Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 20, Number 81, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 16 June 1899 — Page 6

HIDDEN TERRORS

I? CHAPTER IX —(Continued.) ■Many minutes slipped by before he summed courage to peruse the other letters the small box. All were signed “A. k JFilton," and all bore marks of being forfeelgn letters sent to someone across the * «ea. One passage particularly struck F*‘l inclose the draft of agreement pro- | posed. There is no time to lose; you F know how reckless he is. But there is one |l comfort; we are all in the same boat!” | “Is this the agreement spoken of ?” K thought Dick, unfolding a thicker sheet of E,paper, on which several items were jotted “Consents to settle in Oregon. Would I[like the climate. Would accept four thoui | wand pounds more. Has evidently no idea i t ms the real value of the property, or would il <4emand forty thousand. Is intent on IE Amassing capital, and intends to do so by •exporting horses. Is impatient to start, : «nd wants the money by the 25th of 'March. Demands a good gold English (E hnade chronometer, and a case of brandy 11 In addition. We are to be unmolested if Iwe comply with the above, which I have K cough ly thrown into an agreement. On i f his part he declares that he shall consider I that he has received full payment for all [ t cervices on pocketing this additional sum. || For heaven’s sake come, and get it over!” j I Startled as Dick was on scanning these fr- tines, he was yet more so on unfolding a K;>age which contained the names of him|K*Hf and of his sisters, with the dates of F their birth and of his own. His mother's 11 Christian name, “Theodora Ulvina Caroll Mne,” was added, followed by the date of 11 her weddipg with his father, “Richard It James Charlford.” Underneath was traccd, in strangely familiar characters: | £; “There must be no mistake about these.” | ' > But who would make a mistake conI, cerning such well-known facts? Not his 11?.father certainly—not his uncle, who had || lived in close intimacy with his brother all || his life. | | Rising at length in a sort of desperation K from his task, Dick replaced the papers, iKatore bewildered than ever, and with an || added sense of the certainty that there ■jpAras something disgraceful concealed—■Opomething which could not be shown to the IE World —connected with his family. K- CHAPTER X. I I The day of the fete bad dawned, and nothing outwardly had occurred of VK* particular nature to mark the flight of Bl the intervening time, yet a very great KrAeal had passed in those inner regions of ty the soul which form in truth the real life. Ki Dick had become more and more con»Winced that a dark mystery would some Rtday or other disclose itself; and it was the IE came with Mab, though she struggled ■Arainst the conviction, though Dick had ■Avoided going into details concerning the H contents of the box, and though her Bhpouthful heart was thrilling with that ra-K-Jiant dream of joy which comes with a ® ffirst and a pure affection. ■ t “Father will come back prepared to |B«nake Dick and me feel our iniquity,” Mabel, as she seated herself in the ■ barouche. “But no matter! I shall see ■ Neville Wynmore once again—l shall Blbave sweet recollections of the Manor. ■'There are some things which can never r be taken away from us!” ■ EI That day always seemed like a dream to | 4er. Midnight had sounded before the Efete was over. ■ f Mabel stood on the terrace, thinking ■ that she would soon now have said goodI by to Lord Wynmore. ■ ; “I have had what I wished so much! I ■ Ought now to be content —more than conB tent,” she said, within herself; but yet she Übfelt very sad. ■ ■"“Miss Charlford, I have been looking for K you everywhere!” said Lord Wynmore’s B voice at her elbow. “Won’t you take one l l turn with me in the grounds?” ■ Mabel's heart throbbed with wild, unIjy seasoning joy. One more walk with him, H * few more words exchanged between BEftfeem. which she would treasure for everK sore! Silently she put her hand upon Mhis arm, and under his guidance she soon B found herself apart from the throng which ■hfilled the flower garden, and in a broad, ■ •Teen alley overshadowed by trees. B F“I could not let you go away without BHAsking when I am to see you again,” he BBpaid, lightly clasping the slender fingers ■ which lay on his arm. B | She did not withdraw her hand, and he |Bpent on— B K' “You are staying some weeks longer at Kfthe Court, I hope?” B |F“Oh, no; my father is coming home next Mfcweek! We shall go back immediately,” ■ «he answered, faltering a little when she ■ alluded to her father. B l|“And are you not pleased to go home?" Hlhe said, quickly. K & “Pleased?” she cried. “How could we B/be pleased? Father is so stern; and Dick I have got into trouble! But we shall through it, as we have many a time |B|»efore —only it is worse a good deal this B is worse? Who dares to make jpEjiOU unhappy? Oh, Mabel,” he cried, forI getting his fears, forgetting all save that Bl*e longed to take her far away from every ■BEeautifnl face? Teach me how to win sobbing on his breast, and faltering incoherently a response to his passionB>te pleading. Bl BWfell me, dearest —is there any hope ifthat I may win you for my own? Oh, a&BK eried, covering her hands with kisses. « A And she, slowly raising her head, murrinured with a sweet and tender rapture: fj®o you think I can ever be unhappy

