St. Joseph County Independent, Volume 18, Number 1, Walkerton, St. Joseph County, 23 July 1892 — Page 7

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i I I * ^%lrT^m7 ' ' ’ ^TmUB J^Mageff CHATTEB JII-Continued. “I thought you were afraid of the wet I ©and," she said. “If you entertain any ! fears for your delicate constitution I advise you to return to the village.” ’’Which is a polite way of expressing ; your wish to be rid of me; but I have no | desire to spend the day in those hen- I coops. There’s the sun now. Blessed j eight! I’m going to move this shawl up j there where it is dryer. May 1? It is positively suicidal to sit here. If you should be ill, I’ll have to act as Esculapius, for there isn’t a man of pills and squills in the whole village, I’m told. So be warned in time.” “It will be more prudent, no doubt,” admitted Margaret, allowing him to move the shawl in question, “but we I can’t see the waves so well.” “That’s no great loss. We know they are there, aa dch is just as good. Do you know, I’ve bet n thinking of you all night. Really, I had a strange dream in which you seemed to bo leading me, ! and some influence compelled me to fol- j low. Don’t look, skeptical, please, and ■ say nonsense. It was all very real, I assure you. One of those old men called you Miss Margaret. Please tell ■ me if that is your name? I have quite a curiosity to know.” “Your curiosity is easily satisfied. My name is Margaret.” “Thanks. I’ve always had an odd fancy for the name. It seems to mean so much. It is her name, too. Curious, isn’t it?” “Not at all,” responded Margaret promptly. “The name is common enough, I dare say.” “Perhaps. I like it, nevertheless, I only wish she were like you.” Margaret moved impatiently, and re- I plied with a suspicion of petulance: “I’m like myself and no one else. ‘Variety is the spice of life;’ so please <ion’t compare me with any unknown ‘she’s.’ ” “Oh, this one’s tolerable enough,” he i rejoined, “and smart, too, I dare say. I She’s managed to feather her nest at any expense. Perhaps she’s gloating ■over me at this very moment. ” “How can you say that?” asked Mar- { ^aret, with some warmth. “You have no j right to judge people that way. She ’ may hate the very sight of the money.” i “Money!” repeated Brian, in some 1 eurprise. “I said nothing about money.” > “No,” she returned, thoroughly angry ■with herself; “but I am sure money has something to do with the injury you ©peak <f. I know she isn’t so hateful as you think her. It is-i*e4thcr just nor He laughed at her earnestness. "I suppose she isn’t a bad sort,” he a<L ■^Bffnrerest in her, though. ” She flushed at these direct words. “I speak in general terms,” she replied, unable to meet his searching glance. “I simply say you have no right to assume certain things, and I wish you would not run people down in my presence, especially when I don’t know them, and cannot take their part. I hate it; it is against my principles, and it’s contemptible besides.” She rose to her feet and walked away in some excitement, already regretting lier childish warmth. “Tell me about it,” she added, imperiously, returning to her old place. ■“What did your cousin do?” Another mistake. She bit her lips as "the word cousin escaped her, but for- ; innately Brian had not noticed it. “Do?” he echoed, still regarding her "with an amazed expression. “She didn’t J do anything. Only my father happened J to think so much of her and io little of I me that he left her a fortune and me a | beggarly income to starve on. No use I living without money either. But I’ll | forgive her if she marries me, and I ■dare say she will. ” The confidence of this assertion was I too much for Margaret. “Didn’t I understand you to say you had never met her?” she asked, in a voice unnaturally quiet and full of scorn, that made no impression upon him. He i veplied in the most imperturbable man- I ner. “No, I haven’t seen her, that’s true; । but I dare say she’ll make a good wife, I and ” These words further enraged Mar- ; .garet. “How dare you,” she cried, without ! giving him a chance to complete his I sentence. “I never heard of such unparalleled impudence in my life. I dare- I say you consider your charms so overwhelming that every woman must be overcome by the bare sight of them. If • I were your cousin you would very soon I dis< over your mistake. A conceited man '

