Buffalo Park Pioneer from Buffalo Park, Kansas • 3

HOUSEHOLD HINTS. publio papers that he would still be seen occasionally in the Green isle, as he intended to keep some racers at thf A HOEKIBLE STORY. A little Girl's Account of the Suffering: She Endured While Amcag the Gypsies. with the other three in her arms mads a break for the For permitting the hen to cry out, McVey bound the child hand and bucked and gagged her, then deliberately thrust his pocket-knife into the quivering flesh six times. This," said the child, placing her finger on the 6car on her face, "is one of tire gashes." Then, pushing back both sleeves, a number of scars were repealed that made the writer's blood fairly turn cold.

Wounds were then disclosed on the lower limbs that wero fully four inches long, and so many were they that the flesh had the appearance of being welted and seamed. Mrs. Powell says the body is in the same condition all over. 'See this knot on my elbow?" pointing to a swelling on the right arm; "this is where he hit me with 'a club and broke my arm. He had to get a Tuesday evening Mr.

Powell returned from Ohio with the child, and to-day there is not a happier person in this wide, wide world than Cora Doolittte. She will be put in school this fall, and everything possible done to erase from her mind the tortures and sufferings of the past five years. Since her escape she has seen McVey once, and that was when she was living at Alexander Brown's The family was going to a funeral, and McVey approached the wagon in which thy were at which Cora was made to lie down. He demanded of Mr. Brown to know where the child was, and threatened to whip him if he did not tell.

Here Cora brightened up, and exclaimed, "Yes, but he couldn't whip 'Alexander Brown." In regard to MeVey's real name, the girl thinks it is John Moberly. Among the gypsies he is known as "Three-Fingered Jack," from the fact that the first two fingers of his right hand are off. She describes him as being about five feet ten inches high (she judged this by a gentleman in the room), grav eves, sandy hair, CAPT. BOYCOTT. Tin Story ot Troubles with Tenants by One Who Knew Illm.

In a conversation with a reporter of The Louisville Courier-Journal an Irishman said: "Boycott? Ah yes, I knew Mr. Boycott, from whom the word had its birth nine or ten years ago. It has been ingrafted on many a language, in many a land. In many countries it has been crystalized on the face of the statutes. "Capt.

Boycott, in respect to whom the word originated, is now about 59 years of age. He is five feet nine inches in height, wrears a flowing iron-grey beard, has long, aristocratic features, and tho carriage and bearing of a retired British army officer. He is browned and hardened by weather exposure, exercise, and by field sports, and looks what he is 'every inch an English country "Some twenty-live years ago, Mr. W. H.

Boycott, who is a member of a good family in England, purchased an en- Currah of Kildare." A New Money Scheme. The proposition of the Knights of Labor, to congress, to have government loan offices established, where all the people can borrow money, is a good thing and should be adopted. They want national and private banks abolished, and the government loan offices, presided over by an official appointed by the president, do all the business now done by the banks, loauing money at a regular rate of interest This plan seems one that would fill a want long felt. As it is now, a man wlm goes to the bank to borrow money has to convince the banker that he is all right, has property, and will pay. If he has no property except his word, he has to get some one who has property to sign a note with him, and who has got to pay, if the borrower does not.

If a man has no real estate, and has personal property, he can raise money on it by giving a cut-throat chattel mortgage on the same, at a high rate of interest, with a chance that he will lose the property mortgaged, if ho does not watch out pretty close. The other method is to take something to a pawnbroker and raise money on it, and apenU the money and lose the ariic-le pawned. The new scheme will make the government the banker, the chattel mortgage shark and the pawnbroker, all combined. Then the millenium will have come, because it has got to be understood that all the people are to be given money when they ask for it, whether they have any collateral to put up or not, for if they have to give security, the government cannot be a more generous banker or pawnbroker than private individuals. Certainly the government does not want to lose, loaning money, and has got to have the same safeguard as tho private individuals.

