Bellefonte, Pa., March 27, 1903.
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HANS BREITMANN'S PARTY.
Hans Breitmann gife a barty,
Dey had biano-blaying ;
1 felled in lofe mit a Merican frau,
Her name was Madilda Yane,
She hat haar as prown ash a pretzel,
Her eyes vas himmel-plue,
Und ven dey looked indo mine,
Dey shplit mine heart in two.
Hans Breitmann gife a barty,
1 vent dere you'll pe pound.
I valizet mit Madilda Yane
Und vent shpinnen round and round.
De pootiest Fraulein in de House,
She vayed 'pout dwo hoondred pound,
Una efery dime she gife a shoomp
She make de vindows sound.
Hans Breitmann gife a barty,
I dells you it cost him dear.
Dey rolled in more ash sefen kecks
Of foost-rate Lager Beer.
Und venefer dey knocks de shpicket in
De Deutschers gifes a cheer.
I dinks dat so vine a barty
Nefer coom to a het dis year.
Hans Breitmann gife a barty,
Dere all vas Souse and Brouse,
Ven de sooper coomed in, de gompany
Did make demselfs to house ;
Dey ate das Brot und Gensy broost,
De Bratwurst and Braten fine,
Und vash der Abendessen down
Mit four parrels of Neckarwein.
Hans Breitmann gife a barty,
We all cot troonk ash bigs.
1 poot mine mout to a parrel of beer.
Und emptied it oop mit a schwigs.
Und denn I gissed Madilda Yane.
Und she shlog me on de kop,
Und de gompany fited mit daple-lecks
Dill de coonstable made oos shtop.
Hans Breitmann gife a barty—
Where ish dat barty now ?
Where ish de lofely gclden cloud
Dat float on de moundain’s prow ?
Where ish de himmelstrahlende Stern—
De shtar of de shpirit’s light ?
All goned afay mit de Lager Beer—
Afay in de ewigkeit !
Charles Godfrey Leland.
A WITCH IN WARSAW.
I suppose I came into the salon very
quietly; the great gold and white doors are
never shut, but thereare velvet portieres to
be lifted, and people can, intentionally or
unintentionally, slip through as silent as
ghosts. Ishould certainly have coughed or
kicked over a footstool if I had known that
I should find Pauline Lubimoff,my hostess,
‘bending over young Boroff, who was on his
knees before her. They started apart, the
Countess with alittle cry of, ‘‘my bracelet;
be careful where you tread, ma belle.”
Lieutenant Boroff groped about on the car-
pet for a few seconds before he rose to his
feet. ‘‘It is no matter,”’ said Pauline, re-
gaining her self possession and her usual
cold, bored tones; ‘‘I can send Zelie to find
it whiie we are dressing.”’
Boroff took this perhaps as a hint for him
to go ; he bowed low over the Countess’
hand, and I crossed over to the window
and looked out into the gray Polish twi-
light and the ill lighted street below, for if
they whispered anything together I prefer-
red to know nothing about it; then he sa-
luted me very grandly and clanked out of
the room.
‘I only came to ask you what time we
were todress and dine—what your plans
are for this evening ?’’ I said, a little dep-
recatingly, for I felt I had interrupted a
tete-a-tete, which, though it had not my
approval, was, after all, no affair of mine.
*‘Alexander bas sent a message that he
will not dine at home—he will meet us
later at the Embassy; we have four or five
hours of peace to ourselves without any
men, any hushands—pouf !—if it could be
years instead of hours! So we will enjoy
ourselves, ma belle” (my name is Mabel).
‘‘We do not often get such an opportunity;
we will go together and consult the
Witch.” =
The suggestion of this childish escapade,
of which she knew her husband would dis-
approve, was enough to fill her with the
wildest anticipations of amusement. I had
no particular desire to accompany her, but
she would take no denial. Zelie was rung
for and set off in all haste on a mysterious
mission to Frau Walsher, a certain little
dressmaker with whom the Countess had
dealings. ‘‘Ask for the woman who knits
woolen stockings for ladies, Zelie,”’ were
the maid’s instructions, and then, after
about an hour’s delay, spent in tea drink-
ing and wrapping up for our expedition,
Zelie returned with a demure, ‘‘itisal-
right. gracious lady,’”’ and then we took
our places in a hackney droschky which
the maid had kept-at the porte cochere.
1 was not quite happy in my long-talked-
of, much-thought-of visit to Pauline Lubi-
moff in her Polish home. There were some
things I did not like, many that I did not
understand. Pauline and I seemed to be
running on completely different lines now,
though it was only two years and a half
since we were sworn friends and compan-
ions in our Paris school together. Count
Lubimoff, Pauline’s husband, was hand-
some, courteous and well informed, yet I
could not bear him, and was always hap-
pier when he was out of the way. I hada
suspicion that his wife felt much as I did.
