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About The Red Cloud chief. (Red Cloud, Webster Co., Neb.) 1873-1923 | View Entire Issue (July 30, 1897)
jrKw!(imMaav'Wflflik"jSwyf.-iy44 ry -; -r 1flv ' 'K!.10i t . i . 4WL. Tft q k , ""l . THE BED CLOUD CIDEP, FTUMY, JULY 30 1897, Wjj Warn . w& ffl M5 INTERNATIONAL PRESS ASSOCIATION.. dldm lllco tlio turn tho conversation was taking; "ami slio has many truo lrlonds." "Yourself among the number, I nm sure!" said Caussldlere quickly. "You are right there, at any rato," re turned Sutherland! ami ho added cold ly, "I'll wish you good-night." Ho stood hefme the gate of hl3 fath er's cottage and held out his lutml, tho Frenchman, however, did nut attempt to lako It, hut kept his own hands In his rout pockets ns he returned a pollto ' Uood-ulght." CHAPTER IX. (CoNTiNUEii.) Sho ceased hor tirade, and stood gaz ing keenly nt Marjorle, who sat still, listening In wonder. DeBplto her sharp tone and brusque manner, there was a tenderness In her tone that could not bo mistaken. Then, all at once, with the abruptness peculiar to her, she changed her tone again, and broke Into a low, chuckling laugh. "And now I hao pjcnch'd my or mott," she said, with her grim smile, "hae you had bieukfust? Will you tuk' borne tea?" But Marjorlo had breakfasted before starting, nnd wanted nothing. "Very well. Come and walk In tho garden." She led tho way from tho room, and Marjorlo quietly followed. Passing out by tho rear of tho houso cross a lonely couit yard, they reached a door in tho high wall, nnd entered the garden a wilderness of fruit trees, shrubs, nnd currant bushes, sadly In need of the gardener's hand. Tangled creepers and weeds grow over thc grassy paths. Heio and there were seats, nnd In one corner was nn arbor almoct burled In umbrage. It was a desolate, neglected place, but tho sun was shining, and the ulr was bright and warm. MlhH Hcthcrlhgton took her compan ion's nrm and walked slowly from path to path. "The garden's like Its mistress," sho said presently, "lonesome and neglcctlt. Slneo Wattle Henderson died, I hue never employed a regular gardener. But It's bonny In summer time, for n' that, nnd I like it. wild ns It Is. I should like weel to bo burled here, right In tho heart o' the nuld place'." Sho entered tho neglected nrbor nnd sat down wearily. Mnrjorle stood look? Ing at her In timid sympathy, while aho pursued tho dreary current of her thought. "Folk Bay I'm mean, nnd maybo I nm; but it's no that! I'm the last o' the Hethcrlngtons, and it's right and fitting that tho ploco should waste awa' like myBcl'. Dut I mind tho time weel It's no sac lang syne when It was gladsome and merry. Everything was In grand order then, nnd my father kept open houso to the gentry. Now n's changed! Whiles I wonder what will becomo o' tho auld houso when I'm tn'cn. Strangers will como, maybe, and turn It upsldo doon. What would you dae, Marjorlo Annan, If you were a rich leddy and mistress o' a place llko this?" Tho question camo so abruptly nt tho end of tho long string of lamentations, that Marjorlo scarcely knew what to reply. Sho smiled awkwardly, and re peated tho question. "What would I do, Miss Hcthcrlng ton?" "A'y. Como!" "I cannot tell, but I don't think ? could bear to live hero all alono." "Ay, Indeed? Would you sell tho Castle, and pooch tho siller?" "No, Miss Hcthorlngton. I should llko to keep what my forebears had owned." Tho lady nodded her head approv ingly. "Tho lassie has sense after a'!" sho exclaimed. "Ay ay, Marjorle, you're right! It's something to belong to the lino o' tho Hcthcrlugtons.and the nuld lairds o tho Moss would rise in their graves If they kenned that strangers were dwelling on the lnnd." m. CHAPTER X. ARLY In tho after noon, after a dls mal lunch, tote-a tcto with Miss Hotherlngton, Mar jorle roturned homo across the fields. Tho sun was Just beginning to sink feKVcv as sho p as 8 ed VV through tho vlllago ' and approached tho manse. As she did so, she saw Mr. Lorraine standing Insido tho church yard gato in quiet conversation with tho Fronch teacher. Oho entered tho churchyard and joined them, tho Frenchman saluting tier with lifted bat as sho