Jasper County Democrat, Volume 2, Number 34, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 25 November 1899 — Page 3

CHAPTER X. “Let us repeat the happy experiment of last autumn,” said the Duchess of Rosedene to Sir Arthur. “Come with us to Dene. I do not remember erer to hare enjoyed anything more than yonr visit. I will ask Sir Basil to come, and the two lovers will be happy—that is, if such unreasonable beings as lovers are ever happy. They seem to me more often discontented.” August found them at Dene, well and happy, without the faintest knowledge of the doom that was fast drawing nigh. Partly on account of its bracing air and partly because he at times had a few engagements in the neighboring towns, Martin Ray had for some years made this place his home. These were the days of Martin Ray’s ieeadrnce, and he could not perhaps have chosen any spot on earth where he could have been more secluded or more forgotten. It was a strange chance that brought these two sisters so near together, yet placed them so far apart. The steep green hill that stood between Dene Abbey and Southwood was typical of the great barrier of caste which parted them. There were times when both at the same moment watched the same seas, the same skies, yet neither had the least notion of the other’s presence in that part of the country. The summer bad been hot and oppressive. Martin Ray had suffered much, and it was some relief when the cool breezes of autumn came. They heard casually that Dene Abbey was filled with visitors, but that any of the visitors concerned them never occurred to them. Father and daughter would not have sat so quietly watching the heaving waters had they known that Leah was so near them. The occupants of Dene Abbey seldom attended the pretty old Norman church at Southwood, where Hettie sang so sweetly and so clearly. There was a church nearer to them called St. Barba uld's, which stood in the center of a little village near the sen. But Sir Basil liked Southwood best. He admired the quaint old Norman church, with its square tower and fine arches. So, one Sunday morning, when the whole party went over to St. Barbould’s, Sir Basil went through the woods, climbed the steep hill and descended the beautiful grassy slopes, until he reached the old Norman church where his fate awaited him. The rector read the prayers, and laid a few words to the people—simple, honest words that went home to every heart and left an impression there. When the clear, earnest voice ceased, there was a slight stir in the organ loft, and then a dead silence. What broke it? A clear, sweet voice which Sir Basil never forgot, singing a solo in a grand old anthem, every word of which was distinct and audible —beautiful words, well matched with the flue music and the angelic voice. He listened in wonder; he had heard some of the finest singers in Italy and some of the grandest music in the world, but nothing like this. He was not sentimental, and flattered himself that hejtook a practical view of most thinks; but as he listened be-thought to himself: “That must be how the angels sing!” He looked up into the organ loft from which the sound came, and there he saw a picture that was photographed on his brain for evermore. A tall, slender girl stood in the midst of the choir, in a dress of pale blue—a girl with a faceNo fair, so rapt, so seraphic, that it awed and bewildered him. She was singing—not to the people, who listened with bated breath—not to him, whose eyes never moved from her face. Her thoughts had pierced the oid groined roof nnd the blue ether that lay beyond, and had gone to the land where angels dwell. Her golden hair made a halo round her head, and he could have thought that an angel had descended from “the realms of light.” Then it dawned upon him slowly that this girl had been the original of the picture. “The First Glimpse of Morning,” and ho remembered what he had said to Leah, “That face has what yours lacks—tenderness.” “I am destined to know her through the arts,” he said to, himself. “She dawned upon me in painting, 1 see her etherealized by music—yet what is she to me?”

She was nothing to him, yet during the whole of the day that rapt spiritual face seemed always before him. He would have asked who she was, but he knew no one tltere, and when the anthem was finished slw vanished. He lingered in the old churchyard where the tali elm trees cast graceful shadows on the grass, but he caught no glimpse of her. He went home to Dene Abbey with the clear, rich voice ringing in his ears. There was a little rivulet that ran through the Dene woods; he bent over it, and, 16! the sweet face smiled at him from its clear depths! He laughed at himself. No woman’s face had ever haunted him before. With all its brilliant beauty, even Leah’s had not haunted him as this one did. The week that passed before Sunday came again was a long one to Sir Basil. He had not the least intention of ever being, even in thought, untrue to Leah. If he had dreamed that there was anydanger in seeing the beautiful singer again, he would have avoided her. What harm could there be in going to Southwood Church to hear a grand old anthem, beautifully sung? He did not speak to Leah about it.' He had one definite motive for silence, and he had' twenty reasons that were not quite definite. 7 On that bright'Sunday morning no warning came to Sir Basil that he £ad better not see the young singer again. He went, She sang more sweetly than ever, and looked to his enchanted eyes fairer than before. When the people went out of church, be contrived to be among the first, and then he saw the bine dress trailing over the grass; and he noticed that every movement and action of the girl was as

