Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 39, Number 104, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 September 1907 — Page 6

A SMILING VILLAIN.

CHAPTER Vll.—(Continued.) It wu a novelty to Moyra to have to •bey a law, but she submitted meekly to the gentle-handed giant who was evidently determined to have his own way. Prirately she thought it was rather pleasant to obey now and again, and she certainly enjoyed the conversation that went on .around her, smiling in a very frank and friendly fashion each time she met Angus' grave eyes. She almost forgot the worry that a certain brown paper parcel lying •n the hall table at home had caused her. They had coffee and sandwiches, according to a time-honored custom, in the vestry, where a large party assembled, »( which Terry was the bright and shining light But when they returned to the church the workers began to drop off, and then Moyra insisted upon helping. No one approved Terry's work upon the choir stalls except himself, and she was busy there, with Mr. Robertson near enough to break stubborn pieces of holly and drive in necessary nails. - The church dock struck the half-hour after two as Aileen emerged from the porch. She shivered a little and drew quickly up the hill. She had not gone tar before she met Mrs. Charteris, a at out, phlegmatic lady, a widow with little interest in life beyond herself and her fat, wheesy pug. As in duty bound,- Aileen Stopped to exchange the seasonable greetings and to inquire after the lady’s health. “I hear your son is away again,” she said, thinking that she ought to mention him, although she had only seen him once since his return and had promptly dubbed him shallow and superficial. “You will be lonely without.-him," “He was away .so long that I have grown accustomed to his absence,” was bis mother's not very affectionate reply. “No—l don’t think he'll be back for „Christmas. Ilia movements are very uncertain. I find it suits me better not to expect him. I have a weak heart, you know" —smiling with complacent sadness. "A very selfish one!” was Aileen’s inward comment, as she went on. She had no great love for Mrs. Charteris, and her recollections of Bertram were vague in the extreme. She had been a school girl engrossed in classes and exams, when he had left home; hut aha had a vague idea that he had gone away under a cloud, and that Moyra had been his especial friend. Ailfen had been walking more slowly, her hands in her muff, her eyes downcast ; but instinct told her that she had reached the avenue. Mechanically she put out her hand to push the gate open, when, to her intense astonishment, it was seised and held in a close grasp. Her startled eyes met the gaze of a pair of laughing ones that yet had a little confusion lurking in their depths.

CHAPTER VIII. “Oh!" gasped Aileen; then angry resentment crimsoned her face and flashed in her eyes. “Oh, how dare you! This is abominable! I- —I—if is persecution!" “I'm very sorry,” said the young man humbly, for the eyes were those of a well-set-up, broad-shouldered young fellow. “I—I —thought you saw me and—and —wanted to shake hands.” “You didn’t! You knew perfectly well 1 would not condescend to do such a thing! I wander you are not ashamed of yourself!"—with a withering glance. “1 was going to open the gate.” ‘Then you do live at that house!” the young fellow exclaimed. “This Is grand luck! We live at the other, you know. The doctor has ” “I don't wish to hear,” Aileen interrupted icily. “I don’t know you, and I haven't the least desire to know you.” She passed through the gate which he held open with all the dignity she could muster, and after a second he followed her. They walked along the avenue for some distance in silence. Aileen's head was held very high; she absolutely disdained any notice of the young man. “I say !” he exclaimed abruptyl. “1 really think you’ll drive me crazy!” she cried. “You’ve made me the laughing stock of the ’varsity!” “Oh, come. Miss Beresford!” “Well, of my friends —which is still worse. You have positively persecuted me with your odious —yes, your odious attentions and letters and flowers, and—and everything else. I’ve hardly dared to go out alone because of you, and the worry and anxiety have told on my health and, what is worse, on my work. I could almost believe that you do it on purpose to sppil my chances for the tripos. And now you begin the same thing here, where I did hope to have a little peace. It is more than ungeutlomanl.v—it is caddish!” The color mounted to his forebmd as they confronted each other, yet his eyes met hers without any hesitation. “Well, I’ll acknowledge all tliat,” he said slowly, thrusting his hands deep into bis pockets, “and I’m aw fully sorry about the beastly old tripos if you are so set upon it, though why a pretty But that’s nothing to do with it, I suppose:” —looking at her imploringly. “Certainly not!”—with much decision. “But, after all, am I so much to blame? After that blessed doy when you were nearly drowned —I mean ,of ebursit was blessed for me, that is. Oh, confound it all! Yon know what I’m trying to tell you.” A very fain, smile, instantly sup pressed, flickered at the corner*- of Aileen's mouth. Mr. I ley wood Fenton saw It and took courage once more. “You know how it was ble**ed for me; it was 1 who got you out, ,-*nd, badly as I’ve behaved, you won’t deny I saved your life? From the minute I got you on to the bank and carried yon to that cottage,' with your cheek resting on my •boulder and your poor little hand- *’ “There is c© necessity to go ino detail*,” Aileen interrupted, hlndiing hotly. “Yon w*!a kindly remember that 1 was partially unconscious.’’ “I’m very thankful yon were, or you would never have let me hold }*•% Well, from that minute it was all uy vit’j me.’’ “I am very aorry. It is to be trusted

