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Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1895-01-04
CREAM OF NEWS.
POST YOURSELF BY REAL INC
WHAT HAS HAPPENED.
Correspondent Killed at Paducah-Fire at
Gracey-Inspectors Eiected-A New Po-
nceman-Other Newsy Items
A Queer Case.

The colored man, VIM. Bell, who,
it is alleged, was stabbed by Kit
Rails, white man, in GAINESVILLE on
Christmes eve, died of his injuries
Saturday. The case is rather nays
FERROUS one. The two men fell out
and eye witnesses say that Rails
walked up to Bell and gave him
shove. Nothing further occurred un-.
til Bell called to a friend and in
formed him that he had been cut
1t is claimed, however, that Bell
stated sfterward that he would say
nothing about the affair if Rails
would pay him fifty cents. Rails, it
seems, gave him the money, but de-
MED cutting him, Bell was must
clan and after tie row played with
serenading party of which Rails was
a member. The next day he was
forced to take his bed and died four
days later. Rails hes left town and
his whereabouts are unknown.
Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1895-01-04
Meat House Burned

The smoke house and gear room
belonging to Mr.. Harry Clark, OF the
Gracey neighborhood, were destroyed
by fire Sunday night entailing loss
of about $500. Mr.Clark had 5000 lbs
of meat, 1900 pounds of -four, lot
of bran, several sets of good harness,
three saddles and other yaluables
stored in the buildings. Before the
fire was discovered Mr.. Clark lighted
match and went into the gear room
to get out some wagon harness prepsr-
atory to hauling ice the next morning
and he thinks thatit came in contant
with some combustible material be-
fore the fire entirely died olt aud in
this way caught. He had no insur.
ance on any of the property consum
Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1895-01-04
One Was Killed.

Railroad thieves were surprised at
Fairfield, Iowa, by James Harrison,
the railroad detective. Several shots
were fred, two of which lodged in
Harrison's leg and one struck robber
and killed him. The affair caused
great excitement in that section.
Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1895-01-04
Died For His Mothe r-in-Iav.

The Miller Hotel at Lancaster, Ky :,
burned Jan. | before dav and Ed
ward a. Pascoe, his baby and mother
in-law were burned to d ath. His
wife only escaped. The husband
helped her out first aud returned fig
his mother-in-lsw but was unable to
come out again.
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Continued on 5sa page.
Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1895-01-04
Died From the Wound

Howard Purdue, the Kansan City
Sunday Sun resporter who was shot
at Paducah Sunday by Monroe Bouys-
son for writing him up, died Tuesday
from his wound. Bouysson has been
jailed on charge of murder.
Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1895-01-04
Where Apples nre Chenn.

Apples are plentiful and cheap 81
the Pacific coast. In Oregon, as Il
Maine the crop is SO large the farm.
ers are not gathering the fruit, bu
allowing it to drop and rot. 1t i
worth too little to mako picking an,
packing profitable.
Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1895-01-04
Perry Long in Trouble.

Perry Loug COL, was srrasted
Tuesday on charge of obtaining
money under false pretenses. Long
WIS taken bsfore Judge Hanbery
Wednesday hut not being ready for
trial the case was continued until to-
morrow morning.
Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1895-01-04
New Policeman Elected.

The coVrcil on Tuesday night filed
the existing vacancy on tho police
force, caused by The resignation Of
Percy Mckee, by the election OF j.
Mack Cravene.
Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1895-01-04

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WITH cream coiorei pressed brick 0
the finest make.
Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1895-01-04
Coon cats.

