A SAD SORT OF CASE. 203%. HE haze of autumn after- A noon was spread’ iike a eT @Q veil of golden gauze over the foothills of the Sierra, wo deepening into purple shad- ows iu the canyons and fading into a paler but opaque blanket where it stretched away toward the west above the valley of the San Joaquin. Pas- sengers on the coach rolling down the Yosemite stage road through the for- est caught glimpses of the lower hills and the shoreless sea of yellow haze beyond them, and regretted that they were soon to leave the cool, bracing air of the mountains and plunge be- neath that sea of dust and smoke into the quivering heat of the plains. They threw back” their shoulders and inhaled deep draughts of air laden with the pungent odors of pine and fir, and felt that it was good to be alive. The coach rolled over the thick car- pet of dust, laid by the long rainless summers upon the road, silently save for the creaking of the harness and the occasional grinding of the brake; and the stillness of afternoon in the forest was broken only by the tapping of a woodpecker fitting acorns into the holes he had drilled in dead trees during the summer, or by the rustling fall of a cone from a lofty sugar pine. Yosemite had exhausted the exclama- tory vocabulary of the garrulous, and awed the judicious into reverent si- lence, and even the man from Phila- delphia had ceased asking questions of the driver. A deer crossed the road and trotted lightly up the mountain side, a dun shadow flitting among the red-brown trunks of the pines, and Bock Gridley only pointed toward it with his whip. The passengers whispered and gazed at the graceful animal, bt made no sounds that might alarm it. They felt the brooding stillness of the Sierra, and unconsciously fell into the mood of the autumn afternoon. When the whip-like report of a rifle shot, faint and far, but not to be mistaken, came echoless to their ears, they felt vague resentment at ‘the intrusive sound. The coach swung around a sharp bend at the foot of a steep grade, and the horses were at a walk, when a man stepped from behind a tree jnto the road and held up his hand. He was a red-bearded giant, ‘massive and pow- erful. He wore only a blue shirt, open at the throat and chest, and overalls, His feet anid his head were bare; and his hair, the eolor of the Sequoia’s bark, was tousled like an urchin’s, In his right hand Ire held a rifle. - Rock Gridley’s foot, was on the brake, and he had the team well in hand. In an instant the coach came to a dead stop, and the passengers had the first thrill of an adventure with stage rob- bers; which most of them half hoped for and more ‘than half dreaded from the hour when they first took seat in a California stage coach. (At first glance th® blonde giant pre- sented a formidable figure, but the menace of his huge form and his weapon was belied by his ruddy, jo- cund visage, and the passengers felt like apologizing for their tremors when they saw, instead of a mask, the wide, blue eyes and frank smile of the mountaineer. 3 » “Howdy, Rock?” was the stranger's greeting to the driver. “Hello, Wes,” Tosponded Gridley. What's up?’ “Seen anything of an “Injun as you came along?’ ‘“‘Reckon so. Feller went down ‘into the gulch this side of Chinquepin. Moccasin tracks crossed “the road at Frenchy’s oak. After him?” “Kind of; but. guess he’s hittin’ the high places an’ won't come back. There's; another one in the road down by my shack. . Watch out and don’t run over him, Rock.” “Accident?” “Kind of.” “Going back? “Might as well.” The big man climbed to the box be- side the driver, and the eoach went on down the grade. At intervals there was a low rumble of the big man’s voice, unintelligible to the passengers, to which the driver responded with occasional grunts and nods; but none of the passengers ventured to ask ques- tions, although their curiosity was ex- cited tq a keen pitch by the vague hints conveyed in the first brief col- loquy. Perhaps a mile farther on the road doubled a spur of the mountain, and came into a straight ang comparatively level stretch of a few hundred yards. Perched above the road was a cabin of unpainted boards, and opposite, in a clearing, was a rough shed. In the middle of the road, between the shacks, lay a dark, huddled object, an insistent blot in a patch of intense yellow sunlight. The passengers leaned out over the sides of the coach, stared at the dark figure, and talked in