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" = " ^ ISSUED SEMI-WEEKL^^ i. m. grist & sons, publishers. } % ^milj |}erospger: .Jfor ?romotion of the political, Social, Agricultural, and Commercial JntijNjste of the people. {TER* Si n'o1e0c oryY fAive centSaNcE' established 1855. YORKYILLE. S. C., SATURDAY, MARCH 23, 1901. NO. 24. BY TT A ROXiI Copyright, 1900, by Harold McGrath. CHAPTER XXIII. WbeD Pembroke and I arrived at the Strassburg iun. on the north road, nei? ther the prince nor Von Walden was in evidence. I stepped from our carriage and gazed Interestedly around me. The scene was a picturesque one. The sun, but half risen, was of a rusty brass, and all east was mottled with purple and salmon hues. The clearing. o quarter or a mile away, wuere me prince and 1 were to settle our dispute, was hidden under a fine white snow, and the barren trees which encircled it stood out blackly. Pembroke looked at bis watch. "They ought to be along soon. It's five after 0. How do you feel?" regardiug me seriously. "As uerveless as a rod of steel." 1 answered. "Let us go in aud order a small breakfast. I'm a bit cold." "Better let it go at a cup of coffee," he suggested. "It will be more consistent, that Is true," 1 said. "Coffee and pistols for two." "I'm glad to see that you * are bright." said Pembroke. "Hold out your hand." I did so. "Good. So long as It doesn't tremble I have confidence of the end." We had scarcely finished our coffee when the prince, followed by Von Walden, entered. "Pardon me," he said, "for having made you wait" "Permit me," said I, rising, "to present my second. Mr. Pembroke, his highness Prince Ernst of Worturnborg." * - ' *1-- .? inn o rwl v AUU lUC 1UUL U1 US 1 Cl l luc >uu uuu crossed the field. The first shot fell to me. Pembroke's eyes beamed with exultant light. Von Walden's face was without expression. As for the prince, he still wore that bauteriug smile. He was confident of the end. He knew that I was a tyro, whereas he had faced death many times. I sighed. I knew that I should not aim to take his life. I was absolutely without emotion. There was not the slightest tremble In my hand as I accepted the pistol. There is nothing like set purpose te still the tremors of a man's nerves. I thought of Hillars, and for a moment my arm stiffened; then I recalled Gretchen's last letter. I fell to wondering where the bullet would hit me. I prayed that his aim might be sure. "Many persons think that I am a man without compassion." said the prince, as we were aDout to srep to our places. "I have an abundance of It. You have everything to lose, and I have nothing to gain. If it is your desire. I shall be happy to explain that you wish to withdraw. But say the word." He knew what my reply would be. "Withdraw," said I. "and have you laugh at rne and tell your friends that 1 acted the poltroon? Really, you do me injustice." "And do you hate me so very much?" mockery in his eyes. "Not uow. I did hate you. but hatred is a thing we should not waste any more than love. I have taken the bird and the nest from your bauds; that is more than enough. You are merely an object for scorn and contemp* and in difference uow. No; I have no wish to withdraw." "You read between the lines." he said. "Indeed. I should like nothing better than to have the privilege of calling you a poltroon and a coward ami to teli your priucess of it." He sauntered back to his place leisurely. "Aim the slightest to the left." whispered Pembroke; "the wind will carry It home." 1 pressed his hand. A moment later I stood faciug the priuee. I lifted the pistol aud tired. Had the prince been ten feet to the right he must have been hit. 1 threw the smoking pistol aside, let my arms fall and waited. I could see that Pembroke was biting his lip to bide his anxiety aud disappointment. Slowly the prince leveled the weapon at my breast. Naturally I shut my eyes. Perhaps there was a prayer on my lips. God. how long that wait seemed to me! It became so tedious that 1 opened my eyes again. The pistol arm of the prince appeared to have frozen in the air. "It is gettiug cold." 1 cried. "Shoot, for God's sake shoot, and end it!" iu repiy ihi* prince ureu inio me air. took tlit* pistol hy the barrel and Hung It at my feet. The rest of us looked on dum foil uded. "They are all of the same k'dney, count, these Americans." said he. "They would he dangerous us a nation were it not for their love of money." Then to uie. "(Jo tell your princess that I have given your life to you." "The devil take you!" 1 cried. The strain had been terrible. "All