Rensselaer Democrat, Volume 1, Number 11, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 24 June 1898 — Page 7

A TANGLED SKEIN

MRS. ALEXANDER

CHAPTER XL Luke Dillon was a rare specimen of his race, a money-loving Irishman. It was the flaw in a very shrewd, farseeing intellect, but ns yet indulgence had not developed it to that degree of intensity which dulls perception in other directions. A few tastes still remained to Dillon not quite dwarfed by the master passion, among them a certain pleasure in his own keenness and such creature comforts as good food and drink. The circumstances of Mrs. Callander’s death exercised him a good deal. He would have been rather disgusted to think that his task offered no greater difficulty than tracing a common seaman, a mere vulgar thief. For his own credit sake he Loped and expected to find a far deeper, subtler motive below the apparent simplicity of the crime. If he could find the sailor, the supposed murderer, and prove him guilty, well and good, he would get a thousand pounds. If he could find a more highly placed assassin so much the better —he should unearth spme disgraceful secret which it would be of the last importance to conceal, even at the price of immunity to the murderer. This would mean a heavy bribe to insure his own silence. Two thousand instead of one —ay, more--with the possibility of retaining fees for many a year to come. With this idea Dillon applied all the force of his keen, and in some ways imaginative, mind first to invent probabilities, and then to seek proof of them, for he had often discovered very unexpected proof while following the scent of a false theory. Given a beautiful young woman, separated by many a league from a husUunl considerably older than herself, what more likely than a lover? and given a lover, the amount of gnilt and cruelty, deceit and* treachery, depended on the strength of passion, the difficulties and provocations of the position. •'There must be a confidante somewhere,” mused the detective as he strolled along the common the day after the funeral. “I wish I could find her—if it is a ‘her’ —I wish 1 could get a word with that Mr. Egerton.” At this point in his meditations Dillon came upon a gentleman who was walking slowly along the beach, and had crossed from the water’s edge as if to mount some steps that led to the low embankment. Dillon recognized Egerton. and waited till he came near. “Beg your pardon, sir,” he said, deferentially touching his hat. “I wanted a word or two with yon.” “Who are you?” asked Egerton, haughtily. “My name is Dillon, and I am in the employment of Mr. Standish at present.” “Ah! the detective,” with a tinge of contempt in bis tone. “Are you sent from Scotland Yard?” “No, sir, I am not in any service except that of the person who engages me temporarily. lam free to do as my employer directs; to press on to full discovery or to hold my hand ” “What do you want with me?" “I’d make bold to ask you a question or two, if I may, sir.” “Go on, we can walk while I speak. What is it?” “They toil me you spoke to these men, the sailors who are suspected of the murder. Now, I’d like to know what your opinion is.” *T have none. They may have done it, but there are base scoundrels of every nation who’d stab their mothers for gold and jewels.” “May be so, but not their sweethearts, sir.” “What do you mean?” cried Egerton, liis eyes lighting up angrily, while a deep flush passed over his face, so deadly ■white before. “Do you think this tragedy a fit subject for vulgar jests?” “Heaven forbid, sir,” gravely. “But you see rough men like me are not accustomed to touch things gingerly as gentlefolks do. Yom see it’s rather hard to hunt up men that may be innocent, and waste a lot of time and money into the bargain without looking round a bit for any other possible party." “I think it is all wasted time,” said Egerton, passionately. “We’ll never catch the real murderer, though I’d give all I possess to stand by and see him die inch by inch, under the grasp of a torturer, but I don’t want you or any like you to handle and dissect the simple details of a life like There,” stopping himself, “I am tolerably sure some bloodthirsty thief stole in and silenced her forever, some wretch who will assuredly meet his puniehqient sooner or later, who is perhaps That is all I think about it! If you want money to prosecute your search, come to me —L.ere, take that and let me go. I don’t want to speak to you again.” He took out his purse and put five or six sovereigns in Dillon’s ready hand, then ■with a gesture of infinite abhorrence turned from him and walked rapidly in the direction of the pier. “Oh! I’m too dirty to be touched, am I?” muttered the detective, looking after him with an unpleasant grin. “All the fitter to take the ‘filthy lucre.’ ” Drawing a small leather bag from hi* pocket, he put the sovereigns into it; carefully twisting the string round it he placed the bag in his breast pocket, and, quickening his pace, directed his steps to The Knoll. “There is something wrong with you, my fine gentleman,” he mused. “A man’s not always so wild with grief about his friend’s wife, unless—he’s not the sort of man though to stick a knife in a woman —unless he was riled to that extent! Faith, jealousy and revenge have brought finer gentlemen than you into ugly places. Now let’s see what is to be doue with the other one.” Dorothy had forced herself to sit downstairs in the drawing room that morning to tfnstfer some of the many letters which had poured in upon her since the dreadful death of her sister had been described by every newspaper in England and some abroad—chiefly hoping to exchange a few