There is a breed of cats little known
outside OF Maine, and designated IN
that state as coon cats. Animals of
this species are tortoise shell in color,
and the fir ia remarkably thick and
long, the tail Being uushy as 10 spg-
rest thst Of = youpg fox.
Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1895-01-04

ed.
The Washington times., 1895-04-28

him, and at his right hand Francella
Dolores, ashy pale, clad in white samite and
cloth OF gold, and mounted upon a creamy
white palfrey that her father had hired for
the occasion of the best livery stable in
Toledo. A cheer of greeting rolled across the
plain and thundereu away IN the canyons
of the mountain, soaring the sheep nearly
out OF their skins, but FraDcella hung her
head upon her breast like a wildflower, un-
mindful of il ALL
Up the glittering lists rode the Don to the
bar Of the high pavilion.
Begin" he cried, and waved his hand.
With a tremendous shout the mail-clad
warriors hurled together like mad wild
boars. Crash! went ashen spears, splintered
in fragments that kept the poor in kindling
wood for q month Clang, clangi rang
sword and battle-ax on helmet, mail and
shield. Down Went horse and rider IN a
cloud of binding dust Round and round
went the Struggling, seething whirl, battling
like tigers, while from the great pavilion
rose shout and call to friend and foe:
''GQ il, Gaspar-now you've got him!''
''Wade in, Carios-hit him againi'' "Now,
Diego-yah, yah, yahl' until the sky rang
Many an unintentional somersault was
turned in that wild onfall and many a
gallant knight was tumbied over his
horses cmpper, like an apple from tree.
But still the fight went on with unabated
fury all day long, without an inteTmisSion
even for refreshments; though here and
there at Intervals from under the mad
medley of hnts and heels, some disheveled
caballero crawled on his hands and knees
and telephoned for the ambulance.
But when at last the night drew down
and over the mountains in the East the
old moon hung like a tired cheese, the CON
arose.
"Holdi" he cried, "the day is spent
Let us eat, drink, and be merry, aud sleep
anon, and on The morrow The tourney may
proceed" I"
Then followed a scene that battles de-
scription-
The don had mortgaged his whole estate
to raise the ready cash, and Get me the
best COOK in all Castile,'' he said.
He shall be gotten" bowed the steward.
And the richest stores in all the land"
They shall be procured
And there upon the great tables spread
in the long pavilion steamed and glowed
a feast that filled the air for miles around
with appetizing fragrance that was in
itself almost a meal, and made the mouths
of those noble warriors waterlike mountain
springs.
Roasted capons, stuffed with spice ard
olives, flitches OF beef garnished With savory
and lined with currant jelly, broad g5m-
mons of sizzling bacon, crisped with
onions and grated almonds: fat cells stewed
IN rich, green oil; sauSages buredi IN golden
cheesecakes, roast lamb with clear mint
sauce, vinison collops with guava jam;
turbot, herring, sturgeon, roe, turtle
soup, and oeN1led kidneys drowned in
w iue.
Wild with hunger from fighting ali day
long, and having healthy mediaeval appe-
tites to begin with, dukes, earisa and barouets
fairly fell over each other in the rush for the
table. Meats. vegetables, sauces, gar
nishes. salads and entrees melted before
their attacks like "A snow bank uuder a July
sun.
Forks were unknown things in those brave
both hands, and were speedily gravied, oiled
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ALL THE SAME. 1T WORKED.