low, hushed tones, but the driver and his: companion seemed to pay no heed to it and ‘made no comment as they approached. The leaders swerved, pricked their ears forward, and blew short blasts through their nostrils when they came near the object. and Rock Gridiey spoke to them sharply and set the brake, bring- ing the team to a halt. Two of the passengers jumped out and stepped quickly toward the body, while the others gazed at it in faseination. Wesley Lee. the red- bearded giant, descended deliberately and walked over to the group. awed “The man is dead,” announced onc of the passengers, turning a keen look upon Wesley's grave countenance. > | dian! J know. “I ’lowed he might be,” said Wes, softly. : “He's been shot. Here's in the back of his head.” “You don’t say! Now, that's cur’ous, ain't it? Rock, this gentleman says the diseased is dead,.an’ has a hole in his head. I kind of #picioned that a bullet hole myself.” Rock looked calmly down at the body, nodded, and cheerfully asserted: “Deader’'n a door nail,” was what he said. Wesley “lifted the limp figure easily in his huge drms, and placed it upon the bank at the roadside. It had lain in the road face downward, an awk- ward sprawl of a body, dressed ‘in a calico shirt and faded overalls, . with a mass of coarse black hair covering the head and concealing the sides of the face. Laid upon its back, it was seen to be the corpse of an evil-looking Indian, and Rock Gridley at once rec- ognized it and named it. “Lame George,” said Rock. : “Um-ub,” said W esley. sure enough.” “You seem to know the man,” broke in the alert passenger, who had been taking note of everything. “Probably you know who murdered him. This doesn’t look much like an accident.” “I'm not saying he was murdered,” replied the big mountaineer slowly, “but it does look bad, for a fact. I ain't making any charges, stranger, but there was another Injun here, an’ he's skipped. Rock seen him scootin’ through the bresh up yonder. Seeins like there was ground for suspicion.” The inquisitive tourist agreed with significant emphasis that there was ground for suspicion, and he might have gone on to plainer speech but for the driver's abrupt call of “All aboard?’ There is mo arguing with the autocrat of the box about starting or stopping, and therefore the passen- gers climbed quickly to their plac es, and a crack of the whip started the team. “Tell the judge to send up a buck- board for the remains, or come: along himself if he wants to hold an in- quest,” was Wesley's parting injunc- tion, to which Rock replied: ‘Right. So long!” as the coach swung along down the grade .into the shadows of the forest. The alert passenger fell into a brown study, while the others chattered ex citedly about the grim incident oT their journey. He had taken the seat Desipe the driver, and presently he sid, in low tone: “Driver, who killed Cnt George?” . ‘ey didn't see nobody Kill him,” re- plied Rock in a confidential tone. “Of course, you didn’t; but what do you think? I think .that man Wes, as you call him, shot the Indian.” “Stranger,” drawled Rock solemnly, “my job is driving hosses, not thinking. When a man forgets his job and goes to thinking, trouble begins. I had my lesson. Over on the Big Oak Flat road, coming down Priest's Hill «with a full load of tourists, I got to thinking about something that wasn’t any of my busi- ness, and instead of making the turn I drove straight off the road and landed the whole outfit in the tops ofa bunch of bull pines in, the gulch. That's the place they call ‘Gridley’s. cut-off’ to this day. But don’t let that discourage you. You keep right on thinking; ‘twon’t disturb me a bit.” Gridley’s manner was. gravely re- spectful, and there was no hint of asperity in his tone. . The passenger smiled, being a man of discernment and some hunior; and relapsed into fiiotahtem silence. The result of his meditations was a resolve to stay over a day at the little settlement at the end of the day’s journey, and observe the further development of the case. He was ¢ lawyer, and therefore inter- ested. : At the stage station the tourists found eager listeners to their story, and none of the reticence which char- acterized Reck Gridley, and the little community was soon buzzing with the news that Wes Lee had killed, the no- torious Indian vagabond, Lame George. Not one of the tourists had ventured to make direct assertion that Wes was responsible for the Indian's