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W. XV. 8ANUKUH, 1'nblUher.
NEMAHA,
NEBRASKA.
A QUILL PEN.
From a Sen Gull's Wins.
Thou wnst not born amid earth's stain and
sol),
And dreary din, and nolso of jnngled
mirth;
' Thou hnst lived far from all our tears and
toll.
Oh, bring us back the blessing of thy
birth I
f Spralt but a little of that other life
Which knew thee once, wild as tho wind
and brine;
Set free our spirits, straitened In their
Strife,
To sweep those old unwearying ways of
thine.
Bring back tho glorious freedom of thy
Ulght,
Skimming the crest of purple waves afar
In that Illimitable Hood of light
Which knows no stain of toll, no fetter
ing bar.
Give us to know tho glory and tho wonder
Horn of the Hying rack, the gleaming
foam,
Where mighty billows rear their honds
and thunder
Against the wild black rocks which were
thy home.
Our hands are tired, our eyes aro dim of
seeing,
Our cars arc dull with noise of mirth and
moan.
Oh, give un back the beauty of that being
Unwentled and unsolled, which was thine
own !
Mabel Knrlc. In Youth's Companion.
Copyright, 1895, by D. Applcton & Co.
All rights reserved.
CHAPTER VII. Continued.
After a short delay, which seemed ages
to me, messer the padrone reappeared with
tho llngon of Rurgundy under his arm, and,
seizing it from him, 1 ran back to the Albizzi
Palace, and hut ried up the stairs to the room
occupied by Cortc. Although 1 had been
away barely half nu hour, that was sufficient
'time to make a change for the worse in the
sick girl, and I became aware that the end
had begun. We tried to force a little of the
wine between her lips, but she could not
swallow, and now, instead of lying stili, kept
tossing her head from side to side. Cortc
was undone. He could do nothing but stand
at tho head of the bed, in mute despair, as
he watched the parting soul sob its way out.
I went towards hun. ' Shall I send the in
tendant for a priest?"
If ever words changed the countenance of
n man, mine did. His eyes fairly blazed witli
.anger, mid he hissed out: "No, signorc
this in a priest's work pray if you like, but
no priest conies here."
I had, as all other men hae, frequently
called upon God, Hometimes in idle blas
phemy, but never on an occasion so serious
an this. Pruy if I liked! I had forgotten
what real prayer was. Impelled by a power
I could not resist, I knelt down and tried to
form some words to reach tho Moat High.
Hut they would not come, I could only feel
them, and I rose again and took my stand
iby the dying girl.
She began to talk now in n rambling man
ner, and with that strength which comes
at the point of dcatli from somewhere; her
voice was clear, but with a metallic ring.
It is not for me to repeat the last woids of
one who is now with her God, but I gath
ered from them a story of trusting love, of
infamous wrong and dastardly crime. And
Ccrtc shook like a branch in tho wind, as the
words came thick and fast from the lips of
his dying child. After awhile she became
still once again. So still that wo thought
she had passed away; but she revived on a
sudden, and called out:
"Father 1 cannot sec I am blind stoop
down and let me whisper."
"1 am here, little one close quite close
to you."
"Tell him T forgive. You must forgive,
too promise."
Corto pressed his lips to her damp fore
head, but spoke- no word.
"It is bright again they nre calling me
mother! Hold 1110 up I ennnot breathe."
Corto sank on his knees with his head be
tween hie hands, and passing my arm round
the poor creature 1 lifted her up, and tho
spirit passed. In, tho room there was now
u silence which was broken by a heart-rending
sob from Coite. He staggered to his
feet with despah on his face.
"She said forgive!" ho exclaimed. "Man,
you have seen mi angel die. This is tho work
of a priest, of a pontiff, of him who calls
' himself Vicar of Christ! Go iow, and leave
mo with my dead."
1 took his hand, and pressing it, turned to
tho door. As 1 closed jt. behind me, I saw
Corte bending over tho still face of his child,
. nnd the little dog, throwing up his head,
howled piteoubly.
CHAPTER VIII.
