Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 40, Number 30, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 20 December 1907 — Page 2

A CROWN OF FAITH

CH AFTER IV.—(Cont inued ) At that moment the young couple board • rustle among the brambles to their left. The next instant a young man came tearing through the bushes, and leaped to the ground at their feet; be raised his hat to Ella, colored, then grew white, atid his eyes blazed. There was much goneentrated pain, wrath and self-eontemptuous impatience in the momentary a|eam. Another moment and he had burned, scrambled, raced out of sight in unseemly haste, in headlong confusion, and anger, and shame—so it seemed to Ella. - “Who is that?' asked Arthur Calthori»e <u!ckly. “My German tn —at least, a professor of languages—Mr. Leigh.” “Leigh—Leigh—Leigh,” repeated Arthur, tapping his forehead. “Half-for-eign. isn’t he? What a handsome fellow, to be sure! I must put him on my list of invitations.” ____ ' The heir of the Earl”oFTßryrtook out his pocketbook, and Wrote in it. Ella atnred at hitn. “Miss Wycherly,” said he, “our ball is - -to.. commemorate the fact of my reaching the age of ahd'T anr-’gotng Co stand for the borough of Abbotshold, and thus We are about to invite everybody who has feet to dance to the Calthorpe ball. We shall invite the tradesfolk of Abbotshold; we shall invite all the doctors, lawyers and parsons in •even parishes. We shall invite—in deed, we have Invited —the she-dragon of St. Martha’s College, and her bevy of fair maidens; and, moreover, they are com- ' Ing, too."' He apoke now in a tone of triumph. “St Martha’s College? Mr. Leigh teaches there.” “Exactly. So I must invite Mr. Leigh. All the county folks, of course, are coming— even the duke. There will be waltzing with the St. Martha’s maidens.” “I really believe you are in love with one of them,” said Ella, opening wide her black eyes. Arthur laughed and flushed. i “Yon are no father confessor, sweet lady. Leigh, did you say? Where does be lodge?” “Honeysuckle Cottage, Woodmancote.” “Thank vou. What a mercy we met him.” “Here we are at the house,” cried Ella. “Now, what will papa say?” CHAPTER V. Lionel Leigh told himself that he was mad. and that the sudden hatred which flooded his whole soul, and hissed like a serpent in his blood, was an evil and a deadly thing to be struggled with and conquered by the might and main of an honest man’s will. Ella Wycherly 1 What was she to him?

Beautiful as an hour!, fascinating as a siren, proud at heart —as were all that _ojd stock of Norman aristocracy, tcTwKlcfi she belonged. Ella Wycherly? Well, he had dreamed a day dream half an hour since, and now it was dispelled; he had built a splendid castle, and behold; it has tumbled into ruin, chaos, and confusion, broken pillars, crumbled •■terraces, spilt wine, crushed flowers! ■ He laughs bitterly as he 'owns to himself that his castle was built of paper—that the gold was yellow paint, the statues, the pictures and the splendor a mere blaze of cheap finery, such as any carter's lad may see for a penny at a show in a country fair. Half an hour before he had Sat in rhe pretty summer house with the en- ■ chan tress, and it had seemed to him that this homely earth was carpeted from pole to pole with roses. Now what a dreary, cold, bleak world it was"!-*-unut- _ terably gray, and grim, and grimy. The young gentleman whom he had met discoursing so gaily and pleasantly with Ella was an earl’s heir—a petted, spoiled world's darling— with money, and horses, and servants at his command, and position and rank in his possession, which Lionel could never attain to. though he toiled for fame and gathered knowledge until he came to the time oi hoar hair and dimmed eyes. •He had left Wycherly Park, and had struck across a wide moor. Here and there were .belts of trees, left from the ancient forests which had mostly been cleared some hundred years before. The wind was now more boisterous, more playful. It was not cold, but it whistled oyer the moor. Lionel presented himself at rhe door of St. Martha’s College, gloved, brushed, ■potless, faultless in manner, neat in dress, with an easy smile on his handsome lip. and a subdued light in his eyes, fit. Manila's is an imposing structure—a large house, built something after the fashion of a French chateau, with towers and many windows—a Stone-Colored house of sullen aspect, surrounded with a plantation of gloomy firs, and possessing in the rear large, stiffly laid-out gardens, ■nd a gymnasium where the young ladies repair for'healthful exercise. It was two o’clock. A tall, pale young housemaid, in a white cap and apron, ushered Lionel upstairs and into a small ( anteroom, fireless and nearly bare of furniture. Here he waited a minute, and then the door burst open, and a young girl rushed in, calling out, “Lionel, darl,lng!" and she flew to his arms, and was folded in them tenderly., She was a beautiful girl, with an Ital’lan cast of head, languid dark eyes, golden hair, rich, and long, and wavy ; a lithe, willowy form, graceful-«s a lily bending in the breeze of June; warm, ripe lips; ■nd cheeks where the color mantled with every passing emotion. She wore a dark gray dress of warm material, a plain white collar, and no ornament whatever. “Leila, my child, should you care if I went away?—to Australia, for instance?” “I should die,” she answered; “I have but you in the world. There is a person who ” v “Whom do you speak of?” “Hush ! Mr. Arthur Calthorjie. of Calthorpe, heir to the Earl of Beryl,. He has written me a letter.” The door opened. A stout, imposing lady io purple silk appeared. So the brother and sister passed into the class rqOBM and there, for four hours, Lionel

