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l. m. gkist 4 sons, Publishers. } % ^antilg ffewspaper: 4[or the promotion of the political, #oqial, ^.griqutturjat and (Bommeqciat Jnterijsfs of the $outh. {^^k^bcopy^tite1ckb "08' established 1855. YOEKVILLE, S. C., SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 24, 1898. NUMBER 77. ? _ | ? THE MYSTERIOUS MESSAGE" BY CY WARM AN. Copyright, 1898, by Cy Wurman. Any one could see by the air of industry that pervaded the place that something uuusual was going on. Everybody was busy. Three or four switch engines?noisy little tugs of the rail? were puffing antl snorting amid the sea of cars that covered the freightyards. Down at the roundhouse the day foreman, in a newly washed suit of overclothes, hurried to and fro with crumpled copies of telegrams from the trainmaster. The boss wiper, with his gang, was clearing the circle in front of the hou66 of dirty waste and lumps of coal. One of the men was sweeping the turnfoV.lo TTrifVi a notp hrontn Nnw A VArd engine came by with a freshly painted mail car, and another followed it with a mile or so of empties, reminding yon of a little black ant at one end of a fishworm. Thesnperintendent had goDe into the dispatcher's office to talk with the trainmaster about a meeting point for No. 8 and the president's special. This was the new president, who, with the chairman of the board of directors, was making his first tour of inspection. Every one mnst be busy without appearing to try to be. The Bection boss saw that each man was at his shovel and waved a "slow" signal himself to show the officials that they bad been doing something to the track. The roadmaster had gone out that morning, occupying a camp 6tool on the rear platform of No. 8. All these things combined to show to the most casual observer that something was up. In the face of every officer of the road at this particular point there . was a look of anxiety as though he might be repeating: 1 He'll cut mc off or let me stay, Just as he happens to feel today. The division superintendent, who bad just gone into the dispatcher's office, was an exception to the rule that all subordinate officials are afraid of a new management. He knew his business and knew be could go with the retiriug manager to another road. The trainmaster was of a different caste. He was as nervous as a maiden lady in her first bicycle suit. Having sent the "trick" man away, be was handling the trains himself to make sure that everything was 0. K. 'd. "I sent a girl over here yesterday, an operator," said-the superintendent after they had fixed the meeting point, "and you sent her away. I have instructed her to call here again this morning, and I hope you will be good enough to put her to work. Her father was the engineer who was killed when the fast mail went in the ditch on the east end, and she is the only support her mother has." The trainmaster mumbled something about the company running unnecessary risks for charity's sake when the superintendent cut him off with the information that there was no charity about it. It was just an act of simple justice and decency, and he hoped the trainmaster would not only give tne girl Bometning to do, but that he would take especial care of her and keep her out of trouble. The man at the key said he-would endeavor to find a place for her, but he positively refused to be responsible for her. "Then, sir," said the superintendent, "I shall cease to Le responsible for you," and there followed a scene in the midst of which a pale girl slipped into the room and sank upon a seat outside the railing unobserved by either of the angry officials. The superintendent, after pacing the room a time or two, paused at one pf the windows overlooking the yards. The president's special had for the moment been forgotten by the dispatcher, who now turned to the key to send the order for the meeting. Still smarting from the effect of the tilt with his chief, his mind wa9 disturbed. The office was now as still as death, save for the clicking of the keys and the slow, measured ticking of the great clock above the dispatcher's desk?the clock that marked time for all the clocks on the entire system. Presently the dispatcher jerked the key open and began to call Westcreek, and when he got them said: "Train No. 8, Conductor Smith, will take siding for special west Eng. 88 at Eastcreek." Now he began calling the operator at Lookout siding, and when he answered the dispatcher shot him an order that almost burned the wire: "Special west, engine 88, will meet train No. 8 at Westcreek." The pale girl sprang to her feet. The hiring nnrl ca \xr Vjor anrl UlOpHlV^iiOA WUiUVU UUU OU1? UVi I MUU when be realized that she must have overheard the quarrel between the superintendent and himself his anger rose against the innocent young woman, and the other official, seeing their embarrassment, qnit the room by a side door. "Air. Goodlough, you've made a great mistake," said the girl. "Have I?" shouted the trainmaster. "And do yon expect a salary for correcting me?" "Look at your sheet. You've"? "What," yelled the man, "do you mean to"? "For heaven's sake, man," pleaded the girl, "see what you've