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iagmoE flaSKl r Gehevieve--ulmek CH APTER VII. MYSTERY. The snow fell deep that night. It was the first wintry storm of the season, but । the over-freighted clouds hovered low until dawn, and field, forest and farm lay clothed in a robe of spotless white when day broke. There was not a tremor in the form of Farmer John as he came down to the breakfast table, not the quiver of a muscle was visible in his sturdy face. He was even cheerful, and he spoke to the hands and to Ralph Prescott as if nothing in the world had happened to disturb the serenity of the home circle, us if the vacant chair at his side did not. exist If the iron had pierced his soul he had cauterized the jagged wound with the pride, stubbornness and endurance that • would have made of him an excellent .martyr in the days when they burned men at the stake. He gave his orders calmly. When ho apportioned lath’s customary work to the dairymaid there was not the token •of a tremor in his voice. Anxious-faced Ralph Prescott approae’^r^^hi as he bustled to the door in h# great ooat. •*Mr. Elliott,” he said timidly, “I want to speak to you ” “About that girl?” demanded Elliott, "turning sharply. “About Ruth —yes. You know " “Stop! I forbid you ever to mention her name under this roof again. She is as dead to me as if she were buried fat horns deep in the sea. I’m sorry for j you, my boy, but you and I must try and work some comfort out of the muddle a lying thief and a disobedient daughter have left us in.” Ralph Prescott looked glum and then crafty. Affairs were bad, decidedly so. He had lost Ruth. A far more sordid thought oppressed his mind just now, however. Would he lose old Geoffrey Forsythe’s money as well? He wandered about restlessly that -day, over tho farm, through the village. There was no trace of Ruth. The storm might have swallowed her up, for all tho duo the most persistent inquiry brought whereabouts. with him," muttered Pres- I were married. sure < ■ ' ; RSjteion has won i s ra« priz* but win tho He reflected over AC-XT •case for many bourse. Qld Geoilivy, ae f he understood it, had left his ^TortuD*—’ equally divided between himself and Ruth. That of course had the tacit con•dition attached that they would eventually wed one another. Now, as soon as the old recluse understood the new complications in affairs, he might make an entirely dif-ferent-disposition of his wealth/ He was whimsical and crotchety. Getting older, he disliked to be disturbed. “Since he talked to me about that money I lost at gambling, that some busybody told him about, he hasn’t been so bland to me,” soliloquized the anxious I Prescott. “I half believe, if he did not think I was to marry Ruth, he’d change the will, and cut me off without a shilling. I only wish he’d die while the will stands in my favor! Had I better go and see him? I will. I must look ■sharp, or I’ll And myself in a pretty bad position. My revenge! Bah! Matters are far worse for me than before I tried to down that miscreant of a Dalton. I’ve lost everything, and he has gained ■everything he was after—the girl. ” Ralph Preston did go to the home of the reeluse. He found Geoffrey propped I up in bed, and looking like a man at his last gasp. He greeted his visitor crossly, and with a searching glance that Prescott ■did not like. “You don’t seem to be feeling as well as usual, Uncle Geoffrey,” suggested

Ralph. “No!” snapped the recluse. “Do you think anyone is worrying very much •about me?” “Why ” “Oh, I know you all. Waiting for my shoes after I’m dead.’ “Hadn’t I better stay and help you till .you get better?" “I’ve got help.’’ “What! you’ve got " “A nurse. What are you staring at? Am I begrudged that little outlay, in mv •old ago?" J Ralph Prescott was silent, none the less amazed. For ten years the recluse had tabooed all kinds of help. The schemer caught sight of a feminine form in the next room, her somber ulack dress, colored spectacles, and •close-fitting cap making her resemble a woman of fifty. He found that he could neither cajole nor entertain his crusty host, and ho took his leave. “I don’t like the looks of things,” he muttered. He liked it less that evening. A chum j ■at the tavern Informed him that old Geoffrey had sent that afternoon for his ,awyer, and that later a doctor had been hastily summoned. “I’m going to have a talk with old Elliott to-night.” mused Prescott. “I’m going to know if I’m to expect a fortune or nothing. I’ve been abused and deluded all around, and I’m going to get something out of the wreck in some way. ” There was an alarm at Maple Leaf Farm, however, before he reached home. A messenger had come from old Geoffrey in hot haste. The invalid was dying, he said. And when Farmer John reached the lonely

