Hope Republican, Volume 1, Number 5, Hope, Bartholomew County, 27 May 1892 — Page 2

A SWAMP MYSTERY. in Pittsburg Ctrjniule Tclc' summer of the year 1802 was P ticularly hot on the coast of North a ’ even did somethin), to unteract the more destructive heat oi the civil war. In enera l Burnside had captured a «>o*^i,v *-i' c seaboard and had stabhshed his headquarters at Newerne. No battles followed very uor any storms to speak of, ut the army and the weather were ast getting into a high state of preparation for either kind of event. there were Union troops at Fort Macon and Morehcad City, not many miles up the coast from* Newberne, an " much pay was due them. •the money came down from the Worth in July, and a couple of paymasters received orders to go at once and deal it out to the men. Before the war a railway had been constructed from Newberne to Morek The rails were stiI1 there, but all its rolling stock with the exception of one hand-car had gone into the interior of the State. The viaduct was only just wide enough to carry the rails, and much of its course was ’through a swamp whose dense bushes were now luxuriantly reaching out as if they meant to capture the track before the end of the season. The quartermaster placed his handcar at the disposal of the paymasters. He did so with the pleasant information that on the previous evening the busy Confederates had made a raid and had swept away all the pickets posted along the line of the railway. New pickets had been posted, he told them, and their proposed trip will be reasonably safe. “That is,” he said, “I guess you’re safe from any Confeds, but if you ■don’t get through before dark I’d advise you to be prompt about answermg any hail. The boys’ll all be wide awake this time. They won’t be slow about taking care of themselves in the dark. Not a man of ’em wants to go to Wilmington just now, nor to Andersonville, either.” That warning made the paymaster shako his head and grew in importance before the handcar set out, for it was plain enough that it would be dark before the trip could be half made , Precisely how dark it would be or why it was not as yet imagined j yby anybody. There wore nine men huddled on 1 that hand-car when it went. A j Sergeant and four soldiers were its I motive power, guard and garrison, i The writer of this story was there J altogether as an adventurer. Two i paymasters, with the rank of Major, I and one clerk, were in charge of a ■ black box containing over $30,000 in j greenbacks, to be scattered among ! ■the volunteers on the morrow. The'air grew more and more close I and sultry, and just before night a sort of haze began to rise over the •eastern horizon, “That's it, Major." said the Ser;geant ito one one of the paymasters, i “we’re going to hear from Cape Hatteras. ” “Storm coming?" “Right along. ’Twon't take it long to come.” i He was correct as to the time required by Cape Hatteras, or what ever was managing that storm. The sky rapidly grew black as ink and • darkness came with but moderate reference to the departing sun. JnSit before entering the denser ’thickets of the swamp, a picket was i reached and the officer in charge re- | pealed the worning of the quarter-' ■ master. “Be ready to answer right away. ■ It’ll be pitch dark and some of the • boys are nervous, after last night's j work. They’ll shoot quick.” “That was to the Sergeant, but it ■was a paymaster who replied: “Well, now, Captain, we didn't say so but we thought the trip would be ; safer, by night than by day. The I men have got to have the money. “Hope the Re'os won't get it then. Put her through, Sergeant, but look sharp. The storm’s most got here.” ■ He also was ■correct about the weath- ; er. In ten minutes more such a stofrn had arrived as was u credit to I Cape Hatteras and the whole sea■coast of North Carolina. On rolled ! the handcar, its crouching passengers drenched with rain, that fall in : stroames rather than drops. The ! lightning flashed almost unceasingly, \ and the swamp seemed to be the very home of the thunder. Except where a streak of lightning cleft it, | the darkness was like* a solid wall, i and there was neither headlight nor lantern provided for that handcar. “Worst storm I ever saw,” remarked the Sargeant and one of the brace ol men who were acting as motive power grunted back at him, “It’s the worst kind of storm, but you can’t see it.” It was a just correction of the statement made by the Sergeant, but at that moment a hoarse, deep, all tout sepulchral voice from the bushes and blackness at the right of the track commanded: • “Halt!” “Stop her! Quick boys!” cried the Sergeant, as the men changed in-