He was a Russian official, she was of Ger-
man-Polish family, and he was always
watching, watching, watching—I did not
know whom or for what, but the uncom-
fortable idea remained. Pauline was, as I
have said, very variable in temper, never
two moments alike; she avoided all the
pleasant, semi-confidential chats that I bad
looked forward to in visiting her in her
newly married home. We went out a great
deal into smart official society, and she
‘‘received’’ a great deal, Lieutenant Boroff
coming to the house very frequently, but
generally when the Count was not at home.
To sum it all up, it was ‘‘not quite nice?’
according to my English views, and I was
beginning to wish that I had not tied my-
self to a promised six weeks’ visit, less than
which seemed at first sight scarcely worth
while coming for. ;
But whatever I did or did not like in
Warsaw, I have always enjoyed one of
those wild drives through the streets which
you get in a hackney droschky. With a
view to revivig a local trade the authori-
ties have criss-crossed the streets with iron,
the result being a detestable clamor and a
riotous method of driving, which are splen-
didly inspiring nevertheless.
At one corner we met another furiously
advancing vehicle, and in a moment our
wheels were locked; our driver and his op-
ponent immediately stood up and began to
belabor one another with the hutt ends of
their whips. Indeed, the opposition man
jumped on to our front seat and banged
our Peter about the shoulders, but the lat-
ter, with'a dexterous jerk, disentangled the
wheels, flung the strange driver backwards
into his own empty carriage, and drove
triumphantly on.
“Peter,” screamed Pauline, who knew
this driver well and employed him when,
as today, she did not want to use her own
carriage, ‘‘where bas that unhappy man
fallen 2’ :
*‘God knows,” observed Peter piously.
He routed under the horse cloth and
brought out a fine yellow pear, into which
he dog his sharp, fox like teeth with gusto,
glancing at us over his shoulder the while
and urging his horse down a narrow side
street.
‘‘You cannot tame us any more than yon
can tame the Irish,’’ muttered my compan-
jon. I noticed, though I didn’t remark
it in words, that she, the wife of a Russian
officer, identified herself with the Polish
party, and the trifle made me vaguely un-
| comfortable.
With a word to Peter to wait for us, we
left the droschky at the corner of the El-
bow street and entered a dingy, gray pile of
buildings, let out in flats to people of the
lower middle class. We climbed an un-
savory staircase, leading apparently to the
sky, till we reached a shabby door on the
fourth floor. Here Pauline rang, a small
trap dropped inside.
‘Ig the woman who knits woolen stock-
ing for ladies here ?”’ and the counter sign,
“Stockings for ladies, yes,”’ being duly
asked and given, the door opened and we
walked straight intoa large room blazing
with the light of several kerosene lamps,
all brightly trimmed, and decorated in
German fashion, with huge bunches of arti-
ficial roses.
The room was rather bare of furniture,
save where the hump backed dress maker,
Frau Walther, lay in bed, surrounded by
gaudy pictures of the saints; beside her, on
a box, was a pile of materials at which the
young apprentice who had admitted us was
snipping aad measuring, and in a further
corner, remote and motionless, stood the
woman we had come to seek, the witch,
about whom the Warsaw ladies whispered
and wondered over their teacups.
Pauline went over to the dress maker’s
bedside and spoke to her in German.
‘‘Here we are—you have kept your prom-
ise and fetched her ?”’
‘Ah, yes, gracious lady! It was nota
place for the ladies to go to, asI told
Mademoiselle Zelie, and would certainly
have caused suspicion. She is accustomed
to coms here and meet my ladies, and I
trast she will give the gracious ladies satis-
faction.’
This seemed such an unprofessional way
of speaking of a witch that I felt half in-
clined to laugh, but a glance at the frowsy
bundle of a woman in the corner checked
me. She was more like the traditional
ogress of a fairy tale, a creature of vast
bulk and clumsy movements, but with
quick, malevolent eyes gleaming from a
lowering, expressionless face. She sudden-
ly emitted some uncouth sounds, which
Frau Walther translated as a call to begin
business.
First there were the windows and the
door to be covered securely from possible
peeping without. The witch attended to
this herself, and divested herself of several
shawls and unattractive looking wraps for
the purpose, without seeming to diminish
sat down likea vast haycock of rags, and
sorted a filthy pack of cards upon her knee.