house in the village the old man had breathed his last. At the funeral the next day few no- ! ticed particularly the reticent, plain- I looking nurse who had been with Geoffrey I Forsythe in his last illness. Her presence was not questioned even ' when, after the funeral, the few mourn- I ers gathered at the house to meet the । lawyer of the recluse at his own request. ■ Farmer John looked glum and unin- i terested, but Ralph Prescott’s crafty ! face glowed'eagerly. “I simply wished to inform you of the last requests of the deceased,” spoke । the lawyer. “He made a new will yes- ; terday, destroying the old one.” “Ah!” Ralph Prescott fluttered res- I tively. | “To your daughter, Mr. Eiliott, he has left this house and ground, with the expressed wish that the nurse here, Mrs. ■ Easton, keep it in order till she chooses to appear.” Farmer John set his lips savagely. “To you,” addressing Ralph Prescott, “he has left four receipted bills—debts you contracted at the horse races last week. ” The plotter turned white with rage ’ and chagrin. “Maple Leaf Fann, Mr. Elliott, goes to you individually.” “ And what of tho rest of his fortune— j the stocks, bonds and money in bank?” gritted out the baffled and disappointed Prescott. I “All that he has bequeathed, for some ; strange reason best known to himself, I to Mr. Elliott’s former superintendent, I Paul Dalton!” was the lawyer’s amazing reply. CHAPTER VIII. light! The affairs of Farmer John and his I family had become a source of unre- i mitting speculation for the gossips of Ridgeton, and the disappearance of 1 Ruth and the strange will of Geoffrey Forsythe constituted a veritable ninedays’ wonder. People Were amazed. Just as a cyclone, terrible, sudden and blighting, sweeps over a smiling landscape and leaves ruin and devastation in its track, so the unexpected had come to Maple ■Leaf Farm, wrecking hearts, destroying the home rest, and leaving traces of । bitterness, hidden only by stubborn i pride and the mute endurance of a stoic. I People talked, but Farmer John gave , no explanation of it all; only from the farm hands could they gain the particulars, and rumor at last sifted the situation down to several very significant । and startling facts. Paul Dalton, an ex-convict, had robbed his generous master and had stolen away his daughter. John Elliott had indignantly evicted ; his former superintendent, and had dis- ! owned his child for wedding him se- i creUy. These two., man and wife, fugitives, banished, had undoubtedly met again, । and iu some obscure town were eKe. 1 out an existence, that could only e: . ... , dire punishment for an unfai tful steward and a disobedient child. Prescott, a v " affl -ul^ disunpoi nt - ' ^Weinely small end of the hpru- ■* | as ft^^TWmtnrfrr; no had left a pauper and a sullen, brooding, revengeful man; he was harbored by John Elliott out of sheer pity and sympathy for his double loss of' bride and fortune. As to Farmer John himself, he a- . eepted the gift of the fawn without grat- i itude or interest. Life had been robbed of its sweetness, and his future seemed barren, vapid, well-nigh unendurable. The nurse of old John Forsythe still remained at the former home of the recluse. She saw but few, and spoke to none. , Her position as protector of Ruth Elliott’s interests until tho latter should । see fit to return and claim her legacy [ was sanctioned legally, and Farmer John did not care enough about it to question her right of wardeipjhip. Only one point electrified all tho village, and mystified surly Ralph Prescott —the strange will that Geoffrey Forsythe had made. M hy had ho loft the bulk of his wealth to an utter stranger—what subtle influi ences had induced him to disinherit a former favorite, to practically beggar his j own kith and kin, for a man he had never : exchanged a dozen words with, whose I very existence even he might not have known up to a few days previous to his death. “There’s trickery in it," said the gossips. “The will cannot bo broken,” affirmed • the lawyer, stanchly. ! “There’s mystery under it all.” solilo-

L , — ~ UUUtI lb ail, bOIUO- ! quized Ralph Prescott, darklv. “Why J ! and how did old Forsythe make that will? Where Is the fortunate legatee?” j j Over the solution of this double prob- ' : lem the baffled schemer cogitated until , . I he nearly went mad. ! He thirsted for revenge. He coveted J : Dalton’s goo-1 fortune. He longed to humiliate Ruth. From a sneaking, co w- • ' ardly schemer, Ralph Prescott was fast । ! emerging into a dangerous plotter. I A comfortable home was guaranteed I . him at Maple Leaf Farm as long as he j wished to remain there, but that did not ■ suit him. He wanted money for his gambling exploits, and Farmer John was close- ■ fisted. I He visited the tavern early and late. Seeking solace for his disappointments in the wine cup, he became a silent, | sullen devotee at- the festal board, ! drowning his cares in inebriety, and I ready to quarrel with the first man who i even gave him a pleasant word. At the end of the week he was no I , nearer guessing the rights of the matter ; of the singular will than before. i One night, however, there camo a i i development that interested him, stag- j gered him, aroused him out of his I apathy with a shock, and set in vivid ac- I tion all the scheming elements of his of his evil nature. A great crony of his was a young fellow named Evans, a clerk in the village postofflee. He came to the tavern to drink with ’ his friend, and upon this especial evening he made the casual remark: “I say, Prescott! that nurse, Mrs. Easton, up at old Forsythe’s house, is getting to bo more of a mystery than ever.” “Is she?” growled Prescott, wearily. “Yes. She comes and goes with that .

