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ISSUED SEMI'WEEKIsY. l. m. OKIST 4 SONS, PnMithers. } % Kamitj Jtemspaper: 4or ft? promotion of the political, Social, Agricultural and iommqcial Interests of the people. { tebm8!xcle c6VI,EFivE\iMT8A'iCE' ESTABLISHED 1855. YORKVILLE, S. C-, SATURDAY, AUGUST 19, 1899. NUMBER 66. THE MYSTE COUNT I By FRED \ Copyright, 1899, by the American Press Assocli Synopsis of Previous Installments. i 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 synopsis of that portion of it which has already been published: Count Boris Landrinof, a young Russian student at Oxford, receives a telegram from his mother that his father, Count Vladimer Landrinof, is missing and asking him to return to Russia at once. Before starting for home Boris meets his friend Percy Morris, who tells him that he saw his father that very day in London. Boris, on arriving in Russia, finds that his father had gone to the railway station, but bad not taken a train. Here the trail was lost. Boris learus from a peasant that he had driven three men to a post station. Percy arrives in Russia, and he and Boris interview the master of the post station and are told that the postmater drove the party referred to to St. Petersburg. Percy and Boris direct him to drive them to where he left the party, and he drives them to the Landrinof residence. Borofsky, a detective, is employed, and it is decided that Percy shall return to London and eudeavor to obtain a photograph ot the man resembling the missing count. CHAPTER VIII identified by photograph. t* ?* .1 fatrr knni-o oftor f vi r> lb woo i>ub a ion uuu&o aive* tau *v~ ceipt of Percy's first telegram that a second message arrived. Percy now wired that he had succeeded in discovering "Robinson's address," which we were not slow to understand was intended to intimate that he bad tracked father or his double?whichever it was ?to some house in which he lived. Percy's telegram finished up with the words "starting back tonight." So that in three days we should know all that be had to tell us. These three days were passed?by me at least?in a condition of suspense and anxiety difficult to be borne. 1 could settle down to nothing; neither 3id our little detective display any marked degree of dignified calm. He was greatly excited, and we spent the time together in playing billiards at home and discussing at great length and with much vain repetition the chances for and against the success of " Percy's efforts. Borofsky was. though much excited, quite sanguine and almost confident that for some inexplicable reason my poor father bad fled to pmdon without warning mother of his departure and that Percy had accidentally found him there. He would not discuss the question as to why father should have done this. There would > be plenty of time for explanations, be said, afterward. The main point now was to make sure that the count was safe and well and to know where to find him at any moment. It might not even be necessary to bring him back at once should he have good reason to de sire to remain away. There might De | financial troubles or a quarrel with the authorities. "Both utterly impossible. Borofsky I" I said. "My father is a rich man, and the authorities from the lowest chinovnik to the czar respect and esteem him." "My dear young sir." said Borofsky. "neither you nor I can see in the dark Bather than grope about and knock his shins against the furniture the wise man will wait for light, and so will we!" We bad not mentioned to mother the object cf Percy's trip to London. She had naturally concluded that he had "business of his own to attend to. and was pleased and grateful when he promised her. at parting, that he would not be absent long and would return to help me in my discouraging task of finding father 60 soon as ever he could get away We met Percy on the afternoon of the third day. and as Borofsky and I tramped the platform of the Warsaw station, awaiting the arrival of his train. I. for one. was in such a state of excitement and expectation that I had not a word to say to my companion by reason of the quaking of my jaws and the rapid beating of my heart, and I fancy Borofsky. though he had so much less at stake on the result of Percy's trip, was not much less agitated than I to hear what he should have to tell ua Slowly and laboriously the train drag v ged itself into the station, as Russian trains do. There is none of that fine rushing in at full speed and pulling up short at the very platform in the admirable manner of otir English engine drivers. The poor old Rnssian engine, a lumbering, wood burning thing, has had an immense distance to go, you see, and is no doubt so tired that it can scarcely drag itself and its heavy load of carriages into the haven where it would be. However, Percy's train crawled slowly and mournfully in at last, and out jumped Percy. I could see at once by his radiant face and the pleased smile with which he greeted us that the dear old fellow had ibeen successful, or believed himself to have succeeded, in his enterprise. I sprang to him and seized his hand. "Well, old man," I murmured, scarcely able for excitement to articulate the words, "what luck?" ;ry of landrinof., VHISHAW. itlon. "The very best, as T sincerely believe!" 