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of the hat were skins of animals, arti WITCHES IN ALASKA. BOOTHS IN HISTORY. FIGHT TO THE DEATH cles of household economy and several uncompleted willow flan traps. Sub- nonded bv a cord from the ton of t'i 'EDWIN'S LIFE WAS CLOUDED BY MAN AND IN A LIFE SAD STATE OF AFFAIRS AMONQ THE NATIVES. PANTHER BATTLE.

HIS BROTHER'S CRIME. nut the thaman's tom-tom and woo, len rattle proclaimed his calling. He never us as we landed and np- protvenea tne tupoc, out Kept his eyes steadily fixed in the sua until it sud THE MKDIC1NU MEN PHEV UPON tBE ASSASSINATION OF XTNCOLN BV s' plot of blood-soaked ground, lay full-grown panther, dead, with a short-blnded knife driven to the haft behind tho left foreshoulder. Taking in the situation in an instant, tho rescuers ran to Tower, of course, that he was dead, but they-were overjoyed to find that there was still enough blood left in his veins to create a pulse, it took those men of the mountains but a few moments to construct a litter of mauzanita boughs and placing Tower's almost lifeless body upon it, they earried him down the mountain to the ranch, where he soon showed signs of recovery. TER1UBLE BATTLE IN THE MURI-ETA FOOTHILLS, J.

WJLKK8 BOOTH H3NOHANCE denly sank from view. The moment the sun was out of sight the flap of the tent was drawn And Almost Cante Wholesale Sulolde- And now It Changed the TMa of Blameless, but Persecuted Brothei tight and the view of the interior was suddenly shut off. The rest of tho natives wera seated in a seini-circle Native Accused of Ilelng Bewitched Crouching at Its Lalr the Fnrlons Beast Sprang Upon Its Victim, Burying Its Claws and Teeth Deep In His Flesh. The Grave of J. Ullkoe OUootk In the bj the Cotton Mathers of Onr North- some twenty-five feet away from and Baltimore Cemetery, era Territory.

facing the tupeo, and our party joined tion of Wilkes IWth. (He was constantly saying, "The roan who' fired the Kphesian Dome will' outlive in memory the man who built it." It wns Friday that' Booth assassinated Lincoln. It was Friday Unit Ford's Opera House crumbled to the ground. Mr. Booth's friends are 'inclined to doubt the story of the rejection by Edwin of hts brother body after the latter had been killed by Sergeant Boston Corbett.

They say that in Oreenmount Cemetery, near Baltimore, Edwin Booth long ago erected a handsome monument to his father and mother. In this same lot are burled several of his brothers and sisters, who are named on the granite shaft There is one unmarked 'grave near the edge of the lot that is covered by a thick growth of laurel. The other graves arc overgrown with ivy. It is strongly suspected that this laurel-hidden grave contains the body of John Wilkes Booth. It is not generally known that Edwin Booth onoe saved the life of Robert T.

Lincoln, sonf the martyred President. In 1870 John T. Ford, tho Baltimore manager, had a traveling theatrical company in the South, of tnem ana sat down to await develop. II (RECENT BITTEN. BY WHAT? meats.

Soon from the interior the soft tapping of the shaman with the death Edwin HE MOST TnRIL-ling story of a fight to the death be Booth, ithe trage While In Swimming a Small Boy Has fleshy part of Jits hand on the tom-tom and the weird chanting of his wives in dian, recalled one of the most sensa tween a man and a panther, told this season, comes from unison could be neard. Gradually the noise Increased in volume and the tionul events In the country's -history. Yet very little, has HE NATIVES OF Alaska are strong believers in witch oraft. Making medicine to cast out evil spirits la a leading industry Among the uncivilized tribes. There is not, however, a case on record where natives supposed to be pos an Adrenture.

An animal of some kind inflicted a serious wound on little Willie Costello while he was swimming with a number of companions in one of the ponds near Murtha's brick works, Nicetown, the other day. The little fellow's screams for help attracted the attention of Policemen Betzold and Wray, and when they ar voices of the singors were i aised until they were apparently roused to a state of frenzy. Suddenly the flap of the tent was thrown aside and the shaman was disclosed Inside divested of all his cloth Murieta, California. Tom Tower, a ranchman and the hero of the encounter, will all his life wear the marks of been said ox the as-sasslmaitionof President Lincoln by J. Wilkes Booth, brother of the great his fight to the actor.

