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f ISSUES iSMI-WESEL^ i>. m. GRIST & SONS, Publishers. } % .Jfantitg gtttispgtr: jfor the gromotion of the jgolificat, Social, Agricultural, and flomnteiiria! gntyijsts o| the people. {TERM38IN^olE0coAPYYiAI?E'cENDTV8AN(:E established 1855. YORKVILLE. S. C., WEDNESDAY, MAY 22,1901. ISTO. 41. AN MB BT" THOMAS 3= Copyright, 1901, by Thomas P. Montfort CHAPTER XIX. LOUISA. Louisa Banks felt that her cnp of misery was full, but there was more. mnoh mnro tn ho nnnrpd in Vet. When Sim did not appear at breakfast next morning, she went up to bis room to see if he was there. It was then she discovered the little pile of money and the papers he had left on the table. With a premonition of what was to come she pushed the money aside and eagerly took up the first paper and unfolded it It was the poor little note Sim had written to her. She read it through, then sank into a chair and, pillowing her head on the table, burst Into tears. It would have been a hard heart that would not have been affected by the simple pathos of Sim's words, and Louisa was not hard hearted. She was touched, deeply touched, by the manly, generous manner in which be absolved her from ail blame and bravely took it all on his own shoulders. That note presented him to her in a new and a far more favorable light than she had ever seen him. It showed how truly he could love, how good and generous his heart was and bow grand and noble bis nature. She realized now that in losing him she bad lost one of the purest and truest souls that ever lived, and she regretted, deeply and sincerely, that she could not love him. "But I tried," she told herself. "God knows I tried, to love him and wanted to love him. but I couldn't Yet I was not worthy of such a man or of such love as be gave me." Presently she took up the deeds and read them over. The tears started afresh to her eyes. "More of bis goodness," she thought "No other man would have done such a thing. Oh. Sim! Poor, heartbroken Siml How 1 pity you!" Later in the day she went out and stood by the gate, looking down toward the wood, the way she had seen Sim go the previous evening, tier heart was heavy, and her thoughts were all of him. Before he went she had always thought she could never be happy except with Frank Sbelton. but now she felt that she could never be happy again under any circumstances. Presently Mary Mann came down the street on her way home from the store, where she had gone to view Melvin's remains and to learn all the news about the tragedy. Louisa had not been from home all day, and no one had visited her, so she was entirely ignorant of all that bad transpired to set the community in a tumult of excitement Mary Mann knew this, and, glad of an opportunity to tell the news ' and at the same time inflict a cruel wound on one she hated, she stopped when she reached Mrs. Banks and ac costea ner sweeuy, wiy, *ctjr o?cvitJtj with: 'Howdy, Loueesy? I'm right glad to see you. You rale well?" "I'm very well, Mrs, Mann," Louisa replied coldly without looking up. "I'm glad to hear It," Mrs. tvlanu said In her suavest tones. Iguoring Louisa's coldness. "I'm rale glad to hear It, Loueesy, but 1 must say you ain't a-lookln very well." "I'm very well, 1 thank you." "Yes? And Sim ? I suppose he's well?" "1 presume so." "Is he at home today?" "No." "Where Is he. Loueesy?' Mrs. Banks, remembering all she had heard of the relationship existing between this woman and Sim. flashed an gry In an Instant. "I don't know," she replied scornfully, "that It's particularly any of your business where he is." Mrs. Mann did not allow her feelings to be ruffled by this curt answer. Her time to deal a deadly thrust was coming. and then her revenge would be so full that she could well afford to wait. Quietly she said: "Oh, you feel that way 'bout It, do you?" "I do." "Waal, I s'pose It's nat'ral, Loueesy. that you should. I reckou It's even I nat'ral that you should feel that It ain't nobody's business." "Whether it's natural or not, Mrs. Mann, that is just how I feel." "Jest so. But, for all that, Loueesy, there's many as will feel different 'bout it. There's a heap of people, an Specially the officers, who will think it's a right smart of their business." Louisa raised her head and gave Mrs. Mann a look of scorn. "I know of no reason why they should," she replied, "nor do I presume you know of any." "La! Is that so? Then you've not heard 'bout all that's been goin ou today?" "I have beard nothing." Now