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~ _ _ l m. grist 4 sons, Publishers. } % Ifamitij gerospaper: 4or promotion of the political, Social, Agricultural and ?ommeprial Interests of the people. {raSco\-jfliv^cramIiCE' ESTABLISHED 1855. YORKYILLE, S. O., SATURDAY, MARCH 3 0, 1900. JSTO. 20. mm BY JEANNETTE Copyright, 1S99, by Jeannctte H. Walwor Synopsis of Previous installments. In order that new readers of The Enquirer niay 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: Tom Broxton comes to Broxton Hall from college, having been summoned to his father, who is dying. Mr. Matthews, Tom's guardian, passing "Mother" Spillman's cottage, drops a bag of papers. The next morning Matthews comes to look for one of the papers which have been lost. He does not find it, but Jimmy Martin, a - ? gardener, soon after brings it to "Mother" Spillman, She pledges Martin to secrecy and hides the paper in the back of an old chair. Tom Broxton visits the room in which his father lies, finds some flowers on an easel and among them an unfinished letter from his father to himself. Through ground glass doors he sees a figure tampering with the papers contained in his father's desk. Before he can enter the room the figure disappears. Approaching his father's body lying in bis coffin, Tom looks for a seal ring worn on the linger, but it is not there. Olivia Matthews arranges with her father for a garden party at Broxton Hall on her eighteenth birthday. Her father, riding past the Hall, stops there and sees the mysterious figure standing over Colonel Broxton's desk. After the lawn party Tom Broxton and his guardian sit at the Hall talking about it, and Mr. Matthews proposes that Tom, after being graduated at college, shall go abroad to study and declares that the Hall must be sold, to both of which propositions Tom demurs. CHAPTER VII. A WARNING UNHEEDED. Tlio Hnnr <?f the SnilllllUU COttRge stood wide open. "Mother" Spill man sat just inside of it. Her tall figure," crowned with a mass of snowy white hair and the bright figured chintz of her big armchair, made a conspicuous spot of color visible from the public road. She had made Malviua locate her so that she could sutell the mignonette and keep an eye on the front gate. She had never yet brought herself to the point of admitting that her small establishment could be successfully managed without her personal supervision. Miss Malviua had stepped up to the Matthews' to see how Olivia was getting on after the unusual excitement and fatigue of the day before. She rather enjoyed "mothering" the pretty thing. She was not to be gone long, and before starting she extracted a promise from her mother that she would not leave the house. She quoted from the manual upou which her own infant mind had been trained. "I know 1 can trust you. mother, for you never deceived uie in all your life." Then she had kissed the withered * forehead and gone briskly down the front walk, quite unconscious of the remarkable tumult she had stirred beneath the fresh white kerchief she had folded over her mother's bosom when assisting her to dress that moruing. When she was sure she was quite alone, the old woman developed unsuspected capacity. She got up and made the tour of her small home experimentally. first with her cane and then without it Presently she flung herself b3ck into her chair with a petulant sigh. "She doesn't know me. My daughter does not know me. Ishnni used to say when I got my head turned in one direction there was no power on earth that could make uie look in auother. But I know I've got it turned at the right angle. I'm not called on to tell Malviua everything. I know what Mal inn ti.inL.c i L-m-m- wlint thov nil think uua uiiuao, * uuv/ .. UMV .~v%. ?the old womau lias gone daft. As like as not, if I was to tell Malvina. she would go to Matthews the first oue with apologies for 'poor mother.' It won't do. It shan't be done. 1 wanted them for Tom. I wanted them for Henrietta and Rufus Broxton's boy, and if l?e can't have them nobody shall. Where did I put them? What did 1 do with them? Oh. my poor head! Are you really going*to fail me when I have so much to do?" Tears How sluggishly from the eyes " cf old age. The fouutain of that relief supply dries up quickly under the scorching fires of life's passionate years. "Mother" Spillman pressed one corner of her white kerchief to her dim eyes. Iler withered bosom rose and fell convulsively. She was sobbing, whether because she was deceiving Malvina systematically and purposely as to the condition of her sprained ankle and other matters or because she was not carrying out a cherished plan very satisfactorily perhaps she scarcely knew herself. Lying back in her big chair, she lifted red lidded eyes to the ceiling and frowned. "If I could just leave Malvina cutire> ly out of the question and think exclusively about him. I could straighten out this snarl much quicker and easier. Some of these days I'll make it all right with her. Now I've got to work for him." The papers which Jimmy Martin had found in the garden and brought to her had disappeared again in the most mysterious manner. Either. 