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{! .':tet .!aF. Oct. 9th. 1889
OUTWITTED BY A WOMAN,
A MUCHLY MARRIED MAN WHOSE 'Ne,
1 WIFE DISCOVERED HIM.
George elute, alias George D.
Morrison, alias Dr. Bigelow, was
arrested at Brockville the other day
on a charge of bigamy, and develop•
meuts siuces,sliew that the"pitisoner
is not only a bigamist but a poly-
gamist. Sotue clays ago Chief
Mitchell received a tetter from a
woman iu Lancaster, Ont., stating
that the man of many aliases had
married her in Juno last and had
goue to Nova Scotia an married
again in August ; that she was de-
coying and holding hitt at Brock-
ville by means of letters in which
she promised to meet him there, as
he was anxious Ur 'get her property
away from her and wanted her to
come to Brockville. She also stated
that he had been in Brockville on
the 16th inst. The chief received a
telegram, dated the 25th, from
Nova Scotia, asking him to arrest
Geo. W. Clute, alias Geo. B. Bige-
low, who married Ida Thompson at
Truro, N.S., on the 8th August
last. In the afternoon Constable
Crites, of Cornwall, arrived with, a
warrant sworn out by his Lancaster
wife, but the gay Lothario could
not be found. However, he was
eventually spotted at the Revere
add arrested while reading one of
the decoy letters from the Lancaster
wife. The police havo secured an-
other letter addressed to him from
Oxford, N.S., and supposed to be
from wife No. 2. Clute was com-
pletely taken aback when arrested.
It is claimed by the Lancaster wo-
man that he secured $1,000 from
wife No. 2. It has trauspired that
Clute has also been carrying on his
matrimonial adventures in other lo-
calities, and on Monday, last week,
was married at Morristown, N.Y.,
to a Mrs. Munroe, of Lynn, who
makes wife No. 3, so far as hoard
from. Geo. Cluto is the prisoner's
right name. Ile is about 40 years
of ago, and was brought up at Brier
Hill, near Lyndhurst. Ile entered
early on a career of crime, and had
spout a considerable part of his life
in prison. In March last he finish-
ed a seven years torm in Kingston
penitoutiary for horse stealing, and
since then sCPtni to have devoted
his attention to levo teakit,g, and
with considerable SUCCORS, He is
rather a fine looking fellow, and
tvhen arrested was dressed in the
height of fashion.
--Irish Bottlers in the township
of Lowe, Ottawa, Quebec, have re-
fused to pay taxes, and the county
officials say that they will collect if
they havo to call out the military.
It is noiv in order for some of the
agitators to get up a fund to pro
tett the poor settlers front the per-
aoention of the prucose servers and
brutal minions Of the law,
0.41101.4 BY M1 WIFF'
A ue,SU G Id:tlO}111 Q,ENT TRAVEL*
THROUGH ILLINOIS WITH A
PRETTY PARTNER.
--Shelbyevill, Ill., is very much
wrought up over a sensation which
culminated there on Tuesday of leat
week. Five or'six weeks ago John J,
Malone, with a pretty young ivotnan
purporting to be his wife, both
from Bruce county, Ontario, came
there to take charge of the county
canvassing under W. C. Benson
general agent of the Singer
Sewing Machine Company. He
took rooms and boarded with Mrs.
1)r. Dittee, on South Broadway.
He was very successful in his busi-
ness, his supposed wife usually
accompanying him as an expert..
There was no reason to question the
relationship existing between them
until a week ago, when Constable
Dauthit received a letter of inquiry
front Mra. John Malone, at Walker-
ton, Ontario, asking about her
absent husband. Correspondence
followed, and as the result the de-
eded wife took the cars, arrived
there and swore out a warrant for
his art'o$t, Mrs, Malone, in cont•
pany with the Sheriff and armed
With she photographs of her six
childree, ranging in age from 2 to
11, confronted the guilty couple in
their rooms. Malone saw he was
cornered and wilted completely,
but his paramour declined to talk,
and stubbornly refused to go to the
court roma until force was threat-
eued. There the three shell a copi-
ous 'bower of tears. Maluue be-
came peuiteut, acknowledging his
guilt and promising to makeamends
.whereupon his wife withdrew the
suit. Malone and the girl uow de-
clare they havo never been married.