approached. "Ah, Marjorle, my bairn," Bald tho minister, "you aro homo early. Did you walk back? I thought you would novo stayed later, and that Miss Hoth Ington would have sent you home In the carriage aftor gloaming." Marjorle glanced at Caus3idierof and met hlo eyes. "Sho did not wish mo to utay," sho answered, "and I was glad to escape. But I bco you and Monsieur Cauasldioro have made friends. I mot btra on tho -ways and he said he was coming here." "So he has told me," said Mr. Lor raine. "I have Just beon showlug him over the kirk and through the grave yard, and now I have Invited him to take pot-luck, as tho English call It, this evening." "But' it Is so Into, monsieur," Bald Marjorle. "How will you get back to Dumfries?' "Did you not know?" returned tho Freuchman, smiling. "I am taking a lectio holiday, like yourself! I have engaged a bed at tho Inn, and shall not return till tho beginning of the week." They entered tho manso together, and Caussldlero Joined them at their slm plo evening meal. When tea was over they sat round the hearth. Tho minister lit his pliw IK his fueat a cigar. They were chat- ting pleasantly together, when Solo mon Mucklcbncklt, who had been tip to the village on some household errand, quietly entered. "Johnnie Sutherland's nt the door. Will you see him?" Mnrjorle started, for sho had nn in stinctive drend of n meeting between tho two young men; but the minister nt once replied: "Show him In, Solomon;" nnd ns the tioxton disappeared, he said to his guest, "A young friend of ours, and n school fellow of my foster-duughter." The next moment Sutherland ap pealed. A look of surprise passed over his face as he saw the stranger, who rose politely, but, recovering himself, he shook the minister warmly by the hand. "Welcome. Johnnie, snld Mr. Lor raine. "Talto a sent. Do you know Monsieur Caussldlero? Then let mo lntroduco you." Sutherland nodded to :ho French man, who bowed courteously. Their eyes met, nnd then both looked at Mar jorle. "Monsieur Caussldlero id my French teacher," she said smiling. Sutherland looked somewhat puzzled, nnd snt down in silence. After nn awh wnrd pause, tho minister began ques tioning him on his London experi ences; he replied almost In monosyl lables, nnd was altogether so bashful and constrained that Marjorlo could not avoid drawing nn unfavorable com parison In her own mind between him and tho fluent Frenchman. "An artist, monsieur?" said tho lat ter, presently, having gathered the fact from some of Mr. Lorraine's questions. "I used to paint, when I was n boy, but, llndlng I could not excel, I aband oned tho attempt. To succeed In your profession Is tho labor of a life, and, alas! so ninny fall." "That's truo enough," returned Suth erland, "and when I see the great pic tures, 1 despair." "Ho paints beautifully, monsieur," cried Marjorlo, eager to praise her friend. "Does ho not, Mr. Lorraine? The minister nodded benignly. "Ah, indeed," said Caussldlero, with a slight yawn. "Tho landscape, mon sieur, or tho luimun figure?" "I have tried both," replied Suther land. "I think I like figure painting best." "Then you shnll not go fnr to find a subject," exclaimed Caussldlero, wav ing his hand toward Marjorle. "Ah, If I were an artist, I would like to paint mademoiselle. I have seen such a fnee, such eyes, and hair, In somo of the Ma donnas of tho great Rnphanl." Marjorle cast down her eyes, then raised them again, laughing. He has painted mo, and more than once; but I'm thinking ho flattered tho sitter. Miss Iletherlngton has one of tho pictures up at the Castle." Caussldloro fixed his eyes suspicious ly upon Sutherland "Do you work for pleasure, mon sieur, or for profit? Perhaps you aro a mau of fortune, nnd paint for amuse ment only?" Tho question tickled tho minister, who lnughed merrily. "I nm only a poor man," answered Sutherland, "and paint for my bread." "It Is nn honorable occupntlqn," said Caussldlere, emphatically, though not without tho suspicion of a covert sneer. "At ono tlmo tho artist wns neglected and despised; now ho is honored for h's occupation, and can make much money." The conversation continued by fits and starts, but Sutherland's