had the time of Mrs. Mann's revenge arrived?revenge for the loss of Sim and all she had suffered in consequence of it. Bluntly, almost brutally, she said: "Then you didn't know that your lover, James Melvin, had been found dead with a bullet hole through his heart. It was a cruel blow cruelly dealt, and Louisa staggered under it. Iler eyes opened wide, her face became deathly white, and for a moment her heart stopped beating. She reeled and would have fallen had she not clung to the fence for support. Her lips moved as If in speech, but no sound escaped them. II HERO. MONTFORT. Her suffering: was intense. It was pitiful. Even a heart of stone must have been touched by it But Mary Mann was impervious to pity. In her heart there was no compassion. She * 5 'A ? trt ??1 tlnnf nVtA Vin /I o UUU ueuil tt umu uiun, uui one uuu U harder yet to deal, and she did not hesitate. Relentlessly she said: "Yes. your sweetheart has been killed, an it was your husband murdered him, an you, Loueesy Banks, are responsible for it all." With one wild, heartrending shriek Louisa fell back in a dead faint Two hours later a group of men were standing in front of Hicks' store discussing the murder. Some there were who,talked, and some there were who only listened. Pap Sampson, Jason Roberts and Sam Morguu were of the latter. Jim Thorn, still occupying the position of supreme importance in the village, was saying: "No, sir, men, I've got nothin on earth ag'lu Sim Banks, an thar's not a man In the world I'd befriend quicker than I would him, but in spite of all that I can't shut my eyes to the plain fact that ever'thing goes to show that Sim Banks Bred the shot that killed Melvln." "I hate moughtily to think Sim could do sich a thing," Hicks remarked, "but I'm afeard I'll have to own that ever'thing seems to point pow'ful strong ag'ln him." "Of co'se it does," Thorn agreed. "Lord. Jake, as much as I hate to say it, I got to owu that It's a plumb plain case. In the fust place, Sim had a reason for killin Melvin, an thar wa'n't nary another soul In this whole section that did have a reason. You know that's so, dou't you?" * "I'm afeard it is, Jim," Hicks admitted. nnni.?? attqii 1 n Ipct hpfnrp 1 UtU JTIOICUJ Cllaiu, J Melvin must 'a' been killed," Thorn went on, "Sim was seen goin down into tbem woods with bis gun on bis shoulder. He knowed Melvin was at the store here, no doubt, an would be a-passin through them woods on his way to Turner's. What more likely than that he went down thar an hid behind that tree till Melvin come along, then uped au drapped him?" "It 'pears to look like It mought 'a' been that a-way," Hicks replied. "It does shore." "Then on top of all that," Thorn added, "is the fact that Sim Banks is gone or else is in hidin somewhar. Now, why would he run off or hide if h? wn'n't euiltv of somethin? And what could he be guilty of If It ain't this murder?" Hicks sighed and shook his head. "1 reckon you must be right Jim," be said, "though I hate wuss'n pizen to have to say so. Yes, It looks lik'e Sim must 'a' done it It does shore." "Of course he done It" another said emphatically. "Lord, that's jest as plain to my mind as the nose on your face. I don't see how anybody'd man jr W:i J "That is a lie, Jim Thorn." age to go 'bout doubtln with all that evidence ag'ln Sim. It's too pluiub plain for doubtin." " 'Tis so," agreed another. Then he added, "My land, what you reckon they'll do with Sim for It?" "Lord, they'll hang him, of course," some one replied. "They're shore to." "1 duuno," Hicks said. "If Sim done It. he had a right smart cause for it, an I guess niebby the court would find some of them extenuatiu circumstances to sorter help him out. Anyhow, Sim ain't ketched ylt, an ketchin comes afore hangin." "By .Josh. Jake, that are a fact! Sim ain't ketched yit, an 1 bet he ain't a-goln to be ketched nutber. No, slr-ee! He's got clear plumb away 'fore this." - ^ 1 "Don't you go an iooi juursc i uuui that," Thorn said. "It takes a moughty sight smarter feller than Sim Banks to keep out of the way of the law, an if he ain't ketehed in less'n a week I'll be pow'ful fooled." "Waal, if they do ketch him," Ilicks j remarked, "I hope they won't do notliIn much to him." "Oh, they won't do nothin more than hang him." Thorn observed, "an my notion is they're most shore to do that. Them kind of circumstances you spoke of while ago ain't a-goin to cut much tigger in Sim's case. Anyhow they'll shore send him up to prison for life at the very best." "Gosh. Jim