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"*:*r * SUPPIjESMENT. " ^4||^ BY HUGH WILSON. ABBEVILLE, S. C., WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER W. 1 KH1 VOTJTME YYYVT "wfljM SWEET Or, the Influence c Three PRIZE STORY, WRITTEN I B5.V Mrs. Ell; To 1113' kinswoman, ami friend iml this effort, (which endeavors to Sho the Press, the Uplifting anJ Reliim is dedicated with reverence and all'e CHAPTIOIi L THERE IS A DIVINITY THAT SlfAPIOi: It ENDS." A typical April morning', such as peculiar to the Sunny South. Ever farmer is now busy preparin his cotton land?none more so tha the two young boys with which th: story opens. The taller ot the twain is a whit boy, the other a black, very black bo who is iilmiffhinir a sorrel mule, whil the Saxon youth holds the plowhai dies behind a high-bred horse. The are both working faithfully and tall ing earnestly ; the black boy havin occasionally to apply a little foreibl persuasion to the flanks of old sorre in the shape of a hickory withe i order to make him keep pace wit his more spirited companion* "Yes, sir. Marse Sidney, 1'se been t college," said Ike, his big eyes rollin and ids ebony face shining with d< lighted importance. 'College?" echoed Sidney, "Whoi haw, Dan!" and Sidney pulled hi horse back into the furrow, "colleg* what college have you been to?" "Clayton college, way down i Owensburg. "How did you get there and whet did you get the money with which I pay your way?" 4,As to dat, young boss, ' said Ik with a comical dignity that only a so of Africa can assume, "I shall auswc your questions catumgorically. as d white Forfessor UunueybagH used t say. In de fust place, a drover hire me to tend his horses to Owensbur and when I got dar, oil, pshaw, I or enter say dar?when I got there, I juwent to school right oil'at the co lege." "Hut who boarded you ?" "Yah, yah," laughed Ike, "that i where er nisrger boy away wi white folks. Why I boarded mysell and dat is why I'm back heie." "Iiut what did your table fare hav to do with your leaving. Uidu't the, feed you alright?" "Didn't have 110 table, nor notliin good to eat. I bought a spider an some rations and cooked my ow meals. They gin me a room for 110th ine en I cooked for myself. I just so'wared outeatin bad cooking, that, with an air of triumph, clearing; hi throat "I corned home." "Well, well," said Sidney "theStat or somebody is certainly very kind t you blacks, i don't believe I coul get such terms as that anywhere i the State. It almost makes a fello\ wish he was a nigger," he concluded t himself?then he hit I)an with th line aud ploughed almost in a trot til length of the held. Resuming the conversation, he sail "What did you learn, Ike?" "Lots and,cords, en not much nutl er, said Ike shamefacedly," if you a me what dey kiu teach it wud be moi to der pint. You see, I'se a fool niggt an my forefathers was savages an slaves and that's why 1 can't cate on?so der free nologists say." The rolling his eyes in a way that woul make a fortune for a pi occasional negi minstrel, Ike continued. "It will ii quire two or three generations of cu shur to make er eullid pusson equal I or ii'liilo man in liiu lipm! "So Pp fessor Gunny bags says. Sidney threw back his curly hea and laughed such a happy ringin laugh that the old rooster scratehin for his numerous harem, tlew out < Dan's trough, at ihe barn, on to tli door sill, aud crowed loudly an defiantly. "I dare say it will require tlnve gei erationsand a million added to that I make the races equal." said Sidney with fine scorn. "Say, boss, why don't you <;o to co lege? You is too smart and line lool iug to spend your life at ween tl plow handles. The hoy blushed?1 was handsome, remarkably so, an clever far beyond his opporlunitie for the cruel chain of circumstance had allowed him but lew school priv leges, and those at long interval Though only fifteen be was, and hi always been, fond of reading. Tl weekly newspaper was read and stu ied?even to the advertisements at market quotation?, and altho' youthful, he was an authority on su< matters in his country neighborhood. . . . Sidney J:>hnstou ploughed < in silence, meanwhile Ike ratth on. "You looks like der picture d grand picturs of de old soldiei "Der picturs I seed at Clayton, 'member one in perticlur, kase o Marse Jiilly had er bully tine mule de same name?Hector?and he was lighter ami anoder chap dey eallJAi Heels, and dar iswhar Ash Heels ha killed Hector en is dragging hi round Coluinby, Souf Callina." whil ole man Sherman is a buruiu it! Ai 'fore de Lord, if dar, in anoder pla aiut ole man Sherman a sittin on very top of de State House er playii on a fiddle, and Coluinby des a bur in !" Sidney was laughing at Ike's mi ture of fact anil fiction when I again earnestly asked : "Why don't you go to College ? don't tek so much money as it te cheek ! Don't mean to be sassy boi but you is der modestcst white boy knows on and de smartest. If I coti talk like you, I'd be a nigger hish fore long. I hear old Mr. Smith s if his bov was clever in his head you, he'd gin any 'mount o' mom TwasSaleday at town an he say, bet that boy can tell what cotton )f the Newspaper on i Lives. 