done. Look at the clock. There'll be a collision in less than ten minutes. You'll be a murderer if you fail to save those traina " "You're about as crazy as they get," said the dispatcher, and really she looked like a mad woman, with her big eyes burning in her pale face. Of a sudden she turned, darted out of the office and ran down the stairs as an actress quits a burning hotel. "She's a bird in a telegraph office," muttered the trainmaster, going back to his desk. "Ah, well, I'm sorry for her and glad she's gone! I presume she's lost her mind grieving after her father. But what could have put that fool notion in her head? Can it be"? And The trainmaster pitched forward. then he stopped short, staring at the train sheet in front of him, and one wonld have thought to look at him that his eyes bad caught the wild light that was in the eyes of bis visitor and that the malady he seemed to see in her mind had been suddenly transmitted to his. Now he glanced quickly from the sheet to the clock. "Twenty-seven," he said, and he knew by heart that No. 8 was dae at We6tcreek at 28, and he reached a trembling hand for the key and began calling the operator. Ten, 20, 80 seconds went by and no answer came; 40, 50, 55 seconds, and he fancied he could see the operator standing out in front of the little station with a pen behind his ear and ink on his shirt sleeves. For another five seconds he called, and as the minute wasted it seemed to him that his blood was boiling and his brain on fire. Then he thought of calling Eastcreek to hold the special. The operator, who happened to be at the key about to report, answered quickly, and the dispatcher asked, " Where's the special?" "Gone." said the wire, and the trainmaster pitched forward fainting among the inkstands and instruments. The operator at Westcreek stood in front of the little station smiling at the roadmaster on No. 8, and the operator at Eastcreek sat looking tbrongb tbe window at the rear end of the president's private car puckering up in the distance, and tbe three drivers, ignorant of the awful mistake, were now dashing at the rate of a mile a minute into tbe open door of death. The superintendent, who had looked into tbe ghostlike face of the girl as she passed him on tbe stair, thought he read there of a wrong done and returned at once to the dispatcher's office, determined to have tho matter out with his rebellious trainmaster. He had entered the office unobserved by the operator and stood directly behind him and heard him ask Eastcreek where tbe special was and heard the answer, "Gone." Of this he made nothing until the dispatcher threw out his urms and fell forward upon his desk; then the superintendent knew that something had gone wrong. A glance at the record of the dispatcher's work showed it all. It was 9:29. The creat clock told him that No. 8 had already passed Westcreek, the special had passed Eastcre*k, and now there was nothing to do but wait for the collision which, in the narrow, crooked canyon, was sure to come. Tenderly he lifted the limp dispatcher from the table and laid him upon the floor. He poured water in his band and bathed the face of the unfortunate official, but it failed to revive him, and then he called up the hospital, and one of the surgeons came with an ambulance and carried the sick man away. The superintendent, who was himself an operator, called Eastcreek and told him to let nothing pass that point west bound until further notice from the dispatcher's office. He walked to the window and looked out over the coacbyards and saw the pale girl pacing the platform, waiting for a train to carry her back to her home. Her heart was heavy with dread of the collision and at thought of returning to her widowed mother with the news of her failure to 6ecure work. The superintendent tapped upon the window with a 6witch key, and when she looked up beckoned her to him. "Take that seat," 6aid the superintendent, pointing to an empty chair at the dispatcher's desk. She did as he had told her and waited tremblingly for the wire to give her something to do. Mr. Cramer, the first trick man, who had been sent away, having heard of the sudden illness of the trainmaster, now came hurriedly into the office. The superintendent waved bis hand in the direction of the desk where the girl sat. "Keep your seat," said the dispatcher as she was about to rise, and after glancing over the w?rk turned a blanched face to the superintendent. There was t, moment of silence in which the two men gazed helplessly into each other's face and listened constantly for a call from Eastcxeek or Westcreek. The keys clicked morrily, and the girl, whose cheeks were now burning red, gathered in the reports from the various stations of the coming and going of many trains. Now the operator at Eastcreek touched the key and said, "No. 8, 20 minutes late," and fresh color came to the white faces in the dispatcher's offioe. When the operator at Westcreek quitted the platform and re-entered the of fice, he heard a hurry up call for war which came in a quick, nervous way and told him that he was wanted. He answered at once and got this in return.: "Hold No. 8, lap order." The last two words