It is hardly expected that the govern ment is going to give out money to a man who simply admits that he is honest, and will pay some day. The man may think he will, but when tho time conies he may find it impossible. In such case who would lose? It may be said the government should lose, and make it up by taxing the people, and divide the money pro rata? If the new scheme works, only the poor will be borrowers, and when the government loses, and the loss is made up by taxation, the poor who have nothing, of course, can't pay any tax, and so the rich will have to pay it. Then why not, instead of boating around tiie bush, by borrowing of the government, and failing to pay, and having it made up iy taxation, just assess those who have, money, on the start, and divide it up. Then you will get right down to Communism the first jump, instead of getting to it in a roundabout way It mav be said that the government can make the money, and loan it to the peo ple.

Yes, but that money has got to have some foundation of value. It must be based on gold or silver in pos session of the government, or the pow er of taxation. But condemn the hnan cial question, anyway. The Knights of Labor think they know what thev want, but the ablest men in the world have studied the question of finance until thev are gray, and bald, and blind and deaf, and they have not learned the ru diments yet. Jvobody can lend money successfully without getting a fair inter est and tlw principal back, and a gov ernmcnt can't, ccrtainlv.

The best way is to patronize the regular old-fash loncd bank, or pawnbroker, until vou make enough to run a bank or pawn shop yourself, and then you can sock it to somebody else. reck bun. A Struggle for Principle. A rainy day had housed us up in tne cabin of a Tenneseean, and about 9 o'clock in the morning a man who was addressed by our host as Uncle Billy came riding up through the steady pour on a mule. 1 he annual was placed in the stable and as the two men entered the house our host observed: "Well, Uncle Billy, how'll you trade ules?" "Oh, 'bout three dollars tew boot," was the answer.

Thev returned to the stables and talked until noon. Then wo had dinner, and thev 'talked until I o'clock The rain let up a bit then and we went out to see a cave, leaving them talking mule. returned at and thev were still at It. We had supper, ami the interrupted conversation was resumed and kept up until 9 o'clock. We went oil to bed with Uncle UUiv saying "Tell vo what I'll dew.

I ll trade fur three dollars tew boot." It thundered about midnight and I woke up and heard that mulu talk still going. At o'clock I got up. Uncle Bill was iust riding awav. "Well, how did vou como out?" I asked of our host. "Beat him down to two dollars and three bits," ho replied.

"So vou saved two shillings?" Exactly, though I wasn't working for that It was the principle of the thing which 1 looked at "VclroU rce Preas. The Ruling Tassion. Dr. Swan relates a very sad caso of tho ruling passion strong in death. Doctors, of course, see a vast variety of human nature, and especially its weak sides.

This is a touching story of a voting and fair girl leaving tho bright world whilo the dow of life was still laving on its morning glories. You can imagine tho sadness of the scene tho growing certainty of the end, the passing beauty of the'world, tho bright vision ol an tne nnppincss ana mo joy. tho heavy shadow hauging over nit "It is hopeless," said tho gentle doo- tor; $ou cannot live. "And must 1 die?" sho asked. You cannot live." Tell mc, doctor, ono thing before 1 ITA.

What is Dors the hair chango color aftot death No." Then I dlo hapnv: I'll look as well aa thoso Smith girls on the day of Judgment, anyway." 5an I'ranctict Varnish is death to the most offensively known house bug. A little saltpetre or carbonate of soda mixed with the water in which flowers are placed will keep them fresh for many days. Asparagus, boiled as usual and allowed to get cold, makes a good salad, served with mayonaise over it, instead of the usual drawn butter. Cold rain water and soap will often take out machine grease from fabrics when other means would not be advisable on account of colors running, etc. Strawberry Ice Cream Take a pint of fresh, ripe, good flavored strawberries, put them in a bowl and strew over them half a pound of pulverized sugar.

Then mash them well with a wooden spoon, rub the pulp through a fine hair sieve and mix the juice with a pint of thick cream and the juice of a medium si.ed lemon. Now put the whole into a freezer and freeze in the ordinary way. Shoulder of Lamb Roast Have ready a clear brisk lire, and put down the joint at a sufficient distance from it, that the fat may not burn. Keep constantly basting until done, and serve witli a little gravy made in the dripping-pan, and send mint sauce to tho table with it. I'eas, spinach, or cauliflower are the usual vegetables served with lamb, and also a fresh salad.