'OR THE PRESS AND BANNER. ... ;i C'oxo ( romcr. !ecd, Mrs. Nancy Swift, of Elbcrtou, CJa., w the Mighty ami Jionelicent Powerof ig Influence of the Local Newspaper,) etion, 15V THE AUTHOR. I selling at in New York and what ba' eon- is worth in Chicago. What :s ihat boy dou'l know ain't in de newspaper, said ole Mr. Smith. "I don't is take em and I don't read eiu myself, .. when I wants to know any thing in ? 'em I ax .Sid Johnston, "en he say you's got a splendid cddication, en all iH from readin newspapers and books. 1 tell you boss, dey said good things ;e 'bout you." y 'v CI I Al'TEIi ir. J" i' "AM> T1IE DEATH-ANGEL FLAPS JUS v" IIROAI) WINGS O'ER THE DALE." le Sidney ploughed on in silence. He 1, was mud est and had a very humble n opinion of his attainments. Ever h since learning the alphabet lie had studied and read everything that came o in his way. J lis had not been a rose g strewn path. Fattier and mother he j- could not recollect. His father had been in the army during the closing a, years of the war. He came home to is iind his paternal estate ?one, swallow?, ed up in that great maelstrom, security debts; two words which meant liii iiuncial ruin to hundreds of easy-going Southerners, who had never experre ienced, until then, the primal curse, o ' In the sweat of thy brow shall thou earn thy bread." Albert ;e Johnson eanie home and went to n work clerking for his father's former m overseer. Several years went by. Ale 1 ert did not have the money-making o instinct; for the very good reason that d he had never felt the need of it. He y dressed handsomely, subscribed to all i. rim oluirfl) ios whert-with de i vout women periodically torment the 1- soul of the average clerk on a small salary. He hired stylish turnouts when the charities were quiescent, is He was very popular, a general society d favorite and ihe ideal hero of more f, than one girl, Well, he finally fell in love himself with Lois Sidney. They e were married?were happy, ideally y happy, and named their oniy child, a .son, Albert Sidney Johnston, hut that g cruel monster, typhoid fever, which is d ever lurking in small towns,as well as n large cities, carried oil' both mother - and father, and the beautiful prattling >i bo.> was an orphan indeed. " "Who was to take the little oris phan ?" After the funeral those assembled dee parted ; some carelessly, some with a o feeling that something ought to be d done ; but with the thrifty, fear that u "that something" niiyht fall on his or v her individual shoulders, so one by one, ,o group by group, they departed, till only ie the minister and his wife, the doctor ie and Mrs. Marksdale, remained. Little Sidney lay asleep in Mrs. 1. Marksdale's arms; ihe minister's wife sighed softly and held her own little i- boy close to her heart. Out on the pix azza the gentlemen discussed the sit*e nation. ;r "What shall we do with the little d one," said the minister, ''are there no h relatives ?" 11 "None, whatever, and no orphan d asylum in the county either, that is, o none at present. We had a splendid i- one, but it has just been closed by the I- powers that be." The minister was :o lately come and was immediately inr terested in this statement. "Tell me of it," said Mr. Ferris, "peril I in ns \vi? f.'in ori?t some aid from those g funds iii rearing and educating the g boy?for it goes without saying, 'hat I >1" will have to take the child, if no oue ie else oilers." d "The facts are these," suid Dr. Darby, over a centuiy ago Dr. DeLaTour, i- a noble Huegueuot, one of the original to settlers of this county, left his native France with a band of colonists and sought in America that religious liber1 ty which was denied at home. He acx cumulated a fortune and at his death ie bequeathed it to the maintenance, ie lodging, educating and clothing id of twenty four poor children, s, orphans to have the |.reference. ? These are the words of the will, as it 'i- occasioned a fierce newspaper war s. when the instution was closed. Ohlsid olin, Editor of the News, wiio by the ie way is a whole souled noble fellow, esd poused the cause of the orphans -and id Ridley, one of these come-and-go fo youngsters who start a new paper eve:li ry six months or so, advocated the closing of Sans .Souci, the beautiful >n and suggestive name given to the in#<11 stitution by its classical founder, RidI ley was not a brilliant writer, but he er|cariied the point for the trustees, s. | Why, he even said. 