. -A. V V'XIV V iL’ ' I Xiltlll is the very abomination of desolation.” “You sho a- your contempt very freely,” returned Brian, not overpleased with her remarks. “If I suggest the idea of my cousin’s marrying me it is, because of the circumstances. Father would have liked it, I know. Perhaps he had the idea in his head when he made his ■will.” Margaret grew paler at these words, hut she did not answer. “And don’t you know,” Brian continued, with a spice of malice, as he turned lazily In his effort to see her face, “a man can marry any woman he i -chooses, provided he goes about it the ; right way. No woman can withstand ' constant, enduring affection.” “Constant, enduring fiddlesticks!” was the contemptuous teply. “No doubt your knowledge of woman, her nature j and capacities, is deep and profound, j but pray spare me your wisdom on the j subject, or I may be tempted, like Aunt Sukey, to jaw back. I dare say your i constant, enduring affection is another variety of constant hanging on. I would despise a man eternally around me. Please don’t laugh so loud. I’m not trying to be amusing. ” “No, I’ll wager not. Tell me what sort of man you do like. An Admirable ! Crichton, with every virtue under the > sun?” I

“Heaven forbid! How tiresome such a perfect creature would be, and what a curiosity. No; I like men. Real, actual men. Not ornamental show pieces.” “Like me, for instance. How complimentary you are. But the truth is I sha’n’t be even ornamental, if circumstances don’t change.” He looked away from Margaret as he uttered the last words and began to make marks with his heel in the sand. She watched his movements, but her mind was following up an engrossing train of thought. “Are you going to sit still and allow your life to map itself?” she asked, after a second’s pause. “It seems to me you have an opportunity to make a future ; for ymirself. Why don't you take advantage of it? Ido admire a man who j can tight against obstacles, and who : wins for himself a great name and a I high position, not because of, but in spite of the accidents of fortune. And ! I certainly cannot understand how any person with oidinary talents can go I through life with no ambition above | amusement. I grow disgusted with myself. ” “It is just as I expected,” replied Brian, endeavoring to speak lightly. “You’re strong-minded.” “Thanks. I consider your remark a compliment, though you may not mean it as such. I don’t admire weak-minded I men or women. lam glad to have ideas jof my own, and not to be swayed by every passing word. You are laughing I again. I suppose you consider me vastly ’ amusing, but I think myself vastly non- ; sensical. Thete is something in the air, j I dare say, or in the company,” she conI eluded mischievously. . “The company without doubt,” he agreed. “I never, pretended to amount : to much, and I know I never shall. That : is why I never considered it worth an 1 effort.” | “Why not?” she asked quickly, some j instinct prompting her sympathy. “ You | have so much before you. It is never ! too late to begin, neither is it ever too I early. That sounds like a paradox, ; doesn’t it? Your profession is an ad- ■ vantage in itself. It is such a noble one.” “A dog’s life when it comes to practice, ” he answered. “I tell you there’s a lot of sentimentality in the world. People I talk about this thing and that thing be- : ing ennobling and elevating, and all | that nonsense, when they know about :as much of it as Ido of heaven. Much good medicine has ever done me. I’ve ; got my diploma. I’ve lugged it all over i Europe, but it hasn’t seen the light of ’ day for many a long month. I know ! this don’t suit your ideas, but I never realized the need of practicing for a I living. I expected to be independent, । and where was the need?” “But now?” questioned Margaret. “Oh, now, my beloved cousin has ' stepped in and I’m as poor as the devil, i I beg your pardon. The words are ! forcible but expressive. The feeling is i wretched, but the experience worse. I'll worry along somehow, unless a certain event come at out. Are you going?” “Yes,” she returned, half absently gathering her things togeth r. "I am ' hungry. I think it must be twelve \ o'clock. and here in S’conset we dine at that unfashionable hour.” ’ ward cravings myself. May I walk under the shadow of your wing?” Without awaiting her permission he i possessed himself of her shawl and trudged by her side through the deep sand to the village. Turning