The Algona Upper Des Moines from Algona, Iowa on October 28, 1891 · Page 3
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Algona, Iowa
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THE TIPPER DESMOlNES, ALGON A, IOWA, WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 28,1891. V ONICA. /- A TRUE LOVE STORY. J-tlSty uncle is at death's door," he says, ir oicethat quivers with rage and nxcito Ifc "Coming home late last night he wa» tat by some rnlftans from bcldnd tin Ckthorn hedge on the C^ole road. Hi i you, Miss Blake" (toPriscilla). '-Hi skingforyou. You will not «fuse to iie to ft man who may bodying, for all wo t>w 1 1 have brought the carriage for yon. 11 Implore yon not to delay, but to cmn< him at ones." .tlss Priscilla lias sunk into n chair, and iuite colorless; Miss Penelope clasps hei inds. f'Oh, poor 'GeorgeJ" she says, involnn- •ily. His present danger has killed re- •inembrance o£ all the angry years that stand between to-day and tlio time when last she "(Called him by his Christian name.. "" "When did it liuppen? JlowV" asks Monica,-tightening her fingers round his, and tjfembliug visibly.. " "About te^ri o'clock last evening. Hot!. Kelly and I were With him, and a groom. •Two shots were fired. Kelly and Ijnmpoi off the dog-cart and gave chase, and succeeded in securing; ono of them. There WIT four altogether, 1 think. We did not, knou my uncle was wounded when we ran nfti'i them, but when we came back we found Murray the groom holding him in his arms. He was quite insensible. I left Kelly anil Murray to guard our.prisoner, and drove my uncle home myself. He Is very badly hnri. Miss Bloke," turning again to MissPriscilla, "you will come with me? 1 ' "Oh, yes, yes," says Miss Priscilla, faintly. "Aud I shall go with you, my dear Pris- cWla," says Miss Penelope, heroically. "Yes, yo/u will want me. To lind yourself face t gfmj^vlth him after all these years ot estrangement and In so sad a state will bi 1 distressing. It-is well I should boon the spot to lend you some, support." •MissPriscllla lays her hand-on her arm. .>! think I shall go alone, Penelope," she ifty's, faltering. For one moment Miss Penelope is a little surprised, aud then in another moment she is not surprised at all. But I believe In her heart she is a good deal disappointed; there is a flavor of romance, and excitement about this expedition she would gladly have tasted. "Well, perhaps it will be better-so," she says, amiably. "I am glad lie has sent, for you. He will be tho easier for your forgiveness, though he cannot obtain hers, now. Come up stairs; yon should hot Uccp Mr. Desmond wailing." There is a kinflly light in her eyes as she glances at the-yonm; man. And then she takes Miss Prisd a-waytoher room, and helps her carefully witli her toilet, and accepts the situation as a matter of course, though in her secret soul she is filled with amazement nt. The Ue.-mend's sending for Miss Priscilla even though lying at death's ,door. And indeed when the* old man hacVtnnied jo Brian and asked him to bring Miss Blako •<7'o Coole, Brian himself had known surprise too, and some, misgivings. Was he. going to make her swear never to give her consent to Jilf '^Brian's) marriage with her niece'.'or was he going to make open confession of that dishonorable action which caused Miss Blake's pretty step-sister to suffer dlr.- tritttilnlion, according to the gossips round. Jjl should like to sec Prise-ilia Blake," tho ^o8_Squire had said, in alow whisper, his i&j^how leaning over him to catch the vjji'ds, and then, ho. had m';tered some, $l4i)g about "old friends and forgiveness," 33ia''t had not so easily been understood. "You shall aeo her,", the younger man sa. , tenderly. "I'll go for her inyscll'. I ill sure she won't refuse to conic." "Jf:/»sc.'" There is something in the Squire's whisper that puzzles Brian. ''I am certain she will not," he repeats mechanically, whilst trying to translate i/;. But tlio look has faded from the old man's face, and his tone is different, when ho speaks again. "If she is afraid to come," he says, ireyi'i- ously, having evidently settled some knotty point of inward discussion to his entire, satisfaction,'toll herf rom mo that I am ready and willing to forgive all." "You mean you are anxious to obtain her forgiveness," says Brian, with .the kindly intention of assisting tho old man's wandering imagination. , "Eli?" says the Squire, sharply. "What d'yo mean, Brian? Speak, lad, when I desire you." "Look here, George 1 if you excite yourself like this you know what the consequences will be," says Brian, sharply in his turn. "I only meant that, as you— or—jilted their step-sister, I supposed you were anxious to obtain their pardon, now you feel yourself pretty low. But Pel advise you to wait and see about that when you have re- coverijd your strength a little." "And you believed that old story too!" says