Jasper County Democrat, Volume 2, Number 6, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 20 May 1899 — Page 2

CHAPTER V. ? •Who has the key to the attic of the < Bouse?” asked the detective, when they | Bad descended from the piazza. M Mias Hattie, master; she asked me for | B yesterday morning.” f “Is there more than one?” j “No, master, only de one.” J “Come 'round here on the east side of tie bouse. Is that you, Calban?” s “Tea, Mars Lang, It’s Calban.” J . “No one hns left the house, save those Kyaa know?” “No, Mars Lang. fc “Now, Hannah, who murdered your fe master Y' | “1 don't know that, Mars Lang.” B “You do know who rang the door bell; f Bat do you mean when Robert Campbell ' MMmded it?” B “No, Mars Lang. no. I diden know Mars . Robert was in de house till after I heard B de bell; but he must have been, for it was ; he that went to de door, and not five min- | atea after, when I went to de door of de | ibrary, dar he stood, with de bloody knife I lb his hand, and Mnrs Herman 'ctising * him of murderin’ master.” “Was that the first you knew of his being is the house?” “Wait, Mars Lang. I had been dozin' in de kitchen. Millie had gone upstairs to bed, and when 1 wake up I thought I’d nee if ole master had gone to bed, and put •nt de lights in de hall. You see, I knowad, unc’ Duke had gone to bed, so I passed through the dining room and out into the hall. Somehow. I happen to look up. I apose I was lookin’ at de hangin' lamp; bat I sees] someone standin' on de stairs, about five steps down. Da bad on a long white night gown. At first, I thought it was Miss Hattie; but then I seed it was too tall and big for her, and de hair on be head was too black and short. I was jest about to speak when de person on de stairs bent ober, sideways like, and reached out one arm, and wid de hand seized hole of de wire dot leads to de bell at de tower end of de hall and pulled it. He pulled it several times, and as he was bent ©tier, I saw his face.” “It was the face of Herman Craven?” “Yea, Mars Lang, and he was as white as death. I dlden kuow what to do. A tremblin’ seized me, and I was that skeered I Ink to fell down. Suddenly, I heard ole master's voice, and someone started for de door from de library. I thought it was ole master. Mars Herman had dodged back upstairs, and I ran through de dining room and into de kitchen.” “Then you did not see Herman Craveit descend the stairs?” “No, Mars Lang. Mars Herman was in bis night shirt, and be ran back after he had pulled de bell wire.” “Did he see you, Hannah?” “I can’t be certain; but I don't think he did, Mars Lang.” “If he did, your life may be in peril, not that he would fear your testimony, but that you might give me information. You must be on your guard, and watch him closely. You must never be alone—never , leave the house by yourself. He must have committed this murder.” "How could he, Mrs. Lang? I haden been back in de kitchen no time when I beard a groan. I ran back to de dinin’ mm door, and was standin’ there tremblin’. when Mars Robert pushed open de front door and run in. He was bareheaded, and I dodged back, as he entered de library door. The next thing 1 heard bin cry: ‘Help! Murder!’ then I hear Mars Merman knock on Miss Hattie’s door and •all her, and saw them come down stairs together.” “Robert Campbell, you say. pushed open the front door and ran in? It must have been unfastened, then.” “The door was standin’ ajar, Mars taag, lak he left it, when he went out to nee who was dar.” “Then you do not think Herman de•croded the stairs after you saw him pulling the wire, until after the murder bad been committed?” “No, Mars Lang, he hadn’t time.” “Do you know when Herman entered •be bouse to-night?” “No, but I know he was in de library, •nd 1 was in de dinin' room, when he passed through de hall and went up to bed.” “Hew long was this before he pulled the wire?” “Oh, a long time, Mars Lang, before I was dozin'—perhaps an hour.” “Did you hear loud voices, as though goar master and Herman were quarreling to-night ?” “No, Mnrs Lang. Ole master nebber quarrel. He say what he mean, but he ■ebberquarrel, and I heard no loud Voices •util T heard Mars Robert’s cries of •Help! Murder!’ ” For a moment the detective stood there to the darkness, in thoughtful silence. Suddenly he said: “You know, Hannah, that it would not have taken Herman Craven long to run down the stairs, strike •hat blow and dash up them again.” “I know that, master; but he couldn’t -Barre done it. If he had already been down stairs when de bell sounded, and hid to master's room, or in de library, he might huve had time after Mars Robert west to de door to have killed ole master ■jkd dashed up de stairs before I heard tout groan and got back to de dining room dtor. He didn’t run Up after that.” |fi*Yoa forget,” said Sellars, “that if he is •he morderer of your master he was down Mairs at the time you heard that groan.” “He couldn't have been. Mars Lang. Wars Herman is not the murderer of ole “Why did he puli the wire and sound (NtebeU? He must have known that Rob|;tot was in the house, and it must huve Mm« tor the purpose of calling him to the “MKher he or old master, Mars Lang. MWamiurt have thought I had gone to bed.” “Yes. either Campbell or your master. You say that when you finally advanced to rtr library door Robert was standing knife in his hand?” *'*Yte» «SB right over ole maker's body. «S tfestlgh be bad just pulled the blade ' •mm his breast. There was blood ou his .*hml and sleeve, and horror on his face. Mtara Herrnaa deneaaced him as master s

