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The PLASTERS LOAS and SAYINGS BANE? AUGUSTA, GA., Organized 1870. Oldest SftTingsV JJank In Ea?tern Georgia. Largest Savings Capital In City. Pays Interest and Compounds every 0 months. f HOS.'J. ADAMS PROPRIETOR. EDG?F1?LD, S, C.. WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 2, 1898. VOL. LXIII. NO. 44 k TRlPLfL Bbe'3 looking: rather doleful,' Sbe's talking very blue, She is no longer soulful What can the poor girl do? The doorboll'3 sadden ringing Her nerves doth sadly rend ; Unto ti e stair rail clinging. She wonders how 'twill end. "CAPTAIN N A WAH I q Bt cd?A i .. After . rdy" Grandmother Atk?nsori flied ?ud her will was read they found ihat she had divided Her smaller treas ures rtuiodg her grahdcbildreri. Td nje coud? ? square box; with a few wdrd? iii the dearly r?nienibered hand- ' writing;. Slie Had written them years' before she died, for the ink was faded and the paper yellowed with age. "This," the paper said, "is laid aside for my granddaughter, Dorothea At kenson, to be giveu to her after iay death.. The couteuts of this box bo . longed to Her cousin,Dorothea Atken Bon,for whom she was named." Whoa I opened the carefully tied package I found a blue soldier cap that had see a much hard service. It was faded, frayed aol stained and had tarnished gold letters on the front. Inside of this was a small leather case, lined with bitte velvet aud containing a silver cupi Engraved on one aide of the cup was the American flag and on the other this inscription; io Captain Dorry? From her faithful; loving soldiers; Aunt Mary? my grandmother's only child whd had ndt rdarried. Still lived on the did Homestead: She Had sent mo the package, with a letter telling of grandmother's dea'h, but with no word of explanation ia. regard to the box. I was at boarding school when the package reached me, Hundreds of miles from my own people. I wrote to Aunt Mavy at once asking many questions; but she had gone abroad. The letter followed Her over Europe, never catching Her, and at last fourni its way back, covered with postmarks, to the old farm. I appealed to my mother, th9 only other person likely to know anything about it, but Hor auswer was very un satisfactory. "The cup," she wrote, "belonged to your cousin Dorothea, the daughter of your father's e?ly brother, William " Atkenson, His wife died when Doro thea was boru, and He,poor fellow, was killed iu the war. The Soldier cap be longed to Him aud is connected with the cup in a story which I mnst leave your Aunt Mary td tell yon. I never saw the child; your father was r. mer? lad when the events Happened." - , Often, I lifted the cup from ita bar ;a ancTread the -queer_ jnscription and wondered .what it meant. ' Many times . I turned that faded cap around on my finger and tried to guess sthe story that conaected them. Father had died when I was a little girl, but I oould remember How he would say to me, "My precious other little Dorry." "When Aunt Mary returned from abroad she wrote at once, telling me of my much-traveled letter and invit ing me to spend a few weeks with her . at the old Homestead. "I will tell you the story when you come,dear," she wrote, "audyou might Upbring the things with you. I should ,, like to see them again. " <NTJ&ree days later I was sitting op posite aunty at the tea-table in the familiar diaiag room. "You want the story right awav,to night?" she laughed. "Well, I dou't , wonder. A year is a long time to wait for a story. You shall Have it as soon as we finish tea." "My poor little girl!" said aunty, , when I brought tho things and laid them ru her lap. "I must show yon , her picture, Dorry." Such a solemn, pretty little round , face! The serious baby month closed ? firmly; the gray eyes looked straight , into yours from under the baby brows; the thick, dark Hair was cut short. "She looked more like Her Uncle Jim, your father, than anyone else," said my aunt, "and you mustn't be jealous, dear, but I'm sure He loved her as much as Ho did you." "I don't wonder," I answered, pressiug the face in the picture to miue. "Who could Help loving her?" "Dear baby, Her mother died when she was born, and Her father enlisted in the army when she was only two years old. Her mother's relatives took care of Her until theil, but when Will left He begged us to go and get her. " T shall feel safe if she is with you,' He wrote to mother, and Jim was sent to the city to bring Her home. How well I remember that day. How we cried over Her, mother and I, and