from o e of the grotesque I little streets, into a more grotesque Broadway, Margaret found that her appetite had been a true guide. It was twelve o’clock, and all S’conset was goi Ing to dinner. This pleasant duty S’conset never forgot, it being one of the unwritten, yet faithfully observed, laws of the small town that, whatever ; the individual’s occupation at the moment, the stroke of twelve should find ; him ready, and all ideas gave way to the ; reality—dinner. j After leaving Margaret Brian found I his own appetite had increased to an i alarming extent, and he very gladly beJ took himself to his unpretentious abode ' and the meal awaiting him. | He did full justice to the latter, and ' at the same time managed to take in ! the history of Captain Folger’s eight j brothers and sisters, all Os whom had reached their eightieth year and were i still in the land of the living. As he : showed some skepticism on this latter i point, the Captain proposed a cruise to 1 town, where the house in which they were all horn should be pointed out to , him. It is needless to say Brian was still unconvinced. He afterward dis- ! covered that town meant Nantucket, i and cruise was the Captain’s word for ' ride. i ' These old seamen do not take kindly to the expressions of landsmen. They will greet you with the salutation, “Where are you heading?” instead of “Where are you going?” They will j agree to “land” milk and vegetables at ' your door, and if you happen to be rid- . ing wjth an old captain you may be re- i quested to shift your seat fore or aft, i or midship, or to sit to the leeward, as j the case may be. It is even said, I though we are not bound to believe it, [ that when the whaling industry failed I

»» BLD LUG niUUDII V Jcl I It’Ll | | through the discovery of coal oil, the I | old salts, obliged through necessity and I : not choice, to take to farming, en- i ! countered much difficulty from the fact I that their oxen were land animals, and ‘ ■ when commanded to go to port or star- ; board were too obtuse to obey the order, i Horses were equally tr ing. Con- | | trary to tactics on shipboard, a pull on ! । the port rein made the animal sheer to 1 I port, whin the old captain Avas tent on I ; having him go to starboard. Under such difficulties ploAving Avas slow | ; Avork and farming a decidedly discour- I i aging experience. After Brian had disposed of the I ; double duty of eating and listening he I spent some time in Avalking up and down I i the streets of the grim, small village, i I hoping for a chance encounter with j I Margaret. I He came to the old pump, reported to I have been set iji its present place in the : year of the declaration of American independence, and feeling in duty bound, he drank a cupful of its delightfully cold water. Still, not seeing Margaret, he determined to improve his hours of waiting by observing the cottages around him. Mathematical accuracy had not been j । considered in their erection. Their | । slanting roofs, curious embrasures, odd i I wings, and sprawling proportions, sup- j

plemented by grotesque ornamentation in the nature of nameboards of ships, fantastic scroll work from unknown prows, and gayly painted figureheads made them the strangest-looking houses in the experience of man. Such names as “The Barnacle,” “The Anchorage,” “Castle Bandbox,” “Big Enough,” and “The Sardine Box” suggested another element of originality. “It beats me,” commented Brian, in terms evidently intelligible to himself. “Nothing interesting about them, though. I wish she’d come.” “She” not making her appearance to suit his convenience, he decided to go in search of her. He found her sitting in the doorway of her little cottage sewing, and without asking permission, but only sorry he had not come before, he sat down beside her and proceeded to give her a ludicrous description of the cottages he had seen. “You come the day after the fair,” she laughed in answer. “I’ve not only seen their exterior but their interiors also. Did you notice Captain Baxter's old house? You must have, I think. It is near the pump. They say it is two hundred years old. Looks like it, doesn’t it? Some day I want you to see the curiosities it contains. The greatest lot. Some of them come from the furthest corners of the earth. The house has a real laughable history, too, but I’ll let Captain Baxter tell you that. In story telling he is unapproachable. Have