Terre Haute Weekly Gazette, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 1 January 1885 — Page 10

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By "Walter Besant and James Bice.

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CHAPTER

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PROFESSOR LETS HIS LODGINGS.

IT was almost two months after the dreadul day at St. Ethelred's, when the quiet of STendo street was disturbed by the clattering of a cab on tho stones. It stopped at the professor's, and the occupants, consisting of a lady and gentlemen, with an old man of seafaring aspect, knocked at the door.

To Madame Lemire's intense surprise, they asked for lodgings. Lodgings! She remembered their first venture in that line of business, find went in

of the professor. The professor, then engaged in teaching the youngest, aged two and a half, his earliest steps, also remembered that disastrous episode in their life, and hesitated.

The lady, who was a young lady, spoke for the party. "We are easily satisfied," she said. "We dh«ll want three bed-rooms and a sittingroom, but we require very little attendance. We will give you a reference to a respectable lawyer and we will pay the rent for three months in advance."

The professor looked at his wife. Here wise a chance—and the rent three months in advance! In five minutes the party was upstairs, and raadame, with Nettie, was devising means of stowing away the displaced children.

Meantime the professor went in search of the lawyer referred to. As for his lodgers— who gave the names of Mr. and Miss Elwood and Mr. Croil—the lawyer knew all about Miss Elwood. The young lady's father had died in Australia, at the diggings. But his little house and garden, now in the centre of a city, suddenly became great, and sold for a large sum. Yes, Mr. Lemire might depend on

Miss

Elwnod. It was odd that he named

Elwood, and never spoke of her brother but that, after all, was nothing and the professor went back with alight heart and a full assurance of his rent for a whole year to come.

He found Miss Elwood sitting among the children, and at home with all of them and it was very funny, the children said, that when Ruth came in she knew her at once, and said. "You are Ruth Warneford," and then shook hands with her. Because, they said, how should she know Ruth when she did not know Nettie?

In a few days the new lodgers were so far settled in the house that they seemed to form part of the family. The elder man, Croil by name—who slept on the second floor, and took two of the boys to share his room, when he found that they would otherwise have to sleep on the landings—was clearly an ancient mariner He dressed in navy blue, and wore a fur cap of curious and sea-going cut. He was a little man, with soft and dreamy eyes of alight blue, and with a very quiet manner

of speaking. He generally carried in his left

hand a cake of tobacco, with an open knife in his right and he cut the tobacco slowly as he went.

At regular intervals he smoked once before breakfast, once after, once on the point of eight bells, once after dinner, once toward tea-time, and once after, once before supper, and once after. "But not," as he remarked to young R,upert Lemire, the eldest born— "not to be forever with a pipe in your mouth —as if you might be the stove of a lighter. That's not the way, my lad, for them as earns their bread upon blue water."

He used the pavement of the street—at such times as it did not rain—for a promenade or smoking saloon when it was wet, he betook himself to his own room—a place which the children soon learned to regard as the home of all unimaginable delights and they called him, after the first day, Ben, by his special request. The last pipe of the day Ben took in the first-floor front, with the other new members of the party.

They were a quiet pair. The man about thirty years of age, looked older, by reason of the scattering grey hairs in his full brown beard and the crows-feet round his eyes. Acroes his forehead nature, or some trouble. had drawn a long, deep line the hair had fallen from his temples, leaving a wide and open brow his lips were flexible and mobile, but they were hidden by his heavy mustache and beard his eyes were hazel, and had a dreamy, far-off look, with a gaze as of one who waits and expects his voice was low, and he spoke seldom.

His sister, unlike him in face—so much unlike him that you would not have been able to trace even a faint family resemblance— resembled him in one respect, that her eyes, which were large and of a hazel tint, had the same far-off look, and, in repose, gazed out upon space like her brother's, as if waiting and expecting. She was tall and of such a figure as the Graces love her head, crowned with its glory of brown hair, was of such a shape as Canova would have desired for a model her face outlined as if by some poet inspired with the sister art of painting.

It was a face born for mirth and gayety but the gayety had gone out of it, and left it prematurely grave. A look of care dwelt upon it forever, save when she turned her eyes upon her brother, and then the sweetest smile lit up her features, and effaced the lines of trouble round her mouth.

