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THE INDIANAPOLIS JOURNAL, SUNDAY, JUNE 23, 1889-TWELVE PAGES. 10 THE HOUSE OF A TRAITOR. As you leave Porte Vecchio, and ro on northwest toward the interior of Corsica, the land rises rapidly, and after three lion' traveling through winding paths, obstrnct-ed by huge rocks, and ofteu cut by deep ravines, you rind yourself on the edgo of an extensive maquis. The maquis the country of the Corsican shepherds, and of those who are at enmity with justice. You mi9t know that the Corsican laborer, in order to spare himself the trouble of manuring his riehls, sets lire to a certain extent of wooded land.

So much the worse if the ilanics spread fnrther than ia necessary, but then he is sure To have a line harvest when he eows his seed in this oil, fertilized by the ashes of the trees it once bore. The grain reaped and carried away (for they leav the straw, which it would be troublesome to gather), the old roots; which have remained in the earth im-consumed by the flames, shoot forth in the following spring very thick branches. which in a few years attain the height of eeven or eight feet. It is this kind of heavy underbrush that goes by the name of maquis. It is composed of different kinds of trees and shrubs, mixed and confounded ag the good God pleases.

A man can only open a passage through it ax in hand, and maquis have been known bo thick and bushy that the mountain sheep themselves cannot tret through. If you have killed a man, fly to the maquis of Porte Vecchio, and you will lie there in safety, provided with a good guu, powder and ball. Do not forget a brown cowled cloak, which will serve as both mattress and covering. The shepherds will give yon milk, and cheese, aim chestnuts, and you will have nothing to fear from justice or the relations of the defunct, except when yon will be obliged to go to the town to renew your ammunition. Mateo Falcone, when I was in Corsica, lived about half a league from this maquis.

Hewasquite rich for that country, living "nobly" in Corsican phrase (that is to say, without working himself from the produce of his Hocks, which the shepherds, a kind of nomadic race, pastured hero and there in the mountains. When I saw him, about two years after the events I. am about to relate, he appeared about fifty years old at the most. Imagine a small but robust man, with crisp, curly hair, black as jet, an aquiline nose, thin lips, large, bright eyes and a skin of deep tan color. His skill in shooting passed for something extraordinary, even in his counrry, where there are so many good shots.

For instance, Mateo would never shoot at a moution with a gun loaded with buckshot, but at 120 paces he would kill it, by a ball in the head or shoulders, as he chose. He used his gun as well at night as in the daytime and they related the following evidence of his skill, -which might appear incredible to one who traveled in Corsica: At eighty rtoccs distant a lighted candle was placed behind a transparent paper as large as a plate. He took aim, then the candle was extinguished, and, at the end of a moment's time, in the most utter darkness, he shot and pierced the paper three times out of four! Endowed with such transcendent merit, Falcone had attained a great reputation. He was said to be as good a friend as he was a dangerous enemy, and, besides being neighborly and charitable, he lived in peace with all the world, in tho district of Porte Vecchio. lUit it was also told of him, when at Corte, where he had married his wife, he had rid himself in a vigorous manner of a rival, who was as dreaded iu war as in love at least, a certain shot which mnch surprised this rival, as he was shaving before a little mirror hung to his window, was attributed to Mateo.

The affair having died out Mateo married. His wife had brought him at first three daughters (to his great ratte), and finally a son, whom he named Fortunato, He was the hope of the family, the heir to his name. The girls were all well married; their father could reckon, when needed, upon the daggers and carbines of his sons-in-law. The boy was only ten years old, but of a promising character. One line day in autumn Mateo went early with his wife to visit one of his flocks in a clearing in tho maquis.

The little Fortu- ing was toofar off, and, besides, someone must remain to guard the house so the refused. He bad been gone some hours, and little Fortunato was lying quietly in the sun, gazing at the blue mountains and thinking how he was going to dine next Snudav in tho town with his uncle, when his meditations were suddenly interrupted by a gunshot He Jumped up and turned toward the side oi tho plain whence proceeded the noise. Several shots followed at irregular intervals, approaching nearer and nearer, till euddenlv, in the path which led from the plain to Mateo's house, appeared a man wearing a long beard and a pointed cap, such as the montaineers wore. He was covered with rags, and dragged himself painfully along, leaning on his gun. He had just been shot in the thigh.

This man was an outlaw, who, having gone during the night to buy powder in the town, had on his way fallen into an ambuscade of Corsican police. After a vigorous defense he had succeeded in making good his retreat, hotly pursued and firing from rock to rock. But he was not far in advance of the soldiers, and his wonnd made it impossible for him to reach the maquis before being caught. He approached iortunato, and said to him: "You are the son of Mateo Falcone!" "Yes," said the bov. "I am Giannetto Sanpiero.

The soldiers are after me. Hide me. for I can go no further." "And what will my fe ther say if I hide yon without his permission!" "He will say you have done well." "Whoknowsr 'Hide me quicklythey are coming!" "Wait until my father comes back." "Wait! Curses on you! They will be here in five minutes. Coni8! hide me, or I will kill you!" Fortunato replied with the greatest coolness: "Your gun is not loaded, and there are no more cartridges in your belt." "I have my stiletto "Hut can you run as fast as I cant" and the boy darted off, and placed himself out of the bandit's reach. "Yon are not Mateo Falcone's son! Will you let me be arrested before the door of your house!" The child appeared moved with compas-eion.

