Rensselaer Journal, Volume 11, Number 24, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 21 November 1901 — Page 7

The IDOL of the DAY

The snow upon the hillside lay, And thatched the cottage root, The web ot vines by the Pilgrim’s door Was filled with icy woof. The boughs were leafless on the trees. Across the barren plain The north wind swept despairingly And moaned like one in pain. <lt whimpered like some hungry child That clasps Its parent’s hand And pleads for bread when there is none In all the dreary land.) Above the little Plymouth town, Circling with empty maw, Mocking their hunger, flew the brow, Shrieking his "haw, haw, haw.’’ Patience, a blue-eyed maiden. (Her eyes with tears were dim). Prom hunger feeble, trembling knelt And raised her voice to Him. "Dear Dod,” she said in pleading tones. Tender, plaintive and sweet, "We’s almost ’tarved, an’ won't ’oo please Send down some sings to eat?” Then all day long her watchful eyes * Gazed down the village street. Not doubting but she soon would see Some one with "lings to eat.” And, lo! before the sun had set, With wild fowl laden down. Pour hunters from the forest drear Came marching Into town. And (as in answer to the prayer). To add te all the cheer, And banish famine from the place. Came Indians with deer. The joyous villagers rushed out The ladened ones to meet. But Patience knelt and said: "Hanks, Dod, For sendin* sings to eat.’’

“HE SHALL DIRECT THY PATH”

A Story.

"Trust in the Lord with all thy heart • * • He shall direct thy path.” Old Martha Brent, murmuring snatches of her day’s verses, little realized that a chal.enge to her faiih was close at hand. She was dusting some books on a shelf in her sitting ror.m, and just then she accidentally knocked one of them to the floor. The books had belonged to Martha’s 5-C ' .a

ACCIDENTALLY KNOCKED ONE TO THE FLOOR.

husband. She dusted them dally, but she never had opened them since his death, ten years before. Above the book shelf hung a bronze medal her husband had won for bravery In battle. Stooping to get the fallen book, Martha also picked up a paper that had tumbled out of it. It was a deed conferring a small piece of property below the town to one Frederick Willis. “Well, now, to think; I never knew James deeded that away!” thought Martha. She had Just laid the paper aside, when the door burst open and a little boy came flying in. "Granny!” he whispered, hurriedly, "you won’t let him take me from you will you?” “Why, Jacky!” said Martha. The hoy’s beautiful, flushed face waß upturned to hers full of eager entreaty. "Promise, you won’t. Granny!” "No. no, Jacky.” she said, patting his head; “you never shall leave Granny unwillingly.” , "Horning, Martha,” said a large,

rather determined-looking man, appearing in the doorway. He was Stephen Butts, a relative of the man who had married Martha’s only daughter, who, with her husband, now was dead. He presently stated the object of his visit. He had come to town from his ranch, wishing to take Jacky back with him. He and his wife would be glad to adopt the boy, he said. "No, Butts,” Martha replied, with a touch of asperity, "I shouldn’t feel a bit relieved to be rid of Jacky.” "And I must stay to take care of Granny,” chimed in the child, slipping his firm, pink hand into the wrinkled, brown one. Butts argued the matter awhile. He wanted the boy. Finally he went away, saying that he would not accept Martha’s decision as final. He would be in town again for Thanksgiving. * * * That afternoon Martha went to the office of her lawyer, Mr. Crell. Mr. Crell greeted her cordially. "I’m glad you called in today, Mrs. Brent,” he said, giving her a chair. “I wanted to see you.” “No good news!” he said. “I’ve heard from Mr. Ford, but I’m sorry to be obliged to tell you that he writes he does not see much use of continuing your pension ease. He cannot discover any one who knew Sergeant William Clay n James Brent” James Brent had retaken his true name when he got his discharge from the army three years before his death, and came to live in this western town, and now it seemed impossible to prove that he and Sergeant Clay were the same man. His widow mortgaged the home to lawyer Ford, the pension attorney, who seeing no chance of winning the case demanded payment of the mortgage. Crell told ot Ford’s demands. Martha started. She grew very white. She had a poor head for business matters, and she had not fully realized, when she mortgaged her property to meet the expenses of employing the Washington lawyer, that she must lose it if she did not get her pension. In the latter event the ten years’ arrears due her would easily have paid up the mortgage. “I hope we may be ab’e to save the place some way,” said Mr. Crell, observing her distress. "How about selling that land on the river?” "Oh, sir, I cannot sell that; it—”