dictated French classics to fifty youngs ladies, under the supervision of seven elderly ones. Afterward' he took his leave, but first obtained permission for Leila to spend the next afternoon with him,. Tfie clock struck six just as he found himself in the narrow lane, bounded on one side by a little low. hedge and on the other by the high wall of St. Martha’s College for Ladies. Another instant, a female form had precipitated' itself from the wall, and landed heavily upon his breast. Two arms were clasped tightly round his neck, and he staggered; but he was strong and did not fall. - “There is some jnistake,” said Lionel. The young lady unwound her arms and ull e r cd”WaKr ea m. Thereupon there came to the rescue two gentlemen, who sprang out of a carriage which drew up at the side of the road. The carriage lamps flashed upon their faces, and Lionel was recognised. ... The gentlemen were the Rev. Seymour Cummington and Mr. Jiibez Howler, the actual proprietors of St. Martha’s. Each gentleman had daughters at the college, each gentleman scowled at Lionel, as if he had been dtseoi ered In an act of burg'lary. Mr. Jabez Howler was a rich manufacturer in a large, smoky, noisy. town, about twenty mijes north of picturesque Abbotshold. The Rev. Seymour Cumanington was the wealthy rector of St. Alary do Lode’s, the largest uariiflr in Abbotshold. The clergyman had three daughters under the care of Miss Pritchard; the manufacturer had four fostered beneath the sheltering wing of the same accomplished lady. : . .'-l-l-Both gentlemen stared angrily at Lionel Leigh, professor of languages. Each gentleman fek that it might have been one of his own fair daughters who had placed herself in such a very critical and compromising position as- Miss Jane Wilkinson now occupied. “It might have been, only it wasn't,” as. the volatile and irreverent Dick Barrington.was heard afterward to observe, when commenting on the events of that most unfortunate evenhig. Miss Jane had dressed herself for her elopement with an eye to romantic effect. She wore a large white hat, with streamers of bright tartan ribbon, and a great scarlet plume. A scarf of violet velvet was passed over one shoulder and fastened under the other at the side of the waist with a golden buckle. Her bodice and long sweeping skirt were of lavender-col-ored silk. On’ her arm she carried a splendid cloak of white ermine, lined with crimson silk; this to be worn as protection from the cold of the winter night. Maria, the housemaid, on the other side of the wall, had tossed over into the, road a large, square, ugly brown paper parcel. This, doubtless, contained Miss Wilkinson's impromptu wardrobe, for the occasion of a sudden flight into Scotland, or- Kramv. orHmland, or wherever Richard Barington, Esquire, meant to sojourn with his bride. Very pale Jenny looked, and her teetl) chattered, and she’seemed ready to cry. Those two elderly men—the stout, pompous rector, .with purple face '< and scowling forehead, and the severe, irongray man of mettle from the great Midland center of manufactured iron—both frowned down upon Jenny, as if she had been a thief. She turned away her head and burst into a passion of rears. "Most scandalous!” said Mr. Jabez .Howler. -■ R . .

