THE COUREUR-DE-BOIS. IT In the glimmering light of the Old Regime A figure appear like the flashing gleam Of aunlight reflected from apankling stream Or jewel without a flaw. Flaahtng and fading, but leaving a trace In atory and aong of a hardy race, Finely fnahioned in form and face The Old t'oureur-de-Boia. No loiterer he 'nenth the sheltering Of ladiea' howera where gallant" aing. Thro' his woodlnnd realm he roved a king. Ilia untamed will hia law. From the wily aavage he learned hia trade Of hunting and woodcraft; of nothing afraid: Bravely battling, bearing hia blade Aa a free Coureur de Boia. A bruah with the foe, a carouee with a friend. Were equally welcome, and made aome amend For the gloom and ailence and hardship that tend "To shorten one'a life, ma foi!" A wife in the hamlet, another he'd take Some duakv maid to hia camp by the lake; A rattling, roving, rollicking rake, Thia gay Coureur-de-Boia. Then peace to hia aahea! Tie bore hia part For his country's weal with a brave, stout heart. A child of nature, untutored in art, In his narrow world he saw But the dawning light of the rising aun O'er an empire vast hia toil had won. For doughty deeds and duty done, Salut! C'oureur-dc-Boia. Toronto Globe. Monsieur et Madame. By SIDNEY G. P. CORYN. A man marries to please himself and not his maiden aunts, and If Aunt Marjorle and Aunt Lettle can not reconcile themselves to my wife the loss will certainly be theirs. Fancy not being able to reconcile yourself to Marie! The very Idea Is preposterous. Aunt Lettle says that for an artist to marry his model Is the worst of bad taste. That, of course, depends a good deal upon the model, and Marie is well, Marie. After winning the statuary prize at the Ecole des Arts, I suppose I may fairly call myself an artist, but I'm not at all obliged to work for money, and If I choose I can spend the re mainder of my life In making statu ttes of Marie and filling every room In the house with them, and not at all a bad idea. What a wonderful difference a woman does make to a room. I mean, of course, Marie. I always thought my atelier in the Latin Quar ter at Paris was the dreariest, din giest den under heaven, until Marie came. I noticed a difference in the place before she had been sitting for her first hour, and after she had gone everything got a bit giaj, and dingy again, and then I knew what It was. The skull which I had bought for anatomical purposes was more irri tating In its manner than I had ever known it before, and as for the suit of Crusader chain armor, which I had purchased because it was of no earthly use to me, I simply lost pa tience with it altogether and kicked It into a corner of the room. I could not be really friendly with either of them any more. 1 was doing a head of Athene, and the moment I saw Marie I knew I had found what I wanted. I didn't come across her in the ordinary way. I mean she didn't come to my studio taking for work. She didn't pose very often, and then only to the best men. She happened to bring up a letter from the concierge, and when she saw my Athene through the half open door she came right In to look at it. MM was always like that, just as frank and comradely as possible, and with a wonderful little wise way about her. I tell you there wasn't a student in the neighborhood who would hao dated to deny her the respect due to Ills own sister. It never sesmed to occur to her that she was as beautiful as the sunrise, and that art students have a way of their own in such matters. She stood up on her own level, and It Just never entered into her head that other might not stand quite so high. Any way, tbey had to pull up to it when she was around. And so she came right into my room and put ber head upon one side and her hands behind her, with her little white arms bare to the elbow, nnd looked at my Athene. Then she gave a little ec static jump, and made the most de licious tiny moue you can imagine. "Ah, Monsieur Marvin," she said, "but that will bo charming. Tell me, monsieur, is it not wonderful to think that In the so rough clay one can hide away one's own beautiful fancy and then work and work until It comes to the surface? It Is to cre ate with just one thought, is it not, monsieur?" Nov this was more than I de served, because I had only done the first rough modoling, but I veritably believe the little witch could see an artist's Ideal behind the faulty ex pression. I know she put new heart into young Roland upstair', whose conceptions were sublime, and that was all there was to It until she made him believe In himself. She was. standing right In front of me when she made this pretty little speech, and there was something In the turn of her head that showed me just like an inspiration what Athone ought, to look like, although, of