assured him that compliance with this order was necessary to prevant a collision. "No. 8 is gone," he replied. "Hold her?T. J. G." came back to him in an instant. The man is orazy, thought the operator, but he would try. As he rushed from the office a light engine was just pulling out of the siding to take water. This locomotive belonged to the crew of a work train, but the train had been left in the siding. The operator sprang into the cab and shonted to the engineer to pull out and catoh No. 8. "Lap order," he added, and that was enough. The driver, without waiting for his fireman, who was some yards behind tugging at a stiff switch in an effort to close it, pulled the throttle ODen and bounded away up the steep grade behind the passenger train. Now they conld see the rear end of No. 8 just whipping a corner. The roadmaster saw the approaching engine and as she came nearer guessed that she was running wild, riderless, or that her rider had lost control of her. It might be that the engineer did not see them. Theirs was a heavy train. They were losing time. Ho remembered that they bad been two minutes late at Westcreek. He called the rear flagman, who was "railroading" with a deadhead conductor in the smoking room of the sleeper. The flagman took in the situation at a glance. His business was to flag regardless of circumstances and vague possibilities, and before the roadmaster could stay him the fearless flagman swung himself round and dropped from the train. By the time he had regained his feet and found nis flag the light engirfb, uttering a wild shriek, dashed by him. The engineer, to avoid running by a red flag, turned his face to the flroman's side and refused to see the danger signal. Now be was near enough to whistle the other engines "down," and the engine men palling the passenger train shut off, and when the driver of th6 light engine saw a chimney of white steam shoot up from each of the forward locomotives ho knew they had quit and slowed his own engine accordingly. When they had come up to the train, the operator ran to the rear of No. 8, shouted "Lap order?back up!" and hurried over to the head end. xne roaamaster reacnea ior cne rope and signaled tbo engineers to back np. . The drivers opened their throttles and whistles and began to jam the train back. The driver of the light engine reversed at once upon dropping the operator, picked np the flagman and was now backing away for Westcreek at a frigbtfnl pace. His fireman, still at the switch, let him in on the siding. .No. 8 dropped in after him, and just as the operator and conductor had forced the stubborn rails hack to the main line the president's special crashed over the switch. ' iot a soul on board the special knew hrw near they had been to death. Their oiders read to meet No. 8 at Westcreek, and there she was, in to clear, just as the daring driver of the special engine had expected to find her. The conductor of No. 8, with his two engineers, the'roadmaster and operator, wasted five minutes reading, checking, comparing and examining the orders they had received. They were all signed "T. J. G." by the trainmaster himself. The thing was plain. He had given a lap order, but had discovered his mistake in time by the good fortune that had left the light engine at Westcreek to prevent an awful disaster. He was a good fellow, and they were all glad he had saved himself, although the incident might work to his embarrassment when he came up for promotion. Incidentally they were glad that they were alive. To appreciate the mysterious part of the tale the reader should understand vnlnn nf fimp?nnf nf hnnrs and minutes, but of seconds?in bundling trains on a single track rnilroud. It will be remembered that Goodlough discovered bis mistake at 9:27. No. 8 was due to pass Westcreek at 9:28, and at 9:29 tbe superintendent bad seen tbe trainmaster collapse. It will be remembered also that No. 8 was two minutes late, but tbe man who bad sent tbe lap order did not know it, and bis nerve would not last until be could find it out. Tbe order to bold No. 8?tbe order which prevented tbe collision and doubtless saved many lives?was sent at 9:81. It was signed with tbe initials of tbe trainmaster, but at a time when that gentleman was dead to tbe world and bad been so for two whole minutes. No man was in a better position to know these facts than tbe superintendent, wbo was tbe only man in tbe dispatcher's office at the moment when tbe "mysterious message" flashed over tbe wire and whose business it was to investigate tbe whole matter. As tbe investigation proceeded the superintendent became intensely interested in tbe mystery. For awhile bo kept tbe matter to U.i *?nrtlf V>n4- * Uotin f Ui'nfvu **? * 11 Anf or*/? UJlXJJaoiXy uui iiucoo iuiu^d nm uuu( uuu in less than a month's time the "mysterious message" became the leading topio in shops, cabs, way cars and boarding houses. To say that the clocks were at variance would not satisfy a railroad man, for they had taken time at 9 a. m., only a half hour before the message went out. In time the story of the "mysterious message" came to the ears of the president at Boston, and as his life had been saved by the sending of this