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AWFUL HAV0U Sf-arcely that; she relies oh niy hunting up some of her children. So I will I So I will! Mag must be kept satisfied! She says that the women think that their brothers and husbands can commit? no crimes why, then, Clara I hope will think so of me. Should Mag go to Smithville; she might ascertain that the family of Bruce are thinking of this matterj but what matters it to mc what they think? If Bruce stopped there goiug out, which evidently he did, and left the cook, he certainly told his mother and sister that he was not guilty of the murder, and that I was if so, why have they not been heard from before? "He doubtless told them that all of the circumstances poin ted to him, and that to remain would be to hang for the murder still, I can't understand their silence it is unnatural. "Then if Bruce heard Mag scream, he must have told them that, but he also told them, if he did, that a negro's oath would not save him even if Mag could save him, she would not do it, if in doing it she had to condeim me; perhaps it would be best to send her down, and find the drift of their sentiments, "I can trust her. That was a master stroke, thinking about hunting up her children at least I will think of it." When Mag heard her master ascend the stairs and close his door, she sunk on her knees before the fire.

"Marster! ole marster! do you think Mag is forget no, honey, Mag ain't forget, but Mag can't z'actly see her way clear. You can rest easy, thoHgh, marster, for the woman thatwould have been my misses if you had lived, will never be my misses now. Since Angus Bruce 'turned pirate, marster, I don't know how I'll bring Herbert Lathrop to jestis, but I'll do it. marster, I'll do it if a nigger's oath won't count, a nigger can cut, and shootandkill. Herbert Lathrop thinks his soft talk 'bout huntin' my chillen bought Mag over.

Don't you believe it, marster! don't you believe it! I don't want my chillen to belong to a murderer. I'll 'member, marster; I'll 'member! and Herbert Lathrop shall be brought to jestis." Bruce without his seeing me? Yes, yes! softly but quick, here I am now under Bruce's arm clutch the handle tight drive hard home! home to the hilt; now fly! "That cry! that "I have you, Mag! I have you!" Herbert sprang from the bed, the cry Btill on his lips; the big beads of perspiration pouring from his body shaking and quivering in every limb. "My God! My Cod! how horrible! Why, it's but a dreamthis bottle will liven me up a bit; that came of Mag's talk last night. Perhaps I will sleep now." ITe closed his eyes, but uninterruptedly the dream kept od. "Mag, you're a nigger; you can't testifya word and I'll kill you.

Silence, and I'm your friend I'll buy your children. It was Bruce, Mag; remember it was Bruce. Now I'm back 'in my room. Ah! a drink, quick! quick! That was Fannie's door; I'll join her on the stairs, and we will view the scene together. What's that? Murder! murder! "WTe enter the door; there's Bruce turning from the bedside, with the bloody knife in his hand.

It couldn't be better what a look of horror on his face. I'll call it a fiendish look; there's Uncle John leaning back on the bed, and blood, blood! everywhere. Look again; Fannie screams and faints. "Angus Bruce, you have murdered my uncle! "Liar! This is your scheme. It is you that murdered him.

"call the officers! Call the officers! "Scoundrel! "Ah! you are after me! Slam the door! Slam the door! Now watch there he goes, now for the sheriff! "What, Bruce! a pirate Black Beard and $100,000 for his head! Better; better yet. I hope he'll soon be killed, killed dead dead men can't talk. "I am a planter. I own Kendall. You say, squire, that Clara will be my wife? Wrhy, that's what I've worked for.

To obtain her hand was one of the objects that caused me to stain my hands with but no, Bruce did that! "Clarence and Fannie marry the same day, October 10. "What's that, Mag? Me marry the sister of Agnes Bruce? You're crazy! Way, lie killed my uncle! "No, you, you! Herbert Lathrop! "Mag. Mag. never say that again; some one might hear you. It's said could not bear that other than himself should possess her hand." At one o'clock Herbert was in Wilmington.

