Jasper County Democrat, Volume 2, Number 29, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 28 October 1899 — Page 6

CHAPTER ll—(Continued.) “How can I teach them when I know | nothing?” she asked. I; “Yon have plenty of knowledge, and | iwhen it fails I will supply what you may H Steed,” he said. “I have succeeded in a | pleasure. But one life is not long enough lor the work. You must carry it on for ?■ jne. The grace and beauty of the woman l teacher will do more even than the fame I and skill of the man. Leah, try to appreciate, to understand, the grandeur of the f mission I give to you.” A light shone on the girl’s face. “And do you think I could do all this, father?” , “Think! I am sure of it! Did not Joan of Arc, a girl feeble and frail ns you, lead ‘tast bodies of troops on to victory?” “Heaven called her,” said the girl, reverently. “Heaven calls you,” he declared solemnly. “A girl saved the French crown; « girl-queen saved Hungary from deetruction in the olden days; Judith saved her country, Queen Esther her nation. It neems to me that from time to time women are raised, up to save a great people from destruction. You, my daughter, are one of these.” She grew pale, and trembled under the weight of his words. He took her hands In his, and looked at them lovingly. If ?' he-were a false pretender himself, he did not mean for her to be one, and he knew that nothing succeeds like truth and earnestness. “These are little hands,” he said, “to hold the great, bleeding heart of the peo-ple-little hands to plead and implore, to raise and beat down. But you must do It, Leah. I see the grand spirit of noble women sweeping over you. Be a modern Judith, and slay the monster Royalty.” She shrank back pale and trembling at these words. I “I can slay nothing,” she enid.

•■ ’ But he did not scorn to hear her. He wa* looking at her, trying to weigh the effect of her graceful young loveliness on the hearts of men. p “Leah,” he said slowly, “yon will do better than 1 have done. You will make a fortune.” 4 A flame, almost of fire, spread over her beautiful face. ; “Make a what, father—a fortune? I thought you gave up everything to the people you taught— not took from them?” i “Certainly,” he answered hastily. "But there must be funds provided for the organization of such a grand movement as ours. Nothing in this very prosaic world can be done without money, Lenk. One f way of raising money is by giving these I lectures. They serve two purposes—they find the means to enable us to carry on | ! the war, and they teach the people.” The girl’s face fell, and the light died f out of it. || ; ‘I would rather enrn money in some | other way,” she said. | He interrupted her eagerly. “The earning of money is the least part f of it, Leah; do you not see? It is true we f must have money, but the teaching of the I people is the principal thing.” “Tell me what they waut to be taught,” riie requested. “I have no more time Just now,” said f Wartin Ray. “There is a meeting of the | delegates at three, and I must be pres- | ent. I will find leisure to teach you, } Leah; and, believe me, a grand mission lies before you.” | But on the face of the girl there was * no light of enthusiasm—nothing but the shadow of doubt and of fear. Leah Ray hud plenty of spirit—she inherited it from the Hattons, but, with ail her courage, she dared not tell her father what was in her heart. She had been Indifferent at first as to what she had to

do, now she hated and loathed it. When, one evening, her father gave her permission to leave a conclave of some of his political friends who had gathered to hear her repeat a speech he had taught her, she went to Hettie to seek comfort and consolation. “I can never go on with this work, my gpiding!” she sobbed. “Ob, Hettie* what must I do? 1 hate it all so. What shall ;I do? My father will be ao angry when I tell him.” “It seems almost a pity that you are so beautiful and so gifted, Leah,” said Kettle, compassionately. Leah stood by the window, her face raised to the sky, where the golden stars [ were ahining. k| “Do you remember, Hettie,” she said, | “how the three Hebrews prayed in the I fiery furnace? I am in a furnace of fire |VOW. I stand between my own hatred j«f what my father wants me to do and jfny father's anger if Ido not do it. Who deliver me from it? Who will take |pity on me? lam so helpless. I have Sift friend. Oh, Hettie, Hettie, I feel I moat pray to heaven to save me from this |<urnace of fire!” ip* next afternoon was close, heavy fluid dull. Out of doors the atmosphere Was oppressive—in the house there was Warmth without brightness; and Leah play, with a dull pain at her heart, stood ■Waiting her father’s return—waiting to pell him that she never could and never Would become what he wished her to be. [ It was late when Martin Itay returned. |He was not in the most amiable of lesoods; something had gone wrong among 3U>e delegates, and he was ruffled and anIpQlve me my dinner,” he said, brusqueH&-; and the two girls hastened to serve gptai. “Mind,” he added half fiercely to pda eldest daughter—“mind that you IjiftUdy well to-day. I must give you a Besson this evening; last night you did seem so willing as I should like to §j|»ave seen you. Understand that there pi td be no shirking; you must do what jpLeah,” said Hettie, trembling, “do Ipot ppeak to him to-night—he is angry, IgOn aee; wait until to-morrow.” ; *%»’, I could not rest another hour,” her pjfhe Voice of the People” had dined Kell; he bad taken up the only consolagpen that never failed him—his newspaliftf and Leah, looking paler and more

