Bloomington Telephone, Volume 14, Number 40, Bloomington, Monroe County, 22 November 1889 — Page 2
KLEOXKICAT, EXKCUTION,
Thf7 placed the form of the mardevsr Upon tha electric rack, And fired I.7D0 volt a Juto his naked back. He quivered an awful moment. Then qnietly raised his homi. And asked thtit hia friends .ight take The corpus of the dead. But the cruel execntioner Again discharged the bolt At least a score or two of ohms 4 And full 3,00t volt a. "Now this is simply shocking," The murderer did say ; "Go get a rope and let mo die In the good old-fashioned way." -Ironton Beguter.
A MYSTERY. Ab Adventure on the Isthmus of Panama.
BY J. H. S KXCKE. On a bright and pheasant morning in the month of December, 1870, I set out with a guide an intelligent youth of Indian and Spanish blood, named Marco Segundo on one of the roads that lead from the City of Panama, to the inland country. We were on horseback, and for several miles we pursued our w ay through the beautiful and romantic country past the simple cane huts of the natives, and ruins overgrown with the luxuriant parasitic vines of the tropics; past orange and banana groves, and fields m which cattle were peacefully grazing; over grass-grown plains, and through forests so dense that not a ray of sunlight broke through the luxuriant growth. Surely, no country that I have ever visited contains such varied and picturesque scenery as does the Isthmus of Panama. About noon, when we were in one of the wildest parts of the mountains, we were startled by a sharp clap of thunder; and, glancing up, we saw a large, black cloud rapidly rising over the summit of a mountain away to the left of us. A storm will soon be upon us," said my guide. "They always come suddenly in the mountains." "Is there any place near, where we can find shelter, Marco?" I asked. "None, Senor, except an old house a quarter of a league ahead of us. No one has lived in for nearly thirty years, and it i9 somewhat dilapidated." As the guide finished speaking, there was a vivid flash of lightning, and the thunder that followed it seemed louder and still nearer than that which we had
first heard. Our horses reared and plunged, and it was with no little difficulty ttiat we managed to hold them. "Any place where we can find shelter from the storm, which promises to be a severe one, is better than remaining here in the forest," I said. For a short time we dashed along the road; then, spurring our horses up a steep bank, we came in sight of a large, two-story stone house, which was situated on a broad plateau and surrounded by a maze pf shrubbery. The door stood open, and leaving our horses in a shed near by, we entered and seated ourselves on a worm -eat e i bench near the door. But the storm, which had threatened us lingered in the valley and, turning to my guide, I asked : "Marco, do you know anything of the people who formerly lived here?" And lighting a cigarillo, he told the following story : "This house was buil'i about fifty years ago by Don Pedro Fernandez. He came from Spain, and brought a large family with him. But this country did not suit the children somehow, and one after another they drooped and died, till only the youngest a daughter that was born after he came here was left. The mother, it was rumored, went mad, and died mad at least, the servants supposed so; or he kept her confined in a small room up-stairs, which opened out of his room. For three years he kept her there, and no one, not even her daughter, was permitted to see her. Then she was thought out dead. "After the death of his wife, Don Pedro gave up the room he had formerly occupied, and his daughter took jwssession of it. "Four years later, when the Donna Costetza Don Pedro's daughter was 15 years old, he betrothed her to a rich young don who owned a cattle hacienda somewhere on the Pacific coast. The wedding was to take place in six weeks, when there came a stranger a traveler from another country whom they called Monsieur Le Vasseur. He was young, and as bold as he was handsome ; and when he saw the Donna Costeuza, he loved her. Knowing that she was betrother to another, he wooed her openly, and one day he went to her father and demanded her hand in marriage, saying that she loved him and him only. "Don Pedro ordered the young man from the house, and forbade him ever to enter it or to see his daughter again. The young man went quietly enough, tfnd for several days lie was not seen again at Don Pedro's house. One day, two weeks before the day set for the wedding, Don Pedro, who had been away for two or three days, came home unexpectedly, bringing a present for his daughter. He crept softly up-stairs and to his daughter's room, thinking to surprise her with the gift he had brought. "One of the servants, who happened to be passing, saw him listening at the door of tho inner room, and heard the sound of subdued voices within. He had shot the bolts that were on the outside of the door. "Half an hour later he came down, and, after paying the servants their dues, sent them ail awav. "That evenincr he was seen, in com-
1 and her lover, and got the two masons
to help him conceal their bodies; and that, after killing the masons, so thoy could not tell of his crime, he lied from the country." Before Marco hud finished speaking, a few large drops of rain fell rattling upon the leaves of the shrubbery about the door, and a tew minutes later the storm was raging furiously around the house. I never taw such lightnings the whole heavens seemed to be in a blaze; I never heard such thunder the mountains around us seemed as if being rent into thousand fragments, while the wind raved and roared tike a tornado, beating down and uprooting trees, and the rain came pouring down like a hundred foaming cataracts. For two hours the storm raged, and then the clouds suddenly broke away, aiid the rain drops on the fresh, green foliage sparkled in the sunshine, like myriads of diamonds. When the noise of the storm broke away Ave could hear the roar of a violent torrent under tho floor and almost beneath our feet. Marco went to a window on the opposite side of the room and looked out.
