Indiana State Sentinel, Indianapolis, Marion County, 25 September 1889 — Page 3

THE INDIANA STATE SENTINEL, WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBEll 25, 188Ü.

A DUUXKEN BRUTE'S CRIME.

POURS BOILING WATER ON HIS CHILD. A Meat Revolting Case of Cruelty to Chll. dren Drought to Light Thirteen-Year. Old Mary IlelTeran Nearly Scalded to Death by Her Father. New York, Sept. 18. One of the most revolting cases of cruelty to children, and at the Mime time the worst example of drunkenness and depravity in the polite records, was brought to light from a tenement in this city to-day. Owen Hefferan, a hod-carrier, was arrested for assaulting his daughter Mary Jane, thirteen years of ape. Hhe is in Bellevue hospital in a precarious condition. Beside the father and mother there are three children in the family Mary Jane, thirteen years; John even years and Julia eleven months old. lle;!eran had his left leg broken several weeks asro while at work in Wall-st., and Iiis employer continued his wages. The greater part of tho money was Fjent i:: drink by the father and mother, nii.l so prevalent was the habit in the house that the eldest daughter, who carried in the beer, became addicted to it also. The neighbors say that every time f he carried beer to the notice she stopped cm the etairs and helped herself freely from the "growler." Between 10 ar;d 3:30 o'clock the girl brought .in sixteen pints of mixed ale. During the afternoon the party became noisy, and Mrs. Travis, the housekeeper, went upstairs to quiet them. Opening the door, she paw the girl drinking a gla?s of ale. Hefferan was getting very ugly, and when the house-keeper left his wife said something to him and he struck her, blacking her eye. His daughter, Mary Jane, interfered, and the ruflian, seizing her by the hair, dragged her acroßs the room and threw her down in front of the stove. Holding her by the hair of the head with one hand, with the either he seized the kettle full of boiling water and tx-gan to pour it o-er her body. The girl screamed ,but her brutal father emptied every drop of boiling water in the kettle upon ber beforo he stopped. Her cries brought up the other tenants, who, when they saw what the brute had done, called a policeman and had the father arrested. The mother sat stupidly looking on at her daughter being scalded, hut never interfered to pave her. Iletferan began fanning the girl when the policeman came in. he is o badly burned that her recovery i3 doubtful. An agent of the children's society and two policemen had to break in the door togetpopsossion of the remaining children. The mother was lying drunk on the floor in a mass of tilth and rags which Ferved as a bed. The infant, sickly looking and suffering terribly from neglect, was being rocked in a broken cradle by the eeven-yecr-oht boy. This boy is an imbecile. He was taken charge of by the society, and the infant was left with the mother for the night. THE RELIEF FUNDS STOLEN. A Piigraceful Conspiracy Exposed at Spokane Fall, XT. T. Spokane Fall, W. T., Sept 18. A very disgraceful exposure ha just been made at this place which implicates two members of the coramon council of this city and a police officer. The names of the j.ersons implicated are Sidney D. Walters, i'eter Pueber s.nd William Gillespie. These men are charged with having formed a conspiracy to appropriate the funds and supplies furnished by contribution for the relief of those who suffered by the recent disastrous fire at Spokane, Several weeks ago Robert Inglis was arrested at Chico. t-'al., on a charge of having sold provisions and other supplies and appropriating the proceeds. He was suspected, but made his escape from Spokane Fails. However, he was captured at Chico, and, on being brought back, made the startling statement that a conspiracy existed among the officials and others for the appropriation of the relief eupplies on a large scale. Inglis was examined and admitted to bail, but hastince disappeared. The supposition is that he was bought o!F. A partial investigation has been made. It shows that several thousand dollars' worth of goods have been stolen and converted into money. A report has been made, which seriously implicates Counrilmen Dueber and Waters and Police Officer Gillespie. A bitter feeling prevails over the exposure. At a meeting held here it was resolved to protect the city's good name by prosecuting to tae full "extent of tho law all who are suspected of complicity in this disgraceful proceedings. Warrants wero sworn out by A. M. Cannon, chairman of the relief committee, for the arrest of Sidney D. Waters, I'eter Dueber and William Gideepie on a charge of grand larceny, and they were arrested. It is understood that other warrants will be sworn out to-morrow. It has long been Fuspected that a conspiracy exists in the council for the purpose of booile, and a permanent Citizen.-' committee has been organized to protect the people against a recurrence ot official misconduct of any character. The people keenly feel the disgrace that has fa'len upon the city, and are determined to let no guilty person escape. Military men btate that Wr'ters, who is an officer in the territorial militia, will urelv be court-martialed for conduct unbecoming an officer, lloth he and Dueber will be requested to resign as members of the citv council. Walters, Dueter and Gillespie appeared before Justice Dunning yesterday. The examination was sent for Saturday, and they were released on bonds of $1,(.kj0 each. They engaged some of the ablest attorneys in the city to defend them. There is great excitement over the arrests. The relief committee has adopted vigorous measures for the discovery of the whereabouts of Robert Inglis, who forfeited his bond, and it is expected he will be captured. "COLLEGE OF LIFE." A Pec attar Institution in Existence in the Heart of Chicago. Chicago, Sept. 18. The Evrn'ut'j Journal says: "Oa the northwest corner of Cottage Grove-ave. and College place stands a fine, double, four-story brown stone front building. Over tue double front ttoop is a sign bearing the words "College of Lite." Here reside about fourteen men, mostly gray-headed, and about fourteen women, mostly young and pood-! coking. The head of the household is Dr. Cyrus Ji. Teed. What the colJeceof lite is, and w hat tha twenty-eight people are after, is something of a puzzle. There is a widespread belief that they Jive together for anything but a holy or a good purpose. Rut according to their own representations - they are religious and scientific reformers, their fpecialty lieing a new theory concerning married life and cbastityas related to godliness and immorality. They look up to Dr. Teed ah an inspired teacher, and gome say as a Christ." The JfjtumsU follows with a long interView with Teed, in which he seta forth his particular ideal, and this is followed by interview with a numlter of husband whose wives have deserted them and joined the Teed . aggregation. They unitedly denounce him in the roundest of terms aa a breaker up of happy homes.