appenranco seemed to havo quite destroyed the gay freedom of tho little party. At last Solomon reappeared and grimly an nounced that It was nine o'clock. "Wo keep early hours," explained Mr. Lorraine, "nnd aro all abed at ten o'clock." "Then I will go," cried Causjldlcro, rising, "but I shall call again. It Is not often In Scotland, one finds such pleas ant company." Caussldlero shook the minister's hand cordially, and favored Marjorlo wltli a warm and lingering pressure, which loft her more disturbed than ever. Then tho two mon walked out of tho house togothcr. Caussldlero and Sutherland walked up tho vlllago sldo by sldo in the light of the moon, which was then at tho full. "You aro a nntlvo of this place, mon sieur?" said tho Frenchman, after u long silence. "Yes," wns tho quiet reply. "A charming place! and the peoplo still more charming! You havo known our old friend a long, long tlmo?" "Ever since I can mind." "And hla daughter his fostor-daugh-tor, I should say? I havo heard her story; It is romantic, monsieur; it touches my heart, Do you think her pretty?" Sutherland started at tho question, which was mado with apparent non chalance, but In reality with eager sus picion. Ho was silent, and the other continued: "Sho Is not llko ono of common birth; sho has tho gruco of a lady. I was struck with her elegance when she first camo to mo for lessons. Poor child! To have neither father nor rootlier, to bo a castaway! It Is very BUd." "She is happy and well-cared for," sturdily answered 8uthorland, who -X ",11 uim v;.vv.i,gif ANADVENTUItESTORY f " V I CHAPTER XI. grri. ly nn next any wns 'V "" , Mw.---- --, not to say sancti monious Sabbath day of that pooplo which, above nil others, reverences the great work of creation. In tho brightest place In tho church, with her aureola round her, sat Mnrjprlo Annan; and three pairs of eyes nt least woro con stantly fixed upon her. Tho first fair belonged to young Sutherland, tho sec ond to the French visitor, tho third to tho eccentric mistress of Hotherlngton Cnetle. Of theso three Individuals Cnussldloro was the most ill at case. Tim sermon bored him, nnd lie yawned ngalu nnd again, tlnully going to sleep. Ho was awakened by a loud nolso mil looklnc round him. ho saw tho congregation moving toward the door, and Solomon Mucklcbncklt, from tho precentor's desk, glaring down at hlra In Indignation. Ho rose languidly, nnd Jjlned tho stream of peoplo Issuing from tho church. Out In tho churchyard tho sun was shining golden on tho graves. At tho gnto several vehicles were wnltlni:. In cluding tho brougham from Hotherlng ton Castle. A Cnussldlore moved down tho path, he saw beforo him a small group of per sona conversing the blind weaver and his wife, John Sutherland, Marjorle, and tho lady of tho Cnstlo. Ho passed by them with lifted lint, and moved on to tho gate, whore he waited. "Who's yon?" n&ked Miss Hother lngton, following him with her dark CJfS. "That Is Monsieur Cau3slillcre,' an swered Marjorlo, "my French teacher." "Humph!" said tho lady. "Como awa' and Introduce me." She walked slowly down tho path, while Marjorlo followed In astonluh- mi'tit. and coming right up to the Frenchman, sho looked him deliberate ly over from head to foot. Not at all disconcerted, ho took off hla hat again, and bowed politely. "Monsieur Caussldlere," said Mnr jorle, "this Is Miss Hetherlngton, of tho Castle." Caussldlero bowed ngaln wuu great respect. "I nm charmed to mako madr.mo's acquaintance." To his astonishment, Miss Hotherlng ton addressed him In his own tongue, which she spoke fluently, though with nn unmlstakaMo Scottish Inflection. "You speak English woll, monsieur," sho said. "Havo you been long nbsont from your natlvo land?" ' "Ever alnco tho crlmo of December," ho returned, also In French. "But madamo is almost a Frenchwoman 3I10 speaks tho language to admiration. Ah, It is n pleasure to me, an exile, to hear tho beloved tongue of Franco so perfectly spoken! You know Franco? You havo lived there, madamo?" "I know it, nnd know little good of it," cried tho lady shnrply. "Are you llko tho rest of your countrymen, light nnd treachorous, bollovlng In nothing that is good, spending