He is a well -appearing man of 37,
and hie real wife is two years
younger. The unwedded wife is
au object of pity. - She is a good
looking blonde about 20 years of
age, though looking to be 25. She
confessed the error of her way and
says her conduct is likely to break
her old mother's .heart, She first
met Malone at a hotel kept by her
brother and sister at Ripley, Ont.,
*here they both boarded aud where
the infatuation commenced. They'
havo beetatogether since March,
locating successively at Ottawa, La-
Salle, and Decatur. Malone urged
his wife to returu home and get the
children, but she is unwilling to
trust him again at such long range,
and proposes to stick to him. .Mr.
Benson bought the girl a ticket for
her home in the Demolition, and she.
took the train for Ripley, Tuesday
afternoon.
SOCIETY ON. -JUG RIDGE.
A COKRESPONDENT READS THE RIOT
ACT TO A DRUNKEN FIDDLER,
Since our last correspoudence to
your valuable paper society has
been very gay ou the Ridge. Thele
have been two social dances and
the Rupert barn•raisiug, the latter
especially pleasing in all Reappoint-
ments. Of the raising proper we
have naught to do, but the dance
which followed was a very brilliant
affair, attracting a large concourse of
our young people, aud •co,nes
directly within our province.
vier There was a regrettable
disappointment iu the music owing
(and we say it with unfeigned
sorrow) to Rube Cypert's low
instincts leading hire to a too
frequent USQ of stimulaute which
marred the pleasure of the affair
not a little. In this connection we
are constrained to say- that any
fiddler who will come to this sec-
tion and abstain to a reasonable
extent frow the accursed cup will
be sure to tied plenty to do. Ridge
society has been tolerant with
Cypert, but forbearance has about
ceased to be a virtue. Many a good
extra dollar Rube has made outside
of his axe•handle business, not to
mention being brought into contact
with a class of people infinitely
his superior, and how has he repaid
this kinmluoss? By 'sawing out
wheezy waltzes and cotillions on
his violin, so called, and getting
silly drunk at every party unless
two risen and a boy made it their
business to watch him. IIow did
ho treat us at the. Brayfegle wed-
ding? How at the Benson taffy -
pull 1 )Lary at the Shoddioger
barn -raising 1 Echo answers how,
iudeed I ilia untimely conduct on
these occasion," is too fresh on
memory's Nails to need more than
a mere reference. What must we
think of the fiddler who puts an
ouoniy in his mouth to steal away
his brains until he essays to rosin
his bow with a hickorynut and
play the "Money Musk" on a stick
of stove wood? Shame, a thousand
times shame, say . we 1 Rube has
been admonished repeatedly and
over and over again, and yet he
persists in his ungentlemanly con-
duct., Warnings being of no avail,
he is thus brought face to face with
the power of alio press. Wo are
going to have social dances on the
Ridge, anti we are going to have
the best music that is to be had.
If Iluho Cypert won't stay sober
r,
lotio,111,0f gh at atiti a to fnliiiih it,
notlt;itil anding hel is !,?.Ten now
weatiing;;clothe given to hien by
some of our beet people,' thole are
other fiddlers who will be glad of
the chance, we think. Let the
galled jade wince 1
tar But we di ;rens. We have
nothing but words of cen$ure, and
bitter, burning words at that, for
the yellow -hammers who stole the
refreshments out of the spring -
house and carried them off to the
barn where the same were eaten
and destroyed. It is probably re-
garded exceedingly smart in some
circles to nail a pie to the barn
door and write coarse remarks
about it, casting reproach upon the
fair hands that made it. We un-
hesitatingly characterize this as the
ue plus ultra of meanness and low
cunning, and decnouna the per-
petrators of the same in the caustic
manner for which we are noted.
