MSL 525 THE HIVER ROAD. "T'was the rcad we went to school Down a pathway dim and cool Winding with the winding water through the land of Long Ago. And though far my feet may stray From the gions where it lay. Still I see jis bosky mazes, and 1 bear the waters flow. Sometimes. in our childish view, That green ve’ 3 ar 3 we could hear. it Sippic 'n’ a stony hill, And the: enrves that sidled reund e trunk on the ground 1e nools and eddies where + the stream lay deep and still. There were bee gray and-oid. Carved with sprawling letters bc id There the gwaood bush in blossom seemced a maid in bridal! pluines, And the gossip winds that :d Through the tangled thicket ide ‘Breathed of Papaws up the hollows, or - the wild grapes scented blooms. On that road no trumpets blarea While a prince to crowning fared With the plumed and spangled pageantry’ of kingdoms in his train row’s troubled note noons would float, tched the trampling legipns of the silver-footed rain. . Woodfolk. too, in gray and browm,* 'That- dim way went up and down; There the raccoon on the fence rails am- : bled. oft at our halloo, Foxes barked in moonlit night, And the young harés in our sight Played at hide-and-seek with shadows in the twilight and the dew. 3 will bring me, Ste the bend at set of sun— There's a gate will let me through, As of old it used to do. And the river road will bring me home when all my travel's don —Youth's Shiai dels | should turn poacher and disgrace our | name. I knew you'd come to a bad WRAL RL RUB LRLERS ‘A USELESS LIE. By Ernest Madison. « / o J » ¢ Snuurnnenny -| she exclaimed, vehemently. Meadow Farm had changed. There. was no doubt about it—at least, in Btephen ‘Birley’s opinion. - Six months since he had seen no beauty about the picturesque ' ©ld homestead nestling amid the orchard. Now, as ‘he stood on the low hill opposite, looking at if in its wealth of coloring, a feeling of great tenderness swept over him. So apsorbed was he with his reflec- tions that he did not notice the ap- proach of a young girl, and was quite startled when the silence was broken by her merry voice. “A penny for your thoughts, Mr. Birley,” she said. He turned with pleasure, to meet the quizzical, roguish look of a pair of brown eyes. “I will tell you, Miss Harwood, for you are the subject. “Me?” she asked. in mock surprise. “Me? Do you really mean it?” “Certainly 1 do. Listen, dear,” he Baid, taking both her hands in his and gazing down into her sweet, blushing face—‘listen! I want to tell you some- thing: “Once upon a time there lived in this English hamlet a poor farmer. He tilled his land, sowed his corn, and gathered his harvest in unceasing ro- tation. Day by aay and year by year be plodded on, with no hope of a better future. No pleasure had he; his toil commenced with the rising of the sun and continued far into the night. Self- centred as he was, with his work ever upon him, is it any wonder he became morose? The wonders of nature—the shooting corn, the ripening ear, the glistening grain—had no lesson for him. He accepted them all as a matter of course. “Suddenly all was changed; a visitor was to come to the farm. A young lady, ill and over-wrought, was to come to regain ber health amid the sweet country air. Ah, how well he remembers her coming! At the first sight of her pale face, with its look of patient suffering, his heart went out to ber. How happy he was when the color began to .return to. her cheeks. Even the birds noticed the change and twittered more poyously, while every- thing looked brighter, he thought. At Jast she was strong enough to walk about. Then his happiness knew no bounds, for to have her by his side wks his greatest joy. So the days slipped into weeks, and the weeks sped by all too quickly, until he realized that soon she would leave them. “The thought filled him with dis- may, and a sickening pain gripped his heart as he pictured the return of those long dreary days when he had not her presence to cheer him. He felt he could not—would not—let her £0. “Stephen”—his face lit up, and he mould have seized her in his arms, but she checked him with a gesture— “Stephen, I wish you had not told me this; ‘or, rather, that I had never caused you such pajn. I had’ no thought that you cared for me like this.” I thought you simply "felt a strong man’s pity for a poor, weak girl. Believe me,” she continued, “I