“I will take you first,”’ said the witch
uncerimoniously to Pauline, and then fol-
lowed curt instructions as to the arrange-
ment of the dirty cards (which my friend
first touched with fastidious fingers, then
grasped tremulously as her interest increas-
ed) and muttered sentences,many of which
I could not follow, owing to the mixed
character of the language in which they
were spoken.
But I could see that the Countess was
deadly pale, that her eyes seemed to bave
contracted with anxiety to specks of burn-
ing fire, that she was devouring the old
woman’s words with an intensity which
read a curiously underlying meaning in the
sing song phrases. Suddenly she jumped
up hastily, upsetting zii the cards, and
pushing me into her place, began to collect
the pack from the floor with shaking hands.
“Give my friend her turn now,’’ she said,
trying to speak in her natural voice.
*“There is but one combination still un-
explained, and then your fate is told,’’ said
the witch meaningly, laying two cards side
by side apart from the rest. Pauline
glanced at them—no doubt they bore a cer-
tain identification with two persons already
specified, to her mind.
“Is it a union ?”’ she asked
voice.
“Yes, it is a union,’’ the witch replied;
‘‘a union in death.”’
‘And now for your English miss,” she
saic, turning to me, *‘nay, let the cards lie;
never two lives from one pack at the same
time,’’ and from the intricacies of her rags
she dealt out a still more disgustingly dirty
selection of cards than before. ‘‘You Eng-
lish ladies lead such quiet, respectable lives
I shall not frighten you,’”’ she added, ar-
raLging the symbols of my fortune on the
table before us.
Well, it was very odd, and how did she
do it?
This was what we asked each other,when
baving said her say, she suddenly grasped
her cards together, and rising abruptly be-
gan to unfasten the shawls from the win-
dows and re-envelope herself for the road,in
sign of our dismissal. Pauline handed two
roubles to the dress maker, the stipulated
price, which, however, the principal was
too dignified to demand personally ; then,
with a shrinking ‘‘good evening,”’ we slip-
ped out of the room, down the grimy stair-
case, and regained Peter's droschky ‘at the
corner of the Elbow street with a mutunal
gasp of relief.
‘But I tell you it is all nonsense,’’ Paul-
ine reiterated a hundred times as we dash-
ed along toward home. ‘‘She is clever,but
she did not deceive me. She had got hold
of names and people—she had frightened
Frau Walther into telling her things, or
Zelie perhaps gossiped. As for your going
home to England to-morrow, that is moon-
shine. Pouf! You will stay two months
with us, ma belle, and prove to me what I
know already, that she is a rare old swind-
ler, that witch.”’
But though she talked and laughed in-
cessantly, I guessed that Panline had heard
more than she liked. Later on she voted
the Embassy ball horribly slow, and came
away before the cotillon, thereby desper-
ately disappointing young Boroff, who had
engaged her for it a week before, and I
fancy, considerably surprising her husband,
who said nothing, though he was extra at-
tentive in getting her wraps for our ear’y
return home, eyeing her with qniet, com-
prehensive watchfulness under which she
seemed more than ever uncomfortable.
‘It was barely eleven o’clock when we en-
tered the Lubimoffs’ apartments. . Pauline
was generally game. to sit up to any hour;
but tonight. she kissed me. hurriedly, mur-
muring something about a long day and
was retiring immediately, when some stupid:
impulse made me say, '‘Did you remember
to tell Zelie to search'for your bracelet ?’?
“‘Bracelet, what hracelet?’’ asked the
in a low
Count suspiciously.
her size or shapelessness of figure; then she .
““A bracelet which I Acaphed
noon and which I would not let Mabel look
for, lest in her British vigor she should
tread npon it,”’ Pauline ied. ‘‘Zelie
foand it before we went out; I forgot to tell
you.
1 said no more, though it occurred to me
that treading light been my offense in
the afternoon.
Next day I left Warsaw,summoned home
by a telegram, which, though | ily not
containing bad news, was of suflicient fam-
ily importance to cut short my visit. Count
Lubimoff saw me off himself, with every
possible courtesy. Pauline at the last
clang to me in a paroxysm of grief, which
our parting, after the realization of a de-
cidedly cooled friendship, did not altogeth-
er justify. I could only account for her
tears and entreaties that I would not go by
attributing them to the abject fear at the
curious fulfillment of the witch’s predic:
tion as regarded myself; if my fate came
true, how about her own?