6he rertmni.nfniir hop momnrv was ucv. icu iuvui 111 ? uv. ? ? y getting so treacherous that she could not recollect where she had originally hidden them to keep them from falling )S i WAY. H. WALWORTH. th. Into Miss Malvina's hands or else they had been stolen from her. She had three theories touching their disappearance, either of which was sufficient to fill her soul with bitterness? Mulvina had found them and restored them to Horace Matthews without ever a word to her about the transaction. Jimmy Martin had been bought by the lawyer at an advance price over the one she had paid him to hold his tongue and had burglariously secured the package while she slept, or she had herself carelessly included them among some papers she had recently destroyed. "But I know them by heart. I could swear to every word in them if only some one would believe in me. If I'm failing so fast that I don't know a legal document from a pudding recipe, if I'm grown such a witless body that a clodhopper like Jimmy Martin can overreach me, if I'm of so little Importance in the world that my own daughter will make common cause with a bad man against me, the sooner I go the better." "mother"' Spillman had not yet reached the sluggish point which conies as compensation for failure. She had not been shelved long enough to grow passive under the humiliation. During the Rev. Mr. Isham's incumbency she had been a power in Mandeville, and when time removed him and disabled her she yielded up her scepter reluctantly and ungracefully. She was still much given to asserting her views in defiance of large majorities, and. as for consulting Malvina in a matter of grave importance, she could uot bring herself to do it. In this matter of the lost papers. Malvina could never lie brought to see it in the right light. She would have stoutly stood out for Matthews' rights as Tom's guardian and carried the documents when found to him. With all the strength of affection undiluted by diffusion this stern old woman had loved'the older generation of the Broxtous. Itufus Broxtou, his wife and his beautiful sister. Iaicetta. had all been objects of her unstinted admiratiou and love. As they had stood by her in the time of her sorrow and suffering, so did she solemnly swear to herself that she would stand by the last of tin* name. A furtive hut thorough examiuatiou of the papers .limmle Martin had foiuul had led her to helieve that they were of decided value to Tom. Whether to give them to him on the tirst chance meeting with him or whether to hold 011 to the most important ones until he came of age was the knotty point with her. One of her innumerable theories was that if Horace Matthews had not been willing for them to be lost he would have made a more thorough search for tlieni at the time of their disn ppea ra nee. The discrepancy between this view and the idea of .limrnie Martin having resold himself did not concern her in the least. The average woman does not understand the necessity for dovetailing her theories and rises superior to consistency. The old woman sighed and peered restlessly toward the front gate. She had half a mind when Malvina did eoine back to tell her all about the finding and the losing of the papers, first, of course, swearing her to inviolable secrecy, but she had entertained and discarded that same "half a mind" scores of times already. Malvina would just get angry with her and put on superior airs of rectitude. Malvina got angry with her every time she cast any discredit on Horace Matthews' management of Tom's affairs. lie certainly had bewitched Malvina. as he had others before her. Only that morning at the breakfast table, when Malvina had described the beautiful pearl necklace that Matthews had clasped about bis girl's neck anil she had promptly recognized it as having been Lucetta's, given to her as a birthday gift by her brother Itufus, and had denounced its appropriation by the lawyer. Malvina had "llowu all to pieces" and had just stopped short of downright disrespect to her mother in defense of him. "As if 1 (lid not know him better than anybody living!" the old woman grumbled, striking one wrinkled fist angrily against the other. "As if I did not know his soul to be rotten to the very core!" Tom Broxton. "cantering gayly down the sun flecked road on his way to Mandeville. caught a glimpse of the bright spot of color in the cottage doorway and drew rein with friendly Intent. lie cousulted his watch and laughed. "It is 'Mother' Spillman. I ought to pay my respects to the old lady. I have more time this morning than 1 am likely to have again. I was asked tw a 2 o'clock dinner, and it is only a little past 12 now. I'm showing my hand pretty plainly." He sprang out of the saddle, threw his bridle over n picket of the fence I and made his way quickly between Miss Malvina's hollyhocks and lark spurs. The old woman peered forward eagerly at sound of the gate latch. 