" HOBIIBICIICIIBICIOISIBIBICIOIIOIBICICINIINY «FIRST WOMAN Story of a Chicago Girl Who Explored St. Pierre's Ruins. IN DEAD CITY. HORIOK BBOICRIOBICIBICICIICIBICIOIRICIOIIEK T was perhaps natural that the dozen or so correspondents, artists and explorers who had been dodg- ing volcanoes cn two islands for a week should feel that they were the only passengers aboard, and that ev- erybody should love them for the dan- gers they had passed. There is no doubt about it, some were a trifle “brash,” and there was much talk about eruptions, pillars of steam, mountains of ashes, rivers of mud and cities of ruins. They had mot been aboard a day, and had not yet got well “shaken down” with the other passen- gers. A sunny-faced little woman of gentle speech, with fluffy white billowing all about her in the light breezes, reclined restfully in a steamer chair outside the starboard staterooms of the deck cabin. She listened courteously to the personal experiences of half a dozen men who had just “been through the ruins of St. Pierre,” murmuring from time to time, “How very interesting!” It was the Bluenose skipper who first gave me the hint. I thought I saw a wicked gleam in his eye as he over- flowed in a Bermuda chair nearby, | and his five feet (circumferentially) of wind-tanned seaman quivered all over in silent mirth. “The joke,’ O worthy mariner,” 1 quoth, skirting his flanks, “give me the tip. Let me in. Put me next. I enjoy comedy, and I lack cheerfulness. Wherefore those mirthful body- quakes?” “Young man,” he said, slowly, “some of these boys have gone full steam ahead without looking at the chart or taking soundings. There are other hookers than the Madiana bumping the sad sea waves. Do you fall over- board?’ I thought I did, and respectfully withdrew. That afternoon I cast an- chor by the deck-chair of the sunny- faced woman in white and said gently, but firmly: “I should like very much to know what you saw, and how you felt, in the ruins of the dead St. Pierre.” She laughed. “Well, let's go up on the roof ef the back porch, as I heard the young man from Indiana call it this morning.” And so, on the hurricane deck of the Madiana homeward bound from Barba- does, in the shadow of the cloud- crested peaks of the Dominican Moun- ‘tains, I heard the story of the first woman to visit the desolation of the buried city at Martinique, and the only woman yet, €o far as I know. “When the news of the catastrophe reached us at St. Kitts,” said the vyoman in white, “my husband, Dr. Joseph Haven, who represents the United States on that island, an- nounced his intention of going to Mar- tinique at the earliest possible oppor- tunity. I thereupon announced my in- tention to the same effect. He didn’t want me to go, of course, but of course I went. You know I'm a Chicago girl. We caught the Madiana at Basse Terre on Wednesday, May 14, and anchored in the harbor of Fort de France on Friday night. “On Saturday morning we went ashore and wandered through Fort de France. “All Saturday showers of fine ash fell from time to time over the town. They came in gusts, blinding our eyes and streaking our faces. I kept up an umbrella most of the time in an effort to shield myself, but the ashes sifted down the back of my neck just the same. I had used umbrellas for many sorts of purposes, but never thought I would use one to protect myself from a storm of ashes from a volcano. The houses were covered, and the people in the streets looked like ghosts in a fog. The statue of the Empress Jos- ephine was completely draped in ihe ghostly mantle. “We had intended going down the coast to St. Pierre on Sunday. but the captain of the Cincinnati declared that it was unsafe. I spent the day in visiting the hospitals, “On Monday morning at € o'clock we went aboard a tiny steamboat which Dr. Haven had chartered. There were about half a dozen in the party. “Dark clouds were rolling out of Mont Pelee as we drew near. We steamed up and down the roadstead three or four times, in front of the ruined city. The grim, ghostly desola- tion of the scene, as viewed from a distance, was too much, almost, for my mental grasp. There was no detail to seize upon. It was a relief even to look at the menacing outpour of steam and vapor from the volcano. “We went ashore at the extreme southern point of St. Pierre, where a little stream separated the city from the village of L’Anse, that lay under the slope of Morne d’Orange, on the Rop of which was the splintered statue of St. Mary the Virgin. The little steamer ran close in