Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 22, Number 39, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 1 February 1901 — Page 7

CHAPTER XX.—(Continued.) ■’ “I’m sure,” said Cassandra, as her mistress hinted at some of her doubts, “you have no reason to doubt so noble a being. See what she has done for you; she has led you from danger to safety, and she has procured for you a home than which you could not find a better. 'She, through the priest, informed Captain Howard of your whereabouts.” “I know it—l know it all,” returned Irene, “but yet I cannot help these feelings. Why will she not let me love her? Something draws me towards her —my deep gratitude, it is—and yet she repulses me. And then why will she not tell me who and what she is?” “Ah, my dear mistress, when people are doing so much for us, it is hardly generous to blame them for what they do not do. O, as sure as you live, that strange woman loves you dearly.” “Do you think so?” Irene asked, earnestly. - “I am sure of it.” “Well, I think she does. At jny rate, I Jove her.” *At this juncture a woman entered the room and informed Irene that there were two Indians below who wished to see her. “Of what people are they?” the maiden asked. “The Totonaques, I think,” the woman answered. “One of them says he knows you, and that you stopped awhile beneath his roof last summer.” “It must be good Jacar Xanpa.” cried Irene, starting to her feet. “Don’t you think so, Cassandra?” “I don’t see who else it can be,” was the girl’s reply. “It must be. Come, Cassandra, you ehall go down with me.” /“So the two girls followed their hostess down' stairs, and in the front room they found the two Inidans. Irene gazed into the face of the man nearest to her, and at first thought she had never seen the swarthy features before; but in a moment more she detected something natural in the countenance. “Did you seek me?” she asked, timidly, wondering if they had not come to bring tier some word of Clarence. “Ay, Irene—we have sought you for a long while,” the man replied. The maiden started at the sound of that voice, and upon the next moment she could see beneath the artificial darkness of the skin. She staggered back and grasped the back of a chair for support, •and her face had turned as pale as marble. Cassandra seemed to have discovered the trutfc at the same time, for she uttered a low, quick cry, and started back. “You know me, eh?” spoke the visitor, in a sarcastic tone. “O, heaven have mercy!” gasped Irene, now sinking into the chair, and covering her face with her hands. “And, I have found you at last, have I? You did very wrong to run away from your father.” As the man' thus spoke, he advanced and placed his hand upon Irene’s head. But she shrank from him as though he had been a serpent. “Don’t touch me!” she groaned, in bitter agony. "O, leave me, and let me be alone.” “No, no,” returned St. Marc —soy he it Was—“l have not come all this way for you, only to give you up again. I have a purpose in this visit which must be answered; so you must not ask me to leave you again.” “O, what evil spirit led you hither to curse me more?” the poor girl uttered, clasping her hqnds and looking into the man’s face. “Perhaps you wonder how I found you,” returned St. Marc; “but it was a Very easy matter. I knew that a priest In Vera Cruz received word from you, and that it was conveyed to Captain Howard in prison. So. I knew this same Howard would seek you. I followed him as far as the Mexican capital, and my own instincts led me the rest of the way. And it seems I was not mistaken. You see our mutual friend, San Benito, has come with me.” s Irene looked up, and she recognized the Ban, and as she did so the last ray of hope left her soul, for she knew of no power in Mexico which could take a child from its parent. “Come," said St. Marc, again advancing and placing his hand upon her shoulder, “you will go with me now. I have engaged good quarters for you.’’ “No! no!” shrieked the maiden, darting •way to Cassandra’s side. “O, you shall not take me! Help! help! O, help!” Ere St. Marc could place his hand upon the girl again, the door of the room was thrown open, and Mendrid rushed in. “What is all this?” he cried, as he stopped and gazed around upon those present. “Why are you here?’ ’he added, looking into the face of him whom he supposed to be an Indian. "Easy, senor—easy,” returned St. Marc. “I found my purpose better answered by assuming this disguise when I set out in search of my daughter. Perhaps you don’t recognize Antonio St. Marc in this disguise?” “St. Marc!” uttered the old man, in surprise. “Yon know me now, I trust,” said the visitor, removing his cap, and taking the wig of long, coarse hair from his head. "I do,” the merchant returned, in a sad, disappointed tone. “And I suppose now you will offer no resistance to my taking my child with ms?" -At this moment Irene rushed forward and knelt at Mendrid’s feet. “Save me! save me!” she cried, in frantic tones. “Senor,” spoke St Marc, ere the old man could answer the maiden, “my child left me about a year ago, and from that time to the present I have searched for her without ceasing. Now I havo found her, and under the 1# vfc, and in the name, of my country, I claim her. Of course you will not force me to extreme measures.” . x “O, save me—save!” groaned Irene. “Arise, my child.” spoke the old man, St the Mme time lifting the maiden from the ground; he spoke tremulously, and there were tears in his eyes. “You know I would help you if I eould, but in this