TEMPTATION.
I had looked upon death before; I had
. seen the plague strike down its victims in an
1 hour; I had been in the hell of a sacked
town, when men, women and children were
given to the sword. On tho breach at Arx
Simnundoi, dead, dying nnd wounded were
piled brcait high, when we stoimed our way,
through the fog of battle, into Malatestn's
stronghold. Stricken down at San Miuinto,
I saw, in the dim n.ght, tho dcatli hunters
nt their fearful trade, and heard tho dull
blows of their daggers, as they murdered
Homo helpless wretch, sometimes for tho
prize of a tag of gold lace, bomctimos for tho
&hccr pleasure of slaughter. Lying unable to
move, by good luck concealed in n hollow,
amidst grass which stood u yard high, I saw
a roan killed not fen feet from ma. He roca
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to his elbow as the fiends approached, nnd
called for water. Rut it was not water ho
got. How he struggled! He cried for
mercy, and 1 can still see tho wrotthes as
they held him down. A foul-looking hag
placed her knees on his chest, she looked
towards the sky for a moment, as if invok
ing a spirit to a sacrifice, and the moonlight
shono on a face that was hardly human.
Then she stooped down, and with a relent
less hand plunged tho knife she held into her
victim's throat. Rut all this, which should
have hardened my heart, did not affect mo
as the scene I had just quitted. After all,
w hat I had passed through was done when
the blood was high with excitement. Here,
however, was another thing. I had watched
tho end of a being beautiful and pure, who
was born to adorn life, and yet what was her
story? Kallcn into the hands of an incar
nate devil, outraged, and then cast forth
blinded, to die like a reptile! It was too
horrible! Surely God must have slept whilst
this was done. Surely the after life ought to
bo to her, in an inverse proportion to her
sufferings on earth. Rut why any such in
fliction on one so helpless? Mystery of mys
teries, nnd I cannot solve it. And yet she
was able to forgive. At tho last she could
condone. What wcic my wrongs to thore
(die had endured? After all 1 had health,
stiength, and the world was wide. Why
waste my tinio in running after the morbid
shadow of revenge? If 1 got it, would it sat
isfy? Would it heal my wounds? Thinking
111 this way, I called to mind a sermon of the
Prior of St. Mark's I heard when last in
Plorcnce. I came in the suite of Paolo Vi
tcllt ag Citta del Castcllo, and at the time
Savonarola had left the Muomo, nnd was
preaching nt St. Mark's. His subject was
forgiveness, and his text, "Vengeance is
mine, saith the Lord," canio back to 1110
with a vivid force. I roie from my scat and
paced tho room, my whole soul was on tho
cross; 1 had all but resolved to forego my
scheme of revenge, when I heard a knock at
the door. At first I did not nnswer, but it
was lcpcatcd.
"Como in," 1 cried, nnd Ceci entered. 'In
the state in which 1 was, I had half .1 mind
to bid him begone there and, then, nnd only
controlled myself with nn effort. I could
fee, however, that, in his way, ho had formed
n friendly feeling towards me, nnd, remem
bering my plans, forced myself to greet him
witli civility, and offering him a seat began
the conversation.
"That was n strange finish to the Gon
falonicre's speech," I said, in allusion to tho
death of the man at the hands of the mob.
"He was a fool, and deserved to die."
"Do you know his name?"
Ceci hefiitatcd for a moment, and I saw he
was lying when he said "No."
"1 gather," 1 ndded, "that you nre of the
Rigi, the party thnt favors tho return of the
Medici."
"Signorc, I spoke words in my excitement
that may well bo buried. An old tongue like
nunc should have known to be still; but it is
not that I have.' como to speak of. .Do you
know we have a death in the house?"
"That would be no new thing to you."
"True," he said, stroking his white beard,
"they die hero like rats in their holes."
"I buppose so; but as a matter of fact I
did know there was a death, and a very sad
one. I know Mathcw Cortc, but how llae
you found out so soon?"
