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ISSUED TWICE A WEEK?WEIDNESDAY A3VTD FRIDAY. l. m. GRIST & SONS, Publishers. } J>tiln Dctrspapcr: 4or <llf t?romo,'on ?f "IC f0''1'1"1'' ??rial' Ssricultur;il. and (Toiinnmial Jnlcrosts of the ?outh. {TBRcknk.NCI!' VOL. 41. YOTtKVILLK, S. P., FRIDAY. OCTOMKK 25. 1 8S)5. NO. 74. FROM WALL STRE a VIA THE PRI] 1JY AUSTIN Copyright, 1895, by the Author. CHAPTER XI?Continukd. I resolved soon as night caine to set ont for San Miguel, watch my chanco to enter a shop and purchase food, then beating a bisty retreat strike out across the country straight for San Diogo, there to find myself among friends. I set out and without any particular adventure arrived about 9 o'clock at San MigueL It proved to be a hamlet with the houses rangod close together on opposite sides of the streets. The moonlight cast a deep shadow on one side, while the opposite side was almost like day. I stood in the deep shadow watching. The first building was evidently a polico or military barrack. The door was wide open, but no one was visible inside. About five doors off was a shop, but the door was closed, and from whero I stood there appeared no sign of life within. I waited about ten minutes, and rashly concluding that there was no one save the proprietor there I stepped out of the shadow into the moonlight, and hurrying across the street put my hand on the door, opened it and stepping within found myself in the presence of 20 soldiers, all gossiping, smokt iug or gambling. Belts and cartridge boxes along with bayonets decorated the i walls or were lying about on boxes and ' barrels. All eyes were turned on ma I saw 1 " ? ? ? 1 4-V*rv V?nf iuybyu 111 U 1OT11U1 uap (A11U UVllilUg KTUkV cousummate coolness conld keep them from questioning me. My heart beat fast, but with an affectation of indiffer- i enco I saluted and said, "Bueuas noches, senores." They all returned my 1 salutation, but looked at each other eagerly, each waiting for the other to : quostion me. ] I stepped to the counter and asked for i bread. Two loaves were given me. I picked up some cakes and paid for ' them. From tho door I turned, and putting my dignity into a bow I said good 1 night They all seemed held by a spell, i but they looked and were dangerous as < death. I closed tho door, fully realizing 1 my peril, feeling the storm would break the instant I was out of sight Fortu- J nately there was no one near, and I ran i swiftly across the street into the pro- < tecting shudow and crouched down in < a dark space between two houses. The < cactuslike weeds grew there and pricked < me, but 1 heeded them not, for that in- i 1JJ /vJ i " mailt lilt) SUIUJtJia puuieu uuu ui mo auuy, an aDgry and excited mob, buckliDg on 1 their belts, cartridge boxes and bayonets ^ as they ran. Some had their muskets, 1 others hastened to get them, and all save ? two stragglers rushed out of the town ' In the direction from which I had en- ' tered. I wondered at this, but soon discovered tho reason. Some few women, hearing the tumult, came into the street, ' but seeing nothing went in again. The ( irtragglers all disappeared, and the street 1 was quiet 1 I came out of my corner and hurried J in the shadow down the road in the op- 1 posite direction to the course followed 1 by my pursuers. Arriving at the last house at the foot of the street, I found i myself confronted by a small river, i quiet and apparently deep, with all the ! space from the last house to the river i one impassable barrier of giant cactus. I had either to swim tho river or turn back, and I ought to have plunged in ' as I was, revolver and all, the distance : over being short, and as I am an expert swimmer I could easily have got across, ' loaded down as I was. But a contempt- ; iblo triflo had weight enough to cause i mo to adopt the suicidal course of turning back. I was very hungry and longed for tho cakes and bread I carried, and I thought if I swam the stream they would be soaked and probably lost, for I had them loose in my arms. Besides I was overconfident of my ability to escapo my pursuers. They had inarched by tho road that led behind tho village to tho bridgo crossing the river some distance up. Evidently not seeing me, they took i,t for granted I knew of the bridge and had pone that way. In a fatal moment I retraced my steps. As I passed a house threo women came out. They spoko to me, and in my oxcitement, instead of saying "Good evening" in Spanish (Bucnas noches), I said "Good morning" (Buenas dias). They of course saw I was a stranger. Just then four soldiers came hurriedly into tho streot from tho road, and I was forced to leave tho women and crouch down in my former hiding place. f Then they did what women seldom do ?betrayed the fugitive. Calling to tho soldiers, they pointed out the place I was in. All four camo running, and in a moment wero almost on top of mo. I presented my revolver and