am so sorry! I will not tell you to try and forget, for I feel you cannot; but try and bear it, like the good and irue man you are.” “Ig there no hope?” he asked, hoarse- dy. “Tell me to wait.six months—ay, gix years, if you wish!” She shook her head sadly. “If I could I would, gladly,” she said; *hut it would be cruel to delude you ‘with false hopes.” “If you could? Then is there some one else?” He could read his answer in her face as she said: “That is not fair. now.” “But tell me,” he persisted, “it is—is H— He could not bring himself to ask the question. “It is Griff,” she said, a rosy blush mantling her cheeks. Come, let us go “Has anyone seen Stephen?’ asked Mrs. Birley, as they sat at supper that night. “] saw him going towards Padley gbout an hour ago,” Griff answered. *] don’t know why he can’t come to his supper like anyone else, instead of wandering about: by himself,” grumbled the old lady. ‘Ah, well,” she continued, shaking her head, “I've always tried to do my duty to the lad; but I'm afraid he'll come to no good end with his queer ways. Now, if be would have a few companions like QGriff,” glancing with pride at her younger son, “I conta understand it but it isn’t natural for a youhg man io be always alone.” “Well, Mrs. Birley, you do know he | ; | and fell into | gamekeeper. is in good company when he is by him- self,” said Elsie. “That may be,” replied the elder woman; “but a young man ought to have a few companions sometimes.”’ “Quite right, mother,” said Griff, as they léft the table. “Now, don't let me keep you up, ‘for T have the horses to see to yet.” “No, my lad, I'll not set up, for I'm dead tired. But it is a shame you should have to work so late, and your brother roaming: the roads.” It had been on Elsie’s tongue to say she believed Stephen had tended the horses; but she was mot sure. Griff would soon see; so, with a ‘“good- night” to them, she sought her own room. But not to sleep. She could not dis- miss Stephen from her mind. Had she read her own heart aright? She had to admit that Griff did not possess the moral stability of his elder brother; he was happy, careless—nothing trou- bled him for any length of time. Would anything please him long? On the other hand, Stephen rarely showed .his true feelings. The inten- sity of the devotion he had revealed that evening quite surprised her. She had not thought him capable of such love. Instinctively she felt that Stephen’s affection was the more steadfast, more lasting of the two; that, although not showing on the surface, it lay deep and strong within his heart. Engrossed with her own thoughts, Elsie did not notice how the hours slipped away. With a start, she reali- zed that soon it would be dawn. “Where can Stephen be?” she won- dered, as she turned to the window. “Ah! there he is,” she murmured, as she saw him coming through the farm yard. But why did he come creeping home in that fashion, and what had he in his hand? She could not see him clearly. as he walked in the shadows, but as he opened the gate the moonlight shone full upon him. “Why, it's Griff!” she exclaimed, softly—Griff, whom she believed to be, in bed hours ago. : Then where was Stephen? Could it be that he and Grir—no! she would fight against such thoughts. But her woman’s heart refused to be quieted. The more she strove to allay her fears the greater they grew. The click of the gate dispelled them. “At last!” she murmured, as Ste- phen’s upright figure entered the house. With a little sob of relief she turnéd from the window, and was preparing for rest, when footsteps attracted her attention. Almost immediately:‘came a loud knocking at the door. “Who is there?” she ueard Stephen demand. “Now, then, what do yeu want?” he continued, as he flung open the door and addressed three men who stood upon the threshold. “You, my lad,” said one, laying his hand on Stephen’s shoulder. “No tricks here,” he added, as Stephen stepped back. ‘““You had better come quietly, or you’ll: get hurt.” “I don’t understand you,” Stephen exclaimed. “If it’s a joke, let me tell you——"’ “It’11 be no joke for you if old Brown : doesn’t recover,” remarked cne of the men, grimly. “Old “Brown? What has he to do with me?” “Come on, now. Put on your boots, and let us be off,”” said the man who had first spoken, and whom Stephen . now recognized as the village con- stable. ‘‘We are not going