Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 34, Number 24, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 22 November 1901 — Page 3

NORA'S TEST

BY MARY CECIL HAY

CHAPTER IV.—(Continued.) “In the pitch-darkness of the winter might I awoke in a great tremor, for some one had come noiselessly into my •room. I don’t know to this moment who it was; for the instant I heard the summons I rose and went to Miss Kate. Mr. Arthur had gone for the doctor. Miss Kate was pressing brandy through the ■closed teeth, the old nurse was chafing one hand; but I saw in a minute that -these things were too late. “ ‘When did it happen?’ I whispered to the nurse. And she whispered back, with her lips quite ■ white, ‘I was asleep. 1 shall never forgive myself.’ The doctor ■came and went through some forms, but ■we knew that nothing could be done now. But we all knew what it meant when he took up the.vial and found it empty. And when he looked from it down upon the old lady, we knew she had died of poison. “On the third morning there was an inquest called, and the young doctor made it all clear enough, and we were all made to help. I don't know what -was said, but everybody soon knew that Mr. Arthur was sorely in need of the old lady’s .money, and very tired of her tempers, and had to drop the poison because Miss Kate had fallen asleep. Something prevented its being possible to end the inquest then —either the great London physician hadn’t finished his examination, •or the sudden heavy fall of snow had kept away somebody who was important —at liny rate, the inquest had to be adjourned. When Mr. Arthur came in, latest of all of us. from this first inquest, I was in the little sitting room at the foot ■of that east tower, sir—you see the two narrow windows? —sitting with Miss Kate. When Miss Kate heard his step, she got up very quietly from her seat and stood with her face hidden on the chimney piece. ‘Don't go, Rachel,’ she. said, very low; but, though she’d been crying a great deal, I saw she wasn’t crying then. “Mr. Arthur came into the house silently, He entered the room slowly and quietly Ah! no wonder we'd all seen the last of any life or spirit about Mr. Arthur! He went up to the fire and. stood opposite Miss Kate, telling her What I’ve said about the inquest. I looked first at one pale face, and then at the other; and then I went out of the room without a sound, and shut myself in my bedroom, and cried for hours. “As I came down again from my room, I stayed at one of the windows on the stairs, and as I stood looking out, Miss Kate’s old nurse came gently up and stood behind me. ‘What do you see?’ she whispered, anxiously. I had seen nothing then; but it made me watch, and in a minute or two afterward I turned sharply round, and, passing her, ran noiselessly downstairs and into the little sitting room where I had left Miss Kate and Mr. Arthur. Miss Kate was sitting there alone, her face bowed in her hands; and when I told her, whispering and stammering, that the house was watched, she only raised it very slowly and wearily, and looked me in the face dazed like. ‘Please tell Mr. Arthur,’ I entreated; ‘please warn him.’ ‘You go,’ she said, almost in her natural tones. ‘He is in the library.’ That’s the room, sir, that I told you with the wide window opening to the steps. I knocked at the door again and again, but got no answer; so at last I tried the handle, and found the door was locked on the inside. When I went back to Miss Kate, I expected her to be nervous and frightened; but, somehow, 1 could not help fancying she was not surprised at all. But when I told this to the nurse, she cried like a baby. ‘lf he attempts to escape on such a night as this,* she said, ‘it will be as if he walked straight into prison of his own accord.’ “Of course I knew, just as well as any one, that no escape could be possible for Mr. Arthur that night. The snow lay quite six inches deep all around the house, and yet there was no hope of another storm which could hide the deep marks which any footstep must make. Hour after hour went on, and Miss Kate