AUNT HANNAH'S SECRET.

By H. E. Scott.

murderer, but Mars Robert did not kill ole master. He was not in the house when that blade was driven to his heart and I heard that cry,” “Did you see anything of a bag of coin when you entered the library, Hannah?” "Nothing, Mars Lang." “Has Herman any personal friends, whom he sometimes brings to the house? Young men, probably." “No, Mars Lang; none have ever accompanied him here.” "Do you think your master had a high regard for his nephew?” “He take him in when he come to him, Mars Lang, because he was his sister's son: but ole master had no use for his father, who led Miss Mattie a sorry life, and broke her heart before she died. I don’t think he had much use for his son." “You don’t think he w’ould have given him his daughter’s hand in marriage?" “Never! He know Miss Hattie love Mars Robert, and I often hear him praise Mars Robert up.” "Well, that is all to-night, Hannah. Not a word, you understand, to anyone of our conversation. If Herman speaks to you, do not seem to doubt the guilt of Robert Campbell. To your mistress, say that I will see her to-morrow. Tell her further, that if she has suspicions, to keep them to herself. I do not think she believes Herman guilty; but she must not seem suspicious of him. She must try and act as though she believed the right party had been apprehended, Tell her that Robert Campbell, though in custody, is under the protecting care of Lang Sellars. Now can you return to the house without your absence having been noted by Herman?” "Easily, Mars Lang.” “Then do so, and watch closely. Do not sleep alone. Your young mistress will have many lady friends here in her trouble. Keep Millie as near you as you can. Good-night.” “Good-night, Mars Lang,” said the negress, and she had started along the side of the house for the rear entrance when the detective called her back. “Are Adam, the coachman, and Herman on friendly terms?” he asked. “Adam rather see the devil than Mars. Herman,” said the negress. “Mars Herman ’spect more of ole master's niggers than be do hisself.” “I understand,” said Sellars. "That is all,” and as the negress again started off he joined Calban. “You can go home now, Calban,” he said. "It must be 3 o'clock in the morning.” “I 'spec it is, Mars Lang,” said the negro, as he made off in the darkness. “Another mystery to unravel,” muttered the detective, as he passed out the gate. “Herman Craven's hand must have guided the keen blade of that sheath knife, notwithstanding the fact that Hannah states that it could not have been he. Not a drop of blood on his spotless garments. Not a stain on his white bands, but a damnable one on his guilty conscience. Whether or not he struck the blow, his was the head that planned the murder. He pulled the wire and sounded the bell that for a moment left the coast clear. Campbell was the one man he wished removed from his path. But the bag of coin? Clearly he had a confederate, and that confederate struck the blow and escaped with the coin. Why, Herman had no knowledge of the fact that Campbell was to be there with the coin to pay that note to-night—l mean last night, now—until after he had entered the house and the banker had informed him in the library—and then he did not know that he would bear with him a bag of coin. Not a living soul witnessed that blow, save the one who struck it—not even Herman Craven —unless, perchance, he struck the blow. Hannah alone saw bis blanched face when he pulled that wire, and her oath Would not be admissible in a court of justice. Lang Sellars, you have solved some intricate cases. Solve this, and bring the murderer or murderers of Banker DeRosette to justice. Humph! Not a doubt of it!” the detective exclaimed aloud. "Why,” he thought, “I can place my hand, any minute, on the formulator of this tragedy. Now for the evidence that will condemn him. Now for the unknown accomplice—if be had one—and the bag of coin. I wonder,” he thought, suddenly coming to a full halt, "if I have his full motive. Was this murder planned after he had arrived at the house last night, and was his sole object to get possession of that money? If so, he had a confederate, sure. He might have abstracted a much larger sum from the bank. Ah, yes, but certain detection would have followed. One thing is certain: The object was to get rid of Banker Deßosette. 1 think that had been determined in your mind before to-night, Herman Craven, and if before to-night, why, then the securing of this bag of coin was no part of your motive; but Robert being there with his bag of coin was a Circumstance, though not counted on, yet to be taken advantage of, and shrewdly the matter was managed. The banker is murdered, the bag of coin disappeared, and the man who stood in the nephew's way is in the custody of Sheriff Cobb—presumably a murderer. And lam left to solve the mystery that surrounds the taking off of a good man. I wonder if Mr. Deßosette left a will, and what that document will Reveal? A little time will tell; and now for the grieving mother and sister of the innocent victim of circumstances, who is pacing with anxious strides the floor of a cell in the county jail.” Sellars bad reached the widow's residence ou Walnut street. A bright light shone forth from the front windows, and as he stepped on the piazza a low moaning sound reached his ears from within. “Poor sohls," he thought. “I will soon dispel your agonizing fears, and ere long, I trust, restore to you your son and brother.” And he rang the door bell. ’• CHAPTER VI. Roger, an old family servant, to whom the detective teas well known, opened the door, and a. be MW tbe tail ton. S«l-