BETWEEN TWO LOVES

BY CHARLOTTE M. BRAEME.

full of grace as her singing was full of music. He found the old sexton. Sir Basil discovered in a moment the way to his heartrlt was suggested by the almost pathetic manner in which the man said that it was a dry day. He was so completely overwhelmed when Sir Basil dropped something in his hand with which to make the day more comfortable that he would have answered any number of questions. “Who was the lady that sung?” She was Miss Ray—Miss Hettie Ray, daughter of the old man who lived at Rosewalk. Where was Rosewalk? “It is a cottage built on the slope of the hill around there by Southwood”—a vague direction, but Sir Basil remembered every word of it. Who was the old man? Ah, that the sexton did not know! A.ll that he could tell was that he had heard "that he was a bit of a writer in the political line, that he was poor, and that his daughter worked very hard. He knew little'bf him, because he kept away from everyone and shut himself up in his little cottage. “Rather a curious history,” thought the young baronet “Such a father and such a daughter! He cannot possibly be a political writer of any note, or I should have heard someone speak of him. Before long I will see for myself what Rosewalk is like.” One autumn day Sir Basil strolled over to Rosewalk. He told Leah that he was going for a long Amble; but he did not ask her to accompany him. There*was in his mind no direct thought that be was going somewhere clandestinely. He climbed the sleep hill once more, and there before him lay the pretty town of Southwood. After walking so far his courage failed him; he passed through the lane and did not even look at the cottage he had come to see. He felt ashamed of himself, and went back again—the lane was a long one. When he returned, he found that an elderly man was standing watching the passing of a ship at sea. The scene was so beautiful that be was charmed with it. Some instinct told him that this was Martin Ray. “This is a lovely scene, sir,” Sir Basil remarked, as he paused in front of the old man. “It is well enough,’,’ he said. And then Sir Basil was slightly disconcerted. He hardly knew what next to say. He stood and looked, first at the blue, rippling waters and then at the stern, worn, haggard man. It was better perhaps to be frank. “I am looking,” he said, quietly, “for the house of Mr, Martin Ray. Can you tell me if this be it?” “I am Martin Ray,” answered the other, briefly. And again Sir Basil was nonplused. The man raised himself from his leaning attitude and looked at the handsome, dark face before him. “You wanted to see my house and me—why?” he asked. “My reason is very simple,” replied Sir Basil, raising his hat. “I heard that you were living here, and I wished to see one who, rightly or wrongly, has been a leader among the people.” “Are you of my way of thinking?” asked Martin, abruptly. “No, I am not,” replied Sir Basil. “You carry to excess that which I believe in but little. I hold a middle path between you and those whom you would call your enemies.” “A middle path,” repeateJ Martin. "Ah, then you will not interest me!” . “I am not sure that I wish to do so,” replied Sir Basil. “It was "not with a view of interesting you that I desired to see you.” “I did not intend to be rude,” returned Martin Ray. “I mean this—that my life 'has been a fierce fight. I know but two extremes. You must forgive me—l hate all mediocrity.” “You are like an old soldier who smells gunpowder,” said Sir Basil, good-temper-edly. “You would enjoy a warm political argument with me; but it is not passible. I am only just beginning to understand matters. In a few months or a few’ years,” continued Sir Basil, “I shall be better informed about politics than I am now. 1 intend to read, to study, to think, and then, when I hare mastered both sides of the various questions, I shall be able to form dear and decided views of my own.” “That is right, said Martin. “Come and see me again. You have stirred an old pain in my heart. Good-by.” And without another word Sir Basil retraced his steps to Dene Abbey, thinking the whole way of the man he had just left. CHAPTER XI. Sir Basil resolved to study politics; and he wad well pleased that chance had made him acquainted with Martin Ray, who in his time had caused some stir in the political world. When he started for Rosewalk the next dny, he honestly believed that he was going to see Martin Ray from the most honorable and the highest motives. He might, of course, see the beautiful singer again; it was not improbable; but he was not going for that purpose. When he reached Rosewalk a young and beautiful girl was seated near the wall overlooking the sea. Whiit, at the first sight of her, made his heart beat so fast? He had to pass close by her; but he would not look at the golden hair and .sweet face. He went into the quaint .flower-wreathed porch and rapped at the door. Then as one watches things in a dream, he saw the young girl arise and walk toward hfm with a firm, graceful step. v “r beg your pardon,” he said. “I want to see Mr. Martin Ray.” "My father?” she replied. “H[e is not at home.” The blue eyes looked Into his for a moment, then they Ml, and a soft color like that of the fairest petal of a rose covered ha* face} the dark eyes looking at her