This unseemly work has the ear-
marks of the Stover's Mill cot. So
you see we aro onto you, you frowsy
CUre.
ear While on the subject of
the pie, we desire to say, personally,
and once for all, that the miscreant
who chalked the scandalous refer
enoe to yoer correspondent (11 the
side of the barn will do well to lay
low. If ever we lay hands on this
guilty wretch he will quickly
understand that we know how to
wield our fists as well as a trench-
ant pen. Doge the yollow-hammer
hear the slogan 1
i
SNAIL CROP IN FRANCE.
We learn from a contemporary
that the snail harvest has just begun
in France. The 'poor man's oyster'
is so appreciated, that Paris alone
consumes about forty-nine tons dai-
ly, the best kind corning from Gre-
uoblo or Burgundy.. The finest
specimens are carefully reared in
an escargotiere, or snail park, such
as the poor capuchin monks planned
iu by -gone days at Colmar and
W einbach, when they had no ruo-
ney to buy food, and so cultivated
snails. But the majority are col-
lected by the vane-rtr'essers in the
evening from the stone -heaps, where
the snails have aesembled to enjoy
the dew. The creatures are then
starved in a dark cellar for two
months, and when they have closed
up the aperture of their shell, aro
ready for cooking. According to
the true Burgundy method, they
aro boiled in five or six waters, ex-
tracted from the shell, dressed with
fresh. butter and garlic, then replac-
ed in the shell, covered with parsley
and bread crums, and finally sim-
mered in white wine.
A FkIGHTFUL CYCLONE.
There is au indentation in the
state of Campeachy formed by
Laguna lake, which is separated
from the Gulf of Mexico by several
islands, the largest of which is the
Isla del Cannon. This island is
populated, thore being several
towns, the largest of which is Car-
men. The cyclone struck the coast
of Campeachy on Sept., 19, and a
gale from that date until Sept. 21,
with drenching rain, devastated the,
sea board of the peuiusu'1t for miles.
Tho hurricane was so strong in Car-
men that it pulled trees up by their
roots and deposited then) upon
houses, which they crushed" like
egg -shells. The inhabitants were
terrified, and missiles of all kinds
were flying, about the streets, knock-
ing in windows, destroying vegeta-
tion and keeping the people from
seeking safety in the opou air. The
subtropical sea generated volumes
of vapor, the very fuel of the cyc-
lone engine, and upon this it fed
until all the shipping in the harbor
and about the island had been
•wrecked. Vessel after vessel was
driver ashore. Twelve foreign
barks wero stranded. Two steam-
ships and twenty schooners and
many smaller craft were wrecked.
The number of lives lost is un-
known.
—Joseph 13u'tiyan had a rather
unpleasant experience at the Guelph
Station Wednesday night. He went
there to see a young lady oft' on the
train for Fergus. While standing
on the platform waiting for the
train, ho says the policeman took
the girl away from him to speak to
her. Bunyan did not like this, and
he called the girl t'o hint. The
train by this time haat arrived and
ho assisted the young lady on the
cars. When ho returned to the
platform the constable told him
that if he ever interfered with him
again in the discharge of his duty
ho would make him suffer for it.
While the two were parleying a G.
T. R. detective came on the scene
and ordered Bunyan off the" plat-
form. Ile refused to go, whereupon
the handcuffs were put on hint, and
lie was taken to the lock• up, Later
he obtained his freedom. It is said
that. Runyan will enter an action
fui:dainages against the detective for
putting the handcuffs ou hien.
tat if
iMY ME LOQ.
Lay me low, my work is done ;
I am weary, lay me low,
Where the wild flowers woo the sun,
Where the balmy breezes blow,
Where the butterfly taker! wing, -
Where the aspens drooping grow,
Where the young birds chirp, and
sing—
I am weary, let me go.
I have striven hard and long
In the world's unequal flght ;
Always to resist the wrong,
Always to maintain the right;
Always with a stubborn heart
Taking, giving blow for blow;
Children, I have played my part,
I am weary, let me go.
Shield and buokler, hang them up,
Drape the standard on the wall ;
I have drained the mortal oup,
To the finish, dregs and all.
When my work is done, 'tis best
'1'o let all my troubles go ;
I ani weary, let me rest.
I am weary, by me low,
A BRIDE'S LETTER,
Dear Helen, you will be surprised
To get a note so soon—the first
Bridal edition, unrevised—
And scribbled at my very worst.
I've but a pencil, as you ace,
A lea) from Harry's diary torn,
And then l'in writing on my knee,
Anil feel a little bit forlorn.
We're on the train still. I'm alone ;
Harry is in the stroking car
These hast two hours. My time's my own ;
But, Helen dear, how strangcmai;are !
Three days ago—time quickly flies—
And yet it somehow seems like years
Since all the kisses and good-bys,
And all the trembling hopes and fears.
Of course he likes to smoke ; hut then
You always used to say, you know,
Worsen were different from man,
Alt, yes, indeed ! I find it so.
Most of my dreams seem disarranged ;'
Of course I'm happy ; only life
Looks altered crow—the world is cliang-
ed—
I can't believe I'm Harry's wife.
And yet I know I am, for here
(What tiny thorns one's wrath may
MU 1)
I'm sitting quiet alone, my dear,
And he—is in the smoking car.,,
•
FOR OUR STORY -READERS.
"PERSONALLY OR BY LET-
TER . "
I am afraid I treated my brother
Leo very shabbily* As soon as he
had settled down at Wymaring,
whore he„ was managing the new
coal -thine, and had built a pretty.
little cottage in the settlement there,
he sent over for me to come and
occupy it, and expected, I suppose,
that I should keep house for him
till hisafortune was made and we
could return to old England to-
gether,
He forgot that out in Queensland
a marriageable young lady is a very
valuable and much -sought-after
article. I had not been at Wymar-
ing three weeks before I had half
a dozen suitors. One of them—
George Stewart, who had a sheep
farm six or seven miles away --
seemed quite as lonely as Leo,- and
he had a cottage waiting for me
much prettier than my.brother's :
so after I had kept house for Leo
for about six months, I changed my
name, and residence, and went over
to Stewarts Farm.
George did the best ho could for
Leo. He gave him,, in exchange
fer me, his own servant, a half-wit-
ted Irishman who was warranted to
wash, sew, and cook, as well as to
look after a horse and a garden; but
he was far too inventive and ingen-
ious a cook for Leo's taste, aud, as
for sowing, he did not know )tow
to use a thimble. Though I sup•
pose it was complimentary to me,
still I was very uneasy when I found
how thoroughly dissatisfied Loo was
with the change.
One evening he rode over to the
farm, as he often 'did, about sunset.
We were sitting out in a porch,
George and 1, and went to the gate
to meet him and put up his horse,
"That Mike again 1" Loo began
as soon as he had greeted us, and
would say no more till we wero all
seated in the porch together. "Oh,
that Mike 1" he exclaimed again.
"!Nell, what is the smatter this
time 1" netted George, "More ori-
ginal cookery 1"
"\o," groaned Leo ; "ho is
gone 1"
"Gond 1" ejaculated George and I
together.
"Yoe, I wanted ono of my best
linen shirts, and I found he has cut
it up into pocket -handkerchiefs;
and very proud of it, too. And I'm
afraid I trust havo discourged him,
because ho was disappeared."
'''That is a pity," said my hus-
band, seriously; "he was an honest
follow and wellmeaning•if ho did got
into a few muddles."
"Yes," answered Leo, "I stn very
sorry. It is not that I miss the man
ant very glad to be rid of him ;
but the gold watch -my father gave
, me aud n few more things havo
one 4'00.f y d
atm ,err I discourage
Mrf husband could not help
laughing,, but I wits very indiggant
at the theft of the watch.
"Look here," said Leo at last, "1
want my eister tarok. Remember,
it was a bargain. You gave the
that atropio;rs, old dunderhead of
an Irishman for her on the under
etanding,of course, thathe would stay
with me.. lila is gone. Naturally
take Mary back again to keep hou
for me."
"But I can not apare her," r
turned George, putting hie ar
around me with an air of proprieto
ship, "can 1, old girl ?' Look her
Leo—You must get married you
WE"
"Yes," I said, "get a wife for
yourself, Leo."
gcttiiuly „'bad * teticll .of sta;)zg froirf
ab(yt it.