the poor Squire, forlornly. "I didn't jilt her at all, Brian. It was shejlltcdme!" "WluiA 1 " says Brian, turning to see if tho bullet had touched his brain instead of his ribs. '"Tis true. I tell you, that girl broke my heart She was the prettiest creature I ever iw, with soft dove's eyes, and a heavenly 'Smile, and no more heart than that," striking the post of tlio old-fashioned bedstead : lth his uninjured arm. "I gave myself up to her, I worshipped the very ground she walked on, and within a fortnight of our wedding she calmly wrote to tell me she '•finarry me!" v reasoti?" i shv, : I prqsume, could not •lent-courage to tell the wretch "?d of her love for another. Reason. She entreated me, rtajsilence about the real au- ar between us,—that is, her, TpYihe one to break-off onr •I n>-|o bear all the blame I '•>neeal her share in it, " ne, as a last favor, I'd to understand I, VT '; I 4- v J.JL He Stoye. Ife ' rt specimen of 'rising his brows. Wood and Iron churns, etc, LetJJkept roofing, eave spoW' ld .- •,•—••- b * St; a low, des]Sc- fjio seek a wo- are them at the f— • _^ With her re•)•• M\ Inquire, shame I F\ ri nt> " Ol > tuo • * * p Tery respect. I ¥ " K eerfully have as a thief, if pjild have saved "he was afraid ed them then, .„ fear of them }|were as true as \J am now prefl \im« ot tk» WP n >" W* JMan. i . u r * »:they would be- m§ntS before.,*?",says Mr. Des- ||ike?" says Brian, hem to •11 these years, and let me near tne m-urit < 'the battle, "when they knew 1 was innorvn and that it was their own fk-s'i ami blooi who'was" in fault. Yet they tnrm-d tlici hacks upon me, and have treated me ,.vc- Since as though I were in reality tin- ims creant they have succeeded in making me out." . "There is n terrible mistake somewhere, says Brisln. ''They do Verily believe you to be the miscreant you describe." "Brian, come hero!" says the old man, h an ominously calm tone. "Do you mean to tell me Priscilla Blake believes me guilty 01 having behaved dishonestly to her sistei Katherine? You positively think this?' "I Tmoto it," says Brian, who feels it is better to get out the plain unvarnished truth at once. "You have no doiiht? Think. Brian; think." "I needn't There Is no doubt on my mind." "Then she deceived us all," says the Squire, in a stricken tone. Then he rouses himself again. Ho seems to have recovered his strength wonderfully during the past hour. "Go get me Priscllla Blake," he says "Hurry, boy t hurry I I mpst make It right with her before Idle." "Before you recover, you mean," say8 Brian, cheerily. "There I lie down now, and keep yourself quiet, or you won't bo looking your best when she comes." * * * ' * * * . And now Miss Priseilla has come, and is standing beside tho bed of her quondam friend, looking down upon him with dim eyes. "I am sorry to meet yon again like this, George Desmond," she says, at last, in tones meant to bo full of relentless displeasure, but which falter strangely. "She made as great a fool of you as of me, Priscilla," is the Squire's answer, whoso tired mind can only grasp one thought,—tho treachery of the, woman ho had loved I And then it all comes out, and the letter the false Katherine had written him is brought out from a little secret drawer, bound round witli orthodox blue ribbon, and smelling sadly of dust, as though to remind one ol tho mortality of all things, of warmesl sweetest love, of truest trust, and indeed of that fair but worthless body from whose hand it came, now lying inolderhig aud f6r- gotten in a foreign land. "Oh, I wouldn't have believed it of herF says Miss Priscilla, weeping bitterly; .'"But there must have been something wrong with her always, though we could never see it. What an angel face she had I But tho children, they speak terribly of her, and they say—that she—and James Beresford—did not get on at all." "Eh?" says the Squire. He raises himself on his sound elbow, and quite a glow of color rushes into his pallid check. Then, with a groan of self-contempt, he sinks back again, and the light in his eye (was it of satisfaction?) dies. "You have met Brian," ho says, presently. "What do you think of him, Priscilla? He is a good lad,— nvery good lad." "He looks it," says Miss Priscilla, shortly. "He does," heartily. "Well, I'm told this boy of mine is in love with your girl." "Who told you," says Miss Priscilla. "Brian himself," says the Squire. "I like that in him," says Miss Priseilla, "Well, George, if you -w.ilI look upon that as settled, so shall I." "So be it," says the Squire. "Eh, my dear? but doesn't it make us feel old to be discussing the love-affairs of those young things, when it seems only yesterday that we—that you and I, Priscilla " "That is buried long ago; don't rake itup. It died when first your eyes fell on her," says Miss Blake, hurriedly. "I was a fool," says Iho Squire. "But, somehow, since I havo been talking to yon, I don't think I'm going to die, this time, and old scenes come back to me, and—1 suppose it is too latu now, Priscilla?" There is no mistaking his meaning. "Oh, yes; a whole lifetime (oo late," says Miss Priscilla, with a soft, faint blush that would not have misbecome a maiden in her toons.'"But I am'gl'ul wo are friends again, Ueorgo." She pivsses his hand with i-oal affection, and then colors again warmly, as though afraid of having discovered herself in the act of committing an indiscretion. Could that gentle pressure bo called forward, or light, or unseemly? Terrible thought! "So am I, my dear," says the Squire. And then again, "Yon won't think of it, then, Priseilla'." 