6aid Percy, pressing my band very hard. "I found the man, as I telegraphed, and I know where he lives and"? "Oh, is it father?" I blurted, a sort of black mist seeming to form before my eyes for very intensity of excitement "Dear old Boris, I firmly believe it is," said Percy. "I cannot say for certain, but there could hardly be another so like him that I could be mistaken about He has no twin brother, has he 1" "Oh, no I" I murmured. "I think it must be he. But why. why"? I did not finish my sentence. I believe I buret into tears and was hurried into the carriage by Percy and Borofsky There were not very many people about, the train having been nearly empty. I hope there were few witnesses to my weakness. 8 Borofsky took up the conversation in the carriage. "So you think it is really [ the count?" he began. "Tell me. did . you get a snap shot?" . "I got three," said Percy with pride, "and was not caught 'at it Twice, I , f I f "This is a hand camera " I said, "and t I've just taken a snap shot." f know, he did not even see or notice me. j The third time he looked straight at me a and enspected me. I suppose, for he asked what 1 was doing. " 'This is a hand camera,' 1 said, j and I've just taken a snap shot of j. Marylebone church, with your kind (permission.' He only grunted and paseed on." Percy paused and laughed. B "How did he talk English?'.' I asked, j "Rather brokenly?but that was all j lie said, so that I cannot judge very f well." t "My father speaks perfectly, as you j know. " I eaid. j. "It is nothing I" exclaimed Borofsky. j. "He would assume a foreign accent, j supposing that he does not wish to be ^ recognized as the count Are the por- j traits successful?" j "The photos are not developed yet,' t replied Percy. "^ye'Ildo them together after dinner, or before, if there's time." t The developing of those three plates was an exciting operation. The printing ^ from the negatives next morning was j. even more so. The prints represented a j man whose dress and general appear- a ance were plebeian and altogether unlike t my dear patrician locking old father, j bnt the face?so far as I could judge of ^ it from a portrait, and that a very small e and not overclearly printed one?was my father's face. There was little or B no doubt of it. r "Well?" said Borofsky, when I had r made a prolonged and silent inspection t of each of the three photos. "In a word, is it the couDt or is it not?" a "Heaven only knows^" I murmured. r "The clothes and the^hat are things t that father would never think of wearing." e "Do remember," said Borofsky, ^ somewhat impatiently, "that if this is r your father, he is?for reasons of his j own which have nothing to do with us 8 at this point of the investigation?dis- ] guised. The main question js not as to i the clothes, but the man inside them. ( Is it your father or is it not? Go by the j face. Is this the face of the count or r another's?" . t "If I must judge by the face alone," c I said. "1 should say this is a portrait of my father. " j "Good!" exclaimed Borofsky. "And e very good! I now propose that we show g the portrait to the countess and obtain i her confirmation of your opinion. When i we have that. I shall know what next \ to do. Mr. Morris, you have done won- 1 ders and are to be congratulated, t Speaking personally, you have no doubt 1: that this man whose portrait you have e taken so cleverly is the very Count t Landrinof himself?" c "Personally I never felt any doubt atout it until Count Boris pointed out i that his father would never dress him- v self in this way. which is perfectly ( true." e "Ah. the clothes again I" said Borof- c sky. "You will not see that the count might desire to disguise himself." t "It is so unlike him to do sol" said s Percy and I almost in one breath. f "Very likely. But is he any more acustomed to disappear suddenly withint warning?" continued Borofsky perinently. "A man who has done the one bing may do the other, both actions >eing, as yon say. nnlike him ordilarily." There was no answer to this argn ent so far as my poor dazed brain ould discern. CHAPTER IX. THE COUNT'S CRIMINAL BROTHER. There was a great surprise for me at east, in my mother's reception of the lews, which it fell to Percy and myself n convey to her. that Percy, while in jondon, had seen one whom he believed o be my father, and had evetn