in good time." retorted the prince, getting into his coat and furs. "Yesterday morning I had every intention of killing you. This morning it was farthest from my thoughts, though I did hope to see you waver. You are a man of courage. So was your friend. It is to be regretted that we were on different sides. Devil take the women! (Jood morning!" v After the count had gathered up the pistols the two walked toward the ion. Pembroke and 1 followed them at a distance. "i wonder if he had any idea of what a poor shot you were?" mused Pembroke. "It was a very good farce." - "I aimed ten feet to the right," said 1. "What?" > ivrACGnikTH. "Yes." "Then you knew"? "Pembroke." said I, "I had no Intention of killing him or even wounding him. And 1 never expected to leave this place alive. Something has occurred during the last 24 hours which we do not understand." "He was taking great risks." "It shows the man he is." said I, and the remainder of the distance was gone I Id silence. The carriages were In the road a short way from the inn. Pembroke and I got into ours. As tbe prince placed a foot on the step of his be turned once more to me. "Pardon me." he said, "but I came near forgetting to tell you why I did not kill you tuis morning. In some way your princess came Into the knowledge that we were going to fight It out as they did in the old days. She came to my rooms and there begged me to spare your life. There was a condition. It was that she get down on her knees to sue?dowD on her knees. Ah. what was your life compared to the joy of her humiliation: Not In the figure of speech?on her liv Ing. mortal knees, my friend?her living knees!" The carriage door banged behind him. It was only because Pembroke threw his arms around me that I did not leap out of the carriage. "Sit still. Jack, sit still! If she beg ged your life, it was because she loves you." And. full of rage. I saw the carriage of the prince vanish. As tbe carriage vanished, so vanished the prince from the scene of my adventures. Arriving at our rooms, we found them in possession of a lieutenant of the guard hussars. He was drumming on the hearthstone with the end of his sword scabbard. As we entered he rose and briefly saluted us. "Which of you two gentlemen is Herr Wintbrop?" be asked. "I am he," said I. "His majesty commands your immediate presence at tbe palace." "The king?" "Yes." At tbe palace the chancellor met me In the anteroom. His face was grave almost to gloominess. "Have you ever seen a king angry?" he asked. "Ah. it is not a pleasant sight, on my word: least of all to the one who has caused a king anger." "You alarm me," I said. "Have 1 done aught to bring the anger of the king upon my head?" "Ah, but you have! The king is like a bear in his den. He walks back and forth, waving his hands, pulling his mustache and muttering dire threats." "Might I not take to my legs?" I asked. After all, I cared more than I x 1. 4 1 In n?lin t IlUUUglJl L MJUUJU 111 lCgai,Q IV ?T uuv tuv king might do to me. The chancellor gave my back a sounding thump and roared with laughter. "Cheerful, my son; be cheerful! You are a favorite already." "You bewilder me." "You have powerful friends, and if the king is angry you need have no fear." "I should like to know"? I begnu. "Ah," Interrupted the chancellor, "the audience Is ended! It is our "There teas a condition. It was that she yet down on her knees to sue." turu. The Austrian embassador." he whispered as u gray haired man passed us. bowing. There was an exchange of courtesies, and once more I stood before the king. "I believe you have kept ine wait- j no T Attic nnpn I Jil^, Ml HI llll' Ulll?, an livuio w..w said." Hp gazed at me from under knotted eyebrows. "I wish." petulantly. "that you had remained in your own country." "So do I, your majesty," I replied honestly. The chancellor shook with laughter, and the king glared ut him furiously. "What is your name?" asked the king in a milder tone. He was holding a missive in his hand. "John Wlnthrop," 1 answered. I was wondering what it was all about. "Were you born in America?" "Yes, your majesty." "Is your family an honored one in your country?" "It is." 1 answered proudly. "Then why in heaven's name do you scribble?" cried the king. "In my country one may have an honored name and still be compelled to earn a competence.' "Ah. yes! After all. scribbling is better than owning a shop." This is the usual argument of kings. "Can you trace your pedigree very far back?" the king proceeded. "My ancestors came over In the Mayflower," said I. "The Mayflower?" said