shore, and we were landed on the beach by a small boat. I had to jump, but took the right moment, and got ashore without a wetting. How was I dressed? Oh, I wore just ordinary womankind ciothes, with a short skirt, the ‘Rainy Daisy’ skirt you call it in New York, and stout boots. “At the first step I slumped in ashes to my boot-tops, and after that every- thing was ashes. Great, gray-coated walls, that rose in jagged edges to the ' first story near where we landed, they told me were the ruins of the rum dis- | tilleries. “We made our way painfully orer the runs, and crossed the ash and mud choked bed of what had been the ashes. little stream that divided St. Pierre from L’Anse. There, on the slope of Morne d’Orange, under the statue of the Virgin, had been two very fine estates, the homes of Dr. Barbe and M. Leon Marie. Their estates joined, each having its handsome, solidly con- structed chateau, its servants’ lodges, and its magnificent grounds, gardens, walks and driveways. “I’Anse had not felt the full effect of the blast that came from Pelee on the morning of May 8 The ash line that marked the desolated zone from the, zone of safety ran just beyond on the crest of Morne d'Orange. But there was nothing left of life in I’ Anse. Chateaux, lodges, walks and walls were blended in one gray ruin. The big iron gates that had opened to the grounds of the Barbe estate lay prone, broken and twisted as by some giant strength. “Just inside the gates lay a gray, charred form, perhaps the body of a servant who had got that far in his rush for safety. All around, as we proceeded toward the chateau, lay other gray, charred forms. I couldn't think of them as the shells of those who but a little before had breathed the breath of life. The sight of one dead body may be grewsome, even horrifying, but in the presence of hun- dreds, thousands of them, the impres- sion is too general; it is so much as to benumb the sensation of particular and individual h&rror. They seemed to me at the time as so many ashen mounds. “Pelee’s wrath had been freakful Massive stone structures were demol- ished, but here before us, a hundred vards or so from the stricken chateau, was a frail lodge, one.of the servants’ quarters, standing intact, with not an inch of the wood of its shingled roof scorched. My husband pushed open the door, into a little room perhaps 12x10. “The single article of furniture in the room was a box-made cot against the side of the further wall, with a little extension running out from the head, like the base of an L. On the cot lay a negro woman, in an attitude of sleep. Her face was calm and un- marked. The white garment she wore was not even blackened. “A short, black clay pipe hung from her lips, and rested with the bowl on her breast. “On the table part of the cot stood a half-filled bowl of gruel, with a spoon still in it, a part of a loaf of bread, and a little tin oil lamp. “Lying on the floor beside the cot were two little children, perhaps three and five years of age, the head of one resting on the breast of another. Their single garments, little slips, were not even scorched. It was as if they had fallen down while at play and gone to sleep. “The mother had evidently had her morning meal and lain down on the cot to smoke, with the children playing about the floor. They were not crushed, they were not burned. They must have been killed, sharply and suddenly, by some very deadly gas, as quickly and mercifully as by a light ning stroke. “Dr. Barbe's fine chateau we found in ruins almost complete. Broken walls were standing to the second floor, and part of the roof still remained. The in- terior was a mass of broken stones and Dr, Barbe, with his family and all his servants, perished. “We had” a mournful mission to the ruins of thé estate of M. Leon Marie. Signor Paravacieno, the Italian Consul at Barbadoes, was one of the party, and he was looking for the body of his daughter. This young woman, Who was one of the most beautiful girls in Barbadoes, had been at school at the convent on the heights of Morne Rouge, back of St. Pierre. She was about finishing, and her family. who idolized her, had been making all sorts of preparations for her homecoming. Her brother had imported a new car- riage from England for a coming-out gift, and her father had built a new residence especially in her honor. Plans were in preparation for a grand fete when she came home. “On the day before the disaster the nuns sent her from the convent to the residence of M. Marie, thinking that, in its much further