Jasper County Democrat, Volume 1, Number 32, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 19 November 1898 — Page 3

CHAPTER XXVII. It was not until the first bewilderment of his sorrow passed away that Lord Vivian Selwyn thought of asking how it happened. No one could tell him. The lady’s maid told him all that Lady Beatrice had said, and he could not understand why his wife had been so determined upon visiting Redruth—what could have induced her to brave his annoyance and anger, to disobey his commands, to disregard his wishes? There must be some reason Why, but he never discovered it. The secret of that journey, for which she had been willing to risk her life, perished with her. Deepest gloom seemed that day to have fallen on Selwyn Castle. Every one was stunned and bewildered. By the doctor’s advice all knowledge of the accident was carefully concealed from Rupert. Whatever Lord*Selwyn thought or felt, he was obliged, in his son’s presence, to carefully conceal all emotion. That same day his lordship visited the groom’s cottage. The man left a wife and three little Children to lament his loss. Lord Vivian did all he could for the woman; He gave her the cottage, and settled upon her a pension that would forever keep grim want from her door. There was an inquest, but no one had anything to say, and the verdict was, as a matter of course, “accidental death.” On Mrs. Rivers the sad, sudden -death produced a strange effect. It gave her time for thought. She had dreaded the revelation of her secret; she had dreaded the terrible scene that must have ensued when it became known; and now it was once more her own. She deplored Beatrice's sad death more, perhaps, than any one, for she alone knew the secret of the terrible crime the dead woman had planned. She mourned not only for the lost life, but for the sin-laden soul so swiftly, so suddenly summoned before its Judge. She was miserably undecided what to do. There were times when it seemed to her the only atonement she could make for her error was to confess her fault to her husband, to tell him every motive which had actuated her and let him punish her as he would. That idea would take possession of her until she was nearly throwing herself at his feet and telling him all. Then came the reaction. The same motives that had led her to make the sacrifice existed still. They were rather deepened by the thought of how her son would listen to such a story and how it would affect him. She resolved at last upon keeping silent a short time longer. The day came when Rupert was able to ! leave the room in which he had fought so fierce a battle with the grim King Death and go down stairs. Soon as he was able to travel his father asked him if he would like to go to Scotland, and the boy was delighted with the idea. Lord Selwyn and Rupert went to Scotland. There in the clear, bracing northern air, health and strength came back to the young heir of Selwyn. He grew rapidly; his father’s eyes rested upon him in admiring love. Rupert was a noble, princely boy, and his father gloried in him. There, in the long walks by mountain and glen, they spoke of Violante, and the boy day by day loved more dearly the memory of his gentle mother. Mrs. Rivers went to Brighton with little Lancet his nurse accompanied her. A pretty house was taken for them on the Parade, and the patient, gentle lady, who had repented so bitterly of her error, sat herself to work bravely to fill a mother’s place to the motherless child. She lavished care and tenderness upon him; she taught him all night and all day—she never liked him one moment out of her sight, and it seemed to her that by this devotion to the boy she made some slight atonement to the mother for the wrong she had unwittingly done to her. What she should do in the future, Violante did not know. The summer and autumn wore away, winter and spring came round, and as yet no news had been heard from Lord Selwyn. The month of June came, with the red roses all in warm bloom. The% Lord Selwyn wrote to say that he was returning with Rupert to Selwyn Castle, and would be glad to have little Lance at home again. So, when the chestnuts were all in bloom and the limes in blossom, Mrs. Rivers returned with the little child to the home that had been desolate so long. It seemed, that evening when Lord Selwyn returned, as though every memory of his former .life came over him. He thought of the fair-haired boy who had died in his arms —his last word a message of love to his sister; he thought of his journey to Woodeaves, and the sweet face of Violante Temple as it first dawned upon him; he remembered his marriage, and the glorious golden time that had followed it—had ever man been loved as Violante loved him? Then he began to wonder if Beatrice had really been unkind to Violante, or whetherit was but a jealous fancy. The memory .of Violante seemed to possess him this evening. How well he remembered the graceful, gentle, half-timid manner, the sheen of the golden hair, the light of the violet eyes, the sweet lips whose smile warmed and gladdened his heart—his gentle, beautiful, lost love. He said her name aloud —“Violante!”— and it seemed to him that the wind took it up and the birds repeated it Ah, if he could but live his life over again, how differently he would act; how he would love and fcherish his first, his only love, Violante. And Lord Vivian Selwyn, master of Selwyn Castle, lord of that splendid domain, head.of a gallant race, sat down upon one of the iron seats, perhaps more desolate and lonely in heart than any man in England. ■ . Then, elear, sweet and soft on the warm evening air he heard his own name, “Vivian?’ and the voice that uttered it was that of the fair-haired girl he had loved so tenderly. “Vivian!" > \- Never ,was sigh of the wind so soft or ao sweet. He did not stir or move. He