"It in Ritntiip. T rniiin.bnpk.hiit. n fou-min-
v.tcH ago, and although it was late, thought
1 might call for the rent of the room Corte
occupies, ns ho has not paid anything as yet.
When 1 came in, Corto simply pointed to the
body of his daughter, that was all the reply
I got. She was very ill when she came; I
Wonder indeed she lived so long. Of course,
1 did not press him, nnd if it is a loss, Messer
Nobili is rich enough to bear this. Rut it is
dicadful the way these people owe."
I winced a little, thinking of my own di
ininihhcd purse, nnd Ceci continued: "I
thought I would come nnd see you ns I went
clown. It is on my way. The body must be
removed to-morrow."
"You will find some difficulty in persuad
ing him to give it a Christian burial."
"How! Is lion heretic, or a pagan if so!"
"I did not say that. 1 believe tho man to
be mad."
"1 will see him to-morrow," said Ceci. "I
think ho will yield to reason. Poor child!"
Ho went out, and down the stairs with the
step of a young man, and I marveled at the
contradictory nature, which could show tho
kindness it had towards affliction, nnd nt the
bame time coldly plan to remove a fellow
creature from the world, ns one removes a
bud from a tree, witli a touch of the knife.
Rut Ccci'8 words had also reminded me ngain
of Corto's need. I stood at the door listen
ing until hia footsteps died away, and knew
he was gone for the night. Then I pulled
out my purse, nnd looked nt its contents;
there were two gold crowns left, nnd n lew
pauls. I hesitated for a little, but the need
of the man upstairs was greater than mine.
Drawing off my boots so that there might be
no sound, I stole up softly, like a thief, and
gained the landing of Corte'a room. Tho
door was partly open, and 1 stood before it
for a short while, half afraid to enter.
Plucking up heart, I crept in gently. The
dead girl lay with her hands ciosscd on her
bosom, still as if cut out of marble, and on
her face was fixed n sad little smile. Cortc
sat on a stool near tho table; his head was
buried between his hands, and he had, given
way to silent despair. The dog lay asleep
in a coriu.r. 1 meant to linve proffered the
gold I had with me, as a loan to Corto, but
I did not dare to address him in his grief.
So placing the coins quietly on tho table in
such a manner that when ho raised his head
he must see tlicm, I withdrew as noiselessly
as 1 came, and reached my room without at
tracting any attention. It was not until the
small lioura of tho morning that I sought my
couch, for my mind kept working on tho
thoughts which agitated me nfter witnessing
tho death of Corto's daughter. At tho same
time, I was nblu to see that this considera
tion of tho suffering of others wns of the
greatest benefit to inc. It took 1110 out of
myself. It showed mo that my own were
not the only borrows in the world, nnd that
there might yet bo others who had reached
n deep of misery ns far below that of Corto
as his was below mine. Tin's led mo on to
consider my own position, nnd 1 began to
think thcro was somo mysterious power
that was preventing mo carrying out my
plan of reprisal ngninst D'Kntrangues. I
had como to Florence red-hot on his track.