Martha, half extending the deed from under her shawl, drew it sharply back Into hiding. A fierce flood of terror set every nerve in her old body trembling. “What did you say, sir?” she asked, weakly. Mr. Crell explained that it would be wise to sell the land. “I’m sure your husband would approve,” he said. Martha rose from her chair abruptly. “Yes, I believe James would want me to sell it,” she declared; “he’d want anything rather than Jacky and I’d be without a home!” She went away quickly. Martha did not work well that afternoon. Here mind was distracted. She kept slipping her hand Into her pocket to feel the deed. It’s possession confused her actions. Unable to stand the strain any longer she started to Crell’s office to tell the story. But on the way she met Jacky returning from school. “Come, you’re tired. Let’s hurry home,” said Jacky. “Why, that’s not the way home. Granny! You’re starting uptown. See, it’s well I came to fetch you. Take my shoulder; I’m pretty big now.” Martha’s determination wilted weakly away. She went home with her boy. It was not until they were seated at supper that her sense of right put in a claim again. “I’ve taken the second wrong step, and I've got to stop here!” She pulled herself up. She knew that if the worst came to the worst she might go to the poorhouse, and tried to pursuade him to go to Butts’. Jacky’s face clouded; he flung himself back in his chair. • “Now, Granny,” he cried, with tears, “you’re talking as though you wanted me to go and you said you didn’t; you promised that I might always stay with you.” Martha’s face fell from the wheedling expression it had assumed. She gave up the effort to persuade thechild to wish to leave her as beyond her strength. She rose abruptly after a few minutes and walked to the stove. She lifted a lid and snatched the deed from her pocket. “Why, what are you doing now?” Jacky asked, surprised at the nervous Intensity of her actions.

Martha stopped herself shortly at his question. "I was going to burn this paper, but maybe I’d better not,” she muttered. She sat down again, quite spent from the day’s perplexities. She did not coherently plan what sne should do. She let matters drift for the next few days. Then one morning Mr. Crell came to her house with a notary and a deed all drawn up for her to sign. He gave her the deed to sign. She trembled and before she could write her name the pen fell to the floor. She would not pick it up. “1 won’t sell the land,” she said. "Let this place go if it Will, and Jacky and I are going to live on the shack on the river land.” Nothing the perplexed lawyer could say would alter this decision, and at last he took the notary away. However, sincerely desirous of saving the old woman from the consequences of what seemed a strange vagary, Mr. Crell came to her another day, saying that he had arranged by telegraph to postpone the time of paying the mortgage. But Martha Stubbornly refused to alter her plans. She put a little furniture into the two-roomed log shack on the river property, and moved there with Jacky. “There won’t be any crime In just borrowing the land while I live,” she told herself. One evening, when they had been in the shack some weeks, as he sat studying the depressed lines that had come into her face, an idea occurred to Jacky. “Granny,” he broke out, “the reason we’re not very cheerful here is Just because we haven’t enough honor* ableness.” Then, as Martha caught her breath, she glanced at him sharply. “We ought to have grandfather’s medal hanging up as it was at the cottage,” he explained. “You see, Granny, we’re always so proud and happy when we look at it and remember what a brave soldier he was. It makes us wish to be all honorable and right ourselves. Why Granny!” Martha had suddenly dropped her face in her hands, and was swaying her poor old body to and fro. “Jacky! Jacky!” she cried out, “Go get the medal, quickly!” He flew for it, quite distracted at the remarkable effect of his words. He had merely repeated things she had often said to him. Martha had controlled her agitation when he came back to her side after a few minutes. She was sitting up very straight and calm, and there was a brightness in her eyes, as if the spirit behind them was working strongly. . Her iqouth had dropped from the set look it had recently worn. It trembled slightly. “Jacky,” she said, “stand before me, my man. Jacky, you say that thinking of grandfather ought to make- us brave and honorable. Do you mean U?” “Oh, yes. Granny.” “And if he was ready to do his duty in his way, we must do ours in our way as bravely?” "Ye-es, Granny." “Then, Jacky, we shall. I’ll do mine and you’ll do yours, little lad, even though it’s the hardest trial that could come for us to be parted.” * * • The next morning Martha carried the deed to Mr. Crell and told him the story of how she had found It and of her resolve to restore the land to Willis. “Oh, Mrs. Brent!” he exclaimed when he was through reading it, springing up to grasp her hand. “How glad we are you brought me this at last! You say you were not able to read all of it? Well, Frederick Willis

