E. J. Clemens died at 2:30 p. m. yesterday of acute congestion. Only four months ago, he married Miss Lizridge [?] of Hartford, Conn. His remains were forwarded to Hartford on the Santa Fe. Funeral services were conducted at the residence of Mrs. F. A. Hay, 182 Commerce street.

     Probate business was disposed of as follows:
     Estate of E. F. Camuse, deceased, inventory and appraisement and bond of community administratrix examined and approved and survivor authorized to manage, control and dispose of said community estate in accordance with law.

     Dr. J. M. Black, aged about 60 years, who resided at 776 Elm street, lost a leg last spring and has been in poor health and despondent since his mishap.
     Yesterday morning, he visited a drug store and secured forty grains of morphine. He swallowed fifteen grains at the store and upon arrival home, he exhausted what was left. At noon, he was a dead man. Justice Lauderdale returned a verdict in accordance with the facts. Dr. Black had been a resident of Dallas a number of years and left a widow and one sister.

     Telegrams were received in the city this morning from Col. John F. Elliott, at present in San Antonio, announcing the death in that city at 1 o'clock this morning of his wife, Mrs. Ada Stewart Elliott. Mrs. Elliott was attacked by the grippe last winter and was unable to shake off its effects. The disease in the spring fastened upon her lungs and death resulted after about two month's stay in San Antonio, to which city her devoted husband had taken her in hope of a change for the better. Mrs. Elliott was one of the most lovable and noble characters, and during a brief residence of two or three years in Dallas had warmly endeared herself to an unusually large circle of friends, who will hear with bitter regret of her early death. A fond and loving wife, a devoted mother, a loyal friend, a pure, sweet character in all her domestic relations, her loss to her husband and home will be irreparable and to her friends a source of keenest sorrow.
     The remains will reach this city to-morrow morning and the funeral services will be conducted at the cathedral by Bishop Garrett at 10:30 o'clock. She will be buried at Trinity cemetery

     Deputy United States Marshall __. T. Luster of Corsicana came in this morning with Jim Curtin, said to be the head and front of the Posten gang of counterfeiters and a very desperate man. Curtin had a brother killed at Farmer's Branch a few years ago. Posten had a brother killed in the Nation. The name of the deputy marshal is Luster -- no Lister nor Foster. He is very proud of his name and his work and he objects to being written up in the newspapers under aliases.

     Mrs. J. B. Butler, the wife of the well known printer, died at her home on Washington avenue Monday. The interment took place yesterday.

     Mrs. T. Y. McCune died yesterday at her home on Peabody avenue.

     Mary Osborne, forgery; indictment quashed on account of death of defendant.

     This morning at the private school of Mrs. Pierce on Greenwood and Floride streets in East Dallas, a most horrible accident occurred, which cost a young lady her life.
     Miss Nevada Roberts, of Wolf City, has been making her home with Mrs. Pierce. The ladies were kindling a fire in the stove in the school room. Miss Roberts saturated the wood with coal oil as it burned slowly. the oil ignited and an explosion followed. The burning fluid fell upon the unfortunate girl, and in an instant, her clothing was a seething mass of flames.
     Mrs. Pierce and others present gave the alarm and Capt. Ralph Jackson and the East Dallas fire company quickly responded. The neighbors also rushed in and rendered all the aid possible, but their efforts were unavailing. The victim was beyond humor succor. She died a few minutes after the explosion in most heart-rending agony.
     The young lady was popular with all who knew her. Her parents, who reside at Wolf City, were wired the sad news, and the remains will be shipped to that place for interment.
     Mrs. Pierce, who was sick in bed, was unable to render any assistance. Her daughter, Mrs. Kidwell, was painfully, though not seriously, burned about the hands in attempting to extinguish the flames.
     The damage to the building by fire was nominal.

     Mr. George Crutcher, who lives across the way from Mrs. Pierce's little school house, while at breakfast this morning, heard the report of the explosion and was among the first to reach the scene of the accident. He says that on arriving, he found the lifeless body of Miss Nevada Roberts stretched across the doorway leading into the building, burned to a crisp, and her neck, arms and back, charred. It seems that at 8 o'clock, as was her custom, she went to build a fire before the pupils assembled and had kindled it in a blaze. After putting on the coal, she attempted to pour the oil from the can, which ignited and exploded with fatal results. The can was found melted by the stove and her death must have occurred from shock of the explosion, as she was found dead by Mrs. Kidwell. She was about 18 years old and originally from Wolf City, Texas, and had a flourishing private school in this city. She was much beloved by her pupils and patrons.
     Mr. Crutcher telegraphed the sad news to the parents of the deceased, who have the sympathy of the entire community.

     Dr. O. T. Williams of Oak Cliff, whose father, T. T. Williams, was found dead in Oak Cliff last November, and for whose supposed murder, John Annello is held, says that his father left Whitney Saturday, November 28, spent Saturday night in Cleburne and came on to Dallas, Sunday following.

     "B. W. McCullough died at 6:10 this morning."
     The above telegram, received by a well-known railroad man from C. B. Fegan at Hot Springs, caused deep-felt sorrow when its contents was made public, for Col. McCullough was held in high esteem in railroad, business and social circles of the metropolis of the state.
     Ten days ago, he was taken to Hot Springs with heart disease, as well as Bright's disease. C. B. Fegan accompanied him, and H. C. Townsend, general passenger agent of the Missouri Pacific and a warm friend, has been with him constantly until the vital spark fled from its earthly tenement. The remains will be taken to Sidney, Ohio, this evening by Messrs. Townsend and Fegan for interment. Sidney is the native place of the deceased and interment will take place in that city, where the parents and brothers of the dead man reside. To-night, at 8:10, a special train will leave this city bearing Col. James Aiken, Cooper Knott, Thomas L. Kingsley, E. P. Turner, J. B. Metcalf, Lawrence Knepfly, Harry Archer and other intimate friends, who will attend the funeral and pay the last tribute of respect to the memory of a departed friend.
     B. W. McCullough was one of nature's noble men and his death will be sincerely mourned by those who knew his sterling qualities and admired the man.

     B. W. McCullough was a native of Sidney, Ohio, and between 50 and 55 years old. He served with credit in the army of the union, and after the termination of hostilities, began railroading. Seventeen year ago, he came to Texas from the Grand Rapids and Indiana railroad, resigning the position of general passenger agent to accept a like position on the International and Great Northern under H. M. Hoxie. On the consolidation of the Iron Mountain, Texas and Pacific and International and Great Northern railroads, he was appointed general passenger and ticket agent of the consolidated lines. He was also general passenger and ticket agent of the Missouri Pacific when the Missouri, Kansas & Texas railroad was included in the system. Since the International and Great Northern and the other lines passed into other hands, Mr. McCullough has been general passenger and ticket agent of the Texas and Pacific with headquarters in Dallas. He had never married and had no relatives in Texas. Deceased was a mason, an Elk, a member of the Grand Army of the Republic and other secret societies, and the news of his death has caused a profound feeling of sorrow in all circles where he was known.

     A sanguinary battle between two farmers residing in the vicinity of Rowlette, this county, took place last evening, and the meagre particulars reached this city to-day.
     The parties to the tragedy are Benjamin Page and Michael Coyle, two well known farmers, married men with families.
     They got into a dispute over the settlement of an account and hot words were exchanged. Both men were dead game and they determined then and there to wipe pout the score in blood. Coyle raised his shotgun and Page leveled his pistol. Both fired at the same instant. Page fell dead in his tracks, shot through the heart, and Coyle reeled over mortally wounded with a bullet hole in his stomach. Coyle will die. The tragedy created great excitement in the Rowlette neighborhood.

Southern Afternoon Press.
     INDIANAPOLIS, Jan. 22. -- One of the most appalling fires ever known in the history of Indianapolis occurred early this morning. The National Surgical Institute, a four-story brick building, burned to the ground.
     The bodies of nineteen of the inmates, burned almost beyond recognition, had been taken from the building or picked up on the sidewalk where they had jumped from the upper stories, up to 7 o'clock.
     The fire started about midnight in the office on the bottom floor, and is supposed to have been a spontaneous combustion of some chemicals.
     Fifteen minutes after the fire was discovered, pandemonium reigned among two hundred and forty-six dwarfed and crippled patients, and thirty nurses sleeping in the upper floor rooms.
     The young patients in utter helplessness rolled out of bed and wriggled or crawled over the floor in a vain endeavor to save their lives.
     Some jumped from windows and other rolled head foremost down stairs, while all uttered shriek after shriek as they realized their terrible danger.
     Small children with braces enveloping their limbs and body, could be seen wriggling out of their rooms filled with fire and smoke and begging the rescuers to save wheat life remained within them.
     Those that could be removed were placed on cots and taken to the annex across the street where they could be seen stretched upon improvised beds, spread upon tables and lying on the floor. Little children were moaning and crying and coughing in the bitter cold, and their faces were blanched with fear and their throats were rasped with smoke they had inhaled.
     Mrs. Samuel Lazarus of Dallas, Texas, jumped from the second floor and may die.
     Miss Fannie Brodie of Memphis, Tenn., was burned in a dozen places.
     These two were the only southerners hurt, but Miss Lottie Lazarus of Dallas, an inmate, is lying low from injuries and fright.
     Two babies were thrown from a second floor window, and willing hands below caught them safely to their bosom.
     Leonora Knowles of Independence, Ind., jumped from a third story window, escaping with a sprained back.
     Little Ethel Piatt, eight years old, was found on the third floor in her bed, half strangled with smoke and helpless from spinal trouble. Wrapped in blankets, she was taken down to the second floor to a window, and as the crowd gathered below and extended their arms, she was thrown out, and caught, but with a broken leg. She was taken across the street and laid on a table covered with blankets.
     The killed and injured were from New York, Wisconsin, Ohio, Illinois and Indiana and range from four to twenty-five years of age.
     The total number of injured is twenty-three; killed, nineteen.
     At noon, several thousand people are in the neighborhood of the great fire and the scenes enacted beg description.
     Loss on furniture and building will be $200,000. Insurance, $51,000 in policies recently renewed. It is reported that four of the injured have died, including Mrs. Lazarus and daughter of Dallas, Texas.

     Mr. J. B. Ehrick, manager of the Misfit Clothing Parlor, received a telegram from the proprietors of the Institute, informing him of the death of Mrs. Samuel Lazarus, who died about noon from the effects of injuries. Her daughter, Lottie, is dying. Miss Lottie was there under treatment, a bright little girl of ten, afflicted with spine trouble. Mr. Lazarus is in the east and has not yet been reached.

     At 4 o'clock yesterday afternoon, the representative railroad men of the several roads centering here assembled in the office of their deceased friend and co-laborer. Col. J. M. Steere, assistant general freight agent of the Gulf, Colorado & Santa Fe, was elected chairman, and R. T. G. Matthews, city ticket agent of the Houston & Texas Central, was elected secretary.
     Remarks eulogistic of the life and character of the deceased were then offered by those who had gathered in his memory.
     A committee consisting of H. P. Hughes, general passenger and ticket agent of the Missouri, Kansas & Texas: Walter G. Wilkins, passenger and ticket agent of the Gulf, Colorado & Santa Fe; E. W. Tower, assistant auditor of the Texas & Pacific; R. T. G. Matthews, city ticket agent, Houston & Texas Central, and Judge Otis Eaton, attorney for the Texas Trunk, was appointed to draft suitable resolutions. The committee reported and Judge Eaton spoke as follows:
     "These years of my association, direct and indirect, with members of this fraternity have been very beautiful to me. The echo almost of my childhood reverberates with some pleasing sentiment of your fond friendship. To some extent, our relations in this life have oftentimes been co-operative and mutual. We have shared its magic and too, perhaps, have sometimes often borne with its cold, unrelenting deal.
     "To-day, while we stand beneath the shadow of the tomb itself, with the spirits of just men made perfect hovering about us, there need be no severance from the idealism which has always sanctioned your brotherly love.
     "With Ben McCullough, the day is done. His spirit has been returned unto Him who gave it. He has folded the drapery of his couch around him and lain down to pleasant dreams. And, the knell of this parting day tolls to you its solemn murmur echoed from a thousand hillsides bedewed with the love of hearts likewise themselves immortal.
     "It is well that you have paused for a moment to listen to the requiem of the dead. It is well, even before the shroud is placed where lips are already hushed, that you tread softly and speak low. It is well that you gather now in the face of the pall your garlands from the churchyard, that all such may fall upon the yet unfilled grave of your friend, to bloom and blossom into immortelles of his memory forever.
     "They tell me that beyond this over-reaching cloud of tears, which are yours, there appear even now some such immaculate glories of Ben McCullough as should shine forever.
     "If this be true then, 'O, death, where is they sting? O, grave, where is thy victory?"
     The resolutions, which were as follows, were adopted:
     Whereas, through the wisdom of Almighty God, Benjamin Ward McCullough has been removed from earth, and
     Whereas, this fraternity has lost one of its devoted and beloved members, therefore be it
     Resolved, that while we deplore the inadequacy of words to convey the love we bear to his memory, yet we cannot forego some expression of our feeling at the departure of one whose memory will endure forever.
     Resolved, that in his walk in and out before us during long years of faithful service, he was always the friend and the officer allured to one by the heart and to the other by due and grateful allegiance to duty. One whose efficiency in public life was always assured to the patron as well as the interest he so well guarded and protected.
     Resolved, that the symbol of his compeers and those who always surrounded him, pending his earthly commission, will be of one accord, lasting and eternal.
     Resolved, that a copy of these resolutions be forwarded to the family of the deceased and to the daily newspapers.
       [Signed]

     Mr. McCullough's remains will be interred Sunday afternoon at Sidney, Ohio, near his birthplace.
     Mr. McCullough was a member of Dallas Elks, lodge No. 71, which will contribute a fine floral offering. He was also a member of the Dallas club, which has taken suitable action in his memory.
     J. M. Steere, for the Elks, sent a magnificent floral tribute to Sidney, as the offering of the lodge.

     Fedora Fetterman, the six-year-old daughter of Dr. Fetterman, died at the family residence on Peabody avenue yesterday. It is said that scarlet fever carried her off.

Southern Afternoon Press.
     PHILADELPHIA, Jan. 23. -- Samuel Lazarus, a clothing merchant of Dallas, Texas, whose wife and child were victims of the terrible fire which destroyed the National Surgical Insittute, is in this city on business. Mr. Lazarus will depart for Indianapolis if his condition will permit of traveling. It is feared his mind has become affected.

     The funeral of George Bradfield took place to-day from the residence of Sam Harrison, 762 Main street.

     Mrs. Sam Lazarus, one of the victims of the terrible holocaust in Indianapolis, was a lady well known in Jewish circles. During her brief residence in Dallas, she had gained the esteem of a host of friends. She was a modest, unassuming lady. Her services the cause of charity were invaluable in the cause of charity were invaluable and many families, poverty stricken and distressed, will lose a devoted friend and helper in Mrs. Lazarus' death. Her high character, warm heart, splendid mind and the courage and unselfishness which marked the discharge of every duty imposed upon her, made her one of the foremost and most highly regarded citizens in the Jewish circle. May she rest in peace. S. BECK.

     Mr. Wilson, who has had charge of the pump station of the Oak Cliff waterworks, died this morning of pneumonia. He was a worthy young man and leaves a wife to mourn his demise.

     Mike Coyle, of Rowlett, who killed Ben Page in a savage duel last week, and was himself slightly wounded, was brought in to-day by a deputy sheriff and jailed. He is charged with murder.

     Mr. J. W. Tucker died of pneumonia at his home, near Kleberg, at 4 o'clock this morning.

     N. B. Anderson, well known as "Uncle Bony" Anderson, one of the pioneers of Dallas county, and a wealthy farmer, died at Cedar Hill last night; aged 65 years.

     Mr. Abraham M. Horn, who was injured by a runaway team Friday night, died yesterday morning. He was about 70 years of age and was twice married, the last time about a month ago. Deceased leaves a valuable estate.

     Sam Robinson, a negro barber of this city, was shot and killed at Tyler by C. E. White, a saloon keeper.

     County Assessor Witt, this morning, received information of the death of his uncle, Mr. Mid Perry, of Lancaster, one of the few surviving first settlers of Dallas county. Mr. Witt went down to attend the funeral. Mr. Perry was about 70 years of age, and came to Dallas county in 1843 and made a crop in 1844. He was a valuable citizen for the full 49 years of his residence in this county. He was honored and respected by all of his associates, and his death will be generally lamented over the county. After so long and so useful a life, he goes to his reward in the beautiful beyond.

     Mrs. Andrew Reed, February 2nd, at 10 p. m. Funeral will take place from residence, 196 Alamo street, tomorrow at 10:30 a. m.

     Estate of Dr. Hugh Hobson, deceased; report of sale of real estate approved and title ordered made to purchaser upon compliance with terms of sale.

     Mrs. Ernest H. Hahle, a bride of 9 months, died at the family residence, 166 Greenwood street, last evening.

     A little daughter of Mrs. Franklyn, living on the Exall place north of the city, was burned to death while playing near the fire Wednesday.

     A. R. Ostrand, employed at Morgan's stone works on the Texas & Pacific road, near the union depot, was struck on the head the other day by a swinging beam. He recovered consciousness and worked a couple of hours after the accident. He was then attacked with pains and went home, where he died. He was buried yesterday, leaving a dependent family. Deceased was formerly a conductor on the Oak Cliff railway.

     Bob Land was arrested yesterday on charge of assault to murder. It is alleged that two or three weeks ago, Bob struck J. A. Haney on the head with a monkey wrench. Haney is the hostler for Drew, the liveryman. It is said he will die. Bob alleges self-defense. His skull is badly broken.

     Mrs. Mary L. Dickason, wife of James L. Dickason, was on yesterday morning stricken with apoplexy and died at 10 o'clock last night, at the residence of her son-in-law, John P. Gillespie, of Hutchins. Her body will be taken to-morrow morning to the residence of her son-in-law, W. E. Hawkins, on Oak Lawn avenue, and from thence to the Oak Lawn M. E. Church South, where the funeral services will be held at 10 o'clock. Interment will take place immediately afterwards in the Trinity cemetery. Mrs. Dickason has lived in Dallas for many years and has a large circle of friends.

     Estate of Joseph F. Bethurum; final account of J. W. Bethurum, guardian, examined and approved and guardian discharged on payment of costs.
     Estate of John Gano, deceased; inventory and appraisement examined and approved. Mrs. Clara B. Gano is appointed survivor of the community estate of herself and John T. Gano, deceased with full power to manage, control and dispose of said community property upon giving bond as required by law in the sum of $54,862. Bond of Mrs. Clara B. Gano, survivor, with C. W. Gano and R. M. Gano as sureties, in the sum of $54,862, examined and approved.
     Estate of Jesse Bates, deceased; Mrs. Bayles Johnson is appointed administrator of the estate upon giving bond conditional as required by law in the sum of $1500. Henry Loving, James Lyons and James White are appointed appraisers.
     Estate of J. F. Bridenback, deceased; P. W. Linskie is appointed permanent administrator of the estate upon giving bond in the sum of $502. Leopold Bohny, Charles Mangold and Wm. Shea are appointed appraisers.

     The city secretary reported 16 deaths last week.

     Frank Osenbough, who resides on Payne street, died last night. Deceased was superintendent of the glue factory. Yesterday morning at 10 o'clock, he was thrown against a tree by the pony he was riding and received injuries which resulted in death. Osenbough leaves a widow and three children.

     W. H. Clark vs. James Reid; death of Miss Clark suggested; suit abated.
     Lou F. White vs. ____ Eakins; plaintiff suggests the death of John T. Gano; defendant has leave to make his personal representative party defendant.
     Mary W. Camuse vs. C. F. Camuse; death of defendant suggested and suit abated.
     John T. Elliott vs. J. G. Bostwick et al.; plaintiff suggests death of defendant William Gay and has leave to make his personal representatives parties defendant; case continued.

     A young man known as "Billy, the Englishman," was killed by a Texas & Pacific train at the Live Oak street crossing last night about 9:10. The body, which was first discovered by J. Johnson, was horribly mangled. Interment took place from Linskie's to-day.

To the Times-Herald.
                                                  DALLAS, Tex., Feb. 19.
     Only a few weeks since we chronicled the birth into the "higher life" of little George Morley Hutchinson, whose baby eyes opened to the light of day in that noble institution, the Woman's Home.
     Over the sea to old England went the TIMES-HERALD, telling the aged mother of Mrs. Hutchinson of her daughter's distress and desolation, obliging her to ask for aid from the Woman's Home, and when the baby's eyes closed to reopen on the "golden shores of the blessed," its little earthly form was tenderly laid to rest in the city of the dead, the expenses of the funeral being paid by Misses C. E. Wellesby, A. E. Hall, John Evans, James Kirkland, W. McCutcheon, W. Hurst, R. C. Walker, Kingon, Mr. and Mrs. J. Cole and Mrs. M. A. Maynard, who gladly aided their distressed country woman in her affliction. To them, to the president, Mrs. Pfouts, to all the kind ladies of the Woman's Home, comes a message of thanks from the venerable mother in old England, extending to the institution which cared for her child in her sorrow, to the ladies and gentlemen and to Drs. Lane, J. D. Parsons and D. G. Hall, her earnest thanks and gratitude and her warmest blessing on the good work. While the ladies of the Woman's Home are trying to perform that of aiding the distressed of their own sex.
     Only a few weeks since, the little one was laid to rest in Trinity, when a telegram is received at the Woman's Home from the Rev. C. J. Mason of San Francisco, saying, break the news to the young mother so lately bereaved that she is also a widow. We will gently draw the veil of charity over the faults of Mr. Hutchinson in deserting his young wife and leave him to the mercy of a just Father Who comes to His children according to their needs. A member of that sex who were last at the cross and first to meet their risen Lord, the tears would flow when the sad news was imparted to her, but that love which never fails, a mother's undying love, came to her with fresh proofs of affection in funds for her to start as soon as possible to New York, from thence to England, and the devoted mother begs, through the columns of the TIMES-HERALD, to thank all the kind friends in Dallas who have, in any way, aided her daughter so far away from home and mother. MRS. M.

     Hon. Sigmond Loeb died at his home, 293 Wood street, at 2:30 p. m. yesterday, after a protracted illness. He was surrounded by members of his family, Rabbi Chapman, Mayor Connor and other intimate friends and his last moments were peaceful and serene. He was conscious almost to the last and regretted that he could not live to be 60 years.
     Sigmund Loeb was born at Garolsheim, Bavaria, September 21, 1842. He came to America in 1864 and landed in New Orleans. In 1873, he came to Dallas and has since been prominently identified with the progress of this city. In business, he was very successful and in politics, also. For 12 years, he has represented the Fourth ward in the city council, had served as mayor pro tem three terms and also filled the chairmanship of many important committees. Alderman Loeb was one of the most popular men in the city; in the Fourth ward, he was invincible an never knew defeat in politics. He was affable, generous and progressive, loved his family and his friends and died without leaving an enemy behind him. He was a member of the Knights of Pythias, Knights of Honor, Brotherhood of B'nai B'rith and Independent Order of the Free Sons of Israel.
     The funeral will occur tomorrow afternoon at 2 o'clock; Rabbi Chapman will conduct the services, at the Loeb residence.

     At a meeting of aldermen and city officers, held in the city hall at 9:30 a .m.,, to take suitable action in regard to the death of Alderman Loeb, Alderman Klein in the chair, stated that it was with regret he announced the death of Alderman Loeb at 2 p. m. yesterday, and that the funeral would be at 2 p. m. to-morrow, and that this meeting was to pass suitable resolutions in respect to his memory.
     Alderman Kivlen moved that the chair appoint a committee of five from the aldermen and city officers to prepare suitable resolutions in regard to the death of Alderman Loeb; also, a committee of five to make necessary arrangements for attending the funeral in a body. Carried.
     The chair announced, that while it was usual to name the author of the resolution as chairman of the committee, but in this instance, he thought it proper to name his honor the mayor, as chairman, and named the committee on resolutions as follows:
     Mayor Connor and Aldermen Kivlen, Bustrin, Briggs and Secretary McGrain.
     The committee on arrangements: Capt. Gaston, city treasurer; Aldermen Knight, Potter, Webster and Judge Foree.
     Alderman H. P. Lawther moved that the city secretary be instructed to have the desks in the council chamber and the entrances to the city hall suitably draped in mourning. Carried.
     Alderman Potter moved that the resolutions drafted by the committee on resolutions be published in the TIMES-HERALD and Dallas News. Carried.
     Alderman Potter moved that the chair appoint two from this meeting to act as pall bearers. Carried. The chair appointed J. C. Bogel and B. M. Melton.
     Alderman Kivlen moved that the chair be added. Carried.
     Alderman Briggs moved that the members of the police force and fire department, or as many as can spared, attend the funeral and the horses for the police be furnished by the city. Carried.
     Mr. Bogel moved that the fire bells be tolled during the funeral procession. Carried.
     Adjourned.

     All members of Dallas lodge No. 197, I. O. B. B., are hereby notified to assemble at our lodge room on Tuesday, Feb. 23rd, at 1:30 p. m., sharp, for the purpose of attending the funeral of our deceased Brother Sigmund Loeb. Members of Ahavath Sholem lodge and all visiting B'nai B'rith are requested to attend.
SAM KLEIN, Pres.
L. A. MICHALSON, Secy.

     Members of lodge No. 70, K. of P., will meet at their hall to-morrow at 1 p. m., to attend the funeral of Bro. S. Loeb.
J. W. RECORD, K. of R. & S.
A. CATUNA, C. C.

     All members of Queen City lodge No. 941 Knights of Honor, are hereby notified to meet at the lodge room of said lodge at 1 o'clock to-morrow evening to attend the funeral of Bros. Sigmund Loeb.
T. G. TERRY, Reporter.
W. A. BONNER, Dictator.

     Mrs. T. E. Eakins died at her home in the Fifth ward last Saturday night at 9:20 o'clock after a protracted illness. The funeral took place from the family residence Sunday afternoon. Gen. R. M. Gano, who officiated at the marriage of Mr. and Mrs. Eakins, thirteen y ears ago, conducted the services. Interment followed in the Trinity cemetery, the funeral cortege being one of the largest ever witnessed in Dallas. Mrs. Eakins was 35 years old and her early demise is sincerely mourned by a large circle of relatives and friends. She leaves a husband and three small children to mourn the loss of a loving wife and indulgent and devoted mother. Mrs. Eakins was a womanly woman, intelligent, thoughtful and considerate, and society lost one of its brightest ornaments when the angel of death leveled his shaft and struck her down.

     Estate of Josephine M. Vaughan, deceased, instrument of writing purporting to be her last will and testament proved on the testimony of O. L. Williams and R. G. Williams, subscribing witnesses thereto, and the same is adjudged to be the last will and testament of said Mrs. Josephine M. Vaughan, and it, together with the proof there of, is ordered of record. W. L. Vaughan is appointed executor without bond, as therein directed. W. H. Middleton, F. N. Oliver and E. G. Patton are appointed appraisers.

     The funeral of the late Alderman Sigmund Loeb took place from the synagogue on Commerce street at 2 o'clock this afternoon. Rabbi Chapman officiated and his tribute to the dead was most eloquent and fitting. It was 3 o'clock before the funeral procession moved and it was a sight never before witnessed in the metropolis. Thousands of people visited the synagogue. There were representatives of all classes, creeds and nationalities, Hebrews, Catholics, Protestants, and liberals gathered to pay the last token of respect to the memory of one they knew and admired in his lifetime. First came the mounted police, band, uniform rank of Knights of Pythias, city officers, hearse and pall bearers, family of the deceased, civic orders, lodges, etc., citizens.
     The seat and desk of the departed alderman in the council chamber have been draped, as well as the hall. All the city officers are closed this afternoon.
     Sigmund Loeb had a strong hold upon the people of the fourth ward and of Dallas, as well as was indicated by the outpouring of the people to-day. He loved his fellows; he would rather utter a kind word than a bitter one, he worked faithfully and zealously for his people, and a good man and useful citizen passed way when his spirit fled from its earthly tenement.

     The representatives of all departments of the city government, yesterday, adopted the following:
     In this city on Sunday afternoon, the 21st instant, at 2 p. m., the Hon. Sigmund Loeb, surrounded by his friends and family, and in the full possession of all his faculties, breathed his last, and the immortal spirit, freed from the corruptions of the clay, entered upon the existence of the infinite and the eternal. In the logic of death, science finds the conclusion of its theories, and upon the promises of the life to come, love builds its hopes. The physician at the bed of death learns the lessons of mortality, and hearts rent with misery, anguish and despair find consolation only through the eyes of faith.
     Infancy, in its weakness, and age, with its feebleness, seem to invite the attacks of the inexorable conqueror; but when man, stout of hear t and strong in physique, succumbs to the great destroyer and falls by the sweep of his unerring scythe, philosophy fails us in explanation and reason stops at the long established conclusion, "the Lord gave, the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord."
     Sigmund Loeb was born at Garolsheim, Bavaria, on the 21st of September, A. D., 1842. Shortly after attaining his majority, he left the land of his birth and emigrate to this country, landing in New Orleans in 1864. In 1867, he was married to Miss Bertha Cahn, a native of that city, after which, in 1873, he came to Dallas, where he has since resided. In 1875, he lost his wife, and since that time, true to her memory and his early love, he remained unmarried, living alone for the two children left him -- two lovely daughters -- the one but recently a bride, Mrs. Jacob Meyer of Chicago, and the other, Miss Carrie, just budding into womanhood.
     In the commercial world, both in his first and last home, Mr. Loeb was an important factor, and at the time of his death, held the responsible position of secretary of the Excelsior Manufacturing Company. Sagacious, energetic, enterprising and progressive, his opinions were often sought in reference to matters of general concern and were never given save to command respect. Public spirited and patriotic, no project that looked to the material development, or had for its purpose the substantial prosperity of the community in which he lived, ever failed to receive his endorsement, or to command his active support. His loss, therefore, in all that makes for the weal of Dallas will be keenly felt and his place in her councils sadly missed.
     Twelve years ago, Mr. Loeb was first called by his constituents of the Fourth ward to represent them in the board of aldermen. From his entrance into this position, to which he was elected with singular unanimity for six consecutive terms, up to the time that he was prostrated by the sickness which terminated his useful life, he was a leader in that body, the originator of many and the warm supporter of all the important measures that have tended so greatly to advance the interest and increase the population of this city within the last decade. Three times mayor pro tem, and as often, chairman of the committee on streets and bridges, the scope of his duties was extended, and in these positions, he has demonstrated those qualities of head that commanded for him respect in the councils of his contemporaries and assured him success in his personal concerns. Within the period of his service, especially as chairman of the committee indicated, he accomplished a work that will remain an enduring monument to his fidelity as a public servant and a lasting memorial to his unswerving devotion and disinterested patriotism. The streets of Dallas, many of which have been paved and macadamized under his supervision --- converted from muddy ways to pleasant drives -- have been so transformed in a great measure by his determined purpose and persistent effort. To the discharge of this and other duties, he brought an untiring energy and an unselfish devotion at the cost of a neglect of his private affairs and a consequent diminution of his own prosperity.
     In his private relations, the graces of his heart expressed themselves in unfaltering friendship, unostentatious charity and hospitality -- graces which will ever remain a fragrant memory to those who were their recipients and who knew him in the inner circle of social life.
     In his home -- but here let pen write lightly, for we approach that which emphasizes the pathos of human suffering. To the care of the father, he added the tenderness and solicitude of the mother who left him the children now doubly orphaned for whom he lived, in whom were concentrated all the wealth of his affections; the love for whom inspired his every effort while living and the only source of regret as he neared the hour of death.
     To the end, therefore, that some lasting memorial of our departed friend and associate should be preserved, be it
     Resolved, by the officers of the city government of the city of Dallas, in memorial meeting assembled, that in the death of Hon. Sigmund Loeb, the city of Dallas has lost a useful citizen, the council an able member, and we, his associates in the administration of affairs, mayor, alderman and officers alike, a wise counselor and an esteemed and valued friend.
     2. That to the stricken ones, as they now sit in the darkness of despair, to whom every roseate is a shadow of gloom and every sound a wail of anguish, we tender our profoundest sympathy, and point them to the promises of the sweet singer of Israel, "Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning."
     3. That this memorial and these resolutions neatly enrolled and signed by the mayor of the city, president of the council and the city secretary, under the seal of the city, be forwarded to the family of the deceased.
     4. That the chairman of this committee be, and is hereby requested to present a copy of the same to the city council, and request them to have them inscribed on the records of their proceedings, on a page thereof, in memoriam.
     5. That a copy be also furnished the city papers, with a request that they publish the same.
     Respectfully submitted,
                         W. C. CONNOR, Mayor,
                         WM. BUSTRIN,
                         WM. McGRAIN,
                         K. J. KIVLEN,
                         J. R. BRIGGS.