you written to your aunt? She might be worried.” ■ “Oh, she’s all right,” he answered. ■ “I’ll write to-morrow. Do you like to 1 sew?” “Not particularly. But we’re often obliged to do what we don’t like.” “She’s poor,” decided Brian. “I thought ' so all the time. Confound it.” j This conclusion was quite a surprise to himself. Why Margaret’s poverty ; should affect him was a problem desI tined for future solution. When he was j leaving her at supper time he asked permission to call around in the evening, I but she shook her head resolutely. | “No; it will not be worth while. I goto bed at eight o’clock. Don't look so hor1 rifled. I know it is a nursery hour, but after you’ve been here a day or so you will feel the effects too, and be very glad 'to creep into bed even that early. BeI sides, the doctor ordered rest and quiet when I came here, and I’m obeying his I command io the letter. I dare say I’ll see you to-morrow. If you want diverI sion this evening g > to the club house; I you’ll find all the men there assembled smoking their pipes, and discussing the prospects for fishing to-morrow. You ! may gain much information.” Brian did not follow this advice. InI stead, he spent the evening in a high j state of discontent, and went to bed at half-past eight. [TO UE CONTIXCED.J Origin of a Soup. The exiles who took refuge in London at the time of the French Revolution met the poverty and hardships of their lot with much courage. They never begged, and it was often difficult to induce them to accept the funds subscribed for their assistance. The women did not accept the ! partially worn and soiled clothing of ; wealthy and charitably inclined ! ladies, as most women in their coni dition would have been glad to do, j but managed with the cheapest i nattrials tn dress ru'ntlv and tasy--r fn- ■ mtive spirit. The records of the j London Patent Office at the begin- ; ning of the eighteenth century have • on every page such names as Blon- ; dean, Dupin, Cardonel, Gastineau, I Leblond, and Courant. How ingenious they were in utilizing the most unpromising of materials is i shown by their invention of a now , famous dish. When the London butchers slaughtered their beef they were ac- ; customed to throw away the tails with the refuse. The French wom:en had the bright idea of buying them, since they could get them for next to nothing, and making soup of i them. And thus they gave to England the popular ox-tail soup, which loyal Englishmen now consider an i essentially national dish. — How Navaj is Hunt Prairie Dogs. A Navajo will stick a bit of mirror in the entrance of a burrow and lie behind the little mound all day if need be to secure the coveted prize of a fat prairie dog. When Mr. Tusa ventures from his bed-room deep underground he sees a familiar nage mocking him at the front door, and j when he hurries out to confront this I । impudent intruder, whiz! goes a I । chalcedony tipped arrow through him, pinning him to the ground so that he cannot tumble back into his home, as he has a wonderful faculty for doing even in death, or a dark hand darts from behind like lightning. ; seizes his chunky neck safely beyond ' the reach of his chisel-shaped teeth | and breaks his spine with one swjft ; snap.—St. Nicholas. Eyelashes and Eyebrows. For those people who wish to make their lashes longer and more regular, i the following suggestions may be of , use: Examine the eyelashes care- I fully one by one, trimming with a pair of scissors any which are split, feeble or crooked. Then anoint the , base of the lashes every night with a minute quantity of oil of cajuput or i the top of a camel hair brush. 11 j this is repeated sedulously for a few ■ months the result is most gratifying. , Beautiful arched eyebrow- are like- ! wise a great detail of beauty and arc ■ not to be underrated, It is best not j to trim the eyebrow, as it makes it I coarse, but if it is desired to strength- ! en or thicken it a few drops of cajuput oil may be safely rubl ed into the 1 skin every other night.—Detroit . Tribune. The Negro Sun Proof. The function of a negro’s black skin is supposed to be the conversion of the sun’s light into heat. The heat thus generated remains in the skin ami does not penetrate to the deeper tissues. Being thus provided with a sun-proof armor the negro car stand an amount of heat that would be fatal to a white man, and run little or no risk of sunstroke.