photographed him and fonnd ont the house n which he was living. She fell on her cnees and thanked God aloud for his Dercies. "I knew, I knew that my beloved vae alive and that God would return tim to us in his good time!" she sobied. "You have seen him alive, dear 5ercy. and that is enough?the rest will ill be clear cne day, when my dear hus>and is restored to himself again?and o me. He has been poorly of late. Boris, )ut I never suspected that the malady vas of this type, until?until that terible day of his disappearance I have oared that in some horrid spasm of emporary irresponsibility he might lave?but God is merciful?he has been een alive, all will be well." My poor dear mother laughed and :ried, and cried and laugb'ed again. She ooked at the little photos and kissed hem and said, "Oh, yes. there can be ittle doubt?but oh I poor dear, what a errible suit of clothes and hat! Do you mow what I think. Boris? the new tarffs have made a great difference of late n the profits of his iron works. He has )een haunted by the idea that one day ve shall be ruined, and this specter has Iriven him, for a little while, out of his enses, so that he has run away, poor (ear soul, and dressed himself meanly n order to disguise himself from some maginary creditors 1 Did be recognize ind speak to you, Percy?" "No, he did not, countees,said 3ercy dejectedly. TVioro it ia nil nf B. niece[" cried he mother. "He desires to remain disguised and unrecognized. I see it all. ih, how plainly I" Dear, sangnine mother, raised from nisery to great happiness npon so rickty a basis I How conld she gness that he was settling down, in fancied securty and comfort, in the Spanish castle if the sangnine and crednlons, commons' called the paradise of fools? Did I, too, take np my abode in this ools'paradise? I fear I mnst confess bat I did. My mother's confidence inected me. and I felt as sure of father's dentity with the man of the portrait .s she did. Borofsky was radiant "It only remains, then, to travel to jondon and bring him back, whether le will or no." he said. But mother demurred. "I do not think that," she said. "I hould not like him interfered with. 3e will soon outlive this temporary stack of delusion and return of his own ree will I am sure of it The count is iot mad His intellect is aseound and lealtby as any But he is ilL To startle lixn in his present condition would do lim no good. He would tbink himself inreued. and this would give color to he delusion from which he is sufferng. Let him be watched if you like, >ut by no means allow him to be starled or bis liberty interfered with." Accordingly it was settled that Boofskv?who was unknown to my father ?should be the one to undertake the luty of watching him. He must settle limself close?opposite if possible?to atber's lodgings, which were in a small itreet off Fitzroy square, and keep an lye upon the count's movements, using -*? ma tr> mnlHne' his ac 110 UiDClCUJWAJ HO ?v ? o [uaintance or not. according to circumtances. "I shall do so if I can," said Borofky, "for, if not, I don't see how the atter is to proceed any further. Yon nay expect to see ns retarn peacefully ogether after a short while." "God grant it I" said mother. "Bnt ibove all things remember not to alarm ny poor husband, for that would be he worst policy of all." "I shall be most careful, madame," aid our little Sherlock Holmes,, and vith this assurance he departed, well irovided with introductions to friends n London in case he should need assistince of any kind in his dealings with Englishmen, whose language he knew ittle of. He was well eupplied with :nsh. too, and carried instructions to :eep us well informed as to his movenents, and especially as to my poor faher's mental condition and all that :oncerned him. For a few days after Borofsky's de>arture my mother was sanguine and xrited. exnecting I know not what ;ood news from London, for natnrally 10 news whatever coald be reasonably iwaited for some little while. Borofsky vould and conld do nothing immediatey after his arrival there. His task, in he nature of it and in accordance with lis instructions, n^essituted the greatist caution and deliberation?nothing vas to be done in a hurry for fear of :ausing suspicion and inspiring alarm. A week passed, and there was no lews from our little detective; a second vent by and still he had not written, 'xcepting a short note to report his irrival in London, written two or three lays after reaching English shores. Then mother began to grow despondmt. There must be a hitch somewhere, he said. Poor dear father had flitted rom the lodgings_to which Percy_had traced "him. and Borotsky naa lost tne scent. "Never fear, mother, dearest," I assnred her. "Borofsky is on his mettle. His repntation is at stake; he wiil take good care to strike the scene somewhere and somehow!" "I don't know. I have a feeling of depression," said mother. "I do not feel so sangnine as I did that the man Percy fonnd is really and trnly my own - ? ?