snapped tho trigger twico without exploding the cartridges. They were too close or too nv/ot/ul tr\ ncn fUnir mnclrnfc Vint", nil four grappled with me and naturally used 1110 pretty roughly. There was a terrific hullabaloo as in response to their cries their comrades came running in. By tho time they had hustled mo across the street into tho shop there was a mob of half a hundred around me. Soon the commander, a ' captain, appeared. I wish I could say ho was a gentleman, but ho was not He was a little, peppery young fellow, apparently with negro blood in his veins and dictatoral and insulting in manner. Surely I was iui object?a tramp in appearance?but with a diamond ring on my finger, which I had taken from my pocket and slipped on,' a revolver strapped to my waist and a splendid chronometer in my pocket. Such an object had never before loomed on their horizon. Was not 0110 glance enough to show that I must bo a notablo rebel? And there was but one doom for such. My desperato situation cast out all fear, and I was cold and haughty. Flourishing my police passport, I informed him that I was Stanley W. Parish of New Yorkt a correspondent of the New ;ET TO NEWGATE. MROSE WAY. B1DWELL. York Herald, ami ho had better look out what he was about. But it was evident that police passports made out in Havana had no cur rency in the face of tho enemy, but at any rato it proved that whatever my intentions might bo I had at least hailed last from Havana,and this would prevent my peppery captain from enjoying tho pleasure of standing mo up in tho morning to be fusilladed, such being tho law for captives in tho savago contest. Down my gentleman sat on a barrel, pompous and important, and ordered me to be searched. All this time a dozen hands were holding me fast. I told my officer he was a fool and a clown, but my captors began to go through my pockets, and speedily thero was a heap of gold and paper money on the barrel, and my little friend fingered it with a covetous eye. I had my $10,000 in bonds pinned in t!io sleevo of my undershirt. 1 This they missed, but found all else I carried. Ii. the meantime there was an eager auaieuce looking on, uusoroeu m the interost of the scene. ! There was a collection indeed on that j barrel. Besides my ring, there were five 1 other valuable diamonds, and my chronometer, with its regular beat and 1 stem winding arrangement, was a great 1 curiosity. Then the heap of money was ' a loadstone for all their hungry eyes. The captain was making out an inventory and statement, while I stood white 1 with rage to see the half breeds, blacks, < browns and yellows handle my property 1 so freely. I was especially in a rago 1 with the impudent captain, who had the uerve to put my watch in his pocket Absorbed by the interest of the scone, my captors had insensibly loosened their f hold, and I determined to have some < satisfaction out of the captain. Sudden- j ly seizing one of the revolvers before I i could be stopped, I gavo him a stinging 1 blow with it and sprang on him. We < rolled on the floor, and there was a 1 scene. I was dragged off by 50 hands, ' every oue trying to seize mo if only by i one hand. The captain got up with the 1 blood running down his face, and rushing to a peg he seized a saber bayonet i and flew at me like a mad bull. I shouted at him in Spanish, calling him a f our and coward, bidding him to come ? on. He was not unwilling while my J japtors held me firmly exposed to his < assault Another second would have ? anded my life, when a woman spectator, who stood rear nursing a child, threw tier arms around him. This, joined to my indifference, for I continued my jeers and taunts, changed his purpose, to my disappointment, for I preferred death to going back to Havana. Ten days after I sailed once more into Havana, this time a prisoner. Two days after my capture, by order of the :aptain general ol Cuba, 1 was put on coard the little gui.boat Santa Rita, a wretched little tub that steamed four miles an hour and took eight days going from Puerto Novo on the 60uth to Havana. I was taken by a guard of soldiers to the common prison, where an entire corridor was cleared of its inmates to make room for me and my guards. Captain Pinkerton was the first man to calL He of course was delighted to see me. While giving me credit for my escape, U/v +/-.1/1 Via r>nf nnrnflSfl fcn hfWfi UO IU1U UIV UV V<?