St. Joseph County Independent, Volume 13, Number 10, Walkerton, St. Joseph County, 3 September 1887 — Page 1

VOLUME XIII.

MIGNONETTE. BY NINETTE M. LOWATEB. ■That fiiint, sweet fragrance boars me back To youth's enchanted hours. When sho I loved anion ; her ©raids Had twined, its tiny Howers. I kissed her softie as wo stood Beside the meadow bars— Oh! never seemed the earth so fat" Or halt so bright the stars! She is not dead —hor fair face still Is fair to all but me ; But Life can dig far deeper graves Than those of Death can bo ! f NUMBER 10; Oil, AHOTHEB MAN'S CHIME. BY The Author of “The Rokewood Tragedy,” “The Fenton Girls,'' "Alithorpe,” Etc. CHAPTER VIIL THE TELEGRAMS. Now, it bo happened that our worthy fi lend tho Warden was in anything but ! good-humor when the messenger appeared with Mr. Winkle's telegram. Various things bad taken place that morning to rud’e the Warden's usually J serene temper, aud no sootier did he espy the tell-tale yellow envelope in the messenger s hand than his irritation broke forth. “Business, I’ll be bound,” quoth the I irascible official, “and at this time of day, too. I’d like to know what pleasure there | is in life if one must be always at the beck and call of the public? Now, I say, like a certain other man said, once upon a time, ‘Ti e public bo blanked!’ 1 won't attend to it. 111 eat my breakfast or burst myself in the effort.” The boy handed the envelope to tho Warden. “Rep’y wanted at Qnce, sir.” “To the devil with a reply. ” howled the official. “There's my breakfast cooling, and pancakes ain’t good when cold, au I they can't be warmed over. Total loss of material, don’t you see, un’ess eaten hot.” "Can t help that, sir. Must obey orders,” returned the boy. The Wardon snatched at the yellow missive and tore it open. TELEGRAM I. [A. Winkle to Wardon A Prison.] “City of C , Feb. 6,18 —■. “Please telegraph us particu'ars of a man known on your prison rolls as convict ‘No. 10.’ What is his name, ago,-and how many years has he served? Please be as explicit as possible, omitting nothing known of him by the prison officials. “L. L. Life Insurance Co., “Per A. Winkle.” The Warden glared at tho waiting messenger as if he were somehow linked hand-in-glovo with ihe sender of the obnoxious telegram. But the messenger maintained his look of innocence. “Will I dispatch him?” snorted the Warden, grasping a po cil as though it-were a broadsword to be immediately nourished over the neck of the culprit. “Will I dispatch him? I rather think I will, and much good may it do him.” TELEGRAM 11. [Warden A to A. Winkle, Esq. [ “State Prison, Feb. 6, 18—. “Mr. A. Winkle: James Orton, otherwise known as convict ‘No. 10,’ who was serving a life sentence for the murder of John Dawes eighteen years ago, or thereabout, was recent y pardoned by the Governor, and for the last six weeks has been at liberty. His present address is unknown. Beyond the fact that his prison record here is exceptionally good, I know nothing about him. Very truly. “Warden A.” This scrawl he tossed loftily to the waiting messenger, and then sat doun to his meal. “If anybody wants to find convict No. 10 they can do so,” he growled, gulping down a cup of scalding coffee. “But I shan't lift a finger to help ’em do it. Not I.” CHAPTER IX. HUNTERS AND HUNTED. Mr. Winkle awaited the Warden’s reply with growing impatience. At last, after what seemed to him an interminable time, the dispatch was placed in his hands. He hastened to break the seal. An exclamation of disappointment escaped him as he mastered tho contents. “As usual,” he ejaculated, “we are too late. It Ims ever been our luck, in everything that pertained to the Uddcrzook case, to be just a little too late.” - “What is tho news?” Mr. Winkle gave the dispatch to the attorney. The lawyer perused the telegram. After a moment's refection he returned the message to his client. “Don't allo.w this to discourage you. The delay is a little unfortunate, but after all it is only a delay—not a defe.it. Sooner or ' later—it is really but a question of time — you will find 'No. 10.’ There is nothing surer. ” . “I wish I could think so,” replied Winkle, moodily. “I am afraid his discovery is more easily talked about than accomplished.” “You are too quickly disheartened. The ex-convict will undoubtedly take up life again at the point where he left it when the doors of the prison closed upon him. Find out who the associates of James Orton were. You miy depend upon this, he will return to his old haunts. Jie wll have friends to reward and foes to punish. In six weeks’ time he cannot have lost himself so successfu’iy as to have left no trace behind. There is this about it, if the man called James Orton knows of the fraud tha* was practiced by Jonaihan Udderzook, he is by far too valuable a person to be lightly lost sight of.” “I know that. But what do you advise me to do? oi, don’t you advise me at nil?” “Cmtainly. My advice is to put a dearwitted man upon lbs track ami hunt him down; in other words, trail him.” “Well do it,” cried Winkle, smiting the table. “We’ll do it. Theie s a young detective I know, the ' cry man for <>ur business. His name is More, and ho looks ns innocent as a baby. But he's deeper than the sea. and sly as a fox. More s the man for us. ” “Very Wf H. Send More to the prison, and let him get all the information that lie can from the prison officials details you know of Orton’s career. Let him go back then to the lime and the scene of the murder, and then let ns hear the results. There was never yet a criminal so cunning as to entirely destroy the thieads that connect him with society at large. Have patience and wai . But work.” “Yes,” said Winkle rising, his eyes sparkling, “I will. Your advice shall be acted upon. ” So it cc' ie to pass that as No. Hl pursued his enemy even so was he pursued in turn. Alert and open-eyi d, keen-scented and watchful, the sleuthhound- were upon the track, the hunters and the hunted ail la tha todd together.

