St. Joseph County Independent, Volume 17, Number 3, Walkerton, St. Joseph County, 1 August 1891 — Page 3

DOUBLE DICK AND JOE; 1-==<n===-The Poorhouse Waifs. BY DAVID LOWRY. CHAPTER X. THE DANCING ACADEMY. It was a chiily morning. The summer heat was not su!l:c ont to : warm the earth. The leaves were dropping in showers on the pavements of the city. The slightest tremor sent showers over the; brick and stone pavements. They whirled into eddies round the trunks of the trees, to be swept up later by the servants. . 1 The sparrows were twittering, f itting here and there: from street to housetop, fiom eave to eave. Madame Dufaur’s maid opened the ■ door in the morning to look out, gave a little start, ami uttered a cry as sho beheld a girl sitting on the stone step. The girl had such a woe-begone ex- I pression that the maid s heart was touched at once. . ; “My goodness’. What are you doing । there?” The girl 'ooked at her silently, but said nothing. The maid stepped down, and looked at I her closely. “Why, your clothes are as damp' i all"night?” ’ — “I don't know how long I’ve been I here. ” “Who are you? Where did you como , from? What are yon?” Then the maid bethought herself The girl could not answer so many questions at once. “You look cold-and hungry. Are you hungry?” “Yes. ” “Why don’t you go to somebody you know, then, and get warm —and something to eat?” “I don't know anybody.” “You know somebody, surely,” said the maid of all work. The girl shook her head. “Don’t you know anybody? You know where yon come from?” “No, I don’t ” The maid thought the girl was crazy. She went into the house, and presently a lady with bright eyes—very bright eyes, and a beaming smile appeared at the entrance. On seeing the girl she exclaimed, and threw up her pretty hands. \ cry fair, white hands they were. “Mercy! What are you doing there, child!” “I'm going, now. ” “Going! Going where?” “I don t know.” “You don’t know! Why, you do not look like one who is—cra'y. ” “I'm not crazy," said the girl. “And you don't know where you are going?” “How can I.” “How strange sho talks, Milly." They both looked at the girl, whoso face began to show a faint color. “How ome you here? Come, toil me all about said the lady. " 111 * ■!» -' oxi un♦ y v M

“Is it? Well, I c&tno from a farm.” “Why, there are only farms in the country. Only where thei e are woods. ” “I—l—they said I was a thief, and I ran away. But I'm not a thief. ” “No,” said the lady, shortly; “you do not look like a thief. A thief would bo better dres-ed-and more comfortable looking. Were you always on a farm’’” “No. ” “Where were you before you went to the farm?” “In the poorhouse. ” “In a poorhouse! Poor child. And sho is pretty—piquant. What eyes she has! And there is a air with her. Sho is dainty—very dainty. And how heathenish her hair! Horrible—horrible p•< pie to let her hair grow so.” All this in a low tone as the lady looked at the poor shivering girl. “Why—vou are shivering with cold. Take her to the kitchen. Miily, immediately. 1 will follow. No! Jlonsieur is is not in th ■ din ng-room—take her there at once. ” And this was the manti r in which poor Joe was introduced into the house of Monsieur Dufaur. Monsieur Dufaur was an ornament to society. He cultivated the graces—in young people—and some who were not young, for a reasonable sum per quarter, haw young men, bony, angular misses emerged from Monsieur and Madame Dufaur's l ands with all the ease and contidence of well-bred num and women.