to stand here all day.” “Wait a bit,” exclaimed a voice from the interior of the room. ‘What's all this about?” They turned, to see Mrs. Birley and Griff in the doorway. “Why, ma'am,” said one of the keep- ers, “it’s like this. You know poachers have been at work lately; so last night we got some help and watched all the covets. We saw a gang and closed round em and caught four; but this one,” with a jerk of his thumb toward Stephen, “hit old Brown on the head with his gun and got away. He ran towards Brixloe, but I thought I knew him, so me and my mate came here and watched the house and saw him come home, and so we come and col- lared him.” “It’s a lie!” said Stephen. *‘/I have just come in, I admit; but I have not been in the wood.” “You can’t gammon us,” growled one of the men. “Look at the mud trousers. How do you account that?” “I wasn’t looking where I was going the ditch.” “A likely tale that is,” sneered the me you find these in the ditch as well?” he asked, suddenly ‘where. Speak, Stephen, and- say it's fice your brother to save your own | Allerby smoothed the matter over. reas his hand into Stephen's poc-¥ ket and withdrawing @ handful of} feathers. y- ; Stephen stared agh#st at this incrim- | inating evidences; then, as he felt ip his other pocket. his face grew hard. for: his suspicions were correct. His one ‘aim now was to get out -of the house as quickly. as possible. ; Turning. to his mother, he said. “Think .as kindly of me as you can.’ The sound of his voice aroused her. She turned to him, anger blazing from her eyes. : “Go!” she cried. ‘Go, before I for gét you are my own flesh and blood! To think that you, with yeur- fine airs, | end. Go, and. never let me seg .your face again. Oh, Griff!” she said, turn- | ing to her younger son, who stood, white and shaking, behind her, “you'd never pain your mother like this!” Loans you just say ‘good-by,” moth- ’ Stephen pleaded. gL d rather see you dead at my Icom Stephen turned to the constable. - *Come, 1 am ready,” he said. : | . “Stop! ' Stephen, what is.the mat- ter?” cried Elsie, darting into the room, and gazing in bewilderment from one to the other. “Poaching. miss,” said one of the gamekeepers, touching his hat. “Poaching? Stephen poaching? Oh, no; surely there's a mistake some- all a mistake,” she cried, beseechingly, lggying her hand on his: arm. For a moment Stephen faltered in his determination. Should he speak the truth and say that in his hurry he had slipped on his brother's coat? No! If he de- nounced Griff as the poacher it would break his mother’s heart, and cause Elsie pain and misery. He had been misunderstood all his life. What did it matter now? ‘“Hello!” said one of the keepers, who had been eying the trembling Griff suspiciously, “how did you scratch your hand like that?” “Climbing the hedge,” faltered Griff, shrinking under the man’s searching gaze. “Sure? It couldn’t possibly have been in Padley Wood, eh?” “Of course not,” Stephen said, de- termined to save his brother, at all cost. “He was in bed when I came in.” “And had been in bed all night,” added Mrs. Birley, ever reads to de- fend her favorite Elsie waited for Griff to Sook the truth and own he had but just come in. A grance showed her how futile such a hope was. “Come, let us go,” urged Stephen. “It’s no use stopping here.” “Not so fast, my lad,” replied the keeper. ‘I am not so sure that we've got the right bird.” “I tell you that I was in bed,” blust- ered Griff. “1. 48d it.” With downcast head Stephen uttered the words. - “Stephen, you shall not!” Elsie arled as she sprang to his side. Then turning to Griff, her eyes wien ing with anger and contempt, she said: “You coward! You mean, contempti- ble creature! Speak the truth if you've a spark of manhood left. You'd sacri- cowardly skin. Deny that you came slinking home ten minutes before Ste- phen, and that you had your gun! You cannot, you coward, for I saw you myself!” “Mercy, mercy!” whined the cower- ing Griff, as the constable advanced with his handcuffs ready. ‘I didn’t mean to hurt him; really I didn’t!” “Oh, Heaven! My boy!” Stephen sprang to his mother’s side, but she waved him off. “You Judas!” she cried, as she left the room. Brown speedily recovered, and for the sake of Griff's dead father Lord Six months later a pretty little wed- ding was solemnized in thelold village church, and a happier couple than Mr. and Mrs, Stephen Birley cannot be found. Happy, though ‘the memory of his erring brother and still doting mother in their new home across the sea’is ev er present.