\( UVV _ mo leave him again, and, having per- 1 mission from the authorities, he or some ^ of his men intended to keep me company night and day. Of course I re- ; spected Curtin for his honest determination to do his duty. He really was an 1 altogether good fellow and showed me 1 all possiblo courtesy and consideration. In fact, on his first visit he brought me a letter from my wife along with a box of cigars and a bottle of wine on his own account One of his men, of the name of Perry, used to sleep in my little room with me, and every morning Curtiu would relieve him, remaining until dinner time. We had many long talks on all sorts of subjects. and he gavo mo many inside histories of famous criminal cases which ho had been engaged in. In time wo becamo very good friends, and I am happy to state that Captain John Curtin is today well and hearty, a prosperous man and very generally respected by the citizens of San Francisco, where he lives. Abput ten days after my arrival he brought mo a New York Herald containing these dispatches: [Special to New York Herald.] Mai>kii>, April 12, 1873. The American embassador, General Sickles, has formally notified Senor Cnstoliir that the American go' rnincnt will consent to the surrender to the British government of Austin Bidwell, now under arrest in Havnnu upon charge of being concerned in tho Bunk of England forgery. (Special to New York Herald.] London, April 12, 1873. To tho great grnttfieation of the authorities hero otllcinl confirmation is given to tho rumor that tho Spanish government has concluded to grant the extradition of Austin Bidwell, now u.ider arrest in Havuna. There seems to ho no doubt that Bidwell is the mysterious Frederick Albert Warren, and thero is a very general curiosity to see him. Many conflicting stories liuvo been published of his extraordinary escape and equally extraordinary capture. The Times' report had it that he was mortally wounded and that he had on his person when captured diamonds to an enormous value, which had disappeared soon after. Sergeants Hayden and Green of the Bow street force and Mr. Good of the Bank of England sail on tho Java tomorrow to escort Bidwell to London. So tho web w;is closing in on mo. Of my daily sad interviews with my wife I will say nothing here. In duo time Green, Hayden and Good arrived and wero introduced to mo. I did not give in, but mudo, by tho aid of my friends, a hard fight to persuude the captain general to suspend the order for my delivery und succeeded for a time. At last, after many delays and many plans, early one May morning I was taken to the mouth of tho harbor. There tho boat of tho English warship Vulture was in waiting, and I was formally transferred to tho English government, and Pinkerton, Curtin, Perry, Hayden and Green went on board with me. Soon after she steamed out of tho harbor. Later in the day tho Moselle, the regular passenger steamer to Plymouth and Southampton, came out, and about ten miles out at sea was met by the Vulture's boat, and I and my five guardians wore transferred to her. At last I was off for England, and it 1 looked very much as if justico would weigh mo in hor balance after all, the more certainly because I found my wife on the Moselle. I had secrotly resolved never to be taken back, but intended the i first night out of Havana to jump over- 1 board, possibly with a cork jacket or something to help keep me afloat. The '< waters of tho gulf wero warm, there 1 were many passing ships, and I would tako my chanco of surviving the nig1 it and being picked up. But very cleverly < Curtin decided to send my wife with me nnd treat me like any other cabin passenger, rightly divining J. would not 1 kill her by committing suicide or going ' over tho side on chances. I was well treated all the way over, \ but overy night my prayer was that we might run on an iceberg or go down, so that my wife might bo spared long years of agony, and I the misery and degradation of prison life. I had obtained a position in Havana for one of my servants, but Nunn was returning with me, feeling very bad and most unhappy over the sure prospect of my future misery. I was pleased to think he had hold on to the money I had given him. Altogether he was quite |2,000 aheM, and I wanted to make it |5,000. He cortainly deserved it for his constancy and affection. One lovely June day we sailed into Plymouth, there to land the mail and such passengers as wanted to take the axpress to London. I instructed my wife to go to Southampton, while I went ishore with my guardians. From the London Times, June 10, 1878: "Among the passengers who landed it Plymouth yesterday morning from Jte royal mail steamer Moselle was Austin Bidwell, otherwise F. A. Warren, in churge of Detective Sergeants Michael Hayden and William Green, ao- ! ;ompanied by Captain John Curtin and Walter Perry of Mr. Pinketton's staff. They were joined by Inspector Wallace md Detective Sergeant William Mass of he city police, who had come down from London the previous night to meet the steamer. "It being known that Bidwell was >xpected from Havana in the Moselle, m enormous crowd assembled in Milbay )ier to await the return of tho 6team lender with the mail in order to get a light of the prisoner, and so great was ;he crowd that it was with somo difflmlty that Bidwell and his escort maniged to reach'cabs and were driven to he Duke of Cornwall hotel adjoining he railway station. They left by the [ 