THE TEXAS CRUISER

BY T. BURLINGAME ROSS

I can do nothing. Your father claims you, and against his claim no power in the nation can avail you.” “Now, Irene,” said St. Marc, advancing to her side once more, “you see how the matter stands, and I trust you will be wise. At all events,.” he added, bend r ing upon her a look of savage import, “you will not find it for your interest to break from me again.” “Thus fades hope away!” the poor girl uttered, and as the words left her lips she would have sunk down had not her father held her up. “Come,” St. Marc said, addressing Cassandra, “you had better follow your mistress.” And then turning to San Benito, he added: “Come—we’ll take her before she knows enough to parley with me any more here. Hurry out and find a carriage of some sort as.soon as possible.” ' San Benito hurried out and had the good fortune to find a carriage just passing. He hailed the driver, and in a few moments more the insensible form of Irene was lifted in. When our heroine came to herself she found Cassandra bending over her. “Have I dreamed?” she whispered, shuddering feaffully as she spoke. “Look- up—look up,” Cassandra returned. “Alas! I cannot even weep for you!” Irene started up and gazed around She found herself in a well furnished apartment, but differently furnished from any she was ever in before. In a few 'moments the whole dread truth came back to her mind; and as soon as she remembered all, she sank back upon the pofa and groaned in bitterest anguish. In a few moments more St. Marc came in. He had probably heard the voices, and knew that Irene had recovered. She sat up as he entered, and would have fallen at his feet, but he detected the symptoms of her movement, and waved her back. “My child,” he said, “you know all that has passed, so I shall have only to tell you of the future. You know Martin San Benito. You knofr he has long been one of my warmest friends, and that, but for my solemn pledge to Jilok Tudel, I should have given him your hand ere this. But I am now released from all pledges to Tudel, and can hence bestow this mark of my esteem upon San Benito. You will become his wife ere we leave this place. Now, mark me; this is fixed, and it cannot be altered.” „ A few moments Irene sat and gazed her father, in the face, and then she clasped her hands. “In the name of heaven all just and merciful,” she cried, “I beseech you to spare me. Look upon me, my father, and see me here weak and defenseless. How have I ever harmed you, or how wronged you, that you should thus curse the morn of my life? O, spare me! Spare me this dread blow, and I’ll blesS thee while life lasts.” “Irene,” returned the man, very coolly and calmly—like the breath of a still morning in winter —“you have pleaded all you need to plead. You have escaped me once, and thereby threw me into a scrape from which 1 narrowly escaped with my life; but you cannot escape me again. lam determined now. Ay—were all the prayers of all the saints at this moment presented to me in behalf of your request they would not move me an atom. You will be married to San Benito tomorrow. I am determined not to hold you long; and if you escape again it must be from the hands of your husband," and not mine.” “And must it be to-morrow?” the maiden murmured.