“Most dreadful!" growled J the Rev. Seymour Cummington. “An elopement," said the manufacturer. “Sai—sad—asad!” cried the purple rector. “I don’t care!" screamed Jenny, hysterically throwing out . her . ..Ibng, .lean arms. and turning her young, foolish, freckled face toward tfiie murky November night sky. “I don’t care, I will never wed another —never, never, never !'’ “Young man,” quoth Mr. Jabez Howler, staring fiercely at Lionel, “this will not pass lightly. The law arms itself to protect women and children. Your, character. your position, your calling is forfeited. sir, by this attempted abduction. More than that, I believe jhat. as a magistrate, 1 have the power to order you into custody. Is this lady a ward in chancery?” “No,” cried Jenny: “1 am not; and that gentleman is our French and German master- —not the one 1 love. Ah! no. Where Is he? He would.not allow me to be insulted and frightened. Ob, Dick— I tick—Dick, where are you?" The elderly gentlemen stared at each other, and then Lionel, spoke.

"This young lady leaped into the road, mistaking me for another person. I have certainly given her French lessons in a class with twenty other pupils, but there if) y■iaeqmt in t a nee with her begins and ends.” The two elderly proprietors looked at each other. Jabez Howler coughed; the clergyman adjusted his spectacles. "1 am sorry, Mn.“ Leigh, that there has been any misconception,” said the rector; "but you must see ” and there he paused. “Mr. Leigh,’ cried Jenny, “if I go into that hateful house again, I shall die. Oh. take me with you—-take me to Dick; he lives at the ’Black Wolf.’ I don’t care. I won’t go back to St. Martha’s.” "Miss Wilkinson,” quoth the rector, “yotl must go into the house this moment. I insist!” The reverend gentleman readjusted his spectacles, and then laid his hand on the lean, shivering arm of Jenny. There whs power, both muscular and moral, it. ihe rector’s grasp. He was a man of authority, a man dreaded, ridiculed, inspected, among the young Thdies of St. Martha’s, according to their several temperaments and home training. . > Jenny dreaded him, and Lionel had the satisfaction of seeing the young lady led off in a species of fatherly triumph by the rector and Mr. Jabez Howler.

CHAPTER VI.

It was night—a bright,* breezy, autumn night—with the moon sailing through billows The ait was mild, yet the south wind was boisterous, and the half-stripped yellow trees in Wycherly

Woods rocked about «md tossed their branches wildly, i- ’ . Ella Wycherly stood bn a stone balcony watching the night, listening to the wild inusic of the wind, smiling to herself,, when the gusts took the little, plantation of larch and bent it down so helplessly, so humbly. Ella wore a dt&ss of gray silk, golden bracelets on her arms, a crimson flower in her dark hgtr, 1 ~ Dinner was over, and coffee was over; and the dull game of whist was over,, in which the 'colonel and ’the doctor, Mrs. wycherly and 'Miss Worthington took, part for three hours? 1 hightly, while Ella sat by at fancy work, or yawning over some supremely childish or terribly dull book which her mother permitted her to read. Ella had said good night, and was supposed to be in bed. It was only in the solitude of her own chamber that Miss Wycherly enjoyed freedom. She had told Sistine,' the Swiss rfiaid, to leave her alone for a while, and now she had come out upon the balcony to cool her throbbing temples, and exult with the winds, and wlih tSe’YrßwSdmht, and with the shadows—exult in the anticipation of the ball at Ber/I Court. She was to dance with anybody who asked her, if she chose. She was to talk with other cheerful girls of her own age—she, who had never hitherto been allowed to exchange more than polite greetings with her voting-mdghhora*. Arthur Calthorpe, too, was delightful; and he had said that he intended to invite her German master. “It will be what is called a mixed ball, so there will be no,.harm in ray dancing even with him, if he asks me,” thought Ella to herself; and then she threw up her whitS arms and clapped her fair hands joyously, leaned over the balcony and began to sing a merry French song, but in a low key, for fear her mother should by some chance overhear her, and come in°. with that white wrath upon her face which the girl so dreaded. * Suddenly she paused. What was that? A figure was darting in among the laurels and firs which border the lawn before the side-front. One of the servants, perhaps, or a poacher, or a burglar. The figure came-out again, and stood boldly in the moon’s rays on the lawn, a slim, stalwart figure enough. The man took off his hat, and the moonbeams fell on his fair hair. “A charming night, Miss Wycherly.”

