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ISSUED TWICE A WEEK-WEDNESDAY AND SATURDAY. i. m. grist & sons, Publishers. 1 ^amilj) gewsgajer: ^or the promotion of the political, Social, J^rirulfural, and Commercial Interests of the JJoath. j NCE" VOL! 44. YOEKVILLE, S. C., WEDNESDAY, FEBKUARY 2, 1898. yp, 1Q.~ LOLA CR BY A. W. MARC Author of "Miser Hoadley's Secret," "By Whose Hand ?" and Copyright, 1897, by the Author. Synopsis of Previous Installments. In order that new readers of The Enquirer may begin with the following installment ot this story, and understand it iust the same as though they had read it all from the beginning, we here give a synopsis of that portion of it which has already been published: Lola Turrian, whose father, an exile for crime, is at the mercy of her husband, goaded by Turrian, pushes him from the Devil's rock and supposes him to be dead. Sir Jaffray Walcote, partly pledged to his cousin, Beryl Leycester, proposes to Lola and is finally accepted. Beryl, though she loves Sir Jaffray, magnanimously acquiesces. Lola and Sir Jaffray are married and leave England. Turrian makes bis appearance at the home of Beryl Leycester and learns of Lola's marriage. Sir Jaffray and Lola return to England, where Lola meets Turrian and ignores the fact that she is bis wife, introducing him to Sir Jaffray as a musician from whom she bad taken lessons. CHAPTER X. THE BEGINNING OF THE END. Pierre Turrian amply justified the opinion as to bis cleverness which Lola expressed to Sir Jaffray, for in a few weeks he succeeded in making himself a welcome guest at Walcote manor. Sir Jaffray, .who had at first been led to think of him as a sort of musical crank and had tolerated him as a comparatively harmless individual who could sing with exquisite taste and play brilliantly, discovered one by one bis other qualities, jnst as the astute Frenchman thought it judicious to reveal them. He could be au excellent companion, having a rare capacity of adapting himself to his surroundings. He bad a great knowledge of men, picked up in the coarse of his wanderings over all Europe. He possessed an endless fund of anecdotes, with a clever knack of inventing them to suit any occasion and time and company, and as he speedily and accurately gauged the baronet's character he was able to make himself welcome in half a hundred ways. Gradually the "musical fad," as Sir Jaffray began to call it laughingly, was allowed to fall more and more out of sight until it was rarely mentioned, and Sir Jaffray came to the conclusion that, as the Frenchman seemed to have plenty of money, it bad been taken up as a sort of hobby and was to be dropped as easily. " 'The professor' seems to have developed under our influence, Lola," he said one day to his wife. They spoke of him as "the professor" as a term of friendship. "Wonder what made him take up that fifth 6tring rot. Glad he's Bbed that rubbish." "He seems a man of impulses," replied Lola, "and 1 wish an impulse would take him back to Switzerland." She was very restless at the growing intimacy between the two men and had striven against it, but the Frenchman bad beaten her. "I can't say that," replied Sir Jaffray, laughing. "I like him. He's one of the jolliest beggars I ever met? one of the few men I've ever kuown who can lose bis coin without getting raggy." The Frenchman bad been Rhr?wd enonah to let the baronet al ways have just the best of matters in every game and sport in which they met. "When we come back from town, we must have him here. He'd be the life and soul of a house party, those deadly plagues of the country. " "We can hardly have him here, then, can we?" "Why not? The women?11 go mad after him. I'd give a lot to see the little De Witt settiug those wicked little wits of hers to work to catch him for her snuggery." And he laughed again. The idea of that sharp little woman watching the incidents of the drama that was being played at the manor was the reverse of pleasant to Lola, but she said nothing, lest she should arouse some sort of suspicion. The baronet was as good as his word, and in a flush of good feeling one day he gave the Frenchman a general invitation to stay at the manor as soon as Lola and himself should return from London. When Lola heard of it, she was angry and took an opportunity of speaking to M. Turrian about it. "You must not accept that invitation," she said peremptorily. "No?" And he stopped and looked at her with his eyebrows