People's Pilot, Volume 2, Number 36, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 24 February 1893 — Page 3

THE CITY OF GOD. Four square it lies, with walls of gleaming pearl. And gates that are not shot at all by day; There evermore their wings the storm winds furl. And night falls not upon the shining way. Up which by twos and threes, and in great throngs The happy people tread, whose mortal road Led straight to that fair home of endless songs, The city, beautiful and vast, of God. Eye hath not seen, ear hath not heard, the joy, The light, the bloom of that sweet dwelling place, Where praise is aye the rapturous employ Of those who there behold God’s loving face. Here, fretted by many a tedious care And bowed by burdens on the weary road. We cannot dream of all the glory there, . In that bright city, beautiful, of God. There some have waited for our coming long, Blown thither on the mystic tide of death, They catch some fragments of our broken song, The while the eternal years are as a breath. There we shall go one gladsome day of days, And drop forever every cumbering load, And we shall view, undimmed by earth’s low haze, The city, beautiful and vast, of God. In that great city we shall see the King, And tell Him how he took us by the hand And let us in our weakness, drag and cling, As children when they do not understand Yet with the mother walk as night comes on And wish that home was on some shorter road. O, with what pleasure shall we look upon Our Saviour in the city of our God! —Margaret E. Sangster, in Congregationalist

A LITTLE COMEDY OF ERRORS

By S. S. MORTON.

[Copyrighted, 1891, by S. S. Morton, and published by special arrangement] CHAPTER I.—CONTINUED. He started to his feet with a sudden flash of recklessness in his eyes, and paced the floor for a few moments while he mentally debated this point; then the question was settled. “On the whole,” he said, aloud, “I will go. Why not? It will be merely carrying out the programme that I have already determined upon. I have commenced to drift; I might as well continue the exciting experiment. It is possible, indeed most probable, that Mrs. Maynard will at once discover that I am not the particular Mr. North to whom her note was addressed; but in that case I can make some sort of apology; ‘note fell into my hands by mistake; carelessness of the clerk; same name; very amusing coincidence,’ and so on, and thus bow myself gracefully out of the affair. But if, on the other hand, she should share the popular misapprehension as to my identity, why then I’ll —be guided by circumstances!” He paused now before his valise, which the porter had deposited on a chair, and, opening it, commenced unpacking and tossing its contents carelessly on the bed. Among other items a rather formidable-looking memorandum book, bound in Russia leather, came to light. As his eye fell upon it, a sudden inspiration seemed to seize him. “Something is certain to come of this ridiculous affair,” he said to himself, taking up the note book, and also pen and ink which he had in convenient portable shape, “so I will just make a of what has already occurred. It may be the significant beginning of important and interesting events.” With this reflection he established himself at the writing table and commenced to record in the pages of his note book the thrilling experiences he had just passed through. Allan North had a phenomenally treacherous memory, which, instead of strengthening it by a wise recourse to one or all of the popular memory systerms now in vogue, he had unconsciously weakened still further by an habitual subserviency to note-book and pencil. Possessing a certain sense of humor, a fluent style of expression, and the leisure that enabled him to exercise his literary talents, he frequently elaborated his daily notes beyond the mere jotting down of facts which it was im-

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TOSSING ITS CONTENTS CARELESSLY.

portant for him to remember. If you, dear reader, could have deciphered the hastily scrawled pages preceding the entry upon which he was now engaged, you would have found them to read thus: “Monday.—Was in court this morning for the first time since the Dunkirk will case was called. Found things in statu quo. Hopkins and Shepherd both out of town. Possibly after that missing witness who still continues non est inventus. Suspect she’s a myth. Hunter and Ketchum both jubilant. Say they are sure of winning. Hope they will; credit of the office at stake. Thus far no trace of that missing niece. Query: Is she a myth, too? ? “Tuesday.—Startling developments in the Dunkirk case to-day. Will proven to be a forgery. Hopkins and Shepherd evidently had no hand in it. They were both considerably taken aback when this fact was established by the experts, and they telegraphed at once to the claimant’s confidential legal adviser—odd that I never happened to hear him spoken of by name—to find