BETWEEN TWO LOVES

BY CHARLOTTE M. BRAEME.

determined than she had ever looked before, went tib to him. At that very moment a carriage rolled up the street and stopped at their door; then came a loud peal at the bell, which the little drudge of the bouse, with a very black face and hands, hastened to answer. They heard a loud, peremptory voice asking if Martin Ray was at home, and the girl’s answer: “Yes.” “Give him this,” said the same voice, “and tell him that I am waiting—waiting, you understand.” “Who can this be?” observed Martin, with a wondering look at his daughters. The little maid solved the mystery by appearing with a card. “He says he’s waiting,” she half tvhispered, with a nod of her head toward the door. Martin Ray took up the card and read: “General Sir Arthur Hatton, K. C. B.” “Sir Arthur Hatton?” he murmured. “I know no such name. Hatton?” Then memory suddenly awakened. Was not Doris Hatton the name of the only woman he had ever loved, and who had died because he was not what she believed him to be? Sir Arthur Hatton? It must be some relative of hers and of the proud father who had died without forgiving his only daughter for marrying him. Then he remembered that his wife had spoken more than once of a soldier brother away in India. “Ask the gentleman to walk in," he said to the servant, and the next minute Gen. Sir Arthur Hatton was ushered in. At the sight of the two beautiful faces he uncovered his head and bowed lo\v. “Are you Martin Ray, demagogue and agitator?” he asked. “I am Martin Ray,” replied the master of the house. “I am Gen. Hatton, the brother of the unfortunate lady whom you stole front her home.” “What is your business with me?” asked Martin Ray. “I want the satisfaction, first of all, of speaking my mind to you; and, secondly, I wish to know what has become of my sister’s children.” Hatred flamed in both faces as the two men looked at each other; hatred fiasned from their eyes. “I have not asked you to my house,” said Martin Ray, “nor do I wish to see you here. State your business quickly, aud begone.”

CHAPTER 111. It was an impressive scene. The fine, tall figure of the officer was drawn to its full height, his face was expressive of intense scorn. Martin Kay seemed to shrink into insignificance before him, and yet he faced him with a desperate kind of courage. The two girls had drawn close together. as though seeking protection from each other. The wan sunlight lay in yellow bars along the floor. “I have not come hither," said Gen. Hatton, “to bandy words with you—to seek a quarrel with you. You are one with whom no gentleman could quarrel. I have a message from the dead, and I wish to deliver it. Show me my sister’s children.” “They are here,” said Martin Ray, not without a certain amount of dignity—“the good children of a good mother.” Gen. Hatton waved his hand with a gesture of scorn. No word about his dead sister could be tolerated from the man whom he thought utterly vile and base. He went to the girls, who stood, with fear on their faces, hand in hand. The composed, well-bred manner, the low bow, and the courteous bearing were something novel to them. He looked into each sweet, shrinking face. “My sister'a children,” he said, “have you uny word of welcome for me? I bring a message from your mother.” Leah freed her hand from her sister’s clasp and held it out to him. He drew her to him, and kissed the pale young face. She found that he was trembling with agitation and emotion. Then he took Hettie in his arms and kissed her also. “when I left home, and your mother was much younger than I. She was my dearly beloved sister, playmate, and treasure. It was a great grief to me to be obliged to part from her when I went abroad. I remember her face, and in yours I see some trace of it. What word of welcome have you for me?” Impulsive Leah threw her arms around him, and raised her face to his. "Welcome home, dear uncle,” she said. “What is your name, dear child?” he asked.

