Peworralic, Wald Beilefonte, Pa., October 24, 1902. REAL ESTATE. For sale: A lot in Betty’s heart, But recently vacated (The former owner having been By Dun too poorly rated) Location fine; adjoining lots All owned by persons wealthy; Exposure northern; not too cold For incomes strong and healthy. For sale : A lot in Betty’s heart; Most carefully restricted ; (The former owner tried to build From plans that much conflicted !) . A bargain most unusual ; All millionaires or other Prospective purchasers apply To Betty or her mother. — Puck. HOW MARGARET CAME BACK. He stumbled against me on Margaret's doorstep, and then begged my pardon in a voice so hopeless that I turned to look at him. He was a big young man, dark and muscular. His unseeing eyes were fixed on something very black in bis immediate fu- ture. “Who is he Margaret?’ I asked, push- ing on into the little laundry, where a young woman with rusty colored hair bent over an ironing board. ‘The plague of my life,’’ said Margaret, shortly. Then, witha vindictive pound at the shirt bosom she was ironing, ‘‘Didn’t von say yourself, Miss Wayne, thas I was a real ornament to my profession ?”’ “Indeed you are, Margaret. No one can wash and iron as you do.” ‘Well, then,” (another jab at the help- less male garment), ‘‘why shonld Igive up being an ornament and making money at it, and go to cleaning his old floors, and cooking his old dinners, and walloping his old pots and kettles?’ She flung off the two appealing shirt sleeves, which had showed a tendency to assume the attitude of prayer, and ground the iron with all her strength into the prostrate bosom. ‘‘Why should I?’ she repeated. “No reason in the world, Margaret,” T assented, cordially ; ‘particularly as you are the only laundress in town to whom I dare intrust my rose waist.”” I untied my par- cel, revealing a light hodice stamped with tiny roses. ‘‘Auy one else would send it back looking like Swinburne’s ‘Ruined Garden.” But I can trust you not to let the pink run.” It was a June evening. Margaret's face was pale with fatigue until she chanced to look out through the doorway. ‘‘Margaret, Margaret,’’ I exclaimed, ‘‘you are letting the pink run !”’ She glanced at the waist in dismay. “Into your cheeks, Imean.”” I followed her glance and saw at the gate one hundred and seventy pounds of drooping misery waiting for me to depart. ‘‘Don’t tell me he hasn’t any chance !’’ I said, laughing as I retreated. The young man took my place with promptitude. His forehead was so narrow that bis thick locks grazed his eyebrows, and his chest so broad that his presence erowded the yard. The next time I saw Margaret the fires of coquetry were burning brightly, while the stranger seemed as confirmed a part of the establishment as the ironing board it- self. Margaret’s eyes refused to meet mine in those days, but there was something in the pose of the rusty head that did not sug- gest the idea of surrender. The enemy was dogged rather than cheerful, and I ob- served that his jaws were constructed on a scale to match his chest, not his brow. For several weeks thereafter I never saw the pretty laundress apart from her black shadow, soit was without surprise that I learned in September that Margaret was shortly to be married. ‘‘I’ve got to get him out of my sight some way,’’ said she. “I can’t have him always under foot.” “Do you think he is the sort of person to make you happy ?°’ Iasked ; for I hada prevision that furniture would be broken before the end of the honeymoon. ‘Oh, Jake's got his faults ; but then—"’ with magnanimity—*‘‘so have I. We'll get along as well as the most of married folks.” Margaret's tone was willfully prosaic ; her eyes were intentionally matter-of-fact ; she put an expression of determination on the soft, rosy curves of her lips. By these means she effectually concealed —according to her own notion—the fact that she was very happy. As for Jake, he went whist- ling up the street directly under my win- dow mext day, and it was as if a brass band in full blast had gone by, playing the air that conquering heroes most delight to hear. It must have been some time in the fol- lowing spring that I sent for Margaret's husband to aid in the preparation of some flower beds. He was an excellent garden- er, but it was plain to be seen that he had reverted to his original condition of impreg- nable gloom. There was something in his immediate vicinity less pleasant than the smell of newly upturned soil. ‘‘Jake,’’ I said, ‘‘why is it you have been drinking? Margaret told me you never did such a thing.”’ “It’s her that’s driven me to it,”’ he de- clared savagely, making a fierce thrust with the spade. ‘‘She enough to drive a man to the devil.” I buried three bulbsin earth and covered them carefully. Then I said, ‘‘You were not made. to be driven, Jake. Don’t you know what Longfellow says ? ‘Be not like dumb, driven cattle, Be a hero in the strife.’ . ‘“’Tisn’t so easy to be a hero every day,’’ be muttered. ‘‘I can’t stand her aggravat- ing ways. And I guess I won’t have to any longer,’’ he added, forlornly. ‘‘She’s gone off and left me.”’ : “Gone off and left you ?'’ I echoed. “Three days ago,’’ he said with dry lips. . ‘Oh, she’ll come back to you, Jake. She’ll be sure to come back. Give hera week to cool off in.” Jake went on with his spading so vigor- ously that the beads stood out on his brow. Then, as though activity of the pores had communicated sympathetic life to the organs of speech, he teld me the whole story. ‘I came in on Saturday noon feeling just as peaceable as I ever felt in my life, hut tur’ble hugry, too; for I’d been workin’ at Dr. Harkinson’s lawn ever since sun-ap, with only a snack for breakfast. So when I came in and found Marg’et down on her knees scrubbing the kitchen floor, and not a sign of dinner on the stove, though ’twas alter twelve o'clock, Isaid, ‘Marg’et, T wish you'd stop that work and get me some din- ner, for I’m starving hungry.” ‘I guess you can wait till I get this floor done,’ she said. ‘I guess I ean’t,’ said I. ‘I guess you’ll- have to,” said she, in a kind of a sneering tone. ‘Well, I guess I won't then,” said I. ‘I'll go to the pantry and get my own grub’; and I started across the room. Marg’et was up like a flash. ‘You ghan’t go across my clean floor in your muddy boots,’ she screamed. ‘You shan’t mess up my pantry shelves.’ Idid’nt pay no attention—just strode right on—and the first thing I knowed,she’d slung a dipper of her dirty suds right in my face.” The soap in them stung my eyes so I couldn’t see for | a minute, and then I was boiling mad. I just pounced on her, and lifted her straight up in the air and set her down good and hard on the wash bench, and held ber there. She couldn't mova her arms, for I had ’em gripped tight, so she made an ugly face at me. And then I held her wrists with my left band, and hit her a clip across the face with the other. I didn’t strike her hard enough to make her cry—nor near as hard as I wanted to hit her—but 'twas the first ime I'd ever struck her in my life, and it seemed to turn her just raving crazy. She grabbed up the whole bucket of sorub- bing water and threw it at me. I dodged, and it all went kersplash on the clean floor. Then I laughed ; for the hotter she got the more devilish hateful I felt. She stood up by the wood box, and fired sticks of wood at me. I dodged ’em all, and laughed every time she missed. One of ’em broke a window; another crashed into a cupboard with glass doors where we kept our pretty wedding china. ‘Stop that, you maniac !’ I yelled, and she did stop; but she did something that hurt me a good deal worse than if all them hickory sticks had hit me straight between the eyes.” She turned all bard and white as though she had froze solid, and says she, in a slow awful tone, ‘Jake—Bundy—I—will—never—darken— your—doors—again.’ And then she went.” “‘It was a pity that both of you were an- gry at the same time,’’ I said, in the usual platitudinizing style of unfettered virgin- ity. ' TS ake’s great chest heaved tumultuously and sank again. ‘I never felt so mean in all my life,”” he said, after finishing his work with a speed and strength that brought out a fresh collection of beads on his brow. ‘’Twouldn’t have hurt me none to wait for my dinner, and the dipperful of suds didn’t damage me—it made me clean- er, if anything.”’ “But,’’ I exclaimed, rather surprised at this change of heart, ‘‘ycu said at first that she was enough to drive a man to—to—"’ “1 know; and that’s the way I feel some- times. But generally I wish to goodness I didn’t feel one mite to blame—not one mite. Then I could hold up my bead. She’ll never forgive me,”’ he added hope- lessly; “‘she’ll never come back.”’ “Oh, yes, she will, Jake,” I said, with the easy optimism of an outsider who has nothing at stake. But as the months went on it became evident that Jake was right. Margaret did not come back. She resumed her old busi- ness of delicate laundering. 1 confess that the sight of her pretty head and round, sat- isfied, saucy face, bent over the ironing board, filled me with deep disapproval. There was no sign of remore here, no gnaw- ings of conscience, no surge of self condem- pation. If Margaret entertained a poor opinion of her own part in the recent un- pleasantness, slie certainly had a genius for concealment. “Why, Margaret,’”’ I said one day, stop- ping in at her little lanndry on my way up town, ‘‘how well you are looking; and your husband seems so miserable.” “It’s his own fault,”’ she snapped, set- ting down the iron with a bang. I think so, too. TI can’t imagine what he is dreaming about, keeping away from you all this time, when he might be wooing and winning you all over again.”’ “Him ?”