Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 34, Number 92, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 18 July 1902 — Page 2

CHAPTER XXL— (Continued.) I did not even stop to see whether or »o he was looking back after me —instinct told me that he would do so —but having proceeded at a good rate of speed for five and twenty yards, I suddenly turned aft the road and darted in among the pine* which, on one side, densely lined the way. I forced myself to wait' until he had fully twenty minutes’ start. He must have been in the house for jsome time now, I told myself, and would have entirely abandoned all idea of my return. In the excitement of the moment it was very probable the doors would not have been locked, for in so isolated a place—and a place of so evil a repute — there would not be much danger of more visitors for the Spider Farm that night. At all events, I must take my chance. Very carefully I picked my way, in dread of the dog, which might be abroad for the night, and which would certainly raise its deep-toned voice at any unaccustomed sound. But the noise of the wind and rain was in my favor. A gale blew among the pines on the hill behind the house, and the rain rattled against the bricks as loudly as though each drop had been a hailstone.l stole nearer. The front of the house was barred and shuttered as before. Not so much as a gleam of light came from clink or crevice. * ... . . > Softly paddling over the wet gravel and (through mud to the back of the house, ■round the path along which I had boldly walked in the morning, I was successful ku reaching the window of the kitchen. |The shutters were only half closed, and Ithough every other window was pitchy |black, through this one filtered the dull {yellow light of a single lamp. At first I could see no one, only the fare walls and a few sticks of old furniure already familiar to me. I knew ghat Jonas Hecckleberry’s pallet on the (floor was below my line of vision, unless tt climbed up, and this I dared not do, |for fear of the noise I might make. Un |the table was the doctor’s bag. ' Evidently Mr. Nobody had received the •expected welcome, I thought, and is the |words formed themselves in my brain the [door from the passage into the kitchen [opened and the doctor himself came in. Ille was accompanied by the old woman, land I could see the shadow of the dog [moving along the opposite wall. I The doctor set down the candle on the (table; he then walked over to that part Us the room where I knew the sick man lay, and looked down regarding him. (Presently he flung himself into a chair, (with a stretch and a great yawn, which (sounded plainly in my ears through the [cracked panes of the window. “That’s over!” he exclaimed. “It’s a ■nasty sight. If Jonas and you aren’t fareful, there’ll be some more digging to |be done under the pines. But we’ll get Jonas round again before long.” _Z_“That’a a lovey,” crooned the hog, ‘warming her lean fingers at the kitchen gauge. “Yes, I always was a lovey, wasn’.t I? ■TYou couldn’t get on very well without one, anyhow. A clear case of luck 1 had the appointment with Jonas to-day,” (went on Mr. Nobody of Nowhere. “1 [should like to know how he fared last "night, and what he got out of her. Confound him for getting into this mess, and keeping me waiting!” “Who’s ‘her’?” curiously queried Granny. • - ■ . I thought that I could have answered the question, and my blood grew hot [with w rath against the doctor. “Never mind ‘her.’ I say, old girl, listen to that rain outside. What does this inight remind you of?” “1 don’t know. The rain makes my bead feel queerer nor ever. I can’t call up nothing at all.” “See if 1 can’t help you. Think back ‘—not many years ago. You'd just moved faito this house, and things weren't settled yet. None of ‘them’ had come here. A dark night, and the sound of the gale tu the pines. A carriage drives up to [the door. Ngt from Market Peyton—)»h. no! and what wouldn’t the gossipknongers there have given to know what [was in it? Y’ou ran out to the door to •meet it. The wheels and windows are •plashed thick with mud. The driver gets down off his seat •” “Yes. yes. I remember!" shrilled the old "woman, frantic with the joy of recollection. “The driver —that was you.” “Right you are. Nobody else could be trusted. And what does the driver fetch •ut of the carriage? Can you tell me that?" “A woman. I thought she was dead •t first. Her face was white as the •now that lies out there among the pines in winter. I took hold of her hand to •ee whether, it .was cold, and—ugh! 1. jumped as though I’d been beat with my •_wn whip I used to think so much of in •hem days, when 1 see what was on thut hand.” Involuntarily (at the words which told pie of a surety that the conversation was (veering toward Consuelo aud her secret t—that which Paula had called the “secret of the pearls") I drew back a step (from the door. There was a faint creakj responded to it with a bell-toned ■ote. b • “What's that?” demanded Mr. Nobody •f Nowhere, sharply, and his chair scraped as he rose hastily to his feet. "I didn’t hear anything, but Grim did." “Law, it’s nothing!” whined the old woman. “Grim’s always doing that, and givin' me a start, it Jonas Is away.” « “I*ll take a look out into the passage, nevertheless,*’ said the doctor. And 1 Beard hfs footstep moving across the uncarpeted floor. , “Don't trouble,*’ Granny returned. “If *twas anything, *twas upstairs.” “Ah, if that’s all!” ejaculated the man. with a sigh of comfortable satisfaction, *1 dare say you're right. I won’t bother, Mtnu Now, for a bit of bread and

HE WOMAN IN GRAY

BY ROBERT ESTES DURAND.