A WOMANS ERROR

By Marion V.Hollis.

had loved her so fondly, he had thought of her so continually, that he may be pardoned for the superstitious fancy that overpowered him. He had loved her so well that, even should her sweet, pure spirit return to comfort him he would feel no surprise. “Vivian!” cried the sweet voice again, and he buried his face in his hands with a low moan. “Vivian, do not be frightened; look up—look at me!” CHAPTER XXVIII. The wonder and mercy were that he did not fall dead in that moment. He sprang from his seat with a cry of terror on his lips; and there, standing under the limes, with the sunlight on her hair4md dress, was Violante, his loved, lost wife. Was it Violante, or was it the restless spirit of the girl he had loved? “Vivian, do not be frightened. May I come to you?” He stood rooted to the spot. Had it been to save his life he could not have uttered one word. Remember, he believed he had seen her buried —and —she stood there! “May I come to you?” she repeated. “Say only one word.” But that one word he could not utter; he opened his arms, and the next moment she was kneeling, clasping his knees with passionate tears, with passionate cries, with passionate prayers for pardon. He could not realize it—could not understand it. He was like a man stricken blind, deaf and dumb. He only felt the clinging touch of the white hands —he only saw the golden head bowed in deepest humility at his feet. Then he recovered himself; he bent over her, he raised her from the ground, he took her white hands in his. “Violante!” he cried, looking at her. “In the name of heaven, what does this mean —is—is it you? Speak to me. Have you risen from the dead or did you not die?” She stretched out her hands imploringly to him. “Will you ever forgive me, Vivian?” she asked; “will you forgive me, if I tell you all the truth?” His half-formed superstitious fancy died away. He put her at some little distance from him and looked earnestly at her. “Violante!” he cried. “Have you been Mrs. Rivers in disguise?” “Yes,” she replied. “I hungered and thirsted so for one look at you and my son. I could not help it, Vivian; do not be angry with me.” Seated by him in the warm, sweet evening light, she told him her story, word for word, sparing Beatrice where and when it was possible, but telling her husband the plain, unvarnished truth. She concealed nothing but the wrong that Beatrice had intended to her son. An hour passed, and still the clear, sweet voice never tired nor faltered. She told him of her love for Rupert, and of the boy’s passionate affection for her. She laid her whole life bare before him. He only spoke once, and then it was to cry out: “Could all this be, and I not know it?” When she had finished, Violante, Lady Selwyn, knelt again at her husband’s feet. “Judge me," she said; “I have told you the plain, unvarnished truth. I can see the great wrong I did. At the time I only thought of sacrificing myself; now I see that I wronged others. Only believe me, Vivian,” she cried passionately, “I did it for your sake and for my son’s.” He stooped over her and kissed her with tears in his eyes. “It was an error, Violante,” he cried; “but, my darling, it was a woman’s error, after all, and I pardon it.” “You forgive me?” she said. “Yes,” he replied; “for I, too, need your pardon. If I had not been so careless and negligent, you could not have suffered so, Violante. Oh, my darling, thank heaven for sending you back to me; my heart lay in what I thought to be your grave.” The last of the golden sunbeams died away, the moon rose, the stars came out, and still they lingered among the flowers. Hand in hand they walked back to the Castle, and there Lord Selwyn assembled the whole household, and told them of the sudden and bewildering event. There was nt first some alarm; then, when the sweet face smiled upon them once more, there was nothing but joy. Rupert had always declared that Mrs. Rivers had his mother’s soul. How he caressed her, and hung over her, and could not bear to leave her; how he teased her about the black hair, and the blue glasses; how he cried and laughed! For once the world was fairly astonished. Nothing so romantic had happened for a long time.,. The story went the rounds of all the English and continental papers. There was no use in attempting any disguise. The plain truth was told. People wondered at it, then forgot. The last news heard from Selwyn Castle —the happiest home in England—was that Rupert, the heir of Selwyn, who distinguished himself so greatly at Oxford, and afterward in Parliament, was about to marry the beautiful daughter of the Countess Sitani. For Vivian and Violante peace has come at last. There is no happier or more prosperous man In England than the master of Selwyn Castle; and his fair, gentle wife only sighs when she remembers the single error of her life. (The end.)

