Pike County Democrat, Volume 31, Number 13, Petersburg, Pike County, 3 August 1900 — Page 7

§fikr bounty ^mortal M«C. STOOPS, Editor aid FupriiUl PETERSBURG, t INDIANA. THE OFF SIDE OF THE COW. Old Wendell Hopkins’ hired man la an ab-sent-minded chap; He’ll start tor a chair and like as not set . down in some one's lap. I happened along where he stopped to bait his hosses the other day— He’d given the hosses his luncheon pail and was trying to eat their hay— A kind of a foolish sort of a trick for even a hired man. But he tackled a different kind of a snag when he fooled with Matilda Ann. When he fooled with Matilda Ann, by jinks. he got it square in the neck, An$ the doctors say, though live he may, he’s a total human wreck. He’s wrapped in batting and thinking now Of the grief in insulting a brlndle cow.

Matilda Ann gives down her milk and she, ; doesn’t switch her tail. She gives ten quarts—week in. week out. and she never kicks the pail, t She doesn't hook and-she doesn't jump, but even Matilda Ann Ain't called to stand all sorts of grieffrom a silly hired man. And when he stubbed to the milking shed in sort of a dream and tried To make Matilda “So" an$ “Whoa” while he milked, on the w rong oft side— She giv’ him a look to wilt his soul and plugged him once with her hoof. And I guess that at last his wits were jogged as he slammed through the lintel roof. He's got a poultice on his brow Of the size of the foot of ajbrindle cow. Now, study the ways of the world, my son; oh. study the ways of life! It's the hustling chap who gets the cash or the girl he wants for a wife; It’s the feller that spots the place to grab when Chance goes swinging by Who gets his dab in the juiciest place and the biggest plum in the pie. There's always a chance to milk the world; there’s a teat, a pail arid a stool; There’s a place for the chap with sense and grit, but a dangerous holt for a fool. For while the feller that's up to snuff drums a merry tune in his pail The fool sneaks up on the left-hand side and lands in the grave or j^ail. It’s an awkward place, as you’ll^llow. The off-hand side of the world or a cow. —Lewiston Journal. Why I Don’t Marry By Arnold Maurice Anderson. from The Uum> n urunl. Sew York. U1 Pcrmiwlon. Reprinted kj

4 T AST? WEEK 1 attended a wedding. I 4 My old chum Max was married. He has a pretty little wife and they have purchased a neat little cottage over in Jersey somewhere. They have gone there to live; to settle down and forget the world at large; to live in each other; to be happy, contented with the humdrum of a Jersey village for the rest of their days. And Max wishes me to get married; to settle down; to move to Jersey and live near him; to be oblivious forever of the awful city noise and confusion. Max is still my friend. He didn’t realise what he was advising. He meant no harm. Max is a business man. He has had any amount of business'experience, but he isn’t a philosopher. He looks on the bright side of things, even matrimony. When 1 refused, point-blank to consider myself even a possible victim in the matrimonial areua, Max became much annoyed and demanded my reasons. I hated to tell him anything that might tend to mar his happiness, but he was so insistent that 1 was .compelled to give him a serious answer. The windows of my room face to the rear, and so command a rear view of a large tenement house and-a row of modest hats. 1 led. Max to the window and bade him ponder upon the scene. There are the homes of some 30 or 40 families—all the result of matrimony. Max gazed wonderingly for a few moments, and then remarked that likely enough they: were happy homes. This was exactly what I had wished him to say, and without further ado I took up my diary and required him to read portions of it at random. In regard to my diary, a word of explanation is necessary. It is my custom to write some pretty sentiment (usually on love) at the top of each page, and, moreover, the diary itself* is more of a record of the actions of my neighbors than a chronicle of my own life. My reason for misusing the diary thus is purely selfish—I find it easier and more exciting. Max took the book and opening it, began to read aloud.

