GAPE MAY HERALD.

AM INOCPCMOBIIT WEEKLY.

PaMLsneU Every Saturday Morning at 506 Washington Street. Cape May, N. J.

M. L SCULL, - PitUdir mi PraprlH»f. SUBSCRIPTION: One Dollar Par Year In Advance.

Entered at the post office at Cape Mar, f>- J-. as secoBd-class matter, March

Anrona olives are said to be better than the Imported ones. Evidently nobody has found out. as yet. boa- to adulterate them.

The decline of British agriculture a» eompanled the rise of the American farmer as purveyor to the world. The extinction of the red man is a myth, for the state of New York still contains a population of 5S57 classed as Indians.

New England still holds the record for density of population in the United States. Rhode Island has 407 inhabitants to the square mile, Massachusetts 349. New Jersey comes third with 250 and Connecticut fourth with 187. There are only four other states—New York, Pennsylvania, Maryland and Ohio— which have more than 100 inhabitants to the square mile.

CUAPTKK XVI. I hail very long and loving epistles from Rsyvenhani after his return to Oxford, but they disquieted me rather, for be said that ]<ady Lascelle* lien *

taken a horn

and that her _ .

staying with her. 1 know, so Enuju l.yiidon did not wish

tho thought troubh t it aside nnd »e1

One day-

had been d< of tho "

elans, m

iso there for three months, niece. Ennyn Lyndon, was

>mcbow, that me well, and However, 1

shako off lad seiaed

dreary and damp day—l to the village to are one

children from my Sunday school , Juid. loitering on my way home. I was overtaken by the swift winter twilight. Not wishing mother to think I was lost, instead of following the rirenitous drive, I struck off, as soon ns 1 had entered the park gate*, into the thick shrubbery. It was dim nnd shadowy among

the trees.

“Olga,” spoke a sudden voice, and a man's figure swung down from the lower branch of a copper beech and stood at my

aide.

It was roy Uncle Remy. “Well,” he said. "I have waited and watched for an opportunity of speaking to you for n confoundedly long time, my

charming niece!”

I turned my eyes up to this sometim Idol of my childhood. He was decided!

changed for the t of gray were to blaek hair and i

if my child

;ed for the worse. Premature streaks

cn in bis i

•time ledly eaks

ibundant

mustache: nnd his worn face wore a perpetual sneer.

“I am vsry glad to see you. Uncle Homy," I said at once. “But why not come up to the house, instead of creeping round

like a fugitive?”

“I am infin

Tt*

infinitely obliged to you.’- 1 be said, i the threshold of a Care wo?

A ooa-going suction dredge has been specially constructed at Richmond. Vs., for use in the southwest psss of tho Mississippi river. The ersft Is able to steam at the rste of 10 knots

an hour. If It esn be operated in j ^. bnt ^

rough water, which no dredge yet in- | credit," I answered; “rather tl vented has been able to do. it may j . solve the problem of reaching the gold- J Itoo< i ™ a a dlfferenrfwting: Take c

bearing sands underlying the oce -

■ Capo Nome.

ank goodness, though 1 am dec ik. I'm not gone so low ns that yi That Is a feeling which does >

The cost of harvesting wheat Pacific coast has been the use of automobiles that a greater amount of the grain can be produced at the same actual expense than In the Argentine Republic, where labor costs only a fraction of a dollar a day. The largo automobile traction engines, now used in California, art/ of 50 horse power, and are provided with driving wheels 60 inches in diameter. They do the plowing, planting and harveatlug. in their proper seasons. One traction engine performs the triple work of plowing, harrowing and planting in one operation.

’“Whi

rightly, t log; and

hen last

ly, that we stood

nod you showed me t Come, what is your moth

ite me!"

let,” I said, “yon say

we stood ou a different footshowed me then nt> mercy, is your motive for dogging

my steps ns you have done of late?”

“Ah! Yon have known it?"

“I have felt it—ever since that night at

the Coliseum."