death, but the fact seemed to be taken for granted by the gossiners on the hotel porch. After the departure of the outgoing stage in the morning there was a general mqvement of the village popu- lation toward the stage company’s har- ness shop, which was also the office of the district's sole representative of the law, the upholder of the peace and dignity of the State' of California, Judge Bruce, who exercised the func- tions of corener, notary, and comniit- ting magistrate. As the judge, decorously delicate. left the hotel to go down to his ofiice, the interested tourist joined him, gnd began questioning him as to methods of procedure. He learned that the in- quiry about to be held .would be vir- tually an inquest, but if cause for be- lieving that a crime had been commit- ted should appear, it w ould become, a preliminary hearing of the case against the person accused. So far it was all plain to the Eastern lawyer, although it seemed to him ‘a crude system. ‘‘And where is the mur- derer now 7?” he asked in all simplicity. “The which?’ said the judge in a puzzled tone. % “The homicide, the prisoner. see him anywhere.” “Oh!” r«ponded the judge, as if light kad been thrown upon a dark subject. “You mean the man who killed the In- He be along pretty soon; es quite a few wiles away, you ” “It’s George, TI don’t will he 1 “Do you: mean. 110. say - Ye is a large? Isn’t he in jail or ‘even under arrest?’ Itwas the judge's turn to be shecked, and he obviously was when he tuned an amazed face to the tourist, and blurted out: “In‘jail!® Put a man in jail for shooting ‘a drunken Injun! Never heard of such. a thing in all my life. No, sir, Wes Lee isn’t in jail —firstly, because we haven't any ‘jail and don’t need none; and secondly, be- cause that’s him coming over the bridge not more’n half an hour late.” The big mountaineer’ Ss swinging stride soon brought Rim. into the group in front of the harness “shop. He had, attired himself in lis “store clothes; even to-necktie and Boots, his hair and beard were carefully. combed, ‘and his ruddy” cheeks hdd-a distinctly <goapy: shine. The preternatural -g ity of his countenance, assumed in" Tecogni- tion of the official importance of the occasion, lasted until his. fir ow- dy,” when ‘it was shivered: and: scat- tered in ripples” of: good: ‘nature, even as the placidity ‘of 2 Poel: is. Treoken by a cast stone. °° 5 Wes Lee shook. hands Syith every- body, explained thatthe: d miles had consumed anextra half- hour, because he liad ‘stopped to roll out of the road a half-ton boulder that had fallen near Alder Creek, and pro- posed that all hands take refreshments before opening court. The judge stole a- furtive glance at the disapproving countenance of the fourist, and de- clined with severe dignity. : When Wes and the others returned from the store, the court was opened and a coroner’s jury selected by the judge. Rock Gridley and the men who had brought in the body of the ‘Indian were _chosen, because, as the judge ex- plained, they had handled the remains, and knew many of the facts in the case, testimony. and that would save taking much ; | dremeda and the spiral nebulae do not | table Sa "the Academy of Sciences, Paris. M. Boudouin gave clear evidence of differences in physical and chemical coniposition betw een arafted and non- grafted grapes which he had obtained, and the facts obser ved explain the more Before rapld ageing of wines from grafted vipes, and also their grgater’ sensitive- ness to pathogenic fermeits.. AL E. Meyer has shown that vege- tables put under chlocoferm jlose much of thelr power of emitting N-rays, and M. Jean Becquerel has been led to try whether this effect of anaesthetics is not; more general. He finds that not only organic bodies, but even inorganic for example, sulphide of caiciun, cease to emit N-rays when under, the action of ihe fumes of chloroform, ether; pre: tozide of nitrogen, ete. In fact, the suppression cf N-rays by anaesthetics mm: vegetables and miperals is. alike. ] -— The study of great nebulae, like that of O: ‘ion, has been made easier since tle use of sliort .fociis objectives: for pliotogthahping = the stars. M. Max Wolf shows that the photographs pring out in a remdrkabe way a fact that Herschel had pointed out-—that the great mebulde are surrounded by nearly empty ‘spaces ‘that form veri- stellar deserts. M, Wolf finds that the empty space lies on only one side of .the nebulae... A few. rare