Bemorrae fac Bellefonte, Pa., February 6, 1903. THE LITTLE CHAIR. Nobody sits in the little arm-chair It stands in a corner dim ; But a white-haired mother gazing there, Yearningly thinks of him; Sees through the haze of the long ago The bloom of her boy’s sweet face, As he rocks so merrily to and fro, With a laugh that cheers the place. Sometimes he holds in his hand a book, Sometimes tis a little slate ; The lessons are hard to understand, The figures are hard to mate. Bug she sees the nod of the father’s head, So proud of the little son, And hears the oft-repeated words, “Tis a brainy little one.” O, the old, old days! the dear, dear days When a child with sunny hair, Was hers to scold, to kiss, to praise, At her knee in the little chair. She lost him, back in the busy years, When the great world called the man, And he strode away past hopes and fears, To his place in the batile’s van. But now and then, in the wistful dreams, Like a picture out of date, She sees a little, shining head Bent over a book and slate. And she lives again the happy day, The day of her young life’s spring, When a small arm-chair was everywhere, The center of everything. —New York World. THE FLYING DEATH. A Story in Three Writings and a Telegram. PART II.—THE END OF THE TRAIL. DocUMENT No. 3. (4) ' Extract from let- ter. written by Stanford Colton to his father, John Colton Esq., of New York City. Dated September 21st, 4 p. m. ! -« « + + So there, my dear dad, is the case against the Pteranodon. To your hard business sense it will seem a thing for laughter. - You wouldn’t put a cent in Pteranodon stock on the word of an idealis- tic, scientific theorist like old Ravenden, backed by a few queer marks on a beach. Very well, neither would I.. Just the same ' I ducked and ran when the owl] flapped ous from the cliff. And I wonder if you wouldn’t have been trailing us to shelter yourself, bad you been along. Now as to poor Haynes. ‘I was the last ' person to speak to him. He woke me ont of a troubled dream walking along the hall ‘at six o’clock this morning. barl « = “Is that you, Haynes ?'’ I called. .?Yes,’’ he said. *‘I’m off for the beach.’’ . .!*Wais fifteen minutes, and I'll go with vou,”’ I suggested. : © “If you don’t mind Colton, I’d rather you’ wouldn’t.’ I want to go over the ‘ground alone, first. But I wish you’d come ~ down after breakfast, and join me.”’ ‘*All right,’’ I said. ‘‘It’s your game to . play. Good luck. Oh, hold a minute. . Have you got a gun ?”’ ; “i*No,”’ he answered. ‘‘Better take mine.”” Es ‘““You must have been baving bad dreams,’’ he said lightly. ‘‘A good night’s rest has shooed the Professor’s Cretaceous jub-jub bird out of my mental premises. Anyhow, Idon’t think a revolver would be much use against it, do you? But I’m "much obliged.” I was now up and at the door. ‘‘Well, * good luck,”’ I said again, and for some rea- son” I reached ont and shook hands with him. He looked rather surprised — perhaps just _a bit startled—but he only said : ‘‘See you in a couple of hours.’ Sleep was not for me after that. I tried - it, but it was no go. The Stratton family almost expired of amazement when I show- ed up forseven o’clock breakfast. Half an hour later I was on the way to find Haynes. I went directly down the beach. Haynes had gone this way before me, as I saw by " bis tracks. It was a dead-and-alive sort of morning—gray with a mist that seemed to smother sound as well as sight. I went forward with dampened spirits and little heart in the enterprise. As I came to the turn of the cliffs that opens np the view down the shore I hallooéd for Haynes. No answer came. - Again I shouted, and this time as my call drew no answer I confess - that a clammy feeling of lonliness hastened ‘ my steps. I rounded the cliff ata good . Pace and saw ahead what checked me likea blow. Almost at the spot where we had found Serdholm, a man lay sprawled grotesquely. Though the face was "hidden and the pos- ture distorted, I knew him instantly for ‘Haynes, and as instantly knew he was dead. There's a bad streak in me, dad, and it came out right there, for I had . Wheeled to run befaye I realized the shame of it, Then, thank God, I caught myself, and stopped. “As I turned again my foot * struck a small rock. It wasn’t much of a weapon, but it was the best at hand. I ‘picked it up and went forward to the body, sickening at every step. Haynes had been struck opposite the gully. The weapon that killed him had been driven with fearful impetus between “ his ribs, from the back. A dozen stagger- ing prints showed where he had plunged forward before he fell. The heart was . touched, and he must have been dead al- moss on the stroke. His flight was invol- untary—the blind, mechanical instinct of escape from death. To one who had seen its like before, there was no mistaking that great gash in his back. Haynes had been killed as Serdholm was. But for what eause? What possible motive of murder