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a of over the one monster, thousand and pounds, the weighs though easily and may be propelled by a couple of men. The shaft of the ball is a piece of three-inch gas pipe, which projects one foot at either pole. On this are fastened two standards, working on rollers to prevent the ball from toppling over, and for the parade long iron handles were made to replace these, just the height of a man's shoulder from the ground. Ropes can also be rigged to the shaft, so that the enthusiastic Republicans can pull the monster along like a fire-engine. The ball was made by Mr.

D. E. Brockett, of Cumberland, who will accompany it on many of its travels. In red letters on one end are painted the words: Allegany Maryland." Some of the other mottoes are as follows: old Allegany in. 1840 Started the ball for Harrison; In 188, they did then, We roll it on for gallant Ben.

Roll along, roll away, Keep the ball in motion; The spirit of our men is up From Rocky Hills to oc an. With heart and goul This ball May times improve As on we The ball was dedicated at ratification meeting held in Cumberland on the 2d and after a preliminary roll it was taken apart and shipped to New York. It is not proposed to roll it along the country roads from one place to another, but to ship it by rail and put it together, so that it may appear in the campaign parades all over the country. The Inman line steamship City of New York, with Hon. James G.

Blaine on board, was sighted sotheast of Fire Island at 1:15 Friday morning. KILLED WITH A BASE BALL BAT. An Alleged Unfaithful Wife Pounded to Death Husband, William Anderson, a native of Denmark and a weaver by trade, but now out. of employment, killed his wife with a base ball at his home, St. Louis, early Thursday morning and gave himself up to the police, to whom he told the story as fol.

lows: killed iny wife because she kept the company of other men. She was my second wife and was in her 31st year, while I am in my 50th. was married to her in 1887 at the Woman's Guardian Confided." which While institution employed in the had garden been there I met her and in a few weeks we were married. She told me she had been adopted in the family of a minister at St. Peter, and that the minister's son was the father of her child.

To get rid of her she was shipped to St. Louis. From the time we were married she has been untrue. I talked, pleaded and argued with her to stop her evil ways and reform, but it was all to no avail. Finally, I could bear it no longer.

I determined to kill her. My mind was made up to this loug ago, but I could not commit the deed until now. She would remain from home all right. Last night she was again out. When she came home I do not know.

At 4 o'clock in the morning I awoke and found her sleeping in her bed. We ocompied the same room, but different beds. o'clock I killed her with a base ball bat which I had i in the house." A BOY IN A MULE'S BODY. He is Struck by Flying Cars and Driven Head- first Into the Animal, One of the most extraordinary accidents ever reported in the coal fields took place Thursday in the Hollenback mine of the Lehigh and Wilkesbarre Coal Company in Wilkesbarre. Thomas Richards, driver boy, aged 14, was standing with his mule a in a gangway near the foot of the slope when a trip of three loaded cars that were being hoisted up the slope broke loose and came rushing down.

The boy and the mule were struck. The boy was driven a a into the body of the mule and was buried almost to his hips. It was impossible to extract except by cutting the open. animal was dead 1 when found. The boy is still living, but his skull is fractured.

He is totally unconscious and expected to die at any moment. He Sherman street and his father, Thomas Richards, was killed in the Red Ash mine two years ago. TWO YOUNG BROTHERS DROWNED. One Goes to the Aid of the Other, but Both Are Lost. Two brothers, John and Thomas Watkins, aged respectively 8 and 10 years, were drowned Thursday while bathing in Toby's Creek, near Wilkesbarre.

They resided in Luzerne borough. In company with another boy named Pierson they went in bathing in a deep hole in the creek about half a mile from the town. John was taken with cramps and began struggling and screaming, and his older brother swam to his assistance. The sinking boy grappled him and both sank together. Pierson could not swim.

He called for aid, and Rev. Mr. Underwood, pastor of the Luzerne borough Methodist Episcopal church, rushed to the spot. Although he is over 55 years of age, and a poor swimmer, he instantly jumped into the water, and after a long search found the younger boy and brought him out, but he was beyond recovery. Mr.

Underwood again went into the pool, and after a prolonged search found the body of the elder boy. The minister was utterly exhausted. Almost Blown Up by a Bomb. A dynamite bomb was found under the grocery store of Williams Brothers, Wilkesbarre, Thursday morning, by one of the employes. A fuse was attached, which was burning at the time, and had it not been for the discovery an explosion would have resulted in a few minutes.

The bomb is the shape of a small tin fuse was attached with a top that lamp, soldered at shea bottom where the screwed securely. David Williams, senior member of the grocery firm, is-a member of the City Council and chairman of the Police Committee. It is believed that recent appointments to the force have been obnoxious to a band of Anarchists who hold weekly meetings at Wilkesbarre, and took this method for revenge. Explorations in Canada. News was received from William Ogilvie, left Victoria a year ago last June with Prof.

Dawson to survey and explore the northern country in behalf of the Dominion Government. Prof. Dawson returned, but Ogilvie proceeded north from Chilcat, Alaska, and wintered on the Yukon On reaching Yukon overland, Ogiivie explored it for about 700 miles. In September he camped for the winter, In March he left for McKenzie River, which he will explore, and then proceed across the country to Winnipeg, where he expects to arrive in November. There were seventeen miners who came out from Yukon gold mines.

Some who had been in two or three years came out with $3,000 worth of dust and others had more. Forty Mile Creek, a branch of the Yukon, is a scene of great activity. The gold, which is coarse, is taken from the banks and bars of the river. Work can only be carried on two months in the year at most. Queer Things a Cyclone Did.

By a cyclone near Wellington, Kansas, Tuesday morning, whole fields of corn were torn up by the roots, and the stalks stripped and ears husked. Many chickens were found entirely stripped of feathers miles from their homes, and other strange freaks are reported. One girl was hurt, but no one was killed. Half the tombstones in a cemetery were blown entirely away and cannot be found. Destroyed by Lightning.

The Catholic Church and three dwelling houses at Reading were destroyed by fire Wednesday morning, the result of being struck by lightning during the terrific storm at Cornwall. Loss about $15,000. Kalakana's Army of Sixty-five Men. Advice from Honolulu by the steamer Australia state that on July 24, by a vote of 35 to 10, the Legislation Assembly of the Hawaiian Islands passed a military bill over the King's vote. By this bill the naval establishment abolished and the army reduced to sixty-five men exclusive of the mililary band.

to to to to to to to a of of of of of of of of THE LANCASTER WEEKLY EXAMINER, WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 15, 1888 3 Judge swearing. Thurlow It is have well been known without that Gen. his Taylor did not say at Baena Vista in Sunday School little more grape-Capt. Bragg." But he did them H-1, Capt. Bragg." The first expression a rough soldier would have laughed at--the second made him fight.