and biilliant stars ave to be seen, but all i smaller ones seem to have been grouped The enly witness called was Wesley | He told how Lame George and Indian entered his cabin and whisky, being already how he refused, and | one with a pis- an axe; how Lee. another demanded drunk and ugly; they threatened him, tol and the other with he tried to rifle stood, dian with the axe; how he closed in and used him for shield and missile, and hurled both the Indians through the door into the road. Then Wesley's | story became a trifle hazzy. The In- dian with the pistol figured in it rather vaguely; but it was clear nrountaineer secured his rifle and fol-, lowed the drunken redskins out of the cabin. “The Injun with the six-shooter was yelling and shooting,” testified Wes- ley, “and the fellow with! the axe, Lame George, he was talking about coming back and killing me some other time. You know them Injuns, judge, and you know they're meaner'n pizen when they’ re drunk.” “Lame: George was sure bad, drunk | or sober,” said the judge; “but what this court wants. to know is whether his drunken companion shot him while flourishing a pistol with malice afore- thought and intent to do bodily harm, or whether you killed him in self-de- fense. Did you shoot him, Wes?’ “Now, I wouldn't want to swear that I did,” responded the witness medita- tively. “I pulled up 6n him with my Winchester, but I was kinder ‘hitrried | like, and I shouldn’t be surprised if I shot just a leetle too iar to the right. Of course, I'm sorry, judge.” The court inquired if the jury desired to ask any questions or hear any more evidence. The jury allowed that it had all the evidence necessary, agreed that Lame George dead was an improved red man, decided that nobody knew who killed him, and hazarded the guess that his companion was guilty, be- ing notoriously a worthless vagabond. The formal verdict was that a pistol shot was the cause of death. Court adjourned, and Wesley invited the judge and the stranger to join him in a visit to the store. The judge declined the invitation with a wink and a grimace on the side of his face away from the tourist, and cleared his throat to deliver a homily on the evils of drink. “This is a very deplorable affair, Wesley,” began his Honor im- pressively. “This is a sort of a sad case, so to speak.” Wesley looked as grave as he knew 1 eagerly assented. “Yes,” he it suraly was sad that I didn’t re other one, too.”—New York ne Post. Disgraceful Deficiencies. It is a disgrace: To half do things. Not to develop our possibilities. To be lazy, indolent, indifferent. To do poor, slipshod, botched work. To give a bad example to young peo- ple. To ne ve ~ crude, brutish, repulsive manner To ee a talent because you have only one. To live a half life when a whole life is possible, Not to be scrupulously clean in per- son and surroundings. To acknowledge a fault and make no effort to overcome it, To be ungrateful to friends and to t.ose who have helped us. Not to be able to carry on intelligent ly conversation upon current topics. To shirk responsibility in politics, or to be indifferent to the public welfare. To be ignorant of the general history of the world and of the various coun- tries, Not to know sg omething of the great- est leaders, reformers, artists and mu- sicians of the world. Not ive intelligen he ge 's of the world, ns of nati enough edt the laws yout physiology and hys to live healthfully and sanely,— to hi: and ziene Orison Swett Marden, in Success, 3 } vet to the corner where Lis and was assailed by the In- | the round the nebula.’ The nebula of An- fallow the Tul e, apparently ‘forming ahother class. In a’ new app: aratus for measuring ther radio-activity’ of soils. ‘and mud, Blister and Geitel note the increase-in the conductivity of a constant volume of air exposed in a metal cylinder to action of the radio- active material, | The indications are given by a modi~ and seized the fellow around the body fied form 6f Exner's electroscope, in J that the! which the leaves -are insulated by al aber ahd a dry” atmosphere. is. pro-’ diced by ‘metallic sonium. I Measure- ments of the effect and dea oft mud from the hot springs of Battaglia: tend to, show: that’ its activity is dué solely v radium. The same investigators 8 the . theory that the conductivity . the earth’s erust, and mention that the: | {and t knowledge of | ] at the phenomena. ! of the atmosphere is largely or. entirely | due to a radio- active emanation from conductivity of the air of closed cellars deep holes is often fifty "times as great as that of normal air. For two years an exhaustive mono- graph on a typical lake of Italy has | been painted by the Italian Geéographi- cal Society. The picturesque lake of Bolsena, within easy reach from Rome, was selected for thie purpose, and the studies: include the geographical and geological features,’ the painfall : and temperature and seasoned variations, the changes of level, the seiches or ry thnzical pulsations eof the surface and _ the life forms. The seiches con- stituge one ‘of the most interesting Thesé havea regu- lar period of twelve or fifteen minutes, the” rise. of the water on occasions reaching a foot, and the oscillations are often so marked that natives speak | 2 lake as panting. They dre nore congpicuous at Marta than on the op- posite. side of the lake at Bolsena, a rise of seven, inches at the former hei Leorrelat ed with one of four in- ches'at the latter. 5.8 iS Fi. The Sup ply of Ivory. During a recent visit to.the London docks, gays Knowledge and Scientific News, Her Majesty the Queen was in- formed that the stock of ivory then show. represented, on an average, the anual slaughter of some 20,000 Afri- can elephants, This - statement has been contradicted in two letters in the daily papers. In one of these Messrs. Hale, of 10 Fenchurch avenue, state that -at least eighty-five per cent. of the supply is “dead ivory,” mainly ob- tained from hoarded stores of African chiefs, who are shrewd enough to put their commodities on the market only in driblets. The most interesting part of the letter is, however, ‘the statement that the great bulk of this hoarded ivory is obtained from “elephant ceme- teries”—spots met with here and there in the jungle, where elephants have re- sorted to for centuries to die. Much of the ivory that comes to the market may, “therefore, according to this let: ter, be several hundred years old. The marvel is why it is not devoured in the jungles by porcupines, as certainly happens- with. tusks of the Indian ele- phant which are left in the Jungle. ‘ Whete the Bacon Was. There is a little dining room of the quick-lunch order down town where a bacon-and-beans meal is to be had at the moderate price of five cents. The other day a man strolled into. the place, and, after gazing pensively on the small quantity of bacon compared with the beans on his ORES a the waiter: “Hey! I've got no bacon! As. the waiter Finny the table the diner corrected himself. “Oh, yes. I beg pardop. Here it is 1” “Did you find it?” asked the waiter. “Yes. It got under one of the beans,” was the answer.—New York Press.” Telegraphing Photographs, * Mr. Arthur Xorn, of Germany, has published a booklet describing’ the system by which he has successfully transmitted photographs over telegraph or telephone lines for a distance of 800 kilometres. The puineipal factor in the liscovery is a certain galvanic battery. “much {| ‘covered in our the banquet A FORTUNE IN A PILLOW-CASE. How Mrs. Leonard Saved Thousands, of Dollars From Moulded Notes. : ‘The money counters in the United States Treasury were startled one day by the appearance of a remarkable looking “fat man,” who entered the department and told a strange tale, He. said he was an Ohio farmer and did not believe in banks, and so had bur- ied his money in the ground for safe keeping. He had dug it up, and was horrified to find that it was slowly turning to dust, as notes will when long buried. Panic stricken, he gath- ered the disintegrat Zoney into an old pillow case, bound it around his waist beneath his clothes and started for Washington. He traveled part of the way on horseback, part of the way on an Ohio River steamboat, and part of the way by train. During the jour- ney he never once took'off the pillow case. He even slept with it on. The officials at the Treasury Department found it difficult tec make him part with it. He did not want to go with a clerk to a hotel for fear the clerk might rob him, but it was manifestly impossible for him to disrobe in the office and -he was forced to ‘submit. They got the money at last, and the condition of it was so bad that Mrs. Leonard had to be called to decipher it.. So great was her skill that the farmer lost only a few hundred dollars out of $19,000.