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SEMI^EEK1^ L. m. grist s sons, Publishers. | % ^aniiljj Jicirspaper: Jfor the promotion of the political, Social, Agricultural and (Tommcrrial Interests of the peopli;. | rE""''NO^0c?Jv.,"ve"en ? ESTABLISHED 1855. YORKVILLE, S. C , FRIDAY, MARCH 17, 1911. XO. 2Q. "Alias Jimmy Valentine" CHAPTER XVII. A.fter a few moments Valentine shook his head angrrily and drew back a step from the safe. "Red, grot a handkerchief?" he snapped. "Yes." "Well, get moving. Come on?blindfold me so that I can see, so that every nerve will be centered on hearing the tumblers click?you know?the old gag." "Sure thing." Red scrambled to his feet and hastily tied a handkerchief tightly around Valentine's head, completely covering his eyes. Valentine stepped back to the vault, and Red crouched again at his feet. Deftly, Intently, the ex-convict manipulated the intricate mechanism of the vault. "Hurry, Jimmy, that kid," urged Red, to whom the suspense was becoming unbearable. "D?n you, be quiet! If you say another word I'll knock your head off? my hands are like leather." He again sandpapered his fingers. "You're bleeding!" exclaimed Red. PI i "she's dead," he choked "What of it?" returning to his task. "Don't talk, I tell you. I heard it click?I missed it again" turning the combination slowly?"but I felt it that time?I felt the dog lift"?Valentine was intensely excitedly. "Red, there it is! Hurry with a match!" Red, well acquainted with the duties required of him, by reason of the thorough education he had received from Valentine in the past, had been waiting expectantly with a match ready for the striking. At the word he illuminated the combination's dial with a tiny flame. "What is it?" cried Valentine. The other stretched himself upward and peered at the numbers on the metal saucer? "It points to twenty-one!" he exclaimed. Valentine again drew away from the vault. I "Sandpaper!" he cried. Red handed * him another sheet. He rubbed his fingers softly across it. His raw, bleeding flesh could not stand more than the slightest contact with the rasping surface. "I'll feel every Jar clean to my eyeballs now," he added. He turned the dial back and then forward and then four complete reverse revolutions. "That's the way to get them, Red"?two more forward revolutions? "bare, bleeding nerves"?a half turn back?"raw, throbbing nerves?a toothache in every finger end?eh. Red? there?match!" After a moment: "Fifty-two!" "How many bolts did this door have?" asked Valentine. "Did you notice?" He went on turning the dial. "Twelve." "Thought so," jubilantly. "Can you ) hear hei any more, Red?" Red's ear was pressed against the crack of the vault door. "No. And God knows 1 don't want to. Honest, Jimmy, I don't believe I"? "Oh, yes, you do. So long as she calls we know she's alive"?turning the dial slowly back? 'here we are again. If this is eleven I know this old rotation?match!" . "Eleven!" shrieked Red joyously after a moment of racking suspense. "I've got it! I've got it!" cried Valentine. "If this is it. Red"?reversing the dial again?"she's ours in another minute. Match!" Red struck another match. "Ten!" he cried. A half turn of the dial forward. Valentine's sharp ear detected the sound as though another bolt had drawn back. "Here we are again! Match!" "Forty-two," exclaimed Red. "That's it?forty-two?that's what it should be. Do you hear Kitty now?" "No. Good God, Jimmy, suppose after all, she's dead?" Two more turns of the dial. l\eep your nerve, mu |jai?nir>> match"? To Oeorge Doyle, standing in the doorway, the scene was one of gripping interest. The consummate, almost uncanny, skill of Jimmy Valentine was something to cause in the detective. experienced even as he was with resourceful and intelligent cracksmen, a thrill of genuine admiration. No wonder Valentine had proved the despair of the safe makers, the hanking officials and the sleuths of half a dozen states. And a lieutenant governor had pardoned him! ^ As Doyle surveyed, intently the operations of Red Flanagan and Jimmy Novelized by FREDERIC R. TOOMBS From (he Great Play by PAUL ARMSTRONG [Copyright, 191U, Dy American Press Association. I Valentine in their superhuman effort to rescue their beloved little playmate, Kitty Lane, from the stifling clutches of the steel vault he became aware of a sudden though very slight change in the darkened room, the windows of which, opening into a shaft, gave almost no aid at all to inquisitive eyes. He glanced across the room to the point from which the light seemed to come and saw that the door leading from the assistant cashier's office had been partly opened. Next, to his utter amazement, ho saw a plumed hat thrust forward into the opening, and then a girlish figure appeared. The figure halted and turned its face toward the vault where Rod Flanagan and Jimmy Valentino were at work. In practically the same position as himself, though at the opposite side of the room, Doyle recognized that the girl could watch the operations of the two expert cracksmen without detection unless either of them should neglect his work and glance in her direction, and, as he thoroughly appreciated, both Valentine and Flanagan were too intent on their mission of rescue to turn for an instant from their task. As Red struck the match at the latest command of Valentine, Doyle saw the girl bend forward to better gain a view of the proceedings. The side of her face illumined by the light in the assistant cashier's office, and?could it be true??yes, Doyle was positive that the form of the witness in the