So when Sheridan rallied his troops at Cedar Creek he I'll sleep in yonder camp to-morrow night or I will sleep in The expression was part of the man. It meant awful determination. It inspired courage and it poet Read in his well-kown poem wrote in won. It was in reference to this that to the that terrible and momentous ride from Winchester: The first that the General saw were the groups Of stragglers, and then the retreating troops. What was done? What to do? A giance told 'him both.

Then, siriking his spurs with a terrible oath He dashed down the line mid astorm of buzzas, And the wave of retreat checked its course there because The eye of the master compelled it to pause. With foam and with dust the -black charger was gray; By the flash of his eye and the red nostril's play. He seemed to the whole great army to say: "I have brought you Sheridan, all the way From Winchester down to save the day." I have seen nothing in print which so fully portrays Sheridan's personal qualities and his natural, honest, innocent profanity as a little reminiscence by Mr. Charles A. Dana, the veteran and able editor of the New York Sun who was, Assistant Secretary of War in the darkest hours of rebellion.

After the famous ride from Winchester and winning the battle of Cedar Creek, it was resolved by President Lincoln and Secretary Stanton to make Sheridan a Major General. The commission was made out and Mr. Dana Was appointed to deliver it in the field. This he did. After the ceremonies were over Mr.

Dana says: The next morning the General took me on foot through his camp, and as we went among the regiments and brigades, aud greeted old acquaintances on every hand. I was everywhere struck with manifestations of personal attachment of Sheridan. I had not seen anything like it in either of our great armies. Grant, Sberman, Thomas, all moved among their troops with every sign of respect and confidence on the part of the men; but in Sheridan's camp it was quite different. They seemed to regard him more as a boy regards the father he believes in, relies on, and loves, than as soldiers are wont to regard their commander.

Finally, as we were completing our morning's tour and had got nearly back to headquarters, I said to him: "General, how is this? These men seem to have a special affection for you, more than I have ever seen displayed toward any other officer. What said he, "I think I can tell you. I always fight in the front rank myself. I was long ago convinced that it would not do for a commanding General to stay in the rear of the and carry on a battle with paper orders, as they in the Army of the Potomac. These men all know that where it is hottest there I am, and they like it, and that is the reason they like me." thing more, General," I said.

"Are you afraid, or don't you care? What is the real truth about it?" "The man whosays he isn't afraid under fire," he answered, "is liar. I am damned afraid, and, if followed my own impulse I should turn and get out. It is all a question of the power of the mind over the body." There is Sheridan for you. Truthful, honest, blunt, brave and if you please, profane. Here is another anecdote I will read you though you may have seen it before.

While Sheridan was in Europe during the Franco-Prussian war he wrote a letter to Collector Thomas Murphy, of New York, in which he said: "The German line here is 600 miles long, and extends from Berlin to Paris, I the men that I had with me the merely want to say that if I I I I I I I I I had 25,000 of Valley I'd make them shorten those lines d- Mr. Murphy's comment on this is: "You see Phil. was an American, and be believed that what seemed impossible to the Europeans was easy of accomplishment to Americans." Of course he did, and he was right. You know it has been said that when Gen. Grant was thinking about annexing San Domingo and Cuba and anticipating a war with Spain, he had resolved to put 50,000 troops, the pick of the North and South, in that wornout and priest-ridden country with Sheridan at their bead.

I do not think any such thing was ever contemplated, but if it had happened, I am fully sure that Sheridan could have shown the Europeans how to shorten their quick." Of course all Protestants are now talking about the burial of General Sheridanthe priest going three times around his coffin and a cardinal giving absolution or whatever it may be called. It is well known that the General's name was mentioned for the Presidency and then came the question of his birth a and religion. What was the latter? A correspondent of the Philadelphia Times writes about a walk he had with Sheridan and reports the following Strolling away in the direction of Lafayette Square the conversation turned upon the approaching campaign, the political features of which, as far as prudent, were given interview in these dispatches. The General broached the religious question and in blunt, unvarnished style of soldier, said: "Now these newspapers say I am a Catholic. What do they know about it? That is none of their concern, but the fact is they know nothing about it.

If I was to am not a they would say I am playing for the Presidency, which is false. I am not fit for politics, as I cannot brook political methods." After a few cautious words of interest on the writer's part the General added: "If I only had the simple faith of my wife. But I have not. To me the future seems oblivion. If we have a future beyond the grave then we must have had an existence before this life.

These are mysteries which I have often thought over, but I cannot fathom. How much comfort the little and yet potential instinct summed great mass of mankind get of out of that up in the word faitb. I was born into the Catholic church and I cannot get out of it. But I have my own views on such subjects. We must do our duty in life.

We are here and must make the best of These views the General had also expressed among officers who were in sufficiently close personal intercourse with him to be treated unreserve. Although General Sheridan had his own view concerning the mysteries of religion, he almost adored the "simple faith of his wife," touchingly termed her devout recognition of the canons and ritual of the church. Like most men of brains and action General Sheridan did not pay any active attention to a creed or dogma. He had his own opinions. But he dearly loved his wife and the dim influences of early training clung to him.

He simply respected her faith and affection made it holy. His reason rebelled against creed- but his love acquiesced. I know plenty such Catholics and Protestants in this city. They love their wives, or if not, to save anuoyance, they accept their creeds. Sheridan summed up the creed of every good and brave man in saying- are here and must make the best of it." He did.

He was always in the forefront of battle and never thought of altar or priest. His idea was duty -to do the most for country and fellow man. He was one of Carlyle's heroes. A creed was an incident and Duty everything. or He was a Man first and churchman last when he saw his wife and little ones go to the mass.

In this be is a type of the world's soldier. To-morrow let priest and preacher look over their congregations and see if men do not make empty pews and women fill them. Hew many General Sheridans will you find in pews -the men who ride down the battle lines of life "with terrible oaths" and win? Once upon a time, as stories always begin, I wrote you a few reflections upon the barbarism of our funeral customs. I am well aware that a custom cannot be forced out by reason in a moment. It dies gradually.

