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New York, Jan. 26.—News by steamer today from San Jose de Costa Rica states that in a recent ‘return cruise from the coast of Pat- ja gonia to Port Santa Cruz, the Ar- |gentine revenue cutter San Juan, jsighted and came to anchor off au island hitherto unknown, located 56 miles from shore, three miles long by one mile wide averaging prob- ably 30 feet above high tide, with a rocky and almost perpenicdular line of coast extremely tedious of ascent In the interior, however, it was found to be well wooded and the captain of the cutter reports having encountered in his rambles many species of wild animals and thou- sands of birds. A number of ciear fresh water springs were noted. Beside one of these a human foot print was discovered. Search of the vicinity led to finding a man asleep on the ground elose by the beach. He wus perfectly devoid of clothing but his beard and hair, snow white reached nearly to his knees. When first awakened he at- tempted to escape and acted like a wild man, but being captured soon recovered his speech. He was a uative of Spain, 48 years old, and gave the name of Mariano Rodri- quez. He said he shipped from Montevideo in 1880 in an American schooner from New York bound around Cape Horn. A violent storm cast the vessel upon rocks aud he alone of all the crew had succeeded in gaining the shore in safety. No other ship had been sighted since the day he landed uu til the San Juen came. He had liv ed on raw shell fish and bird’s eggs which were obtainable in abundance, but his suffering from exposure to weather, at times variable and bitter cold, had been terrible and almost unbearable. The island has been named “Isle de Rodriquez,” after which this new Robinson Crusoe was sent back to Spain at the ex- pense of the gooernment of Costa Rica Congress will be asked at the coming session to vote a gold medal to the captain of the San Ju- an for having discovered the island and rescued the solitary shipwreck ed occupant. Hk MADE SURE. A Leading Citizen of Clear Water Kas Is Shot in the Back and Killed. Wichita, Kan, Jan. 28.—Dudley Murphy, a citizen of Clear Water, 25 miles west of here was shot in the back yesterday by Dr. Straum, a prominent physician of the town. Murphy was coming ont of a durg store and Straum was concealed in a stairmay a. for him. As Mur phy had turned to walk down thc street, Straum shot in him in the back with a Winchester. Murpby fell and Straum reloaded and shot him in the back of the neck. He then pulled a revolver and shot the dying man four times aud snapped the other cartridges of his revolver. Murphy was picked up dead and Straum hastened to jail and gave himself over to the sheriff for pro tection. Lynching is feared. Murphy had just returned from Oklahoma and during his absence of three weeks intimate relation is said to have sprang up between Mrs. Mur phy and the doctor. Straum claims that he heard that Murphy was go ing to kill him and hence his action. Murphy's friends say he knew noth- ing of it. Straum has a wife and two children. A Sister’s Strange Crime. Paris, Jan. 26.—An almost un- ation; {heard of crime was committed in a A girl 10 years old was -walking in the fields The ba- | by grew fretful and the girl tied the little thing to the tail of a cow and then hustled the animal into a gal- m igo, (lop. The girl then went home and ' When the | child was discovered it was a shape- provincial town to-day. with her 2-year-old sister. | told what she had done. ‘less mass Whalebone has become one of the! imost expensive substances in the! | world excect gems and some of the! Itis now quoted at} | rarer metals. | about $12,500 a ton at wholesale. | We had an invitation to go down and see the | ' show, | An’so Mehitable an’ I concluded we would i go. , Our daughter ’Lizy wrote ’t 'd be the season's / great event, | An’ money used for sech a treat ’d be, she H thought, well spent. | *Twan’t gwine to be the theater, but opery, | she said, | An’ in a style that nothin’ heretofore had gone ahead. UNCONVERTED. i | “In short, dear pa,” she further wrote, “the Prima Donna there With diamonds all a-glitter,and neck and _ arms all bare, Will sing so sweet, you'll wish she'd sing for- everjin your ears, For surely she can almost melt a tiger into tears.”” An’ t’was jes’ like "Lizy—in a po'’script she put in— To say, “be sure and come,” an’ underlined the words ag’in. An’ so we went, expectin’ to be entertained quite grand, But spite of all my figurin’,I didn’t under- stand How notes all twisted round an' skewed an’ whizzed off rocket high Could make a human bein’, an’ much less a tiger cry. An’ I looked at Mehitable, an’ she looked straight at me, An’ when I whispered what I thought, she said: “I jest agree.” 'p’intment, but we didn’t For bein’ kind o’ sensitive, ‘twould hurt her feelin’s so; But if sech singin’ an’ sech airs to highest art belong, Then gimme jest the lowest grades o’ melody an’ song. An’ it’s middlin’ clear to me that folks with music in their soul Hev missed a treat, if they hev missed the score in Nature's role. Yet they talk about their concerts an’ their city matinees, But gimme fest the wild birds, ‘ith their too- raleoralay's A eels the bylanes, an’ warblin’ on the 8, With notes a-risin' clear an’ sweet, on ev'ry passin’ breeze. That's what I call real music, with a proper kind o’ ring; An’ them’s the Primy Donny’s’atcan show you how to sing. An’ when it comes to wordin’ o’ the songs they love to trill, Theirlanguage is about as plain, an’ mebbe plainerstill, Than that o’ many o° gals, in finery all dressed, Whose words you partly understand, an’ then you guess the rest. An’ as to homage—waal, I guess Dame Natur’ leads the way In knowin’ how to well arrange a-whoppin’ big bokay. —Munsey’s Weekly. LOOKING FOR JORLETTE. A Detective Tells a Pretty Good Story on Himself. Jorlette will be on board the half-past seven o’clock mail train. Follow him to Liverpool. Will meet you there. Look sharp. CATHCART. This was the wording of the telegram I received one wet, ugly night last De- cember. I was sitting in my little snug- gery back of my office before a blazing grate with my feet in slippers and my body ina warm dressing-gown. I had a mug of hot punch and a cold mince pie on the table before me, along with an uncut novel and a genuine Havana, with which I intended to regale myself presently. And although I had a very strong anxiety to secure Jorlette, it must be confessed that I was altogether too comfortably situated to relish going out into the cold that dismally dirty night. This telegram was from my chief, who, I might as well say, was a detect- ive, and I had followed that thankless and precarious business for several years. People considered me very suc- cessful in working up difficult cases, but I was never quite satisfied with myself. This same Jorlette had given usa great deal of trouble. We had never had so keenly cunning a spirit to cope with. Strategy was matched with strat- egy, diplomacy with diplomacy, and scores of times, when we were sure of him, he had slipped from under our fin- gers like a flea and left us wondering how he managed it. Perhaps it would be well to explain that Pierre Jorlette was a murderer, upon whose head was set a purse of £2,000 by the crown. A Frenchmanand nobleman by birth, a gentleman by edu- cation, he had when very young married a beautiful English girl, with whom he passed two years of unalloyed happi- ness. At the end of that time some fearful shadow came between them— none knew of what nature—and the in- human husband stabbed his wife to the heart. Her confidential maid witnessed the deed and attempted tosave the life of her mistress, but Jorlette fell upon her with savage ferocity and left the two corpses lying side by side. These are the facts as briefly as I can state them to you. Of course, there are Many minor circumstances not worth recording, as they have little bearing upon the short story I am writing. It seemed from this telegram that Jorlette was to be on the 7:30 train. I wondered how Cathcart had got his in- formatiom; but he had armies of spies constantly working for him, and prob- ably some of them had made the dis- covery. I had only to follow instructions. For the hundredth time I took Jor- lette’s photograph from my pocket- book and examined the features of the murderer. It was a singularly hand- some face that I saw—clearly cut, with large hazle eyes shaded by !ong, dark lashes, a mouth delicate and sensitive as a woman’s, a high, rather narrow forehead, half hidden in clustering curls of auburn hair, a form rather spare, yet well knit, anda hand sym- metrical and rounded as a woman's. The picture would have answered splendidly for that of a sentimental, sonnet-making poet—but for a murderer it was a dead failure. Nevertheless somewhere in the past, before crime had seathed him, Jorlette had set for it. | I changed my slippers for boots and | got myself inside my fur overcoat, blacking-brushes, that I might appear a respectable traveler, and looking at my watch, found I had just time to reach the station. The train stopped ten minutes for re- | freshments, and taking the guard, who i Was an old friend of mine. sufficiently into my confidence. I was given an op- portunity of looking through the car- tiages previous to the starting of the | train. It was a full train, but, singularly enough, there was not a red-headed man on board of it. Jorlette was red- headed, and aside from that circum- stance he hada face which I flattered myself I could not readily mistake. As I stood irresolute and feeling very much as if I had been fooled, there came toward me from the dining room an in- dividual, tall and spare, with aslouched hat, a white cravat.a huge piece of game pie in his hand—and this person had red hair! And dark eyes! I watched him closely. There was a certain dogged, skuiking look about him; he would not meet my eyes, and he walked off to the extreme end of the platform by himself and remained there munching his pie until the last bell rang, and then he hurried on board with the air of one who felt that a great deal de- pended on his getting a seat. I was convinced that he was my man, though he was not altogether like the photograph. Still, faces and photo- graphs differ a great deal, since to the picture there is little expression or no expression; and do not the character- istics of a face depend more on color and expression than a mere outline of feature? He entered carriage No. 171, and at a hint the guard put me in the same van. There were three persons already there besides my pie-eating friend and my- self. An elderly gentleman, who was reading the Times wrong side up and nodding blandly over its fascinating columns; a pair of rural lovers, loung- ing on each other's shoulfers and dis- cussing peppermint drops together; and presently we were re-inforced by an old lady in a very prim bonnet with brown ribbons, and bearing luggage in the shape of a bird-cage, a basket with a catin it, an umbrella and a very large carpet sack. Jorlette had produced another section of pie and was demolishing it vigorous- ly. Seemingly he enjoyed it. Well, I suppose even a murderer may enjoy eat- ing pie. Just as the train began to move the door opened and a young lady came hesitatingly forward. You know what helpless creatures women are on their feet in a bouncing, swaying railway car, and this young beauty was no exception. She tottered and would have fallen, but I put out my arm and caught her, at the same time offering her the unoccupied seat at my side. She blushed rosily, thanked me in the sweetest voice I had ever heard, and sank down on the cushions, covering my knees with billows of ruffling and fringing, making me feel well—not many removes from the gates of para- dise. A lovelier face Ihad never seen. The skin was clear and fair; the mouth sweet, sensitive, and a little sad; the eyes dark and melting, and the beauti- ful dark brown hair, which hung over her shoulders in the prevailing style, was soft as floss silk and rippled like the bosom of a meadow brook when it flows over a bed of pebbles. But so lost was I in contemplating the charms of this fair creature that I suddenly remembered I was not “‘look- ing sharp,” as Cathcart had ordered me, and I turned to regard my unsuspecting Jorlette. If acriminal he was a very self pos- sessed one. He had finished his pie and was picking his teeth with a quill and furtively regarded his boots, which, by a@ peculiar lightness and stiffness of look, I judged were new ones. Occa- sionally he felt of them, as if perhaps his corns were pinched, and once I was sure he muttered something like an oath as he rubbed his long, white fingers over the locality of his great toe. There was nothing to be done with him until we reached Liverpool, unless he attempted to leave the train. sol might as well cultivate the acquaint- ance of my pretty seat-mate. She was somewhat shy, but after awhile <I managed to overcome her reserve, and we chatted pleasantly like old friends. She had not been much from home, and was a little timid about traveling alone. She started nervously every time the car gave a lurch, and I deemed it my duty to put my arm around the back of the seat to calm her fea’ She had such a horror of railway acci- dents, she said, after her Aunt Jane had predicted, before she left, that some- thing dreadful was going to happen to her; and then she lifted her large, melt- ing eyes to my face. and I drew the arm down from the seat and let it rest on her shoulder. Men are the natural pro- tectors of women, you know. We talked on various subjects. My sweet companion was very weil-in- formed and her language was simple and well chosen. Before I was hardly aware of it I had told her that I was a detective, and that I was making this journey expressly to help capture Jor- lette—that notorious Jorlette. She shuddered and drew a little nearer to me. “Dear me!” she said, nervously, “it must be dangerous business. This Jor- lette, I have heard, is a desperate char- acter. Pray, oh, do pray be careful.” And she dropped her voice so near to a whisper and threw so much expression into her beautiful eyes that I could not | resist tenderly pressing the white hand so near my own and whispered, I am afraid, something that would look ab- surd on paper. ‘That was a very delightful trip to me and I think it must have been not un-/ they guard their jewels. They are not pleasant to the young lady. for her | cheeks were red and her eyes bright as we approached the termimus. She was going to her sister, who lived two or she had to leave me before my | was ended. | I managed to press a warm kiss on her stuffed a valise with brown paper and | lips and to beg her to give me her ad- dress that I might call on her. | She smiled archly up into my face. | me see—your first name is—— three miles inland from Liverpooi, so imey The train only halted fora moment. but “[ will drop you a line within a week, | Mr. Dayton.” she said, sweetly. “Let “Alphonse No 341 T—— street. Liv- erpool, for the next ten days. | es i ee ; bye, darl a cissed | 5 < armas SJACOBS QO], a dull feeling of pain insi { FOR RHEUMATISM. $20,000 LOST. COL. D. J. WILLIAMSON, Ex-U. S. Consul at Callao, Pera, whose fac-simile signature from his testimonial is here shown, states: | tion of my waistcoat. But I resolutely put my pretty un- known out of my mind, and devoted my- self to looking sharp at Jorlette, who had evidently fallen asleep. Talk about the uneasiness of a guilty conscience, indeed! At Liverpool Mr. Cathcart stepped into the car before any one had left it. He | swept his eye over the occupants anda look of blank dismay settled on his face. “Thunderation!” cried h S it pos- sible you have let him skiy “He is there,” said I, triumphantly, pointing to my red-headed fellow-pas- senger. “That!” said Catheart, in a tone of ineffable contempt. ~Alf, you're