Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 34, Number 82, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 13 June 1902 — Page 2

CHAPTER X. I had noticed during my conversations nritfc Mias Traill that day that her hands iwara aa formally gloved aa though she {had been at a dinher party, Instead of having merely dined en familie in a quiet house, which was, in all probability, to <be her future home; and at breakfast next morning I observed that her right t wrist was bound round and round with narrow strips of sticking plaster. 4 “Isn’t it a shame?” she apologised. •'Naughty mongoosie has scratched me fwith his sharp claws. Last night I managed to hide it with a glove, but at breakfast that will hardly do. I hope nobody •Binds the sight; it’a sure to be quite eight again in a day or two.” I thought that the wrist seemed badly swollen, and an angry red showed between the strips of plaster, while Miss Traill herself looked far from well. At luncheon she did not appear, and I heard from Lady Towers in the afternoon that she was ill, had taken to her bed, and the doctor had been sent for. “Poor Miss Traill!” the little woman exclaimed excitedly. “Dr. Hasbrouck •ays that she has torn the flesh on some ■bits of rusty metal, and that, unless her blood’s in a better condition than he fears it is, the consequences may be serious. Isn’t that odd, too? for I heard tier say only this morning the scratches bad been made by the mongoose. Of course, after that, I had to go up and see the poor creature. She was in such hn •xeited state, especially when she heard Td been talking to the doctor. She muttered something about being a prisoner to ber bed for an indefinite time. Then •he asked me, very quick and hurried, to tear out the pocket of the dress she had last taken off. It was hanging over a chair, as though she had expected to get ®p shortly and put it on again. ‘Tear out (he pocket!’ said I. And, I 'must confess, I thought, and think still, she had gone off her head! ‘Why not let me give you what’s in the pocket?’ She glared •t me as though I’d made an insulting remark, and then said no; it must be the pocket itself, and before any one could come into the room. It was a fancy, and >1 knew, didn’t I? that sick people must be humored. I assure you I didn’t lose •ny time tearing out that pocket and banding it to her. She snatched at it, •nd tucked it under her pillow, and in an Instant more Consuelo had come in with lavender smelling salts. I couldn’t help wondering what was in that pocket.” Leaving Lady Towers, I made my way to my own room. Suddenly a black figure appeared at the window and I recognised Pauli a.

“Paula!” I exclaimed, ‘*how did you come here?’’ . . “Through this window,” she said. "I wished very much to see you, and I thought you would come here sooner or later. I watched Uncle Wilfrid and the others drive away. And now I have found you. Yet it is difficult to speak. O, Terry, can’t you guess what I’ve come to say?” Her voice was gentle and cooing as it had never been before. “I cannot guess, Paula,” I said, trying not to speak with too marked a coldness. “I am afraid you will have to tell me what you want of me.” She laid her hand on mine, and its palm was dry and burning. "I want your love, Terry!” she cried In a thick, choked voice. “I’ve come to beg you to take me back again; yes, even on my knees, if need be! Oh, yes, I know what you would say. I know I wrote you that I never loved you. I may have thought so then, for I was mad with jealousy and hatred of that other woman who had come in my way. O Terry, you are above other men in everything—the handsomest, bravest, the noblest, the strongest! Take me back, or I shall die!” “For heaven's sake, Faula, what are you saying?' To my horror, she was on her knees beside me, covering my hands with kisses hot as fire. “Don’t say that you have given your lore to anyone else. It isn’t so long since I went away, since we were bound to marry each other. I will be gentle, sweet —anything you like, if only you will say that all shall be as before.” “Not on your knees to me, Fnula! Rise, I beg of you.” And I would have lifted her to her feet; but she clung round me, weeping tears that seemed to scald my hands as they fell upon them.