sure! There are things which might separate us.” “What things?” he asked, quickly. “Can anything divide our lives, since we love each other? Oh, my darling, you spoke as if there were some real obstacle to our marriage! Your father would not object after a time, surely?” “No, no; I did not mean that,” she whispered. “But Dick and I have been very much troubled lately. We both think that —that —there is some family secret which we have never been told—something that it is necessary to keep hidden. If there is then, Neville, that would separate us.” “It should not, dearest,” he said, holding her still closer. “Yes—l would never marry you then!” she murmured; and there was a quiet determination in her voice which alarmed him. "Mabel, my darling, you frighten me!” he said. “No family secret shall separate us.” It was not a well-chosen moment for two lovers to whisper confidences, for suddenly a light played across their sequestered path, the whole grounds were illuminated with colored rays, and a gay group at a little distance discerned the pair. Lard Wynmore had only time to whisper, “I shall be with you early to-morrow, darling,” when they drew near. There was no opportunity for more tender speeches; Lord Wynmore’s attention was claimed by half a dozen people. “Lady Efflngton begged us to find you,” said one. “The duchess is going,” remarked another. W’ith great reluctance the young fellow obeyed the call. He hastened to consign Mab to her uncle’s care, saying, as he did so: “Let me find you for a moment presently, Mr. Charlford. I will put the duchess into her carriage and return immediately.” Mr. Charlford uttered a very gracious reply. Exultation filled his heart as he leaned back in the carriage which was conveying him and his niece and nephew from the Manor. The great catch of the season, Viscount Wynmore, had been taken in the net of a mere schoolgirl, who had not even aimed at conquest, who had not yet been introduced into society. CHAPTER XI. The day had come when Mr. Richard Charlford was to return. Everybody at the Court was in a state of unusual excitement —even Caroline seemed to be partially roused from her indifference. The news of the week had startled servants, friends and neighbors—Mr. Charlford was expected home immediately, and his young daughter Mabel was engaged to be married to Viscount Wynmore. There was no need to announce the engagement, for it was done by rumor in an incredibly short time, so that long before Mabel’s father actually arrived everyone, from highest to lowest, was whispering that “it would be a splendid match.” And yet Mabel had refused to allow the betrothal ring to be placed on her finger until she had seen her father and received an explanation of the hidden mystery. But he would soon be here now. The carriage, with Uncle John, had driven to the station to meet him. Dick had offered to go, too, but Uncle John had negatived it. They went out. The carriage was quite near now, and Mr. Charlford could be distinguished waving his handkerchief in token of greeting. “I never remember him doing that before,” said Dick aside to Mab. Mab clasped one of her father’s hands and shivered. How was it that she always felt the same strange unnatural repugnance to meet her father after any of his absences? Nor did Dick and Caroline attempt to disguise from themselves that they dreaded this homecoming of their father’s. All the same, they must greet him with some show of affection, and hide their repugnance as best they might. The carriage drew up. Mr. Charlford jumped out, and at once went up to his youngest daughter, bent down and kissed her forehead. “Uncle John’s telegram brought me great news,” he said, smiling. “My darling Mabel, let me wish you all manner of happiness! Lord Wynmore will see me to-morrow, but of course it is virtually settled now. You are a very fortunate girl, my dear, and we shall all be very proud of you.” “Thank you, father,” she replied, almost inaudibly, though she tried to assume a resolute air; “but I do not know yet if I may accept such happiness.” “Not accept it!” exclaimed her father, with a smile. “Oh, you mean that you are too young just at present! True—it will be quite time enough to marry when you are eighteen; and indeed I should not let you think of it before.” “I did not mean that, father,” she murmured, repressing a shudder; but he had turned aside to say “How do you do?” in a more formal fashion to his son and to his eldest daughter; and soon, owing to Caroline’s talent for keeping up some sort of conversation, which she could always do on necessity, and also to Dick’s forcing himself to ask his father questions about his journey and about Frankfort, Mabel had time partially to recover herself. Happily for her, the bell shortly afterward rang for dinner, and she escaped to her own room. The tedious evening at length wore away, and Mab found herself exchanging the usual good-night with her father. Hurriedly nerving herself, she added, tremulously— “ Father, you will let me speak to you early to-morrow, won’t you—Dick and me?” “Certainly, my dear,” he answered, a little stiffly—“certainly; but what has Dick to do with it?” “Almost as much as I," she replied, with difficulty restraining her tears. “Well, Ido not understand it, I confess, my dear; but of course Dick may say anything he pleases and hear anything we say. So good-night, and pleasant dreams of the Manor!” “Oh, father, do not talk of that yet!” she cried, as if struck with some sudden fear. Mr. John Charlford, seemingly engrossed with a book at the other end of the room, pretended not to hear this, while