WEDNESDAY. “Peace reigns where love abounds.’* The Irish family on the top floor of ? the tenement has had a worse time than usual to-day.' The head of the house came home in an ill-humor, and after a preliminary volley of oaths, proceeded to order his wife to quit the house and “lug* along the bra# with her” (referring to the baby). The poor woman left and has not yet returned (11:30 p. m.). All quiet with Italian family No. 3. Family No. 2 quarreled with the Irish woman on the floor belqw. The battle of words took place from the windows. No serious injuries sustained. THURSDAY. “Love is a bird of rare plumage.’* The parrot continues to scream all day. All the miserable creature can •ay is, “Bare foot! Bare foot!” and this it shrieks at the top of its voidfe from one end of the .day to the other. The Irish family is still at war. The wife returned this morning, but was immediately ordered out again by her husband, who did not go to work today. The two little Italian babies, the twins belonging to family No. 1, en- j gaged in hostilities this morning out on the fire-escape. They were rescued In due time by the mother, who finished the fight in a manner of he^own. Other families at peace to-day, so far m I know. FRIDAY. “A loving wife rejoices at the sound Of her husband’s footsteps.’’ The Irish woman came back to4gy

■when her husband was out. When ha finally came home there was an e*» change of hostile word*, but soon a truce was established, and. the poor woman- was allowed to prepare the evening meal. SATURDAY. “An infant's wall reaches the tender* est spot in the human breast.’* There is a new baby at Italian family No. 3’s. The youngster is a true bohemian—he makes the night hideous with his yells.,; I must confess that I have lost my prejudice against soothing sirups—they are a benefactor of the human race. SUNDAY. “Children are the flowers that make the garden of life beautiful.’’ A rather oldish couple dwell m one of the flats, together with two pretty daughters. I have been admiring the girls from a distance, but now the dream is changed. To-day the girls became viuced at the old folks and upbraided tnem in a most unfilial mani ner. The trouble seemed to be about bicycling on the Sabbath. The parents objected, but the young ladies had their way. 1 saw them, in th**ir abbreviated costumes, take their j wheels and leave the house. On the whole this is a very quiet Sunday, as most of tlie Italian ar.d Irish families

are away from nome. MONDAY. “Matrimony is the highest state ot earthly bliss.” There is a middle-aged pair living iu one of the flats, that has always impressed me as being exceedingly happy and contented. The husband'usually sits by rhe window every eveninp reading his p^per. while his wife, singing snatches of-song, goes about clearing the table and washing the dishes. Tonight my former good opinion was shattered. There has occurred a most bitter civil war in. that once happy home. The^husband took up his paper as was his custom, and commenced to peruse it, when suddenly without any warning, his wife began rating him unmercifully. She talked so fast and so excitedly that. I could not catch the drift of her grievance, but now and again I would hear the word “absurdity” uttered with additional force. The husband strove to ignore his storming Xanthippe, but she would not submit to it. In her desperation she snatched the newspaper from his hands and cuffed him very unlovingly on the head. Next the broom figured in the fray, to the discomfiture of the husband, but still he did not resent. The onf-sdded battle raged fiercely for fully 15 minutes, and not once did the unfortunate victim return a blow or even a word, so far as1[ could make out. Once, however, he made a rush tor the door, but was intercepted. In the course of an hour the usual calm was restored; TUESDAY. “Loving husbands have dutiful wives.” The good man who figured so nobly in yesterday’s battle, is in the kitchen this evening washing the dishes. His wife is now reading the paper in his place by the window. I wonder if this

"THE. BACK DOOR SIDE OF LIFE." I is one of the terms in their treaty of peace. The children in the tenement had a free-for-all fight to-day. It seemed to be the Irish against the I tab l ian. WEDNESDAY. “Love often speaks in sons.” I have noticed, lately, a man with a most mournful expression on his face, .who, every evening, sits looking out the window. He has a most unhappy face! I often wonder what makes him so sad. His wife appears to be very thoughtful.; She plays and sings for him every night. Ah; perhaps that is the reason! . Four families in the tenement quarreling to-night. I think I shall move soon or I certainly shall be- j come a cynic iu regard to matrifiony. j THURSDAYS “Love is present even in the brute world.”

