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YORKVILLE ENQUIRER. IBSUBD TWIOB-A-WEHK"-WEDNESDAY AND FRIDAY. l. k. 0ei8t * sons, PnMi?her?. } % 4amiiggnrosi;ai;er: 4or tin; gromotion o| the golitiijal, gonial, g.grinaltur,a! and dfomrotmial Interests of the ?outh. { VOLUME 42. YORKVILLE, S. O., FRIDAY, JTJJSTE 26, 1896. NUMBER SaT THE FITTESr BY J. TI. C< Copyright, 1896, by the Author. CHAPTER XXII Police sergeants on duty at their desks are practically always writing. With a mien of preternatural gravity and great preoccupation they write on and on, as the brook flows, "forever." No mere mortal mind outside "the force" can oonceive what they find to write so much about And proportionate results from tneir tUtJICSS WU tUC uut ujuxa; t oa, able in the huge official looking tomes over which they labor. It seems as if they must be ambitiously training to become recorders of the affairs of the universe in a weird hereafter of their own imagining, and that they write with dry pens upon ever unsullied sheets, just for practice in the exercise. When John Latham had threaded the labyrinthine ways at police headquarters to the office of the detective force, he of course found the sergeant at the desk engaged in writing and stood so long waiting for his presence to be noticed, watching the motion of the pen, that he began to feel it mesmerizing him But no disooturteey to him was intended. The sergeant was Writing; that was all Eventually the indefatigable caligraphist suspended his task, or training, long enough to look up and say interroga tively: "Well?" "I would like to get gome information about the arrest of a young man who is, I understand, locked up here, Mr. Chester SewalL " At the mention of that name the ser* geant seemed to wake to a new interest in lif& "Ah, yes," he responded promptly. "What do you want to know about him?" "Primarily, is he in custody here?" The sergeant seemed to reflect a moment; then, exclaiming, "I'll inquire; wait a moment until I see the inspector," darted into an adjoining room. After a minute's absence he returned and ushered the inquirer into that room, the private office of the famous head of the detective force. Mr. Latham looked with interest at the inspector, whom he had never before met, so far as he knew, tmfc nf whom he had heard a Great deal He saw before him a large, powerfully built man in the prime of life, with a _ kindly but resolute face and a suave, engaging demeanor. "Yes," said the inspector, speaking in a voice that struck his visitor as being singularly resonant and mellow,'' we have Chester Sewall in a cell down below. What is your interest in making the inquiry?" "That of a friend. We occupy adjoining rooms. I have been away from the city on business, and upon my return home this morning reoeived a note informing me of his arrest, but affording no particulars as to its cause." While speaking he presented his private card to the inspector, who upon glancing at it asked: "Of the firm of Gannett, Stryker & Latham?" "Yea You know the firm?" "Only by reputation. It affords me pleasure to meet one of its inembera'' "Thanks! But about my friend?" "You speak of him as your 'friend.' May I ask how long|you have known him?" "Ever sinoe I can remember. We were boys together. I lost sight of him a little while he was going to college, but since his coming to New York in November last our association has been intimate. But you don't tell me on what charge he is held." "He tried to swindle the keeper of a cheap Bowery restaurant out of the price of a meal and created a disturbance when the man objected to being swindled." "Good heavens 1 You horrify me! I knew that Chet had not been altogether successful in some of his speculative ventures, but had no idea he was in so desperate a condition. Destitute of the means to purchase food! Why, it is horrible! He certainly had no intention of swindling the man. He could not have had. The thing is impossible, I assure you. He might have wanted credit and could safely have been trusted, for he was sure or naving means to pay as soon as I got home. All he would have had to do would have been to ask me. The restaurant keeper would have lost nothing by him. Why, a more honest hearted fellow than Chet Sewall doesn't live." The inspector listened with an indulgent but sardonio smile to this honest outflow of friendship and manly sympathy. When it ended, he coolly remarked : "A bundle of pawn tickets was found in his possession when he was arrested, and the articles represented by them have been reclaimed from the pawnbrokers and brought here for identification by the owners if possible." "Why, good God, man, you surely don't suspect poor Chet of being a thief?" "It's hard to tell who won't steal when he is hungry," replied the inspector cynically, opening a drawer in his desk and exposing a miscellaneous lot of trinkets, among which a fine watch and chain were oonspicuous. "Do you know any of these