Caroline had retired a few minutes before. “I told you he would be completely altered toward you, Mab,” whispered Dick, as he and she went upstairs together. “He is almost civil to me!” “Ah, Dick,” faltered Mab, allowing her tears to fall, “I feel as if I should never marry Neville!” “Don’t say that!” rejoined her brother, quickly; and in the very haste of his reply she saw that he had fears which he could not lightly put aside. It was a fair summer night, with sweet odors in the air and a delightful temperature. Mab passed the hours, mostly waking, by her window; the silence and the aspect of the night soothed her. But soon the morning glory irradiated the earth; a new day had begun, and with it Mab’s anxieties returned with a force which was overwhelming, for that day would decide whether she dared wed Neville or not. “Whatever I suffer, I will not drag him into it. If there is disgrace, I will bear it alone,” she thought, as she went into the breakfast room. Her father was already there, reading his letters, but he looked up, smiling, as she entered,"to say: “Well, Mabel, I have heard from Lord Wynmore. He will join us at luncheon; it seems you laid your commands upon him not to arrive in the day.” “Yes, father,” she answered, gravely; “I do not want to see him again until—until I have talked with you.” “You are a good girl—that is just as well,” he rejoined, lightly. “Come —eat something—brace yourself for the coming ordeal. What will Lord Wynmore say if he sees you looking so woe-begone?” “Neville must not expect to see me quite happy,” she faltered, blushing. “Neville? Oh, ah, he will not be Lord Wynmore to any of us any more, I suppose, but Neville Wynmore! Fortunate Mabel! The whole county will envy you. Here, I must insist on your eating this morsel of fish, and on your trying to be more cheerful. No doubt your change of prospects is a little overwhelming; but, believe me, you have no cause to shrink from the sunny path stretching out before you.” At that moment Uncle John, followed by Caroline and Dick, came in.

