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NOW I LAY ME DOWN TO SLEEP. “Now I lay rue down to sleep,” Lisped my boy, his evening prayer. And the blue eyes soft ;i:id tender Glistened bright, thro’ tangled i.alr. “Mamma, does God hear me asU him To be goftd to yon ? 1 fear He don't see us. tho’ yon tell me He is always liov’r gi i,ir “Does he know how hard I struggled. Tho' I got my j>. pars late. Little boys, you know, can’t hurry. But for larger oues must wait. “Tried so.hard to tell them, mamma, 'Cause l wanted to help you. And some meti would frown so at me, Tho' my papers were all new. “When I held them up in passing. And cried ‘Papers: buy one. pleaseP *No, you Prjjnp, shut up your st(nailing; Give a man some rest and case.’ '* And the precious eyes closed softly O'er the trials of the day;||& , Angeis guard his peaceful slumbers TOl the morrow’s dawning ray O! from these dear patient children Who would earn their daily bread. Turn ye not, but list their pleading. Let a tender word be said. Smile upon them, cheer and bless them. Our dear Saviour loves them. too. And from ids own image inode them. Just as he did ail of you. Tho' your path be strewn with flowery Your heart filled with pleasure bright, O! forget not those less favored. Who must earn their bread to-night, TIIE OLD CLO' HAN. “Oh, such pretty vases, mamma!” said Fanny, nearly throwing herself out of tho Window, in her eagerness to look after an old clothes man, who with his bag upon his chonlder, and his basket of brittle ware upon his arm, was just that moment passing the door. “Such pretty, pretty vasesl Do lot me have one, mammal’’ Now, l never, on any account, encourage one of those people. 1 have hitherto made it a positive rule never to allow one of them to cross my threshold. Yet, somehow, Fanny’s eyes—they are just like Psalter’s—looked so coaxingly into mine that, before 1 had taken a moment to consider about it, 1 opened the door; and the minute 1 did so, of course, the dd clothes man came straight up the stairs, with his “Old clol old sboenl Eny tings to change dis morning, laty f” Aa I bad opened the door, I thought it could do no harm to humor Fanny, just tor once, you know; so, telling the man to wait a moment, and bidding Funny, in a whisper, sot to leave the hall until I came back (for I was afraid the man ipight meddle with some thing while 1 was gone), 1 ran up stairs and was soon engaged in inspecting the contents of a musty old wardrobe in the luml»er room. There was an old office coat of Psalter’s terri bly out at elliows; an old vest of brother John’s, totally destitute of pockets; a little frock of Fanny’s, which she had outgrown a year before; and a broche shawl of my own, which had been spotted with rain, and which I h«d placed in the wardrobe in a St of im patience, pretending to myself that it was Utterly ruined. It was the only thing of any value there, and, in fact, it was so good that 1 hesitated about producing it on the present occasiou. 1 turned it about and looked at it over and over again. The center was the only part which was stained. 1 could rip the border off and have it dyed, and my shawl would be as good as new again. But then it was so much trouble, and I had a very pretty shawl and a cloak and beaded wrap besides. So I did feel afraid that it would be wrong to dis pose of it for next to nothing. While I was deliberating on the subject, I beard some one beside me say, '‘Why don’t you come, mammaf” an 1 there, if you’ll be lieve me, stood that disobedient child, not withstanding I had told her not to leave the -ball on any account. There she was, and the old clothes man was alone down stairs. I declare I bod half a mind to shake her welL I ran down stairs immediately. There stood the peddler just where 1 had left him, rubbing his bands one over the other, and looking so steadfastly at nothing that he really seemed to have a cast in one of his eyes and a squint in the other. Ughl what a villainous looking face he had—it absolutely made me shudder. Ho lifted the coat from tfee choir upon which 1 bod laid it, and held it at arm’s length with a supercilious air. “Ahl” he said, “datisgoot for nothings, iaty Dat ish not goat for rags. I got very pretty tings in my basket. Laty, any old do’s, old shoes—anyting else, laty? Little laty. want pretty tings out nv my basket?” “Here’s a frock,” said Fanny, “and a vest of Uncle John’s, and a shawl