Corvallis gazette. (Corvallis, Benton County, Or.) 1900-1909, March 15, 1901, Image 4

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KENTUCKY FEUD THAT
A Change of Purpose.
GREW FROM A COURTSHIP
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T was a bright morning In January.
and a girl was breakfasting alone
In tbe somewhat dingy sitting room
of a Bloornsbury lodging bouse. She
was young and pretty, with delicate,
thoughtful looking features. She glanc
ed at the clock It wanted a few min
utes to 9 then rose from her seat and.
-walking to the window, pulled back the
faded red curtains.
"A clear sky there will be a splen
did light soon for Phil," she exclaimed.
She turned and made her way back
to the fireplace. An envelope on the
mantelpiece caught her eye. It was an
old one, and had been there for some
weeks, but she took it down once
again, and drew a card out a mere
ordinary Christmas card, with the
words, "Madge, from Dick," written
upon it. She gased at It reflectively;
then replaced It with a little sigh.
"Ah, Dick," she murmured, "if only
things had gone a little better with
us!"
The chimes of a clock striking the
hour caught her ear, and she made hur
ried preparations for her departure. On
her way down she tapped at a door,
and opened It half an Inch.
"Many happy returns of the day,
Phil, dear!" she called out. "It's a
lovely morning. Good-by!"
She ran down the stales lightly. In
the hall she was met- by an elderly
looking man in a velveteen coat. She
nodded brightly to him, and he opened
the door for her.
"Your brother's birthday?" he ask
ed with a smile.
"Yes. We must do something to
night In honor of it, and yon must
help us. Mr. Llntell! Good-by I shall
be late for my 'bus!"
About an hour later, Phil Halstan
emerged from his room. He was a tall,
well-built young fellow, with a some
what heavy, Indolent-looking face. He
ate a leisurely breakfast, then, lighting
a cigarette, dropped Into an armchair
by the fire and let his eyes travel slow
ly round the dull room. A look of dis
gust crept to his face.
"Ugh !" he exclaimed. "How horribly
mean and sordid it all looks! Shall I
ever get out of It?"
Presently he rose, and, going to a
corner by the window, drew forward
an easel. . He sat himself before it and
gazed at the blank canvas. Then he
felt for his box of brushes and fingered
them meditatively. Finally he laid
them down and looked out of the win
dow. There was a tap at the door, and the
next moment old Mr. Llntell entered.
He lived on the upper floor and had got
to be very friendly with Madge and
her brother.
"1 won't Interrupt you," he began,
with a glance at the easel. "I only
came to offer you my best wishes !"
"Thanks! Please don't go," cried
Phil, as the old man moved toward the
door. "Fact is, I don't think I shall
do much more work now rather
thought of giving myself a holiday.
My birthday, you know!" he added half
Jocularly.
Old Llntell came forward slowly. He
looked at the blank canvas.
"It's going to be a great thing!" ex
plained Phil. "I'm working out the
Idea nowIt takes time, you know."
The old man nodded, and looked out
of the window. He had been thinking
a good deal of Phil lately this boy
who got up late, sat dreaming half the
day, and loafed the other, who had
never earned a penny In bis life, kept
In idleness by a devoted sister who, as
typist in a solicitor's office, worked
hard from morn to night, believing In
him-heart and soul.
He glanced up sharply at Phil.
"Might I .see your, portfolio?" he
aid. "I used to know something
about art"
Phil pulled it out with alacrity, and
opened it for the old man's inspection.
Mr. Llntell turned them over one by
one. They were crude and badly done,
with no sign of distinctive ability what
ever. "Well? asked Phil eagerly. He
shared bis sister's belief, in himself.
"Give me your candid opinion."
Mr. Llntell wiped his glasses and
proceeded to oblige him. He told him
the truth the unpleasant, naked truth
and a wave of color swept over young
Phil's cheek. Then he laughed.
"Ifs too ridiculous," he cried.
Old Mr. Llntell rose from his chair
and made his way to the door.
"I'm sorry," he said, "but I thought
you ought to know."
Phil laughed again as the door closed
on the old man but U was an uncom
fortable sort of laugh the laugh of a
man whose mind had been suddenly
confronted with a new aspect of the
ease. He strode up and down the room.
"Of course, I shall be famous some
day shall pay little Madge back a
thousandfold and she doesn't mind
working at present!" he reflected. "And
be said I hadn't a particle of ability,
that I was wasting my time, that I
ought to be earning my living, keeping
Madge, instead of letting her !".
He glanced toward the window. Tbe
sun was shining temptingly. He walk
ed to tbe mantelpiece and found two
half-crowns which Madge had left
there.. Unthinkingly be slipped these
into his pocket,' then, taking hat and
stick, made his way out of the house.
He meant to go for a long walk, to
think out bis great idea. But be found
be could think of nothing but old Lln
tell'' word. The idiotic sentence kept
runnings through his head. He. Phil
Halstan, a mere loafer! The thing was
absurd; Madge herself would be the
first to say so.'
He walked for some time, and made
an effort to think of something else.
Presently he dropped Into a cheap res
taurant to nave lunch. " He sat down
at a table; next to him two men were
talking rather excitedly.
"I don't care who it isr? one was de
claring emphatically. "The chap who
loafs wnue a woman works for lm is a
ound, and deserves to be kicked! Why,
I'd sooner sweep the roadway I"
Phil, with a red face, rose and hur
riedly left the place.
' -
It was half past 2 the same afternoon
when Madge ran lightly up the stair
case of the house in Bloomsbury, and
burst Into the sitting room. Her face
was flushed and her eyes sparkled. She
saw a young man standing by the win
dow. His back was turned to her.
"Phil!" she cried Joyously, "I have a
half holiday!" ,
The figure In the window turned and
she gave a little cry of surprise.
"Dick!" she gasped in astonishment.
Dick Evington came toward her,
holding out his hand. '
"Just Dick," he answered with a
smile. He caught her hand and stood
looking Into her face. "Something has
happened, Madge, and I've come up at
once from Anlngton to tell you about
it."
There was a dainty flush on her
cheeks; he thought he had never seen
her look so beautiful. ,
"I hope it Is something good for yon,
Dick." she said. "Is It?"
"I don't know yet," he said, slowly.
"That Is, until I've heard what yon
have to say."
Now it happened that at this moment
Phil Halstan was wending his way
homewards. He let himself in with his
latchkey and went up to "their room.
The door was not quite shut, and he
heard voices Madge's and another's.
He recognized it after a moment. Then
he caught a 'few of the words. He
glanced round. The landing was dark.
Hardly knowing what he did, he sank
down on the first stair and listened.
"I knew things would come right at
last. Madge, dear!" Evlngton's voice
was saying. "But I didn't think it
would be as splendid as this. A good
post abroad only open to a married
man, too!",
There was a pause. Outside Phil
irrusped the bannister. There was a
slight movement by him, and turning
Ids head he found Llntell had crept to
ill side.
Then they heard Madge's voice. It
was low and tremulous.
"I'm sorry. Dick, but '
"Why. Madge, you love me?"
"Yes, love you, Dick-always have
loved you always shall! But "
There was a pause, then In a whisper.
"There's Phil!"
Old Llntell laid a hand on the young
man's shoulder.
"But surely Phil won't mind!" cried
Evington. "He Is a man, and can earn
his own living. He would not wish
you to give up this."
"You don't understand, Dick!" There
were tears in Madge's voice this time.
"Some day Phil will be a great artist,
be famous, but Just now he wants my
help! Oh, Dick, I'm so sorry, but I
can't leave him can't go with you
though I love you so!"
Phil Halstan shok old LIntell's hand
from his shoulder, and rose suddenly to
his feet. He stood for a moment un
decided, then crept away on tiptoe
down the stairs. Old Llntell followed.
"What are you going to do?" he said.
Phil made no reply. He crammed
his hat on his head, opened the door
and stepped Into the street Old Lin
tell went with him, and they walked
away together.
"Are you going to let ber lose her
one big chance of happiness?" said old
Llntell, in a low voice; "or going to con
tinue to. Idle your life away she keep
ing you?"
Phil hardly seemed to hear him. He
was striding along with his hands
thrust deep in his pockets, his eyes
staring straight ahead of him. Sud
denly he threw his head back.
"You beard she doesn't want to go
herself!" ' he cried, almost fiercely.
"She'd soon forget all about it."
"A girl with a heart like Madge's
never forgets!" replied old Llntell.
"What are you going to do?" he repeat
ed relentlessly.
"A little more time and I might do
something big!" broke out Phil.
"You've loafed for three years and
done nothing!" said the old man. "Yon
know you will never do anything In art.
You've willfully shut your eyes, and
used It as an excuse to yourself and
her for idling!"
The young man's mouth was twitch
ing convulsively.
"You're right!" he cried. In a hoarse
voice, "but what's there left for me to
do I know nothing, have done noth
ing!": be finished helplessly.
"Be a man. There's always some
thing for a man to do! Remember
what she has done for you."
They reached St.-Martin's Church
at Charing Cross. Phil stopped and
passed a hand over his brow.: The old
man watched him anxiously.' He saw
Phil's eye travel across the road to
where the recruiting sergeants ... were
pacing slowly up and down, alert for
new blood. Then Phil Halstan . sud
denly gave his shoulders a jerk back.
"Yes," he said between his shut
teeth. "There's always something left
for a man to do!"
He crossed the road.
That night Madge was sitting alone
reading a letter that had been brought
to her by messenger. The tears came
to her eyes as she read the last few
sentences: . . ' ,
... For three years I have
played it as low down as a fellow can.
But I'm going to be a man at last,
Madge. ' If you want to make me hap
py, dear, make me feel I haven't quite
spoilt your life. Go with Dick!"
The letter dropped from her hand. ',"
"Go with Dick!" she repeated in a
low tone. -:.
There was a tap at the door; then a
man was shown in a young man with
a pale and anxious face. ' - -
"Madge. I couldn't leave without ask
ing you once again Is it quite hope
less?" he began. ' -
She raised her eyes to his, and he
saw her Hps tremble. '
"Not quite hopeless, Dick, dear!" she
whispered. Mainly About Peopla,
. Snonnholderw.
"Here's a girl," remarked the query
editor, "who writes to know 'what is
the popular spoonholder this season
"Evidently," replied the snake editor,
"she's never had any beaux."
"Why?"
"Because If she had slie'd know that
the most popular one Is the parlor
sofa." Philadelphia Press.
Jnst for Bnr-y.
Mrs. Poppers Oh, John, you must
raise side whiskers.
Mr. Poppers What? You've often
told me you hated such things.
Mrs. Poppers I want you to raise
nice long ones like Mr. Markley's. He
called to-day, and baby enjoyed pull
ing his whiskers so much. It was too
cute for anything. Philadelphia Press.
Dead Kroke.
Ethel Count Spaghetti seems to lead
ft monotonous life.
Gladys Yes; a little change would
do him good.
Should Have Know i.
He (in his wrath) When I married
you I had no idea what a fool you
were.
She (In her equanimity) The fact
that 'I was willing to marry you should
have removed all doubts on that point.
Boston Transcript.
The Hall of Kloqience.
He Oh, yes; he's eloquent. But I
can't say I admired the whole of his
speech.
She No. his mouth Isn't pretty, but
then it's partially hidden by his mus
tache. Philadelphia Press.
New Styles.
"More new gowns!" he cried.
"Why, yes," she answered, sweetly.
"All of mine are last century styles."
Philadelphia North American.
Operated TTpon.
Briggs I hear you havejjeen oper
ating in Wall street.
Griggs A great mistake. I have been
operated upon. Harper's Bazar.
Fixed at the Fox Oflic.
Willie Pa, what's a fixed star?
Pa (formerly an actor) A fixed star.
I suppose, is one who gets his salary
regularly. Philadelphia Press.
A Panacea
Fortieth Friend (since breakfast) By
Jove, old fellow, you've sofa fearful
cold. What are you taking for it?
Sufferer (hoarsely) Advice. New
York Weekly.
Mutual Compassion-
"Oh! my poor woman! My heart
bleeds for one in your condition!"
"Thanks, sor; Oi was thinkln' the
Mine of the likes of you!" r
Not Flump Knonicb.
less Miss Sera wney says she just
hates to go to the opera.
Jess Yea, but what she means is that
she can't "bare? to go to the opera.
His Superstition.
: Hicks Do you believe that it is un
lucky to postpone a wedding?
Wicks Yes, when the' young man
needs money, and the girl is rich.
Somerville Journal.
The Palmist.
The Palmist This line in your hand
indicates that you have a very brilliant
future ahead of you-
Siinkins Is that so?
The Palmist Yes, but this other line
indicates that you are too slow to ever
catch up with it. Chicago News.
; IH Hop-.
Sea Captain There is no hope! The
ship is doomed! In an hour we will all
be dead!
Seasick Passenger Thank heaven!
A Sore Thing.
He Wasn't that you on the piazza
last night?
She No.
"Then I wonder who In the world I
kissed?" . ,
"You can probably tell by going there
to-night at the same time!" Life.
The Seal Thins.
The divine right of kings isn't In It
with the right of the married daughter
who comes home for the first time to
show off - her baby to her parents.
Atchison Globe.
Trunk WretHnr.
Lady Why don't the railroads have
mechanical appliances for loading and
unloading trunks?
Depot Master Well you see. mad
am, lifting the trunks into the cars
doesn't hurt anything but the men and
throwing them out doesn't hurt any
thing but the trunks. New York
Weekly.
IMsacrreed with Her.
Mamma Ethel, I must really forbid
you touching that lobster you know
If does not agree with you.
Ethel (resignedly) Very well, mam
ma, but it does seem as If everything
in this world that is nice is either
wicked or indigestible. Life.
Fhort Eaxattements.
Little Boy How soon are you and
Sis goin' to be married?
Accepted Suitor She has not named
the day yet. I hope she does not be
lieve in long engagements.
Little Boy She doesn't, I know,
'cause all her engagements have been
snort. Tit-Bits.
Antidote for Onion.
"I should think you would be afraid
to eat onions In the middle of the day,"
said the blonde typewriter to the bru
nette when they met at dinner."
"I'm not a bit," replied the dark one;
"you see, our office Is on the thirty
sixth floor, and when I go up in that
elevator It takes my breath away."
Yonkers Statesman.
Realism.
Scene: Children's party (Punch and
Judy show going), Tom discovered by
his hostess' papa in tears.
Hostess' Papa Afraid, Tom? Cheer
up, old man, they're only dolls.
Poor, Frightened Tommy They
won't be dolls when I dream of them
to-night. Life.
PnbtltnMnn
"Is the boss in?" asked the stranger,
entering the drug store.
"No," replied ;the absent-minded
clerk, "but we have something just as
good." Yonkers Statesman.
Easily Answered.
Teacher Why should all good little
boys like Washington's birthday?
Chorus of Five 'Cause they ain't no
school that day!
Tn Theatric Par'nnc-.
Amateur What does it mean in the
atric circles when they say the "ghost
walks?"
Veteran Actor It means that the
rest of us don't have to. Detroit Free
Press.
Cantion Answer.
"Where Is Josiar?" asked Mrs. Corn
tossel, uneasily. -,,
"Well," answered her husband, as he
proceeded to fill his pipe, "I won't say
fur certain. If the ice Is as strong as
he thinks It is, he's gone skatln', an' if
It ain't, he's gone swlmuiin'." Boston
Transcript.
H's I ver
Mr. Cripps Can you induce the cook
to have one of her frleuds come and
take dinner with her to-night?
Mrs. Cripps The idea! What for?
Mr. Cripps I expect to bring Jones
and Smith home .with me. and I'd like
to have a nice dinner for them. Phila
delphia Record.
Well. Wen!
"Old Grouch went to the masquerade
the other night disguised as a bear!"
"Did any one recognize him?"
"Nobody but his wife." Indianapolis
Press.
room by'nope dx
"Have you done anything to boom
your town?" . :
"Wal, I reckon! Held tew indigna
tion meetin's tew pertest agUn the
smoke nuisance!" Detroit Journal.
He Got Back.
Wife (angrily)-Seems to me that we
have been married so long that I can't
even remember when or where we first
met.
Husband (quietly) I can. It was at
a dinner party and there were thirtee
at the table. -
. Green Potatoes. ..
Nearly every farmer's wife and
other good housekeepers know , that
when a potato has turned green by ex
posure to the sun and wind it is neither
pleasant nor wholesome for food, and,
in fact, it is very poisonous. Fortu
nately the taste Is such that no one Is
likely to eat enough to get a fatal dose.
This is due to the presence of solanln,
an active vegetable poison, which pro
bably exists In all potatoes, but more
abundant in the white sorts than the
red. It is claimed. In some German ex
periments, it was found laat old pota
toes contain more solanln than those
freshly dug, perhaps three times
as much, and if they have
sprouted " five ' times as much
and with very much more in the
sprouts. Ht peeled before boiling the
water extracts much of the poisonous
solanln, but this is not tbe case if boil
ed with the skin. Potatoes when
spouted should not be given to animals
it is stated, as the boiling does not re
move the poison. If fed with them ani
mals become lame in the knees or
other joints and sometimes they die.
Three Lives Already Sacrificed and the
War Between Two Families Has
Only Just Begun.
There has broken .out in Corbln, Ky.,
a real old-fashioned feud. One with love
as a beginning, and hate, murder and
death as an ending. In the very begin
ning of it the first battle two men
and a woman have been killed, one
house has been blown up with dyna
mite, another riddled with bullets, and
several people are in jail charged with
murder. It is a feud which has every
prospect of long life and Is marked with
all the wild passions and semi-savagery
which have so long characterized .the
mountaineers of Kentucky.
The story of the love of Rolla White
for Jane Shot well would read much as
other love affairs where the father of
the girl objected, were It not for the
fact of the peculiar temperament of the
mountain people, and their custom,
from time immemorial, of taking the
law into their own hands and them
selves demanding and taking "an eye
for an eye and a tooth for a tooth."
Six years ago the Whites moved to
Corbln from their Virginia home. There
were the three sons, two daughters, and
iims aim uiviuer, me Doys BUI, Koach
and Kolla established a restaurant and
store In one fart of the town and a
hotel in the other. They lived as peace
ful citizens until the present tragedy.
The Shotwells have been residents of
Corbin for about the same length of
time. Their family home is at Rock
hold, about ten miles away. The father,
James Shotwell, set up a flour and saw
mill on his arrival In Corbin, John
Shotwell and the other boys aided
their father in the milling busl
ness. The Shotwells did not lead
the same quiet life as the Whites,
and were frequently in shooting
affairs. In October. 1897, the Shot
well boys figured in a street fight in
which Police Judge Moffett was killed
and W. S, Holland badly wounded.
Holland was the man -who had quar
reled with the Shotwell boys, and they
ran him into a building and riddled him
with bullets. Judge Moffett was killed
by a shot from within the house. Last
February they figured in another riot
in which Deputy Marshal Henry Hart
ford was killed. ' . .
Rol a Meets Jane.
About three years ago It was noticed
that Rolla White had begun to "spark"
Jane Shotwell, the pretty brunette
daughter of Jim ShotweIlv Time went
by and other boys did not cease to call,
but .Jane seemed to prefer sitting out
on the little porch with Rolla, resting
easily against the railing and talking
with him, to receiving the attention of
other suitors who were more to her
father's liking. The father banished
Rolla from the bouse, and often the girl
would slip out from the house, meet the
boy 'in the "big road," just where the
turn cut off the view from the house,
and stroll away over the hills, planning
BEST IN ALL THE UNIVERSE.
American Spectacle Are Worn in Alt
Parts of the Wor d.
"Up to fifteen years ago," said an
optician, "tour-fifths of all the finer
spectacles used were made in France.
In the past six or eight years French
spectacles have been largely supplant
ed by American glasses, which are
now sold even In France.
"American spectacles are now easily
the best in the world, and their superi
ority is due to the same characteristics
that mark so many American manu
factured productions namely, adapta
bility to their use, good workmanship,
uniformity and interchanges bill ty of
parts. There have been made in this
country great Improvements in the
special machinery with which the
spectacles are made, so that the parts
are produced with precision.
"You will see an Increasing number
of signs saying that spectacles can be
mended while you wait This can be
done with these finely made American
spectacles. You break a bow, for In
stance, of your steel spectacles any
one out of a thousand bows of the
same style will fit In place of It
"American spectacles may not be
the cheapest produced in world, but
they are certainly the best, and a good
proportion of the population of the
world that uses glasses how looks
through spectacles of American manu
facture. "We pay much more attention to
our eyes in this country now than we
formerly did. There are many more
oculists here than there formerly
were, and many more skilled opti
cians. And of people who ought to
wear glasses. Including,, for instance,
children, ? a greater . proportion now
than ever before do wear them
"I dare say that a third of the spec
tacles now made in this country are
exported, and our exports . of . these
goods are all the time Increasing. We
sell spectacles In China,. In Australia
and' New Zealand, in South America
and south Africa, and some, as I said.
In France, and more or less of them in
Germany and other countries of con
with Rolla what they would do when
"father came to his senses." . But Jim
Shotwell was not to be deceived, and
one bright afternoon, some mysterious
shots were heard up at the bend In the
road, and rumor says that .44-callber
bullets burled themselves in the red
clay close to where Rolla White "stood
waiting for the coming of his sweet
heart. But the Spanish war came on and
Rolla W7hite volunteered. He was
made a sergeant, promoted for soldierly
conduct. He came home with his regi
ment, was mustered out and brought
to Corbln with him a wound received
in action, which caused the girl to add
compassion to the love which she al
ready bore him. He renewed his atten
tions under the same protest from Jim
ShotwelL
The other day the boy passed close
by the spot where Jim Shotwell was
sitting, his chair tilted back against the
wall of the drug store. A quarrel fol
lowed. How It began no one knows.
A passer-by heard the contemptuous
words, "You don't stand for nothln' in
this community, and you can stay
away. You understand?"
With flushed face and uncontrollable
anger expressed in the flashing of his
eyes, the boy flung back the answer,
"If you don't like me, you old scoun
drel, you had better come and get me
now and stop me for good." "
Jim Shotwell started to rise from his
chair, but only started. Like a flash,
Rolla White had drawn his weapon and
Shotwell fell, wounded In four places.
He was carried to his son John's resi
dence across the street, to die the next
morning. Rolla White took refuge In
his brother's store.
The shooting occurred at noon. . At 6
o'clock it was dark and the Shotwells
had gathered their clans. Old man Bill
Shotwell, brother of Jim Shotwell, and
his two sons. Dee and Parrish, the
McHargues and other friends, had col
lected. Then the riot began. Who par
ticipated in it the courts will have to
determine. The White store and res
taurant was blown up. Windows and
doors were wrecked and the men in
side dashed to the celling. Well know
ing what was attempted and ' what
would follow, the White .boys barri
caded themselves In their back room,
making a breastworks of flour sacks.
The debris caught fire and Sutton Far
ris rushed in attempting to put It out.
Then the first volley of shots was fired
and continued until eighty or a hundred-bullets
had. pierced the wall..
There was a respite for a few minutes,
and Loach White, stepping into the
main room for other sacks of flour to
add to the barricade, stumbled over the
body of Farris. .
Then the shots were heard half a
square away. It afterward developed
tinental Europe. Large numbers of
American spectacles are sold In Great
Britain. I guess you would find that
shipments of such goods from here to
England are made as often as weekly.
I imagine that there are now worn In
England and In Scotland more spec
tacles of American than any other
manufacture." New Y'ork Sun. '
Two Converts. .
No man, it Is said, is a hero to his
valet The association Is too Intimate.
But a man may be a hero to his re
porter. There is a story of two
brothers, shorthand reporters, work
ing on different newspapers, one' of the
brothers being a Republican and the
other a Democrat "which affords an
illustration of this truth, t
The Republican reporter was detail
ed, during the recent presidential cam
paign, to follow Mr Bryan wherever he
went and to take full notes of his
speeches, sending the same by ' wire
every 'night to the paper on which he
was employed.
To the Democrat reporter was given
a similar assignment except that he
was to accompany Governor . Roose
velt whose speeches he was to report
in full. : . .
After the campaign was over ' the
two brothers met at the paternal man
sion for the first time in many weeks,
and they looked rather sheepishly at
each other. ,
"Well, George," said one of the two,
"after campaigning with Bryan three
months I've come back a Democrat
I'm of your politics now."
"Not a bit of it!" returned the other.
"I've been campaigning with Roose
velt and -I've come back a- Republi
can!" Statistics of Suicide.
- In a paper printed In the American
Journal of Insanity, G. Styles presents
statistics regarding the occurrence of
suicides. Fortjf .- years ago It was
shown that only 4 out of 10,000 per
sons rated as paupers died by , their
own bands, while ; 7 coachmen or
other servants, 5 bankers or other pro
fessional men, nearly 8 soldiers, 7
that the White home had been ' fired
Into. Mrs! Bet tie White, the aged in
valid mother of the White boys, rose
from her bed. and calling her daugh
ters to her side knelt ' with them In
prayer.' She thinks she was spared on
account 6f her petition to the Heaven
ly Father. But the wait at the White
store was not long. , Again -the bullets
whistled through the building, and
the volley was repeated time and time
again. "Let's fire ino that door and
see If they will answer," a voice was
heard. The Whites crouched lower,
but for some reason the volley did not
come. They would have been killed
had the suggestion been acted upon.