the king, puzzled. "All the Americans," explained the chancellor, "went over in the Mayflower. The ark and the Mayflower were the largest ships ever put to sea, your majesty." To hide his smile the chancellor passed over to the window and began drawing pictures on the frosted panes. Continued the king: "If you loved one of my countrywomen, would you be willing to sacrifice your own country? I mean would you be willing to adopt mine, to become a naturalized citizen, to uphold its laws, to obey the will of its sovereign and to take up arms in its defense?" My knees began to knock together. "I should be willing," I answered, "if I should never be called upon to bear arms against the country In which I was born." "I should never ask you to do that," replied the king. "Yes, your majesty." "Then marry the Priucess Elizabeth," be said, tossing the missive to me. "Yes, uiarry her," said the irrepressible chancellor, "and some day the king will put a medal on your breast and make you a baron of the realm. Your majesty, come and help me with this last pane." The Princess Elizabeth? I glanced at the writing on the envelope. It was Gretchen's. "And. your majesty." I read, "It is true that they love each other. Permit them to be happy. I ask your forgiveness for all the trouble I have caused you. I promise that from now on I shall be the most obedient subject In all your kingdom. Hildegarde." I dropped the letter on the table. "Your majesty," I began nervously, "there Is some mistake. I do not love her highness the Princess Elizabeth." The king and his chancellor whirled around. The decorations on the panes remained unfinished. The king regarded me with true anger and the chancellor with dismay. "I love the Princess Hildegarde," I went on in a hollow voice. "Is this a jest?" demanded the king. "No; on my honor." For once I forgot court etiquette and left ofT "your majesty." "Let me see the letter," said the chancellor, w"li a pacific purpose. 'There Is some misrnderstanding here." He read the letter and replaced +oV\1a on/1 wnnf honlr tn Ilia 11 uu LLitr iai;ic auu nvut uuvt. ?.v ???? window. "Perhaps, your majesty," said I. "it Is possible that her highness?the likeness betweeen her and her sister?perhaps. knowing that I have known her highness Phyllis?that is. the Princess Elizabeth?she may believe that I"? It was very embarrassing. "Continue." said the king, "and please make your sentences intelligible." "What I meant to say was that her highness the Princess Hildcgarde believes that I love her sister instead of herself?I thought?she has written otherwise"? And then I foundered again. "Prince," said the king, laughing in spite of his efforts to appear angry, "for pity's sake tell me what this man is talking about." "A woman." said the chancellor. "Perhaps her highness the Princess Hildegarde?that is, I believe?she may irwn thic mnn?npvhnns. thinkiner he loves the other"? He was mocking me, and my face burned. "Prince, do not confuse the man. He is had enough as it is." The king smoothed away the remnant of the smile. "Your majesty Is right," said I desperately. "I am confused. I know not what to say." "What would you do iu my place?" asked the king of the chancellor. "I should say in an ominous voice. 'Young man. you may go. but if you ever enter our presence again without either one or the other of the Iloheuphaliau princesses as your wife we shall confiscate your property and put you in a dungeon for the remainder of your natural days.' I put iu the confiscation clause as u matter of form. Have you any property?" "What I have." 1 answered, my confidence returning. "1 can put in my pockets." "Good." said the king. "What the chancellor says Is but just. See to it that his directions are followed." "Now. my king." concluded the chancellor. "put a medal on him and let him go." "In time." replied the king. "Yon may go. 11 err Winthrop." "Go and scribble no more." added the chancellor. 