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t l h grists sobs, Pobiithtn. | 7 % ?familg Uttnsgaflfr: Jfor fh< |romo?on of fk< jgolitiijal, goijial, iflrii;ultiipl and <Somntet;daI jntfrpts of the gMjIj. {TgR,?o^ wfi."iS cei^*1"* rhtaruhhed lftjsis. ~~ YORKVILLE, S. C., TUESDAY, MAY 25, 1909. NO. 42. It* AHA HAH AHA HAH AHA HAH i 1 Heron' 3 ? 3 By ETTA V 2 tAH AHA HAH AHA HAH AHA HAH i CHAPTER XXVU. Hazel. "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust." Three days later, the family tomb of the Ferrers, on a slope at Mount Auburn, opened to receive a new tenant; and the old judge was laid in its gloom and silence with all the pomp befitting his name ana rame. Graham Vivian was there, solemnly conducting: the last rites. . Francis Heron and his wife were there, chief mourners at the burial?both preserving a strict propriety of demeanor, an admirable calmness of look and manner. In the crowd of people who had gathered to pay their last tribute to the departed, nearly every one by this time knew something of Hazel's story; and -.ppany were the curious glances cast at granddaughter whom Judge Ferrers had acknowledged only on his death-bed, and then solely through the influence of Francis Heron. The ceremony over, Heron took his wife's passive hand. whisnered. and assisted WlUCf ??v ? ? m r her Into the carriage. Under the stately Cambridge elms they went back to the city and the Commonwealth Avenue house. During the ride, husband and wife sat like graven Images in opposite corners of the vehicle. Speech there was none. The two seemed to have absolute nothing to say to each other?they had had nothing to say for the last three dismal days. It. was twilight when they reached the great house, over the wealth and splendor of which Hazel was now undisputed mistress. In a drawing room, sumptuous with fine grained rosewood and draperies of gold brocade, Graham Vivian came to take formal leave of Heron's young wife. From a massive chair 01 guucu ?. work, like a throne, she arose to meet him. Some wax-lights, in a tall candelabrum of wrought silver, shed a soft lustre on her girlish, black-draped figure. All about her were rich, subdued colors?carving, mirrors, gleams of costly metals, cabinets enriched with panels of cathedral glass, webs from Oriental looms. And in the midst of her new luxury, Hazel stood, "An alabaster woman, with fixed brows," and held out her small hand to Vivian. "You return to Black River by the next train?" she said, as she looked wistfully into his friendly face. "Yes," he answered. "It is now three days since Jael disappeared, and, as yet, nothing has been heard of her." "I still believe that she is hiding somewhere in Black River." "Then, sooner or later, she will appeal to you for help, Mr. Vivian. She must regard you as her best friend, for you were the first person to teach her right and wrong. Oh, I hope," with a little nervous contraction of her smooth brows, "that no bodily harm has come to the poor girl!" By the look on his face she saw that she had but expressed his own anxiety. * Hio nart nf ft hero "jaei nus ^mjiu ? ine," he answered; "and it is possible that the Blackbirds may attempt to visit vengeance upon her. For that very reason I am anxious to remain within reach, should she need my help." Hazel nodded thoughtfully. "I feel sure that Jael did not do mo evil of her own will," she said; "but at the instigation, perhaps the direct command, of some other party. When she is found, Mr. Vivian, assure her of my full, free pardon, and, if you like, send her to me for safety. I not only forgive her?I will gladly take her Into my service. Surely her foes could not reach her here?" "No," answered Vivian. "You are very kind, and Jael will be sure to receive your r fter gratefully. Could we but find her, we might win her full confidence, and so induce her to name the parties who have used her as a tool. You?that Is"?rather awkwardly, for he felt that he was treading dangerous ground?"You will not return to Black River, Mrs. Heron?I mean, for the present?" "No," she answered; "but don't forget to keep me Informed of all that concerns poor Jael?" "I will not forget," he replied, and pressed her hand warmly, and departed to take the evening train for Black River. Then, from a far end of the room, where he had been quietly waiting, Francis Heron advanced, and stood befnrp his wife. "I, too, must say good-by," he began. "For three days you have endured my presence?I will now relieve you of It, Hazel. Of course, I understand that you mean to make your future home here; but pardon me?alone??will you live alone?" "Why not?" she answered, dryly. "For one thing, you are very young. It is hardly customary for a girl In her teens to remain without a companion. Have you no female relatives, no family connection, who would take you In charge?" She "looked at him defiantly. "I do not care to be taken in charge by anybody, Mr. Heron. Of course, I have no relatives?you forget that I am the last of the Ferrers