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vot.tttvttr! 4-3. YOBKYILLE, S. C., SATURDAY, OCTOBER 2, 1897. NUMBER 79.
EXILED 10 SIBERIA.
By WILLIAM MTJBBAY GBAYDOH.
[Copyright, 1897, by the Woolfali Publishing
Company.]
, CHAPTER XXVIIL
SHIFTING SCENES.
Six feet beneath the level of the flat
top of the fortress, on the eastern side
facir.g the sea, extended a paved stone
wall, 20 feet broad. On the onter edge
of this rose a massive parapet deeply
embrasured and mounted with frown
log cannon that pointed their gaping
muzzles day and night on the shipping
in the harbor. Seven grated windows
directly beneath the roof faced this
paved wall, and the middle grating admitted
a feeble supply of light to the
cell wherein Paul Platoff was confined.
Five minutes before the alarm occurred
that roused Maurice from his sleep
two sentries were patrolling before the
row of windows, now back to back as
they neared the angles of the fortress,
now face to face as they approached
and met before the middle window.
Three lanterns, placed at regular intervals,
threw a bright light on the soene,
and, shining out on the sea, mingled
with the wavy reflections from the shipping.
"Have yon a light, Ivan?" said one
sentry to the other as they met before
Platoff's window.
"Yes," was the reply. "Here is my
pipe. Horry and finish your sxnoke,
though, for the night offioer will soon
be here."
They halted a moment to exchange
fire, and as they moved off again neither
heard a sharp crack that came from
a point close at hand.
The distance between them gradually
widened, and they were olose to the
angles of the fortress when suddenly
the grating dropped from the middle
window with a tremendous crash, and
they wheeled round in time to see a
4ark figure slip nimbly to the ground
and dash toward the parapet
Crack I crack! rang the two rifles
simultaneously as the sentries rushed
forward, but the dark figure gained
the top of the parapet unchecked and
leaped wildly into the darkness. A
heavy splash told that he had reaohed
the sea, 50 feet below.
The alarm gun standing ready primed
and loaded was touched off instantly,
and as the loud boom roused the inmates
of the fortress and drew an eager
crowd of officers and soldiers to the spot
the figure of the escaped prisoner was
seen for an instant striking boldly out
into the harbor.
A score of rifles belched out flame
and lead?with what effect none could
tell?and a few moments later four
boats manned with armed soldiers were
gliding to and fro over the harbor.
From midnight until morning they
hunted Paul Platotf in vain, and when
daylight came a Russian corvet watched
the mouth of the harbor, while the
commandant of the fortress, armed
with the czar's authority, searched every
vessel in the port?German. Danish,
Italian, English and American.
But Paul Platoff could not be found,
and when night came again it was officially
reported that the daring revolutionist
had found a resting place at the
bottom of the sea.
The two negligent sentries were put
in irons, the gratings at the six other
windows were strengthened, and the
. fortress settled down to its usual routine
again.
Colonel Jaroslav informed the boys
of the sad occurrence. Phil burst into
tears, and Maurice, throwing himself
on the bed, hid his face in the pillow.
When the door had closed behind the
colonel, he sprang up.
"Phil," he exclaimed excitedly,
"don't you believe it. PlatofF is not
drowned. It can't be true. He has escaped,
and we shall see him again some
day. I am sure of it."
Phil was inclined to be skeptical, but
Maurice remained true to his convictions
and steadfastly refused to credit
bis friend's death.
Two day6 Inter, in custody of Colonel
Jaroslav's own guard of Cossacks, the
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vuya cuiuiueuueu iuc iuu^ u,wv iuhc
journey bacjt to St. Petersburg?first
by sea to the mouth of the Amur, then
successively by river, carriage and rail.
On the night of the 10th of July Vladimir
SaradofF was sitting at his library
table, a cigar in his mouth and the
Moscow Gazette on his knee. It was
quite unusual to find him in St. Petersburg
at this time of year, when the
neighboring mansions on the Nevskoi
Prospekt were boarded up and their
owners scattered over the continent,
but he had merely dropped in on his
way to Pari" from one of his northern
estates and preferred tho comforts of
his home and the ministrations of his
faithful Ivan to the gloomy solinde of
?. the club.