1 "No, no," -says Miss Blake, feeling flattered at his persistence, and then she actually laughs out aloud, and Tho Desmond laughs too, though feebly; and then tho doctor- comes in again, and Miss Priscilla goes- lioni'e., 1,o toll .Miss Penelope, in Iho secrecy of her chamber, and with the solemnity tha't befils tho occasion, all about the Squire's proposal, ils r.-ceplion, and its rejection. Be assured no minutest detail is forgotten; Miss Penelope is soon In possession of ivory smallest look and word couneciod with if, and deeply gratifying is the manner in which tho great news is received by that entle maiden. "Though late in tho day, Penelope," says Miss Priscilla, as a sort of wind-up to her recital, "it was an offerof marriage cm;/ woman might be proud of, be'she young or old; and \io.meant it, too. He was quite pram- ing. Twice he asked me, although my first was a most decided 'No.'" "It seems terrible, your having been so cold to him, poor fellow I" says Miss Penelope, with a regretful sigh for the griefs of tho rejected Desmond. "What could! do?" says Miss Priscilla, with an air of self-defense. This thought, ;hat she can actually be accused of having ;reated the sterner sex in a hard-hearted fashion, is cakes and ale to her. "We must not talk of this, Penelope," she says, presently. "It would be unfair. It Tiust never transpire through us that George Desmond laid his heart and fortune at my feet only to be rejected." To her these old-world phrases sound grand and musical and full of lire and senti- nent. "No, no," says Miss Penelope, acquiescing roely, yet witli a sigh; she would have learly liked to tell her gossips of this honor hat has been don,e her dear Priscilla. And, after all, she has her wish, for the story gets about, spread by the hero of it himself. The Squire, tired, no doubt, 9f keeping secrets, and perhaps (but this in a whisper) jrateful to her because of her refusal, go«s ibout evcrywliere, and tells people far and nenr of his offer; so that when their friends lock to Moyne, and, giving The Desmond is their authority for it, accuse Miss Prls- :illa of her refusal, and she still,-with maid- inly, modesty, parries their questions, Miss Penelope, feeling herself absolved fromfur,- her reticence, comes to tho front and gives hem a full ami-true account of the wonder- nl event. "Yes, Priscilla might indeed have r^igjied as queen at Coole had she so wished it, and veil graced the position too," winds upMiss i"luptf, on all these occasions, with uiiifch iride and dignity. Brian, who had been busy all the morning wearing informations, and so ioi-lh, wiih iir. Kelly and tho groom, before inagijilfal.'s ind .others, coming imo his uncle's iv&m ibout half' uu hour after Miss Blake's jarturo, finds htm considerably bctl u mind and in body, though feeble i as is only natural. Indeed, the bullet had J \ma him little harm, causing merolv a Hash f wound, but the snocK naa oeen tujvem iu » man of his years. "Come here, Brtnti; I wixntto tell you something," he says, as the young man leans over him. , "You are not to talk," says his nephew, peremptorily. "If you won't listen to me, I'll send for Bailey, the steward," says tho Squire. "Nonsense! it does me good." And then he tells him nil the particulars of Miss Prls- cilla's visit relating to his engagement with Entherine Beresford, with one reservation. "It is all right between us now," he says, In a pleased tone. "She told me everything, nnd it appears wo wero both sadly taken in, though I don't wish to say anything against her even now. 1 dare say she iiad her own grievances, poor soul; and indeed Priscllla said " Hero he pauses, and a guilty flush covers his pale face. He hesitates, and then beckons Brian to conic even nearer. "Look you, lad! I'm notquite at ease yet There's something wrong here!" laying his hand upon his heart "Is it pain?" asks his nephew, anxiously. "I told you you wero talk " "No, no, boy. It's only mental pain. I want to be ashamed of mj'sclf, and I can't. I'm feeling a satisfaction about Something that I shouldn't. It's not right, Brian. It's not a gentlemanly .feeling, but 1 can't curb It. The mure 1 think of it, the more pleased I feel. Eh? You don't look as if