How solemnly she gazed at us from Jim's arms. He said He had found Her crying for 'papa,' but in his ten der way he Had won her small heart. "When she was three years old Will was sent Home on sick leave. After one little dazed moment aud a look at Jim, she went straight to her father's arms. He, poor fellow, wouldn't allow Her ont of his sight. "After we told her who He was, she called Him 'papa' in Her quiet voice and would sit patiently by His side, smoothing His Hair and crooning a queer little song Jim had taught her till he would fall asleep. " 'She ain't no reg'hir child,' old Aunt Baio.?.a, the colored cook, would ofteu declare, 'She's old, she is; she beats my time.' Born iu sad times, dear baby, she almost seemed to real-, izeit! "Then Will left us and took Jim with Him. Your father couldn't stay at home with all that fighting going op, although He wasn't much more than a boy. Mother and I bade them Godspeed with brave faces, but when we reached home we sobbed out our sorrow in each other's arms. "My poor little Dorry! She nr;ver saw her father again. Three mouths from that day he was killed, and Jim was wounded at the same time and sent Home t? die, with his shattered arm in a sling. "He was unconscious for weeks.bnt mother and I nursed Him back to life. Wh9n He grew stronger we learned the particulars of that dreadful day. "They had fought side by side, my $wo brave brothers. Will's wprd? AS Because she's tender-hearted-_ . ?he war's to blame, yoti see - She was, whee they'd departed; Engaged to soldiers three I And now this reckless plighter Doth realize, alack ! Each death-defying fighter Is safely hustling bael: ! -Cleveland Plain Dealer. [AA AAA A A JV A A A A DORRY." ?B0W2?; he fell, 'Gd on; old fellow^ yon must fight for both of ns now!' had sent Jim madly forward, even after his own arm hung helpless by his side; He be came unconscious from loss of blood and fell; rose again and staggered he didn't Know how long dr where; fell again; and when he struggled back to' life it was night, and everything was1 quiet. "No, not everything-he could hear a moaning sound near him, and when he crawled over to the spot it came from he found-Will. "Will didn't know Jim; he was too far gone.' But he kept moaning 'Water! Water!' Poor Jim lay there and cried, for his canteen was'empty, and he was too weak to move agaiu. All through that night he lay there, listening to his brother's voice beg ging for a drink and too helpless even to put his baud ont to touch him. "When morning came the calls ceased, and Jim remembered nothing more till he woke in his own room, with mother's face bending over him. 'I might have saved his life-~for a few hoursj anyway-if my canteen hadn't been empty/ cried the poor boy, bury ing his head in the pillow, while mother and I sobbed aloud. "There was only the firelight in the room, aud we little dreamed that Dorry had come in. She sat in the shadow till the tale was done, then rose and stood among ns, who were too startled to speak. Her face looked white; her great eyes were dilated,and the baby voice sounded harsh and old when she spoke. " 'Did papa die 'cause he couldn't have a jink of water?' she asked, in a tone of horror, laying her hand earnest ly on Jim's arm. "We couldn't pacify her. She didn't cry, but shook and quivered, and all the time she was so white, and her eyes went from one face to the other in such a questioning, pitiful way, that we were broken-hearted over her. "That year the war ended. Tho soldiers began to come home, and we could see trains filled with them pass ing every day. One inornjng.just be fore breakfast time, there was an acci dent on the road some miles ahead of ir^r-fcud an early train loaded with the army men was detained at our tow? foi* over three hours. "Such a wornont-looking lot! Some were sick,some wounded, and all were tired and hungry. Every house in the place was thrown open to.them. Jim, still weak and shaky, was rolled to the door to welcome themas they came up the path, while mother and Barbara ( and I flew about, grinding coffee, bak ing cakes,frying and broiling and set ting the breakfast table the whole length of the dining room. "In the excitement Dorry was for gotten. I had left her standing by Jim when I ran ont to the kitchen. He told ns afterward that she stood watching the scene for some time,her hands clasped behind her in an old fashioned way; then she suddenly surprised him by pulling him down and whispering, 'Uncle Dim, may I have my papa's cap?' "It was tho first time she