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Now to the game that should be run from the cover. c CHAPTER X AT THE EVERGREENS. While Mr. Winkle, as tho representative of the life insurance company, was moving' everything movable in his attempts to tracoj the missing No. 10; while the worthy War-, den speculated vaguely upon the telegram of inquiry sent him by tho insurance company; while Joshua Britt read with increasing anger, and indignation, and terror the story of the pardon, “No. 10," actuated byt one overpowering desire —the desire for re-' venge—was every day drawing a little nearer' to the goal tof nis ambition. Guided by the secret hinted at in tho letters that had foiled the packet the Warden had given, him on Christmas morning, he had plodded steadily forward—always in the right direction. Now the month was March. The short, mild winter was rapidly drawing to a close. Already the snow had disappeared, leaving the earth a dark and dreary-looking landscape. Through tho mud and slush the solitary ~ —— i A A : O iifc A path, shaded and lonely, led somewhere. figure of a man appeared upon the scene.. His haggard face was weather-beaten and* tanned, and he walked like one who had. traveled a long distance. He paused a moment in his toilsome journey, aud from a. slight eminence looked attentively about* him. To the east stretched the mysteriousmarshes through which he had evidently come. To the westward the hills lifted their long, uneven outlines against a sunless sky. To the left stretched the barren fields. At the right of him and standing far back from the traveled road, as if courting obscurity and loneliness, was a thick grove of. evergreens. And behind these trees, and partially hidden by their boughs, stood an old red brick building, now much dilapidated and., evidently falling to decay. A row of solemn firs edged the boundary line between the road and the adjacent fields leading* up to the old, moss-eaved mansion, and a dirty pond at the foot of the little hill seemed to serve as a drain to the lands about if. Some ducks were now disporting over tho turbid surface of the pool, and their noisy gabble reached the ears of the approaching traveler. He turned from the main road and en-. tered the fields, like one w ho had once been ‘ familiar w.th the place and its surroundings. A few rods brought him to a double row of cypress trees, standing so near together that their interlacing arms clasped each' other above his head. A path, shaded and lonely, led. on somewhere between the l trees. He plunged quickly into this walk, and went on in the shadows over the hill, beyond the old red house among the firs. The walk ended as suddenly as it had begun, the trave’er finding himself in a small square inclosure, bordered ou all sides with funereal cypress trees. Evidently the place was a private cemetery, for a few head-stones here and there told the mournful story of death. He made his way quickly to a for corner of the yard. A grave, sunken and uncared for, with dead weeds breast high upon it, met his gaze. The stone that marked it was displaced, and lay, face downward, on the ground. He stooped and righted it. The inscription was nearly effaced. Mold and miklew had left their mark upon it. He put his finger carefully upon the letters, and traced them out, one by one. ; Jonathan Udderzook, : ; Died : Oct. 15, 13—, : ; Jstat : ; 70 yrs. 6 mo’s & 17 days. : “The record of a lie,” cried tho traveler, striking the stone with his bare hand; “the record of a lie." As he stood gazing at the moldy inscription a second person stealthily entered the cemetery. This person was a man—Joshua Britt—the owner of The Evergreens. Britt paused in surprise, and stared at the unexpected sight of a stranger in the cemetery. Whatever the feeling was that changed his ruddy cheek to ghastly whiteness at the sight of the man before him, no sound escaped his lips. A dark scowl settled upon h's visage. Should he advance or retreat? Even as he hesitated, the traveler turned suddenly from the grave. Their eyes met. Recognition was mutual. “It is you you,” gasped Britt, recoiling from the blazing eyes that seemed to scorch his very sou); “you! ——” “Yes, I,” cried the traveler, with a cry of rage. “We meet at last, Jo —” “Not that name,” cried Britt, rushing upon his antagonist. “Speak that name at your peril!” CHAPIER XI was it murder? In the deadly struggle that now ensued, each of the participants intuitively felt it to be a matter of life and death for one or the other of them. Alter that first exclamation of rage and fear, neither had spoken. Like tigers thirsting for blood, they rushed upon each other. Nearly matched inr physical strength and tenacity of purpose—the one animated by just hatred and a desire for revenge; the other impelled by fear and a feeling of self-preservation-the battle waged was one of extermination. They fought like mad men. With eyes blazing, With lips compressed, with muscles standing out like whip-cords; panting, strugg ing, now standing upright, now rolling "upon the frozen earth in a deadly embrace, the struggle went on still apparently with advantage on neither side. But this could not last. Britt suddenly slipped Before he could recover himself his antagonist bad taken advantage of the accident, and the next moment Britt was thrown flat upon his back, and his assailant had clasped hiin tightly by ’he throat. 'The advantage was but momentary. ' As the choking li: gers fastened themselv.s about his neck, Britt saw the hilt of