“Arthur Calthorpe!” Who would have thought of his pirouetting among the shrubs round the east front of Wycherly Hall at that hour of the,night? Eleven o’clock, certainly. “*What do you want?” said Ella bruskly. “You almost frightened me.” “I delight in singing, Miss Wycherly, andßy me.” “But you never heard me sing. How did you know that I should come on the balcony to-night, and sing that foolish, flippant song? That won’t do, Mr. Calthorpe.” “Pardon me,” the young man answered, with a flourish of his hand; “but I have been guilty of hiding among those bushes for many, many nights, on the chance of seeing your figure pass the window.’ ’ “Is it to be Romeo and Juliet?”-asked Miss Wycherly mockingly. “Because, if it is, let me run in and get a glove and lean my cheek on my hand so, and then -you may begin ten thousand fine speeches, and I can sigh and simper. What n pity there is no one- to see us I feel quite dramatic, Mr. Calthorpe.” “Ah! beautiful Ella, winter is not colder than your heart, and, alas! its skies are not more gloomy than your life, if all account be true. Here,” and the young man struck his chest, “is a faithful breast, where you might pillow that ■ clrarmitfg head, with its coils of black hair, its divine, rosy lips, its cheeks like the peach, its eyes of liquid brown, so sparkling and so clear. My ball at Beryl Court ” “Go, go, go; I hear the door. Mamma is in the room!”

The gentleman scampered off, took refuge among the laurels, and was surprised to see the figure of a man dart away amid the thick bushes of the miniature wood in the greatest hurry and distress. “What a little flirt!” cried Romeo. “Here ,is another Romeo; but I’ll catch the fellow and knock him down. I feel, in a fighting mood to-night. That little, saucy jade!” And though the other doubled and turned, the pursuing Romeo was upon his heels and suddenly grasped him savagely by the shoulder. The other threw pff his grasp. The moon's rays fell full upon his face, and both young men broke into laughter, none the less impossible to restrain on account of the element of bitterness that mingled in it. "You nrjt a cunning gentleman," said Romeo. "And what of you. then?” asked the other meaningly. “My good fellow, you and I must shake hands," said Romeo gaily. * - (To be continued.)

Something More Interesting

The old darky was having his eyes tested for glasses. After the oculist had put up seyeral cards of Roman letters, which the negro vainly endeavored to call off correctly, he looked over at the oculist and‘asked, with some disgust-: "Whar's de use lu lookin’ at deni tings ?'‘ "With them I’m trying to find out how far you can see distinctly,” returned the eye s|>ecialist. “Wai,” declared the old darky, unsatisfied, ”dey ain’t wuth try in’t’ make out. Put up er watermill ion.—Bohemian.

Not a Cheerful Brand.

"Haven't you any milk that.is more Cheerful than this?” queried the new boarder as he poured some of the liquid into his coffee. , "Why. what do you mean by that?” qtftried the landlady. “Oh. nothing," rejoined the n b.; “only this milk seems to have the blues.”

Lack of Fortune.

Little Willie —What Is a cynic, pa? Pa—A cynic, my son, is a man.who sneers at the owner of an automobile because he can’t afford one himself?

On the Fishing Banks.

“Did.you ever go a-crabbing, Dolly?” “No." said Dolly, hopefully. "But I —l’ve gone a-lobsterlng.”—New York Evening bun.

Political Comment.

Conrreso and the Currency. It is now certain that .Congress will make no attempt at “rushing”"currency legislaion. The respective committees of the two houses will take time to consider the various pending proposals and evolve a treasure that, it is to be hoped, will-'merit general approval. The -correspondents have sufficiently sounded congressional sentiment to feel safe in predicting that nothing “radi,cal’’ will be done. What is important, however, is that the thing that is finally done shall embody' the lessons of the recent crisis ’and be sufficient to prevent similar disastrous experiences in the future. L ’

Neither the President nor Secretary Cortelyou has submitted a specific scheme to Congress. Both deemed it more important to state the problem correctly, to emphasize the defect' in our currency system that can no longer be tolerated or ignored, than to advocate a concrete’remedyThe President recommended provision for an “emergency cuqyncy” based on securities and subject jjm a tax heavy enough to insure its retirement u poll the ref ur n OT Tai fly normal business and fitfancial conditions. What the tax should be to prevent inflation, and what classes of securities other thfin government bond would be safe and proper as a basis for the emergency issues, the President leaves to Congress to determine. Secretary Cortelyou, deeming' it probable that Congress will not at once overhaul and modernize the entire currency system in acordance with the advocates of either the regular asset currency plan or the central -bank scheme, suggests, as an alternative, some measure that would impart “a greater elasticity to the currency” under government guaranty—“something which should be automatic in its operation.” Mr. Cortelyou intimates, however, that the desire to avoid radicalism and complexity will not excuse needless delay. Promptness of action, lie well says, is as desirable as simplicity of plan. The people expect imriiediate and earnest consideration of the currency problem and some provision for certain, definite relief under safeguards of law. —Chicago Record-Herald,

Common Enemies. This country would soon have to shut down its great industrial plants and let its meghanics and workingmen be. if the tariff on many oi the Simplest articles of home consumption were lowered or removed. We cannot compete with the cheap jttbor and cheap money of- foreign hinds' in industrial' enterprises; A tariff high enough to keep foreign products out of competition with the products of our own industries is absolutely necessary, and the greatest possible boon to American labor and capital. An' industrial paralysis would follmV any change in the present protective policy of* our government. Hence it would be industrial and commercial suicide to intrust the government to the hands of the free traders who are preaching their theories to the people under the cloak of Democracy. They are enemies of labor, enemies of capital and promoters of panics and hard times.' —Booneville (Mo.) Republican.

A Pretty Good System. > Dot's any sensible person believe that had the Democracy been in control of the White House, with the acepmpany--lag business - depression iiidustrial~paralysis. it would have been possible within two or-three days to have stayed what threatened to become a financial panic? The talk that the surplus in the treasury. which was so handy a few days ago, had been “drained from the people by a false financial* system,” is all bosh. A system that gives the American workingman the highest wages of any ■lass of laborers on earth, and at the same time accumulates a surplus good for any emergency, may not be admired by the speculator who deals in Euro- ; can novelties, but it is a pretty good ,hing for the people of the United States.—Scranton Tribune.

Humer in the Message.

Like most of our Presidents and presidential candidates. Presidogt 't<4»sevelt steers clear of humor. II? is always earnest and often combative, but If he has any gift of fun-milking he keeps it hidden, and though we take some pride in being the most humorous people in the WMfid this is undoubtedly the safe and sane\course. Politicians who liave tried tarne as funny as they could have ruined their prospects. Nevertheless, the late message; which is roughly lumped at 30.000 words, ninety-nine and a fraction per century serious, containing tlie following; “A few years ago there \vas loud complaint that the Jaw could npt be invoked against wealthy offenders. There is no such complaint now.” If that was written without a twinkle it Is all the mope humorous. No Argument. A free trade philosopher comes out in a lengthy magazine article and proves that the. American people could live on half what they are living on nt present under free trade. Proved it. eh? Why. the Democratic party did the same thing about twelve years ago when it demonstrated that the people eOi’ld live on shadow qoup under free trade. But that isn’t any argument for trying It again.—Moravian Falls (N. C.) Yellow Jacket

Bryan and His Party.

