TE IT ET TE “THE DEAR Gimme back the dear old days—all the boys in line— “Boy stood on the burnin’ deck,” an’ “Bin- gen on the Rhine! “was midnight: in his guarded tent’ — we spoke it high and low, While Mary trotted out that lamb “whose fleece was white as snow!” Gimme back the dear old days that Mem'ry loves to keep, With “Pilot, ‘tis a fearful night-—there's danger on the deep!” OLD DAYS.” Gimme back the dear old days—the path- way through the dells the schoolhouse in the scund of far-off bells Tinklin® ‘crost the meadows; the bird an’ brook The old-time dictionary, an spellin® book ! Te blossoms; the the song of Gone, like a dream forever I—A city's hid the place % Where steed the old log schoolhouse: an no familiar face The old-time, awkward gestures—the jerk, Is smiling the in welcome beneath a meant fer a bow : moinin’ sky :— . . : We said that ‘Curfew should not ring,” There's a bridge acrost the river ; an’ we've but, Lord! it's ringin’ now! crossed. an’ said “Good-by ! -Frank L. Stanton, in Atlanta Constitution. True Tale of an Intelligent Dog. Dogs constantly are surprising their best friends. The true tale of Bob is a shining illustration of this fact. Bob is an unaristocratic but inteHi- gent animal, whose ancestry is several parts fox terrier, the other being un- known. He is sturdy, brave, quick- witted and efficient, well equipped in every way to play a good part in the canine struggle for the survival of the fittest. Keen as a fox, and game as a pebble—that is Bob. He has, also, two contradictory char- acteristics—the love of his home and the lust for travel, and thereby hangs this veridical tale, which is, in the an- nals of dogdom, what the saga of Lief, the son of Eric, is in the chronicles of human adventure. For without the aid of chart or compass, without even the sense of smell to guide him, Bob has journeyed through an unknown land more than 100 miles back to a spot he had not seen for five years. From South Haven, Mich., to Austin, 111, by the overland route, is the feat of the wonderful Bob. Bob acknowledges as masters two little boys—William Henry, Jr. aged 10 years, and Rudolph Henry, aged 12. Their father, William Henry, Sr., an employe in the filing room of the Circuit Court of Cook county, is rec- ognized by Bob and his own owners as the final court of appeal in all dis- putes over rights of proprietorship. Bob came into this world .some nine or ten years ago, being born within the confines of Austin before that sub- urb was annexed to the city. He promptly was adopted by the Henry family, then resident in Austin, and interested in the management of a bakery at 201 North Park avenue. Amid the fragrant exhalations of the bakeshop, with the aromas of cream puffs, coffee cake and fresh bread ed- ucating his nostrils to a delicate sense of the good things in life, Bob passed from the days of puphood to canine maturity. He frolicked with Willy and Rudy on the lawns of the town park just across the street, and proved himself a prodigy at massacring the rats which attempted to gnaw ara- besques in the crusts of Mme. Henry's pies. His warfare on the rodents was so pitiless that Grocer Louis Nis- sen, half-way down the block, attempt- ed to seduce him into a change of habitat with choice bits from the chop ping block, but Bob proved faithful to his old friends. Altogether, he found Austin a very pleasant place in | which to live. Five years ago the bakery changed hands and the Henrys moved away. | William: Henry, Sr., entered into the | employment of the county and located | in. Chicago at 91 Hill street, but the grandmother immigrated to South Haven, where she owned a small plot of ground just outside the limits of the town. Bob was senteficed to live with her, and was taken across the lake in a steamer, enjoying the trip hugely, for he is a dog of an extreme- ly nautical turn of mind. Then Willy and Rudy and William, Sr., and the rest of the family came over to visit him quite often. ter all country life lacked the intoxi- cating, cosmopolitan charm of urban Austin, and there was many a time when he longed for the smell of cream puffs and the ‘squeal of a frightened rat. And now the history of Bob's ad- venture begins. Sunday, July 16, Henry, Sr., and: his family ran cve: to South Haven for the usual week: end outing. from an unusually severe attack of home-sickness the week before, and the arrival of his lords and mast was a welcome balm to his nos pangs. The time for parting came at last however, and Bob's heart we : deed. Rudy was left behind, Willy and his father sailed away the Eastland that evening, leavi: their faithful friend behind them the wharf. he newly married c ples were kissing on the decks kerchiefs were fluttering over warks and the famous homeward bound chorus, “Are you married? you married?’ was violating the chas- tity of the summer twili the excursion liner left the docks. Occasionally the classic retort of the venerable quid—"“No, we're di- yorced! '—flocated across the waters, and it admirably expr d the fe ings of poor Bob, perched disconsolate- iy on the end of the pier. Willy and Pop leaned across the railing to have one last lock at the lonely dog, which broke into a long “Ow-ow-ow-ow!” of grief at the sight of them, and was only restrained from a suicidal attempt to follow in their wake by a kind-hearted dockwalloper who elutched him by the scruff of the neck at the crucial moment and with a friendly kick sent him scampering toward home. Three days after the dull routine of filing briefs in the dingy archives of the Circuit Court was broken for Hen- Are But af- | Bob had been suffering | ry pere by a letter from 12-year-old | Willy, visiting with grandma at South | Haven. It contained this pathetic | line: “Bob has runned away.” Yes, the gypsy strain in Bob's mon- grel blood had asserted itself at last. Without ceremony or leave-taking he had wandered down the road and over the hill out into the great world. His recent emotional disturbances had proved to be too much for him; his first motive in running away merely was a blind consciousness that the times were out of joint and that some- thing must be done to put them right But as he settled down to a long, steady dog lope he began to think of the happy days of long ago in Austin. He seemed to smell the cream puffs again and to hear the rats gnawing at the flour barrels in the cellar. Then he knew that he was going back to the land of his nativity, and that noth- ing but sudden death would stop him. Let the clever animal. psychologists who experiment on white mice at the universities tell, if they can, what in- stinct guided him over this route, which he never had traveled before. It is sufficient for the purposes of the present narrative to say that he never faltered or hesitated, but pushed stead- ily on, keeping the lake on his right paw and following the sun. And his advantures were many. Near Watervliet, Mich.,, he met a farmer's wagon, and was given a lift of many miles, which gave his aching pads a grateful rest. He supped at Benton Harbor in the rear of a butch- er shop, defeating three other scaveng- ing dogs in fair fight, for hunger had | made him fierce as a wolf, Then he crossed over to St. Joseph, enjoying a refreshing swim across the St. Joe river. The next day was Wed- nesday, during which he passed through the town of Stevensville, where he almost caused a. German hausfrau to suffer an attack of apo- plexy by leaving a trail of dirty paw prints across the newly washed streets which were drying on her lawn. Near Bridgman he fraternized with a group of tramps who were dining off a pur- loined pullet, scorched over a camp- fire, and at Sawyer, the village black- smith ‘“sicked’ a mastiff on him. Having escaped the mastiff without much honor, but with a whole skin, Bob fared on to New Buffalo, where | he spent the night in the railroad sta- tion, through the kindness of the Irish flagman. entered the domain of the Hc ers. He almost was tempted dig a grave for himself and die hen he came to the sand dunes, but Michigan City proved an oasis in the 1 Here he was observed by the faithful few at the station who watch the trains come in, and one Kindly [ Then Bob sert. soul’ fed him a doughnut from the railroad eating house. | s : : Bob devoured it in stoic resigna- tion, even as the man lost in: the wil- | derness will eat his own shoes. But | when onc of the village cut-ups re- | marked, “That there dawg will eat | ennything,” and made him ‘speak’ for i a discarded “chaw’ of tobacco, Bob's ity-bred pride arose, and he shook sand of Michigan City out of his He made good time by keeping fur. close. to the shore line limping along the shingle and eating an occasional dead fish. Although the Tolleston marshes con- od. him for a time, he soon found his bearings and began to forge north- ward, toward the smoky haze on the horizon, where he knew he would find e cream puffs and the rats. { The | dugout of the boy bandits and the scene of Niedemeier’'s last stand, near pov mills of Aetna, had no arms him; his strength began the gense that he was 1, and he soon Hammond and 1e into Chicas How Bob rode i Pullman to Randolj a minor detail in tl} He mad ¥ for to return with bolted across the a caboose from street true tale of a a gallant finish at 2 aiternoon, going tha dog. >on to 201 N h 2 There as of old, was the bake and there Lis ncstrile were made glad with the scent of newly baked bread and de- licious eream puffs. Mrs.’ J. W. now the proprie- r of the b was startled out of a s y of e advertisements in the morning newspaper by a long and j ow!” It was Bob, his nose in the air, every rib visible, covered with dirt, but cheerfully giving voice like ' a hound in at the death. She charitably opened the door for the tramp, Bob darted in, and in another moment was curled up in his favorite seat, on the window-sill, fast asleep. Shortly after- ward Mrs. J. J. Owens, who lives in the flat above, came in to buy sup- plies for supper. She took one glance at the sleeping dog, and then ex- the blue-back ~ claimed: « “Why, where in the world did you get Bob?” Meanwhile Henry, Sr., whose mind has been trained by a long study of legal documents, had been thinking over Bob's disappearance. Last Sat- urday morning he remarked to Mrs. Henry, “I'll bet that blamed dog has gone back to Austin,” and, although this acute remark was greeted with wifely contempt, he went out to the old homestead that afternocon.—Chi- cago Record-Herald. MAKING SCDA WATER. Cetting It Into Bottles is the Cpera: tion Requiring Quickness. There is a soda water man in this town who believes that if the cooling but harmless drinks of modern days had been known and brought to their present state of tempting pegf€ction 50 or 100 years earlier the thirst for intoxicating beverages would never have got such a grip as it. now en- joys on civilized mankind. This is a question for the historians and meta- physicians to thrash out, but it is a view that is pretty hard on our grand- mothers, whose sassafras and other aromatic home-brewed beers were, ac- cording to the testimony of our fath- ers, good enough to put the W..C. T. U. out of business if anything could. There is, however, much in the con- tention that the “soft” drinks manu- factured today out of various charged waters ahd fruit flavors are as near perfection as science can make them. Scientists, indeed, are constantly working at the problem of making them better, and the need. of secrecy in certain cases, to protect new’ pro- cesses not vet patented, does not in- terfere much with the progress of the study. The notion that soda water has any sulphuric. acid in it is entirely erron- eous, according to the authority quot- ed above. The carbonic acid gas with which plain water is charged, is, in- deed, made by treating marble dust, or other substance containing carbon, with sulphuric acid, but after the gas is made it is neither marble dust nor sulphuric acid, but something very different, and before it is forced into the water by pressure it is passed through an apparatus which thorough- ly cleanses it. jo The name soda water comes from the fact that carbonic acid gas may be generated by treating bi-carbonate of soda with acid. It was often made in that way in the early days in small quantities and could be so made now, a glassful at a time, but there is a sediment in such water, resulting from the chemical combination of suiphur in the sulphuric acid and the soda in the bi-carbonate of soda, which may or may not be harmful to health. Th? modern soda water, however, as made by the factories, is nothing but water and It is the ‘fruit’ flavoring, if made of chemicals, that is likely to be harmful. For manufacturing in quantity the gas is accumulated in a gasometer, where it is stored. For putting soda water, sarsaparilla® or otaer carbonated waters in bottles the flavoring syrup is put in first and then the gas is conducted to the bottle from the gasometer by a stout rubber hose. This is necessarily a rapid operation and is done by machinery. There are stops and cocks for both hands and fect of the operator, so that by the time the water and gas are“in on top of the syrup the cock is at once forced into the bottle’s mouth and the fas- tening