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THE UPPER DES MOINES, ALGOMA, IOWA, WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 28,1891. A TRUE LOVE STORY. "My uncle is at death's door," he. says, ii; a voice that quivers with ras?e and oxeifp- ment. "Coming honrie late last nieht IIP, wi* shot at by some rmfinns from behind tin 1 blackthorn hedaeon the C-ole road. He Wants you, Miss Blake" (toPriscilln). 1- IU Is asking for you. You will not refuse- to come to a man who may bedyins, for nil wo know 1 I have brought the currin.uro for you, and I implore you not to delay, but to rji to him at ones." MissPriscilla liasstink into a chnlr, and Is quite colorless; Miss Penelope clasps liei bands. "Oh, poor George,!" she says, involim- ^tarily. His present danger has killed ro- 'inembrance of all the angry years thai•stmul between to-day and tho (line when last slit called him by his Christian name. "When did it happen? JJowV" asks Monica, tightening her fingers round his, and trembling visibly. "About ten o'clock last evening. Until Kelly and I were with Mm, and a groom. Two shots were fired. Kelly and I jumped off the dog-cart and gave chase, and succeeded in securing one of them. There, wen, four altogether, 1 think. Wo did not know my uncle was wounded Avhen we run after them, but when we came back we found Murray the groom holding him in his arms. He was quite insensible. I left Kelly ami Murray to guard our. prisoner, and drove my uncle home myself. lie is very badly huri. Miss Blake," turningagniu to JMissPriseilla, "you will come with me,?' 1 "Oh, yes, yes," says Miss Priscilla, faint ly. "And I shall go witli you, my di'ar Pri's- cWto," saysMissIV-nelope, heroically. "Yes, yqlu will want mo. To find yourself fane. In ftjjRui^,with him after all these; years of estrangement and in so sad a state will be distressing. It-is well I should be on the epot to lend you some support." tlissFriscilla lays Jier hand-on her arm. ^1 think I shall go alone, Penelope,"-she say.s faltering. For one moment Miss Penelope is a little surprised, and 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 tills expedition slio would gladly have tasted. "Well, perhaps it will'be better so," she says, amiably. "I am glad he has sent, for you. He will be the easier for your forgiveness, though he cannot obtain hor.s, now. Come up stairs; you should Hot beep Mr. Desmond waiting." There is n kiuflly light in her eyes as she glances at the-yomu! man. And then she takes Miss Priscilla away to her room, and helps her carefully with her toilet, and accepts the situation as a matter of course, though inhersocret soul she is filled with amazement at Tho Desmond's sending for Miss Prise! I la even though lying at death's door. And indeed when tho old manhad turned to Brian and asked him to bring Miss Blake to Coole, Brian himself had known surprise too, and some misgivings. Was he goiuu to make her swear never to give her consent to his (Brian's) marriage with her niece'. 1 or was he going to make open confession of that dishonorable action which caused Miss Blake's pretty step-sister to suffer diiv tribulation, according to the gossips round. "I should like to see Prisel'lla Blake," the old Squire had said, in a low whisper, liis iephuw leaning over him to eateh tho ords, and then,lie had muitorert some, about "old friends and forgiveness," had not so easily been understood. "You Khali see her," tho younger man says, tenderly. "I'll go for her myself. 1 am sure she won't refuse to come." "Jfj/usc/" There is something in the Squire's whisper that puzzles Brian. "I am certain she will not," ho repeats mechanically, whilst trying to translate It. But tho 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, treijer- ously, having evidently settled some knotty point of inward discussion to his entire satisfaction,'toll her from me thatl amreadyand willing to forgive all." "You mean you are anxious to obtain her forgiveness," says Brian, with the kindly intention of assisting the old man's wandering imagination. « "Eli?" says the Squire, sharply. "What d'ye mean, Brian? Speak, lad, when I desire you.". "Look hero, 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—er—jilted their step-sister, I supposed you were anxious to obtain their pardon, now you feel yourself pretty low, But I'd advise you to wait and see about that when you have recovered yoin-slrength a little." "And you believed that old story tool" says the poor