raised. They were walking on the terrace before dinner, and he was smoking a cigarette. "No. I say no," said Lola energetically. "Because I don't choose to allow it." "That is not a tactful reason," he aid, with a shrug and a laugh. "I care nothing about tact. You must not do it. If you do. I shall stop youi allowance." "That is coarse. We may be?criminals, but at least we should be polite." And he bowed with afficted courtesy. "Give me your real reasons, " he continued, after a pause. "If it is only your pique, I shall not pay the slightest beed to it. You chose this life, net I. I tlid not like it at first. I have grown tccustomed to it, and I find it pleasant enough?for a time, while my plans develop and," bowing again, "I shall live it in my own way." "There are people coming here who may remember a certain notorious gambler and cheat who was at one time known in half the hells in Europe." "Ah, that is most interesting and most enticing. If there is one thing that I do not like about this existence, it is what you call its humdrum, dead alive sameness and respectability. A man rusts in such a place. There is no risk, no dauger, where people's wits are so stupid as here. Why, even a murderess I AWSHAY. :hmont, b. a. "The Mystery of Mortimore Strange," "The Old Mill Mystery." might live here all her life unsuspected, while as for bigamists they would find it a perfect haven of rustic rest." He paused aud glanced at her, but Liola took no notice of bis words, and be resumed: "But wbat you promise me now is just the one touch tbat is wanted to make life life and worth living. You at any rate must see tbat sucb a place is most admirably adapted for tbat form of your English virtue of self denial wbicb consists in denying your own identity. If others can do this, why not I?" And he laughed with malicious glee. "I tell you you must not come to stay in this house. You shall not!" said Lola vehemently. "Pardon me, madarae," and his shoulders went up and his hands spread out as be bowed again, "but I most assuredly shall." "You shall not, at any hazard, "said Lola very firmly, when she was interrupted by Sir Jaffray, who said, with a good uatured laugh: "Hello, you two! I hope you're not quarreling there because the violin mission isn't getting forward." Pierre Turrian turned and laughed gayly. "No, no; Lady Walcote and I are, I trust, too old friends to quarrel over tbat. Her energy is all friendliness. 1 was telling her that you had asked me to come here after your return from town, and I was explaining to her that I am going on the continent for awhile to perfect a plan which is often in my thoughts, and she was insisting that I should not break off my arrangements there in order to return here, because in some slight respects the two things might rather clash. But I assured her that I could not think of letting auy other considerations interfere with the pleasure of a visit here. Of that I am determined, but Lady Walcote is too solicitous on my hehalf." "Oh, of course you'll come if you can, professor!" said Sir Jaffray. "I should be sorry if you didn't. I'm glad you two weren't at loggerheads. I want you to be friends, you know." "I trust we shall never misunder stand one anocner more man we uu u,i present." And the Frenchman bowed and shot a swift, conning Jook at Lola which stnng her like a poisoned barb. "What say yon, madame?" he asked softly and courteously. And Lola hated herself and her accomplice ut being driven into this course of loathsome deception of the man she loved. The moment after she turned and left them. She was sick of the part she had to play. She began to feel already that in attempting to guide eveuts to suit her own purposes she had undertaken a task which might lead to infinitely greater trouble than that she was striving to avoid, and this fear led her to associate the idea of coming disaster with this visit of Pierre's to the manor. While she and Sir Jaffray were in London and the Frenchman was absent the feeling wore away, but as the time for the return to Walcote approached it came back again, and could she have had her choice she would have taken Sir Jaffray right away out of Europe for another long tour, such as that which had made their honeymoon so pleasant But Sir Jaffray would not hear of it. He was anxious to spend the late summer and autumn at Walcote. He longed to see Lola at the head of his splendid old home, and he was keenly anticipating the shooting. Thus he left