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ISSUED TWICE A. WEEK--WEDNESDAT AND SATURDAY. L. m. grist & sons, Publishers. J Jl failing Jdetcsyaper: .jfor flit (promotion of the political, fhoriat, Agricultural, and Commercial Jnfqresfs of the ?outh. {/ER"Bra<S<?PY,BAvE,cmm^xcl!' VOL. 43. YOl-tKYTLLE, S. C., WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 20, 1897. "no784T CHAPTER XIV. INNOCENT OR GUILTY? The provost sergeaut at Fort Robinson is a man who has seen and heard a great deal in the coarse of his army life, and who has the enviable faculty of knowing everything that is going on around him without appearing to know anything at all. It had been his duty, a day or two previous, to expel from the limits of the reservation a rascally pack of gamblers, a species of two legged prairie wolf that in the rough old days on the frontier followed every movement of the army paymasters and lured and trapped the soldiers until every cent of their money was gone. In point of number the gamblers were strong enough to take care of themselves in case of Indian attack, yet rarely did they venture far from the protection of the nearest troops. Driven out of post and forbidden to return, they had simply camped with their whole "outfit" at the lower edge of the military reservation, whore the laws of the state of Nebraska and not the orders of Uncle Sam took precedence. And here they "set up shop" ngain and had a game going in full blast this very sunshiny Sunday morning, and the provost sergeant kuew all about it. He also knew by 10 o'clock that Sergeant Dawson and Private Patsy Donovan of Charlton's troop, with some adventur OUS spiriltj iruili iuc ^amsuu, wac down there "backing their lack" against the trioks of these skilled practitioners, and it was not hard to predict what the result wonld be. "Shall I take a file of the guard and fetch them back, sir?" he asked the colonel commanding, and that gentleman glanced inquiringly at his cavalry friend. "How say you, captain?" Charlton reflected a moment and then replied: "No, colonel. 1 should say let them have all the rope they choose to take. I can get them when they are needed. You are sure about their whereabouts on Tuesday and Wednesday nights?" he asked, turning to the sergeant. "Perfectly, sir, and just what they lost and how much they owed the quartermaster's gaug when they left." "Just see where they are at noon, then, and let me know." And the provost sergeant went his way, leaving the officers in consultation. At noon the soldier telegrapher came hurrying to the colonel and handed him a dispatch. "I feared as much," said the old soldier as he handed the paper to Captain Charlton. "This meaus work for you at once. Let us go to the office. There will be dispatches from Omaha presently. Isn't it strange that no one at Sidney should have heard of the Indians getting over the Platte?" At 2 o'clock Charlton's troop was in saddle, with only three familiar faces missing from the line. In the new excitement the men had ceased to speak of Trumpeter Fred. What puzzled them now was the absence of Dawson and Donovan. A sergeant seut into the garrison to warn them that the troop was to march at once came back to say that he had searohed every stable aud corral. The horses were nowhere about the post or the agency stores, and men on guard said that they had seen the two troopers riding away down White river soon after 1 o'clock, aud they bad not come back. And when Graham reported them absent to Captain Charlton, as the latter in his familiar scouting costume rode out to take command, the whole troop was amazed that their leader seemed to treat it as a matter of no consequence whatever. He returned the sergeant's salute and inquired: "Every horse fed and watered?" "Yes, sir." "Every man got two days' hard bread and bacon?" "Yes, sir." "How much ammunition?" "Eighty rounds carbine per man?20 revolver, 6ir." "Very good, sergeant." And, this brief colloquy ended, the sergeant reined about and rode to the right flank. "Prepare to mount?mount!" ordered the captain. "Form ranks!" and without further delay, "Fours right?march!" Aud away they went up the lonely vali? lUy, ttlULlg C1JC W lUUlU^ ?'dbCl, into columns 0? twos and riding "at ease" the moment they had passed the point where the post commander and a little knot of officers had assembled to bid them godspeed. Captain Charlton bent down from his saddle to grasp the colonel's extended hand and whisper a few words in his ear. The colonel nodded appreciatively. "They oan't escape," he answered low, and then, watched by friendly eyes in that