"I will not get up until you have forgiven me for everything, and promised me your love. After all, no harm came of my sin—for sin it was, I know, and knew it then, in shutting that woman in with the tiger. I shall kill myself if you won’t take me back! Terry, can’t you see that my heart is breaking? Why don’t you answer me?" "I can't answer as you wish,” I gently said. “You don't know what you ask.” “Why not? Is it so hard for a man to love me? There is Mr. llaynes-Haviland —handsome, rich, clever, and of good enough birth on one side. At one time I thought, out of ennui and sheer spite •gainst you and Uncle Wilfrid, I might consent to marry him, as he has begged me a dosen times to do. But you—you love Consuelo Hope?” “It would do me no good if I did.” “Ah, what a cruel answer! Now I know why you turn against me. You think only of her.” She stood up and faced me, looking straight Into my eyes. “Cold as leer* she cried. “And for this, as for all the other troubles I 1 have known, I must thank that woman —Con*t»lo Hope.” - She turned and was gone like a flash, springing out of the open window on to the grass. Moat probably abe had expected me to follow her, but it was the •na thing which at that moment I could .aot do. 1 walked to the window and .looked out after her—no more. Thera waa a rustling in the thick cur

WOMAN IN GRAY

BY ROBERT ESTES DURAND.

tain of vines that had draped the house for generations as I stood there and involuntarily I turned my head with a wary glance, thinking that possibly there had been an eavesdropper, and our conversation had been overheard. But I saw nothing, and in another moment the insignificant circumstance had passed completely from my mind. I was lost to everything save the memory of the pcene I had Just passed through. I heard a faint creaking of the floor in the main body of the room, outside the Ingle, where I now stood, another close behind me ere I could turn, and a sharp, deadly pang Bhot like redhot iron through my back and side. I fell forward on my face, striking my temple a violent blow, and knew no more.

CHAPTER XI. I cannot tell how long I lay there, between the fireplace and the high oaken seats which presented their carved backs to the main portion of the room. What, at last roused me to consciousness again I do not know. But I awoke suddenly, as though from a long sleep, with heavylidded eyes already staring open. I had been stabbed in the back! Who could have been my enemy? Who had struck me? Would it ever be known? Then I began to wonder at the strange condition in .which I now lay. Hours seemed to pass. Yet it may be that my torture'' was measured by moments. I "cannot tell. But at lengllt Tlicard the sharp opesmg bT ¥ih>or: ‘Thank heaven!” I said, mentally. “Some one has come —one of the servants, perhaps—and will see me lying here. I shall be got away from this place.” t I could see no one, but in an Instant I heard Paula’s voice speaking. She had come back again I Perhaps she had never gone at all. “It was good of you to come with me,” she said, in a soft tone that yet did not somehow ring true. “I wanted him to tell you himself. It would have been his wish as well as mine, but he is not here. Ah, I am disappointed!” “Is there anything, then, that you yourself would care to say to me, Miss Wynne, or shall I go, and wait till another time?’

It was the Woman in Gray who spoke, and 1 felt instinctively that Paula meant to lie to her. “No, stay, if yob please,” muttered Paula, shortly. “Well, Miss Wynne?” ' “I wish to tell you that my cousin, Terence Darkmorc, and I shall probably renew our engagement. If we do, shall we bare your good wishes?” “Yes.” “And yet you schemed to part us —you did part us for weary months. You tried tp win his love away from me for yourself.” “Miss Wynne, you Insult me!” “I insult you—you! Why, you cannot be insulted! Oh, if I could only prove half the things that I suspect against you, what a triumph that would be for me!” / A cry of warning, in common “humanity, rose choking to my lips. But they were sealed; I could not utter it. “Prove theml” she was repeating with passionate emphasis. “I will prove them —nowl What do you think Mr. HaynesHaviland, the stepson of the old woman murdered in this house, said to me: ‘Let me once tear off that glove of pearls she wears, and we should stand on equal ground.’ I will tear it off, Consuelo Hope, as you call yourself. I will know the secret of the pearls, and cry it out to all the world!”,