? Her blue eyes blazed. Then she dropped them to the pillow sham be- fore her. ‘Woo me he can try,”’ she said, with cool scorn, ‘but win me he never can.” ‘‘Well, Margaret,’”’ I said, after another survey of her flushed prettiness and a men- tal image of the stalwart young fellow pin- ing for her sake, ‘‘if you were in a story, I know what would happen to you. You would take typhoid fever of a virulent type, and your parched lips would murmur iJake’ several times before he would be given a chance to snatch you from the clutch of Death.” Margaret’s tantalizing little laugh rang out. ‘‘Oh, but I'm notin a story,’’ she declared triumphantly. “I’m real flesh and blood. And what’s more,’’ she added with intense satisfaction, ‘I’m my own boss.”’ There was no disputing these statements. On summer evenings after that I seldom passed the house without a glimpse of a shapely black head drooping at the door- step. On the occasion when I invented an errand within, it was easiiy to be seen that domestic happiness was the subject of the visitor's remarks. Margaret was in her most coquettish, most unreasonable mood. She was sparkling, snappy, and cheerful as an open fire. The sweets of independence and the bliss of being sought after were alike hers. But suffering was written on the white face and black brows of her lover. When the first hard frost came, and Jake was removing my plants to winter quarters, I plead with him against the folly of humil- ity. ‘“‘Any man or woman,” I said, ‘‘who turns himself or herself into a door-mat must expect to be stepped on. Show her that you respect yourself. Make her re- spect you.” He smiled sadly. ‘‘She knows she can twist me round her little finger.” ‘Well, then, stay away from her for two or three weeks. Give her a chance to miss your devotion, and perhaps to sigh for it.” He lightened up at the last suggestion. “I'd go to Californy,’’ he said, “if I thought she’d follow me.”’ : Before the close of a fortnight T made a point of calling on Margaret. She was turning over a pile of cobweb textured cur- tains with the intelligent touch of an artist. But her eyes were a little weary, and there was something about the curves of the mouth that suggested contrition. ‘Have you seen your husband lately ?”’ I asked after a few preliminaries. She made a gesture of dissent. “I heard him say something last week about going to California.” Margaret lifted her hands from the light foam of suds in the wash bowl before her. ‘And leave me?’ she questioned sharply. “Why not? You left him.’ “‘He’d never do that,’ she declared. ‘‘He couldn’t get along without coming to see me.” She rubbed a hit of lace with con- vietion, J ‘‘Apparently that is the way he has been getting along lately. Ishould think a gar- dener would do well in California. And there he conld get a divorce—or perhaps marry some nice girl without one.”’ The white foam spattered on the table. “You don’t know Jake! He’s the most honorable, the noblest—truest—?’ she stop- ped suddenly and turned flame red. “But what good do his virtues do him when his wife won’t live with him ?”’ She tightened his lips by way of reply and turned the conversation. It was fully a month later when I called again on Margaret. A few moments after my arrival the door opened to admit Jake. There was a new light in his eye, a new lift to his head. Margaret,s face brighten- ed with the coquette’s inherent love of bat- tle. She was prettily dressed in a crisp white muslin, and was leaning restfully back in a low rocker, a picture of bewitch- ing femininity. *‘I've come to take youn home, Marg'et,”’ said Jake, with resolution in his voice. *‘I can’t stand it any longer without you.”’ *‘Oh, I guess you can,’’ said she, with a laugh of flattered vanity. ‘No, I can’t. I’ve missed you every day since you left me, and I’ve loved you every day, and I can’t stand it any longer.”’ “Oh, can’t yon ?”’ with an indescribable intonation. ‘*‘Well, what are you goin’ to do about it?" “I’m going to take you back with me, Marg’et.”’ ‘Well, I guess you won’t.’” “Yes, I will. I’ve told you more’na hundred times that I’m as sorry as I can be I treated you so, and I'm goin’ to treat you white after this. But you got to give mea chance to treat you white. You've got to come back with me, Marg’et.’’ ‘Oh, I have to, have 1?” “Yes, you'll have to, because you won’s come of your own accord.”” He approach- ed her and laid his hand on her shoulder. She flung it off. ‘‘How dare you touch me ?’’ she cried. She was standing now with angry, insulted eyes. ‘Because I love you—and you love me, Marg’et.”’ “I don’t either. I can’t bear the sight of you. Get out of my house !"”’ “‘Not till you're ready to come with me, Marg’et.”’ “T'H never be ready.” ‘‘Yes, you will. You'll be ready in five minutes.’’ He took out an old watch and laid in on the table. Silence settled on the room with the oppressiveness of a thunder-cloud. Then Margaret spoke with short, panting breaths. ‘‘It’s a pretty story—if I’m to be —bossed by you!” “1Tisn’t me that’s bossing you, Marg’et. It’s love. And love has been bossing me ever since I first saw you.” ‘‘Well, then,” said Margaret, with a tremulous smile, ‘‘you just put that watch away and quite your fooling.”’ “There’s only two minutes left, Mar- g'et.”’ “Quit your fooling, I say,’’ she repeated angrily. Silence again. tick. ““There’s only one minute left, Marg’et.”’ The tone of his voice was that of inevita- bleness. It was as assured as death—ae as- sured as love, which is ‘‘strong as death.” In asudden tumult of resistance, she sprang to a door leading upstairs. He was there before her, his solemn figure barring the way. : “Leave me alone,’? she panted. “I will not,’’ he said. Her flaming blue eyes met his tragic black ones. “You must come with me, Marg’et ; I can’t live without you.”’ “I won't! I won’tdoit! ‘Yes, you will, Marg’et.”’ She whirled round to escape by the out- er door, and he, while her back was toward him, put his arms around her waist, and bore her struggling and vociferating out of the house. Down the street they went, not very rap- idly, for Margaret was by no means a weak- ling, and progress was considerably imped- ed by the prostestations of her well develop- ed muscles. ‘‘He’s got her! He's got her !’’ shouted the small boys, who follow- ed on as at a circus procession. ‘Oh, you brute, you villian I’ screamed Margaret, beside herself with rage and shame, ‘let me go this minute I” Her voice rose toa shriek. ‘Let me go! Let mego!”’ It was nearly twilight, and the streets were filled with home returning pedestrians, who viewed the scene, some with smiles, some with out spoken indignation. Jake stopped for neither denunciation nor ridi- cule. ‘‘She’s my wife,’ he said. ‘‘I can’t live without her.”” ‘‘Oh, yes. she’s his wife,’ sarcastically exclaimed a well dress- ed woman beside me. ‘‘It doesn’t matter how much a man humiliates his wife.” “Shameful I” exclaimed another. ‘‘Pre- tend to care for her, and yet make her the laughing stock of the town !”’ A murmur of wrath, mingled with a sense of outrage, rose from the crowd against the domestic tyrant. Jake paid no attention. “Oh, I bate you !”” cried Margaret, gathering all her strength in a final burst of concentrat- ed venom. ‘I hate you! I HATE you!’ Jake, unmoved, pushed resolutely on. At the busiest crossing, which they now approached, some miracle took place in the heart of Margaret. Her screams ceased. Her struggles ceased. Borne forward as she was with her back to her husband, she put up her hand in a gesture of pure wife- liness to his face—the palm pressed softly against his cheek. ‘Let me go,Jake,’’ she whispered, ‘‘and I'll walk hone with you.” Instantly they were walking side by side. The crowd dispersed, for the show was over; and in a few minutes they were at their own gate. Jake's wet eyes were fixed up- on his wife, who, throwing herself on the familiar door step, gave way to a storm of weeping. All the vanity, obstinacy, and bad temper that had infected her naturally loving heart was washed away in that ten- der flood. Then, blinded with tears, she rose and made her way slowly, hesitating- ly, but surely, to the waiting arms of the man who stood apart, scarce daring to com- fort her, and laid her head upon his yearn- ing breast,—By Ethelwyn Wetherald in The Outlook for October. I could hear the watch I will not!” Se ————————— Length of Drunkard’s Life. In Serious Cases the Duration of His Existence is Fifteen Years. More interesting and remarkable per- haps, than any other disclosures made by Dr. Dana are those relating to the capacity of men for drink and the duration of life among habitual inebriates. On the latter point the conclusions reached are that in se ious cases the duration of life is abount fifteen years, the maximum being over forty years. In general, it is said that hard drinking can rarely be carried on for more than twenty years, and it generally brings the victim to grief at about the age of forty. Refering to persons who drink most heavily and frequently, it is said it takes ten or fifteen years to bring on de- mentia or insanity, during which time ib may be estimated that each inebriate con- sumes about 2,000 gallons of intoxicants. A man sixty-five years old confessed to Dr. Dana that he had been drunk twice a day for three years, making about 2,000 intox- ications; another man of forty bad been drunk weekly for tweuty years, and a third aged forty-three. and had been drunk a thousand times in fifteen years. Two thousand ‘‘drunks’’ is set down as the maximum limit in any ordinary inebriate experience. The favorate combination for haid drinkers was found to be beer and whiskey, and beer alone well up in the scale. Other beverages used by the in- ebriates included cocoa wine, Jamaica, gin- ger, and tincture of soap. A remarkable absence of alcoholism was found in wine drinkers.