course, in reality Athene wasn't hair so beautiful couldn't possibly have been. "Mademoiselle," I said, "If yon would sit for me we would have an Athene hors de concurrence. Othcwlfcc I fear the Ideal will remain hidden away in the clay Ilka a dia mond In the mine, and It will never see the light at all." She looked at me a little doubtful ly, gave me a most bewitching little courtesy, shook her black hair back from her forehead, where It h.id a hubit of fulling In the most adorable confusion, and jumped Ilk' a bird on to the stool. "Moni'ieur does me too much honor," she sa.'d. And that is how Marie came to sit for me. How she did brighten up the old studio, to be sure. Even when she was not there I could remember that she had been there, and I could count the hours until she would ennm again. Only to fancy that she was sitting there filled the room with a radiance, and 1 even took pity on the poor old skull und restored hlw to his shelf, so that he might partlci pato In the sunshine and amend bis ways. As for Athene, it was well tiigU Impossible- to Impress that lady's martial featurrs upon clay with Ma rio's dimpling face before me, and I would toll he:- so, and then the little woman would be very stern, threaten ing to discontinue the sittings un less I would gay exclusive attention to the shape and pjlae of her head aud forget everything elss. Of course, that was absurdly Impossible. Now and then she would coma early and put the stildlo to rights, and aomo tlmei she would atay afior the tit. ting was over and we would have tea as It should be made, and scolded her for her obstinate refusal to wait until the water was boiling. Then she would pout and sulk so entrnnc Ingly that I would have given my fortune to be allowed to drive away the frowns In the only legitimate way, but I should Indeed have been bold to attempt that with Marie. All the same, I believed she liked to be scolded. It was very much like making love, wasn't it? Well, It was making love upon my part, although for a long time It was only an excess of camaraderie upon hers. Her pres ence had become a perfect Intoxica tion to me, and even when I was working alone a thought of her would act like an inspiration down to my very finger tips. But I never dared to tell her so, never dared to hint at what she was to me, never ven tured to overstep the line which her goodness and defenselessness had drawn around her. Once I asked her to accompany me on a half-holiday trip to St. Cloud. It may me that something in my manner was more ardent than my words, for she hesi tated and flushed under my gaze, and then she said, "But I have not the time, monsieur, and to take walks is not to work." "But, mademoiselle, one half day only, and the Athene is nearly fin ish ed." She suddenly turned from me as though half-petulantly, and then in a moment I saw that she was crying. What had I done aud how bad I hurt her? Apologies for every conceiv able offense rushed to my Hps, but she Interrupted "Ah, monsieur, it is not that. Never has your heart been more kind than now, but. when the Athene is finished, then I, too " and she covered her face with her hands and ran from the studio. I did not see her again for two days, and then she came back just as though nothing had happened, apparently as care free as a sunbeam, except once, when she Interpreted the meaning and the mes sage of a glance, and raised a warn lng finger with a "Not one word monsieur, not one word," and the half sad laughter on her face was like a ripple on a lake. Then I knew Truly the Athene was nearly fin ished, and it would be none too soon for the exhibition. Marie's interest In the work was boundless, her ad miration and praiBe unstinted. But I myself was far from satisfied. Work as I would, the expression which I longed to stamp upon the clay eluded me. I knew that Just the pressure of a finger tip, rightly done, would give me the picture that was in my mind, tout try as I would. It evaded me. Marie was all concern, all sym pathy. To her eyes the work was already perfect and she would stand before It, with her head bent, first to one side and then to the other, smil ing dellciously into the impassive and ungrateful face of the goddess, until I wondered how even moist clay could be so Irresponsive. I tried to explain to her the imperfection which baf fled me, but it was of no avail, and she resented my criticism as though she herself had been the artist. And so there were many little quarrels, and when I was more Insistent than usual Marie would pout and relapse into silence, or else she would inter rupt the expression of my gravest opinions by breaking out into sor entirely frivolous and irrelevant lit tle song, with "au clair de la lune" as a refrain at the end of every sec ond line. And then, In the