lars before him, the excigmatlcn: “Thank God!” fell from his Ups. “Your mistress and her daughter know of the murder, and that Robert is held in custody of the sheriff?” “Yes, Mars Lang, yes; Sheriff Cobb brought Mars Robert here, before he take him to jail. There was a scene, Mars Lang, a scene, and my old mistress and Miss Jennie is distracted. Dat boy ain’t no murderer, Mars Lang. I trot him on my knee when be was a chile, and I oughter know. Rascality don’t run in de Campbell blood. Mars Lang.” “Tell the ladies I am here, Roger, and ask them ” At this moment the sitting room door opened and Jennie Campbell stepped into the hall, with a handkerchief to her eyes. “What is it, Roger?" she asked. “One who has called to bid you banish ail fear as to any peril your brother may be in because of this sad case,” said the detective, as he advanced towards her. “Lang Sellars." “Oh!” cried Jennie. “The great detective. But—but Robert said that even yon believed him guilty of that terrible crime —that you remarked that Sheriff Cobb had apprehended the guilty man,. Surely, surely, sir ” “It is sometimes necessary, Miss Jennie, to divert suspicion from the perpetrators of crime, in order that they may deem themselves secure, and in their fancied security to let them rest until they are thoroughly entangled in the network of their own crime, and a chain of evidence be woven about them that will leave no doubt as to their guilt when they are arraigned before a bar of justice. Such a case is this. So, though seemingly I acquiesced in Sheriff Cobb's opinion and approved of your brother’s apprehension, I assure you that even then I was fully aware that he had an innocent man in custody. Robert Campbell was not the murderer of Alvin Deßosette.” “Bless you, sir! Bless you! Your assurance will give my mother comfort that the words of no other could. Not but that she knows Robert to be innocent, but that you, a wan whose fame as a detecter of crime, and who, it is said, reads man’s lives, their motives and their thoughts, in their eyes and features, as we ordinary people would in a printed book, have pronounced him innocent. Please come to my mother, sir.” “You flatter me, Miss Campbell,” said the detective, as he followed her. “I can scarce speak unmerited words of flattery, sir, of'the man who saved the life of Herbert Russell.” The mother of Robert Campbell sat bowed in grief in a rocker near a table in the center of the room—the most bitter grief she hod ever known, for her loved son lay incarcerated in Wilmington jail, and the foul crime of murder was charged against him. “Mother!” exclaimed her daughter, “here is one who will drive away your agonizing fears, one who will assure you of my brother’s innocence." “If I could have the assurance of one man alone in all this broad land," said the widow, “that he believed my son innocent of a foul crime of which I know him to be not the perpetrator, my heartffwould be comforted. But alas, he also has condemned my boy. You know of whom I speak, daughter—the great Southern detective.” "Madam,” said Sellars, deeply moved; “he whom you indicate, from motives now known to your daughter, or partly so, it is true, did seemingly approve of the apprehension of your son, but let me assure you that in his heart there rests not a single doubt of your son’s innocence. To assure you of that fact, and in a measure relieve yon of anxiety, he is here.” At the first sound of the detective’s voice Mrs. Campbell had raised her tearstained eyes to his face, and now’ a deep sob burst from her breast, and for a moment she seemed choking with emotion; then recovering in a degree her composure, she extended one hand to the detective. “The Lord be praised!” she exclaimed. “Lang Sellars! With him assured of my boy’s innocence, with Robert under his protecting care, all is well. My daughter, i we have nothing to (ear. We will banish ' our tears and moans. God bless you, sir!” (To