HOW MY WIFE DIED.

"My dear, fellow, it is no use trying to escape your fate. It is fixed. Mark my words, Iuez Argent will be your wife before another six months have come and gone." I laughed when Harry Archer said this, and thought of two pretty blue eyes and a round, rosy, smiling face far away in a little country town. "No, no," I replied, with a decided shake of the head, "Inez will marry a rich man. Resides, speaking candidly, she is not the sort of woman I admire." "ühe is not the sort of woman whoso fascination you could resist, Rert. She admires you. That is enough. Her eyes will do the redt." "What on earth do you mean, Harry?" I asked perplexedly. . "Nothing," and he smiled mysteriously. "Wait until you know more of Inez than at present. I pride myself on my power of reading character in faces. You will not be able to resist loving Inez Argent, eet yourself against her as you will." "But," I remonstrated, "my affections are already engaged." "Stuff and nonsense! At all events, if they are you will soon forget it. I tell you, Bert, it is fate. I can read it in Inez Argent's eyes. You must and will marry her." I had seen very little of Inez when Harry spoke thus to me. When next I saw her I took more notice of her than I had done previously. She was staying with her cousins, the Argents of Newton, for a few weeks, and I also was on a visit to them. Jack Argent and I had been great college chums, and regularly once a year went to Newton to do a little shooting in the well-stocked Newton preserves. There were other visitors in the house besides Inez and myself, Harry Archer being one of them. Why he should have spoken as he did alout Inez connecting her name with mine in that manner I could not understand. I had never spoken of her to him, and I certainly had taken very little notice of her. If anything, I had rather s ighted her, and singled out the youngest daughter of my host, Jack's sister, for special attention. After Harry's remarks, however, I resolved to know more of Inez. I prided myself on my power of resisting fascination in women. My heart was (so I thought) so wholly and thoroughly given to a certain country lassie that no other woman in the world could have any at traction for me. At first sight I had not considered Inez beautiful rather the other way, in fact. She seemed to me "all eyes." But when I came to know her better, to watch her more closely, to see her Hushed and excited, and all lite and animation, I altered my opinion. I shall never forget that night on which the full force of her beauty took possession of me. Sho was half reclining on a couch of old gold brocade. Her dress was of crimson plush, cut low and revealing her exquisite neck and ams. Her hair, w hich was of a soft, golden brown, was coiled high on her prettily poised head, and two diamond stars were placed just above the center of the forehead. Her face was flushed with the daintiest of coral pink tints, and her eyes sparkled like twin etars. They were really violet eyes, but by night, veiled with their long, jetty lashes, they seemed almost black. One fault only could I find, and that was that her mouth was a trille large. Still that fault if fault it could possibly be was redeemed bv tho whiteness and regularity of her teeth. I stood, as it were, Fpellbound before her. Could it be possible I had been in the same house as this divine creature for four whole days and failed to acknowledge her beauty? She must have read my admiration in my face, for, raising her eyes, she smiled. "Well, Mr. Meredith," she said in a curiously low yet dreamy voice, "you don't mean to say vou are actually coming to talk to me. i don't think you have addressed more than a dozen words, and those of the most ordinary kind, to me since you have been here." The corner of the room in which we then were was deserted by the rest of the company. Jack Argent had brought out a whole heap of photographs views of foreign countries, portraits of notabilities, etc. and was entertaining a bevy of ladies and gentlemen at a table by the window with graphic descriptions of places he had visited and people lie had met during a long tour from which he had only recently returned. I dropped down on the sofa beside Inez Argent. "I think I must have been in a dream ever since I have been here," I answered softly. "I am wide awake enough now, though, and I humbly apologize if I have treated you with what might have seemed studied neglect." "Oh, no!" and 6he smiled and began languidly fanning herself. "I did not think you neglectful. I know, of course, there are so many other ladies in the house; I could not expect any attention to be paid to a poor cousin like me. Rut, Mr. Meredith," and she touched my arm gently, "you cannot tell how grateful I am that you have come to talk to mo now. I am very unhappy." "Unhappy! you! ' and I drew a little nearer to her. "Is it possible?" "It is. My life has never been very happy. "And now," here her voice Irecame tremulous, "I am in great distress. I should like to ask your advice. I can not appeal to my uncle vet. Will you help me?" The man who could have resisted the pathetic appeal in those glorious eyes, and in those gentle, tremulous tones, would truly have had a heart of adamant. "I will help you if 1 can, certainly," I replied. "I shall only be too pleased to do anything in my power for one who is so beautiful." She brightened up wonderfully at that compliment, and certainly looked anything but unhapy, as, acting on her suggestion, we went out onto the terrace together. This terrace ran along the whole side of the house, and the drawingroom windows opened onto it. Ah! how swiftly I forgot all alout Elsie Maybrick, my little country lasi! This magnificent woman at my side was a woman whom a man might be proud to love and to be loved by. Elsie's blue eyes were nowhere comp'ared to those deep violet ones, that tilled mo with such a strange tremor when they were lixed on mine. "Why is it you are unhappy?" I asked, as we stood there by tho balustrade, looking out on the mountain sceno below. It was a glorious night. The air was warm, the wind hushed, and far away in the distance we could hear a nightingale singing, while overhead the stars were shining brilliantly, and the full moon sailed majestically along amid a few Bilvercrested cloudlets. "Because I have to-day heard that I must soon within a week, in fact leave this house and go home." I had heard Inez was a "poor cousin ;" but it now struck me that, in addition to being poor, she had an unhappy home. There was no mistaking the accent of regret she placed on that word "borne." "Do not go bo Boon," I implored. "Only another week! It surely cannot be that yon are obliged to go." "Yes. I am obliged to go. 1 know I cannot live here always. The sooner I go the better. Mr. Meredith," she continued, laying her hand oa my arm, and raising