— Leslie's Weekly Killed His Partners. Former President of Bottling Company then Commits Suicide. The Tragedy Occurs in the Office of a Law Firm—Murderer Accused by His Victims of Embezzling $5,000. William C. Turner, of New York shot and killed Robert Hamilton, of Pittsburg, and W. J. Mallard in the office of the law firm of Canton, Adams & McIntyre, in Broad street, last week and then commit- ted suicide. Turner was at one time treas- urer of the Climax Bottling company, in which the other two men were interested, and the three met recently to effect a set- tlement growing out of au alleged default on the part of Tarner. Daring the conference a heated discéussion arose, and Turner drawing a revolver killed Hamilton, and Mallard, and then turning the weapon up- on himself committed suicide. Turner came from Mount Vernon, N. Y. Turner was also president of the Bot- tling company, and it is alleged that he was a defaulter to the sum of $5,000 in his accounts and he met his victims by ap- pointment to effect a settlement. A member of the law firm in whose of- fices the shooting occurred said that after the three had been in conference Turner : said ‘Well, here’s a check of $5,000.’ With thas he put his band in his pocket, flashed out a revolver and fired point blank at Mallard. Hamilton made a jump for Turner and grappled with him, and the latter turned his revolver on Hamilton and killed bim. Before any one could get in- to the room the murderer killed himself. Another account says that in the discus- sion he called Mallard a vile name. Turner had been told what the experts had found in his accounting. and was in- formed that he would have to settle or be prosecuted by law. The matter drifted along for three or four months, and there was constant wrangling on both sides. Several conferences were held between the law firm and Turner, in which Mr. MclIn- tyre, who is the ex-assistant district attor- ney, took an active part. Turner at last agreed to pay the money, and a meeting was arranged in the lawyer's office. When Turner arrived he asked for Mr. McIntyre, who was out. After a'short talk Turner said that he had a check with him, buat it was not certified. He then said that he would bring it to the office. There wasa long conference, which, it is said, was very unpleasant on both sides. Lawyer Leventritt, Turner's counsel, who also was present, finally turned around and asked Turner for the check. Turner replied that he would produce it, but instead drew the revolver. ‘Yes I’m going to give you the check. I'm going to kill you, you 2 ALL SHOT IN HEAD. Mallard jumped up, and ran behind Mr. Adams, who was on the opposite side of the table from Turner, but Tarner’s bullet took effect, killing Mallard almost instant- ly. His body fell behind Adams, and partly bebind a desk. No one who was in the room could tell how Hamilton was shot. From the position of the body it would appear that he tried to stop Turner’s purpose to kill. He also was shot in the head. Turner then placed the revolver in his right ear and pulled the trigger. His death was instantaneous. The men in the room at the time were John J. Adams, of the firm, who was act- ing for Mr. Melutyre; Edgar M. Leventritt, Mr. Tarner, Mr. Goodman, who was pres- ent as a notary public; Mr. Mallard and Mr. Hamilton. Borough President Jacob Cantor made the following statement with reference to the murder and suicide : ? “I understand that the man who did the shooting was the ex-president of the Climax Bottling company, of Pittsburg, the men shot were the president and secretary of the company. My partner, Mr. McIntyre, was counsel for the firm, and I understand that it bad been alleged that Turner was short in his accounts. ‘“The three met in the office of Mr. Me- Intyre last night to try to come to a settle- ment, and the expresident gave a check for a sam of money to the other two. The check was not certified, and the three were to meet again today. When they met $his morning my partner was in court. “Mr. Adams informed me that he was in his room writing, when he heard a shot, followed by several othershots. When the smoke bad cleared away he found the three men dead on the floor.”’ Jewish Holiday om Christmas Day. By Coincidence Hanuka will be Celebrated This Year on December 25. S8uccoth’s End Tuesday. For the first time in many decades Ha- nuka. one of the most important Hebrew holidays, will this year take place on De- cember 25th, the date of the Christmas festival. Arrangement of the Hebrew zalendar is such that the holy days fall on a different date each gear The fact that there are thirteen tnonths between two Rosh Has- honnas, or New Year Days, and further dependence for the date on the phases of the moon, often vary these dates as much as two months in succeeding years. : Succoth, the feast of Tabernacles, which Jews are now celebrating, will bring to an end on Tuesday the important chain of sacred days, including Rosh Hashonna and Yom Kippur, which have been observed during the last two weeks. Hanuka