a Hard-ueaded MSn's Experience With
the wateV-witch Twig.
''I am almost aZhamed to tell it, and peo
pie would laugh at me if my name were
given" remarked one OF the best known
architects in the city of Louisville, and one
who has figured prominently in the most
important of recent big improvements, ac-
cording TO the Louisville Courier-Journal.
''It is a fact, though" he continued, land
is something will not undertake to explain.
AT one time was engaged TO make out the
plaus for a large brickyard All went well
until / reached the subject Of water supply.
1t was supposed that water could be found
in abundance, as it had 10 be for bricllyard
purposes. Every scientific method known
was exhausted i'll locating wateTvein. Too
much money had been expended on the en-
terprise to change the site OF the plant.
''Iu absolute despair / was walking over
the grounds one day, when the old story of
the water witch twig occurred TO me. AT
first laughed at the idea, but it took hold
of me and / could not get rid of it. Hooked
all around to be sure that no one was watch
ing and then hunted for twig. a peach
tree fork is the kind mentioned, but an ELM
tree fork was all could find. / cut it so
that each fork was about ten inches long. l
caught IOiO OF tne eiiuS OIL ttlG lOThGu SUCK
one fork IN either hand, as one would do
in picking up hay fork by the tines, and
held them so that the butt eud assumed
nearly, but not quite, vertical position.
After looking once to be certain that no
one could see me and tell what might have
affected my reputation as an architect, be-
sides being a good joke, began TO walk
about where the water W as supposed to be.
.'The twig did not vibrate any more than
would naturally follow the jarring motion
from walking aud l began to walk about
aimlessly, not watching the twig, for l
was thinking seriously and deeply of some
reasonable plan, when suddenlv my hands
jerked as if they had come i'll Sutact with
an electric battery, and the butt of the
elm fork had curved over and downward
about as far as it could without breaking
the prongs. never was so surprised in my
life l wohld not believe it at first. As
long as l remained at that spot the twig
bent, and could not be made to stand erect.
but when moved way a short distance it
would stra;ghten up as before. Time and
again walked away and back again before
putting faith in the experiment. 1t con-
WINGED me, however, and l marked the
place. Sure enough, we found a fine sup
ply of water. but l never told how the water
vein was discovered.
''It developed that this water vein fol-
lowed ledge OF rock, and afterward 1 fol-
lowed up the vein with forked stick, and
firmly believe that ! can follow up that
ledge of rock and water vein from Louis
vile to West Point
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side OF the room where Miss Lovei and
the first called We're conversing- Looking
IN that direction Miss AiacedOu became
confused. The servant 'saCcOuut was wrong
then? She turned smiiingIy TO Mr. Homer
and greeted him with marked sweetness,
at the same time looking just a shade or
reproof at the attendant.
Mr.. Homer arose with dignity as she spoke.
He was surprised and deeply hurt. The
ardent feeling with which he had entered
the house had already been partly turned
into new channel by the unaffected love
illness OF his entertainer He had somehow
undergone a change. and even il this af-
fTont-this pretense OF abseuce from bone
had been spared him, yet he could not have
met Miss MaCedOn with the inteuse de-
fight such meeting would have given him
half an hcuragO. But, for all that, his sense