race, and about my father's people I know nothing. nuwevcr, uie pruspeti uuest iiui uauni me. It is likely that the friends of Judge Ferrers will in time find me out." "No doubt of it!" he replied, bitterly. "With your beauty and wealth, you will never lack for friends! I don't wish to appear meddlesome, but I must say again that to live entirely alone with hired servants seems hardly the proper thing for you?at your age. you will be sure to find it no end of a bore." Her voice grew hard and cold. "Solitude Is better than the society of people that one dislikes, is it not?" "Undoubtedly! I understand your gibe. Hazel?you have escaped from my house, and the rest does not matter." She set her lips in mutinous silence. AKA KM AKA KAK AKA KAK AKA * SWlFE. 5 _ | V. PIERCE. f s AKA KAK AKA KAK AKA KAK AKA The wax-lights shone down on her small head, "Bouyant, like a bell-flower on Its bed," and over her black, slender figure, and the lovely, passive hands that gleamed pearl-like against the folds of her mourning gown. In all the future stretching dismally before him, would Francis Heron be able to blot the picture that she made from his memory? Fain was ne to cry; "Oh whitest Galatea, can it be That thou shouldnst spurn me oft who love thee so?" What he did say was this: "When I urged marriage upon yf?j, Hazel, I knew you cared absolutely nothing for mo; but, Just Heaven! how could I foresee that your indifference would at once take the form of positive hate? Being grossly ignorant of a woman's nature, I was foolish enough to fancy that Sir Griffin Hopewood'a worthlessness?his cowardly desertion of you?would give the death-blow to your love?wean you forever from all thought of him." Still she made no answer. He waited a moment, then went on, in a choked voice: "You have entered upon a rich Inheritance, but you lack one thing. Hazel ?your freedom?and lacking that, it is possible?no, probable?that all these other possessions may become as apples of Sodom to you. If I could by any fair means restore your liberty, break your fetters, God is my witness, I would do so without a thought ol myself." "Oh, would you?" she queried, faint ly. "Can you doubt it?" "But there la no way." "True. Happy or wretched, in the eyes of the law we must remain one while we live." She glanced around the splendid drawing room. "At least, I have some recompense for my bonds, Mr. Heron," she faltered. "and you have none for yours. This seems very unfair, and it troubles me to think of it. I want to offer?yes, to urge upon you one-half of the Ferrers fortune?my grandfather on his deafh1bed declared that you were not rich. Let there be a fair division of his wealth, and you shall accept a* your right an equal portion of everything. This proposition, cominewfaam ray Jip#, does not sound particularly generous" ?and she tried to smue? ior you remember that Judge Ferrers was wild to make you his sole heir." A bright spark leaped Into Heron's gray eyes. "Is It possible you think I would touch a dollar of your Inheritance?" he answered, scornfully. "If I were starving, I would not!" Her fair head drooped In a mortified way. "That Is hardly kind," she replied. He set his teeth. "You talk of kindness?you?" Well, I do not mean to be discourteous?1 simply decline your proposal, Mrs. Heron?with thanks. It Is my misfortune that, in trying to serve you, I have done you more harm than good. But take courage! I mean to dispose of Heroncroft and the mills immediately, and leave the country with Graham Vivian. You shall have no future occasion to tell me to my face that my presence 'sickens' you. Great Heaven! how flattering to a man's amour propre! I have heard the words ringing in my ears for three days!" "Did I say that?" murmured Hazel. "It was rather rude of me." "Plain, unvarnished truth often seems ?.ft v.? forvlio/] in o onftor tnno MT.ilfc I UUC, lie; icpucui ill c* ov?*v. %v*.v. a surgeon's knife, it must hurt before it can cure. You see that your plans and my own are such as to make any future meeting between us highly improbable. Black Fiver, doubtless, will seem to you always like a nightmare dream, but it is, happily, a dream now over and done with forever." "I shall never remember Black Rlvei as a nightmare," she protested, sadly "I was very happy there. I do nol think," with a sigh, "that I can ever be so happy again. Moreover, is not Sergla still at Wolfsden? Her presence would endear any place to me. I miss her sorely?with all my heart I long to see her again, if only for one moment." Tears gathered in her eyes. She clasped her white hands nervously, unconsciously together. Then, like a child who is anxious to soothe and appease she turned to Heron and said: "Let us not quarrel. I am tired ol reproaches?under the circumstances they seem worse than useless. What we have done cannot be undone. Shal we not part friends?" The dark blood mounted to his forehead. "Friends!" he echoed. In passionate despair: "never! It must be more 01 nothing! Better your hate, Hazel, thar such