— —New York Weekly. To Insure Delivery. The gray-coated official of Uncle Sam who delivers letters in the “black belt” of the Seuth Side ‘stopped in the drug store to dodge the .smdden deluge. While sorting over a hand- ful of letters he turned to the drug- gist and, throwing a yellow envelope on the counter, asked: “What do you think of that?” The letter bore a Kentucky post- mark and was addressed to a resident of Dearborn streét whose name was neither Washington nor Johnston. The interesting part of the superscrip- tion was a scrawled note in the low- er left-hand corner: “If not thare tri county jale.”—Chicago Record-Her- ald. Judge Sherman's Home Renamed. When Judge Sherman was renovat- ing his beautiful summer home, which is built directly on the rocks of Glouc- ester, he thought he would .like to give it a name appropriate to the location. So he wrote a letter to a friend and put® “Founded-on-a-Rock” across the top to see how it would look on his stationery. The friend he wrote to happened to be a great joker, and the judge was astonished to receive a letter address ed to “The Hon. Judge Sherman, Found-dead-on-a-Rock, Gloucester, Mass.”’—Boston Herald. The latest style of submarine boat with which experiments are being made is a little English midget, thir- ty-four feet long. MCTINGT S OF THE PAST. PARALLELS FOR THE OUTBREAK IN THE RUSSIAN NAVY. : rt ? . Greatest ‘Revolt of Men-of-War’s Men Took Place in 1797, When Many British Crews Rebelléd, Blockaded the Mcuth cof the Thames and Had London in a Panic—Mutiny of the Channel Fleet Earlier in the Same Year Aimost as Bad. Mutinies in a nation’s navy as se- rious as that the Kniaz Potemkine Ta- vritchesky are rare, and one must go back a hundred years or more to find a case so Serious, - . 3 The Odessa affair has few ang in tnaritime history. In the days when the: Spanish Main was thoug ghtlessly plaeging itself in the hands of future orthodox dime’ novelists and the legs congervative sort who use -boards for their bindings, a fleet of pirate craft would sail into the harbor of a city, ‘bombard its fortifications, likely as not reduce them, and then land fpr pillage, rapine, murder: and other dipe rovelistic things. Of these pimate fleets the shane Morgan had the largest and the most feared. - Mutiny was no uncommon thing among these ships, and most of the pirate leaders died at the hands of their own men or else were mar- ooned to die by lonely reflection. Stern navy discipline has made mut- iny hard to hatch and difficult of main- tenance. France during the Napgl- eonic wars suffered from several abor- tive attempts: It was during the same period that English history was re- cording the precedents for this mar- velous outbreak in the Baltic fleet. The English trouble was a gradual growth, however, spreading over sev- eral year's. The Culloden, Capt. Thos. Trowbridge, in December, 1794, fur- nished the first real outbreak against authority. English sailors were dissatisfied with their pay, which had not been raised since the days of Charles II.,, with the unequal distribution of prize money, and with what they characterized as undue severity in the maintenance of discipline. When ordered to weigh anchor the Culloden’'s crew flatly refused to put to sea. Trowbridge sent to shore for help, and the ringleaders were thrown into prison and. five of them ‘shortly afterward were hanged from the Cul- loden’s vardarm. The mutiny on the Windsor Castle, ,of the Mediterranean fleet, stationed at San Fiorepzo, in the same year, was a serious affair. Her.captain was Wil- liam Shields, ‘but Vice Admiral Rob- ert 'Linzee had raised his flag aboard her. The crew did not like the rear- admiral, the captain, the first lieuten- ant or the boatswain and refused io obey their orders. Vice-Admiral Hoth- am, in charge of the Desh 36 reasons which never appeared history, changed ‘the Windsor iin officers and punished none of her crew. In April, 1797, an organized mutiny broke out in the Channel fleet, under Lord Bridport. The crews of the Royal George, the Queen Charlotte, the Roy- al Sovereign, the London, the Glory, the Duke, the Mars, the Marlborough, the: Ramillies, the Robust, the