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ISSUED TWIOE-A-WEEK?WEDNESDAY AND SATURDAY. l. m. grist ft sons, pobu>hers. } % ,jfamilg Iteurapger: Jfor the promotion of the political, ?oqiat, ^gricuttupl and dfontnteittial Jnteresfs of thq ?outh. {IEB^rooLE copy.^to'cento!'108' VOLUME 43. YORKVILLE, S. C., SATURDAY, AUGUST 21, 1897. NUMBER 67. ^^? * \ EXILED T( BY WILLIAM MU Copyright, 1897, by the Woolfall Publishing Co Synopsis of Pevious Installments. In order that new readers of The Enquirer may begin with the following installment of this story, and understand it just the same as though they had read it all from the beginning, we here give a 11 * if it'Kioh IlQU synopsis 01 mat punitm ? ?u>v>< ? already been published: Chapter I.?Vladimir Saradoff, a Russian being heir to the fortune of his nephew, Maurice Hammond, an American, in case of his nephew's death, conspires to have him sent to Russia in order to get him in his power. II.?Hammond and his friend Philip Danvers arrive at St. Petersburg, and Saradoff lays plans to have them arrested as conspirators against the government. Ill aud IV.?Hammond at a review saves the life of Colonel Jaroslav. Proceeding to Moscow, they are arrested and sent to Siberia. On the way the boat on which they travel catches fire, and they, with two other convicts, escape in a skiff. V, VI and VII.? Hammond and Danvers pursue their way with the two other prisoners, who attack an approaching wagon. Hammond and Danvers defend an officer in the wagon. A troop of Cossacks appears and recaptures all the prisoners. The officer tells the Americans that they will probably be shot, but in view of their services to him he will do all be can for tbein. CHAPTER VIII. CONDEMNED. Lieutenant Brosky turned away, as a Bign that the interview was ended, and was about to rap on the table for the guards who were outside in the hall when Maurice asked respectfully: " Will "No, Phil; don't give up." yon be kind enongb to tell ns to what part of Siberia we have been sentenced? No one will give ns any information." The lientenant spoke a few words to the captain, and then, turning to Manrice, replied: "I can tell yon nothing now. I promise yon that yon shall know what yonr original sentence was when yon arrive at Tomsk." He signaled to the guards, and the boys were led away to the larger apartment down stairs. Grodno was still sitting in moody silence in his comer, and the Cossacks were filling their pockets with food and their canteens with tea. Ontside the sturdy ponies were stamping restlessly, and through the window Maurice saw the wagon standing at the station door. Another horse had been fonnd to match the one shot by Grodno. A bugle blast assembled the Cossacks in haste, and the boys were rebound and placed in the wagon. Grodno was fastened securely on the back of one of the horses and given in chargo of two Cossacks. At the last minute Lieuterant Brosky appeared and took the front seat. When just on tlio point of starting an incident occurred which for the moment diverted the boys from their troubles. Amid the throng of curious villagers standing a little distance from the wagon the keen eyes of Lieutenant Brosky detected the cowardly driver who had run away from him that morning and was lurking in the background hoping to escape detection. The angry officer seized his whip and sprang from the little wagon with a single bourn1.. Another leap carried him into the midst of the affrighted peasants, who scattered in every direction, and catching his man by the neck he dragged him back before the station and applied the whip with merciless energy. The fellow howled and screamed most piteously, but the officer continued the castigation until the whip split in his hand, and then, tossing the fragments in one direction and the limp peasant in the other, he coolly climbed into the wagon, and with a merry blast of the bugles the convoy wound across the steppe on its way to Tomsk. Hamid was not with the party. His condition was probably too serious to permit removal, but Maurice noticed that two of the Cossacks remained behind, doubtless to await the Turk's recovery. At the time the convict barge had been set on fire it was more than 100 miles from the city of Tomsk, and as the fugitives had covered but little ground in their flight the journey was of short duration. The Cossack ponies and the horses who drew the wagon were animals of superior strength and endurance, as are all Siberian horses, and after two brief delays at wayside posting stations Tomsk was reached late the following eve.ning. They crossed the dark river ) SIBERIA. RRAY GRAYDON. and drove into the wide and populous streets of the town. On all sides the boys were surprised to see large and imposing buildings and churches of va riUUH UCUUUJ IUUUUUO. AO DUO UVU* TTHU | late, bnt few people were on the streets, and these barely glanced at the little oavalcade as it wonnd rapidly through the town. The