is the Feasts of Lights and is one of the most joyous in the Hebrew cal- endar. It commemorates the victory of the sons of Israel over the forces of Rome. A legend, still repeated by the rabbis, re- cites that when the Maccabees recovered their temple in Syria the perpetual lamp in the sanctuary was still burning bright- ly, although not a drop of oil was in the bowl. To recall this incident, Jewish homes are brightly decorated and candles burned. Presents are enchanged and these are fes- tivities of a nature which bave earned for the day the name of the Hebrew Christmas. Negro Claims Eclipse Brought Back His Voice. —Howard Merriman, an aged negro, who is employed at the treasury depart- ment, in Washington assercs that his voice was restored by the eclipse of the moon last Thursday night. Merriman’s voice has been almost entirely gone for many montbs.. It was with the utmost difficulty that he conld make himself hear. When he reported for duty at the depart- ment Friday, the captain of the watch was astounded to hear the old man speak in a loud, clear voice. He declared that directly upon the passage of the eclipse he felt his voice changing. He did not know how it could have affected him, but he was convinced that the eclipse was the cause of the restoration of his voice. He then went to the office where he is employed and astonished the clerks by speaking to them in the same loud voice. In a short time the [news of his recovery was spread throughout the building, and for two days Merriman bas been busy answering inquir- ies and displaying his ‘‘new born voice,” as the olerks call it. Population of China. Some Figures Which Explain Certain Customs of the Chinese. The Chinese government has made a re- census of the population of China proper, according to which the inhabitants number ahout 426,000,000 souls. There are rea- sons for believing that this figure may be approximately correct. The figures for China’s population usually printed bave been those of the Chinese census modified by writers on China whose opinions are re- garded as worth considering. Faith in the Chinese figures has !fluctuated; at times they have been accepted for years and then rejected on account of the increasing num- ber of writers who disputed their accuracy. In recent years more credence has been given to the Chinese statistics: of popula- tion. Two years ago Mr. E. M. Kohler, a German geographer well acquainted with various parts of China, expressed the view that though the methods of the Chinese census are inexact they are more trust- worthy than the estimates of foreigners who know only a small part of the coun- try. He gave excellent reasons for assum- ing that 380,000,000, the Chinese figure of 1882, was approximately accurate; and this has been generaly accepted by statisticians for the population of the country twenty years ago. The present enumeration is only 13,000,000 more than the Chinese fig- ure for 842. We have little idea in our country of the density of population produced by crowd- ing 426,000,000 people into China proper. That region is less than half as large as the United States without Alaska;and yet, if the president figures are accepted, there are about as many people in the nineteen prov- inces as in the whole of Europe and near ly six times as many as there are in the United States. We may, perhaps; give an idea of the density of population on the plains of China, where the people live most thickly together, by stating that if the whole population of the United States and 40,000,000 more were crowded into the state of Texas the density of population would be about equal to the Yaungtse Valley and of the plain extending north and south be- tween the lower couses of the Yangtse and the Hoang rivers. No wonder the Chinese are compelled to terrace and till their mountain slopes even to a height of 8,000 feet; and that every square foot of land that can be made to raise food is kept in constant service and at the highest point of fertility. In his book *‘Through Hidden Shensi,”” Mr. Nie- hols gives a graphical picture of those terraced mountains which he saw every- where in the northern provices west of the plains of Chihli. He found the rugged beauty of the mountains obscured by the terraces that cover them from base to sum- mit. These terraces are kept in place by stone walls four feet high extending along the mountain slopes. Every inch of ground between the mountain side and the edge of the walls is under cultivation, usually with wheat or some other variety of grain. One of his photographs gives a remarkable view of a plain almost circular in form surround- ed by mountains whose terrace, viewed from a superior height, look like tiers of seats in some colossal amphitheatre. Eiloped with His Own Wife. Connecticut Man Thought Her a Widow He was Courting. A dispatch from New Haven, Conn., to the New Yoik ‘‘ World’ says : ““At a table in the Allen house dining room sat a young man and a woman whose face was concealed by a black veil. She carried a bunch of white chrysanthemums. The man reached over and touched her gloved left hand. She drew it away and lifted her veil. The man leaped from his chair as though somebody had touched him with an electric wire. “So good of you to take me out, dear,’ said the woman, sweetly. y “The man picked up his bat and coat, ran all the way to the railroad station and bought a ticket for New Orleans. As he hoarded the train he was heard to ejaculate one word—‘Strung !’ Never had a man more right to say it, for he had eloped from Meriden with his own wife, thinking her a widow to whom he had been paying attentions. ‘*According to the story it came to the ears of Mrs. Harriet Falkner, of Yalesville, a few weeks ago that her husband was spending time and money on a fascinating widow in Meriden. Mrs. Falkner played detective. She shadowed her husband and the widow while they sat on a bench in a park and arranged for an elopement. “I will wear a black veil and carry a bunch of white ehrysanthemums,’ said the widow. ‘Oh, yon will?’ muttered the wife from a secure hiding-place in the shrub- bery. ‘Well, so will I. “And so it came to pass that as the wid- ow waited at the specified railroad station in Meriden, wearing a black veil and car- rying a bunch of white chrysanthemums, she was approached by another woman wearing a black veil. +¢ +A gentleman from Yalesville is wait- ing for you at the Tracy depot,’ said the woman in the black veil to the widow. ‘Away went the widow to the Tracy depot. The wife in the black veil bought a bunch of white chrysanthemums and took the place of the widow. Along came the husband. He heckoned the woman with the black veil and the chrysanthe- mums to board a train to New York. “The cars were crowded, and they did not sit together. On arriving at New York they walked up Asylum street to- gether to the Allen house without speak- ing. ¢¢ ‘My husband was very tender,’ relates Mre. Falkner, ‘squeezing my arm as we walked along. When we were seated in the Allen house, after he had suggested supper be said : ‘Just a glance at your sweet face, my darling.” ¢ ‘He got it, and I baven’t heard from him since. He hasn’t even sent home for his olothes.’ ”’ Heavy Freight Traffic. The freight traffic over the Pennsylvania railroad is the heaviest at the present time in years. The movement east is immense and as a result the Altoona yards are in a congested condition. Pittsburg division crews are delivering trains faster than the yard can receive them, and orders have been issued to store the trains on the mountain sidings and take the engines and cabins to Altoona. State Board Against Spitting. Dr; Benjamen Lee, Secretary of the State Board of Health, is sending out notices to the effect that the board has adopted a res- olution requiring cities and boroughs to enforce the ordinance prohibiting the spit- ting on sidewalks, floors of cars and pub- lic places. The penalty for violation of the ordinance is from $5 to $25 fine or im- prisonment. Contractor Accused of Marder. Pittsburg Man Arrested on Brother's Alleged Con- fession—8aid He Killed City Treasurer of New Castle in 1899. Frank J. Field, a prominent contractor of Pittshurg, was taken to New Castle on Wednesday morning charged with the murder of City Treasurer John Blevins. Charles McClaren, after securing what pur- ports to be a deathbed confession of Judson Field, a brother of the accused, who died in Kansas several months ago, brought the information. The accused protests his in- nocence and says he can easily prove the assertion. A lively tilt occurred Wednesday night, when the prisoner was in the ‘‘sweat-box.”’ At the same time the attorney for the de- fense James Wakefield, of Pittshurg, ar- rived at police headguarters and asked to see his client. District Attorney Mebard refused the request. Wakefield secured a permit from the court, but he was only able to meet his client nearly two hours after the latter had left the ‘‘sweat-box.” On the grounds of not being allowed to see his prisoner previous to the latter's being closely questioned, the attorney for the de- fense claims that whatever evidence may have been gained in the ‘‘sweat-box’’ will be ruled out by the court. The clue upon which the arrest for muar- der was made comes from Gorham, Kan., where Judson Field, a brother of the de- fendant, died several months ago. With him at the deathbed was H. R. Peek, of that city. The latter secured what pur- ports to be a confession from Judson Field just previous to his death, in which he ad- mits the murder of the late city treasurer, and also implicates his brother in the crime. Peek wrote to the officials in Pitts- burg, telling of the evidence he held, but nothing came of if, until Charles M. Mec- Claren, a local business man, went West recently on a prospecting trip. While traveling in