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i.u. grists sons, pobUihen. } % Jfamilj $? rosflaptr: jfor th< {promotion of Ihf folitioal, fodal. ^jriqaltopt and ?ommfi[ciat Interests o|( III* (TK mro ron. nniimvanci! i HTini.iBmm i?*a YORKVILLE, 8. C., PEIDAY, JUNE 4, 1909. NO. 45. UOlilUJUttJAAJLJA/ HAH AHA HAH AHA HAH AHA HAH , I Heron' 3 ? 3 By ETTA \ 3 UH AHA HAH AHA HAH AHA HAH < CHAPTER XXX. Hazel Speaks. A typical Boston day, with an east wind sweeping in from the boisterous harbor, and a sky full 01 gusiy, leuucu clouds. Dashes of rain struck the plate-glass windows of a certain Back Bay boudoir, where a young person In sombre garments was sitting alone at the upright piano, with music of Chopin's and Schubert's spread before her, and idle Angers resting on the silent keys. The room, like all of Its kind in these modern days, abounded in panels and mirrors, brocade upholstery and art sllK draperies. On the hearth a log burned: An arched niche in the carved chimney piece sparkled with Kozan mm Satsuma. A very old vasca ai>u and ugly dog reposed in a satin-lined basket by the Are?sole companion of the young person, whose eyes gazed absently out on the wind-swept avenue, and whose thoughts were wandering afar to a chestnut knoll by a river?to a sunny, old-fashioned garden full of pear-trees?to the Bteep roof of Heroncroft, flecked with purple dove-wings ?for the boudoir was a nook in the city mansion of the late Judge Ferrers, and the solitary person at the piano was myself. For three weeks I had lived in a strange new world of ease ana spieudor, growing dally more familiar with the fact that I was now a great heiress, able to hold up my head with any In the land?that my life had suffered a vast unheaval, and eould never again be as it had been. Three weeks? To me, the time seemed like three centuries. . t I arose from the piano, and walked across the boudoir. As a reached the mohogany door, It swung back, and a voice, not altogether unfamiliar, said: ..t???t Kotr^od vonr footman not to raiuvu?m. wBOw%. ^ ?. announce me." And I saw Mrs. Van Wert standing on the threshold of the room. She wore a tailor-made costume of green broadcloth, with a knot of Parma violets on the lapel of her coat Her manner betrayed a slight embarrassment, and the smile on her lips was meant to disarm me. She put out her delicately gloved hand. I took it promptly?there was no bitterness In my heart no resentment I was honestly glad to see a familiar face. "Oh!" she cried, "I am forgiven! You bear no malice?FntfriW awttmy. There were extenuating circumstances in that dreadful affair?I really could not oe uiaiucu. "Let us not talk of It, Mrs. Van Wert." "How delightful of you! I always knew that you possessed the sweetest nature In the world." She sank Into a deep chair before the merry log, and nestled her Cinderella feet in a rug of white fur. "And so you live quite alone in this great house?" she said. "My grandfather's old servants are here," I answered. "They take very kindly to my rule." She opened wide her laughing blue eyes. "Do you see any other human creature?" "The family lawyer, of course, and a few particular friends of Judge Fer My visitor regarded me meditatively. "Your position is certainly unique?a girl In her teens, married, but not a wife, living quite solitary, yet with a husband in the background?very much in the back ground, it seems!? and with the romance of a titled and recently heart-broken lover hovering over all! Entre nous, do you know that you have made a little ripple of excitement in the pompous, conservative Hub?? that you are actually the latest sensation here?" "Please, don't!" I said, not attempting to conceal my annoyance. "Oh, but It Is so, my dear! As the * 4 ~ * vnu mnut nnt last ui nit: r eima la^c, /v? hope to escape the eyes and tongues of the curious. At the Browning clubs and the five o'clock teas, everybody Is talking of your youth and beauty, or, rather, such glimpses as they catch of it when you ride abroad in your natty victoria, with that hideous dachshund dog on the seat beside you." Disturbed by a strange voice, the dachshund thrust his brown muzzle over the edge of his basket, and blink ed at me in silent sympatny. "Turk is an old pet of my grandfather's, and has the right of priority here?so I make much of him," I said, trying to smile. "I am sure that neither of us cares to become the object of curiosity to strangers." Mrs. Van Wert seemed to study the pattern of the tiles on the hearth. "Frances Heron?ahem!?is not in town?" she purred. I felt the blood flame in my face. "No." "Of course, it is very embarrassing, but I may speak of him, may I not? Really, the marriage and separation are known everywhere?Impossible to keep such things from the gossips- Ah, well, poor child"?as though the speak~nrnnlmi j qo1 ? t*i ?tut uuciiug mtr dviiiv w.v^-w ace?"unhappy unions are not altogether Irremediable. After a suitable time, one can always appeal to the divorce court." I looked straight Into the crackling fire, and made no reply. My visitor went on feelingly: "The day that Sir Griffin Hop^wood sailed for England, I chanced to go over to the East Boston wharf to see a friend embark on the same steamer. The baronet was absolutely crushed. He seemed especially bitter against Colonel Rivers?called him an unscrupulous cheat, and wondered how decent people could tolerate him. 'Let nobody ever mention the fellow's name In my hearing again!' he said. And when I expressed a polite wish that he might revisit America under happier circumstances, Sir Griffin became quite rude, and answered. 