Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 20, Number 102, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 1 September 1899 — Page 6

THE PATRIOTS TALISMAN.

CHAPTER VI. At first the thought had occurred to our | fibero whether a spy had been sent from ; ' *<he camp of his friends to watch his •enovements, and listen to his speech, in •the house of their enemy; but only for a -moment was this thought with him. As--tar what he had voluntarily communicatI -ad to Doctor Witherspoon he knew thiß "Where now?” asked Morris, as Seaton I quietly arose from his chair. “If you will excuse me a moment, genii; fitemen,” returned the captain, with a | polite bow, “I wish to send an orderly to 5* i«y house for my company roll. I will be i. 'hack immediately.” “Certainly,” And the young commander went out. tHe was gone ten minutes, and when he | returned the business was speedily finclabed, the last item being the matter of | the Schuylkill, which it had been | .decided should be done at Germantown, 'Morris promising that he would have >; ?the means in readiness at Van Deering’s “You will understand. Captain,” the Splutter said, with a smile, “that we are i -acting under authority from our Hon••ruble Board of War and Ordnance. As K«ftis is a matter particularly interesting |- us of Philadelphia, and as we propose 'to bear the expense, Mr. Adams and his | -associates have given us power. So you | 'will feel that you are in the strict line of p tyour duty.” At this point the man in the alcove fe'•Arose from the small desk where he had t been writing, and came out into the comI mittee room. He was of middle age; tall f auad strong, with a resolute face, a keen, | .gray eye, and dressed in a sober, conti- | mental garb, somewhat soiled by long ••wear and much travel. Addressing Dr. } Stash, he said: ' “I have written my letter, Doctor, and •may send my man off with it to-morrow. jPWUI you have a line ready for the same “If I do not, I can send by you,” was f •the reply. “We shall not keep you more H than three days, at the farthest.” 'Without further remark the man bowEnld and withdrew. “Who is that man?” asked Seaton, as I moon as the door had closed behind the tiring stranger. “He is a messenger from Gen. WashI dngton,” replied Rush. “A messenger from Washington?” “Yes. Does it surprise you?” ||; “Did he bring dispatches?” “He did; and they are far from pleasI «ant. Our army may have been forced to I leave New York ere this. Its numbers | mre being fearfully reduced by the expiraiptton of terms of service.” I “What is this man’s name?” I “Daniel Sparrow.” “When did he arrive in Philadelphia?” I “Yesterday.” “Direct from New York?” ; “Yes— as directly as he could come.” m- Seaton leaped to his feet. I “By heavens!” he exclaimed, “that man p a spy! He has imposed upon you! He r •‘a not a messenger from Washington!” j|. “But, my dear Captain,” expostulated [ljMorris, “he brought us authentic disI v gjlAye,” added Rush; “and he brought to | me an autograph letter from Washington | himself, who is anxious that further and | better medical provision should be made r f® r his troops. What has possessed you, I; Captain?” am possessed of a knowledge of the truth of what I say,” answered Seaton, *almly and firmly. “The man is a traitor | and a spy. Four days ago I saw the rejection of his face in a mirror at the I bouse of Jacob Eastcourt. He was then Bpicting the spy upon me, and knew not I? that I had detected him. You will admit his face is not easily to be mistaken. Ifpf he has brought to you dispatches from ’ <Sen. Washington, be sure the authorized g| bearer of those dispatches has been wayI daid and captured—be sure the true Dan--iel Sparrow is in the hands of our enei unies. Gentlemen, when I saw that man’s g tfiace, as he turned it toward me in yonder gs/tecess, it startled me. At first I could P’bct make it out, though I knew I had p!*een it befofe; but at second thought it l|~eame to me. It is as I have told you.” 'The committee were, by this time, upon "their feet, filled with consternation. So had the man come to them—so [ 'bravely, and yet so modestly had he told | his trials on the way; so kindly and | -«o politely had he delivered the dis|vpatches; and so self-sacrificingly had he |Soffered to return with their answer he had to swim through Tory p blood, that they had not thought of lyioubting him. But they must now doubt » bim, or doubt their captain of cavalry, f* said Franklin, “we waste -time. The man must lie arrested.” g >‘“lf we can fihd him.” said Dr. Rush. I*. *My soul!” added Robert Morris; "and [•‘ lie has our whole secret of the planned ex[lpadition against the Montgomery Tories!” finished Seaton, with a smile; J- and be sure he would ere this have been gbeyond our reach had he been suffered to iyao Urge. If you would like to see him. pi think I can produce him for you.” “How? Ah, you went out for that purjs®ose, Captain?” Ppf*Yes, and for no other. But, gentlep*nen, before bringing the man back, I Kgptve a suggestion to make, and if you Pjlinten to it you will be granting me a ,§§reat favor. I told you that I saw him •first at the dwelling of Jacob Eastcourt. JUjVben you come to examine him you may Wohod further proof of the banker’s treachI could wish that, for the present, Blb4*Ma»r of Jacob Eastcourt in connecaffair be held secret. BWe know that he is a royalist, and we HKshir that he will give aid and comfort to gpe enemy when he can; but we may HplX him in greater check by keeping him ignorance of our knowledge. If this IpM 'keep kit trrwt also secret.”

