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VOLUME XXXIX. MILWAUKEE, SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 28, 1885. ii oo os- NO. 24. for The A PRAWN GAME.

BY VELMA CALDWEUL MELVILLE. "Two weeks till Thanksgiving! Well, it will seem strange to see 'the dear ones all at home' once more. But, after all, I do not seem to feel that ecstatic delight I thought I should when I came. Why, during the first months here, I imagined this home-going scores of times; pictured just how they would all look, and what they would say, and, in fact, fairly feasted on all the and welcome. But now I believe I would as soon spend Thanksgiving here, though cf course it will.be charming to eat turkey, with mother, Cath and the rest." And then the soliloquy turned to a feeble whistle of Home, Sweet Home," soon supplemented by Meet Me in the Gloaming" in a livelier tone.

Half an hour later the whistler locked his office door behind him, muttering- as he did so: "Can't resist the temptation. While he is striding swiftly toward a little white cottage in the suburbs of the town, we will give our readers his history in brief. Grant Mortimer was the only son ot a proud old English family. His grandfather could easily trace their pedigree back to royalty; did not save the fast failing fortune, and, accompanied by his aristocratic wife and three sons, he came to America. There was still money enough to buy a respectable house in Boston and set the sons up in business in a small way.

The eldest sickened and died in leas than a year, the second grew dissatisfied and pushed his fortunes Westward then South, and finally died during a yellow fever scource. Edmund, tne youngest, remained with his parents, and worked on, barely making a living. It seemed strange to see other men. apparently possessing less busi- talent than he, outstrip him in a successful lawyer, and a good man, of course." All that I may ever be I shall owe to you, mother and Cath. I trust that the time will come when I can come for you all and I shall be the bread-winner.

You will wait for me, Paulie?" His hands were claspmghers and nis clear grey eyes gazing down into her blue ones. As she hid her face he repeated the query, this time more earnestly. A fluttering little "Yes" followed by a very cousinly kiss ended the tableau, for Catherine entered the room at that instant, calling Pauline. Fortune smiled upon the young man from the first, and the end of another Really, I was too young then; but 'tis rf "11 i4- oonma only a year after all, though it an aae. I wonder if mother and Cath know.

Maybe, after all, I have been a little precipitate. My first duty is to ness jjcoo the race for wealth; but so it was, and. died, leaving a wife and slender in(Grant's from an at 50 he too two children with but a come. Mrs. Mortimer mother) was descended equally aristocratic family, and had i foiei CUUdllV dd.i»uw>.i-ww—- wedded her husband more for his good blood than for any hope of wealth.

In fact, their pedigree was the pride and delight of the entire Mortimer- Clarkson line. However, there was no vulgar parade about it; their very appearance bespoke true gentility. Edmund Mortimer's widow possessed more real business tact than her husband, and, with the aid of a friend, succeeded in making her small means cover bur household expenses and educate her children. Grant, the elder, was a wide-awake, handsome fellow, with the Clarkson shrewdness and the Mortimer amiability, but his veneration for the family coat-of arms and genealogy was very slight. He was proud of his tall, lady mother, with her coronet of silvery braids and sweet, calm face; of his graceful, dignified sister, with hair and eyes 1HJ111 UJ.lt year found him the popular partner of an old lawyer in the much desired' rising young town" west of the Mississippi? He had written regularly to the three women, sometimes in a general letter, sometimes to each privately.

Now it was almost Thanksgiving, that time which he himself had named for his first visit home. "You are late to-night, Mr. Mortimer The tones were soft and musical and Grant Mortimer's half-formed resolves were scattered like spray. "I am flattered that Miss Byron thinks enough about me to know whether I am late or not; but you see I had some letters to write for the early mail." The young lady addressed was certainly lovely enough to turn an older head than that of our young disciple of Blackstone: petite but graceful form The rest of her out ward charms consisted in faultless features, pure pink and white complexion, deep, dark eyes from beneath whose long fringes shot laughing, dangerous glances (dan- serous in Mortimer's case) and long dark curls. In fact Ruby Byron was acknowledged even by her most envious rival to be beautiful.

The evening was spent, as had been many before it, in music, reading, conversation or delicibus silence. Though Miss Byron was considered "good company," yet she possessed the happy faculty of seeming to say a great deal when in reality she was scarcely talking at all. "Read to me please she had said like his mother's had been in her girlhood; but not proud with their pride. Some two years before our story opens, Mrs. Mortimer had received notice of the death of her only brother, in England, also a request that she receive his daughter as an inmate of her home.