Squire, forlornly. "I didn't jilt her at all, Brian. It was shejlltedme!" • "What'" says Biian, turning to see if the bullet had touched his brain instead of his ribs. ""Pis true. I tell you, that girl broke my •heart She was the prettiest creature I ever saw, with soft dove's eyes, and a heavenly 'Srnile, and no more heart than that," striking the post of tho old-fashioned bedstead !with his uninjured arm. "I gave myself up to her, I worshipped tho very ground she walked on, and within a fortnight of our wedding she calmly wrote to tell me she could not marry mo 1" Wiving a reason?" "N«, Even she, I presume, could not summon sufficient courage to tell the wretch she had deluded of her love for another. She gave me no reason. She entreated me, however, to keep silence about the real author of the breach between us,—that is, her, self. I was to b'e tho one to break-off our engagement! I was to boar all the blame! She implored me to conceal her share in it, and finally demanded of me, as a last favor, that I would give the world to understand I had thrown her over." "A charmingly disinterested specimen of womankind," says Brian, raising his brows. "And this to me," says The Desmond, an Indignant sob making his weak voice weaker,—"a man who had always kept himself straight in the eyes of the world, I was required to represent myself as a low, despicable follow, one of those who seek a woman's affections only to ignore them at the eight of the next pretty face." "But you refused to comply with her re- quest'i"' says Brian, hastily. "No, sir, I didn't," says the Squire, shame struggling with his excitement. "On tho contrary, 1 gave into her in every respect. I believe at that time 1 would cheerfully have allowed myself to be branded as a thief, if she had desired it and if it would have saved her one scrap of discomfort. She was afraid of her sisters you see. I blamed them then, Brian, but I think now her fear of them aroso from the fact that they were as true as «h«was—Well, well!" "This is indeed a revelation," says Brian. "Yes; you wouldn't think they would behave like that, would you?" says Mr. Desmond, eagerly. 'Who? Tho Misses Blake?" saya Brian, rtartled. ' i "Yes, It-wasn't like them to fcwro ailant all these years, and let me oear tin- oriint o 'the battle, when they knew 1 was inmxvn find that it was their own fli-s'i ami hloo< •whoVas in fault. Yet they turned thei; backs upon me, and have treated me eve Since as though I were in reality the mis creant they hare succeeded in making me out" . "There is a terrible mistake somewhere," says Brian. ''They do terily believe you to be the miscreant you describe." "Brian, come here!" says the old man, in an ominously calm tone. "Do you mean to tell me Priscilla Blake believes me guilty of having behaved dishonestly to her sistei Katherine? You positively think this?" "I Tmotw it," says Brian, who feels it is better to get out the plain unvarnished truth at once. / "You have no doubt? 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 lie rouses himself again. lie seems to have recovered his strength wonderfully during the past hour. "Go get me Priscilla Blake," he says "Hurry, boy! hurry! I must make it right with her before 1 die." "Before you recover, you mean," says Brian, cheerily. "There! lie down now, nud keep yourself quiet, or you won't bo looking your best when she comes." ****** * And now Miss Priscilla has come, and is standing beside the bed of her qitonclam friend, looking down upon him with dim eyes. "I am sorry to mei't you again like tills, George Desmond," she says, at last, in tones meant to be full of relentless displeasure, but which falter strangely. "She made as great a fool of yon as of mo, 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 rotind with orthodox blue ribbon, and smelling sadly of dust, as though to remind one of the mortality of all things, of wannest sweetest love, of truest trust, and indeed of that fair but worthless body from whose hand it came, now lying moklering and forgotten in a foreign land. "Oh, I wouldn't have believed it of herl" 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! But the 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 Ills sound elbow, and quite a glow of col* or rushes into his pallid cheek. Then, with a groan of self-contempt, ho sinks back again, and the light in his eye (was it of satisfaction?) dies. "You have met Brian," he says, presently. "What do you think of him, Priscilla? Ho