Rensselaer Democrat, Volume 1, Number 10, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 17 June 1898 — Page 7

A TANGLED SKEIN

MRS. ALEXXANDER

CHAPTER IX—(Continued.) The nwful shock, the terrible sense that the dear, dead woman might have been saved had any one of the household been near her, was too much even for Dorothy’s strong vitality. With a deep sigh she sank senseless into Nurse’s arms, who was thankful to assist in taking her back to her own room, where she left her in charge of the children’s maid. Dorothy came gradually to her senses ■and, as the dreadful knowledge of her sister’s tragic death returned to her, she rose up, and attempted to teave the room. “Oh, no, Miss Dorothy,” cried the little maid. “Mrs. McHugh said you were not to be let go down stairs. She says .you’ll just be breaking your heart, miss, •and you can do no good. The police and the doctor are there now, and Mrs. McHugh, she’ll come up as soon as she has anything to tell. Do lie down again.” “Ah, no; I can indeed do no good! No •one can do any good,” cried Dorothy, wringing her hands. “Who could have hurt her? She has not an enemy in the world. Was it some wretch who wanted to rob her?” “I heard Mrs. McHugh say that all her jewels were gone.” Dorothy walked to and fro, remembering confusedly the events of the last few days—the painful scene between her sister and herself. At last Nurse softly opened the door and approached her, her own eyes streaming, her face haggard. “My poor dear,” she said, in low, hurried tones, “the docto rthinks she must have been dead these four or five hours. The blow, he says, must have killed her at once. It somehow struck the spine, though it looks as if it were on the back of the head. He doesn’t think she felt any pain or fright. She looks like a peaceful infant. The master —heaven help him!—would let no one touch her but himself. His face is set like an iron mask. “The coroner’s come now, and Mr. Egerton. Ah! he has a feeling heart! I thought he’d have dropped when he came into the room; for all he .is a tall, strong man, he was trembling like a leaf, and his eyes looked like to start out of his head. Oh! what a day of sorrow! My dear, beautiful angel of a mistress! To think of them foreign devils stealing in on her sweet sleep to take her innocent life! and it will be hard to catch them! They say the ship was away at dawn this morning, no one knows where.” Here Nprse utterly broke down, and, sinking into a seat, threw her apron over her face, and rocked herself to and fro. “Where are these blessed children? Go, Peggy, my girl,” to the nursemaid, “go, see to them, they’ll be wanting some bread and butter. Oh, here is Miss Oakeley! thank heaven!” It was indeed Henrietta, pale and tearful. She ran to Dorothy, and, kneeling down, clasped her arms round her. “I have only just heard! Dorothy, my dear Dorothy. Let me stay with you. It is too —too cruel,” and, pressing the silent, half-unconscious girl closely, she burst into hysterical weeping—for once, Henrietta Oakeley forgot herself, her “part,” her pretensions to originality, everything, save the human anguish round her! Dorothy returned her embrace mechanically. “Have they sent for Paul—Paul Standish?” she whispered. “I don’t know, dear! but Mr. Egerton is with Herbert, and he will do all he can." A convulsive shudder passed through the slight form in Henrietta’s arms, and Dorothy clung to her with a midden movement. “Oh! send for Paul! Do not leave us defenseless here without Paul Standish! He will not have left London yet,” and with feverish eagerness she pushed Henrietta from her. “Has anyone telegraphed for Mr. Standish?” she asked, looking nt Nurse. “I don’t know, miss,” said the griefstricken woman. “I’ll go and ask.” “Telegraph for him at once,” said Henrietta. “Yes, miss; Collins knows his address,” and Nurse went feebly from the room. CHAPTER X. Eastport had rarely, if ever, been so ehocked and excited as by the murder of, the charming and admired Mrs; Herbert •Callander. Though she had not Ynixed much with the local society, she was well known, and everyone who could find ata nd ing room crowded to hear the evidence given at the inquest. The verdict rendered was “Murder, by some person or persons unknown.” The first act of this sad drama was closed next day by the funeral of the fair young victim. It was long since Eastport had such a sensation. Wreaths, crosses, pyramids of flowers hid the coffin; everyone who had an equipage and the slightest acquaintance with Colonel or Mrs. Callander sent their carriage to swell (he long procession. The bells tolled, and the ntreets through which the cortege passed were crowded' with onlookers. It was a soft gray day, as if nature mourned tenderly for the brief young life, so ruthlessly cut off for merg base* greed, in the midst of Us bright morning. '"•'The resting place selected by (Milan* der was the burial ground attached to aq old chapel on the hillside between Fordsea and Rooks tone; an ancient gray wall, breast-high.and lichen-grown, snrroended It; great masses of gorse breathed a p»fume of their honey-sweet blossonjs in spring from the grassy slops above, while beneath spread out the restless waters of the bay with the towers and spires of Eastport beside them. The fresh winds from sea and land swept over it, and the blessed silence of the quiet country seemed tq keep all sounds hushed, lest they should trouble the last sleep of those weary ones who found rest beneath its grassy monads. The spectators ware greatly moved by the scene, and deeply impressed by the dignified self-control of Colonel Callander, by the deep despair of hia set face. Also by the pallid grief