- xi mi i a._ Vladimir, your dear ramer. idh pnoiograpb is very like him, I admit, though when one examines it through a magnifying glass, it appears less so than with the $ye alone. It would be so dreadful now that our hopes have been raised, if he should proye to be some one else?some one with a strange, though a very strong and undoubted resemblance to father." "But, dearest," I said, "if this photo so resembles father that both you and I, the two people on earth who know and love him best, instantly agreed that this must be he and no other, how unlikely it is that any one else can possibly be so like him as to take us both in. It must be father. J. did not believe it / flew to her side. myself until 1 saw the photo, Decause I could not understand why?I mean I could not reconcile father's secret disappearance with his character as 1 know and love it, but new I am convinced in spite of myeelf." "The face looks coarser and more weather beaten and haggard through the magnifying glass," said mother "See for yourself I" I looked and at once I understood what mother meant There were lines of care or hard living, or what not. The temples looked balder than father's and the stubby beard he wore appeared strangely vulgar after father's carefully shaven chin. I said guardedly that this was so. "But." added, "in spite of all that mother, darling, I think it must be father. Who else can it be? It is not as though he had a twin brother, or any brother, so like as to be mistaken for him. " To my horror mother's face suddenly grew white, and she sat down quickly in the nearest armchair. She placed her band to her heart. I dew to her side. "What is it. mother, what is it?" I cried. "Oh. Boris, I forgot," she murmured. "I had never thought of it tiH this moment?I forgot?he bade me forget it, and I did, for it was so great a shame and sorrow to bim that he dared not hear it mentioned. Yes. foolish woman that I have been and am. it must be he, and I have believed him thousands of miles away, and so did my Vladimir"? "Who. mother, who?" I said in des peration. "ur wnom are you speaaingi What shame and sorrow can there be in connection with my dear father? Tell me all. mother. I am your own son. Do not be afraid to confide in me." "I am not afraid 1" said poor mother. "Your father would have told you himself in good time, maybe, but it is different now. and I will tell you. My dear husband, good and true man as he is, and the soul of all honor, has or had a brother, of whom you have never heard, who is his very opposite, as wrong is of right. This man fell into criminal ways while still almost a youth, and?I will tell you the details another time?was sent to Siberia, a life sentence. He may have escaped. We know nothing of him; as I say, both your father and I have striven to forget his very existence." "I see," I said, "I see. But did he so resemble father that one might be mistaken for the other?" "I never saw him," said mother, "but they are said to have been very much alike as boys." TO HE CONTINUED. Stand Up to Fit a Shoe.?"People would have less difficulty with readymade shoes," said the experienced salesman, "if they would stand up to fit them on, instead of sitting down. Nine persons out of ten, particularly women, want a comfortable chair while thev are fittincr a shoe, and it is with ? p / the greatest difficulty you can get them to stand for a few minutes even after the shoe is fitted. Then when they begin to walk about, they wonder why the shoes are not so comfortable as they were at first trial. A woman's foot is considerably smaller when she sits in a chair than when she walks about. Exercise brings a larger quautity of blood into the feet, and they swell appreciably. The muscles also require certain space. In buying shoes this fact should be borne in mind. JSTIt is said that many tears are shed at the icehouse at Mt. Vernon by enthusiastic ladies who mistake it for the tomb of Washington. jjUisccllancous |Uatliug. THE CARTER SCANDAL. It Is as Serious a Reproach as Is the Dreyfus Affair. The New York Tribune, the ablest aDd most influential Republican journal in the country, for months past has been appealing to the president to relieve his administration of the scandal of delay in this case. The Tribune seems to have lost patience, and fta a leading editorial a few days ago it said : "Captain Oberlin M. Carter was on May 12, 1898, convicted by a court* ? I /"i 1 "CI martial, presiueu over uy vjrcuciat w well S. utis, of frauds in connection with the improvement of Savannah harbor, and sentenced to be dismissed from the army, to be imprisoned for five years and to. pay a fine of $5,000, and the publication of bis crime and sentence in the newspaper of his home town for one year was ordered. Ever since May 12, 1898, that sentence has been suspended, while one sort of review or another was being taken by some person or other. Meanwhile Captain Carter wears his uniform, and the contractors who defrauded the government enjoy immunity, and, it is charged, are hoping that the case of Captain Carter will be so prolonged that nobody will begin proceedings against them before the statute of limitations leaves them safe in the possession of their illgotten gains. The record of the trial was placed in the hands of the judge advocate general on May 19, 1898, and forwarded to Secretary Alger on June 26, 1898. Then the usual course was taken of sending the case for review to an outside lawyer, because the testimony was too voluminous for the president's personal attention. Ex-Senator Edmunds was chosen for this task, and he finished it in July, 1898. After that the attorney general took up the papers, and he is now waiting till Wayne MacVeagh, Captain Carter's counsel, who is in Europe, can come home and make another plea for his client. The latest estimate is that a decision may be reached in perhaps two months, or about a year and a half after the finding of tbe court martial. "If Captain Carter has been wronged, it ought to be possible for him to show it without tbe delay of a year and a half. If he is guilty, he should be punished before tbe memory of his crime fades away and the example of his sentence is lost. And above all, tbe government should be saved from even the shadow of reproach that its justice can be influenced or its decisions postponed in a matter involving the honor of the army by any political or business power." MOUNTAIN RATS IN COLORADO.. H. P. Ufford, writing in The Century of "Out of Doors in Colorado," describes the mountain rats as tbe only plague worse than the Canadian jay, popularly known as the "camp robber." Of the rat he says : This fierce rodent is nearly twice the size of tbe Norway species, and is always ready for a fight. Besides his bellicose propensities, he is an arrant thief. The miners have a saying that he will steal anything but a redhot stove. He does not steal to satisfy hunger alone; he appears to be a kleptomaniac. Provoked by the depredations of one old graybeard who haunted our cabin, I one day assisted iu harrying his castle, where I found the following articles : Four caudles, oue partly burned, three intact; two spoons, one knife, two torks, zt nans, ail sizes; one box pills, one coffee pot lid and one tin cup, two pairs of socks, three handkerchiefs, one bottle of ink, three empty phials, one stick of giaut powder with 10 feet of fuse-, beans, rice aud dried apples galore. His spirit of mischief is as strong as bis passion for stealing, and the houest miner solemnly aveis that if you leave open a bag of beans and one of rice, he will not rest till he has made a clean transfer of all the beans to the rice bag aud vice versa. I know that more than once he has, during the night, filled one of my boots with the cones of the spruce tree. I heard, also, of a veracious prospector who, returning from a trip without coffee pot, frying pan and bakeoven, accounted for their absence hy declaring that the mountain rats had carried them off, and emphasized his assertion by shooting through the leg a skeptic who was so injudicious as to doubt the fact. DEWEY PARDONED HIM. One of the brave jackies who "was with Dpwfiv" at the battle of Manila bay, tells a Dew anecdote of the great admiral. The teller is a sailor of the cruiser Boston, aDd bis story is this : "The most affecting incident which occurred, and which all the sailois will remember through their lives, was the action of a powder boy. These boys act as aids to captains and lieutenants in carrying messages and doing errands. When the order was given to strip for action, one of the boys tore his coat off hurriedly, and it fell from bis hands and went over the rail, down into the bay. A few moments before he had been gazing on his mother's photograph, and just before he took his coat off he had kissed the picture and put it iu bis inside pocket. When the coat fell overboard he turned to the captain and asked permission to jump overboard and get it. Naturally the request was refused. The boy then went to the other side of the ship and climbed down the ladder. He swam around to the place, where the coat had dropped, and succeeded in getting it. I believe it was still floating when be got there. "When he came back be was ordered iD chains for disobedience. After the battle he was tried by a courtmartial for disobedience and found guilty. Commodore Dewey became interested in the case, for he could not understand why the boy had risked his life and disobeyed orders for a coat. The lad bad never told what his motives were. But when the commodore talked to him in a kindly way, and asked him why be bad done such strange lAftf Ko Krnlro intA ILIlLIgS 1u1 a u Viva wvai, uv v.vav imvv tears and told the commodore that bis mother's picture was in the coat. "Commodore Dewey's eyes filled with tears as be listened to tbe story. Then be picked tbe boy up iu bis arms and embraced bim. He ordered tbe little fellow to be instantly released and pardoned. 