Jasper County Democrat, Volume 2, Number 23, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 16 September 1899 — Page 3

Worth the Winning.

By The Duchess.

CHAPTER XII. Qriselda, darting homeward through the twilighted garden, after another stolen meeting with Tom Peyton on the garden wall, stops as she reaches the summer house, a favorite resort of Vera’s, notwithstanding the father unpleasant associations connected with it, and pokes in her head to find Vera there. “I’ve come back,” she cries, breathlessly, sinking into a seat and looking at Vera with despair in her eyes. “I have done as you desired me, I have said goodo.v to him forever!” “What did he say? Was he very much upset?” with burning interest. “He said he’d manage to see me in some way or other,” says Griselda, with a heavy sigh. “Oh, well—come now, that’s not so bad,” says Vera, cheerfully, forgetful of prudence at sight of her sister’s grief. “He seems from all I have heard from you a —a sort of a person who would be difficult to baffle. I think I should put faith in that declaration of his if I were yon.” “Oh, he said more than that,” cries Griselda. “Why, it appears that Tom— Mr. Peyton—knows Seaton quite well, and likes him, too. Mr. Peyton says that he, Seaton, is engaged to be married to a Miss Butler, a friend of Lady Riverdale’s.” For a moment there is a dead silence, during which the pretty crimson on Vera’s cheek dies out, leaving her singularly pale. No doubt the surprise is great.

“Is that true?’’ she says. “I should not be surprised, though I confess I am; it is only what I might have expected from my first judgment of him. And one should not condemn him, either; it is not his fault that he calls Uncle Gregory father.” A footstep upon the gravel outside makes them both turn their heads. “What is H, Grunch?” Vera calmly asks as the housekeeper appears on the threshold. “The master wishes to see you. Miss Dysart, in the library.” There is an expression of malignant amusement in the woman’s eyes as she says this. Vera had gone into the library with a , .pale face, but it was with one paler still she came out of it half an hour later, white as death, and with a strained look of passion on every feature not to be subdued. She might perhaps have given way to the blessed relief of tears if she had had time to escape Griselda; but as she finds herself looking at Seaton Dysart, who has at this moment entered the inner hall leading to the room she has just left, all her being seems to stiffen into a cold horror of contempt. She stops short and fixes her heavy eyes on his. “So you betrayed me!” she says, in a low tone that vibrates with scorn. “Betrayed you?” echoes he, starting. There is that in her face not to be mistaken, and a presentiment of coming evil sends a hot flush to his brow. “You are a bad actor,” says she, with a palesmile; “you change color, at a crisis; you have still a last grain of honesty left in yon. You should see to that; kill it quickly, it spoils your otherwise perfect role.” “You are pleased to be enigmatical,” says he, with a frown. “I am, however, at a loss to know what you mean.” “Oh, are you ashamed to keep it up —the deception?” cries she with a sudden outbreak of wrath. "Oh, how could you do it?” “Great heaven! how can I convince you that I have done nothing?” exclaims he, growing pale as herself. “There was no one else awake, there was no one to see me,” says she, trying to stifle her agitation. “What, then, must I think but that you were the one to tell your father of that unlucky night when I was locked out in the garden?” “He has heard that?” Seaton, as if thunderstruck, looks blankly at her. “Why do you compel me to tell you what you already know?” says she, with a little irrepressible stamp of her foot. “If you will listen to what is already no news to you, learn that your father sent for me just now—a long time ago, hours ago, I think.” putting her hand to her head in a little, confused, miserable way. “and accused me of having spent the whole night alone with you, purposely, in the garden.” “And you think that I ’’ - “I don’t think,” with a condemnatory glance. “As I told you before, I know. Your father has insolently accused me of an impossible thing; but even if I had stayed in the garden with you that night, of my own free will, I cannot see where would lie the disgrace he connects with it.” “You are right, no one could see disgrace where you were,” says Seaton, calmly. “My father is an old man, he*-” “Is old enough to know how to insult a woman,” coldly, “when,” with a terrible glance at him, “shown the way. Oh,” laying her hand upon her breast in a paroxysm of grief, “it was abominable of you, and you said—twice you said it,” coming closer to him, and lifting accusing eyes to his, “ ‘Trust me,’ I remember it as though you uttered it but now, and I believed you. ‘Trust me,’ you said.” “I should «ay it again,” says Dysart, “a hundred times again. Gome,” he says, and leads her back again to the library she has just quitted. Gregory Dysart still sits in bis usual chair, his arms on the elbows of it, his face is set, as though death had laid its seal on it, save for the marvelously, horribly youthful eyes, so full of fire and life. “You will be so good as to explain to Vera at once,” begins Seaton, in a dangerous tone, “how it was you learned of her being in the garden the other night.” “What night? She may have been out every night, fog aught I know; she tells me she is fond of moonlight,” replies the old man, impassively, i “Yon understand perfectly the night of