of the friend who stood beside him, whose unsteady step as he approached the grave, showed how hard was the struggle not to break down. Standish devoted himself to support Dorothy, but she bore up better than he expected. It was all over at last, and as Dorothy drove back, her hand in Henrietta Oakeley’s, she felt indeed alone — worse than alone—burdened with a secret conviction which for potent reasons she must not speak, with a bitter sense of wrong for which she must seek no sympathy. Standish found a detective awaiting him on his return from paying the last tribute of respect to the dead. As soon as Colonel Callander, with a hastily expressed desire to be left alone, had retired to his own room, the two men, accompanied by Mrs. McHugh, began the examination which the former had been so anxious to make. “We have lost too much time,” he said, in his peculiar drawling nasal voice, with every here and there strongly Irish tones. “In cases of this kind, time is everything. It would have done the poor lady no harm if I had rummaged about a bit while she lay there; she was past being disturbed.” “It would have been offensive to her sister and to Colonel Callander,” returned Standish. “And a day or two more or less don’t matter,” put in Mrs. McHugh, “when them cruel devils have got clean off!” “We are not sure yet who is guilty,” said Dillon, dryly, and, -walking to the window, looked intently at the bank opposite. “Come here,” he said to Nurse. “How was the window fastened when your mistress went to bed that night?” “It was Mary, the housemaid, waited on her —not me.” “Call Mary.” Mrs. McHugh went in search of her. “The top of the bank is lower than this window,” observed Dillon, “and you see the holes made by the ends of the ladder are a good bit lower still; the ladder sloped enough for a man to climb up easy.” “I see that,” returned Standish. Here Mrs. McHugh returned with Mary looking very uncomfortable. “Now, my girl, Come along, tell me all you can remember about your mistress when you last saw her.” “It was close on eleven, sir. just after Mr. Egerton left. I had been shutting master’s windows, as look out to the front, and I saw the light of Mr. Egerton’s cigar when he walked past.” "Which side did he pass?” “Right, sir, by the Beach road!” “Ha! Where did Mr. Egerton put up?” asked Dillon. “At the Beach Mansion Hotel,” said Standish. “That is not to the right?” “No, sir. I suppose he went for a turn while he smoked, for when I went to put up the shutters to the door I saw the red of the cigar going down by the sunk fence as if he were going round by the beach.” “You went to your mistress immediately after?” “Yes! she rang the bell just as .1 was turning back from the door.” “Did she seem the same as usual?” “Well, yes! I think she had been crying. Her eyes looked like crying, now and again, lately. She was weak-like and poorly.” “Do yon know of anything to vex her?” “Bless you, no, sir. Everyone loved her, poor dear lady. Everyone tried to please her, from the Colonel down,” cried the girl, tears coming to her eyes. “Well, how did you leave her?” “She had put on her dressing gown, and said she would not have her hair brushed, because she was tired. She told mo to light the night light.” “The night light? Where did you put it? Could it be seen from the outside?” “I don’t know; I stood it here by this window,” going over to one which opened on the east side of the house. The bed intervened between the place indicated and the window by which the murderer had entered. “If the light were visible from without of course it would have been a guide. Put a similar ligfbt in the same.place after dark and I will test it. Weil’ your mistress told you to light this watch light?” “She says, ‘Mary, I think I’ll have a night light. I feel so nervous and feverish,’ says she, ‘and open a bit of the volets’ (that's what she called those shutter blinds) ‘as well as the window,’ says she, ‘I don’t feel able to breathe.’ ” “And you opened them?” “I did. You see, the’ middle piece folds back, and I set it a tiny bit open, fastening the bar across the inside. You see it goes right across. I’ll show you ” “Stop!” cried Dillon, grasping her arm as she made a step towards the dressing table, “don’t touch that. Has it been touched or stirred since the murder?” “No, not that I know of,” said the girl, a little frightened by his vehemence; “Mrs. McHugh kept the key to the room* ever since the coroner came, and would never let .none of us come next or nigh it.” “I did that, sir,” added Mrs. McHugh, “for Mr. Standish warned me you wanted to see the place as It was ” “Right, ma’a m. Ah!" going carefully •to the side of the dressing table. “There is not ihuch roc an for s Biau to come in here without moving this. How come the outer blinds open if this,” touching the table, “has not been moved?” **l made ColNns open them from the outside,” said Nurse. • Dillon then looked carefully at the carpet, the portion bf the painted flooring left uncovered along the side of the bed where the murderer must have stood; he even stooped down and felt all. th* edge of the carpet which lay beside It. Standish saw that one of his hands was closed as he rose up.