'Boys who love tbeir mothers enough to risk tbeir lives for tbeir pictures, cannot be kept in irons on this fleet,' he said." * * MAN-EATING LIONS. Farther Facts About Their Ravages Among Railroad Builders In East Africa. Some further facts have been received about tbe man-eating lions which made such a panic among 4,000 Indian coolies working on the Uganda railroad a few months ago. It appears that tbe first time tbe laborers knew anything about lions that make a business of killing men to eat, was one day when one of tbe brutes, in broad daylight, as tbe laborers were strung along the line with shovels in band, suddenly sprang in among tbem, crushing one poor fellow's skull with a terrible blow of bis paw and maimed another so badly that he could not get away. Of course, all the horrified workmen took to tbeir heels and raised tbe alarm at the camp a mile away. Tbe district engineer and bis assistant at once went to tbe spot; but \be lion had disappeared, leaving all of tbe two bodies he could not eat at one meal. After that an armed guard was kept along tbe line of work ; but it made little difference to tbe animals that were determined to have men to eat. They would spring like a flash out of tbe jungle, seize a man and bear bim off beyond pursuit. Two days after tbe first man was killed another man was taken, and tbe next day another disappeared, and within a fortnight 11 men bad been seized, all from one camp. Tbe third week brought tbe list of victims up to 15. Tbe sixteenth victim was one of tbe coolie overseers, a huge man, standing over six feet and weighing more than 200 pounds. He was tbe first man to reach the work line in the morning, and just as he was giving some instructions a lion sprang upon him and dealt him a terrible blow on tbe head, crushing the skull. Then be coolly began to eat his prey, while tbe shivering Indians stood about 300 feet away feeling tbat they were safe now that the lion bad got bis man. Somebow it didn't occur to them to shoot til', tbe brute bad half finished bis meal, and then they blazed away in a <m11ou onH pndpfl the animal's , career then and there. It was not till 28 coolies had .been killed that the large force of workmen went on strike. They declined to do another bit of work till all the maneaters bad been cleared out of the surrounding country. Work was suspended till a party of hunters had laid low the last of these formidable foes of man, and since then no further casualties of the sort have been reported. An Antidote For Carbolic Acid. Although poisouing by carbolic acid is one of the most puinful methods of of self-destruction, statistics show it is more used iu our day than any other. The reason for this use of a poison which causes so much suffering are that it is cheap, comparatively easy to obtain, aud its effects arfe almost immediate, says an exchange. Legally, its sale is restrained within certain limits; but anyoue who wants to buy poison can always obtain it. Futbermore, the popularity of carbolic acid is largely due to the propensity of morbid persons to imitate each other. Thus, if a woman reads in a newspaper that one or two persons have killed themselves by carbolic acid, she is apt, if bent on suicide, to select that poison. A simple antidote for carbolic acid poisouing, iuterual or external, is al cobol. Although it nas oeeu usea oy a physician of New York in his practice for several years, the discovery of its property of checking the action of carbolic acid does not seem to have attracted the attention of the majority of the physicians. To Seneca D. Powell, of New York, belongs the credit of being the first physician to use alcohol as an antidote in carbolic acid poisoning. At a recent meeting of the medical society of the county of New York, he demonstrated that a 95 per cent, solution of carbolic acid could be rubbed freely on the hands and allowed to remain a few seconds without unpJeasant erfects if the hands were then rinsed with alcohol. He said, according to The Medical Record, that he knew of three cases of carbolic acid poisoning in which alcohol had been used successfully internally.?Farmers' Advocate. In New York city, and within a radius of twenty-five miles of it, more people are living today than the whole thirteen colonies contained at the time of the Revolution.