Bemorraie tc Bellefonte, Pa., Oct. 27. 1899. A A HN A SH SS Se SC is. WET WEATHER TALK. It hain, t no use to grumble and complane, It’s jest as cheap and easy to rejoice; When God sorts out the weather and sends rain, W’y rain’s my choice. Men giner’ly, to all intents— Although they are apt to grumble some, Puts most they’re trust in Providence, And takes things as they come— That is, the commonality Of men that’s lived as long as me, Has watched the world enough to learn They're not the boss of this concern. With some or course, it’s different— I’ve seen young men that knewed it all, And didn’t like the way things went On this terrestial ball; But all the same, the rain some way Rained jest as hard on picnic day; Er when they railly wanted it, It maybe wouldn't rain a bit! In this existence dry and wet Will overtake the best of men— Some little skift 0’ clouds’ll shet The snow off now and then, And maybe whilst you're wundern who You've foollike lent your umberl’l to And want it—out’ll pop the sun, And you'll be glad you hain’t got none! HOR FR Row kk o% Ek Rs Kk R It hain’t no use to grumble and compiane; It’s jest as cheap and easy to rejoice When God sorts out the weather and sends rain. W’y rain’s my choice. —Riley DUDLEY BARRINGTON’S LESSON. Milly Barrington was only 18 when she came to live at Holly Lodge. Very young to be married, said the gossips of the neighborhood, still younger to assume all the cares and responsibilities of a house- hold. And there were not lacking doleful prophets who declared with eyes rolled up and mouths drawn down that Mrs. Bar- rington never would ‘‘get on'’ with the old gentleman. ‘‘He'is so fastidious,’’ said one. “So difficult to suit,’’ said another. ‘His ideal is so impossibly high,’ de- clared a third. But to their surprise—perhaps a little to their disappointment—DMilly and her fath- er-in-law were the best of friends from the very first moment in when they looked up- on each other’s face. Milly was anxious to learn, so eager to comprehend the ins and outs of the great, roomy old house, so ambitious to excel every housekeeper in the neighborhood, that the old gentleman said, with a smile, to his son: “Don’t let your little wife undertake too much, Dudley.” And Dudley Barrington answered, with a yawn: “There's no danger of that sir. The ladies of Holly Lodge have always been first rate housekeepers, you know. And if a woman is at work she isn’t spending money foolishly or gossiping.” Mr. Barrington’s keen blue eyes regarded his son sharply for a moment. “Do you think Milly is addicted to either of those pernicious practices ?’’ he asked. “They come natural to all women, don’t they 2”? said Dudley, shrugging his shoulders. “Not at all I? said his father. And in his soul he wondered if Dudley was really worthy of such a jewel as Milli- cent. So the weeks went on, and Milly stood bravely to her helm, until one bright Octo- ber day the old gentleman, chancing to pass the low kitchen window where the vines made a screen of moving shadow, looking smilingly into where his daughter- in-law was at work. “Have you got a glass of cool milk for me, little girl ?’’ said he. Milly brought the milk promptly. ‘‘See, papa,”’ she said, triumphantly pointing to the table, “what a baking I have done to-day ! Three apple pies, three loaves of bread, a pan of biscuit, a cake and a dozen plum tarts!” “Bravo!” said Mr. Barrington. ‘‘But Milly, why are you baking? Where is Hannah ?"’ ‘“‘Hannah wanted her wages raised,” said Milly soberly, ‘and Dudley said it was all nonsense keeping a girl when I was so fond of housework. So she has gone.’ “But are you fond of housework?’ he asked. ‘‘In itself, as an abstract thing, I mean ?”’ ‘Yes, papa,’’ Milly answered with some hesitation. “But I’m a little tired this morning. I rose and swept the house through before breakfast so as to have time for the baking.” “You are a good little girl,”’ said the father-in-law. ‘But we mustn’t let you work too hard.’’ ‘Papa,’ said Milly, with downcast lashes and a deep pink shadow creeping over her cheek, ‘‘Ive heen thinking for some time that—that—"’ “Well?” said Mr. Barrington encourag- ingly. “That 1 should like to ask you for a lit- tle money,”’ faltered Milly. “Money !”” he echoed in surprise. “Doesn’t Dudley give you all you want ?’’ Once more Milly hesitated. ‘‘He wants to know what everything is for,”’ said she. ‘‘He thinks two shillings is too much for ribbon, and he says hats ought to be had cheaper than three shill- ings each, and he declares it’s all nonsense to buy kid gloves when cotton will do as well. And I do need another hat since the rain spoiled my best one, but I don’t like to ask him for it.”’ “Do you mean to say,’’ said Mr. Bar- rington, leaning his elbows on the sill, “that you don’t have a regular allowance every week ?”’ “No, papa,’’ said Milly, lifting her pret- tily arched brows. ‘‘Dudley says women don’t know how to use money and that a wife should always receive every half-pen- ny she spends from her husband. And I can tell you, papa, because you are so kind to rae—I am so ashamed to have him think me extravagant, and I really need so many little things that men haven’t any idea of. It’s a little hard sometimes.’’ Mr. Barrington took his purse out of his pocket and laid it on the window sill. “Here, little girl,”’ he said, ‘youn have earned the contents of that a dozen times over.”’ Milly reached up to kiss him through the vine leaves. “Oh, papa, you are such a darling,” she said. He only patted her cheek in reply. “Dudley don’t know what a treasure he has got,” he pondered as he kept on his walk up to the front veranda, where a great chestnut tree was showering its blooms over the steps and the balmy sun- shine slept on the painted floor. ‘‘Heis making a Circassian slave out of that dear little woman.”’ And he took his book and stretched him- self comfortably out in the hammock for his evening’s reveries. It was the next day that his son came to him in the library, where a little fire of logs had been kindled, for a chilly north- west rain had blown all the yellow maple leaves away, and the sunshine was ob- secured in driving clouds. ‘“Well, my boy,”’ said his father kindly, ‘you arc off to the city, I suppose ?’’ ‘‘Yes, sir,’”’ said Mr. Barrington Jr., a tall, straight, handsome young man, with a brown complexion and sparkling eyes. ‘And hefore I go perhaps you had better give me a check if it’s convenient.” “A check?’ said his father. “For what ?”’ “I’m about out of ready cash,’’ said Dudley carelessly, ‘and a little spending money would come very handy for current expenses.’’ “Ah! And what are you going to buy ?”’ Dudley looked at his father in amazement. “I need a summer suit, sir,”’ said he, Hand?’ — ‘Yes, yes,”” nodded the old gentleman. ‘And how much do you pay for a summer suit now ?”’ “Oh, six or seven pounds,’’ answered Dudley. *‘Six or seven pounds!” echoed Mr. Barrington. ‘‘Isn’t that rather vague?’ ““A fellow never knows exactly,’”’ ex- plained Dudley. ‘Ah, but you ought to know,’’ inter- rupted the old gentleman. ‘‘And now I am on the subject, you buy your clothes of Poole, don’t you? Aren’t there cheaper places ? Dudley ignored the question and said : “I’ve a little bill at the cigar shop to settle, and there are some new books I should like to read.”’ “‘Just send in the bills to me,’’ said the old gentleman. ‘‘I’ll pay them.’’ ‘“The hootmaker, sir.”’ ““You must try and not be too extrava- gant with your boots. Young men have so many fictitious wants nowadays. But, as I said before, let all the bills be sent to me. And as for the spending money, here is enough for the present.” He drew out a half sovereign and handed it to his son. Dudley stared at it in amazement. “I expected a check, sir,” said he, somewhat discomfited. “Did you?” “It isn’t agreeable to be put on such an allowance,”’ went on Dudley sharply. “I'm not accustomed to it.”’ ‘Not agreeable, eh?’ said his father, comfortably adjusting his feet on an em- broidered rest. ‘‘Then why do you prac- tice the system with you wife ?”’ “I give her all that she needs to spend,”’ said Dudley, coloring up. “And I have given you all that you need.” “I am a man!” said Dudley. “And she is a woman!” retorted his father. “I am the manager of your warehouse, and I claim my honest remuneration as such,’’ cried Dudley. “I am no beggar. There is not a penny that I ask for that I do not earn. “That is Millicent’s case exactly,’’ said the wise old advocate. ‘‘Shie does the work of the house and does it well. She is an economist in every sense of the word. Is it right that she should receive merely her hoard and clothes? Is she not entitled to a regular allowance to spend as she pleases? Do not think me a meddlesome old foggy. my son,’’ he added, rising and placing his hand kindly on his son’s shoulder. ‘‘But I have been observing all these things, and I merely wanted to give you a personal application of this lesson in economy. You see how it humiliates one to have to beg humbly for the money that one has honestly earned—to be called upon for an account of every penny one wishes to spend. Don’t put your wife into such a false position as this. Treat her as one of the firm of Barrington & Co.”’ “Dudley stood still a moment, ponder- ing, and then said, earnestly. “I will sir. You are right !”’ And Milly was delighted that very day tc receive a check for an ample sum of money from her husband. “Is it all for me ?’? she cried with glit- tering eyes. “Yes ; all,”” Dudley answered, laugh- ing. Bat what am I to do with so much money 2’ “Lock it up in your desk, dear,”’ he an- swered, ‘‘and spend it for your needs as they occur.” “‘But I never had so much before all at one time !’’ exclaimed the amazed Milly. ‘No, you never had, more shame to me,’’ acknowledged Dudley. ‘‘But I have come to the conclusion, Milly, that you are no child to be given a few shillings at a time. You are my housekeeper and de- serve your regularsalary. Ishall give you £5 for your own personal expenses at the beginning of every month, and you shall use and economize it as you choose. The household expenses, of course, will be paid out of the common stock.”’ *‘Oh, Dudley, I never felt so rich in my life !’? said she. ‘‘Now I can dress like other women and give a little money to the church and help the poor and feel in- dependent! And I can lay by alittle, too, Dudley, every month! Oh, you shall see what an excellent manager I can be.’’ Dudley Barrington'looked at his young wife, with a sharp prick of conscience at his heart. Why had he never made her so innocently happy before? Simply because it had never occurred to him. And Milly ran eagerly to her father-in- law. 3 ‘‘Papa,’’ she cried, ‘I am to have £5 a month all for my own self and never to give an account of a penny of it unless I please ! It is Dudley’s own offer. Isn’t he kind ?”’ And Colonel Barrington smiled and pat- ted her head aud answered with a touch of sarcasm : “Very kind indeed !"’—Chicago Times- Herald. Quer 30,000,000 People Live in the Affected Areas. The famine affected areas of British ter- ritory in India, comprise 100,000 miles containing 15,000,000 people and 250,000 miles of native States, with the same num- ber of people, this estimate being given by C. M. Rivas, of the Supreme council of India. Mr. Rivaz said he thought the extreme limit of high prices has been reached. Food supplies from Nurma and Bengal will be sufficient. Aibinos Are Fast Disappearing. Few of the Pink Eyed People Exiled From Acadie. The disappearance of the pink-eyed Pittsleys is fast being accomplished, and it is probably only a question of a few years when the albinos of Massachusetts will live only in tradition. Not a dozenof the white-haired, pink-eyed people can now be found in the region where more than 50 lived at one time a quarter of a century ago. So few are they that the younger generation about here includes many chil- dren who have not yet seen an albino where albinos were familiar sights to their father and mothers. Some people may see in this only another evidence of the law of suppy and demand. For many years the attractiveness of the albino in dime museums and circuses has been di- mished and the births of the queer little babies have also become fewer. This is the theory that is vehemently denied by the albinos themselves. They are alto- gether to shy and haughty to permit them- selves to be hired out to show folks. In- deed, they haughtily deny any suggestion that Barnum and his contemporaries ever were able to induce any of their pink-eyed white-headed ancestors to figure in side- shows, although tradition has nurtured the belief that this region formerly fur- nished al! the albinos used by museums and circuses for exhibition purposes. The more probable theory is that the disappearance of the albinos is due sole- ly to the falling off of intermarriages among the Pittsleys and Reynoldses and their observance of the laws of consang- uinity. The women, while more reserved and clannish than the men, even, have without design or forethought brought this about by marrying into families with which the Pittsleys had never been allied. These later marriages have taken them out of the unhealthful methods of life that ex- isted among them, and have probably re- sulted in the restoration of the pigment in their blood to such an amount that the family characteristic does not appear in the children of such marriages. It may be due to this, or, if you believe the Pittsleys, it is only that the hand of fate has been lifted from them. The story of the albinos begins more than a century and a half ago. It was about then that traces of them appeared in the records of the country and town in such a fashion that there is no doubt about the length of the albino line. Mem- bers of the Pierce family, of Freetown, Mass., who have been connected with the administration of town uifairs since the foundation of the settlement, have taken sufficient interest in the albino cases to keep some track of their appearances in the locality. The albinos began with the tragedy of Acadie. When the English de- ported Evangeline and her friends, not only Louisiana, but other settlements also along the Atlantic coast received their quota of the exiles. Freetown was one of these places. It had been unable to supply its quota of soldiers to the army, and at Freetown accordingly