challenge of the sentries rang sharply on the air as they halted before a huge military looking stockade, pierced by a large gate and flanked at its corners . guardhouses. They passed through the gateway into the courtyard, and the huge forwarding prison of Tomsk was before them," not a single large building, as might have been expected, but a dozen or more one story log houses grouped about the inclosure without any attempt at regularity. A large number of soldiers were pacing to and fro with loaded rifles on their shoulders, and owing to the mildness of the night hundreds of convicts were sleeping on the ground. When the new arrivals entered, many of them sat up with a harsh clanking of chains. The officer of the prison quickly came forward, accompanied by Captain Stanisla himself, and the prisoners were once more placed in his custody. Lieutenant Brosky drove away immediately without even glancing toward the boys, the Cossacks trotted out of the inclosure, and the recaptured fugitives were marched off to an isolated log building with heavy doors and bar red winaows. The boys were not slow to realize the serions change in their situation. The guards roughly fastened chains to their legs and thrust tbem into a dark, ill smelling room containing absolutely nothing bat a dirty straw bed in one corner. The door was closed and locked, and they were alone in darkness. "What do you suppose they will do with us?", asked Phil in despairing tones. "Not that it matters much, for I don't seem to care any more what becomes of me. I have lost all hope." "No, Phil; don't give up," said Maurice firmly. "The outlook is very hard, but all hope is not gone. We can't tell what may turn op yet in our favor. Have courage, Phil; have courage. Lieutenant Brosky may get us free of this present scrape, and when we learn just where they are going to take us?and you know the lieutenant promised to tell us?then we can see better what our chances are." Phil, however, refused to be comforted and paced the front of the narrow apartment until compelled to lie down from sheer weariness. Maurice was far from feeling tho confident manner which he had assumed. He was deeply imDressed with the gravity of their pres ent scrape, and even should they avoid punishment for that through Lieutenant Brosky's iuSuence he realized that Siberian exile offered no hope of escape. Vladimir Saradoff would take every precaution on that score. At the thought of his treacherous uncle Maurice ground his teeth and clinched his fists. Presently he became more composed and sat down on the bod beside Phil. If any aid could reach them, it most come from one source?home. Kis guardian and Phil's friends would make a determined effort to find the boys. But here again Vladimir Saradcff would no doubt be ready with some cunning tale to explain their disappearance. Little did Maurice dream of the startling truth as he sat on the wretched couch thinking of the home and the friends that he would probably never see again. He fell asleep at last, and when he woke the guards were tramping heavily iincf nrisrm nnrl frnrn an adioininc cell came furious cries and savage cursing, doubtless the wretched Grodno in a feverish delirium caused by his wound. His ravings continued until daylight, completely putting an end to the boys' sleep. They were provided with a scanty, unpalatable breakfast and then left alone until after midday, when a file of soldiers, led by a young officer, entered the cell. They were taken outside, where they found Grodno supported ly two guards, his ugly face flushed with fever. He glared at the boys with malignity, and oven made an effort to spring at Maurice, but was held back by the soldiers. They marched across the courtyard between crowds of convicts, who surveyed them curiously and, as a close observer would have discovered, pityingly. Maurice recognized among them many familiar faces, his fellow voyagers on the convict burge, and ho was glad to see that they had escaped the terrible death to which Grodno's crime had so nearly consigned them. Neur tho gates stood the office of the prison, a gloomy two story building. Soldiers were all around it, some on guard duty, some chatting in groups, others holding fiery black horses, belonging, no doubt, to officers who wye inside. The boys wero ushered into a large, dimly lighted room and in a barred inclosure along one sido Around a large table, lighted by a lamp, sat half a dozen stern looking men in officers' uniforms, among whom Maurice recognized Captain Stanisla, the Cossack captain who recaptured the fugitives and Lieutenant Brosky. The rest were strangers. The two men were writing at a table near by, and a dozen soldiers oocup'3d a long bench across the room, but all was very quiet and still. "They are waiting for some person," whispered Maurice to Phil. One of the guards observed the conversation and rapped the boys sharply on the shoulders with the flat of his sword. In a very short