Time, rather more than one hour. Strawberry plates come in pretty china, with threo compartments. The smallest holds a spoonful of sugar, the second is for cream, and the largest holds the berries, with their caps on. Each berry is eaten from the stem, being first dipped in the cream and then in sugar. It saves the fruit from so much handling in stemming, and is considered the most elegant way.

When using the pretty square glass berry plates, a corner is kept for the sugar. Liver and Parsley Sauce for Poul try The liver of a fowl, one table- pomifnl of minced parsley, half a pint of melted butter. Wash and score io liver, boil it for a few minutes, and miiiee it very line; blanch or seaiua small bunch of parsly, of which there liould be sufficient when chopped to tilled a tablespoon: add this with the minced liver to half a pint of smoothly-made melted butter: let it iust boil; ten serve. Time, one miuule to sim mer. Persian Sherbet Take of sound, ripe strawberries, one pound, and bruise them in a bowl with a wooden spoon.

Then add a lemon, cut into slices, an I teaspoonful of orange-llower water. Now pour over the whole a quart of cold water, and allow the ingredients to stand for four hours; then strain the juice through a piece of muslin and add to it one poo loaf sugar, stirring it well me sugar is entirely dissolved. Then strain again into another bowl and place on the ice till wanted. Cayenne Cheeses Half a pound of butter, half a pound of flour, half a pound of grated cheese, one-sixth tea-spoonful of cayenne, one-third tea- spoonful of salt, and water. Rub tho butter in the Hour; add the grated cheese, cavenne and salt, and mix these ingredients well together.

Moisten with sufficient water to make the whole into a paste; roll out. and cut into lingers about four inches in length. Bate them in a moderate oven a very light color, and serve very hot. Time. liltcen to twenty minutes.

Canary Pudding The weight of three eggs in sugar and butter, tho weight of two eggs in tlour, the rind of one small lemon and three eggs. Melt the'butter to a liquid state, but do not illow it to oil; stir in this the sugar ind finch- minced lemon peel, and gradually dredge in the Hour, keeping the mixture well stirred; whisk the eggs, add these to the pudding; beat ill the ingredients until thoroughly 'leaded, and nut them into a buttered mold or basin, boil for two hours, and serve with sweet sauce. The common practice of having night lights in the bed rooms of children of well-to-do parents is deprecated by Dr. Robert H. Bakewell.

11 savs that it has a most injurious effect upon tho nervous system of voting children. "In stead of the perfect rest the optic nerves ought to have, and which na ture provides for by Iho darkness of tho night, tho nerves are perpetually stimulated, and of course the brain and the rest of the nervous system suffers. Children thus brought up arc excessive ly timid for years after, on going into tho dark." Rico Soup An ounco of rice, tho yolks of four eggs, half a pint of croaru, and rather more than two quarts of stock. Boil the rice in tho stock, and rub half of it through a tammy; put tho stock into a stew-pan, add all the rico, and simmer gently for live minutes. Beat five yolks of the eggs, mix them with the cream previously boiled and strain through hair sieve.

Take tho soup off the fire, add the eggs and cream, stirring frequently. Heat it gradually, stirring all the time, but do not let it boil or the eggs will curdle. Time, two hours. Slopping Cars. A physician, referring to the custom of traveling on sleeping cars with tho berths made up with their heads towards the engine, said: "It is certainly bad for tho brain of tho sloepur as it is not natural, and it is no wonder that so many travelers, especially thoso who have been on tho road exclusively, experience bad effects from it Take infants in baby carriages and no sane woman will tliink of trundling the ve-hiclo along so the child goes head first They always except tho young and inexperienced mother push them along feet first Physicians invariably advise audi locomotion.

It is the same thing on tho cars, and no ono should hcsltato about having his berth made up so aa totnovo along feet first It is much belter for the brain." St. Louti Qtobu Taken from an Infirmary and for Years Subjected to Terrible. Treatment. Fiye Her Escape. A little less than three months ago the citizens of the little town of Gettysburg, Darke county, were horrified by a story told them by a waif calling herself Cora Dobbins, writes a Shelby-ville correspondent of The Cincinnati Commercial Gazette.