Of course, she promptly invited the girl to America. Clarkson was a typical English girl of 18, and most decidedly did her robust form, round face, rosy cheeks and fluffy yellow hair contrast with Latn- arine Mortimer's dignified carriage and brunette complexion. Grant was 22, and Catharine 20 at the time Pauline became a member of the family. The latter was by no means a "penniless orphan," though not an heiress of much pretension. Grant Mortimer was admitted to tne bar a year later, and then came the query as to what he should do.

"'Tis no use mother, he said, might as well give up at first as to trvtomakea success of law or anything else here in Boston. Every avenue is crowded now. No, I must go West to some rising young town and 'grow up with the Father might have been a rich man had he turned his back on the Atlantic coast when she grew weary, of playing for him; and he read Whittier's "Among the Hills" until he came to the stanza: "You tempt me with your laughing eyes, Your cheek of sundown's blushes, A motion as of waving grain, A music as ot thrushes. Then he paused and looked into the darn eyes, while a tumult of words surged to his lips, but he only said: "The old poet must have seen you before he wrote those words." "Thank you," she answered; "you have a natural gift for making pretty compliments." An hour later she went with him to the hall door. He caught a crimson scarf from therack, andflinging it over her curls drew her hand through his arm, and together they strolled down the walk to the gateway.

They were very silent then, each busy with their own thoughts or awed by the witching beauty of the night. Bye-and-bye she said, as if to herself, "Almost Thanksgiving He started suddenly and then answr-red: "Yes, and by the way. llsuie MJ provide for those who have done and sacrificed so much for me. Dear mother, I must makeher old age pleasant: but I am sure she will love Ruby. I think she and Cath wanted me to fancy Pauline; for after Cath is mar- she will be more than ever like a daughter to her.

Well, well; I'll not worry. 'Tis a long lane that haano turning! I suppose I'll get out of the dilemma some way." However, Grant Mortimer was far from easy. He was not heartless nor even bad. He was in a fair way, however, to become a man who yielded to every passing fancy, who imagined himself in love with every pretty face, or every girl who smiled on him. lie had been in and out of love since he was 10 years old, but these two cases were the most desperate.

He had firmly believed that he loved Pauline when he left Boston; but now he was sure he loved Ruby Byron, and so he did. Secretly, he was a little proud that he was lucky dog" as he expressed it. This vein of and inconstancy was a new departure in the Mortimer-Clarksonlme and was attributable, his mother would have said, "to vulgar associations and the degenerate spirit of the times." Be that as it may, the young man was winding himself about with unenviable fetters. It was a delightful home-coming, after all. Grant Mortimer quite forgot all uneasiness and.

anxiety in the delight of the hour. 2is mother had never looked so queenly yet tender as when she sat in her favorite chair with her boy, her idol, on a stool at her feet, laughing and chatting of his life and prospects. Catharine, spite of a year's added grace and dignity, was more affectionate and sisterly than ever. Pauline had lost some of her English roses and artless impulsiveness, but was the more charming in his eyes for that. Really, with one exception, he decided she was the prettiest girl he knew.

E'er the first hour was past he had discovered that there was still another change mher. The old cousinly freedom (on which her own. "Who is that?" cried half a dozen as they crowded about her. "That that is a Miss Byron, Of course she wears a blanket and moccasins for every day, that is her Sunday suit you know." This last was intended for the young man who had spoken first, and who was now gazing with undisguised admiration at the picture. There was a general laugh at this.

Thanksgiving evening the family spent alone save for the presence of Philip Carter. Mrs. Mortimer retired early, and Grant suggested to Pauline that he and Cath would enjoy their room more than their company, and invited her to his mother's sitting room to play and sing for him. neither seemed to really carefor music that night, and gradually they relapsed into silence. Several times he essayed to speak, determined to put an end to his uneasiness then and there; but the words would not come, and the silence was finally broken by Pauline asking some trivial question about the town in which he resided.

the opportunity was lost. "Seems to me you and Pauline are not such Mends as you used to be, said Cathie, one day, to her brother. He colored uneasily, and replied that she seemed much changed. "Yes, and more so since you came home, I think," responded his sister. Such bits of conversation added fuel alone.

