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V" ^ ^^ ^ l. m. grist 4 sons, publishers, f ? Ifamitii Jteicsgaper: 4or the jjromotion of the political, Social, Agricultural and Commercial Interests of the South. {TERJ,s?N^E?oP^K,4croTOA,iCE' established 1855. YORKVILLE, S. C., SATURDAY, APRIL 1, 1899. NUMBER 26. GLASS 1 I3y WETHERL Copyright, 1899, by Weatherley Chesney. Synopsis of Previous Installments. In order that new readers of The Enquirer may begin with the following installment of this story, and understand it just the same as though they had read it oil fivim tho hep-inniner. we here give a synopsis of that portion of it which has already been published: Commander Duncan Brett, R. X., having been accepted by Mabel Fenton, on his way home finds her brother George bending over the dead body of a woman. In her hand is the broken oft hilt of a glass dagger?a curio which has hung in George's room?the blade buried in the woman's heart. A man, Fitzgerald, endeavors to take possession of the woman's jewelry. Brett interferes, whereupon the man denounces him to the police as the murderer, and he is marched to the station. Brett proves his innocence and is discharged. George Fenton endeavors to escape, but after a long flight is a last arrested, charged with the murder of Harriet Staples, a woman to whom he has long been known to be attached. Mabel Fenton has faith in her brother's innocence. She tells Brett that if George is guilty she will never marry him, being the sister of a murderer. Mr. Keighley Gates is heard talking about the glass dagger. Brett resolves to establish George's innocence. George describes the murder of Harriet Staples as he witnessed it. She refused to marry him. He turned from her, heard her fall and saw a man running away, the dagger being in her breast. Brett gets Harriet Staples' photograph and discovers that it is the likeness of Lady Florence Mostyn, daughter of the Duke of Lutidy. Brett calls upon Keighley Gates and notices in a drawer of Gates' desk a photograph of a woman which he recognizes as one he had seeu in Scotland Yard over the name of Lady Florence Mostyn. Brett finds a visitor in his room, Mr. Vandeleur, an actor who tells him that be bad nla^ed with Lady Florence Mostyn, or \Tn-vr WAofofn r\r> Hurripf Stflnl AS. OF iUftl J ITWW4II, VI whatever she might be, and through Vandeleur, Brett gets on the track of Arthur Durant and is led to believe that the murdered woman was disreputable. Brett consults Arabella Pridgett and learns more of the murdered woman, as Lady Florence Mostyn, which makes her appear as a receiver of stolen goods. It is discovered that the father of Lady Florence Mostyn had married a widow with a son, who had gone to the bad. ;Brett visits Keighley Gates and meets Dr. Fitzgerald, whom he recognizes as the man who attempted to rifle the body of the murdered woman. At Scotland Yard Brett, is informed that Keighley Gates had stolen the photograph from the album and substituted another. Gates, knowing that Brett is tryiug to implicate him in the murder, bribes Dr. Fitzgerald to kidnap Mabel Fentou. CHAPTEB XV. THE ABDUCTION OF MABEL FKNTON. About 8 o'clock in the afternoon a cab drove up to the door and a sharp ring followed. "Miss Fenton in?" said a tall, lanky man in a harried tone. "Yee, sir." The man entered. "No name?she does not know ma Say a message from Captain Brett?important." He was shown into the library, and a few minutes later Mabel entered. "Mi6S Fenton?" said the man inquiringly. "Yee." "Deeply grieved to be bearer of bad news. Don't be alarmed, but Captain clirtUf onnirlonf TTnonn. UICUU UiCl UllU ouguv awtuvuv. vmvvu scious when I left. Asked for you." Mabel turned deathly white. "An accident? How? Where?" "Near the docks. Cannot say how? bad knock on the head?came to for a few minutes and gave your name and address. Total stranger?but I thought you would wish to know?insensible when I left." A few hours before Mabel had broken down, and it might have been expected that a further blow would have crushed her altogether, but she faced the situation bravely. Duncan was hurt?how grievously she dare not think. He had sent for ber; she must go. "I can only thank you for your kindness, " she said. "If you will tell me where Captain Brett is now, I will go at once." "My cab is at door?allow me to drive you there?time important." For a moment she hesitated, but it was for a moment only. The vaguest, indefinable suspicion of doubt crossed her mind, but tbe next instant it was overwhelmed with the thought that Duncan was hurt and had 6eut for her. "I will keep you scarcely a minute," flhn Raid. It hardly needed longer for ner to pnt on a hat and gloves, and without leaving any message with a servant she flew down stairs and hurried to the cab. "Will yon allow me to accompany your" 6aid the stranger. "I may be of some use." Mabel thankfully accepted the offer, and together they drove off. It was a long drive, and the cab seemed to have more than its share of the troubles of four wheelers. Buses blocked the way, pedestrians hampered its pace, drays threatened to overturn it, and policemen checked it in its mad career, yet its driver, steadfast, if not as silent as the sphinx, held on grimly for the final goal. At Hyde park comer they turned down Constitution hill, and then on the Mall to Charing Cross, and so to the embankment. So far Mabel knew the route well enough, but when upper Thames street, with its discordant jumble of traffic, was reached, she sank back in utter weariness. She seemed to be in a dream?a waking nightmare of unreality. George a prisoner, a sup EY CHESNEY. posed murderer, Duncan hurt, perhaps dying, or even dead, and she a helpless i. ? 1 niinn AtviAflnnO nl woman, torn vy uuuuiunug oiuuhuuo u, hope and despair! From the outside were borne in upon her the shouts of touts and cadgers, the bellowing of draymen, the ceaseless grind of wheels, the endless rumble of traffic. She closed her eyes. Her sight she could, at any rate, control, if nothing more. At last they stopped. Her companion got out hurriedly, paid the driver, and then asked her to descend. It was a horrible, dirty street in a dirty and horrible locality, and Mabel shrank involuntarily as she looked round. Her companion divined her thoughts. "Very sorry, Miss Fenton, to bring you here. We took him to the likeliest house. Drayman volunteered to take him to his home?case urgent?dare not carry to hospital." The girl reproached herself for the feelings of revulsion that had arisen unbidden within her. "Yes, I understand. Is this the house?" For her conductor had stopped before one dirtier and even more neglected than its neighbors. . "Yes, this is the one, I think?No. 15." He threw open the door and stood there for her to enter. An instinctive suspioion seized hold of her. Had she done wisely in coming, unaccompanied, to the place? At any rate she should have left word at home. Who was the man? Suppose it were not true: Yet why should she doubt? Duncan was hurt. He had sent for her, and she had come. The door swayed to behind her, and its clash reverberated through her frame. "This way, madam," said her guide, and in the very tone of the man she detected treachery., "Can I see the woman of the house?" she asked unsteadily. "Why, certainly," said her companion, and his voice made her trembla "Why, certainly?certainly." A slatternly woman made her appearanoe at the end of the passage. "Sally, there's a visitor come to see you. Madam, this is Sally; Sally, this is madam from the west end." Mabel crouched back in an agony of terror. Where was she? Who were these dreadful people? But, still, might not Duncan be there? "Where is Captain Brett?" said she to the woman. "Is he yet conscious?" The woman sniggered. "Capt'n, miss! There's a Salvation capt'n as lives next door, but I 'ardly thinks you'd take kindly to 'im. He ain't a washin man, ain't Billy?leastways, not in summer time." The coarseness of the woman came as a knell on Mabel's ears, yet she dare not give up hope. She turned to her conductor "You came with a message, sir, from Captain Brett. Will you take me to him?" "Afraid he's not here, madam. Sud den recovery?taken up nis oea ana walked," said the man, with a hideoua chuckle in enjoyment of the girl's distress. "Then am I to understand, sir, you have deliberately brought me here under false pretense?" "That's about the size of it, miss." The terror that now filled her gave her strength to make one bid for freedom. She turned rapidly, rushed past tho man and dashed to the door. Her fingers were already on the latch before bis rough hand was laid on ber shoulder. Her despair gave her unnatural strength, aud she struggled to achieve her purpose with the power of a frenzied woman. Tho man was unable to hold her and loudly called for the assistance of bis female accomplice, who aided him with fiendish glee. "Stop that yellinl" said she, placing her filthy paw over Mabel's mouth. "Now, then, Rich, tie her hands, if you ain't man enough to hold 'em. Ah, curse you!" And as Mabel's teeth closed over her fingers she dealt her a blow that completely stunned the girl. They dragged their almost inanimate victim to the back sitting room and fiung her on to a sofa, tied her hands and feet with a couple of antimacassars, and then stolidly surveyed their handiwork. lu a few minutes her eyes opened. She glared round with terrified, imploring eyes. In sober truth her situation was enough to daunt her heart. Here was she in a dirty house in the east end of London, entirely at the mercy of a pair of scoundrels. She had not left the slightest clew at home whereby she oould be traced. She was absolutely friendless and alone, and what was the purpose of her captors she dared not think. "Now, madam," said the man, standing over her and eying her with cruel satisfaction, "kindly listen. So long as you behave no harm will bappen to you. Meals will bo brought in by ?er?this lady"?pointing to the slatternly hag, who grinned in acknowledgment of the description?"but once attempt to escape or arouse the attention of neighbors and you will find out your mistake." "This treatment is infamous," Mabel gasped, "simply infamous. Why have you done it? What is your motive?" Fitzgerald resumed his usual manner of speech. "Meaning best left alone. No good telling secrets. You've come for tho good of your health. Isn't it so, Sally? Whitechapel sanitarium. Renowned for treatment. Perfect cure guaranteed." "And you call yourself a man, and can be so brutal?so diabolical 1" gasped the girl. "Never call names?on principle." "But bow dare yon bring me to this dreadful place and keep me? How could you tell such a cruel lie? They will trace yon aud find mo here, and the law will punish you. Look, I'll make you an offer I Release me and let me go now, and you shall hear nothing about this matter." "Eloquent?young?lovely. Hard to deny beauty anything. Sorry obliged to refuse?deeply grieved," 6aid Dr. Fitz geraia, wnn a mousing uuv* uuu a ?;u ical smile. Mabel saw it was hopeless to try to move him, so she turned her piteous eyes to the woman, who, with arms akimbo, stolidly surveyed her. "Oh, you?you are a woman! Surely ?surely you can feel for another woman's dreadful distress!" she pleaded. "Have you no pity for me?" "This is as good as a thoayter. Bless your lovin 'art, I does as I'm told, and asks no questions. If Rich tells me to take a patient for the good of 'er 'elth, I takes her, and as long as the coin comes in for the grub and lookin arter I ain't upset by no pity." "Oh, if raouey will do anything," cried the girl. "See. here are my watch and these rings. Take them?they are valuable, and you can sell them. And there is a note in my purse and some gold. Take it?take it all, only let me go!" "Best keep still," said the old woman immovably, "and not upset yourself. 'Tain't worth it." "Pretty baubles," put in Fitzgerald ?"dangerous weapons?weak woman. Better keep them safe myself." As he spoke Dr. Fitzgerald skillfully removed every article of jewelry. The purse he returned after carefully shaking out its contents. He untied the antimacassars, replaced them smoothly on the only two chairs in the room and then repeated bis threats in tones that left no doubt of bis intention to fulfill them if necessary. Then,holding the door a jar while Sally passed out, he turned for a final injunction: "Lady understands. No noise?no attempt to leave until cure oomplete. " Mabel had risen from the couch and stood facing the open door. A shadow fell across it. A man'e voice exclaimed: i&M Er; sMi IT 11 | "Stop that yelling said she. "Hello, Rich! What the deuce is your latest?" "Lady indisposed," replied Fitzgerald?"convalescent home." Then the door closed, bud not before Mabel Feuton had seen the newcomer clearly and distinctly. Merciful powers, what did it mean? , Was her reason giving way? A sandy man with a scar across his forehead and with only one arm! "What can he be doing here?" she . oried. "It is Lady Florence Mostyn's brother!" ( CHAPTER XVL MABEL MISSING. It was barely 4 o'clock when Captain I Brett arrived at De Vere Gardens. He 1 had hoped to find Mabel waiting ror him and was surprised and disappointed when the footman told him Miss Fenton was out. "She got your message, sir," the man added. "My message?" eaid Brett, in astonishment. "Yes, sir. The gentleman brought it about an hour ago, and Miss Mabel went away with him." "A gentleman brought a message from me? What was it?" "I don't know, sir. He saw Miss Mabel in the library, and they both went out together a few minutes afterward." Brett was thunderstruok nt this announcement. "What was the gentleman like?" he asked. "Tallish, sir, and spoke in jerka" The description was short enough, but it at once brought to Brett's mind * - 1 J 4....S I fho . ine man no ijhu hcuij iiwiuo unuio?* ?? ? first time by the side of the murdered i woman in South Audloy street, and the i second time ooming from Mr. Keighley < Gates' rooms in tho Metropole. Why i should thiB man have come with a mes- < sage purporting to be from him, and e how could he havo induced Mabtfl to t accompany him from the house, and J where had they gone? i These thoughts flashed through 3 Brett's head with bewildering rapid- > ity, but for an answer to tbem he 1 Bought fn vain. He paced ap and 1 down the room, striving to find some C clew to this fresh mystery, and at ( length, giving it up in despair, he stood 1 by the window, each moment fondly hoping that the next would bring him t the sight of Mabel returning from a bootless errand. 3 The minutes passed with awfnl slowness. Five o'clock struck, but- she had not arrived, and Brett turned hopelessly away from the window. At a quarter past Mr. Fenton came in, and Brett at6nce told him what bad occurred and something of what he feared. ri-J i nJU* in < "MJOUU VJUU, UUIU'ilU I M JJU JO (UOIO wbo could wish to harm her?" "Heaven only knows, sir," said Brett. "I have been trying in vain to oonjecture, bnt we mast lose no more tiuie. I am going at once to give information to the polico, and I tbink it would be as well for yon to break the news to Mrs. Fen ton. At present she knows nothing." Brett hurried off to Scotland Xard. He had been a frequent visitor there of late, bnt the mission that brought him this time was to him the most terrible of them all. He rotnrned with a detective, who took minnte particulars \ from Soames, the footman, about the ] strange visitor and what he bad said, j and who learned from Mabel's maid < what her mistress would be likely to be < wearing. Armed with these scant par- t ticulars the man took his leave, with j the assurance that every power the law j possessed should be set in motion to ( trace the missing one. It was a terrible evening for that bouse in De Vere Gardens. The son was a prisoner, awaiting his trial for murder; the daughter had been foully decoyed. And who could tell of her fate? i Mr. and Mrs. Feu ton were in a state of utter prostration under the last terrible blow that had been dealt them, < and Brett was almost beside himself with tb9 knowledge of his impotence to | help the woman whom he loved more | than life itself. Brett passed a sleepless night and by t y o'clock next morning was again with j the police. Their inquiries had been in , vain. Every likely spot had been searched, all the hospitals bad been visited, , but without result, and the clew they j had was too slender to hope for much ( success from it { With a weary heart Brett turned j away, determined to take a step which ( had occurred to him during the night , It was a bold and probably a useless , one. In his calmer moments he would , honQ nr. nnm dismissed the idea, but he bad now worked himself up into a ter- ' rible state of excitement and bad resolved to leave no step nntaken that might possibly lead to a olew. He walked straight to the Metropole and asked for Mr. Keighley Gates. He fonnd that gentleman at breakfast in his dressing gown. He raised his eyebrows when he saw who his visitor was. "You are an early caller, Captain Brett," said be. "I most apologize, Mr. Gates, for coming at this hour, bnt I feared I might miss you if I called later. The faot is, MissFeuton has been abducted." "Indeed! I am sorry to hear it, but you don't think I have had a hand in the matter, do your" "Hardly, Mr. Gates, but I do think you know the man who did it. I have every reason to believe it was the man I met coming from you the last time I called." "Really! Which man was that?" > "The tall individual I spoke to you about. He called himself Dr. Fitzgerald when I met him some weeks ago, but you said he had given you another name and that he had been on a begging errand." "Ah, I remember the man. " "Can you tell me anything about him?" "I'm afraid I cannot. I had never seen him before." "Can you tell me the name he gave Do you?" "I have even forgotten that." Mr. Gates gave these replies in an icily polite voice. Brett saw the inter- ' rogatioiiB did not please him, and he > himself was annoyed at his own want 2 of sucpess. But he had got it into his * head that Mr. Gates was withholding t information he had it in his power to < give, and he grew reckless. He stared i at Mr. Gates incredulously. 1 "Do you doubt my words, Captain a Brett?" said the other after an awkward 1 pause. c "I do, Mr. Gates. You have deceived * me once and may be doing so now." I Mr. Gates bowed with an absolutely 1 jxpressionles8 face, got up nod moved ? toward the fireplace. ? "Before I ring the bell for the serv- v ant to show you out, Captain Brett, per- t anps you would be kind enough to specify the occasion on whioh I deceiv3d you." "You told me you did not take Lady Florence Mostyn's photograph from the t Scotland Ynrd album and substitute anither for it. I have the best reason for aelieving it was yoC who did this." "Thank you. As you believe I derived vou then, I cannot see why yon 11 same to me for accurate iuformation to- 1 lay. You are somewhat illogical, Cap- 11 :niu Brett, but I believe the navy is not ^ sonducive to accurate thought. As a 1 natter of fact, you have come here this v noruing with the deliberate intention 1 )f picking a quarrel with a man who 1 tvas doing his best to aid you in your li faculties. After our previous conver- ? lation I took the trouble to cable to " he States for information about Arthur % Durant, and this morning I received 1 lews that would undoubtedly interest c ?ou. I was going to send it to you this 1 rery day, but after your insulting re- ( narks further intercourse between us is 11 mpossible. Your metbous are singular, Captain Brett, and I am afraid I canlot congratulate you on them." Saying s-bich, Mr. Gates touched the boll. Brett jumped up and walked toward ;he door. "Mr. Keighley GateB," said be, "if rou deliberately intend to withhold in 'Qnd have mercy upon you." 'ormation that may lead to saving the ife of an innocent man then God have nercy upon yon. For my part, I solemnly assure yon that I will spare no efforts to find out your connection with ;he scoundrel I am at present looking 'or and to discover your motive for interfering with the portrait of the mnrlered woman." Saying which he left the room. TO EE CONTINUED. WAIFS FROM WARREN. Beayy Windstorm?Progress of the Farm , Work?No Blackberries This YearNotes About People. Correspondence of the Yorkville Enquirer. Warren, March 29.?A considerable wind aDd rain storm ; also some '1 1?4 O.. ? J ?I f fn 1 Inn/orl Ku Jttll OUUUUJf Ul^uij 1VI1V1TWU VJ mother atorm of wind and rain yeserday evening has lowered the temperature somewhat, and it is quite wintery again today. Owing to the continued rains farm work is badly behind. I don't suppose tlfere is an average of over two jays' plowing done to the farm in this section. The wet weather has also nterfered with the sowing of spring jate. There has been very few sown, wherein if the weather had been favorable there would have beene larger irea sown than bus been for several veers. When it does clear up, there will be a great deal of plowing to be lone in a very short time. The genJeman from Old Point may be right tbout this being a soft snap; but he lad better make good use of it, for when we do have some fair weather here will not be anything soft in it .hen. The farmers of this section have got heir fertilizers hauled, and although a, sreat many announced it as their inenlion to use less this year, it seems hat there was about as much bought is any year previous to this. Fruit will be very scurce in this secion this year. There will not be any Deaches. There may be a few apples md plums. Those who have examned the briers say there will be no jlackberries either. riat-Aona tvi 11 tip lute this vear. There has been very little gardening lone yet. Mr. J. A. Parish, who has been in >ad health lor sometime, although ihle to be up and about some days, is (till in very feeble health. Mr. D. S. Bates, of Charlotte, is lovvn with his father to take a few ,veeks' recreation. His brother, Mr. S. L. Bates, will superintend his grovry business in Charlotte during his ifay here. We saw a gentleman a few days ago vho was carrying one of The Enjuirer's premium watches, of which ie seemed to be quite proud. There was another wedding at Waren today. The contracting parties vere Mr. J. W. Scogginsand Miss Liztie Hopper. Early in the afternoon, tucompanied by a few friends and relaives of the bride and groom, they Irove to the home of Mr. J. F. Isom n Rock Hill, an uncle of the bride. Jere they were met, according to previous arrangements, by the Rev. J. B. iarris, who proceeded to perform the teremony which made them husband tud wife. Then they returned to Mrs. Frances A. Kidd's, grandmother of tbe >ride, where a bountiful supper was iwaiting them. We extend to tbe mnnv rnnnlfi. our congratulations and ~rvj x?? w vish them a long, happy and prosperius life together. s. k. j. CAN HE DO IT ? Jolonel Ne.il Is Trying to Raise the Money to Make Good His Shortage. ,'olumbia Record. Just before the penitentiary investi;ation took a recess, it was hinted by Chairman Cunningham that arrangenents were being made whereby Cololel Neal would pay up the shortage igainst him. No particulars were ;iven and the committee did not insist ipou a revelation as to the plan which vas on foot, if it would in anyway inerfere with the state getting back its noney. Iu round numbers, the shortage is omething over $10,000 up to date. This amount includes the hire of conicts under the Neal-VVatson agreeneut, with some incidental matters in onnection therewith which amounts o a sum in the neighborhood of $6,000. lolonel Neal claims that Mr. Wataon s responsible for the convict hire while the .latter holds that (Jolonel JNeal is responsible. It is not known how this matter is to be settled, and further testimony will have to be taken on the subject. But should it be decided that Mr. Watson, who made the contract with the penitentiary, is responsible for the hire, then so much would be taken off Colonel Neal's shoulders. Be that as it may, The Record learns that Colonel Neal has already deposited some $3,500 or $4,000 to make up for a part of the shortage, and that more is to come. It is understood that his friends are aiding him in this matter, and that the state.will lose little, if anything, by the very irregular transactions which have been brought to lieht. Colonel Neal said in bis testimony that he intended to pay back every cent, and The Record's information tends to confirm his statement. . WAR IN THE PHILIPPINES. Americans Still Advancing on the City of Maloloa. The movement of the American army from Manila toward Malolos, the Filipino capital, commenced on March 24, is still in progress, and although the Americans have been advancing steadily, the advance has not been nearly so rapid as the American public bad been led to believe that it would be. Malolos is about 20 miles distant from Manila in a northwestern direction, and as already explained, the two cities are connected by railroad. The main body of the Filipino army has been stationed at Malolos for some months, during which the Filipinos have also bad control of the intervening country. The advance of the Amenbans has been directly up the line of the railroad, through swamps, jungles and open fields and between lines of Filipino entrenchments. The advance of the Americans since March 26, has been at the rate of from about two to five miles a day, and every mile of the march has been enlivened by stubborn fighting. Thoroughly familiar with the country and apparently well armed and abundantly supplied with ammunition, the Filipinos have been choosing well protected} or well concealed positions, and stubbornly contesting the ground with our forces. All reports indicate admirable behayior on the part of the Americans. Time and again it has been necessary to charge strong Filipino positions, and at every call the gallant boys have responded enthusiastically. ^ 1A sometimes too ruipiuua wuuiu mauu their ground until dislodged by artillery. The railroad runs close to the coast, which is indeuted by shallow lagoons, extending often to within a mile or two of the railroad. American gunboats are cruising into these lagoons and making it Warm for thp Filipinos within reach. At Marialo, half-way between Mauila and Malolos, the.Filipinos partially destroyed the railroad bridge across the river; but this was quickly repaired by the Americans, who dragged their heavy artillery across the bridge. The Americans were also provided with numerous pontoons, with which temporary bridges ..were built across some of the rivers. Pursuant to the terms of a proclamation of their government, the Filipinos are burning their towns, cities and villages as they evacuate them, leaving to the Americans only smoking ruius, and the country is described as lookiug like a cyclone had passed over. In all the fighting from February 4 up to March 28, the American loss was reported at 157 killed and 864 wounded. The latest dispatches indicated an early decisive battle with the main body of the Filipinos at Malolos. The opinion seemed to be thut uuless the Filipinos should decide to retreat, the battle would be a very bloody one. Trouble In Samoa.?Dispatches of the past few days from the island of Sa noa, out in the Pacific, indicate the existence of serious trouble there. Samoa is under the joiut protection of Great Britian, the United States and Germany. Great Britain aud the' United States are operating together. Germany stands alone. There are two great political parties among the natives, based upon the rights of two different claimants to the throne. The United States and Great Britain support Malietoa, and Germany is leaning toward Mataafa, although in acwitVi an Mdrppment arrived at some time ago, all three powers should recognize Malietoa. It seems that the adbereuts of Mataafa are in rebellion, and they constitute so much the stronger party that Great Britain and the United States have found it necessary to interfere for the restoration of order. The latest information is that British and American vessels are bombarding towns along the coast that are within range of the sea, and there is much feeling against the Germans, who are represented as giving aid to the rebels. Wrecked By a Storm. The Gastonia Gazette reports the A. R. P. church at Bessemer, N. C., was wrecked in a storm last Sunday night. The buildiDg is in a bad shape ; but it is possible that it can be straightened up without the necessity of taking it to pieces. Fire In ColumrIa.?The Columbia operahouse was destroyed by fire last Thursday night. The loss is estimated at $80,000. There was insurance to the amount of $30,000.