the English left fif- teen men and some women. The miserable ones who were landed in Freetown without means of sustenance went into the woods in their wretchedness and built huts and cabins for shelter. Some of the descendants of the Acadians are still living ahout Freetown, and are highly respected and in comfortable circumstances. Just which of the fifteen Acadians became the ancestors of the albinos the records do not show, but the name on the town and country records is given variously as Pittsley, Piggsley and even Hoggsley. They are generally known as ‘‘Jucket folks,”? and this is traced back to an Aca- dian with the name of Jacquet, which was corrupted into Jucket. None of the name of “‘Jucket’’ has been living for ten years, but while any of the name did live it was in miserable cabins and huts in out-of-the- way places inthe woods. The name Jucket was accordingly applied to such rude habit- ations wherever found. And they were almost always found occupied by albinos or white-headed Pittsleys. Early in the eighteenth century a Robert Pittsley made his appearance in the records as an albino. He was first heard of in 1781, and was connected in some way with the Acadian Jacquets. The Pittsleys were clannish, and the appearance of each baby with the pink- colored eyes attracted so much attention to them that they acquired a habit of moving frequently from one lonely loca- tion to some other equally remote, where a carelessly erected shelter with one room protected the largest families. Sometimes as many as thirteen adults and children occupied one room, with a loft on top, reached by a ladder. The Pittsleys resented the curiosity aroused by their appearance in villages, and resolutely burrowed deeper and deep- er into the woods, while the children grew up like little savages and led a gipsy exist- ence, until every horse trading yarn of or story of a swap in the region was laid to a white-headed Pittsley. The morality ot the women has always been above reproach, and the marriage tie always held in almost fanatical esteem. Medical authority holds the cause of al- binism to be the absence of pigment in the body and that it may be hereditary. About 100 albinos have been horn since Robert Pittsley, and the characteristic seems to be transmitted through the male and the female line. In one case they were six albino children in a Pittsley family, one only being a girl. She married and had three pink-eyed babies in her own family. One of these has married into a family of entirely different social posi- tion. Sheis a really beautiful women, with rich ruby red eyes marked with the peculiar vibrations seen in the eyes of al- binos. Her hair is exquisite. Her hus- band’s name is that of one of the most famous historical rulers of the Massa- chusetts colony. None of her children has yet appeared with the albino features. Others of the same generation have left their old haunts. They have spread them- selves over new territory in the State and in Rhode Island, and have married other than Pittsleys or Reynoldses, the latter being the only family with which for a long time they had any tender relations. No new albinos have been heard of among the children of these marriages, and it is now believed by those who have taken an interest in the peculiar people that the strain may die out rapidly. One of the characteristics that make an albino so marked is the exquisite white hair, which preserves its silkiness throngh all neglect. Where cared for properly it is soft as swan’s down, and distinctly dif- ferent from the befrizzed exhibit of the side show. The peculiarity of the red eyes is great. Apparently they are unable to sustain the light, and, furthermore, the albino desires to conceal the difference be- tween his eyes and those of ordinary peo- ple. The result is that the lids are half closed usually. But when the lids are opened and a full look is given the red eyes are startling. They vibrate and seem fo shoot lines of red light.—New York un. The South in the War. Splendid Record of Southerners in the Spanish War and in the Philippines. The long list of officers killed and wound- ed during the struggle of the last eighteen months includes a large share of Southern names. As largea share of the names known to the Southland may be found in the list of the officers of the Army and Navy who during the same time have distinguish- ed themselves for heroism. Saffold, killed Saturday at the head of his men in a charge at Noveleta in the Philippines, claimed the same Alabama home as does Hobson of Mer- rimac fame. Worth Bagley, the only naval officer killed during the Spanish War,came from North Carolina. A negro was killed by a fragment of the shell which struck Bagley down. The dying ensign asked that the negro receive the first care. Victor Blue, Southerner and Annapolis graduate, dared the fate that overtook Nathan Hale during the Revolution by traversing with a single companion the island of Porto Rico, subsequently reporting to the American authorities the disposition of the island’s defensive forces. Andrew S. Rowan, Vir- ginian and West Pointer, dared death in a similar way by piercing to the heart of Cuba before any other American soldier had set foot on its soil. Twenty years ago there entered West Point with the writer of this article two Southern boys—William E. Shipp and William H. Smith. They met each other for the first time as they left the ferryboat to toil up the steep hill leading to the hotel. Their orders of appointments as cadets gave them until the next day to report for ex- amination. The two young Southerners occupied the same room: at the hotel; they passed their examinations together; they tented together during the troublesome months of pleb camp; they roomed together during the four years of their cadet course, and finally joined the same regiment as Second Lieutenants, the Tenth United States Cavalry We used to speak of Shipp and Smith as Damon and Pythias, and more than once it was jocosely remarked that in order to carry the comradeship to a dramatic end they ought to die together. Smithand Shipp were shot and killed with- in five minutes while they were leading their dismounted black troopers up the slopes of San Juan Hill. In the same West Point class was John Heard of Mississippi. Head is now a Cap- tain in the Third United States Cavalry. On the way to take part in the battles be- fore Santiago the transport to which Heard and his immediate command were assigned ran close to a point of land where a large body of Spaniards were in ambush. The decks of the transport were swept by Mau- ser bullets for half an hour. It was neces- sary to transmit orders from forward to aft. This could only be done by the appoint- ment of a man to do the duty. Every step of the messenger’s way was one of immi- nent danger, though this fact at first was not realized. Two men were ordered to the dangerous duty, and they were both shot in quick succession. Capt. Heard said : “‘I’ll ask no more of my men to ex- pose themselves. Give me your orders.” For twenty minutes he carried messages from one end of the vessel to the other, though Mauser bullets cut his blouse,splin- tered the deck and splintered the railings about him. Every stride of his way was marked by the leaden volleys, yet he came through unscathed. Xe now wears the medal of honor given ‘For Valor.”’ In the blood of its sons in Cubaand the Philippines the union of North and South has been cemented. Commercial Men and Trusts, President Dowe, of the Commercial Travelers National League, assumes that the 250,000 traveling commercial men in the United States will be a potent if not a controlling factor in the next Presidential election. They are against trusts for the reason that the combinations of capital and energy to lessen the cost of production to consumers, largely dispense with commer- cial travelers. President Dowe declares that the 350,000 commercial men will drum anti-monopoly into the ears of 4,500,000 voters during each twenty-four hours, and he assumes that they will be the most important champions of the anti-trust cause. One feature of the political crusade of the commercial men seems to have heen over- looked by President Dowe. This is an age of free schools and universal newspapers, and every consumer of average intelligence knows that the consumers are to-day pay- ing the needless cost of the 350,000 travel- ing commercial men. Their salaries and expenses add just so much to every article consumed by the peo- ple, and the business combinations which have in nearly or quite every instance re- duced the cost of necessaries to consumer, are enabled to do so because they deal more directly with the consumers and wipe out the great army of middlemen who are to- day maintained wholly by the consumers of the country. There is very widespread hostility to the monopoly features of our trusts, but it is not because they greatly lessen the cost of production and the delivery of articles to consumers. When the iron hand of monop- oly is felt by increased prices to consumers there will be aggressive rebellion, and all classes and conditions of our people will demand such regulations of our trusts by State and nation as will strip them of the power to arbitrarily oppress the people by increased cost of products. There will be many and powerful champ- ions against trusts im the next campaign, but they will not be the commercial travel- ers of the country who must simply plead with the consumer to pay the additional cost of their support on the necessaries of life. The White Sheep of Alaska. This rare, wild white sheep, says ‘‘Out- ing’’ is found nowhere in the world but Alaska, and few specimens for mounting whole have ever been obtained. This species, named Ovisdalli by Professor Dall, differs from its cousin, the Rocky moun- tain big horn (Ovis montana) in color, O montana being a dull brown in mid sum- mer, changing to a grayish drab in winter, with a light ashy colored over the ramp all the year, while the O. dalli is snow white at all seasons—in fact there is not a colored hair on any part of his body. He is not =o stockily built as our ‘*big horn,’’ yet more trim and shapely. Two of my specimens stood forty-two inches at the shoulder. His limbs are not quite so heavy, and his horns will not average as large at the base, al- though quite as long. The horns of my largest specimen of 1897 measured forty- one and a quarter inches in circumference at the base. The flesh is the most delicious of all wild game. In the summer this sheep lives chiefly on the rich, succulent growth of the Aspleninm septentrionale, which grows in the crevices of the rock on the sunny slopes of this rugged range. This beautiful ani- mal must endure hardships to survive the winters of this icy North. An Agate Bridge. Wonderful Sight in Arizona's Petrified Forest.— Colors in Wood Turned to Stone. To my mind, next to the Grand Canyon of the Colorado, the most interesting and impressive of the natural wonders of this great Arizona museum is the petrified for- est, which is nearly 100 square miles, with- in easy distance, either on foot or horse- back, from Billings Station, on the Sante Fe Railroad ; but it can be more easily reached by carriage from Holbrook, where better accommodations can be found. The government explorers have christened it Chalcedony Park. The surface of the ground for miles and miles around is covered with gigantic logs three or four feet in diameter, petrified to the core. Many of them are translucent. All present the most beautiful shades of blue, yellow, pink, purple, red and gray. Some are like gigantic amethysts, some re- semble the smoky topaz, and some are as pure and white as alabaster. At places the chips of agate from the trunks that have crumbled lie a foot deep upon the ground, and it is easy to obtain cross sections of trees showing every vein and even the bark. Comparatively little of this agate has been used in manufacturing, although it is easy to obtain. Manufacturing jewel- ers of New York have made table tops and boxes and other articles from strips that have been sent them, and if the material were not so abundant its beauty would command enormous prices. Where you can get a carload of jewelry for nothing you are not likely to pay high prices for it. A bird’s-eye view of the petrified forests on a sunny day suggests a gigantic kaleido- scope. The surface of the earth resembles an infinite variety of rainbows. The geol- ogists say this great plain, now 5,000 feet above the sea, was once covered by a for- est, which was submerged for ages in water strongly charged with minerals, until the fibres of the trees were thoroughly soaked and transformed into eternal stone. Many of the trunks are still packed in a decom- posite of fine clay, which was left by the receding waters, but the erosion of the wind has pulverized much of the clay and carried it off in the air, exposing the se- crets that nature buried under its surface. One great tree spans a deep gulch forty feet wide. It lies where it fell centuries, perhaps ages, ago, and is a most heautiful specimen of petrified wood. The rings and the bark can he easily traced through the translucent agate, and it is firm enough and strong enough to last as many centur- ies as it has already spent in its peculiar position. It is undoubtedly the only bridge of agate in the world, and alone is worth worth a long journey to see. The Indians of the Southwest used to visit the petrified forests frequently to obtain agate for their arrow and spear heads, and the material was scattered gver the entire continent by exchange between the differ- ent tribes, from the Isthmus of Panama to Behring Strait. The great deposit here ex- plains where all the arrow heads of moss agate came from, and other weapons and implements of similar material that are found in the Indian mounds and graves of the Central and Western States. In the stone age the agate of the petrified forests was the very best material that could be obtained for both the implements of war and peace aud for the aborigines. A scalping knife could be made very easily from cue of the chips of agate and could he ground to a very fine edge. Many crystals were used for jewelry and ornament also. Roasted at the Stake. Fiendish Negro had Cremated a Family Alive. Drag- ged Perpetrator of a Hideous Crime to the Scene of His Murder and Burned Him. Joe Leflore, a negro, at St. Anue, Miss., was burned at the stake here Friday night for a crime even more horrible than the vengeance wrecked upon him. Even as he was being dragged to the spot where he knew he must be tortured to death he told with bratal frankness how, on Wednesday night, with two other negroes, he had gone to the house of J. H. Gambrill, tied Mrs. Gambrill and her four children together on the floor of the house, saturated the surroundings with kerosene, robbed the house and cremated the bound victims alive. DEAD IN THE RUINS OF THEIR HOME. Early Saturday morning the charred bodies of Mrs. Gambrill, her two grown daughters and her two little sons were found in a heap in the smoking ruins of their home. The husband, who was absent, was known to have left a large sum of money in the house, and investigation led to the certainty that not an accident, but a hide- ous crime, had occurred. It was discovered that Lefloreand anoth- er negro had disappeared, and, as circum- stances pointed to their guilt, they were pursued. THE MURDERER CAPTURED. Early last evening Leflore was captured, several miles from the scene of the murder. He vigorously protested his innocence, and tried to convince the posse which cap- tured him that Bob and Andrew Smith had committed the crime. But finally he broke down, and said that he was guilty. He said he hoped for no mercy, and recited all the details of what he had done. He declared that Bob and Andrew Smith were with him, and these two were also captured. BURNED ON SCENE OF HIS CRIME. “Burn him!” “Burn him alive !” yelled the mob, and dragging the three negroes along, it started back to St. Anne’s. On the way Andrew Smith escaped. The other two were taken to the yard where the Gambrill residence had stood, and tied to stakes driven in the ground. Wood from the ruins of the house were piled high around them and then set on fire. Bob Smith had not confessed, and fran- tically protested his innocence. Finally the mob began to doubt his guilt, and he was cub loose, badly burned, but not fatally. No such mercy was shown to Leflore. He made no effort to deny his guilt as the flames rose around him, and his pleading was only that some one in’ mercy send a bullet through his head. The crowd made no response save jeers and reproaches, and stood about him grim- ly watching his torture until his cries ceas- ed, and he was burned to a crisp. Here's a Little Bee Story. Robbed of their Honey, they Promptly Re-seized It. A curious incident of the bee world, says London Z7it-Bits, is reported from Hamp- shire. A cottager took two large bars of honey and a square section from one of his hives. This honey he put in a large pan and covered it with a cloth, placing it in an upstairs room of his cottage. During the day the bees got scent of the honey through the open window, and the whole hive entered the room, crept under the cloth cover, and took away all the honey in an incredibly short time, and stored it in their hive again. The quantity was about ten pounds in weight. A Blind Hunter, “Tom” Johnson, of Jessamine County, Ky., Is a Ver- itable Wonder. Near this place, among the cliffs of Jessamine county, is the modest home of ‘Tom’ Johnson. Since early youth Johnson has been blind, but notwithstaud- ing this fact, he is one of the most enthusi- astic fox hunters in the State. Often he follows his hounds alone among the Ken- tucky Kiver cliffs, going at a gallop that one with keen vision would not dare imi- tate, and although he has been doing this for many years he has never met with an accident. He knows every nook and crook * in the cliffs, and when he comes to a very dangerous point he dismounts, takes hold of his horse’s tail and the animal guides him to safety. A short time ago a party of hunters from Madison and Garrard counties came here and with the local hunters spent several nights chasing the fox. Johnson was with them, and on the second night they lost their bearings, became separated, and none of them except Johnson was able to make their way out of the cliffs that night. The following day three of the hunters came to- gether at Wolf’s Point. Much apprehen- sion was felt for the safety of the blind man and they decided to go to his home, several miles away, to learn of him. They did so and found him seated on the veran- da playing the violin. Jobnson owns several fine hounds and frequently trades dogs, and gets the best of it about as often as he is worsted, he possessing the wonderful ability of tell- ing by touch the animal’s good qualities, the color of the coat and the number of spots on the body, and he can always tell his dogs from the others by feeling them. Years ago, Philip Harrison, an old hunter, died in this county, and in his will he bequeathed his fox horn to Col- onel Jack Chinn, of Harrodsburg. A few weeks ago Johnson rode over to Colonel Chinn’s and the horn was shown him. He had hardly taken it in his hands when he exclaimed : “Why, this is Phil Harri- sons old horn, and I haven’t seen it before in twenty-five years.” It was Johnson who solved the “Phan. tom Fox’’ mystery that for many months puzzled the hnnters of this and other counties. Week in and week out this fox Jed the dogs a merry dance, but each night, after ranning the dogs nearly t death, its trail would be lost in the blue- grass pasture in the Poor Nick neighbor- hood. Johnson heard of this and sent word that he wanted to hunt the phantom, 50 a hunt was arranged. On the appointed day hunters from Garrard, Boyle, Lincoln, Madison, Washington and Anderson Coun- ties congregated near Ebenezer Church with the pick of their packs, determined to give the phantom the run of his life. Reynard was jumped at 8 o'clock at night, and after traversing many miles of country with the dogs in hot pursuit he reached the pasture at 12 o'clock, and there, as before, his trail vanished. John-‘ sen, mounted on a fine saddle horse, led the chase, and reaching the pasture he heard the tinkling of several bells and was told that a flock of fifty sheep were grazing in the same pasture. *‘That explains it,’’ exclaimed the sightless Johnson; ‘‘you will (ind Mr. Fox on the back of one of those sheep.” And such proved to be the case. Upon bezoming tired the sly animal would strike for the pasture, mount the back of one of the Cotswolds and take a ride, thus bafiling the hunters. For Whom Yeon May Vote. Officicl Ballot of Eight Columns Certified by State Secretary. The official ballot to be cerified by the Secreiary of the Commonwealth this year will contain eight columns. They will run across the face of the hallot in this order : tepublican—State Treasurer, James E. Barnett ; Judge of the Supreme Court, J. Hay Brown ; Judge of the Superior Court, John I.. Mitchell. Democratic—State Treasurer, William T. Creasy ; Supreme. Court, S. Leslie Mes- trezat ; Superior Court, Charles J. Reilly. Prohibition—State Treasurer, John M. Caldwell ; Supreme Court, Agib Ricketts ; Superior Court, Harold L. Robinson. People’s—State Treasurer, Justus Wat- kins ; Supreme Court, John H. Stevenson ; Superior Court, Nathan L. Atwood. Socialist Labor—Court will determine next week which faction of the party, which has filed two sets of nominations, is entitled to a place on the ballot. Union Reform-—State Treasurer, Samuel D. Wood ; Supreme Court, John H. Stev- enson ; no nomination for Superior Court. Bryan Anti-Trust--State Treasurer Wm. T. Creasy ; Supreme Judge S. Leslie Mes- trezat ; Superior Court, Charles J. Reilly. The eighth and last column is blank and reserved for the voter who is not pleased with any of the tickets, and who desires to vote for other persons not named hy any party. —-—An action of the Presbyterian church gynod in Western Pennsylvania brings into prominence a pathetic illustration of those who are growing old and being forced by declining years from active use- fulness. The synced decided to remove Dr. A. B. Miller from the presidency of Waynes- barg College, a responsibility he had filled for the past forty-nine years. The only reason given for the change was that Doc- tor Miller had become too aged for the work, and he was proffered the chair of philosophy at the nominal compensation of $800 per year. Most touchingly the vener- able college president pleaded that he might be allowed to round out a half cen- tury of service before being finally shelved, submitting in his support a petition, signed by all but one of the 400 students in the institution last year, asking that he be re- * tained. But the synod was not to be, moved, and Dr. Miller was deposed. A THOUSAND TONGUES could not ex- press the rapture of Annie E. Springer, of Philadelphia, when Dr. King’s New Dis- covery cured her of a hacking cough that for many years had made life a burden. She says : ‘‘After all other remedies and doctors failed it soon removed pain in my chest and I can now sleep soundly, some- thing I can scarcely remember doing before. I feel like sounding its praises throughout the Universe.” Dr. King’s New Discov- ery is guaranteed to cure all troubles of the Throat, Chest or Lungs. Price 50c. and $1.00. Trial bottles free at I. Potts Green’s Drug Store. ——Remember in shipping your ap- ples this year that the barrel must be of legal dimensions or be marked ‘‘short barrel’’ under penalty of $5 for every small barrel used. The specified size is: Head diameter, 17} inches; length of stave, 27} inches; bulge not less than 64 inches out- side measurement. f
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