time wheels rattled up to the door, and a tall, stout man entered the room and took a seat at the head of the table. He had a heavy gray beard and mustache and was dressed in a summer uniform of light linen. He conversed briefly with Lieutenant Brosky, a proceeding which Maurice gladly noted, and then the trial?if such it could be called?was formally begun. The boys' suspense was augmented by the fact that all was conducted in Busaian. The first to be examined was Captain Stanisla, who spoke for 10 or 15 minutes, and from stray words understood here and there Maurice knew that he was relating the circumstances of the fire. At the close of his explanation he was subjected to a close cross examination. Lieutenant Brosky and the Cossack captain followed with brief addresses, and at this point the prosecution seemed to rest. The officers conferred briefly among themselves, and then, to the utter consternation of the boys, Grodno was called forward. He advanced eagerly in spite of his wound and started to speak in an excited voice. He was speedily compelled to be silent and to content himself with answering the questions that were put to him. The interrogations were brief, and as the convict was led back to tbe pen be threw a glance of hateful triumph at Ihe boys. At that moment Maurice lost all hope, and the grave, severe faces of his judges seemed to confirm his belief. He made no attempt to speak, knowing only too well that it would be useless. The officer iu tbe white suit conferred with his companions, and then, rising to his feet, announced what was I evidentlv (he verdict of the court. Grod no gave a load cry as the words fell from the officer's lips, nnd then the prisoners were hurried from the room. A few paces beyond the door they were met by Lieutenant Brosky, who whispered to Maurice as they passed hurriedly by: "You are all sentenced to be shot. Grodno has lied infamously. Don't despair yet. I will do what I can." With these words ringing in their ears the boys staggered across the prison yard, oblivious to everything around tbem, and sank down in the corner of the cell. The guards went sileutly away, and even Grodno's piteous wailings from the adjoining cell were unheeded and uubeard. Hours passed, and still they tossed in wretched misery on the hard pallet. Phil broke down completely and cried bitterly, while Maurice, brave lad that be was, could hardly repress his tears. He made no effort to encourage Phil by false hopes, for he knew how precarious was the aid that Lieutenant Brosky had promised. Death stared them in the face. If ever there was an example of the disastrous consequences of bad company, Maurice felt that this was one, and bitterly did he regret having had anything to do with the two convicts. Grodno, out of revenge, had sworn that the boys were equally guilty with himself, and now they must pay the penalty. Supper was brought to tbem, but was left untouched. Neither had any desire to eat. Engrossed in their own sad thoughts, they even paid little attention to each other, paciug the floor constantly and starting nervously at ev- I cry straugo sound from without. So tho I hours wore on, and night came. Grodno was silent, and the only sounds that broke the stillness were tho heavy tread of soldiers and the occasional rattle of steel. Condemned men are often said to sleep soundly the night before execution, and tho boys were no exception. They fell asleep side by 6ide, and only woke when the gray dawn was stealing in at tho grated window. Outsido were heard strange noises, a steady tramp of feet, a harsh rattle, and then a terrific discharge of firearms seemed to shake tho building. Frightened and umazed, the boys rose to their feet. Footsteps were heard in the corridor. They came nearer aud nearer. The door creaked and opened, and Lieutenant Brosky entered, accompanied by two soldiers. TO BK CONTINUED. How to Remove Mildew. Mildew is removed by first brushing /-vflP nn,r lnnca niilllou' TllfUl J1 littlfi COII1 moil salt should bo rublied in, afterward liberally sprinkling with powdered chalk and thoroughly moistening with clean cold water. After this the articles should be slowly dried in the open air and then rinsed, and if the marks are not removed the treatment should be repeated, possibly several times, but in the end the mildew will bo removed. How to Steam the Throat. If it is necessary to steam tho throat and lungs of a sick person, hot coals put into a vessel of water in the patient's lap will do it, but a kettle on the stove, with a connecting pipe reaching to the bedside, is even better. Ho can inhale much or little steam at will and without being hurried. iHisccUanccus Reading. PROTEST OP A PREACHER. Certain Utterance* of Senator Tillman Are Dl**ected and Condemned. From the Greenville Mountaineer. The Columbia Register prints the following letter from a minister of the gospel, entering a protest against the declaration of Senator Tillman that