set3t place of my heart, I knelt and wor shiped her, or took her In my arms aud kissed her into silence, but only in Imagination, and that seemed flat, stale, and unprofitable until I told myself that It was prophetic. But one day, after the usual quar rel, Marie stamped her little foot in a manner altogether terrifying, and. with a droop of her eyelids which was Intended to be dignified, but which was only entrancing, she said "I will say no more, monsieur. Your Athene is perfect, absolutely aud en ttreiy. Your disputatious prove to me that you are wrong." And, with that display of feminine logic, she suddenly held her little handkerchief in front of the Athene and kissed it full on the mouth through the dainty cambric. rancy such a wanton waste on a clay model! It was not only a sin ful extravagance, but it was an Im prudence, because the clay was moisi. After completing this prodigality she stepped back and stamped her foot again with an added defiance, and, in my adoration of her wilful beauty, 1 looked at her for long seconds be alnce that she never under any cir cumstance allows herself to be con tradicted. Indeed, she avows that she only kissed the handkerchief, and did not touch the model at all. Kven then the wastfulness would be the same, but this for the moment I forgave In view of future amends. Now, the next quariel was the very last one up to date. The Athene had been triumphantly finished and sent to the exhibition-room. Marie and I celebrated Its departure with a feast In the studio. We had tea, and, of course, as I was not watching her at the moment, she poured on the wa ter before It was boiling, and when I remonstrated she raised her eye brows petulantly and said something about "such trivialities," and also that the water certainly was boiling because It had been on the stove "ever so long." In addition to the tea we had cakes and pain d'eplcea and those long chocolates rolls with the mysterious white paste Inside. But, in spite of all these external marks of festivity, there was unques tionably a gloom over the studio, and the vacant place on the work table where the Athene had stood looked at us reproachfully, while the skull distinctly sneered In the most unpleasant possible manner. I began to talk vivaciously about the next piece of work I should un dertake, and Marie suggested a head of Hercules, with an almost imper ceptible toss of her own little head. but I knew that there were tears In her voice, although she says now that It was only my conceit that made me think so. And then the concierge came to the door with a letter upon which there was ten centimes to pay. Because I had no change, Marie paid It for me, and I said that I would re pay her at once, but all the same I vowed to myself that I never would. The sight of the contents of the envelope reminded me of a delicious little pleasantry which I had devised, and which yet was no more than Jus tice. It was a printer's proof of the official catalogue, of the Ecole ex hibits, and I tossed it across to Ma rie, and then watched delightedly while she was finding the entry of the Athene. She looked at It blankly, and then, with her round eyes open to the fullest extent, she said, "But what does it mean, monsieur? Who has made an error so stupid?" I took the paper from her and read what I expected to read, having my self supplied the words: "No. 2. Tete d'Athene, par Charles Marvin et Marie Cabot." She stood up, and for the first time I saw her really angry. "But, mon sieur," she said, "it Is cruel. This I have not deserved, to be thus ridi culed." "But, Mademoiselle Marie," I pleaded, "believe me, I meant no Jest. On my honor, the work was your as much as mine, and without such ac knowledgment I could not exhibit." But she was not to be comforted. She covered her face with her hands, and' I saw the tears trickling through, and then, as I ineffectually strove to make amends, she sobbed, "It is so absurd, so ridiculous. Everybody will know and everybody will laugh, and wherever I go I shall be ashamed. Two different names to one little model. It Is a betlse, a betise." "But, Marie," I expostulated, "It is but a proof, and by a stroke of the pen I will change it. See, I will do it even now" taking up a pencil and trying to draw her fingers from her face. "Look, dear child, I will put it right, and whoever laughs shall not laugh a second time. See, now" and I made her look, but the little tear-stained face was almost more than I could bear. None the less, I took my fate in both hands, and as she watched me I carefully erased both names and In serted above them the words, "par Monsieur et Madame Charles Marvin." Marie gave a little hurt cry, but. knowing that it was a case of now or never, I caught her In my arms and would not let her say a word un rhe Imaginative Novelist By the Editor of Life. When It Is not deliberately fantai :lc, the imagination of the novelist quipped with a scientific training lometimes takes on the nature of prophecy the prophecy that, accord ing to our modern understanding, Is no wise supernatural, but is simply a perception of the truth, raised to the nth power. 