Rensselaer Democrat, Volume 1, Number 9, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 10 June 1898 — Page 7

A TANGLED SKEIN

MRS. ALEXXANDER

CHAPTER VIII. Guardian and ward had a long, delightful ramble. They discussed books aud people and future plans. Standish was unusually sympathetic, and not the smallest catspaw of difference rippled the smooth surface of their confidential intercourse. Standish parted with Dorothy at The Knoll's gate, and she entered the house with a profound sense of depression weighing her down. To-morrow! How lonely and empty to-morrow would be! What months must come and go before she Should enjoy another uninterrupted talk! But she was too silly and weak! She must learn to be sufficient to herself! In an absent mood she went to her own room and laid aside her hat and mantle, and hearing from Collins that Mrs. Callander was out, she descended to the drawing, room determined to occupy her mind by an hour's diligent practice. As she approached the piano, which stood near one of the windows leading into the veranda, the sound of voices, speaking low. met her ear. She thought she distinguished Egerton's, and paused to make sure, intending to retreat if convinced that it was. Then some words caught her ear which seemed to turn her to stone and for a moment to deprive her of volition. “You know I love you,” he was saying, in low, deep’tones, full of passion. “But how intensely, how wildly, your nature, perhaps, forbids you to comprehend.” Then Mabel's voice murmured something, and Egerton replied: “No, Mabel, 1 will not be fooled! You have let inc see that I am of importance to you. You have given me hope.” “I fear you, I do not think I love you,” said Mabel more distinctly, “and I cannot, dare not cut myself off from everyone, everything that makes life worth living. No, no, I cannot,” her voice broke off into sobs, suppressed sobs.

“You will drive me mad! Existence is torture! The thought of your husband makes me capable df any crime, to think of your belonging to another sets my blood on fire! Yon are miserable, too! He is cold and indifferent. Leave him! Listen. Rather than suffer disappointment—rather than sec you his, I would crush out your life, beloved as you are!’’ The tone of his voice was deadly. Dorothy’s senses came back to her with a wild thrill of horror, of rage against the man who dared to insult and threaten her sister. And Mabel listened to him—had listened to him! How strange it seemed that she now felt what the formless shadow was which had lain upon her. What should she do? She must not drive that fierce, bad man to desperation. She must ap;>eal to Mabel, and strengthen her —save her. She stole softly away, and stood for a moment by the stairhead window. The sound of the outer gate closing loudly roused her, and, starting to the window, she saw Egerton walk rapidly away towards the town. Dorothy did not delay a moment. Running down stairs, she tried to enter her sister’s room. The door was locked. “Let me in, Mabel. I want you. lam ill—oh, very ill!” In another moment Mabel opened it. Dorothy closed and re-locked it, then stood an instant, gazing at her sister, whose eyes had a terrified, strained look. Her face was deadly white. Then, clasping her closely, she exclaimed, brokenly, with heaving breast, “Mabel. what are you going to do? Could you let that devil draw you to destruction? I have heard him just now —1 wish I could have struck him dead!” “Heard —what—where?” stammered Mabel, her eyes growing vacant, as if too overdone to understand anything. “There in the drawing room, when you were in-the balcony.” “He said there was no one there,” gasped Mabel, and she trembled so violently that Dorothy hastily led her to a chair lest she should fall. “I came in and heard enough, Mabel! What are you going to do?” “I wish I were dead. I do not want to yield—l—oh, Dorothy! can you bear to look at me —to touch me?” “I love you with all my heart and soul!” cried Dorothy, kneeling down and clasping her waist, while she laid her head against her bosom, “and before that vile wretch succeeds in his sorcery, I would kill him. You are not yourself, Mabel; you are under a spell. Throw it off; defy him! What Scan he do? Would you forsake your own true husband for a traitor tike this? Where are your senses'? Forbid him to come near you. Let me be •with you every moment of the day, and I will exorcise this unholy spirit.” “I am unfit to stay with my husbandray children,” sobbed Mabel. “I ought scoot to have listened.” • “You are fit—qiffte fit; I tell you so. You are not acting by your own will; you are under the will of another.” “1 do not want to go. Oh, Dorothy, help me. Randal Egerton always inter- , ested me, and I can scarcely tell how 1 /came to like him. I fear him now. I wish I had never let him mesmerize me. But if I refuse .him, what—what wiirhe do? anything for revenge—even something desperate to Herbert.” “No, Mabel; he dare not.' Never fear to do right. Tell him to leave you; that you have come to your senses. I will give him the letter.” “I have Written to him, yesterday, and he came, you see, all the same. Ob, you ‘<do not kuow him!” “If you are true to yourself. Mabel, you can shake him off!’\cried Dorothy, rising and stamping her foot. “How dare he persecute yon? How dare be practice hts villainy on you? Write again, Mabel* I will give the letter into his hand.” “Let me vollect myself a little airir you shall help me to write jt. Now, ft yon stand by me, I shall have strength to do right. But the idea of having so far lost myself will poison all my life.” * ,