you understood me." "I don't, much," confesses Brian, seating himself on the edge of the bed. "You see, you haven't told mo what it is all about." "It is about Kathcrino Bercsford. Priscilla told me, and I should like to tell you. I say, Brian, you won't throw it in my leetu, now, when I'm better, eh?" "1 swear I won't," says Brian. "Well, she to'.d mo Katherine led a regular devil of a life with her husband, and I'm gludofH! There!''says the Squire; after which disgraceful confession ho regularly scrambles under the bedclothes, with a view lo hiding his shame and his exulliillon from public view. Brian .fairly roars with laughter. At tho sound of his welcome mirth, tho old man slowly emerges from the sheets again, and looks at him doubtfully, but with growing hope. "She had the best of it, of course;any ono would have the best of it with James Bores- ford," he says. "But she, couldn't have been altogether comfortable; that's what I mean. I don't want you to think I should rejoice nt her having received bad treat men tat her husband's hands. Ho had all the, bad treatment to himself, I expect." "So do I," says Brian, who is laughing still. "And you don't think so badly of mo for it?" says the Squire, anxiously. "Not I," says Brian. "Still, it's rather a mean sort of feeling, Isn't it now? It's very low—oh?" "Low or not," says Brian, with decision, "I'm perfectly certain it it was m]/case I should-feel just like that-myself." "You're tho comfort of my life, Brian," says his uncle, gratefully; and then ho indulges In a covert siniloliiinself, after which ho drops oil into a slumber, sound and refreshing. C1IAPTKU XXIX. It is growing toward evening, and as yet at Aghyohillbeg they have not grown tired of discussing the terrible event of lastnight "When I called just now, Priscilla Blake was witli him," says Madame O'Connor. '•Brian told me The Desmond had sent for her. 1 suppose the old quarrel about Kalh- orino will be patched up now and Ishouldn't wonder if our two lovers, Monica andBrian, get married.qnito comfortably and in tho odor of sanctity, after all." "1 suppose they couldn't havo managed It without tho old people's consent," says Mrs. Ilerrick, who is rocking herself lazily to and fro in a lingo American chair. "Nonsense, my dear!" says Madame, throwing up her chin. "Accredit them with some decent spirit, I beg of you. Oil course they would havegot married whether ornot, —there is nothing like opposition for that kind of tiling,—and no doubt would have enjoyed it all tiio'mnro for tho fun of the thing, because there must be, an excitement in a runaway match unknown to the orthodox: affair." "i don't think I should like to run away," says Olga Bolmn; "there is always a difficulty about one's clothes." "What's the good of being in love if yon can't get over a few paltry obstacles?" says Madame, whose heart is still young. "We'll, I expect we shall have a gay wedding hero before long, nnd bo ablo to give that pretty child our presents without any trouble." "How long the day hits boon 1" says Olga, with a little affected yawn, meant to reduce Ulic Konayno to despair, who is sitting in a distant window touching up ono of her paintings. "I don't know when I have been so bored,—no ono lo speak to. Madame, darling, you shall never go out again without me; remember that. Nobody has called, —I suppose they are afraid of being shot,— not even Owen Kelly; and ono would like to see him and Brian, to make suns they are nil there." "Talk of somebody," says Madame, looking out of thu window, "hero comes Owen." As Olga puts her hand In his presently, she says, laughing "Madame O'Connor says yonare, in polite- language, his sable majesty himself. So you must be, to escape as yon did last -night Now tell us all about it. Wo have heard no many gabled accounts that a rail one will set our minds at rest." Then ho tells them all about it, dropping as though unconsciously into a low chair very close to Ilcrmia's, "So, you sec," he says, when he had finished, "it might have'hecn a very sensational affair, and covered us all with glory, only it didn't." "I think it did," says Mrs. Ilerrick, gently. She doesn't raise her eyes from her work to say this, bnt knits calmly on; only a very careful observer could have, noticed the faint trembling of her fingers, or the quivering of her long downcast lashes. "How can you say such a thing, Owen'/" says Olga. "Look at'all the cases we have known whero the assassins havegot away quite fi'ee, and hero we have tho principal secured." "Yes, that was very clover of Brian," says Mr. Kelly. '« "Did he capture him, then, single-handed? Wuru not yon with him? Wore you in no danger of your lifu, too?" exclaims Ilennia, with such unwonted animation that every one looks at her. She -takes no notice of their regard, but fixes her kindling eyes on Kelly, who, in roturning her muto protest, 'orgots that any