black veil of hers drawn down, like some specter. To-day, though, she mailed a letter at the postoffice that I saw.” “Did she?" “For a fact; and say, Prescott, who do you think it was directed to?” “Well, who?” “Guess?” “Oh, don’t bother me What do I care about it?” “You will when I tell you that the letter was directed to your esteemed friend, Paul Dalton.” Prescott looked up, a startled, evil, lurid glow in his wicked eyes. “What!” ho ejaculated. “Yes, Paul Dalton.” Ralph Prescott sat looking into nothingness, but his breath came fast, and his eyes emitted scintilations of hatred and revenge. “What was the address?" he asked. “I only saw the name. I was going W fish out the letter later, but forgot it. ’ The information set every crafty instinct in Prescott’s nature agog. It suggested much. Why was this mysterious, unknown Mrs. Easton corresponding with a man whose address even the lawyer did not know. Was she the head and center of some plot that had induced old Geoffrey Forsytiie in his dying moments to change his will in favor of the outcast of Maple Leaf Farm? “I’ve struck a clue,” muttered Prescott conviucedly, as ha left the tavern alone. “I’ve wanted to find out where Ruth has gone to, where Walton is. . That woman knows. She knows, too, I every detail of the will business, I’ll , venture. She is the one to watch. What a dolt I have been! I’ll find out something about all this entangling mystery now, or know the reason why. ” Straight to the vicinity of the former home of old Geoffrey Forsythe the schemer betook himself. He was too familiar with its gloomy ! surroundings not to be able readily to ; gain a point of vantage to inspect the ! I house unseen. The grim-looking, closely shuttered domicile promised little to reward his quest, until he came around to some bushes upon which faced a wing of the old structure. j Two rooms here were used as a siti ting-room and kind of library, and the ■ window shades of the latter apartment were not yet lowered, and a tarde-lamp illuminated its somber furnishment. At a little stand sat the nurse, Mrs. Easton. She was writing, and several closely written sheets of a letter lay beside her. As though tired of her task or uncertain how to proceed with th • epistle, . however, as Prescott peered, she aiote, and with a gesture of weariness, proceeded to tho adjoining apartment, closing the door after her. To the shuttered window of this room ■ Prescott hied himself briskly. A chink through the rotted wooden I ■ slats offered a full view of the apart- ! ment. He saw the woman approach a mirror. She removed her glasses, m uiipulatod j her hair and close-fitting cap, and then, j turning, she lay down on a lounge as if I to rest. Her face was turned now so that Rai] h j Prescott saw it plainly. As lw di<l so, a cry of utter incredulity, ■ comprehension and bewilderment es- ' caped his lips. For a startling transition had taken place. Mrs. Easton, tho nurse, was Mre. Eastou »><> lonu* | All that; (’<’• uumsi iw ' porw.mane hud dlsappeu^^PiMhh UP: , ’ j movul us the spectacles, the coil of white hair and closely fitting widow’s cap. Instead, a fresh young face, a little careworn, a little anxious, but dear ns j a rosebud, and bewitching as that of an | houri, looked forth from a mass of ! golden ringlets. “Marvel of marvels!” gasped the astounded schemer, a great light shining in upon his mind with the force of elec- ■ trie radiance—“it is she!” [to be coxtisukd. 1 Invfliclent. Good-will counts for very little by itself in a siek-romi. of all persons in the world, a nurs' must know how to go ahead and do what needs to be done, without questions and without fit's. Mrs. Swisshelm had a new ap- । preeiation of this truth when she I came to need a nurse for herself after wearing herself out in nursing I • wounded soldiers. When I lay ill, a friend told me of j an excellent woman who had come from afar, and tendered her services to the governmei t. She Ind exerted | much influence and spent much effort to get into a hospital as nurse, but

