Rensselaer Republican, Volume 22, Number 33, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 17 April 1890 — Page 2

ALLAN QUATERMAIN.

BY H. RIDER HAGGARD.

Chapter XX— Continued. ’•Now, farewell, ” I said. “Send a thousand horsemen with remounts af»r us in an hour, if possible. Stay,dispatch a general to the left wing to take over the command and explain my absence.” ••You will do your best to save her, Quatermain?” he said, in a broken voice“Av, that I will. Go on; you are being left behind.” He cast one glance at us. and accompanied by his staff, galloped off to join the advance, which by this time was fording the little brook that now ran red with the blood of the fallen* As for Umslopogaas and myself, we left that dreadful field as arrows leave a bow, and in a few minutes had passed right out of the sight of slaughter, the smell of blood and the turmoil and shouting, which only came to'our ears as a faint, far-off roaring, like the sound of distant breakers*

CHAPTER XXI. “ away! away! At the top of the rise we halted for a second to breathe our horses; and, turning, glanced at the battle beneath -as, which, illumined as it was, by the fierce rays of the sinking sun staining the whole scene red. looked from where we were more like some wild Titanic picture, than an actual hand-to-hand combat. The distinguishing scenic effect from that distance was the countless distinct flashes of light reflected from the swords and Bpears, otherwise the panorama was not so grand as might have been expected. The great green lap of sward in which the struggle was being fought out, the bold round outline of the hills behind, ind the wide sweep of the plain beyond, seemed to dwarf it; and what was tremendous enough, when one was in it, grew insignificant when viewed from the distance. But is it not thus with all the affairs and doings of our race about which wo blow the loud trumi>et, and make such a fuss and a worry? How utterly ant-like, and morally and physically insignificant, must they seem to the calm eyes that watch them from the arching depths above!

~ “We win the day, Maeumazahn,” said old Umslopogaas, taking in the whole situation with a glance of his practiced eye. “Look, the Lady of the Night’s forces give on every side, there is no stiffness left in them, they bend like hot iron, they are fighting with but half a heart. But alas! the battle will in a manner be drawn, for the darkness gathers, and the regiments will not be able to follow and slay!”—and he shook his head sadly. “But,” he added, “I do not think that that they will fight again, we have fed them with too strong a meat. Ah! it is well to have lived! At last I have seen a fight wortn seeing.” By this time we were on our way again, and as we went side by side I told him what our mission Was, and how that, it it failed, all the lives that had been lost that day would have been lost in vain. “Ahl” he said, “nigh on a hundred miles and no horses but these, and to be there before dawn! Well—away! away! man can but try, Maeumazahn; and mayhap we shall be there in time to split that old ‘witch-finder’s’ [Agon’s] skull for him. Once he wanted to burn us, the old arain-mak-er,’ did he? And now he would set a snare for my mother [Nyleptha], would he? Good! So sure as my name is the \N oodpecker, so surely, he my mother alive or dead, will I split him to the beard. Ay, by T’Chaka's head I swear it!” and he shook Inkosikaas as he galloped. By now the darkness was closing Wj—but fortunately there would be a moon later, and the road was good.

On we sped through the twilight, the two splendid horses we bestrode had got their wind by this, and were sweeping along with a wide steady stride that neither failed nor varied for mile upon mile. Down the sides of slopes we galloped, across wide vales that stretched to the foot of faroff hills. Nearer and nearer grew the blue hills; now we were traveling up their steeps, and now we were oyer and passing toward otUcrs that sprung up like visions in the far faint distance beyond. □On, never pahsing or drawing rein, through the perfect quiet of the night, that was set like a song to the falling music of our horses’s hoofs; on, past deserted villages, where only some forgotten starving dog howled a melancholy welcome{ on, past lonely moated dwellings; on, through the white patchy moonlight, that lay coldly upon the wide bosom of the earth, as though there was no warmth in it, knee to knee, for hour after hour!