had spoken of her father since that night. Just then a lot of the boys went past. Away she flew, and in the excitement Jim forgot her question. "Well, the dining room was full; everyones was bu ny, nnd I stood pour ing coffee at a side table, when Mat thew, Aunt Barbara's boy, came rush ing in, his face on its usual broad grin. " 'Come to the front door for jest a minute,' he said. So I dropped every thing and ran. "Shall I ever forget that scene? At fii-9t I .saw only a great mauy soldiers gathered about the horse-block in the front yard. Some were on the road, some in the yard, but all pressed close to the steps. Then one of them moved, and I saw Dorry standing bravely among them, her while dress blowing in the breeze, a worn soldier-cap on her erect little head and in her out stretched hand a long dipper. "While I looked and could scarcely believe my eyes, her ringing little voice called out sweetly, 'F'esh water, nice f'esh water!' and she was lost again behind the crowding bluecoats. " 'She done got me to fetch dat bucket and put it on them steps,and I weren't stndyin' what she was gwine to do till I heard her catlin' out and vhem soldiers crowdin' up to get a drink,' explained Matthew. 'She looked so kind o' businesslike wid dat cap on, I went right on and done like she told me. What you reckon made dat chile think 'bout gettin' 'em a drink?' he nsked. "I believed I knew and-crept quiet ly over to the edge of the crowd to watch and listen. I could see her plainly then. The earnest gray eyes looked straight into each bronzed face from under the rim of the old cap. She watched each soldier as he drank from the upturned dipper, then called again, 'Water, nice f'esh water!' Down she would plunge the dipper to the bottom of the big bucket and bring it up hospitably full. "The men crowded around her, full of surprise and curiosity. Her little sigh of satisfaction when some dusty throated old veteran drank deeply from her hands was very evident. Once, when a young fellow asked for a sec ond snpply.the dimple came into view for a minute, the little face relaxed into a shadowy smile. " 'Nice?' she asked, kindly, stooping to look under his cap, and a ripple of sympathetic laughter ran through the crowd. " ' 'Taint likely ber folks set her to doin' this,' said one soldier. " 'Ob, they must have,' said another; 'let's ask her.' "She was leaning over the bucket when ho pushed bis way through, but ?he stood up iustantly when he spo t? her rind turned, facing- him. , " *Did your m?ther seud you out flo .this,' sissy ?' lid asked. " 'l?o;' she answered; ** *Who did; then?' he persisted. " 'Nobody; I finked t?boiit it m self,' she said, gazing at him, a Uti frown between her eyes. "Then, seeing that some expiar tion was expected of her, she sai quietly, though the dear voice bro into a sob over the words: " 'My papa died in the army 'eau he couldn't have a jink of water,' ai down went the brave little head, ai tho mqn suddenly became as still death. "It didn't take me a minute tog through and snatch that blessed bal in my arms. I sat right down < that horse-block aud cried over hf without thinking once of how th were all lookiug at me. "But bless me, vi hen ? did look ti there they" were,- wiping their eyes < their coat sleeves.- Two or three them knelt downj pattiug her litt shoes. So'm? of them had turned the backs and stood looking hard nt tl ground, while one soft-hearted fello sobbed like a girl. "I wanted to take her away, bi they begged hard to havo her sta; and she was so anxious to go on, aft? she had had her little cry out, that I le her nnd'hujjjed into the house. Dei Jim, white and trembling, after I ha blurted out my story to the tableful i soldiers, insisted upon going out 1 her, while mother cmd, aud Barbai informed us a dozen times that 'she' always told us she weren't no reg'le child.' "When tho soldiers fully understoo what it meant how they crowded aboi her, touched to the heart by the pi thetic little story. For two hour she kept to her post gallantly, Jit standing over her, proud and pale while Matthew carried water from th well. " 'I put the cap on so as they' know I was papa's daughter,' sh whispered to me, in full confidenc that every man in the regiment woul recognize it. "Old men, grizzly and woru,strug gled up,proud of a word or smile; th younger ones begged for a kiss whet they pressed forward for a drink, an< 'Captain Dorry,'as they called her ladled out the sparkling water,intent heart and soul, on serving her thirst; soldiers. Then the time