Thorn," somebody said, "you 'pear to be dead sot ag'in Sim. What uiukes 3-011 so pizen hard on him?" "I ain't I'm Jest talkin facts." "They're rais'able blame hard facts, then." "I can't holp that I didn't make 'em hard." "Waal, I hope they won't never hang old Sim nohow. Gosh a-mlghty, fellers, that'd Jest be awful, wouldn't it?" "It would so," Hicks agreed, "an 1 wouldn't have It done for a purty." "Say," called Sam Morgan, "who you all reckon that stranger was that come 'long over thar In the woods today?" "Lord," Thorn exclaimed, "if I hadn't gone an clear forgot all 'bout him! But I ain't no notion who he was nohow." "He 'peared to take a right smart s Intrust in the murder, didn't he?" "Shore. 'Feared to think It was a painful pity Melvin got killed." "Did so. Acted like it made him * consid'able sorry. I bet he's pow'ful a. 1i.II 1 icuuer ucui icu. "Purty good sort of feller, I guess. c But, say, fellers, what you reckon 1 Loueesy Banks thinks 'bout the way 1 things has turned out?" 8 "I dunno, I'm shore," Hicks replied. a "Guess mebby she dou't know nothin c 'bout it." ^ "Lord, If she does I reckon she can't feel none too good with her sweetheart i dead an her husband a murderer." c "That Is a lie, Jim Thorn?every e word a lie!" a They started and looked around, and r there among them stood Louisa, her j face white and drawn, her form trern- s bling, but a look of dreadful earnest- i ness in her eyes. v TO BE CONTINUED. J . c pisccllancouji j&ratiittg. a h NORTHERN PACIFIC STOCK. i] Some DiHtinguialied Men Who Were ^ Caught In the Recent Cranh. * The Washington correspondent of c the Richmond Times gives an interesting story about the losses caused by speculation in the stock of the Northern Pacific railroad, which swept away c millions of money in a few hours. He writes as follows: Wall street "caught" a few distln- a guished gentlemen last week. A j Southwestern senator, It Is stated, lost $ 575,000 in a day. If his name was t mentioned It would create a good deal of gossip in the Southwest. He is not a man able to speculate, but has been 0 given certain "tips" by his friends in the senate, and an unexpected drop In r Northern Pacific stock left him without a cent. The fever of speculation g attacked all classes, from United States a senators to messenger boys. There was a good deal going on in the buck- n etshops in Washington, as well as in c Wall street, last week. n The Western senator mentioned is s not considered a speculator by any ti means. He is regarded in the United y States senate as a "Holman" of that d body. It will be recalled that Repre- ii sentative -Holman, of Indiana, was h looked upon as the watch-dog of the a treasury. This Western senator Is a member of the appropriations commit- o tee of the upper house. He never loses n signt or tne iaci tnai me vuuuu y o.uu p the treasury should be protected either e in committee or in debate. T It seems, therefore, rather odd that T this senator, who is so anxious to keep n down government appropriations, lost a $75,000 on one deal in a Washington e bucketshop. It is said that, attracted tl by the spectacle of rapidly increasing c, prices, he had gone into the market, A dealing on margins in the office of a ii Washington bucketshop, and had made an excellent deal, as he considered it, \ of $100,000. This senator was unwise 2 enough to put all his profits up, prln- tl cipally on Western railroad stocks o (Northern Pacific). n When the crash came, an Eastern ri senator endeavored to "margin" the h Southwestern senator's deal, but as the amount was so great he was unable to ri do so. There was something like $200,000 involved. The personal loss to the senator from the Southwest, who, as is well known, only draws $5,000 a year, Sl made for him at one time the most ex- b travagant deal in his life. Today he ? is sorry; so is the Eastern senator, who " endeavored to carry his bucket-shop transaction. It is stated in Washing- A ton, it might be added, that in govern- a ment departments many pools had fnrmprl into which each member put a from $25 to $100 for Investment through local brokers. All of these pools have a been wiped out. A young woman In v the treasury department, who recently n inherited $5,000 through a life insur- ^ ance policy, put it all into the stock t( market. Her profits amounted to 0 about $14,000 up to Tuesday evening. u The drop in the stock on Wednesday ^ and Thursday cleaned out all her prof- a its and her original $5,000. James G. Blaine is a well-known