"What will you give me if I hide you!" he said, drawing nearer. The outlaw fumbled in a leathern pocket, which hung from his belt, and drew from it a live-franc pieco, which he had, doubtless, saved for the purchase of powder. Fortunato smiled at the sight of the money, and. seizing it, said to Giannetto: "Fear nothing. I will hide you well." Then he made a great hole in a heap of straw, or hay, near the house.

Giannetto crawled in, and the child covered him up so as to leave hira a little air to breathe.with-out it being possible to suspect, at a casual glance, thai this heap of hay could hide a man. Moreover, with a cunning ingenuity worth' of a savage, he caught a cat and her kittens, and placed them on the top of the straw, as it had not been moved for nome time. Finally, noticing traces of blood on tho path, he carefully covered them with dust, and then calmly lay down airain in the sun. A few minutes after, six men in brown uniforms with yellow collars, and com manded by an adjutant, were before Mateo's door. The adjutant was a distant relative of Falcone, lie was called Teodoro Ganiba.

an active man, much feared by the outlaws, of whom he had already captured several. "How do yon do, little cousin!" said he, smiliug, to Fortunato. "How you have grown. Have you been a man pass here, lately!" "On, I am not as big as you. my cousin," said the child, with an air of simplicity "That will come by and by.

Hut have you not sen a man pass here! Tell me." "Have I seen a man pass!" "Yes; a man with a pointed cap of black velvet, ana a vest emuroiuereu wun rea and vellow." "A man with a black velvet pointed cap. an! a vest embroidered in red and yellow'' "Yes, yes: answer quickly, and don't re peat my questions. "Una morning 31. le uure rode by our door on his hor, Piero. He asked me how rana was.

and I told him "Ha! little villain: you are playinir the rogue, leu me. quicKiv, wnicn way inan-nctto went, for it is he 1 am after, and 1 am certain he took this "Whoknor "Who knows?" roared the adjutant. "I know that you have oviii him." "Can one aec ail the pissers-by when one is asleep!" "You were not asleep, good-for-nothing little wretch: the gun-shots must have waken ed you." "You think, then, my cousin, that your guns make a great noise! My father's carbine makes a much louder noise." "May the devil confound you! I am very sure yon have peen Giannetto. Perhaps you have even hidden him. Comrades, go into the house and see if our man is not there.

He was dragging alone on one foot, and he knows too much, the rogue, to try and reach the maquis while limping in that manner. Besides, the marks of blood stop here." "And what will papa say," asked Fortunato. "when he knows people have entered his house when he was absent!" "Kascal!" said the adjutant, seizing him bv the ear: "do you know that I can make. you sing another tune! After I have given you twenty blows with the flat of a sword 3'ou will speak." My father is Mateo Falcone" saiaror- tunato. with emphasis.

"Do you know, you little scoundrel, mar, I can take you away to Corte or Hastia; that I can nut von in a dunireon on straw. with chains on your ankles, and I will have you guillotined'if you do not toll me where Giannetto Sanpiero ist" the boy burst out laughing at this an- surd threat and repeated. "My father is Mateo Falcone." "Adjutant." said one of the soldiers, in a low tone, "beware of Quarreling with Mateo." (Jamba was evidently embarrassed. He talked in a low voice with his men, who had already searched' the house. It was not a lengthy operation, for the cabin of a Corsican contains but a simple square room.

The furniture consists of table, some benches, a chest or two, and hunting and cooking utensils. Meanwhile the little boy played with the kittens, and seemed, to take a malicious joy in the evident confusion of his cousin and the soldiers. One of the latter annroacbed the hean of straw, and he saw the cat. and carelessly thrust his bayonet into the straw, shrugging his shoulders, as if he felt the precaution was ridiculous. Nothing stirred, and the child's face betrayed not the slightest emotion.

The adjutant and his troops were in despair. Already they looked seriously at tho plain, as if disposed to return whence they came, when their chief, convinced that threats produced no impression on Falcone's son. resolved to make a last effort. and try the enect of caresses and bribery. Little cousin, he said, you seema very wide-awako fellow; you'll make your mark; but you are playing an ugly game with me, and if 1 wasuot afraid of giving pain to my cousin Mateo, may the devil catch me! but 1 would carrv you ot! with me." "Hah!" said the child.

"Hut when my cousin Mateo returns I shall relate the whole affair to him. and he will whip you till the Mood comes, for hav ing lied tome." "Keally!" "You will see but hold you are a fine boy, and 1 will give you something." "And my cousln; will givo you a piece of advice, which is, if you wait much loug-er. Giannetto will be in the maquis. and then it will need raoro than one strong fellow like you to go and find him." The adjutant drew from his pocket a silver watch worth about 10, and, observing that the eyes of the child sparkled as he looked at it, he said to him. holding the watch dangling by its steel chain, ould you not be delighted to have a watch like that hanging from your neck! You would walk the streets of Porte Vecchio as proud as a peacock, and when people would ask you What's then you could say, 'Look at my watch and find "When I am a big boy my uncle will give me a watch." "Yes; but your uncle's son already has one; not as handsome as this, to be sure, but then be is younger than you." The child sighed.