Observant members of the Lemire household made out, in addition to their personal note, a few other prominent facts as regards their lodgers. One was that they seemed, all three, utterly careless as regarded their food On washing days that is, on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, when the mother of the family and the maid-of-all-work were engaged with the linen of the household, they accepted—not murmuring, as weaker brethren munnur—cold boiled mutton, with or^without potatoes they drank nothing but tea, coffee, or milk, except Ben, who one day, toward evening, visited the nearest public house with aa empty pannikin, which he brought back full. They went out, the brother and sister, a good deal in daytime, and at night they always sat side by side with joined hauds before the fire, looking into it. Ben Croil at such times sat with them, his legs gathered up under his chair, his head against the wall, sound asleep. Sometimes in the morning, too, the pair would sit silently for hours together. Once Rupert Lemire, the eldest son, heard the lady say, after one of their long silences: "George, if Boston Tom is living anywhere in the world, we must find him. If he is dead, we must find out who and what he was."

And on another occasion. Nettie Lemire,

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going to make the lodger's bed, saw her on her knees by the bedside, in an agony of tears, crying, passionately, "O Lord.! how long?"

There was only one other thing remarkable about the new lodgers, which was the way in which Miss Elwood sought Ruth Warneford's society. Now at this time Ruth was melancholy, by reason-of her shattered love castle, and would fain have sat in silence but she could not decline the invitations which Miss Elwood showered upon her—to dine with her, to take tea with her, to sit with her, to walk with her. And it was difficult to resist the kindness with which these invitations were offered, and the sympathy with which the girl was gradually encouraged to respond to these advances. Little by little Ruth found herself talking with Miss Elwood —Helen, as she called her—as if she had been her oldest friend. Besides, the room up-stairs was a retreat from the chatter of the children, and a quiet evening with her new friends rested her after a day's hard work at teaching.

They got into the habit of sitting together, talking in a low voice to each other, while Mr. Elwood, a restless man, paced up and down the room in silence and they talked as if he were not there, because he never spoke, and never seemed to listen.

And one Sunday afternoon Helen Elwood told the girl a thing which made her heart leap up, and brought such a joy toher asshe thought could never come again.

It was a very quiet Sunday afternoon. After dinner old Ben might be heard marching up and down the pavement of the street, on the sunny side, where the east wind was not felt. With him was Rupert Lemire, and they were discoursing—that is, Ben was discoursing—on ships and storms and sailors' lives afloat. Helen and Ruth sat by the lire, the latter lying with her head on the elder girl's knees. Mr. Elwood sat in the window, silent and grave, looking" at the group of two. "And are you quite alone, poor child?" Helen asked. "No brothers, no sisters?" "I had a brother once,", said the girl, coloring painfully. "But he—he—went away eight years ago, and I have never seen him since. Poor George! poor dear George!"

She laid her cheek on the hand of her new friend. Helen felt the tears fall fast. "Do not speak of it if it pains you," she went on glancing at her brother, who sat rigid, pale, and with trembling lips. "Yes, let me tell you all, and then you will not say that I have deceived you. Listen. We were so happy, George and I togetheronly we two, you know. In the evening he came home from the city, and I used to make the tea, though I was such a little thing! There never was so kind a brother nor such a good man, because now, you see, I know what young men sometimes are. Oh, rnel How cruel it all is to think of! For our happy life was suddenly stopped."

She paused a moment while Helen soothed and caressed her. "They said he forged Mr. Baldwin's name and, and robbed him of his money. How can I believe it, Helen? If it was time, what did he do with the money? And yet—and yet—I once weut to a place that I heard of in the city, and looked in a file of the Times till I found the report of his trial and it was all so clear! He must have done it. And still I cannot believe it of my brother, for he was so steady and so true." "And you have neve* heard anything of him at all?" "Never anything at all," the girl said. "I

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"His name was George—George Warneford?" Helen replied, slowly. "My dear, I

think I can tell you something—not much— about him and that little is good. There could not be two George Warnefords in Sidney at the same time. It is three years ago and more that I knew of a prisoner of that name he was a young man of five-and-twenty "George's age—he is ten years older than I." "A prisoner for forgery "Yes, yes." "Who obtained his release and a free pardon for a noble deed he did." "Oh, George—my brother—tell me what be did." "He risked his life to save the lives of others there was mutiny in the prison, and murder. Desperate men, made more desperate by the knowledge that their revolt was hopeless, had the lives of the prison warders in their hands in a few minutes it would have been all over with them. This prisoner —this brave man, who was convicted by a unanimous jury, after five minutes' consultation, for wicked and treacherous act, my dear—faced almost certain death to save them. He did save them, and they released him for his reward."