We spake not, but bent us forward on the necks of those two glorious horses, and listenod to their deep, ioug-drawn breaths as they filled their groat lungs, and to the regular unfaltering ring of their round hoofs. Grim and black indeed did old Umslopogaas look beside mo, mountod on the great white hosre, like Death in the Revelation of St John, as now and age-uv lifting his fierce set face he gazed out along the road, ( and pointed with his as toward some distant rise or house. □ And so on, till, without break or pause for hour after hour. . At last I began to feel that even the splendid animal that I rode was beginning to give out I looked at my watch; it was nearly midnight and we were considerably more than half way. i n tho top of a rise was a little spring wuich I remembered because I had slept by it 3 few nights before, and here I mentioned to Umslopogaas to pull up, having determined to give the horses and ourselves ten minutes to breathe in. He did so, and we dis- ■

mounted —that Is to say, Umslopogaas did, and then helped me off. for what with fatigue, and the pain of my wound, I could not do so for myself ;and the gallant horses stood panting there, resting first one leg and then another, while the sweat fell drip, drip, from them, and the steam rose and hung in pale clouds in the Still night air. Leaving Umslopogaas to hold the horses, I hobbled to the spring and drank deep of its sweet waters. I had had nothing but a single mouthful of wine since midday, when the battle began, and I was parched up, though my fatigue was too great to allow me to feel hungry. Then, having laved my fevered head and hands, I returned and the Zulu went and drank. Next we allowed the horses to take a couple of mouthfuls each—no more; and oh, what a struggle we had to get the poor beasts away from the water! There were yet two minutes, and I employed it in hobbling up and down to try and relieve my stiffness, and inspecting condition of the horses. My mare, gallant animal though she was, was evidently much distressed; she hung her head, and her eye looked sick and dull: but Daylight, Nyleptha’s glorious horse—who, if he is served aright, should, like the steeds who saved the great Rameses in his need, feed for the rest of his days out of a golden manger—was still, comparatively speaking, fresh, notwithstanding that he had by far the heavier weight to carry. He was “tucked up,” indeed, and his legs were weary, but his

eye was bright and clear, and he held his shapely head up and gazed out into the darkness around him in a way that seemed to say that who ever failed he was good for those five and forty miles that yet law between us and Milosis. ThCn-Uraslopagaas helped me into the saddle and—vigorous old savage that he was!—vaulted into his own without touching stirrup, and we were Oif once more, slowly at first, till the horses got into their stride, and then more swiftly. So we -passed over another ten miles, and then came a long, weary rise of some six or seven miles, and three times did my poor black mare nearly come to the ground with me. But on the top she seemed to gather herself together, and rattled down the slope with long, convulsive strides, breathing in gasps. We did that three or four miles more swiftly than any since we had started on our wild ride, but-I felt it to be a last effort, and I was right. Suddenly my poor horse took 'the bit between her teeth and bolted furiously along a stretch of level ground for some three or four hundred yards, and then, with two or three jerky strides, pulled herself up and fell with a crash right onto her head, I rolling myself free as she did so. As I struggle onto my feet, the brave beast raised her head and looked at me with piteous bloodshot eyes, «and then her head dropped with a groan and she was dead. Her heart was broken.

Lmslopogaas pulled up beside the carcass, and I looked at him in, dismay. There were still more than twenty to do by dawn, and how were we to do it with one. horse? It seemed hopeless, but I had forgotten the old Zulu’s extraordinary running powers. Without a single word he sprung from the saddle and began to hoist me into it. - -----4-^-— 7 “What wilt thou do?” tasked. “Run,” he answered, my stirrup leather. Then off we went again, almost as fast as before; and oh, the relief it was to me to get that change of horses Anybody who has ever ridden against time will know what it meant. Daylight sped along at a long stretching hand-gallop, giving the gaunt Zulu a lift at everys stride. It was a wonderful thing to see old Umslopogaas r-uu mile after mile, his lips slightly parted and his nostrils agape like the horse’s. Every five miles or so we stopped for a few minutes to let him get his breath, and then flew on again. “Canst thou go further,” I said, at the third of these stoppages, “or shall I leave thee to follow me?” He pointed with his ax to a dim mass before us. It was the Temple of the Sun, now not more than five miles away.