If any remorse for his fearful crime
lurked in his heart, he did not show it.
His calm, haughty features expressed
self complacency and content plainer
than words would have told.
"Katkoff's paper ought to be suppressed,"
he muttered, tossing Tho Gazette
over 011 the table. "It's tone is
becoming decidedly dangerous.
"Is everything packed?" he added,
turning to ivan, who was stanauig motionless
by bis chair. "Wo take the Berlin
express at noon tomorrow. "
"All is ready," suid Iviui quietly,
"except the money. I shall go to the
banker's in the morning."
"Get 6,000 in large notes," said his
master, "and a draft on Rothschild for
the balance. Ah, a letter for me," as a
servant entered with a seale 1 envelope
on a silver salver.
Yiadimir Saradoff looked carelessly
at tbe superscription and broke the
seal. He drew ont a folded paper, and
holding it nnder the lamp read tbe following
weds, hastily written in a
bold, dashing hand:
"Not unmindful of past favors, I assume
the risk of requiting in some
measure the debt of gratitude I owe
you. A warrant has been issued for
your arrest on a terrible charge. I have
seen the proofs. I need say no more.
Count Brosky is implacable and determined.
He fears complications with
the American government and will not
spare you. The boys are now in the city.
Flee at once if yet there is time. Even
now it may be too late. Burn this note.
Yours, Vonouzow."
He read it through to the end, word
for word, and then as the paper fluttered
from his nerveless fingers be drop
ped heavily into the chair irom wnicn
he had half risen. His lips mumbled,
bnt no sound came, and his face was
white as chalk.
Ivan, deeply alarmed by this sudden
oollapse, sprang to his master's side
with a decanter snatched hastily from
the buffet. A spasm passed hastily over
Saradoff's features as he took the glass
from Ivan, and the powerful stimulant
brought a flush to bis cheek. He glared
wildly about the room and then sprang
to his feet In that brief five minutes
Vladimir Saradoff had aged?had suffered
the agonies of a lifetime.
[' "Bead that," he cried, tossing the
letter to Ivan. "It comes from Voroubow,
private secretary to the count His
information may be relied on. Some
person has played the traitor. But never
mind. My vengeance will coma Escape
is the first thing."
He shuddered and passed bis hand
over his forehead.
"Quick, Ivan," he cried with sudden
terror, "quick, or I am lost Escape by
rail is cut off. Tbey will watch the stationa
I most take to the yacht. It still
lies at the docks of Vassili Ortroff. I
lent it to Count Adlerberg. It waits his
arrival in the morning. Do you hear
me, Ivan: 1 must foil these bloodhounda
Call a cab at once. See if the street is
empty."
The perspiration was standing in
drops on his forehead, and his hands
trembled.
Ivan, no less terrified than his mas
ter, harried from the room, dropping
the crumpled letter to the floor. Vladimir
SaradofF picked it up and held it
over the globe of the lamp. As the last
fragment turned to ashes Ivan returned.
"I have been fortunate," he panted. "I
found a cab close by. The street is empty.
Go quick. They may arrive at any
moment."
Without a word his master dropped
into a chair, seized a pen and ink and
checkbook and drove his hand rapidly
over the paper.
"Here, take this," he cried. "Vou
must remain behind. Disguise yourself
and you will be safe. Go to the bank in
the morning, get foreign drafts for this
whole amount if you cnn and join me
in Paris at the Hotel Bristol. Now a
coat, Ivan?a light coat?and my pistols;
don't forget them."
A moment later he was ready. A few
brief injunctions to Ivan, a hasty farewell,
and he hurried down the broad
| stairway, through the long, magnificently
furnished hall, and passed into
| the street
He turned with a bitter malediction
on his lips for a last look at the stately
front of his palace?the last time he
Crack! crack! rang the two riflce Hmul
tancousiy.
would ever see it, be knew well?and
then bolted into the cab, the obsequious
driver holding the door open for him.