Except to Scotchmen the sounds usually evoked from a bagpipe are not highly musical. A humorist in the Clarion attempts an analysis of them: Big files on windows—72 per cent.; cats on midnight tiles—ll% per cent.; voices of infant puppies—6 per cent.; grunting of hungry pigs in the morning—s% per cent.; steam-whistles—3 per cent.; chant of cricket—2 per cent. The present population of the United States exceeds that of Germany by about 22,000,000 and that pf Great Britain by 34,000,000.

Bagpipe Music.

RECENT INVENTIONS.

A Texas vVoman has patented a new toy for children, consisting of a jack-in-the-box, to be released from the box by striking the spring catch with a ball attached to an elastic cord. A handy device for hanging clothes Is formed of a ring to be screwed to the top of a post to support a number of arms, which are dropped into a hole in the end of the post -when not in use. A Missouri woman has designed an Ice creeper to slip on the sole of the shoe, a steel plate, with curved ends, to grip the edges of the sole having teeth to engage the Ice as the wearer walks. Housekeepers will appreciate a new kitched utensil which has the bottom formed of a perforated receptacle w’hich strains the vegetables after cooking and mashes potatoes, etc., without removing them. Instead of reshoeing horses w’ith sharper shoes when the ground freezes, an Ohio man has invented a device which screws on the under side of the shoe and can be removed easily when the ground thaws. Flies are prevented from entering the house wnen the screen doors are opened by a new attachment, which has several rows of brushes on the outside of the door to scrape the flies off every time the door opens. In order to facilitate the production of higher notes on a cornet the ordinary mouthpiece is inclosed in a spring-con-trolled sleeve, which is pressed in by the lips on the high notes to form a smaller opening in the rubber mouthring. For heating water where no tank is connected with the stove a new tank is designed to replace the first section of stovepipe, and is formed of a double section of sheetiron, with a compartment for the water and inlet and outlet pipes. The lead in a new pencil is screwthreaded and is brought forward through the screwed tip by turning the exposed end with the fingers, the tip being partly cut away if the lead gets broken or wears down too short to reach. In a newly designed coffee pot the fluid is not poured from a spout, but Is distilled by means of a funnel-shaped device suspended in the top of the pot, which opens into a slanting tube above, to condense the steam and discharge it into a recptacle below. Life-saving buoys on shipboard can always be depended upon in an emergency if provided with a new attachment, consisting of reels containing lines, to be fastened to the sides of the ship, with a hook to carry the buoy, which disengages itself and rises to the top of the water when the boat sinks.

A SHREWD TONGA CHIEF.