“I reach it or I die,” he gasped. Oh, that last five miles! The skin was rubbed from the inside of my legs, and every movement of my horse gave me anguish. Nor was that all. I was exhausted with toil, want of food and sleep, and also suffering very much from the blow I had received in my left side; it seeified as though a piece of bone or something was slowly piercing into my lung. JPoor Daylight, too was pretty nearly finished, and no wonder. But there was a smell of dawn in the air, and we might aot stay; better that all three of us should die upon the road than that we should linger while there was life in us: The

air was thick and heavy, as it sometimes is before the dawn breaks, and—another infallible sign in certain parts of Zu-vendis that sunrise is at hand—hundreds of little spiders pendant on the end of long tough webbs were floating about in it. These early-rising creatures, or rather their webs, caught upon too horso's and our own forms by scores, and, as we had neither the nor tho euergy to brush, thsrav we rushed along covered with hundreds of long gray threads that streamed out a yard or more behind us—and a very strange appearance they must have given us. And now before us are the huge brazen gates of the outer wait of the Frowning City, and a new and horrible doubt strikes me: What if they will not let us in? | •‘Open! Open!” I shout imperiously, at the same time giving the royal password. “Open! open a messenger, a messenger with tidings of the war!” “What news?” cried the guard. “And who art thou that ridest so umdly, and who is that whos*. tongue lolls

out”—and it actually did— -“and who runs by thee like a dog by a chariot?” •Tt is the Lord Macumazahtt, and with him is his dog, his black dog. Open! open! I bring tiding^” The great gates ran back on their rollers, and the drawbridge fell with a rattling crash, and we dashed on through the one and over the other. “What news, my lord, what news?” cried the guard. , ~ “Incubu rolls Sorais back, as the wind a cloud,” f “&hg#'ered, and was gone. ~=C- —— One more effort, gallant horse, and' yet more gallant man! So, fall not now, Daylight, and hold thy life in thee for fifteen short minutes more,. old Zulu war dog, and ye shall both live forever in the annals of the land.

On, clattering through the sleeping streets. We are passing the Flower Temple now—one mile more, only one little mile—hold on, keep your life in ye, see the houses run past of themselves. Up, good horse, up, there, but fifty yards no#. Ah! you see your stables and stagger on gallantly. “Thank God, the palace at last!”, and see, the first arrows of the dawn are striking on the temple’s golden dome. But shall I get in here, or is the deed done and the way barred? Once more I give the password and shout “Open! open!” No answer, and my heart grows very faint. Again I call, and this time a single voice replies, and to my joy I recognize it as belonging to Kara, a fellowofficer of Nyleptha’s guards, a man I know to boas honest as the light--indeed, the same whom Nyleptha had sent to arrest Sorais on the day she fled to the temple. “Is it thou, Kara?” I cry; “I am Macumazahn. Bid tne guard let down the bridge and throw wide the gate. Quick! quick!” Then followed a space that seemed to me endless, but at length the bridge fell and one-half of the gate opened and we got into the court-yard, where at last poor Daylight foil down beneath me, as I thought, dead. I struggled free, and leaning against a post, looked around. Except Kara, there was nobody to be seen, and his garments were all torn. He had opened the gate and let down the bridge alone, and was now getting them up and shut again (as, owing to a very ingenious arrangement of cranks and levers, one man could easily do, and, indeed, generally did do.)

“Where are the guard?” I gasped, fearing his answer as I never feared anything before. “I know not,” he answered; “ two hours ago, as I slept, was I seized and bound by the watch under me, and but now this very moment, have I freed myself with my teeth. I fear, I greatly fear, that we are betrayed,” His words gave mo fresh energy. Catching him by the arm, I staggered, followed by Umslopogaas, who reeled after us like a drunken man, through the court-yards, up the great hall, which was silent as the grave, toward the queen’s sleeping place.

We reached the first anteroom—-no guards; the second, still no guards. Oh, surely the thing was done! we were too late after all, too late! The silence and solitude of those great chambers was dreadful, and weighed me down like an evil dream. On, right into Nyleptha’s chamber we rushed and staggered, sick at heart, fearing the very worst;J we saw there was a light in it, ay, and a figure bearing the light. Oh, thank God, it is the White Queen herself, the queen unharmed! There she stands in her night-gear, roused, by the clatter of our coming, from her bed, the heaviness of sleep yet in her eyes, and a red blush of fear and shame mantling her lovely breast and cheek. “Who is it?” she cries. “What moans this? Oh, Maeumazahn, is it thou? Why lookest thou so wildly? Thou comest as one bearing evil tididgs—and my lord—oh, tell me not my lord is dead—not dead!” she walled, wringing her white hands.