"Catherine's wharf, docks of Vassili
Ostroff," he cried. "Twenty rubles if
you get there in 15 minutes. Don't
ipare your horses."
The door closed with a bang. The
driver mounted his box and lashed his
steeds. The cab rumbled briskly over
the cobblestones and then drew up
with a jerk.
"Drive on, you idiot!" shouted Saradoff.
"Goon, I say! Why do you stop?"
The cab started, moved a few paces
and stopped again.
Vladimir Saradoff threw up the blind.
A lamp across the way shed a yellow
light on the street. The driver was
standing on the ground. Two dark figures
held the horses and a third w as
approaching the cab?a tall, bearded
man in a blue uniform and a sword at
his side.
A little distance off other figures
were visible in tlio shadow, and the
lumplight fell on gleaming rifle barrels.
The cab door was thrown open.
"Vladimir Sarudoff, I arrest you in
the name of the czar," said the oflicer.
"Here is the warrant. .Shall I read it?"
CHAPTER XXIX.
CONCLUSION.
But there was no reply. A few seconds
passed in silence. Then a flash of
light lit up the darkness of the cab, a
sharp report echoed through the gloomystreet,
and the horses, rearing in the uir.j
made a desperate attempt to break loose
The police dashed forward, surrounding
the cab, and a crowd, sprung from
no one knows where, quickly blocked
up the street. A lantern was hastily
brought and a surgeon summoned to!
the spot, but it was too late for medical)
aid. Vladimir Saradoff had evaded ar-j
rest and punishment.
He was taken back to his stately residence
and borne through the startled
group of servants to hie chamber. There
they left him alone, and an officer guarded
the entrance.
The police took possession of the
hnnsfl and drove curious spectators from
the door all night long, for the news
bad epread rapidly. The morning journals
announced in startling headlines
the crime and death of Vladimir Saradoff,
and St. Petersburg from the highest
to the lowest circles was wild with
excitement.
That day the boys were brought before
Count Brosky, minister of the interior.
The proof and testimony thatj
Colonel Jaroslav was prepared to offer!
were unneeded.
Ivan, Vladimir Saradoflf's servant, j
who had been arrested while escaping
from the rear of the house, came forward
with a full confession, made on
condition that his punishment should
be mitigated.
He told all, bow the plot had been
laid, the false passports and nihilistic
documents substituted for the boys' papers,
and how finally, by bribing an assistant
at the morgue, the genuine passports
had been conceuled on the persons
of two unfortunate wretches found in
the Neva.
At the close of the examination the
boys were freed with a most profuse
and elaborate apology from Count Brosky
and went off in a carriage to the
residence of Colonel Jaroslav, whose
guests they intended remaining for a
few days.
The colonel had promised to do all
in his power for them?a promise which
he kem to the letter. Vladimir Sara
doff's affairs were at once taken, in band
by the government, and tbrongb Colonel
Jaroslav's influence the fortune of
$200,000 of which Maurice had been
robbed was preserved from the wreck,
subject, of oourse, to legal formalities
oonnected with the lad's guardianship.
Colonel Jaroslav advanced him as
much money as he needed, and Maurice's
flrst act was to pay the fine of
20,000 rubles that bad been imposed on
Nicolas Poussin and to write tbpfc worthy
merchant a long and grateful
letter.
Phil meanwhile wrote home to his
father, fearing the shock that a cablegram
might produce.
During their stay in the Russian capital
Maurice met Miss Melikoff, who
had just returned with her father from
the mines of Kara. They had a long
I and interesting interview, but the part
which that young lady played in the
boy's escape was kept a rigorous secret
"Why, my father il 3iit actually send
me back to work in the mines if he
knew what I had done," said Miss Lora.
"He is so awfully strict, you know."
And the old general confirmed that
opinion on meeting Maurice.