He Would Have Nothing to Do with Modern Civilization. “You should read Doctor Martin’s ‘William Mariner,’ ” said a German, who had lived twenty years on the Friendly Islands, referring to Mariner’s “Account of the Natives of the Tonga Islands,” edited by Martin. The remark was addressed to the passengers of a •steamer, voyaging among the South Sea Islands, and the German added, “It is a classic, and every word of it is true. I used to lie on my mat in the afternoons and draw all gradually out of Achihia —Achima was an old, old woman. She Is dead now.” In one of his volumes Mariner gives a quaint commentary, uttered by the Tonga chief, Finow, on modern political' economy, and money as a medium of exchange. Finow had been advised by the white traders that if he would adopt, in place of yams, bananas and cocoanuts, the money of civilized nations, his people could exchange it for everything they wanted, and grow rich. The chief puzzled over the suggestion for some time, and then decided that the money system of civilization would not benefit his people, and he would have none of It. “The power to hold money and hoard it up,” said he, “which could not be done with yams or bananas or cocoanuts, must make people very’ selfish." Mariner tried to explain to the chief the art of communicating by writing. “It solidißes speech so that you can hand it round.” Finow snatched the paper on which Mariner had written the chief's name, which another Englishman had read aloud, the writer's back being turned. He looked at it with astonishment, and turned it round and round. “This is neither like myself nor anybody else,” said he. “Where are my legs? How do you know’ it to be 1?” He then desired Mariner to write Tarky, the name of a chief whom Mariner had not yet seen. He was blind In one eye, a fact of which, of course, tlie writer was ignorant'. When the name Tarky w’as read, Finow asked, “Is he blind, or not?” “This,” says the author, quaintly, “was putting writing to an unfair test.”

Used His Hand for Shark Bait.

The fish In some waters are a hindrance, and are greatly disliked by the diver. Perhaps the diver’s worst foe is the conger-eel. This creature attacks in swarms, and is most daring and exceedingly voracious. The congers bark like dogs, and never hesitate in the least to bite a man. “At one time my right hand,” said a diver to us, “was exposed for a moment in the water, when one of’these fierce creatures made a dash for it, and took a large piece from the back of the hand. It bled freely, and I w’as obliged to come up to the surface and get it dressed.” “But how about the sharks? Don’t you find them troublesome?” I asked. “Not very. You see, sharks are like rats; leave them alone, and they run Away If they catch sight of you. Cor-

ner a shark, and he will fight. But It you want a shark story, I can give you .one of Lambert’s; he once bar! a thrilling fight with one at the bottom of the Indian Ocean. He had been sent to the island of Diego Garcia to fix copper sheets on a coalhulk that had been fouled by a steamer, and was annoyed during his operations by the same shark for nearly a week. The monster was temporarily scared away, however, every time Lambert opened the escape-valve in his helmet and allowed some air to rush out. One day Lambert signaled to his attendants for a big sheath-knife and a looped rope. Having these, Lambert used his bare hand as a bait, and waited until the shark commenced to turn on its back, when he stabbed it repeatedly, passed the noose round its body, and signaled for it to be drawn up. The diver brought home the shark’s backbone as a trophy.”—St. Nicholas.

BITS FOR BOOKWORMS

Crispi's reminiscences, now complete, till eleven large volumes in manuscript. It is said that they will be published first in England. Maxwell Gray’s latest novel is entitled “The House of the Hidden Treasure.” It is now twelve years since “The Silence of Dean Maitland” took the novel-reading public by storm, but since 1894 Maxwell Gray has principally confined himself to short articles and essays. A George Meredith birthday book is to come forth in a “special fine edition’’ of seventy-five copies. This is being select with a vengeance, but fortunately for Meredith’s admirers there is to be an edition not so fine, which may be had by more than seventy-five purchasers. New books soon to be expected art Mrs. Gertrude Atherton’s novel, “The Californians,” which will be published by Mr. John Lane; a volume of short stories by. Paul Leicester Ford, entitled “Tattle Tales of Cupid;” Octave Thanet’s new book, “A Slave to Duty” (also short stories); novel, to be called “The College Widow,” and a posthumous volume of tales by the late Edward Bellamy-. Miss Margaret Benson, daughter of the Ittte Archbishop of Canterbury, is an Egyptologist of much energy and some note. With another lady she has been engaged in excavations at Karnak and has written a book describing their discoveries and giving an account of the daily life pf excavators in Egypt. Henry Seton Merriman’s latest story, “Roden's Corner,” has just been published in Loudon by Smith, Eder & Cd. Merriman is one of the most entertaining of contemporary English writers, and it seems that there is a brisk demand for his books in continental Europe. “With Edged Tools” has been done into French and German. “The Sowers”. into German, Danish and French, and “In Kedar’s Tents” into French and German. Mr. Zangwill. the clever and popular author of “Children of the Ghetto,” and other novels dealing with Jewish life, tells how, when an obscure lad, engag ed in teaching in an east end school, he sent a short poem to one of the bestknown American magazines. The poem was speedily returned to him, and Mr. Zangwill put it away safely till some little time back, when he again sent it to the same magazine. This time its reception was a contrast to the last. The proprietors of the magazine cabled to Mr. Zangwill offering to buy the “world rights” of the poem and very shortly they issued a l uge poster, proclaiming the fact that their next issue would contain a poem by I. Zangwill. The poem was the same as before, but the tide had turned, ine ship of the erstwhile Jewish lad had come in, and his very signature was worth money.