thoir livoa In vanity nnd sensual ploasuro?" (TO UE CONTINUED.) N March 22d, 1802, I ,1 HUB engiuu 811 Yl'll -Jl the life of her on- ftlllvt'l, u.lllivn una- sell." These words, en graved on :i silver plate fastened to the e Under of a large Corllf3' en gltio In a quarts mill In tho moun tainous region of northwestern Nova da, commemorate a roally romarknblo occurrence. Tho englno stands In n spare cut off from tho rest of tho mill by a tight partition. The room Is made to con form nearly to tho shapo of tho en gine, tho wall being about eight foot from It on all aides, except whoro tlio belt runs down into tho fly-wheel pit. Thero tho partition Is at least twenty feet from the nm of tho fly-wheel, and tho great belt or band which carries tho power Into tho mill comes In through n hole six feet up In tho wall, nnd slants down to the bottom of the lly-wheol about the same dlstanco be low tho floor. Thus In order to pass from ono sldo of thn room to tho other at this end it is necessary either to Jump over the belt noxt to the lly-wheol, or to crawl under It next to tho wall. Tho fly wheel Is nn Immense affair sixteen feet in dlnmeter, weighing twelvo tons, and wldo enough on tho foco for tho thlrty-slx-lnch belt to run. Tho englno makes moro than a hundred revolutions per minute, nnd this belt whizzes down through tho floor toward the fly-wheel In a way to mako 0110 dizzy. Tho en glno itself Is kept In a hlghly-pollshod condition by tho unremitting atten tions of the engineer, who speaks of It ns "Old Alice," nnd who has painted this name In gilt letters on her vnr nlshcd franio '11 memory of n little daughter who died. Thoro Is no direct means of commu nication between tho mill nnd tho en glno room, ns the latter has only ono door, and that opens from tho outside At tho tlmo of tho occurrence I nm about to rclntc, this door had on It a very complicated spring lock, and ovcry tlmo the door slammed tho lock caught and, nccoidlng to the engineer, "It took ten minutes' work nnd tho key to cot It open again." The mill runs continuously, being lighted nt night by a small olcctrlc-plant In tho building, nnd two big arc lamps hang directly over tho englno. About ten o'clock on tho night of tho 22nd day of March, 1892, James Rus sell (tho ulght engineer) was sitting In a chnlr at ono sldo of the room rend ing an old newspaper, whllo his train ed ear followed ovcry Btroko of tho engine, nnd Instnntly detected tho al tered Bound when an oiler stoppod (ceding or a screw worked loose "Old Alice" ran as moothly and regularly as a watch, and tho engineer grow so absorbed' In his paper that he did not at first look up when ho heard tho door swing open and then shut with a snap. Soon, howovor, tho Indescrib able feeling that something allvo Is nenr caused him to lift his head and look about tho room. There, Just in front of tho door, blinking llko nn owl In the glare of tho electric lights, and Hotter f.eft Unialtt. Two giggling girls pushed their way into tho crowded car. Tho ono was protty, ami knew it; whllo the other wasn't, and didn't seem to know It After a great deal of squeezing that almost took their breath away, they at last reached tho front part of the car. They kept up thoir giggling until a man who waa trying to read in the corner scat got up in disgust and wont out on tho front platform. Although they both wanted to sit down, neither wlshod to doprlvo tho other of the seat. "You take It, dear," said tho pretty one. "I wouldn't enjoy it at all If I knew you were standing," replied tho other. Thon they began giggling again. At Inst, when anothor woman rush ed up to take it, the pretty girl shoved l.er friend Into the seat, saying: "Tho first thing wo know we'll lose It. Be sides, my dear, It's better f or you to tako It, because I'm moro likely to havo a scat offered me." The homely girl stopped giggling and turned red in tho face, and whoa her frlond got out about a mile be yond sho never as much as bade hor good-bye. fitfiM' tho fly-wheel, and as the bear racen down thnt side of tho engine, tho man Jumped tho holt nnd started up tho other side. Tho bear paused only an Instant when ho camo to tho llylni: belt, then over be wont, nnd ehated the innn on around tho cylinder end, Round and round the engine they rnn. Jumping the belt, slipping nnd tltdlng on the cUilt, oily floor, but get ting f.istor nnd faster all tho time. Theio was nothing In tho room that do would far -i weapon, nnd HubscII could form no plan of escape, hla great est deslro for the moment being to keep tho engine between him nnd tho Krlzzly. Even this beenmo Impossible, ns tho hear gained on htm, and tho distance between them grndtinlly les sened till they were running only n fuvv feet npart. The engineer shouted ngaln and ngnln, but he hod very llttlo hopo of any nno'n hearing him bccniiHO of tho great nolso made by tho machlnory; nnd even If they did hoar, they could not get In to help him, for tho door wns locked, nnd ho could not spare time to fool with thnt lock Just then. It wns simply maddening to him to think thn thero were twenty men In the mill only n few reet away, nil ready and willing to help him If ho could only lot them know of his plight, and yet to hnvo that relentless bruto chas ing him around like n rat In n trap. A few minutes of this wild running exhausted the engineer, and ho would hnvo stopped and let tho grizzly do hla worst had it not been for tho drend fill blood-curdling nolso mado by the animal's claws as ho scuttled over tho sllppory floor. Tho benr lunged nnd plunged along llko 11 great awkward calf, growling prodigiously tho whllo, but ho mndo astonishing speed for such nn unwlotdly-lonklug benst, and was fast overhauling the man In splto of his utmost efforts. Once, ns tho exhausted engineer lenped over tho belt, ho thought that to drop 011 It and bo crushed by tho lly- wheol would bo nn easier death thnn to bo torn to pieces by tho bear, and ho almost decided to end tho dread ful chase thi noxt tlmo ho enmo uinumt. But when ho saw tho bolt running bo swiftly to ccrtnln denth his h(art failed him, and ho waltd till next time. Not so thn bear. Almost as tho mnn'o feet touched tho floor nf ter tho leap ho heard an awful roar, mid tho next Instant 11 badly mashed bear struck tho celling and dropped llko a shot. That timely event Is c.iBlty explain ed. As tho ninn and bear ran round, centrifugal force caused them to swing cut fnrthor and farther from their cen ter of motion, tho englno; nnd tho boar, being heavier than tho man, flow fnrthcr out till ho camo to a place on the slanting belt whero It was too high for him to Jump. Thon ho put his forcpaws on It, Intending to climb over, and that was the last of htm. Tho bolt, running at that high speed, Jerked him In llko a feather, and ran him thrcugh between It and the fly wheel. Whon the fly-wheel got dono with him, It threw him oft at tho top, as dead as a herring nnd not much thicker than one. Tho englneor, however, firmly bo llovcs that the spirit of his llttlo daughter Influenced tho englno to savo his life by killing tho bear; and who can ray It fs only a fancy? Tho noxt wcok ho sent to Chicago and had tho sliver plato made and put It on "Old Allco," nnd ho declares that sho Is qulto proud of it. LAUHA KEENR AND LINCOLN. The recent publication of tho l!fo of the actress Ijturn Kceno, who wu tho the stngo favorite a generation ngo, brliiRs to mind the Important part sho played In the gieatC3t tr.tgnly this na tion linn ever been called upon to see the nPBtiBBliiatton of Abraham Lincoln. Tho p'ay bill tf I'onl'n theater In Wnshlngtoti nniiounecs for th ovenlng of Friday, April It, IRC.,, tlio "Honcflt r.nd Lnst Night of Mlsa Lr.um Keotie, the. Dlstluguiohcd MnungcrcAg, Author can nnd Actress." On the same sluglo p'heet of faded paper may be read: , o o : "This Evonlng : : tho performnnco will ho : : honored by tho prcsenco of : : President Lincoln." : o Tho piny wna tho ono tho older Soth ern did so much to popularize, Tom Tnylor'n "celebrated eccentric comedy, ns orlglnnlly produced In America by Mlsa Keeuo and performed by hor up ward of 1,000 nights, entitled 'Our American Cousin.' " Tho prices of ad mission wcro $1 to tho orchestra, 75 centa to the drcsa clrclo nnd parquot nnd 25 cents to tho family clrclo. Tho boxes were t! and $10 each. Tho pres ident occupied ono on U10 northern side of tho theater, Just above and upon tho stage. Tho houso was crowd-ed. A BASHFUL BACHELOR.' Am Ettlmate. Father In csklng for the hand of my daughter, young man, I trust that you fully reallzo the exact value of the prize you seek? Prospective Son-la-Law Woll er I hadn't fgurcd It quite so close as that, but I guessed It at about $500,000. 