wire, which amounted to almost a miracle, he set himself at once to the task of solving the mystery. He belonged to a certain society whose members delight to delve in things occult, and they were not long fii accounting for all that had"occurred It fell out later that the treasurer's clerk was also a member of the Boston sooiety to which the Resident belonged. TO BE CONTINUED. ptettttatufluis parting. CLEANEST RECORD OF THEM ALL. What an Old Collegemate Has to Say of Mr. Flnley. Charleston Post, Monday. The voters of the Fifth congressional district did a very happy thing when they nominated Mr. D. E. Fin ley, of York, for congress. They gratified the aspirations of an ambitious man and enlarged the sphere for nsefulness of a plain, honest man who will strive to do his duty by those whose representatives in congress be will be. Mr. Finley's course thus far is interesting and encouraging to honest, ambitious men. South Carolina college men of the later 80's remember well the lean, lank fellow, of six feet two, who joined their ranks in the middle of a term. His preparation had not been good ; but with steady application to bis books he made good progress and graduated from the law department creditably. He was known chiefly, however, for hard common sense and consistency of purpose. He was older than the majority of his fellow students, and "Old Finley" he consequently soon was called. In the college politics of the day, when Ben Tillman was just coming from the backwoods, Old Finley was a "reformer" of a moderate type, and rather favored breaking away from beaten tracks, for even on the campus there were alignments of a more or less Dolitical nature. After graduation he opened his law office in Yorkville, and it seemed to the younger men of his acquaintance that he bad phenomenal luck in getting clients. His common sense and honest ways did the work. The Reform movement had started and found Mr. Finley at that period in his career when a young lawyer thinks he needs the advertisement of going to the legislature. So Mr. Finley went to the legislature as a representative from York. Then he went as a senator. Of course he went as a Reformer, or else he would not have gone at all. But he was a Reformer only in those matters which generally even strnightouts admitted might be good. The crack of Ben Tillman's whip never worried him, and we soon find the vicious element, as John Gary Evans, Stanyarne Wilson and the like denouncing him as a traitor of the cause of Reform. That did not drive Mr. Finley from the even tenor of his way. We find him nominating Wade Hampton for United States senator against J. L. M. Irby, and he was a member of the Old Guard of 20 who rallied around the veteran till the last. We fiud him fighting the dispensary law. We find him denouncing the metropolitan police law, and we find him standiug by Judges Wallace and Hudson and opposing the pot-hunters for the ermine. We also find him pledging his support to Judge Witherspoon and giving it when he himself could have supplanted his friend by the asking. True as a die ha9 Mr. Finley been to his convictions, doing what he conceived to be right, and even in this last race, when defeat meant political oblivion for him, we find him askiug for the withdrawal of damaging circu lars which his friends, without his knowledge or consent, were using against his rival. His course is full of instruction for the youthful politician of the day, and now when the Reform movement (accent on the "ment") is becoming a thing of the past, when the voters of South Carolina are again choosing men for their merit for positions of bouor, it can be said of Mr. Finley as one of the actors in the serio-comic political drama of the last eight years, that he has the cleanest record of them all. Lancaster Review. According to the official count, Mr. Finley only beat Mr. Barber in this county by five votes?his majority in the district, however, .exceeded 1,200. It was impossible for Mr. Barber to evorcome the big vote giyen Mr. Finley in his own county, York. Each candidate carried three counties, Chester, Kershaw and Chesterfield going for Barber, and York, Lancaster and Cherokee for Finley. The Review put forth its best efforts to elect Mr. Barber, and, though unsuccessful, we have no reason whatever to regret our action. We have the consolation of knowing that we did what we conceived to be our duty. Like Mr. Barber himself, however, as will be seen by his card elsewhere, we accept the result with good grace, and recognizing Mr. Finley as the nominee of the Democratic party, we shall not only loyally support him in the general oloMinn huf. mhon h<> enters iinon the V1WVMVM) " "V" ?* discharge of his duties as congressman it shall be our aim to uphold his hands by all fair and honorable means. Greenville News. Everybody has something nice to say of D. E. Finley who beat Dr. Strait and Mr. Barber for congress. As an old time insurgent with a living memory and some very firmly fixed affections, principles and beliefs, The Greenville News rejoiced over Mr. Finley's victory as heartily, perhaps, as anybody in the state. Mr. Finley is the man who voted for J. J. Hemphill for United States senator until the end of 1890, and then rose and had i bis vote changed, not to J. L. M. Irby, ; the victor, but to Wade Hampton, the 1 beaten. The thing of going with the minority for the sake of being i right was not very fashionable tbeD, I and is not very fashionable now; but < we nevertheless admire and remember < a man who does it. * I MUSTERING OUT THE VOLUNTEERS. 