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The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1897-11-12
PROMOTED FOR BATHING,
4 Young French Soldiers Piece of
Good Fortune.

Young French Soldiers Piece of
Good Fortune.
An incident related by the late Mar
shall Canrobert, a French general, of
his own experiences in the Crimean war,
sheds curious light on the French
character; it shows how much the
French like picturesque incident-and
also, perhaps, how heroic an episode
might appear to them which was at
least not far from the ordinary to a
northern people.
In the Crimea, during the winter, Gen.
Canrobert was in the habit Of going out
among the men of his command, incog-
nito, to see what they were about, and
to learn their wants and encourage the
soldiers if they needed encouragement.
One morning, on one of these tours, he
came upon a young conscript who had
stripped himself to the waist, and was
bathing his body with handfuls of snow.
That's an odd sort of soap you are
using" exclaimed the general.
"Oh, it's good enough" said the SOL
der. "You see I'm young, and, more
Il I,
and fellow provincial of Gen. Druot,
who shaved himself with snow on the
march from Moscow, you know, with
the mercury 80 degrees below freezing.
The old fellows in my company, you see.
bother me and make fun of me because l
haven't any beard, ard, since L can't
shave out of doors, Ike Druot, 1 have
to do this to show those old fellows that
I'm no more afraid of cold than I am
of the enemy!"
We'll" said Canrobert, what if L
should give you another way of getting
even with those old fellows?"
''Why, / shouldn't mind" answered
the young soldier.
''Pll make you a corporal" said the
general.
The soldier laughed. 81 guess that
won't CO." said he. YOU'D find my
colonel wouldn't have it."
I'm higher than your colonel; I am
Gen. Canrobert."
The soldier was in tranSports-espe-
cially as the same day he was made a
corporal in the presence of the regi-
ment.
The story is authentic, and it is Il
good Illustration of the ways which
served to make Canrobert the most pop
ular general in the French army; but it
is unsatisfactory in the respect that it
does not tell whether the young cor
poral went on taking baths in the snow
in the hope of being made a sergeant.
Youths Companion.
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A Close Guess.

A Williamsburg family was discuss
ing music when one member strove to
recall the name of certain composer.
81 can't remember it to save my life"
she said, "althoug,h it is on my tongues
end. AS near as 1 can come to it his
name is doorknob."
''Doorknob!" repeated one of the
others. ''There is no composer whose
name sounds anything like that. I'll
go over a few names: Beethoven MeE-
delssohn, Wagner, Haydn, Haudel--"
That's it, interrupted the fCrgctful
one. cts Handel. knew it was some
thing you seized with your hands,
Pittsburgh Chronicle-Telegraph.
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THE MEN WHO LOSE.

Here's to the men who losei
What though their work be e'er so nobly
planned
And watched with jealous care,
No glorious halo crowns their efforts grand |;
Contempt is failures share.
Here's to the men who lose!
IF triumph's easy smile our struggles greet,
Courage Is easy then;
The king is he who, after fierce defeat,
Can up and fight again.
Here's to the men who losei
The ready plaudits of a fawning world
Ring sweet in victor's ears;
The vanquished's banners never are un-
furled-
For them there sound no cheers.
Here's to the men who lose!
The touchstone of true worth is not sue
cess;
There is a higher test
Though fate may darkly frown, onward to
press,
And bravely do ones best
Here's to the men who lose!
It is the vanQuished's praises that I sing,
And this the toast / choose:
"a hard-fought failure is noble thing
Here's luck to those who lose"
George HI. Broadhurst in Pittsburgh
Commercial Gazette.
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CHAPTER VIII.

