Jasper County Democrat, Volume 2, Number 25, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 30 September 1899 — Page 7

Worth the Winning

By--The Duchess.

aHi CHAPTER XVl.—(Continued.) ||lHniat nirbt is still as death itself, and |||H* sparking brilliance of the slow movltlHf_ craters contrasts with it in tender IjjHHiton. Strangely attracted by it, Vera IgjHez forward, moves down the stone UjHepe that lead to the garden, and with Is|Bfsr footsteps gains the little pathway, fjjHeep and sodden, that leads to the beach. §§!■ Suddenly she draws in her arms, and lllgßshiver runs through her; she turns her f||H n 3 — 10 se® Dysart. |i|H M Yoa are going to marry Lord Shelhe says, his tone more assertive Han questioning. ■“lt is an impertinent question,” says Hiss Dysart, calmly. HH*Yoa are disingenuous. If he has not j||H)t asked you, you know he only waits opportunity to do so. When he IgHoes ” He checks himself abruptly, he has gone too far. little flame leaps into .Vera’s eyes. |||9 M Has it occurred to you that I am very Hrbearing?” she asks, with a curious Hnile. “Does it not strike you as very Hnarkable that I do not on my part Hiestion you back again? that I do not yoi^whom you are going to marry?” He looks as if he was about to make |j|H*r an angry rejoinder, but she checks don’t be afraid, I am not going i§H> put the question,” she says, coldly; Hand after all, why should I?” •tffW “Do you mean,” he goes on, “that yon Hnow of someone I want to marry?” gIM “Let there be an end to this hateful ||Hypocrisy,” cries she, turning to him with HH burst of passionate anger. “You acted ■Hour part for Griselda this morning most ggHtoirably” BH “Vera!” cries he, hoarsely. HjHShe tarns as if startled by that impasIgHoned cry, and then, he hardly knows pHow it la, he hardly dares remember afjj&Hrward, but somehow she is in his arms, i|Hnd he is looking down iuto her frighten|Hd eyes with a terrible entreaty in his * HH “Do you know what you are doing?" SHe says, his miserable voice scarcely |lHbove a whisper. “My darling, my soul. |HITe pity!” More closely his arms bind Bp. He bends his face to hers—nearer, ■ Hearer still, and then, suddenly, a great ||jH>athing of himself fills him. He draws ■Hack with a sharp shudder, and almost ■Hushes her from him. “Go!” he says, veand in another moment she ■Hu turned the corner of the winding HHtaira, and is gone. H| Gene! HB-With a heavy groan he flings himself downward on the cool, sweet, shiftHH>g sands, that moon-smitten lie tremfeHttng. waiting for the dawn.

■ CHAPTER XVII. HBjks Mr. Dysart takes his way slowly |Bround the house, the sound of running SBootsteps coming toward him from a |HHe walk attracts his attention. It is wild-eyed, haggard, her thin ■ray locks, unbound through her unusual ■He, flying at each side of her lean, for■png face. H “More haste, worse speed," says he, BBarcastically. "Is the house afire, or my SKredons nieces dead, that you rush upon ISae with such indecorous abandon?" &Sm "Hush," says she, sternly, with a behind her, “this is no time for jHrlMp like those. Think only of this. §■37*l rt,’’ pausing and panting for breath, BMt I hare setobva ghost." Wm The old man laughs. H “Be silent!” hisses the woman savageBi; “cease your gibes, I tell you. The ■■host I hare seen is—is ” WM “My worthy father, for example," sughe, with a sneer. “No? Well, ;Bome. who, then?” ■ “Michael Sedley!” The words fall from iflpr as though they burn her lips in pass--9 The sneer dies from Mr. Dysarfs lips; dark flush suffuses his face, turning it fSdmost black for the moment, to fade ■>resently beneath the ashen hue that |Bnakes him look like a corpse—a corpse |Btith eyes of fire! He staggers back a tree, and his hands catch con* ■nlsively at the bark of it mM *You are mad, woman!” he says, in a (■errible voice. ■•“Ay, may be. So I say. Mad I am, ISf tt was his ghost I saw. But if I saw {■im in the flesh, how then, Dysart? Why, ■ftne. Well,” with growing excitement, «*ahall it be mad or sane?” §§§:‘*Mad, mad, mad!” shrieks he, furious■T- “All my life you have been my bane, Hay corse, and now, now .what is this ■ews you would tell me? Sedley! Why. !■• is dead, woman—dead, I tell you! ISWhere have you seen him? Speak, I ■»mmand you.” cries he, seizing her arm ■ud shaking her violently. the avenue. I was there watching Bliss Griselda, as you told me to, lest she Hhould go into the woods again, when he ■same slowly toward me through the Bpees, prowling about. He’s changed. Ba’s gone to bone a deal; but I’d know 9>im still among a thousand. Ay, and HjMi’n know him, too.” g|EJt is characteristic of the iron nature Bf man—that rose above all petty Bfjtegidgs to a miserly fear—that as he ■paters the presence of the one creature ■rhom on earth he dreads, he does so ■vith a calm visage and one expression- ■—■ HI« step is slow, methodical as ■pjmal; his face, gray in its pallor, a very ■ftMh- His brilliant eyes alone betray ||lbi keen life that still lingers in the MPSPt old frame, and they look through Bnd through the unwelcome visitor with ■» unblinking gase. “Tpar he says, softly, nay -smilingly, ■xtyding a graceful hand, with a good I “Just that,” says Sedley, in a tone so ipwff common as to contrast painfully gw Ith the polished accent that had gone ■fore. “Years since we met, mate.” ■‘Many,” says Mr. Dysart, sinking care Dt tTt riCk * ty '®j|| <A<lir DGar him-r-sK'u*.it .w. .