"Well, do you want this wateh. little cousin!" Fortunato, glancing at the watch from the corner of his eye. resembled a cat to whom you otter a chicken. As it feels you are joking, it dares not put its paw on the fowl, and from time to time turns away its eyes, so as not tQsJield to the temptation. but licks its chop) every minute and seems to say to its master: "Your joke is a very cruel one." However, the adjutant seemed sincere in offering his watch.

Fortnuato did not stretch out his hand, but said, with a bitter smile, "Why do you joke with me!" "Hy heaven! I'm not joking; only tell me where Giannetto is, and the watch is yours." Fortunato smiled incredulouslj', and, fixing his black eyes on those of the adjutant, he tried to read there how much to believe of what he said. "May I lose my epaulets!" cried the adjutant, "if I do not give you this watch, provided you do as I ask. My men are witnesses, and I cannot retract my promise." As he spoke he held the watch nearer, so that it almost touched the child's face. Fortunato showed plainly in his face the struggle in his soul between covetousness and the respect due to hospitality. His naked breast heaved violently, and lie seemed half, suffocated.

However, the watch continued to turn and twist about, and sometimes struck the end of his nose. Finally, little by little, his right hand rose slowly toward the watch, the ends of his lingers touched it, and ho felt its weight before the adjutant dropped the end of the chain. The dial-plate was sky blue, the case newly polished, and, in the sun, it shone like lire. The temptation was too strong. Fortunato raised his left hand slowly and pointed with his thumbover his left shoulder at the heap of straw.

The adjutant instantly understood his gesture, lie let go the end of the chain, and Fortunato felt himself sole possessor of tho watch. He arose with the agility of a deer and ran a few steps from the heap of hay, which the soldiers immediately began to overturn. It was not long before a man, covered with blood, poniard in hand, crawled out; but as ho tried to rise to his feet his wounded thigh did not allow him to stand erect. He fell, and the adjutant threw himself upon him and seized his stiletto, and he was soon securely tied, despite his struggles. Lying on the ground, and bound up like a faggot, Giannetto turned his head toward Fortun-anto and hissed, "Son of a dog." The child tossed back the five-franc piece Giannetto had given him.

feeling that he had ceased to deserve it; but the outlaw paid no attention to this movement. He said, coolly, to the adjutant: "My dear Gamba, I cannot walk; you will be forced to carry me to the town." "You ran auicker than a squirrel a while aeo," replieu the cruel conquerer; "but be easy: I am so glad to have caught you that I could carry you for a league on my back without fatigue. As for the rest, comrade, we will make you a litter out of some branches and your cloak, and at Crespole's farm we shall find horses." "All right," said tho prisoner, "nut also a little straw on the litter, that 1 may lie easier." While the soldiers were employed, some in making a kind of litter out of branches, and the others in dressing Giannetto's wound, Mateo Falcone and his wife suddenly appeared at the turn of a path which led to the maquis. The woman walked slowly, bending painfnlly under the weight of an enormous sack of chestnuts, while her husband strolled by her side, carrying only his two guns, one in his hand, the other in his shoulder-belt, for it is unworthy of a Corsican to carry any burden but his arms. As he caught sight of the soldiers his first idea was that they camo to arrest him.

Hut why! Had Mateo any trouble with the law! No; he enjoyed a good reputation, but be was also a Corsican and a mountaineer, and there are few such who. in searching their memory, cannot recall such peccadilloes, such as gunshots, dagger thrusts and other like trifles. Mateo, more than most men, had a clear conscience in this respect, for more than ten years he had aimed his gun at no man. Hut he was. however, prudent, and he took a position to make a brave defense if necessary.

"Wife," said he to Giuseppa, "put down your 'sack and be ready." She obeyed immediately. He gave her the gun from his shoulder belt, which might cramp his movements. He then loaded the one he held and advanced slowly toward his house, skirting the trees which bordered the road, ready, at the least hostile demonstration of the soldiers, to throw himself behind the largest trunk, when he could hre under shelter. His wife followed in his tracks hiding the spare gun and its cartridge box the business of a good housewife is to load her husbaud's gun in case of a combat. On the other side of the field the adjutant was much troubled at seeing Mateo advance in this manner, with measured steps, gun in hand, and his finger on the trigger.

