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ISSUED SEMI?WE1EL^ tTitowsT & SONS, Publishers. 1 p. <dfamitg geuispger: <Jfor the promotion of the political, ?ociat, ^jricultural, and tfomm^riat Jnti-rtsts of the google. |TEBMsSmaLK#LpY^iL'L^DTVsAN^ ESTABLISHED 1855. YORKYILLE. 8. C., WEDNESDAY, APRIL 11, 1900. NO. 29. LOVE MD BY JEANNETTE ] Copyright, 1S99, by Jeannette H. Walwortb Synopsis op 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 all from the beginning, we here give a synopsis of that portion of it which has oli-oodu Loon nnblishorl ! Torn Broxton comes to Broxton Hall from college, having been summoned to his father, who is dying. Mr. Matthews, Tom's guardian, passing "Mother" Spillman's cottage, drops a bag of papers. The next morning Matthews comes to look for one of the papers which have been lost. He does not find it, but Jimmy Martin, a gardener, soon afier brings it to "Mother" Spillinan, She pledges Martin to secrecy . and hides the paper in the back of an old chair. Tom Broxton visits the room in which his father lies, finds some flowers on an easel and among them an unfinished letter from bis father to himself. Through ground glass doors he sees a figure tampering with the papers contained in his father's desk. Before he can enter the room the figure disappears. Approaching his father's body lying in his coffin, i Tom looks for a seal ring worn on the finger, but it is not there. Olivia Matthews t arranges with heV father for a garden par- f ty at Broxton Hall on her eighteenth birthday. Her father, riding past the Hall, stops there and sees the mysterious c figure standing over Colonel Broxton's 1 desk. After the lawn party Tom Brox- v ton and his guardian sit at the Hall talking about it, ana Mr. Matthews proposes that s Tom, after being graduated at college, 1 shalljjo abroad to study and declares that c the Hall must be sold, to both of which nmnnoitintw Tnm rifimnrs. Mother Snill man cautions Tom against bis guardian, 1 but fails to convince bim. Olivia rides 1 out with Clarence Westover on horseback. Tom goes to the Hall, where he finds Olivia, who has been thrown from her ' horse, and carries her into the house. She \ is not severely injured. The party remain s at the Hall. At midnight a scream is heard. It has come from Olivia, who has seen the mysterious figure standing over t Colonel Broxton's desk. Two years ( elapse. Broxton Hall is sold to the West- j overs. Tom Broxton is studying abroad. He writes to Olivia declaring his love for her. His guardian writes him that his estate has beeu lost, and Olivia writes bim t that she is engaged to Clarence Westover. n Mr. Matthews' study is burned under b suspicious circumstances, and all his pa- b pers destroyed, including those pertain ing to the Broxton estate. Tom Broxton returns from abroad and settles in the 11 the west to practice his profession. Mr. a Matthews is taken ill. Oliva" visits the c room where her father lies. Half con- h scious, she sees "Mother" Spillman, t( whom she recognizes as the figure she had l| seen standing over Colonel Broxton's 1 desk, bending over her father and accus- 0 ing him of having stolen the Broxton es- h tate. Olivia visits the Spillman cottage, >' where she finds that "Mother" Spillman 11 i f * J.-J A!!..! DOS jusi (lieu, uuvia rwugui4C3 mo i>uau in which she had once seen "Mother" I Spillman searching and asks permission to come again and search for the papers her father lost the night of Colonel Broxton's death. After she has gone Malvina pulls out an unused drawer, and the missing package falls out. It contains a deed to the Broxton property, showing that the property was entailed and could not be sold. Clarence Westover comes in and takes the deed away to copy. Mr. Matthews demands that Olivia marry Tom Broxton to cover up the fraud. Westover seeks Broxton ana delivers the deed to the Hall. Tom declines to avail himself of it. Olivia tells Westover that she cannot marry him. CHAPTER XVIII. TIIE NEGATIVE OF YEARS AGO. "Olivia." "Well?" "What on earth have you done with it?" Miss Malvina was crocheting one of those mysterious receptacles which every woman makes and no woman uses when she asked that direct question with a face full of amazement. Olivia was writing something in her diary which wild horses could not have made her reveal when It was asked. She glanced across the table to find the wide eyes of the erocheter tixea upon her denuded third finger. "I have given it back to Mr. Westover," she said and bent her head quickly to hide the importunate tears. "You don't mean me to understand"? "That our engagement is broken off? Yes, I do. Please drop the subject." Miss Malviua flushed an unbecoming red and looked very unhappy. "1 can't but think. Olivia"? she began in an in? jured voice. "I know?I know exactly what you think. You mean that, seeing you are trying to be father, mother, friend and brother to me all in one, you dear, good Miss Malvlnn. you are entitled to moro respectful treatment. I think so too. But it Is hard to talk on some subjects. I have just made up my mlud that I don't want to marry anybody. I think you are the wisest woman I know. 1 am going to do just like you." "Oh, but. my dear, you Just can't!" "Cannot?" "No. You see things are entirely different with you. Some women are put into the world Just to fill up chinkssubstitutes. as It were, for better things that are unattainable. That's me. The Lord makes them plain, so that they shan't be tempted by man's homage to forget what they nre put here for, and meek, so that they shall not disdain ! their mission. I'm only a chink filler. 1 my dear. Other women he makes so pretty that they must be loved, so tender that they must be hovered un OCT Mllfliri lll^ n nigs, w on vv> >uu, .. Is happiness just to do for them. That is you. You could no more fill my 1 place, OIL'e. than I could fill yours." Ollie looked at her disconsolately. 1 "No. 1 don't suppose there is any chink in the world so small that 1 could till it respectably." 'No. but you can have your pick and 1 choice of lover.s." "1 have made my choice." Miss Malviua's face was fairly Illuminated. With that Hashing ring gone and Westover eliminated, was the road made clear for her dear Tom? Almost involuntarily she called the A WAT. 3. WALWORTH. He took a chair near the sofa on which she was sitting. lame aloud. Olivia recoiled with a ,'rown. "Don't mention his name. 1 have ;hoseu you. You and I are going to lve on just tills way until you get to )e nn old lady hobbling about with a itick and 1 am wearing nose glasses, ifou will have to wear a mob cap. be:ause you won't have any hair at all. ind I will have Just a few gray wisps eft I'm never going to marry any)ody." "You ridiculous child!" said Miss tlalvioa and fell to crocheting again, vitb an inscrutable suiile hovering ibout her thin lips. The first snow of approaching winer was powdering the earth when >11 via dispatched a letter to Thomas Broxton. She wrote: Dear Thoma??Miss Malvina and 1 s'art tor lice In about two weeks' time. We will spend he winter there. She has a cough that makes le very uneasy. Dr. Govan recommends Nice, >ut she will not consent to go without me. She as been everything to tne since my father died nd all my other friends forsook me. She begs me to ask you if you cannot find time o spend one evening with us before we start. She ays I am to ask you to come at once. She especially wants to see you, and a refusal will give er great pain. We had hoped you would come o see us some time without waiting for a formal avltation, but since you have not we are sending he invitation. We understand that you are one f the busiest men in the world and that you ave invented something that is going to make ou rich and famous. Come and tell us all about t for auld lang sync's sake. Your friends, Malvina Spillman and Olivia Matthews. With the pen suspended over her >wu signature Olivia fell Into a som>er reverie. Quite a year now since ier father with his last breath hud )idden her marry this man, almost as ong since, iu the spirit of compromise, ihe had sent from her the man she oved and declared her intention to narry uo one. Surely the hurt she tad inflicted upon herself might be aken as expiation for lack of obellence. If she had denied Thomas mnnlness. she had also denied it to lerself. Would Clarence come back, as he lad said he would? She doubted it She narveled languidly at her own utter ndifference to his coining. Was she jecoming like Miss Malvina in her 'rank indifference to all men? She mew that the Westovers had come >ack to Bro.xton Hall, for Jeanne had :ome once to see her. only once, to upjrald her for her maltreatment of 'poor dear Clarrle." But from him nev?r a word had come back. Of him the japers kept her well informed. Now he was in St. Petersburg, again n Florence. Then a woman's name :rept in. and the Mandeville Morning Sews informed its readers that rumors from a reliable source announced he pleasant fact that when Mr. Clar?nee Westover did return to America Broxton Ilall would become the home )f a lovely Parisleune. The lady was he foreign born daughter of a oue time American embassador to France. Ollie liad read tills item among the local brevities and had passed the morning's paper across to Miss Mai rlna. Miss Malviua had read It and looked at the girl so timidly that Ollie lad laughed aloud. "You are watching to see me swoon? I am wondering myself why 1 don't feel any of the proper . motlous on the occasion. It must be because I am so much more Interested u Granny Maxwell's winter flannels." All of this came back to her when she wrote that note of Invitation to Tom Broxton. "Could anything be bolder?" she ask?d, blushing a vivid pink as she alflxed the stamp. "Could anything be more studiously polite?" Tom asked himself as he crammed the letter in his pocket to be reread after business hours. A letter from Olivia was not in itself i disturbing occurrence. They had never ceased writing to each other In n desultory way. The total lack of mention of Westover's name, especially as he always made free use of it himself, struck him as a piece of uncalled for consideration for himself. Somewhat in the old time fashion she wrote to him about his work. He dwelt upon It rather lengthily In reply, as much to cover space as anything else. The line was comfortably taut between friendship and the old disturbing sentiment. Miss Malvlua considered It a bad sign that OHie always passed Tom's letters over to her to read. Together they rejoiced over his rapid ascent of tils chosen ladder, but she mourued over the absence of sentiment. "Oh, 1 always knew." Miss Malvlna would say after every letter, "that you could not down Tom Broxton! He is his father all over again, and when that is said all is said that need be to describe a grand man. 1 wish he would marry some, good. swget_girl that would make a real home for him. "So do I." Olivia would reply promptly. But as the mouths rolled by Ollle's "So do I" grew less and less emphatic, and when the prospect of a long absence from home stared her In the face she was distinctly conscious of a longing desire for the dear old companion of her childish days. Folding up his latest letter, this longing bad found wistful utterance. "I wish we could see the dear boy before we cross the ocean." And Miss Malvlna. always lying In wait for her opportunity, had echoed the wish with such fervor that the letter Tom called "formal" and Ollle "bold" was the logical outcome. A week after It had been dispatched Miss MalvlDa. passing through the library with her arms piled high with slip covers to shroud the parlor furniture, baited to rouse the girl from one of her somber reveries. "Has Tom ?ent any answer to our Invitation yet, dear?" "Oh, yes! I meant to have shown you his note. It has just come?very short. 1 am glad be did uot make his stenographer typewrite It." Said Miss Malvina with ready championship, "No doubt Thomas Is a very busy man, but 1 am sure he could never do a discourteous thing." Olivia read the short note aloud with her pretty head held at an angle of resentment: My Dear Little Friend?I am truly glad that you and Miss Malvina are going to leave Mandcville for a change, but am sorry to think you go on account of her health. If you will let me come to you on the Sunday before your departure, It will give me the greatest pleasure to dine with my old friends on that day. I promise to be punctual. Taking your consent for granted, I am faithfully yours. Thomas Broito.n. There were two red spots burning Id Olivia's cheeks as she flung this note down upon her desk. "Could anything be more Insufferable? He graciously accords us an hour or two of his valuable time." Miss Malvina looked Imploriugly at the flushed young face over the pile of covers she was resting on the desk. "Disappointing, Ollie, decidedly, but not insufferable." "1 say Insufferable and abominably patronizing. Ills dear little friend, and he is glad 1 am going away! Not that I wanted or expected him to be sorry." "I think he meant be was glad on our account, dear. Perhaps he thinks?I mean he did not tninK ue nau any right to?you know he don't? Perhaps he thinks you are?you are"? "That I am what. Miss Malvlna? Please do finish at least one of your sentences. 1 don't know anything more trying than such verbal convulsions." "I meunt that perhaps he thinks you are moping ubout Clarence Westover, or perhaps he don't know about the breaking off. But. yes. he does." " 'Yes, he does?' What does he know about Mr. Westover and myself?" Miss Malvlna blushed guiltily. "I am afraid I did?1 did?I wrote to him about the engagement being broken." Olivia looked at her Icily, but the hot blood of humiliation dyed her cheeks and forehead. "Oh. you did! And perhaps you also asked him to come and assume the task of consolation?" "Olivia, you know 1 did not." "You have covered me with confusion. I am sorry that invitation ever went to him. He has only accepted It because he could not refuse. Oh, it Is all horrid, just loo horrid for anything! He has a right to think me a bold, in delicate wretch, i don't doubt for a moment that he does." At which Miss Malvina flamed up. "You never were just to Thomas Broxton. and 1 suppose you never will be. You are always Judging him by commonplace standards, and they don't fit him at all. He is a man incapable of harboring a mean thought -or committing a mean action. If you had ever been worthy of hitu. Olivia, you never would have played at being in love with a man not worthy of breathing the same air with 1dm." With which burst of eloquence Miss Malvina gathered up her chair covers and went about her business. She observed with secret satisfaction, however. that as the time approached for Thomas' arrival Ollie's spirits rose most unaccountably. Her black dresses made her look pallid always now. but on that Sunday morning the softest of pink flushes dyed her delicate skin, and?oh. the guile of woman!? Tom's favorite shade of chrysanthemums, a rich mahogany color, was piled high in a great glass bowl upon the hall table. Tom timed his arrival carefully. Just in time for dinner, but when dinner was over Miss Malvlna herself suddenly developed an amount of guile no one would ever have credited her with. "I've got so much to do. Torn, that I can't afford to remember the Sabbath day to keep It holy. I am going to count nil the silver this afternoon and interview Reuben about a caretaker he wants us to leave in the house. I will have to leave you on Ollie's hands for a little while, but don't you dare to run away until 1 have had my private interview. There are some things 1 want you to do for me about the Lodge." She nodded her little corkscrew curls gayly and trotted away, leaving Olivia almost gasping for breath. It was left to Tom to relieve the strained sltuutlou. He had been Inspecting a newly executed portrait of his guardian while Miss Malvina bad rattled off her apologies. Olivia had asked his opinion of the painting, and he bad given It He came over now and took a chair uear the sofa on which she was sitting. It was as If he had put up a bar between them. Simple as the act was, it made it very bard for her to hold fast by a resolve she had come to. She wished he had seated himself on the sofa by her side. He would have done so once. She lifted shy eyes lo his as he said easily: "And so my little sister is going out to see the great world? Tell me something of your route." She was so intent upon her own line of thought that she did not answer. IIow cniin and self possessed lie look ed! What a strong, forceful face his 11 had become! Scarcely a vestige was si left of the shy, bashful boy she used to fi patronize and torment, sure of his al- h ways loving her. Tom had grown S away from her. q "Or perhaps," said Tom, filling In si what threatened to become an awk- ei ward pause, "you have not marked f< out any arbitrary route. So much the a better. Are you going career co in ice t "Yes, I suppose so. I don't know. A It will be the Innocents abroad when a Miss Malvlna and I slip our moorings." * t< She laughed hysterically. How could she ever say "ItV" How could she go ll away without saying "It?" She felt ^ like a leaf In a winter storm. How h cool and steady his voice was! a "You will meet with agreeable sur- ^ prises In that respect Everything Is ? so simplified and systematized nowadays that women can travel over the " world with Impunity. I am sure you I will enjoy It" t< "And 1 am sure 1 shall not. I never d expect to enjoy anything again. Tom. 81 as long as I live, never?anything at 1( all." t> Her eyes were wet wltb unshed e< tears; her cheeks were hot with un- e bidden blushes; her clasped hands p trembled visibly; her excitement was c: getting beyond her control. Broxton ci looked at her In grave surprise. Then V a smile of pity came Into his fine face. "You are young yet Ollie, so young, o and to the young sorrow has such a dreadful finality In seeming. But It v is only In seeming, little friend. We a can outlive and live down about all p the troubles a malicious fate can con- A celve of for our torment If we will ti only believe In ourselves, be true to o the best In us." a She looked at him with the ghost of a smile on her lips. "That sounds dreadfully experienced. Tom." "And am 1 not experienced? Not." he added, with quick thought for her. "that 1 am quarreling with destiny. My philosophy Is that all that is Is right" "That Is fatalism, and 1 do not think fatalism Is healthy, especially for so young a man. You see, I have not forgotten how to And fault with you. Tom." "No. Come, now, this grows promising. I lived In Germany just long enough to acquire a taste for metaphysics and to miscall myself a philosopher. We don't Indulge along that j line at the works. Let me hear you define fatalism." His cool acceptance of the existing status of things exasperated her most nnreasonably. "You are turning my meaning Into a Jest, Thomas. I suppose I am not ? worth a serious thought nowadays, so you are obliged to think of me as a d good joke. No; I don't mean that at n all, for that Implies that you do some- b times think about me." I "I am glad you do not mean It We b have been good friends too long to li quarrel with each other Just as you are tl about to put the ocean between us, and e we would have no chance to make up Inside of a whole year." n Nothing could be more matter of s< nr>tViin<T ipqq loverlike than his li entire bearing from the moment of bis b arrival. If only she could tblnk be n was acting a part If only she could d think he felt as he had once felt to- 1 ward her, wanted what he once want- a ed?her?It would make It easier for a her. Before he had come she, standing before her father's portrait had regis- S tered a silent promise. v "I will try to do your bidding to the bi utmost father. Heretofore I have only v refrained from doing that which s< would have come between me and It. fl I am going to marry Thomas Broxton. o Then your sad, pleading voice will die f; out of my memory perhaps." But Tom was making it so dread- p fully difficult She took the plunge s presently. Her voice trembled at the n start. J "Thomas, I am going to ask you a n question before we part Will you an- g swer It very honestly?" "That depends." He smiled down calmly Into her troubled face. Her eyes fell before the cool steadiness of his. She clasped her hands c tightly upon her lap. "I want to ask you how long you j were standing In the doorway of fa- .j ther's room that?night?before you b closed the door so softly that I thought It was the night wind?" A troubled look came Into his eyes. ^ He had not expected this direct catechising. He answered lnconsequently: ^ "Reuben Is a bungling old Idiot. He ^ told me his orders were to send me direct to my guardian. When I got there. ? I found you were with him, and It was ^ no time for me to Intrude." ^ "Nora saw you close the door. She told me long afterward. 1 want to ^ know, Thomas, how long you had been there." He moved restlessly in his chair. For her sake he wished he might evade the truth. "Not very long?in fact, only * a second or two." "Were?you?there?long enough to hear my father's last words?" s He remained stubbornly silent. She j raised her eyes In desperation. He was looking at her pityingly. It was In- * tolerable. She lifted her head defiantly* ' "You will please answer me, Thorn- * as. It Is necessary that you should. ' Did you hear my father's last words?" "I heard him lay a command upon 0 you," came with slow reluctance in an- t swer. " 1 ?J ?wno/ItT AKatt IKa_i "ADU I?UUl? tu uucj vu? ^ command." _ The words escaped her in a husky t whisper. Her head drooped as If weighted earthward by the dreadful humiliation of the moment. Would he never say anything to ease the smart of those words? F The darkening air was heavy with the fragrance of the dowers she had plucked for him. A boy's shrill whistle v came through the window to her ears v discordantly. She could hear old Reu- B ben call the dogs to their dinner. Ev- ^ cry sense was on. the ulect. It was as |a ' her nerves had neen laid bare by a nrgeon's knife. She bad tried to ful11 the command of tlie dying. She ad offered herself to Thomas Broxton. he was vindicating her tardiness and ucstlonlng the cruelty that kept him (lent in the same breath. Tom's voice, tirely unshaken by Its burden of jeling, brought her back to the molent she had to deal with. "Poor little girl! My poor little Ollle! .nd you thought so meanly of me as 11 that?" "Meanly of you, Tom?" she managed ) ask. He went on rapidly, as if raistrustlg his own strength of purpose. "I 'as very unhappy when 1 heard you ad broken with Westover. I was frald you had done it through a inisiken sense of duty to your father, iut I could not help you nor ray fiend. The dying often hamper the ving in some such cruel fashion, but do not hold that one is called upon > sacrifice happiness to any such eathbed mandates. Westover Is a plendid fellow, and 1 know that he >ves you dearly. If It were not for ae pain that I know you have endurd in the effort to obey your father's ommand. 1 would be glad of this oportunity to free you from your fanled obligation. Now, with a clear ansclence, Ollie. dear, you can recall Pestover." "I shall never marry Clarence Westver, Tom, never!" He seemed not to hear her. "Once, rhen I thought I could support you s my wife should and must be suported. I asked you to be my wife. .11 through my early boyhood 1 enterlined a sweet vision of a future lessed by your love. I loved you nd asked you to marry me. You ler hot cheeks were buricdin the cushions of the so fa. Id not love me, and you refused to larry me In terms wblcl> I In my oylsh sensitiveness called merciless, could not now accept, either from a elated mercifulness or an overweenig sense of filial duty, a reversal of tie decision which years ago 1 acceptd as final. "In that letter"?a bitter curve larred the corners of his mouth for a econd?"you said your 'No' was final, t must stand at that. If 1 have been rutally plain, It Is because there must ot be the possibility of any mlsunerstandlng between us in the future, 'he negative of years ago cannot by ny sophistry be turned Into an afflrmtlve of today." He stood up and held out his hand, he made no response. Her hot cheeks rere buried in the cushions of the ofa. Only the coil of her golden hair ras turned toward him. He left her o. He thought of her tenderly as the ying landscape shot past the window f the car that was bearing him away rom her. Now that she bad done all in her ower to obey her father's command he would feel at liberty to recall the lan she loved. Ah, well! That was ust as It should be, but she would ever know what It had cost him to - 1 -- ? ? f 1mA ive ner ujj a. hcwuu uwc. TO BE CONTINUED. MORTGAGED BRIDE. When a Chi unman falls in love, he au he just as sharp and full of guile s the "Mclleaii muu." Chow Sam .ung, therefore, when he looked upon Ittle Ah Moy and saw that she was eautiful and young, at once fell down ud worshiped, liguratively speaking, ud hegan to investigate as to his hanees of making her his wife. Now, Chow Sam Lung was young ilmself and a very successful gambler y profession, being the keeper of a ambling house in San Francisco. But he cruel parents of Ah Moy had promsed her to old man Low How for his ourth wife and would not retract their irouiise. Did Chow Sam Lung sit down nd bewail his lotV Not at all. Heat uce made her father's acquaintance, nd, beguiling him Into his gambling ilace. proceeded to let him play and vin. Then lie played and lost. And Jhow Saiu Lung said: "No matter, you re my friend. 1 will trust you." After awhile the old man owed Chow lam Lung $1,400. Now. old man Low low was to give Ah Mojtis father 1,000 on her wedding day, but when sew Year's came, and every Chinanan must pay Ills debts before he can taste his prayer in the josshouse, Ah loy's dad was short and failed to aise the $1,400. So Chow Sam Lung, vbo had previously taken a mortgage n the girl, promptly foreclosed It and _ - i.i- i.?..... I.i iim vopv face OOK UOr IU Uia UUUli: Iii it old rnau Low How. And that's vhat happened in San Francisco Cbllatown. And Ah Moy was very nuchee happy.?San Francisco Call. In Them All. "Nobody ever accused me of being a lolltlcian out of a Job," said Senator iorghum blandly. "No." answered the guileless person vho takes everything literally. "It vas only the other day that I heard ome one saying you came pretty near ielng mixed up In every job that came long."?Washington Star. pisccllnncous Heading. SECRET OF DEWEY'S CANDIDACY. Conspirators Against Bryan May Defeat McKlnley. Washington Correspondence Atlanta Journal. Hera is tbe secret of the Dewey announcement for president in a nutshell : The scheme was engineered by Colonel Hugh C. Wallace, of the state of Washington, ex-Secretary William C. Whitney and Hon. Daniel Lamont. It took first shape at the Whitney dinner in New York some weeks ago. Its purpose was to disorganize the Bryan Democracy. At the time Dewey had not been cousulled aud Wallace was delegated to approach the admiral. Just before Dewey went south Wallace called on the admiral and stated the proposition and assured him that it would be possible to capture the Kansas City convention by keeping the scheme quiet until the proper time to spring it. Dewey discouraged the idea; but frankly admitted that he would aid any movement to defeat McKinley. When the admiral and Mrs. Dewey returned from the south, Wallace approached him again and this time he took the matter under advisement. Thursday afternoon last, Lamont call ed at the Dewey home and was in conference with the admiral for an hour. Mrs. Dewey was in this conference and advised her husband to become a candidate. It was agreed at the time that the announcement should be made only indirectly until the effect of the suggestion could be tested. After Lamont had returned to bis hotel the admiral sent for Charles S. Albert, the chief of The World's Washington staff, and gave to him the dictated interview. The idea of the engineers of the movement was to ascertain if the Dewey anuouncement would meet with such popular favor as to carry the country by storm, aud at least deadlock the Kansas city convention with the possibility of either nominating him or nomiuatiug some oue other than Bryan. Dewey, ou the other hand, is bitter toward McKinley, as is also Mrs. Dewey, largely for personal reasons, and be is willing now to head an inHern-iwipnt. movement if he can draw enough Republican votes to assure even Bryan's election. His candidacy has fallen flat, bis promoters are unwilling for him to bead any movement that might assist instead of detract from Bryan, and there is already a threatened split between the new candidate and those responsible for his candidacy. AH factions are now waiting for developments before making another move. If after the first wave of disapproval and resentment, the reaction is in favor of Dewey, he will be urged by the Lumont faction to continue th? race, and go to Kansas city a candidate. If on the other hand it has been seen that there is absolutely no possibility to capture the regular Democratic nomination, the question of his heading an independent ticket will be discussed, and decide upon its possible results. In the meantime Dewey says he is a Democrat, and bis platform is that announced iu The Journal yesterday, except is stated today that be has modified to a degree his views on the tarifl to favor high tariff now for luxuries only. There is not the slightest probability that he can capture the Kansas City convention, and if Dewey runs as an independent it is frankly admitted thAt on bis platform be will poll the anti-administration Republi cans and elect Bryan. He is willing to this, and the original purpose of his promoters may yet have a reverse result. WHEELED 18 PLEASED. His Ambition Has Been to See the North and South Re-United. General Wheeler's attention having beeu called a few days ago to a sug gestion of himself as a vice presidential candidate, he made the following statement: "I do not think that my name has ever been mentioned in thut connection except as very many other geutemeu have been referred to, simply in the way of personal compliment. I have appreciated these flattering allusions to myself; but never regarded them as at all serious or other than the kind expressions of partial friends. "The greatest ambition of my life has already been realized. I have seen those who were once Confederate soldiers fight under the Stars and Stripes against foreign foes, as soldiers of the United States. I have seeu the masses of the people of all the southern slates eagerly and earnestly offer their services to fight in the couutry's cause, and have seen them thus become participants in the events which suddenly made ours the leading among the great powers of the world, aud opeued avenues which enables us to establish the most favorable commermercial relations with countries containing nearly one-third the eurth's population. "I have seen the cordial relations which existed during the first 70 years of government firmly re established betweeu the people of all sections of our common eouutry, and iu all this 1 believe I see the dawu of a new pros peiity, iu which the soulheru states will he the largest beneficiaries. The realization of conditions so advatageous to our whole country fills the measure of my desires and beyond that I have no ambition whatever." Dewey Has Never Voted?Admiral and Mrs. Dewey returned to Washington tonight from their briel : visit to Philadelphia, says a dispatch of Friday. A uumber of reporters were at the house awaiting his return, i In response to a question, the admiral said that he expected in a few days to have ready for the press a statement as to his future plaDs. "Certainly I am a Democrat," he replied, in answer to inquiries. "I have always beeu a Democrat." "Have you ever voted the Democratic ticket?" "No ; no never voted in my life. The only man I ever wanted to vote for was Mr. Cleveland." "It is said that Mr. Cleveland wants you to run on a straight gold Democratic platform ?" "Good night," answered the admiral. without answering the nuestion. T * " O ~1 1 and retiring. RURAL FREE DELIVERY. Officials (ipponed Because It Detract* From the Importance of Their Jobs. There is a funny situation in the postoflice department which indicates lax discipline on the part of our handsome and eloquent postmaster general, says a Washington dispatch. It has been discovered that both the second and the fourth assistant postmasters general have been fighting the rural delivery system under the very nose of their superior in office, whose idol it happens to be. We have had such situations in Washington before, but seldom so conspicuous a violation of official etiquette and discipline. Second Assistant Postmaster General Sballeberger is fighting the new rural delivery because it is gradually replacing the star route system under his jurisdiction. Fourth Assistant Bristow is fighting it because it reduces the number of fourth class postoffices, of which be has charge, and both of them have been using their influence to prevent congress from making appropriations asked by their superior officer, the postmaster general. and recommended by the presi dent. The second assistant postmaster general even addressed letters to every member of congress calling attention to the extravagance of the free delivery, and claimed that the service could be done by his star route carriers with less expense. These letters were 1 brought to the attention of the postmaster general, who, in a rather emphatic reply, knocked out both of bis subordinates. The popularity of the free delivery service is clearly demonstrated by the action of the bouse committee on post1 offices and postroads in framing the annual appropriation bill for the postoffice department. In the estimate submitted to congress $1,500,000 was asked for the coming year, and the committee, which has a reputation for economy, after careful investigation, ' voluntarily increased the item to $1,750,000, and that amount will be submitted to the house. PROTESTS HIS INNOCENCE. Taylor Says the Insinuations Against Him Are Vile. A Cincinnati dispatch says that Governor Taylor gave out the following signed statement last Friday: "For weeks I have been made the target of villification by certain un, principled newspapers in Kentucky. , The vilest accusations have been made and the most outrageous falsehoods have been told. When I was called to attend the funeral of a beloved brother, it was seized upon as an attempt on my part to^ly from justice. Again, ' when called to my home by reason of the death of a dear sister, the fountains of abuse were opened and a flood of falsehood and slander poured upon me, the charge again being made that I was attempting to fly from the state. Ou ray return to Frankfort those papers hastened to publish the statement , that I was met at the train and es, corted to my home by a squad of soldiers with a Galling gun. There is nna ninrd nf truth in this Slate raent; but nevertheless it was published to harm me. Not content with this infamous, ghoulish work, which i with unblushing audacity has followed me to the graves of my brother and I sister, even the privacy of my family has been invaded, and because my wife drew from the bank some money with ; which to pay the soldiers, an attempt was made to impress tbe people tbut i she, too, was preparing to fly. Once, and for all, I desire to say neither directly nor indirectly, had I any coni nection with the assassination of Senator Goebel. I am a citizen of this state, amenable to its laws. Whenever indicted, if such an outrage should be i committed, I shall appear for trial, conscious of my innocence, and of tbe ultimate triumph of right and justice, i The whole purpose of this persecution has been, and is, to drive me from my post of duty, and to punish me for i holding the office to which I have i fairly been elected. Such surrender I have not made, nor will I make it, unless the highest courts of this land adjudge that I do so." New Theory of Electricity.? Electrification is likely to become an importaut condition iu tbe classification of climates, with warmth and cold, moisture and dryness. This is the view of Dr. Schliep, of BadenBaden, who fluds that the atmosphere is usually positively electrified; but that there are a few days in every month wheu negative electrification can be observed, and rare occasions when scarcely any electrification can be detected. The influence of the variations on comfort and even health seems to be marked. Negative electrification is liriug; positive is exciting, > and stimulates the circulation and the nervous system. Strong electrification may produce nervous disorders and even inflamation of respiratory organs ?this being too much of a good thing. Negative electrification, on the other hand, brings depression and its attendant disorders, aud is likely to be a reason when milk sours, meat spoils and bad smells come from the gutters. The growth of plants and germs is favored, the soil itself being negatively electrified at all times.