Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 26, Number 12, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 14 September 1895 — Page 6

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THE OLD DREAM.

After April month and May Lovo of birds will fly away. AfVtr Juno light love* grown chilly Part, though tarry roee and Illy. Oh, alaa! Koch loves t&oald mwder They who made the world a wonder, Raining from their honey throats Golden notcw and silver no toll

Oh, in April what unrest Stirs the tswullow's seaborn breast. For wme lore of old and golden. Where pale orchard* bloom nnfolden 1 For some silent heartstring stirred. Some lost heaven remembered. And the old dream calls him home. Home by trackless skies and foam. Oh, alasl »ach things should bel Cold as stone are he and she. mamm Empty gapes the nest and wide They two planned with saeh sweet pride. The sweet nestlings flown as far Ab the light winged lost loves are. Love, whose love endures, see then How sweet love is wronged again! How these birds, from lark to sparrow, Snap his bow and blunt his arrow 1 —St. James Gasette.

OUTWITTED.

fcave I ever been outwitted? yon ask. And I roe pond, Of oourae I have. Lives (hero a man who baa not done some foolish things in his salad days? I should like to gee him. But you want the narrative, and I don't mind giving It to you. My

triumphs have been many. "Why should I fear to tell the world of my few failures! It was some years ago. I had just entered the force, but had shown so much •kill that they had quiokly made me an Inspector in the Kensington distriot. Young as I was, I knew all the criminals in London, all the famed burglars, all the mobsmen and swindlers. They knew me, too, and friendly enough we were when our relations wore not business relations.

We even chatted, laughed and drank together, and it was no very extraordinary occurrence when old Ben Briggs, the burglar, met me on the top of a bus in Kensington one afternoon and shook me heartily by the hand. "What aro you doing, Ben?" I asked. When he had borrowed a pipe of tobacco, he replied: "Nothln, mate—waitin for a job." "Ha, ha! You'd like me to take a trip to Paris, eh, Ben?" "Well, I dunno as I would. Yer ain't likely to como in between me and my llvin, with all yercuteness. I tell yor •what, old hoes, I'm going for Bellwoathor's, the banker's, in a day or two, and I'll bet yer £5 yer don't oop me."

The offer was astoundingly impudent. I knew well enough that Mr. Bellweather was with bis family in Germany. We had been ordered to watoh his house olosely, as it contained a large number of treasures, and wo had done so. What could be the matter with Ben to "blab" the whole thing in this way? Was he drunk? Not a bit of It! Ho was as sober as I was. "Tell you what, Bon," said I, after a moment's thought, "I'll bet you £5, and, what's more, I'll pay squarely If I lose." "That's a go," ho oried. "I'll take a weok, and if the job ain't palled off by that tliuo I'll send yer the paper."

I was glad to get away, for it dawned on my mind that they might be about to undertake the job that very night. Nor could I possibly divine the strange behavior of such an old hand as Ben.

Jackson, who talked tho job over with me, said: "Look out, my boy. Bellweather's is not tho house they'ro going for. They've got some big plant on In the neighborhood, and we must keep our eyes open. That Ben would deceive! all the Uot^otivea In all the capitals, let alone a beginner!"

I said, Certainly,'' but in my own heart I thought that I was a jolly, clover fellow, and in that mood I strolled into Palace ganlons and took a look at the bankor's mansion. It was a flno house, carefully .guarded. One manservant remained as watchman, and I took an opportunity of chatting with him, explaining that I thought an attack would be made on the place In a night or two. He laughed the idea to scorn. "We're shut up like a prison," said he, "and yon may just sleep easy. They won't get much t£iu wad."

But, knowing Bon, I thought otherwise, and I chuckled as I returned to the police station, saying to myself, "You old fool, Ben, you must bo going mad in your

NOW, I had settled on a plan in my mind. I would watch Bell weather's house myself every night during that week and yrould tako two smart fellows with me that we might thoroughly surround it. This plan I followed, watching diligently in tho raw January cold for flvo hours every night and continuing the business for the flvo days of tho allotted week. Nothing transpired, however. Not a sonl came near tho place. There were no robberies In tlio district. Old Ben had evidently been fooling mo.

Ou tho sixth night I Was preparing to go out, as usual, when of a sudden the whole office was surprised by tho appearance of Mr. Bellweather himself, a tall, gentlemanly man, with an aristocratic bearing and a most polito air, "I am sorry to have to trouble you at this hour of the night," ho said, "but I have received a letter from my man 11liiCm saying that he few* a burglary at my hou?o. .,

Strange men have been watching about It during tho last four days, and yesterday a man In the uniform of a soldier endearon*! to gut Into conversation with William. He wired to me at once, so I have loft my wife and children at Dover and have hur rled home"

I *aid that he had acted re»j*t wisely, and as I gathered from hia remark* William expected tho burglary to be attempted that night or perhnpe the next. This caused mo to be prompt In my action. "I'll return with'you, and we'll watch together, I sftUl. Two men will be enough, for they will be well armed, and if we take more we may disturb the gang and lose them." "Quito so," said Mr Bel weath«r. "It would b© well for *11 to rid the neighborhood of th- pests. I have my French valet with ms and that will make five of ns in all, for I have sent William to Dover to look after the luggage and to help my wife. If yon can ©onw op l* the house at one©, tt be safer."

Evidently U.v--e waa not a mlnnte to be lost. Catling two treaty men* I bade tbsm load their revolvers and Instruct the police on tho beat to keep about the p)«e& Then we set out, and when we wnitod at the banker's boww 1 that supper was laid In the dlr.'-g r*«. and that there were lights Ini kifch«n,

You've got mneh gas about* I »ld. But he worked: So can clone the shntters when we get In, and it la a Utile early for them yet."

This was trov and we entered, being

IV jareful to close the whole place op Uwt :|j§j|jao* a ray of light might shine outside.

Then Mr. Bellweather invited us to sup with him, and we sat down to a good mew admirably cooked by the French valet, a silent, respectful servant-, who never opened his lips, but seemed to anticipate our every want.

Supper over, the watching began, and we made a nice little party, drawing round a oo*y flre on the groat landing, an advantageous spot, as we oould hear there any noise or attempt on the house. As for myself, 1 knew that I was about to make a fine haul, and, lighting a big cigar, I said: "You old fool, Ben I Whatever were you thinking about to blab like that?"

It was midnight, and all the lights in the lower part of the house were out. The French valet slept, or pretended to sleep, for we had told hire to keep his ears open In the butler's pantry by tho kitohtib. Thereat of us huddled round the fire, speaking In whispers, smoking like chimneys, listening to overj* sound, to every moan of the wintry breefe.

"They'll try the library window for a oertalnty," whispered Mr. Bellweather to me as the olook struck the quarter past, but I said: "Hardly. The pantry window Is the more likely." And with that we fell to listening again, Mid all was silence.

As I waited and watched I beoame anxlous and still more anxious about those lower windows, and I deaoended the stairs twice to make sure that no one was trying the pantry, yet eaoh time I was reassured by the appearance of the valet, who oame up from below as I was about to go down, and remarked In very bad English, "Ver' right." He was a faithful fellow, that valot, and he watched well.

When the hour of 9 o'olook came, we were nearly all asleep—that Is to say, the rest of them were nodding in their chairs, and Mr. Bellweather was absolutely snoring. I alone was possessed of my full wakeful powers, and as the wind lulled for a moment, and the deep bell of the big elock struck the quarter past, I alone heard a faint scratching noise coming from below. "Hist, what's that?"

The dreamers were awake in a second. My comrades pulled out their revolvers and cocked them. Mr. Bellweather went on tiptoe to the head of the stairs and listened. The scratching sound became louder and louder. We heard the splintering of wood. My heart beat wildly. Oh, that old fool Ben! "What's the plan?" asked one of my comrades in a whisper when we were quite sure that a door was being forced, and I said: "Let them enter and seize them as they come to the top of the stairs. I hope that valot will keep quiet." "He'll be all right," said Mr. Bellweather under his breath, adding as if a thought oeme to him, "I'll slip out on to the balcony window and see what they're up to."

Ho had left us before I could stop him, and in another moment I heard the balcony window open. The scratching still went on, though, and just as a real cra?h came and the window must have been forced open the loud voice of the French valet was heard crying: "Robbaires! T'ievesl" while the shrill sound of a policeman's whistle fell on the night air.

At that moment Mr. Bellweather returned from the balcony. "They're alarmed," ho cried, "and are running for the small garden gate. After them, for your lives!"

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Determined not to lose Ben'at any risk, I rushed out., my comrades following me, and as we emerged we were met by two policemen, who had been watching near the house. Mr. Bellweather alone seemed ablo to discern the whereabouts of tho robbers, and he criod loudly: "Down there by th§ garden gate! After themt Go along 1"

The pursuit bocame goneral in an instant. The two policemen madly blew their whistles my two comrades, swifb runners, went their bast pace. I found mysolf last of all at the end of a minute, and my companlop was Mr. Bellweather, We wetfe neither of us good runners, and ho cried: "Stop 1 We're leaving tho front of the house unguarded."

His words were very true and worthy of a thoughtful man. I stopped instantly, gasping for breath and orying: "Come back, como back I There may be some of them out in tho gardens," with which idea I turned round to run the other way, when an extraordinary tiling happened. Somehow or other Mr. Bellweather's legs got mixed up with mine, and I fell heavily to tho earth. At that moment a gag was shoved into my mouth and a pistol was at my l\cti^ It was held there by Mr. Bellweather. 'Move ft muscle," he hissed, "and I blow your brains out!" I endeavored to rise, but ho struck mo heavily on tho head with the pistol, and half unconscious I felt myself being bound. Then I heard tho sound of wheels and knew that the robbers were being driven rapidly away, and so I lost consciousness.

They told mo ail about it next day. Mr. Bellweather had never returned from Germany at all. Tho telegram calling the man William Dover was a fAlse one. tfhe thieves had entered the house in the afternoon and packed tho valuables, getting them into tho cart during the false ohase of a supposed thief. Mr. Bellweather was a sham his valet was Ben. -4n4 I was done! Yes, sir, done by a burglar for the first and last time In my life.—TitBit*

Ttie Art of Mosate.

The slab upon which tho mosaic Is made Is generally of travertine, or tiburtlne, stones connected together by Iron damps. Upon tho surface of this a mastic or cementing paste Is gradually spread as the progress of the work requires It, which forms tturftdhoRlYe ground or bed upon which the mosaic i« laid. The mastio Is composed of fine lime from burned marble and finely powdered travertine stone mix ed to the consistence of a paste with lln soed oil. Into this paste are fixed the "smalts'' of which the mosalo picture is formed.

They area mixed species of opaque, vitrified glass, pamk?rf«r of the raturo oi stone and glass and mposed of a variety of minerals and materials, colored, for the most part* with different metallic oxides. Of these, no fewer than 1,700 different are In

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When the picture to completely finished and the cement thoroughly dried, it 1* highly polished. Mosaic, though an an elent art, Is not merely a revived, but an improved one. nambers* Journal '-1 Hard to Tell. "gee how doleful those two girts took! wonder what's the matter with them?** "One of them ha* been married sis moult* and the other was jilted by her fiance" "Will, which Is which?"—Boston Stand ard.

HIS NARROW ESCAPE,

A METHODIST MINISTER'S EXPERt* ENC6 WITN INDIANS.

He Was the Sola Passenger In a Stag* That Was Attacked—The Urlver Was Killed, and the Freaeher Attempted to

Take His Place—A I»«eky Tumble,

The Ghoyenues and Kiowas were on the warpath in 1887. Stage stations were attacked and burned, telegraph wires were torn down and thrown into wells, and all regular communication on the overland trail was abandoned. It was the duty of Captain Powell to establish the stations, leaving a gnard of two or three men at eaoh, and to push on toward Fort Impton. The oountry was swarming with Indians, and small parties of white men moved only tinder great peril At one point along the river the command met a stage, whioh presented an amusing sight. On the top sat five men, armed with long gnns and revolvers, while from the inside peered a woman and three ohildren. The oaptain persuaded the party to plaoe itself nnder his protection, as a ooach had been attacked the day before and the driver killed. At the Wisconsin ranoh the ooach and the dead body of the driver were brought in. The lining had been cut out and the woodwork was riddled with ballets. The savages had torn open the mail sdck and distributed the letters over the plains, after tearing them open as if in search of money.

The next day at a spot called Living Springs, 40 miles north of Denver, a long, lank individual walked intooamp. The stranger oalled for the officer in oommand and was conducted to Captain PowelL "The man introduced himself as a Methodist minister from Denver," said Colonel PowelL "I asked him how he happened to be so far from home. He replied by saying that he wanted to borrow a gun. 'If a coach comes through,' said he, 'I want to go along and kill some of those red devils that were after me yesterday.' I asked the man to sit down and tell his story. He did so, saying that he was in the coach whose, driver was killed the day before. I looked at him in astonishment, but he told his story in such a straightforward way that I believed it. He explained that the day before was quite warm, and after dinner he had pulled off his coat and boots, and being the only passenger in the coaoh had stretched himself across the seats inside and gone to sleep. His story went as follows: 'I had not been napping very long when I was awakened by the most infernal yelling I ever heard in my life. I looked out the window and found that 80 or 40 Indians bad attacked the coach and were pouring volley after volley into it. The driver had turned the horses, and we were making remarkable speed toward Godfrey's ranch. A shot struck the driver, and he fell off the box dead. 'Then I thought my only ohance oI safety lay in reaching the boot and getting hold of the lines. I climbed out of the door, crawled into the seat left vacant and discovered to my dismay that the lines had fallen between the horses and were dragging on the ground.'

Continuing his narrative, Colonel Powell related the story as it came from the lips of the minister. The Indians continued their frightful shouts, ana the terrified horses plunged forward at a pace that threatened to wreck the coach. The minister climbed down to the tongue of the coach and made a wild grab for the lines. At the same moment the coach lunged across a gully in the sand which had been formed by a storm the day before. The minister lost his hold and fell headlong into the washout The ooach passed over him, and a moment later the pursuing Indians dashed by on horseback after the coach and horses.

The minister lay perfectly still for several minutes. Then he peered over the plain to see that the coach had been stopped a short distanoe away and was being robbed. The minister saw only one means of escape. The Indians would certainly return for his soalp, and his only safety was in a bold dash for the Platte river, several hundred yards away. The river was wide and swift, and he might succeed in crossing to the opposite bank. The project was carried into execution. In his stooking feet the white man made a dash through 800 yards of cactus. Two red devils attempted to head him off, but the thtpongUy aroused minister of th$ gospel tat outclassed the natives of the plains as a sprinter. With a prayer upon his 111 he plunged into the muddy water and reached a small island in the center ol the river.

Looking back to the shore, what was the astonishment of the man to

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strangers, apparently white men, standing gnd beckoning him to return. The Indians had retired, and the two newcomers were officers of Fort Lupton, who were returning to the fort after a hunting trip along the river. The minister swam to show and was escorted to a place of safety.

Colonel Powell remained at Foil Lupton for several months until the Indians quieted down and danger had passed away. Them he hauled down the flag and abandoned the post, marching to Denver In order to cross the Platte river, on his way to Fort Laramie. At that time the only bridge an the Platte river between the Missouri river and the mountains was at Sixteenth street in Dun ver.—Denver News.

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A large number «f the millionaires »iK ooBStitote tho plutocracy of Australia and who practically role the «oost out there axe, If not ex-convicta, tt any rate the offspring or descendants ol individuals who made the trip out in manacles and who left home for their country's good. This is ooe of there* ions why colonial magnates—no matter aow wealthy, generous and respectable —are always looked upon with a certain degree of suspicion.—Chicago Record.

The Mew Woman's Bala Contama. The now woman bos appeared in Now ¥ork streets in her rain costume. It is immense. Here is what she wore, wisely, though not too well, according to her critics, This particular new woman was not hold, bnt entirely self possessed, and she took step in front of her companions of the wheel, independent as many of them are. She wore a pair of bloomera, of checked cloth and leggings that reached the knee, and from her shoulders hung a full cloak that just reached the top of tho legging, while on her head was crushed a Fedora cap, with rather a rakish bend forward over the left eyebrow, An nmbrella sheltered this new woman, but when the wind playfully lifted the cloak aside there was an exolamatiou of dismay by other women who were not so new as they thought they were.

The wearer of this costume is an English woman, who said she was an enthusiastic wheelwoman and always wore it on a rainy day at 'ome. No drabbled pettiooats, no swishing of besoaked skirts, for her, bnt infinite utility, ease and independence, no matter how hard it storms. This is getting the better of lordly mau, who is obliged to turn up his trousers when it rains in London. Pray let this newest woman alight on Boston, where muddy streets and slosh galore follow the mildest showers. We should !:otoseeher in a pelting northeaster. —Boston Herald. moves or the season.

Snow white gloves stitched with blaok or other color are considered most correct for day wear on all smart occasions. Not only are these gloves seen at reoeptions, weddings, lawn parties and like functions, but they are worn on the street with white costumes. With church or visiting dress pale chamois of lemon suede gloves stitched with black take the place of white, and often tone better than pure white with the Joseph's coat style of apparel now prevailing, but when the handsome costume is black or dark in color the white kid glove shows to great advantage. Though it must be admitted that light gloves soil quickly, they look when cleaned almost equal to new. Darker gloves, on the contrary, though much more enduring at first, never clean well. To remove tko soiled portion means removal of the glove's dye also and betrays the eoonomy practiced. Thus gloves in pale shades of fawn, putty, gray and mushroom, which have been cleaned several times, when put on look almost equal to new gloves^ The process of renovation no longer includes the scenting of the gloves with some offensive scouring agent.—be. Louis Globe-Democrat.

Brr.ck to Her First Love.'

I see that Bessie Bisland is writing again. Though married and rich beyond her dreams when she was a struggling newspaper woman or girl, she cannot shake off the old love of writing. I remember those days when she first came to New York from New Orleans and kept house in Fourth avenue with her sister, with a fat old southern mammy as general factotum. I think the doors of the fiat had tp be widened so that Aunt Sally might squeeze through without taking away the jambs. Miss Bisland was at that time a beautiful as well as a cultuied woman. I have not seen her since she was married. One of her sweetest stories was an imaginary description of the courtship of Shakespeare. It contained about 5,000 words and had only a private circulation in manuscript among her intimate friends. She said that in the original it was regarded by some of her quiet friends as rather odd, and in deference to their wishes she cut out what she considered the most interesting situations. I wonder what has become of that little story? —New York Press.

Mrs. Walford.

Mrs. Walford, the English author of a "Baby's Grandmother," is said to bo an accomplished artist in water color as well as charming writer and is withal a most engaging hostess in her beautifal English country seat She likes Amerijans and means to visit this country as soon as possible. g||

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