“Mabel, dear, put your hand to the plow and never look back.” “If—if only Herbert never suspects, I will devote myself to him. Oh, can I ever atone?” Some more energetic persuasion on Dorothy’s part, a few’ word's here and there indicative of reviving hope and courage on her sister’s, and they started to find how late it was. “We must try to look as usual,” said Dorothy. “If .roti would like to keep quiet and not see any one, I will darken the room and say you have a headache. I can face them all for you, sweetest, dearest Mabel.” “Ah, yes; do, Dorothy.” With the strength and firmness which true affection gives, Dorothy prepared herself to play the part of hostess at dinner. . She was infinitely helped by a message from Egerton to the effect that he could not join them. Colonel Callander said he would not disturb his wife as she was trying to sleep. Dorothy wished he would. A few tender words at this juncture might, she felt sure, produce a great effect. Dinner passed heavily. Then came the moment of parting. Colonel Callnnd-T excused himself with, what Dorothy thought, cold politeness, from accompanying Standish to the station. “Good-by, my dear ward,” he said, pressing her hand in both his own. “It seems to me that you have been a good deal disturbed by something. There is a tragic look in your eyes. Will you tell me when we meet again?” “Perhaps so,” said Dorothy, trying to smile. “Oh, lam so sorry you are going!” Standish bent down and kissed the wavy braids into which her hair was divided above her brow, kissed her lightly and tenderly, and was gone. The next day Colonel Callander stayed indoors for the greater part of the day, writing and arranging his papers. This gave the sisters time to study what was best and strongest to say in Mabel’s note to Egerton. “You must got it from him as soon as he reads it,” was her final injunction to Dorothy as she put it in her pocket. “Oh, Mabel, if you think this necessary, how could you dream of deserting us all for him?” “I cannot tell. I—l was not myself. I fancied I saw a change in Herbert. If he suspected me, I could not face him. Ever since we spoke of that tour, Randal was like a madman.” “Don’t call him by his Christian name. Did he make you refuse to go?” Mabel bent her bead, and then covering her face cried quietly and bitterly. “Do not despair, all will be well yet, Mabel, if you are firm now.” “Can I ever regain my self-respect? Oh, Dorothy, let us try never to name him again." But Egerton did not present himself on this day nor the next until dinner time, when he and Miss Onkeley joined the party at The Knoll.

The presence and vivacity of Miss Oakeley, seconded as she was by Egerton, helped to cover not only the taciturnity of the host and hostess, which was not unusual, but Dorothy’s remarkable absence of mind. At last Miss Oakeley had exhausted herself and her subjects, and departed. “What a dark night,” she said, as Egerton and Callander assisted to put her into her carriage. “Yes, dark as a wolf's mouth,” said Egerton. “Tfcv moon will be up later,” said Callander. “Can I give you a lift, Mr. Egerton?” “A thousand thanks, no.” “Are you going?” asked Callander. “Yes, I want a smoke. Something stronger than a cigarette; and Callander, do you feel all right? You seem to me not quite yourself.” “I have rather a bad headache,-but lam subject todhem since I came home. A good night’s rest will be, I hope, a cure." “Then I wish you a very good night. Make my excuses to Mrs. Callander, ’ and Egerton set out into the soft darkness of a balmy September night, and not long after the lights disappeared from the windows of The Knoll, from nil, at least, save that of the nursery, where the careful Mrs. McHugh kept a shaded lamp burning through the silent night wato’ies. The next morning broke fair and bright. Colonel Callander rose, as he generally did, at cock-crow, and, wrapping himself in his dressing gown, sat making entries in his journal, and adding a few pages to a work begun long ago on some military subject. Gradually the sounds of movement below told him the household was astir. Presently the Colonel's factotum brought him his early cup of tea. Colonel Callander laid down his pen and slowly drank it. He rose, land was moving towards the door, when it wns suddenly dashed open by Mrs. McHugh, her eyes wide open as though strained with horror, her outstretched hands shaking, her whole aspect disordered. “Oh! sir! Come, come! My dear mistress is lying dead, murdered in her sweet sleep, and us lying deaf and dull and uselees all about her!” “Woman, you are mad!” exclaimed Collander, in deep, hoarse tones. “Come and see. Oh, would to heaven I were in her place!” and turning, she went rapidly away, followed by her incredulous master. « CHAPTER IX. When Callander reached his wife’s room he made at once for the bed, where she lay upon her left side, with* one white band slightly clenched outside the clothes. He bent over hot and looked Intently Into her face. “She seems to sleep,” he said hoarsely t» Nurse, who followed him. “But,” touching her hand, “she is quite cold.” “Ah! cold enough. Look, sir. Don’t move her. Come round here. Look, where the villain struck her!” With a

trembling hand she pointed to • deep wound in the back of the neck,, just below the skull, from which some blood had flowed—not in any large quantity—upon her nightdress and pillow. Callander uttered an Inarticulate exclamation, and kneeling beside the bed, gently turned back the clothes and felt her heart; then, with a wail of despair: “Oh! dead! dead! dead!” he cried. “My beautiful darling! my pearl! No evil can touch you now; none can hurt you!” He pressed his brow against the bedclothes, and muttered, “None to save her though in the midst of those who would have given their Jives for her!” He stopped as if choked. “Ah, sir, It’s plain enough how the wretches got in. The window is open, and we used to leave the middle bit of the outer shutters open, with the bar across inside —she always wanted air. Seel the bar is hanging loose, and there is the ladder they got across by.” Callander rose and followed her to the window—there, across the area which surrounded the house, resting on the top of the bank at one side, and the window ledge at the other, was a ladder—a ladder which Nurse recognized as belonging to the place. Callander dropped into a chair and, covering his face with his hands, moaned piteously. “They have made a clean sweep,” she continued, looking at .the dressing table; “she laid her rings and watch and chain and puree there last night, for I brushed her hair for her, my poor, dear lamb, and they were there when I left her. Why, why did I ever leave that shutter open?” and she rung her hands. “What are we to do, sir?" But Callander was past heeding her. He rose, and again threw himself upon his knees beside the bed, his face in the clothes, while deep sobs shook his frame. By this time the whole household had crowded into the room and stood with bated breath. “Qh! don’t stand there doing nothing,” whispered Nurse, in great agitation, to Collins—“ You run and tell the police. Don’t you see the poor master has lost his head, and no wonder.” ‘TH run, Mrs. McHugh, and fetch the doctor, too. Here” —in a horrified voice—"here’s Miss Dorothy!” “Ah, don’t let her in, for heaven’s sake!”—But Dorothy was in their, midst while she spoke. “What can be the matter?” she asked, in her usual tone, “every one seems running. Oh, Mabel,” interrupting herself, “is Mabel ill? Why, Herbert!” Callander never moved. Before they could prevent her, Dorothy rushed forward and laid her hand on her sister’s brow; then drawing back with a look of wild terror. “Is she dead? Nurse, dear Nurse, is she dead?” “Ay, my dear, it has pleased God to take her to Himself,” said Nurse, breathlessly, striving to keep the horrible fact of the murder from her. “It was awfully sudden; but we have sent for the doctor, and don’t you stay! Y’ou just look the children a bit, Miss Dorothy, for I’ll want Hannah to help me.” While Nurse spoke, she pushed her to the door. “Why do you try to send me away?” cried Dorothy. “There is something you do not want me to know.” Breaking from the agitated woman, Dorothy caught sight of the blood upop the pillow. With a scream, she darted to the bed, and clasping her hands above her head, cried, “She has been murdered —basely murdered! Oh! my sister! my sister! was there no one to save you? Oh! come back to me! Oh! Herbert, is she quite, quite dead?” Still Callander remained in a kind of stupor. “We can't rightly tell till the doctor cornea, and this is no place for you, tny dear young lady. I’ll tell you the minute I know what the doctor says. You can do her no good. My own head is going round and —Mary! Mary! help me to hold her, will you?" (To be continued.?