speculator in stocks. Within the past v year, it is believed, Mr. Blaine has beaten the market for something like $350,000. Mr. Blaine is a conscpicuous K figure during market hours at a well- 1 known stock-jobbing house on F street p ir? this citv. When he is not playing p the stock market business he is usually n .found in an automobile with Miss j Hitchborn, to whom he will be married June 12th. Mr. Blaine is referred to incidentally for the reason that he was "caught short" on Northern Pacific stock on Wednesday for $125,000. n There were others who figured in the Northern Pacific deal in Washington. One of the men said to have been spec- j ulating on Northern Pacific stock was no less a person than William McKln- . ley, president of the United States. His agent is also a distinguished poli- a tician and statesman. Marcus A. Hanna, of Cleveland, Ohio, United States V senator, and the maker of presidents, ,l was the man who handled President McKinley's money in this stock deal, p and not only lost it, but, it is believed, e ;wo or three hundred thousand dollars vhich he personally Invested. There are others. Some people who leem to know about the crash In Wall itreet think that Secretary Gage, of he treasury department, invested < luite a bit of money and lost. It is i urther stated that the "tip" given the i jresident, and others under him in of- i icial life, was furnished by Daniel < L-amont, at one time private secretary 1 o President Grover Cleveland, and af- < er that secretary of war, and at pres- ] ;nt the man In charge of the Northern 3aciflc railroad. These matters are nerely mentioned to show that oftlmes )residents, cabinet members and others fail to get the right tip on the itock market. Not long ago former Senator Pettirrew, of South Dakota, who is now em>loyed as an attorney by James F. Jill, the railroad magnate, made in Vail street, so it is believed, upwards if $200,000 in two days. Mr. Pettigrew, t will be recalled, prides himself upon he fact that he is an anti-trust man, an inti-monopolist; and while in the senite frequently declared that the people if the country were being robbed by Vail street brokers. In view of the fact that Mr. Pettigrew left the senate without his own onsent, he dabbled in stocks, suggestd by Mr. Hill, and made a quarter of l million dollars within a very brief pelod. Mr. Hill, the man who "tipped" Jr. Pettigrew, dibbled a little bit himelf Just previous to informing Mr. 'ettigrew that there was money in inesting In Northern Pacific railroad. ?ow, as to Mr. Hill today, with the exeptlon of J. Pierpont Morgan, he has nade more money in speculation than ny other man in the world. It is well mown in the West, if not in the East, hat he cleaned up four million dollars n a week in Wall street. The Vanderillts, the Goulds, and Dr. Depew lost his amount. This is history in New rork and is well-known among flnanlers all over the United States. IOW AGUINALDO WAS CAPTURED. ieneral Funnton Tells the Story In Hft Official Report Just Received. A description by General Funston nd Captain Hazard of the capture of iguinaldo was received at the war epartment last Thursday morning In J he mail from Manila. General Funton says: "On January 14, a special messenger 1 f Agulnaldo's headquarters at Palaan, bearing letters to different geneals of his command and to insurgent hiefs, asking for reenforcements to be < ent him, gave himself up to Lieutennt Taylor of the Twenty-fourth inantry, who immediately sent him to le at San Isldo. He also had valuable orrespondence which gave us Inforlation as to the whereabouts and the trength of Aguinaldo's band at that Ime. We found among them one in hich Baldomero Aguinaldo was orered to take command of the prov- . ice of central Luzon and requesting im to send as soon as possible 400 rmed men to Aguinaldo's camp. "Then and there I conceived the idea . f arming and equipping a number of ative troops to pass off as these exected reenforcements and to make an ndeavor to trap Aguinaldo In his lair, 'he expedition was made up of four 'agalogs, who were formerly com- . landing officers in Aguinaldo's army, nd who selected 78 men of the Macabebe scouts, all of whom could talk . tie Tagalo. I obtained a number of aptured insurgents' uniforms and ten laccabebes were equipped wltn Kemigton and Mauser rifles. "We embarked on the gunboat ricksburg and landed on March 14 at o'clock in the morning. The expedlion was nominally placed in command f Hilario Placido, ex-insurgent coloel. After marching 