is agootl lad,—aver)/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. "Hike that in him," says Miss Priscilla. "Well, George, if you w.ill 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 bo discussing tlio love-affairs of these young things, when it seems only yesterday that we—that you and I, Priscilla " "That is buried long ago; don't rake it up. It died when first your eyes fell on her," says Miss Blake, hurriedly. . ''I was a fool," says the Squire. "But, somehow, since I 'have been talking to you, I don't think I'm going to die this time, and old scenes como back to me, and—I suppose it is too late now, Priseilla?" There is no mistaking his meaning. "Oh, yes; a whole lifetime too late," says Miss Prisrilla, with a soft, faint blush that would not have misbecome a maide.ii in her teens.' "But I am glud wo are friends again, George." She presses his hand with real affection, and then colors again warmly, as though afraid of having discovered herself in the act of committing an indiscretion. Could that uentle pressure be called forward, or light, or unseemly? Terrible thought I "So am I, my dear," says the Squire. And then again, "You won't think of it, then, Priscilla?" "No, no," says Miss Blake, feeling flattered at his persisie.nce, and then she actually laughs out aloud, and The Desmond laughs too, though feebly; and then tho doctor- conies in again, and Miss Priseilla goes- honife, 1,o loll .Miss Penelope, in the secrecy of her chamber, and with the solemnity tha't betits the occasion, all about tho Squire's proposal, its ivoeplion, and Us rejection. Be assured no minutest detail ia forgotten; Miss Penelope is soon in possession of every smallest look and word connected with ir, and deeply gratifying is the manner in which the great news is received by that gentle maiden. "Though lato in the day, Penelope," says Miss Priscilla, as a sort of wind-up to her recital, "it was an offerof marriage on;/ woman might bo proud of, be'she young or old; and lioineant it, too. He was quite jm;,s'.s- ing. Twice ho 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 I do?" says Miss Priscilla, with an air of self-defense. This thought, that she can actually be accused of having treated 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 must 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 sentiment. 'No, no," says Miss Penelope, acquiescing freely, yet with a sigh; she would have dearly liked to tell her gossips of this honor that has been done 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, of keeping secrets, and perhaps (but this in a whisper) grateful to her because of her refusal, goes about everywhere, and tells people far and near of his offer; so that when their friends dock to Moyne, and, giving The Desmond is their authority for it, accuse Miss Prisilla of her refusal, and she still/with maidenly, modesty, parries their questions, Miss Penelope, feeling herself absolved from further, reticence, comes to the front and gives .hem a full and-true account of the wonderful event. "Yes, Priscilla might indeed have reigned as (juewi at Coolo had she so wished it, and ivell graced the position t»o," winds up Miss Peii"lnp;-, on all occasions, with much pride and dignity. Brian, who had been busy all the morning sweti! iiisr informations, and so loi-th, \viiii Mr. Kelly and thogroom, liet'oruma^lsirat .'.•; uul oUie.isi, coming into hia nude's room ibout half an hour after Miss Blake's de- rarture, linds him considerably better both n mind and in body, though feeble inspirit, as is only natural. Indeed, the bullet fiad done him little harm, causiuic merely a flash tvonhd, but the SUOCK naa oeon sevens ui n man of his years. "Come here, Brian; I want to tell you something." he says, as tho jrounst 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 I it does mo good." And then he tells him all the particulars of Miss Prls- cilla's visit relating to his engagement with Katherine Beresford, with one reservation. "It is all right between us now," lie s»ys, In a pleased tone. "She told me everything, and it appears wo were both sadly taken In, though I don't wish to say anything against her even now. 1 dare say she had her own grievances, poor soul; and indeed Priscilla said " Here he pauses, and a guilty flush covers his pale, face. He hesitates, and then beckons Brian to come oven 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 were talk " "No, no, boy. It's only mental pain. I Want