a miserable, luke-warm thing as friendship. You need not draw a way,' with a short, mirthless laugh," ] have no thought of making love to yoi again. I still retain a little self-respect." She assumed an air of cold dignity. "Since you refuse my friendship, Mr Heron, we must. Indeed, be as nothing"? The sentence ended abruptly, for ? footman appeared at that moment under the portiere, and presented a care to the new mistress of the house. "The gentleman Insists upon seeing madame at once," he said. She glanced at the name and cresi on the card, started?grew absolutelj colorless. Heron moved promptly toward th< door. "Let me bid you good-night"?he began; but she arrested him with a gesture. "Stay!" she said, and then to hei servant: "Show the visitor in." Immediately the portiere was agalr pushed aside, and Sir Griffin Hopewoot entered. He advanced a few steps Into th< I 11 1 I Jm I HENRY H. ROGERS, STAND i , Henry H. Rogers, vice president ol , died suddenly at his home In New Yo , the colonial days. He was graduated 1 , lack of more profitable employment, years, after which he went to work as the early sixties he entered the petrole was the chum and almost lifelong fi f?mi<?Aa Thplr last trlD together was t Copyright by Underwood & Underwood , ? room, then paused Irresolutely. Once more Hazel was face to face with her 1 lost lover. It was a frightful moment. The bar1 onet's ashy pallor?his humble, hesitating air?betokened his deep abasel ment. He did not seem to see Heron? his eyes were fixed only on the slender 1 figure by the tall chair. "Hazel!" he cried out, passionately. "Speak to me!" "How did you find me here?" Those were her first words. "By means of a paragraph In an evening newspaper, which stated that the heiress and granddaughter of Judge r cncia?aw?imu uuuie liuui ciaun ? River to reside at this house." i Her face was as white as his own. i She did not seem inclined to help him with his words. He waited a little, I then stumbled on: "My hotel is only a few streets away. ' When I discovered you were so near? i aw?I could not bear this sort of thing longer?by my soul, I could not, Hazel!" She put one hand on the chair, as if for support. "I am sorry," she said, and the voice . was quite unlike Hazel's. "Sorry that I have found you?" cried i the baronet, with the blood rising to > his blonde temples. "Don't say that! ! Ask why I haven't sought you out bei fore. God knows I dared not return to ' Black River, after my shocking mistake?only a brazen image would have I had the face for that. So there was i nothing to do but stay on at the hotel ' where Heron's telegram found me?aw ?and wait In agonies of remorse for news from Wolfsden. All in vain, too? . nobody has taken the trouble to write ; me a line; I call it deuced shabby of s Rivers! Who was the?aw?thief?" With tolerable composure, she an> swered: i "A servant of the house. Let me say ; at once. Sir Griffin, that I excuse you from all apologies. Considering the evidence, it was not strange that you i should believe me guilty." "It's awfully good of you to say i uiai, lit; niunuureu; anu, us uiuugn , gathering courage, he moved a step nearer her chair. Humble as his bear? Ing was, his ardent eyes betokened the ? lover, eager to plead his own cause, and t confident of final victory. For the first I time he nodded to Heron?looked at him in a sort of resentful amazement, as If to ask, "What are you doing here?" Then he burst out: "I was a 5 dolt?a blind idiot, Hazel!? But?It r is Impossible to talk to you In the pres1 ence of a third party. Give Mr. Heron i permission to withdraw?he must know ' that I have many things to say, which 1 are not for his ears." i "Pardon," she answered: "Mr. Heron must remain. You can say nothing that he may not hear." Sir Griffin stared at her blankly. She . stood up in that magnificent room, not the arch, sweet Hazel that he had known only three days before at Wolfsi den, but a marble woman, in a gown of lustreless silk and blackest crape, with 1 something in her pale, perfect face that was altogether new and strange to him. i Fascinated, yet with a vague chill at his heart, Sir Griffin realized uneasily t that everything was now changed bet tween them?that all the conditions and circumstances of the girl's life i were changed. She was no longer poor or unknown; and with fortune and sta - tlon sne naa suaaeniy ussumea a uig nlty?an air of hauteur and reserve that alarmed and amazed him. r "Oh, I understand!" he fumed. "You wish to humiliate me in the presence of 1 a witness! Well, I accept the punlsh! ment?I deserve it! I am ready to sue for your forgiveness before all the i world. Love! love! See! I am at ^ 11 ' M w jam lAED OIL MUXTIMILLIONAIBE, NEW YORK. ' the Standard Oil company and active irk city, was born In 1840 at Falrhaven ,'roin the Falrhaven high school and sol He then became a clerk In a store at i a train baggageman on the branch ra ium business In Pennsylvania, and his i 'lend of Mark Twain, Mr. Clemens at ? the Bermudas. I