' had failed. Hearing of my illness, her desire to j be useful led her to tender her services. Her generous offer was accepted, and I was left for an afternoon in her care. I wanted a cup of tea. She went i to the kitchen to make it, and one hour after came up with a cup of t< a, : only this and nothing more, save a saucer. To taste the tea I must have a spoon, and to get one sh£ must go along a hall, down a long flight of ; stairs, through another hall and the i kitchen, to the pantry. When she had male the trip the tea was so much too strong that a spoonful would have made a cup. Sho went down again for hot water, and after she had got to the kitchen remembered that she had thrown the water away, thinking it would not be wanted. The fire had gone out, and the ' woman came up to impure if she j should make a new one. and if so. I where she should find kindling. She had spent almost two hours in running to and fro, was all in a perspiration and a fluster, had done me a great deal of harm and nd one any good, had wasted all the kindling^ for the evening lire, had used tea enough to serve a large family for a meal, and had fairly illustrated a large part of the hospital service rendered by women oppressed with the nursing mission. Acquired. Biggs—“What a sweet-tempered woman your wife is?” Diggy—“Yes. She was ‘ central ’ in a telephone office for eight years before I married her.”—Somerville Journal.

IF YOU AUE IN QUEST DF FRESH INDIANA NEWS, PERUSE THE FOLLOWING: Important Happenings of the WeekCrimes aud Casualties — Suicides— Deaths—Weddings, Ltc. Minor State Item-. A new paper is to be started in Monroe City. Work on Nappanee waterworks is under way. Terre Haute electric street railway line is being extended. Mrs. Barbaba Gaumf.r, 70, was found dead in ted in Madison. Greenfield will have thirty-five arc lights of 2,000 candle power. Crawfordsville wants the undertakers’ convention! to hold its session there. Charlie Collins. Michigan City,made a hole in Fred Wensreckett’s face with a flobert rille. At New Albany, Ferdinand Hallman committed suicide by drowning himself in Silver Creek. 11. W. Gragg, near Covington, tried to catch on to a freight train and had both feet cut off. The wet weather has been a dampener on Hamilton County crops. Farmers are away behind. Henry Menke, a German, was killed by a freight train at Newpoint. His home was ne^Klngston. Albert Henderson, born in ISIS, is dead in Lafayette. He was organizer of several associations. Mrs. Jessie B. Davis, Scottsburg, jumped from a buggy during a runaway and was badly hurt. There have been 327 marriages in Ko- | komo the past year and eighty-one applications for divorce. A factory to make surgical chairs and tables has been secured for Anderson; capital $100,0(10. The Essex family held their sixth annual reunion in Hope. There were five generations present. After all, the glass factories in Indiana will not close down for the summer vacation until June 30. Fort Wayne has a man called “Jack the poisoner.” Several dogs have crossed the line with his assistance. Mrs. Minerva F. Wiggington died at Martinsville of consumption, she Icing the last member of her family. Eaton, north of Muncie, it is said, will get the great Whiteley reaper works that are to be moved from Springfield, Ohio. Mrs. Nice, who sued Isaac Newton Dicks, in Greenfield, for slander, has been given a verdict of Icent. The costs amount to 81,000, William Kennedy, 12 years old. fell from the top of a forty-foot tree to the vround. He struck on the side of his head, and will probably die. Fortville Board of Ib alth has ordered the marshal to compel citizens to clean their front door yards. If they don’t, they will be arrested. Charles Conrad of Clark's Hill. Tippicanoe County, died from lock taw, caused by a slight wound in his hand tjat developed blood-poisoning. Ahss Rosa Amick is dead In New near JeffersonvlHA She was yenr- travel, d with ।ln u- * * fl'iiE seventh annual reunion of the i Roi'y-slxth Indiana Regiment will be j Itld at Delphi. Ind, Aug. 20 and 27. Hie Sixteenth Indiana Battery will meet j at the same time and place. I At Elberfeld, Henry Loneman was ■ kljked to death while grooming a stalj lia>. His Lodv was removed from the ! stall with great difficulty, the vicious ■ aUmal not permitting any one to go । neir. Sami ei. Dams, editor o f the Stark ■ County Rwimblican, ha' four < hiiJr 'n, tw<) t oys and two girls, who are acComplisbed im sii ians. They gi\e concerts as a side issue w lien newspaper business dull. O. K. Dcnrar and Frank Carroll started from Centreville to deliver a lot । of plows from th? agricultural bouse ( >f 1 J. A. Dunbar A Co. to Jacksonburg, six ■ milts distant. In crossing tlrcensfork ; Creek the horses became unmanageable, j the wagon overturm d, and Duh animals । were drowned. Tlie men escaped with difficulty. A few months ago Richard Foley, a molder of Jeffersonville, went to Indianapolis to Secure work. After several davs spent in futile effort to obtain employment, having spent al! his money, ho climbed into a refriciwntor <*ar to rl.ln

