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r. t f I I 1 r t t t t ! f t ! I T I U I I ! ! I M CHAPTER VII. Continued.) "You don't know what a strange place this world ib. Miss Mallett" he began. "Your father lores you, and takes every car of you. You must therefore bear this in mind, and not be hard on the failings of others who hare not had your privileges. My wife poor girl! had no mother when I first met her, 'and was totally dependent on her father for society. It was a bad training for a young woman, for her father was a good-natured, careless fellov, always avoiding responsibility as long as was possible, and when at Iat compelled to show authority, making up by exaggerated harshness for his previous neglect. "My wife was a high-spirited girl and could not submit to the alternate fits of Indulgence and tyranny. She was about seventeen when I first met her, and her father's treatment was becoming unbearable, I became desperately sorry for her and suggested the only means in my power to help her, which was to make her my wife. It was a foolish proceeding, I know, but I was young then, and had not begun to look at life seriously, or I should have asked myself how her position would be bettered by being tied for life to a helpless, penniless fellow, as I was then. Well, we were married privately, of couree and for a few weeks thought we loved each other very dearly; then she had another fearful quarrel with her father and begged me to take her away to a home of her own. I was earning a beggarly pittance t that time. I explained my position to her, and advised her to wait uatil I had obtained a certain appointment, of which I was almost sure. She lost her temper, poor child, and vowed she's never come near me again. The very next day I was telegraphed for to England. I wrote to her, asking her to be patient for awhile, telling her that I would work hard and get a permanent posit now that there was a necessity to work, and promising to come back shortly to take her from the cruelty to which she had to submit. "On my arrival In England I foind that an almost unknown uncle had left me a property amounting to nearly three thousand pounds a year. You can imagine how glad I was for my poor girl's sake. , I made up my mind to surprise .her and personally communicate the good news, so did not write. I got through the usual legal formalities as quickly is possible, and rushed back to Rome only to find them gone! Some told me they had gone to one place, some to another, until I was utterly at a loss what to do. However, I traced them, after a month's search, to Naples, and then it was only to find that her father had died a few days previously and that she had disap peared no one knew whither. "I did not know any of hr people, so I was compelled to search single handed. For six months I went up and down like a restless spirit In search of peace. At last I found her or rather her grave for she had died; she had died in a convent, where she had been teaching English. By the help of a servant I obtained permission to see her grave. There was a plain stone with her name only, and the date of her death, which took place some few weeks prior to my visit. Poor child! I cannot convey to you how great a blow it was to me, and my grief was not lessened by the fact that she had died at enmity with me." "We must hope she forgave you, although you did not see her," Ethel said quietly. Telling did not answer, and there was silence for a time. It was a relief when Mr. Mallett spoke. "She must have been of a most unforgiving disposition to resect your poverty so bitterly, and to nurse her hatred in her dying moments." "I don't think she did that indeed, the chances are that, in her poor little way, she was looking for me as anxiously as I was for her. It was one of those strange fatalities tl at human foresight seems utterly unable to prevent" IIa rose aned shook himself, as if wishful to put away the memories that had crowded upon him while speaking of the long-silent past. "You will think me no end of a bore frr annoying you with all this history: but, if you can imagine the relief it has been to me to speak of it, and you have any human kindness in your hearts, you will forgive me for the infliction. But my poor sketches? I have it! You must come down and spend a long day with me on Sunday. What do you say, Miss Mallett?" Ethel looked perplexed. She had hoped against hope that Jack woild return every Sunday since his departure, and went through a torment of expectation as the day wore on. This had -taken place for the last three Sundays; but she went on toping. Her father, recorüizing the difficulty ia which Ethel foun 1 herself, came to the rescue. . -If Ethel can arrange matters, it shall be is you -wish. I can't Bay more; for It is not my affair, but hers." "Thank you very much." Ten minutes later the captain stood alone t the gate, watching the dog cart disappear down the road. "So It's Ethel', 'affair" he said. "Well, I hope theyTI come and bring Ethel's 'affair with them. I shall be better, able to Judge of my own chance after I have seen my rivaL" CHAPTER VIIL It was a day or two after Ethel's visit to Wimbledon that she sat reading a curious letter, which ran ac follows:. "Your lover cares for you no longer. His