stantly from motive power into brakes, anc. when,the car had come to a standstill he sprang off into water above his knees and waded forward to answer the hail aad give the countersign. It was all in vain. Dow* came a double deluge of rain and thicker darkness. Then a vividness of blue electricity danced through the dripping bushes and a great roar of thunder followed it as if i» search of the hidden “picket.” Neither rain, nor thunder, nor the anxious questionings of the Sergeant discovered him. There he. was, or must have been, dead or alive, for he had said “halt,” but tjiat was apparently all he had to say. The Sergeant splashed his way back to the handcar, using very strong language, and it was decided to go forward. “We’re just as likely to be fired into, first thing,” remarked the paymaster's clerk, and they'd lilt some of us sure.” Both the paymasters agreed with him, and one expressed his satisfaction that the box containing the greenbacks was water tight. “That's more than I am,” said one of the soldiers. “This 'er rain’s got through my roof. I can feel it trickle down inside of me.” The handcar was not propelled rapidly after that, but the lightning and thunder worked harder than ever. Perhaps half a mile had been gained, when another voice,on the left this time and not so near, but equally hoarse and peremtory, snouted: “Halt!” Other words which seemed to follow were swallowed up by a widemouthed clap of thunder, and so was the Sergeant's prompt response, but in an instant he was among the bushes. The first we heard from him was: “Boys, it’s up to my waist and getting deeper!” “Go on, Sergeant!” shouted one of the paymasters. “They’ll be shooting at us it they don't get an answer!” “Hurrah for General Burnside!” squwked the paymaster’s clerk, in a vague effort to let any supposed Eicket know which side he was on, ut a severe sternness from the further end bafle him: “Shut up!” Halt! Come along.” “I'm coming!” shouted the Sert geant. “Frieud! Paymaster!” “Shut up! Come along!” responded the threatening voice beyond him. For a full quarter of an hour the Sergeant groped and floundered among those bushes. Again he used strong language, very strong, indeed; but not a soul came to meet him, nor did another word reply to his repeated requests that the picket should advise him as to what course he should take. The party on the haud-car cowered under sheets and torrents and whole mill-poncs of falling water, and hoped that there might bo a cessation of the lightning flashes, so that any hidden riflemen would be less able to shoot straight. “I give it up,” said the voice of the Sergeant at last. He was only three paces from the car, but he was invincible. “The boys know who we are,’’said one of the soldiers, “and we can go on; but it’s an awful mean joke to play in such a rain as this.” “There’s ’something more than that in it.” said one of the Paymasters. “There's a trap of some kind. We’ll never get to Morehead City.” “We ll go ahead, anyhow,’’said the Sergeant. “There's as much danger behind as there is before.” “I rn glad I hurrahed for Burnside,” remarked the Paymaster’s clerk. On went the hand-car into the water soaked darkness, and another mile or more was rolled over before the wayside summons was sonorously repeated. “Quick, now, Sergeant!” said the Senior Paymaster. “Don’t know, Major ” he replied. “That fellow's away in the swamp. He's got under cover. I couldn’t even find him E sk it! Boys, risk! Run her ahead. They can’t hit us if they do fire.” “Halt!” came warningly out of the darkness as the hand car dashed forward, and with it came thunder that sounded like the rattle of musketry. • “They didn’t work their joke this time, Major.” said the Sergeant. “There’s more than one in it,’’said the Major. “I’m glad we're past that picket, but I’m afraid we re running into trouble. They may have surprised Morehead City and the fort.” • “Reckon not, Major. Run her your level best, boys. We won't halt again for anybody.” That was brave talk, but in’ less than 20 minutes he exclaimed: “Hold on, boys! That picket is right on the track. Stop her for your lives!,’ They did so, as an ominous and menacing threat repeated: Halt! Halt!” and from the rear, at the same moment, other voices seemed to say: “Got ’em! Got ’em now!” “I’m afraid they have," groaned