'Talk about poor 1 people in the South, anybody can be Id rich in this glorious clime. It is an of insult to a man to propose to feed, a house, clothe anil educate hischildren, di when there is a free public school on vc every hill. And as to the orphans, let in their kinsmen adopt them or bind Ie them out to others. The idea of an inid dustrial school is contrary to the spirit ce of southern chivalry and civilization, de Then Cliisolm replied that it was n tig wrong to the dead and a robbery ol n- the orphan and the poor to close tin institution. The money had boon givx en and should be used lor this specitii ke purpose. Then in a burst of eloquent {scorn C'hisolm closed thus: "lilacli It [slavery is gone?must we make white ks1 slaves out of our dead neighbor's little ?s, ones? I>ind them out! For shame I "May (iod do so t > nie and more als< ild if I raise not my voice against thi? op! base proposal, "To resume," said ihi ay young doctor more quietly, for he hai as been somewhat carried away by his >y. j theme, "Ridley was on the wrong sidi 11?yet lie carried his point." iS| "What a pity, what a shame," sai< ilie minister, "did no one but friend Chisolm object or protest.'' "None publicly altho' there was plenty of private criticism. It simply illustrates the old adaye,"\Vbat's everybody's business is nobody's care." "Mrs. Maiksdale wishes to see yon jgentlemen." said the soft sweet voice of Mrs. Ferris. The two men left the piazza and ! went into the liretlv litlledinimr-room. To their mutual surprise ami relief, Mrs. Marksdale proposed u> adopt the orphan. "Hut Aunt Lou," said Dr. Frank Darby, "you already liavt two orphans at your house." " Yes, Frank," slie replied, "hut T love (his child, aud it will he a sorrow to give him up. You see, I was here when Ids father died. Albert was unconscious, hut just before he died, he said 'my boy, my sou,' I picked up the child, held him to my heart, and kissed him. Then Alb"it smiled and -eemed content. 1 held the little one toward him to kiss, but he was going fast, his beautiful eyes were shinimr with rapture, he readied out bis hands and said, 'Lois, and then passed gently away. Mrs. Ferris was weeping softly. The Doctor openly wiped his eyesMr. Ferris said, feelingly. "My dear madam, you have already two orphans and will take this one also. Had you not better give the matter some reflection?" "No," said Mrs. Marksdale, lirmly, I have already thought over the matter enough. If I do not take the little lamb, who will? Besides, if J do not take him, possibly he might be 'bound out' to some on?, as Mr. Ridley suggested. Possibly I may be able to get our church to assume his expenses, if so I shall send him to the Hosewell Orphanage at Lindon in the adjoining county. I love the child and will do a loving mother's part by I him, and shall endeavor to have him reared in the fear of the Iiord." "In His name, I ask God to bless you and the young child," said the minister, | reverently, and I)r. Darby said. Amen. Then it was settled, the property should be sold?only his mother's piano and his father's watch and cavalry sword and such like personal belongings should be reserved for the boy. Mrs. Marksdale made the request that all books should he retained for tlu* future education of the boy. After everything was settled, funeral expenses and all, it was found that there would be two hundred dollars left. Dr. Darby had himself and Mrs. Marksdaftj appointed joint guardians. CHAPTER nr. "SIIE HATH DONE WHAT SHK COULD." What a beautiful character was Mrs. Marksdule's! She had realized Auurs' j prayer, in that she was neither I rich nor poor, sue owned a iarm 01 : two or three hundred acres?lived sitnj ply and leisurely?and always had : some homeless one beneath her Messed I roof. The grave had closed over her i husband and her only child long years ago, aud this loving Christian woman j had consecrated herself lo the task of wiping away as many tears from as many little faces as possible. One of her children, as she always called them, had reached womaniiooil and i flown away to a dear little nest <>f her ! own. She never taught her little ones j to call her mother?none but the angel boy who had gone to join the serlaphini and cherubim before the Great White Throne over the .Sea of Glass ?must ever call her by that sweet name. So it was "AuntLou" with the children, and quite generally with her friends also. And in this quiet, bless[ed, sheltered home, our little Sidney grew and waxed strong with the coinling and the going of mmmera and I winters. Prosperity and adversity came to his kind motherly guardiantwo or three crop failures, unmanageable labor, sharp practices of renters, caused a mortgage to be given which small at first, grew apace, and caused a look of anxiety to creep into Aunt Lou's cheery brown eyes. Sidney had gone to the little log pchool-house when there was a teacher. He was a bright child, an earnest, omnivorous reader?over the books and files of old newspapers left by his father, he pored in tlie long winter nights and summer days. History and romance, fact and fiction, prose I > ><! im-?.til wi.ro iMiifurtu l*i >: I (I aw\i j/u^n j mi ?? v. v .j - ? Sidney was thoughtful ami practical far beyond his years, and he soon realized that aflairs were on the down grade. To think, was to act with this child, who hud lived in a world of his own?with warriors and martyrs, with poets and sages, and the wise ones of earth. At twelve he told Aunt Lou he would stay at home and run the farm. Aunt Lou was