opposite doorway was none other than that of the young girl who had seen Jimmy Valentine in Warden Handler's office at Sing Sing and who had prevailed on the lieutenant governor to obtain his release. Doyle's memory had not betrayed hir.i. It was Rose Lane, who, returning to her lover's office in quest of him, had opened the door of the vault room and had, just as Doyle had done, caught him "red handed." She moved forward a step, as though to speak, but her attention was attracted by Doyle, who moved slightly. She saw him put his fingers to his lips, counseling silence. The girl therefore stood mute, watching the man she fondly loved "cop the gopher" in the bank that between them she and her father owned. "One," announced Red as the match flared into a blue bright sulphurous gleam. "That's it! That's the old rotation!" cried Valentine enthusiastically. "Ten off the first"?turning the combination?"then one?two?and three"? turning the dial on the reverse?"then back. Match!" "Twenty-one!" was Red's frenzied response. Valentine tossed his head back triumphantly. "Twenty-one, that's it!" he almost shrieked. "That's it. I've done the trick!" Valentine tore the bandage from his eyes and, groping forward, gripped the handles of the vault doors in his hands. He threw his weight back and tugged mightily. At first the eight inch steel harrier refused to move. Red. who had lunged to one side out of the way of his superior, gazed apprehensive at Valentine, fearing that after all there had been some mistake. Then, of a sudden, the crack in the black, sheer, forbidding face of the great safe widened, and Valentine's body, tensely set, fell back as the ponderous door swung open. And as it did so a wee, white clad body, crouching against the heavy door, rolled out on to the vault room floor and lay limp and apparently lifeless before Red Flanagan and Jimmy Valentine. "Get that kid," cried Valentine to Red. "She's out, but I think she'll live. She needs air and a doctor, quick!" With these words the exconvict, almost overcome by the excitement and the nervous strain under which he had been laboring, leaned exhaustedly against the cold steel walls of the vault. Red lurched forward, seized the motionless form of Kitty in his arms and clutched it to his breast. "She's dead," he choked, looking down into her white, drawn face, her closed eyes and the lips from which the blood had fled. "No; she'll be all right in five minutes," instructed Valentine with as much force as he could muster. "Take her to the doctor on the corner." Red straightened and with his helpless burden dashed through the door of the assistant cashier's room?only to come face to face with Rose Lane who, in an agonized impulse, had drawn back into the office, hardly knowing what to do. CHAPTER XVIII. Valentine, as yet unaware of the presence of Rose Lane, leaned against the side of the vault. gasping for breath and endeavoring to gain firm control of himself. As for Red, on being confronted by Rose I>ane he stopped short and gasped in alarm, "Then you say us do it ?you saw Valentine at work!" The girl cut him short with an upraised hand. "Kitty, hurry, hurry!" she warned him in a low voice. Red continued on his way. "Don't .worry, miss. She'll be all right in a few minutes!" he cried over his shoulder. The girl moved again toward the doorway whence she had retreated a moment before. Valentine, still oblivious to the nearness of Rose, raised his hands along the edge of the vault door, his back toward the entrances leading to the room. "I beat you! I beat you and saved the little girl from yon!" he murmured. I'p and down he pressed his hands against the enameled metal. "I beat you! I beat you!" Slowly he turned away, and as he raised his eyes they met the implacable. scornful gaze of George Doyle. Valentine started hack. In the shadowy vault room he thought his eyes had played him false, that he saw only a vision conjured into a temporary existence by overwrought nerves and a correspondingly disordered brain. He pressed his hand to his forehead. Then the "vision" moved toward him. Yes, it was George Doyle. The ex-convlct stood transfixed, as though an unwilling witness of a terror inspiring tragedy. And to him the denouement was all of that. Doyle stood, his hands clasped behind his back, waiting for the other to speak. Valentine, worn out by the strain of the day's events, was in no mood to continue the fight against the cool, calculating, time abiding detective. "So this is the end, Doyle," he finally said, with a wan, forced smile on his drawn lips. "The jig is up. Isn't that about it?" The detective moved closer to the human prey for whom he had so long and so patiently and, so far as the government was concerned, had so expensively sought. "Looks that way to me, Jimmy. But. remember, back there in Albany, I told you I'd get you some day unless you would do me a favor or two. Always remember that I gave you a chance to keep out of the 'pen' and you turned it down." Valentine hung his head. Yes, he would never cease to remember the al /. A GIRLISH FICfURS APPEARKL). ternative of becoming a "stool pigeon;" that the detective had offered him the alternative of "peaching" on old Bill Avery and going scot free? scot free until Doyle should command him to "turn up" some other friend and companion. "Come, Doyle, make a quick job of this," was his answer. "You win after all. I'll go without"? The detective Interrupted Valentin? by inclining his head and pointing to one side. The ex-convict turned?to see Rose Lane, in whose affectionate pmlirapp hp