Kausas he visited Peek and secured from him the alleged deathbed con- fession. At the same time he learned the address of Frank J. Field. Going imme- diately to New Castle, McClaren secured the services of James McKissick, a local officer, and then went to Pittsburg, where they arrested Field. He was brought to New Castle at 11 o'clock Wednesday morn- ing. Judson Field, who, it is alleged, was im- plicated in the crime, was in New Castle three years ago, about the time the murder occurred. He was arrested in New Castle on some minor charge, but was afterwards released and then went West. Frank J. Field, the accused man, says he has not been in New Castle for over twenty years, and declares that he is entirely innocent of complicity in the crime. In the information against Field the Fiel1 brothers are charged with conspiring to kill and murdering City Treasurer Ble- vins on the night of January 7th, 1899. The names of the other alleged conspira- tors have not yet been made public; but the’belief seems to be general that other arrests will follow soon. Others believed to be implicated are thought to be persons residing in or near New Castle at the pres- ent time. In March, 1902, Mayor War- nock received the first communication from H. R. Peek, of Gorham, Kan., intimating that the latter held valuable evidence with which the Blevins murder could be traced. The arrest of Frank J. Field oreated a profound sensation in Pittsburg. Many persons think that it will be but a ques- tion of a few hours until Mr. Field is re- leased. This opinion is shared by George Perkins, head of the Perkins Detective agency, whe has been working on the case almost since the commission of the crime, and who declares that the arrest of Field is preposterous. When Field was arrested he was hurried away from the house be- fore he could eat his breakfast. His wife, to whom he has been married seventeen years, is heartbroken over the affair. She said : ‘‘In the past seven vears my hus- band has never heen away from me over night. I can account for his movements every day and night in that time.’ Frank Ruff, who is ib the sign painting business with Field, declares that he bad not been out of the city without his knowledge since they formed a partper- shiy, nine years ago, and that during that time he had never visited New Castle. Ruff will spend every cent he has to de- fend his partner. Compunies Must Pay Losses. Because House is Unoccupied Does not Relieve Them of Liability. The old contention of fire insurance com- panies that the insured cannot recover should his house burn down while unoe- cupied seems to have been given a severe jolt by the United States Circuit Court of Appeals. It has just reversed the United States Circuit Court in nine cases brought by Frank J. Hearne, of Pittsburg, against the Glen Falls Insurance company, the Etna Insurance company, the Balose In- surance company, the New Hampshire In- surance company, the New Netherlands Fire Insurance company, the Citizens’ In- surance company, the Greenwich Insurance company, and the Rochester German In- surance company to recover damages for the loss of his house on Murryhill avenue, Pittsburg, by fire February 28th, 1901. The house was not occupied at the time of the fire and extensive improvements were being made. The defense was that by the terms of the policies fifteen days’ notice was to be given in case the house was not occupied, and that no such notice was given, and that therefore the policies were void. The suits were tried together and a verdict cf $51,- 550 was rendered for the plaintiff. Monument to Governor Ritner Unveiled. The monument to the memory of Joseph Ritner, governor of Pennsylvania from 1835 to 1839, was dedicated on Wednesday at Mount Rock cemetery, in Camberland county. During the trip of seven miles from Carlisle Governor Stone was attended by G. A. R. post, No. 201, preceded by the Indian band. After prayer by Rev. Andrew N.Hagerty, and an historical address by Judge Biddle, of the Cumberland county court, the monu- ment was unveiled by Kathryn Epply, the little daughter of James M. Epply, and great-great-granddaughter of Governor Rit- ner, Governor Stone eulogized Ritner as the founder of the state’s public school system. The monument, which was authorized by the Legislature, at a cost of $3,000 is a plain shaft of Westerly granite, surmount- ed by a bronze bust of Governor Ritner. An inscription records the dates of Ritner’s birth and death and his service as governor, beneath which are the following lines of Whitier’s poem, said to have been inspired by the governor's message on behalf of public schools in 1836: “Thank God for the token !—One lip is still free, One spirit untrammeled, unbending one knee ! Live the oak of the mountain, deep-rooted and firm. Erect when the multitude bends to the storm,” ——Subseribe for the WATCHMAN.
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