"The water has made a large gully lander this end of the house," he said, "The underpinning must give way soon. It is not safe to remain here any longer." The next instant there was a crunching, grinding sound, and we felt the lloor sinking beneath our feet. We dashed out the door and ran for our lives. But we had not gone twenty feet from the house, when we heard a loud crash behind us, and turned and looked back. One end of the house had fallen to the ground. We waited a few moments, to see if any more of the house was going to fall, and then went back to the ruins. Among the debris we found a human skeleton, and near it lay a roll of manuscript. The manuscript was yellow and moldy, and the writing was so faded that only the date on the first page aud a few of the last pages that had been written, which had escaped the mildew by being inside the roll, could be deciphered. The date was "Aug., 1840;" and the writing that which I could decipher ran as follows : I crept softly up the stairs. The door of my daughter's room was open. I entered; and as I did so, I saw that the door of the inner room was closed. It was a small room, with only
one window; that is heavily barred for I had kept my wife whom I permitted
no one to see, for fear she would tell that Bed Bamon, the robber captain, was my brother confixed here during her madness; and the door is heavy, with iron bolts. "I heard voice? in this room. Le Vasseur's voice, speaking in love and passion; my daughter's answering with equal passion. I advanced quietly to the door and noiselessly shot the bolts. Then I paused and listened. They were making plans for instant flight. "I felt my blood boil with rage. 'You will never leave this room again, dead or alive I thought "I went down stairs and sent the servants away. Then, putting the saddle and bridle on my horse myself, I rode to Bed Ramon's stronghold in the forrest. From there I went to the citv. There I found two masons whom I knew, and told them what I wanted done, offering them a large sum of money for their service. At first they seemed horrified, and loath to do it; but when I doubled the price they consented to come with me. In the evening we left the city, taking with us plaster and mortar and the necessary tools. "When we arrived at my house, I took the masons up to my daughters departments, and showed them the door of the inner room. " 'This is the door which I wish covered Isaid. 'See that it is well done, and that the bolts are in their places. I am tired, and will go to my room. You may go home as soon as you have finished; for as I have paid you in advance, there is no need of your seeing me again tonight. Bemember that you have sworn never to breath a word of this.' "I had told Bed Bamon to murder them while they were returning to the city; not because I was afraid they would tell what they hitd done I knew that their fear of being punished for complicity in the crime would keep them Irom that but because I feared that their hearts would be so wrung with pity for my victims, that, as soon as they thought me safe out of the country, they would return and release them. "The two masons were the only persons I bad told that I intended to entomb Le Vasseur and my daughter alive in tho room where I had kept my mad wife. I had merely told Bed Bamon that I bad to pav the masons a
large sum of money, and that I wanted
were lying, cold and dead, in the rood. Their dead faces, with rigid ieature and staring, expressible eyes, seemed to rise up before my vision and mock me. With a groan of horror and despair, I threw myself prone upon the floor, and, burying my face in my hand? tried to shut out the awful sight. 1
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was caugnt in my own imp. 'it was the last night in July when 1 was imprisoned here. It must le August now. I cannot have been here many days, but it seems ages. I shall perish miserably here, all alone. "I found pen, ink and paper in my daughter's writing-desk which she kept in this room, and have written this to help pass the dreary hours of my iinprisoment. "I am starving to death. My hand has grown so weak I can hold this pen no longer. My brain reels I think I am going mad. Don Peduo Fernandez." The last sheet fluttered from mvhand and fell at Marco's feet. With superstitious dread lie drew back, piously making the sign of the cross and muttering a short prayer. "The mystev of the old house on .the plateau i3 cleared up at last," I said. "Surely, facts are stranger than fiction."