'God knows, I have had enough of this Infernal country.* I suppose the colonel did win money AHA KAK AHA HAH AHA HAH AHA SWlFE. 5 _ S V. PIERCE. f i AHA HAH AHA HAH AHA HAH AHA from him at cards, especially after you came to Wolfsden, for the poor fellow was so deeply in love with you that he did not mind the loss of lucre then." The rain lashed the window, the east wind roared up the avenue. With growing excitement Mrs. Van Wert continued: "If you were treated infamously at Wolfsden, my dear Hazel, so too, was I. We may consider ourselves fellowsufferers. You saw with your own eyes, did you not? that Pitt Rivers, by every word and look?in all ways save by open avowal?expressed a passionate love for me?" "Yes," I assented. "I played the banjo to him by the hour together"?hysterically?"and he really pretended to like it! My toilets were made solely to please him; and, worst of all, to outshine my rivals, I brought my diamonds to Wolfsden, risking their safety with the most disastrous results, as you know. Yet, after all that, I was allowed to leave Wolfsden without hearing the declaration which was my due. He played fast and loose with me In a shameless fashion?he deceived me grossly, for all the time he was thinking only of Sergla Pole." She stopped to sob wildly for a moment, then went on: "The loss of my diamonds?the substitution of false stones for all those perfect Jewels has well night broke my heart. I feel that I can never lully recover from the blow! Colonel Rivers flatly denies that the theft was accomplished at his house. He says that Jael had not skill enough for such work, and that It is preposterous to lay It to the charge of the Blackbirds. Well, the case Is in the hands of detectives, and I am told that I may look for startling developments soon. Oh, I wish from my heart that I had never seen Wolfsden, nor that dear, delightful, arch-deceiver, Colonel Rivers!" After this outbreak she dried her eyes on her lace handkerchief, and grew a little spiteful. "The man was lifted into his present prominence," she said, "solely by Sergia Pole's father. What does one really know of his family connections?his past life? After his heartless treatment of me, I suspect that he is nothing more nor less than a wicked, fascinating adventurer." She went away soon after, and left me to my own reflections. I had left Black River, as I supposed, forever; but it seemed that I was not forgotten by the friends whom I had known there. Two days after Mrs. Van Wert's visit, as I was making ready for a morning walk in Copley Square with Turk, the dachshund, another former acquaintance rustled, like a strong breeze, into the boudoir, and gave me a sound- J ing kiss on both cheeks. "It's a sight for salr een, as the Scotch say, to see you again!" cried Gwen Talcott. "You remember that I never, never believed a word"? "Yes, I remember!" I answered, pressing her hand gratefully. ".raw says ne win sen me vino. uo.>. season. The events of the summer have quite sickened us of the place. We also consider the loss of Francis Heron from Heroncroft an unspeakable misfortune." I could talk to Gwen as I could not to Mrs. Van Wert. I was not afraid of her honest, kindly eyes. "The mils have been sold?" I asked "Not yet, but Heron is determined to sacrifice everything, and leave the country. He is to sail for Cape Town with his friend Vivian. He will seek employment with some English firm there, or turn trader and explorer, and eo huntlna elephants and wild men in the wilderness." We sat down on a sofa, side by side. Her strident voice went on briskly: "My dear Hazel, I rejoice to see that you are not pining here, like Mariana In the Moated Grange. Plainly, the Back Bay atmosphere agrees with you. I perceive that you have gained flesh and color, and your new air of dignity Is delightfully 'fetching.' I dare say, you will soon bolt with ease the symphony concert, the Harvard assembly, physical culture, schools of expression, Trinity Church, and all the other things dear to the blue-blooded Bostonlan." I smiled faintly. "Don't mind me, please?talk about mack River, and?Sercda Pole." "I know nothing about Miss Sergla Pole," replied Gwen, dryly. "After you left Wolfsden, I called several times to see her, but that queer old cat, Miss Carbury, as often denied me admittance. As for Colonel Rivers, he, too, has gone into retirement?we have not seen him at the villa for the last three weeks. Of course, you correspond with your friend?" "In a rather one-sided fashion. I write letters, but she does not answer them." "How disagreeable!" Miss Talcott looked at tier watcn. "positively 1 must go in just five minutes, and the most important thing is still unsaid. Can you guess the errand which brought me to you this morning. Hazel? No, you cannot. Very likely, you may think me demented, but?I felt in my bones that danger threatened you, and I hurried to town to give you warning." "Danger?" "Exactly. Have you forgotten the story of the bank-robber, Langstroth, wnicn paw reiaieu one uay ai ium.ii. You fainted, and Sir Griffln Hopewood took you home?" My heart gave a bound. I could never hear that terrible name without emotion. "No, I have not forgotten." "Well, paw Is In correspondence with some London bankers, whom this same Langstroth once robbed. You must know that the man disappeared from America directly after his release from prison, and has never been seen here since. Yesterday paw received a letter from his London friends, In which they REPLICA OP FULTON'S CLERK Work Is progressing rapidly on the the Hudson river during the Hudson-Fi ore, who are working under the direct tlon, have experienced much difficulty i declare that when the vessel Is compl< navigation. The Clermont, accompanli lantlc, will be escorted up the Hudson i est armada ever seen on the western h< Wise's painting, made while Fulton wi stated that the notorious creature had lately been traced again to the New World. The information was received thmnirh th? London nolice. who knew Langstroth?he has won fame abroad as well as at home. They are positive that he has returned to his old haunts on this side of the Atlantic Paw declares that a round sum should be offered at once for his apprehension. Of course, our summer experience at Black River has made us all morbid on the subject of robberies; yet the fact remains that a great scoundrel is In our midst?perhaps going about this very city, like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour. When paw read that London letter, I said, 'Heron's wife is "?1 ? * - ? Ihnf 4a ftill of living muuc, in a iiuusc u?v - .... ?. plate and valuables. She has no natural protector, and one can never rely on servants?they are always arrant cowards. The poor child shall be warned Immediately!" I could not laugh. The bare mention of the man who had destroyed my father, murdered my mother, gave me a sickening shock. With tolerable composure I managed to say: "America Is a large place, Miss Talcott. Is not Langstroth more likely to try fresh fields and pastures new than to return directly to the scenes of 'hta i old crimes?the localities where he Is still remembered?" Owen shook her head. "One cannot tell. At any rate, It makes me quite nervous to think of you living here alone. Consider the supreme opportunity which you offer to burglars in general?not to speak of this Langstroth In particular." I tried to express my thanks for her solicitude, and the trouble she had tak en in my behalf. As she arose to go, she urged: "Fit up a little arsenal in your house, my dear Hazel, ready for night-attacks, and hire some stout men-servants, well trained in the art of defense." Then Gwen departed. The dachshund climbed upon the sofa in her place. I stroked his honest brown bead. "I have no heart to go out today, Turk," I sighed; "our walk is quite spoiled." And so it was. Since my mother's death a dark and dreadful fear of Langstroth had always lain colled, like a snake in my breast. Now it sudden ly started into rresn me. 1 mignt smie at Gwen's fears, but was It impossible, or even Improbable that the man should find out my abode, and visit me? Far from It; It was even likely. As I reached this conclusion, the door opened again, and a maid-servant entered, with a letter in her hand. "By special delivery," she said. With a thrill of expectation, I glanced at the envelope?It bore the Black River postmark. I tore it eagerly open,. and lo! out dropped the papers, lost weeks before at Wolfsden?my mother's letter and "marriage lines." With these was a brief note from Graham Vivian, simply stating that he had seen| Jael, and by her request he returned the inclosed papers, which the girl had stolen from my room on a certain night that I could not fail to remember. I gave a sharp cry. At the very moment when my thoughts were full of Langstroth these precious sheets came fluttering back to my hands, like lost birds! I recalled the night when the discharge of Martin's gun In the garden had frightened me into dropping my mother's story, at the paragraph where she declared that some person existed In the world who shared with me my father's shame. How often since then harl T nnnrlara/1 thn.Ufi mvstf>rloilS words! In great agitation I fell back on the sofa, and with trembling hands opened the restored sheets. Only the old dachshund saw the tears that blinded me, as I searched them through, till I came to the lines which I had last read in my Wolfsden chamber: "George Langstroth had other victims than you and me?I mean the first wife of Graham Vivian and her son. You must know, Hazel, that your unhappy father was a widower when he married me. Five years before our fa ol moofincr nn tho nnpnn fltPnmPr hp had eloped with a girl as young, as beautiful, as well-born as myself?the daughter of a then famous divine. Even at that time, Langstroth ruled him absolutely; and when the young wife discovered the shocking truth, she fled back to her father's house, and was sheltered there till she died, heartbroken, after the birth of a son. The child ?your half-brother? remained with his mother's kindred. These facts i I gleaned from certain letters and pai pers found amongst my husband's ef: fects after his suicide. Then I rei membered what Langstroth had said i to Graham Vivian, on the occasion of ( his first visit to our suburban home: " 'Two elopements, and each time ' with a beauty!" ONT, FIRST STEAMBOAT EVER ] HUDSON-FULTON CELEBRATION. replica of Robert Fulton's first steamboat niton celebration to be held In New Yorl (on of the commission which has charge In reproducing the obsolete machinery thi ete she will be an exact duplicate of the ed by the Half Moon, a replica of the vess river by an International fleet of war vess amlspbere. The accompanying picture ot is abroad studying art "It Is my misfortune, and yours, c h??