I had a reprieve, and my “cue” as well; so, without another Instant's hesitation, I set out upon my way upstairs. I felt my way along the landing, and at the top of the short flight which wound above I took out my match box. I struck a wax vesta, and began a deliberate survey of my surroundings. Jonas’ room, from which I had taken the bedding, was the first to the right, and a long, narrow passage, with four or five doors on either side, running from the back to the front of the house, lay straight before me. t On the left the passage was divided midway by another, the entrance to which gaped darkly, and I could see that there was a descent of a shallow, worn step or two. On the opposite side, according to my calculations, there should have been a similar intersection; but instead there was an additional door—a low, broad door, such as might be expected to give access to an attic or store room, painted a dull blue, and secured with rusty bolts aud bars, as though to stand a siege. “Beyond that barrier,” I said to myself,'thoughtfully, “lies the heart of the mystery of the .Spider Farm, _____

CHAPTER XXII. Skirting along the bed, I easily reached the wall, and so went shuffling on, until my fingers came in contact with a window frame. This room was, I conjectured, at the front of the house. I remembered that all these windows had been shuttered, and that, unlike the majority of houses, the shutters, of solid wood, were on the outside. It would be, I thought, almost too good to be true that the fastenings should prove to be such as I could tamper with from within. If it were so, it would scarcely have been worth the doctor’s while to bolt the blue door upon me, knowing well enough that I was riotthe sort of man to mind risking a jump for dear life from a first or second story window. I was not surprised, therefore, when my hands told me that iron bars had been placed closely together inside the window, which must have been shuttered before their insertion, and would thus be now impossible to open. Bars, for some reason, had been required. Had they been made visible from outside, questions might have been raised in the minds of chance visitors. Consequently, the heavy shutters had bdbn drawn together to hide the prisonlike effect of the cage within. Knocking against an occasional chair, a dressing table with a tilted mirror, and a large frame set high upon,, the wall (which, apparently, surrounded a painting on canvas), I ascertained during my peregrinations that there were two more windows, both shuttered and barred, and a low door which led into a cupboard. The door I opened, and the perfume of cedar rushed out. I felt gropingly about the interior, half execting to find that a door led through into some other room, and thus, despite the bolt that I had hopefully shot, I should be open to invasion from the enemy. But, so far as I could tell in the dark, there was nothing of the sort. Across the back there were hooks, ana on two of these bung some garments, long, and soft to the touch. I now knew my environment as well as I could before morning should send a few penetrating shafts of light through the chinks of the wooden shutters, and a certain hopelessness settled down upon me as I thought of the long, weary interval. A heavy stupor was upon me. I must sleep, I felt. Once more ascertaining that the bolt was fully shot, I found my way to the bed and flung myself down. WKeli I opened my eyes again a gray dusk had replaced the darkness. A few cracks in the shutters admitted enough light to show me my surroundings. I rose from the bed and began examining it. The huge ark evidently belonged to some period of furniture manufacture with which I was unfamiliar. There was no valance shrouding legs and space underneath, but the bed itself was made in the form of a huge box. Head and footboard were extensions of a solid, carved block of black oak. Four tall posts supported a carved canopy of oak, and cheap, faded curtains of some dark green woolen stuff depended from them. The door of the cedar cupboard was ajar, as I had left it in the night,, and a roll of something white, fallen from a hook to the floor, had been dragged partly out into the room. Half mechanically 1 started to walk across aud examine it, The white object which had fallen to the ground was a species of dressing gown of cheap lawq, which looked as though it might h’ave been purchased ready-made froth some country shop. But it could never have been (intended for Mrs. Heckleberry or her "clever daughter, Naomi.” There seemed to be a certain grace aud distinction about the •imply fashioned garment as it hung over my arm. My very fingers tingled as I asked myself if these folds had ever draped the form of Consuelo Hope. 1 knew that the Heckleberrys held some secret of hers. I suspected that the beautiful woman who had been brought under some strange circumstances, still a mystery to me. Into this hateful household was Consuelo herself. And if so, 1 might easily believe that in this room she had spent the period of her residence. I could but pray that it had been brief. Reverently now I replaced the white robe on the book at the back of the cupboard. Beside it was suspended a dark traveling cloak.. with a deep, gathered hood. Gently I lifted one of lt« folds. To my surprise, it was crusted with patches of long-dried mud of a rather peculiar color—deefl yellow, with a vein of Bo heavily was the back of the cloak coated with it that one might have