EDWARD THRING—HEAD MASTER

A Most Remarkable Man in the Science of 1 d.icatior. Soon after the death of Edward Thring, thirty-four years head-master of Uppingham School, a member of Parliament said to his biographer: “Thrlng was the most remarkable Christian man of this generation. Because he was the first man in England to assert openly that in the economy of God’s world a dull boy had as much ■ right to have his power, such as M is, fully trained as a boy of and that no school did honest work which did not recognize this truth as the ba-1 sis of its working arrangements.”*. When Thring became head-master of Uppingham, a “falre, free grammar school” founded in 1584, it had twentyseven pupils. On his departure from his life-work the school numbered over four hundred pupils. The schoolmas- • ter, as he called himself, had a passionate conviction that education was, In a special sense, a work of God. That conviction was his startlug-imint for school work. One night he had the gratification of hearing a statement that cheered him greatly because it disclosed the formative influence of his teachings. A gentleman, lecturing in the schoolroom on “Education,” told an anecdote illustrative of the value of a teacher’s influence. , A boy, traveling on foot in France, full of spirit and life, bad been asked by Ids companions to start early on Sunday to have a long dny. The boy refused. Being pressed, he said: “No, 1 will not do it; the head-mas-ter will not like it.” The other boys laughed, and said that the head-master was five hundred miles ..way; his excuse was nonsense. But their jeering did not change his purpose. Then the lecturer turned round toward Mr. Thring, and said: “That boy was from Uppingham; that head-master was you, sir.” The school cheered. The headman-1 greatly moved, rose and said, “I I am sure you will all thank the lecturer; I you must feel what I feel deeply. 11 thank the school for giving one such I boy. I think there are many such boys I among you."—Youth’s Companion. |

CUBANS SHOW ANGER.

DON’T WANT TO SURRENDER THEIR ARMS. jjp?: Trouble Over Their Caused Some Anxiety in War Department Fighting Against Brooke’s Troops Deemed Not Impossible. Special dispatches from Washington indicate that there <re differences between the Cubans and Americans of a nature so tense that only the greatest tact and ability, coupled with a compromisihg disposition on both sides, will be able to solve them without results of a grave nature. This seems*tb be the opinion, at the War Department, although officials refuse to discuss the situation publicly. There is less criticism of Gen. Gomez than there was. It is believed that the old general is still pro-American, but that the opposition of the other Cuban generals has discouraged him. ' Although the course of Gen. Brooke is not approved ia all its details by bis superiors, there is no disposition to criticise him for demanding that the Cubans give up their arms. This measure is approved as a necessary one, and if all differences of opinion are to be traceable to this order it is quite likely that Brooke will be sustained by the home Government. But the threat to disarm the former Cuban soldiers by force, if necessary, is not ap-