At our very first meeting ho had won the
hanul, and tho long illness that followed
gave him chance to put n distance botween
ua; then my resources diminished whilst yet
nothing wns done; then canio the doubts
a& to whotliRA' 1 was justified in my action j
nnd finally, and not least, thcro was in me n
haunting desiro to sec Angiola, ns I called
her to mjBclf, onto ngain. I wns pulled by
different strings. There was what I called
conscience, urging 1110 to give up my hchemes
of revenge; there wns the wild nnimnl in mo,
telling mo to go on; there wns a feeling to
wards a woman, which I had honestly never
experienced before, which, despite my strug
gles against its apparently hopeless folly,
was entirely overmastering me, until 1 did
not know which way to turn, nnd to esenpo
from it all decided to leave Florence nt
once, and then altered my mind ngain, when
1 thought of tho plot I wished to thwart,
nnd determined to make a last effort to do
this, and, if possible, to sec Angiola onco
more before I left. At last I went to sleep,
waking very late in the morning. So Bound
was my slumber that when I awoko I
thought at first that the events of tho night
were nothing moic than n dream; but they
soon forced themselves on 1110 in their real
ity, nnd the fact wns emphasized by the sight
of tho odd pauls, which were now my all,
lying on the table. I gathered these up, and
proceeded in search of Ceci to ask if ho had
made any arrangements for tho burial; but
ho was nowhere to bo found, nnd, ns I could
not bring myself to see Corte then, I re-
polved to breakfast on fresh nir, a diet which,
however wholesome, was, I found, certainly
not satisfying. 1 went to the Oricellnri Gar
dens, which were at that time the property
of the Rucellai. Here, within the city walls,
one found a forest, and under the shade of
tho huge trees a more miserable being than
myself could have spent pleasant hours, and
perhaps gained contentment of mind by ob
serving the beauties of nature. It was here
that, after tho death of II Magnifico, the
Plutonic Academy moved its sittings. Rut
the gentlemen who composed it discussed
their philosophy with a good dinner, nnd
even the unfortunate who wishes to gnin
pence of mind in sylvan shades should have
a full belt. This fact obtruded itself more
nnd more strongly on me, nnd 1 could obtain
little relief by the expedient of tightening
my swordbelt by a hole or so. Therefore, in
despair, I left the beauties of nature to be ho
good as to look nfter themselves, nnd dis
bursed a half-pnul in something to cat, nfter
which I felt able to face the prospect of fu
ture starvation with a more serene mind.
I passed tho day quietly, nnd in the after
noon Ceci came to tell me all was ready for
the burial. He gave 1110 to understand that
Carte had libtcned to reason in tho matter
of a priest, although 1 never knew what ar
guments he had used to effect this. Tho
funeral was much as other pauper burials,
nnd when it wns over wo walked back to
gether. On our return n man nccostcd Ceci,
who, he said, was his nephew, and they
went off together on some business. Had I
only known what 1 was to be indebted to
Placing the coiiUQUletly on tho table.
this gentleman for, shortly, I should have
observed him with greater attention. As it
happened I gave hun but a passing glance,
catching a glimpse of n pnle face, with strong,
clear-cut features, and keen, bright eyes.
Cortc and I were now alone, and, respecting
his grief, 1 said no word, nor did ho speak,
as wo threaded our way back. Near St.
Mark's, Cortc suddenly seized my hand,
laised it to his hpa, and then, turning, fled
down a side street and was lost to view. I
attempted to follow, fearing that sorrow
had totally unhinged his mind, already a
little off its balance, and that he would
come to injury. My attempt, however, was
without avail, and I returned homo to dis
prove the proverb which falsely says that
ho who sleeps dinc.
The next day I was again favored with a
visit from Ceci, nnd nfter somo allusion to
tho funeral, ho onco more broached the sub
ject on which he had sounded me before, and
nuked for n definite reply. I gave it to him
without hesitation.
"Messer Ceci," 1 said, "whatever my con
dition uny be, you aro in error if you think
1 am a bravo. In short, your proposal is nn
insult, and you owo it to my consideration
for your years that I do not fiing you out of
the room. 1 have promised you secrecy, nnd
therefore cannot do ns I would, nnd that is,
lay the matter before tho Signory; hut 1 toll
you plainly that if I can I will upset your
plan, and now you had bettor leave 1110."
I had by this thrown everything into the
fire; but it was not possible to control my
self longer. As for Ceci, he sat for n moment,
his eyes btnring out of his head witli rage,
nnd his white beard fairly bristling. Ho
rose fioni his scat.
"So, Signor' Donnti, this is your answer,
is it? Look to yourself, most noblo excel
lency, for those I serve have long reach.
There is, however, anothor thing wo have to
hottlo before 1 go. 1 Hliall bo obliged by
your paying mo the sum of three crowns for
lent, nnd other services duo to the excellent
Messer Nobili."
I was overcome with ehnme, for I had
not the money.
"You can take this furniture," I said, "it
will pay my dues."
Ceci smiled grimly.
