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CHAPTER I. Some twenty years ago there lived in Rn old-fashioned, rambling cottage, in the greenest part of Chelsea, England, a lady of the name of Warner and her daughter Jane. Mrs. Warner was the widow of a lieutenant in the Royal Navy, a fact of which she was inordinately proud. Her daughter Jane, at the time of her father’s death, was a staid, sensible girl of fifteen, and quite capable, in the opinion of Mrs. 'Warner's friends, of assisting her mother to eke out the miserable pension which was all the Lieutenant’s death left them to live upon. So they established the mother and daughter in the Chelsea cottage, where Jane grew from girlhood to womanhood, with such education as books and her own thoughts could give boy, and a knowledge of housekeeping and the best means of making a shilling do duty for two, beyond her years. The upper portion of the cottage was let in lodgings, and generally ail the year round, for it was a sweet, quiet place to live in, and Jane made her lodgers so comfortable they had no desire to move. At the time our story opens they had three permanent.inmates, all of whom looked on the house as their‘home. The drawingroom^floor was let to Mr. Wilfrid Ewell, a clerk in Somerset House; and the one above it to Mr. John Cobble, who was walking the hospitals; while rhe room on the landing served as “parlor and bedroom for all" to Miss I’rosser, a daily governess, who had made an arrangement to take her meals with the 'Warners. Jane was glad to secure such a companion for her mother, who occupied the din-ing-room, and who was never happy unless she had some one to chatter to about the. deceased lieutenant. The room was decorated with trophies of her hero —his books and portraits, and the shells, stuffed birds and other abominations which he had collected during his voyages for the edification of those at home. The oldfashioned rambling cottage, which was surrounded by a green veranda, almost hidden in summer by honeysuckle and | clematis and climbing roses, was set in | the midst of a garden as old-fashioned >tnd rambling as itself. It was an evening in June, quiet and seCOae as herself, and Jane, the day’s labor over, was watering her favorite Howers. ’'he wore a black and white print dress, With a holiand apron and a broad-brimmed muslin'hat; and she made a pretty picture OS she stood there with the watering pot fa her uplifted hand. Presently a little person, fantastically dressed, came ambling along the garden paths, ami Mrs. Warner stood beside her daughter. It was difficult to look at them, and believe they were parent and child. Jane towered inches above her mother's head, and her regular features boro no resemblance whatever to Mrs. 'Warner’s turned-up nose and round bird-like eyes. The elder lady wore a dress of many colors, and a wonderful cap, manufactured by herself. Her cap was ornamented with every artificial flower and morsel of ribbon she could lay her hands on; and in the front of it was stuck a large brooch, formed of a painting on ivory of the temple of Tanjore—one of the Lieutenant’s last gifts to her. and which the poor old lady regarded as a species of amulet or charm. She was never seen without this brooch placed ’in some part or other of her dress; and herlatest craze was that, if she parted with it for a single hour, some harm would happen to the Lieutenant —for her madness had taken the happy form of refusing to believe her husband was dead; and sometimes Jane was unable to persuade her to stir out of the house for ■days together, under the impression that he might return while she was away. As she approached her daughter’s side on that June evening Jane saw she had some new crochet in her addled brain, from the way in which she looked around her, with her finger to her lips. “Jane," she commenced, mysteriously, “Miss Prosser is not in.” “Well, she is often detained, you know that. Perhaps Lady Brooke has a dinner party, and has asked her to remain with the children. She will be home to supper. But you must not wait for your cup of tea a minute longer.” And Jane put her arm round Mrs. 'Warner’s waist, and tried to draw her toward the house. But the old lady stood still upon the path and reJusod to stir. “Jane,” she said, solemnly, “don’t trifle upon such a subject. Have you forgotten that I expect your father to arrive at any moment —that this very evening he may be here? And Miss Prosser does not return.' Perhaps she has gone to meet him. The thought disturbs mo greatly. I have been very kind to Miss Prosser. 1 hare talked a great, deal to her of your father's goodness and beauty. Do you think I talk too much of his goodness ami beauty, I Jane?” I “Pethaps you do. dear, sometimes. Ihe i subject is not so interesting, you know, to other people as it is to you and to me.” “But that is impossible, Jane. Every one must be interested to hear of your dear father. He is one of the handsomest men in England, you know, and certainly the best. Can women fall in love with men of whom they have only heard, Jane?” “I don't think so.” replied the girl, ijbeerfully. "1 never met with such a Case. Mother, if you don't come in at once the evening air will ruin the painting on your beautiful brooch,” said Jane, using the most forcible argument she could think of. Mrs. Warner immediately clapped her hands to her brooch with a cry of dismay, and trotted into the house. Iler daughter followed her with a sigh. Once settled at her tea-tray, Mrs. Warner fell into a more reasonable mood. She was given, at such moments, to assume a managerial and dictatorial air with her daughter, which would have been highly amusing had it not been so sad, and which Jane bore with the utmost submission. The subject which started her this evening was the accidental mention of Mr. Ewell's name. “Where is Mr. Ewell, Jane?” demanded the old lady. “I don’t know, mother.” “You have no business to let him stay

away so long. He will get up to mischief. Young men are not to be trusted. If he were like your dear father ” “What right have I, mother, to question the comings and goings of Mr. Ewell, or anybody else? He has rich relations,; perhaps he is staying with them. You know he often goes to his cousin, Sir Robert Ewell, of Lambscote.” “I don’t believe it, Jane! He has left the cottage because you put clean sheets on his bed.” “My dear mother!’’ “It is the truth; I saw you do it. The best linen sheets, too. W1 , is Mr. Ewell to have linen sheets and Mr. Cobble only cotton?” The girl laughed, though uneasily. “I thought the best sheets should go । with the best floor. However, I will equalize my favors in future.” “And you darn his socks, too,” continued Mrs. Warner, in a tone of injury, pointing to her daughter’s work-basket; “and Miss Prosser says she would be only too thankful to be helped with her needle-work.” “I never undertook to help Miss Prosser,” interrupted Jane, proudly. At that moment the postman’s knock sounded on the door, and, hurrying through the hall, Jane received a letter addressed to herself, and hid it in the pocket of her apron before she returned to the dining-room. There was no need. Mrs. Warner's temporary fit of natural curiosity had already evaporated, and she was busily employed dusting the shells and stuffed birds and talking to the portrait of 'nor husband as if it had been a sentient thing; so Jane found no difficulty in escaping once more to the garden, and there devoured the contents of her letter. It did not take long to read, but it contained startling intelligence. “My Dearest Jane: I have been so full of business the last week I have had no time to write to you; but I shall bo home to-morrow or next day, if only for an hour. I have unexpected news for you. My cousin, Sir Robert, and his boy were carried off by diphtheria, within a few hours of each other, last week. This event, as you will guess, brings the title and estates to me; but I beg you will not mention the circumstance in the house until 1 have seen you. “I remain, yours lovingly, W. E." “P. S. —By the way, if that bjute Knowles comes bothering about his mH again, refer him to Mr. Parfitt, 33 Commentary Inn. And send me a couple of clean shirts and etceteras to the Albany Hotel in a cab, as soon as ever you receive this, there's a dear girl." Jane read this epistle more than < neo before she fully comprehended the astounding fact it conveyed to her. and the difference that fact made in the fortunes of Wilfrid Ewell. “A baronet!” sho kept on repeating wonderingly to herself, whilst the night moths flew about her, and the dark rapidly blurred the characters she had been perusing. “A baronet! —Sir Wilfrid Ewell!—and to live at that lovely place. Lambscote, of which he has told me so much! and to have all Sir Robert's carriages and horses and hot-hou? s! Oh, it seems too good to be true! I cannot believe it!" And then her thoughts turned with womanly compassion and tenderness to the dead man, whom she had never seen, and his young widow. “Poor Sir Robert!” she whispered softly, whilst the tears rose to her eyes. “How sad for Lady Ewell to lose him and her little boy both in one day! How miserable she must be! I wonder Will says so little of them both. He has such a kind heart, surely he must feel his cousin's sudden death. Perhaps he feels it so much he has not the courage to put his feelings into words. How 1 wish it was in my power to do anything to comfort Lady Ewell now.” But here Jane's mind, always practical, remembered her correspondent's request for clean shirts, and she went up stairs and packed the articles, and carried them herself to the nearest cab-stand, last the servant should decipher the new address, and talk about it. And, as she walked back in the dark, there was a new light (which might almost have been deemed triumphant) in her eyes, as she kept on repeating to herself: “S : r Wilfrid Ewell, of Lambscote! Sir Wilfrid and Lady Ewell, of Lambscote! Oh, it is impossible! It cannot be true. It will be days and days before I am able to believe it.” CHAPTER IT. Th? advent of these unexpected bon us seemed almost as incredible to the recipient of them as to Jane AVarner, and when the news was suddenly conveyed to I him that a few short hours h id quenched I the lives of both the young baronet md his son, and bestowed on himself a tiile. lands, and money, ho turned sick :.ml faint with the shock. He was only 22. though rather old and blase for his age, as voting men left to their own devices in London arc apt to be; and with one turn of her wheel fickle goddess bad transformed him to an independent man. It was enough to turn a stranger head than Wilfrid Ewell's. The morning following bis letter to Jane AVarner, he walked by appointment into the office of the solicitor, Mr. Parfitt, and was received by that gentleman with open arms. “My dear Sir AVilfrid, charmed to see you! So sorry I was out when you called yesterday. Come about making some arrangement with regard to Lambscote, I conclude? Ah! yes. Quite right. Ha l a letter from the widow this morning -poor young creature! Very sad. of course; but these things are to be expected -eh, Sir Wilfrid?” “Well, I didn’t expect it, Mr. Parfitt. Poor Bob was always so healthy and well, you know. I am sure, the last time I was staying at Lambscote he reminded mo more of Harry the Eighth than of any one else.” “Ah! corpulent—rosy—full habit—determination of blood to the head. A constitution very much to be avoided, Sir AA’ilfrid. I am glad to observe that you don't

take after the late baronet in that particular.” “No; I have always been spare enough, if that is any indication of health. But with respect to Lambscote, Mr. Parfitt?” “Ah! with respect to Lambscote, Sir AVilfrid. You want to know how soon you can take possession? A'ery natural. But I have thought it was hardly time to moot the question to Lady Ewell. The poor creature is naturally cut up about this affair, and being so soon after the funerals ” “I should have thought the sooner she left the place, the sooner she’d forget it,” replied Sir AVilfrid, flicking the dust from his mourning trousers with his ebony cane. “And —and there are others to consult besides myself in the matter.” “Ah! your mother, no doubt, Sir AA’ilfrid, and your sisters. Five of them, are there not? You see, I was a friend of your late father for years, and know all about the family. Pity he did not live to see this day! I am sure you will agree with me in that. And directly I heard you had come into the title, I knew your first thought would be for your mother and sisters. They will help to till the Hall nicely, Sir AVilfrid, and take all the trouble of it off your hands.” At this suggestion the new baronet looked uneasy, and shifted his feet. “Yes, yes,” he stammered; “of course I shall hope to sec my family very often at Lambscote, as visitors, you understand, Mr. Parfitt—visitors. But a man does not want to live with his mother and sisters forever, and —and ” The eld man looked at tiuTtrT rt t ir <i juau. R slyly. “I do understood, Sir AVilfrid, perfectlyperfectly; and a very right resolution, . too. You are of an ago to do, sir, as yon think of doing, and the inheritance of such a titled fortune as yours brings the responsibility of marriage with it. Poor Sir Robert thought so, and you must think the same. You must not let the name become extinct. Sir AVilfrid, and there is no one to take it after yourself, unless you leave sons behind you. It becomes a duty, sir—a duty. And if you will let me further advise you, being so much your elder and your late father's friend, I should say, don't be afraid of looking too high. There is many a lord's daughter who would be proud and happy to become the mistress of Lambscote. ami you h ive a title tit to rank with the best in hind." “Yes, Air. Parfitt: but there is in ob-ta-cle in the way, and that is, that 1 am already married.” The solicitor bounced in bis chair Eke an India-rubber ball, with surprise. "Married! Sir AA'ilfrid! married! Bless my heart and soul! You have positively taken away my breath with surprise,” “You may well say so. It tak r- away my own sometimes only to think of it ” “But when did it happen, Sir AViJ frid ?" “Two years ngo." “And none of your family are aware of it ?" "Not one. I was afraid to toll my father, who held very, rigid opinions on such matters, and would eer>.iinly have withdrawn the small assistance he rendered me, had he hoard of it. And since his death, where was the use of disclosing it? 1 had not the means to introduce my wife into society, and we were perfectly happy as we were. Now, however, cireumstames render it impel alive that 1 should acknowledge her. and make our marriage perfect. She is, of coifse. Lady Ewell, and must take her place in the world according to her rank." (To be continued.) ATCHISON GLOBE SIGHTS, AVe hear a great deal alxmt philosophers. It is our opinion that there never was one. Two men cannot bo friends very long who entertain opposite opinions about a base-ball club. AAhnt has become of the old-fash-ioned AVhnt Not, formerly the most prominent piece of parlor furniture? People who are young, and fat. and prosperous, wonder why the old and unfortunate are not more patient. AVeTI bet that we can spend a week in a kitchen, and cook better than half the women who lure out as cooks. Every man is secretly proud if his beard is stiff, and hard to cut; he believes a stiff beard means more of a man. The most pitiful ease of slavery in the world is where an old bachelor marries a widow with a lot of grown children. Lying is expected in a politician as much as in a circus man. a hunter, or a fisherman, and nobody pays any more attention to it. A woman who has the courage to go to a dentist, and have four teeth pulled, should have the courage to get rid of undesirable visitors. A policeman is about the only man whose advice is always taken: if a man does not take a policeman's ad vice, he is locked up. No man is so worthless that lie is I not an effective gossip: people will not take his note, but they take his word for a scandalous story. 'Pherc is a good deal to be said in favor of the man who goes fishing: it is so much better to fish than it is to loaf around busy friends. AATum a man commits a great crime', there is a good deal of sympathy for him. but let him commit a little folly, and how the people give it to him! Our idea of good luck is to have country people think so much of you that they come in for you on Sunday, take you out to Sunday dinner, and bring you back again. Dry goods deserves the credit for much of the attractiveness of women. A blue sash properly used is as effective as blue eyes, and a white dress is prettier than pearly teeth. Old people are often fretful and seemingly unreasonable because they arc sick. The young should remember this. After a man is sixty years old, he is simply a lot of decaying matter waiting for burial. Kansas products will bring more money this year than ever before in the history of the state. Last year Jewell county, Kansas, raised more corn than any other county in the world: eleven million bushels. This year it wil raise twelve million bushels, thus breaking the world's record twice in succession.

DEATH OF MR. DANA. PASSES AWAY IN HIS LONG ISLAND HOME. The New York Journalist, After a Long Battle for Life, Succumbs to Exhaustion—Nova Scotia Town in Ruins — The Triton Disaster. Sun Editor No More. Charles A. Dana, editor of the New York Sun, died at his heme in Gleucove, Long Island, at 1:20 o’clock Sunday afternoon. Death had been expected for several hours, and his family and physicians were at his bedside when the end came. His condition had been such for several months that the members of his family had kept themselves in constant readiness to go to his bedside at any moment. Saturday morning he had a rentpse, and it was apparent that recovery was impossible. Several times, however, ho rallied, but toward night began to sink. During the night there were feeble, rallies, but they did not last long. In the' naming it was seen that the end was but a few hours off, and his attendants rei*uuned almost constantly nt his bedside. k ’he cause of Mr. Ilana’s death was cirrhosis of the liver. June 1) he was at Jiis office apparently strong and healthy. Yhe next day lie was taken ill. and he Swer afterward visited New York. He Jas 78 years old. *ll is generally stated in newspaper cirijes that Mr. Dana had nothing to do with 4k’ editorship of the Sun for the last six rebirths and had not had any financial inJ're.st in the paper for some time. Theodore E. Hitchcock, a AA’all street banker, i 3 report cd to be the controlling owner and the publisher of the paper. Mr. Lahn is supposed to be the next in ownership. St is thus not believed that Mr. Dann's dix'ith will have any marked change on (lie policy of the paper for a time nt least, though it is expected that a good deal of 1

( HARLES A. DANA.