GENERAL BROOKE.

proved, the policy being to placate rathet than irritate, and Gen. Brooke, more than likely, will be advised to keep this policy firmly in mind. A conflict with the Cubans is not desired, and will be avoided, if possible. It is said that President McKinley has been informed of the situation by Gen. Alger, and that the President himself will take a hand in unraveling the knotted skeins. The Cubans must be treated with great patience. They lack stability of purpose and other sterling characteristics. Recognition of this fact is deemed requisite in handling the questions that have arisen. Washington advices say that the Government is prepared to establish its authority in Cnba at all hazards, although anxious to avoid conflict. Such conflict, it is generally conceded, would postpone indefinitely tbe independence of the island. Secretary Alger cabled Gen. Brooke asking him for a statement as to the reported trotjbles in Cuba. Of the charges against Gen. Brooke made by the Cubans, the Secretary said not one of these hod yet been made, and added: “People who nre put under a necessary restraint are apt to complain of undue restraint.” The Cubans say they are willing to give up their arms to Cuban officials, but under no circumstances will they yield them to the Americans. They point to the fact that every move by the Americans tends to Americanize the island. Americans are favored for government positions; American signs go over the new offices, and the American grip is tightening on everything. Cubans feel that they are being browbeaten and forced into the.background. They are ready to fight again for independence if it is necessary. War, they say. is not desired, but unless an honorable proposition is made promptly it cannot be averted.

AGUINALDO IN HIDING.

Filipino Leader Mas. Not Been Heard From for 1 wo Weeks. Aguinaldo is said to have fled into the province of Neuva Ecija. Nothing has been heard of him for over two weeks. It is believed by Gregorio Pilar, the insurgent general, that the Filipino leader has been deserted by the government. The Spanish prisoners, about 5,006 in number, have been carried into a northern province, and are thought to be beyond American assistance at present. Fire American prisoners jverc carried through San Miguel, but their names are unknown. The have forced their general to countermand the orders that all villages should be burned as they retreated. Gens. MacArthur and Lawton are preparing for nn extensive forward movement. All forces are being strengthened in etery possible manner.

CHINA CLASHES WITH BRITAIN.

I'ussia la Also Arousing the Ire of . the Celestials. Great Britain’s warships and soldiers are in full possession of Kow Loon, occupying a position just opposite the city. The present trouble is the result of a sudden renewal of the native opposition to British control of the ceded territory. la addition to the large military and naval expedition now in the field, the volunteers liave been notified to be iu readiness for any emergency. Troops are patrolling the Europcaicqiiartcr of Kow Loon, ft is reported that Chinese rebels from TungKung invaded British territory, and that two armed gangs robbed the city of Kow Loon. Hong Kong itself is quiet. The territory back of the hinterland is also disturbed, and Chinese troops have been sent there., , . The demand for a new railway concession connecting Pekin with Russia’s present railroad, system in Manchuria is still exciting the gravest anxiety. The Germans and Japanese are particularly uneasy on the subject of this unexpected wove upon the part of the Russians, and it is said that there is a feeling, among the tyomineut Chinese that the moment has come to make every effort in the direction of securing British sympathy and

RAG-TIME ON THE WANE.