apparatus is applied, all in the space of a few seconds. There is more than one style of machine®for this work, but with one of an up-to-date pattern an expert can fill from 200 to 250 dozen bottles a day. For putting up seltzer and similar waters in siphons a special machine is used. The siphon has to withstand an interior pressure of from 175 to 200 pounds to the square inch, and in addi- tion to being thick and strong must be as tight in the neck against leak- age as a steam valve which often sus- tains no greater pressure. There is a good deal of risk to the operator in gas. bottling siphon goods. The siphons are made in Bohemia, because the | glass needs to be finely tempered, an art that reaches its highest perféction in that country.—Philadelphia Record. QUAINT AND CURIOUS. A correspondent of Nature says he had his portrait painted by two well- known - d calculated ‘that in each case about -.,000 strokesyof the brush were made. ; ¥ A lineman at Reno, Nev. came in contact with a heavily-charged wire at { the top of a 60-footr electric light pole and fell to tae ground. When he re- iousness he wished return te work at once, but was per- d to call it a day. Chinese newspapers, owing to the cheap quality of paper used and to the low price of labor, both literary and mechanical, are issued at an extreme- ly small figure. The price of the or- iry Shanghai journal is four cash, or about one-fifth of a cent. di following notice was recently spicu y ..splayed in the engine- ispatcner’s office at the rounghouse in a town within 50 miles of Albany: “Trainmen on passenger trains must not go through the coaches with over- alls on, without first taking them off.” The co A bird which can talk in two lan- guages and whose repertory consists of 17 phrases is the latest addition to the London zoological gardens. The bird belangs to a species which flour- ishes in northern India. Three of its phrases are in an Indian dialect and the rest in English. The bird’s name is Tommy, and it asks all visitors. “Who are you?” FIERCE HORNED CATTLE. THE PHILIPPINE TIMARAU HAS NEVER BEEN TAMED. Natives Afraid to Hunt It, Although It Is the Smallest of the Ox Family— Prof. Worcester’s Hard Task in Get- ting a Shot at One—Can’t Be Drop- ped. Unpatriotic though it may sound, the American bison was great only in appearance. His shaggy frontlet, his wild eye and his mighty coronet con- cealed as cowardly a ton of flesh as ever stirred, says the Washington Star. But even if we have to admit that the big Bos Americanus of the United States is not worthy of honor except as a marvel of the animal world, the Spanish-American war saved our face, for when we acquired the Philippines we acquired with them a buffalo that is the wickedest thing that ever moved on four legs. The Philippine carabao or water buffalo is wicked enough when wild, and even in a tamed state is prone to attack human beings sud- denly. But the timarau, although much smaller than the carabao, is so mean and savage that he will search out carabao and kill them .for the mere love of killing. Nobody ever has tamed a timarau Nobody in the Philippines wants to try; indeed, few natives of the Philip- pines ever want to see one. The fear of the tiger and lion in India and Africa is as nothing compared with the fear of the timarau in the Island of Mindoro. So deeply rooted is the fear of the furtive, belligerertt, relentless little ox that Profs. Worcester and Steere were unable even to find out what kind of beast it ‘was when they visited the Philippines in 1888 on an exploring expedition. Everybody warned them against the creature, but no two descriptions agreed. Prof. Worcester says that one man solemnly assured them that it had only one horn, which grew straight from the top of its head. An- other declared that he had never seen any horns on it, but it certainly had only one eye, which was set right in the middle of its forehead. These tales spurred them on, and they visited Mindoro, only to search in vain for several months until they found a tribe called. the Mangyans, who knew it well. They said that it was like a small buffalo, with straight horns running upward and backward like those of a goat. They expressed great fear of it, and told him it at- tacked and killed the big water buf- falo every time it got a chance, and how it would charge a man when- ever it was approached. Finding out about timarau and find- ing