were so fall of passionate nemlratioa that' she could not raise her own to his again. * “Not at home,” repeated Sir Basil, “I am very sorry for that I was to see him to-day, and I walked some distance. Have I your permission to wait until he returns?” She looked slightly confused at first; then she felt that it would be impossible to refuse. She was only too pleased that her father should have a call from so pleasant a visitor. "You can wait if you wish to do so,” she replied; “but the hour of his return is quite uncertain.” “If you will allow" me, I think I will risk it,” he said. “I do not think any one could find a more beautiful spot„than this in which to while away the time.” He sat down on the pretty rustic bench, which was so placed that one could see the incoming tide. The waves were rolling in grandly; the wind bad freshened, and they broke in sheets of white foam. The sunlight lay on the sea and on the shore, on the white cliffs and on the green hill; it fell on the golden hair and sweet face opposite to him. A feeling of perfect rest came over him, of happiness such as in his whole life he had never known before. “I heard you singing in churcti last Sunday,” he said. “I have been staying in this neighborhood for some time. You have a very beautiful voice; I was quite delighted with it.” * “I am fond of music,” she answered—“above all things, I am fond of singing; »t is the one pleasure of my life. I forget everything else when I sing.” When once Hettie had lost her shy, embarrassed manner, she talked to Sir Basil with all the ease and grace that were natural to her. He told her of the picture in the Academy, and she was amused to hear about it, and 'in her turn related how the artist cam# to Southwood in search of picturesque scenes, and saw her sitting by this same wall, and begged that he might make a sketch of her face. She did not know thq? the picture had been the success of the year. He told het all about it. “You seem to be quite out of the world here,” he said, when she expressed her surprise. And then she told him of her busy and how, do what she would, she could not make the days long enough. He sat by the ivy-covered wall more than an hour; and, last he rose, longing to stay, yet aware that be had been there long enough, they both felt as though they had been friends sos. years. Sir Basil called several times at Rosewalk, and Martin Ray, who had all his life hated everyone who could not be called aristocratic, took a fancy to him. They did not agree in all respects. Sir Basil told him frankly that he thought some of his ideas terrible and hideous. “You will see,” said Martin. “You will live longer than I shall. What I now teach the world it will believe and practice when the stinging nettles art growing over my grave.” “Why do you suppose that your grave Will be covered with stinging nettles?" asked Sir Basil. Martin laughed a bitter little cynical laugh. "I do not imagine that anyone living will care to plant flowers there,” he replied. So the weeks sped on, and Martin Ray, in his own cynical, selfish fashion, after a time became quite fond of Sir Basil. He looked for his coming; he was more gloomy than usual on the days when h« did not make his appearance. They were talking together one morning, while Hettie was away giving her lessons; and Sir Basil said laughingly that it was strange they had met so often without Martin even knowing his name. There was something impressive in the gesture with which Martin suddenly held up his hand. “Is it a name that you have made for yourself?” he asked. “No; it was made for me,” replied Sir Basil. “Then Ido not want to know it. As a man with good intentions, I like you; you are straightforward, honest and honorable: but, if you have one of those names with a ‘handle/ probably borne By many generations of men who have lived upon their fellow-men, I do not wish to know it. The first time I saw you I thought you looked like an aristocrat. If you are one, do not tell me so; it would spoil my opinion of you.” “If you eall me ‘Glen,’ ” said Sir Basil, “I shall understand; and that name will do as well as any other.” “I hope,” said Martin half savagely, “that you are not a young duke in die guise.” “I am quite sure of that,” replied Sir Basil, laughing. “I am neither duke nor belted earl.” “It would be hard work to hate you; but I should hate you if you were,” said Martin. From that time he always called Sir Basil “Glen;” and when Hettie spoke of him it was as “Mr. Glen.” (To be continued.)