t .Senator Daniel was not happy In expression when he charged Bryan with trying to be bigger than his party. It would be more correct to say that Bryan trimmed the Democratic party to his capacity and then swallowed it To-day he controls what is left of the party as absolutely as if he were king. There are a few, lamentably few, Democrats who, like Daniel, have the nerve To stand up before the Great Commoner and speak their minds, but ’most of them permit him to do as he will and blindly follow whereve- he may lead. .... The “Peerless One’’ might find obstacles in hiff’p’ath If the men who still cal} themselves ? Democrats, although opposed to Bryan, could join hands with the many thousands whom Bryan has driven out of the fold, and make Intelligent warfare on him, but most of these apostates have formed new and lasting alliances. In the absence of any possible succor from the outside, the small minority of Democrats find little to encourage then), and indeed they appear to have arrived at the conviction /hat Bryanism is a disease which can be destroyed only by its own activities. They hope it will wear itself out. Meantime they must conserve their energies and abide the day when, puhged of Bryanism,. the Democratic party can be restored to its former proud - prest 1 ge.— - 7 That the old leaders despair of accomplishing anything pext year is proved by the attitude of Senator Daniel. Henry Watterson and others. They realize that except Mr. Bryan takes a positive stand against his own nomination. there will be no opposition worthy of name. He has declared that he will not seek the nomination, but will let the Democrats decide. Yet he knows, as every other politician knows, that hisfriends, who are in absolute control of the party machinery, ai*e quietly planning his nomination, and that while This 'condition exists there can be only one outcome.

If Mr. Bryan was less an egotist, he might lie accused of playing the “dog-in-the-manger” act. But we are firmly of the opinion that he regards himself as the man of the hour. He sees signs in' the political heavens that no other man sees. He has been industriously preparing himself for the battle. - He has been “tfying on” issues to learn how the people.would take them. Immediately on his return from Europe, io proposed that the government should own the interstate railroads and the ; States the intrastate railroads. Obviously he intended this for the lever whereby to lift himself into the high seat which he h.as so Ion" coveted. But Theßiebpie protested. Even the rank and file of his own party rejected the proposition with vehemence. And Mr. Bryan very promptly pigeon-holed it, . showing that he had not advanced it from principle’s sake, but rather for the same reason that an old and experienced fisherman will try new bait when the old bait Tails. Since then he has been proceeding more cautiously, feeling bis way lest he again stumble, but always keeping the goal in sight. It may be that his. whole program is tentative, and that at the last moment he may retire from the held. It is not impossible that the moth-eaten creed he has recently promulgated, touching tariff, trusts and finance) is merely one of convenience to carry him along until such time as he may ’arrive at a decision as to his candidacy, but if this is the situation it' means that Mr. Bryan nas no hope of winning unless the financial sky is overcast and industrial depression ■rives the masses to follow strange In that event, the country may ?.e treated to another dose of free silver argument, for Mr. Bryan has never repented of that Ijeresy.—Toledo Blade.

li>Oß a Stand-Pat Year. Under existing conditions in the money market apd in the industrial world what would be thought of the man who, having the power to do it. should bring about an all-round reduction of the tariff? He would be denounced on all sides as an enemy of his country. Yet the "stand-patters” have been abused like pickpockets for remonstrating against a tariff disturbance that would unfailingly unsettle business. From present appearances likely to be a stand-pat year. 1 —■ /•' How Lubur In Protected, It is true that the tariff is not a direct tax upon imported labor, but it is a tiwe on the imported products of laIsor. While the tax does not touch the immigrant laborer as he sets fopt on our shores, the fact remains that this laborer must live here in order to make his labor competitive with the exist-, lug la or supply. He must live witii r.s and live as we live; must liecome a liberal consumer of what other labor produces. That is where the tariff protects) labor.- - We Are a Nation. The wholp .uuitldariff agitation has I ecu carried on aßyngusectfongl lines, one section hoping to benefit at/ the expense of some other section—agitation in favor of reducing the duties on some other section’s products while retaining -i our own —and demagogues fit their ap- ' peals to whatever sectiijp they happen to be located in. It behooves us to realise that we are a and that we'stand or fall all together.—Cedar Rapids Republican.

Sympathetic Nature.

"Even the w’eather has shared inthe recent panic.” “In what way? “Didn’t you see where there was a flurry of snow from the cloud banks?"

Indiana State News

. OFFICER IS HUMILIATED. Deputy Sheriff Is Held Up by Boy „ for Trexpaxuinß. Deputy Sheriff Charles Nelson’s star does- not shine as brightly as of yore. Its luster has been dimmed. He has been held up-—and by a boy. It happened because Nelson decided to do a little rabbit shooting near Madison on the side while serving j’apers. He chased a rabbit into a brush pile on the farm of Sylvester Thomas. A negro helped remove the brush until the rabbit was frightened out and shot. Then the negro refused to assist in putting, the brush back. Before Nelson could get away, Guy, the son of Sylvester Thomas, attracted by the shooting, appeared and ordered the brush replaced. Nelson tried to buy him off by offering the rabbit, but it was useless. It took him two hours to replace the brush.