Ruth seized her hand and kissed it. "Go on, Helen tell me more." "I have very little to tell you. But if it will comfort you, I can tell you what the prison doctor said to him when he left. He Baid, Ruth, that his trial showed the clearest case against him that ever was made out dgalifcrf any man, but tnat ms me ana cnar acter belied the circumstantial evidence. Ets said he believed him innocent,"

Ruth gave a great gasp. "Innocent? Oh, if it were only so! What would matter all our sorrow and all his suffering, if only he were innocent?" "Mind, George Warneford always said that he was innocent. The doctor was the first tQ believe it. Afterward I have heard that others also believed him innocent." "Why does he not write to me? Why does he not come home to me?" "Perhaps he does not know where you are perhaps he does not know how you would receive him. For, Ruth, your brother has lost the most precious jewel of his life— his honor." ....... "Bi*t since he is innocent "How does he know that his sister loves him still? Who has written to him out there to tell him so?" "Can I ever cease to love him? Oh, Helen, if he were to stand before me this very moment, and hold out his arms, I should be more happy than I have been all these eight yean that I have lost him."

In the window, in the shades of the early December evening then darkening the room, the very man of which they spoke sat still and upright. But his hands trembled

and

was distorted by some violent

his face

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Helen

looked toward him and made a gesture of invitation. But he shook his head. Then she spoke again to the weeping girl. "If he came to you a beggar* in reputation, an outcast of society, heavily laden with the weight of these years of disgrace—" "Unmerited disgrace," she said. "With nothing to say to you but that he was innocent—you would love him and cling to him against all the world, against Mr. Baldwin, against the kind of people of this house?" "Ah!" said Ruth, "I have but one brother. You have told me that he is innocent and brave. I am proud of my poor brother." "And if he came to you, bearing in his hand the proofs of his innocence, what then, Ruth?" "It would be too much happiness," she afarhed "Helen, why havQ.j£OU sought

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out to tell me ttus story? know—I knowthat you are keeping something back. You have come to this poor lodging to see me— me. I am sure of it. You have come with a message from my brother. Tell me all—tell me alL" "Yes, dear, you have guessed. We have come—my brother and I—from Australia to see you. We come in your brother's name, and in your brother's behalf. We have a task before us—to establish, if we can, his innocence. There is but a slender, a very slender hope of our doing that. But, oh, Ruth, believe it with all your heart cling to it as to an anchor thank God for it every morning and every night. He is innocent George Warneford did not commit this wicked thing. We are trying to prove it, but we may not succeed. And whether we succeed or not, you shall be restored to your brother."

Ruth was silent again—thinking. Then she lifted her eyes, bright with tears, "You know him, then?" "I know him, dear Ruth." "Tell me what he is like."

Helen glanced at her brother." "He is greatly changed from what you remember him. To begin with, .he is eight years older, and he has suffered. You would not know him. Try not to fancy what he is like, but think of him now and always as a good and honorable man, who has had to endure a grievous wrong." "I will—I will. And, Helen, why do you and your brother try to do him this great service?"

Helen did not blush as she replied, taking the girl's face in her hands and kissing her. "Because, my dear, I love him, and I hope to be your sister." "My sister? You will marry him? And he loves you? Oh, Helen!" "Yes," she replied, looking at her brother "he loves me. The most patient, the most deeply injured, the most honorable man, the kindest and noblest heart in all the world, loves me. Ought I not to be a proud and happy womLn, dear? And you must love me too."

Ruth threw herself into her sister's arms, crying and laughing. It wag too much for her, this great and new-found happiness. "Hush, dear! Hush, my dearl" said Helen. "I have told you too suddenly. There—lay your head upon my shoulder and calm yourself."

Whe went on talking in a soft voice at intervals. "We must keep our secret to ourselves. Not even the profossor must know. Only you and I must work at this difficulty ourselves, you and I aud my brother—we three. I will tell you to-morrow what we have to fine', out, and you must help us. We shall be very happy in the years to come." She looked again at her brother. "You and I and George—all three together. Happy, whatever happens happy, if we have to keep all to ourselves the knowledge of his innocence happy, if the world never restores to him his honor again. We must live for one another, dear. You must think of meeting him, Ruth, as if you were meeting a soldier coming home from victory, for he has had a fierce fight and has escaped unwounded. He has been in the very depths of sin, among the most evil men in the world, and has come out pure of heart. We are here, we three, to win back his honor or to sustain him and you will do your part?"

As the girl lay with her face buried in Helen's bosom, and her arms round her neck, the man in the window rose and stepped noiselessly to bend over the pair, his eyes full of love. Helen turned her face upward and met his lips with hers, while, with a hand that trembled, he stroked the long hair which lay on Helen's shoulder, and belonged, not to her, but to Ruth Warneford

Then began a cling-clanging of the city bells for evening service. From almost every street there came the ringing, loud and discordant, or sweet and musical, of the multitudinous city churches—a voice of invitation to tens of thousands where there were only hundreds to hear it.

Then Ruth lifted her head, and rose. She looked aboat her strangely, trying to bring her thoughts back to their usual channel. "I must go to church," she said "I play the organ at St. Ethelred's. I must go to church."

She did not look fit to go to church, for her eyes were dazed, and her hands trembled. "I will go with you," said Helen. "Let me play for you to-night." "Yes, yes," the girl cried, "we will go together. I shall be able to play as soon as I begin. The organ soothes and we will pray together, you and I, side by side, oh, my sister, for George." She turned to the man. "You will come too, Mr. Elwood, will you not? You know him, and you love him, or else you would not have travels! all this way with Helen. Come with us to church." "I will come," he ans .vored. Why did he bow his head and sink upon a chair? "My mind is full of my brother," Ruth said. "George is everywhere to-night. I hear his voice in yours, Mr. Elwood his voice that I thought never to hear again. Let og go into church/' s.~ (3bIk*(Jbn&nuodJ

Hardup Kills Two Birds with On# Stone. [Puck.]

THE HORSE WHILE AT WORK DOES NOT NEED THE ULSTER.

AND HE HIMSELF, WHILE AT HOME, CAN DISPENSE WITH IT. ....-A JF

The

would

lawyer's Lore Making. [Pittsburg Chronicle-Herald.]

"I wi3h I was an owl," said the young lawyer, as ho gently felt the dimensions of her alligator waist. ^1^ "Why?" she asked. 'VBecause I could stay up all night, you know, dear," he replied. "What

you want to do such a

ridiculous thing as that forf "To wit: To woo."

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A BAffLE OF GIANTS.

They

Wanted the "Fellow *5-Tb#t Article."

[Western Letter.]

About twenty-five years ago, when a certain western state was a territory, and with few inhabitants, a young lawyer from New York emigrated thither and settled in the town of L-—. He had been there nearly two years when he was induced to print a weekly newspaper, of which he was the editor. Squire S. was a very little man, but he used the editorial "WE" as frequently as if there were a dozen of him, and each as big a giant."

Strange to say, there were at that time men in office who were not^a particle more honest than they should be a thing which probably never happened before, and never will again. Squire S. felt All the patriotism Of a son of '76, and poured out grape and canister against public abuses. This soon stirred a hornet's nest about his ears but as there was no other paper in the territory there was no reply for a time.

At length he published an article more severe against malfeasance in office than any that had preceded it In fact, though it pointed at no indvidual in particular, itj was a "scorcher."

Some three or four days afterward he was sitting alone in his editorial office, which was about a quarter of a mile from the printing establishment. His pen was busy with a paragraph, when his door opened, and, in Btalked a man about six feet in his stockings. He asked: "Are you S., the proprietor of this paper?" Thinking he had found a new patron, the little man, with one of his blandest smiles, answered in the affirmative. The stranger deliberately drew the last number of the paper from his pocket, and pointing to the article aguinst rogues in office, told the affrighted editor that it was intended for "him."

It was in vain that S. protested that he had never heard of him before. The wrath of the visitor rose to a fever heat, and from being so long restrained boiled over with double fury. He gave the editor his choice, either to publish a very humble recantation or take a flogging on the spot. Either alternative was wormwood, but what could he do? The enraged office-holder was twice

his

size, and at one blow would qualify him for an obituary notice. He agreed to re tract and as the visitor insisted upon

S. had hardly gone fifty yards when he encountered a man who inquired where Squire S.'s office was and if he was at home. Suspecting that he too was on the same errand as the other visitor, he pointed to the office and told him he would find the editor within, writing a most abusive article against office-holders. This was enough. The eyes of the new-comer flashing fire, he rushed into the office and assaulted the stranger with the epithets, "liar, scoundrel, coward," and

stold

him,he wouM teach him

how to write. The gentleman, 'supposing it was pome bully sent there by the editor, sprang to his feet, and a fight ensued. The table was upset and smashed into firewood, the contents of a large jug of

{nk

stood in puddles on the

floor, the chairs had their legs and backs broken beyond the skill of surgery to cure them. This seemed only to inspire the combatants with still greater fury. Blow followed blow with the rapidity of lightning. First one was kicking on the floor, then the other, each taking it in turn pretty equally. The ink on the floor found its way to their faces, till both of them cut the most ludicrous figure imaginable.

The noise and uproar were tremendous. The neighbors ran to the door and exclaimed with astonishment that two niggers were fighting in Squire S.'s office. None dared separate them. At length, completely exhausted, they ceased fighting. The circumstances of the case became known, and the next day, hardly able to sit on horseback, their heads bound up, they started homeward. carrying with them the most striking evidences of their attempt to redeem their honor. very Peculiar Huibandt. [Atlanta Constitution.] "Yes, my husband is a peculiar man about soma things," remarked Mrs. Mangos to her caiier. Mrs. Pebley. "He will trust the judgment of any one, except in tb» matter of beefsteak. This, he declares, no one but himself can select. Early every morning, no matter how cold the weather may be, he gets out of bed before the fires are made and goes down to the butcher's. Many a time have I asked him why he did not bring the meat as he comes home in the evening, but he declares that meat should always be selected at morning. Sometimes he cannot find meat to suit him, and then he comes home without any." "Just for the world like my husband," remarked Mrs. Pebley. "The morning is never too cold for him to go down town to see about his beefsteak. I had no idea that any other man was like him."

Following morning. Saloon adjoining butcher shop: "Hello! Mangos." "Good morning, Pebley. Right sharp frost this morning." "Yes, heavy. What ara you going to take?" .fy.r,"Cocktail.*' lj' "Same for me." "The other day," said Mangos, "I tool two or three pretty stiff drinks and forgot my meat. Told the old lady that I couldn't find any to suit me. Here's to vou."

A City Boarder. [John Swinton's Paper.]

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can't for the life of me—" We were seated in the park, and the speaker was a young man, with pointed shoes, a white felt hat and freshly-turned cuffs, who had asked me for a light, which led to a dialogue. His sober manner argued him a free-luncher. "I can't for the life of me," he said, "understand what the papers mean about the high price of living and the hard times. What you want is to bring your regular expenses down low. As Vanderbilt says, the people are too extravagant. It's their regular expenses that eat them up. Now, I came here just six mjnths ago. I hired a small room to sleep in at $1 a week. This rent business is the worst. It is hard for a strict business man to get over that." "But your provender?" "That is easy enough there are so many free lunches in town. You have only to pay 10 cents for a drink, and at night one can always get a solid meal at a public club house. In this city a man's food ought to cost nothing. My regular expenses mount up to $2.50 a week, and I am always flush. It is the regular expenses that telL Vanderbilt is right people are too extravagant."

I wrrely an aggravated form

THE NEWS OF TO-DAY.

who wrote A Canvass of the Senatorial Fitht in Illinois—Other News. I

Archbishop Bourgels, of Montreal, is dying. The Northwestern Traveling Men's Association began its annual session at Chicago to-day. The secretary's repoit showed $19,COO on band, after $14,000 had been paid out. The election of oflicere will take place to-day.

Samuel McMaster, superintendent of the Homestake gold mines and candidate for delegate of Congress before the late Republican territorial convention, died at ban Francisco, December 24tb, worth $250,000.

Springfield shippers and railroad representatives have come to a satisfactory understanding.

No trains have reached Little Rook, Ark., since Sunday on account ot washouts.

A canvass of the members of the Illinois legislature on senatorial question has been made nod it shows tnat the Republicans tor first choice stand: 100 for Logan, 2 for Farwell for second choice, Furwell 12, Hamilton 9, J. B. Hawley 2, Oglesby 1. Democrats for first choice stand: Harrison 29, Black 25, Morrisotr 24, Palmer 11, Allen 92 Marsb 3, unknown 1.

Nuihrrnus facsimiles of Win J. Gallugher's handwriting were printed at Chicago to-day and the charge is made that the prima tacie case mada against the accused by this showing ..lone will take strong evidence to clear him ol' his guilt.

The St. Paul Evening I iy ceased this morning, being consolidated with tt« Evening Dispatch.

Judg^ Sage of the United States trlct court, at Cincinnati, to-day, tenced Robert Berry, James Usher James McLaugnlin for violation or election laws at the recent elections, to six months imprisonment in the Hamilton county jail, D. Shannon, and F. North got 60 days and H. Sbaett'jr, D. Kinney and G.Best 0 months in jail for the same offense.

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ing the retraction he himself sat down to the task. Squire S. made an excuse to walk to the printing office, with a promise he would be back in season t/ sign it as soon as it was finished.

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FIERCE FLAMES.

Pierre, Dakota, Burning and No Water to be Had. PIKRKK, DAKOTA, Dec. 30.—This city is one seething mass of flames and all efforts of the citizens arfe unavailing to stay tue tire. The wind is blowing a tierce gale and the mercury ia down to 25 degrees below zero. All the pumps are frozen eilirt and it is impossible to secure water. Men, women and children are working desperately endeavoring to save property. The tire originated in the grocery store of R. D. Jonet- and Is now sv fHping toward the river. Among tbe buildings already burned are the following: Richardson and Hollenback, druggists R. D. Jones, grocery Theodore Narup's store R. Cavanaugh's c'lop bouse Ash & Comfort's store P. H. Johnston's store Samuel Goodwin's store. The Stebbins House was also consumed, after which the fire was brought under control. The loss is now estimated at $75,000 insured for about $50,000.

General Stirring Up In Spain/' MADRID, Dec. 29.—A fatal land flip occurred in the mountain near Periana It destroyed many houses which stood in its path and buried 48 per.-ons ot whom 18 were rescued alive, I*

TEE EARTHQUAKE.

It is reported that 900 persons were buried beneath the ruias ot the building of Albunuclas. Three churches at An tiquera were lett in a tottering condition. The inhabitants are encamped iD the fields.

VIENNA. Dec. 29.—A severe earth quake shock was experienced in Corinthia to-day and considerable damage done to many buildings.

LONDON, Dec. 29—An earthquake shock was felt in Wales lo-day and many houses were injured.

Steamer Sunk.

NORFOLK, YA., Dec. 30.—The steamer John Rorner, running in couuection with the Chesapeake & Ohio railroad while leaving here this morning for Newl port News came in collision with a mud scow just below the city and was so badly damaged that she barely had time to be beached on Atlantic City fiats, where she now lie9 in fifteen feet.of water.

She had forty passengers, but no

ibjury was done to passengers or baggage. A dense fog prevailed.

Spiritualist Crank.

PORTLAND OREGON, Dec 30.—Last tiisjht near Chehallis, Wyoming Terrl tory, William Pearson, a strong believer in spiritualism, imagined he received an order from a higher power to kill bis infant child. This he did with a hammer. He then intoriued his wite he would cut his throat if she would do the same. Both were found this morning half frozen with their throats cut, but are not yet dead. Both will probably die

Survivors of the Old 31st Infantry. George W. Miller by writing and working on the subject has accumulated one hundred names of the survivors— two or tnree hundred in number—ot the 31st Indiana, whose first colonel was Gen. Charles Cruft. It is the intention to form an organization of the company with a view to having a history written. This regiment in the gallent General Cruft's origade carried off many of the honors of war, more and more of which are being conceded by the later historians.

The Break at the Wabash Mills. The falling of a quantity of iron on the water pipe supplying the Wabash Iron JUill this morning caused a break that threatened serious damage for a short time. In order to stop the flow the water works company were compelled to_ shut off the supply in the main pipe which is the first time the wheels have ceased to revolve in eleven years.

Another Big Sale.

Last night Ben Blanchard completed the salelof $63,000 worth of land in the southern part of Finney Co., Kansas to a syndicate of Greencastle capitalists.

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little daughter of Mrs. J.

Watts, whose husband, now deceased,

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NEW ORLEANS

Letter From Our Correspondent—The Indiana Exhibit—Points of Interest to sitors.

NEW ORLEANS, Dec. 22.—[GAJETT*'* Special Correspondet ce.] As soon as one beholds the gigantic buildings that have been erected for this exposition and then enters and has some comprehension of its vast and varied accumulations from every state and territory of the United States and then the exhibits from the countries of Mexioo, Central and South America, China, Japan, Austialia ana European countries, he exclaims: "TRULY, A WORLD'S EXPOSITION."

No tongue or pen can can do.justiee or even approximate the plain truth. There can be more seen and learned here In ten days than could be seen and learned in traveling for years at great expense. It will be a splendid educator, an Iraproving agent to the people of our own country, as also to those of foreign nations.

The United States govarment exhibit is worth the time and trip, and makea one feel proud that he is an American and that intellect, energy and skill are marked characteristics of our people. The Navy Department, devctes much space to the relics of the Greely relief expedition. Wnale boats fully equiped

Arctic traveling, suits of fur, sledsledges, etc. The War Department exhibits guns, shot fnn shells of all kiuds. Tie Treasury Department has many things hat we who have never been r.j Washington have never seen.

The National Museum is filled with many case of the fauna of tue United Siates trom Alaska to Florida. The exhibits fn.m Colorado, New Mexico, Arlna, Nevada and Montana, with tar-ofi Washineton Territory, are perfectly wonderful and astound)n because of the variety. Prof. A. E. Blount, of the Colorado Agricultural College, has the most extensive exhibition of grain. has 1,200 or perpendicular surface covered with the cereals, grasses and vegetables of bis state.

INDIANA

Has made great progress In getting tori gethnr, putting up and arranging her exhibit. Gen. Carnahan has pushed matters since the opening with surprising success arid will present an exhib worthy of nis state. Stone, timber, oia, grain, vegetables, fruits, minerals, mechanical products, models of practical mechanics, educational. Eight hundred feet ot perpendicular surface is covered by grains in elegant taste, 3,600 specimens from Pulaski county alone. Thn General's headquarters are not &eoond to any in taste, richness or convenience. But be and all others will p^ifer to have their friends defer thfiir visits until the rnidd ot January. The weather is oold here. The thermometer yesterday was 38 degrees this morning 31 degrees.

The most imple and satisfactory arrangements have been made by the exposition management for the members of the press, and nothing has been left undone to secure their comfort and convenience. There are various places and objects ot into rest in and about New Orleans. There is a statue of Margaret Haugherty in one of the squares, the woman who fed thousands of orphan children, became rich and endowed an orphan asylum by the gains of her bakery. She died two years since, and the city erected a boautiful marble shaft with her statue on top. holding In her arms an orphan child. The Battle Ground, West End, and Spanish Fort on Lake Ponchartrain are well worthy of a visit. (Signed) J.HURTT.

FALL* RIVER.

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Affairs there Better Than Reported

and the Outlook Hopefdl-

NEW YORK, Dec. 27.—The Herald this morniDg prints a letter trom Fall River, Mass., shows he real condition of the mills of that city and the outlook for owners nnd operatives. It says: "Tie r.al condition of trade here is not such as to warrant any oae believing the sensational reports which appear in newspapers outside the city. Forty odd mills are running, affording employment to all operatives at the wages paid since the strike a year aco, no strikes are contemplated and no further reduction suggested. The operatives here are an intelligent class and lean see from the market reports that print cloths are beiog manufactured at an actual loss of 3-16 of a cent per yard to the mill owners. With one or two exceptions, the mill corporations pay no dividend January 1st, ana those that do, pay from the surplus of former years. These lacts cause unusual friendliness between the operatives and owners. The mill officials aeeert the worst is over."

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Vennor's Almanac

The GAZETTE is in receipt of the Henry G. Yennor almanac, issued after his death, by Walter H. Smith. Tennor was the most remarkable "misser" in the United States. The book containa bis forecasts for the fall of 1884 Just past and for the coming year Just how much credence can be put in them may be gathered from the following extract: FALL OUT-LOOK 1884—A GREEN CHKISr-

MAS.

"The fall of 1884 is likely to be rery open, and a mild unsettled winter will follow, with a great deal of downfall In the shape of snow or ram. 1 look for a gi*een Christina? and a mild New Tear 1885."

green Christmas! Well hurrah for Yennor. It should not be neglected to stato that, the GAZETTE is requested in its unuce to add that the almanae is only obtainable by addressing Walter H. Smith, SI Arcade street, Montreal, price 10 oents

AN ATTFMPT AT SUICIDE.

Woman

Who Tries to End Her Life

t'r Because of Her Destitute Circumstances. «V

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Belle Suiith, room &1, St. Clair, leek morphine last night. Dr. Meorhead brought her around all right. She has three children at the Orphrn Home. She says she was without food or fnel, and •ommitted the aet bseaase

tute cireumstanees.

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