The principal theme of conversation there seemed to be Black Beard and his exploits, among the latest being the Beaufort and Baltimore episodea. The Mary Lockett, on incoming vessel with funds to buy cotton, had been overhauled 15 miles from the inlet, and after seven of her crew had been slain, the pirates plundered her, securing a large amount of money, and although no man answering the description of Black Beard was Eeen among those who boarded and plundered her, the pirates' vessel was a two-mast schooner, and it was generally conceded that Black Beard was her master. The Sydney K. Jones, another cotton-carrying craft, three weeks overdue, it was claimed had been plundered by the pirates, and with her entire crew sent to the bottom of the ocean. It was argued that the days of Black Beard must be drawing to a close, unless he at once abandon the Carolina coast.

His crew, it was estimated, numbered 100 men, and was said to be composed of fugitives from justice, ex-convicts and runaway slaves. A steamer was fitted out in the harbor, which would soon leave in quest of the pirates. Herbert visited the. old home of his uncle, which had not been entered since he had taken Fannie to Kendall; the furniture and the belongings of the house had not been removed, and everything seemed familiar. He went up to his old room, thcra stiod the half-empty bottle of brandy, from which he had drank that night.

He turned a glass, and drank it down, then he passed into his cousin's room; there suspended from the wall hung a painting of his uncle; he glanced at ix but once, and left the room; next he passed down the staiiway, and at the bottom hesitated "Why should I go there? Pshaw! I'm nervous, Why should I not? am I a coward He walked io the library door and entered the door of his uncle's room stood open. "There stands the bedstead as it stood that night when- when I killed my uncle. The bloody sheet, blankets and mattress have been removed. There's where Angus stood, right opposite my uncle: there I stole in behind and i A Colorado Train Wreck Results in Terrible Disaster. Thirty People Dead and Nearly 200 Injured Many I'nfiHengerit are Consumed by Flames After the Wreck Conductor Under Arrest.

Newcastle, Sept. 11. The worst wreck in the history of the state of Colorado occurred at 12:25 yesterday morning on the joint track of the Denver Rio Grande and the Colorado Midland railways, miles west of here. After 12 hours' incessant work by the wrecking crews in clearing away the debris and rescuing the bodies of those who perished, it is yet impossible to secure more than an estimate of the loss bf life, and not even those known to be dead have been identified. Many of the unfortunates will never be known, and it is possible that the number killed will always bo in doubt.

From the best information obtainable now fully 80 persons are believed to have perished, while 185 who came out of the wreck alive are suffering from serious injuries. The wreck was caused by a head-end collision between a Denver Rio Grande passenger train, running at the rate of 40 miles an hour, and a special Colorado Midland stock train, running-at a speed of probably 30 miles an hour. So terrific was the concussioq that both engines, baggage and- express cars, smoker and day coaches and two stock cars were totally demolished and the track torn up for rods in each direction. To add to the horror of the scene, the wreckage at once caught fire from an explosion of a Pintsch gas tank on the passenger train, and burned so rapidly that many passengers, pinned beneath the debris, were burned to death- before help could reach them. The most generally accepted theory as to the cause of the wreck is that Conductor Burbank, of the Midland special, anticipating the time of the passenger, undertook to "steal a station" and beat the passenger in to Newcastle.

Burbank escaped uninjured, and, upon orders from Coroner Clark, has been placed under arrest by the sheriff. Midland Engineer Ostrander is missing, and a thorough search all about his engine fails to reveal any vestige of his remains. It is thought that when he saw the threatened danger he jumped from his engine, and, realizing his negligence, took to the hills. Mr. and Mrs.

E. II. Strouse, who live one-fourth of a mile from the scene of the accident, report that when the two trains met the shock was so great as to literally hurl them out of bed. Some say the noise was heard and the shock felt in Newcastle. Charred fragments of limbs and bodies of a number of persons have been taken out of the ruins, but it is not likely that any more bodies will be positively identified, and it seem? certain that the number killed will remain in doubt.

DEATH LIST GROWING. Three More Victim of the Santa Fe Wreck, making 15 in All. Emporia, Kan, Sept. 11. Three more victims of Wednesday night's awful Santa Fe disaster were found in the debris by the wrecking crew yesterday.