“Leah,” she replied. “Leah! It is a beautiful, sorrowful name. Why did your mother give It to you? Did she foresee a shadow in your life? You look like Leah; no other name would suit you. And you?” he continued, turning to the younger sister. "I am Hettie,” she said. “Heaven bless you, my dear; you have a sweet face of your own! Your mother bade me—here is the letter—you can read it—she bade me, when I returned home, seek you, find you and save you.** “Save us!” cried Leah. “From what?” “She must have known what she was writing,” replied the general. “She was sweet-tempered and never complained; but she died young, nnd «*f no /complaint to which men could give g name. She was not happy, and she asked me to save you.” Martin Ray stepped forward. “I will not allow you to speak in that fashion,” he said. “Their mother loved me, and they love me; you willloever set my children against me.” “I have no wish to do so,” said the general, coldly. “Knowing your true character, as I suspect my sUter knew it before her death, I can imagine you to be quite unfit to have the charge of young girls; therefore I bring their mother’s message to them, and they can make their choice." “Why am I unfit?” cried Martin Ray, his face white with rage—“in what way?” “i, judge you from your public character. You are without honor, honesty and loyalty; you are the very ringleader of sedition; treason is a natural atmosphere t H

to you. Yon live on the hard earnings of the people you mislead. Yon spread disaffection, rebellion, ruin, misery and death wherever you go.” A low cry came from Leah’s lips. It seemed to her that these words of her uncle’s gave life to a horrible specter that bad always haunted her. “If,” continued the soldier, “you were honest, I should have some respect for you. But you are an impostor; yon, and such as you, live on the bard-ehrned peace of the men you deceive. If you gave to the people, instead of taking from them, one might have some little faith in you.” “I have given my life to the cause I have at heart," rejoined Martin Ray. “You are not a fit person to |pve the charge of girls like these. You vyould sell them, heart and soul, to further your cause;” and Leah shrank at the words a sudden pain piercing her heart. “Yob value their youth, their fresh, sweet grace and beauty, only so far as they will help you and lure men to yorfr belief whom you cannot teach yourself. I declare to heaven,” he continued passionately, “that 1 am relieved and grateful to find them as they are. I should not bAve been surprised had I discovered that you bad, even youug as they are, tried to make platform orators of them.” The random shot went home to the very heart of Martin Ray, and blanched Leah’s face with a great fear. This was indeed the furnace of fire from which she had longed to be free. “My children are my own,” said Martin, “to do as I will with.” “They are not all your own,” rejoined Gen. Hatton. “A dead hand is stretched out from their mother’s grave to save them. They belong to her, dead though she may be, as much as they belong to you. They have no business with you; you are no fitting guardian for them. Those two girls have good blood in their veins. Their ancestors were loyal; they gave their lives for the safety and wellbeing of the throne that you are trying to overthrow; they lived and died in the service of the royal race that you would destroy.” “There is one thing you must allow me to say; you have not been in any great hurry to fulfill your sister’s wishes. She had been dead some years; it must, therefore, be rather late to save my children, as you choose to express it.” A deep flush coveted the soldier’s face. "It is true,” he said, "that I have been neglectful in this matter; I reproach myself bitterly for it. When that letter came, I ought to have started for England at once; but 1 did not, and other interests drove the subject from my mind. I will make all the amends I can. Armed with my sister’s authority, I am here by her wish to save her children from the fate that, living with you, an agitator and impostor, must of necessity bring upon them.”