your feet?I care not who looks or listens! Here I am, and 1 will nevei rise until you grant my pardon, and lift me again to the level of your heart." Before she could make a motion to restrain him, he had flung himself on his knees before her, and buried his face in her mourning dress. "Oh, stop!" panted Hazel. "Sir Griffin, is it possible you do not know that I am now the wife of Francis Heron?" She snatched her gown from the abject, suppliant lover, and turned to her silent, irowning Dnaegroom. "Did you not tell him?" she cried, with passionate reproach. "No," replied Heron, sullenly; "I did not consider it any affair of Sir Griffin Hopewood's." Amazed, horrified, the baronet had leaped to his feet. "The wife of Heron!" he echoed, "Oh, cruel, wretched girl!" She pressed one hand unconsciously to her heart. "Is it for you to call me cruel?" she said, as if goaded to some sort of defense "You never loved me, Sir Griffin, My beauty may have dazzled you for a time, but that was all. It was easy, very easy for you to believe me guilty ?to leave me alone In the midst of ene mica?iu nine niai uii?pcaivtiujy uicau* ful letter of farewell." She shuddered, as If at the opening of a wound. "This man"?making a reluctant gesture toward Heron?"befriended me when I had no friends; he took It upon himself to prove my Innocence, In spite of all the evidence against me!" "In short," sneered Sir Griffin, "Mr, Heron knew how to seize opportunities!" He looked keenly from one to the other of the two. Never did bride and groom wear such Joyless, tell-tale faces. The baronet smiled bitterly. "To be off with the old love and on with the new in three days?aw?Is that quite possible, Hazel?" "A singular question for you to ask?" she replied?"you, whose love died in a moment?as you assured me in youi farewell letter." A swift change swept his handsome, angry face. His breath grew thick and short. "Love does not die in a moment, noi yet in three days!" he said, hoarsely "What have you done? Perjured yourself?married this Heron in a fit of disappointment, or pique, or some othei damnable folly. And you care nothing for him?you love me; you know, also that I love you?however I may have wronged and Insulted you." She made no attempt to refute his charge. Without, in the street, wheels were rumbling, lights shining brightly Night had fallen on the great city Within, the candles, under roseate satin shades, poured soft radiance dowr on the unfortunate trio?on the palt bride, and the tragic faces of the husband and the lover. Sir Griffln wenl on, wildly: "We are quits now, Hazel?I wrung your heart, and in return you hav< broken mine! Oh, poor darling, w< were very happy, were we not? And 1 meant to have made you happy in al the years to come. But now you an lost to me forever. I must give you ur to this churl, this interloper"? "That will do!" interrupted Francis Heron. "Spare her further torture, Sli Griffin?you are neither civil nor generous." The lover turned and stared scornfully at the husband. "Aw?I offer you my congratulations Mr. Heron," he sneered. "Victory, don'i you know, is sometimes more disastrous than defeat. Hazel is mine this very moment?not yours?never yours! k I I WHO DIED SUDDENLY IN head of that gigantic institution, who , Mass., where his ancestors lived from ,U pa^ClO UU IUC OHVVU7 *V4 u $3 a week, holding the place for five ilroad that ran through Falrbaven. In lse to fortune thereafter was rapid. He : many times being his guest on yacht By some cursed chance you have '"o possession of her body, but her soul re [ mains in my keeping. But for you sh ' would have forgiven me at onde. Yoi i have separated her forever from th i man she loves?thrust your insignifl i cant self Into my place; and"?waxini furious?"she will hate?yes, loath you for It to the end of her days!" "Have you anything more to say? demanded Heron, in an'ominous volc< For answer Sir Griffin extended hi hand to Hazel. Mechanically she pu out her own to meet it. As the two palms clasped, he utterei a cry, and caught her suddenly In hi 1 arms?strained her slender black flgur i to his breast?pressed his lips once t hers. [ "For the last time!" he said, then re leased her and rushed to the door. Sh , watched him go. To this sad and mis erable end her summer idyl had come The portiere swung into place. "Hazel!" cried Heron, starting towar ( his wife; but before he could read her, she swayed and went down to th floor of the drawing room. Half an hour later, when Heron's wlf opened her eyes once more on th , world and Its miseries, she found her self lying on a deep sofa, with frighten , er servants ministering unto her. Sh started up and looked around. Th splendor of the great room mocked he , on every side; the ghost of her crut s old grandfather, who had forced upo: , her a loveless marriage as the price o , her birthright, seemed glowering fror all the shadowy corners. "Where?where"?she began, bu could say no more. "Both gentlemen are gone, ma'am, ventured one of the maids, soothlnglj "Mr. Heron"? ( "He called us to your help, ma'amthen took his hat, and left the house." Hazel cowered down amongst th silken pillows of the sofa, and hid he face. What solace or Joy could th , Ferrers fortune bring to her now? Ver Uy she had paid a Shylock's price to , It? Sir Griffin's frantic arms seeme< Inclosing her still; his last kiss burner her lips?in her ear rung his heart j breaking farewell. "Oh!" she whispered to herself, " wish that I was lying beside my grand father, in the tomb of the Ferrers, wltl no tomorrow before me, for it is bette to forget than to remember?to be deai than alive." To be Continued. If It Were Only True.?"Hyperbol Is a figure of speech In which the or , ator has been wont to indulge fror , time Immemorial. But we doubt I either the legislative halls or the pollt ical hustings have ever evolved th , equal of this outburst of eloquence fror i an enraptured public speaker on th . other side of the Savannah river," say . the Atlanta Georgian. "It discount t any Fourth of July oration we eve heard. Exclaims the wonderful bugler "Has it ever occurred to you, Mi [ Chairman, that the cotton cloth mad | In South Carolina annually would mak . a sheet big enough to cover the entlr face of America and Europe and la I over on the toes of Asia? Or, If all th > cattle raised In each year were one cov j she could browse on the tropical vege tation along the equator, whlle her ta [switched icicles off the North Pole an * that her milk could float a ship load c P her butter and cheese from Charlesto to New York? Or, if all the mules w market each year were one mule, 1 would consume the entire annual cor crop of North Carolina at one mea and kick the spots off the sun wlthou swelling its sides or shaking its tail ' Or, If the hogs we raised annually wer t one hog, that animal would dig th . Panama canal in three roots, wlthou grunting, and its squeal would be lou enough to jar the cocoanuts off trees 1 ' Central America?" 2His?Uuneous grading. COUNTY DI8PEN3ARY GRAFT. Truo Story of Crooked Dealing By Liquor House. A few days ago this writer was tol an Interesting Incident In connectio with the management of the count dispensary of one of the counties th? retains the system. The gentlema who related the story requested ths his name be not used, if the stor was published and for. that reaso neither names nor places will be mer tloned. The story is a true one an every statement can be verified, th writer was assured, therefore it is to good to keep. The facts are as follows, accordln In tha ralntnr who anM thnt tha ate ry was told to him by a member c the dispensary board of county: A month or two ago the dispensar board placed an order with a certai liquor house for a quantity of whit ky, the proof and quality of whic were guaranteed to be the same a sample submitted with bid. Whe the liquor arrived the board, for rea sons not stated, suspected that it dl not come up to sample, so It was sub mltted to a reputable chemist to b tested. The chemist reported that th whisky was not as good as the sam pie and that it was under proof. Th liquor house was communicated witl and the report of the chemist laid be fore them. They came down at onc? like Davy Crockett's coon, withou wnlMnf fnr fnrelhle measures. The' left it to the county board to nam the terms of settlement The boar* decided to pay for the whisky on th basis of the chemist's report and sen a check for the amount deemed fal and just. The liquor men promptl; sent a receipted bill and a credi memorandum and a letter of thank ?and in addition there was enclose* in the same letter, but without a won of explanation, a fifty dollar bill. I Is said that the bill was returned t< the liquor house by the next mail The relator of the story also said tha he had heard that the dispensar; board of another county had ha< practically the same experience wit! the same liquor house. Neither stor; refers to Sumter county, nothing o the kind having occurred here. The story shows that the liquo houses are still inclined to hand ou a little graft when opportunity offer and that they need close watching.Sumter Item. STATUES OF WOMEN. How 8ome of Our Heroines Hav Been Remembered. Jr At the annual homecomers' festive t Adrian, Mich., June 24, will be un " veiled and dedicated a statue o t "Aunt Laura" Haviland, a Quakeres _ of simple life, unassuming manner e and quiet demeanor, with a soft voic u and a tender touch, of whom Genera e Grant once said that if he had a fev more women like her he could dis g pense with half his generals and sol e diers and put down the rebellion lm few months. She was a woman of extraordinary , executive ability and physical am a moral courage, combined with a re t markable gift of oratory and a deter minatlon of purpose which neve 3 yielded to difficulties or obstacle s which others would not have over e come. She had broad and nobl 0 views of life, a deep religious spirl and the most exalted conceptions o . duty. She spent fifty-three years li e the relief of suffering, in the rescue o . the distressed and in the correction o ; wrong. Towns have been named ii her honor, portraits of her kindly fac a enframed in a Quaker cap, with broai h ribbons tied under her chin, hang li e hundreds of schoolhouses and thou Rands of homes on b h s!" of th e Atlantic. Her duat lies beside that o e her kindred in Raisin Valley cemeterj . near Adrian, where she died April 2C . 