Irishman on the top floor of the tenement came home intoxicated, but his -wife Jeft the house before he could abuse her. The children have resumed hostilities. The parrot has discovered a more annoying way to shriek: “Bare ; foot! ” The two pretty girls are a bus- ; ing the old folks again, but worst of ail, two cats are fightihg it out in the back yard. Not even beasts can live happily together. I have deceided to ! move into a front room. Here Max ceased reading, and. after : some moments' of deep meditation, he said: “Yes, I think you eught to move. It’s unhealthy to see only the backdoor side of life.” A City •* Waters Bangkok is a city of waters. It h an Indo-Chinese Venice.' More people live in floating homes on the Mennm, . “the Nile of Siam,” and the many can* : als, than in permanent buildings. Increased Cotton Crop In B*ypt. Under British rule the <cotton crop of Egypt has doubled, and now amounts to over 500,000,000 pounds a year j *

ON WHAT TO READ. Talmage, the Noted Divine, Given Some Timely Suggestions. The Create*! Bleiilag •( m Xathi 1* aa Elevated Ltteratarei IU Greateit Cane, aa lapart LIteratare. [Copyright, 19G0, by Louis Klopsch.J Washington. July 23. Dr. Talmage, who has been spending a few days in St. Petersburg, sends the following report of a discourse which will be helpful to those who have an appetite for literature and would like some rules to guide them in the selection of books and newspapers: Text, Acts 19:19: “Many of thetn also which used curious arts brought thjir books together and burped them before all men. and they counted the price of them and found it 50.0(0 pieces of silver.*’ Paul had been stirring up Ephesus with some lively sermons about the sins of that place. Among the more important results was the fact that the citizens brought out their bad books and in a public place made a bonfire of t;hem. 1 see the people coming out with their arms full of Ephesian literature and tossing it into the flames. I hear an economist who is standing by saying:' “Stop this waste. Here are $7.obt) worth of books. Do you propose to burn them all up? If you don't want to dead them yourselves, sell them and let somebody else read them." “No.*’ said the people; “if these books are not good for us. they-are not good for anybody else, and we shall stand and watch until the last leaf has burned to ^shes. They have done us a world of harp. and they shall never db others harp.” Hear the flames crackle and roar! Weil, my friends, one of the wants of the [cities is a great bonfire of bad books and newspapers. We have enough fuel to make a blaze 200 feet hig)* Many of the publishing houses would do well to throwjnto the blaze theiir entire stock of goods. Bring forth the insufferable trash and put it into the tire antHet it be known in the presence of God and angels and men thajt you are going to rid your homes of the overtopping and underlying

cuyse of profligate literature. Tfhe printing press is the mightiest agency on earth foftgood antL-for evil. Th|e minister of the Gospel, standing in a pulpit, has a responsible position, but 1 do not think it is as responsible as [the position of an editor or a publisher. At what distant point of time, at I what far-out cycle of eternity, will ceajise the influence of a Henry J. Ray* mpnd'or a Horace Greeley, or a James Gordon Bennett, or a Watson Webb, or an Erast us Brooks, or a Thomas Kihselia? Take the overwhelming statistics of the circulation of the daily and weekly newspapers and then cipher if you can how far up and how fat- down and how far out reach the influences of the American printing pijess. What is to be the issue of all this? I believe the Lord intends the printing press to be the chief means for the world’s rescue and evangelization, and 1 jthipk that the great last battle of the world will not be fought with swords and guns, but with types and presses, a .purified and Gospel literature triumphing over, trampling down and crushing out forever that which is depraved. The only way to overcome updean literature is by scattering abroad that which is healthful. May Gjod .speed the cylinders of.am honest, intelligent, aggressive. Christian printipg press. I have to tell you that the greatest blessing that ever came to the nations is that of an elevated literature, and the greatest scourge has been that o? uncjean literature. This last has ft* vicnjsents. It has helped to fill insjyie asylums and penitentiaries and almshouses and dens of shame. The bodies of this infection lie in the hospitals and in the graves, while their souls are being tdssed over into a lost eternity, an avalanche of horror and despair! The London plague was nothing to it. That counted its victims by thousands, but this modern pest has already shoveled its millions into the charnel house of the morally dead. The longest rail train that ever ran over the tracks was pot long enough or large enough to ejarry the beastliness and the putrefaction which have been gathered up iri bad books and newspapers in the