8uch a seer, along material lines, was Jules Verne, who, as everybody knows, foretold In his fictions such marvels as the sub marine boat. We seem to recall that Bulwer Lytton, "a kind of splendid charlatan," did something of the same sort In "The Coming Race." And now comes H. O. Wells, who, two years ago, In his remarkable work, "A Modern Utopia," antici pated the amazing announcement, recently cabled from London, that Louis Brennan, with the aid of the gyroscope, has perfected a new syi tem of locomotion whereby railway trains of great width may attain an Incredible speed. Had the Herald's special cable conveyed this news, the sophisticated readers of that jour nal's pseudosclentlftc "beats" might have passed the salt aud sought the sobering effect of the "society" col umn. But it was set forth on the first page of the Sun, and fortified by the "auspices of the Royal Soci ety." Hence, though we rubbed our eyes and read again, we knew It must be so. And now let us compare prophecy with the facts in hand. "It has been decided," says Mr. Brennan, "to make the experimental wagon twelve feet wide, or one and a half times as wide as usual." Again: "Mr. Bren nan's confident dream," says the Lon don correspondent, "Is of a trans continental line furnished with a traveling hotel with rooms fifteen or twenty feet wide that will carry pas sengers In perfect comfort and safety, at a Bpeed of 120 to 150 miles an hour." What did Mr. Wells say? "A Utopian train Is just a peculiar kind of hotel corridor that flies about the earth while one sleeps." To read hiB chapter of an Imaginary trip to London from some distant point on the Continent is like reading a news account of what we are now assured is really to happen in the near future. The author and his companion, the botanist, reach the railway station, with Its books and comforts, and, ex changing their shoea for slippers, sit down at eaHe like men In a club. A bell tinkles, they see the label "Lon don" on the doorway, and presently they pass Into an equally comfortable gallery. And when the train, with Its few windows, and with all the appointments of a club, has started, they do not know It: "The botanist touches my arm and nods towards a pretty little lead paned window, through which we see a village sleeping under cloudy moonlight go flashing by. Then a skylit lake, and then a string of sway ing lights, gone with the leap of a camera-shutter. "Two hundred miles an hour!" Their observation Is but momen tary; for when one travels beyond a certain speed there is nothing but fatigue in looking out of a window, says the author, "and this corridor train, twice the width of Its poor ter restrial brother, will have no noed of that distraction." As Alfred Russel Wallace has pointed out, mankind through all the centuries preceding the nineteenth knew nothing much better than the ox-cart. Then, presto! the steam locomotive, and civilization moved forward at one enormous stride. And now: One hundred and fifty miles an hour! New York to San Fran cisco in a day! Only a few weeks ago, Mr. Harriman was pointing out what others had pointed out In years gone by the need of widening the railway gauge. But Mr. Brennan's wheels go round on a single rail. It 1 News of Pennsylvania 1 ' Wells, after all. In the confidence of l Mr. Brennan? From Life. only COea to show that nnr eanrafna UUU WUUIU IIUl 1BI ilU. BOJ a uu- 1' til I knew that I had won her. What of Industry need the couusel of the I mvself said 1 do not know, and Ma- imaginative novelist. Or was Mr. rie says that she does not know either and if I had not stopped her she would have said that neither did she care. But tue amenaea prooi was sent back, and before the judges as sembled the catalogue was Justified. The Argonaut. WORDS OF WISDOM. fore glancing at the Athene which had been thus Banctlfleil. When 1 did look a sudden bewilderment seized me, and I pirouetted wildly in front of It, shouting, "Eureka, Eu reka, found at last! " And found It certainly was. It could have been nothing else but the light Imprint of those delicious liv ing lips upon the dead clay which had given the one touch needed, the touch for which I had searched and longed. After all, It was not sur prising. She could have kissed a smile into the lace of a atone tiger. Of course, I could not make her see for herself the mlretle that she had wrought. That would have been ; admit dfat, and the has told ra That