“As sure as to-morrow comes, it shall.’ 1 “No hope! no mercy!” “Yes —both. If you will be wise, as I am, and take the things of earth as they come, you’ll have hope and mercy enough.” “I would die now!” “I won’t disturb you more now, my child. It is growing late, and you may like to be alone. But remember—you become a wife to-morrow, just as sure as the sun rises again!” And with these words Antonio St, Marc left the room. When he was gone Irene threw herself upon Cassandra’s bosom and groaned aloud. She could not weep now. The shock was too deep—too dreadful. And what could her faithful companion say to comfort her? She could only point to heaven. “O, Clarence! Clarence!” murmured the stricken one, “where art thou now ? Shall I not see thee once more ere the frail and brittle cup of life passes from me?” A few moments after this the maiden remained quiet, and then looking up into Cassandra’s face, she said: “And Calypso—where is she?” “I think she went out to meet Captain Howard,” returned the girl. “She did not say so, exactly, when she went away, but I thought from what she did say that she feared he might not know exactly which way to turn, so she went out to meet him.” “O, I wish she were here; I think even she might help me.” “Then let us hope that she may come. Ay—that they both may come.” “But to-morrow, Cassandra—O, tomorrow !” “I know; but between now and then a smart horse might easily travel from here to the capital. Ay, Buonevedeo came from the capital to this place In ten hours upon only one horse —leaving there at midnight, and reaching here at ten o'clock on the next day." “O, If I dared to hope! But alas! what can they do if they come?" This waa a question Cassandra conld not answer; so her foundation for hope was blown to the winds.

CHAPTER XXI. Irene stood alone in her room. St. Marc had just entered the apartment. “In an hour,” he said, “do you understand?” He fixed a look upon the poor girl that reminded her of those sinister, serpentine glances that had so often before filled her with deep repugnance for the man who called her “my child!” Irene was white as marble. “There la no escape?” she murmured in a heart-broken way. “Escape!” repeated St. Marc wfth a

sneer; “from what—a wealthy husband, a fine home? Tudel was a pirate, but as to Behito, what objection can yon have to him?” Irene shuddered. The thought' of her soul’s ideal, and the fawning, heartless Mexican aroused every true womanly instinct of aversion and dislike. “If there was a means pf escape ” began St. Marc. He paused there impressively, and fixed an eye upon Irene that caused her to hope vaguely, while she trembled with a certain indefinable fear. “Yes, yes,” she murmured. '“Would you accept it?” Again the man appeared as he had upon that night of her flight, when she had shrank from him with apprehension. He came nearer to her. He whispered: “Irene, if I will save you from become ing this man’s wife- ” “Oh! I will bless you!” she cried fervently. • “If I will take you far away, to Spain, to a new life —away from them all, will you accept love, wealth, happiness, as the wife of another?” “Whom?” she cried sharply. “Myself.” “You?” “Yes, Irene,” pursued St. Marc; “you must have known latterly that I am not what I have claimed. Listen, I am not even related to you.” “You —are —not!” she faltered. “No. Answer! The time is short. Will you marry me?”, \ “Oh, never!” “By my soul, you shall!” shouted St. Marc, losing all control of himself. He reached out to seize her, to force her to listen to him. She evaded his grasp. As she ran towards the door it opened. He, pursuing, fell back with a frightened face. A woman stood there. “Who is this?” gasped Irene, recoiling also. » “Calypso, the Wanderer!” St. Marc had staggered back, white as death. “Yes—Calypso!” repeated the intruder. Her face, her garb, had Changed. Gone was all the wild, savage adornment, the dark face stain. A woman was revealed with a tragic yet careworn face, and as her natural eyes sought those of Irene, the latter experienced anew that strange thrill of interest and love with which this person always inspired her. “Ay, St. Marc,” spoke the woman, sternly—“do you know me?” “I know you now!” panted the man hoarsely, crouching helplessly in a chair. “I am the woman,” said Calypso, “whose husband you killed, whose fortune you appropriated, whose child you stole, fifteen years since. You had me imprisoned in an asylum in Spain. I escaped, but I had no proofs against you —till now!” “A fiction—what nonsense is this?” muttered St. Marc, striving to rally. “It is the truth!” answered a clear, firm voice, and Captain Clarence Howard strode inte the room. “See! Your own confession, written on the eve of your duel with Tudel, verifies all that this lady claims.” “Clarence —Captain Howard!” gasped Irene, reeling while she stood in a maze of joy, uncertainty, suspense. Captain Howard gained her side. He had to support that lovely form, for Irene’s overstrained heart was well nigh giving way. “Who —who are you?” finally murinured Irene —happy, safe, under the sheltering protection of that gallant friend — putting a longing hand out towards Calypso. “Your mother, child!" answered the accuser of St. Marc. “Your own loving mother —Calypso the Wanderer no more!” Some strange influences of fate fell across the lives of that little group before many days had passed. All that Calypso had said was true, and, faced with his crimes, St. Marc, a self-confessed culprit, hung himself in the jail. Benito fled from the country, when he learned that his heartless plot to coerce the fair girl to become his wife had failed. Then at once all matters seemed to adjust themselves to the welfare and happiness of those who had suffered a common woe and the blighting march of grim-visaged war. Golden-browed peace came in with the forward advance of the banners of the victorious army. Cassandra, Peter, the noble priest—all these, and others of the cruiser’s loyal friends —shared in the newer, brighter life now ushered in. Irene had found a mother, a lover, fortune, home and friends. The gallant Captain Howard had won a beautiful bride, whose tender, girlish heart went out to him with all the fervent joy and gratitude of a pure and intense nature. The Stars and Stripes waved victorious over the golden city of the Montezumas, and the brave Texan cruiser had helped place them there by his dauntless deeds of valor! (The end.)