little group until out of sight and by fierce and lurking spies until darkness shrouded them from view, the troop rode jauntily on its mission, Charlton aud Blunt in murmured consultation in the lead and 48 stalwart troopers confidently and uuquestioningly following in their tracks. Who cared that an all night ride through Indian haunted wilds was before them? It was an old, old Btory to every man. Were there "ghost lights" on the Niobrara that night? The Indian spies could swear by the deeds of their ancestors that tho troop soon climbed out of the valley of the White river and rode briskly southward by the Sidney trail, and that every man was in his place in column when they wound down in the Running Water flats at twilight. Yet hours afterward, far to the west, miles away at the Laramie crossing there were twinkling, danc author of '^?^til"fort frayne." "an army wife** Etc Etc. ;P^j* k > *> MPVRIGHT. 1897.8T F.TENNYSON NCEUT. ing, "firefly" gleams?like will-o'-thewisps?through the chinks and loopholes of that old log hut, and when morning came the ground was stamped *vith a fresh impress of half a dozen sets of hoof tracks?shod horses, not Indian ponies, this time. It must have meant "bad medicine" for the Sioux, for when morning came all the bands that bad been so confidently raiding the trails through the settlements found themselves compelled to seek the shelter of their reservations. From Laramie to Sidney the stalwart infantry came marching to the scene, and from east, north and west the cavalry came trotting, troop after troop, to hem in and head them off. The very band that ventured south of the Platte and killed in cold blood those helpless teamsters and then sought the destruction of Gaines and his men, fleeing now before Wallace's troops, were met and soundly thrashed by our friends of Company B, with Captain Charlton and Lieutenant Blunt in the lead, and by Monday night the broad valley was clear of savage foes, the cavalry were resting by their bivouac fires, and then, from the lips of Captain Wallace, Charlton heard the story of Fred Waller's exploit and of the long gallop that brought about the rescue of Colonel Gaines. Our captain could hardly wait for morning to come, but in two days more be was standing by the bedside of his old sergeant at Sidney barracks, and Trumpeter Fred was there too. One week later, in the big, sunshiny assembly room of the old barrack, an impressive scene took place, and a long remembered though very brief trial was brought to an abrupt close. A court martial was in session at Sidney, the general wh commanded the department had himself arrived to look into the condition of affairs about the Indian reservation, and with CaDtaiu Charlton had bad a long consultation, at the close of which the bearded, kindly faced brigadier had gone to the hospital with the troop commander, and bending over old Waller as he lay upon the narrow cot took bis hand and talked with him about Fike Forks and Appomattox and then promised him that his wish should be respected. It was a singular wish? a strange thing for a father to ask. Old Sergeant Waller had insisted that his boy should be brought to trial before the court martial then in session and convicted or acquitted of the double charge of theft and desertion that bad been lodged against him. In vain Charlton represented to him that it was not necessary. Nobody believed the stories now. The veteran was firm and positive in the stand he made. "Everywhere in this department, sir, my boy's name has been held up to shame as a thief and a deserter. There is only one way to clear him. Let him stand trial and prove his innocence, and let us fix the guilt where it belongs." And Waller was right. ? * * Who that was in the courtroom that hot August morning, when the south wind blew the dust cloud into the post and burned the very skin from the bronzed faces around the whitewashed wall, will ever forget the closing incidents of that trial? At the long wooden table sat the nine officers who composed the court, with their gray haired president at the head, all dressed in their full uniforms, all grave and silent. At the lower end of the table was the keen, shrewd face of the young judge advocate who conducted the entire proceedings. On one side of him, quiet, self possessed and patient, sat little Fred, neat and trim as a new pin in bis faultless fa He promised him th<it his wish should be respected. tigue dress. A little behind the boy was his captain, Charlton, and along the wall, ut the end of the room, Colonel Gaines, with his arm still in a sling, and Captain Cross, with his