How about Pauline Lubimoff’s fate, in-
deed ? She was not much of a correspon-
dent, and letters languished between us af-
ter I had been home a few weeks. It
was from the newspapers in the spring of
the following year that I gathered the ac-
count of the Boroff conspiracy, and certain
that it must concern the dashing young
lieutenant of cavalry, who body belonged
to the Czar’s army, but whose heart had
never joined the service, I wrote off to
Pauline at once, full of interest and in-
quiries. But my letter returned through
the Dead Letter Office months afterward.
Pauline Lubimoff was no longer a living
woman, only a number, where the numbers
ran to hundreds, in a Siberian prison gang.
The Czar has advanced Count Alexander
Lubimoff for the magnificent diplomacy
which led to the discovery of the Boroff
treason, and for the Spartan firmness with
which he gave up- even his own wife to his
Imperial master’sservice. I wonder some-
times if his chilly blue eyes have lost their
look of tireless watchfulness. And my
poor Pauline—my pretty butterfly Pauline
with her childish April moods and im-
pulses, her wild Polish heart and stern
Russian surroundings—has she found in
her Siberian death in life that ‘‘anion’’
which was predicted by the witch in War-
saw ?—By G. B. Stuart, in Philadelphia
Times.
this after
Gold Bar Missing.
Metal Valued at $20,000 Disappears from an
Express Car. It was Consigned to Buffalo, and
the Express Messenger Reported the Loss at
Detroit—Detectives Searching for it.
A bar of gold said to be valued at $20,-
000 to $23,000, disappeared from the ex-
press car of Wabash train No. 4, whicki ar-
rived at Detroit, Friday night from the
West at 8 o'clock and left for Buffalo at
midnight.
The property was in charge of the Pa-
cific Express company, and was consigned
to Buffalo. Just as soon as the messenger
missed the gold, he notified the local ex-
press agent of the company, who in turn
asked the police department to assist in the
search of the missing treasure.
Every available detective of Chief Mec-
Donald’s staff was assigned to the case,
and private detectives were also retained
to assist.
Pending the general manager’s arrival no
details will be given out at the local office.
It is supposed that the gold was shipped
from some Western mine. The bar was
missed just before the train pulled out for
the East.
At 1:30 o'clock Captain McDounell, chief
of detectives, said that his men had discog-
ered no clue to the whereabouts of the miss
ing gold. The precious bar was checked
out by the incoming messenger in the cus-
tomary manner and receipted for at the
company’s office in the Union depot. The
outgoing messenger then checked it and
receipted for it.
The value of the bar, as given to the
police is $23,000. At 2 o'clock the prom-
ised statement from Superintendent New-
hall had not been issued.
Woman’s Terrible Triple Crime.
Killed Daughter and Mother, Then Set Fire
Her Home and Perished in the Flames.
to
Mrs. James Strowbridge, of Guyanoga
village, in Yates county. N. Y., recently
killed her daughter. aged twenty-six years,
and her mother, aged eighty years, then,
after setting fire to the house in which the
bodies lay, deliberately entered it and per-
ished in the flames. She also set fire to
two barus in which were eighteen head of
cattle and three horses. When several
men tried to release the animals the fren-
zied woman fired at them with a revolver
and drove them away a short distance.
While they hesitated she suddenly cut her
throat, filled a pail of water at the well,
thrust a quantity of hay and straw into if
and replacing the whole mass on her head,
rushed into the blazing house in which her
charred hody and those of her daughter
and mother were found after the fire had
burned itself out.
The three women lived a hermit life,
working on the farm like men and often
wearing men’s clothing. They are sup:
posed to have heen well-to-do. Mrs.
Strowbridge is belived to have gone sud-
denly mad.
Too Precious.
A village clergyman had this choice hit
among his annals: One day he was sum-
moned in haste by Mrs. Johnson who had
been taken suddenly ill. He went in some
wonder, because she was not of his parish,
and was known to be devoted to her own
minister, the Rev. Mr. Hopkins. While
he was waiting in the parlor, before seeing
the sick woman he beguiled the time by
talking with her daughter. 2
“T am very much pleased to know that
yota mother thought of me in her illness,’
he said. ‘Is Mr. Hopkins away ?”’
The young lady looked unfeignedly
shocked.
“No,” she said. ‘‘Oh, no! But we’re
afraid it’s something contagious, and we
didn’t want to run any risks.”’—Youth's
Companion.
Left in the Nest.
A lady who had moved into a remote dis-
trict of the West found it almost impossible
to keep her ‘‘help.’’ One after another
girls came on from her country home in the
East, and were married before, as the de-
serted housewife said, ‘‘they had time to
wash the dinner dishes. Finally she sent
for a severe looking maiden of advanced
years who had no opinion of masculine
blandishments. On the day of the maid’s
arrival a miner called at the kitchen door
for a glass of water. He looked at her,
drank the water, expressed his thanks
briefly, and then went ronnd to the front
of the house, where the mistress herself was
sweeping off the steps. # :
“Well,”” said he, lazily, taking off his
hat, “looks as if you’d got a nest egg now !”’
