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A Family Companion, Devoted to Literature, Miscellany, News, Agriculture, Markets, &c. Vol. X. WEDNESDAY MORNING, AUGUST 19, 1874. TK H' _EItERA LI IS PUBLISHED EVFERY WEDNESDAT MOIRISING, At NiewVerry C. K-, BY T11 O9, F, GRENEKERt Editor and Proprietor. Ter2js s2z~o per whnnin, In-.ariablY in Adva2ce. fYThe napr is stopped at the expiration of inefrwch It is plid I The >4mark denotes exPiratiou Of Mub T1E HEATHEN CHINEE Which I wrish to remark And my language is PWLi That for ways that are dark And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar; Which the same I would rise to explain. Ahi Silk was hismne, And I shall notdeny In regm4D.o the Same, What the-name might imPl.Y; But his smile it was pensive and child-like, As I frequent remarked to Bill.Xye It was A%plst the third And qi4e soft was the skies; Which ift ht be inferred Tha tAh Sin.was likewise; Yet he playbdit that day upon William, And me inaway I despise. Which weWsa.asmall game, And Ali "in' i6ok a hand; It was Euchre. The same le did not understand; But he smiled as he'sat by the table, W ith the smile that was child-like and blind. Yet the cards that were stocked In away.rthati1,grieve,, And my feelings were shocked At'be"ithte of Nye's sleeve, Ihc vu- stuff. fall of ame and bowers, Aad the same with intent to deceive. But the h.auds4hat vwere played By that, beath6n -Minee, And,the points that: he made Were quite frightful to see Till as lasi he put down a right bower, Which the same Nye had dealt unto me. Under the willow the Gray. gehecteh gioq. THE UNKNOWN DEATH. -0 A DETEOTIVE'S STORY. -0 Murder had been done in Phila delphia-or, at least, so it was supposed-and the papers were full of it. The journals were di vided in opinion about the mat ter, some maintaining that it was a case of simple suicide, others in clining to the belief that there had been foul play, and still others, arguing in favor of death from natural tbough unknown causes. Indeed, it would appear, at first sight. as if the latter were the true supposition, and the majority of superficial readers and thinkers who talked over the affair at home or in the streets the next diy, seemed to have very little trouble in arriving at a like con clusion. All that was known was this: an esteemed citizen-a man of wealth and high - standing-had retired to rest the night before ap parently in sound health and good spirits, and a', two o'clock the fol lowing morning had been found dead in bed, without one visible mark of violence upon his person: His son, who had returned home from a pleasure party at that hour, had ectered his father's chamber to deposit the front door key there, and had made the horrible discovery. This young man, a steady, reliable and devout church member and Sabbath School teach er, had then aroused the house, and communicated the ill tidings to the terror-stricken family. At the coroner's inquest I was present, and there the son, after repeating what has been said C tbove, called the attention of the e jury to the following additional e nd important facts; that on enter ng the chamber he had found ev r rything undisturbed and as usual, I hat the bed clothes even % ere not 8 u9mpled, and that the position of t hbe deceased as he lay, was-so natu- t al and easy that it was not until he , ad noticed the absence of the a eep andl regular breathing of the e leeper that he suspected, for an t astant, $Nat anything was wrong. I .I was not on the jury, but was here at the request of the family, i, 1i my official capacity of murder- t etective, and it is needless toa ay that I subjected the body and k s surroundings to the closest i, cru tiny, I could discover nothing, owever, that appeared in the ast suspicious or to warrant a upposition of foul play. The post- a iortem examination failed equally a o satisfy, and developed no indi tions oi poison in the system ; b~ ut one thing it did develop; and bat was, that up to the time of 5, eath the internal organs of the eceased had all been in a state a f healthy and vigorous action. For once in my life 1 was at ult, and must confess~ that 1 did ot know how to proceed; but still, e >r all the absence of proof, and be seeming regularity of things, e felt in mo a deep mistrust that ?urder had been done in the pre tises and by no unskillful hand. Whilst I was deliberating how t > act, the son came over, and be- e. an a conversation. He talked on n he all-absor-bing topic of' the mo ent,and was as nervous, restless, t ud agitated as man could be. We ere walking rapidly up and down t he chamber where lay the corpse, g till fresh from the searching f, ands of the coroner's physician, s nd as wye paused nowv and then to y ~aze in its pale, inanimate face, I i emarked that my companion ta book with a slight and well-de- c ned tremor. I made a mental d ote of this, but at the same time id not attach much importance c o it. as I considered it but the s atural effect of the trying and a ainful scenes through which the g on so recently passed, and whose ecollection was refreshed by these a >omentary views of the dead. I y id not, of course, for one moment nagine that the man at my elbow e as a patricide, but a murder de- t~ ctive, from habit, is always on he alert, and as I had no clue c hatever to followv in this matter, d was merely searebing for one a vervwhere-that was all. L We continued our walk about a he room. "This affair passes my compre- I ension," said I- a "And mine also," said the son. I was about taking my leave v ben a small piece of red rag on he floor, just under the edge of. he bed, attracted my attention, nd I stooped and picked it up. The son observed my motions, s ind said : "I wonder how that got there? e Ehwa the ret of that article in in my drawer-it belongs to me!' "Do you want the piece?" I asked. "Not at all," he replied; but if you would like to have the remain der, I will get it for you." He left me without waiting for any reply, and quickly returned with the rest of the handkerchief. He handed it to me and said as he did so: "I am at a loss to conjecture who could have torn that hand kerchief, for I thought it was safe in my apartment when I went out early in the evening." I put the piece he gave me with the other I already had, and took my leave. Once at home and in the soli tude of my chamber,. I sat down at my table and, with my face buried in both bands, fell to think ing and reasoning. I thought of the scene I had just left., and could not doubt that the verdict of the 3orouer's jury would be "death rrom causes unknown." I thought of the son and of his torn handker hief, and I spread-out the latter before-mo on the table, and fittel it to the portion I had found wet ind limp under the bed of the de .eased. Then I took the wet piece in my fingers and felt and looked it it. It did not seem to nave een steeped in water, and to the ouch it was just in the slightest ay sticky. I further remarked hat it had a very faint white i Ainge in spots, as if some kind of 0obam had recently been upon it. ust at that instant I caught sight f a paragraph in a daily paper ying in front of me, and mechani ally read it. The paragraph was as follows: "A ghastly scientific discovery s reported from Turin, where Professor Casturini, the celebrated culist, has found a way of killing nimals by forcing air into their yes a few seconds, and 'almost ithout causing pain. Experi aents were recently made at the toyal,Yetrinary School, and it is aid that they have fully proved be truth of the Professor's inven ion. Within the space of a few ainutes four rabbits, three dogs nd a goat were killed in this man er. The most.remarkable fact is hat the operation leaves absolute 7 no outward trace." 1 started up instantly after hay ig read this, and began rapidly > walk the room. I was flashed ud agitated. Perhaps.I had the ey to the mystery I was search ig to solve ! "Gracious !" I thought, "if this aragraph be true, might not the iethod of destruction be applied a fatally to man as to the inferior nimals?" I hurriedly returned to the ouse of death and rang the bell. Thbe son answered the summons i person. He looked not a little surprised L my sudden return. "What is the matter ?" he de iauded. "Nothing," said I-I was quite ol and collected by this time I merely wished to make another Kamination of the chamber of ie deceased." He led me to it at once. I again scrutinized the body, bis time paying more attention > the face and head of the dead ian. There was absolutely nothing > be seen there that I had not sen before. I then pressed open ie mouth slightly with my fin ers, and, as I did so, felt, or nied I felt, the same sligrht ickiness I had detected on the mp piece of handkerchief. I >oked into the mouth, and nearly -embled for joy to see there the learly-defined white tinge of ied foam! For a moment I could hardly antain myself, and my heart beat aloudly that I was almost afraid iy companion would hear it and row alarmed. H owever, I did control myself, nd as soon as I could trust my oice, said: "Is there no way by which this ouse might be entered except by lbe first story ?" "Oh, yes," returned the son, as omposedly as ever, "there is a oor in my apartment opening on n old, unused portico, but that as been locked and double-bolted Ii winter." Thbis observation was just what wanted, for it pointed out to me way to obtain a view of this ian's private room, and that too, rithout exciting the least sas ic0n. "Will you let me see that door?" asked. "With the greatest pleasure," uid he; "I have already examined myself, and found it as secure as old- but perhaps your more ex 'erienee eye may deteet some sign there that has escaped me." I followed him, and without th( slightest hesitation he led me tc his bed-chamber. There was the door fastened a he bad said, and I made a show of looking at it-but that was not what fascinated me and riveted my attention at once! The walls were full of shelves, and the shelves were crowded with philosophical instruments! I left the portico door finally, and as I was going, carelessly re marked: "You seem to take an interest in science?" "Why, yes," said he, smiling, ("1 (10, and I flatter myself that few men here or elsewhere have a larger or better collection of ap paratus than I have." I had touched him on his par ticular vanity, and knew now that I might search unmolested, and not only that, but with his own proper aid, for the instrument of death. I turned back, as I spoke, and picked up a pamphlet from the study-table in the centre of the room. The book was written in the Italian language. I have some slight knowlege of the tongue of modern opera, and I read on the title page that the work was one on the varibus modes of the destruction of ani mal life, and that it was by Cas-! turini. And Casturini was the name of the Professor spoken of in the newspaper paragraph. I felt that I was working on the right track. I' laid down the volume and gradually turned the conversation to the subject of pneumatics, in the course of which I asked if my companion had Casturini's air pump. He told4e no, but that he had his air-syringe. I asked to look at it. Foi the first time the son turn ed on me a hurried glance of alarm. But I ranaged to appear as if I suspected nothing-as if nothing more dangerous than love of sci ence actuated me in my investi gations. And my companion was satis fied, for he at once produced the air-syringe. It was a strange instrument; in shape it was like an ordinary syringe, such as is daily employed in medicine, only larger, perhaps twice as large as any of that kind I had ever seen. It was mounted on a stand of polished walnut, like an electric machine, and, in deed, looked like one-that is, a cyndrical one. It was furnished with a crank, by which it was worked, and had two large, fun. nel-shaped mouthpieces. These latter were not stationary, but sould be moved-brought nearer ogether or more widely separated. is circumstances required. This, then, was the instrument af death, and it performed its iread work silently and surely, mod left no external trace. I touched it with a feeling akin to horror, and asked : "Has this no other use than to leprive animals of life ?" "None," was the smiling re sponlse. "Can you operate it?" "Better tban any I ever met." I was standing facing this man is he made this boast. I laid my hand on his shoulder. He started and seemed not to know what to make of my con juct. "Your crime is discovered, sir !" said I, sternly. "You are a patri aide, and I arrest you for the murder of the man who lies in bhe other chamber !" His faice turned fairly purple with rage and fear, and then grew toky black. He sat down in the chair with >ut a word. His courage, and above all things. his incomparable audacity, bad altogether abandoned him at this terrible crisis ! I spoke to him again and again several times, but could get no an swer. Then I rang the bell and sent for the coroner's physician. He came, looked at the man, still sitting on the chair, speech. less and black in the face, and shook his head. "This man has lost his reason !" were his fearful words. "What has caused it?" I told him, and showed him Casturini' s air syringe. We took our prisoner into cus tody and conveyed him, in a close carriage, to the police station. The ride somewhat restored him, but he was still altogether overwhelmed and crushed. We left him in the cell and went our various wayr In the morning I was the first to call to see him. The officer in charge told me he had been up the greater part of the night, and was then sleeping. I waited half an hour, and then, in company with the doctor, who had by that time arrived, went to the cell. The man was there on the bed, lying in his shirt and pantaloons, with his face downward, and mo tionless. The doctor touched him-he was cold and stiff. The patricide was dead. By his side lay a paper, crushed and rumpled,as if in his last agonies he had endeavored to tear it up. I took it and read, written in lead pencil, the following: "The shrewdness of the detec tive has been too much for me. It was night when I did it, and I fancied the means put it beyond reach of discovery, I was mis takeu, and I pay the penalty of that mistake freely now. That doctor is a shrewd practitioner. A man does not c.ounterfoit madness with him with impunity. Had he been as wise in his way as the de tective was in -his, the law would not have been cheated of its prey. I had my reasong for the deed, fully as potent. as those I have for this." Here followed the signature of the suiuideA.Lraeed in a full, bold hand. I turned to the physician and the officer who were with me, and had read the letter over my shoul der.. I must confess that I think my face showed triumph-triumph at hiving succeeded in tracking and taking a criminal so adroit and calculating-and- possibly I had some good ground for being ela ted. I did not ask th~e family of the murdered man for s reward, but I carried away the air syringe, and I have it to this day. I have made repeated eperiments with it since it came "iamy possession, and each succeeding one but con vinces me the more of its deadly and dangerous character. There is another thing I must say before I close, and that is this: I have solved the .mystery of that limp piece of handkerchief I found on the day I undertook the investigation of the affair I have just been speaking of: it was employed by the murderer to repress and keep- back the slight foam that always flies from the mouth of the subject whenever submitted to the. action of the syringe. I look back up~on this adventure now as one of the most important events in my career, and I take pride in telling it over and over again. It shows what science is connected with the detection of crime, and it also shows from what a slight link a massive chain of conelasive evidence may be forged. I g .i look back to it with pride, and I can only hope..that an in telligen t public will hear and ap prove my recital-the story of the UNKNOWN DEATH. A JAPANESE .BEAUTY DEscRIBED. -A face of classical beauty, ac cording to Japanese notions, corn bined with great. modesty of ex pression, black hair turned up and 1 rnamented with long gold pins ] and scarlet erape flowers, an out er robe of the most costly silk, embroidered in gold and confined at the waist by a scarf;,upon which the highest female art has been expended in ornament, -and tied 1 in a large bow behind, the ends flowing over a long train formed by seven or eight silk petticoats, each longer and richer than the 1 ther. She must be accomplished in music, embroidery, singing, and, above all, in skillfully impro-] ising verses for the delectation of her future lord.' Duty, a ^bun- I dIe.cf keys, weelkly.aecounts, and] good housewifery, are all very well. They are expected-the Ja-I panese gentlemen requires. all that; but he wishes--nay, insists upon the marriage-yoke being en twined with roses and padded with the softest silk. It must not chafe; f it does, off he goes to his club, 1 or, what is. nearly as bad, his tea house. The law allows him to doi so, and is he not lord of the land ? I - A greenhorn sat for a long time very attentively musing over1 a cane bottomed chair. At length he said, "I wonder what fellow took the trouble to find all them ar holes and put straws around em?" Landlady-( fi e r c e I y )-You] mustn't occupy that bed with your boots on. Boarder-Never mind, they're an old- pair. I guess the bed bugs can't hurt 'em. i'll risk it nyhow. 1i5tUtuton5. MIND AND MATTER. THE WONDERFUL POWER OF READING ANOTHER'S THOUGHTS. John R. Brown, a beardless young gentleman t w e n t y-two years of age, whose home is in Council Bluffs, Iowa, has excited a good deal of curiosity the last few-days by his exhibition of mind reading, at the Sturtevant House in New York City. Mr. Brown is highly charged with some mys terious power which gives him control over the thoughts of oth ers. He does not claim to be a Spiritualist, and distinctly says that prophecy is not a part of his art. He takes the hand of anoth er and thus establishes a chain alorg which the magnetic current flows. Browrns mind is passive,or at least it thinks only the thoughts which the brain thinks w it h which it is in systematic contact. The thoughts of the subject whose hands he holds are photograph ed to his own brain, and hence the subject can have no se cret from the operator or re ciever. You may hide an ar ticle in any out-of-the-way place, and if you will concentrate your thoughts upon the thing, Mr. Brown will take your hand and lead you directly to it. You may write down the name of any place or individual and Mr. Brown, al though not in the room when you made the writing will quickly spell out the name for you. By means- of a copper wire he can es tablish a current between himself and yourself and recieve the brain messages. He is the battery and you are the instrument. He has been put to very severe tests by the sceptical journalists and sci entists of New York, and has ac quitted himself in such a way, that the greatest -doubter cannot hesi tate to believe- in his powers. He does simply what he says he will do. He is a riddle to himsel:f, as he is to all who have seen him operate. That his power is great is undeniable, but just what it is is a question which the wisest cannot answer. The New York Times says. Yesterday Mr. Brown gave a private exhibition to a select com pany including several representa tives of the .press. The place chosen for the experiments was a large parlor and bedroom in the Sturtevant House. He explained beforehand that he was obliged to use a certain amount of machinery. This latter consisted of the letters of the alphabet printed on a piece of pasteboard, and a long piece f brass wire. He did not have the wire, the utility of which will be explained hereinafter, but he exhibited the printed letters. rhe latter were strung around the walls of the parlor and Mr. Brown commenced his interesting axhibition. Bee stated in the first ,lace, that anj individual in the room might hide an article any wvhere in tbe house, and that, if sertain conditions were complied with he would certainly point out ?vhere it was hidden by reading is thoughts. A gentleman in the ~ompany left the room, and re urned in a few minutes. Mr. 3rown then blindfolded himself with a linen handkerchief, took uold of the gentleman's left hand with his own right hand, and, af er a few eccentrie movements, tamely, pressing his hand several ,imes over the gentleman's arm mud across his forehead,the two left he parlor, followed by the compa y, and proceeded to search for ,be hidden article. The gentleman ubmitting to the experiement was ed, or rather pulled, by Mr. 3rown through the corridors of the hotel and into a half dozen chain ers until one was reached where 3rown stopped before a bureau w'ith about a dozen drawers, and, >ointing to one particular drawer, aid : "You will find it there." rhe hidden article, a pocket knife, vas found in the drawer. The ~entleman said that he had follow d the course which Brown had aken before he hid the knife, and ~xpressed himself as much aston shed. The next test was made ya gentleman who went into mn adjoining apartment and selec ;ed a rosette in one of three da Dask curtains, as an object upon w'hich to concentrate his thoughts. KEr. Brown, preparing himself as yefore, led the gentleman to the window curtain, and after a min ite's hesitation over a tassel, >daced his hand upon the rosette. Qhe gentleman stated that he had Lt first thought of the tassel, but hiad finally, concluded to choose the -rosett&-. Mr.v Lewis Leland, ftha Jiotel ask e If. nrwn to tell him the name of his birth-place. The latter blindfolding himself and taking the band of Mr. Leland in the manner before described, led him around the room, and pointing to the printed letters of the alphabet suspended on the walls, spelled out the name "Lan grove." This.is a small town in Vermont, and the birth-place of Mr. Leland. in the same manner Mr. Brown picked out the letters of the alphabet, spelling "George," the Christian name of George F. Rowe, a reporter of. the.. Times, drowned some time ago, on. the request of his brother, who was present, and also the name of a town in Turkey, denominated "Abeib," where one of that com pany was born. In the latter test Mr. Brown missed the letter e, which, the gentleman making the test stated was probably owing to the fact that he had himself hesitated over-it --while- mentally spelling the word. Another test to which Mr. Brown was subject ed was made by a gentleman who fixed his thoughts upon a watch seal worn by Mr. Leland, which was quickly pointed out: as the object selected. Mr. Brown vol unteered to read the thoughts. of another without coming in di rect contact with him,bet through the medium of a third person. . To do this he blindfolded himself as before, and while taking the hand of a third party-the latter plac ing his hand on his (Brown's) fore head, the man whose thoughts were to be read took hold of the wrist of the medium of communica tion, and so the three proceeded around the room until the object was pointed out, or the letters spelling the w ord thought of were spelled out from the alphabet. The reporter of the Times, desi rous of making this test, did so, together with Mr. Leland. The metalic tag hanging to-the key in the door was4 the object selected for a concentration of thought. After his usual preparation, Brown immediately led the way to -the door. ben he reachi.ti.e fei around. it for a few minutes, and the Times' reporter,- believing that the scent,.was lost,, allowed his thoughts to be directed4to oth~ er objects. As these 'objects pre sented themselve,s to his mind, Brown would immediately! lead him and his companion to them. At last a violent effort was ,made to concentrate attentioa exclusive ly -on the key-tag, and Brown at once led the way to it. -This test satisfied -the reporter that the workings of his mind had been im plicitly followed by Brown, and that every deviation from a direct course was due to the thoughts of other objects which would persist ently obtrude themselves. Mr. Brown is ignorant of the -cause of his wonderful power. He be lieves that spiritualism has nothing to do with it, and regards profes sional spiritualists as humbugs. In the experiments yesterday he was obliged to lead those waking tests around the room by the hand. If provided with a.- brass wire, the person testing his power could take hold of one end of the wire and remain in his chair. He is not infallible, however, in the use of the wire, and pi-efers to hold the hand. It does not appear that Mr. Brown's gift can be made very useful, although he says that by the. means of it he hasdis covered the g uil1t of -several criminals in the West. He says also that he is able to some times read the thoughts of oth srs sitting near him, but can not remember themi for any ength of time. He believes that in the course of time his powers of thought reading will be so strongly developed that he will be able to express the thoughts of others without the use of thei al phabet. A rather remarkable case cameI up lately before the sheriff of< Perthshire. A farmer near AuchW terarder had sold a cow to a per son named Perth, aad the buyer1 summoned the farmer in order to recover damages, seeing that he< bad given false information about] the cow. "I asked him," said the plain tiff," if she was a good milker." I "'And what was his reply !" He 1 said, "She'1l astonish youn!" "I took the cow home, but she has not a single drop of milk." 