"If, perchance." thought he, "Mateo should bo a relative of Giannetto, or his fntnd, and ho wished to defend him, the contents of his two jfiins could reach us, one after the other, as sure as a letter by the pot, he aimed at me, notwithstanding our relationship." In this perplexity, he took a brave resolution, to advanco alone toward Mateo, and relate the whole affair to him. accosting him as an old friend; but the short distance that separated him from Mateo appeared terribly long. "Ah. mv brave comrade." cried he, "how goes it! It is Gamba, your cousin." Mateo, without replying, had stopped, and, while the other spoke, slowly raised the barrel of his gun so that it pointed to the tky, at the instant the adjutant reached him. "Good day, comrade." said the adjutant, holding out his hand; "it is a long time since I last saw you." "Good day, comrade!" "I came to say how do yon do.

as I passed, to you and my good cousin, Fepa. We have made a long journey to-day, but we must not complain of fatigue, for we have made a famous capture. We have just seized Giannetto Sanpiero!" "God be praised!" cried Guisepna, "He stole a milch cow from us last week." These words rejoiced Gamba. "Poor devil," cried Mateo; "he was hnn- The knave fought like alion," continued the adjutant, somewhat mortified; "ho killed two of my men. and, not content with that, broke Corporal Chardou's arm, but that is no great harm; ho is only a Frenchman.

Afterward be was hidden so. finely that the devil himself could not have found him. I should never have discov PTV. ered him had it not been for my little cousin Fortunato." "Fortunato," exclaimed Mateo. "Fortunato," said Gamba; "yes, Giannetto was hidden under that hean of straw yon der.

Hut my little cousin showed me his. 1 111 A 1 1 1 I nuiing mace, win ien uis uuiib town, and he can send him a fine present for his trouble. And his name and yours will appear in the report that I shall send to the attorney-general. "Damnation!" said Mateo, in a thick, and husky voice. They had reached the detachment by this time.

Giannetto was already lying on the litter, and ready to depart. When he saw Mateo in Gamba's company he smiled strangely, then, turning his head toward the door of his house, he spat savagely on the sill, crying, "The house of a traitor!" Only a man who had resolved to die would have dared to use the word 'traitor" in connection with Falcone. A stab from a stiletto would have immediately avenged the insult. Hut Mateo made no other gesture than carrying his hand to his head, as if overcome with grief. Fortunato had gone into the house when he saw his father ar-.

rive, but he soon reappeared, carrying a-bowl of milk, which he offered to the prisoner, his head hanging down. "Away, cur!" cried the outlaw to him. Then, turning to one of the guard. "Comrade," said he, "give me a drink." The soldier handed him his gourd, and Giannetto drank the water given him by a man with whom he had just exchanged shots. Afterward, he begged that they would tie his hands so that they were crossed on his breast, instead of having them bound behind his back.

"I like" said he. "to lie at mv ease." They hastened to satisfy hira; then the ad- A A. i 1 A. i juiani gave ine signal oi departure, uaue adieu to Mateo, who did not reply, and they" descended, with rapid steps, toward the plain. Ten minutes passed before Mateo opened his mouth.

The child looked, uneasily, sometimes at his mother, then at father, who, leaning on his gun, looked at him with an expression of furious anger. "You begin well," said Mateo, finally, in a calm voice, but a terrible one to whoever knew the man thoroughly. "My father!" cried the child, advancing, tears in his eyes, as if to throw himself at his knees. Hut Mateo cried: "Hack!" and he stopped, sobbing and motionless, a few steps from his father." Giuseppa drew near. She had just perceived the chain of the watch." one end of which hung from Fortunato's shirt "Who gave you that watch!" she asked in a severe tone.

"My cousin, the adjutant." Falcone seized the watch and. throwing it violently against a stone, broke it into a thousand pieces. "Woman." said he, "is this my child?" The brown cheeks of Giuseppa turned a vivid scarlet. "Have a care what you say, Mateo. Do you remember to whom you 8peakt', "I ask your pardon, wife.

This child, then, is the first of the race of Falcone, who has been guilty of treachery." The sobs amd tears of Fortunato re doubled, and Mateo kept his lynx eyes sternly fixed upon him. Finally, he struck the butt-end of his gun ou the ground, threw it over his shoulder, and took hs way toward the maquis, bidding Fortunato follow him. The child obeyed. Giusepna ran after Mateo and seized his arm. "lie is your son," said she, in a trembling voice, fixing her black eyes on those of her husband, as if to rtad there what was passing in his soul.

"Leave me," said Mateo; "I am his father!" The mother embraced her son and entered the house, weeping; throwing herself on her knees before an imago of the Virgin, she prayed fervently. Meanwhile Falcone walked down the path some two hundred paces, aud stopped on reaching a little ravine. He souuded the earth, and found it soft and easy for digging. The spot appeared a favorable one. "Fortunato," snid he, "stand yonder near that great stone." The child obeyed, and fell on his knees.

"Sa' your prayers," said Falcone. "My father, my father, do not kill me!" "Say vour prayers," repeated Mateo, in a voice which made the child's flesh creep. The child, sobbing and stammering, repeated the "Pater Xoster" and the "Credo." At the end of each prayer tho stern father responded "Amen!" "Are those all the prayers you know!" asked he. "My father, I also know the 'Ave Maria and the litanv mv aunt taught me." "Repeat them' The child finished the litany in a sinking voice. "Have you finished?" "Oh! my father, foreive me! I will never do so any more.