Youth's Companion,
How Indians Polson Arrows.
Preparing tae Deadly Werpons Used by the Savage
Tribes.
The three oid bags in ‘‘Macbeth’ dron-
ing their
Double, double, toil and trouble ;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble,
as they boil snake filet, newt eye, lizard
legs, dog tongue and the like, were horri-
ble enough. The original Indian poison.
ers, the Indians of the Southwest, who doe-
tored up their arrowheads until they were
more deadly than the swiftest Mauser of
the barred Dumdum bullet, followed a for-
mula even more grewsome.
The Spaniards found them practicing
poisoning when they first landed on these
shores. The red men took the leg of an
Indian who bad been killed, filled it with
barbs, hung it in the air against the sun
and allowed it to fester for many days. The
barbs were removed and, without cleaning,
hung out in the air to dry. When the
Spanish came the Indians changed their
formula to the extent of using a Spanish
leg. If the victim was redheaded the poi-
son was considered the more deadly, be-
-cause of an alleged greater warmth in flesh
that raiced red bair. The result wasa
most malignant poison, which defied cure.
Scientists have heen studying the poison-
ed arrow subject recently, and a great deal
of new information has developed. Some
of this was made public recently at the an-
nual meeting of the American Society for
the Advancement of Science in Washing-
ton, which for that meeting at least affiliat-
ed with the American Folk Lore society.
The basis for this study seems to be the re-
ports collected for the king of Spain in
1725. The method of the Indians are de-
scribed in part as follows :
“Their bows were made of black palm
trees, the wood whereof was extraordinary
hard, a fathom in length and some more;
their arrows long and sharp. and so poison-
ed that they were certain death, if ever
they drew blood, so that few or none of
those that were wounded ever recovered.”
Dr. W. J. McGee, United States commis-
sioner of the newly established commission
for the promotion of archaeologic and eth-
nologic research in the three Americas, re-
cently addressed the Folk Lore society in
New York, advancing the opinion that the
poison of the Indians was largely shamonis-
tic. This is to say, the poison was often
applied to the bow instead of the arrows,
or certain spells were uttered or cast upon
weapons which it was thought would cause
the death of those the arrow struck. In
speaking of this poisoning Dr. McGee said :
“A poisoned arrow usually begins to op-
erate within three days after the wound is
given, and performs its effect in seven days
afterward ; in which time the patient raves,
eats and gnaws his own flesh, beats his
head against the wall and so dies. The
Spaniards desirous to know a remedy or
antidote against this poison, persuaded the
Indians both by promises and threats to
give them the receipt of it, but could not
prevail until such time as they wounded
one of those they had taken, and then giv-
ing him liberty to go abroad to seek his
remedy, they observed that he gathered
two sorts of herbs, which he stamped and
pounded several times, and drank the
juice of one of them, and the other he in-
jeoted into his wound ; but first he opened
the wound and drew out the barbs of the
arrow, which are very fine and thin, and
are left in the flesh after the shaft is taken
out; for unless the wound be first cleared
thereof, the herb can have no effect; and in
this manner the Indian cured himeelf.
Having made this discovery the Spaniards
used the same aniidote with varying re-
sults, as they had not the art to clear the
wound.
“‘Poisoned arrows are of two kinds, made
eisher of palm wood or of slender reeds
that grow by the sides of the rivers, and,
instead of iron at the points, they are fin-
ished with fish scales or pieces of flint,
anointed with a black bitumen, a beastly
mixture moistened with snake’s blood.
These ingredients ate placed over a fire in
an open field and hoiled with great trouble
and diligence till it is brought to perfec-
tion. So injurious was the vapor that the
person looking to it sometimes. died from
the effects. *
“Another poisonous composition was
made of 14 ingredients, and another of 24;
one that killed in three days, another in
five and another later, while sometimes it
was found that the wounded person lived
as many days as the poison had been made.
“The natives of Guadeloupe had what
they called ‘arrow plant.” The leaves of
this plant were as long as a palm, three
inches wide, bright green, and polished as
smooth as satin. They bear little flowers
like Lizeron, but with divided petals, vio-
let-colored on the outside and white inside,
shut up daring the day and open at night.
The savages value this plant bighly, and
not without reason, because each day’s ex-
perience proved the rare and estimable
qualities it possessed. Its roots, pounded
and applied to arrow wounds, poisoned
with mencinnille, entirely destroyed the
venom.