His Hobby.

Things not to be smiled at in themselves may take on a humorous aspect through the manner of their expression. An English paper says: An old country sexton, in showing visitors round the churchyard, used to stop at a certain tombstone ami say, ‘This ’ere is the tomb of Tuiumas ’Hoper an’ ’is eleven wolves.” On one occasion a lady said, “Eleven? Dear me; that’s rather a lot; isn’t it?” The old man looked at her gravely, and replied, “Well, mum, yer see. it was an ’obby of ’is'n.”

Poetical Figures.

Common people often use figures of speech which are l»oth poetical and strong. While visiting in Norfolk, near the North Sea, Tennyson was much impressed with the saying which he there heard: “The sea is moaning for the loss of the wind.” This poetical saying he used to compare with another he heard used by an old fishwoman who had lost two sous at sea. On a stormy day she, clenching her fist at the advancing tide, cried out: “Ay! roar, do! How I hates to see thee show thy white teeth!”

At the Other End.

The deep research of London Judy enables us to see how a certain portion of the “submerged” view those oh top. ‘'How are you getting on?” asked the first fish. “No luck at all!” replied the second fish. “The man at the end of the line is an idiot.” “What’s the trouble?” “I took the bait an hour ago, and I’ve been waiting ever since for him to put some more on.’’ About two-thirds of a man’s so-called friends would fail to stand the tesL

WILHELMINA AND HER PEOPLE.

The Dutch People Tr.eat Their Queen in a Democratic Way. In the St Nicholas there Is an article on “A Girl Queen,” written by Jeannette May Fisher. The author says: Almost any day the little Queen and her mother may be seen driving in the pretty streets of The Hague. Their carriage is noticeable only sor 1 the royal liveries, which are rather conspicuous. The Dutch people are fond and proud of their two queens, but do not show them that exaggerated deference that a less democratic nation might. They are treated much as we treat the President of the United States. I remember tyeing in the beautiful Dutch capital one summer when Queen Wilhelmina returned from a visit to Germany. The newspapers commented gladly upon the expected arrival, and a goodly crowd hung about the palace. Finally the royal party came,, accompanied by a considerable suite. The little Queen was simply but becomingly dressed. She bowed and smiled with winsome grace to her devoted subjects, but hurried into the palace, thereby causing some disappointment. Either Queen Emma spoke to her on the subject, or else Wilhelmina herself repented of her shyness, for a few minutes later her pretty face appeared at a window, and she waved a most cordial greeting to tlie people below. Another time we saw her riding along the beach at Scheveningen, a famous wateringplace three miles from The Hague. The young Queen wore a plain habit of bottle-green cloith, surmounted by a coquettish little hat. She was accompanied by her governess, the lord chamberlain, and an equerry. They made an imposing group as they galloped swiftly over the smooth, hard sand of the North Sea shore. It was the height of the Scheveningen season, and hundreds of people were loitering on the perfect beach. A murmur of “The Queen is coming!” arose, and Instantly every one was on the alert to catch a glimpse of her. The royal party came tearing along at breakneck speed, the girlish Queen easily in the lead. But as they approached, Wilhelmina goodnaturedly drew rein, and graciously returned some of the'many salutations offered her; but, being of a retiring nature, she seemed not really to enjoy such public demonstrations.

A Soft Answer.