     The last will and testament of the late Sigmund Loeb, alderman from the Fourth ward, was filed for record yesterday. The homestead at 293 Wood street, and all other property belonging to the estate, including life insurance, the estimated value of which is $20,000, is bequeathed to Delia B. and Carrie S., his only surviving children, share and share alike, Jacob Meyer of Chicago and E. M. Kahn of Dallas were appointed executors, and Mr. Kahn was also appointed guardian of the estate and person of Carrie S. Loeb, minor.

     Mrs. James A. Russell died at her home on Highland street yesterday, aged 36 years.

     Dr. G. E. Peters, a prominent physician of this city, died at his residence, 139 Race street, yesterday, of Bright's disease.

     J. I. Recks vs C. H. Davis; death of plaintiff suggested and leave granted to Mary D. Reeks, surviving wife of J. I. Reeks to make herself party plaintiff.

     DALLAS LODGE No. 197, I. O. B. B., Dallas, Feb. 23.-- At a regular meeting of the above lodge, held on the above date, the following preamble and resolutions were unanimously adopted:
     Whereas, it has pleased the Almighty Ruler of the Universe to call from our midst and gather to His fold, our respected and beloved brother, Sigmond Loeb, who, whilst yet in the ripeness of his mature manhood, had rendered such valuable and distinguished services to our order as to attain the highest rank that could be conferred on him in this lodge and to become one of the brightest ornaments, staunchest protectors and most active promoters, and,
     Whereas, we recognize and feel that in the deceased of our beloved and esteemed brother, not only his family and friends, but also the city of which he was one of the foremost of citizens, has suffered a great loss, and
     Whereas, we are desirous of expressing our sincere sympathy and condolence for his family in their great affliction and bereavement, as well as our sense of the loss sustained by this lodge in the death of so honored a member; now, therefore, be it
     Resolved, that in the death of our beloved brother, we mourn him as a Ben B'rith who observed the grand teachings of our order, and so carried himself that when he entered the "dark valley of the shadow of death" and had passed to that "undiscovered country, from whose bourne no traveler hath returned," the universal verdict has been, "the world were better that he lived," and that his memory will ever be kept green, and be it further
     Resolved, that this lodge extend its most heartfelt and sincere sympathy to his sorrowing family, in this dark hour of bereavement when the remembrance of the virtues of our departed brother but serve to deepen their sense of his loss, and be it further
     Resolved, that these resolutions be spread upon the minutes of this lodge, that they be published in the morning and evening press of this city and in the American Israelite of Cincinnati, O., and that a copy, properly engrossed and framed, be presented to the family of our lamented and much beloved brother.
                                           EDWARD M. CHAPMAN,
                                           MAX GOETTINGER,
                                           L. A. MICHAELSON,
                                                          Committee.

     W. A. Wayne, a member of the Dallas Painters' Union, died at Austin.

     Estate of Thomas P. Randall, deceased; application of Mrs. S. H. Randall, executrix, filed, asking that the will be sent to record.

     Word was received in this city from Garland last night that Henry Noetzli, an aged and respected citizen of Garland, was dead. Thursday, he was thrown from his buggy and sustained injuries which caused his death. Deceased resided for many years in Dallas, and was at one time, a large landowner here, purchasing the property direct from John Grigsby. He was a native of Switzerland and had made all preparations for a visit to the old country in the spring. His nephew, Adolph Frick, of this city, went to Garland last night.

     At 4 o'clock this afternoon, at the crossing of the Houston and Texas Central railroad and Ross avenue, Isaac Elam, a well known citizen of Dallas, was shot and killed by Ed Owen, whose father keeps a feed store at the intersection of the crossing and the street.
     A TIMES-HERALD reporter arrived on the scene ten minutes after the shooting. The body of Elam was lying on the sidewalk just in front of the butcher shop on the east of the railroad. A great hole in the side showed where the fatal bullet or bullets had entered. At first, it was surmised, from the size of the ghastly wound, that the contents of a shot gun had pierced the body. A motley crowd of blacks and whites, men, women and children, surrounded the remains. At 4:20, Constable Morton, Deputies Bolick and Tanner and Andy Elam, cousin of the dead man, arrived and took charge of the remains. Justice Braswell was summoned and viewed the body, after which, an undertaker was called and all that was mortal of Isaac Elam was taken in charge by his relatives to prepare for burial. Elam was about 42 years old, and was serving as deputy tax assessor at the time of his death. He leaves a widow to mourn his sudden taking off.
     Bystanders stated that the men had trouble this morning, and it was stated that Elam had cursed the young man. they met at 4 o'clock to-day, and it is claimed that Elam fired one shot. Owens' gun belched forth five times, Elam dying from the effects of the well-aimed bullets. After the shooting, Owens started down to the Central police station to give himself up. He met Officer Gates on Germania street, surrendered to the officer and was locked up.
     Edward Owens is a young man of about 22 or 23 years of age, smooth faced, and of quiet disposition, sober and orderly. He runs a feed store at the corner of Ross avenue and the Central railroad in connection with his cousin. His father and mother are both living here. He is very much disturbed over the affair. His face was red from weeping. He was reluctant to talk, but said the stove in the dwelling, which he rents from Elam, smoked and he sent word to Elam about the condition of the stove-pipe or flue. Elam rode up to the door of his store this afternoon, and calling Owens, said "If your mother says that stove smokes, she is a damned liar." Owens says he became so incensed, that he shot Elam. He says he was about to board a car to come down to the sheriff's office to surrender, when Officer Gates arrived and made the arrest. Owens says there had been no special enmity, but that Elam was a dangerous man.

     Mr. Henry [Noetzli], an old and respected Swede, and postmaster of Garland, [was] thrown from his buggy Tuesday [and] received injuries, from which, last night, Mr. Noetzli [were fatal]. Arrangements to return to Eur[ope in] the spring.

     Tom Dolan, the harness maker, who was injured by a fall Saturday, died at the hospital this morning. The remains were taken in charge by Undertaker Smith. Dolan was employed by Ed. Lehman, the Elm street saddler. He was 48 years old and is believed to have a family in Indiana. His friends will see that he is given a Christian burial.

     Elam's friends are probing the case to the bottom and now claim that Isaac Elam was murdered and that the murder was cold-blooded and pre-meditated. Elam was not armed. There was no weapon found on his person after he was killed. He was shot in the side with a charge of buckshot and the bullet from a 45-calibre gun entered his back, near the let shoulder blade. This was the fatal bullet and he was running away from Owen's place when he was killed. The officers are satisfied that more than one man had a hand in the killing; they assert that young Owens used the shotgun and some other party, the revolver, and that earlier in the day Owens, with his gun on his shoulder, was driving about in search for Elam. Two, and perhaps, three, men were concerned in the killing. It is also asserted that the "removal" of Elam was not caused by the chimney smoking, or any language he had used in this connection. It is intimated that he had in his possession, certain facts which he threatened to make public concerning a fire alleged to have taken place within the past year.
     Isaac Elam was 48 years old and a son of W. B. Elam, one of the pioneers of Dallas county. He leaves seven brothers, two in New Mexico, two in San Antonio and three in this county.

     This morning, Andrew Elam went before Justice Braswell and filed informations against John W. Owens, Love Owens and G. A., alias "Dock" Owens, charging them with murder. Warrants were, at once, issued and Deputy Sheriff Lee Hughes arrested the accused parties. John W. Owens is the father of J. E. Owens, Love and Cock. The prisoners were taken to Justice Braswell's court. The inquest was to have begun at 9 o'clock this morning, but the new complications in the case forced the justice to continue the inquest until 9 o'clock to-morrow morning.
     The accused parties were in conference with their attorney, Judge Muse, of Bassett, Seay & Muse, when a representative of the TIMES-HERALD walked up.
     "My clients do not wish to make a general statement at present," remarked the affable judge, and he continued his conversation with John W. Owens, who is an elderly gentleman of prepossessing appearance. Love Owens is a young man of 22 or 23, and well known to the patrons of Jones and Kerrigan, the book store men, having been employed by these gentlemen at different times. He sate that his brother, "Dock," was not about the premises during the day and knew nothing whatever of the tragedy. A cousin was present, but he has not been arrested.
     The prisoners will be held in custody, without bail, until after the inquest to-morrow afternoon. The Owens family came to Dallas from Mississippi four years ago, and bear a good reputation.
     The funeral of Isaac Elam took place to-day from the late residence of deceased and was largely attended.

     Tom Hooper, the negro, who was stabbed by William and Georgia Dickerson Saturday night, is dying. His assailants are in jail.

     Mrs. Lon B. Coleman died Saturday afternoon, March 6, 1892, of consumption, and was buried from her residence, 1201 Commerce street, Dallas, Sunday afternoon at 3 o'clock. Mrs. Coleman was born in Smith county, Va., march 20, 1857. She came to Dallas in 1883, where she was married to Mr. L. B. Coleman in the same year. She joined the Baptist church when she was fifteen years of age, since which time she has lived a faithful and consistent christian life. Her friends and acquaintances bear tender and cheerful testimony to her many virtues as a friend, wife, mother-christian. All that a wife and mother could be, she was. In her sufferings, which were many, extending through three years of sickness, she was patient, cheerful, hopeful and uncomplaining--her sufferings seeming to make brighter and more beautiful her christian faith and hope and life. Many were the friends who came to pay their last tribute of love to this faithful godly woman who has gone from us to partake of the higher and sweeter joys of the christian's home. The bereaved husband and five motherless children have the love and sympathy of many friends.
                       THOMAS S. POTTS, Pastor.

     A man supposed to be H. E. Lew, a Union Pacific brakeman from Green River, Wyoming, was run over and killed in the Texas & Pacific yards last night. He was evidently asleep on the track. The body was horribly mangled. Lewis was about __9 years old, 5 feet 7 inches in height and would weigh 140 pounds. He was poorly dressed and penniless. The remains were interred to-day.

     Fred Bredow, who was injured in the Texas & Pacific yards last Monday, died last night. He leaves a family.

     W. J. Burnett died Saturday at the residence of his son, Rev. R. H. H. Burnett in Oak Cliff. The funeral will take place at Ennis to-day.
     Mr. Samuel Nesbitt died at his home, 251[?] Browder street, yesterday, aged 87 years. He was an old pioneer.

     Mr. J. M. Willis, late of Oak Cliff, died at 457 Commerce street yesterday. His remains await orders from his daughter, Mrs. W. L. Hall, at Mason, Texas, for interment.

     Friends and acquaintances of E. E. Wilcox are requested to attend the funeral of his wife to-morrow at 2 p. m. Services at residence, 432 Browder street at 1 o'clock.

     Katie Giuffre died at the home of her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Peter Giuffre, 119 Carter street, yesterday.

     Col. F. E. Waller, a wealthy citizen of Oak Cliff, fell dead last night at his handsome home in that city. He passed the greater portion of his life in Texas and came to Oak Cliff from Red Oak a few years ago. He leaves a large estate.

     Col. T. P. Saunderson, of Oak Cliff, a well known and well-to-do citizen, died this morning at 8 o'clock. Two months ago, he was taken down with la grippe. He stated then that he was going to die and gave orders for his funeral, etc. Col. Saunderson was a native of Virginia and was 57 years old. He served in the army of Lee and after the war, located in Kentucky. Fifteen years ago, he came to Dallas with his family. He leaves a widow, four sons, Roger, R. T. Tom and John, and a daughter, Mrs. Will Daniels of White Rock. Deceased had many warm friends in this city and county who will mourn his death.
     The funeral will take place at 3 o'clock to-morrow from the late residence of deceased.

     Mr. E. P. Dawson, a highly respected mechanic of this city and president of carpenters union No. 198, died yesterday of heart disease and will be buried from his late residence to-morrow morning at 9 o'clock. Deceased was very popular with his craftsmen and well known in the ranks of labor organizations.

     All friends of the late E. P. Dawson, deceased, are requested to attend his funeral, which will take place at the Church of the Incarnation, corner of McKinney avenue and Harwood street at 9 o'clock, March 17, under the auspices of carpenters' and joiners' union No. 198. M. S. DALTON,
Recording Secretary.
S. LOZENHISER, Vice President.

     Mrs. F. A. Haggart died Saturday night. The funeral took place yesterday from the corner of Gano and S. Harwood streets.

     Mrs. Mary Grizzle, wife of H. N. Grizzle, died at 2:10 to-day. Deceased was a sister of Mrs. D. S. Arnold. The funeral will take place to-morrow at 4 p. m. from the late residence, 175 Caddo street.

     At 1 o'clock this morning, at Tenth Street station, Oak Cliff, George Reemer, who had just alighted from the train, was crushed to death by the train backing upon him and knocking him down. The remains were picked up and his friends and Just ice Whittaker notified.
     Reemer was a fine-looking, young man, 30 years of age, and employed by Padgitt Bros. as shipping clerk. He was very popular with his employers and associates. Mr. Reemer was an Englishman by birth and has been a resident of Dallas for the past nine years. On February 10, his wife and two children departed for California to spend the summer on the ranch of Mr. J. Cole, the Main street baker, in San Mateo county. Mr. Cole and Mr. Reemer married sisters. A telegram was sent the widow this morning.
     This evening, at 5 o'clock, the funeral will take place from the Sacred Heart (Roman Catholic) Church on Bryan street.
Justice Whittaker is holding an inquest this afternoon.

     The 12-year-old son of Mr. H. Wyatt, the dairyman on the Cedar Springs road, fell a distance of twelve feet to-day, breaking his neck. The boy was hunting hens' nests and stuck his head through an aperture in the building. His feet slipped and his neck was broken by the fall.

     Ben Stein, the well known Elm street butcher, died yesterday morning after a short illness.

     Application for letters of administration on the estate of T. P. Saunderson by N. M. Saunderson, his wife.

     V. Sidney J. Ward, for several years with P. P. Martinez, died to-day at his home, corner Gano and South Harwood streets, of consumption. He was 28 years old and highly respected by all who knew him. Ten days ago, his mother died and two years ago, a sister. One sister is the only member left. The funeral will take place from the late residence of deceased at 3 o'clock to-morrow.

     Justice Lauderdale held the inquest on the body of little Jesse Wynatt, the five-year-old son of Mr. and Mrs.. W. C. Wynatt, whose tragic death was reported in these columns yesterday.
     John Busbee, a section laborer in the employ of the Oak Cliff Elevated Railway, dropped dead this morning at his home in South Oak Cliff. He was of middle age and an old resident of this county. Justice Whitaker reviewed the body and returned a verdict in accordance with the facts.

     Mrs. Elizabeth Wright, wife of John M. Wright, who has been a citizen of Dallas county for many years, died this morning at her home on Oak Lawn avenue, after a week's sickness, during which, she suffered severely with bronchitis.
     Her burial will take place at Cochran's Chapel, at half past ten o'clock to-morrow morning. Rev. W. F. Clark will conduct the funeral service at the chapel.
     Mrs. Wright was the mother of J. V. Wright and a sister of Mr. Chas. Howell and Mrs. Monroe Harvey, all of this county. Her friends were many and all who knew her esteemed her as a Christian matron, ever ready to perform a kindly deed.

     Conductor J. C. Reeves, of the Texas and Pacific road, died at his residence , 110 Ardrey street at 4:15 this morning. The funeral will take place to-morrow evening at 4 o'clock. The death of Conductor Reeves was the result of an accident which occurred at Lawrence last Monday. He was an old and well-known railroad man, and his family has the sympathy of a large circle of friends.

     Probate -- Estate of Sallie E. Hodges; will admitted to probate and W. C. Hodges appointed executor.

     Dr. William Lack died this morning at 8:30, after a brief illness. He was a single man, 30 years old and came to Dallas from Germany five or six years ago. The funeral will take place Wednesday.

     Mrs. W. F. Lynch died yesterday at her residence on Floyd street.
A. M. Grimes died last evening at his residence, corner Highland and Cedar streets.

     Robert A. Dealey, of Bolton, Eng., died yesterday at 127 Harwood street, at the residence of his brother-in-law, Rev. A. E. Harrington.

     The Butchers' Stockmen's and Drovers' Benevolent Association in special meeting on Sunday, March 27, 1892, assembled to give expression to their profound grief at the death of Ben Stein. The Butchers' Stockmen's and Drovers' Benevolent Association desire to record these sentiments.
     Whereas, it has pleased an all-wise God to suddenly call to his eternal rest, our devoted and beloved brother and friend, Ben Stein, be it therefore
     Resolved, That while we bow in humble submission to the divine will, we accept with heavy hearts and distressed minds, the inevitable decree.
     Resolved, That in his death, the Association mourns an able and enthusiastic member and generous friend, the widow and orphan, a kind and loving husband and father, and the community one of its most respected citizens.
     Resolved, That we shall ever cherish his memory in love and veneration.
     Resolved, That we extend to his sorrowing family our heartfelt sympathy and consolation. The universal grief occasioned by his death will ever be the perennial fountain of strength, enabling them to bear their loss with quiet resignation.
     Resolved, That as a mark of respect to his memory, the charter of this Association be draped in mourning for the period of thirty days and we attend his funeral in a body.
     Resolved, That there be a page set aside in our minute book and these resolutions thereon spread. A copy be sent to the family and be printed in the TIMES-HERALD.

     Estate of Goodwin E. Peters, deceased; application for letters of administration filed by Eleanor M. Peters.
     Estate of J. W. Webb, deceased; Mrs. Mattie Webb allowed the sum of $5000 in lieu of homestead and $500 as exempt property and $500 for the support of herself and children for one year. Claim of P. W. Linskie for $454.50 approved and ordered paid.

     Police Officer Albert G. Pegues, one of the best known and most faithful officers on the force, died at his home in this city, on Grand avenue, yesterday. On the evening of March 26, he was shot by the accidental discharge of his pistol. Blood poisoning set in and death followed, despite all that skilled physicians and careful nursing could do to stay the ravages of disease. He became a member of the police force in August, 1888, and for the past two years, has been one of the detective force under Chief Detective Kirby. He was a conscientious, shrewd and courageous man and very successful in hunting down lawbreakers and crooks. He was a member of the Police Benevolent Association, and under its auspices the funeral took place to-day. Rev. A. M. Sims officiated and delivered a most powerful sermon. The pall-bearers were Officers Charlie Durham, J. S. Gunning, John P. Keehan, R. H. Jordan, J. H. Shipperly and G. W. Garrison. A. G. Pegues was a native of Longview, Tex, where his people, who are influential and highly respected, reside. He lived at Marshall and Galveston before coming to Dallas a number of year sago. A widow and three children mourn the loss of a kind husband and loving father. Deceased was 38 years old.

     Probate docket- Estate of Henry M. Morris, deceased; Final report of administrator examined and approved and administrator finally discharged.
     Estate of William Williford, deceased; F. K. Flower, Wm. Pelton and Jack Kirby appointed appraisers.

     Estate of Edward J. Clemence, deceased; bond of T. M. Jones, temporary administrator, examined and approved.

     The officers have raised a neat little sum for the family of the late A. G. Pegues, who were left in needy circumstances. The committee will call on other of our citizens who will be given a chance to subscribe.

     DALLAS, Texas, April 9.-Whereas death has again invaded our ranks and stricken down in the prime and vigor of manhood, one whose fidelity as an officer, and whose virtues as a man had challenged our confidence and commanded our esteem and,
     Whereas, we would bear testimony to his worth and twine a wreath of immortelles to his memory; therefore be it
     Resolved, 1st. That in the death of A. G. Pegues, this association has lost one who was ever true to its obligations of charity, and was ever ready to respond to its beneficent demands. 2nd. That as an officer, citizen and friend, A. G. Pegues was devoted, patriotic and disinterested. 3rd. That we deplore his loss, will reverence his memory and emulate his example. 4th. That to his family we tender our profoundest sympathy and point them to the consolations of the religion which stayed him in the time of death and which inspires the hope of reunion in the life to come. 5th. That a copy of these resolutions signed by the president and secretary of the association, be forwarded to the family of the deceased, be spread upon our minutes and be furnished the city papers with request that they publish the same, and that they be presented to the city court with the request that they be made a part of the records.
J. R. CUMMING, Secretary.
J. C. ARNOLD, President.

     Sammy, the 16-year-old son of Dr. Eagon, attending the Christian Brothers' College at St. Louis, is dying. The doctor chartered a special and departed for St. Louis over the Texas and Pacific and Iron Mountain railroads this afternoon.

     Nearly $400 has been subscribed to the Pegues fund by the citizens of Dallas.

     E. S. Jeffrey & Co., vs. Adolph Cohn; death of Sigmund Loeb suggested and case continued to make his legal representatives parties defendant.

     At 119 Pocahontas street, Mrs. L. Woolstein [Wollstein] on April 19, 1892. (Wednesday) aged 64 years. Funeral Thursday, the 14?th instant at 2 p. m.
     Mrs. Woolstein was the mother of Mrs. Wm. Repp, of Galveston. Galveston papers please copy.

     Sam Eagon, eldest son of Dr. S. Eagon, died at Christian Brothers College, St. Louis, last night. The remains will reach Dallas Friday night. Notice of funeral will be given later.

     Estate of Barbara Bopp, deceased; last will and testament filed and application of Jacob Bopp for letters testamentary filed. Estate valued at $10,000.

     Mrs. L. Wollstein died at her home on Pocahontas street yesterday.

     Faun, infant daughter of Mr. and Mrs. G. S. Leachman this morning at 8 o'clock, age six months. Funeral services at residence on Beaumont street Saturday at 10 a. m. Friends of the family invited.

     Estate of Wm. Huffhines; final account of executor examined and approved, and executor ordered to deliver their respective shares in the estate to the heirs and upon so doing, the executor is discharged.

     A week ago last Friday, Frank Tibbs, the colored janitor in Justice Braswell's court, disappeared. This morning, his remains were found under a boarding house on Ross avenue, near the corner of Lamar street. Judging from appearances, he had been dead a week or more and the stench emitted from the body was intolerable. He was a middle-aged man and an old resident. It is believed that he was the victim of foul play and the officers are investigating.

Special to the Times-Herald.
     MESQUITE, Tex., April 18.-Sunday, S. T. Jacobs, a prominent farmer in this county, after a protracted illness, died. He leaves a wife to mourn his loss.

     The infant son of Mr. and Mrs. W. E. Danforth, of Oak Cliff, died last evening. The funeral took place at 3 o'clock this afternoon.
     Frank Tibbs, the negro found dead yesterday, publicly renounced allegiance to the Republican party in a communication to the press several months ago. It is said that there were marks of violence on his person. Capt. Joe Record is of the opinion that death resulted from natural causes, however.

     Estate of Geo. D. Harrison, deceased; application for letters of guardianship filed by Jas. P. Harrison.

Special to the Times-Herald.
     GRAND PRAIRIE, April 20.- Mrs. C. Barnes died to-day. She was 95 years old.

     The city health officer has his annual report about completed. It will be submitted to the city council to-night. Estimating the city's population at 45,000, and the fact that there were 531 deaths or less than twelve to the thousand, shows a rate that will compare favorably with the healthiest cities in the country. There has been treated in the city hospital for the year ending, April 20, 506 patients, out of which there were forty-five deaths, and a number of these were dying when they reached the hospital. His report will show that the service at the hospital has been improved by the employment of a resident physician, which has been done without an increase in the monthly pay roll or expense account. He recommends the building of a new hospital, as the one now used is wholly inadequate in size to the demands that are made for admission of patients, and is illy located and inconveniently constructed.

     Robt. Heppner vs. Gulf, Colorado & Santa Fe Railway Company; death of plaintiff suggested and case continued to make new parties plaintiff.

     Estate of Cynthia A. Sullivan, deceased; application of A. C. Ardrey for probate of will and for letters of administration filed.

     At 4:10 yesterday afternoon, there died at the residence of her son, Alex Cockrell, on South Lamar street, Mrs. S. H. Cockrell, an old landmark of the early settlement of this county, she having settled near Eagle Ford in 1844. She was the third daughter of Enoch Horton, a Virginian, and the widow of Alex Cockrell, a Missourian, who settled in Dallas one year after the time that the afterward Mrs. Cockrell came to this county. She was an honored member of the Dallas County Pioneers' Association and was well known for her good old-time hospitality. Frank M. Cockrell and Alex Cockrell, both well known and prominent business men of this city, are her only surviving children, one brother and one sister having died. Mrs. Cockrell leaves a magnificent estate, embracing large farms and some of the best business property in the city.
The funeral will take place to-morrow afternoon at 2:45 from the Commerce Street Methodist Church. Rev. C. O. Jones will preach the funeral sermon.

     The funeral of Mrs. S. H. Cockrell was attended by a large concourse of people, the First Methodist Church being filled to overflowing to pay the last sad rites to one who was well known and loved by all, old and young. The city council and city officers attended in a body. The floral offerings were beautiful and in profusion and the funeral procession was one of the largest ever seen in Dallas.

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     The following resolutions of respect to the memory of Mrs. Sarah H. Cockrell were offered by Mr. Conroy and adopted by a unanimous vote:
     Whereas, Mrs. Sarah H. Cockrell departed this life at the residence of her son, Alex. Cockrell, in this city, on Tuesday afternoon, the 26th instant, and,
     Whereas, she was one of the pioneers of Dallas, and has fallen asleep and now sleeps the sleep of the blessed, after an eventful life, which, by reason of strength, has extended to four score years; and,
     Whereas, she has been respected by more than a generation of people, among whom, she has lived for nearly half a century; and,
     Whereas, in all the essential attributes of nobility of soul, unostentatious charity and hearty hospitality she was to the older settlers and their descendants "a very mother in Israel;" and,
     Whereas, to the end that we may pay proper respect to her memory and also that coming generations may be profited by the virtues and example of her life, therefore be it
     Resolved, by the city council of the city of Dallas:
     1. That the calling home of the venerable lady, one idolized by her children, loved by her friends and neighbors and honored and respected by the entire community, breaks a link in the chain which connects us with the past, that saddens our hearts and shadows our homes.
     2. That to her as one of the founders of our city, we can ever refer with pride, for she was one whose life was blameless, whose name was above reproach, whose reputation was spotless, and whose character emphasized the Christian graces of unwavering faith and unfaltering trust.
     3. That as a further tribute to her memory, this council attend the funeral of Mrs. Cockrell at the First Methodist Church in this city to-morrow afternoon at 2:30 o'clock in a body, and that the mayor be requested to order the heads of the different departments of the city government to close their offices during that hour.
     4. That to the family of the deceased, F. M. Cockrell, a former member of this council, and to his brother, Alex Cockrell, we tender our profoundest sympathy in this, the time of their greatest bereavement.
     The council then adjourned until May 7.

     Lula, the little daughter of Mr. G. A. Reynolds, died yesterday.

Correspondence Times-Herald.
     MESQUITE, Tex., April 28. -- Barney, the 7-months-old child of R. L. Colvin, died Wednesday.

     J. B. Cowan died in St. Louis yesterday morning, and several parties in Dallas received a number of telegrams announcing the demise of this former citizen of Dallas during the day. The remains were shipped to this city for interment and were placed beneath the sod, there to await the final reckoning, this afternoon. J. B. Cowan was 38 or 40 years old, and had, until the destruction of his place of business, on Commerce street, opposite the Windsor Hotel, enjoyed a reputation for personal integrity and upright character second to no man in the city. He left a widow and one child to mourn his loss. Consumption, that scourge of humanity, fastened its fangs upon him a few short months ago and now he is numbered among the innumerable victims of the disease.

     Last Thursday, the TIMES-HERALD published a story of startling significance. It stated that there were rumors flying about as thick as leaves in Valambrosia, to the effect that a former business man of Dallas, dying in a distant city, had made a confession that cleared away the mystery surrounding a costly fire in this city some months ago. J. B. Cowan was the business man referred to. It was believed that he was at Uvalde, near San Antonio by all but those without the charmed circle. These were mainly rumors, but they spread with amazing rapidity and were the chief topic of conversation in business circles in Dallas.

     Last night an to-day, when the news was spread broadcast that Cowan had passed away, new rumors crushed the old ones aside and the tongues of gossips began to wag furiously.
     "J. B. Cowan made a dying confession admitting that the Commerce street building, at the time occupied as a wholesale liquor store by J. . B. Cowan & Co., was destroyed by the torch of an incendiary," said a well known citizen to a TIMES-HERALD reporter. The speaker was a Knight of Pythias and a member of the lodge to which Cowan belonged.
     "On what authority do you make this extraordinary statement?" queried the representative of the TIMES-HERALD.
     "The confession, statement or affidavit, with the signature of J. B. Cowan attached, subscribed and sworn to by a notary public, is now in the hands of a Dallas lawyer."

     The TIMES-HERALD emissary started out to trace the item to its hiding place. The first man he ran across was a gentleman who was an intimate acquaintance of the dead man during his lifetime. He was subjected to a rigid application of the reportorial pump and finally said with a knowing wink:
     "Go see Colonel Bob Cowart or Sam Carruthers."
     A visit was paid to the law office of Colonel Cowart, and he was not to be found. The next best thing was to hunt up Sam Carruthers, the well known contractor, who rebuilt the structure on Commerce street destroyed by fire, and who is interested to the extent of $11,000 or $12,000. A diligent search about the city ended in the TIMES-HERALD representative locating his man in the business house of C. H. Clancy on Main street.

     "Mr. Carruthers, it is rumored that you can throw light on the alleged confession of J. B. Cowan," remarked the reporter. "The TIMES-HERALD would like the facts, or alleged facts, in the case."
     The gentleman hesitated a moment and then unbosomed himself, as follows:
     "Yes, J. B. Cowan made a confession, and it is now in the hands of my attorney. It is public property now, and I see no good reason for withholding the facts in the case, and you (addressing himself to the scribe) probably know as much about it as I do. I had the contract and rebuilt the property destroyed by fire on Commerce street, and the suits now pending in court for the recovery of insurance on building and contents dragged me into this case. The full confession made by Cowan reached this city by mail last Thursday, and was read to the parties on one side of these suits and the attorneys. Cowan admitted that the building was fired, alleged that there was a conspiracy and gives a detailed statement of the alleged facts in the case and parties implicated.

     "This is a most sensational and highly colored narrative," ejaculated the astounded quill-driver. "What methods were employed to secure this statement?"
     "Detectives have been at work on the case for months," said Mr. Carruthers. "Detectives visited Cowan in Dallas. then went with him to San Antonio. At Uvalde, they were constantly in his society and furnished the money for expenses. Detectives accompanied the sick man to St. Louis and were constant attendants at his bed side. Finally, he unbosomed himself, as the shadow of death drew closer and then he divulged all, or what he claimed to be the history of a crime in which he was a participant--the dark spot in his life."

     According to Mr. Carruthers, a negro porter was connected with the burning of the building. The negro disappeared several months ago, but is now under arrest. He is behind the bars in a secluded spot known only to the detectives--to be sprung when his presence and his alleged evidence is needed. One of the detectives who has been handling the case arrived in Dallas from St. Louis last night and looked over the ground to-day. It is said that the detectives are in the service of the insurance companies, who are fighting in the courts against paying risks on the property destroyed to the amount of $80,000 or $100,000.

     At 3:35 o'clock this afternoon, a little girl about 2 years old was run over and killed on Main street, near the Houston and Texas Central crossing, south of Union depot.
     The name of the child could not be learned, but it was the little daughter of Mr. Francis, who keeps the Club saloon. The child was badly crushed and instantly killed. The sorrowing parents have the heartfelt sympathy of their host of friends.