CHAPTER XII. Directly the meal was over Mr. Charlford rose briskly, and, turning to his younger daughter, said, with a smile: “Now, Mab! Dick, you are to come, too, I believe!” —and he led the way to the library, which was empty. “Now then, what is it, my dear? Sit down in that comfortable chair, and tell me as briefly as you can, for I perceive that it is something which annoys or pains you.” With a sinking heart Mab began to speak, but Dick stopped her. “Let me explain, Mab; you can listen. Father, the fact of the matter is this —and circumstances compelled us to own the truth to Uncle John —a night or two after you started for Frankfort, Mab went down to the boat house to bring in a box of flies belonging to my uncle. It was late —past ten o’clock—and when Mabel heard voices in the boat house she was alarmed, and crouched out of sight. Oh, father, need Igo on? She saw you there with a man who spoke to you, calling you by another name, addressing you as ‘Filton.’ Why was it, father? For you were in disguise; and you crept away as if fearing lest any one should see you. Is there any disgrace connected with our family ? That is what Mabel wishes to know; for, if so, she would die rather than marry Neville Wynmore, much as she loves him. That is what we want you to explain, father. Perhaps what happened took place long ago, and you had nothing to do with it Let us help you—trust to us, tell us the truth, and, if it is anything which had better not come before the worid, you shall see we can be silent. But don’t hide it from us, for Mabel cannot allow her engagement to be announced until she is assured that she may accept Neville Wynmore’s hand without fear. We have not spoken of this to Caroline, so you see you may have confidence in us, father.” Mr. Charlford had been silent all this time, regarding Dick as if with the utmost amazement; now he exclaimed, in a tone of dazed wonder: * “My dear children, forgive my bewilderment! Really it is excusable in the circumstances! What have you two been running your heads against? I was near Frankfort at the time you name; I know no stranger who would dare to speak to me in the way you mention, nor have I any reason for acting in the extraordinary fashion you describe. The likeness to myself which struck you in this stranger exists either in your own imagination, heightened as it was by fear, or there is another possible explanation of it. These men were probably bent on no good object. They were prowling about your uncle’s premises—that is pretty clear. Well, they wished to do so with security, and one of them personated me. They may have been lurking about to steal the young pheasants or the poultry, and they hoped doubtless to walk about unquestioned by the gamekeepers through one of them being got up to look like myself. That is the only explanation of the affair that I can give you—and I am as anxious to obtain one as you yourselves can be. But even you admit that this man was addressed by the other as ‘Filton,’ or some such name; that shows that his companion used the fellow’s real name, not dreaming that any one was within hearing.” “But, father,” cried Mabel, breaking silence, “I heard you speak? Could I mistake y.qur.yoice? And, besides, I overheard that other man address you as ’Charlford’ also. And then you asked if he was not mad to use that name, and he laughed—laughed horribly! Then you came out of the boat house and slunk away!” “Father, you have not heard all!" said Dick, coming forward. “Mabel found a box, which on opening was found to be full of letters —apparently in your hand-writing-written years and years ago, all signed ‘Filton,’ all written from abroad; and allusion to us, each by name, is made in one of them. The dates of our birth, the date of my mother’s marriage, and her Christian names are written in detail, with a line underneath to the effect that ’there must be no mistake.* What does it mean?” “You make me gasp for breath, Dick!” said Mr. Charlford, as if overcome by amazement “May I see the letters? I assure you I know nothing about them. The man Filton does, no doubt; but then he and I are two widely different persons. However, perhaps you will favor me with a sight of the documents.” ' “Certainly, father! I wish you to examine them,” returned Dick gravely. “I feel confident the resemblance to my handwriting has no more foundation than my identity with the man Filton,” said

Mr. Charlford, severely. “Well, is there any other accusation you have to bring against me?” “There is something else to tell you of, father!” exclaimed Mabel. “Look at this paper which Dick" picked up in the boat!” —and she held out toward him the small, square piece of paper on which were written the four names “Branley,” “Joyne,” “Froyle,” “Bushel,” with the mysterious line beneath—“ Revenge, if not success.” Mr. Charlford examined it carefully with a very grave face. “Upon my word, there must be a nice gang of fellows prowling about!” he remarked. “I shudder to think of the danger you were exposed to, Mabel! Do yon seriously believe''that I, a wealthy man and a person of some position, could assist the schemes of a set of Fenians or housebreakers?” “No, father —not that!” cried Mabel and Dick together. “Then what can I have to do with them? If my word is not sufficient I am ready to make oath before you, now and here, that I have not the remotest knowledge of the men named on this paper. In fact, I am altogether ignorant of its meaning. De you or do you not believe me?” There was such a ring of truth in what he now averred that both Mabel and Rick assured their father that they were convinced on that point. Indeed, Dick was beginning to give way on the other point, too. He was inclined to think that Mab had been thoroughly frightened and had imagined the resemblance which had made them both so miserable. (To be continued.)

PUERTO RICANS

Have Str a nee Marriage Customs, and the Poor Do Not Marry. Marriage is almost unknown among the very poor classes, and the distinction of having the written word and the blessing of the priest carries with it no special badge of honor; it is suggestive only of another poor man gone wrong and a grasping padre a few pesos richer. It is a much easier matte? for a man to select his companionable partner and set up housekeeping in a new wickiup under the banana trees without more ado. A. legal marriage by license has less in it which meets approval in the native mind than that performed by a church functionary, for the padre might always save them from hell, while the nation’s sanction is absolutely a barefaced robbery. Gen. Grant one day gave hearing to a much-agi-tated man who stated that the priest would not marry him to the woman he loved without excessive fee, and he prayed that his Excellency would order the erring father to marry him at a rate commensurate with the size of his pocketbook. The General sorrowfully told him that he could not pretend to InterfenFwith the church rulings, even though his sympathies were aroused, and suggested he be content with the legal form which met all the lawful needs of our own country, and pay the small fee to the civil authorities. The man glared at him and disappeared; the manifest cupidity .of American officials was beyond his power to express in words.—Harper’s Weekly.

Good Breeding.

Good breeding is not merely the superficial politeness found in society; It is a general walk in life which always avoids giving unnecessary pain, which sinks self, and which is uniformly kind to all people. A factory girl, in this sense, may be, and often is, as well bred as a princess. The very height of good breeding is to be able to behave one’s self properly, and there are millions of hard-working matrons and maidens everywhere who can do that The flowers and the fun, the frolics and the fairy-like abundances of enjoyment which wealth can purchase are often, it may seem, unequally divided. But good breeding, the art of always being frank and yet dignified, of patient selfcontrol, of thought for others, of kindness to all, is as general as the gift of a heart.

Affectations.

Among the saddest of affectations is that of youthful beauty when it has fled. When will people learn that every age has its own form of beauty, and that the woman of sixty may be just as attractive as she was at five-and-twenty, provided that she studies the styles that are natural to sixty, and does not vainly cling to the styles suitable for five-and-twenty? The affectation of youth, when youth is gone for ever, is a weakness that all can read. More concealed at first, but generally making itself seen in its true bearings, at last, is the affectation of riches. No affectation can bring a more terrible reckoning than this, for one day the struggle must end and the pitiable reality be revealed.

Discovery of Gold.

Just fifty years ago the country was wild over the discovery of gold in California, and companies of men were forming over the whole United States te start for the new El Dorado. Some went by Cape Horn, some by Panama, but most went overland. These in after days were the forty-niners. Marshall discovered gold at Sutter’s Mill in 1848, but it was not generally believed until Polk confirmed it In his annual message.

Deceitful Woman.

“Good gracious, Maud, it cannot be poaaible that you are going to marry a newspaper man—a mere salaried person?” “You must not breathe it to a soul, but I intend to break the engagement as soon as I get all my poetry printed.” —lndianpolls Journal.

Private Bull Fights.

Private bull fights are occasionally given by the very rich people in Madrid, and guests are Invited to them as they would be to a dinner. Moon’s Mountains. ’ It has been ascertained that one of the mountains In the moon is 36,000 feet high, while several are upward of 30,000 feet I

RECORD OF THE WEEK

INDIANA INCIDENTS TERSELY TOLD. Thirty Thousand Hoosier Glass Workers Out of Employment—Jury Fixes Monetary Value of a Hon at $l4O 50 —First Joint Township School. A Madison County jury returned a decidedly novel verdict, in which they established the monetary value of a boy from his fourth to twenty-first birthday. Chas. Guy’s 4-year-old son was drowned in an Elwood sewer two years ago. The father brought action against the city for $lO,000. The jury was instructed to find actual damages and this they did by figuring the cost and earnings of a boy each year from his fourth to his twenty-first birthday. On one side they figured his keeping, his schooling and all other expenditures and on the other side they figured his earning power. Up to his eighteenth birthday there was a deficit, but his earnings after that point made that up and on the seventeen years there was a margin of $149.50. Guy was rendered a judgment for this amount of damages. It took the jury two days to figure out their proposition. Indiana Glass Workers Idle, The closing of the various glass factories as the hot weather approaches brings to light statistics concerning the glass industry. In Indiana alone there are 30,000 men employed in the glass factories. During the hot weather this number of people are out of employment, with few exceptions. Indiana is the greatest window glass producing State in the Union. There are forty-three window factories, thirty-three flint glass factories, twenty-five greenhouses and three place glass concerns. The window glass industry is controlled entirely by three labor organizations. There is not a non-union window glass factory in the United States. Three Townships to Build a School. The first joint township school to be erected in the Stqte will be constructed on the line between Jackson township, Hiami County, Jackson township, Howard County, ana Richland township, Grant County. The trustees of the three townships met Deputy Superintendent of Public ruction Cotton and have approved the for the erection of a SIO,OOO school building at a point convenient for the pupils of the three townships. Should the experiment of consolidating the country schools prove satisfactory other buildings will be built. Is Guilty of Manslaughter. The trial of Walter Jones for the murder of Edward Adams at Carbon March 28 was concluded in the Circuit Court at Brazil and given to the jury. After remaining out until 2 o’clock in the morning the jury brought in a verdict convicting the defendant of manslaughter. Judge McGregor will pass sentence on him. Find Big Field of Asphalt. A large field of asphalt has been discovered lying under the east end of Logansport. The discovery was made while men were engaged in drilling for water and it is thought that the field joins that in the vicinity of Litchfield, 111. The quality is of the best, being produced by upheavals, forcing the oil to near the surface.