I will beg my cousin, the adjutant, so hard, he will release Giannetto." He was still speaking Mateo raised his Sun and took aim, saying: "May God par-on you!" The child made a desperate effort to rise and embrace his fathers knees, but it was too late; Mateo fired, and iortunato fell, stone dead. Without casting a glance at the bodv. Mateo took his way back to the house to get a spade to dig his son's grave. He had cone but a few steps when hemetuiusenna. who was running toward him.

alarmed at the noise of the shot. "What have you done!" she shrieked. "Justice!" "Where is he?" "In the ravine. I am going to bury him. He died like a Christian.

I made him re cite his prayers. God rest his 6011I." Translated for the Argonaut, from the French. oy lToxpcr Men in re. It Kent a Granite Hock. W.

B. Stevens. inSt. Louis Globe-Democrat. A little way above Johnstown, in what was known as Millvalle.

one finds the earth gouged in numerous places to depths of Jf a i a a rr. lour, live, anu even len leec. mere-is a spot in the bed of the river where a cican tic gTanite boulder stood eight feet in di ameter and five feet high. Its general shape was rounded so that any. ordinary object striking it would dance off.

The wave struck that boulder and split it in two, carrying part of it a dozen rods down stream. Doubtless there was some kind of a seam which permitted the cleavage, but the brealc looks fresh all tho wav through. A newspaper man stood and looked at this evidenco of the hood's power for a few moments, shook his head and said: 'yo. I'll not describe that, for nobody will be lieve it possible. London's Ancient Wall.

London Times. Another portion of the old citv wall bv which Loudon was surrounded has just been brought to licht in tho neighborhood of Ludcate Hill. It stands at the iuncture of Little Bridge street. Pilgrim street, and the liroadway. very near another nortion which was laid bare and taken down about five or six years since at the corner of Lit tie Bridge street.

If not actually of Koman construction, it is largely constructed of Itnman materials, and it probably formed part of a bastion or tower at an anglo of tho city wall. It is about ten feet high and twelve feet in leucth: its depth and thick ness will bo seen when the adjoining wall is removed, as win shortly be the case. Why lie Changed the Name. Meniplii Avauncne The Arkadelphia News has changed its ameto'The Arkadelphia Herald." The 1.1.. A 1 A editor explains mat lie was com jeiieu 10 niake this change in order to "get out of the infamous, diabolical clutch of the hungry octopus at Dallas, that had liAUfi tnrnishintr him with nnnl' IWritten for the Sunday The Itattle of the Djke.

On Feb. 17, 1500, the free peasantry of Dithmarshen who had successfully main tained their small republic against the surrounding Danish and German princes for over a hundred years, with a fighting force of not more than 5,000 men gained one of the most, wonderful victories in history, their force of 1.000 men annihilating the well-appointed Danish army of 15,000. As these men were of ancient Saxon blood and occupied the old seat of that race, their American cousins may share the pride in the achievement, of which the peasantry of the marshes to-day still speak with Hash ing eyes and glowing cheeks. Bo! There was noise of triumph among the peasantry Where llows the turbid Elbe into the German sea! Tbe belfrien rocked with ringing exultant juuuee. And from each church Te Deuta swelled like the swelling sea! For said the King of Denmark, "The peasants of me piain Are ban tier than nobles; there doings give us pain:" He and tho Lord of Ilolsten, their nobles, near and far.

Saxons and Scandinavians, brougnt down their uosis ox war. The peasants of the marshes, they shall no more ne iree: We'll bind thein down forever, or drown them in And Yonker Slentz, the Saxon, he led the mighty, host Ot fifteen thousand soldiers, all full of pride and noasi: "God of our homes and freedom! Now bare thy 8 iron 7. rnrht arm And keep for Thine own glory the marshes free irom uarm: mltrht. And those who would enthrall us with two- edged power smite! "And turns the war against us we swear It one and all They may have Dithraarsh corpses, but never jjuumarsn mran. Thus on the eve of battle, the free-born Marshers prarea: They kissed their wives and children, then grasped each trusty blade! And in the shock of battle, on bitter winter day.

They met the lance and armor in perilous array. Like as the wave Is shattered by headland, grim and brown. So the bare-breasted peasants before the knights went aown: One thousand of the Marshes escaped the fatal Held; Wulf Isebrand he led them, and swore they should not yiem: Across the frozen country the Danish victors swept. And where they came red ruin from every roof ireeieapu Oh, Mcldorp, thoa the fairest! Of all our towns the town; They sacked thy homes and churches, and, ruth less, burned tnee downl Thy women and thy children with cloven heads lie dead! Beware, ye cruel nobles! We'll cleave your hel mets yeu We took the last communion; the priest absolved us an. That each one might be ready to die at Freedom's can.

The white stars were our candles, our country's earth the shrine; From Meldorp's cruel burning were saved the oreaa and wine. Thus, at the dyke of Hemming we waited for the To lilt the misty darkness and show the King's array. Then happened such a wonder as God ot small things maKes, When He the high and mighty before His power ureass. There came of winds a sobbing, a weeping fall of rain; They sobbed for Denmark's power, they wept for j.iuiaiciu noiauii For when the dismal morning showed Denmark's rank's or steel. The Ice that bridged the marshes broke under Denmark heel.

