Pittston Gazette

              ESTABLISHED 1850. I VOL. Xt.UI. NO. :!«. ) Oldest Newspaper in the Wyoming Valley. PITTSTON, LUZERNE CO., PA., FRIDAY, MAY 25, 18111. A Weekly Local and Family Journal. !"-.5n0I5?^Fm TH£ OLD MILL MYSTERY, "What do you mean? Ah, there is more behind. What is ifc? Please, what is the worse? Tell me the worst," she cried, in a voice through which the pain and dread were audible. had been longing to asK tier rrom ine moment of their meeting; and with a return of the anxious worried look to his ffece, he turned his head this way and that, as if to make sure that they were not overheard, ami said in a low, "1 ean't explain that—1 don't know what it can mean. There must be door went lD:iek tCD him somewhat puzzled.and when the set was broken it made it impossible to set it. riplit. again. NYE VTKTTS JAIL. cessfnl fight ever mafic by civilians against a desperate band of robbers and murderers. I also thought it would be a lesson to the young who may have notions of robbing banks as a means of obtaining a livelihood. some mistake." ne spoke hurriedly and in manifest agitation; and h's cheeks had paled. "Is there anything else?" he asked, in a low troubled tone. He took hold again of her dress and drew her close tiD him. Thru' of the rolDlM4rs entered C 'ondon's bank to overdraw their account. Mr. Carpenter turned from his ledger to wait on these, men, whose footsteps he heard, when he found a powerful indorsement in the way of three Winchesters, along with a sight draft for the amount on hand. "I've been fearing this," he said, in a voice in which eagerness and terror were struggling, 'lie was mad against Coode; and that ni^lit"—here his voice went to a whisper—"he was awful wild in his manner. Do you think he may have quarreled with yon and have given him a crack in his rage? Do you feel sure yourself, lass, that nothing happened between them?" HE DESCRIBES IT AS A LEADING INDUS- "The police have found a witness who saw Tom go into the mill at about ten o'clock on Friday night," answered the man, in slow, distinct tones. TRY AND TELLS OF THE INMATES. By Arthur W. Marchmont, B. A. nervous voice "Is it true, Mary?" "Is what true?** The girl, seeing his distress, had not the courage to say anything about the finding of the weapon—knowing that she had destroyed all the danger of An A in hit inns i:x«-«nt inner Wha Has Fallon Be snre, boys, that no desperate man ever lived to enjoy what he has won by deeds of blood. The average desperado lasts about three years in this climate, according to statistics, and even during that time he sleeps very poorly of nights. Think of Emmett Dal ton I In 12 minutes after he entered the town of Coffeyville he lay, torn and shattered with buckshot, in the alley, where near him lay his dead brothers, with their warm blood drenching the false beards and the money they had died to win. Eight dead and three wounded lay within a few yards. I said to Colonel Elliott, and I say hero now, that Emmett Dalton ought to be ashamed of himself. She tried bravely to keep up an appearance of indifference, even to Reuben Gorringe, friend though he said was was. "What I read in the newspapers yesterday about — about Mr. Coode that he was—that he was killed in the mill?" Short of Ills Mark At the Seone of tlic (•real Million FigHt, Willi a lirapliic Dr- Author ok "Miher Hoadijcy's Secret," "Madaljne Power," "By Whom "No, 1 don't think there's anything slie answered. "Hut you see /low u li v we thought there should he an explanation." that M*ri|»tion of It. Gratton Dalton made a profane ro mark to Mr. Carpenter regarding the state of the country and the slack condition of tr.ade. This convinced Mr. Carpenter and Mr. Ball, the cashier, that the men were not. all they should be. These bank officers said very little, but held their hsuids higher than usual, Mr. Ball ripping one of his sleeves under the arm. Hand." "Isa," &c., &c, "What does that prove?" she asked, glancing up at him with almost as much fear as if he had been a judge. The question let a bright light of liapp.v relief into the girl's heart an«l filled her with an absolute reassurance of her confidence in him. more. ffojiyriidit, IflM, by Kilgar W. Nyo.l In the Southwest ) In the Spring of tiik Yeab. \ The jail at Fort Smith, Ark., is one of the leading industries hero. I visited it, for it is the only Qoncern I know of that has not felt the depression in business this year. * [Copyright, 1882, by tho Author.] "Yes, I am sure, father—quite sure," answered Mary, in a tone so confident1 that it comforted and reassured tli« "It shows that he was in the mill that night—on the last that Mr. Cootie was seen alive—almost at the hour when he was thought to have been— to have died," he said, checking himself and changing the expression he was going to use. "Yes, it is true; terribly true, dear When did you see it?" The man sat a long1 time without saying a word in reply. Ili.s elbow was resting on the arm of the seat and his hand, with the fingers clenched tightly, was held against his face, as he pressed his knuckles hard against his teeth. When he spoke it was in a tone of evident trouble and fear. It was something to be solved afterwards. Why had he fled from the village? That was the first question to be answered. And there was only one person who could answer it to hex —Tom himself. tence which at tlrst held her, ana the thought of it stabbed the poor girl to the heart. She sat for a minute or two perfectly still In dumb misery. "Across the sea!"—he to 111 out his life in one world; she to live in another— a life of work, hopeless, wearying, void of love. old man. "Yesterday morning, just after I had postal uiy letter to you. Who did itV Is it known yet?" '•You're a good lass, Mary—a good lass," he said. "I've been wronging the lad -and such a lad as he has al ways been, too. Poor lad! Poor Tom I suppose, they have taken him up, haven't they?" "No; nobody knows yet!" "Is the warden here?" I inquired of a stocky, good natured man who was sitting by the door in the glorious spring weather. Mr. Dalton then took from his person a two bushel grain sack and asked the b:uik to put its money in there. He said he would see that no one disturbed them at all. "But does anyone suppose that if Tom Roylance went to the mill to—to do any such act as—as this, he would have gone publicly for all the world to see? People, when they go to do wrong, don't carry a lamp to show others what they are doing, I suppose, do they?" She spoke fast, trying to feel a she spoke. "When did it happen? Is anyorif suspected?" he asked in a quick hurried voice. There was another who could say something— Savannah Morbyn. She could say whether Tom had gone with her. And the dilemma whicli the answer to that question suggested tc the distracted girl made her more wretched than ever. "1 am not safe for an hour, Mary. ! spoke irritably just now; I am sorry Forgive me, my lass; 1 shan't have another chance. It only means I shall hasten my going by a day or so. You don't think me capable of doing sneli a thing as this, do you?" ho said, turning to her. "Yes," answered Mary, glad that she had not bad the task of breaking tin* news.