seemed to have no thought of going to bed; so nurse and I sat up, too, listening keenly to every sound, yet dreading, above all, the opening of that one door Into Mr. Arthur's room. It was still about half an hour before the hour at which we had calculated there would be daylight, ■when a long, sharp ring at the hall bell startled us both. Miss Kate had drawn the bolts even before I reached it, and was standing there with the lamplight before her, with her head bent forward, listening eagerly to a man who had come up into the very doorway. I ■oon knew what it was. though I hadn't heard the first words. This man had, as he went round the house even before the. first glimmer of dawn, seen footmarks In the snow, and had traced them from that wide window of Mr. Arthur's room down to the lake. There were no prints of returning steps, and he must be allowed to enter that room. I don’t know what more he said, because that was such a terrible morning for us all. Mr. Arthur's door was broken open—for, though we could easily have walked in through the window, it was not allowed, because of those footprints in the snow—and the room was empty. "They dragged the lake and once, from quite the middle, they brought up Mr. Arthur's coat; but the body was never found. I remember Mr. Arthur's cousin, who came over soon after—he was the gentleman who got the estate and- all the money—said the body was never likely to be found, because the lake was full of ■uct dangerous holes, and I heard the magistrate say so, too. Years and years before one of the children from the Hall had been drowned there, and the body never found. That's the story, sir. Do you wonder that we few servants who had loved Mr. Arthur should have left when he died, even if we had had no other reason?'’ "And Miss Kate?” "Miss Kate,” returned the woman, ■aletly, "went away from the Hall with mt old nurse. I don't know where they •re now, I think her heart was broken. Poor Miss Kate!” ! “Was there no faint chance of thia rfime having been committed by Miss Kate or the nurse T' asked Mr. Poyns.

From Darkness To Light

“They thought of that, sir, as they seemed to think of everything,” Rachel Corr answered, simply; “but they could not think it long.” “I will not ask you any more,” said Mark, his voice full of sympathy, as he rose; “and I am much obliged to you for interesting me so. If I chance to stay in Ireland over to-morrow may I call in again? I have a proposal to make to your son.” “To Micky, sir?” inquired the woman, with a smile toward the sick lad’s chair. “I shall be very glad, sir. He’s like my own, is Micky.” Mr. Poynz, leaning with one haiyi on the kitchen chair from which he had risen, understood, in this speech an unexpressed reservation with regard to her elder stepson, but did not notice it in words. “Then good-evening, now,” he said, and offered his hand both to Rachel and the sick boy. “Micky,” said his mother, after watching her visitor as far as she could in the gloom, “I like him—don’t you, dear? He didn’t look tired of me and my story.” “He knew the house, mother,” observed Michael. “His eyes went roightly to ivery spot afore you pointed it out. I watched him, and I’m sure —I’ve nothin’ to do but watch now. have I? Mother,” he -went on, presently, looking up at her as she stood beside him. “I’ve bin thinkin’ another thing while I listened to ye—it’s little I do but think now. Was that young docthor you’ve bin speakin’ of Docthor Armstrong?” “Dr. Nuel Armstrong—yes.”

i CHAPTER V. Mr. Pennington had performed the usual duty of driving his guest to Lough Erne, and Miss Foster had uttered the usual remarks on Irish lakes in general compared with the English ones, and expressed the usual admiration for both in a voice of calm indifference. And now, glad to feel that the duty drive was over and her box must be packed that night, she succumbed to an overpowering sensation of mental fatigue, and made Celia the recipient of many a languid sigh, as the two girls took their afternoon tea in the quiet vicarage drawing room. "You must come over and visit us,” said Miss Foster, languidly yielding her cup to Celia. "That will be a great enjoyment for you, and do you good.” Celia received this tempting proposal in silence. Of course it would be a gorgeous thing to drive in Hyde Park, and she should be sure to have new dresses to take, and Will was such an old friend; but the prospect had its drawbacks; and, besides that, she knew very well that her parents would not consent to send her, and could not well afford to do so if they wished it. So she only smiled a vague little appreciative smile, and let the subject drop as inertly as most subjects dropped between these two. “And yet,” Celia sighed to herself, “it must be my fault, of course, because Miss Foster is so clover, and so used to clever society, and could, of course, talk so well if she had anyone worth talking to.” A pleasant interruption came at last, and Celia’s first idea was that this was the very pleasantest interruption which could have come. Unheralded by the boys this time, Will came in and roused them in his simple, cheery way; but after the first minutes, while the blush and smile with which she had met him still lingered on Celia’s face, he went and stood at the window, looking out, his light words growing quieter and less frequent. “How very anxiously you have hurried your return!” observed his sister, preseently. “How exceedingly desirous you have been to make yourself agreeable to Miss Pennington and myself!” “Miss Pennington, have I been rude?” asked Will, in his frank, spontaneous way. He was standing opposite to her, and had need only to turn his eyes from the gate to see her face full of pretty, hasty dissent. “I am so used to being here, you see, Genevieve,” he explained to his sister, “that I fell quite naturally into all my old ways, and— — Celia understands.” “When a gentleman is ungentlemanly,” observed Miss Foster, “it is a pity that anyone should understand him.” “I think,” returned Will, “it is far more a pity to insinuate anything discourteous of Celia’s kindness to me.”

