Pike County Democrat, Volume 28, Number 34, Petersburg, Pike County, 31 December 1897 — Page 3

,T IS so fair, mod fresh, and sweet. This year that may be ours— Perhaps with happl1 ness replete. Full play for all our pow'rs. Success In all we un

I * aertaKe. Tha love of one grown Sear. And peace, and rest, for hearts that break; VVbo wants to die this year? Do you? Do I? Who wants to die This year? Its winding paths are all untrod. And they may often lead Where perfum’d flowers gayly nod— Supplies for ev’ry need. But other paths may lie between. Our vision Is not clear. Though grief and pain await, unseen. Who wants to die this year? Do you? Do I? Who wants to dia This Jiear? Each year’s a book, with pages whito. That we so blindly All; One lies within our hands to-night. To blot and mar at will. With many secret faults indulged. Tall stumbling-blocks we rear. Our hopes and fears are all divulged: Who wants to die this year? Do you? Do 1? Who wants to die This year?

God gave the years that still have come, j And we have called our own. They held unnumbered Joys tor soma, Or else alt Joy had flown. We use the moments, one by one. Without much thought or fear. Hut oh. we have eo little done! Who wants to die thts year? Do you? Do 1? Who wants to die This year? Thia year! Twelve fleeting months from now. •Twill be last year as well. Eternity can yet endow. And all life’s story tell. Though short, or long, for us the time. Our landscape bright, or drear. The question holds both prose and rhyme. Who wants to die this year? Do you? Do 1? Who wants to die This year? Ah. death will many millions seek! Their hour must come in turn. To-morrow, next day. week by week. We ll of their goings learn. We cannot stay, though stay we would. Our end may be so near! Oh. are we living as we should? Who wants to die this year? Do you? Do I? Who wants to die This year? —Mr*. Findley Hraden. in N Y. Observer. A1‘PY New Year!" 1 said, cheerfully, to Susan, my sister, as I entered the library, where she was sitting by the fire. I had just gotten back to town. To <ny surprise she looked at me in&igjiautly, and declined to return my greeting. iibe is a very pretty young woman. full of graces and caprices, but is less pretty when ‘she adopts her present mode of expression, ller gray eyes 1 noted when opened with this particular ctare—or ia it a glower—are not near as lovely and fascinating as when bright, pathetic, merry or sad, which Are their usual variations of expres

MOD. And her mouth, which 1 have always told Susan is her best feature, if compressed as at present to accord with the general severe toue of disgusted depression pervading her face, loses at least one-half its charm. Even the wave of Susan’s chestnut brown hair seem to wear a rebellious air, indicative of suppressed indignation at some one or something. "Happy New —” I began again, after I kissed Sue lightly aud starting to unfold the morning paper, which I picked up from the center table, not having had time to read it all day. "Tom Waring, if you say that again I will pitch this at you,” interrupted Susan, holding up a well-bound book which she had evidently just removed front a pasteboard box on the table. 1 naturally laughed. Why do women with a view to inspire fear or trepidation ever threaten to "throw" an object, whether book or bail, knife or scissors? Has it not been recognized and established, down all the. ages, that not one of them can hit the side of a house, much less an in<Mvidual. "I suppose your desire would be to dislocate the very handsome cover of that book? You might aim at me. but you would probably hit the bookcase." I remarked, drawing up the biggest and most comfortable chair in the room to the hearth, and ensconcing myself for an hour or two of lazy enjoyment before dinner time, for I was rather fagged by rov hurried journey to and from Chichester, a small town 60-odd miles away. “Who sent it?” I inquired. “Did it come with any good wishes attached; or did you impress on the donor your radical objection to any polite adherence to the good and ancient custom of wishing a Happy New Y—" “Don’t you dare to say it," warned Susan, holding up the destructive missile with a gesture so very determined that I abrubtly came to a halt, not wishing to see Herbert Cameron’s illuminated volume—for I had recognised his handwriting on the cover of the book—land jn the fire. By thia time 8uean’s eyes had lost something of their strong aggressiveness sad s glint of fnasled laughter

was faintly discernible in tbeir warm depths, albeit a wistful shade was gathering' over her bonny face. In the capacity of elder brother and guardian to a forlorn little mite of an crphan girl. 1 had watched over Sue with tenderest care and solicitude for 18 years. According to my calculation, if a man’s calculation in such matters be of any account, Susan was 21 on the 5th of the month. But very likely, by a feminine process of reasoning, it was all different. Maybe she was 19, maybe 25 in the eyes of herself and girl companions. As Susan is a remarkably bright, not to say a very brilliant girl, and one of decided strength of character, it was clear to perceive that something had gone radically wrong with that young woman during the day., She had ensconced herself amid a lot of cushions on a big divan near by, and was Jooking at me with so queer an expression, half penitent, half sorrowful. and wholly puzzled, that 1 felt impelled to come to the rescue, although on principle and long-estab-lished custom 1 intermeddled, uot having a full confidence in and an admiration for that handsome child’s capacity to properly conduct her personal affairs. “May I inquire, sis, what your objec