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a knife protruding from the breast pocket of his adversary’s coat. To snatch it was the work of an instant. The i ext moment ho struck wildly, blindly, for he was dizzy from the terrible grasp of those strangling fingers. The knife sank heavily into the yielding j flesh. Something red and warm spurted on his face. The fingers relaxed their deadly grip; a heavy bodj settled slowly down upon him. There was a groan, a gurgle, as of bloou rushing, hot and red, from a wound. ( The dizziness that threatened Britt, now 1 overpowered him. He knew that he was saved, but he could not rise. The leaden, sunless sky seemed to settle down upon him. The long arms of the cypress trees danced like ghostly spirits before him. The darkness and loneliness of the grave seemed to encircle and fold him in. Sight and feeling fled away, and ho lay in the gathering twilight, cold and stiff and silent as the victim whose body held him to the frozen earth. Night came on. A mist that had hung for hours upon the wind gave place to rain. A cold, dismal sleet fell like icy tears upon the two stark faces turned upward to the skies. How long ho lay there unconscious, a prey to the night and the storm, Britt never knew. When he came to himself, a fine cold rain was falling, and it was already night. From tho western wing of The Evergreens bo could see tho lamp-light shining from his wife's window. Clear and white, like a star, it twinkled upon him through tho blackness of the night and the storm. W ith difficulty he pushed from him the heavy body of his victim, and essayed to rise. He was stiff from cold, and his muscles rigid. But a determined will conquered in the end, and ho stood up. Then the thought occurred to him for the first time—what should bo do with the body of the man ho had slain? Ho dared not throw himself upon the mercy of the people by telling boldly the story of the battle waged , and won. There were reasons why the most plausibly tale would find no credence with tho people. A thought occurred to him. Tho cemetery was a private one, and belonged to his own estate. It had never been used for burial purposes by auj’ other than the owners of The Evergreens. Few graves were there now. It was unfrequented and isolated—lhe very thing for his purpose. Taking nobody into his confidence, ho ■ would himself inter tho body unaided, and thus escape suspicion, and perhaps detection as well. To secure a pick and spado would be tho work of a few moments. Filled with this idea, Britt suddenly stepped out toward the cypress walk. But ere he had taken tho second step tho folly of tho idea became apparent to his mind. Though tho snow Ind disappeared some time before, tho ground was still fiozen. Alone and unassisted, it would take hours for him to dig a place of sepulture a sepulture whose silent clods would still bo , a witness against him. He struck his forehead with bis clenched fist. What should ho do '> Ah! Like lightning flashed through his mind the • - ^1 The. next moment he struck wildly. thought of a well—old, dry, long disused. In this well he could hide the evidence of his crime. Britt seized the bo ly, and, with superhuman strength, bore it from the cemetery. The rain was still falling slowly as he made his way. with difficulty, d >wn the cyprers walk; but th> icy drops, as they splashed his face, mule no impression thereon. He reached the well. A few rotten boards covered its yawning mouth. To throw them aside was tho work of an instant. 'To push tho body in'o the unknown depths that now opened to receive it was quickty dono. As tho body fell Britt leaned his head attentively over Ibe well, listening for the heavy thud which would attest Us descent. But there was no sound. Disappointed, Britt peered anxiously through the darkness in'o the depths of tho well, but he could jicrecive nothing. Tho darkness was intense. Ho could not see his ha id before him. Putting out his foot he felt carefully all about. At list, satisfied that his victim was disposed of, be rop’acod tho rotten planks over the well and walked toward U'-o house. [TO BE CONTINUED.] A Glabe All Around. “Good evening, Mr. Moneyton. AVon’t you take this chair by lite window? It is a very warm evening. The gaslight attracts the gnats; I'd turn it down now yon have come.” “Ah, thank you. I knew there was a great deal of nonsense about me, but until this minute I never thought of competing with the gas company.” “i xense me. I did not intend to make light of you.” "Never mind. Hetort, however, is most excellent for the production of light.”— Chi ago ledger. A Mnflier Kcedcd. A long-felt want has boon found in the shape of a muTer for a piano, an appliance that will keep tho sound of practice exercise all wiJiin a lew feet of the disturb nice. This is an improvement in the right direction. It should go on. An effective brass band muffler would make the world much better.— N' io OrL au,< l‘i ajune. The one gift to give children is selfcontrol. Give them the habit of it and the knowledge to understand when they should take themselves in hand. That is worth a fortune in itself, and it is far better than the “machine-drill of enforced obedience. The child that is restrained by orders only will bo sure to Uy back, like a released spring, as soon as tho pressure is removed. Let it be taught to appeal to itself, to judge for itself in little matters of the nurserv, or in matters of dispute with others. -