8an Francisco Examiner. Paper llcflanc. Foremnn Why doesn't the editor finish this editorial on "Lot America Defy tho World T" It's only half tloae. Assistant Oh, he got scared a while ago and ran out at the back door, aad hasn't been back since. A mad sub scriber came In. ROUND THEY RAN. dazed by tho fast running machinery, Btood a great, dingy browny-black beast that looked to tho excited en gineer as big as a cow. The engineer know at once that his visitor was a bear, and a grizzly at that, and was! correspondingly scared. The minors had told htm many tales of tho cun ning and foroclty of theso animals, and ho knew that a few savago old fellows still lingered In tho mountains near by. This particular bear had Just waked up from his long winter's Bleep, and was hungry, or ho would not have been so bold. It Is probable that In prowling about in Bcarch of food ho bad como closo to tho mill, and had smelt the oil In tho engine-room, and, finding tho door open a-crack, had pushed It open wider, and stepped In. When ho saw the lights and the en glno, ho had tried to back out, but had run against the door, causing It to slam and the sprlnglock to catch. Falling In hla attempt to get out of this dangerous trap, tho bear turned around In great wrath, determined to tako summary vengeance on tho first thing ho could get at. Unfortunately the first object that caught his eyo was tho engineer cowering against tho wall, and he started for that individ ual wlthcut delay. As he lunged across the floor ho gave a tremondous growl, and lifted his lips llko a splto ful dog, showing some terribly long and sharp tcolh. The engineer lost no tlmo In gottlng away from thero, and ran around tho cylinder end of tho en gine llko a college sprinter, whllo tho hear demolished tho chair with ono stroke of his paw, and tore tho paper Into shreds. After conscientiously completing this destruction, tho griz zly looked around for more worlds to conquer, and seeing tho engineer, thought bo would do, and started for him again. As the bear rushed around the cylinder, the engineer ran toward Kenton Enough for Fulling to Win m Wife. "Fato mado mo whnt I am," growled a gouty gachelor. "I was Intended by naturo to lovo and bo lovod and to have tho Joys of old ago In a bright family clrclo Instead of being shut up In a decorated dungeon like this. Tho flcklo Jado has played mo a mighty moan trick." "Why didn't you marry like a sen sible fellow?" asked tho old friend who was making a duty call, says tho Do trolt Freo Press. "Fato, I toll you; prodosttnation, hard luck or somo of those other agen cies to which wo chargo our misfor tunes. Whon a young man I was smit ten n ncoro of times and hit so hard that It dazod mo. It mado an awkward sort of an idiot of me. I could neither think, talk nor properly control my motions. Tho only thing on earth I was afraid of was a protty woman, and Bho simply paralyzed me." "Pshaw; nothing but bashfulncss, and you could havo overcomo It." "You don't know what you aro talk ing about It wasn't anything of tho kind. When In love I was controlled absolutely by ecroo ulterior force. If I attomptod to cross a room to address a young lady my feet would walk mo out of tho door. Whon I bowed I would fall to straighten up till somo one broko tho .poll by a word or laugh. I'd start to say something and the ro wan afraid of was a pretty woman and she simply paralyzod me." "Why didn't you make one grand effort and throw off the strange con trol?" "That's what I did when I was visit ing in Tennes3oo and fell In lovo with tho grandeest woman that ovor llvod, One day la the garden I set my teeth and determined to propose. Then I passod out of myself, 1 walked through a flower bod, fell over a baby carriage Into a barbed-wlro fencn, sworo llko a pirate and came up with