came fo them to move on, and Dorry was liftet up on Matthew's shoulder to see then go. "From her high post she waved tht old cap good bye, while the men, lei off by a veteran on crutches,- sent ut for 'Captain Dorry' three rousing, roaring cheers that rolled away lik< thunder and echoed back from thc hills. "They formed in line; the drummei and the one lone fifer headed the pro oe3sion^ind' down: thfrToaa-thtey-came, each man saluting as he passed, while she, after one quick glance at Jim, raised the old cap and stood with un covered head. The tattered flag dipped to the gallant little figure;* the las! blue coat disappeared; the sound oi the tramping feet died away. "Two months later this box cameby express, directed to 'Miss Dorothea Atkenson,' and in it we found the cup. " 'To Captain Dorry. From her faithful, loving soldiers.'" So read Aunt Mary, lifting the cup from its velvet bed and lookiug at it with dim eyes. "My blessed little girl, how proud she was. Nothing would induce her to drink out of it; she guarded it lov ingly by day aud slept with it perched on tho foot of her bed. "We learned afterward that every mau in the regiment had given his mite toward the purchase of the cup. Then they wer? disbanded and went beyond the reach of her thanks. But 'Tell them I love every one of papa's soldiers,' Dorry said to Jim,stretching out her arms as if to embrace the whole regiment. "That's the end of thc little story, dear." My aunt sat looking into the fire, smoothing the old blue cap absently, and I could not bear to ask the ques tion that trembled on my tongue. "Yes," she said, bringing her eyes back to my face and seeming to read my thoughts, 1 'she died that very win ter. We hung this over her bed where she could see it always, and the cup was on the pillow by her when she breathed her Inst little sigh. "My blessed baby, my little Captain Dorry," said aunty, softly, w'hile I, looking down at the cup, saw it shin ing through a mist of tears.-Youth's Companion. QUAINT AND CURIOUS A church at Seidlitz, iu Bohemia, contains a chandelier made of human bones. The Danish flag is the oldest in existence, dating back to 1219 or thereabouts. India has an anomaly in the shape of a fly which attacks and devours large spiders. It is reported that rats climb the orange trees of southern Italy and suck the blood oranges. The Japanese are, as a race, so small that it is necessary to build specially low bicycles for them. In a recently discovered Boman tomb the skeleton of a woman was found which had a complete set of false, teeth, beautifully wrought in pure gold. A whale recently captured in Arctic waters was found to have imbedded in its side a harpoou belonging to a i whaling vessel that had been out of service nearly half a century. An Iowa physician not long ago had under treatment a boy Bullering from what seemed to be. typhoid. It was found subsequently that the boy had swallowed several lemon seeds, which had remained in the alimentary tract i two wooka and had sprouted fully one- j eighth of an inch long. A IlewllUerlng Definition. Evolution is tho disintegration of matter and concomitant dissipation of motion during which the matter passes from an indefinite, incoherent homo geneity, to a definite, coherent hetero geneity and during which tho retained motion undergoes a parallel tmnsfor? roation,- Huxley, Life of the Famous ?i The suicide, in his prison, of Lieu tenant-Colonel Henry is the latest act performed in the drama of the Dreyfus case, and everything seems to indicate that the fifth and last act will end, as in classical tragedies, by virtue being I rewarded and crime punished. That ls to say, a-revision of the secret and illegal trial of Captain Dreyfus'will be granted. This is all that is wanted by universal conscience, for the question of the guilt or innocence of the prison-? er of Devil's Island is a secondary one when contrasted with that of the su preme right of any. man in a civilized nation td be judged not within closed doors, aud not without being shown thc documents which have led td hie indictment, sentence and degradation: It is this aspect of the Dreyfus ques tion which has made it a subject of in terest throughout the world. For the last two years a tremendous fight has been kept on in France in favor of a revision of the Dreyfus case, by the lovers of justice and fair deal ings in the courts. Emile Zola, Cle menceau, Jaur?s, Pressense and a host of other celebrated men have fought in vain for the rovision. The French people refused to listen