1 i Formalities Incident to Discharge From j Service. The work of mustering out the volunteer regiments which now engages the attention of the adjutant general, the paymaster and the quartermaster, as well as many other officers of the war department, is a job of enormous proportions, involving arithmetical problems of considerable intricacy. While the officers and the enlisted men are enjoying 30 days' vacation on full pay, the regular army officers are going over the books of every company, inspecting the monthly muster rolls and reviewing the regimental quartermasters' accounts. With an army of 100,000 men, half the volunteer service to be mustered out at one time, the war department finds itself in an anomalous situation. Never before in history has the problem presented itself quite in the present form. The regiments of '98 were all new to the service; at the most they had served but four months, when the time to disband bad come, and the books of many regiments where the volunteer officers were just beginning thoroughly to understand the system, must be gotten into shape to the satisfaction of the mustering-out officer. It was the original intention of the war department to keep the men in their camps until this work had been completed, but the clamor of those who wanted to be sent home was so great that the government consented to a system of giving all officers and men of the regiments to be mustered our, a leave of absence with an agreement to call them together at the expiration of that period for final inspection and muster out. STILL IN SERVICE. Tn Uilo muv tVio rcxrimont.Q nr#? Bf.ill r ?u ""J . I kept in the service and directly under t the military authority, while at the t same time, they may enjoy all the a privileges of civilians. f Regiments which have been outside c the United States are given 60 day \ furloughs (in the case of officers the c expression is "leave of absence,") and i other regiments get 30 days. Full pay a is allowed for either period. General c Corbin explained emphatically that all t the men so furlougbed are as fully un- s der the military authority as ever, and that if they do not report on the thirtieth or sixtieth day, as the case may be, except for duly proven sickness, they will be considered deserters. ^ Moreover, while the officers are practi- " cally on leave of absence, they have been technically put on "waiting or- d ders," which makes it incumbent upon them to report for service at any time v during the period of furlough, if their 1 I presence should be deemed necessary. The musterout is all done by regu- t Iar army officers, except in the case of p army surgeons who may be of the volunteer service in case regular army $ Surgeons cannot be secured; but in v such case it is ordered that the surgeon v shall not be a member of the organiza- 0 tion to which he is detailed. The musterout is similar to the monthly Q muster at the time of payday ; but iu- j, eludes also the granting of a certificate t of discharge. It is this one document j which necessitates all the extra care. s As at regular monthly muster, there is g a general accounting of property, and v secondly an inspection of the men. SOUP LADLES AND SPOONS. C Officers who at any time were responsible for public property, of any g description, are obliged to give an ac- p count for every spoon and every soup b ladle in their care. A table of articles t charged in case of 'oss or damage has v been prepared by the paymaster, and b includes, among other items, one of 21 cents for a soup ladle, and another of 1 cent for a mustard spoou. As a rule n fVio nnlu nflfinprs nonountahle for nroD- T erty are the company and the regi- k mental commandeis; that is, the cap- j tains and the colonels. There are r cases, however, in which others are in " charge of property. Thus in the a Sixty-fifth New York one of the cap- g tains and the first lieutenant both g resigned just before the order for the g muster out of the regiment had come, thus leaving the second lieutenant in command of the company.. * This government pursues the follow- s ing system in regard to military prep- q erty. Commissioned officers get only t, their regular pay, and in case they are jj mounted, an additional allowance for j the care of their horset'. Food, cloth- v ing, etc., they must pay for out of their j own pocket, though they may, if they j choose, obtain it at the prices quoted t to the government. Enlisted men get their supplies in three ways. In the first place, there are the accoutrements guns, belts, etc., and so on. 8 THE ACCOUTREMENTS. These remain throughout the property of the government, but the s?nti- jC ment of the volunteer soldiers, who wish to retain these mementoes of the jj war of '98, is very strong, and so the _ government allows each man to keep ^ any