fancied that the wearer, wrapped In ft, had lain on ground which was sodden with standing pools of rain. ' The shelves which lined the tipper half of one side of the cupboard were empty, save for a bundle and a bottle or two, one of which held a few dregs of bright rose-colored liquid. Mechanically, I took it up and looked at the label: “A teaspoonful to be taken on every return of the fainting symptoms?’ Another, ranch smaller and half full, was ominously marked “Laudanum, poison,” and behind it lay a roll of some rough material. Long, stout pins field it in place. Styongly impelled, yet not knowing why I troubled myself with such a trivial thing at such a time, slowly I took them out. Then I unrolled the thing itself. It fell down before my eyes as I held it up, in awkward, creased folds, which for long had not been freed from their restrictions. “Great heaven!" I ejaculated. And my voice echoed dismally through the big, desolate room behind me. I was looking at a dress such as is worn by women in English prisons!" I staggered back, a great wave of enlightenment shooting as an arrow through my brain. I was out in the main room before I knew it. A thousand vague fancies and suggestions flashed into picture forms, hideous and tragic, and all bore some pattern or texture of that omlnons prison dress! Suddenly I heard a movement. Its echo, jarring and dull, seemed to permeate the wall nearest to me. I ran my eye up to where a single piece of drapery hung, and moved a chair towards it. I mounted it, and mechanically, expecting nothing, yet finding all! For the drapery had concealed a window, very small, but looking into an adjoining room, and I found myself peering into a space which was faintly lighted from some larger space beyond. In its center was a couch, and upon it, slumbering restlessly, though heavily, was a woman, fair, though disheveled, graceful, though her attitude was one of discomfort and pain. I recognized this person, this prisoner. I had discovered the latest secret of the obnoxious Spider Farm. It was Paula. (To be continued.)

HAD A “STRIKE.”

And One Was Enough to Cure Senator Vest of Liking for Tarpon Fishing. In a cottage down on the east coast of Florida, some 250 miles south of Jacksonville, Senator Quay Is eujoying life. His place is about thirty or forty acres in extent, and except for the cottage in which bls son Ilves he has no neighbors except Florida “crackers.” Within a mile of the house, however, is Indian River hamlet, where the tide rushes in and out with the velocity of a mill race, and where the tarpon is to be found in proper season. It is the tarpon which attracts Senator Quay to th 6 spot. No matter who is his guest for the time being, Senator Quay goes fishing by himself. Thus it was that one day Mr. Quay was off in one boat, while Senator Vest, who used to make a bluff at catching tarpon, was in a launch. On this particular afternoon Senator Vest was seated by the side of the boat, with the line wrapped around bls hand. He had been waiting for two flours for a “strike,” and as nothing seemed to be doing he had tied the line to his hand and was quietly dozing in the warm sunshine. Then something happened, says the Washington Post. Mr. Vest was suddenly pulled out of his seat, and turning a somersault fell in a heap on the floor of the boat. When the boatmen went to pick him up the line was running out over the gunwale with the speed of greased lightning. “What was that?” asked Vest as he slowly righted himself. “Tarpon,” said the guide laconically. “Tarpon?” repeated Vest. “Tarpon? Well, I’ll be • Ben,” he added, as he squinted his eye toward the clear heavens, “I think it is going to rain. Let’s go home.” Arid by that time the big flsh was a mile out at sea. •

Easily Remedied.

-In the middle of the night Mrs. Carter smelled gas. She had a habit of spielling and hearing thirigs at hours when most people are peacefully asleep, says the Baltimore Sun, so when she shook her husband and tried to wake him to the present danger, he suspected that it was the same old story, and refused to come out of his dreams. Finally Mrs. Carter herself crept downstairs to investigate. Returning with great excitement, she shook her husband vigorously. “What’s the matter?’’ he murmured, sleepily. “John, there’s a leak in the gaspipe in the kitchen. If It isn’t fixed we shall all be asphyxiated.” “Uin-m! ’Spbyxiatcd?” “Yes, burry!” “Leaking much now?” “Not much, but it's dangerous. John, you’re going to sleep again! Go down and fix It.” “Oh, put a bucket under it and come to bed!”