“Haye you found anything?’ he asked. Dillon shook fiis head. “Only a pin,” he said. “I always remember that, he who sees a pin, and lets it lay, may live to wnqt a pin another day!” “Well, and that’s true,” said Nurse, emphatically, w For some minutes Dillon continued to search under Wardrobe and chests of drawers. In corners and all dim nooks—every possible spot where the smallest article could have been dropped or forgotten by the murderer or murderers. “Now, my girl, I’li not keep you nor Mrs. McHugh any longer; you’ve been very helpful, and I’m obliged to you.” “I’m sure you are welcome,” they said in chorus, and retired. Dillon followed them to the door, and moving it backwards and forwards, observed : “It goes easily and silently!” Then, stepping over the threshold, he seemed to look most intently on the other side. He stood in the opening, so that Standish could not pass. “Ay,” he said, “It has not been touched. It’s just thick with dust,” and drawing out his pocket handkerchief, he rubbed it with some force; finally, re-enter-ing the room, he closed the,door and stood a moment, his thick eyebrows almost meeting with a frown of intense thought. Then, looking up, as if some gleam of light had come to him, he walked again to the window, and pulling the table a little aside, closed the outer shutters and put up the bar, leaving the center portion slightly open. “Will you stay here, while I get the ladder and see if I can enter without noise?” Standish nodded. He felt curiously affected by the exhaustive search Dillon was making. He almost shuddered at the possibility of his discovering some unexpected depths of horror greater even than what was patent. At last Standish heard the scraping of the ladder as Dillon fixed it against the window ledge. Next the shutter opened softly, then the bar was lifted cautiously, and as cautiously let down, but not without a certain amount of noise. Dillon appeared at the window, and, stepping in, came against the dressing table. “There,” he said, restoring it to its place, “I defy any one to unfasten that bar and let it down without making noise enough to waken a light sleeper. Then the dressing table would be another source of disturbance. As to getting up here on the ladder, it was perfectly easy, but 1 am amazed to think the fellows left it there.” “They were so sure of getting away early next morning, I suppose, they were reckless. Now, Mr. Dillon, what do you think ?” “Well; sir, I do not know what to think. It is quite possible that a murderous thief might have got in that way; I wish the poor lady had bad a bit of a noisy pet terrier.” “Ah, I understand. Well, it so happens there is no dog about the premises.* What do you propose to do next?” Dillon stood silent, in deep meditation. Then looking up straight into his interrogator’s eyes, he said: "I’ve a bit of a plan forming in my mind, sir, but I don’t like to talk about it yet. Will you trust me for a while, and ask no questions? Ay, and trust me with a goodish bit of money, for I may have to cross the channel and disappear.” “Thank you, sir. Might I speak to Miss Wynn—the young lady who heard, or thought she heard, the bar fall?” “Of course —only I should like to be present.” “Just as you like, Mr. Standish, but you must remember nobody ever speaks out her thoughts and impressions quite easy. To do this I just want to come on her unawares, like—not to ask to see her formally. If you are there, well and good, but I don’t want to lose an opportunity waiting for you.” "What is he at?” thought Standish; “he does not want me, that is Oh, jrery well,” he said aloud, “only pray remember that Miss Wynn is in a terribly low, nervous state. Be careful not to shock or startle her.” “Bless your heart, sir, do you think I never spake to a lady before?” “Have you studied the room sufficiently, or would you wish it to be kept still untouched?” asked Standish. “I have learned all it can tell. I have quite done with it.” (To be continued.)