Capt. Welsh showed considerable eX-
element when he read the note of warn
ingwhich the mayor placed in his hands.
Mr.. Minard Hendricks was looking over Il
bundle of New York papers which had
been sent to him, and did not look up
when the mayor entered the room.
Without word, Capt. Welsh held the
note before his eyes, and waited for him
to speak. After reading it, Hendricks
stroked his beard thoughtfully for a
moment, and then said:
Il don't think you need have any fear
up at your place, Mr.. Roundtree, but un-
der such circumstances women are
usually uneasy, so l should advise you,
Capt. Welsh, to have couple of police
men in citizen clothes hang about the
grounds for few days"
This was done for a week, but, as
nothing occurred to indicate the pres
ence of danger, the men were ordered
away. Everything went on smoothly
till the day following Col. WarTenton's
visit to WILDLY. Mayor Round
tree, accompanied by Fred Walters,
had gone downtown, leaving his wife
and Mrs. Walters alone with the serv-
ants. Mrs. Roundtree was in the sit
ting-room giving orders to the cook,
and Mrs. Walters had strolled down the
graveled walk among the rose-bushes.
The cook had just left her, when Mrs.
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looking inqoiringly

piled Walters, looking inqoiringly
round the group.
Hendricks said nothing, but, mo
tioning them to stand out of the way,
he stood behind the footmarks and,
with half-closed eyes, steadily sighted
at the umbrella he had stuck in the
earth, slowly moving from side to side
and up and down.
That's all we can do here" he said,
finally. 81 shall run over in the yard
and see if / can see anything of the
bullet Again he vaulted over the
fence, walked hurriedly across the
grass, passed his umbrella, and began
to examine the plastered wall of the
conservatory beyond. He did not turn
his head or make any remark as the
others approached.
Did you expect to find it there?"
asked Mrs. Walters, with smile.
Hardly" he replied. 81 only wanted
to confirm my belief that it was not
there"
"Ah!" she said, and her eyes fell be-
fore his sharp glance.
IF you are through, we will go in out
of the sum-" said the mayor, trace OF
impotence in his tone. you may use
my telephone if you want to commune
cate with your men,"
%'I want to nose around a little out
here" said Hendricks, lightly. Where
does your gardener keep his tools?"
Mr.. Roundtree called Robert, the
gardener, who stood On the veranda
with the other servants, and he came to
him.
where do yon keep your tools?'
asked Hendricks hoes, rakes
knives and such things?"
I'm the little room in the conserva
tory, sir" Robert replied.
"Oh, in here" Hendricks entered the
conservatory and tried the door of the
little room near the entrance.
ut is locked, sir" said Robert, pro
ducing bunch of keys.
''It was not last night" said Hen.
bricks, as he thrust the key into the
lock.
mo, sir, forgot it last night" And
Robert looked at the detective super
stitiously.
mo harm DONE" replied Hendricks
He opened the door and glanced al
heap of gardening implements on the
floor.
"You ought to hang up your water
ing pot" he remarked to the servant
SIT will rust the bottom to set it dowr
damp"
81 usually do, sir" the man STAN
mered. 81 thought did the last time.
| fro BE CONTINUED
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features. But here is the spot. Now,
Hendricks" she added to the others;
you ought not to track it up till he sees
my footprints. There they are, Mr..
Hendricks: don't you see where my
sharp heels went in? You can see that
1 was facing that way. The man stood
over at the corner of the fence"
81 see,' said Hendricks. ''What did
he look like? How was he dressed?''
81 am afraid l can't describe him ac-
curately. He seemed of medium height,
had on gray clothes, and wore a long
dark beard
E'The smoke may have given you the
impression that his clothes were
gray" said Hendricks. "May I take
your place a moment?"
She stepped back, smiling at the
others, who stood on the walk, ard he
changed places with her. He stucs his
umbrella in one of her tracks and left
it there. "Only to mark the spot" he
said, indifferently. Now let's all go
over to the fence, and sec if the rascal
left any footprints there"
They all walked to the corner of the
fence, and looked over towards the
trees near by. 81 think" Mrs. Wal
ters caught the sudden, sharp glance of
Hendricks, and paused. 81 started to
say that it looks as If there were foot
prints over there" she said, pointing to
spot where the yellow clay showed in
No ch 7 l.
| taken"
Hendricks moved into her place, low
cred his height to hers. and gazed at the
spot for moment, then he looked at
her sharply. "Your eyes are better
than mine, Mrs. Walters. I can't make
out anything"
"You have the keenest eyesight in
America" said Capt. Welsh, with a
smile. I'VE have all heard about your
experience with the Brooklyn blood
! specks-"
"Now think see what Mrs. Walters
MEANS" Hendricks broke in, with a
slight frown. eft is easy to see what
we know exists. He put his hands on
the rail of the fence, and, with the grace
| and ease of an acrobat, sprang over the
sharp-pointed palings. The others
passed through a gate near by, and
came round to him as he was on his
hands and knees, examining two deep
ly marked tracks in the yellow clay.
Wore a number ten," he said. Had
any rain out here in the last two days?''
He was looking up at Fred Walters.
81 think not-none for week." re-
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Frog n Century Old.