distance from the volcano, she would be safer there than at Morne Rouge. The convent was un- touched, while every soul in and about M. Marie's place perished. “The Marie estate was an extensive one. M. Marie entertained lavishly, and had a corps of forty servants. On the very eve of the destruction of St. Pierre he had a big house party from the society folk of the city. None of the merry guests who drove through the big carved gateway that night ever went out aga’. Half a dozen big elegant carriages were found in the courtyard. Under one of them lay the body of a man. All about the grounds were other bodies, some of them lying in heaps: They were charred and un- recognizable... Bodies of horses, cattle and chickens were strewn about. In the bed of the little rivulet lay a dozen cattle, with the herdsman’s body among them. “The Marie chateau was a heap of stones and ashes, surrounded by jag- ged walls perhaps ten feet high. The Italian consul, with a force of work: men, conducted a systematic search for the body of his daughter and re- covered it. In addition to other means of identification, this body was cor- seteG. Martinique girls do not wear corsets usually, and never in the morn- ing. “Passing over the stone bridge over the rivulet, we made our way toward the city. The road was strewn with bodies. On some of them the clothing had not been burned; other baddies were charred so as to be unrecogniz- able as human forms. In one place we saw the bodies of a man and a horse lying in the roadway before a gate. One of the man’s legs was thrown partly over the horse, as if he had been in the act of mounting to flee when both man and steed were overtaken by the deadly breath cf the volcano. “From the ruins of the city we saw the Potomac steam in and cutters laden with men put ashore from her. It was the landing party coming ashore to rescue the bodies of Mr. Prentis, the United States consul, and Mr. Jap, the British consul. A few minutes later the big British cruiser Indefati- gable steamed into the roadstead and lay to without anchoring. ‘“AMont Pelee hegan to look threaten- ing. The clouds that arose from the volcano got denser and blacker, and seemed to be rolling down over the mountainside toward the city. We decided to embark again and put off to our little steamer. “This took some time, and the as- pect of Pelee momentarily grew more awesome. Suddenly a huger gust than usual surged upward from the crater, and billowed down toward us. The sky grew overcast, crashes of thunder smote our ears. and bright flashes like lightning played through the dense- ness that now enveloped the great mountain's fianks. A deluge of rain came suddenly, and the air was sharp with a sulphurous odor. “The steam whistle of the Potomac began shrieking wildly. and we were near enough to see her cast off her lines from the landing buoy. The cap: tain of our steamboat had lost his entire family at St. Pierre. With an exclamation that not all the riches of the world could tempt him to stay a moment longer near the accursed spot, he headed full speed seaward. “For a moment or two the’ Potomac headed away from the shore. We had been lying very close to her and could see all that went on aboard. Then a big fellow, rushed on deck, jumbed to | the pilot house, there was a clanging of bells, and the little tug bekan to swing her nose shoreward again. “At that instant the siren of the In- defatigable emitted the most blood- curdling shriek I have ever heard, or ever hope to hear. I nearly jumped overboard. Then the big warship dashed for the open sea. It was for all the world like the flight of a great living monster suddenly and badly vounded—the siren cry of pain, and the precipitate rush for safety. “Then, the grandest sight of all— that made my patriotic soul forget for a moment our terrible peril. The black pall had come down so that we couldn’t see the city. “Right into the inky wave of black- | ness, this Stygian pit, plunged the little Potomac, like an intrepid soul charging alone all the forces of sheol. One instant we saw her silhouetted against the velvet wall, the next she was swallowed up in its awful gloom. It was full speed ahead, not away from the peril for the Potomac, but into the face of it. Her commander and other officers and men of the United States Navy were ashore in the path of the volcano’s fury, and the little Potomac knew her duty. “Hot ashes shrouded the decks of our little steamboat before we got into the sunlight again.”