out what it all means. In my opinion they would better send a detective after him. I'll stake my last cigar (the one I smoked last, I mean) that the fair claimant and her confidential legal adviser—who, by the way, has wisely kept at a safe distance from New York during this investigation—will prove to be the persons who forged that document. Hunter and Ketchum are still advertising for information concerning Annie Dupont, the niece and sole heir at law. No result thus far. Meanwhile, there is a fine little case of forgery to be investigated. Already the inside theories are being woven, and, if I mistake not, there will be some interesting developments in the case before many days. “Wednesday. Here’s a state of things! Hunter and Ketchum have to-day received a communication from a man calling himself Dennis O’Reilly (doesn’t that savor of the Emerald isle?) living in X , a city of considerable importance in the wild west, who—the Irishman, I mean—claims to be in possession of facts that will lead to the discovery and identification of Annie Dupont. For my part I have no faith in the story; but H. and K. think the matter is worth investigating, and they have proposed that I go at once to X— find this man and follow up his clew if it should prove to be worth anything. The prospect is rather enlivening, and, as it happens, my professional engagements are not so numerous or exacting just now as to interfere with my absenting myself from the office. Prosecuted a case of assault and battery yesterday, and sent defendant to jail. Don’t know whether he was guilty or not. Suspect not; but I proved that he was, and that was the end of it. And now, inflamed by that grand success, my voice is still for war! Wish I could get hold of something sensational, something really worthy of my attention. Assault and battery! I blush to write the words. Are my talents to be dissipated, my nerve and brain tissues to be worn out pursuing such paltry game as that? The fates forbid! There must be some higher destiny in store for me. Perhaps this mission to X— will furnish me the sensational experiences that I long for. I think I’ll start tomorrow. My constitution demands a slight change of air and scenery, and the trip will no doubt be of great benefit to me, though whether anything of importance to business interests will result therefrom is somewhat problematical.” Immediately after this came North’s latest entry: “Friday noon.—At X—. Just got here. Quite a breezy, wide-awake little city, inhabited by a set of harmless and amusing lunatics. Their first manifestation of eccentricity was to insist that I am some other fellow, who oddly enough bears my illustrious name, follows my honorable profession, looks like me, and, as the final link in this astonishing chain of coincidences, although out of town at this present writing, boards at the very hotel at which I am stopping. Tried to convince them of their mistake. No use. Average mind not open to conviction. Finally decided to let them have their own way about it, and am therefore going to play my role in this comedy of errors as Antipholus of Syracuse, unless Antipholus of Ephesus steps in prematurely and defeats my purpose. Must hunt up Dennis O’Reilly. Forlorn hope. Don’t know where to look for him. Probably digging ditches somewhere. H. and K. must have been crazy to pay any attention to his communication. “Note Extraordinary (made five minutes after arrival after the manner of English tourists visiting the states). —People of X— are very sociably inclined. Circumstances offered in evidence: I find here on the instant of my arrival a note from one, Mrs. Maynard, evidently a lady moving in aristocratic circles, inviting me to call upon her at two o’clock this afternoon. No references required. Invitation downright and unconditional. In spite of the embarrassing fact that I have never had the honor of meeting the lady aforesaid, and have not the slightest idea where she lives, I have decided that it will not be politic to slight the very first invitation extended to me here, and I am therefore intending to call upon the said Mrs. Maynard, of No. 33 Delaplaine street, at the hour and place aforesaid. Have a vague hope that she may be able to throw some light upon the present mystery of my identity. If she decides that I am myself, the verdict of the general public will be immediately set aside. If she insists that I am the other fellow, I will humbly bow to the decision. Capital idea! Saves me all further responsibility in the matter. Interesting psychological question. Not exactly a case of Jekyll and Hyde, but rather suggests the query whether a man may not have two separate and distinct personalities without being at all aware of it until some one else discovers the fact for him. On second thought, I am not sure but the real question is, whether or not a man can be in two different places at one and the same time. Pshaw! No use in wearying my brain with these airy speculations. My first duty is to find out who I really am. With that point once clearly and indisputably settled (by Mrs. Maynard), all these minor questions will take care of themselves. I think my prospects for innocent amusement here look promising. As to business, can’t tell yet. Shall reserve judgment on that point until I have had an interview with Mr. O'Reilly.” It was at this point that North closed his book, threw down his pen and consuited his watch again. As the immediate result of this latter proceeding he started up with the audible exclamation: “One o’clock! I must be expeditious if I expect to be at Mrs. Maynard’s at the appointed hour. I shall do my best to make a good impression; all in the other fellow’s interests, of course! I suspect that I’m pretty well acquainted at No. 33; note sounds a little that way. I wonder upon what action this summons is based? Nothing whatever in the writ to indicate that, ‘Mrs. Maynard will be at home at two o'clock.