A strange story of frog is told us
by one who is acquainted with the facts.
On the old Richie place, which abpunds
with relics of early days, is an old log
springhouse, built at the beginning of
the century by John Richie, the in
ventor of the sour mash process of max
ing whisky. y never-failing stream Of
ice-cold water flows into this old house,
forming a pool several feet deep. Here,
since John Richie left Lynns Fort and
built himself an independent dwelling,
it is alleged a giant bullfrog has had it's
home. AS the frog family is endowed
with great longevity, it is said by those
who ought to know that it is reason
able to believe that the frog is the same
one which took up it's residence in the
Ritchie springhouse in pioneer times.
What lends color to this theory is the
fact that there has never been but one
frog seen in the neighborhood of the
old spring, and Mr.. Stephen Richie,
now n man well advanced in wears,
states that this same frog. or one very
similar to it, had its home in the spring
when he was n child and that he has
often heard his grandmother term the
frog her rain sign. The frog is said to
be of vast proportions, with a thunder
Gus voice that can be heard a great dis
lance. 1t is very attractive, and shows
no evidence of its century or more of
years.-Bardstown (Ky) Record.
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THE GREAT DANE,
Interesting Points About a Splendid
Canine.


Canine.
The Great Dane, the exhibition dog
of to-day, and growing every day in
favor as a beautiful and "biddable''
dog, is the modern representative of the
boarhound. On the continent, where
its Danish origin is repudiated, it is
called the German mastiff, and under
this head all its varieties are classed at
shows; while in this country we call it
the Great Dane, and catalogue under
that name all the varieties of German
mastiff, so that, taking the one with
the other, the dog comes by it's rights.
1t is a beautiful creature, this Great
Dane, and gives the impression at once
of both power and activity, and its tenn
per-look at it's small, keen eyes-is
exactly what one might expect from a
dog of war and of the chase, veneered
with the elegancieS of civilization, for it
is equable and (de haut en- bas) good
tempered, but woe to the object that
irritates it. The conciliatory stranger
who goes to pat one as if it were a lap
dog finds a great blunt nozzle thrust
forcibly and roughly into his hand, or
perhaps into his ribs, as who should
say; "All right, old fellow, I'm not go
ing to hurt you; you needn't pat me and
call me good dog" He never awaits
your permission to make your ac-
quaintance, but introduces himself
without formality if he wishes to know
you. Going through a narrow passage,
a Great Dane will take up more than
half the room. He does not drop be-
hind like the egant-mannered ST.
Bernard with a polite imam before
dogs" sort of air, but hustles you ro-
bustly for equal space. Not that he is
a dangerous dog. He is simply a boar
hound, creature Of immense strength
and infinite courage, and courteous
only out of condescension.-Go
Words
The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1897-11-12
From Clue to Climax.
BY WILL N. HARDEN.
copyright 1896. by j. B. LippincOtt Col
CHAPTER Vu.-CoNr1NUEp.