—New York Sun. The Drop of a Penny. Have you ever noticed the interest that money attracts, even if it is only a single cent? The next time that you see a copper coin dropped in a strect car just observe. Every eye in the car will turn to the spot where it dropped, and, there will be manifested a real geheral concern over its recov- ery. Two or three heads are likely to come in contact over the point of its disappearance, and then their owners will draw suddenly back and try to appear unconcerned; but in another gacond they are again leaning for- vard. The man who dropped the cent is usually the first who appears to have brushed memory of the trivial occur- rence aside, but just as soon as the eyes in the car have turned from him his own are sure to go back to the floor in the hope that the truant ‘coin will be seen. When he has gone there is a re- newed interest among the passengers, for the stage of “finders keepers” has | arrived, and those near the “spot. of disappearance become quite diligent | until they are aware they make a! centre of attraction. But interest in. th little coin is not lost while there is a passenger left, and when the cat is empty the conductor takes his turn and resurrects the cent.—Chicago Tri- bune, General Joubert’s Joke. A booklet, “The Eleventh Australian Tour,” prints a story which was cur- rent in Australia some time ago: When it was announced that Austra- lia was going to send a contingent to the war m South Africa Kruger called General Joubert and said to him: “I see that some people called Australians are coming over; do you know any- thing about them?’ “I don’t know much about them,” replied Joubert, “but I am told on good authority that eleven of them beat all Emgland a year! or two ago, so they must be a pretty, good lot.” “Heavens,” said Kruger, “and they say that 5000 of them are coming here.” Sea Travel Along Klondike Route. The ocean travel along the route from the Puget Sound country to Ska-' guay averages, during the summer sea- | son, a boat a day, these vessels being of 1000 tons and upward. ‘memeters. ANIMALS SUMMER GARB WHEN FURRED AND FEATHERED CREATURES CHANCE ATTIRE. Some Dress in Accordance With wheir Age—Costume Depends on Climate Thick Wraps of Winter Give Way to Something Cooler. It seems almost a pity that it did not occur to Herr Teufelsdrockh, when he enriched the empire of thought by his famous ‘Philosophy of Clothes,” to add a few remarks on the summer garb of animals; fcr in the reasons which lead so many furred and feath- ered creatures to change their attire once at least in every year the learned professor might have found ample ma- terial for deep musing. Many of these animals, of course, merely moult, threwing off the old coat for no other purpose than to put on a new one. In some cases they do it by degrees, as every one knows who Las enjoyed a ride in a dog cart behind a white peny. In others the change is more rapid. Witness the annual peel- ing of shecp which are never shorn. But no matter how long the toilet may last in such cases, the fashion never varies. Other creatvres dress in accordance with their age. They seem to held strongly that costumes suited to juve- niles are out of place in the case of adults. So lion cubs are brindled like tabby cats, and cygnets are clothed in smcky-gray instead of in white. Cer- tain sea birds are even more particu- lar, for their young are called upon to wear four successive changes of rai- ment, equally different from one an- other and from the plumage which de- notes maturity. This last plan must | he a great convenience to parents who find it difficult to remember the ages of their offspring. They have only to glance at the feathers of the little ones in order to know. . "ar more frequently, however, the summer change of costume depends upon climate. The thick wraps of win- ter have to give way to something cooler and lighter; so the ermine, to- wards the middle of spring, is meta- morphosed into a stoat, and remains a . stoat until the latter part of autumn. It is hard to realize that the costly fur which marks the judicial dignity, which peers of high degree are proud to wear has been stripped from an animal mcinded byevery gamekeeper in his iist of “vermin.” Yet such is in truth the case. In northern countries, where the temperature for months together is ¢ minus quantity, they become yellow in autumn and perfectly white a few weeks later, the muzzle and tip of the tail alone excepted, while in spring and early summer they pass again through yellow back into reddish brown. Arctic foxes follow their