He laughed, a little bitterly, as he glancat his shabby dress. "I mast not be a in this neighborhood—I must be off again directly. I am staying at a smal) lilea from here, under an assumed I can't explain to yon all the circumstances, bnt yon mustn't mention hav-

ing seen me. that I only ■

great want '

I interrupted him. "Here is roy purse.” “there are about ten pounds in it.

if yoi

I said.

But, Uncle Remy. n ji

isc to apply

it is of no use tell grandpa pi

int large sui

r to me unless 1 may would wonder wbat

to do tbat ji

An Englishman of distinction making his first .visit in the United States brought it to a close in Washington, and called at the White House In company with an American friend. A public reception was in progress, and, falling into line, he paid his respects to the president first in that way, and subsequently met him fof a few moments in a private audience He laughingly explained to the president that being in America he wanted to do as the Americans did. As they walked away together, the American asked the Englishman what had impressed him most in our free government. "The accessibility of the chief magistrate, and the absence of all arms and force from his official residence," was

the Englishman's reply.

"Links with the past” has been a standard headline in the English newspapers ever since the new century began. The theme is on old one, but many of the examples cited have been moat interesting. It would seem impos- ! Bible, for example, if It were not proved — that Miss Courtenay, who signs her- J self an octogenarian, could hare talked with the boatman who took out Mr.' Alexander Pope for his constitutional . row at Richmond. From Paris an even more striking Instance Is reported. A gray-haired prisoner was brought be- ; tore the police Justice lor some trifling misdemeanor. “Have yon no relatives?" asked the judge. "No. My parents are long since dead, and my only brother also died a hundred and thirty years ago.” “A hundred and thirty years! No trifling with the court," cried the outraged justice. "But I’m not Joking, your honor." said the p Kroner. 'Just listen. Mr father married young, at 19, and within a year bad a child bom who died shortly after birth. After the death ot his first wife, he married again, at the age of 76. and I am the offspring of that marriage. 1 am now nearly 73 yean old. Reckon up, if yon please, and see if my only brother did not die 120 years ago." The justice could only admit this apparently Incredible link

with the past

eem to want that purse

may a* well take it; but 1 want y i a little service for me. You km

_ jewel ca»c you have of m ‘What makes you think I !

■»r I

ly mother'*?" bare a jewel asked, cauenjoyed my

, taken aback. He.

confusion.

“I happen to know that you possess it" be laughed. “Don’t be. alarmed! I don't ask for the biggest diamond it contains. I only want a piece of paper out ef it—a folded paper, addressed to my mother.'' •There is no such paper," I said, qoickty. “I have looked through all of tbc

itent*. and there are no p

‘Burnside didn't think to teach yon the secret of the spring." he said. “Now listen. When you go home lift out the Kiddie one of the three cnt-glass scent bottles with gold tops; undes this bottle velvet is movable, and, <A lifting it,

will tee a tiny

v spring. If yon p ' id .abow ye

igh to 1 The o You si

that the tray will lift, and show you a small partition, Juat large enough_to hold

r two papers folded flat.

aftor me thraugAi my life'. It was last. I’owerless to avert it, I wished could die.

CHAPTER XVII.

As soon os I was alone I del read the letter my Unde Remy

lined t rated i*

badly.

Crossing the room with difficulty, iwing still very weak. 1 procured the jewel case ami returned to my seat. It was with heart loudly beating and much excitement tbat I unlocked 11. and searched for the secret spring. It was admirably concealed. but at last 1 found it, pressed the little knob, nnd dowu dropped tho (also bottom of the tray, revealing one paper—a sheet.oLforeign notepai>er. rather thicket than ordinary, folded lengtiiwise in half, end closely written <in ull sides. I took

It up with eager liamls.