Think It’s Their Own Business. The suit brought at Seymour against the First National Bank and the Seymour National Bank by the Assessor, to compel them to open their books for inspection, was decided in favor of the plaintiff. The banks will appeal to the Supreme Court. School Teacher Going to Persia. Miss Lillian Beaber, a teacher in the Fort Wayne public schools, has resigned her position, and will leave in August for Persia, where she has been assigned to a position in the missionary field of the Presbyterian Church. , Sues for SIO,OOO DamaKes. Charles Null of Kokomo filed a suit for SIO,OOO damages against the Indiana Natural Gas and Oil Company for the death of his wife by a gas explosion last winter, alleging negligence in the maintenance of service pipes. Within Our Border a. Indiana cement combine is busted. South Bend is to be heated with hot water. A non-sectarian hospital is being talked of at Muncie. Senior class at DePauw is again stirring up the dap and gown controversy. Louis Shulte, 46, farmer near Seymour, killed by lightning on a load of hay. T. E. Wilson, Farmland, has patented a combination dining table and bathroom. Al Morris, clerk in the Spencer Hotel, Marion, will go to the Bearss Hotel, Pern. James Meeney. Anderson, went to sleep on a flat car and rolled off. Fatally hurt. Gold has been discovered at Logansport, and some capitalists are going to hunt it. Sebastian Miller, Fort Wayne, won a $1,713.94 verdict against the Wabash Railroad. Train sparks burned up his willow farm. Increase in the price of oil has stimulated business in the oil field. New capital is being invested, and many test wells are being sunk. The Barrett law scare, that has caused street improvement to be abandoned in many Indiana cities, has subsided, and work has commenced again. Sisters of the Holy Cross have decided upon the erection of a chain of hospitals in Indiana. They will establish one in every city of over 10,000 inhabitants. Deputy Fish Commissioner Welty has filed affidavits against nearly 100 residents of Cass, Fulton and Kosciusco connties for violation of the new fish law. “Billy,” a horse that has headed the parade in Bloomington every Decoration Day for eighteen years, was at his old place this year. He is 26 years old. The State Grand Army encampment committee finds that it has a surplus of $1,470. The sham battle receipts, gate and privileges, were $2,332, of which s2 r 020 was from gate receipts at 10 cents each person. The total receipts were $6,095. At last the terrible green worm that has been eating the bark off of shade trees and chewing the leaves for dessert, has run up against the real thing now. It is paris green. Another good remedy is to sturf brick dust down the worm’s throat with an umbrella, and, although tedious, it i$ sura J

NATIVE ARMY FLEES.

AMERICAN MOVE SURPRISES AGUINALDO’S TROOPS. Fierce Fighting Marks the Advance to Paranaque—Two Officers Killed and Twenty-one Soldiers Wounded— Insurgent Loos Is Very Heavy. Manila advices say that Gen. Lawton has occupied Paranaque and the village of Malibay, to the north, and Las Pinas, to the south, preparatory to moving upon Bacoor, whence the insurgents fled during the night. The natives deserted Paranaque and the trenches south of Manila, finding the 'Americans behind them, and escaped along the coast. Only alleged amigos were found in Paranaque. An American force, 4,500 strong, Saturday drove the insurgents from the entire district between Manila bay and Bay lake, from San Pedro Macati to Paranaque. T.he natives resisted the advance, attacking the United States troops while they were crossing a swamp and fighting from well-built intrenchments, but were routed with heavy loss. In one trench fifty dead Filipinos were found. The American loss was two officers killed and twenty-one soldiers wouqded. The extreme heat and rough country added to the difficulty of the movement. Many of the United States soldiers were forced to drop out exhausted. Four.warships, including the monitor Monadnock, shelled the town of Paranaque, driving the natives out.