One Way of Posting a Letter.

The island of St. Kilda is often visited by tourist steamers in the summer, but its regular maiil communication with the mainland, some 150 miles distant, is confined to the annual visits of the steamer which brings the factor and his stores. But if at other times the inhabitants desire to communicate with Great Britain, they employ the following curious device: A man cuts the rough model of a boat from a billet of wood, hollows it partly out, places in the hold a tin or small bottle containing a letter, nails on a deck, and when the wind is blowing toward the mainland, launches the tiny craft, having first connected it with a bladder, which drives along before the wind and acts as a tug to the little mailboat. But the set of the gulf stream frequently drives this curious craft out of its course, and as often as not it readies the Shetland Isles or the coast of Norway, where, however, the letter is pretty sure to l»e found and posted to its destination.— Household Words.

George Meredith at Work.

It is forty years ago since George Meredith’s first book was published, but it is only within the last ten or twelve that his name has become known to a really wide public. Meredith is a tall, gray-haired a brilliant conversationalist, and a perfect linguist. He does all his work in a little hut which he erected some years ago at the top of bls garden; but he is not one of those authors who bore their visitors with accounts of their writings or plots, and It is rarely, indeed, that he can be pfcrsuaded.to say a word • his friends about his past qr future stories?

Snubbed the Haughty Hussars.

The officers of the 'Steentii hussars according to the hoary tale, were cimisly pleased to accept the invitation of a wljty Irish hostess to a dance. They attended, .but played the part of passive spectators, unUl.thelr hospitable IJosteascametothefrisslßtanee and offered to find them partners. In re'sponse to her endeavors the seWtor officer present thanked her, but explained that “the ’Steenth don’t dance.” “Don’t they?" returned the lady; “then I sincerely lx>pe they can march.” Which they dldk Why does every man who hears of a man-hating woman believes she would alter her views if she were to meet him?

POLITICS OF THE DAY

TAXING CORPORATIONS. The House of Representatives, under the rule of Speaker Reed the Despot, no longer debates public questions. It has sunken into a dull and placid condition, such as might be expected to prevail In a Council of Stat A held by a Sultan, or a Pasha, or some such Oriental lord and master, and it does what it is ordered to do with scarcely a grumble. The activity and verbosity of the Senate somewhat compensates for the vacuity of the House, and It is In the former chamber that the war revenue measure has had the only discussion preceding Its enactment, and the only disclosure to the public of its purpose and nature. There are still some Senators who really’ appear to desire to know what the people want and to do It. They find that their constituents are willing and glad to contribute to the expense of carrying on hostilities provided that fairness and equity are observed in exacting the necessary contributions. That the war should be energetically conducted, all agree, but that Its (cost should be borne by all equally is a fieasonable demand. That those upon whom great favors have already been bestowed should contribute of their abundance is only just and right. The present generation has devoted Itself to creating corporations and bestowing upon them exclusive privileges, and that these should now escape their share of dues In a time'of public danger, would not nor wise. The debates In the Senate have taken a wide range. The Advocates of Incorporated capital have held the floor and uttered every excuse and every appeal In their power. They were met by the arguments of the champions of justice and honest dealing, and political divisions have been formed and lines drawn, which "will survive the present financial exigency. There is one class of corporations and only one—in which the great mass of producers in this country have a deep Interest. We refer to the savings banks—the depositaries of the savings of the industrious poor. They alone have a right to demand that their painfully’ earned boards shall not be depredated upon. All other corporations belong to toe class of well-to-do, and should pay their share. —New York News.