downy nest you're been lyin’ In,” says the large, coarse-looking man, with a distinctly aggrieved air. “There’s the injustice of it. You've as much right to this place as I have, when all’s told. And if I can’t get my share ” “ ’Sh—!” breathes Mr. Dysart, softly, lifting one hand. “And—well, so you have come back? Pining for the old country, eh?” “To look you up,” doggedly. ‘To see whether you were in the grave or out of it, partner.” “Partner?” repea to Dysart, as if in gentle interrogation. “In crime!” roughly, as if angered by the other’s tone. “That’s what they’d call it, Dysart, at the Old Bailey, or whatever court it might come before. I’m not particular.” “No—no,” assents Mr. Dysart, with gentle encouragement. “I never blamed you, mind you that. But a lawyer’s a worriting sort o’ varmint. A man should stick to his word, sea I, and when the old gov-ner refused to stick to his, after all his promises to you, why, if you kept him to it, in spite of him, when he bad no longer power to kick—well, who’s to say you were wrong, eh?” 1 “You are very good; very—sustaining,” says Mr. Dysart, slowly. His tone is, perhaps, a little fainter. “Ay, that’s what I am to them as stands by me. And you and I are in the same boat, Dysart; never lose sight of that. I don’t. I’ll back you up as fresh as though it was only yesterday we’d agreed on —on—you know what. Ha, ha, ha!” The old man suddenly stiffens himself, and looks straight at Sedley. “And now what is it you want?” he asks, tersely, his tone'ringing cold and clear through the room, though very low. “Now, I like that. I want part o' the swag. Five thousand pounds,” says the other, coolly. “Five thousand pounds! You must be mad.” “Not one penny less. My silence is worth that—and more. Gome, don't imagine you can impose on me. I tell you, I would think as little of going Into that room out there and telling your nieces of that first will, as ”

“Hush—hush!” says Dysart, in a sharp tone, wild with fear. “Not another word, not a breath on that subject here. Walls have ears. Yotf know the old ruin at the end of the far garden? Meet me there to-night, and I shall see if we can come to terms.” With a last word or two he succeeded in getting Sedley to the door, and there summons Granch, who in truth is marvelously handy. “Crunch! Will you see to Sedley? He is as old a friend of yours as of mine, I think,” says Mr. Dysart, in so genial a tone for him that Grunch involuntarily glances at him. “He is tired, and no doubt hungry. Make him comfortable in every way.” “Yea, sir,” says Grunch, respectfully. She leads Sedley down the passage, and then, with a muttered word to him that ■he should get the keys of the cellar, runs back to Dysart, who stands staring after them with an unfathomable expression in his eyes. “Your will—-quick!” she says, in a low tone. “Keep him out of sight. Let no one see him, or guess at his presence in this house,” whispers Dysart, fiercely, after which he steps back into his room and slams the door, and locks it behind him in a frenzied fashion.