of ma’s.” “Ah I” grunted the man. “Tho frock is no goot—not worth nothings. Tho vest was no use mit me. The shawl was leetle petter, .laty. Vot you vant for himi” “I want a pretty vase,” said Fanny. “Ahl leetle laty,” said the peddler, *T makes no monish mit you—yon too hard on - me. Veil, veil, I takes do clo’s. Dey ish worth nothing, most nothing, laty, and I give you dis vase. I make myself poor bar gain, leetle laty. Ughl 1 make no monish mit your’ and with innumerable jerks and moves and gesticulations bo thrust a little vasp, with a very gaudy pattern printed on the front, int~ *lio child’s hand and began to gather up the articles from the floor where be had dropped them. Just then I happened to glance through the window, and saw to my chagrin two of my most fashionable acquaintances coming up the street; anrl really, for tho moment, I would not havo cared how much the man had cheated me, so that 1 got him out of the bouse before they camo up. Ho did go at last, although bo came back after they wero in the hall to say: “Nest time you has petter tings, laty; then wc make petter bargains. I mako no monish mit you this day, laty. Good-by. 1 come next week—den you hash petter tings.” At which speech Sirs. Japonica rolled up her eyes and asked mo what the man meant; and Miss Cornelia Japonica “wondered I didn’t move nearer Fifth avenuo, where 1 would not bo subject to tho intrusions of such people.” The Japonicas stood a good whilo and talk ed away about all manner of fashionable nothings—tho last concert-and the lust party at Mrs. Highflyer’s—how sweetly Screecbo- L : ni sang, and how elegantly Miss Wilkins was dressed the other day. Bv the time they went Clara and Rosa and Dick were homo from school, and Fanny was crying for lunch. So my time was pretty well occupied for an hour or more, and 1 forgot all about the old peddler until Rosa began to fidget about tho room and rummage my work box and desk for something she had lost. • “What are you looking for, Rosaf” 1 said, rather impatiently, ns slio overset a box of cotton. “I wish you would be more carefu “It’s all Fanny’s fault, mu. I told, l to touch it till 1 casao home,”, answered Rosa. “I don’t care,” said Fanny; “it-was mine, too.” “It was more mine,” said Rosa, “beenuso Pm the biggest— warn’t it, mi!" “What are you speaking of?” 1 inquired. •What was more yours!” j. “Why, tho money pa gave us to play store the doer. I’ll go and look there.” She went, but of cours-o didn’t find it. I do declare I had to laugh when I thought how disappoint--il the old peddler would feel when he found oik that tho bill was worthless. I quite enjoyed it. My merriment was shortened, however, for : not fifteen minutes after 1 discovered that a new vest of Psalter’s, which he bail only 1 broc-’b* homo the day before, and which I * work basket until I should find time to se. the buckle at the back a little i fa. i uer forward, was missing. I searched everywhere, but the vest was j nowhere in tho house. Such a beautiful I thing as it was, too, and Psalter had given j more for it than I had ever known hits to give for a vest before, because he admired it so—to think that it should be lost through my own foolish carelessness, for of course I knew that old peddler had it! I never felt so distressed in all my life about such a thing. I would far rather have lost my own velvet bonnet, or even my best dress. I would willingly have had my hair cut short off all the way round, like a boy’s, to have had it. back again, and I’m sure I couldn’t say more than that. Glad as I always am to hear Psalter’s step upon the sidewalk, I “almost dreaded to hear it that uigbt, for I should have'to tell him all about it; and though I knew he wouldn’t scold, yet, dear me! 1 did feel so ashamed of my stupidity. The first thing Fanny did when she beard her father getting his latchkey into the key hole was to run, with her vase in her hand, down to the entry to show her bargain to •him, and, tripping over the rug, down she came just as he opened the door, smashing the china and cutting her poor little lip ter ribly. There was an end of the vase, and he£ lamentations over her broken toy and cut lip were deafening, and while trying to soothe her I forgot all about the peddler and vest both for a little time. Peace was restored, - and I was just filling the teapot when Brother John arrived, looking exceedingly compla cent, and carrying a parcel under