last 20 years. . Now. it is amid such circumstances that I put a question of overmastering importance to you and your families. What books and newspapers shall we rjead? You see I group them together. A newspaper is only a book in a swifter and more portable shape, and the same rules which will apply to book reading tt'i’l apply to newspaper reading. What shall we read? Shall our minds be the receptacle of everything that an author has a mind to write? Shall there be no distinction between the tree of life and the tree of death? Shall we stoop down and drink out of the trough which the wickedness of men has filled with pollution and shame? Shall we mire in impurity and chase fantastic will-o’the-wisps across the swamps, when we might walk in the blooming gardens of God? Oh. no! For the sake of our present and everlasting welfare we must make an intelligent and Christian choice. Standing as we do, chin deep in fictitious literature, the question that young people are asking is: “Shall we read novels?*’ I reply: There are hovels that are pure, good, Christian, elevating to the heart and ennobling to the life. But I still have further to say that I believe that 75 out of the ICO novels in this day are baleful aqd destructive to the last degree. A pure work of fiction is history ano poetry combined. It is a history of things around us with /'

tiie licenses and the assumed name* of poetry. The world can never pay the debt which it owea to ouch writers of fiction as Hawthorne and McKenzie and Landon and Hunt and Arthur and others whose names are familiar to alL The follies of high life were never better exposed than by Miss Edgeworth. The memories of the past were never more faithfully embalmed than in the writings of Walter Scott. Cooper's novels are healthfully redolent with the breath of the seaweed and the air of the American forest. Charles Kingsley has emitted the morbidity of the world and led a great many to appreciate the poetry of sound health, strong muscles and fresh air. Thackeray did a grand work in caricaturing the pretenders to gentility and high blood. Dickens has built his own monument in his books, which are a plea for the poor and the anathema of injustice, and there are a score ofnovelistic pens to-day doing mighty work for Cod and righteousness. Now. I say. books like these, read at right times and read in right proportion with ojther books, cannot help but be ennobling and purifying; but. alas, fortheloathsomeand impure literature that has come in the shape of novels, like a freshet overflowing all the banks of decency and common sense! They are coming from some of the most celebrated publishing houses. They are coming with recommendations of some of our religious newspapers. They lie on your center table to curse your children and blast with their infernal fires generations unborn. Y*ou find these books in the desk of the school miss, in the trunk of the young man. in the steamboat eabin, on the table of the hotel reception-room. You see sa light in your child's room late ’ at night. You suddenly go in and say: “What are you doing?’.’ “I am reading;” “What are you reading?” “A book.” You look at the book. It is a bad book. “Where did you get it?” “1 borrowed it.” Alas>, there are always

tnose abroad, who like to loan to your son or daughter a bad book! Everywhere. everywhere, an unclean literatude. I charge upon it the destruction of .10.000 immortal souls, and I bid you wake up to the magnitude of the evil. I charge you in the fiyst place to stand aloof from all books that give false pictures of life. Life is neither a tragedy nor a farce. Men are not all either knaves or heroes. Women are neither angels nor furies. And yet if you depended upon much of the literature of the day you would get the idea that life, instead of being something earnest, something practical, is a fitful and fantastic and extravagant thing. How poorly prepared are that young man and woman for the duties of to-day who spent last night wading through brilliant passages descriptive of magnificent knavery and wickedness! The man will be looking all day long for his heroine in the office. by the forge, in the factory, in the counting room, and he will not find her. and he will be dissatisfied. A man who giyes himself up to the indiscriminate reading of novels will be nerveless, inane and a nuisance. He will be fit neither fbr the store, nor the shop nor the field. A woman \yho gives herself up to the indiscriminate reading of novels will be unfitted for the duties of wife, mother, sister, daughter. There she is. hair disheveled. countenance vacant, cheeks pale, hands trembling, bursting into tears at. midnight over the fate of some unfortunate lover; in the daytime, when she ought to be busy, staring by the half hour at nothing biting her finger nails into the quick. The carpet that was plain before will be plainer after having wandered through a romance all night long in tessellated halls of castles. And your industrious companion will be more unattractive than ever, now that you have walked in the romance through parks with plumed princesses or lounged in the arbor with the polished desperado. Oh. these Confirmed novel readers! They are unfitted for this life, which is a tremendous discipline. They know not how to go through the furnaces of trial through which they must pass, and they are unfitted for a world where everything we gain we achieve by hard and long continued work. Again. I charge you to stand off lrotn all those books which corrupt the imagination and inflame the passions. I do net refer now to that kind of book which the villain has under his coat waiting' for the sphool to get out, and then, looking both ways to see that there is no policeman .around the block, offers th * book to your son on Lis way home. I do not speak of 'hat kind of literature, £ut that which evades the law and comes out in polished style, and with acute plot sounds the tocsin that