Bimetallism. The gold standard is wrong. Why Is it wrong? What was the occasion which brought us to experience its results? For two thousand years mankind has used both gold and silver as final money, ultimate money, foundation money, basic money. These are some of the terms that are employed to designate that money which is final payment and never has to 1> redeemed; which, when it changes hands in consideration of service or property, ends the transaction. It is itself a payment, and upon it may be -ared and is reared the structures of representative money, of paper money that has to be redeemed in it, and of credit, which, also, like representative money, is stated in dollars, and for which, in the last analysis, real dollars must respond. That is ultimate money. And I say /or over two thousand years the world so used both gold and silver. Why, the exigencies of the gold standard to-day have compelled its advocates to do what? They have Invented a new morality, for one thing, the doctrine of which is that the creditor has a perfect moral right to take a 200-cent dollar from the debtor, but that the debtor is a most reprehensive villain and moral outcast if he objects to it. And they have also invented a new political economy.

Is there anything difficult about that? And yet your friends of the gold standard say that is not a sound principle; they say, in the New York newspapers, In effect, that there is no distinguishable relation between the amount of money and the course of prices—a most marvelous discovery, if true. I say the instinct of mankind was always to the contrary; the experience of mankind was always to the contrary. Why, when gold and silver were coming in streams from the mines, mankind in all the past ages of its history found that it was a good thing for society; they found that it built up the waste placets; they found that it extended civilization; that it encouraged every kind of investment; that it developed and strengthened the great producing classes. They found that it was always coextensive and concomitant with Increased prosperity; and that, on the contrary, when the production of the mines fell off, the opposite effects were realized.—Charles A. Towne. Coat of War. War Is expensive. But It is only fair to say that the conquered nation will have to pay the /bills. Spain has a dismal outlook. r Fated to meet defeat, the dons will not only be forced to pay their own war debt but that of the United States as well. Down in Manila Bay lie the hulks of $5,000,000 worth of Spanish ships, and that’s only the first Installment of the debt which Spain will ha.ve to meet as a reprisal for the cowardly destruction of the battleship Maine. For the first week 1* May the expenses of this Government were $3,565,000, as against $865,000 for the corresponding week last year. Nearly $3,000,000 of this should be charged to the account of Spain. It makes little

