Bloomington Telephone, Volume 14, Number 37, Bloomington, Monroe County, 8 November 1889 — Page 3

Bloomington Telephone BLOOMINGTON. INDIANA.

WALTER a BRADFUTE, - - Pubu

The registered State mlitiaofthe United States is 99,201 The number of men available for military duty in case of war is 8,331,227.

A California burdened with the name of Hogshead wi shes to change it. . He says while he remains a hogshead he is in danger of becoming a butt as well. C. D. Dull, of McVeytown, Pa., has made a fortune out of a sand bank. He is tKe owner of the sand deposit from which the plate-glass manufacturers of Pittsburg draw their supplies. George Francis Train, who says he can lire on ten cents a day and be happy, says that America is the only country on the face of the earth that is ashamed to practice economy. Sebastopol enjoys the proud and unique distinction in Russia of not having a single pauper or mendicant within its walls. Moscow, on the other hand, has no less than 42,000 on its books. The fires used in blowing Venetian glass are made of wood, coal being useless on account of its generating too much smoke and gas, which prevent the delicate ornaments used in decorating the various objects from adhering. The wife of the late 3. S. Cox was his inseparable companion; she shared all his plans and made his life her own. Mr. and Mrs. Cox were not only a devoted couple, but she was like a partner to him in his business, sharing his confidence in everything, Mr. Cox has

left the manuscript of an unfinished book which he intended to be his life work. He wrote the most of it at his desk in Congress, where the scene is laid. 0 The coinage of gold dollars at the Philadelphia mint is limited to 5,000 a

j vait wiu vucj yu m duq jAfiKraooivu of the Treasury to make exact change in paying depositors of gold bullion. Application is being constantly made to the Superintendent of the mint for different amounts of this coin for the purpose of converting them into charms or other articles of personal adornment. But the Superintendent invariably declines to fill such orders.

An English physician has proved that '"left-leggedness" is consequent upon right-hrndedness. Standing working with the right hand there is a tendency to use the left leg for balance, and as the left leg is. the stronger it is more readily brought into action. Hence, troops start with the left foot and place the left foot into the stirrup or step of the bicycle in mounting. The majority of movements are therefore performed more readily to the right. The Bishop of North Dakota is having a ear built in which to make his episcopal visitations. Spare beds and (accommodations for strangers are so scarce in his district that he finds it necessary thus to imitate the actors, and find himself in bed and shelter. The Bishop's-traveling car is to be a chapel on wheels as well as an itinerant house, and he expects not only to hold services in it, but to have it the social meeting place of the more scattered members of his flock.

A leading musician and composer of New York, who has just returned from a trip to Europe, where he associated much with musicians, says there has been a great change of opinion among them in regard to musical culture in this country. Formerly our efforts were sneered at ; now the best musicians of Europe admit that we have made great progress in musical culture. This New York musician says American orchestral music is now the best in the world, and that this country is getting to be the paradise of musicians. Gotts chalk, the most gifted American pianist, was born in New Orleans in 1829. His father was an Englishman, hxa mother a Creole of noble decent. He played on the piano when three years old, at seven he played the organ, gave concerts at thirteen, studied in Paris at fourteen, where he made a successful debut at sixteen. From 'that time Ins career was one of unalloyed brilliancy. He spoke all the modern languages, composed beautiful mrsic, played with a graoe and dash rarely equaled, and was, withal, a polished gentleman, and not a musical madman. Bet. Joseph Cook has bought an acre of land at the summit of Mount Defiance, Ticonderoga. The place includes the site marked by the old drillholes where Burgoyne's block-house stood, from which he drove out General St. Clair from Fort Ticonderoga. Mr. Cook calls the spot the "Memorial Acre," as it is his intention to have a memorial tablet erected there as a monument commemorating the soldiers ol Ticonderoga who died in the civil J -1 T71 Al It m

war, sua aiso xtnan Alien an owners, j Mr. Cook hones that some dav there !