He was nervous and excitable, she cool and a trifle haughty. At the conclusion of the interview he walked toward hib office with a proud, stern face, an aching heart, and a pretty ruby ring in his vest'pocket. And then there was another offering, and a pile of daintily-perfumed letters, bound with blue ribbon, wasreduced to ashes. We sometimes wonder what woebegone lovers would do. if 'twere not for this wonderful element fire.

What a world of satisfaction has been derived from seeing letters and tokens blacken and crumblemtoashesjiherein. Thanksgiving Day again, and a quiet one it was in the old Mortimer house in Boston. By his own request, and to "Aunt Di's" disgust, Grant and his mother dined alone. Cathie and her husband were spending the year in England. Pauline Clarkson had gone to Scotland to her mother's people soon after that other Thanksgiving Day, and now Cathie wrote of her en- wealth and to the flame makin iise 4- I am going home next week; shall eat a regular Boston Thanksgiving dinner i i J3 he had depended) was gone, and sne seemed like a person to be warmed or chilled by a glance.

Hemissed the old sadcy independence, yet admired the quiet womanliness that had taken its place. While chatting alone with his sister, late that evening, she remarked: "Young Sefton is badly hurt, Phil says, over PauhVs dismissal. You see she never really thought he cared for her till he proposed. She is queer that way; she don't seem to want attention nor expect it. Well, when she told me she had positively refused him, I laughed at her a little and asked her if she was not waiting or someone across the ocean.

She smiled so oddly as she answered: 'Yes, Cathie, I am waiting for but I could not get her to say another word. Romantic, am it? Who do you suppose it is But maybe I ought not to have repeated this, only I know you are interested in her affairs." Grant managed to make some re- himself. At last he cut the gordian knot by handing her a letter in which he begged her to forget his foolish, thoughtless words and be as of old, his much-esteemed cousin. Lawyer, though he was, he had worked i or hours to get the document up, and there was woefully dissatisfied. There candidly was no case.

It did not take the proud girl half as long to answer it. are free. Cousin Grant, and I am as ever, your cousin, PAULINE C. Grant Mortimer was selfish, and his delight was unbounded save for one little thread of wounded pride that would vibrate occasionally. It hurt to be given up so If she was wounded, she gave no sign, in fact teemed- a trifle gayer.

The night after penning the above she tore several leaves from her diary, and watched them bum to ashes. "There!" she said aloud, "so perishes my first, my only love, and-may God forgive him; but I have known it since first I saw that lovely, face among those pictures. I hope they will be At his mother's solicitation the young lawyer remained in Boston longer than he had at first intended. A full month elapsed before he returned to his business. He hastened immediately to the home of the Byrons.

Mrs. Byron met him warmly, but such warmth could not dispel! gagement to a man of wealth and position. On this self-same day Grant knew there was to be a wedding in the pretty parlor of the Byrpns' home; and he knew too that the bridegroom was none other than the tawny-haired Southerner with his great wealth. In spite of himself he could not banish the image of the beautiful bride and his heart was very heavy. Sitting in his favorite position at his mothers feet that evening he poured into her sympathetic ear the history of the past months.

She could riot chide him, though she sadly wondered where he got such an inconstant disposition. "The like never happened among us before," she said; "no Mortimer or Clarkson ever broke an engagement. "Well mother it has been a drawn game; but do you think Paulie cared? "I know something hurt her cruelly at that time; but she proud, you know." "Yes, I know." Then there was silence for a long time broken at last by the young man saying firmly: Experience is a dear school, they say, and I have learned my lesson well, cost though it has most dearly. I have had enough of such matters to do me, at least, until I am a man. I have lived too fast.

And now are all that is left to each other. When I get that draft off to Paulie I can say in truth that 'I owe no man anything. You will go back with me and we will make a home together. Say that you SEWS. THE steamer O.

B. Reed burned at Oshkosh. Loss, $3,000. FINE specimens of copper ore have been found on a farm near Argyle. THE 6-year-old son of Mr.

and Mrs. James Janeeville. got a kernel of corn in his wind-pipe, and it is thought the child JOHN'CANTWEIA, one of the early settlers of Hartford, died at the Northern Insane Hospital, where he had been under treatment for some time. PADDY McHuon, of Fond dnLac, -won a match with soft-gloves from Wm. 500 people, at Iron Mountain, Mich.

Stone was knocked out in the second L. B. BBADJABD, who died in Waupaca recently at the advanced age of 80 years, was surgeon of the Seventh Wisconsin volunteers and served during the war in that capacity. WILLIAM MANSFIELD, 19 years old, while walking into Whitewater carelessly handled a revolver, and the weapan was discharged, the ball penetrating the stomach and bowels. He will die.

TO THE Oxfordville Tobacco Warehouse Company has filed articles of incorporation with the secretary of state, with a capital of $30,000. The warehouse will be at Ux- fordville, Rock County. THE Berlin Courant states that Paul Steindl, the man who killed He- Arthur, will be tried during the December term of the circuit court. The men who assaulted Ulrich, at Winneconne, are also to be tried at that term. FIBE broke out in the office of the Port- Monday evening, after the the to New Orleans brother residing.

years ago. There was truth in his words, but it required no small struggle for Mrs. Mortimer to say "go." Nor was this all. Where were the necessary funds to come from to search out this rising young town" and pay bills until a footing was gained. Grant insisted thet he teach for a year or two before attempting to enter his profession.

"You shall do no such thing!" exclaimed Pauline, in her hearty, energetic way. "I-will loan you any with mother and the girls "I am selfish enough to be sorry that vou are going," she replied slowly. Why?" because I am," and she endedthelame little sentence with a discomfited laugh. "Sound reason," he answered lightly, and then added, "but really, I am almost sorry myself 'because-because because I well, you see, I'd rather be with you." "Then stay and mamma will invite a few choice friends and we will have a dinner, even if it ain't a regular Boston one." "Don'ttempt, meRuby, I am a regular coward when it comes to facing temptations I mean." "If there is any hope of winning my point you will find me wonderfuhy persevering; but what particular temptations do you fall an easy prey to He paused a moment then repeated in a low meaning tone: "You tempt me with your laughing eyes, Your cheaks of sundown's blushes. In a moment her round cheeks rivaled even Whittier's fancy; but she laughed lightly as she said, "The moonlight is affecting you." "Oh, Ruby', he exclaimed, vehemently; but as the moon was at that moment obscured by a cloud, and the young man's voice sank to an eager, passionate can only ply, but he imagined his sister's quiet scrutiny was premeditated.

What he had heard annoyed him exceedingly, and he was conscious of a restraint in his manner toward his cousin when next they met. Language would fail us were we to on m- amount necessary, and you can refund sometime in the future when convenient." The young man demurred greatly, but finally yielded when his mother and sister united their entreaties to. hers. Grant had already grown very fond of his lively, impetuous cousin, and this generosity touched him deeply. It was on the eve of his departure that they stood for a few minutes alone at a vine-wreathed window.

"Paulie, can I ever express to you my sense of gratitude for your kind- There, don't try, Grant; I do want thanks. All 1 want is to see you fer what passed by a soliloquy that occurred in his private apartment an hour later. Grant had always liad a fashion of talking aloud when troubled excited or overjoyed. He now paced his room nervously, going on in something like the following strain: Jupiter! I am in sometmngof atightplace; left to pa a lucky dog? But aint 6 -tTain't every fellow can mean, of course. Confound it, Pauline is too sweetland good to be jilted this way.

I jSn really fond of her, as a cousin; but after seeing my peerless darling I try to do justice to the dinner Thanksgiving Day. Suffice it to say, that when the combined culinary skill- of Mrs. Mortimer, Aunt Di (the black cook) and Pauline Clarkson was brought to bear upon a dinner, let it be Thanksgiving or otherwise, there was nothing wanting, completeness and perfection reigned, though Grant shrewdly surmised therehadbeen some silent economy on the part of his mother and sister during the year past to insure such abundance now. A few intimate friends, Catharine betrothed, Philip Carter, and the family, made up the party. After dinner, theyoungpeoplesougnt the library to indulge in music, games and conversation.