2:45 train for London. A crowd of 20, >00 persons were present to see them off ind cheered Bidwell heartily. "Bidwell will lie taken before the lord mayor in the justice room at the Mansion House this morning." Accompanied by my escort of six, I irrived in London one bright morning just as the mighty masses of that great Babylon were thronging in their thousands toward Epsom Downs, where on that day the Derby, that pivotal event in the English year, was to be run. All London was astir and had put on holiday attire, while I, now a poor weed Irifting to rot on Lethe's wharf, was an my way to Newgate. I Uo/1 aatyiq fn f.Vnc ! nowjjrtto I XilUU IV 11UV4 VVS4JJV W VM?w I ? The Primrose Way wherein I had walk- ] ed and lived delicately at the expense of < honor ended here. < 44 Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall < he also reap," was written by one Paul I Tho wisdom of many was bore and con- < deused in tho wit of one, and one with shrewdest insight into things and a practical knowledge of human history. I was a prisoner in Newgate. The very namo casts a chill; so, too, docs a sight of that granite fortress rising there 1 in tho heart of mighty London. Amid 1 all tho throbbing life of that great Baby- ' Ion it stands?chill and grim?and has ' stood a prison fortress for 500 years. ' Through all thoso linked centuries how ' many thousands of tho miserable and 1 heartbroken of every generation have 1 been garnered within its cold embrace! What sights and sounds thoso old walls ( have seen and heard I As I paced its 1 gloomy corridors that first night pictures of its past roso before mo so grim and 1 terriblo that I turned shuddering from them only to remember that I, too, had ^ joined the long unending procession ever 1 flowing through its gates which had ' heaped its walls to the top with one j inky sea of misery. ' In the cruel days of old many a sav- ' ngo sentence had fallen from the lips of merciless judges, but nonomoro terriblo ( than tho one which was to fall on us : from tho lips of their ferocious imitator, * Justice Archibald. 1 I found my tlueo friends already prisoners there, and a sad partv wo were. 1 When wo said goodby that night on the 1 wharf at Calais, whero wo sat star gaz ing and philosophizing, wo littlo anticipated this reunion. What a rudo surpriso it was to find ] how tilings were conducted in this samo i Newgate! I took it for granted?since I the law regarded us as innocent until i we were tried and convicted?that we i could have any reasonable favor granted < us there which was consistent with our 1 safe keeping. But, no. The system of the ; convict prison was enforced hero and < with tho samo iron rigor. Strict silenco ' was tho rule, along with tho absolute J exclusion of newspapers and all news of : tho outsido world. Tho rules forbid any delicacy or books being furnished by i one's friends from tho outside. This i iron system is as cruol as unphilosoph- i ical, for, pending trial, the inmates are more or less living in a perfect agony of mind, which drives many .into insanity or to tho verge of insanity, as it did me. How, then, can ono find oblivion : or razo out tho written troubles of tho : brain save in absorption in books? If I had the pen of Victor Hugo, what a picture I would draw of a mind con- . sciously going down into tho fearful 1 abyss of insanity and making mighty straggles against it, yet looking on the cold walls shutting one in and weighing down tho spirit, feeling that the strugglo is ineffectual, the fight all in vain, for tho dead, blank walls aro staring coldly on you without, giving ono reflex message, bearing on thoir gray surfaco no thought, no response of mind, for they have been looked over with anxious care to discover if any other mind had recorded there some thought which would awake thought in one's own and help to shako off tho fearful burden pressing ono to earth. As a fact, a man ro situated does?aye, must?make an effort to leave some visible impress of his mind as a message to his kind. It is a natural law, and the instinct is part of one's being. It is a passion of mind, a longing to be united to tho spiritual mass of minds from which tho isolated ono is suffering an unnatural divorce by hideous material walls. If 4a fViia law which makes the savace placo his totem on tho rocks, and it is, thanks to the same instinct, that this vorydayonr savants aro finding beneath the foundations of tho temples and palI was dragged off. ices which once decked tho Phoenician plain tho baked tablets which tell us the 'aruily histories no less than tho story of ;ho empires of those days. When the impress was made on tho soft clay to bo ire hardened, each writer felt or hoped n the long ages in tho faroff unknown, Yhen time is old and hath forgot itself, Vhen wuter drops have worn tho streets of Troy, Ind blind oblivion swallowed cities up, ind mighty states, characterless, are grated [*o dusty nothing, hen some thought, some message xom their minds, there impressed on he scnseloss clay, would be communi:atod to some other jnind and wake a reiponse there. Many a time, with a brain reeling in igony, did I turn and stare blankly at hose walls, and in a sort of dumb stujor search them over in hope to find lome word, somo messago impressed here,some scratch of pen or finger nail? t might be a message of misery, some ratcry from a wounded spirit, some expression of despair. Had there been one such?had there seen! Every one of my predecessors had left a message on that smooth painted ivall, but tl > red tape official rogues? he Btultiflr images sans reason sans ill imagination?bad, after the departure of each one, carefully painted over ill such legacies. The hideous cruelty or it an i .nay blood boils even now when I think of it. Even in the days of Elizabeth the keepers of the Tower of London had jnough hnman feoling to leave untouch ;d tho inscriptions made by Raleigh and Dthers, and there they are today, and today wako a responso in tho heart of svory visitor that looks on them. TO UK CONTINUED. KixHlng of Stones. Around the center of Jerusalem, whore tho religious growths of centuries gather liko crystals around a rod, a half sedentary, half floating population is to be found, whose chief object is the pursuit of piety and the voneratiou of tho traces of Josus, tho Nazarcno. Hero Is a world within a world, a Christian picturo in a Moslem frame. In this city, where tho religion of Mohammed, 18 jonturies ago, overcame that of Christ, and where nt present its followers present the rival Christians from fighting for the posse sion of tho veueratod spots, we have a little area of ground which has boon arranged by tho 6eots of Christianity to suit the brief descriptions of tho Testament, but in which no single place oxists that can bo proved to have been tho scono of tho evouts ascribed to It. All things which aro offered for vonsration aro venerated in this placo of faith, whero both native and European Christians become seized with what I * * A-i u:i am constramen loiunn u jiiiiuyiiuuuun lo mania, siuco thoj aro seen to bo constantly engaged in kissing onshrinod stones of tho most doubtful authenticity. The Air We Breathe. A now and novel instrument is the koniscopo, or dust testing apparatus. It Is not a complicated scientific machine, being sololy intended for estimating in an easy and simplo manner tho amount of pollution and number of dust particles in tho atraosphora Tho action of the instrumont is based on certain color phonomona associated with what is called "cloudy condensation of air," and which can bo produced by steam jets, high or low tcmperaturo of tho air, the Lucreasod number of dust nuclei, etc. In working the kouiscopo tho air is drawn into tho apparatus by means of a common air pump and quickly passed to tho "test tubes," which are fitted with glass at both ends. When tho tube thus charged is held toward tho light, various colors, from puro whito to noarly black bluo, according to tho purity or Impurity of tho samplo under test, aro ludicatod. Tho dust particles also form on important factor in theso tests, tho variation in their number causing the mirror to throw /all tho colors of the rainbow.?St. Louis Ropublio. i i ittiscrUanrous grading. PAYMENT OF SMALL OBLIGATIONS. Few women, let us hope, are intentionally dishonest. The majority of women are fastidious in the conduct of their finances, shrinking from debt as from disgrace, and preferring to pay fully and honorably as they go. Yet now and then one hears a wail of complaint from people who suffer needlessly because of the heedless manner in which other people keep them waiting for money which they have earned. A dressmaker said recently to one of her patrons: ''I am nearly frantic when I think how hard I worked and how lute I sat up to finish Miss 's graduation gown, und now I'm afraid I'll uever be paid. I have waited six months for that bill, and I cannot get one went, lhough I have almost begged for it, even offering to take it in installments. I am distressed in these hard times, when everybody is retrenching, because people do not have so many new things, and others who have had them put off* paying me." On her way home the sympathetic customer thought about it, happening to know that there were no indications of want or straitened means in the family of the delinquent debtor, inferring that the thing was due to an ingrained indifference to paying for work when done. Probably there was at first a temporury inconvenience in settling the bill, and it wus postponed for a day or two, and then the period lengthened insensibly, other creditors brought their bills, larger amounts were paid, and still the dressmaker waited and wondered, and grew frantic with worry, poor thing ! To defer even for one day the paying of the laundress who has acceptably