Chinese as Mathematicians.

Cambridge University has just had a remarkable proof of the mathematical genius of the Chinese. Some time ago much surprise was caused a-moaig the mathematicians generally by the discovery among the papers of the late Sir Thomas Wade, of Chinese fame, of evidence that In the time of Confucius the Chinese knew an equation which only became known in Europe during the last century, when it was discovered by Fermat, and has since been known as Fermat's equation. But the Chinese version recently discovered stated that the equation did not hold with regard to certain This puzzled the mathematicians, and all efforts to solve the point have hitherto failed. Now, however, a young undergraduate of Trinity College, Cambridge, has demonstrated that the Chinese were right, and his. solution is frankly admitted by the experts to be perfect. The correspondent understands the result Is shortly to be published at Cambridge In an authoritative way.—Mauchesier Guardian.

New Method of Taming Lions.

Perzon, the great French lion tamer, owed his success to the use of electricity in taming his beasts. When a wild lion or tiger w’as to be tamed, live wires were first rigged up in the cage between the tamer and the animal. After a time Perzoq,would turn his back, and the wild creature would invariably make a leap at him, but encountering the charged wires, would receive a paralyzing shock sufficient to terrorize It forever. This lesson wojild rarely have to be repeated, as the mysterious shock was not readily forgotten. A combined walking-stick and table has been placed upon the market, having the cane split In three longitudinal sections, which are hollow at the top Andcontain the braces which prevent the pivoted legh from opening beyond • certafn’polnt. The table top is formed of heavy fabric stretched over tbo distended franje

THE FARM AND HOME

MATTERSOF INTEREST TO FARMER AND HOUSEWIFE. How to Succeed with a Butter Dairy —Caring for Bees in the SpringHints on Beet Sugar Raising—Keeping Old Cows Is Unprofitable. Good Butter. To succeed with a butter dairy it is necessary to have good butter cows—not some good ones and some poor ones —and these cows must have good butter cow feed and care. One bad butter cow will eat up the profit on several good ones; therefore, all unprofitable cows should be tested out and sold to the butcher; a dairyman can’t afford to keep them if he is dairying for profit. Then the cows must be treated with the consideration due to their importance as a factor of success; and the milk and cream must be properly handled from cow to churn, add those who don’t know precisely how this should be done should stay out of tlie business. He must know how to make butter. There is absolutely no profit in any other grade, because people don’t want bad butter at any price. Then, good butter being made at least possible cost, it must be properly presented to the market It must not only be good, but must look good. Marketing requires some good, sound business sense. Some people could hardly sell good butter at a profit if it was given to them. It requires an all-round man to make a successful dairyman.— Breeder and Horseman.

First Food of Bees in Spring. After bees have safely wintered they first gather propollis, a reddish substance. which they procure from the buds of trees, and whose use is not clearly known, though part of it seems to be to close up cracks which the winter has made in their dwelling. Then they set to work to gather pollen, the fecundating dust from the stigmas of flowers. They get a great deal of this from the blossom of the maple, and it is this rather than sweet sap that the bees frequent maple trees in bloom to obtain. Of course there is no sweetness In maple sap after the trees have leaved out. The taste is rather bitter than sweet Nature is an expert chemist, and can change in a week’s time all the sugar In a maple tree Into the material for depositing fibre in the branches and the new foliage that the tree then puts on. A good substitute for the pollen of flowers is found In very fine rye or wheat flour, kept where it will be sheltered from rain, and where the bees can readily get at it. Hundreds of bees in early spring will visit a dish that has a little rye flour sprinkled on its bottom and exposed to the sun. The bees use this pollen as feed for young bees when newly hatched. Therefore the queen bee does not begin laying until a supply of pollen has been obtained. The earlier the queen bee begins to work the sooner the hive fills with bees, and new swarms are ready to Issue.