piercing, restless eyes and "fighting face." On the other side of the judge advocate stood the chair in which witness after witness had taken his seat and given his testimony, and now at high noon it was empty, and the crowd of spectators, sitting in respectful silence around the room, craned their necks and gazed at the doorway in bushed yet eager curiosity to see the man whose name had just been passed to the orderly. It was understood that the case for the prosecution depended mainly upon bis evilionAa CHAPTER XV. COURT MARTIAL. First Sergeant Graharu had sworn to the disappearance of the money at the Niobrara and the fact that a; daybreak the trumpeter had gone with his horse, arms and equipments. He also told of his belief that he and the men who sleDt ear him that night had been stupefied by chloroform. Two other troopers told of the loss of their money at the same time. The hospital steward from Port Robinson testified to Fred's coming to him and getting a little vial of chloroform on a forged request from Sergeant Graham. Corporal Watts had positively identified a $10 bill which was in the trumpeter's possession when he was searched, at his own request, when first accused of the crime, as one stolen from him at the Niobrara. He had had some experience, be said, and had made a record of the members, and this record in a little noteoooK was exmmreu w the court. Not once had the defense interposed or asked a question. It was evidently the policy of Fred's advisers to let the proseontiou go as far as it chose, and now caine the announcement of the name that was most intimately connected with the case, and Sergeant Dawson in his complete uniform strolled into court, removed the gauntlet from his right hand, and holding it aloft looked the judge advocate squarely in the face and swore to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Then be sat down and glanced quickly around him, but his eyes did not seem to see Fred Waller, nor did they rest for an instant on Captain Charlton, who, tugging at his mustache, looked steadily at the face of his left guide. Then began the slow, painful, cumbrous method by which the law of the laud requires military courts to extract their evidence, every question and answer being reduced to writing. Sergeant Dawson gave, as required, his full rauk, troop, regiment and station, but hesitated as to the latter point. "I was left hehiud at Red Cloud when the troop came away Sunday a week ago, sir, along with Private Donovan, and we were kept there until I got orders to come here with the hospital steward. I just got in this morning, and I'm told the troop is back at the Platte oro sing." But the matter of station was of no particular cousequence, and the examination proceeded. Yes, he knew the prisoner, Trumpeter Fred Waller, Troop B, and had known him several years before he had enlisted. Told to tell in his own way what he knew of the circumstances that led to the charges against Waller, the witness cleared his throat and began. It was the night they camped at the Niobrara, giving the date, that the prisoner seemed restless. All the men expected the Indians to make an attempt to rnn off the horses, aud all were wakeful, bnt he had most occasion to notice Waller, who didn't seem able to sleep. That night passed withont alarm of any kind, bat the next night it was very dark, the moon went down at 11, and the horses got to stamping and snorting. Witness was sergeant of the guard and all night long hud to be moving about among his sentries and the herd. Abont midnight be had come in to the fire, where Sergeant Graham was sleeping, to clean ont his pipe, that bad clogged. His leather wallet, with his money aud some papers, was inside the canvas scouting jacket that the captain allowed him and others of the men to wear, and he took the jacket off a few minutes while he walked over to the stream and soused his head and face in the cold water, a thing he always tried to do when he felt sleepy. While there be thought he heard a call from the sentry up the stream, and he ran thither, and it was just then that the horses began making such a fuss. He kept around among the sentries, trying to find out the cause, and did not go back to the fire until it was all quiet, after 2 o'clock, and then he slipped into his jacket and overcoat and hurried back to where Donovan was on post below the bivouac. There was some noise they could not understand far out on the prairie in that direction. He never missed his money and the wallet until daybreak, when it was discovered that Waller hod gone. He never beard him steal away