If Monsieur Dufaur was an ornament to society, Madame was a jewel-—a brilliant of the first water. There was nothing Madame Dufaur cou.d not do, s/emingly. All manner of difficult lace work: all styles of painting; everything that aided to’ the sum of accomplishments. from crocheting to turning a verse—was not these al her finger ends? She was very c ever, people said. And as her husband very practical, they mode a powerful partnership. Everybody liked them. and they—they took the world as they found it Ihe house the Dufaurs occupied was very line. They made money, they expended it wisely, ami enjoyed but did not abuse the good things of this world. A \cry wise, happily constituted couple ■were Monsieur and Madame Dufaur. “Mon Dien!” exclaimed Madame Dufaur, as she helped Joe to a plate of toast, heaped eggs and ham on her plate and poured her a second tup of coffee. “J ho child is almost famished. Eat! eat. child! You must not be afraid. I do believe she has not eaten a morsel in a week. You must eat, chi d!” “I can't—indeed I can't eat any more,” said Joe at last And it was true, Madame Dufaur had made her eat a hearty meal. When she had completed her breakfast, Madame Dufaur took her into her own room. “Now—tell me all about it, child. What is it. I will be a friend.” “I have nothing to tell. ” “You—so young—and alone. How comes it?” “I ran away. They wanted to send me to Bill Stubbs—and another man—l never saw him till he camo to Barnesville roorhouse. ” “What was his name?” “Wonder —Job Wonder. But don't

tell him—don’t tell anybodj I m here. “No—don’t fear child. Goon. “Ills sister—and Mrs. Wonder scolded mo—and Samantha said I was a a thief. ” Joe was in tears. “Poor child. Don’t cry, now. bo you ran away. When was this?” “I don’t know.” “Child —you surely know the days. “Oh, yes—od lw I forgot what day it was I left them. was at night. ” “And where have you been? Where did you sleep—where did you cat?” “I slept in a farm house two nights, an d—yes, I just eat three times. * “This is Saturday. ” “I ran away Wednesday, then.” “Mercy, did you wa k all night? “Yes I was afraid they'd find me.” “Poor child,” sad Madame Dufaur. “What < an you do?” “Mo?” , “Yes. <an you sow —can you make this?” holding up a piece of lace. Joe shook her head. “Can you cook? Can you cook steak ? Sew your dress? Make a Die." Joe shook her head. “What a people! to let a girl grow up like that! It is monstrous. What can you do child?” “Please ma’am,” said J»9, with a sob, “I can’t do anything. I never learned anything.” Madamo Dufaur held up her hands in amazement. “So this is the way they live in your poorhouse! Do you want to work? Do you want to learn?” “O, yes, ma’am - only try me. "said Joo, pitifully. “Very well—l will see. You have no friends. Nobody in the whole world?” “No. ” “N ou are not deceiving mo?” “Ido not tell stories, ” said Joe, sob-

“This poorhouse—where is it? You call it how?” “Barnesville. ” “NN hy, child, that is a long way— Barnesville. I know it. I had two pupils from there. Barnesville, child, that is sixty miles or more from here." “I am telling the truth.” “1 believe you, child. What a shame. No father, no mother—nobody in the wide world. What a pity. \ ery well; I will try you. ” She looked at Jee critically now. The examination pleased her. Thu look of despair on poor Jo? s face made madamo a fast friend. “What was that bag you had?” Jo? blushed fiery red now before the fire. Madame Io iked sharply at her “That? That's my banjo—and cordion.” “Banjo! Accordion! How? You know how to play them?” “A man in the poorhouse showed me a little. He’s dead” Madame smiled at the connection. “Well —it won't kill me to teach y< u how to comb and put up your hair. How came you by these things?” i “They're mine he gave them to me. When I ran away I went to my room and brought them along ”

Madame looked at her in wonder. “This < hild has spirit ” After a silence she called to the maid 1 to bring in the instruments. “Now play for me," she said. Joe played the banjo with little spirit, but Madame smiled. “Thore is melody there; yes Now, the other. ” When Joe began to play the wheezy accordion madamo put her lingeis over her shell like ears. ZJ--O -Lild!" “It 18 nor w as I the horrid instrument. Come! I shah । make s imething of you. ” “Will you let me stay here?” said Joo I “Certainly, if you are a good child and , obey me; but you must obey me, and I ! will consult Monsieur Dufaur. I Monsieur Dufaur at that moment ' opened the door. “Ah! Who have we here?" । Madame spoke to him In a low tone ■He looked at Joe. Monsieur Dufaur ‘ was not sympathetic', but ho was kind, and loved his wife He shrugged his shoulders and said. -We shall sc.' 1 liat meant Madame ttad her ow n wav “ 1 here is a mine a min • of ta ent in the girl,” said Madame Ihtfaur. । “We shall sec. ” “it costs US nothing jo develop it. And she may live to do us honor one day. ” “Wo shall see. I will do my share." “That is all I ask ” “And you must make her ptesentable. ” “A trife will do that. 1 need buy nothing. I'll cut down my old dresses it will be all she needs for the present ” “You must be the judge. ” And Monsetir Dufaur walked away. That Simo evening when he had leisure, he Lad .ke bring up her banjo and accordion, and listened to her wish a grave face.

She has talent,” he said to his wife in Eioneh. II as it not fortunate I found the poor child at our door?" his wife a-ked. 1 hey were childless, and both loved children. “We shall seo.” said Monsieur Dufaur, who, as may b‘ observed, very seldom committed himself. CHAPTER XI. tiii: o.m woman’s story -earihing mn JOE. Ai Ihe end of a month, it was Monsieur Dufaur who was interested in Joe. “What a crime to let that girl grow up like a weed. ”he said to his wife. “We must repair the mischief. You will teach her a l you know. I wiM see she is at no loss in music or deportment. Between us — ” “He will make her a marvel,” said Madame, smiling. It was true. Monsieur Dufaur actually enjoyed teaching Joe. She was so apt; her spirits were so bright; her industry was marvelous. “Mercy, child,” a d Madame Dufaur, “the world was not made in a day. By and by you shall Know—l can't’ teach you how to knit, and make flowers, and paint, and sing in a day. ” Then sho would laugh. It was at the end of the first month th nk of it, only one month—that Monsieur Dufaur introduced to [iis lady pupils a girl plain'y but neatly dressed, who could execute many steps with precision alcl u. grace that was winning—charming to behold. He also instructed Madame to make her an example in singing, for j oe was not at all backward when she was asked to sing. Sho opened her mouth and sang with the ease and freedom that reminded one of the woods and the orchestra the birds supply when Nature is at her best. Itor three months Joe was in an earthly paradise. She had something to occupy i her time from morning until night. I When she was not learning something, |

sho wanted to—persisted In helping til servants. There was nothing sho did , not try to do. But all this was destined to como to 3 sudden, unexpected ending. To explain how this came about, I must return to the farmhouse. Job Wonder was remorseful. He blamed himself for Joe’s flight. It was not Samantha’s fault. He had promised to take care of Joe, and sho had run away. He could hear no word of her and ho be'ieved if she -experienced misery, or her life would be ruined, it was his fault. As days and weeks passed, the leeiinr? of responsibility grew on him. Strange to sav, Samantha shared In his disquiet Sho felt gui.ty. Had it not been for her Joe would not have ran away. And Mrs. Wonder, who said nothing, felt in tho wrong toa “Tell you w hat I’m going to do.” said Job Wonder; “Maria,” hero ho hitched up his coat and trousers, “I’m going to put in an a Ivo tisement in tho paper for Joo. ”

“And tho County Commissioners will see it, and—- “ Don’t care If they do. i’m going to do iny duty.” And that night a letter with five dollars and an advertisement was sent to tho leading paper in the city Job thought tho center of “these United States." Tho said “center” being New York City. “ Taint In our State, but gosh! Everybody goes to New York sooner or later, and who knows—maybe Joe might bo there. ” No response was heard for a week or more. In tho meantime Job journeyed, as opportunity offered, to neighboring tow ns on “gooso chases,” as he termed .u “Every time I net a water-haul nary fish—nary Joe ” “it’s all w .st© time and money,” -»-» au^_-likf>. hunting will o'-the-Wisps. - “’Zactly so. But I’m In tho hunt—an I'm going to keep It up till 1 find that gal. ’’ Thon tho answers began to come to him The mail brought him armfuls of , letters. , , I “Gosh! Why who d a thunk there wM so many runaway gals in this country. Must Ive mor’n a million. Hy ar I v<S cot nigh on a hundred letters an' jest put a lltttle a Ivertiscment in a newspaper. ” .. , But not one of the descriptions suited Joe. He had abandoned ell hope ot thd advertisement helping him, when one day—six weeks or two months had elapsod—he received a letter in a strange hand. It was from New York; and read thus:

Mu Job Wonder I would like to meet you and comparj notes. Think 1 know where girl you want is at the present time. If you care to compare notes, address, yours respectfully. Jucsvhah Jssas. Attv. at Law. Sa street. New i ork. “Wants to coin] are notes. Expects me t>go to him. Couldn’t come to me ” Job looked at tho letter “Must think I'm a tarna! foal! Me go to him. " So he told his wife and his sister what a “tarnation fool in New York writ him, ami signed hisself 'Att y at law —didn't even know how t<> spell, and expect him to go to the city.” But the more he called the writer a ■ fool the more ho pondeted, until ho surprised them all by telling them to “look out fur the farm a few days—l’m goh. to N<^V York " j -G. odm -s. Job ou that fools orrend? । said his wife. - | 1 “Yes. I know I m an old fool —you u f kept me in mind of it I eouldn t forgft i Um' gortr to' fMi'hftMh 1 lawyer.” - I And he did Ue . ailed at the poorhouse onr ' he 1 I went to tho great city, and Inform! Mr. ( Caper of his resolve “I don’t think I’d go, if I weriou " said Mr. < apcH ''You’ve done yui duly ten times over." “But I might find her." “Yes .ind 'be might not co mil ack w.th 'ou She'd gve you tH slip I again."

“If she does. 1 can t help it.” A “It s not my affair.” “It’s s no affair, and I’ll go if iko«ts a hund:ed dollars ” I * “That’s a 1 right you can do m you please with your own mon jMr. Wonder. ” “1 want to talk to same o'you nlk 8 hyar. Mebbc they'd kind o' put uavnto a plan to find her myself if myHter don’t help. ” IO It < oXTI MEP. i f oor Joa । Done I'or. And Uow they -av that, it st. ad abeInga heroine, Joan of Arc behml to that peculiar clast known at the pn>nt time as cranks; that the voices slm krd in the woods of Domremy were thelallucinationsof a disordered intellect&er visit to Governor Boudrlcourt so antred him that he passed her on to the lirt of the dauphin for the men' purpoi cf getting rid of her, where in tuniho dauphin dressed her up in armor foihe amusement of the court. The i<|u> clasts go so far as to assert that thobnsecratod -word which was found,ht Joan s direction, burled in the Churctof St. Catherine at Elerbo s, and which M presented to her by the dauphin. Id j boon planted there by hands of ord li” j liesh and blood. They further asylui that she did not lead the army to th/rel lief of Orleans, b, t mere’y went dona like a vivandiere. They scoff at th<* story that the soldiers who tied this abused adj to the stake in the aurke place at Korn n were struck dead. So the indications are that the gnt Drench heroine will have to g. t down ff of Ie r pedestal tend follow William Th Guintius Curtius, ct al. Medieval *- tory is rapidly losing ;ts brightest sirs through the irreverent investigatlm of th- modern quidnunc. It now lookiike it was a mere matter o' time untißmeri< an history is atta ked in thecas way, and those individuals wili be preßrod to prove that Patrick Henry never iade a speou.i, that, no chetries grew it the II ashington homestead, and fat the John Smith-Pocahontas story wi duo to the fertile imagination of sonwspecial corresptindent. n lianapoll* sitknel. Another rooted belief is'iolently distuibed. Instead of the mariner’s coni } ass having been invemd by the Chinese 1,10(1 years before Grist, it is now asserted that the earlilt mention of the to.npass in the Chine records is about the twelfth cenfry of our era—a slight difference c say 2,300 years. Two men sometimes em closely united when one is simpftoo gentle- . manly to give a hint and ae other toe P obtuse to take one. I