words with Standish as he came and went. It seemed that long years had passed since she had written letters in that room last; was it not hideously soon to be clothed in her right mind, and able to resume anything of her ordinary ways? Was life to go on just as usual without Mabel? How was Herbert to bear existence unless he could shake off something of the awful silent grief which oppressed him? He was hardly master of himself! Then when Standish went away, palling her loneliness would be! As she thought this, with her elbow on the table, her cheek on her hand, a voice, a strange voice, said: “Oh! I beg your pardon, miss.” She started, and turning, recognized Dillon. “I beg your pardon-miss,” he repeated. “I thought Mr. Standish was here.” “He wag here half an hour ago, and will return soon," she said, rising and looking earnestly at him; something in him repelled her, yet she had a curious wish to speak to him. “Thank you, miss. I only wanted to ask him a question or two, and maybe you could answer them as well.” “Mr. Dillon, do you hope to get any due?” "Well, miss, I may and I may not. There are many points to be considered. It’s all very well to offer rewards and hunt up those foreign chaps, but it’s just possible others may have a hand in it. Things look black enough, I grant, against those men, still ” he stopped and looked down, as if considering deeply. “Still, in what other way can you possibly account for the horrible crime?” asked Dorothy. “As to a>ccounting for it—why, that’s not to be thought of yet. Then you see there’s a heap of crimes-done from spite, and jealousy and revenge, besides the desire to grab booty.” “There could be no such motives in this case,” returned Dorothy, trying to speak calmly, while her heart beat with almost painful violence at this corroboration of her own horrible suspicions. “Who could be jealous of or wish to hurt my sister, who only lived among her own family and had no intimacies outside them?” “Well, I suppose that’s true; but you know, miss. I am a stranger, and don’t know nothing of how you and she lived. Sometimes good, kind ladies manage to offend spiteful people who don’t stop at trifles. If you could remember now that she scorned anyone, or turned her back on anyone, it might be a help, and of course you would like to bring the villain to justice!” He kept his small, searching eyes fixed on her while he spoke,' noting how the swift blood mounted almost to her brow, and then left her paler than before; how her eyes avoided his, and she seemed to. shrink together. “How dare you suggest such fearful possibilities!” interrupted Dorothy, hardly able to refrain from screaming aloud with terror. “You are thinking of wicked, uncivilized people, not of English gentlemen and ladies; these vile motives do not exist here and—and you ought not to si>eak of them to any one! Don’t you see what frightful conclusions they point to? What a cruel construction the world we live in would put upon them. You must not speak in that way—to any one!” "Trust me,” he returned, with a hideously confidential air—while he thought, “She knows more than she chooses to tell, there’s a tile off the rcof here somehow.” “I have kept many a curious story quiet before this,” he said aloud. “If yon trust me, miss, and just tell me every little trifle such as, of course, you wouldn't speak out before a low, vulgar policeman who has neither discretion nor delicacy. I’ll lay my hand on the miscreant—or,” with strong emphasis, "the real miscreant’s tool!” Dorothy was overwhelmed. How was it that this stranger, this common man, had evolved suspicions so like her own? What clue had he gained? How did he 'dare—her head swam. She dreaded to think what inculpatory morsel of writing, either from or to Egerton, might have fallen into his hands; papers, notes, letters were so easily mislaid, so dreadfully dangerous! She made a gallant effort to pull herself together, for she felt he was trying to read her thoughts with his sly, mean eyes. "I nm so unnerved.” she said with sudden composure, “that everything frightens me. Of course a man of your experience must know much that seems impossible to me. I can but hope your skill may bring the real felon to justice. To me, of course, ft is clear that robbery and the fear of detection were the only motives for the crime that has robbed us of one so dear.” A sob choked her words. Dillon stood respectfully silent. “She’s a plucky one,” thought the detective, while he said aloud, “No, of course not, miss; but I'll be careful all the same, ami you may be sure I’ll do my best to find out the real truth.” He suddenly raised his eyes as he uttered the last words. Dorothy could not resist a shiver; there was, to her ear, a threat in his tone. “Now,” he resumed—when to Dorothy’s delight the door ojiened to admit Standish, who came in quickly, saying: “You here. Dillon?” He stopped beside Dorothy. “Yes, sir. I just came in, thinking you were here.” “Well,” returned Standish, somewhat impatiently, “Miss Wynn looks very much exhausted. The sooner we can leave her to rest the better.” While he spoke Dorothy, as if unconsciously, slipped her arm through his and drew close to him, so that be felt the beating of her heart, the tremor that occasionally ran through her slight frame. “I am sorry I disturbed the young lady.” With an abrupt bow and a satis-, fled smile the detective left the room,