It took fifty years to establish our present system of money--that of decimals. For twenty years more Congress has legalized the metric system of weights and measures. Yet I believe it will require a hundred years before we will adopt it. School boys are not taught it and for a century we will say twelve inches make one toot; three feet make one yard; five and a half yards one on rod, etc. English cannot get away from their pounds, shillings and pence.

We glory in our decimal system and wisely. But it had to be drummed into our heads and forced upon us. So will it be with funeral customs. I know the time must come "when we will burn bodies and notbury To-day our funeral customs are antagonistic to both science and Christian doctrine. The former says, get rid of your waste matter as soon as possible.

The latter tells you of immortality and the hope of Heaven. Yet when the best of men die or women, we make the occasion of their funeral as black as possible. We sing dirges, drape every thing in black, have solemn processions of priests, decorate every buiiding with black--the coffin is black, the hearse is solemn, the sermon terrible and the after stages of mourning ludicrous and oft lead to cynical wit. We fight for dogma and put on crape when it becomes a test. We preach the glories of Heaven and make daylight gloomy when a saint is put into his coffin, and thus by acts show that we are not sure that all is well.

I never see a long veil that I do not think it a satire on our Christian faith and never hear a doleful sermon that I do not think the preacher is not sure of the hereafter. So I am glad to see that the pulpit sees the illogic of the position and is kicking against the barbarism of our funeral customs. The Rev. John Snyder, of St. Louis, i in the last Forum, has a very interesting article on this subject.

In reference to the nonsense of "mourning," not to speak of its injury to health, but in reference to its heartless fashion he says: "There are certain aspects of 'Christian burial' which have grown so discordant with our more intelligent forms of social life that they have become even ludicrous, and can, therefore, be most wholesomely treated with the caustic of ridicule. Among cultivated people their natural environment no longer exists. They are more or less distinctly recognized as survivals. The dignity and impressiveness they may have once possessed has passed away. The most conspicuous of these is covered and described by the comprehensive name of I have heard a brilliant society belle sorrowing bitterly over the fact that, just as her most impressive costumes were prepared for a season's campaign, the demise distant relative made it necessary her to 'go into mourning' -a fact which had but the one compensating circumstance, that 'black was becoming to indeed this final and determining factor in the case often enlarges the pale of relationship, within the limits of which funereal fashion makes the assumption of 'mourning' imperative.

In all the large cities stores may be found where the mortuary expert can determine to a shade the style of dress that constitutes "full and where the length of a veil is solemnly regarded as expressive of what Mr. Mould termed 'filial 'There is 'mourning "mourning 'mourning and I knew of one gentleman who carried his loyalty to these modes and shows of grief' to the extent of having the blue ribbons that adorned his nightgown solemnly replaced with black! But the ghasty humor reaches its climax in the contemplation of or 'second This symbolizes sorrow vanishing through the ministration of the milliner and the mantua-maker! It is an interesting but certainly not an edifying sight to see a blooming young pass through those various stages of grief which rigid etiquette demands, from midnight gloom of costly crape. through the subdued twilight of 'second back to the full daylight of gorgeous Oh, my brother and sister, be honest! If you have a creed, make it honest, and not fashionable. Do not be a clam in mourning or anything else. If you believe in a God (and all good men should) don't insult Him by doubting His goodness by a long veil and "second mourning." Carry your sorrows in your heart, and do not insult God or try to prove your sincerity before your fellow man by wearing crape on your bat for thirty days.

No honest, thinking man will act a lie. A devout cannot afford to cast reflections upon his Maker. I observe that there is a disposition on the part of some of the school board to knock off the distribution of lead and slate pencils, ink, slates, sponges in our public schools. These cost a couple of thousand dollars a year and are used carelessly as all public property is apt to be. Where responsibility and the idea of individual possession end, public extravagance begins.

When everything is thrown into hotch-potch all men look upon the treasury as a grab-bag. All out bad legislation comes from the fact that no one sees clearly what the public funds are, and is indifferent to the fact that all of us pay for the lump sum. As usual, the man who pays the least and lives the most off public office, wants the biggest handful out of the grab-bag; and as it costs him little, he is willing to give the most away. There is an awful delusion about the term "free." Demagogues, use it for special purposes, the office-seeker to get place, and the fool because he knows no better. In plain terms, there is DO such thing as a "free" school, "free" books, "free" pencils, and "free" fiddling, as is now proposed.

In this world you cannot get something for nothing. Your "free" schools, bocks, pencils, sponges, ink and fiddling must be paid for by somebody. The pauper is in favor of this because he pays nothing; the rich man says nothing because he can afford to pay and does not wish to be bothered about the matter. The middle man suffers the most and he is the one we should most think of. But we have got the foolish idea into our heads that by some hocus pocus the public treasury costs nothing--that it is a supernatural thing and springs up in a night liko a mushroom.

All Congressmen have this idea and to-day they are voting away money on a River and Harbor bill when it will require a commission to find out the creeks which are to be improved. All public treasuries are garbbags and the National one being the largest has the most grabbers. And the way we use grabs is demoralizing the people. the name of Heaven let the individual alone and he will become a man. My brother, if you wish to ba a man and self reliant--buy your own lead pencil and pay for yoar boy's fiddling; out of your own pocket.

Lancaster is a trifle behind Reading as a free lunch centre speaking of the free lunch's quantity, but as to its quality, Lancaster can hold its own even with Reading. The quality as well as the quantity of free lunch is a great test of human nature and an infallible indicator of character. For instance, at on3 of MR. BLAINE HOME AGAIN. A GREAT POLITCAL PROCESSION.

The Big Street Demonstration Takes Place Despite Mr. Blaine's Absence--Thirty Thougand Men in Line Reviewed by Mr. Morton. Mr. Blaine, in any event, received tremendous welcome by proxy.

Notwithstanding his non-arrival the parade in his honor in New York Thursday night was one of the largest and most enthusiastic seen there for years. It was three hours and a half passing the on Madison Square. Chief General reviewing Joseph C. Jackson said that the reports turned into him indicated that 40,000 men would turn out. Allowing for all drawbacks and changes, ho gave it as a careful estimate that the number of men actually la line was 30,000.