     Jamie Reeks, the 14-year-old son of Mrs. J. I. Reeks of East Dallas, died Saturday evening from the effects of the terrible clubbing received at the hands of the negro, De Taylor. Taylor is in jail. The people of East Dallas are very bitter towards the prisoner. Mrs. Reeks has lost her father, sister, husband and son in the past year, and her cup of sorrow is filled to overflowing.

     Charlie, the 22-months old son of Joseph Baumgartner, was run over and killed by an electric car on Main street last night. Will Hastings, the motor-man in charge, says the killing was purely an accident.
     The firemen's relief association, through Thomas Wilkinson, president, and J. L. Marder, C. Zumbrum, Jesse Cox and J. C. Kahn, committee, yesterday adopted resolutions of respect to the memory of Mrs. S. H. Cockrell.

     Resolutions of condolence adopted by the Fireman's Relief Association of the city of Dallas, upon the death of Mrs. S. H. Cockrell:
     Whereas, the allwise Creator, in his infinite wisdom, has decreed to remove from this earthly sphere, Mrs. S. H. Cockrell, who died in the afternoon of April 26th, at the residence of her son, Mr. Alex. Cockrell, and
     Whereas, in the death of Mrs. Cockrell, the members of the Dallas Fire Department, who compose the Fireman's Relief Association, lose one of their staunchest friends, who, by her words and deeds, has ever been ready to extend her moral and financial support to the association.
     Therefore, Be it resolved, that we extend to the family of the late deceased, our heartfelt sympathy, in this, their greatest hour of bereavement, and be it further
     Resolved, that these resolutions be duly inscribed on a separate page of the minutes of the association, and that a copy each be furnished to the sons of the late deceased, Messrs. F. M. and Alex. Cockrell, and also that the Dallas Morning News and the TIMES-HERALD be requested to publish same.
     Dallas, May 2, 1892.
                                              THOS. WILKINSON, President.
J. L. MARDER, Committee.
C. ZUMBRUM, "
JESSE COX, "
J. G. KAHN. "

     R. L. Prohl, a member of the firm of Prohl Bros., furniture dealers of Milwaukee, died suddenly at the St. George from hemorrhage. His relatives were telegraphed.

     Probate -- Estate of Geo. B. Harrison, deceased; will proved and ordered sent to record, J. P. Harrison appointed guardian and his bond fixed at $5400; C. E. Bird, A. F. Kirkpatrick and J. Oldham appointed appraisers.

     There died at the residence of Mrs. Isaac Fisher, ten miles southwest of Dallas, on last Tuesday, Mrs. Emily Beeman, one of the mothers of Dallas county, she having come to where Dallas now stands just fifty years ago. Mrs. Beeman was born in South Carolina in 1805, hence was 87 years of age. She married in Illinois and came to Bowie county, Texas, in 1840, and to Dallas early in April , 1842, when the only resident was John Neely Bryan, who afterward married her daughter, Margaret. Three sons and three daughters are left to mourn her loss.

     Estate of Edward Bank, deceased; final account of administration examined and approved and administrator discharged.
     Estate of Wm. Williford, deceased; inventory and appraisement and bond of survivor examined and approved, and survivor,      Elizabeth Williford, is authorized to dispose of property.
     Estate of Eliza McCoy, deceased; inventory and appraisement approved, except west end of lot 4, block K-844, which was sold by her during her life time
     Estate of O. S. Reggen [Riggin], deceased; application of Murphy & Bolanz and J. B. Mayor and A. A. Caruth, for sale of real estate granted, and administrator ordered to sell property described in application at public auction.

     Estate of Mary A. Merrell, deceased--Application of John M. Merrell for letters of administration filed.
     Estate of Sigmund Loeb, deceased--Will proved and sent to record. Jacob Meyer and E. M. Kahn appointed executors without bond and Ben Cahn, A. M. Loeb and C. F. Bolanz appointed appraisers.
     Estate of O. S. Riggin, deceased--Two claims of W. N. Coe for $1400 each. Approved and ordered paid.

     Henry Deitzel, surviving manager and editor of the Texas Post, died this morning at Galveston. His brother, Oscar, died here scarcely a year ago. Mr. Deitzel was a talented and well known newspaper man, his paper having the largest circulation of any German paper in the state. He leaves a wife and four children. It is likely that his body will be shipped here for interment.

     William Lynch, a lineman in the employ of the Dallas Electric Company, lost his life Saturday evening about 11 o'clock at the intersection of Washington avenue and Worth street. It is supposed that he lost his hold on the pole and caught at the wire. The shock from the wire and the fall killed him. Three weeks ago, Lynch buried his wife. He leaves [two] small children.

     R. G. Kidwell, baggagemaster of the Missouri, Kansas and Texas, died yesterday morning from injuries received several nights ago at a house near the Main street depot of the Oak Cliff railway. At the time he was injured, it was given out that he had walked out of the window of his boarding house, but such was not the case, as he did not board at the place where he was hurt, and the injuries which he received, it is thought, were not received by a fall from the window, but from blows with a club. His skull was crushed in and one leg was broken.
     He recovered consciousness enough after he was found on the pavement to say that he did not fall out of the window, but declined to say how he was hurt. Officers are at work on the case, and further developments are likely to follow, as it is believed Kidwell was murdered. He once lived in Fort Worth. He leaves two children, his wife having died some time ago.

     Acting Chief of Police Ed Cornwall, who investigated the case, informed a TIMES-HERALD reporter this afternoon that Kidwell's death could not be attributed to foul play. He called on a woman, Florence, that evening. Later, he left the room. On returning, he fell from the stairway, and struck his head on a pile of cement pipes on the ground below.

     Gottlieb Binder, a man on the shady side of thirty, died yesterday afternoon from the effects of a knife wound at his boarding house in this city.
     On Friday last, a crowd of men were drinking at Ganzer's saloon in East Dallas. A dispute arose between two of the company. Angry words led to blows and a free fight appeared to be imminent.
     Binder, in the role of a peacemaker, dashed into the crowd and endeavored to separate the angry combatants.
     A knife thrust in the side at the hands of an unknown party was the reward he received.
     Justice Braswell inquested the remains. The police are investigating. Binder had a family in Switzerland.

     Joseph Bumgartner vs. Dallas Consolidated Traction Railway Company; suit for $10,500 damages for killing Mr. Bumgartner's infant son on May 2.

     The Galveston Evening Tribune says: "Mr. W. M. Crow, for four years a superintendent of public schools in Galveston, and now a prominent lawyer of Dallas, Tex., arrived in town to-day to look after the affairs of the late Herman Dietzel, who was drowned a few days ago. Mrs. R. H. Hayes, delegate at large, and Mr. John Carter, delegate of the local Woman's Christian Temperance Union, went to Dallas last evening to attend the state convention of that worthy organization, which convenes there to-morrow."

     Frank E. Stevens, a well-known and popular citizen of Oak Cliff, was buried yesterday from his late residence, a large number of people attending the funeral. Mr. Stevens was a railroad man and for a number of years, ran trains on the Missouri, Kansas & Texas and other Texas railroads. He was caught between cars at LaGrange and badly crushed. The injured man was brought to his home at Oak Cliff. He recognized his wife and babes, kissed them and sank into unconsciousness, dying twenty-four hours after he met with the accident. Mr. Stevens was 38 years of age and grew to manhood in Dallas. He was highly respected by all who knew him. A widow and three little children survive him. Deceased was a staunch member of the O. R. C., and many of his brother members attended the funeral yesterday.

     Estate of T. H. Robinson, deceased; claim of J. R. Hooper & Co., allowed and ordered paid.

     Rev. C. J. Cock, for forty years a minister of the Methodist Episcopal Church, South, died this morning.

     The indictment charging Michael Coyle with the murder of Benjamin Page was defective, it having the name "Tom" Page. The county attorney nollied the case and filed another affidavit against Coyle, who waived examination before Justice Braswell and was remaned to jail without bail...

     The funeral of the late C. O. Brewer, the gallant police officer shot down like a dog while in the discharge of his duty, Tuesday night, took place to-day from the late residence of deceased, on Main street.
     The members of the police department, city officers and other employes of the various departments, attended in a body. The funeral was largely attended by the friends and acquaintances of the family--all gathered to pay the last tribute of respect to the memory of a man who lived like an American and died like a soldier.
     Rev. A. M. Simms officiated and delivered one of the most eloquent sermons ever heard at a funeral in Dallas.
     After the services, the remains were interred in the Trinity cemetery.
     The deceased was a member in good standing of the Police Benevolent Association at the time of his death, and under the auspices of that organization the funeral was conducted. The pallbearers were Edward Cornwell, John P. Keehan, Robert Jourdan, B. Brandenburg, J. M. Shipperly and H. F. Magee.
     The brothers and brother-in-law of the dead man attended the funeral.

     David Patterson died at his residence on Polk street yesterday morning.

     Estate of J. P. Newman, deceased -- Final account of Adam Bergman, administrator, examined and approved and administrator discharged.
     Estate of S. Brandenberg, deceased -- Claims of Dr. Allen for $50, Dr. Ryan $140, Dr. Walker $135, Pacific drug store $37, A. E. Ryan $27.30, approved and ordered paid.
     Estate of D. W. McKee, deceased -- Claims of Ed C. Smith & Bro. for $83.50 and Dr. J. L. Carter for $43.50 were approved and ordered paid.

     David Patterson, a well-known member of the stone-cutters' union, died in this city Thursday and his funeral took place yesterday from the Second Presbyterian Church, Rev. Warren G. Riggs officiating. The funeral was under the auspices of the stone-cutters' union who paid the last tribute to the memory of a fallen brother. The pall-bearers were Dan Morgan, Joseph Mullen, Henry Sheror[?], Harry Adams and John F. Evans. Deceased was born at Inverness 28 years ago. He served his time at Edinburgh, and eighteen months ago, came to America and to Dallas a year ago. Seven weeks ago, Patterson sent to Scotland for his wife and two little children, who arrived five weeks ago. Shortly after their arrival in Dallas from bonnie Scotland, the husband and father was stricken down, and what was to be a joyful reunion in a new land, was turned into household bowed down by the shadow of death.
     The stone-cutters and other friends of the dead man are arranging for a concert, the proceeds of which will be handed over to the widow and half orphans, who are penniless in a strange land. The notice will be given in the TIMES HERALD. Graham, the bagpiper, has volunteered his services, other singers and musicians of note will act in the laudable work.

     Estate of Cynthia Sullivan, deceased -- A. C. Ardrey appointed administrator and his bond fixed at $30,000; W. E. Parry, C. F. Bolanz and D. C. Culbreath appointed appraisers.

     WILLS POINT, Tex., May 30. -- Louis Rose, a dry goods clerk in the store of W. B. rose, shot and almost instantly killed J. A. Gugenheim, a dealer in millinery goods. The killing occurred in the saddlery store of H. F. Collier, next door to the postoffice. A Smith & Wesson pistol was used.
     Gugenheim was standing inside the back room of the building, and about fifteen feet from a window. Rose fired through a broken pane of the window. Four shots were fired, the first one doing the deadly work.
     It entered Gugenheim's' right side below the ribs. He fell and exclaimed twice: "I'm killed! I'm killed!" and expired in about fifteen minutes.
     The trouble grew out of a family trouble connected with Miss Mattie Rose. She has been employed for some time in Gugenheim's millinery store. Upon his arrest, Gugenheim gave $600 bond and left Wills Point, going to Canton, the county seat of this, Van Zandt county. He returned here and was soon after killed as above related.
     The persons who witnessed the killing were Messrs. W. B. Wynn, J. V. Kilgore and H. F. Collier.
     Gugenheim's body was removed to his late residence on High street, where his wife and seven children reside. He was about 48 years of age. Louie Rose, his slayer, is an unmarried man and about 22 years old. He has an uncle in Dallas, J. E. Rose, and perhaps other relatives there. He was immediately put under arrest by Deputy Sheriff W. R. Hunter.
     The verdict of the coroner's jury was that J. A. Gugenheim came to his death by a gunshot would through the heart, inflicted by Louie Rose. The defendant's examining trial was set for June 1, and he was put under a $5000 bond.
     This is the third killing which has occurred here since March 12. On that day, T. H. Grammar was killed by J. H. Hamm, and on March 21, R. H. Love was killed by Guy Allen.

     J. A. Gugenheim, who was slain at Wills Point Saturday by Louis Rose, was buried in Trinity cemetery yesterday. Gugenheim was well known in Dallas. Miss Mattie Rose, "the woman in the case," is also well known in this city, having a number of relatives here. Rose was placed under $5000 bond. Public sentiment is said to be on the side of Rose, who is only 22 years old.

     This afternoon, at the Oak Cliff opera house, the G. A. R. Posts, members of the Woman's Relief Corps, and a large crowd of spectators, are listening to speeches by Cols. Stilwell H. Russell, C. H. Edwards and Will H. Atwell. The addresses will close the Decoration Day exercises in this city. The graves of Union soldiers were strewn with flowers this morning.

     Mrs. Blume, the relict of an old Confederate veteran, died at her home in the Seventh ward, Thursday. The funeral took place yesterday under the auspices of Dallas Lodge No. 44, I. O. O. F.
     It is the general consensus of opinion about the court house that W. B. Jones, who killed his wife, will be acquitted. A number of witnesses are positive that Jones has been insane for years and other s that he acted in "self-defense." One attorney remarked to a TIMES-HERALD reporter that it wouldn't have surprised him the least if the fact had been established that Mrs. Jones had committed suicide.

     The health officer, for the month ending June 4, reported: Patients admitted to the hospital 30, discharged 11, deaths 2; remaining in hospital, 7 females and 31 males.
     Mrs. C. O. Brewer, whose husband, Officer Brewer, was killed May 24, was allowed a full month's pay for her husband's services on the police force.
     The city secretary reported 10 death certificates issued during the week ending June 4, 9 children and 1 adult.
     An ordinance was passed transferring the mortuary records from the city secretary to the city health officer and the council then adjourned until Wednesday night, after a most genteel and orderly session. Not a "cuss word" discolored the virgin records kept by the secretary.

     Hugh Blakeney, Sr., is lying at his home dangerously ill, the result of a stroke of apoplexy this morning at 4 o'clock. All of one side is paralyzed, and as he is 65 years old, little hopes of his recovery are entertained by his family physicians. Mr. Blakeney's many friends will grieve to hear of his misfortune.

     Little "Harris," the infant that R. M. Hodges, deputy district clerk took to raise, died this morning at 8 o'clock, of cholera infantum. The little fellow had all the attention and care that kind friends could bestow. This is the child that was left by its supposed mother at a farm house in this county; the farmer turned it over to the commissioners court and they gave it to Mr. Hodges to raise.

     E. L. Bancroft died yesterday.

     Ed Bancroft, foreman for Harry Bros., died yesterday of consumption. He will be buried this evening by the Knights of Honor, he having been a member of that order.

     J. B. Story of Oak Cliff died yesterday.

     Hugh Blakeney, Sr., a good citizen and honest man, died at his home in Dallas this morning, after an illness of four days. He had been a resident of Dallas for many years and came from Boston to this place. He was identified with the growth and progress of Dallas, took a deep interest in the welfare of the city of his adoption and was ever willing to aid whit his time, influence and money to push the metropolis forward. For many years, he was engaged in manufacturing enterprises, and was beloved and esteemed by all. Mr. Blakeney was born in Ireland about 60 years ago, and came to America when quite a young man. He loved America, and he revered the land of his birth; and there is not a man r woman of Irish blood in the city of Dallas who will not drop a silent tear and utter a silent prayer for the repose of the soul of one who was a friend to them all. He was a credit to his country and to his race--honest, upright and ever true to his convictions of right. A widow and three sons, City Assessor Joe Blakeney, Hugh Blakeney, Jr., and Rev. Father Tom Blakeney, survive him. The funeral will take place to- morrow.

     The officers and members of the Irish-American Benevolent Association are respectfully requested to meet at their hall on Main street at 9 o'clock Sunday morning, June 12, to attend the funeral of our deceased brother, Hugh Blakeney, Sr.
                                                                     P. J. SHEEHAN, V. P.
      M. B. LOONIE, Sec.

     BLAKENEY -- Hugh Blakeney, Sr., aged 68 years, died Saturday, June 11, at 10:30 a. m. Burial from St. Patrick's Church Sunday at 11 o'clock a. m. Interment at Catholic cemetery.

     The funeral of Hugh Blakeney, Sr., took place yesterday from St. Patrick's church and was largely attended.

     Charles Donovan, a notice of whose fall was given in the TIMES-HERALD, died from the injuries received in falling, yesterday. There are suspicious circumstances connected with his death and foul play is intimated.

     The police have investigated the death of Charles Donovan and decided that there is no evidence of foul play, as rumored.

     A. Tiche, the Elm street dry goods dealer, was lured away from the city and brutally assassinated. The motive of the assassin was pecuniary gain. For a small sum of money, he was willing to stain his hands with human blood -- to deprive a fellow being of life.
     This afternoon, on the old Lisbon road, about three and a half miles from Oak Cliff, D. P. James, a farmer, was beating about the brush hunting for his horses, which had strayed from the stables.
     In a thicket, he discovered the body of a white man, who had been knocked in the head with some blunt instrument. Mr. James came to the city at once and notified Sheriff Lewis. That official called for Justice Braswell, jumped into a hack and drove to the scene of the tragedy. Up to the hour of going to press, the sheriff had not returned to the city.
     On every Sunday morning, it was Mr. Tiche's custom to go to Sanger Bros.' store and make payments on account. It is believed that he had $250 on his person last Sunday morning and his failure to visit Sangers, in connection with is absence from his own store, aroused suspicion that he had been foully dealt with.
     Chief Arnold and Detectives Kirby and Alexander have been at work on the case since last night. In a cell in the central police station this afternoon, was placed G. N. Bouton, a young man 27 years of age, unmarried, and a native of Mobile, Ala., where his mother resides.
     On Sunday morning, Bouton invited Tiche to go riding. They visited Oak Cliff and Tiche has never returned. Bouton says he left his companion at 12 o'clock and returned to the city. He denies that he murdered Tiche, but circumstances are against him and the officers are certain that he is the cold-blooded assassin of an upright and inoffensive citizen.
     Bouton is a tall, slender man, a blonde, with a mustache inclined to reddishness. He takes his arrest coolly. For five years past, he has been a resident of Dallas and has heretofore borne an excellent character. He is a waiter and has worked for Lang, Boedecker and other restaurant proprietors during his sojourn in Dallas.
     The murdered man has a brother and a sister in East Dallas, who, with his friends, are overwhelmed with sorrow over his tragic and cowardly taking off.

     The remains of Aaron Tiche, the victim of the assassin's bullet, were interred in the Hebrew cemetery to-day, a large concourse of people attending the funeral.
     The deceased was a native of Port Gibson, Miss., where he owned three large plantations, and was associated in the dry goods business with his brother. He came to Dallas a little over a year ago, where he launched out in business. Jacob Baer is a brother-in-law. Mr. Baer estimates that Tiche had $150 or $200 on his person when killed. Also, a gold watch and chain, a diamond ring and pin. He was a man of exceptional habits, and neither drank nor gambled. He was an educated gentleman and a confirmed old bachelor. He was a member of a number of secret societies, and was buried with Masonic honors.

     The inquest on the remains this morning, at which Bouton was present, developed the fact that he was shot twice, one bullet hole having been found two inches below the nipple on the left side, and the other in a direct line four and one-half inches below the heart. The theory of suicide is not tenable from the fact that the bullets entered on the left side and pursued a rightward course. The bullet holes are through the vest, but not through the coats.

     G. P. Bouton, as stated yesterday, is a restaurant keeper, and carried on business next door to Tiche's store. The latter took his meals at the restaurant. Bouton was with Tiche Sunday morning, invited him to go driving (as stated in these columns yesterday) and Tiche was never again see alive. Bouton says they visited Oak Cliff and returned to the city at 12 o'clock, Tiche got out of the buggy at Akard and Wood streets and then, Bouton says, he went buggy -riding with a young lady. Bouton visited his place of business only once since Sunday morning. He rooms on Akard street. The evidence, which is circumstantial, is overwhelmingly against him. In a country where positive evidence will not convict a murderer, circumstantial evidence is of but little value. Bouton is in the county jail. His stories are contradictory. Chief Arnold and Detectives Kirby and Alexander have a mass of evidence accumulated, however, that makes it look dark for the prisoner.

     The officers, the friends of the dead man and the public, generally, believe that he was lured away by a professed friend and then shot down like a dog for the money in his possession. Bouton had ingratiated himself into the good will of Tiche, he was the last man seen in the company of the unfortunate merchant and admits visiting Oak Cliff with the dead man. Parties in the vicinity of the scene of the tragedy heard several shots Sunday. Bouton may be innocent, but his neck is as near the halter as strong circumstantial evidence ever placed a man.

     To-day, the officers found a revolver in Bouton's trunk, in their search of his room. Two chambers were empty. The bullets taken from the body of Tiche correspond with those found in the loaded chambers of the pistol. The money and jewelry were not found. The detectives are doing good work and all the links in the chain of evidence will be woven in twenty-four hours.

     The fair name of the metropolis of Texas has been blackened and spattered with the dark stains of another atrocious tragedy. The life blood of another gallant officer has been shed without provocation in the discharge of his sworn duty. Another black crime has been added to the annals of Dallas county's criminal history. A good citizen is lying dead at his home in this city surrounded by his agonized wife and weeping children. In the county jail is another desperate and hardened murderer, who, if the future is to be judged by the past, will, through the aid of sharp and intriguing lawyers, and soft-hearted jurors, go Scott free or escape with a short term of imprisonment in the penitentiary. Murderer's Row in the county jail has another blood-stained and conscienceless scoundrel on exhibition to keep company with Henry Miller, the murder of Office C. O. Brewer; G. F. Bouton, the slayer of poor A. Tiche; Charles Henry, who killed one woman in Denver and another one in Dallas, and a score of lesser lights.

     P. F. Miller is a shoemaker who does business at 830 Elm street. He is about 45 years old and is said to be a Virginian by birth. His shop is just across from Pat Connerty's saloon, , near the Trunk railroad. Miller has three rooms. In the first, is his shoe shop; the middle room is a sleeping apartment, and in the rear, is a kitchen. The shoemaker is a tall, spare man with full black whiskers and piercing eyes. A few months ago, he was arrested for living in open and notorious adultery with a young and greasy-looking negress. Officers Estell and Lamar made the arrest. Miller then swore he would take the lives of the officers to square accounts. He is unpopular in the neighborhood, owing to his quarrelsome disposition and the fact that he kept the wench at his home, despite the opposition of the good people of the neighborhood.

     Last evening, armed to the teeth, Miller walked about swearing that "no son a bitch of a policeman could arrest him," and making other incendiary remarks.
     At 11 o'clock to-day, Officers W. H. Riddle and Tom Early visited the shop for the purpose of arresting Miller on charge of carrying a gun. The sequel is best told in the language of Officer Early to a TIMES-HERALD reporter:
     "We knew that Miller had made threats against the officers, but I did not think he would shoot, although warned to that effect. Mr. Riddle had his club in his hand and I had my right hand on my gun. We stepped inside, Miller sat on his bench. Quick as a flash, he raised his gun and fired at me. We were so close that I felt the powder burn my cheek. The bullet whistled past my year. A second shot was fired in quick succession. I fell or stumbled backwards out the doorway. When I regained my feet, I saw poor Riddle lying on the floor, the blood gushing out of a ghastly wound in the forehead. I fired twice at Miller, but was so excited that I missed him."

     The murderer retreated to the middle room, keeping the crowd which had collected, at bay with his big pistol. The dying officer was picked up and borne across the street and placed on a cot. His wife was notified, and came at once with his daughter and other relatives.. Dr. Thompson was also summoned. Riddle was shot through the head just above the left eye and also in the back. He was afterwards taken to his home, where he died at high noon. He was conscious almost to the last. He recognized members of his family and others. Sam Klein said to him, "Bill, are you badly hurt?" "Yes," gasped the poor fellow, "I am done for."

     Miller was holding the fort all this time. A great crowd had collected, many of whom were armed with shotguns and pistols. The greatest excitement prevailed, and it appeared as if Judge Lynch would inaugurate a hanging era for murderers in this county--something jurors refuse to do.
     "Put coal oil on the building and set fire to it!" roared a prominent citizen.
     "I will pour the oil on if someone will risk applying the match."
     "I will touch the building off and roast the d---d scoundrel," answered one of Dallas' leading citizens.
     Excitement by this time had become intense. The mob was growing larger and more determined. It looked as if Miller was destined to fight fire or rush from the building to be strung up to the nearest limb, when Assistant Chief of Police Ed Cornwell and a detachment of officers arrived.

     Officer Cornwell approached the building and said:
     "Miller, throw down that pistol and surrender."
     "I will not," was the defiant answer of the desperado. "You fellows want to kill me. I will not surrender to any man but Henry Lewis."
     "We are not turning our work over to Henry Lewis," retorted the assistant chief, "surrender and you will be protected."
     Again, Miller refused and Cornwell ran around to the kitchen door and kicked it open and entered. Miller had taken refuge in the middle room. Again, Cornwell called on him to surrender, saying the officers would kill him if he did not lay down his arms.

     The desperado weakened at this, and peering out from his hiding place, he handed his pistol, stock foremost, to Cornwell. The latter took the pistol, seized hold of Miller, and just then, the front door opened and Officer Alexander rushed in. The two officers forced their prisoner out into the crowd and made an effort to get to the patrol wagon, which was close by. The face of the prisoner was white as a sheet. "Hang him!" "Hang him!" was the yell that went up from 500 throats. Astride of a pony in the crowd was a man who had a small rope coiled on the pommel of his saddle. The mob and the police were struggling for possession of the prisoner.

     Deputy Chief Cornwell was flourishing the gun he had taken away from the prisoner and was beating the crowd back. The struggling mass of humanity was yelling, pushing, swearing and fighting. The citizens were determined to kill the scoundrel and the police were determined to protect him.
     "Back up that wagon," roared Cornwell to the driver. Just then, a leader of the vigilantes slipped the rope over the horn of the saddle and tied it around the neck of Miller. The other end was attached to the saddle. Miller was hustled into the hoodlum wagon and the driver whipped up the horses. The man on the pony also started in an opposite direction.

     Miller was jerked out of the wagon and dragged a distance of twenty feet. Then, the pony balked and the citizens and police again fought for possession of the prisoner, who was lying prostrate upon the ground. A man with a double-barreled shot-gun made a club out of the weapon and dealt Miller a blow on the head, shivering the stock. Cornwell drew his knife and cut the rope and the man with the gun aimed another blow at the prostrate prisoner. Cornwell warded off the blow, the police picked up the prisoner and hurled him headlong into the wagon and the driver lost no time in getting to the county jail, followed by the mob. Mr. Cornwell saved the worthless neck of the scoundrel with the assistance of his men.

     A big crowd collected at the jail. Detective Kirby and another party were admitted. More dead than alive, Miller was lying prostrate on the floor. Whipping out his gun, the party with Kirby attempted to shoot the prisoner, but was disarmed by the detective and jail official. On the outside, the crowd was boisterous. The proprietor of a restaurant and a variety actor made speeches, urging an attack on the jail. A German baker said he would furnish a small cannon to blow down the jail.
     Good citizens were present who openly advocated lynch law. Wiser counsels prevailed, however, and finally, the lynchers dispersed.

     It became rumored about the city that Miller had succumbed to the rough treatment meted out to him. A TIMES-HERALD reporter obtained admission to the jail. Miller is not dead, nor is he dying. He has a bad scalp wound, this throat is discolored, where the rope was drawn taut. He bled profusely at the mouth and nose, but his injuries are slight, it is said. He is strongly guarded at the county jail and refused to talk to a reporter, or anyone else for that matter.

     The murder created great excitement throughout the city and has been the one topic of conversation to-day. Leading citizens openly advocated lynch law saying the courts had no terror for desperadoes and criminals, and that it was necessary to make an example of some one, and now was a splendid time to begin. The criminal lawyers were also denounced unsparingly and the ears of jurors who have turned loose upon society killers of high and low degree must have burned, so bitter was the denunciation heaped upon them.

     The woman in the case is a black and ugly wench of 30 years. A TIMES-HERALD reporter hunted her up after the killing. She had a child not more than 18 months in her arms. Miller is said to be the father of the kid, which is nearly white. The woman said she witnessed the shooting, and that "Mr. Miller was shot at four times by the police." Beyond this statement, she would say nothing.

     W. H. Riddle was born at Shoal Creek, Tenn., and was 55 years old on the 27th of last March. He leaves a wife and seven children, the two oldest being girls and married. There are five boys at home, and all of them, with the exception of one, were out seven miles in the country at a picnic to-day when their father was murdered. Mrs. Riddle is prostrated with grief at the sad taking off of her husband. He was an honored member of the Odd Fellows, who will perform the usual ceremonies at his burial, which will take place to-morrow.
     Mr. Riddle had been acting as a special for two months past, having taken the place of Officer A. H. Pegues, who died fro a wound inflicted by the accidental discharge of his pistol. He was an old resident of Dallas, and a member for several years of the East Dallas force. When East Dallas came in, three police officers were doing duty there, Isaac Elam, C. O. Brewer and W. H. Riddle. Isaac Elam was killed by young Owens, who was turned loose yesterday. C. O. Brewer was murdered by the negro, Henry Miller. The last of the trio met a tragic fate to-day. Riddle was an old Confederate soldier and popular with all who knew him. He owned a nice little home on Nettie street. One of his sons is connected with the fire department and another is a street car driver in this city.

     Mattie Anderson, the woman in the case, was arrested and placed in the holdover. She says that Miller, yesterday, threatened to kill "Riddle or any other policeman who said he was keeping a nigger woman." Mattie says she has four children; three of them belong to Harry Andrews, her husband, from whom she separated two years ago. The fourth one, a little girl nearly white, she says, belongs to another man, but Miller is not his name. The woman says Miller is 35 years of age, belongs to a prominent Virginia family, and has been in Dallas off and on for several years. He has rented from the Kirkhams in East Dallas since 1890.
     The woman denies that she lived with Miller as his mistress, although she lived in his rooms. She is a sharp and rather shrewd creature and will put up as favorable version of the affair as possible to shield her paramour.

     A TIMES-HERALD reporter was informed this afternoon by a reputable citizens that Riddle had been warned to keep an eye on Miller as the latter had said yesterday: "I will drive Riddle off his beat and kill that red-headed son of a bitch (meaning Tom Early)."

     Late this afternoon, it was stated that Miller was dying. At 4 o'clock, a TIMES-HERALD reporter visited the jail. He was informed that Miller was not in a dangerous condition; that he was bleeding about the head, etc. The TIMES-HERALD representative was informed that Dr. McDermott had been summoned and would arrive shortly to examine the wounds of the prisoner. No one has been admitted to Miller's presence since his incarceration. Six or eight deputies guard the jail. On the outskirts of the jail grounds, curiosity seekers and idlers discuss the murder of to-day and the tragedies of the past two months. There is no demonstration, and the law will, no doubt, be permitted to take its course.

     Judging from his experience this morning, Miller has more lives than a cat. A well known business man threw down his pistol on the murderer and was in the act of pumping lead into him when Ed Cornwell knocked the gun aside, and for the third time, saved the life of Miller.

     All members of Trinity Lodge 198 I. O. O. F. will meet at the lodge room to-morrow afternoon at 3 o'clock to attend the funeral of W. H. Riddle.
                          C. O. HODGES, N. G.

     The funeral of the late W. H. Riddle, the murdered policeman, took place at 3:30 o'clock this afternoon, Rev. Boyle of the Congregational Church officiating.

     Foreman Brown, a negro youth, is lying at the point of death at the city hospital, the result of a blow on the head administered by George Nelson, another negro, at 10:30 o'clock last night.
     Brown has a fearful gash just over his left forehead, the brains being exposed. The doctors who sewed up the gash say he cannot live.
     Nelson is night watchman at Cain & Cabell's stable, and according to a statement made by Mr. Cain. He was on duty last night when Foreman came by and attempted to steal a gum coat out of a buggy. He was seen by Nelson, who ordered him to drop the coat and stop, which he refused to do. Nelson seized a neck-yoke and struck him a fearful blow on the head, just above the left eye.
     Mr. Cain said: "Nelson was left in entire charge of the stable, and for several night, we have been troubled by boys who prowl around the stable and steal small articles, such as whips, blankets, etc., and I told Nelson to watch out for the boys who were doing the stealing."
     Nelson is in the county jail, whither he was conveyed last night about 10:40 o'clock by two policemen.
     A piece of skull the size of a man's hand was taken from the head of Brown, exposing the brain to full view.