"And so you are the fellow that
struck an officer, he said gruffly, "and
rescued my daughter too? Well, young
man, I would have shot you for the one
and rewarded you for the other." And
then be graciously shook hands with
biin.
The boys greatly enjoyed their stay
in St. Petersburg, for Colonel Jaroslav
was a most delightful host, but their
hearts yearned for America, and late iu
July they parted from their kind friend
and the many other acquaintances they
had made in the Russian capital and
sturted by rail across the continent,
sailing from Havre a week later.
It was a clear and beautiful August
morning when the Grand Mouarqup
steamed majestically up New York
harbor.
At the foot of the narrow street
which opened on the wharf a motley
crowd was gathered, curious to 6ee the
two young Americans who bad tasted
the horrors of Siberian exile, for the
papers had proclaimed far and wide
their expected arrival.
Off the Battery a tugboat put out to
the steamer containing a tall, gray
bearded man, whoso actions evinced
great excitement. He was hoisted on
board the Grand Monaraue, and a moment
later Phil was clasped in his fa- 1
ther's embrace, to the manifest delight
of the passengers.
"My poor boy, my poor boy I" was
all he could utter for a long while, but i
presently he became more composed and
extended Maurice an affectionate greeting.
"Your guardian is not here, my boy,"
he said as he clasped his hand. "Colonel
Hoffmau could not come. You will
know all later."
Maurice detected the strange embarrassment
in his manner, but before he
could ask an explanation the steamer
was at the wharf, and they hurried
across the landing to a cab that was
waiting.
A wild cheer burst from the crowd,
and half a dozen reporters sprang forward,
notebooks in hand.
Turning v deaf car to the representatives
of the press, the boys gained the
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on the 6top, when a strong hand seized
his shoulder, and he turned half angrily
to meet the honest, tear dimmed face
of Paul Platoff.
With a cry of joy lie staggered back
and would have fallen, but the sturdy
Russian caught him in his arms, and
they wept together, unmindful of the
excited spectators, who cheered again
and again and pressed forward so 1impetuously
that the indignant policemen
oonld not drive tbem back.
Between tbe mingled embraces cf
tbe two boys and tbe jostling of the
erowd Platoff was well nigh suffocated,
bat finally tbey were all bundled into
tbe cab and were soon rattling up noisy
Broadway.
In husky, broken sentences Platoff
related bow be bad gained tbe shelter
of an American sailing vessel on that
terrible night of bis escape, and bow
tbe noble captain, on learning his story,
bid him so securely that tbe Russian
soldiers failed to find bim. Two days
later tbe vessel left for borne, and after
a long voyage arrived safely at Boston.
"I knew you were safe," he said,
"and I saw afterward by tbe papers
that you were ooming borne on this
tpnmpp. "
"I knew it," said Maurice. "I knew
yon were not dead. What did I tell yon,
Phil?"
That night Mr. Danvers' np town residence
was brilliantly lighted in honor
of the boys' retnrn, and many friends
called to offer their congratulations and
to shake hands with the brave Russian
whose heroic condnot was now being
diBcnssed throughout the city.
One thing marred Maurice's pleasure.
Colonel Hercules Hoffman had been
thrown from his horse in Central park
a week before and died two days later,
leaving a sealed packet for bis ward.
ThiB Maurice opened ou the first opportunity
and read with sorrow the
shameful confession that threw still
more light on Vladimir Saradoff's
crime. The story of the malachite box
of jewels, the interview at the Hotel
Bristol in Paris, the later correspondence
of Vladimir Saradoff, all was told
without reserve, and the writer ended
by expressing a hope of forgiveness and
willing his fortune to Maurice aB a partial
restitution.
It must be remembered that Colonel
Hoffman, at the time of writing this,
knew that the boys bad been rescued
from their fate, and it must have been
a great relief to his burdened conscience
to discover that they were not dead, as
he, no doubt, had believed.
Maurice generously determined that
bis guardian's reputation for honesty
and uprightness should not be blotted
with this fool story, so ne burned the
confession and locked up the secret in
bis own breast
He was now possessed of a handsome
fortune, for Colonel Hoffman bad been
worth nearly $100,000 himself.