Loudon full cf the most pleasurable anticipation. Sir Jaffray and Lola were alone in the house for two or three days before oriTT r?f t ho cnpctu name. and during that v- %MV D-" o time Lola struggled against tbe presentiment of evil which depressed her. Bat she coald not shake it otf, and as the day approached on which Pierre Tarriau was to arrive she grew dull and moody and even irritable. She had done all that she dared to prevent his coming to stay in the honse, and the idea of it both angered and disgusted her. She had entered on the deception without at all realizing the constant association with lies which it necessitated She shrauk from having the two men nnder the same roof. She had expected that Pierre would have taken her money, and, after staying perhaps a short time at Walcote, would have gone away to the continent, back to that disreputable, roaming life which he had always lived. She could have borne that, but this constant association with him, his presence in the house and the life of continuous deceit and lying which it forced upon her made her sin against the man she loved so patent, so flagrant, so ever present and pressing that she began to repent that she had ?ver chosen the path of deceit. Sir Juffray caught her in one of her fits of moodiness 011 the day when Pierre Turriau arrived. Mrs. Do Witt and Beryl were also in the house. Sir Jaffray had surprised Lola with her mask off just before diuuer. He crept up to her quietly, and, running bis arm round her waist, kissed her. "What's the matter, Lola?" he asked gently. "You look sad and ill, and both are strange for you, though I've seen you so two or three times lately. Is anything up?" To his consternation, she burst into tears. He had never seen her do such a thing before, and he did not know what to do. Like everything with her, her grief Was violent, stormy and passionate, but it soon passed. "I am a fool," she cried, "a child, frightened by u shadow. If I were to tell you, you would laugh or be augry." "See if I should," he said kiudly "Tell me." Her husband looked at her thoughtfully. "A shadow that seems to be ahead often looms up out of the past," he said. The remark put her on her guard in a momeut. "Partly the past, partly the present and partly the future," she replied. "I have never played the hostess on such a scale as I shall have to here in a few days, and I think the prospect of it unnerves me." "Is that all?" There was something in his tone which made her feel he did not quite accept the auswer, and be took his arm away from round her waist. "You are a creature of moods, Lola," he continued thoughtfully, "and I sometimes think that some of the things in jour past life which yon have never told me depress yon. " "Why do you thiuk there is anything I have not told yon?" "You have told me very little." "There is only little to tell," she replied, surprised at his words, for he bad never pressed her as to auy incident of her life with her father, "and certainly notbiug not to tell." Her quickness to read in his words a suggestion of doubt roused her into an attitude of defense. He noticed the change, and he stooped and kissed her. "When I doubt you, child, I will tell you so openly. 1 am with you and for you against the world." She answered his caress impulsively and threw her arms round him and, kissing him passionately, exclaimed: "Ah, Jaffray, I think sometimes 1 should be a happier woman if 1 did not love you as I do." "Happier if yon did not love me?" he questioned and smiled. "That is a puzzle I can't read. Would you rather that I did not love you, then?" "Ah, no, no I I would rather yon killed me by the cruelest of deaths." And she clung to him. "Then you are a problem I can't solve," he answered, laughing, "but a problem that is very dear to me, solved or unsolved." While they were thus lovemakiug the first of the dinner gongs sounded, and they had to hasten away to dress. Then at dinner an incident happened which disturbed Lola profoundly and marked the beginning of the end. They had only three guests?Mrs. De Witt, Beryl Leycester and Pierre Turdinner I,nlii saw that the Frenchman was taking a good deal of wine. The conversation tamed on what each of those present had been doing daring the past few weeks, and presently Lola saw him set down his glass with an expression which she knew well boded mischief to some one and look in her direction furtively oat of the corner of his eyes. Then he broke into the conversation in a tone which drew the attention of all to him: "My faith, but I have had an ex perieuce, or rather have heard of one, which is, if yoa like, uncommon!" "Aboat fiddle strings?" asked Mrs. De Witt mischievously. "No, madame; about human lives and about something which I am sure you could not comprehend?woman's faithlessness." "I have heard of it," said the little woman innocently, "but if it is anything too dreadful don't spoil it by telling us too hurriedly?keep it for by and by, in the drawing room." "Out with it, man," exclaimed the baronet "It is the story of a friend of mine," said the Frenchman, pausing a moment to emphasize his next remark. "Do you know the Devil's rock in the Swiss mountains? Do you, Lady Walcote?" he asked when the others said nothing. Something in the tone made Beryl Leycester look up, uud she saw that Sir Jaffray's wife was on the defensive. "The Devil's rock, the Devil's rock," replied Lola, repeating the words as if wuitiug for the name to strike some chord of recollection and speaking very naturally. "I seem to have heard of it, and yet?you know how one's memory will play tricks?1 really can't say." And ?he smiled very sweetly. "It is well named at any rate," said M. Turrian. "Imagine a semicircular background of rough, steep crags, with here and there thick, dark firs and pines ou tbem, aud iu the middle a sharp pinnacle rock standing sheer and grim and solitary, joined to the background by it narrow path, each side of which is a precipice stretching down hundreds of feet to the bottom of the gorge. That is the Devil's rock, aud the precipice might be called in truth the mouth of hell." "But what has the devil to do with woman's faithlessness?" asked Mrs. De Witt, with a srnjle. "More than usual," returned the Frenchman, laughing dryly. "There was murder done on that very spot? murder, so far us intent was concerned, and my friend was the victim. I went to the place last month with him." "I'm getting a bit mixed, professor," said the baronet. "My friend was married to a woman who seems to have got the idea of freeing herself from him. She took him to that place one day, told him she hud ceased to love him and that she meant to leave him." "What a very conventional creature!" exclaimed Mrs. De Witt. "She was, of oour.se, a woman of the middle classes." "Scarcely conventional, madame," oowl M Tnvnion him with some hot, bitter words?that was conventional, of course?and when he caught hold of her to take her away from the place she struck him in the face with the parasol she was carrying, and he stumbled back and fell over." "Oh, that's not murder! Much more like suicide," said Mrs. De Witt. "If be knew what sort of a woman she was, he might have known what to expect if he tried force on such a spot." "Wait," resumed the Frenchman. "In falling he caught hold of a point of the rock with one hand and would have saved himself, but she, seeing what had 1 happened, stamped on his lingers with all her strength, bruising aud crushing them and causing him to lose his hold. That was murder." "But you say he didn't die," said the baronet "I say it was murder in intent. What think you, Lady Walcote?" And he topped and looked boldly into Lola's eyes.. "I should think your friend was romancing, M. Turriau, though I can I "But what has the devil to do with woman's faithlessness?' believe that some women might be goaded to act in snch a way to men by whom they had been ill treated." "As there was no one about to see her, I can quite believe she did it, aDd T';e no doubt the man deserved it," <&;d Mrs. De Witt viciously. "And you, MisH JLeycester?" "I am not skilled in the casuistry of murder defenses," replied Beryl coldly. "But if this was such a ghastly place how did the man escape?" asked the baronet "His clothes were caught on a tree in some miraculous way, and after a time of suspense, in which his wits nearly left him, he was rescued." T.nlo V?o/1 orKnnloH horaolf fin rovonl do sign of the paiufal and absorbing interest with which she listened to the story, bnt at this she could not avoid a quick, sudden exclamation: "Ah!" "This part of the story interests you, Lady Walcotc?" said the Frenchman, turning and looking fixedly at her. "No more than the rest, "she replied, keeping her voice under control with an effort the strnin of which was beginning to tell upon her, and she gripped her hands tightly together on her lap as she saw the calm, clear, gray eyes of Beryl