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Ml ALL. RECORDS ECLIPSED. The Greiit Star Pointer Paces a Mile In Legs Tliun Two Minutes. Reading, Aug. 30.

-The two-minute mark for harness horses, about which experts have long written and talked, was passed at tho grand circuit races here Saturday, the grand Chicago pacing stallion, Star Pointer, owned by James A. Murphy, going the full mile in the phenomenal time of thus necessitating the setting of a new limit to the speed of light harness horses. Accompanied by a runner, the big bay Tennessee pacing bred stallion wiped out the mark and had three-quarters of a second to spare when he went under the wire. It was the most wonderful performance ever show by a light harness horse and about 8,000 people went wild over it. Progress of the Harnett Home.

and unlocked the jail door. As he turned, he found the revolvers that a tsliort time before had been leveled nt the cashier's head, leveled at his. What could he do but weaken? The door of the cell of Plunkett and Cobb was unlocked; the fetters taken from their limbs; the jailer was locked in their cell, and Black Beard and his comrades hastened to the planing mill, where they found the two boats in waiting, and they were rowed aboard. "What luck, captain?" asked the mate, as the Blaek Beard mounted the vessel's rail. "Immense! immense, mate! Plunk-ett and Cobb are here; they will not stretch hemp, at least not on Friday next, and there's gold, silver and bank notes more than we will count tonight.

But what luck had you? How many orange cleaners did you hire?" "Sixteen strapping men. They are all below, and by this time in a drunken stupor." 'Tis well; wind and tide are with us, so up anchor and away." "For where?" "For the Altamaha river first, and then for the island." nonsE. Gait Record. Year. Flora Temple.

Trot 2:19 1854 Dexter Trot 2:17 1885 Goldsmith Maid Trot 2:14 1874 SmupRler Trot 2:14 1870 MaudS Trot 1881 Johnston Pace 2:10 1883 Jay-Eye-See Trot 2:10 1884 Trot 1885 Sunol Trot 1891 Nancy Hanks Trot 2:04 liSSi Alix Trot 1834 Robert Pace 1894 John R. Gentry Pace 18)8 Star Pointer Pace 1:594 1897 two sailing crafts were fitting up to search the salt seas for her, the Ranger was scudding along the coast of Georgia; and yet she was no longer the Ranger her -dark green color had changed to a dirty looking red, and the name on the stern was William P. Niles. No black-bearded man was on her decks, but a man of much the same size and appearance, with a smooth face, was her "Bill! Bill Gibbs!" "Aye, aye, sir!" "Go below and terrify the niggers; tell them we land sell them tonight, and all they have to do, if they like their new masters better than the old ones, is to keep if they don't they can talk all they want to, after we have left them behind, and possibly the news will get to Charleston, and their old masters come and claim them; but tell them, Bill, that if they croak before we have left them miles behind, we'll have the life of every nigger there. Tell the mate to send a dozen armed men with "you below; plenty of knives and pistols, kill a chicken or two, and bloody your hands and faces; pistols, knives and the sight of blood will subdue a nigger, you know how to manage it." "That do I.

I'll fix them." "Don't hurt them, Bill, don't mark them up. A marked nigger won't half sell, people think he's unruly." At sundown the William B. Niles was anchored in the Alteniaha river and at sunrise the next day a painted sign was hung over her port side, which read: "Eighteen able bodied negroes for sale. All must be sold by 12 o'clock this day." At 11:30 a number of planters along the river boarded the schooner. The negroes were all ranged along the deck.

They had had plenty to eat and drink, and had not suffered by their trip down the coast some of them were perhaps a little groggy, but not a whimper did they make until Black Beard, or William B. Niles, as he now represented himself, had exchanged them for $15,000 in gold. The slaves were lowered in a boat that the planters had along side to convey them ashore, and when the last one had left the deck of the schooner, and the last planter was seated in his boat, then Black Beard gave the order: "Up anchor, and away!" "Where away, sir?" "For the island," said Black Beard, as the anchor was raised above the water's surface. All sails were set, and the schooner swung round, caught the breeze, her sails filled, and she was off. But there were now shouts and signals from the boat the formerly terrified negroes had evidently told the tale of their abduction from Charleston, and of the difference in the appearance of the schooner from what it presented when they boarded it, to clean oranges for fifty cents a thousand, or fifty cents a hundred.