“If you were not thoroughly suspicious,” said Miss Foster, coldly, “you would not say such a thing as that. But you always were suspicious, Will.” Before Will’s second prompt rebuke was uttered, Celia had quietly left the room, conscious that family bickerings should, if possible, be conducted privately. “You seem to be watching very anxiously,” observed Genevieve, presently. “I suppose you are in a hurry to go back to What is the name of that Irish girl’s shabby old home?” “Traveere,” replied Will, with placidity. “I suppose you found the parting very hard to-day? Was the good-by exquisitely pathetic?” “I heard no good-by,” was Will’s careless retort. “I shall see Nora again tomorrow, and, beyond that, I hope and trust she is coming to London with us.” “Coming with us!” cried Genevieve, raising her fair, arched eyebrows, and speaking with slow, amused contempt. "There will be more voices than one required to arrange such a ridiculous plan. Do you suppose I would travel with that semi-barbarous girl? If her relations want her convoyed to England, let them pay someone else to see her safely there.” “Mother has given mo permission to invite her,” put in Will, his voice betraying all his own anxiety. .“I telegraphed to mother after you must have left home, and she answered most quickly and kindly. You have no Idea, Genevieve, how anxious I am for poor little Nora to have care and teaching for a time.” “Oh, yes, I have an idea!” returned , Miss Foster, scofflngly. “I am not quite

so dense as you hope. And as for mother, of course, if you took her unawares with a telegram, and put your story plausibly, she would do whatever you wished. You know how easily she is wound around anybody’s finger.” “Hold hard, Genevieve!” put in Will, good-humoredly. “She is our mother, you know, however flexible.” “Remember, Willoughby,” said his sister, with great emphasis, “if you utter a word of this absurd proposition before Mr. Poynz, I shall hold you up to the keenest ridicule.” Therefore the laugh was all gone when Celia came back, and she could plainly see what a relief her entrance was to him; while, in her innocent delight at seeing this, what wonder was it that the girl blushed in simple, frank confession of it, even though Miss Foster's eyes were on her? “See,” she said, as she came up to the window, “there is Mr. Poynz at the gate. I am glad,” she added, simply, turning to Genevieve, as Will passed through the open window to meet Mark, “I am very glad he came this evening.” “Are you?” questioned Miss Foster, concealing her own joy with admirable address. “You see, it is so natural to me to see Mr. Poynz dropping in at all hours for a little music with me, or a chat, that I never could be surprised, as I dare say you are.” By this time Will had hurried down the drive, and Mark, who was not hurrying by any means, had barely passed the gate when his friend’s eager question met him: z “I am glad it is well; I was rather doubtful about it myself.” ’ “No; but really,” persisted Will, eagerly, “what luck have you had? Will the old man listen to my proposal?” “You will see when you make it.” “But you pleaded my cause for me?” “Yes.” “Thank you, Poynz—thank you so much.” Something in the tone made Mark turn to look, and his idea was at once confirmed by Will’s rubescent face. “Not in that way, Will,” he said quickly. “I have only urged the advisability of Miss St. George going to England with you and your sister, instead of with Dr. Armstrong. I am not such a fool as to plead another man’s love-suit, remember that. I don't believe you would ask it of any man; but if you ever asked it of me, I should refuse without a moment’s hesitation.”