to be ashamed of myself, and I erw'f, I'm feeling a satisfaction about something that I shouldn't. It's not right, Brian. It's not a gentlemanly .feeling, but I can't curb it. The mure I think of It, tho more pleased I feel. Eh? You don't look as if you understood me." "I don't, much," confesses Brian, seating himself on tho edge of tho bed. "You see, you haven't told mo what It is all about" "It. is about Katherine Beresford. Priseilla told me, and I should like to tell you. I say, Brian, you won't throwil in my tooth, now, when I'm better, eh?" "1 swear I won't," says Brian. "Well, she told me Katherlue led a regular devil of a life with her husband, and I'm glud of ill There!'' says the Squire; after which disgraceful confession ho regularly scrambles under the bedclothes, with a view to hiding his shame and his exultation from public view. Brian .fairly roars with laughter. At the sound of his welcome mirth, the old man slowly emerges from the sheets again, and looks at him doubtfully, but witli growing hope. "Slic had the best of it, of course;any one would have the best of it with James Bores- ford," ho says. "But she couldn't have been altogether comfortable; that's what I mean. I don't want you to think I should rejoice at her having received bad -treatment at her husband's hands. He 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-oil'. 1 " "Low or not," says Brian, with decision, "I'm perfectly certain if it wasmjycaso I shouid-feel just like that myself." "You're tho comfort of my life, Brian," says his uncle, gratefully; and then he indulges in a covert smilchlmsclf, after which he drops off into a slumber, sound and refreshing. „. CHAPTKll XXIX. It is growing toward evening, and as yet at Aghyohillbeg they have noi, grown tired of discussing the terrible event of lastnight "When I called just now, Priscilla Blake was with him," says Madame O'Connor. "Brian told mo The Desmond had sent for her. I suppose tho old quarrel about Kath- crino will be patched up now and Ishouldu't wonder if our two lovers, MonicaandBrian, get married.quite comfortably and in tho odor of sanctity, after all." "I suppose they couldn't havo managed it without the old people's consent," says Mrs. llerriek, who is rocking herself lazily to and fro in a huge American chair. "Nonsense, my dear!" says Madame, throwing up her chin. "Accredit them with some decent spirit, I beg of you. Of course they would havegot married whether or not, —there is nothing like opposition for that kind of thing,—and no doubt would have enjoyed it all tiie'mure for tho fun ot the thin, because there must be an excitement in a runaway match unknown to the orthodox affair." "1 don't think I should like to run away," saysOlgaBohun; "there is always a difll- cully about one's clothes." "What's the good of boing in love if you can't getover a few paltry obstacles?" says Madame, whose heart is still young. "We'll, 1 expect we shall have a gay wedding hero before long, and be ablo to give that pretty child our presents without any trouble." "How long the day bus been!" says Olga, with a little affected yawn, meant to reduce Ulic Konayne to despair, who is sitting in a distant window touching up one of her paintings. "I don't know when I have been so bored,—no one to 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 one would like to see him and Brian, to make sure they ure all there." "Talk of somebody," says Madame, looking out of the window, "here comes Owen." As Olga puts her hand In his presently, she says, laughing "Madame O'Connor says you are, in polite 1 language, his sable majesty himself. So you must be, to escape as you did last night Now tell us all about it. Wo havo heard so many garbled accounts that a rail one will set our minds at rest." Then he tells them all about It, dropping as though unconsciously into a low chair very close to Ilermia's, "So, you see," ho says, when he had finished, "it might have'been a very sensational allair, and covered us all with glory, only it didn't." "I think it did," says Mrs. llerriek, gently, She doesn't raise her eyes from her work to say this, but 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 sueh a thing, Owen?" says Olga. "Look at all the cases we have known where the assassins have pot away quite fi'ee, and hero we have f,bo principal secured." "Yes, that was very dover o£ Brian," eajsMr. Kelly. "Did he capture him, then, single-handed? Were not you with him? Were yau in no danger of your life, too?" exclaims Hermlu, with sucli unwonted animation that every one looks at her. She takes no notice of thrlr regard, but fixes her kindling eyes on Kelly, who, in returning her muto protest, forgets that any other more open answer niity oe required of him. Then she Jots her eyes fall from his, and her face grows calm md statuesque again, and only the rapid cilukingrof her needles show tho perturbation of the mind within. 