Au English tramp steamer had just been tied to a wharf in Boston. From her dingy hold there leaped upon the dock a man who Was evidently a stqker. He was black with grime, reckless of face, eager for release from an almost unbearable confinement, and ready for any animal gratification for which he could find opportunity. As he emerged upon the main street, looking probably for the nearest saloon, he saw a colored woman walking sedately toward him, carrying a basket of apples. Full of mischief, the stoker stumbled against her, upset the basket upon the pavement, and then stood aside to laugh at the invectives which he supposed his trick would bring forth. But the old colored woman did not even look at her tormentor. She bent and quietly picked up her apples. There was not even an expression of resentment upon her face. She bent here and stooped there, and when she had recovered her last apple she turned upon the astonished man with a pathetic dignity that forced respect, and said, in tones of simple kindness: “God fozgive you, my son. as I do.” The rudeness that had counted on a bitter berating was softened in an instant. The man’s coarse lips parted, his hard eyes fell, he tried to speak; then he thrust his hands into his pockets and pulled out all the silver he Had. This he forced upon the silent woman. “Take IL” he said, and then added, as she looked at him in astonishment, “God bless you, mother! I’ll never do it again!”—Youth's Companion.

An Irishman's Chivalry.

William Smith O’Brien, the leader of the National party of Ireland, who was transported in 1849, had none of the gifts which attract the multitude. He was not an orator, his manners were not winning, and he made few intimacies. But his character and his well-poised head put him at the head of the Nationalists, whose purpose was to secure the independence of Ireland. An anecdote related in Sir Charles Gavan Duffy’s book of reminiscences, “My Life in Two Hemispheres,” shows the chivalry of the man. He had a duel, in the days when that savage method of settling disputes was and the two men were placed opposite to each other. Just as the signal, “One, two, threefire!” was about to be given, O’Brien cried: “Stop! No signal, I pray!” His opponent’s second stepped forward and said with asperity, “This is very irregular, sir. What do you wish to say?” “I wish,” answered O’Brien, “to call your attention to the fact that the gentleman opposite me has let the cap fall off his pistol.”

Trainway Through Cathedral.

A tramway runs through the Cathedral of Utrecht, which was built In the thirteenth century upon the site of an older one founded by St. Willebrodus. After a severe storm in 1674 the nave fell, leaving a large space between the tower and the chancel. The tower is 350 feet high and very beautiful. A new nave was built, but between It and the tower a moderately wide street runs. This Is still considered consecrated ground, and the utilitarian municipality has shocked the faithful by the noisy Innovation of a tramway. Every man pays more for a suit thaa he intended to before he got into tbs tailor’s.