By VIOLET M. FLINN.

that your friend who rescued Miss Thornes was not similarly attacked? Trinity roust have been In a had way last term *ith two such sighing furnaces in adjacept rooms.” “Oh, I knew you would laugh, but I don’t care! If making fun of me could do it, I should have been choked off long ago. Hobson is already engaged—lucky beggar!—and, if be wasn’t, Miss Thornes wouldn’t get him. Fancy any one falling in love with that grim austerity! That’s rather a good phrase, is it not?” He paused for a reply, but, receiving none, continued hurriedly. “You won’t deny that you were very grateful to me and made yourself as sweet and charming as you could while we waited .for Hobsdh to come back with , the cab,-and ‘the austerity’ was waiting upstairs while her things dried. You don’t deny that, do you?” “Naturally I was polite and very thankful to you for having saved my life. It was a matter of common courtesy. I should have been as grateful, I hope, to a sweep had he rescued me.” “You liked me a bit better than a sweep,”- he 'answered gloomily. —- The color rose in Aileen’s face; she looked a little confused, and. her answer was not quite so prompt as usual. L_ “All, this is beside the question,” she said, speaking with all the unconcern she could muster. “You saved my life, I acknowledged my obligation; but that didn’t form sufficient ground for you to declare —such nonsense !—that —that—”

“That I worshiped the ground you walked on, that I had tried every means in my power to get properly introduced to you. as that seemed to be the principal objection in your mind then. But I knew no one at either Newnham or Girton —I never could stand a clever woman -t4H I - .met = you.” — ■- “I told you the matter had gone far enough,” Aileen” interrupted. He tried so take her hand, but she drew it back with a jerk, and he exclaimed with real alarm ; “Don’t tell me you hate me! Dont" tell me you really don’t like me!” “Of course I don’t hate you! Why should I? I know nothing about you. I can’t accept or refuse you—now can I? I’ve only spoken to you once before. I don’t want to get married. No, of course I don’t hate you, but you are so foolish!” —speaking with a disjointed jerkiness very different from her usual fluency. “I dare say I might like you if you were not so ridiculously foolish. Oh, I can’t stand talking all day! Besides, we’ve not been introduced’’—and she turned away and went on to the Rectory, with a nervous little laugh and a lightness of heart that was not befitting the "attitude she ought to have assumed. At that moment she felt only a girl, and it was the sight of an envelope addressed to her in the close, cramped writing of Prof. Lewisson that reminded her that she was the chief pillar of the cause. She opened the letter mechanically. “He is good-looking, and he really Is very much in love. What an absurd boy!’’ She gazed unsoeingly at the card. “This is absolute weakness!” she exclaimed suddenly. “I am behaving like a silly, sentimental school girl. I will write to the professor to-night.”