Will it be convenient for Mr. North to call at that hour?’ ” CHAPTER II. Ant. S.—There’s not a man I meet but doth salute me, As if I were their well acquainted friend; And everyone doth call me by my name. —Comedy of Errors. At half-past one o’clock Allan North reappeared on the hotel portico. The number of idlers there had diminished considerably during the past half hour; only Col. Dayton and the gentleman with the eye-glasses remaining of the original group. The latter, tipped back in a chair with his feet elevated to the top of the veranda railing, was enveloped in a cloud of fragrant cigar smoke, which he contemplated with as much complacency as if it had been a halo of glory. The colonel, seated beside him with a newspaper spread out before him, was proclaiming aloud to his rather inattentive auditor the news of the day, foreign, domestic and local. ‘‘Ha! Mr. North,” he exclaimed, coming to a full stop in his reading, “are you off again?” “For a short time, colonel,” answered North, pausing on the steps to give a final smoothing down to his gloves. The gentleman with the eye-glasses took his cigar from his teeth, cleared away the encircling smoke and turned toward North with a half sneering scrutiny. “I say,” he suddenly demanded, the idle curiosity in his expression changing to selfish interest, “are you going to the office?” North lifted his eyebrows slightly; a comment entirely for his own benefit. Perhaps he had an office, and a practice that would be likely to make some demand upon his attention. Might not that be a trifle awkward? “Well,” he said to himself, “this cannot go on forever, I shall either succeed in establishing my own identity, or be

PROCLAIMING ALOUD TO HIS INATTENTIVE AUDITOR.

taken in ‘charge by the commissioners’ in lunacy, before I have been many hours in X—!” Then aloud: “To the office?” he repeated, in a leisurely way, as if he were mentally debating the question. “I hadn’t thought of it. Why?” “Oh, I was merely intending to ask you, if you were going there, to take a message to Morris. No consequence. I shall probably get down there in time to catch him myself. You know he takes that trespass case into court this afternoon. I’m waiting now to see Woods, who promised to meet me here at one o’clock. He’s late, as usual—confound him! Any idea where you are going, North?” Alas, he had not! But he smiled serenely as he answered with reckless candor: “Why, yes, my dear fellow; I may as well tell you that I am due at No. 33 Delaplaine street at two o’clock.” “Indeed!” No surprise, but considerable significance in this dry rejoinder. “Do you know where that is?” pursued North with amiable sociability, thinking the while that, if so, he envied the gentleman with the eyeglasses the information.

“Where what is? No. 33 Delaplaine street?” demanded that gentleman, with a blank stare. “Good heavens, man, how long do you intend to keep up this role of idiot? Wasn’t it I that first introduced you there, I’d like to know?” “Perhaps it was,” admitted North, nonchalantly. “It might have been, for anything that I am prepared to say to the contrary,” he added mentally, as he stood for a moment pulling his mustache in a meditative way and glancing with a puzzled air up and down the street. “I say, North, have you taken to low comedy as a permanent thing?” continued the aggrieved possessor and wearer of the eye-glasses. “It’s a shock, even to me, to see you degenerating so suddenly into the character of a clown.” “I can vary it with high tragedy,” said North, accommodatingly, as he went down the steps, “if that will suit you any better, my dear fellow. Au revoir!” And with a delightful sense of uncertainty as to whither he was tending, he started slowly down the street. He had not proceeded very far when he was arrested* by the colonel’s facetious exclamation: “I say, Mr. North, are you walking in your sleep? Delaplaine street isn’t down that way, you know!” North whirled around composedly and retraced his steps. "Will you be kind enough to tell me, then, my dear colonel,” he said, “where Delaplaine street is? I give you my word that I have not the faintest idea.” And, pausing by the steps as he muttered this astonishing confession of ignorance, he looked up at the colonel witn innocent perplexity depicted in his countenance. “Mr. North, what is the matter with you?” demanded Col. Dayton, in whose round, astonished eyes North read not a little dismay and suspicion. “Nothing at all, colonel, except the difficulty that I have mentioned,” returned North, reassuringly. "The case