THE SUNDAY SCHOOL AM INTERESTING AND INSTRUCTIVE LESSON. Kefiscttons of an Elevating Character— Wholesome Food for Thought — Studying the Scriptural Lesson Intelligently and Profitably. The Laine Man Healed. The lesson for Sunday, July 24, may bo found in Acts 3: 1-16. INTIIODUCTORY. We aro at the gate of the temple called Beautiful, to-day. May it be beautiful to you, and to you, teacher, student. It is beautiful according as you desire to make it such. Not very comely or fair, rather gloomy and tiresome it may have seemed to the poor cripple as he lay there begging, day after day. He got new strength in his ankle-bones, and instantly it was radiant with light and beauty. It is the man who has read the good tidings and has received peace that can say, “How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace.” This class in the Sunday-school, this pew in the church may be a gate beautiful to your soul to-day, if you will let it. WHAT THE LESSON SAYS. Went up Curiously enough, the word used here is the one from which anabasis conies. At the hour, or on the kour (epi). An apostolic lesson (1) as to formal piety, and, possibly (2), as to promptness in attendance on worship. Was carried, whom they laid daily. Both of these verbs are in the imperfect tense, suggesting frequentative action, i. e.,were carrying; whom they were accustomed to lay. Beautiful. Literally, seasonable (root, ora; time] hence blooming, beautiful. To ask. Rendered “desired” at Acts 7: 46, where asked would better give the sense. About to go into the temple. His brief lut golden opportunity; a few steps only. Asked an alms. Greek: asked to receive mercy; from this last word comes our eleemosynary. Fastening his eyes. From the root intent or intense. Bible Union: looking Intently Look on us. A stronger i xpression in the Greek: look unto (into: eis) us. Gave heed to, i. e.: He gave his whole attention to them, one of the especial conditions of spiritual help. Expecting to receive. An expectation in one sense disappointed, in another sense, not. Have I not? Rather, belong not to me. Not the same word as have, following. Such as I have. Revision: What I have. There is no disparagement or even comparison as to what he has or has not. Peter says, It is not in our power to help you with silver and gold, but wo have something else that we can give you. In the name of Jesus of Nazareth, i. e., by his power, to his glory. Rise up and walk. Tischendorf omits the rise up. So Revision. Took him by the right hand. A vigorous word, to catch or seize. Used of catching fish. John 21: 3-10. Received strength. Literally, were made or rendered strong.

Leaping up. The first impulse. Stood. The first test of returning strength. Walked. Further testing the newly acquired pow.T. into the temple. A good first direction, doubt- ’ • " "-UI, rijrM chnrltv. 'Sulking ami pruning iro.fi \ v .-i , : natural and realistic account. They knew. More aeeurately, they I recognized. Whi •h sat. Perfect pari ticiple, has been or had been sitting, of ! customary action up to the present. Amazeim-nt. Literally, beyond one’s i self; from the word, ecstasy. Happened unto him. or fallen to him. , WHAT THE LESSON TEA< HI S. Peter and John went up. It is the Christian anabasis. There goes the ; Christian disciple on his blessed pilgrimage twixt the church and the home. Along this way, through ■witnessing in His name and through faith in His ! name, multitudes of captive souls have ■ been loosed and have gone leaping with joy. Ihe service of the temple has changed, the place, the mode; but God’s | spirit still waits there to bless. It is still a house of bread, a place of healing. As we go back and forward, to and j from, our temples of worship, souls are being saved. Go I’s will it is. Let us | guard and cherish the privileges of the , sanctuary. Multiply the gates beautiful ■ the country over, and bring, Avith hope ? and trust, the people to the gates. Look on us. The world is looking in : another direction: or rath -r. it is looking lin all directions. No wonder it abides ;in its crippledness and want. Gold, । silver, earthly fame, human inventions, . worldly pleasures an I panaceas, all ■ these so call away the thought that it is ; but a partial attention, if any, that is given to the gospel. “Look on us;” wo say. This Avay! this Avay! O world! Undoubtedly, “there is life in a look” when the look is rightly, directly and fully concentrated. “Look; only look!” cried the humble preacher in the little Methodist meeting-house, and Charles Spurgeon wont free. Still the voice goes out, "Look unto me and be ye saved, all ye ends of the earth.” “Look and live, look and live. Look to Jesus, now, and jive.” And all the people saw him walking and praising God. They see it still. The healed man is walking and praising Co l. His very tvalk ng is praising. Such should the Christian’s walk be. Are you made whole in the name of Jesus Christ? Leap forth in your new strength, walk and praise God. Too many Christians seem to abide just as they were born. There is no springing life, no jubilant leaping and walking. God gets scant praise. You do not ask for the ebullient and paroxysmal Avitness of the bush-meeting; but one likes no better the cold, sluggish, half-dead testimony that some lives render. If Christians are children of the light, then let them Avalk as the children of the light, strongly, joyfully, praisefully. Next Losson—“Peter and John Before th? Council.” Acts 4: 5-18. Sul.jects of Tboii"ht, Our years move slowly at first. Some men think alike and some don’t think at all. Industry overcomes a Avorld of discontentment. We lore the flowers, but they give us no recognition. After all, we are not very much better than our neighbors. A woman who says silly things easily learns to say malicious ones. Most men find out too late that they should have taken their wives’ advice

M’LUCKIE IS IN JAIL. Manager Frick Now Begins the War in Eu rnest. Monday was the most exciting day at Homestead since the battle between the strikers and the Pinkertous. The boast of Chairman Frick that work would be resumed in the mill by nonunion men was not realized, but the Chief Burgess of Homestead, John McLuckie, is in the Allegheny County Jail charged with mur.ier, and warrants are out lor see oral other strike leaders. The Carnegie official states that other strikers will be prosecuted from day to day until all who have been prominent in the trouble at Homestead have been punished or forced to leave the country, and the strikers claim that Avithin twen-ty-four hours Chairman Frick and other officers of the Carnegie company will be arrested on the charge of murder. The informations against the strike leaders Avore ma le by Se Telary F. T. F. Lovejoy, of the Carnegie Company, and Avere ma le again-t Hugh O’Donnell, the leader of the strikers; John McLuckie, Burgess of Homestead; Sylvester ( ritchlow, Anthony Flaherty, Samuel Burkett, James Flannagan and Hugh Ross, Avho are collectively charged with the murder of T. J. Connors and Silas Wayne the morning of July 6 during the riot. Connors Avas a Pinkerton man, 30 years of agtfi and lived at 80 Bond street, New Y< rk. He was struck on the back of the head wi’h a dynamite bomb and had his right arm crushed. Wayne was a young single AVurkmau who Lvid with his parents in Homestead. He had his head shot off with a cannon ball fired from the opposite side of the tla- r Avhile standing with his brother in the steel yard. There are two separat informations against the defendants, and only vary in the names of the victims. A short time later Burgess McLuckie appeared at Aid. McMaster’s oflkeand announced that lie was ready to answer the charge of murder preferred against him. The Aide: man then had a commitment issued, and lie Avas placed in jail. Before going to jail McLuckie said he courted a thorough investigation. The other defendants, he said, had not left the city to escape arrest, and that all Avould be on hand. WEIHE WANTS AN OFFICE. The Ex-l’reshlent <>; the AmalKUinateii i Association a ( ant!i<*a'e tor Congress. Pittsburg dispatch: William Weihe, I the retiring President of the Amalgam- ! ated Associate n of the United steel Workers, will be the Demo ratio candiry 1 date for Congress in I 'rT th*? I’Aventy-second V District. For some I time past a few of the Democratic lea<l- । r- have been pulling the wires to get a Xcandidate who Avould / be considered a for- ( \ I ' - midable opponent to wm. wEiur. John Dalzell. The field has been carefully examined and ' the availability and political strength of I a number of Democrats has been weighed land it was not till y< sterday that Mr. Weihe was a: n umwd as the Moses to ! lead the Democratic hosts through the ■ wilderness. He Avas chosen because of I his influence in labor circles. When • Mr. W< ihe stated that h • Avould retire i from the presidency of the local labor or^nninntion it av;is alleged he AV.mld ' enter । oltti< H, but some ot his friends ; <E- it i. < I tlu» roport. i The report to make Mr. Weihe the I Democratic Congressional candidate has been closely guarded. Several Aveeks ago W. J. Brennen, Chairman of the Lemo ratic County t ommitiee, said | that his party would have a candidate to oppose Mr. Palzell, but he positively | refused to give the name of the man sei lected. Last evening, however, a reI porter obtained positive information j that Mr. Weihe Avas the candidate. I GREETED BY GROVER. ClevelaiKl and Stevenson Meet at Buzzard’s Bay. General Adlai E. Stevenson has arTiVed at Buzzard’s Bay, says a dispatch. He had a hard trip from New York, and was tired and travel-stained Avhen the Old Colony train from Boston pulled into the little junction station. With the General Avas W'. G. EAving, of Chicago, the ex-United States District Attorney, I and a New York newspaper representative. Grover Cleveland drove over from Gray Gables villa to meet them, and sto d chatting with a friend when the train came to a stop. General Stevenson stepped out mid looked about Avith a dejected air as if disappointed at somej tiling, but this was only for an instant. Grover had caught a glimpse of Adlai’s I t all form in the crowd down the platform, and, hurrying doAvn, grasped the Illinoisan’s arm, saying: “How are you, General?” The General turned and gave the ex-President a quick glance, and, thrusting out his long arm, met Grover’s, and a hearty clasp ensued as the General said: “I am glad to see you.” Mr. Ewing was quietly intrcduced, and the party stood several moments Avaiting for the train to pull out. Mr. Cleveland Avas recognized by several, but none seemed to know the tall man with the tired look and the air of a Westerner. Mr. Cleveland took his gue.-ts to his private carriage out in the highAvay mid, after seating the General, sprang up beside him, Mr. EAving finding a seat with the coachman, and they were driven rapidly down the village street to Gray Gables. VICTIMS OF THE RIOT. Another I’inkerton Deteciive and Another I Striker Die from Their Wounds. Tavo more deaths have have resulted at Pittsburgh from the Homestead riot. One is a Pinkerton detective from Chicago named EdAvard Sheer, who was shot in leg during the batt! <>f the barges, and Avas taken to the West Pennsylvania hospital. The other is George AV. Rutter, an employe at the Homestead steel works, who Avas shot at the same time and died at the Homeopathic hospital. There are tAvo things, each of xvhich he will seldom fail to discover Avho seeks for it in earnest—the knoAvledge of Avhat he ought to do, and a plausible pretext for doing what he likes. Good breeding is the result of much good sense, some good nature, and a little self-denial for the sake of others, and with a view to obtain the same indulgence from them. There is no man so friendless but he can find a friend sincere enough to tell him disagreeable truths. —Bulwer Lytton.

SPICED AND PICKLED ARE THE [NDIATJA NEWS ITEMS IN THIS COLUMN. FresJi Intoll ^nncc from Fvi»ry Part of the .*-raio — Noth’ll^ of luteirst to Our ICeadars i-ett Out. Minor State items. Charles Rice v. a- badly tossed by a tuil which he was driving near CraAVfordsville. Large strata of marble have been discovered in Huntington, and will at once be quan ied. Shelbyatli.e wan is free mail delivery and about every man in town wants to be a carrier. Robinson A Redmond, of Logansport, will remove their hut> and spoke factory to Monticello. The State Camp of the Patriotic Order Sons of Anie’-ica convenes at Crawfordsville on Aug. 2 and 3. 4 An owl alighted on the pilot of a Wabash engine and was carried into Peru, where it was caught. Thomas Kelly, near Fort Wayne, fell dead while leaning against the ience talking to a neigiibor. The State Bank Examiner has asked that a receiver be appointed for the Vincennes National Bank. The “upper ten” of Wabash are shocked because the City Marshal smokes a clay pipe while on duty, Monroe Breese of Franklin fell from a boat plying between Cincinnati and Louisville and was drowned. Monticeli is to have a51,5()0 electric light plant before Jan. 1, furnishing both arc and ineandesi, nt lights. Elmer Ticker, a t oy einploved at the tin-plate Avorks in Elwood, had his hand ent off in a shearing machine. The bee-raisers of Clark County are complaining that the honey-crop this season is almost a tota failure. Frank Lydick, aged 12. was rendered insane by a blow on the head received in a fall from a hammock at Brazil. Sixteen cars Avere piled in a wreck four miles north of Vernon, on the G., R. &I. railroad. No loss ot life. Thomas Jackson, near Filmore, is 94 years old. He reads Avithout glasses, AvalKS Avithout a cane and hoes corn.