CHAPTER IX. Moyra was the last of the decorating party to return home. Tea was nearly at an end when the Rector appeared. The younger ones had gone off to finish the house decorations, taking Angus and Terry with them. Bride and Aileen had refused to join them so soon. The Rector was in high spirits. “I’ve been to the big house,” he announced, not noticing Aileen’s start. “They are delightful people. The house is furnished in perfect taste. They might have lived there for years. I saw Mr. and Mrs. Fenton. She was the daughter of the Earl of Beckenwith, but .she has dropped her title. lie is a quiet, gentlemanly fellow.” The Rector had evidently enjoyed his visit and formed very favorable impressions of his new parishioners. The alterations in the house and gardens had evidently taken his fancy, and he talked about them until he lmd finished his tea and risen to leave. Then he observed casually—“Ob, the Fentons have got a daughter about Delda’s age, Moyra! They have only a son and this child. I asked her to come Across to-morrow evening after dinner and make friends with our youngsters. We may expect her about eight o’clock for an hour or so. her mother slid. By the way, Aileen, the son is up at Trinity. Do you know anything about him? The father seemed to imply that he was rather well known there.” “I suppose he is,” Aileen said carelessly. “He rowed in the ’varsity eight and is captain of the Rugby team. He'll never- do anything in the other branches of collegiate education.” “Well, two blues ought to be enough for any man! I promised Mrs. Fenton you .would call as soon as possible, Moyra. You might go as well, Aileen. You and young Fenton might have some cornmod interest.” lie set his cup down, rallied Bride on her quietness, and departed to his study. A minute or tw<) later Aileen also went away, and Moyra and Bride were left to-, get her. It was the moment for which Moyra b*-t been an» < '>usly waiting, and yet now that it had come she felt a sudden painful nervousness cam* over her. Suppose Bride were to keep silent! She looked anxiously at the girl who sat in the circle of the firelight, her cheek resting on her hand, her eyes fixed on the ruddy heart of the fire. The suspense was sickening, the reaction almost as painful, when Bride said abruptly : “I’ve had a lovely present, Moyra! Bertram lias sent me a beautiful book of tMema, and—and such a nice note. Would you like to see it?" —and shyly Bride drew the precious parcel from its hiding place. “1 did not want the others to know." she said, as Moyra took the book'. “They laugh and tease so and 1 don’t

want to be teased about Ber —it Isn’t it lovely?” “It is beautifully bound," Moyra agreed, turning the pages ‘over, her lips coropiewing as she saw .that here and there verses had been lightly penciled, and sometimes a note of a vaguely sentimental, strictly impersonal character had been written. The poems were the productions of a minor* poet whose claim to long life was entirely due to his printers. “Very charming—beautifully got,up!” she commented aloud. “It is a pity the poems are not more worthy of the care expended on them.” “I thought they were beautiful/’ Bride said meekly. “They are so nice and short, and there are not many of them.” "All recommendations in your eyes, eh, dear? Well, it of Bertram to send them. I suppose he wanted to make some acknowledgment of our kindness, to him. and he thought the poems would find the most favor in yotvs eyes,” Moyra said, hating herself for speaking so. “And what does he say in his letter?”—holding up her hand as a matter of course. Bride hesitated, but lifelong obedience prevailed, and she slowly gave the note into the outstretched hand. “Don’t —don’t criticize it, Moyra,” she whispered, and then hurried from the room. - It was a very clever letter, Moyra thought angrily—a letter which could ~be read in many ways. High-flown and a little sentimental, but non-committing, would be the ordinary person’s verdict on it. But it would not be classed like that by Bride, a romantic girl already disposed to view the writer with more favor than he deserved. “He has no right to write to her so,” Moyra deelqyed, and while slip sat with

the book and the letter still on her knee the Rector entered in search of her. She was worried and perplexed, and almost without intention spe told her trouble to him. The Rector was inclined to “pooh-pooh” the wfiole matterr Bertram was a seatimental lad who was naturally attracted by Bride's uncommon beauty. It was not at all likely that Bride would take such little courtesies and attentions seriously. "But it is likely she does so already,” Moyra answered irritably. “She hasn’t a scrap of ambition in her, and, ifshe gets the idea that she is in love with him, she will never lose it. You know what she is! Her affections are slow, but they are lasting. And surely you don’t want her to marry Bertram Charteris, even if he means anything,'which I doubt exceedingly. He is incapable of more than a flirtation,” she added bitterly. “Of course I don't want him to marry Bride. I look to her to make the match of the family. I shall write to Lady Sarah as soon as the holidays are over. But I am afraid, Moyra dearest, you are a little prejudiced against young Charteris. You should let bygones be bygones.”