proud of her hoy, proud of his accomplishments, of his singing, of his correct speech, his refined | manner?desperately proud of his ! handwriting even, ami it tugged at J her very heart-strings for this boy to j be deprived of even the scant privilege* of Miss Beck's not over-eliicient j teaching at the public school. Aunt Lou had spoken to this lady once Iabout the lack of discipline in the school as shown in the fact that little Beatrice had come home with a huge ink mustache daubed oil her chubby face, and her bonnet had been thrown into the ever-convenient nnidpuddle. I The teacher had replied with a breezy j frankness that she need not fret about j the discipline, that little Bee would i leani anywhere, order or no order? | she "could not," and she raised her oblique eyes to heaven, "just could not punish Toby Suodgrass, who did :i11 the mischief, because he was :i preacher's son, although only a local, how ' could she punish ToIiy and have the -j fac.; to go to church, anil," simpering, I "hear dear Mr. Snodgrass preach." >i Aunt Lou didn't say pointed things, fj that Is, not often, but now she looked ' over her spectacles and said, "No dear, ' especially as Mr. Snodgrass is a wid! lower?" which gentle thrust only M made Miss lieeks laugn in a pleased :; and hilarious style. \ Sidney iu-isted so (irmly about stayMing at home that Aunt Lou icluctant! j ly consented?he had said "1 will ?I study at home, auntie, besides Airs. '(Smith says I've gut enough "book sjlarniu" now. She always asks im? I j what's in the paper this week? Ami < jtliat is why I'm late on Thursday's in e getting home from the post-olliee. i | feel sorry Ibr her boys and girls. A1 1J that cotton stored iii ?out houses utuJ . not a single newspaper.- Mr. Smith told-me he was waiting for fifteen cents per pound. I told him he'd have to wait a long time, lie said, oh, 110, Miley and SiimpFou over the creek were holding theirs too, and that such a large amount of .stored eotlon would compel priees to go up. He told me I Wits U Mglll JiCJUl lill il> imuna u .1conccriied litiL "you don't know nothing silioul Imsiii' xs Sidney." "indeed yon <lo, though," s.-ii< 1 Aunt Lou, proudly, "but what did you tell him V" "Oli, T just said that it might be true about my not knowing anything about business, but one iliiug was certain, Kilitor (;liixoini did know almost everything and be always advised farm ers to sell cotton as soon at ginned, thai | the loss in weight more than balanced I any rise in price?then there was the j possibility of losing ii by lire as well." j M r. .Smith said "pshaw, (.'hisolm don't know it cotton bloom from it cotton boll, I luck a paper onct and it ware always harping 'hout "poor farmers" and one boss farmers, ami farmers gitlin liens, and fanners working haul and livin' poor, und all such impel'dent siiss. I work hard, but T cut, I tell you, I eat a plenty and good at that, and I don't want no slack aboiu lurmin from a cluip as don't know a bull-tongue from a Dixie sweep." So Sidney look hold of the farm and brought com parative order out of chaos ?paid the interest on the mortgage and made great improvements to the place. The next year he did betterincreased his capital stock as he called it by buying a tine young horse with which the reader is already somewhat acquainted. He was managing nicely, even Sir. Smith acknowledged, now * * ' ? 1 ? I mar. me noy possesscu k("?u inuuuie and better judgment, to which conclusion he was helped by having lost thirty bales of ninety from a little darkey's being allowed to play with matches. Jle was sore, very sore, about this heavy and unnecessary loss and saiil to his wife : " l'o think Sid Johnston had told him this might happen over two years ago." Then he continued grumblingly, "if our.John Henry had the git-up about, books and busine>s that Sid Johnston's got I'd give every bale what's left of I hem three I crops out therein the gin-house lot." Whereupon Mrs. Smith burst into tears, a thing she had never done before in her august husband's presence, and said, "If John Henry had had some o' that cotton, that he had done his share in makin, spent on him at the right time, he wouid not now be a byword and laughing stock to the whole country side. Sidney told us long ago to keep Uud at school, that hp ftm/fl Iphi'ii. <iiiIv tho teacher didn't pay much attention to the backward ones. _ JSnt you've had your way. ] hn<) no say so'at all. You've got your cotton what's left, and I've trot a heavy heart, and we've both got a knownothing son that neither of us is proud of," which was the longest speech Mrs Smith had ever made in her life. The sight of those hurnt cotton ties, the difference between her son and other boy, especially Sidney, broke the mother's heart. She saw that her husband u*s almost convinced of his mistake, and she struck while the iron was hot. She subscribed for three papersshe employed a young lady in the [neighborhood to teach her children, and energetic, positive Miss Lulu Stewart soon proved that .John Henry could learn, or