a fool. That man is Rev. John Pennicut, rector of St. Thomas’ Church, Cumberwell How do you do, sir?” shaking hands with the pie-eater. As for me, I was k ng around for a convenient knot-hole ww crawl into, but there seemed to be no such thing around loose. Cathcart turned upon me fiercely. “Where in the deuce is Jorlette?” he exclaimed, savagely. ‘Did I not order you to look sharp?” “Yonder reverend gentleman was the only one on the train in any wise an- swering Jorlette’s description,” said I, doggedly. The guard came up at that moment and substantiated my statement, and Cathcart was obliged to swallow his mor- tification with as good grace as possi- ble. His information relative to Jor- lette’s being a traveler by the 7:30 mail had come from one of his most reliable men, but there had been some mistake somewhere. We were not to pocket the £2,000 reward in a hurry. A week afterward I received a letter written on pink paper, perfumed, and elegant generally. I transcribe it: “l was a help- less cripple for years frem rheuma- tiem, spent $20,000 in vain, then used St. Jacobs Oil, and Itcured me.” Sold by Druggtats and Deat- eve Everywhere. THE CHARLES A. VOGELER CO., BALTIMORE, MD. EQUITABLE® LOAN AND INVESTMENT ASSOCIATION OF SEDALIA, MO. CAPITAL STOCK, $2,000,000. This association iseues a series each month, on payment of membership fee ot One Dollar per share. We pay cash Jividends semi-annuall on Paid UpStock. We loan money anywhere in Missouri. Parties desiring to make investments tor interest or to procure loans wil! do well My Dear Mr. Darron—Hereby I fulfill my | tosee J. HU. NORTON, Agent, promise of dropping you a line within a Butler Mo. week. I am flourishing and hope you are Or Address also. My Aunt Jane's presentiment did not prove prophetic. Iam on my way to Amer- ica, where I expect to be el=cted to Congreas with the rest of my stripe. Give my love to old Cathcart. You have no idea how funny it feels to have your lips pressed by a man’s ips when you happen to be aman yourself, Sorry you are not to get the £2,000, but self- preservation is the first law of nature. Faith- fully yours, PIERRE JORLETTE. Well, the secret was out! My pretty girl was the infamous mur- derer himself, and Cathcart and I were done brown. We kept the secret between us, and have not yet given over our search for Jorlette, but I greatly fear that the £2,090 will never fall into our hands.— N. Y. News. R. C. SNEED, Sec'y., Sedalia. Mo. Children Cry for Pitcher’s Castoria. ‘When Baby was sick, we gave her Castoria. ‘When she was a Child, she cried for Castoria, ‘When she became Miss, she clung to Castoria, ‘When she had Children, she gave them Castoria, UNFORTUNATE CHILDREN. A New Breed of Humanity the Product of Fashionable Society. We are witnessing the production of a new race of humanity which is at pres- ent in its infancy, and will be best- named as “the Don’t Children.” The Don't children are the offspring of the fashionable women up-town and on Co- lumbia Heights and the Hill in Brook- lyn. What kind of men and women they will make time alone can tell, but the result is well worth waiting for, and will be very interesting. There are few, if any, adults now alive who spent such childhood as these little things are going through, but as there are now tens of thousands of such little ones, they will make some sort of a distinct mark on the future social and business life of the town. The Don’t children are those little things we see in front of the brown- stone houses with the nurse girls in mob caps and starched aprons. These little children are very peculiarly dressed; al- ways ultra fashionably. If they are little girls, barely able to walk, they are dressed in long skirts that reach to the pavements, and have on either bon- nets like old women or very greatsprawl- ing hats. If they are boys they are dressed equally within an inch of their lives, and in either case they never stray five feet from their nurses. Their little faces look prematurely old and are often deeply lined because it is the fashion to keep them up with their mothers assisting at entertaining in the parlors, eating rich food at the regular family dinner, and cake and ices at ten or eleven o'clock at night. They have their own tastes in wines and cordials and drink with the grown folks. They go to the theaters and discuss the artista on the stage: indeed, they are all “made up” themselves as Elsie Leslies or Fauntleroys, or whatever the child heroes of the stage may happen to be | called. | They are called Don't children be- eause the word “don’t” is like an iron | band that cramps their little lives. ; When they try do any thing that is | childish, when their spirits effervesce, and their infantile nature asserts itself in any way “don’t” is the word that checks them. If they start to run, the nurse says don't; if they begin to romp, she says don't; if they leap up end | down with glee, the nurse says don't. If | they chatter at home, as little things will, the mother says don't; so she does if their hands are soiled, if they smear their little mouths with chocolate or get down upon all fours with the family kit- | ten. Don't, don’t, don’t is the chorus of their seniors, and the obstacle to all | their natural inclinations. 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