a face like a cranborry patoh. The sweet creature run. So did I. That was my last lovo affair, and now thero la nothing left but to sit In Eolltudo and nurao tho gout." " Eustls, Mo,, News Is filled with re ports that bears are thlckor than sheep. Laura Kceno wna standing behind tho rconen on tho bUIo of the thoator fr.rthcflt from tho presidential box, nenr whnt Ih called the "tormentor," awaiting hor cue. Of right Bho should not hnvo been eo near tho prompter's desk, but ho had gono to call somo of tho nctoro, so alio placed horsolf at hand, hoping to bo of service Hor part waa that of Floronco Trcnclinrd. Tho tlmo had como for tho entrance of Mr. O. 0. Spcnr na Blnney. Ho had a drunken ncono to go through, and MIbs Keeno was expecting to glvo him a pufIi as ho went by hor, to aid in tho effect na ho enmo within vlow of tlio audience. Instead sho felt herself put-bed In tho other direction from tho ittngo, toward which alio was not Just nt that moment looking. As aho felt herself struck on tho hand by tho hand of nnoUicr sho glanced up and recognized John Wilkes Booth nnd saw, too, tho dagger ho was clutching. At that very moment tho appalling cry rang out through the house: "Tho president Is ohot!" It wna echoed spontaneously from among tho nudlcnre, and, as Miss Keeno cimo forward sho could soe many men on their feet, somo of them evidently making for tho stage, from which they hnd aeon tho assassin dis appear. Women were crying aloud, mon cursing nnd children weoplng, all In nn indotcrminato panic, much as It tho alarm of flro had been raised. Miss Keeno came down to tho footlights forthwith and said: "For God's sake, havo prcsenco of mind and keep your places, and all will bo woll." Moanwhllo Booth hnd made his os capo through tho etago door, fleolng on the horse which had beon provided for him. Ho had beon followed by a Mr. Stowart, ono of tho audlonco, down on tho Btago aftor his leap from tho pres ident's box, but had avoided him by dodging about tho scenery, and 'had gotten away from tlio stngo carpenter, who had attomptod to detain him, by striking at him with tho dagger. No ono except Mr. Stewart tried to pur suo tlio fugitive, though ovcrybody seemed willing to aid, Amid tho con fusion Miss Kcono heard a cry for wa ter from tho presidential box. Pro curing a glass she mado her way from tho stago to tho box by way of the dress clrclo. Mrs. Lincoln was crying pltcously. Miss Kceno nt once did everything In her power to aid, though she felt from tho beginning that help was useless. Seating horsolf on tho floor, to whloh tho body of the president had fallen, the act! ess raised his head and placed It in her lap. It was at first supposed that tho shot had penetrated his lungs. When the ohest and shoulders had been bared without discovering any sign of injury the poor head was rais ed. Thon the pool of blood which had gathered In tlio hollow of Miss Kcene's gown told the story. Sho remained in that position until tho removal of Mr. Lincoln from the theater, then stag gered down to her dressing room, not only hor garments but hor hands and face dabbled with blood. From tho effect of tho shock and horror of thla Miss Koono hevor fully recovered, nnd, though sho lived more than eight 'years thereafter, sho was never strong, her norvous systom be ing especially liable to attack. Cruahad. "This la the most cruel yet," walled tho rising young , poet. "What Is?" asked ,tho common senso porson who had dropped In to smoke a fow of the poet's cigarettes. " 'The Gabbock' says I do not exhibit a single stigma of de generation." Indianapolis Journal. Th Difference. Mr. Tiff (reading) Princess Maud' 'gives her husband an hour's lesson evry morning In the English lan guage, Mr. Tiff I am a little different from the prince. Mrs, TJlf How of Mr. Tift I receive my hour's language from my wife at night. Death of a lUlf-Shot Soldier. James Hughes, a private soldier at the United States barracks at Colum bus, Ohio, while walking along Alun , creek In an Intoxicated condition, f) from a high bluff Into the water, M4; waa drowned, 'n , t'VTi. T I. i4l r J n VH f'i m WW v-m 'A. l t- 'd ... jtx -' v . I li'i (ft.J w i&k :s$