that there was more virtue in money paid out of one's own pocket, than that from the public treasury. I Miss Lula was so thoroughly in ! earn est, that even Mrs. Snr.tL' had to ! intercede occasionally. : "I glory in your ways, Mi s Lu, but Ido let them oh' this aftermx n. They j want some strawberries so ba I." Miss i Lu would laugh, and get out her own jbooks and study and study for die was isroing to try for the scholarship . t the i Winship Training school. CH A I'TKlt IV. I "The Kinilcs, tl;c Si-ars of childhood's yearn, The words of low (lun spoken." ])r. Darby had been a faithful friend , to .Sidney, as was also his wife, to ! whom Sidney was as devoted as a j knight of old--lu: si ill called her ''Swec-t i (.?lady's" as in tin daysof her girlhood,: jereshe beeame Mrs. ])r. Frank Dnr-| i>y, the was wuiil lo be called i by every ??ue. As lie grew olderi 'lie likened her to every beauiiful! icharacter in hi>lory ami pot try. j (.Jladys taiiuht him music which i ] was Jill CJl.-y UlfK? liiU uo\ mum j j unusually gifted iu that direction.I I .She sent liiin papers anil Looks, and! ! took an abiding intcre-t in everything ! that concerned his welfare. So Sidney j : worked and studied and was content; j 1 but In the nature of things i he current' J of his life could not go on so uncvenij fully always. In the aiternoon of that April day i in which our story opens the melanjcholy shadi sof evening drew on, Sidney fel a yreal sadness. Ike without j j being aware of it had, as it were.i j thrown a pchble iu thcelear undislurh-! ieel waters of his dormant mhiI and caused hiin to soliloquize thus : "Must I plough and sow and reap, I and die like old Nettle* who was1 huricd at the country church-yard a. short while hack V" Sidney had looked down on his! wrinkled face and calloused hand.-.' and at the tight, hud lines! iarouud the mouth, as Ins neigh-j I hoi's were placing him ill his cotVui,, j"l cannot dig and delvv?and die like, i that. I want lobe something in thel | world like the great ami good men I have read ahoul. Oh, it my father! and mother had only lived.'' This j j made him still sadder, ami to .-hake oil' his melancholy he began t<> sing. |Soft and sweet the iitlte-hke notes' lloaled out over the field, and mounted heavenward. Just then was seen approaching a gentleman and a lady in a pheatou drawn hy a pair of spirited Macks! As they came up to Ike who was near the roadway, the g< n'.lemau inquired the name of the ? ii??r jer, "Mars Sidney .hmiisiou, sah." {said ri;e dolling hi* hat. "Voti aint i hear not hi n yi't? oat cliile can sing ; | like der very angels in I ehlien." "I would like to meet him," mid the I gentleman's companion, a strikingly i handsome wotti in with a high bred air. lj "Take' this card to Mr. Johnston I'and ask him to come here, if couven ii'iil." The gleam of a silver quartet m:y le I Uu'h soul glad; he ]?ut liis lint <ni and walked I?ri-kly while soldoguizing : " I'istocrat gentleman for true," and walking up to Sidney lie took oft' hi? hat in the most deferential manner and handed him the eard on whieh was pi inted. T. L). .M. Va'hrough, at* I on lev at Law. 7 Law Riinyv. .loneshor ou^h, S. ('. Sidney looked down at his blue overnils: "(Jo head," said Ik^, "you looks ebry inch a ristoerat too," and glad of a chance lo plow fast stepping ban, he took .Sidney's place with "(Jit-up, Dan, dat what niters and hoses was made for?to work for quality white folks? by dat I nier.ns grand white folks, L>em dat don't 'pose on us.' " Meanwhile Sidney is at the buggy and has been introduced to Mrs. Varbrough, and says mentall}', "she is almost as beautiful ?s Sweet (Jladys." Mr. Ynrhrough makes some incjuiries about the line fence row and boundaries of the place adjoining and Sidney learns that he is attorney for the absent owner of that farm. "You sing well, my li< y," says Tom Yarhrough, in those deep rich tones that somehow always went straight to the listener's heart, "I would like to hear more of your voice." Thereupon Sidney invited them to the hou-e where they met with a cordial welcome from Aunt Lou. Sidney sang and played for them ami with them. In turning over some music? lorn larbrougu. or "isal e," as lie was familiarly, known came across the name dipt. Albert Johnston, then walking over to aunt Lon, who was knitting mittens for liee, he took a seat and said earnestly, "Madam, can it be possible that this boy is Albeit Johnston's son ?" "Yes," answered Aut:t Lou, softly, audhumhd him two daguerrotypes. h'e looked at them and handed them to his wit's?, who had luard the eonveisation. ".Sidney, my boy, \ knew your father. We weicat ihe University together, and although my senior by several years ho was my friend and comrade. -I am glad to know you are th? worthy son of a noble hire," laving his hand caressingly on the boy's shoulder, 'i love you, my boy, for his sake." And Sidney looked up into the blond giant's brave blue eyes, his own dark orbs glowing and melting and Hashing sviili thoughts unspeakable while witi. his lips he said with simple dignity, "Thank you, sir." Tom Yarbiougli had been in Europe when Sidney's hither died. Owing to the un>cttled and unhappy condition of liis native Statu during Iteconslruction his education was finished at the University of Edinburgh, Scotland, and lie had traveled two years on the continent, after his graduation. He was now one of the foremost lawyers in the State, with an extensive practice and unbounded popularity wher ever known. An able speaker of fine, commanding presence it was but natural that, he should enter the political arena, which step was joyfully noted by his ambitious wife, whose belief in her bushand's ability was simply unlimited. ?