timarau were two different things. The creatures were so marvellously shy and cunning that, although the party followed trails day after day which showed where whole herds had congregated, they never even caught a glimpse of the animal itself. At last, after more weeks of hunt- ing, a native tracker led them to a hiding place of timarau; but he did so only after he had forced an agree- ment that he be permitted to run as soon as he had located the game for the hunters. He pointed into the bushes, whispered “Timarau, senor!” and raced madly away, his face gray with fear. Prof. Worcester worked his way .carefully through the bushes, but could not see the buffalo for a long time, so perfectly was the animal con- cealed. At last he Saw his head and fired, but just as he did so the bull tossed his head and the shot missed him. : “Af 1 fired a second time,” says the professor, “there came crashes in the jungle on every side of me. I had walked into a whole herd of tim- arau without knowing it. One old bull stood his ground and I gave him a bullet in the shoulder. Furiously he whirled around on me. As I push: ed the sliding block of my rifle to throw another cartridge into the mag- azine the mechanism jammed and left me to face a wounded timarau with a useless gun. Why that brute did not charge has always been a mystery to me. 1 never afterward knew one to fail to do it under similar circum- stances. What he did do was to rush madly into the brush after the herd.” Prof. Worcester found his tracker up a tree and had so hard a time coax- ing him toc come down that they lost the trail. Despite careful hunting and despite tae fact that wuey were in timarau country, they got no other shot that trip; and it was not until the next trip that Prof. Warcester got one of these buffaloes, and then only by firing half on into the bushes where he could see one indistinctly. It is rare- ly that these little buffaloes are found in. any except cover so dense that the hunter must cut his way through it with a knife, foot by fcot. This and the fact that if he happens to get within scent of a lurking buffalo the animal wiH charge him as quick as lightning and gore and trample him to pieces combines to. assure the lit- tle forest buffalo of Mindoro a long season of immunity. The natives hke the meat of the timarau, and as other food often fails them they are eager enough for it; guess but they are far too much afraid of | these cattle to hunt them, even when | they are starving. Attempts have been made to catch them alive, but the timarau usually kills itself. by its wild struggles as soon as trapped, and even if it does not struggle to the death it refuses to eat in captivity. The natives say that even the youngest calves if caught and put to suck with a tame | carabao will not only refuse to eat, but will try desperately to kill the foster mother. The timarau and its cousin, the pretty little anoa of Celebes, are: the smallest of the ox family. The big: gest, standing higher at the shoulders than even our bison, is the gaur or seladang. HALF DEER, HALF COW. Freak Animal Seen in Minnesota Said by Some to Have Horns. A deer with a cow’s tail.is northern Minnesota's latest sensation. The ani- mal is not so terrible to look at as was Cass Lake's great hogag, but it is more real. That it has a cow's tail there is no doubt, for forty-five men in an ex- tra gang working on the new extension of the Duluth, Missabe and Northern road saw the mysterious appendage, and more than once. Some of the more suspicious of the crew stoutly maintain that the deer is a close relation of the devil, and that it also has cow's horns and cloven hoofs. This latter charge cannot be well denied, for the cloven hoof habit is one that all members cf the venison tribe are guilty of. There is some doubt about the cow's horns, however. If the deer is a dee it wouldn’t have any horns at all, and if it were a buck it wouldn’t have cow's horns; for a cinch. This line of argument was of- fered to bring the men in question to a reasonable frame of mind, but they gently reminded us that the male mem- bers of the cow family sport horns not unlike those of their gentle better halves. Be that as it may, the unholy ‘deer is there, the horns or no horns, it has a cow’s tail, or to follow, the rea- soning of the superstitious ones ahove quoted, the tail may be the vertebral extension of a buck. The concensus of opinion