Leycester scrutinizing first herself and then the Frenchman, as if she understood that a duel was going on between them. The scene was photographing itself on Lola's memory. The soft yellow of the lamplight, the lovely flowers on the table, those at the table turning to listen to the Frenchman's words, his attitude as ho bent forward and leered, half threateningly, half jeeringly and all audaciously, at her, and through the flowers and ferns Sir Jaffray, upright and handsome, listening with the rest, as unconcernedly as if it were a tale which in nowise touched the fringe of his life. How would he look if be knew who the murderess was? The thought flashed across Lola's brain just as she forced herself to speak in a tone of polite but casual interest. Her own voice sounded to her like that of another. "And what did he do next?" "Ah, that was not conventional." replied M. Turrian, turning to smile on Mrs. De Witt, but looking back almost directly to Lola, with the expression which to Beryl had seemed like a challenge and a defiance. "He went his way. He said to himself, 'This is no common act, and the vengeance shall be like it.' " "Quite theatrical," murmured Mrs. De Witt. "But what was the end, please?" "He let her remain, madame, under the impression that she had killed him. He hid himself, und to this hour he has rnvno 1 orl HlO tmf.h Ho \q WfliHtlS """ ? o until she has takeu some step which will make his reappearance her rniu, and then be will strike, choosing his own time." "What a pity he didn't die!" exclaimed Mrs. De Witt. "He's rather a cold blooded brute, professor. Shouldn't care for many such friends," said the baronet. "Does he come from Montreux?" asked Beryl, and the Frenchman, turning hastily round, met the calm, searching gaze of the girl fixed keenly on him, and in an instant recognized what a olumsy blunder he had made, and while he was muttering in some confusion a vigorous denial Lola, who had turned pale despite her fignt for self control, rose from the table, and at the signal the ladies left the room. TO BE CONTINUED. W3T Whistling is encouraged in some of the public schools of Philadelphia. In the Zane Street school, where the hoard of education has its offices shrill notes from the classrooms above Hoat down upon the committees in the midst of their deliberations. The repertory includes "Yankee Doodle,' "Star Spangled Banner," and "Home, Sweet Home." Strange as it may seem, the girls, after a little practice, make better whistlers than the boys. They enjoy it immensely, and when engaged in these recitations twist their little mouths into the sweetest ol nnckers. WbtT A man went into a chemist's and asked for something to cure the headache. The druggist held a bottle ol hartshorn to his nose, and he was nearly overpowered by its pungency. As soon as he recovered, he began to rail at the druggist, and threatened to punch his head. "But didn't it help your headache?" asked the apothecary. "Help my headache ?" gasped the man. "I haven't any headache. It's my wife that's got the headache." iUisccllancous i'c.uliitfl. ] HICKORY DROVE METHODISTS. i A Few Facts About a Hard Working and t Zealous Organization. In this short sketch, the writer does | not promise anything like the detail the subject deserves. He has made ( considerable inquiry looking to the , development of certain information, t and quite a number of people, who are ( best informed as to the matters under j investigation, have been applied to; [ but the time has been rather too short t in which to bring out many important ( facts which might have otherwise been ( brought out and which will, no doubt, ? hereafter. i That the Methodist denomination j has been operating in the vicinity of Hickory Grove for something like half a century, and that it has made most wonderful progress in a field ' which seemed to hold out but little encouragement to the pioneers in the work, is a fact which is generally known. But as to just bow the work happened to be undertaken at the outset, and the names of all the individuals who contributed their time, labor and zeal to pushing it along, is information which we cannot now give with much satisfaction. There is little reason to doubt, however, that there are still living.iu the community quite a number of old people who, when this imperfect sketch is bought to their attention, will be able to recollect and intelligently state every detail. The centre of Methodism in Western York is Mount Vernon church, a cut of which appears herewith, and which is located about one mile west of Hickory Grove. From Rev. L. A. Johnson, HHP ,i HMHK^BMSlNiMfl^H i MOUNT VERNON CHURCH. ( of Yorkville, one of the oldest Metho- J dist ministers iD the upper part of the state, and from Rev. J. H. Thacker, the present pastor of Mount Vernon, it is learned that the Methodist organ- ? ization of Hickory Grove grew out of i the gatherings which used to be held , at Old Unity, about half a mile away. { Unity, at that time, was a little log , church which belonged to the church people of the community generally. Any preacher of any orthodox denom- j ination who came into the community for any purpose, was welcome to occu- , py the pulpit, and the people of the neighborhood, without regard to denomination, usually'made up big congregations. ( The first Methodist minister to\vork in this section with a view to organizing a church, was Rev. John W. Kelly. In connection with a number r of the best people of the neighbor- t hood, including the late John Smith, t Mr. Perry Dye, "Aunt" Sally Smith, ( "Aunt" Annie Smith and others, the t people were gotten in the notion of t organizing a church. This was accomplished with about 25 members, and in ( 1857 or 1858, Mount Vernon church 1 was built. 1 During the early years of its history, j Mount Vernon had a hard struggle for existence. Most of the well-to-do 8 - .. ? 8 people oi tne surrounding cuumry ( either belonged to the Associate Reformed or Presbyterian churches, and j there was but little material upon t i I MOUNT VERNON PARSONAGE. ] ( which the new denomination could ] work. Rev. L. A. Johnson gave the I church about six years of his time, t between 1870 and 1880, and during his i > labors the general condition of the t church was much improved; but it \ > has not been until within the past six i , or eight years?especially during the I i past four years?that Mount Vernon j i? irv Innm iin os on imnortant i > ima iv ??- -r ? ? ?r factor in the religious work of the y 1 YVestern York section. During this y , time it has made remarkable progress, i and now its continued growth in pow- t l er and influence seems to be assured. ( The present membership of Mount i Vernon is about 175. Taken as a 1 whole, the financial condition of the t f church is not especially strong ; but t there are among its members some of t the most substantial, progressive and t influential citizens of the county, and that the organization is making rapid < f headway from every point of view, is a t i fact that is generally realized even by < the most casual observers. The present i pastor is Rev. J. H. Thacker, who is s > just now entering upon the fourth and t i last year of his service. The board of J trustees consists of J. Ed. Leech, pres- t ident; YV. S. YVilkerson, D.J.Smith, R. L. A. Smith, J. D. YVhitesides, T. ] 1 M. YVhisonant and C. M. Martin, c The board of stewards consists of J. Ed. Leech, chairman and secretary; r. M. Whisonant, treasurer; and W. 3. Wilkerson. In the Sunday-school ;bere are about 60 pupils. Prof. W. r. Slaughter most acceptably fills the position of superintendent of this iranch of the church work. One of the most practical evidences )f the recent progress of Mount Verlon congregation, is the building of he handsome parsonage at Hickory jlrove. This is one of the prettiest >roperities of the kind that is owned >y any church in the county. It was >uilt in 1896. There was not a great leal of talk beforehand. It was desided that a parsonage should be built, ind Mr. W. S. Wilkerson at once drew ip the plans. Then there was a disjosition, as if by common consent, to est awhile. The undertaking looked oo big, and many of the members vere loath to commence. Rev. Mr. Tbacker, however, got a wagon and lome laborers, went to the woods and iommenced getting out timber. This ettled the whole business. The iburcb members from all quarters vilhin the bounds of the congregation ook their teams and went to the asistance of their pastor. Those who vere able to contribute money came lown liberally, and without much deay Rev. Mr. Thacker was establish:d in bis pretty home. . From all appearances, especially if he South Carolina conference sends o Hickory Grove another Mr. Tback.r, the work of Mount Vernon has ust commenced. Continued growth ike that of the past six years for the lext ten years, will make this one of he strongest congregations in the :ounty. THE OLD WOMAN'S RECKONING. A railway train was running at the ate of 40 miles an hour, says the Chi ago News, and was approaching Big >eek, when the air-brakes were ap)lied, and the train came to a stop so uddenly that all bands were startled. Many of the passengers jumped off, * - * - L_.J ind with the conductor ran aneau 01 he engine to 9ee what wa9 the matter. V.n old man with a lantern was comug up the track. "Hello! Did you signal the train ?" isked the conductor. "Yes, it was me," replied the old nan. "Well, what's the row ?" "Reckon the bridge over the creek ias gone down." "It has, eh? Well, if that's the :ase, you've done a thing which the sompany won't soon forget. When lid the bridge go down ?" . "Dunno 'zactly." "When did you find it gone?" "I didn't done find it gone at all, tab, but I reckon it ain't tbar no mo', ifo' see, sab, I was sittin' in the cabin vitb the ole woman 'bout an hour ago, ind it was rainin' and blowin', when ve heard a crash, and she calls out: " 'O Lord, Jim, but what was that?' " 'Reckon it was that bigseycamore ree,' says I. "'Couldn't be. Must be the rail oad bridge.' "' Reckon it wasn't.' " 'Reckon it was.' " "Put, what about the bridge ?" ask id the impatient conductor. "Reckon it's gone, sah." "But why do you reckon?" "Why, at first I didn't reckon. Then the ole woman she reckoned, ind I bad to reckon with her or bev a ow. When I reckoned as she reck>ned,sbe reckoned I'd better come out ind swing a lantern and stop the rain, and that's what I did." "You haven't been down to the sreek ?" "No, sah." "And you don't know that the jridge is gone?" "No, sah. Yo' see, the ole woman ibe reckoned 'twas, and I had to reck>n?" "Get out of the way, you old idiot!" nterrupted the conductor, as be gave ,he signal to go ahead. "But the ole woman reckoned?" "And she's another!" "Both of us idiots, eh?" shouted ;he old man, as the train began to nove. "Wal, I reckon we are. That s, if she reckons so, I'll reckou so, too ; jut if she reckons we ain't, then I'm <oin' to reckon 'long with her, and keep out of a fuss." We found the bridge all right, and 'reckoned" it must have beeu thesycimore tree that went down with a ;rash. TOOMBS'S AWFUL THREAT. A good story is told in the Chicago Times-Herald of how a soft auswer .urned a self-confident, aggressive /ouug man into au exemplary, obeiient soldier. The young man was Robert Toombs, of Georgia, then in lis twenties. He had raised a voluneer company and joined General Scott, who was conducting a campaign igainsl the Indians iu Florida. Toombs vas without militaryjraining, and bad lever submitted to rules and discipine, at college or anywhere else. Naturally, when he met General Scott * no a naaa of oil Rnd WflteT theV v vrao n vuuv w. w. ? __ v vould not mix. Private James White, vho served in a Georgia company dur* ng the war, laughs to this day over a ilt between Captain Toombs and Jeueral Scott. The general knew the character ot lis enemies, and was in no hurry to ittack them in the positions which hey had chosen. He waited, day afer day determined not to move until ,he right moment. The delay did not suit the Georgia :aptaiu, and he made no effort to conreal his contempt for the slow methods if his commander. One night Toombs felt that he could stand it no longer. He paid a visit to he general's tent, where he found Scott engaged in a pleasant conversaion with a dozen officers of high rank. The Georgian was a man of superb ibysique, the finest looking American >f his generation, and when he march ed into tbe tent with flashing eyes and a defiant look, everybody gazed expectantly in his direction. General Scott greeted him pleasantly and in* vited him to join the circle. "General Scott," said Toombs, in a stern tone, "I desire to know, sir, whether the army will march against tbe enemy within tbe next few days." "I am not ready yet to answer that question," replied the general, with a smile. "Then, sir," continued the youthful captain, "I will notify you that unless the army marches tomorrow I propose to go forward with my company into the very heart of tbe Indian territory." When this astounding declaration vi/oa maHn tViA olmnal fainlpH U.XUV, UU1WII>1..UIVU?....?.