The shouts and cries increased, and the boat headed about, the oarsmen pulling with might and main towards the schooner. A stalwart black whiskered man stood at the stern of the William B. Niles, and as he raised his hat politely from his head, he said: Your waters shall never again be cleft by the William B. Nlies, but they may be by the craft beneath my feet this is your first visit from Black Beard." TO BE CONTINUED. "i b'ain't yer good woman, ye guy.

I were Jim Holland's bad 'un, but 'c'a skipped." "Where has he skipped to, woman I am the sheriff." "The sheriff? An' what do ye want of Jim?" "The bank was robbed last night, and two m'urderers taken from the jail." "Jim were not there, sheriff; Vs too big a coward. 'E 'ad a good bit uv money about 'tin last night w'en 'e left here, an' I be skeered 'e were kilt and robbed. Leastwise w'en 'e left ere 'e sez: 'ere's a bill of sale fer this 'ere gin mill. If anything 'appens me you'll have 'un "Poor Bill er Jim 'e were a great man for a 'onie, sheriff, A nice, quiet, peaceful 'ome, sez Jim, fer our ole age, Moll, is all as we want, and now sheriff, to think that 'e's gone 'e'd never left 'ome, sheriff, unless 'e were habducted." "Abducted, woman, do you think anyone would abduct Jim Holland?" "I knows it, sheriff, he were habducted onc't before." "Who abducted him then?" asked 1he sheriff. "She were Poll Blaisdell.

She were younger nor an' 'ad more money nor I did then, an' she habducted him; but he come back to his Moll agin, skeriff." "Come, men." said the sheriff, "there's nothing to learn here." After they had gone, Moll turned a glass of gin: 'Ere's to you, sheriff! 'Ere's to you! Jim's werry peaceful, he is, when he's asleep; bu't Bill Gibbs, skeriff, e's an 'ard one." When the. wholesale house of Miner Strong was opened that morning, Julius, the black porter, a trusted slave who had been raised by Miner, failed to appear. Sam and Sydney, two porters at the Charleston house, could not be found a number of other citizens reported servants missing, and the morning of the 21st the following startling article appeared in the Charleston News: "Bold and Successful Bank Robbery. Two hundred thousand dollars in gold, silver and bank notes taken from the vaults of the Charleston bank. "Successful Jail Delivery.

Plunket and Cobb, the murderers of Planter Osborne, who were to have suffered the penalty of their crimes this day, released from their cell, and Jailer Howard found bound and gagged in their stead. "No LessThan EightcenNegroMen the property cf leading citizens, reported missing." Then follo wed a long statement of the circumstances as narrated, and the article concluded as follows: "Many of our citizens probably noticed the schooner of a dark green hue, that lay anchored in the Ashley river since the night of the 18th. "Thatshewasa slaver no one doubted, as 40 negroes were taken from her hold and sold in this market on the 19th. "That she was a pirate, now seems equally certain, as her captain, whowas a man of stalwart frame, with an immense black beard, but whose name is yet unknown, as it was not ascertained by the firm who sold the negroes (the captains of slaversgenerallydesiring to have their identity unknown) was undoubtedly the manager of both the bank robbery and jail delivery. "It is also believed that either he or his agent, in some manner, enticed the missing negroes aboard the slaver and sailed with them, in which event the schooner will probably land at some port on this coast and offer them for sale, keeping them tongue-tied by terror until their object is effected.