“Of course you would,” returned Will, rather dejectedly. “I really did not expect it, Poynz. Is Nora alone with her grandfather at Traveere to-night?” “No; Dr. Armstrong is there.” “You seem vexed about it,” observed hV’ill, astonished. “I should be sorry if she were alone.” “It is a trifling evil—to be alone,” returned Mark, coolly. And by this time they had reached the window, and he was greeting Celia, as she held it open for them to enter the room that way. The dinner at the vicarage on that evening was rather a silent meal. Never a great talker, there was about Mr. Poynz such a keen sense of humor, such quick appreciativeness, and such ready sympathy and clearness of thought that his presence relieved and brightened the most somber table. Yet on this evening Will was thoroughly aware that his silence was the silence not only of deep, but even of disturbed thought. And Will was yet wondering over this when he and Mark and the vicar followed the ladies to the drawing room. “As we have spent a whole day without you, Mr. Poynz,” observed Miss Foster, “you must do your very best now to make up for it; mustn’t he, Mr. Pennington?” she added, smiling at the vicar, and thinking how very little tact he displayed to come and seat himself in the vacant chair beside her. “We sleepy aboriginals,” answered the vicar, “who do not know what society is doing, and scarcely see the Times till it is a week old, can be but dull entertainers. I’m sorry Miss Foster has not had better amusement to-day than we could give her.. I trust you understand, Mr. Poynz, how glad we should have been to see you.” “Your generous hospitality tempted me to take that for granted,” returned Mark, pleasantly; “but, as you see, I am but a moody companion.” “Moody!” echied Will, in utter thoughtlessness. “I’m sure I saw no moodiness in you to-day, as we sat on that old pine tree —you and I and Nora.” If, from a wide repertory of remarks, Will had sought for the one most calculated to annoy his sister, he could scarcely have succeeded better than in selecting this. “Nora,” she repeated, turning to Celia with a smile. “Isn’t that the girl you told me of, who runs wild about the country, and scarcely knows good from evil?” “I —I think ” began Celia; but Will burst into the discussion. “Nora is one of the best girls I know, Genevieve. However she may have been trained, she is as good a girl at heart as ever lived.” “I did not ask you,” smiled Genevieve. “As I happen to have heard a good many stories of your pranks here, and of the similar tastes of this Irish girl, you cannot, of course, expect me to be much impressed by your view of the matter.” “She never did a thing that was wrong,” Will went on, with boyish vehemence; but Mark interrupted him with a quiet remark to Genevieve. "His evidence is nothing, is it, Miss Foster? They were confederates, and 1 dare say he felt his own inferiority, too; for aren't we told that women in mischief are wiser than men?” "She was a very small woman,” said Will, laughing now. “As a child,” observed the vicar, "such conduct was excusable in one who never was trained with any care or experience; but Nora is growing up now, and I should like to see a little more staidness and circumspection.” "I suppose,” remarked Miss Foster, with a smile for Mr. Poynz, “that this girl Ayfind some way of amusing you this morning? You are such a student of character.” "Am I? Then I most go again to improve my opportunities—especially with her grandfather." "He's a very wicked old man, I’ve heard,” said Genevieve, more cheerful now she had won Mark’s entire attention. “Tell me—does he look as curious for a man as bis granddaughter does for a girl?’ "Well, that would be saying a great deal—wouldn’t it? But still he has a curious appearance.”

? ‘Sometimes he wear* aa old browa coat, , Sometimes a pompadore; Sometimes ’tis buttoned up behind. And sometimes down before.’ ” “He’s a fright, of course;” laughed Genevieve. But Will, asleep to the hint so skillfully prepared for him, put in his interruption. “But surely, Poynz, you don't deny that Nora is very beautiful? Why, I never was so astonished in my life as when I first saw her to-day; yet I always fancied I knew how pretty she would be.” “As none of us,” returned Mark, perfectly aware in what mood Miss Foster awaited his reply, “have had your opportunities, Will, you must not expect us to see things exactly as you do. I will either politely adopt your opinion of Miss St. George’s beauty, or be silent about it —whichever you like.” (To be continued.)

A Retort from Nature.

Among the useful results of aerial excursions are the satisfactory experiments in the way of echoes and reverberations. John Mackenzie Bacon had many opportunities of testing the carrying of sounds to and from a balloon at a great height, and Mr. Wise, the American aeronaut, relates a case In point. He was ballooning one day above a dense cloudstream when he heard a cow-bell and the .sounds of a woodchopper’s ax, whereupon to attract the attention of the laborer he shouted “Halloo!” He was immediately answered by another “Halloo!” from the ground. He then asked the question: “How far is this from Lancaster?” and was annoyed by being mocked by his own words. “Being in the clouds,” he says, “and not able to see things above or below, I felt somewhat nettled at this clownish display of wit, and in a very audible tone of voice, while the foregoing was still reverberating In my ear, I sang out: ‘You’re a fool!’ which In a very few seconds was answered by an equally distinct and measured tone of voice, ‘You’re a fool!’ “Then It suddenly flashed upon my mind that it was the echo of my own voice, which opinion was ratified by the dying reverberations of my words, which had now become as numerous as though a whole regiment had caught the watchword and were passing it in quick succession through the whole line.”