1 could hear them laughing as I made my escape from the room. It could not be expected of me to join them. And Gretcheu was as far away as ever. Phyllis love me? It was absurd. Gretcheu had played me the fool. She had been laughing at me all the time. Yet she had begged my life of the prince and on her knees. (Jr was it a lie of his? Oil, it seemed to me that my brain would never become clear again. In tin' afternoon at 4 I was ushered into the boudoir of her highness the Princess Klizabeth. It was Phyllis no longer. Phyllis had passed, and I became conscious of a vague regret. "1 am glad." she said, "that you were able to come. I wanted to speak to you about about my sister." "Your highness"? She laughed. "Our interview shall end at once if you call me by that title. Sir." with a ga.voty which struck me as unnatural, "you are witnessing the passing of Phyllis. It will not lie long before she shall pass away and never more return, and the name shall fude till it becomes naught but a dear memory. Phyllis lias left the green pastures for the city, and Corydon followeth not." "Phyllis." said 1. "you are cutting me to the heart." "But to the matter at hand," she said J quickly. "There is a misunderstanding between you and my sister Hilde- garde. She sent me this letter. Read It" It differed but little from the one I had read in the king's chamber that ^ morning. I gave It back to her. "Do you understand?" "I confess that I do not. It seems that I am never going to understand anything again." 1 Phyllis balanced the letter on the palm of her hand. "You are so very j HUnri mv rlpnr fripnr1_ Dirt vnn nnt 1 tell her that there had been another o affair? Do you not believe she thinks t your regard for her merely a matter n of pique, of consolation? It was very o kind of her to sacrifice herself for me. 11 Some women are willing to give up all r to see the man they love made happy. 0 My sister is one of those. But I shall refuse the gift Jack, can you not see n that the poor woman thinks that you J love me?" Phyllis was looking at me ? with the greatest possible kindness. ' "I know not what she thinks. I only know that she has written me that she is sorry for having played with my af- t, fections. Phyllis, if she loved me she e would not leave me as she has done." r) "Oh. these doubting Thomases!" ex- e claimed Phyllis. "How do you know q that she does not love you? Have you n one true proof that she does not? No. e but you have a hundred that she does." n "But"? h "Do you love her?" demanded Phyl- fi lis, stamping her foot with impatience, a "Love her? Have I not told you that u I do?" gloomily, j n "And- will you give her up because abe writes you n letter? What has ink n to do with love and a woman? If you c do not set out at once to find her, I v shall never forgive you. She-is my sis- f{ ter. and bv that I know that you can- f' not win her by sitting still. Go find n her and tell her that you will never ^ leave her till she is your wife. I do not mean to infer." with a smile, "that you will leave her after. Go to her as a h master. That is the way a woman t] loves to be wooed. Marry her and be p happy, and I shall come and say. e 'Heaven bless you, my children.' I a have accepted the renunciation of her f, claims so that she may be free to wed n you. If you do not find her, I will. Since I have her promise to teach me b the lesson of being a princess she can- v not have gone far. And when you are Ii married you will promise to visit me si often? I shall be very lonely now. I P shall be far away from my friends. I f< shall be in a prison, and men call it a a palace." Ci "I will promise you anything you 11 may ask," I said eagerly. A new hope h and a new confidence had risen In my g heart I wonder where man got the idea that he is lord of creation when he depends so much upon woman? "And you will really be my sister, too!" taking her hands and kissing them. "And you will think of me a little, will g you not?" ^ "Yes." She slowly withdrew her ^ hands. "If you do not find her, write f to me." Ir "Your highness, it Is my hope that 0. some day you will meet a prince who p " in itu wnrtliv of vnn who will rpsnect ? , r___ C| and honor you as 1 do." w "Who can say? You have promised C] the king to become a subject of Hohen- tl phalia." h "Yes." p "Then you will be a subject of mine, tl It is my will?I am in a sovereign t< mood?that you at once proceed to find ri Hildegarde, and I will give her to you." b "Auf wiedersehen!" t< "Goodby!" h My ear detected the barest falter in * her voice, and something glistened on ^ her eyelashes. Ah, why could not the veil have remained before my eyes and b let me gone in darkness? Suddenly I ! was looking across the chasm of years. lt There was a young girl in white, a ta- C( ble upon which stood a pitcher. It was 0] a garden scene, aud the air was rich g, with perfumes. The girl's hair and y eyes were brown, aud there were prom- tl ises of great beauty. Then, as swiftly as it came, the vision vanished. b On reaching the street 1 was aware rr that my sigiit had grown dim aud that "1 things at a distance were blurred. Per- tl haps it was the cold air. b oi TO BE CONTINUED. ft] Enforce the Vagrant