his arm, which he laid upon the sofa. “What is in that paper. Uncle John?” said Fanny, inquisitive as usual, trying to untie the cord which fastened the package. “That is my new vest, Fan,” said John, untying the string himself. - At the word “vest,” my heart sank like a lamp of lead. “Oh, dear!” I thought, “the time is com ing. I must tell now, very soon." “It is just like yours, Psalter," said John. “You know how I admired that. Well, by a rare piece of good fortune, an old fellow of fered me just such a one this morning, and I bought it. I don’t believe you could tell the two apart.” ' ■ \nd ho held up a vest so like Psalter’s that it seemed absolutely the same. “The old fellow had a lovely shawl, which he said was a wonderful bargain—only $51 It is just the color of -the one you were so partial to, that was stained, or spotted,- or something, so 1 thought I’d bring it up to you." V He held it toward me; but when I took it in my hand, good gracious! it was—no, it couldn’t be-ryes, it absolutely was the very shawl I bad given to the old peddler man for Fanny’s vase. The spots were taken out and it had been brushed and ironed, but it was the very same. John did not notice my agitation, but went on: ' “I think my vest came to less than yours did. Psalter. Let me see. I gave him a $10 note and ho gave me this in change. I hope it is good." And John drew from his pocket a note marked with red ink on the back. “-Why, Uncle John," cried Rosa, tho mo ment her eyes fell upon the bill, “where did you find my money f’ “Your money, child?" cried John, aston ished. “Your money!" “Yes, uncle—my bad money that pa gave me to play with. Don’t yon see the red let ters on the back—bad—that pa put there P’ John turned the note over on the other side. “The child is right,” he said. “"What does all this meant” While he was looking at the note with all his might I reached over and picked up tho vest, turned it on the wrong side, and there, sure enough,'wero Psalter’s initials, written in indelible ink by my own hands that very morning. “Of whom did you buy these things, John!” I asked. “Oh, didn’t I tell you?” said John. “An olu man who' said ho kept a large clothing store, but being in poor circumstances was obliged to peddle off the remainder of his stock himself.’’ “Had h6 a nose like our parrot’s beak and eyebrows that went up so?” said Fahny, mak ing two little right angles with her fore fin gers over her eyes; “because if ho had, it’s our old clothes man, and ho got that bill off the hall table.” “Why—what—I can’t mako this out,” said John, completely bewildered. “What do you mean by ‘our old clothes man,’ Fanny?” “Why, a man came td the door with pretty things in a basket,” said Fanny, “and rna gave him a shawl and an old coat for my pretty vase that I broke just now; and after he had gone we found that he had stolen pa’s vest and my bad money, uncle.” “Yes, John," I put in, “and he must have gone straight down town after he left me and sold the articles to you, for that is the only way in which 1 can account for tho fact of your having brought them up again just as ” had made up my mind that I had bidden good-by to them forever.” John’s astonishment beggared description. He stood open mouthed, rumpling his hair with both hands, for more than ten minutes: and. then—but no matter what he said. Suf fice it to say that such invectives of ven geance on the whole race of old clothes spec ulators were never before uttered, and that those hurled on the bead of tho particular one in question amounted to anathemas. Every talo should have a moral, and re member well tho ono affixed to this, all ya housekeepers: “Never deal with old clo’ men, for one peddler is a match for five ordinary females.”—Mary Kyle Dallas. DAME FASHION. OW e t ng Cfir-tsWith an Artistic Tailor and a College Avenue Modiste.—Someof the LatestStylesfor Summer. .•again in men * i will find out si iii*> dress';“■> kt-: An Important Summons. Valet (ringing up the doctor at 11:30 p. m.) —Councilor M sends his compliments and desires you to come to him at onco. Doctor (en dishabille) — Good gracious 1 What is the matter with him? Valet—He wants a fourth hand for a rub ber of wList.—Humoristischo Blaetter. Visitor—That en gine acts very queer ly t it seems to no. Engineer—Quito likely, sir. It Las an ec centric rctL—Harpcc's Bazar. with,” said Rosa. “The bank bill, you know, ma." Psalter had received a bad $5 bill some time before, and, after marking it with red ink, had kept it in his pocket book until a few days before, when be gave it to the children as a rot i Plnything. I had seen it in Fanny's hand I that very morning, just before the clothes man passed the window, and the moment I remembered that 1 guessed where the note had vanished. “Did you have it when you saw your little vase in the man’s basket, Fanny!” I said. “Ot yes, ma:” said Fanny. “I recollect nowI jjut it on the hall table when I opened ■ “Darn tlii i-liion.-.” remarked the proprietor of one of Athens’ most fashionable tail oring establishments yesterday to a Banner man who had casually drop ped in. ‘And \vl17?” asked the reporter with the usual innocence of his tribe. “Because the fashions are a tickle as the women, and are. constantly chang ing,” said the good humored tailor with a hearty laugh. “Well, what are the latest styles in gentlemen’s fashions for this season?” asked the reporter. “Oh. well they are, of course, varied. In the line of dress goods the patterns most worn by fashionable gentlemen now-a-days, is dark diagonal for coat and vest, and stripes or plaids for trou sers. The three button cutaway sack coat is steadily growing in favor. It is a very handsome garment. \ For business suits the plaited blouse with yoke, seems ,to have superseded the usual sack coat,and the most stylish business men everywhere are wearing it. For trousers stripes are still popu lar. Plaids for business suits are much worn in sack and cutaway suits, and are seen on tbe legs of our best dressed men.” Well, what about the negligee shirts that have been so popular?” we asked. “The flannel shirts increase in favor every day,” he said, “as a street -cos tume,-and I don't know of a prettier or more comfortable one. The shirts are striped with large colored stripes and are ornameted witll a flashy Windsor scarf, tied around the throat, and a col ored blazer or belt around the waist. These blazers are quite pretty in theii styles of China silks. I don’t know why the young men of Athens haven’t caught onto them,’hut somehow they don’t seem to have done so.” Well, have the big pants undergone any change ?” No, trousers do not seem inclined to either increase' or diminish in size. They are very popular just as they are and will probably retain their present proportions for sometime.” “And what is the latest in hats?” “Well, straws are the favorites. They are mostly worn /flat sailor-like with straight rim and black and white bands around them. The stiffs or summer derbys are this - uipmer, bell-shaped and are drab colored. The favorite tint being gray’sli blue.” “And serais, what’s the latest get up in them?” Well, if I were a rainbow adorned with the harmonious bleuding of all the colors, I would blush with shame to see Jtie beautiful ties worn this summer. They are variegated of every hue, and are gay, flashy or modest.” Well, what kind of patrons in Ath ens, have you? Are there any extrav agant dressers among the young men here?” “No,there is not a dude in town. But there are lots of well dressed young men here who are as tasty in their fashions as anybody. They are not extravagant but they are neat and stylish. I am glad this is so, for the ultra-fashionable class are'the most troublesome on earth They are the most relentless creatures under the sun, and if a single stitch goes wrong, the suit is to be cut over to please their fancies. Oh no, Athens has no such as tliese Tiie college boys are good patrons T hey all dress well and are always neat and trim. They are good advertisers too, for they become most anything they wear,and anything becomes them.’ We next called on a fashionable dressmaker on C’ollegeJ'avenrie and in quired about the ladies’ style. “What are the ladies wearing tins summer?” was our first question, and judging from the look of utter conster nation that came ovei\£her face, we knew that she was perplexed. “Well, it would take me all the sum mer to answer your question,” she fin ally murmured absent[mindedly, “and by that time they would he wearin something entirely different. To speak briefly and generally, however, that the ladies are prettier gin this summer’ styles, than in any tjjhave ever seen The bustle has been reluctantly given up, but most of the girls still wear steel in fheir skirts. The aecordian or pleat ed dress is very fashionable and take; the place of the extended skirts ver appropriately. ; “Some of the richest and mostbeeom ing toilets are of rich white faille frail- caise, with a long train, narrow skir and short puffed sleeves. This costume may he trimmed with hand of silver embroidery ir.,a design of thistles.” “Then there are many other similar gowns of different- shades of silk. “A new style of riding luibit^has been lately designed by the fashion papers which is fast becoming a favorite one. The material is a steel grey, worsted. The back is -of good length, with the r tastiness* agauee. • - mohr- for tin Fashion; how appropriately rut for extr; is feminine epithet applied to. the up with the styles b-.it ions ” remarked the nronrietor of them. They consult e . i fashion,iiiit j They are always ! never ahead of j omfort and grace more than a gorgeous display of finery, and that’s the way to do.” We thought so too, and left the es tablishment upon the entrance of sever al young ladies, who blushed when they saw us within the sacked precincts of their frequent haunts. ,I: BOY BANK THIEVES. HOUSEKEEPER. * Flow can I tel! her? Dy U-r t .-R-ir; lelvesand whitened wa!L I can guess L-;r By tier dresser; the back staircase and halt And with pleasure Take tier measure sae Keeps her brooms. Or ihe peeping At tbe beeping ack cud unseen rooms. Cy hr r kitchen’s air of neatness. And its general completeness. Where in cleanliness and sweetness Tho rose of order blooms. —Jewish Mess- Of fit A FALSE ALIBI. ATTEMPT TO RO& TEE GAINES VILLE SANK. But'Their Courage Failed Them—Four Lads, Armed and Disguised,Make * Up Their Minds to Havo the Funds—Tho Plot and t How It Worked, Etc. Specia’to The Banner. Gainesville, Ga., July 18.—There was an attempt here last night to rol) the State hank. t Willie Blaekshear, Will Lowery, Charlie McDonald and Holmes Harris concocted a scheme a few days since to coop,the funds. ol‘ the State Banking Company. At one o’clock last night Blaekshear called at the residence of W. . D. Wil liams, the cashier, and stated that the doors of the bank were open. THEY SKIPPED. Mr. Williams hesitated but finally concluded to go to his brother’s house, A. G. Williams, echo is the bookkeeper, when the two repaired to the hank. The delay of Blaekshear excited sus picion, and when the cashier and book keeper arrived at the bank all* but Blaekshear fled and made good their es cape. Blaekshear is in custody, and Deputy Sheriff T. X. llanie is on the ’lookout for the others. ANOTHER ACCOUNT. A most daring attempt was nyule last night to rob the State bank at Gainesville. Four youths, Will Lowery, Joland and all under the age lines, a? ; usn al, and t lie sho ulders are of natural widu th.gj.The Kill i ; :ibout , inches < leep, and is forme* 1 exactly as for a fr< ui tie man’s [n loriiin g eoa't. The buttons are nmneroi is and run within five inc lies c >f the h ottom. ~ The edges are >t it» •lied am! tiie sleeves : are furnish- oil with eufl is. The vest is of white marseil or liner 1, Opel as somewhat lower tl hull t he habit. . and i s about one inch -li orter The 8 kirt is of the same material and Will. Blaekshear, ' Charles ■ Me- Homer Harris, of twenty, enter ed into a plot to blacken their faces and proceed to the back door of the hank. Then it was arranged, they" would send for the cashier, Mr. W. S. Wil liams, and force him at the muzzle of their revolvers to deliver tip the funds in the bank. THE SCHEME GIVEN A WAY. For some reifeo rnwBl aekshea r gave the scheme away to the chief of police, aii^l last night Chief Hanie stationed him self in the. bank. At the expected hour the boys came creeping up to the rear of the .bank with their faces blackened and other wise disguised so as to be unrecogniz able, and hid behind the building away from thejight of the electric lamp. ALL IN JAIL. They then sent a boy after Mr. Wil liams, but before he arrived tliey be came frightened and ran.away. They have all been captured this morning and are now awaiting a preliminary trial for attempted robbe ry- ~ AN OLD SUIT SETTLED AT LAST. A Kentucky Lawsuit that Begun in JL811. Lexington, Ky., July IS.—The term of the circuit court of this county, which has just closed, closed one of tliq oldest suits pending in Kentucky and one of. more .than ordinary intercut, which lias been in the courts since 1811. It is known as that of Wieklifl'e’s execu tors vs. Breekenridge’s heirs. The case has been to the court of appeals several times, and at Jast, after costing in the neighborhood"©!' a million of dollars, it has been decided in favor of the heirs of John Breekenridge. The suit Was originally based upon an alleged contract made between John Lee on the one part and John Breekenridge anti George Nicholas on the other part, dated Aug. 15, 1795, where Lee sold to Nicholas and Breekenridge one half of a tract of land in Clark county, Ky., containing over 9,000 a«res for the Sum of $50 per 100 acres. Henry Clay was coucerneg in-the case originally. The original claim out of which this case arose amounted to only about $5,- 000, but the amount of land involved, the present value on account of the rich iron deposits, and the natural tendency of litigants to fight as long as possible, have combined to keep this case on the docket these many years. The record is very voluminous, and many of the pa pers in the case are rare curiosities, da ting back to the foundation of the Com- monweatb. - FOUL PLAY SUSPECTED. - Sabe Mattox Missing—Fears that He has been Murdered:. Special to,The Banner. Wasiisngton, Ga., July 18.—A negro who lives on Sirs. Sallfe Thomas’-plaee in Elbert county, named Sabe Mattox, J has been missing ever since la-r nesday, and it is feared that he has j foully dealt with. Mrs. Thomas’ house was broken lately and as Sabe was interesting i self J n ferreting out ihe robbery , thought that for this reason the robin made way with him. I His little money and other effect-; : i are in his house, and there is notlii I to indicate that he has run off. Wed into lim it is her- The man who sits down to deliberately plan a crime works every point and detail to one common center—an alibi The law has com mon sense enough in this one particular to presume that a man who is in Boston, for in stance, when a murder is committed in Cin cinnati could not have fired the shot or struck the blow. Therefore, let one accused of crime prove to the jury that he was at some other point at a certain critical hour, and he must be declared innocent. This knowledge makes: the alibi a favorite defense. If not clearly proved it always raises doubts and affords opportunity for argument. On the other hand, however, when an alibi is fairly beaten by the prosecution, then circumstantial evi dence becomes tho death trap of the accused, and he has no show. One of the hest laid alibis I ever ran up against in my career vs a detective, and one of the easiest to work out after 1 got the end of the thread {n band, was put forward in a casein Iowa about twenty years ago. The situation was this: In a small village in tbe western part of tho state lived a Miss Clarin- da Moore, a spinster about 45 years of age. She was worth §50,000, and sho had adopted a boy named Byron Fergus. At the date of which 1 anv writing this boy was no longer a boy, but a young, man of 28. He was em ployed as a clerk in a dry goods hbuse, and boarded and lodged at home. He was adopt ed at the age of 12, and on the day he reached his majority Miss Moore made a will leaving him everything. This fact was known to all in the village. Fergus, was a model young man. No one could point out a singlo bad habit. He was tr-isted and respected by all, and had he been accused of the slightest dis honesty no one would have believed the charge. / A . In a smaller village six miles away Fergus had an aunt who was a widow and lived alone, with the exception of having the com pany of a servant girl. Ho was in the habit of going over there about onco in two months and remaining over Sunday. On theso trips he drove a horse and buggy belonging to the village cooper. Tho horso had a peculiar habit, which will bo described later on. One Saturday evening of a July day Fergus drove away on ono of these trips. There were two or three women at the gate in company with Miss Moofo when he drove away. The only thing out of the usual.run was the remark that Byron looked rather pale and seemed a bit nervous, but probably this would never have been thought of but for what came to pass. 7:..' 'L, At 11 o’clock that night there was a thun der storm, and an insurance agent who was on the road between tho two villages, with horse and buggy, drove into a fence corner and sheltered himself as well as possible with the waterproofs . In the midst of the storm a horse and buggy came along. The driver was so enveloped' by waterproofs that tlioageut could not tell whether he was old or young, large or small, whitoor black. At that spot the road had been lately graded up, and was very soft. The. stranger was urging the horse to trot, but the beast found the mud too deep and could oqly proceed at a walk. As tho strange horse came opposite there was a long, vivid flash of lightning, and the agent saw that the animal had his head turned to the right and his tongue out. This was tho peculiar habit of the cooper’s horse when on a walk. When trotting ho held up his head and kept this tonguo bactf. The qgent identi fied the horse to his perfect satisfaction, and called out.to the driver, asking who ho was. Instead of halting or replying the man struck tho horse sharply with tho ivhip and was out of sight in a moment. “That’s old Siiepperd (the cooper) and he’s afraid I am a highwayman j? laughed tho agent, and, tho rain now beginning to cease, ho made ready to resume his journey. Miss Moore was an early riser, and, more over, never missed church services. As the day was fine and she was not seen at church, two or three of her friends called at the house on their way to ascertain her excuse. They found tho curtains down and tho doors locked. As they knew of young Fergus go ing to his aunt’s the evening previous, they reasoned it out that ho must; have returned during the night for Miss Moore, she perhaps being wanted for an emergency. This theory satisfied them until about 4 o’clock in tho af ternoon, when one of them returned to gather a bouquet of flowers. Sho .then noticed bloody finger marks on tho back door, and, trying the door, found it unlocked. She dared not enter tho house, but two or three men were summoned to make an investiga tion, and in a few minutes it was discovered that a murder had been committed. The dead .body of Miss Moore was found in the sitting room, at the door of her bedroom. Sho had been struck three tef-riblo blows with a club or other blunt weapon, each one break ing the skulL ■ I was visiting the sheriff at this time, and wo wero driving through the village when the first alarm was sounded. I was, there fore, at the house among the' first, and being placed in charge by the sheriff, I kept tho people out until I could make an investiga tion. Tho murderer had not obtained forci ble entry to tho house. Not a singlo article of value had been removed, nor had any ran sacking been done. Tho woman had been struck down where the body lay, but her hands were clenched as if sho had grasped tho weapon of death and it had been pulled away from her. The palm of one hand was torn and bleeding. I did not know either the dead woman or Fergus, bub 1 wanted au thority to arrest the latter. When this fact became known I was regarded as an idiot or a lunatic. A general cry went up that Fergus could no more bo suspected than an angel in I heaven, but whilo the sheriff was left to se cure the necessary papers, I drove out to in- j terview the young tnati and break tho news to him. If Fergus 'was guilty, his defense would be an alibi, and he had carefully ar ranged the details. He wouid bo expecting I the news, and he would bo braced up to play j ! a part. I found him making ready to hitch up to | i drive back. He had never seen mo before, j and he did not know niv profession. As I i entered tho burn he looked startled and j turned pale, but recovered himself after a ; minute, and asked the nature of my business. 1 “You know, of course, that Miss Moore is 1 ; dead?” I carelessly replied. ; | “How—how should I know it:” he exclaim- j ed. turning very white. | : *‘T> ell, she is dead, poor thing.” ! I “And do-they charge me with it?” i “With what!” “Her murder?” ‘ . “I hadn't said she was murdered. I told -•ou -imply Ula KR0V? s ‘ie hud " ;I smooth biS**** m as a t xnnt against : ’ 1 that be should retur^’a ’ Ul ” tho cooper's rig v i,„ a m >'' - 1 shoc-khebraced m ■- meaner on Um wj v 7 nderf «% 2 willingness to fn Ve „ Ha tiou, but at £ *£*5 ■*.. cmng to the theorvn ^ could have been reaching home hT ^,‘ML gnef and emotion d.d.t. It was more ^^ Early the n ext morQ , own mind that FemX Sa ^- drovooutto rived there at 7 o’clock ^ an hour later he compfe^ went to bed, savinr- h b, intd <4 by 9 o’clock! Tfefe 1 the hired girl knock* hour, but, receiving no rJZ, disturb him. He was nXL of the house until 7 o’cbS W The girl was up at 5,2 5 yard she saw that hlsT-diA* 1 -neofhisciothing^^;- At tue barn I found ^ washed clean. Fergus haJ s ; - forenoon. He hadTot^J ^ ' tho horse, however, and If e ' mud on his fetlocks. AsitJr^ day night when he was driven „' 3 must have been picked found the harness stiff and d wet, mtd the cloth cushion still damp. Hunting furth^ , fresh tracks of horse and bu^' v L the barnyard after the raiaThl tho room occupied bv ** roof of the shed. At the S^' roof stood a leach. On tbc«pj f 0 .' 1 and on the roof l found mud ;! « in Fergus’ room l found more of t - scraped and cleaned his boots J, dirt into a stove, whence I rot hri,- aji tu. ip* that I was after proofs. I then t tho sceno of the murder, end nfte search discovered tho place whereat been hitched for sometime. rear of the houso, on an open a tree, aud tho horse had ground aud gnawed tho lark c( s?. The footprints of a man could b w traced across tbe garden, end l haljA that Fergus came and went tbbtra tho fourth day after the funeral i j from thd insurance manwbat p.i' during tho storm, aud then a-wtn, issued and Fergus was taken kto c By this time the townspeople had |*S think it a queer case. Fergus bad --A the house and declared that nothing MB taken. No suspicious characters bitJ noticed’ in tho neighborhood. Je*A; J money had been left lying on the haS showing that tho object could not h»;c-3 plunder. Did the woman have ea csm No, not one, as far as we could lean, |d could profit by her death? KoouktM gus, aud yet this was one of the strong he brought forward. It wasknowtowd of people that she had made her villiH favor. Would not everything he hud a death! To clinch our case and makecireuKtaa evidence good we must show a motii c, Ta seemed hopeless, but I went at tho ta hoping evidence might aid r.e if M was guilty. I examined his persoail t!a over and - over again in scorch of a List,| for two weeks after he had been sent to; discovered nothing. Then I got the where I ought to havo secured it befcm J a drawer in his desk I found several aM tiseinents plainly in tho interest of sriahs One of them read: 2* “A steady young man with $:0.0C3«he;i can double it in one yeai ia a ks!£sdsq| prise. For particulars address boi Ql,” at Another read: If you have cervo and f3,0C3 iac^ make you a millionaire in oa-yecr the fullest investigation before iimstaa for particulars. A third jast hit his case: Are you a young and aabttBsra.(* that you could get ahead if proper’? teb.» I encouraged? Have you any comT tr* ;a I get from one thousand lo'threo tboesai. u*i we will positively guarantee you SM “ for every dollar, and inside o£ u jetr- I felt .sure ho had written sCT3ftk*| parties, blit as 1 c6uld not from them I set out to hunt theBtp'-'rJ son. They were bold faced swin&t they bothered me some, but iatbanl j,- five letters written by Fergus la® them he stated that he wonld K**" money to invest, and expressed to ®* tion at the particulars of the specuau" far as given him. The greed of y was his incentive. The woman, * H been mother and sister to him, cam^i a w lived race, and was in good heal 3, month before her death was told of in the hearing of Fergus that sba ■ to livo to We 90 or ICO years old. death tho voung roan coulu hope nothing, ns she was obliged to j terest of her capital support her. ■ Murderer or not, the boy W? ^ heir, and bo Employed thobest in tho west to -defend him- - might take every dollar if -- {tf g clear him. It was a veritable with all the money and most °- one side, but that web of denco kept drawing doser legist could neither bo broken no P"“ ^ _ Had Fergus been ianocan* V c?;laiae d it each question would Being-guilty, his evasion®!!,, worse. Tho jury were ' before finding a verdict an hour he had made a far told mo .that he had been O months, and that bo .j ranged details until ^ c2 f? nr , 0 £ the the most minute iuvestiga>- detective talent.-New YorkSD- •‘Catching It on the ftf' prist.f it & Wo havo never seen it baa mossy Joe Miller ui anx^ L ^bccdoU Thomas’orchestic *3* symphony or something m. . t0 a at one part, was softened fl whisper, when, like t-bo cmcS t ve non, camo ono Tho enraged conductor tur^J^^ the player: “Whattoth 0 ^fly Just then a plump blue i( _ ^ j a - ■ from tho oboeist’s scorn i dliink he vas von noae, ** Saturday Globa . j B. Smith, of Sunnysw^* had one of tho finesj >mmpnity. Smith decided to watch covered a large raI , j tiw floor aiid quickiV ? ra ,.,.* i aud carry it away. *£; ii I- s eve2 5 rifle and succeeded m _ thieves.-Fleming ^ xi »