“The mencinille tree of the West Indies
bears a fruit that resembles the little Para-
dise apples, although they are the apples
of the infernal regions and of death, as
dangerous to the body of those who eat it
as was Adam's apple to the sonl. Its ap-
pearance invites one to touch it and to eat
it, but only to touch it raises blisters and
whelks to the hand, while to eat it is to
swallow death.
“The Caribs make use of this tree to
poison their arrows. They make an open-
ing in the bark and insert the airow, which
absorbs the liquid as it runs out, white as
milk, but thicker and more gummy, like
turpentine. When fighting, care is taken
that the arrows make two cuts, for the
purpose that when the point has entered
the flesh the rest of the arrow drops to the
ground, separating from the head,and thus
the poisoned part of the arrow remains
longer in the wound. there often being
trouble in finding it at all.
“The arrows used by the Caribs in huns-
ing large game have a point that is not
poisoned. Those used for little birds have
on the end a button of cotton, such as are
on the foils. They kill without piercing,
without shedding the blood,and thus spoil-
ing thé feathers. Those used by them for
fishing are of a single piece of wood, and
have a tolerably large barb, with a cord
tied to the butt end. This cord has at-
tached to it a piece of light wood. When
the fish feels the wound he swims away,
but the light wood keeps him upon the
water, always makes his whereabouts
known, the Carib swims to it, and, follow-
ing the cord, catches “he fish.
“When preparing fur battle the natives
of Martinique had a way of digging round
holes in which they planted poisoned ar-
rows lightly covered with leaves, with a
little earth on top, entrapping the enemy
by drawing him to this unique deathbed.”
——The Clearfield county home now has
160 inmates. Six persons were recently
discharged from the institution who deserv-
ed to support themselves.
oe TEENIE
Collins on the Stand.
Delaware Farmer Positively Denies Killing Wis
Wife. Contradicts Girl's Testimony. Prosecu-
tion Closes its Case by Producing a Witness
Who Says Me Weard Accused Tell His Wife
“§ Will Kill You Before Morning.”
The State closed its vase Friday in the
trial of Elmer Colling, charged with the
murder of his wife, Ilda, on their farm near
wa, Del., in April of last year and
the defendant took the stand in his own
behalf. When Collins took the stand he
detailed his movements at the time the
murder was committed, and positively de-
nied that he had committed it. He also
contradicted the testimony of the Rhoades
girl, who testified of her relations with the
defendant. During the recital of the details
surrounding the discovery of the body,
Collins broke down and wept for some min-
utes.
The prosecution closed its case by spring-
ing another sensation. It called to the stand
Harrison Wrotten, who lived near the
Collins farm.
Mr. Ward asked : ‘Do you remember
the day Mrs. Coilins was killed ?”’ *‘Yes.”
‘“Where were you living then ?”’ *‘With
James Low:”’
‘Did yor pass the Coliins house the
day before the murder 2’ ‘‘Yes.”
*“Where were you going?’ “From the
fish grounds to Low’s, along the Portsville
road.”’
‘Was anyone with you?’ ‘Yes; one
man and two boys.”’
‘‘What did you hear as you passed the
Collin’s house ?’’ *‘I heard words. I heard
quarreling. I harried the boys along.
As we passed I saw a man standing on the
porch.”
*‘Did you hear what was said ?”’
‘Yes; the man’s voice said : ‘I will kill
you between this and morning.” These
words were loud. There were others I
couldn’t hear well.”’
‘‘Have you ever seen Collins ?’’ ‘‘Yes.”’
Collins was asked to stand up and was
identified by Wrotten, who then continued :
“The next time I saw Collins it was after
the murder. He was kneeling in a wagon,
praying. I heard him ask the Lord to for-
give him for what he had dome. The
wagon was moving at the time.”
Cross-examination was bitter, and the
witness was asked if he didn’t frequently
change his residence. He replied : ‘‘Yes;
I always move on when I don’t like my
work.”’
Charles F. Richards Saturday afternoon
opened the case for the defense by saying
that he would disclose to the court and
jury that the defendant was a Sussex coun-
ty boy with the usual education of a coun-
try boy except for a six-months term in a
Dover academy. He said that they would
give in detail what was done by the family
on the 11th of April up until dark and
would show that there was company at the
house. He also said that they would show
beyond any doubt that the wife was living
on the morning of April 12th, when Collins
went to the field. He would show that
they had no trouble during the six years
they lived together.
‘We will show to you that there were
tracks leading across the field and that a
man was seen crossing the branch that
morning, and that a strange man on a
bieycie was near the place on April 11th.