hnrl lincprpri but n few minutes before on that memorable afternoon. A deadly pallor overspread the girl'3 cheeks. She drew near to the two men, her bands clasped nervously against her heaving bosom. "You saw!" exclaimed the distracted young: assistant cashier. peering searchingly at the girl, and with an involuntary twitch of his elbow indicating the opened vault. Rose nodded her head gravely, stared at the man she had loved and then at the threatening form of the detective. Valentine strode to her, clutched a pink rose from a bouquet fastened at the girl's girdle. He pressed it in both his hands. "You won't mind my having that flower, I know," he said brokenly. "I am going?to be gone a long time?and this I want you to know and remember through the years?my love for you?is the only clean thing I ever knew. It is complete, and it will never?never end." As he concluded he wheeled to face the detective. "That's all, Doyle," he said in hardly audible tones. The central office man saw the real significance of the situation. No one wun ine siiKmesi iiuiibci ui intelligence could doubt that the beautiful young girl before him was suffering as only a true woman can when the one she loves is torn bodily from her forever. As for Valentine?well, there must be something good in him after all, reasoned Doyle, if a girl like the banker's daughter could venture her whole life's happiness on the chance of his "going straight." The detective shifted uneasily on his feet as Valentine turned to him. "Er?didn't you have an?an?engagement with?er?this young lady?" he queried hesitatingly. "Yes! Yes!" she cried, springing forward, her cheeks now aglow with the inspiration given by a newborn hope, "and it was an engagement that means my happiness, my love, my life and his life!" She reached forth her hands beseechingly toward Doyle. The officer glanced quickly behind him and around the room, making sure that there were no other witnesses to his words: "Then"?he hesitated?"then I guess we'll just cheat the state of Massachusetts." Valentine grasped the arm of his long time fee. "You mean?you mean just what. Doyle?" he exclaimed excitedly. "I mean that the lady needs you more than Massachusetts does. You had me going. all right, for awhile there today, Jimmy. But just to retain your respect don't think that I fell for that double negative photograph." With an abrupt "Good day." the detective swung around and disappeared through the door by which he had entered?went out forever front the life of Jimmy Valentine. Valentine addressed the girl with justifiable trepidation. "You understand"?indicating the doorway through which Doyle had made his exit?"you know who?what he was?" Rose I^ane flung herself into Valentine's arms. "I only know I love you!" she cried passionately. He held her in fervid embrace. "And knowing the truth about me that I"? "Perhaps I always knew," she whispered fondly. "But If a woman loves she rejects that which does not fit into her dream, but if she loves as I"? Valentine smothered her words with .his kisses. Then raising his lips from I * -I 1 lltTH llir U BIII^IC IIIUIIICIK, 111 vAvmunvu in a voice that rang1 with the determination of a man who would yield his life ere he broke his sacred promise: "I'll live for you, Rose?all for you. And you'll learn that I am a man once more?a man among men of honor." THE END. LEFT TO ANOTHER SESSION. "Militia Pay" Bill, Passed By House, Died In Senate. Washington, March 11.?Had congress passed the "militia pay" bill, which went through the house successfully and which remained a possibility in the senate until the closing hours of the session, there would now in all probability be speeding toward the Mexican frontier a large portion of the National Guard of the United States. In fact after the session ended many persons were not aware that just before it came to a close the measure that would have placed every soldier within the country practically *under Federal control had been smothered to death by the senate committee on military affairs. The Steenerson bill, which was sue cessfully engineered througn tne nouse, proposed in substance to make a reserve corps of all the state troops. The enlisted men were to receive J48 a year each for attending a certain number of drills and to receive, in addition, a percentage of the regular army pay in time of war. Likewise officers were to secure pay for their time while not under orders from the war department and additional pay when at the front. The main objection to the bill in the house was that it practically placed the state troops under the control of the Federal government and many of the militia officers did not like that feature. However, there were enough votes in the house to put the bill through and send it over to the senate. There were certain amendments offered in the upper house which were not satisfactory to those interested in the matter. Both Senators Dick and Penrose?the former of whom Is one of Ohio's best known military men? were eager to have the bill passed at once, but certain objections were raised. Among these was the argument that it would take from the Federal treasury, at the outset, between $4,000,000 and $8,000,000. This seemed to be the blow that gave the measure its death, though other objections also were considered before the matter was allowed to go over to another session. Those who desired to see the enactment of this measure pointed to the fact that in some parts of the country the National Guard is in a deplorable condition, totally unfit to render service to the government