Impetu- ous, the Terrible, the Defense, the Pompee, the Minotaur and the Defiance mutinied and refused to weigh the an- chors when Admiral Bridport signaled to set sail. The men were in earnest. They pu the least liked officers on -shore. and delegates from the various crews met and drew up a statement of their grievances, which they dispatched to Parliament. A committee from the Board .of Admiralty went down io Portsmouth on April 18, but could do nothing. On the 21st Vice-Admirals Sir Alan Gardner and John Colpoys visited Portsmouth and met the dele- gates on the Royal George. The muti- niers insisted on the pardon for all of the ringleaders. Sir Alex Gardner lost his temper at this demand and order- ed that ‘the ringleaders: and every fifth man should be. hanged. . The more peaceful of ‘the mutineers fought back the others. Gardner was roughly handled and barely escaped from the ship with his life. A red flag was hoisted .on the, Royal George and the mutineers went into” conference in her cabin. .Such officers as remained on the fleet were confined, and ropes were hung to the yard arms as a warning as well as an indication that the mutineers intended to pre- serve order among themselves. All of the ‘guns were loaded and Bridport’s fiag was strugk. Parliament now sent word to the mu- tineers that it would .meet most of their demands and would pardon the ringleaders but the trouble was by no means over. Most of the fleet had dropped down to Spithead, where, on May 7, Lord Bridport hoisted the sig- nal to. set sail. The men refused to obey, claiming that they had no in- timation from King or Parliament that their demands had been met. A con- ference of delegates was called on the London, but as the boats rdwed under the London Vice-Amiral €alnoys appeared on deck and shouted that the sailors could not come aboard. His marines were drawn up along jhe rail. The sailors persisted. ‘If you try to get aboard,” the Ad- miral shouted, “I will command the marines to blow you out of the wat- er!” A sailor in one of the boats explod- ed his gun and wounded a lieutenant of marines. The marines replied with ep volley, killing five seamen, two of whom were delegates. Then the mu- tiny- broke out under Colpoy’s nose. The London's sailors mobbed the ma- rines, who surrendered. A proposal to hang the commander of the marines was defeated. This was the end of the . discipline. mutjny, for on May 14 werd came from London that the sailors’ demands had been fully met. Serious as the outbreak in the Chan- nel fleet had been the mutiny which fol lowed a few weeks later in the fleet at the Nore was worse. Vice-Admiral Charles Buckner was in command and to him*a” delegation of twenty sailors went with a broadside of arrogant de- mands for more pay, larger prize money, extensive shore leave and lax discipline. The admiral, of course, refused and communicated Ww ith the Board of Admiralty. Richard Parker, a seamon, had been chosen by the spilors as their leader. Parker was” an organizer and a first- class sailor. He appointed committees of twelve to take charge of each ves- sel and to maintain a certain sort of He sailed into Sheerness Harbor, fired a gun at the fort by way of warning and cut out several small gunboats stationed there. He sent ves- sels up the coast to corrupt the outly- ing ships of the fleet, -but failed of re- cruits in this venture. On May 23 Parker hauled down Vice-Admiral Buckner’s flag on the place and took up his own headquar- ters in the Admiral’s cabin. Most of the officers were sent’ ashore, but sev- eral were confined on shipboard. On June 24 Parker, seeing the‘trend of public opinion, which augured the refusal of his demands, offered to ca- pitulate on the condition that every one should be pardoned. This offer was refused. The sailors were in the habit of landing at Sheerness and par- ading through the town with bands and with red flags flying. Admiral Lord Keith and Gen. Sir Charles Grey arriv= ed in Sheerness on the 27th and put’ an end to this form of diversion. Parker saw that his last chance lay in: showing his teeth, so he stationed the Standard, sixty-four guns, the Bril- liant, twenty-eight guns, the Inspector, sixteen guns, and a number of small boats at the mouth of the Thomas, blocking shipping and actually threat- ening London with bombardment. He had at his heels, as a reserve, twelve