which I speak,” says Seaton, his face now livid. “Who?” he repeats, in a low but terrible voice. “Grunch,” replies Mr. Dysart, shortly,' something in his son’s face warned him not to go further. “You'hear?” says Seaton, turning to Vera. “It was Grunch who betrayed you. You are satisfied now?” “On that point, yes. I suppose I should offer you an apology,” says she, icily. “But,” with a swift glance at his father, “how can I be satisfied when ” Her voice breaks. “Sir,” cries St'uton, addressing father with sudden passion, “why did you speak to her of this? Why have you deliberately insulted your brother’s child?” “There was no insult. I may have told her that if she chooses to do such things as society disapproves of, she must only submit to the consequences and consider herself ostracised.” “ ‘Compromised,’ you said.” “Well, it is as good a word; you are welcome to it.” “Pshaw!” says Seaton, with a quick motion of the hand, as if flinging the idea far from him, “let us have no more of such petty scandal. You forget,” sternly, “that when you seek to compromise Vera, you condemn me, your son.” Dysart shrugged his shoulders. "The man is never in fault; so your world rules,” says he. lightly. “You persist, then, in your insult,” says Seaton, going a step nearer to him, the veins swelling in his forehead. “You still say that she ” “I say that, and more,” replied the old man, undaunted, a very demon of obstinacy having now taken possession of his breast. “I feel even bold enough to suggest to her the advisability of an immediate marriage with you, as a means of crushing in the bud the scandal that is sure to arise out of her imprudence.” “Go, Vera; leave the room,” says Seaton, with great emotion. "Why should she go? It seems to me you give her bad advice,” says Mr. Dysart, looking from one to the other with a satirically friendly glance. “Let her rather stay and discuss with us your marriage with her.” If he had been so foolishly blind as to hope by this bold move to force Vera into an engagement, his expectations are now on the instant destroyed by his son. “Understand me, once for all, that I shall not marry Vera,” says he, white with anger, and some strong feeling that he is almost powerless to suppress. “Were she to come to me this moment and lay her hand in mine, and say she was willing so far to sacrifice herself, I should refuse to listen to her.”