Lost in the Mails.

It is not so many years since the province of the mail was limited almost entirely to letters, newspapers an# magazines, but now it has become a veritable beast of burden, nnd parcels miscarry for the same reason that letters do; consequently an annual sale is necessary to get rid of the accumulations. This usually gives a net profit of about $3,000. The museum of the dead-letter office contains a varied assortment of articles wbich have not been included in the sales. Amqng them may be seen ivory miniatures of great age, watches, false teeth, boxes of raisins and of Wedding cake, pistols and knives, a clothes wringer, a coffee pot, a kerosene lamp, Infernal machines, decorated china, dainty fans, horned frogs, centipedes, human skulls, a mounted alligator more than four feet long, and, In short, everything that one would imagine would not be sent by mail. It hardly seems necessary to say that dynamite and live serpents are classed as “unmailable,” yet the maU service hits beep called on to transport both. Meantime, If more care were taken with wrapping parcels, In having them weighed so that the required amount at postage would be put on, and In addressing them the museum would be less rich In little things which were intended for gracious gifts.— Ladles’ Home Journal, df Parlor was Originally the talking place.

THE FARM AND HOME.

MATTERS O FINTEREST TO FARMER AND HOUSEWIFE. Raising of Goata Ta Found Profitable —How to Determine the Age of a Horae—Larger Production of Crops Per Acre Is Essential to Success, The owner of a badly brier-infested or bush-covered farm has before him an expensive and disagreeable task, If he intends to clear It by manual labor. Many millions of dollars have been expended in this country in that kind of work, and many millions more will be spent In the same direction. But the Angora goat will do the work for nothing, and pay for the privilege. It prefers briars and bushes to the best clover or grass that was ever grown. An lowa land owner has cleared 000 acres of briers and bushes through this agency. He estimates that the goat has Increased the value of this land at least $lO an acre, and while the animal h \s been making the owner money in that direction. It has been contributing t 6 his bank nceovfnt with its hair, skin and flesh. Nor has It been troubled during the time by the great enemy of the sheep, the dog. It may be turned into a field that Is covered with briers, and it will leave it dear and will convert a vast deal of the nuisance into value. After it once gets a start In life, the goat will come as near taking care of Itself as a domestic antmal can. At first, the young need special care, but in two months’ time it becomes a strong, robust, selfreliant farm scavenger, that will produce meat that is fully equal to mutton, and at much less expense, and mohair, which is one of the most valuable textiles in the market, and which, if the best quality, will bring about 50 cents per pound, at least not much under that figure. C. P. Bailey, of San Jose, Cal., a breeder of goats, has found even the common goat to be profitable, while the pure bred Angora is doubly so.—D. W. W. in Epitomist. T’nint for Tree Wounds. Every liule while ajreeipe for making a shellac wash for this purpose appears, and one would think, if he did not know otherwise, that this was the preparation most commonly )&ed. I doubt if one person in a hgmdred who has occasion to use such a wash ever uses shellac. It is troublesome to apply and expensive to make. The shellac must be dissolved with alcohol, which costs too much for any such purpose, aud in applying it with a brush the alcohol evaporates so quickly that the brusli soon becomes like a stick. Then we sometimes see recommended and often see in use gas tar, which has no place and never had for any such purpose. Many are the trees that have been killed by it. It is too penetrating and contains injurious Ingredients. Whenever the application of tar reaches clear around the body of a thin-bark-ed tree it may be expected to kill the tree outright. Grafting wax is good when it is plastic enough so as not to peel up in cold weather, but this is slow application. Best of all for ordinary purposes for a covering for wounds and bare places is common linseed oil paint. It is easiest of all in application, it lasts for years on the dead wood, it does not kill the tender bark or check its growing.—N. S. Platt, in Rural World.