—Theodore W aters, in Ev erybody” s Magazine. WISE WORDS. If happiness were a sin some people would make the world brighter. It tikes bread from Heaven to give strength for the business on earth. Ww hen a man loves God he will think once in a while about the feelings of men. "The church that quarrels over the bricks takes a leng time to build the house. : If a man has any selfishness in him it will come out when he sits next the window. The perfect man has not been dis- day; we are all too modest.to reveal him. You: may know what God thinks aliout a man’s religion when you Know what his children think, How Eli Sprained lXis Ankle. “Did you. ever hear how Eli Perkins sprained’ his ankle? Wel, neither has any, one else, though Perkins is willing “%o ‘tell the story—on one condition. That : ‘condition is tbat no one laughs until he finislies "the story. and invariably his auditors fail’ to weet this Ga ment. This is how he be given to the Press’ Hunforists - by the Men's League of St. Louis: “Your toastmaster, Mr. Frank, has asked me to tell you how I sprained my ankle. Well, I shai tell you, if you will not laugh until { finish the story; but I am afraid yeu'l! laugh, for I have tried to tell a number of people how I sprained my ankle, and they al- ways laughed before I got through. ‘This is how it happened: I was on a train going East, when there was a wreck, The train was derailed, and all the passengers were ore or less shaken up, Ev erybody in the sleeping car tried to get out as hurriedly.as pos- sible, and in the confusion our cloth- ing got considerably mixed. I couldn’t find my trousers at all; but fnally I did find a pair’ of trousers, but I couldn’t wear ‘em. You see, they were not: men’s trousers——"’ Here there was general laughter, and Perkins looked about in a pained sort of way, then went on: “There, you laughed. I knew you would. They were not men's trousers; they were boy’s trousers. But I won't tell you how I sprained my ankle, because you laughed. "—Sunday Magazine, A Tailors Tinder, At one time in his career Senator Blackburn, of Ientucky, was rather a dandy in his way. While so afflicted he ordered a pair of trousers from his tailor, and he expressly stipulated that they were to be skin tight. The trou- sers came home and the Senator tried them on. He went right to the tailor and opened fire on him. “What in the name of everything unprintable do you mean by sending me trousers like that?’ he shouted. “Why, you said to make them skin tight,” said the tailor. “Skin tight!” yelled the Sena- tor. ‘Yes, by this and that, I said skin gan the story at American Business tight. I wanted them merely skin tight. 1 ean sit down in my skin and I can’t in these.”—Kansas City Journal. Dog and Eagle. The best eagle story that has been | told for many a day comes from Dauphiny. At the. village of Romans a farmer's dog was lying asleep, when a large eagle swooped upon it. Roused by the pain of the bird's talons in his flesh, the dog seized one of the eagle's legs fast between his teeth, biting the limb through and through, and holding on until the bird was completely beat- en and captured. ‘When the farmer arrived it was tpo exhausted to fight longer for its life. The wings meas- ured fifty-eight inches from tip to tip.— London Globe. Again the Infant Terrible. “I have noticed that Mr. ways leaves before. the sermon,” re- marked the new minister in the course of his first pastoral call, “Yes, he—er; that is—". ‘Mrs. Smith floundered about in embarrassment un- til Tommy thought it time to come to her rescue. “I know why,” he piped up shrilly. “Do you, my little man?’ said the minister, smiling encouragingly. “Why is it, then 7? “Ma makes him. ‘Cause he always snores when he goes to sleep.”—New York Press, ‘night clothes. * Smith al- ! .be rebuilt immediately. . ‘Company, east of Latrobe, were -stroyed by fire, entailing a los: (EVSTONE SNE CULLNGS 4 EXPLOSION CAUSES FIRE. Factory at Jeannette Destroyed— Mam Found on Railroad With Head 4 Crushed. 