OF the objectionable modification he was
made to suffer was none the less keen. He
stood for a moment and looked at his host
ess coidly, then, turning 10 Miss LoTel, be
bowed and slowly said;
Miss Loyel, / am greatly indebted to
sou for depriTinS me of the company or
my hostess. Ny visit TO you has been most
agreeable / beg that we may meet again"
And with this aud a very grand tread Mr..
jack Horner, iHCensed beyond measure,
took his hat and departed.
The three occupants OF the room were
silent after the door closed for some sec
onds. At last Air. Hunter said;
Miss MacedOn. viii You let me see the
card you have in your haEd?"
She showed it 10 him.
Hal hal" he exclaimed Il thought
so. Here is the key to the plot. Jack HOr-
ner and 1 unCOnsciOusiy changed cards
this morning, and this is the first call
since. We have each presented the top
card, which, as fate decTeed, bore the
name OF the other fellow / Reg to bid
adieu, Miss Macedon. / find ] have es-
caped my fate at the expense Of my good
friend, Jack. We must all play our cards
most adroitly hereafter
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hung the proud banners wearlly, ana
slow Tapped the tent doors dejectedly
in the sullen wiud and there was prevalent
odor OF peppermint and pareSoric every
where.
Again the trumpet blared from the castle
wall and the drawbridge ratified down.
and again the retinue of the don and his
daughter swept down the lists. Bat the
lists Were empty, and in the whole camp
there was no sound nor any person to he
seen, save one doleful fellow with a plaster
on his nose and a bit of raw beef clapped
TO a very dismal eye.
And while they wondered there came from
afar off, riding, a solitary hoTSeman down
the mountain side. Spurring across the
plain, he came up the lists in cloud of
dust, and smote upon the shield of Don
Santallana Lopez, Duke of Tors, with a
blow that made the audience jump an inch
off their seats. Il challenge him 10 com
bat!" cried the stranger, in ringing voice,
at the sound of which Franoella started and
clasped her hands.
Then the dust cleared away. There
upon fat little donkey sat stout young
fellow in a gaberciine of blue and gold,
wearing a white apron tied about his waist.
In his hand he bore broad, strong bakers
paddle of ash, from which nuttered a
banderole, and upon this bauderole, on
blue ground, were blazoned silver lily
anu bliitc NNoeolb pAOo i1iIshiiO. AAAS SoNS
was hidden by a mask.
"Trot out your duke!" cried he, impa-
patiently. Il can't wait here all day.
Then the marshal ran to the dukes
pavilion crying: ''SeDor, senor, they
are calling thee on the lists"
Let 'em call, you noisy deg" bawled
the Duke, with his head in a bucket of ice
water. ''I wouldn't fight, the way feel,
for a billion Lilies OF Castile-my head is
like to split" and he groaued dismally.
"Oh, that support"
Then the stranger rode again down the
lists and struck the shield of the Baron
of BaQuedena until it rang like Chinese
gong But the Baron came not. And the
marshal ran the the Baron's tent and beat
upon the sill-board, calling: "senor,
senior, they call thee in the liStsl'
PLAGUE on tho lists" groaned the
Baron, who was rubbing his forehead with
spirits of camphor. and wore a mustard
plaster where it would do the most good.
"Plague OH the lists, and on you, too!
Ny head spins round like flying Dutch
man. / wouldn't fight for the fairest
maiden for forty SPANS" And "ob,
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IN EXCHANGE OF CARDS
BY HARRISON s. MORRIS.
Author or christmas Tales from Round
the World" Madonna, and Other
POenls," etc.
Copyright. 1895. by Bachelor. Johnson &
Bacheller.)