'That ain't you back already. Malvina?" Her hands were caught in a warm cordial clasp. "No; it's only Tom Broxton, 'Mother' Spillman. I've stopped by to ask after your eyes. Miss Malvina tells me you have had a dreadful time with them this winter, and, as if that wasn't enough to keep both of you in work, you had to go and sprain an ankle." All of which was shouted so immediately Into the old lady's ears at the top of Tom's vigorous young lungs that she recoiled in physical pain. But she held ills hands with answering warmtu and smiled a glad welcome up at tlie great stalwart fellow. "My dear boy. my good lad. to think of your taking the time to stop and call on an old woman like me! But it was like you ? like the Broxtons. I mean. They never forgot other people's feelings. Sit down. Tom, close to me. laddie, where I can touch your shining brown hair if I want to. But don't yell so. Tom. They try to make out that I can neither hear nor see. but the old woman is not quite useless yet?uo. not yet?not too helpless to be a good friend to the last of the Broxtons. Tom. Eh ?" "Indeed, no. ma'am," said Tom cheerfully. "I don't know of anybody I would turn to quicker if I needed help than to you or Miss Malvina." He was thinking of derelict buttons and failing sock heels. She was thinking of much weightier matters. She gave a chuckle of unmistakable triumph. "Say that again, my boy; say it again. It does one good after being snubbed and laid on the shelf for years. You mean it, don't you. Tom?" "Of course I do. every word of it." said Tom kindly. "But you must not talk of being laid on the shelf yet for a great many years to come. '.Mother' Spillman. You have got plenty work to do In the world yet." "Oh. I'm not getting younger, and I'm not getting brighter. I'm willing to go when my time comes. But. Tom. I've been wanting to talk with you. lad. You're right. I've got work to do. I've been wanting to say some things to you that no one else could say as well nor as safely, things nobody else would dare to say. Sit here on this hassock, close by my feet, boy. and try to use the trumpet when you answer me. Then you won't have to bawl so that they can hear you all over the county." "So far as I can see." said Tom. experimenting gently with the trumpet. UllTf S? 111/ U1IIT LU UVU 4 un iv .? Miss Malvina's canary bird or that old rod rooster youder scratching up the flower beds. Shall I drive him away?" She laid a heavy hand on his shoulder. "No; sit still. Malviua will Incoming back presently, and she'd be in the way." She loaned forward until her tliiu lips almost touched his healthy pink oar. "Thomas, whore is all of your mother's and your Aunt Lucetta's tine jewelry V" "Jewelry? I don't know. 'Mother' Spillmau. I didn't know they had any." "They had thousands of dollars' worth, boy. They had diamonds ami pearls and Ktruseau gold sets and cameos and the dear knows what besides. Many a time when 1. as a minister's wife, ought to have been frowning down such frivolities have 1 Sat gloating over their beautiful gems, real works of art. that were kept in one great lacquerware box when your dear mother and aunt were, alive. They were a fortune in themselves. Oh. they were dressers, those two dear women! Not that they ever overdid it, though. Where is that box now. Thomas V" Tom laughed carelessly. "1 have not the slightest idea. 'Mother' Spillman. I never heard of the existence of all that splendor before. 1 suppose my father would have put Such things in bank somewhere. I am glad to know so many pretty things are in waiting for my future wife." "Your future wife?" "Why. yes. Of course I am going to have oue some of these days. 'Mother' Spillman. You would not have me go without?" "No. Oh. no! But. Tom. about those jewels." She was leaning toward him. twisting her knotty lingers nervously about each other. "1 remember one especially beautiful pearl necklace of your Aunt Lucetta's. Your father brought it to her from Paris. 1 don't suppose there was another one like it in the whole country?1"? large pearls caught into a rosette, with a big opal in the center and strings of pearls on either side." "It mnet linvo been VCfV DrCtty, bllt I never s:i\v it." said Tom absently. The necklace that had encircled Ollie's round white neck tlie night before had made no separate impression upon him. lie had seen nothing but a pair of lovely, laughing eyes, rippling yellow hair and sweet smiles. lie was thiuking of them now. This accurate description of his aunt's wonderful necklace suggested nothing to him. "Mother" Spillman shook her head impatiently. She did not want to shock him if she could avoid it. She just wanted to open his eyes gradually. "And, Thomas, the silver! My. what a lot of it you do own! There are few young fellows who could start housekeeping as grandly as you could. Your dear mother was proud of her family plate?silver tureens and great massive pitchers and trays"? Tom laughed gleefully. "Why, this Is getting to be quite In teresting. I feel like Cinderella in trousers, with all my pumpkins turned Into jewels and silver plate." "Eh. Tom? Where is it all?" "I did not know of its existence. 