Their horses and their cannon were struggling In the mud; They tried to cross the ditches; we beat them back In blood. Elsie of Hobtonworden Our Lady's banner bore. And where its cross was lifted there flowed the Danish gore. We flanked them with four hundred, led by the Virgin Maid: Six hundred of our bravest upon our earthworks stayed. Six hundred of our bravest, led by Wulf Ise- nrano.

On comneted helmets rained blows from peas ant nana: The Yonker filentz fell dying beneath Long lleimer's blade. Of Oldenburg and liantzow we cleft each lordly neau: Against the fifteen thousand we thousand made the tight; We threw them from their horses, the trooper anu uie KnigQi: For now the Lord of battles had bared his strong, right arm; Better than sword or cannon, He sent us rain and storm: He sent the crested billows in thm.drous tide ashore. And through the opened sluices they swept with suiien roar. They covered all the level, they eddied rast the urxe. They made the royal army all powerless to siriKo: Upon the dyke it huddled, like sheep before the eiat; We struck with sword and cannon, we plied the arbalast; And swift, across the waters, the battle's Joy to snare.

In boats, the beardless striplings came on from everywhere. And when our hands grew weary with all the butchery. The boys pulled by their harness the knights into xne sea. Down went the plumes and banners! Down went earn kuiKbtiy lance: Their fall made noble music to make the free waves dance: Oh, man a haughty noble had naught for dying bed But where the bubbling waters closed o'er his fallen head. We captured Denmaik's banner, the bloody Pannenrog; The ndtrhty king of Denmark ilei like a common The groanine of the dying, the peasants vengeful shout.

The hammering of armor, the horses' tingled rout. The plashing of the dragged down into the Mood; Oh, we quit Meldorp's murder in streams of noble blood. There never was such slayine of any host before. For of the fifteen thousand not half escaped ashore. Thus fled the mighty army, that came to forge our chains: They left us all our freedom and all their treasure-wains! In Denmark and in Holstein was mourning long and great.

For of each house's kindred some fell at Hem-miugstedt. For this the bells of Heide ran out their jubV'ee! For this the clad Te Deum swelled like the swelling seV. Herman Rave. Uses of the llandanna. Philadelphia Press.

The pictHresone bandannas that colored women wear in the South serve another Iuirpose than that of merely covering their leads; they hide the eelskins that th3se women wear to tauten and stretch their kinky hair. For, as long as white men havo known the colored race, the latter has been imbued with a hopeless euv of long, straight hair, such as white persons are adorned with. Generations try to pull the kinks out of their woolly pates and fail, but other generations step into their places and. try on and ou to get long hair, white skins the colored folks don't caro so much about, because they see that white folks, like Italians and Spaniards, are often darker than mnlattoe.s, but they do envy the rest of creation its long locks. Well Meaning, but Mistaken.

Boston Herald. The National Association of Loyal Women of America doubtless means well, but the zeal of its members sometimes exceeds their discretion. This is illustrated in their protest against the selection of John Uoyle O'Keilly as tho poet at the dedication of the Pilgrim monument. Their ap- fiarent belief that the genius of American iberty has been violated by this selection will not be shared by the public generally. BUSINESS DIRECTORY.

A T'T'TXrO E. O. A CO- manufacturers snd i- XV Lx Repairers ot CIRCULAR, CROSa- 1KCULAR. CK06 SAWS. cut.

lSJLTiv ana au ou.er BeltJn. Emery Wheels and at misapplies. I Ulnoi street, one square south Union StaUoa. HADLEY SHOE FACTORY, MANUFATURER OF LADIES', MISSES7 AND CHILDREN'S SHOES. Shoe marie aecordln to standard measurements Mloptal by Chicago convention.

XXonet work and ta bet ot toaterlal usd In making Shoe. Orders from tho trade solicited. uAVYu EMERY WHEELS. SPECIALTIES OT W. B.

Barry Saw Supply 182 fc 134 S. Penu. St. AU kinds of brs repaired. THE SINKER-DAVIS Saw-Il Machmery, Eogmes aoi Boilers, Plpe-FiltlnKS and Jfataral-iraa Supplies.

Ill to 149 South Pennsylvania Street WYON, Wholesale ilanufactnrers of Coape, Surrey. Buxjt and Kxpress A No. 77 South Meridian street, Indianapolis. fy Price List sent the trade on application. SAEE-DEPOSIT VAULT Ab? olute safety against Fire ana" Burglar.

Finest and only vault of the kind in the State. Policeman day and night on guard. Designed for the safe-keep ingot Money. Bonds, Wills, Deeds. Abstracts, Silver-plate, eTTfeli.

and Valuable Trunks and Packages, eto. i A. Fletcher to, Safe Deposit D. M. Ransdell, Manager.

SPRING CHICKENS, EXTRA BUTTER, FRESH EGGS, Poultry Dressed every day Wholesale and Retail. THE CLEAN POULTRY CO. Corner Cedar and Ilosbrook streets. tyTelephone g65. Goods delivered.

LEOLANDO; Manufacturing Optician, Jobber and Retailer in Spectacles, Opera and Field Glasses, Microscopes, Barometers, Thermometers, etc jy Oculists Prescriptions a specialty. C2 East Market Street, opp. Postoftico. 3250 5IMGL. $3dO DOUBLE.

wUh m.a Int. MX mmm4 15 bert portable nfln will it. Areata Tuui. el (or 4Mrlptio and terms. BOCIWOOD.