CHAPTER XVIII. It is ten o’clock, and night, like a heavy shroud, lies over wood and garden. Tom Peyton is treading with cautious steps the upper part of the garden on his way to the ruin. Safely he makes his way to the old house, to get the letter he knows will await him there. Poor darling, what will be in it? Further vexations? With a desire to avoid all risks, he elects to enter by the back, where a large rent in the dilapidated walls will enable him to squeeze through the room where the letter from Griselda will be. Voices decidedly, and in the next room. The speaker at this instant is Mr. Dysart. The second voice is strange to him —coarse, vulgar and dictatorial, and very threatening. The voices grow in wrath; the unknown one being loud in vituperation*., And now, all suddenly as it were, the voices cease; there is a strained silence, as if each man waits with drawn sword for the other’s next word, and then—a sickening sound. A dull, awful blow, as of oak meeting flesh and blood, a ghastly groan, and then —silence. Great heaven! What has happened? Has he killed that old man? Peyton springs forward, looks upon the inner room, he stops short, as if shot, to stare aghast upon the scene before him. Upon the earthen floor lies a huge figure, apparently dead, while standing over it is Mr. Dysart, bis face alight with a ghastly hope, his wild eyes gleaming. A heavy oaken stick is in his hand. The murderous bludgeon is uplifted to complete crime already begun—to finish his work, to make sure of the helpless victim at his feet, when Peyton, uttering a loud cry, rushes from the spot where until now he lay concealed. There is an instant’s hush,, a strange hush, and then a convulsive shiver runs through the old man. An ashen grayness has risen from chin to brow. He flings up his arms, for a second or two, dutches foolishly at the air, and then falls with a dull thud across the body of his enemy. Peyton runs through the garden, never pausing or drawing breath until the house la reached. Knocking impatiently with his knuckles and receiving no answer, he so far gives way to- the agitation that is consuming him as to smash a pane with a stone. This brings Seaton in * mblot * or two * pai "

“It is I, Dysart—Tom Peyton, Coma out, come out quickly. Your father,” panting, “Is hurt—is very ill!” “My father!” says Seaton, as if not believing. “But where—how?” “In the garden—up there in the old ruin. Oh, hurry, man, hurry; you can hear all afterward!” Seaton hardly dares to venture a remark, but, having with trembling fingers clothed himself, follows Peyton out through the window in the chill night air, and soon the two young men are tearing like hunted things through the gardens to that fatal old ruin at the end of them. , Here everything is just as Peyton left it. The old man lying dead, with a more peaceful expression on his face than had ever been there while he lived—the other, the stranger, almost as motionless as his enemy, save for a faint quiver of the lips and nostrils every now and then. Who was he? What had # brought him here? Peyton turns to Seaton with these questions on his lips. It is imperative that something about the stranger be discovered—and at once. Seaton is. still holding his father’s body in his arms, inexpressible grief upon his countenance. The old man had been stern, hard, begrudging, but he bad loved his son well, and the son knew it. Peyton touches him lightly on the shoulder. “Rouse yourself,” he says, in a low, earnest tone. “You know this man?” “No—not at all. I never saw him before.” “What! you can tell me nothing? Oh, think, Dysart!” says Peyton, with increasing anxiety. “If you know nothing we shall scarcely be able to see how to act. Exert your memory, man.” “It is useless. I swear I never saw him before.” He compels himself to look again at Sedley, and a shiver of disgust shakes him. “I know only this—that he has killed my father.” “You forget,” says Peyton, very quietly. He would have been thankful, glad, to be able to leave his friend in this belief, but he knew it would be impossible. “I saw the whole thing. There was a quarrel, about what I did not hear, but it was your father who knocked that fellow down.” “Well, it killed him,” says Seaton, excitedly. “The excitement of that quarrel was too much for him. I still maintain that that man caused his death.” He covers his face with his hands. “Nevertheless, we cannot leave him here to die. Come, Seaton, take your courage in your hands. Think if there be no way to avoid the scandal that must necessarily arise out of all this. For—for the sake of your poor father’s mem l ory, bestir yourself.” It is a potent argument. Seaton flushes hotly, and the old touch of power returns to bis face.