CLEVELAND CARS TIED UP.

Strikers Completely Stop Traffic on Fourteen Line*. What promised to be a long and bitter contest between the Cleveland, Ohio, Electric Railway Company and its 900 employes was inaugurated at 4 o’clock Saturday morning by a strike which tied up all the fourteen lines operated by the company. These lines reach all sections o£ the city and they form the only means of transportation for more than 100,000 persons living in a territory five miles long and three miles wide at the south end. There were several riotous demonstrations Saturday, but none of a really serious nature, except one on Ontario street in the afternoon, when William Steffen, division superintendent of the Big Consolidated road, was seriously injured by being hit on the head with a bottle thrown from the crowd while he was trying to move a car which had been disabled by a mob. The wounded man was taken to his home in an unconscious condition. Jacob Kratz was also struck on the head by a stone thrown from the mob and is in a serious condition. The strike is mainly for the recognition of the union, and the men have been preparing for it for several weeks. President Henry A. Everett says he is willing to concede all the other demands of the men and will adjust all other grievances when presented by his employes, but he declares,.that he will never recognize the union, whose demands he characterizes as tyrannical.

JEFFRIES THE VICTOR.

He Knocks Out Robert Fitzsimmons in *• leven ouads. James J. Jeffries won the championship of the world Friday night from Robert Fitzsimmons. A knockout blow in the eleventh round ended the big fistic battle in the Coney Island Athletic Club’s arena. In almost every round Jeffries had the better of it. The result did not come suddenly. The Californian had outfought Fitzsimmons from start to-finish, and the Australian was fast weakening when the blow on the jaw put him to sleep. Fitzsimmons, as he frankly admitted after the battle, found his opponent too big and strong for him. Time and again a blow from his opponent knocked him n, and when it was all ended he had no excuses to make. The con test* was pulled off without wrangle and was probably as devoid of the brutal elements as would be possible in a prize fight. Jeffries fought from a crouching attitude that was hard to get at. He held his head low, his back was bent down and his left arm extended. He kept jabbing away with the left, and found no trouble in landing it. It was there that his superior reach told. That giant arm served as a sort of human fender to ward off danger. He showed an excellent defense and the ability to use both hands with skill. He is game, too, for he never shrank from his punishment. Those who saw it claim it was a great fight to watch.

FIERCE WIND STORM KILLS.

Tornado Spreads Death and Ruin in lowa and Nebraska. Four persons were killed, one fatally injured and several others seriously hurt by a tornado which swept over a part of Dakota County, Nebraska, and Woodbury County, lowa, late Sunday afternoon. The storm, after demolishing several houses in the outskirts of Salix, lowa, passed on to the southwest, uprooting, trees and laying waste all in its path. This is the sixth tornado which has visited that section since winter. It missed the thickly settled portion of Salix by only a few hundred feet. As it was, debris from the wrecked buildings was scattered through the town, adding to the consternation which the approach of the funnel-shaped cloud spread among the residents. The Malloy family was at supper when the cloud was first seen and Dick Malloy told his parents to go to the cellar. He ran to the home of Mrs. Hassell. a widow, across the road, to warn her and her seven children. He took them to the cellar a moment before their house was whirled away and all escaped injury. He had to hold one boy by the legs as he was being drawn up by the suction of the wind. The members of the Malloy family only remained in the cellar about five minutes, the father suggesting that the cloud meant nothing more serious than a rain. All came up and in an instant the house was demolished and four of the family ' killed. The storm cloud, which formed in Nebraska, crossed the river just opposite Salix about 5:30 o’clock, when nearly all the townspeople were on their porches. The black funnel seemed headed directly for the little city and the inhabitants were panic-stricken. Many rushed into their homes and hid in the corners of the cellars. Other* fled to the open fields, where they lay prone upon the earth awaiting the furious wind. In a few minutes the rain began to fall, but the cloud passed south of the town, where four houses were laid in ruins, Homer, Neb., a revival tent was bio® over