The child's story was so horrible as to create the wildest indignation, and but for the fact that she would tell some her name was Cora Dobbins and others Cora Green, this letter would have been written in Ohio, with a detailed account of the manner in which the girl's tormentor was mobbed. An exceedingly pleasant drive of some seven miles, going east on the Michigan road from this place, brings you to the elegant, not to say palatial, farm residence of Mr. Leonard Powell. This gentleman's home is surrounded with all the wealth and luxury that a successful life brings to the industrious farmer. It is just such a home as all wish for, but few ever secure.

The beautiful dwelling, the elegant lawn, the walks, which are bordered with the sweetest flowers, the spacious outbuildings, the herds of line, sleek kine, with great fields of sweet-scented clover in full bloom, the fields of waving wheat, the songs of the birds make the scene one worthy of the artist's best endeavors. To this elegant home your correspondent, this morning, wended his way. and there heard one of the saddest, most shocking, and heartrending tales that ever fell from the lips of a mortal. In this beautiful home, taken there, through the act of pure philanthropy, is now Cora Doolittle, a child only 14 years old, who has suU'ered all the tortures ever inflicted on the bravest hero of the days of the inquisition. As she stood before me this morning it was hard to believe that her story could possibly be true, and were it not for the sears that cover her body, from her very toes to the crown of her head, any person would be justified in disbelieving her.

The child is bright in the ways of the world, but thoroughly ignorant as to books. She is not handsome, neither is she homely, her bright, sparkling gray eyes being so quick to see everything that she is rendered attractive. Her hair is blonde, complexion fair and ruddy, and her build is strong and elastic. In conversation she is adroit, and shows the cunning of the people she has lived with so long. Dressed in a neat, light lawn dress, with a pale blue ribbon at the throat, the child was neat, and were it not for a horrible scar across the left cheek and a bullet wound in the forehead she would be considered by some as handsome.

This child's mother was Susan Doolittle, a poor, un befriended woman, who found her way to the county asylum, four miles south of here, before the child was born. When the little unfortunate babe was ushered into the world, Mr. Hugh Dol-bins was then superintendent of the institution, and he christened the babe Cora, and as she grew up the inmates generally called her Cora Dobbins. It was this fact that made her give the name of Cora Dobbins at Gettysburg. Due evening in 1881, when Henry Spellman was acting as superintendent of the asylum, a man and woman walked up to the front door of the place, and, inquiring for Spellman, asked him if they had a little girl they could get to raise.

The stranger gave his real name, that of John Moberly, and claimed that the woman was his wife. Cora was brought down stairs, and, her mother now being dead, sho was turned over to Moberly and the woman. They walked but a short distance when they arrived at a place where they had left a covered wagon, and into this they put the child and made oil. Ironi that date to this the girl has been wander- ins over tho country with this man in bauds of gypsies, her travels including all of Indiana, Illinois and Ohio. The leader of the gypsies was "Sugar' Stanley, a brother of the gypsy queen who was buried at Dayton, a few years ago with such great pomp and eclat.

As soon as tho pair who had Cora in charge wero out of harm's way, then gave her to understand that the man should be called John McVcy and tho woman Mary O'Connel. In order to make her more fully appreciate this command, McVey took a small club and beat her over tho head and arms till she was covered with welts and her clothing soaked with blond. This mode of punishment was inflicted so often that the child's back is now so covered with ugly scars that it is impossible to lay tho hand down without covering one or more of them. At tho least pdovocation. and without any cause, Mc ey would beat her, and as tho child was forced to lx'g along the road tho more horrible they could make her appear the greater her success, so this torturo was often muictou lor this purpose alone.

On one occasion McVey kicked Cora in the side, tho blow being so heavy that three ribs wero broken and the flesh badly bruised. This devolopcd into a running sore, ami, as sue said. "It was so bis I could nut two lingers in and three or four pieces of bone came out." No attention was given her, and during all tho terrlblo suffering of this awful wound tho child was forced to beg and do camp work. While up in Grant county, this state. they wero in camp near a farm that was well stocked with chickens.

When night camo on McVcy ntado Cora go to the hen roost alono to supply them with fresh meat. Forced to obey, she started, and on arriving at the place captured four hens. As she started awar one of tho hens squalled so lust- lly that MoVev beard it, and the child, fuiif tarrorixtas uroppeu one nen ana doctor then, continued the victim. "but that was the only time he ever did anything to help me. Pointing then to the left elbow, she exhibited another knot that was made by a club, the blow dislocating the elbow, which was "pulled" back by McVey.