; THE COLORADO INDIAN TROUBLES Origin of the Present Outbreak—Portrait of Chief Colorow. i A Western correspondent declares that • the war with tho White River Utes is a ■ white man’s war. that the Indians are not forcing the fighting, nor are they desirous , of continuing the war. The facts of the case appear in this wise: In the spring of । 1887 a band of lawless, drunken cowboys i shot one of Chief Colorow’s bucks without any active protest on his part, and subse- । quently his hister was shot. Even this i did not arouse any efforts at retaliai tion. Seeing that the wily old Ute was I ' Im. ' lO®® 4 not to bo entrapped into warfare, a charge I of horse stealing was trumped up by Sheriff Kendall, and he forthwith attempted to arrest two of Colorow’s bucks, but these were not to be found. In the meantime Coiorow gathered up his tribe, sent runners out in all directions, and it is not improbable that a general uprising will result. Coiorow is tho chief who participated in the Meeker massacre of 1880, and no at- i tempt is made to make him out a saint. The Indians form a very insignificant part of the population of the State^f Colorado (which as it will bo remembered is as largo as the states of New York, Pennsylvania, New Jersey and Delaware combined), but their methods of warfare make them formidable antagonists. Tho action of the desperadoes is the more to be deprecated in that it conveys the impression to the gen- ' oral public that the Indians are still a great factor in the affairs of Colorado, whereas an Indian is almost as scarce as a buffalo, and of the latter species,of animals there are scarcely a dozen in tho entire State, and these few are seldom seen. From the Seat of War -Coiorow Charged with Murder. [Denver telegram.] From the scattered information received the Indians number anywhere from 400 to 000. The regular troops number about 250 and the State force nearly if not quite as many. The State forces are now acting on the defensive aifd the Indians are held in check by the regulars, or from the fact that they are not yet prepared to assume the offensive. Pea l o may be tho result, but more bloodshed is just as likely to follow. The death of iMout. Folsom has embittered the whites, and a citizen of Glenwood Springs, where Folsom resided, has sworn out a warrant charging Coiorow with his murder. This document has been sent to Sheriff Kendall by a special courier, and it will only servo to complicate matters. DR. PARKER. The Probable Successor of Henry Ward Jhvdicras I'a^tor of riyniouth Church. A recent dispatch from New York announced the arrival in that city of Rev. Dr. Joseph Parker, the eminent London divine. It is said he conies to this country to till tho vacancy in Plymouth Church, Brooklyn, caused by the death of the late Henry Ward Beecher. Dr. Parker will preach for some time at I’lymouth, and will also, it is said, deliver several lectures in the United States as part of his programme. Dr. Parker is a man of someIF ••Wlm ( , v " what past middle age, born in tho North of England, and who during his early ministerial career did most of his preaching among the dissenters of Northumberland. His first public life began with his being a Wesleyan Methodist local preacher. He was a candidate for the ministry of that body at a time when it was torn by internal strife and mutilated by a great loss of membership. Hence no new men were received, and Mr. Parker’s minislerial aspirations were temporarily checked. Joining the Congregational denomination, he was encouraged to continue preparations for the ministry, and was soon chosen pastor for the church at Banbury, Oxfordshire. Here he outgrew his sphere, and accepted a call to Cavendish Chapel, Manchester. In 1869 he was invited to become pastor of Poultnoy Chapel, London, and consented. Dr. Parker next preached in the “City Temple.” In 1873 Dr. Parker attended ihe meeting of the Evangelical Alliance in New York, when he formed the personal acquaintance of Henry Ward Beecher. In 1877 Dr. Parker started a weekly journal, which soon accumulated a large circulation. By his preachings he has won to himself the hearts of all his hearers, and this mainly through his wondrous oratory, his kindly benevolent charity, and his ardent belief in the living issues of the hum-drum every day life. A kind voice is like a lark’s song to a hearth and home. Boys and girls,, use your guests’ voice at home. Watch it day by day, for it will be worth more to you in the time to come than tho best pearl hid in the sea. Thk adversaries of a good cause are like men who strike at the coals of a large lire; they scatter the coals and propagate the lire. A schoolboy remarks that when his teacher undertakes to show him what is what, he only finds out which is switch.