preachers opposed to the dispensary 2- i ?:?u are iu league wnu tuu ucvu, auio oapression of Tillman was unwarranted and cannot be justified, but the preacher in his criticism has made a mistake in not signing his name to the protest, which would be much more forcible otherwise: To the Editor of The Register: Mr. Tillman in his Tirzah speech took occasion to jump on the preachers of South Carolina for their attitude towards the dispensary. He himself admits in that speech that there has beenstealing and dishonesty in connection with the dispensary business, and yet he wants the preachers either to stand with shut mouths or else publicly uphold a rascally and rotten concern. I suppose we preachers should go and bow down before his lordship, Senator Tillman, and ask him what we must preach on the subject of temperance. Our commission reads; "We ought to obey God rather than meu." Mr. Tillman charges us with being in league with the devil against the dispensary. Now Mr. Tillman is a pretty fellow to make that charge. I have never heard that Mr. Tillman professed to be on the Lord's side. The Lord himself declares, "He that is not for me is against me." So that Mr. Tillman not being confessedly for the Lord, must be against him. That is to say, Mr. Tillman himself must be serving tbe devil. JNow l submit, is it not bad taste for Mr. Tillman to be speaking disrespectfully and contemptuously of his own master ? But we are not surprised or overcome by this charge. Our master himself, in the flesh, while engaged in benevolent service, was charged with being in league with Beelzebub. He told us to expect tbe same treatment. "The disciple is not above bis master, nor tbe servant above his Lord." "If they have called the Master of the house Beelzebub, how much more shall they call them of His household." But who is it in this case that prefers this charge against Christ's servants? It is not customary to hear such charges against preachers in these days. It is reserved for the Hon. B. R. Tillman, a man holding the honorable and dignified position of United States senator, representing the Christian people of South Carolina who receive their messages of love and life and comfort from these same preachers?it is left I say, for this representative of a Christian people to revile their religious ministry. It is Mr. Tillman, honored by the Christian people, who now accuses their ministers of light and life with being in league with Satan, the enemy of human souls. And will the Christian people of South Carolina have no word of protestor rebuke ?" Why does Mr. Tillman make this wholesale charge? Because the preachers say it is just as wrong for the state to run barrooms as it is for individuals to run them. True, there are beneficial restrictions thrown around the sale of whisky under the dispensary system ; but these are incidental benefits, and do not touch the root and heart of the matter. These restrictions could be attached to barrooms as well as to dispensaries. The dispensary sells liquor for profit and as a beverage. This is exactly what the barroom does. That is the heart and root of the business, and makes it that there is no essential difference between a dispensary and a barroom. Becuuse the preachers state this evident truth, and dare to say that they are opposed to the hellish liquor traffic, whether couducted by state officers or private individuals, the Hon. B. K. Tillman charges them with being in league with the devil. Let God in heaven and the conscience of men in South Carolina judge whether or not Mr. Tillman's scandalous accusation is true and just. An Anti-Liquor Preacher. A NEGRO GIRL AT VASSAR. poughkeepsie, n. Y., August 15.? Society and educational circles in this city are profoundly shocked by the announcement in a local paper to-day that one of the graduating class of Yassar college this year was a Negro ' is-- I . A gill, wno concealing uer ruce, eutcicu the college, took the four years' course and finally confessed the truth to a professor a few days before commencement. The facts were communicated to the faculty, which body in secret session decided to allow the girl to receive her diploma with her class. Vassar is noted for its exclusiveness, and every official of the college refuses to say aught regarding the girl grad uate. She has been known as oue of the most beautiful youug women who ever attended the great institution of learning, and even now women who received her in their homes as their equal do not deny her beauty. At the reception on Founder's day, Philathiau day and the other holidays of the college year none of the fair students was more eagerly sought by the men from Yale, Harvard and other universities who attended these events. Her fellow students called her "the beautiful brunette." Her manners were those of a person of gentle birth, and her intelligence and ability were recognized alike by her class mates and professors. Her skin was dark, but not