When the colonel reached his office,
he found lady waiting for him in the
anteroom. 1t was Miss Delmar. She
wore thick veil, which she threw back
when he came in.
Good afternoon, Col. Warrenton,"
she said. 81 was too impatient to wait
for you to come to see me, knowing
how busy you are, and did want some
news of Mr.. WILDLY"
81 understand, and he will be glad
saw you" The colonel stepped back,
took look into his office, and then
softly closed the door. Poor boy"
he went on, as he sat down near her,
che has had enough to bear, without
this unreasonable opposition of your
father. He certainly needs all the
friends he can get now"
Miss Delmar's lips quivered, and she
twisted her hands together in her lap as
she spoke:
Papa is even more severe than ever
since he learned that I have been to see
Mr.. WILDLY. 1 can't imagine how that
could have got into the papers. Papa
says am watched, and that everything
I do is pOted."
HE is still confident that WILDLY is
the murierer?"
Eyes, and he thinks he knows a mo-
tive that no one else does"
What can that be?"
Just a week before Mr.. Strong's
death, papa had called on Mr.. WILDLY
and forbidden him to pay his addresses
to me. ann sorry to say papa is worldly
minded. He had heard the report of
Mr.. Strpng's intended marriage, and
thought. in that case. that Mr.. WILDLY
would not"
mot be Strong's sole heir?"
Would not be his heir at all. Papa
thought Mr.. Strong would change his
will altogether. 1t is very heartless for
him to think so, but he believes that
Mr.. WILDLY committed the crime
through love for me-because his pow
erty was a barrier to our marriage"
That is an ugly view of the matter,
and it might have weight with a jury"
replied the colonel. Our only hope lies
in finding the real murderer. The note
dropped at the mayors house the other
night by the man who was seen about
the grounds proves that he is in this
city and at large"
Papa says it is reported that some
accomplice of Mr.. Whidby's did that to
mislead the police"
Col. Warrenton nodded thoughtfully.
"Yes, and itwould seem very plausible
TO them; but to us, who know the inno-
eence of the one suspected, it proves
other things, and we must profit by it.
I could give this Detective Hendricks a
point or two, but I'm afraid he would
think me not misunderstood my friend s
case"
Miss Delmar rose to go.
Il haven't minute. l am afraid papa
will miss me and be angry again. Tell
Mr.. WILDLY that am very hopeful
that l haven't single doubt that twill
all be cleared up soon. Tell him would
write every day, but / know that my
last letter was intercepted. Tell him
shall see him as soon as possible, and
and-but you know what to say.
Don't let him lose heart"
The colonel held her hand till they
reached the door.
Don't worry" he said, in parting.
81 shall have some good news for you in
day or two, am pretty sure"
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replied, with smile. Then his smile
vanished, and he bent his piercing gray
eyes upon her so steadily that her own
wavered little, and she dropped her
hand to arrange her skirt. "You were
on the lawn? he said. glancing out at a
window, as if to relieve her embarrass-
ment.
Mrs. Walters instantly recovered her
self-possession and looked him coldly
in the eyes.
eyes, on the right of the walk, among
the rose bushes. was gathering roses.
The bullet passed through my sleeve.
See! it was near enough. wasn't it?"
"Quite, should think. 1t must have
surprised YOU"
at did, of course" answered Mrs.
Walters, holding her roses to her nose.
81 heard the report, and then felt some
thing like little, very little, tug at
my sleeve"
"You are sure about that?" asked
Hendricks, in an Indifferent tone. "You
are sure that you heard the report be-
fore you felt the ball touch your
sleeve?"
"Quite sure" said she; ''but why
"He was not inside the fence?" went
Gun the detective, looking through the
window again.
"No; outside the fence, at the corner
of the lot."s .,;
"Ah, yes, L see," he replied, in a nom
committal tone. 'sHe must have been
100 yards from you. Permit me, please"
And, taking a silver-mounted lens from
! his pocket, he carefully examined the
! bullet-hole. For a moment no one
| spoke; then he said: ST wonder if we
could find that little piece of lead.
Would you mind coming with us and
showing me exactly where you stood? ''
'Not at all" Mrs. Walters rose with
a gratified smile.
Don't you think we are losing time,
Mr.. Hendricks?" asked Capt. Welsh, in
an undertone. 81 am afraid" But
Hendricks pinched the captains arm
warningly, and the remark was not fin
ished.
They had reached the lawn, when
Hendricks stopped Mrs. Walters and
examined her sleeve again.
''Not satisfied yet?" she laughed.
'I can see better here in the sun
| light" he answered. 81 have made a
study of the effect of bullets, fired at
different distances, on various stuffs.'
ct have often thoughtyour profession
must be fascinating one," Mrs. Wal
tiers remarked, as they started down the
walk
"It is getting to be rather uninterest-
ing employment. 1t is so easy to catch
up with people unskilled in our craft
If would-be criminals only knew that
we understood half we do, they would
not commit crime so often"
81 had not thought of that" said
Mrs. Walters, curiously studying his
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Accounted For