those lovely eyes again to mine, "you will think it strange that I should make a confidant of you, but I feel lean trust you. I have been brought up chietly by my godmother. She is an eccentric, but very clever old lady, and, until just before I came here, we got on very well together. Then she offended me shout something, and in a pet I told her that rather than live with her again I would go out into the world and cwrn my own living. This morning I had a letter from her. She has taken me at mv word, fcdie bids mo now go out

into the world and earn my living, or else go back to my own home. She will not support me any longer, she declares. What am I to do? How can I earn my living? I have not had 'an ovcr-and-above good education. Only on one subject do I consider myself an adept. I am not fit to become a governess. There eeems no alternative but to go home, and oh," she cried, the tears rising in her eyes, "I would rather do anything than that !" "Do you not think you could be happy at home, then?" 1 asked, scarcely knowing what to say. "Happy ! Oh, you do not know. How should you? My mother is a woman of the world. Her "whole rle is bound up in a round of festivities and amusements of every description. She and I have nothing in -common. Apart from that, however, i3the fact of her having recently married a man whom I hate. I loved my father dearly," she added with much emotion. "Do you think I could go back home and see a man I hate in his place? I will not go. Rut yet, what am I to do?" she asked desparin'gly ; "mv godmother refuses to have me back, and I am not fit to become a governess." "Why can you not stay here? Your uncle js very kind, and I feel sure he would not" mind having you," he replied. She shook her head. "I would net stay even if he would have me," she answered steadily. "No! I must go home, I suppose, until at all events I can get something to do. I know I shall not he able to stay at home long. I am a veritable Cinderella. My sisters would be afraid I should steal their prince. It makes me very unhappy." "Your godmother might perhaps be in duced to be reconciled," I suggested. "I would not ask her tobe," she replied quickly ; "besides, I know her well enough to know she will never alter her mind when once it is made up." We stayed c ut there on the terrace talking for some time, and befere we went in I had extracted a promise from her that she would not leave Newton for at least another three weeks. I had come far a month, and I begged her to stay as long as I was there. With a bitter demur she promised she would, and promised also she would not tell her uncie of her godmother's refusal to have her back again, until just before she left. Long beforo those three weeks bad passed I knew my fate was fixed. I was in love with Inez Argent. I wrote to Elsie a most fatherly letter, telling her I did not think it wise we should continue writing to each other, but I hoped we should always be friends. She never answered it I felt rather like a scoundrel. I knew she loved me, and though I had made no mention of marriage, 1 had given her to understand that I cared for her, very plainly. And 60 undoubtedly I bad cared for her until Inez crossed my path, and with her beauty and fascination drove all thoughts of every other woman I had known completely out of my head. I could not endure tho thought of Inez being unhappy, or having to go out into tho world and earn her living. I was madly, passionately in love, and on that last evening at Newton I asked her if she would become my wife. She did not speak, she merely raised her eyes; and gently slipped her hand into mine. I forgot all I said now. I only know I thought I was the most enviable man in the whole world to have gained so beautiful a woman tobe my wife. I think rather differently about the matter now, but then I did not know all. Harrv Archer smiled when I told him. He said he had seen plainly enough what was coming, and hoped with all his heart I shou'd be happy. He rather spoke as though he doubted whether I should be. "You are quite sure, aren't you, Bert, that you are really in love with her?" he said earnestly. "Certainly," I replied with a laugh. "Why, Harry, I'm the happiest fellow in Christendom, and the luckiest. It isn't as though I M as rich, you know," I added. "I'm not. such a great catch myself." "H'm," and he stroked his mustache reflectively. "Don't know so much about that. If you come in for the Linsfarne property you'll have a tidy little income and a mansion in the bargain, of which any woman might lc proud to be queen." "If I come in for it! I tell you, Harry, I do not want to come in for it I hope little Freddy Burt will live to enjoy the wealth his father accumulated for him." "I'm sure I hope he will." With that Harry walked away. Something in his manner mystified me. I felt sure he mistrusted Inez. Why, I could not conceive. Surely it was not such a very strange circumstance that she should have fallen in love Mith me. I had toid her plainly my circumstances. I had XtW a year, and my income was derived chietly from property left mo by an uncle. But there was also just a chance of ray one day becoming a rich man. If little Freddy Burt died before attaining the age of twenty-one the Linsfarne estate and the fortune accumulated for Freddy became mine. Freddy was nine years old, and apparently strong, but he came of a delicate family. I sincerely hoped ho would live, but when I told Inez about him she said but little. "I am only interested in you, dear," she said at length. "Talk to me about yourself." We did not think it necessary to have a long courtship. Inez's friends had no oljection to a speedy marriage. They seemed, to my surprise, rather glad to get rid of her. Thus it was that within six months we became man and wife. After the honeymoon I took my wifo to see my mother and sister, who "had but just returned from a long stay in the Riviera for the benefit of my mother's healtu. We always called my 6ister Ethel "Baby," because she was the youngest, and tho especial pet of the family. To my great surprise Inez, who had found great favor in everyone else's eyes, was not favorably regarded by Babv. "I don't like her, Bert," she asserted, stoutly. "I think she's got the horridest, wickedest eyes 1 ever saw. I can't think what you married her for. She isn't half as pretty as Elsie Maybrick." "She is a thousand times lovelier," I retorted, hotly. "Baby, how dare you ppeak against my wife!" - "1 dare do anything," was the audacious reply of the young minx of fourteen. "I dare tell you, Bert, that you are an old ntupid to have married her, and I'm not going to make a fuss of her if everybody else doe3." ' "Baby, you'll repent this!" I exclaimed, angrily. "No, I shan't, but you will. Oh, she isn't the woman you think her. ihe's downright wicked, only it hasn't all come out yet" Babv had mortally offended mo so mortally that when Inez and 1 had settled down comfortably in our pretty home within sight and sound of the'sea, 1 would not, as I had promised, invite her to come and stay with us. Inez and I were inseparable. Wheo Harry Archer came down to our sanctum for a few days, I fully expected