among those who saw the strange animal, is that it has no horns, and, in this event cow’s tail will prob- ably come as near hitting it as any- thing else. Several range people within the last few days have had something to say of the freak. They say it has been seen so many times, and by so many men, that there is no doubting the tail part of the story. The animal seems to have inherited certain domestic pro- clivities along with its badge of civili- zation, for it has a strong hankering for the society of human beings, or else for the eatables furnished by hu- man beings. Any way, it is never very far from the camp of the Missabe con- struction gang, and is seen almost daily, both morning and evening. The tail is easily observed, for whenever its owner is frightened the appendage is thrown straight up into the air, stand- ing up four feet or more, like a fiag- pole, while the deer bounds away. The men are careful to see that no one shoots the animal, for they take a cer- tain pride in it. Attempts are being made to photograph it, and it is even hoped that it may be captured alive.— Minneapolis Tribune. SIMPLE LIFE IN ICELAND. No Liquor Manufactured, No Jails and Only One Policeman. There are no manufactories in the country. Each home is a factory and every member of the family a hand. Shoes: are made from goat skins. The long stockings worn over these in wading through the snow are knit- ted by the women and children, and even the beautiful broadcloth comes smooth and perfect from the hand loom found in every house. The sweet simplicity of their na- tional costume does away with the ne- cessity of fashion hooks. Young girls who are about to be married need take no thought as to ‘wherewithal shall they be clothed.” When they array themselves in the wedding gar- ments of their ancestor, two or even three generations remote, they are perfectly up-to-date in the matter of attire. The simple life is conducive to a state of high morals, higher probably than in any other part of the world. There is ndét a drop of liquor manufac- tured on the island and for the 78,600 population there is but one policeman. "There is neither a jail nor any place of incarceration for criminals; nor yet of keeping up a court. When a crim- could be tried. The percentage of crime is so small that it does not warrant the exepense of keeping up account. When a <rim- inal trial becomes necessary the of- fender is taken to Denmark to an- swer to the law for his misdeeds. The women are among the most advanced in the world. Their Wom- an’s Political league has a member ship of 7000, and they enjoy more civil rights than the women of’ al- most any other country, having a voice in all elections: save that for memb of their legislative body.— The Pilgrim. Franklin's Bicentenary. It is certainly discréditable that one of the three Americans who would by popular acclaim be pronounced to be the greatest the country has produced should have received so little formal recognition. The birthday of Wash- ington is practically a national holi- day; Lincoln's birthday is a red-letter day in many states; but Franklin, the third in this triumvirate of America’s greatest, is. denied .the honor. .of a public testimonial to his superlative merits. - An opportunity is at hand to make, good this neglect. next wiil be the bicentenary of Frank- lin’s birth. The day ought to be cele- brated in an appropriate manner in the furthest ends of the country. It would be becoming for Philadelphia to take the lead in doing honor to her adopted son.—Philadelphia Record. On Jan, 17 KEYSTONE STATE CULLING OFFICERS SURPRISED: Mine Cage brpings Up Body of Man, for Whom a Constable Was Waiting. Waiting at the mc of the Mani- fold coal mine in W gton county, with a warrant for the arrest of jos. Grego, Constable G. W. Clutter and Detective K. Sarver were surprised when the cage reached the top to find Grego’s decapitated body. The latter had been killed in the mine a few minutes before. The officers were there to arrest him on a surety of the peace charge. Some days ago Grego is alleged to have threatened to kill Frank Olmer, a fellow workman, who | had a warrant sworn out for his ar- rest. Harry, the’ 8-yearold son of Michael Rearick, who lives west of West Newton, was severely bitten by a mad dog. The lad was rescued by Charles Herrington. The dog first appeared on the road on the west side of the Youghiogheny river, snapping