to any accusa^ tion against the General Military Staff, tho only accusers of Captain Dreyfus, who practically hypnotized the nation, to which they represented themselves as the immaculate chiefs of the army, upon which the French confidently re lied for obtaining the recovery of tho two lost provinces, Alsace and Lor raine. But the suicide of Lieutenant Colonel Henry, the factotum of the General Staff, and his avowal that he had forged one of the secret docu ments used against Dreyfus, have opened the eyes of the French people. Thus it has suddenly been shown that not only had the captain been condemned without being allowed to see and discuss tho documents which influenced the opinion of his jndges, but that one of these documents, at least, was a forgery, confessed by the forger himself. The first illegality was admitted by a Paris paper, L'Eclair, the recognized organ of the EX-CAPTAIN DREYFUS AT HIS HUT 1 General Staff, in its number of Sep tember 15, 1896. Anyhow, it was the publication in L'Eclair which began to open the eyes of tho unprejudiced Frenchmen to the matter, and which caused the opening of the campaign in favor of the revision. At that time Captain Dreyfus had already been confined for nearly two years in his awful prison of Devil's Island-the worst spot on the coast of French Guiana, nearly opposite llie-| eily of Cayenne-which was denomi nated, together with its neighbor Sinndendria, the "dry guillotine," when it was chosen as a place of de portation for tho Terrorists and anti Imperialists sentenced by the Di rectory and by Napoleon I. But it appears, according to the latest de sj>atcbcs, that Dreyfus, whose death was often reported, is thoroughly ac climated, and physically in . good health. He will be able, therefore, to answer any chargea which may be brought ngaiust him, and to discuss tho value of tho real or the forged document* whioh were not gornrnqoi' S ALL FRANCE. <ii? In His Prison on caled to him or his advocate r.t the time of" his- Wal, which took place iii December, 1894. Two months before, a "bordereau," or m??aorandum, re vealing, as said above, the programme of -the mobilization of the French corps d'arm?e, was brought {o Colonel Sandherr, ohief of the Intelligence Bureau of the General Staff, who died soon after, and whose place was filled by Lieutenant-Colonel Henry, the too famous suicide and forger. The "bordereau" had been found in the ISLE DU DIABLE, SHOWING THE HUG - waste-basket of the German Ambassa dor at Paris by a servant, who acted as a spy in the interest of the French Intelligence Bureau. At least suoh was the explanation given at Drey fus's trial, though it is more than strange that documents5 of such im portance should be carelessly thrown by a diplomat in his waste-basket. As to this document, it was asserted by the accused captain that it was not in the handwriting of Dreyfus. On the other hand, some papers circulated a story according to whioh the captain, having been summoned to the General Staff and required to write a few lines dictated from the "bordereau," threw himself at the feet of Colonel DuPaty de Clam, and admitted that it was he who wrote the treacherous document. Since then it has been discovered that the real author was probably Com mandant Esterhazy, who was twice acqnitted by two courts-martial, but who is reported in tho latest de spatches from Paris to have disap peared : as soon as it was stated that the Government had decided to grant a revision of the trial of 1894. The trial resulted, as is well known, in ? sentence condemning Dreyfus to .imprisonment for life and degradation '-nm rdl military rank and honors. Alfred Dreyfus is a Hebrew from" the the city of M?lhausen, in Alsace, who had elected French nationality after his native place had been annexed to th? German Empire. He was an ar tillery officer, a married man, father of two children, and possessor^ a for tune sufficient to exclude the idea that he would resort to treason in or der to make money. After his sen tence he was taken from the military prison of the Chercho Midi to the square of the Ecolo Militaire in Paris, where troops were assembled to wit ness tho painful ceremony of tho de gradation. The insignia of his rank as captain, tho ba'dges of his profes sion, were torn from his coat and cap; even the stripes were torn from his trousers by the adjutant, and his sword was broken. He was then led along the front of the troops; and dur ing this awful funeral march ho did not cease to cry that ho was innocent. The