The establishment OF the Macedon family
lifted its imposing brown front above the
most select street OF the city. 1t was one of
long, solder-like row ofsach houses which
bore perpetual attitude OF offense toward
invaders from any less patrician quarter,
and which, III doing SO, cast a majestic kind
OF gloom upon even its own inmates. OF
these, besides numerous servants, there
were four, two only of whom can at all in
terest us. Miss Alexandra Macedon and her
companion. Miss Louise Loyel, bore a
strong contrast in their types OF face and
form, which, you notice, rather brings out
the more stately qualities of Miss Mace
don's face than emphasizes the quiet sweet
ness OF Miss Loyel's. An ugly companion
would never do for Miss Alexandra. Her
abundant graces would be thrown away
upon an interior in beauty. She requires
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The Merry Pi6nnan
and the DaUqht0r Of tho Don
A CASTILIAN ROMANCE.

Copyright, 1895, by Bacheller, Johnson
& Bachelor.
Many years ago. upon the banks OF a
cleaning river that rippled through tie
dreary heart OF Old CASTLE, there stood
a castle with many towers in which dwelt
a naughty Don and his only daughter,
Francella Dolores.
The Don had a nose like an eagles Deak,
and an eye like a red flash of fire in the
dark, and he was very fierce and proud.
for the blood OF eleven generations OF noble
ancestors throbbed in his veins, there were
forty seven quaRerings upon his coat-of-
arms, and he had not credit for three mara
vedi in all Toledo.
Francella was a sweet, shy girl, with
eyes like that of the wild deer that
sometimes pecped from the cork woods
along The margin of the river al dawn.
She was graceful and fair as a wild
flower in spring, and so wildly enamored
OF ber loneliness were all the youths and
bachelors in that province that they one
and all fOrsook their comfortable hacien-
das, gave up mapping after dinner and
wandered about the country doing all sorts
OF ridiculous and daring things in the
hope OF gaining her favor 1t is said that
the heads OF ogres, dragons, necroman-
GERS and giants that they slew, when
packed in two horse wagons to be sent
home as trophies OF their valor, Were a
week IN passing any given point IN single
1ilei but il this be so they must have
secured Culveyaices ia Gralada and Ma
so many wagons in all CASTLE.
Fraacella, however, was wholly un-
moved 10y all these wondrous colngs, FOR
she had for some time been deeply in love
with a gay young pastry vender whom She
had seen peddling pies in the market place
one morning clad in a bright blue and yell
low jacket, and singing like a Skylark all
the while his name was Pedro Perez,
but every one called him the Merry Pieman.
To maiden who loved rs passionately
as FranCclla there was very little sat is
faction in peeping through the lattice
OF her window al daybreak every morning
as she did merely TO see the object OF her
affection passing 10y with his basket of
wares, twirling his pastry paddle and
humming some merry tune. But tile
memory OF even that little glimpse filled
her dreams the whole DAY long, Just as
one secs green ana scarlet circles every
where after looking at tie sun
One morning, however, as he passed
with his basket fun OF tarts. whistling
a scrap OF rollicking boiero. he CHANGED
TO look up and spied her peeping from the
window
The instant he saw her he stopped stock
stiu and his whistle ran off 10 nowhere
in a funny little squeak TIE blood rushed
to FranCella's checks, and she was about
10 draw the curtain, when he DOTTED his
cap with graceful bow, stopped swiftly
as hc did so, and, choosing the cTispiest
custand pastry in his basket, !ossed it up
toward the window.
.'Oh, myl'' she gaspcd. "oh, myi 1t
will spill"
But the pasty sailed through the air
like a swallow on the wing, turned over
twice as it flew, and dropped upon the
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and spiced clear to their noble elbows, and
the damask table cloth was asighttosee.
Then came raisins, figs, dates, honeyed
pmnes and apricots. candied cherries, plum
preserves, picked peaches, branded pre-
serves, picked peaches, branded pineapple,
jams, jellies and conserves, swimming in
lakes of yellow cream and showed under
with sparkling sugar grains Aud after
those, ripe iAelons, grapes, oranges aud lus
cious pears were served with rich fruit
cake and cocoanut patties mellow with great
Jumps of golden butter as big as ones thumb.
And between the coU -ses immense trays of
confectionery were carried around and each
guest helped himself with n sugar.sccop;
while from first to last the red wire ran in
streams.
They ate until they could eat no longer,
and when at last the banquet came to an
end, and all of the guests had been trundled
home in wheelbarrows, being gquite unable
to walk, silence fell upon the scene.
But in the night a woefui sound arose
within the camp. There was busking and
buckling in haste, aud riding hard through
the darkness, and wild blows ana voices
crying at the doors of all the doctors and
aDothecaras in town.
And when the morning came the camp
wore n melancholy, jadcd air. Down
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that supperl That supperl" he groaned
in hittarnprG Of snirit

that supperl That supperl' he groaned
in bitterness of spirit
Then the stranger smiled a strange,
far-away smile, and smote upon the shield
of all the knights within that camp but
not one came forth: for some were groan-
ing and some were praying, while others
were swearing dreadful lily; aud some
threw their boots at the marshal's head.
and some tied themselves up in piteous
knots and walled for the doctor. and the
burden of their wailings was: THAT sup
per; oh, that SUPPER
AT last they came to the Marquis of Sc
vile. and he being an old campaigner
and veteran glutton, had but an attack
of dyspepsia that filled him with yearn-
ing to fight cage of wild cats for pas
time. He summoned his two private
backsmitbs and got him into his fight
ing clothes; and then with his ponderous
lance in rest. be thundered down the lists
gritting his teeth until the shiyers ran
up and down his own back.
who art thou," he roared, hoarsely,
"who darest me to joust?"
Come and find OUT replied the
stranger, sweetly, as he took a good
grip on his long ashen paddle.
The Marquis put spurs to his fiery steed
and dashed upon the stranger like thun-
derbolt.
Francella shrieked and hid her eyes
But the stranger laughed, dug his heels
into his donkey's ribs, lodged like