OUR HOOSIER SOLDIERS. the annual encampment OF STATE MILITIA. Splendid Showing Made 1 y the Three eßtments ot the Indiana Legion —Some features of Camp Elf® Described by ur Special War Correspondent. P [special, CORIiESIMNDENCE.] ni>..k '' a vne.—The Indiana soldier boys ^ lclr ,e ” ts w'ithin half a mile of inis city in a field of green oats that had c n condemned for their use and entered upon their annual encampment. The Morning Gun.—BanU clear and sharp was the morning greeting of ttie 10pound Parrott, as it spoke the first word of the day. A few minutes later the sweet strains of the reveille music from the regimental bands was heard, and as the boys rolled out of their blankets they forgave tho grim-vlsuged brigade cannoneer for so rudely Interrupt ing their morning dreams. Sunrise, viewing the camp from the guard-house, was a study in g r ay an d ; white. Tho atmosphere of the beautiful picture was a misty gray, yet with singu- [ lar kindness it made tho field of tents a snowy white that could not have been made clearer by a dark contrast. Tho fleecy gray of the sky, harmonized by a misty softness and th ■ white tents, needed only the slowly tramping guards to make a scene tube remembered. Like seniincls

I !i I‘ Ai URIC.ADE HKADyt’ARTERg. over all, the black guns overlooking tho field held your eye for a moment, for thev i vero grand and noble on account of the years of servle" they had elven their I

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ountry and tho many loud shouts for tatriotlsm they had howled from their iron h routs. A Camp Bath —Go. d-morning! Have on wed Pears’ wpj No, thanks, I lathed in tho brook amt scrubbed off with . handful of sand. S miei imos, you s-e. lio water-works dot's not start as eariv as be morning brigade buzz, and water is retty scarce' The Inspkitok Going the Rounds.— f Balt' VV bo comes there?" ••Friend, with the countersign.“ > “Advance, friend, and give countersign.” Th| s is a captain a eompanied by the Inopoct«»r General on the grand rounds He Is to seen everywhere, and Is making note of all things that are not exactly accortifug to Uncle Sani's ideas. He is not jwholiy given to criticism, as his duty is to i >ll attention to wlmt is regulation ami lakes a troops and demands of the m-ie tors J. . tailed to their annual in.'ampment- a lengthy statement as to the conditions of the troops. Ue tati-t know how many s .Idlers are enlUted. and s .mcthlug of their physical condition and character. He wants to know

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‘ how wed the officers understand their busil boss; bow much the boys are paid while in . camp. What inducements are held out to । them to come; where they get their uniI forms, guns, and other equipmen's, and what they cost; h .w many new men and old ■ men CKuprise each r giment. are some cf the things the Inspector must tell the War Department. And then he must answer many questions which appeal to his judgment. such as to how good soldiers they are. as he would estimate from their work on the drill ground; deportment in camp; i thoroughne-s at guard dutv, and fiom ! their general appearanc . j Making an Order:.y Would you ask j how they -ecure this Parisian delicacy of i Apish for tiie young man that does duty for ineu.m a little bird whisper ¥it to you. W hisper. HtHO Nnl. to the pretA ty wife or fond sweet In art of this handsoifle i ff young orderly and their friend-! Whisper IX how he is polished and groomed and I rush- : ed before being ofiicialiy born at guard . mount. Esuallv six men are around him. Two are nt his feet chasing away each speck on his -hoes with vigorous rubs, another is applying a whisk broom most industriously and iaklng the most minute dust particles from the blue, another is

.i; ■ : A ac a i rS IM 1 ; i / " \ 1 1 ~ - THE HCSFITAL COUPS. giving a solid dead polish to bls leather belt, and the last man is looking after the I brass buttons. Not In a minute do they do i

this brushing, but by the half hour do they toil over their pet, whois to be displayed In front of the Colonel’s tent. If he possesses a mustache It must be curled, exquisitely and coquettishly, and the face must be