( the Major, ‘'money and all, and ne'n i on our way to Wilmington." “No use to hurrah for Burnside this time,” squeaked the paymaster’s clerk. The Sergeant ran ahead along the track until he missed his footing U the dark and went .off into a grimmy depth of water and black mud, just as somebody said: “Who’s there?” and he was trying to respond. “Friend, with the countersign.” His mouth had too much in it for success, and once more he used strong and very volcanic expressions as soon as his vocal organs were at work again. Then wo heard him say: “Come along, boysl There isn’t anybody here, and the water’s six inches deep over the track.” It was a doleful mystery, and the chance of being fired into grew grisley enough, as the car was dubiously urged forward. The fierceness of the storm diminished, and thus, with a great gust of wind from Cape Hatteras, it ceased. More wind came and swept away the clouds. The moon came out gloriously, and at that very moment the paymaster's clerk exclaimed: “Quick, Sergeant! They could see to shoot now!” “Halt! Come along! Got ’em! Got ’em now! Bully! Better mount. Better mount!” That was what it sounded like, but the Sergeant exclaimed: “Abraham Lincoln! If it doesn’t make five times that we’ve been halted by those Confederate frogs!” In half an hour we were all safe in Morehead City, leaving the frogs to play jokes on somebody else. The Seal’s Crystal Palace. St. Nicholas. Once it happened that one of the polar icebergs was so ingeniously shaped by the warm waves that, when it snapped in .the middle and fell over on its side, one portion of it rose with the honeycombed part toward the water, thus making the iceberg an ice palace filled with many a ci-ystal grotto which, rising story upon story, stage upon stage, converted the translucent mountain into a floating crystal palace with transparent walls. It would have been a pity if such a gorgeous palace had passed away with never an inhabitant to profit by its existence, and so it was fortunate that it was discovered by a troop of seals migrating southward. The seals might just as well have swarmed over the outside of the iceberg, as they had often done in previous cases; but possibly they recognized the advantage of having a roof over their heads, and consequently dived down and came up inside of the crystal palace. Anyhow, whatever their reasons, that is what thev did. By hundreds and by thousands they clambered up the irregular inner walls, occupying the grottoes and ledges till the palace was crowded to its full capacity with the noisy, active creatures. They might easily have been uncomfortable in their splendid palace bad not accident come to their relief. The warm air from their bodies and their warm breath I’ose to the top of the iceberg, and fortunately found thin spots in the roof and melted holes, so that places of escape for the bad air were made. Of course this air, being warm, no sooner reached the colder atmosphere outside than it condensed like steam and rose,a white column above the palace, looking very much like smoke. Indeed, a sailing vessel passing that way thought it was smoke, and the captain changed his course to go nearer the iceberg, hoping to save some shipwrecked sailors, who, he supposed,had built a fire on the berg. Fancy your own astonishment at coming upon a crystal palace in midocean, inhabited by thousands of seals, and you may then understand how the captain and his crew felt when, looking through the clear walls of the stately structure, they saw the countless animals in conscious security playing or sleeping in the fairy like chambers. The captain bewailed his lot that there were twenty thousand sealskins in sight, but out of reach ! It was disappointing for the captain, but it was tolerably comfortable for the seals, who take more interest in sealskins when they wear them than when human beings make coats of them. The Old Story. Texas Siftings. Windrow—So yer son’s gone to college. What’s he goin’ to make of himself? Bigcrops—Dunno. ’Feared to mo when I see him last week Twas nip and tuck ’tween the banjo and football, Measures, Not Men. Street & Smith’s Good News. Teacher—“Give a sentence which shall include the words ‘measures,no! men.' ” - Bright Pupil—-“A dressmake< measures not men. ”