Sylvanus Cobb, Jr.

command, and if they are living I shall find our spy in their charge.” Thus speaking, our hero withdrew, and when he returned he was followed by his first lieutenant, and by two of his troopers leading the messenger between them. His lieutenant was a man worthy of notice. He was tall and mnscular; thirty years of age, with golden yellow hair, and a blooming complexion; his features homely and intensely good-natured, and yet indicative of more than Roman firmness and courage. We say of more than Roman firmness and courage because he was of the direct blood of those old Scotch Covenanters, in comparison with whom, for moral courage and heroic self-denial, the Romans are hardly to be mentioned. His name was Roderic Douglas. Our accommodating courier-of-war was in a sad plight—not at all like the urbane and well-mannered man who had lately departed with so much suavity. His garments were torn; his face was discolored; one of his eyes was black and swollen; blood was upon his hands: and a stout bit of rope bound his elbows behind him. He looked fierce and defiant, like a captured wolf, and he glared upon the committee revengefully. Robert Morris, as chairman of the committee, arose to his feet. Perhaps he was surprised that he had ever been led to trust such a man. “Sirrah!” he demanded, “who and what are you?” The man looked first at his captors, and then upon the committee. He evidently did not quite understand the weight of evidence against him, so his first essay savored of the virtuous-indignant: “You should know, sir, who I am, since you have my papers. And now, perhaps, you will tell me why I am submitted to this outrageous treatment?” At this point Lieut. Douglas stepped forward, and as the prisoner caught the keen twinkle of the Scotchman’s blue eye his small stock of remaining assurance seemed to fail him. ‘Your honors,” said Douglas, with a proper military salute, “I think I can save you some trouble of questioning, and, at the same time, relieve our unfortunate friend here of the load of a great deal of lying; for I think he takes to lying naturally. You want to know who this man Is. I can tell you. Captain Seaton can inform you that before I accepted the commission which he was good enough to procure for me, I held the office of sheriff in Trenton. I have arrested Bus gentleman for highway robbery, for horse stealing. On trial .for the first offense he managed to slip the halter by an alibi. On the second trial he was convicted, and imprisoned, and a month ago, by aid of Fenton and Fagan, of the Monmouth Pines, he effected his escape. His name is Adam Noonan, under which you have doubtless heard of him before.” The committee were surprised beyond measure. They had heard of the outlaw as a desperate, dangerous villain, and the thought that they had very nearly become his victims was far from pleasant. But, after all, the affair might turn to their advantage if they could induce the prisoner to speak. Adam Noonan did not deny his name, though he plainly indicated to Douglas that he would like to kill him for having disclosed it. But no question would he answer; and when the committee pressed mm, he retorted with blasphemy. I think we have had enough of this, gentlemen, interposed Seaton. “With your permission I will have the prisoner searched. We may find upon his person something of imnnrtance.” The outlaw s bravado disappeared at the fall of this proposition, and abject terror took its place. He paled and quivered, seeming for a moment to collapse as the lieutenant’s hand was laid upon him. Then he grew fierce again and struggled mightily against the troopers, showing, by the strength he put forth, how severe a task he must have given his captors in the first place. But his struggles did not avail him. If the troopers were a. little rough when the Adamic part of their natures had been aroused, the staid and august committeemen did not interfere. Once Franklin’s teeth were heard grinding together like upper and nether millstones; and even Morris was seen to clench his hands as though it would afford him pleasure to take part in the work of subjection. But there was no need. When Master Noonan found himself flat upon his back, with the prospect of the crashing of a steel-mounted pistol butt through his skull if he would not lie still otherwise, he gave up, and allowed his captors to search as they would.