“Two Little Snobs.”

Titles seem not to make men large of stature or in any way distinguishable in appearance from ordinary men. An amusing example of this lack of visible nobility is cited by an English exchange. The Duke of Argyll was once traveling in a railway carriage with the Duke of Northumberland. At one of the star tlons a little commercial drummer entered. The three chatted familiarly until the train stopped at Alnwick Junction. Here the Duke of Northumberland went out and was met by a train of flunkeys and servants. “That must be some great swell,” remarked the drummer to bis unknown companion. "Yes,” said the Duke of Argyll, “be Is the Duke of Northumberland.” “Bless me!” exclaimed the drummer. “And to think he should have been so affable to two little snobs like us!”

Largest Hospital.

Moscow has the largest hospital in Europe, with 7,000 beds. There are 96 physicians' and 900 nurses, and about 15,000 patients are cared for annually. When a married man is missing from home his neighbors wonder whether he ran away with a woman or from one.

MEN IN CONGRESS.

PROPORTION OF THE DIFFERENT PURSUITS REPRESENTED. Lawyers Have a Lead—Business Men Come Second, Followed by Farmers, Bankers and Journalists, Politicians, Physicians, School Teachers, Etc. Washington correspondence: It takes all sorts of people to make a world, and it takes various kinds of men to make a Congress of the United States. At least it is so in theory, though as a result of observation one would be inclined to the belief that only one pursuit is represented. When it is known that of the next Congress 287 members are lawyers, the preponderance of the legal profession seems to account for the voluminous pages of the Congressional Record, wherein the speeches delivered or prepared by Representatives are published. Somehow it seems that men who have what is called in the vernacular the “infinite gift of gab” make the greatest progress in public life, although the; era of influential speech-making passed years ago. At any rate, lawyers have pretty nearly a monopoly of the seats in' the House of Congress. It seems othl, however, that of all the members of the House only eight are willing to acknowledge themselves politicians, or, in other words, wear their appropriate title. There are, of course, many politicians in Congress, but only eight that will admit that they have no other business —make politics a profession. Next to the lawyers in numerical strength come the business men. There will be fifty of these in the next Congress, a small proportion when it is considered that running the government is a huge business enterprise requiring in its management business sagacity and judgment rather than legal talent. The busi-

PURSUITS IN CONGRESS.