They represented twenty-seven States. Fifth Avenue, from Fifty-eighth street down, over which the procession passed WAS jammed with an excited thron Hope against hope whispered that MrBlaine would come in time to see per. sonally the estimation in which he is held no longer any room for hope, the When at last advices from quarantine left multitude, marchers and spectators alike. seemed to intensify their expressions of good will toward the moan from Maine. About 8 o'clock Levi P.

Morton was escorted to the reviewing stand in front of Madison Square. He dark cutaway coat with a white flat scarf, and striped gray trousers and a pearl-gray high hat. Republican campaign medal hung by do blue ribbon from the lapel of his coat. His face and figure, so well known in New York, were instantly recognized and the multitude cheered him again and again. Aithough the stand itself was crowded, the small space set apart the distinguished guests was kept clear.

As the head of the procession reached the stand Mr. Morton ascended it, accompanied by Blaine, T. T. Woodruff, Leopard, Hazletine, General Barns, Senator Quay, Van Rensselear, Bruger, General W. T.

Knapp, Barney Boglin, Police Conmissioner Mc-Cabe, General Warne, General Banks, Dr. Loring, of Massachusetts; Senator Griswold, Perry H. Carson, memher of the National Committee trom the District of Columbia; A. L. Conger, of Ohio; Ralph Troutman, General James W.

Chase, Island; General D. F. Burke, Patrick Ford, Austin Fard and General Kirwin. the procession reached the stand and exen battalion caught 2 sight of Mr. Morton lond cheers went up for the candidate for Vice-President, whose presence for the time being dissipated the disappointment caused by Mr.

Blaine's nonarrival. The New York Republican Club, headed by Cappa's Band, passed the stand in review, then drew up on the other side of the roadway and halted. The rest of the procession passed, giving a marching salute. There was no speechmaking, but as soon as the procession reached Twentythird street it disbanded. Mr.

Blaine Arrives. NEw York, August steamship City of New York was boarded five miles off Sandy Hook about 8 o'clock, while she was at anchor awaiting high tide to cross the bar. Mr. Blaine was found in excellent health, and said the voyage was pleasant and uneventful, and that the trip had renewed his youth. He was taken aboard the steam boat Laura M.

Starin which proceeded to the city, followed by the City of New York, the latter being handsomely dressed with flage, Tugs along the route blew salutes as the boats passed up. Mr. Blaine WAS accompanied by Whitelaw Reid and Mr. Pool, of the Republican Club, and was cheered loudly and often by clubs on board the tugs which had gone to meet him. He was welcomed on the boat by Mr.

Bartlett in a pleasant speech, to which Mr. Blaine replied, expressing great gratification at the hearty and referring to Sheridan's death, which was the first piece of American news he heard as the only thing which shadowed the occasion. Fle outlined the coming campaign and said it was not a contest of capital against capital, but the whole pith of the question was whether the mass of American workmen shall be seriously reduced in their daily emolument. Receiving Friends. While Mr.

Blaine was speaking the cabin was packed to the utmost limit and from the deck, eager to hear every word. heads were thrust through the windows or The greatest enthusiasm prevailed and every point made was quickly seized and cheered, and outburst of cheering followed the conclusion of the brief speech. Blaine was escorted into the ladies' saloon where he received a number of friends. In a little while he ascended to the saloon of the upper deck where he received the congratulations of all having a pleasant word for all, who greeted him. While there he was handed 8,0 address by Edward Fitzwilliam, of Boston, representing Workingmen's Protective Union of Massachusetts.

He was presented with an Murat Halstead, representing the Young Men's Blaine Club, of Cincinnati. As to the part he will take in the campaign, Mr. Blaine said be could not say yet, but thought he would not go outside of Maine until after the State election there. He has not decided when he will leave for home. Mr.

Blaine and all on board. disembarked at the" 22nd street pier. Mr. Blaine was escorted to an open carriage by Messrs. Pool and Bartlett, of the Republican Club, and was at once driven to the Fifth Avenue Hotel.

Mrs. Blaine, Miss Blaine, Miss Dodge, Walker Blaine, Mr. and Mrs. James G. Blaine, and others were rapidly driven to the hotel in other carriages awaiting the party on the pier.

The events as they occurred on the boat from the moment Mr. Blaine boarded it were quickly recorded and sent to the Associated Press by carrier pigeons. A pigeon Mrs. James G. Blaine Jr.

dispatched at quarantine earlier in the morning arrived at its destination with its message within haif an hour. At the hotel were Levi P. Morton, William Walter Phelps, Chairman Quay and many others. Great crowds were outside and in the corridors, and loudly called for a speech. Mr.

Blaine merely thanked them for the tribute, and he and his family retired to their apartments. THE CUMBERLAND BALL. A Queer Campaign Device to be Rolled All Over the Country. The most striking feature of the parade was a huge ball, fourteon feet in diameter, which it is proposed to roll all over the country as a sort of campaign document, and which arrived in New York WednesShorton ball, sphere and is called painted the red, white Harrisonand and blue and inscribed with more: or less rhythmic verse. The idea of the construction of this ball was conceived in Oumberiand, by several citizens of that town upon the day of Gen.

Harrison's nomination and its appropriateuess struck them most forcibly when they remembered that the first ball of the kind ever made, and which was rolled about from one town to another by enthusiastic young politicians, was built in that very town of Cumberland in honor of the nomination of Gen. Harrison's grandfather. It formed one of the most novel features of the Tippecanoe campaign, and was rolled from Cumberland Baltimore, where it was subsequently for kindling broken wood. That ball, however, was not nearly as large or elaborate as the one which was started rolling in this parade. It arrived rail at Jersey City Wednesday morning and was put together in the lumber yard of Clark Wilkins, at at the foot of West Eleventh street.

The bail is a canvas covered sphere forty-two feet in circumference, and is built about an immense wheel or rim, on which it rolls. This wheel is about eight inches thick, of heavy wood, with a quarter-inch iron tire. From its inside edge thirtyeight iron hoops bend towards the poles, and upon these the canvas cover is stretched, the number being symbolical of the States of the Union. Fifteen gross of screws and 128 bolts were used in the construction BUTCHERED BY BRUTES. A HORRIBLE CRIME UNEARTHED.

An Old Woman's Lipa Bitten From Her Mouth by Her Stepson and Her Skull Covered With Gory Wounds. The Ghastly Scene, A case in which the most fiendish brutality is exhibited was unearthed by Detective C. A. Oliver, of New Brunswick, N. at South Amboy, Wednesday.