'Mother" Spillman. Of course after mother and Aunt Lu died father and 1 lived very simply. I was only G when he and I were left alone, and I have been off at school since 1 was 11. 1 suppose all those things are in bank somewhere. 1 don't know much about ] my affairs as yet." i "But you are getting to be a man now, Thomas, and you ought to be . looking after your own affairs. You ought to know what belongs to you. There were inventories of the jewels, even describing the most valuable " ones, and of the silver. 1 know what I am talking about. Thomas. I ought to. fl 1 helped your dear mother make out those inventories. You ought to know all this. Thomas." The closing admonition of his fa- 1 ther's unfinished letter flashed into his J memory. J "I suppose when the proper time 1 comes I will. 'Mother' Spillman. I have been too busy with my books up c to date. But Mr. Matthews"? 1 Here he received a violent surprise. v The old woman laid her two hands on t the coat lapel nearest her and shook it G very much after the fashion of a ter- 3 rler pouncing on a rat. 1 "Don't trust everything to him, boy; '( don't. I say." 1 "My father trusted him," said Tom 1 right loyally (he flung the words at her angrily with help from the trumpet), ^ "trusted him utterly and always. They were like brothers. From my earliest n childhood I have had Mr. Matthews f< held up to me as an exemplar, a man d of probity and good judgment. You v must not slander my guardian in my a presence. 'Mother' Spillman. I can't b allow It. Excuse me if I seem rude." r "I see. I see! lie has bewitched you e as he bewitched your father before s you and his sister before him. If one o should come back from the dead to C warn you. it would do no good, no b good, Thomas." v Tom recoiled with a nervous laugh, t a poor assumption of ease. The flow- ii ers wrapped about his father's letter, d the marked passage in bis father's Bl- I hie, the dimly descried figure bending b over his father's desk, all rushed into ii his mind clamoring for recognition as I celestial messengers whom he had d treated with scant courtesy. He took ? refuge in levity. tl Jjli. corae now, wiotner opmrnan: u J have great respect for spooks and ^ am sure I should never dare to treat a one with disrespect. But a mere mor- a tal is quite another thing. It would not be an easy task for any one In the |, flesh to convince me that my guardian e was other than the high toned gentle- _ man and clear headed business man my father's selection of him as a " friend and my guardian proves him. . I think I can safely intrust my affairs } to him until I am ready to take the helm myself." At which the old woman's wrath " flamed out fiercely. Tom had risen 11 from the hassock while speaking. It " was time for him to go on to the Mat- '' thews'. 'Mother' Spillinau rose. too. ^ confronting him majestically. She a stretched out one palsied hand impe- u riously. 0 "Don't speak of Horace Matthews 0 and Itufus Broxton in the same breath. ' at least not in my presence. Don't conpie thoughts of them In your pure 1 yotmg soul. It is desecration. I am w wasting my breath. My words are " falling on deaf ears. But the time '< may come when you will ask in bitter- w ness of spirit why no one warned you h against Horace Matthews. It shall not be on my conscience that I was too t' great a coward to do it. I tell you. h Thomas Broxton"? 0 "Mother!" ? Miss Malvlna stood in the doorway h regarding her mother angrily. The loud r tones of the quavering old voice had I carried beyond the front gate. The itn- " precation that was ready to be hurled f< at the lawyer's head sunk into a plain- \ tive whine. n "They are all against me. Every- a body's for him. Even my own child is ready to revile me for Horace Mat- f< thews." w Tom stood looking from one to the w other of his two old friends with pity- f< ? It! She stretched out one palsied hand im- a pcriously. 0 Ing eyes. Rumor had informed him 11 that "Mother" Spillmau was "getting queer," but he had no idea that the a wreck of her mind had progressed so far, Miss Malvina touched her own fore- n head significantly. Tom nodded his . 1. t ? 