"HOW GLAD WE ARE.”

was a soldier serving with your husband, and the land is left him in gratitude for once saving Brent’s life. It is mentioned here that Brent served under the assumed name of Clay. Now all to do is to find Willis, and through him prove Brent’s Identity, and we shall get your pension!" * • • Thanksgiving Hay, when Stephen Butts drove in from his ranch, Martha was back in her cottage. He looked at her pleasantly as she opened the door for him. “I haven’t come to urge you to let its have the boy, Martha,” he said kindly. "Jenny said I shouldn’t, since you’re so set by each other.” He had his wagon loaded with pumpkins and butter and eggs and otner good things produced on his ranch. He stored them away in Martha’s chair. ‘"He shall direct thy paths,” she murmured, with new fervor.

The First Thanksgiving

NCIDENTALL Y,” remarked the man with a basket on his arm as he came into the presence of the editor, “I might mention the fact that if you want the finest and fattest turkey for your Thanksgiving dinner, my store is the place to get

it, but that is not what I am here. for. I came In to bring you an item of interest. You may not know, notwithstanding an editor knows more than anybody else on earth, that the first proclamation of Thanksgiving Day that is to be found In printed form is the one issued by Francis Bernard, Captain-Qeneral and Governor-in-Chlef In and over his Majesty’s province of the Massachusetts Bay in New England, and Vice-Admiral of the same in 17t>7.” The editor admitted that it had not occurred to him previously. “I’m glad I’m giving you something new,” continued the turkey man, “and now let me read it to you, so you may compare It with the modern style. It is headed ‘A Proclamation for a Public Thanksgiving:’ “ ‘As ine business of the year is now drawing toward a conclusion, we are reminded, according to the laudable usage of the Providence, to Join together in a grateful acknowledgment of the manifold mercies of the Divine Providence conferred upon Us in the passing Year: Wherefore, I have thought fit to appoint, and I do, with tne advice of his Majesty’s Council, ap-

“INCIDENTALLY,” SAID THE MAN.

point Thursday, the Third Day of December next, to be a day of public Thanksgiving, that we may thereupon with one Heart and Voice return our most Humble Thanks to Almighty God for the gracious Dispensations of His Providence since the last religious Anniversary of this kind, and especially so He has been pleased to preserve and maintain our most gracious Sovereign, King George, in Health and Wealth, in Peace and Honor, and to extend the Blessings of his Government to the remotest part of his Dominions; that He hath been pleased to bless and preserve our gracious Queen Charlotte, their Royal Highnesses the Prince of Wales, the Princess Dowager of Wales, and all the Royal family, and by the frequent Increase of the Royal Issue to assure us the Continuation of the filessings which we derive from that Illustrious House; that He hath been pleased to prosper the whole British Empire by the Preservation of Peace, the Encrease of Trade, and the opening of new Sources of National Wealth; and now particularly that He hath been pleased to favor the people of this Province with healthy and kindly Seasons, and to bless the Labour of their Hands with a Sufficiency of the Produce of the Earth and of the Sea. “ ‘And I do exhort all Ministers of the Gospel with their several Congregations, within this Province, that they assemble on the said Day in a Solemn manner to return their most humble thanks to Almighty God for these and all other of Her Mercies 'vouchsafed unto us, and to beseech Him notwithstanding our unworthiness, to continue His gracious Providence over us. And I command and enjoin all Magistrates and Civil Officers to see that the said Day be observed as a Day set apart for religious worship, and that no servile Labour be performed thereon. “ ‘Given at the Council Chamber in Boston the Fourth Day of November, 1767, in the Eightn Year of the Reign of our Sovereign Lord George the Third, by the Grace of God, of Great Britain, France, and Ireland, King, Defender of the Faith, &c. “Fra Bernard. “ 'By His Excellency’s Command. “ ‘A. Oliver, Sec’ry. “ ‘God Save the King,’ "Remember what I told you about the place for Thanksgiving turkeys," said the turkrey man, laying the paper on the desk and walking out —New York Sun.

Happiness has less use for comfort than indolence has. I Satire is the salt of wit rubbed on a sore spot. Love and a sliver dollar are tested by the ring.

ROOSEVELT'S WINTER HUNT.