Mbs. Polly Weare, an aged Avidow of Brooklyn. Avas thrown from her buggy in an accident and seriously injured. Mrs. John Dahn, Avife of a prominent Columbus business man, Avas thought to Le fatally injured by a fall in the cellar. Richard Pace fell from a scaffold at the Methodist parsonage in Jeffersonville, and was probably fatally injured. Chari.es Moore of Greencastle, was shot through the hand wh'le hunting, caused by carelessness in handling his gun. William Sheffield, killed by the I cars in Richmond, was a Aveaithy-farmer near Marion, but was declared insane last May. Muncie soldiers have resolved that only veterans of the rebellion should be given recognition on the soldiers’ monument tablets. Neav Albany shipped sixteen car loads of onions to Chicago last week and now you can smell Chicago’s breath all over Indiana. A FiiKiGuT train was wrecked at Thorntown by i switch. The fireman and a brakeman were slightly hurt. Word has been received that Miss Alice Palmer of Franklin, has sailed from England for Africa, where she goes as a missionary. The eighteenth annual programe of the Battle Ground Assemblj' and campmeetmg, at Battle Ground, Aug. 11 to 28, has been announced. John I auuingtox of Kokomo, who went to sleep on the tracks, was knocked twenty feet, crushing his skull and breaking his ribs. He will die. Miss Bettie West, daughter of the well knoAvn turfman, Preston West of Charleston, shot herself through the hand with a revolver and will lose the member. I ive thousand Hoosier soldiers are expected in Frankfort during the encampment. Tiiev won’t be there, as there are only 2,000 in Indiana's standing army. James W. Poavell. a bright young high school pupil, of Logansnort, was found drowned in wtiat is known as “deep” pond on his father’s farm. He could not swim and ventured in- too far while bathing. Mbs. James Lane, near Herbst, crazed by protracted illness, committed suicide recently by juming into a well. She was about thirty-five years old, and the mother ot eight children, the oldest of whom is only 10. James Farmer, of Poland, was taking a traction engine up a very steep hill near Greencastle. The engine became unmanagable, ran down the hill and over a bridge embankment, scalding and crushing him to death. The marble-eyed, but necessary bovine still munches the public herbivora in the thriving town of Peru. The Council stood a tic and Mayor Zern voted with the cow the other daA- and now the people threaten to make the question their shibboleth in the next city election. Mu. O. s. New ion of Coatsville has just completed an oil painting that is attracting considerable attention among the Indiana G. A. R. The picture is reproduced from theorisinal photograph, portraying the first winter quarters of the famous Twenty-seventh Indiana Volunteers near Fredericksburg, Md. ^Another suit growing out of the wreck of Jan. 11, has teen entered against the Monon Railroad. George Fitchey demands 5175 for liquor drunk by the survivors of the wreck. Fitchey kept bar at the hotel where the passengers were taken. Fitchey claims that a Monon official authorized him to let all who wanted have drinks. This he did to the amount of 5175. and now he sues for that sum. A colored barber, supposed to be C. D. Lockey of Indianapolis, was killed at Romona, Owen County. He Avas caught on a bridge, and attempted to let himself down from the ties when the train passed, but fell to the rocks below. The large frame barn of County Commissioner Andeison of Greencastle, was burned recently. Three mules and a valuable family horse were lost. The fire was caused by spontaneous combustion from new hay. Anderson heard a terrific explosion and, looking toward his barn, saw the flames shoot up in all directions. Loss, §2,500; insurance SI. 000.