The bodies are so badly mutilated that identification has been impossible. These, with the death of Engineer William Frisbee at Topeka, make the total number killed in the wreck 15. Conductor Wilson, who is in charge of the wrecking crew, expresses the belief that several more bodies will be found when the wreckage is cleared away. One of the charred remains recovered is that of a woman. It was found early in the afternoon.

There was not enough of the body to identify except that it a woman, as shown by the bust and corsets. A telegram was received yesterday from Chicago, signed Goodrow, asking if his wife had escaped the wreck uninjured, and it is thought the remains may be those of the woman inquired for. DRIVEN OUT OF ARKANSAS. Editor Gould Fled from the Wrath of an Outraged l'opulnce. Rock, Sept 11.

Kellogg 0. Gould, editor and publisher of the Little Rock Tribune, was driven from the city by an infuriated populace. Gould's career in Little Rock has been a checkered one. He started the Tribune four years ago and has been in trouble continually on account of the questionable method he pursued in conducting the sensational sheet, and several times received severe chastisement from citizens whom he had written up in his paper. He took one step too far when he assisted in defeating justice in the case of Jesse Heard, the murderer of S.

T. Blair, recently acquitted at Perryville. THIRTEEN FATALITIES. That Number of Men Have lteen Killed This Summer In Joplln Mining District. Sept.

11. The third mining fatality of the week occurred yesterday when Aaron Dennison, a well-known miner, had his skull crushed by a falling piece of scantling, while working in the shaft of the Moonshine mine. The scantling fell a distance of 80 feet, striking Dennison on the back of the head. He lived about two hours. This makes 13 mint fatalities in the district this summer.

WORD OF ADVICE. Tls the custom to prate of the sadness, The sins and the sorrows of life; But I'd rather speak of the gladness And beauty with which It is rife; For the darkest of clouds has Us lining, The hardest of labor brings sleep; Neath the rocks there is gold for thfl mining, And pearls may be found in the deep. 2s it better to sip of life's nectar, Or purposely drink of its gall? Would you willingly walk with a specter, If angels would come at your call? Would you rather have sunshine and lightness, Or darkness and gloom in your dreams? As for me, I would cherish the brightness With which the whole universe teems. Look around and behold the earth's glory The mountain, the river and plain; For they tell us an exquisite story, The burden of Nature's refrain. How the Father of love, In Ills kindness, Has given us more than we know; Though we throw it aside in our blindnes3, And reap of the pain which we sow.

But, to harvest the best of life's treasure, One lesson must early be learned, That we give to each other a measure Of what our best efforts have earned. Then, my children, I pray you be ready To search, as you go, for the flowers. And to share what you have with the needy, For thus you'll have blessings in showers. A. E.

Ross, in N. Y. Independent. 51 "H-ESCOtT. Copy eight Uy A.

f. Kellogg: Newspaper Co CHAPTER XVI. Continued. "Angus Bruce's sister!" exclaimed Herbert, with a start. "What, woman, me marry the sister of a of Black Beard, the pirate! What put that hi your head? What ails you, Mag? Wha do you mean? How knew you that Angus had a sister?" "Oh, I've seen her often.

She used io go to school in VvTilmington, and has eften been in your uncle's house. Miss Fannie knows her well. She is a young lady now; older than she is, and is said to be the handsomest girl in Smith-ville, and now that her brother had to leave home for the murder of your uncle, a murder which you and I know he didn't commit "Mag! Mag! what do you mean? said Ilerbeit, springing to his feet and glansing hurriedly around the room. "Nothing, honey, nothing; why, there ain't no one here no one knows bub you and I that it was you that killed ole marster." "Mag! Mag! on your life don't say that again." "Why, marster, I meant no harm. I jes' thought t'would be a good plan if you'd marry her.