An Old Vienna House. The old rhava.;." s:ic houses of Vienna are being p'Uhsd d wn one by me, and the traditions attaching to them are fading, and will b utterly
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Edwin Arnold and Stanley It is perhaps only just to Edwin Ar
nold, the author of "Tho Light oi Asia," to send vou in advance of hia arrival iu the United States a few particulars of the poet's life that deserve tc be better known, writes a London correspondent. Sir Edwin Arnold is not only the great authority on India and India's religion ; he has also been deeply interested in geographical science, and it was really owing to his support and efforts that Stauley was enabled to make his great journey across the Dark Continent and to discover the course of the Congo. After Stanley returned from his newspaper expedition in Africa, where ho had succeeded in discovering Livingstone, he was for a time a kind of a white elephant on tho newspaper proprietor's hands, and it seemed for a time that he would have to be sent to the city department for duty. While writing his book in London, however, he made the acquaintance of Edwin Arnold, then tho leading editorial writer of the Daily Telegraph. To him Stanley mentioned iiis poor prospects on the New York paper for which he had made his first journey, and expressed the hope of being able to pursue his explorations into Africa. The two men then discussed African problems, earnestly together, and the result was that Edwin Arnold spoke to Levi Lawson, proprietor of the Daily Telegraph, urging.him to take up Stanley and support him on another journey of African exploration, the aim of which was to follow the course of the Lualaba across the continent from the Indian Ocean to tho Atlantic. Levi Lawson was willing to enter into Mr. Arnold's plans for Stanley, but feared the expense would be too great. He therefore caused a telegram to be sent to New York, asking a newspaper proprietor there if he would share in the expense of such a journey of exploration. The answer was in the affirmative, and Stanley was enabled to make the greatest geographical discovery of the centurv. But it should be placed on record here that, onlv for the
initiative and earnest support of Edwin Arnold, Stanley would never have had the opportunity of tracing the Congo, and the interior of Africa would, in all probability, to-day be a blank space on on our map. New York Star. He Was au Old Genius. Prof. F. V. Havden was the founder ol the system which developed into the geographical survey of the United States. He was a man of great genius and a renouned scholar, but, according to the Pittsburg Dispatch, erratic and peculiar. It was not uncommon for strangers to follow him for several blocks, their attention arrested by his bowed figure as he almost ran for a few steps then suddenly stopped, witk his gray, sharp eyes fixed on the pavement then ran again as if a sudden thought had struck him, then they wonld inquire, "Who can that poor insane man be?" WhileProf. Hay den was exploring the land of the Sioux Indians some years ago, he once, in his enthusiastic passion for geographical research, wandered away f-:om his party; he-had loaded himself down with large specimens of mineral, and whiie tramping slowly along in his absent-minded way the Indians captured him. They whooped and yelled at their prize at first, but upon seeing the 'rocke and worthless stones" which the pool man was struggling uader, and his composed, abstracted manner, they decided that he was "afflicted with a foolish mind." They took him without protest on his part, which only confirmed their
fears: aud after a few hours captivity
them out of the way; and he was to take i the old scientist with "his rocks
the money as his reward for murdering
them. "I was, indeed, tired, for 1 had been riding nearly all day ; but, as the masons left the room to prepare the mortar, I could not resist the temptation to look in upon my victims and gloat over them. "I opened the door and looked in. The room appeared empty. As I took a few steps into the room and held the light above my head, my daughter and Le Vasseur, who had been crouching near the door, rushed out. "As I turned on my heel, the door was shut in my face, and I heard tho bolts shot into their sockets. Then I heard the voice of Le Vasseur saying: " 'Pardon me for shutting you in, Don Pedro; I am obliged to do so to keep you irom preventing me and Donna Costenza from escaping. The men who
pany with two masons, leaving the city, j were with you just now will release you
was
led to the nearest pcint of civilisation and "turned loose" lest the Great Spirit should punish them: for any "harm done the foolish oi simple-minded." He was daring, fearless and reckless in danger; a most distinguished and scientific man,, and much beloved by the voung men of his survey. His death
The next day the
masons were found in a grove half a league from the city. They had been murdered and robbed. Don Pedro and his daughter and Monsieur Le Vasseur were never seen nor heard from again." "And what do people think bewrne of them?" I asked. "Some think that Don Pedro became reconciled to his daughter and her foreign lover, and left the con ntry with them. Others think that Von
Pedro, after he had sent the servants
A Few Quotations. To illustrate the absurdity of substituting the word lady for woman in all instances, the following quotations arcr made to serve as the proverbial horrible example : Man that is born of a lady is of a few days aud full of trouble. A noble lady, nobly planned. Frailty, thy name is lady. Man's love is of man's life a thing apart; 'tis lady's whole existence. V. hen lovely lady stoops to folly. Believe a lady or an
bodies of tne tw j when they return, if you will tell them epitaph. Wilt thou take this lady to
during the past mourned.
year was greatly
where you are
"I was blind with rage. I felt the froth raising to my lips, and then I became unconscious. I must have fallen in a fit. "The first gray gleam of the coming
day was shiniug in at the window when
be thy wedded wife? Oh, lady, in our
hours of ease. Passing tho love of ladies. Mv onlv books were ladies' looka. Hell hath no fury liko a lady scorned. Ophelia: 'Tis brief, my lord. Hamlet: As lady's love. What mighty ills have not been done bv a ladv V Who was't
I regained consciousness. J rushed to j betrayed the capitoi a lady. wiio the door and pounded upon it until the I lost Marc Antony the world? A lady, blood trickled down my fingers from ' Many other quotations might be mado my bruised knuckles. I called for help j to show the dignity of the viomau; but
until I was hoarse. It was in vain. it is not necessary, our char Jady
awayt m ordered the Donua Coslenza j The masons had been gone for hours j talis us.
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present growing " ir
)ld houses were for tho most parti known iy a name, street with numbered bouses having formerly been uncommon. Tho autumn i the h-eason for nulling down what i condemned to fall, because the foundations can be prepared during tho winter, and in tho .lewborn spring five storied monster, ;hat darken the street and conceal ,he blue s'cy, spring up as if by magic. This autumn, as in previous years, demolition is tho order of the day, a.id a few days ago tho bricklayer's spade struck the foundation stone of the old Muiler Haus, This old house is rich in historical associations. The house, which consisted of long galleries and spacious parlors, was built a little less than 100 years ago by Joseph, Count Deym of St-riletz, who, although he was of undoubted nobility, and proprietor of a feudal castle, was still proud to bear the title of Court Statuary to Emperor Francis of Austria. The story of this title is worth telling. He entered the army at 18, and being of fiery temperament, was soon involved in a duel. Having soon his antagonist fall, and believing him to be dead, he lied from his native country aud sought refuge in Holland, where he called himself Muller, and professed to be an artist. He earned his living by embossing small portraits in wax on light blue glass, and in a few years time, having earned fame and money, ho migrated to Italy. In Naples he soon found favor with Queen Caroline, an Austrian Princess, to whom he told his story. She obtained for him the permission first to !copy in wax the finest sculptures of the Naples art gallery, and then to take plaster casts from them the first that were ever taken. He returned to Vienna with a fortuno of 800,000 silver florins, honestly earned, and promised to show to his fellow countrymen what formerly only the few favored ones who could travel to Naples could hope to see. Nobody believed him; but in good time 100 busts and statue-, copied from the masterpieces of ancient Greece and Rome arrived, transported from Naples to Vienna at great cost, and with wonderful patience. The Emperor gave him some good ground upon which to build a house with galleries, and after having inspected tho valuable property conferred upon him the title of Court Statuary. Count Devm never took his lamily name any more, but called himself Joseph Muiler to the end. All Vienna thronged to his show, and Count Deym made his galleries especially attractive by a new invention. He was the first to use glass prisms on his chandeliers, and with the aid of thousands of wax candies, earned for his house the name of a fairy palace. He gradually completed his collection by adding original works of art in bronze, marble and ivory, and a by no means inconsiderable number of oil paintings. He married a lady of ancient nobility, a Countess Buguoy, who did not call herself Muiler. She and her three sons and four daughters took the name of Deym. In the foundation stone revealed to light were found beautiful sculptured and tinted apples, pears and peaches, a saucer of old Vienna porce lain in which lay diverse crystal prisms, Count Joseph Deym's portrait in wax on blue glass, a beautiful piece of work, and very well preserved, and a large leaden tablet engraved on both sides, giving the history of the founder of the house, the Imperial grant and a detailed account of the uses to which the building was to- be put. Besides these things a glass- goblet was found, but a workman dropped it as he took it out, and it was shattered to fragments. There can be do doubt that the Count's portrait was his own work, as well as the prisms in ths foundation stone. The fact of his placing them there shows how proud he was of this invention. Vienna Letter i The London Times Madame de Stael. It was a high tribute that the most beautiful woman of France paid to the most fascinating of French conversationalists. "If I were queen of France," said Madame Keeajnier, "I would command Madame de Stael to talk to me all the day Jong." This gifted woman was once driving with several distinguished men. Suddenly they were surprised by a violent storm bursting over their heads. So absorbed were they by the vivacity of her conversation, that not one of them had1 noticed a sign of the gathering storm. Mr. Hamerton says, in "The Intellectual Life," that Madame de Stael obtained her literary material almost exclusively by means of conversation When a subject occupied her thoughts, she systematically directed to it the talk of learned and brilliant men. As a fisherman uses a net to catch fish, so she used conversation to catch ideas and suggestions. She would write-a brief, rough draft of her intended literary project, which she showed to a Jew friends. Their hints were incorporated in a second draft, which was also shown to trusted friends. She inserted their suggestions in it, and then h&x secretary copied the corrected manuscript on paper with a bioad margin for farther additions. During this process of incubation the ingenious woman made every one-of her friends talk who was likely to bo of any use to her. What she heard she cithor wrote down on- the wide margin or incorporated iu the body of the manuscript. She used Ium: ears, for thev were her natural providers. She used her eyes t.o little that she once said that were it not out of respect to custom she would not open her window to see the Bay of Naples for the first time, whereas she would travel five hundred leagues to talk with a clever man whom she had never met. Coleridge tells on anecdote which shows that the gifted authoress could descend to the duplicity of a "society woman. Coleridge was sitting one day with Madame de Stael in her London house, w hen her man servant entered and asked U the would reoeive Lady Dvey.
:'Oh, dear!" she oxolalmed, raising her eyebrows and shrugging iier shoulders; "oh, mv friend, do pitv me ! What shall I do? I detest her. She is insupportable!" Hut Lady Davey was admitted, and Madame de Stael flung her arms around her, kissed her on both cheeks, pressed her to her bosom, and told her she was enchanted to see her.
A Little uiiid Shall Lead Them, There is something inexpressibly touching and tender in the following, taken from the columns of a San Fraucisco paper. There is no one who has known sorrow and the bitter pain of parting but will bo moved to tears by this Mmple recital of the grief of the little child of a fireman who had nobly died at his post of duty : " What is the matter with my papa?" Steve Neall's 5-year-old daughter had caught sight of her dead father in his coffin last Friday evening, and asked the question of those who hud gathered about the bier. Fapa is asleep," they told her. "Why is papa in that ugly box?" she persisted. "He can sleep better there." "Good-night, papa." She passed into the adjoining room and was soon asleep. The mourners sat about the coffin of the dead fireman all night. Shortly before 1 o'clock in the morning the gong on the wall that had so often summoned him to his duty clang an alarm. It had sounded once and was repeating the alarm when the little girl came Hying into the room in her long, white nightdress. She looked at the silent watchers and then ran to the side of the dead man. Climbing or a chair, she reached into the coffin and shook her father by the sh rudder. "Papa, papa wake up !" she cried. "There s a fire! Wake up!" The looks of the people in the room and the strange stillness of her father frightened her. u Wake up, please, papa," she pleaded, her voice beginning to quiver, "Can't you hear the bell? You'll miss the fire." The father still not opening bis eves, she looked around wonderingly, and then added what she thought could not fail to bring him to his feet : "Wake up, papa. You'll miss the fire and be fined!" When he did not stir she knew that something was wrong, and turned her tearf ill, puzzled face to the older people, "Never mind that bell, darling," somo one answered, "papa won't goto the fire to-night." "But, persisted the baby, ''he always got up before when the bell rung why wouldn't he wake up? What's mamma crving for? What's everybody crying for?" And the troubled little child burst into tears, and, crving piteously at what she did not know, was gently carried back to her cot to cry herself to sleep agaiu. A little child shall lead them, said the wisest and best of men, and this old, old saying is as tenderly and beautifully true as when first uttered, 1,90C years ago. He Saw a Difference. "Madam," said the gallant old man after obeying her request to clo&e the car window, "I was just thinking how different the women of to-day are from those of ten or fifteen years ago in the matter ot travel. Formerly a lady who had to journey alone was " "Yes, sir," she interrupted, "tmt would vou please tell me if I am oo the right train forBuffalo?" uYou are, madam. as I was saying the women of ten years ago were continually worrying for fear ,r "And does this car go right through without change?" "It does, madam. I was going te say that the women " "And do you think my trunk will goright through with me?" "Of course, madam. In form years a woman traveling alone was afrakl that " "Yon are sure we are on the right train she interrupted. ""Very sure." "And we don't change?" "No'm." "And we get in at 6 o'clock? " We do." "And they'll call out the name whn we-get there?" "Oh. yes." "Well, I hope nothing will happen, but I'm verv, very nervous. Would you mind askiug the conductor if we are likely to have a collision, go through a bridge, or get: iu an hour later And the gallant old man, who saw such, a great difference between the women traveling to-day and those of ten years ago, retired into his shell looking as if something had rubbed against his placidity of mi id. A Cuban Kitchen. To American eyes a Cuban kite&en looks very strange and unnsual. In it one does not see the usual range and numerous shining tins, ami in place of our portly Bridget one finds generally a eolored man, or an almond eyed soa of the Celestial Empire. The kitchen is the yard, generally tiled on its sides and floor. You will notice running from one side of the kitchen to- the other a fiat platform,, and at intervals of two feet a grate about five inches wide and ten inches deep. These grates are build iu the solid platform, and have the draft um lerneath. There are usually eight or more of these grates, ilachone is entirely independent of the other, and has its own separate fire. Charcoal is the fuel used, and the gas and smell of cooking all go up in a large chimney, built over the platform, so that one seldom gets the benefit of the odors. The cooking utensils are few and are of glazed earthenware. No bread or cake is ever made in any Cuban family; it all comes from the baker's, and is of excellent quality. The cooking is as different from Ainexican cookery as is the kitchen. Garlic and many odd spices are med, and many will, merely from the fact of gartio being used, eon demn it at once. 1 am positive that the most bigoted would lo won over after partaking of one of Mauierto's faultless dinn ers A stone mansion built in U5Q on a farm near Froonbush N, YM sttl stands.
HAS -EATERS. A Ttfreg Giving? Hr Cub a N 1LO PUy With. The notorious Jounsar man-eating tigress has at last been killed by a rouug forest ofikier. This tigrest bw been the scourge of the neighborhood rf Chakrata for the last ten years, aud her victims have been innumerable. On one occasion she seized one out of a number of foresters who were sleeping together in a hut, carried him off and deliberately made him over to her cubs io play with, while she protected their innocent gambols from being disturbed. His companions were eventually forced to take refuge in a tree from her savage attacks. Here they witnessed the following ghastly tragedy: The tig re went back and stood over the prostrate form of her victim and purred in a cat-like and self-c mplacent way to her cubs, who were romping about and rolling over the apparently lifeless body. She then lay down a few yards off and with blinking eyes watched the gambols of her progeny. In a few moments tiie man sat up and tried to beat the young brutes off. They were too young tc hold him down, so he made a desperate attempt io shake himself free and started off at a run: but before he hod got twenty yards the tigress bounded out and brought him back to her cub. Once more the doomed wretch had to defend himself from their playful attacks. He made renewed efforts to legain his freedom, but was seized by the old tigress and brought back each time before be had gone many yards. His groans and cries for help were heart-rending, but the men in the tree were paralyzed with fear and quite unable to move. At last the tigress herself joined in the gambols ot the cubs and the wretched man was thrown about and tossed over her head exactly as many of us have een our domestic cat throw rats aud mice about before beginning to feed on them. The man's efforts at escape grew feebler. For the last time they saw him try to get away on his bands and knees toward a large fig tree, with the cubs clinging to his limbs. This final attempt was as futile as the rest. The tigress brought him back once again, and then held him diwn under her fore-paws and deliberately began h r living meal before their eyes. It w vs this formidable beast that the young Coopers Hill offi;er and a student attacked on loot. They were working ui her trail fit teen yards apart, when .sud
denly Mr. Osmastou heard his younger
companion giunu, sua, turning ruunu,:;
saw him borne to the ground by thtr tigress. Mr. Osmastou fortunately I
succeeded in shooting her through thet spine, and a second ball stopped her in midspring. Meantime his companion rolled over the hill, and was eventuady discovered insensible a few feet away from his terrible assailant. He is terribly mauled and now lies at the Chakrata Station Hospital, where hopes of his recovery are entertained. Lond&n Times9 Calcuta Correspondence. Put It in Ike Law There is one other thing that ongTtt to be made a penal offense, with a minimum fine of at least $200, with imprisonment for not less than six montha. It is that of doubtingrthe statements of a man who has been a-fishing. Fish have been caught ever since fish-hooks were invented. The fish were nin to be caught. They rather expect it It is no trick at all to catch fish. And yet as Jones returns from his vacation he i met and asked : "Been away?" "Yes." "Up north ? "Yes.n "Went fishing, I supposed "Of course." "Catch anything? "Certainly.- " " H'm ! Caught some four-pounder I presume?" "Yes, I caught one which weighed seven pounds." "H'ml Good-bye P Jones not only caught one weighing seven pounds, but a number which weighed five and six pounds apiece, h& he dare not speak of it. Even witk what he did say he felt that the other
man believed him to be a liar. As h walked on he felt belittled and degraded, and he made up his mind to tell a . bold lie on the next occasion,, and declare hadid not even see a fish while he was gone. Something should be done m this matter, and it cannot be done toe soon. A man should be protected ia telling the truth as well as in life and limb. Detroit Free Press, Brigham Young's Feaiteatiarjv When Brigham Young, of apoatolia (?)fame, built the abobe penitentiary for Utah for the punishment of bad Mormons and worse Gentiles he did not think that he should have lived to spend a day and a half it himself. Yet such was the irony of fate. To-day over half of the occupants of the cells are Mormons, sentenced under varying terms under the anti-polganiy laws. Fifty of the eighty Mormons now in carcerated are undergoing sentence for the crimes which in the language of the Federal courts f Utah consists of "holdings out two or more women as wives." Gentiles too are frequently imprisoned, and their offenses are generally of horse thieving, murder and train robbery. All alike, the Mormom martyr and gentile sinner, wear prisoa garb and eat prison fare. The penitentiary is four miles south ot Salt Lake city. The walls on the exterior are worn and dilapidated, for abobe buildings do not very long withstand the climate of Utah. But inside th place has undergone a mighty change eince the time of Brig ham Young. The old wooden cells have been torn away and Uncle Sam has wisely substituted a modern convict residence with all the modern improvements. When a Mormon iow enters the door of his cell,, there is a mental enclosure on every side of him. Truly times have changed during the last thirty years, for instead of bad Mormons saintly apostles are now imprisoned SoMRftoi v who believes in old -fashioned methods of discipline recently ent a young lady teacher iu Maine a bundle of shinnies
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