example— partly, perhaps, for the sake of warmth, dark clothes being better con- ductors of heat than light ones of the same thickness and quality. In winter they are as white as the driven snow itself, but in summer they become gray, or brown, or smoky blue, accord- ing to their individual idiosyncrasies. Nansen tells us in his “Farthest North” that the Arctic foxes were at times the plague of his life, not only invading his camp by night and carrying off every particle of food which they could find, but repeatedly stealing his ther- The reason for this larcen- ous behavior baffled the great ex- plorer altogether; he could not under- stand what foxes could possibly want with scientific instruments. But their annual change of attire may explain it. No doubt the animals in question are keenly interested in the variations of temperature, and anxious above all things tc know when it is iime to think about putting on their summer clcth- ing; and, of course, a thermometer would be a guide. : Among the birds the most notable change of plumage for climatic rea- sons is that of the ptarmigan. No one looking for the first time upon a ptarmigan in its summer costume, side by side with another in its winter dress, would dream that the two birds were identical. One is ashy gray, mottled and marbled with. chestnut and black, the other is perfectly white. The reascn is that ptarmigans in sum- mer have to crouch among rocks which are covered with mosses and lichens, while in’ winter they sit upon snow, and nature dresses them to suit their surroundings. The resemblance in each casc is exact. You might stare straight at a ptarmigan in summer from a dozen yards away and be ut- terly unable to distinguish it from the rocks, while in winter you would be equally unable to discern it upon the snow. And at the same time the bird has the satisfaction of being clothed in accordance with the thermometer. The black headed gull, too, is black headed only in summer. All through the rest of tke year its head and neck are as white as the rest of its body. The change takes place just about the time the birds desert the seashore for the great inland marshes in which they breed; and the odd thing is that no sort of moult is involved. The feathers slowly darken until they become al- most black, and black they remain till the summer is over; then the dark hue gradually fades and in: about a fort- night's time the birds are entirely white once more. But a far more common reason for the summer change of clothing is the | desire to look well in the eyes of the opposite scx. This desire is practically restricted to the males, who monopolize all beauty and color of form, and whose great idea of winning the af- fections of their soberly tinted mates is to strut in brave array before them. The palm in this respect is borne away by the ruff. During the autumn, the | Winter and the first two or three weeks of spring this bird is one of the most insignificant of the feathered race. But no sooner does its fancy lightly turn to thoughts of love than it dons a special costume in which to go a-courting. Its bill becomes orange- yellow, instead of hrown; the whole of its plumage seems to brighten. A tuft of long feathers grows on either side of the neck, and the throat is swathed in a mass of dense plumes, which are always gay of hue, but are differently colored in every individual. Then the bird parades slowly up and down be- fore the particular lady on whom his affections are set. Other gallants, equally desirous to please, do the same, and the natural result is a row. Day after day ruffs meet by dozens to fight, while the reeves look calmly on. Plumes are torn and feathers fly, ull half the combatants, perhaps, own themselves worsted. Then the gentle beings for whose sweet sake the battle has been waged bestow themselves up- on the conquerors, and ruff and reeve go happily off together to enter upon the joys of matrimony. Mallards adopt similar tacties—bar the fighting—when they feel the pangs of the tender passion coming on, but can scarcely be said to play fairiy; for no sooner has their gayety. of plumage had the desired effect and won for them partners of their joys and sorrows than they throw off their brilliant garb and appear in the sombre plumage of their mates. One canuot but feel sorry for the ducks, who choose their suitors purely for their good looks, only to find immediately that their beauty is not even skin deep.