Vera, for the first time since her entrance, lifts her head to look at him. Was he thinking of Miss Butler? Was he true at last to her? A little bitter smile curls her lip. w “I thank you,” she says, with a slight inclination of her head toward her cousin, and with a swift step leaves the room. 4 • CHAPTER XIII. Four long days have crept languidly into the past, four of the dullest days Griselda Dysart has ever yet endured, as she is compelled to acknowledge even to herself. Slowly, with aimless steps, she rises and flings aside the moldy volume she had found in one of the rooms below, and which she has been making a fruitless effort to read, and looks out upon the sunless pleasure-ground beneath her window. She becomes suddenly aware of an unfamiliar figure that, kneeling on the grass before one of the beds, seems to be weeding away for its dear life. It is certainly the new gardener. Poor creature, whoever he is, what could have induced him to come here? Uncle Gregory had evidently found no difficulty in replacing his former employe. Had he secured this new gardener on the old poor terms? Unhappy creature! poverty indeed must have been his guest before he and his clothes came to such a sorry pass! At this moment the “unhappy creature” lifts his head, turns it deliberately toward her, and—she finds herself face to face with Tom Peyton! ' A little sharp cry breaks from her; she stifles it, but turns very pale. “You! you!” she says. “Don’t look like that!” he says, in a low tone, but sharply. “Would you betray me? Remember, it was my only chance of getting near you. Don’t faint, I mean, or do anything like that.” “Oh, how could you do such a thing?” says she, in a trembling voice. “And—and how strange you look, and what dreadful clothes you have on!” “Well, I gave a good deal for them,” says he, casting an eloquent glance at his trousers; “more—four times more—than I ever yet gave for a suit. I’m sorry you don’t approve of them; but for myself, 1 think them becoming, and positively glory in them; I would rather have them than any clothes I’ve ever yet had, and I think them right down cheap. It’s rather a sell if you don’t think they suit my style of beauty.” He is disgracefully unalive to the horror of his position. He is even elated by it, and is plainly on the point of bubbling over with laughter. Given an opportunity indeed, and it is certain he will give mirth away; Griselda, however, declines to 'help him to this opportunity. “It’s horrid of you—l don’t know how you enn laugh,” says she, beginning to’ cry. “I can’t bear to see you dressed like that, just like a common man.” “Well—l think you’re a little unkind,” says he, regarding her reproachfully. “I did think you would be glad to see me. I thought, I fancied —I suppose I was wrong—that when we parted on that last day you were sorry—that you would like to see me agaip.” ' “Well, that was all true,” says Griselda, sobbingly. “Then what are you crying about?” “I am unhappy that because of me you must be made so uncomfortable.” “If that’s all,” says he, beaming afresh,

“it's nothing. I’m not a scrap uncomfortable. It strikes me as being a sort of a lark—h’m —a joke, I mean. I feel as jolly as a sand-boy, and,” with a tender, earnest glance, “far jollier, because I can now see you.” “But how long is it to last?” says she, nervously. “It can’t go on like this for ever, and Seaton comes down here sometimes, and he knows you.” “I dare sqy I shall manage to avoid him. Though I have often thought lately that it would be a good thing to take him into our confidence.” “Oh, no, no, no indeed,” cries she; “he might tell his father, and then all. would be up with us.” “Well, there’s my sister, Gracie —she’s a very good-natured woman, and clever, too. If I were to tell her all, she would tell Seaton, and between them they might manage something. There’s a step! Go away, and try to see me to-morrow if you can.” They have barely time to separate before the gaunt figure of Grunch is seen approaching through the laurels. CHAPTER XIV. . To-day is wet; a soaking, steady downpour that commenced at early dawn is still rendering miserable the shrubbery and gardens. Vera, depressed by the melancholy of the day, has cast her book aside, and, with a certainty of meeting nobody in the empty rooms and corridors, wanders aimlessly throughout their dreary length and breadth. These rooms are well known to her, and presently wearying of them she turns aside and rather timidly pushes open a huge, faded, baize-covered door that leads she scarcely knows whither. She pushes it back and looks eagerly inward. It is not an apartment, after all. A long, low-, vaulted passage reveals itself, only dimly lighted by a painted window at the lower end. It appears to be a completely bare passage, leading nowhere; but presently,’ as she runs her eyes along the eastern wall, a door meets them, an old oaken door, iron-clasped and literally hung with cobwebs. Curiosity grows strong within her. Catching the ancient handle of this door, a mere brass ring sunk in the woodwork, she pushes against it with all her might. In vain. But not deterred, she pushes again and again; and at the last trial of her strength a sharp sound—a ring of something brazen falling on a stone floor —crashes with a quick, altogether astounding noise upon the tomblike silence that fills the mysterious passage. At the same moment the door gives way, and she, unexpectedly yielding with it, steps hurriedly forward into a dark and grewsome hole. The poverty of the light has perhaps dimmed her sight, because after a little while a shadow on the opposite wall, that resolves itself into an opening, becomes known to her. It is not a door, rather a heavy hempen curtain, and now, resolutely determined to go through with her adventure, she advances toward it, pulls it aside, and fiuds herself face to face with Gregory Dysart! He is on his knees, next that peculiar cabinet described in an earlier chapter, and as he lifts his head upon her entrance, ‘ a murderous glare, as of one hunted, desperate, comes into his curious eyes. The side of the cabinet is lying wide open, and, as he involuntarily moves, the chink of golden coins falling one upon another alone breaks the loud silence that oppresses the atmosphere. In his hand he is holding an old and yellow parchment. “I —I am sorry,” murmurs Vera, terrified-; “I did not know; I ” “What brought you here, girl—here where I believed myself safe? Go, go—there is nothing—nothing, I tell you—they lied to you if they told you anything—go, 1 say!” He has entirely lost his self-possession, and is still kneeling on the floor, now hugging, now trying to hide beneath him the paper he holds with his sinewy, nervous fingers. “Go, go, go!” he shrieks, beside himself. He is in a perfect frenzy; all dignity is gone; to the girl standing trembling there it is a loathsome sight to see this old man on the brink of the grave thus crouching, abased, dishonored. “I am going,” she says, faintly. She is ghastly pale; the sight of him in his horrible fright, cringing thus upon the ground, has so unnerved her that she actually grasps at the curtain for support. (To be continued.)

Mutually Surprised.

There must have been about four hundred people at Lake Bennett, writes Mr. Secretan, In his entertaining book, “To Klondyke and Back,” making four hundred different varieties of deathdealing conveyances, for each had to construct his own boat for descending to the Yukon River. The owner of a little wheezy, portable sawmill, Which was puffing away day and night, tearing spruce logs to pieces for one hundred dollars a thousand feet, was getting rich. Anything that would float was at a premium. Once in a while you would see something resembling a boat, bnt not often. As a general rule, the soapbox and coffin combination was the most popular patteru. Some men could not wait to be supplied by the wheezy sawmill, but went In for whipsawing on their own account. One man stands on top of the log, and the other below, ans the saw is then pushed up aud down along a chalk mark. A story Is told of two “pardners” who commenced whlpsawlng. After working a while, till his tired muscles almost Claused duty, the lower one excused himself for a moment, and having hired the first man he met to take bis place In the pit, disappeared. The sawing proceeded until the uppermost “pardner,” all unconscious that he was working with an entire stranger, bethought him of a device to rest Making some ordinary explanation, he got down from the log and quickly hired an Indian to take his place at the saw. The “pardners” were mutually surprised to meet each other shortly afterward In an adjacent saloon.

A Certain Way.

“How can you tell mushrooms from toadstools, little boy?” “Easy! If de guy dat eats ’em la alive next day deys mushrooms. If he’s shifted off de mortal coil den deys toadatools.”