Threads from Tarantulas.

Tarantulas are now bred in Australia for their webs, the filaments of which are made into thread for balloons. Each tarantula yields from twenty to forty yards of filament, of which eight twisted together form a single thread of sufficient stoutness, and it is much lighter than silk. When you swear, ever notice how guilty you feel? If you do not feel ashamed when you swear, you are not a decent man. Still, there are men who swear in the presence of women and children, and seem to think it “smart.” Men of this sort never amount to anything; they never learn. If the newspapers didn’t roast the effiee holders some of them would never get done. ■A woman shouldn’t attempt to look coy after she Is thlrty three or four.

FARMERS GORNER

A» Automatic Tank Vulve. Regulating the flow of water Into troughs and tanks is something which, causes farmers more or less anxiety end trouble. In the plan as illustrated, the water pipe enters near the top of the tank, which places the valve out of water, thus relieving it of all danger frolh rust or the collection of sediment Such a valve may be bought at any hardware store. The pipe may enter nearer the bottom of the tank and if the valve is kept clear the device will still serve its purpose. Another point in its favor is that if desired, the valve can be closed just as effectually when the tank is one-fourth full as when filled to the brim. The lower half of the long, jointed lever connecting the valve and float

has a shorter one attached to it the upper end of the latter having a number of holes in it By having a hole in the upper half of the jointed lever and using a pin, the angle at the joint can be changed at will. Making it as large as possible will necessitate the float being lifted near the top of the tank before the valve is entirely closed, but by decreasing the angle the valve will be closed, while the float is still near the bottom. A sealed can or bottle makes a good float. A board or block of wood soon becomes soaked, and in consequence its lifting power is greatly diminished—A. L. Williams, in Farm and Home.

To Prevent Soil Washing. Soil washing, to a greater or less extent, takes place on 75 per cent of rolling farms, according to one writer. Where it occurs the very best surface soil is washed into the valleys, leaving the bare and much less productive clay on higher land. As a certain portion of all farms must be kept under grass it is advisable to allow steep inclines to remain in blue grass or some form of meadow. Such places furnish a good location for trees. These will not only prevent washing, but will tend to modify the climate by affording protection to stock and checking the heavy winds at all seasons of the year. In any case these slopes furnish excellent sheep pasture so that the land may be made quite as profitable as any that is under the plow. Where it is necessary to cultivate hillsides it is a good plan to plow under coarse manure, as this will prevent washing. In some instances it may be necessary to throw brush Into the gullies and stake it down.—lowa Homestead.

Feed Trough for Young Pigs. One of the difficulties in feeding young pigs is seeing that each has a fair share of the slop. At the ordinary trough the stronger pigs will drive the weaker ones off and they fall to get enough food to keep up their growth. A trough designed to accommodate eight small pigs is eight-cornered and is made of inch lumber. The sides slant about as those of the ordinary V trough. A spout is fastened in the middle, into which the slop is poured, which runs down into the trough. To make this trough first construct a bottom sixteen inches in diameter. Nail two-by-four pieces around the bottom and use ten-inch boards for the sides, nailing them securely. No. 12 wire is stapled around the top and also around the outside, about three inches down from the top. Nail stout braces from

FEED TROUGH FOR PIGS.

the center spout, about seven inches from the bottom, up to every other corner of the trough, making four braces and giving between each room for two small pigs to feed.—lndianapolis News. What Pays? The cows on many farms would be considered first-class producers if each cow’s product amounted to 200 pounds of butter per year, yet it is claimed by some of the best dairymen that 200 pounds of butter per year from a cow does not pay. Those who aim to make the most butter from their herds have the standard up to 300 pounds per year, and some fix the limit higher. Every farmer can have the individual members of his herd reach that amount by breeding for better cows every year. When Horses Bolt Their Food. Horses that are greedy and inclined to bolt their food should be fed grain In a wide bottomed manger, and even