“My children are my own,” repeated Martin Ray, with difficulty repressing his passion, "and I shall keep them.” "You are unfitted for the charge. You are a disloyal subject—you have spent some of the best years of your life in prison; what can you have to do with the training of innocent young girls?” A cry from Leah interrupted him. “Is it true, father?” she said. “Have you been in prison?”—while Hettie went up to him silently, and placed her hand in his. In the midst of his shame and exposure one at least of Martin’s daughters was faithful to him. "Is it true?” repeated Leah, in a voice of anguish that smote both men with regret. “I was a political prisoner, Leah,” he replied; “and that is a very different matter from being a common felon. Kings have been political prisoners before now. I am not ashamed of it” —yet his eyes drooped before the wistful, imploring gaze of his best-loved child. “1 am not ashamed of it, Leah,” he repeated. "I come,” said the general, “to make a proposition; how it will be received I know not. I make it in my dead sister’s name. I abhor and detest the principles and teachings of Martin Ray; I hold them in such supreme contempt that I can never after this day have any communication whatever with him. I would rather cut off my right hand than let it touch his. But his children are the children of my dead sister, and I am here to make them an offer. I am a rich man; I have been married, and my wife, in dying, left me a large fortune; besides which, all that I have undertaken has prospered. I have no children, no relatives save my two nieces, and consequently no one to succeed to my wealth. • I shall never marry again; and I propose, in accordance with my sister’s wishes, to adopt Leah and Hettie and treat them as daughters of my own. I will educate them, find a proper chaperon for them, introduce them to their proper sphere, and I will divide my money equally between them.” (To be continued.)

Judicial Cruelty In Hungary.

A revolting Instance of magisterial cruelty In the Hungarian village of Mocsa, In the county of Komorn, has just come to light. Last November the offices of the community were broken Into and some money was stolen. Thirteen persons were arrested, and on their refusal to confess were abominably tortured. They were bound hand and foot and beaten with bQxwood sticks by the magistrate and his assistants, who also lighted methylated spirits under the bare feet of one prisoner, and then poured the burning spirit over them. The unhappy wretch, In order to escape further torture, said that he had taken the money and burled It near a pond. His persecutors, on to find It became more enraged than eVer. and ran pointed knives under bis finger nails. Other prisoners were starved for days, and with their hands tied behind them, were bound to frames and left there until they fainted. After all these borrons the actual thief, who was still at liberty, gave himself up to the public prosecutor at Komorn,—London Standard.

A Remarkable Performance.

A man from Pine Knob stood watching a performance on a slide trombone. Suddenly seizing a companion’s arm, the Pine Knob man excitedly, exclaimed: “Look thar, Llge.” “Whut’s the matter?” “Look thar, he done U again.” “Done what?” W’y “crowded tno’n half that blamed ho’n inter his mouth. Did you see that?”—New York Anecdotes. *

•—St. Paul Pioneer Press.

WAR WILL BE ACTIVE.

Campaign in the Philippines to Open !■ oon on All Lines. Secretary Root hopes the campaign in the Philippines may be opened all along the line within the next three or four weeks. Although there have been some military operations recently, he says the campaign is not fairly on yet. Gen. Lawton has been sent north to occupy San Isidro because of its strategic importance, but this is only preliminary to the regular campaign. Secretary Root has been informed that the rainy season is about over, but the country is still suffering from its saturation. There are many inundations, and the soil generally b so soft as to make military movements exceedingly difficult. Army officers vary from three to six weeks in their estimates of the length of time it will take for the country to dry sufficiently for the American forces to move with reasonable facility. The plans of the War Department are matured for active work as soon as it is possible to advance with ease and the American lines will be pushed in all directions against the Filipinos. It will be possible to maintain this movement, because of the steady stream of volunteers to he poured into Manila as re-enforce-ments. Much attention has been given to making provisions for the sick and wounded. The present hospitals have accommodations for about 2,000 patients, and Col. Woodhull reports only 1,847 beds occupied by patients, including convalescents. The War Department is making arrangements to have accommodations for 8,000 patients, which is believed to be more than ample even for the enlarged army in an active campaign.

STATUARY AT PHILADELPHIA.

One of the Handsome Group* Shown at the Export Exposition. The accompanying illustration shows one of the very handsome groups of statuary on exhibition at the National Export exposition which is now taking place in the city of Philadelphia and will continue there until Nov. 30. This group la typical of the woolen trade, and is a

good example of the different representative groups to be seen at this unique exhibition. «

WONDER OF SCIENCE.

Telegraph Machine** Capacity 18D,OGO Word* an Honr. The Guardian Trust Company of Chi-, cago baa secured absolute control in the United State* of the patents of the Poi-iak-Virag automatic telegraph system. The importance of the invention lies in its extraordinary speed performance. A revolution in sending press and ordinary business messages is expected to result from the introduction of the system. The. maximum capacity of the machine is said to range from 80,000 to 150,000 words an honr. t - ■ ’

Old Laws Against Football.

People who are beginning to protest that roughness and brutality in football games should be prohibited, by legal enactment if necessary, can find plenty of encouragement in English history. As tar back as the sixteenth century King James issued a royal mandate forbidding all “rough and violent exercise—such as football, meeter for laming than making able the users of it.” Football in England is now In as bad a condition as baseball in this country. Patronise those who advertiaa.

HIS LESSON.

HOW BOERS ARE ISOLATED.

Cut Off from the World Except at the Pleasure of the Knglieh. One great disadvantage under which President Kruger and his doughty burghers labor is the fact that they are entirely isolated and cut off from communication with the ontside world, except at the pleasure of their enemy, the English. Not only are the Transvaal and the Or-

MAP SHOWING SOUTH AFRICAN CABLES.

ange Free State without a seaport, but they cannot send a word by telegraph outside of their own little territories without the permission of the English Government. The cables which encircle both the east and west coasts of Africa, as shown on the map, are owned by the Eastern and South African Telegraph Company, which is, of coarse, under the control of the British Government.

CURRENT COMMENT

Cables from South Africa report that a balloon has been seen high in the air passing oat towards some of the Boer strongholds. If the report be true the balloon is probably one of those sent out some time ago for use by the English forces. These war balloons have each 10,000 cubic feet capacity and are filled from steel cylinders containing the necessary gas under pressure. In addition to the balloon corps for observation purposes the English authorities have made arrangements for the rapid erection of high observation towers, from the top of which, it is hoped, the hiding places of the Boers may be spied out. The purchase of a large number of horses in the United States for the use of the English army in South Africa is made necessary by the fact that even with the elaborate horse registration system in force in Great Britain it is impossible to secure all the animals needed for immediate service at home. In time of peace the military establishment of England requires for its use a total of 13,500 horses. In time of war this total jumps at once to 28,749. Horse buyers for the army are now at work, not only in this country bnt also in Canada, in Australia and in Austria. A new problem is pressing for solution on the Pacific coast. It promises to become even more serious than the “Chinese question.” According to the census of 1890 there were at that time 2,039 “Japs” in the United States. Since then the immigration has steadily increased until the total number of Japanese who came to the United States in the fiscal year 1899 was 3,395. To-day, according to the estimate of the Japanese consul at San Francisco, there are no less than 20,000 “Japs” in this country, most of them on the Pacific coast. In one way, and that a financial one, the Dreyfns trial at Rennes was a direct benefit to France. AH the telegraph and telephone lines in the republic belong to the Government, and the great demand for news of the trial increased the receipts from telegrams $120,000 and from telephone messages $60,000 while the case was on. The popular idea that ail South Africa is not far removed from savagery Is contradicted by the fact that in Cape Colony alone atkere are 6,009 miles of telegraph poles, carrying many times that number I of miles of wire. v

RECORD OF THE WEEK

INDIANA INCIDENTS TERSELY TOLD. Deserted Husband Commits fuiclda at Crawfordevllle-Charged with an Old Murder—Sftatne of War Governor Unveiled—Wholesale Robbery. James B. Leffew, a discharged Philippine volunteer, returned home to Crawfordsville to find had jqst tilted divorce proceedings. He used every means to dissuade her, but she absolutely refused to dismiss the case, whereupon Leffew procured and swallowed morphine with fatal results. The wife relented when too late and was erased with grief. Charged with Wife Harder Thomas Skelton, who, it Is alleged, murdered his wife fifteen years ago at their home west of Owensville by splitting her head open with an ax, has been arrested and is now in jail at Princeton. The grand jury had the case for several days before a true bill was found. Unveil n statue es Morton. A statue of Oliver P. Morton, Indiana’s war governor, was unveiled at Anderson, under the auspices of the public schools. The address was made by Mr. Foulke, the biographer of Gov. Morton. Mrs. Morton, the widow, was present. Use Wagon to Steal Goods. On a recent night at Windfall robbers looted the general store of J. H. Sellmer, hauling away more than SI,OOO worth of merchandise, including 200 pairs of shoes. A team and wagon waa used.

Within Oar Borders. ' Salem had a shower of grasshoppers. Marion will have another -opera house. Goehen has a manual training schook Anderson and Elwood are preparing to burn wood. A I.aporte preacher says the world will last until Nov. 11. Anderson Davis, Hope, was killed by a train at Greensburg. John Goodin, wealthy farmer near Brazil, has disappeared. No clew to the robbers who blew up the Reynolds bank. A $25,000 addition will be added to the Marion normal school. Muncie’s court has decided that piano playing in saloons is legal. Thieves are averaging about one horse a day in northern Indiana. South Bend sold SIO,OOO worth of water works bands for $541 premium. Eastern capitalists are making heavy investments in the Indiana oil field. Frankfort is flooded with Mexican half dollars. They pass for only 25 cents. Muncie druggists say they sold 250,000 glasses of ice cream soda last summer. Tipton County canning factories are canning pumpkins. There is a large crop. Chas. Altvater’s family, Terre Haute, had a close call by eating poisoned meat. Kids destroyed fifty trees in the school yard at Montomery, just for devilishness.

William Gibson had his knee cap busted in a fight in the soldiers' home at Lafayette. John Michaels. 14, Greenfield, accidentally shot and killed himself while hunting. S. F. and A. H. Lockridge, Greencastle. sold 200 head of fat eftttle that ' brought them $25,900. Treasurer of Hamilton County sold $12,000 worth of gravel road bonds at a premium of $625. Burglars blew a sgfe in a general store near Logansport, but citizens chased them away before they secured booty. Henry Bell, Ripley County, claims to have an apple tree that is bearing blossoms, green and ripe apples. Mrs. Elleq 8. Richardson, Osgood, an invalid for three years, who lost her voice, claims to have been cured since she joined a magnetic healing class, nine days ago. Indiana Brick Company has let a contract for the largest brick plant In the State, to be built at Anderson. It will burn coal and will have a capacity of 70,QPO brick a day. A farmer named John Winmill went insane on the streets of Laporte the other day and had to be forcibly removed from a corner where he had fixed his gaze on a telegraph pole. William Killion, Washington, mistreated his wife, and when his father-in--law. William Buckley, upbraided him for it, Killion shot him four times in the stomach. Buckley died and Killion was arrested. It was reported at Muncie that the differences between the American Window Glass Manufacturers’ Association and the Workers' Association have been settled, the men to receive an advance of 7 per cent. ''Farmers in Grant County are combining to keep hunters off of their farms, and agree not to shoot birds themselves. It is said they will control 6,000 acres. They say it is the only way to protect game birds. William Marinin, alias Jones, of Louisville, stole a horse and buggy from a hitch rack at Marion. He drove to Mancie, where he contracted with a glass blower to sell the rig for S4O, and went into police headquarters to draw up the papers. The police superintendent became suspicious and locked Marmin up until he telephoned to Marion. Miss Edna Osborn, Kokomo, has walked on crutches for twelve years, and for the last three months has been helpless. The other day the family gathered aronnd the bed, thinking she was going to die, and, after prayers were offered, the girl raised up ond stood on her feet. She then walked across the floor, and is still improving. They think it is a case of faith cure. Edward Casey, 7. South Bend, waa accidentally drowned i« the river at Elkhart. \ “Si” Sheerin, Indianapolis, wants the use of the alleys in Kokomo to put in a telephone system. Charles Rosier, Mnncie, arrested In Anderson while drunk, died of appendicitis before his trial was held. , Men were discovered trying to dynamite the New Albany Cement Company’s mills at Hanssdale. . Contract for fencing the right of way of the Indianapolis and Muucie electrio line has been let for SIO,OOO. -