is as plain as a pikestaff. I wish to go to Delaplaine street, and I have not the faintest idea where Delaplaine street is. Now, is not that a coincidence that appeals to your helpful sympathies?” “Are you sure, Mr. North—quite sure, you know—” ventured the colonel, nervously apprehensive lest he might not put the case with sufficient delicacy, “that you are in a—exactly a condition, you know, to call on a lady?” North’s first impulse was to resent this imputation; then he reflected how much ground there was for the colonel’s suspicion, and amusement became uppermost in his feelings. He smiled as he answered: “Oh, yes, colonel, I am perfectly sure of that.” “Well,” said the colonel, still with the air of one who darkly suspected that he was being imposed upon, “ypu go up Main street, ten squares beyond the courthouse, and then turn into Delaplaine street at your left. And if I had a silver dollar for every time that you’ve been over that route in the last three years, I’d be a rich man!” he added, with a reproachful scowl, as he drew his brows together and looked down sharply at North. “Think you can make out, now, how to get there?” “Oh, I think I shall have no difficulty now, colonel, thank you.” And with a wave of his hand North turned away again. “Why didn’t yon let him go on in the first place?” snarled the gentleman with the eye-glasses, before North was beyond the reach of his voice. “Perhaps you had better send a small boy along to show him the road! The fellow has been either drunk or as crazy as Hamlet ever since he got back this morning. What to make of him I don’t know, I’m sure!” [to be continued. ]

FIFTEEN DECISIVE BATTLES.

Some of the Great Events Which Changed the Map of the World. According to Lord Creasy, the fifteen decisive battles were those at Marathon, September, 490 B. C., when Miltiades, with 10,000 Greeks, defeated 100,000 Persians under Datis and Artaphemes; at Syracuse, September, 413 B. C., a great naval battle took place, the Athenians under Nicias and Demosthenes being defeated with a loss of 40,000 killed and wounded of their entire fleet; at Arbela, October, 331 B. C., Alexander the Great overthrew Darius Codomanus for the third time; at Mataurus, 207 B. C., the Consuls Livius and Nero cut to pieces Hasdrubal’s army sent to reinforce Hannibal; Arminus, in 9 A. D., and the Gauls overthrew the Romans under Varus and established the independence of Gaul; at Chalons, 451 A. D., Actius and Therodrio utterly defeated Attila and prevented Europe from devastation; at Tours, October, 732, Charles Martel overthrew the Saracens under Abderrahman and broke the Moslem yoke from Europe; at Hastings, October, 1066, William of Normandy slew Harold II. and obtained England’s throne; at Orleans, 1429, Joan of Arc secured the independence of France; the defeat of the Spanish armada, 1588 destroyed the hopes of the pope in England; the battle of Blenheim, August 13, 1704, when Marlborough and Prince Eugene defeated Tallard, leading the French and the Bavarians, and thus preventing Louis XIV. from carrying out his schemes; at Pultowa, July, 1709, Czar Peter utterly defeated Charles XII., of Sweden, and established the Muscovite power; at Saratoga, October, 1777, Gen. Gates defeated the British and Gen. Burgoyne and thus secured for the United States the alliance of France; at Valmy, September, 1792, the French marshal, Kellerman, gained the upper hand for the French revolutionists over the duke of Brunswick and the allied armies; at Waterloo, June 18, 1815, Napoleon Bonaparte commanded the French and the duke of Wellington the British and their allies, and the victory broke up Napoleon’s revolutionary plans. Two recent battles, not hero included, are those at Gettysburg, July, 1863, and at Sedan, preparing, respectively, for the downfall of the confederacy and the capture of Napoleon II. and his army.