finished her day's work in your kitchen is, it may be, to force her to ask credit, grudgingly given to such as she, at the grocer's shop where she deals, or else to send her children inoagerly fed to their beds. People who have a comfortable balance in the bank do not comprehend the straitened circumstances of the people who live from hand to mouth. Coal bins filled to the overflow are a very different thing from coal purchased in the dearest way, by the pailful at a time, yet thousands of poor women can buy their coal only in very small quantities, or go without. Think of being calmly told to wait till tomorrow for one's wages when neither stick of wood or ounce of coal was on hand for the family fire ! Apart from the inconvenience, embarrassment and misery entailed by laxity in paying what one owes, especially when the creditors are the poor and debts are small, there is evidently a serious lack of principle in persons who can comfortably continue in debt. Any lapse in the rigid honor which insists on meeting each demand and paying it in full at the moment of its maturity involves a loss of self-respect, and brings iu its traiu a warped morality. There are few things more important in the education of children than the fostering in them the right estimate of personal obligation. The child should be enjoined against borrowing and ?- ?-? 11 . .: T oegging in nis suiuu irmisttuuuna, uci him be held to strict account and responsibility as to the management of his allowance. Fidelity here will tell in years to come, when his dealings are 110 longer small, but affect great commercial interests.?Bazar. THE BOAST OF HEALTH. All doctors know that just before death the patient often experiences what is called a "rally," nature making apparently her last stand against the symptom which we call death ; and it is quite likely that the feeling which induces men to boast of health is of the same kind?an effort of nature to protect us against the coming sickness which the body has recognized, though the mind has not. The phenomenon occurs every day in the cases of consumptive patients, who brighten up and grow hopeful just when the disease is about to strike its hardest blows, ' and it is quite possible that it is more frequent than has yet been recognized that the approach of fever, for example, is signalled by an unusual consciousness of health. "I have never felt so well in my life," says the patient, who 24 hours after is lying prostrate, and whose friends quote his statement as illustrating once more the ancient and depressing belief. The boast had nothing to do with the illness, but it preceded it, and men, attracted by the violent contrast, almost instinctively link the two together as in some way and to some extent cause and effect. Next time those who heard it, if they feel that rusli of health in their veins, will avoid boasting of it; and the relation of the two will escape attention. Moreover, it must not he forgotten that boasting is of itself a sign of weakness, either temporary or permanent, and that, consequently, failure follows boasting more frequently than it follows silence. Tne perfect driver says he is perfect just when he is most careless, and the resulting spill is remembered when the thousand and one escapes, due to the same driver's skill and hardihood, are clean forgotten. AncientSuiuiicAL Tools.?A collection of Roman medical antiquities, gathered by Dr. Lutgi Sambon, was shown at the recent meeting of the British Medical Association. The number, variety and delicacy of the knives, forceps and specula prove beyond a doubt that the Romans possessed a high degree of operative skill. A set of ophthalmic instruments is among them, with bronze handles and iron blades which have rusted almost entirely away; also a pocket medicine chest of bronze, with compartments. There are glass ointment pots, safety pins like ours, and an ingenious nursing bottle. Dr. Sambon has likewise brought together n great many terra cotta votive offerings from the temples, representing the parts of the body anil the diseases and deformities which were to he cured, which show a high degree of anatomical knowledge and reveal the existence at that remote date of many diseases which exist today. BLACKSBURO BUDGET. Phkahko of tlie President?PerHonttl and Other Notes. Correspondence of the Yorkvlllc Enquirer. ?* /v-.