"I do not wish to bo hard on you, and
you know the punishment for debt. I will
take the furnituro back for two pieces, al
though it has deteriorated by wear and tear
to the value of a florin, and you still owe mo
ono pieco. Sco, signoie," nnd ho suddenly
changed his tone, "pockot your pride, as
many a better man than you has donq to fill
v$ UJ LA ?
I la I
his purse. It is but a stroke of your sword
we want, and here aro ten gold crowns."
"Rogonc!" I cried, in n rage, and starting
up laid my hand on my sword. Ceci instant
ly drew a dagger from his girdle and faced
1110 with the hiflheat courage. Wo stood bo
fore each other for a second, nnd then with
n laugh lie put bnck his poniard.
"I will give you time," ho said. "A whole
week and now leave you to dool.' 'Adieu,
most noblo cxcellcncyl" - ,
CHAPTER IX.
THE MARZOCCO INN.
I tried every available means I could think
of to obtain employment, to no avail, and, in
the intervals of my fruitless search for work,
haunted the streets and gardens, with tho
hope of obtaining another glimpse of An
giola, but without success. Inch by inch
my resources diminished, until they bo
became so small that a blind beggar would
have hardly thanked mo .for, the gift of
them. I lived in eonstnnt dread of Ceci re
appenring to demand the sum I owed for
my rent, but lie did not come. He wns evi
dently giving mo time, starving 1110 out to
surrender to his terms. I ubci! to see hun as 1
went in nnd out, sitting in his office like n
spider, yet ho never even lifted his hend ns
1 pnsscd. I hated, nlmost feared, going by
that door. Ritterly did I regret not hnving
left Florence when I was able. It was now
impossible to do so, unless as a defaulter, and
the weight of my paltry debt oppressed me,
as if a cannon ball were slung nround my
neck. I could not leave until I paid it, and
of doing this there seemed no prospect. 1
had parted with my cloak for money to buy
food, but the last copper of that was gone,
and 1 wns now penniless. For two days I
had not eaten anything but a morsel of
bread, and on tho morning of the third day
1 rose desperate with hunger, and prepared
to go to any lengths to satisfy it. 1 nto my
self esteem and made another attempt to
see La Palisse, but wns denied ndmittance,
nnd when I enmc back X actually hesitated
before the door of Ccci's office, nnd nlmost
made up my mind to yield, mid say I would
do his business for him. It required an of.
fort, so low had 1 sunk, to rouse my pride.
At last it flared up, and, with a check hot
at my weakness, 1 sought my chamber nnd
there passed tho dny. The pigeons that
lived under tho oaves opposite my window,
mid to whose soft cooing I so often listened
with pleasure before, now aroused other
thoughts within me. If I could only lure
ono within reach! Hut it was impossible,
mid I glared nt them, ns they fluttered mid
flirted with each other, with the hungry
eyes of a cat balked of her prey. At last I
gave it up and with a curse flung myself on
my bed. Fool that 1 was! Fivc-and-thirty
years should have brought mo wisdom. 1 had
stayed on in Florence, nllowed my chances of
revenge to get more distant, in fact, reached
n stngo of mind when I wns doubtful if 1
could rightly exact vengeance, drifted into
abject poverty, nnd, worse thnn that, was
continually thinking of a woman, who, when
I had rendered her a service, treated me with
contempt, who had no doubt forgotten me
by this time, amidst her duties, if she hail
any, and her pleasures, of which 1 doubt not
she had store. So the evening came amidst
my reflections nnd self-repioaehes, and, it
being dusk, I decided to go forth again, mid
snatch a purse, if necessary, to obtain food.
As I rose an impulse I could not control
made mo unfasten my money-belt, and
search if by chance there was a coin within
it. Of course there was not a brown copper,
but my fingeis, in. running up the belt,
touched something hard, nnd I pulled forth,
nttached to its tag of red ribbon, my cross
of St. Lazare, which, it will be remem
bered, 1 had placed therein for safety the
night I was imprisoned in the Villa Accolti.