—The Rev. Theodore Wood, Nat; uralist, in the New York American and Journal. Uncommon “ Common Jury.” What is known as a “commen” jury was emmpaneled recently in Mr. Justice Bigham’s Court. It was veally a most uncoinnion cue. Sixty-two jurymen named Clark, or Clarke, answered to their names in the fifth court of the King's Bench Division. The amazing number of Clarks and Clarkes caused a loud laugh in court, and by way of selecting just enough for a jury the associate called on “George Clark.” About twenty of the sixty-two gen- tlemen answered to this Christian name, so the associate clerk preceeded to select a few specimens, and a jury was ultimately made up of the follow- ciers jamin Clark, plumber, re Clark, clerk. George Clark, clerk. Geprge Clark, clerk. John Clark, builder. Jonn W. C. Clark, manager. Joseph C. Clark, ivory worker. Thomas M. Clark, clerk. George Clarke, stick dresser. Stephen Clarke, furrier. Swan Clarke, builder, G. H. Clarkson. This mass meeting of the Clarks and the Clarkes was generally regarded as being a carefully-prepared joke on the part of the Sheriff of Middlesex. The whole panel hailed from the neighborhood of Hackney. The only two remaining jurymen on the panel not named Clark or Clarke were both named Coster. In Mr. Justice Grantham’s court the other day eleven Browns and one Browning cccupied the jury box. Have the Smiths ever made up a whole jury? —London Mail. * An Old Boat Excavated at St. Louis. In excavating on the site of the World's Fair in St. Louis, workmen have discovered an old boat, which must have been buried there many years. t is built of zinc and coyper from stem to stern, with only here and there a fragment of wood. It has a length of some twenty feet, a depth of perhaps five feet, and a width of six feet. 'That it could ever have been used on the River des Peres, excepting in Seasons of high water, is thought impossible. It has the appearance of having been made for use on the sea, and is so large and heavy that it can- net be readily associated with tne neighborhood in which it now lies. It has been entirely buried, with the exe ception of a few inches, of the bow, which rose higher than any other point. Its grave was on a high bank close to a bend in the River des Peres. Work- men finding the bow projecting from the ground, had their curiosity aroused, and called the. attention of Chief of Construction Isaac S. Taylor to their discovery. He investigat:a and bad a detail put to work unearthing the craft. No one can offer any sugges- tion as to the history of the craft. The ground about it was packed, and had no indication of having bzen disturbed for many years. The name of the craft, which had evidently been stamped in the metal side. has been cut out. The bottom, n2ar the bow, has been stove in by some cause, and was evidently the last chapter in the Listory of the boat. Track-Laying by Machine. A new machine for laying railroad tracks is beirg used in Pennsylvania. It has proved itself capable, with a crew of forty men, of putting down two miles of track in a day. The track-layer has a huge crane, sixty feet long, which projects forward over the road, and it hauls behind ita train of sixteen flat cars loaded with ties and rails. A continuous double line of the latter moves forward over rollers and carries the ties with it. Both rails and ties are seized at the proper point by the machinery and placed on the road in front of the train, where they shortly form part of the track over which it passes. This device is said to be the most rapid and the most economical mechanical track-layer iu- vented.—Success. blGncie PENSIONS GRANTED. Killed Saving Boy—GCov. Nash Ora- tor—NMcKinley’'s Own—Sell Bar- racks—Smallpex Spreading. Among the names added to the pen- sion list during the past week were: John W. Shields, Steubenville, $6; John F. Morgan, Marietta, $6; Thos. Sigh, Steubenville, $6; Levi Beaver, Girard, $10; James A. lLeasure, Stov- erton, $10; Frank J. Davidson, Por- tage, $8; George McCord, Wellsville, $30; John Lee, Sterling, $12; Peter McGiven, Bellaire, $10; Ann Kirk, Cambridge, $20; John McKnight, Oli- vett, $6; Daniel Ross, Bellaire, $8; Samuel J. Davidson. Kent, $8; John J. Coleman, Worley, Station, $8; Ben- jamin Hawthorne, Cambridge, $10; Samuel J. Daniel, Lloydsville, $14; Archibald Cole, Barnesville, $12; Syl- vester Henry, Hudson, $16; Caroline K. Beach, <Chatham, $8; Alvira M. Waters, Moss Point, $8; Margaret A. Anderson, Youngstown, $8; Esther A. Fairbrother, Conneaut, $8; James W. Babcock, Ashtabula, $6. Smallpox is reaching alarming pro- portions in Springfield city and the health