I was now folly determined not to tolerate Cameron** early and late visits any longer. I would not have him send hothouse flowers to Susan, and lavish like attentions on Miss Morrison at one and the same time. We wrouid inaugurate a new system with the New Year. “You opened and read this' letter?*' I asked, slowly, possibly with some slight severety, “when you knew it was not written to you?” Sue flushed deeply, and a look of pained indignation swept over her face. “Why, Tom; who do you take me for? Of course not! J thought it was for me, or I would never have broken the seal of the horrid thing! It's awful!” added Sue. clasping her hands with a gesture of despair. “What's in it?” I asked, bluntly. “Head it,” responded Sue. “You must read it, Tom, to understand and help me out. Louise will never, never forgive me! and she will never, never believe that I did not open her hateful letter out of mean curiosity.” “Of that you may be very sure, my ! dear child,” 1 said. This was not magnanimous, but I was seriously annoyed at the absurd imbroglio into which four people were being plunged by Cameron’s folly. For it had not escaped me that Sue's [ large eyes would brighten, and a ten

"YOU OPENED AND READ THIS LETTER.

tion is to the good wishes of yowr t friends, and why you desire to destroy j that gift of Cameron's?” 1 inquired, poking up the fire. “Why, how in the world did you find out he sent it?” asked Sue, in wideeyed surprise. I silently took the cover of the box, which lay on the table, and turned it toward her. Her name, written in Herbert's big characteristic scrawl, was a sufficient explanation. “1 am,” said Sue, in a low and subdued tone, edging close to me on her divani “1 am in an awful quandary! Something positively terrible! I have been half wild over it all day long; and you were so mean as to stay away up to this hour—four o’clock in the afternoon!” Now. considering that I hail gone most reluctantly on an urgent telegraphic summons from an old invalid client (and a wealthy one), who desired. I knew, some alteration in his will; that 1 had done without breakfast, so as to catch the early train; had driven six milts out from the station, in the teeth of a biting north wind; had worked hard all day, and had hurried back to town, to dine this special evening at home rwith my unreasonable young sister, it seemed to me 1 hardly deserved her present keen reproach, one intensified by the look. Hut here, as in the matter of age, women have their own special way of looking at things; and if they jumble up “circumstances" with “volitions," “intent” with “necessity.” it is doubtless owing to their aloofness with the hard problems of life, those terrible conun- i drums uf bread winning which force us to be more cautious in- our appreciations and lucid in our inferences, “Just so.” 1 remarked, without attempting an explanation of the whys and wherefores of njy enforced absence. “ As 1 am here now, suppose you tell me what »he trouble is, little one.** “It's awful!” again ejaculated Susan, impressively, and I began to believe it really must be. for there was just the suspicion of a dimness in her big, gray eyes. I -began to fee! a dim. stern animosity awake in the bottom of my heart toward Cameron. If that man has caused any gTief to my winsome, joyous pet I w ill neither forgive nor tolerate it, if human intervention is of any avail. “Awful!" I repeated, lightly, scanning closely Sue's lovely, flushed, perturbed face. “What is the catastrophe which has befallen during ruy absence? Has 1 a burglar carried off your diamonds! ; or have your dressmaker and tailor spoiled your new gowns? Say the word and HI cable to Paris and London.”

