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I g A*«? è- r I fi "W7 ♦ 9 Entered at tBe Panodiee in McMinnville, a- --.-Atej-r ,*»» matter. VOL. XXIV M’MINNVILLE* OREGON, FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 16, 1894 TH£ SLEEP BEWITCHED. The fair was over, the folk were flown. Bryan Bwec walked home alone. Over the fields be followed the path That winds away to the haunted rath. Over tlie fields his way he kept; There in the moated rath lie slept, I nder the lonely fairy tjiorn. Much a sleep a- he slept till ruornl <^san There he lay in a dreamy bed. Irowuy pillows beneath Lis head. It on nd and round on magical teet Flew the fairies to Dddiea sweet. 3 for Infants and Children HIRT Y j oara’ obs^rvatloii of Over him, under him, roundabout Gambolled aud galloped with song and shout. Frisked and frolicked and laughed for glee, Jigging and dancing merrily. irltL the patronage of illinn« of p^mnni, permit u«* to *pouk of It rvithoot ¡t l<* twijucKtlonably th*» beat v»-/uu.iv for the world he. ever known. give* them health. It 1« hnrmle««. Wrinkled witches, old wlzeued chap». Scarlet mantles and crimson caps, Silver buckles on tiny brogues, Such a laughter of iiltle i itgiies! J au ’« and Children I Children like it. It will save fhelc live«. It In it Mother* have Round end round while tlie pipers played. In and out. little mail and maid. Golden tresses and kirtlee green, Cloaii aud courtier aud kiug and queen. Hc.illy perrie* M a ithbig which i» ahnolnti !y «tf* nui p child'« medicine. I'p the middle aud down again. Here and there to witching strain. All night iorig, till the village cock Crowed at half past three o’clock. Cattarla <!®*tr<iy« Worm*. Cantoria allay* Fevsrl.hne«*. Cattarla prevent* vomiting Soar Card. One, two, three—and tlie spell was broke; Iirfan Bwee from his sleep awoke, Froui the crowu ot bis head to tlie sole of shoo. With the feet of the fairies black aud blue. Cattarla cure* Diarrhœa anil Wind Colio. Caatoria relieve* Teething Trouble*. Caatoria cutm ConsttpaUon and Flatuleno/. te_of j:arbonl© _a©i<l Caotoria neat rail/#»« the Now in his chimney hob lie Hits, Robbed, they »ay. of his five wits: Old and feeble aud sorry aud sore. And he hears the music forevermore. - Irish Monthly. pnjennnne^air. Caatoria doe a not OMtaiu morphine, opium, or other narcotic Caatoria aa.liulla»*« the foc>J{ i.giikt*« fli* •t»B»eii *a4 bowal.. giving he althy and uatnral wleep. A STERN CHASE. Caatorla 1» put up in rne~uize bottle» onlf. Tt ia not »old in bulk. Don’t allow any one to sell yoti an^thiui^ el** on the plea or promiae that it i* “ Jn.t a, Rood” and¿‘ will answer every pnrpokc.** Bae that y.,„ C-A-S-T-O-R-l-A. is on every wrapper. The fac-»imile Children Cry for Pitcher’s Castorla i nt tn nmi li.iti: E. J. Qualey & Co National Bank MASS. QUINCY. M<: Minn ville, Oregon. H GRANITE Paiil up Capital, $«50,000 TroniMicts u Genera I Banking B urìhchm . MONUMENTS Pff-aident, Uícft Pt rmtlrn t, Ctinkitr, A j .-I. 4’uthier AND ALL KINDS OF CEMETERY FURNISHINGS Board of Directors: 1.1 E LAUGHLIN, j w cowua, A J. APPKKSON. WM. CAMPBELL. J I. KOOEKH -k-ll .^ighl Fvhange and Telegraphic Trails^ All work fully guaranteed to give perfect satis fer on New York, San Franaist o and Portland faction. Rtfier.-i by ¡lermlssion to Wm. Me Chris Deposits received subject to check Interest paid man, Mrs. I F Bewiey, Mrs E. D Fellows. on Time Ik-posttH Loans uume.y on approved ' j»■•ciirity I’olleclinns inivlv on nil accessible pul ula. | Holls Old Jûz/elry Stand. 3d Street. IF YOU WANT FIRST-CLASS JOHN F. DERBY, FRUIT TREES Proprietor oi The McMinnville •R OTHER--- TILE FACTORY, Write us for Special Prt< ea Catalogue Mailed Free. Situated at the Southwest corner of the Fair dr. muda. Corvallis Nursery Co., Watthies Brothers, < «PEGON Mi MINNVILI.K. j. r rnutOH K. K Corvallis, Oregon. IIm3 AH slat* of tirst rluns Drain Tile kept i «instantly OB Land al lowest living pru ts. UHi'riSk PROPRIETORS Calbreath & Goucher. CITY MARKET 1T1YSIU1ANM ANI» SÜRGEONH. O ISIH>N MuMixsnt i * (OiHeo over Hraly’s bunk.) FRESH MEATS OF ALL KINDS. EL8IA WRIGHT, CHOICEST IN THE MARKET. Manufactures and Deal» in HARNESS ! South side Third st. between B and C. FROM SADDLES, BRIDLES, SPURS, Brushes anti rails them cheaper tlisn they cun l>v bought any where else in the Willutuetto Valley. Our ail home made rats of harness aiu pronounced uusurpassabl«» by those who buy thorn THE • • M c WINN VlbUE NORTHERN Track and Dray Co. PACIFIC COULTER & WRIGHT, Prop’s RÄILRORD liiNxlB .if all descriptions moved and careful handling guaranteed, t'oilections will be made monthly is T he L ine to T ake Hauling of all kinds done cheap. W J. CLARK, D.D.S Il is the Dining Car Route. Graduate University of Mich It runs through Vestibuled Ha." opened an oîflcc in Union Block, Room 6, Trains to • n t in prepared iodo all work in the dental line. CROWN AND BRIDGE WORK A SPECIALTY lATI*T MlTHOO OF P«INL*S* t»Tn*CTlO* CoMiuo«;? o?' P/.V/.VG C'.l/iS iui.i«rpas«d. /’( ¿L W.1.V DR.l H7.VG ROOM SLEEP KKN n f latest tip- ipmtnl. THE I OU91 ST SLEEPINC CARS LIVELY STABLE. CATES ELECANT DAY COACHES. & H^NRY, Props. A conuiinous line, connecting with all lines, af fording direct and uninterrupted service. Pull E Street, north of Third Everything New and man Sleeper tcm nations can la* "eeiired in ad First el*»- Conveyance of Commercial Travel vance through any agent of the road. ers a anecialty B.sir<’ and "tabling by the dav or mouth We soUcit a lair abate of the local pat THROUGH TICKETS to and from all points In tonage. America. I:,gland and Europe, at any ticket oftive of this road. CRANK ROECA, ßaslpoqable (jailor, Ou« Door West ut Cigar Store. In at the point hold.« np his hand, but what he said 1 didn’t mean to hear. Au the next time he spoke I was out of hearin. But it wasn’t long afore I heard the hoofs ot Joe’s geldin rattlin along behind ns, an the jingle of his bells, so I had to shake the mare up once again. I began to feel inter ested in this business somehow. Here was Furi ir.f rmation concernitib- rules, time oi trains. routes and other details furnished on ap Joe trying to bustle me out of the gel o’ my heart, an here was his fare tryin to plication to any agent, or rush mine out of his, which I hopes is clear enough for all you drivers to under A. D. stand. Assistai.! General Passenger Agent, Bein that time putty late, in course there wasn't no traffic to speak of, so we had a No. 121 First Street I PORTLAND, OR. Comer Washington. clear course. CHARLTON, MrMiSSVIllE OR i It was just about this time last year, an just about tbi» time o’ night, I was walk ing the mare along Broadway looking for a job—an, to tell the truth, looking weary au anxious for one, seein as how I’d been out since 10 o’clock an hadn’t eveu takeu my yard money. I was just passin Cham hers street wheu out of tlie shadow I sees two people who attracted my attention. They was scud din along arm in arm, as if Old Nick was after ’em, au their faces as they came into the gaslight was ghastly white. One, as far as I could see, for he wore a slouch hat, an his ulster collar was turned up, was agenlemau iu the late twenties or early thirties. The other was a gel of about 20, a wear in a traveliu cloak an a tweed hat au carryin a sort o’ handbag. I jest caught sight of bar face as she stood under the gaslight at the street corner, an al though, as everybody knows, 1 ain’t nhat is called a impressionable sort o’ cove, it gave me a real thump in the chest like. It was such a pretty face, an not ou’y a pret ty but a sweet face; the lines was so deli cate, an there was such a sad shadow over it, especially alxjut the eyes, an the chin Lud such a daisy of a dimple on it. Ah, it’s all werry well for you coves to say “Cheese it.” Human nature is Luman na ture, whether it’s a seltin Inside a kerride au four or outside a bloomiu shoful, an lovely woman is the one touch o’ nature as makes the ’ole world kin, as Shakespeare says, au you bet fie knew somethiuk. The male party he darts up au catches hold of the splashboard an says, “Cabby, can you catch the midnight train for Bos ton?" Says I: “I’ll have a shot at it, sir. There’s no kuowirr what my little mare can do on the piuch. Jump in.” The girl bops in like a bird, an the fellow arfter her, an as the doors swung toon them 1 whistles to the mare, au I flicks the whip that 1 talks to her with au strokes her, but never flogs her with, au she was off iu a Stuart trot. But just then I hears somebody behind Bhoutiu. "Hil stop that cab!” an I looks round and reius in a bit. Theu 1 says to tuy fare through the butterfly: “There’s a old gent a sigualin me to stop, sir. Friend ot yourn, 1 serpose?” But my fare he says, excited like: “Drive onl Drive« on! Don’t take auy uotice ot anybody till you get to the Grand Central. Well, thinks I, it’s no business o’mine. My iustructioiis is “G. C. by 12,” so I chir rups to the mare, an in a hinfinitesmal part of a second that old gent was, instead of 10 yards, 200 in the rear Then I begins to wonder what the little game is, for glaucin round I sees the old gent jump into another hausorn an shout, “Overtake that cab at all hazards!” The driver of that cab, strange enough, happened to be Joe Tibbits, an Joe Tibbits an me somehow happened to have took a dislike to each other, principally on ac count of our bavin took a likiu to the very same identical young woman as was just theu upper ousemaid in a 'ouse iu Lexiug- ton avenue. Now, Joe was a chap es put on enough side to have made a billiard ball do any- think, but while I didn’t carea fardin rush light about 'itn thinkin ’isself a lot smarter teller than me, when it came to chippin about ’osses, as he was very partial to, it kinder used to touch me on the raw, au when he said, as if my mare was another color au gender, she’d ’a’ done very well for the undertakin line I used to cop the needle to that extent that one day we got off our boxes In a quiet street to settle our chippin match with a scrappin one, which we should have done quiet an peaceable if as bow a long drawn copper, as was our mutual rival in the affections of the girl of both of our hearts, hadn't appeared on the scene an threatened to take our number as well as takin our kebs. So when I bears Joe ebyike to the old geuelman (but at me): "All right, sir. I can waltz round that ere relic of Old Bull’s Head,” I says: “Cau yer? Well, we’ll have a try,” an 1 gives a quiet tug at the offside rein, as told my little mare what was want ed of her. I never asked a question iu vain. She. flourished her bead as it she was goin to butt ut a brick wall: then she chucked out her fore feet, as if she was Paddyrisky a-plavin a grand planner, an you could hear the music on the stones as she tooled along over it, au the lampposts they whizzed past as close on each other as the bullets out of a ratlin. Then, what with thinking about the gel as was the bone of contention betwixt Joe an me, au what a funny thing love was, au haow it upset things in general an made evertthink a bit brisker, all of a sudden a’ idea flashed into my ’ead. I lifts the but terfly once again, an I says to my fare: “That ole gent’s took another cab, an he’s racin of us, sir.” “A fiver if you beat him,” says the fellow, an tbrustin his hand through be says, "There's something on account.” "Right you are, sir, ' says I. "But scuse me—is it elopement?” “You've hit it," he says, an the gel laughs sech a pretty musical laugh too. “That is this young lady's scoundrel of a guardian, who wants to keep her fortune au prevent her marry in me.” I says, “Go it, my beauty,” an just as she s »eeps round into Madison square the mare gives a bound forward, an a copper stand We seemed to just jump from Madison square corner to Thirty-fourth street, au there we was tearin along the street with on’y a hundred yards betwixt us. My fare leaned out an looked round; then he says to me, “For heaven's sake, drive faster, tLey’re gainin!” “Don’t you fear, sir,” says I. “I’ve got a bit in hand, an they cau race for nuts. Co-op, my lass.” Au once again, as I called on the mare, sha made a *7>urt. But for all that I knew that Joe’s horse, which was fresh after a couple o’ days’ rest, was gainin on me hand over band. “Got yer!” I hears Joe shout from behind me, au not far either. You’re done. That nag o’ yourn’s only fit for cat's meat.” At that very moment we turned into For ty-second street, an I put the mare at a gallop. “We’ve only one minute to catch the train,” shouts my fare. "Got your ticket?” says I. "Yes,” says he. "Then,” says I, “I’ll do it.” “We’re lost, we’re done for!” screams the young lady. For just then she caught sight of a red lamp in the street, which was up for re pairs. But I never slacked. That was the bit I had in hand, an I knew there was just room on the pavement inside the posts to steer my cab. It was a bit risky, an if copped I stood to get into trouble, but my heart was in this job, au besides I wasn’t goin to be bested by Joe Tlbbits. 1 saw the street, was clear, then----- “Go It, beauty!” I sorter screams to the mare, au still gallopiu she bumps on to the pavement and scoots along the few yards ot pathway alongside the excavation. "Ya-hlp! Who-oop!” I shouts, wavin my whip as I turns round to Joe. He was a good plucked un, I will say. He thought where I’d been he was bound to be able to go, an Le turned his horse onto the pavement. I set up a yell of laughter as I heard a splinteriu crash. Joe had cannoned one of the pillars supportin an awning, wheelin his horse sharp round au chuckin it off its legs. An a couple of peelers was rusbin up to take his number. I saw the white headed old gent jump out of the cab, gesticulatiu violeutlike, an just then I struck the station. My fares hops out. The gent pops a five Into my hand. “You’ve give me one," says I, “already ” “Oh, that was nothing." says he. I thought that was a queer expression from a toil, but I pockets the fiver. They rushed along the platform an just suc ceeded in gettiu on the train. I got down to chuck a cloth over the loins of the niare, who was in a muck sweat au splashed with lather. Just then, all puffin and blowin, that old gent trots into the statiou. “You vagabond!” he says, shakin his fist at me. “1 believe you’re an accomplice.” “I certainly sympathizes with the young people, sir,” says I. "I know it,” he shouted, “an, by Jove! I’ll have you locked up.” "Oh,” says I, "you can’t lock a chap up for sympalhizin with two young lovers as is elopin from a ’ard ’arted guardian.” “Young lovers be hanged!” shouts theold man, purple in the face. “The man’s a bur glar, an the womau’s his accomplice, au they’ve just stolen my wife’s diamonds.” You might have knocked me down with a feather. I didn’t know what to say. I was struck comical-llke, but just then up comes Joe an a copper with him, an Joe says: “No, siree, he ain’t no burglar’s accom plice, ole Phil Fly whip. Just now there’s a bone to pick al ween us, but right’s right, an Phil's mure a mug than a rogue.” Well, I 'ardly knew what to do, whether to land Joe on tha boko for callin me a mug or to thank hitu for testifyiu to my honesty. But he catches hold o’ my flipper an shakes it an says; “You’ve done me this time, Phil, au you did it on drivin, but I don’t miud that 'art so much us yuurcuttinme out with the gel who told me straight this werry evenin that I haven’t got a rabbitt's chance while you was in the field." My heart gave a bigger jump then than it did wheu the mare lugged the old show over the curb. "Joe,” I says, “you’re a good sort, an you tight as fair as you race. We can’t both have the gel, but if you’ve lost her for what you’ve told me, an the fair way you spoke up for me. barrin savin as i was a mug, you’ve gained a pal. An if there's a fine for you to pay in the mornin, or any dam age, I’ll do what 1 can to help you.” “Oh, that’s all right!” says Joe; “the gentletnau’s goin to square all that. He told me to follow, an he’d take the risk.” Just then his man came back from the telegraph office, where he’d been wiring all along the line. I touched my ’at an said I was sorry for the mistake I’d made. “Well,” says he, “from inquiries I’ve made it’s evident you’re a respectable and honest man; as for your intelligence”----- "Look here,” says I, firin up. "Man to man, w ho was I to take orders from, my fare or the man in the street? Suppose Joe, there, hadn’t taken yours?” "Perhaps you’re right,” says he after a minute. "Whether you’re a smart man or not, anyway you’re a smart driver.” "Did they arrest your tares?” inquired one of the audience when Phil had finished his story. “No,” said be. “It appears that they threw their ulsters out of the window au got out at separate stations an walked off under the noses of the police.”—Exchange. Thought It Over. “Silas,” said Mrs. Comfort as she looked up from her reading, “is it an awful thing for one man to call another a liar?” “Not from my standpoint.” “But here is a case where a man was killed for it.” “Then the killer will be hung, as he de serves to be.” "Were you ever called a liar?” “Lots of times.” “And what did you do?” "Took time to think it over. If I had lied, then being called a liar was no more than I could expect. If I didn’t lie, the man who called me liar thought I did and should be argued and reasoned with and made to apologize. While I was taking time to think it over the man generally left, and so there was no occasion to pur sue the subject any further.”—Detroit Free Press. Trappiug a Pair of Bandits. Two brothers, Cucchi by name, Corsi- cau villains of the deepest dye, found the neighborhood ot Ajaccio too hot to hold them and resolved to take refuge in Sar- tene They found a email boat upon the beach and desired the owner to put out to sea. “Impossible,” said the man, “the boat is too small for such a voyage and would certainly founder.” “Does you are bid,” said the Cucchi, covering him with their guns. Under these circumstances the boatman had no alternative, so he got in, and they pushed out to sea. But the waves were high, and by a little dexterous man agement he contrived to make his boat rock in such a fashion that the bandits became violently sick. “You see, I was right,” he coolly remarked, when bis pas sengers seemed sufficiently reduced. “You will certainly be drowned if you go on thus. You had much better let me put you ashore and go back for a stronger and better boat.” “So be it,” gasped the ban dits. “Oh, anything is better than this'” They were put on shore, and in due time the boatman returned with a larger boat, but at the bottom of it lay four gendarmes disguised as sailors, and the brothers Cuc chi were taken before they bad time to discover the trick —Contemporary Re view. t Highest of all in Leavening Power—Latest U S. Gov’t Report. A QUEER MOUNTAIN ON ITS TOP IS A ROCK FROM WHICH ELECTRICITY SPOUTS. A Surveyor’s Interesting Experience ou Roundtop, Which 1» 10,500 Feet High. A Dwelling Not Larger Thau au Average Sized Packing Case. W. B. Fairfield ot the geodetic survey ing party, under the direction of Professor Davidson, decided to go to the top of Al pine peak, or Roundtop, to make an obser vation that would help him and his col leagues to tell which Is California and which is Nevada. Roundtop has been climbed many a time, but never with com fort or entire safety. It is a rocky peak 10,500 feet high The steep surface is cov eted with disintegrated rock, commonly called shingle, that slides from under foot. Near the top a slide on the shingle would Le exceedingly perilous, for the descent is abrupt for 500 feet and precipitous for 700 more. Nearing the apex, Mr Fairfield and his companion were compelled to walk slowly and with great caution around and around the mountain, each time getting a little closer to the summit. They had not mere ly their own weight to carry, for instru ments and a little tent, and flour and ba con had to go with them—some of the ar ticles of use to science, others of use to sci entists. At the very top of the mountain Mr. Fairfield found he had barely room to turn around. The peak comes to such a sharp point that to stretch his tripod he had to build a base of rocks for one of the legs. Mr. Fairiield knew before be ascended where be would live while there; yet, though he knew where to look and had but. four feet of space to look through, he had difficulty in discovering the place. Then he found it and laughed at bis moun tain home. An Lad joined with nature in making this nest 10,496 feet up Roundtop. A heliotroperof the coast survey was there 14 years ago to flash signals clear across the Sacramento valley to an observer on a peak in the Coast range. He had deepened a little cave or recess in the mountainside, then with boards that had been carried up the steep ascent Lad built a front wall, a roof and a floor. The broken rock had so covered the roof that the little house could be detected from the summit of tlie moun tain, four feet above, only by close scru tiny. Before be had finished his work a great snowstorm came up, and the thermometer fell to 8 degrees below zero. There was nothing to do save to crawl Into the queer house aud wait for tho storm to cease. In the nipping cold and without light the best way of keeping warm and killing time was to sleep, but to do this was not so easy as might be supposed. The space for sleep ing in the beliotroper’s combination but and cave was not intended for two. On the inside this entire house was just 72 InchtA long. 34 inches high and 30 Inches wide. Mr Fairfield and bis assist ant had to lie down together very careful ly and begin to arrange themselves in the same position as two spoons in a box, the front of one man close aguiust the back of the other. Turning over at night was an event After proper notice to each other of the Intention each would rise on bi* el bows or hands, and then together they moved slowly around, finally lying again in exactly the same place In which they had sought rest while lying on the other side. They did not often turn. The cramp ed position they were compelled to lake made them stiff as if from rheumatism. During the night Mr. Fairfield beard strange sounds under the floor of the tiny bouse. “Porcupines,” said his companion, who was acquainted with the neighborhood tra- ditionsabout Roundtop. “Porcupineshave mads a nest under the floor.” The porcupine story soon proved to be a fiction of the country. From under the floor came rats—enormous rats 7 or 8 inches long and light brown in color—ac tive rats that ran about this little house in high and noisy carnival—ral3 that climbed up the walls and dropped to the floor with delighted squeaks at the noise they were making. These monstrous rats had a taste for disturbing the peace aud no taste for the food that pleases the rats of civilization. The flour aud the bacon, the crackers aud even the cheese remained iu the house untouched by them, though no attempt w as made by Mr. Fairfield to hide bis pro visions. For three «lays Mr. Fairfield and bis companion did not leave the tiny hut ex cept for a few minutes. The snow was falling constantly. The top of the moun tain w as wrapped iu black clouds. Vision could not reach more than three or four feet through cloud and suow. Daring the storm the observer bad the most extraordinary of all his strange expe riences on that mountain. He was lying in the hut listening to the storm aud wishing for bright weather, when his assistant, who had gone to the porthole to watch the suow aud the clouds, called him. Mr Fairfield was in no haste to leave his blankets to look at falling snow, but bis companion urged him to come and to come quickly. He reluctantly unrolled hliuseif and went to the opening, lie was repaid. From the ground a short distance away came a hissing sound, as if tho cook of na ture were frying half the mountain. The hissing was continuous, but varied in in tensity. Mr. Fairfield cautiously ap proached the place whence the sound came. He found that the noise seemed centered In a little jut of rock uot bigger than a chair. He stepped upon the rock and instantly received an electric shock, not so severe as to hurt him, but sufficient to make every part of his body tiDgle. He stepped from the rock, and instantly the electricity left him Oue foot from the rock it could not be felt. His assistant then stepped upon the rock. The shock was too much for him. Evi dently he is much more sensitive to elec tricity than Mr. Fairfield, because it hurt him. He felt pains all over his body, and every hair stood straight from his bead. He stepeped quiclky from the rock and would not try the experiment, again. One experience with an electric storm had insulated him against the desire to re peat it. The formal record of Mr. Fairfield’s trip to Alpine peak is a simple line—latitude, so much; longitude, so much.—Sail Fran cisco Examiner. Color aud Hearing. Does color or lb* lack of it affect tha sense of hearing in either man or animals? lluffou. Le Clair and other naturalists be lieved that the auditory nerve in t he white, or Caucasian, race is not as highly dew-l oped—or at least not as sensitive—as it is in the savages, who ure usually dark skin ned people. The idea of this being due to colon was never hinted until some investi gator accidentally learned that the major ity of white cats, dogs, horses and other domestic animals are deaf or partially so I recently addressed a note to a well known Washington naturalist, the sum and sub stance of which was this: Do you know anything in regard to the popular super stition or belief that white animals, par ticularly cats, are deaf? The following is an abbreviation ot his reply: “White cats are reputed to be ‘hard of hearing.’ I have known many instances, in several of which the infirmity amount ed io total deafness. I doubt if an instance cotild be cited of a white cat possessing the function of bearing in anything like perfection.”—St. Loui- Republic. Stealing Time. When the visitor came into the office to talk with the busy man, he laid several bundles on the desk. After he had wasted a half hour or moieof the busy man’s pre cions time he got up to go. “Let me see,” he said, looking over his packages, “have 1 got everything that be longs to me?” “Ileally I don’t know,” replied tliebusy man, “but you’ve got a good deal that be longs to me.” And the visitor didn’t understand, it of course.—Detroit Free Press. DEATH BYTHE SWORD MILITARY EXECUTION BY FRENCH IN INDO-CHINA. NO. 7. SUBSCRIPTION PRICF •: 00 PER YEAR. One Dollar il paid In advance. single numbers live cents. THE A Retired Naval Olllcer Relate* the Gr«*w- fioiue Details of the Decapitation of Na tive Rebels—Wonderful Display of Nerve by Biuh Bee. A retired French naval officer who saw much service in Indo-China iu the many Wars of conquest carried on tLere by France is authority for this account of a military execution held at Travinh, on the east shore of the Cambodia river, some 20 years ago: At that time France needed all her available troops at home to resist the steady advance ot the German armies to ward Paris, and all the colonial garrisons were reduced to the lowest possible limit. Several ot the Indo-Chineso Hnnoxed prov inces took advantage of this condition and instituted a revolt under the leadership of the two sons of Fau Tan Giang, a man darin who had been captured anil killed l<y the French in 1802 aud bv the Biuh Bee, Biuh being the corresponding rank in the Anamite armies to that of brigadier general in Europe. The French naval commander, Salicetti, with as many sailors and marines as could be spared from the few gunboats on the India station, marched against the rebels, but the small band of while men was ambushed near the town of Mocay and slaughtered. Wheu a relief column came up a few days later, they found the town deserted and saw the heads of their comrades impaled on bamboos along the roadside. The bodies were never recover ed, but it was supposed that they were thrown into the Cambodia river. Wheu Admiral Dupre, then governor of French Indo-China. learned of this mas sacre, he decided that it would probably be easier to buy off the leaders of the re volt than to fight such savage foes. He therefore made an offer to Biuh Tan, the second in command to Biuh Bee, agreeing to pay him 1,000,000 francs, to recognize his rank as general and th make him a Knight of the Legion of Honor if he would betray into the power of the French Biuh Bee and the two sons of Fan Tan Giang aud suppress the reliellion iu the provinces. Biuli Tan accepted the offer and carried cut his end of the contract with the excep tion of the surrender of the two sous of the late mandarin, whom he allowed to es cape ou a junk to the city of Hue. After Ills capture, Biuh Beo was tried by court martial at Travinh and condemn ed to have his head cut off. The weapon used for decapitation in Indo-China is a curved yataghan, the razorlike blade of which Is wider and heavier at the end than at the handle. The condemned may stand upright or kneel upon a straw matting In the public square, but his neck must be entirely bared so as to offer a good mark for the executioner. He is also allowed to mark on his neck the exact spot where he desires to be struck with the yataghan. He makes this mark by moistening his forefinger with saliva, which Is colored by chewing the betel nut, which yields a bright red juice. There are no regularly appointed execu tioners, but it is considered an honor with the men of the native contingents of the army to be allowed to act as headsman. And as soon as thesa soldiers beard that Biuh Bee was to be executed they be gan practicing ou trees and stumps with their yataghans so as to be in good prac tice if the honor fell to their lot. It was finally decided that the doi, or captain, of the native guard should act as execu tioner. When Biuh Bee was brought to the pub lic square to be killed, he looked disdain fully at the headsman and then carelessly drew the red mark across the back of his Deck. He knelt and told the doi to strike hard aud hit the mark. But for some rea son the captain of the guard lost all his strength and courage at the last moment and struck so weak and false a blow that instead of chopping off the biuh’s hoad he merely made an ugly cut across his back and arm. With a heathen curse the condemned man jumped to his feet, and seizing the sword which had fallen to the ground he swung it aiound and lopped off the execu tioner’s head before any of the French sol diers, who were drawn up near by to wit ness the execution, could interfere. “Coward!” shouted Biuh Bee, “to un dertake a duty you are unable to perform! Die as you deserve and take what you were unable to give!” The condemned man was then turned over to the surgeons of the post, who fixed up his wound so that he would be well enough to be executed a week later. When it came time for the second attempt, a sol dier named Bep So, who had proved him self an artist with the yataghan, was as signed to the duty of chopping the briga Bright I ittle Girl—The robbers can’t dier general’s head off. The French ad steal my mamma’s diamond earrings, miral, however, gav< orders that if Biuh Bee would tell where the two sons of Fan ’cause papa's hidden them. Tan Giang could be found his life would X isitor—Where has he hidden them? Little Girl—Why, I heard him say ha ba spared and he would be sent an exile to had put them up the spout, and he expect Algiers. Biuh Bee refused to pay any at ed they would stay there!—Loudon Tit- tention to this offer, but bowed his head and marked his neck and.-~iid fiercely to Bits. nep bo, wno was waiting ror tue answer that the French lieuteua it expected Bee to make: “Why don't you strike? Are you afraid? Must I ebow you how to cut off a man’s head?” Bep So lifted his yataghan high in the air, there was a flash of steel, and tbeu the head of Biuli B«“e l-olled on the matting as his body fell forward heavily. Bep So picked up the bead and held it by the hair so that the soldiers and the i crowd of natives might plainly see how well iio had done his work. Then the three wives ot the dead chief came out and car ried off their husband’s reuiaius for buriat. Three months later Biuh Bee’stwo chief lieutenants were captured by the French troops, aided bv Biuh Tan's volunteer», and they, too, were subsequently condemn ed to death by a court matrial. Ou ac count of his proved skill Bep So again en joyed the honor of being appointed official Leadsman. This time the condemned men stood up right, back to buck, about six feet apart. 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