'Did the fellow give you much trouble, Kelly?" asks Konayne', who in his secret soul is bitterly regretful lie had not been on tho scene of action. "Not ho, tho fool!" says Mr. Kelly, with something approaching a smile. "Brian I lired bis revolver, and grazed his arm slight- y,—a'moro scratch, you will understand,— an4 the miserable creature rolled upon the jround, doubled himself in two, and giving as dnad. howled dismally. Not ! Knowing at mat time that the p.ior was huri, Brian and I roared with laughter; wo couldn't help it, the fellow looked so nhsnril." They all laugh at this, but pre^-iiUy 0!«.:n, holding up her linger, says, seiiously, ''Owen, recollect yourself. You said you kiiiirfictf, Oh, it can't bo true." "I regret to say it is," says Mr. Kelly, with Intensest self-abasement "for once 1 forgot myself : I really dtd do It;. but It sha'n't occur again. The exquisite humor of the moment was too much for me. I hope it won't be placed to my account, and that in Unto you will all forgive me my one little lapse."" "Well, Owen, you nro the drollest, creature," says Madame O'Connor, with a broad sweet smile, that Is copied by Olga and llo- uayiio. Mrs. llerrlck remains unmoved, and her needles go faster and faster; Mr. Kelly stares at them uneasily. "They'll give out sparks In another ndn- ulo or so," \\p says, warningly, "and it Ihey do there wilt be a general conflagration. Spare mo that; 1 have had enough exeite- ment for a while." Mrs. llerrlck lots her knitting fall Into her lap. "The Squire may be thankful ho got oltso easily," says Madame O'Connor at this moment. "lie may, Indeed," says Kelly. "Fay," to the child who is standing at a distance gazing thoughtfully with uplifted head at the blue sky without! "what are you wondering about now?" Thfc child turns upon him her largo blue eyes, blue as Nankin china, and answers him In clear sweet tones, indifferent to the fact that every one in the room is regarding her. "J was wondering," she says, truthfully, "why IJlie says his prayers to Olga." A most disconcerting silence follows Ibis speech. Madamo hums a tune; Mrs. Iter- riek loses herself in her knitting; but Mr. Kelly, who is always alive, says, "EhV "L saw him," says Fay dreamily. Olga, who is as crimson as the heart of a red rose, makes hero a frantic but subdued effort to attract the child's attention; Mr. Kelly, however gets her adroitly on to his knee before she can grasp tho meanlnir of Olga's secret signals. "Where did you see him?" ho says, mildly. "In the summer-house, Ihis 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. I could not hear what ho said." At this instant an expression of the most -devout thankfulness overspreads Mrs. liohnn's features. "But they were very ?oii(/ prayers; and 1 think ho was sorry for something ho had done." "I haven't a doubt of It," says Mr. Kelly, «..„,..,, I,, iiv. "Go on. mv child." (To bo continued. ) YFKJCIJS AND Two Valuable I'lunU tluit Grow on tho Western Allmlmo Plains. There is use for everything iE men had but wit to find ib out, says the Philadelphia Record, It is evident that wo stand only upon tho threshold of ultimate knowledge of the methods by which the vegetable kingdom may bo made to contribute further to human necessities. It is doubtful if there be any waste products. Wusto and ignorance seem to be nearly synonymous terms. Tbe alkaline plains of; the west, for example, produce two peculiar plants which (rive promise oE a great value for domestic and manufacturing • purposes. What is called the Mexican "foap weed" grows luxuriantly in western Knnsns. It thrives in tlio raink-sh regions where other vegetation falls, sending its long roots into the soil in search of. nioihture. It is tho root of: the plant that is valuable for its saponaceous quality. A factory has been built in Kaunas City for manufacturing toilet eoap of the finest quality, in which this root forms the chief ingredient. The now industry yjrounsea to be permanent and remunerative. A still more important discovery has been made in the valuable properties of a root known rs tho "canaigrc" root, The E lant is a native of northeastern Chihua- ua and 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 nine or! common beet roots. _ From tho canaigre root an extract is obtained so rich in tanning that.H is pronounced to bo immeasurably superior to oak or hemlock bark in the process of tanning leather. A writer in Hide and Leather says that "canaigre liquors give less trouble to prepare, and tan rapidly, leaving the sKinu 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 canaigre 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 oak and hemlock forests. So also the possible turning of the waste alkaline plains into productive and profitable areas for tho cultivation of valuable roots nativa in those wild regions must be esteemed an achievement remarkable in the annals of agricultural experiment. Hint* for Hounekeepera. There is more typhoid fever in the_ conn* try 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 beadace. Do not salt beef before or Awhile cooking, and as it draws out the juices, which, in boiling especially, ore thereby lost, An 'earthen flower pot half filled with S owdered charcoal and fine sand to the opth of four inches added is a cheap water filter. > In making custard pumpkin or lemon pies, it is better to partly bake the crust before adding the mixture, BO that it may not lx> absorbed by the paste. To clean gold jewelry with the stone in, wash in warm suds made of fine aoap, with ten or fifteen drops of Bulvolatilo in it. This makes jewelry very brilliant. If a little cormtarch is put in the salt for tho table it will keep it from lumping, and the pretty little shakers will not have BO hard a scolding in damp weather. Instead of using a whole egg to clear coffee, save the shells from cake, ouieletes, 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'S celebrated team of .English cricketers arrived in Chicago Thursday 'morning. A Fl,oml)A LAK K «ON'K. I IN A CRITICAL*CONDITION. Hry 1-nml TTh«t-e St«mmbont* itniiand All). (fntot-H Swlshrd Thrlr TillN. A very curious spectacle was to In seen on the outskirts of Gainesville last week, says a letter from that Florida town to the Atlanta Constitution. Alnchna lake, a sheet of water from ton 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 and tho atmosphere was heavy with noxious gases. Men and boys 'wore there in throngs, crowding around I he pools left by the receding waters and with hoes and rakes dragging to shore hundreds of fish which had sought their depths for refugo. The waters were fairly alive with their struggles for existence. Except for a small stream known as P.xyne's creek, flowing From NowinanV lako into the Sink, the two main basins of the Sink, a few stagnant pools, no water is now to be seen where a few years usro steamers were plowing their w'ny. Tliis is the second time since 1823 Unit a similar occurrence has taken place. At that, lime, the earliest year in .vliieh there is any record of that part of the country, the bed of the lake was n largo pniirie, Payne's prairie, having in it, a body of water vitll- cd theSinlc and a small creek. In 18GS heavy rains filled up the prairie, but, the water dis.ipportred after n short finio, and Hie prair.o was again dry land. In 187iJ, litter a series of heavy rains, the Sink ovcrllovod and the creek swelled to the dimensions of a lake. During several years the water increased till a larger ln,k« win formed, and for fully liftoeii years HuiHcient depth of wator stood over iho prairie to allow of small steamers. During the last two, however, Hie waters havo been gradually lowering, and about three weeks ago they commenced going down with surprising rapidity, the lako fall ing about eight feet in ton clays, until now nothing is loft of Alaehua hike but the memory of it. The Sink is considered tlio eause 'of this elumtfo, Thero is evidently an underground passage connected with it, and for Home reason not understood this underground passage lina been noting ;ui n drain until nil tho 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 tho Sink, The juice of tho sour orango was largely ueod in fever and malaria^ troubles, and tho rod inpn brought the sick long distances that its healing virtues might be freely tried. There is a legend of two warriors who, disputing over a dusky maiden of tho tribe, sl.rugglod, fiercely in a hand-to-hand combat on tho edge of the Sink, and finally foil in, only to be drawn down by the treacherous waters into, the sinkhole, from whence they float- ad through tho subterranean channels, uiul later, locked in each other's arms, wore found in tho waters of the St. Johns. Near tho center of tho Sink rises a mass of rock, porous limestone, honeycombed with Assures, and in its middle portion a holo in which a man could stand' upright. Not a particle of- soil is upon or around it and yet vinos and ferns flourish, and at it?i peak a stunted hackberry treo throws oil I. isjxirso foilago. Years ago Prof. Ag .ssi/, visiting tho spot with a local scientist, remarked: "In that rock you see tho foundation on which Florida rests; ns tho action of tho water wears ono linsuro through into another now underground channels are formed, streams ai-o diverted from their course, mid masses of earth fill in—hence tho sinks, mysterious rive rs etc." lliu'il oil tho JiulKU. Judge— ''Have you anything to say'be- fore sentence is passed?" Prisoner—"Nuthin 1 , only I wouldn't; be hero if it wasn't fer ignorance of the law." • Judge—"Your ignorance of the law is no excuse." Prisoner—'"Taiu't ni> ignorance I'm talkin' about. It's yours." — Street & Smith's Good Nows, ','l'ho UHIIII! Hjiucnli, Bilkins— "So, after courting that girl for ton years, you at last got up spunk enough to propose?" Wilkins—"Yes, propobed .last night. I guess it'll bo all right." "Eh? Didn't she accept?" "Not exactly, but 1 think she will." "What did she toy?" "It's so sudden."—Near York Weekly. A Welcome Itollof. Sea Captain—"There is no hope! Tho ship is doomed! In an hour wo will all be dead." Seasick Passenger—"Thank .Heaven!" —New York Weekly. "It was heart iailure," say the doctors, and they say it so often that wo put en our thinking pads. Ono business man man after another falls out of sight, and when wo ask what tho trouble was the 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 the matter. We sleep with one eye open, talk business in our dreams, swallow a whole meal—soup, entree, roist and dessert—with one gulp, and then when we hover over the fifties the heart gets disgusted at its treatment and closes up the concern, If Americans would take life more easily and more leisurely they might be joval and frolic- somo at ninety. Uae of Knowledge, Do not try to Ixs a complete encyclopedia of all human knowledge, for you will never succeed,- and, if you could succeed, you would only make on encyclopedia by spoiling a man. He who uses his knowledge, however little it may be, to a good purpose, ia far more useful in the world than any walking dictionary 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 thuni-hcrew and other barbarous modes of extorting confessions from supposed criminals down in South Carolina, by substi luting a mire refined method of torture. The other day they took a woman and a man who had 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 thorn good-by, all the time exhorting them to confess, and then told them of a reprieve which hod 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, as they must have done in those-minutes on the scaffold. It ie said that Go'v. Tillman was a party to tt»W, frftftUty. which, if true., ie the w«p| charge thai has evej '--- TWO of the American ftaltor* la Vnlpni :il«o Jlny 1)1*. V.u.i-An.uso, Oct. 22.— The oonaition of two of the six sailors from tho Baltimore who were wounded in the cowardly attack by the Chilean mftn-of- warsniGU last week, is now considered critical. The names of tho injured Americans nro Hamilton,Talbot, Turnbull, Anderson, Davidson, nml I'siinter. Cant. Scliley of tho Baltimore has again been assured by the iiitcnclente of the city that he will make a thorough investigation into the afTair and punish tlio Chilituis who are shown to have taken part, in tbti assault. 80 far ns the matter has already been looked into all tho fn, ts go to prove that gross cruelty WBB practiced upon I lie Americans, and Unit. th« murderous nssiin t u as altogether unprovoked. 1'Jvery government ofllclal who bus expressed any opinion on tb« subject has said that he rcgruttoii tho occurrence very mtieh and hoped that the aggressors would bo severely punished. Tho investigation by Capt. ijch'.cy conlinos tho report that tna mob was composed of Chilean sailor* and boatmen, and that the at -tacit was plnmuid. It, is now alleged that Uoatn- Wuin B Mate liegun w is shot by n po- llcoimin. Tho American Miilors wore assaulted at various points throughout tho city, COLLIER CAUGHT. t;ittrn:>o'* Inmmr l,titvjrer l» Arrvnted l»v n Itnlllli: CiiK!Ai;o, Oct. JL-. — li'ranU Collier, the insane lawyer who made ils esmpo frnmihu Dunning asylum .