`(Dear 'George :—F?and 1 must
go to Enettuds at 9nce about) the
Wabaug affair. I do not like leav-
ing Amy alone, so I an sending her
off to you," it began, and concluded
with arraugementa for our meeting;
his daughter at Canning, our near-
est station town, which wee cone•
nected by loup•line with Briabane..
I I handed back the epistle, laugh,-
ae lag.
"Well, we havo certainly plenty
e• of room and of welcome for her,"
m I said. "What kind ofa girl iaehe,
r- George?"
0, "Oh, you need not call her u girl!"
r- he replied. "Remember, she is a
year older than you. Harry's wife
was dead and buried before I was
fifteen."
"Hear, heap 1" cried my brother,
springing to his feet. "I am so
glad that is your opinion, because 1
proposed yesterday 1"
"Proposed 1" exclaimed George
and I. There was not a marriage-
able woman that we know of for
fifty miles round.
"For goodness' sake tell me to
),'hoot 1" I inquired.
"Oh, you need not be fr'ighten-
ed," he returned. "I'n1 not going
to marry a native, or the old hag
who keeps the dram•shop. I have
written horns for her."
"For Whom ?"
"Dolly 1"
"Dolly Deviy? Good gracoius 1
But you were never engaged, were
you?"
"No ; but I was always very fond
of her. She can cook and sew, I
feel certain ; and I know she was
very fond of me." •
"But what did you say to her?" I
gasped
"Oh, I said I had never given a
thought to any girl since I left
her—"
"Especially as you have scarcely
seen one," interposed George.
Leo went on without noticing the
interruption.
"I said I wanted a wife, and
asked her if she would conte out
here and marry me; I would meet
her at Brisbane, and get the thing
done straight off before coming on
here, where we should live happily
ever afterwards."
"Oh !" exclaimed George, whistl-
ing. "Is 'that all 1"
"Oh, no ! I sent her a piece of
poetry that I aro sure will bring
her. I made it up for the occasion.
Here is the first verse:—
"Hand in hand, little:children, together,
We played where the breeze of theintoor-
land
.Shock all the bells (Atha heather,
Little sweetheart, do you remember ?
She bells are all withered;
.The heather is black,
'And I am cone back,
Is it hand in band still, little sweet-
heart? '
Is it hand in hand, darling„forever ?”
"Funny metre!" grunted George.
"And there never was any hea-
ther ail Bloxhonte, where you saw
Dolly," ,1 objected.
"No, it was stubble fields chiefly;
but'.stubble' does not sound r•ouiau-
tic enough. It is poetic license, you
know."
"And you are not going back,"
said tuy husband.
"Poetic license !" ejaculated Leo
again. 1.
"She will never comet" I declar-
ed emphatically.
"I don't expect she will ; but it
is worth tryiug. There is nota girl
in this place except the little
Browns; and I can't wait' eight
years till they grow up. Just my
luck—the only marriageable young
young woman ever imported was
my own sister 1 But I do not see
why Dolly should $ot come," he
event on. "I shall be in the
agonies of' suspense for a couple of
months."
"You have not really sent the let-
ter," I queried, for I could hardly
believe it.
Leo assured me that he had. It
was well on its way. to Brisbane, if it
was not already on board ship.
I could hardly realize that my
brother had really sent Dolly Devay
a proposal of marriage, but, when I
did realize it, I felt very disappoint-
ed.
Dolly was not half good enough
for Leo. She was a pretty little
thing, no doubt, and could play the
piano; but I could not remember
anything else that she could do,
They.xvere only jingling little pieces
she played, too, "Like herself,"' I
thought bitterly; but I kno.v it was
no good saying anything to Leo now.
I could ouly )tope that she would
not accept this offer which my bro•
thor seemed to bo making so lightly.
On thinking the matter over, 1 de-
cided that she would not ; the
whole idea was far too absurd, and
so 1 comforted utyeeif.