| and tbey expected the general to administer a withering rebuke. To their astonishment Scott never changed bis genial expression. His eye twinkled with good humor, and be turned a serene and benignant face upon bis audacious visitor. "Very well, captain," was his quiet answer. "Very well, captain, use your own pleasure, by all means. Take your company tomorrow and march into the Indian country. We may follow you a few weeks later. But don't wait for us. Take your company and go ahead. Good night, captain!" Private White says that when Toombs beard this a look of bewilderment, disappointment and anger came over his face, but not a word fell from bis lips. He saluted the commander and bowed himself out. "Did be march bis company against the enemy the next day ?" was my natural question. "No," replied White, "he said nothing more about it. He remained at bis post and was an exemplary officer during the remainder of the war. And he was not chaffed about the affair, either. He was not the man to stand such treatment." I asked White why Scott overlooked the captain's breach of military discipline. "Well," said the old man, reflectively, "the general was a good judge of human nature. He knew that young Toombs was a gallant fellow, who would some day be an honor to his country, and he doubtless thought that it would be sufficient punishment to answer him as be did. He could not Krti)/vna a KaHoi* fKtnnr Thft AOTl_ UOYO UVUO a UVVbVI vuiugi * MV WJ/tain bad lots of sense, and he never again placed himself in such an embarrassing position." CONCEALED WEAPONS. Important Measure Intended to Correct a Great ErlL As already stated, the general assembly, instead of dealing directly with all the concealed weapon bills introduced, appointed a special committee to look after the matter. That committee reported unfavorably upon all bills commited to it, and in lieu of them, on last Thursday, reported the following: Section 1. Any person wearing upou his person, concealed or unconcealed, a pistol, dirk, dagger, slingshot, metal knucks, razor or other deadly weapon usually used for the infliction of personal injury, shall be guilty of a misdemeanor, and on conviction thereof before a court of competent jurisdiction shall forfeit to the county the weapon so worn and be fined in the sum of not more than $500 and not less than $100, or be imprisoned for a term of not more than one year nor less than three months. Provided, however, should there appear to be mitigating circumstances the jury may bring in a special verdict recommending such person to the mercy of the court, in which case the court may in its discretion impose a sentence without reference or regard to the minimum fine or imprisonment hereinbefore imposed, the judge at the same time certifying upon the record his . opinion that such mitigating circumstances were made to appear, and provided further, that nothing herein conolmll n rvnl i; fn noranna Kauinnr lanicu ouau aPt,(J ww |/v*ovuo uwfiug such weapous on their own premises or to the sheriffs aud constables while actually engaged in their duties, or to policemen of incorporatad cities and towns while actually engaged on duty. Sec. 2. That in every indictment for assault and assault and battery'with intent to kill and for assault and assault and battery for any lesser grade, when the crime is charged to have been committed with any deadly weapon of the character specified in the first section of this act, there shall be a special count for wearing such weapon upon the person. Sec. 3. It shall be the duty of every magistrate, coroner, constable and other peace officer in the state to report and prosecute every person who, to his knowledge, or on information, wears, or after the approval of this act, having worn upou bis person, any such weapou as hereinbefore described. Any such officer, who having such knowledge or information, wilfully fails or refuses to report and prosecute the person so offending shall be deemed guilty of u misdemeanor, and upon conviction shall be adjudged to forfeit bis office and shall furthermore suffer such punishment as is hereinbefore provided for persons violating the provisions of the first section of this act. Sec. 4. That it shall be the duty of the grand juries of the several counties of this state, of their own motion to take cognizance of and investigate all cases of violation of the provisions of this act, whether such information be derived from the knowledge of members of such juries or from information of others, and they shall present all persons against whom there is a probable cause. Sec. 5. That all acts or parts of acts inconsistent with this act, or relating to the subject of carrying concealed weapons be, and the same are hereby, repealed. . .