Law.?Of tl late Atlanta has been the rendezvous a of criminals whose acts of lawlessness h have incensed the community. Among ^ those reported as giving trouble recent- ^ ly were two ex-convicts. Many Ne- w groes released from chaingangs and ' prisons stop in Atlanta and ply their ' nefarious business here. h In other words, this is a center for b criminals as well as an important cen- OI ter in almost every other respect. To meet this danger it is necessary that i the vagrant law should be rigidly en- n forced. That would force the criminal ei class to earn an honest living or move 01 on. Men now engaged in burglariz- Q ing houses, petty larceny and other h crimes would either earn their bread, *? go to the chaingang or leave town. ^ Either result would reduce the work of ? the police to a maximum and make this ^ an orderly community once more. ? Atlanta Daily News. Hog Lore in a Lawsuit.?E. E. Ax- ?<] line, a prosperous hog raiser, of Oak C( Grove, Mo., is suing the United States e; Express company for $1,500 in Judge a Henry's court today. He places that ff value upon a boar which he shipped from Oak Grove to E. H. Ware at Douglass, HI., April 16, 1900. The hog e< died en route. b On the stand Mr. Axline said that he c' had sold the hog to Mr. Ware for $1,000, to be paid on safe delivery. "If you pour water on a hog's back, j. and particularly on its kidneys, when je it is heated, death ensues in a few minutes, said Mr. Axline, in assigning el an explanation for the hog's death. n, He said it was probable that the hog , did not have sufficient ventilation and got hot in the close quarters of the V express car.?Kansas City World. w Scraps of Xocal ^istory.I h REMINISCENCES OF YORK. ? h * h Valuable Bits of Local History Pre- fl CJ served by a Septuagenarian. ^ CI >r. Maurice Moore in The Enquirer of 1870. In memoriam I again guide my pen. oseph Grandison Martin was born in 795, in York district. He was the son f John Martin, Esq., whilom clerk of '' he court in Pinckney district. His nother was a Miss Palmer, daughter w f old Captain Joseph Palmer, told of jr n a former number, and one of the a riost beautiful and fascinating women a f her day. f( Mr. Martin studied law and was adoitted to the bar. He practiced a few ears, but being elected commissioner f ormitv fnr Vnrlr <Hstrir>t era VP nn tbf> ^ * O H iw, except that belonging to his office. 11 le was a man of good business capac- ^ ty, wrote a beautiful hand and was a *>< eneral favorite. He was elected cap- tl ain of a militia company, but was nev- a r known by the title given him by the ai ink, for warm-hearted and open-hand- a d, he was "Joe Martin" to the district. N lenerous to a fault, he never accu- b, lulated property, but nature had gift- g. d him with an unfailing fund of hulor?rich, rare and racy?with which ei e embelished and enjoyed life. His ace was quite handsome. Black eyes . nd hair, a heavy beard, small in statre, always neat in dress, and in man- pi o 1 ers a perfect Chesterfield. The late furore on gold mines re- T linds me oT one of Joe's best practi- w al jokes, of which, by the way, he s<: . as very fond. There was a company cc armed in the village, to which belongd a good many of our gentlemen, who pi ad associated themselves for the pur- cl ose of leasing, for purposes of specula- G Ion, all places on which they could th nd indications of gold. It was a V1 rand scheme, but most of the number fa ad the gold fever severely. One of tie concern, a Mr. Leach, was the com- 0l any agent to take leases, sell them, j, tc. Wherever he found a flint rock on man's plantation, he instantly efjcted, if he could, a lease on all the linerals for 20 years. Martin wrote a letter, ante-dating it ut not attempting to disguise his hand sc writing, purporting to be from a man l Richland district, saying he was deIrous of going into mining, and pro- P* osed to exchange ten likely Negroes si >r a mine, etc. This letter Joe crumpled pi nd soiled, to give it the appearance of w areless handling. Meeting Leech on tt tie court house steps, he said in an off- w and manner, "O, Leach, I believe I've c\ ot a letter for you. It was handed to tc le a week ago down at Jack Lindsay's, w ut I forgot about it. I suppose it's of it o consequence." And having got it ^ ut of his pocket, he handed it over to w tie gold mining company agent. This entleman read It with growing ex- ^ Itement. "It's a very Important letter -a very important letter Indeed?just 1 ke your confounded carelessness, Joe, 111 jrgettlng it. I must see the company tc nmedlately," and off he