"I can't help admiring harry,'
said George, as we set at breakfast
a few weeks after Leo had startled
us with the news of his proposal—
my huabend was reading a letter
from his brother in Melbourne,
which the mounted postman had,
just brought in—"he is 80 delight -
full cool 1" -
"What does he say?" I asked.
George handed me the letter. It
SaTeetaresera
"Lei rue see—she is very pretty, I
think you told me?" I asked, anx-
ious for a description of this young
lady who was to swoop down upon
us so suddenly.
"Yes, she is a very nice looking
Little thing. Why, bless nie," he -
cried, suddenly, "a man is not for-
bidden to marry his brother-in-law's'
niece, is he? She will be just the
girl for Leo."
Tho same idea had occurred to-
me. I had nearly dismiased frotrr
my mind all thoughts of my bro-
ther's absurd proposal to Dolly. I
think George had forgotten about
it altogether. He went on deserib-
. ing Amy's many virtues in such
glowing terms that I did uotµkuow
whether to feel jealous or fall in
love with her.
When the girl herself' arrived
the next day, I was charmed with
her. Her appearance on the scene
was rather romantic, George had
ridden over to Conning with a spare
horse early in the afternoon, and I
was expectiu , theist to arrive to-
gether in the evening. About sun-
set Leo cattle over to see hie new
relative, and we were walking to-
gether down the cleared bridle -path,
when Leo stopped suddenly.
"Listeu," lie said ; "here they area,.
and I could hear the sound of horses'
hoofs in the distance. We could not
see far, as 1110 path wound so suaraao-g:.
the trees, "Why, there is only one
horro!', added my brother. "Bess is -
coming in at a gallop."
The tone of hie voice and hien
manner made 1110 app.nehensive of
danger.
"It is nut at runaway ?" }i asked in
alarm. Leo laughed to reassure
me.
"Keep calm, little woman," he
said, taking off his coat and hat as, •
he spoke, ready for action.
The' horse galloped round
the curve of. the bridle -path,
with a slight figure swaying in the,
saddle and leaning forward on the -
excited • animal's ,neck. 1t , passed
me as I drew back into the bushes
but Leo sprang iuto the road, and,
running with the horse, seized the
bridle with both hands, putting his
arm round the gir! to do so. For
a moment he looked a comical figure'
—at which, however, I felt not the
slighest incliuntiou to laugh—as he
ran along by the side of the horse
pulling with all his 'night at the
reius. Then Bess, feeling a strong
and familiar arm restraining her,
cooled down and gave in.
Almost before I knew what had'
happened, Leo had lifted the girl
from her perilous seat and was
walking by her side towards me,
leading the panting horse by the
bridle.
"!hiss Stewart was in a great
hurry to get to us, wasn't she 1" he
said, as be came up.
I expected to find our visitor almost. .
fainting or on the verge of hyster-
ics, but she seemed as cool as if
nothing had happened.
"You will think mo at stupid.
rider, to begin with,"she remarked,
when I had welcomed her ;and in-
quired if she was hurt. "I could
not got much practice in Mel-
bourne."
Leo was just saying ho thought
her very calm and plucky, when -
George, who had been left far be-
hind, arrived in hot haste to intro-
duce us.
Ho found such a ceremony quite
unnecessary. I had fallen in love
with Amy already —she was such a.
bright, charming girl, Leo seemed.
to admire her, too ; and I thought
he must have forgotten Dolly, so I
asked him what he imagined Miss
Devay would have done had she
been in Amy's place. Tho question.
seamed to make him exceedingly -
angry.
My love for Amy Stewart in-
creased every day, for she appeared
lto be continually justifying the
admiration I had felt for her at our
first meeting. I do not know what
Leo's first opinion of hor was, so I
cannot say whether it was strength-
ened or not. I only know that
his evoniug yisits became four times
as frequent and encroached more
and more on the afternoon. To
prevent Amy from having any more
perilous oxperiohcos on Bess,. ho
was kindly instructing her in riding
and of course this necessitated fre-
quent journeys over to our farm.
Amy Was rapidly developing into a
skilful horsewoman. I wished Leo
had taken half the trouble to teach
me, and I told him s6.
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