The detective was engaged in picking up clews in the Griffin murder case when he incidentally learned of a horrible outrage having been committed upon an old Polish woman, Rosella Wysocks, by Grabosh and Abraham Snyder in a disreputable quarter of the old town. He found the apartment of the woman, where a horrifying spectacle met his gaze. The woman lay upon a ragged pallet breathing faintly. Bending over her he was startled upon beholding that her lips had been torn from her mouth, and that teeth of both jaws were visible where the cheeks had been torn in a horrible manner. Her gray hair was matted with blood, Find several gory wounds appeared on the skull.

She was unconscious. From the Poles living in the neighborhood a reporter learned the story of the crime. Some days ago Mrs. Wysocks, who is a widow fifty years old, incurred the enmity of Grabosh and Snyder, the latter being her stepson. On Monday, while the old woman was alone, these men entered the dining apartment with the evident intention of murdering her.

Grabosh seized a hammer and beat her over the head, while the brutal stepson fastened his teeth to her lips, biting off one at a and ejecting them upon the floor, where they were subsequently found lying beside the blood stained hammer. Although the outrage was known at South Amboy within half an hour of its occurrence there was not a physician who would volunteer to go to the victim's aid. The county physician, who lives at Milltown, a suburban village of New Brunswiek, took the case in charge and found her in almost a dying condition. He said Wednesday night that she might recover with careful nursing, although it was not probable. After search Detective Oliver succeeded in capturing the fiends who committed the outrage.

They were handcuffed and taken to New Brunswick and fully committed for trial. When the full details of the crime were known at South Amboy there was some talk of lynching the brutes, but they were then far out of the reach of the angry mob, which had clustered about the house of the unfortunate woman. A HERMIT'S HOARDED WEALTH. Bank Books Representing $20,000 Found in Elis House After Mia Death. The recent death of Sally Turner, aged 82, in the northern part of Hanover, and the subsequent finding of a large amount of money and other property, is again brought to mind by the death of Levi H.

Damon, aged 64, at South Hanover. Damon was born in Situate, and spent his early life upon the sea. He seidom had anything to do with his neighbors and very little with his relatives. He spent very little money and led a hermit-like existence. He was last seen about two weeks ago, and as nothing was seen about his place to show thathe was there, the neighbors broke open the door and found him dead on the floor in his workshop.

In a small hole in the attic five bank books were found, which showed deposits in banks in Cohasset, Hingham, Abington, Boston and Situate to the amount of $7,000. In one book there was a deposit of $1,100, made twenty-eight years ago, upon which no interest had been drawn. The same was true of the other books, and it is estimated that, with the compound interest, there will be some $20,000. He had a trunk which he had given some one to keep for him. In this trunk there is thought to be more of his papers, and also more money.

His relatives said that he owned bonds, and, as these have been found, it is expected that the trunk contains them. One curious fact was that he always slept in a corner of his house and never used a bed, preferring to lie upon some rags on the floor. A CHEAP ELOPEMENT. Attired in Cowboy Rig a Boy Walks a Girl from Trenton. A pair of runaways--Ada Grant, 13 years old, and Harry G.

Carson, aged about 18 years--were arrested at the Broad Street Station, Philadelphia, Wednesday night by Officer Alfred Koenig, of the Twentieth district. The girl, who is very small for her age, attracted the policeman's attention while wandering aimlessly about the depot. She told him that she lived at Lawrence Station, N. but had left there a week ago with Carson, for whom she was waiting. Carson, arrayed in cowboy attire, came up while the girl was talking to the officer, and both were locked up.

At the Central Station the girl said that she had walked from Trenton to having started on Thursday last, and slept in barns on the way. She acknowledged that she was in a delicate condition, and said that Carson and her stepfather were responsible for it. Carson said he intended marry the girl. He was committed to prison, and the girl was handed over the Society for the Protection of Children from Cruelty. A Mormon Bishop's Crime.

At Salt Lake City, Utah, United States Deputy Marshals Franks and Cannon have made an arrest of two accused murderers, who twenty-nine years ago shot a man in cold blood upon the streets there. The principal in the murder is Howard 0. Spencer, and his accomplice is George Stringham. Their victim was Sergeant Pike, of the United States army. The murder was committed in 1859, when Albert Sidney Johnston's regiment was in Utah at Camp Floyd.

Howard 0. Spencer, then a daring and quarrelsome young mau, went down to Camp Floid and got into a row with the soldiers. Sergeant Pike gave him a thrashing. Some time later Spencer saw Pike coming from the hotel and shot him in the back, killing him instantly. He was never even indicted, and has since held a Mormon bishopric in the southern part of the Territory, where for many succeeding years he lived.

July 4, Warden Pratt saw the man in Liberty Park in Salt Lake City in the municipality and recognized him. He kept a watch on him every day until the necessary papers to make an arrest were procured. 'The alleged abettor in the crime, George Stringham, has also been arrested. A 817,000 Mall Robbery. It has been learned that a bold mail robbery was committed on the Missouri Pacific Road between Jefferson City and St.

Louis, August 4, in which over $17,000 was stolen, of which $5,000 was from the State Treasury. The discovery of the crime was accidental. Two farmers near Washington, were approaching 2 suspicious looking man on tho highway when became frightened, and in attempting to flee dropped a large package. The farmers secured it and at once discovered that it was plunder from a mail robbery. They turned it over to the postmaster, who notified the postal authorities and a secret service agent from St.

Louis is now endeavoring to trace the robbers. Bucied in Fallen Walls. CHATTANOOGA, Aug. last night destroyed Grifts Caldwell block and two other buildings, causing a loss of $400,000. A dozen firms suffer heavy losses.

A wall fell in and four men were buried. Two are still in the ruins and two taken out are fatally hurt. J. M. McMillan, a prominent citizen, was lost the fire, but the names of the others a not known, BUT ONE PASSENGER ESCAPED.

A Broken Rail Throws a Car Down an Embankment. A mixed train on the Fairland branch of the Cincinnati, Indianapolis, St. Louis and Chicago Road was thrown from the track Wednesday morning rear Morgantown, by a broken rail. The baggage car and single passenger coach rolled down a thirty-foot embankment, and every person in the car, with one exception, received injuries. No one was killed outright, but one or two may die.