if called upon, and that if the state troops are to continue to be the beneficiaries of the government that they should be required to show a greater degree of efficiency and military ability. With no knowledge whatever regarding camp sanitation, where a very large number of them would be encamped, and with only the most meagre idea of their duties, it was pointed out that should it become necessary at any time to call upon the state troops to assist the regulars, they would be a menace to the Federal authorities, more than a help, because of the fact that GiitaiHo nf thp fwn wppI^q' Pvnorl. ence had in camp life every summer? not all of which is work and none warfare?many of the troops are untrained. There is every reason to believe that at the next session of congress?possibly at the extra session soon to begin?another effort will be made to get the "militia pay" bill through, and it is not improbable that the matter will end in success, the present stimulus 011 the Mexican frontier causing many of those in the National Guard to ask for its passage.?News and Courier. FEBRUARY FIRE LOSS. During Month Property Worth $140,795.02 Went Up In Smoke. "Unknown" is the word used to describe the origin of 36 of the 93 fires in the state during February, as reported Wednesday in the monthly report of the state department of insurance. Defective flues caused ten fires and nine were caused by coals falling from grates. The total losses reported were $140,195, these figures being based on careful estimates. Of the amount given, $17,333 was loss on fires previously reported. The reported February fire loss in the state was much heavier than the loss for January or the loss for December, these being as follows: December, 1910 $100,373 January, 1911 106,693 February, lstli 14(U9:> The fires reported, with origin and the estimated loss from each cause, were as follows for February: Burning trash in yard (1)..$ 67.50 Cigarettes and cigars (2).. 2,080.70 Coals from grate (9) 206.60 Curtain blown against lighted lamp (1) 30.02 Clothing near stove (1) 6.30 Defective flue (10) 54,188.10 Explosion of oil stove (2).. 69.30 Elect, curr't or lighting (2) 86.99 Rats and matches (9) 5,281.20 Foreign substance in machinery (3) 4,549.50 Gasolene (1) 45.00 Hot ashes (2) 193.50 In picker room (1) 274.86 Kerosene lamp (2) 36.00 Lighted match in waste baskets (1) 21.33 Overheated stove (1) 3,868.50 Sparks on roof (7) 2,374.52 Sparks from locomotive (1) 4,590.00 Painters' torch (1) 270.00 Unknown (36) 44.622.20 Total No. of fires (93) $140,195.02 <*" Lon\ ?"Why did you leave the place whire you formerly boarded?" Short?"Bt muse the landlady had too much curiosity." I/ong?"In what direction?" Short?"Oh, she was continually asking me when I was going to pay my board bill."?Chicago Daily News. ^Miscellaneous jScatliufl. " t REVOLUTIONS IN MEXICO. n h Present Uprisings Recall Romance and r Tragedy of Other Days. c Mexico is having another revolt. a The purport of this statement may not t he at once apparent unless one reeol- f leets that this mercuric nation one day c wore the undisputed title to the moth- s erhood of uprisings and revolutions. n Nowadays one Is in the habit of asso- v dating bananas with these out- v breaks. The public mind conceives of tl revolt as the peculiar institution of 0 those nations which bask far south t, under the tropin-1 sun. changing pr< s- p idents with moon phases, and govern- p ments with the seasons. |< Seldom, unless one is pretty conversant with history, docs one associate j Mexico with the thought of this sort of t( thing, yet. in Its day, the nation of s Cortex was hotter than all modern n imitators. Probably this change is 0 partly due to the iron hand of that p stern whiteboard, Diaz, who?when the j truth is known?appears to have had n sufficient trouble himself. He himself g stepped to the presidential chair ^ through the smoke of revolution. Be- w fore his time every season had its up- n rising. Men rose and fell between the 8 dark of the moon and the dusk of the 8I sun. And it was not all comedy. One t] looks upon the bloodless battles and a( opera-bouffe tactics of today and is wont to laugh. But there was a dif- j ferent past?glorious and gory, romantic and tragic?written more or less ^ delibly in time's archives under the ]( caption "Revolts and Revolutions of ^ Mexico." . Iturbide. Santa Anna. Juarez, one remembers them ltut vaguely, yet In their time no figures eclipsed them in fascination. Maximilian and Carlotta? to the average man their names are vague whispers of dead ghosts, but j their story is of the most romantictragic fabric of history. For a little brief moment they stood at the crest j of a wave of ambition that carried ? them where the destinies of a oonti- ^ nent lav with their rise or fall. And < cl theif the wave broke itself on the reefs, and they, the lotus eaters of fate, went down to madness and to death. Though he can hardly be called the first of Mexican revolutionists, Iturbide 7A was surely the earliest great leader of revolt. In 1820-21 it was he who led the forces that crowded Spain out of * |f the country she had so ruthlessly taken from Montezuma. In the turmoil that followed he made himself emperor and remained supreme In the troubled state of his nation for eighteen msAftitVio Thi.n h ft fftimri hltriQPlf fie- ^ serted by those who so shortly before n had been his best lieutenants?Santa ? Anna. Guerrero and Bravo, the next ^ P generation of revolutionists?and yielded ?he throne, retiring from Mexico on w a pension of $25,000. Iturblde lived abroad