Together they carry the two bodies into the house, under cover of the silent night. Mr. Dysart to his own room, and then up the stairs, and through the endless corridors, that other groaning, scarcely living burden; up always until a disused chamber in a remote corner of the old tower is reached, where it is beyond probability that any one in the house save these three who know, will ever seek to penetrate. (To be continued.)

HATS OF OUR ANCESTORS.

Changes that Have Taken Place in Manufacturing Headgear. “Speaking of the hat business,” sadd a veteran of the business to the local historian, “most wonderful changes have taken place since 1850. In olden times soft felt and derby hats were not known, and it was as late as 1843 when silk dress hats were first introduced in this country, this being a French invention, and all silk plush used for hats In the world was, up to this time, made in France. When Kossuth came to America he introduced the soft felt hata* wearing one himself. It did not take American hatters long to take up the Idea, and in less than one year old and young Americans covered their heads with Kossuth hats. They were in shape nearly the same as tourist hats now, only being trimmed up with a nice, long ostrich plume. Along about 1858 an English tourist came along with the derby hat, and in a very few years they became the general headgear In the country, and up to the present date the demand for so>ft hats and derby hats is nearly evenly divided. “In those days all the best class of soft hats were imported from France, and stiff derbies from England. This, however, has taken a material change, as American hats are now sold in all parts of the globe, and It Is a known fact that we produce the most tasty and best hats made. Before the arrival of Kossuth and the English tourist, however, the' Americans did not go bareheaded, but contented themselves with napped otter and napped beaver hats, for the more expensive, and the so-called scratch-up or brush hats for the cheaper. Brush or scratch-up derive their name from the fact that nap was raised on them by means of a stiff brush constructed of whalebones. The first manufacturers who made American production In those goods popular and world-renowned, and who forced French and English hats out of this market, were Riualdo M.‘ Waters, John B. Stetson, J. D. Bird and B. J. Brown. “During the early periods of 1840 and 1850 a dealer was a hatter In fact, else there would have been no room soar him, as all made the hats they sold, all handwork, no machines of any kind, and one who knew how to make a napped otter or beaver hat was an artist, earning S4O to S6O per week being nothing unusual, many making from $75 to $100.”—8t. Louis (Lobe-Demo-crat. v*

Hardly So.

In no situation, probably, is the stammering infirmity more calamitous than In making a proposition of marriage. An exchange gives us this dialogue: Mr. Stutterly to Miss Grace : “M-m*m-iss G-G-G-G-G-G-Grace, I-I-I-I w-w-w-w-w-want you to b-b-b-b-bo m-m-m-m-my ” “What did you say, Mr. Stutterly?” “W-W-W-W-W-W-Won’t you b-b-b b-, be my wu-wu-wu-wu-wlfe, LM-I-I-I s-s-s-s-s-sald!” “O, George, this la so sudden!”

RECORD OF THE WEEK

INDIANA INCIDENTS TERSELY ■- .. TOLD. ' : . V:vV-‘ Consecrated Bishop of Southern Indiana— Anderson Volunteer Forces Hia Father’s Consent-Queer Case at English—Meet After Sixty-five Years. The Rev. Joseph M. Francis of Evansville has been cpnsecrated bishop of Southern Indiana. The impressive ceremony took place at St. Paul’s Episcopal Church. Those taking part in the service Were the following: The Rt. Rev. W. E. McLaren, bishop of Chicago; the Rt. Rev. Thomas Frederick Davies, bishop of Michigan; the Rt. Rev. John Hazen White, bishop of Michigan City. The preacher was the Rt. Rev. George Franklin Seymour, bishop of Springfield. The bishops presenting were the Rt. Rev. Isaac Lea Nicholson, bishop of Milwaukee; the Rt. Rev. Lewis Williams Burton, bishop of Lexington. The master of ceremonies was the Rev. Roger H. Peters of New Albany.