could embrace those two who had never . known or so much asspoken to each other ? ~ No; it was reasonless ; ‘the act of a thing without mind, inspired by no motive but the blood thirst, the passion of slaughter. At that, the picture of the Pteranodon, as * the Professor had drawn it, took hold of my mind. Iran to the point whence Haynes had staggered. Beginning there, in double line over the clean sand, stretched the grisly track of the talons. Except for them the sand was untouched. ¢ So great an access of horror possessed me that I'became, for the moment, irresponsi- ble. Perhaps it was instinct that sent me to the sea. I ran in to my knees, dropped on all fours, and not only plunged my head "in, but took great gulps of the salt water. © The retching that followed cleared my * brain. I was able to command myself as I returned to the body of Haynes. Yet it was - still with an overmastering repulsion that I scanned the heavens for wings; and when I came to climb to the clifi’s top, for a bet- ter view, three times my knees gave way, and 1 rolled to the gully. Nothing was in “sight. Again I returned to the body, now somewhat master of myself. A hasty ex- amination. donvinced me that Haynes had: - ‘been dead for some time, perhaps an hour. There was but one thing to do. T set off for the house at my best speed. Of the formalities that succeeded there is no need to speak; but following what I thought Haynes's method would have been, I investigated the movements of Schenck, the patrolman, that morning. From six o’clock to eight he was at the sta- tion. His ali: is solid. In the killing of poor Haynes he bad no part. That being proved, sufficiently establishes his inno- cence in the Serdholm crime. Both were done by the same murderer. Professor Ravenden is now fixed in his belief that the Pteranodon or some little- altered descendant, did the murders. Iam struggling not to believe it, yet it lies back of all my surmises as a hideous proba- bility. One thing I know, that nothing would tempt me alone upon that beach to- night. Tomorrow morning I shall load up my Colt’s and go down there with the Pro- fessor, who is a game old theorist, and can be counted on to see this through. He is blocking out, this afterncon, a monograph on the survival of the Pteranodon. It will make a stir in the scientific world. Don’t be worried about my part in this. I’ll be cautious tomorrow. No other news to tell; nothing bus this counts. Your affectionate son, STANFORD. P. S.—Dad, couldn’t you do something to help Haynes's people? Not financially —1I don’t believe they need that. If they're anything like Haynes, they wouldn't ac- cept it anyhow. But go and see them, and tell them how much we thought of him here, and how be died trying to get at the truth, I’ve written them, but you can do so much more on the ground. * % DocuMENT No. 3. (B.) Statement by Stanford Colton regarding his part in the events of the morning of September 22nd, 1902. This is written at the request of Professor Ravenden, to be embodied with his report on the Montauk Point tragedies. On the morning of Sept. 22nd (the day after the killing of Harris Haynes) I went to the beach opposite Stony Gully. It was seven o’clock when I reached the point where the bodies of Haynes and Serdholm were found. Professor Ravenden was to have accompan- ied me. He had started out while I was at breakfast, however, through a misunder- standing as to time. His route was a round- about one, bringing him to the spot after my arrival, as will appear in his report. I went directly down the shore. In my helt was my revolver. As I came opposite Stony Gully I care- fully examined the sand. It bad been much trodden by those who had taken the hody of Haynes to the house. Toward the soft beach and the gully’s mouth, however, had been no effacement, though there was a slight binrring effected by a mild fall of rain. My first action was to look carefully about the country to discover any possible peril near by. Having satisfied myself that I was not threatened, I set about inspecs- ing the sand. There were no fresh marks. The five taloned tracks were in several places almost as distinct as on the previous day. Fortunately, owing to the scanty population. and the slow transmission of news, there had been very few visitors to. the scene, and those few had been careful in their movements, so the evidence was not trodden out. a For a closer examination I got down on my hands and knees above one of the tracks. There was the secret if I could but read is. The footprint was in all respects the count- erpart of the. sketch made by Haynes, and of the impress on the Cretaceous rock of Professor Ravenden. I might have been ih that posture two or three minutes, my mind immersed in conjecture. Then I rose, and as I stood and looked down, there sudden- ly flaghed into my brain the solution. .I started forward to the next mark, and as I advanced, something