other more open answer may on required of him. Then she lots her eyes fall from his, and her face grows calm mil statuesque again, and only the rapid clicking of her needles show tho perturbation of the mind within. "Did the fellow give you "much trouble, •Celly?" asks Koiwyne', who in his secret soul is bitterly regretful he had not been on ''.lie scene of action. "Not lie, the fool!" says Mr. Kelly, with something approaching a smile. "Brian tred his revolver, and grazed his arm slight- y V am $ili8i !h ' y°"^y in understand,— " ' r i LnjjjLiTlMiiil'u." ' i 'p° n tu ° —^g^^^wg"^! * I,'JPulfeally. Not Knowing at mat time that the p.ior squire was linn, Brian and I roaivd with laughter; wo couldn't help it, the fellow looked so alisnrd." They nil laugh at this, but prev-ntly Oiirn, lioicling up her tinker, says, seiionsiy, ''Owen, recollect yourself. You salt! yon ImttfJicf?.. Oh, it writ be true." "1 regret to say it Is," says Mr. Kelly, with intensest self-abasement, "For once I forgot myself ; I really did do it;.lmt it sha'n't occur again. The. exquisite humor oft lie moment was too much for mo. I hope it won't be placed to my account, and that In timo you will all forgive me my one little, lapse." "Well, Owen, you aro the drollest, en-n- ture," says Madame. O'Connor, with a broad sweet smile, that is copied by Olgu and Uo- iiaync. Mrs. Ilerrick remains unmoved, and her nei'dlcs go faster and faster; Mr. Kelly stares at them uneasily. "They'll jfive out sparks in another inlu- nto or so," \\f. says, wurulugly, "and if Iliey do there will boa general coiillngrallnn. Sparo mo that; 1 have had enough excitement for n while." Mrs. Ilerrick lets her knitting fall into her lap. "The. Squire limy ho thankful he got off so easily," says Madame O'Connor nt this moment. "He may, indeed," says Kelly. "Fay," to the child who is standing at, a distance gnz- Ing thoughtfully with uplifted head at, the blue sky without, "what, are you wondering about now!'" The, child turns upon him her lariio blue eyes, blue ns Nankin china, and answers him in clear sweet tones, indifferent to the fact that every one in the room is regarding her. "1 was wondering," she says, truthfully, "why UHc says ills prayers to Olira." A most disconcerting silence follows Ibis speech. Madame hums a tune; Mrs. Iler- rick loses herself in her knitting; but Mr. Kelly, who is always alive, says, "Jihv"' "1. saw him," says .Fay dreamily. Olga, who is as crimson as the, heart of a rod rose, makes hero a frantic hut subdued effort to attract the child's attention; Mr. Kelly, however gets her adroitly on to his knee before she can grasp the meaning of Olga's secret signals. "Where did you seohini?"ho says, mildly. "In the summer-house, this morning, lie was kneeling down before her, just as I kneel to mamma, and he had his head In her lap, and he was whispering his prayers. 1 could not hear what he said." At this instant an expression of the most devout thankfulness overspreads Mrs. Dol.inn's features. "But they were very foiiy prayers; and 1 think he was sorrj/ for something lie had done." "I haven't a doubt of It," says Mr. Kelly, «••""•" 1 11 l!v. "Go on. iiiv child." f'fo be continued. ) WEEIJSAND Two VoliiiUilo 1'liiiitn that Grow oil tho Western Alluilinc Pliilna. There is use for everything i£ men had but wit to find it out, says tho Philadelphia Record, It is evident that wo stand only upon the threshold of ultimate knowledge p£ the methods by which the vegetable kingdom may bo made to contribute further to human necessities. It is doubtful if there he any wnste products. Waste and ignorance seem to be nearly synonymous terms. The alkaline plains of tho west, for example, produce two peculiar plants which trive promise of a great value for domestic and manufacturing • purposes. What is called the Mexican "soap weed" grows luxuriantly in western Kansns. It thrives in tko rainless regions where other vegetation falls, sending its long roots into the Eoil in search of rnoibture. It is tho root of the plant that is valuable for its saponaceous quality. A factory has been built in Kansas City for manufacturing toilet eoap of tho finest qualify, in which this, root forms the chief ingredient. The now industry promises to be permanent and remunerative. A still more important discovery has been made in tho valuable properties of a root known rs the "cannigro" root. Tho plant is a native of: northeastern Chihuahua arid northern Sonora, Mexico, and in some parts of New Mexico, Arizona, and Texas. It responds to cultivation in dry sandy soils impregnated with alkali, does no require much water, and grows to the oize of common beet roots. From the cannigre root an extract is obtained so rich in tanning that >t is pronounced to bo immeasurably superior to oak or hemlock bark in the process of tanning leathnr. A writer in Hide and Leather says that "canaifjre liquors