ii’ t iiujuuu in lu a rvingeralur car to ride home again. The door was locked on him. and he nearly froze to death before reaching-Louisvllle, where the ear was opened. Soon after consumption set in from the chilling he received, and he never recovered, dying The other evening. At Evansville, Herman Kasiing, a German, while laboring under a temporary insane freak attacked his wife from behind and struck her four vicious blows with an ax. She fell unconscious in a pool of blood. Kasiing then locked himself in a room and hacked his head in a frightful manner with the same ax. He fell from exhaustion. caused by loss of blood. llis skull is crushed, and he and his wife will both die. Kasiing thought the Lord had commanded him to kill his wife and himself. George Heflin, a farmer, of German Township, Bartholomew County, had a valuable cow crippled by having its leg I broken. Hoping to save the animal he attached his hay-fork rigging to the limb I of a tree, intending to lift it to its feet ■ I and keep it in one position until the ; I broken bones united. To do this it was j । necessary to attach a horse to the rope i j the same as in unloading a load of hay. ' •The horse became frightened at the cow ; and ran away. Up went the cow to the , distance of thirty feet, when the rope ! broke. The horse went through a fence I near by. The cow is now dead. Charles Mcßride, while out riding | in a skiff, with two other young men, I near the Kentucky and Indiana railroad ' bridge, at New Albany, lost his life. The small craft was capsized by the heavy wind. The other two men dung to the skiff until help reach them. Rease Snooks, night coal-heaver at Laketon Junction, attempted to jump on a Wabash railroad engine, but fell under the wheels. His right arm was badly mangled, and the doctor found it necessary to amputate the member at the shoulder, after which he was taken to the railroad hospital at Peru. It is not believed he will recover.

Muncie is being bothered by a gang of kid thieves. Loogootee, by recent count has 1,200 souls within its bordej^. Gosport has decided to pen up her hogs by a vote of 103 to 45. A gang of barn . burners are getting in their work in Owen County. Rudolph Voltz of Michigan City, was killed by a train in Chicago. Real estate in iValpariaso is advancing in price. Looking for a big boom there. A new pipe organ costing §4,200 has been placed in the Lutheran Church, Fort Wayne. Five freight cars were smashed in Liberty by a train breaking in two. Loss, §I.OOO. The Presbyterian Church of Knightstown has purchased a two-thousand-dollar pipe-organ. Judge Thomas F. Davidson is dead in Crawfordsville. He was born in Covington, Ind., in 1839. ’Sqi ire Keigwin, Jeffersonville, is said' to have married 7,000 runaway couples during his time. A cave in Shelby Comity has been fitted up for pic-nic parties. One large hall, it is said, will hold 300 people. Louis Gant, of Martinsville, was picking at a dynamite cartridge, when it exploded, tearing off his fingers and both his thumbs. Jake Wilson, in attempting to jump on a moving engine, at Brazil, missed the step and fell under the wheels. He will probably die. Horsemen in Morgan County have decided to have a week’s racing at Martinsville in July and another week in October this year. The heirs of James 11. Luther, of Crown Point, who began to distribute his wealth before he died, are preparing to have the clever old man tried as to his sanity. He is worth §75,000. The body found May 1 on the L. & N. tracks near Evansville, turns out to be that of James Sherwood, a nephew of William Princeton, one of the most prominent men in Evansville. Elmer Conklin was literally cut to pieces on the Chicago and Indiana coal road near Yeddo. He was unfortunately fastened m a cow-pit when struck by the train. Conklin leaves a wife and two children residing at Yeddo. Committees from Red Men Lodges at Now Castle, Hartford City, Richmond, Winchester, Dalesville, Selma, New i Corner, Alexandria, Anderson, Cam- | bridge City, Fairland, and other places ■ in the district, mot in Muncie, and doi cided to give their annual picnic at New Castle, Aug. 23. The Bank of Spiceland was organized ' at Spiceland with a paid up capital of §30,000. Following were elected directors: Josiah P. Bogue, C. 11. Guynn, Nathan Scovell, Oliver Greenstreet and O. H. Nixon. The officers are: President, Josiah I’. Bogue; Vice-President, O. H. Nixon; Cashier, Charles 11. Guynn; i Assistant cashier, Thomas K. Millikan. May 3, Lemuel-Crockett of