The tears sprang to Moyra’s eyes. “Oh, father,” she said, “do you think there is any thought of myself in the matter? You misjudge me cruelly if you do,” and the Rector protested vigorously that he hatj never intended to imply that any selfish motive influenced her words. Christmas is essentially the children’s festival. To those who have eaten of the tree of knowledge, who have much to remember as well as to hope, the sigh of regrets for the years that are past comes readier to the lips than the jest for the future, yet Angus Robertson enjoyed the whole day thoroughly. The church was very crowded, and the Rectory party had to separate. Aileen saw that the Feiitons occupied the bench behind her own, and went off to the transept, leaving Robertson to take her place with Moyra. It was the first time he had sat with her. He listened to her quiet voice confessing humbly her many sins and transgressions—dear saint, there were Few in that church who had a lighter confession to make,- none 'who made it more sincerely—he saw the grave, sweet eyes—“homes of silent prayer"—upraised, he listened to the sweet rise and fall of her gentle voice as she joined in the old hymns, and he knew that voice and eyes belonged to the woman he Toved. He realized then that slowly, almost unknowingly, she had found her way into a heart whose affections were slow to move yet tenacious to hold. He had wandered the wide world over, and in this slight, quiet girl, with no striking gifts of mind or beauty, he had found the woman he most desired. A happy Christmas! What else could such a festival be to him when it had brought such knowledge? (To be continued.)

Hero Worship and Maps.

Hero worship has had a hand in tha making of maps. We have postoffiees bearing the names of every President down to and including Mr. Roosevelt Only two of his predecessors are lacking lu the list of counties. Xnturally the favorfte in the naming of towns and counties is Washington and he is the only President for whom a State has been named. But others than Presidents enjoy these honors. Successful soldiers, sailors, statesmen, editors, authors, inventors, the heroes of ancient history and mythology and even popular actors and athletes share a like distinction. Our list of postotllces is a long one and comtalus names from almost every language. living and dead, and chosen on almost every conceivable principle or impulse. Two comities In Kansas present a curious association of ideas: Greeley County lias for its capital a town called Tribune and Ulysses is the county seat of Grant. New- stations were to In* named along a western railway some years ago and they were named after Bit* members of a professional Iwseball team that hapj>ened Just then to win the championship.

Hopeless.

“He’s about the poorest actor I ever saw," said the first theatrical manager, “a regular ham.” “Perhaps,” remarked the other, “he'll get over his faults in time." “Not much. He’s a ham that cant be cured." —Philadelphia Press.

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Political Comment.

Can't Bp Taken Ont of Politics. It is all very well to say that the revision of the tariff, being strictly a problem of commercial science, ought jjo Ik; taken out of politics. Undoubtedly : but how is it to be taken out of politics when for years the tariff has, been, and next year is likely once more to be made a presidential issue? The ideal procedure would he through the creation of such a non-partisan body as the National Association of Manufacturers proposes, assuming, of course, its fidelity to the protective principle; hut as things stand it is at least questionable whether the formation of a non-partisan tariff commission comes thin the range of possibility, and it is not questionable at all that a Republican Qongress would refuse to participate in the formation of such a body. The day may come when the tariff will cease to he a political issue, just as the gold standard has ceased to he such an issue already, but that day has not come yet. nor is it yet in sight. Fortunately, there is no immediate hurry about the tariff. The country is doing very nicely. It is enjoying all the prosperity it could expect or desire. Indeed, its only complaint is that -there is more business to be done than there are facilities in the way of currency and transportation for *doing it, so that the community Is suffering from what the doctors call a plethora. This Is an inconvenience, but on the whole, the situation is one to which the remark applies that it Is generally prudent to let well enough alone.— Philadelphia Inquirer.

