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were drowned. Only those saved who had climbed to the top of the highest trees. Hid you ever see n cyclone? No? Then I pray Ood you may never see one. I saw one on the ocean, and it swept us eight hundred miles back from our course, and for thirty-six hours during the cyclone and after it wo expected every moment to co to the bottom. They told us before wo retired, at 0 o’clock, that the barometer had fallen, but st 1] o'clock at night we were awakened with the shock of the waves. All the iichts out. Crash! went all the life boats. Waters rushing through the skylights down into the cabin, and down on the furnaces until they hissed and smoked in the deluge. Seven hundred people praying, blaspheming, shrieking. Our great ship poised a moment, on the top of a mountain of phosphorescent fire, and then plunged down, down, down, until it seemed as if she never would again bo righted. Ah! yon never want to see a cyclone at sea. But I was in Minnesota, where there was one of those cyclones on land that swept the city of Rochester from its foundations, and took dwellinghouses, barns, men, women, children, horses, cattle, and tossed them into indiscriminate ruin, and lifted a rail train and dashed it down—a mightier hand than that of the engineer on the air brake. Cyclone in Kansas, cyclone in Missouri, cyclone in Wisconsin, cyclone in Illinois, cyclone in lowa. Satan, prince of the power of the air. never made such cyclonic disturbance as he has in our day. And am I not right in saying that one of the characteristics of the time in which we live is disaster cyclonic? But look at the disasters oceanic. Shall I call the roli of the dead shipping? Ye monsters of the deep, answer when I call your names: Yille de Havre! the Schiller! City of Boston! the Melville! the President! the Cimbria! But why should I co on calling the roll when none of them answer, and the roll is as long as the white scroll of the Atlantic surf at Cape Hatteras breakers? If the oceanic cables could report all the scattered life, .and all the bleached bones that they rub against in the depths of the ocean, what a message of pathos and tragedy for both beaches. Eighty fishermen perished off the coast, of Newfoundland, and whole fleets of them off the coast of England. God help the poor fellows at sea. and give high seats in heaven to the Grace Darlings, and the Ida Lewises, and the lifeboatmen hovering around Goodwin's Bands and the Skerries. The sea, owning throefourths of the earth, proposes to capture the other fourth, and is bombarding the land all around the earth. The Dead Sea rolls to-day where ancient cities stood. Pillars of temples that stood on hills geologists find now threequarters under the water, or altogether submerged. The sea, having wrecked so many merchantmen and flotillas, wants to wreck the continents, and hence disasters oceanic. Look at the disasters epidemic. I speak not of the plague in the fourth century that ravaged Europe; and in Moscow, and the Neapolitan dominions, and Marseilles wrought such terror in the eighteenth century: but I look at the yellow fevers, and the choleras, and the diphtherias, anil the scarlet fevers, and the typhoids of our own time. Hear the wailing of Memphis, and Shreveport, and New Orleans, and Savan nah, of the last two decades. From Hurdwar, India, where every twelfth year three million devotees congregate, the caravan brought the cholera, and that one disease slew 18,000 in eighteen days in Bossorah; 12.000 slain by it in India, and 25,000 in Egypt. Disasters epidemic. Some of the finest monuments in Greenwood, and Laurel Hill, and Mount Auburn are to doctors who lost their lives battling with Southern epidemic. ANOTHER PEAK IN THE SUBJECT. But now I turn the leaf in my subject, and I plant the white lilies, and the palm tree amid the nightshade and the myrtlo. This age is no more characterized by wonders of disaster than by wonders of blessing. Blessing. Blessing of longevity: The average of human life rapidly increasing. Forty years now, four hundred years onco. The average of human life practically greater now than when Noah lived bis 959 years, and Methuselah lived bis 999 years. Blessing of intelligence: The Salmon P. Chases, and the Abraham Lincolns, and the Henry Wilsons of the coming times will not bo required to read by pine-knot lights, or seated on shoemaker’s bench, nor will the Fergusons have to study astronomy while watching the cattle. Knowledge rolls its tides along every poor man’s door, and his children may go down and bathe in them. If the philosophers of the last century were called up to recite in a class with our boys at school, those old philosophers would be sent down to the foot of the class because they failed to answer the questions! Historical alcoves, and poetic shelves, and magazine tables for all that de sire to walk through them or sit down at them. Blessings of quick information: Newspapers falling all around us thick as leaves in a September equinoctial. News three days’ old rancid and stale. We see the whole world twice a day—through the newspaper at the breakfast-table and through the newspaper at the tea table, with an “extra’’ here and there between. Blessing of gospel proclamation: Do you not know that nearly all the missionary societies have been born in this century? and nearly all the Bible societies, and nearly all the great philanthropic movements? A secretary of one of the denominations said to me in Dakota: “You were wrong when you said our denominations averaged anew church every day of the year, they established nine in one week, so you are far within the truth.” A clergyman of our own denomination said: “I have just been out establishing five mission stations.” I tell you Christianity is on the march, while infidelity is iwinJlinginto imbecility: that was demonstrated recently in one of the American cities, where after the blowipg of the trumpets and the gathering of all the clans there assembled a small group of semi idiots to denounce tho Christian religion and eulogize one