he would chaff me considerably on my devotion to my wife. But, to my astonishment, he said nothing. Only it seemed to me he was grave and juiet to what he was formerly. . . "You ought to marry, Harry," I said one day, when, for a wonder, wo two were in the garden for a few minutes without Inez. He turned and looked at me critically. "Bert," be said, "tell me the truth are you happy?" "Happy? end I looked at him in wonder. "Why, having seen us together, can you doubt my happiness? I could nÖl live without Inez." "I don't think you could," he replied, slowly. "But I'll tell you this, Bert; I never 6aw a fellow so changed in all my life as you are." "Changed, Harry?" I ejaculated. "In what way?" "Ah!"" and he sighed; "in a great many ways. You are a dreamy, doting, softheaded idiot at the present time, asking your pardon for thus speaking plainly. Vou wero never very strong of will. You had never much antagonistic power in you, but you had a little. Now you have fione at all. You are your wife's slave. You are under her influence. I tell vou that if she bade you kill me," he added, firmlv, "she has it in her to compel you to doit.'" "Good heavens, Harrv! What are you saying?" I drew myself uu and sternly confronted him.

"The truth, Bert, and nothing but the truth. Look here, my friend, he added, speaking in a low but impressivo voice; "Inez once tried her powers on me, and failed completely. Take care; she did not marry you for nothing. She has an object in view. She is taking the preliminary steps toward accomplishing that object now. Bert, I warn you. Resist her, resist her. With that he turned away, and not wishing to quarrel with him, though I deeply resented all he had said, I went iu-doors. Inez was sitting by the window in a lounge chair. I drew another similar chair to her 6ide and sat down. How beautiful she was. How could Harry say such cruel things of her? Besides, what did he mean by his mysterious allusions to her power over me? Was I too obedient to her slightest wish? Did I ever exercise my own will? Did I never act independently? Was I always influenced by her opinion? I began to think this was so. Yet why should it not be? She was a clever woman. I had never pretended to be a very brilliant man. 1 was her inferior intellectually ; I felt it, and I owned it Surely, then, it was right I should do as sho commanded. Somehow or other, it seemed to me, I could not do otherwise. I loved her devotedly; it was a pleasure to obey her slightest wish. One day, after Harry had gone, I was lying on the couch in our pretty little drawing-room. I had not been at all well for some time. I was weak and languid. I refused to have a doctor. I declared it could only be the hot weather which was 60 adecting me. Inez came in, and kneeling down bv the side of the couch, Bhe put her hand in mine. She began to talk. Her voice was soft and dreamy. When she spoke in these peculiar, monotonous, yet very soothing tones, she always looked straight at me with those magnificent eyes of hers. And the result was always the same I grew dazed and brwildered. I seemed to have no power left in me. I could not take my eyes from hers. I was, as it were, forced to look at her. Three days later she csma to me with a letter. I opened it? 'wondering why Mr. Hardy, Freddy Burt's guardian, should have written to me. To my surprise Mr. Hardy stated that "in accordance with my invitation, he would be very pleased to bring little Freddy to see me, and stay a few days." "What on earth doe3 he mean," I asked, blankly, looking at Inez. "In accordance with my invitation! Why, I most assuredly never invited him to bring Freddy here."' Inez laughed. "You did Bert," she said firmly. "Why, you wrote two letters, because" the first wasn't a very good one, and I believe I could show you the one you didn't 6end in your desk." Impossible!" I ejaculated. "I tell you, Inez, I never wrote to Mr. Hardy. I wouldn't have little Freddy here for worlds. Why, suppose anything was to happen him while he was here, what would people say? . You must know, my dear, as I have olten told you, little Freddy stands between me and a fortune. I don't want the fortune ; I have enough for us both to live comfortably on aa it is. I hope little Freddy will live to enjoy his property." Inez looked at me with surprise. I was, to tell the truth, surprised at myself. I firmly believe I had never spoken so authoritatively since our marriage, but now I reiterated my resolve that Freddy should not come. Inez went straight to my desk, and handed me a letter. I was staggered. Was my memory failing me utterly or what? There was a letter in my own handwriting begging Mr. Hardy tobring dear little Freddy to see us and stay a few days. "Inez," I gasped bewilderedly, "I couldn't positively have written it I bavn't the slightest remembrance of it." "My dear Bert, you certainly did write it. Why, whatever is the matter with you that vou cannot remember having written that letter? Don't you remember you wero not very well, and" had been lying down, when 1 came and cheered you p a little by talking to you. Then you said you would like to see Freddy this little fellow of six who Ftood between you and Linsfarne hall? So you wrote this first; then you wrote another letter, and I posted it." I shook my head, and passed my hand over my brow perplexedly. I could not remember having written that letter. Yet undoubtedly I had written it. What could be the matter with me? Was this lassitude and lethargic state in which I had found myself lately to result in some brain disease or what? It was a very serious matter. Evidently I had invited Mr. Hardy to bring little Freddy to stay with me, yet I could not for tho life of me recall the fact of having written to him. My head was in a confused, muddled state. I could not think clearly about anything, 1 low was it all going to" end ? If I lost my reason and losing my memory appeared to mo to be the first Bign of that what would become of Inez? It would be her death. My beautiful wife! I did not believe she could exist without me, any more than I felt I could without her. We talked it over, or, at all everts, Inez told me what I must do, I must not let Mr. Hardy know I had forgotten the invitation and did not wish him tö bring Freddy. Freddy must come, and we would take great care of him. Freddy came. Mr. Hardy brought him and stayed three days; then, at tho urgent request of Inez, he left Freddy behind him to stay yet another three or four days, when we would see him safely homo to his guardian's ajmin. It was only an hour's ride in the train, but had it been only five minutes I would not have let him go alone, bo anxious was I he should come to no harm if I could help it. I was very nervous at his being left behind. But Inez's wieh was law. She would have him atay, and he stayed. lie was a pretty little fellow, with a email, round face and pray eyes. Ho had a lovely skin, clear, creamy, transparent, and a well ahaped head. I hoped jreat things of Freddy in the future. I be