POLITICS TO THE DAY

POLITICS OF THE DAY

DEMOCRAT VOTES NOT SCARCEIt is to the interest, of course, of the Republicans to keep alive the belief that the Democrats were so badly beaten the last Presidential election that their chances of success next year are very slight. As a matter of fact, however, there was not a remarkable difference between the two parties in the total popular vote. McKinley led Bryan by almost an even 600,000, but if the Republicans had polled 150,000 votes less than they did they would have been in a minority, for the total opposition cast within 300,000 of theirs throughout the Union. The change of one vote in twenty from McKinley to Bryan would have made the latter President, and if the 133,000 ballots that were cast by the disgruntled Democrats for Palmer had remained with the regular party nominee a change of only about one in thirty would have been necessary to put him in the lead. It is not true, either, as the Republicans have claimed, that the vote for Bryan fell off from what was expected on the strength of the Democratic vote of previous years. Bryan in 1896. received nearly half a million more votes than did Cleveland in 1892. The Democracy did not gain as much during the four years’ interval as the Republicans did. but, all things considered, they held their own pretty well, even among those who grew to manhood between these two elections, The Democratic party kept itself in quite good shape under very adverse circumstances, and it has recuperated wonderfully since then. In New York State, where McKinley three years ago had a plurality of 208.000 over Bryan, the Republicans last year could muster only a beggarly 18,000 for their candidate for Governor, who had the advantage of a brilliant Spanish war record and a strong personal attraction for a large portion of the independent voters. Other States have done almost as well as New York since 1896, and there is nothing whatever about the political outlook to dishearten any Democrat. On the contrary, the promise of victory is bright, and is becoming more roseate all the time. —New York News. What the Flag Stands For. “The flag,” declared President McKinley, in his speech at Ocean Grove, “does not stand for one thing in the United States and another thing in Porto Rico and the Philippines.” Let us see whether it does or not. The Thirteenth Amendment to the Constitution of the United States provides that “neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as punishment for crime, shall exist within the United States or any place subject to their jurisdiction.” The flag on American soil proper symbolizes this spirit of universal liberty to a remarkable degree. Only In exceptional cases, where a corporationowned judge issues injunctions against strikers quitting work, is there such thing among us as involuntary servitude. But our brethren, the Moros of the Sulu group, are not so fortunate, although they live under the same flag, and their Sultan, for a consideration, has agreed not to “haul it down." Among them, a prominent writer who has just visited the Sultanate declares girls of 15 are valued at five bushels of rice. Another magazine contributor, John Foreman, informs us that “slavery exists in the most ample sense.” We should think it dqes. when, in addition to slavery being hereditary, prisoners of war. insolvent debtors and captives secured through piratical expeditions become bondmen. Whether these prisoners of war. booked for sale to the “Dutch planters of Borneo,” will In future be captured under the flag which “does not mean one thing in the United States and another in Porto Rico and the Pbilipines,” the President does not make quite clear. McLeabn's domination. John R. McLean, editor of the Cincinnati Enquirer, has been nominated by the Ohio State Democratic convention for Governor, and he will doubtless be elected, in speaking of the prospects Mr. McLean says; “Ohio Is good fighting ground this year. The people are in revolt against Hanna, for his tyranny and brutality; against McKinley, for his subversion of the principle on which American independence was founded, and against the Republican party, for Its pandering to the Influences that are hostile to every Interest of the people. I can see my way clear now to predict a victory for Democracy In November. All I ask is the earnest, loyal, sincere support of all Democrats.” This is encouraging and honest talk, and Is In line with the general trend of opinion in Ohio. McLean stands on a true Democratic platform, reaffirming the Chicago document from start to finish, favoring free silver, denouncing trusts, and Indorsing William J. Bryan as candidate for President in 1900. The outlook In Ohio is bright for the Democrats. McLean is a fighter and a shrewd political organizer. He possesses ample means, edits a great newspaper and goes in to win.—Chicago Democrat MecKinley on the War. At Pittsburg President McKinley made a speech to the returned Pennsylvania volunteers and their friends in which he took occasion to say that the war in the Philippines was entirely just and would be continued until the

