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YORKVILIE ENQUIRER. ISSUED 8KMI-WEHELT. l. k. grists sons, PabU?h?r>. j % 4am"8 ^for thq gromdtion of % gdlitical, gonial, Sfrtyttapt and Commercial Interests of ttig |eopt<. | tt"^rrllnt-^rty!i ESTABLISHED IMS.. YORK, 8. C.. TTJKSDA^ ST^PTI^BT5R 7,19157 NXX 72. M>] ULU-STMriONSj CHAPTER XXI. All That a Man Hath. For four entire days after Margery Orierson had driven home the nail of the elemental virtues in her frank criticism of the new book, and Charlotte Farnham had clinched it, Wahaska's public places saw nothing of CJriswold; and Mrs. Holcomb, mother ly soul, was driven to expostulate scoldingly with her second-floor front who was pushing the pen feverishly from dawn to the small hours, and evidently?in the kindly widow's phrase?burning the candle at both ends and in the middle. Out of this candle-burning frenzy the toiler emerged in the afternoon of the fifth day, a little pallid and tremulous from the overstrain, but with a thick packet of fresh manuscript to bulge in his pocket when he made his way. blinking at the unwonted sunlight of out-of-doors, to the great house at tl e lake's edge. Margery was waiting for him when he rang the bell; he guessed it gratefully, and she confirmed it. "Of course," she said, with the bewitching little grimace which could be made to mean so much or so little. "Isn't this your afternoon? Why shouldn't I be waiting for you?" Then, with a swiftly sympathetic glance for the pale face and the tired eyes: "You've been overworking again. Let's sit out here on the porch where we can have what little air there is. There must be a storm brewing; it's positively breathless in the house." Griswold was glad enough to acquiesce; glad and restfully happy and mlldy intoxicated with her beauty and the loving rudeness with which she pushed him into the easiest of the great lounging chairs and took the sheaf of manuscript away from him, declaring that she meant to read it herself. When it was over; and he could not tell whether the interval should be measured by minutes or hours; the return to the realities?the hot after' noon, the tree-shaded veranda, the lake dimpling like a sheet of molten metal under the sun glare?was almost painful. "It is wonderful?simply wonderful!" he said, drawing a deep breath; and then, with a flush of honest confusion to drive away the work pallor: "< >f course, you know I don't mean the story; I meant your reading of It. Hasn't anyone ever told you that you have the making of a great actress in you, Margery*, girl?" She was smiling across at him leveleyed. "Let me pass It back to you, dear boy," she said. "You have the making of a great novelist in you. It may take years and years, and?and I'm afraid you'll always have to be helped; but if you can only get the right kind of help. . . ." She looked away, out across the lake where a fitful breeze was turning the molten-metal dimples into laughing wavelets. Then, with one of her sudden topic-wrenchings: "Speaking of help, reminds me. Why didn't you tell me you had gone into the foundry business with Edward Raymer" "Because it didn't occur to me that you would care to know, I guess," he answered unsuspectingly. "As a matter of fact, I had almost forgotten it ^ myself." "Mr. Raymer didn't ask you fot help?" "No; it was my own offer.'' "But he did tell you that he was ir trouble?" "Y-yes," hesitantly. "What kind of trouble was it, Kenneth? I have the best right in the world to know." Griswold straightened himself in his chair and the work-weariness became a thing of the past. "You can't have a right to know anything that will distress you." "Foolish!" she chided "You may aj well tell me. Mr. Ravmer had borrowed money at poppa's bank. What was the matter? Did he have to paj it back?all at once?" There seems to be no further opening for evasion. "Yes; I think that was the way of it," he answered.'. Oris wold expected something in the nature of an outburst. What he got was a transfixing glaince of the passionate sort quick with open-eyed admiration. "Anil you just tossed your monej into the breach as if you haul million? of it, and by now you've almost forgotten that you did it!" she exclaimed "Kenneth, dear, there are times whei you are so heavenly good thait I car 3CE I3LYNDE *-CD RHODES 1 ca?y/f^cArrffr chmlsj joewxcej sons I hardly believe it. Are there any more I ?HI'a wAii Atrnr nn VA11P f\t thA ??CII IIAC JVU V/TV4 v.. ?r "?? world ?" At another time he might have smiled at the boyish frankness of the question. But it was a better motive than the analyst's that prompted his answer. "Flenty of them, Margery, girl; too many for the good of the race. You musn't try to make a hero out of me. Once in a while I get a glimpse of the real Kenneth Griswold?you are giving me one just now?and it's sickening. For a moment I was meanly jealous; Jealous of Raymer. It was only the writing part of me, I hope, but?" He stopped because she had suddenly turned her back on him and was looking out over the lake again. When she spoke, she said: "See! The breeze ( is freshening out on the water. You are fagged and tired and needing a bracer. Let's go and do a turn on the lake in the Clytie." From where he was sitting Griswold could see the trim little catboat, resplendent in polished brass and ma- i hogany, riding at its buoy beyond the lawn landing-stage. He cared littlr for the water, but the invitation pointed to a delightful prolongation of the busking process which had come to be \ one of the chief luxuries of the Mere- < side afternoons. At the landing stage Griswold made himself useful, paying out the sea line of the movable mooring buoy and hauling on the shore line until the . handsome little craft lay at their feet, fetrictly under orders he made sail on the little ship, and when the captain had taken her place at the tiller he shoved off; and when the helmswoman I had laid the course up the lake, Griswold, pipe filled and lighted, pillowed ' his head in his clasped hands and a great contentment, flowing into all the interstices and leveling all the inequalities, lapped him in its seething flood. He was still half-dozing when he was made to realize that the murmuring rush of water under the catboat's forefoot had changed into a series of resounding thumps; that the wind was rising, and that the summer afternoon sky had become suddenly overcast. The pretty tiller maiden was pushing the helm down with her foot and haulinging in briskly on the sheet when he sat up. "What's this we're coming to?" he asked, thinking less of the changed weather conditions than of the charming picture she made in action. "Weather," she said shortly. "Look behind you." He looked and saw a huge storm cloud rising out of the northwest and spreading like a great gray dust curtain from horizon to zenith. "There's a good bunch of wind in that cloud," he said, springing to help his companion with the slatting mainsail. "Hadn't we better lie lip under the island and let it blow over?" "No," she snapped. "We'll have to reef and be quick about it. Help me." He helped with the reefing and the great mainsail had been successfully reduced to its smallest area and hoisted home again before the trees on the western shore began to bow and churn in the precursor blasts of the coming storm. "It will hit us in less than a min ute; how about weathering that island?" he asked. "We've got to weather it." was the instant decision; we can't go around." Then, the catboat still hanging in the wind's eye: "Help me get her over." "Hadn't you better let her fall off a little more and run for it?" he suggested, and he had to shout it into the pink ear nearest to him to make himself heard above the roaring of the wind and the crashing plunges of the boat. She shook her head and made an impatient little gesture with her elbow toward the storm-lashed raceway over the bows. Griswold winked the spray out of his eyes and looked. At first he saw nothing but the wild waste of whitecaps, but at the next attempt he made out the hotel steam launch, half-way to the entrance of the southern bay and a little to leeward of the Clytie's course. The small steamer was evidently no seaboat, and with more courage than seamanship, its steersman was driving straight for the . Inn bay without regard for the direcI tion of the wind and the seas. "That's ole Halverson!" cried the tiller maiden with scorn in her voice. , "He thinks because he happens to have a steam engine he needn't look to see which way the wind is blowing." "She's pitching pretty badly," Griswold called back. "If he only had sense enough to ease off a little . . " i Suddenly he became aware of the finer heroism of his companion. He knew now why she had refused to take shel. ter under the lee of the island, and l.hn K,.1,11m.r Ihu nnth?!it ilnun to the edge of peril to keep the wind? ward advantage of the laboring steam? er. "Margery, girl, you're a darling!" he shouted. "Take all the chances you want to and I'm with you, if we go to the bottom!" < She nodded complete intelligence, . and took in another inch of the straint ing main sheet. r Oriswold looked again, this time over the catboat's counter, and saw a . big schooner, close reefed, hauling out t from a little bay on the north shore. The launch's plight had evidently im> pressed others with the necessity of doing something. The need was sufficiently urgent. Once again the Swedish man of machinery in charge of the craft in peril was inching his helm up in a vain endeavor to hold the course, and the little steamer was rolling almost funnel under. Oriswold forgot his companion was a woman and swore rabidly. "Look at the fool!" he yelled. "He's trying to come about! If he get into the trough?" The thing was done almost as he spoke. A wilder squall than any ol the preceding ones caught the upper works of the launch and heeled her spitefully. At the critical instant the steersman lost his head and spun the wheel, and it was all over. With a heaving plunge and a muffled explosion the launch was gone. Once again Griswold was given to see the stuff Margery Griereon was made of in the finer warp and woof ol her. "That's for us," she said calmly; and then: "Help me get another inch or two on this sheet. We don't want to let those people on the Osprey do all the hornir fhiners " Together they held the catboat down to its work, sending it ripping through the crested waves and fighting sturdily for every foot of the precious windward advantage. None the less, it wats the big schooner, thrashing down the wind with every square yard of its reefed canvas drawing, which was first at the scene of the disaster. Through the rain and spume they could see the schooner's crew picking up the shipwrecked passengers, who were clinging to lifebelts, broken bulkheads and anything that would float. So swiftly was the rescue effected that the rescuer had luffed and filled and was tearing on its way down the lake again when the close-hauled Clytle came up with the first of the floating wreckage. The tiller maiden's dark eyes were shining again, but this time their brightness was of tears. "Oh, boy, boy!" she cried, with a little heartbroken catch in her voice: "some of them must have gone down wi'h her! Can you believe that the Os? rey got them all?" And then, with *.?ie tweet lips trembling: "I did my best, Kenneth; my very best?and it wasn't?good enough!" She was putting the catboat up into the wind, Griswold stumbled forward to get the broader outlook. Suddenly he called back to her. "Port?port your helm hard! There's a man in a lifebelt?he's just out of reach. Hold her there?steady ?steady!" He had thrown himself flat, face down, on the half-deck forward and was clutching at something in the heaving seas. "I've got him!" he cried, and a moment later he was working his way aft, holding the man's face out of water. It asked for their united strength to get the gray-haired, heavy-bodied victim of the capsize over the Clytle'a rail. They had to bring the lifebelt too; the old man's fingers were sunk into it with a dying grip that could not be broken. At first Griswold was too much pre-occupied and shocked tc recognize the drawn face with its hard-lined mouth and long upper lip. When he did recognize it the gripping fear was at his heart?the fear that makes a cruel coward of the hunted thing in all nature. What might have happened if he had been alone; if Margery, taking her place at the tiller and busying hersell swiftly in getting the catboat under way again, had not been looking on; he dared not think. And that other frightful thought he put away, fighting against it madly as a condemned man might push the cup of hemlock from his lips. Forcibly breaking the drowned one's hold upon the lifebelt, he fell to work energetically, resorting to the first aid expedients for the reviving of the drowned as he had learned them in his boyhood. Once, only, he flung a word over his shoulder at Margery as he fought for the old man's life. "Make for the nearest landing where we can get a doctor!" he commanded; and then, in a passion of gratitude: "O God, I thank thee that that I am not a murderer!?he's coming back! He's breathing again!" A little later he was able to leave oft the first-aid arm-pumpings and chestpressings; to straighten the limp and sprawling limbs, and to dive into the cuddy cabin, under Margery's directions, for blankets and rugs. When all was done that could be done, and he had propped the blanket-swatehed body with the cushions so that the crash and plunge of the pitching catboat would be minimized for the sufferer, he went aft to sit beside the helms-woman, who was getting the final wave-leap of speed out of the little vessel, "He is alive?" she asked. "Yes; and that is about all that car be said. He isn't drowned; but he is old, and the shock has gone pretty near to snapping the thread." "Of course you remember him?" she said, looking away across the leaping waters. Griswold, with his heart on fire with generous emotions, felt the cold hand gripping him again. "He is the old gentleman you introduced me to at the Inn the other day: Oalbraith; is that the name?" "Yes," she rejoined, still looking away; "that is the name." Griswold fell silent for the time; but a little later, when the catboat was rushing in long plunges through th< entrance to the Wahaskan arm of th? lake, he said: You are going to tak< him to Mereside?" "Yes. He is a friend of poppa's And. anyway, it's the- nearest place and you said there was no time t< lose." Or is wold helped the hearers to lift th< blanketed figure out of the Olytie'i cockpit, and while he was doing it the steel-gray eyes of the rescued om opened slowly to fixSi stony gaze upoi the face of the man who was bendinf over him. What the thin lips wen muttering Grisyold heard, and so di< one other. "So it's you, is it. ye inur dering blue-eyed deevil?" and then "Eh, man, man, but I'm sick!" Oriswold walked with Margery a the tail of the little procession as i wound its way up the path to the grea house. "You heard what he said?" he in quired craftily. "Yes; he is out of his head, and n< wonder," she said soberly. Then "You must go home and change a once; you are drenched to the skir I>>n't wait to come in. I'll take car of your manuscript." (To be Continued.) More than E?00 American boys, un <ler 18 years of ape, have been dis charged from the Hrltish army at th< ret|uest of the state department. Thi boys enlisted with Canadian regiment: by misrepresenting their ages. FOOTSTEPS OF THE FATHERS 1 i As Traced In Early Files of The; ( Yorkvllle Enquirer. NEWS AND VIEWS OF YESTERDAY ! Bringing Up Records of the Past and ? At? v....... nt To. UlVlliy ill* WW HJJWI W. ,w [ day a Pretty Comprehenaive Knowl- ' edge of the Things that Most Concerned Generations that Have Gone Before. 1 i The first installment of the notes ap- , , pearing under this heading was published in our issue of November 14, 1913. The notes are being prepared by 1 i the editor as time and opportunity peri mit. Their purpose is to bring into review the events of the past for the , pleasure and satisfaction of the older ' people and for the enterU inment and 1 i instruction of the present generation. ] 156TH INSTALLMENT (Thursday Morning, Aug. 16, 1866.) The Drouth. , Some of our farmers say there has not been a dew in many parts of this district since June. Whether this statement is exaggerated or not, we have not had a general rain in nearly ' two months. The corn is twisted in- * to yellow ribbons and the half grown cotton pods have begun to open nearly i a month in advance of the time of 1 maturity. As the government has donated sev- , eral million acres of land in the west ( to freedmen, and probably transportation to their new homes, they had better take the hint and leave. There . will not be food enough raised here to feed those wh6 are not the favored pensioners of the government. If the ' blacks will leave there will be a larger 1 share for the hungry. ' (Thursday Morning, Aug. 23, 1866.) < Married?In York district, on the < 14th, inst., hy Kev. w. vv. naicniora, > Mr. Thos. P. Whisonant and Mrs. M. A. Quinn, all of this district. 1 1 Ordinary's Election. The following is the result of an election held in this district on Tuesday last, the 21st inst., for ordinary: v ? | 1 fc & t I 1 i 2 <4 M h S o K * PQ Q c i I' u s ?j & * U . V ? Pu b ?->>-, Q ft 1 Yorkville 77 97 109 109 393 ; Allison's 2 00 8 12 22 Bratton8ville .... 7 6 9 5 27 1 Boydton 2 12 1 2 17 1 Bethel 16 4 25 6 61 * Clark's Store .... 3 7 5 12 19 , 1 Clay Hill 16 1 15 7 23 Coats' Tavern ... 19 11 1 2 33 ' Center Church .. 8 4 8 1 23 ' Ebenezer 26 3 15 3 47 , 1 Feemater's 5 7 17 4 33 Fort Mill 51 10 7 6 74 ! King's Mt 2 7 00 3 12 | McConnellsville . 19 2 9 1 31 Moore's 00 5 5 4 14 Rock Hill 41 23 12 6 82 Sharon 3 23 2 00 28 Shiloh 8 20 4 2 34 Turkey Creek ... 7 12 2 00 21 1 Wylies* 8 47 13 6 74 1 ( Total 320 301 267 191 1,079' J (Thursday Morning, Sept. 13, 1866.1 Married?On Tuesday, 4th inst., by 1 Rev. J. F. Watson, Mr. W. W. White and Miss M. J. Wylle, all of this district. (Thursday Morning, Sept. 27, 1866.) New Fire Engine. i 1 The Yorkville Fire company, profiting by the examples of disaster that 1 have befallen so many of our up- < country towns, have just been provided with an elegant double deck fire engine. ' The town council with a wise liberality, has substantially aided the efforts of the fire company in this un' dertaking. The "machine" arrived ! here on Tuesday and is now under the 1 watchful care of those who expect to , : use it in case its services should De ' needed. The "boys" have not yet tested their i ! new acquisition but expect to do so , soon, when the little folks may expect a fine time generally. i (Thursday Morning, Oct. 4, 1866.) 1 Signs of the Times. 1 It is painful for us to have to record week after week the signs of danger that threaten more dlsasterously than - ever before the people of the south. ! The Code of Principles adopted by the national convention at Philadelphia, 1 infused in us a feeble ray of hope that ' counsels might prevail and social order and harmony once more exist be" tween the sections of the north and south. Events have dispelled those illusions. Prominent men who sup? ported the principles adopted by this convention have gone over to the fa' natlcs; newspapers have also yielded to the pressure and changed their 5 politics to accord to what seems to be the popular voice of the north. The ' New York Herald, the Times, Post and News are embraced in the category. The radicals will, without doubt, control the next congress. Re-inforced 1 by the sentiment of their constituencies as to their action during the last ses2 sion, we cannot reasonably estimate s the bounds of further legislation. The crimes of the southern people in their ? struggle for liberty is now the cry of 1 fanatics. Slavery to the negro and the ; freedom and property of the whites ? are already gone. Punishment to the 1 persons of the rebels, confiscation of the property and disfranchisement is all the programme will further afford. 11 !/.?? IV, l? ...111 ?.? nnntinna.l la tnr 1 the future to determine. The south 1 may not yet expect justice, clemency * or any of the privileges accorded the vanquished. That hate supreme above " all else now fills the bosoms of those who are to govern us and unquenched " and unquenchable it will probably run : its course. If that be not the future * for us. something more than human 1 genius can foresee must come to the e rescue of the country. These surmises may be directed to the gloomy side of the picture and our fears groundless. We trust that they are, but a sensible - interpretation of the signs of the times - before us leads to a different view. B e Sales Day. s Monday last, being sales day. attracted a number of persons to our town. Several tracts of land were disposed of at public outcry, bringing more encouraging prices than have heretofore been realized for the species i of property. $8.00 per acre was the maximum price obtained and $1.50 the minimum. A valuable lot on Liberty Street brought $.125.00, principally cash In gold. 1 The New Ordinary. F. C. Harris, Esq., recently elected ordinary for this district, qualified and entered upon his duties of his office on Tuesday. While we regret to lose from the important office the services of Jno. A. Brown, Esq., the late worthy incumbent, we congratulate the people i of the district upon the election of so worthy a successor. Married?In this district on the 25th ultimo, by J. D. B. Currence, Esq., Mr. Samuel W. Wallace and Miss Harriet E. Cook, all of York district. (To be Continued.) GENERAL NEWS NOTE8 Items of Interest Gathered from All Around the World. The 1915 peace crop of West Virginia is estimated at 2,500,000 bushels. The Alabama senate has defeated in equal suffrage bill by a vote of 21 o |0. "mlrteen New York families own jn?flfteenth of all the land of the :its, assessed at $205,404,875. The Krupp family, gunmakers of Sermany, have subscribed for $10,)00,000 of the new German war loan. Effective September 16th, the Standird Oil company of New Jersey, has granted its 25,000,000 employes an aieht hnur ii#v. Compulsory education has been introduced In the city of Warsaw, patterned after the compulsory education law of Germany. Job. J. Etter, Industrial Workers of the World organizer, has been sentenced to.slx months in jail at Waterr.t bury, Conn., for breach of the peace. Five men, one of them a negro, all murderers, were electrocuted at the Sing Sing, N. Y., prison last Friday morning, in 65 minutes. Three of them had murdered women. The municipal council of Lodz, Poland. now in the hands of Germany, has banished the use of the Russian language, and only Polish and German will be used. The municipal administration of Eerlin is reported to have used $13,750,000 during the first year of the war in relief work among the families of soldiers. According to estimates of Dr. A. D. Melvln, chief of the Federal bureau of animal Industry, the cattle tick last year cost the United States $90,000,000. The police of New York and other eastern cities are looking for Leopold Godowsky, a celebrated pianist of Avon. N. J. He disappeared in New York last Wednesday afternoon and has not been heard of since. It is ieared that he is suffering from aphasia, due to overwork. According to information received by the Presbyterian Board of Foreign Missions, New York, 1,000 Christians were slain in Urumiah, Persia, during the five months occupation of the place by the Turks. More than 4,000 others died of disease during the same period. The police of Philadelphia believe lhat Samuel S. Cord, the real estate dealer of that city, whose dead body was found near Laurel Springs, N. J., last Tuesday, was murdered in Philadelphia at the instigation of business rivals and his body taken to the place where it was found in an automobile. The police claim to have a strong clue to the murderers. After he had been badly beaten by two prisoners and locked up by the pair, Friday, the chief of police of Hingham, Mass., was released by Btreet car men. The officer then went after the pair, and killed one and arrested the other and locked him up. The policeman's skull was fractured and his nose broken by a blow from a hammer in the fight with the two men whom he had arrested for stealing an automobile. Mrs. Elizabeth F. Mohr is held under $10,000 bail at Providence, R. I., charged with having incited the murder of her husband, a prominent physician, by three negroes on Tuesday night of last week. She was arrested on the alleged confession of the negroes. The negroes allege that they were to receive $5,000 for the murder of the doctor. The negroes have since denied the truthfulness of their confessions. INFORMATION WANTED. Where, Oh Where Has My Bulldog Gone? Senator E. D. Smith has a reputation. He proclaimed it himself in styling himself "Fifteen-Cent Cotton Smith." It is true some there be who think the advent of fifteen-cent cotton was due to a more natural law than this. But he has said otherwise. Surely he knows. All agree, however, that there is now a time when the price of cotton is being reduced by interference with natural demand. England is blocking the exportation of our cotton to other markets, and a reduction in shipments is sure to result in a reduction in price. The south expects our government to protect its interests by making clear the intention of the United States to protect its citizens in the enjoyment of their rights, and South Carolina expects its senators to urge these views. , A senator may not be able to upset natural laws. But he can add his voice to that or otner senators in me demand that the necessities of the south be considered. Why is Senator E. D. Smith not raising his strong and melodious voice, and using his powerful jaws in our behalf? Why is Senator Hoke Smith of Georgia, allowed to do all the fighting? Senator "Cotton" Smith used to pride himself in public utterances on his bull-dog tenacity. When had he ever better occasion to display it than now? A bull-dog is surely needed, one who will cling to the administration and abide with it until it shall have seen the righteousness of our cause and required England to assent. "Where, oh where, has my bulldog gone, Where, oh. where can he be? With his ears cut short, and his tail cut long. Where, oh where, can he be?" ?Greenville Daily Piedmont. COHONJSAGAIN KING Senator McLaurln Makes Eloquent Speech at Spartanburg. APOSTROPHE TO CROP OF SOUTH South Holds Corner-Stone to World's Civilization, and is Confronted With Opportunity to Make Itself Leader of All Progress if its People Will Onlv Stand Together and Work for the Common Good. In an address delivered In Spartanburg on Saturday, Senator John L. McLaurin, state warehouse commissioner, read the hitter of President Wilson and the statements of Secretary McAdoo and Mr. Harding in reference to the lending of money on cotton, and strongly commended the action of President Wilson in saying that the banks could afford to lend money at six per cent to the farmer, md that "the farmer should feel free to exact from the banks what the farmer has a right to expect." Senator McLaurin continued his address by saying that President Wilson bad said in effect, as a matter of right, that money should be issued not against gold, which is a mere measure of value, but against the products of the country?the things that feed and clothe mankind; it should be issued as nearly direct to the people as possible; the money of this country belongs to the people of this country; it is made by their agent, the government, whose flat imparts the legal tender duality without which it is not money. The true function of money is as a measure of value in exchanging the fruits of labor, and when its subtle power is used to oppress and extort, * it is no longer a blessing, but a curseto a people. The wealth of any nation does not consist of its gold, its stocks and its bonds; real wealth is the products of labor applied to the soil, mine and factory.1 The business of this great world is done on credits based upon product, not gold. Credit is the real money, and ninety per cent of the business of the world Is done on credit, which carries on commerce and maintains civilization. There is no more Important or higher calling in our industrial life than that of the banker. The true banker recognizes it as a high duty to conserve the credit of his community for the good of all. He is merely a channel of distribution for money and credit, and intereet rates are the carrying charges, just like freight to the railroad or tolls to the telegraph and telephone companies. When a bank exceeds a fair profit as a carrying charge it is no longer a bank. That is usury. Charging twenty per cent interest on loans of from fifty to two hundred dollars of which there is too much in South Carolina? is not the business of a bank; 'hat is for the pawn broker, who must have three brass balls in front of his place of business, so he who enters may know what to expect. A sum in excess of a fair carrying charge for the extension of credits which come from the government is not interest; it is declared by the laws of God and man to be usury, and the only being upon whom the gentle Jesus ever laid his hand in anger was the usurer, whom he scourged with stripes from the Temple of the Lord. There is a great'opportunity now for the country banks, which are generally the main-stay of their communities, and whose officials are usually farmers as well as bankers. The state receipt puts them on an equal footing with the metropolitan banks. I am confident that they will make a proper response to the request of President Wilson, and that if they are given money at four per cent, they will be perfectly willing to let the farmers have it at six per cent. When war was threatened between the states in 1860, one of our statesmen startled the world by the declaration that there could be no war, "because cotton was king." He was only fifty years ahead of his time. Today mankind is under the complete domination of cotton. There could be no modern war without cotton. No.nation can maintain a civilization without cotton. The war last year overturned prices and caused untold hardship to the producers, and yet without cotton there could have been no war. Liege could not have been demolished, Louvaine destroyed, Antwerp captured ana Belgium devastated, without cotton. The Allies could not have protected Paris from seizure; England would have been Invaded; democracy would have been overthrown, and militarism would have triumphed, without cotton. The great battleship, Queen Elizabeth, Is a floating cotton product, from the uniforms of her marines to the terrible shells for her sixteen-lnch guns. The Germans' great seige guns, each throwing one thousand pounds of deadly explosive into Antwerp, the second largest import city of the world, burned up a bale of cotton at every shot. The soldiers in the trenches have thrown away wool, and fight their battles clad in the product of our fields. The tents that shelter them are cotton; antiseptic cotton soothes their wounds, bandages their shattered limbs, and shrouds them in the burial trenches. In peace, from the socks on our feet to the hats on our heads, from undershirt to overcoat, it is all cotton. It has supplanted wool and silk as a clothing for mankind, because at twenty-five cents a pound it is the cheapest clothing known. When Peary stood beneath the northern lights, and the eyes of man gazed for the first time on the axis whereon turns the world, his fur clothes for warmth were lin^L/1 with st/xiton IVhon TnHrlv PrwiftP. velt, in the heat of a tropical journey, first spied that "unknown River of Doubt," he wore cotton, because it was cooler. Automobiles consume a million bales for tires; electric plants use it for insulation; and every day there is a new use found for the product of our fields. For thirty years it has been the corner-stone of international finance. The balance of trade is due to the tide of gold which yearly flows to these shores from the sale of our cotton. It has transferred the centre of the financial world from the banks of the Thames to the banks of the Hudson. The south has a practical monopoly in this great crop, and yet she is the poorest section of the United States, and the people who actually produce the crop are the poorest per capita in all the civilized world. Cotton means something more to the south than mere dollars and cents. It is a cause. It is from Ood, for the blessing of a whole people, not the enrichment of a favored few. It Is the birthright of a people. It is the basis of southern civilization. Whatever uplifts cotton uplifts a whole people, and whatever degrades cotton sullies and lowers our standard of life. I despise the man who, for mere selfish gain, would strike down the ideals, hopes and the aspirations of the land which gave him birth. PALMETTO GLEANINGS Current Happenings ana events Throughout South Carolina. Clemson college begins its term this week. Spartanburg people spent $20,000 for automobiles during the month of August. Lawrence Kiley, a 3-year-old child of Charleston was run over and killed by an automobile las week. The Commercial bank of Greenwood, has purchased $100,000 of 30 year, B per cent bonds of the city of Greenwood. The money will be used in street paving. State constables operating in Charleston under the direction of Sheriff Martin, seized 13,400 bottles of beer and a large quantity of whisky during the month of August! Jess McNeil, a negro, was electrocuted in the state penitentiary last Thursday morning. He was convicted in Marlboro county for killing his wife. He made no statement before his death. An operation upon Ray Raines, a Columbia child, in the Baptist hospital in Columbia last week, resulted in the removal from the child's lung of a key that is used to open cans. The child will recover. John H. Earle of Greenville, son of the late United States Senator Earle and himself a former railroad commissioner died Friday morning as the result of self-inflicted injuries the previous Wednesday. He was 43 years of age. The Charleston county dispensary board has purchased $260,000 worth of whiskies and beer in anticipation of the state's going dry in the prohibitions! referendum election on September 14. Clarence Black, a young white man of Jone8vllle was instantly killed Friday afternoon when he was run over by a Southern railway train. The young man was riding a motorcycle and was unable to get over a crossing before the arrival of the train. Mrs. Beam guard Wise of Calhoun county, committed suicide last week by cutting her throat with a carving knife. She was about 22 years of age and had been married six years. Ill health is supposed to have been responsible for her act The warehouse at Trenton, owned by Senator Tillman, was taken into the state warehouse system last week, according to a long distance telephone message to Senator McLaurin from J. O. L. White, deputy commissioner. The papers making the transfer were signed by Senator Tillman. Governor Manning has issued a proclamation for an election on the question of the recall of Mayor C. E. Danner and Councilman W. F. M. Marcher of Beaufort. The election which will be held September 28 is the result of the mayor and councilman's action in discharging the city manager of Beaufort some time ago. R. L. Black, coroner of Greenville county was found guilty of malfeasance in office last week. It was proved that the coroner had been arrested on the charge of being drunk and disorderly a number of timea Unless the coroner resigns his office and announces that he will not stand for reelection, it is said that a fine and prison sentence will be put upon him. A coroner's Jury last week returned a verdict to the effect that Hattie Smith, colored came to her death at the hands of Phillip Trapp, colored. Trapp has fled. Hattie Smith was the wife of Jules Smith, colored, who was shot in the Fairfield court house several months ago at the time that Sheriff Hood and Clyde Isenhower lost their lives. The negro woman was shot and killed as she sat In her home. The killing of the woman is said to have no connection wun ine winnaboro tragedy. J. E. Haynes of Rldgeway while walking over his farm recently came upon 11 rattlesnakes sunning themselves among a pile of rocks, and succeeded in killing the entire family. Ten were young rattlers and the other a full grown snake having eight rattles. Mr. Haynes only the day before had killed a large highland moccasin. In addition to these sn. Kes which he killed he captured several weeks ago a large rattlesnake over five feet long and having 12 rattles. He caught the snake by means of a pronged stick and still has it imprisoned in a wire covered box. County newspapers this week contain several rattlesnake stories. James M. Wood of Murphy, Pickens county, is recovering from the bite of a snake, presumably a rattler, which had chased the family cat from beneath the floor of an outhouse. Mr. Wood was bitten while trying to coax the reluctant grimalkind back into the hole after rats. S. W. Wilburn, a federal inspector of cattle, killed at Mulberry, in Kershaw county, a rattler six feet four inches in length and having 12 rattles and a button. Strom Cothran treed a Ave foot rattler on the Jack Reel place near Edgefield and laid him low with a rifleshot. The snake had ten rattles and a button. It is about time for Lexington county to come to bat with a snake story. Verdict Already Awarded.?"I remember," said Lord Eldon, "Justice Oould trying a case at York, and when he had proceeded for about two hours he observed: 'There are only eleven jurymen in the box. Where is the twelfth?" " 'Please, my lord," said one of the eleven, 'he has gone away about some business; but he has left his verdict | with us.'" TOLD BT LOCAL EXCHANGES News Happenings In Neighboring Communities. CONDENSED FOR QUICK READIN6 Dealing Mainly With Loeal Affairs of Cherokee, Cleveland, Gaston, Lan* caster and Chester. Chester Reporter, 8ept. 2: Mr. W. E. T. Wade of Leeds, who was In the city Tuesday, said that the committee in charge of the big picnic that is to be held at Wilksburg on Friday, the 10th, had decided to send ex-Governor Cole L. Blease an invitation to attend. The other speakers who are expected to be present are Messrs. R B. Caldwell, J. A. Hafner, D. L. Rambo, Lueco Gunter and John L. McLaurin. A cordial invitation is extended the general public to attend this picnic. Mr. M. L. Van Tassell, an engineer on the C. & N.-W. railway, has moved his family here, and is occupying the J. L. Sanders' house, on Church street Mr. William Rufus Brown nassed auietlv away at an early hour this morning at his residence on Hinton street, after an illness of several weeks, his death being due to paralysis. Funeral services and interment will be held at Pleasant Grove Presbyterian church tomorrow morning at 11 o'clock Solicitor and Mrs. J. K. Henry are expected back from Fishersville, Va., Saturday, accompanied by their daughter, Mrs. Wm. C. Miller, and the tatter's son Senor Arturo Amaya and family, who have been making their home here for several months, expect to leave next week for Cuba. King's Mountain Herald, 8ept. 2: Dr. M. O. Fletcher, president of the M. *E. church school at Washington, N. C., preached two wonderful sermons at Grace church Sunday Beverly Patterson and S. P. Goforth went to Atlanta on the excursion, returning Monday. Mr. Goforth brought with him a piece of bark from the tree where Leo M. Frank was lynched. He says the spot has become a popular gathering place and that a cold drink stand has been put up. He says it won't do to talk adverse to the lynching down there The fifth session of the Union Sunday School Singing convention met Sunday, August 29, with Patterson Grove church. Exercises were opened by 8cripture reading and prayer by the president, Mr. G. G. Page, after which routine singing was begun by Patterson Grove choir, then Bethlehem, Oak Grove, Bessemer City and East King's Mountain. After several songs by each choir. Rev. Vance Havner, the boy preacher, delivered a very interesting sermon Dr. Deeper, for several years in charge of the colored school of King's Mountain, and one of the most highly educated and highly respected colored men of this section, has resigned his position with the school on account of some dissatisfaction on the part of some of his patrons As noted elsewhere in this issue of the Herald, Anton Bros, are moving their stock of merchandise from Gastonia here. The family consisting of Mr. and Mrs. A. Anton, J. Anton and their sister,. Miss Nora" Anton, are moving into the Wm. White house on the corner of Piedmont and King streets. i ? * Gaffney Ledger, 8e,it. 3: A foot ball has been ordered for the Central High school team which will be organized next Monday, at which time practice will begin. Several of the boys who played last season have returned to school this year, and there are a number of new ones who will likely develop into excellent players Mr. J. P. Jenkins of this city, has been elected secretary and treasurer of the Dllling cotton mill at King's Mountain, N. C. Mr. Jenkins is an efficiently reliable business man and will make the concern a good officer Christie Bird Garrison, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. J. D. Garrison of Dayton, Fla, died Monday night at the home of her grandparents. Mr. and Mrs. W. Hi Bird, in this city, as a result of an attack of acute colitla She was taken 111 while visiting relatives in King's Mountain, N. C., several days ago. Mr. and Mrs. Garrison and family have been spending some time in the city with Mrs. Garrison's parents, for the benefit of the tetter's health Interest in the coming referendum on state-wide prohibition was greatly stimulated by the three meetings held in Cherokee county Wednesday. A large gathering of thoughtful men heard Dr. John G. Clinkscales of Spartanburg, at the courthouse Wednesday morning, while at both Blacksburg and Gaffney former Governor J. Frank Hanley of Indiana, was greeted by interested crowds. Both Dr. Clinkscales and Governor Hanly made strong speeches against the whisky traffic, showing that intemperance break's the father's heart, bereaves mothers, extinguishes natural affe^' on, blights parental hope, brings premature age in sorrow to the grave? that whisky is the "Great Destroyer," the greatest curse of the human race. # Rock Hill Record, Sept. 2: Congressman Dave Finley and Rev. W. J. Nelson on Tuesday night made addresses at the Victoria playground before a large audience. The addresses were neither on politics nor religion, but had reference to the fine work being accomplished by the playground association President D. B. Johnson and Dr. J. E. Wamsley of Winthrop, will return tonight about 10 o'clock from their trip to California, where they have b^en attending the meeting of the National Educational association City Manager Barnwell is having the fire alarm striking apparatus moved downstairs in the room wherein the motor truck is kept Mr. and Mrs. Jas. A. Barber yesterday moved to to their home on the Barber plantation and will make it their permanent home. Fort Mill Times, Sept. 2: Mr. Joe Wooten, for a year or more overseer of weaving in plant No. 2, of the Fort Mill Mfg. company, on Tuesday resigned the position and is succeeded by T. G. Moser, who has engaged In the mercantile business near the mill for some time Bethel Presbytery is to convene with the Fort Mill Pres (Continued on rage Four.)