, a 4Y: & z j ■Hi PREPARING FOR INSPECTION. powdered and a little pink put on the cheeks. The Troops in a Rain Storm.—lt is raining. Now we are proud of our State troops. The water descends in torrents, but those slowly moving sentinels neither quicken nor slacken their soldiery tread. It. surely cannot be fan to bo heedless of that drenching rain. No great ^hardship, of coarse, but so unpleasant that, only a sense of duty cun keep him there. How like a real army is that glorious blue overcoat! Tho cape is thrown over his Lead and the skirts fall to tho Kn^es. ' Armed for native land” comes thrilling over you as the words of tho silent gun that stands obliquely skyward from his shoulder. With military preClsion he paces back as he came, and grand and noble is this slowly marching man. - r-T H SOinißW UOlTlg niS duty. Ho does It perhaps because there will be fun in camp, good times at the armory at home and at picnics, but now he is doing for duty sake, just tho same as he would do if he were facing the black guns and warlike front of a real Instead of an imaginary enemy. Patching Military Trousers.—Patching pants is one of the domestic details of playing soldier, as well as real war. It does not make a heroic picture. At least the interior of one of the tents of the National Guards did not impress me as being heroic, when I saw the rear portion of a private's trousers being patched by a corporal. Tiie private was too lazy to take off

the trousers, and was in a position over a trunk, much as a young man would take at a boarding-school, just as he was about to be spanked. S mietimes he would yell as --O'I q i 1 qfesß i '■— I '- - -s.' ffl MESS TENT. though :in aliomve attempt was being made to eie>-lr >cute him. The sewer didn't seem io mind, as he remarked coolly: “Oh. never :“Rd. < harlie. that -lipped " tn admirn.ir crowd was wntehing :ho operations, and finally Charlie's pants were patched to perfection

Running the Guard.—lt is part «.f tho umuM-ment of the camp to bother tho sen'r " '“ t '’ Rikht. I saw a very ingenious scheme Lt running the guard. A half a dozen Niys advanced unseen, and when tho entrj .p t to the further end of his be.it one i f them ran cp with a four-foot club In his hand. He took po-ition on the line, brought the club to his shoulder ns l,e would a gun and begun marching as though doing guard ilutj. The sentry saw him. and when the other fellows ran up t > the confederate and were challenged he thought it all regular. I hey advanced to the man with the club, w hispered somi-thing, and skipped to tho tm.ts a- though they had given the coun- । tersign The -entry did not discover that he had been --bamboozled’’ by -ome mischievous fellows until they let out a howl of derision.

! hi. likavu Review.—The scene on the ground during dre-s parade each / B - -it MM O L- 4 J r -> BAU'IAIY COVXTERSIGX.

George .with an attempt at military discbuine and dignity even with her)-Ad- \ :nn ii ieml. and *rivc the countersign. Millicent frern the dress sood^ dept.) i—W hy. it s -Thirty nine cent--, was s'ventv live.” isn’t it, Gawge? i day is always hispiringZbut The grand review before the Governor and his staff on Governo 's day made a picture that was . truly a brilliant one and well calculated io impress the behold* rs with the power that ' lies behind the civil authorities. There | j were perhaps 2,000 well-armed, well-drilled and well-officere.l men in line accustomed io obeying every order given them, and they may safely be relied upon to protect | the persons and the property of citizens in any emergency likely to arise*. A Private. [Written while in the guard house,] One of the plainest of human rights Is the right to be let alone, and to be allowed the privilege of exercising our benevolent faculties and extending our sympathies in whatever direction we prefer—a right which cannot bu invsdod without tyranny.

THE POSITIVE TRUTH THAT ALL THE HOOSIER NEWS IS HERE. TVnat Our Neighbors Are Doing—Matters ot General and Uocal Intelest —Accidents, Crimes, Suicide, Etc.

—They’ve got 1,000 blue-ribboned Murphyites in Lebanon. —ltalians working on gas trenches at Shelbyville are on a strike. —C. N. Hunt, prominent merchant of Pendleton, died of typhoid fever. —Herman Brederveg, farmer near Linton, fell dead in the harvest field. —George Skinner, while stealing a ride on a train at Goshen, had his leg crushed off.