*"•' JUSTICE. Jack the Ripper Meets Death onthe Q-allows. Th« Numerous Murders and Other Crimes with He was Charged. Frederick B. Deeming, believed to be “Jack the Ripper,” was banged at Melbourne, Australia, May £1, for the murder of his wife. Frederick Bailey Deeming was one of the most versatile and bloodthirsty wretches in the history of the world’s crimes. The part of his career which led immediately to bis arrest, trial and death at Melbourne began in Rain Hill, a suburb of Liverpool, on July 21, 1891, Ho then took lodgings ubder the name of Williams at the Commercial Hotel in that village, and shortly began paying court to Miss Emily Mather, whom ho subsequently married. He rented Dlnham villa, on the outskirts of the village, doling his courtship and there received a woman and four [young chlldrsn, who disappeared shortly [before his marriage to Miss Mather. After ■the wedding, on Sept. 33, ho and his wife took a short wedding journey, and Oct. 17 they sailed for Australia. They wont to jive in a house in Windsor, a suburb of Melbourne. There, on Dec. 34, nine days after their arrival, he killed his young wife and jburied her under the lloor. Ho then disappeared. About ten weeks 'ater, when new tenants were about to take the house, a peculiar odor was noticed, the floor was taken np and the body of Mrs. Deeming was found. Marks on her head and neck showed that she had been killed by blows. When the news reached Rain Hill the police there tore up the floor of the Denham villa to satisfy their suspicion that the woman and four children who had been seen there with Deeming might have suffered the same fate as did Emily Mather. They found under the floors, which Mr. Deeming himself had cemented, the bodies of the woman and children. The woman was his wife, nee Marie James, whom ho married in England in 1881, and the children were his own. Deeming was caught near Perth, in Australia, late in March, after he had advertised through a matrimonial agenev and had made arrangements to marry Miss Rouusvcll in Perth. After his arrest and Incarceration in Melbourne, awaiting trial, more or less evidence was found tending to connect Deeming with dozens of heinous crimes, including those of Jack the Ripper, and a man who knew Deeming in Harfax came forward with proef that Deeming had written to the Eddowes woman, one of the Whltecapel victims. The exact truth of the charges will never be known, as Deeming was tried, convicted, and hanged for the killing of Emily Mather only. An idea of the number of crimes attributed to him as well as of his whole remarkable career since 1881, may bo gathered from this condensed statement: February, 1381 —As Frederick Bailey Deeming married Miss Marie James Paul’s Chu-cb, Higher Transmere. Wen. to Australia. 1882—Joined by bis wife. Sent to jail for six weeks for theft. He was at that time supposed to be working as a pi am bet1884— Numerous bank robberies took place in Sidney, the perpetrator not being detected. 1885 — More robberies, burglaries, mys terious disappearances and tragedies. 1885—Sets up shop in a large way, perpetrates a fraudulent bankruptcy, and absconds from Sidney. 1887 — Flies from the Adelaide to Capo Town, after robbing two brothers whom ho met, of £00, 1888 — Nothing known of him. Luting this year six of the Whitechapel murders were perpetrated. 1889— Poses in Durban as r mining engineer, going to Johannesburg and succeeds in obtaining £600 by fraud. June—Has £3,000 advanced to him in Durban, on bogus deeds, obtains fourhundred and twenty pounds’worth of jewelry and decamps. About the same time two murders were committed in the Transvaal, the murderer escaping. July—The eighth Whitechapel murdcrl September—The ninth Whitochape, murder. September —Turned up. unexpectedly,in Birkenhead, whore his wife was living. July 26, 27- -The five-fold murder committed. Sept. 2—Marries Mias Emily Mather at Rain Hill. Oct. 17—Sails with his wife from London to Australia. Nov. 27—Miss Mather’s last letter posted, on the way out, at Colombo, Dec. 24—Miss Mather murdered. January, 1892 —At Swanston, applied for another wife in a Melbourne matrimonial agency. Recognized in Sydney by a publication. Proposes to and is accepted by Miss Rouusevcll, at Perth, western Austrailia. February—Wrote to Miss Mathason. at Beverley, repealing & previous request that she should join him. MarchS—Arrested on tho evening of bis marriage to Miss Eounsovell. Deeming’s defense at Ms trial was Insanity, but in its verdict tho jury found expressly that he was sane. Subsequently Deeming confessed to the prison clergyman that he killed Mrs. M»tb .r-Deemlng but he did not remember an - * of the circumstances. Deeming »as about fortyfive years old and of a respectable English family. The story of his life, written by him in prison, he left with his other effects to his lawyer, Mr. Lyle, with instructions that one-terth of tho sale of his autobiography be given to Miss Bounsevell.