The ex-sheriff was used to such work, and he went at it secundum artem. First he went through the man’s pockets, and then through every nook where a piece of paper could be hidden, ripping open seams and elevating lining, leaving no one piece of cloth stitched upon another. He would have ripped off the soles of the shoes, but as those soles were more than half gone from wear, in places being worn clean through, he did not think it worth while. Really, Adam Noonan had not proved himself a shrewd man—not the man for a safe and successful spy. Of brute courage aud strength, and of dogged will, he had a sufficiency, but he was not intellectually keen. He had evidently depended upon his prowess and his luck to carry him through. He had gained possession of authentic dispatches, and deeming himself unknown in Philadelphia, he had ventured upon this dangerous mission without fully calculating the chances that might arise against him. Had he been an accomplished scout he would not have kept so much paper about him —paper of no earthly use to him after having been once read, but of much mischief to his cause having fallen under the eye of an enemy. > First, the committee overhauled a packet which had been found closely tied up and stowed away in an inner pocket of the outlaw’s shirt. They were dispatches from Gen. Washington which were to have been suppressed, or, vsry likely, to have been transmitted to Sir William Howe. The committee read them carefully, and after a little consnl-

tation laid them all aside save one, and over this one they debated some tlxnd privately, after which it was laid aside by itself, as though for more particular future consideration. Next came papers which had been found secreted away in different parts of the man’s clothing—not sewed up, or tucked under linings, but in pockets which had been fashioned in all sorts of odd and out-of-the-way places. Most of these were wretched scrawls, evidently relating to plans of theft and robbery in Che past, and of no present importance. Three papers, however, were found, upon the discovery and translation of which the committee were greatly rejoiced. The first was a complete roll, or roster, of the company of “Royal Scouts,” under command of Capt. Kirk Fagan, and by which it appeared that Adam Noonan was a lieutenant of the same organization. There were one hundred and six, names on the roll, including officers. The second important paper contained the namea of a score or more of Montgomery and Chester County farmers who were true to the royal cause, and whose estates were not to be ravaged by the “Scouts.” Some of the men therein set down had ben known as Tories, but not all of them. The paper was put carefully aside for future reference. 'The third paper Morris held under his hand while he spoke to the prisoner, who had been helped to his feet. “Adam Noonan, where is the man from whom you took the dispatches?” The man glared sulkily upon the speaker, but did not answer. “Where is Daniel Sparrow?” “I don’t know.” “Where did you see him last?” “In his stockings, for I’d taken hia boots off.” And at this reply the prisoner, assuming his bravado once more, chuckled. “Enough,” said Morris. “If he is alive, we will find him; if he is dead, be sure you will keep him company as far as the grave.” And then the two troopers were directed to remove the prisoner, and keep him close until further ordered. “Now, Captain Seaton,” said the patriot financier, turning to our hero when the door had closed upon the retiring prisoner, “I think I have something here that will particularly interest you and Ileut. Douglas.” He spread out the paper which he had held beneath his hand, and turned it for Seaton to read. It was a leaf torn from an old account book, and written in a very respectable hand was the following: “August 27, 1776. “Lieutenant —Your men have come in with the prisoner, and have given me an account of your great success. You had better bring the papers to camp, and I will send them to Sir William. Keep on the track of Seaton. There is mischief brewing in that quarter. Find out what old Hancock and Jack Adams are going to do with his troop. Eastcourt will help you. Sunday night we start down the Schuylkill, and will make the stiff-necked Whigs howl. From Friday night to Sunday afternoon you will find us in the Giant’s Bite, on Valley creek. Come by way of the Forge, and you will meet some of the pickets. You must be here.” The body of this letter had most likely been written by an authorized clerk; but its signature was by a stronger, though less graceful hand, being a wretchedly executed, scrawling monogram, evidently borrowed, in spirit, from the Indian fashion. It was the letter F, followed by the picture of a drawn dagger, and the same sign-manual had appeared upon the instrument relieving the Tory farmers from molestation by the marauding scouts.