during the night and was simply amazed when told of his desertion. The lieutenant had been disposed to blame him at first for letting the trumpeter get away with his horse, but no man could have been more vigilant than he was. "The captain had never blamed him," he was sure from the captain's manner when he spoke to him about it at Red Cloud, and Dawson looked confidently now at his commander, but that gentleman never ohanged a muscle of his face. As was customary, the judge advocate inquired if the prisoner had any questions to ask, and the spectators were amazea wnen ne caimay answered, "No." Big beads of sweat were trickling down the sergeant's face by this time, but he could not control the look of wonderment that flashed for one instant into his eyes at this refusal of a valued privilege. "Has the court any questions?" asked the judge advocate, and to the still greater wonderment of spectators and witness no member of the court appeared to care to inquire further. When Sergeant Dawson left the courtroom and walked away toward the barracks, he knew that all eyes were upon him, and just as soon as he could throw aside his saber, helmet and full dress he lost no time in getting to the trader's store and swallowing half a tumbler of raw whisky. He thought the ordeal over and .'hat he was free. It was with a sensa^on of something like premonition that as he came forth he saw at the barracks the orderly of the court martial, who had been sent to warn him that he would be called by the defense at 2 o'clock. CHAPTER XVI. PRISON AND PROMOTION. That afternoon the courtroom was orowded when Sergeant Dawson retook his seat and glauced for the first time at the prisoner before him. In front of the boy was a little table, on which was a number of slips of paper. One of these was quietly passed to the judge advocate, who took it, wheeled in his cnair ana reaa aioua: "What answer did you give Lieutenant Blunt when he asked if you had been outside the sentry line the night the prisoner disappeared?" "1 told him that I had not, air," was the prompt reply. The judge advocate poBted the reply on his record sheet and wrote the answer below. Then came another slip. "What answer did yon give the captain when asked if any man had ridden back toward the Niobrara the morning the troop left there for Red Olond?" The sergeant's throat seemed to clog a little, but he gnlped down the obstruction. "I said no man went back, sir." "What buildings, if any, were there near the spot where the troop was in bivouac on the Niobrara?" Dawson's face was losing its ruddy hue, but the beads of sweat were starting afresh. "An.old empty log hut, sir. I didn't take much notice of it, sir." "How far from the sentries was it?" "I don't just know, sir?200 or 800 yards perhaps." His lips were beginning to twitch and bis eyes to wander nervously from face to face. "How much money did you lose with yonr wallet that night?" "Over $60, sir?every cent I had." "What answer did you give Captain Charlton at Red Cloud when he asked you if you bad seen anything of it since that night?" "I told him no, sir." "With whose money were you playing cards, then, below Red Cloud on the Sunday the troop marched away, leaving you behind?" Dawson's face was ghastly. He choked for a moment, then seemed to make a desperate effort to pull himself together. "It wasn't so, sir," he muttered; then "Mr. President, this man is in a spasm." more loudly, "It was just a few dollars I borrowed," he began; but, looking furtively around, ho caught one glimpse of his captain's stern face and just beyond him, through the open window, the sight of a tall, straight form in the uniform of the infantry. It was the provost sergeant from Fort Jtobinson. "It wasn't mine, "he weakly murmured. Another slip, and in the same cool, relentless tone the judge advocate read: "What reason had you for taking your horse to the post blacksmith instead of the cavalry farrier to be shod the evening yon reached Fort Robinson?" Again the pallor of bis face was almost ghastly. A hunted and desperate look came into his flitting eyes. One could have heard a pin drop anywhere in the courtroom so intense was the silence. For the first time Dawson be gan to realize that bia every movement had been watched, traced and reported, and still he strove to rally. "He was a better horseshoer; that's all." "You have testified that yon did not go ontside of the line on the night of the oamp on the Niobrara and did not allow any one to go baok after the troop marched away. For what purpose did you yourself ride back and enter the log hut you described?" "I?I