1898, in the 90th year of her age. Th e last task of her life was to write ai e autobiography which was publishei r under the title of "A Woman's Lif jl Work," and it records many histories n events that are not printed elsewhere ,f A modest monument, correspondln n to her simple dignity, marks the plac where she sleeps, but the citizens o lt Adrian have collected funds by popu lar subscription to erect a tribute t ? her memory that shall endure for th r ages in order that all who come afte them may know who she was am _ what she did; that "the memory o the just shall not perish." Will Car e leton, the poet, will pronounce the eu r logy and appropriate ceremonies wil e be held. Laura Smith Havlland was born ii r Kitley, Ontario, Canada, on Decern 4 ber 20, 1908, the daughter of Danie (1 and Sene Blancher Smith. Her fath er, a native of New York, was an ap proved minister of the Society o I Friends, a man of strong convictions deep spiritual feeling, but reticent o ^ speech. Laura married Charles Hav r Hand, Jr., of Lockport, N. Y., on No\ 2, 1825, and became the mother of sev en children, of whom five survived he and are still living. In 1829 Charles an< Laura Havlland came to Michigan an< took up a farm in Raisin township e Lewanee county, within three mile " of where her parents had settled twi n years before. . Mrs. Haviland was ( ' good housekeeper, a brave wife, a de ' voted mother and the best kind of i e pioneer, being capable of great endur n ance, easily adapting herself to al e circumstances, having a clever facul 3 ty of overcoming difficulties and i 3 cheerful, helpful spirit. r Not long after she was settled sh started a school In a little bulldlni r adjoining her farm home, where sh e taught the children of the neighbor e hood, there being no other person li e the community able to undertake tha e duty. Later her brother, Harve; U Smith, sold his farm of 160 acres am - with the proceeds built what after [j wards became Raisin Institute, th if first manual training school in Mich n Igan, and probably the first In th ? west. It was Intended for the educa n tlon of orphans and the children o 1, parents who were not able to suppor them. The first pupils were nine chll ^ dren from the county poorhouse. e The school became famous, was ul it tlmately adopted by the state legisla jj ture and was the nucleus of two stat Industrial schools, one for girls a Adrian and the other for boys at tl Coldwater. Their existence is due to c _ the labors and influence of Laura ? Haviland. s She was one of the organisers of the tl # first anti-slavery society of Michigan, h and her home was the first "under- n d ground railroad station" in that state. n She cooperated with Rachael and It y Levi Coffin in assisting slaves to escape f< t from the plantations of the south and 81 n helping them on to Canada. She made V t frequent visits to points on the Ohio o: y river to establish lines of communica- ti n tion and "underground stations," and k become so effective in this work that a d a reward of $3,000 was offered any e< one who would deliver her in Ken- f< Q tucky, dead or alive. Shortly after f< this offer was announced she visited rl g Louisville without the slightest at- ai tempt at concealment, and did not h permit it to make any difference with nr _ her work. She continued her zealous erroris 10 release men ana women ?i from slavery until the outbreak of the I* n Civil war, when she went to the Union el army as a nurse, and with masterly s? h energy and ability organized camp a a and headquarters hospitals, corps of ri n nurses and dispensaries for medical e< supplies. b; d She worked under the Christian ^ . commission until 1864, when she was e appointed agent of the Freedmen's e Relief association at New Orleans to e' _ distribute supplies and relief to the c e newly emancipated negroes. While in ^ h performance of this duty she visited ** the prison camps on Ship Island and c< s> Dry Tortugas in the Qulf of Mexico, te t and there learned of the treachery of w Y Captain Attocha, formerly of the Cone federate arflay, who, having surrend dered and taken the oath of allegle ance, was employed by General Banks 111 X as a spy. This gave Attocha an op- n< r portunity to practice almost unllmlty ed blackmail, and upon his testimony ^ t many Innocent persons were sent to nn a Federal prisons. Having learned of bl d these facts, Laura Haviland quietly Ci d set about a work of Investigation and w t succeeded in having Attocha convict- 84 0 ed .