“That signature I have seen before,” said Donglas. “It is the hand of Kirk Fagan.” “And,” add#d Morris, addressing the captain, “it tells you -where, and when, and how to strike. This was written on Tuesday last. To-day is Friday. Fortune favors us.” “Douglas, do you know where the •Giant’s Bite’ is?” Seaton asked his lieutenant. “I know it very well, Captain, having captured a band of sheep stealers and horse thieves there a little over a year ago. It is a rocky gorge, with its trees making almost a cavern, towards the head waters of Valley creek.” Beyond this the business of arranging for the expedition was quickly done, and the captain and his lieutenant went to make preparations. Adam Noonan was kept in the State House until after dark, and then conveyed to prison. With such a man as Robert Morris to engineer the arrangements for transportation there was no hitch or delay in the getting off of the expedition. Seaton was ready with his men on time, and before midnight they were at the mouth of the creek, and at once, under the guidance of Roderic Douglas, started up the valley. When they had reached the base of the mountains, the riflemen, to the number of fifty, dismounted and picketed their horses, and as they advanced on foot they met and secured the Tory outposts without raising an alarm. We have no vivid battle scene to picture at this point. The fortunate securing of the spy—the face seen in the mirror—had yielded the key to the situation. Arrived at the “Bite,” which was a broad, rock-bound, wood-embowered amphitheater, the outlaw band was found holding high saturnalia, and certainly onerhalf the force was helplessly drunk. In their fancied security, with plenty of plundered spirit, and with two whole days on their hands, the exultant Tories had given themselves up to revel, and at this hour — 2 o’clock in the morning—only those with extremely hard heads and impervious tissues had held up. Seaton comprehended the situation at a glance, and in less than half an hour from the giving of the note of onset the whole band was captured, with the need of killing only two of the number. Kirk Fagan, for a wonderwonder to our hero, at least, though perhaps not to the outlaws—was among the dead drunk, and he was given a bed of moss, with his hands bound behind him at the elbows, and vrfth a faithful sentinel to see that no harm came to him. When the prisoners had been put apart into squads of twenty, with suitable bonds upon their arms, and a proper guard set over them, a score of the men were sent to bring up the horses. With so many prisoners on his hands, helpless from drink, Seaton could not think of moving before morning, so, when he had seen all secure, and had given sufficient directions to the officers of the various guards, he and Douglas went and sat down by the side of the supinely uar conscious outlaw chieftain. i (To be continued.) Copyright