lieved he would develop into a clever I

man. His father had been a good friend to me. Ho had, in fact, educated me. He had also taken me abroad with him for a long time. Then, to the surprise of everyone, he married late in life a young and delicate woman, who died in giving birth to Freddy. When Freddy was four years old his father died. If he lived to be one and twenty he would inherit the whole of tho Linsfarne property; if he died before attaining that age, I inherited everything. I said only the truth when 1 said I hoped he would live. Linsfarne was a magnificent estate, but I had no inordinate desire to possess it. I was never very ambitious. Great wealth, it seemed to me, often brought great worry and bother, and I hated worry. I always preferred taking things easily, and living on in a quiet, unostentatious manner. Not so Inez. Grandeur and 6tate were to her, I had found to my surprise, a very great deal. She revelled in fine cloths, gorgeous dresses, and lovely things of every description. She was ambitious, very. I was not. I think Mr. Hardy's coming did me good. I felt decidedly brighter and better. After he had gone, however, Inez was so constantly bringing to light most outlandish things which she declared I had done, and which in many instances she absolutely proved to me I had done, that I grew moodish and low-spirited. My memory was going fast. I could not remember having done these strange things. It was really very serious. On the afternoon preceding that on which we had arranged to take Freddy home, Inez would insist on taking the boy down to the seisshore. It was a sultry day, and ominous clouds were gathering overhead. I felt sure we were going to have a thunder-storm. Inez laughed. At all events, she should go with Freddy, and I must and should come, too. Very reluctantly I yielded to her command, and we started out. We walked down to the shore. Inez sat down on the beach beside me. and Freddy fdayed about on the sand. The tide was ow, and there was a good, wide stretch of sand just in front of us, and a little to the left some rocks. 1 closed my eyes and fell into a dreamy doze, when I was awakened by a startled cry from Inez. I roused myself and jumped up. Freddy had climbed up the cliff as far as some caves, which, reports said, had once been used by smugglers. Evidently he could not get down again by himself, or he was afraid to attempt it, for he stood at the entrance to one of the largest caves and screamed: "Auntie" (he always called Inez thus), "do come up. It's lovely. I can't come down again by myself. You'll have to come and help me." His voice sounded very thin and shrill, and he looked a very tiny little fellow, up there alone among the ro ks. I was a good climber, arid a little further a'ong there was a pathway up the cliff by which Inez could get up easily. I therefore climbed up to Freddy from where we were, just below him, and Inez took tire path. He seemed very much to relish the idea of having made us come after him, and, together, we explored the caves. They were small and narrow, and very close. 1 suggested we should get out of them, and home as quickly as possible. The sky was now inky black. I looked at Inez. She was very pale and appeared agitated. Freddy begged to be allowed to remain in the cave until the storm which was evidently close at hand was over. He loved the thunder, he declared. He was not afraid. The rain began to fall. We all three stood just within the largest cave and watched it as it fell, literally speaking, in sheets. Had we been down on the shore, we should have been drenched in no time. Inez and I sat down on tho rocky floor, and Freddy stood still at the entrance of the cave. Inez placed her arm" round my neck, and laid her cheek to mine, holding my left hand tightly in her own. Then she drew herself back a little and fixed her eyes on mine. "Inez! Don't!" I entreated, for that strange feeling of utter subservienco to her will was stealing over me. She did not move. Still she looked into my eyes with that fixed burning glance that . seemed to look into my very soul. I had no power to take my eyes from hers. The fascination was intense. Presently, as she knelt before me holding both my hands in hers, she bade me, in a low, dreamy voice, look at Freddy. 1 followed the direction ot her eyes. The boy was sitting on tho edge of the thin ledge of rock outside the caves, dangling his feet over the precipice for from that spot the rock was almost perpendicular right down to the beach below. I tried to call out to warn him, but no words would co'mc. Inez was once more before me. I could say or do nothing. I conld only gaze into her eyes with that awful sense of fascination which took all will. power from me. Presently I felt as she looked at me a horrible desire enter into my mind to steal softly behind Freddy. One slight push from behind would send him over the cliff. He, and he alone, Btood between Linsfarne and me. How quickly it could be accomplished! No one would know but what he had fallen over. Who could prove it were otherwise? Who could prove I had touched him intending he should start, fall forward, and be killed? It was a very lonely part of the shore. No one had been about when he ascended to the caves, to our knowledge. It was such a very likely thing for a venturesome boy like him to' do to climb up to the eaves and then turn giddy and fall backward ! We could go home in great (apparent) distress, and say we had lost him. He had run away from us. Then we could make a great fuss about his disappearance get people to help us search and by and by they would come across his dead body at the foot of the cliff. Linslarno would be mine, and, whatever might bo said, no one could prove even if thev saw me touch him (which from the beach they could not, unless wo were watched through a powerful glass), no one could prove I meant him to fall. I saw him sitting there. He was humming some popular air and kicking his legs against the rock. His back was toward us. Inez bade me rise, and, like one in a dream, I obeyed her. She then, still holding my hands, walked backward with me to the mouth of tho cave. he stopped there a moment and kissed me. "You must and 6hall do it," she whispered emphatically. "Linsfarne shall be yours. I will have it eo. Yours shall be the hand that takes the obstaclo from our path. You shall do it." The rain had ceased, but an ominous darkness was swiftly coming over the sea and shore. The heavens were still black as night, and great masses of heavy clouds lay piled together in the west "You shall and will do it," murmured Inez again, and she released my hands. I took a step forward. She was by mv side. It was as though some evil spirit had entered into me and was compelling me to obey. I stretched out my hand. Freddy was etill humming, and kicking his legs vigorously against the rock. I laid my hand heavily on his shoulder. lie started and looked" round. "Over!" cried Inez excitedly ; "Quick! I command it" I gave a push, when Oh God! what was It? A dazzling,

blinding lightning flash that seemed to wrap us all three in a glare of fire. I fell backward with a loud cry and a crashing deafening peal of thunder reverberated among the rocks. When 1 opened my eyes my first thought was for Freddy. He was standing unharmed by my side, his face ashen, and tears llowing down his cheeks. "Thank heaven!" 1 muttered fervently, "you are not hurt, Freddy ?" "No, uncle," he sobbed; "only you did frighten me so when you gave ine that nasty push. I almost fell, only I'd pot hold of those two little bits of rock ti'ht with my hands, and they saved me. Then, when that flash came, I scrambled up hero again. Look!" he added, pointing to tho right of me, "poor auntie's tumbled down." I looked and gave a cry of horror. Inez had been struck by the lightning. She was dead. I realized the truth in a moment She was wearing a bright steel waistband. It had acted a a conductor. She had been killed instantaneously. I threw myself down by her side and wept long and bitterly, unheeding the rain which now came down in torrents, and remembering nothing but that my beautiful wife would never look at or 6peak to me again. I had idolized her worshiped her. And nowshe was dead dead! I waited until the violence of the storm had passed. I carried her dead body to the cave; and then, taking Freddy's baud, we began the descent to the shore and made for home, seeking help. It was two months later. My mother and "Baby" were still with me, and doing their utmost torous me from the state of apathy into which I had fallen since the death of my wife. I was sitting in the curtained recess of a Eide bay window in the drawing-room one afternoon when Baby entered, followed by my mother. I could see them, and, of course, hear all they said. Baby was holding a manuscript book in her hand. Opening this, she pro

ceeded to read from it "You know, mother," she said by way of preliminary, "I always said she was wicked, and would lead him on to bad things, and now I'm going to prove it to you. Here is her diary, and I'll read you ä part of it." Whoe diary? I wondered. However, I micht as well eit where I was and li.-ten. "Now listen, mother," continued Baby. She then very clearly and distinctly read as follows : "I am accomplishing my object almost beyond by most ardent hopes. I did not think 1 possessed such complete power over him. I can and do rule him completely. I compel him to obey me. When he is under my magnetic influence he is like a child in my hands. I have not studied and studied, and practiced my powers on him all for no purpose. I know I possess magnetic force of a very powerful nature. It is born in me, and lie is a wonderfully good subject to work upon. Under my influence he can and does do things he would never dream of doing by himself. When my godmother first found out my powers, and herself gave me the first instruction in using them, she little thought to what ultimate purpose I should put them. I have set my heart on being mistress of Linsfarne. Those estates shall be ours within another month. That child that obstacle shall come here. He shall never go home alive. I will compel my husband to be the means of causing his death. I must think out some plan. It will require a great deal of 'plotting, perhaps but it shall be done. I have found out I can make my thoughts become his thoughts. If I will with all my power he shall do a thing, he does it He cannot help himself. He isatoolinmy hands. He shall himself clear for me the way to Linsfarne. Love ! Pshaw ! Would I have married him had there been no Linsfarne in the distance? No! a thousand times no ! I knew directly I saw him I could rule him completely. My eyes shall make my fortune ray eyes and my indomitable will combined. I will be mistress of Linsfarne, even if I commit murder myr,clf for it. Rut there will be no need for that. Bert shall clear little Freddy from my path. I had been listening intently for some moments before tho truth dawned upon me. This was the diary of my wife. Inez had written what "Baby" was reading. I b'stened, and the perspiration came out in great beads on my brow. What did it all mean? Ah, how plainly I could see now how she had influenced me, how that day in the cave it had seemed to me it was she who was rousing those horrible thoughts in my mind Mith regard to Freddy as he sat there on the edge of the rock in front of us. I was comicEcd by her superior power of will and her magnetic force to obey her when she willed I should touch that boy. I waited to hear no more, but camo out from behind the curtain and took possession of the diary. Baby had found it among some other books in a box and triumphantly asserted she had read it all through. I afterward searched the box, and found among its contents several abstruse works on magnetism. My wife had evidently studied to make use to the full of the "mysterious powers with which nature had endowed her. When, some few months later, chance led me into the neighborhood where her godmother resided, I called on the old lady, and, in the course of the conversation, stated my belief that my wife had .magnetic powers of great force. "You are quite right," was her reply, "Inez was very strange. To tell the truth I was afraid of her, and that was really why I refused to have her back to live with me. I admit that at one time wo studied magnetism together, but I found it soon wisest to give it up. The little unpleasantness which rose between us was due solely to her insisting on practicing her arts on a servant I then had in the house. She would send this girl to sleep in the midst of her work and cause her to do such outrageous things that I began to think she might some day try her powers on me. I did not relish the idea of that at all. Her father was a peculiar man, much given to studying occult sciences. Iuez, undoubtedly, had inherited her power and her 6trange tastes from him. If he had lived 1 doubt not but that she would, one of these days, have become a remarkable woman. As it is. however, now, poor thing, she is dead and gone, we won't say anv evil of her. She met with a most horrible death." "It was truly horrible," I assented. "It is a shock which I shall never get over." "Ah, I don't know," and the old lady pmiled. "Time heals forrow. You are voung. I, for one, don't belive in broodIn? over what can't be helped. Take my advice, Mr. Meredith, get married again, I toll you candidly, from what I have seen of you, I don't believe you ever were in love with Inez. She fascinated you. She meant to win you. And she had, it strikes me, a vast amount of influence over you. I don't know that I saw you a half dozen times after you were -married, but I am pretty cute. Inez had a hold on you, and you had no power to resist her." To this I could say nothing. I knew perfectly well it was true. Sometimes, now, I iind myself pondering over the affection I ouce felt for Elsie Maybrick, and the passion I felt for Inez. Klsie is still unmarried. I am not at all sure but what she may become Mrs. Meredith even now. As for dear littlo Freddy Burt, he is a fine stroDg young xuan oi two and twenty, with every pros

pect of a long life before him. I went over the Linsfarne estate with him only the other day. It is, indeed, a magnificent heritage Yet I am nd sorry there is no prospect of its ever lacing mine. My oneprayer is that he may never know how ve ry near I once was to causing his death, and that he may live to let me nurse a little son and heir on my knee. FIRE IN A ROUND HOUSE.