"Oh, that is nothing just look here!" continued the child, as exclamations of horror were made by the scribe. Parting her hair; a healed wound was disclosed that extended two inches across the head. Here Mr. Powell explained that when the child was recently examined by a physioian twenty-eight scars were found on the head alone, all of winch were made by clubs. To show how thick these wounds are, the hair was parted in a half dozen places, each 6pot showing where the scalp had been broken.

As well as the ehild can remember, two years ago she determined to make her escape, and one day, when she was threatened with a whipping, an opportunity was waited for and a dash made for liberty. The camp at that time was hve miles from Portland, Jay county, and that town Cora tried to reach. She succeeded, and just as she was beginning to think she was free she was recaptured by an old gypsy woman, who was in town telling fortunes. Being returned to camp she was beaten unmercifully, and, to add horror to horror, McVey again tied her, stripped the eet of shoes and stockings, and stand- ins: the then almost dead child up in the wagon, nailed one foot to the wagon- bed, the nail being driven through the left foot. The incarnate fiend, still not being content, struck her a blow across the instep with the blade of the hatchet, laying the flesh open to the bone, and then left her in this condition for more than an hour.

If the scars did not carry out this assertion the people would not be asked to be believe it. Jne day when MeVey and the woman O'Connel had separated from the band, they went into camp alone, near Richmond, this state. As usual, Cora was turned out to beg. McVey was sharpening scissors, mending umbrellas, and doing such jobs of tinkering as he could secure. "The woman was "doing the town," and it so chanced that Cora saw her enter a livery stable in company with two men.

Not knowing it would incur the wrath of cither, the child told McVey what she had seen, and McVey turn- raised merry war with the woman. -At this moment the three wero in the wagon, and the woman became so incensed that she drew a small revolver from her dress-pocket, and fired at Cora, The ball struck her plump in the forehead, between the eves, but by some happy circumstance it did not penetrate the skull, glancing off and lodging under the skin an inch from where it entered. "See, here is the place," said Cora, as she turned back her bangs; and, sure enough, there was the bullet-hole, the powder in the skin and the scar that was made by the surgeon's knife a short time ago. On one occasion McVey stripped his captive, and after bringing a pan of water to a boil dashed it against nor lower limbs, scalding them till the flesh dropped off in places. At another time he tied her to a stake with the intention of burning her to death, but changed his mind, and amused himself by cut ting oft one of her finger-nails.

Her hands all over shows where he bit out pieces simply for the sake of making her appear wretched when she would hold them out for alms. Tho atrocities visited on this helpless ehild are without parallel in the annals of crime, and to hear her recite her awful experiences makes an impression never to bo forgotten. Eleven weeks ago to-day, this poor little helpless child was doomed to dio at tho hands of McVey. How horrible her death might be she could not tell, for her sufferings and tortures for live years had been such as would have killed or dethroned the minds of most people. In a moment of desperation she determined to escape or die in the attempt McVcy had discarded his woman, and he and the child were alone near Gettysburg, not far from Greenville, O.

Tho moment arrived. McVey was away a short distance, ana Cora, like a frightened deer, sprang away. Super natural power was given the helpless orphan, and she sped away on the wings of the wind, a mile and a nan away was tho home of Manuel Miller, which the girl reached more dead than alive. Sho was given protection by flinuA (rnnil nnnnln unit flirt nnvt iinv was taken to a Mr. Juliet's, where she remained about one week.

Mc ey, dur ing this time, was skulking around, and in order to mislead him, Cora was taken to Alexander Brown's, and then to Caroline Brown's, in Gettysburg, next to Frank Choato's, and finally to Clay Choate's, where she was re ceived by Mr. Powell. Eighteen years ago, Araham Frlssler, grandfather of Cora on her mother's aide, died, leav ing a small amount, of money, which this child is heir to. tour yoars ago Mr. Powell was made guardian of the ennu, tnougn was not Known wnetner sho was dead or alive.

lie Immodiatc ly commenced looking and searching for her, but could gain no clew. When tho child first told her story in Darke county, sho gave her name as Cora Dobbins, ami to others as Cora Green, but she was certain sho was carriod away from Shelby county. Prosecutor Klliott and Sheriff Thomas Llckladder, of Grccnvillo, followed this clew, camo hero, and on examining tho records and following ono clew after another, finally established tho fact Hint the caua was au. loweus waru. vn uut and beard of the same color, which he always cuts off in the summer.