1 . _ A f] comprehension. lie iook up uis um. ?; Malvina followed to the gate. s' "Tom, dear, of course you will for- sl get every word she said against .Mr. ? Matthews. I didn't hear her. but 1 a know her mania. It's nothing but a a mania, Tom. I can't fancy what ever a lias given her poor, feeble brain such a twist in tlmt direction. She's gone cranky?I ean't deny It?poor dear! Everybody knows Mr. Matthews is Just ibove suspicion of any sort, Tom." Tom said "Of course." with a twinge af self reproach for having even listened to anything to the contrary, and rode away with his big heart as full of eommiseration for the mother and Jaughter as it was empty of the suspicion the old woman had tried to pour into it. TO BE CONTINUED. ittisccthuiccus grading. WAR GAME HAS CHANGED. lodern Armii and Implements Have Rained New Problems. Writing of the changes that have aken place in the game of war, Mr. ^uliau Ralph, the well-known correslondeut, writes from South Africa to he LondoD Daily Mail as follows: "It is easy enough for the world to ry 'Hall! in its interest in us, just as he Boers cried 'Halt 1 in our progress vhen we reached Magersfontein; but he Boer command to us to 'Halt!' oay yet be considered by military cientists everywhere as an order given o all armed nations to stop and unearn what they have known of batling?for Magersfontein seems likely o be the end of the chapter of war as L was practiced by the Wellingtons, Volseleys, Von Moltkes and Grants. "For frontal attack the old military manuals declared that the attacking Dree must be three times that of the efending force. Today, with the new t'eapons, it is said that ten meu must ttack one, but I believe it is impossile to set the fnodern proportion corectly, since, to all intents and purposs, Magersfontein battlefield, with its eries of three trenches extending 25 liles, is as impregnable to infautry as Iroustadt is to attack by the torpedo oats. Not being a military man I nil not pretend to be able to Bet down be many changes that must be made d coming warfare to suit the new conitions by which we are confronted. /? ?? enmn nort. nf what T tau KJUIJ CVUU CVUiV puiv VI TI UMV jl ave heard from those who are reflectug upon our experiences in this war. do not believe that even these stuents fully grasp the situation yet. Jven as the Boers have shown that hey have been learning bow best to lilize their advantages since the war egan, so we are gaining knowledge nd probably have yet a great de?l to cquire. "The Boer, as a stalker of game, and iter, as a warrior, had made the fullst use of the natural advantages of a ountry whose defenses are every,here abundant. Of these defenses e took the kopjes and their rocks to e the best; but. at Beltnoul and Gras 1 'an he discovered that the reckless, 1 eemingly blind, valor of the British lade light of these?simply by makig light of death. The Boer, there- I jre, modified his methods by transfer- 1 ing his dependence to intrenchmeuts. 1 it Modder river be built bis trenches 1 t the edge of a steep river bed, which 1 ff'orded him cover for the movement f re-enforcements and the supplying 1 f ammunition, food and water to his jrces. At Magersfontein he built a hree-fold series of trenches, and made he center of his position a kopje hose foot was friuged by vaal bushes, j ehind which he could move his re-enjrcemeuts, carry off his dead aud 1 rounded, and distribute bis food and ' resh supplies of cartridges. "With the old-style single-shot rifle ' he change from behind the rocks of 1 is bills to the protection afforded by 1 lere ridges or hastily built trenches 1 /ould have made an easy prey to the rrvpst, troons in Euroue. such as we, 1 ighily or wongly, believe to be in jord Methuen's following. But with 1 lugaziue rifles, artillery, and such 1 'urful, terrifying weapons as the new i rickers-Nordenleldt gun, he could 1 take a ridge or trench impregnable, 1 s we have seen. "One of the most interesting and 1 irmidable of the new condition of war 1 rhich we are experimenting is that 1 ;e never?or next to never?see our ' ie. Can the student of war (or even ' he casual reader) comprehend what it jeans to go on for week after week 1 nd month after month, fighting au 1 ivisible enemy? Personally I saw a J ;\v score running away at Belmont, a 1 mailer number escaping from the pun- ! iliment we were meting out to them ' l Gras Pan, and several hundred 1 bowed themselves?with uncommon npudence and courage?before the ! eginning of the battle of Modder rivr. But I have no doubt there are < len in our army who have never seen I Boer in battle. I kuow of officers t dio have only seen one or two in one ' attle and five or six in another. In ' ngagement after engagement our meu < avt thrown themselves on the veldt, < loved to do so by a hail of bullets ' round them, and theu have fired ' way for hours at a time at the noise < r the flame of the enemy's fire iu < enches which they could not sec. < "This is true to such au extent that < * s ,i k... I I iVionaer river mere were ?uuic uai i lions of ours that did Dot know at > le end of the day whether the enemy ? 