/?/...!.? ! <>< 1 14 r\ frt iro 1 lit.* (IL-Ul [jcwjnt: iciliij Iiiigia in "JJabe" any ollies in their gift. She whs a popular woman herself, and ably seconded her huxband in every public enterprbe. In short,she was another Lady Churchill?only she had a real hero fur a husband, which is something poor Eady Churchill does not pos-c.-is in her Randolph. Everybody called him Babe, or Mr. Babe or Col. Uabe?his pel name in infancy and childhood?and it even got into the newspapers sometimes. Every daiky in Jomsborough called hitn "Maise liabe" which a cynical mun once .-aid was a crucial test of a negro's devotion. CHAPTER V. "Full many a aein of pure*l ray serene. The ?'iii i? tin Inthomed caves of ocean bear." In a few days a heavy rain made it nt'in-.-Kiry that Sidney should take the buggy m the school-house lor little Ij'1!*. Arrived lhere he found her with red face and eyes swoolen from weeping. Miss your lesson, pet?" he said kimhy. Bee shook her head viyorous>ly, wi.treupon Isabel Watson informal ilicin that Toby Snodgrass had iii en unusually ruile? Hint because litilc Jlie had succeeded in catching him in one of the running games?that lie iiuri tinnecl wild deliberately splashed per r.u-e with a mouthful of tobacco) iiiil siinbicr. "Coward," said Sidney, aim walked up to where Toby was en-1 ii1 iii throwing a small boy's hat iiiio a ;iTC?which enticing sport had I'lYwiileil him from seeing Sidney in Isnto make his escape. The boys vine about the same age, but Sidney collared lum with one hand and punished him with the other, then giving him a good shake he turned him loo.-e, saying, "I'll let you oil' with that this I line, Init it' you ever put ink on Bee's l':i<e again, I'll not let you oil'so easy." Toby stopped his ban-ling, and at a s il?-instance, screamed hack, "I'll get even with you. I'll git Shotey Brown ami Dick Stimpson to beat you. Sidney drove homeward and in the days that followed the matter was fading from his mind, when on Kri.lay afternoon anxious to see t.'-e papers, for an exciting political contest was being inaugurated at the capital by a convention of farmers, he went into town for his mail. On coming out of the 1'ost (Mice Shotey Brown accosted him with "I hear you are tellin it that you bumped Toby Snodgra>sat (lie school house V" "Of course, I did bump him," said said Sidney, with royal indillerence. ignoring the "tellin." Knowing perfectly well what was coming he put one foot forward to brace himself?"You iic," said Shotey, resiling at him trying to get a hold?but a powerful blow from Sidney's light band laid bill) sprawling on the side walk. Dick Sl'inpson land no bet It r? then three or four olher fellows from down in the Dark ('orner came to help their chum Dick. Sidney was warding oil* their blows l'.?r, with one against four, he was lediiced to the defensive*. Sidney recognized one fellow as a rough who had the reputation of biting oil'people's ears and noses. This strengthened his good right arm. Just us iliings came to this pa>s, a powerfully built man rushed through the crowd and iu front of Sidney, and he gan to lay about him in true boxing of stain stylo. altar a 'This unexpected interference caused crowne a stampede among the Dark Corner young i roughs, so that >y the time the ever an oxcc i misplaced policeman made his appear- perfum ance none of them were visible. ceremo "Look after those hoodlums," said plice ai the big man masterfully, who is none gilded < other than our grand Babe Yar- exclain: brongh. God am "I'll lake care of the boy, and when h when you want us come to my office," with a j and he and .Sidney walked off to that feeling, sanctum. enced L "You came in good time," said Sid- All e.i ney gratefully, "for if I had once fallen, soldier I (Jypatias fate might have been mine." God. Si Babe Yarbrough looked at the boy in trumpel surprised admiration. "You have swelled read Ilypatia?" shining " Yes, sir, and then T read it again and Thepra got my cyclopedia and hunted up all werelik the references md noted them down, a solo G [ was six mor lis on that book with leaned f my other studies. Now, I want to sighed \ read Homer and study Greek and All thin no someuiing in tue worm, nice you." m mat Babe smiled down at the boy and though! thought he is a modern Philainou? entered as beautiful, as high-strung, andas.sen- his ven sitive. gering,' On the way to his office Sidney