-.l >11 15LACKSIJUKU, VSCbUliei 41. a uc special vestibaled train over the Southern railroad, hearing President Cleveland and his party to Atlanta, passed through here ou Tuesday, the 22nd instant at 10.47 o'clock. The party consisted of Mr. Cleveland ; Secretary and Mrs. Carlisle; Postmaster General and Mrs. Wilson; Secretary Herbert and Mrs. Micou, his daughter; Secretary Hoke Smith ; Secretary Morton and Miss Morton, his sister ; Secretary and Mrs. Lamont; Mrs. Harmon, wife of the Attorney General ; and Private Secretary Tburber. The presidential train was in charge of W. A. Turk, the general passenger agent of the Southern railway, and is said to be one of the handsomest that has ever been ruu out of Washington. It consisted of the private car "Wildwood," which is the car used by President Pullman when his own car is in the shops, and comprises a very large state room, a dining room, and a large compartment at the rear, suitable for observation and making speeches; the compartment car "Columbia," which contains 12 state rooms opening into each other and is one of the finest of the kind made by the Pullman company. Besides these were a baggage and parlor car combined. The Wildwood was occupied by the president and was the rear car of the the train. When it stopped Mr. Cleveland with several members of his cabinet were standing on the observation platform. Several hundred of our citizens, including nearly 200 school children had gathered at the Southern depot and gave the distinguished party their first welcome upon South Carolina sod. The president acknowledged the patriotic greeting of our people with smiles, pleasant words and hearty handshakes. To the children was he especially kind and gracious, and seemed anxious to shake bands with as many of the little tots as could be held up to him. He appeared to be in excellent spirits and in splendid health, and impressed one as heing a man of temperance, moderation, good judgment and great firmness, and, after the stop of 10 minutes the train moved on, he continued to respond to the enthusiasm of his loyal admirers. I thought that the affairs of any people could be safely trusted to Grover Cleveland. Mr. W. A. Buber, who has been farming near Grover this year, moved back yesterday to Blacksburg and will occupy his residence on Carolina street. Miss Emma Lumpkin left last week to attend the Methodist Female college, at Columbia. Miss Florence Dye has become a pupil at the Winthrop Industrial college at Hock Hill. A very interesting meeting is in progress at the M. E. church, Rev. L. A. Johnson, the pastor, is being assisted by Rev. Mr. Pitts, of the York circuit. Mrs. Gillon, wife of Superintendent Gillon of the Graded schools, received a telegram on Tuesday announcing the death of her father, Mr. J. J. Hagan, of Greensboro, N. C. She left ou the vestibule the same evening for her former home. The good people of the Buffalo church community have been making extensive preparations for the meeting of the York county, Baptist association which convenes there today . Mr. and Mrs. Ira Hardin will leave on Monday for Atlanta to the visit the exposition. Dr. VV. Anderson goes to Ilutherfnrdtnn this morninir on a business trip, and expects to return Friday eveuing. w. a. LETTER FROM UNION COUNTY. Death of an Kxtecmeri Negro?Camp of Confederate Veterans Organized. Correspondence of the Yorkville Enquirer. Etta Jane, October 22.?Aunt Venus Estes died near Hopewell postollice yesterday after a long and painful illness. She was one of the best known and most highly respected colored women in this community. She "served her day and generation" as a slave of the late Colonel Henry Thomson. Siuce emancipation, she has been loyal to the white people, and in her they placed the utmost confidence. She helped to raise two generations of the Thomson family, and Hon. J. S. It. Thomson gave her a home on his plantation as long as she lived or wished to enjoy it. The water is so low at Howell's ferry that flats can no longer - pass. All travelers have to ford the river. Mr. K. A. Foster is working on the M. E. parsonage at Hickory Grove. Mrs. Oregon Smith starts for her home in Texas today. She has been visiting friends and relatives in this State for six weeks or two months. We have a great many chills along the water courses. A good many have gone to Union today to see the eircus. A camp of United Confederate veterans was formed at Union on the 7th instant. It was named ('amp Giles, in honor of Colonel Jack Giles, of the Fifth S. C. regiment, who was killed at the battle of Seven Fines, Va., on May 31, 1S(>2. The following officers were elected : J. T. Douglas, commander: C. S. Greer, 1st lieutenant commander; W. H. I. Harris, 2d lieutenant commander ; J. C. Shettleworth, 3d lieutenant commander; J. L. Strain, adjutant; N. B. Hiser, quntermaster; Dr. A. E. Fant, surgeon ; Dr. M. A. Moore, assistant surgeon ; Uev. A. A. James, chaplain ; N. B. Morgan, officer of the day ; W. A. Nicholson, treasuer; Y. S. Baber, sergeant major; J. J. Eiser, vidette; Lein McDauiel, color sergeant; T.J. Hughes, and M. S. Yerner, color guards. Sigma. FORT MILL MATTERS. Dedication of the New liiiptlst Church? Mr. IIiickliolz'H Sermon. Correspondence of the Yorkville Enquirer. Fokt Mill, October 21.?On yesterday the new Baptist church at I his place was solemnly dedicated to God in the presence of a large concourse of people. The dedicatory sermon was preached by the Rev. Mr. Buckholz, of Chester, and was appropriate to the occasion, his text being taken from John xiv, 12: "Verily, verily, I say uuto you, he that believelh on me, the works that 1 do shall he do also ; and greater works than t hese shall he do; because I go unto my Father." The general theme of his sermon was that there is too much lack of faith with the preachers and Christians of today. Rev. H. R. Motley is the pastor of the church, and although he has been pastor for less than a year, his work has advanced at a rapid rate, there having been a net gain of 33 members within the year, making the total membership 101. Mr. Mosely is an earnest worker and it is with much reluct .k?. U:? ? II,. auv;c uiai tuc pvc uiui u|/. 