#i that i know littla or nothing re- c gardlng the unhappy woman who was 1< my predecessor in sorrow; nor have I s any means of ascertaining whether e your half-brother Is alive or dead. In ke my present distress and anxiety, I I should feel greatly comforted could I . know that the boy still lived, and that t some day you would And him. He Is your senior by several years. He might 1 be to you a guardian, a shield against i future evil. To one so lonely as you ! are today, the possession of a broth- I er"? ] There my mother's letter abruptly t ended. I remembered how I had enter- H ed the room at Lake Cottage In the q dreary dawn, and interrupted the wrl- \ ter?how she had risen from the task, e saying that it could be finished at an- li other time, and how Langstroth, the a arch enemy of my kindred, had stood, it an apparition of evil In the open door, g . j and shot her down in her beauty ana v youth?thus fulfilling his old vows of 9 vengeance. What more my mother meant to add I could never know; but at the bottom of the sheet another hand had penciled I these laconic words: "draham Vivian, pere?thief, suicide, Iw4n Q i ail am Vivian, flls?preacher, t reformer, saint." ? 0 And the handwriting was that of my c old teacher and enemy, Miss Dee, J' known at Wolfsden as Mrs. Steele. * I sprang to my feet. The truth was n so plain to me now, that I could only F wonder at my past blindness. I looked at the Louis XV. clock on the console- 8 table. In a half-hour a train would start for Black River. I gave some <1 necessary orders to the servants, flung a on suitable garments, and ten minutes a later, with my mother's letter lying against my heart, I was whirling away In the "natty victoria" to the city de- a pot?my face set toward Black River, 1 and the house of Francis Heron. e To be continued. ^ t WORLD'S GREATEST DIAMOND. d Interesting Story of tho discovery of ^ The Magnificent Cullinan Stone. On January 25, 1905, the greatest r diamond known to the world was found e in open working No. 2 of the Premier n mine in the Transvaal colony, South Africa, and from the finding to the cutting of this magnificent stone and j, its final disposal its history is a most v romantic one. p The day's work at the mine was over, t and Frederick Weils, the surface man- ^ ager, was making his usual rounds. r Glancing along one sljle of the d6ep ex- ^ cavatlon his eyes suddenly caught the t gleam of a brilliant object far up on j, the bank. He lost no time in climbing up to the spot where he had noted the T glint of light. He had not been mis- ^ taken; it was a really brilliant crystal. e He tried to pull it out with his fingers, t and as this proved impossible, he sought to pry it out with the blade of e his pen knife. To his surprise the v knife blade broke, without causing the r stone to yield. Confident now that the crystal must be a very large one, he j. dug out the earth about it, thinking for r a moment that, contrary to all experl- ^ ence in the mine, the stone might be ^ attached to a piece of the primitive ^ roCK. wnen ne uiauuvereu uiui into was not the case, he began to doubt that the object was really a diamond. He said afterward: "When I took a good look at the stone stuck there In the side of the pit It suddenly flashed across me that I had gone Insane?that the whole thing was Imaginary. I knew It could not be a diamond. All at once another solu- c tlon dawned upon me. The boys often f plays jokes on one another. Some c practical Joker, I thought, has planted this huge chunk of glass here for me to find It. He thinks I will make a fool of myself by bringing it into the nfflre Jn a great state of excitement, S and the story will be told far and wide ^ In South Africa." j Determined to test the stone on the j spot before proceeding further, Wells a rubbed off the dirt from one of its faces ' C with his finger, and soon convinced ? himself that It was not a lump of glass, c but a diamond crystal, apparently of 1 exceptional whiteness and purity. With j the aid of a larger blade of his knife, c he finally succeeded In prying out the \ stone and bore It away with him to the 1 office of the mine. Here It was cleaned and, to the astonishment of all, was i found to have a weight of more than ? 3,024 3-4 carats, more than three times ^ that of any other diamond that has { been discovered. Before many hours I had passed the telegraph carried tld- ? Ings to all parts of the world that the t greatest diamond of this or any other \ age had been brought to light. Mr. f Wells Is said to have received a reward ^ of $10,000 from the company forhisdls- s covery. T. M. Culllnan, founder and 1 I W - Ji \ % <s |i ' V y \ . IJTJTLT, TO BE FEATURE OF | the Clermont which is to steam up fccity next September. The contractor the arrangements for the celebrait propelled the Clermont, but they craft that heralded the era of steam |el In which Hudson crossed the Atfcls constituting probably the greati Robert Fulton Is reproduced from nalrman of the Premier company and ihe of the great prize winners in the Ittery of South African speculation, lamed the diamond after himself; othifs have called It the Premier and sevral different names have been proposed. The package containing the diamond ras transported to England on the Unan Castle steamer Kenllworth and was ^mediately placed in the vaults of the standard juansc or eoutn Ainca. ad Cing Edward expressed a desire to lnpect the great crystal, it was taken to Buckingham palace and for the short line it was out of the bank?only an |our or two?a special policy of insurance of two and a half million dollars /as taken out at a cost of $725. After xamlnlng the diamond minutely, holdng it up to the light to note Its radlnce, King Edward handed it back to ts guardian, remarking, "This Is a reat curiosity, but I should have klckd it aside as a lump of glass if I had een it in the road."