Beet Sugar Raisins;. Beet sugar experts saj’ that the beet, in order to be rich in sugar, must have a chance to send its tap-roots down into the subsoil. The factory wants smooth roots, not those that are all “fingers and toes.” Thus they expect the grower to subsoil his beet land in the fall, by following with some sort of subsollBtirring plow In the furrow made by the ordinary plow. Many farmers will consider this quite a task, and possibly be a little slow to bind themselves to grow sugar beets under these corditions. For most soils this subsoiling will not be so difficult as it may look at first glance. The work can be done in the fall, and should be done with greatest care. All manurlal substances should be applied in the fall. Stable manure should be well rotted and applied in moderate doses. Superphosphate may be used quite freely without detriment. Close planting is absolutely necessary. The individual roots should weigh from one to three pounds only. Larger roots are deficient in sugar. The rows are made about twenty inches apart, and the plants left about five to eight inches apart in the rows.

Food for Young Chicks. More toan half the young chicks that dle.jyhfte very young do so because they are improperly fed. Even the most dreaded of all pests, lice, will never trouble the chicken that is fed as it ought to -be, and has free range to scratch In the dirt. But proper feeding does not mean pampering the chick, and still less does It mean feeding with soft, indigestible food, that gives nothing for the chick’s gizzard to work on. We never failed to have good success with chicks after they were big enough to eat whole wheat. After a while we took the hint and cracked the 4 wheat, and they would eat this cracked wheat the second day. The chick needs nothing the first day. Its last act in the shell is to store up the remainder of the yolk and white. It is these which make Its body, boues, bill and feathers. In picking its way out of the shell the chick instinctively swallows some of the shell, and this supplies its first grit for its gizzard. But the egg shell is Itself dissolved and furnishes bone for growth. ScFthe first thing is to put cracked wheat among coarse sand or vety fine gravel. The chick will eat some gravel with its fobd, and thus be put In a fair way to live, and soon learn to take care of itself American Cultivator. * Keeping Old Cow*. One of the small compensations for the great injury done to farmers by the tiiberrmlqsls scare Is that it has led to a weeding out of tfie.old cows. These are always most subject to become diseased, as the cow after iong mllk-

Ing usually has her health and at some- one of these periods, it there are any tuberculous germs in the air, the cow is very liable to take them. Young, vigorous cows, not pampered, can resist the germs even if they do get some into yieir systems. It Is curious that the commission pleading for its life tells of the increased knowledge that the farmers have on this subject over what they bad before the commission began its labors. It is true; they do know more than they did, and so we may add do the veterinarians! It has been knowledge very dearly paid for, and at the cow owners’ expense exclusively. The Wind Blew in the Wheat. A sickle moon hung low and white, in the edge of a golden west, With clanging bells the herd came home; and mother birds on the nest Trilled to the song that is never sung—so soft! so wildly sweet! The whippoorwill in the .marshland called, and the wind blew in the wheat. High summer had broken to hedge-row waves with a foam of elder bloom, By waste and wayside the sweetbriar stars showed faint in the tender gloom, And nibbling bares crept out to play on silent velvet feet. As waxing dewdrops timed the chant, the wind blew in the wheat. “Benison to each bearded head, in the land of golden grain! Ye shall drink of the sun, in strength and power, nor lack the grateful rain. In the bursting mills, in the ocean pressed with the keels of a laden fleet, Ye may read the smile of the Lord of Hosts,” the. wind blew in the wheat. —Harper’s Weekly. Cauliflower. There Is no good reason why the farmer should not grow cauliflower if he or his family like them better than cabbage. They require no stronger soil, no heavier manuring and no more labor until the time comes for tying up the heads, and even then the labor is but little, only that they need looking at almost every day to see when they are just right to tie up for blanching and when they are ready for cutting. If the garden is where It should be — near the house —this extra care Is but a little task, to be done after supper in a small garden. Market gardeners do not need to be told that cauliflowers are much more profitable usually than cabbages.—American Cultivator.