"Say, Mortimer, tell us about the girls out West," cried one merry fellow. "Do they look anythinghke Boston ladies, or do they wear blankets and moccasins yet?" "Yes, yes, Mort, tell us about them. Got any pictures, or haven't they learned that art yet, out chimed in another. "A man who had lived in the West, assured me on his word of Oionor, that every single girl there has redbair," added a third- Grant smiled, but made no abswef, and the merriment, increased, until his sister declared it was too bad, and begged if he had any photos, to show them. "There is a package in tne stana drawer, if.

you want to run up them," he replied, indifferently. Various were the exclamations and ejaculations as one after anotherol the faces, pretty, intellectual or plain, be, were passed fro; chill her words gave him, when she informed him that Accompanied her father where he had a "They will not be gone more than six think," Mrs. Byron went on to say. "Her father's health is poor, and we thought the change wou.d do him good; and he has always to take Ruby down there." "When did you say they started Mortimer asked, still unable to understand why he had not been mfoimed. "Day before yesterday.

You see they only decided to go two days before, and then there was so much to do. Ruby said tell you she would write soon." Six weeks seemed an eternity to impatient lover, and despite the bright little letters (for they were short), the days dragged heavily. At the appointed time, Mr. Byron returned; bub at the last moment they had persuaded Ruby to remain awhile longer. 1 co uld never love her as loncethooght.

hand to hand, for people, especially young people are only human evert in Suddenly Catharine, who was ing them out, gave a little cry as fee bewitching face of Ruby Byron seemfeil and her cousin would bring her home. Grant was positively angry. His pride was suffering again. He wrote her a decidedly disapproving letter, with a P. S.

to the effect that it was his wish that she returned soon. If she were angry, she did not let him have the satisfaction of knowing it; but her letters were shorter and at longer intervals thereafter. It was drawing towards Spring when she came, accompanied by a tawny- haired individual, whom she introduced to Mortimer as "My cousin, Mr. Lester." i With all the young lawyers "Boston culture" he found it difficult to be civil to the sickly-looking Southerner. "Ihate the sight of the tan-colored sneak!" he cried, hotly, when addressing himself one day.

It was aggravating to see Miss Byron dash past his office cosily seated in the most stylish turn-out the young city afforded, and always smiling up into the face of the tawny-haired man. "Evidently the fellow is about made of he a bystander remark, one day. "Yes" responded another, "Byron told me his relatives down there were verv rich. I guess they have half-supported his family here. Preachers don't get rich fast, out jtfortimer now beean to be actually farmed.

Hehad noticed that Ruby dressed far more expensively than before her visit, and that even herfatner made a better appearance the pul- mt I must see about this," he ola'ted, and that evening called at the Byroris' and asked to see Miss Ruby She bent and kissed him and he knew there was no deceit in one woman kiss at lea'st. Trying to Make Amends. MADISON, Nov. ago, Charles Noble, treasurer of the neighboring village of Sun Praine, suddenly disappeared, and with him about cent there was in the village treasury. After wafting the customary time, Noble not materializing, his three bondsmen went downinto their pockets and paid the claim.

From time to time, there came to the ears of the good people of Sun Praine rumors of Noble being in the far West; but. there was nothing very definite about them, and the defalcation was not large enough to make it worth while to employ detectives in the case. A week ago, Col. W. H.

Angell, the chief bondsman, was surprised to letter from Nebraska, from a man who claimed to be Noble's brother, making inquiries as to the amount of the defalcation with accruing interest. A statement was promptly sent to the address named in the letter, and the money was received last evening at Sun Frame. There is now no doubt tnat the writer of the letter was Noble himself, and that he had taken this means of reimbursing his bondsmen. But a still greater wrong was wrought by him, than in robbmg these three men, and one that he can never make reparation for. He left a charming wife in Sun Prairie, who, broken-hearted age Advertiser, Monday evening, alter tne force had gone home, originating from a lamp left burning on thetable.

Theaccount books and other papers were burned, but the office was only sb'ghtly damaged. Miss LYDIA HODGES, daughter of Mason Hodges, of Rockbridge, Richland County, is the heaviest young lady in the state. Though not yet 16 years of age, she 240 pounds. She bids fair, should she live to middle age, to weigh from 400 to 50O of the oldest residents of Racine County, Leander Freyer, died at his home near Western Union, Sunday, aged 78 years. Mr.

Freyer settled in Racine County forty-eight years ago and has since been a resident continuously. He leaves a wile and six children, H. THOMPSON, of Peshtigo, has a measuring rule that antedates the discovery of America by Columbus by about 15U years. The grandfather of Mr. Thompson brought the relic over with him from Scotland, where he emigrated from in the year 1812.