?June Century. DANCING AND FIGHTING. n Montenegro They Have Their Own Way of Doing Each. . The national dance of Montenegro is lie^koio, somewhat similar to the horof Bulgaria. Both sexes take part, rossing hands and forming an unolned circle. The music they supply hemselves, each end of the horn alterately singing a verse in honor of the irince and his warlike deeds. The kolo is always danced at any :reat national festival, and the effect 9 very fine. Then there is another lance performed by four or five, usu,lly youths, to the accompaniments of . fiddle, the leader setting a lot of inrlcate quick steps which the rest imtate at once. It is really a sort of jig ,nd makes the spectator's head swim f he watches it for long. "I never saw any dances in northrn Albania," says a writer in the Vide World, "though certain Slav arista love to depict wonderful sword lances, with beauteous maidens swayng gracefully after the style of nautch ;lrls. A casual observer who has seen he Albanians come in Montenegrin narkets or to their great weekly gathrlng in the bazaar of Scutari could lever picture these stern men dancing r at play. "They never smile and they look the Ife they lead, each clan ever ready for mr with Its neighbor and absolutely iltiless in the vendetta. When fighting he Turks the Montenegrins evince a lerolsm and utter fearlessness that is emarkable. The strongest men carry iombs, or rather hand grenades?things he Turkish soldier particularly abomnates. "I was told once how a certain man rhom I knew well saved his band from lemruciiuil. Xliey WCIC mmj wwuisid, and the Turks closing In, when the lomb thrower stood up amid the hail f bullets, lit the fuse with his clgartte and rushed toward the soldiers, vho, seeing his Intention, promptly nade tracks. "It was of course lucky that the Molammedan soldier, who does not much nlnd being sent to Paradise with a iullet, thinks his chance of eternal bliss ery doubtful if he Is blown up with [ynamite. The nerve required to be a omb thrower Is worthy of a little relection. He must absolutely expose ilmself, and as the fuse Is very short he Ignition must be coolly considered. "If premature it means the destruclon of himself and comrades, and when i i? iainy augnt uiu uumu musi uc hrown with mathematical exactitude, n other words, the man must leave his over and charge an overwhelming orce alone and not throw till he Is lose up to It."?New York Sun. Modern Royalty. What is a modern king for If not to et a pattern of the brave, courteous, irbane gentleman and make a comey figurehead for state occasions? If le fails there of what earthly use is le? He cannot govern. He dare not ittemp to rule. He is so outclassed n professional training by his own renerals that he would never be tolirated as an active commander-inhief in time of war. He is hopelessy below the requirements of the age f he dreams of leadership in art or Annnlnff At* UA'lunpO If hp cai 111115, uiciaiuic u* uv<vt*w. ? . ?.w annot make a brave showing of the drtues and graees of more primitive | lmes when he gets a chance he fails itterly. The truth Is that modern royalty Is mndlcapped hopelessly by the progress of mankind. The age Is far too complex to enable a king to play the >art he is cast for In the great drama >f the world's work and struggles, ie would be more than human if he ould live up to the demands of his >irth and the traditions of his vocaion. Kings were formerly tragedies vhen they were evil and great beneactors when they were both good and vise. Now they are perilously near he border line of comedy, which ilides easily down Into farce.?C.leveand Leader. gfttettUanfous grading. CANAL NEGROE8 IDLE. Imported Barbadians Make Good Loaf rs. Panama, June 1.?The Isthmian canal commission has directed its labor recruiting agent in Barbados Island not to accept any laborers who have ever been on the Isthmus. This order grows out of one of several problems that the commission Is facing now in connection with the employment of negro labor in the canal zone. Of the 2,500 common laborers employed on the canal and the Panama railroad by far the greater proportion are negroes from the West Indies, chiefly from Barbados i.id -maica. The commission has found that they stand the tropical heat of the isthmus much better tnan wmte laoorers, ana so long as they can be kept at work the results from them are satisfactory, but the chief difficulty is to keep them at work. xThe order to the Barbados recruiting agent represents an effort to decrease the number of desertions among West Indian laborers. It was promulgated after the commission had made some observations on a boatload of Barbadian laborers who landed at Colon on March 24. More than 100 of these laborers, were set to work at the same place, and on the following morning less than onethird of them reported for work. The commission found that nearly all of those who had deserted after nine or ten hours of work had previously been employed In the canal zone at one time or another. Many of them apparently had availed themselves of the opportunity to get free transportation from Barbados to the Isthmus with no Intention of remaining in the service of the commission, but gome wanted to get employment at other points along the canal route, at points where in all likelihood the commission didn't need them. Hereafter the Barbadian negroes who are employed to work on the canal or