Manvc on Hogs. John Cruze writes to the Rural World as follows: “Have just had some interesting experience with mange or scab on pigs. Lost fourteen out of thirty-six from dosing them with everything I heard or read about. Was in despair until common sonse came to my aid. I figured it out that it was a parasite under the skin, and to cure the pig the parasite must be destroyed. So I mixed up some turpentine and coal oil, and added quite a bit of sulphur. Then, while the pigs were at the trough, I squirted the mixture all over them from nose to tail by means of a machine oil can. Have not lost a pig since, and have not been obliged to repeat the dose.”

Controlling Plant Lice. Plant lice are among the most important of the injurious insects. As plant lice suck their food, paris green and similar poisons cann&t be depended upon when used In the ordinary manner. -Some external irritant must be used instead. Numerous insecticides of this nature are recommended. One of the most Important is good whale oil soap. Experiments during the past season show that one pound of whale oil soap to seven gallons of water will kill plum and currant lice. The solution should be applied in a fin. spray to the under surface of the leaves. — Orange Judd Farmer. The Choke Ball. Cows will often get choked with a small potato or other nr tide of food. The following peculiar.remedy is sometimes employed: Take of fine-cut chewing tobacco enough to make a ball the size of a hen’s egg. Dampen with molasses so that it adheres closely. Lift up the cow's head, pull the tongue forward and crowd the ball as far down the throat as possible. In fifteen minutes it will cause sickness and vomiting, relaxing the muscles so that the object will probably be thrown out.— Kansas Farmer. Feeding Steer*. A cattle breeder who has experimented in various modes of feeding states that he estimated the cost of the food according to flie value of the land and the crop, and with a bunch of steers on a pasture from May to September he cleared ?6.80 an acre. As no labor was required, the steers securing the food from the pasture, the gain was an addition to that which the pasture gives ordinarily, while the manure is also an item of profit. Let Well Enough Alone. Novelties in fruit growing serve to keep growers on the alert for something better every year, but the majority of the novelties pass out of sight after the first year’s trial with them. Many of the so-called novelties are old varieties brought to the. front again. In venturing upon new kinds let It be done experimentally. Never discard a satisfactory kind for another until certain that a change will be of advantage. Teat* in Feeding Chicken*. After making repeated tests in feeding, the New York Agricultural experiment station says: “The ground grain ration proved considerably more profitable than (he whole grain ration with the growing chicks; and the same was true of capons of equal .weight from these chicks, and from others of equal weight and age; fed'alike before capouixing. No difference was noticed In ► health or vigor of chicks or capons fed either ration.

INDIANA INCIDENTS

RECORD OF EVENTS OF H PAST WEEK. ■ Appellate Court Ruling Affect* Man I Mortgages—Damage by LightntMJ at Rushville Stock Farm-Receflsßß S a Poisoned Orange. Makes Many Mortgages Void/JI RE A recent decision of the State AppeO|R||R| Court, holding that a mortgage given < ■ a corporation is void if the ucknowla|jr|H nient is made before an officer who is an officer of the corporation, has consternation among Indiana capitalMMS who have loaned money on mortgagagUMj , attested. Many of the larger corporations such as trust companies, J and railroads, have had one or more their officers take out commissions as nodRH! taries public on account of the nient e of having acknowledgment made, and many mortgages held by are attested by their officers as Under the court's ruling these mortgagflßH are not good against other properly attested. Men and Horses Killed. Lightning struck a barn at the FlasM stock farm at Rushville during a storm Passing through the first floor of the buvHR the bolt killed Ernest Sage, a groom; CdSES tally injuredßichard Hanna of New Yoriflß and Thomas Bodine of Rushville, knocked down and stunned the of the stables, George Weeks. EmmfHß Macy, a fast trotting mare owned Brann & Vance of Rushville, was Woodford C., a trotting stallion, recortßß 2:27, and Roan Dick, trial mark 2:06® both owned at Rushville, were so badljß injured as to make their recovery doubtMM ful. The dead groom was 24 years and the son of Dr. Sage of Hartford Citjr.Hß Indicted in Faith-Cure Case. 9R The Grand Jury at Marion found in-H| dictments against William Johnson, tiwH|| Rev. George R. Archer and the wife upon the charge of rnanslaughtezHE All are prisoners in the county jail. ThejHß are believers in the faith cure for case. Mrs. Johnson, the wife of one the prisoners, died, it is claimed, for of medical attention. An inquest held, and Coroner Kimball’s verdict that Johnson and Mr. and Mrs. were responsible for her death. ThjNH| caused warrants to be issued for their rest, and they were confined in jail await the finding of the Grand Jury. , '|| RR Poison in an Orange. Mrs. Nora Woelfe of Terre Hantfl found an orange on her table with a saying it was exceptionally good and tha|H| it was for her alone. She noticed th»H| orange was soft inside while the rind fresh. Dr. Padget made an analysis ofH the juice, from an opening at the side, and found cocaine had been into the fruit. The doctor tasted the and for a time his power of articulation H was impaired. Mrs. Woelfe secured divorce not long ago after a heated suit, but she does not know of anyom|H who would try to poison her. H

