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CHAPTER XXVI. It was still early morning when Captain Wynyard, tired out with his long search, haunted by dreadful memories, horrible thoughts, lay down on the sofa in the library to secure, if possible, a few hours' rest. Like Lord Culdale, he had great hopes that the post would bring some news of Gladys, and he tried to convince himself that it was impossible that she could disappear mysteriously and leave no trace. When he closed his eyes and tried to rest, two faces rose persistently before him—that of the girl he had slain, and that of the woman he loved. “I wonder,” he said to himself, as he tossed restlessly, “if I shall ever sleep again—if for one moment of my life I shall fail to see Angela Rooden’s outstretched hand?” Presently his eyelids drooped; but before deep sleep had come to him he was disturbed by the murmur of many voices. “Found drowned, found drowned!” He started from the sofa, his face livid, his whole frame trembling. A cry of agony and terror broke from his parched lips. Ah, then, they have found Angela! But *why should servants and laborers come trooping here? Past the window ran ^anchette with a wild cry; there ran Lady Culdale, pale and terror-stricken! What did it ail mean? Why should they be so overcome because Angela was drowned? What was she to them? Then slowly from between the trees emerged a little group of men, carrying between them a figure on a rudely con- ( Strived litter, shielded from the observa- j tion of human eyes. Great heavens! Why were they bring- , Ing the dead woman there? Why should they carry Angela Rooden to Culdale? “What madness!” he gasped. 1 His face was perfectly livid, his brain ’ burned with a thousand torturing t thoughts. Why were they bringing the drowned woman there? he asked him- । self again. His heart beat horribly fast, great ; drops gathered on his brow, as he saw the men slowly approaching the great hall door with their burden. “Oh, heaven, I cannot meet that!” he cried. He opened one of the long glass windows and went out. He saw the crowd and heard the hushed voices. His bewilderment only increased. Had they carried his wife’s dead daughter here to confront him? “This is a horrible affair!’ said one of the guests. Colonel Moncrieff, who had joined him. “What is it?” he asked. “Miss Rane has been found drowned in the ornamental lake at Brantome Park.” Captain Wynyard fell, as though shot, to the ground. Colonel Moncrieff suddenly remembered to have heard some rumors about the Captain and Miss Rane, and he felt how indiscreet he had been. “I should have been more careful," he said to himself. “I ought to have remembered.” He would not call any one to his aid, but went quietly into the house and fetched a glass of brandy. He held it to the Captain’s lips, and in a few minutes Captain Wynyard opened his eyes. “Dead!” moaned the Captain; and Hugh Moncrieff never forgot the horror with which his friend uttered the word. He trembled like a leaf, his brain reeled, his eyes became dim. “Help me, Moncrieff,” he said. “My sight and my strength are gone from me, for I loved Gladys Rane. Help me back to my room, and leave me there alone.” Colonel Moncrieff did as he was told; and the next minute the unhappy man was alone, his face buried in his hands. “Let me try to think clearly,” he said. “I murdered Angela Rooden —flung her into the lake. Yet Gladys Rane is found there. Are they both drowned? It was Angela; I could swear rt, although I did not see her face. I knew the silver-gray wrapper, which I bought and gave to her myself, and the dark, rippling hair. Besides, Angela was at Brantome; but how could Gladys have come there? Yet no one speaks of finding Angela. Could l—oh, perish the thought!—could I have mistaken one for the other?” A cry of despair burst from his white lips, but he recovered himself almost immediately. The idea was absurd. Gladys knew nothing of Brantome; she did not even know Angela was the.re; and how could she be wearing the silver-gray wrap that belonged to his wife’s daughter? “What a horrible idea!” he said to himself, with a forced laugh. “Some might call it a righteous retribution, if I had slain the woman 1 loved instead of the girl I hate. But it is impossible. Another dead body will be found in the Brantome lake! 1 must go there and solve the mystery for myself.” Angela had gone back to the lakeside, Irresistibly drawn thither as by a spell. She had given up all thought of going to London on that day; she was too agitated and excited to travel. As she walked along the bank she caught sight of Captain Wynyard, his face so pale, so desperate, that she hardly recognized him; pud his eyes, when they met hers, were filled with a murderous hate. She went up to him, nothing daunted. “You have heard?” she said. “You know ?” “I know,” he replied. “I would to bo»veu I had died in her place!”