things?" he asked. "The watch and chain are his own. That I know positively." "And the jewelry? Women's most of it" "I know nothing about that" "Do you know anything about this?" r SURVIVES.; ?. da 5NNELLY. po la< demanded the inspector, suddenly bring- v^' ing to view from a case at his side ^ John's great silver flagon, his father's ^ race trophy. w' At eight oi that treasured neirioom m this place its owner's face turned pur- ^ pie, his jaw worked convulsively with- to< out bringing out any sound and his eyes 11 fairly protruded. When he oouid get his breath, he ejaculated fiercely: "Where the devil did you get that?" "It was pawned by Chester SewalL " John Latham sank back in his chair, ^ gasping, heart sick at this revelation of n^1 his trusted friend's unworthy action, bi| hot with resentment against the treacherous degradation of a thing that he held ^ almost sacred But the angry feeling ^ was only momentary, and his generous nature prompted him to forgive and he po QQi , Dvi ~ \ ?Sr-nl pr VI i m< de "Give me time to think." pe shield rather than denounce the man M who had been impelled by necessity to such a deed. He even forced himself to say pretty naturally: M "Oh, that's all right! The thing is mine, but he knew he had authority to ^ use it if he needed it" " 'To use it' " echoed the shrewd in- a ' spec tor, quick to note the verbal discrimination. "Yes, but did you author- Pr ire him to take it from your room in your absence and pawn it?" ^ John hesitated and almost choked with ha the answer, but by a superhuman effort hi oompelled himself to reply: *h "Yes." He had achic-edthe lfe, bat could not en prevent a telltale flush of color rushing ^ over his face. # gt] "Mr. Latham," said the inspector in a tone of sincere respect and sympathy, ^ "you are too good a man to be deceived by a fellow like Chester Sewall and made to sacrifice your self respect even for a moment to shield him. He does ^ not deserve it. What would you say if I j.j were to tell you that at the very mo- ^ ment when he tried to 'beat* that restaurant keeper out of a couple of shil- , lings he had $8,000 in his pocket?" . In hearing that question John thought only of the amount named as a large sum of money without noticing its par- ^ ticularized quantity, and responded in a tone of simple surprise: , "Why, I should think it of all things the most improbable." ' "But he had $8,000," repeated the inspector. That time the figures leaped ii^p ter- v rible distinctness in the young man's [ mental vision. Three thousand dollars! Why, that was the sum he had been ^ told the murderer of Richard Willmarth had gained by his crime! He held his breath and listened in horror. ? "Three thousand dollars," the inspector reiterated in a tone of purpose- . ful insistence. "And by a singular coincidence that was the exact amount taken from the body of Richard Willmarth by his assassin, and by another D singular coincidence the numbers on the large bills found in Chester Sewall's possession are those of which Richard ^ Willmarth'e cashier had a memorandum as the numbers of bills of like denomi nation handed by him to his employer ? on the afternoon preoeding the murder, . and by a third singular coincidence the 1( wallet inclosing those| bills in Chester . Sewall's pocket has been identified as ^ Richard Willmarth's wallet" "Then, you deem him"? in "The murderer of Richard Willmarth." de Johu Latham felt as if this fearful thing must be unreal, a nightmare or fD madness. Instinctively he strove to combat it, to wake himself from it by reason. "But no, no I It is impossible!" he *? argued in a low intense voice. "He could never have done it He! Why, he was a visitor at Willmarth's house; had taken him by the hand; was en- 61 gaged in marriage to his daughter." , The big gray eyes of the inspeotor 71 flashed with sudden light His awful *? triumph as a man hunter was complete. That utterance had forced the f6 last link in the chain to hold the unhappy wretch, knotted the noose await- co ing his neck. Seldom indeed could the Yprobable premeditation of crime be so *4 clearly established as in Chester Sewall's case, under this new light, for of , course in such sooial intimacy he had |*f found it easy to know when it would pay to murder his prospective father-in- ^ law, and had upon that knowledge de- . liberately planned the deed. . How John Latham got away from the 1D web of that terrible spider without him- ,M self being in some incomprehensible way involved in its meshes, and how he reached his home after the awful revelation that had been made to him, he nev- trc clearly knew. No doubt he and the spector smiled at each other, bowed, rhaps shook hands and said "good y," and ho had gone out in quite oraary, everyday fashion, as men oftnes do when their mentality is temrarily completely numbed. But the it thing he remembered in the inter3w was that he asked if he might not allowed to see the unhappy young in already