TO PLEASE HIS WIFE.

A Bishop Used a Lightning Conductor as a Pillow. A Paris Figaro reporter tells the story of an English bishop who, returning from a tour of the states, occupied a large double cabin with his wife, who was somewhat querulous and exacting. One night during a storm that lady complained of close air, and her spouse arose and opened a porthole, whereupon a big wooden ball bobbed in and kept on bobbing. The bishop knotted up its string and hung it on the wall of the cabin; it bumped as the vessel rocked and annoyed the lady further. So the patient bishop let out the loops and put the ball under his pillow, after which peace and slumber reigned. The next day at dinner he recounted his adventures of the night, and, bridled with intense delight at the roars of laughter which greeted the story, the captain recovered sufficiently to gasp: “Why, man—ah—that is, my lord, that ball you slept on hangs at the end of the ship’s lightning conductor!”

England’s Marine.

A very interesting exhibit in the transportation department of the world’s fair will be made by the steamship and railway companies of England. The collection of models of battleships, yachts, cruisers, steamers and merchant vessels will be more complete than was ever before exhibited. The London & Northwestern railway will send over a complete train of cars headed by a great compound locomotive named “Great Britain.” This will afford an opportunity to compare the English compartment cars and sleepers with American coaches. The Great Western railway will exhibit the antiquated locomotive “Lord of the Isles,” one of the first used on that road. Several of the railways will show their signaling systems. According to ancient tradition Moses wrote the book of Job at the age of 70.

THOUSANDS WILL BE THERE.

Great Crowds Expected at the Inauguration of President-Elect Cleveland—Ho-tel-Keepers Anticipate Harvest—Big Board Bill of the Clevelands—Programme of the Ceremonies Outlined. Washington, Feb. 22.- Already the preparations for the inauguration of Mr. Cleveland and the entertainment of the thousands of democrats who will be in the city on that occasion are nearly complete. The reviewing stand in front of the white house has been finished and the dozens of pavilions from which visitors may watch the inaugural parade will be ready within a couple of days, it is estimated that these pavilions, which are scattered along Pennsylvania avenue from the foot of Capitol hill to Twentythird street, nearly 2 miles distant, will furnish seats for 100,000 people. It is needless to say that another 100,000 or so are expected to line the sidewalks along the route of the procession. This great army of visitors will have to be housed and fed, and the hotels and boarding houses innumerable have already elevated prices in anticipation of a harvest. All of the hotels will be crowded and few of them have any room to spare even thus early. At the Metropolitan, for example, the prices range from $12 a day upward. At Welker’s, which is a small hotel on the European plan, the rates range from S40 to S200 a week for rooms. The Normandie has contracted to take care of 200 people at $5 a day each, and it is quite full. Mr. Morton’s big caravansary, the Shoreham, has engaged to take care of 650 people at $5 a day and upward on the European plan. The prices at the Arlington will I be $5 and over per day. At Wormley’s you would have to engage rooms at $10 a day and keep them for six days. Mr. and Mrs. Cleveland will stop at the Arlington The rooms which the Cleveland family will occupy are in the northern