insurgents capitulated. Under the circumstances. it is difficult to see how the President could have said anything else, for the situation demanded some expresion of opinion, no matter how much the facts might be made to suffer. McKinley asserts that the Phllippines belong to the United States by right of conquest. If that is the case, what prompted this government to pay Spain $20,000,000 for the islands? In either event, what right had the administration to impose a government upon 10,000,000 people who don’t want to accept it and who are fighting against it? But McKinley can not be logical in discussing the Philippine question. He wishes to erect an argument that will justify his course of conduct, but the facts are against him. Therefore, his only course is to Ignore and distort the facts. There can be no doubt that the Republcan administration has blundered badly in this imperialistic campaign. The people are opposed to it, and President McKinley is at his wit’s end in a vain attempt to bolster up his position by badly constructed and fallacious arguments. Porter Says Europe Is Prosperous. Robert P. Porter, whose relations to the McKinley system of prosperity are substantially those of a phonograph to a business office, says that Europe is also very prosperous. This talking machine is now in London, and his opinion of European commercial and industrial matters is thought to be so important that it is transmitted by special cable to tbe American press. Mr. Porter says that he has visited all the countries of Europe except Spain and Portugal and that he has met flush times wherever he has been. Mr. Porter “was struck with the air of general prosperity.” Work is plentiful and there Is nowhere an appearance of want. In the continental cities, Including Paris, Berlin, Vienna and Amsterdam. vast numbers of buildings are under construction. The demand for iron work is greater than European manufacturers can supply, which is the reason w hy contracts are awarded to American manufacturers. Europeans are buying large quantities of American machinery, with which they manufacture articles that come in competition all over the world with similar articles of American manufacture. They purchase their tools of us and then undersell us on our products.— Exchange. Bryan on Trnsts. Thus succinctly did Mr. Bryan put the trust question in his Chicago address: “On the trust question I suggest the following propositions for your consideration First. The trust is a menace to the welfare of the people of the United States, because it creates a monopoly and gives it to the few In control of the monopoly almost unlimited power over the lives and happiness of the consumers, employes and producers of raw material. Second. The President appoints the Attorney General, who will enforce anti-trust laws. Third. The Attorney General can recommend sufficient laws, if present laws are insufficient. F'ourth. The Attorney General can recommend an amendment to the Constitution, if the present Constitution makes it impossible to extinguish the trusts. Fifth. The Republican party is powerless to extinguish the trusts so long as the trusts furnish money to continue the Republican party in power.”-—Phillipsburg (N. J.) News. Altgeld on Hero Wosthip. Compared with the mighty civil war, the late Cuban war scarcely rises to the dignity of a skirmish, yet the heroes of the late war seem to be more numerous than all the heroes, Union or Confederates, of the civil war. We are not hero worshipers, nor, on the other hand, are we devoted to the fortunes of any one man. We view this whole situation calmly, and even coldly. We rate men not by the clothes they wear, but by the principles they stand for, and by the services they render their country. And viewed from this standpoint, never before in the history of any country or any people, was the cause of freedom, the cause of a great people, so heroically and so ably maintained in all its integrity as It has been during the last three years by William J. Bryan. And when we say this, we are not indulging in hero worship, hut are simply recognizing a great fact.—John P. Altgeld. South’s Military Apathy. There is no disposition in the South to desert the flag when it is in danger, still when war is not national but partisan in its character and management, the South feels under no obligation to assist in pulling Mr. McKinley out of the hole. It is no want of patriotism disclosed by the situation, but the quiet resentment, so long as the country is in no danger, of the former scurvy treatment of Southern volunteers by the administration.—Houston Post. No Need of Government Help. If ex-Senator Warner Miller is so confident the Nicaragua canal can be built for $100,000,000, and that it will pay dividends on that investment, why does he not borrow the money, as he says be can do, and build the canal? This would be decidedly more profitable than fighting tbe transcontinental railroad lobby in Congress, which be affirms is the only opposition to the plan of getting the government to invest in the ditch.— Omaha Bee.