The seriously injured are: Thomas Somerville, conductor, three ribs broken; Mrs. Kund, Beancastle, arm broken and injured about head; Mrs. Trewett, Cartersburg, collar bone broken; Mrs. Hancock, Morgantown, injured in thigh; Jacob Eckert, Indianapolis, internal injuries, probably fatal; Mrs. Will Morgan, Indianapolis, bruised about head, and her three children were also injured; J.

G. Crole, Martinsville, broken jaw; William Pierson, Rushville, head cut; Mrs. Rozinnous, Indianapolis, bruised about head and shoulders, and her daughter cut; H. S. Hatthews, badly injured in hip; Mrs.

Lyons, Louisville, back sprained and seriously cut about head and eyes; Mrs. C. Goyns, Morgantown, spine injured; T. L. Ocenchain, Morgantown, head and shoulders cut; Charles Eckert, Indianapolis, arm cut off, eye gone and face badly cut, may die.

HER LIFE ENDED IN SQUALOR. But in Her Early Days Mrs. Scott was Rich and Well Known, For several months Mrs. Frances A. Scott has lived in a wretched room in the Waldron Block, Memphis, earning a precarious living by sewing for other inmates of the building.

She was quiet and unobtrusive, and but little could be learned of her past life. Early Wednesday morning her postrate form was discovered lying on the floor of the squalid apartments, partly clothed an and apparently lifeless. By her side two small vials containing chloroform and morphine. One containing the morphine had been opened and about of its contents used. Every effort was made to arouse her, but without success.

The deceased was the widow of Gen. Scott, of Louisiana, an ex-Confederate commander, and the Coroner is soliciting subscriptions to send the body to New Orleans, where it can be interred by the side of her husband. It has been embalmed for shipment. Mrs. Scott was the daughter of Gen.

W. A. Sparks, and her husband was at one time a wealthy newspaper man of New Orleans. During the war he composed the famous verses, "Somebody's Darling," which gave the author national fame. The deceased was fifty-three years of age.

Fleeced By Banco Men, S. M. Rackett, a wealthy farmer of Cambeland county, living about ten miles from Carlisle, has been made the victim of bunco men, who succeed in fleecing him out of $2,000. On Tuesday two strangers called on Mr. Rackett for the purpose of purchasing his The price asked was $10.000.

The strangers left promising to return the following day to see the ground and crops. On Wednesday they called and Mr. Rackett conducted them over his farm. A third stranger put in an appearance and showed them large sums of money and three playing cards. One of the farm purchasing strangers took a band and won $2,000.

Mr. Rackett was prevailed upon to play and soon won $2,000 also. seemed, to change then and Mr. Rackett was loser to the amount of $2,000. The strangers then left promising to return the next day and make their purchase of the farm.

The first two claimed to be merchants from Baltimore. This is the second victim inside of a week. Banker James' Typewriter. The only person in New York, if not in the country, who enjoys the distinction of employing a daughter of a millionaire as a typewriter is ex Postmaster-General Thomas L. James, now President of the Lincoln Bank.

The interesting young lady is Miss Jennie Wehle, the daughter of Charles Wehle, the known lawyer and real estate owner, who has a luxurious home in Sixty-sixth street. The only reason Miss Wehle has to be a typewriter is because she loves her work. With a delightful home, and with almost everything that money could buy, a finished education and possessed of many natural accomplishments, she has chosen to be a typewriter instead of a society girl. Indeed, it is whispered among her friends that she has declined more than one flattering proposal of marriage because she know that in order to marry she would have to give up the occupation of a typewriter. Lightning Passes Through a Bed.

Lightning struck the dwelling of William Grove, en Gazzan Hill, Pittsburg, Wednesday morning. Grove and his wife were asleep when the storm broke. The bolt struck the chimney, and, after shattering it, entered the sleeping-room. It passed through a bed, the springs acting as a conductor, and the entire left side of Grove's body was burned. Mrs.

Grove was rendered unconscious, but recovered in a short time. Grove was removed to a hospital, where he is lying in a critical condition. The other occupants of the house were only stunned, but were terribly frightened. The house was so badly shattered that it will have to be rebuilt. Bugs Bury an Objectionable Snake.

McKeesport News. A short time ago: a small snake was killed near the residence of Mr. Filiabaum, the Lincoln township gardener. The reptile was left lying on the field of slaughter, and nothing more was thought of it until a few days later, when Mr. Fillabaum had occasion to go" near the spot, when his attention was attracted to number of pinch bugs crawling around in that vicinity.

The gentleman watched the operations of the little insects, and soon discovered that they were digging a ditch or trench, which when completed was used as a receptacle for the body of the snake, which was rolled into the ditch, and the dirt carefully relaid. Mr. Fillabaum investigated the matter, and claims that the snake was thrown near a nest of the insects, and they took objections to the when it began to decompose, and consequently buried it. Throttled by a Lunatic. Station Agent Kittrell, of the Whittenton Junction station on the Old Colony Railroad, Tuesday night had gone around the bend to light the signals, and was returning when a man sprang at him from the bushes, grasped him by the throat and demanded $3.

The man's hold never loosened, although Kittrell struggled to free himself and shouted for help. In a moment he was en the railroad track with the man astride him. He soon lost consciousness. When he revived Operator Toomey was working over him and the assailant was not in condition to do more harm. Afterwards the fellow was secured and brought to the station.

He proved to be an escaped lunatic, who it is said, knocked out several attendants at the asylum and then ran barefooted up the road and into the woods. He was a young man and appeared to have the strength of four ordinary men. Lots of Gold in the Boulder Country, Two prospectors came in to Livingston, Montana, form the Boulder country Tuesday, bringing with them a buckskin bag containing over $2,000 in gold, which they bad pounded out with sledge hammers on Flat Rocks. They also brought the richest specimen of quartz ever seen in the Territory. The specimen was about the size of an ordinary cocoanut, so soft that it could be pounded with a hammer, and was full of fine wire gold plainly visible to the naked eye.

The Boulder district has, until within a comparatively recent time, been a part of the Crow Indian reservation, but it is now open to settlement. The prospectors say it promises to be one of the richest mineral districts in that part of the country. MAXWELL IS HANGED. THE MURDER OF PRELLER AVENCED. He Leaves a Statement In Which the Idea cf Boasted Liberty and Justice in America is Ridiculed Face An Ashen Hue.