—Noblesville ministers are fighting merchants who keep open stores on Sunday. —Son of Dr. Wimmer, Marion, was seriously hurt, by falling off a lumber pile. —Burr Love, 13, Marion, was run down by a train and had his foot mangled. —Spencer continues to defend itself against attacks relating to the recent lynching. —Wm. Schroder, of Laporte, was dangerously injured by a meat-cutter falling on him. —Mrs. Henry Becker and babv were worlonaly ininred by a runaway horse at Evansville.

—A penurious swain at Waynetown recently gave a ’squire 15 cents as a marriage fee. —Found the charred bones of a man in the ruins of Albert Y’ates’ barn at Goshen. Mystery. —Harry Lewellen, a Muncie boy, was buried in a gravel-pit by a cave-in. but was rescued alive. —George Cockran fell from a cherrytree at Muncie, broke one arm and dislocated a shoulder. —County fair, Danville, is in the hands of a receiver. Liabilities S 50,000; assets about the same. —A turtle with '‘James Robinson, 1818,” carved on its back, has been found in Harrison County. —Three horses, valued at 51,000 belonging to J. M. Bower, near Washington, were killed by lightning. —John L. Dobyns, for eight years Auditor ot Decatur County, is dead at Clarksburg, where he was on a visit. —Geo. W. Warner, 69, Martinsville, was stricken with paralysis. He has been a resident of Martinsville sixty years. —Young son of Frank Callin, New Castle, upset a cup of hot sealing wax, and was badly burned on the hands and arms. —O. C. Honeycut, while stealing a ride on a freight train from Rockville to Crawfordsville, was crushed between the bumpers and cannot live. —A lightning tooth jerker and allaround medicine man, with long, flowing locks and a big wad ot tobacco, is very prominent in Indiana towns. —Country editors now keep standing:

yuu Uiioshed your wheat and have your pockets full of tho ‘needful' do not forget the printer.” —A miner, while making a blast at Knightsville, found a petrified man ou horseback. The man was in a reclining position and had a cap in his hand. Might be true. A. P. Hinkle, who resides near goldsmith, live miles west of Tipton, while in the act of throwing off the belt of a threshing-machine, in some manner caught his left arm, and it was jerked off half way between the wrist and elboxv. —Fishermen from Columbus, while fishing in White River, say they witnessed a strange phenomenon. They said the water in one place was drawn up in the air and the river went dry. No doubt that Columbus fishermen can

see such things. —Robert Maddox, of Guthrie, went from that place to Belford, and on his return the conductor put him off at Horse Shoe Bend, on the Monon Railway. The next day he was found by the conductor of another train, lying along side of the track, with his skull crushed. He was taken to Harrodsburg, where he died. —There is a pest of bugs near New Richmond, Montgomery County. The bugs seem to cover everything, indoors and out. The theory advanced for their presence is that the bugs have come from eggs in the wheat which has been sold to an elevator. In the elevator the air is swarming with them, and it is almost impossible for a person to remain inside of the building.

* —Attorney (Veneral Smith has received a letter from the Prosecutor at Lawrenceburg, regarding the action of the Board of Review toward the banks that refused to state the several amounts which their depositors had on hand at the beginning of the assessment year. II hen the Attorney General's opinion

was received the Board summoned the officers of the banks, and under threats of sending them to jail secured statements of deposits, showing that 5300,000 had been withheld from the assessors. This sum, together with 50 per cent, additional as penalty was placed upon the tax-duplicate, making a total of §450,000 as a result of the investigation. —J. A. Collett, of Morgantown, had his left leg broken while trying to put Mort Rm-d out of his house. Reed was drunk and flourishing a revolver. Charles Smith, a druggist of Eminence, Morgan County, was indulging in tai get practice with a self-acting revolver. He let his arm fall at his side, When the revolver was discharged and the ball penetrated the calf of his leg, hanging downward. The wound is a Very painful one, but not necessarily dangerous.