y may be a memorial park at the top of the mountain.

being carried into the Arctic by whalers. Great complaint is made at Cape Barrow, Point Hope and other stations in the far North, because of the increasing demoralization of the Indians through drink. When the Alaskan native once gets a taste of liquor, the craving never leaves him. Many of them distil a horrible drink out of molasses, rice and flour when they can not buy liquor from the whalers. The only way to check the evil is to search the whalers before they enter Behring Sea and onfisccate all liquors. A few weeks ago Prince Bismarck entered an ordinary inn in the neighborhood of his estate of Friedrichsruhe, and purchased a glass of cognac from the bartender. In addition to the liquor, he ordered the waiter to bring him some of the well-known black bread which is such a favorite in Northern Prussia. As soon as he left the room, where the by-standers had watched him in awe-stricken silence, a citizen of Hamburg, who happened to be among the number, rushed to the owner and purchased the cognac glass, the plai e, and the crusts of bread which remained for five marks. These relics will be placed in the family cabinet. An officer of the United States navy who knows something of the inside of things is reported as saying: "If the Germans had been prepared for war when the Samoan difficulty arose between the United States wd them, they would have declared war against us rather than make any concessions. It was merely their unprepared state, with their navy not yet built, and lines of merchant shipping of great value exposed to our cruisers that caused them to make the concessions which have been made by this treaty." Germany could not have been much less prepared for a naval war than we were, but perhaps she knew her own weakness hetthan she did ours. Meanwhile, as Germany is likely to be better prepared for the next controversy, we had better be also.

The establishment of trading posts on the Congo river in Africa, has wrought notable changes in that land of surprises. Heretofore all the ivory got iu the interior used to be -transported to Zanzibar on the backs of slaves, but now the ivorv is seat down the Congo river to Banana at the influx of the river into the South Atlautic ocean, whence it is transferred bv steamer to Europe. Three years ago there was not a single white trader on the Upper Congo, but to-day. Belgian, Dutch and French trading companies have established themselves from Stanley Pools to Stanley Falls. Ten years ago there was not a steamer on the Congo river, now there are twenty, and in 1879, when Stanley visited Boma, the capital of the Congo state, there were only sixteen white men there as against 800 at the preeent time.

At the recent celebration at Hartford iu honor of Mrs. Stowe, the following characteristic story was related by Mrs, Mary A. Liverniore: "My husband," she said, "was pastor of a small country parish before the war. We hadn't any more money than we could use. I had heard of a paper published in Washington called The National Era. The subscription price was $2.50 and we hadn't the money for it. My husbactd went away for three weeks. While he was gone I made4 him a pair of pantaloons. I had never made a pair and I had never made a button-hole. When my husband came home I told him they had come and cost $2.50, and that I had paid for them. He put them on and pronounced them excellent, and it wasn't until he had worn them a week and they had been in the pujpit, chat 1 told him the secret. That's how I got the National Era. I don't know whether I ought to have taken this audience into my confidence or not. I've never told this story to any one before, and I don't want any of you to repeat it,"

SUNDAY SUNSIUKK.

The Government will soon have to

tke measure to prevent liquor from

Pleased and tirnteful. Mr. Albert Boss, the gentleman of legal and literary bent upon whose shoulders rests the responsibility of giving to the world that argument in narrative form, entitled "Thou Shalt Not," is the father, not only of books, but of children. One of these little ones, a miss of almost as much originality as her sire, was being catechised the other day by the author of her existence. With a degree of sapience such as one might expect from such a man, Mr. Boss asked his daughter whether she was favorably or uulavorably impressed by things mundane, and whether, on the whole, she was glad she had been brought into the world. "Yes, papa," the replied; "I am glad," and then recollecting something of her training in politeness, she added: "And I am very much obliged to you for the invitation." Town Topics! Take a Herring for Your Cold.