11c has decided to give all his time to the Rock Hill church. The new church is a very neat and attractive frame structure, being 40x62 feet in size, with a seating capacity of about 350. It is nicely finished ou the inside in oak, and although there is a debt on the church, the money is already in sight to liquidate all claims. a. m. o. LETTER FROM HICKORY UROVE. Probably Killed by a Mule?A Matter for Legislation?Cotton Moving Slowly?The Farmer* Pay Old Debt*. Correspondence of the Yorkvllle Enquirer. Hickory Grove, October 22.?Mr. Jerry Green who is working for Mr. Joe Leech, was kicked by a mule Tuesday afternoon. He had just pulled the bridle from the mule, when i ... i 1 I.J ... .....i ......I. lie lurueu ttnu kickcu ai> uuu ntiuv.iv him fair in the face. At this time his recovery is very doubtful. Mr. Frank Watson will return from Texas next Saturday morning. Your correspondent was in Spartauburg last Monday, and it being election day, was surprised to see the doors of the dispensary open for business. Such work as this does not look much like the dispensary authorities are tryiug very hard to make the dispokSfrv very much of a prohibition regulation. Would it not be a good idea for some of the York county members of the convention to try and haveeugrufted iu the constitution some clause closing dispensaries on circus and election days ? This would certainly tend to make some people believe that we are trying to restrict the sale of whisky and not let the truth prevail in such a plain light, that everytime a crowd assembles in the town the temptation is placed before them to get the whisky and return home intoxicated. The above would certainly be consistent with some arguments now offered to perpetuate the dispensary. Cotton is being placed on the market very slowly, and one of the best cotton buyers said a few days ago that lie U1U UUb UCIICVC UUC-KUIIU UI I,?u crop had been placed on the market that is usually sold here. Corn shuckings have been the order of the day, and some folks are having tine times. I am told by some of our merchants that liens and all other debts are being paid off better than for years. One merchant said he had never been paid off more fully in his life. "Why," said he, "some accounts that have been on my books for years are being [>aid, and I am happy." Let cotton remain a good price, und not only will the old debts be paid, but the farmwill have money to buy for cash. t. A Beautiful Definition.?A dear child called Mary Cooper had read her allotted Diece with such appropriate emphasis and such sympathy of expression that the inspector said to her, in his kind and sincere manner: "That was really beautiful my child ! And now," he added, "if you can tell me the meaning of that word 'turf,' I shall give you the very best mark." Meaning of words are mountains of ditiiculties to some children, and the tears almost started to Mary's e>es because she realized that the inspector had chanced to drop on a word whose meaning she had not lately studied. Poor child ! I wonder how often she frolicked and tripped over nature's emerald carpeting! Possibly never! But Mary had plenty of determination ; she felt that her life almost depended on giving an answer; and she lost no lime in exercising her little brain to the utmost for some kind of a definition ; and just as the inspector was saying, "Well, nevermind child, I will pass on," she eagerly exclaimed : "Turf, sir, is grass and clean dirt stuck together by God." "A most excellent definition," said the inspector. "In fact, the answer I looked for was not nearly so precise as that. You have gained my highest tnarK. jkaT Many years ago, in central Maine, a man started out to sell oilcloth tablecovers throughout the country, at, 50 cents a cover. After tramping all day without selling one, a happy thought struck him. He would charge a dollar and take half the pay in cast-ofl'shoes. The result was, people imagined they . were getting some return from their old shoes, and there was a general ransacking of attics, and tahlecovcrs went like hot cakes. But the old shoes? Well, whenever he found a convenient hole beside the road, out of sight, he pulled up his cart aud dumped the lot.