     Judge Sawnie Robertson died at 4:30 o'clock yesterday afternoon. As stated in these columns yesterday, his death was not unexpected, as h is physicians earlier in the day informed him that the hand of death was upon him, and that his end was near.
     In the enjoyment of health, he was affable, courteous and brave. With the dew of death upon his brow, he was calm, thoughtful and courageous as a soldier ready for the charge.
     He called his wife and children, his mother, father and brothers to his bedside, separately, and gave them words of counsel, comfort and last farewell. Also, his business partner, Mr. Henry Coke. To the latter, he discussed unfinished business as intelligently as he did before he was stricken down. His remarks to his wife were exceedingly pathetic and beautiful and brought tears to the eyes of all in the room. After the last sad words of parting, the eminent lawyer settled back upon his couch as if wooing sleep and passed away as peaceful and serene as the coming of the dawn.
     Judge Robertson was born in Chambers county, Alabama in 1850. His father was Judge John C. Robertson, who has been twice elected district judge in Texas. In 1851, his father moved by land with his family and negroes to Texas, stopping at Jefferson a year, and after residing in Henderson, finally located in Tyler.
     Judge Sawnie Robertson was educated at Gilmer, Tex., where he studied law under Gov. O. M. Roberts, and was admitted to the bar when 21 y ears old. He married Miss Ella Boren of Tyler and entered into law partnership with his father, Capt. W. S. Herndon, his father's law partner, having just been elected to congress. Moving to Dallas soon after, he formed the partnership of Robertson & Eblen, which lasted several years, until Mr. Eblen moved to El Paso, after which, Judge Robertson formed a partnership with Mr. Henry Coke.
     In 1885, when 35 years old, he was appointed by Gov. Ireland to the vacancy on the supreme bench, caused by the death of Judge Charles West, which position, after filling it for a year, he voluntarily resigned, returning to his law practice with Mr. Coke, with whom he continued in partnership, until he was called away yesterday in the prime of his life by death.
     A widow and two bright little boys mourn the loss of a kind husband and loving father.

     The news of Judge [Robertson's] death spread like wild-fire about the city and the death of no man in recent y ears caused more poignant sorrow in all classes and ranks. Judge Tucker immediately adjourned court until Friday. Especially were the members of the bar deeply grieved, as Judge Robertson was greatly admired and beloved by his profession and all were his warm and appreciative friends.
     Gov. Hogg arrived on the late train last evening from Fort Worth. He was informed at Fort Worth by Representative Swayne that Judge Robertson was dead. In boyhood and manhood, the two were devoted friends; in fact, no public men in Texas were more intimate. Gov. Hogg was deeply moved at the crushing announcement and came at once to Dallas. A TIMES-HERALD reporter greeted him as he alighted from a carriage at the Windsor, but the governor was plunged in deep sorrow and proceeded at once to his room. His ablest adviser and one of his most trusted friends had passed away.
On all sides last evening deep tributes were paid to the dead lawyer.
     On all sides last evening, deep tributes were paid to the dead lawyer. John N. Simpson said: "Dallas has never met with a greater loss. No grander man than Sawnie Robertson ever lived in any community."

     Judge Rector opened court this morning at 9:20.
     Col. Jerome C. Kearby arose, and, in a few eloquent and fitting remarks, announced the death of Hon. Sawnie Robertson, an ex-justice of the supreme court of the state of Texas.
     As a mark of respect to the memory of deceased, Judge Rector adjourned court until to-morrow morning.

     Acting Mayor McClellan called the city council together in special session at 2 o'clock, at which time, arrangements were made to attend the funeral at 4 o'clock this afternoon.

     The Dallas Bar Association met in Judge Tucker's court room this morning to arrange for the obsequies of their dead friend and brother, Judge Sawnie Robertson. Not only was the entire bar of the city present, but lawyers from other cities and numerous friends, filling the court room until standing room could hardly be secured. The deceased lawyer's boyhood friends, Gov. Hogg and ex-Senator Horace Chilton, with heads bowed in grief at this unexpected stroke, were present.
     W. B. Gano was called to the chair and W. Spence chosen secretary of the sad assemblage.
     On motion, the chair appointed a committee on resolutions of sorrow and respect, consisting of the following members of the bar. H. C. Coke, Charles Fred Tucker, W. L. Crawford, W. W. Leake, R. E. Burke, Robt. West, J. S. Hogg and Horace Chilton, This committee were instructed to meet this evening at Col. Leake's office and prepare resolutions to be submitted at the meeting of the bar to-morrow morning at 9:30. On motion of Col. Crawford, it was determined that the bar should attend the funeral of Judge Robertson in a body, and on motion of W. J. Moroney, it was arranged that the entire association should meet at the postoffice and march in a body to Judge Robertson's late residence, from where conveyance would take them to the cemetery.
     On motion of R. E. L. Knight, a committee on suitable floral offerings from the bar and crape was appointed. Messrs. Knight, Harris and Spence were placed on this committee.
     No addresses were made, as this is reserved till the meeting to-morrow morning when the resolutions of respect will be read.
     As the family had already made arrangements as to who should be the regular pall bearers, the chairman appointed the following honorary: Jerome C. Kearby, Bryan T. Barry, Robert E. Cowart, W. L. Thompson, P. Barry Miller, J. M. Avery, N. G. Turney and R. B. Seay. The association, after extending an invitation to members of the bar to be present at Col. Leake's office during the preparation of the resolutions, adjourned till 9:30 to-morrow morning.

     A largely attended meeting of representative citizens was held at the city hall at 10 o'clock to take action on the death of Judge Robertson. O. P. Bowser was called to the chair. Appropriate speeches were made and it was resolved to attend the funeral in a body. The following gentlemen, with the chairman of the meeting, will meet at the North Texas National Bank at 9 o'clock to-morrow morning to draft suitable resolutions: W. H. Gaston, John N. Simpson, Royal A. Ferris, James Moroney, Alex. Sanger, B. Blankenship, James Aikin, Jot Gunter, E. M. Reardon, R. D. Berry, O. K. Harry, J. S. Armstrong, Wm. Illingsworth, J. P. Murphy, Harry P. Lawther and J. M. Strong.

     The pall bearers are Go. J. S. Hogg, Senator A. M. Carter of Fort Worth, Col. W. W. Leake, Col. Jot Gunter, Judge George N. Aldredge, Judge Charles Fred Tucker, Mr. John Gaston and Col. W. S. Simkins, Rev. Drs. Davis and Simms will officiate.
     J. O. Terrell of Terrell, Hon. Dick Wynne, Senator A. M. Carter and Col. J. Peter Smith of Fort Worth came over to-day to attend the funeral of Judge Robertson.

     Mrs. Keever died yesterday at the home of her son, Dr. A. P. Keever, in Oak Cliff. Deceased was 55 years old and a lady highly esteemed by all who knew her. She was also the mother of J. H. Keever, the druggist. The funeral took place to-day.

     Wm. McAllister, 499 Main street, died at 1:20 o'clock to-day. Mr. McAllister was an old resident of Dallas.

     Marcus Menczer, aged 22 years, died yesterday at the residence of his parents, 836 Bryan street.

     Chas. Pistor, who recently ran a saloon on McKinney avenue near the Dallas branch, suicided yesterday by taking morphine. He leaves a widow and two children.

     Mrs. Webster, the aged and highly esteemed mother of Hon. John H. Webster of the city council, died at the home of her son Sunday morning. Mrs. Webster had been an invalid for a year or more and had been very low for two months preceding her death. The remains were taken to Marshall, the old home of the deceased, for burial. Mrs. J. F. Zang, daughter of the deceased, and Mr. and Mrs. J. H. Webster accompanied the remains to Marshall, where interment followed.

Special to the Times-Herald.
     MESQUITE, Tex., July 4. -- A difficulty occurred yesterday about two miles south of Mesquite in which Chas. Grove shot, and it is thought, fatally wounded, Bud Evers.
     Evers, it is said, had made insulting propositions to Groves' wife.
     About 2 o'clock yesterday, while Evers was at dinner, Grove rode up to the yard fence and called to Evers, who answered, inviting Grove to come in and have dinner. Grove answered that he did not have time and asked Evers out to the fence, telling him he wanted to see him. When in about ten feet of Grove, the latter began shooting at Evers, firing three shots in all; the first shot missed Evers, the second broke his arm and the third bullet lodged in his thigh, when Evers fell. Grove mounted his horse, and it is though went to his father's who lives near Garland, remarking, as he rode off, that "they will have a picnic arresting me."
     It is thought that Evers will die.

     MESQUITE, July 4. -- Bud Evers died at 10:30 this morning, and arrangements are now being made for the funeral. The killer, as wired at an earlier hour, went to the home of his father at Garland, it is believed, to surrender to the authorities.

     Sheriff Lewis sent out part of his force this morning to apprehend Grove, but up to going to press, nothing had been heard from them.

     Ed Noble, a boy 17 years of age, was accidentally shot in the head by R. M. Wallace Saturday evening. The boys were playing with a target rifle, snapping it at each other, when it went off, shooting young Noble in the head, from the effects of which, he died Saturday night.

     Chas. Grove, who shot Bud Everts near Mesquite Sunday, was brought in last night and lodge in jail. He had gone to his father's place, a mile and half south of Garland, where he was found by Deputy Sheriff Simpson, to whom he surrendered without a protest.
     His wife, with their two babies, came in from Mesquite this morning and were admitted to see the prisoner, and when a TIMES-HERALD reporter called at the jail, Grove was in the outer room, playing with the children. In answer to a query, he said: "I have nothing to say for the press. Everything will come out in a few days, and until after the examining trial, I refuse to talk. Your information from Mesquite was wrong in saying that I remarked that 'they will have a picnic arresting me.' I was perfectly justifiable in doing what I did, and it will all come out in a few days. I have lived in Dallas county seven years and have been married four years."
     Another representative of the TIMES-HERALD called at the jail just before the noon hour. Grove, his wife and babies, were found, the parents in consultation. Two stalwart young farmers were with them.
     Grove is tall and slender, a typical Texas farmer. He has a good, honest face, which is rather intelligent, and when he talks, it is wreathed with a smile. He is a blonde and sports a small mustached of the strawberry variety.
     He was at first averse to talking for publication, but "thawed out" after a few remarks had been interchanged. His wife had nothing to say. She is a blonde, rather short and plump and about 25 years old.
     Grove is a Tennessean and has lived in Texas about seven years. He is connected with some of the best families in his section of the county and bears the reputation of being an industrious and peaceable man.
     The first thing he did this morning was to retain Mr. Charles F. Clint, and that gentleman, at once, took steps to secure the release of his client on bond. It was agreed that it was a bailable case, at its worst, manslaughter. The prisoner was taken to Judge Burke's court room, where, after consultation, he was admitted to bail in the sum of $1000, which was furnished by his friends, and this evening, Mr. and Mrs. Grove and the children will return to their home in the country.
     Bud Everts was a young man of 30 years, a widower, and, according to all accounts, a boisterous and evil-disposed sort of a fellow.
     A month ago, he visited the Grove residence, it is said, and found the husband absent from home. He fastened his evil eyes upon the mistress of the household and the lurking devil within his breast impelled him to make an assault upon the purity of the woman and the honor of a happy home. In the most villainous and obscene language, he made known his intention and also attempted to use force to accomplish his designs. The intended victim repulsed his advances and drove the wretch from the premises.
     Not 300 yards from the residence of the Groves, while beating a hasty retreat, Everts met a cousin of the man whose wife he had insulted. Everts, in a boastful way, asked the youth why he did not go [to] the Grove residence "and do what he (Everts) intended to do"
     The young man, at once, hunted up his cousin and informed him of what Everts said. Grove questioned his wife and she informed her husband of Everts' visit and the base propositions he had forced upon her unwilling ears.
     "The mute sentinel of the fireside," in the shape of a Colt's 45, hung on the wall, and the injured husband transferred it to his pocket and went on the warpath for the man who had insulted and defamed his wife. Everts fled the country, going to the Indian Territory, where he remained until last week. Sunday afternoon, at 4 o'clock, he made his appearance in the Grove neighborhood, and "the mute sentinel of the fireside" spoke three times. Grove touched the trigger and the bullets did the rest. Everts died yesterday morning at 10:30, as stated in these columns yesterday. After the shooting, Grove mounted his horse and rode to the home of his father, near Garland, where he was found yesterday afternoon by Deputy Sheriff A. L. Simpson.
     Justice Lauderdale visited Mesquite yesterday, inquested the remains of Everts and returned a verdict in accordance with the facts.

     This morning, July 9, 1892, from injuries received in a railroad wreck, Mr. B. J. Franks, of Laurens, S. C. Funeral Linskie's, corner Main and Harwood streets, to-morrow morning at 10 o'clock sharp.

     In the freight train wreck which occurred last night, an account of which appears in another column, B. J. Franks was caught under the cars, crushing his leg, from the effects of which he died early this morning.
     From cards found on his person, his home was at Laurens, S. C. He was 21 years old, a printer, and a member of Typographical Union No. 43. He was evidently a man of education, as a journal detailing his experiences and travels shows to have been written by an educated man. Stories of travel without money, and the many times he was put off of freight trains, told in the manner of a raconteur, with philosophical expressions here and there, showed the man of the world, thoroughly conversant with its ups and downs, ever ready to assist a friend or forgive an enemy. Among the last entries is a determination to give up his nomadic life and return to home and parents with the seemingly premonitory proviso, "if nothing happens." He left Dallas last night, homeward bound.
     A letter of identification was found on his person, which read as follows: "If I should be killed or injured so as to render me insensible, those caring for me will please wire Capt. H. H. Ranks, Laurens, S. C., and in case of death, please notify the typographical union which issued the certificate of membership, which will be found upon my person. The said union will bear the expense of my burial if same should take place where I may come to my death.
                                                            B. J. FRANKS.
     A photograph of two winsome girls, who, from the resemblance, are his sisters; a well-worn copy of the song, "Only a Picture of Her Boy," with one or two railroad maps, were his worldly effects. The local typographical union has taken charge of the remains. See notice of funeral in another column.

     The remains of B. J. Franks, the printer who was killed in a wreck near Forney, were sent to Laurens, S. C., last night.

     The following is the jury in the Bouton case: J. R. Smith, John N. Simpson, W. H. Haley, J. F. Ramsey, C. D. Slaughter, J. M. Kesley, George Jackson, Charles Orr, J. R. Routh, W. T. Addison, J. A. Brooks, George W. Merchant.
     The prisoner was brought in and seated in the bar, and the charge was read to him, to which he answered in a clear voice, "not guilty." He smiled continually and spoke cheerily to acquaintances whom he recognized in the court room. On the call of witnesses, a number were found absent, but later on, some of them came in. There is a host of witnesses on each side, about ten of whom are ladies. The rule was called for and the witnesses taken in to a side room.
     Mr. Jacob Bader [Bauer?] was the first witness called. He testified: I have lived in Dallas fourteen years. Know the defendant. Have known him since last June. Deceased was my brother-in-law and knew him seventeen years. He was forty-five years old and single. He slept in his store and boarded at Bouton's, who kept a restaurant. Our relations were very intimate. I saw him on Thursday, the day prior to his death. Witness described personal appearance of deceased. He wore gold rimmed spectacles all the time. His business was done with Sanger Bros. He always deposited his week's sales with Sanger Bros. on Sunday morning. I missed him on Monday morning, the 13th day of June. I went down to see Bouton and asked him where Tiche was. He told me that he and Tiche had taken a drive Sunday morning, and after taking a circuitous route, let Tiche out on Young street about 12 o'clock, when he followed a negro woman. He did not tell me anything about crossing the river, but mentioned the drive as detailed. I went to see Chief Arnold, where I met Mr. Kirby. I then went to see Henry Lewis, and then to the grand jury. Tiche's business was closed up. I was the only one who had access to the store. I went to see Arnold again Tuesday and Kirby told of a conversation with Bouton wherein Bouton detailed a different route from what he told me Monday morning, Bouton stated that it looked like Tiche was a dead man. I then went to see Sheriff Lewis and asked for a posse to search the surrounding country, and while there, Mr. James came in and told of finding a dead body, and from the description, I knew it was Tiche. We then got in a carriage, and after driving out on the Lisbon road and off to one side, we found the body of Tiche. From indications, it appeared that his body had been dragged some distance and there were buggy tracks about six feet away. He was lying on his back with his coat pulled up under his head with his pockets turned wrong side out. His watch and diamond pin were gone. Also, his gold specks. I found no money on him. His hat was lying in two feet of his body. Can say positively that it was the body of Tiche. Did not examine the body for wounds, but he looked like he had been struck across the head with something. The body was in an advanced stage of decomposition. Deceased had been boarding with Bouton about three moths. The defendant and Tiche were very intimate. Deceased had lent Bouton his watch and chain and diamond pin often.
     Cross examined. Tiche was in good circumstances, being a member of the firm of E. A. Tiche of Port Gibson, Miss. He was worth about $8,000 net. His brothers and sisters were his heirs. He had three sisters and seven brothers. About thirteen months ago, I sent for Mr. Tiche and turned over my business to him while I went to Europe. During my absence, he slept at my store. He established his business in November. He boarded with me six weeks after going into business for himself and then went to boarding at Bouton's. He did not have a clerk at the time he was killed. He had discharged one whom he had employed. He swept out his own store and made up his own bed. There was a plaster partition between Bouton's and Tiche's, with no doors or windows. The back door to Tiche's place was light. Knew Tiche and Bouton were very intimate from conversations I had with Tiche. Before he had the ring made into a pin, it was an engagement ring. He had been engaged to Mr. Dysterbach's daughter, who discarded him and married another man. After my son told me of the store not being open, I went to see Bouton. He told me of the drive. Did not say anything about stopping at Mrs. Worden's. The deputy sheriff had entered Tiche's store Monday morning to get him for a character witness in the Owens case. I employed counsel. I never told counsel about my son getting in the store. My son has not been summoned as a witness. My son got in through the transom. After my son got in, he opened the door and let the sheriff in. He found the key in the cash drawer, and after locking the door, brought it to me. My son knew the combination to the cash drawer. As soon as I had a conversation with Bouton, I thought Tiche was foully dealt with. Defendant never told me anything of having stopped at Mrs. Worden's. I went by Mrs. Worden's about sundown Monday evening in company with Detective Kirby. I did not go to the stable until Thursday, when I went with Mr. Alexander. Did not agree that stains found on the buggy was tobacco spit. As near as I can recollect, it was Thursday when we went to see the buggy , and I think it was the next day when we took the buggy and lap robe down to the city hall. Tiche had acquaintances in Baton Rouge, a Mrs. Meyers and a Mr. Morris. Don't know anybody by the name of Eishman. I have heard Tiche speak of Eishman, who lived in Fayette, Miss. Tiche never lived at Baton Rouge. Mr. Eishman was in Dallas when Tiche was killed and called to see us and extended his sympathies for our bereavement. All he said while at my store was to extend sympathy, and said that he knew Tiche. Eishman was here hunting a situation. Did not say how long he had known Tiche, nor where he was from. He had a friend here with him by the name of Charlie, who came from Port Gibson, who is now in the North Texas National Bank. Don't know his other name. Tiche was here in 1890 and stayed with me about five months. He had two brothers and three sisters in America. It is about four blocks from where Tiche was in business to where I am. Tiche and I were not on visiting terms at the time of his death for two months prior to his death. I called at his store on the Thursday before his death. We were close friends, though not on visiting terms. My wife and I do not want any of Tiche's property, as her brother is hard of hearing. He was here and stayed a week, during which time, I proposed to relinquish our claims in the estate. At or between 2 or 3 o'clock Monday, after missing Tiche at 9 o'clock, I went before the grand jury, and in answer to a question, I told them I suspected Bouton of having made away with him.
     The TIMES-HERALD had an account of my suspicions Tuesday evening, though they did not get it from me. Cazedesnez told me that he would leave in a few days. Don't know when Cazedesnez got here. The store was sold to a nephew of my wife by the name of E. Tiche. I sold it to him by virtue of authority given me by the court. I sold out to Sanger Bros. for eighty cents on the dollar and they sold it to E. Tiche, who paid them seventy-five cents on the dollar. E. Tiche came here last Saturday, a week ago, at the instigation of his father, who lives at Rayville, La. Tiche's business here was not, in my opinion, an insolvent business. He started the business with the $800 I paid him for his work for me. There was $71.35 in the cash drawer when I got to the store Monday morning, which was in silver. When the body was found, there was $4 and something under it. I think it was $4.25. He had $32 and some cents at the City National bank. When we found the body, we drove within about ten feet of it. I came into town to get Linskie to go back for the corpse. Both pockets of deceased's pants were drawn out as though he had been robbed. The ring on this finger was not taken. He wore glasses nearly all the time. He wore a light suit, which my wife picked out for him at Sanger Bros. I was not present.

     Adolph Noach, the boy who fell about thirty feet while attempting to catch a bird at Buell & Connelly's mill, died day before yesterday from injuries sustained in the fall. One peculiar circumstance about the affair, and one that causes the superstitious to talk, is the fact that the bird he was attempting to catch, fell dead on the identical spot where the young man fell.
     The body of Miss F. N. Foster, who died yesterday at Oak Cliff, was shipped to Melissa to-day for interment.

     The witnesses placed on the stand at yesterday afternoon's session were Henry Lewis, J. J. Alexander, J. L. Moore, A. I. Sanders?, B. J. Trieller, J. C. Arnold, J. S. _owns, J. A. Sakaloff, R. D. Morton, D. __ James, Jordon Apperson and Dr. W. T. Baird. Downs is a grocer, and testified that Bouton owed him some money and paid him Monday morning after Tiche's disappearance, giving him a $20 gold piece. Dr. Baird testified that there was blood on the lap robe given him by Lewis and Kirby to examine. There was nothing else developed in yesterday afternoon's testimony that has not already been gone over.
     Mr. F. R. Rowley was the first witness called this morning. He testified: I am a member of the present grand jury. Have been assisting the clerk. Remember a witness named Sam Thomas. He told the grand jury that he had asked Bouton for his wags Saturday evening before Tiche was missing. That Bouton had promised to pay him on Monday morning as soon as the bank opened Monday morning. That Bouton had more money on that morning than he had ever seen him. He stated that Bouton had paid him off at 8:30 a. m. I remember May Ammons having come before the grand jury. She identified Bouton before the grand jury as the man she had seen twice on the Sunday before. Bouton came into the grand jury room with a lot of other men and without being asked, she stated, "that is the man."
     Cross-examined. Did not know that Mary Ammons had seen the defendant on the day before in company with Henry Lewis. Don't know whether or not Bries? was before the grand jury.
The court instructed the jury as to the weight of a grand juryman's testimony, not as independent testimony, but to determine the realiability of witnesses.
     W. T. Baer was the next witness: I am seventeen years old. Knew Titche. He was my mother's brother. Saw him the last time on Saturday evening. Was by his store on Sunday evening between 3 and 4 o'clock. Passed the store on my way to school the next morning. I borrowed a ladder and went through the transom. Saw defendant who was standing in his store. I opened the door and the deputy sheriff came in. The sleeping room was in the back. The sheriff and a fireman both went back with me. I then closed the door and went back home and told my father of Titche being missing. I looked in the money drawer and found $17.15.
     Cross-examined-I got in the room first. Did not look in the money drawer first. Stayed there ten or fifteen minutes. The room was not so very disorderly. The bed had not been made up. I opened the front door with the latch. I did not take a key to my father. I left through the back transom because the front door would not lock on the outside. I gave my father the key between 3 and 4 o'clock in the afternoon. We went to the store and opened the drawer. I found $17 and a few cents and a key to the front door. I got the key out that evening and the money out that night. Mr. Loeb was with me when I came back from the lodge and went back in the store and got the money. My father told me to get the money and take some one with me. Met Mr. Loeb at the city hall. Loeb went with me to supper. Dysterbach and Loeb met me at the city hall. I was examining some jewelry that Chief Arnold had. It was a double link watch chain. I went to the lodge and back home where Mr. Loeb was sitting. I got the money on my road home before supper. My father, mother and I got back from Europe about the 16th of September. I never clerked for Titche. I sometimes stopped in the store on my way to school and helped my uncle wait on customers. He showed me the combination to his money drawer. I don't know how much money my father or mother owed Mr. Titche. I heard it mentioned that my mother owned Titche $300. He claimed that my mother owed him that amount on a settlement. The store is my father's. It is in my mother's name because my father'sname is not good. I don't know how long it has been in my mother's name. My father came from Monroe, La. The real estate owned here is in my mother's name. My father did not hunt Titche Sunday morning. He was at home Sunday morning. There was no letter from Europe that I know of. Know that book. My father brought the book to the house. Titche returned to Port Gibson before we went to Europe. I was in Titche's store Saturday before the Sunday he was missed.
     Re-direct-I went to the Masonic lodge to invite them to Titche's funeral.
     Re-cross-I got the money on my way home from the Masonic lodge.
     Mr. Tanner, a deputy sheriff, was the next witness called. I had a subpoena for Mr. Titche. I asked young Baer where Titche was. He stated "that's what I want to know." We went back to the room and found it in disorder. I saw Bouton in his front door. I was standing across the street and saw Baer talking to Bouton. Bouton walked back through his restaurant and came back and said he had not learned anything about it. I noticed that he seemed excited.
     Cross-examined-I did not ask the boy to open the door. He was inside the store when I got there. It was about 8:30. Not later. I saw young Baer when he started after his father. My best recollection is that young Baer came out through the front door. I don't know whether or not young Baer was in Bouton's restaurant.
     The state closed with this witness. The defense called Mr. Baer, Sr., as their first witness. He testified-Nobody has told me what my sone testified to. The reason my name is not good is because I failed in Monroe, La., sixteen years ago. There was one judgment against me and it has expired through the law. My business here is in the name of my wife. I have bought property in the city in the past two years. My son gave me the key on Monday, the 13th of June. Mr. A. Lowenstein was with me when I went in to the store in the afternoon. I got the money out of the drawer and put it in my pocket and put it in my safe when I got home, I am positive of that fact. I did not give my son the key at any time to get the money. My son went down to the city hall to look at some knives. My son did not turn over a cent to me. My son positively did not give me a copper cent of Titche's money at any time. I sent my son to the lodge Tuesday night to tell the Masons of the funeral. He went to the city hall Monday night. I stayed in my store Sunday morning until 11 o'clock. I stayed in my house until about 3 o'clock. After that, I went down to the Windsor Hotel Was there about an hour and a half. After that, I went home. I know Mr. Hess. I never asked him about Titche. My sone was with me at the Windsor.
     Mr. Howell was the next witness. I was in the grand jury room with Bouton. A negro man picked me out as the man he had seen pass his house.
     Jordan Apperson was called. I brought those two lap robes down this morning. That striped one is the one I described yesterday.
     Mrs. Dressell was placed on the stand. I live on the corner of Harwood street and Pacific avenue. My sister lives there with me. Have known Bouton since February. I met him at Turner Hall. My sister had met him before that time. She was out riding with Bouton on the Sunday before he was arrested. He was at myhouse at 3 o'clock with Mrs. Worden. He came back alone about half an hour later. I noticed the lap robe. It was a solid color. It looked like that one. It was a clean lap robe. They came back about sundown and my sister then got out.
     Cross-examined: The lap robe was not striped.
     Miss Emma Ahless was called: "I am a sister of Mrs. Dressell. Have known Mr. Bouton about a year. I made an engagement with him on Wednesday evening to go driving with him Sunday afternoon at 3 o'clock. He was at the house about 3 o'clock and said it was too warm then and he would come back later on. He came back about 5 o'clock. The lap robe we had was a plain one between a linen and a tan color. We got back about sundown. We got a glass of soda water at the City Park Drug Store. We went to Boedeker's and had some cream.
     Cross-examined: About 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Bouton and Mrs. Worden came by the house. He told me that he and a gentleman friend had been driving in Oak Cliff, but that the roads were so bad he had come back. It was a little dusty that evening.
Court then took a recess until 2 o'clock.
     Rev. Owens of Oak Cliff, Mary Wright, a negress, and Anthony Bosworth, a negro, were called to the stand this afternoon. Their testimony will develop nothing that will have any bearing on the case either way.

     The jury in the Mike Coyle murder case returned a verdict this morning. They found that the prisoner was guilty of murder in the second degree and assessed his punishment at six years in the penitentiary. Coyle killed Ben Page. Notice that a motion for a new trial would be made was given and court adjourned.

     Will Lyne, Dan Cooper, Mrs. Rose A. Simms, D. R. Moberly, Mrs. R. C. Worden and J. F. Wren were placed on the stand yesterday evening. Will Lyne testified that he saw Titche in a buggy on the Sunday preceding the Tuesday on which his body was found, on the extension of Ervay street after 12 o'clock. There was nothing else important developed in the remaining testimony further than that Bouton had told one of the witnesses that he had $100 laid away to pay for medical treatment.
     When court opened this morning, Mr. Harris, for the defense, announced that they offered in evidence, Titche's book of accounts; the lap robes, the different diagrams of the country south of Oak Cliff and Sanger Bros.' statement.
     S. H. Best, a colored preacher, was the first witness of the morning: I live in Oak Cliff on the Lancaster road. Remember sitting with Anthony Bosewoth on one Sunday when two men stopped and asked the way to Lancaster. Held religious services that evening at 3:30. I left my house for church just after dinner and just after the two men stopped. Don't remember the kind of a horse they were driving. Don't know what kind of nationality they were, but one of them had on specs and I think he was a Jew. Can't describe the other man, but think he was dark complected.
     Cross examined. That was between 9 and 10 o'clock in the morning.
     Re-direct. The men were there just before I started to hold services.
     Mr. Swan-I am captain of the Dallas chemical engine. I knew Titch. I have known Bouton since January. His reputation is good. Bouton and Titche were friendly. I remember the Sunday they took the buggy ride. I went to dinner at 12:30 that day. I remember young Baer being at the store Monday morning.
     Cross-examined-I have heard the boys at the station speak of Bouton as being very clever and accommodating.
     Lew Bryan- A man named Eisman registered at the McLeod Hotel, where I am clerk, on Saturday, June 11th. He came about 10 o'clock. He paid his bill Sunday morning, saying he was going to spend the night with friends. He and Casadesseuz slept at the hotel Monday night. Eisman paid for his lodging. Eisman was a low man. Cassadesseuz looked like an Italian. Titche's name was not mentioned Monday evening. Eisman left the hotel Tuesday morning. He and Cassadesseuz slept at the hotel Monday night. Eisman came back to the hotel on Saturday, the 18th. Said that he had known Titche a long time. He was from Quanah, but registered from Baton Rouge.
     Cross-examined-Eisman told me he was from Quanah. I had heard of the death of Titche before I had the conversation with Titche.
     John Callahan-I keep a restaurant on Main street. Have known Bouton two years and a half. He worked for me nine months. I paid him $10? a week. Know his reputation for peace and quiet. It was good.
     Dr. McLaurin-Am a physician. The shape of the corpuscles distinguish the blood of humans from that of animals. The shape of a corpuscle can be distinguished by a microscope. It is the judgment of the medical profession that human blood can be distinguished from that of the lower animals.
     Mr. Boedeker-I am a confectioner. Know Bouton. He worked for me some time. I know his reputation for honesty. It is good.
     Mr. Jno. F. Lang-I am in the restaurant business. Have known Bouton about four years. Knew him in San Antonio. Never heard his honesty questioned.
     Mr. Myers-I am assistant-chief of the fire department. Have known Boulton about three months. He was in front of the chemical engine house on the Sunday Titche was missed between 7 and 9 o'clock.
     Henry Eason-The staet object to the admission of his testimony on the grounds that he had not been summoned as a witness until today. After long argument, the jury and witnesses were taken out of the room while counsel explained what they expected to prove by witness. The court ruled that he could be used as a character witness.
     Witness-I have known Bouton about three years. Never heard his reputation questioned. His reputation for peace and quiet was good.
     Mr. Goldman was offered as a witness, he having in company with one or two others, driven over the road that Bouton alleges he and Titche drover over on the Sunday in question. State objected and objection sustained.
     E. A. Worden-I am a gun smith by trade. Have been in the business twenty years. Am familiar with the use of fire arms. Can tell whether or not a gun has been fired if I get hold of it immediately after it has been fired. There is nothing accurate about it then. Don't know whether or not that bullet (the one found in Titche's body) weighs as much as it did before it was fired. Remember having prepared four bullets for you (Harris) yesterday. The weight of the cartridges for Colt's 38 is 152 grains. For Smith & Wesson pistols, a 38 bullet weighs 146 grains.
     Cross-examined-Don't know whether or not all bullets are made of the same quality of lead.
     The state put John Bolick on the stand. I know Will Lyne. Was with Will Morton when Lyne was summoned. Lyne told Morton and I that he didn't know Titche or Boulton. I never talked with Lyne about the case.
     Cross-examined-Lyne married my wife's niece. I did not tell Mr. Knight that I was sorry he had summoned Will Lyne. When we went after Lyne, he was very reluctant about coming because, as he said, he knew nothing about the case. He did not come for the subpoena and had to be attached.
     Mr. Will Moreland-I am a deputy sheriff.
The defense objected and asked the application of the rule enforced in the instance of Eason's testimony. Objection overruled.
     Cross-examined-Lyne was summoned. He was reluctant about coming and said that he knew nothing about either man in the case. That he might know Titche if he could see him about his place of business. I have known Lyne about seven months. I went after him again yesterday with an attachment. The state called for one more witness. Mr. Watson, who was examined after dinner after which the testimony was closed.
     Mr. Rowley and Mr. Watson were put on the stand after dinner. Mr. Watson knew Titche for twenty-two years, having lived in Port Gibson, Miss., before coming here. The man Eishman, whose name has cut a figure in the testimony, had applied to Watson for a position before Titche's death and after the inquest, he and Cassadesseuz left the city for Baton Rouge, La. The state and defense both closed and Barry Miller made the opening speech. The case will reach the jury some time tomorrow.

