Milford chronicle. [volume] (Milford, Del.) 1878-1974, 1885-09-25

ternally every two minutes and a-half, but be-
fore the prescription could be compounded
the dog was dead. His demise was a fearful
shock to his mistress, for like Bonnie Annie
Laurie, he was all the world to her And the
question was, did his sudden demise demand
a coroner's inquest? but when they told her
that twelve men would sit on him, she dis
missed the idea in an instant Then arose
the question what should be done with the
body? A taxidermist wanted to stuff him,
but his mistress declared that her nerves
could never stand the shock Of having him
look down on her with his little glass eye.
She could not bury him in the back yard as
she was going to move, so she resolved that
she would bury him in the family plot at
Evergreen cemetery. A regular undertaken
was called and a rosewood coffin was made
with all the latest improvements of silver
handles, satin lining, etc, and poor little Jack
was reverently consigned to the earth. The
funeral got out and some of the lot holders
were inclined to raise a row, but Miss NJ de-
clares that if there is a constitution of the
United States Jack shall lie there till Gabriel
blows his horn.
The capture of the dastardly vagabonds
who attempted to blow up McGarry's dry
goods store last spring is a matter for great
congratulation. The McGarrys had a diff
Guilty with some of their clerks about early
closing, and one of the principal ringleaders
was discharged. A general strike was or
dered, and they were compelled to take him
back A few nights after, he was left in charge
of the store, and walked off, leaving the back
door open and thousands of dollars We 90
goods exnosed to IT,, -. ,Orth of
thiev- &c predatory attacks of
= .es. The doors were closed by the po-
lice and the McGarrys were notified, and that
night they peremptorily discharged the Of
fender. Another strike was ordered, but a
number of the clerks refused to obey it. A
few of the clerks, unable to wreak their ven
geance any other way, resolved TO blow up
the store. They met together at neighbor-
ing saloon one Saturday night, and watching
their opportunity placed package of dyna-
mite under one of the windows. The ex-
plosion was terrific, blowing out the immense
glass windows not only Of the McGarry's,
but also destroying some thousands Of dol
lars for a Mr. Ridley on the other side of the
street. and nearly killing the dynamiters
themselves, one of whom was knocked down
by the explosion and barely escaped with
his life. He was arrested on suspicion, and
discharged for want of proof A reward of
So, 900 was offered, and the best detectives
put upon the job One who was unknown
to the police turned dry-good clerk, and after
months ofhard trying got right into the coun-
sells of the conspirators. The three wOuld-be
assassins were at last located, and, strangely
enough, one of them, quite unsupported, was
occupying a confidential position in Nc
Garry's own store. The arrest and convic-
ton of these Williams will go far towards pre-
venting a repetition of such cowardly crimes.
If the police have the right parties, and of it
there is little doubt, there is every probability
that the entire gang will end their days in
side the walls of a States prison.
Long before you get this, you will have
known that the great agony is over and the
Yankee sloop has proved herself the better
boat in every kind of weather. To say that
New York let itself loose is drawing it very
mild; but it was generally conceded that no
ordinary boat had any business fooling with
the Genesta. She is a racer from the word
go, and she was sailed for all she was worth.
In rough weather she can never be pleasant
boat to sail in aside from the excitement of
being on a fast sailer On the last day of the
race she was buried under water half the
time. The long straight bowsprit plunged
iuto waves and cut them like ploughshare.
Sir Richard Sutton, the owner of the Cen
esta, has conducted himself in such truly
sportsmanlike manner that he has won gol-
den opinions from all sorts OF people, and if
he does not carry back the cup it is not his
fault. Yours truly. B.