rouses up an tne oaser passions ox the soul. To-day. under the nostrils of the people, there is a fetid, reeking. unwashed literature, enough to poison all the fountains of public virtue and smite your sons and daughters as with the wing of a destroying angel, and it is time that the0 ministers of the Gospel blew the trumpet and rallied the forces of righteousness, all armed to this great battle^ against a depraved literature. Again, abstain from those books which are apologetic of crime. It is a sad thing that some of the best and most beautiful bookbindery and some of the finest rhetoric have been brought to make sin attractive. Vice is a horrible thing anyhow. It is born in shame, and it dies howling in the darkness, v In this world it is scourged with a whip of scorpions, but afterward the thunders of God’s wrath pursue it across a boundless desert, beating it with ruin and woe. When you come to paint carnality, do not paint it as looking from behind embroidered curtains or through lattice of royal seraglio, but as writhing in the agonies of a city hospital. Cursed be the books that try to make

imparities decent end :rime attractive and hypocrisy noble! Cursed be the books that swarm wha libertines desperadoes, who make the brain of the '-young- people whirl with villainy! Ye authors who write them, ye publishers who print them, ye booksellers who distribute them, shall be cut to pieces, if not by an aroused community, then at l ist by the hail of Divine vengeance, which shall sweep to the lowest pit of vierdition all ye murderers of so iris. I tell you, though .you iney escape in this world, you will be ground at! last under the hoof of eternal calau lities, and yoa will be chained to the rock, and yon will have the vultures of despair clawing at your soul, and those whom you have destroyed will come around to torment you, and to pour hotter coals of fury upon your head, and rejoice eternally in the outcry of your pain, and the howl ef your damnation. “God shall wound the hairy scalp of him that goeth cn in his trespasses.’* % The clock strikes midnight. A fair form bends over a romance. The eyes flash fire. The breath is quick and irregular. Occasionally the color dashes to the cheek and then dies out. The hands tremble as though n guardian spirit were trying to shake the deadly book out of ti^e grasp. Hot tears fall. SJiec laughs With a shrill voice that drops dead at its own sound. The sweat “on ter brow is the spray dashed up from the river of death. The clock strikes four, and the rosy dawn soon if ter begins to look through the lattice updp the pale form that looks ike a detained specter of the night. Soou in a madhouse she will mistake her ringlets for curling serpents and thrust her white hand through the bars of the prison and smite her head, rubbing it back as though to push the scalp from the skull, shrieking: “My brain! My orain!” Oh, stand off from that! "Why will you go sounding your way amid c ic reefs when there is such a vast Ocean in which you may voyage, all sail set?. Much of the impure pictorial literature is most tremendous for ruin. There is no one who can like good pictures better than I do. The quickest and most condensed way of impressing the public mind is by picture. What the painter does by his brush for a few favorites, the engraver does by his km*? for the million. What the author accomplishes by 50 pages the artist Coes by a flash. The best part of a painting that costs $10,000 you may buj' for ten cents. Fine paintings belong to the aristocrat of art. Engravings belong to the democracy of art. You do well to gather good pictures in your homes. But what shall I say of the prostitution of art to the purposes of iniquity? These death warrants o ' the soul are at every street corner. They smite the vision of the young m: n with pollution. Many a young map buying a copy has* bought his eternal discomfiture. There may be enough prison in one bad picture to poison one soul and that soul may poilson ten. pad ten fifty, and fifty hundreds and. the hundreds thousands, until nothing but the measuring i line of eternity can tell the height and | depth and ghastliness ind horror of j the great undoing. The work of death that the wicked author does in a whole ! book the bud engraver may do on a half side of a pictorial. Under the guise of pure mirth the young man buys one of these sheets; He unrolls it before his comrades amid roars of laughter, but long after the paper is gone the result may. perhaps, be seen j in the blasted imaginations of those who saw it. The queen df death holds a banquet every night, arid these periodicals are the invitation to her guests.