*u>d punished. t. She was frequently in Washington JV t and was personally known to Presly dent Lincoln, the members of his cab- , 1 ?, nt ln i Union army and to the leading puby lie men throughout the country, f After the close of the war she de- ' voted her energies to relieving the ] r distress among the pioneers in Kant sas and in doing other works of be- Q a nevolence throughout the nation. Af- j - ter she had passed her 80th year she made a visit to Europe and was lionized everywhere she went In the court house grounds at Galesburg, 111., upon a massive square block of granite is a bronze group of 0 heroic size representing a bareheaded woman supporting a dying soldier ^ J with one arm and giving him water - from a tin cup with her right hand, f It represents "Mother" Bickerdyke, a b famous army nurse, who went from tc - - - T .. ? ? te 8 uaiesDurg 10 me uwue uum at u? e outbreak of the Civil war and served 84 .1 until the close of that struggle. She ^ v was one of the best known of the - army nurses. General Sherman onco n( - said, "She outranks me," and that re- ' a. mark Is Inscribed upon the pedestal. m She was a large, powerful woman, ** y with extraordinary executive ability pi 1 and personal courage and the battle- 'n - field had no terrors for her. She ? - went among the wounded fearlessly ** r under fire, assisting the surgeons and s< s comforting the dying. After the war - she devoted her time to charitable e works up to almost the very date of hl t her death, at Bunker Hill, Kan., No- Ia p f vember 8, 1901. This monument was n erected by popular subscriptions of pI f from 10 cents to $100 collected by the f Women's Relief Corps and an appro- w n prlatlon of $6,000 made by the Illinois e legislature toward the fund. The 83 i monument was designed by Theo. ? n Alice Ruggles Kltson. ei \r?Ann Ooll RlolfPrrlvlffl wfta R aiaij m.i. ? ? e descendant of the brother of Mary f Ball, the mother of George Washing- ^ ton, and was born near Mount Ver- , k< I, non, Knox county, Ohio, July 19, e 1817. She married Robert Bicker- ^ n dyke April 27, 1847, and removed to d Galesburg, 111., in 1856, where she e lived until shortly before her death. il In the quadrangle of Leland Stan- . >. ford UnLverslty at Palo Alto, Cal., is . g a singular group, consisting of the ^ e late Senator Sanford, his wife and his ^ f son. The posing of the figures and tj. ,- the lack of artistic merit have proo voked a great deal of ridicule andsa- . e tire, and the irreverent students com- a) r monly allude to the group as "The R d Father, Son and Holy Ghost." The f monument was placed there by the . . latP Mrs. Sanford to remind the stu- TT - dents and the public of the founders ^ 11 and benefactors of the university. The Stanford family Is extinct, and the 11 trustees have permitted It to remain - until now, although Its removal has .1 been suggested. The battle of Guilford Court House C< - was fought In North Carolina, March t IB, 1781, between Lord Cornwallls, in command of the flower of the Britf ish army In America, and General - Nathaniel Greene In command of about a ' 5,000 badly armed and equipped pa- ? - triots. The result was the immediate I1 Si r and utter abandonment by the British d general of his campaign to subjugate - -- , ... d< a North and South Carolina ana ine re?. storatlon to the Union by General s Greene of those two states and Georo gla, which had been overrun and gara rlsoned by British troops. Cornwallis - sought safety under the guns of the a British fleet at Wilmington and dellb erately allowed Greene to pass him cl ll unopposed, marching southward. In - April Cornwallis marched northward ai a to Yorktown, where he finished his ,n American career, e The battleground at Guilford, con- a g slstlng of about a hundred acres of P1 e land, was purchased by an association w - of patriotic gentlemen In 1887 and laid 01 n out as a park. It Is on the direct line 8' t of travel ft-om New York to Tennes- 8' y see, Florida and New Orleans by the c< r* -ollwov In th? Sllhurbs Of n OUUIIICI It ... ,..v - the flourishing city of Greensboro. b< e Twenty-seven monuments, Ave of tl - which are crowned with statuary, ? e have been erected, and a bill has been L - Introduced In congress to appropriate si f $25,000 for a monument to General tl t Greene. C Among the other monuments Is a ol noble bronze statue to Mrs. Keren- ai - happuck Norman Turner, erected In y< .