American Quadrille. At St. Servan, whera we stayed la Brittany, we met many charming peo ple, both French and English and two or three Americans. I made friends with a Parisian girl of about my own age who lived In the house. She knew not a word of English, but we got along very well. Through her I was Introduced Into thi little co terie, at first mostly composed of French people, who made merry overy evening. FlrBt, for the benefit of the elders, there would be music; then, far the youngar people, danc ing. Perhaps I did not learn all tbo French I night have in that month, but I learned twelve new dances and Innumerable curious customs! One of these dances I must speak of, for It vm6 highly entertaining. It began more or less like a quadrille. After a great deal of bowing and scraping, the evolutions became gradually less and less dignified, and at last all hands were joined and the entire party tore through the house like a pack of wild Indians When I sank breathless Into a chair after my ffc-Bt ; experience with this peculiar form of exercise, a charming English lady i asked me In slightly disapproving ac- j cents : "Was that American quadrille your , suggestion, my dear?" Travel Magazine. Patience Is a virtue, but there are others. An all-round man should be on tho square. The primary cause of divorce is marriage. Fortunate is he who is taken at his own valuation. It all the world's a stage, where do the critics come in? You couldn't raise the hopes of some people with a derrick. People who are suspicious always And what they are looking for. The girl who makes hay while the sun shines Isn't afraid of freckles. Few of us get stoop-shouldered from carrying the burdens of others. Some people are narrow-minded that they can't even take a broad hint. It is safer to'say that all men are liars than to try to prove an individ ual case. Some fellows seem to hustle so muoh that they haven't time to do anything. The stock market Is where the speculator hopes to clean up the filthy lucre. A man may have a fondness for widows and still feel that a Miss la as good as a Mrs. The best years of a man's life are those that come after his best years have been wasted. itf spite of the fact that there is no such thing as the biggest half, most people want it. A woman may be as young as she feels, but she Is generally older than Englishmen in France. The Englishman who lias a fancy for France will try to be French; the Englishman who admires Praaee will she thinks she looks remain obstinately English. This is to be particularly noticed iu the case of our relations with the French, be cause It is one of the outstanding pe culiarities of tho French that their vices are all on the surface and their extraordinary virtues concealed. One might almost say that their vices are the flower of their virtues. Tb II. lus..ad LoMou Newj. There is a certain brand of Chris tian who feels that paying pew rent untitles him to a reserved seat in heaven. The man who boasts of bis wick edness Is seldom to be believed any more than the man who prates of bis piety. From the "Gentle Cynic," in the New York Tlaifs. A DE8PKRATH BATTLV. Mtn. Anna Rotiinnn Dying mid Hus- band Wowdtd, Sharon (Special). The Black Hand run amuck In this town this morning. Ono woman Is dying and her husband is seriously wounded, while one of the attacking Black Hand party Is In jail under heavy guard. Mrs. Anna Rotunna, wife of Syl vester Rotunnn, the wealthy Italian leader of Sharon, Is the Injured wom an. Her husband made a valiant fight for her with a hatchet, but could not withstand the bullets of the alleged Black Hand gang which came to commit murdef. From Information given the police, both Rotunna and his wife had re fused to contribute to the Black Hand. Three days ago Guisseppe Collotto, said to be leader of the Black Hnnd In the Sharon District, came to the home of Rotunna In his absence nnd demanded $1 DO of his wife. When she refused they beat her badly. Rotunna on his return swore venge ance, and this morning he saw Col lotto and a companion passing the house. He ran out with his wife, calling to the alleged Black Hand leaders to stop. Collotto and his companion opened fire. Mrs. Rotunna falling with two bullets In her breast. Rotunna had picked up a hatchet and he came out and closed with the shooters, but he fell from a bullet In his thigh and one through his hand. There were many people on the street, and a mob chased Collotto and captured him, but his compan ion escaped. Collotto was badly handled before he was landed In jail. It was said at the hospital that Mrs. Rotunna cannot live. Ill 111 I I HY MINK ( AVE IN. Workmen Are Caught By Full Of Rock. Plttston (Special). No. 14 col lier, one of the most Ill-fated of the Erie Coal Company's system, In this