“EVERY WORD TRUE; So Says the Writer of That 1 mous Letter. lie Iteltcruten Ills Statements, Produ< Additional Proof and Clearly lie. lines His Position. New York Sun. U would be difficult to measure the In terest and comment, not to say excitement, which the published letters of Dr. E, A. Gunn, which appeared In the papers yesterday, has occasioned. The prominence of the doctor and the unusual nature of the letter have both tended to add nterest to the subject and make it really the talk of the town. I called upon Dr Gunn at his residence. No. 134 West Forty-seventh street, yesterday afternoon. I found the reception room crowded, and It was only after an hour's waiting that I succeeded in obtaining an interview. Dr. Gunn is a distinguished looking man, and Impressed me at once by his manly bearing and air of sincerity, i took the seal he courteously offered me, and said: “Are you aware, doctor, of the commotion your letter has caused?” Dr. Gunn smiled, and replied: “Things out of the ordinary usually cause comment. It Is not a common thing for physicians to endorse and cordially recommend medicines other than those in the Materia Medina. History is full of instances of scientists who have indorsed discoveries they believe to bo valuable, and have been denounced for so doing, and yet these same discoveries are blessing the world to-day. 1 bqpo I have the manhood and courage to be true to my convictions, and that is why 1 so openly and unhesitatingly indorse Warner's Safe Cure as being the greatest of modern discoveries for the cure of diseases which have baffled the highest skill of the medical profession.” I was impressed with the earnestness of the doctor, and saw that ho meant every word that he said. “How long have you known of this remedy, doctor?” I asked. “Nearly ten years,” he replied. “My attention was originally called to the Safe Cure by a serious case of Height's disease, which was considered hopeless, and yet, much to my surprise, under its use the patient recovered. I have tried it in other cases since then constantly, and my original faith in its power has been confirmed. 1 have seen patients recow from inflammation of the bladder, gravc and Bright s disease when all other treatment had failed, and I have found it especially efficient in all female troubles.” “Can you specify any particular cases, doctor?” I asked. “That is a delicate thing to do.” the doctor replied; “but as I always written record of my cases, I can ac.o'. modato yon.” - “sj.oS’r Thereupon the doctor opened ind produced his record book. ”1” ~ iver the loaves he said: “Here is a case of a gentleman t great sufferer from intlammath bladder of long standing. He b mlted a number of physician Denclit. When first consulted I fried the usual methods of treatme without success" and I finally advir io try Warner’s safe cure. He felt ’rom the start, and in a few weeks mtirely cured.” The doctor turned a few pages furti ind then said: “Here is another case. It is that of ■ tentleman who had frequent attacks o. •enal calculi, which, as you know, is jravel forming in the kidneys. Ho had mver been able to prevent those forraalions, but after an unusually severe attack [recommended him to try the Safe Cure, which he did, although it is three years linco he took the remedy, he has never lad an attack since.” The doctor continued to turn the leaves if his book, and suddenly exclaimed; “Here is a most remarabie case. It is hat of a lady who had suffered for some ,ime from Bright’s disease. She became mclente, and about the fourth month sndleniv became blind, had convulsions and inally fell into a state of coma, caused by irotnlc or kidney poison. Several physicians who saw her said she could not live, ind in this view I fully concurred. As iho could still swallow, I said, as a last ■esort, that they might try Warner’s Safe jure. They did so, and to the surprise of ■very one she recovered. She has since liven birth to a living child and is perfectly well. “Those are certainly most wonderful rases, doctor.” I said, “and while 1 do not for a moment question their authenticity i should consider it a great favor if you would give me their names. I think the importanbe of .the subject would fully justify it.” “la the interest of other sufferers 1 think you ore correct,” Dr. Gnnn finally obicrved. after a moment's thought. “Both the lady and her husband are so rejoiced, so grateful, over her recovery that I know she is only too glad to have others hear of it. The lady is Mrs. Eames, wife of the well known costumer. She was not only restored, but Is In perfect health to-day.” I thanked the doctor for his courteous reception, for the valuable Information Imparted, and I feel assured that his generous and humane-nature will prevent him from feeling other than glad at seeing this interview published for the benefit of suffering humanity. Kennedy’s Medical Discovery Takes hold in this order: Bowels, Liver, Kidneys, Inside Skin, ) Outside Skin, I Driving everything before It that ou a to bo out. You know whether you] need it or not. Bold by every druggist, and manufacture^ DONALD KENNED^ ROXBURY. MASS, /