* "They charge him, but they've* got to make good their words, and that's a very different thing. Then, you haven't told anyone about his coming here late on Friday night?" After a time she read the letter again, and the second reading was not so fruitful of emotion. Her reasoning faculties were less deadened by her feelings: and she was surprised that Tom did not refer to what had happened at the mill, nor did he give the cause of his having left Walkden Bridge. "No, sir. He is away." "Well, who is in charge now?" "I am," he said, but did not ask mo to como in. "Some time on Friday night it hap pened. It is not quite certain when He was seen alive somewhere about eight o'clock on Friday evening; and when Jake Farnworth went to the mill to fettle up something in the engim shed, he found hiin dead." She did noi answer his second question, but lie repeated it. I forgot to say that Mr. Dalton had no account whatever at Condon's bank and as a matter of fact had no claim on the bank. Theft I gave him my name sind asked him if I conld visit the institution. If Torn had gone with Savannah, then he was false to her. If he had not gone with her. then what could be the reason of his flight? They got all there was in sight—some $4,000—and they demanded what was in the vault, but Dalton was told that the time lCx;k would not open till 0:80. It was really 20 minutes of 10 at that time, but Dalton was afraid to lopk at his watch, as he had to keep his-, gun pointed that way or something might have happened to him, for the bank was not at that time friendly with the Daltous."Nay, Tom, I would nevcrbelieve it, unless you yourself told me you had done it. I trust you, lad, and love you too well to think like that of you." "No, lass, not a soul. I was too skeered to say a word about it. For lie was awful wild and strange-like," ha Too Economical. "I don't say he went publicly," answered the man. "Mary, my lass," he said, suddenly, taking her hand and clasping it firmly. "it's no use struggling against this. Heaven knows, I'd spare you the knowledge of it all, if 1 could. Tom was seen to break into the mill from the back—round by Watercourse lane; you know the spot. The police know it all now: and as if that were not enough, the traces of the window having been forced have been seen easily enough, while olose by the window inside the mill thld was found." The tourist on his tour is among us, and included in the number ore many refined and cultivated Americans of the sort one Is glad to havo here as peripatetic exhibits of the civilization of the northern republio. But as on tho "continong" there are tourists and tourists, so here one encounter* somo rare and entertaining "specimens." In an interior city a week ago I met at a little hotel an American traveling for his health who spent his time endeavoring to economise his cash, tie passed two hours one night devising how he might walk to the station at 4 am. and so save 10 cents car fare. He was a great big economizer and had digestod "Poor Richard's Almanac.'' A penny saved was a penny earned. That his hotel did not famish him with matches worried this poor Richard. Three cents out of a dollar that he had given a waiter to got him a box of matches completely unstrung him, and his nerves became entangled like telephone wires in tho line gale. He talked to me sadly and In a deep, husky voice for II minutes regarding this abuse. Then he had a row with the waiter, and how It would havo resulted I do not know had I not informed him that the waiter in question was the man who was to call him at 8:30 to catch his train, and that possibly the waiter might purposely oversleep himself.But she was utterly miserable and broken, and for two days, during which no news came except the bad news that vague suspicion wa,s beginning to point to her lover's directionshe was comfortless and disconsolate. With this thought uppermost, she Yead it again, and found that although there were one or two vague sentence? which might or might not be taken tc refer to the tragedy at the mill, they were not such as he would have written.said. "Do they suspect anyone?" "They've hardly begun to tnalte any "lly the way, did you sec whether ho brought anything in wiii him when ho came?" asked Mary, the thought of her discovery in the parlor returning to her. "Yon lire better to me than I've deserved, lass," he answered. "But I'll try and make up for it all in time to inquiries y£t," she answered, evadingit"A»e you sure come." Then a spark of light flashed. Savannah came home on the Monday evening. Mary went to her at ouce. asked, anxiously "I thought they might perhaps suspect me." lie said this with a forced and uneasy laugh that grated painfully on the girl's ear of that, lass?" he "lint, you'll come back to the Bridge and face it out, won't j*ou?" she said "There's no good comes in running away, lad." "I don't know that he had. I rather think lie hadn't, but I can't rightly say. Have you seen Savannah? The lass hasn't been in for a week or more and I miss her sorely." "I cannot tell you all that has happened. ... I wish now with all my heart I had taken your advice. Dalton said he could wait till the time lock opened, but soon he got in a hurry and made a coarse and profano remark."Where have you been, Savannah?* she asked; and something in her manner revealed by some instinct to the other what feelings prompted the visit and the question. . . . . 1 cannot stay in the country after what has happened." These sentences were Just what anyone might have written who was referring to some other reason for leaving the town, and not to the tragedy. "Nay, I'll not go back till thing's arc plainer. 1 can't understand what it means; and maybe after a bit the tmth'll come out. But I can't see how the thing's to be put right now." "Why you, Tom? Why should they suspect you? Did you go to the mill that night, as we arranged you should? I have often wondered whether you did." "flhe's been away; went Friday, and only came back yesterday. I saw her last night." Meantime two customers camo into the bank and concluded to remain there. By this time the citizens had discovered the character of the men and began to shoot into the bank from the hardware store marked C. The firing brought moro armed men, and soon the robltera were besieged in the bank and had to retire to the back rCx»m, where they held a directors' meeting to discuss whether they should close tho bank or resume business. Theyhad left their bag in the front room and did not dare go back after it, the firing w;is so hot, so they got one of their prisoners to go out on his hands and knees to bring it back to where they were. As he spoke he took out of his pocket a thin neck scarf, with Tom's name on it She turned her handsome face and flashed her large eyes, bright with a menacing gleam, upon the other. Then she toughed, as if rejoicing at the girl's misery. "If you go away, there will be many who will look at that as an admission that you can't explain things," urged Marv. in a low voice. "I wish she'd come in for a bit. Tell her, if you see her, it's lonesome lying here by oneself, now, without the lad's home coming to look forward to," said the old man, with a sigh. What was it, then, that he could not tell? Mary recognized it instantly, herself had given it to him. "Who found that?" she asked, just in a whisper. She "No, lass, I didn't go. I started to go, but I never went." "I wish now you had." she said "You might have saved his life. This might never have happened if you'd gone there. Why didn't you go?" That Tom would not stay in the country when he felt that he had been branded as a suspected thief, was a natural enough decision for him to make; l»ut what if the letter did mean that he had heard the news and was poing away in consequence? How was it possible that he had not heard? All of the evening papers on Saturday had been full of it; the morning papers that day had had long reports; the very fact of the murder having taken place in such a spot as a mill was enough to make everyone in Lancashire talk alDont it. "What shall I care what they think when I'm away? I shall go." "What is that to you? Can't I gc where 1 please?" "I did," said Gorringe. "I have not shown It to anyone yet," he added, as if anticipating her next question. "I'll come back myself as soon as 1 can," saiil Mary, touched by the words. "But I must go home for awhile." "Where will you go, Tom?" she asked, her heart filling at the thought of the long separation. "Then, why do you come bothering me with your questions?" Then shr burst suddenly Into a loud laugh. "You are a fool, Mary; a great fool. You had better give him up." "Of course yon can." "I don't know. 1 suppose I was a bit afraid of facing him, or I didn't think any good would come of it. lie was so dead sure of my having tampered with Close by her cottage she met Gibeon Prawle. The girl buried her face in her hands again, profoundly moved by what had been told her; too full of distress to speak. Then she rose and held out her band. "I don't know. I shall get off tr Liverpool to-day; and whatever vessel'r going. I shall sail at the earliest piDs sible moment." Since the time of the explosion he had remained in the village, but had avoided Mary. Now, contrary to his custom, he crossed the street and AT T1IE J AII., his money." "Yes," he said. "I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll swap shows with you." "What do you mean?" cried Mary, angrily. "Is that why you came away, then?" "Yes, mostly, that and other things." "May I go to Liverpool with you?' "I cannot yet understand all that you have told me. 1 am bewildered. Forgive me if 1 ask you to leave me alone now—unless, that is," with sudden wistful pain and fear in her voice, "unless there is anything else to tell me." "What other things?" she asked came up to her. So I gave him a pass for the evening, and wo started in to visit the prison, which is a big, rectangular building, standing in the middle of a largo, grassy knoll overlooking the city. "Another day In this hotel which does not furnish niatches?" he cried. "I cannot stand that!" I hinted that a dime given then and there to the waiter might serve as a winding up of his internal alarm clock, but my poor Richard did not see It. This man, who missed all the charming sights of a very interesting city because he used up his time In discussing petty charges, is a type of a sort of man who should never travel. He looked frank and honest, but he was "clus ez the bark to a tree."—Boston Herald. "Oh! what do I mean, I wonder, and whom do I mean? Hah, you are a fool! Hut you are too good for liim—too good; aye, and too goody. You know whom I mean." "Oh. I don't want to talk about them. Never mind them now. I did come away, and ever since I saw what had happened that night, I've been downright afraid lest they should think I'd cut it on account of—of old Coode'p death." "Better not, lass, better not. You shall know where I am settling as soon as I know myself. You can wait that while—can't you, my dear?" "This'll trouble yon, Mary, I've heard the news," he without any other greeting. "I'm sorry." Meantime the other two robbers had been more successful at the First National bank, and had scoured $20,000. This bank is marked B on tho diagram. "What nevs do you mean, Oilteon?" she asked, as if in ignorance of his meaning. She could get to no solution, except that she would go and Bee him the very first thing next day. She took out paper and began a letter to tell him so. Hut she did not finish it, as she reflected that now it might not be safe to write to him by name. Then she destroyed the letter. "Yes. Tom," she said, simply, slip ping her hand into his. "You maj trust that I'll be as true as the light.. But it'll be a sad time for me, f reckon;" and she laid her head on hb shoulder and clung to him. "I shall be woeful without my lad," she said smiling up to him through her tears. Some of the prisoners .are Indians, but they are not of the Ramona stripe. They are more of the Cherokee strip. People who read "Ramona" do not expect to find an Indian in jail unless the court, has erred in its judgment. I was pained to hear that some of these red brothers wore charged with stealing. Some of them arc even charged with murder. This striving little jail has over 20 murderers in it at this writing, some of them not yet 21 years old. Finally the unhappy robbers in Condon's bank got out and exchanged shots with the citizens, who wero giving it to them redliot. Coffeyville men, especially Mr. I sham, tho hardware man, and Mr. Kloehr, a livery stable man, are dead shots. One of the robbers was wounded in the arm so that he could not use his gun before he got out of the bank, and by the time the five got to tho alley, where they met within 60 yards of their horses, Mr. Isliain was raking the entire length of the alley, and Mr. Kloehr, from tho back of the building marked F, where there was a high board fence, was giving them a warm dose ever and anon. "Savannah!" exclaimed Mary, in her wonderment at the other's manner. "No. Mary. I have nothing more to tell yov. I iiave brought enough bad "About Tom," replied the other. "I should like to help you if you'll let me." "Savannah," she replied, mocking Mary's tone. "Savannah. Well, what is it you want to know from Savannah?" Then her nmnner changed suddenly to her usual softness. "You are making yourself miserable, fretting. What is it? Tell me frankly, like yourself, and I will tell you all you want to know." Hut 1 have some- "I wish you'd tell mc what other things led to your coming away, dear," said Mary, gently. thing I should like to say before I go. You know where Tom is. Go to him." "I want no help of yours. I have not yet forgotten what I heard that night," replied Mary, /looking mean ingly at him. "Why? It can't do any good that I can see," he answered, somewhat sharply. "I've been a fool, Mary," he said, in a low, rather ashamed voice, "but I've given it the go-by now. Don't ask me any questions about that; anyway not yet. I'll tell you some day. I've In'en a mad fool, but it's all over, if you can forgive me. I'm going away, as I told you in the letter, and I don't want you to think hardly of me, lass; but I'd rather you didn't ask n« anything about that," he ssiid. dejectedly.She was tearing it up when some one came to thrf cottage and knocked. It was Reuben Gorringe, and as soon as he entered the door Mary saw by the expression on his face that he had important news. "What do you mean?" asked Mary, in sudden alarm, showing the man by the expression on her face that he had guessed aright. Conld Not Kill the Rope. "Don't cry, Mary. We shall be hap pier away out of it all In a new home with a new start. I shall send for you soon. Will you keep yourself ready tc come to me?" "You mean you'll have no dealings with me, because I had a hand in tl at plant?" Mr. W. H. Hudson, writing of uniirmi lifo on the great South American pampas, where there are many kinds of snakes, both venomous and nonvenomous, say* that their enemies are legion. But perhaps tho most notable of snake killers la the largo lizard known as the Iguana. The Iguana is no mean adversary, as may be judged from the fact that dogs which attack one sometimes come off with a broken leg. Tho lizard docs not wait for the snake to take the offensive, but goes swiftly In pursuit, and being very rapid In Its motions seldom has any difficulty In over* taking its victim, which it dispatches by blows of its powerful tail. "I thought you would be sure to know. I will not ask you. If you do not kAow, never mind; If you do, then think of it. Go to him, ask him to tell you frankly what all this means, to give you the fullest information of every movement of his on that night, and to say whether he can at once face an inquiry. If he can let him come back at once; if he cannot, then we, his friends here, can help him to a place of safety until the time comes when all can be cleared." "I want to know whether you have seen Tom Roylance while you have been away," said Mary, after a moment's pause. "I don't trust yon, Gibeon; and I want no help from them I can't trust." Starr, the? outlaw and murderer, is ono of them. Ho looks to bo about 20 anil is not a bad looking chap excepting that ho has remarkably piercing cheek bones and a restless eye. He has killed moro people oven at 20 than many a successful physician 00 years of ago. ■'You have news?" she said, glancing at him, somewhat nervously. "Aye, Tom. I shall )De waiting al ways and eagerly for that signal; and it'll lie a glad day that when it comes. I love you with all my heart and soul." and then, although they sat together in the broad light of day, she threw her nrins around his neck and kissed him, and drew him to her and made him kiss her in return. •"Well, you can do as you like, with your beastly pride," he answered, somewhat angrily. "And if you hadn't saved my life you might go to the deuce. But I'm not so bad as you inclined to think, and I might be able to do you a good turn over this "Where should I see Tom—your Tom?" said the other girl, laughing again, mockingly, but softly. "Savannah is back," he said. "I know. 1 have seen her," answered Alary. In fact, Grat Dalton and Bill Powers had received mortal wounds before they *ot 20 steps from the bank. Every little while a bullet would knock a little puff of dust from tho robbers' clothes, and by that the citizens knew that they had hit Powers staggered to his horse, but as he put his foot in the stirrup a vD»ll him in the back, and this noble brute fell under the feet of his horso to rise no mora "You know that she has not seen Tom, then?" he asked. His mother and sister camo down on the train with us tho evening before. The former is a gentlo eyed, middlo aged, dark woman of quiet demeanor, but evidently did not understand how to successfully bring up a boy. In a few weeks this lad will bo called home. It is needless to say that ho will go directly to paradiso, whero all the murderers go if wo can rely upon their farewell remarks on tho gallows. t "I didn't ask where; but whether you have seen him at all?" said Mary, looking steadily at her. "I'll only ask you one thing. You're sure you weren't in the mill that night, Tom?" "Yes, I am glad of it," replied the job." "I heard you," replied Savannah, j*- turning the look, but dropping her eyes before Mary's gaze, as she answered, langhinp lightly again, "and I didn't say whether I'd seen him at all, but asked where I should see him. So we are quits—see?" "Glad?" echoed Gorringe. . • "Very glad," said Mary, confidently. "Do you know what it means?" •'Yes. It means that Tom has been wronged in regard to her." girl "That's our good-by, lad," she said. "We'd best go now, lest I break down.' "1 don't want your help, I tell you," repeated the girl. "I don't want anybody's help. And you couldn't help me if I did." "Sure? Of course, I'm sure! Who says different? I wasn't far away from the mill, but I didn't go into it." A friend of Mr. Hudson was oat riding after his cattle. His lasso was attached to the saddle, and the end trailed along the ground after him. A big iguana lay In tho sun apparently asleep. It paid no attention to the horse as It passed, but the next instant it raised its head and fixed it* attention on tho 10 feet of lasso slowly trailing by. Suddenly it rushed after the rope and dealt It a succession of violent blows with its tail. When the whole of tho lasso, several yards of which had been pounded in vain, had been dragged by, the lizard, with uplifted head, continued gating after it with the greatest astonishment* When she was alone Mary gave herself up, without restraint, to the storm of feeling that swept over her. The terror, inspired by the news which Reuben Gorringe had brought, was intensified by the air of reluctance with which he had told it, and by the infinite kindness and friendliness with which he had spoken at the end, and had offered his advice that she should go and question her lover. "C bless you, my lass, while we're nprtrt," he said. "Then if anyone says they saw you going into the place that night about ten o'clock from the Watercourse-lane, It wouldn't be true, would it?" They walked back together into the great city, biwk to the station, scarcely speaking, for the hearts of l»oth were full; and they looked out the girl'? train. It was to start soon, and Tom wiid he would wait and see her away. "You don't know that, Mary," said the man "Why did he run away if not with her?" asked Gorringe, sharply, looking at her as he delivered the thrust. "1 know that I wouldn't have your help, even if I did want it;" and with that she walked on. Dick Broadwell, Who was with Grat "Do you mean yon won't tell me?" "Do you mean you think I've been away with your lover?" "Uecause Mr. Coode and you told him to go if he wished to avoid proceeding against him on the other matter You drove him to go away," she answered, readily. "Wo, It would he a thundering lie, whoever said it," he answered, vehemently. Then he added, quickly and shrewdly: "Then I'm right. They dr suspect me, eh?" At the cottage she found a note from Reuben Gorringe. I visited tho gallows whero over 90 men have passed 011 to their reward It is an inclosuro with an elevated platform at one end, with a roof over it, so that thero need bo no postponement on aeconnt of weather, for they have never disappointed an audience sinco tho construction of the building. Tho trap has a capacity of eight men, I would think. At tho back of tho platform is a long bench for tho chairman and gleo cluh. At tho front is tho long trap hinged on tjoth sides, so that when tho trigger is sprung the platform p;irts in tho middle and the speaker drops through it with great vigor. Dalton in tho Condon bank, was shot In the back, but crawled out of a lumber pile and got 011 his horse, when a bullet and a big load of buckshot, door hinges and scrap iron overtook him, and bleeding ho roClo away out of town, where, a short distance off, his body was found soon after. Mary flushed crimson at this. "And suppose I say I have; what then?" said Savannah, quickly. "Have you any money, Tom?" she asked "This is terrible news. I had better see you at once. Either come to me at the mill or let me know of your return that I may come to you." "Enough for my passage," he answered. "I can work when I get there, wherever I may go." "Then 1 should ask you where he is?** answered Mary, her voice quivering partly with passion, partly with pain and the effort it cost her to restrain herself under the other's sneers. "You believe, then, that his only object in going away was this desire to avoid the consequences which Mr. Coode mentioned?" he asked, after • pansn. "J nave no reason to believe anything else " But to go and question him on all the points of doubt and suspicion which Reuben Gorringe had suggested would seem like accusing him and doubting him at the same time. Did she doubt him? She told herself over and over again that he could not have done anything so atrocious; but one after another the accusing facts which Gorringe had told her rose up and refused to be explained away. "What scarf had you 011 that night, Tom?" she asked, passing over his last question. "1 brought with me what I had in the house. Tuke it," and she gave him a small shabby purse. "It's as much yours as mine," she said, with a trust ful, loving smile. Mary went up at once to the mill, and not finding the manager there left word that she had been seeking him. She had been at home some little time, and had made a meal—the first she had had that day—before Gorringe came. Never before hod such a wonderful snake crossed its path.—Youth's Companion. "Why, just what I have on now, to be sure," he answered, readily. "But what do you mean by such a question as that?" Bob Dalton reached the little building marked J. It is tho city jail and is about ono size larger than a common cooking stovo. Here, while looking up toward the windows of surrounding buildings, from which he seemed to think tho bullets were coming, a 6hot or two from Isham's store knocked him sver, and he crawled away to a pilo of curbstones. Ho rose, however, and made a last effort to shoot Kloehr, but missed and Kloehr returned the fire, striking Bob in the breast, and ho fell without a groan. Grat Dalton, after shooting the city marshal, tried to get away, but Mr. Kloehr gave him his death shot, the ball entering the center of the throat and breaking the neck. The Rothschild Influence. "What sweet humility! what touching gentleness! After that it would be cruelty to keep j'ou in suspense. No, I haven't seen Tom, and don't want to see him; and I don't know where he is, and care. Does that satisfy you?" The accession of Lord Rosebery to the premiership of the British empire increases the prestige of the famous banking house of Rothschild. Lord Rosebery has been identified with tho latter ever since his marriage with Miss Hannah Rothschild. She bequeathed to him her vast fortune when she died, but it remains in the hands of the Rothschild firm. Not a dinner party does he give but that one of the Rothschilds is present, and his political power and social prestige are increased a hundredfold by the knowledge that he has at bis back the inexhaustible resources of the Rothschilds, who control the finances of nearly every continental country. At Paris they have ono of their coreligionists and adherents, M. Riiynal, who is minister of the interior and possessed of the most extensive executive power in France. In Italy it is one of their race again, Signor Sonnino, who Is minister of the treasury. At Vienna and at Pesth their word is law at the ministry of finance. At Brussels King Leopold docs nothing without' consulting M. Lambert, the son-in-law and representative of Baron Alphonse Rothschild, while in Portugal and Spain tho treasury is bankrupt, and there is no Jew at the head of affairs.—San Francisco Argonaut. "My poor lass!" he said, sighing as lie spoke. "I'd better tell you plainly. They say you were seen getting into tho mill that night at about ten o'clock; and that a handkerchief of yours—one I gave you, Tom—was picked up inside the mill, close by the place." "I'll send it back to you, lass, every penny: and before long," he said. "And inure with it, to pay your passage and bring you to me." He took the hand she held, and kept it a long time, as if in friendly sympathy, while he looked pityingly into her face. The girl looked up questionlngly and anxious. Thus it was with fear, and yet hope, that she looked forward to the inter view with Tom on the morrow. "When you were at his cottage. Have you any more questions to ask?" "When did you last see him?" "Yes," he said in answer to her look. "I have news, bad news. Tis hard on me to have to be the bearer of bad news to you; it will turn you agalnBt me, Mary." She smiled and pressed his hand which she was holding firmly in hers. Tho old executioner had an ambition to hang 100 men, but when ho struck tho ninety-ninth it happened to bo a warm personal friend, so he resigned, and his ambition is still unfulfilled. Ho always weight ;d his man and then got a railroad tie or log of tho samo weight, (rut out a rudo head and neck on one end of it and rehearsed with this dummy and the new rope till he was sure that all was correct and ready. Then he did the job in a way that he never felt ashamed of. "Who found it?" "I believe Reuben Gorringe did." "Curse him; he's a traitor, I believe!" cried Tom, fiercely. "And now, good-by. Don't come to the train with me. I shall bo better alone," she said. "You are suffering cruelly," he said. "This is terrible news." "What is the matter with you?" asked Mary, going to her. "You arc sc strange." "It is disgraceful that such blunders should be made," answered Mary, her face lighting momentarily with indignation.CHAPTER XX Till AKRKST. "Strange! What do you mean? Flow dare you say that?" she cried, fiercely. "You come here to spy and pry upon me, badgering me with question npon question about every this, that, and the other; and because I don't choose to answer everything directly, you turn on me and call me like that. I've not seen your lover; I don't want your lover; I wish I'd never seen him. or you, or anyone in the place. I hato you alL (Jo away," she said, with an angry gesture. "Go away! for if yon atop here I may be tempted to do you a mischief. Go away, you spy!" Then, as if excitement had spent itself, she .stopped and burst into a violent storm of