“I left Incubu wounded, but leading the advance against Sorais last night at sundown; therefore let thy heart have rest. Sorais is beaten back all along her lines,and thy arms prevail.” “I knew it!” she cried, in triumph.' “I knew that he would win; and they call him an outlander, and shook their wise heads whon I gave him the command. Last night at sundown, sayest thou? and it is not yet dawn. Surely

“Throw a cloak around thee, Nyleptha,” I broke in, “and give us wine to drink; ay, and call thy maidens quick if thou wouldst save thyself alive. Nay, stay not.” Thus adjured, she ran and called through the curtains toward some room beyond, and then hastily put on her sandals and a thick cloak, by which time a dozen or so half-dressed women were pouring into the room. “Follow us and be silent,” I said to them, as they gazed with wondering eyes, clinging one to another. So we went into the first anteroom.

“Now,” I said, “give us wine to drink and food, if ye have it, for we are near to death.” The room was usod as a mess-room for the officers of the guards, and from a cupboard somo ftagons of wine and some cold flesh were brought forth, and Umslopogaas and I drank, and felt life flow back into our veins as the good red wine went down. “Hark to me, Nyleptha," I said, as I put down the empty tankard. “Hast thou here among these thy waitingladies any-two of discretion?" “Ay,” she said, “Surely.” ••Then bid them go out by the side entrance to any citizens whom thou canst bethink thee of as men loyal to thee, and pray them come armed, with all honest folk that they can gather,, to rescue thee from death. Nay, question not;' do as I say, and quickly. Kara here will let out the maids.” —,•.i -——rj— r—~ —■■■■:.*-.^l ——* —>< - .

Sho turned, and selecting two of the crowd of damsels, repeated the words I had uttered, giving them besides a list of the names of tite men to whom each should run. ‘•Goswiftly and aecretly; go for your lives,” I added. In another moment they had left with Kara, whom I told to rejoin us at the door leading from the great courtyard on to the stairway as soon as he had made fast behind the girls. Thither, too, Umslopogaas and I made our way, followed by the queen and her women. As we went we tore off mouthfuls of food, and between them I told her what I knew of the danger which encompassed her, and how we had found Kara, and how all the guards and men servants were gone, and she was alone with her women in that great place; and she told me, too, that a rumor had spread through the town that our army had been utterly destroyed, and tbat Sorais was marching in triumph on Milosis, and how in consequence thereof all men had fallen away from her. Though all thi3 takes some time to tell, we had not been but six or seven minutes in the palace, and, nothwithstahding that the golden roof of the temple, being very lofty, was ablaze with the rays of the rising sun, it was not yet dawn, nor would be for another ten minutes. We were in the court-yard now, and here my wound pained me so that I had to take Nyleptha’s arm, while Umslopogaas rolled along after us. eating as he went-, Now we were across it, and had reached the narrow door-way through the palace wall that opened on to the mighty stair.

I looked through and stood aghast, as well I might. The door was gone and so were the outer gates of bronze entirely gone. They had been taken from their hinges, and as we afterward found, hurled from the stair way to the ground two hundred feet beneath. There in front of us was the semi-cir-cular standing space, about twice the the size of a large oval dining-table, and the ten cured black marble Btaps leading onto the main stair—and that was all. TO BE CONTINUED.

MATTERS OF LAW.

Recent Decisions of the Indiana Supreme Court. Where the affidavit upon which an information was based was sworn to before a notary public, who failed to attach his seal until after a verdict was returned, the affidavit was bad, and a motion to quash should have been sustained. The attaching of the seal after a motion in arrest of judgment was made, could not relate back so as to cure the error in overruling the motion to quash.

In proceedings supplementary to execution, parties may be brought in by proper pleadings and required to answer in respect to any interest or conflicting claim which they may have, or assert to the indebtedness due the execution defendant, which is sought to be reached. Wherein such proceedings issues of fact are former a jury trial, as in ordinary civil cases, is proper. Where a verdict is rendered before the last day of a term of court, the application for a new trial must be made during that term. It is doubtful whether anjattorney can bind his client by an agreement that the opposite party may apply for a new trial at an ensuing term, unless such agreement is entered on the minutes of the court, or mado ia compliance with section 968, R. S., 1881.

Positions In Church Choirs.

Ladies Home JournalI wish I might say that the one greatest requirement for obtaining ;t position in a city choir, is a voice. But, unfortunately, I cannot. Influence, youth, apretty or intelligent face, taste in dress, and a good address will each and all have their value in this, as in other pursuits and professions. All of the latter, however, are of only the slightest importance in comparison with the power wielded by the first of them—influence. In different cities its powers are differently limited; while, on the one hand, in some it is of almost no value at all, in others it is of equal, and sometimes even of greater importance than the voice itself.