- A Now Senatorial Era. Selecting Senators by popular vote lias practically made much headway without the amendment of the national constitution. Alabama affords the most striking instance of this fact. Within a short time both of its able and respected members of the United States Senate have passed away. Both were over SO when re-elected, and it was thought prudent, at the last state primary; to name successors in case of their death. Accordingly, their places will be taken by ex-Congress-man Bankhead and ex-Gov. Johnston, who received majorities at the primary. The Legislature is in session and no time will be lost in carrying out the will of the people. While it is true that the legal power to elect is in the Legislature it is highly improbable that such a body would do more or less than conform to the judgment expressed in the popular vote. If a member of the Legislature intended to cast a senatorial vote according to his own preference he ought to say so when running for office, whenever a senator is included in the primary test. What the voters would do to such a legislative candidate can be guessed, and what they would do to him after a treacherous silehce would make hrS lot decidedly unenviable. In about one-fourth of the States senators are now named by the people themselves, and in no case has a legislature failed to be governed by their action.— ~

Worse than a Fifth Wheel. Mr. Bryan’s Commoner condemns the plan of a permanent tariff commission as “only a part of the effort to present A revlsloiT of the tariff.” In this the Commoner is mistaken. The commission plan is favored by the revisionists and opposed by the “stand-patters.” The revisionists favor It because they are able thereby to gain the assent of some manufacturers who otherwise would resist tariff disturbance or hurtful to business. The “stand-patters” oppose it because they know it to be utterfy impracticable to secure nonpartisanship in a tariff commission. A bi-partisan commission would have no weight with Congress or with the country. It would be less useful and more of a nuisance than the fifth wheel of a coach. BOt it is a waste of time to argue the matter. Congress will never accept Jbe tariff commission plan.— American Economist.

'What Germany Wouldn’t Have Done. From Gertnnay we 'bought in 1907 something over $2G,000,000 in excess of what we bought In 190(1? The exact figures are, for 1907, $161,544,552; for 1906, $135,142,996. Yet the level-head-ed American people are aSked to believe that Germany was prepared to jeopardize nearly $162,000,000 of trade by enforcing a hostile tariff discrimination against the products of the United States, and that in order to avert that disaster to our exports we were compelled to surrender to Germany our tariff-making autonomy. That Is pure bosh! Germany never had the slightest Intention of endangering that trade of $162,000,000 by inviting tariff reprisals. Anybody with an ounce of brains ought to know better than to suppose It. Germany pat out her bluff ns an experiment, and our government “laid down” to It That’s all.

Cause of His Demise.

Rmltlj—l hear your friend Green was burled yesterday. What did he ille of? Brown —Natural consequences. Smith —Why. wfliat do you mean? Brown —He tried to bore a* bole In a dynamite cartridge with a gimlet.

Certainly.

"I wonder why women don’t have any secret societies." “Because they’re women.”—Houston poet. •

UP TO THE REVISIONISTS

To Give U» a Better Tariff if They —.’V" f Know Has. . „ The country is prosperous. It Is not necessary that the revision be made today. To-morrow will do. If the country was panic-stricken, if the furnace fires in factories and' mills were banked, if there were idle men everjftvhere looking for employment, but locking in vain, if the people were living on the fruitage of 1893-1890, there would be a “hurry up” call for immediate action, as there was after the 1897 inauguration of McKinley. But not so. Where there were idleness, hunger and want, then, there is now a.“day’s work, for every one who wants to-work, and at a living wage. There* is a demand for laeverywhere, in the factories and mills and on thS farms, that cannot be supplied. There has been h “plenty and to spare” ever since the furnace fires were relit in 1897. The mill owners and manufacturers have been una ble to fill their orders. There is no nigh 5 , in the mills. Twenty-four hours a day the factories have been beehives of industry. Our commerce, inland and for eign, has so far outgrown the dream of the dreamer that he has quit dreaming and is enjoying a restful sleep, while the doers have no time to rest only as they steal away from their business and its increasing demands. But it is possible, we are told, that we might have a better tariff, one under which the country would be more prosperous than now. If so, let it be “enacted.” Nc, human law is perfect, and the people are entitled to the best there is. It is up to the revisionists to give us something better if they can, and when they do the stalwarts will help ring the bells “day time and night time" unti'. every one joins in the jubilee.—Marion (Iowa) Register.

Going; to Make Matter* Better? The dispatches tell us that ninety-one head of lowa steers sold at seven cents a pound, or $95 a head, in Chicago a few days ago. Getting the matter nearer home, the Keosauqua Renuhlitaa says that Johh" A. Ferguson of Ya n Buren county recently marketed seventeen head of steers in Chicago which brought him $107.80 per head at $7 a hundred, while another hunch of seventeen brought SO.BO a hundred. William Fritz, another farmer of the same county, recently sold a single wagon load of wool for $728.08. There was a time about fifteen years ago when cattle and wool were doing pretty nearly as good as that. Along came a lot of fellows who were going to give the country something better if they could pnly get “a change.” Enough of the people were fooled by their talk to bring aboht the change. The cattle fell to $3 and $4 a hundred, wool from 25 cents a pound to 10, and sheep from $3 and $4 a head to sl. And it took a long time to get prices back to those of the good old time. Now there is another lot of fellows, in these days of good prices for the farmer and general prosperity, telling how they are going to make matters better if they can cut down the tariff and give away home markets to .the foreigner. How many of the people are going to be fooled this time? —Fairfield (Iowa) Ledger.

The Better Trade. If a time ever arrives in which German and American manufacturers shall be on the same footing, and the necessity of hunting a foreign market becomes as imperative in this country as it is in Germany, the American producer may be depended on to give a good account of himself. When that contingency arises United States exporters will be as ready to extend long credits as the Germans, and will probably take as much pains to please as the latter, but it is idle to expect them to bother themselves about a comparatively Unprofitable foreign trade when their chief energies are engrossed in the business of supplying the domestic demand, and while our foreign trade in many lines consists wholly of surpluses produced to meet an American demand. — San Francisco Chronicle.

Ought to Know?

Loonl Sunday School Teacher —And now that we have finished discussing the lion and the tiger, who can tell me about the lynx? A painful pause. Finally a small hand is hesitatingly elevated. Teacher—-Well, Tommy, can you deselbe the lynx? Tommy—Xo’rn. Teacher —Then why did you raise your hand? Tommy—l thought Willie Wuggles could tell. Teacher —And what made you think Willie could describe the lynx? Tommy—’Cause Ills brother’s a caddie.—Cleveland Plain Dealer.

At Dinner.

Mrs. John—John, why are you eating so fast? Don’t you know It’s injurious? John—Yes, bat I want to finish the book I’m reading. Mrs. J. —What’s the name of It? John —Why, er, “How to Aid Digestion by Properly Masticating ttM Food!”—Pick-Me-Up.

Playing Safe.

Meeker —It seems to me that you are always asking advice. Do you ever uss any of It? Bleeker—Certainly not. I ask tadvice because people like to give It but I never ask It until I have fully made up my mind what I am going to da ,

The Modern Way.

Scribbles—How would you go about getting a play on the stage? , » Dribbles—l’d first write a novel.