give less trouble to prepare, and tan rapidly, leaving the skins or hides clean, pliable, and well filled. The starchy matter is just what tanners want, and without the trouble of extra mixing, as is the case with other tanning extracts." A manufacturer in Texas is offering to sell aanaigre to the tanners, either in dry form or the liquid extract. Its effectiveness has been demonstrated after years of trial. A substitute for the use of bark for tanning leather would bo of immense value in stopping the destruction of oa_k and hemlock forests. So also the possible turning of the waste alkaline plains into productive and profitable areas for tho cultivation of valuable roots native in those wild regions must be esteemed an achievement remarkable in the annals of agricultural experiment. ,' Hluts for HouHekeejiers. There is more typhoid fever in the country than in the city. Wells and privies are too near together. The juice of half a lemon in a, teacup of strong black coffee, without sugar, will often cure a sick headace. Do not salt beef before or _ while cooking ; and as it draws out the juices, which, in boiling especially, are thereby lost. An'earthen flower pot half filled with powdered charcoal and fine sand to the depth of four inches added is a cheap water filter. > In making custard pumpkin or lemon pies, it is better to partly hake the crust before adding the mixture, no that it may not bo absorbed by the paste. To clean gold jewnlry with, the atone in, wash in warm suds made of fina soap, with ten or fifteen drops of sulvolatile in it. This makes jewelry very brilliant. If a little cornstarch is put in the salt for the table it will keep it from lumping, and the pretty little shakers will not havo BO hard a, scolding in damp weather. Instead of using a whole egg to clear coffee, save the shells from cake, omeletes, etc., and put a little cold water into the cup with the shell and the white that always remains, it clears the coffee just as well. LOUD HAWKE'B celebrated team of .English cricketers arrived iu Chicago Thurs- day'moraing. i A FiAWIDA JjAK K «ONK. 1'r.T Land Where Stpnrnbouts U:innnd AIM- fmtot-g Sn-laticd Their Titll*. A very carious spectacle was to In seen on the outskirts of Gainesville last week, says a letter from that Florida town to the Atlanta Constitution. Alathua lake, a sheet of water from ten to fifteen miles in length and covering some 40.000 acres of land, is no more. On its banks were lying thousands'of dead fish; dead alligators floated ghastly in pools of black water aud the atmosphere was heavy with noxious pases. Men nnd boys were there in throngs, crowding around I lie pools left by the 7 receding waters and with hoes ami rakes dragging to shore hundreds of fish which had sought their depths for refuge. The waters were fairly alive with their struggles for existence. Except, for a small stream known as P.ijnc's creek, flowing From Newman's- lake into the Sink, the two mini basins of the Sink, a few stagnant pools, no water is now to be seen where a few years usro steamers were plowing their way. Tliis is the second timo since 1823 that a similar occurrence has taken place. At that time, the earliest year in ,vhieh them is any record of that part of the country, the bed_of the lake was a Inrge prairie, Payne's prairie, having in it a body of water railed the Sink and a small creek. In 1868 heavy rains filled up the prairie, but the water disappeared after a short time, and the prnir.o was again dry land. In 18715, after a series of heavy rains, the Sink overflowed and the creek swelled to the dimensions of a lake. During several years the water increased till a Inrirer hike was formed, and for fully fifteen years suUicient depth of water stood over iho prairie to allow of small steamers. During the last two yearn, however, the waters have been gradually lowering, and about three weeks ago t'hey commenced Roing down with surprising rapidity, the lake fall ing about ejght feet in ten (lays, until now nothing is'loft of Alaehua hike but the memory of it. The Sink is considered the cause 'of this change. Thorn is evidently an underground passage connected with it, and for some reason not understood this underground passage has been acting as a drain until all the water in the lake has been drawn off. Here, in the early part of the century, says the Florida Times-Union, Indians used to camp yearly and feast on oranges principally the bitter-sweet and sour, largo quantities of which arrow on the bank above the Sink, The juice of tho sour orange was largely used in fever and malarial troubles, and tho rod men brought the sick long distances that its healing virtues might be freely tried. There is a legend of two warriors who, disputing 3ver n dusky maiden of tho tribe, struggle^ fiercely in a lumd-to-haiid combat on the )dgo of the Sink, and finally fell in, only ,o be drawn down by