interesting information will conic to the surface ns to just what Mr. Dana s relations with the paper were during the last* few years of his life. SALISBURY TO RETIRE. British Premier A nx ioiiH to Relinquish the Cares of Office. The London Daily Chronicle announces that in view of Ix>rd Salisbury's des.re to resign the premiership an early reconstruction of the cabinet is probable. According to the Daily Chronicle no serious difference of opinion exists among the ministers on matters of policy, but W" M LORD SAJ.ISBCnr. 'Lord Salisbury finds his health unequal to ithe strain and burden of his two offices r f premier and foreign minister. So great *s his desire for rest, that on his recent visit to Beaulieu he did not even take his secretary. Moreover, the premier is much concerned about the health of the mr.rehioncss of Salisbury, which is far from good. GREAT MASSACRE IN CHINA. Rebels Sack the City of Kuang Yang and Kill and Wound 1,000. The’ city of Kuang Yang, in Hunan province, has been captured and its inhabitants massacred by a band of rebels forming part, of a rebel army which is devastating Hunan ami Kuang provinces, in southern China. Aug. 27 the bandits scaled the walls of Kuang Yang with the intention of capturing the provincial prison and releasing three of their members there imprisoned. Oue band tore down the prison, setting free several hundred murderers, thieves ami imprisoned debtors. Another gang attacked the central part of the city, first murdering the magistrate who had sent the three bandits to prison. His entire family, numbering thir-ty-two, including servants, was killed. The entire night was spent in slaying ami plundering. All mandarins and every civil and military officer in the city were slain, l-’he number killed and injured exceeded

I,OCO. The insurgents numbered 15,000 men, half of them armed. Their avowed object is to destroy existing government in southern China. The government is greatly alarmed, but has no adequate means of suppressing the insurrection. FIVE THOUSAND DIE OF HUNGER Terrible Mortality at Las Palacios, Pinar del Rio Province. Five thousand concentrated people have died of hunger at Las Palacios, a town in Pinar del Rio province. Cuba, in seven months. Insurgent Brigadier Castillo has sacked the town of San Jose, in Havana province. The garrison made no resistance, but a strong Spanish force came to aid the town and a fierce combat in the outskirts ensued. The insurgents defeated the Spaniards, inflicting heavy losses. Col. Jose I^oieto Cepero, who was captured and kept in Cabanas prison for some time and is now fighting for Cuban liberty, attacked the Burgos battalion near Santa Clara, defeating the Spanish, who lost forty-eight killed and ninety-seven wounded. Col. Sanchez and four other officers were killed. Cepero afterward attacked a Spanish factory at Cienfuegos, taking all the merchandise needed. It is said at Havana that some volunteers have agreed to assassinate Sagasta, and that three men have sailed to Spain for that purpose, the cause being the recall of Gen. AYeyler., HOMES NOW IN RUINS. Five Thousand People of Windsor, N. 8., Lose Their All. Historic AA’indsor, one of the most beautiful towns in the province of Nova Scotia, was devastated by tiro Sunday morning. For six hours, beginning shortly before 3 a. m., the tiro, fanned by a violent northwest gale, raged so fiercely that the local fire department was absolutely helpless to co]H* with it and within half an hour after its discovery the Mayor began to call for outside assistance. Long before noon the town had been eaten up almost completely, the area cov- ‘ cred by the flames being nearly a mile

square and of the 40<> or more buildings occupying the section barely half a dozen escai>ed. During the past few years many handsome brick structures have been erected, but these were generally contiguous to old wooden buildings and ail went together before the furious tla mes. The origin of the fire is somewhat mysterious. A severe lightning storm passed over the town before the flames burst forth and some think the barn in which the fire started may have been struck by lightning, but many strongly suspect that the conflagration originated through the carelessness of some drunken man. When morning broke the site of Windsor was a scene of desolation, with hundreds of frantic, thinly clad and destitute men and women and children rushing back and forth through the smoky streets. ! Fortunately no lives were lost, although the streets were perilous with flying bricks and slabs which the fierce hurricane drove like thunderbolts from the roofs. No Nova Scotia town has ever been visited by a conflagration of such dimensions. Os the 3,500 people that inhabited the place few have homes of their own now. GO DOWN TO DEATH. I Fate of the Passengers on the 11lStarred Triton. The gunboat Maria Christina, which left Havana for the scene of the wreck of the coasting steamer Triton, bound from Havana to Bahia Honda, Pinar del Rio, which sank between Dominica and Mariel. returned, accompanied by the tugboat Susie, which went with her. The gunboat. had on board nineteen and the tugboat twenty-three of the members of the lost ship’s company. The Triton struck the rock during a heavy rainstorm. Iler cargo shifted, and fifteen minutes later she sank in 120 fathoms of water. A scene of terrible confusion and panic ensued as soon as the passengers realized the meaning of the crash. In a wild struggle they rushed for the boats. The first boat that was lowered capsized immediately, and ail of its occupants were drowned in the whirlingjwaters. The next was struck by an enormous wave ami turned over, drowning twenty, but the frail craft was righted again, and eight who had been thrown out regained. Four soldiers on planks whom the strong currents carried east of Havana, opposite Morro castle, were saved by a pilot boat going toward Cardenas. Many became food for sharks. Those who wore rescued tell heartrending stories of the scenes during the terrible quarter of an hour before the Triton sank. Just as the Triton was sinking Captain Ricardo, her commander, committed suicide by shooting himself with his revolver. It is impossible to give the exact number of those who were lost, but it is estimated that they were no fewer than 150.

WORLD’S YIELD OF GRAIN. Deficiency in the Wheat Crop Will Be 50,000,0 JO Bushels. Following is an abstract of the monthly report of the Agricultural Department on the European crop situation, summarizing the reports of European correspondents to Statistician Hyde: Recent information, while it may in some cases modify the crop estimates for particular countries, does not essentially change the situation as regards the deficiency in the principal cereal crops of Europe. The outlook for wheat in the Australasian colonies continues good, but the prospects in Argentina are somewhat less bright, owing to drouth and frosts. Accounts from India are quite favorable, both as to the Kharif cropsmarvested, or to be harvested this fall, and as to the seeding of the Rabi crop, to be harvested next spring, which latter includes the wheat crop. The annual estimate of the world’s wheat and rye crop issued by the Hungarian ministry of agriculture gives the following revised results for 1897, compared with 1896: Wheat production, importing countries, 800,771,900 bushels for 1597, 886,639,000 for 1896; exporting countries. 1897, 1,341,806,000; 1896, 1,452,902,000; total wheat production of both importing and exporting countries in 1807; 2,142,577,000; in 1896, 2,339,541,000; net deficit in 1597, 202,895,000; 1896, 130,534,000. The world's rye crop is put down by the same authority as follows: 1897, 1,163,457,000 bushels; 1896, 1,203,185,000 bushels. Against the net deficit of approximately 203,000,000 bushels of .. heat estimated by the ministry, they estimate that there is a residue of from 145,000,000 to 170,000,000 bushels out of former crops, leaving in round numbers from 58,000,000 down to 33,000,000 bushels as the quantity by which it would be necessary to curtail consumption if these estimates should prove to be correct. It is of course quite likely that under the influence of high prices consumption will be curtailed by more than this amount and that existing stocks will not be reduced to near the point of complete exhaustion. Extremely pessimistic reports as to the extent of the crop failure in Europe have been circulated, lr.it the liberal quantities coining forward for shipment have led dealers to receive such reports with Incredulity. It is probable, however, that much of the Russian grain going to western European markets is out of the more liberal harvests of former years, and there is evidence tending to show that the crop of 1597 is at any rate considerably below the average. The markets of Europe will apparently b • inadequately supplied with good clear barley suitable Du-malting purposes, complaints on this score being common among growers in large parts of Germany, Aus-tria-Hungary and other countries, including tiie province of Ontario, in Canada, in which such barley is usually an imports t product. 3 ho European potato crop is apparently a short one, and the fruit crop is also deficient. Consul Eugene Germain of Zurich. Switzerland, after an investigation of the European fruit prospect, expresses the opinion that there will be a good market for ? nerican apples and dried fruits this season if growers will be careful to put np- elu.ive stock only. ll<- says: “Nothing smaller than eighties in French prunes will pay to ship to Europe. and all other dried fruit must be uniform in size and attractively packed.” LONDON'S NEV/ MAYOR. Something About the Successor of Sir George Fandcl Phillips. Horatio David Davies, the new lord Mayor of London, was born in that city in 1842. He is a son of H. D. Davies of the ward of Bishopsgate, city of London, and was educated at Dulwich College. He has served as lieutenant colonel of the Third Middlesex artillery volunteers, was - HORATIO DAVID DAVIS. sheriff of London and Middlesex in 1887 and was an alderman, representing Bishopsgate in 1889. Mr. Davies is a justice of the peace for the county of Kent. He unsuccessfully contested Rochester in 1889, was returned for the same borough in 1892, but was unsealed on petition. At the last general election Mr. Davies defeated R. 11. Cox. liberal, by 583 voles.. He began lite as anij reloads °k J, ... There will be at least seventy-five batsmen in the .300 class. Delehanty fell off amazingly in his batting the latter part of the season. St. Louis succeeded in finishing just about 25 games lower than any other club. Indoor baseball will flourish again in Chicago this winter. Dahlen, I’feffer, I.ong, Griffith, Barker and Ryan are a few of the stars at this work. Milwaukee has had a very profitable season. It is said the profits were $25,000—a good tribute to the excellent management of "Connie" Mack. McGraw and Collins are undoubtedly the finest third basemen in the business when it comes down to a question of fielding bunts, says the Baltimore Herald. Young Callahau of Chicago has ripened into one of the finest all-round players in the country. In fact, it may well be doubted if he has an equal on the diamond tn playing all nine positions. Frank Donohue’s victory in the last St. Louis game was worth S3OO to him. Chris Von der Ahe held out that sort of reward to him. Every Brown played ball to save the sorrel-topped twirler, and save him they did.