The president has pardoned David L. Driver, sentenced in Arkansas, in 1894, to three years' imprisonment for illicit distilling.

Another Massacre.

LONDON, April 9.—According to private advices from Constantinople it is feared that another organized massacre will occur iu tli Cicilian provinces.

CongroHHitiiin A ndrews Renominated. MiNDiC.s .NeU April 9.—-Congress-man W. E. Andrews was yesterday renominated by acclamation by the Republican congressional convention.

WAR IN ABYSStNtA.

ffht Italian For«# Now |X|«n Unable Make Any Advanc» HoT«ment. ROMJE, April Q.-r-The official dispatches whick-have been received here from the seat of war ia

Abyssinia leave it doubtful whether General Baldissera's order to Coloijel Stevani to retire from Cassalawith his column upon Agordat, half way between Cassala and Massowah, implies the complete evacuation of Cassala by the Italians. General Baldissera is

GEN. BALDISSERA. chief in command, of the Italian army in Abyssinia. It is surmised, however, that Cassala may continue to be held by a garrison commanded by Major Hidalgo, which is considered strong enough to hold the place against offensive movements, not enough tp take the offensive rainsfe $e &rvfrhjM. ^C^e^taliQ, states that the Italian gov^mi6jitfti?i8.decUu$d, offer of an English.syndicate.of. a loan of £25,000,000 sterling. 4

CRISIS IN VENEZUELA.

Another Outbreak of Popular indignation Against England.

jtysw.yoRK/ April 9.—A dispatch to The-World from Caracas says: Should the British warship Gordalia. undertake to sail up the Orinoco river* the Venezuelan* Risss: Myi^Eort Quianai which has been newly armed, would blow her out of the water.

The Turnbull incident has caused anpther outburst of popular indignation against England. The newspapers pronounce it arbitrary and insulting another instance of British arroganceThey, say the time has passed when warships and guns can compel Venezuela to make a shameful concession.

Venezuelans evidently expect assistance from the United States. The Turnbull incident referred to in the above cable refers to the visit of George Turnbull to Venezuela's capital to try to get the British schooner Newday released. The Nevrday hailed from St. Johns, N. F., and took 80 laborers and a miscellaneous cargo from Barbadoes to a mine in Venezuela owned by a syndicate of London capitalists, for whom Mr. Turnbull, who lives in Boston, is the agent.

The Newday delivered her cargo and. Mr. Turnbull obtained clearance papers for her, but before she could sail she was seized, and her papers were taken away, and she wras forced to go up the Orinoco river to Ciudad Bolivar where she is still held for alleged violation of custom regulations, the Venezuelan authorities explained, but Mr. Turnbull insists that it is for spite because she is a British vessel.

The British warship Cordelia, was supposed to have been ordered to Ciudad Bolivar to rescue the Newday.

HE WAS A HARSH FATHER.

Son and Daughter and Her Lover Arrested For Murder. LEAVENWORTH, Kan., April 9.— Charles Lamborn, his sister, Annie Lamborn, and Thomas Davenport, Miss Lamborn's lover, were jailed here last night by a detective on the charge of murdering John T. Lamborn, father of the Lamborns, at Fall Leaf, this county, on the night of Feb. 1.

The murdered man left a fortune of $55,000. lie had the reputation of dealing harshly with his sou Charles and his daughter Annie, and had forbidden the latter to keep company with young Davenport, Davenport was arrested, charged with the crime, several weeks ago, but was subsequently released.

After being placed in jail young Lamborn and his sister made a startling confession. According to the confession, Lamborn and his sister left home to attend a dance. Near their home they met Davenport, and it was agreed that tlie aged father should be killed. Davenport then went direct to the house, crept in through a rear door and with one blow of an ax dispatched the old man as he "sat in a chair by his fireside.

The two men then burned the dead man's will, by which he had disposed of an estate valued at over $50,000. After this they joined the girl and the three proceeded to the dance, where they seemed to enjoy themselves with the others. After the dance they all returned to the house and slept there. In the morning they spread the news of Lamborn's murder.

AN APPALLING DEATH.

A Woman Cyclist Run Down With a Ranaway Team. PHILADELPHIA, April 9.—Mrs. Cornelia Morse, aged 30 years, wife of Edwin F. Morse, senior member of the firm of Morse, Williams & Company, met an appalling death yesterday. On her wheel she had left her home at 1601 Girard avenue with the intention of taking lunch with her husband. She had gone but a short distance from the house when the horses of a heavy produce wagon became unmanageable and ran her down. One of the shafts of the wagon penetrated her breast and she died almost instantly.

A crowd gathered about the body and a moment later Mr. Morse, attracted by the excitement, pushed his way through, and found the mangled body of his dead wife on the ground before him.

Fell Down Stairs Dead.

CINCINNATI, April 9.—William Bliff, 75, of Eighth and Purcell avenue, fell down a flight of stairs early Wednesday morning while carrying a bucket of coal and died a few moments later. Dr. M. G. Blunden was called and attributed his death to heart failure. The coroner was notified.

Esther Cleveland Getting Along Nicely. WASHINGTON, April 9.—Dr. O'Reilly, the White House physician, who is attending the Cleveland children at Woodley, reports that little Esther is coming along nicely, and that so far the measles has not spread to the other children.

Cecil Rhodes Siok.

CAPE TOWN, April 9.—The Cape Argus publishes a uispatch from Salisbury, Matabeleiand, wlncli says that Hon. Cecil iihodes is sick of a fever.