on the Panama railroad will be unacquainted with the isthmus and will be more Inclined to "stay put" after they have been landed. The negro employes on the Isthmus generally are showing an increasing disposition to work irregularly. It is due partly to this Indisposition that new laborers are being imported. The quartermaster's department estimates that there are 6,000 idle West Indians on the Isthmus who came here to work on the canal and were at one time in the employ of the commission, but will not accept work at the prevailing rate of pay. The growing uncertainty of this class of laborers results partly also from their disposition to desert the government quarters and messes. Of the 26,000 laborers on the isthmus only the West Indian negroes are turning -against the government accommodations. The quarters provided for them are mosquito proof, cool and airy, but the negroes are continually leaving them and wandering off Into the tropical bush to build shacks for themselves. At the end of 1908 there were only 7,600 of these negroes living In government quarters, while about 16,000 were settled outside. That represented a desertion of about 4,000 from the government quarters within a year. The accommodations that the negroes get in their own shacks are vastly Inferior to those furnished by the government, but the West Indian negro seems to hanker for a home of his own, however humble. The commission has found that very few of these negro bush dwellers can be counted on for regular and useful work. The bush negro apparently is satisfled to work just long enough to get together a few dollars to keep him In - T_ IOOQ I Or 1116 Wt'l'iv. in lino iooi^wi however, the trouble that the canal administration is having with the West Indian negroes Isn't very different from that experienced by some employers of negro labor In the United States. Some of the West Indian negroes employed on the canal have made their employment a stepping stone to other work on the Isthmus. Their chief ambition seems to be to save enough money to buy an old carriage and a Panama pony and many of them have succeeded. These vehicles take the place of street cars in this city and Colon. They are fitted with bells, not the clanging trolley car kind, but merry little bells. One of the pleasantest memories that an American carries away from the isthmus is the jingle, Jingle of hundreds of cab bells floating up from the Isthmus on a tropical summer night. From the veranda of the American hotel of Ancon hill they sound on the fresh evening air like the tlngllngs of a flock of belled sheep wandering In the old city below. Frequently excursion steamers stop at Colon and a hundred or more tour istj make the trip along the canal route to Panama city. These are the harvest days for the negro and the cocheros. It Isn't an unusual thing to see two hundred or more of these old carriages drawn up at the railroad station. The fare is regulated In the city, 10 cents In American money to any part of the city. The carriages are of all descriptions. Many of them have seen service in the United States and had been relegated to the second hand dealers. The Panama ponies which furnish Dnnomo'o ufrppf PflrriflCP IIIC J/unci 1V1 a aiiuuiw U uv>vw% . _ ?o ? service are smaller than the American mustang, but Just as strong and tough. The thills of the carriage seem often to be resting on their backs, so short are their legs, but they go tinkling up hill and down under the blaze of the tropical sun at a pace that ought to make a New York cab horse ashamed of himself. The big negro driver perched on the front seat or for that matter the average passenger lolling on the cushions In the rear, looks as If he might more appropriately be between the shafts and giving the pony a ride. Everybody In Panama who has a dime rides. In the middle of the day It Is too hot to travel any other way. But the American visitor has a thing or two to learn about the Panama cab system. The American just arrived takes his carriage at the Hotel Ancon and starts probably for the quaint old plaza in the centre of the city. The sun is blaz in? and he hasn't gone far before a foaming glass of lager on a signboard beckons to him. The cochero is only too glad to stop. The thirsty American may be gone two or three minutes before the ride is resumed. His thirst may, and very likely it will, assert Itself once or twice more before the plaza is reached, or the American may see something in the window of a Chinese store that he wants to inspect Observe that the West Indian driver on the front seat?the graduate from Uncle Sam's ditch?is most accommodating, always willing to stop. Well, you Anally land at the plaza and hand him a dime. Then you learn the secret It's ten cents for a continuous ride, Just as it's a nickle for a continuous trolley ride in New York, but there are no transfers. Every time you stop for a drink or anything else that takes you out of the carriage you break the continuity of the journey and assault your pocketbook for another dime. The problem of relative values be tween spiggoty (Panama) and Amercan money la tough enough for the ordinary American to tackle on a tropical summer's day, but when you add this ten cents an extra stop factor you have a situation that will wilt a stiff linen collar in about two shakes of a lamb's tall. To many of these negro cabbies their carriages are almost their homes. They cruise around the city of Panama at all hours of the night, and through the midday hours usually stop in the shade of a plaza