“Neither, you silly boy.” answered i Sue, “It’s worse. Just read that.” Sue tossed over to me an open envelope containing’ a note or letter, and fixed on me a look of surprise and despair. “Well.” I said, turning OTer the missive without reading it. “I can't see how this can interest you so keenly, as it is not addressed to you.” On the envelope was written in Cameron's abominable handwriting “Miss Louise Morrison." “That's exactly it,” said Sue, tearfully. “I opened and read it!” I looked at Sue in aetonishment. I knew fcer to be that exceptional thing, a strictly and scrupulously honorable young fellow—woman. I meant to say. The Idea of Sue deliberately opening her friend’s letter, especially when ake knew wall, never mind.

der hesitation soften her usual wit anil brilliancy of spirits whenever Cameron came up to her. And where, in all the wide world, could any nature be found more true and lovable, more honest and straightforward or one more fascinating, from her changes and fluctuations of moods and spirits, than Susan llaversham Waring, the idol of my brotherly heart? For the life of me I could not. understand how a man in his senses could fail to appreciate that little girl's immense superiority over Louise Morrison, that unreliable, small-souled young woman, whose vanity was as all-pervading as her astuteness. Two hideous traits. The letter was—well, a glance sufficed to inform me that it contained the usual rhapsodies and idiocies. “It* was in the first pages of the book,” explained she, tearfully, “and, so you see, Tom. that was sent tpme; so without noticing the address I opened and read the nonsensical thing. Do you know, Tom, dear,” continued Sue, and in spite of her mortified distress, two lovely dimples crept in the corners of her mouth, “it was by a mere accident 1 noticed Louise's name on the envelope. It fell on the floor with the address uppermost.” “Well, child.” I said, “all you have to do is to notify Cameron of the accident, and let him try his hand at an effusive epistle to his lady love, or enclose this thing just as it ih to Miss Morrison and write her an honest explanation of your error. To my miml, the first would be the safer plan of the two. It would be a little aw kward for you both, and will delay the extremely ready acceptance that is waiting for him. which is a pity, as, if I understood his extremely involved sentences. he is hoping. I believe the fellow wrote ‘Pining.* or some such word, this very afternoon. Wants to start met on the new year with a cartload of illusions and fantastic anticipations of coming happiness. Happiness, with Louise Harrison!” I added sardonically. “Why. I venture to predict on next New Year's he will.be looking around fora met hot! of escape.” I poked the fire viciously, for I was sorely grieved to note the pain way clown in the depths of Sue's gray eyes, and purposely I spoke roughly of the absurd affair. The little girl must needs grow accustomed to the situation. The sooner the better. “TO send a note to him right off then, rom.” Sue said, hurriedly. “It will be my New Year greeting to him,” and she laughed brightly. But my ear eould detect a jangle in the sweet notes. “What infernal fools men are,” I lolilonuized. internally, and from the

vantage ground of my old bachelorhood I looked with supreme contempt on the blunders and misapprehensions I could note in the matrimonial ventures of my friends and acquaintances, by which they so determinately brought untold sorrows upon themselves. “Serves ’em right," I added, mentally. “Harris, take this note around to Mr. Cameron and bring the answer," I directed to the butler, who answered the bell. “You’ll be apt to find him in.” Silence fell between us when the door had closed, and I lit a cigar. Twilight had fallen, filling with Ita soft shadows the nooks and corners of the library, and outside the bustle and salination of the street were greater than usual, for humanity, with ita

anal lack o# perspicacity, bom *.eed« celebrate with fireworks and jollity the advent of the incoming1 year, which ia also one lees in which the present generation can flaunt and display its folly. “Well, little one," I said, finally, “it’s about time to dress for dinner. By the bye. I put a small box from Tiffany on your plate." p “You are a dear old boy," she aaid, putting her arms around my neck. I drew her down by my side an^ kept smoking, while she leaned he* aead confidingly and sorrowfully o^ my shoulder. A carriage dashed up to the 1 ousp and I heard a pause and the halt doOT slam. “Mr. Cameron.” announced Han is. As Sue had started tip and I wa» sitting in shadow, Herbert Cameron evidently failed to perceive me. “Did you believe it possible,” he said, agitatedly and in a pleading voice, leaning forward with outstretched arms, “that I could write such a letter to anyone but you? To anyone but the dearest and loveliest woman—” “Ahem!” I interposed, rising and coming forward. “Good-evning, Cam* cron; glad to see you. Wish you a happy New Year. Hope you understood Susau’s slight mistake in opening Miss Morrison’s note.” “Hush, man! Stop!” said Cameron, nearly shaking my arm off. “I wrote that to Miss Waring. Of course you know that by an absurd mistake T put it in an envelope addressed toMissMor* rison. instead of the card,I was sending her with a^box of candy.” “Oh.” 1 said, endeavoring to extricate my crushed and aching fingers. “Then—” “Yes.” said Cameron, in a low tone, and without releasing me. “Ask her, old fellow, to glorify this New Year for me! Ask her—” “All right.” I hastily interposed, extricating what was left of my hand and hastily retreating toward the door. “Ask her yourself. I have no earthly objection to it.”—X. O. Times-Demo* crat.