ships of the line, two boats armed with fifty guns each, six frigates and six smaller men-of-war. The Admiralty meantime had dis- patched the Neptune, ninety-eight guns, the Lancaster, sixty-four guns, the Agincourt, sixty-four guns, and several gunboats to attack the Parker forces. Fortifications were also thrown up on either side of the mouth of the river, furnaces were erected for the heating of shot, and London be- gan to emerge from the period of ter- ror under which it had struggled for a week, Parker's position was clearly unten- able. Apparently all that remained for him and his men was flight, with or without the ships. He seemed un- certain what course to follow and dis- organization ran rampant throughout his fleet. A large party of the sailors advocated unconditional surrender and recriuits strengthened it day by day. Finally Parker’s own men on the Sandwich mutinied again, this time against their leader, and set sail and dropped anchor under the guns of the fort. Parker and several of the ringlead- ers were tried. Parker was hanged from the yard arm of the Sandwich, acknowledging the justice of his death. Eight other men were put to death shortly afterward.—New York | { Sun. TOC MUCH SYSTEM. Educational Institutions Should Put More Stress on Individual Teachers. The prevalent tendency in educa- tion just now is to trust too much to system. Ossian H. Lang, in the latest issue of the Forum, declares, “The only system worth having is one that will concentrate the directing forces upon the fixing of minimum standards of results, carefully graded, and upon the selection and development of an efficient teaching force. The initial examinations of teachers should de- termine personal fitness and profes- sional equipment. The standard of results should be based upon broadly comprehensive research of a compara- tive nature. Next, individual respon- sibility should be fixed in a liberally intelligent spirit, but with rational firmness. This would assure to the individual teacher a large measure of absolutely necessary freedom of ac- tion. Individualization might then become a reality. As long as the teacher's individuality is kept in ab- ject bondage, the individualization of’ instruction can only be an iridescent dream. As long as there is no indi- vidualization there will be misfits. The greater the number of misfits, the more self-condemned is 8. ‘system.’ ’” Many of our American students at- tend German universities for the ex- press purpose of studying under spe- cially eminent professors and this was tge case with some of our American oo iverstiios when some of the famous old teachers were alive. They were the chief attractions that drew earn- est and devoted students to the schools where they taught. Few of these great men are alive today, or if they are, they are retired, and it is seldom that the name of a university professor gets before the public now. A school is known for the greatness of its pecuniary endowment rather than anything else, The names of its teachers are seldom known outside ils immediate circle, no matter how deserving and able.—New Orleans Picayune. Immense Game Preserve. Herman B. Durvea and Harry Payne Whitney of New York and Hobart Ames of Boston, own a 70,000-acre game preserve €0 miles from Mem- hi id to be the finest in many re , of any in America. Sandwich, hoisted the red flag of mutiny in its’ (EYSTON: STATE GULLINGS %. —-— KILLED BY BoiLER EXPLOSION Train is Wreckes! “and Engine of Sec : ond Freight Damaged. Man Hurt. The engine of a freight train explod- ed in the Pennsylvania yards at ‘Altoo- na, causing the wrecking of the train, the death of two men, the injury of a third and the damaging of the engine of .a second train. The tracks were blocked for hours. = The train was composed of coal and’ merchandise cars and was going east. Engineer Murphy was said to have been ‘trying the injector, which indicated that the water was too low, when the boiler suddenly exploded, hurling the engi- neer to the side of the track ' and throwing Fireman Lucas 50 yards into a field. The latter died before he could be moved, while Murphy expir- ed shortly after reaching the hospital. The train came to a sudden stop and 14 cars were piled up ‘and wrecked. A westbound freight train ran into the debris and the engine was dam- aged. Conductor Halihan’s feet were sprained by the