•ycsti.-ntay ninr MI,' by jumping iiito a mysterious biiguy, w:is arrested thia nun i ing, and in imw at thu detention hospital, When (.'oilier uuulo his escape .yesterday ho started in the direction of the city, but- all oll'orts to locate him last night were \insiuvessfut. lie remained in hiding until this morn- Ing, when lie Bmldeiily made his appearance in Judge- Itrentano'a eonrt room. Ho demanded u writ of habeas corpus, but a bail ill' quietly put him under arrest and took him from the room. CHOLERA EPIDEMIC IN CHINA. lliin<trc<lK ItrportiHl to IInv« Already ISIlMl <>l I III! l>l»fll»U. SAN Ku.vNdiHco, Cul., Oct. SJ.—Advices from China brought by th» steamship Oci tin Ie. give the details ot the cholera epidemic at Ainoy. Deaths nro far in the hundreds, tlio victims including several KngHsli and American missionaries. i\lrs. MeOrcgor, wll'o of Dr. MeC.repor of tho Church of England mission, died al'tcr an illness of only six hours. The greatest mortality is among tlio Clunesn. The sub- tu'bs dl'Chiun Kiaii;;' have been devas* tilled by the scnurgi! and signs of mourning are seen on every house. The natives lulu: no measures to prevent the spread of tho di>euse, and merely olVer saerillecs to their gods or engiigu in various ceremonicB to ap- them. llonlil* TI>..Jr Mncnrlfy. " LONDON, Oct. y;.'.-—Miss Anna I'ar- ncll, sister of the late Charles Stewart Parnell, writes to tlm press exprn.ssintf her disbelief in Hut sincerity of tho, prolusions of a <li;siru to secure autonomy for Ireland. Miss Parnell declares that, over Kiiuo the- Phixnlx pnrli uiurders she hns been frightened at the tendency among a certain class of Irish politicians to adopt an altitude of servility Inward England and contribute to tlio monstrous growth of tho Gladstone boom. <'<>vorii<><I by ilio 'I'nrlir A<-i. WASHINGTON, Oct. •;:.'.—Acting Secro- tnry Spauldlng stiites that section 11 of the union postal convention J'orbia- ding tlio transmission of any articles through iliu mails liable to customs duty is supei-eedcd by the larllV regulations In regard to books imported for- Institutions of learning. The tariff act. makes such importation free of duty, and hence they can not conflict with, tihe postal regulations. , Froo Tuition. " ' M, 1'a., Oct 22.--The board of trustees of thy Lehigh university has unanimously passed resolution* abolishing freu tuition on and after Jan. l, 18W. Getn Three VUIII-M HIM! u Ilenvy Fine. YOUNUBTOWN, Ohio. Oct. !2i!. — Township-Treasurer Dnu^lns, who roiently embezzled §17,000 i.own money, was to-day sentence.'.! to three years in the penitentiary and fined S2il,000. CHICAGO MARKETS- llonrd of Trade. Cmruoo, Out. W.-On 'Ulumgo trading wu» of a liberal volunip. and prk-oa were unwilled. Whmit, was KiioiiR i-arly, showing 1 Cent ndvunre to iws-s coins for Deooinber, but sold off later to fit l-» cents itnd olosed I cent under vi-itetdny, nt 01 1-V cents. Corn held (Inn uud closed "4 3-4 cuts for October and 4H 7-8 cents Noveiu'.i>r. Oats ruled firm and hlL'her Provision* wcr* flrtu M d centrally hlitherwiihlnrd closing easy. Vessel room WHS tiiki-ii for nljont SOO.OvM bushels wheiitataii iidvuncn or 1-4 cent freight to Buffalo. Live Stork. , Oct 2-3. -Hoi-elpt.sof cattle, 18,000' made up ot 4,003 Tex. -ins li.noo innaors, 'sni S.OOOniitU-es. Trade slow ;iil nlone tlie lint With values rat hpr on tlio down-turn than otnerwlse. Receipts of hops. 27.0UO; slow and 5ctntsto 10 etiiils lower Uoiigli und ooni- Bion 3.7.1 to $3. (HI; niiM-d unil pni-kcrs', fc to 14.15: prlnio lionvv iiinl butcher Mi-i MM) to *«.:«; prime llsht, 4.]r, 1,, ?< r,; IS 75 to W. ill. Kc-oel pis of slui.-p, (I.IKW; )owei,»licO|. no tidy. New York Mo<-U». K«\r YOKK, Oct. 28.~ The marker opened active and slronj! with irond buy inM () f Ai ob Insrm for Boston acc-onm.. Tin- West, sent buyini! orders h, tjulncy. Si, !•„„!, an( j northern 1'aclfio. Chicago ttas declined S-» per ct-nt on Bales by the room. Tho temper of spcciilutlon was coiisei-vmlvelv bullish Commission people h.vl buying order* la 1, * London stock*. LONDON, Oct. 82. -- H ltr silver Is «8-ia, The BanU of England rat oof alseauut -Is' on'. •hanged iu 3 pet- cent TUB butlio;i m t)i» Bank of England deofiMMHaJl £884.000 a urine th« U«>t week. TUe i reserve to WaWMfj

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