ness men of the country apparently do not as a rule seek political honor, or if they do they have not the skill or time to manipulate political wires, As it is, only one out of seven of the members of the next House will be a business man. The class designated as business men include manufacturers, merchants, railroad men, ship owners, lumbermen, etc. Considering how badly the “politicians” are treated in the distribution of political favors, the farmers have small reason to complain. They stand third on the list with twenty-three members to their credit, which shows that in sowing agitation of agrarianism they have reaped civic honors. By a singular, and not altogether logical coincidence, the bankers and the journalists are tied for fourth place—each mustering twenty-one members. This may or may not be taken as an indication that in popular esteem directors of finances and molders of public opinion stand on an equality. But there is a kind of compensating justice in the distinction conferred upon journalists. Journalists have made so many public men that it is no more than right that public men should be made of journalists. One of the most noted of the journalists in the House, a man who is really a journalist and not merely incidentally connected with the press, is the Hon. Amos Cummings of New York. The entire Maine delegation in the last Congress were journalists, and Senator Hale of the same State owns a newspaper. A long distance behind the journalists and bankers come the eight politicians already referred to, but physicians to the number of seven press the politicians close for fifth place. The school teachers are only one point behind the doctors, and form a class of six members. Five miners make good their claim for seventh place, while two ministers are supposed to be enough to give the lump the necessary religious leaven. At the bottom of the list a solitary actor appears upon the stage of action in the role of a Congressman. If "all the world’s a stage, and men and women are but actors on it,” the foregoing classification of pursuits may be wrong, but only one member of Congress consents to be designated solely as a member of the dramatic profession. Let us hope that this solitary representative is fired by a noble ambition to "elevate the stage” upon which he will strut for a brief period. Returning to the journalistic class it is remarkable how many men in public life, especially from New England, are or have been more or less intimately associated with the press. Of course in the diplomatic and consular service the number is legion; but a fair proportion of our national elective offices have been filled by men who have devoted considerable attention to journalism. , James G. Blaine was one of the illustrious examples. Blaine was one of the editors and proprietors of the Kennebec Journal, and with all his public cares he never lost his Interest in active journalistic work and not only kept closely in touch with the direction of the paper’s policy, but frequently contributed to its columns. The late Congressman Nelson Dingley was editor of the Lewiston (Me.) Journal for many years and was a notable example of a man who could be an indefatigable public servant and a capable newspaper man at the same time.