swarthy. Her hair was black, but straight as an Indian's, and she usually gathered it in a knot at the back of her head. Her eyes were coal black and of piercing brilliancy. Her appearance was such that in other environments she might have been taken for an Indian; indeed, not a few of the students whispered that Indian blood flowed in her veins. In her third year in college it was hinted that her ancestors might have had colored blood mixed with the New England "blue blood" of which she was fond of talking. She would often speak of her brother, of whom she seemed to be proud, and once the trsMinrr man r>a m a fyi spa hsr. The other girls eyed him curiously. His skiD was of the same dusky hue as his sister's. In her senior year the statements this beautiful, dark young woman made about her relatives?their style of living, the splendor of her home, etc.?prompted her room mate, who already had her suspicions aroused by gossip, to repeat them to her father, a well-known business man. He caused inquiries to be made about the pretty brunettes family in her native town. The investigation failed to find the culture and wealth and family name of which she boasted. The name was the same, but the family was that of a respectable Negro, who owned a small estate. The brunette beauty a few days later lost her room mate, upon the advice of the letter's father. This incident added to the gossip in the college, and a few days before commencement the whisperings of her class mates reached the colored girl's ear. She was heart-broken to learn that her secret was suspected, perhaps known. Going to one of the professors she bravely told everything. As a little girl she said, she attracted the attention of a woman of wealth and position, who saw in her possibilities of a noble womanhood. This woman took the little colored girl into her household, gave to her all the advantages of money and refinement, and as a result she passed the required examinations, entered Vassar and completed the prescribed course of study. The kind hearted professor, a woman, wiped away the girl's tears, and spoke words of encouragement. Then she went to President Taylor with the story, and pleaded with him not to deprive the girl of commencement honors and a diploma. The faculty considered the matter gravely. Never had a colored girl been a student at aristocratic Vassar, and proffessors were at a loss to foresee the effect upon the future if this one were allowed to be graduated. Yet there is nothing in the college rules that prohibits a colored woman from entering Vassar. Commencement was but a few days off, and the girl would soon be gone and forgotten. So it was decided to conceal the facts and let her be "graduated with her classmates. On class day and commencement the young woman took a prominent part in the exercises, and of all the hundred or more girls in the class of '97 none looked more attractive or acted more becomingly than this girl of Negro birth.?N. Y. World. Who Invented the Piano.?Three different nations, the English, German and French claim the honor of inventing the piano. The truth of the matter is believed to be this. It was invented by Father Wood, an English monk living at Rome, in the year 1711. By much diligence and hard lubor he succeeded in finally turning out an almost perfect instrument, which he sold to Samuel Crispi, the famed author of "Virginia." Crispi sold it to Faulke Greville (Uouut uurn says 10 Bartholomeo Christnfol) of Padua, during his stay iu Florence, sometime about the year 1714. The French claim the invention for their countryman, Marius of Paris, who they declare, completed the invention in 1716. The Germans make their claim in the interest of one J. C. Schroeder, who they say, invented the first perfect piano in the year 1717, when he was only 18 years old. Fox and Dog Hunt Together.? While angling in a secluded glen the writer some days ago witnessed a curious combination of poaching and natural history. The facts are as follows : A hill shepherd, in destroying a litter of foxes, took it into his head to rear one as a pet. He did so, and the animal has not only become very tame, but is a most useful ally. It and a collie hunting together, kill rabbits to a miracle. They work very much iu the same way as two lurchers. The collie goes out and hunts the rabbits among the fern and heather of the braes, or the rushes and long grasses of the stacks, while Keynard all the time sneaks about the holes and picks them up as they come in. They understand their respective parts perfectly. The collie seems to know that it it is not her business to kill, and the fox is never under the slightest temp tation to Don out ana give ciiuse.? Pall Mall Gazette. China Ahead of Japan.?China is decidedly getting on, and in a vein of progress and of enlightenment, for, according to news received in London from Peking, an imperial edict has recently been issued making the teach I ing of English compulsory in