I had clean forgot it in my troubles, and now
it lay in my open palm, with the diamonds in
it winking in my face. My whole frame
trembled with excitement. Hero wna tho
means of freeing myself from debt at once,
nnd of obtaining funds to quit Florence, nay,
Europe. At the lowest computation its
worth could not have been less than forty
crowns, nnd thia nt present wns wenlth to
me. What with tho effects of the want of
food, nnd tho sudden discovery of the cross,
I began to feel weak nil over, nnd, flinging
the badge on the tabic, bank down into u
chair before it to compose myself. Tho
toom was nlmost daik, mid I sat stnringat
the jeweb and at the diamonds on it, which
sparkled through the gloom. That littlo
tiinkct was linked witli the one gicat event
of my life. All the past came vividh before
my excited brain. I was ngain in that des
perate retreat of Charles of France up the
valley of the Taro, witli the army of tho
League in full cry behind us. The old boar
Trcvulzio commanded tho rear guard, dis
puted every inch of the road, nnd now nnd
again stood boldy nt bay, nnd gaven taste of
his tusks to the duke of Rati, and the fine
gentlemen of Venice. It was nt this moment
that Rodcrigo Gonsagn made his dash for
the height above the junction of tho Ccno
and tho Taro. Trcvulzio saw tho movement;
ho was powerless to help, and knew that if
it succeeded all was lost. AH tho time I was
at his bridle hand.
"Ride for your life," ho said, "nnd tell tho
king thnt." He pointed to the black linn
of the infantry of Spain moving towards tho
heights. I was oft at once, waiting no sco
oud bidding.
to nn CONTINUED.
.' Spurt- 1 1 0 urn.
Mr. Hayseed (arriving nt city hotel)
I s'pose I kin hear the gong here
when it rings for dinner, can't I?
Clerk Wo have no gong. We have
breakfast from 0 to 11, dinner from 12
to 0, supper from 0 to 11.
Mr. Hnyseed Jehoshnphnt! How
run I to git time to see the city? N. Y.
Weekly.
Vn.unhlc.i.
Mrs. I'elhnin So your home burned
down the other night! Did you succeed
in having anything?
Mrs. Harlem Oh, yes, Indeed! My
luihband dragged otit a ton of coal bo
fore the cellar caught! N. Y. Even
ing Journal.
At the Vaudeville.
"Yes, I lost my watoh In tho river
once, nnd It kept on running for sevoit
years."
The watch?"
"Nah. The river." Cincinnati Eli.
(julrer.
BRYAN AND TAMMANY.
A New York l'npur Ilki Story of WhM
AIny Ilnnnnn When tho Nobrniknu
Vlnit tlm KiMt.
New York, Jan. 14. In connection
with tho approaching visit of W. J.
IVryun to New York, tho Evening1 Posl
says:
It Is learned that great effort will b
niado to got Mr. Hryan to speak, vhlU
hero, on tho lines indicated In recant, in
torvlows by Eliot Dnuforth, chairman oi
tho dcmocrntlo executive oommlttoo
that is, to treat Imperialism and trusts
ns tho main issuo of tho campaign and
avotil giving tmduo prominence to th
1C to 1 Issuo. Mr. Hryan has niado sev
eral speeches nlrcndy on theso lines and
It is believed that ho can bo induced to
leave- freo silver in tho background whlU
ho is in what Is called ."the cncmy'i
country."
Tho dinner to bo given to Mr. Bryan by
O. II. 1 llolmont on January 22 will b
a Bort of preliminary. Many of tho party
lenders of tho Btato as well ns represent
atives of tho Chicago platform demo
crats will sot nt tho Uclmont tnblo nnd II
is said nn attempt will bo mado to bring
both wings of tho party together In ordoi
that 11 harmonious delegation can bo sen!
to tho national convention. Mr. Bryan
linn given many Indications lately that lit
desires harmony in New York state. II
has curbed tho enthusiasm of his nllvci
followers hero nnd has nhown a dispo
sition to court tho favor of Tammany.
Ho has also been In closo communication
with Kllot Dnuforth, who has taken on
himself tho task of harmonizing tho par
ty so that Hryan will get Now York't
electoral votcB.