never did!" gasped DawBon, with glaring eyes and ashen face. "I"? But his tongue seemed to cleave to the roof of hi& mouth, for Captain Charlton quietly arose, stepped forward and placed upon the table a large, fiat wallet, at sight of which the sergeant's nerves gave way entirely. He made one or two efforts to speak, he struggled as if to rise, his eyes rolled in his head, and in another instant he was slipping helplessly to the floor. A young surgeon sprang to his side as the bystanders strove to lift him, and with one brief glance turned to the court, "Mr. President, this man is in a spasm and should be taken to the hospital." "Very good, sir," was the calm reply. "Major Edwards, will you see to it that a sentry is posted over him? That man must not be allowed to escape." Two more witnesses were examined that afternoon, the provost sergeant and Captain Charlton. The former testified that Dawson had been gambling and had lost heavily in the post before pay day; that on that fatefol Sunday bill after bill he had seen him pay?over $100 at the table in the gamblers' tent down below the reservation?before he interfered, warned him of the departure of bis troop and ordered him to report in garrison with bis horse at oncc. Donovan had merely been a looker on no the mad game in which the sergeant had sought to recover his losses. Charlton stated that after his investigation at Red Cloud he was confident that Dawson was the trooper who rode back to the old ranch and that something must be concealed there. Searching it late Sunday night, he found in the dugout a spot where the earth had been recently scooped away, and there in Dawson's old rubber ponoho was the wallet with his papers and about $200 of the missing money or what his men believed to be such. And then, amid the sympathetic glances of all the court, young Fred told his strange but soldierly story. It was Dawson who asked him to get the chloroform for him at Red Cloud and gave him the folded penoil note, it was Dawbou who suggested to him the idea of sleeping down below the bivouao that evening near where Donovan was posted, and it was Dawson who roused him suddenly and startlingly in the dead of the night. "Up with you, Fred, boyi" he had said. "Up with you, but make no noise. There's the devil's own news. The Indians are out everywhere. The lieutenant's just got a oourier from Robinson, and be and Sergeant Graham have to write dispatches to go right to the captain at Laramie. Yon know the whole Platte valley and bow to get across and reach the Sidney road be low?" Uf conrso Oe did. "Then the lieutenant says for God's sake lose not a minute, go for ull you're worth, keep well to the west until yon cross the Platte and then make for the southeast and warn back everybody who is coming north. Ho says Mrs. Obarlton and the children were to come that way Saturday or Sunday to join the captain at Red Oloud. You can save them if you're in time." Suddenly roused from eleep, Fred was bewildered for an instant; could only realize that his loved benefactors and friends were in deadly peril and that he was chosen to haste and rescne them. Dawson lifted him into the saddle, pressed some money into his hand to bny food when he reached the settlement or Sidney in case he met no travelers this side, led him to the water's edge and bade him lose not an instant He never dreamed of harm or wrong or plot until his wonnded father told him the fool oharge against him after his long and gallant ride that blazing Sunday. Then for a moment the little man broke down and sobbed, and old war worn soldiers in the court turned away with glistening eyes, and the president, rapping on the table, huskily ordered the room to be cleared. Charlton's arms were around his trumpeter's shoulders as he led him to the open air and to his father's bedside. "Cleared 1" he said in answer to the longing look in the sergeant's eyes. "Cleared! There isn't a man, woman or child in all the post that doesn't know the verdict and that Dawson is doomed to four years in prison." And then he left them together and alone. Dawson's trial and confession settled it all. He himself was the thief, who sought in this way to replace the money lost in gambling and to throw upon Fred Waller, should he escape, the burden of the crime. But a mereiful God had watched over the boy in his brave and loyal effort, had guided him in safety through a host of savage foes and led him on to honor and vindication in ine enci. ror mourns mer'j wan uu uuppier boy on all the wide frontier than the little hero of the Sidney route, no happier father than brave old