portion of his outfit, the cost there- v of to be deducted from his final payment. A second class of supplies is the food and kitchen uten sils, the commissaries socalled. Wii-h these the individual soldier has no concern. They t are the property of the company, and at the expiration of the service must be returned to the government. Some doubt appears to have arisen in the minds of many volunteers as to the clothing question. Wearing apparel of all kinds constitutes a third class sf supplies. It is neither the property jf the company, nor does it revert to the government. Each soldier gets bis uniform, etc., from the government, it a certain allowance. He may and irequently does order more, and in that ;ase all of the extras are charged against him in his monthly pay. While nany privates of the regular army nanage to consume less than their slotted amount of wearing apparel, and Vmio /?at o Knlanno in ori/iitian a Vioi ,i4UO gvi a uuiauvc ju auuiuvu iv iucu jay, the volunteers have been marveljusly extravagant. They could not ive as economically as professional soldiers, and as a result most of them lave overdrawn their clothing allowmce and will have the sum deducted rom their final payments. A table showing the amounts allow>d for clothing has been prepared for sach six months of the first year and or each year of service thereafter. ?or any period less than six months he allowance is computed per diem, ,he period of furlough being counted nto the total. Allowances for artilery range about 3 per cent, above hose for infantry and for cavalry 10 jer cent. Before the men are discharged, howsver, they will be examined by the nilitary surgeons, as regards their jresent health, and as to any change n their physical condition which service in the army may have wrought. )wing to the pension question, this, of sourse, is work of extreme importance, ind therefore it has been ordered that n any disputed case a special board >f medical officers shall be convened o render a report. Finally, when all of this work has >een completed, the paymaster general vill send one of his ever welcome igents to the regimental rendezvous. ?or the last time as soldiers in the Jnited States the boys will range hemselves in militarv order. The >rganization will be paraded and the nustering out officer will cause the lames of the officers and enlisted men o be called out, requiring each to mswer to bis name and step briskly ive paces to the front. As soon as a :ompany has been mustered the men vill march to the pay table and the :ompany commander will band to each nan an envelope containing bis pay ind a little piece of paper, the certifitate of honorable discharge, after a trief but arduous period of military ervice. THE CHRISTIAN RELIGION. The blind giant, Voltaire, sowed the Iragon's teeth from which sprang the ields of the Frenoh revolution. They abolished the Sabbath. They leclared the Bible a fable. They banjhed God from the universe. They worshipped a nude female figure as he Goddess of Reason. Three hundred hired butchers raised heir axes, and Paris fell?the bloodiest liciure in the book of Time! And when the crimson crown was truck from the head of anarchy, the 'bite band of the Christian religion wreathed with peace the bleeding brow f France! Ingersolism, in its last analysis, aeans no God, no Bible, no church, no mv. On the snowy banner of Chrisiauity is written "The Brotherhood of .fan " _Tni?or?nli?m 19 . t.llft hlnckpst ? ky without a star of hope. In the oul Christianity arches the rainbow, nth a promise of paradise. All human systems fail. But the Christian religion was not born to die! It was not cradled in the greed for ;old. No brazen trump, nor nodding ilume heralded its rise. Borne laid ier mailed hand upon it, but as, for a bousand years, the mistress of the t'orld, went down in blood, it rose in eauty! It was not born to die ! It cowered in caves. It smiled beeath the torch, the axe, the spear, t brought the proud barbarian to his nee. It strangled the viper, envy, t slew the hydra, hate. It stayed the ed hand of revenge. It whispered Peace !" and, lo ! grim war did lay side his sable plume. It brightened rief. It sanctified despair, and did ild with glory the very gloom of the rave! It was not born to die I It kissed away the tears of fair-faced taly. It wreathed with love the warthy brow of SpaiD. It lifted lermany from gloom to gleam. It amed the Russian bear, and laid the ilied emblem on the sunny head of 'ranee ! It gave new life to England's withered rose. It glorified old Scotand's honored thistle. It waked dear Erin's harp to holier tone, and wound he shamrock round the cross of God ! It was not born to die! It crossed the deep, and today doth bine the brightest crown in Columbia's verlasting crown ! It scatters pearls, even now in far old Cathay, and lights with joy the slands which gem the western seas! It will march on, in sweetness and i majesty, conquering and to conuer, until all monarcbs shall be its ubjects, all victors its vanquished. It /ill win a world to love, and live "When the stars grow old, When the sun grows cold, When the leaves of the Judgment-book unfold." ? Smith Clayton. Reply to Ingersoll, 1896.