captain was embarked at the Ile L7NDEH GUARD ON DEVIL'S ISLAND, de Be, in February, 1895, ipr the Devil's Island, where he remains un der the guard of twelve men, in a cabin or hut, enclosed recently by a high board fence which cuts off a view of the sea. If there is any hope for Captain Al fred Dreyfus that hope will bo realized through and by the splendid efforts of Lucie Eugenie, the captain's beautiful wife. Soon after his arrival at his place of exilo he wrote to Mine. Drey fus: "I rely upon you tc solve this horrible mystery." Then this faithful wife, who had offered to share her husband's awful fate and was pre vented doing so hythe French Gov ernment, 3et to work to freo the caj) tain, or at least to secure for him a j now trial. Sho went to Berlin and flung herself at the feet of the Em peror. One word from him, she pleaded, would release her husband. "Say," she prayed, "that tho German Embassy received no information from Captain Dreyfus." The Em peror said the word she'asked for, but it was pf no avail, Next che visit* ed the .Emperor of Russia, whtf took a keen interest in the case and did what he could to help the plead* lng wife. Next the Pope was drawn into the affair, and also tho Queen Regent of Spain. All of these eminent persons used their influence to secure a reopening of thc case, but with no success. Still the work which Mme. Dreyfus did was bearing good fruit. The newspapers continued to fight about Dreyfus. Zola and Max Nordau took up their pens and wrote with gall about borne of the big people in Paris. Count Esterhazy was tried on a charge similar to that on which Dreyfus was convicted, and although not found guilty, the fact was all in favor of Mme, Dreyfus's campaign. Then Colonel Picquart, a friend of the Dreyfuses, fought a duel with Colonel Henry, and then came the last chapter af Henry's confession and suicide. Captain Dreyfus did well to rely on his wife to solve the truly horrible mystery, and that she will certainly succeed in liberating her husband or vindicating his memory if he should die there can be no doubt whatever. Mme. Dreyfus mades this declaration; P IN WHICH DKE?FUS IS CONFINED, ? "l am convinced of my husband's ab solute innocence and mean to prove it. Jehovah, God or Providence will ere long crush his enemies and restore him to me." This prediction cer tainly seems about to be iulfilled. Mme. Dreyfus is still a beautiful woman notwithstanding the trying time she has passed through and the great grief she has felt. The sympa thy of the world is hers. Newspapers and people who formerly proclaimed that Dreyfus was guilty, and that his partisans, called the Dreyfusists, wanted to surrender France to the practical domination of Germany and the German Jew financiers, have given np that criminal and stupid theory. They are clamoring now for a prompt revision of tho trial of 1894, under standing at last that this is the only MME. LUCIE EUGENIE DBEYFUS. means to restore to the country the interior peace which has been so vio lently disturbed, especially during tho last two years. A Woman's Matrimonial Ventaros. Mrs. Augustus Thistlewood.of Provi dence, R. I., has been married six times. At her last wedding four ol her former husbands were present and acted as ushers. The fifth sent his regrets and a present, and an invita tion to the bride and groom to spend the honeymoon in his house. The average term of servitude for these husbands was ten months; all the di vorces were granted upon the applica tion of the lady without opposition. The dissolution of matrimonial ties has been duo to the tact and diplo macy of the lady, who convinced her several spouses that they were mis mated. Sharp. Said an Irishman to a telegraph operator: "Do you ever charge any body for the address of a message?" "No," replied the operator. "Anddo you charge for signing his name, sir?" said the customer. "No, sir." "Well, then, will ye please send this? I just want ray brother to kuow I am here," handing the following: "To John Mc Flynn-at New York-? signed] Patrick McFIynn." It was sent as a tribute to Patrick's shrewdness. Heart His Own Epitaph. Randolph H. Waters, an inmate of the Soldiers' Home at Leavenworth, Kan., visited a cemetery at Elmwood, Kan., and read the epitaph over a grave which was supposed to be his. His sister had placed the headstono over the grave two years ago. Waters ran away from home at the beginning of the Civil War and after it was over he went West. A Oncer Ii iver Craft. 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