Plan Polar Animal Park.

People In Norway are now planning to construct in the northerly district of their country an Immense national park In which animals from the polar regions are to be placed. Hen 1 Mohn, a scientist of Christiania, is the originator of this plan. He points out that there are some polar animals w hich cannot live in the ordinary zoological gardens of Europe, as the climatic conditions do not suit them, and he claims that the north of Norw’ay is the only part of Europe in which a suitable home can be arranged for such animals. He admits that some animals from the polar regions, such as bears, foxes, hares, seals, reindeers, Eskimo dogs and various species of birds, seem to thrive well enough in the zoological gardens in the north of Europe, but he claims that they would be much happier if allowed to rove over a large domain in the north of Norway, and, furthermore, he points out that all attempts which have yet been made to acclimatize the musk ox in zoological gardens have failed, and that only by placing several specimens of this interesting animal In a national park in Norway can all danger of its possible extermination be guarded against.

Feminine Financiering.

Ho—You owe me ten kisses! Pay up! She—Explain, sir! He—l won’em! You know very well I wagered a dozen gloves against ten kisses and won! I She —Oh! but kisses, you know He (firmly)—Kisses should be paid just as religiously as any other debt. She (thoughtfully)—Just the same as a note? “Yes.” "Or a check?” “Yes.” “Or—or a—draft?” “Certainly!” “Then, you poor fellow, I’ll give you a draft on mamma!” (He never smiled again.)—San Francisco Bulletin.

Old-Time Custom in the Commons.

When the House of Commons votes it marches out into the lobbies, where the members are counted by the tellers. The average distance traversed by each member from his seat to the lobby is 240 feet, so that at one all-night sitting recently on an important bill, when 33 divisions were made, each member tramped exactly a mile and a half, without counting inofficial excursion* to the smoking and refreshment rooms. As a division usually takes 12 minutes the house was six hours and a half on its feet that night.

Something New in Surgery.

German surgeons have discovered that the delicate membrane which covers the contents of an egg shell will answer as well as bits of skin from a human being to start the healing of open wounds. The discovery has already been successfully tested.

Wanted to Be Sure of Her

“I want to buy a monument fer Maria's grave,” said the Blllvllle citizen. "A large one?” “Well, I reckon ’bout ten ton will da. It’ll take Jest 'bout that much to hold her down!”—Atlanta Constitution.

It Is to laugh when one sees some theatrical performances advertised under the head of “Amusements.”

ASKS NEW WARSHIPS.

Twenty-two MorU, Vessels Are Recoin* mended by t-ecretary Lone, Secretary Long wants twenty-two additional warships for the navy. In his annual report he asks Congress for appropriations for that number of new vessels. He recommends the construction of three first-class battleships, two firstclass armored cruisers, three gunboats of 1,000 tons trial displacement each, three gunboats of about 200 tons displacement for service in the Philippines, three picket boats of about 650 tons displacement, three steel sailing training ships of about 2,000 tons, one collier of 15,000 tons and four tugboats. In support of this recommendation the Secretary says: “The navy to-day is a far greater factor in our relations with the world than it was before the recent national expansion, which now includes Porto Rico, the Hawaiian Islands, the vast area of land and sea in the Philippines and our obligations to Cuba. If we are to have a navy at all it must be commensurate with these great extensions—greater in international even than in territorial importance. This necessarily involves the construction of more naval vessels, their manning, exercise and maintenance.” In order to provide a sufficient number of officers and men for the growing navy Secretary Long urges an increase of fifty lieutenants, 3,000 enlisted men and 750 marines. The Secretary urges the establishment of a naval rendezvous and a naval reserve. In explanation of the purpose of the former he says: “In such a rendezvous the enlisted men should be made familiar with all the mechanical appliances with which they would have to do on shipboard. There is no reason why boilers should not be set up on shore at such a ‘rendezvous, engines run and all the other appliances of naval machinery typically represented. Such a station would serve for the assembling, recruiting and drilling of the enlisted force from which the crews for vessels would be drafted as required.” The Secretary’s argument for the'naval reserve is briefly stated in these terms: “The results of the Spanish-American war were such as to assure everyone having knowledge of naval matters that steps should at once be taken to meet the one certain and positive requirement which will face the nation upon an outbreak of war —the immediate necessity at that exigent time, if it comes, of a large increase in the men of the navy from an existing reserve—an increase which must, in the main, be made from the seafaring class, who, having acquired the habit of the sea, are at home on the water. “There is no better way of insuring such a reserve than by the measure now urged. Our pressing need is for such a reserve —a body to go to the front on board ship at once upon the outbreak of war, or when it is imminent. Next to this will come the defense of the coast, and for such purpose the naval militia will be essential. I see reasons for both organizations.” Secretary Long declares that American armor plate is the best in the world, and the cheapest.