the treacherous waters ^nto, the sinkhole, from whence they float?d through the subterranean channels, and ater, locked in each other's arms, wore bund in tho waters of the St. Johns. Near tho center of Iho Sink rises a mass of rock, porous limestone, honeycombed with fissures, and in its middle portion a mle in which a man could stand" upright. STot a particle of soil is upon or around it and yet vinos and ferns flourish, and at its 3eak a stunted hackberry tree throws out ispnrso t'oilago. Years ago Prof. Ag sai/,, visiting tho spot with a local scientist, remarked: "In that rock you see the foundation on which Florida rests; as the action of tho water wears one lismirp through into another new underground channels aro formed, streams aru diverted from thoir course, and masses of earth fill in—hence tho finks, mysterious rivers etc." llaril on Iho Judgo. Judge—"Have you anything to say-bo- fore sentence is passed?" Prisoner—"Nuthiu 1 , only I wouldn't; be hero if it wasn't for ignorance of the law." • Judge—"Your ignorance of the law is no excuse." Prisoner—"'Tain't mj ignorance I'm tiilldn' about. It's yours." — Street & Smith's Good News, ','fho Usual 8)>uuoh. Bilkina— "So, after courting that girl for ton years, you at last got up spunk enough to propose?" Wilkins—"Yes, proposed Jast night. I guess it'll bo all right." "Eh? Didn't she accept?" "Not exactly, but J think she will." "What did she «ay?" "It's so sudden."--No^ York Weekly. A Woloomo Itoliof. Sou Captain—"There is no hope! Tho ship is doomed! Tn an hour wo will all bo dead." Soanick Passenger—"Thank .Heaven!" —New York Weekly. "It was heart lailun>," say the doctors, and they say it so ofton that wo pit cu our thinking pads. One business man man after another falls out of sight, and when wo ask what tho trouble was tho reply is pretty sure to be "heart failure!" A great deal or worry, a habit of constant hurry, keeping at high tension year after year—that's what's tho matter. We sleep with ono eye open, talk business in our dreams, swallow a whole meal—soup, entree, roist and dessert—with ono gulp, and then when we hover over the fifties tho heart gets disgusted at its treatment and closes up tho concern, If Americans would take life more easily and more leisurely they might bo joval and frolicsome al ninety. Use of Knowledge. Do not try to be a complete encyclopedia of all human knowledge, for you will never succeed; and, if you could succeed, you would only make an encyclopedia by spoiling a man. He w. > uses his knowledge, however little it may be, to a good purpose, is far morp iseful in the world than any walking ctionary could be, which contains much knowledge, but whose strong binding and iron clasps effectually prevents that knowledge from being any use to anybody. They improve on the rack and the thum-screw and other barbarous modes of extorting confessions from supposea criminals down in South Carolina, by substi tuting a nnro refiued method ot torture. The other day they took a woman and a man who bad been convicted of murder, but about whose guilt there remained some doubt, and bound them, led them to the scaffold, put the nooses around their necks, placed them on the trap and bade them good-by, all the timo exhorting them to confess, and then told them of a reprieve which had been in the pocket of a deputy for some hours. No confession was forced from these unfortunates, and the governor finally commuted their sentence so that they will net again go through the agonies of death, an they must nave done in those minutes on the scaffold. It is said that Gov, Tillman was a party to this brutality, which, if true, is the woret charge that has ever been brought against this much-abused wan. IN A CRITICAL«CONDlttON. la Two of in* American Sailor* Vn 1pnt.iNo Jlnjr SHe, VAU'Aiuiso, Oct. 22.—The condition of two of the six sailors from tho Baltimore who wore wounded in the cowardly attack by the Chilean man-of- warsmen last week, is now considered critical. The names of tho injured Americans are Hamilton,Talbot, Turnbull, Anderson, Davidson, and Painter. Cant. Schley of the Baltimore has ag"iin been assured by the intendente or the city that he will make a thorough investigation into the atTiiir and punish tho Chilians who are shown to havo taken part in thu assault, So far as the matter has already been looked into all the fait* go to prove that gross cruelty was practiced uuou the Americans, and that tho murderous ansaii t w ns altogether un» provoUed. Every government oftlclal who has expressed any opinion on th« subject lias said that he regretted tho occurrence very milch and hoped that the aggressors would bo severely punished. Tho investigation by (,'apt. Schley conllrms tho report that tn« mob was composed of Chilean sailor* and boatmen, nnd that the attack was planned. It, is now allogod that IJoatd- Wiiin s Mate licgan shot by a po- lici'iimn. Tho American Mulortt were assaulted at various points throughout tho city. COLLIER CAUGHT. Cilitr.iico'a IIIHIIIIV tjiivi-fer I* ArrtnteQ. 