Determining Age of n Horse. Before we can determine the age of a horse by the teeth It is necessary that we have a general understanding of the form and structure of the teeth. The horse has two sets, the temporary and the permanent. The temporary teeth of both upper and lower jaws begin to fall out at about the age of 3 years; first the two center incisors of the lower and upper jaws, the next adjoining one on each side come out at about 4, and the corner iucisors fall out at 5. Now the permanent teeth fill these places as fast as made vacant. These permanent teeth in the crown have a depression or cup three lines deep or onefourth of an inch. But the cups of the upper incisors arc six lines or one-half an inch deep. • The teeth wear off with a certain rate or regularity, one-twelfth of an inch per year, therefore the lower two middle would lie worn smooth at the age of 6, the next two at the age of 7 and the lower corner ones at the age of 8. The upper incisors arc six lines deep and therefore the upper two middle lucisors would be worn off smooth at the age of 9, the next adjoining at the age of 11. Thus all are smooth at the age of 12. After the age of 12 there Is no certain rule that will apply.—A. T. Kinsly, Kansas, in Orange Judd Farmer.

Lamer Crop* Kaftcutinl to c access. Wbat Is needed with farmers ia larger production per acre, as the average yields of the staple crops of the United States are much smaller than should be the case. A New England farmer, wbo feared that bis farm was too small, determined to make it yield to its highest capacity, with the result that he increased his annual crop of hay fourfold, secured forty bushels of wheat per and 100 bushels of oats and 125 bushels of corn each per acre. He also found that but little more labor was necessary for large yields than for small crops, and that, while the total cost was greater than fog poor crops, yet, proportionately to yield, the expenses were much less. Rotation of crops, the plowing under of green manure and the destruction of weeds as soon as they appeared above ground were the methods employed, but, above nil, every pbund of both liquid and solid manure was carefully saved under shelter, and a certain sum was set apart every year for fertilizers. It la mentioned that a fruit grower Id Illinois, daring a period of drouth, when nearly all crops were destroyed, carried water

to his strawberries and not only saved his crop, bat, the prices being high, he made a large profit and also secured a fair yield. Lund Plaster. It used to be a very general custom among those who were called good farmers, to use every year some gypsum or land plaster to sow over the potato vines, squashes, melons and cucumbers, and even on grass ground, where clover was wanted. A few also advocated Its use In the stables as an absorbent. Now this seems to have been almost discontinued. The acid phosphate is found to be a better absorbent and deodorizer In the stables, and to add more to the value of the manure at but a slight increase of cost, while with a mixture of the phosphate and muriate of potash much better results can be obtained by sowing on the vines or on grass land. Plaster has lost much of its popularity, not because farmers and gardeners have learned there Is something better, and the best is the cheapest even if it costs the highest price.—Ex. The Farmer and the Censna. When the next census Is taken it will be found that only one or two farmers In a community will be able to give Information that may be desired. The farmer who is expected to state what he grew on his farm for ten years, with the number of animals fed, mußt be well Informed regarding the work done by him. Unfortunately, but few farmers keep books, and they are compelled to guess or estimate Instead of giving all the facts. Another difficulty is that many farmers die or sell their farms during the ten yenrs, hence no estimate of their operations can be obtained. If some method could be devised by which farmers could make an annual report to* the State Board of Agriculture of each State It would be more reliable than taking a census, and comparisons could be made yearly instead of once In ten years. Shi.llow or Peep Cultivation for Corn. We have been from boyhood a believer In shallow cultivation of com, even when the work was done with a plow by most farmers. The flrr.t cultivator we remember seeing was like a small spike-toothed harrow with plow handles attached. It mellowed the ground to make easy hoeing, and killed many weeds when they were small, which was an inducement to use it frefquently. But we never knew how much gain there was 1 y the shallow cultivation. At the Nebraska Experiment Station they tested four cultivators on as many different lots, one of which worked the ground six Inches deep, and the others went three Inches deep. Where the soil was worked six inches deep the yield was 59 bushels per acre. On the others one gave 68 bushels per acre and the other two 69 bushels each, a loss of about one-seventh by deep cultivation.—American Cultivator. \Vint:rlrc Stock. As soon as the working season is over the farmer begins to economize In the keeping of his stock over winter. The plan answers well for idle horses, but to attempt to keep a cow on aa little food as possible is to entail a loss. Steers, hogs and sheep should be fed in winter as liberally as are the cows. The winter Is the season when the fanner can bestow his attention on his animals, and he should endeavor to keep them growing and increasing In weight until they are ready for market without regard to the season of the year. There Is no more reason for keeping an animal at a standstill In winter than In summer. Time and labor will be wasted whetj the stock is fed simply to keep the individuals over winter.

Killing Weeds. Fields that are left in stubble or that are covered with weeds cannot now be benefited by cultivation, as the seeds of the weeds have already been scattered, but as soon as the frost does Its work aud the weeds are dry rake over the field with a horse rake and bum all the refuse. Dead weeds form harboring places for field mice and insects, and during windy days, after the weeds are thoroughly dry, they are blown to other fields. By burning all refuse there will be fewer seeds turned under next spring. fin'll! Fnrmi Moat Profitable. The profits from a farm do not depend entirely upon the area of land cultivated, but upon the method and management. Some one who made a comparison claimed that a farm of only two acres, under grass, gave a larger profit than a farm of 1,000 acres. This may be true or not, but the- fact remains that a small farm that is properly managed, and which Is made to produce the crops that sell the highest, will give better returns than a larger farm that is devoted to wheat, corn, oats and potatoes exclusively, but the market location must also be considered. Fertilizing the Orchard. Barnyard manure on the orchard land at this season will pay. The manure -should be used liberally aud not spread sparingly, under tbe belief that a small quantity will do for an orchard. A large wagon load distributed evenly on the ground under each tree would uot be too much. If fertilizer Is used apply about 300 pounds of phosphate rock per acre In the fall and 100 pounds each of muriate of potash and nitrate of soda in tbe spring. i Increasing; Valne of Ftock. Horses are in greater demand now than a year or two ago, despite the fact that electricity la restricting their use. The horse is Indispensable on farms and in drawing load® in cities. The automobile and traction engines are too cosdy to Ifcke the place of one horse. Good hones are bringing fair prices, and the scarcity of beef cattle la sure to Increase the demand for both steers and cow*.