And if the court will allow us will prove
that this is the man who committed the
murder.”’
Soufriere a Fine Sight.
The eruption of La Soufriere, in King-
ston, St. Vincent, which began Saturday
continued and increased in activity during
the night, until it became almost violent
at 7 o’clock Saturday morning. As 8:30
o’clock that morning its violence was un-
abated and the spectacle was awe-inspir-
ing.
The crater is belching forth dense black
clouds, which rise heavenward, accompa-
nied by loud, roaring and flashes that rend
the spreading pall of smoke which now
envelopes the entire island in darkness.
Electrical discharges occurred at intervals
during the night, while at daybreak the
sunlight playing on the stupendous volcanic
clouds produced exceedingly beautiful ef-
fects.
Relying upon the scientific opinion that
Kingston, although covered with heavy
clouds, which completely obscure the sun,
is not in danger. the population shows no
alarm. According to advices from Chatean
Belair dark sand is falling shere,and Point-
a-Pitre reports that strong detonations were
heard there throughout the night and morn-
ing.
CHILPANCINGO, Mexico, March 22.—
There was a sharp earthquake shock ac-
companied by subterranean noises at La
Union that afternoon. An earthquake
shock also was felt at Zihuatanejo.
Twenty-Five Poisoned at a Church
Festival.
Arsenic Was Placed in the Ice Cream They Ate.
Twenty-five people were poisoned by eat-
ing ice cream at a church festival given by
the Free Methodist congregation at Wal-
born run, two miles from Brockwayville
Thursday night. The social was given at
the home of Mrs. Anna Starr for the bene-
fit of the church. Shortly after the affair
was in progress several of the guests were
taken violently ill and in a short time
twenty-five men, women and children, who
bad been enjoying the festivities, were un-
conscious.
Physicians say that arsenic orsome other
deadly poison was placed in the ice cream.
It is said that a clue to the perpetrator
of the deed has been discovered. No arrests
have yet been made, but some startling
developments are promised.
Nearly all of those affecied were thrown
into convulsions, and many are not yet out
of danger, though no deaths were reported
up to Monday evening. Physicians are
working hard over the patients, and it is
thought the fatalities will be few if any.
They agree that the symptoms are those of
arsenic poisoning, and the general belief is
that the poison was put into the ice cream,
knowingly, and with murderous intent.
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Hetty Satisfied,
Richest Woman in America Sells Chicago Church to
Pay Claim for Money.
The Fifth Presbyterian church of Chica-
go was sold under the hammer for $14,-
774.55 in the Real Estate Board rooms at
11 o'clock Saturday morning. The pur-
chase was made by the Trinity Methodist
Episcopal church of Chicago, represented
by Attorney A. M. Pence. The sale was
the outcome of a foreclosure suit brough
by Mrs. Hetty Green. :
Attorney Pence offered to pay $14,774.55
for the property, and, as this was the
largest bid, it was accepted. - This amount
corresponds with the sum due Mrs. Green,
and will enable the trustees of the church
to satisfy her claim in its entirety.
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Said to Wave Written Mrs. Burdick that We Felt
that Ne Must Kill Her Nusband.
District Attorney Coatsworth hopes to
finish the Bardick inquest on Monday, but
he is not certain that another day will not
be needed. First he will call Mrs. Bur-
dick, the widow of the murdered man.
While she is on the stand a sensational let-
ter will probably be shown to her for identi-
fication and explanation. It was written
to her months ago by Arthur R. Pennell,
who was then in New York. In this letter
Pennell, referring to Burdick, wrote : “I
feel that I must kill him.”
The district attorney denied on Wed-
nesday that the letter was in his posses-
sion. The friends of Burdick iusist, how-
ever, that the letter will be produced as
soon as Mrs. Burdick is called to the wit-
ness stand. They are certain that it is
authentic, and do not believe that the
widow will deny baving received it.
Pennell’s hatred of Burdick was well
known to the anthorities. The details of
the strained, even hostile, relations be-
tween the two men now dead were gathered
immediately after the murder of Burdick
and hefore the death of Pennell. When
the police called on Pennell he said frank-
iy that the relations between him and Bur-
dick were etrained.” They learned, too, of
the angry words that passed between Bur-
dick and Pennell when they mes in an of-
fice one day. Burdick had told his partner,
Mr. Parke, of hie meeting with Pennell.
Pennell’s talks about Burdick after the
murder were not confined to the police.
Four days before he and his wife were
dashed into the quarry at Kensington he
told a reporter of his intention to make a
statement about Burdick.