Ito Day la About Past, and It Most Make Boom for Something Ktae. “Rag-time music,” said the man who stands behind the counter In a Wabash avenue shop and ladles out harmony by the cord all day long, “rag-time music is about played out It has had its day. Last fall and winter and the fall and winter before that our very beat people were telling each other to take their clothes and go dr announcing that they didn’t like no cheap men. The formula for writing this sort of •tuff is: Two bars of overcoat music and four barber-shop chords. You never heard of ‘overcoat music?’ Well, you will find often in theatrical journals an advertisement which reads; ‘Wanted—One heavy. Must be able to double with brass.’ That means that he must be able to mouth the lines of the tremendous villain and take his part with a tuba in the street parades. “These fellows travel about the country in the winter time, they all wear overcoats on their parades, and the music is jammed into the right-side pocket It is of the simplest kind, of course. You may depend upon it that next winter a different class of songs will catch the public. Sentimentals are about due to come -to the front. We have not bad a ‘Sweet Marie’ season in some years. These things work In cycles. One winter it is love and two winters it is comics, or ‘nigger singing.’ Of course, anything that’s got ‘mother’ in it goes all of the time. The first fellow who comes along with a moan about moonlight and dear eyes and tender tones and a bruised heart is going to stack up like a pile of blues a mile high. Stuff concerning possums and razzers and he sut’nly was good to me isn’t wanted.”—Chicago Chronicle.

Married People Grow to Look Alike.

It’s not to be wondered at that people who spend all their lives together should often get to think alike. What is wonderful, however, is that they should look alike. Yet it is an incontestable fact that nearly all married couples in their old age bear a strong resemblance to each other. According to a Well-known photographer, who has bad extensive opportunities of studying the expressions of various people at different ages, after 30 years of wedded life 90 per cent of married couples begin to bear a marked likeness to each other, and In every case It is the wife who grows like the husband, and not the husband like the wife. All doctors are aware of this phenomenon, but none have hitherto succeeded in giving a scientific explanation of it.

Farmers and Binders’ Twine.

The offer made elsewhere in this papet by the John M. Smyth Company, of Chicago, to furnish farmers with Binder Twine is certainly something unprecedented in these days. The prices are named on the different grades of Twine and the privilege of examination and comparison with other qualities and valuer offered each purchaser. The firm making these offers is one of tbe most reliable and extensive in the United States.

Stern Justice.

“What do you suppose they will de with that tramp who killed the telegraph operator at Turnip Sldiug?” “Hang him, sure. His act delayed freight movements for three hours.”— Indianapolis Journal.

Coughing Leads to Consumption.

Kemp's Balsam will stop the cough at once. Go to your druggist to-day and get a sample bottle free. Sold.ln 25 and 50 cent bottles. Go at oace; delays are dangerous. <

The Scavengers of Paris.

The streets of Paris are swept every morning by 2,600 male and 600 female scavengers.

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Papered Ceilings out of Style.

Householders and others who are arranging for spring renovating will soon notice that all the better class of wall papers are now being made without ceilings, and that ceilings are being, tinted. Any person who now buys paper and papers his house, if he Wishes to be up with the times, should at least tint the ceilings. In such tinting there is only one durable material that he can secure, and that is Alabastine, the unequaled wall coating. What are known as kalsomines are especially bad for ceilings, as the stuff scales and falls off. In fact, the word “kalsomine” has become so unpopular, on account of the goods being only temporary, that the later manufacturer* of kalsomines are giving their material some arbitrary name and not calling It a kalsomine. Every one of the strong points la regard to Atabastlne that has been proved to be such by the test of twenty years, Is picked up by every new manufacturer of ordinary kalsomine and claimed for his goods. These claims, on the face of them, are- ridiculous, but it will take a householder who uses these goods perhaps two or three years to find out that he has gotten nothing but a temporary kalsomine; and by that time the particular manufacturer may be out of the market. Alabastine is a rock-base cement, which sets, and hardens with age. it is the only material that can make the claim of durability and substantiate it by actual time tests. This phenomenal wall coating is adapted to all grades, from the most elaborate free-hand modeling with a machine to the cheapest plain tinting and whitening, and requires only cold water to mix It for use. It never needs taking off to renew, hustles out house pests, sweetens apartments, and fills cracks. Paint dealers furnish card of twelve beautiful tints. A free copy of “Alabastine Era" may be had by addressing Alabastine Company, Grand Rapids, Mich.

Our Industries.

“Cuba seems to adopt our Industries quite readily.’’ “Yes; I’m told Cuban tobacco Is already being produced in Cuba to some extent.”—Detroit Journal.

Th» M<xt Violent Eaploaione ot Cpiuhln* «r» otoppat Knowledge of our duties is often as important as the performance thereof.

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