"Wuff, wuff. wuff!"
Inns low murmuring sound broke
the stiffness of the noontime.
'Wuff, wufc, wuff!"
Again this sound met the keen ears
OF the stranger. He beckoned tide dar-
key in the garden.
Uncle" he said, what is that
strange noise / hear? = there il goes
again. Have You got dog in there?"
"Dawg? The old man leaned hack
and roared with laughter. "Why, dat's
my dahter eatin' corn frum de cob"
N. Y. Journal.
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Not to Be Matched.

The story was current in the early
part of the queens reign that hermajes-
ty once asked the duke of Wellington
what kind of boots he was in the habit
of wearing. people call them Yelling
tons, madam" "How absurd" she
cried. "Where, should like to know.
will they find pair of Wellington's ?"-
N. Y. Post.
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He CouIdn,t Utilize 1T.

Faith moves mountains" quote the
Harlem lady, cheerily.
Yes" assented her husband, with
sigh; "but I never heard NJ It moving
furniture. Puck.
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Exact.

Il understand" said the merchant.
"that the streams are running dry out
your way"
"They are gittin' dry" said the farm
er, with q joyous haw-haw, "but they
amt rul..sin'. 1 guess the cigars is on
you" Indianapolis Journal. =
Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1897-09-18
NUMBER 20.
Obituary.

John \. Kulp.-Born May 3, 1887; died Sep
tember 10. 1897 Aged 60 years. months and
days.
Deceased was native of Bucks
county, Pennsylvania.
When he was about 3 years old his
parents moved to Mercer county,
Kentucky, and became members of
the society called Shakers. with whom
he lived until grown. Contrary to
the rules of this peculiar society, Mr..
Kulp married May Is, 1862. By this
act he forfeited his membership and
beth Kearl. he moved to Lawrence
county, Indiana. With their family
they moved to Dickinson county,
Kansas, in 1875, and to Trego county
in 1885. He settled upon a homestead
about eight miles south of Wa
Keeney. where by industry and
thrift he built comfortable home.
Mr.. Kulp was of a quiet, unobtru-
sive disposition, yet withal a good
neighbor and an Intelligent citizen,
well informed upon questions of
public interest.
He Joined the Campbellite church
in 1872. and remained a member until
his death. His death was caused by
cancer of the stomach and bowels.
from which he was a great sufferer
for more than year.
He leaves widow. five sons and
two daughters to mourn an irrepar-
able loss. They were all present at
his bedside except one son and Il
daughter. Their sorrow is shared by
a wide circle of friends.
Funeral services were conducted by
Rev. E. e. Gunckel at Methodist
church in this city last Saturday at
noon. after which the remains were
laid to rest in the Wa-Keeney ceme-
terV.
Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1897-09-18
BASE BALL.
Wa-Keeney VS.. Cove CITY.

Our base ball bows went to Cove
City on the 10th inst. and played the
champions of western Kansas.
Robert Laird, of Luray. pitched for
Wa-Keeney and his pitching won the
game for our boys. He struck out
sixteen of the Goyeites while Bevan
(GoveS pitcher struck out seven OF our
boys. Poffenberger umpired the game
and gave universal satisfaction.
Our boys say the Goveites treated
them royalty although they won about
5000 of their money.
The following witnessed the game:
w. w. and G.. \. Gibson, Lou and
Chet Gleason, Frank, George and Will
Wollner, w. HI. Swiggett, Oris Nc
Vey. Frank Inscho, Chas Street, VIM
Brown. Jr., and Walter Olson.
Following is the score: