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l. m. grist 4 sons, publishers. } % Ifamilg Beirspager: |for the promotion of the political, Social, Agricultural and <?ommei;riat Interests of the |outh. |ter,s?>:cfk co\4.e^iveNcentsANCE' established 1855. YORKVILLE, S. C., SATURDAY, A.XJG-UST 27, 1898. NUMBER 69. ' a lt~ u' ?j-i ,* ?xi, i, vi .it.. . Imitffrowth of wouods inflicted and dis A MARRIAGE BY ROBERT Author of "The Shadow of Man,' i Copyright, 1S97, by Robert Buchanan. CHAPTER II Just outside Newport the highwaj divides into two roads, one winding almost due west along the borders of Clew bay, the other turning northward among the mountains of Mayo. Langford took the latter, which followed the sides of - nUnllnm rinoi- hrawlino- hmwn with a ouaiiun mud and peat moss and swollen by the recent floods. Three Irish miles away, on the roadside and facing the river, was a two storied dwelling roofed with slate and surrounded with farm buildings and cattle sheds Over the door of this house was exhibited the legend, "John Carey, licensed to sell spirits and tobacco," and here, as a sort of permanent lodger, resided Mr. Patrick Blake, the man whom Langford was seeking. In front of the house and behind it rose the steep and barren mountains feathered on the lower slopes with Jtunted heather and grass but for the most |*rt black, shiny and bare. Between them, rushing past the high road, was the river. Langford rode slowly up to the inn. A savage looking man. dressed in the usual long tail coat, knee breeches and narrow brimmed high hat. sat on a wooden seat near the door, splicing a broken salmon rod. He looked up with a scowl as tha horseman approached and then, recognizing him, touched his hat. Langford leaped from the saddla "Look after the mare, Timlin," he said. "J want to speak to Mr. Blake if he's afnome." "He's in there, your honor," replied the man, holding the horse by the bridle and jerking his thumb toward the house. "There'scompany wid him from Castlebar." "" ' ?^ ^ : J ? J J-iangiora encerea me um uiju iuuuu himself in a large kitchen, where an elderly woman was bending over an iron pot Beyond the kitchen was a closed door, through which came the sound of meq's voices. Without a word to the woman, who seemed startled by his appearance, Langford strode across the floor, opened the closed door, and, standing on the threshold, gazed with an angry scowl on the room within. It was a small, low roofed taproom with one window looking on the rear of the house. Its only furniture was a long wooden table and several forma Seated at the table were four men, with a whisky bottle and glasses before them, playing carda Two of these men were peasants closely resembling the man whom Langford met at the door; savage looking, unkempt fellows, with square jaws and lowering eyes. The third man was a little thickset person dressed in shabby 1 1 -1 - ? J A tU A DroaUCiOlIJ, tUJU Wliu a iauc luii ui uw cunning of his class, for he was one Peter Linnie, a small pettifogging solicitor from Castlebar. The fourth man on whom Langford fixed his eyes was different in every respect from his companions. He could not have been more than five and twenty years of age, and he looked even younger. His hair was sandy yellow, his complexion white and bloodless, his eyes large and blue, with dark rings around them suggestive of dissipation. A stubbly red mustache covered his upper lip; the underlip was thick and sensual. He was leaning on the table holding his cards, with a low crowned hat thrust on the back of his head and a short pipe held between his teeth. Coarse and reckless as he?seemed, there was something in his manner and demeanor which showed him to be superior to his surroundings, and his dress, a knickerbocker suit of light tweed, with a collarless flannel shirt thrown open at the throat, was cut like the dress of a gentleman. This was Patrick Blake, one of the Blakes of Ballyveeny, a very old Mayo family. As Langford appeared he looked up with an angry exclamation. "Monomondianol!" he cried. "Who's this that comes into the society of gentlemen without knocking and asking leave? Oh, it's you, is it, Mr. Philip Langford," he continued, with a sarcastic grin, "and may I ask what the devil brings you so far away from Casxi. /> : ) we e^ruigr "I've come to look for you," answered. Langford sternly, "and to talk to you if you're sober enough to listen." Blake flung down his cards with an oath and springing to his feet seized the whisky bottle as if about to hurl it at the other's head, but Liiwie the lawyer seized his arm and whispered in his ear. He nodded and laughed tipsily and sank back into his chair. "All right," ke said. "Come in, Langford. If you've brought us any news of my cousin Kate, we're at your service." Langford walked into the room and stood at the end of the table, confront%T>a Mac* OTAnn "You know well I've brought no newa I've oome to seek it, and I warn you"? "Have a drink," cried the young man insolently. "Here, Carey, bring in another bottle of Jaxnieson and chalk it up to yours'truly." As he spoke another person appeared upon the scene?a girl of about 20, dressed in the short gown and petticoat of a peasant woman and barefooted. She was singularly handsome, with bright BY CAPTURE.: . 1 BUCHANAN, I the Sword," "God and the * Etc. i golden hair, pale complexion and large gray eyes, but her expression was bold ] and reckless, that of a woman who had j 1 *.U<% onH innoriineA nf youth. i "Sorra drop more you'll have this morning,"said thegirL "You'redrunk j enough already." i "Hould your tongue, Mary!" cried t one of the men, John Carey, the land- ] lord of the inn. i "And I'll not hould my tongue, fa- , ther, so long as I see Mr. Patrick drinking bis sinse away and you looking on," j cried the girl, leaning against the lintel of the door and folding her arms defiantly. "Spake to the gintleman civilly, ] Mr. Patrick. Maybe he's here for your , good." Blake laughed loudly and winked at the lawyer. j "Sit down, Mary acushla, and don't ] be a fool, " he said; then, squaring his j chin and looking at Langford: "Well, j fire away. What is it?" "In the first place," said Langford, j "1 warn you that Captain Kennedy and the police are after you and will be here < immediately." A murmur ran round tne room. ( "So that's it, is it?" cried Blaka "It was mighty polite of you to come and tell ma And what may the police want with me, may 1 ask?" "You are suspected, rightly or wrongly, of having something to do with the disappearance of your cousin, Miss Catherine Power. It is well known that you attacked her on a former occasion, and that you've more than once threatened her life. " The young man's face went white with rage and terror, and he uttered a lavage oath. "Take care what you say, Mr. Langford, " said the lawyer. "Mr. Blake is my client, and your language is actionable. " "He knows that I speak the truth," answered Langford sternly. "I know this, Philip Langford," said Blake, leaning over the table and looking fiercely into his face, "that you're what you always have been, a meddler and a fooL Put that in your pipe and smoke it As for my cousin, she got what she deserves, since she came between me and my birthright. Yes?by , my birthright! And if she's dead, as they say, what then? The more fool she. I offered to make her Mrs. Blake and to share the estates with her, and 6he showed me the door. Then you came creeping after her, bad luck to you; but, more power to her, she sent you to the right about after me. She'd sense enough for that anyway " Throughout this tirade Langford retained his self control, but his face grew paler and there was a dangerous look in his dark eyes. He was about to speak again when the tramp of feet was heard in the kitchen, and Captain Kennedy, followed by two policemen carrying their muskets, entered the room. A cry went up from Seated at the table were four men, with a whisky buttle. the men, but Mary Carey remained silent, still leaning against the lintel of the door and watching tho face of Patrick Blake. "You're here before us, Mr. Langford," said Kentfedy. "Well, what has Mr. Blake to say for himself?" "You'd better question him," answered Langford quietly. "Clear the room, John Carey," said Kennedy to the landlord, "and take your daughter with you. Be handy, though, for I may want you." "I shall remain with my client," said'the lawyer. "You know me, Captain Kennedy?Peter Liuuie, attorney of Castlebar." "Yes, I know you well enough," answered the officer,' with a shrug of the shoulders. The men had slunk out of the room, but the girl remained moveless. i "Now, then, my girl," said Kennedy, "you can't stop here. Out you go." I "Wlint aro von to do?" she de rnanded, raising her voice. "Are you i going to arrest him, a giutleman born?" ( "That's our business.-" < "No, it's mine I dare you to lay a i finger on him. and I'll stay where I ] am." j Kennedy signaled to tho constables, < who were about to eject.the girl by gentle force, Wheu Father John O'Donnell < entered the room and, fixing his eyes j upon her, cried: ] "Is it you, Mary Carey, that would i come between a murderer and the law? Down on your knees, woman, and thank j me Xjora you re not wmpjjtu wruu^u County Mayo at the cart's tail, as they used to whip women of your kind long igo. I've spoken to your priest, and he tells me that 'tis a year now since you jarne to confession, and by the same token it's many an ugly sin you have to hide." "Get out, Mary!" exclaimed Blake. "It's all right. I'll talk to them." More cowed by the priest's invective than by the armed forces of the law, Mary retreated, saying as sho went: "Tell them nothing, Mr. Patrick. I'd let the tongue blister in my mouth before I'd spake a word." The constables closed the door and stood guarding it "Now, then, Mr. Blake," said Kenaedy, sitting down, "I want to ask you i few questions. If you can answer them satisfactorily, so much the better for you, but I warn you in the first place that anything you say will be ased against you." "I've nothing to say except one thing," answered Blake. "Well?" "That I'll be even before long with dim that gave information against me." And he glared fiercely at Langford. Kennedy smiled. "You're wrong there, my man. Mr. Langford has nothing to do with the natter. We've had an eye on your doings for a long time and needed no informer to tell us what you were " "All the same, I'll be even with aim," muttered Blake. "Now, then, where were you yesteriay?" "Here and down along the river, salmon fishing," replied Blake sullenly. "All day?" "All day. Michael Conolly was with ne. You can ask him. " Kennedy made an entry m his noteoook. "Just before sunset Miss Power left Newport on her way to Ballyveeny. About 7 o'clock, according to the car iriver's evidence, she was passing the itone bridge, when armed men attacked ke car. They must have been waiting jhere some hours, for we found empty whisky bottles on the grass below the jridge." " What's all this to me?" demanded Blake. "You'll see. Where were you berween 6 and 7?" "Drinking in this room with Michael Bonolly and John Carey. If you'll ask ;hem, they'll tell you I was blind drunk. Sdary Carey can tell you the same. " Kennedy looked at Langford, who ihrugged his shoulders, but the priest, vho had been listening excitedly to the conversation, now interposed. "Patrick Blake, as you've a soul to >e saved, speak the truth. Down on rour knees and ask forgiveness of the 3rod you've offended. Our hearts are Lching?set them at rest. What have rou done with the poor young lady? Tell he truth and save your souL It's I myelf will plead for mercy for you if you eally and truly repent and make concession." "I've nothing to confess," snarled j - ? 1? >> DlilKti, HO yuu UUiy Yvoatcyuuj. uiatui. "Three months ago Miss Power was ittacked by a masked man," said Kenledy quietly. "She escaped, leaving the nark of her riding whip upon his face. [ had a warrant to arrest you then, and ['ve got it in my pocket." "Why didn't you execute it?" de- ; nanded the young man, with a sneer, ; mt although his manner remained full )f bravado he was clearly cowed by the jfficer's statement , " Because Miss Power herself entreated us to pass the matter over. She had ecognized her assailant, but didn't ;vish to have him punished." "That was very kind of her, "said Blake, leering at the attorney. "May- ; 36 she'd her reasons." "Silencel" exclaimed Father O'Donlell. "Speak of that angel with respect jr my stick and your skull will be bet;er acquainted." i "Wheesht, your reverence," said Kennedy. "Now, Mr. Blake, listen to j ne. Miss Power has disappeared, and t is evident she has met with foul play. , rhe only man who ever threatened her ivith violence and the man who at least 1 )n one occasion actually attacked her is , ;he man who had the greatest interest ,n her death. That nrtm is yourself. Under these circumstances I'm going ;o arrest you." Blake sprang up and rushed to the , ivindow. i "You'd better take it easy," said the )fficer, smiling, while the heads of two n^>li no,,, 0,1 nnnenrpri nnffiidfi. UUVIO 'Shall I handcuff you or will you come jivillv like a gentleman aa you are?" Blake decided to come civilly and , was led from the room in the custody if the two constables. As he swaggered | past Langford be hissed between his ;eeth: "D?n you ! Don't forget what I've promised you." One by one the men were called in ind questioned. They all supported Blake's statement that he had spent the previous day in their neighborhood, 5shing in the river and drinking at the Jim "Do you think they are speaking the jruth?" asked Langford nervously. 1 "No, sir," answered "Kennedy. "I'm 1 sure they're lying. They're Blake's ' creatures and, in my opinion, his ac- 1 joinplices. John Carey is the greatest 1 scoundrel unhung and Conolly is not much better. Now we'll have in the ' girl and see if we can get anything out if her." With set teeth and flashing eyes Mary Earey bounded into the room and, folding her arms, defiantly faced the officer. Even then she looked singularly band- ' some. "Now, Mary, machree," said Ken- 1 aedy good humoredjy, "I'm sure you're ( Ck HtJLlMUlU gill iVUU uuu 0 y>auu iu i^uou trouble. Perhaps you don't quite realize yet that this may be a hanging business, and I shouldn't like to think such a pretty colleen as you was concerned in it I know you're very fond of Mr. Blake, of course, and it's natural enough, for he's a fine, bold, upstanding gentleman, but"? "Who told you I was fond of him?" asked the girl, with a toss of the head. "Sure, we all know it, darling, and we don't blame you; but come, now, tell the truth and shame the devil, like oil IIOiltJBL CUlJltKMl, ao x 1x1 oiud juu aio. "I'll tell you nothing," said Mary* setting her lips together. "Don't say that now, for it's unworthy of you. Some day you'll be gitting married, and I'd like to dance at your wedding." She gave a short, mocking laugh. "There's more than me that thought of marrying, maybe," she said, "and yet it didn't come off." "Meaning Miss Power?" asked the captain. "Well, now, Mary, they're saying that young Mr. Blake was mad with love for her and clean lost his head when she refused to be his wife " "He never wanted her," said Mary, flushing angrily. "If he ever went afther her at all at all, it was because he wanted her money, which was his by rights." "And when he couldn't get either the lady or the money he swore to be revenged?" observed Kennedy. "I don't know what that is," returned Mary. "All I know is that she's got what she worked for and won't cause any more troable." "But, come now," said Kennedy persuasively, "isn't it a puzzle what has happened to her? Not a trace of her can ara find fhnncrh wfl'vfl drafireed the riv er from the bridge down to the sea." "Then you'd better drag the say itself," cried the girl with a laugh. "Maybe it's there you'll find her." Langford trembled, and a horrified exclamation escaped from the priest, but Kennedy remained quite cook "Mr. Blake tells me he was here all yesterday, and all last night," he said. "If Mr. Blake says that same, it's true." "Was he in your company?" "You'd better ask him," was the curt answer. "Mind what you're saying," said the officer, with sudden sternness "If you're not careful, you may put the rope round your lover's neck, for there's been murder done, and it's a hanging business " Not the least disconcerted by the statement, Mary looked full in the officer's face and made this significant reply: "Sure how can there be murder when you can't prove that anybody's kilt? When you find the body, 'twill be time to talk." And she walked coolly out of the room. Kennedy looked perplexed. "You heard that?" he said, turning to Langford. "I'm sure now that that girl knows everything, but torture itself would never get a word out of her. I can't arrest her on mere suspicion, but I shall keep a sharp eye on her while Blake is in custody." They found Blake outside the inn, guarded by the police. He had regained all his coolness and was exchanging rough jests with his captors and with his savage acquaintances who clustered near the door. "Keep your heart up, Mr. Patrick!" cried Carey as the prisoner took his place on the car. "Sure we'll all 6tand by you." Blake nodded and beckoned to Mary, who stood at the inn door, her lips trembling and her eyes full of tears. She ran up to the car, holding out her hands. "Mind what I told you," said Blake mysteriously. The girl nodded and wrung his hand. The police car drove off amid dead Bilence, but when Lnngford mounted his horse to follow there was a general groan. "The blackguards!" cried Father John, standing up on his car and shaking his fist. "Never heed them, sir. ! There's a rope round the neck of every one of them." As he spoke the driver cracked his whip and the horse started off, nearly projecting the priest into the road, but while the group at the inn door laughed derisively he clung to the rail and seated himself with as much dignity as was possible under the circumstancea As Langford prepared to follow Mary Carey ran up to his horse's side and - * "1 -Ll- - 1 ! J1. I placed ner iiaiia upon me onuie. "Bad luck to you for this day's work," she said "It's me and mine that will remember it, even if Mr. Patrick forgets. " Scarcely raising his eyes, he 6hook the bridle from her hand and rode "Slowly away, the very incarnation of misery and despair. TO HE CONTINUED. As a Precaution Against Disease.?Tuesday morning 10,000 campaign uniforms and 12,000 bundles of baggage taken from the soldiers coming from Cuba were consumed in several monster bonfires built on the shore of the bay at Montauk. The uniforms and baggage which had been brought ashore from the transports were guarded untri about 2 o'clock in the morning, when they were set afire. When the uniforms of the men were lakeu away officers were not even allowed to retain their shoulder staps. 8W Papa?Did you ask God to give you your daily bread this morning f Bobby?No, papa; I looked in the pantry last night and saw that there was enough to last for three days. gusMiannms jrauuig. ; Ibout mr. featherstoneT ? ] v 5 The Laurens Man a Worthy Repre- 1 sentative of a Worthy Cause. * s RIDICULOUS CLAIM OF ONLY SOLUTION. * . ] _ . _ < Except tor nrzan, iorx i/uumj n?n iiu Salvation In WhUky?Some Logic That ' Is Logic?Rev. Mr. Neville Wants the ^ People to Vote as They Say They Think. Editor Yorkville Enquirer: As I have been asked some questions by people over the county about Mr. Featherstone, the Prohibition candidate for governor, I would like to ? say a few words to the voters of York y county through your widely circulated , paper. . I am not personally acquainted with , Mr. Featherstone; but, as I am deeply j interested in the cause which he has <; espoused, I have taken pains to make ^ some inquiries about him. From what ? I have heard on good authority, he is, , aside from his position on the cause of , true temperance, an excellent gentleman, the equal, I presume, of auy one j of the other gubernatorial candidates. ( He has shown his ability in the cam- 1 paign by being able to cope with all ? the other candidates. He has gained eround. I think, ever since the cam- i O 1 i J paign opened. I have found out { enough about him to know this: I j expect to vote for him on next r Tuesday. He is certainly the can- r didate for York county, if the people ' of this county expect to vote as they say they believe. With one little exception, we already have Prohibition \ in York county ; and the people who ^ are directly interested have made a ^ faithful effort to get rid of that little ? exception. I would like to say, just 1 here, that the refusal to remove the * dispensary from Tirzah when there ? was such a strong petition asking for its removal, was one of the most r tyrannical acts on record. It shows 1 two things. 1. The iniquity of the ( law. A town may have some rights * before this curse is settled on it; but 8 when the dispensary is saddled on a town, her doom is settled. 2. Tire fact that those in authority care nothing, absolutely nothing, for the rights t and wishes of the people. The good people of Tirzah have had enough to } make them believe they were living in ^ Turkey, instead of South Carolina. 1 If there had been no dispensary at ( Tirzah and such a petition (as the one g that did go up for the removal of the s dispensary) had gone up for the estab- f lishment of one there, and the author- 8 ities had refused to grant the petition, t there would have been such a howl ( and cry among the advocates of i whisky as was probably never heard r tr._ t_ " ID Xors couuiy. t It is amusing and ridiculous to hear t people in York county maintain that \ the dispensary law is the only prac- t tical solution of the whisky problem. r No dispensary at Rock Hill, none at ? Yorkville, none at Fort Mill, none at c Clover, none at Hickory Grove, none t at Sharon, none at Smyrna, none at "] McConnellsville, none at Leslie, none ? at Old Point, none at Newport, not a g single dispensary in the whole county t outside of Tirzah ! Aud yet the dis- i peusary law is the best practical solu- ? tion of the whisky problem ! That's ? logic with a vim ! What would York f county have done if Tirzah bad never t been built? Tirzah has solved the ^ problem ! The dispensary law is the c best practical solution of the whisky y problem ; and yet, with one exception, f there is not a place in York county e that will h'ave a dispensary. And if r the rights of the people of Tirzah had ? not been trampled under the tyranni- c cal feet of those in authority, she ? would be today like the rest of the c county?free from this curse. The v dispensary is a great improvement on ? the old barroom system ; but there is c something better. Let us strive for <j this. Let us vote in accordance with g our principles. Let us not vote to x legalize and license this curse which a has blasted so many bright hopes, t broken so many fond hearts and t destroyed the peace of so many happy c homes. c Let me add a word in regard to our v candidates for the legislature. I have fc not had the pleasure of bearing them v I cnan \r hut. inrtorinfr from nublisbed A opvmv , j ?n?c l statements, they all seem to stand on t the dispensary platform. Other can- i didates are shut off now by the rules c of Democratic party from entering the j: race. Therefore, Prohibitionists are d shut up to one of two things: to vote E for men who cannot truly represent 1, them in the legislature on the great- v est question that confronts us, or not e vote at all. I am a personal friend to v all the candidates, as far as I know t them; but I am very sorry they have n announced themselves so positively d for the dispeusary. Of course they have a right to their views ; but when we remember that legislators are the representative of the people, we must bear in mind that the .people have rights also. W. G. Neville. ? Yorkville, S. C., August 24,1898. t Present War Pensions.?Com- fi missioner of Pensions Evans recently d said to a correspondent, in regard to 3 claims for pensions growing out of the p present war, that at the time of the ii conversation only 144 applications bad r been filed. He estimated that there t! will be 50,000 applications filed as the li ;ase contracted during the war. At an iverage of $20 per month the estimaed cost of pensions will be $12,000,000 ier annum. But the commissioner lays it is difficult to make anything ike an accurate estimate. Claims now >n file represent all parts of the Union, ind as the claims are not filed' by itates, it is impossible to tell which lections of the country .are represented. Forty-eight percent, of the claims now )n file are for invalid pensions, and 52 jer cent, are made by widows and ninors who lost their husbands and ofViora in the fiaht. for Cohan freedom. MVMV*M w ? o ? CONGRATULATORY FAREWELL. Spanish Soldiers Send Remarkable Addresses to tho Americans. A document entirely unique in the innals of warfare, was cabled to the par department last Monday by Gen;ral Sbafter. It is in the form of a :ongratulatory farewell address issued ,o the soldiers of the American army >y Pedro Lopez de Castillo, a private Spanish soldier, on behalf of 11,000 Spanish soldiers. No similar docunent was perhaps issued before to a victorious army by a vanquished snemy. The president was much impressed >y the address, and after reading it jarefully, authorized its publication, following is the text of the address is cabled by General Sbafter : Santiago, August 22, 1898?11.17 ?. M.?H. C. Corbin, Adjutant Generl1, Washington : The following letter ias just been received from the soldiers low embarking for Spain : To Major General Sbafter, Commanding the American Army in Cuba. Sir?The Spanish soldiers who calculated in this place on the 16th of Fuly last, recognizing your high and ust position, pray that through you ill the courageous and noble soldiers inder your command may receive our ;ood wishes and farewell, which we end them on embarking for our beoved Spain. For this favor, which ve have no doubt you will grant, you vill gain the everlasting gratitude and :onsideration of 11,000 Spanish solliers, who are your most humble ervants. Pedro Lopez de Castillo, Private of Infantry. Also the following letter addressed o the soldiers of the American army : Soldiers of the American Army: rVe would not be fulfilling our duty as veil-born men, in whose breasts there ive gratitude and courtesy, should we ' embark for our beloved Spain without ending to you our most cordial and lincere good wishes and farewell. We ought you with ardor, with all our itrength, endeavoring to gain the vieory, but without the slightest rancor >f hate toward the Americans; we rnve beeu vanquished by you (so our generals and chiefs judged, signing the capitulation), but our surrender and be bloody battles preceding it have eft in our souls no place for resentnent against the men who fought so lobly and valiantly. You fought and icted in compliance with the same call >f duty as we, for we all but represent he power of our respective states, ifou fought us as men, face to face, ind with great courage, as before itated, a quality which we had not net with during the three years we lave carried on this war against a >eople without religion, without morils, without conscience and of doubtul origin, who could not confront the enemy, but hidden, shot their noble rictims from ambush and then immeliately fled. This was the kind of varfare we had to sustain in this unortunate land. You have complied exactly with all the laws and usages of war as recognized by the irmies of the most civilized nations >f the world ; have given honorible burial to the dead and the vanished ; have cured their wounded vith great humanity ; have respected ind cared for your prisoners and their eomfort, and, lastly, to us, whose con lition was terrible, you nave ireeiy ;iven of your stock of medicines, and ou have honored us with distinction md courtesy, for, after fighting, the wo armies mingled with the utmost larmony. With this high sentiment if appreciation from us all, there renains but to express our farewell, and vith greatest sincerity we wish you all lappiness and health in this land, vbich will no longer belong to our lear Spain ; but will be yours, who lave conquered by force and watered t with your blood, as your conscience ailed for, under the demand of .civilzation and humanity ; but the descenlants of the Congo and of Guinea aingled with the blood of unscrupuous Spaniards and of traitors and adenturers, these people are not able to xercise or enjoy their liberty, for they rill find it a burden to comply with he laws which govern civilized comaunities. From 11,000 Spanish solliers. Pedro Lopez de Castillo, Soldier of Infantry. Santiago de Cuba, August 21, 1898. Shafter, Major General. IcMahau and Mayfleld. In the mayor's court at Anderson he case against Messrs. W. D. Mayeld and J. J. McMahau, charged with isorderly conduct on campaign day, Ir. Mayfield had entered for him a ilea of "guilty," and was fined a nomaal sum. Mr. McMahan was duly repesented, and, resting his case upon he testimony of Chief of Police Dilingham, was found "not guilty."