of their dead patrons, a libertine, arrested in New York and Boston again ana again for scattering obsedue literature —that dead man the patron saint of the whole movement. While infidelity is thus dwindling and drooping down into imbecility and indecency, the wheel of Christianity is making about a thousand revolutions in a minute. All the copies of Shakespeare, and Tennyson, and Disraeli, and of any ten of the most popular writers of the day, less in number than the ejpies of tho Biblo going out from our printing presses. Two years ago, in six weeks, more than two million copies of the New Testament purchased, not given away, but purchased because the world will have it. More Christian men in high official position to-day in Great Britain and in the United States than ever before. Stop that falsehood going through the newspapers—l have seen it in twenty—that the judges of the Supreme Court of the United States are all infidels except Judge Strong. By personal acquaintance 1 know tnree of them to be old-fashioned evangelical Christians, sitting at the holy sacrament of our Lord Jesus Christ, and I suppose that the majority of them are stanch believers in our Christian religion. And then hear the dving words of Judge Black—a man who had been Attorney-general of the United States, and who had been Secretary of the United States, no stronger lawyer of tho century than Black—dying, his aged wife kneeling by his side, and he uttering that sublime and tender prayer: “O Lord God, from whom I derived my existence and in whom I have always trusted, take my spirit to Thyself and let thy richest blessing come down upon my Mary.” The most popular book to-day is the Bible, and the mightiest institution is the church, and the greatest name among the nations, and more honored than any other, is the name of Jesus. Wonders of self-sacrifice: A clergyman told me in the northwest that for six years he was a missionary at the extreme north, living 400 miles from a postoffice, and sometime he slept out of doors in Winter, the thermometer sixty rid sixty live degrees below zero, wrapped in rabbit skins woven together. I said: “Is it possible? you do not mean sixty and sixty five degrees below zero?” Ho said. “I do, and I was happy. All for Christ. Where is there any being that will rally such enthusiasm? Mothers sewing their fingers off to educate their boys for the compel ministry. Kor nine years no iiixuiy on tho table until the course through grammar school, and college, and theological seminary be completed. Poor widow putting her mite into the Lord’s treasury, the face of emperor or president impressed ujarn the coin not so conspicuous as tho blood with which she earned it. Millions of good men ami women, but more women than men, to whom Christ is everything. Christ first, and Christ last, and Christ forever. Why, tins ago is not so characterized by invention and scientific exploration as it is by gospel proclamation. You can get no idea of it unless you can ring all the church bells in one

chime, and sound all theorgans in one diapason, and gather all the congregation of Christendom in one Gloria in Excels is. Mighty camp-meet-ings. mighty Ocean Groves, mighty Chautauqua?, mighty conventions of ( hristian workers, mighty general assemblies of the Presbyterian church, mighty conferences of the Methodist church, mighty associations of the Baptist church, mighty conventions of the Episcopal church. There may be many years of hard work yet before the consummation, but the signs aVo to me so encouraging that I would not be unbelieving if I saw t lie wing of the apocalyptic angel spread for its Inst triumphal flight* in this day’s sunset; or if to-morrow morning the ocean cables should thrill us with the news that Christ the Lord had alighted on Mount Olivet or Mount Calvary to proclaim universal dominion. LET THE CHURCHES WAKE UP. O. you dead churches, wake up. Throw back th# shutters of stiff ecelesiasticisin, and let the light of the spring morning come in. Morning for the land. Morning for the sea. Morning of emancipation. Morning of light, and love, and peace. Morning of a day in which there shall be no chains to break, no sorrows to assuage, no despotism to shatter, no woes to compassionate. O, Christ, descend! Scarred temple, take the crown! Bruised hand, take the scepter! Wounded foot, step the throne! “Thine is the kingdom.” These things I say because I want you to be alert. I want you to be watching all these wonders unrolling from tho heavens and the earth. God ha3 classified them, whether calamitous or pleasing. Tne divine purposes are harnessed in traces that cannot break, and in girths that cannot slip, and in Duckies that cannot loosen, and are driven by reins they must answer. I preach no fatalism. A swarthy engineer at one of the depots in Dakota said: “When will you get on the locomotive and take a ride with us?” “Well,” I said, “now. if that suits you.’’ So 1 got on one side the locomotive, and a Methodist minister, who was also invited, got on tho other side, and between us were the engineer and tho stoker. The train started. The engineer had his hand on the agitated pulse of the great engine. The stoker shoveled in the coal and shut the door with a loud clang. A vast plain slipped under us, and the hills swept by, and that great monster on which we rode trembled, and bounded, and snorted, and raged as it hurled us on. I said to the Methodist minister on the other side of the locomotive: “My brother, why should Presbyterians and Methodists quarrel about the decrees, and free agency? You see that track, that firm track, that iron track. That is the decree. You see this engineer’s arm. That is free agency. How beautiful they work together. They are going to take us through. We could not do without the track, and we could not do without the engineer.” So 1 rejoice day by day. Work for us all to do, and wo may tui n the crank of the Cnristian machinery this way or that, for we are free agents; but there is the track, laid so long ago no one remembers it—laid by the hand of Almighty God, in sockets that no terrestial or Satanic pressure can ever atlect. Arid along that track the car of the world's redemption will roll, and roll to the Grand Central Depot of the Millennium. I have no anxiety about the track. 