district, was the scene of another dis aster, by which five men were en tombed and probably killed. A squeeze has been In progress for several days and the company placed men at work erecting timbers In an effort to check It. The trouble is In the tunnel: a split of the fourteen foot vein. At 5 o'olock P. M., the roof sud denly dropped, catching the work men beneath It. The victims are John Bustlce, of Hillsdale; Peter Fynn, of Port Griffith; James Boyie, of Inkerman; John and Joseph Koe nlg, of Duryea. The tunnel Is choked with a mass of rock for a distance of one hun dred feet. Rescuers are at work and have been able to talk with Bustlce who. apparently, is the only one of the entombed men alive. He is beneath tho rock and It (ls feared he may die before the rescuers can reach him. COXKY RAISING NEW ARMY. Will Preach The Gospel Of Munici pal Ownership. Pittsburg ( Special ) .General Ja cob S. Coxey, whose name became known In tho world during the march of his famouB army In 1892. will soon begin raising another army to visit every State and territory In the Union, and preach the gospel of State and municipal ownership of public service corporations. "All reports that I have abandon ed any of my Ideas or the proposed campaign are erroneous," said the Oeneral. "I propoBe to cover the whole country In a systematic way and this undertaking will be a giant compared to that of 1892. I will make the start as soon as an enter prise In which I am interested will permit. I expect to spend $200,000 In this campaign of education." Coxey Is expecting a fortune from the Nevada mining proposition. If his hopes are fulfilled he will take his army In a special train. If not then It will have to walk as It did In 1892. CRASHED INTO SAFETY GATES. Brake On G. L. Hallurd'x Mnchlne Gave Out. Norrlstown (Special). While de scending the steep West Main Street hill, G. L. Ballard found that the brake of his automobile refused to work. A terrible death stared him In the face for the safety gates of the grade crossing of the Reading Railway were down because of the approach of a passenger train from Philadelphia. The machine sped down the hill, crashlug through the gates and land ed upon the tracks In the path of the train. Fortunately, James Malone, the crossing watchman, saw Ballard's peril and with his Hag ran down the track and signalled the on-coming train, which was stopped a few feet from the wrecked automobile. Ballard escaped serious Injury. His explanation of the aocident Is, Something got wrong with the brakes of my machine and they re fused to work." Oleomargarin License Returns. Harrlsburg ( Special ) . Commis sioner Fouat, of the Dairy and Food Bureau, has issued a statement show ing thai from January 1 to August 15. Inclusive, the following license certificates .for the sale and use of unceloreJ oleamargarln were Issued in Pennsylvania: Retail dealers, 193; wholesale dealers, 8; boarding houses, 3: restaurants, 2. Renovated butter, 15. The license fees amount ed to $.25,671.74. which was paid Into the State Treasury. Race Suicide Forgotten. Norrlstown (Special). The seven teenth child, a son, was born to Mr. ami Mrs. W. Scott Marsden, of this borough. Of the seventeen, there ere thirteen children living, six boys and seven girls. All of the thirteen ml their home with their parents, aim at meal times the happy group of fifteen are seated at the family ta ble. The father is a tipstaff of the Quarter Session Court and was for a number of years countable. Both he and Mrs. Marsden are receiving congratulations upon the birth of their son. 22 MINISTERS AT FUNERAL. Hundreds Atti'iul Services Over Re mains Of Rev. ItHcbman. Hamburg (Special). The largest funeral held In eastern Berks and western Lehigh Counties for many years was tl at of the late Rpv. lames N. Rnchman, of Lynnport. Deceased was the pastor for twenty- eight years of the Jacksonville Charge of the Reformed congrega tion, and the members poured out In large numbers to do honor to his memory. Twenty-two clergymen at tended the obsequies. Of these. Revs. Moses George, James Oswald, Oeorge Smith. William Wenner, George Greenawalt and Peter Bach man officiated as pall-bearers. Not half of the assemblage could gain admission to the church at Jackson ville, where services were held and Interment made. WKDGKD IN A TREE. Limb Sawed Off To Release Man From Its Grasp. Milton (Special). Harry Reed and Ike Goodman were trying to walk the guard rail on the River Hrldge at 10 o'clock P. M., when Reed l03t his balance and fell Into a buttonwood tree and was caught by the leg and securely wedged In the crotch of the tree. Goodman In an effort to save him fell to the ground and was badly lnjnred and stunned. He came to town and tried to get assistance without success until 4 o'clock, when