With great difficulty he compelled
Paul Platoff to accept a sum that would
make him independent for life, and,
indeed, it was only through the most
dire threats that the brave fellow could
be induoed to listen to such a proposition.
Platoff was, as we have stated, a man
of education, refinement and ability,
and these attainments, which his own
government spurned, he now devoted to
kin nnnnfrv IwtnmiTlff A tmi A
American at heart
And now we must leave our heroes?
happily freed from their perils?to enjoy
the new life that opens before them
nnder the shadow of the stars and
stripes, a flag unstained by tyranny or
despotism.
To Paul Platoff, who has passed
through the furnace of oppression, our
government will always be all that is
noble and just while Maurice and Phil,
who have seen and realized for themselves
the oppression tind misery that
lurk beneath the flag of autocratic Bussia,
will, we venture to think, bd enabled
more and more to reach and realize
the truest ideal of young Amerioan
manhood.
THE END.
Palmistry.
By palmistry one is supposed to be
able to discover the character. Each little
line or lump upon the palm, it is
said, stands for some quality or attribute
of the individual. It is even asserted
that destiny itself, not just the fate
insured by character, but the positive
facts of the future, may be read in the
hand. Whether this be directly so, however,
it is without doubt true that in
the practice of palmistry one may indirectly
arrive at many safe and sound
conclusions concerning character. Just
notice, the next time you happen to be
present where palm reading is in full
blast, how easily you can detect the
wishes and vanities of each subjecthow
conscious they all, tho most composed
of them, look at the mention of
certain alleged revelations, how hopeful
at the hint of future opportunities,
and how invariably downcast they appear
when the oracle goes against the
grain of their aspirations in any way.
The lines on the palm may be liable to
misinterpretation, but there's no mistaking
the emotions that tbev arouse.
Another test of character that palmistry
provides concerns her who does the
reading. Of course under strictly professional
conditions this doesn't appear
to such telling advantage, but in the
drawing room atmosphere, with hei
own friends or at least her social confreres
as subjects, there it is that the
true nature of tho palmist is revealed.
If she ba a bit of a diplomat, how i'.
shines forth, while tact, savoir faire,
and, aoove an, mu uuimj iu uam,,
play a by no means insignificant part
There are, of course, drawing room
palmists who are devoid of those qualities,
whose love for scientific accuracy
is sucn as to interfere with any ulterior
or personal motive, but this shines
forth just as plainly as the other thing.
Tho only thing, though, is that it does
not often get tho chance so to shine, as,
very naturally, she is rarely to bo seen.
It's the tuctful diplomat of a palmist
who is the most popular.?New York
Sun.
PisrritettfOMS Reading.
JACKSON'S LIMBLESS COTTON.
It Is a Fine Thing, But Is Not What Is
Claimed.
In The Enquirer of last Wednesday
was published an article about
Jackson's limbless cotton that reads
very much like a fairy tale. But the
story is not altogether true. The following
self-explanatory letter, published
in the Greenville Mountaineer of
last Wednesday, throws additional
light od the subject:
Georgia Experiment Station,
September 25, 1897.
Mr. John Ferguson, Greenville, S. C.
Dear Sir:?In reply to yours of the
23d, I beg to say that I have repeatedly
published replies and interviews in
regard to the so-called African limbless
cotton. I have the same cotton
growing on this station from some of
the same seed that Jackson used, having
secured it from a partner of Jackson's
last year. I have also examined
Jackson's six-acre field of the so-called
African cotton. When the patch I
planted on this station commenced developing
fruit, I soon suspected that it
was none other than a comparatively
old variety, known as "Welbom's
Pet," introduced and sold (principally
in the west) for seven or eight years
past, by Jeff Welborn, now of Kerrs,
Ark. After it corimenced to open its
crop, I became convinced beyond a
reasonable doubt that the African (!)
cotton is identical with "Welbom's
Pet." I had grown the "pet" in 1890
and 1892, and remembered its peculiarities.