A letter in my Unde Remy's handwriting addressed to Mr*. Burnside, tlir date about two years back. Tills Is wbat

It said:

"My Adored Mother—A long time, you will say. has elapsed before I write- to reply to your cherished letter eongratnIntiug me on my marriage. 1 told you my wife was an angel. I am still of Jbat opinion, though I have now lived with bet long enough to find out there are angels of more than one description. “The other day madame and I wore in the coffee room af the Hotel St. Gudnie. when snooemy • relt my arm grasped by my dear wife with a force for which I saw no adequate motive. 'Come away.' she said to me; 'come away at once.' 1 escorted her. by a side door, to her own apartment. ‘My friend,’ said she, ‘I have seen a ghost—the phantom of a man I saw murdered before my very eyes!' She turned on me like a tigress. 'Had I known he lived,’ she screamed, ’I would hav# seen yon guillotined before I would hare married you!’ I thanked her for the delicate compliment she paid mo, and entreatrd her to explain herself more fully. 8ha was agitated, and had therefore lost her habitual caution. “For a long time she raved of crastiiug to his feet and dying there—she cursed herself, called herself traitresa. and various hard names; I was too polite to contradict her. It seems that this man, on whom she lavished so much affection, was a young English lord, against whose father her own father had a deadly quarrel. Now. my fair wife conceived a violent love at first sight for this yonng Englishman. and her father swore that she should never sec him again unieas the

1 to his

plans; but, if she proved should marry this Idol of

tractable, she should marry

her heart. The two young people were thrown together. He fell in lore with her. Can I blame him? I did the name myself. What the father required was merely that his daughter should go to England to visit at the honse of her future father-in-law, and, on an appointed night, should open the doors to himself, the young lover being previously got out of tbc way. All went well until—fortunately—Just as murder number one was successfully committed, the young lover returns inopportunely aud forces tbo imp* of madnmc to go In for murder number two. which she had not bargained for. Her despair, to judge by her own accounts. must bare been truly tragic- I think she would have turned informer against papa had not circumstance^ looked so bad for herself. This procured her silence. But now sbe has seen, or thinks she has seen, this lover of hers alive; and she treats me. in consequence, with even

leas consideration than before. Sni mother, is the woman I have girt

‘ - lent "

my the

However, there

one way in which I can lie

In an Imprudent

imprudent moment sbe has

ter of facts which

unutterable P

one or two paper*

I want is the only ope there. I'm not asking much of you.”

I took an instant for reflection. Had not Mr. Burnside told me to be exceedingly careful of tbat Jewel case and oil

in it? * -

“Unde Remy." I said, “I shall reserve the right to withhold that paper from you. if. on reading it. I find it is something

n. If, on i

you ought not to

“Oh, but you must promise not to read “Then 1 must decline. I cannot prom'Listen, Olga. There is absolutely nothing of any importance to anyone but me! I swear it to you. My mother said.I was

to have it!”

“Unde Remy." I replied, sorrowfully. T cannot do this for you, at, least not without Mr. Burnside’s permission.” Victor!" he cried, passionately—“al-

1 him oi

undergoing a

ndpapu's

opened the * '

further? What earthly good can you do by simply Informing Egcrton that three' years ugo his Madaleuu married your, undo? She may have married a down men for all he knows! Will It help him in the least? No! And if yon tell him— why, I «dl your grandfather, whereas. If yon here swear to me an oath to give iin- that paper, aud not to divulge Its contents, I .keep silence as regards yonr affair*. Come! That is a last offer!" I was trembling from bead to foot with pride and passion. 'Threats and promises are alike useless," I retorted. "I could not take your oath, even if 1 would, for I hare already written a detailed account of your confession to lord Egerton, who is probably by ibis time on his way ]>osl-ha*tL- to England!'’ Hud I keen less carried away by* my reckless passion, I must have noticed the murderous look in his eye*. His hand went fumbling up under bis coat at the left side, mid as 1 flung my final defiance he uttered a low, but intense curse, half choked by fury, and, springing on mo, seised me by the waist with his right arm., while a glittering dagger flashed before "Very well—at peril of yonr life yon have witnessed against me," ho said; "you shall at least not be abroad to work farther mischief. Move—and I will give you the death you designed for Victor!" . He uttered a lore, whistle—Instantly a light tread came boblnd'me—rwis-MYniT folded and gagged before I had time to cry out. My arras were secured, my cloak wrapped over me, and then one of my assailants—1 could not tell which—caught me up and ran—I knew not whither. (TO BC OOXTIXCBD.) DETECTIVE DEDUCTION.