The Plaintive Cry Put Forth by a Railway I: n ic 1 e. Ics Moines L-aUr.J A railroad rounJ-hcu?e was in fianiei. Fira liail leaped, apparently in a self-Lorn demon, oat of a waste-box. and before a hand could be found with the skid to pull out its waiting loco motive, some of tliem with boilers full of water ami low f.res, it w.is too late. For it was a small round house in a email town, and a lone watchman had been left to care for it, and it was midnight. His lou'i call summoned a concourse of citizens in, breathless haste, but all they could do was to stand and ne the great sheet of fire from the pitched roof and how the inflammable materials inside ma le every locomotive fctall a caul Iron of lire, and all the windows glared, all the doors poured out smoke and roar and long flames. There stood the steam giants plainly visible vibrating in the intense heat, unapproachable as though set in the infernal regions, till it wiw a f;re where the element of human dancer wns all misting. Suddenly, long and dolorous, one of tne-e eueines began to sound the danger signal. Heat within and without made its boiler shake with the leap ot fiercely boilin water. A bit of falling iron bent and pulled downward the lever, moving its escape valve so it could and did sound ceasinsly. Ixtud, thrilling, it was a note of terror. It awed every hearer. Listen, some day, thoughtfully, to the danger signal of a locomotive. Even in the broad and peaceful d.iy it is the keenest and fctroncest, the most terrible sound that man has invented. It reaches the dull intelligence of slowest beasts as a warning. The solemn power, then, of this ery, apparently raied by the will of the engine itteif, in the midst of its torture, was indescribable. It was hard not to feel that it was a sentient thing pleading for help. It pealed on, an urpent monotone, the tremulous voice of senselec force. One man heard it. distressed by it beyond telling. He was its ensiueer. The encine he lured with the peculiar attachment these men have for the thing of power they control seemed to be crying to nim voluntarily with the appeal h hand bad often evolved from it. He wanted to plunee in to its rescue. The fiery furnace of the Hebrew children was matched by its surroundings, and he could only listen and tremble and let it call in vain. It was all a curious bit of pathos, evolved wholly from material things by chance, and costing not a pang to iu 6ource. yet it touched and saddened every soul that heard it. But none of them could quite comprehend tha feeling of its driver or know how pitifully th next morning he touched his pray, burned-out, ruined giant that hid poured its 6hriek into hia ears for that long half hour. Mruionn. I ach for the Louie of my childhood, The dear little cot on the hill. The nicailows and wonderful wild-wood. In memory blossoming still. The garden a tangle of flowers. Where father at evening would rwt, TVhilin; the perfumed diia hours With tales of the hrarest and best. 'Twan there I firt heard the sa1,sad story ( f Trin her hopes and her fears. Her bvintr, her grandeur and glory, Her trageily, Talor and teara. Her fairy lure thrilled and enthralled me, J!er let, nds of holiness awed. And the wrath of oppression arpalled ma. When tyranny triumphed and la wed. The glories that dawned with the morning Trailed over the window and doon, With rainbow be Ua gaily adorning The spot that a pott adores; The hollyhocks royally tinted. The minitowers golden and grand, And mocH'S coniettlshly glinted, Nurtured by mother's fond hand. For she, with her poetic dreaming, Mingied a love for the fair, Her soul, bright with Hyppoercne streamings, tJarnerei up fantasies rare . The spring-time was rich in its beauty. The locust tree wared her while plumei, Love became life's sacred dutyBright as the peaches' rose blooms. The White river flashing in splendor. Laughed back to the laugh of the sun. Or mirrored the summer moon Under, When the hot harrest day was well dona. The steep hank of silver sand gleaming, Towered high over the road, And in an old cotton wood dreaming. To paper my rhymes were bestowed. Strange visions of power and pawion, I accici from Elf-land and mUt, Pictures of glamour and fashion, I'nccrtaia as enchantment's rare visit. The world as seen through a dream-glass Glowing intangible, grand, The ocean of life b-'ating softly On Imagery's deified strand. Oh, could I conjure the fairies To coin me a treasure uf gold. The sanctified home of nir childhood My own I forever would hold. And there I would sing ia my ghdnea Tili Fame in ber wonder would f mil And garland my love-blushing madness With laurels that naught could defile. Chicago, September, 3sS9. AlVi May Qri. Ilia Idea Chanced. Boston Transcript "Ain't he a splendid baby?'' said Mr.rarpar, as he gazed upon his offspring as it lay wrapped in slumber and blanket. 'That baby is my solace and my joy; I don't know what I should do without him." A half hour later Mr. Parpar was requested by his helpmeet to take the baby out for an airing. He had in the meantime, it seema, found reason to change his mind, for he actually used language, which it was well that the infant was too young to understand, and wound up by tayin r in a most emphatic manner: We didn't need that young one no more than we need a goldmounted roof to the woodhouse." No Rebate Allowed. Arizona Kicjter. We desire to state in the most einlicit manner that no rebate will be allowed to any of our subscribers who maybe obliged to leave town for the benefit of the community, or who may be hanged and buried for the same reason. In several late instances friends of such subscribers have called on us and asked to cash np for the unexpired term, but we have invariably refused. Subscriptions to the K'icLrr run for one year. We contract to deliver the paper for that time. If the subscriber is arrested, driven ofl' or hanged, it is no fault of ours. Please bear this in mind and save yourselves trouble. The Wronc Theme. Chicago Ledger. "Jones, I have a very fine book here only a dollar. Lvery farmer ought to buy it." "What's it about?" "The title is, 'Keep the Boys on the Farm,' and its theme, sir, is " "Eh? 'Keep the Koys on the Farm!' I suppose you didn't know that all my boys are girls?" "So. I didn't." "And I've just paid out $20 for a sbot-gno and a club to keen the boys ofl the farm. Don't want your book!" Trusting to ttritecy For e Bleat. Yankee Blade.l Tramp 'Tlease, ma'am, will you give a poor ninn a liite to eat?" Matron "Not a bite; I don't encourage idleness. Get out or I'll set the dog on you." Trninp(eontinwinir) ''Please, ma'am, a friend of mine told me you gave him a piece of cake once, and it w as the best cake he ever ate,( and be thinks you're the best cook he ever ' Matron "Come rijilit in, poor man. Mary Jane, get a good Lreakfas-t ready for this poor creature." One Mac ot Convslfiesses. Boston Hera'.d.l "And how are you this morning?" "Hetter, thanks; I'm feeling much stronger than I was yesterday." "Well enough to walk down to the office?" "Oh, no! Just well enough to push the baby carriage for yiy wife." She Knew the Ilrand. P.ochester Herald. Kthel (entering parlor) "Oh, Apnea, ao triad to ee you. (They kits.) Why, you are engaged tobe married." Acne "How do you know?" Lthd "I can tell by the way you kias,"