In telling ing except a small piece of cloth bound around his loins, beating his tom-tou and howling at the full extent of his death. A few morn sessed of supernatural powers have ings ago Tower and a companion left which Mr. Booth was the star. lungs. At Bowling Green, it happened Jlurleta for a forenoon hunt in the oothills.

Before an hour had passed they became separated and meeting that Mr. Lincoln and Air. Booth wera One of his wives was still seated near him with closed eyes, while the other old hag had assumed a kneeling posture, and with outstretched hands waiting for a train. Neither was been put to death, as was the custom In the New England states a few centuries ago. Yet the -superstition is bad enough.

The whites are endeavoring to wipe the -evil out During the year 1885 Gov. Bwineford, on one of his official visits of inspection, touched at the native village of Au- aware of the other's (presence. Mr, was swaying from side to side, keep Lincoln had strayed on a switching track. An en cine came and he ing time with the barbarous chant. wun poor success rowei companion returned to the ranch.

His companion continued his hunt into the foothills and at noon entered a little clearing some miles distant from Murieta. As he came into the opening a huge panther arose from its rthe story of Edwin Booth's life it would be trifling- with hSstory mot to urefer to the one incident which 'threw a-shadow of gloom over it. Prior to the sad event Booth was a gray and careless young man, who only saw the bright side of things. After the assassination of Lincoln he wts iaustere. tiring- and moody.

Even his i most ntimate friends rarely saw himismile 1 efter years. All the Interest he had n'life he gave to the stage, asad last i le'ibught down the unjust prejudices fif so-called Americans who seemed to ook uponchim as a sort of an accomplice of his brother. The nequeoaW.it-trarsts of ill-feeling pained him daejly, would have undoubtedly been struck At the moment when the tent flap was and probably killed had not Mr, withdrawn the woman sitting on the Booth, with a quick movement, pushed right oi tne shaman threw a handful of inflammable tinder on the smolder him out of harm's way. lair with a growl that told of a raven rived 10-year-old Peter J. Connelly, Edward P.

Donnelly of 4244 German-town Avenue, Willie Enders and Frank Johnson of Nice street were pulling young Costello up on the bank of the pond. Costello had been enjoying his swim, when he gave a scream that startled the others and caused all of them to flee from pond, excepting those who assisted him from the water. The animal which bit him first seized him by the right foot and immediately afterwards by the calf of the left leg and clung to him for about a minute and only let go after he had kicked and struggled desperately to free himself. A slice of flesh almost an inch square was torn from the calf of the leg. Several policemen and a dozen of citizens were soon at work with grappling hooks trying to capture the creature that wounded the boy, but nothing was found.

The pond has been full of big catfish. It is thought that the boy was bitten by a snapping Air. Lincoln thanked his preserver ing embers of a fire in front of the ous desire for a meal of human flesh. warmly. Some time elapsed before he tupej and a brilliant flame shot up Tower gazed for an instant utterly discovered the name of tbe man who paralyzed with fright.

Then he rap. ward, illuminating the scene and giving it a very dramatic and startling had come to his rescue. idly took stock of his situation, keep In 1867 Mr. Booth was presented enect. ing his eyes on the huge beast that with what is known as 'the Hamlet was crouching with its yellow belly to the ground, lashing the short sage medal.

The presentation was made on the stage or the Winter Harden with its long, flexible tail, its short Theater. One of the donore, ex-Judge ears flattened to its head, snarling, showing its terrible long, white fangs, Charles P. Daly, acted as one of Mr. Booth's pall-bearers. goon, near Sitka, where he found the population in a state -of terrorism caused by the actions of a shaman, who had accused certain members of the community of having bewitched one of his patients and so caused his death.

The accused persons, fully believing the shaman was right, were on the point of committing suicide as an atonement for their crime, when the opportune arrival of the Governor put a stop to the proceedings. An Investigation was held and in order to show the natives that the power of the shaman was mythical, and to punish him for his action, it was determined to have his head shorn of the big matted locks which are the distinguishing mark of supernatural power. In spite of the warning that the shaman's evil spirits would strike any one dead who should attempt this act of desecration, the governor proceeded to do his duty in the presence of the entire village, and in this way destroyed forever the influence of the impostor in this locality at least. It was my good fortune to be thrown and the long body swaying preparatory The Hamlet medal one of lor a resistless leap. There was no way for Tower to escape.