honorand his pity for you alone keep him to his given word. He makes light of you to others." , Ethel did not quit 3 believe all this; but she believed enough of It was true to justify her in giving Jack an opportunity of freeing himself from his enragemenL She decided that she would not worry h father, but would act for herself. Acting on this decision, she wrote: ' ; ' - "My Pear Jack You have now beer away three weeks. As yet you-'öo no! say anything about returning, but, oa the contrary, speak of your work as !elng likely to keep you for several weeks longer. In the three weeks of your ab sence yon have written me four letters, and those have evidently been an unwelccm task. Do you guess what I am go-, lnr to say? I wish I were- sure yon knew, that I might be saved the pain of writing the words. I think you have found out that you do not care for me in tha tray you thought you did, and your r-nr of honor alone ia keeping you to Ca l;tt:r of your engagement to xne I Lara rrxrona of which you know nothing C'T tUIsving this to ta the cacs; we

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By CHARLOTTE M. BRAEMR

! M t ! V 1-M- ! !?!! M t T W-M-f-fr you are willing, our engagement had bet ter eome to an end. Please don't think I blame yoa la any way; it was only one of thse mistakes that everybody is liable to make. "Ever your sincere friend, "ETHEL MALLETT." Poor Ethel! How she cried over that letter! How she hoped against hope that Jack might not be willing to end the engagement! How carefully she read the words through to be sure that she had not definitely settled the matter that, in fact, she had done only what she Intended given Jack a chance of accepting his freedom if he wished for it! Had the matter-of-fact little epistle arrived at a more favorable moment, had Jack had leisure tg read between the lines and discover the wounded pride and self-respect that had dictated every word, his manhood might have asserted itself in Ethel's favor. As it was Jack read the letter impatiently at first but as its meaning dawned upon him he turned back to the top of the leaf and read it again, assured himself of the unequivocal nature of the offer of freedom, thrust it into his pocket and went off whistling enegetically to meet Miss Mailing at the station on her return from town. Pauline saw at a glance that something had happened, and, knowing what she knew, guessed shrewdly what that something was. She had not been five minutes in Jack's society before she felt a subtle difference In his manner toward her. "I am so glad to find yon still here, Mr. Dornton," she taid at luncheon, glancing at him bewitchingly between the leaves of a palm plant. ' "We were so afraid that you would not have been able to endure a fortnight of this terribly dull place. Weren't we, Mrs. Sefton?" "Yon forget that Mr. Dornton has had a real occupation to make the dullness endurable. His life is not passed In killing time, as yours is, dear." "To be sure. I had forgotten to ask how the pictures have progressed"." . "Tho view of the house from the woods is finished as far as I can finish it here. The rest of the work I must do in Newman street. "That is "where your .udio is, is it not? I should like to see some of your completed pictures. Will you ask us up some day to look at them?" "Any day you please. Say the day after to-morrow." "I cannot go back to dusty London again so soon. 1 expect my first batch of visitors on that day, too. At last I shall be able to do something In the way of entertaining you, Mr. Dornton, and show my gratitude to yen for enlivening our solitude in the past." "You are too kind. But-1 have made arrangements for returning to town tomorrow." "Nonsense. lou speak 01 arrange ments in such a serious way that one might Imagine you had a wife and children-; instead of which you are the enviable creature a man without a tie." She paused an instant, dreading his reply. He made none; but a dull red crept slowly up his face to the roots of his hair. She read this sign to suit herself, and went on: "That bejng the case, as yoa have no one to claim your presence as a right, why not favor me with it as a pleasure? I should advise you to stay, Mr. Dorn ton. There -are some really charming people coming on Thursday whom you should know." Mrs. Sefton was the embodiment of discretion, a very model for lady-companions. She walked away, and Jack followed Miss Mailing to the ' picture gallery. They were standing In front of the easel on which Jack had placed his painting of Mallingford House. It was a charming picture. "Yon must do me a copy of this, Mr. Dornton," said Pauline, "as memento of that first morning when I found you asleep in the wood." "And awakened me:" ' The words were simple enough, but Jack threw a great deal of expression into them, and his eyes conveyed a world of meaning, aiss Mailing fkjhed a glance at him as she asked: "Did I wake yon? It was quite unintentional on my part." "And involuntary on mine." Pauline, fearing that the conversation was getting beyond her control, turned quickly and caught up the first picture that came to her hand from the open portfolio. As was to be expected, Jack had spent many of his e;are hours during the last lonely fortnight In painting her portrait from memory; and it was this that she caught up in her nervous haste. "Oh, Mr. Dornton I" she exclaimed, In rapturous tones. Even her vanity was satisfied, and she blushed genuinely at the lovely picture Jack had made or her. "I am sorry yon found tssc Yoa will perhaps think it gross presumption; If so, I can destroy it. I can't wish It undone, for it has given me so many pleasant hours." "Presumption? No, indeed! I feel astonished at the truthfulness and the flat tery yoa hare managed to combine in the picture." After that there was an awkward pause. Pauline half wished to hear Jack say that he loved her, and she half dreaded it, for she had not yet laade up her mind as to how she would answer him. Her wish was fulfilled sooner than she anticipated. Jack showed her his sketches one after another, arid- they were discussed, criticised and replaced. As he put the last one back into "the portfolio he turned and addressed her abruptly. With such impetuous force did his words flow that sne was compelled to listen to the end. "With regard to my staying here. Miss Mailing, I did not care to discuss the matter further before Mrs. Sefton at luncheon; but I musto so now." f , - II drew a deep bre.ith, and clinched his hand firmly on the back of a chair. , "I cannot I dare not stay here with out telling you the truth: for. If I allow my feelings to become any stronger than they are, and meet disappointment In the end, I'm afraid I shall not be responsible for my actions. Miss Mailing, I love you madly. While I am - telling you this I know the chances are that yea will presently turn your back unl t-y, as you leave me, 'Please quit my house at cace yet -I ' now tell . you, becausa I cannot stay In your presence with safety another hour unless you give 75 some hope. I have loved yon frcn the moment. I woke and saw you that morning in the wood. Yoa rill cay that Is cot Tery Icr.g; to cs. it U a Ufztbxa. I raver lire d until that moment ' I chall E2Tcr lire ii-ia 12 you send awty."

His face was very pale when he ceased speaking. Pauline stood near him, the color coming and going In her cheeks, her eyes fixed on his face; but she said never a word. When he spoke again his words came slowly, hesitatingly, and his voice had a stifled sound, as if choked with despair."You have no answer for me; but you do not tell me to leave you! It cannot be that, Pauline; heart of my heart, queen of my soul, yoti. love me!" . His last words died away to a whisper of Intense rapture; and. as Pauline felt his arms .encircle her, his kisses on her lips, she forgot all the shadows that lurked In the past, forgot all the questionable means she had employed to attain this end. She only knew that she loved him with all the force of her nature, that she was loved In return; and for the moment there was in her heart as supreme a joy as was ever felt by a woman. (To be continued.)

CAR WHEELS AND CURVES. Scientific American Answer Question Tiegardinc Tliem. One of the questions from correspondents that cciies to this office with persistent reiteration Is that of the possibility of one or the other of the pair of wheels on a railroad axle, in passing around the curve, slipping on the rail over which it is rolling, while the other . wheel does not slip on Ita rail, says the Scientific American. Although we have frequently, explained how this condition is possible, the question Is one that evidently continues to puzzle a great many people -in which respect It is first cousin to that other much-debated fact, that the portion of the periphery of a rolling cartwheel that Is near tho ground Is moving more slowly with relation to the earth than la the rest of the periphery. In the case of tho two wheels on any axle of n railroad or trolley car that is passing around a curve It Is evident that In a given length, say 100 feet of the curve, measured on a. Hue lying centrally between the two rails, the inner rail will be shorter than the outer rail, and this for the reason that it Is struck to a radius that Is about four and three-quarters feet sbotter. Now, when a pair of wheels passes around the curve It follows that, be cause of the difference in length of the two rails, either the inner wheel must slip backward on the inner rail or the outer wheel slip forward on the outer rail, for the two wheels, being fixed on the same axle, move at tho same peripheral speed over different lengths 0! rail In the same time. It Is probable that the excessive wear of the rails on curves Is due chiefly to the slipping of the wheels. Not long ago some remarkable facts on rail wear on curvea were brought out in the course of a paper read before the New England Street Railway Club by the roadmaster of the Boston elevated road. The road Is exceedingly crooked, over 40 per cent of the lino consisting of curves, many of which are very sharp. There are eighteen of less than 100-foot radius and sixteen others with a radius of less than 150 feet On the sharpest curve, which Is of only 82-foot radius and where it is claimed that the traße Is heavier than that on any other steam or heavy electric railroad, the life of ordinary steel rails averages only forty-four days, the head of the rail wearing down from O.CO to 0.77 of an Inch In that time. The great Inconvenience caused by the constantly recurring Tepairs led the company to experiment with hardened steel rails and when some nickel steel rails were rut In on tho curves the wear was reduced to 0.53 of an Inch In 204 days. A manganese steel rail Is now being used with good results and the wear of these Is only about S3 per cent as rapid ns that of the nickel steel rail and about C per cent as rapid as that of tho carbon steel rails. Jtcady to Rtnrt. Motorist Are all of the tools In the tool chest? Valet Yes, sir. Motorist Are all the cushions and laprobes In tho tonncau? Valet Yes. sir. Motorist is tna tans tun or gaso line? Valet Yes, tlr. Motorist Have you brought down all our goggles? Valet Yes, sir. Motorist Well, run np to my room and bring down the roll of bills out of the top bureau drawer fo that wc will have enough money reftdy to pay our fluea. Then we will be ready to start. Btroujr Tefite. "01 hor to appear in court to-day, Nora," said Mr. OTooJe, as he care fully shaved hia chin. "Yez know Ol dono up O'Brien last week." ln court?" gasped Nora, dropping her.spoon. "Oh, Patrick, hav' ycz inny deflnie?" -Ol hor six. :ora." "Six lawyer. Pathrickr "No. Ave fingers awn a thumb donbled up." Realistic Rcaliatu. That wood scene In the third act of your opera seemed so natural that I actually Imagined I could hear the bean growling," laid the Western man to the theatrical man&ger. Gnesa that waa the choms girl you hearo" . replied the. manager. "Some of them "haven't been paid- for six weeks." ' r. - ; ; 7 Acne -But I thought you told me this wat tuen a congenial country," said . the man who had Just moved out In, the suburbs. "And It is." replied the suave agent ;-"Wny, It Is full of malaria!" '-"And that Is why I think It ls'ao congenial. Yon 's?o everybody ' la 'always shaking."- -J. - -- Naturol Deduction. Gruff Patient An you quite sure you understand 'your business, "air?' Physician Well, I've been .practicing mtiicine for fifteen years and not. one of nyfY patients has ever compl&Isd'. ' - ' : . GruS Psticnt-nuh! .Probably not Dead men tell no tales. . . ... The Wretch. "I spoke to your father last night" :."0h, Harry, this la to Wfcit didhetay? Tba cama zu 1 d!3 'HowCy Cof Hetzten Post

Why. Marriage Ia a Failure. Married life is dull because there are too many home truths In it and not enough compliments. No human beings ever have the slightest conception of how many faults they possess until after they are married and are privileged to have their shortcomings pointed out to them by husband or wife. This is the greatest disappointment of matrimony and the thing that does more than all else to take the salt and savor out of our married life. The many little tactics by which men and women attract each other are given up the minute they are married. No man and no woman would dream for a miuute of saying the brutal things to strangers that they say to their own wife or husband and yet they wonder that they do not find each other's society agreeable. The man who is sure of finding a fascinated listener in his wife is the man who never stirs from his own fireside of an evening, or who shares his pleasures with his wife. Nor Is the wife whose husband tells her that she Is getting younger and prettier every day ever one who will some day forget to love him. Married life is frequently dull because it has nothing in It but criticism, and none of us take any real heart In hearing of our faults. The truth Is that both husband and wife are hungering for flattery that they haven't sense enough to give to each other. Matrimony is no place for candor. It is an opportunity for diplomacy and flattery to do their great and perfect work, and if men or women expect to make married life interesting for the partners of their bosoms they must learn how to praise Instead of blame. tt Skirls. Chic examples of the newest skirts which are separate from the waists. Various ramifications of the crossed and surplice style of bodice. Women ai Station A&renta. A Western railway is making some radical changes in the personnel of its employes, and it is now predicted that all the smaller stations on Its line eventually will be in charge of women for it is the introduction of women station agents which constitutes the novelty. The Innovation was first Introduced a year ago, the experiment starting with one woman, who turned out a most valuable assistant. Not only were her monthly accounts models of neatness and accuracy, but she had been In the office but a short time before she began to offer valuable suggestions as to how to make the road popular with the people along the line. The full measure of her capability was not discovered, however, until the officials made a tour of Inspection, when the woman's station was found to be the best kept one on the road. Inquiry revealed that since she had taken the station it had ceased tu be a lounging place, there was no rowdyism, and the floors and benches were now clean. This exceptionally good record encouraged the road to experiment further. and it Is Interesting that the other women appointed have also given a good account of themselves. The wo-

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man station agent Is found to display more tact in handling people than men agents, and there have been fewer complaints in consequence. Vogue.

Lady St Heller since the death of her husband, Sir Francis Jeune, the famous divorce Judge, has led a retired life. Once one of the greatest of so ciety leaders, she now spends her time1 In charitable and philanthropic work. Mrs. Caroline M. Severence, organizer of the first woman's club In the United States, lives In Los Angeles, Cal., at the age of S3. In 1800 she organized the New England club of Boston, and was president for three years. Mrs. Gertrude Massey, the painter of miniatures, has received twelve commissions from the king and queen of England, and not long ago painted a picture of the queen's Japanese span iel. Marvel. Mrs. John Cade, of Leavenworth County, Kansas, owns a fine peach or chard. Last spring her neighbors sprayed their trees, while Mrs. Cade prayed. Godly people in the neighborhood are encouraged by the fact that Mrs. Cade gathered a fine crop, while her neighbors' were almost complete failures. Don't Mention Xamti. To mention names in public convey ances, when talking with a compan ion, of persons who are absent, is an ill-advised as well as an ill-bred pro ceeding. The passenger, opposite you in the railway may happen to be the first cousin, or the intimate friend, or the nearest neighbor, of the one about whom you are chatting, whose foibles you are ridiculing or whose faults you are holding up to criticism. You would be greatly embarrassed if you knew that your unkind, or even your goodnatured, comments had an auditor who recognized their subject, and you would be distressed at the bare possibility that your remarks might be repeated. Never mention names when talking in public or in a social gathering where your fellow-guests are unknown to you. This rule is impera tive. Being; a Woman. The literature of the so-called "woman question" seems to have no end. No sooner does one phase of the problem get itself fairly settled than another insists upon a hearing. Just now an ex-President of the United States, having written an article for a woman's paper on woman's work and position, the public prints ring with arguments for and against his argument Meantime there arises a clamor about the clamor. Men and women begin to De alarmed lest women shall become so absorbed in theories about themselves that they will cease to be themselves. But the excellent retort of the chair manufacturer to his skeptical and inquiring niece still conveys a great truth in many departments of life. When the young woman was going through his factory one day, she exclaimed, "Why, uncle, what can you ever do with all these chairs?" "Don't you fret, Maria; settin down ain't goin' out o' fashion!" Just so, being a woman a mere woman daughter, sweetheart, wife, mother is not going out of fashion. There are a few women who fancy they prefer some other career, and a few others who see large the disadvantages and disabilities of women, and protest against them. But from Eve to Queen Victoria, and from Ruth to Mrs. Roosevelt there has been no "new woman." The generations have talked about her; they have educated her more or less;

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they have dressed her in togas or in corsets or In Turkish trousers or in long trains or in golf skirts; they have given her property rights and votes, or have denied them to her. But she has gone on straight on that is, the millions of her who really make a figure In the census of the world, sewing and cooking and nursing and loving and mourning and rejoicing just as she did In the morning of the world and she will continue to do so. Youth's Companion.

Marie Antoinette Coriaee. This costume is of cream mohair; the simple, full skirt is plaited and stitched a few inches below the waist and the hem trimmed with ecru silk passementerie. The corsage is draped across over a fitted lining, with smartly banded girdle of Gobelin blue panne velvet embroidered medallions of which appear on the vest and yoke of cream-silk muslin, done in shaded blue embroidery. The long leg-o'-mutton sleeves are pushed up above the elbow and finished with muslin frills. A coiffure net protects the hair from the wind, and the boa of ostrich and a marabout is worn. In the millinery world the ostrich plume is the thing above all others which makes for grace and beauty and charm, and its lavish use this winter bids fair to bankrupt the feminine world at large. It is the exception when It does not appear somewhere on the smart, dressy hat and for evening and reception wear, as a protection for miladi's neck, in colors and shadings to match those on the chapeau. With a charming toque this idea was carried out most effectively in the get up of a recent visitor at a" fashionable New York cafe. The hat was a small tricorne of chiffon velvet in a peculiar shade of scarlet Gracing the right side where the brim turned over al most in cavalier style were fourplumes of the same shade as the hat, caught by a large rhlnestone buckle. Lying flat around the neck, a short cravat built from tips of the scarlet feathers was fastened at one side by a tiny rhlnestone buckle. The Irish blue eyes and deep brown hair of the beauty whom this hat and scarf adorned seemed to belong to a land outside of common earth, so wondrously did they stand out from this brilliant frame. Neck laces in the more delicate shades of plumes as well as those dyed In deep royal colorings also accom pany feather-trimmed hats, and if flow ers are employed on the latter they also, fasten the tiny cravat What a Woman. Likes. A woman likes to be truly loved, and to be told so. . -:-.' When well and becomingly dressed, a quiet notice of it Is always , appreciated. " She" like! 'some noble, honorable man to bef .tbougbJfjUl ?f her, 'kind and considerate of her welfare. . . . ... She likes, jfevifle inhde to realize that she Is good for, something besides a mere houseiojldUdrudge. "She likes. to be petted occasionally, but notjpubli. The littlc;-private pet nanies.'areTei-y idear to a woman's heart tJ jfi ;.v ÄVord pt prifSse fgf a nice. dinner or upper of fe möpe-'than compensates ucr for the worry and work of prepa-. ration - ' '" ' She wants her husband not to "bo her supporter, but her, .companion,, remembering tliat It jj.tbe kind word that often brings taf greater happiness than, a new sct of fishes, hough ""presents like theinttcr are always welcome. Eefrsliells for Cleaning Eggshell should be saved and used for cleaning bottles and cruets. Store them in ä box; and. when you want to useVthem crush 'the' shclTs very fihely, partly fill the bottles, with them, pour hot soaps -trvtlieui, an4 ; shake tetbtl-r.TfUnse'them out in clean water, and they will be bright J and ccan.-T-nor.ie Notes.

HOOSIER HAPPENINGS

NEWS OF THE WEEK CONCISELY CONDENSED. What Our Nelchbors Are Doinc Matters of General and Local Inter eat Marriages and Deaths Accidents and Crimes Personal Pointers About Indianians. Brief State Items. Wallace Phillips was instantly kilh-dby the Vandalia limited at Brazil. Chester Busic, 15. was arrested for robbing lock boxes in the postoffice at Washington. The postoffice at Tarkcr City was broken into and $100 taken. There is no clew to the robbers. Bedford has a milk famine. Many cows are yielding less than half the usual quantity of milk. A coal shaft has been sunk at Stendal, Pike county, to a depth of 110 feet, where an eight-foot vein of fine coal was found. Thieves looted the jewelry establishment of Mrs. S. E. Anderson at Bedford, taking over $600 worth of holiday jewelry. No clew. Mrs. Robert Aley, residing two miles south of Bloomington, cut her throat, almost severing the windjtiie. he cnnr.ot recover. The printing office of Samuel B. Williamson at Iloagland, was burned and the fire caused a total loss to building and contents. Fire caused damage estimated at $2,300 in the plant of the Journal Printing Company at Crawfordsville. The loss is covered by insurance. John Grihis, 31 years old, employed at the Vio mine, near Seely ville, was killed by fallirg from the cage in an unaccountable manner. Jamei B. Nealy, 22 years old, a machin ist, stepped on a live wire while passing through an alley at Terre Haute and was instantly killed. Harry G. Slingluff of Hartford City, a well known glass manufacturer, was painfully injured in a runaway accident w hile exercising his race horse. The burning of Ackers' sawmill at Bour bon, resulted in a loss of $7,000. The mill will not be rebuilt. It was the fifth plant constructed on the same site. In an explosion of gas in the United States Gas Factory at Gas City, seven men were seriously but not fatally burned. The cause of the explosion is unknown. Archie GrSfin, formerly of Bluffton, died from yellow fever at Atkins. Ark. lie had been in the west less lhi.a a month and was on pleasure bent, hunting and fishing. Mary Pingel, 77 years old, was instantly killed by the fast Chicago train at Denham, seven miles north of Winamac, her body being thrown a hundred feet, and every bone broken. Carl Osborne, 18, of Marshall, was killed while making a tackle in a football game at Bellcmora. He was struck in the breast, breaking two ribs. Osborne was a high school student. Former State Senator D. W. H. Nusbaum and his son, Dr. Joy Nusbaum, formerly of Auburn, have gone to Las Vegas, X. M., where they will engage in the practice of their pr f ess ion. Archie Freeman was shot at New Albany by William Tayler, during a quarrel over Taylor's wife. Taylor surrendered to the police. Freeman's injuries are not fatal. Both men are colored. Schyler Crofoot, one 'of the wealthiest farmers in St. Joseph county, while blast ing stumps, was caugnt by a premature, discharge, tearing oft one hand, splitting his face and inflicting other injuries. Harry Wolf, 15 years of age, the son of Conductor Charles Wolf, foruvrly a resident of Fort Wayne, was instantly killed in the yards of the Baltimore & Ohio railioad at Garrett. His body was badly mangled. Christopher C. Cronkhite and son. Burton, prominent physicians of Marion, have been declared insane and are being held prepa: atory to being sent to an asylum. Opium is said to be the cause of their downfall. Frank Dettner, 31, of 1216 Broadway Cincinnati, fell from the B. & 0. S.-W. bridge that spans the Miami at Lawrenceburg, in trying to avoid a train. He received internal injuries and his right leg was broken. The home of Mrs. Ellen Reaves, widow, near the National Military Home, Marion, was destroyed by fire. Frances Heaves, 12 years old, rescued her 7-year-old sister as the roof fell in. The family saved nothing, and 1,00) pounds of flour and $i00 in cash were included in the loss. Lawrence Hublard, indicted for killing Nelson Jordan, was acquitted by a jury in the Circuit Court at Jefifersonville. The killing took phtce on the 29th of May, 19M, at a schoolhouse in the French settlement, west of Jeffersonville, following a fight at an entertainment. Self-defense was the plea. A fight between a savage boar and two fine horses on the farm of M. D. Lilliebridge,northwest of Hartford Citj-, resulted In the death of one horse, and probably fatal injuries to another. The horses used their hoofs on the boar, and the latter ripped the flesh of the legs of the horses with its tusks. The horses were valued at $350. ' ' Judge Vaughn of Bluffton, has issued a bench warrant for the arrest of John W. Terrell, charged with the murder of his son-in-law, Melvin Wolfe, May 12,. 1903, and the warrant has .been vplaced in 'the hands of the sheriff of Wayne county, to be issued the moment Terrejl is discharged from the hospital as cured, if that time should ever come. i;. Jt . t The home of Nicholas Dorset fanner, six miles north of Clinton, burned and a 10-, months-old daughter was cremated. Mrs. Dorset was absent from the house, and while she was gone the heating stove fell" before the mother returned the house waa a mass of flames. There was no insurance on the house nor contents. . . . : TVS. llenrichs of Evansville, of the brokerage firm f Henrichs,& Co., was ar-: rested at South Bond on the charge thzt' he is using blind advertising in thirty , r--4 pers to defraud people.- . II eurichs' "father is wealthy. . v .-' , v . .? v , A woman who has committed morrtnun twenty burglaries in Warren during the lasi month, is badly wanted by the police. They are sure It Is a female because of the small footprints she leaves, and .the dis- -crimlnatinc selection of feminine wearinir apparel she shows in. her burglaries. President Kelly of Earlham college, Xiieh-. mond, announced that he had received notification from H. M. White of Cincinnati, a rid his brother,' F: T.'Wh its of 5 e w Yc:, 1 that each -bad contributed SlQ.OC-O r tl3 ( und for ä library for the collets tL:; Andrew Carnegie promised to endow with fcW,000 on condition that $15,000 71 as cthtriiuted freni clhfr sources. ;