Determined to Go to the War. At Anderson, Chester Wilson, a minor, enlisted for the Philippine service. His parents objected and brought him home. He then adopted sensational methods to pain their consent and is now on his way to the Philippines. Drawing a revolver, he placed it to his head und told his father that unless lie consented to waive all objections would blow out his brains on the spot. The father then signed a paper giving his consent. Wilson is 20 years of age. Arrested on a Peculiar Charge. The excitement over the news that Thomas Bauman hud not committed suicide one year ago, but had hired another man to kill him and paid SSOO for the service culminated at English in the arrest of Peter R. Boyle upon the charge indicated. He gave bond of $2,500. Boyle, who was formerly a newspaper man, but is now a farmer, laughs at the charge. He admits Bauman offered him the SSOO, but that it was offered to half a dozen men. Separated Sixty-five Years. James Green of Marshall County left for Centerville, Mich., recently to meet his sister, whom he has not seen for six-ty-five years. They became separated in infancy, and Green has persistently kept up a search for her half a century, only Ascertaining her whereabouts a few days ago. The other members'of the family mourned the lost sister as dead. Tin Plate Plant ia Earned, The plant of the American Tin Plate Company at Atlanta was badly damaged by fire. The shipping and trimming departments were destroyed and stock worth SIOO,OOO burned. The total loss will reftch $150,000.

Within Our Border#. Elkhart National Bank will pay everybody that it owes and go out of business. There were fifty eases filed for delinquent dog tax in Monroe township in one day. Sanford Coy and Dr. Webb, Madison County, lost their barns at the hands of firebugs. A new coal shaft has been opened at Ingleside. Operators expect to take out ten carloads a day. State labor commissioners and committees of miners and operators, Brazil, failed to agree on the powder question. Gas belt manufacturers have sued the Indiana Natural Gas Company, to prohibit piping of gas outside the State. Mrs. Dorothy Sandilands died at South Bend. She was 84 years old and a sister of James Oliver, the plow manufacturer. The “come outers,” a religious sect that has discovered a new road to heaven, has sprung up in Delaware and Grant counties. Bloodhounds were put on James Brown’s trail, Chesterton, and found the pocketbook containing $2,500 that he had lost. James Ward, one of the alleged robbers of the Flora Bank, who escaped from the North Manchester jail, has been captured. Soudan Bicycle Company, Chicago, will locate at Elkhart, under a guarantee to spend $60,000 a year for three years, before the land is turned over to the company. E. P. MeCaslin of Seottsburg, scientific fanner and experimenter, has propagated a wheat, known aa the “Hoosier giant,” that is worth $5,500 a bushel. A single grain produces from 25 to 95 stalks, that yield as much as a bushel. Patrick Slattery, New Albany, was jealous of John Brasil, because of atten • tions paid his wife, and took two shota at him. They missed John, but one caught his brother Ed, seriously wounding him. Slattery escaped. The biggest straw stack tire that ever occurred in the United States destroyed SIO,OOO worth of straw at the Majestic Distillery in Terre Haute, where it wasstacked for winter use as feed for the cattle in the distillery pens. There were 88,000 bales, worth SIO,OOO, fully insured.

Last spring a tramp, about 21, called at the home of Rev. W. T. McGowan, North Vernon, and was given food by his lb-year-old daughter. There was a few minutes’ conversation, and since that time the tramp and the girl have heen carrying on a secret correspondence. The last letter said that he had prepared a home for her near New Orleans, and, later, he went after her. The father learned of their intentions, and stood gqard at his door with a gun. The tramp .said he would stay until he secured his Intended bride, as she was willing to go, but when citisens took up the matter he left with tears in his eyes, saying he would return and take her. He gawe his name as Walter Schnoot. Marion school children will get forty street car tickets for sl. Hogs nearly chewed up the 2-year-old child of Daniel Harmer, near Fort Wayne, before it was rescued. Eleven car loads of ambulances were started from the Government depot at Jeffersonville for Manila the other day. Kay Martin, New Albany, was fatally scalded by a manhead Mowing out of the boiler in hi* father’s sawmill. Piece of heavy tin water pipe was taken out of a Greencastle residence the other day that is stamped “1833,” the data «t it* manufacture. ~

DE GALLIFET TO ARMY.

