Pittston Gazette

              Oldest Newspaper in the Wyoming Valley. ■8TABLIS1IED18RO. I VOL. XLV1. HO. 40 f PITTSTON, LUZERNE CO., PA., FRIDAY. "MAY 22, 1896. A Weekly Local and Family Journal. f fl.OO PER TEA. \ IN AUVANOB 1 11 grind it out in short order. Oh, but this is beastly. There the old duffer has laid nil day and I not on to it. Such a story as I could 'a* made if I'd got it at qoou even. The Standard's left, though. I saw Booled and Slocas—he's the new man—going up their stairs easy like when I ran round the postoffice corner. There ain't a soul in town on to the •acket but me and White, and he don't like Booled for that last roast he got. White's a good officer if he does spree it a little. It's a scoop sure as"— fortunate gentleman, only a neavy contusion just above the right ear showing the munuei of the assault. No weapon was near, and it would seeiu as if a slungshot had been used and carried away by the murderer. !• It Worth Whilst before you are generous to others,' " responded Booled. Then he essayed to question Peeto again, but the boy's story was so rambling and so full of comical descriptions that it took a long time to get at any facts, and even these seemed contradictory. competitor's columns the only really good story the town had furnished in weeks. He found his desk a mass of mucilage, no paper thereon being fit for use. Peeto had flooded everything an hour before, as he lay there tolling yarns against time. Slocas always locked bis desk before leaving. There was do paper at hand, and with an oath Booled started on a run for the stockroom in the basement. The preRsman, who had just gone, had carefully locked that, and tearing up through the business office, where a determined old lady was endeavoring to beg a free advertisement for a church festival, Booled seized a billhoad or two and bounded up the stairs again. The old lady, who had been referrod to the editor, followed after, but finding the door locked began pounding for admission. Be- with a sledge I epnuxe he is too shiftless to change u thiC k for a thin space. Get all the news and business you ean, and, in the words of the old Herald's f:unous founder, "make a dom'd fuss about it." struggle moos. The leaoers oi tne people were patted on the back and fulsomely praised by The Standard and most roundly abused and misrepresented by The News. The Standard also took occasion to denoance every employer in the city save Sawtelle and was so intemperate in its attacks on the officers of the law who essaved to preserve the peace and decorum of the city as to invite immediate indictment and other legal prosecution. THE SEMINARY CLASS CRACKS FROM TID-BITS. la it worth while that we jostle a brother Who Compose the Graduating Class of 1880—Prize Speaking, Elo. [Wilkesbarre News-Dealer.] Bearing his loud un the rough road of life! la it worth while that we jeer at each other lu blaikueas of heart—that we war to tfe. knife? God pity uk all in our pitiful strife] Wyoming's Hark Twain RelUve* Himself The small safe at the farther eyd of the room was open, and papers and documents of various kinds had been removed from it Mid scattered ubout the floor. The elegant diamond stud usually worn by Mr. Kawtefle and on hia shirt bosom when he was last seen alive by hia son and the servants was missing, aswero alsc his watch, chain und purse. It therefore seems highly probable that robbery was the motive which prompted this terrible crime. As be' fore stated, the door was bolted on the Inside, and the murderer must have made his exit by the window; yet, strange to say, there were no footmarks visible on the soft sward beneath the window from which he must have leaped. Brayton profited by this sage advice and often "blew his own horn" so vigorously as to blush for shame iu reading his own paper. On reading over his friend's letter he decided to frame it and liaug it up in his den where he could see it daily. He took the liberty of adding to it one maxim of his own, "In journalism be strictly honorable and by all means faithful to your friends, but wear no man's collar." He lived to regret such small sharp tricks as that played on Booled the first day of The Blade's publication, and while he ofren laughed over that one never played another of the kind or allowed any of his men to do so. "Well, I'll be gol darned If I'll climb that air pole for the state of Pennsylvaala," ejaculated a stranger in the city yesterday, aa he gazed at a man on top of a sixty-foot telephone pole. "I aster be pretty good at ahinnin' np a tree, but them kind that's barked air sorter dangerona, it seema to me." of a Few Rambling Thoughts. Although the final examinations have not been held yet it is pretty well known who will be the graduates of Wyomiog Seminary this year. Following are the names of those who will compose the grad uatlng class: God pity us all as we jostle each othsr! God pardon us all for the triumphs we feel When a fellow goes down 'neath his load oa the heather, Pierced to the heart. Words are keener than Steel And mightier far for woe or for weal. "There we go to press. I guess Brayton won't get out ahead of ua today," laughed Booled as he rose and whistled down for a paper. When it oame up, he glanced it over in a self satisfied way and with a preliminary laugh read the following article to Slocas: "Philip Edward, are you aware thatthis is our chance at the bat?" remarked Brayton as the two counseled togeth- E. If. Compton, Sprlngvllle. W. T Drake, Old Forge. L. 0 Fioyd, Blnghamton, N. Y. M. Oarman, Nautlcoae. Robert Ghtrrahan, Kingston. 8. W. Griffiths, Scranton. M. L Harding, Plains. George B Moron, Shultzrille. Bert Johnson, Pltteton. Jamee Lee, Plains. B. W. Lewis, Beading, L. H.Kehl, Boyertown. Pant D. Payne, Kingston. R S. Sogers, Forkavllle Ra'ph W. Bymer, Jermyn. E. C. T.ylor, McUlnre, N. Y. E H. Weetlake, Dallas. M. L. Wilcox, Wilkesbarre. F. E. Hughes, Wilkesbarre. 0. K. Smith, Pltteton. Jean Akerly, Olark's Green. Lena Baldwin, Wilkesbarre. Florence Cohee, Kingston. Helen Carhart, Kingston. Frances Dorrance, Dorrancetjn. Harriet Drake, Old Foorge. Liva Davenport, Plymouth. Bather Davenport, Pltteton. Jean Frantz, Wilkesbarre. Elizabeth Glenn, Berwick. Laura Pprague, Kingston. Grace 8hotmaker, Wyoming, in art. Alina Htita, Hawley, in maalo. Grace King, Taylor Ada IfcDermott. Kingston. L. Hand Bacb, D.llas, in mnsic. Elizabeth Johnson, Beading, in vocal music. Were it not well in this brief little journey On over the isthmus, down into the tide, We give him a fish instead of a serpent, Ere folding the hands to lie and abide Forever and aye in dust at his side? "Nevermind now. Write and write fast Boil it down. Work in all the facts and no frippery except a slight descriplion of the surroundings and a brief biography at the close. State he's murdered, with what and by whom, when and where. Then the description and the biog. after. Push that pencil now for certain while I strip the book.'' And Brayton bounded out to the composing room. « w * As we go to press we learn that the young men and boys who sought to give birth to a curbstone dodger over at Brayton's job offlco today mot with an accident just as the last form was ready for the press which will probably render the proposed "long felt want" nearer a morning than an evening publication. Some of The Standard's well trained force will be sent over to assist the boys In their undertaking, as we always believe in aiding a weakling in distress, be the circumstances what they may. ACCIDENT AT BBAYTON'8 JOBROOMS. On discovering the body the family immediately sent for Detective White, who made a minute examination of the premises and ia now; working on the case. The coroner will have been notified before this article appears, and these officials may succeed in unraveling the horrible mystery of the night. Header, do yon ever stop to think how the yonng men of the town are drifting from u»? How many leave «nr town almost every year to "seek paatnrea that are new and fields that are green". Do yoa ever call to aee them when yon visit the placea where they call their home? Make it a paint to do so. Go out of yonr way a little to hnnt them np. Shake their hand, let tnem know yon've not forgotten them. Tell them we all think of them often. Tell them we miae them, bnt wish them well. It won't cause yon to loee much time and •twl 1 do the boys a great deal of good. They will flood yon with questions about the people and things of the town. Yon can tell them many things of the dee peat interest to them, things the newspapers don't aay anything about, and maybe It will be the means of helping that boy ont of temptation. Maybe he thought the people of Plttaton never thought or oared anything about him. The writer recalla the time Dr. Parke spoke kindly words to him, almoet thirty years ago. It went to hia boyish heart deeper than any sermon he ever heard the Dr. preach. I simply mention this incident to ahow that boys are all the same, constructed very much like the mule aa to disposition. Abnae them and they will kiok, kick high, kick so yon'll feel ft too. Use them kindly, and there is no telling how mnoh they'll do for yoa. Look at the roses saluting each other. .Look at the herds all at peace on the plain. Man, and man only, makes war on his brother And laughs in his heart at his peril and pain, bhamed by the beasts that go down on the plain. As before stated, the discovery was made by Mr. Caleb Buwtelle, who is greatly prostrated by the shock. After years of rigorous toil in the far west, where he has acquired a competency, the sou had returned to live out his days with the aged parent he so dearly loved, and whose declining years he hoped to make pleasant. CHAPTER IV. Is it worth while that we battle to humble Home poor fellow soldier down into the dust? God pity us all! Time eftsoon will tumble All of ua together, like leaves in a gust. Humbled Indeed down into the dust. —Joaquin Miller- "Murder it is, Hobbs. We've got ono sure as you're botn. Strip the hook. I'll rush it right «ut. Don't let a man off. Cut it up into shor takes, and I'll read The Sawtelle murder mystery did not olear, but remained for weeks and months a topic of conversation in public and private places. As the law prescribed, Mr. Caleb Sawtelle came into possession of bis father's estate, and settling down in Bloomfield seemed to strive to become a leading and valued citizen. He could never be popular with the masses, and this he soon saw. He never attempted to find the missing half sister or her child and quietly took possession of all his father had owned. He had all the vim and dash of a western business man and in one sense was of great advantage to Bloomfield, which during the past 20 years had become in many respects "hidebound," or anything but an enterprising city. Within six months he had an enormous shoe factory building and later cigar factories and silk mills. He was tireless and seemed to possess more energy than had his father, even in his palmiest days. He was too risky if anything, and under his lead the city was fast becoming noted for various enterprises that are ordinarily denominated schemes. He would found an enterprise, put it on its feet financially and then capitalize it for all the stock he could possibly sell. Then followed a itruggle to make it pay dividends. Under his merciless hand—he dominated every enterprise in which be was interested—the screws were applied to the working people, and while attractive advertisements for help.were sent broadoast all over the country starvation wages actually prevailed at Bloomfield. These tactica brought the people in and also brought discontent and turmoil. "I thought I might as well slip that in, Slocas. This has been a pretty dry day for news, and we wanted something to fill up. As 'twas, Busby had to give the boys '80' IS minutes earlier than usual. Now, let's see (lowering his voice). I think we'd better wait awhile, till we're about off. say, and then send one or two of the oomps over. That'll show we want to be human and at the same time 'twon't do The Blade folks much good." Slocas, who was busy getting ink stains off his coat—his vest was fit only for the laundry—grinned assent, and had he looked at Peeto, who was yet stretched out on the editorial desk, he would also have seen that happy youth grinning or making pretended grimaces of pain to hide his merriment Binion Sawtelle, who was nearly 84 years ot age, hod lived in Bloomfield 40 years. He was mayor for two terms and by reason of his wealth and business ability was a leading citizen. He_ lCaives an estate of ii&iris or quite tsuO.OOO, mainly in real estate, stocks, bonds and mortgages. His only son is the sole surviving member of the family so far as known. A daughter by a second wife was living in New York city some 40 years ago, but is now dead. Her mother died at the child's birth. This daughter also had a daughter, but the granddaughter's whereabouts are unknown, and she is supposed to be dead. If living, Hho would be not far from 40 years of age. This vast property will therefore probably descend without question by right of inheritance to the son, now a man of 60 years, and while the appointment of an administrator by the surrogate may be necessary, so far ad the personal flf operty is concerned, that part of the estate consisting of real property goetl to him at once. C Tki Stir; tf a levspapir lar. By Mbs H. A feTANLlV "Are you aware that thin U our chance at the batf" Copyright, 1695, by American Press Associa- er one hot August evening. "This fight has been on now about two months. The employers, all save Sawtelle, who is too bnll headed to know when he has enough, are most thoroughly disgusted. The employees want to win, but they also want work, and t-Ley are beginning to want it bad. The doses each eide has received from its organ are beginning to leave a bad taste in the mouth, and The Blade must now give them some' wholesome advice* exactly what we have been giving them, only stronger. We must stop this fight somehow and win the gratitude of the merchants, who are starving to death these times, and who, by the way, are the right sort of people to keep in with." tion. CHAPTER I "Proof I" yelled Editor Bob Braytcm, as he shoved a roll of copy wrapped in that article out through the email window of his sanctum. "Proof!" echoed the shrill voice of Peeto, the galley boy, as he grasped it and shoved another in to take its place. "PIP1 tween her vigorous thumps Booled could hear the newsboys on the street shouting: "Here's yer Blade! Full account of the murder! Brayton's Blade, only 2 cents 1 Blade, sir? Blade?" Slocas kept on working at his coat and Booled ran through a few exchanges to pass away the time. Peeto waited patiently till he felt sure The Standard's edition must be at least half off. and then stretching himself and yawniug remarked: "Weill I feel better. I suppose Brayton will be lookin for me. Then you are not goin to send any men over to help set up that form?" "How's copy coming up, Peeto? Are the boys pulling out lively?" ' What in the Old