sang in the air be- hind me. I knew it was some swiftly fly- ing thing;knew in the same agonizing mo- ment that I was doomed; tried to face my death; and then there was a dreadfunl,grind- ing shock, a flame with jagged teeth tore through my brain, and I fell forward into darkness. DocuMENT No. 4. The explanation by Professor Willis Ravenden, F. R.8., elc., of the events of 20, 21, 22, 1902, sur. rounding the death of Paul Serdholm and Har- ris Haynes, and the striking down of Stanford Colton. . Of the events of the three days, Sept. 20, 21, and 22, 1902, at Montauk Point, cul- minating in my own experience of the final date, I write with some degree of pain due to the personal element in my own attitude toward the case, and, as such, unworthy of ‘a balanced intelligence. It is the more dif- ficult for me to recount equably these mat- ters, in that I was shaken. at successive moments of the denounment, by many and violent passions ; grief, fear, horror, and, finally, an inhuman rage which shamefully rankles in my memory. Yet what I here set down is told with such fidelity as I can achieve, bearing due reference to the com- parative value of the elements, and with- out, I trust, unnecessary circumlocution or undue obtrusion of ny own sentiments and theories.” ; Upon the death of my esteemed young friend, Mr. Haynes, I made minute exami- nation of the vestigia near the body. These were obviously the footprints of the same creature that killed Serdholm, the coast- guard. Not only the measurements and depth of indention, but the intervals cor- responded exactly with those observed in the first investigation. The non-existence of five toed birds drove me to the consider- ation of other winged creatures, and cer- tainly none may say thas, with the evi- dence on hand, my hypothesis of the sur- vival and reappearance of the Pteranodon was not justified. ; . Having concluded my examination into the circumstances of Mr. Haynes's death, I returned to Third House and set about em- bodying the remarkable events in a mono- graph. In this work I employed the entire afternoon and evening of the 21st, with the exception of an inconsiderable space devot- ed toa letter which it seemed proper to write to the afflicted family of Mr. Haynes, and in which I suggested for their comfort the fact that he mes his death in the noble cause of scientific investigation. In par- suance of an understanding with Mr. Col- ton, he and I were to have visited, early on the following morning, the scene of the tragedies. By a misconception of the plan, I started out before he left, thinking that he bad already gone. My purpose was to proceed to the spot along the cliffs, instead of by the beach, this route affording a more favorable view, though an intermittent one, as it presents a succession of smoothly roll- ing hillocks. Hardly had I left the house when the disturbance of the grasses inci- dental to my passage pus to flight a fine specimen of the Lycmna pseudargiolus, whose variations I have been investigating. I bad, of course, taken my net with me, partly, indeed, as a Weapon of defense, as Soe buts is readily detachable, and heavily In the light of sp confess my culpability in . absorbing A Ln 6s 2 “this that suddenly beset my path to ut me from my engage- ment to meet Mr. Colton. Instinctively, gent “events I must allowing even so however, I pursued the insect. Although this species, as is well known, exhibits a power of sustained flight possessed by none other of the lepidoptere of corresponding wing-area, I hoped that, owing to the chill morning air, thisspecimen would be readily captured. Provocatively, as it would seem, it alighted at short intervals, but on each occasion rose again as I was almost within reach. Thus lured on I described a half circle, and was, approximately, a third of a mile inland, when finally I netted my prey from the leaves of a Quercus ilicioflia. Hav- ing deposited it in the cyanide ofjpotassium jur which I carried on a shoulder strap, I made haste, not without some quickenings of self reproach, toward the cliff. Incen- tive to greater haste was furnished by a fog bank that was approaching from the south. Heading directly for the nearest point of the cliff I reached it before the fog arrived. The first object that caught my eye, as it ranged for the readiest access to the beach, was the outstretched body of Colton lying upon the bard sand where Serdholm and Haynes had met their deaths. He was barely within my scope of vision, the near- er beach being cut off from sight by the cliff line. I may say, without intemperance of ex- pression, that for the moment I was stun- ned into inaction. Then came the senza of my own guilt and responsibility. Along the oliff I ran, at full speed, dipped down into a hollow, where, for the time, the beach was shut off from view, and sur- mounted the hill beyond, which brought me almost above the body a little to the east of the