Cambridge । City, who had been drinking heavily, I quarreled with a Jew named Polasky, ! pulled his revolver and began shooting. . Marshal Drischcl interfered, but Crockett fired three shots at the Marshal, I wounding him in the left hand. The . desperado was arrested and the jury the . ; other day gave him ten years in the j! penitentiary. Washington County, while at work it • his field was approached by one of hi; e neighbors. Ezra Nicholson, who begat . quarreling. Only a few words wort t pa'S.d when Nicholson drew a hugi knife and made a lunge at him. Bus! turned and th d, and had run but a short . distance when he saw a singletree laying . in hi< path. Quiek as thought he picked < it up. and, turning suddenly, struck his j antagoni-'t a blow on the head, braining him. Nicholson cannot recover. Bush was arrested, lut immediately released ■ on bail. Wabash Circuit Court is asked to de- ■ cide the ownership of si'ioo. tin- same • being a very peculiar case. Last fall, at the sale of the effects of Henry । I'aiker, deceased, a tool chest was bid t off by E, L. Rittenhouse. Some time r afterward he found snugly hidden in th ; ehe>t twenty government Loud coupons of >3o each of the old 5-20 issue and had them cashed. A good many years be- . fore Geor 0 e Knoop lived in Walker's family and is said to havo owned government bonus. He is also dead, and when his family heard of the find they sued Rittenhouse for the >'ioo. The case is being watched with much interest. Pa ri sis have been issue 1 to Indiana I inventors as follows: Charles Bew, Angola, door cheek: Martin L. Clements, Indianapolis, wire fence; Arthur D. Cochran, Indianapolis, street ear curtain; Benton Deardorff, Hagerstown, assignor of two-thirds to J. 11. Kidwell and W. G. Matthews, corn-planter; John W. D. Wiggins, Frankton, assignor of one-half to J. V. Keck, Arcadia, wire fence; John Hanley, Terre Haute, folding electionbooth; Allen W. Helms, Ayleswortb, bridle-bit: John 11. Iden, Bourbon, photographic kit; Albion Smith, Richmond, game-counter; John W. Trainer, assignor to Fort Wayne Organ Company, Fort Wayne, stop action for organs; Clarence ; L. Welch, assignor of one-half to J. W. ; Clark, Marion, Melting furnace. South Kokomo, with a population of : 2,500, has no saloon, and the latest effort lto start one has just been repelled. Last September George Englert made application, but the Commissioners decided I against him. He appealed to the Circuit ■ Court, and when the case came to trial | the Court-room was filled with women, who protested against the proposed ginmill. Englert then took a change of i venue to Tipton County. More than one ; hundred south-side residents, principally ; women, went to Tipton to attend the I trial, taking with them baskets of lunch, I prepared to stay till it was ended. The । case went to the jury and in fifteen min- . utes they brought in a verdict against j the saloon. There is great rejoicing in i South Kokomo. The applicant is out ■ about §3OO costs besides attorney’s fees. It is said that a Henry County man, I while drinking out of a spring, swal- ; lowed a snake. A doctor gave him an emetic and he vomited out eight snakes. Men have been killed for telling such stories before now. They have some very brave officers in Peru. One night Merchant Policeman Paden saw a strange man standing near a building as if watching something. The man was allowed to remain and the next morning it was found the building had been burglarized and §IOO taken from I Puterbaugh Bros.’ hardware store. The j man had only teen guarding the burga I

AN INDIAN’S REVENGE. —————— A Tragedy In Two .Act*, Which Ar^ Twenty V'»Hrs Apart. A tragedy took place recently in Burrough Valley, a locality among the foothills of the sierra. Nevada, which resulted in the death of Indian Maze, a Digger about forty years old. This in itself would not be remarkable, says the San Francisco Chronical, were it not that it is the consummation of a feud of nearly twenty years’ standing, and the working out of revenge by an Indian who all this time had been supposed dead by the members of his tribe and had been almost forgotten by his people. There is a piece of savage romance connected with it that would figure well in the I novel of the border. The story as told here this morning | is that some twenty years ago, or nearly that long, two Indians, at that time savages, named Maze and Purrit, were smitten with the charms of a dusky maiden of their own ! tribe, and, inasmuch as they were unable to settle the matter in the ordinary