hurried, with- m ut unfolding the contents. Leach M osted round town from one to anoth- P' r, and soon members of the company m 'ere seen in knots consulting with ex- rc Ited faces. Joe told me the "go," and di lat he had not attempted to disguise 01 is writing, with which most of the fc arties were perfectly familiar. In vi leir elation, however, it did not occur m ) them. Leach was not long in aringing the matter; the letter having een so long delayed, it must be at- w ;nded to forthwith. He soon had his t orse ready and a bag of rocks to take ith him as specimens, the proposed urchaser desiring to see some. Mount- ** ig, he bowed a courteous good-bye to le bystanders, and started for Colum- si la. The joke had now gone far enough th nd Joe had commissioned me to stop fc I was standing by one of the ampany, as Mr. Leach rode w ff. "I understand," said I, "Leach is er oing to Columbia to sell a mine; did m ou read that letter?" "Oh! yes," was s< le reply, "It's all right?a fine offer." q Did you notice the writing; you had n( etter read that letter again." A glimler of the truth dawned on his mind. -, Stop. Leach!" he called, for Leach had ' le letter with him. As Leach rode ack (he had gone nearly 50 yards), an- s ther of the partners joined my awakned friend. They all re-read the let?r. and at once recognized Joe Mar- 31 n's well-known writing. Joe had dis- be ppeared to the protecting shadows of in is office walls. The company were gi tin, too, to hide their diminished la eads. They could not fight, yet it O: as but a dry laugh to get up at their spense. The gold mine speculations or ?emed to die out like the extinguished m nouldering wick of a candle. The fc oaxed were so sore and shy, it was st ard to get a word with them on leases t0 r selling. or Joe Martin was never married while j' knew him; but being of a susceptible ature, he was always in love, and gen- nf -ally had the luck to become enamored f a widow. I have heard him solilo- a* uize his prejudice to the idea, with ce amorous seriousness perfectly inimi- ed ible. "Washington. Jefferson and to apoleon Bonaparte, all married widivs," he would say, "and why not I?" 00 His conversational powers were very ne, and adorned with a playfulness ery attractive. He had the peculiar iculty of relating incidents, introducig each particular and detailing what w* he said," and "she said," without bo- be )me tedious; investing all with touch- bj - iitt. U1 3 of his own spanning wu, ne wua fellow of infinite jest and excellent CI incy." "? "Alas! poor Yorlck." he He held the office of commissioner in ce juity for four years, being succeeded ca y his brother?himself declining a re- er ection, se Some years later he removed to Mis- L( ssippi, and from thence to Arkansas, here he met his fate and married, ke "Washington, Jefferson and Napoon," a widow. M It is with a partial pen I trace his th jlogy. Born in the same year, con- al ected by family ties, associated ir oyish sports, intimate in manhood's th ears, he was always my friend. "In th hat corner of the earth shall I seek iti is fellow?" In 1859 the accidental fallig of a tree cut off the remainler of is days. "Tread lightly on his ashes, ye men f genius, for he was your equal: weed is grave clean, ye men of goodness, for e was your brother! Thy genius has ed up to the stars from whence it ame, and that warm heart of thine, rith all its generous and open vessels, ampressed into a clod of the valley." [TO BE CONTINUED NEXT SATURDAY.] WAR WITH THE MOORS. tiat is a Possibility of the Next Few Days. The United States may be at war ith Morocco next week, says a Washlgton dispatch of March 20. When nation calls upon another nation for n apology and if that apology is not >rthcoming, the next step Is usually ostility. If the sultan of Morocco does not lake a prompt expression of regret for le incidents for which the United tates Consul General Gummere has een instructed to demand an apology, le United States will probably declare blockade of the ports of his country nd proceed to bring him to terms by show of force. The armored cruiser ew York, with Admiral Rodgers on oard, is expected to reach Tangier on aturday. Consul Gummere will immediately nbark and be conveyed to Mazagan, le nearest port to Morocco City, the ipital of the country. He will then roceed, under an escort, to the capital , ad-lay his demands before the sultan, he New York will await the result ith her guns trained on the city, as >me measure of protection for our msul during his overland journey. Besides making arrangements for the ayment