'Well," said the sheriff, "I ratherI think she did astonish you." 3 A Japanese has a string of names awful to contemplate ; for besides the name .he -receives at birth, he takes a second on attain ing his majority, a 'third at his1 marriage, a fourth ifhe be appoint ed to. any .pubiic fudi&tion, a fifth should h'rise in rank n2 dipiity; and so on to the.last name, given after death and inscribed upon hisI tomb. THE PONY-RIDER'S MIS SION. There was an excited crowd gathered about the Pony Express station at McPherson's. The west ern-bound rider had arrived with a bullet in his leg, and reported that the Pawnees were off their reser vation, and were advancing on the settlement. He' had met them between the last station and Mc Pherson's, and they had given chase. McPherson's could boast of but seventy-fve souls at that time before the railroad came, and there were but forty men who were capable of defending the place. Whatever was to to be done had to be, done quickly. Fort Grattan was eighty miles north-west, and a a rider was dispatched in haste. Fort Kearney was .seventy. miles southeast, and who would sammon -aid from.there? It was a danger ous undertaking. The route lay right through the hostile country, and the messenger would be al most sure to meet the Indians. The pony-riders as a general thing, were fearless men, butthisproposi tion was so fraught with danger that they were loth to undertake it. "Zf Slade was.only here I" cried an old man, "there'd be no hesita tion while wimmen and children were in danger 1". "I'll go V'' and a bright-eyed fearless-looking-young fellow step ped forth. "Good ]" said the old man, press ing his hand. "Old Jim Johnson sez no I Old Jim Johnson! You hear me! There's more sense in lssex'iCazba thei i ffen iII lot of you. Pick your hoss, boy, an' ride for your life. - See I three's Nelly lookin' at you. For her ake Willy, of no one's else. Thirty-five helpless wimmen and children; think of it! Ride your best.an' when yomgit to the sta tion you.may git a relief. Post 'em there, an' when you git to the fort tell the commandant to send on some cavelry as soon as !possi send theReds to- Californ e *ly Johnson's yourn as soon as you git back. Good-by, boy, an' 'God speed'ye." There was a spring, a rush df hoofs, and the ride to Keai'ney had begun. Right gallantly the little horse sprang away at her rider's bidding, and the eyes of sweet Nelly, Johnson .kept upon thenm until horse and:rider faded away upon the horizon. Love was one incentive for the pony-rider's mission, and.the de-. sire to save the people of McPher son's from a bloody death was the other. Did man ever risk life in a better cause ? Onwdrd swept the little horse, her flying heels1 throwing up a cloud of dust which hovered in the air for 'hundreds of yards behind her. To the left of bhem glided the still waters of tlie Platte, and on the-right the bound ess green of the prairie. The ~ rider sat firm as a rock, his daunt- a ess face looking 8traight ahead wd wearing an air which seem ~dto say it was all for the sake 8 >f-Nelly Johnson. You may talk of the Mar.nelukes, he Tartar horsemen, the savage Bedouins, and all the wild rider-s, )ut what are they to compare vith our American pony-riders- ~ nen who were fearless and braved 8' ivery danger; who ran the risk s' f life in every mile they dashed s >ver; men who were expected to do ifty miles at top speed in daylight ~ r dark, rain or shine, hot or cold?. But the railroad has done away rith the pony-rider, and we here .h 1o more o.f such exploits as that 3J f the remowned ,Timmy Moore.s Onward swept the brave little Ii iorse, and at last the station came n view. A minute.more And iorse and rider was at the door. Wo relay was there to meet them. * iot a sign of life was to be seen, 3J >Ut there were hoof-tracks in ev- it ry direction, showing that the " elief had fled. Giving t1he horse drink, he mounted, and again a hey were on the way to Kearney. s urther on they came upon a large s' >bject in the center of the trail.- ~ :t was the western-bound stage with the horses gone, the driver >etvIeen the fore-wheels with a t< >ullet in his head, the passengers ir ying about the road, and the con- s~ Lactor in the boot wounded unto it [eath One horrified 1o0ok , a >ause, and faster fled the horse. ix f.i1e after mile is left behind, sta- a ion after station is pased, and ti o relief. Will they ever get to. e Kearney Z On the prairie to the stight of 1heo appear ahostof mountedinen. e PJhey are the .pets of the Peace e Dommffissionl on their annual ma-r an<i. Turning with a triumphantA y'ell they speed to head the rider ut Narroweg growB thespe between them, and the gla3 - k ADVERTISING.RT$ per squre-ne nc-for~ Am sdo, 7C. for each subsequeM Inserdlom.DuJ colazan advertisemefos tenparcemw#abow. 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