for a couple of " years, onlv to return to Mexico in T 1S24, ignorant that he had been outlawed by the republican government. He was arrestee on landing, tried and shot to death. ^ Santa Anna, who began the revolu- c< tion against Iturbide, probably may be set down as the most insistent revolu- c' tionist of all time, so far as Mexico is concerned. After overthrowing Itur- ? bide in 1822 he was little heard of un- 8' til 1828, when he again took the field for his former brother In revolt, Guerrero. with the result that the latter ^ displaced Pedraza as president. The ? following year he was the chief factor '' In the final expulsion from Mexico of Spanish forces. in rapid succession he rose against his twice confederate, Guerrero, and against that worthy's successor, Bustamantc, whose place Santa Anna .1 Is handed over to Pedraza, whom he had once pushed from the presidency. The j"' next year Santa Anna got the presidency for himself partly by force of ^ arms and left his vice president to ad- ? minister the affairs of state while he retired to the ease of his hacienda. In 1835 he suppressed a revolt against his 0 power. The next year he led the army " which fought the revolutionists in n Texas and took the Alamo, but he was T in turn defeated and taken prisoner at Sail Jacinto by Sam Houston, and sent W to the United States after he had e pledged himself to secure the- inde- a pendence of Texas. In 1837 he returned to Mexico, which had removed him from the presidency n in liis absence, but in 1838 he was T again at the head of the army and defended Vera Cruz against a French 1 fleet, losing a leg in the combat. This n exploit won him immense popularity, w hut it took two years of plotting before he succeeded in having himself '* made president, with dictatorial pow- K ers, in lMl. in 1X44, however, he was ? overthrown in a revolution led by Pa- ,r redes. a After desultory lighting in an at- w tempt to regain the reins of power he a C was taken prisoner in 1845 and ban- ' ished. The following year, however, he was recalled to defend the country ? against the I'nited States. He lost and was again banished, only to be again 11 recalled. In 1853 he made himself a president for life with the title "Serene s< Highness." The dream lasted a year, w when another revolution sent him to P Cuba, but not until after 15 months' n lighting. 11 In 1X64 Marshal Hazaine, command- 17 ing the invading French, had to drive him out again. Still unsated. he re- ^ turned in 1x67 and was once more defeated and exiled. Finally in 1X76 he went bark for the last time, but his w - ?,?! Up tl star nan run us niuioi- .?v.. died. |ninr and deserted. ' <?f Juarez one needs few details. He v began his career in the little state of I' Oaxaca, where he floured in revo- ^ lution and counter revolution until the state finally regained its sov- ti ereignty and made him one of the rul- 1< ing triumvirate. Santa Anna left the li sting of his revolutionary capacity d several times, and finally banished him n in 1853. Juarez, however, returned in d 1855 in time to help Alverada put the t( one-legged dictator into exile. In 1858 ai a revolution made him president. He p was, however, soon driven out of the n country hy the conservatives and cler- la lea Is. si He returned to Vera Cruz, and set up a rival government, which act was the K signal for a civil war. which termi- A nated in 1N61 with the defeat of all his o enemies and his return to complete tl control. The French drove him from di his seat in 1X6.1 and set Maximilian up h s emperor the following year. He i ias re-elected president in 1867, only a o be in turn the victim of revolts led iy Porfirlo Diaz in 1871-72. In the 1 nldst of the turmoil Juarez died and r lis one-time lieutenant and later op- 1 ionent took the seat. a Hut among these half humorous f haracters who fought hack and forth v round the presidential chair, like a a rlbe of mischievous school children, s or half a century, with all their ludi- 1 rous pomposity and shallow results, i tand two truly tragic features, Maxi- ( lillan and his mad empress. C'arlotta. a ictims of the cold ambition of an ad- r enturer king, the pride of a woman, a ne weakness or a man. and the ueeo f a irreat nation. Few eDlsodes of his- i rtry are so full of romance, poetry, and > ragedy as that which has to deal with i heir brief and poignant affair In Mex- a 4o. f Marie Carlotta, daughter of the first a ieopold of Belgium and younger sis- c ?r of the late royal galllvanter, was a e pirited and gifted girl of 17 when she 1? let and married Maximilian, archduke s f Austria and younger brother of the n resent Hapsburg emperor. She was. h espite her statistical youth, a woman C f considerable mental attainments, f trong, ambitious, romantic. To her f: he tall, blonde vacillating Hapsburger as an Ideal hero and their wedded t fe was a glorious dream until that h pring morning when the first emls- e aries of Napoleon III. came to beckon E he dilettante prince to the imperial II eat of Mexico. t At their famous Castle Mlramar, by e he Adratic, near Trieste, a spot where 0 ature appears to have conspired with a lan to render all things overripe with d >vellne8s and sensuous delight, they ^ ad lived years of treacle mooning. ' laximilian held the sinecure post as overnor of the Venetian province. In ? eality what took his time was dream- n ig by the blue seas, composing verses a nd little travel sketches in his gar- 8 ens and terraces and whiling away e ie sun-drowsed hours with his beau- v ful young princess. * Into this idyll came the emissaries of '' ie French emperor, pleading with a laximilian to take the throne which a tazaine stood ready to erect in the an- ^ lent land of the Aztecs. The Austrian ? emurred and was deaf to all entreaty, lexico was not yet conquered and the P irone appeared anything but stable. * iut Carlotta was ambitious and Ba- 1 line was able. e A few months later when the offer n as repeated, Mexico was practically 1 the hands of the French, and the ^ esire to sit on an imperial throne urned but the more fiercely In the reast of the grand duchess. In the end a er husband yielded to the call of Ba- h line. Neither he nor his wife fully 8 ?allzed that Napoleon had in mind a igantic scheme for the conquest of atin-America and its colonizing as a 1 tench-Spanish empire in the new 1 'orld under his suzerainty. ^ One afternoon in May, 1864rthe man- R f-war bearing the new emperor and 11 is young wife landed in Vera Cruz. u he progress to the capital city was a h 'iumphal march and the final arrival 1 - r 1 -. ? 1 ?1 1 1 O lere a scene 01 unrivaien spieuuui. iaximilian began at once a policy of h rineiliation by which he hoped to n riii#? all factions to his standard. The 8 lericals. who hoped he would restore a le relations of church and state abroated by Juarez, came first to his tandard and were for a time his most e tyal supporters. In the end they saw r lat he did not intend to outrage the iberals by restoring the great wealth f lands they once had held, and they romptly deserted him. In vain did Maximilian adopt the randson of the former Emperor Itur- ^ ide In the hope of arousing Mexican atrlotism. The props were falling, axaine and the veteran French forces T ?mained between him and the col- a ipse of his empire, and. with some re- ? nforeements which seemed forthcomig from France, Austria, and the Pa- r al states, there was still every hope tl f restoring Mexico to submission. Alas! These things were never to e. The middle of 1865 saw the conlusion of the civil war in the United a tates and left the Federal govern- a lent face to face with the giant prob- t ni of mustering out 1,000,000 men. a he smoothness with which that work 5 as accomplished leaves for the pres- 1 nt outlook no hint of the tremendous ? ud perilous problem it presented at ie time. h Here were these hordes of young w ten who had left the school and the J low to take up the musket and saber. ^ hey had no vacations; many had no n omes or tiesi The end of the war a leant only that they must hunt the ^ -herewithal of livelihood. p To the statesmen of the day there A Mimed the peril that some ambitious a eneral might conceive of the scheme f turning upon his government and a taking himself dictator or king. With d vast army of enthusiastic soldiers, F -anting nothing so much as more war ^ nd victory, this was no idle fear, ecretary Seward actually east about ^ ir some plan by which at least a part f the troops might be employed. ^ The position of the European na- n 011s in the civil war, the transparent c; mbition of Napoleon to establish him- ? ?lf in America and his boast that he a ould put an end to the spread of re- tl uhlican ideas in the new world fur- ? ishe<i the pretext for a diplomatic w ote to France, which practically de- si landed the withdrawal of her troops a om Mexico. Napoleon was no fool. n le looked at the million veterans and }j le great navy which might have debated the combined sea forces of the ? orld in that day. Then he looked at j te rising, war cloud on the Prussian a ontier and decided that his American P enture was more than he could sup- e' art. He forthwith ordered Bazaine nme with his forces. e< In the midst of Maximilian's vexamis came this frightful blow. His >yal wife and empress could not be- a eve that such treachery was to be ^ ealt. Kmbarking at Vera Cruz, she " iade her way to Paris. There the p aughter of the proud house of Coburg arfully prostrated herself before the " O] dventurer and his common stock emraw, begging that her husband be ri ot deserted in his need. Napoleon uighed and shook his head. What a le asked was impossible. v| Half crazed, she made her way to h nme and pleaded there with Plus IX. lmost mad. she insisted on staying ver night in the Vatican, and when j| icy bore her out at length the next H ay and took her to a cloister near-by. ?) er life's tragedy had passed the ell nax?a wife at 17, an empress at 24, i mad woman at 26. Of the fate that awaited her husmnd she never knew. While she was in the seas making: her way to Napoeon's court Maximilian was being ilowl.v driven to bay by Juarez and his renerals. He had refused to leave vhen the last French detachment sall d, saying that he would remain to hare the fate of his supporters. Vainy he tried to save the day by recruitng such adventurers as left the Lost 'ause and came through Texas and Lcross the liorder. His little 10,000 nen were cut off by disease, desertion, ind battle. At Queretaro. as May was ushered n?the month that marked his third ear in Mexico?he took his last stand, n a vain attempt to defend the town frninst the revolntinnnrv force nndpr leneral Escol>edo. When the defense eemed hopeless the broken emperor's ourier brought him the word that his mpress had died In France. He no onger cared?at least she would be pared the knowledge of his end. That light his leaders advised him to make ils way through the lines and escape. )noe more he declined to assume a ate better than -that of his Mexican rlends. On the night of May 14 his most rusted friend, Colonel Lopez, betrayed iim to the enemy, who secretly enterd the town and secured the emperor, iven then he might have saved his Ife. So lovable and gentle was his naure, so fine the regard of even his nemies, that his Immediate captors ffered him an opportunity to slip way in civilian garb. Even then he leclined the opportunity to live, lest ils escape compromise a too generous oe. It was hardly dawn, hot and ruddy. n the morning of July 19, when three nen were led up the Hill of the Bells ,t Queretaro. In the center walked the tralght, tall presence of the defeated mperor. With their hacks to the t-hite monastery wall they waited. Jach declined to be blindfolded or ound. The emperor turned and spoke few words each to Generals Mlramon nd Mejio, who had been captured with im, and stepped from the line to make ne last request. Readiness was signified. The cororal closed his eyes as he pronounced he doom. Seven rifles sputtered red; he white smoke hung lazily and driftd. By the chapel wall, Just as the latin bells broke out, lay, between the odies of his generals, he who had een emperor of Mexico. His last wish was that the bullets e sent low, "that my mother may look gain upon my face." His wife he elleved to be dead and mercifully pared the ordeal. For 45 years the unfortunate Car>tta has been in an insane ward in he great Belgian palace of Leaken, on he edge of Brussels. Jler moeK court as been held every day, as in the lorious times when she restored the ath of Montezuma and rebuilt ChapItepec. Little does she dream that er old gardener still keeps and tends he bed of violets she planted under ne of the east wings of this ancient ouse of kings; little does her tortured tind feel the mockery of it all as she ays to one make-believe courtier and nother; "I cannot find him now. His majesty i absent," with troubled, unknowing yes, "but he will see you upon his eturn." Upon his return ?Chicago Tribune, LOST BROTHERS UNITED. >ne a Railroad President, the Other a Laborer Working For the Road. When the civil war broke out John Markham, of Clarksvllle, Tenn., was mong those who enlisted on the side f the Confederacy. He was born in reland, but In his boyhood his paents came to this country and seted In the "Sunny South." He was 3ft years old when he marched off to the war" In 1861, >aving behind him an invalid father nd a mother with a baby boy In her rms. The baby was christened 'harles H. Markham, but the family lways called him "Chuck." John Markham was captured and rought to Chicago In September, 862. For seven months he was held prisoner of war at Camp Dougtss. Then he was "exchanged." Friendless and penniless. It took Im many weary weeks to work his ay back to the little home town in "ennessee. When he did reach there ; was only to find that his father had 1^/1 /I nt<l?\cr Hlu ohounpo flnH thflt his nother had married again and moved way, taking little "Chuck" with her. "They've gone north somewhere, ut just where nobody knows," the ownspeople told John Markham. md all his efforts to find his mother nd little brother were futile. Finally e gave up the search for them and ent to Mississippi. He worked there nd in other southern states as a welligger, bricklayer, and plasterer, 'or several years he has been an emlnyee of the Illinois Central railroad t Hopkinsvllle, Ky. Such has been the life of John T. larkham. In 1881 a boy of 20 asked for and ot a job as section laborer on the anta Fe railroad in Kansas. He did ot stay long in that job, for a chance ame to do the rough work at a litle station on the Southern Pacific ne. He had brains and ambition, nd they kept him moving right up fie railway ladder. In 1887 he be itlllt* it Milium itgmii Iiimorii <xv ieming, X. Mex. Ten years later he as district freight agent and pas?nger agent of the Southern Pacific t Fresno, Cal. In Just ten years lore he was made general freight and assenger agent of that company's ties In Oregon. In 1901 he became vice president f the Houston and Texas Central ralload. Three years later he succeeded ulius Kruttschnitt as vice president nd general manager of the Southern acific. Last December he was electd president of the Illinois Central Fillroad. His name? Well, he was christen>1 Charles H. Markham, but when he as a baby the family called him Chuck." The other day an old well-digger nd plasterer working for the Illinois entral railroad chanced to see the ame of Charles H. Markham on an rder Issued from the office of the resident of the company. "That may be my brother 'Chuck,' " te old man said to his fellow workrs. "Your brother president of the lad! Your'e crazy," they jeered. Hut the old man clung to his Idea, nd tinally he mustered up courage to o to the telephone office In HopkinsIHe. and over the long-distance wire e talked with the brother from whom e had been parted for half a century. The other day the private car of harles T. Markham. president of the llnois Central railroad, arrived at [opkinsville. Ky. and awaiting the mlng of "Little Chuck" was John . Markham. well-digger and piaster.?Chicago Inter-Ocean. GO SOUTH, MY BOY. Speaker- Elect Ciark Advertises the Home of Real Democracy. Congressman Champ Clark of Missouri, the coming speaker of the national house of representatives, says a Chicago dispatch on Tuesday, amended the famous saving of Horace Greeley, saying: 'Co west, young man; go west," and made it to read: "Go south, my boy; go south." "The south Is the place, and my advice is to go there. You won't eat as much as you do here In the north. If you do, you'll die. Your clothing must he lighter and therefore less expensive. You won't have to buy fuel to speak of and you can allow your horses and cattle to graze out of doors the year around. "Believe me, the south Is tl.e poor man's land, and you'll live to see the day when the south Is going to be the richest part of the United States. "Why, say, I know a man who made $15,000 in one year off three acres of lettuce. Sounds fishy, doesn't It? True, though, for I took the pains to find out. It's a great country, boys, and If you want a good tip, follow my advice. That is. aro earlv to the south land and grow up with Its progress." Congressman Clark "admitted" he would make a good Democratic candidate for president at the next election, saying: "Well, the Democratic party might go farther and fare worse?and I think It will." He prophesied victory for the reciprocity measure and said of the tariff, "we can get by Mr. Taft with a few schedules, we hope, where we never could get past with a whole bill." Mr. Clark Intimated that If Republicans in the next house do not like committee appointments, they could go hang for all the good It would do them. Only he said It this way: "Those who don't like the appointments can take advantage of the great American privilege of cusslnV* CHARGED BY LION. Attack of Jungle King Is Quito a Seriout Matter. For several days the ostrich camp near Sir Alfred Pease's homestead at Athl River had been worried by lions, and as that gentleman had Just arrived bv steamshin Gueloh. in com pany with his aona and Mr. Grey, the news to hand was heartily welcomed as affording moat opportune sport. A party was promptly organized. consisting of Sir Alfred Pease. Mr. G. Grey, Messrs. Howard and Edward Pease, Capt. Slatter, Mr. Clifford and Mr. H. H. Hill. The hunt started on Sunday morning, January 29. The plah of campaign was to divide into two parties, one consisting of Sir Alfred and Mr. Hill. After about half an hour's ride, in drawing a dcnga -Sfr." Hill espied two big male lions making off about half a mile to the right, and the party of two galloped after the quarry, endeavoring to keep them in sight. Sir Alfred followed the bigger and slower animal and Mr. Hill, the leader, which was some 400 or 500 yards on his left. The object of the hunters was to turn the game into a donga, thus giving time for the rest of the party to come up, hoping that Mr. Grey would be given the opportunity to open the shoot. That sportsman has a fine reputation for high courage, and is no novice at big game. Unfortunately, the second party had no opportunity of learning the tactics which had been agreed upon by Sir Alfred and Mr. Hill. Mr. Grey, seeing tne game, put nis horse to the gallop and practically started to course the brutes. His companions were Immediately alarmed at his foolish temerity and endeavored to warn him of the terrible danger he was courting. They were doubly alarmed at seeing one of the lions preparing to charge. Mr. Hill thereupon dismounted and flred a quick shot at the biggest lion In the hope of attracting his attention from Mr. Grey. The bullet unluckily fell short and the lion charged Mr. Grey, who Jumped ofT his pony and awaited the onslaught. At about twenty yards he flred and the shot went Into the shoulder, but without stopping the deadly charge. He got in another shot at about Ave yards, hitting the brute In the mouth, breaking two of his murderous fangs and injuring his Jaw. The lion flung his victim to the ground and commenced to worry him just like a cat would a mouse. Meanwhile Mr. H. Pease had followed Mr. Grey, and the party waved him to come up on the flank; they then covered the 300 yards between them and the lion and his victim at top speed. When some fifty yards off the lion noticed his fresh antagonists and ceased to maul Mr. Grey. At tweniy-nve yarus uie pan.; unmounted and ran in. The beast Immediately made toward them, and at this awful moment of peril Mr. Hill's ride jammed, and he, too, was out of action. Almost simultaneously Sir Alfred and Mr. Pease fired, and the balls entered the lion's ribs. The thrice heavily wounded animal then returned to his victim. The horrified relief party scarcely remembered what happened during the next brief moments, further than that the lion was on top of Mr. Grey and the animal and man were so mixed up that It was most difficult to distinguish the former's head from the latter's body In order to get in a deadly head-shot, which was found impossible to place until the lion was almost lifeless. During the deadly fray the other lion was distant only about 100 yards, growling and lashing his tail. In spite of the double danger threatening them, the hunters, who had only two .256 rifles, paid no attention to the second animal, being intent 011 relieving their comrade. Mr. Grey's wounds were very numlo Tha lion ?puprpiv clawed his CI uu.1, A IIV I.V*. . ?. face and head, bit his arms, hands and thighs and inflicted nasty wounds on his back. After being rescued from deadly peril Mr. Grey was perfectly collected, and quietly instructed his anxious friends how they could best handle his lacerated body.?East African Standard. ?? Unnecessary Questions.?Dobbleigh had Just come upon Hawkins standing in the middle of the road with his motorcar turned completely upside down and surrounded by a crowd of curious urchins. "Hello, Hawkins!" said he, stopping his own car. "What's the matter?" Car turned turtle?" "Not at all, Dobbleigh, not at all," replied Hawkins. "These kids here wanted to see how the machinery works, so I hired a derrick and had the car turned upside down Just to please the little dears."?Harper's Weekly.