palm, curl up on the back seat and take their siesta, while the ponies, burying their noses in the oat bags, munch drowsily. It isn't uncommon to see twenty-Ave or more of these carriages lined up In this way in the busiest part of the city. There seems to be at least one striking difference betwen the West In dlan negro of Panama and the negro in the southern states. The West Indian negro of Panama Is apparently devoid of any sense of humor. The negro in the states usually has a lively sense of humor and certainly always has a laugh on tap. The Barbadian or Jamaican negro cab driver in this city reminds you of an English footman with several coats of lampblack rubbed over his face. He is as solemn as an owl. and probably would die if the point of a Joke ever penetrated his skull. Tet with all the uncertainties that Uncle Sam has to contend with in hiring West Indian negroes he will some day owe to them a deep debt of gratitude. They have done a large part of ? -1 [lie actual manual uwui uii un uivku thus far, and when It is finished will have contributed more of their bodily strength than any other race of men. A MILITARY MARTYR. The Tragic Fate of the Drummer of Castine. In,1779 the British built a fort commanding the bay of Castine and the little village of Pentagoet and called it Fort George. It was constructed with four bastions, making the four points of the compass, and with an elaborate labyrinth of cells far underground, where the only light that ever Illuminated the moldy wall was that shed feebly by a sentry's lantern. In the hollow square formed by the bastions the gibbet was erected on which Ball and Elliott were hanged a few years later. Soon after the fort was finish ed It was evacuated by the British, who did not again set foot within its frown* ing walls until September, 1814, when General Gasselin, with 3,500 men, came sailing in from Halifax and again took the town after a half hearted defense. The invaders were not altogether unwelcome to the thrifty inhabitants of the Castlne country, as they scattered the king's gold with a lavish hand and kept open port for the traders. But If they rewarded generously they also punished severely, and when for the second time Fort George was evacuated the following April the underground mnnir nt UUIIH WCIC 1UI1 UI puouilCio, luauj w? whom were redcoats awaiting sentence for breaches of military discipline. All the prisoners were released on the morning of the evacuation except a drummer, who was confined In a cell at the extreme end of the subterranean passage, and In the excitement of a hurrld departure he was forgotten. It must have been several hours before the silence, unbroken by the footfalls of the Jailer or the songs and shouts of the other prisoners, made It plain to the doomed drummer that the fort was deserted. His drum had been left with him, and, seizing the sticks, he began to beat upon It furiously In the hope that some loiterer above might hear and come to his rescue. How many hours or how many days he drummed frantically away In the pitch darkness and gravelike silence of his living tomb can oniy De conjeciureo, but villagers passing near heard the muffled sound of ruffle and reveille, tattoo, assembly, charge and retreat and the regular beat for columns to march by. The superstitious country people ascribed the drumming to supernatural cause and gave the fort a wide berth. The strokes, becoming fainter and fainter, soon ceased altogether, and it was not until years afterward that the underground cells were accidentally expl: :ed and the| skeleton of the drummer, still dressed in faded scarlet, was discovered lying by his moldering drum. Long arter tne oastion wans crumbled and the site of the fort was almost obliterated with weeds and bushes the beating of a ghostly drum was said to haunt the place with Its sound on each recurring 15th of April, but as the surrounding wood was the home of hundreds of woodpeckers the mystery was easily explained.?New York Press. Cornered.?Five young men went into a shop recently to buy a hat each, snvs Bystander. Seeing they were In a Joking mood, the shopman said: "Are you married?" "They each said "yes." "Then I'll give a hat to the one who can truthfully say he has not kissed any other woman but his own wife since he was married." "Hand over that hat," said one of the party, "I've won It." "When were you married?" "Yesterday," was the reply, and the hat was handed over. One of the others was laughing heartily while telling his wife the Joke, but suddenly pulled up when she said: "I say, John, how was It you didn't bring one?"?Galveston Tribune. UNREST. Cium For Prooont Dissatisfaction In tho World. The fresh postal strike voted last night in Paris, brings home to us that of no time in the history of the world are so many signs of general unrest recorded as those' which seem to confront us today. At former periods, when novel theories or actual revolutions disturbed the accustomed order of things, their energy was either confined altogether to particular states or groups of states, or else it affected different countries and different peoples in succession. This was the case with even the greatest among them. Christianity itself permeated the Old World very slowly, and if the rise of Islam was more rapid, it was restricted to the lands open to the aggression of the Prophet and his followers. The conception of modern nationalities and of the sovereign national state spread quickly among the sovereigns and the statesmen of western Europe when once it