     Mr. Will Carpenter was fatally injured late Saturday evening while in bathing in Gun Club lake with a crowd of young men. In making a plunge under the water, he struck the bottom with such force as to dislocate his neck, and became instantly paralyzed. He was rescued by his comrades and hurried to his home and medical aid summoned. The unfortunate young man died this morning. The Knights of Pythias will meet at 4 o'clock this evening at their hall in Oak Cliff and escort the remains to the H. & T. C. depot for shipment to Mexia, where interment will follow under the auspices of the Knights of Pythias of that city.

Special to the Times-Herald.
     RICHARDSON, TEX., July 15.- Mr. Holman, Sr., was found dead lying in the bed of White Rock Creek near this place. He had arrived at the age of eighty-four and was very feeble. He told some of his friends a few days prior to this that he was in the way of some one and wanted to know what punishment a man would receive for committing suicide. From this, he must have ended his own life.

     The grand jury adjourned until Monday after returning some bills, one being against Charles Grove, charging him with having murdered Bud Everts.
     Ben Fleming, a professional witness, who testified in the Elam killing trial, is in jail charged with perjury, and it is confidently expected that he will be indicted at this term of the grand jury.

     W. H. Lyne, father of Will Lyne, who was a witness in the Bouton murder case, called at our office this morning to say that Deputy Sheriffs Borlick and Moreland erred in making the statement that Will stated to them that he did not know either Boulton or Titche. It was he and not Will who made the statement. Will stated that he did not know Bouton, but did know Titche. Mr. Lyne ssates that he was present during the entire time that the deputies were at Will's house. This statement is made not for the purpose of casting any reflections on any, but to relieve his son from the awkward position in which the statement places him; Will having testified before the jury that he did know Titche.

     Mrs. C. O. Brewer has received the insurance due her from the death of her husband, who was insured for $2000.

     The F. P. Miller case was called this morning. Defendant's application for a continuance overruled; defendant excepts. Bassett, Seay and Muse and Kenneth Foree have been retained to assist prosecution. The selection of jurors from a special venire of one hundred men began at 2 o'clock this evening.

     Benjamin Franklin, aged thirty-four years, member of the Dallas Fire Department for the last three years, died last night at 8:45 of inflammation of the bowels. Mr. Franklin was the driver of the supply wagon, stationed at engine house No. 1. He was a native of Calhoun, Georgia. During his sickness, he has been under the care of the Firemen's Relief Association, who will have his body embalmed and shipped to his father at Plainville, Gordon county, Georgia, to-night. He leaves a wife and two children, who will accompany the remains.

     At midnight Saturday night, the jury in the case of George F. Bouton returned a verdict, after having been out five hours.
     They found George F. Bouton guilty of the murder of Aaron Titche, as charged in the indictment, and placed his punishment at imprisonment for life in the penitentiary. Bouton was crushed beneath the awful announcement and wilted like a leaf. He was taken to the jail by the deputies, where he will remain until transported to the penitentiary, as there is absolutely no hope for him, it is admitted on all sides. His lawyers will make a fight for a new trial, as a matter of course. The verdict gives genearl satisfaction to the public.
     On the first ballot, the jury stood ten for conviction and two doubtful. On the second ballot, it stood eleven for conviction and finally, the twelfth man was won over.

     Several deaths have occurred in West Dallas of late, and in once case, Dr. M. A. Bingley is satisfied that diphtheria was the cause of death.

     The selection of a jury in the Miller case was continued this morning.
     It was 10 minutes after 10 o'clock yesterday before the prisoner was brought into court. He looked rather haggard and watched the proceedings with great interest, closely scanning the face of each juryman selected.
     On opening court, Judge Tucker said that the case of the State vs. Meader would be continued by the court, this case having been set for one day last month and then reset for to-day; that the case now on trial would probably consume the remainder of the week and he desired to turn the courtroom over to the workmen next week.

     Fifty new talesmen were summoned yesterday afternoon in the case of the State vs. F. D. Miller, now on trial the Forty-fourth judicial district court for the killing of Policeman Brewer, and out of these two jurymen were obtained when court adjourned, making eight in all.
     A special panel of thirty was ordered for this morning. All of the talesmen who have been called thus far have been among the best citizens of the county.
     The court room was well filled this morning, but the case thus far has not excited the attention and interest which might have been expected from the excitement surrounding the arrest of and subsequent attempts to lynch the prisoner.
     Court opened at 9:45, and the names of the talesmen summoned for this morning were called. All but two responded, and they were fined $50 each. They were L. P. Savage and T. P. Roberts.
     The talesmen were qualified and the selection of a jury was continued. Two of them were excused, making the number to draw from twenty-six.
     T. B. Brown, the first man chosen this morning and the ninth juryman in all, was sworn and took his seat in the box, after exhaustive questioning on both sides.
     The tenth juryman was Pete Wright, who seemed to be ignorant of anything concerning the killing of Brewer, or the subsequent proceedings of the mob.
     The court here ordered the clerk to issue an attachment instanter for Messrs. Savage and Roberts.
     The eleventh juror was W. B. McMasters.
     Mr. L. P. Savage, for whom an attachment had been issued, came into court and was placed on the "heel of the list" for not showing up sooner.
     Sam T. Morgan, of Oak Cliff, who was examined for the twelfth juror, was about to be challenged by the defense, when the state claimed defendants had exhausted their privilege. A tally was taken and it was ascertained that the defense had made twenty challenges, their limit. Judge Muse, of counsel for defense, said he desired to challenge Mr. Jackson for cause. It was not allowed and Mr. Jackson was accepted and sworn.

     Following are the names and occupations of the jurors who are to decide the fate of F. D. Miller:
     George S. Leachman, laundryman; R. L. High, capitalist; L. W. Dunn, French Market; T. B. Brown, groceryman; G. G. Clough, stenographer; Peter Wright, farmer and teamster; J. F. McGaughey, farmer; J. T. Trezevant, insurance agent; H. G. Schaeffer, furniture dealer; W. W. McMaster, collector; F. M. Bramlett, architect; S. G. Morgan, flour miller.
     It is an intelligent body of men and they are all good citizens and men of standing in the city and county.
     County Attorney Williams then read the formal arraignment to Miller, whno pleaded not guilty. Mr. Barry Miller read the indictment to the jury and the witnesses were called forward and sworn.
     The defense asked that the witnesses be put under the rule and the court so ordered.
     The prisoner was taken back to jail and court took a recess until 2 o'clock this afternoon.
     The first witness for the state will probably be Ex-Policeman Tom Early, who will prove the killing.

     At the afternoon session of the court, Ex-Policeman Tom Early, who was with Policeman Riddle when the latter was killed, was put on the stand by the state and testified, in part, as follows: Was until recently an officer on the Dallas police force. He was a policeman on the 17th day of June. Was acquainted with W. H. Riddle. Never saw Miller till Monday morning last, to know him. He had occasion to arrest Miller. Saw his face when he went to arrest him, but didn't know him. (Witness identified the prisoner as the man he saw on the 17th of June). He started to arrest him on the evening of the 16th of June, in company with Riddle. Had heard of his carrying a pistol. B. L. Wilson, night watchman at the street car stables, had told him. They went to Conarty's saloon first, then looked over to Miller's shop and saw that everything was dark. Concluded to wait till morning, so they could see in the daylight. Told Riddle they had better have a pistol, as Miller was a dangerous man. They went back next morning when the force went on duty. They stopped at the barber shop and wanted to get witnesses. (Defense raised an objection which the court overruled). Arrested Miller on information and wanted to get more information. Went into the barber shop and asked for a negro who was out. Then went to George Miller, the saloon keeper. Riddle went in and talked. Didn't know what passed between them. When Riddle came out he said: "All right, Tom, let's go together." He told me to get my pistol. I got my pistol in one hand and a club in the other. We walked on close to the wall. I stopped in Miller's door and saw Miller sitting on a low chair near the door. All witness could see was the motion of defendant's right hand in his (witness') face. When he saw this, he pulled his pistol. Saw a flash and then fell. Supposed that he was knocked down by the concussion. Was nearly blind while falling. After he fell, heard two more shots. He fell on his hands and knees and his hat fell off. Looked around and saw Riddle lying on his back. Saw the blood on his eye. When witness started to get up, he heard several reports of a pistol and saw Miller shooting at him. Witness shot twice, but didn't know when. Not a word was spoken before the first shot. Thinks Riddle had a club in his hand when the first shot was fired. Riddle and witness were in reaching distance at the time. Had not seen defendant that morning. Miller held the people off from the house.
     The prisoner was still on the stand when the TIMES-HERALD went to press.

     A reporter for the TIMES-HERALD, who went to school with Bouton, sentenced to the penitentiary for the killing of Titche, in Mobile [a] year ago, received a note from the prisoner yesterday afternoon, and he called at the jail this morning.
     Bouton says he is a member of the Bouton-Boughton branch of the family, and that he is the only one of the family arrested in 100 years. The last one brought to the bar of justice was "Big Thunder," who lived in New York state about a century ago.
     Bouton's stepfather is a butcher named Rheinhardt, who is very well-to-do. His mother is living and he has three young brothers.
He had no statement to make other than that he had asked Titche's people to make a thorough investigation of the killing.

     Mike Mokely, a carpenter, dropped dead on Main street last night. Heart disease. He was 62 years old and unmarried.

     John Brashear was found dead, seated on a hay rake on the farm of W. P. Martin, one mile north of the fair grounds last evening. Dr. Ewing was summoned and stated, that in his opinion, a sunstroke had caused the death of Brashear.
     Mr. Martin called on Ed Smith, the undertaker, and to-day, the remains were interred in Trinity cemetery.
     Deceased was a brave old veteran of the Confederacy and fought gallantly in a Tennessee regiment during the war. Speaking of him, Mr. Martin said to a TIMES-HERALD reporter to-day: "He was a man of good birth and breeding and unused to laborious work. He came to Dallas with his wife and two small children four months ago. He could find no regular employment and walked the streets for days hunting work. Finally, he came out to our place. We saw that he was not strong enough to work in the field, and told him so. A few days later, he came again. He said that he had been reduced to the sad extremity of selling his bed clothing for food for his family and just had fifteen cents on earth. We told him to come out, we sympathized with the unfortunate gentleman. We sent the wagon in and brought Brashear and his family out to the place. Monday, he worked handling oats. My brother told him that he was not strong enough for the work and told him to quit and stay out of the sun. Wednesday, he went out to rake hay. He came in at noon and ate dinner. He was the only one in the field. He did not return in the evening. It grew late and we went to the field in quest of him. He sat in his seat on the rake, stark and stiff. A broken heart evidently caused his death, in my opinion."
     Mrs. Brashear and her two babies are in destitute circumstances, alone and almost friendless. She desires to return to her old home in Tennessee. Here is a worthy object of aid. Will the old soldiers of the Confederacy and the charitable who were not soldiers, come to the relief of the widow and fatherless orphans of a fallen brother and furnish them with transportation to home and friends in another state?

     Ex-Policeman, Thos. J. Early, who was the state's first witness, was cross-examined by the defense yesterday afternoon in the Miller case, now on trial in the forty-fourth judicial court.
     He stated that he was scared when the shots were fired. After he arose from the ground, he went on an angle around the corner but did not go out of sight of the street. He went around and intended to borrow a shot-gun after he had left the fence on which he had rested his pistol. Thought Miller shot at him while witness was sitting down. Firing was done quickly and could not say his eye was on defendant all the time. His pistol was lost or misplaced. Never denied to anyone that he had fired any shot.

     Witness saw the shooting and was standing about fifty feet behind Riddle when he was shot. About ten minutes before deceased was shot, saw him in front of his saloon. He called the policeman's attention to the fact that Miller was looking for Riddle on the preceding evening and had a pistol and was threatening to kill them. First shot was fired from inside of shop. Tom Early stumbled back and fell.

     Is twelve years old, going on thirteen. Had no father or mother. Had known Mark Miller a long time. Heard of the killing of Riddle. Evening before it happened, was at his shop. Heard defendant say he was going to kill that gray-headed Riddle or any other s--n of a b---h that stopped him. Miller was talking to a young man with sandy mustache. The young man told defendant that Riddle said he wanted to get his hands on him. He did not speak of other officers. Defendant had also said he wanted that gray-haired Riddle or any other policeman to step in his gallery.

     Is a wood dealer, at 203 Main street. Knew defendant and also Riddle, the latter, slightly. Was present when Riddle was killed. Was not in the house, but 25 or 51 feet away, in front of George Miller's saloon, in company with George Miller. Had heard defendant talking of policeman the evening before. Said he would kill them first and then himself, witness said. Defendant said before the killing, when asked about his actions, that he was not sound, but they had bothered him so much that he was crazy. Riddle and Early went into George Miller's saloon and George Miller told them what defendant had said the evening before. Riddle said that was all he wanted to know. They had better take pistols as they might get hurt.

     Am a night-watchman for street car company on East Main street, didn't know defendant, but knew Riddle. Saw the man who is said to have killed him that evening. Heard him [in] a conversation the eveing before the killing. He was talking loud and came in with pistol in his hand, and said that he would kill the first officer that passed his door. They had been crowding around his place and bothering him and he wasn't goint to stand it any longer; he was not drunk, nor crazy, but meant just what he said.
     When court opened this morning, those witnesses who had not been sworn, were qualified and retired to the ante-room.
     The first witness called was

     Had been practicing medicine twenty-one years. Result of the wound was death. Two wounds; one through left arm and the other through left eye. Left arm was elevated over his head when shot. One ball just above the left eye, lodging in the back of the head. Shot in the head killed him. Came near fracturing the skull. Was in dying condition when I passed. Was driving by in a buggy. There was a man in the house who saw the shooting. Didn't hear the shots. Don't know the date. Think it was in the month of June.
     Cross-examined.-Ball in arm passed beneath bone; didn't fracture out three or four inches below the elbow; the other ball entered just above the left eye, below the brow. The course was straight back. The person who shot was facing the injured man. Couldn't say there was more than one shot. If two, the man must have been shot in the back. The fracture in the skull was serious. The ball was next taken out. Was with him when he died and saw no pistol about. Was lying on the sidewalk face up, on his back. Heard nothing of his being moved. Didn't know of the width of the sidewalk. It was a sort of platform. He was lying on the platform across the street from the saloon keeper's shop, immediately in front of the shop. The street was probably twenty-five or thirty feet wide.

     Is foreman of Main street car stables. Knew Riddle. Also knew Miller. Never saw the difficulty. I was there immediately after. Went in the house and was talking to Miller. They were pouring a liquid down Riddle, and Miller said: "They can pour it down him, but I'll get another s--n of a b---h before they get me." No other statement was made at that time. A colored woman was in there. Had seen her in Miller's, but not after. Didn't know what she was doing there. Was in the room with him and Miller. That was all. Never saw any bed[?] body[?] inside in particular. A big crowd gathered about.
     Cross-examined.- Riddle had not been carried across the street. Heard the shots. Got there 10 or 15 minutes after shots, before he went in the house. Was the second person in the house. Fred Lanier was the first. He was in there when I got there. He called me out when I went in and I went out. The exact language of Miller was, after Riddle was taken across the street: "They can pour it down him, the s--- of b------, I've got him. He's gone and I'll get another before they get me." Was still holding the pistol. Showed it to witness. Never saw chair at shop where Miller worked. Examined the wall and found no balls, but a bullet hole. Two or three handles of tools were split. Couldn't say how many there were, certainly two. [Tools shown.] Tools were two and a half, or three feet from the floor. Were to the left of the door, fronting on Elm street, on west side of room, north end. The wall was just opposite the street. The work box was to the right of the wall and east of the tools. Couldn't tell if box was marked, or not. It was northwest from the door. Couldn't tell what direction the balls were fired from. Never noticed if the balls which injured the tools entered the walls. The box was directly in front of the door, two and a half, or three feet from it. The room was very small, 8 x 10 or 10 x 10 feet. Was only familiar with the front of Miller's shop. [Witness was shown diagram of neighborhood.] Aperson standing at the saloon, or barber shop, if on the sidewalk. Didn't know if grocery store down the street was vacant. Had known of Miller two years. Had done work in his shop. Always seemed to be in his shop and at work when he saw him.
     Dr. J. L. Adams, Tom Wilson, H. C. Lamar, George Garrison and Ed Cornwell testified. Their evidence, in the main, was a repetition of the story of the killing of Officer Riddle and the capture of the prisoner as given in detail by the TIMES-HERALD at the time of the tragedy. The case will not reach the jury before Friday.

     In a dilapidated house on the corner of Hall street and McKinney avenue, reside a family whose wretched condition is such that calls for speedy relief. The family originally consisted of an invalid father, who has been unable to labor for some time, a mother and eight children, the oldest, a girl about 15 years of age. A few nights ago, one of the younger children died, and so poverty-stricken were the parents, that they had not sufficient raiment to put on their little darling's body nor the means to give her Christian burial. The kind-hearted neighbors defrayed all burial expenses, and had the body interred in Trinity cemetery; but the living are still in needy circumstances and should be cared for.

     The scorching arraignment of perjurers by the grand jury, in its report yesterday, created a sensation. The TIMES-HERALD can say that as originally written, the report was indeed a scorcher, but several of the grand jurors were of the opinion that it would be better to go slow and catch flies with honey instead of vinegar. The grand jury devoted considerable time to this branch of the criminal business. As a result, Ben Fleming, a negro, is behind the bars, charged with perjury in the Elam murder case. Ben is a black rascal, whom it is alleged, swore wildly and falsely without the slightest provocation. Last night, another arrest was made on the same charge on an indictment returned by the grand jury. J. W. Owens, father of the Owens boys, who killed J. K. Elam, and who was indicted as an accessory to the killing, was placed under arrest. His bond was fixed at $1000, which he furnished and was released. It is alleged that Owens swore falsely in this own trial and at the trial of his son. Ben Fleming also swore falsely, according to the developments made in the grand jury room. The jurors are the sole judges of the credibility of witnesses. It was in this case that the jury, smarting under the censure of the public, denounced Judge Burke, Col. D. A. Williams, Sheriff Lewis and newspaper reporters. Other interesting developments are expected.

Southern Afternoon Press.
     RICHARDSON, TEX., July 23.-Last night about 10 o'clock, Mr. J. B. Beavers came home after being out hunting thresher hands, and found Tommie, his little twelve-year-old boy suspended by a bailing wire from the barn loft. The little fellow crawled up the wall and adjusted the wire, and then dropped. He was hanging against the wall up which he climbed. Little Tommie was well known as little Tommie Beavers, and was one of the brightest boys of his age in the country, one would not think him to be over eight or nine years old, as he was so small; he weighed about sixty pounds. Last year, he picked as much as 300 pounds of cotton per day. He could do any kind of work on the farm that any one could do except heavy work. Every who knew him is shocked at the manner of his death.

     R. T. Hart, a peddler of plated silverware, was found dead in his room at the Germania Hotel, just east of the Central railroad crossing on Main street, last night. His wife and a female companion, Dora Latham, found him dead in his room. The police, a physician and the coroner were summoned, and the remains were placed in charge of P. W. Linskie.
     The face of the dead man was bloody and a dark red spot discolored the pillow. There were bruises on his body and lower limbs and also indications of poisoning. The physician said it might have been excessive heat, whisky or morphine, or a combination of the three.

     Hart was a comparative stranger in the city, and the police, regarding circumstances which surrounded his death as being very suspicious, began the work of thoroughly investigating the case. A TIMES-HERALD reporter, late last evening, visited the Germania hotel. All the information that he could obtain was that the man was dead; that he was a commercial traveler and that his wife had disappeared shortly after the undertaker had taken charge of the remains. The reporter also visited the undertaker's where the embalmer was engaged. He stated that Hart was a member of the Knights of Pythias and Odd Fellows, and also that the physicians stated that Hart's death was caused by sunstroke.

     Late last night, the police were informed that Mrs. Hart and a woman named Dora Latham were seen together at Billy Trammell's saloon yesterday and that they were together last night. This morning, they were arrested in a room at a lodging house on Elm street near Hawkins, and taken to the central station, where they were assigned to separate cells. A representative of the TIMES-HERALD called and requested a brief interview with Mrs. Hart. She is a woman of forty, a brunette with gray eyes, and in her youth must have been a handsome woman. She is very intelligent and did not appear to be greatly perturbed by her rather unpleasant surroundings.

     "My husband was 53 years old. We were married at San Francisco two years ago and have always lived happily together. My husband sold silverware. We came to Dallas three weeks ago from Waxahachie. This was our second trip. We were here a year ago. Yesterday, my husband and myself were down town together. He was drinking. The day before, he said the sun had affected him. He went home in the afternoon at 3 o'clock. Mr. Hart laid down on the bed and came down town again. At 6 or 7 o'clock, I returned with a friend, Mrs. Latham, and found him dead in the bed. He had disrobed and there was blood on the side of his face. My people live in Indianapolis, and he was my second husband. Mr. Hart also had been married before. He has two daughters living by his first wife. A married one in Chicago, and an unmarried one at Richmond, Ind. We had no trouble, did not want for anything, and my husband was not addicted to the use of morphine or opium. I notified his lodge, the Knights of Pythias, and wish to ship his remains to Indianapolis. I could not stay in the room in which he died and took lodgings elsewhere."

     Mrs. C. D. Latham, or Dora, as she calls herself, is a blonde of 22, and has resided in Dallas since last November. Her husband, she says, is a street car driver. The couple came from Columbus, Ga., two years ago, and the family of Mrs. Latham reside in Fort Worth. She said:
     "I had a slight acquaintance with Mrs. Hart, having first met her in a street car. At 1:30 or 2 o'clock yesterday afternoon, I met her at Billy Trammell's saloon. She introduced her husband and we had several beers. He had been drinking heavily. We parted, after making an engagement to go to Oak Cliff yesterday evening. Late in the afternoon, I met Mrs. Hart again and she invited me to her room at the Germania House, saying she would awaken her husband and all go to Oak Cliff. We arrived at the room. She opened the door and I saw that he was in bed, as I thought, asleep, and I declined to enter. Mrs. Hart stepped in and attempted to arouse him. She called to me to come within. I did so. The man was dead. I ran for a doctor and found one, but it was too late. Later in the evening, Mrs. Hart and myself proceeded to my room on Elm street. My landlady had rented the room in my absence for some cause unknown to me. We hunted another room, at a boarding house, near Hawkins on Elm, and were there arrested this morning. I have only a slight acquaintance with Mrs. Hart, and never met her husband until yesterday."

     After a rigorous cross-questioning by the detectives, Mrs. Hart was released at 11 o'clock, and an order was also made for the discharge of Mrs. Latham.

     Mrs. F. L. Bovey died on Saturday at her residence, 350 North Pearl street, in her 46th year.

     The jury in the case of F. P. Miller, charged with the murder of Policeman Riddle, brought in a verdict at a few minutes before five o'clock Saturday afternoon, after being out about an hour. they found the defendant guilty of murder in the first degree and assessed his punishment at death.
     Miller, who sat alone and conspicuous in the middle of the court room, eyed the jury eagerly as they solemnly marched in and leaned forward in his chair to hear his fate. He received the verdict with apparent solemness and merely took a drink of water from a glass on the table before him.

     All members of Camp Sterling Price and other Confederate veterans, are requested to attend the funeral of Comrade F. Waltman, from the Elk's hall on Main street at 5 p. m., (Tuesday) July 26, 1892. B. H. KETNER,
                    Acting Adjustant, Camp Sterling Price.

     Major F. Waltman died at Schulenburg last evening. The remains were shipped to this city for interment. Major Waltman was one of the most widely known and popular traveling men in Texas. He was a veteran of the last war and his only living relative is a sister at LaGrange, Mo. He was charitable, brave and generous and did more than any one man in Texas to secure the home for disabled Confederate veterans at Austin. The members of Camp Sterling Price, the local lodge of Elks and other societies, are in mourning to-day for a man who was esteemed by all who knew him in his life time. The funeral will take place this afternoon, conducted by Rev. A. P. Smith at the Elks Hall at 6 o'clock. His many friends are invited.

     At a called meeting of the Dallas Implement and Vehicle Association the following preamble and resolution were read and adopted:
     Whereas, an Overruling Providence has by death removed from our midst- Major F. Waltman, whom we have known for years as a genial and honorable salesman in our line, and whom we sincerely respect for his many admirable qualities; therefore, it
     Resolved, that we as an association tender the bereaved relatives of our friend our sincerest sympathy.
                  C. A. KEATING, A. B. TABER,
                      Secretary.            President.
Dallas, Tex., July 27, 1892.

     Mr. Walton, an old Confederate soldier, died at 588 Ross avenue to-day. He was a lawyer and practiced for a number of years at Nashville, Tenn. The old veterans should take charge of the remains, as the family are poor and have very few friends in Dallas.

     Eugene McCarter died at this home on Harwood street last night.
     Mr. R. W. Kittrell died at 125 Bryan street yesterday. The remains were shipped to Decatur for interment.

     Mrs. M. McCarty, the aged mother of Mr. Eugene McCarty, who died on Harwood last Wednesday, desires to thank the people of Dallas who so kindly contributed to the burial expense of her son.

     "Shot through the heart!"
     Such were the words that escaped from the lips of Officer Bob Cornwell as he examined the body of a man in "Dago John's" saloon on Austin street at 5 o'clock Saturday evening. The victim was a stalwart young man in the very bloom of life. An instant before, he was in high spirits and joking and carousing with other inmates of the place wherein he met a tragic death.
     The murderer was J. Frank Alstropp, who acted as bar-tender in the saloon. In his hand, he held a smoking revolver, and on his face, no token of remorse for his frightful deed was visible. To the undertaker's was sent the body of the murdered; to the central police station, the murderer. It was another dark spot on the red pages of Dallas' criminal history; another case that demands the most rigid investigation; another subject for the prosecutor; another slayer to be placed in the shadow of the gallows to atone for his crime. The facts in the case are as follows:
     Allen Walker was a railroad engineer, a member in good standing of the brotherhood. For the past three years, he had run between Taylor and Alvarado. He was born and bred in Johnson county, and was a man of excellent reputation, industrious and brave, and generous to a fault. His home was at Taylor, where a widowed wife and two orphaned children are plunged in deep mourning by his cowardly taking off. Two brothers are locomotive engineers on the same road. His father, mother, and sisters died at Alvarado and their dust now reposes in the silent city of eternal sleep near by the old homestead where the victim of Saturday night's tragedy first opened his eyes to the light of day.
     Saturday, he came to Dallas, and in the afternoon, he was at "Dago John's" place shaking dice for the drinks with the bartender, Frank Alstropp. There were other parties present, friends of the bar-tender. A row arose over the payment for drinks and, drawing a 41-calibre gun, Alstropp shot Walker through the heart. He died instantly, and when Officer Cornwell rushed in, Alstropp was standing over the body of the victim, revolver cocked, and evidently waiting for him to show signs of life. He was placed under arrest and taken to the police station. Later, he was taken to the county jail and assigned a cell in "Murderer's Row." Walker was unarmed when he was slain.
     On the floor, by the side of the body of the dead man, Officer Cornwell found his knife, a meal ticket and several other trinkets which had been taken from the pockets of the deceased. There are other dark circumstances surrounding the case, which are under investigation.
     Alstropp says that Walker came into his resort and shook dice for the drinks. He lost and paid for them. Another round was taken, and again, Walker lost. It is one of the customs of that neighborhood that the stranger always loses. A row came up over the payment of the drinks. Walker said he had no money and invited Alstropp to search him. Alstropp started to do so. Finally, Walker became abusive, threatened to kill Alstropp, putting his hand to his hip pocket as if to draw a gun; and then, the bar-tender shot the stranger to death. That is his version of the affair.
     At the police station, Alstropp gave $5 to the station-keeper, which, he said, belonged to the dead man. The police are making a searching investigation and are convinced that it was a cold-blooded and unprovoked murder. Alstropp came from Fort Worth to Dallas. He is an elderly man and has a wife and two children. Enforce the laws.
     The remains of Allen Walker, the engineer who was shot and killed by Bar-keeper Alstropp, at the "Big Six" saloon on last Saturday evening, were shipped to Alvarado at 7:30 o'clock this morning, over the Santa Fe.
     The remains were taken to Linskie's undertaking shop and Mr. Linskie received a telegram from Pope & Castello of Alvarado, asking that the body be sent to that place, and that a draft to cover expense be made on them. The wife of the deceased came down yesterday and accompanied her husband's remains to Alvarado.
Justice Braswell made an examination of the body yesterday morning and found that the ball which killed Walker entered the left breast, just above the nipple. The taking of testimony was deferred until this morning, when Lawyer Edwards, counsel for Alstropp, asked that the court merely inquire into the cause of the death of deceased, and leave the investigation for some other time, to which the court agreed. Several witnesses then testified briefly as to the manner of Walker's death.
     Undertaker Linskie said this morning that nothing but a memorandum book was found on Walker. Policeman Cornwell, who, with Policeman Minor, made an examination of deceased at the time of the killing, said that Walker's effects consisted of a dime, a knife and a watch, which were turned over to his friends.

     Mr. Wm. Bodoch received a letter yesterday informing him that on July 27th, near El Paso, his son, Gus, who had left home a month previous, had fallen under a moving train and that his head and one of his legs was severed from his body. The boy had a check on a Dallas bank in his pocket, and this had been sent to the bank, the officials of which, confirmed the sad story. Young Bodoch left this city for California with another boy and it was the latter who wrote the letter announcing the tragic end of the young man.