I was traveling with a circus once in j

England and got laid up with a cough, cold and sore throat that I thought wus going to lay me on the shelf for the rent of the season, but a French sailor came along and cured me, says a Pittsburgh. He took a raw herring, split it, wrapped it in a cloth, saturated the whole thing with coal oil, tied it about my throat &nd neck. I was well in two day;. When I came here I told about the remedv to a German matron in whose famiiv I boarded "Why," said she, "it's an old German family remedy, and has been used by my iamily ever since f can remember. Its infallible."

The Sory of it Ortnln Letter Which Cume From Tom. I like to stand around the general delivery window at the nostohieo and watch the laces of men and women who receive or are disappointed and turn away to betray anxiety, regret and despondency. The owner of a box or drawer conies

I briskly in, turns his key with a snap

and grab and pockets his letters as so much merchandise. It is Impress with him. He has written to A, B, C and D on such a matter, and expects replies beginning with "Dear Sir," aud suding with "Yours truly." But it is different at the general delivery windows. Letters come for the poor who can not afforJ special conveniences for the very, very lowly for sailors, mechanics, teamsters, seamstresses, washerwoman, strangers and all those who go to make up seven-tenths of a city's population. Four out of every five who approach the windows do so with faster beating hearts. A letter is hoped for from far-off liussia, from the hills of Italy, the Alps of Switzerland, the sun-kissed plains of Spain or France, from mother England or old Ireland, from who can guess where? Has it arrived? Does it contain good or bad news? Is father, mother, brother or sister dead? I always rejoice with those whose faces light up as a letter is handed out, and I ahvays sympathize with those who are turned away empty-handed. One day in the months agone an old woman a poor, lame and gray-haired woman, whose vocation I never asked came up to me in the corridor in a halfafraid manner and asked: "Would you mind, now, about asking if there is a letter for Mrs, Ann Taylor?" I inquired but there was none, and all the mother in a mother's heart welled up into her throat as she whispered : "Dear, dear, but I am so very sorry! Shall I never hear from him again?" And that same day week I met her there agaui. Yon would have said we would not recognize each other again, but we did. She came over to me with anxiety in her face and suid: "Would vou take the same trouble for me again to-day? I dreamed last night that I got a letter from him." "Nothing for Ani Taylor." was the reply of the clerk, and when I repeated the message she claq.ed her wrinkled hands and gasped : "Mav the Lord be merciful, but I fear he is dead !" And so weeks went on, and at least once each week I met the poor old body in the corridor, and inquired at the window if there was a letter. None ever caine, nor did I ever question her, but one day, as her old heart overflowed and tears came to her eyes, she

wal ked with me out of the throng and said: "He ran away from me two years ago, my my boy Tom. I'm a widow and he was my youngest, and only one left to me. He wasn't a bad boy, but he got with a wild lot, forgot the prayers of his old mother and one day ra:a off." "And you have not heard from him since?" "Nevei;a word, God help me! I'm fearing he's he's dead !" I comforted her as well as I could but she went away sobbing. That night I dreamed of being on an island in mid-ocean, and of walking down to the beach and seeing a corpse lying there. It was that of a boy of 15, lying on his back, and his blue eves wide open and staring at the blue heavens above. As I looked at him, his lips moved and I caught the word, "Mother!" Then, still in my dream, I hurried away and journeyed for days and davs until I found the old woman who was ever and ever hoping for a letter. I took her back with me to view the body of the drowned boy, but it had disappeared, and her wails of anguish broke my slumber. Two days later I entered the postoffice to find my poor old woman waiting for me. A letter was handed out before I could say a word, and as I placed it into the mother's hands I knew it was from her boy. She was too excited to read it, and too impatient to wait a minute, and so I read it for her. It was from Tom and mailed from a town in Texas, and carefully folded inside was a postoffice money order for $50. He wrote that he was well and doing well, and should hereafter write regularly. He expressed his contrition, asked forgiveness, and wrote like a boy who had made up his mind to do right in all things. And as I read a little crowd gathered around to listen, seeming to realize how it all was, and as I finished the glad teais of the mother reflected their moisture, and the general sentiment was aptly expressed by a messenger bov who said : "Say! let me out o' here afore my sand gives way !" Since that letter came I have not once seen Tom's old mother, but I know she is weeping tears of joy, if any at all, and that her prayers to God have a tone of rejoicing. May her fond old heart the heart of a true mother never have to grieve again for her last born. New York Sun.

Point of Observation. u Veteran" wants to know the reason for the rule in the Pension Bureau requiring the evidence of two private soldiers or one commissioned officer to establish the cause of disability of a soldier. Oh, that's because in a battle there, were seldom more than enongh large trees of sufficient girth to conceal the entire person to go around the officers, so the private soldier, fighting without protection, was apt to become unduly excited, and constantly confused, while the captain from his hiding place could look out now and then and calmly survey the field and see just what was going on. The evidence of two soldiers, who are sometimes called men to distinguish them from officers, is equal to that of one captain; two captains to that of one colonel, who stayed farther back, out of the smoke; two colonels to that of a brigadier, who was behind the next hill in the rear; two brigadiers to that of a major general commanding division, whose headquarters wore vx a farm

house in th9 atfjoijnng county, aid t'ro major generals to ona corps commander's who was in Washington. It's a silly rule, anyhow, it seems to a stupid man. If the evidence of one soldier is utterly useless, and the evidenco of another soldier is utterly useless, for the soul of me I can't see how they become sufficiently valuable to establish a pension claim when you put them together. However, there are heaps of things about a Pension Bureau that nobody save the Commissioner can understand. Burdette, in Brooklyn Eagle. "Sunset" Cox's Mysterious Visitor. There is a good story relating to the late Samuel Sullivan Cox, which will perhaps bear repeating at this time, One day, years ago, just alter an election which had gone against him, he was seated in his study, when a piece of pasteboard, embellished by a rudely written name was handed in. Notwithstanding the forbidding aspect of the card, its gaunt and uncouth six-foot bearer was admitted, and without preliminary formality, lifted up a heavy voice to this effect : "Your name is Cox?" "I have the honor." 8. S. Cox?" "The same." "Sometimes called Sunset Cox?" "That is a sobriquet by which I am known among my most' familiar friends.'9 "You f oi merly resided in Columbus, Ohio. "That happiness was once mine." "Represented that district in Congress?" "I enjoyed that distinguished honor, and I may add at a somewhat early

age.

"After a while they gerymandered the district so as to make it rather warm for an aspiring Democrat ?" "You have evidently red the history of your country to good purpose, my friend." "Then vou moved to New York. j where you stood abetter show?" "Well, my friend, your premise is correct. I did move to New York. But your conclusion is hardly admissible in the form of a necessgry sequence. My reason for moving to New York were not wholly political." "We won't discuss that. After unsuccessfully trying the state-at-large you availed yourself of the opportunity afforded bv the death of the Hon. James Brooks to move into his district?' "I moved into the district formerly represented by the gentleman you name, but again I must dissent from vour conclusions." "Let that pass. You were elected to C-ngreis from Mr. Brook's farmer district?" "I was. But let me remark, my friend, that at this moment mv time is very mm h occupied. Your resume of my biography, faulty as some of your deductions are in point of logic, is deeply interesting to me, and at a time of greater freedom from pressing engagements I would be glad to canvass the subject with you at length. But just now being unusually busy, even for me, I must request you to state the state the precise object of your visit, and let me add that I shall be glad to derve vou." "I have no favoi U ask. I am an admirer yours. I always vote for you, and alwavs want to do so if I can. I called this morning merely to inquire if you had selected your next district. Chicago Mail.