I exchanged specimen sections
of stalks with Mr. Jeff Welborn
a few weeks ago, he sending me a section
of a stalk of bis pet grown last
year. The result was that no doubt
whatever is left m bis or my mind of
the identity of Jackson's "African"
and "Welborn's Pet." Our trial test
of 21 varieties does not show much
to the credit of the Jackson cotton.
It will not yieia as muca as uuy uuc
of half the other varieties.
I saw Jackson's patch. It is growing
on land that originally was thin
upland, but it has been manured and
improved for many years until it is
uow what we understand when we say
a "dunghill" spot; besides this previous
manuring it has been loaded
down with cowpen manure from the
adjoining cowpen of 60 cows. It will
possibly make 1 to 1J bales of. cotton
per acre, if the frost holds off reasonably
late. The staple is ordinary, no
better than the average selected varieties
of upland cotton and will bring
no more in the market.
The whole thing is simply a scheme
to sell the seeds of a fairly good variety
of cotton at an unconscionably exorbitant
price. Welborn sells them at
$2 per bushel, or possibly less. 'Jackson
wants $1 per hundred seeds, or
$60 per pound 1 The tale about the
seed having been introduced by a
"Wandering Jew," who found them on
a bush growing wild on the banks of
the Congo, in Central Africa, is simply
a "yarn." If a single farmer, after
reading this, is humbugged about these
seed he deserves to be humbugged. I
have no interest in it except that I believe
it to be my duty as director of
the Georgia Experiment station to expose
all such attempts to impose on
the farmers.
You can make such use of this letter
as you may desire, for the benefit of
your farmers.
Very truly,
R. J. Redding, Director.
The Secret of Longevity.?The
secret of longevity is a perennially interesting
oue, but th i explanation of
it is by no means uuiform. Oue centenarian
gives one reason for bis long
life, another assigns a diametrically
opposite cause. Total abstainers cite
instances of persons who have passed
the one hundred year mark and who
never tasted alcoholic liquors, used tobacco,
or indulged in profanity. On
the other band,' the ungodly bring
forward the cases of men who have
done all these things and who, in spite
of them, have flourished like green
bav trees, to an extreme old age. Wil
liam Cooksou Carpenter, the oldest
practicing lawyer in New York, who
died recently in his 95th year, attributed
his long life and good health to
regular habits, "plenty of sleep and
plenty of good whisky." The regular
habits and the sleep no doubt bad
much to do with his longevity, but it is
possible that he might have lived to
one hundred if he had omitted the
whisky.
As to plenty of sleep, there is no
question as to the importance and
value of that. Poet and scientist alike
testify to the potency of nature's sweet
restorer. Tesla, the great electrician,
is quoted as saying that the more
people sleep the longer they live.
Cheerfulness will probably do as much
to prolong life as any other prescription.
From Different Points of View.
Bishop Home said : "The follies, vices
and consequent miseries of multitudes,
displayed in a newspaper, are so'many
admonitions and warnings, so many
beacons, continually burning, to turn
others from the rocks on which they
have been shipwrecked. What caution
likely to be more effectual against gambling
and profligacy than the mournful
relation of an execution, or the fate of
? iiucnumfp sninide ? What finer lec
"
ture on the necessity of economy than
an auction of estates, houses, and furniture?
'Talk they of morals?' There
is do need of Hutcbeson, Smith, or
Paley. Only take a newspaper, and
consider it well; read it, and it will
instruct thee." And yet a Boston
journal editor says : "Only last Sunday
we heard a clergyman of ability,
a man of views and reading, denounce
newspapers that do not dismiss a crime
with a line. His denunciation approached
hysteria. He said, in effect,
'Why do our newspapers publish columns
about a murder and say little or
nothing about a charitable or noble
? ** 1 ! J 1 A.
deed '( luust we reaa eaca aay auuut
repulsive episodes iu the lives of the
most degraded human beings ?' "
SOUTH CAROLINA NEWS.