at the wheels of wagons and ether vehicles. It then devoted its atten- tion to hogs, cattle and other domes- tic animals. Pedestrians were com- pelled to climb trees and several wo- men were chased into their homes. One of the men the dog treed manag- ed to get his gun and killed the ani- mal shortly after the biting of the Rearick lad. Giovanni Malini was convicted of murder in the first degree for the killing of Anton Redipi at Yorks un, Nicholson township, Fayette county on August 23 last. It was al- leged that Malini was a member of the “Black Hand” society and that he had stabbed his victim to death be- cause the latter refused to give up money. An advance ranging from 15 to 25 cents a day, has been granted the employes of the Baltimore and Ohio railroad shops at Connellsville. The increase is the outcome of a recent conference between a committee from the shops and General Superintendent of Motive Power J. E. Muhlfield. The raise affects about 100 men. The Sigma Chi fraternity house at State college was badly damaged by fire. By some rapid work on the part of students nearly all the furniture and household goods was rescued. Fatkes, halfback on the ’varsity foot- ball eleven, sustained a sprained ankle while leading the student fire brigade. George Misko, a New Salem mer- chant, was brought to the hospital at Uniontown, probably fatally wounded and the authorities are searching for three negroes responsible for the shooting. The negroes, who strangers, shot Misko in his store. It is believed their motive was robbery. When Dr. J. M. Maurer, of Wash- ington returned te his home late at night he was confronted in his hall by a burglar. The burglar immediate- ly made a break for an open window, through which he had gained. en- trance, and, joining a confederate on the outside, fled. : While walking in the woods on the Krumpe farm in Cole Hollow, Buf- falo township, Butler county, George Gibson found the body of a man which was reduced to a skeleton. The corpse was clad in a black suit, hav- ing $1.62, a gold watch and a rosary in the pockets. A deal has been closed whereby the Pearce Manufacturing company, of Latrobe, comes into possession of the Merritt Comfort company, of India- napolis. This plant will be moved to Latrobe within a short time and the business will be <oaducted as here- tofore. . The Erie Railroad Company has awarded the contract: for a new pass- enger station of brick and stone, at South Sharon. It is said the Erie will soon begin running passsnger trains over the New Castle branch to Pittsburg. 2 Harvey Hess, a; distributor, of samples * of a breakfast food, “was stabbed by an Italian fruit dealer at Harrisburg because he was not al- lowed to help himself. The Italian escaped. Hess may die. Rev. Dr. S. J. Fisher surprised his congregation at the morning service of the Swissvale Presbyterian Church Sunday by reading his resignation, which he desires to take effect Nov- ember 10, the thirty-fifth anniversary of this pastorate. Two robbers are alleged; to set fire to Dr. G. H. Sloan’s iStable at Carrolltown. The fire spread to three other stables and all were burn- ed, entailing a loss of $6,000. Three horses ‘and two cows were cremated. At Butler the jury in the case of the Commonwealth vs. John McLaugh- lin, indicted for .the killing of Will- iam J. Hemphill, on May 5 last, re- turned a verdict of guilty in the see- ond degree. After deliberating for mere than 52 hours the jury at Uniontown, ar- rived at a verdict of guilty~of-murder in the second degree in the case of Andy Martechek, charged with Ikill- ing Martin Shultz. The new sheet mill of the Amerigan Sheet &.Tin Plate Company at South Sharon, idle.’ for several weeks hds resumed. : have The merger of the Pennsylvania and Mahoning Valley Street Railway company and the Sharon and New Castle Street Railway company is now assured. The deal involves the con- solidation of almost $5,000,000 in rail- way properties and valuable franchis- es. C. P. Davis, ,C. .C.__Bunion 7€. R. Wray, C. 8S. Dixon, “James S. Carr and others have organized the West Shore Street Railway Co., to build a trolley line from Black Dia- mond above Monongahela to Donora. A charter has heen applied for. were: ‘The ion. in a betwe other izonte fullne back It acting coura extra It ji mone; The is the the w life. He fling time. away If y prese: are p ment. 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