     Two weeks ago, John Brashear was found dead on the farm of W. P. Martin. He was an employe of Mr. Martin, who kindly gave him work when the unfortunate man and his family were on the verge of starvation. John Brashear left a widow and two little children in destitute circumstances. The TIMES-HERALD made an appeal to the old Confederates, and not in vain. The following letter is not only interesting, but pathetic, as well as self-explanatory:
     MURFREESBORO, Tenn., July 25, 1892.
W. P. Martin, Esq., Dallas, Tex.
     DEAR SIR:-In behalf of Col. Brashear, one of our oldest and best citizens, I want to return you his thanks and the thanks of us all for the interest you took in his son, John Brashear, who it seems died on your place. We all do thank you a thousand times for the kindness you showed him while living and especially the interest you took in him and his wife after his death, and especially do we thank the old confederate soldiers for the interest they manifested in John Brashear and his poor wife and children, and I want you to say to the old Rebs that they never took charge of or interest in a more gallant or brave soldier than John Brashear. He was one of, and belonged to, Gen. Forrest's escort and you know it took men or boys who never flinched or flickered to ride with the gallant Forrest. John Brashear was one of them, and was complimented more than a half-dozen times in public orders from his officers for gallantry on the field. He was the youngest soldier in Forrest's escort, being only 16 years old then; so that you can say to the old Confederate veterans that what they did was done for as gallant a soldier as ever rode with Forrest. Col. Jesse Brasher is one of our most prominent and worthy citizens, and one of the wealthiest men in this part of the state. John, his son, like many other young men that went through the war, contracted bad habits that tended to degrade rather than uplift them. He gave his father much trouble, but the old gentleman stood it all and begged John not to go away, and offered him a splendid farm, well stocked, and all that, but John felt that he wanted to get away from his old associates, thinking he could get rid of his bad habits sooner, and this is the result. You can say to all those who interested themselves in behalf of the widow and her little ones, that they are now in good hands and will be well taken care of. John was buried yesterday. There was an immense concourse of people there. Old Col. Jesse Brashear don't believe much in preachers. He says they do more mischief than good, and he would not have any services only asking me to make a short talk to the people, reading your telegrams and such other information as we had received from Dallas. But, when I got on his confederate record, I saw so many old soldiers standing around me shedding tears, I broke completely down and had to give it up. So, say to your folks and people that they entertained and took care of no common tramp, but a brave and gallant confederate soldier, one that followed the great Forrest and one of gentle birth, but by misfortune, a seeming outcast. My wife is a cousin of John Brashear; his father, Col. Jesse Brashear is the only uncle she has living. Wright Brashear, who moved to Houston, Tex., in 1838, and died there many years ago, leaving a large family. John Brashear, a son, who has been since the war, county judge of Harris county, was a cousin of our John, who died in Dallas. He has another cousin who is clerk of the district court at Houston, Texas, Henry Brashear. Col. Jones, of Houston, a prominent lawyer there, married his cousin, Sallie Brashear; and Charley Milller, a prominent real estate man at Houston, married a cousin of his, Annexa Brashear. She was born when Texas was annexed to the United States, hence her name. I give you these facts only to show you that John Brashear belonged to one of the best families in Tennessee and Texas. I was, myself, born at Nacogdoches, Texas, in 1837, and I mustered into the Confederate service nearly all the Texas soldiers in 1861 and 1862. Perhaps some of you old soldiers will remember me; I mustered in soldiers at San Antonio, Harrisburg, Houston, Galveston, Hempstead and many other places, and finally, was made the first adjutant of the Texas Rangers and fought all through this part of the country, and John Brashear's company was with me right most of the time. Respectfully,
J. W. SPARKS.

     At a special meeting of Post E. of the T. P. A., a committee consisting of F. M. Davis, J. W. Young, Geo. Killian, Jno. A. Kennedy and J. E. Jackson was appointed to draft resolutions upon the death of President F. Waltman. the following resolutions were adopted by the meeting:
     Whereas, our Creator, in his infinite wisdom, has seen fit to remove from our midst, our worthy President, F. Waltman, and we feel that in his death, we have sustained an irreparable loss, not only as an officer of this Post, but as an active and most worthy member of the Travelers' Protective Assocation of America. Therefore, be it
     Resolved, that the thanks of this post be tendered to those citizens of Schulenburg, Texas, who administered to the wants of our deceased brother in his last illness. Especially do we extend our thanks to V. W. Jones of Post G.[?] of Houston, whose presence and unceasing care alleviated the suffering and soothed the last moments of our beloved dead. Also, that our thanks be extended to Camp Sterling Price of the United Ex-Confederate Veterans' Association and to the Benevolent and Protective Order of Elks for the tributes of respect paid to our departed brother. And, that a copy of these resolutions be printed in the Dallas TIMES-HERALD.

     The following probate orders have been entered:
     Estate of E. T. Young, deceased, application for sale of real estate granted and sale ordered for cash at private sale, and administrator will make the report of his action to this court.
     Estate of T. P. Sanderson, deceased; bond of C. B. Gillespie, administrator, for $20,000, with T. O. Lemmon, F. N. Oliver, J. D. Cullum and W. H. Cullum as sureties, approved.

     Lem Lewis, a newsboy, has been missing since Tuesday night. Yesterday, he was found lying on the banks of the Trinity, delirious and his face nearly blistered off by the burning rays of the sun. He was removed to his home and is dying with brain fever. While out of his head, he had wandered to the place where he was found. Lewis, who is the Oak Cliff carrier for the TIMES-HERALD, is an industrious lad. Oak Cliff subscribers missed their papers Wednesday evening on account of the little fellow's condition.

     The following cases were disposed of at this morning's sitting of Judge Bowers' court:
     J. Baer is appointed permanent administrator of the estate of A. Fitche/[Titche] upon giving bond in the sum of $6250. W. A. Connor, H. O. Wolf and Seymour Meyer are appointed appraisers.

     Frank Alstropp, the bartender, who murdered Allen Walker at the Big Six saloon a few days since, over a row which had its origin in who should pay for a few cents worth of slops, is not pleased with jail life. He has retained Attorney Johnson of Fort Worth and Frank Irvine of this city to fight his case. Yesterday, he waived preliminary examination before Justice Braswell and applied to Judge Charles Fred Tucker for a writ of habeas corpus, his object being to have his bond fixed and to escape durance vile. the case will be decided in a day or two. Alstropp, it is said, considers it an outrage to keep a man behind stone walls and iron doors for a little thing like killing a railroad man. He didn't know it was one of the customs of the country.

     Mrs. H. C. Tennison died at Mineral Wells yesterday. The remains will be shipped to Dallas and the funeral service will take place to-morrow.

Southern Afternoon Press.
     WACO, Aug. 8.-Miss Rose Brinkley, a teacher in the Dallas city public schools, and here attending the Central Texas normal school as first assistant teacher, died yesterday afternoon at 4 o'clock at the home of Mrs. Willie D. House. The interment will take place to-day at Oakwood cemetery.

     A bloody cutting affray occurred on Commerce street, near Ervay street, about 11 o'clock last Saturday night. Mrs. Sadie Noel was the victim of the unprovoked and cowardly assault and the assailant was Bert Collins, her lover. Later in the night, Collins was found flourishing his dagger in the city by an officer. He was arrested and placed in a cell at the central station. Mrs. Noel walked to the residence of a Mrs. Bishop on Commerce street, a block east of the police station, where she was placed on a cot and a physician summoned. Dr. Sherman, the attending surgeon, examined the wounds, six in number, on the neck and breast. One, in the right breast, is very deep and dangerous, and the victim is constantly bleeding internally. Very little hope is entertained of saving her life. She is about 24 years old, and has been employed as a waiter at the National Hotel. Collins is a Missourian, 26 years old, and is a waiter. He, too, worked at the National. A TIMES-HERALD reporter was told that the woman, Collins and one or two others had been drinking beer in a saloon near the corner of Commerce and Akard, and that jealousy prompted the commission of the crime. If the woman dies, Collins will, without difficulty, secure a permanent job at Rusk or Huntsville.

     The following probate order was entered: Last will and testament of Wm. Lack presented and proven. C. J. Green appointed administrator with bond fixed at $7000. Seymour Meyer, D. G. Oppenheim and W. E. Parry appointed appraisers.

     The funeral of the late Mrs. John R. Tennison took place to-day from the residence of her brother, Dr. McDermott.

     T. J. Eades, of Weatherford, died yesterday evening. His remains will be shipped to Dallas for interment, and his funeral will take place at 9 a. m. to-morrow from the residence of N. A. Yeargan, 255 Cedar Springs avenue.
     A. J. Rainwater, aged 44, of Norman, Oklahoma Territory, died at the residence of his brother on Wood street to-day.

     At Mineral Wells, Simon Hurst, in his 38th year. Funeral will take place in Dallas to-morrow, (Friday) at 10 a. m., from the residence of E. M. Kahn, corner Akard and Cadiz streets. Please omit flowers.

     Estate of J. B. Strong, deceased; Barry, Ellison & Etheridge have permission to withdraw papers of the estate temporarily for the purpose of proving the same.

     The funeral of the late Simon Hurst took place yesterday and was largely attended.
     Mr. W. P. Cowan died last night of typhoid malaria fever at her residence, 175 Porter street.

     One of the laws of the city that is regularly violated, according to Health Officer Armstrong, is the one that makes it necessary for every undertaker or other person who buries a body to first obtain a burial permit from the health officer. One of the instances in which a failure to comply with this ordinance, is in the case of the death of a foreigner, wherein a certificate of death is necessary to prove the heirs' right to property, that they might have in the old country.

     Henry Volkmeyer, a German who lived west of Cedar Hill, was found dead in his bed Saturday morning at his residence at that place. The coroner held an inquest and the verdict was that he came to his death from causes unknown. There were no marks of violence on the old man's person, but a partly emptied morphine box was found in his pocket. His son is in jail here and had expressed the determination to come to town Saturday and arrange his bond.

     Sterling Price camp met yesterday to pay the last tribute of respect to the memory of Col. J. P. Lynch, acting chief of artillery on the staff of Gen. Leonidas Polk, who died at his residence in North Dallas last Saturday. In the absence of Adjutant Thompson, Dr. J. C. Storey was elected adjutant pro tem.
     The camp was ordered to attend his funeral in a body, and the commander appointed the following members as pallbearers: Gen. W. L. Cabell, Dr. W. R. Wilson, D. L. Stewart, A. C. Adrey, J. J. Miller, W. F. Morton S. P. Mendez, to whom the name of the commander, Dr. S. D. Thruston, was added.
     On motion of Judge A. T. Watts, a committee of three was appointed on resolutions, to consist of Judge A. T. Watts, T. B. Trottman and Dr. W. R. Wilson. They will report at the next regular meeting of the camp.
     On motion of Gen. Cabell, the name of Col. J. P. Lynch was enrolled as a member of Sterling Price camp, to date from Aug. 11, 1892.

     Jack P. Sharpe, of this city, died at Marshall, his former home, last night at 7:30 of consumption. He was about 30 years of age and had resided in the metropolis for a number of years. Deceased was a member of the late firm of J. B. Cowan & Co., and at the time of his death, was chairman of the city executive committee of the Democratic party of Dallas.
     R. W. Havens, who received the first announcement of Mr. Sharpe's death, was unable to state where the remains will be interred--in Marshall or Dallas.
     A widow and one child survive him.

     Mrs. Elvira W. Carman died at 163 San Jacinto street Sunday morning. The remains were taken to Texarkana, where interment followed on the morning of the 23d.

     Clara, the little daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Jere O'Leary, died at 4 o'clock this morning. The funeral will take place from the family residence, 150 Cabell street, at 11 o'clock to-morrow. Interment will follow at Farmers Branch.

     Louise Leake Travis, infant daughter of Mr. and Mrs. F. Travis, 139 Holmes street, died yesterday.

     Saturday evening, Joe Hayes walked into the kitchen of the St. George Hotel and shot Deacon Peyton Hooker twice with a 45-calibre gun. There were no preliminaries about the event. Joe threw the gun down on the deacon, saying: "God d----n you, take that," and two leaden missiles found their way to vital parts in the body of the cook Joe walked leisurely out the back entrance to Commerce street, where his horse was in waiting, mounted the animal and rode away.
      Hooker was taken to his home, and died twenty minutes later. He was about 36 years old and had been chief cook at the St. George for ten or twelve years. He leaves a widow and several children. Hooker was a deacon of one of the colored churches and was well liked by his employers.
     As a matter of course, there is a woman at the bottom of the row. Joe Hayes has a wife, a comely mulatto, and it is alleged that the deacon laid his lustful eyes upon her with evil intent. Joe claimed that he intercepted notes written by Hooker to his wife that smacked of something more than platonic affection. He claimed that Hooker had destroyed his happiness and broken up his home. Friday last, he called at the St. George, and demanded that Hooker cease his attention to Mrs. Hayes. Hooker answered him in an insolent manner and Joe slapped his jaws. For this, he was fined $5 in the police court Friday. Saturday, Hooker had Hayes before a justice of the peace and he was fined again and later in the day he was placed under a peace bond. He closed the game Saturday night by killing the alleged destroyer of his home.
     Joe is a hotel runner and has many friends among the white people. He has always been a violent Democrat, holding that the white Democrats of the south were the only true friends the blacks had and that the latter "ought to have sense enough to know it." He was out with the rangers several years and, it is said, whenever a fight came on, although that was not his business, he went to the front and fought like a devil. He never was with Jesse James, as stated in the News this morning. Joe, it is believed, will come in and give himself up when the excitement dies out.

     Richard Hemkrod, a German motorman on the Swiss avenue line, took morphine last night and died early this morning, being attended by physicians during the night. Trouble with his wife, whom he left in New York, is said to be the cause of his death.

     All member of Dallas lodge No. 44? and Trinity lodge No. 100, are respectfully requested to meet at Adam Schaub Hall, Elm street, 9:30? o'clock, Sept. 9, 1892, to attend the funeral of Brother Richard Hemkrod. S. TOPPIN, N. G.
A. E. MANGOLD, Secretary.

     To all persons interested in the administration of the estate of A. Gubler, deceased: Theo Nussbaumer, administrator, has filed in the county court of Dallas county, final account showing the condition of said estate which will be heard at the next term of said court commencing on the fourth Monday in August, 1892, at the court house in the city of Dallas, at which time all person interested in said estate may appear and contest said account if they see proper.

     Elizabeth Edens vs. W. A. Adams; death of plaintiff suggested and cause continued to make new parties plaintiff.
     Elizabeth Edens vs. W. A. Mays; same suggested and order.

     Gov. and Mrs. Barnett Gibbs' baby died this morning; aged four months.

     The following probate order was made in the estate of Carrie B. Loeb, minor. E. M. Kahn, guardian, is authorized to compromise for $750 the claims of said minor, Carrie Loeb, in the insurance policies issued to Sigmund Loeb, deceased, by the order of Knights of Pythias.

     J. C. O'Neal vs. City of Dallas; death of plaintiff suggested and cause continued to make his legal representatives parties plaintiff.
     Estate of J. B. Story, deceased; inventory and appraisement examined and approved.

     All members of Dallas Lodge No. 197, I. O. B. B., are hereby notified to meet at our lodge room, over Temple Emanu-el, Friday at 9 a. m. sharp, for the purpose of attending the funeral of our deceased brother, N. Frankel, from his late residence, corner Griffin and Gibbs streets. Members of Xhavas Sholom lodge and visiting brethren are requested to attend.

     The suit of Anna Marshall et al vs. R. C. Storrie for damages in the sum of $28,000, alleged to have been sustained by the death of Charles Marshall while in the employ of defendant in the city of Dallas, is on trial this afternoon.

     D. E. Greer, administrator estate of A. G. Campbell, deceased, vs. George A. Alexander; debt.

     Will McNally, a shirt ironer at Leachman's, died yesterday, aged 22 years. The employes took up a collection and defrayed the expenses of the funeral, which took place yesterday afternoon.

Special to the Times-Herald.
     WHEATLAND, Sept. 23.- Ed Moss, one of the most prominent residents of this section, died here this morning at 6 o'clock. His death was due to heart failure, complicating an attack of malarial fever. He will be buried here to-morrow evening by Lancaster lodge I. O. O. F., of which he had long been a member.

     The following probate orders were made:
     Estate of George Farrar; annual account filed Jan. 25, 1892, examined and approved and ordered of record.

     At the compress Saturday evening, Jim Richardson, a colored man, while mounting a box car, accidentally discharged a revolver in his pocket. The ball tore through his entrails, inflicting a fatal wound. Richardson died at his home near Young and Williams streets yesterday, and was buried to-day.

     Mr. J. A. Duncan died Saturday evening at 8:30 o'clock at his residence, 504[?] Jackson street, aged 66 years. Mr. Duncan was an old citizen of Dallas, he having resided here twenty-three years. He was born in Elizabethtown, Ky., and belonged to an old and highly respected Kentucky family, his people have been associated with the early history of that state. He leaves a wife and three sons, Messrs. S. W. S. Duncan, Jack Duncan and M. Duncan, and three daughters, Mrs. J. A. Kenney, Miss Emma Duncan and Miss Mamie Duncan.

Southern Afternoon Press.
     FORT WORTH, Sept. 27.-Mrs. Hall, the mother of little Mamie Myers, who is alleged to have been the victim of an assault by a man named Burton, which cost Burton his life at the hands of George Myers, was in the city yesterday on her way to Washington D. C., on business. She said her little daughter, who was attending St. Mary's (Episcopal) College at Dallas, had been ill but a few days, and that she evidently died of heart disease. The funeral was conducted by Bishop Garrett, and the interment was in Trinity cemetery.

     Tom Scroggins, a hard character among the negroes for years, is sleeping by the roadside just outside the city limits now. Not long ago, he attempted to escape from the road gang and was shot and killed by the guards.
     Wesley Harrison, a colored man who resided on Williams street, retired early Monday night. Yesterday, he was found dead in bed.

     Miss _____ --- Miss ____ wife of __. __. _____, an employe of the National Exchange Bank, died this morning at __:15 o'clock, of consumption. The funeral will take place this afternoon at 4 o'clock at the residence of her brother, Mr. J. S. Sharp, on Lawrence and Central avenue, East Dallas. Mrs. Erwin was a lady highly esteemed by a large circle of friends, a devoted wife and mother and earnest christian and her death was typical of her life-_____ and happy. She left a little daughter aged one year.

     Otto Hertze, one of the best-known journeyman barbers in Dallas, died at the hospital to-day. The barbers of Dallas will bury their departed craftsman at 10 o'clock to-morrow morning. Hertze leaves no relatives.

     Prof. Malcolmson's residence at Oak Cliff caught fire at 1 o'clock this afternoon, up-stairs, and was in a big blaze before it was discovered. The fire was extinguished, hoever, by home people and neighbors before the arrival of the fire company. Mrs. Malcolmson was in bed upstairs at the time, and her bed was burning when she was awakened. Her hand and other parts of her body were seriously burned, and her hair nearly all destroyed. Drs. Gilbert and Dupree were called and didwhat they could to ease her pain. It is not known how the fire originated. Prof. Malcolmson was in the city schools teaching at the time.

     Scottish American Mortgage Company vs. G. W. Riley et al; death of T. P. Sanderson suggested and cause continued to make his representative parties defendant.

     The TIMES-HERALD, yesterday afternoon, chronciled a sad accident which occurred at Oak Cliff, the burning of the wife of Prof. Malcolmson, the well-known educator. Mrs. Malcolmson was a most estimable lady, of many rare attributes of heart and mind. Mrs. George Merriwether, of this city, and Messrs. Harry and E. O. Berne, are sister and brothers of the deceased lady. Prof. Malcolmson and their little son, Alfred, aged 11 years, who were in Dallas at the time of the accident, were summoned to the bedside of their loved one. Shortly after their arrival, she expired.

     The following cases were called up and disposed of to-day:

     B. J. Mealer vs. W. R. Griffin; Harry Lawther, Esq., suggests the death of defendant.

     Estate of Hugh Blakeney, deceased. Appraisers heretofore appointed having failed to report, J. P. Murphy, Thomas Scurry and W. E. Parry are appointed appraisers and the administratix is allowed twenty days time from date of order in which to qualify.
     Yesterday, Mr. W. N. Coe, administrator of the estate of O. S. Riggin, deceased, sold 50 x 150 feet on the northeast corner of Elm and Lamar streets to J. C. O'Connor, for $57,500 in cash. This is the largest cash transaction in real estate that has occurred in Dallas for some time.

     S. I. Vincent and wife to M. A. Burton, all property belonging to the estate of J. S. Burton, deceased, $10 and love and affection.

     Col. J. T. Cooper, brother of C. H. Cooper, died this afternoon at 1:45 o'clock, aged 60 years. The funeral will be announced in the morning paper.

     At 11:40 to-day, a telephone message was received at the city hall stating that a negro had been shot and killed near the corner of Swiss avenue and Goode street, and asking that a policeman be dispatched to the scene of the tragedy.
     Mounted Officers Wood Ramsey and Dick Beard rose out to the place and found the dead body of Edward, alias Alexander Browning, lying on the floor of one of the numerous cabins in that neighborhood. He had been shot to death.
     Frank Browning, a colored boy, 16 years of age, stepped forward and announced that he was the brother of the deceased, that he had killed him in self-defense, and that he was ready to go with the officers. He handed Officer Ramsey a pistol of inferior make and small calibre, with which the deed had been perpetrated.
     The murderer's version of the killing, briefly stated, is as follows: Alex, his brother, was a desperate character. Before coming to Dallas, he had murdered a German in Lee county and run off several horses, which he sold. He was a loafer and his wife, who is said to be a hard-working and industrious woman, washed for a living and also assisted in supporting her husband when his ill-gotten gains ran low. Alex was cruel to the woman and frequently he would beat her. This morning, he chastised her severely and threatened her, in fact, did cut her with a knife. He also threatened to kill his brother and advanced upon him in a threatening attitude. Believing his life in danger, the young negro drew his pistol and shot his brother dead in his tracks.
     The TIMES-HERALD representative was unable to obtain a statement from the wife of the murdered man. A justice of the peace inquested the remains and interment will take place to-morrow morning.
     The boy, who has the blood of a brother upon his hands, was turned over to a deputy sheriff and now occupies a cell in "Murderer's Row" in the county jail.

     Michael Hurley, a horse shoer, died at his home on Crockett street last night. Interment will take place from the church of the Sacred Heart at 10 o'clock to-morrow. Deceased was run down by a mule car several months ago and sustained injuries which caused his death.
     Fred Simon died last night at his home in this city, 685 Main street.
     Michael Hurley, aged 25 years, died of injuries caused by being run over by a street car, August 29th, at 1:45 a. m., today. The funeral will take place from the residence, 120 Crocket street, Saturday morning at 10 o'clock. Services at Bryan street Catholic church.

     Wiley Tipps, the negro who was struck on the head last Monday night, died yesterday. Information has been filed against W. D. Guthrie, a countryman, charing him with the murder of Tipps, allegeing that he struck him on the head with a singletree.

     Rudolph Caruth vs. H. C. Burlew et al; plaintiff suggests the death of B. Benson, defendant, and has leave to make his personal representatives defendant.
     Kaufman Bros. & Co. vs. J. B. Cowan et al; plaintiffs suggest the death of defendants, Cowan & Sharp, and has leave to make their personal representatives party defendant.

     Mr. Hugo Jacoby, the commercial traveler who died at Fort Worth yesterday, was well known in this city, where he resided several years.

     Died at the family residence in Oak Cliff, on Saturday, the 8th instant at 2:10 p. m., Florence Flynn, wife of Herbert Price.
     Like a rare English rose was this lovely woman, who, since she was transplanted from her fair English shores to her sunny American home, never ceased to bloom in nobel womanhood and shed the fragrance of her many charms over all who knew her.
     Mrs. Price was born in Princes Park, Liverpool, England, in 1865. Two years ago, Mr. Herbert Price, one of Dallas' leading young business men, won this fair, sweet English girl for his bride and brought her to the Italy of America, where, although a stranger to its customs, she was soon the admired and beloved of Dallas' best society. A devoted wife, a conscientous christian, a true friend and all that go to make up the flower of womanhood. None knew her but to love her; her sweet simiplicity, unaffected manner and bright intelligence were as rare souvenirs to her many friends of the land she had left. Although she has said her last farewell and departed into that mystic land from which no traveler ever returns, she will never cease to live in the memory of all who knew her.
     The funeral services took place this afternoon at 4 o'clock from Saint Mathews Cathedral. A special and very beautiful programme of music was rendered and many lovely floral offerings were laid as a last tribute on the elegant casket in which reposed all that was mortal of one so womanly and one so beloved. The remains, which were followed by a large concourse of sorrowing friends, will be temporarily interred in a vault in Trinity cemetery. Upon the arrival of Mr. Price's mother from England, they will be taken to that country by Mr. Price and placed in the family vault alongside of the deceased father.

     Mr. Hugo Jacoby was buried yesterday in the Jewish cemetery. He was over 60 years old.
     W. D. Guthrie, charged with killing Wylie Tipps, a negro, was released Saturday.
     Frank Browning, who shot and killed his brother, Alex, had a hearing Saturday afternoon. His bond was placed at $500.

     Israel and Tiola Wiley vs. Dallas Consolidated Traction Ry. Co.; death of Israel Wiley suggested and cause continued to make new parties plaintiff.

     B. F. Coffman vs. Michigan Fire and Marine Insurance Company; death of one of plaintiffs, R. S. Willis, suggested and cause continued to make new parties plaintiff.

     Bates Tomlinson, a farmer living four miles south of Garland, was fatally burned by the explosion of a kerosene lamp night before last. From his statement made before his death, it appears that one of his little boys was sick, and about midnight, he arose to give him some medicine. Upon lighting the lamp, it began to sputter and flare and he ran to the door to throw it outside when it exploded in his hand, scattering the burning oil all over him, burning him in such a manner that he died in 12 hours [later] in terrible agony. He leaves a wife and nine children.

     Thomas Duncan died in a saloon on Elm street yesterday, from congestion of the lungs. The deceased was a native of county Sligo, Ireland, was 45 years old, and had received a theological education at Maynooth College. He was highly cultured and a good book-keeper.

     Peter Brokman, aged about 50 years, a native of Belgium, died in South Dallas Monday. [New Orleans papers please copy.]

     Mr. Ike Panders, of Greenville, brother to Mr. Adolph Panders, of this city, died yesterday, and the body was shipped here to-day and interred in the Jewish cemetery. A large concourse of friends were at the depot to meet the remains, which were accompanied by friends from Greenville, and the funeral cortege was largely attended.

     Robert F. Aspley to Richard Morgan, Jeff Word and S. W. S. Duncan, quit claim deed to lot 2 of 23 1/2 acres set apart to Francis Daniels in the partition of the estate of Francis Daniels, $200.

     In re estate of E. Cravens vs. E. G. Bower, administrator; the application for widow's years allowance showing that it was made more than two years after probating will of deceased is refused; applicant excepts and gives notice of appeal; widow allowed $500 in lieu of exempted property.

     John Wright, a painter and paper hanger, dropped dead on Caroline street yesterday. He was 41 years old and his aged parents reside in the city.

     Mr. John S. Dickason, of Oak Lawn, this city, died last night at Hutchins, Texas, at the residence of John P. Gillespie, his son-in-law. Mr. Dickason had resided in Dallas county about eighteen years, and was 71 years of age. He lived more than four score and ten years in usefulness and honor, commanding the confidence and respect of all, and died triumphant in christian faith. His wife preceded him only a few months, and since that bereavement, his health failed rapidly, although he was confined to his bed only three weeks prior to his death.
     His daughter and son-in-law, Mrs. and Mr. W. E. Hawkins, and his sons, Drs. E. E. and H. F. Dickason, all of Dallas, were with their father when he passed away.
     Funeral services will be held at the Oak Lawn M. E. church south, of which the deceased was an official member, at 8:30 o'clock to-morrow morning; after which, his remains will be laid to rest in Trinity cemtery.

     Mrs. Amie Lathrop, wife of Judge A. S. Lathrop, died at the residence, corner of Tenth and Lake streets, Oak Cliff, Saturday morning. The remains were interred in Trinity cemetery yesterday evening at 4 o'clock.

     The return of glad sunshine has brought with it to many hearts, pangs of sorrow, and this day, glorious with memories of the past to thousands who wore the gray, and looked forward to a happy reunion, has been plunged into one of grief. One veteran sleeps the sleep of death, and another is an inmate of a felon's cell. A tragedy has been enacted that sent a thrill of horror over the state, and in times of peace, the headquarters of Camp Sterling Price is stained with the blood of one who was a gallant soldier, who fought beneath the banner of the illustrious Parsons and was greatly beloved by all his old comrades-in-arms. Better for his reputation had he died in the shock of battle than to have escaped the horrors of war and thirty years after to be shot down like a dog without warning and in the midst of his soldierly and gray-haired friends.

     At 9:30 this morning, on the general headquarters of Camp Sterling Price, third floor of the Gaston building, Captain W. G. Veal of Fort Worth was shot through the brain by Dr. R. H. Jones of this city. Captain Veal was seated at a table engaged in drafting a series of resolutions to be presented at a business meeting of the Ex-Confederates to-day. Death was instantaneous. The soldierly figure quivered, the hand dropped the pen, the head fell on the table and great streams of blood oozed from the brain and trickled down from the table to the floor. There was a great hole over the left eye where the leaden bullet had ploughed its way through "the palace of the soul[?]," and the scene of human carnage was awful to behold. Men who had marched through hells of shot and shell gathered around their fallen comrade, grief-stricken and many in tears. Gen. Cabell was almost prostrated over the terrible affair, and around him quietly receiving orders, were the officers of his command. There were no outward demonstration whatever. Those present had not recovered from the shock when the TIMES-HERALD representative arrived. A guard of honor composed of twenty-five members was detailed by Gen. Cabell to keep vigil over their remains. Undertaker Smith was summoned, and all that is mortal of Capt. W. G. Veal was prepared for the tomb. He died in his uniform, a Confederate gray, and in the embrace of death, his features were as calm as on the morn of many a grand review.

     J. N. Worthy was in one of the rooms writing at a desk when the shooting occurred. He was facing the open door leading to the quarters of Capt. Veal and saw all that transpired. He gave the following version to a TIMES-HERALD reporter:
     "I saw Dr. Jones enter the room and paid no attention to him as I was settling with Capt. Horton for some badges. I heard the sharp report of a pistol and looked up. With a smoking pistol in his hand, Dr. Jones was backing out of Capt. Veal's room. Several parties were surrounding him, endeavoring to get possession of his pistol. I said to him, "'My God! what have you done?' He answered, 'I have killed that s--n of a b----h. He * * * my wife and this is the first opportunity I ever had of seeing him.' He handed me his revolver and gave himself up, saying, 'Take me to the sheriff, as I wish to give myself into his custody.' We walked down stairs and proceeded to the corner of Lamar and Commerce, when I met the sheriff coming to the building. I handed him the pistol which had terminated the career of Capt. Veal, and Dr. Jones was taken to the jail.
     Capt. S. P. Mendez said: "I was engaged in writing at the table in an outer room and had answered a thousand questions and was rather snappish. Some one inquired, 'Is that Veal in the other room?' I answered rather gruffly, 'Yes, that is Veal.' I looked up and Dr. Jones walked into the room, and an instant later, I heard the report of a pistol. Gen. Bush was seated at the same table conversing with Capt. Veal, when the fatal shot was fired. It is a most deplorable affair and a poor reward for all the trouble, time and money expended in making the re-union one long to be remembered."

     The TIMES-HERALD representative hurried at-once to the jail and was admitted by Jailer Rhodes. In the lobby was seated the prisoner. He was not alone. Robert B. Seay was engaged in conversation with him in low, guarded tones. After the interview with the lawyer terminated, the reporter introduced himself and asked for an interview. Dr. Jones was as cool as Cossack under fire. Upon his left breast, he wore the badge of honor, showing that he was an ex-Confederate soldier and a member of Camp Sterling Price. He said:
     "I cannot discuss the cause which led to the killing of Veal. It concerns my wife and is too delicate a matter to be talked about or appear in print. I was justified in what I did. I killed him on account of my wife."
     He was pressed for a more detailed account of the causes which led to the trouble, but firmly refused to be interviewed further on that point. At the proper time, he said, all the facts in the case would come to the surface." Dr. Jones is a portly man of medium height and florid complexion. He will weigh 200 pounds or more, and his face is covered with a luxuriant crop of whiskers, tinged with gray. He was born in Huntsville, Ala., 56 years ago. He entered the confederate services as a private in 1861 and served in the brigade of Gen. Charles G. Loring, afterwards in the service of the Khedive of Egypt, and known as Loring Pasha. He was attached to the First Mississippi cavalry and afterwards became surgeon of the Twenty-seventh Alabama Infantry and served in that capacity until the surrender at Appomattox. Twenty-five years ago, he came to Texas and located at Brenham, Washington county, where he practiced his profession. Twenty years ago, he came to Dallas and nineteen years ago, wedded the Widow Bullington, whose maiden name was Miss Sarah N. Smith, the daughter of James N. Smith, an old and honored Dallas county pioneer. They reside at 320 Grand avenue, near the corner of Grand avenue and South Harwood. There are six children in the family, five, the fruits of the second marriage of Mrs. Jones with Dr. Jones, and one by her former husband. Dr. Jones never practiced to any great extent in this city. He has been engaged in the feed business for several years at 148 North Akard street.
     During the reporter's stay at the jail, several friends of the prisoner called and gave oral evidences of their friendship and proffers of assistance.