You see, no one would ever suspicion you then." "How should anyone ever have suspicion of me?" "Why, you know how wimiuen folks are. They never believe that their own brothers or husbands could commit, a crime, and they are always looking for some one else to saddle it on, and as you was the only man in the house at that time, besides Argus, you should be the one that they would suspicion I'm bound they don't believe Angus did it." "Everyone else does, Mag." "Yes, all but us two." "Don't say that again, Mag! They smely can't doubt that Angus is a piratt, with $100,000 offered for his head." "If I could down there once, marster, I'd soon find out what they 1 hough t. I only want the man that is goin' to bring some of my children to me before I die, to protect himself." "Thanks, Mag; I know you're all right, and I will think of that scheme, but it's not the pirate's sister that I will wed." "Who then, mr.rster?" "You said, Mag, that there were but two young ladies here." "Yes, marster, but you couldn't no, you wouldn't marry ole marster's daughter?" "Couldn't! Why couldn't "Because because, marster how coidd you?" "But you forget the other lady, Mag. "The other lady? What? That would have been ole marster's bride, Miss Clara Hill? No, no, marster; not that. Ole marster'd haunt you." "Why, Mag! Mag! what ails you?" "I'm skeered for you, marster, that's all." "Yes, Mag, it's Clara mil that will be your mistress; just the same as though your old master had lived.

Surely you don't object to her?" "So, marster. It's for you to pay. if her beiii about don't 'mind you too much of ole marster, that's all." Herbert hail drunk his hot Scoteh. "Good-night, Aunt Mag!" and he arose from his chair, and went upstairs, with a rnind anything but undisturbed, and little sleep visited his ryes that night. could Mag have meant," he thought, "by that expression about my ir.g Jennie Bruce? Did she, eculii e.he, imagine that I sought th? Bister of Black Beard for a ife? Or is the meditating treachery against mc? CHAPTER XVII.

"COULD IIE, COUIT) a mcedered man, DO THAT It was fully two hours later than usual when Herbert Lathrop descended the stairs the next morning, iftcr having informed Mag of his com tag marriage with Miss Hill, nor did lie ippear much refreshed. Slumber had not closed his eyas until the night was well spent, and then his sleep as of that nature that it lather exhausted than refreshed, for it wns troubled with iUful dreams in which his murdered uncle, Angus Bruce, Clara, his intended, and Aunt Mag, all played their parts. He had been at the old home in Wilmington he was clown at the hank, filtering his uncle's will. "What, but $5,000 to your nephew? Make it. 50, uncle, make it iiO another cipher will do it now change that five to SO there, it's done.

"Hold! let me look, to the windows and doors, no one must witness this. The witnesses' names are attached to the deed already who are they? Strange and Bligh! Why! tliey were both lost at sea what! no administrator named? the space left vacant, and no bond required? Herbert Lathrop, vou "Aere bora in lock there, now, the name's filled in, put the papers back just as I found them, now lock the safe that much is accomplished. "Now to slip out and close the bank. But why slip out? I work here often nights, what made me say that? "Now the hank door is closed. When next it opens there will lie black crape fastened there.

''All, Angus Bruce, you will escape suspicion; the murder must appear the work of burglars. Why, here's a bar open; a horn of brandy will stiffen my nerves. "What! Angus Bruce just on the corner! Fortune favors me a letter from my cousin wish to see my uncle. Certainly, captain; follow me. "Xow we are in the library.

No trouble, captain, if you don't see him to-night; you may not see him before he leaves on his wedding trip. "Uncle John! Uncle John! "What Is it, nephew? "Capt. Bruce is here and wishes to see you particularly. "I have retired, nephew, hut tell Angus to enter my room. "Xow, upstairs! Upstairs! "Fannie! Fannie! "Yes, cousin.

"Angus Bruce is below with a letter to you from Clara. "Tell Angus I will be down at once. "Xow open the trunk the sheath knife! I have it in my hand ah, but the blade is keen and long kick oil these shoes and put my slippers on; now off with my coat, roll up that sleeve, the blood might stain it my uncle's blood! it's too late to hesitate now, the will is changed. A drink of brandy and one look in the glass why, how pale I am now soMy, softly, down the stairs the bathroom door is open, I am inside; there stands Bruce before my uncle, who is sitting on the. bedside.

"If she tells me, Angus, that she weds me but to satisfy her father's demand I ill return toWilminjrton a single man. "So, so, then Clara los not love you, Uncle John, but Angus, Angus! ami she Fhall not wed him, but j-our nephew, Herbert Lathrop can I get behind struck the blow. Ab! what's that? blood! blood on the carpet yet? Hark! that scream! it was in the bathroom there is nothing there: I am a very fool I must leave the house, before I lose my head. What's that? a portrait, and with its face reversed. Mine! mine jgain! There's something wrong everything is wrong.

Could he, a mur dered man, do that? Away with such an idea! Herbert Lathrop, be a man! He closed and locked the house and proceeded to the dock of the Sunshine, which lie hoarded for home. lie was seated in the cabin when Capt. Harper entered. "You are not looking well, Mr. Lathrop.

A planter's life can't agree with you. Cone, try the brandy on the side board "Thanks, captain, I believe I will. have been having chills." "Whiskev and quinine, and plenty of it, is the only remedy I know of for Cape Fear cbills. By the way, Angus Bruce seem? to be giving the whole coast chi'Js. I suppose you read of his latest exploit?" "Yes, I rciid of them.

You must see his mother and sister sometimes?" "Seldom, but sometimes I meet them on the street." "I suppose they are ingreatdistress." "Strange, but from appearances one would not imagine that they wen? crushed, thoigh of course they are in trouble; but they bear up well. They will not speak of their troubles with anyone. Tobe, the nigger cook, around as lively as ever; one would think that the course of Angus was not so much of a surprise to his own family." "Strange," thought Herbert, "and a large sum offered for his head. I think 1 must send Mag tc Smi ch ville." Herbert left the Sunshine at Orton landing and arrived! home just at dusk. to be coNTii-rurcn.

Failed lint Onco. "Don't be afraid. Come right in my wife's out. Have a little something? Here's a nice quality old "Good heavens, man, you'e got the wrong bottle! Look at that label! Don't you see it's marked 'Poison! "Oh, that's all right. That saves it from the hired girl.

My own invention, you know-. Clever, isn't it? Never failed but once." "How was that?" 'Hired girl couldn't read." Cleveland Plain Dealer. Tired of Running. Mrs. Ki'lduff Oh, yes, I ha' a run- account at Cottons and Tapes'.

It is much better than paj ing for each lit tle purchase, you know. Mrs. Slidmorc A running account. Why, he collector of the firm told my husband that your account had been standing a very long time. Tit-Bits.

Less than 700 years ngo, or say 20 generations back, each person now liv ing had ancestors numbering 000,000. Nine generations back his an cestors numbered over J.C00. SVMlt Sue sunk on her kneeu before the fire. that walls have ears. I'll buy your children and your husband, and anything you want, but don't say that again.

"Go to Smithville and see what the mother and sister of Bruce say? Weil. Mag, we'll see about that I have faith in you, for you expect me to restore your children, and I'll do it, Mag, I'll do it. I wonder if Tom Hill is all right "Ah, the 10th of October is here. Now, it, is night, and we will walk in at the chapel door; there is the priest in his white robes, and there is Clara leaning on her father's arm. How beautiful she is here is Fannie on my arm.

What! Clarence and my cousin first? That's well. Why. now they are man and wifev and Clam and I stand before the altar. "Who is that! Who is that! What! Black Beard? Seize the murderer of John Loyd! What, me! Help' help!" And from the bed leaped Herbert again, his eyes staring and hb whole frame quaking. "Thank Cod! Thank God! it's day-l'ght.

Not. for the world would close niy eyes again. I must send Mag to Smithville; I can't stand this. Ye gods, I am whiter than these, walls. What; eight o'clock? Had I waked at the usual time, I would have been spared half of that horrid dream.

Why, I can hardly stand, and I nm wriogir.r; wet. Aunt Mag! Aunt Mag! keep your idle thoughts at home." When Herbert entered the dining-room Fannie was seated at the table. "Good morning, Fann'e." "Good morning, cousin why, how like a ghost you look. Are you iU?" "I am not weil. Fannie, and rested poorly.

1 am going to today to see Dr. Davis; do you wish to eo'r "Xo. Herbert, I don't wish to see the nlace soon, and yet. I have spent many happy hours there, when my dear father was alive. What a very fie in! one must be to murder a defenseless old man.

Why, father never would have dreamed that, he stood in danger from Angus Bruce." "His infatuation for Miss Hill made lnm desperate," said Herbert. "He.