JEFFRIES WINS THE FIGHT.

Champion Pugilist Defeats Ruhlin at San Francisco. James J. Jeffries, champion pugilist of the world, forced Gus Ruhlin, his challenger, to quit after five rounds of fighting before the Twentieth Century Athletic Club at San Francisco. Jeffries retains his title; Ruhlin is branded as a “faker.” The fight ended abruptly. After three rounds of easy fighting Jeffries pounded the Akron giant to pieces in the fourth round. In the fifth he almost stopped him, according to accounts of the contest. Ruhlin foresaw the outcome. So did every spectator of the 10,000 in the hall. At the end of the fifth round Ruhlin gave up. A blow in the stomach, he said, had disabled him. That was his only explanation for refusing to continue. It is the first time in the history of the ring that a contender for the championship has deliberately quit. Ruhlin is being called a “faker” and a “quitter” and Jeffries says the victory was too easy. Critics are kind enough to say that Ruhlin has been overrated as a pugilist and was outfought. There are others who declare openly that Ruhlin went into the fight simply to get the small end of a big purse; that he knew he was beaten when he entered the ring and that he showed it by quitting when the punishment began. Ruhlin’s career as a pugilist of the first class is ended. His action has given the boxing game in San Francisco a severe blow, and there is already talk of preventing any further contests in that city.

PULPIT AND PREACHER

The Methodists of Wayne, Neb., dedicated a new $17,000 church. The; semi-centennial of the First Free Baptist Church, Minneapolis, has just been celebrated. The centennial celebration of the old Reformed Church, Brookdale, N. J., was begun on last Sunday. The Rev. E. M. Frank has entered upon the rectorship of Grace Episcopal Church, Sheboygan, W’is. Bishop Edsall of the Episcopal diocese of Minnesota has announced definitely that he will make Minneapolis his home. Calvary Methodist Episcopal Church, the largest church of that denomination in New York City, raised $70,000 on last Sunday to clear off the church mortgage. J. 8. Huyler contributed SIO,OOO of the amount. There are twelve vacant pulpits in the Ohio Synod of the Reformed Church, with no young ministers to supply them. The Rev. A. W. McGlathlan of St. Joseph, Mo., has accepted a caH to the pastorate of the Presbyterian Church at Savannah, Mo. The Rev. As Grabowski, formerly of Pinckneyville, has been installed as pastor of St. Paul’s German Evangelical Church, Quincy, 111. * Fifteen years ago there were but fifteen Baptist churches in the Northwest provinces of Canada; now there are 200; With 7(000 members. *

INDIANA INCIDENTS.

RECORD OF EVENTS OF THE PAST WEEK. Boy Kills Himself Thinking He Had Injnrel His Cham-Sick Man Killed by Midnight Intruders—Campbellsburg Citizens Drive Robbers Away. Peter Matyaczko, a Hungarian boy 17 years old, whose home was in Cleveland, and who had been a member of Notre Dame Manual Training School for the last three months, committed suicide at school. As the boys were going from the refectory to the recreation field young Matyaczko, who was quite an athlete, engaged in a friendly wrestling bout with Tom Canty, a chum. In the contest young Canty’s foot caught on some obstacle and his leg was broken at the ankle. It is thought that Matyaczko believed he had seriously injured his friend and that the thought temporarily unbalanced his mind. He left his playfellows and ran to the garret of St. Josephs Hall, secured a 32-caliber revolver and shot himself through the head.