PASSING AWAY. A Few ThouK'ht* at the Close of the Year. The year is th ing in the night. It was but a littleVhile ago that we took a stranger by the hand and gave him hearty welcome at the threshold, as a parting guest left us who should not return our way again. And now the sometime stranger has become o familiar, and he. too. passes out. and we shall see him no more. It carries with it nothing of sentimentality, but of a true and lofty sentiment instead, that we should take account of these Years as they pass, and consider where they found us. and where they have left us. Astronomy would not perhaps be thought to hold close relation to the moral or to the religious life; but it is the astronomical feature of the year that gives it its most marked characteristic, and enables us to appropriate a wholesome lesson. For as it is to the position which the Creator has given this whirling world of ours in its orbit that we owe the charma and the changes of the seasons, which serve to mark the movement of the hands on the dial face of the year—now from sunlight to shadow, and again from withered leaves and cold and snow to the bloom, the radiance and warmth of summer—so it is. by these ever-varying changes we mark the progres* of the year; and it is by the recurrence of • particular one, as that of the winter solstice, that we note the completion of another cycle. We look out during the day, and we see snow and sleet and barrenness on wood and held, which but a few weeks ago were clothed in verdure or decked with the beauty of the lilies. We look up to the heavens at night, and we miss the familiar constellations that greeted our eyes but a little while ago, and instead we see Orion, who comes with the cold and goes with it, puncturing the west with his spear, while Sirius flashes upon the glistening earth the light of a blazing sun a thousandfold brighter than our own. As we note these and other changes we are also to realize, as otherwise we should not, that another year has passed, and that we are brought so much uear«*r the gates of eternity. It is but natural, too, at this time that tender memories of other days should come before us, and that we should think how one by one our friends have passed away—it seems so long ago!— and left us desolate. l>ut to those of advanced years there is great compensation in the thought that every rec urring year brings us nearer to them, brings us nearer the end of our journey. The way has been hard and weary at times, and as the loved ones have fallen by the way it has become lonely j traveling, liut it will not be long now; some day not distant the gate will swing open for us, and then what a meeting that will be! Xor should we lament the swift living years. Well has the poet said: “Heaven gives our years of fating strength Indemnifying flatness. And those of youth a seeming length Proportioned to their sweetness.** The young may weil rejoice at the pass ing away of the old year and the ushering in of the new with all its possibilities; but the Christian of maturer years is content, if he does not as spontaneously rejoice, that it brings him out of the storm into the calm, = from out the shadows of earth into the radiance of eternity.—Christian Work.

Good-By. Old l»rl Ah. dear old year. 1 haven't been So very rood to you. I promised—oh. so many things That I would surely do. When you should come, and here you'va been Twelve months—It seems like more; And I’m no better utan 1 was Last year or year before! But kiss me quick—the New Tear wait* (How good you are to say. That if I'll truly be to her. Good every single day Last year won't count). Well, take my hand. I truly mean to try. She's calling me to come with her— Good-by. Old Tear, good-by! —Ellen Knight Bradford, in Washington Home Magazine. A Turned Leaf. What is written is written. The old >ear re cannot recall. That leal in the book of jur life is turned; it is closed; we may not change or erase a single mark. Regret over its black spots is all in vain. But a new {rear opens to us a fair, clean page on which we may write what we list. Think you it will look a year hence as this one does we have just closed?—Golden Rule. Qatte la Order. How natural, if not necessary, to malts New Year’s resolutions of economy jut! after the experiences of the Christmas sea