ITrWCOXB St CO. too p. rtanaylTaPia au.IaUanapol1srfn if THE BEAUTIFUL CLEVELAND YARD FENCE Over 20.000 foet put tip in InAlanApoUs during 18SS. Cheap, ever la ting and ornamental. OFFICE A'D FACTOM, 2 2 BIDDLE ST.

Three squares south Mass. are. Depot. REMINGrTOIST STANDARD TYPEWRITER It has been for fifteen years the STANDARD, and embraces the latest and highest achievements of inventive skill. Wyckoff, Seamans Benedict, SI North Pennsylvania Indianapolis.

MANUFACTTBEKS OT BINDERS, REAPERS AND MOWERS. Headquarters for Indiana, 107 fc 169 E. Washington Indianapolis. Ind. J.

IS. HEY WOOD. Manager. J. C.

H1RSCHMAN CU7, Manufacturers of Mattresses. Dealers and Renovators of Feathers. Our innovator beats the world. 69 North New Jersey street. COMSTOCK COONSE, WOOD.

CHAIN and WOODEN FOKCE PUMPS. Dealers in Iron Pipe, Driven-well Points and all v.ll UiiniLll.a tUT An. I IftOl I ii.OAJnv.. lir'UI a. 7ff aim o.

iun Ok INDIANAPOLIS iPAIUiOTT fe TAUUAHi' STOVE CO. Manufactures of Stoves and HOLLOW.WARK, Nos. 80 and b7 South Meridian street WHOLKSALX BAKERS. Crackers, Bread and Cakes. Umbrella and Parasol Manufacturer.

Repairing neatly and promptly doneu Covering of all kinrta to order. HAK1TY. 43 Virginia ave. M. MURRY Saw and Planing Mill, DOOES, SASH, BLINDS, Hardwood Finishing Lumber.

Ash, Quartered Oak, Walnut and Mahogany, a specialty. PINE LUMBER AND SHINGLES. Corner Home Ave. and Alvord St "Telephone 145. THHMAQ Kirrcniiii isi Wood Faiiern Hifcsr, 'tT WOSKIMO MODEL AND fX PEftlMENTAl MACHINERY.

Will AMlIT IN Pf NFECTINQ IMVCNTIONS. Indianapdln, Ind. Bicycles and Repairing. WORLD TYPE WRITERS. Price, $10.

bend for catalogue. II. T. HEABSEY, 147 A 140 N. Delaware St.

Nordyke Mnrmon Co. 1851 FOUNDERS AND MACHINISTS MILL AND KLKVATOB BUILDERS, InUanaiolU. Inl. Roller MUla. Mill.

H'mln. Boltlnc -cloth, Grain-cieauliiff Mat hinry, MU itlns-partfler. Portable Ills, vux, etc Take tree t-tart fur Mt'ickxarda. THE H00SIER BURNER la tit result of much eiirr.ueutlne It combine thebNt quail tia of all turner. Ill tho farorlta anion all gaa-fiitera.

Sold to tha trade at a Ubarai discount. r- Jr. Ufs 110 fI COL McCormick Harves l.if-liiiift STEEL PULLY AND MACHINE WORKS, Sole Makers 70 and 35 Sootli Pennsylvania St. BUSINESS DIRECTORY. THEODORE STEIN, 8acc(aflor to VTrn.

Aadaraoo. 86 East Market Streot'. ABSTRACTER OF TITLES. ELLIOTT BUTLER, Hartlonl Block. 81 East Market atraet.

ABSTRACTS OF TITLES. DR. E. K. LEWIS.

Practice limltot. to Ciaeaaea ot tha THROAT AND XOSH 159 Norm MerMian strut. J. D. GEORGE, M.

PartnfT of the la to Dr. D. Usfftrert, continue practice Rooms 1 au'l 2, Baldwin's Bltxk. oomef DeL and Market at. Residence.

3G7 Park art. TeV epbone 662. MOSES, OPTICIAN. largest anl bet stock ot Optical Oood In Uis Bit. Insca accurately sJjuated.

Prescription ys claltj. Don't mistake U.o plao for anotnfr. Our nam "Moae." on window, a Xortn. Peonajlraal. DR.

ADOLPH BLITZ, Fraetice limited to EYE. EAR AND THROAT DISEASES. Offlce removed to odd fellows' block. Room 2, nortlw cor. and Penn.

Indianapolis. Ind. AUGUSTUS LYNCH MASON, (Tormerlr of McDonald. Butler A Mason.) ATTORN AT UW, i0a East Market street. DENTIST, at reduced prices.

Filling at reasonable rate. J. H. RY2ST Commission Merchants, Wholesale Dealer In Grain, rionr. Feed.

Hay. etc 62 and 34 Eat Maryland at. J. PLATT COMMISSION MERCHANTS. Batter, Etrs-Poultry, Oysters, Game, eta, 42, 44 and 4tJ Kentuct avenue.