FARM AND GARDEN

And the Rain Came Down. The rancher gazed on his sun-parched fields with a frown on hia rough, red face, / And wished he could ntter real wicked talk to properly fit the case, And he moped around with despondent air, his spirit all dead to pride, For gone were his. dreams of the harvest cash rolling in as a golden tide. But the tree toads started prophetic songs, and the peafowl uttered its cries, And the goosebone told him its silent tale, and the clouds bunched up in the skies, And the rains came down In a soaking flood and his .fields turned green with delight, And now yon would think that he owns the earth, with every blamed planet in sight!—Denver Post. Dash Chanced to Crank Churns. There axe a large number of buttermakers who will use only the old-fash-ioned dash churn, believing that It gives the best results, quality and quantity of butter considered. The

FIG. 1.

great fault of the dash churn Is the labor of operating it, so much of the exerted force of the operator being lost on account of no machinery to utilize Is as In the crank churn. In Figs. 1 and 2, dash churns are converted into

FIG. 2.

farmer will be able to make himself. The two posts used in the first device need not be very large or heavy, but just wide enough to permit the wheel to turn Inside of the two supports on which the bearings rest. In the second figure an iron fly-wheel such as is found on an old elder press Is used. It Is adapted to a small churn.—J. G. A., In American Agriculturist. Economy with Fallen Apples. There Is much waste In the common practice of turning hogs into orchards to pick up fruit and make that their exclusive diet. The hog will soon learn to eat only the ripened fruit, leaving that which is wormy. This fruit can be sold or dried, and if forced to do it the hog will eat the wormy fruit before the worm escapes. But to make this really economical some grain and milk should be given to hogs in addition to their fruit diet. This will make the young pigs grow and will strengthen their digestion for the exclusive corn feeding that will come when they are put up to be fattened. Enlargement of Old Barns. It is quite a common practice to build low, shed-roofed additions to the sides of barns, when it Is desired to secure more room. This gives the desired addition of ground floor space, but does not secure added storage roof that could be secured aft well as not, and at almost no added cost, were the addi-

ENLARGED BARNS.

tions made according to the plan suggested in the cut. Here the roof Is extended down over the addition without a break, making a better-looking building and one much more serviceable than by the common plan. The space in the tops of the additions opens into the scaffolds, or the second floor space of the old barn, and gives so much more added storage capacity. < nc amber* for Fickle*. Pickled cucumbers are sold by count, and the small ones are generally preferred. Hence close picking and frequent picking, so as to prevent any from growing too large, is necessary to secure large crops. Sometimes, however, a stray cucumber will hide under the leaves until It has almost ripened Its seeds. It is astonishing how this |

crank churns. In the device shown In Fig. 1 an old buggy wheel can be used for the flywheel. All the Iron work, such as the crank shaft, bearings, pitman, etc., can be made by any blacksmith at a small expense. The framework any