• any took

ways Victor! Who cares for f his actions? Some years ago yon different view of that gentleman—

•'Yea; no one can tril how the light of a more mature age has altered my impressions, and shaken my faith in those I ones

believed in," said I.

•Would to heaven yon had done yonr isineas once and for all!” he cried. "Why

never do a thing thorill you. or will yon not, >er. unread, here, nuder time to-morrow? Take

rering.”

ran these wi

onghly? Olga, bring roe that p this tree, *t thi yonr time in an

"No,” I said: "I win not. I gave .

promise—I will not break it.’’

"Very good. I am pained to have to threaten. Bnt if yon do not. I shall walk straight np to the honse, and lay before Mr. Care we the story of your attempt, at the adranced age of ten. to stab Victor

Burnside!"

I-cried oct in my sadden astonishment

and horror.

“I must go,” I whispered, panting like

one running In an awful dream, when

the feet are tied to the ground. Oh, what should I do?—what should I

do? The curse had come upon me—<h«. black shade* which had been stalking

venged.

made me masti

hang her; it is with unutterable pleat that l commit them to writing and hand them over to your keeping. From motive* of cantion I hare suppressed the names in this tragedy, bnt 1 know them ail. 1 pray you to keep this paper in a safe place, and out of -the reach of my esteemed I brother, Victor. One day I may ask you for It. For tbc present, adieu. I “I rest ever yonr devoted son. "REMY ACUILLE DAMIEN." I I stared at tbc | j the word*'danced

Was it true? Or

! n*> I had experienced before I was-takrn [ ill? I held in my hand what would bo of ! the very greatest possible use to Paul— i held facts which he would give ba|f his j fortune to possess! Surrender this docuI meut to Remy? Never! Not if it cost

I me my life's happiness!

| “Never,'' I **H. as 1 refolded the paper ; and restored it to its secret nook: “you i are given iqto Paul's own hands as soon ! a* ever I sec him; and I will write crM

! tell him to be quick home.”

Four days after this I was well enough

to be downstairs, and was great deal of petting at | hands. That afternoon I o|

j dow and ran

I bor. Here I nan scarcely seared mysei: I when a heavy hand was laid on my arm, and, starting as if 1 bad been shot. I met Remy's fierce, dark eyes peering into

mine.

“Not so fast, my beauty.” said be. "Why avoid the interview I hare been longing for all this time?” “Let me go," I said defiantly: “if you dare to hold me 1 - wjjl scream loudly enough to bring out tba whole boose-

bold.”

“No one can hear you scream here," be replied, quietly: “we shall be quite undisturbed. believe me. Now tell me, why

this boater

“I will tell you the reason," I answered, with a contemptuous smile; “it is because I bare no wish to converse with the husband of the woman who murdered Lord

Egerton’s father."

His eyes flashed lightnings at "Whr, vnnld have thmtrht vm

you are mistaken, wife more than a ; the ramest >de* " you not see tbat ll

'Who would hare thought you _

ed such untold depths of spite and malice?" he cried. *T suppose yon think that.

You separated- from ir ago. and hav* re she is! Now, can i folly to pursue this

Sherlock Uolmes, Jr., Again Shows What He Can l>o. "Aha!" exclaimed Sherlock Holmes. Jr. His companion started as one who Ir gecovering from a fit, and asked: "What is It?" "Did you notice the man who passed us Just now? There he Is looking at the pictures to the window of that news store." "Wbat about him?" ' He is the father of a little child. His wife has to take care of the baby, because they can't afford to keep a nurse girl, and cncc be ran a needle under his thumbnail." "Who is he?” ‘T haven't beard his name Until he passed ur a moment ago I was not aware that there waa such a person ns he in existence." “Now. Sherlock don’t try to make me believe that you are not gifted with a myrteiloiu power of some kind that enables you to fathom things which are forever bidden from the knowledge of other people. I believe you are the seventh son of a seventh son or something of that kind. I almost feci creepy when I am in your company.” “My dear fellow.” the great amateur detective answered, “yon are foolish to permit yourself to entertain such absurd notions concerning me. I am not supernatural, honestly I'm not. I was born near Scrubgrass. Pa., of poor parents. who were too Ignorant to understand tbat it was foolish to work when there art- so many people waiting to be worked. No, it is simply my wonderful power of deduction that enables me to make these discoveries. Just one little thing about this man tells me what I have disclosed to you concerning him. He can't afford to hire a nurse girl, and he is the father of a little child. How do I know this? If he didn't have to count the pennies he would have his clothes kept In good condition by some tailor.” “Very well, but how do you know he has a young child and that his wife takes care of it?” "One of his suspenders Is fastened to his trousers with a safetypin. You see It is plain enough. Ifhis wife didn't have to take care of tho baby she would sew a button on for him. and without a baby in the house there would be no loorc safety pins for him to get hold of. The fact that to once ran a needle under his thumbnail keeps him from sewing the button on himself." A pretty young woman who wore one of these thin shirt waists, which have a tendency to sag passed then, and Mr. Holmes hurried after her to make further deductions.—Chicago Record-Herald.

ONE-ADJECTIVK women.

“Have you ever noticed how limited is the vocabulary of the average woman?" remarked tho newspaper woman to the school teacher. 'Just listen to the conversation of any group of women. and you will be oueprfsed to find bow many of them can be classed under the head of 'one-adjectlvc women.’ To one girl I know everything is '•cute';' to others 'sweet.’ 'awful,' 'dreadful' or 'lovely' expresses about everything they care to say. I heard a wom-

AMKRICAN CRIME BELT.

EXTENDS FROM THE BRITISH LINE TO MEXICO,

The Rocky Mountains senl out their npurs across the country, making

oua grassy basil

can comp fo finding wild

yesterday pronounce the tomato soup, at dinner, 'just grand': almost In tho tame breath she said the soiling was 'grand.' and during the course of the succeeding conversation she" informed us that one daughter, at Cape May. was having a 'grand' time; a dear friend had been very ill, but was recovering, thanks to the 'grand' doctor sbe had. and when we went out on the piasxa, and began talking about

your favorite composer? - she replied enthusiastically. ‘Sousa! I think he is

music, and some one asked. ‘Who is

—j— —Meflr

diy. -l

perfectly "grand"!’ No words in the English language are abused like those. They mean mtich when used properly, but become meaningless when turned away from their correct significance. When I began to write I made a list of these overworked adjectives. which I had pinned up on my deiak. What are they? Great, awful, cute, lovely, dreadful, fine, sweet, perfect, nice, glorious, charming, horrid, terrible. These are not all, by any means, but they make a representative list.” "Yon have given me a fine—I mean a useful—idea,” said the teacher.

Amt It* Crop Nrirr tall* — A Wr«i<-in MirrlfT* Inscription — Ttio Holt Hans Thronslt ttm Contra of llio Country, Whnra I tin KsM and Hip IVnat Mact. The Cheyenne (Wyoming) eorresepondent of :he New York Commerc ial Advertiser writes: "We've heard a good deal of late about the corn belt, the arid .bell and the mineral belt." said a western sheriff recently. "But it seems to me that some attention should be |ia!d to what 1 etUI the crlra<belt. It is as dearly marked from the British line to Mexico as any old belt and produces a crop which Is never falling and always commands wide public attention at harvest time. If you will lake a map of the United States nn l draw your finger from the northern line of Montana at about the centre down acroas western Wyoming through New Mexico and Arizona, and then to the Rio Grande, you will follow roughly the territory I include in my crime belt. If you want to. you can go on nouth of the Rio Grande through Chihuahua and the other Mexican states clear down to Oxaca and you will not get far away from it. but 1 don't know bo much about that country as I do aliout our own territory. "I would even commence this crime belt up in the British country somewhere around Calgary or McLeod, for those places have been in the past, and are yet to a certain extent, the rendezvous for some of the most expert horse thieves the world has ever seen. South of there is the Piegan country. Those Indians have been known as the most wonderful honse stealers among the red men. and nearly all of them are experts. 1 remember one time two tpnderfeet started out to drive through their country In n buggy. They were warned that the Plcgans would steal their horses, so they bought some chains, and at night they slept under the buggy and padlocked the horses to the hind wheels. In tbe morning when they woke up the horses were gone. Tbe Indians had taken off both hind wheels and taken them also, leaving the axle propped np on sticks, and during the entire operation had not awakened either of the travelers. Coming down south of the British line, you cross the Missouri valley, the Judith river, the Mussell Shell, the Yellowstone, and finally the Crow reservation. on the southern boundai i In a he old spirit such as made it dangerous ten years ago for white men to cross the country unieas they were prepared to stand guard at night and put up a fight U necessary. The Mussell Shell valley was tho scene of Granville Stuart's famous raid, when he and his band' of cowboys are said to have shot, hanged or otherwise disposed of nearly sixty men who lived in the infected districts. It is many years since the Yellowstone valley has shown any spirit of outlawry, yet it is a favorite ground of this day for the capture of fugitives from Justice. They seem to go to that valley as orally as they did twenty years

travel difficult and providing

linn where the i

almost unlimited time.

refuge**

ago. abldl

iding people. “When you get

you must skirt the eastern slope the mountains In the western half of the state to find the famous Jackson's Hole and other places which have been the retreat for many years of horse thieves and' murderers when pursued by posses. Crossing the Red Desert into Wyoming we find here a convenient wilderness for those desiring to escape observation. In Brown’s Park. Col., and all along the eastern mountains of Utah tragedies have been of frequent occurrence. In the unsettled portions of New Mexico and Arizona the skin of the highwayman Is of darker color, for many of them are Mexicans. Lown on the Rio Grande these people actually assume the character of banditti, and in old Mexico, across the border, wo find the fellow with the black eyes and black beard, tall peaked hat. red blanket and the knife. These fellows guide the strangers seeking ranches or mines and murder them for the

has changed, however, wonderfully in the last twenty' years. There are very few of the 'bad men' left. The desperado of today is a common thief or murderer. In the old days he lived his life more as a Dick Turpin. He had some cense of honor and selecte l his victims for reason of their ability

to yield rich return. He did not go into hiding between his exploits, but lived openly in the frontier settle-

: for their subsist-

ence and gras* for their horse* without their presence being suspected by those who are following their trail. 'There are more murders right In New York City every year than there ate in the same time In this rrlme belt ol mine, but when we have a murder out In this country, or a robbery. It Is kind of picturesque, and the newspapers make it great noise about it. Life Is really safer In the crime belt

than it "is in i

r part of the country. I have

and murderers, and it always seem* to me the route of the posse ts in this territory Ol which I > peak. That I* what has called my attention to this peculiar strip acroaa the continent north and south where theae fellows Even if their crimes are i-ommltted far away, in the end we generally find them -ioraewhere In the belt. I sii|e pone the explanation of this is simpleenough. in that it is the wildest an.! least settled part of the country, and that in time my crime belt will dlsap;.ear from the map. In the meantime, however. It Is the first place toward which I direct my search when I am called upon to find Rome fellow who has killed a "slow til;," as we call the range cattle in such eases, who has branded a calf that did not belong to him. who lias found some one else's horse at the end of his rope, who has murdered a rancher for his money, or who has (stopped the overland express and blown open the express safe.” BUGLE STOPS A STAMPEDE.