sobbing. "Nayl I would never turn against anyone for the sake of the truth," answered the girl. "What is the bad On the following morning Mary felt much calmer and was able to take a more hopeful view of the facts which overnight had seemed so black and sc threatening. "Nay, Tom; he's a friend. Directly the affair at the mill had happened he came round to say that he wanted you at the mill, and that you were not tc think anything more of what had happened in the afternoon between Mr. Coode and you. He's a friend. " "Good-by, my lass." The words seemed to sink in the throat of each of them, and they stood looking steadily into each other's eyes, with their hands lightly held. "If it is a blunder, yes. Were you followed from here?" news?" "Something that seems to give the motive f.»r that deed at the mill," he The girl winced at the cruel srggestion that it was owing to her that Tom had been arrested. Her faith in her lover had strengthened, and although she could not sec her way definitely to meet the charges her confidence in Tom's ability to do that was increased. "I must go," said Mary, feeling the tears were coming again; while her lips quivered as she spoke. The result of this 12 short minutes of fighting was the utter destruction of four out of the five, Emmett Dalton being now in tho penitentiary for lifo and pretty well shot to pieces besides. Ho might have escaped with all the money if he had chosen, but returning to get his brother on his horse's back ho was shot as he stooped over, and to escape was then impossible. answered. "Can that have been the cause of his being taken?" she asked. "Against whom does it point?" she asked, almost breathlessly, her eyes wide open in apprehension. "Does he know you've come to see me?" asked the man, suspiciously. At that moment a hand was laid on the man's shoulder. "I should think not. There must have been some other clew. He must have been recognized," h» said; hul there was not enough conviction in his words to soothe the girl. "I don't ask y«n to take my word for it," he would say, with pride. "I just let my work show for itself." "Against Tom Roylatice." "What is it?" she asked, brave buf pa!e. and facing the man. If the police were, as Reuben Gor ringe had said, really beginning to suspect Tom, he must come back and give the lie to the accusation. At the same time it was possible for innocen men to need time in which to prove thei# innocence; and it was therefore necessary that she should see Tom without at the same time doing anything that would be likely to hasten any steps being taken against him. • "He doesn't know it; but he guessed I should come, and he advised me to tell you to come back to Walkdcn Bridge and face matters out, but that if not he would do whatever he could to help you to wait until the explanation could be given." "Tom Roylance, I want youl I havo to arrest you for t*he murder of Mr. Coode in Walkden Hridge on Friday night." These various wooden dummies stand yot in a corner by the scaffold, and the whole place has an air of steady, healthful, active business. "Something was taken away which concerned no one but Tom," he) answered. He paused, and then added: "Papers that related to that money business." "You mipht have said it so that the lass couldn't have heard," he said, pointing to Mary's blanched face and bloodless lips. "Oh, Tom, Tom! What have I done?" she wailed, and bent her face on her arms on the table. Suddenly she raised her head and looked seurchingly at her companion. "Why did you not warn me when you were here last night?" Tho jail now sends its long time convicts to Brooklyn, having filled up most of the othef pens in the United States. Overproduction and long hauls seem to be tho only danger to the vast volume of business done by this jail. Dead men and dollar bills were scattered over the alley, and several of the horses had been killed also. It was one of the best things for the country that ever happened, though it cost the lives of four good citizens. It was a heart-thrust, and the girl went cold. "Explanation," cried Tom, "what explanation? What does he say against .mo? " As he spoke she swayed slightly.and would have fallen to the ground had not a bystander caught her by the arm and helped her to one of the seats. Australian Cedar. Surprised, hurt and somewhat afraid, Mary left the room. As she walked homewards, the thoughts which gradually separated themselves from the too tangled maze of wonderment which Savannah'?; extraordinary conduct had caused, were first intense relief and pleasure that Tom was love-loyal to her; and, secondly, profound perplexity as to the reason for his sudden and mysterious flight. The most valuable tree produced in New South Wales is the so called red cedar, Cedrela australis, which owes its common name to the sweet smell of its wood. It is much lighter in weight than mahogany, although it bears considerable resemblance to that wood and is used for the same purpose—that is, for cabinet work and furniture in general and for the fittings of buildings where the cost is not too great. Where it is kept dry it is very durable. Naturally of a pleasing red, it turns to a deeper and richer color with age, and some trees have a beautiful grain. In The Agricultural Gazette, published at Sydney, interesting particulars are given in regard to the establishment of forest preserves in this timber, and it is gratifying to learn that even in this new oountry extensive plantations of young cedar are being made every year and are flourishing finely. "What papers were they?" she asked after awhile, her voice hoarse and low, and her lips quivering. "He does not say anything against you, dear; all he means is that there are matters which will need explanation." She was anxious to let him know- what she knew, and yet shunned the task of speaking out plainly. "It may be necessary that you should—should say why yon came away; and—and what j-ou were doing during the whole of that evening, and how the handkerchief can have come to be inside the mill close by that window." "I did not think there was more than the merest shadow of suspicion in the minds of the police," wirs the ready answer. "Do you think I could have such a thought and not tell youl If you do I had better go. If there is uo trust between us we can do nothing to save Tom from the trouble." She looked out, therefore, at the Walkden llridge station, as well as at Presburn, where she had to change carriages, to see that she was not followed; and this act of Itself made hei somewhat nervous and flurried. There were some ladies in the jail. I had never seen any lady convicts before, so went up stairs to see them. A lady felon who chews navy tobacco is a sad sight. I hope I may never see it again. I hate also to see- a lady tuking care of a little child that has been recently horn to her in cell 49. "They were the papers which proved the case," answered Gorringe. "There were the accounts, on separate sheets, the receipts given by Tom for the money he had had and the receipts he had taken from others for what he had paid. The former included those fat which no account was ever given in bj him " "\V ho missed them?" she asked, when she had time to understand what thl» meant. ! CHAPTER XXL A bullet which struck the window frame of Isham's store just missed a 50 pound can of dynamito inside the window."What does it all mean, Mary, lass?" SrSI'ECTS UORIUNOE. The question, asked in a thin, querulous, trembling voiee, greeted Mary the moment she entered Tom's cottage, and '.old Roylance peered at her from his invalid's bed with such a loolC of pain arid fear on his thin, pinched, pale face that tho girl was moved almost to tears. The First National bank had $1.98 after the roblDers had gone, but it is still doing a good business, and those who go there to overdraw their accounts on tho Dalton plan will be rudely ejected from the bank At Manchester, being quite unused to the rush and crowd of a big station, the girl felt bewildered, and gazed about her In every direction, trying to catch a glimpse of her lover. "Forgive me," cried Mary, anxious not to offend one whose help and friendship meant so much to her lover "I do trust you," and she put out her hand as if to detain hint. If only she could know where hC» had gone. That was her chief concern now. I would ratlier follow her to her grave than see a perfect lady trotting an anonymous baby inside tho walls of a penitentiary We spent the Sabbath in Coffeyville, the scene of the great Dalton ifight, which Occurred 011 the 5th day of October, 1K92. Colonel Elliott of The Journal kindly piloted us around over the field of battle, and having been on th« gronnd at the time knew every inch of it. He was in 14 pitched battles in the war, but says this was tho mast, savage and murderous work ho ever saw, though it occupied but 12 minutes. He must 1De in Mime place, she thonght, where the news of what had happened at the mill on Friday had not reached him. —- Tier heart gave a great leap an she caught night of him. They clasped hands and stood still In silence foi fully a minute; and the girl's heart was sad to see the change which even three days had wrought in him. lie looked haggard, and worn, and worried; while there was a dejected, anxious look of suffering in his face that filled her with infinite pain. Wherever one goes in Coffeyville he finds a Winchester behind the floor or under the counter, and it is loaded too. I sat down in a e;ir seat when leaving town to go through the Indian Territory, and feeling something cold I rose and found that it was the steel barrel of a gun. "What do you mean by this, Mary?" he asked, "have you come here just to try and question me as to my doings on that night?" The news that Tom Roylance had been arrested for the murder of Mr. Coode was known quickly iu the mill, and when the hands left work it was the one subject of universal gossip. Rumors had reached the old invalid, and he had waited with fretful and waxing impatience for tho coming of either Savannah or Mary, that he might learn what the truth really was. "It is more valuable now to ask you what was the result of the interview. What was Tom's decision? Nad he meant to come back aud face all, or to wait until the truth could be made clear?" "The police, when they searched,"* answered Gorringe. The iisp of the wofcd was another sharp stab. lie must have gone aVa.Y out of fear of what was threatened at the mill. But if so. why had he not written her to go to him?. At home a great surprise awaited her. On the table lnv a letter for her; and she felt it was Irom her lover. She grasped it with almost hungry eagerness, and read the address with brightened eyes and Hushed cheek. "I have not come to ask any questions for my own sake," answered the "Ilow did the—how did they know the pa(Ders were there?" girl. Banquet of Paris Undertaken. "Well, if yon have come for mine .yon make a great mistake. I don't care a straw what people say. I have already told you that I don't wish to speak of the matter." At that instant as he asked the question the suspicion' of Gorringe which had prompted her question a minute before flashed into tin; girl's mind and warned her to be cautious in all that she told him, and not to say anything which mitrht be used asrainst Tom. The traditional annual banquet of the "sour herring," so called, came off on All Saints' day. It was numerously attended by the fraternity of the undertaker assistants and derives its name from the fact that when the custom was first established and these assistants were only called "porters" they assembled once a year for a social entertainment, the time coinciding with arrival of the sour herrings in tha Paris markets. The festival was succeeded by a ball, at which, as a matter of course*, the fair partners were treated to "bier"and offered floral tributes in the shape of boo* quets and wreaths.—American Register. '"Ihey went over all the papers, and these were missing." When I was younger, I (lid not Cear anything. I killed quite a large number of men on the frontier, for which I am That is really no way to live. "Yes, but who missed them? Who knew that they were ever in Mr. Coode's possession, and on that night particularly?" At first she longed to let her pity and sympathy find vent in words; but then her woman's wit checked her and she forced all the expression of alarm and concern out of her face and imiled. "What does what mean, father?" was Mary's answer. Colonel Elliott in his printed account says that the morning of the fDth dawned bright and beautiful. "It Is not what ordinary people think, dear; but what the—" she stopped, and changed the form of what she was saying. "It is no time for beating about the bush. I have been half afraid to speak out. Hut 1 had better. I am afraid they do suspect you, Tom, and there are one or two reasons why. Some of these are known to those who are making inquiries "This I hear about Tom, lass, of course. What else? What does it mean? What has happened? Where She had guessed right. She knew the handwriting well enough. The letter was from her lover. |T0 UK CONTINUKl) j "I did. I gave them myself into Mr doode's hands." "I am so glad to see you, Tom," she said. "Ho glad, dear. I was feeling quite lost in this great crowd. Hut now I feel safe and contented when my hand rests again on your arm." Five solitary horsemen might Uavo l)oen seen going toward tlio town of Coffeyvilla. One of thorn used tobacco, but otherwiso they wore perfect gents. They wore false whiskers, which showed that they did not wish to bo recognized. The use of tobacco and false whiskers loads, to an ignominious doatli and sin mid not lie onconratred. The girl thought she could see a glimpse of hope in this. is he?" Not tr]» to Modern l\l«'tt»o«l*, CHAPTKU XIX. TwiXT tjovK Ann doutit. "There's been some strange blunder- Ings somewhere," said Mary, "and by some sort of stupid mistako the police have got mixed up in it " Dealer—You say you used to bo in tho shoo business. What do you think of those? "Hut you have not told the—anyone of this, have you? You are Tom's friend and mine," she spoke, eagerly, and a light flashed in her eyes as she touched his hand. Her heart beating high with strangely mingled emotions, Mary tore the envelope open; Then she pressed closely to his side. Customer (looking at the sample)—1 can't say. You see, tiny only madu shoes out of leather in my tiiufc—In- Indianapolis Journal. "Let us get out of this lot of pushing folks and go where we can be by ourselves and have one of our long talks;" and thus she drew him out of the crowd and away from the station. "Coine here." a « Aran r rwi. "Dear Mary—C1 ttm very miserable. I have broken my promise to you about stopping to face out the trouble; but that is not the worst. 1 wish now with nil iny heart that I had taken your advice; but there—I cannot tell you all that has happened. Some day I will. I am going away either to America or Australia. T cannot stay In the country after what has happened; but 1 must see yoti If I can before I go. Can you forgive me enough to come nnd meet me? I am here In Manchester, living at 10 Bolton street. Will you coma and meet me, if only for the last time before I go? I am utterly wretched. J want to know that you can forgive me, and I want to hear it from your own lips. Then I can go across the sea with a lighter heart. Come Tuesday. I'll meet all the chief trains that you can como by at Exchange station, Tom." the police—others only to ourselves. In the first place there is the knowledge that you had words with Mr. Coode tha,, day, and that he told 3-011 to leave Walkden Bridge." There was a tone of harsh imperiousness in tho thin, quavering voice, like an echo of perished strength of will. A ravenous marine, now stationed in the United States proper, but expecting to be shipped off to Alaska before the winter sets in, has published the following bill of fare for one meal as he exacts to find it: "No, I have told no one yet," was his answer. These men rode into the town just nltont as the h:uiks wore opening, as Bob Dalton discovered on looking at a beautiful gold repeater, presented to him by a prominent citizen by request. They hitched their horses in an alloy marked tho "alloy of death" in tho diagram herewith given. Here there are bullet marks yet to show how hot was the conflict in that neighborhood, and an old stable there has lDeen carried away for Mary took his hand and pressed it, and then carried it to her lips, and looked at him with a light of sweet gratitude. lie seized the girl by tho dress with both hands and, turning her face to the light, he looked at her earnestly and sharply. "I don't know where to go to, lass," he said, after they had gone some distance."Next Sunday, brethren,** said tho pastor, "I shall preach on the subject, 'What Your Neighbors Are Saying About You.' " A Powerful AwukcniiUv "That's why I left," said her companion, eagerly. "I have an idea," she answered. "Lei us get on the tram and go to the Botanical gardens." "Is't anything really wrong with Mm? Tell truth, lass." Seal Blubber Hotel, A laska. "You are good indeed—a true friend —a staunch friend, ft is not such hart news if only yon and I know it." She spoke with a smile so wistful sad that it touched his heart. He tried to respond so as to reassure her; but he could not. He had what he knew would be much worse news than any yet told. "Yes, I know, my dear, but they know you did not leave until nearly midnight; or at least they think it, and they think that you wore about tho mill and got into tho place through the window in Watereourse-lane; then that you dropped a handkerchief close by—and if they think that, they ask why you went there? Then, for some reason, I know not what, the papers which Mr. Coode had, and which he regarded as tho proof of what he charged you with having done, were taken away from the office when he was killed." Dinner. Soap. "No, father, nothing1," answered Mary, understanding him, and speaking in strong, clear tones, while she returned his look steadily and fixedly. "Our lad couldn't do what these fools I know It. I've seen him to-day." It it recorded that tlx' Rev. Dr. Oloodmail preju-hed the following Sunday to the largest audiC nee that ever  ill thechurch, and hundreds wereturned away. —(Jliioiigt D Tribune. Cream of Miss. Mock ConsomiMb Fish. Boiled "Whale a la Sitka. Roast. On the tranicar she talked and laughed about what they saw In the streets as they passed, bo that the man might overcome the reserve and confusion which she could see were disturbing him; and when they reached the gardens the change In his manner told her that he was somewhat mora at ease. Seal. Reindeer. relies. Entrees. Frtcaaeoe of Eskimo Liver. Escallopcd Snowballs. Stewed Candles. Sea Gulls on Toaat. say Condon's hank, marked exhibit A, faces the plaza. A plaza is a place where Alliance people hitch their teams and whore greasers sell hot tamales made of boiled breast of burzard inside a cornslmck. The plaza by day lias-a fringe of demoralized teams around it, each team consisting of 0110 liorso and one mule. It is safe to say that in the southwest fully two-thirds of the teams are thus arranged. Why it is I do not know unless it started that way by accident, "What have the fools taken him for, then?" Vitality of Disoasr LOOKING AT TUT, BULLET MARKS. She was quick to read his manner; and then sought to buoy up the hope she had expressed. "Because they've been blundering, that's all." As an evidence of tin- phenomenal vitality CDf disease germs, Dr. Koch of Cermany and I)rn. Kwart und Carpenter of Hngland declare that, (lie blond of animals and men dying of contagions limy lie dried and kept for years, and that they will then produce tile i l;i» of inflations to which they belong, this even after having been pulverized in a mortar anil subjected to the lowvt degree of natural and artificial •old. —Kxchaiiim. now heartily sorry. I wish that I could replace them. But I could not very well do it, so I could only pray fur them and try to do better in the future. Vegetables. Eel Grass. Seaweed. Dessert. "You will not tell anyone, will you?' she asked, almost pleading to him. "You will promise me this?" They walked arm In arm through some of the walks In the place, t\ptil they came to a seat In a quiet sidewalk, and there they sat down. Then her forced courage gave way a little and she did not know how to begin. Sot the man had a question which he "Shut the door, lass. See that there's no one about," said the obi man mysteriously, loosing his hold and pushing the girl toward the door. "I've something to say to you." Icicles. Blubber Pudding. Walrus Fio. Ice Floe Blubber. Assorted Nuts and Bolts. Cafe Without Au Lait. Hours for Meals. I have gone over the Dal ton story bocause the whole battle was so graphically described to me by Colonel Elliott, and it is so fresh in my memory, that I felt sure the reader would like to know fnllv the oarticnlars of the most suc- "What!" explained the man, In a tone of profound astonishment and alarm. "And was nothing else taken?" "No, not that I have heard." Do come. "Across the sea!" That was the sen- "I will promise, if it be possible; and," he added in a low warning voice, "If it be of any use." Brnakfast .March to June To satisfy him Mary went out, looked into the narlor. nnd lockintr the front Lunch September t)inner., January and February —Detroit Free Prea*