practically aoomea, 10 rich the inspector gravely replied: "Tomorrow perhaps, but I must rese at present He will have to remain lay alone with his thoughts. Tonight ihall probably get a foil confession jm him." The confession was made, but hardly the way the inspector anticipated. X)ut 9 o'clock that evening he visited e prisoner in his cell The young in was by that time in a nervous and ghly agitated oondition. As yet he d not been permitted to know why 0 petty offense for which he was ar3 ted had not already been passed upon a police court, why he had been trans.Ted from the station house in which was first incarcerated to the oell at lice headquarters, why he could not en communication with anybody or V_* VI. luamul 3 tUiy UllC UUt 11ID jnuoiOf nuw uwtuvu be mutes when he questioned them, hatever tortures he suffered from the ibs of his guilty conscience he mined to conceal well,.. maintaining' a orageous and even placid exterior, and ubtless he did gain some confidence in 3 inexperience from the length of time lich had passed without any indica)n appearing to him that he was suscted of any graver crime than that for lich he had been arrested. When the inspector visited him, he otested energetically against his treatant, likening himself to the martyrs the inquisition, the victims of the oncil of ten and the human prey of e czar. His nervous excitation urged m to volubility, but the calm, stern tective listened to him patiently, imrturbably, without interruption. Filly he demanded t "If I had oommitted a technical ofase, why did they not at once fine me d be done with it?" auctaen as nguumi^ uiu tsiaJ c,'co irled into bis a bolt of sight that seemto dart down into his heart and cleave way for the appalling question. "Would yon have paid it out of the ipe of Richard Willmarth'f blood?" Chester Sewall staggered backward, id supporting himself by an outspread nd against the whitewashed wall bend him stood silent, panting, with e terror- stricken look of a hunted mature in his wide dilated"eyes. $akthus unawares, with his nerves alady all unstrung, he had no time to ink of dissimulation, if even the rength for it was still in him, and his lilt was blazoned upon his pountenee. "You had better make a clean breast it, my lad. The proof against you it rfect, and escape impossible. Confess, ake up your mind to the inevitable, ra a man anS T7rm will fppl better an yon have since the deed was done." The prisoner uttered not a word, but )wly sank to a sitting posture on the nch, over which he had been leaning ainst the wall, keeping his eyes fixed, if fascinated, upon those of his terDle master. "If you had accomplices, make to so5ty what atonement yon can for your ime by giving them up to justice. If isfortune drove you to the deed alone, nfess it, and you will find sympathy, en in the heart of the girl you have ade an orphan instead of a wife." Chester, with a cry of agony and deair, buried his face in his hands and bbed aloud. The inspector allowed a few minutes' ace to his paroxysm of emotion and en renewed his attack "Come," he said. "You will tell me 1 about it, will you not?" "Yes, yes," sobbed the culprit, "but ve me time to think?an hour?only ie hour?and then"? Without another word the inspector liselessly left the cell, secured its door, rned down the flaring jet of gas in 1 J UJ. nlona e uurriuur uuwiuc, au tuat iuc piwov as plunged in almost sepulchral oom, and returned to his private office wait with confidence for the expira)n of the allotted time. Chester, still weeping, arose tottergly to his feet and staggered to and 3 from end to end of his cell, wringg his hands and moaning. Finally his itburst of violent grief climaxed in a spairing shriek : "Oh, my God, my God, is this the id of all? Oh, my lost youth, my >pe, my love! What have I done with .em all?" Supporting himself against the wall, i passed his hand over his brow with a ized, uncertain gesture, as if trying to ntrol himself, tyo think, to recall someing. Suddenly he paused and stood ect. The thought had come to him. With trembling fingers he fumbled irriedly through his pockets until he und a small pocket comb that had been ft in his possession when he was arched by the police. On one side of 3 celluloid handle, into which the mb closed like the blade of a razor, as set a tiny mirror. He had little fficulty in prying from its place the bit glass. Thrusting half its width into e groove intended to hold the comb, ; pressed firmly upon the protruding ilf until it gave way, breaking lengthise. In doing so he cut one of his unibs severely, but did not seem to noce the fact With the two bits of glass . his hand he laid down upon the bench id turned his face to the walL CHAPTER XXIIL When the inspector came back and irned up the gas before Sewall's cell, | A he uttered an exclamation of alarmed surprise. His prisoner had escaped him. He feared it in the instant when his quick eye caught the little, dark red stream that