The rule bears a date stamped upon it in quaint old-fashioned figures, "1344." THE Dahlman block, at Oconomowoc, owned by John Dahlman, of Milwaukee, and two other small'business buildings, burned Sunday. The occupants on the ground floor saved most of their property. Nothing was saved on the second floor, the losers being Mrs. E. L.

Jones, household goods, and H. 0. Jones, tailor. THE 6-year-old daughter of Frank Moffatt, of Delavan, walked behind the counter of a meat market, Tuesday, and as the butcher drew back a long knife from cutting some meat, he did not notice the girl and struck her square across the forehead. A fearful gash was made, but by the timely aid of a surgeon, the little one's life was saved.

SUNDAY morning last, Louis Qnnderson, while attending a dance at Sheboygan, was stabbed in the neck by some'unknown person. The wound is a very dangerous one. The knife-blade, after passing through the collar of his coat, entered very near ill k3UlJ J- O.JMJ*J.,*~» over desertion by her mate, and bowed down with shame at his misdeed, early sickened and died, and had to be buried at town expense. Stolen Collar with a Dog Attached. MADISON, Nov.

Saturday, Ed. McCoy, a blacksmith of this city, a well-known local sport, stole a fancy bulldog rrom W. H. Dennison, another sporting enthusiast, and that night pitted the animal against another of the same breed. Dennison's dog won after a remarkably cruel fight.

McCoy thereupon took the dog into Milwaukee, evidently with the intention of cleaning out Cream City canines. Yesterday, Dennison bad McCoy arrested in Milwaukee and brought back here, where he was sentenced to fourmonths in the county jail. The court of this state has decided that dogs are not property, so the charge against-McCoy was for stealing the dog's collar. Bun Down by a Railway Train. PALMYKA, Nov, 24.

John Regan, aged 40 years, town clerk of Eagle, was killed by a railway tram, on the St. Paul Road, near North Prairie, last night. His mangled body was found earJy this ceased leaves a wife and three children. Killed in a Saw-Mill. CUNTOHVILIJB, Nov.

7 o'clock this morning, J. C. Roy, foreman in Roper's saw-mill, on the shafting and killed instantly. the train was movin ving ard footing and feD forw al noticed by one slowly, against a stump. the jueular vein.

He is not expected to live. Max Miller has been arrested on suspicion. He had a blood-stained knifeon his.person.. JOHN ROACH, a workman in the employ ol the Alex. Stewart Lumber Company, was taken to Wausau from Eagle River, with a badly broken leg.

The young man was in the woods about nine miles from camp on- a load of hay. The load tipped over, throwing him against a tree. He lay several hours in the woods before assistance came, and had to be carried nine miles on a litter to reach canip. MABY HAHTEL, of Westford, filed acorn- plainst against a neighbor for attempting to kill her. The defendant claims in aU sincerity that the woman ia a witch, and attributes the hog cholera prevailing in that vicinity to her animosity.

Two years ago this woman was in similar trouble in an adjoining county, and the people thought their bad crop and the diseases among cattle were caused by her incantations, and they became so wrought up as to attempt her life. The prisoner was bound over, and the trial promises to be very interesting. Da. MABGABET CALDWELL, who was last vear elected a member of the State Medical Society of Wisconsin, has been requested by the president to read a paper before the association, in session next June, and, has already chosen her subject. This a marked compliment to this most excellent and deserving woman, she being the only woman physician in the-state who has been so honored.

Dr. Caldwell intends to sail for Europe, in January, with take a few months' rest in the Old World, also to attend medical lectures in the French capi- a A FINAL decision has been rendered by Judge Burnell, at Oshkosh in the, will V-HHP he having held that the IndTloAKelts to the Presbyterian Church at Omro and the Burial Association, composed of residentsof Algomaand Omro, shall stand. decided that the clause referring to the establishment of a school for instruction in the domestic and useful arts is void, and accordingly the residue of the property, which ranges between $50,000 and $100,000, instead of being used for such a purpose, shall be divided among the heirs. THE Marinette Eaglesays Gus.Hatotrom, a Swede, who lived near Wallace, is lost toe woods in the vicinity of Stephenson. On the 9th, while returning to his home by train, from Stephenson, hejumped 08 wMe ot the train men, to went backtrfindifhewasinjured.

As theman Since Halstrom is a marriedman about 30 years aee with a wife and two children, who are nearly frantic over his disappearance..