Trained Borsi

. In s Wild Hn.h to Ob«r

which savors of this is the robbery tialns on overland roads, and it is a curious fact that nearly all the train hold-ups, with the exception of those which take place in Missouri, you will find are in this crime belt of which I t-peak. The Northern Pacific, Un Pacific and Texas Pacific look ui this belt as dangerous territory, for these roads have suffered extensively therein. I suppose this crime belt is

and order have come west and from the east, and

kind of met in the ml Idle of this country, making a sort of eddy in the tides in which are caught the drifting and Irresponsible criminal*. The charm* ter of the country favors theii

-jvors their con-

When I go black to school I shall, cealment and makes Its it difficult to make a list of overworked adjective* . cx ®cute swift . justice. Randies are and have every girl copy it la her still far apart, and It is often several blank be od." Chicago News. | hundred miles from town to town.

A stampede of 800 cavalry horses through the streets of San Antonio the other day caused a panic, and sent the blood of frontiersmen jumping through their veins as it has not. jumped since the days when Texas was a republic. The mounts of the First Texas Cavalry broke away from a corral at Fort Sam Houston, on Government Hill, about three miles from the Alamo. Some of tbe horses bad been In service for years, but the majority of them were "cow ponies" that had never been drilled. Across the prairie ground they dashed, following a dun marc with flowing mane. Two cavalrymen attempted to round up the herd. On went the flying steeds across the parade and Into the drill ground they galloped, when suddenly \here came from the direction of the officers' house a bugle cal!. Chargcre which had often responded to this call insensibly slackened their speed. Again rang out a call. The dun mare and one-third of tbe stampeded horses continued their flight, while the other turcFtllrds turned squarely at right angles. The bugler repeated “columns right," and the two-thirds again turned at right angles, and galloped back in the direction from which they came. Once more the bugle rang out. The plunging mass took form and steadied its gait. Again the bugle sounded. The battalion broke the gallop, went Into a trot, and wheeled into the parade ground. The bugler sounded “Halt" and that part of tbe stampede was

over.

But the dun pony and her followers from the ranges continued their mad flight through the streets of San Antonio. Everything movable in the *>y of the horses was overturned and demolished. Pedestrians fled in every direction, while many carriage horses joined the horses of the plains. Over the bridge flew the wild steeds. One horse dashed its bead against & telegraph pole, and tbe dun mare lost n follower. Another’s forelegs went through a basement bole in the sidewalk. and the unfortunate horse was quickly trampled to death. A saloon was reached, and one of the cow ponies was fofleed through its doors by the pushing horses as they continued. A railroad train came rushing along. With a bound the dun mare cleared the track in front of the locomotive, but several of her companions were hurled to death in on endeavor to follow. The horses divided only to come together again when the train dashed by an.I resume their flight toward the prairies. Out into the mesqulte ami sage-brush the dun mare led them, and soon nothing was seen but a cloud

of dust.

The trail of the stampede was as plain a* the path of a cyclone. No lives were lost, but property damaged

was very bea

tavy. Squads of cavalryout and succeeded in rop-

men started

Ing all but SO. of the cow poniei Boston Transcript.

Pramldsat* of Ono Kan*.

The accession of Vice-President Roosevelt to the chief magistracy adds another to the list of presidents who had but one Christian name. Of the

25 presidents, but six. tbe younger Union Adams, the elder Harrison. Polk. Grant

pon Hayes and Arthur had two. Mr. Cleveland since the death of ex-president Harrison is the only- living ex-presi-dent. There have been but three other

but •

frontier. Instances where there was but one from the surviving. In 1886 when Madison d.ed, they have John Quincy Adams alone eurvived;

In 1874. when Fillmore died. Andrew Johnson, and in 1886. when Arthur died. Hayes. There have been bnt two occasions when there was none sur riving—during the term of John Adams, when Washington died, and during the second term of Grant in 1675. whsn Johnson died.—Louleviiu*

Courier-Journal.