ways of courtship, they decided to settle it in combat. Without any seconds or witnesses to take note of the affray they met one day in Sycamore Valley, a small canyon, which is still unsettled bv white men. The weapons were clubs and tlie fight was to a finish, and at its close Indian Purrit lay like one dead anil his antagonist went away victorious from the scene of the conflict. He supposed he had killed his foe, but the prostrate Indian was not in tlie spirit land, but only stunned by the blows of the club. Whether Indian Maze won tho hand of tlie dusky • maiden who was the cause of the battle is not stated in tlie information. It is not essential to the story, but it may be supposed that he did, and that for the succeeding years she was the queen of his lovely wigwam. Purrit, the defeated Indian, was not dead, and after he regained consciousness he made off, no one knows where. His antagonist spread the report that Purrit was sleeping with his fathers, and it was so believed. That ended the first chapter of the story. Nearly twenty years elapsed before anything else was heard of the ass air. The other day some cattlemen who were passing through Sycamore Canyon were horrified to find the dead body of old Indian Maze tied hand and foot to a log. His death was due to a very small wound in the jugular ■ vain made by the point of a knife, or, as there is reason to believe, by a 1 horseshoe nail ground down to a sharp point. The surroundings 1 showed that a terrible struggle had ’ taken place, and it was evident that old Maze had been overjiowered, tied firmly to the log. and then the ' sharpened nail driven into the vein ’ of his neck aud lie allowed to bleed - slowly to death. The deed had evi- , dentiy been done that day. It was a $ mystery, and one very peculiar, and f the cattle herders spread the report. 0 The Indians, and there are many of । them in that locality, * ar." , r p ” howlsand horrible lamentations pren paratory to burying the dead brother. , 0 Gradually the affair began to re--0 ceive light from the combined memh ories of the old sachems of the Diu•c gers. Additional light was thrown R on the matter by some one, and then d another and another of tlie assembly, * recalling that a strange Indian had been ,-everal times seen of late skuikj ing about the hills and hiding in the thick ts of Manzanita. The death of , old Maze and the strung appearance 0 of the skulking Indian began to be t associated, and when the former ,• tragedy was recalled, the tight bel tween Maze and Purrit, the Indians a remembered that the stranger who ha>l b'eii skulkingabt ut the hiils and ’ hilling in the thickets was none other than Purrit. They thought 3 lie had come from the spirit world to . avenge him on his adversary,and well i had lie done it. as the cold body of 1 pool old Maze, lashed to the log, was 5 ample evidence. The defeated lover had planned i well that revenge which is sweet to । the child of tlie forest. He had waited long, and had nursed his hate ; through almost twenty years, baling 1 his time to strike the blow which should balance accounts between himself and his mortal foe, according to f the Indian style of bookkeeping. By i what means he had decoyed old Maze • into that glen— to the very spot where the duel of years before had taken place—is not known. Probably , he lay in wait, and overpowered the old man by sheer strength, bound him fast, and then killed him. Neither is it known where he had remained aL the years. No tidings of him had ever come back to his kindred, and , they had long ago given him up as among the dead. But they did not reckon rightly. No trace of Purrit has been found since. The Indians have searched for him through all the thickets, but in vain. Perhaps he has gone back to the land where he had hidden and had found a home during all the years in which he had been nursing his revenge and was waiting for the day when he would settle scores witli old Maze. Why He Accepted Sa ration. “So old Grabhard, the miser, has got religion.- Well, well, wonders will never cease. It must have been an eloquent tongue that reached his heart. Who was it that led him to embrace Christianity?” “Nobody. It was a hvmn converted him.” “A hymn?" “Yes. He was passing the church one evening when they were holding a praise meeting and he heard them singing ‘Salvation is Free.’ He could not let anything go that could be got for noth ng, so he went right in and got religion at once. You don't catch old Grabhard letting anything pass him that's free.—Yarmouth Register.