Ih« I'resident Tells of t Jaunt k the Bock; Mountains. In midwinter bunting on norseback in the Rockleß is apt to be cold work, but we wrfe too warmly clad to mind the weather, says Theodore Roosevelt In Scribner’s. We wore heavy flannels, Jackets lined with sheepskin, caps which drew down entirely over our ears and on our feet heavy ordinary socks, German socks and overshoes. Galloping'through the brush and among the spikes of the dead cedars meant that now and then one got snagged. I found tough overalls better than trousers; and most of the time I did not need the jacket, wearing my old buckskin shirt, which Is to my mind a particularly useful and comfortable garment. It is a high, dry country, where the winters are usually very cold, but the snow not under ordinary circumstances very deep. It is wild and broken In character, the hills and low mountains rising in sheer slopes, broken by cliffs and riven by deeply cut and gloomy gorges and ravines. The sagebush grows everywhere upon the flats and hillsides. Large open groves of plnyon and cedar are scattered over the peaks, ridges and tablelands. Tall spruces cluster in the cold ravines. Cottonwoods grow along the stream courses, and there are occasional patches of scrub oak and quaking asp. The entire country is taken up with cattle ranges wherever it is possible to get a sufficient water supply, natural or artificial. Some thirty miles to the east and north the mountains rise higher, the evergreen forest becomes continuous, the snow lies deep all through the winter, and such northern animals as the wolverine, luclvee and snowshoe rabbit are found. This high country is the summer home of the Colorado elk, which are now rapidly becoming extinct, and of the Colorado black-tail deer, which are still very plentiful, but which, unless better protected, will follow the elk In the next decade or so. In winter both elk and deer come down to the lower country, through a part of which I made my hunting trip.”

HOW MONARCH’S SLEEP.

Soma Are Troubled with latomolai Others Enjoy Their Repose. There is, after all, but little difference between him who wears a crown and ordinary human beings when it comes to the matter of sleeping and eating, and drinking. Emperor William is a soldier even when lie goes to bed, for he sleeps on a regulation camp bed, such as his officers use. The bed clothing is of the rough regimental pattern. He retires at 11 p. m. and Is up and dressed soon after 5 a. m. Queen Victoria went to bed quite late, although she was a comparatively early riser. Year in and year out her average time of going to bed was 10:16. A lady in waiting was deputed to read her to sleep. The czar of Russia has the greatest difficulty in getting a good night’s rest, and yet he is what old-fashioned people call “a lover of the bed.” He dreads the night. His bedroom is always brilliantly lighted, like a reception-room. He o'ien suffers from acute insomnia and makes a frequent use of chloral. Queen Wilbelmlna goes to bed about 11 o’clock and gets up early. On rising she takes a stroll around the park and visits the stables. Her bedstead is of monumental size, being broad enough for six and proportionately deep. Leopold 111, thq king of the Belgians, goes late to bed. He spends half the night working and reading. In strong contrast to his neighboring sovereign, he uses an ordinary bedstead, without any other luxury than a quilt of swandown. He is a very chilly mortal. The king of Italy cannot sleep except upon a very hard bed. He dispenses with the use of pillows. Ho uses Bheets of the very coarsest web and sleeps like a top.

Undertaker's Torn to Laugh.

“We don’t often have funny experiences in our business,” said a wellknown undertaker yesterday, “but when I first went into it I was the victim of a practical joke that I succeeded in turning my way. I was approached one morning by an acquaintance. He was apparently greatly worried and asked me to go to his house, saying my services were needed. I went almost immediately and was surprised to find the man out His wife met me, however, and escorted me to a rear room. Then she retreated, probably to laugh, while I made a close examination and found a small foxterrier lying dead on a chair. ‘You want the dog buried?’ I asked, and was told yes. That was all the conversation we had at the time, but it was sufficient to constitute an order. I left, only to return an hour later with a small casket, made from a soap box. I drove my largest wagon, made all tbe display possible, and created no little excitement among the neighbors. I got the dog’s body, drove off, and had it burled on an annex garbage dump. Then my fun began. I sent a bill for $lO the next day. The man came down in a rage, tried to explain that it was only a joke, but it wouldn’t go with me. ‘This is only a little fun on my part,’ I told him, and when he refused to pay I entered suit before a certain magistrate and recovered the bill and costs. Then I laughed and enjoyed It"—Baltimore Bun. Our grand business is not to see what lies dimly at a distance, but to do what lies clearly at hand. —Thomas Carlyle. '™ " • There is light enough for those whose sincere wish Is to see, and dans* ness enough to confound those of aa opposite disposition.—Ptusl.