THE SUNDAY-SCHOOL Notes on Ihe Lesson for September 4 — “Trust in Our Heavenly Father.” (From Chicago Sandard. By Rev. J. M. Coon.] Tho subject for the lesson for the 4th of September may be found in tho sixth chapter of Matthew’, from tiio twenty-fourth to the thirty-fourth versos. Time, summer, A. D. 28. Place, Mount of Beatitudes. SPECIAL MENTION. 77ie Sermon on the. Mount.— lt is claimed by some that no analysis can be made of this discourse of Carist, and that none should bo attempted. Bui we may be quite sure that this greatest sermon by thogn atest of preachers is not a more throwing together of incoherent. and broken parts, however good m themselves. The following is one of the best outlines of tho whole sermon: The book of Mat how presents Jesus as Messiah-King as does no other book of the Bible. It seems unmistakably to be constructed around this idea. In tho first chapter we have tho King’s genealogy, allowing hi.s hereditary right to the throne. In tho second aro the facts of tho King’s ■ birth. In tho third and fourth chapters, the King having come to full age, is inducted into office by baptism and temptation. In tho fifth, sixth, and seventh wo have tho King’s “inaugural address,” setting lortli the principles, or laws, of citizenship in Ills kingdom. 1 The citizen of the kingdom. 1. His character (Matt. 5: 1-12). 2. His mfluonoe (Matt. 5: 13-1 G). IL The law of the kingdom as to morals. 1. As to immutability (MatL 5: 17-20). 2. As to murder (sixth commandment) (Matt. 5: 21-26). 3. As to adultery (seventh commandment, Matt. 5: 27-30). 4. As to divorce (Matt 5: 31, 32. 5. As to oaths (Matt. 5: 83-37. 6. As to retaliation (Matt 5: 88 42). 7. As to hatred (Matt. 5: 43 48). 111. The law of tho kingdom as to religion. 1. Almsgiving (Matt 6: I—1). 2. Prayer (Matt. 6: 5 15). a. Spirit (Matt 6: 5 8). b. Method (Matt 6: 9 15). 3. Fasting (Matt 6: 16-18). IV. Tho law of tho kingdom as to secular life. 1. Covetousness (the sin of tho rich, Matt 6: W-23). 2. Anxiety (tho sin of tho poor, Matt 6: —o4). a. Contrary to nature—needless (Matt 6: 25-30). b. Contrary to the lessons of revela-tion-heathenish (Matt 6: 31-33). c. Contrary to the whole scheme of providence—futile (Matt 6: 34). । V. Tho law of tho kingdom as to social life. 1. Charity in judgment (Matt. 7: 1-5). ■ 2. Discrimination in association (Matt 7: 6). 3. Persistence in working (Matt 7: 7-11). 4 Justice in acting (Matt. 7: 12). VI The law of tho kingdom as to official life. 1. Tho teacher must boa citizen of the kingdom (Mate 7: 13, 14). 2. The teacher must not bo false but true (Matt 7: 15-20). 3. Tho teacher must practice what ho preaches (Matt. 7; 2L23). VIL The law of tho kingdom applicable to all 1. Obedience secures salvation (Matt. 7: 24, 25). 2. Disobedience insures destruction (Matt. 7: 26, 27). (W. li. Rates, m N 5. rimee ) Special rroculeneex. —As a history, the B ble is a continuous record of God's direct guul uiee of His psoj le. From tho t.mo of Hie tirst of the I’utnarchi to ili.it of the last of th ' Apostles, wo have an unbroken series ot spec.al providences. The innmnerablo exhortations which wo find in Scripture to put our trust in God and pray to Him for gu dance and daily blessings, are based tinon tins truth of God’s special providence. Such exhortations as “Commit thy way unto the . Lord,” “Rest in the Lord aud wait patient y I for Him,” etc., would be ineanmgLss without the certain knowledge that God does dii' ct the affairs of men. We can go to Hun with confidence, seeking light and strength in each day’s need b cause we have tho insurance from Him that all our tunes are in ILs hand. (I’s. 31: 15) But tho special provi- | deuce of Go 1 is not mere y thus proved