of a lot of long standing aims of American citizens, Consul , ummere is to demand an apology for le obstructive attitude of the grand izier and the minister of foreign af- , tirs. Quite recently Morocco paid a claim ! $5,000 for the murder of Marcus zagui, a naiurauzea American cm- ; ;n, by a Tangier mob. Before the , lyment was made Consul Gummere , as under instructions to proceed to Morocco City, see the sultan in per>n, and not only secure settlement of lis case; but all others that have jen pending. The Ezagui claim was lid, apparently in the hope that Conil Gummere would abandon his ans to visit the capital; but when it as learned that he intended to press le other claims the Moorish court as thrown into a state of great extement. The grand vizier sent word > Mr. Gummere that he would not be elcome at the court and that the capal would be moved from Morocco City he started for that place, and that it ould be kept moving, if necessary, in 'der to avoid him. This prospect of ivlng to chase a moving capital, to ilflll his mission, made Consul Gumiere angry, and he reported the facts t the state department. The departent considered that the effort of the ioroccan grand vizier to defeat the jrpose of the United States governent in sending Mr. Gummere to Moicco City on a soecial mission was a rect slight to itself, and therefore lr consul has been instructed to inirm the sultan that he is coming to sit him and that he and his court 11st wsit to receive him. If they 3tand and apologize for ireatening not to stay, the incident ill be closed in a manner satisfactory the United States. If they do not ?ed the demands of Consul Gummere le guns of the New York may be call- | 1 into play. The Morocco navy consts of one gunboat, so it is expected iat it will not be necessary to le-enirce the New York. Morocco, the country of the Moors ho once occupied Spain and threat led the continent of Europe with a 1 ohammedan inundation from the 1 >uth as formidable as that of the 1 oths and Vandals had been from the arth, is today a country about four 1 mes the size of Georgia, with about D00.000 of inhabitants. The sultan is a despot and his word law. The religion is Mohammedan- i m and the sultan is the head of the ' lurch, as well as the head of the state, id assumes the title of "Prince of I flievers." He has a court with a cab- ( et of six members, including the ' and vizier. Like the princes of Is mism, he has a harem and lives in 1 riental style. 1 Morocco City, the capital, or rather le of the capitals, is surrounded by a 1 ud wall 30 feet high, and is full of J it, one-story dwellings, with narrow 1 reets. There are 30 splendid mosques < tell of former splendor. The city ice, in medieval times, had a popula- 1 an of 700,000, but is half in ruins and J >w has about 60,000 inhabitants. ' The sultan's army is composed of ' >out 15,000 men, with European offi- ' rs. The militia, which could be call- 1 I out in an emergency, is about 80,000 1 100,000 strong. ! The sultan's income is about $2,500,- 1 0 per annum. ?' HE KILLED STONEWALL JACKSON. : Frank S. Rosenthal, a rich hide and 001 dealer of Carrollton, Mo., has ;en nauniea ever since me uvu war r the thought that he was probay the man who fired the shot at lancellorsville, which killed General Stonewall" Jackson, and he declares j would give his entire fortune to be rtaln that it was not his bullet that used the death of the great Confedate commander. Mr. Rosenthal rved throughout the war with the misianna Tigers, one of the most ited regiments in the old Stonewall igade, and he and S. Solomon, of aeon, Ga., are the sole survlvers of e picket guard which fired on GenerJackson that fatal night. In telling the story of his part in e terrible tragedy which deprived e Confederate army of its great mil- s iry genius, Mr. Rosenthal says that - he and 20 other members of the Louisiana Tigers were sent out on the picket line with Instructions from General Jackson himself to let nobody through, countersign or no countersign. Previous to this order the countersign, "I don't know," had been agreed on and was communicated to the staffs and guard details. The pickets had not been on duty very long before they saw a body of men riding along the lines. The challenge was given and the reply, "I don't know," rang out. Then the horsemen started through the line and nine of the guards, according to instructions, sent a volley after them. Three bullets went true to their mark and General Jackson received the wound which caused his death. Although only 58 years old, Mr. Rosenthal stoops as he walks and complains of constant pain. He declares, however, that it is not the weight of Yankee lead that he has been carrying around with him that makes him appear prematurely old; but the thought of that terrible night which has preyed on his mind ever since his youth.?Exchange. OUR EX-PRESIDENTS. Twice In the History of the Country Four Were Living at Once. Grover Cleveland is the only living ex-president. There have been two and more in several periods of our history and twice we have been left without an ex-president?when Washine-ton died in 1799 and when Andrew Johnson died in 1875. John Adams became the sole surviving ex-president In 1801. Jefferson came to his company in 1809, Mad Ison in 1817 and Monroe in 1825. For the first four months of John Quincy Adams's administration we had four ex-presidents. John Adams and his successor and most determined political opponent, died on the same day, July 4, .1825, leaving Madison and Monroe our only ex-presidents. The inauguration of Jackson in 1828 added John Quincy Adams to the list of ex-presidents, but in 1831 Monroe died and reduced their number again to two. In 1836 Madison passed away, leaving Adams the lone ex-president until Jackson retired in 1837. Van Buren became an ex-president in 1841 and Tyler in 1845. Then we had four again. Jackson died the same year and Adams in 1848, leaving Van Buren and Polk the only two ex-presidents. Polk , Increased the number to three in 1849, but died that year. In 1853 Fillmore joined Van Buren and Polk in the expresidential list. Pierce Increased the - * number to four in 1857, and Buchanan made it five in 1861, which is the largest number of such worthies with which we hare ever been blessed. Tyler and Buchanan both died in 1862 and Fillmore in 1874. Then Johnson was the only surviving ex-president. Johnson's death in 1875 left us without an ex-president. Grant's retirement in 1877, that of Hayes in 1881 and that of Arthur in 1885 gave the country three ex-presidents. Grant died a few months after Arthur's retirement and Arthur died the next year, leaving Hayes the only expresident. Mr. Cleveland became an ex-president in 1889 and we had two such dignitaries again. The number has been the same ever since until the death of Benjamin Harrison. A BR TON'S IDEA OF FREEDOM. It was to Roll Himself on the White House Lawn, and He did It. "I never go to Washington that I do not think of a young Englishman who went around the city with me a dozen years ago," said a man who had just returned from the Inauguration cere monies. "we saw everyamng anai there was to be seen. He was pleased with everything, and he said so; but the thing that impressed him most was the lack of formality and the absence of guards. * "He never tired of talking of this and comparing the simplicity of the arrangements in Washington with the way the rulers of Europe are all guarded. Particularly he was Impressed by the fact that any one who wished to was allowed to go Into the White House grounds, and wander around without showing any passes or credentials of any kind. "Well, one day we were wandering around and we went up past the White House. The Englishman stopped and watched the stream of men and women joing Into the grounds. " 'By Jove,' he said, 'it Is wonderful, and no mistake. Why, they let you do lust as you please. Do you know, I :hink that if a fellow wanted to he lould go in there and roll over on the awn and there wouldn't be a person who would think of speaking to him about it.' *Of course, no one would meak to him about it.' I said. 'What's more, if you want to do it I'll stay ind watch you, and if any one does 3ay anything- to you about it I'll help you lick him.' " 'Win you?' he said. " 'I mean it,' said I. "He looked at me for a minute, and :hen he walked into the White House grounds. There was a crowd there, jut no one paid the least attention to lim. He went out on the lawn right n front of the main entrance of the juilding, and lay down flat on his back. Then he rolled over three times, slowy and deliberately. Then he got up ind walked out of the grounds, as hapjy as though he had found $10. "No one looked at him, and no one ipoke to him; to roll over on the White louse lawn might have been the proper thing to do so far as the attention hat it attracted went. The Englishnan said that if he had acted that way n one of the capitals of Europe he vould have been locked up as a dangerous character. He was very proud >f his exploit and I suppose that he is (till telling the story of it In England." -New York Sun.