WHOLESALE SWINGLING. Warrants For Thirteen Members of the £L S. Dean Company. Thirty Thousand Persona Alleg'd to Hots Keen Swindled Out of Seveu MUlloui or UulUrs Within the hut Six Years. Nkw York, Dec. 22.—The detective bureau at police headquarters waa asked last night to arrest ten men and three women for whom warrants will be sworn out to-day charging grand larceny aud conspiracy to defraud. They are Samuel Keller, of No. 309 West One lluudred and Thirty-fifth street; Alfred R. Goslin, Hotel St. George, Brooklyn; Harry D, Kyle; Short Hills, N. J.; Gerard M. Ebertuan. Exchange place; Edward F. Farraud, Smith Jk McNeil’s hotel; Leopold Baibach, West Fifty-second street; Jacob Lamberg, No. 200 East Houston street; Newton J. McMillan, Lord's Court building; Myron LBernard. No. 822 East Fifty-seventh street; William Laug, Exchange place; Mary E. Yeith, No. 80 East Seventh street; Ida M. Crofoot and Marion L. Cramer, The complainant is M. J. Morris, of St. Louis, a heavy loser in Wall street speculative snares. Magistrate Kudlieh will be asked to issue the warrants. Two qthers will be arrested in London for the United States governj ment aud brought back to New York for trial. They are J. B. Kellogg, alias Jacob Keller, and Charles Weiumau. These persons are members and tools of the gaug of swindlers posing as the j "E. S. Dean Co.,” whose operations, both in extent aud ingenuity,are without parallel since the days of the iufa- ! | mous Credit Mobilier. Under the shadow of Trinity church !

ami the New York stock exchange, iu plaiu view of the metropolitan police aud the United States secret service agents, these people, it is alleged, have robbed 8d,000 persons thoughout the country of over $7,000,000. Their operations extend over a period of six years, and involve promiueut members of both the New York stock exchange aud the Chicago board of trade. It is alleged that out of every thousand dollars that came in the gang spent $150 in dees to agents, S100 in “fake” dividends to bait their victims aud Si.0 for advertising. The remaining $700 the swindlers unblushingly divided. Proiniueut firms, through ignorance or collusion, leut their names to the scheme by giving statements of trades that uever took place. in addition to the criminal proceediugs against the persons named, civil suits will be commenced against former Comptroller Theodore \Y. Myers and his late partners aud the firm of Theodore W. Myers & Co., J. F. Barrett & Co., of the Chicago board of trade; A. J. Weil. E. B. Cuthbert, Douglas & Jones, and other brokers who have hart dealings with the £. S. Dean eompanv. Legal proceedings will also be commenced to set aside transfers of $2,000,i)00 of property iu Su Louis by A. J. Weil to his wife shortly after the Deau failure. It will be alleged that the transfer was made with a ,view to defraud persons who mignt worry the millionaire bear leader, with a view to recovering their money from him. The counectiou of the firm of A. J. Weil &, Bro. with the transactions of Deau «!t Co. as agent for the concern is said to be established. Harry D. Kyle, a traveling agent for the Dean company, is now iu the employ of A. J. Weil iu thiscity. Kyle has stated that he is a partuer of Weil iu his speculative ventures. Originals of statements of fictitious accounts with this

urm are m the possession of the police. ! These stateiucuUure mainly interesting j as showing the methods of the combination. The mauagers sought to borrow the names of legitimate stock brokers and members of the stock exchange, in order to give tone to their enterprise, llow well they succeeded is shown by the evidence now at hand. The law firm of Weeks & Battle, of this city, represent Morris in the pres*, ent action, and no doubt will be re^’ tained by other victims of the Dean swindle. THE SON OF A PUBLISHER duller Arrest Charged with Complicity Is a llsuk Kubbarj. Kansas City, Mo., Dec. 23.—Wm. Sauer, son of W. U. Sauer, a Detroit publisher, is under arrest here cnarged with complicity in a bank robbery at Vermillion, Kas., so ae time ago. Sauer was found Tuesday" night suffering from injuries which will cost him an eye and which, he said, were received while preparing nitro-giycerine for his pals, who, he alleges, committed the actual robbery. Saner, together with a pal, was arrested as a common vagran t. He gave an assumed name, uud his identity did not become kuowu uutil he made a con* iession yesterday. Pushing Work on the Chitons. San Francisco. Dec. 24. —Work on the Japauese warship Chitous, in course of constructiou at the Union ir%n works, is being pushed forward, and she will be lauuched early in January. She will go at once to Japan, where she : will receive her armament. Blluard and Sm«>w Storm. Watertown, N. Y., De<£ 34.—One oi the worst blizzards that has visited this section in a number of years began Wednesday evening and continued all night. Two feet of snow now cow era the ground, and is still coming.