in the Irs.oiy and implied m tne i xhortatious to | timt which we find in the Bible; it is als< exp ieiuy stakd: “A man’s heart dcviseih bis .way, but the Iztrd direeteth b's steps. ” “Tlu lot is cast into the lap, 1 ut the whole disposing thereof is of the Lord.” Most emphatic ■ of i'll are the words of Chr st hiniseit on : this point. With those of our present I ^s-j Compare Matt. Ill; 29. (Ex.onin- r.) (traxx of the Field. —lhe scarcity of wood ' iu I’aleetine is very great, ospeeiafly in the Soilthcrn part, so that the people are obliged i to resort io tho use of almost everything tlia’ I is capable of being burnt, iu order to procure . the means of warming tueir houses in w.nter I and of preparing their daily so <1 They no; | only cut down the shrubs and larger kinds of i grass, but gather the common wit’iered grass ; itself, and tho wild flowers, of which the . fields display so rich a profusion. It is from । this soiirc: that tho Savior derives tho It aut - I till illustratio 1 which he employs for the i pu pose of repressing an undue solicitude on । ihe part of his followers roan eting the wants ot the pres th hfo. (Prof. Hackett.) The Lily. —This flower is very large, and the throe inner petals meet above, and form a gorgeous emopy, such as art never approached. and kmg never sat undoe ev m m Ins til most, glory. Anl when 1 met this incomparablo flower in all its lovelimsi, among the oak-woods around tho northern base of 'labor and on tho hills of Nizareth, where our Lord spent hie youth, I felt assured that it was to tin's ho referred. Wo call it Hnleh lily, because it was here that it was first discovered. Its botinical name, if it has one, I am unacquainted with, and am not anxious to have any other than that which connects it with its neighborhood. I suppose, also, that it is this identic d flower to which Solomon refers in the Song of Songs, “I am the rose of bhuou, and the lily of tho valleys.” (Thomson). LESSON LINK. After teaching ins disciples how to pray, ho tells them h. w to live, especially emphas zing the putting and keeping all things in their right places and relatjons (vs. 19-23). There ca i be but one supreme devotion, in tbe nature of the case. Tho important thing, then, is to choose a worthy object. Wo aro cautioned against choosing the world as such supremo object because (1) it brings care, (2) it corrupts Ihe sou), (3) it is unsubstantial and fleeting. Wo are also cautiono I against trying to choose the world and God. If the eye has a double vision it is worse than total bliudnoss. The lesson opens with another illustration of the same law. SEED-TRUTHS AND GERM-THOUGHTS. 1. Every ono serves somo master (v. 4). 2. If you do not choose for yourself, the world will chooso for you. 3. “Regeneration is both a philosophical and a Christian fact” (v. 24). 4. Choice is the most kingly and potent exercise of tho human soul. 5. Lossons of grace and trust from Hie book of nature (vs. 26 28). 6. Christ does not condemn the riches themselves, but their abuse. 7. Both Christ and Satan desire and demand the undivided service of the soul. 8. There is no commoner temptation to’the believer than a chronic practical distrust of God. Subject of the lesson for Sept. 11: Golden Precepts, Matt. 7: 1-12. In 1551 Bishop Still wrote the first English dialogue drama, called “The Search After Gammer Gurton’s Needle.” The first tragedy iu English was “Gorbodue, or Ferrex and I’orrex,” in 1561; and the first English comedy, “Tho Supposes,” in 1566. In 1581 Marloxve began to write and in 1589 Shakspeare. In Turkey it is considered an infamy, to have the beard cut off, and the slaves of the seraglio are shaved as a mark of their servile condition.