Franck War Minister Declares Dreyfus Incident la OaacdL A general order has been issued by Gen. de Gallifet, the French minister erf war, regarding the Dreyfus case, which reads in part as follows: “The incident is Jfiosed. The mi.hta.ry judges, who enjoyed the respect *3, j pronounced the sentence ia perfect aat&e- ; pendeuce. All of us, without harboring au afterthought, bowed to the decknun.. We shall equally accept the act which 41 feeling of deep pity dictated to the president. There can no longer exist the idea of reprisals of any kind, hence I reftewt the incident is dosed.” The Paris Official Journal publishes President Loabet’s decree far the pnrdom of Dreyfus. It also prints the official report of Gen. de Gallifet, minister of wax, suggesting that Dreyfus be released, flea, de Gallifet points ort that, though it is the first duty of the Government to insure respect for decisions of justice, yet the general wish of the country for pacification makes it necessary that there should be an immediate end of the painful conflict. Moreover, Gen. de GaJEfet declares the serious condition of the prisoner's health must be considered, as he is not in a fit condition to stand further imprisonment. The long imprisonment on Devil's Island. Gen. de Gallifet urges, should also be taken into consideration.. Besides, there are higher political reasons for the course he suggests, and the court martial itself has plainly indicated its wish that the carrying out of the sentence should be tempered with mercy.

FILIPINOS DITCH A TRAIN.

Two Americans Arc Kilted— Gea. Otirf* Plan Fails. A party o& Filipino insurgents ditched a railroad train a mile and a half south of Angeles Friday morning and then opened fire upon the derailed cars from a bamboo thicket close to the track. Two Americans were killed and five others wounded. laeut. Lome and five of his scouts, who were on the train, made a vigorous defense and caused the enemy to»flee. Six dead rebels were afterward found in the thicket from which the rebel fire came. Gen. Wheaton, with six companies. proceeded from Calulet to the relief of the train, but his services were not needed. Word has reached the War Department showing that Gen. Otis has sought to imitate the policy employed in Cuba Of buying Filipino a rats, and that his efforts have been unsuccessful. The natives were given to understand that upon the surrender of a gun the militaiy authorities would pay the person surrendering iL S4O and guarantee him immunity from arrest for previous armed ojtposition to the United States and protection for the future. Notwithstanding this tempting offer not one bona fide surrender of a gun is reported. A dispatch from Manila Thursday contained the information that the Fifty-first lowa volunteers bad sailed for the United States on the transport Senator.

BULL FIGHT TURNS TO RIOT.

Disappointed Mexican Spectators Become tnragfd. Failure on the part of the manager of a Campeche, Mexico, bull fight to fulfill his promises resulted in a general riot, during which many persons were badly injured. The manager had advertised fights with six fierce bulls and Spanish picadors were billed to perform the highest feats of the profession, including somersaults over the backs of the most savage animals that conld be procured. Instead of the ferocious beasts, six tame bulls were introduced, and the animals ran away from the center of the ring when the fighters approached them. This enraged the spectators to a degree of frenzy. They tore down the seats and the very ring itself, assaulting the performers and the manager, who, it is claimed, was seeking flight with the proceeds of the tickets sold.

The Political Pot.

Several newspapers have given Secretary Elihu Root the initial “B,” which does not belong in his name. • Henry W. Corbett, United State* stator from Oregon, went to New York in 1844 and worked in a store in Catherine street for $3.50 a week. He slept under the counter, swept the store, and sawed a dollar a week. Congressman-elect Gordon of Ohio, who succeeds Mr. Marshall of that State, has the unique distinction of coming from a district that never sent a Republican to Congress. A Special effort is to be made in next year's census to expedite its oomjAeViom. In the last two censuses (those of 189# and 1880) the publication of the results occupied from five to seven years. In the act providing for the census of 1800 Congress provided that the four principal reports—those on population, mortality, manufacture and agriculture— must he published by July 1, 1802. At the special election in Rhode Inland in June to decide the question of the acceptance or rejection of the amended State constitution the vote, as canvassed, was as follows: In favor of the new constitution, 4,097; against. 12,742 votes. The toal vote of the Slate was less than 17,000 on the amendment*, though in the presidential election off 1890 Rhode Island cast nearly 55,099 votes. Gov. Pingree’s first nomination as Mayor was given him because there nrrimri no chance of his party's success in municipal election. Charles E. Littlefield, whs succeeds Nelson Dingley in Congress, will he the tallest man in that body, being six teat five inches in height. Gov. Joseph D. Sayers of Texas owns the first Federal flag captured by the Confederates in the war of the rrhrfßaa He intends presenting it to Gw State Historical Society. ■ , Patronise these who adveruae. ,

STATE CAPITAL CHAT.