On one of his forearms is a scar, made by a knife. It seems that he is an Indiana product. Yeass ago he was living with a woman named iireen, and, as was his habit, he spent about two months of the winter on a farm between Ridgeville and Farmland in Ru dolph county. One day he and his mistress had a quarrel, resulting in McVey knocking her on the head and throwing her body into the fireplace. She did not die, and McVey being arrested he was taken to Winchester, where he escaped from jail He was recaptured and sent to Grant county for trial and was given four years in the state prison, where he cut his fingers off to keep from working.

He is thought to be about 35 years old where he is not known, but in case he ever comes prowling around this section of the country he would be mobbed instantly. The entire story is one of real life, and so shocking in all its details as to make it seem impossible. The people in Darke county who befriended the child can rest assured that she is now happy beyond measure. Chinese Havanas. She had left her beloved husband at home to add up his long columns of figures by day and watch the house by night, while in company with Mamma and dear cousin Clarence she was doing California with all tho vim of a young married woman who has left home for the first time since giving her hand in marriage to gentle, confiding Georgie.

At this particular moment they were in that part of San Francisco, so dear to all tourists, commonly known as Chinatown, where the gentle heathen, with a face the color of an alligator skin grip-sack, his shirt outside of his pants, and a voice that sounds as if some one were filing a saw, is won't to sell his curious wares, and gambol and frolic up and down the pavement in all his Eastern innocence. Nearly everything is Chinese; in fact, tho display of Chinese goods is so great that audio becomes bewildered, but finally her atroa -f nnnn artvnftthino cn natural and homelike that she is led to take a closer look. Yes, indeed, they are, to all appearances, regular cigars of American make, with a sign in the box reading: "Seventy-five cents per hun dred." Now, the last thing that dear Georgie said after kissing his Maudie good-bye was to go light on the "mun," or in other words to be careful with the money, as there wasn't more than 850.00 in the house, and it would be hard to bor row, should she need more. Here was a chance that she had been looking for. She wanted to make dear Georgie present, and yet, she mustn't spend too much money.

Oh! Cousin Clarence, said she, "just see what I have found for dear. patient Georgie. Here are some lovelv, large cigars, and you can get a whole hundred for seventy-live cents. Do you think it would please him to receive such a present?" ncll, weally, Maudie, dontcher know, I cawn't say as to that, for I nev- ah smoked anything stwonger than cigarwette. and couldn't possibly tell a good cigar, but they surely look nice.

and I haven't a doubt that he would be pleased with them." Six weeks are supposed to have elapsed. Maudie has returned, and sho and Georgie are seated in their room talk- ing it over. Oh, by the by, Georgie dear. have something for you," said Maudie, and she brings out tho Lhincso Ha vanas. Then follows an intermission of two minutes in which they take turns in kissing each other, after which Georgie says: "flow Kind ol you, Maudie, to think of me.

I was just wishing for a cigar, and presto! I nave a box. Ahl band me the box, darling, and 1 will try one. Puff, Puff Another lapse, somewhat longer than the last, a little over fourteen years. During this time dear Georgie has been paralyzed and unable to leave his bed, but thanks to a friend who had been there ho was induced to try a bottle of 's faith cure, and now with the help of one crutch and a cane, he is ablo to attend to business. Peck's Sun.

Afraid of Nothing. How wonderful and adaptive are the twists and kinks of our varied and comprehensive language! A young gontlomnn, extolling the bravery of a friend attached to Gen. Crook's command, finished with: "That fellow is absolutely afraid of nothing." "My case exactly" said a young lady present ono by tho way, noted among her friends for more than tho usual feminine allowance of cowardice. Thcro was a general shout of derision. "You I why you'd bo scared at a mouse!" "Well," was her calm reply, 'didn't I say so? A iv.on.io is, at least, some thing; and acknowledged to being I afraid of absolutely nothing." Sun irancwcoM.

signcy in a "crack" line regiment; he subsequently became a lieutenant, married, and left the' service. He settled down to stock-raising in the west of Ireland. He owned no fee-simple estate, but rented several tracts of land, or a while he resided on the island of Achill, where ho fitted up an iron house on the mountain side overhanging the coast. He was popular with squire and peasant alike. He kept a string of horses, he was a good man up himself in a welter race, was a crack shot, rode to hounds like a Galway man, and was in the field as poor byte Mellville wrote: "A good one to follow, A rum'un to beat.