     On his bier, in the headquarters of Camp Sterling Price, lies the body of the dead, attired in the uniform he loved so well. The guard of honor this afternoon kept curiosity-seekers from the room of death. Only a few friends were present when a TIMES-HERALD representative called and was ushered in. The sad news had been wired his widow at Fort Worth, and arrangements were being made for the funeral. Captain Veal, years ago, purchased a lot in Trinity cemetery, and there he will sleep until resurrection morn. The funeral, it is understood, will take place tomorrow.
     Capt. George W. Veal was born at Knoxville, Tenn., 62 years ago. He came to Texas 45 years ago and first located in Hopkins county, where he engaged in the commercial business. He afterwards removed to Jefferson and from thence to Veal Station, Parker county. When the call to arms was sounded, W. G. Veal was in the early flesh of a vigorous manhood, devoted to the south and its cause. He responded and became a member of Gen. Parsons' famous brigade. He was one of the most daring soldiers that fought beneath the stars and bars, and distinguished himself on a hundred battlefields. He was captain of a gallant company and was wounded many times and the hero of many wild charges and hair-breadth escapes. He was detailed to do scout service and was known far and wide in army circles as the "Texas Bull," a title given him for his mad and impetuous charges and bull-dog tenacity as a fighter. He was commander of Parsons' old division when he met his death to-day, and the deep grief of his veterans can be better imagined than described.
     After the war closed, he located at Galveston, still retraining his residence at Veal's Station. He entered into partnership with Gen. George F. [Alford], and for many years, the firm of [Alford] & Veal did the largest cotton commission business in the south. During this time, he became right-of-way agent for the Houston & Texas Central railroad and located all the depots from Houston to Denison. From Veal Station, he moved to Waxahachie, thence to Sherman, and in 1874, to Hutchins, Dallas county, where he purchased a large plantation. He came to Dallas from Hutchins and resided in the metropolis for several years. Four years ago, he located at Fort Worth. He leaves a widow only, no children having been born to them.

     There are a thousand rumors flying about over the cause which led to the terrible murder to-day. Dr. Jones told several of his friends that Captain Veal wronged his wife nearly 23 years ago at Sherman, two years before he married her. She was then a widow with large property interests and Captain Veal acted as her agent in some business matters. According to the slayer, the wrong had been locked in the bosom of his wife for upwards of a quarter of a century, until a month ago, when she confessed to him, and he determined to wipe out the wrong with the life's blood of the alleged perpetrator. It is stated, also, that Sheriff Lewis recently received a letter from Capt. Veal. Enclosed was a letter from Jones to Veal, in which the former served notice on the captain that he would kill him if he dared to show his face in Dallas.
     There is another dark picture dragged from the gallery of memory by this affair. Twelve years ago, at Waxahachie, a lady connected with one of the leading families, accused the captain of offering her a gross insult. He was pastor of a church at that time and member of the Methodist conference. The affair created a great sensation at the time, and led to the accused being expelled from the Methodist church, and also having his name dropped from the roll of membership in the Masonic Brotherhood, the grand lodge taking action. His friends stood by him loyally and his follies and troubles were forgotten and swallowed up by the good in his life.
     It is a sad, sad story, and one that will be read with deep regret by all good citizens.

     Justice Braswell inquested the remains. The witnesses were Gen. Bush and Robert Walker. A verdict as returned in accordance with the facts.

HEADQUARTERS TRANS-MISSISSIPPI
DEPARTMENT, DALLAS, Oct. 25, 1892
It is ordered that twenty-five comrades from the several camps of this department be detailed as a guard of honor to care for and look after the remains of Comrade Brig. Gen. W. G. Veal and escort it to his home at Fort Worth, Texas.
                                             W. L. CABELL,
                                             Lieut. Gen. Com'd.
W. L. THOMPSON,
Adj't Gen.

     Alice Waller, a courtesan, committed suicide by poison Saturday night.

     At 4 o'clock a. m., the beloved wife of Dr. J. A. Ewing, corner of Swiss avenue and Washington avenue. Burial at 10 a. m., October 29.

     Lou Jackson, the negro woman who died at the hospital this morning, supposed to be the result of an overdose of morphine, is undergoing a post mortem examination this afternoon at Linskie's undertaker establishment, by order of Justice Lauderdale, who held an inquest over the remains this morning.

     The post mortem examination of the negro woman, Lou Jackson, said to have died under suspicious circumstances, revealed the fact that she died of morphine poison as originally reported.

     State vs. Jack Sharpe; death of defendant suggested and cause dismissed.

     Oka Hanson, a well known Swedish citizen, died yesterday morning. His funeral, which took place at 5 o'clock yesterday afternoon, was largely attended.

     Will of J. S. Wallace, deceased, presented and proved. Geo. E. Wallace is appointed executor of said will without bond, as in said will directed. W. A. Tinsley, S. Allen and R. F. Lyle appointed appraisers.

     The Woodmen of the World unveiled a monument over the grave of their deceased brother, J. T. Cooper, with all the imposing ceremony of the ritual of that order. Miss Ramsay, a little girl, recited an appropriate poem, and a quartette, composed of Mr. and Mrs. Robert Seay, Miss Constant and Mr. Frank Cosby, rendered a number of hymns in good voice. The whole affair was very impressive, and was finished by an eloquent address by Col. J. P. C. Whitehead.
     Henry Sippel, a young man 18 years of age, who came to this city from New Braunfels to attend a business college, while fooling with a 32-calibre pistol yesterday, accidentally shot himself from which he died in a few minutes. From the statement of his room mate, Mr. D. H. Morrow, it appears that Sippel was showing how he came near killing himself at one time while at the Bryan college, and accidentally lowering the pistol opposite his heart and touching the trigger, the ball was sent though his heart with the result above stated. The remains were shipped to New Braunfels by Mr. A. C. Spears.

     G. W. Cameron, a farmer miller, employed at Todd mills, died at Modesto, Cal., October 30, and was buried there. His family lives in Dallas, and he has two children who are, or have been, newsboys.

     Mr. T. O. Montgomery, recently of Corsicana, died yesterday at 175 Burnett street.

     Will Hunstable, died at 11:30 o'clock last evening, after an illness of only four days. Funeral will take place from his late residence on Preston road, North Dallas, to-morrow at 2 o'clock p. m.

     Mrs. J. M. McCoy died yesterday at her residence, 190 North Harwood street.

     George W. Nairn and Mace Williams, collar-makers employed by Tennison Bros., quarreled Saturday evening over some trifling matter. Finally, Williams struck Nairn with a small hammer twice. The latter wrenched the hammer from Williams and struck him on the head. The men separated and Williams proceeded to his boarding house on Pacific avenue. At 8 o'clock Saturday night, he was a dead man. Nairn was arrested by Officers Beard and Cornwell and lodged in jail. He is 21 years old, has lived in Dallas eight year or more, and his mother is a widow. He is a boyish and inoffensive looking chap and has always borne a good reputation.
     Morris, or Mace Williams, as he was known, came from Fort Smith, Ark., early in September. He was bout the age of the man who killed him and popular with his fellow-workmen.
     Justice Braswell inquested the remains and returned a verdict in accordance with the facts.

     Sid M. McCauley was stabbed to death at a dance at Mr. Vandervort's, near Grand Prairie, the night of the 14th, by Thomas J. Ross. The murderer escaped.

     Corinth street, in South Dallas, was the scene of a frightful and bloody tragedy at 1:30 this afternoon. John Shea was the victim and Walter Billups, the perpetrator of the awful crime. Shea was riddled first with a double-barreled shotgun, and to make sure that not a spark of life was left in him, the humane Billups dropped the shotgun and sent two 45-calibre balls into the body of the dead man. The leaden missiles went clean through the victim and buried themselves in the sidewalk.

     Deputy Constable Henry Jacoby was riding along at the time of the shooting, and when he ascertained that a murder had been committed, he arrested the perpetrator and proceeded with him to the county jail. A TIMES-HERALD representative called there and requested an interview. Billups emphatically refused to make a statement and no amount of argument or persuasion had any effect upon him. His mother and wife and a friend called and were shown in just as the reporter took his departure. Billups is 23 years old and a Texan by birth. He has resided in Dallas ten years. He is in the grocery business at 787 Corinth street, and also on Flora street. He is of slender build, about 5 feet 7 inches in height and has dark hair and eyes and wears a month's growth of stubby beard. He was as cool as an ice-berg at the jail and appeared to be wholly unconcerned. His friends say he is of a very amiable disposition.

     Deputy Constable Jacoby said: "I was riding along Corinth and heard the discharge of firearms. I drove up to Shea's butcher shop and saw a man lying at full length and a woman kneeling, weeping piteously. Shea's shop is near Billup's store. The man was the dead body of John Shea, the weeping woman was his wife. I asked her, "Who did this?" and she replied: "Billups killed my husband." I ran to his store. His shotgun was lying upon the counter and his pistols were also there. He stood at the end of the counter, conversing with his wife. He was as cool as a cucumber and was directing his clerks concerning business matters, etc. I took him down town and from a restaurant on Main street to the jail."

     Officer Bert Gannaway went out to the scene of the killing immediately on receipt of the news of the affair. On his return, he said to a TIMES-HERALD reporter:
     "I talked with the neighbors and those who witnessed the shooting. They told me the first thing that attracted their attention was the appearance of Billups with a shot-gun in his hands. Shea was seated on the steps of his building. Billups was standing on the side-walk not six feet away. The men appeared to be angry. Finally, Billups threw down his shotgun and discharged the contents of both barrels into Shea's body. He pitched forward and struck upon his head on the sidewalk. Then, Billups pulled a pistol out of his pocket and fired twice, both balls passing entirely through the body of Shea. No pistol was found on the body of the dead man. He was unarmed."

     John Shea was a man of 45 and had resided in Dallas many years. He was a plasterer by trade and was, for several years, engaged in contracting in this city. Until a few months ago, he was employed as foreman by the Consolidated Traction Railway Company. He resigned the job and embarked in the butcher business a few weeks ago. He leaves a widow and a large family of helpless orphans to mourn his tragic death. This morning, in the county court, Shea was found guilty of aggravated assault and battery and fined $7.50 and costs. Billups was the principal witness against him.

     The coroner inquested the remains and will take testimony in the case to-morrow. No arrangements have been made as yet for the funeral.

     Thomas J. Ross, who carved Sid McCollum nineteen times the other night at a dance near Grand Prairie has evidently eluded the officers and escaped from the country.
     Ross assisted to place the body of the man whom he killed in a wagon and escorted the remains to the home of a relative of deceased.

     The killing of John Shea by Walter Billups yesterday afternoon is denounced by those familiar with the facts in the case as one of the most cold-blooded and premeditated affairs that has ever taken place in Dallas county. Shea was on his own premises, seated on the door steps, and did not have even a pocket knife with which to defend himself, even if he had been given an opportunity. His friends denounced the killing as a cowardly assassination. Billups riddled him with buckshot in the presence of his wife and poor little children and then, in their presence, deliberately drew his revolver and sent bullet after bullet into the body of the dead. With a weeping widow and poor helpless little orphans crying and wringing their hands and praying for their protector to speak to them, Billups, after carefully ascertaining that he had butchered his man, coolly walked to his place of business, calmly kissed his own wife and told her "he would be back in the evening."
     Police Officer Alexander, who arrived on the ground shortly after the shooting, said: "It was a cold-blooded murder. Shea was unarmed, and when he was shot, he was sitting on the door steps with his head resting on his hand. His wife was holding his head in her hands when I arrived. She was nearly crazed, but not a tear stained her face. Shea's little boys, manly chaps, were crying piteously. The ground and side-walk were covered with blood. We placed the remains on a cot and removed them to the family residence. Shea was shot all to pieces."
    Alderman John J. Conroy, a warm friend of the deceased, said: "It was a most infamous murder. Shea never carried a weapon in his life. He was shot down in cold blood."
     John Voss, who has charge of Shea's meat market, made the following statement: "Shea and myself were sitting on the meat market steps talking. I got up and stepped into the market to look after some lamp chimneys, but before I had taken three steps across the room, I heard a shot outside the door, and then another. I whirled around and saw Shea lying on the sidewalk and Billups standing over him shooting him with a revolver. He fired twice with the revolver after he had discharged the shotgun. When he ceased firing, he turned and walked away without saying a word. On one was in sight when I stepped into the market. I do not think that either of the men spoke before the shooting; if they did, I did not hear them."
     J. S. Ferguson, a street car driver, said: "I did not see the shooting, but I was among the first to reach Shea after he was killed. He was lying on the sidewalk in front of his market. We took him up, carried him into the market and examined him. He was the worst shot man I ever saw. I examined him closely, but found no weapons of any kind on him."
     Officer Riddle, who arrived at the scene soon after the shooting, said: "Shea was shot full of holes. His breast was almost like a sieve and bullets had struck him in the neck and face. The pistol used was a 41-caliber Colt's double action six-shooter, and the bullets went clean through him. I picked one of them up off the sidewalk."
     The driver of an express wagon, who was an eye-witness to the killing, said: "It was bloody and cowardly. Shea was given no opportunity. He was shot down like a dog, and shot to pieces even after he was dead. It was a terrible sight, with Shea's wife and little children endeavoring to coax him back to life, and Billups unconcernedly discussing business with his clerks, after the butchery."
     Mrs. Shea made the following statement: "Sometime ago, one of our little boys went into Mr. Billups' store and was followed by his dog, which he thought a great deal of. One of the clerks kicked the dog, at which the little boy began to cry and the clerk called him a hard name. He came home and told what the clerk had said to him. Mr. Shea was angered and slapped the clerk's jaws. This made Mr. Billups angry and he had Mr. Shea prosecuted. They have not been on good terms since Mr. Billups' clerk treated our little boy as I have stated. Mr. Shea was a good husband and would not have hurt any one."

     John Shea, November 17, 1892. Husband of Miss Mary Sturack of St. Louis. Aged 39 years. Funeral will take place to-morrow morning at 10 o'clock from St. Patrick's Church. All friends invited to attend. St. Louis, Galveston and New Orleans papers please copy.
Deceased was a member of the Catholic Knights of America, a benevolent society, which will pay a death benefit of $2000 to his widow.

     The funeral of Bro. John Shea will take place from St. Patrick's church at 10: a. m. tomorrow. All Knights of No. 70 and 678 are cordially invited. E. T. ROLL, Pres't.

     Drury, son of G.[?] D. and V. M. Warren, 107 Kentucky avenue, who died on the 17th, was buried to-day at Rowlett.

     Walter Miller, a young negro, son of Sam Miller, a well known colored man, accidentally shot himself Monday. yesterday, he died from the effects of his injuries.
     Dr. James Browder died at his home in East Dallas yesterday. He was 70 years old and an old citizen of Dallas county. Interment took place to-day.

     In the estate of M. Roe, deceased, final report was examined and approved and administrator discharged.
     Estate of Caspar Graber, deceased; T. S. Day appointed administrator de bonis non with the will annexed in bond $3500.

     Sheriff Henry Lewis has returned from Housley, where he was called to investigate the Anderson murder Saturday night. William P. Anderson was the victim. He was a cripple who could scarcely move about, and he was shot through the brain while lying in bed. So close was the pistol to the head of Anderson, that the powder burned the scalp. Sheriff Lewis says that the people are terribly incensed. Anderson was smashed up in a runaway five years ago. His left arm and left leg were paralyzed and he had no use of them. He was about 35 years old, and highly esteemed. It is claimed that robbery was the motive, and that $60 had been stolen from a bureau drawer. Sheriff Lewis found considerable cash in the pockets of Anderson's clothing and $25 in cash in a trunk. Anderson did not have a known enemy in the country and there is a great mystery connected with the affair.
     F. C. Rugle, who is in from Mesquite to-day, informed a TIMES-HERALD reporter that the killing was one of the blackest crimes in the history of Dallas county, and that no arrests have been made.

Special to the Times-Herald.
     MESQUITE, Tex., Nov. 21.---Saturday night about 9 o'clock, near Housley, a most shocking murder was committed. William P. Anderson is a farmer, his family consisting of himself, wife and two small children. He was a cripple, hardly able to do manual labor. About the hour above-stated, after he had retired and gone to sleep, a pistol was thrust through the window near his bed and two shots of 38-calibre were discharged into his head, which resulted in death instantly. His wife jumped out of bed and ran for her life. Two shots were fired at her by the assassin, but the missed wide of the mark. Anderson's dead body was robbed of $60 in cash, and his murderers made their escape. They were not recognized.
     Robbery was evidently their object. There is no clue to who the parties are. There were no men near where the deed was committed, all being at the ratification meeting a mile or so distant.

     Walter Billups, who killed John Shea on Thursday, is the young man who, two years ago, shot some robbers and saved his employer's money, while he was clerking for Mr. Savage's Grange Grocery Company, on Elm street. Mr. Billups has always been regarded as an exemplary young man, having the full confidence of his employers and respect of those who know him. Over a year ago Mr. Savage established a branch grocery house in South Dallas, with Mr. Billups in charge. The business paid Mr. Savage a very handsome profit for the first year, and then Mr. Savage sold it to Mr. Billups, aiding him in his establishment in business. It is said by Mr. Billups' friends that the prime cause of the killing was alleged abuse of Billups' wife and mother by Shea.

     David Nevills of Rose Hill, Housley postoffice, occupies a cell in "Murderers' Row" in the county jail to-day. He was arrested yesterday afternoon by City Marshal Tobe Etheridge of Garland on a warrant charging him with the murder of W. P. Anderson on the night of Saturday, November 19. Marshal Etheridge arrived in the city last evening with his prisoner and placed him in the custody of Sheriff Lewis.
     A TIMES-HERALD reporter called at the jail to-day and was granted permission to talk with the prisoner. He is 24 years old, 5 feet 7 inches in height and has dark hair and brown eyes. He is a typical farmer boy and has not a bad face by any means. He is fairly intelligent and discussed his arrest freely. He had not "been seen by a lawyer."
     "You are innocent of the crime charge, as a matter of course?" said the reporter.
     "Certainly. I know nothing about it whatever."
     "Where were you on the evening of the killings?"
     "At the Democratic celebration at Rose Hill. I went there early and remained till it was over."
     "Who made the arrest?"
     "Marshal Etheridge of Rose Hill, yesterday afternoon."
     "Did he find any weapon on your person?"
     "No, sir. I understand that Anderson was killed with a 38-calibre Smith and Wesson pistol. I have a gun of that calibre. It is in my trunk at Tom Vanderburg's. I have been picking cotton for Vanderburg and have been with him since October. I came from Indian Territory in August last."
     "Were you ever employed by Anderson?"
     "Yes, I worked his farm on shares for three years, and left his house in October a year ago."
     "Did you ever have any trouble with him?"
     "No, sir. I remained with him three years and was a member of his household."
     "You disclaim all connection with the murder, then?"
     "I wasn't near Anderson's house that evening, I tell you."
     Nevills is a native of Perry county, Illinois, and came to Texas when he was 9 years old. He has one brother in this county and other members of his family reside in Navarro county.
     From a gentleman who came in from Rose Hill, it was learned that public sentiment is very strong against Nevills and also the wife of Anderson. There are a thousand rumors rife in the neighborhood, and the names of Nevilles and the widow are coupled together in a manner very discreditable to them. It may be mere speculation and idle gossip, but the talk has resulted in inflaming the public against the prisoner and the wife of his former employer.

     The funeral of the late Frank Austin took place at 2 o'clock yesterday afternoon, under the auspices of the Masonic orders.

     The TIMES-HERALD, yesterday, gave a detailed account of the arrest of David Nevills, charged with the murder of William P. Anderson at Housley last Saturday night. It was intimated in the article that the prisoner and the wife of Anderson were regarded with suspicion by the neighbors and that it was generally believed that they had conspired to remove Anderson so that they could live together. "When you see it in the TIMES-HERALD, it is so." Nevills and the false wife of Anderson conspired to murder the poor cripple. Nevills is in "Murderers' Row" in the county jail and Mrs. Anderson is under arrest in this city. The wife has confessed----confessed to a deed of blood as terrible as perpetrated by the Borgia and one that will send a thrill of horror through the frame of the reader of this shocking narrative.

     A reputable citizen of Pleasant Valley arrived in the city this morning and gave the story to a representative of the TIMES-HERALD. The relatives and friends of the murdered man suspected that the woman was a party to the killing from the start, and under the overwhelming weight of circumstantial evidence, she broke down. Word was sent to County Attorney David A. Williams and yesterday afternoon, despatched E. Green Williams to Housley to take the evidence of the woman. In the presence of a large number of kinfolk and A. J. Bryant and Jim Lyons, Mrs. Ella Jones Anderson made known the particulars of one of the blackest crimes in the criminal annals of Dallas county.

     "I first became aware that my husband was to be removed on Monday prior to the killing. Dave Nevills came to our house on Sunday and slept there that night. Monday morning, he asked me not to give him away and he would make a change so that we could live together. He decided to make the change on Saturday night, November 19, between the hours of 9 and 10 o'clock. I was to tie two strings on the gate post if any of the neighbors were in the house. If we were alone, I was only to tie one string on the post. Long before my husband had accused me of being criminally intimate with Dave, and that is the reason I permitted him to talk to me about making the change.

     Dave told me to put $60 in the sewing machine drawer so that we could say that robbers did it. I placed six $10 bills in the drawer on the Friday before the killing; according to agreement, Dave was to shoot the facing off the door, and I was to tell the neighbors that robbers killed my husband and robbed the house. Saturday, I thought the matter over and thought that I would like to have someone in the house with me that night. I asked George Anderson and his wife to come over. They didn't come.

     My husband retired about 8 o'clock Saturday night, November 19. I retired at the same hour. There are two beds in the room. My husband slept in one and the two children and myself in the other. Dave came to the house about 9:30. I heard him step on the gallery. I do not believe my husband was asleep. Dave was there about ten minutes before the shooting began. My husband and Dave did not talk before the killing. I covered up my head with the coverings so that I would not see or hear anything that transpired. Three shots were fired. Dave came to my bed and asked me not to give him away for making the change. He told me to run down to Uncle Will Anderson's, a quarter [mile] away, and tell him that robbers had killed my husband and attempted to kill me. Before doing this, he took the $60 from the purse in the sewing machine drawer, ransacked the bureau drawers and opened the trunk of Rollin Jackson (a tenant on the place). I do not know what he took out of the trunk. I then went to Uncle Will Anderson's and told him that robbers had killed my husband. Often before Monday, a week ago, Nevills made threats against my husband and asked me to say nothing, as if he "made the change, we could live together."

     The Santa Fe train from Rowlette this afternoon brought as passengers, a large number of citizens from Housley, and also Mrs. Anderson, the alleged partner of Nevills in the terrible crime. The grand jury convened in special session this morning, and before that body, Mrs. Anderson will re-tell her story of sin, shame and murder again this evening. The confession of the woman has created a great sensation in the Housley neighborhood and the people are horrified beyond description. Mrs. Anderson is not prepossessing by any means, and her intelligence is not of a high order. She does not appear to realize the enormity of her crime. She has two children, a half-witted girl of 7, and a babe of 2 years. It is alleged in the neighborhood that the physical condition of Anderson for five years before he was murdered precluded the possibility of his being responsible for the appearance of the babe on this mundane sphere. Nevills lived with the Anderson family three years. He and Mrs. Anderson were constantly together. They worked in the field, hauled wood and tended to the stock and this intimacy, it is alleged, was the cause of numerous domestic jars. Nevills was seen at the jail today and was told that Mrs. Anderson had confessed. He received the news with the stoicism of a Sioux Indian and declined to talk.

     Rose Hill, unlike most of the neighborhoods of this county, is composed of citizens that own their own houses and they and their ancestry have lived in the community since the organization of Dallas county under a Spanish grant. Jim Little of Anderson county was given a league and labor of land. This was located at Rose Hill. Before reaching this county, he died. His sons, Abram, John and Jeff, and their sisters, came on to Dallas and located at Rose Hill. Then came the Myers from Missouri. The Lovings and Lyons from Tennessee and Andersons from Missouri. The children of these pioneers are all honored citizens of that community. The murder of Wm. P. Anderson is the fourth assassination that has occurred in that law-abiding community in the last twenty-five years. Along about 1870, Jas. Loving, the father of W. M., H. D. and W. B. Loving, as he rode up to the gate about dusk, was fired upon and killed. The assassins made good their escape. While suspicion rested on certain parties, to this day, there is a doubt as to who committed the bloody deed. In 1874, Enoch Truss, while sitting at the table eating supper, was shot dead. As to who killed this man has been mere speculation. In 1887 or 1888, the remains of a dead man were found north of Rose Hill, beyond Rowlett creek. Munk and Jump were finally arrested, tried and acquitted of this murder, and who killed this poor fellow, is still unsolved.

     R. J. Jackson, George Anderson and other relatives of the murdered man are in the city. Jackson says his pocket book, containing considerable cash, was in the tray of his trunk on the night of the murder and was unmolested. The woman was taken before the grand jury at 2 o'clock. Jim Lyons and Frank Crush of Garland came in with the party.
     Nevills wanted Jackson to give him employment a month ago, but Anderson objected. He didn't want Nevills around.

     A correspondent writing from Sowers gives the following particulars of the killing of Sid McCauley by Tom Ross, and the causes leading to the tragedy.
     Sowers is a little place off the railroad, thirteen miles due west of Dallas, containing first and largest, a graveyard; next, a building that serves for a school house and church. There are two stores, in one of which, is the postoffice. There is also a park with a pavilion in which are given parties, picnics and dances. Sowers is a great place for dances. The men go prepared for emergencies. The emergency preparations consist in providing one's self with that forbidden pistol. It was just last Saturday night that the silence was broken by a rapid succession of pistol shots that brought us to our feet. Upon reflecting, we concluded it was done in exalting over the election. Bear in mind there is not a family in the entire vicinity that takes a daily paper, and news travels slowly. About 10 o'clock, the young ladies of the house returned from the dance given at Mr. and Mrs. Odath Vandervort's with the startling intelligence that Sid McCauley had been killed by Tom Ross. Young McCauley did not die that night, but lived till 7 o'clock the next morning, The story, as told your correspondent, runs thusly: Tom Ross married the Pretty Dora Curtis some year ago. Sid McCauley and Dora, it seems, had loved long; this love increased after Dora married Ross, and she took no pains to conceal it from her husband. In time, they separated, after awhile, they made up and lived together till their baby child died, when they again parted. Since which time, Sid had given his attention to Dora. The trio met at the dance, Dora wore McCauley's ring. It was more than the husband could stand, words were passed. In a few moments, McCauley pulled his pistol from his boots and fired five shots at Ross. Ross, in return, stabbed him again and again with the above result. Ross has fled the country. Mrs. Ross, nee Dora Curtis, is well connected, both in the county and in the city of Dallas.

     The health officer reported for the past week, twenty-one deaths and fourteen births.
     The health officer asked for instructions as to the disposal of funds in his hands left by patients who died in the hospital. The report was referred to City Attorney Wozencraft.

     The infant daughter of Mr. and Mrs. W. E. Hawkins died yesterday.

     The Walter Billups habeas corpus trial is on this afternoon in Judge Burke's court. Billups was indicted yesterday and the case fell in the Forty-fourth judicial district court. The judges consulted at noon and then Judge Burke announced that the habeas corpus case, and also the trial of the murder case, would take place in his court.
     The first witness placed on the stand was Young Sweet, a clerk in Billups' store. He swore that on the morning of the killing, Shea had been fined in the county court for assaulting him. That, upon returning home after the trial, Shea walked up and down the sidewalk in front of the store blaspheming in a frightful manner and daring Sweet and Billups out to fight him. He then went into the rear of the premises and renewed his talk and his threats, calling Billups and his family vile names and uttering frightful imprecations. Sweet said he had the kindliest feelings for Shea, even after Shea had assaulted him and the latter had been fined in the county court.
     The foreman of the street car stables across the street from Shea's residence swore that Shea paraded up and down the sidewalk, cursing Billups, calling him "a bastard" and threatening to kill him.
     Thomas H. Donahou swore that Shea visited Drew's saloon before the killing, probably ten minutes. She as fighting mad. He declared that "Billups, Sweet & Co. were s---s of b-----s, b-----s and curs. That he had invited them to shoot it out or come on the street and fight it out with fists. I will not stand it any longer," said he, "and you will hear shooting pretty d----d quick." Shea drank a glass of whisky and rushed from the saloon. Ten minutes later, Donahoe heard a shot fired.
     None of the witnesses ever saw a pistol in the hands of Shea. Tom Field, a negro, was on the stand when the forms of the TIMES-HERALD were sent to press.

     In the estate of James H. Holloway the will of the deceased was admitted to probate and W. H. Johnson was appointed executor upon giving bond in the sum of $6000.
     In the estate of Ann M. Bledsoe, deceased, the annual report of the executor was examined and approved.

     Next Sunday, the world over, the Benevolent and Protective Order of Elks will hold memorial services and pay the last tribute of respect to the memory of departed brothers. Dallas lodge will hold memorial services beginning at 3 o'clock Sunday afternoon, and they will be very beautiful and impressive and free to the public. Several prominent ministers of Dallas will participate as well as the leading members of the choirs of the city churches. Dallas lodge mourns the loss of three worthy members during the past year-- Col. Ben McCullough, Major Pat Waltman and Frank Austin. Rev. Mr. Seasholes, of the First Baptist Church, will deliver the general eulogy on the departed and the members of the order will also deliver tributes to the dead.

Probate matters:
     In the estate of J. W. Webb, deceased, application of City bank, a creditor of said estate, for order of sale, granted and administered ordered to sell the property described in said application at public or private sale for cash or on credit and due report of the action to this court make.
     Estate of A. M. Hern, deceased; inventory and appraisement examined and approved.
     Estate of E. T. Young, deceased; annual report examined, approved and ordered of record.
     Estate of W. L. Wadsworth, deceased; application for partition of estate granted according to prayer of applicants, C. F. Carter, W. W. Weston and W. White appointed commissioners in partition and directed to make report as early as practicable.
     Caspar Graber, deceased; bond of T. A. Work, administrator de bonis non cum testamente annexo, examined and approved.
     E. S. Miller, deceased; bond of J. E. Kilpatrick per administrator examined and approved, inventory and appraisement examined and approved and ordered of record.

     Charles Ellinwood died at the county farm Tuesday night at 12 o'clock. He was admitted that day at 5 o'clock. Ellinwood was a veteran of the Mexican war and also an ex-Confederate. He was also a mason. He had no relatives and had lived on this earth 69 years. The old fellow was a sort of a recluse and lived in a forlorn little cabin on the west side of the river for years and years. He does not rest in a pauper's grave. Superintendent Dee Burgess and several others purchased a neat coffin at Lancaster and gave the old hero a Christian burial in the cemetery at Hutchins.

     S. M. Meeks, book-keeper for Norris & Morgan, died last night at the city hospital. He was 55 years old. Paralysis.

     Mrs. M. A. Zimmerman, who died at the residence of her son, E. T. Kelly, Cleburne, Texas, was buried in this city this afternoon.