Sergeant Waller. * * ? Long years afterward, riding one evening into a cavalry camp on the southern plains, Captain Cross and the writer noted a tall, blue eyed, bronzed cheeked trooper, whose twirling mustaohe was almost the color of the faded yellow of the chevrons on his sleeve. Despite dust and the rough prairie dress no finer soldier had met their eyes in the long column that went flitting by. "Who is that young first sergeant?" "That?" answered Cross in surprise. "Don't you know who that is? Why, man, that's Charlton's old Trumpeter Fred." THE END. SO-CALLED SAYINGS OF CHRIST. Several Feasible Interpretations of the Most Important of the "Logla." Prof. Adolf Harnack, of the University of Berlin, has just published an interesting monograph dealing with the Logia, the so-called sayings of Christ, recently discovered by Messrs. Grenfell and Hunt. Dr. Harnack calls attention to a possible interpretation of the most commented-on of the Logia, a verse in Ecclesiastes. The verse is the ninth in the tenth chapter : "Whoso removeth stones shall be hurt therewith, and he that cleaveth wood shall be endangered thereby." Prof. Harnack thus translates the most important of the Logia: Wherever they (i. e., my disciples) are, they are not deserted by God, and as one is alone, even so I am with him. Raise the stone and thou shalt find Me; cleave the wood and I am there." These words are believed by Dr. Harnack to refer to ordinary handiwork. He also points out their appropriateness as spoken by a carpenter. Dr. M. R. James, in the "Contemporary," gives two other possible interpretations : (1) That Christ is everywhere and in everything. (2) That be can be found only with difficulty?as by heaving up of the stone and cleaving the wood; analogous to the saying, "Seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you." To use the interpretation suggested by Dr. Bacon in a recent article in The Outlook appears more probable than either of the above?namely, that the true worshipper can always find Christ, wherever the stone may be reared for an altar, and by him who cleaves the wood for the sacrifice.?The Outiook. Spanish Methods of War.?In the three fortresses in Havanua there are now confined 4,727 political prisoners, and, counting those deported to the Isle of Tines, there must be 10,000 of the while Cuban command. From the commencement of the war until this date, 8,274 people have been deported to African penal settlements; 427 prisoners of war have been shot in the Fosse de los Laurels, Havanua, alone, and 103 people, chiefly Ameri cau citizens, have been expelled from the island. Counting the enormous number of persous who have disappeared from their homes and never again been heard of, the deaths of pacificos from starvation aud disease, the captured rebels executed in the interior, the massacres of sick and wounded, and the appalling lines of : Spanish graves marking every movement of the imperial forces, some adequate idea may be gained of the inferno into which the "Pearl of the Antilles" has been turned. During the month of August 23,470 soldiers were admitted into the hospitals with yellow fever and dysentery, and these may be duplicated with the men unfitted for duty but invalided into the barracks of the large towns.?London Chronicle. piacrllancous parting. ON THE SUBJECT OF SLEEP. Intellectaal Activity as It Affects the Need of Sleep. New York 8un. "But I can't sleep," insisted the patient. "That's nothing," repeated the doctor. "Nothing ! Why I stay awake all night." "No, you don't," rejoined the doctor. "You stay awake part of the time and dream some more of the time that you're awake, and betimes you iilaan anil nH IV " Uiwp WVMuvaaj a "Well, you can put it that way if you want to ; what I'm after is something that will make me sleep instead of lying awake, and will keep me from dreaming that I'm awake." "You're going too fast," said the doctor. "In the first place how do you know that you need to sleep any more than you do? Lots of people sleep too much for their own good." "I've been accustomed to my seven straight hours all my life, and I don't know why I should cut down the allowance now," "Some people," retorted the doctor, "come in here and say they've been accustomed to their three square meals a day all their lives, and they don't see why they should have dyspepsia now. There are a lot of possible dangers about too much sleep in the way of causing certain ailments to say nothing of the wear and tear of the nerves brought about by trying to force yourself to sleep more than your nature says, just because you've heard that the normal man spends a third of his life in bed. Why, don't you know that the higher in the intellectual rank, the less sleep a man requires? Goethe and Humboldt got along with two or three hours of sleep a day. Na- | poleon needed only four or five hours, and Kant scolded his pupils for exceeding that limit. Now, you're intellectual." "And a victim of insomnia," added the patient. "I once saw a Chinaman I admired," continued the doctor. "He was wait- i ing for a train at a station consisting of a platform set down in the middle I of nowhere out west. We intellectual i Caucasians fretted and fumed, but my ; Celestial merely Bat down on one side < of the edge of a barrel, rested his feet j against the other edge?an uncomfort- 1 able position, you will observe?laid his arms on his knees and his head on I his arms, and went off to sleep as i sweetly as a child up there on his I perch. It is a faculty that civilization i deprives us of, that of going to sleep at any time and in any place. The Papuans fall asleep when they've i nothing else to do. So do all savages. I So do dogs." i "Dogs can fall asleep at any moment j during the day," interrupted the pa- i tient, "because they 3tay awake all I night barking, as you'd know if you 1 had ever tried to keep one in a house i in the country." i "When you're growing old," continued the doctor, "you may know that ( your intellect is all right and your powers are unimpaired so long as you j stay awake; it's only when you feel I a constant need of sleep that the de- i cay of the mental faculties has set in." j "Then maybe I'm growing young," said the patient. "I used to take a < nap after dinner, and now I dotf't even i do that." "A good thing for you," said the doctor. "You oughtn't to sleep after ] mpals." I "How about the famous siesta of Latin countries?" j "It's all wrong. If doctors wait I long enough a case is pretty sure to I come along that will tell them what they want to know. It would, of 1 course, be easier to cut people up and < find out the things we want to know as the questions arises, but there are i objections to doing that, and so we < have to wait until good fortune injures somebody in the right way. So it happened that once a man bad his < stomach cut open by an accident, and I bis doctor made use of him. The doctor learned among other things that 1 the process of digestion became weaker while the man was asleep. The moral is that it isn't well to sleep after meals. Some people feel the need of \ a nap after eating. That is because I their digestive apparatus isn't in good working order, or because they are 1 gluttons. In either case blood needed elsewhere is drawn to the stomach, and the brain is impoverished. That's t why serpents and certain other animals go to sleep after gorging them- 1 selves." "That may be all right about the ] other man," persisted the patient, "but in my case it is different. I don't t sleep now because I've had a lot of s care on my mind." "Maybe that's the reason and maybe S it isn't," replied the doctor. "Care c works both ways. Toward the end of t his career Napoleon sometimes could i scarcely keep awake at critical mo- I meats in the midst ot a DatU'}. mey j said it was his liver, but ?t wasn't. The same phenomenon was observed 1 among the ancients. A passage was i called to my attention only the other j day from Montaigne's essay on sleep. He describes the suicide of the Empe- r ror Otho. After having made all ar- ? rangements for killing himself, he was so overcome by drowsiness that he fell f asleep, and soon was snoring. In the r same way Caton, when about to make c away with himself, was overcome by 1: sleep, and once the Emperor Augustus, \ when engaged in a naval battle, could c hardly keep himself awake long s enough to give orders." e "All that is very interesting," said u the patient, "but what has all that to J do with my case ?" c "Everything in the world," answer- r ed the doctor. "If we only knew t what sleep was, I might do something c for you that would remedy the evil in s a direct manner; but unfortunately we don't. We're not even sure that we're anywhere near knowing; but we think we are. Do you know what the latest theory of sleep is? Of course you don't. It's only about two years old, and it isn't yet in a condition for popu- * lar consumption. It is too complicated for me to explain to you ; there are too many technicalities and provisional hypotheses and other involved things about it. But the general idea of it is simple enough. You know there are such things as nerve cells, don't you ? Well, we used to suppose that they were