"The name of the schooner, as displayed by bold, white letters on her stern, was 'The "A couple of merchants from Wilmington, who are yet here, viewed the Ranger when lying in the river, and state that the schooner is the exact counterpart in all respects but the color of the paint that covers her frame and the name on her stern of the Clara Belle, whose captain, Angus Bruce, murdered John Loj'd, of Wilmington, on the night of the thirty-first of May last. "Mr. Murchison, one of the merchants alluded to, asserts that the Clara Belle often, in past days, has lain at his dock, loadingand unloading a cargo he further asserts that Bruce is a man of stalwart, powerful frame, which would tally with the description of the captain of the Ranger, whose beard may be a false one. "Most of the crew of the Clara Belle, states Mr. Murchison, were left at Wilmington on the night of the flight from that port, they being ashore at that time.

"But be he who he may, this Black Beard seems destined to become a curse to this coast unless speedity apprehended, or himself and craft sent to the bottom of the sea. "Many who read this article will recall the slaver and freebooter Naney, that foundered and went down with all her crew off this coast two years sinee. "The governor, being fully convinced that Angus Bruce and Black Beard, as we call the captain of the Ranger, are one and the same man, liaa offered twenty-five thousand dollars for his apprehension. "The Charleston bank, while badly crippled, has had many offers of assistance, and be able to weather the storm." While this article was arousing the Indignation of Charleston citizens, and A SONG OF HOMELAND. A sons a iiong for Homeland, The land where we were born, Of Inroad and fertile prairies Where grows the gulden corn Of wheat Holds like an ocean, Of hills where prow the pine The land that we are proud of, Your own dear land and mind.

A song a song for Homeland, The land of wheat and corn, With milk and honey flowing The land where we were born! A song a song for Homeland, No other land so dear; No other hills are fairer, No other skie3 so clear. "We love her vales and valleys, Each snow-tipped mountain dome-On, native land, from true hearts We sing this song of home, A song a song for Homeland, The land of wheat and corn, With milk and honey flowing, The land where we were bornl A song a song for Homeland-Land of the Golden Fleece, Whose hillsides laugh with plenty, Whose valleys smile with peace. Sometimes our feet may wander To far lands, east or west, But still our hearts are steadfast We love the Homeland best! A song a song for Homeland, The land of wheat and corn, With milk and honey flowing The land where we were born! Eben E. Rexford, in Youth's Companion. Copyright by A.

N. Kellogg Newspaper Co CHAPTER As the town clock gave the single stroke of one, six me a entered the gate of a residence on Laurel street; one knocked loudly on tLe door, while the other live hugged the wall of the house. A window from the floor above was raised. "What is it?" asked a voice. "Are you Mr.

White, cashier of the Charleston bank?" said the man below. "Yes; what is it?" "The bank has been robbed." "What's that? what's that? Bank robbed? Great heavens, wait and I'll join you." Raymond White speedily dressed and descended to the door; opened it, to find himself clutehed by the throat by one man, while the revolvers of several more, were leveled at his head. "Absolute quiet, Mr. White," said Black Beard, "is the price of your life, have you the bank and vault keys on your person?" "What means all this, has the bank "been robbed?" "Not yet, Mr. White, not yet, but be easy, it soon will be.

Here, let me relieve you of your keys what, you carry a pistol too? Welt I'll take that also." "I know you," said the cashier, "you are the man for whom I ciished the checks to-day." "You had better forget me when we part to-night. Those who remember me, with rare exceptions, do not fare well now for King street and the bank of Charleston. Here White, lock arms with me, but remember, one word of alarm, and you are a dead man, your wife a widow and your children orphans. March!" A half hour later, Black Beard fitted a key to the bank door; it swung open and five men entered, the other five guarding the avenue of approach on the outside. White was firmly bound to a chair, the vaults opened, and the cash speedily transferred to bags; then gagging the cashier sufficiently to render it impossible for him to make himself heard, the plunderers left the bank.

They were joined on the outside by three of the men who had held watch. "Where's Toombs and Lankey?" asked Black Beard. "Fightin' round yon the man addressed, "to attract the attention of the hossifers." "We'll go that way and get them, they might be run in." As they rounded the corner, there were the two sailors, pummeling each other lustily, while two policemen were trying to separate them. "Hey!" yelled Black Beard, "is that what I let you ashore for? Avast there! you lighting blackguards, bothering the oilicers of this peaceful town." The two sailors were subdued in an instant. "Aboard, ye lubbers! Aboard!" "Here, officers, here's a couple of pounds for keeping my frisky sailors from eating each other up.

I'll see that they bother you no more." "Thanks, captain, we'll drink your health. Lucky you came along, or you'd have found them jugged in the morning." "I'll jug the buggers when I get them abon rd." But Black Beard arid his men didn't go directly aboard; they lirst visited the county jail, and Black Beard aroused the jailer, and informed him that he had two drunken sailors that he desired locked up till morning. Five pounds was sufficient to convince the jailer that they should be locked up, and be produced his keys CHAPTER XIV. "A MARKED NIGGER WON'T HALF SELL." The morning of the 20th of August when the sun arose Cashier White still sat bound in the arm-chair in the bank facing the vaults. He could hear the footfall of early passers-by on the pavement on the outside, but could give no alarm; so there he sat in agony until nine o'clock, when the president of the bank arrived, and, finding the bank locked, supposed that something unusual had detained the cashier at home, and with his own key unlocked the door and entered to find Raymond White half unconscious, tied securely in a chair, and the vault doors opened.

"Good God!" he exclaimed; "robbery and ruin!" and with shaking hands he cut the cords that bound the cashier. That gentleman could neither speak nor stand for some moments, but when he could he told his tale, and concluded with the words: "The manager of the affair was the man with the long, black beard for whom I cashed the checks on yesterday." "What, the captain of the slaver?" "The same; what is his name, or whom were the checks made payable to?" "The checks were made payable to Baker Mills, the auctioneers, and indorsed by them payable to bearer." The president rushed from the bank to the courthouse for officers to board i Robbery and ruiu. the schooner and apprehend its captain and crew. At the courthouse he found all in commotion. The jail had not been opened and the jailer was missing his hat was found on the ground at the foot of the steps leading to the jail door.

The key could not be found in his apartment, so a locksmith was procured and the lock opened. In the cell of Plunkett and Cobb was found the jailer. He was bound hand and foot; the cords were similar to those that had for so many hours held the cashier in the chair. Plunkett and Cobb, who on the morrow would have been hanged by the neck until dead, were gone. The jailer stated how he had been duped into opening the jail by a man who represented himself as captain of a vessel and stated that he wished to have two drunken sailors locked tip until morning; that this man was accompanied by several others, among whom was a large pock-marked man, with one eye missing ari a scar on his left cheek like a saber cut.

"This man," said the jailer, "I am certain 1 have seen in Charleston liefore." The description of the man who led the liberators of Plunkett and Cobb tallied with that of the orre who had managed the plundering of the bank, and 20 armed men, headed by the sheriff, together with the hanker and the jailer, immediately proceeded to the wharf to secure boats with which to board the Banger. Tiie schooner was nowhere to be seen. As they were marching up the wharf one of the deputies remarked "Sheriff, speaking of a pock-marked man being one of them, there's a pock-marked man runs this bar; Jim Holland is the name he goes by here; he's been under suspicion some time." "We'll go in, then." said the sdierifT, "and interview him." Moll was found behind the bar. "Where's Jim Holland, ray good woman?" said the sheriff. DEATHS EXCEED BIRTHS.

Declaration Made That the Negro It ace May He Extinct within a Century. Kansas City-, Aug. 30. Statisticians, scientists and sociologists have for some years declared that the negro race in America is diminishing in numbers. This statement is based upon the mortality reports of large cities, and recent statistical publications declare that the negro problem will settle itself by the extinction of the race from natural causes within a century.

However true this may be, the reports of the health department of Kansas City show some remarkable facts which have their weight upon this subject. The table of mortality statistics shows that there were born in Kansas City during 1808 2,431 persons. Of these 2,231 were white and 200 black. The deaths numbered 1,873, of which 1,550 Were white and 323 were black. Here is the remarkable feature of these figures: While 681 more white persons were born than died during the year, there were 123 more deaths than births among the negroes.