—“TIBST CHURCH AT GARY. It Will Be Erected by Episcopalians at a Cost of $20,00'0. As the result of a meeting of the missionary board of the diocese of the Episcopal church, held in the office of Albert Gt Harlan in South Bend and presided over by Bishop John Hazen White of Michigan City, the Episcopal church will have-the distinction of erecting the first church at Gary. A proposition made by the United States Steel Company of Gary, offering four lots, centrally located, as a church site, was accepted. The steel company will also contribute largely toward the erection of the church. An edifice to cost about $20,000 will be erected. Ground will be broken in the spring. CHOKED WHILE EATING CANDY. Boy’s Stealthy Act and Subsequent Accident Breaks Up School. While John Hartley was surreptitiously eating candy in the school room in Muncie, a piece lodged in his throat and he almost choked to-death. Miss Helen Carr, the teacher, tried in vain to dislodge the obstruction and children were hurriedly .sent, for physicians. .The mother of the hoy was called. The mother was the first to arrive, and she removed the danger by poking her finger down the boy’s throat. By this time physicians began arriving in fltftomobiles and carriages. The school was broken up for the afternoon. -FATALLY HURT UNDER TRAIN. Alleged Wife Deserter Forfeits Ball Bond His Father Signed. Claude Davis, aged 30, brought to Bedford on a charge‘of deserting his wife and three children, after giving his appearance at trial, jumped his’ bond, which his father furnished. He fell beneath a train on the Indianapolis Southern railroad, losing one leg, and sustaining other injuries which are pronounced fatal. t? 7 CREMATED IN HIS BARN. Zacharias Weddell Loses Life While Saving Live Stock, Zacharias Weddell, a wealthy farmer of Benton township, is supposed to have been cremated in his barn while he was attempting to save his horses and cattle. Two horses were burned at the sajne time. He was last seen entering the burning structure. Weddell leaves a wife and four small children. The family is a leading one. Many Indiana Mines Closed. The demand for coal in this State has been falling off the last few days. The Brazil Block Coal Company has only one mine at work. Similar reports come from the bituminous district. This is the first time in many years at this season that the companies have closed even temporarily any of the large mir«s in this district. Killed as Her Father Was. Miss Lizzie Schultz, aged 35, was run down by the Pennsylvania flyer near Schereville at a street crossing and killed instantly. Two years ago this month her father, Henry Schultz, a wealthy stock buyer, was killed by the same train at the same crossing. 1 ' V

Twenty Hurt in Crash. Twenty persons on a Chicago, South Bend and Northern Indiana railway car were seriously injured when a baggage car crashed into the passenger coach. The wreck occurred between South Bend and Mishawaka. Suicide at Noblesville. Miss Clara Albright, 17, committed suicide by drinking carbolic acid. She has a widowed mother in Perkinsville, but has been employed as a domestic in the, home of David House in Noblesville for a year. No cause is assigned for the act. Two Men Killed by Train. Mathew James of Medora and John Wade of Fort Pitner were killed by a Monon freight at Mitchell as they were walking on the track.

Gored to Death by Bull. Domer Swinebamp, a young man of 19 years, was gored to death by a bull near Jasonville. WITHIN OUR BORDERS. At Peru John” Savage, 10 years old, was fatally hurt by the accidental discharge of a gun in the hands of his elder brother. The boys were hunting at the time of the accident. George P. Nickels, postmaster at Rye, N. X, was arrested in Indianapolis and confessed to embezzling $2,000 from the Rye postoffice on Nov. IJ. He had but 55 cents when arrested. He is 47 years old and married. ( , Thomas Welsh, who headed a crowd of young men at Mitchell in a disorderly street parade, was shot and killed by Marshal Frank Dale for making an attack on the officer who tried to disperse the crowd. Dale had but recently taken the office of marshal, relieving Enoch Cheek, who also killed a man a year ago while making an arrest.