Hia Feeling Were Hurt.

Light. First Tramp—Bill, I’ll never go to that house again. The woman ain’t got no manners whatever. Second Tramp—What did she do? Set the dog on you. First Tramp—Naw; but she gimme a soft biled egg, and when I asked fer a napkin, she said: “Don’t be so pertikler.” She aint no Christian.

Edwin Booth has sent a check for SI,OOO to the Vincent Hospital, at Boston, an institution for the relief of working women and girls, established under the patronage of Trinity church as a memorial of the late , i&m i. W Vmany years »» esteemed and accomplished actress of the Boston Museum company. From the wallet of a murderer, robber and burglar recently captured in New Yor U was taken a slip of paper on which w.is written: “Keep good company or none.” “Honesty is the best policy.” “Drink leads to ruin.” “Honor thy father and thy mother." “Civility coals nothing.” “Do not mock at sacrod things.” The use of nitro-glyceriue in cases oi emergency instead of alcohol is recommended by an English physician. A drop on the tongue rouses a fainting man, and it may restore life in the case of apparent death, as from drowning. It baa quickljf .relieved head uc he, heart pains ant asthma and strengthened weak pulse ll fevers.

STYLES IN PARASOLS.

PLENTY OF GORGEOUS DESIGNS AND SOME VERY PRETTY ONES. All Kinds of Combinations of Materials and KV&rjr Knows Color Used to Pleas* i tho Fair Bax.— —— —t- —y r— ’ Although the winter months are not yet at an end the display of parasols and sun-umbrellas At the establishments where a specialty is made bf them is suegestive of the days when blazing skies and heat will prevail. Never before have such artistic and novel designs in these manufactures been evolved, nor a more comprehensive assortment been seen. ——— —

Every possible combination of materials of every known color is to be found, especial prominence being given to the use of point d’esprit, crepe lisse, mousseline de soie, and the daintiest of laced and nets. These materials are puffed, gathered, and made into ruffles and jabots, with which to cover a plain foundation of silk or satin, and the parasols so decorated are styled “Maries.” The first illustration shows one made of pale gray crepe lisse over satin of the same color. The lisse is gathered very full under the flat knob at the top of the stick and again at the edge of the parasol, from which point it hangs in a softruffle about one and one-lialf inches deep. A large bow and ends of striped satin ribbon finishes the top, and a silken cord and tassel decorates the handle.

The parasol shown in the second cut is of black and while point d’esprit over white silk. The net, which is only slightly gathered at the top, is arranged in a full puff with a narrow beading on the lower half of the parasol, and the edge is finished with a deep fall of lace to match. The knob and handle are ol natural “acacia” wood. The prevailing shape m this style—in fact, in nearly all the designs—is the “Dome,” which is much more bowed than were those used last season. Another style, a compromise between the “Marie” and those whose cover is •tretebed perfectly plain over the frame, is shown in the sketch above. This parasol is of black figured net and dark red surah. The net is gathered into s full double rosette in the center, and is then divided and drawn over each rib in a full puff. Loops and flowing ends double-faced black aqd red ribbon corn-

plete the top; the inside of the parasol is lined with red silk; the handle is of “wachsel” wood, beuutifuily carved. Frequently in this design the space between the puffs is covered with openwork embroidery or lace. For ordinary wear no style will find greater favor than that made of planted surah or silk, for in these parasols every combination of colors can be found in plaids of every degree of size*. The one illustrated has twelve ribs, and the shape is less deep than those found in other makes. The ribbon bow matches the plaid, and the handle is of buffah--born. A variation of this style has fourteen ribs, and resembles in shape a fiat Japanese umbrella.