sudden stopping of the train. Engineers of ,the Pittsburg & West- moreland Railway Company have fin- ished the survey for the branch from Irwin to Herminie and work will be started without delay. The route will be by the way of Riliton and Madison. Grading on the main line is nearly all finished to this town, and ties and rails are being delivered on the Me- Keesport end of the road. The com- peny has a number ci franchises east of here, and the projectors state the line will continue to Manor and from there to Claridge, Murrysville and Ex- port. Five well’known Butler county farmers have found themselves swind- led by a stranger. A week or two ago the stranger drove through the town- ship in a buggy, stopping at the farm houses to make sales. He succeeded in taking orders from his five vie- tims. The price of each buggy was to be $25, paid in advance. The man collected the money and gave receipts purporting to be on the buggy com- pany’s paper. The men went to But- ler to get their buggies. None knew what the others came for, but during the day all of them found out." While saying his prayers at his home at Continental No. 1, near Uniontown, Stephen Globner was shot in the shoulder. The bullet was fired by Constable S. H. Crawford at John Sholtz, who was arrested later and brought to the Fayette county jail at Uniontown. Sholtz had been arrested Sunday night, but after the handcuffs were placed on him he es- caped. When captured yesterday the handcuffs were still on his wrists. A number of the citizens in the northern part of Westmoreland and Allegheny counties have organized an independent telephone company under the name of the Murrysville Telephone Company, and an application will be made for a charter. The projectors are W. M. and J. C. Greer and Charles Stunkard. Clair Bain Hamilton, aged 18. son of Robert D. Hamilton, a farmer of Chartiers township, Washingten County, was found dead at Meadow- lands with a bullet hole in his breast. There is no clue to the murderer. De- tectives have been employed and the Hamilton family will offer a reward for the murderer’s apprehension. While City Treasurer E. M. Kauff- man’s back was turned a thief slip- ped into his office in city hall at Lan- caster and stole a box containing $476.76 from the safe which was un- locked. William Kirchoff and Jobhm Parker, employes of the garbage de- partment, have been arrested on sus- picion. Lightning striking the wires and communicating to the car barn of the Beaver Valley Traction Company, caused a small fire in the stockroom. Street car service was tied up while: the fire trucks from the three towns were pulled at breakneck speed to the barn by street cars. : Three school teachers of Arm- strong county have had their certifi cates annulled by County Supt. Milliron for changing the marks on the same. When asked why they had made ‘the changes the reply was made ‘that it had been a custom to do. so. Merchants of Manor, Jeannette, Ir- win, Penn and Larimer held their an- nual picnic at Oakford Park. Stores as well as industrial establishments were closed and 5,000 people enjoyed the outing. $ Philip Doeashert was arrested at Monongahela charged with breaking jail at Washington, Pa., last Novem- ber, when he was charged with ‘sure- ty of the peace and assault and bat- tery. E Mrs. Louis Helier, of Butler, was: awakened by a man trying.to choke her. She managed tc scream and her father, Jacob Barnhart, ran to her assistance, but her assailant fled. Harry L. Mumma, brakeman, and Donatto Antomaccio, trackman, were killed on the Pennsylvania railroad near Harrisburg. Mrs. Jacob King was, killed by a Pittsburg and Lake Erie railroad shift- ing engine at Monessen, Harry J. Meade, 15 years old, was drowned in the Allegheny river at Arnold, while bathing. The Connellsville school voard has decided to ask for bids for the con- struction of two new schools in Con- nellsville. One is te be a 12-room building, to cost approximately $35. 000. The other 'is to be an eight- room building to cost about $25,000. The home of an Italian named Fran- cisco. at Titusville, was robbed of about $600. Francisco was about to leave for his native land, but will have to delay the trip. James Orr, one of the oldest news- paper men of Washington, Pa., was struck by a street car and seriously injured. 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