‘Some may say it comes with ill grace
to abuse a dead man,’’ said Pennell, ‘‘but
when the times comes for me to make a
statement in defense of myself from what
some newspapers are printing about me I
intend to let the people know just what
kind of a man Burdick was. It’s pretty
hard to sit still and see them making him
out a saint and painting a lot of others
black. I did not like him and he did not
like me, and we both knew it, and I told
the police frankly we were not on good
terms and that our relations were strained.
That we were not friendly is a reason why
his death, coming at this time, was one of
the worst things that could happen to me.’’
Then Pennell turned to what agitated
him more than anything else, the possi-
bility that the newspapers would go into
details of his meetings with Mrs. Burdick
and of his having seen her within a few
days of the murder. Every day between
the death of Burdick and his own death
Pennell had his mind on his intended state-
ment. He even told about it to the barber
‘who shaved him on the morning before his
death. Pennell’s dislike of Burdick dead
was as apparent as his dislike of Burdick
living, but he never intimated to the police
or the reporters that he hated him enough
to kill him. Once hesaid that dragging in
Mrs. Burdick’s name was enough to drive
him crazy.
Burdick’s friends hope to show by this
newly found letter that Pennell was in the
mood to kill Burdick months before Bur-
dick brought the divorce suit in which he
named Pennell as correspondent. The
manner in which this letter was discovered
has not yet heen made clear. Some say it
was found in the Burdick house, others
that it was in Burdick’s office. The fact
remains that Mr. Burdick before his death
obtained possession of certain letters and
papers of Mrs. Bardizk.
Some of Burdick’s friends insist that al-
though Burdick did not keep all his papers
at his home, the person who murdered him
thought he had some desired letters or
papers in the den, aad that after killing
Burdick the murderer rifled the drawer of
the table in the den, hoping to obtain the
letters or papers. If so, the murderer fail-
ed to steal from Burdick’s coat some let-
ters from the father of Mrs. Warren, of
Cleveland, the woman referred to Wed-
nesday by Mrs. Paine as Burdick’s ‘'little
friend.” All this talk is like the testi-
mony of Charles S. Parks—intended to in-
volve Pennell. The police are not content
to dump the Burdick murder on Pennell
and say : ‘‘That job’s done.”’ They must
have some proof before a dead man is brand-
ed as a murderer, or even is accepted asa
part solution of the mystery.
If Pennell got into the Burdick house
through the kitchen window, as Mr. Parke
suggested at the inquest Wednesday, who
unlock > the window on the inside? The
other window was found locked, and Katie
Koenig, the second girl, says both windows
were locked when she went to bed. If
Pennell got in by the front door, who let
him in? Was it Burdick, clad only in an
undershirt ? If Burdick was asleep or ly-
ing in the den when the murderer e~tered
by the front door, who opened the door to
let the murderer in? If the murderer bad
a key, who gave the key to him? Parke
suggested Wednesday that Pennell had a
key. The autopsy has shown that the
partly eaten lunch on the table was nob
touched by Burdick. Did the murderer
eat part of it, with six other persons in the
house? These and other questions embody
problems that the police say must be solv-
ed if the accusation is to be maintained
that Pennell did the murder without an
accomplice. The ‘‘hired assassin’’ includ-
ed in Parke’s accusation meets little con-
sideration from the police. They think a
hired assassin wonld have done a quick job
and fled without waiting for lunch or stop-
ping to wrap up the body of his victim.
The district attorney has nothing to say
as to the results of the inquest up to date.
A great part of his questioning during the
three days dealt with the possibility of the
murder having been committed without
the knowledge or suspicion of ‘any person
in the household, and with the apparent
unwillingness of some members of the fam-
ily to assist the police. In those three days
testimony filling 500 pages was taken, and
as all but a few questions were asked by
Mr. Coatsworth it is not strange that his
throat is raw and his voice gone.
Baby Ginsburg’s Long Sleep.
Peculiar Case Made the Subject of an Interest-
ing Clinic.
Sarah Ginsburg, the 19-months-old child
of Mr. and Mrs. Abraham Ginsburg, of No.
1021 South Fourth street, who has heen
sleeping continually for a week, was the
subject of a clinic by Dr. Graham at the
Jefferson Hospital Saturday morning. The
physician said that the condition of the
child was extremely critical. The baby’s
temperature had risen, and her pnlse was
more rapid. No efforts were made at the
time to arouse her. The doctors at the
hospital say the case is one of the rarest
and most peculiar on record. ;
The child was not taken home, but will
Jemain in the hands of the hospital author-
ities, na
~~ No man can be provident of his time
who is not prudent in: the choice of his
company.