INDIANA INCIDENTS

RECORD OF EVENTS OF THjN PAST WEEK. ■ v . ' : Bank Messenger Is Held vians Await the Second Sympathy from the President—serous Fire at Evansville. HH A messenger for the Exchange i>f Clmrubus-.o was robbed of $1,200 ih-B| bills the other night. He was sent to linnbia City to bring back $2,200 in Failing to reuun on the eveningXtrain, friends became alarmed and sent out searching party. He was found nt auHBl early hour the next morning lying roadside, badly injured, but SI,OOO of $2,200 was left on his person. His is that, failing to catch the evening for Churubusco, he had started to wanß home. When nearly at his destination he®| was assaulted by two men and robbed the money, but the robliers failed to the package of SI.<HK». which he had eealed in an inner pocket. M End of the World in a Year. A small colony of Moravians near Ltf®| Porte has taken heed of the words of Dr. J. T. Boyd, the I Moravian divine, who is predicting end of the world, and meetings are being M held nightly in preparation for the ing dissolution, Boyd’s conclusions arejß drawn from biblical sources. Nov. 1899; the Moravians believe, will witneMsH the end of the world. Boyd lays nmeh®| stress on his prophecy of a meteoric er. whii h the scientists have foretold loogiiß in advance of him. B Defrauded by Its Employes. B The Bowser oil tank works, one of tbttH largest manufacturing concerns of Forfiß Wayne, has been systematically robbed’B by trusted employes for months past an®B the peculations have just come to light.jß • •ne of the nu n would issue express orderSM and others would have them cashed in® Chicago, Indianapolis and Toledo, Ohio.;® Peculations amounting to nearly SIO.IMMXB have been ulleoveri d. blit the in has only just begun. B President McKinley Sends Synipathjri® Mrs. James Jones of Kokomo has re-jB reived a letter from President MeKin-B ley. Jones was the artilleryman killed*® by the premature discharge of a eannonM in saluting the presidential train when itß passed through there a few weeks ag®B The President expressed deep for the bereft family and sent a cheek ?25. . ■ Fireworks House Destroyed. ■ The wholesale candy, fireworks and gro-iB eery house of Broom A Co. wis destroyed® by tire at Evansville. The store was VHmß| tied at $(511,000. A continuous explosion of'® fireworks made the work of subduing flames exceedingly hazardous. |® Within Our Border*. South Bend's new court house $239,162.78. ' ■ Fifteen new gas wells have been <lrillet|® in the vicinity of Gaston. B Rural free mail delivery has been es-B tablished in Hamilton County. ■ Robert Lowe was shot and fatally® wounded by Janies Eden, Jr., a druggist*® at Bryant. ■ Joe Tolbert and Charles Finch had a® fight at Connersville and Tolbert shot his® adversary in the hip. ■ Private Frank M. Green, Company D,® ,161st Indiana, died in the division bos-® pital. Jacksonville, Flu. ■ The Indiana State Dairy Association® will hold its ninth annual meeting at® Mooresville Dec. 14 and 15. H At Kokomo, Frank Lewis, colored, was® killed by the cars by rolling off the depot® under the wheels while asleep. ■ Near South Bend, Lee Styles, a wealthy® farmer, was attacked by a bull he was® leading and received probably fatal in-® juries. B The city theater in Oswego was com*® pletely gutted by fire. Loss about $8,000.® uninsured. An amateur rehearsal was in® progress at the time of the fire. ■ Mrs. Edward Hilligoss, one of the old-® est residents of Madison County, living® north of Anderson, was killed by a train® on the Panhandle, as she was returning ittj® a buggy to her home after a trip to mar*® ket. B Herman Schaumann of Watertowaij® Wis., was found dead in his boat, which® was floating down the Kankakee river.® His gun had been accidentally discharged)® and the top of his head was blown off*® causing instant death. ■ William Hein., aged 55 years, of North® Manchester, committed suicide by hang*® ing in his barn. He was absent from the® house only an hour, when relatives in-® stituted a search and found him suspends® ed from one of the timbers. ■ Thieves entering the postoflice at Grav*® elton the other night aroused a dog, which® is kept in the room, and the postmaster® was brought out of his home near by.® Several shots were exchanged, but the® robbers escaped without injury and with® S3OO. The body of Miss Katie Hefferlin was® found in the Ohio river at Evansville. Miss® -Hefferlin disappeared from home two® weeks before, and her parents feared she® had committed suicide. She became de*® spondent because her lover broke an ete® gageinent with her. I A peculiar disease has broken out amohg® the horses in the north part Of Carr®® County, and several have died. The ani® mals’ throats become inflamed so that I they cannot swallow, and consequently I they starve to death. There seems to b«® no remedy for the disease. I Joseph Bedrd. in jail at Seymour, await® ing trial for the fraudulent collection.ano® appropriation of money for chiitch pur-® poses, was taken from prison late the® other night and severely whipped. Ttt|® victim is a negro, until recently unknotrijj® there, and in the “committee” were number of his own rare. 1 At Elko, William Ellison was shot ana® dangerously wounded by Janies Shields, a® Seventh Day Adventist, who was being® persecuted by several boys on account of® his religious belief. 1 Isaac N. Hoop, an insane man taken t<® the Eastern Indiana Hospital for the la® sane about six weeks ago, has escaped and® his whereabouts are unknown. His is in Madison County. ‘J At New Albany, Miss Leona Peem WU® shot and dangerously wounded by Chnjrldfl McCoy. The latter did not know the gW|® was loaded and the bullet entered her ate® domen and may cause death I