lessen* the yield of the vine. Yet It to not to be wondered at, for the perfection of seed In almost all plants exhausts their vitality very rapidly. The cucumber vines should be handled carefully so as not to loosen the roots which some of them send into the soil from the joints. These are great helps to the vine. If the vine is turned up to see what is under It some of these side rootlets will be destroyed. Cabbage Worm Insecticide. Pests of the cabbage family are best controlled by the use of the following insecticide: Pulverized resin, five pounds; concentrated lye, one pound; fish oil, one pint; water, fire gallons. Make this into a stock solution by placing the oil, resin and one gallon of hot water in an iron kettle, heating until the resin is softened. After this add the concentrated lye carefully and stir the mixture thoroughly. Add four more gallons of water and boll the whole mass until the mixture will unite with cold water, making a clear, am-ber-colored mixture. This mixture Should make five gallons of stock solution. When this is used, F. A. Slrrine, of the Geneva experiment station, advises preparing it by combining one gallon of the stock solution with sixteen gallons of water, three gallons milk of lime and one-quarter pound of Paris green. The water, resin and milk of lime are combined, after which the Paris green is added. In every case where this mixture is properly applied good results were obtained. Watering Plants. Some plants, to thrive as they should, require much more water than others, and on this account, if the best growth Is maintained through the summer, more or less watering will be necessary. But if watering is necessary, If any considerable amount of benefit Is secured, It is very essential that It be thorough. One or two thorough soakings of the soil a week around the roots will be of much more real benefit to the growing plants than a daily sprinkling on the surface. One of the best plans of watering a larger proportion of plants Is to, work the soil into a good tilth, drawing the earth away from the plant to some extent; then put on water sufficient to thoroughly wet the soli and throw over this a thin layer of fine soil. This acts as a mulch and / lessens evaporation, and a large amount of benefit Is derived and the work needn’t be repeated so often. In nearly -all cases where watering is commenced It will have to be kept up until there is a good rain—Farmer’s Voice. Sknu Galls. The natives of Foula, one of the Shetland Islands, make a business of rearing skau gulls in order to rid the Island of the eagles that commit so many depredations. The magnificent red sandstone cliffs that skirt the northwestern coast became a favorite haunt of the eagles, and in this inaccessible spot they increased so rapidly that they became a terror to the farmers and fishermen who dwell on this isolated spot The skau gulls are also strong and fierce, and the Inveterate foe of the eagle. In battle the gulls are nearly always victorious, and so the Inhabitants of Foula hit upon the novel plan of feeding and caring for skau gulls, which, though formidable to their feathered enemies, are very peaceable and docile when brought in contact with man. Shorthorn Cow,

Property of W. S. Lister, Middlechurch, Man. Winner of first prize In aged cow class at the Winnipeg Industrial Exhibition. Weeds Among; Beans. After beans have blossomed It Is not best to work among them, especially If the weather and soil be wet, and there should be no cultivation while the leaves are wet with rains or dew. Hence the early cultivation of beans should be thorough, so as to allow them to ripen before the weeds smother them. It Is not best to plant beans on land that Is very rich In nitrogenous plant food, because such land is always very weedy. Soil of moderate fertility with a dressing of phosphate and potash will make a good grain crop, while on the richer land without the mineral fertilizer, there will be only a large growth of haulm and leaves. Protect the Born Swallows. These birds, which were formerly very numerous about farm buildings destroyers of insects. In some parts of England they were depended upon by hop growers to destroy hop flies. They subsist wholly upon insects, which they catch on the wing, and are fond of all kinds of gnats, moths, beetles apd many other kinds. During recent years the swallow- has been driven away from Its home by the English sparrow, a fact to be regretted.—Orange Judd Farmer. ( tearing; Fence Corner*. After haying and harvest have been finished, It IS well to go around the fields and cut down weeds next to the fence that the mower and reaper could not reach. Since farmers have got out of the habit of swinging the scythe, fence corners grow up with shrubs and weeds that no good farmers would allow, and which soon grow away from the fence and take the fertility from crops for some distance into the field. Enough weeds are allowed to go to seed In some fence corners to seed toe entire farm. - Bavaria, with a population of 5,818,* I

INDIANA INCIDENTS.