then It is well to place a few large pebbles in the bottom the size of a man’s fist or larger. This compels slower eating and secures better mastication. Propagating Grape Vines. To layer a grapevine to obtain new vines to set of some choice variety, let a branch run until there can be about six feet of it placed on the ground. Then pinch off the end, which will throw the growth into the buds along the cane. When these are well under way place it in the soil about two or three inches deep in a trench about four Inches deep. In a few weeks the trench may be filled level with the surface. By fall there will be roots from every joint, and they may be separated from the parent stem and from one another and transplanted where they are wanted. This is less trouble and more sure than growing them from slips, which should be cut In the fall after the leaves drop, and heeled in. The tops Incline toward the north' at some place where they will be sheltered and not molested during the winter. If wellripened wood of this year’s, growth is used, and one or two buds left above ground, with another below, most of them will be found to have rooted in the spring. It one has but a parent vine of a good sort, or can get the branches that his neighbor cuts off when he cuts back in the fall, he can soon start a vineyard at no cost but a little labor.— American Cultivator.

To Kill Cabbage Worms. One who knows says that hot water at 140 degrees applied with a sprinkler will kill the worms and will not hurt the plants. But be careful not to apply it at a temperature much higher than 140 degrees. The condition of the wind and weather at the time and the distance the water travels from the sprinkler to the cabbage all must be considered. It is possible to cook the cabbage with water at 150 degrees, and it is possible to use water at 200 degrees without damage. Paris green and London purple can be successfully and safely used In fighting cabbage worms. The best way to apply these Impalpable powders is to put one part of Paris gren or one and a half parts of London purple to 100 parts of flour and dust it on. For this purpose a dust sprayer is convenient. For small gardens an insect powder sprayer is the thing. There is no danger from these poisons, as the leaves dusted are not the ones eaten. They should not be used on plants used as greens.—Farmers’ Guide.

Keep the Cow’s Tail Clean. The simple device here illustrated can be used In nearly every cow stable to keep the tails clean and prevent the

cows from switching during milking in fly time. A piece of heavy cord, with a loop in each end, is fastened above the cow at a and the other end slipped around her tail as shown. When she lies down, this

will keep her tail out of the gutter and filth. When about to milk, haqg the cord over a beam or hook at b, which will pull the tall above harm’s way.— New England Homestead.

Killing Peach Tree Borers. For the last eight years I have set peach trees every year, and I never fail to make a thorough application of the tar. With an old paint brush I put It upon the trunk of the trees before setting, spreading the tar from the roots up the trunk from eight to twelve inches. lam carefuj to remove any borers that may be In the trees, as they come from the nursery. I keep In mind this fact that the coal tar will not kill the borer, deeply burled under the bark, but will prevent the moth from depositing its eggs at the base of the tree. The application of the tar must be made annually thereafter, being sure to finish the work before the moth begins to fly, which I believe is from June Ito 15, usually. In making these annual applications it is necessary, to Insure success, that the earth be removed down to the roots.. The bark from the roots up eight to twelve Inches must be completely covered with the tar. In case the tree is suffering from the effects of the shot-hole borer or fruitbark beetle, I know of nothing that is equal to the coal tar as a remedy. In case of mechanical Injury to a tree the tar is better than any paint or wash we have ever tried.—O. J. Farmer.

Tar Preparations for Mange. 4 bulletin from the Nebraska experiment station strongly advocates dipping with coal tar preparations to cure mange in cattle. The author claims that the liberal use of dips will lessen abortion in range cattle, which, he holds, is often due to weakness resulting from mange. Agricultural Notes. Muskmelon blight has become troublesome in some localities. In cultivating onions care should be taken not to work the soil to the bulbe or to hill them. In seedlpg sour (acid) land to timothy lime should be thoroughly worked into the soil before the seed Is sown. For late strawberry crops a northern exposure, clay sol! and late varieties are recommended by the New Jersey station. How long to keep a cow depends upon her work. Age should be given no consideration as long as the old cows are giving a profit All varieties of grapes may be propagated by layering, and many, like Norton Cynthiana, Scuppernong and other hard wooded aestivalis varieties, cannot easily be propagated otherwise.

INDIANA INCIDENTS.