Harry's up, profcssort" proofs in tpye on the galley as fast as it's dumped. What's the matter, old man? You ain't a-going to fail us now, Tuesday, Sept. 12, the following article in substance also appeared in The Blade: "Well, J should say! To beat the cars! The hook's pretty near clean. We'll be on the press in half an hour. That old tramp, though, downs 'em all. He's a reg'lar machine. He's got 15,000 now, and it looks as if his string'd break the office. Says he carried the banner last night 'cause he hadn't no money to hire a bed, but he'll be able to put up to the best hotel in town tonight Wish I could ever strike his gait, you'd gimme a case then, wouldn't you, Mr. Brayton? Ob, he's a corker, and"— Occasionally he could hear some other boy across the street shout: "Got any Blades to swap fer Standards? Give ye three Standards fer one Blade!" are you?" It was yesterday stated that no imprint ot feet had been discovered on the sword under the window Of tho room in which was fonnd tho body «f the late Simon Sawtelle. It now appears that an Impression of heavy boots has aeon discovered, and it seems quite probable that the murderer sprung from the sill above aft/;r striking the fatal blow. How these traces sould have been missed yesterday by the do tC-ctive and Blade representative is a mystery only accounted for by the fact that the lawn has since been closely mowed. Careful meas urenients wore made today, and a diligent search will be instituted at once. The last words were addressed to the venerable compositor who had stood at his case so erect but a few moments before, but who now reeled and leaned helplessly against the window on hearing Brayton's words. Then the answer camC back: "Naw I Blade's the stuff I Standard's no good tonight! Got left on the murder! Only aheet in town what's got it! Blade, sir? Blade, mister? Blade?" "More than that," said Philip solemnly, "we shall do right, and I think the iron is hot. So just hit it a lick for luck." "Oh, yes, we are. SVe intended to do that all the time as soou as we got over our work in hand Mr. Busby! Hey, there! Busby! Hero he comes. Say, Busby, hadu't we better send two or three of the fellows over to help 'em out? You heard about The Blade's accident, didn't you?" • . » The ( fficers of the class are: M. L Wiloox, president; Laura Spragae, vioe president ; Frances Dorranc, s cretary, and Samuel Griffiths, treasnrer. "It is too easy a matter to get recommendations," remarked a neighbor last evening. "All yon have to do 1s to ask anyone for a recommendation and they give It to yon to get rid of yon. A tram p appeared at my home the other day with , a dozen recommendations I pat him to work and he was worse than no man at all. A recommendation Is jast Ilka a petition ; it's easier to sign yur name than it is to protest." "It's nothing, sir. Only a little faintness which I'm subject to at times. I'm good for another stickful, though, and 141 put it up quicker than any other man in the room." Brayton did hit it, not only once, but daily. He favored the workingmen all the way through, and he did it because he believed they were right He pointed out to them, however, the foolishness of prolonging a self destroying battle, and nrged them to treat for a compromise. To the employers he held np the enormity of lobbing their help, who morally, if not legally, were their partners and entitled to a fair share of the profits of the various factories now idle, fin pointed out the great damage to the city and the city's real estate and mercantile interests, and not only called for a truce, but skillfully pointed out the best method of effecting one. His articles were read, and everybody except the active participants in the struggle began to talk of the wise policy of The Blade. Later the employees began to read and think—a thing many had never attempted before—and The Blade's list began to increase with astonishing rapidity, while sympathetic merchants took advertisements from The Standard and The News "to give to the only sensible paper in the city." In short, Blade stock took a great jump, and within 80 days the strike bad ended, the workingmen having gained important concessions, which were of more real value to them than an entire victory would have been. It was nearly 7 o'clock when The Standard dually camo out with a poorly written account of the murder, and then there was but small sale for it, for The Blade's presses had been running steadily since 4:3G o'clock, at the rate of 2,500 per hour. Finding that his first side would bo inadequate to supply the demaud for the second, Brayton bad ordered the first two forms made up in smaller chases for tlio pony cylinder, and bad run off on that some 3,500 extra, which in being later backed up by the news press when the regular edition was exhausted made a very novel looking sheet, but a newsy one. It was bought and eagerly read, and all the city commented on the wonderful enterprise which had given the public the news regardless of the accident mentioned in The Standard. More than 7,000 Blades were sold that evening, and as the bookkeeper in the office below stacked away the coin be was the proudest man in all Blooinfleld. Besides these there are between fifty and •i*ty graduates In the commercial course and several in the shorthand coarse. As the examinations have not yet been held in this department the list of graduates baa not yet been announced. As the professor wrote the article of which the above is an extract, and handed it to his chief, he looked very much disgusted. "Here you, Pete! Hustle out here with that proof. You chin too much. Jerk that other galley there. Quicker'u greased lightning! Fly now!" The excitable foreman came forward on a run as be spoke and snatched the proof from the boy's band. "That's the stuff!" shoutfcd Brayton as he bounded back into bis den. Undor professor's Pegasean pen three sheets of blood curdling manuscript hud been run out, and it was but the work of a few minutes to tone down, brush up and bead these and the two or three that followed. While Hobbs was giving it out Brayton stood with folded arms thinking fast and hard. Suddenly he turned on his heel and shouted: "Yes, sir, I did. I don't Bee how we can do much else. Have they sent over for help?" "They're there sure enough, Mr. Bray ton, but they were not yesterday. I'll bet my new pants. Yon can't fool me! I was the first man thereafter White, and if I was somewhat flustered, I thought of that very thing, and look- Bray ton's big heart beat for everybody, and while his duty as publisher of a daily paper caused him to welcome and boom every new industry that came to the city he could not help but mourn privately at least over the wrongs done the working classes. Occasionally, when he thought necessity and honor demanded, he was their mouthpiece, and it was but a short time before he had incurred the displeasure of Sawtelle. This gen tleman had always leaned toward The Standard, and all the business he could turn from The Blade and into the office of his favorite he did not hesitate to oontrol. Under this impetus even a duller man than Bpoled could not have helped but prosper temporarily, and he was at all times the obsequious slave of Sawtelle. By the advice of its patron The Standard's force was increased by the importation of two or three metropolitan reporters and fancy specialists, while Sloe as was made associate editor, with Booled managing. It is needless to say that the hands were those of Booled, but Sawtelle upheld them, and the people soon saw the power behind the throne. "Yes. This boy's been waiting here an hour nearly. I thought there was no need of using undue haste. Have our boys got their cases all thrown in for tomorrow?"Toe pr'ze speaking contest will he held commencement week. For tbe graduates the following prlzje are offered : The oratorical prise, $10, given to the beet gentleman's oration by Professor W. L. McLnra. For the fiist time the girls will get a prize of $10, given by Mrs Dr Hard. • • • "Any more copy, Mr. Brayton? Can't set a line moro unless it's a murder. Holding the forms now for the last take of that long winded common council report that new man wrote up today. Ought to been on the book last night. Here you are, slug 4. You git this galley to correct. You're as bad as one o' them blacksmiths over to The Standard Uncle Jimmy James over there in the corner ain't had one on him today." Being in Philadelphia recently the writer called on many of the following formerly Plttston boys, and fonnd them all well, and doing nioely: Henry Strnntz, manager of a large jewelry store on Chestnot street; Charles 8truntz, traveling salesman for a wholesale jewelry tupply company; Jamee Farrell, salesman for a Plumbers' Supply Co.; Will Campbell, bookkeeper; Terry Campbell, insuranoe bu-ine«s ; Frank Hatfield, head of the ontting department of F. A Bfoyt Co., the extensive Chestnut street merobant tailors ; George Kelohner, proprietor of a large laundry on Market street; fed Bechtoli, jjweler and engraver; Walter Oitrander, salesman; George Donnelly, In the U 8. custom house; A. W. Howitz, dealer In pianos snd organs, and all kinds of mutioal instruments; two sons of P. tfoylan, of Port Griffith, prominent physiclans, at German town. When in Philadelphia see them. It will do them good and I'm sure the benefit will be mutual. "Yes, sir. All about full Some of them were going over anyway out of curiosity, " "Well, then, let 'em go. I guess Mr. Slocas and I will go over too. We'd kind o' like toseehow they're running things. They must be having a circus. Gome on, Slocas. Let's take a walk." "Peeto, see here!" "Yessirl I'm here, sir." "Hobbs, can you spare this boy for a half hour?" The hoDor atudents are: Lena H. Baldwin, Helen H. Car hart, Franoes B., Dorranoe, Samuel W. Griffiths, Jamee If Lee, Ada A. McD jrmott, Charles Smith, Laura J. Spraque, Elvln C. Taylor and Emory H. Weatlake. "Don't see how I can spare anybody now, sir." "Yes, you can. I'll do his work. I want you, Peeto, for a special mission. Do The Standard people know you?" With a copy of The Standard in his fat hand, its proprietor and his lieutenant leisurely strolled along up the street, pausing occasionally to chat with some acquaintance and tell of the |aocident over at Brayton's. "I tell you it's no picnio to get out a paper, even such a dodger as The Blade will be, with a green force. It has taken me years to organize The Standard force, and if 1 do 6ay it we are not apt to get left The people can depend on us every time." When they reached The Blade office, they found Brayton seated in his easy chair, his feet up and anything but worriment on bis countenance. "Well, what if he ain't? I ain't no Methusalum nor Wanderin Jew. I'm jest an ordinary comp with a small c," grumbled slug 4, as he took the galley and marched to his case. There are two other prizes offered, one of $15 and the other of $ 0 A candidate will be presented by each society. The prellmlnarlee will probably be held this week. Last year the first p;izs was taken by Arno d Lohm inn, of the Amphiotyon Society. "Yessir. I've often been over there with the boys." don't mean the boys. I mean Booled and the new man, Slocas. Well, it don't make any great difference whether they do or not. "You can queer 'em I guess anyway. I want you to go over there and spin 'em a yarn an hour long. Keep 'em in the office some way. It'B Slocas' custom to go out on the street just after they go to press and look around to see if be's missed anything. They mustn't go today—either of them. You remember that Gordon medium job form we pied an hour or so ago? Well, there's the foundation for a story a mile long. Let's see. What excuse have you for going?" "Sorry some of the advertisers were left off that extra," he remarked as Brayton came down to inquire after the sales. "Wo'vo given 'em more than we agreed to, though, as it is," he added, by way of consolation. " "Mebbe you never 'shook hands with Horace Greeley or ole man Bennett,' " ventured the grinning Peeto, and there was a general laugh. Til 'roast' him yet." The slim, wiry old man over next the window never relaxed a feature or lost a stroke, but worked right along, the afternoon sunlight as it sifted in through the dusty pane transfiguring his clear C;ot profile and showing a face rarely wen in old age at a printer's case. Only misfortune of some sort had kept him down, Bob Brayton was sure, and he mused on it as he gazed out on the busy scene. ed very carefully under that window. It rained last nigbt, and the ground is softer today, but that's no reason why I wouldn't yesterday have seen a hole in the turf, or rather two of them, as big as my fist." "I should say wo had, Hawkins. You need an assistant here at the desk to let you out on the street to talk advertising few days. I think we'll venture to put your son in hem " The Junior class is one of the largest In the bi&tory of the 8em!nary, numbering forty-eeven mem lers The offioers of the olass are: John H. Brungee, preeident; Sulalle Piatt, vioe fresident; Alice B. Coon, secretory; Frank B Spry, treasirer.The end of the strike found The Standard in very shallow water and The News sinking money at a rate that even its millionaire proprietor did not relish. As an evidence of his good faith at the opening of the combined war on The Blade, Sawtelle had lent the proprietor of The Standard f 15,000 in cash, and under the advice of the lender this large sum had been mainly expended in show. At the conclusion of the strike The Standard was in need of $15,000 more, and so badly in need of it that Booled was compelled to give Sawtelle, who exacted it, a realty mortgage for $15,000 on The Standard's building and $15,000 chattel mortgage on its plant as security for the $80,000 cash advanced to pull Sawtelle's redbot chestnuts from a very warm fire. Thus matters stood when a stroke of lightning from an apparently clear sky struck an unexpected object in an unexpected way and startled the city as even the Sawtelle murder had not done. "Thank yon, sir, but he isn't old enough. He's only 12, and can't leavo school yet. I want a boy at least 15 or 18 years of age. One that understands something of the business would be better too." "Yon probably didn't get down on your knees yesterday afternoon for fear of getting grass stains on your pants," ventured Peeto as be dodged out of the room to escape the professor's boot To meet all this competition Brayton was compelled to spend money in a way his judgment hardly dictated, and the second year of The Blade's existence found its proprietor possessed of a first olass plant not yet paid for and barely paying expenses. Sawtelle, who had spies everywhere, was not long in ascertaining all this, and, incensed by some just criticism of one of his grasping schemes, determined to carry the war into the enemy's country, and, as he expressed it, "wipe up the field with The Blade." "Well, old man, you've had hard luck, they tell me," remarked Booled as the pair sauntered in. "Ooing to press tonight?" • • • The oolors of the class are tuiquols* and garnet. Tae class baa adopted oape for the boys and tam o'ehantere for the girls to distinguish them from other members of the sohool. "II won Id pay every young man in town who has a steady girl to have a telephone pnt in her home and bear the expense himself," said C*n engaged yoaog man who onght to know. "He ooold oall her over the 'phone at any time during the .day, morning lnoinded, and not be half frightened to death for fear of finding her in • dirty Mother Hubbard with her hair done "Just going. What do yon mean by hard luck?" "I guess you're wrong, prof.," remarked Brayton, "for Mr. Caleb Sawtelle was in here this morning to Bay that be had discovered the tracks, and I understand he has already had both Booled and Slocas over there. He seemed inolined to take exceptions to what we stated yesterday on this point and also to the bit of biographical information yon appended. J endeavored to explain to him that his family was for the time being a public topic, but he wouldn't look at it in that light and went away in a high dudgeon." All was hurry and bustle. Everyman worked as if his individual welfare depended on it. This was the first going to press of the new Blade, and with its youthful editor every man hoped for a prosperous and brilliant future for it, unless perhaps it was the impassive old man over by the window. He had seen papers rise and falL He had worked on everything for 40 years or more, aud never was known to express a preference or an opinion for anything or anybody. A mystery he had ever remained and aside from his oft repeated assertion that })*■ wartI'not a tramp, but a tourist," find that he had shaken hands with certain distinguished newspaper men of an Age gone by, no one knew aught of him. As for Bob Bray ton, who had risked his all in this attempt to earn a place for bis Blade, he was an all round newspaper man and printer. Serving a long apprenticeship on the Boston Herald, be had held a good position later on the able Springfield Republican. This he had subsequently resigned to come to Bloomfield and establish a small job printing office and get acquainted with the people. Hib ultimate iutention had always been to Establish a newspaper, and now he had made the effort. His heart swelled with hope, and while the scene he now gazed upon was but a miniature of what he hoped to sec in the fnture, the risk was all his own, to pake or break. Come what would he vu determined to do his level best and for a time at least be a newspaper proprietor. ' "We want help to set it up," grinned Peeta Just at this instant Peeto came through, and bearing the' last few Words stopped short. His faco was very red, and he showed the first real embarrassment Brayton ever remembered of him. "That's it to a T. Now scud and whatever you do don't put your foot in it Don't wait for a coat or a bat Go up the stairs as if the old boy was after you. Burst in on Booled and talk against time. Understand?" "Why, the form, to be sure." "Oh, yes I That's so, I'd forgotten about that Gone to press yet?" "Yes, an hour ago. Must be about off now." , In the death of John B. Smith, Sr., whleh occurred Wednesday, May 13 at the family home hi Sebaetopol, this community lows another of its old reeldents—one who was widely known snd w o was highly esteemed for bis substantial character. While Mr. Smith's death was not nnez peoted, and while he had passed the limit allotted to the life of man, his taking away cannot but be considered a loss that will be deeply felt in the community and sepeel illy in those circles In whioh he wss wont to mtafcle Mr. Smith was a native of England, having been born in Staffordshire on February 17,1883. He was therefore seventythree years of age. He came to this ooun'ry nearly thirty five years ago, and his home ever since has been In this vicinity, b or many years he resided in West Pittston, bnt for the past four years thi family has resided In 88bastopul. Death of John B. Smith. "Got a good story on the murder?" "Well, my boy, what is it?" "Like a book." And the delTghted imp dodged around an imposing stone, dived down the stairs to the street and flew for The Standard office as if it was on fire. As ho reached the foot of Booled's office stairs, the now reporter was just sallying out for his customary review of the field he was daily required to cover. He was destined not to go out that day, for Peeto'b inky face and Peeto's inky hands so completely smeared the white vest he wore as to render the garment in question a perfect sight. Poeto's hard head also drove the breath out of his body with the force of the collision and rendered him for a time very much disinclined to travel. "The murder 1 What murder! Who's murdered?" gasped Booled and Slocas, in concert, as they glared the imperturbable Brayton. "Please, air, gimme a show. I ain't po scholar, but I kin learn. I'm comin 17, and I know sometbin of the business. I'm goin to night school now, and I write a pretty plain hand.'' Here be caught up a pen and dashed off a Signature that would be no discredit to any lad. "Philip Edward Tow is my name, and that's why they call me P. Tow. See?" up In onrl papers. The 'phone too, would save him messenger boy services upon numberless oocaslon, and be much more satisfactory. The girl who has a telephone In her home will ran about two notches ahead of her rival every time." The product of this resolution was The Morning News, which came into the world with a Sourish of trumpets and an amount of booming on the part of its ally, The Standard, that could not but attract attention and oonvince many shallow thinkers that the city had long needed it. So far as money could do the business it was a model newspaper. Sawtelle had secured for his News and its ally, The Staudard, all the press franchises to be had, and immediately by the aid of an army of canvassers pushed business for all it was worth. The papers of the town had always sold for 2 cents cach or 50 cents per month, and The News was started at 8 cents or 75 cents per month. Almost immediately a cut was announced, and while both The Standard and News went to 25 cents oach per montb, the two were offered to any subscriber to both at 40 cents. It now became evident that the intent of the two was to kill off The Blade, and Mr. Philip Edward Tow was kept at his very best pace to retain any business or subscriptions whatever. Of course The Blade had friends, and very many, but when you bit a man's pocket, you test his friendship dangerously, and so the publishers of The Blade soon learned. Shortsighted and unthinking laboring men who had been treated like slaves by the very power they knew now controlled The News and The Standard subscribed for the two at the cut rate, and walking into the office of their true friend and champion, The Blade oy stopping their subscription there cut off from it the sustenance so necessary to the life of any self supporting paper. Sawtelle bad boasted that be would kill The Blade if it cost him and had begun to think he could do it fCrf $15,000, when the great strike came c n. "Oh, it's nothing much. Just a simple case of robbery and murder down at East End last night Didn't know wheth er you'd handle it or not. Here's the full particulars in The Blade. Our press is just starting. Hold on a minute and see how the new paper looks.'' "Maybe the cuss knows more about the tracks and how they came there this morning than we da As for the family"—» * # It Is the biggest wonder In the world that grooerymen are ever able to make a living, so many goods go oat of their stores for which they receive no pay. There always are a lot of people who think It Is no sin to take an apple from a barrel or an olive from the balk k g, or a ginger snap from a box and eat them. The one that yon take might not be so expensive if there were not othere like yon. Apples cost more now than oranges and olives are worth $80 a barrel. Tid-Bits. "Oh, come! Come, prof., don't lose your head in that way. You mustn't insinuate anything like that about a man. You might get into trouble." CHAPTER V. At this instant its editor received several through the small window from the hands of the delighted Peeto, and The Standard's force realized their mIa. "YesI I do see," laughed Brayton, "and if Mr. Hawkins is willing you may have the job. You'll go home and wash up, won't you?" "My name is Jimmy James, and I don't care who knows it I'm a tourist, I'll allow, but I'm no tramp, and I never jumped a case. Thanks to you, Caleb Sawtelle, I've held 'em and lost 'em all the way from Cape Cod to the Golden Gate. You've follered me everywhere, and you've caused me to lose many and many a good sitiwatiou. I've shook hands with old Thurlow Weed, James Gordon Bennett, George W. Childs, James F. Storey and all the best editors and newspaper publishers in this country. Why, d—n you, I set type with Horace Greeley away back in the $fties, and I've slept on his office table roo. It now remains for you, a journal•stio accident, a mere moneyed manipulator, to bounce me out of a printin  ice and call me a tramp. Ef I had been xtramp, your foreman would 'a' bounced me when he locked the composin room this mornin. What yon nosin round aere for anyway? I know you. I knew von 45 years ago, and I knew you 20 vears ago. when thev come near hansip /on in Sacramento. They'd ought to a1 done it. You're a d d rascal, sir. You and your old father ruined my life, and when he disowned you and had trouble by you I was glad. He paid for lettin you back with his life, and he'd 'a' beei) alive today"— "Hold on there, Mr. Sawtelle! Don't bit aiiold imbecile vfith a club like that I Yut down your stick, and I'll make hint .shut up. Put it down, I say, or I'll brea(k your arm short off." CHAPTER n. "I will, sir. I dress for the kind of business I'm in, I do. I'll ehow you the J roper rig tomorrow moroin," and ure enough he did. The change was hardly credible. The transition of the rollicking "devil" to the well dressed, quiet office assistant was most remarkable. There was soon no young man in the city of better address than Philip Edward Tow, and few would have recognized him a month after his promotion. Occasionally he relieved his superabundance of spirits by a series of handsprings across the long stockroom or in a boxing bout with the engineer or pressman. Everybody liked him, and ho had a knack of gaining his point without giving offense. Ho could hold an advertiser strictly to the rate card and keep him satisfied, He always downed bis man in any argument without directly antagonizing him. As Hawkins was in the habit of saying, "He just surrounded them,'' and wtis in fact the efficient advertising manager before he had reached his eighteenth year. "That's all right! I don't mean to insinuate anything. I do say to you privately, though, that Mr. (Caleb Sawtelle had everything to, gain and nothing to lose by the death of his father. He's caused the old man a heap of trouble one time and another, and I'll bet ft bottle of wine that if a will is discovered—which isn't very likely now—he's left with a trustee to manage him. I'm on to Mr. Caleb, aud while I don't care to jeopardize The Blade in any way I'll 'roast' him yet, and The Blade won't suffer for it either." As Booled and Slocas hastened back to The Standard office that hot afternoon, their feelings can be better imagined, by a newspaper man at least, than described. Tbey had been stunned by the first shock. Now the reaction had set in, and they were nearly frantic. It had required several minutes to read and comprehend this important news item they had missed- At first they had regarded it a hoax printed for the purpose of. selling papers, but their newspaper sense and a perusal of the article (bowed the fallacy of this supposition. Every detail therein related showed bow well the professor had worked np his find and proved most conclusively that be had visited the scene of the alleged tragedy in person. "Oh, please, sir! Be you the editor or bean't you? My boss has had such luok —such luckl J'm Mr. Bob Brayton's devil, and he wants help." FOB A PYTHIAN HOME. "I should think he would with yon around. What's np? Office collapsed or has the benzine can cangbt fire? Say, young feller, I ought to kick you farther than the bottom of these stairs. I ought to danoe on you where you Jay. Look at my vest" Mr. Smith'e first poeltlon here was that of foreman of blacksmith shop at the Wiener & 3trong Foundry. In 1872 he beoame foreman of the Pennsylvania Goal Company's blacksmith shop, whioh position be held up to.the time of hie death. Kotgbts of Pythias Delegates Declare la ' Favor of Oae. The Knights of Pythias delegatee who met in Wllkeebarre last Friday afternoon to oonsldsr the advisability of building ■ home for aged and indigent Pythians, formed a permanent organic Ulon by eleotlng the follow!rg officers: That evening The Standard came out with a screed against the would be Hawkshaw White, who had been subsidized by the "handbill" to give its reporter a sensation for a starter, and intimated in a very guarded manner that the officer might hay? committed the murder himself for the sol* purpose of givina a "curbstone dodger" an item of "What's all this fracas and racket, Slocas?" called Booled from the top of the stairs. In lodge circles, Mr. 8mlth wss etpeclaliv prominent He was a Past Master of St. John's Lodge, F. & A M., and a member of Wyoming Chapter, O £ 8. He was one of the charter members of Keystone Lodge, Hone ot St. Qaorge, and had held the poeltlon of Preeldent of the Grand Lodge, Sone of St George of Pennsylvania. He wee also a member of Falling Springs Lodge, Knights of Pythlss, and of Plttston Castle, Kalgbt* of the Golden Eagle. Ia the work of these lodges he has been quite active. W. J. P Willlame, Wllkeebarre, president: Jaoob Etetser, Wllkeebarre, first vloe preeldent; Willis H. Faber, Wllllamsport, second vloe preeldent; 0. W. Broad head, Montroee, corresponding secretary; H. N. Dunnell, Soranton, treasurer. He was roused from bis reverie by a nub of hurrying feet. A heavy body oame bounding up the stairs and the door was burst open by a breathless, excited young fellow of 25. It was The Blade's one ubiquitous reporter, Professor Charles E. Banks, known to everybody for miles artfpnd as " professpf. ?? No pue in all Bloomfield wore puch 9 shining silk tile or such loud patterned clothing. Indeed it hail been H common remark while professor was pq The Standard that the of its reporter were louder than tlie voice of that paper for its party. That, however, was accounted for, so fur as The Standard's position was concerned, by Proprietor Booled's well worn excuse, TfWe nipst give the town a paper that frill please all parties and cover the ground, for we owe a duty to everybody," Whenever professor heard this Remark he always swore and he had only too gladly left The Standard to enter Brayton's service. Profnssor had not ■ lazy hair in his body, even though he did lack a balance wheel, and his nose foj news became sharper and sharper as fhe years came pn. He bad panted all day for a phance to work in such a as he had read of, and by his excited manner it was evident to Brayton that the desired chance bad come. "Oh, it's nothing only this rascally kid. He was coming up about six stairs at a bound, and be ran bis bullet head nearly through my stomach. I kicked him down stairs, and he's howling about it" Booled had first rushed to the nearest telephone and asked for 807. After a delay of several minutes the central girl gave him 407 and cut off all communication with the central station while she went to the store below, where they sold gum and confections, This Booled ascertained as he ran by tbe store and saw her chatting with the clerk. "Well, did you hurt him mqch? He can't be dead from the way he yells. Shut up, you young sardine. Come up here and come in. You're collecting a crowd." importance, it also contained an extended editorial calling public attention to the worth of The Standard as a newspaper, quoted its age and standing, pnc\ asked as to whether or not the public would indorse a paper, so called, made up of plate matter instead of "telegrqph dispatches hot from the wire" and write ups of business houses instead of legitimate local news. The executive committee ie composed of the following: F. I. Lott, Montroee; 0. W. Dewlght, Soranton; T. A. Murphy, Wllkeebarre; I E Epler, Pottevllle; George W. Mllle, Danville; G W. Haye, Shamoktn W. B. Frltohman, H aid ah; A P. Williams, Tankhannock CHAPTER III. Peeto slowly and painfully dragged himself up the stairs, and by Slocas' help, for Slocas' anger had subsided, gained Booled's desk and stretched out cm tbe exchanges and clippings utterly oblivions of the fact that be had tipped Tver a large mucilage bottle which was looking everything on the upper surface and in the drawers beneath. To return to the Sawtelle murder case. * A tragedy of this character is an unpleasant thing to touch upon, but as it had much to do with our story we ipust revert to it and give it in detaiL Ah The Blade's account was by far the best, on giving due credit we copy bodily. In the issue of Monday, Sept. 11, 1888, appeared the following : Besides hie wife, the following ions and daughters survive: John Bratrwell, of Philadelphia, private secritary to the General Traffic Manager of the Lehigh Valley Railroad; Imma, J thn B , Jr., William B , Lizzie and Walter, all well known reel dents of this place. A brother and sister, residents of Manchester, England, also survive."Where's the force?" shouted the perspiring proprietor as be neared tbe bead of his offioe stairs and saw Busby washing his bands at the sink. Addresses in favor of the bnllding of the home were made by Messrs. Broadhead, Lott, Simmons, Stovers and Bunnell. "They're hit and hit hard, or they wouldn't flutter and flop so," laughed Cray ton as he sat in his office that evening, and he proceeded to pen an article in answer that, while not apologizing for any defects in The Clade, promised all sorts of better things for its readers. It also called direct attention to the detects of the greedy and sleepy old Standard. Among other things touched upon were certain exorbitant charges made certain city departments for certain public printing and advertising recently done, the fact that Thp Jilade was unsheathed for the jiole purpose of cutting out such uieers and eating sores on the body municipal and asking in return only a fair share of public patronage. The strike, memorable to all Bloomfleld and the country for 100 miles around, was inaugurated one June morning by the unlooked for going out of 800 children employees in one of Sawtelle's immense factories. They had suddenly come to the conclusion that they would work no longer for 53 cents per day when they well knew the same class of labor in other cities received an average of 88 cents or more for the same ■ervice. played a shrewd card in this fight so far as bis journalistic ventures were conoerned; but, as is often the case with sharp men, he overshot the mark. By his commands The Standard became ultra labor, The News as strong for capital. The fight waged by both, however, was entirely personal—a mistake made in many a campaign before and since—and as Braytou expressed it, the two contestants "seemed to entirely forget the questions at issue and 'lammed'away Diiudly and ferociously, the one at the eaders of the people, the other at the ncn who were unfortunate enough to bave any financial interests in any of the shops where the striking workmen were employed." It is needless to add that no personal attack was made on Sawtella. '.'Went out about five minutes ago to go over to The Blade office to see how they come on over there. How bad a mess is it? Pi the whole form?" The follow!og resolutions were adopted: An exciting scene was occurring before The News office one clear May morning, and the language above quoted had been preceded by the sounds of a heavy body falling rapidly down the ironclad stairway leading to the composing rooms above. This falling was what had attracted Bob Bray ton'a attention, and he turned just in time to see poor old Jimmy James roll out on the sidewalk, where he lay quivering with pain and indignation. It was when the old man staggered to his feet, the blood streaming from several savage cuts in his high bald forehead, that be had delivered his denunciation of the red faced Sawtelle, who had followed him out as if to kick him again. Whkbbas, rhere is no Pythian home in this part of Pennsylvania, nor even, aa yet, in the State; and "Ob, darn this newspaper business anyway. I'm sorry I ever became a publisher. Heigh ho! But ain't this been a day? Say, you ought to see Brayton. Why, the man's near crazy. Swears he'll do it. Says he'll do it if he busts. Ha, ha! He, be! We never got put a paper before, you see, and everybody's green. New press, new type, now everything.""Pi the devil! No, you idiot! It's all a hoax. They haven't pied any form. They went to press with the last side full 20 minutes ago and with one of the worst murders on record alj iq cold type. Are we &M off?'1 Whkbsab, Owing to the rapid Increase in onr order, and lto age and prominaooe amopg the benefiolal orders of the oountry, we feel the need of such an institution, and STARTLING I a JcipNioirr jhtowkr is t)i-oomtti;t.tD— nou. KPWOKTH LEAGUERS. tflMUN HAW'rr.U.H THE A(.K1) VICTIM Will Hold Their Annual Convention la A Son Shocked by tfio Ritflt "f T Corpse—Tin- Blung !i father'a Hi lit Stroke—Ue- Plymouth. Whxbkas It is the duty of all true Pythian Knights to assist indigent and distressed worthy brothers and their families, therefore be It C' Vee, sir. The last carrier went out ftbont ten minntes after 5. They're just washing up the forms now." The seventh annual convention of the Epworth Leagues in the Wyoming District will be held in Plymouth Tuesday, May 26. Toe programme will be as follows: Morning, 9:80—Devotional exercises, 0. L Severson; address of welcome, J. Q Creveling; response, G. ▲. Baldwin ; brief reports from sub-districts; one-minute reports from chapters; "E«en ials of a Good Business Meeting," J. f Phillips; "Con secrated Siclal Powers," E E Teal; "l'be Relation of tbe Associate Members to the League," I P. Harris; appointment of committees. twrtdvis Fiml Kn ( lew—RoMnry Kviitently the Motive-Fullest Particulars to a 1-iit*' Hour. Resolved, That the delegates here do heartily approve of the projeotof a Pythian Home, and "Tell 'em to put 'em back on the bed again and to lift ads.—anything, to make room tor tnis article, riavo yon any men?" At 2 p. m. to&O' IT' mayor of Bl Pinion Sawtf lie, ox{J, id, w. s found uiurdtrod in Here Peoto paused to writhe and proiui for a time and went on with his disjointed story, only in response to the many questions his entertainers plied him with. Re olved, That such steps be taken at once looting to that end, and be it further Resrved That the action of this body be presented to the grand lodge, Knights of Pythias, of the State of Pennsylvania and earnestly solioit their approval and hearty oo-operation therein. Eunt End hiw room f t Lid rban r ■111, tlio dastardli Milc-nco at "What in the Old Harry's np, professor ?" "Only one—old man BiUiuga, and he's slow.'' deed having evidently 1* • n committed under cover of darkness 1 '£ hours bufore, how or by whom is as yet a - C*e ry. "Great head that Braytou has, "remarked the thinking citizens of the town, "and if ho doesn'i close up that Standard concern in a fey? years, it will bo a wonder." pnffiug, panting professor could not fipd breath for an extended answer ("It's—it's a murder, Mr. Brayton. Wait—wait till I get my wind." Then settling himself in bis chair and carefully pulling up his trousers lest they bag at the knee, professor carefully tucked bis silk handkerchief in about Ibis spotless collar, that his perspiring seek might not render that adornment limpsy, all tbe while breathing hard and writing fast with one hand. Finally he threw a sheet of paper over on Brayton's •table and between breaths gasped: " Yessirl It's one of the richest things Z ever struck. Old man Sawtelle has Kt been found murdered in his house, era's a page. Put a bead on that. Bold the forms. Never mind the mails. Biro me room tor about GOO words and " What's happened? Why, ain't every - thing happened. You ought to 'a' been over there and Been Hobbs dance around. Why, when that form went—well, I can't tell it. You just ought to 'a' seen it." • ■'Send a boy after the men, then! Run, you imbecile!" Mr. Wawtvlle retired ;.t the tiKual hour last eveniug, only Ma son Caleb, recently returned from California, and one Bervant, Margaret Spinnings, bi ir.g in tlio hotuio v. ith him. Brayton had arrived just in time to prevent a renewal of the savage assault, ind his grip on Sawtelle's left arm was such that the brute writhed and twisted and Anally fell on his knees. A crowd was gathering and considerable indignation was manifesting itself, all of which Braytou did not notice. He was too angry, and while he had never before desired to do any one bodily injury, he could now feel all the evil passion in him rise np, and was strongly tempted to wrest the club from Sawtelle's right hund and beat his brains out with it. "Run yourself! You can't paU me no idjit and imbecile and carry pn round here }ikp this. I ain't no slave I I didn't uiiss no murder, and you kin jest do For sonic month** past, owing to failing health and business can*, ased had been troubled by insomnia and usually vvuUisted to be allowed to sleep us late as he could in the My Pisah Hkayton [wrote a friend of his from New York ]—I have built up several newspapers,as you know.and think I know the ropes. 1 wish you every sueeess. You make a glorious stride at the Mart, and I think you've got the pole so far as your track is concerned. That you may get it and keep it to the end of every heat and come in winner by a good length is my earnest u ish. Mind one, or, rather, two things—keep down expense, but don't be afraid to mx nd money where it is nwessary. Ask fair prices for what»yeu doajt' stand by them. I am sure you will treat your help right because you are too good a fellow to do anything else. Don't be too generous with them financially, but pqgr the scali' and treat then) like men and brethren, If they can get a C*pick UP," let them have it. It's their right. Don't begrudge any man, much less a printer, hia rights. 3e sure you hire printers and not "blacksmiths." Do you know what a "blackuuiih" tu? H'a thM niu" who nnnvjfl Mwnn in Neither Consistent Nor Just. (Scran ton Trlbnne.) Afternoon, 2 o'clooV—Devotional exeroisee, 0 B Henry ; "The fouog People We Do Not Beaoh," Ubarles Tremayne ; "Janior League Management," Mrs. W. G. Simpson ; recitation, Miss Edith Williams; "How Can We Eliminate the Selfish Element in the League, The I Wills of the Pledge," R. M. Tubbs; solo, A. E Burnaford; 'Tae League That' Hinders." A Letcher ; "The League ThCt Helps," G. F Wulttemore; "Bible Study," George G Sanborn. Three months ago the Wllkesbarre Record printed almost dally appeals for the Republicans of Pennsylvania to stand by the Pennsylvania candidate, Senator Quay. Today it is spilling columns of wrath, not only on Colonel Qiay h'mself, but also upon the very delegates who acted in accordance with Its earlier advice and gave Oolonel Quay assnranoe of their loyal support so long as hs should remain a candidate. The Record, therefore, is neither consistent nor just. By this sudden shuffle it forfaits Its right to assume' superior virtue and instead simply makes its attitude appear ridionlous to those who understand the animua of lta present exilt«ment» "Yes, yes. But what form was it? Cell us alniut it." vou own runnin." "Uh, coino now, Busbyl Don't be foolish. Can't yon see, man, that I'm nearly crazy? I didn't mean what I said. Run for the men now, please, while I write up this thing from The Blade. Get anybody—everybody J We must get out on the street with this. It's the worst scoop I ever saw." morning lie ha*'frequently ■pt till noon, his nonappearance at the 1U o'clock breakfast. At 11 o'clock Mr. Caleb fitwtelle went out foi a short drive, und returning at 1 p. m. determined to arouse his father. His rnp at the door elicited no reply, and after some time he attempted to open it, when he found it locked within. Going outside, he saw the window open and determined to force an entrance o* enter by the window. No laddt r being handy with which to climb to the window, he callid the servant and broke open the hx-k of tho door. The lock was an ordinary bolt and yielded to the son's strong push. and for this rC Dson ni arm w as f today at "Why, 'twas just a little while ago. That's all in a heap." "What caused it? Was it the first page or the last?" *'I don't know what page 'twas. I know Brayton's soft enough to think you're comin over to help him out of this muss, and I s'pose you will after you go to press." The strike spread with amazing rapidity, and within ten days every important industry in the city was at a standstill. Sired brass hands paraded the streets, and red faced, eicitedwork people followed after in what The Standard called imposing parades and The News paining exhibitions and later Jn the "You cowardly hound ! You brutal wretch! Curse you J I ought to kill you right where ayou are. You shall suffer for this I I don't care if you have money ; it shan 't protect you. Get into your den, or I'll take the law into my own Busby, who was a great stickler for the dignity of his position, and who in a sullen way always resented abuse, moved his huge bulk slowly down the stairs, while Booled, Blade in hand, retired to his den to write no from his Evening, 7;30—Opening service, C E Mogg; music, Hurlburt Quartet; reports of oommltteee; election uf officers; ad drsss, O. M. Glffiu, D. D, of Scranton; consecration servioe. "Just about after and not before. I don't propose to spare men to help a rival. My motto is, 'Be just to yourself On entering a horrifying spectacle was presented. btrvtched across his bed, where ha had evidently fallen, lay the body of the uu- Concluded oa Pag* t.