Enrglars Harder a B!ck Man. The detective force of Indianapolis is greatly mystified by a tragedy, in which Mark Burnham was the victim aud two men, whose identity is unknown, the murderers. Burnham had been sick at his home for nearly a week. He and his wife were asleep in the room when two men entered, and Burnham jumped up and ordered them out. One of the men picked up a poker lying by the stoyg and dealt Burnham a deadly blow on the head, which opened the scalp from the bridge of the nose to the back of the head, fracturing the skull. The two men then fled. Bank Robbers Driven Away. A gang of robbers wrecked the Bank of Campbellsburg with nitroglycerin. The noise aroused the citizens, and before the robbers could reach the money in the safe armed citizens swooped down on them from the building. Fifty shots were fired by the citizens, but only one was returned. Their ammunition giving out, the citizens went across the street to replenish and the burglars took advantage of their absence to escape to the northward on the Monon road. Aged Bride-to-Be Kidnaped. Mrs. Sarah Conrad, a wealthy widow living near Flora, was kidnaped to prevent her marriage to Jacob D. Brazzle, a widower and prominent farmer. The wedding was set for a certain night, but some time during the day the children of the intended bride secured possession of her by strategy and have kept her from Mr. Brazzie ever since. The intended bride and groom are about 70 years of age and are among the best known people of the county. Within Our Borders. Fire destroyed the Star roller mill at Mount Vernon. Loss $40,000. Mrs. William Benner, 40, died of lockjaw at Peru, the result of a sore limb. F. J. Tougaw, a Vine.-ones saloonkeeper, seriously shot himself while hunting. Anderson newspaper reporters may form a union. A membership of thirty is expected. Joseph C. Howell, a Scottsburg farmer, killed a golden eagle. It weighed nearly ten pounds. Bert Case, tlje Pennsylvania Central Railway engineer, was badly injured at Middletown. Brownsburg has a new curfew law. Boys of 16 must hustle for home when the bell rings. Joseph Steinmetz, 57 years old, of Evansville, was accidentally burned to death at Waukegan, 111. Fire at Jeffersonville consumed the tailor shop and laundry connected with the State reformatory. The William Downs sawmill, near Rochester, was destroyed by fire, entailing several thousand dollars loss. John McCrory, a farmer of Tipton County, says he is being cured of cancer of the liver by drinking buttermilk. Willie Randall, aged 5, fell on a sidewalk at Evansville and his nose was torn off. Physicians say he will die. In South Bend George Parr’s 4-year-old daughter set fire to her clothing while playing with a jack-o’-lantern, and was burned to death.

Two of the fire cisterns in connection with Indianapolis were wrecked by a gas explosion and two members of the city repair gang were fatally injured. A bottle picked up on the beach at Santa Barbara, Cal., contained the following: “Frank Moran of Marion, Ind., lost at sea. Please notify Marion Leader and News.” Jackson township has a freak oil well. Pumpers are producing a new substance that resembles ice. The stuff apparently exists in great quantity and the operators are at a loss to account for it. At Shoals while youngsters were playing in the streets Hiram Todd, 10 years old, opened his pocketknife, with the remark, “I’ll stick a knife in you,” and plunged the blade into the breast of Harley Franklin, 9 years old, causing fatal injury. The daughter of John 11. Lewis of St, Louis, who committed suicide at Jeffersonville several weeks ago, is investigating her father’s death. Her father left home with good clothing and considerable money, and his body was found shabbily dressed and penniless. Newton Innes was shot and instantly killed by William Mohler, the city marshal of Atlanta. Innes bad been drinking, and when the marshal attempted to send him home Innes drew a knife and slashed the officer across the arm. Mohler drew his revolver and fired, the bullet piercing Innes' heart. The trousers factory of Harrison 4c Rudd at Evansville was destroyed by fire the other night. Loss $100,900, insurance $40,000. Several hundred peopln are thrown out of employment. Charles W. Baker, a printer, and Ralph Hill, a clerk in his father’s store at Frankton, started out to see the world, unprovided with funds. They left ostensibly to visit relatives in near-by cities, but the first heard from them was mailed at New Haven, Ky. The second news came by wire, saying that Hill had attempted to board a moving train, and had fallen under the wheels, losing