“Stop!” said Consuelo, with a voice that rang clear as a bell. “Touch me at your peril! That glove upon my hand means not so much a secret as a solemn vow, and I would give my life sooner than it should be torn away until my mission be accomplished. Remember that we are both women.” “I remember nothing save that you have stolen from me the love of the only man in the world for me. It has been a trial of skill between us two before; now it is a ” A scream ended the sentence. J caught the flash of a glow, a jangle. The speaker had swept over an alcohol lamp that stood lighted on a little stand near the smoking table. Shriek after shriek cut through the still air. Paula had been made aware of her own peril. The red light moved here and there, flitting over my eyes. I knew that the miserable girl had lost her presence of mind, and was running to and fro. “Help! help!” she was crying. In a moment more she had aimlessly rushed within my line of vision, and, to my horror, I saw that she was enveloped from head to foot in little writhing flames. She was retreating from before the Woman In Gray, who swiftly followed. “Are you coming to kill me?” Paula screamed.

“No, to save you!” replied the clear, calm tones of the other. “For your life, stand still!” There was a whirl of some large, dark object, and she had firmly enveloped Paula jn tho folds of a great Indian rug. “Lie down on the floor and roll yourself In it. It is your only chance.” The voice was stern, and eompelled obediencc. “It is all out,” Consuelo said at last And there was a strange quiver in her voice. “You are safe. Are you in pain?’ “I don’t know. Everything is whirling in my brain. Oh, I would far rather have died than be saved by you! How dared you—how dared you gave me?’ “It was norwTßSly foryou. ~l{ was’for my own sake that I did it. >'ou need feel no gratitude to me." “Nor do I feel any. Why was not Terry here? Why should it have been yon? Go, find him for me. But no—yon shall not! Ah, you, too, are burnt. Your hand! The pearls are gone!” Her cry degenerated Into a veritable snarl of hate-

ful triumph. "Now—now you aha 11 not escape mel I shall find out alii” “What! are you less than human, Paula Wynne? I take no credit to myself that I have saved yon, but the fact remains—l did it! Would you at this moment, when I am faint and suffering the misery of burns which I got in helping you, take advantage of me? It can’t be! You would not be a woipan if you could do such a thing.” “I can do it, and I will! I am suffering, too. We are equal, then. I have not a scruple in the world. Oh, you tigress, how you fight me! Ah, I have done it! I have seen. I have seen! You are at my mercy now.” There fell a silence as ominous as the lull in a tropical storm. Then Consuelo spoke, and a stranger would scarcely have recognized her voice. “Yes; you have seen. You intend to profit by what you know; but you are terribly mistaken. It is not I who am at your mercy, Paula Wynne. You have done that which an angel from heaven would find it hard to condone. At your mercy! Why, it is you who are at mine!” “What do y<fu mean? Why do you look at me like that?’ “I mean,” and Consuelo Hope spoke slowly, each syllable ringing clear as a silver bell, “that you shall never leave this room until you have sworn, by such an oath as even you will not dare to speak, that you will tell to no one the secret you have been vile enough to force from me.” Paula laughed defiantly.

“How will you keep me? I have just shown that I am as strong as you are—stronger, perhaps.” “Still, I tell you that you shall not go. How do I mean to keep you? You shall seel” I saw nothing, but I heard the flying rustle of skirts, the quick flight of highheeled shoes across the polished floor, the turning of a key in the lock of a door, and the slight metallic grating as it was drawn sharply forth. “She will go out now by the window 1” was the thought which swiftly crossed my brain. And I was sure that the Woman in Gray had only just intercepted her at the door. But again there was a silken rustle and rush, and the window slammed violently shut. It lockaa jQ remembered, in a very curious, old-fashioned way. But did either ConsueloTd'f” Pau la know this ? “Give me those keys,” Paula said doggedly, as though between set teeth. “I will not give them to you until I have made you swear an oath you cannot break. Nor can you take them from me, try as you may. You know that. You have only to look in my face to see it.” “You are more demon than woman. But lam not afraid of you. What if you have shut me in? You"have shut yourself in also. I will scream for help. Some one must hear me, and then ” “At present there is no one in the house, for you yourself said that Mr. Darkmore had gone away. And all the servants are probably out until dinner time.”

“Help! help!” Paula was beating cn the heavy oaken door. But I knew that there were ten chances to one against her being heard. It had come to a duel between the two. And it might be that, in her not ungenerous passion, the Woman in Gray would blindly deal justice upon her foe in a way that would leave Its mark while life should last. I lay there in the deepening shadows, supine, helpless, agonizing at my own impotence. And then there rang out a short, stifled cry from Paula, and there was the sound of a fall. At that, with an effort which seemed to bring on ooze of blood like sweat through every pore of my skin, I burst the bonds of that strange and dreadful spell which had held me In a living death. A groan broke from my lips. At last I was enabled to move, 1 tried to rise, but fell again, knocking down to the floor a pile of books which only that morning I had left lying upon the lngle-seat; and consciousness ebbed from me for the second time that day.

CHAPTER XII. “Mr. Darkmore —Terence, speak to me! Ah! who has done this thing?” The words seemed part of some vague dream of pain and renunciation. I wished to open my eyes, but a leaden weight pressed them down. Then I became conscious that my head was supported by a warm and supple arm. Finally the power came to me to lift my heavy lids. •It was as I thought—Consuelo Hope was bending over me. My eyes fell upon her hand, which had once been covered with the sheath of pearls. Round it was wound a lace handkerchief. “Can you speak to me?” she said again. “You have lain here in need of help, and we did not know. And there is blood — some one has done this—how—who?” “I don’t know,” I said in a voice that sounded hoarse and odd in my own ears. “Don’t think of me —now—but of yourself. Where is—she—Paula?” “Do you want her?” she asked. “She can hear you as you speak. She should come to you. This place by your side is hers by right, and she shall have it. Come, Miss Wynne. Your cousin asks for yon. Do not let our quarrel stand between you. Some one has done a terrible and cowardly thing. Your cousin has been struck by an enemy, in the back. Go free, and do with the knowledge you have gained of me as you will. Only go and get help for Mr. Darkmore. Here are the keys.” She put up her free hand to the bosom of her dress, and took out the keys from their place of concealment, holding them at arm’s length for Paula to come and take them from her. But Paula made uo sign. “If it Is that you do not wish to come near me, you need not be subjected to that discomfort,” the sweet, calm voice went on again. And'Consuelo threw the keys to a distance, so that they fell upon the floor with a jingle and a crash. Still Paula did not take them. And there was not the rustle of a movement, or a sound of any kind. The stillness was suggestive. I remembered the fall I had heard just before I htyl fainted. What if Paula were not now able to take the Woman in Gray at her word? “Why—does she not come?’ I managed to gasp, fighting with the horrible weakness which sat like a great, soft, living weight upon my breast. “What has happened?' , ‘v “Your cousin hides herself,” she pronounced contemptuously, and then, as if scorning to seek for one-who childishly persisted in concealment, she picked up the keys to the door, which she unlocked and threw wide open, with a backward glance, as though half expecting

Paula to make a rush past her for lib* ertjr. .. Preaently, when five, or possibly ten minutes had passed, footsteps came running along the picture gallery outside, and there appeared two of the servants in the doorway—Wemyss, who had come down from Portmau square, and my uncle’s own man, Harris. “Before you touch me,” I said, “search this room. Don’t let a corner, or any possible lurking place, be forgotten. I must know whether anyone besides myself is her&” “No, sir,” saind Wemyss, returning to bend solicitously over me, “there’s not a living creature in this room the size of a mouse. And the windows barred across, so he couldn’t have got out that way, the brute! He must have gone through the door into the picture gallery, sir, but, thank goodness, there’ll be a hue and cry out after him before len& Could you give any description of whai he was .like, sir? Oh no—perhaps it would be better if you kept quiet and didn’t try to talk.” (To beircontinued.)

JUGGLER HARD TO SUIT.

Balanced a Piano nod Girl Weighing 42 Kilos on His Chin. A peculiar case has come up in Rome. A circus manager, Auguste Fredianl, had a contract with an equilibrist for ten representatives, the latter to receive £4 for each. The chief feature of his exhibition of strength was to be an iron rod, balanced on his chin, supporting a piano and a girl playing it, who weighed forty-two kilos. All went merry as a marriage bell until when on the eve of departure for Rome Rofiz, the equilibrist, telegraphed from Tarls that the pianist had fallen ill and he could not fulfill his engagement. “Never mind,” was the answer, “I will find some one here.” And then the weary search began. Women and girls of all sizes and weights were brought forward, somo of fifty kilos, some of twenty-five and one of thirty-two, but Rofiz stuck to his forty-two and would not give way an ounce. - "At last one day the required fortytwo kilos, minus a few grammes, was found, and It was arranged that she should wear a little more jewelry. All seemed in train when it was suddenly discovered —as a kind of afterthought —that the lady could not play the piano. “That makes no difference,” said Fredianl, “let her pretend to do so and the orchestra will do the rest” “Not at all,” retorted Rofiz, “her playing herself Is part of my exhibition, so play she must.” Rofiz says he was brought to Rome under false pretenses, says the London Pall Mall Gazette’s correspondent In Rome, and is suing Fredianl, and all for want of a musical lady who weighs forty-two kilos.

Romance and Reality.

Gone arq the romantic notions connected with the St Bernard dog when located on his native mount In the summer of last year a traveler began the ascent to the famous hospice. An hour’s climb from the pass he was stopped by a dense fog. He waited gleefully, expecting to be rescued by the dogs. The dogs did not come, however, and, the fog partly lifting, he resumed his climb, and finally arrived at the hospice, where he was welcomed warmly by the brothers. His first question was: “Why did you not send the dogs out In so dangerous a fog?” He nearly dropped from his chair when one of the brothers said: “You did not telephone to us.” “Telephone to you?" he ejaculated. “Yes,” was the answer; “you see, shelters have been built all along the mountain, and each shelter has been provided with a telephone. If a fog comes up all one has to do is to go to the nearest shelter and telephone. We Immediately send a man and dog to that shelter. The dog carries bread, cheese and wine. As we know at jtlat What shelter the climber is, no time is lost In looking for him.” The traveler was so disgusted that he left Switzurland at once.

How Leap Year Started.

Hampson, in his “Medli OEVI. Kalandarium,” quotes the following quaint tradition from an old Saxon treatise: “Some assert that the bissextus or leap day comes through thjs, that Joshua prayed to God that the sun might stand still for one day's length, that he might sweep the bestthen from the land that God had granted him and his followers. It is true that the sun did stand still for one day’s length over the city of Gebasn, but the day went forward In the same manner ns other days. And the hjasixtus is not through that, as some do think.” In France and some parts of Spain and Portugal there exists a tradition known as “the ghost of leap yea*.” Believers In this say that a marvelous monster annually appears on leap day and disarranges human affairs for the remainder of the year, r

Somersaults for Fat People.

The latest London novelty is the “somersault cure” for fat women. A West End surgeon's house has been fitted up as a luxurious gymnasium, where aristocratic patients turn somersaults, on Swedish principles, In the hope of reducing their obesity. The “cure” is sala to be most efficacious.

Fine for Poor Illumination.

At Newcastle (England) assizes Justice Ridley Imposed a fine of (50 on the court attendant for failure to have the courtroom sufficiently lighted. A threat of the same hind Ly Justice Lawrence at Leeds assizes led to prompt Illumination.

Expansion in Sydney.

Sydney, the capital of New South Wales, Is working for a greater Sydney through the annexation of outlying suburbs and towns. .

WAS BLOWN 1,400 FEET.

W. B. MORGAN.

W. B. Morgan, the only survivor of the explosion in Fraterville mine at Coal Creek, Tenn., was blown 1,400 feet to the mouth of the mine, where he was found. He was in two previous mine disasters, of one of which he was also sole survivor. His leg was shattered, bis back sprained, and he was injured about the head.

URGES RETURN TO THE FARM.

James J. Hill Addresses Illinois Merchants' Association. James J. Hill in an address at the annual banquet of the Illinois Manufacturers’ Association urged a return to the

J. J. HILL.

ness, while a population without lands is a howling mob. In support of his argument that agriculture is the basis of commerce the president of the Great Northern Railway and his men in the Northern Securities Company called attention to the need of material aid to irrigation. He compared railroads to schools and religion as among the great educators of the people. He said: “For the first time in the history of this country thousands of our farmers are seeking homes in the Canadian Northwest, owing to the cheap lands offered in that country and to the difficulty of securing such lands in the United States. “A wise system of irrigation by the general government can be made not only self-sustaining but a source of income. Lands that without irrigation are given away or sold at a nominal price can bo sold as fast as they are furnished with water at $lO an acre or upward and the cost would be little, if anything, more than half that sum.”

FIRST LADY OF CUBA.

Simple Life of the Wife of Cuba's First President. A quaint little woman, with raven hair and dark eyes, is Mrs. Tomas Estrada Palma, wife of the first President of the

Cuban republic. Mrs. Palma is n woman of simple tastes. She is still the loving wife of the country schoolmaster, and she does not seem to think that the political honors thrust upon her husband entitle her to hold her head any higher. Mrs. Palma shrinks from pub-

lic attention. Her desire to escape. it is honest, and she resorts to many subterfuges to avoid it. For nineteen years she has been living in the little village of Central Valley, about fifty miles from New York, whei* her husband taught school. Mr. and Mrs. Palma have six children, and they are indeed a happy family. Mrs. Palma would not have exchanged her simple New York home for the palace at Havana were it not for the devotion of her husband to the island for whose freedom he struggled as an unselfish patriot, being finally driven out by Spain.

The Comic Side of The News

Lucky we don’t have to eat coal. Hailstone stories double in size for each hundred miles they travel. Down in Martinique they are suffering principally for the things that money cannot buy. Mouut Pelee is not yet in n mood that would encourage basket picnics on its shady slopes. In the coal situation all is quiet. The coal dealers are putting up the price aa noiselessly as possible. That Franco-Russian alliance has to be kept pumped full of mutual compliments to make it run smoothly. Considering that their cause has been regarded as a wreck for some time, the Boers saved a lot out of it.

Cuba is shifting for itself, but it would not be safe for any of the big boys to throw stones at it, just the same. Several weeks of talk about the Philippines gave the Senate a glorious chance to rub the mold off its stock of platitudes. About a year ago Kansas was suffering from a drought. Now no Kansas homo is considered well equipped without a boat. Martinique might be a sufficiently rowdy island to keep the world’s anarchists amused if they were to bo colonised there. Doubtless the wretchedly poor walking between Martinique and solid ground Is what keeps the inhabitants of tho inland from going where they could read about the volcano. A Michigan man who had not learned to spell In his yonth left SOO,OOO for a home for “indignant” women. The female portion of bis heirs are now prepared to prove that they are “indignant," they having been cut oat by the will.

farm as a means of livelihood. The banquet was held at the Chicago Auditorium and business men from all points of the State attended. Mr. Hill declared lands without population are a howling wilder-'

MBS. PALMA.

DECLAREWARUNJUST

INDIANA DEMOCRATS IN CONVENTION DENOUNCE IT. ) Platform Is Most Bitter —America, the Champion of Freedom, Declared to Be Engaged in Unholy Work—Tariff Reform Urged—Nominations Made. Indlahapolis correspondence: The Indiana Democratic State convention opened in Indianapolis Wednesday. Chairman Kern made a vigorous speech, in which he scored the Republican party for the Philippine war, for fathering trusts and for failure to push tariff reform. The platform, which was read by Mr. Snively, was a vigorous document, in which the present national administration was strongly condemned. The Philippine policy was assailed bitterly. The platform says on this point: “We hold these truths td be self-evi-dent, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. That to secure these rights governments are instituted among men, deriving their just power from the consent of the governed. Therefore, we condemn and denounce the Philippine policy of the present administration. It has embroiled the republic in' an unnecessary ,war, sacrificed the lives of many of its noblest sons and placed the United States, previously known and applauded throughout the world as the champion of freedom, in the false and unamerican position of crushing with military force the efforts of our former allies to achieve liberty and self-government. “The Filipinos cannot be citizens without endangering our civilizations; they cannot be subjects without imperiling our form of government; and as we are not willing to surrender our civilization, to convert the republic into an empire, we favor an immediate declaration of the nation’s purpose to assist the Filipinos to establish for themselves an independent government, protecting them from outside interference, and securing to this country, such commercial and moral rights nnd ad? vantages as would be just and fully and fairly protect American interests.

“We hold in reverence the valor, patriotism and services of the soldiers and sailors of the republic, and will, at all times and in all places, give our unswerving and enthusiastic support to our army and navy, which have always and everywhere maintained the dignify, power andi honor of the American people. The beautiful shaft that rises above the capltol of our commonwealth is a worthy monument to the glory of those silent of Indiana who so freely offered their lives to secure the perpetuity of our free institutions. We favor liberal pensions to the soldiers and sailors of the republic and their descendants.” Touching upon the tariff question, the platform says: “We denounce the Dingley tariff law as the breeder of trusts and demand that tariff duties shall be levied for the purpose of revenue only and limited by the needs of the government honestly and economically administered.” Of trusts it says: “We denounce the Republican party for its surrender to and alliance with the trusts, and we favor such legislation as will suppress and destroy all trusts Or combinations to control the production and the price of commodities." The convention then 1 proceeded to the nomination of a candidate for Secretary of State. Alfred Schoenover of Attica and O. L. Ballou of La Granfe were placed in nomination. The result of the first ballot was announced as follows: Total, 1,547; necessary to a choice, 774. Schoenover, 828; Ballou, 719. The former was declared nominated and upon motion of Mr. Ballou the nomination was declared to be unanimous. For State Auditor James P. Riggs of Sullivan was nominated by acclamation, there being no other names presented. Jerome Herff of Peru was nominated for State Treasurer by acclamation. Adam Heimberger was nominated for Clerk of the Supreme Court by acclamation.

For Attorney General but one name was presented, that of William E. Stilwell of Gibson County. There being no other candidate the roll call was dispensed with and Mr. Stilwell was nominated by acclamation. For Superintendent of Public Instruction, Samuel L. Scott of Jeffersonville and James L. Glasscock were placed innomination. The first ballot resulted: Scott, 829; Glasscock, 718. Upon motion of Mr. Glasscock the nomination of Mr. Scott was made unanimous. For State Statistician P. S. Downey of DeKalb County and Myron D. King of Marion County were nominated. Mr. Downey withdrew before the roll call and Mr. King was nominated by acclamation. Edward Bassett was nominated for State Geologist by acclamation. For Judge of the Supreme Court T. E. Howard of South Bend was unanimously nominated.

Bright Youth.

Stern Father—But you have no money. If you marry my daughter you will have to live on wind. The Young Man—Thank you, sir. Then I may count on you to rnlse the wind, eh?

A Hard One.

Mrs. Van Boaster—George. the N baby Is just beginning to take after you. Mr. Van Boaster—ln what way, my dear? Mrs. Van Boaster—He began crowing this morning.

Business of Nobody.

The train rushed out of the tunnel into bright daylight and slowed up at the station. "Sawyer, Sawyer!" called the brakeman t_. An extremely pretty woman turned round Indignantly and exclaimed: “I don’t care if yon did. We're married.”

A Breakfast-Table Decision.

“I understand that Jenkins took the thirty-third degree.” “Yes. His wife says It must not occur again.” ,