Governor Morehouse Thursday- refused to grant a further respite to Maxwell. The news was conveyed to the condemned man by his confessor, Father Tihan. Maxwell blanched and his lips trembled, but he soon recovered. After the departure of the priest the following telegram was handed Maxwell by a deputy from his lawyer, John I. Martin: "Commutation of sentence refused by Governor Morehouse.

Respite refused." Maxwell read the message slowly, folded it carefully and placed it in his pocket. Then followed a pathetic scene. Mrs. Brooks, mother of the condemned, and Miss Brooks, his sister, had learned of the result at Jefferson City, through the Coroner's clerk, John F. Ryan.

They asked to be permitted to go inside the screen to meet the son and brother and the request was granted. When they reached the cell Mrs. Brooks rushed into her son's arms and embraced him warmly, kissing him twice and crying out, "Oh, my poor, hunted boy!" Then the sister embraced her doomed brother. Both ladies were in tears, but endeavoring to hide their emotion, Maxwell was deeply affected and for a time lost control of himself, but soon rallied and presented an undisturbed exterior. In response to a query he said he would like to see his father before he died.

When Mrs. Brooks and daughter departed it was with the understanding that they were to be granted another meeting with the condemned man. There great crowd in and about the jail and intense interest is being manifested. ST. LOUIS, August and Henry Landgraf were hanged in the jail yard at 8:56.

Maxwell arose at daybreak, after a troubled night, and received communion at the hands of Father Tiban, who afterwards performed the like office for Landgraf. Maxwell donned a neat black suit of funeral clothes, as did also Landgraf, but the former's were of much finer texture. Maxwell pale and ill at ease, while Landgraf appeared cool and collected. Both ate breakfast shortly before 6. Landgraf ate heartily but the Englishman touched his sparingly and it was plain to be seen all his assumed indifference had departed.

Maxwell gave to the press a written statement addressed to the "People of England" in which he ridicules the idea of boasted liberty and justice in America. He declares his conviction was secured through perjured testimony. At 8:47 the sheriff entered the cell where both men were and read the death warrants, Maxwell's being read first. He was pale and wore an ashen hue, growing weaker all the time. The march to the scaffold was then taken up, Landgraf being apparently unconcerned, Maxwell wore a pitiable expression.

Neither bad anything and caps were drawn and both launched in eternity. Landgraf's crime was the murder of his sweet heart, Annie Tisch, aged eighteen years, on March 5, 1885, through jealousy. Maxwell's crime, the murder in the Southern Hotel, April 6, 1885, is too well known to need repeating. Henry Riedel lenged. NEW CASTLE, Aug.

Henry Riedel was hanged at 12:42 this afternoon. OBSERVED AND NOTED. The first time I saw General Sheridan was in 1870-in Topeka, Kansas. He was simply passing through to some far western post and did not stop in the city. I followed the crowd across the bridge and saw the hero of Wincester, Cedar Creek, Five Forks, and who once could have entered Richmond before its final fall, but would not sacrifice his men to gain a useless laurel.

This was eighteen years ago and so he was only thirty-nine-with a fame and name neither history, his country nor the world can or will let die. He was then in the heyday of mature manhood, with a body which seemed cast iron and a rou head which would laugh at embattlement or bayonetted guarded square. He seemed to me then the keen, alert trooper, fond of grand exploits and mighty enterprises, who would be terrible in battle, fierce in oath, but generous as sunshine and liberal as the boundless prodigality of the Irish race. Flattery could not spoil him as he was a man and not an accident. He fought his way, and necessity accepted his merit.

The man who started out to win a major's epaulettes was not likely to be upset by greater fortune. A'l brave men are modest, and all honest ones, too. The bronzed face of Sheridan almost blushed as he received the cheers of the crowds for the few minutes he stopped by the muddy banks of the Caw River. That was a simple glimpse of the man when he bad the bronze of battle on his face, and the tough sinews of the rider from Winchester to Cedar Creek in arm and thigh. Ten years passed and I was sitting in the barber shop of the Palmer House, Chicago.

It was the time of the great convention. As I took my seat I looked at the man who was sitting down nextio me. He was General Sheridan. He had grown even then very stout. His face had a ruddy Lue; his moustache was changing to the grizzled gray, and his close cropped hair showed the signs of advancing years.

But the same physique was there and the keen piercing eye. arose at the same time and I was introduced. I wore a Grant badge -I went down with the It may be for this his hand gave a more generous presure and that keen eye which flashed so terrible in battle had a merrier twinkle. I never spoke to General Sheridan again, but that one look he gave me, that hearty band shake, the generous, off-band words, the lack of formality and the whole personal effect the man had on me -made me am not much of a soldier and not cut out for a rough rider-but wheresoever you lead, I will follow." In a casual way I have been introduced to Grant, Sherman, Hancock and Sheridan. In a personal way the last two impressed me the most-but Sheridan above all others.

I have more of 1880. Now that the great leader has than once spoken to you of the convention fallen and buried among heroes, I go back in heroic recollection tO the time I first and for the last time clasped the hand of Philip H. Sheridan. A grand man -a heroic man and as General Grant has well said, the finest general of the age. General Grant could generously say this as I think he was the mightiest military man this or any age has produced.

It was necessary for him to be the central figure, and Sheridan and Sherman his grand and awful lieutenants. Reason leads me to bow before the Mighty Silent Leader as the greatest of them all; I admire the genius of of of of of of of Sherman, but when it comes to a matter of heart, feeling and of hero worship, let me grasp the chivalrous hands of Sheridan and Hancock. It is said that Gen. Grant never swore. The same is said of Stonewall Jackson.

Soldiers looked upon the latter in a kind of mysterious awe, as did an earlier age upon Joan of Arc. Religious enthusiasm may be the inspiration of one man and create a following, but as a general thing a good round oath inspires the average man, because he understands it and is nerved by it. The fatalist creed the Musselman made a brave soldiery for while, but it has not lasted long and will not win. But the man who can defy all accepted notions and make an oath a part of himself can do wonders. I can conceive of a Grant who did not swear, but I cannot think of a Sheridan who could not.