Indiana State News.

Tho dead body of Miss Bessie Decker, aged 21, was found in the orchard in the rear of her mother’s home at an early hour Sunday morning. There were no marks of violence, and the cause of the girl’s death is a mystery. Miss Decker was the daughter of a respectable German family and bore an excellent reputation. She kept company with no one, as far as her family knew. The Decker home is in the edge of the woods northeast of Hartford City. Miss Decker was at home last evening, and when the family retired she was seated at the organ singing sacred songs. They did not know that she intended to leave the house nor when she went out. Sunday morning the family arose at the usual hour, the girl remaining, as supposed at the time, in her room. Her brother started for his day’s work and found her body In the orchard. The dead girl was neatly dressed and over her head wore a white fascinator. It was then discovered that the girl’s bed had not been occupied. In her room was found nothing to indicate that she contemplated self-destruction. 01 Klinger, a farmer near Wlnamac, Is a disciple of John Alexander Dowie, and acting on the advice of Mr. Dowie, has just sacrificed his winter Biipply of pork that he may recover from consumption. Klinger has been ill for some time, and went to Chicago to consult Dowie, who gave him to understand that he could be cured if he would kill all the hogs on his place and bury them. Klinger tried to get the neighbors to kill and bury the animals, but they refused, as the Klinger family is in straitened circumstances and needed the hogs. They offered to kill the porkers if Klinger would pack the meat, but he refused. Mrs. Klinger then hunted up William Whitaker a prophet of Zion, living near Star City, walking the entire distance, and besought him to All the Dowie prescription. Whittaker came to the Klinger home, prayed with the sick man, and then went out and killed and burled the hogs. Klinger’s health is not improved. Latest Investigations Into the strange cases of Mrß. Rainer and Lena Renner, who were murdered at Evansville, apparently by the same man, only serve to Bhow that the circumstances of each death were all but identical. It is worthy of comment that a murder occurred at Evansville last May and which was very similar is marked by the fact that the body was laid within a few feet of the place where Miss Renner was found dead. The idea that the murder was committed by one of the Inmates of the lunatic asylum near by is disposed of by the fact that it has been proved that at the hour when the crimes were committed none of the inmates was out of the building. Miss Floy Gilmore, formerly of Elwood, opened a law office in Manila. The Wooley coal mines, at Petersburg, Idle for a long time, are again running full-handed. Mr. and Mrs. Ratio Smalley of Cambridge City have celebrated their golden wedding day. Congressman George W. Steele of Marion states that the government has taken Up the case of Lemon Porter, who is aboard a British ship, bound for Cape Town, South Africa, where the British will compel the lad to take up arms against the Boers. Major Steele says that the United States consul at Cape Town will take charge ot him as soon as the ship arrives there. Major Steele says the state department is of the opinion that the forced enlistment part of the story is without foundation. Mrs. Sol Hoover of Kokomo was recently stricken with parulysis, and then her sister, Mrs. Fred Hoover, died of internal tumor. Sol Hoover has just died of a peculiar malady, large kernels appearing over his body. Benjamin Tucker, a brother-in-law, is fatally ill of cancer. The family is wealthy and well known. A new swindle was worked in Frank fort, and the man who taught the people that there was something new under the sun got away with his pockets bulging with silver. A number of his victims are searching for him. The graft was advertised as an auction sale of uncalled-for express packages. The man who boosted the scheme claimed to represent the Western Express Company r of Missouri. At the appointed time the buyers were given the packages represented by numbers previously bought, and then a howl went up. They saw how they had been swindled. The grafter had wrapped up old rags, cast-off hats, wornout shoes or anything that would make a bundle. A midget was born to Mr. and Mrs. Ed Seldling of Tipton county. The midget is perfectly formed and weighs but 9 ounces. A ring worn by the mother was easily slipped over the foot nearly to the knee. The physicians report that the little boy will live. The parents are of German descent. The father weighs 185 pounds and the mother 160. Miss Nina Savage, the honor graduate of the Covington high school, class 1901, is dead of consumption. She was the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Robert Savage, and during her entire time in school she was neither absent nor tardy. Dr. T. L. Hickman of Fort Wayne, who sold a $6 claim against John B. Burns, a Nickel Plate railway employe, has been fined S2O and costs by a ’squire for selling a claim outside the state. The claim buyers will appeal to the higher courts in order to test the law.