Indiana State News

WOMAN HIRLED FROM BTGGY. No Clew a* to Identity of Assailant of Mrs. Josephine Griffin. In the death of Mrs. Josephine Griffin at the county jail in Santb-4iemh-rlie i>ce lice have a murder mystery to solve to which they have as yet no clew: The wttsMuu ln au unconscious condition, and with her body~cov?THl—with— was thrown from a buggy in front of the county infirmary Sunday. Immediately the driver whipped up bis horse and escaped. No trace of him or of the rig has been found, despite the fact that the police have been working on the case for nearly a week. When the woman rallied she was insane and unable to give the authorities any information regarding her relatives or her home. The only statement she made was as to her name. THREE BURN TO DEATH. Father, Mother and Baby Dose Dives When Kerosene Explodes. Charles Webster, his wife, and 2-year-old son were burned to death in a fire that destroyed their home near Mentone. Two daughters—Dolly, 10, and Mable, 5 —escaped. Some kerosene put in a stovo by Mrs. Webster to start the fire exploded, igniting her dress. The husband also ca tight fire- w-hen he wenL to .her rescue. The house was soon a mass of flames, and the baby, which was in bed, could not be rescued. The daughters made two unsuccessful attempts to save the baby. KING ONION RECEIVES HOMAGE. Farmers In Vicinity of Wolf Lake Hold Festival in Honor of Crop. King Onion held sway at Wolf lake the other day when 5,000 people gathered to pay respects to that vegetable, which is the principal crop raised by the farmers of Wolfe and the vkfinity. Three Indiana Congressmen, C. C. Gilhams, James and J. A. Adair, delivered addresses. All of this was because the onion crop is fully up to the expectations of the growers.

CHICKEX SWALLOWS DIAMOND. Servant Find* Gem In Gizzard and Balks Employer's Greed. Susie Bell, a colored servant in Evaiisville, while cleaning a chicken found a diamond that is said to be worth $173 in the gizzard. Her employer took the diamond from her, it is said, and refused to give it up until the woman consulted an attorney, who was ready to file out replevin papers when the man turned the precious stone over to the servant, who will be permitted to keep it until the real owner can be found. ONE KILLED IN WRECK. Wreck Train Crashed Into a Freight at Hagerstown. A wreck train on the Pennsylvania line crashed into a freight at the Hagerstown yards, killing Roscoe E. Febern, 33, of Richmond, a member of the wreck train crew. Joseph Myers, William Owens, Engineer Frank Calkins, Joseph A. Gorman and Michael Bosworth, all of Richmond, and Laurel Showalter of Middletown were injured. All were on the wreck train. The responsibility for the wreck has not been fixed. MISTAKE PREVENTS A SL’ICIDE. Clerk Places Rim Fire Cartridges In a Center Fire Revolve* I ’. - The mistake of a clerk in a hardware store at Sullivan prevented P. F. Anderson from committing suicide. Anderson asked for cartridges, handing over his revolver to be loaded. Then he placed ~ it at his temple and pulled the trigger four times, but there was no discharge. The clerk had placed rim fire cartridges in the revolver, which is a center fire weapon. Uses Oil on Kitchen Fire} Dies, Maud, wife of Albert Swarm of Elkhart, is dead from burns received when a can containing what sbe thought was kerosene exploded as she was pouring some of the fluid on the kitchen fire. Train Kills Aged Woman. Mrs. Sunday Stillwell, 70 and deaf, was killed by a Lake Erie and Western excursion train at Fairfield. Fire Destroys Town. Fire of unknown origin practically wiped out the business section of the little town of Larwill. Within Our Borders. John Phillips, 15 years old, was drowned in Evansville while bathing in the Ohio river. Simon Ward, air brake inspector for the Chicago, Cincinnati and Louisville railroad at Peru, was found dead under a train. Whether it is suicide or accident is unknown. Gov. Hanly of Indiana reiterated the warning given in his Elkhart speech urging caution in the policies of the administration in its efforts-to correct corporation abuses. One man was killed and fourteen injured on the Pennsylvania railroad near Hagerstown when a local freight crashed into a wreck train. Rcsponsibiitiy for the disaster has not been fixed. Edward Fahrholz of Evansville, superintendent of a factory at Princeton, was killed by falling from the platform of a train on the Evansville and Terre Haute railroad. Both legs were cut off. Fire by lightning destroyed eleven business building* in Reynolds. Loss $50,000. United States Senator James A. Iletnenway has authorised the appointment of Henry Baldwin Lewis of New Albany as cadet to West Point. He is a son of •Capt. Lewis, an officer of thirty years’ standing. ‘ Mrs. Ruth Clayton, the centenarian, who died in Hancock county, besides being 190 years old, was a remarkable woman in many ways. She leaves forty grandchildren, seventy-one great-grandchildren find eleven great great-grandchildren.