20 miles we eached the town of Casiguran. We f ad sent word to the presidente of the . )wn through native messengers that c eenforcements for Aguinaldo were on 8 he way through his town. The preslente was completely deceived. My r roops had captured some months ago ome official papers of General Lacuna, c earing his official stamp and seal. In r rder to make the deception all the T lore complete, we succeeded in forging he signature of Lacuna to letters to .guinaldo. These letters were sent on c head and we followed. "The trip to Aguinaldo's camp was most severe one upon the men. Our a ood supply was entirely exhausted, 1 nd my men were so weak that when *e reached within eight miles of Agulaldo's camp we could go no further. f Ve, therefore, sent a messenger ahead o Aguinaldo's camp, informing him of c ur plight and requesting that he send ( s food before we could go further. * 'his was supplied, and the disguise 8 nd ruse adopted by us had been comlete. As we had told Aguinaldo that f ,e had American prisoners he sent e ,'ord that they be given their liberty. r "As the Maccabebes approached the own the troops of Aguinaldo's body- ^ uard, consisting of 50 men, were raivn up in parade to receive the sup- 0 osed reenrorcemema. me men wuu fj osed as officers of our expedition, lurched into camp and paid their repects to Aguinaldo, who received them i a large house built on the banks of N he Pulanan river. "After the exchange of courtesies the fficers excused themselves from Agui.aldo and his staff for a moment, steped outside, and ordered their Macaebe troops drawn up into line and r ommanded them to commence tiring ito Aguinaldo's troops. The rout of | he insurgents was complete. The exnsurgent officers, the five Americans nd several Maccabebe scouts immedltely made a rush for the house which ? . as used as Aguinaldo's headquarters, nd took him prisoner. "Aguinaldo, when first taken prison- ? r, raved and swore at the deception ractised upon him, but later accept- t d the situation with dignity." LOYALTY OP THE SOUTH. A Former Confederate Say* It Wai Mnnlfented Long Ago. Lieutenant Sam Donelson, formerly ioor-keepr of the house, one of the six surviving members of General Forrest's staff, and a well-known Tennesseean, says the Washington Star, was commenting today on the speech made tjy Senator Carmack recently on the jccasion of the president's visit to Memphis. In this speech Senator Carmack told the visitors that the Southern people had been loyal to the Union ever since their arms were laid Jown at Appomattox, and pointed to the large number of volunteers for the Spanish-American war that came from the Southern states. Mr. Donelson recalls two early instances of patriotic responses of Southern people. Fifteen 1 * i.1 /"ft..11 _ nn ?*n tnonins aner me uvu war, nc oayo, :here were evidences of trouble with Mexico. The Confederate soldiers had sarely laid aside their uniforms. At :hls time General Forrest called a mass neetlng of ex-Confederates and citlsens generally, and It was held In Hourt Square In Memphis. At this neetlng General Forrest himself ln:roduced a resolution pledging loyalty ind tendering the services of his own command to General Grant in case :here should be war with Mexico. A :opy of these resolutions, which were ananimously adopted, was wired to 3eneral Grant. "This," said Mr. Donelson, 'was the irst time the Southern people had an jpportunlty to practically express their oyalty to this reunited country, and General Forrest led In the move. I vas present at the mass meeting and leveral patriotic speeches were made nost enthusiastically. The meeting is t matter of history, and an account of t may be found in flies of newspapers n August, 1866. In 1877 there was held it Hurricane Springs, Tenn., a reunion >f General Forrest's men. This was at l time when President Hayes had been juite liberal toward the South. Resoutlons appreciating his actions and relewing the pledges of loyalty of Forrest's command were unanimously idopted. These resolutions were drafted by Colonel Marks, afterwards governor of Tennessee. No more undoubted evidences of loyalty could have been ihown than at these two meetings, rhe recent talk about the reunited eountry Is, therefore, rather too old for ltterance In the present day." HEROIC TELEGRAPHER. Operator Who Sent Ont Story of Jacksonville'* Great Fire. . . ???<? ??