INDIANA LAWMAKERS

It took a strict party vote in the House of Representatives on Monday to kill an amendment providing that murderers condemned to death in Indiana shall be killed with morphine, instead of by hanging. Dr. Passage of Peru, a physician, offered the amendment and the Democrats promptly made his motion a party measure. The motion was tabled. The proposed change came up in consideration of a bill fixing the Michigan City prison as the legal place for the execution'pf criminals. The bill has been passed by both branches and is now in the hands of the Governor. The bill has direct bearing in the case of Joseph Keith, the murderer of Nora Kefer, who was recently convicted at Princeton. Without such a law there was no place where Keith could be legally banged. The rules as reported by the Lieutenant Governor to the Senate on Tuesday are the same as last year, except that a Senator will not be compelled to vote on a motion in which he is personally interested. The majority of the judiciary committee reported favorably on the bill to admit a culprit to bail pending an appeal to the Supreme Court, except in cases of murder, manslaughter and treason. A minority report opposed it. The report of the committee on organization of courts was read in the House and adopted. The fees and salaries committee reported favorably on Jackway’s bill amending the law fixing salaries of county commissioners? township assessors and trustees, and asked indefinite postponement of Manifold’s measure to compensate certain circuit judges for expenses incurred outside their counties. The corporation committee asked the passage of Clarke’s bill requiring express companies to deliver packages free inside corporation limits of towns of certain sizes. Roads committee was favorable to Kirkman’s bill exempting Spanish-American war veterans from working on public roads, likewise that of Barrier preventing heavy hauling over roads at certain times. 1 Horsfield’s bill prohibiting desecration of the soldiers’ monument was reported favorably. A large number of new bills were introduced. The Senate committee that has been investigating the claim ofP Vincennes University against the State made a report on Wednesday, finding that the State wrongfully appropriated the lands which Congress donated for the establishment of the old Vincennes Seminary; that the money for which the land was sold was given to the university at Bloomington; that the State afterward pafd the Vincennes institution about $60,000, but the property sold was then worth $200,000. The committee then finds that the State is not under any further legal obligation to the university, but suggests a moral obligation which should receive attention. The House killed the bill providing for the listing of promissory notes and other money obligations with assessors, and making them uncollectable if not so listed. The bill providing pay for county councils on a per diem basis also was killed. The commission appointed to investigate the needs of the State institutions made a report, in which a large numbed of appropriations are recommended for repairs and new buildings.-Among other things it is recommehded that the deaf and blind institutions in Indianapolis be removed to some other place, where ground is not so valuable. A peculiar recommendation is that for money -for the purchase of mirrors for the prisoners at the girls’ reformatory, a luxury that they are now denied. The Legislature on Thursday passed to engrossment a bill whiqh will be of great interest to the people of northwestern Indiana. It was introduced by Senator Agnew and provides for a waterway from East-Chicago on Lake Michigan to Calumet river, to be used as a ship canal. Senator Agnew says be hgs heard of no opposition to the bill, whihe provides that on petition of one-third of the affected property owners the circuit judge shall appoint three disinterested persons to assess benefits and damages to pay the cost of the waterway. Senator Agnew says if the measure becomes a law northwestern Indiana will have one of the greatest of inland harbors. The Senate on Friday passed the bill providing for the infliction of the death penalty by electrocution. There were only two votes against the measure. A bill was introduced in the Senate which, if passed, will probably prevent the transportation of natural gas from Indiana territory to the city of Chicago. The present legal pressure at which natural gas may be piped is 300 pounds to the square inch. The bill provides, that gas shall not be piped either within or outside the limits of the State at a pressure to exceed 200 pounds to the square inch and that no pumps or any kind of artificial appliances shall be used to increase the flow of gas from the wells or to force it through the pipes In the Hbuse A. L. Cooper was seated as member from Clinton County and A. W. Kidmore unseated. The former is a Republican. and the contest was decided by a strict party vote. Bills to establish a minimum wage scale of 15 cents an hour on public work, making void a contract by an employe surrendering the right to sue for damages for personal injuries, and requiring safety appliances for steam boilers were reported for passage in the House. The bill prepared by the fee and salary commission, providing salaries for State and county officers, was killed in the House, being the second measure of the commission to meet that fate.

Short State Items.

Peter Staub, 100, Madison, is dead. Indiana glass plants will close April 1 instead of June 1. H. K. Ross’ dry goods store, Sullivan, burned. Loss SIO,OOO. Said that zinc in paying quantities has been found in Carroll County. New Indiana postmasters: Bremen, James M. Ranstead; Whiting, Charles D. Davidson. John D. Stewart, 83, died in Laporte. He assisted in the construction of the first brick building in Indianapolis. Andrew J. Guy, formerly of Logansport, who was one of the heirs to a large estate, but could not be found when it was divided, has been located in a Colorado hospital, in need of financial assistance. Benjamin Miller, father of the four children cremated near Pashan, is a raving maniac and it takes three men to restrain him. He imagines he is still able to eave his children and wants to rush to their rescue.

INDIANA INCIDENTS.