WOULD NOT TAKE THEM IN.
Ilrynu Hnyn Iln Would Flrnt (IWn thii Fill
pliion Imlnpniiiloiiun unci Then the
Arm of Protection.
KtuiRtiH City, Mo., .Tun. 14. W. J.
Rryan, who paused through Kansai
City Saturday on 1ik way to Columbia,
Mo., expressed himself as follows:
I liavo for over 11 year been discussing
Imperialism nnd I have tried to distin
guish between such nn extension of th
nation's limits ns would not change tin
character of tho government, nnd 1111 ex
pansion which would convert a homo
gonous republic Into a heterogenous om
plrc. I bollovo that nil people aro capa
ble of governing themselves, and thai
tho Filipinos should bo nllowed to gov
ern themselves, but I do not think they
nro BUlIlclently advanced to nharo with
us in tho government of this nation. II
tho Philippine Islands aro annrxed tin
pcoplo there must bo cither citizens 01
HUbjects. I am not willing to admit them
ns citizens, and do not bellovo that n re
public can have subjects, thereforo 1
wnnt this nation to give thorn independ
ence nnd then protect them from outsld
interference. Much proposed annexntlon
must be considered upon lt own merits,
but In considering tho merits tho condi
tion of tho people should hnvo mora
weight than geographical position 01
commercial advantage.
crazed" by alcohol.
UllnoM Mnrrluint In 1. Ilo-plUt nt HI,
Louis Commit Hulclilo Aftor In
juring lllit Name.
St. Louis, Jan. 14. .Tames House, oj
331uc Mound, 111., a pnttont at Dr. liar
ton's private sanitarium jumped from
'a second-story window Saturday and
died of his injuries 11 few hours later.
Ucforo making the leap the frenzied
mnn assaulted nnd seriously Injured
his nurse, Albert Dehrin, whoso con
dition is critical. It Is feared that
Dehrln's injuries may result fatally.
House was a merchant of kiltie Mound,
111. He wns brought to St. Louis las!
Wednesday by his brother-in-law to
be treated for alcoholism.
Mckinley was busy.
Onorgn Dixon, tlm Nngro l'rlze Fighter
HtrollKd Into the Wlilto Jloimo unci lte-
jun-.tMl to Hoe tho l'reiltleiit.
Washington, Jan. 14. George Dix
on, the former featherweight cham
pion, who was defeated a few nights
ago by Terry McGovern, and Hob
Armstrong, who aspires to honors as
the heavyweight fighter of the world,
strolled into the white house Sntur
daj' and requested permission to sea
tho president to pay their respects.
The president was busy with a cabi
net officer and did not scu them.
SAYS THRIFT IS LACKING.
Owner of Onnrcln Ptuich mill I'lnm Orchard-.
Tells WhyThero Is Dopreistuu
In the Furmlng Imluttry.
Washington, Jan. 14. Tho indus
trial commission Saturday heard tho
testimony of J. H. Hale, of South Glas
tonbury, Conn., who owns peach and
plum orchards in Georgia. He as
serted that the lack of thrift was ono
of the causes for the depressed farm
ing Industry. He said negro labor
employed on his plantations in Geor
gia was as cheap and elllcient as whito
labor in New England.
l.eiilenny to 11 Woman Thief.
Freeport, 111., Jnn. 14. Mrs. Knta
Cunningham and three daughters,
aged 18, 10 and 8 years, were before
the police magistrate here, charged
with shoplifting. Although they con
fessed their crime, tho merchants
who hnd suffered at their hands de
clined to prosecute the case, and ono
even went so far as to give the woman,
the articles taken from Ills shop.
Fen to YVItneM hii ICxeoutloii.
El Paso, Tex., Jan. 14. A criminal
Is to be executed in the Cuartel at
Juarez within the next few days. Tho
man will bo shot Inside the walls of
the prison. An admittance fee of 25
cents will be charged all persons de
siring to witness the execution. Tho
money thus derived will go to the
widow of the condemned man.
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