1» n Itnillli: UiitiiAiiU, Oct. i:. 1 . — I'Vanlt Collier, the Insane lawyer who made ils escape from i lie Duuniniv asylum .vesU'rday inn; MI.; by jumping into a mysterious woiii.ii.s l>ng|;-y, was arrested thin nun i injr, and IM now ut tho detention hospital. When Collier made his es capo yesterday he started in the direction of the city, Inn, all oll'orU to locate him last night wero unsuccessful. He remained in hiding until thin morning, when he suddenly made his appearance in Judge Hrentano's court room, lie demanded a writ of habeas corpus, biit a bailiff quietly put him under arrest and took him from th« room. CHOLERA EPIDEMIC IN CHINA. Iliuulroilw Itvportml to llnvu Alroudjr IMc<l <>!' flit* Dine n no. HAN li'itAWMHco, Cal., Oct. 22. —Advices from China brouirht by th« steamship Oci ante give the details ot the cholera epidemic at, Amoy. Deaths aro far In the hundreds, tho victims including several Kngllsh and Amor- lean missionaries. Mrs, McGregor, wife of Dr. MeCirejfor of the Church of England mission, died after an illness of only six hours. The greatest mortality in among tho Chinese. The suburbs of Chiaii isiiiiii;-have been devastated by tho scum-go and signs of mourning 1 are seen on every house. Tho natives taUc no measures to prevent the spread of tho di>ease, and merely olVer sacrifices to their nvds or ongngo in various ceremonies to appease them. ItonhlK '1'llHl- Slll<M>|-|ly- !•" LONDON, Oct. SL'.-— Miss Anna I'ar- noll, sister of the Into Charles Stewart Parnell, writes to tho press cxprctssinif her disbelief in Ilie sincerity of tho libcnilist, professions of a. desiro to secure autonomy for Ireland. Miss Paniell declares thai, ever sim-u the- Phtrni.x park murders she h;is been frightened al the. tondoiu'.y mining a certain class of Irish politicians to adopt an attitude of servility toward England and contribute to tho mou- Blroiin growth of tho Gladstone boom. <i<iv«rnc!<l by iho Tarlll' Act. WASHINGTON, "ct. :;y.—Acting Secro- tnry Spaulding 1 istates that section 11 of (.lie union postal convention .forbidding the transmission of any articles through the mails liable to customs duty is superseded by l,ho larill' regulations In regard to books imported for- Institutions of learning. Tho tarlU'act. maUus such importation free of duty, and hence they can not conflict with, dho postal regulations. , » Abolished I'roo Tuition. ' nicTin.KHKM, 1'a., Oc.t 32.—The board of trustees of thy Lehigh university has unanimously passed resolutions abolishing free tuition on and after Jan. I, 18D'/. Goln Tlir«e V<:ar« mxl a Ilnuvy Flue. YOUNUBTOWN, ('bio. Oct. M. —Township-Treasurer Dnii^jos, who recently embe/./led $17,000 l.ovvn money, was to-day sentence.-.! to three years ' in the penitentiary and fined Sl'il.Oim. CHICAGO MARKETS. liotirtl of Trade. OUKJAOO, Out. 8J.—On 'Uliungo wun of R liberal voluinn and ju-lueti ncro uri- lettlwl. Wlioal was strung itiu-ly, showing 1 cent lulvunce In IW »-& couu for Doeoinbor, bnt Hold oir Inlur to III l-t cents unit oloaod t cent under vcNlerday, at 01 l-'i ceiils. Corn held Hrin and rloBcil '-4 ,'i-4 cuts fur October ond 4M 7-8 cents Novem'.iT. Outs ruled llj-iu »nd hluhor Provisions we>r* (Iriii and coii. •rally hlftlier wlili laid closing easy. Vessel joom wus tiilii-n for about S!00,000 bushels wheat al mi iidvuneii of 1-1 cent f rein tit to Buffalo. Live Slock. OlllCAno, Oot!».-Ku<;el|)tsof oaltle. 19000- madoiipot J.OOQ Te.\:ms 0,000 tunxers, unit 0,000 natives. Trade slow .-ill nlong the llru with minus rut her on tlio down-turn than otnerwlho. TJecolpis of hogs, 27.000; slow aiut 6cont»tolO emits lower. Hough and oom- nion a.T.i to $:uid! mixed mid puckers', ti tnJ4.15: prlmo hciivv :mil tnii<'lu>|- u-uliihiB H XO to *«.:ifij prime IlKlit. 4. If, to « 3".| ill™' Iil75 to »4.Sil. Receipts of slump, IJ.IXA); laiuba luwei, sin-op sUnuly. Mow Vorlj Moilin NKwyoiiK. Oct. -.'».---Tl.u market opened- actlvo and slroii!,' wllh irood lmy|n... of Atch- luson for Uoslon uccount. Thu West seat huylnK orders iu (Jtilncy, Ki, l' uu i, ttnt) Northern Pacific. Chicago g ua cloflluod 3.J per cunt on miles by tlio room. Tlio teinnci- Of speculation was oonservaltvulv bullish Commission poopiuhwl buying order* lu 1, •' ""'""'' ' - mid Viimlurbllts. " I-a. London Slo<-b«. LONDON, Oct. 83.-Hur sliver 18 449-18. Tho Bunk of England i-utuof discount la'un- changed m 3 pyi- cent Tho biullo;i m tli» peiikof England doorouscd t'aS4.(W duriug the last week. The proportion of tUe liiuik'*- reserveto liability Is 3T.;,u p 0 i- ouia; lust week It wus 88.07. The btuikhas reduoea tlit* ttwag price of eagles »£<i. to 70s 84 ugrouBcc. Americans oveoed higher- Counols at* M W for botiU taw?

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