Sheriff Sutton arrived at midnight
from the county seat at Williamsburg
with a force of deputies, and spent the
night in the store with the White boys.
From the time of the explosion no one
inside dared strike a light, and In utter
darkness the night was spent.
Morning dawned, and outside the
store was found the body of Susan
Cox. The woman had tried to climb a
side fence In order to reach Rolla
White and warn him. Two bullets had
stopped her. They plowed their way
through her brain and she fell, face
down, to the ground. Two dayB she lay
unburied. She was a woman of bad
character, had left no friends and no
money and the town was bankrupt. A
private subscription finally was taken
up and the body burled in the com
mons in a plain wooden box.
' The Cry for Ven seance.
Rolla White and the Shotwell bovs
are In jail at Williamsburg, and noth
ing further Is expected to happen until
their release. While Sheriff Sutton was
conveying Rolla White to the Will
iamsburg jail fifteen of the Shotwells
boarded the train, armed with shot
guns and rifles, and entered the bag
gage car. Where the Sheriff ho hio
prisoner. The train was then just lea v-
mg tjormn. "jomo and ran for .
life," said the Sheriff to White, and
himself faced the intruders.
day the militia arrived with a Catling
gun squad and the Shotwells were
lttSlVl Itrlllfl.
John Shotwell. since '' Ills fothQT.'
death the leader of his faction, is about ;
30 years old.. has a robust stui-dv Bir-
ure, cola uiue eyes and a light mus
tache. Determination is written in
every line of his countenance, "and he
has said to close friends that be will
not rest until he has avenged his fath
er's death. He says they may put him
in loll: A ..e . .-... i
i jou anu iciubc ui uj -iiuuu or Keep
White behind prison walls, but they
cannot keep him from accomplishing
his revenge. ., He is-something nf
silent man and expresses' himself In a
few words. His brothers rely on him
implicitly, and will support him in any
action he may plan to carry out , ... ,
tailors. : shoemakers . or hnk-ora nn.i
only 1 3-10 carpenters, butchers and.
masons out of .10,000 were suicides.
Sweden had the lowest average of all
the countries considered, .namely, t
suicide to 92,000 persons; Russia had
1 to 83.000; the United-States I to 15,
000; Saxony. 1 to 8.446. In St. Peters
burg and In London the proportion
was 1 to 21.000. If we take the statis
tics of the fifty years just passed for
France the . following results: For
every 100,000 Inhabitants of France
there were in 1841-45. nine suicides;. In
1846-50, ten r in 1861-70.- thirteen; In
1871-75, fifteen; in 1876-80, seventeen; lnv
1889 alone, twenty-one: In 1893,
twenty-two;, in 1894. twenty-six. Dur
ing the years 1826-1890 the percentage
of suicides increased in Rele-lnm 7-
per cent.; In Prussia, 411 per cent; la
Austria,; 238 per cent; In Franch, 318
per cent; in Saxony, 212 per : cent:
in Sweden, 72 per cent; in Denmark,
So per cent . .
In One "Word. '. - 3
man always to enter into an elaborate
explanation of his feelings in order to
make them clear. ,
"What's the name of the. fellow who
wrote the tune of that coon song we've
just been favored with?" asked one
man of another at a meeting of . the
Amateur Composers' Club. '
"Jones," returned the other man,
"James Jones, I believe. Frank Wal
ley wrote the words." .
' "Ah, I was about to ask the name of
Jones' accomplice," was the rejoinder.
: Costly Hailstorms in France. ;'
The annual loss to France caused by
the ravages of hailstorms Is said to
amount to about. 83,000.000 francs.
From 1873 to 1895 the figures" varied -from
40,000,000 to 134,000,000 franca., , ,
Italians as Cotton Pickers. '
In the south the Italians are found
to be good cotton pickers. -They- are
ouick and have nimhla flncnm '
Stimulants seldom hurt a man IX h
leaves tbem alone.. .