had sluggishly crept out under the grated door and half across the corridor floor. He knew it when he reached the form upon- the bench and found it inanimate clay. Such had been the desperation inspiring the young man to cast off the burden of life, that he had torn, with the sharp edged bits rf glass, great ragged openings in his arteries, both at the ankles and the wrists, and death seemed to have come to him while he was still digging in his neck another vent for life. All the space between his body and the wall was a pool of blood, and it had run down at the end of the bench to the floor and thence to the door, as if the instinct of escape had been in it A more unqualified confession of guilt would have been impossible, and yet it was fur from being such a one as the inspector had desired and expected. Indeed he was sorely disappointed and annoyed, since he could not help reproaching himself for letting a prisoner get away from him, even through the dark gate Chester Sewall had chosen. Without that confession, however, the evidence before the coroner's jury on the Willmarth inquest would still have been sufficient to warrant them in the verdict they rendered?that the murder was done for the purpose of robbery by Chester SewalL How this hideous revelation of her lover's guilt affected Irma no person but herself was privileged to know. She was a young person of more than ordinary power of self oontrol,'and not even Mr. uyrus Jfratt, wno, witn delicate but pervasive assiduity, assumed the position of chief consoler to her, oould liave seen that she demonstrated more than a conventionally proper amount of grief, all of which was exclusively on her father's account The two inquests, upon the murderer and his victim, were held on the same day. Publication of their results told the last obtainable news in the Willmarth affair and put an end to the "sensation" so far as the newspapers were concerned. So it was quickly forgotten by the public. A few months later there was a little revival of interest in it on the occasion'of the wedding of "the charming daughter of the eminentJgn&ncier, the late Richard Willmarth," with "the able political leader, Mr. Cyou Pratt," when the old story was retold. But not even at that late date had an inkling leaked. out concerning what would have been, as at piece of truly sensational newsj' hardly second to the murder itself?viz, the making of atonement for the long bygone wrong done to Abner G. Hall by Irma's father. The production of the original agreement between those men and its corroboration by the confession of Michael McCaffrey readily satisfied Irma Willmarth of the justice and validity of Mrs. Hall's claim to restitution of her husband's estate. Being so convinced, she was quite willing, even anxious indeed, to make amends for her father's bad conduct, which she said was "just like pa, he was so sharp about money matters, "if it could be done without publicity. And Mr. Pratt, who even before he became her husband had much to do with the management of her affairs, was very clearly in favor of a satisfactory and quiet settlement of the claim. He saw the desirability of silanninn of nnM rrrhat. mi frVlfc nt.hprwise ICXiV/XUg UV VUW ?T MMV v ? become an ugly scandal, containing unknown potentialities of social damage The original sum uud added interest claimed by Mrs, Hall was only a little over $166,000, a trivial amount?or at least not at all a serious one?in comparison with the great estate left by the lute banker to his only child. But the one essential condition to a settlement, which was insisted upon strenuously, was that it must be made privately, without the knowledge of any other persons than those interested in the transaction. Fortunately Addie's happiness in her love and a distinct appreciation of John Latham's merit seemed to have had a mollifying influence upon the widow's vindictive spirit The time was, not long since, when she was willing to abandon the claim for financial repara Lip# Cut to the heart. tion if by so doing she could vindicate her husband's good name and destroy Richard Willmarth'a But Willmarth was dead, which made an enormous deal of difference to her, and she very philosophically concluded that she had no just ground for quarrel with his child. So she eventually gave her consent to making the settlement a private affair, and it was thereupon effected promptly, gracefully and permanently. The only person not a party thereto who even suspected it was the shrewd old knave, Michael McCaffrey, who, seeing no publio use made of the important document he had given up, quite cor ! rectly surmised what had taken place. And he could not bear to be "left out in- the coldL" The happy thought occurred to him when he heard of the marriage of Miss Willmarth to Mr. Pratt that he might "shake a stake out of them," and he discussed with his sonin-law the feasibility of so doing. "It's the boss himself you'd have to be dalin