'as north or south of the river; in fact, < bey believed, during the entire bottle, J lat the enemy was on the farther < de of the river. Under such circum- j :ances, if we did not pick up some < ounded and take some prisoners as < utual, ocular proof of the existence of flesh and blood enemy, we might Imost expect the more imaginative of 1 our soldiers to believe that they been fighting a vapor or an essence. They have seen the earth crack apart and vomit flame and bullets; they have heard the hell's chorus of battle; they have seen their comrades fall dead and mangled by their sides; but they have not seen the men who produced the tumult and the damage. This, then, is one of the new conditions of war which has to be taken into account. "With the introduction of smokeless powder a foe intrenched or in biding behind rocks is a foe invisible. And it takes a tenfold stouter heart to fight an unseen enemy than to combat with a substantial line of fiesb and blood beings or a leaping running target of brown smoke which locates it, if it does not reveal the 'party of the second part.' We do know that a European army fighting under European rules is a clumsy weapon against the Boer who opposes with weapons which render one man as good as ten, and all ten invisible. We remember the old saying, that 'an army moves upon its belly,' and we make it read 'the modern army must fight upon its belly.'" PRINCIPALLY NOISE. The Deadly Lyddite Doen Not Live Vp to ' Its Reputation.. The actual as opposed to the moral effect of the lyddite shells is still a matter of much discussion. The New York Sun's correspondent in Pretoria sends the following report which was written by a burgher named Preller, serving in General Botha's laager outside Ladysmith, and sent to F. J. Kleighnau8, minister of mines in Pretoria : "We were told by those who called themselves our friends how unwise it would be for us to attempt to measure ' . our strength against that of England, and were informed that the rocks behind which in other wars we had taken shelter would not serve us in this case, r~ m Un.nnnn/linn nrVlinVl niAPa Dmnl/MfA/l tur Luc ngcucjco vruivu nvic viupivjuu would shower down upon us a hellish rain of devastating material which would scatter our rocky shelters like chaff before the wind. For hundreds of square yards around the spot where one of these death-dealing instruments fell nothing was to escape with life, the terrible lyddite was to perform with a certuiuty such as bad never before been known, its murderous work. And all these terrors, which bad been so assiduously preparing for us for years past, have, after all, not proved as terrible as we were led to expect. Our surprise on being asked by the prisoners whom we had captured from the English, 'What effect bad the lyddite sheila when they burst?' cannot be described in words. We had found dum-dum bullets on the battlefield ; but that lyddite had been used we never dreamed. On more careful investigation we found, however, that there was something strange in connection with the greenish-yellow column of smoke which arose wherever the bombs fell, and at once rose the cry, 'take care, there is death in that smoke, poison there must be or otherwise it were impossible for death to be spread for a space of 400 yards around. And such destruction must take place because the English themselves bad said so.' "We have been convinced. It was lyddite. It so happened that we bad au opportunity of seeing for ourselves the effect of lyddite, and that we were able to form some conception of the consequences of inhaling the deadly fumes. We were standing close to one of the Long Toms which are attracting the fire of the enemy as the maguet attracts steel, it rained heavy and fast around us from the enemy's guns, wheu the ship's cannon landed a shell close to us. It made a tremendous noise as it struck the ground, some distance behind our guns, sank about four feet in the yielding soil, and coming upon rock, burst with a most unpartbly noise similar to that which is caused by violently bammeriDg an iron building with a heavy hammer. It made a bole in the ground big enough to bury a horse in. It so happened that one of our men was at that time not more than ten paces from the spot where the shell exploded and loud were our expressions of sympathy with the poor man whom we should never see again?the first victim of the lyddite. The fatal smoke cloud rose high in the air, and the fragmeuts of the shell burled through space, with a snarling sound in all directions. Our man stood up, walked toward the bole which bad been made by the shell, and stood calmly gazing down into it. "With respect to the actual working af the bombs, I may inform you that the material in the bag marked X appears to be ignited immediately upon the projectile coming into contact with any bard substance, and this immediately sets fire to the lyddite, which explodes with the effect above described. The English say that lyddite has six times the explosive power of dynamite; but at the same time, it is quiescent, and will not, like dynamite, explode merely upon impact, and it cannot, therefore, be fired with ordimrv nnwer. and when it falls it bursts ?/ r i nto fragments, whieo scatter on ;very side. When the lyddite was ?xperimented with in Pretoria the same results were obtained, and we :ame to the conclusion that the proectiles were about as harmless as those )f the early part of the eighteenth :entury." &3T After one puts a project on foot, le then has it on hand.