I know men who lose by an oath and I have beard others use profanity who could not have been natural without it. What would old Lancaster's most popular houses devoted to the purveying of creature comforts in liquid form they construct an incidental attraction which has been given the name of the "Cannibal Sandwich." This delectable morsel is made of raw beef chopped fine and inserted between slices of fresh bread, To the average absorber of malt beverage the cannibal sandwich does not present those inducements which make children cry for it, but if you sit down quietly with your mug of foaming beer and keep your eye on folks who come in and select this uncooked contribution to those who have and are willing to exchange them nickels for beer, you will be surprised to see how many mild-mannered men there are who eat and evidently enjoy them. Mildmannered men? Yes, in public. But I believe that the man who goes up deliberately and takes raw meat lunch, whenthere are cooked things before him that will make even an "unhungry" man's mouth water, isn't so at home. I think he'll abuse his wife.

No reflection on the lunch. It takes genius to find out tastes that can enjoy even a cannibal sandwich and then successfully cater to them. Then there is the man who robs a sandwich. The same enjoyable place that was equal to concocting the cannibal sandwich piles on its table daily dainty biscuits, lined with good ham, cut thin to maintain the character of the morsel. A gentleman sees at once the idea of this, and eats accordingly.

He is welcome to eat as many as he likes, keeping a generous and watchful eye Onl mug or glass, for himself and friends, so that its capacity is appreciated. But what do you think of the man who takes one of these melting biscuits, opens it, and then opens half a dozen more, takes out the meat from each and enriches his one biscuit with it, leaving the rest hamless and disappointing to the next who comes? There's a man like that at the lunch table I am speaking of. Then there's the customer who invests five cents in a beer and eats a big portion of everything there happens to be on the table. Some folks can make a glass of beer go a long way, and there is one man I have observed and noted in this town who can make a glass go farther than a good many of these people put together. While the beer is slowly being absorbed this free lunch fiend will make a cleansweep of sandwiches, bologna, cheese, pickles and everything else the table is spread with, and then wait until the dishes are replenished, when he glibly annihilates their contents with a grace and suavity that are worth the price of several beers to see.

Our friends from the rural districts are very clever at knocking out a free lunch, and a leading restauranteur of this city told me the other day that the free lunch route of Lancaster saved twenty thousand good dollars to the agricultural interests of the county every year. A professional friend of mine in this city, whose name I will not mention as he is as modest as he is solid, honest and square, told me that he enjoyed the sketch I drew of country boys seeing the dawn. The fact of the matter was he had been there himself as I had been. But he told me I had not mentioned one thing about kicking up the cows in the frosty all morning about and it after getting while. mad.

I Before will tell going you into details, I am glad to say that I know and handsome professional friend was once that my whole broad-shouldered a country boy. The fact is that the men who have made their mark from New York to the center of the universe have been country lads. I tell you what, there is nothing like getting between two plow handles and having your short ribs knocked in by a hidden stone. But let me to getting the cattle home and I will begin with the summer time and my own old home. When I was a lad there was a long stretch of woods, swamp and underbresh between Col.

Miles Down's spring and the end of Major. Rost. W. Morris' farmending at the Buck schoolhouse. The whole stretch was through the Major's farm, and into this he turned his stock till the regular pasture grew rich.

He brought me up--an uncle of mine--and the jollinst, most sensible and best teacher I ever had. But I had to bring in the cows. I went out with the dog, of course, and sometimes on the bare back of a horse. Did you ever see that Rodgers group ot a dog digging at 2 hole of a groundbog, a boy lying on his belly, with the rein of 3 horse in his hand? I never look at that group that I do not sigh for boyhood. Old friend, I bave been there and you have, too.

I never went out for the Cows in the early summer that "me and Jack" bad not occasion to put in some time chasing ground squirrels, a stray rabbit or inspecting a hole. When the shadows were falling fast we suddenly recollected that we were sent for cows. They were scattered through that long stretch woods, of course. I do not think "Jack" was of much use to me as he was more inclined to drive a tardy cow the wrong way than the right. But by some means we got the cattle home and frequently a scolding from the milkers.

But my uncle, the major, always chuckled. He had been a himself and fifty years before me had wasted the afternoon seeing another "Jack," scratch a groundhog hole up there on the knoll of the chestaut tree field. But let me go on to the Fall. This is the time my Lancaster friend spoke about. There seems to be a propensity for cattle to scatter themselves in frosty weather.

Then they go as far as fence will let them. You are out in your bare feet. Frost is on the ground. You kick up a steer and stand where he slept. How pleasant that warm spot feels! How you hate to leave it Still how lazy the cattle are.

They hate to get up and detest moving. When they do arise it is with as much deliberation as -a Supreme Court Judge over a case six years behind. The steer humps his back like a bucking horse, curls his tail as it it needed more sleep, gives forth a snort of an experimental nature as if to test his breathing apparatus, and then lazily stretches himself as if expostulating over his untimely awakening. Then he nibbles a bit of grass and meanders off in the wrong direction. The white frost is on the grass and you are in your bare feet.

You shout at the next cow on the knoll. She apparently does not understand you. You look for a stone and cannot find one. If you do, you cannot hit her. "Jack" is over at that tree barking at an imaginary squirrel.

He is not worth a cent to stir up a cow. He is simply a boy's moral support. You are not looking at the dawn a bit? You ATE crying "ouch" over the opening of an old wound on big toe. There lie the lazy cattle. They are scattered all over a twenty acre field.

They stand upon their dignity and demand a personal visit. You make it with a swear word and a stone for a card if you can fine one. At last you get all the kinel aroused. They stretch, yawn, screw their tails, wonder off the wrong way, snort a little, bellow maybe in a perfunctory, but not amorous way and then you get their sleepy heads turned homeward. You get there at last.

Have you been looking at the dawn? Not by a sight. Salvation in a Gin Shop. A prominent saloon keeper of Shenan- doah has, through Councilman Porter, issued an invitation to the Salvation Army to visit his saloon on next Sunday and bold religious Services for the benefit of his regular trade. To make it an object for them to acquiesce in his proposal he agrees to give them three dollars in case they come. The army officers say they wilt not be bluffed, but that they will be on hand.

Wicked Train Wreckers' Fatal Work, A fiendish crime was committed Wednesday morning by train wreckers six miles from Waco, Texas, on the Texas Central Road. Pieces of timber Were fastened to the track and the night ex. press was derailed, the locomotive demolishednerd. R. several Moses cars was badly killed damaged.

outright, his fireman terribly scalded, and half a dozen passengers injured. A sheriff's posse is scouring the country for the crimminals, and the railroad company offers $1,000 reward each for their capture..