officer reports 14 well developed cases, with more than 50 people un- der quarantine. The total expense pertaining to smalipox patients and the maintaining of the quarantine for June reached $500, and the board of puhlic affairs is becoming concerned in the matter to the extent that all pa- tients hereafter will be taken to thé pesthouse. The weather machine worked unfa- vorable to the boys of the old Eighth Ohio, better known as (McKinley's Own,” who closed a two days’ reunion at Meyers lake, near Canton, with a military ball. Rain fell the second day, with occasional thunderstorms, and the veterans were obliged to keep close to shelter. The next reunion will be held at East Liverpool, Two farmers, George F. Langworthy and his son, residing in Weaver, near Toledo, have raised a $15,000 crop of ginseng on one-third of an acre. The plant is raised in beds each three feet wide and covered with lattice work to give shade. The product is being shipped to China. Governor Nash announced that he had appointed W. B. Crew to fill the vacancy on the Supreme bench caused by Judge Williams’ death, and had ap- peinted J. M. McGinnis, of Caldwell county, to succeed Judge Crew on the Common Pleas bench. John Kennedy, aged 60 years, saw John Condor, a 13-year-old boy, driving on the track in front of a train. Ken- nedy seized the horse by the bridle as it reached the track and both he and the animal were killed. The boy was badly hurt. The chinchbug has made its appear- ance in countless numbers in the® Springfield section and the growing corn is literally covered with the pest. Farmers are becoming alarmed lest the corn crop” be a failure for this reason. Sheriff Payn, at Mansfield, returned Governor Nash’s warrant in the Hahn case. The lawyers for the defense then brought another writ of habeas corpus and Hahn was sent to jail until the day set for the hearing. Governor George K. Nash was the principal speaker at the laying of the corner-stone of the First Methodist Episcopal church, at Coshocton. Rev. Dr. Toland is serving his Seventh year as pastor of the church. Twenty shots were exchanged be- tween the crew and passengers of a New Castle-Youngstown electric car, and a party of unruly Italians, who re- fused to pay fare, near New Castle. No one was hurt. Secretary of War Root has decided that the Columbus barracks property shall be sold, ang a large tract of land, for the purpose of an army post, pur- chased outside, but within easy access, cf the city. William Lewis, a tin worker of Niles, is missing and his friends fear he has been murdered and his body thrown into the river. The stream was dragged in the hope of recover- ing the body. Robert C. McKinney, of Hamilton, and New York gave the Hamilton United Presbyterian church $16,04, and provided a new hospital for the Children’s home. The last rails of the Springfield & Xenia traction line were laid and the first traction car ever run between the two cities made its appearance in Xenia, The big Harter mill in Fostoria, .the largest exclusively winter wheat mill in the country was shut down by a strike of the packers. They want an increase from $2 to $2.40 a day. . Conductor William Shannon, of the Newark & Granville electric road, was badly shocked and burned while man- ipulating the block system on the line. A cablegram from London, England, says that Helen Zimmerman, of Cin- cinnati, now the Duchess of Manches- ter, is expecting a visit of the stork. Governor Nash arrived at Camp Me- Kinley Monday, and, unless called away by public business proposed to remain in camp for one week, L. M. Harris, chairman of the com- mittee in charge of the local Eilkg’ Carnival at Springfield, says that no more than $500 was cleared. At Leetoonia the Grafton ang Cherry iron works signed the scale of the Molders’ union and a strike was averted. Prof. G. R. Warman, of Mt. Vernon has been chosen principal of the Me- Connellsville schools. The appointee is a graduate of Kenyon college. John Dull, a Connersville Hungarian whose wife was murdered six weeks ago by a negro burglar, was married to a young Slavish woman at Bellaire. Emma Morley, aged 16, of East Liv. erpool, received imternal injuries hy falling from an open window while Belking in her sleep. ? Jacob' Barcus, aged 9, was f a wounded near Steubenville by ly cidental discharge of a revolver. STATE NEWS GINDERSE. ay 3 “a a f | | | i | - A 1 “ § og 3 . abo gre; str WO! the bre cou exp eve per illu the the if | hea mis gre one und COU Ai fai
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