     Mr. George C. Byrd, an old newspaper man, is lying at death's door at his home, 306 Lamar street. He has been in failing health for a long time, and yesterday afternoon, a stroke came that will, in a few days, bring him to his end, if that is not already reached. Dr. Howard, the attending physician, said he might not live through the night, or he might linger for several days.
     Mr. Byrd was well known in Fort Worth and Dallas, where he was connected with several papers. His aged wife, who was the only other member of the family, has not the means to care for him, or even for herself, and the kindness of generous friends is invoked. Several of the near neighbors, among them, Uncle Jesse Melton and Mr. O. M. Herrenkind, gave him needed attention last night, and it is likely that others will give their aid to-day.-- Fort Worth Gazette.

     W. H. McKneely vs. P. H. Norvelle et al; death of plainfiff suggested and leave granted to make new party plaintiff.
     Estate of Eugenie Caillet, deceased. Last will and Testament probated.
     Estate of Earl E. Cravens, deceased. Administrator instructed to sell certain lands in conformity with the decree of the district court.
     Estate of Frederick Danneman, deceased. Last will and testament probated.
     Estate of I. A. Chandler, deceased. A number of claims were allowed and the first annual report of the administrator was approved.
     Estate of Dr. Hugh Harbison, deceased. Same order.

     The Fort Worth Gazette announces the death of a gentleman who resided in this city for years:
     Mr. George C. Byrd, whose fatal illness was spoken of by the Gazette Sunday, died yesterday afternoon. The funeral will take place to-day from 306 Lamar street, at 3 o'clock, and friends of the family are invited. Mr. Byrd had a large number of acquaintances in this city who will pay their respects to his memory on this final occasion.

     At the last regular meeting of Columbia Lodge No. 160, Knights of Pythias, the following were elected for the ensuing year: Harry P. Lawther, P. C.; S. E. Ragsdale, C. C.; E. C. Moore, V. C.; P. Barry Miller, P.; John A. Wilhite, M. of E.; A. S. Jackson, M. of F.; R. S. Hawkins, K. of R. and S.; George W. Loudermilk, M. at A.; E. M. Browder, trustee; John F. Worley, representative.
     At a meeting of the John A. Dix post, G. A. R., last night, the following officers were elected for the ensuing year: Commander, E. G. Rust; second vice commander, J. W. Ayers; junior vice commander, John Hunter; chaplain, Daniel Allen; officer of the day, D. M. Baker; quartermaster, J. C. Bigger; surgeon, D. Mackay; officer of the guard, P. Dwyer; delegates to the state encampment, L. C. Leeds, J. W. Ayers, Alfred Billows, David Bryant, A. G. Osborne; alternates, A. S. Lee, Daniel Allen, Thomas Roberts, J. C. Cammack, James Ennison; trustee, J. L. Boyd. Resolutions were adopted by a rising vote in respect to the memory of the late junior vice commander, Mr. J. T. Cooper.

     Probate matters:
     In the estate of Mrs. H. C. Tenison, deceased. Henry L. Tenison appointed permanent administrator upon giving bond in the sum of $35,000. W. E. Best, J. S. Armstrong and Lee Newberry appointed appraisers.

     Alfred, the 6-year-old son of Mr. and Mrs. Alfred Lotts, died Saturday. The funeral took place yesterday.

     Earl, the bright and beautiful little daughter of Mr. and Mrs. E. E. Guillot, died at an early hour this morning. Interment followed this afternoon. The bereaved parents have the sympathy of a large circle of friends in the great blow that has fallen upon them.

     A month or more ago, at a dance near Grand Prairie, Tom Ross stabbed Sid McCauley to death in a row over his divorced wife, full particulars of which were published only in the TIMES-HERALD.
Ross fled the country after escorting the remains of his victim to his home.
     Sheriff Cabell determined to capture Ross at any cost and he has been on the watch for him for several weeks. Finally, Ross was located in Hill county, in a sparsely settled district. He was arrested by order of Sheriff Cabell and this evening will arrived in the city in charge of Sheriff Tom Bell of Hill county.

     Mrs. A. D. Fife died at her home, 528 Ross avenue, yesterday afternoon. Funeral to-morrow from family residence.
     The remains of Edward Lacouture, who died in this city Wednesday last, were shipped to New Orleans for interment.

     George Durmeyer, at his home, 406 Ross avenue, at 12:30 a. m. Sunday morning, Funeral will take place Tuesday at 10:30 a. m. from the Church of the Incarnation, corner of Harwood street and McKinney avenue.

     Just a month ago to-day, on November 19, William P. Anderson was foully murdered at his home near Rose Hill. Three days later, his widow confessed that David Nevills, a young farm hand, "made a change so that they could live together." The grand jury returned true bills for murder in the first degree against Nevills and Mrs. Anderson. The case was called for trial in Judge Burke's court this morning. Both sides announced ready and the work of securing a jury began. Nevills and the woman were taken from the jail to the courtroom by a deputy sheriff. The court room was jammed and all eyes were turned upon the prisoners when they walked into the court room. The prosecution showed its hand by entering a nolle in the case of the state vs. Ella J. Anderson. She will be used as a witness. At 12:30, the special venire of sixty jurors and the regular panel had been exhausted and only five jurors had been secured, as follows: M. K. Rawlins, J. B. Patterson, R. F. Duncan, R. A. Clanton and I. N. Range A special venire of sixty men was ordered summoned, to be present at 2:30 o'clock.
     This afternoon, the work of completing the jury is on.

Probate orders:
     Estate of J. S. Wallace, deceased; inventory approved.
     Estate of Cynthia A. Sullivan, deceased. A. C. Ardrey has leave to file a petition for sale of real estate, parties to be notified by publication.
     Estate of Mrs. H. C. Tenison, deceased; Harry L. Tenison appointed administrator and bond fixed at $35,000. W. E. Best, J. S. Armstrong and Lee Newberry, appraisers.
     Estate of Lee White, deceased; final report of administrator approved and administrator discharged.

     Estate of Dr. Hugh Harbison, deceased, vs. Samuel A. Allen, administrator; probate.

     John P. Patton, a reputable young farmer of the Reinhardt neighborhood, is dead. He was foully murdered by an unknown assassin, and robbery was the motive that inspired and actuated the slayer.
     Two weeks ago, young Patton sold his farm to W. B. Porter, his brother-in-law, and announced that he would either rent land in Johnson county, or return to his old home in South Carolina.
     Last Wednesday, he visited Cleburne and leased a farm in the vicinity of Alvarado. Saturday night, he came to Dallas via the Santa Fe railroad, (the train was an hour late), and visited a restaurant on Lamar street, whose proprietor is an old friend. He remarked that he guessed he would stop at the National Hotel all night and go to Reinhardt Sunday."
     This was the last seen of him alive. Sunday morning, Section Foreman John C. Burns and his men, three-fourths of a mile this side of Reinhardt, near Chenault's crossing, saw the body of a man lying prone upon the ground, about twenty yards from the track and near a pool of water. The remains were those of John P. Patton. He had been felled with a bludgeon blow on the top of the head and his throat had been cut, the jugular having been severed. The pockets were turned inside out, and a small leather pouch used as a receptacle for small change was lying by the side of the victim of some scoundrel's cupidity.
     Capt. Burns wired Sheriff Cabell to come out and bring a coroner. He did so and also a pack of hounds.
     Dr. Strauss examined the wound in the throat and said that Patton was dead five minutes after receiving the knife thrust.
     Hundreds of farmers had congregated by the time Sheriff Cabell had arrived, the news of the murder having spread like wild-fire.
     The hounds were unable to take up the trail, and after scouring the entire neighborhood without success, the scouting party dispersed, and Sheriff Cabell, Deputy John Bolick, M. M. Patton and W. B. Porter came to Dallas last evening.
     Mr. Patton, brother of the dead man, said: "My brother didn't have an enemy in the world. He was an affable and well-disposed young man and a member of the Methodist church. If robbery was the motive, the scoundrel who committed the crime stained his hands with human blood for $3 or $4, as my brother did not have a greater amount with him at the time. He has lived in Texas thirteen years, coming from Greenville, S. C., when only 12 years old. He was unmarried. My belief is that he decided to walk home last Saturday night. Some one followed him and murdered him with the expectation that he had a large sum of money on his person."
     The remains of young Patton were interred to-day in the Duck creek cemetery, near Garland.
     The murder is one of the blackest crimes ever perpetrated in Dallas county, and if the guilty party is captured, he should be jerked to hades from the end of a rope. Patton received $3000 for his farm, $2000 in cash and $1000 in notes. The money is on deposit at a bank in this city.

     At Elam's station, about seven miles from this city, last night, an unknown negro, answering the description of Commodore Miller, entered the farm house of Chas. Kolaczkowski, a German farmer, for purpose of robbery. Kolaczskowski is an elderly gentleman. The negro ordered him to "hold up his hands," but the farmer grappled with the desperado and threw him to the floor. The latter drew his pistol and shot the farmer in the right side, inflicting a wound that, it is thought, will result fatally.
     At this juncture, a son of the farmer came in, sized up the situation, grabbed a shotgun and killed the negro at the first fire.
     Several of the neighbors came in late last evening and reported the killing to Sheriff Cabell, who left for the scene of the tragedy at 10 o'clock, accompanied by deputies Sloan Lewis and Bolick. The fellow was very bold about it. The farmer and his family were engaged at domino playing when the scoundrel walked in. His face was partially masked by an old handkerchief, and his coat was turned inside out. He evidently meant business, as he pressed his pistol close to the body of the farmer and pulled the trigger when the latter grappled with him.

     Deputy Sheriff Sloan Lewis returned from Elam Station this morning and brought complete details of the tragedy, which was far more blood-curdling than at first reported. When the deputy sheriffs arrived at the farm, about a mile from Elam Station, they discovered that Charles Kolaczkowski was dead. He had been shot in the side by the negro desperado and two hours later, with his weeping wife and boys surrounding his bedside, he passed away. He had been shot once and that was fatal.

     Kolaczkowski was a renter, a hard-working and industrious German and had lived near Elam Station three years. He was 45 years old and his family consists of his wife and four boys. Gus, the oldest, is 17 years old and he is the son who avenged the cowardly murder of his father. Last night, after supper, the farmer drew out the table and sat down to play a game of dominoes with his boys. Just as he was in the act of shuffling the dominoes, the door was pushed open and a negro, with his face partially masked by a cotton handkerchief, sprang into the room. Mr. Kolaczkowski rose up, and at once, grappled with the intruder, throwing him across the bed in one corner of the room. The negro reached around and poked his pistol against the right side of the farmer.

     To add to the horrors of the situation, the light was extinguished and the two men fought furiously in the dark. Three shots were fired by the negro, and one entered the body of the farmer.
     "If he kills me, Gus, shoot him," gasped the wounded man as he continued the battle against terrible odds. Gus had been duck hunting that day and his gun stood against the wall. He groped for it in the dark. Cocking the weapon, he advanced towards the bed. A ray of light from the window aided him to distinguish the negro ruffian from the form of his father. He jammed the gun against the breast of the negro and pulled the trigger. There came a loud report, a horrible imprecation, and the man fell heavily to the floor.

     The lamp was relighted and a survey of the field was made by the boy. The charge of shot had literally blown the heart of the black scoundrel. His father was lying on the floor with a mortal wound. The neighbors were aroused. Two came to Dallas for the sheriff and another ran for a doctor. Kolaczkowski was beyond human aid. He died two hours afterward. He raised a large crop of cotton this season, and two days before, paid $1000 as part of the purchase price of the farm adjoining. He was a man well liked by his neighbors and the people deeply sympathize with his unfortunate family. The funeral took place this afternoon.

     The body of the dead negro, who was a stranger to the people of Elam station, was searched, but no evidence to establish his identity was disclosed. A greasy pack of cards and a plug of tobacco, with a 41-calibre gun completed an inventory of his possessions. Deputy Sheriffs Sloan Lewis and Bolick examined the negro. The following is a description of the fellow:
     A light mulatto, 30 or 35 years old, 5 feet 8 inches in height. He wore a wine-colored sack coat with black stripe, corduroy vest, dark pants with stripes, cotton shirt and black slouch hat. There was not a scrap of writing found upon the remains. Justice Skelton held a double inquest to-day and returned a verdict in accordance with the facts.

     The work of securing a jury in the Nevills murder case was concluded last evening and the witnesses for the state and defense, eighty in number, were sworn. Court then adjourned till 9 o'clock this morning. The court room, as during the morning session, was packed, many people being present from Rose Hill, Garland, Housley and other hamlets in that section of the county. Sam Nevills, a brother of the prisoner, was also in attendance. There was another jam again this morning. David Nevills sat by his attorneys, Col. Russell and Bob Seah, and took a deep interest in the trial. County Attorney Gillespie and his assistants are making a hard fight. Mrs. Ella J. Anderson is another personage that attracted considerable attention. She is a blonde with blue eyes, and while she is far from being handsome, she is not positively ugly. She is 24 years old and not very bright. Neither is she an idiot. A little girl babe about 2 years old, who has shared captivity with the mother, is with her at all times in the court room.
     J. D. Warford, assistant county surveyor, and a map maker, was the first witness called. He testified as to the topography of the country and was then excused.
     Mrs. Ella J. Anderson, wife of the murdered man, and the "woman in the case," was then called. Before the inquest, and also before the grand jury, Mrs. Anderson swore that Nevills had never been criminally intimate with her. In her confession to the assistant county attorney, and also in her interviews, she denied having been the mistress of Nevills. To-day, she changed front. She swore that in January, 1891, she betrayed her husband and surrendered her wifely virtue to the keeping of David Nevills, then a tenant on her husband's farm. She swore that the little girl she held in her lap was the result of her intimacy with Nevills on that night. She became the mistress of Nevills and these relations were maintained until two or three weeks before her husband was slain in his bed. The TIMES-HERALD, a month ago, published the story of the tragedy and the confession of Mrs. Anderson. How she was told a week before the killing by Nevills that he would "make a change" so that they could live together. It was stated at the time by this woman that she heard Nevills when he came to the house; that she slept in a separate bed in the same room with her husband; that she covered up her ears and eyes so that she could neither see the flash of the pistol, or hear the dying groans of her husband. And, also how she ran to the house of her uncle, William P. Anderson, and told that robbers had murdered her husband and robbed the residence. She was still in the witness box when court adjourned for dinner.
     Court re-convened at 1:30. Juror Robert Duncan states to the court that he had just received intelligence of the destruction of his house by fire. Also, that his wife was ill. Judge Burke, after expressing his deep sympathy for the juror, adjourned court till to-morrow morning at 9 o'clock.
     Mr. Duncan, who resides at Spring Chapel, departed for home, accompanied by a deputy sheriff. He is a prosperous farmer and his comfortable home, together with its contents, was destroyed by fire last night, as stated above. He carried no insurance.
     The jurors in the case are as follows: M. K. Rawlins, J. B. Patterson, R. F. Duncan, R. A. Clanton, J. N. Range, W. R. Hensley, F. D. Cuthbert, J. A. Pinson, George Sears, B. S. Hagedon, J. M. Hannock and T. S. Downey.

     Estate of Dr. Hugh Harbison vs. Samuel A. Allen, administrator; administrator directed to sell the land as prayed for and report to the court.

     Estate of O. S. Riggen, deceased; administrator instructed to settle certain claims and to dispose of a note for $3050 due the estate.

     John A. Gardner was arrested last night and jailed by Sheriff Cabell.
     He was arrested on a warrant sworn out by Mitch Patton, charging him with the murder of John P. Patton, whose body was found near Reinhardt Sunday morning. On Monday night, Gardner was found at his home near Reinhardt, and brought to this city. He was kept under surveillance Monday night and all day yesterday and last night, was arrested and placed in jail. He took his arrest unconcernedly and denied that he was guilty of the killing of Patton.
     John A. Gardner is 25 years old. He is a son of Ex-County Commissioner Wiley Gardner, and 'tis said, has given the old gentlemen considerable trouble on account of his wild ways. He was not lived at home for several years. His arrest created a sensation.
     In his investigation of the case, Sheriff Cabell discovered that Gardner had been in the company of Patton Saturday night. Between the hours of 12 and 1 o'clock Sunday morning, Gardner and Patton visited Tom Sims' saloon on Elm street. They purchased a quart of whiskey, and Patton ordered Sims' bartender to charge it on his account. He had frequently traded at the place and the bartender let him have the whiskey without a word. Patton was never again seen alive.
     The theory of the officers is that the men started to walk to Reinhardt, and Patton met with a tragic death while en route home.
Gardner says he parted company with Patton after the whisky was purchased; that he walked about from place to place till morning.
     Officers Sheeley and Rice say, that Sunday at noon, Gardner came to the police station and inquired for Patton, saying he was "a little full when they separated and might have been picked up by the officers." The officers and Gardner examined the register. The name of Patton was there. When the news of the discovery of the body of Patton was communicated to Rice and Sheeley the latter turned to his partner and said, "Tom, the man who killed Patton visited the police station at noon." Rice laughed at this, but Sheeley stuck to it. He had noticed the men together late Saturday night.
     Sheriff Cabell says he has developed a great mass of strong circumstantial evidence, and has the man who foully murdered John P. Patton.
     The Patton boys were wild with indignation when told that Gardner was thought to the be the man who killed their brother and were, with difficulty, restrained from attempting personal violence.
     This morning, John A. Gardner was taken before Justice Skelton and waived preliminary examination. He was held to the grand jury without bail, and returned to his quarters in the jail.
     It is understood that important evidence has been unearthed to-day by Sheriff Cabell, who has worked like a Trojan in this case.

     Deputy Sheriff John Bolick returned from Elam Station yesterday afternoon with the body of the negro killed by Gus Kolaczkowski. At Linskie's, the remains were identified as those of Jim Ephriam, for several years a driver of a beer wagon for the Anheuser Busch company. Latterly, he has been working as a barber in the ship of Joe Turner. Last Saturday night, he resigned his job, saying to the other employes:
     "By G--d, I want $200 Christmas money, and I'm going to get it. "I'm going to Hillsboro."
     Ephriam will spend Christmas in a region where water will not extinguish fire and where $1,000,000 of Uncle Sam's bank notes can not purchase a drop of water as large as the tear of a canary bird. He formerly figured as a politician in the Sixth ward and was well known.

     The sheriff is gathering evidence to be used in the case of the State of Texas vs. John A. Gardner, who is charged with the murder of John P. Patton.
     Link by link, the chain is being forged, and as each additional link is added, it makes the case more damaging against the prisoner.
     In the office of the sheriff is a blood-stained cudgel six feet in length and a ponderous weapon in the hands of a strong man. With this club, Patton was felled to the earth, and then his throat was cut by the murderer.
     But, more damaging evidence of the guilt of Gardner has been secured. It has been held all along that it was impossible for the murderer to have severed the jugular vein in Patton's throat without the blood spurting upon the slayer. That important bit of evidence has been found. It is now in possession of Sheriff Cabell.
     On Sunday morning at 6 o'clock, John A. Gardner was at Orphans Home, two and one-half miles from the Santa Fe railroad, where Patton met his tragic fate. He gave a "slicker" to the postmaster, requesting that individual to lay it to one side and he would call for it. The post-master complied with the request and Gardner boarded the Texas & Pacific train and came to Dallas. That "slicker" is now in the hands of the sheriff. Great splotches of human blood stained the garment. At noon on the same day, Gardner arrived in Reinhardt from Dallas. When arrested, he informed the officers that he spent Saturday night in Dallas, rambling about the city.

     The Nevills trial occupied the time of Judge Burke yesterday afternoon and last night until 10 o'clock. Mrs. Anderson was on the stand again during the afternoon. She did not contradict herself in the least, has a happy faculty of forgetting occurrences that the defense desired to draw out and was a hard witness to handle. She swore she ceased to love Dave after he had killed her husband, denied that her "change of mind" was brought about by the fact that he had a girl in the Indian Territory. Mrs. Lucy B. Anderson, Will Anderson, E. A. Stallcop, Eugene Davis, Frank Walford, Lee Ferrell and Marian Bryant testified last night. Lucy and Will Anderson were the parties first informed of the killing. Mrs. Ella Anderson ran to their house in her night robes and told them that robbers had killed her husband and shot at her. The other witnesses told of measuring the shoes on Nevills' horse and the tracks leading to and from the residence of the murdered man. They fitted exactly. They also told of finding a pistol in Nevills' trunk and other little incidents of the famous case published from time to time after the killing.
     The Nevills murder trial was resumed at 9 o'clock this morning. The attendance was light. Mrs. Anderson was not on the rack. Bull-baiting is a pastime thoroughly enjoyed in Mexico. In this country, a woman accused of crime, or a woman connected in an unsavory way with a man, draws the crowd. As the Mexican enjoys the bullfight best when the matador plunges the sharp spear into the side of the victim, the American enjoys the distress or discomfiture of a woman in a witness box who becomes impaled on the sharp and pointed questions of some keen and merciless lawyer. You can bet on that every time.
     Bob Goss was the first witness called. Bob heard three shots fired on the night of the murder. Two were in rapid succession, followed by a lull, and then a third shot rang out.
     Mrs. Lucy Burgess (mother of Roland Jackson), who has lived on the Anderson farm a year or more), was at Rose Hill on the night of the rally. She sat on the gallery and enjoyed the outpouring of Democratic enthusiasm. The night was very dark, she said. After 9 o'clock, she heard a clattering of hoofs and a man rode along about fifty yards from where she sat. She recognized the man as Dave Nevills.
     "The night was dark, you say, madam?" asked Col. Russell.
     "Yes, sir."
     "How could you have recognized the face of a man fifty yards away?"
     "O, the anvil was fired just then and the flash of light revealed his face."
     The witness said she had not breathed a word of this to her neighbors. Had never mentioned it until to-day on the witness stand.
     Roland Jackson was called and examined at length. Roland is just about the age of Nevills and about his size. He has worked the Anderson farm on shares for a year or more. He was at the rally on the night of November 19. He never saw any improper conduct between Mrs. Anderson and Nevills but once, and that was when they were all seated at the fireside. One of the party told a funny story. The laugh went round and witness saw Nevills rub his knee against Mrs. Anderson. The fact was elicited that Jackson had been charged with the killing of Anderson. In fact, he admitted as much himself. His accuser, he said, was David Nevills, the prisoner at the bar. A bit of sensational stuff cropped out during the examination of this witness. He declared that Nevills went to the territory a year ago because he had led astray a young girl in the Rose Hill neighborhood. Judge Burke ordered this evidence stricken out and warned the jury to give no heed to it. At 12:30, court adjourned for dinner. The prosecution has about twenty witnesses to examine yet, and then the defense will "turn loose" a large number of witnesses. One thing certain, Nevills was at the Democratic that night. How long he remained at Rose Hill, or whether or not he left there before the crowd dispersed, is a knotty problem that has not yet been solved, unless the evidence of the woman, who says she was his mistress and accomplice, is taken at its full weight.

     At the afternoon session yesterday, the prosecution introduced several witnesses whose testimony was unimportant. At 3 o'clock, the prosecution rested and the defense began a fight for the life of Dave Nevills. It developed early that Col. Russell had made up his mind to establish an alibi for his client. W. P. Anderson was murdered at 9:30 on the night of Saturday, Nov. 19. Nevills claims to have been at the Democratic ratification meeting from 8 o'clock till nearly 10 o'clock on that night. Anderson's residence is three miles from Rose Hill. To show that Nevills was present at the "jubilee," the defense introduced as witnesses, Tom Brandenburg, Thomas Polly, Charles Durrett, Jim Davis, Ben Davis, Andy Pally, George Saunders, Will Beach and others, all reputable citizens. One man swore that he saw Nevills at 9:10 o'clock on the grounds, or twenty minutes before the crime was committed. Omitting Mrs. Ella Anderson's evidence to be true, Nevills is the guilty party; discard her story and the prosecution hasn't sufficient evidence to hang a cat. Judge Burke held an evening session.
     Assistant Prosecuting Attorney I. R. Oeland insisted on his own construction of law yesterday evening and the judge rapped him down. Oeland persisted and was given a most genteel reprimand. The matter was settled amicably, however, and the trial of the case proceeded.
     Sam G. Nevills, brother of the prisoner, testified. What he had to say was immaterial and threw no light on the main facts in the case.
     David Nevills was placed in the witness box. He declared that he had never visited the residence of Anderson on the night of the killing till very late, when he heard of the murder; he had never been intimate with Mrs. Anderson; he did not love her and never told her he loved her; he never told her that he would make a change. To make a long story short, he declared her evidence false from beginning to end.
     At 10 o'clock last night, court adjourned till 9 o'clock this morning.
     David Nevills was recalled this morning and closely questioned by Mr. I. R. Oeland, assistant county attorney. Nevills admitted that he visited the house of Anderson three days in succession of the murder and never talked to the widow or took a look at the corpse. Nevills was the last witness heard.
     Mr. Oeland opened for the state in a masterly argument, which was intently listened to by the large audience present. Judge J. C. Muse followed for the defense; then came John P. Gillespie. This evening, Col. Russell will close for the defense and Charles F. Clint for the state. The case will go to the jury to-morrow.

     The arguments in the Nevills case were limited to four hours and thirty-five minutes for each side. I. R. Oeland, John P. Gillespie and Charles F. Clint made the arguments for the prosecution, and Judge J. C. Muse, Walter Lemmon and Col. S. H. Russell for the defense. At 8:35, Mr. Clint closed and Judge Burke read his charge to the jury. It was agreed by the attorneys present that it was most impartial. The jury returned at 10:25. The court room was packed and the crowd chattered like a colony of South American monkeys. Nevills sat at the lawyers' table and chatted with the lawyers and reporters. He was in excellent spirits; his attorneys, he said, had made a splendid fight for him and he was confident of a verdict in his favor. At 10:45 last night, the jury was locked up till this morning.

     At 11:55 this morning, the court room was crowded. Nevills and his lawyers chatted and the reporters practiced on carols for to-morrow. During the morning hours, much speculation was indulged in. A "hung jury" was predicted by many. Colonel Russell said he would stake his reputation on the result---the jury would return a verdict of acquittal. Finally, it was announced that a verdict had been arrived at and the deputy sheriff marched into the court room. Foreman Downey handed the verdict to Clerk Williams, who read:
     "We, the jury, find the prisoner not guilty of murder as charged in the indictment." T. S. DOWNEY, Foreman.
     "So say you all, gentlemen," cried the judge. "So say we all," was the response.
     Judge Burke discharged young Nevills, who was warmly congratulated by his attorneys and friends. The friends of the murdered man left the court room immediately after the announcement of the result of the deliberations and final action of the jury.
     "Well, Nevills, you had a close call," remarked a TIMES-HERALD representative.
     "Yes, too close. You were the first newspaper man that interviewed me, I looked wild that morning. They failed to break my neck when it was demonstrated that my 38-calibre gun could not fire 41-calibre balls. Then, they tried to break my neck with the baby story. What will they do with that woman? She swore like a pirate to convict me."
     "Turn her loose."
     "Well, they should license her to lie. She'd win at that business."
     "Will you return to the nation?"
     "Yes, but they have broke me flat. I have my farm, but the stock and everything else is gone."
     "Nevills, you are a free man now. Where you ever intimate with Mrs. Anderson?"
     "Never in my life; and I never was arrested, or charged with a crime before this one."
     On the first ballot, the jury stood three for conviction and nine for acquittal. Two of the three were not satisfied in their own minds of Nevills' guilt, however, and on the second ballot, joined the majority. The twelfth man proved obdurate for a long time. At last, he surrendered and a verdict of acquittal was agreed upon.
     Mrs. Anderson was released from jail this afternoon. Her husband is in his grave, and twelve jurors say she lied when she swore that the babe in her arms is of legitimate birth and its father the murderer of her husband.
     The burthen of the sin, shame and crime falls upon her shoulders, and yet, no doubt it is a case of "more sinned against than sinning."

     In a negro cabin on Central avenue, near Marilla street, in the hollow just below the residence of Mayor Connor, the Christmas festivities were ushered in at a very early hour this morning.
     Jane Evans, an old and worthy negress, is the owner of the cabin. She has a daughter, Betty, 19 years old, who, two years ago, married Ed Pease, a farmer in Collin county, said to be an industrious and well-to-do colored man. Recently, the couple separated and Betty came home to her mother.
     Last night, there was a dance at the Evans domicile, and the festivities continued until an early hour this morning. After the guests had departed, Ed Pease came in. He begged of the woman to agree to a reconciliation and return with him to their home in Collin county. She refused and began to disrobe preparatory to retiring. Pease grabbed her around the waist with his left hand and began pumping lead into her with a bull-dog revolver held in his right hand. The mother of the unfortunate wife seized hold of the murderer and a life and death struggle ensued. Betty Pease dropped dead in her tracks and it is believed that Pease accidentally shot himself during the row. He dropped on the floor, but afterwards pulled himself together and rushed from the premises. A pool of blood was discovered on the floor on the very spot where he had fallen.
     The police and deputy sheriffs have been scouring every nook and cranny in the city since early this morning without avail.

     W. D. Sale, a young farmer residing near Sachse, Dallas county, was run down by the cars Saturday night and instantly killed.

     At the old Elks saloon, corner Main and Field streets, last evening at 6:40 o'clock, Elwood S. Randall, proprietor of the Delicatessen restaurant, was shot twice by Major I. G. Randle, the well-known capitalist and property owner. The wounded man sank down upon the floor and the perpetrator of the deed walked excitedly about. The shooting created intense excitement and a great crowd swarmed into the place. The wounded man was placed in the police ambulance and taken to his home on Germania street, near Bryan, where physicians were summoned and a number of his friends assembled. Major I. G. Randle was arrested by Police Officer Charlie Durham. The officer found a 41-calibre revolver in his hip pocket, with three chambers empty. The prisoner was first taken to the central station and afterwards transferred to the county, a 41-calibre revolver in his hip pocket, with three chambers empty. The prisoner was first taken to the central station and afterwards transferred to the county jail, where a number of his friends called and announced they wanted to make a bond for him.
     At the home of the wounded man, the scenes were pathetic. Yesterday morning, Mrs. Randall and two of her little girls departed for Paris, Texas, on a visit. Four little girls remained at home. When the news of the shooting came, Mr. Robert Purdy took the children to his own home and then returned to the bedside of this friend and former partner. To Police Office Henry Waller, the wounded man said: "I was shot down, murdered like a dog without provocation. I did nothing, or said nothing, to provoke the murderous assault." To Messrs. Pierce, Purdy and others, this latest victim of the "hip-pocket movement" made the same (which he said was his dying) statement. He was shot twice. Once in the neighborhood of the heart and once in the side, and his wounds are regarded as fatal. Mr. E. S. Randall was one of the best known restaurant men in the south and came to Texas from the north twenty years ago. He first settled in Galveston and came to Dallas fifteen years ago. For years, he was in the restaurant business with Bob Purdy, on the corner of Main and Market streets and retired two years ago with considerable means. He then established the Randall cafe in a building owned by the man who shot him last night. Here he lost heavily. Six or seven months ago, he was forced to the wall. Recently, he re-opened the Delicatessen. He is about 45 years old and had hundreds of friends in Dallas. He was never known to engage in a quarrel and never carried a deadly weapon in his life. He was unarmed when shot down last night.
     The shooting took pace in a building owned by Major Randle, where Charlie Reynolds conducts a saloon. A TIMES-HERALD reporter visited the place directly after the shooting. It was impossible to obtain the causes that led to the shooting. Mr. Reynolds had but little to say, and did not know what led to the tragedy. The colored man behind the bar was equally as ignorant of the cause of the shooting and the spectators present at the time of the trouble had departed, not wishing to "get mixed up in the case." It seems the men were talking at the bar over past business transactions. E. S. Randall reproached the major for his action, or alleged action, with regard to rent, or something of the sort. The latter replied warmly and the shooting followed. Major Randle claims that his former tenant called him "an old -s---n of a b----h, and drew a knife." Then, he shot him. Randall denies this, and a TIMES-HERALD reporter could find no eye-witness to the affair who saw a knife drawn or heard the opprobrious remarks. They are as as mum as oysters. Mr. Frank Pierce searched E. S. Randall, after the shooting and found no weapons of any sort on his person.
     Mrs. Randall and children, who had been wired the sad news, returned home to-day. At 10 o'clock this morning, Purdy informed a TIMES-HERALD reporter that Mr. Randall was still alive. His condition is critical, however, and the chances are 99 to 1 that he will die.