difference whether the dons can raise the money to pay the war indemnity to the-Un I ted States or not. The Philippines and Porto Rico are good for It, and will be held by this country as security for the debt. People who are exercised over the amount of money which the war Is costing this country should be comforted. If that were all the loss to be expected there would be little to worry over, but there are lives that will have to be offered, and for those there is no indemnity. Nothing but the gratitude of a nation for their brave sacrifice can be given to the dead. Taxation Heresy. Heresy in taxation Is worrying the administration newspapers, and they are much exercised for fear corporations and plutocrats may be farced to help pay the expenses of the war. Whenever the Democrats in the Senate propose to make the Standard Oil Company pay a small per cent, of Its unearned millions to aid the Government under which it thrives and thieves, the administration press shrieks a protest against this “heresy In taxation." That the Democratic finance committee of the Senate Is a bold, bad band of robbers is shown by an esteemed Chicago contemporary, which, with a fine display of sympathy for the oppressed and down-trodden trusts, exclaims: “They would fix upon the people an Income tax, an inheritance tax and a tax on corporations.” * Such propositions as this are, Indeed, monstrous. Think of “fixing upon the people” that terrible Injustice of an income tax! Reflect for a moment how Rockefeller and Vanderbilt and J. Pierpont Morgan would suffer If such an oppressive measure should be passed. The “people” who have incomes over SIO,OOO a year would really suffer for the necessities of life if an income tax should be levied. By all means tax the laborer who earns a dollar a day. Tax his beer and his tobacco. Let him understand that this is a “Republican war,” and he must pay for it. But tax Rockefeller and men of his class? Never! And then to tax Inheritances! Isn’t that dreadful? To make a man pay a small part of thousands or hundreds of thousands of dollars that he receives without labor as a gift? Never. But corporations also are threatened by these heretical Democrats. The Standard Oil Company, the sugar trust, the nail trust—in a word, all the trusts with their combined capital of two thousand million dollars cannot afford to pay taxes, and the esteemed Chicago contemporary is quite right in crying out In horror against such a suggestion. Sons of Senators. Sons of Senators, sons of millionaires, sons of political bosses have been given commissions in the army until the matter has become a public scandal. These civilians know nothing al>out war, and many of them know little about anything except golf and pink teas, but President McKinley has chosen to slight experienced army officers and confer honor upon ignoramuses. Why? Politics. That these young men are intensely ignorant of what they are expected to do is shown by the following story, told of one of them by a correspondent of the New York World: “One of these gilded youths went to an old officer in the regular army a few days since and begged for a consultation with reference to the duties of his office. He Is reported to have said: “‘Can I have •five minutes of your time while you tell me how to perform all of the duties of my new office in a satisfactory manner?’ A smile of amusement and derision curled around the officer’s mouth when he replied: ‘Young man, I have been in the United States army thirtyfive years, and I don’t know how to perform my own duties satisfactorily.’ ” So far the members of theHousehave not been allowed to play in this little game of military appointments. It has been a friendly gambol for Senators, beginning with Vice President Hobart and running all along down the list. But now that more volunteers are called perhaps the Representatives may get a chance to chip in and saddle some of their “greenhorns” on the Government. Old soldiers have been thrust aside to make room for Senatorial favorites under the new call, and they will doubtless continue to be thrust aside as long as there axe nephews and second cousins of Congressmen out of a job.

Push Ahead! Full Steam!

Cows used to throw trains off the track because the engineers, in a panic, blew down brakes and equalized chances. In these latter days, asserts an Eastern writer, a whole herd of cows could not harm a train. If a thousand were to get in the way of a locomotive the engineer would “pull her wide open’’ and go scooting through. When the Captain of the Paris sought to reassure his passengers on the last trip from England he said, with much nonchalance: “Under full headway the Parte can cut through fifteen Spanish warships.’’ That was a slight exaggeration, of course, d>ut experience has provedmore than once that safety In a collision at sea depends on the speed of the moving body. A. steamer of 10,000 tons displacement traveling twenty knots an hour goes through an ordinary vessel like a hot knife through butter, escaping without a scratch.—Kansas City Journal. If you would fly high don’t attempt to um the wings of yo'ur Imagination.

RECORD OF THE WEEK

INDIANA INCIDENTS TERSELY j TOLD. Bicknell Suffers Heavy Low by Fira —lntelligent Dog Save* a Child’s Life-Steel Plant for East Chicago-- ' Young Criminal Fatally Ehot. Almost Wiped Ont by Fire. The town of Bicknell was almost completely destroyed by fire early the other morning. The fire started in Brocksrnith’s warehouse, and the flames soon spread to the business portion of the place. The town was without tire protection and a call for help was sent to Vincennes, but as that city had no fire engine no aid could be sent. Nearly every business house in Bicknell was destroyed, as well as many residences. Following are some of the heaviest losers: Albert Brocksmith, hardware; J. S. Welle & Co., jewelers; M. H. Barrows, drugs; Kixmiller Bros., boots and shoes; J. E. Prather, restaurant; Masonic Hall, Frank'Hooper, confectionery, and Samuel Brashers, saloon. ' Child Is Saved by a Dog. The passenger train on the Indianapolis and Vincennes road was nearing Edwardsport when Engineer Dorsay saw a dog on the track acting strange manner. The engineer shut off the steam, and as he drew nearer noticed the dog jumping up and down, as if badly frightened. Just beyond the animal the trainman saw an object lying between the tracks, and toe train was brought to a standstill within a few feet of it. The object proved to be an infant, less than 2 years old, anti as the engineer picked it up the aog barked and jumped upon him as though in an ecstasy of joy. The child was the daughter of a farmer living a few hundred yards from the track. Bis Fteel Plant. Two thousand men will find employment in a new steel plant which will oe built at East Chicago by H. C. Frick of the Carnegie company of Pittsburg, and other Eastern capitalists. Three hundred acres of land have been purchased on the shore of Lake Michigan for the site of the new plant. The price is said to have been SSOO an acre. A harbor will be built on the- waterway at the mouth of the Calumet river, which bounds the site on one side. Young Desperado Killed Louis Harlan, a youngeman of Sharpsville, was fatally sihot by Sheriff McCreary. Harlan had been a fugitive from justice, but returned and sent word to the sheriff "to take him if he could.' The officer forced the door, aud was knocked down by Harlan. Without rising, he shot Harlan twice in the chest and stomach. Either* wound would have been fatal. Two Killed at a Crossing. While driving Ray Chappel and family of Butler were struck by a Wabash passenger train. Chappel and his son were ' instantly killed and Sire. Chappel was terribly mangled. The horse was instantly killed and the buggy demolished. A daughter had the greater portion of her clothing torn from her body, but was uninjured.

Within Our Border*. The new Methodist church at Sandborn was destroyed by fire. Edward Hammerback of Kokomo, serving a term for counterfeiting, was par-' doned by President McKinley. Lloyd McMains of Waveland hanged himself in the barn of John Alfrey, a ’brother-in-law. He was a bachelor, and had not been in good health. At Shelbyville, Janies Sandfur, after grieving over a failure of crops, committed suicide by hanging. His body was found in the barn by his young wife. Thaddeus Dupce, the colored man who disappeared from Plainfield, was found northwest of the town by Frank Dalton, a butcher, hanging from a willow tree near the ereek. At Elkhart, thieves stole SI,OOO worth ‘ of diamond jewelry and minor articles from the residence-of John McNaughton, a retired business man, and his widowed sister, Mrs. Margaret Defrees. A young man al*out 20 years old was killed west of Delaware by falling off a caboose. Allthat could be learned of him ’ liisparents lived in Cincinnati * and he was bound for St. Louis. Rev. W. B. Street of Lynn, Mass., a graduate of Yale, has been engaged by Anderson Congregatidnalists in place of Dr. A. H. Ball, who returns to Springfield, Mass., to engage in newspaper work. Chetty Worlds of Union City attempted to jump on a freight train in the Big Four yards and had his left foot so severely mashed that it was necessary to amputate it. He is about thirty years’ old. George Haskell was arrested in the Hamilton National Bank at Fort Wayne while cashing a check with the forged name of William Roth. ,Roth entered the bank just as the cashier was handing out the money. At Vincennes, John Lance met a singular death while swimming with compan- « ions. He dived off the banks of the Wabash into the river, striking his head on a rock, crushing the skull. He was rescuer!, but died a few hours after. At Shelbyville, Harry Taylor, aged 0 K filled a cigar box with gunpowder, cut hole in the lid ojid touched a match to the powder, pretending to blow up Cervera. The child was horribly disfigured about the face and will lose both eyes as ’a result of the explosion. Jacob Ertie, an aged peddler, was found bound to a lounge at his home, four miles north of Fort Wayne. Ertie lives alone.. Several nights ago two men went to his fibiue, bound, gagged and robbed him or a few dollars. They left him tied to a lounge, and not until three days had passed did he release the gags so that he could call for help. Gen. Lew Wallace of Crawfordsville hns received a unique invitation to be present at the G. A. R. Nebraska State encampment in September. • The invitation is signed by every G. A. R. man in the State of Nebraska. A new and peculiarly fatal disease has appeared among the horses near Noble* rille. The animal is first attacked with a profuse perspiration. This is followed bv a chill; then the head swells, there is a heavy discharge of bloody mucous, and death speedily ensues. The disease la extremely contagious, and is usually fatal in a few hours after the first attack.