had the (Jhr: told lum of the unpardonable rudeness own sc of loby, and his threats, which was win." the origin of the trouble at the postofllce. They had hardly more than taken their scats in Hie office, when the outer door opened and Mrs. "Whr Yarbrough came in. She clapped her Who pretty gloved hands gleefully. R f "Wasn't it grand, tho,' J never enjoy- r,"" ed anything more in my life." 3* "What?" said Babe. Ji i "Why the row out there in the . street," she replied. cine "And you taw your beloved huahand and that charming boy, as you . f call him, so sorely beset, and did not .. indulge in a feminine scream?" eaid g0'gj, Yarbrough. vh . "Oh! I was so afraid you wouldn't - .. gt t to bump them enough that I kept ^ ^ j I pei u'cuy suit. ?n a t| "Xow Sidney, you must go home with sraootiu I us, lor Sunday is Easier, and our tenor j .s a severe cold. The fates have sent you. I will send a note to Mrs. *?.gweet( Mnrksdale tomorrow: inirlove Sidney hesitated?Aunt Lou would nojon|. In> anxious. # u,, ri "Obey her!" said Yarbrough with ^j-j^ mock humility himself "1 always do." uii ijg "Now don't make the child think " k; h j I'm a dragon," she said, the red lips glant I pouting. t wished 1 "You're amostgloriousdragon," said a(J e(juci j Mabe and stooping kissed the lovely jnto the I mouth. out for 1 i They entered the carriage and ckove |iainme, .homeward. The stores were closed a gj. .Hid knots of boys and men vere talk- ^ in-; oi) the street. As soon as the car- an(j K if riage turned iuto the main thorough- ,.iate(f tl fare the crowd began to cheer wildly j(jea| a Yarbrough, Yarbrough ; hurrah for and (]0 g Yarbrough. _ fellowm .Meanwhile the recipient of all this Li0pefu]i enthusiasm caimiy linen ins n.u n it we're an every <hiy occurrence, and it might be .said that this was the fact, t *L?f : for Ytirbrough's was one of those j\. Igrand characters wliosemagnetism is jsimply irresistible. Arrived at home, ??ivfV(j lour jolly, rosy tumultuous boy?, from ? ov?? 1 two to ten years, seized him. "This is . I ovation number two," said Sidney, | . -t J* jsmilinjr. In the grand parlor that H night they sang and played and talk- f . ed. Babe, like the skillful lawyer that ; lie was?drawing out the ingenuous Sidney, till the boys' hopes and ? , dreams, plans and aspirations were as * : , if written on some fair glowing t jj j "And why tue you such a temper* " ance man '?" said Ool. Yarbrough. ,r 1 "Oh, I used to think, that is, a long r'i.lfiv lliineago, that to drink wine was a ! ^ yj j gentleman's accomplishment. You see ' !! ! Scottand plenty of1 the other standard y i authors talk so. Then I began to read x , I the pater:t outside of the News. It .VP"? f has a column every week devoted to ? j temperance. I read there about boys 7 , ? i becoming drunkards from so many lit- ,r( j lie harmless beginnings?one way wax . * v* : t > begin on apple cider. We maile ci- if Idcr, and I noticed that Shotey Brown ' ?j * j had come to want if, hard or strong, all ? , i the time?then I stopped drinking it . , | and told Brown to stop; but he didn't, p * land he drinks something stronger, * ? ! now. That is one reason why he { si ruck me this afternoon. Aunt Lou DUPrej fl ; has it barreled up for vinegar now, *?\rv o which we sell to the Joucsborough ncrol.ant,. "fuuty. The frequent mention of the News ry infori I by Sidney led Col. Yarbrough to in- tlieProl iuuire if he was acquainted with Edi- Dr. De J itor Chisolm. "Yes, sir, my adopted er 01 ?i | sister Hannah Craig Dalryniple, is a instituti type setter on the News." Mr. Chis- as an im olm says she is one of the best stenog- fifteen y raphers in the State. wiseacre "Soshe is,"said Yarbrongh, warmly, grounds "I have employed her to take testimo- woulcln' ny'iu important cases. Truly, Aunt wouldn' Lou, as you call her, has two remark- In short able children." eal. "Thank you," said Sidney blushing, That ! ' we ought to be remarkable? siie took the Sout ns ami cared for us when we hail not a ed her f< I where to lay our heads. Hannah and number little Beatrice are not related to me- tin. \V hut I love them as if they were my an Orph own sweet sisters, as for Aunt Lou, I Jones C< I would die for her." Stanley This was said so earnestly that Sirs, been for l-Yarbrough chimed in with them. every y "Why Sidney you have in you the founded inaterial of which heroes and martyrs of some are made." zen told "You must join our Joncsborough phans \ |(}nards, I will speak tothe captain and died oil iy?