he awakened a man who lived near by. They made a rope of a pair of reins and Becured the unfortunate young man so that he could not fall, then cut off the limb of the tree. Reed was removed In an exhausted condition after his terrible ordeal of seven hours. KLEVF X-YEAR-OM) A HERO. lumped Into River And Saved Little Girl From Drowning. Pittsburg) (Special) Leslie Herdt, of 1323 Carson Street, Allegheny, is only 11 years old, and very smaH for his age, but he proved a brave little hero, when he rescued six-year-old Marie WlUon, of Beaver Ave nue, from drowning when she fell Into the Allegheny River at the foot of Fayette Street. The little girl fell from a log while trying to get her pet dog out of the water. Leslie Jumped Into the wa ter and caught the little girl as she sank for the third time. He got her to shore without assistance. RNsJ Dcuth Of Edwin T. Moul. York (Special). Edwin T. Moul, one of York's pioneer business men. died suddenly at Clifton Springs, N. V., where he had been sojourning the past two weeks. Mrs. Moul, who hurried to his bedside when she heard of his critical condition, was present at the time of his death. The deceased was prominent In In dustrial and financial affairs of this city for many years. He was pro prietor of the National Hovel and connected with several large Indus trial establishments. He represent ed the Eighth ward for many years In the city school board and was one of the organizers of the City Bank. Mr. Moul Is survived by a widow and three sons. Millionaire Tanner Dead. Allentown (Special). A telegram has been received In this city an nouncing the sudden death at Spo kane, Wash., of William F. Mosser, millionaire tanner of Clearfield Coun ty, Pennsylvania, and head of. the sole leather firm of W. F. Mosser & Co., of Boston. He was Interested In various tanneries throughout the United Stamps, and was a stockholder In numerous Industrial enterprises. Mr. Mosser was 48 years old. Fishing Trip Costs $1000. Sellnsgrove (Special). It was learned here why William E. Mee han, Commissioner of Fisheries paid a recent mysterious visit to this vi cinity. It Is said that information had been given the State authorities that several men prominent In Jack son Township, Snyder County, had seined 92 bass from Penn's Creek, two miles north of this place. It will cost the offenders at least $1000 to settle. Dream Came Too Late. Sellnsgrove (Special). Aroused from his sleep by a dream that rob bers bad entered his bakery, B. F. Bastaln hurried to the shop and found his dream had been aoted In reality. STATE OBITUARY. Allentown (Special). Rev. Cyrus J. Becker, of Catasauqua, 80 years old, the oldest member of the Fast Pennsylvania classls of the Reform ed Church, Is dead. He served the Howertown Church forty-four years, succeeding his father. Rev. Charles C, Becker, who was pastor forty seven --ears, their service extending from 1811 to 1902. Rev. Mr. Beck er was ordained In 1851 and resign ed June 22, 1902, when his healtt. failed. He left two sons. York (Special). Emanuel Fry, one of York's wealthy citizens, a re tired coal merchant and brick manu facturer, died suddenly at his home here. He was 7 1 years old and Is survived by a widow and five chil dren. Deceased was a veteran of the Civil War. Mauch Chunk (Special). James H. Hanword, 51 years old, the widest known man In Carbon Coun ty, is dead. He was Recorder of Deeds of Carbon County for twelve years. Death was due to' a complication of diseases. Gettysburg (Special). John C. Group, president of the board of county commlastoners. fell dead at his home In ifcvllle. Mr. Group was one of the float prominent poli ticians in Adams County. He served one term as a director of the poor and for a number of years has been one of the county commissioners. Milton (Special). Thomas 8. Kuts, native of Milton, but for years a resident of Wllllamsport, died while visiting al the home of his titer. Mr. A. Etlenberger. of West Milton. He was In bis t7th year and Is survived by a wife aud sun. MURDERER'S GHOST RETU Practical Joke Played On Prisoner Came Near Ending Fatally. Towanda (Special). Michael Combourt, prisoner In the Bradford County Jail, Is seriously ill as a re sult of a practical Joke played oa htm by fellow-prisoners Saturday night. It required the services of Or. T. Ben Johnson to save the man; from death, and careful nursing will be necessary to restore blm to health. He was assigned to the cell for merly occupied by Charles Johnson, the murderer, who was recently exe cuted In the Towanda Jail yard. Combourt was afraid to occupy thai cell, and the other prisoners teased! him continually, telling him that be would see Johnson's ghost some night. The Italian took the matter very seriously, and Saturday morning declared that the