all the higher schools of the leading provinces. This is a reform which has not even been attempted as yet by the Japanese government, although frequently recommended. Japan, indeed, is sadly backward in educational matters. While she is spending colossal sums of money on her army and navy, official returns show that there are close upon 2,000,000 children of school age who are without schools or any educational facilities whatsoever.?N. Y. Tribune. Dean Stanley and the Sailob. It is related that Dean Stanley once went to an inn in a country village and, afier ordering a pot of ale, sat down on a bench beside an old sailor. The Dean soon got into conversation with the man* and presently asked him if he could say the points of the compass. The sailor could do so. "Now," said the Dean, "can you say . them backward?" This also the sailor was able do do. After a pause, the * latter asked the dean whether he could say the Lord's prayer. Dean Stanley repeated the prayer as desired. "Now, then," said the sailor, "can you repeat it backward ? The Dean made the attempt, closing his eyes the better to consecrate bis thoughts on bis task. At length he finished. "Yes," said the sailor, "that's all very well, but haven't you beard that we must watch as well as pray ? The rogue had drank the cleric's beer while the latter was engaged in saying the Lord's prayer backward. Result of a Meat Diet.?Mrs. Hart, who has covered the globe with her notebook, declares the English people to be the most garrulous and quarrelsome of any she has encountered. She says there is more bickering and distemper in the Englishman's family and more homes are made unhappy by domestic squabbles than in any of the other nations she has visited. This condition she attributes chiefly to the Anglo-Saxon's fondness for a meat diet. She says the great flesh-eating people are notably ill-tempered. We are only animals, and the sequence of meat and tits, as demonstrated in the animal kingdom, has a significance in relation to the human animal. Mrs. Hart has gone further than this, and has studied the gentle Japanese, the mild Mongolian and other light faces, which research-confirms her ideas touching flesh-eating and family jars. Origin of Hand Shaking.?There ar9 several explanations of its origin in the early days of the Middle Ages, when every one went about fully armed, and men were compelled to be constantly on the lookout against treacherous attacks. By grasping one another's right, or sword hands, men who met assured themselves against a sudden and premeditated attack ; and, therefore this shaking of hands came to be recognized as the general form of friendly greeting, continueing, as is the case with so many of our other customs, long after the original cause fofit bad ceased to operate. Jn feudal times the vassal put his hands in the hands of bis lord on taking the oath of fidelity and homage. tST Leaving off fractions, the weight of a cubic foot of pure gold is 1208 pounds. Platinum is slightly heavier, a cubic foot weighing 1218 pounds, while silver weighs only about one-half as much, or 625 pounds. The other metals vary greatly, mercury weighs 848 pounds to the cubic foot; lead 709; steel, 487 ; tin, 455; cast iron, 450 ; copper, 547; brass, 543, and zink, 428. A tQn of pure gold is worth exactly #602,799.21. A million dollars of gold will weigh 3685.8 pounds avoirdupoise. A ton of silver is worth $37,704.84 ; $1, 000,000 of silver weighs 58,929.9 To Dry Umbrellas.?Wet umbrellas should be put to dry with their handles down, allowing the moisture to dry off eveuly. If the handle be up, the water will drip down into the thickened part at the top, and will take so long to dry that the cloth will he rotted. Umbrellas should not be rolled up while they are wet, and it is better to let them be unrolled while they are in the house. A silk umbrella should never be opened out to dry, as the stretching of the wet silk makes it liable to crack. When a ferule is lost, it should be replaced. The biggest grain harvester in the world has been in successful operation near Stockton, California. The machine turns out three 60-pound sacks of wheat every minute. It has a cutting line of 52 feet, and it also threshes and sacks the grain. In one run around a 4000-acre field it will turn out hundreds of sacks of wheat ready for market. Eight or ten men can handle the Jumbo easily, while it is turning out from 1,500 to 1,800 sacks a day of ten hours, and sweeping 100 acres of grain clean. He Followed the Advice.?"How far can you swim, Willie?" inquired the visitor. "Oh, I don't know," replied Willie. "Across the ocean ?" persisted the visitor, facetiously. "I shouldn't wonder," answered Willie, promptly. "Why, Willie, do you know how far it is across the ocean ?" demanded Willie's mother. "Don't care how far it is," retorted Willie. "Pop told me once never to admit that I couldn't do a thing until I'd tried and failed, and I never tried this."