RECORD OF THE WKEEK

INDIANA INCIDENTB TERSELfj TOLD. Mellin«er, After Conversion, ConfeMlfl an Old Crime Reveals Death Com After Taking Poison—Havoc by Flrn|| at Logausport Church la RuinedUsm J. F. Mellinger, a painter, 24 years oM|h sent an open letter to the Fort Wajn(ffl| newspapers confessing that when 6 year*! old he set fire to a barn in play, whieS|| cremated his 3-year-old sister. Charles v| Sumersky, an older lad, was charge«j|3 with the crime and sent to the reform]! school for six years. Mellinger recently a joined the church and since then his eon||| science has troubled him. Sumersky’i|l whereabouts are not known. Two of a Suicide Clnb Dead. Andrew S. Thompson died at Frank«|| fort from a dose of morphine taken witlj|| suicidal intent. Thompson, after taking % the drug, told his friends that Fred Griner, who killed himself a few days be<S| fore, Thompson and three other young ;: men had formed a suicide club and with* in a month all would be dead. Thomp* son was 26 years old and unmarried. J Wk Serious Fire at Loganaport. | A fire occurred in Logausport which : gutted the shoe store of Walker Itaugh, I rnzee s dry goods store, Barn- ' hart & Son’s stove store and George W»; Lucy’s tailor store. The stores were; mostly damaged by water. All the firmfii were will insured. Interior of Church Ruined. Unknown persons broke into Mount | Hope Methodist Church, south of Waver- J ly, smashed the windows and doors, de-jf stroyed the pulpit, chandeliers and fumi-;| ture, tore the church Bible and all thetl testaments to bits and then smeared ths« walls and floor with mud. There is no 1 clew to the wreckers. Within Our Border*. Glanders iu Clay County. Elkhart has a central labor union. ■ Indiana celery crop blighted by frost. ; Diphtheria is on the increase in M«*| rion. Seymour will have free mail Jan. 1. Ehvood is troubled with an epidemic of / thieving. Female burglars are at work in Ev- | ausville. Fort Wayne garbage crematory weotl up in smoke. Evansville is having another epidemic of burglary. *J9 Anderson Elks have begun their new ;! SIO,OOO home. Winter apples are said to be rotting:;! unusually early. Gambling houses in Anderson have been ordered closed. A million dollar plug tobacco factory will be built in Madison. Hamilton, Ohio, capitalists will put upfifty SI,OOO houses in Anderson. Two district schools in Ripley County! are closed ou account of diphtheria. S! Miss Grace Steere, Carthage, was | found dead iu bed. Cause unknown. An incendiary is firing barns along the Air Line track, in southern Indiana. Bunker Ilill coal mines, Sullivan, will be worked and lighted by electricity. M Anderson will swell its population 4, 00, by annexing Park Place and North Anderson. Eli I.ane, 45, Anderson, died from in-; juries received iu a strawboard factory; recently. Invention that does six boys’ work has ■ been introduced iu the Mancie flint bottle’! factory. Contract has been let for an clectrie railroad between Logansport and Kent* dallville. South Bend police arrested three littlf girls the other day for shiplifting, under 12. Unless farmers in Wayne County put. up improved mail boxes, they will lose free delivery. B. & O. S. W. train killed W. B, Smith, LawrenceviUe, 111., on the Brigo| creek trestle. Jamestown wants electric lights, st : school house, two churches aud a chemical tire engine. ’Squire Orr, who disappeared frooi Fraukton some time ago, has been located iu Lima, Ohio. Mrs. Fred Weber, Fort Wayne, gave her baby a dose of morphine for othefi medicine. Fatal. Frank Weikel, Evansville, ran into the; street and grabbed a strange dog. Aa arm nearly torn off. There is now a rivalry between gal belt cities, to see which can strike gai at the slightest depth. A deed wns v recorded at Goshen, coni voyiug u lot iu Nappanee, that was acknowledged in Jerusalem. During a fight in the Kokomo city cemetery James Horn was fatally shot bjl| William Clubs. Horn had accused Clubej of alienating his wife's affections. Alonzo Humphrey, 45, a farmer of BurJ| ney. was mysteriously murdered. Hie! body was found in the woods hear Clift y'; creek. He had been shot in the neck. Jj O. E. Fryatt. chief clerk iu Terr®! Haute for the Chicago and Eastern Illbjg nois and the Evansville and Terre Hautd Railroad companies, was killed while hunting. He was 32 yeanjjl old nnd unmurried. ' 'J William E. Heal, the Grant Cuuntjjl treasurer, who disappeared from Mariam Oct. 5, 1897, has returned hornet aftt-ng an absence of over two years. Wheal he left Marion it was disclosed that tafi was short nearly SIB,OOO, of which ftlj 000 was Grant County funds. He wiSj stand trial. # John Flora, Paoli, was sentenced fur life for the murder of Jesse O. BurtoH His defense was insanity. 0 | Rural mail delivery in Boone Count?! is a success, besides being the building severnl gravel roads. , 3 ; A. P. Powell, Versailles, has an appjM tree that has borne two crops alrewM this seeeon, and is blooming for a third, Loogootee's gas wells are of unusajfl capacity, having a rock presence Of froffl 180 to 250 pounds and a daily output from 390.000 to 415.000 cubic feet. Lao*! has doubled in price and factories am.