- 1902, which I am told is the first and "1 e only memorial of the kind ever erect- fc .t ed to a Revolutionary heroine?al- M hough I am becoming rather sceptlal concerning such statements beause I am hearing of monuments and tatues of women from every part of he country. Nevertheless I have eard of no others thus far, and we '111 let It go at that. Mrs. James Turner lived In Maryind and was a planter's wife noted >r her Intelligence,, her courageous plrlt, her wisdom, tact and energy, /hen she sent her sons to the defense t their country in 1778 she exacted om them a promise that they would eep her informed of their wherebouts and needs, and when she learn3 that one of them had received a jarful wound at the battle or uuh>rd Court House she came to him, ding on horseback night and day, nd nursed him back to life, so that e was soon able to rejoin his regitent He lay In a log cabin very near the jot where the monument stands. She nprovlsed a treatment which was as !hcacious as the ice pack of modern lrgical science. She bored holes in tub, which she suspended from the ifters above his bed, and kept ltflll1 with cool water from a creek nearly, which, dripping upon the wounds llayed the fever and hastened the ealing. One of her daughters married Jos?h Moreland Morehead of North arolina, another married Charles [orehead, his brother, and went to entuckv. Both families have be )me distinguished. Charles Slaughtr Morehead and James Turner forehead have been governors of entucky, and the latter was also nlted States senator from that state. )hn M. Morehead was one of the ost famous and popular of the goverors of North Carolina, the leader of le Whig party In that state, and an rdent advocate of internal Improvelenta James Turner Morehead, his th? i pad ?r of the North arolina bar of his generation, and as a representative in congress for tveral terms. The present generation of Mrs. Turar's descendants are scattered over te country, and are distinguished In te professions, in politics and in busess. The Inscription upon the monument tads as follows: T81. 1902. A Heroine of '76. tfrs. Kerenhappuck Turner, mother of Elisabeth, the wife of Joseph Morehead of North Carolina and rand mother of Capt James and John dorehead, young N. C. soldiers under Greene, rode horseback from her Maryland home and at Guilford Court House nursed to health a badly wounded son. ?Washington Star. OUR LOST EMPIRE. ow the Whole Northwest Might Have Been Unole 8am's. When the war of 1812 broke out As>r asked President Madison for letrs of marque to equip an armed ves* *-*- ? fn Aa/temA his II SI ma UWU OA|a;u*w w viV.<...w aclflc colony, says C. M. Harvey in le Atlantic, but the appeal was Ig>red. Had that small favor been ranted. As tor would probably have alntalned himself at Astoria, despite le apathy or treachery of his British irtnere. If there had been a man of lamination and courage in the White ouse in those days?a man like oosevelt or like Jefferson?this reainable measure of recognition would ive been granted. If they had been granted what would ave been the outcome? With his rge resources, his sea base, and his usslan affiliations, it is extremely nobably that Astor would have shut it the Hudson's Bay and the Northest companies from all trade west of ie Rocky Mountains; that controverr with England over the title to the regon region, then including everyiing up to the Alaskan line, which ided In 1848 by the compromise that " '* A ,A 4Q4k ive U8 all IDe lemiury uciun um irallel, would have been averted; ie present British Columbia and Turn, which were not valued highly by lybody in those days, would have sen ours by the peaceable process of :cupatlon and expansion; and then hen California came into our hands i 1848, and when Russia handed over laska to us in 1867, we should have id an unbroken coast line from San lego up to Point Barrow, in the Arcc ocean. In that event, restricted to ie east side of the Rockies, as she ould have been, Canada would proboly long ago have asked for annexion; the Great Lakes and Hudson ay would have been near the centre ! our territory, and the United States' lace upon the world's map and the nlted States' influence in the world's >uncll8 (large as each is at this moent) would have been much greater. SOME FAMOU8 BULL8. ollection From th? House of Commons?A Few From the Pulpit. The house of commons, as might tve been expected, has contributed a ,ir share to a very amusing collection ! "bulls." It was In one of the deLtes of that body that the late Col. lunderson described Eastern Rumella i "man enough to take her stand" in ifense of a certain threatened right An Irish M. P. once declared that of le outrages reported from Ireland roA.nnnrtpni wura exanerated and ilf had no foundation In fact?a stastical computation that reminds one ' another Irish M. P. who declared exted ly to a group of fellow members: want to convince you that there isn't ly truth In half the lies they are tell g about Ireland." The biography of Dean Hook recalls certain minor canon who used to reach at the Cathedral when Hook as a boy at Winchester school. In ie of his sermons there occurred the riklng reflection that "what Is lmposble can never be, and very seldom )mes to pass." Another discourse was long rememered for its pathetic lamentation on ie degeneracy of the age: "O tempot! O mores! What times we live In! Ittle boys and girls run about the :reets cursing and swearing before ley can either walk or talk!" But the hurch of England has no monopoly [ these violent contrasts, for It was t a City Temple meeting not many ears ago, that a speaker exclaimed: [ find my time Is already gone. Thereire I will keep within It."?Windsor [agazlne.