Young man. buy- non this moral strychnine for yo0ur sou'. ! Pick not up this nest of eoilfcd add-rs for your , pocket! Patronize no news stand that j keeps them. Have you;* r<$om bright with good engravings, out for these outrageous pictures h,ave not one wall, not one bureau, not one pocket. A man is no better than the picture he loves to look at. If your eyes are not pure your heart cannot be. At {he newsstand one can guess the character of man by the kind of pict orial he purchases,? When the devil fails to get a man to read a bad book, he sometimes succeeds in getting hits to look at a toad picture. When Satan goes a-fish-ing he does not care whether it is a long line or a short line, if he only diraws his victim in. Beware of lasciv- j ious pictorials, young nan, in the name of Almighty God. I charge you. Cherish good books anil newspapers. Beware of bad ones. Ti e assassin of Lord Russell declared that he was led ; into crime by reading c ne vivid ro-t mance. The consecrated John Angell ! James, than whom England never pro- j duced a better man, declared in his old | age that- he had never ye got over the j evil effects of having for 15 minutes j once read a bad book. But I need not • go so far off. I could tell you of a com- j rade who was great hearted, noble and ! generous. He was studying for an hon- i orable profession, but he had an infidel book in his trunk, and he said to me j one day: “De Witt, would you like to ; read it?” 1 said: “Yes. I would.” I took the book and. read ;t only for a i few minutes. I was really startled ! with what I saw there, tnd I handed the book back to him ant said: ‘Toil had better destroy that- book.” No, he kept it. He read it. He reread it. i After awhile he gave up religfon as a j myth. He gave $fp God as a nonentity. ! He gave up the Bible as a fable. He j gave up the church of Christ as a use- i less institution. He gave ap good mor- ! els as being unnecessarily stringent, j I have heard of him but twice in many ; years. The time before thelagtlheardof | him He was a confirmed inebriate. The r last I heard of him he was coming out I of an insane asylum—in body, ruitd and ; Ron! an awful wreck. 1 be ieve that one i infidel book killed him foi* two war Ms !

CAUSED BT BAD LOANS. Warrant tor tk« Arrest at a H*av» Csttto Dcaler-Aa AU«s«Nt Second Gillett. Kansas City* Mo., July 30.—A war* rant has been issued for tbe arrest of Edward L. Swazey, charged with ia» tent to defraud by selling to the Third national bank of Springfield, Mass., a mortgage of *7,259 on 261 heed of cattle dWned by J. H. Kenney, of Hemphill county, Texas. It is 'alleged that Swazey represented that tbe mortgage was a first lien, whereas it wis a second lien- It true, the operation is identical with those pursued by Grant Gillett, the Kansas plunger, who mortstaged cattle to the amount of over a million dollars. Gillett crossed to old Mexico, where he has since resided. According to a report from the of. fiee of the Hankers?* and Cattlemen’s Protective association, the Swazey *s irregularities approximate $70,000. Until the time of its financial collapse, three <nnnths ,a«ro, Mr, Swazey was s member of the local commission firn: 3l Ladd. Penny & Sv,azf\ The firm did a general cattle commission business at the st«x*k yards. The loss is said tu be generally distributed anioi g banks, some of then! in tlu- east, st that it is not heavy us any one person or <t»m*ert v , Swazey is well known in Kansas City and through- the cattle /rot ini-fry west of lure, having been in th»* business for di;i:*y years, tie is said to be on hoard .the steamship llcrinasc, sailing for Hip-nos Ayres, South America, having gone on board July *>. List twt hours ahead of Detective Kirk, yvht followed hit;- from Kansas City to K**w York, armed with a yvarrant whiet was issued l>y the ant lim it res" here. At tlie time of the failure of th« cattle firm of Ladd. Penny t Swazey, it was impossible to discover the amoti^it involved, especially as the company did business over, such a wide range of country. Three d tvs afterward 'inquiries .began to come in, and simultaneous reports of the mental, as well as the physical collapse of tlic yunior metrlx-r of the firm. Themes L. I.i dd. senior member of the firm, makes the folk wing stato