ENGLAND AND JAPAN. The Former Mak.ee a Demonstration A value* Corea. Hacked by tbe Ship* at ibe Latter—A Kuinor, Also, that the Baton Jack Mae Been HoUteU oa a* Island la the Mouth of the River Tang-Tee* Ktnng. London. Dec. 37.—Aspw&al d;s| from Shanghai $a^sT“ttfr.is report that 17 British \far ships are off Che* mulpo, Corea, southwest of Seoul, sup* porting the British consul's protest, really amounting to an ultimatum, against the king’s practically yieldiug the government of Corea into the hands of the Russian minister. v ' V “The protest is specially directed against the dismissal of MeLeavy Brown, British advisor to the Corean customs, in favor of the Russian norni* nee. The news has produced consternation at Seoul, which is heightened by the knowledge that Japan has a fleet of 30 war ships awaiting the result of the British representation which Japan fully supports. Japan is irritated by *he arrival of Russian troops in Corea and it is believed that she will oppose them. “According to advices from Tokio. Japan has offered to assist the officers at Pekin in drilling the Chinese army, and to conseut to a postponement of the war indemnity. Many of the viceroys and Pekin officials favor the proposal.” According to a dispatch to the Daily Mail from Shanghai, it is reported there, from reliable sources, that a British force landed at Chemulpo on Saturday and caused the reinstatement of MeLeavy Brown. The same dispatch refers to a native rumor that the Union Jack has beeu hoisted on an island in the mouth of the River Yaug-Tse-Kiang. The Pekin correspondent of the „ Times says: “The government refuses to place the likin under foreign control as security for the loan proposed by the llong Koug and Shanghai bank, and asserts that unless the loan is procur

able without this condition arrangements will forthwith be made fora Russian guaranteed four per cent, loan of 100,000,000 taels, to be issued at 03 net. “The security would be the land tax, which would remain under Chiuese administration. Chiua in return would give Russia a monopoly of the railroads and mines north of the great wall; open a port as a terminus of a railway (trans-Siberian), and would agree that a Russian should succeed Sir Robert Hart as director of Chinese imperial customs. If these conditions should be permitted, British trade interests would suffer severely.” The Shanghai correspondent of the Times says: “The sloop Phoenix sailed yesterday (Sunday) under orders to join the British squadron. The utmost secrecy is preserved with regard to the latter’s movements, but gossip here suggests that its destination is Ta-Lien-Wan.

FIRE IN THE CARGO. Bad Condition of th« British Steamer Lauibrrt's Point. St. Johns, N. F., Dec. 27.—The Brit.sh steamer Lambert's Point, Capt. Humphreys, seven days from Norfolk, Va., for Liverpool, with cattle, cotton, grain and a general cargo, has arrived here with her cotton on fire and thn ship in a bad state. On Friday afternoon the fire was discovered in the compartment amidship. It gained headway rapidly. Holes were ent in the cabin flooring, pipes inserted and the compartment flooded with steam and water. The captain headed the vessel for this port, and for 40 hours nobody rested, all hands battliug the fire, which, steadily gaining, spread to the fore compartment. It then became necessary to flood this, which gave the ship a list of 17 degrees to starboard. She encountered terrible weather in trying to reach here. Her sides and deck were almost unbearable with heat, aud the provisions were spoiled by steam and smoke. The paint is uow peeling off her sides; while gangs of men are lauding the cattle, almost maddened with the intense heat. Capt. Humphreys admits that he could not have controlled the fire 24 hours louger. Holes are being cut in her sides to admit steampipes. in the hope of having the fire subdued by Tuesday, when the cotton will be discharged uutil the seat of the fire is reached. Nearly the entire cargo has been damaged.

FIRE AT SANDY KOOK. Oflier. StonkoaM, Stable and a l-oOgtaa Mouse I.umrd. Sandt Hook. N. J., Dec. 87.—The office, storehouse, stable ami ooe of the lodging bouses, all old wooden buildings, at Camp Low, were consumed by fire early Yesterday morning. Camp Low was established at the former landing of the Sandy Hook boats. Daring the cholera scare a few years ago the wharf and platform were inclosed and roofed over and several hundred passengers were kept in quarantine there. The marine bopital service abandoned the station last year, and the buildings were purchased by a eontractor. who used them as a large boarding camp for the men employed in building garrison quarters at Fort Hancock. An overheated stove is supposed to have been responsible for the fire. JOHN COSGROVE. _ Death of the Well-Kaowu Athlete la the Albany City Hospital. Albany, N. Y., Dec. 87.—John Co* grove,.thewell-known athlete, died in the city hospital yesterday after an operation for appendicitis. He was a member of the New Jersey Athletic club, the Ridgefield Athletic club, and the Tenth battalion, A. A. of the national guard. Cosgrove won the all-round athletic championship of America in 1895-and finished second to Clark, of Boston, in this year’s comDetition. CkvwmTe’S