When it is seen that the negro population is less than ten per cent, of the whole population, these facts and figures are rendered even more remarkable. GRAND ARMY SUGGESTIONS. Favoring of Veterans In Work Urged For Oklahoma's Home Lincoln Monuments. Buffalo, N. Aug.

30. At the final executive session of the Grand, Army of the Republic encampment a resolution was adopted urging the government to enforce the law relative to the employment on government work of soldiers who were wounded during the war and recommending all citizens who had occasion to give employment to discriminate wherever possible in favor of such veterans. The committee reported in favor of urging congress to pass a bill setting apart 640 acres of timber land in the Indian territory for the use of the inmates of the soldiers' home of Oklahoma. The report was adopted. A communication from the Lincoln Monument association of California recommending that monuments to Lincoln be erected in every city in the land was indorsed and the National Monument association will be asked to take favorable action.

A CORNER IN COAL. Pittsburgh Firm Said to He in Full Control of the Market. Pittsburgh, Aug. 30. By the end of this week practically all tho coal in the Monongahela river district will be in the hands of one firm, and prices will be made by the lucky possessors of the valuable mineral.

When the present strike began the firm of John II. Jones Co. saw that prices must advance, and they quietly went to work and bought coal everywhere they could at prices which now seem very cheap. They have been keeping this coal, and now practically control the coal trade in this vicinity. When seen Mr.

Jones refused to say just how much coal they had, but admitted that the amount was over 5,000,000 bushels. Inquiries among other coal firms developed the fact that there was very little coal outside of that held by Jones and that that firm would be able to get. their own price. MINERS ARE STARVING. Twelve Hundred Persons at Nelsonville, (., Absolutely Destitute.

Nelsonville, Aug. 30. The destitution among the miners here is very great. Manager Buckley says 1,200 persons, the entire mining population of the town, have adsolutely nothing to eat, and 100 of these are sick. In this immediate vieiaity there are 1,000 destitute people, a large number of whom are children.

Local charity has helped them till its means are gone. Era of Low Prices Ended. London, Aug. 30. The Times, in an editorial article on the wheat question, expresses the opinion that the era of better prices is coming, closing the long period of depression, caused by the constant addition of tho acreage of wheat, rendered- possible by the extension of railways inta new countries and the enormous increase of the tonnage of steamships.

I The MarulfhcaU Speaking of boys reminds me of a story which Polly told me the other day when she came up from Marblehead Neck to cheer my malarial gloom. It seems that Marblehead boys have the reputation of being the worst in the state, and a worthy minister who went there to fill a vacant pulpit one Sunday hail occasion to verify the truth of this, for on his way to church he was unmercifully hooted and stoned. Filled with righteous indignation, the worthy divine remarked from the pulpit in mournful tones upon the depravity manifested by the old town's boys. Some time later he again visited the place, and this time he met with no insults, and did not even see a single hoodlum on his churchward walk. Being a just man, he desired to praise as well as blame, and so he said that he was truly rejoiced to see that the youth had seen the error of their ways, and had turned aside from the path of evil doers.

Thereupon arose a small boy in the gallery, who shrieked forth in gleeful malignity: "Don't you believe it. They've just gone down to Barnegat to slonc a funeral, and when they comeback won't 3011 catch it!" Boston Saturday Evening Gazette. Tho Average Resort. "I hear that your family are at Boli-var-by-t he-Sea." "Yes." "How is it down there?" "Well, if it wasn't for the hotels and the mosquitoes and the noise of the ocean and the people and the sand, it wouldn't be half bad if you couldn't go anywhere else." Harper's Bazar. Wallle's Idea of IL "Papa," said Wallie, "I wish you'd buy me a I get awfully thirsty la lie daytime." "What on earth has a shovel to with that?" "Well, somebody told me that on farms when you wanted water you had to dig a well." Harper's Bazars.