gully. The fog, too, had been advancing swiftly, and mow as I reached the cliff’s edge it spread a gray mantle over the body lying there alone. Already I had reached the edge of the gully, when there moved very slowly out upon the hard sand a thing so out of all conception, an apparition so monstrous to the sight, that my net fell from my hand, and a loud cry burst from we. In the gray folds of mist it wavered, assuming shapes beyond comprehension. Suddenly it donb- led on itself, contracted to a compact mass, underwent a strange inversion, and hefore my clearing vision there arose a man,dread- ful of aspect indeed, but still a human be- ing, and, as such, not heyond human power to cope with. Coincidently with this rec- ognition I noted a knife, inordinately long of blade and bulky of handle, on the sand almost under Colton. Toward this the man had been moving when my cry arrested him, and now he stood facing the height with strained eye and bestially gnashing teeth. ! Here was no time for delay: The facile descent of the gully was out of the ques- tion. It was over the cliff or nothing, for if Colton was alive his only chance was that 1 should reach his assailant before the lat- ter conld come at the knife. Upon the flash of the thought I was in mid-air, a giddy terror dulling my brain as I plunged down through the fog. Fortunately for me —for the bones of sixty years are hrittle—I landed on a slope of soft sand. Forward I pitched, threw myself completely over,and, carried to my feet by the impetus, 1an down the lesser slope upon the man. That he was obsessed by a mania of mur- der was written on his face and in his eyes. But now his expression, as he turned to- ward me, was that of a beast alarmed. To. hold his attention, Ishouted. The one de- sideratum was $0 reach him before he turn- ed again to the knife and Colton. The maniac crouched as I ran in upon him, and I must confess to a certain savage exultation as I noted that he had little the advantage of mein size or weight. Al- though not a large man, I may say that I am of wiry frame, which my out of door life’ bas kept in condition. So I felt no great misgivings as to the outcome. We closed. As my opponent’s muscles tight- ened on mine Iknew,with a sudden,daunt- ing shock, that I had met the strength of fary. For a moment we strained, I striv- ing for a hold which would enable me to lift him from his fees. Then with a rabid scream the creature dashed his face into my shoulder, and bit through shirt and flesh until I felt she teeth grate on my shoulder- blade. Not improbably this saved my life and Colton’s. For, upon the outrage of that as- sault, a fury not less insane than that of ‘my enemy fired me, and I, who have ever practiced a certain scientific austerity of emotional life, hecame, to my dishonor, a ‘raging beast. Power as of steam flashed through every . vein ; strength as of steel distended every muscle. Clutching at the throat of my assailant I tore that hideous face from my shoulder. My right hand drawn back for a blow, twitched the cord of my heavy poison bottle. Shouting alond I swung the formidable weapon up and brought it down upon his head with re- eated blows. His grasp relaxed. I sprang k for a fuller swing and beat him to the ‘ground. The jar was shattered, but such was my ecstasy of murderousness that I for: got the specimen of pseudargiolus, which fell with the fragments and was trodden in- to the sand. ’ In'my band I still held the base of the jar. My head was whirling. I staggered backward, and with barely sense enough left to know that the deadly fumes of the cyanide were doing their work, flang it away. A ‘mist fell like a curtain somewhere between my eyes and my brain, befogging the processes of thought. now sitting up, I knew to be a hallucina- tion. ' Colton was dead—Colton was dead, said the spirit of murder deep in my brain, and it remained for me to kill his slayer. The world reeled about me, so I dropped on all fours and crawled to the man. That Colton should seem to have arisen, and to be staggering toward us, further enraged me. It was but fair that he should not in- terfere until I had finished my work, There was blood on the man’s face—my blood and his—as I set my fingers to his throat. An- other moment and 1 should have had the murder of a fellow man on my soul, hut an arm slipped under my chest, and a voice gasped : ““In God’s name, Professor, don’t kill the poor devil 1’? ro My hold relaxed. I felt myself lifted, and then I was lying on my back, looking into Colton’s whiteface. I must have been saying something, for Colton replied, as if to a question : ; “It’s all right, Professor. There’s no pseudargiolus or Pteranodon, or any thing, Just lie quiet for a moment. ’’ But it was borne in upon me that I had ‘lost my prize. ‘‘Let me up!” I cried. “I've lost it ! It fell when the poison jar broke.’ . ‘“There, there,’”’ he soothed, as one calms a delirious person. ‘'Just wait—'’ - “I’m speaking of my specimen, the pseu- dargiolus.”” The mist was beginning to lift from my brain, and the mind now swung dizzily back to the great speculation. ‘‘The Pteranodon ?’’ I cried, looking about me. ‘“There.”” Colton laughed shakily’ as he pointed to the blood besmeared form lying quiet on the sand. ‘‘But the foot prints ! the foot printe ! The fossil marks on the rock ?’’ “Foot prints on the rock. Hand prints, here.”” Hand prints!’ I repeated ; ‘‘tell me slowly. I must confess 0 a degree of That Colton was. bewilderment to which I am not accustom- ‘‘No wonder, sir. Here it is. Isaw it all just before I was hit. This man is Serd- holm’s cousin, the juggler. He’s crazy, probably from Serdholmn’s blow. He’s evi- dently been waiting for a chance to kill Serdholm. That rock in the gully’s mouth is where he waited. You’ve seen circus- jugglers throw knives. You know with what marvelous skill they do it. Well, that’s the way he killed Serdholm. Infhis crazy cunning he saw that footprints would give him away, so he utilized another of his circus tricks and recovered the knife by walking on his hand. Perhaps the snipe tracks hereabout sugggested it.’ ‘But Mr. Haynes? And yourself 2’ ‘I don’t know why he wanted to kill us unless he feared we would discover his se- cret. I escaped because I was going for- ward as he threw, and that must have dis- turbed his aim so that the knife turned in the air and the handle struck me, knocking me senseless. ’’ Here the juggler groaned, and we busied ourselves with bringing him to. He is now in an asylum, with a fair charce of re- covery. Mr. Colton is entirely recovered from his experience, as am I, except for an incon- venient stiffness in the muscles of my right shoulder where I was bitten. My physi- cian advises that I train myself to manipu- late the capturing net with my left band. After along search I found the psendar- giolus specimen, with one wing almost in- tact. It may still be of aid in my work on the structural changes of this species. My monograph on the Pteranodon, it is hardly needful to state, will not be published. At the same time I maintain that the survival of this formidable creature, while now lacking definite proof, is none the the less strictly within the limits of scientific possi- bility. : WILLIS RAVENDEN. —By Samuel Hopkins Adams in McClure's Magazine for February. Stirred Up by Sam Jones. Lights Were Turned Out on Him in Midst of a Lec- ture. While Rev. Sam P. Jones, the noted - Georgia evangelist, was lecturing in Dallas, Texas, at the Turner hall, he put in some bard knocks on the saloon keepers. One man promptly jumped to the stage and called him a liar, while some one else turned ous the lights, and he had to lecture a while in the dark. In a letter to the Atlanta ‘‘Jourpal’’ he thus describes the incident : “The devil and the Duteb of Dallas are on the warpath and out gunning for any- body that’s against their personal liberty and Tarn Verein rights, ‘I was lecturing in Turner ball (it be- longs to the Turn Verein society) in Dallas last Friday nighé, ae one of the attractions ‘of the People’s lyceum course. Turner hall has a beer garden around it and a saloon under it, and it is considered bomproof against any and all comers on prohibition or temperance,’ and had so announced to the manager of the lecture course. ‘But my friends know I am by temper- ance like a Baptist is by water. I always bring it in before I am done. So, I advised | the young men that if they wanted to get there and stay there they must be sober and pure, ete. iin ‘At this the hoorab began behind the scenes on the stage. The Dutch were mad and .jabbering in Dutch, and occasionally saying ‘We won’tstand dat,”’ and the like. Then the lights were turned off and a Dutchman come on the stage and said, ‘You is a liar.” Then someone turned on the footlightsand the great big, well-round- ed Dutchman began a hasty retreat, in oth- er words, the fizzing beer keg bounced off the platform. Then the lights were turn- ed on and I proceeded to the close of the lecture without further disturbance. “The incident bad stirred Dallas pro- foundly and I returned Sunday. Friends rented the opera house. I was announced tospeak to men only. When, in company with friends, I walked up to the opera house the doors were locked and lights out and a crowd of 10,000 or I5,000 men in the streets around. ‘I mounted a carriage and the crowd be- came quiet, and I spoke for more than an hour to as orderly a crowd as I ever preach- ed to in a church. “When I bad been speaking nearly an hour Mayor Cobble came to me and said : ‘Mr. Jones, the opera house is now open and full of people and at your service.’ I replied that I had 10,000 listening to me and would not quit that job to go into the opera house to talk to 1,800 people. The Turn Verein society, has by its president, sat down on the Dutchman who turned off the lights and made the racket, and Dallas is profoundly stirred and desirous that the world shall know that Sam Jones shall -have a hearing whenever he comes that way.”’ Fed Arsenic to Parents. -Birl of 13 Explains Mysterious Hiness of Father and Mother. = Thirteen-year-old Nellie Kinsley has con- fessed shat a mysterious illness from which her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Isaac B. Kinsley, of Corning, N. Y., have been suffering is due to poison she put into the food in order to obtain their property after death. ‘Do you know how to get money and houses and everything you want? she asked her playmates while her parents were ill. ‘‘When your father and mother are dead all they own will belong to you. I found that outa little while ago, and I took some of the rat poison papa got to kill the rats with and put it in the supper I cooked. I did not eat the supper, hut papa and mamma did and then they got sick. If they die I will have money.” At the Susquehanna Home, at Bing-: hamton, she repeated the story of the poisoning. Nellie was adopted by Mr. and Mrs, Kinsley when she was 2 years old. She has been educated and well cared for. Recently Mr. Kinsley had bought some arsenic, and it was kept on a shelf in the pantry. Soon after Nellie prepared snp- per for her parents and they were taken violently ill. It was traced to arsenio and Nellie was suspected. Mrs. Kinsley will probably be crippled for life as a resul$ of the poisoning. Taken Orders. When Miss Luoy wanted particularly fine chickens she always drove over to see old Aunt Etta, who had a scrap of a farm and made a specialty of raising chickens for the quality folks. One day, as the lady stopped in front of the cabin, Aunt Etta came out and hung over the gate, ‘Chickens 1” she exclaimed in answer to her customer’s request— ‘chickens ! Why, law, Miss Lucy, don’t you all know there’s been a camp meetin’ and preachers’ confer- ence down here? Why, I ain't got one chicken left. They’re all done entered the ministry.’’ so ARIA Howard Shot Goebel. And Governor Taylor Was Back of Plot Says Yout- sey. *‘James B.Howard, of Clay county, fired the shot that killed William Goebel,?’ said Henry E. Youtsey. serving a life sentence in the Kentucky penitentiary, in his con- fession as to his knowledge of the con- spiracy which terminated in the assas- sination, pending the contest for the gov- ernorship, on January 30th, 1900. Youtsey says that he and Howard were the only persons in the private office of the secretary of state, that the blinds were pull- ed down and that he pointed Goebel out as he came through the State house gate with Jack Chinn and Eph Lillard. He names ‘William 8. Taylor, governor; Charles Fin- ley, Caleb Powers, John L. Powers, Wil- liam H Culton, Wharton Golden and W. J. Davidson as conspirators with him. He says that while others had guilty knowl- edge, these men conspired with him and aided and abetted and advised Goebel’s death. On January 27th, after ‘‘Tallow Dick?”’ Combs and Mason Hockersmith, negroes, notified Youtsey that they were not will- ing to do the shooting, Youtsey says acting Governor Taylor dictated a letter to Jim Howard. The letter was written by Yout- sey and contained instructions from Taylor for Howard to come to Frankfort at once; that his pardon for the murder of George Baker awaited him. The letter instructed Howard to report to Henry E. Youtsey in the state auditor’s office and to present the letter to Youtsey. Youtsey, it said, would acquaint him with the steps necessary to be taken to procure the pardon. The letter was sent by mes- senger through either Walter R. Day or John G. White. The messenger knew nothing of the contents of the letter except that Howard was to get a pardon. Taylor bad told Youtsey that ‘‘by God, Howard was the man.’”” He had been in Frankfort after a pardon and could ‘‘settle the con- teat by killing Goebel.” Howard arrived on the morning of Jan- uary 30th and Youtsey says he presented the letter signed by Taylor to him at once. Youteey told Howard that it had been de- cided that the only way to win the contest for the governorship was to kill Goebel and that be would not only pardon him for the murder of Baker, hut also for the mnr- der of Goebel and would give him $1,600 besides. Youtsey explained the plan to Howard, to kill Goebel from the secretary of state’s office and Howard agreed to do it. Youtsey says he left Howard in the ball of the executive building and reported the plan to Taylor in the executive office. ‘Tell Howard to go ahead,’’ said Tay- ior. af +2 : . Youtsey had procured the key from W. J. Davidson earlier in the morning and, according to an arrangement the night be- fore, the office was to be left mpocoupied. Howard examined the three guns left in the secretary of state’s office, weighed them’ with great care and inquired about the sights and selected the Marlin rifle, with the steel smokeless powder: bullets which Youtsey