Within Our Borders. B A Clayton hen, having lost her chickd® ens, has adopted a couple of kittens. ■ James Beck, aged 25, stabbed and fatal*® ly wounded George Thomas, aged 40, at® Lena. ® At Elwood. Elizabeth Erban was burn-j® ?d to death by her clothing catching fire® from a gas flambeau. ■ The Heath-Morris Fruit Basket and® Box Company at New Albany was burn*®| I'd out. The loss is $30,000. ■ There are 117 members in the gradwilM ating class of the State normal school at® Terre Haute, the largest class in the his-'® tory of that institution. ■ Daniel Nestell, aged 80, died at Fort?® Wayne of paralysis. He was the fathet® of the famous dwarfs, ‘'Commodow|®S Foote” and “Fairy Queen.” B A new Wei, six stories high, and covwH ering nearly a quarter of a block, and I 1 costing about $400,000, will be built atM South Bend by Janies Oliver. ■ Spontaneous combustion started a fire® in C. E. Nichols’ grain elevator at Ixtweil,® and before it was cheeked did slß.oqs® damage. Five buildings were burned, i® B The wedding of Jesse Overstreet of In-® dianapolis, Congressman from the Sev*i I enth Indiana district, and Miss Kyle Crump, daughter of Mr. and Mra®| F. T. Crump of Columbus, was celebrat®! ed at the home of the bride’s parents. The wedding was one of the largest and mostjaH < legant that have ever taken place in the® city. ■ Fred Homeyer, living near shot and instantly killed Seth Nease, hia'® stepson. The killing occurred at the sunSM per table in the presence of the entirOfi family. Homeyer had been drinking and® was quarrelsome, when Nease admonished.® him to keep quiet. Homeyer went into an adjoining room, procured a shotgun nndJM returning to the door, he took deliberate®! aim and tired with fatal result. Homeyer® claims to have acted in self-defense- I At Indianapolis, Federal Judge Raker® fined the Wrought Iron Range Company-® of St. Louis S7OO for disobeying his in-Jgß junction order. The Economist Furnace® Company of Marion and the St. I .onto® concern were rivals in the business of seiMUr ing ranges and stoves to farmers in the fl northern part of the State and the Ma- 'I rion company obtained an injunction pro-ill hibiting the other from interfering with w its business. This injunction was vio- t| lated. J The Miami tribe of Indians, who owtoM a reservation of 5,200 acres of land in northwestern part of Grant County, ret® fuse to pay tax on the land or to gfy<O®| in to the assessors. Th< matter was re® I ferred to the State officials, and a reply 111 from W. H. Hart of Indianapolis, dnSl uty auditor of the State and secretary ©<3l the State Board of Tax says that poll tax cannot be collected frordS the Indians, bnt that their land is taxahJlH ; and that they must pay tax on persohaM ? property. *. l Mary, the 18-year-old daughter Qf CM® Beatly, who lives near Morgantown, co« 3 mitted suicide. Her lover had called her and they quarreled. X bottle ing arsenic told the storyand a inquest confirmed ‘xv. s M '.xrssra ■■ ir.-vh nvititnis i? itv HiiuurQgi men were OwtlS Pittsburg .nJ >ll th. w*h«. -■■ilia on an agreement for an adjustraent «d|