TRAVELERS' RESTAURANT. CHARLIE MTT.K.V Ai.tanT-.rvt nnr in North Illinois street. Lodging, cents. Meals, ii cents. Pouder's Clean Meat Market.

Juicy Steaks and Roasts a specialty. 232 East Washington tand Stalls 7 and ao. Eaat Marker- Telephone 577. CUT FLOWERS. BERTERMANN 37-43 Massachunetts avenue, one-half aquare north east ot Deniaon Hotel.

cyOpen until 8 p. m. TIIOS. II. GAGE, ELECTRICIAN, Dealer In Electric Bell Burglar Alarms, Electric as Lighting.

Speaking Tubes, liotel and House Annuu. ciatora. Medical liatterie. Electric Work and Repair of all kinds. MeamElectro-rlatliig.

27 Circle itreet. GEO. J. MAYER, Seals, Stencils, Eto. 15 South Meridian street.

Indianapolis, Ind. SenS for catalogue. DENTISTRY. W. W.

GATES, Dentist, Room 1. OAl-fellowY Hall, N. E. corner Washington and Fennsylrania sta. Formerly with N.

Y. titeam Dental Co. Awnings, Tents, Water-Proof Eta. WENSLEY EBERIIARDT, 7 A 8 C'leavelaud Block. CARPET CLEANING.

CARPETS Cleaned. Renovated and Rlald, Refitted and Repaired, on short notice, at HOWARD'S, cor. SL Clair am CanaL Telephone 16. FINE SHOW -OASES. WILLIAM WIEGEL? MAxrrACTORr, No.

West Louisiana street. S. D. CRANE, Jeweler and Optician, 88 EAST WASHINGTON ST. FINE CARRIAGES, Moderate Price.

JOHNSON, 75 and 77 West Washington street. PLANING MILL. Most Complete Best Machinery and Workmanship Our Lumber kiln-dried. Send estimates for prices. 0.

C. Foster Lumber Company, 40i to 420 North Mississippi St. SMITH'S DYE WORKS, 57 NOKTH PENNSYLVANIA ST. Ocnta' clothing cleaned, dred and repaired, lilies' tlresJe cloauod and dyed. jJL 1 illwauufic rerof Urevr Ketth'fl, Soda Fountains.

Gas Gent-raters. Candjr Keu tltts, Dywn Cylinders, dealer in bheet. Copper and Braes, Tnblng. Uti South Delaware ntreet. BUSINESS CHANGES.

The general and local Insurance Kooms cf McO'L. LI A HD Ai DAKK will be changed to 83 and 65 JasS Market street. June 1. 1889. CUSTOM TAILORING.

I have had 18 years' experience In th finest work la Custom Tailoring. I am (foa lifted to take any response blllty which I may be called upon to assume In the in-1 tcreutof my patrons. have a large and ell-selected line oi Spring aud Summer staple. It I hare not goft, whntyou want I can get It. Don't object to going up stairs, when you can get good work done lor lot money.

I am not the cheapest, but glre you satla! faction and the worth of your money. Lea re your order at once for your Snring Suit and Trousers. iV East Wash. over C. lirlnk' cigar store, 4.

31, OuSLEIt. The Washington, D. C. ine Tailor. LUMHEE.

II. T. BENKETT, wholesale and retail dealer la Lumber, Lath and Shingles. Sash. Doors and Blinds.

A5l to 101 tsouui Let street. C. A. WEBD, JAMISON HOUSE-MOVE K3 (successors to J. W.

Davis.) Safes and Heavy Machinery carefully transferred. Telephone 356. Office Til South Meridian. A MIRROR, worth 1, given with every 25 cakec of Electric Liffht Soap; four with every bo. Yoe sale by all tlrst-ciass groceries, and manufactured by the JOHNSTON KOAPCU Indianapolis.

REMOVAL. JOS. ALLERDICE, DEALER IX Hides, Pelts. Furs, Wool and Tallow To 124 Kentucky Avenue, near Big 4 Railroad. Representing C.

C. Stevens fc Boston, Mass. H. 13. HOWLAND General Western Agents for Genuine Bangor and reach Ilottom 91ate Com'p'a Established 1863.

Manufacturers of school and roofing slate. Offices: Corner Lincoln avenue ami Lake Erie Railroad, and Builders' Exchange. National Collecting Agency. 10 Vance Block. Indianapolis.

Indispensable to dealers wanting to make cloae collection, bend $1. and receive book that will worth af 10 In grttlug In your money. Finest Vbotc for lat money. t6E.Waah.fc. l.

THE CITIZENS' ODERLESS CO. Does the best and cleanest vault work In the cltr, oti short notice, Oltiee 13 Baldwin Mh cor. JKla. yyare and Market sis. J.

W. UlLItEKT. PENSIONS New Laws, new Rulings. Every soldier er soldier widow ahoald send to to tho Old Established Claim Agency of P. H.

FITZGERALD and get Ms 12png pamphlet oa War Claim mailed free. No. 634 Eat Market stroeL P- IL FITZGERALD. mcu PATENTS 'i issrasl ltilaiM. 6 f.aiiailaLiI Bf Ti ft, PaUatSai'UttoraRJMtthinleV Pootogn.