had been evolved, but it woo oiuiroi iu loouuiui Uic imiius ui the people. The Reformation never really got a grasp of the minds of the Latin races, and the French Revolution had at all times more enemies than friends among the populations upon which it imposed its yoke. In 1848 the ferment in the minds of men was more widely diffused than it had been in 1830, but still it was limited to a certain number of western European states. It did not materially stir this country, and it had no perceptible results upon the Russians. None of these movements after the birth of Islam made itself felt directly in Asia. Indirectly the French Revolution neipea to cnange tne race or south and Central America, but the anarchy which long prevailed in the republics carved out of the ruin of the Spanish monarchy did not for the most part react upon either Europe or North America, save perhaps in some degree as a warning. Now tot the first time the signs of social and political restlessness are discernible not only throughout Europe, but oyer a great part of the "unchanging east" They are not so common in some lands as in others. They are not in all lands affected equally grave. But they are visible everywhere, from the shores of the Atlantic to the shores of the Pacific, and the causes of this phenomenon are not altogether clear. The spread of "education," in the popular sense of that much-abused word, is no doubt one of those causea Improved methods of communication, which make effective organisation possible, are another. The cheap newspaper and the political tract sow the seed. Much of It falls upon unproductive soil. The nations bred In constitutional traditions possess an inherited political Instinct and an acquired experience which render them comparatively immune from subversive doctrines. But among populations who are new td Hbtutj Urnse -doctrines in many cases find ready credence. The "advanced" reformers of China, of India, of Persia, or of Russia are far more uncompromising in their devotion to extreme democratic doctrines than are the bulk of the workers in Germany, in France, in Eng land, or In the United States. They are still under the spell of abstract principles, and they still lack the practical wisdom to adapt those principles to the realities of society as It exists and as It always has existed. The decay of old beliefs, traditions, conventions and customs is, without doubt, a main reason, if a reason of a negative kind, fox the general unsettlement which pervades the masses of mankind in bo many different lands and under conditions which so widely vary. That decay is common to allof the communities in which unrest exists, and It is most conspicuous In the men who consciously promote the feeling of vague dissatisfaction and who endeavor to organise it for political, social or Socialistic enda Not all of these traditions and customs are In themselves aamiraoie. u may be well that not a few among them should disappear. But it is very dangerous for civilization and for all the classes, from the lowest and the weakest to the highest, that they should disappear suddenly and leave nothing in their place. It Is they which have molded the sense of duty In the populations where they are entertained, and If they are violently overthrown the feeling of duty may but too easily go with them. Enlightened reformers whose real aim is the good of the people, and not the satisfaction of their personal aspirations, would do well everywhere to bear in mind that they are attempting to raise up multitudes far less instructed and intelligent than themselves. They should endeavor to judge their projects not upon their abstract merits in an ideal society composed exclusively of the intelligent and the unselfish, but as they seem likely to work among average men and women, with all the natural weaknesses and defects of average men and women. If they did this, they would hesitate long before they threw down, until they were quite convinced not only that they could build up, but that the new building would meet the needs of the tenants much better than the old.?London Times. ABSENTMINDED. A Question the College Professor Could Not Dscide Himself. There is a highly esteemed professor in one of the big colleges who is even more aDseniminaea man musi geniuses. His son is a student In the same college. At the beginning of a lecture to his class one morning a look of perplexity overspread the professor's face, and his hearers noted that his thoughts seemed tq be wandering from the subject he was discussing. At length he paused for a moment and quietly requested that his son be summoned without delay. The young student, startled by such an unusual message from his father, hastened to him, expecting to find him dead or dying. The professor had not finished his lecture by the time his son arrived ana was cxpnuuing u>iuB? In his usual clear and convincing manner. At last the son succeeded in attracting his father's attention, and this extraordinary dialogue then took place: "John, I am surprised," growled the distinguished educator. "What do you mean by Interrupting me In this way?" "Why, father, don't you remember? You sent for me to come at once." "Oh, yes, to be sure. Now I recollect. It was my fear of annoying your mother. You know how it distresses her, dear soul, If I fall to appear at my meals. I got to thinking about this when I started lecturing this morning and I sent for you to set my doubts at rest. John, please tell me have I had my breakfast yet this morning?"? New York Press.