4 The Ft. Pitt Bottle’ and Novel Company’s plant, near Jeannette, w 8 destroyed by fire. Employes made | heroic effort to overcome the flame but ‘were unsuccessful: ion of gas under a cause. The works were year ago by Pittsburg and Je cette: capitalists at a ‘ cost of 550.000: Daniel Zeber, of Pittsburg, is presi. dent .of the company, The plan . will’ A block of tenement houses i by the Lackawanna .Coal and, $1,000. The inmates escaped in Their effects’ burned. - ‘Pennsylvania passenger train No. 2 westbound, crashed into a fre train near the depot at Corry freight had not cleared the track when the crash came. | train crews saw a collision was. cer- tain and jumped. The cabogse of the freight was demolished and the freight cars took firg. The" city fire department was called ‘to’ extinguish the flames. Christie Black, a boy, from Erie, was injured about: the head. He was in the caboose: and was hurled through the roof. i Bag- gageman Glasse was injured “about the body and Mr. Lougee of Buffalo, a traveling man, received a spfained back. John O. Rauch, of JennertovRy and * William H. Morris, of Johnstewn, have instituted legal proceedings against Isaiah Good, Norman’ E. Knepper and Daniel B. Zimmerman, of Somerset, to recover $168,000, al- leged to be due them from the rot its of a recent sale of coal lan: a Jenner and Queémahoning tow Ratios to a syndicate headed by James 8 and William H. Kuhn, of Ye re. When William Vankirk, of “Van- kirk’s station, Washington anty, went out cn his porch late last “night to greet his son, Earle, on the lat- ter’s return. from Washington, he re- ceived no response. An investigation showed ‘young Vankirk to be dead, sitting in the buggy. Vankirk died of heart failure, and the horse, familiar with the road, carried the body home. ‘Vankirk was 17 years old. sy A. B.'I6m disposed of about 1,300 acres. of “bed: B” coal, .at Ho vers ville, to J. B. Irish, of Philadel iphia, ‘and. 'W. P. Graff, of Blairsville, far over $300,000. Irish and Graff are identified with the Somerset Mining. company. The transfer of the prop- erty; which is located east’ of the Stony creek, ‘will be made this week. The purchase money was paid in cash. 3 . With his head crushed. and his pockets rifled Michael Mangan was found lying on the Delaware & Hud- son railroad track§ near Carbondale, ‘where he had evidently been’ placed by his assailants to ‘be killed by the first. train which’ passed. . He was rescued by a railroader and Jhas not vet been able to tell what happened to him. C. S. Gibson, of Keating Sump it; and James Johnson, of ts were run down by a train at Tony rone station, while awaiting a train to carry them to Cumberland, Md. Gibson was probably His companion escapes serious in juries. ik ‘Thomas ‘Hazen of ‘Beaver Falls, died and his death is attributed the poison taken some “days ago: Coroner Gormley was notified, but did not deem it necessary to hold an inquest. Hazen was 45 years old. The store of Bratton & Ross, at Faunce, Clearfield county, was rob- bed ond then burned, ' Goods from the store were afterward found scat- tered about the woods. The . fire spread to surrounding” buildings. M. B. Messinger, of Corry, who was recently struck by a Pennsylvania passenger train and lost a leg, has sued for $10,000. Peter Dodge, wh was with him and received severe in ‘juries, has asked for $5,000. John J. Brosnahan, a section fore. man of the Pittsburg and Lake Erie railroad, was killed by a train near Aliquippa. He was 25 years old and lived at Beaver Falls, Pa. Fire destroyed the barn of ex- Representative M. K. Leard, of Liver- more... Four horses ‘and four cows were cremated. The loss is estimated at $4,000. Charles Moser of ‘the Producers’ Torpedo company of Butler county, had the bone of his right leg shatter- ed just below the knee in a hunting accident. Falling under a moving engine, at Bellefonte, Conductor William Daley, 45 years old, was . probably fatally injured. He has a wife and four chil- dren. A colored man, whose name is be- lieved to be Jackson, was found dead on the railroad, near Greensburg. He was about 28 years old. The residence of J. W. of Jacobs Creek, was the thieves securing money, McClanahan burglarized, over $300 in clothing and jewelry. John Burns of Dunbar, 21 years old, was" killed by a fall of coal in’ the Mahoning mine of jge Cambzig Steel company. Six years in the Western 1 Peniten- tiary was the Sentence Imposed upon Arthur ‘F. Smith, charged with forg- ing the name of J. 8. Douglass of Uniontown to a check for $3,852. Albert Moore, of Clintonville; had his left arm ground off from wrist to shoulder. Moore got his hand too near the teeth of a corn husker. Edward and David Jones, whe claim Pittsburg as their home, were arrest- ed for attempting to rob a box car in the railroad yards at Altoona. The residence of George B. But- terworth, a wealthy oil man, ‘near Chicora, was burned. . 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