-Along early In the afternoon of the ire there came over the telegraph vires that bald, meager message that i fire, with which the city's departnent was unable to cope, was raging n Jacksonville, the beautiful little city >n the banks of the St. Johns. Little else was known when the evenng papers went to press. The South vaited expectantly for fuller news. It vas coming. Down In Jacksonville in the Western Jnlon building there sat alone one nan. He was Operator Steele, and hrough him alone was the outside vorld told of what was happening In he doomed city. When the flames had swept In red lorror across to the east of the city, hey turned. Back to the west along Bay street' and the water front tum>led and rolled the billows of fire. As he fire changed its direction and came vhlrling back toward the west the tel graph building tnat lay on me irum if it was vacated. Clerks fled; operaors deserted their machines. The big building was empty and sient, and the world was waiting to enow the fate of the city. One man stayed. It was Steele. He sat at his desk on the second loor. By his side was an open winlow. He could look out upon that cene sublime in its awfulness. Steadly the whirlwind of flame advanced learer and nearer. Above the roar of the flames the irash of falling walls and the heartending screams of frantic men and vomen there arose one sound. It was heard the world over. Above the clamor, steady and clear, licked Steele's telegraph key. Out of the window he saw this buildng and that blaze up, totter and fall, ind as he watched he sent out over he wire the story of what he saw. The heat and the smoke were stifling, le sought a brief breathing spell in he open street. A block above, in ront of The Times-Union and Citizen ifflce, he saw a young girl stagger and Irop a bundle, saved from a ruined tome, under the trampling feet of the :urging throng at the corner. He stooped and drew from under the eet of the crowd this bundle and 11ftd the slight form of the girl into the lewspaper office. Somewhere out on the river or across in the other side were his wife and >aby, he knew not where, Din ne nupeu ind believed them to be safe. An acquaintance, haggard and smoke itained, seized his arm, as he started >ack to his work at the telegraph key. "They say that your wife and baby vere on the ferry boat that caught fire ind was wrecked in the river!" cried he man hoarsely. "You lie!" said Steele. "Turn me oose. I have work to do." The man dropped his arm and step>ed aside. He saw that telegraph key, the vorld, and the world was expecting he best that was in him. He would give it. The evening gloom and the shadow rere beginning to settle around the dges of the fire's red glare when he iat down at his key again. Night was oming on. The flames were steadily weeping along toward the telegraph >uilding. The heat was sickening. But he stayed at his key, watching the flames through the open window and* telling the world what he saw. How long the hours seemed! And now out of his window was naught but a red sea of flames. The buildings across from the office, on the other side of Laura street, were ablaze. The message went out to the world that the Western Union building was doomed. The man who sent the message believed it. He thought the next instant to be entrapped in a merciless, all consuming furnace. But, wonderful to tell, the flames that Vinri ln.iurhpH" nt th*? firpmpn'd pf forts to fight them before languished! They died away and sickened and sank Into naught but a hot, red glare. The great fire was under control. The telegraph office was saved. He didn't seem to know that he was the hero of Jacksonville's great fire, or any hero at all; but he was. There was, of course, many and many a brave deed done on that day of days, and many a man played the part of most sublime heroism. But the man who stands out In the boldest and clearest relief against that shadowy background of terror is this young telegraph operator. Slowly the others came back to the building, and weary and worn and heartsick the lone operator surrendered his place to them. He had stuck to his post and had done his duty. Others could do the rest that was to be done. "No money In all the world could hire me to do it again," he said to me last Sunday. "I would do it for nothing less than the love of a friend. That is a greater thing than dollars you know."?R. W. Lillard in Atlanta Dally News. THE MAYOR OP SAVANNAH. Sam Jones Gives That Official a Slsslinff Roast. In opening a recent sermon at Savannah Saift Jones delivered himself as follows: "My purpose tonight Is to show that 'He that pursueth evil pursueth it to his own death.' Sin is not only a wrong, it is a disease. If one persists in drinking one becomes a drunkard; if one continues to lie, a liar, and everywhere I've been, except Savannah, to be a liar is a terrible thing. The trouble is men look on the act itself and never see the reflex action on character." Mr. Jones compared the effect of sin, persisted in, to the slow, but deadly poison of a serpent. "I don't need any preacher or Bible," he said, "to convince me that sin is the ruin of men, municipalities, of states and of countries. Right here in this town I can show you characters showing all the horrible ravages of sin. Whether it be the millionaire or the bum, he that sits in the chief seat of the synagogue, or that grovels in a den. the ravages of sin will tell on him. Like the virus of the cancer which kills at last, the virus of sin is deadly. "Again, he that pursueth evil not on ly pursueth death, hut pursuetn aeam to his conscience, but there are a thousand men In Savannah tonight as conscienceless as If dead and damned. The trouble In this country today Is that you have stabbed to death the conscience of the Individual, the municipality. the state and the country. You know that as a nation we have no conscience. The national government Is In league and co-partnership with the Infamous liquor traffic, and both the Republicans and the Democrats, If they can but win by It are willing to continue so. What do the damnable, dirty politicians of this town care If every mother's son Is debauched. If they can get Into office and run their little mills. If Savannah had as much conscience as she has pride I'd have some respect for her. And this want of conscience has crept Into the city churches, affecting deacons, and stewards and vestrymen, aye, In some cases the very ministers of God. "The state of Georgia as an organized political and economic body has no conscience; we levy blackmail from everv saloonkeeper to get money to send our children to school. Why, I'd rather my boy go to heaven sober, knowing only his a, b, c's, than to go drunk to hell and be able to read Greek. Why, If Ignorance barred men from preferment you've got aldermen In this town that couldn't be elected dog-pelters. "I was born and raised a Democrat. I lived and moved among Democrats; but I've got to that point when I think that the highest demands of patriotism and loyalty are those that shield the wife, protect the mother and send the boys home sober. Yes, I've been with the damned, dirty, whisky-soaked, rednosed Democrats. I've made speeches for them and I've toted the torch light In the procession till It burned my fingers, and I've gone home drunk on their Democratic liquor. And all the time I was making speeches, and they were cheering me there was my sadeyed wife at home. But bless God I've quit it, and now they call me a mountebank. a blackguard and a fool, but ttiank God I'm sober and a happy fool. "You, In this town can have your political elections and buy your voters as we buy mules in our country. But If I were here and loved my home I'd sooner commit suicide than see it. And look at your preachers. When these politicians want office they turn from your preachers with contempt and say, 'give us the gamblers and the saloon keepers and we'll go Into office.' You know it. I'd as soon go to Alaska for pineapples or to hell for water as to Savannah for an honest politician. They can send your children to hell and yet say that if they had known of , my work out here to save them they'd refused me the use of the place. Lis- i ten! If I were running a soap 'actory j in hell and they hauled me the caicass of an old alderman like that I'd say leave it out. "Hear me, my countrymen. You talk about a man having stabbed his country's conscience to death. The time has come In this so-called Christian country of ours when we ought to lift our prayer that these consciences be resurrected. "Who'd accuse your mayor of having a conscience? I'm just asking a question. Will everybody who believes he's a conscience stand up?" There was a roar of laughter as to the first question, and no response whatever to the second, no one either speaking or making any move to stand up. "Gentlemen of the press," said Mr. Jones, turning to the reporters on the platform, "put down the facts; don't cover up anything for either God or the devil; give us a square deal." Then turning again to the congregation he said: "Your mayor's personal character Is out of my reach; but as your mayor, he's public