The brute the treasures of the Club. It is gold, oval in shape, surrounded by a golden ser- would be on him in another moment, and there was no possible help within miles. There was nothing to do but SHE WAS INSANE. fight. His weapons consisted of a double-barreled suotcrun loaded with Terrible Crime of a Woman in West fine shot, a short, stout-bladed knife, Virginia Town.

One of the most sensational tracedlea two good arms, a Btrong.athletic frame and an abundance of clear, true grit that have ever occurred in West Vir ginia took place last week at Pleasant Hill. Mrs. Phillip ICrech. wife of a But what of his antagonist that would be upon him in another instant? A well-to-do-farmer, while in a tern- sinewy, supple, powerful body, paws that could crush the skull of an ox, in contact with several shamans while exploring a portion of Alaska never AT INCANTATIONS. jaws that could bite through his th'gh with one crunch, and a thick, tawny Eorary fit of insanity, killed four of er children and then attempted to murder the rest of the family, eight in all.

Then she committed suicide by drowninfir. The children wera The natives sitting near me were hide that would afford successful re. before visited by white men and while I am sure some of them implicitly be trembling with excitement, and even Sent In the center is theheadjof ooth as Hamlet. At the top is the Danish crown, from which depend two wreaths of laurel and myrtle. 'The pin from which the medal hangs bears the head of Shakespeare between two other heads symbolizing tragedy comedy.

Nowhere is the death of Mr. Booth felt so keenly as at the Players' Club. This was not only his creation, but his home, and there the manifold good qualities of the man are known by those who have learned to prize his friendship. In addition to giving the home Mr. Booth also presented the club with his handsome library.

To those who knew Mr. Booth simply as an actor he has left several chapters on the drama. While they are several years old, having been printed in 18S(i, yet from the fact that they partake largely of the nature of an autobiography will be additionally prized by the lovers of the Booth school. These literary contributions are devoted to a review of the older Booth and of Edmund Kean. In the latter lieved in their supernatural powers, sistance to those pitifully small shot While taking this in my faithful guide and ally, Tah-tah- others, I am equally confident, were ventory iTower never removed drowned and poisoned.

Before putting her children out of the way Mrs. Krech went to her eldest daughter, Mollie, and told her that she. the rok, was evidently shaking in his boots. Now the shaman paused and seemed to be asking a question of some his gaze from those great yel simply gifted with a superior amount of intelligence, and knew how to use low eyes glaring at him from the ground, not five yards distant His it to the best advantage. mother, thought she would die.

and My guide and interpreter, a bright aid not want to only hope was to blind the brute with spirit of the air. As if in answer the dark form of a raven flew out from behind the hut, and with a dismal croak disapoeared in the gloom of the the shot, lie had been standing ma leave her children. She further in young half-breed, who was perfectly familiar with the peculiar beliefs of the natives, advised me to always cultivate the shaman wherever we com forest beyond. formed her daughter that she had This incident was enough to startle municated with a native village, and even more intelligent people than never to laucrh at his performances if JOHN WILKES BOOTH MAKC ANTONY. but at the same time strengthened his determination to win, and at last when he conquered there was no more in life to interest him.

Within the past few years he said he would like to die and there are none who were his intimate friends but who will say he could have lir.ed many years longer had he not so fervently loncred for the coming of the messenger. Few know anything about his tms igious belief. His most intimate friend, discussing the matter, said the other day: "Booth was a Spiritualist, and believed he was being assisted by certain friends in the other life. For ten years he lived more in that other life than is. the material.

Only when he played hi part were all his forces centered on earth. As soon as the curtain would ring down on the last scene his mind would wander into the spirit world again. He prayed earn given poison to two of her young sons. these savages, and I was not surprised t') see the eff ect it had on them. With one accord the crowd rose and moved we desired to get any assistance, and I found the advice was very good.

On "Now, we will away from the place, and fearing our all jump into the years of the former's career Edwin was closely connected with him. The well," exclaimed the despondent presence might cause trouble with the natives while in their present state of excitement our party withdrew to our one occasion, alter toiling up against the rapid current of an icy stream one day, alternately paddling and dragging our boat through the rapids, we came to a fishing village situated on a sandy bar in the middle of the stream, younger Booth never saw Kean, and mother. writes of him only from information Mollie followed side of the river, leavin? the siiaman howling and beating his tom-tom in her to the front of MBS. KKECH. gathered from his father and mother.

He says that while his father and Kean were bitter lenemies for years, triumph. the house just in time to see her nick The next morning we learned that up the iO-months-old baby and dash it yet when the latter paid his last visit into tne wen, which had in it eight feet of water. She then picked to this country the two oia actors em so potent had been the warning received by the witch doator that not a native could be hired at any price to guide us to the Jade Mountain. ana concluded to camp. We were 6oon surrounded by a group of the natives, and in the outskirts of the crowd I recognized the shaman, who evidently did not relish our visit half as much as the other natives.

I gent Tah-tah-rok to him with a present of tobacco, but it was declined, and when our guide returned he brought word that the shaman was telling his up a 3-year-old child and threw it into the well also. Then the crazy woman took another of her children, a K. li. AlOREY. A SALOON TRAGEDY, boy 8 ye-irs old, but Mollie rescued him from the mother's grasp.

She tried to throw Mollie into the cistern, but after a desperate strucrcle the trirl Martin O'Neill Held for a Most Horrible THE STRUGGLE FOB LIFE. Crime. Martin O'Neill, ah employe of the Union Iron Works, San Francisco, is succeeded in escaping. By this time the two children who were in the well were dead. The two bovs to whom tionless, fearing that the slightest awaitinir trial for one of the most re' movement might precipitate that terrible leap.

But now the silence was she had given poison died on the floor. The other children, with the exception volting crimes ever perpetrated on the Pacific slope. O'Neill is a young man of twenty-four, and until the discovery of his awful crime enjoyed a good rep broken by the sharp click of the cocked gun, and, with a quick downward movement of his left hand ef Mollie, had run to an uncle for help. Then Mrs. Krech, seeing that she could destroy no more of her children, jumped into the well herself.

Mollie saw her and exerted her utmost utation among those who knew him loosened the knife in his belt, then braced himself for the catapult It was not long delayed. With the first His victim was Miss Kate Grilles, wife of a reporter employed on one of the local papers. The woman was found people that if we started a fire on the peach it would kill all the fish in the river and they would all starve. We sent word in return that we had no intention of starting a lire on the beach, as we did not want to hurt the fish, and that we carried our fires locked up in our boat. Would the shaman not come and see it and drink a cup of tea with the white man, who was anxious to see him and have a talk? Curiosity finally overcame his dignity, and the shaman followed Tah-tah-rok to our camp, and while the rest of the natives were kept on the beach the shaman was allowed to go on board our boat and witness the mysterious rite of boiling water over an alcohol lamp.

During the operation he sat huddled up in one end of the boat and watched with the keenest interest every motion that was made. and. finallv. when tho tea was movement by Tower the panther had crouched lower, its body trembling strength to save her mother by seizing her by her clothing as she hung over the edge of the well, but at last the desperate woman freed in a ovine condition in a private room more violently, and now it sprang in in a saloon on the harbor front, and to the air with a cry between a roar died while being removed to the hospital. It was known that O'Neill had herself from her daughter's hands and plunged to her death.

and a scream. As it left the ground Tower fired the right barrel into the estly and of i en, but never went to church and refused to see a preacher when the final summons came. He believed in deeds, not creeds, like many good men who have gone before him, and bad no fears of judgment," I have known Mr. Booth since before the war. His brother, Wilkes, was my particular friend, and it was through him that I met Edwin.

At that time I lived in Boston. Edwin did not differ much from other young men. lie had no serious vices, nor was he particularly Btudious. He worked hard when there was work to be done, and in his idle minutes he associated with boys of kindred tastes. He never was much of a drinker, so far as I ever knew.

In those youthful days his favorite tonic was a gin fizz, I never knew a company with which Booth was connected to meet with a mishap from drink but one. That was, I think, in 1863, when he was playing "Hamlet" at the Winter Garden Theater, in New York city. Booth was Hamlet, John Wilkinson was the King, and a celebrated actress essayed the part of the Queen. This woman was the greatest of American artistes, but her appetite for drink was strong. She got a bottle of brandy in her dressing room, and during the second act became overpowered.

At the time it was said that Booth himself was the cause of the curtain suddenly descending. Booth was the most charitable man the profession has ever known. His private gifts to indigent actors and actresses would foot up to a good-sized fortune. I remember one instance that came under my personal observation. Booth was playing in San Francisco, under the management of Charles Thayer.

A certain man in his company got into trouble and appealed to beast's front and then jumped nimbly to one side. The brute screamed PRAYED FOR WISDOM. acain while yet in the air, and as it struck the ground, tore at its head And the Prisoner at the Bar Got a New with its paws and bit at that sharp Lease of Life. Stinging pain in its breast. Tower The second trial of Sylvester Howe.

Deen in tne saioon with her, and he was accordingly arrested, though it was believed for some time that the woman had died from natural causes, as no marks of violence were' found upon her until an autopsy was held. Then it was discov- had only time to step baclc three or eharged with murder in the first degree, ended at West Union, Ohio, the four paces when the maddened ani mal sprang again, and again met the full force of the second load of shot fired by that steady hand, and again did Tower leap to one side, at the ready and we sat down comfortably to drink it, he did what a real shaman never does he smiled on us in the most childlike manner possible, and from that moment was always ready to help us along whenever his serdces were required. Later on I sent some of the river natives of our party to the village and attempted to open negotiations for a fuide to show us to the Jade Mountain, an hour they returned with word that the shaman had consented to same time throwing open the. breech of his gun and reaching to his belt for other day. Howe's crime was the murder of as.

Shaw on lower Twin Creek, in Upper Green Township, on July 8, 1892, and the jury in the Common' Pleas Court convicted him of murder in the first degree at the January term and he was more cartridges. But the panther did not delay the third leap. It had hardly touched tho ground when it was up, and this time reached its victim, striking Tower full in the breast and sinking its fangs with a crunching snarl deep into his left shoulder. Down they went, locked a deadly embrace in a fight for life in that secluded spot on the side of a lonely mountain, and witnessed only by the robins sitting motionless in mute surprise on the bushes. As the two went down Tower grasped his short knife, and as the fangs of his sentenced to hang sti.

vaster howe and the Circuit Court in April heard the case on error and cave Howe a new trial. At the second trial the jury reported that they could not agree. When the jury returned to their room, and before taking any action on the case, an earnest prayer was offered by one of the jurors that their deliberations might be JTOIUS BRUTUS BOOTH AS CAIUS CASSIUS. braced and made up. This appears to have pleased the younger man, who has always possessed a forgiving dig position.

J. II. Mead. LET US BE THANKFUL. An Idiotic College Society Passes Oat of Existence The famous Dickey Society of Harvard College is extinct, and there will be no more burnings of candidates with lighted cigars, no more freaks blacking boots on Boston streets, no more wealthy sons parading in straw hats and tennis suits and leading poodle dogs on a wintry day.

Not only has the Dickey practically taken its own life, but it has placed in jeopardy the existence of the institute of 1770, and has widened the gulf of jealousy between the three most powerful secret organizations at Harvard, the Alpha Delta Phi, Zeta Psi and the Delta Phi. It was simply a matter of internal disorder. Every year just before the class races ten freshmen are elected to membership. To this first ten is given the power, in their sophomore year, of electing ten members of this class. Then these twenty members elect ten more of their brethren, and so on until sixty members are on the list.

If the first ten are not elected, the others cannot be, and as the Dickey is a sophomore society, none of the older members can do the business. The first ten have not been elected, and the Dickey is consequently dead. Jumped from Brooklyn Bridge. A typical Cherry Hill tough, John Haggei ty by name, who has passed his life in barrooms and on the East Kiver docks, jumped from the Brooklyn bridge to the river the other afternoon on a wager of a pint of beer. He was not injured in the slightest way.

He was drunk when he accomplished the feat, and in the same condition when landed in the police station a few minutes after his leap. II agger ty is a short, thick-set fellow of 22 years, whose pugnacious ways have won him the soubriquet in Cherry Hill society of "Jack, the dog." Tl jump was from a point 'about 100 feet west of the New York tower, and the distance to the water Is about 130 xset antagonist met in his shoulder, drove it to the haft in the animal's side. With a scream of pain the panther released its hold, only to seize him again. Over and over they rolled, the panther tear marked by wisdom. The ballot of the jury stood from first to last, eleven for conviction of murder in the first de gree, one for any lower erade or crime.

THi5 murdereh. ered that a wooden handle attached to a bouquet of flowers had been thrust into her body and bent and twisted until a great gash had been torn in the flesh and her internal organs mutilated in a most hor--rible manner. Parts of the bouquet were found imbedded in her stomach. The fiendish work of the murderer had produced internal hemorrhage, which resulted in death in a short time. Mrs.

Grifles formerly lived in Philadelphia, but came here some years ago and had been living in the bay. with her husband and 0-year-old daughter. She was a young woman of very attractive appearance. Recently i-he had become addicted to the use of intoxicating liquors and had been in the habit of visiting the saloon in which she met her death. While coming to San Franoisco on the ferryboat one evening she met O'Neill, with whom she had a slight acquaintance.

He invited Mrs. Griffes to the saloon and they remained there together several hours, during which time they drank a great deal and became very much intoxicated, especially the man. It is not known definitely just how the crime occurred, but there is every reason to believe that O'Neill frenzied by liquor, finally attempted to assault Mrs. Griff es, and when she resisted, he picked up the bouquet tho wooden handle, which was the only thing in the nature of a weapon in the room, and made the brutal attack. The woman made no outcry, and after O'Neill had completed the horrible mutilation he left the saloon, and the deed was not discovered until the bartender had occasion to enter the room.

The original American flag waved la Chicago July 4. ing at Tower's limbs and vita's with Its cruel claws and crushing his arm and shoulder with its powerful jaws. Tower managed to keep his arm free, aud plied it rapidly. Again and again did he drive the knife to the hilt in the animal's neck and side, the hot Her Langs Bare. A remarkable case of vitality is at tracting the attention of the medical profession of Louisville.

It is that of blood gushing over him at every stroke. Agnes Ituffner, of Sinton, 111., a private patient at the City Hospital, who as the afternoon waned and Tower Is suffering from a cancer. The left did not return, his friend at the ranch became anxious aud, with three of tho men, started on a search for his absent side has been eaten almost entirely leaving bare the lungs and ribs. The heart is only protected by a thin membrane, and its beating can easily CUTTING THE SHAMAN'S HAIR. "make medicine" after the sun went down, and they would then learn if it would be possible to visit the mountain without danger.

I was graciously invited to be present if I would not bring nny of my magic boxes with me, and would give the shaman some tobacco and beads for his wives, Accordingly when the sun was just disappearing below the horizon I crossed the stream and landed at the village. Near the center of the group of summer huts that of the shaman was conspicuous on account of its size. The front flap of the tentlike covering of the tupec was drawn aside and the shaman was seated inside with his eyes turned toward the sinking sun. His two wives, with eyes closed, u'nranafAd fLnrl nn An.fh fin of him comrade. Going first to the place where they had separated, the search-i rs took the trail and had no diffi culty in following it, his footprints being plainly distinguished in the soil.

After a tramp oi two hours they forced their wav through a thieket and KIWIS THOMAS BOOTH AS BRUTUS. him for assistance. He was asked to wait until the week was over, which he did. At the end of that time Booth's share of the receipts was for which he received a check from Thayer. He indorsed the check and handed it to the needy member of his company, with the request to use what he wanted of it He was a man who did not know the value of money when he had friend in distress.

I cannot help thinking of a quota- be seen. fjeth trot a Rat Bite. Mrs. J. T.

Ford died at her home, sne mile eet ef Richmond, the ether day from blood by a rat bite ten days ago. She was the mother of the notorious Bob and Oharley Ford, who killed Jesse James at 8t Joseph, under a contract, yith tho then Governor (now Consul Oeaeral to Mexico) Crittenden. found in a little opening an explanation of their friend's absence. There he lay, face downward In the dirt, his clothing almost torn from his body or pasted to the flesh by great clots of dried blood that had poured from deep gaping wounds. A few feet away, on and strewn about him over the interior.