RECORD OF THE WEEK

INDIANA INCIDENTS TERSELY TOLD. Murder Is Seen in a Dream - Poison Scattered in on Ice Box—Oil Activity Around La Porte— English Electric Light Concern Assigns. A mysterious affair occurred at the other day. With his face literally beaten into pieces, Elmer Flainilton, aged married, was found near the center of the city at exactly 5 o’clock in the morning by workmen. There was no clew until Alfred Sites, an intimate friend of the murdered man, informed the police that he saw the murder at 3 o’clock the same morning in a dream. He said: "I saw Hamilton walking with five men. I saw them grapple him and after some little time Hamilton fell and did not rise. I made an effort to rescue him from hisassailants and was in the act when I awakened.” Attempt to Poison a Family. A most sensational attempt was made at Anderson by arsenical poisoning to exterminate the Henry Bronnenberg family. The ice chest was opened during the night and the meat, milk and other foodstuffs were impregnated with arsenic and a lead, preparation. The servant made the discovery by accident while preparing breakfast. A slice of meat was analyzed by a chemist and was found to contain enough poison to kill a family. The affair is a mystery. The Bronnenbergs are wealthy and have no enemies they know of. New Oil Wells in Indiana. Excitement prevails in the oil regions near San Pierre over the striking of several big “gushers.” Five wells which had been abandoned have begun to flow oil in paying quantities. Prospectors have leased nearly an entire township, and an experimental well will be drilled in Cass township. A company with a capital of $500,000 has been incorporated for drilling wells in White, Tippecanoe, Jasper and Pulaski counties. Electric Light Concern Assigns. The English Electric Light and Manufacturing Company, operating electric light and spoke factories and doing the largest retail business in southern Indiana in fertilizing and agricultural implements, assigned at English. The assets will aggregate $250,000. The liabilities are unknown. Within Our Borders. Anderson will have a new fair ground. Evansville will have a new stock yards. Worley Leas, 77, pioneer, Kokomo, is dead. 'The Vandalia Railroad will spend $60,000 for improvements at South Bend. Charles Wills, Chesterton, is dead from morphine poisoning. He did it on purpose. Manager Tinman of the Colonade Hotel, Maxinkuekee, is missing, and the hotel has shut up. Two children of John Taylor, English, poisoned by eating pickles kept in a tin cup, have become paralyzed. Lightning struck a barn on the Trotting Association’s race track at Terre Haute and killed five horses. A South Bend dentist who had his carpet cleaned says that $17 worth of gold dust was beaten out us it. Everett Mod, Muneie, was found in the Big Four yards at Anderson with his skull crushed. He fell from a train. Charles Smith started home from Salem and in the evening was found lying in the road with his back broken. Mystery. Clinton Snyder, Pike County, has sued James S. McCoy for $10,000 damages, alleging that McCoy kidnaped his daughter. The Columbia Milling Company’s plant burned at Oakland City, together with 6,000 bushels of wheat. The loss is $l8,000. Laporte Christian scientists will resist the vaccination order for school children recently issued by the State Board of Health. Harry D. Smith. Hoopeston, Ill., and Miss Eva Armstrong, Lima, Ohio, met at Muncie and after four days’ wooing, were spliced. At Ora. lightning killed three horses belonging to Ferdinand Ludwick and knocked his son Henry senseless. Several other horses were injured. Richard Pendleton, colored, Washington, and two friends, all race horse drivers. were attacked by a Huntingburg mob and Pendleton was shot in the back. Judge Wilson, Elkhart, in granting a divorce to Mrs. Noah Whitehead, disposed of the three children by letting the father and mother have them thirty days, alternately. The tin plate strike at Elwood has been practically settled, the men returning to work pending adjustment. W. H. Evans, whose discharge caused the strike, was not reinstated. Fireman Jack Terrel, on the Panhandle, Logansport. -became crazed from overheut and kept giving the engineer wrong signals. He was put in the baggage car, where three men held him. Two women of Nuppanee clambered on top of their house and put out u fire. After the fire was out. they were overcome with the nervous strain, and had to sit on the roof until the men folks returned. Jim Brown, colored, Rockport, was hitten on the hand by a copperhead while "suckering” his father’s tobacco. With the aid of a spring chicken cut open and applied to the bite and a jug of whisky he recovered. Senator Thomas E. Boyd, Noblesville, was held up the-other night. While talking to the robbers he put his hand on his revolver pocket for a bluff. The highwaymen stepped back and the Senator scooted for home. l-’ewer oil wells were drilled in Indiana during August than has been known since oil was discovered. An immense barn at the edge of Peru, the property of the Shirk estate, was set on tire by unknown persons and was destroyed with all its contents, causing a loss of about $3,500. Two women in the plate glass district of Kokomo, Mrs. Bassett and Mrs. Glover. met on the grounds near the factory where refuse is dumped, and fought until