wid," laid Dennis astutely, "if you wor to try that on, an if he was the kind of a man you'd shake dollars out of as you'd shake nuts off a tree sure he nrnnWri't Kn KriHfl You'd better naint yourself red an go playin wid a bull nor try games wid him. The best you'd do'd be to get me fired out of the public works an yourself locked up maybe for all your life." Such possibilities were naturally devoid of temptation to Mr. McCaffrey. The alternative then presenting itself to his mind was an appeal to Mr. Latham, as the representative of the Hall interests, for "something handsome as a reward for long and faithful service in carefully keeping for so many years that invaluable paper." He actually had the audacity to make such a claim and avowed himself cut to the heart by the ingratitude which inspired its contemptuous rejection. After that he declared he wanted no mare to do with such people, and bo completely has he ever since withdrawn from them the favor of his acquaintance that they have no idea what has become of him. When Addie Hall married John Latham?along about the time the lilacs VIaaw TTovlnm onffa00 WfUX WCJLU ill uiuuiu vueumwiu wvvwpw w found much too small for the family. The parlor was the only room large enough for him to move about in, and eVen there he had to be careful how he stretched himself. 'Furthermore, Mrs. Hall suddenly developed a taste for what might be characterized as modest ostentation. "I have lived in a birdcage long enough,"she said, "and now that I can afford it propose to end my days in a real human habitation." They did not realize until about to say farewell to it that the little cottage had become so dear to them. Love had lived in it with them and hallowed it Iawa mas vrhnn f.hor uuv 1UTO TTHD UUl AWII WAUMW vtmw* moved away to a more oommodious dwelling farther down town. He simply went along and settled in congenial permanent quarter*. Mrs. Hall proved to be one of those model mothers-in-law with whom he haa no natural antagonism. In her eyes, as in her daughter's, John Iiatham is as perfect an adopted son and husband as man may be, and, indeed, that happy man has never yet done aughtto" forfeit such regard. THE END. PtsffUancDus Reading. MODERN WBIST. How It Differs From the Kind In Vogue Tears Ago. The old fashioned individual whist of our daddies, where every, one played according to his owu hand, is and ever will be the game of the masses, but in the atmosphere of clubdom and up to date circles the modern style reigns supreme, so a few maxims or timely hints will prove acceptable to many who find that a little whist knowledge is one of the requirements of good society. It was Colonel Drayton, the popular English author, who said: "Many persons who blunder through a game of whist will excuse their mistakes in a very self-satisfied way by saying they 'Dever studied a book in their lives, as they only play for amusement.' Just suppose a lady of mature years sitting down to a piano and banging the notes at random, without any idea of harmony or tune. It would indicate a singular type of mind if when it was suggested that there would be a more pleasant noise if the lady had learned her notes, she replied, 'Oh, I only play the piano for amusement.' " The introduction of "duplicate whist," whereby the same hands are played over, so that in subsequent rounds you hold the good cards, with which your opponents raked in the tricks, has eliminated every element of chance and obliterated that "faint line of demarcation" which Proctor said separates some games from the exact oniAnPAfl The old game was a haphazard, every one for himself sort of a play, depending largely upon holding high cards, and wherein the little ones were of no account. The modern theory, however, is a combination of forces utilized so as to play the partners' hands to the best possible advantage, and introducing a system whereby every card becomes an intelligible sentence in the language of the game. Upon the principle of imparting to every card played all the whist knowledge you possess, it is astonishing to see how much can be said by the fall of an insignificant little card, and what influence it may exert upon the result of the game. Take, for example, the very first card led. The modern play is to lead off with the fourth best of your longest suit. Your partner opens the game by leading eight of hearts. You know, therefore, that he holds exactly three better than the one led. You look at your own hand, and are delighted to find that you are also strong in hearts. You hold king, jack and nine, so don't be anxious about taking that trick ; your partner has told you, as plainly as if he spoke in words, tfcat he holds three better and you hold all the others, so do not worry about the way the suit will go after trumps have been cleared. ONE YEAR AND $1,000. The Sentence of John B. McFadden ExTreasurer of Chester. A Chester special of Tuesday, to the Columbia State, says: The case of Jno. B. McFadden, in* dieted for collecting taxes other than levied, was called at 4 o'clock on the reconvening of court after dinner recess. Intense interest centered about the trial of this case, and the court f house was accordingly crowded with auAiuuo auu uuuuuo opcuiaivia, uvcrjr seat within the railing and in the main part of the bouse was filled; all standing room possible was occupied. Quite a flurry of excitement was noticeable as tb'e officers of the court made preparation for his trial. Mr. McFadden enterered the door with the support Of wo deputies and his son, and followed by bis devoted, heart-broken wife and his grief-stricken children, two sisters and a brother-in-law. As he took his seat to the left of his attorney, ex-Congressman John J. Hemphill, with his wife by his side and his children gathered around him, the scene was a sad and solemn one. Then the clerk, John C. McFadden, slowly read the indictment while the stillness of death pervaded the entire room. As he finished reading the paper was handed the fallen man and he affixed his signature, thus signifying that he was guilty of tbe charge. as juage uary asked tbe osaal question : "John B. ' McFadden, have you anything to say why sentence of the court should not be passed ?" the unfortunate man buried his head in bis hands and sobbed bitterly. Tbe scene was sad and pathetic in the extreme. The large crowd was still and sympathetic, and tears were seen in the eyes of many. Mr. Hemphill rose to ask mercy from the court, and in beautiful words told of the once popular man and efficient officer brought to grief by the temptations of speculation. He plead for mercy in behalf of the guilty man, the sadly stricken family and the sympathizing friends all over Chester county. He produced a certificate from Dr. 8. M. Devaga stating that Mr. McFadden had been a sufferer for the past three years of heart affection and that confinement in the penitentiary at hard labor would cause a speedy death, and banded in a petition signed by about 100 of the best citizens of tbe town, asking for as lenient sentence as possi- ' ble. Judge Gary, in passing sentence, said he would- forego in this case the usual cuBtom of admonishing, and after a few chosen words in regard to showing mercy in his case, sentenced John B. McFadden to confinement in the county jail for the period of 12 months and to pay a fine $1,000. The crowd dispersed and the once prominent citizen was taken to jail. , Moving a Chubch.?Perhaps the most remarkable feat of building moving was that successfully accomplished in Chicago recently, when a large stone Church, with a massive square tower, was jacked up from its foundations and moved a distance of 60 feet to another lot. The church was moved in order to admit light into the rooms of a big hotel on Michigan avenue, at the corner of Twenty-third street. The hotel directly adjoined the Immanuel Baptist church, and new owners of the hotel figured that the rooms next to the church would be worth vastly more if they had more light. They paid for the entire cost of mov ing the church ; bought new land for it to stand on, and also bougbt the lot from which it was moved. The moving was done with entire safety and success.?N. Y. Sun. Medicine In Honey.?The busy little bee has been forced into a new business, that of the manufacture of medicated honey, in a variety of flavors, for as many kinds of diseases. It is a "French scientist," of course, who has brought about this valuable addition to the pharmacopia, says the San Francisco Examiner. He keeps the bees in a large conservatory, or at any rate under glass, so that they can only pasture upon flowers specially provided and chosen for special medicinal properties. In this manner ready made physic of the most delicious kind is garnered. In this way influenza, coughs and colds, indigestion, asthma and many other ills are said to be readily if indirectly reached and while the palate of the weakened invalid and the stubborn child is^tickled, he is being surreptitiously cured. Laying the Cloth.?It is easy to lay a table cloth, no matter bow large, straight, if you once learn how. To use an expression which may savor of a bull, in order to lay it, you must first learn how to fold it lengthwise exactly in half. Double it again from one end to the center and the thing is done. When you wish to put the cloth on the table, all that you have to do is to place it folded in the center, turn it first toward the ends and then over the sides, and nothing could be straighter. It is as important to fold a cloth properly as to lay it straight, for nothing looks more untidy and comfortless than a crumpled cloth with the folds irregular and where they ought not to be. It was the fashion a few years ago to crease the cloth in waves, but most housekeepers prefer smooth shining linen, and so frowned upon the fad. ' ' . ' # . jfeT Salt in solution inhaled cures colds in the head.