1 am only afraid that for our indolence God will discharge us and get some other stoker and some other engineer. The train is going through, with us or without us. So. my brethren, watch all the events that are going by. if things seem to turn out right, give wings to your joy. If things seem to turn out wrong, throw out the anchor of faith and hold fast There is a house in London where Peter the Great, of Russia, lived awhile when be was moving through the land incognito and in workman’s dress, that he might learn the wants of the people. A stranger was visiting at that house recently, and saw in a dark attic an old box. and he said to tho owner of the house, “\\ hat’s in that box?” The owner said: “I don’t know; that box was there when I got the house, and it was there when my father got it; wre haven’t had'any curiosity to look at it. I guess there’s nothing in it. ’ “Well,” said the stranger, “1 11 give you two pounds for it.” “Well, done.” The two pounds are paid, and recently the contents of that box were sold to the Czar of Russia for fifty thousand dollars. In it the lathing machine of Peter the Great, his private letters and documents of value beyond all monetary consideration. And here are events that seem very insignificant and unimportant, but they encase treasures of divine providence and eternities of meaning which after a while God will demonstrate before the ages as being of a stupendous value. As near as I can tell fiom what 1 see, there must boa God somewhere about. When Titans play quoits they pitch mountains; but who owns these gigantic forces you have been reading about the last two months? Whose hand is on the throttle valve of the volcanoes? Whose foot, suddenly planted on the footstool, makes the continents quiver? God! God! He looketh upon the mountains and they tremble. He touclieth the hills and they smoke. God! God! I must be at peace with him. Through the Lord Jesus Christ this God is mine and He is yours. I put the earthquake that shook Palestine at the crucifixion against all the downrockings of the centuries. This God on our side, we may challenge all the centuries of time and all tho cycles of eternity. Those of us who are in mid-life may well thank God that we have seen so many wondrous things; but there are peoph} here* to-day who wiil see the twentieth century. Things obscure to us will be plain yet. The twentieth century .will be as far ahead of the nineteenth as the nineteenth is ahead of the eighteenth, and as you caricature the habits, and customs and ignorance of the past, others will caricature this ago. Borne of you may live to see the shimmering veil between the material and the spiritual world lifted. Magnetism, a word with which we cover up our ignorance, will yet be an explored realm. Electricity, the fiery courser of the sky, that Benjamin Franklin lassoed, and Morse, and Bell, and Edison have tried to control, will become completcdy manageable, and locomotion will bo swiftened, and a world of practical knowledge thrown in upon the race. Whether we depart in this century. or whether we see the open gates of a moro wonderful century, we will see these things. It does not make much difference where we stand, but the higher the standpoint the larger the prospect. We will see them from heaven if we do not see them from earth. I was at Fire island, Long island, and I went up in the cupola from which they telegraph to New York the approach of vessels hours before they come into port. There is an opening in the wail, and the operator puts his telescope through that opening, and looks out and sees vessels far out at sea. While I was talking with him, he went up and looked out. He said: “We are expecting the Arizona to-night.” I said: “Is it possible you know all those vessels? Do you know them as you know a man’s face?’’ He said: “Yes, 1 never make a mistake. Before I can see the hulks, I often know them bv tho masts. 1 kuow them all, I have watched them so long.” Oh, what a grand tiling it is to have ships telegraphed and heralded long before they come into port, that friends may come down to the wharf and welcome their long-absent loved ones! Bo to day we take our stand in the watch tower, and we look off and through tho glass of inspiration or providence: wo look off, and see a whole fleet of ships coming in. That is tho ship of l’eaco, flag with one star of Bethlehem floating above the top gallants. That is the ship of the Church, mark of salt wave high upen the smoke stack, showing she has had rough weather: but the Captain of Salvation commands her. and all is well with her. The ship of Heaven, mightiest craft ever launched, millions of passengers,waiting for millions more; prophets, and apostles, and martyrs in the cabin, conquerers at the foot of the mast, while from the rigging hands are waving this way as though they knew us, and wo wave back again, for they are ours; they went out from our own households. Ours! Hail! Hail! Put off the black, and put on the white. Stop tolling the funeral bell, and ring the wedding anthem. Shut up the hearse, and take the chariot. Now the ship comes around the great headland. Soon she will strike the wharf, and we wall go aboard her. Tears for ships going out. Laughter for ships coming in. Now she touches the wharf. Throw on the planks. Block not up that gangway with embracing long lost friends, for you have eternity of reunion. Stand back and give way until other millions cotne on. Farewell to sin. Farewell to struggle. Farewell to sickness. Farewell to death. All aboard for heaven! Fatal Collision on the Atlantic & Pacific. Flagstaff, A. TANARUS., Aug. 23. Meager reports received here state that an east-bound passenger train on the Atlantic A Pacific railroad has been ditched near Powell Station. Two white passengers and au Indian aro reported killed.

THE INDIANAPOLIS JOURNAL, MONDAY, AUGUST 24, 1885.

INDIANA AND ILLINOIS NEWS Desperate and Bloody Bight at Washington, AYhieli May End in Murder. An Orphan Girl Savagely Beaten by a Rejected Lover—Double Murder at SpringHeld, 111.—Notes and Gleanings. INDIANA. A Desperate Fight, IV hicli May End in the Death of One of the Participants. Hpecial to tho Indianapolis Journal. Washington, Aug. 23.—A desperate and bloody fight occurred in this city last night, which will no doubt end in a murder. Two men, Walker Meredith and Daniel Fagans, became engaged in a row, when Meredith shot Fagans in the left breast, within one inch of the heart. Meredith has stepped out and has made an effectual escape. Fagans is in a dying condition at his home, in the suburb of this city, surrounded by his family. Your correspondent secured the following statement from the dying man this evening: “An old grudge has existed between Jack Mattingly and myself ever since last Christmas. 1 was boxing with gloves then, and Mattingly was bothering me, and I told the boys to take him away from me. Mattingly got mad that night On the night after I went into a restaurant and met Mattingly and others. Mattingly slepped up and insulteQ me, and tried to make a racket with me by threatening to do me up. Mattingly was always slurring me, and insulting me, and bragging that he could do me up. Last night I met him again, and as soon as he saw me said ho could “whip any of the Fagans.’ I could not stand that, and I knocked him down near the depot, arid lie fell under a locomotive, and we pulled him out. After that I met Jack Mattingly, Walter Meredith and Frank Coleman at Ilimberg’s saloon. Mattingly jumped at me and said, ‘You bit me last night, didn’t you?’ I replied, ‘Yes, I did.’ Ho then pulled a billy out of bis pocket and struck at me. I caught him by the neck and forced him against the wall, and tripped him over a spittoon, when Coleman jerked me off. I yelled, ‘Take them off,’ and as I raised up, Walter Meredith yelled, ‘Give it to him, it, give it to him.’ I then got away and started home. I got as far as the depot. The men in the saloon followed me. i called Meredith up and asked him, ‘Have you got anything against me?’ He replied, ‘No.’ ‘What did you tell Mattingly to give it to me for?’ ‘I didn't say that,’ replied Meredith, and I told him he did, and Meredith says, ‘You aro a liar.’ I struck at Meredith then, and hit him in the head, and then turned and went into Brown’s store. I saw them coming down street, when I heard Meredith say * him, I’ii kill him yet,’ ? and Coleman said, ‘Yes, him; give it to him.’ I ran into Ulrich’s saloon for protection, and told them not to let those men kill me. They rushed in on me. Meredith didn't say a word, but pulled his revolver and shot me in the breast, exclaiming, ‘Now we’ve got you.’ Coleman jumped on me and hit me in the head and mouth, when Meredith shot again, the bullet grazing my head and passing though my hat, I started to run, and Meredith shot at mo a third time. I fell out of the back door, and before I got away from the assassins I fell throe times. I found I was shot iu the breast, and placed my hand over tho wound and walked homo, but fell down several times on tho way. When I got home I could hardly walk. The shooting occurred about 19 o’clock.” Fagans is only nineteen years old. Meredith is the son of Burrill Meredith, one of tho wealthiest and most prominent citizens of Washington. An Orphan Girl Beaten by a Rejected Lover. Special to the Indianapolis JournalVincennes, Aug. 23.—Lew Ilixon, of Patolca, a young farmer of that neighborhood, twenty miles south of this city, had been waiting on a young lady of the village named Downey. Hixon fell desperately in love with Miss Downey, and proposed to marry her, but she spurned his offer. Enraged at this, last Sunday Hixon went to the homo of Miss Downey, and, finding the door locked,• broke in the house, and, approaching the girl, again asked her to marry him. She refused, and he made an indecent proposal to her, and pulled his knife out, and threatened to cut her heart out. He knocked her down and stamped on her, beating and kicking her in the most horrible manner. He also swore he would kill the girl, but at that juncture neighbors interfered, and Ilixon disappeared. The girl’s condition is critical. Ilixon escaped, but last night was captured at Washington by Marshal Lewis and brought to the Vincennes jail. Hixon is a good-looking fellow, twenty-five years of age. He was arrested for rape and assault with intent to kill. Miss Downey is an orphan, her mother having died three weeks ago. The neighbors at l’atoka aro greatly enraged. The Change in the Montezuma Postoffice. Special to tho Indianapolis Journal. Montezuma, Aug. 22.—About 1567 a Democratic postmaster was appointed for the office at this place. He held the place through all changes up to 1883, when the Rev. Thomas Griffith, an old soldier, seventy years of age, and an excellent citizen, was appointed to and has since filled the place. It is here the almost universal sentiment that never has a postoffice been kept in better shape, nor by a more courteous and obliging official. So much was this the general opinion that, upon the advent of the present administration, a petition sigued bv a majority of our Democrats, by nearly all our Republicans, and including 95 per cent, of the patrons of the office, was sent on to Washington, asking that no change be made, and that Mr. Griffith be continued as postmaster. Instead, however, through tho machinations of Mr. Lamb, Mr. Yoorhees, and some smaller fry politicians, Mr. Griffith has been removed and a lady appointed, who cannot even claim past services rendered the party. This has made the leading Democrats mad, and v. ails of wrath arise. Curses long, and loud, and deep are heard on every hand at this manifest injustice shown to the wishes and interests of nine-tenths of our people. In case a change had to be made, James Stephenson, a leading Democrat, late president of their club, and withal a worthy and popular gentleman, had been recommended as well qualified. Mr Griffith had at his own expense litted up a model office, and being a poor man, is cramped by his expenditure. He was partisan only 8o fur as to vote as be believed. The same remarks will also apply to the postmasters at Hillsdale and Newport, in this vicinity, removed last week. All were old soldiers, and their places could have been filled with Democratic soldiers, but not one was appointed. IMed of If is Injuries. Special to tho Indianapolis Journal Muncik, Aug. 23 — Lewis Stoher, the fireman who was struck by a passing freight train at Dalevill, on Friday night, died at the Treraont House, in this city, early this morning. His

injuries were of such nature that he never recovered consciousness. He was an industrious young man, highly regarded by his employers and popular among his colaborers. His remains were taken to Brightwood, his home, to-night, for interment. Death of 3lrs. Kuchel Durham. Special to the ludiai.RDolis Journal. * Greencastle, Aug. 23. —Mrs. Rachel Durham, widow of the late Jacob Durham, died this afternoon, after a loner illness, in the seven-ty-sixth year of her age. Deceased has long been a resident of this community, and was greatly respected. She leaves a large estate. Minor Notes. Farmers in Decatur county are troubled by incendiaries. Tipton and Hinton conntv farmers complain of damage to the corn crop by grasshoppers. A farmers’ meeting was held Saturday at Crawfordsville, to protest against an additional tax levy for free gravel roads. A section boss on the Vandal ia line, at Crawfordsville, who had been paid off, was robbed by highwaymen of $25 and a watch. It is proposed to improve the surroundings of LaPorte in various ways. One project is to cut a passage between Lily and Pine lakes. Michigan City is energetically raising funds and otherwise preparing for the State firemen’s tournament, to be held there in September. The New Ross fair association was SSOO short on receipts, and the directors made up the deficiency, thus paying every premium in full. LaPorte comity citizens have petitioned the county commissioners for a SIO,OOO appropriation with which to erect soldiers’ monument. With six papers already in the field at Frankfort, the Daily Crescent came up bright and newsy on Saturday, as a permanent publication. The Frankfort Water works Company have one of their 900,000 gallon wells nearly dug, and expect to commence street mains in two weeks. The Evansville Journal proprietors have been sued for libel by Charles Walters, whose name was published in a news item relating to a burglary in that city. Stephen Quick’s barn, four miles west of Crawfordsville, was destroyed by. an incendiary fire. A large quantity of grain, hay and farm implements were consumed. J. G. Metherd. of Cass county, raised a fiftyfour pound watermelon this season. It was seven feet four inches in its longest circumference and three feet three inches in its shortest. The veterans of the old congressional district composed of the counties of Warren, Fountain, Benton, Tippecanoe, Carroll, Clinton, Boone and Montgomery, will bold a reunion at Lebanon on Sept. 17 and 18. At the Montgomery county teachers’ institute on Saturday instructions in reading were given by Prof. Carhart; in primary language and geography, by Prof. Bass; in physiology and history, by Prof. Boone. The New Albany woolen and cotton mills are crowded with orders. Notwithstanding the increased capacity of the mills and the fact that they are manufacturing nearly 50 per cent, more goods than ever before, they are falling behind their orders. Prices have advanced 5 per cent. The thirty-third annual fair of Rush, Henry and Hancock counties commences Tuesday at Ivnightstown. The prospects are very flattering for a large attendance and successful fair. Two hundred entries have already been made, and four cars of fine stock have arrived. Th* attractions will excel last year. Archibald Goodwin was confined in the Bartholomew county jail a month or two in 1883, and the grand jury, failing to indict him, ordered his release. Goodwin a short time after this died. His administrator has sued the county commissioners for SIO,OOO, alleging that Goodwin's death was caused by the uuhealthfulness of the jail. The Clinton county fair open& to-day, with brilliant prospects of a successful week. The racing of Wednesday, Thursday and Friday will be closely contested and very exciting, as a number of the best steppers in northern Indiana are already among the entries. All departments have a large number of entries, and if the weather'is fair the attendance, it is expected, will be very large. Grain dealers in the northern portion of "W abash county and at other points along the line of the Detroit & Eel river division of the Wabash road, who formerly shipped their grain to Toledo exclusively, have of late transferred their business to Detroit, and their example is being followed by dealers on the Nickle-plate, Baltimore & Ohio and Lake Shore roads. This is sai'l to be caused by the dishonest rating of a Toledo inspector. Dennis Beach, with several aliases, has been arrested at New Albany on the charge of horsestealing. He is a native of Vevay, and has quite a list of indictments for liquor selling against him. It is said that he is also wanted for murder. He was arrested some time ago, but escaped, notwithstanding he was heavily ironed. Wheu taken to the New Albany station house he very soon made his way out, but was recaptured after several hours’ search. The cause of Mrs. Smith Beatty’s death at Columbus puzzles her friends and physician. The symptoms of her sickness led to the doctor’s belief that she had by mistake taken some poisonous liquid. She said she had not, and that she was suffering only from a severe cold. Her body after death had a reddish color, which the doctor attributes to a vegetable poison. Mr. Beatty says his wife had a chill and drank pennyroyal tea. It is thought in gathering the plant for this purpose some poisonous weed was mistakenly mixed with it. ILLINOIS. Two Men Killed and a Third Mortally Wounded at Springfield. Springfield, Aug. 23—This city is greatly excited over a double, and what may turn out to be atriple, murder, which occurred in broad daylight on one of the principal streets. This morning Leonard Gardner, who spent the night in jail for wife-beating, was released He immediately armed himself with two revolvers of large caliber and became loud in threats against Policemen Camp and Goll, who arrested him. About noon Gardner saw the two policemen approaching him on Washington street. Hastily entering a hallway he opened fire and Officer Camp fell dead. Goll returned the fire rapidly, and in a* moment Gardner fell, pierced with three bullets. lie died instantly. Officer Goll fell with two bullets in him. It is not thought he will recover. Narrow Escape of a Traveling Man. Special to the Indianapolis Journal. Marshall. Aug. 23.—While L. A. Hull, traveling for StudebaLer Brothers, of South Bend, Ind., was crossing Mill creek, last evening, on his return from a business trip to Melrose, the horses plunged into a deep hole and were swept away by the furious current and drcwned. Hull and his driver, a boy named Allinger. barely escaped. Hull's valise, containing $3,000 in money, notes and accounts, was swept away and lost. The team was worth over S2OO. Brief Mention. The wife of Ilenrv Vallet committed suicide at her home at Red Bud by throwing herself into a well. Jehu Williams, a young farmer, near Crossvine, fell from his horse dead, from the effects of heart disease. The Colbert brothers, fugitives from justice, were arrested at Mount Pulaski for shooting a special policeman at Shawneetown on July 4. James Mendenhall has purchased the Press, of Greensburg, and consolilated that paper with the News, of the same place, which he bought recently. Fhorp and Noyer. employes of the tile factory, at Mechanicsburg, had some dispute about their work, when Shorp gave Noyer two cuts, which proved fatal. Litchfield is to be lighted bv natural gas obtained from a tract of land just outside the city, where it lias been found in great quantities at a depth of over 500 feet. The mysterious disappearance of Frank Williams, of Sacramento, Cal., is an exciting topic of talk at Springfield and Chatham. He was far gone with consumption, and left the latter place last Thursday, on hit way borne. He reached

Springfield, and has not been seen since. Foul piay is thought to be the cause by many of his interested friends. Alleging that defendants failed to pay a certain royalty, the Hoosier Drill Company, of Richmond, lias sued the Wayne County Agricultural Works for $45,000. Sophia J. and David Solomon, of Daviess county, have been sued for $20,000 damages by Pennina A. Lowrev, whom defendants adopted. The plaintiff alleges ill treatment. C. M. Brandom. collector for tho Central Tele phone Company, at Springfield, recently reported that he was robbed of something in the neighborhood of SIOO. Since then he has been arrested and placed in jail to answer to the charge of embezzlement. DAVID DAVIS AND THE SOUTH. Why That Section Will Not Accept Him as a Presidential Candidate. White Sulphur Letter in New Y< rk Herald. Ex-Judge and ex Senator David Davis, of Illinois, is here. lie is said to be a standing candidate for the Democratic nomination for the presidency.. If the South has any voice in the matter, Mr. Davis wiil never get the nomination. There is a story here which is now being quite freely repeated, and which will forever shut Mr. Davis out as a Democratic presidential possibility. It comes from an authentic source, and, in effect, is that Judge Davis is directly responsible for all the horrors inflicted upon the South by tho reconstruction acts of Congress. These acts, it will be remembered, divided the South into five military districts, each commanded by a majorgeneral of the army. They superseded all the laws of the States, and made the will of the major-general absolute in each State. The sole restriction on his authority was that he should not inflict tho death penalty without the approval of the President. These laws were the authority for the carpet-bag governments that the Southern States had to endure, and they inflicted upon them a deeper wound than did the civil war itself. One McArdle, of Mississippi —his case a famous one, reported in the 7th or Bth Wallace —fell under the ban of these laws. He applied to the Circuit Court of the United States for that district. for a writ of habeas corpus to discharge him, on the ground that the reconstruction laws under which he was held were contrary to the Constitution of the United States. The judge of the United States Circuit Court held the laws constitutional, and