*u ean see them drill in their armory at Lintu tomorrow afternoon." Then with a The next morning Sidney's name the will i was sent in, and after practieing with plicitly, the choir he saw the company drill, that thi J That afternoon Mrs. Yarbrongh sent ling, |< j in an express package whose seals had J twelve | not been broken, with the request | whose 11 that he try t?n (he within uuif??rni ? reside<l ! which, 011 trial, proved a splendid lit. Ljx year Sidney came down to let Mrs. Yar- .side*the: through .see how well the uniform lit have tl {him. She was delighted and said, | pause,' "wear it tomorrow, dear; I have reason : have a I for making this request." Then sh<* whatevi j thought long and quietly : "This boy i on the I must go to West Point, Annapolis, or Showed j the Citadel. I will get IJabc to find | foimtaii j out if there is likely to be a vacancy or j jntendc ! appointment soon." thirty t LOaster dawned bright and beautiful, on whit Kuteringthe church Sidney could not sand d | help comparing it with the little un-|an0wes j painted country church at h->me. He aries, hi looked at the exquisite decorations? . | the lovely llowers -the grand windows led glas?, and high t the pale face of C&.^3m8| heart swell and thlt^jlwBl 'ss of rapturous devotior^^B9B e of the flowers, the' rawHHH nial, the man of God, -fri JCB id gown, the mighty irgan?caused him to i the very gate of Hea e opened nis nps to stnraragn >athos and a ferver,-mHB which he had lefore. ;'||U res centered on the bfs&BBpflMHl boy singing out i)is / <5|HH9j [>ft and ilute-like, sonorajtisHBn t-toned, the notea>' and died, away up amott&lflH beams and polished rsOiraM yers, the responses, the JWlB ea dream?then he sanjMpflM ludys had taught hIm/>S^H| orward to see the sirigM^SH vhen he was done. -SB sSfl igs have an end. . . j&afcSBM hour ilie boy left$|H||B| ;s behind him. AmbittoffijM his soul and took uoeg(B|ft^W8| / being, uud with one Jo<mEW| loving look at the patffaflBM ist, the boy said sotoy||Bj^9 >uI, "Work and > bath drugged my boy'? cao^igflrflBi hatli mixed my boy's bretMK^flrcfinl ning *home Sidney ra^BBW l the farm, but he was sold occupied that dear AqoH^H the time insisting thafuB^HM and therefore uee^N^p?BS 3ver to see Tilodya.^H^^n Iking to her about you^SyjPB luey betook himself to1fca||fcjBg 1 solved many a hard before, who almost ou had been, a mother liousand little wava. ItmBfrfW id and glorified life's >rphan boy. She was aO-^o^^Bj eltish that the prettg$afe3M Gladys" which the bov?jlM?P|l had bestowed upon ' appropriate but (feseMo^KSB und her in the baby Frank to sleep. on a footstool he toltEiJjyflflB : was not tired of th^*?3H ic could not bear for:w>jM'jwB| tit Gladys should to shirk labor, but he:.eS ntion .so that he could goffewW gr?at wide world aqggfcf^B limself a name; a chaiSq uulu iiit; taugei lining future. And rladys, with her clear^SjHaH itual intuition, saw au<raBaH le bo.* 's craving af(era^| W higher life, his vearpinMb JBM lomething for hin^lfauKSi an, and she talked tovjftflQ y and encouragingly.v&B Agricultural and MeclifiBfN -this magnificent drgjjBflBl it men and one grand wpffi?39| e a practical beneficent, >ng. A way would op^ai >t8 tear," said Gladys, stroklnHial owed head, 'Sou havtfMB-'cfljj ucation, now, if you have^EraH |) chietly from newsKM|fl|H agazines, but it mwBaoB y raised his bowed ha smile, "Thank you-?3 \v Mr. Bagley claims to bCT|aH ly a self-educated man, jraH your yard was polluted I flowers," and he sayg,Cj9HH Diceearritates his years both laughed" merrilyT;^^^H continued, "I want uofflB tea, and meet tousifr3||^H by, she is on the stafffajjrM 1 Patricia Darby, whoVaBafflaM ler name Pat Darby4g^HJ oman with a head th&t<Ctf^| q opinion of its own. Sb&2HH B'l with the boy half an e said to Glady's, aside. iclever to waste liis svnS^H esert air, to live and dieraiwMl Then Gladys told ilinost hopeless asplr&tffflHB t put her hands bebind^^l an to pace the floor bIqjB^H iake*peare, the big yeliow^joaH hier sent me up here to public institutions of tn and in getting up the nece^gj nation, I have come acrosgSH kite's oflice, the will of theij^H La Tour, the beneficent fo^^H uns Souri. I learn that tflM on was run for half a cento^H ilustri il school; but th&t&mflM ears ago, it was closed tS^hS| s who controlled it, that the industrial^ t worK (or me chih>^h| t work, I don't know whfalH , that it was utterly irajM$i|H is what's the matteir,^ra|H h to-day, and Miss Pat stattSlH lot i in j)im ioinly. .She worflj^B two---"We are too htfalfH hat's the reason we don't negH an Asylum such as this waaijH junty? Where would HejtfflE have been to day, if it hadrfiJfct justsAich an institution. Wl?3 mrish in England has o>H and supported by the bequoM dead philanthropist. A cllJB me that the Jones County vere either bound out orsffl|H 'on I he Rose we 11 Orphari?M hi, in the adjoining counrajg^H her magnificent eyes kindldH sudden inspiration. myself. It says plainly,ajB| beyond the shadow of aano?jH s fund is bequeathed for eda^flH idging, clothing and feeda^B joor hoys and twelve poor iarents or who themselves naiM in Jones county not less tkSyH s and actually continue to||9 rein?but orphan children -t9 ie preference. Another lorifl '1 do believe that boy cotdfl lawyer serve mandamus, jB or they call it, anyhow a nonfl trustees compelling tbeni&^H line why this fund is a "seal^B n" to those for whom d. The property amouot^^H housund dollars, the intejja^H ;h is, <<r ought to be,'three tho^f ullars annually. This'woUj^B ich of the twenty-four btnefl^B nth boys and girls, one hu^J S??o Xcxf CI