ment: • “1 do not know the present where* aborts- of Mr Swazey, but have been in Conned.upon what teems to be relia/ hie authority, that he has left fW South America. If it is true, I can not account for his departure T do not bciieve Mr. Swazey has dt ne anything criminal. As far as we k cw at pres* » cut his books are all straight,, and we ha\e no reason to.suspect that he has been in any way dishonest with the firm. “Mr. Swazey was the financial man cf. the firm. He handled all the paper and had exclusive control of that department of the firm's business. In the latter put of June we discovered that we had become overloaded with paper, and it was then that Mr. Swazey informed us of certain bit;- leans made „ in Oklahoma which proved to be bad. *1 his was a she rt time before his mind collapsed, which I believed was caused from worrying over these bad loans. J?is failure to inform us of the threatcue d financial crisis .was jxissibly due to bis proud disposition, rather than any intentional wrong. ‘ "Soon after Mr, Swazey suffered the collapse of his menial faculties he was taken to Chicago.* l later heard that he ha.l been placed in an asylum in Maryland." The .Tcurn d t%-day sajs: “I liter developments ir ihe alleged rmbezzlement of K. I.. Swazey indiaaie that he h; s been operating on a much larger scale than was at first suppos'd.-and that the alleged fraud lnam un up into the hundreds of thousands. Stockmen and othei-s who know the status of the ease compara- > ♦i»-fv well, say that other arrests will follow if Swazey is taken. •‘Attorney L. C. Bovle, who is prosecuting the ease, refuses to make a rtaieiitenf, but promises startling developments in the netr future.” SHOW TRAIN WRECKED, Due of Buffalo Bill'll Men Dead ant Nine Otkent Sent to the Hospital.

Detroit, Mich., July 30.—Section one of the Buffalo Bill Wild West show's from suffered a severe collision near Milwaukee junction, shortly before daylight yesterday, resulting in the smashing of a show employes’ sleeping car, containing some 40 sleeping inrngrtes. <£ne of the latter is dead and uinf others are in Detroit , hospitals suffering from, more or less serious injuries. , . 1 At the time of the collision the train, persisting of 20 wagon and stock cars, four of the show’s sleeping cars and » Grand Trunk caboose, was being transferred from the Michigan Central to the Detroit, Grand Haven & Milwaukee road. The train was be ug pushed backward from the “Y” at the Milwaukee junction, when it was struek by an out-going Grand Trunk freight train. The caboose was forced on top of the Buffalo Bill’s employes’ sleepet No. 56, which was filled with sleeping tent and canvasmen. When the unin* 5tired men bad recovered from tin shock, the wrecked sleeper wai chopped open, and the injured gradu ally gotten out.

Transfer Steamer Suk. Memphis, Term., July 30.—The tracs. fer steamer Gen. Pierson, plying be* tween Memphis and Hope field, strncl a hidden obstruction last night ant sank in eight feet of watej-. The Pier son cost $65,000, and is owned by th« Choctaw, Oklahoma & Gulf Railroad Co. It is believed the boat can bt raised. - ^ ;f Crop Will be Sa< ed. ' Bombay, Jnly 30—TIm rainfall in Guzerat is good and. general prospect* have greatly improved. The crous al ready sown will he saved. \