thinking! “She could tell a good bit if she chose. She was in a proper fright when I hinted at jealousy. I suspect I sailed pretty <flosc to the wind. She does not want his high mightiness there to know what I was driving at. She spoke up pretty quick when I began about the bar. I fancy I have a fine job in band. She is an uncommon pretty piece of goods. I would not mind her cuddling me up as she does that guardian. But a big bag of sovs. is worth ail that moonshine." ’chapter XII. Meantime Standish, looking kindly into Dorothy’s eyes, exclaimed: “I was afraid that fellow’s questions would only open your wounds; I wanted to be with you when he came. You are looking so pale and worn, Dorothy! I must get you away from this.” Dorothy withdrew her arm from his and sat down, beginning to put her papers and letters together. “I should be pleased, too. The sight of this room, of everything, the recollection of our happy days is insupportable.” “I have been consulting with Miss Oakeley. Mrs. Callander wants you all to go to her house in London—at least till yon can settle in an abode of your own. Miss Oakeley proposes to take a house and reside with you, for the winter at least. What do you think of this? She is kind and human.” “I should like to be with Henrietta, but not with Mrs. Callander. You must save me from Mrs. Callander, Paul.” “I will as far as I can, my dear child. Do you know, she has just gone in to pay her son an unexpected visit?” “Indeed!” cried Dorothy, dismayed. “I am sorry—it will irritate him, and he may wound her. His dislike to the idea of seeing her almost alarms me. It is so unnatural, it is unlike him when he is himself.” “I imagine that her unfriendly feeling to his sweet wife was a source of annoyance to him, and now she is gone he resents it as he never would have done during her lifetime.” Dorothy bent her head, but did pot reply. “Then I have your permission to arrange so far your winter abode, at least, with Miss Oakeley?” “Yes, dear Paul. Shall you be long away?” “As short a time as I can manage— a month, perhaps. Indeed, I must come back to look after you and the children, for poor Callander seems to shrink from me—from us all. He told Egerton he would leave a power of attorney with his solicitors, and would lodge money for current expenses in their hands as he wanted to stay a long time abroad. He will, no doubt, return sooner than he expects. The first cruel keenness of his grief blunted, he will long to see his poor children.” Here a sound of voices and steps outside attracted their attention. The door was partly open, and Dorothy heard Mrs. Callander’s voice saying very distinctly, “No; I shall leave at once. It is insupportable.” Dorothy looked interrogatively at Standish. “I would not go if I were you,” he said, answering the glance. “She can come in here if she likes.” In another minute the noise as of a carriage driving away was heard, and at the same time Miss Oakeley came in, looking rather scared. "Isn’t it unfortunate?” she said, throwing herself into a chair. “He would pot allow her to stay or even to sit down.” “Who? Herbert?” asked Dorothy. “Yes. When his mother went in he stood up, looking perfectly awful, and said, ‘I did not ask you to come here.’ “ ‘I know that,’ she returned, quite subdued, ‘but I could not keep away. 1 longed to see you, my dear san—to see ’ “ ‘I may see you hereafter,’ he said in such a strange, choked sort of voice. ‘But here, while all is fresh, I will not. You were the one enemy she had on earth. Yow only distrusted and disliked her; you made her shrink from you, and I will neither see nor speak with you till heaven has given me grace to forgive.’ “Poor Herbert,” continued Miss Oakeley, weeping and wiping her eyes; “he was always a religious man. I was sorry for my aunt, too, poor old thing; I wanted her to come in here and sit down, but no, she was too hurt and offended. She has gone back, and I really think I must go after her.” “Do, dear Henrietta. She was cross and disagreeable, but this is a terrible punishment—to be rejected by her own son I” “Yes, and Mr. Egerton was with me this morning and says Herbert does not wish the children to be with her. We must try and smooth him down.” “It is a relief to me that Egerton is going with Callander. This dreadful blow seems almost more than his brain can stand. Still, he was always just and reasonable. Change of scene will, no doubt, restore his balance, and his extraordinary antipathies will fade away,” said Standish, thoughtfully. “I wish, I do wish you were going with Herbert,” said Dorothy, wringing her bands in her earnestness. There was a note of anguish in her voice that struck Standish. “My dear Dorothy,” he said seriously, “you have always been a sensible girl; yon must not let yourself brood over imaginary trouble now, when you have so terrible a grief to contend with; you will fritter away your strength, which has been sorely tried. Egerton is an excellent companion for Callander. I do not understand your prejudice against him.” “Nor I,” added Miss Oakeley. “I nm sure he hus been like a brother to Herbert, only a great deal more brotherly than a brother! —now I must go to my aunt,” and Henrietta, who, though truly sympathetic, was in a way exhilarated by having so much to do—real work, too — went away quickly. (To be continued.)