previous night he had been visited by the spirit of the man who died on the gallows. About 10 o'clock Saturday night two of the prisoners with a sheet rigged on a t.room in a way to make) It resemble a human form, visited Combourt's cell and found him sloep-' lng. They held the broom up so It would appear most hideously and then threw a stick in on the sleeping man. Combourt started from hia cot. Seeing the "ghost" bowing to him he gave a shriek and then fell to the floor unconscious. The jokers took fright at the suds den turn of affairs and called Sheriff Griffin and Turnkey Ward. Com bourt was found on the floor of his cell, and to all outward appearancea was dead. His heart was but faint ly beating, the pulse was gone and the end seemed near. Dr. Johnson administered powerful stimulants, and after an hour's hard work pronounced Combourt out ot immediate danger. ROB PAYMASTER OF S6.00O. Capture Money At Point Of Revolrer. Philadelphia (Special). William H. Hicks, paymaster for the Schaum & Uhllnger Company, textile machin ists, in the northwestern section of the city, was held up and robbed of $6,000 within a short distance of the machine shops by two highwaymen, one of whom shot him In the right arm. Hicks, accompanied by Walter P McDonald, purchasing agent for the company, was on his way to the shop with a satchel containing the $6,000, which was to be used in making up the pay envelopes of the employes, when he was waylaid. It Is charged, by John Posicki, a form er employe of the Schaum & Uhllng er Company, and a companion. The highwaymen held pistols at the heads of Hicks and McDonald and demanded the satchel contains lng the money. Hicks carried a re volver, which he drew, when one ot the thieves grabbed the satchel and fired at Hicks. The bullet struck Hicks In the right arm compelling him to drop the revolver. The rob bers fled and McDonald picked up Hick's pistol and began shooting at them. The shooting attracted a crowd, and hands from several mills In the neighborhood chased Poslckl. After a chase across open lota Poslckl Jumped on a trolley car and. holdlug his revolver at the motor man's head, commanded him to run the car as fast as he could, but the pursuers pulled the trolley pole from the wire and stopped the car and fugitive was caught. Later Anton Mojeskl was arrested at Poslckl'a home on suspicion of being one of the highwaymen. After the chase the stolen satchel was found lying on one of the open lots across which the highwaymen fled. Hicks was not seriously hurt. OBJECT TO WARLIKE TOYS. Creates Fighting Thoughts In The Breasts Of Children. Pittsburg. (Special). Rabbi J. Leonard Levy, of Pittsburg, presi dent ot the Pittsburg Society and a recent delegate to the New York Peace Conference, also a visitor at The Hague Conference, has return ed from a 10-week visit to Europe, where he spent much time trying to get the makers of toys to desist from warlike models, taking the ground that playing with such toys un aol dlers, guns, etc.. creates warlike thoughts in the breasts of the chil dren. His mission was a failure, and the famous rabbi said: "The manufacture of toys in Ger many, particularly In Hamburg, 1a purely a commercial proposition, and they will make toys for which the find the best market. Irrespective of. other conditions. No help In the peace problem can be expected from that source now, as commercial bene fits are considered by far the mora Important. J "Peace through the abolishment of warlike toys Is an admirable theory and one which can he work ed out, eventually, but only with the? assltance ot the Americans. What Is now needed Is that some American Invent a peace toy, have it made la Germany and allow them to exploit' It In this country. Only In this way1 can we get universal recognition of any peace toy." Senator Vaeuegriffs Will. Doylestown (Special). By the will of former State Senator Charles S. Vandegrlft, late ot Eddington, pro bated at Doylestown, the bulk of the estate, which is estimated at $100.- 000, goes to hia widow. One thou sand dollars Is left to the Vandegrlft burial grounds at Corn well; $1,000) to the Eddington Presbyterian Church, and $1,000 to Annie H. Hutchinson, for many years an emJ ployee of the Senator's household. New Home For Governor. Harrlsburg (Special) Governor Stuart will have appartments at the Senate Hotel during tho remodeling of the Executive Mansion. Removal o," furniture from the mansion was begun under direction ot Superin tendent Ratrtbo. and the furniture will be stored In the attlck until it; Is decided what to do with It. Tbej probabilities are that much of it will' be replaced by the Board of Public Grounds and Buildings, ao that ttt will be appropriate to the refitted! mansion.
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