refused to discharge him. McArdie then appealed to the Supreme Court of the United States, ami his case was argued before that court upon the question whether the reconstruction laws were constitutional. After due consideration the Supreme Court held, by five justices against four, that the reconstruction laws were unconstitutianal aud void, Judge David Davis voting with the majority. The justice appointed to write the opinion of the court did so. It was read on conference day (Saturday), to be delivered as tho judgment of the court on the following Monday. This was in 18G8, when the Republican party had a large majority in both houses of Congress. Before the following Monday, however, it curiously leaked out that tho Supreme Court was going to declare the reconstruction acts unconstitutional. Monday morning came, but before the'justices went into court there was a change—a very great chance indeed. ’ A motion was made in their conference room that tho delivery of the judgment should be postponed to the following Monday. Four of the justices who concurred in the opinion voted against, this motion, while the four who had voted for the constitutionality of the laws voted to postpone. Judge David Davis left the five with whom he had voted and voted with the other four to postpone. So the delivery of the judgment was postponed till the following Monday. In the meantime a bill wa3 introduced into Congress repealing the authority of the Supreme Court to hear appeals in habeas corpus cases. It. was rushed through both houses and passed, ic was vetoed by President Johnson and passed over his veto before the following Monday. On that day the Supreme Court was compelled to dismiss the appeal in McArdle’s case, Justices Grier and Field dissenting and protesting against the outrage on justice and law. The Southern States by this means became the victims of all the terrible phases of reconstruction. with all its carpet-bag horrors. And yet David Davis is said to he a standing candidate for the South's nomination for the presidency. Cincinnati Outplayed in the Field. Cincinnati, Aug. 23.—The Cincinnati were outplayed in the field to day, and this lost them tho game, although Foutz was hit harder than McKeon. No special features marked the game. Following is the score: ST. LOUIS. | CINCINNATI. RBOAK' RBOAB Latham, 3b... 1 0 2 2 0 Tones, If 0 0 1 0 0 Gleason, ss... 110 0 1 Reillv. lb 1 2 8 0 1 Barkley. 2b.. 0 1 6 1 O Fennelly, as.. 0 12 3 2 Sullivan, 1b..0 0 0 0 o'Carpenter. 3b. 0 110 0 Welch, cf 1 1 3 0 0 Mcriiee. 2b... 0 12 3 1 Nicol, rs 0 110 0 Keenan, c 0 17 12 Carutherß, If.. 2 2 3 0 ()j ßaldwin, cf... 0 0 3 0 1 Foutz, p 0 0 1 3 0 Corkhill. rs... 0 2 0 0 0 Bushong, c..~ 1 15 5 1 McKeon, p 0 10 4 0 Total 6 727 11 2| Total 1 924 11 7 Score by innings: St. Louis 1 1 0 2 2 0 0 0 * —G Cincinnati O 0000000 I — l Two base Hit—Gleason. Three base Hit—Barkley. First Base on Balls—Off McKeon. 2; off Foutz, 3. First Base on Errors—St. Louis, 3. Struck Out—By McKeon, 5: by Foutz, 5. Double Play—Fennelly, McPhee and Reilly. Umpire—Tunison. A Judge’s Injudicious Speech. Newark (0.) Special. The Republicans here are considerably indignant, and some of the Democrats also, over remarks made by Hon. Gibson Atherton, the Democratic nominee for supreme judge. They were very injudicious words to come from a man wearing the judicial ermine of a State like Ohio. In winding up his speech at the ovation given him Thursday night on his return from Columbus, aud while thanking his friends for their efforts in his behalf, he drew from his pocket his commission as supreme judge and said, holding the document aloft: “I am under many obligations to those men who worked for my nomination. lam not only a judge expectant, but a judge in reality. If my friends have any cases in which they .need favorable action, bring them before me.” Is there any better proof that tho judiciary of the State is sought for the purpose of rewarding political friends and favorites, especially by tho Democracy 1 ? Why This Silence? Rochester Herald. Secretary Rndicott will be absent from his office until about Oct. 1. President Cleveland is in the woods. The other Cabinet officers aro more or less scattered, recuperating from the effects of their four cr five months’ battle with tno office-seekers. This is all right. There is no more reason why the President and his Cabinet should not have a vacation than that other business men should spend the year round in their offices. But we used to hear a great deal of horror expressed against junketing and absenteeism when President Arthur and President Grant indulged in a little outiug. Why this oppressive silence now? Laboring Men and High License. Milwaukee Sentinel. High license will remedy some of the evils of the liquor business. No sane workingman, no man who is not an imbecile sot, will deny that there are evils in tho liquor business. When the whisky-dealers' association charges that laboring men as a class will stand by the rumshops through thick and thin, that laboring men have no interest in the welfare of the community and the promotion of temperance, it is a slander. Steamship News. Nkw York, Aug. 23.—Arrived: Furnessia, from Glasgow. Philadelphia, Aug. 23. Arrived: Lord Gough, from Liverpool. Queenstown, Aug. 23.—The Cunard steamer Gallia, from New.York, Aug. 15, for this port and Liverpool, passed Fastnet at 9:30 to-night. Killed in a Smoking-Car. Louisville, Ky., Aug. 23.—Dan Shaw, section hand, was shot and killed in tho smokingcar of the Louisvillo & Nashvillo train, near Jellieo, to-day, by an unknown man. Shaw was drinking.