"B by do you look at me in that terrible way?” she asked. "Tell me!” he cried. “I have heard the words; but I cannot believe them. Tell me Gladys Rane is dead.” “Alas, Gladys Rane is dead!” said Angela, in a low, soft voice. “But how did she get here, Captain Wynyard? Why did she come here?” “I do not know,” he replied; “no onb knows. Did she know that you were here?” he asked, gloomily. “No,” replied Angela. “But there is something I had better tell you. Captain Wynyard, although it had better be told to no one else. 1 went to Culdale yesterday, and on my way back quite unexpectedly I met Miss Rane. I met her face to face, so that it was impossible to avoid speaking to her. What passed between us does not matter. 1 asked her to promise not to tell you that 1 was here, and she gave me that promise.” Then, looking into the Captain’s face, she added —“I see now that you knew.” “Go on, for heaven’s sake! Go on!” he cried. “We walked together to the King's Meadow, where we sat down for some time and talked. I left her in ignorance of where I was staying, and I purposely went out of my way to mislead her.” “Go on!” he cried. “You speak so slowly, Angela!” His eyes were fixed hungrily on the girl's face, as though he could have torn the words from her lips. “L left her in the King’s Meadow.” continued Angela, “and 1 never saw her again until this morning, when they laid her on the terrace there. But,” she went on, “I believe I know how she came here.” Then she told him of the two roads, the one leading to Culdale, the other to Brantome, adding -“I feel sure that sho took the wrong road.” It was a simple enough solution of what had seemed to him a great mystery. “It must have been so,” he sighed. “I did not say this morning that I knew her," Angela went on. “There was no need. But why are yon looking at me in that strange way?" "Wore you here yesterday?" he asked, suddenly—“here on these steps?" “No,” she replied. "I was not. 1 never came near here yesterday." “You did not rest on the steps there?” “I never even approached the lake,” she answered, earnestly. From gray to livid, from livid to a horrible white, his face changed as he listened. Whose, then, could the outstretched hand that he had turned from have been—whose the figure that he had hurled into the lake? CHAPTER XXVII. Murder shone in the livid face turned to her; murder gleamed in the fierce eyes. The girl shrank back, though not daunted. "You did it!” she cried. “As surely as heaven is above us, you did it! 1 real murder in your face!" She was silent for a moment; then a cry that he never forgot came from her lips. "I see it all," she went on. “Gladys Rane's life has been taken in mistake foi mine. You came here, you saw her, and, wearing my robe, thought it was 1 -and you killed her!” He shrank shuddering away as her words fell upon his ears, while she, in the horror of her discovery, wept aloud. “You killed her instead of me!” she continued. "Murderer! You cannot deny it! No human eyes may have seen you: but neither you nor any other can escape the all-seeing eyes of Him before whom you have so mercilessly sent Gladys Rane. Your crime is known in heaven, if not on earth.” Cowed and terrified by her words, the miserable man made no attempt at selfdefense. “You cannot prove it!" he hissed, rather than said. “That is true. I cannot prove it: but I know it, and you know it. You may tremble, for the wrath of heaven is most surely upon you. You would have slain me —me, your stepdaughter, who have never hurt or injured you —and you have killed the woman whom you professed to love instead!” He turned his ghastly face to her. “What mad folly!” he cried. “Why should 1 seek to kill you?” She met his gaze unflinchingly. “I will tell you,” she replied. “You wish me dead because you want my mother’s inheritance. I know all your plots and schemes: I know how you persuaded my poor loving mother to make that infamous will by which iny father’s money should come to you in the event of my death. You persuaded her to make it, and to keep it a secret tom me.” “And she has betrayed me!” he exclaimed, angrily, unable to conceal his rage. “She has exposed you,” said Angela, scornfully, “and the will is destroyed. If you hail succeeded in your design yesterday, and had flung me into the hike instead of Gladys Rane, you would not have been one stop nearer to my fortune, which now will never be yours. I may tell you more,” she continued. “You persuaded my mother to make that will, and then you doomed me to death. Only heaven knows what you meant to do with my mother. She would have died soon after me, no doubt. You would then have been rich and free, and you would have married poor Gladys Rane. But heaven, in its wisdom, has interposed, and you have slain with your own hands the woman for whom you have sinned so terribly.” He looked at her in helpless amazement. These things, that he had believed were locked in the depths of his own heart, were all well known to her. She had

fathomed secrets which he had hardly acknowledged even to himself. “You wondered,” she continued, “and my dear mother wondered, why I left home. I will tell you. I knew that, so long as that will was in existence, my life was in danger; you were bent upon compassing my death. You believed that the plans you laid were unknown to me; but they were noti You sent me purposely that winter day where the ice was weak, and you knew It would not bear me; you tampered with the boat, hoping that 1 should be drowned; and I resolved to leave home, and not to return until the will was destroyed. I knew that, while it was in existence, my life was not safe from hour to hour; and that, Captain Wynyard, was why I left home.” He muttered a curse between his clenched teeth. “I did not tell my poor mother,” continued Angela, “why I was going away; but I wrote to her secretly, asked her to have that will destroyed, and, when it was done, to let me know by a certain sign, when 1 would return home. I have received the sign, and I am returning to her, never to leave her again. I might have exposed you then, as I might expose you now; but for my mother’s sake I refrain. You nave marred her life; broken her heart; but you shall not, through my agency, bring disgrace upon her name.” Again a muttered curse escaped him, and, had it not been that the man was] utterly unnerved, Angela Rooden’s life I would probably have been cut shorC “If ever a man was caught in his owJ! toils, you are that man; if ever a manwas scourged by his own sins, you are that man.” “Say no more!” he cried. “1 have heard enough!” "I have something more to say,” she cried, “and you must hear me. I have been in your power and now you are in mine. I do not know whether I do right in letting you go free, and in not exposing you to the world; but 1 do it for my mother s sake, to save her from further misery. I will keep your hideous secrets and say nothing of what I know on one condition. Are you prepared to accept it?” “B hat is it?" he asked, hoarsely. " 1 hat you free my mother forever from your hateful presence, that you leave England, never to return.” “Your mother would not be willing that I should leave her," ho said, with a sneer. My mother will thank heaven,” Angela declared. "Ym have caused her such bitter suffering that she longs to be free from the pain of your presence." And what, he asked, "if I refuse?" I have thought of that," promptly answered Angela. “If you refuse, I shall go at once to my father’s lawyer, Mr. Sansome, shall lay the whole matter before him, and ask him to take criminal proceeding against you." “You can prove nothing." he snid. I can prove sutfii ient to make you detested in all decent society," she replied. 1 can prove that you married my mother for her money and broke her heart; I can prove how you have tried to take my life, in order to obtain my inheritance. I air not the only one who knows it." "B’ho else knows it?" he gasped. I shall not tell you. I need have no regret that the la wi’l not be called upon to punish you for heaven has already done so. Ihe curse of Cain will ba forever upon you, and your heart will ba heavy with the knowledge that with your ou n hand you have slain the one woman whose life was dear to you " (T> be continued.) RIVER TRAFFIC IN OLD TIMES.

Rteambout Captain I.amenta the Decmlence oi the Floating: Falace. “It looks something like It used to look, but It ain’t the old public landing, for a fact," was the remark of an old steamboat man, who years ago was a clerk on an Ohio River stea mtxiat. But for many years Captain Davidson had Ixam on the I'pper Mississippi, and his retied ions had a mournful tinge. “Why, 1 rememl>er when the steamboats were two and three deep at that wharf, and some of them had to wait a day or two for room to unload. And it was a common case for a boat to bring in 200 passengers, and on the levee trucks were thicker than street cars on Fountain Square. I reckon the railroads have played the mischief with boating interests here just as they have done everywhere. “And look up there at the Spencer house. Why. that was a fashionable hotel before the war. and prices were $4 and $5 a day. 1 put up there when 1 came to this town on my wedding trip on the old Scioto. Why, they had dances there that all the lassi people attended. and a good many of them did-n’-t get invited, either. Now look at the house. AV by, you could rent a room for $1 a week. I reckon, and might be mighty sorry afterward that you paid that much. And right over the street stands a part of the old Broadway Hotel. It was older than the Spencer House, and old Captain Cromwell knew how to keep a hotel. He was one of the old-time gdtrtlemen, always anxious to see his guests have a good time. And now half the hotel is gone to make room for the bridge and the other half is not a reminder of what that house was like in its best days. Why, my father told me that he was in Cincinnati at one time when Henry Clay spoke from a balcony of a hotel and though Cincinnati was only a small city then. Broadway was crowded from the landing to Columbia street. “All the old stores are gone, too, and tlie old merchants, too. There was a big iron store run by the Shoenbergers of Pittsburg and Timber & Aubrey had a big grocery right next to thorn. And the big boat stores were thick all along the river front, and they did a big business, for it took lots of supplies to run boats that wore carrying hundreds of passengers. But times have changed, and it looks kind of quiet like around here now.”—Cincinnati Tribune. A Hamburg young man has just had his sanity proved by the Roentgen rays. He declared ten years ago that he had a bullet in his head, which he had tired into it in trying to commit suicide. He complained of the pain, and, as he attacked his keepers, and the doctors could find no trace of a wound, was locked up as a dangerous lunatic. The Roentgen rays have now shown the exact place of the bullet.

TOPICS FOR FARMERS A DEPARTMENT PREPARED FOR OUR RURAL FRIENDS. Bow Poultry May Be Made to PayTwo Potato Crops in One Season — Uses of the Alder Bush —Fall Plowing of Sod Ground. Making Poultry Pay. Just why some cannot make the poultry yard a paying Institution is quite plain. Like everything else, It all lies with the man and how lie goes about it. One fellow goes at it. He has read considerable about it. He builds large and completely fitted up houses in the most practical way, buys high-priced thoroughbred fowls and starts in to make it go. It lakes such a man about one season to learn that be knows little and needs experience. This is bought from a small beginning and with several years’ actual work with them. Branching out largely at first Is seldom done by a prudent or practical person. Anybody can feed and perhaps rear a brood of chicks. To keep a few hens for private use where they live upon the refuse of your table is one Urinriof ehlcken business, but when you Are In It for your bread and butter, with hundreds, and perhaps thousands, under your care, it is quite another matter. It can and is paying live workers, but never drones. Don't go at it unless you have patience, tact and lots of ambition. These are very essential points of value to any man who hopes to succeed. Weed out. the flocks, disposing of really old stock and the undesirable young. A few good hens, well cared for, will raise more chickens next summer than If a great flock is crowded together in unhealthy coops.

Two Potato Crops in One Reason. Last fall I bought a few bushels of an early red potato out of the cellar—Chicago Market, Rochester Rose, or something else and laid them in a place on the roof of a low shed to start their sprouts, thinking to forward the crop In this way. After a while I planted most of them, but a few still lay on the roof until July 14. when part of the garden patch having been dug for new potatoes, I planted forty hills to see what they would do right in the old hills. By this time they were sunburned, black as coal almost, and their stubby sprouts, covered with tiny green leaves, were two inches long. The weather was dry and hot, the earth dry as ash»«, and nothing was seen of them till a light shower brought them up July 21. From this their growth was rapid, and there was a larger growth of vines than the first crop had. A frost cut them down Sept. 22, but they were nearly ripe. The first crop did not ripen, but they would have grown little. If any. more. Mr. B’uldo F. Brown, who has green corn by the time mine is fairly up not more than a foot high at the most could raise two crops In this way with all ease, and so could any one who Ims n degree or two less latitude (42 degrees 30 tninmtem. The potatoes you la.\ out on the boards must l>e recut; then they will keep until it is time for the second planting. Two crops of potatoes is better than the crop of fall weeds we see so often where garden potatoes have been dug. N«w York Tribune.

I wh of Hie Abler Bush. The common sweet alder bush, or elderberry bush, as it is often called, is regarded by neat farmers as a nuisance, to be destroyed as quickly as possible. Yet it has many uses, and some farmers’ wives especially, have learned to turn it to protit. Its fruit when dried makes very fair pies if some acid is mixed with it. We have known it to be used with grapes, the latter being extra sour and without something to temper them requiring too much sugar. The juice of elderberries with sugar makes the standard heavy wine which oldfashioned people used always to keep in the house to use when sickness made it necessary. Finally the blossoms are an excellent febrifuge, and some should always be put up to use when fever from unknown causes attacks any of the family. Farmers Should Grow Best Seed. No garden or field seed is more easily grown than the beet. Select smooth specimens of moderate size out of the heap and plant them in early spring. All the work they need is to run the cultivator between the rows, which should be wide enough for that purpose. If this is done two or three times, the spreading branches will cover the spaces between the rows and will keep down most of the weeds. The seed is gathered by cutting off these branches and spreading on cloths or hung up in sheds either having a tight, floor or having cloths spread under the hanging branches to catch the seed as it falls. When beet seed is ripe it shells very easily. The seed is easily grown and therefore cheap, but every farmer can easily raise what he wants for his own use. Fall Plowimr Sod Ground. Wherever there is a heavy growth of coarse grass left on the land in fall it is much better to plow it in the fall if it is intended to use it for cultivated crops next year. Most of this coarse grass, that has small nutrition, has very vigorous roots and needs to be turned under as long as possible before the crop is planted. The mulch of coarse grass on the surface will prevent the sod from freezing as deeply as it ought. In fact, when the ground is mostly covered with snow in winter the heavy mulched sod may scarcely be frozen at all. But when turned over in the fall and the furrow is left rough as possible, it Is sure to be frozen again and again, leaving the surface soil in very fine tilth. If the sod be Juno grass or quack many ®f the roots will be killed by freezing

dry In the upturned furrow on or neas the surface. Though there is some waste of fertility by washing and plowing of fall-plowed land, it is none the less good practice where hoed crops that need an early mellow seed bed are to be sown or planted the following spring. Winter Fattening of Stock. The competition of AVestern dressed beef and of Western mutton, poultry and other meats shipped in refrigerator cars has made it very hard for Eastern farmers to keep up the old practice of Inlying or raising for fattening some , kind of stock every winter. The city butcher would like to buy a beef or a number of them from the farmers in , bls neighborhood, but he is restrained , by fear. He cannot get enough to supply himself through the year. Indeed, the farmer generally only cares to market his fattened stock in cold weather. So the B’estern shipper extorts from his customers an ironclad agreement, to buy meat only as sent by him. Yet we think if farmers would buy or raise young stock and fatten it, they could make a market selling beef or mutton by the quarter, or dividing It still farther for the accommodation of their customers. No law to restrain this right can be valid, as has been repeatedly decided by very high authorities.— American Cultivator. Rules for Milking. Turf. Farm and Home gives the following rules for milking: First—Work rapidly; slo vness causes loss of cream. Second —Milk thoroughly to the last drop, because the last milk is the best. Third—Milk at the same time every day. Fourth—Milk crosswise, that is to say, one fore teat on the right and a hind teat on the left, and vice versa; the milk thus flows more copiously than by parallel milking. Fifth—Milk with four lingers and not with index and thumb, a fault too common with milkers. Sixth Do not employ any kind of milking machines. Seventh—To milk young, restive cows, raise one of the fore feet. Eighth—Always keep the hands clean and also the cow's udder, and all dairy utensils. Ninth—During milking avoid distracting or disturbing the cow. Sugar from Beet*. At the Norfolk (Neb.) sugar factory, 350 tons of beets dally are now being made Into granuMted sugar. That single factory expects to turn out 10,000,000 pounds of sugar this season, paying to farmers in and around that locality about $300,000 for beets, to say nothing of the Immense amount paid for labor, limestone,, fuel, coke, lubricating oils, etc. The crop is excellent and farmers enthusiastic, as some of them are receiving SSO to $125 per acre for the crop, while the townspeople are i prosperous and happy with money circulating freely. Land there Is renting from $8 to $lO per acre for best culture. Much the same state of affairs exist at Grand Island, Neb. Large numbers of farmers all over Nebraska and neighboring States are visiting these sugar factories, and intense interest is being aroused in the effort to vastly develop the Industry in this country.—Agriculturist.

A Home Supply of Vinegar. During the past twenty years the writer has made no eider, yet our cider vinegar kegs are always holding out like the widow’s cruse of oil. How Is it done? We buy some sweet cider from a neighbor and add it gradually to the twenty-gallon kegs that have had pure vinegar in them so long that they have had several sets of iron hoops. As they have stood on the cellar bottom, full or partly full of strong vinegar for twenty years, we conclude that vinegar preserves wood, as the staves are still sound. It is always possible to get pure, sweet cider in the fall, hence the vinegar keg or barrel once started is good, for aught we know, for a hundred years.—Exchange. Proper Colts to Raise. The farmer who attempts to breed speed alone stands no more chance to make a financial strike than a boy in a pin lottery without any ticket. But at the same time, he should not lose sight of the fact that lie who buys for road purposes calls for not only a good^dzed horse, but one even-gaited, and quite speedy. I believe there is more money In raising the right kind of colts, and preparing them for the market than any other kind of stock on the farm. The first thing to be considered by the farmer is what strain and what cross will come nearest to filling the bill of public demand. “Like produces like,” is an old adage, and quite true.—National Stockman. Clerminating Nuts. The success of germinating nuts In the spring depends upon the condition of ripeness and the method of keeping them during the winter. Nuts should not Iw allowed to become too dry before burying in sand When gathered too early the kernels shrivel up and have but little germinating power, hence they should not be gathered until the kernel is full and plump. If there is any danger of mice getting into the boxes where they are buried during the winter, wire netting should be nailed over them.— Exchange. Farm Comforts. If the farmer will take a philosophical view of the situation, be will find himself ina much better condition to secure for himself and his family the necessities and comforts of life than any other Industrial classes, to say nothing about the degree of happiness within his reach. —Lewiston Journal. Most of the madieval manuscripts have the Important Initials in red ink, hence the term rubrics, from rubrica, red.

RECORD OF THE WEEK INDIANA INCIDENTS TERSELY TOLD. Centennial Celebration Finds Little Favor—Rev. Buchanan Closes His Pastorate of Forty-six Years—Grave Accusation Against Perry Fair. Oppose a Centennial Exhibition. The commission appointed by Gov. Matthews, under a resolution of the Legislature, to present some plan for a centennial exhibition, has submitted its report to the Governor. Every member of the Legislature who has expressed himself on the subject is opposed to the centennial project, and the scheme will be beaten by an overwhelming majority. It is understood that Gov. Matthews himself is opposed to it, and that he will not submit the commission’s report with a recommendation that it be adopted. As a rule, members of the Legislature take the view that no celebration should occur till 191(5, the centennial anniversary of the organization of Indiana as a State. Minister with a Great Record. On Sunday the Rev. J. N. Buchauan surrendered his work as pastor of the United Presbyterian Church at Hebron, and closed his pastorate of forty-six years. The church was crowded, including many of the children and grandchildren of the first members of his congregation, of whom only two —Miss S. P. Turner and Mrs. Adalene Crawford —remain. The Rev. Mr. Buchanan was born in Ohio Dec. 10, 1824, and at the age df 14 entered Muskingum College at New Concord, Ohio, from which he graduated in 1848. He taught school for several terms. He then entered the Theological Seminary at Oxford, Ohio, graduating in 1851, when he was licensed to preach, and at once went to the pastorate of the Hebron church. During the forty-six years he has missed but three sermons, aud has never taken a vacation. He has preached 2,275 sermons for his congregation, performed over 400 marriage ceremonies, baptized 350 infants, and received 270 members into the church, a record few ministers will ever equal. Offers SSOO for Freedom. It is alleged that Perry Fair, son of exTreasurer Fair, who is under indictment at Butler for raising orders, offered Deputy Sheriff Platter SSOO if he would permit him to escape. When asked where he would get the money, he said he would find it on his way to his father’s house if the deputy would accompany him. Sheriff Stroh affirms the story. After young Fair was in jail it was found that he still had a key to the Treasurer’s office, and Treasurer Hines had found evidence before Fair’s arrest that some one had been visiting the office almost nightly, and it is hinted that things were being fixed to cover the shortage of ex-Treas-urer Fair. Thomas Mitchell, ex-cashier of the Garrett bank, has been found and brought back, to appear before the Grand Jury to explain some marked pass-books. The officers found him at Anderson, after ten days’ search. It has leaked out from the Grand Jury room that there will be some sensational developments in the ease.

AU Over the Btate. George Richards, a Brown County farmer, injured in a runaway acident near Morgantown, is dead as the result of an operation for his relief. Mrs. Betsy Miley, the oldest woman in Bike County, died at Petersburg, aged 92 years. Her death was caused by an overdose of opium administered by herself. The Bluffton Boot and Shoe Company, of Wabash, organized six years ago, and which has never paid a dividend, quit business Friday. The factory, buildings and machinery will at once be sold and the proceeds applied to the indebtedness, which amounts to $12,000. The stockholders will make good the difference between the assets and liabilities. Farmer Dodson told a strange story at Muncie police headquarters. He said he was on his way home when he was held up, just before reaching the city limits, by three boys in knee pants, masked and with revolvers in their hands. They told him that while they were young in years at the business, they had read instructions carefully and knew just where to shoot. They demanded his money and he was forced to give them $lO. David McCormack, one of the Anderson city contractors whose mysterious disappearance a month ago caused a great deal of excitement, drove into Anderson Saturday night behind a team of fine thoroughbreds and exhibited a roll of money as big around as his arm. He has nothing to say regarding his disappearance, and his whereabouts during the month that has intervened. McCormack holds contracts of various kinds in other gas belt cities. The initial session of the State Teachers’ Association at Indianapolis was addressed by Howard Sandison. the retiring president; James F. Scull, of Rochester, president-elect, and Mrs. Sarah T. Campbell, of Anderson. The Indiana Library Association, the Indiana College Association, the county superintendents and the high school and other sections tributary to the State Teachers’ Association, were also in session. The library meeting was enlivened by the presence of Miss Cornelia Marvin, of Armour Institute, Chicago, who discussed “Ordering and Accessioning” during the morning hours, and in expressing views in the evening with reference to “Classification, Cataloguing and Finding Lists” made a marked impression. Rutherford B. Hayes, secretary of the American Library Association of Columbus, Ohio, was also in attendance. The College Association accomplished little beyond discussing the Bible in college work, in which no conclusions were reached. The county superintendents devoted their attention to topics pertinent to legislative action. John N. Howell, aged 23, of Martin’s Ferry. Ohio, a student at the Valparaiso normal school, was found dead in bed. He retired in the best of health. Coroner Ketchum will investigate. W B. Holsimer and Oliver Justice, the counterfeiters who were arrested in Anderson, were turned over to the government authorities. It is understood that they not only confessed in their own cases, but turned State's evidence and gave some valuable information which will likely result in the apprehension of other members of the gang who have had their headquarters near Middletown.