bad borrowed from Grant Roberts. Howard laid two pistols on the window sills and said : 5 ‘IT will shoot these after I kill Goebel and people will think there are several in | here. ”’ Howard kneeled and sighted Goebel as he walked along and fired. Goebel fell mortally wounded and Howard fired four shote with the pistols. Youtsey ran from the office to the executive office, going around through the basement, and told |. Taylor Howard had killed Goebel. ‘Taylor was greatly excited, but was glad Howard had done his work. Soon Heward came into the governor’s office. and Taylor told him it was no place for him. Howard left. Taylor delivered the $1,600, which had been collected by the Republican commit- tee for the contest, to Yontsey and he paid it to Howard. Youtsey said that the plan to kill Goebel had been perfected on the night of Jan. 29th at a meeting in the register of the land office, at which Gov. Taylor, Caleb Powers, John L. Powers, W. H. Culton, Wharton ' Golden, W. J. Davidson and himself were present, and one other whose name he gave. All these were to hold office in the administration. Taylor and Powers left the minor details to Youtsey. Youtsey said he told Senator Deboe and Deboe said it was unnecessary and ad- vised against it. The legislature would seat Taylor. : Finley and Powers bad given the name of Howard to Taylor. W. J. Davidson has never heen indicted. He left Frankfort shortly after Youtsey’s arrest and his whereabouts are unknown. Troops Ordered Out. Governor Chamberlain Believes Situation at Wa- terbury is Critical. Result of Trolley Strike. Cars Running During the Day. . Waterbury, Conn., Feb. 1.—Eight com- panies of the First regiment, Connecticut National Guard, and five companies of the Second regiment, with two Gatling guus, were called to Waterbury Sunday: night at the command of Gos ernor Chamberlain be- cause of the ‘imperative need’’ occasioned by the trolley strike situation. The riot about the streets that night, coupled with threats of further disturbances ‘led to the call for troops. . There was no repetition of the violence, hut crowds congregated about the streets | and had to be dispersed by the police, while there were rumors of an attack to be made Sunday night on the car barn, where the non-union motormen and conductors brought here by the Connecticut railway and lighting company, are quartered. Daring the day all the lines were oper- ated as usual with the non-union trolley- men, but though there was some hooting, and jeering from the crowds, the cars were not molested. No cars were run after dark. Companies G and A. of that city, a part of the Second regiment, National Guard, 4 were called to their armory shortly before 6 o’clock that evening and remained there under orders. Governor Chamberlain, when asked why ‘the militia bad been ordered ous, said : ‘‘Because the situation "demands it. I had hesitated about it, but every effort had been made by the local authorities in Waterbury to avert violence, and it seem- ed apparent that wisdom dictated prompt and energetic action if law and order and the welfare of the city and state were to be conserved.’’ “Rest is not quitting The busy career; Rest is the fitting Of self to one’s sphere. ‘“Tis loving and serving The highest and best; Tis strength that’s unswerving, And this is true rest.” — Ez, ——The anual loss of fruit from insects is put by the United States entomologists at $300,000,600. | should be acted upon. “Piggle” Malone. To our children we are more than par- ent—we are transparent. The X-ray of childhood generally sees things by the right name. On the playground this boy is *'‘Skoots’’ and that boy is ‘‘Snuffles,”’ because descriptive justice demands it. Thomas Higginson Malone, Jr., had not been at school halt a day before he was dubbed ‘‘Piggie.”’ Why? Because he bad brought with him three red apples and bad eaten them, core and all, declining all hints and invi- tations to share with his wet-lipped mates. This was characteristic with Piggie. He bad always eaten everything he could bite, and his teeth were good. Doughnuts, chewing gum, slate pencils, bits of sponge, chalk, raw turnips—to Piggie all these were a ravishing feast. Small wonder that, from month’s end to month’s end, he persistently held his place in his classes— at the foot. But eat as he might, Piggie didn’t take on flesh. He grew lean and flabby, like a frost-bitten tomato. His parents with- drew him from school and the doctors hinted as quick consumption. At about this time Piggie’s mother brought home a trial box of the new, whole wheat, ready-to-eat cereal. By oversight, Piggie and the Ready Bits were left alone together. When found, half an hour later, Piggie was asleep and the box was empty. Being an only child, Piggie got off with n reprimand. He was given 15 cents, and sent to the nearest grocery store for anoth- er box of Ready Bits for the family’s sup- per. He ‘was gone a long time and returned with an empty package, making the excuse that ‘‘he just couldn’ help eat- in’ ’em, they tasted so good.’’ The upshot of it was Piggie commenced to pick up. His rejoicing parents, noting the improved condition of his health, gave him all the Ready Bits he wanted. In two geeks he returned to school a different oy. He started toward the head of his classes, and thanks to a brain made clear by proper diet hearrived. He evaded the play ground for a few days, but finally went down, and, instead of sneaking off by himself to eat, he waded in and thrashed six larger fel- lows for calling him ‘‘Piggie.’” There- upon his play ground name was changed to ‘‘General Grant.” The Hessian Fly. Professor Surface Makes a Complete Investigation of the Insect, : Two years ago Professor Hamilton, as secretary of agriculture, engaged Professor Surface to make a complete investigation of the Hessian fly in Pennsylvania. This con- sisted chiefly of examining specimens of growing wheat sent from all counties of the state during the entire growing season both fall and spring, and a careful study of the biologic conditions of each field from which samples were sent. Among the valuable results are the fol- lowing tables : "Presence of fly according to time of plant- ing. : Planted in August and first week of Sep- tember, 100 per cent, infested. Planted during second week of Septem- ber, 80 per cent, infested. Planted ‘during third week: of September, 26 per cent, infested. : Planted during fourth week of Septem- ber, 12 percent, infested. : Planted after fourth week of September, 0 per cent, infested. : : This shows what time to plant wheat in order to avoid the fall brood of the fly. Co- operation of all farmers in a district is nec- essary to exterminate the pest. Another table shows actual average yields according to time of planting to be as follows : . Planted before second week of Septem- ber, average 15 bushels per acre. Planted during second week of Septem- ber, average, 12 bushels per acre. Planted during third week of September, average 20 bushels per acre. . Planted during fourth week of Septem- ber average 18 bushels per acre. Planted during first week of October, average 16 bushels per acre. Planted during second week of October, average 27 bushels per acre. : Planted during third week of October, average 21 bushels per acre. This shows that the lowest average yields were obtained from those fields that were ‘planted earliest; and the highest were among those that were planted much later. This report will be published an once as a bulletin of the Pennsylvania state depart- ment of agriculture. In his preliminary report as secretary of agriculture, Professor Hamilton says, ‘‘This report should be circulated by the thou- sands in this state, and its suggestions If this were done it would.result in thesaving of many thou- sands of dollars annually by our farmers. ah a She is Known by the Ornaments In ae Her Room. The ornaments which form the finishing touch of every room, like the ribbons or F jewels of a toilet, may be trifles comparative- ‘ly, but their part in the final impression is almost decisive. Nothing, . perhaps, so much as its ornaments declares the crude- ness or culture of a room’s occupant. For instance, one knows at once the sort of person who has the blade of her open fire shovel gilded and decorated with a light- house and sunset, and the handle tied with pink ribbon. Agaip, one instinctively un- derstands something of the habit of thought of the woman whose only table ornament is a blue and white wicker covered ginger jar, with half a'dozen La France roses lean- ing luxuriantly from the narrow brim. An observer of a statistical turn of mind made an inventory of his hostess’ reception room while waiting for her appearance and noted forty-seven wholly useless ‘‘orna- ments,’’ the majority of which were most inartistic as well. The fever for possession or the cheap and unconsidered desire for [ “‘art”’ has converted otherwise agreeable rooms into little more than curiosity shops and auction rooms. Before placing any ornament in a room it would be well for the owner to put to it and herself three questions : “Why is this placed bere ?”’ ‘*What idea does it stand for 2’ and ‘‘Isn’t its room, just simple, unobtrusive space, ‘more desirable than the object itself 2’? - ——The following from the German is equally true in English : At 10, a hoy thinks he knows more than his father. When he ie 15 he thinks, ‘Well, I know just about as much.’’ At 20 he thinks he nows again as much. When he comes to be 30 years old he thinks that he ought to ask his father’s advice sometimes. At 40 he thinks that his father does know a little more. At 50 he looks for his father’s ad- vice. At 60, when his father is dead, he comes to the conclusion that there was not a emarter man on -God’s earth than his father was.
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