part of the building. They are five in number and overlook Vermont aveoue and I street. They are a parlor, a dining-room and three bedrooms. The presidential board bill, it is said, will be $475 a day. The demand for rooms in this hotel has been so great since it was learned that Mr. Cleveland had engaged quarters in it that the proprietor says he has been obliged to refuse applications almost daily from persons who offer $50 a day and upward. Mr. and Mrs. Stevenson have engaged quarters at the Ebbitt. The inauguration ceremonies will begin with the taking of the oath of office and the reading of the inaugural address at the east front of the capitol at noon of Saturday, March 4. Immediately upon the conclusion of this ceremony the procession will form and march down Pennsylvania avenue past the white house to Washington circle at Twenty-third street and thence back on K street to Mount Vernon square at Ninth street. There it will disband, and in the evening the inauguration ball will be given In the pension building, where it was held four years ago. There will also be a grand display of fireworks at night. The capitol building will be illuminated by nine electric suns, and the treasury building, a mile away, will be illuminated by two. A colonial salute of thirteen guns will be fired on Capitol hill and a return salute of the same number will be fired near the Washington monument The Marine band of Washington and Zimmerman’s orchestra from the naval academy will furnish the music for the ball The band gives two sacred concerts on Sunday night and a concert on Monday night. In the inaugurai parade will be the governors of fourteen states, accompanied by their staff officers. The states to be thus represent 1 are Maryland, Virginia, Pennsylvania, Connecticut, Massachusetts, New York, New Jersey, Delaware, Qliio, Wisconsin, North Carolina, South Carolina, Georgia and. Louisiana. Most of these states will also be represented by their militia organizations. Maryland is expected to send 3,000 state troops and Pennsylvania at least 5,000. Two regiments will come from New York and one from Texas. The District of Columbia milkia will be out in full force, and the United States troops from Fortress Monroe, Fort Meyer, Washington barracks and Fort McHenry will lead the procession. There will be civic organizations in line from many states. | Gen. Martin T. McMahon, of New York, will be chief marshal of the parade, and his assistants in command of the civic organizations will be Col. William Dickson, of Washington. An armed escort in citizens’ clothing will accompany President-elect Cleveland. Mr. Oliver T. Beaumont, chairman of the committee on carriages at the inauguration ceremonies, has received an autograph letter from Presidentelect Cleveland in which he says: “In reply to your letter of the 6th Inst. I have to say that I desire the ideas of President Harrison carried out as to my conveyance to the inaugural ceremonies. A very sensible suggestion is attributed to him in the newspapers, and that is that I ride In bis carriage, as be did in mine on the 4th of March, 1889." Mr. Cleveland will return from the capitol to the reviewing stand in the carriage furnished by the senate committee on arrangements. Albert Hawkins, Mr. Cleveland’s old driver, who has been employed as a messenger in the pension office, will be on the box. It is said that the turnout will be the finest that ever came up Pennsylvania avenue. The vehicle will be drawn four jetblack horses. The harness will be white and each horse will be attended by a footman in white livery.