Chester O. P. Concern Closed.
On Wednesday, at Chester, the original
package store run by Joseph
Groeschel, the agent of Bluthenthal ,
& Bickart, of Atlanta, who are protected
by Judge Simonton's injunction,
was closed up by the state constables
and the stock seized. The
Btate' authorities say that the place
was not closed up. with any desire to
be in contempt of the injunction ; but
for the best reasons, which will appear
later on.
Two Men Poisoned.
Samuel Parker and Lawrence Parish,
the last named a young man and
a member of one of the best families
in the town of Tatum, Marlboro
county, died last Saturday after having
imbibed moderately of an "original
package" that had come from Smithfield,
N. C. Shortly after drinking
the liquor, both men were seized with
violent pains which speedily resulted
in death. The suspected liquor will
be analyzed for poison.
Hearing on the Ninth.
Columbia state : in speaaing or me
case brought by Bluthenthal & Bickart
in Atlanta against the Southern railway
before Judge Newman, to compel
that system to transport liquor shipped
in bottles loose, in carload lots, in
which collusion is charged against
Governor Ellerbe, Attorney General
Barber said that Judge Newman bad
issued a rule to show cause on the 9th
of October in Atlanta; but that the
judge still had under advisement the
matter of issuing a temporary injunction.
Mr. Barber will attend the bearing
on the 9th. He does not seem to
think that the temporary injunction
will be issued in the meantime. Besides,
the attorneys for the liquor dealers
have asked for an order to restrain
the Southern from putting its circular
in regard to the matter into effect,
whereas the circular bad already been
put into effect before the proceeding
was instituted.
Death of General Farley.
General Hugh Legare Farley died
at bis home in Spartanburg last Thursday
afternoon at 4 o'clock, of kidney
trouble, after a long illness. General
Farley was born in Laureus county in
1844. He entered the Confederate
service at 16 years of age, and by his
many acts of conspicuous bravery
won promotion to a captaincy. Among
the battles in which be took part were
Manassas, Yorktown, Williamsburg,
Seven Days Fights Around Richmond,
Winchester, Fredricksburg, Chattanooga,
Gettysburg, Chickamauga, Cold
Harbor, Petersburg and others. He
was wounded many times ; but fought
through to the surrender. Since the
war, he has been very conspicuous in
state politics, and suffered several
grave injustices at the bands of the
party. He was the right band of Tillman
in the political uprising of 1890,
and was elected adjutant aod inspector
general. At the time of his death
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ter of the troops which South Carolina
sent to the war.
A Story of Hamlin.?Frank Sanborn
recalls the following amusing anecdote
in bis Boston letter to the
Springfield Republican :
Hannibal Hamlin in his own Maine
town, half a century ago, was a gold
Democrat, and his party was at almost
as low an ebb as the Maine Democracy
now is. He called a caucus to choose
delegates to the Maine conventions,
state, county, and congressional; two
persons came, Hannibal himself and
John Smith. They elected a full list
of delegates; but when it came to
their credentials a difficulty arose.
Hamlin was chairman of the caucus,
and Smith secretary ; but how was the
gathering to be described ? Hamlin
said: "Mr. Smith, write, 'At a large
and respectable caucus of the Democrats
of H., so-and-so were chosen
delegates to the state convention,' and
then put the names."
"But, Squire Hamlin, can we call
this caucus large and respectable, only
you and me ?"
"Why not, Mr. Smith ? You are
large and I am respectable; what's
the difficulty ?" And the credentials
were so made out.
The colored orator, Booker T.
Washington, in a recent speech, told a
yarn of an old Negro who wanted a
Christmas dinner and prayed night
after night; "Lord, please send a
turkey to this darkey." But none
came to him. Finally he prayed:
"O Lord, please send this darkey to a
turkey." And be got one that same
nigut.
t&* A Mormon elder states in The
Church Economist that in the Eastern
States' district there are one hundred
elders and about three thousand
communicants of the Mormon faith.
There are also in the Northern States
one hundred and thirty elders.