property, and he's my meat. "What we need in this country, continued Mr. Jones, "is to put Into every office In the state, from that of governor down to constable, a man that has the fear of God in his heart. You may tie a ten thousand pound rock around my neck and drop me In the Savannah river, but every little babbling wave that passed over me would say 'you have drowned an honest man who had the courage to stand up and preach conscientiously to you.' "Is life so dear, is peace so sweet, that you don't dare help yourselves? Every preacher In this town ought to be a mixture between a billy goat and a mule so that he could butt with one end and kick with the other. To do good here we must put our people on their feet to look and long for better things." + STICK TO THE FARM. A Wise Old Man Gives Some Sensible Advice. Hezekiah Butterworth, editor of The Youth's Companion, believes that the great majority of boys who leave the farm to go to town make a great mistake. In the Chicago Tribune he has this to say on the subject: The electric road, the Industrial school and agricultural college and the trend of successful business minds which seeks the country in middle life, say to the young man on the farm, "Stay where you are. Success today lies In your own acres." Cowper wrote, "God made the country; man made the town." It was an old Greek and Ro man opinion that "cities are the crowns ' of earth and hold the best of life." Which shall it be, country or town? The answer comes from the city. The business man as a rule says, "When I become rich I will go back to the country again." He Is doing so, and abandoned farms are disappearing. To live In the country after the manner of "Farmer Jefferson," the early presidents, Daniel Webster and nearly all * of the late presidents, of English statesmen and English and French scholars of ample means, Is becoming one of the new and healthy examples of scholarly and successful business men. Nearly all authors live In the country near cities, or have country homes. The time was when Intellectual people lived In the country. Then came a rush to the cities, and young men on the farms left the heritage of their fathers for the city or for the West. This current of life Is arrested. It Is not only the electric car, which which gives to most places In the country the advantages of the city that Is doing this. It Is the fact that protected crops make small farms profitable. Go out of Boston to a place like Arlington and see the glass gardens, or cross the river at Fall River and note the great greenhouses, a part of whose markets under these new methods of farming will secure a greater profit from two acres than his grandfather did from 50. The great growth of factory towns makes for him a ready market and the electric car a new carriage. There Is In Connecticut a farm of ten acres under glass. Protected crops Is the new trend of country life, and under this system ten acres of land are enough. Holland ordered back the sea and became rich In hpp nroteeted srardens. Florida Is re covering through her protected orange groves, and she promises to become more prosperous than ever before. Her trees are worth protection. I have seen a grapefruit tree near Bellevlew, Fla., that bore 1,500 grape fruit yearly, worth $150. One hundred choice orange trees would give one a good Income. Why did the orange groves fail? For want of protection. The Dakotas are protecting their short season crops from drought by little Irrigating windmills. Costa Rica protects her coffee from the sun by banana leaves. So everywhere. The agricultural college, electricity and protection are making small farms good Investments everywhere, even for women. Small fruit farms pay; poultry farms, vegetable farms, flower farms, farms given to the highest development of special things. Women's clubs everywhere help the tendency to country life. The farmer's wife Is no longer lomesome In her healthful retreat amid the trees birds and flowers. The club gives her mental food. The grange In the West offers the voung farmers the widest Intelligence. No; do not leave the farm, unless you have the gift of some professional calling. The farm, and the small farm, Is becoming the best and most desirable possession on earth, and how to make the small farm yield the most profit Is one of the most Interesting studies. Abandoned farms in New England are wholly to disappear, and on them Is destined to live the best of all life, the true, honest and intellectual life. Stay."