"Later he left Achill island and rent ed near the town of Ballinrobe. There he had but few tenants. He raised green crops, artificial grasses and roots, and employed many laborers. With these he was strict and exacting as to their observance of the rules he laid down for them. Fines were imposed on them by him for leaving spades, shovels, or other agricultural implements in places other than those designated.

For disturbing stock or injuring fences by taking short cuts or for leaving gates open tines were as sessed on the laborers and stopped out of their wages by the captain. "At this period the people minds were in a state of excessive tension by electioneering excitement and bv con tinuous evictions (not of Boycott), and the wrath, long pent up, burst from every man, woman, and child in Mayo down on Lough Mask house. His servants, their relatives, their friends, his laborers, and small tenants all combined. Swift as lightning the feeling against the captain, as he was dubbed, spread around. His employes left him; no one would plow, harrow, reap, or sow for him.

Domestic servants fled the house. Any ono who approached tho place was warned, and if warning did not prevent approach stronger measures procured obedience. 'In Ballinrobe, a town of two thou sand inhabitants, in the open day, a man was severely beaten because it was reported that he had been seen saluting a coachman who had not obeyed the order to quit the obnoxious service. Boycott and his wife were on the verge of starvation; their flocks and crops were useless to them. Fifty of tho Royal Irish constabulary had been set as a guard on the houso to keep the family safe.

'Later on one hundred policemen. full aed, wero settled on tho spot, fifty dragoons and a company of infan try camped around. No enemy ap peared; no good resulted. Once they succeeded in saving 'Capt. Boycott life, lie drove into lsallinrobe on a court day.

Thousands knew he was to attend, and thousands surged into the narrow street and endeavored to crush in on him and squeeze him to death. From this difficulty the gallant forces of the crown barely succeeded in extri cating themselves and the object of their protection. Beyond this success tho career of the forces was only dis tinguished by the fact that the men stole and ate up all the hens, chickens, ducks, geese, and turkeys in tho coun try, and the officers gave at Ballinrobe a Boycott ball, and tho 'captain was now cursed as being the cause of scarcity of eggs in the country. The ostracism was awful. Its organization was perfect.

The pious Roman Catho lie who disobeyed a warning found him self in his church standing on a four-foot square desert island, surrounded by a seething sea. A funeral stopped if he went to it. If he died ho would have to carry himself to the grave. The matter was brought before Mr. Gladstone.

He gave an oracular reply. The Carlton club endeavored bv a testimonial raised for Capt Boy cott to prop up his falling fortunes. It was said by tho local paper ho was to leave Ireland. "Four years sinco it was proposed to construct a railroad between the town of Thani and Ballinrobe. It would have been useful.

The government would have lent tho money at a low rate of interest. Great distress prevailed, and tho expenduture of tho money in employment was much desired. It was conditioned if the lino did not pay tho low interest to the government that the country districts should bear the deficit. High evicting landlords sat where it was to bo debated 'whether tho line should be made or not' Some good men sat on the investigation Votes were taken. Tho majority of the voters were apprehensive that some small taxation might follow tne con struction of the line.

"Capt' Boycott although ho would havo been liable to possible taxation, voted for the con struction of the railroad for the common good, and the lino was thrown out "Great was the rage of every class, and hatred ran high against those who sacrificed the public interest to their private ends. That morning saw tho social reputation of 'Cant' Boycott at Its nadir; midday it was in its zenith. "From that day Boycott has been ono of tho most popular men as a sports man and country gentleman in tho west ol Ireland. Six weeks since no obtained a valuable appointment in England as agent to Sir lioyle Adair. He left Lourh Mask demesne regretted by alt but It was hopefully expressed la th.