The .amunail reprett <*t Sfesta r B&aftdMby mrelbe* m reflnareef I.TIS paces. The gmefiwc puura <#ff nlhe nvpwet 1 ieufs with Jibe coal -scypfty- aa»fl at tt&hs wock Dr. Gecnjge H. A-dbVy off CalSftwraia has asThe <fC%Be <*ff real aanl ifis vrarf•ons prnwsses aune areoffltod afi length, and the geeilogy tribe real ife&fe and fiftw Biff* existing Aiming rite real ;«spe Es treated. EWrtrem reamm** wtr tibe Statue hare real ®n deriving: ttftam, ami! threw- are- fimvoty«x ««nsnmies iin wfc&dfe <o«aD is found, cwr•erirng am area »ff s»ctu*ine smile*. Thegetflpignsn reanmafire ttftaifi fiftmte ns enough werrfcalde «m 1 in ttftv State tt» Hast 3feM> Years. It is .esnunumeit fiftszt tons icwafl Stare- ftieem ntMß»redL that tMAtuns off retail remain tinder ate surface, and Ohms tam» ‘can yrtt be maned. Knmx CiHmty » said tto have tfihe aiM reuiß. tSufl&raa Chanty lias more dm ~’-mclhtt~ arnfi Cftaj County is trite rest Jtrtlirreiljr e'Bpajp'd ian nunumy In fibe 'Cmatside.’-i.tii.ai «>ff fiiht .awmic and finuitchaU -tdfie off <t otaS an *st-naafie hs ba-jie <«rf rite off which an. In--dianupwili- anna wrouiW pay for a ton of ■coal, w'kidh -dien-*-- tifbas 3> rents of th«- *«’ gt»es itie tllhe ongEhiiif oiwnnr of the «a*L 3 reatts goes tin trite tt-aprjiai! invested. W remr-s gw- tfe Ilaftitc and mime expentoot. 13 sensDs -guts; ttw ttiht- msan. win* operates rite anaate. 3A sonars gees fist ormoport*ttdon aatd SWt remits ipees t<» trie- retailer. Reibetnt Fikfttetr. Staathe auane inspector. Shows shunt 3,Birir..'tW4 sums mere mined La ItiSIK. wih-tthi Is a® iiaurtreawe off l-MBS •iire*r rite oiitsjpnn off ISBCI and an increase ojff t«2fid2SS wans over fiftac off any previous ywatr. Ln D'Si.P 9t3S> miners were oanffdofyied in sftte SSttaffle-. Tie- seport states that sftte dWmtand! ffoc uoaf will increase *s Site -mpqdji off gats (fiminishes, ■and it is .esaiiattasetd Shat trio- itaffpafi off icoaS w3!O arntreatse fee tons b«ff«re ISWR. The tbMtaß pcoteriitii: off p*troleirai iim wjts 3L«3BdS«Kr ftaatrefo. at* remijia-rea win hi 4X5.113# htunireits in E3OT. »or at less off tOOtHlSini ftsarmefts.

The neKnOtfs .off tfihiie y.cauF:* muck of tin* State tbeuwd wff tax tftt/auaiiafssuMwfiw- are shown in Kibe angwmlttd naWkes. The boards assesses naiib'Mftds, mrb«ar®g& anil telephone eeaiiifuaijek. wxgmeas toMprafies ami slewing **r 'o*m®insii»es Thr tax as no. Kibe tcvwastne* in aw«*n4a»ne with außnape, The real estate assessment as amt id* aw by the buunlL Ct hoard many ajqwaSs. hrmrwr- aoul eha aged many iasseswawntts by .esimny boards. Nliiie-s, Ass.smmtf&t. Main uracit tftrSg •* *ttgrErt#9l* Second ruuau :»•».*» MuOfokS* fade track £SlK>;#r T.SoC.^Mb Bulling* >ci .... .«£2%a»i BtaJh-KJ# uni right stf way * Total ...XKSI;Sba,SMd Teitsprjfjih.. ic wxgmes* and sleeping weroapanulfC Telegraph -u:ufl lt;ft*tpiu*ne -me panic* ........ *XhS»#«r Sleiptng ear ctinQUiniiW*. lUKfcWvfc Express cciEjianih* UMUUSNS. Total ifssessmeaii BaSkmada. :**Oe graph. tteJephMW .uatil ■shw'juuc car and extires* .miaymmo. -SMBUNAIiM Steal estate:: Xssessnjt by fhiwnay ■mbhO. Hoe.. I)ve. Liana* .IBHgi.-Wa.OS. OfcSßuatt Improvement* •on land*... SHMUr Land* and iugtrweini'* ftur.'r.t.lK;;: — gSSUttKT 3Pu33 lmg*ro»-,«u>ean* •on lot* WShSTLSS. *JGuO(. 3SUXII!’ Land* and iagnottHOM’* Ihlii.lliEhWlX .. . Per*.*® a a prapeny . XZXeMUCO «***.«*> Se; iuerease. ■23MBg L. S*. MatfibiilL. ats*a*caia« CVm®cn*lleff •iff the Tpem-nry ;att WnsaaiagSiiOL IX CL* in the matter .«nf the off th*e State off Indiums ff.«jr nibe metyei.my ® • settlement .off tS*e ihaiiaiuw- ieff rib*- ehi-Ln*. ! of the tsrsfe f*«r fS'XCJsCIH. bin* JaAnj that, *±tibf»ngb aai la* JmfigmaniK nils irruini is a to'rffetKHy jjnsK toe-, he vitihmt jKiwcr »#> nffinnd any nwmely. aaul cib-re-fore the njqifieaKjein 5* liboimdL It aippeor* t.hat at the bowiaßkiiaic .cam iff n!be waur iff the relielliooi the Santtte maw- htows® tustirvly without fund*, nnd ufttat w* ennible th*e State a.o nasqMind a**> the calli it Ihe Pnesidenff ff*«r arw«*gi* iht bvcaaus mrresarv to raise meooy on a Ibaoi icpua Blue credit -tiff the Sbatsu Tie-se booth* msene sold at a discoimt S£4£?JWC. mhwhy with intenesit, bmtfcjmape ami <**&«- n-ts-ust-K. Hiring* the anneuot *ciffl impai»i up to the *Jnm sttatied. The «fisiia& &* mule under the ynwvhwms iff the iff Jftfljr 2!a. 1861, which iffimect* the Sbcwflamy Che TWstcry *e pay to. a®y Steal*- the emrtw jtrwfierly imraiaTned a® raiwimjg tnnosps.

Ybe second giKn«w2 seteMa <rtf she- National wff strain*- Liikrariaan* will he held at ttibc a«- boome i® -a** •city from Oct. 24 me 2& ami the Ifers* session w3i he at.'Si teVAwtlk t»oi Ttnesdkay evirating. Orff- 24. The a»fttoes* wd wvftteonr will hr hffiwwd by taonr. MxutC and! rtfee wSSI he by Artfcasr X. Chase «.ff New Hampshire.. TTbnreday amcmagg wittly will he AMH/tcd me a gtewtall ****»««. TW afw>:nr»»«« will he jguwn *r<w me ing. The -eWlthoi teff lodhtens. wiiili rUaw the session. Scereffaay «#tJ Stattir Haag bat* r*v*£vod letters soma K_ SrikßEiasg. muyal] Ftrossia® firweraax®t atswsswr. ami Chow*- C- Bt -drs Mimas «ff FVaax*-. a*4mjg dhe- utfiHratarami *»*»»<* *nßiatg the Mignodßltnmal mineral prodotas <mT Imffiasm. hoc is are travdiug in Aanraiim. gatthuriktst Da&wrms*ti™ aWacg this Sine, me he prepared W their rwpwvffime cennfluyantai. B*i WO* ame thattmng us AmfeeMOL. MSe Steam 3K. rate Oty„ w«nu -a* serai since.. Lafayette s* HOmT tame baa imri apples! ions tttaun iwmjl A, 14. tSehiie'-* ifiwry ham. CteauHrswMfcv is in ashes. Loss 43U9MW. Italy Duuniefts. «?. VaHjasawov. aatrad Miss IVart Haaaanmd. KL { Clwfhraaoa and IVcaw may amide ami cal ate am by a arar some. A oeffiee puff and Mr*.. Mary Baity. tern*, was tedUy a«U H IXllflin IjnlwßU "jllHOflU, 4 IflH Ultfil Gal Twwv~ i ffhrt Stated te . - * r*T" 25513: