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The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1894-11-02

PoKTLASp, Oct. 2S.-Frank Klein and
Otis Savage were arrested late Saturday
night at The Dalles for the robbery OF
$l4, 900 from the Pacific Express Com
pany's office in that city on the evening
of October Is, and all bCt $500 OF the
amount stolen has been recovered. Klein
and Savage have lived in The Dalles
since boynood. Ssvage's father was
Judge .. ;. Savage, who died some time
ago, and Klein is son OF ex-City Mar
shal Klein, OF The Dalles.
Klein and Savage have been suspected
OF implication in the robbery for sever:l
days. Klein admits his guilt.
The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1894-11-02

sn,o,hered 10 Heath

New YoRK, Oct. 30.--seven people were
smothered to death by smoke in q tene-
ment-house fire at 2l6 West Thirty-sec-
ond street this morning. Lena Fried
man, the mother OF two dead children,
jumped from third-story window. She
was fatally injured. Tho house is five
story brick tenement. There we're sew
EN- families, and the only means OF es-
cape was by narrow stairway.
The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1894-11-02
Mig Earth Quake.
A Brakeman Killed.

EUGENE, Oct. 2s.-Thomas Hogan, a
brakeman on Southern Pacific freight
train, fell between the wheels of his
train a short distance south of Goshen,
about o'clock this afternoon. Both
legs were cut of. Drs. Paine and kuy-
kendall were summoned from the city
Immediately. Hogan is about 80 years
old and has a family, his home being in
Junction City.
The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1894-03-17

Official assessment .........
Freight Tons forwarded.
:" Tons received. ..
Express Receipts. ...........
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ONE BY ONE.

T,ne hy one the shadows cast themselves across
my road
One hit one the sorrows OF this life increase the
lead
n, tbe weary, Grcary burden clinging closer,
day by day,
.sthe fiickering light of childhood softly fades
away.
One by one the pleasures, once SO fraught with
light,
Droop and die in sadness at the fast approach
ing night;
5,ne bv one the sweetest notes Of youths melo-
dious chime,
Become tender echo in the memory of that
time
One by one the threads of Hope will guide my
faltering feet
Toward the silent river with its flowers bloom
ing sweet;
One by one the scourgings Of the Fathers
chastening rod
Mark out plain the pathway that Will lead me
up to God.
One by one new pleasures break forth where
can see
One by one sweet messages come floating down
to me:
One by one the hours take me closer to the
shore,
Where one by one dear loved ones await me at
the door.
Atlanta Constitution.
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A COWBOY BALL.
An Evening With Party of Merry Revel-
ers on Our Frontier.

An Evening With Party of Merry Revel-
on Our Frontier.
Onesnight the patron gave a bale.
The vaqueros all came with their girls,
and string band rendered music with
a very dancy swing. l sat in corner
and observed the man who wears the
big hat and who throws the rawhide as
he cavorted about with his girl, and the
way they dug up the dust out of the
dirt floor soon put me to coughing.
Candles shed their soft luster-and
tallow' down the backs of our necks,
and the band scraped and thrummed
away in most serious manner. One
man had a harp, two had primitive
fddles and one a guitar. One old fid
dler was the leader, and as he bowed
his head on his instrument | could not
keep my eyes off him. He had come
from Sonora, and was very old; he
looked as though he had had his share
of a very rough life; he was never
handsome as boy, ! am sure, but the
weather and starvation and time had
blown him and crumbled him into a
ruin which rese mbled the pre-existing
dpC 1IOu "illCll GlIC opL IL
he had never committed murder, it was
! for lack of opportunity; and Sonora is
long travel from Plymouth Rock
Tom Bailey, the foreman, came
round to me, his eyes d ancing, and his
shock of hair standing up like Cir
cassian beauty's, and pointing, he said:
There's woman who's prettier
than speckled pup; put your twine
on her. Then, as master of cere-
monies, he Strengthened up and sang
out over the fiddles and noise: Dance,
thar, you fellows, or you'll git the
gout
In an adjoining room there was a
very heavy jug of strongwater, and
thither the men repaired to pick up, Sc
that as the night wore on their brains
began to whirl after their legs and they
whooped at times in way to put ones
nerves on edge. The band scraped the
harder and the dance waxed fast, the
spurs clinked, and bang, bang, bang
went the Winchester rifles in the patio
while the chorus Viva el patron rang
around the room-the Old Guard wa:
| in action. Frederic Remington, il
Harper's Magazine.
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you would make, too-don't blush, r1y
love-except that your hair has tum-
bled down, you look very manly.
''But-that terrible burglar was
my cousin. Arthur WeIlerton!'
jack
'And he is noted among the ladies as
having the most beautiful, lovable and
kindly gray eyes"
"O!"
"Yes, let me explain. You know he
has lately been taken into the firm, and
we were going over the books this even
ing. AS it grew late thought would
make night of it and not come home
So l sent Arthur up to the house to get
a file of accounts and tell you of my de-
cision.
well, Arthur hadn't been gone long
when l discovered had given him the
wrong latch key, and started after him,
for | knew he couldn't get in.
''He must have been gone longer
than thought, for l met him on the
way back. He told me how he got in
and then hesitated
Jack, old boy he said, 4 don't
know what to think of it all, nor what
to tell you, but just as l was closing
your desk, man, deucedly handsome
young fellow, appeared in the door and
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ordered me out | asked for your wife
and he grandly informed me that she
was not at home. Never saw the fell
low before, but knew it was lie, old
fellow, for I swear heard the swish of
a woman's dress on the stairs as
stepped into the dining-room.'
You may imagine, my dear girl, my
feelings at this intelligence Who the
deuce was this handsome young fellow
who made such startling assertions-I
rushed homeland the rest you know. J"
20 Jack" cried Helen, in an agony of
modification, Jack, how can | ever
look him in the face! what an idiot
am! o dear, dear, dear! Jack did he tell
you about the revolver-he did? O."
There, there, don't cry, you little
goose. Arthur will think you are the
bravest Little woman in the world-as 1
do-and he thought you were such a
handsome youth.
at was all that stupid novel.
shouldn't have been so nervous if
hadn't been reading about burglars.
And, really, your cousin-or my bur
glar-is the handsomest man l ever
SAVIOR blonde!"-Boston Globe.
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WESTERN VlGILANTES.
Organization OF the First Committee In
San Francisco.


Continued lawlessness, unchecked by
the usual processes of criminal law,
made life and property in San Fran
cisco insecure. Criminals of every
grade, from the penal colonies of New
South Wales and Australia, the Sand
wich islands, and other Pacific ports,
had fiocked to San Francisco, allured
by the prospect of plunder and rob-
berry in community then living in
state of almost Arcadian simplicity and
security In twelvemonth, murder,
arson, burglary and other crimes
against person and property were ex-
ceedingly common. The police were in
efficient, and, like the courts, were sus-
pected of collusion with the law-break-
ers. The jails were insecure, juries
were bribed and the whole course of
justice clogged.
Finally, one Burdue, caught red
handed in a murderous assault on a
Mr.. Jansen, a reputable merchant, was
taken to prison and put under lock and
key. The people, as if convinced that
this wretch would escape, as others
like him had escaped before him,
silently and sullenly surrounded the
jail, determined to keep watch over
the subsequent proceedings
William T. Coleman, drawn thither
by mild curiosity, saw that the com
mon thought and object of the assem-
blage was the speedy punishment of
the criminal. As the temper of the
crowds waxed more intense, he broke
silence and besought them not to
proceed to violence, but to or
ganize court and try the man
then and there. If Burdue was in
nocent, then he should go free; if he
were guilty, he should be hanged be-
fore the sun went down. This was
agreed to- and although, by strange
miscarriage of justice, the would-be
murderer escaped, the Vigilance COM
mittee of 1851 was born. Later in that
summer, May and June, 1851, two
great and destructive fires, undoubted-
set by pillagers, swept the city with
the besom of ruin. Millions of dollars
worth of property and one hundred
lives were lost in these fires. The in
cendiaries were indicted. Under hair
splitting technicalities they evaded
punishment.
This was the occasion of the formal
organization of the San Francisco
vigilance committee, which had previ-
ously had an inchoate existence, with
William T. Coleman as one of it's active
members. The names of some two
hundred substantial business men were
enrolled on it's books of membership,
and these citizens pledged themselves
''to watch and pursue, and bring to
justice the outlaws infesting the city,
through the regularly constituted
courts if possible, through more sum-
mary process if necessary" The first
offender caught was one Jenkins,
taken in the act of carrying off a safe
from store. He was tried, condemned
and hanged within an hour. Other
arrests followed, and during the
thirty days of active operations
of the vigilance committee four
men were hanged, and about thirty
were deported beyond the seas
by outgoing vessels, under the threat
of death if they returned. In every case
the proceedings of the vigilantes were
characterized by decorum; and every
accused man was granted fair trial
by jury, competent counsel being as
signed him.-Harper's Weekly.
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NUMBER 48.
PUNGENT PARAGRAPHS.

-"Smyth seems to have lost faith in
the Bible since he has been abroad"
''In what way?" ''He believes in Civ.
ing y for an in his name. Inter
Ocean.
-''Did you know Mrs. Plentirocks
had stained glass all through her new
house?" mo; but what pity! Can't
she get anything to take it out?"-
Rochester Democrat.
Come forth, sweet maid!" he sang as he
His serenade rehearsed:
But never knew If she came forth 4
Because her pa came first
-Yonkers Gazette
F-'Young Dramaticus has been ar
rested, l hear" yes" "By whom?"
THE Society for the Prevention of
Cruelty to Animals For what?'
''He had just finished play and was
about to try it on the dogs."-N. Y.
Press.
Just the Thing.-Stage Manager
Madame Highsee's cold has got her
so hoarse we'll have to cut that Italian
aria. It's too bad; she was our biggest
card" Musical Director-''What's the
matter with having her tackle Ger,
man folk song|'-Puck.
Polly Want tridge?-Wife-
John, you certainly will have to do
something with that parrot. He swears
so that l cannot have him about the
house" Husband lin desperation)-
"Well, suppose the only thing is to
bring home Parrot gun. Judge.
-"Blamed if can account for the
astonishing success Downley and Few
scadds achieved in Boston" "Humphl
Guess you are not aware that they
started in by making spectacles of
themselves. Buffalo Courier.
Wife-"To-morrow is your birth
day, darling, and / am going to stop at
the jewelers. and buy you present"
Her Hubby-'Get something cheap,
pet. l haven't paid him for my last
birthday present yet."-Spare Mo-
ments.
-He-"How old did you say Miss
Frere WASP" She-"Grace acknowl-
edges to twenty years" He-''Then it
was her elder sister l met at Newport
about six years ago; she was eighteen
then" She-"No; that must have been
Grace herself: she has no sister" ."-Har-
per's Bazaar.
Casual Caller-'Why do you use
the left hand only in writing on the
typewriter? Why don't you use both
hands? Editor-'Tt's trick / learned
out west, where l had to write editor.
ials with one hand and keep the other
on the butt of my revolvers''-Indian
apolis journal.
She was not proud nor wealthy,
And so fame stood aloof;
She was not strong and healthy,
So kept beneath her roof;
But fates harsh interdicture
Failed with this maid demure,
And now fame prints her picture
In a sure consumption cure
Cleveland Plain Dealer.
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A Youthful PeSsimist.

jeremiah, who is twelve years old, is
already a confirmed pessimist. Among
the things he continually grumbles
about are his lead pencils, which never
have points, and. to sharpen which he
always has to borrow knife of some
schoolmate.
why don't you have knife of your
own, Jerry?" one of the boys asked.
''Got no pockets to keep it in," said
Jerry.
Then why don't you have pocket?"
''If had one I'd have hole in it,
"Well, even then you wouldn't be
any worse off than you are now"
Him! Yes, 1 should; # l had a
pocket n a hole in it, l never'd have
anything to lose through it!'
Jerry sighed deeply and went on
whiting his pencil with the dull blade
of the other boys knife.-Lewistor
Journal
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Mirth and CheerfuIness.

Mirth is an act but cheerfulness is
habit of the mind; therefore. the latter
is to be preferred before the former;
mirth is short and transient, cheerful
ness fixed and permanent. Those are
often raised into the greatest transport
of mirth, who are subject to the great
est depressions of melancholy. On the
contrary, cheerfulness, though it does
not give the mind an exquisite GLAD.
ness. yet it prevents us from falling
into depths of sorrow. Mirth is like a
flash of lightning, which breaks
through gloom of clouds and glitters
for a moment; but cheerfulness keeps
up kind of daylight in the mind and
fills it with steady and perps tual 20
repity.-Addison.
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terror, and then, even in her fright,
falls to laughing, noiselessly-for the
man does likewise-in the mirror at
the foot of the room.
Still trembling from her sudden
fright, she creeps downstairs, gather
ing courage at each step, as she grasps
the loaded revolver tightly in her hand
Stopping on the last step, just out of
the broad light streaming from the
library door, she sees the tall, slim fig
ure of man busted with the papers in
her husbands desk.
Half her terror dies away as she no.
tlces that he is we'll dressed and quite
the gentleman in his appearance, until
the thought comes to her-these gen
tlemanly burglars are all the more
cruel and relentless and as the man
turns his head at this moment, she de-
termines in her own mind that there is a
haro, steely look in his otherwise hand
some eyes.
Deciding that it would be wiser to
surprise the burglar than to be sur
prised by him, she steps into the circle
of light and musters up deep voice:
'Well, what are you doing here,
pray?"
The start the man made was not a
very guilty one, and the GOODNESS dis
played for a burglar caught in the
very act stirred Mrs. Norcross' manly
mind to wrath.
"Who are you?" she demanded, an
grily, 'and what are you doiug?''
The intruder took a step forward at
which Mrs. Norcross clasped the re-
volver more closely, and said most
courteously:
Il beg your pardon, sir, but would
like to speak with Mrs. Norcross a mo-
ment."
Recovering from the effect of this au-
dacity, the lady returned:
you cannot do So"
But l must" persisted the stranger.
II tell you you cannot, Mrs Norcross
is not at home"
Not at home? Are you sure?'
81 am sure, and now will you oblige
me by leaving my house"-this very
grandly.
Your house." echoed this rude man.
papers for him and leave message
with his wife"
"Will you leave?'' interrupted Mrs.
Norcross, who, reasoning that an un-
known man bringing a message from
her husband, would hardly have crept
in by the dining-room window, raised
the revolver and leveled it at the bur-
glars breast
Thus threatened the intruder
shrugged his shoulders carelessly
Il do not know who you are, but if
Mrs. Norcross is not at homeland you
say she is not-the message is unneces-
sary. Let me pass, SIR"
"Not SO fast" still in deep tone of
voice; you will walk in front of me-"
said this slight but courageous youth.
And so they proceeded across the
hall to the vestibule door, when the I'M
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welcome visitor let himself out, and
with cool good night" ran down the
steps and away.
Mrs. Norcross closed the door, drew
the heavy bolt, entered the library,
pulled the bell rope convulsively again
and again, and then sank in a most un-
womanly heap on the floor.
In a few moments several of the
servants came rushing breathlessly to
the library, and the first, Mrs. Nor
cross own maid, gasped:
''Mr. Norcross, are you i'll? What is
it? o, mercy! are you killed? Why, it
isn't Mr.. Norcross. o, it's a burglar!"
and the frightened Abigail threw her.
self into the arms of the butler.
Lefty. you stupid! It's Mrs,
Norcross. There was a burglar here,
and put on Mr.. Norcross' clothes and
scared him away. He's gone, now, and
I'm so frightened | don't see where
Mr.. Norcross is; l do believe that hor-
rid wretch has murdered him, oh-hr'
and she subsidized into flood of tears
In the midst of this babel there came
a violent ringing of the bell and one of
the servants admitted Mr.. Norcross,
who, striding into the library, ex-
claimed angrily:
What the devil does all this confu-
sion mean? and who Confronting the
disheveled but beautiful youth who
had sprung to his feet) are you who
presume to guard my wife's where
abouts? And where is she? What
why-Helen! you-in that rig"'
20, Jack-Jack! l thought you'd
never come. Do send them all away
and I'll tell you all about it"
Left to themselves, Helen related,
with many sobs, the events of the even
ing.
my dearest" began Mr.. Norcross,
with an odd twinkle in his eyes, when
she had finished, Il hate to spoil
your story, and you were certainly
very brave, and such a striking man as
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AT CLOSE QUARTERS.
An Adventure with Lion in southea St
Africa,

An Adventure with a Lion In Southeast
Africa.
Two lions had been shot, when we
both heard an animal breathing along
side of our shelter, within few feet
of us, and the next instant gentle
shake given to the hut, and noise, as
of one of the loose branches with which
it was covered being torn off, let us
know there was another lion in our
neighborhood even more enterprising
than the two that had been shot
1t was soon evident to me that the
animal was looking for an entrance to
our shelter, for, after tearing off few
more boughs it got to the place where
we had crept in, but which was now
blocked up with poles Here it halted,
and from the way it kept touching the
poles, seemed to be trying to get it's
paw through. This was little more
than had bargained for, and at the
risk of incurring the charge of inhos-
pitality, resolved to try to keep our
visitor outside in the cold. OF course,
while the lion was acting in the man
ner / have described, !, on my side, was
not idle.
AS soon as 1 had realized what our
visitor was trying to do, l turned
round and, lying on the ground, tried
to look between the interstices of the
poles forming the entrance to our hut
1t was, however, so absolutely dark
that could see nothing. Instant ac-
ton was, nevertheless, necessary, for
as the poles forming our hut were not
fixed to the ground, the lion might
have got it's paw between two of them
and pulled them out at any moment,
and then, by pushing its head and
shoulders through, would have infalli-
bly overturned the whole structure.
To prevent such consummation,
now pushed the muzzle of my rife be-
tween the poles, just where my ears
told me my would-be interviewer was
moving them, and, pointing it upward,
holding the stock on the ground, pulled
the trigger. Once more, and for the
third time that night, the report of the
rifle was answered by the most terrific
grunting roars it is possible to con-
| ceive, uttered as they were within six
| feet of our ears.
! am sorry had not a photograph
with me to preserve these powerful ex-
pressions of the feelings of wounded
| lion. Suddenly released in London
drawing room, / feel sure that they
could not fail to produce avery marked
effect.-Travels in Southeast Africa, f
G. Selous.
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Journal.
Too Bad.

Some persons develop a positive
genius for looking on the dark side.
An exchange gives this example:
There was very rich farmer who
would never own that he had anything
to be thankful for in the way of profits.
The parson once said to him during a
fine harvest season:
Come, Mr.. Jones, you can have moth
ing to complain about this year, at all
events"
81 can't say that" said the farmer.
"Still you can't say what is amiss."
He thought bit and then replied,
very grudgiDgly: We'll, you see, there
will be no spoilt hay for the young
calves. Youths Companion.
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A Good Guess,

Another one of Detroit's nimrods
home from hunting expedition is
denying the story, but it is true.
He ESd been out all morning with a
boy, who had seen him shoot several
times before, and the birds had kept at
such a distance that he couldn't get a
shot.
WELL" he exclaimed in disgust after
awhile, Il never saw birds so shy"
Il guess they don't know it's you,
SIR" remarked the boy, and went
plunging right ahead through the
field Detroit Free Press