BRUTAL SPORT IN KENTUCKY. Farmers Set a Hull and Jackass to Fighting Each Other—The Latter Victorious. A special dispatch from Cincinnati to the Chicago Herald gives an account of a novel light near Kenton P. 0., Ky., between Pole Harrison’s bull and a jackass owned by one of his neighbors: The fight was the result of Harrison Laving mentioned in a bannering way his bull s fighting qualifications Fart of a red flannel shirt was thoughtfully brought by the referee. This was tied around the jack’s neck by consent of the owner, and the animals were- turned loose. The ass did not like the red, and seemed to blame the bull for its presence, for ho laid back his ears and made a dart for him. The bull got out of tho way, but not In timo to ©scape a bit© on tho rump. This maddened him and lie turned, and striking tho ass square ou the right shoulder he Hourly knocked him down. On ho came, but the ass recovered himself. Ho did not have timo to turn around and kick, but he got in a shoulder hitter with his fore foot. It struck tho bull a glancing lick on the neck and cut about two inches, from which tho blood flowed. A bellow told that tho bull was now thoroughly mnddenod. Ho went straight for tho jack, holding his head low and shaking it. Tho jack wheeled to kick, but tho bull, in anticipation of this, dodged around to his side. He got in a Blight blow, which cut several inches ol hair from his adversary's belly. Thus the fight went on with varying fortune, both animals receiving severe punishment. Both animals were 1 eginning to feel the heat, but they showed no signs of weakness or cowardice. While the bull was trying to evade tho heels of the jack he was caught on the rump by his teeth He held on, and for a few minutes they were spinning around in a small circle. The hold slipped at last, but with it came a big piece of bull hide end a stream of blood. Immediately the bull wheeled and gave tho jack । a lick that knocked him down. Ho followed up, and gored him across tho side, cutting a terrible gash, from which the blood spurted. I He was about to follow it up with another, I when the jack struck him in the eye with his iron-clad sere foot, and completely mashed that organ of sight. This gave him a chance to get up and lie wont for tho blind side of that bull like lightning. Both heols struck tbe bull square in tho side. He staggered, but did not fall. It could bo plainly seen that he was suf- ; fermg terribly and could not last long, but his i grit was still there. Tho jack led, but the bull I struck first and caught his adversary square in the stomach. He pushed on and buried his I horn. The jack fell as the bull tried to rip him ' open, and began yelling, kicking, and biting, I but the bull pinioned him fast. At last one of his kicks struck the bull on tho foro leg and i broke it. He fell and they rolled over together. Someone cried “Part them!” but their owners said to let them''fight it out," and fight it out i they did. until at last the jack planted his heo! - - firmly on tho bull's frontal bone and literally kicked tho life out of him. THE COLOR LINE. It Ilan Uvcn Drawn at Asbury Park—Portrait of Mr. Uradley. The sun’s rays beat down with scorching ardor on both the black and white population of Asbury l’ark, aud despite Mr. Bradley’s fiat that tho board walk, etc., was exclusively intended for the paying visitor, the colored people defy tho decree, and appear as usual on board walk, beach, and pavilion, writes a correspondent from the pretty New Jersey resort. Fuc/c, that has so humorously pictured the situation of w it the color line in a recent issue, fully explains the dilemma in an amusing sketch. There, black belli jostles her white neighbor as though to the manner and station 1 orn —equal. James A. Bradley, the founder'and owner of Asbury Park, of course has a legal and moral right, as long as private ownership of land is recognized, to decide who shall and who shall not occupy his private property. Mr. Bradley’s offending lies in the charge that he has said that large numbers of colored persons come to the beach every evening; that they monopolize the choice seats in the pavilion and crowd guests off the boardwalks; that some of them behave improperly, and that many try to make the walks and beach lodging places. Mr. Bradley’s words are; “Tho time is coming, indeed, may have arrived, when some decided action must be taken to show our colored friends that the board-walk and tbe pavilion are private property, to which the owner invites the guests of the ^hotel, and others, whom he does not invite, will bo requested in language not to be misunderstood not to interfere with the arrangements he has made for the permanency of the town and the protection of the capital he has invested.” Mr. Bradley manages the property that he has built, and maintains everything at his own expense. He is an acute, shrewd and active (business man, and, as the owner of Asbury l’ark, he has cer- । tainly a right to exclude whom and what he will. J Exhaustive Statistics on Wool. Col. Switzler, Chief of tho Bureau of Statistics, says a Washington dispatch, announces that ho will soon have ready for distribution a work of great importance to the manufacturing as well as the agricultural element of the country. It will boa statistical analysis of the wool industries of every country of the world, in which will be incorporated all the various acts of Congress relating to the tariff on wool and woolen manufactures from the time that the tax of 1793 was imposed down to the latest revision of 1883. A brief history of the enormous strides made in w’ool-grow-ing and wool-manufacturing will be a feature of the report, and everything of value to the farmer and manufacturer in connection with wool which can possibly be inserted in a work of this character will be added. Covrage that grows from constitution often forsakes the man when he has occasion for it; courage which arises from a sense of duty acts in a uniform manner. A fool can ask more questions than a wise man can answer; but a wise man cannot ask more questions than ho will find a fool ready to answer. Two little girls of 7 and 8 are playing together. “And your pajm, what does he do?” asked one of them. “Whatever mamma says,'”-- Exchange.

NUMBER 10.

INDIANA STATE NEWS. —Patents have been issued to the following Indianians; Wallace H. Dodge, Mishawaka, wooden pully; Byron E. Foss, Indianapolis, piston-rod packing; Charles W. Gift, assignor to L. R. Gift, Fairmount, weather strip; Frank Heller, Oakland City, air-heater; James A. Manning, Danville, assignor of one-fourth to E. M. White, Hendricks County, bridle bit; Isaac McCormick, assignor of one-half to C. E. Hall, Logansport, barn truss; Charles McNeal, assignor to Dodge Manufacturing Company, Mishawaka, rabbeting machine; George Phillion, assignor to Dodge Manufacturing Company, tool for turhlng the faces of pully-rims; Clayton & Potts, Indianapolis, clay disintegrator; William E. Ryan, French Lick, bellows attachment; Alanzon W. Straughn, Lincolnville, automatic com-dropper; Charles Whittenber, Indianapolis, cash-box drawer. —Prof. B. S. Coppock, Governor of White’s Indiana Manual Labor Institute, near Wabash, has just returned from Pine Ridge Indian Agency, in Dakota, with twonty-nine Indian children, who will bo educated in the Institute. There are seventeen girls in the company, several of whom were taken direct from the wigwams and cannot speak or understand English. All are Sioux, but one is a son of Little Chief, who is at the head of the northern Cheyennes. The Indian work at White’s Institute is attracting wide attention. Ten girls have just been returned to their western homes, having completed their education. The Government pays $125 a year toward the education of old pupils and SIOB for now ones. The deficit is made up by the National Society of Friends. —A special inquiry elicited the following showing of the condition of crops: The crops in Southern Indiana are even worse than anticipated two or three weeks ago. The corn crop will not be more than onehalf, while late potatoes, with few exceptions, may be set down as an entire failure. The river bottoms of Posey show fair corn, but further up the river this crop is seri©usly damaged. Knox, Daviess, and Martin counties are the worst sufferers by the recent drought. It is thought that Martin County will not raise enough corn to feed the teams that were used tending the crop, and many farmers are selling their stock at a great sacrifice. —Tho Indiana M. E. Conference, at the September session, will take preliminary steps toward the purchase of a large tract of land near West Baden Springs,on which will be established the annual camp-meet-ing of the Methodist congregations of Southern Indiana. A number of cottages, hotel, and tabernacle for worship will bo built, and the grounds laid off in the highest art of the landscape gardener. —At the De Pauw gas wells, abandoned in Harrison County, the gas pressure is so great that salt water is thrown out a distance of fifty feet high. It was the intention of the De Pauws to put up saltworks there this fall, but the will contest will prevent this until the matter is determined. It is estimated that salt water that could be converted into forty tons of salt per week goes to waste at these works. —A case has been decided by a Montgomery County Justice of the Peace that has attracted considerable notice. The trustee desired to send a man and family back to Fayette County for that county to keep, as that is where they came from. They refused to go, and the trustee rei sorted to the law to compel them to go. The justice decided they must go back to the county where they belong. —Samuel Eppard, a wealthy pioneer of Madison County and owner of the old Killbuck saw-mills, fell from a bridge near his residence and killed himself. Mr. Eppard was standing on the bridge talking to Mr. Hoagy, a neighbor, when he suddenly said: “I’m not feeling well,” fell from the bridge, striking the ground twelve feet below, and was picked up dead. —At a meeting of the directors of the Clark County Agricultural Association it was decided, on account of the extreme drought and scarcity of water on the fair grounds, that they would be compelled to postpone the fair until the first week in September, 1888, at which time they will have ample water facilities on their grounds. —The new Court-house that has been building in Muncie for over two years, is completed and tho contractors, Messrs. Charles Pearce & Co., have handed it over to the Commissioners. It presents a splendid appearance and is one of the very best court-houses in the State. The contractors have been faithful in every particular. —Mr. John Melease, a wealthy farmer, living near Yorktown, lay down on a railroad track and went to sleep. A westbound passenger struck him, leaving him in a state so mangled that his friends did not recognize him. He was dead when found, and some papers in his pocket । identified the remains, and they were sent home. -—Ferdinand McNutt, aged 20 years, was killed on the Lake Shore pile-driver, a few miles east of Elkhart, recently. He went up to take the block from under the hammer, tbe latter fell prematurely, and, striking the block, caused it to strike McNutt, who fell a distance of twenty feet, alighting on his head. He lived about an hour. —Reeny Alienbass, a young unmarried man, residing with his parents in Hanover Township, and employed in a saw-mill at Tryset, in Jefferson County, was prying on a log with a crow-bar, when he slipped, and foil backward on a circular saw, which cut him nearly in two, causing his instant death. —The body of Mathias Rapp was exhumed at Kossuth, and a second inquest shows that his death was tho result of violence. —Alexander Gable, a prominent housebuilder and contractor of Hartford City, fell from the roof of a house to the joiete below, striking upon his side, and breaking his leg and three ribs. He is not expected to recover. Lorena Peck, of Shoals, died of injuries received in a runaway that occurred while returning from the soldiers reunion at French Lick. She was in the company of George Hawkins, who was seriously injured. An unknown man was killed by a train on the C. & A. Railroad at Laketon.