LOGAN’S CHARMING HOME. Some of the Beauties of the Mansion Recently Purchased by the Senator. A Roomy and Beautifully-Located House, in AN bich Mrs. Logan’s Decorative Skill Shows with Fine Effect. Correspondence of the Indianapolis Journal. AN ashingtox, Aug. 21. —Fifty years aeo a gentleman named Stone, together with his wife, i were the chief engravers for the government, j They grew rich, and retired, and, desiring to end their days in peaceful puisuits, they purchased a farm of 300 acres on the heights overlooking Washington City. This farm was then 1 several miles from the center of business, and Stone and his good wife had no idea that the capital of the Republic would ever extend its miles of broad streets anywhere near them. They desired to be away from the bustle and crowds of the city, and at tho samo time to have a home in which they might welcome their friends. Stone decided 1 to build a house after his own ideas, and he built it. It stands to-day and has j for tho second time become an object of nations?, interest The house is a huge square structure ] of two stories, with four equal-sized rooms on i each floor, and a broad, roomy hall running through it. It is of brick, built “upon honor,” | and is even at this late day one of the most solid j houses in Washington. Originally there were wings at each side and an extension in the rear, but one of the wings has been torn down and the other has been turned into a handsome conservatory below aud offices above. The “Stone House,” as it is known, has just been purchased by Senator Logan, and it is here that his beautiful wife will greet cordially the hundreds who will visit the General during the remainder of his life in Washington. When your correspondent called on Wednesday last he found the General in company with a friend admiring a handsome “grandfather’s” clock which had just been sent in. Mrs. Logan was supervising the work of tho servants, who were busy “settling up” the rear rooms. “I shall not apologize for my appearance," said the lady as she emerged from the rear of a pile of antique furniture which had just been dumped in by the draymen. “I am in tho midst of my new household cares, and will simply welcome you and gladly show you through our < house.” An inspection followed. First, tho parlors, which occupy tho ontire first floor. These were nearly iu their normal condition. They are beautiful, high-ceiled rooms, which in their i paper and paint decorations do great credit to Mrs. Logan’s taste. They are filled with mahogany furniture of antique patterns, which Mrs. Login has succeeded iu gathering together from the bric-a brae dealers through the city. Mrs. Logan is not parading them as family heirlooms, but with charming naivete says “they are second-hand.” Here in the west room is a table that served Carroll, of Carrollton, the celebrated Marylander of years ago, as a side-board, aud that glittered with tho crystal in many a banquet in one of the old Virginia mansions. It leans agaiust tho wall. Mahogany chairs and tables fill tho corners, and the visitor is struck with a feeling of fitness everywhere. In the rooms on the other side of the hall tho workmen are still busily engaged in polishing up the brass work, and in touching up the paint. Heaps of furniture are covered to keep out the 1 dust, and, in fact, the rooms have the appearance of all houses which are just receiving new occunants. Above tho chambers, in tone with the rest of the house, are furnished with old l mahogany. Mrs. Logan’s room in the front commands a splendid view of the whole city and the broad Potomac down as far as Alexandria. Turkish rugs cover the floor, and some of the General’s treasures are scattered about the rooms. Here, too. is a dressing case before which President Buchanan made his toilet. It is an old fashioned mahogany affair, with tho brass decoratiou3 of half a century ago. Mrs. Logan found it hidden away among a lot of antique stuff which the dealer has had since he sold it3 companion-piece to Mrs. It. B. Hayes, who still has it in her house in Fremont, O. Next to Mrs. Logan’s room, and immediately * over the front hall, the General has his “den.” This room is the smallest in the main building, but it is quite large as modern rooms go. It is furnished for a study, and is to be usod for the* General’s private quarters. To the east of this room is another large chamber, in which are arranged Indian clubs, boxing-gloves, fencing-foils, and other pharaphrenalia which denote the presence of Young America. This room is occupied by Manning Logan, tho General’s son, who will probably reside with his parents in the future. The rear rooms, which command magnificient views of the Soldier's Home and the heights to the north of the city, are for Mrs. Tucker, the (laughter, and for guests. They, too, are furnished in mahogany, in keeping with the rest of the house. Over the conservatory tho General will have his offices. Here ho will attend to his correspondence and his official work, and ho will spend a great portion of his time at home in this section of the house. Everything about the place is of the most solid character. The walls are solid brick, from 4 the cellar floor to the roof. The mantles aro solid, heavily carved Egyptian marble. Ail the wood work is as sound to-day as when it was first placed in position. The columns which support the portico are of massive granite, imported from Scotland; in fact, there is an air of solidity in everything about the place which is seldom met with in the houses of recent dato. The home will prove an exceedingly nleasant one for the General and his family, and Mrs. Logan can have full vent to entertain her hosts of friends. No lady in official circles has so many as the wife of the Illinois Senator. General Logan said today: “When I first came to Washington this place was a part of a large farm. After the war I was encamped along this road, and this very building ivas used as a hospital, where many of the poor fellows in iny corps had their wounds attended to. I bought the house because I wanted a home. I am sick and tired of boarding houses, and I be- * lievfi that I can save money by owning this place. ” The ground around the place amounts to about one acre, and it is reported that the purchase price was $20,000. I*, s. H. %(?P# Most perfect made . Prepared by a physician with special regard to heulth. No Ammonia, Lime or Alum. PRICE BAKING POWDER CO., CHICAGO. (SOLO 041.1 IX CAX3.J ST. LOUIS