RECORD OF EVENTS OF THE PAST WEEK. Life Convict Mar Be Freed—Yonnsr Hatband Poisoned—South Bend Man Nearly Starves in a Hotel-Harvest Hands Are Badly Wanted. Union B. Hunt, Secretary of State, and James E. Parker of Evansville held a conference with Convict Hinshaw, the Belleville clergyman serving a life, sentence in the prison north for the alleged murder of hia wife. Parker and Hunt are Hinshaw’s attorneys and their conference was brought about by the revival of the convict story of Baney and others to the effect that Hinshaw is innocent and a couple of convicts are guilty. The attorneys for Hinshaw attach great importance to the so-called confession, which they have reduced to writing, and they will make another effort in Hinshaw’s behalf. Starving While in a Hotel. P. J. Pixley of South Bend remained locked in a room in the Windsor Hotel, at Denver, Colo., for four days without food or drink. Mr. Pixley was found greatly emaciated and suffering intense agony. He has been engaged in work at Byers, Colo., and went to Denver discouraged. Upon gaining h’is room in the hotel he lay down on the bed and soon became too weak to call for assistance. Letters told of a wife and two daughters In South Bend waiting to go to Denver. Harvesters In Great Demand. Agents from the broom corn district of Illinois have been in Terre Haute to employ farmers to work for a month harvesting the crop and are bidding against one another for labor. One agent rounded up twenty-two young farmers in Terre Haute at $1.25 a day and board, when another agent offered $1.50. The first agent raised his offer to $1.75, with a contract for a month’s work and took the men with him. Find Araenic in Stomach. At Peru, William Quick died under cir* cumstances that puzzled the physicians. CoroneT Yarling held a post-mortem examination. Nothing definite was revealed and the stomach was sent to the secretary of the State Board of Health, Dr. J. N. Hurty, at Indianapolis, who found quantities of arsenic. Quick was 21 years of age and had been married just a month. Big Bridge Is Destroyed. The old wagon bridge, 600 feet long, which for half a century has spanned the Wabash river at Clinton, was wrecked by electricity and now a mass of splintered ruins lies in the river. The bridge Is to be replaced by a new structure, which is to be completed by Jan. 1. Within Our Borders. Public hospital has been opened at Franklin. Street cars were used for a funeral cortege in Muncie. The black beetle pest has made its appearance in Ohio Falls. John J. Joequel, 87, pioneer business man of Fort Wayne, is dead. Factories in the gas belt are now drawing on the coal fields for fuel. Miss Ella Slating, 29, Covington, accidentally drowned in the Wabash. Mrs. Conrad Lucas, Montpelier, Spanish war widow, has received a pension. Frank Shepherd’s mules ran away, near Brazil, and he was fatally injured. Valentine Kelly, New Albany, stepped on the wrong track to avoid a train, and was instantly killed. Winslow bottle house, Matthews, has started up with more orders than it can possibly fill this “fire.” George Bramlet, Ladoga, sought shelter under a box car during a storm and was killed by a train. Thoma# Wells, 104, Madison County, died the other night. He worked up to the day of his death. The McCormicks sold their oil leases at Vanßuren to Thomas Alford, Pittsburg, Pa., for $55,000. Settlers of Hamilton County held their twenty-ninth reunion at Eagletown. There were 10,000 present. Muncie dairymen have organized and hereafter will not deliver a pint of milk unless it is paid for in advance. Herman Schmidt, Sullivan, west away for several days and his dog became disconsolate, jumped into a well and drowned. Brick and a shotgun failed to injure Jack O’Spades, an Evansville negro, and he swears vengeance on the ones, who tried it. A crazy man, giving his name as William M. Clark and claiming Columbus, Ohio, and Muncie as his home, was captured in the woods near North Salem. Benjnmin Gifford, the swamp land king of northern Indiana, is building a railroad of his own for the transportation of products from his 33,000-acre farm. A woman near Mitchell fell out with the family doctor Jjecause he cured her husband of rheumatism. This rendered him worthless as a barometer, which resulted in her getting her new Sunday hat wet. Newton Reed, a Big Four brakeman, i's accused of having kicked a coal mine; named William Henry off the ladder of a box car down which he was chasing him, and causing him to fall under the wheels. Reed is said to have disappeared. After a separation of over thirty years, during whieh the lover went west and amassed a fortune in mining, while the woman he loved married another, who died about eight years ago, John Teer of Lead City, S. D., returned to South Bend and married Mrs. Amanda Fowler of Riverside, Mich. Henry F. Meier, Columbus, drowned whUe seining in White river. Martinsville elevator burst, letting cent split. Greenwood for the Indifts&poiii ftxu) Greenwood electric lfiae.