RECORD OF EVENTS OF THK PAST WEEK. Shoots His Wife’s Attorney-Graathum Enjoined from Blocking Midland Line -College Graduate an Expert Thief— Burglars Wounded in Round Grove. Ellsworth E. Weir, a prominent attorney of Laporte, was shot and probably fatally wounded by Joseph W. Brill of Cleveland, Ohio, in the office of Dr. Geo. M. Dakin. Brill attempted to fire a second shot, but was prevented by Dr. Dakin. The wounded man was removed to his home, and Brill, who made no attempt to escape, was arrested by a deputy sheriff. Mrs. Brill, who is estranged from her husband, engaged Weir as her attorney, and in that capacity he visited her at Cleveland. Brill came to Laporte and at onee sent for Weir. He demanded that the attorney sign a confession that he had stolen Mrs. Brill’s affection* Weir refused, and Brill drew a revolver and shot him. Stops War on Railroad. Judge John H. Baker of the United States Court in Indianapolis, granted an order restraining a further blockade of the Midland Railroad on the Grantham farm, in Montgomery County, where the movement of trains had been hindered for about a week. The tracks of the road have been torn up on the Grantham farm by Sheriff Canine, who acted under a writ of ejectment. Then some hotheaded young men from Ladoga blew up two bridges along the line. Grantham and a number of his friends, armed with shotguns and rifles, went to the edges of his farm, where the road enters and leaves, and held back the men sent by the company to repair the track. Th® mails have been carried around the Grantham farm by wagon. College Man Turns Thief. Frank Edmonds, a fine-appearing young man of Tere Haute, and a college graduate of last June, was sent to the prison on a plea of guilty to larceny. He confessed to twelve thefts and put the victims in, the way of recovering their property. His scheme was to hire a team with which to drive into the country and then, driving to another town .forty or fifty miles away, he would sell the outfit. It is not known how many he robbed. He had a deposit in a Springheld, -111., bank for several hundred dollars. Some of the Illinois authorities came here and begged the officials to let the Illinois law get at him. Wounds Burglar at Work. Edward Dolfin of Round Grove* probably fatally wounded one of three burglars with whom he engaged single-handed, and himself received a shot in the left arm. Dolfin and his wife were chloroformed in their house while the burglars ransacked it. The burglars then went to his store near by. Dolfin recovering consciousness, procured shotguns, and finding the burglars at his store, opened fire, causing one to fall. Another fired at him, striking his arm The third carried the wounded burglar to his horse, and they rode away, leaving a trail of blood. Six Men Injured at a Fire. The Marion Pulp Company’s plant was damaged by fire to the amount of $2,000. Chief Butler, Harry Polling, Fred Bennett, Thomas Hamilton and Burr Hamilton of the fire department were badly injured by the explosion of a boiler, as was also William Nessler, manager of the mill. The Wise hoop factory also suffered a loss of $3,000 by fire. Stat® News in Brief. Epidemic of grip at Crawfordsville. Peru will have an independent telephone system. Dr. J. W. Botkin, 85, died at Muncie. He lived on the same farm all his life. Austin Widdens, Connersville, on his way home from the Philippines, died in San Francisco. James Lunday, a showman, was attack-, ed and almost killed by a large ostrich, near Anderson. Walter Hadley, near Danville, son of Judge Hadley of the Supreme Court, had bis arm crushed in a feed cutter. An attempt was made to blow up the Iroquois block, Marion, the finest in the city. Gas in basement was turned on. Ex-Secretary of the Navy Whitney has purchased a farm on the shore of Wawasee lake for a breeding purpose and win ter quarters for his race horses. A new trial will not be asked for William Pherson, convicted in Franklin of killing Milton Knapp. Pherson was sentenced to from two to twenty years. Clayton Hunter, aged 85, for many years treasurer of the Indiana yearly meeting of Friends and a prominent manufacturer, died suddenly at Richmond. Fishing on the great lakes was poor during the past fall, the catches being not more than one-half what they were in the preceding year. Michigan City fishermen fared better than those in Wisconsin. Rural mail carriers threaten to prosecute merchants who fill farmers’ mail boxes with advertising matter. They say they have to remove the “dodgers” before they can see whether there is any mail underneath. T. E. Phillips, Bloomington, has been granted a patent for the manufacture of paper by a secret process. He will utilise the canebrake cane, which grows wild over thousands of acres in the South and can be obtained for almost nothing. A 20-ton cast iron flywheel on a 600horse power engine in the carriage department of the big Studebaker factory at South Bend bonded. The engineer and his assistants were out of the room at the time. The accident caused damage amounting to at least $15,000. Mrs. David Fitzgerald, who died at Decatur, had lived in Adams County since 1827, and had never been more than six miles away from home. Mrs. Dan F. Snepp of Jackson ran a nail in her foot last September, the wound healing nicely. Recently it began to pain her and a piece of her stocking was taken out. Emory Franklin. Jennings County, has found his sister, from whom he Was separated ten years ago in Indianapolis. They were orphans and were sent to different Institutions. The sister is now ths wife of William Powell at Grammar.