A Drummer.

Haggard Hubert—Cau yer assist an old drummer, mum? Mrs. Chink—Yes; it pains me to see a veteran needy. Here's a quarter. By the bye, were you at Chancelk>revllle? Haggard Hubert—Never, lady. De bakin’ powder concern 1 wuz drummin’ fer kep’ me alters in northern territory. Thank y, mum.

Their Jokes.

“Officer!” shouted an excited man to a poilceihan, “those fellows in that saloon just stood me op my head and took every cent I had.” “Thim boys at Patsy’s,” was the officer’s comment, as he moved on, “was always great at jokes.”—Cincinnati Enquirer.

BUYING WAR BONDS.

SMALL INVESTORS SUBSCRIBE TO THE POPULAR LOAN. Results of First Applications Indicate that Small Investors Will Take Entire Issue of •200,000,000-Regard-ed as First-class Securities. Loan Is a Success. The Government has taken every possible step to make the new bond issue in every sense a popular loan. While the great banking syndicates of this country and Europe are ready and willing to subscribe for the entire bond issue, the Treasury Department has decided that individual subscriptions will receive attention first and that the smallest amounts asked for will be allotted before the larger ones. This means that any private citizen who desires to invest a little money in the new government bonds will be accommodated before the millionaires and the banking institutions may purchase these desirable securities. Small investors regard the new bonds as first-class securities, and unless all present indications are misleading the entire issue will be placed before the larger banking institutions will be permitted to subscribe. «The people want the bonds and are not a whit backward about asking for them. The sub-treasury, the banks, postoftiee stations and express offices in New York, Chicago, Philadelphia, Boston, St. Louis. Cincinnati and other large cities, as well as many of the smaller ones, were besieged the first day with requests for information and for the application blanks prescribing the form in which subscriptions must be made. Conservative estimates place the first day’s “small subscription” totals at $3,000,000. In Chicago the day’s subscription reached $685,800. Experts say more than $lO,000.000 will be subscribed in small sums in New York alone. These bonds bear interest at 3 per cent, payable quarterly. The denominations of the coupon bonds are S2O, SIOO, SSOO and $1,000; of registered bonds, S2O, SIOO, SSOO, SI,OOO, $5,000 and SIO,OOO. In terms they are precisely like all other United States bends outstanding—that is, they are payable in coin. Secretary Gage’s letter of instructions reveals the precautions taken by the administration and the Treasury Department to make this a popular loan in the strictest sense —to insure the small investors getting the bonds if they want them. Until 3 o'clock p. m. July 14, no subscription will be honored that calls for more than SSOO. All others will be pigeonholed. If the subscriptions for SSOO or less exhaust the entire issue of $200,000,000 the others will stay pigeon-holed. Whatever of the total issue, if any remain, will be allotted after July 14, and again the small banks and the man of money. The allotment of what remains will commence with the smallest subscriber—that is, the man who wants S6OO or SI,OOO worth of bonds will have his application honored before that of the man who asks for $1,200 or $2,000, and so on. It is therefore practically impossible for the banks and wealthy men who would bid for blocks of SIOO,OOO or $1,000,000 io get any of these bonds if the people of modest means take advantage of this month of time; Marshaling of “dummies” by the banks, which some have appeared to fear, is out of the question, since two “dummies” would be needed for every sl,000 of bonds, and to get a block of SIOO,000 the bond seekers would need a whole regiment of “dummies.” The bonds are all to be sold to the people at a fixed price or at par value. This is another safeguard for the popular feature of the loan. No fear is entertained of a too rapid absorption of the nation’s currency by the bond purchasers. It is figured that most of the money to be put into bonds will be idle capital. When the small investors have had their fill, if there be anything left for the big bidders and banks, they will be permitted to receive their allotments in installments'of 20 per cent at intervals of forty days to guard against rapid absorption of the currency. If the national banks were able to get hold of large blocks, there might be an inflation of the currency by an issue of national bank notes against the new bonds, but this is not a real danger on account of the rthstricticns against the banks already noticed.

Government Out a Million.

A well-known banking house made a proposition to the Secretary of the Treasury to subscribe for $100,000,900 of the new bonds at 101. Under the law the bonds must be sold at par and allotted to the subscribers for the smaller amounts first, hence the offer could not be entertained. Subscriptions for S2O bonds or multiples of that amount up to SSOO will be awarded as fast as received.

CURRENT COMMENT

Sampson solves the problem: The way to open the Santiago bottle is to smash it. —Philadelphia Ledger. “I suppose there is no danger of Cervera breaking out?” “Not unless he gets the measles."—Cleveland Pluin Dealer. Apparently by the time Santiago. San Juan and other places fall, obstinate Madrid may tumble.—Philadelphia Times. The Americans were generous enough tn sink one of their own ships when they found Spain couldn’t do it.—St. Paul Dispatch. Acting Admiral Sampson’s opinion of the management of those Cuba-bound troops is probably wholly unfit for publication.- Boston Globe. 7 If Cervera sinks that fleet that is soon to ’ •econie ours we will place it on the expense account when we come to settle up. —St. Paul Dispatch. Cbme to think of it, Dewey is a name to conjure with.—Philadelphia Press. This country’s floating population was never larger than it is now, but it will be still larger when the next expedition starts.—Boston Herald. It is not true that the troops at Tampa are waiting for the gulf of Mexico to freeze over, so that they can cross to Cuba on the ice.—Boston Globe. The Government has been urged to adopt worsted as the material for uniforms, but in battle our troops must not be worsted.—Boston Globe.

UNSPOKEN SYMPATHY.

Children Who Were Careful Net to Hurt an Uncle's Feeling. ’ He was a big, burly, good-natured conductor on a country railroad, and he had watched them with much interest as they got on the train. They were two handsome, round-faced, rosycheeked boys, and three sunny-haired, pretty little girls of various sizes and ages. A grave, kind-looking gentleman, evidently their guardian, got in with them, and the conductor's attention was soon caught by the fact that the apparently eager conversation was carried on by means of a deaf-and-dumb alphabet, the gentleman joining ih so pleasantly that the conductor beamed on him with approval. Naturally kind-hearted himself, it pleased him to see this trait in others. But his honest eyes were misty as he thought of his own noisy crowd of youngsters at home and contrasted them with this prim little company who smiled and gesticulated, but made no sound. It was plain they were off on a holiday jaunt, for they all had satchels and wore a festive, “go-away” air, and the conductor, whose fancy played about them continually, settled it in his mind that they belonged to some asylum, and were going with their teacher for a vacation trip. He couldn't help watching them, and nodding to them as he passed through the car. They returned his greeting in kind, being cheerful little souls, aad he began to look forward with regret to the time of parting. At length, at one of the rural stations, the gentleman kissed the young ones hurriedly all round and got off the train. They leaned out of the windows and waved enthusiastic farewells as the car moved on; then the biggest “little girl” took a brown-paper bag from her satchel and distributed crackers in even shares. The conductor, in passing, smiled and nodded as usual, as the little girl held out the paper bag to him. “Do have some,” she said. He started back in sheer amazement. “Why,” he exclaimed, “you can talk then—all of you?” “Of course!” they cried in chorus. The conductor sank into the seat across the aisle. “I thought you were deaf and dumb,” he gasped. . “Oh, how funny!” cried one of the rosy-cheeked boys. "Why, that was Uncle Jack, poor fellow! He was born that way. We wouldn't talk while he was with us; it might hurt his feelings, you know. Hello! here's our station. Come on, girls!” And the five trooped noisily out, and waved their handkerchiefs from the platform as the train moved on.—St. Nicholas.

Paid His Creditors in Full.

A case of rather remarkable commercial honesty has just come to light. In 1875 one of Springfield's well-known shoe dealers found himself so embarrassed by depreciation in value of stock and the difficulty in collecting accounts that he failed and made a compromise with his creditors of 50 cents on the dollar. After twenty-two years the merchant, now considerably over 70 years old, has settled all these old claims in full, paying the balance unpaid at that time, amounting to sevefal thousand dollars. There was no claim on him other than that of his conscience. All his creditors had signed a paper acknowledging their satisfaction, and. in fact, a large number of original papers had been destroyed, so that the merchant had to settle in accordance with tlie figures he had in his possession, paying over the money in some cases to heirs or to surviving partners, who knew nothing or had nothing to show of the original transaction. The conscientious old shoe dealer is very anxious not to have his name appear—his act would lose its merit through advertising. he soys. A good deal of the money that he has thus paid back has been pounded out on the shoemaker’s bench.—Boston Transcript.

New Island Off Borneo.

A sensation has been created in the Straits Settlements and the far East by the sudden appearance of a new island off the coast of Borneo, between Nemtakol and Lumbldan. The island is 45 feet higb*« third of a mile long, and a quarter of a mile wide. For the most part tlie island is merely an upheaval of the bottom of the sea, but at its highest point there is a distinct mud crater, with the cone-Ahaped top and sides fallen in. The sides of the cone give evidence of having been forced up through a crevice In solid rock. The British North Borneo Herald says the cone, which is thirty yards in diameter, is surrounded by another and larger cone, which shows that with more pressure from beneath a much larger crater would have been formed. The rising of the island was not accompanied by any volcanic disturbance. Tlie crater is seamed with crevices and cracks which emit gases. By applying a torch to a small crack in the crater the gas Ignites and burns steadily.—St. Louis Globe-Democrat.

Musical Aids to Marchers.

A French general has inaugurated a plan of permitting soldiers to slug when on the march, a privilege which has been strictly denied until recently. It has also been arranged that any soldier who can play on any of the smaller musical Instruments shall be provided with such instrument at the expense of the State.

England’s Pension Payments.

Everj' year Great.Brltain pays nearly £4,000,000 In pensions, retired pay and superannuated allowances to officers, warrant officers and others.

Suicides

The number of suicides committed tn this country last year was 4,912, or about seven In every 100,000 Inhabitants.

RECORD OF THE WEEK

INDIANA INCIDENTS TERSELY TOLD. Readjustment of Indiana Postmasters* ; Salaries-Jnrjr in the Mullaney Case Fail to Agree Upon a Verdict—Farmers Take Revenge Ont of a Machine. Indiana Postal Changes. The first assistant Postmaster GeneraF at Washington announces the fifteenth | annual readjustment of presidential postmasters' salaries, the changes in classifi- - cation and salary to become effective July 1, 1898. Under this readjustment the following changes in classification and increase or decrease in compensation will occur in Indiana: Alexandria. Franklin, Notre Dame, Rushville and Warsaw are advanced from third to second class; Plymouth Is relegated f ram second to third. Increases: Albany $1,300 $1,400 Alexandria 1,800 2,000 Anderson 2,600 2,700 Attlei 2,500 2,600 Bedford 1,800 1.900 Bloonffiehl 1,300 1.300 Bloomington 2,200 2,300 Bluffton 2.000 2,100 Booneville 1.400 1,500 Cannelton 1,100 1,200 Covington 1,400 1,300 Crawfordsville2,4oo 2.500 Delphi 1.600 1,700 Dunkirk 1.500 1,600 Elkhart 3.160 3.200 Elwood 2.106 2.300 Fairmount 1,300 1,400 Fort Wayne 3,200 3,300 Franklin 1,800 2.000 Hartford City 1,800 1.000 Jasper 1.000 1,200 Jeffersonville 2.100 2,200 Jonesboro 1,100 1,400 Knox 1,100 1,200 Kokonio 2.400 2,500 Lawrenceburg 1,700 1,900 Lei a non 1,800 2,000 Ligonier 1,600 1,700 Linton 1.000 1,100 Lowell 1,000 1,100 Madison 2.100 2,200 Marlon 2,600 2,700 Martinsville 1,600 1.800 Michigan City 2,200 2,300 Mitchell 1,30<> 1.500 New Albauy 2.400 2,500 New Harmony 1,000 1,100 North Vernon 1,600 1.700 Notre Dame 1,900 2,000 wßleton 1,000 1,200 Bern 2.31X1 2,400 Petersburg 1,300 1,500 Plainfield 1,000 1,300 Portland 1,800 1,900 Princeton 2,000 2,100 Red Key 1,200 1,400 Ridgeville 1,600 1,900 Rising Sun 1,000 1.100 Rockville 1,400 1,500 Rushville 1,900 2.000 SeyUMiur 2,000 2,100 South Bend 3,100 3.200 SpetMtT I.4<M> 1,600 •nllivan I.6tM> 1,700 SunMiiltvllk* 1,000 1,100 Tell City 1,200 1.300 rhorntown 1,200 1,400 Tipton 1.600 1,700 Vevay 1,100 1,200 Vincennes 2,400 2,500 Wabash 2,300 2,400 Warsaw 1,900 2.000 Worthington 1,300 1,500 Decreases: Bourbon $1,600 $1,200 East Chicago 1,300 1,200 Edinburgh 1,4D0 1,200 Plymouth 2.000 1,000

Peculiar Ending of a Trial. At LaPorte. the second trial of James ; Mullaney of Chicago, chief of detectives | 3f the Lake Shore Railroad, on the charge of killing Officer Christiansen of South Bend in May, 1897. ended in a peculiar ; manner. The jury rendered a verdict of S guilty of manslaughter. Upon being poll- | ?d all the jurymen agreed that the verdict was according to their best judgment and belief, except C. P. Smith, who said he had consented to the verdict in order to reach an agreement, but did not sanction it. Judge Biddle thereupon declared the verdict void and sent the jury to its i room for further deliberation. In five J minutes the body reported that it could not agree and were discharged, ands another trial will be the result. Farmers Wreck a Machine. Last fall a stranger who secured one of the American™ Strawlioard Company’s balers in Anderson went into Hendricks County and, representing himself as an agent for the corporation, bought up all of the straw in sight on time and baled and shipped it. He then disappeared, leaving the baler behind. The farmers waited for their money, but it never came. A week ago they dynamited the machine, but it was not completely destroyed, and the American company ordered it shipped to Anderson. The company has received notice that the farmers held a mass meeting and as a result reduced the machine to ashes. * Within Onr Borders. At Shelbyville, natural gas has been struck at a depth of 2(10 feet. Emma A. Henry, wife of William B. Henry, for years a prominent merchant of Ijobanon, has sued for divorce and $lO,000 alimony. The complaint includes some sensational allegations. The Globe Life and Accident Insurance Company of Indianapolis has been placed in the hands of a receiver by Judge Harvey of the Superior Court on complaint of Melita Allen, who charges gross mismanagement of its affairs and says it is insolvent. At Ijebanon, Coroner Armstrong completed his inquiry into the death of Seth Nease, killed by his stepfather, Fred Homaear. The evidence apparently shows the shooting to have been deliberately planned and executed without provocation. During the examination Mrs. Ho maear threatened to kill her husband in ■ case he was acquitted. It is learned William Hanley, the young man of Chester township who was sent to Longcliff asylum, became deranged through the work of an anonymous letter s writer. He was infatuated with a young II woman, who received a vile communicarion with young Hanley’s signature attached, and soon afterward he received a letter of the same character bearing the name of the girl. The breaking off of the ■ntimacy so preyed upon his mind that he became violently deranged. His condition is believed to be hopeless. The funeral of Charles Wamsley, who died last February, has just been held at | Huntertown. Six months ago Wamsley, i train dispatcher of the Southern Pacific Railroad in Texas, waa sandbagged and robbed in Chicago and died from the injuries. His body was W. C. McCurdy and Arthur Dickson, well-known citiaena Of ZioasvilJe, were arrested recently on a Federal grand jury IndMment charged with manufacturing oleomargarine. The case waa called for trial, when it waa found both defendants had enlisted in the army'and gone to the front to fight for their country.