A distinctive feature of this season’s designs is the introduction of horizontal trimmings of Vandyked lace, either qs an applique or an insertion on a silked satin foundation. Contrasting colors are usually employed, although in some cases the rarest of point and duebesse laces trim gros-graln silk or satin of the same cream tint. The ifth model shows a parasol mads of electric bias st]k,

trimmed with white laee in Vandyke pointe, used as an applique. The handle is of bamboo, the ribs are finished

on witb cubical-shaped Ivory tips, and on the inside are covered with silk the color of that outside. This idea is an innovation, which adds much to the appearance of a parasol. The illustrations given are but a few of the many novelties to be found in the market. There are “Maries*’ which are literally covered with dainty frills ol mousseline de sole or gauze, aud others where sections composed of loops of ribbons alternate with cascades of filmy lace. Surah parasols in plain colors are edged with puffs of variegated silk; brightly colored horizontal and perpendicular stripes trim covers of a dark hue, and' gorgeously tinted brocaded satins are also utilized in these manufactures Sun umbrellas, which on occasion can also be used for rain, have handle! which ore decorated with very naturali looking fruit and nuts, such as cherries, lady apples, grapes, walnuts, and hazel nuts. The formation of the handle! show a decided modification in size, smsllknobs,balls, rnrd jagged crooki apparently being the most in use, and in the materials emploved the Dreference is given to the natural woods. In some instances two or more kinds of wood are combined to form a latticework handle; others are beautifully carved, or oftener still made of the unpolished wood without decoration. The same moderation is observed in the ferrule or stick, which is * neither long nor short, but a compromise between the two.

Toys of the Olden Time.

A thoughtful-looking little gentleman sat in the Girard House, of Philadelpliia, one evening watching th«_ people pass in and out and listening te snatches of conversation which wer* wafted to his ears. He sat alone in s corner, smoking a pipe with a long slender stem. His black coat wa» ornamented with braid, and his grej hair was topped by a black skull cap. The gentleman is Ahguste Blare, ol Paris, an inventor of mechanical toys. He has spent his life in this work, and each year brings him additional interest in it. Mr. Blare has a marvelous fund of anecdote, especially aboul the wonders of automata, and takei great pleasure in talking about th« latter. “Puppets and marionette were patronized,” he said, “both by the Greek* and the Romans, and automata, which are the inventions now principally dealt in, also go back to a remote period. Vulcan's tripod on wheels has the authority of Homer; Daedalus made moving statues; Arehytas of Threntum, in 400 B. C.. invented a wooden pigeon that could fly in the air. In the sixteenth century Regiomantamons made an iron fly which moved through the atmosphere, and afterward an automatic eagle, which on the arrival of the Emperor Maximilian at Nuremburg, flew forth to meet him. “But one of the most wonderful oi such inventions of which we have record was a group of automata constructed by Philip Canluz for Louie * XIV. This consisted of a coach and four horses that started off at the crack of a whip, the horses prancing, trotting and galloping in turn. It ran along until it got in front of the King, when it stopped. Then a toy footman descended, and opening the carriage door, handed out a lady ‘with born grace,’ as the records tell U 3. The lady made a courtesy, presented a petition to the Emperor, re-entered her carriage and was driven rapidly away. Such is the description of the most wonderful automaton,” concluded Mr. Blare. “I never saw the toy itself, ol course, but the description just given to you tallies almost word for word with an authentic record. I memorized the latter at one time, so marvelous did it seem to me.”

“Aunt Nina’s” Appeal.

“Zel>" Vance was holding forth in one of the cloak-rooms of the senate the other day on the evils of intemperance, writes a Washington correspondent of the N. Y. Tribune. I don’t know whether he intended to “point a moral and adorn a tale,” or whether he exEected that the seed, in the company e was in. should fall on fruitful ground. Whatever hi 3 motive in telling the following little story, I omit for obvious reasons of delicacy, all mention of names. Said the genial senator from North Carolina. “There was a camp-meeting held last year in the immediate neighborhood of my home in Charlotte. Among the many colored people" present was ‘Aunt Nina,’ who was noted for the length and breadth of her prayers, in which she never failed to make mention of her old master, who was much given to drink. On this particular occasion, after having disposed of all the rest of creation, she became more than usually fervent in her appeal in hi 3 behalf, requesting as a ‘special favor that he be saved from a drunkard’s grave at least, and accompanied the request with this irresistible appeal: ‘“O Lord how would it look! him in hell, with his bald head, and drunk at that?”

A Haunted House.

A curious story comes from St Petersburg. A well-known Polish princess recently took a 7 house in tbs capital. T*o her disgust she found it haunted. A religious service was held Hnc\ the demons exorcised. But after a few days they returned with re-en-forcements. The result is that in order to live in the house at all the princess hqs to hold an exorcist religious service every three days. Twenty-one deceased persons have btzin cremated at Rosedale, near Los ACgsles, Cal The last one only a law days ago.