WOMEN OF AMERICA.

An Industrial Home for Colored Girls has recently been dedicated in Tennessee by Mrs. Clinton B. Fisk. Mrs. James Polly, of Green county, Ky., is one hundred and seven years old and the mother of fourteen children, of whom thirteen are living, the youngest being fifty-nine years old. Fannie Mohawk, a squaw who was set free from Lolo Mohawk, a Tarratine brave, at a recent sitting of the supreme court in Bangor, Me., is said to have been the finest-looking woman in the court-room.

GAVE HIMSELF UP.

John C. Koo, the Bank-Wrecker, Whs la I**4 Embessled *4,000,000 and Fled to Canada, Retarns to Mow Yark and Sar> render* Ulneelf—Held la Bosdeof *9ot> 000. Nxw York, Feb. 21.—John C Ena, who in 1884 fled to Canada ia order to avoid arrest and prosecution for hawing e'mbezzled nearly $4,900,009 of the funds of the Second national bank while its president, pat himself ander the jurisdiction of the authorities Monday and was admitted to bail in $20,000. For some time H bas been known that Eno was likely to eome back an<l take the consequences of his defalcation. His friends say it was much against his own better judgment that be fled, bat that he did so upon the advice of hia father, and that the only reason he did not eome baek before was that he feared the effect upon his father, who is more than 89 years of age. Since he left this cKy he has spent most of the time at Quebec, where he haa been interested in various business enterprises, whieh are said by his friends to have been more or less successful. Eno arrived in this city direct from Canada at 11 o’clock Monday morning and proceeded immediately to the office of his counsel, Col. George Bliss, The two proceeded to the chambers of Judge 'Wallace, where- they were met by District Attorney Mitchell and a oouple of his assistants. The federal indictment under which Eno was admitted to ball consists of sixteen counts. They charge that at various times from Decern her 28, 1883, down to May, 1894, Eno, while president of the Seoond national bank, unlawfully and with intent to defraud misapplied certain of the moneys and funds of the bank, amounting in the aggregate to $3,970,000. This money had been paid in suma ranging from $50,000 to $450,000 by oheck to his brokers, A. Dyatt A Co., and Goffo A Bandle. [Eno's crime and flight, oomlng ss It did just after the failure of Grant A Ward and the Marine bank, helped to create almost a panto in Wall street la the spring of 1884. May IS of that year there were rumors of trouble in the Second national bank. John 0. Eno had been made president of the bonk several years previous by his father, Amos R Eno, who was the principal stockholder. For the previous two or three years young Kno had been one of the most prominent and persistent speculators on the bull side of the market. He was long of the market when the Northern Paoiflo broke, but ho held on, expecting a rise which never came. Tuesday, May 13, the story came ont. Eno’s defalcation was said to be in the neighborhood of W,000.00a That night the dlreolors met and decided to stand by the bunk. Amos R Eno, the young defaulter’s father, is said to have presented the bank with securities valued at 13,600,000, the other stockholders making up the balance. In addition to 88,600,000 la securities Eno's father deposited in the bank 81,000,000 in cash, and offered, it is said, to put in another million if it was thought to be neoessary. There was a run on the bank, which lasted about a day and a half, but its doors were never closed, and after a careful investigation the bank examiner reported that tbe institution was perfectly solvent Amos R Eno was oredlted with being worth at that time in the neighborhood of 820,000,000. Eno had been under the espionage of deputy sheriffs and detectives since it first became known that he had mads away with the funds of ths bank, but in spite of the oordon of police which surrounded his bouse he wss not to be found when the United States offloers wanted to arrest him. He had mysteriously disappeared, and it was not until several days later that it was known that he had gone to Canada in the company of Father Ducey, who stood by him during his entire trouble. Eno was arrested in Quebec Just as he was about to sail for Liverpool He refused to roturn to the United States without extradition He was kept under arrest for several weeks awaiting extradition proceedings, whioh, when they were brought into court, proved unsuccessful Various attempts havs been made to get Eno to come back, but without result]

ROACH ELECTED.

North Dakota Will Send a Democrat to the United States Senate. Bismarck, N. D., Feb. 21. — W. N. Roach (dem.), of Grand Forks, was elected to succeed Casey as United States senator from North Dakota Monday. The balloting opened with the sixtieth of the joint session, which resulted in giving Miller 36, Walsh 24, Wallen 16, Lamb 3, Muir 1 and Benton I. On the next ballot the combination of democrats, independents and some republicans settled the long contest. The election of Mr. Roach is the unexpected thing which has threatened to happen for so long. No one was more surprised than Mr. Roach himself. On the sixty-first ballot Mr. Roach received on the first call 42 votes. This included all the democrats and independents; together with Davis and Halvorson, republicans. The first of the republicans to change was Wineman, of Grand Forks. Several changes followed in quick succession, a half-dozen being on their feet at once. Jud Lamoure was one of the first to follow Wineman, nine in all changing. Harry Oliver led the break from Miller to Casey and a number of other republicans followed until the vote as verified stood: Roach, 51, Casey, 28; Miller, 16; Wallen, 2; Smith, 1. Senator-elect Roach was called for and addressed the joint convention, expressing his thanks for the unexpected honor. He promised to aid his friends of the majority party, even though he had been elected from tbe minority in tbe legislature. [W. N. Roach has been a resident of Dakota for the last thirteen years, coming .to Grand Forks county from the District of Columbia He was born in London county, Va., and is now 53 years of age. He has a family of four children and is a widower. He has stood for his party as its candidate for governor on two different occasions, being defeated both tlmes He is an extensive wheat-grower.]

SHORT OF CARS.

Western Railroads Unable to Attend Promptly to Shipments. Kansas City, Mo., Feb 21.—The car shortage situation at Kansas City is as bad as ever. The western roads are cramped for transportation facilities because of the arbitrary action of the eastern lines in holding cars from the west. Eastern roads have been using these cars for storage purposes, and in many cases are using them for local business. The shortage is mounting up rapidly. Western roads are short about 500 cars a day.