What a Pretty Woman is Tired Of. I am tired of the woman who cultivates her brains ai. the expense of her heart. Tired of mew who don't take care of women. Of clothes made by a machine that rip when you pull the stiiug. Of men who climb over you between the acts, tear your gown, make you cross and knock over the bonnet of the woman in front of you. Of children who are dressed :in silk and lace rather than in flannel and who wear more jewelry than they do good manners. Of mothers who think children a nuisance. Of hearing Providence blamed for one's own mistake. Of the continued claim that women are not paid as well as men when they do as good work. Of sewing on shoe buttons and sharpening lead-pencils. I am tired of almost everything except the American girl, good-looking men, chocolate, hot cakes for breakfast, broad-nibbed quills and a big saeet of paper to Yrite on, fox terriers and babies. Given a nice, sweet, plainlydressed babv, from the cannibal to au angel in Heaven there is a keen appreciation of it. It has all the virtues of sweets and fox terriers and its possibilities are greater. And yet so wicked is the world, shame upon it, the babies can be bought cheaper than either the dogs or the bon-bons. New York un. One-legged Members of Congress. Senator Berry lost his leg at Corinth; Senator Butler, of South Carolina, lost his' at Brandy Station, and over in the House there are three onelegged men, or were during the last Congress. Representative Henderson, of Iowa, is one of them, though you would never suspect it to see him moving about. He is a spry as a boy with his cork leg. Congressmen Brown and Boothman, of Ohio, used to say that they were both iu hard luck because they had lost a left leg. Jf one had lost a right they could make one pair of shoes do for both. Senator Hampton had hard luck, too. He fought like a tiger on the Confederate side and came out without a scratch, only to be thrown from a mule a few years after the war and have a leg so badly hurt that it had to be amputated. A mule! Wasn't that hard luck? The only onearmed men iu the last Congress, I believe, were General Hooker, of Mississippi, and Congressman Gates, of Alabama. They were both mighty brave men in battle, but I've heard they never shook hands but once, refusing to do so again because it is the hoodoo or leit-handed shake. likhmond Times. OCR sorrow is tho inverted image of our nobleness.

lhe Really Advanced Woman. ft was an impiomptu feminine symposium. Some of the ladies, young and not young, whose views entitled them co some position among the advanced of tne sex had been threading with the mind's eve those wide vistas which seemed to open up before the coming voman. One had declared that the coming woman would be a cosmic a universal woman. From the comments of another it appeared that the woman of the future would discourse casually upon the therrv of correlation of forces over her 4. eoifee and spend her leisure moments over the Differmential Calculus. A young Bostonian of a transcondential turn of mind felt that the millennial woman would be thoroughly versed in the early Aryan religions, literature and sciences, and would so have trauied her inner vision by the practice of the formulas of Christian Science and the fog of the Buddhist devotees. u.s to have attained to high and mystic spiritual clarity, A lady from the West received these last views, as well as those of a small person in glasses who timidly put forth the suggestion that the coming woman would doubtless have her opinions as to the absence of intermediate types here and there in the long chain of evolution, with a jorbidding silence. When her turn caiae it transpired that the cosmic woman would be she who could meet every man on his own ground with regard to the political outlook, the tariff and the lienor laws, and who would Lava converted his sex to the most fastidious purity of life through independence of ail matrimonial allurements except those coming from the wealthiest of his kind. "And what do you think, grandmamma?" asked one girl of a little old lady, with white hair under the finest of laces, who leaned upon a gold-headed cane like a fairy godmother. "I think the really advanced woman will be the woman who can hold her tongue." Sensation ! "Did you ever observe," calmly continued the old lady, "two men sitting content Uy side by side for two or three Lours atd not speaking thrice perhaps? Could aiy two women do that? That faculty is what gives men all their power, my dears, and makes clubs possible. Before the patriarchial system in the world's history there was a raatriarchial svstem. In the horrible rites of the Phallus the handsomest man, after being married to the-Queen, was put to death. Entomologists will tell you of analogous cases in the insect world, where the female is infinitely surerior to the male. The female spider does not talk much, you may be sure; she acts instead. 'The man of many words shall not prosper upon the earth saith the Scripture. I always Lave thought that the psalmist intended it to be the woman of many words w not talking of the shrewish woman's tongue now. We've heard enough of that since the davs of Solomon and Job. In fact, I don't at all doubt that the scolding woman has done some good in her long career. She's made philosophers of a good many men,' for one thing. For what can a man do who has a shrewish wife but take to philosophy or wife beating? And the latter is somewhat out of date. "No, the type of talking woman I speak of is such as is found in eastern harems .and the pizza of country hotels. You think the situations very unlike9 It does not strike me so. "The survival of the fittest? Yes. The fittest woman will be she who can become a member of a club; who will have no misunderstandings with Mrs. B. and r.o difficulties with her cook; and who can support with equanimity the sight: of Mrs. C. elected to management of tae church fair over her head." The Boston maiden softly aighecL New York Mercury. Tho Bible in Literature, It is safe to say that there is no other book which has had so great an intluence upon the literature of the world as the Bible. And it is almost as safe at least with no greater danger than that of starting an instructive discussion to say that there is no other literature which has felt this influence so deeply or shown it so clearly as the English. The cauito of this latter fact is not far to seek. It may be, as a discontented French critic says, that it is partly due to the inborn and incorrigible tendency of the Anglo-Saxon mind to drag religion and morality into everything. But certniuly this tendency certainly would never have taken such a distinctly biblical lorm had it not been :tor the beauty and vigor of our common Huglish version of the Scriptures. These qualities were felt by the people, nven before they were praised by the critics. Apart tVom all religious prepossession:?, men and women and children were fascinated by the native

power and grace of the book. The English iiible was popular, in the

broadest tense, long be ore it was recognized ts one of our noblest classics. It has colored the talk of the household B.nd the street, as well as modeled the language of scholars. It has been somethin i more than "a well of English unsettled; it has become a part of the spiritual atmosphere. We hear the echoes of its speech everywhere, and the music of its iamiliar phrases haunts nil the fields and groves of our fine literature. It is net only the theologians and the sermon makers that we look for biblical allusions and quotations. We often find the very best and most vivid of them in writers professedly secular. Poets like Shak.speare, Milton, and Wordsworth; novelists like Scott, and romancers like Hawthorne ; essayists like Bacon, Steele, and Addison; critics of lil'e, unsystematic philosophers, like Carlyle a id Kuskin all draw upon the Bible as u treasury of illustrations, and use it as a book equally familiar to themselves and to their readers. It is impossible to put too high a value upon eush a rniversal volume, even as a purely library possession. The Cen tury. Bridget Shall I l'avc the hall lamp hurnin mum ? JStawa No; I am pretty sure Mr. Jon-s won't be home till daylight. He kissed me three times before he left and gave me $20 ioi fii new spring bonnet.

COL. BLOTCHER'S BOOTS.

Th Part 'ihry lay i HI story. The importance of a single vote in m political election is shown in an inci dent in tho experience cf CoL Daniel Blotcher, of Scott County, Ind. In the locality in which he resides no man is better known or more highly esteemed than Col. Blotcher, and the story he tells to illustrate tho great consequences that may depend upon a s;n gle ballot, is as follows: Scott County was formerly very clow, politically, the result of an election frequently turning upon a few votes. In the old Whig and Democratic days, in an election for State and county officers and members of the Legislature, th Whigs and Democrats of Scott County had put forth unusual efforts, and as the day wore on, it was plain that the candidates of neither party had tj margin to rely upon. In the middle of the afternoon one of the local Dem cratic leaders asked Col. Blotcher, who was then young and active, if a m&n whom we will call James Smiley hsd voted? Col Blotcher replied that he had not, and that he did not believe that it would be possible to get him to the iolls. Said he, Smiley lives three miles away ; he is very poor, his clothes are threadbare, and, to my certain knowledge, he has neither boots no shoes. 1 do not believe he would be willing to conle to town barefooted unless some special inducement were held out to him." Money was very scarce in these days, but the local leader gave Col. Blotch ei a half-dollar, loaned. Blotcher his horset and told him to go as fast as possible tc Stniley's house, give him the half-doh lar and bring him to the polls without fail. So Col. Blotcher mounted the horse and struck ouu at a rapid gait for Smiley's shanty, three miles away. He found Smiley at home, but it required some persuasion betides the half-dollar to get his consent to go to the polls. His chief objection was that he had nc shoes to wear, but Blotcher told him to put on a pair of socks and et up, go with him and when they got near the town that he would lend him his boots to wear to the polls. This was done. Smiley drew on Col. Blotcher's boots, went to t he polls and voted the Democratic ticket, and then repaired to a saloon in the town, ard he proceeded tc "blow in the half-dollar and got roar-' ing drunk. Col. Blotcher waited quietly in a fence corner expecting Smiley's return every minute. But one hour and then another passed, until i! began to grow dark, and still the truant in borrowed boots did not return. At' last Blotcher started for the town, which was only a few hundred yards away, in search of Smiley, and found him cutting "rolling high," with a lot of convivial comrades around him in the saloon and full of booze and defiance. When Blotcher demanded his boots Smiley emphatically refused to take them off. and a hand to hand scuffle followed, iu which, with the assistance of two or three others, Blotcher succeeded in regaining possession of his boots, and getting into them imm ediately. Here the humorous pat of the story ends, but mark what follows: Smiley's one vote elected Sam Davis to the Legislature. Davis vote in th& Legislature elected Edward A. Hannegan to the United States Senate, aud Hannegan's vote passed the bill which annexed the great State of Texas to the Union. This is an interesting chapter of his tory, and Col. Blotcher often tells it, as illustrating the great importance that may result from a single vote. The State of Texas is an empire within itself, and its acquisition by the United States may be said to be dne to the party spirit that prompted Col Dan Blotcher to lend his boots to James Smiley on that memorable election day. An Involuntary Horse Thiet 3 After spending ever a month in the Camden county jail, on the charge of being a horse thief, Miss Anna Lydia Breckinridge of Birmingham, England, was yesterday released, and the story which she tells in connection with her imprisonment is very remarkable. On August 14, Miss Breckenridge, who was at that time boarding at Sea IsJe City with Marshall Ledell, came to this city with the latter's daughter. The girls arranged to spend two or three days away from home before leaving. They finally decided that they would take a drive through some of the little towns of Southern New Jersey, and with this object in view they went to Camden and hired a horse and buggy of Harris Davis, a livery stable keeper. Before going away the young girls neglected to tell Davis that they would be gone for two or three days, Miss Breckenridge saying that it would not be necessary, as in her country people often went off that way. The girls traveled from one place to another, visiting Bridgetown, Blue Anchor, Woodbine and other plrces. The horse they had was a very poor one, and at Woodbine he was taken

sick. Miss Breckenridge and Jdias Ledell left him there and took a train for Camden. When they got on the train Miss Breckenridge purchased a ; Camden newspaper and was horrified to find in it an article in which it was stated that a warrant had been issaed at the instance, of the liveryman for her arrest. She came to this citv undecided as to what she would do. Miss Ledell went home. Miss Breckenridge remained here over night, and on the next day went to Sea Isle City to see her friends about the matter. She had been there only a short time when she was arrested by Detective Patrick Gallagher, on the charge of horse stealing. Her friends tried in vain to secure her reletise. Finally the attention of Lawyers Jea$ and Taylor was brought to the case, and they went to Prosecutor Jenkins and demanded her release after hearing her story. She was giveu her liberty yesterday, sud now proposes to bring action against the liveryman for false arrest and imprisonment. She said that her intention was to go and tell Davis about the hoise when she reached Camden, but she was afraid to do so when she read the story aboat the war rant. Philadelphia TimeA size of a church or a bad smell can be estimated by the number ol "phewsl"