RECORD OF EVENTS OF THE PAST - WEEK. Woman Faats for Three Month*— Passengers Dahgerously Wounded in. Street- CarFight—Victory for Indiana Brokers—Girl Commits Suicide. After a fifty-three days’ fast Mrs. Wanda George of Muncie, who at 81 claims to be the oldest Spiritualist medium, although still alive, is reduced to a skeleton. When she started she was a hearty woman weighing 210 pounds. While living in Chicago five years ago she prophesied she would soon be stricken blind. Now she is the victim of a strange disease which has baffled the skill of all available specialists. She fasts not because she wants to, but because she is physically incapable of taking any food. Her daughter, Mrs. Ella Phipps of Chicago, is with her. Battle with Colored Thugs. When the interurban car on the Indianapolis and Greenwood Line reached Southport at 3:30 o’clock the other .afternoon three colored men got aboard and refused to pay therr fares. The conductor and motorman tried to eject them and a fight ensued. When the negroes were finally ejected John Foster of Greenwood was found lying in the center of the car dying from two bullet wounds in the head, and Frank Seiling was unconscious with a bullet in his head. The negroes were captured after a chase of a mile across the country. Indiana Brokers Are Victors. Judge John H. Baker of the United States District Court in Indianapolis refused to grant the injunction against Indiana brokers asked for by the Chicago Board of Trifle against the use of the board’s quotations. The defendants claimed the board was a huge gambling affair and had no rights. Judge Baker said if he granted It the injunction would injure the defendants’" business. The court declined to give an opinion as to whether the Chicago Board of Trade was a gambling scheme.

Think Boy Was Murdered.

The body of Frank Ganger, aged 16, and son of Emanuel Ganger, a prosperous farmer living near Goshen, was found floating in the race. His parents think he was murdered and thrown into thewater. The dead boy’s face was crushed in and the body was in the canal many hours. The. case is shrouded in mystery and the police and coroner are investigating. They are convinced he met with foul play. Girl Burns Herself to Death. Maud Fritz, daughter of Hiram Fritz of Kokomo, committed suicide by fire. She went to the woods, ostensibly to pick berries. In a secluded thicket she saturated her clothing with coal oil and ignited them. When found she was running through the woods screaming, with clothing all burned off. She died the next day. She w’as a member of Kokomo high school. One Jail Breaker Caught. Joseph Herbert, the murderer who escaped from jail at Washington with Bill Edson and others, is behind the bars again. He was captured by half a dozen young men at the home of a relative in the city. He was surprised and could make no resistance. Since being locked up he acts like a maniac. His trial probably w, : X not be resumed before the next term oi court.

Within Our Border*. In a wreck on the Broad Ripple and Indianapolis Electric road near Broad Ripple one man was killed and nine badly injured. Alma and Ada Kilgas, 10 and 8 years old, near 'Reynolds, were drowned by stepping into a washout while crossing a field covered with water. The Marion City Council passed a resolution declaring the Union- Traction Company’s franchise forfeited. Sult for $50,000 damages will be filed. Archer Wade, 23 years of age, shot and fatally wounded James Owens at Martinsville. It is alleged that Owens was jealous of Wade’s attentions to his wife. After having roamed the streets as an insane person, and doing many things of a disgraceful nature, Joseph Winters, a glass blower of Anderson, suddenly regained his reason. He was so mortified when told of his actions that he said he would kill himself, and he did so by deliberately stepping in front of a Pennsylvania train at Renner. Jack Winters of Jacksonville, 111., made a balloon ascension at Lafayette. His parachute did not come loose and he clung to the balloon until he struck the ground. He was not fatally hurt. An unsuccessful attempt was made to kidnap Ethel, the 10-year-old daughter of Mr. and Mrs. George Paris of Vincennes. A man, whose description cannot be given, raised the window at the side of the child’s bed and lifted her out. She screamed and the would-be kidnaper dropped her and ran. There Is -no clew to his identity. Hiram Glissom, a wealthy farmer near Goshen, unmarried, aged about 50 years; was attacked by burglars, his home ransacked, and when be refused to state where his money was hidden he was gagged and bound and locked in a bedroom.: Glissom managed to crawl to the bedroom window and, although his hands were tied behind his back, he finally managed to open it and fell out. He was but scantily, clad and it was raining hearily at the time.. Hopping with tied feet,, Mr. Glissom finally reached the house o£ a neighbor a quarter of a mile distant,; who released Glissom and provided him with clothes. The robbers left no clew but. Baltimore and Ohio Railroad lanterns. I Mrs. Lydia Pullom, agent for the Monarch Book Company of Chicago, attempted suicide in a Muncie department store by taking chloroform and laudanum upon hearing that her husband was fatally injured in a railroad wreck at St. Louis.! There was a disastrous wreck on the Cincinnati, Richmond and Muncie Railroad at Isocost Grove. An excursion train carrying Lutherans to a picnic col-* tided with a freight train. August Kamp, Jr., a passenger on the excursion trains was caught and fatally crushed, dying In, twenty minutes. Several others wen injured.