Michael Johnson, one of the wealthiest farmers in Lake county, was tortured, beaten, and robbed by masked men. Johnson’s home is in an isolated place about a mile from the village of Highlands and about six miles from this city. Because of his age he has retired from active farm work, but from choice he remains on his farm. With him live his aged wife and a servant girl. The crooks were rewarded by finding a roll of money amounting to $l7B. Kenyon college, at La Porte, has been made richer by an addition of SIOO,OOO to its endowment, fund and a gift of $60,000 for a new dormitory. The announcement was made at the -Episcopal diocesan convention at La Porte by Rt. Rev. John H. White. B. A. Palmer, a retired banker of New York, has made a gift of $20,000 to Union Christian college at Merom. Colonel George W. Trigg, aged 53 years, died at Richmond, after a lingering illness. Colonel Trigg was formerly president of the Missouri Press association, had been prominent in Missouri politics and was a temperance advocate. Joseph Keith, tho Warrick county farmer who sent Nora Kifer to an untimely grave, was hanged shortly after midnight Friday morning within the walls of the northern Indiana prison. Thursday his' last hope perished at 2 o'clock when a message was received by Warden Reid from Governor Durbin. stating that he had denied the application for u change of sentence. Keith manifested little feeling when the message was read to him. He had steeled himself for an unfavorable decision. He spent his last hours on earth praying and Binging. The Indiana law requires that hangings must take place between midnight and sunrise, and at 12:10 o’clock Friday morning Keith, preceded by Warden Reid, Deputy Warden Bernard, the prison physicians, spiritual advisers and prisoner guards, walked upon the gallows, which had been erected thirty feet from his cell. The trap was sprung by either Warden Reid or Deputy Bernard, both of whom wero in concealment, and Keith fell eight feet to hia death. Before going to the gallows Keith confessed his crime. He said that Nora Kifer annoyed him much, and fearing her much, he put the girl out of the way for the suke of his wife. Simon Deeds, tv farmer, procured a lliense at South Bend to wed Birdie Gladys Hettel, whom he claimed to be of marriageable age. Tho ceremony was performed in La Porte county. When the bride’s father learned what had taken place, he secured a warrant for Deeds' arrest on a charge of perjury, claiming the girl was but 14 years old. Deeds, who is 62 years old, la now under arrest. Gov. Durbin returned to Indianapolis from a three days’ quail bunt In Jennings county and found awaiting him the letter from Oov. Beckham of Kentucky, criticising him for refusing the Taylor extradition. He had seen references to the letter in the papers, but did not see the text until after hia return. He read it very carefully, and then perused some parts of it a second time. When asked if he had anything to say in reply to the Kentucky’s executive strictures he shook his head. He was then asked if he would reply to the letter, and said: “No, I shall not. The incident, so far as lam concerned, is closed forever. As far as the letter of Gov. Beckham itself is concerned the more people who read it the bettor satisfied 1 will be.” A number of puddlers have quit their jobs at the South rolling mill, says a report from Terre Haute, to work at the new Highland Iron and Steel company’s plant. The equipment of this mill is Bald by ironworkers to be the most modern of any mill in the country. The men want to work there especially because the mill is expected to be operated year in and year out without regard to market prices. The fntll is to be independent and will not be subject to the manipulations of trust influences. Most of the backing for the plant, which cost several hundred thousand dollars, came from the Simmons Hardware company, which will use the Ic.rgcr part of the product. The hardware company did not like the variable conditions that followed the transfer of rolling mills to the Republic Iren and Steel company, and with some of the men who had been managers for trust mills organized the Highland company. Colonel R. m. Johnson, a prominent lawyer and Democrat, died in Goshen of heart failure. He served through the civil war as colonel of the One Hundredth Indiana regiment. He was appointed clerk of the United States court of New Mexico in 1886 and served four years. During an altercation several months ago between William Schafer and Charles Sboaf, the latter was struck on the lower Jaw, the Injury developing inflammation and causing the loss of all the teeth. Shoaf sued for $5,000 damages and the trial is now progressing in the Circuit Court at Petersburg. Madison Lodge, No. 366, Rebekali degree, at Madison has surrendered its charter. It was organized ten years ago. A great gas well has been struck on the 8. S. Carroll farm, near Hartford City, by the Union Oil Company. Alfred Medlock, while driving into J. 8. Bunger’s barn at Spencer, knocked a beam from place and his skull was crushed. Will Kelvie, superintendent, and John MoCourtney, foreman, were severely burned by an explosion in thn gas regulator house at Kokomo.