continuous and formed a permanent line of communication for ideas to pass over. Now we find, or at lease we minx we nna, mat mey are only contiguous; tbattbey connect one with another by means of prolongations. Sometimes they contract and draw in their prolongations, and then they are as much shut off and isolated as a mediaeval baron used to be in his castle when he raised the drawbridge, or as two cities are nowadays when a blizzard comes along and blows down the telegraph wires. That is sleep. Sometimes a few of the nerve cells remain connected and exchange ideas; that is what dreams are. When you're awake they're all connected, and as you go to sleep they contract and shut off the current. Pretty theory, isn't it? Well, in your case, say, something's wrong that prevents the cells or some of them, from contracting and keeps them excited. So the thing to do is to try to soothe them, and that's what I've been trying to do. Don't worry about going to sleep, and maybe in time the balky cells will get calmed down and will contract and then you'll get all the sleep you are entitled to. Try soothing them. And I suppose you expect me to give you a prescription besides all this good advice and wisdom ?" "I believe it's customary," said the patient. CAROLINA HIGH ROLLERS. A. Poker Game Where 300,000 Was Necessary to "Come In." A wayfarer in South Carolina had 3topped for the night at a rural hotel, where the company was considerably better than the table, says the Wash ington Star. It was an interesting and picturesque assemblage that discussed local topics, and the traveler regretted their adjournment for a "friendly game." The two or three who did not play soon dispersed and left him to his own thoughts. In despair of finding further entertainment, he went to the landlord's desk and asked for key. "Isn't my room ready ?" "Yes, I seat up to have it fixed as soon as you registered. But, you see, that's the room in which the gentlemen generally play poker, and I forgot to tell them it was to be occupied, so they've probably gone ahead with the game, as usual. It won't take long, though, for them to move into another room, and I'll go up myself and notify them." "Couldn't you give me another room so as not to disturb them ?" "Not with furniture in it. All the gentlemen need is some chairs and a table, and there are plenty of vacant rooms where they can make themselves just as comfortable &3 they are now." "Do you think they would let me come into the game ix you introduced me ?" inquired the lonely guest. "I haven't a doubt of it." "I'm not at all sleepy, and I believe ['d rather have their company than their room." "I don't know as you'd exactly en joy the kind of game they play," the landlord suggested, us they reached the head of the stairs. "I'm used to a great many kinds," was the confident answer. "I guess I :an hold my own." As they approached the room they beard the sound of voices through the ipen trausom. "I'll bet a thousaud," said a player. "And I'll raise it five thousand," ;ame the reply in cool, determined lones. The traveler cast an apprehensive ook on the landlord and exclaimed: "Does he mean 'dollars ?' " "Certainly," replied the laudlord. "As they entered the room a man with a gingham shirt and black felt lat was saying: "I see your $10,000 and sail you. iVhat have you got?" "A pair of sevens," was the reply. "It's no good. I have a pair of ens." The traveling man turned to his lost, and in a hoarse voice said : "He didn't bet all that money on a iair of tens, did he?" "Of course, he did. That isn't anyhing." Then turning to the party he laid : "Gentlemen, let me introduce Mr. Jampleson. He's a particular friend >f mine and being somewhat lonely bought he'd like to join in the game. Ind I made so free as to tell him that I didn't think you would have any obections." "Certainly not," said the man who iaa JU3t WOU, UJUViug U13 vuan IU nake room. "Sit down and make rourself at home." "I'm a little bit afraid I haven't nouey enough about me to stay in the ;ame long," he remarked gloomily. "Oh, never miud about that. We urnish the money. This is a gentlenan's game, and we don't take any ihances on anybody's departing with tard feelings toward anybody else. iYe found that there was a great deal >f the money issued by the Confederate itates in this part of the country, and is nobody wanted it we gathered it up tnd keep it here for this purpose, fake," he added, calling to the man tpposite him at the table, "just you each over into the bottom drawer of hat bureau and give the gentleman a iouple of hundred thousand dollars to tart with." y.