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ISSUES SEKMTEESL^ ^ ^ l. m. grist & sons, Publishers, j % 4amilg Jtappr: 4or Promotion of the political, Social, Jugricultural, and (Commercial Jnt^sts of the people. { TERMsSinoIle?coApy! fi^e1 centsAnce' ESTABLISHED 1855. YORKVILLE, S. C., WEDNESDAY, APRIL 4, 19QO. NO~QT7 LOVEM BY JEANNETTE ! Copyright, 1899, by Jeannette H. Walwortl Synopsis of Previous Installments. In order that new readers of The Enquirer may begin with the following installment of this story, and understand it just the same as though they had read it all from the beginning, we here give a synopsis of that portion of it which has already been published: Toin 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 bides 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 bis father to himself. Through ground glass doors he sees a figure tampering with the papers contained in bis father's desk. Before be can enter v the room the figure disappears. Approaching his father's body lying in his coffin, Tom looks for a seal ring worn on the fiuger, 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, 3tops 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, ana 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. Mother Spillman cautions Tom against his guardian, but fails to convince him. Olivia rides out with Clarence Westover on horseback. Tom goes to the Hall, where he finds Olivia, who has been thrown from her horse, and carries her into the house. She is not severely injured. The party remain at the Hall. At midnight a scream is heard. It has come from Olivia, who has sepn the mysterious figure standing over Colonel Broxton's desk. Two years elapse. Broxton Hall is sold to the West- , overs. Tom Broxton is studying abroad. He writes to Olivia declaring his love for her. His guardian writes him that his estate has been lost, and Olivia writes him that she is engaged to Clarence Westover. Mr. Matthews' study is burned under suspicious circumstances, and all hi#papers destroyed, including those pertaining to the Broxton estate. Torn Broxton returns from abroad and settles in the the west to practice his profession. Mr. Matthews is taken ill. Oliva visits the 1 room where her father lies. Half con- i scious, she sees "Mother" Spillman. whom she recognizes as the figure she had seen standing over Colonel Broxton's desk, bending over her father and accusing him of having stolen the Broxton estate. Olivia visits the Spilltnan cottage, where she finds that "Mother" Spillrr.an has just died. Olivia recognizes the chair in which she had once seen "Mother" Spillman searching and asks permission to come again and search for the papers her father lost the night of Colonel Broxton's death. After sne has gone MalT-ina pulls out an unused drawer, and the missing package falls out. It contains a ^ deed to the Broxton property, showing that the property was enianea auu wuiu not be sold. Clarence Westover comes in and takes the deed away to copy. I CHAPTER XVI. I A DYING FATHER'S COMMAND. "He is wanting to see you." i "Father?" < "Who else?" i Never conspicuous for suavity, loss of rest and the universal upheaval of his long established routine had brought old Reuben to a pitch of surll- I ness bordering on bearlslmess. Dr. Go- 1 van's severe reprimand for his deser- ' tion of his post the night before added I the last drop of bitterness to his cup, i and it overflowed upon poor little | Ollie's unoffending head. I On his return from the Spillman cot- I tage Clarence Westover had come In for a share of the old man's accumu- 1 lated acrimony, after which he had I mounted his horse and ridden home i In a frame of mind scarcely less cynic- < al than Reuben's own. Said the old I servitor: 1 "There ain't a mite of common sense ' In your going all to pieces about that child. I've been knowing her ever < since she was big enough to be strap- . ped into a baby carriage, which she ' generally was trying to kick all to i pieces like an unbroken colt If any- < body crossed her, she would just go off < and hide. Many a bad scare has she ' given us mi, jusi iu muu up uy naming in as smiling as a May morning i and laughing at us for the pack of I fools we undoubtedly was. She is hid- I den somewhere about the house now. ' She won't turn up smiliug this time, '< but you may as well stop worrying about her." < Westover looked searehingly into the old man's face. He would much prefer I to think that "that old hag's" arraign- 1 ment of Olivia's father had beeu heard by no outsider but himself. As he was going to Marry Horace Matthews' ' daughter he should like the name to 1 be kept as clean as possible. With the ' paper which Miss Malviua had confided to his care reposing in his pocket he was in a combative mood. lie owed It to himself to see that the local gossip mill was supplied with uo more grist. "Who has crossed her this time?" he ^ asked sharply. "I'm not saying anybody has. sir. 1 was just telling you what her custom was. I guess she's goue off to have a cry where nobody cau't hear her. Dr. Govan don't give the old man much of a show." "But Miss Matthews has not been told that?" "No. sii\ uo; but she is mighty sharp at forming her own conclusions. She Is mighty fretted over being kept out of the old man's room. I don't see into that myself. 1 should think, as loud as ne is 01 nor. no couiuu i her oloso enough for tho little time that's loft. But tho old man always had his owu way of doing <iiiags." "And you have searched tho house . ail over, UeubeuY" ISA WAT. H. WALWORTH. b. "All over, sir, but that don't prove anything. There ain't but two places for her to be?Miss Malviua's and here. She Is somewhere about, but 1 think she has made it plain enough that she wants to be left to herself. If 1 was you, Mr. Clarence. I'd take things easier." "That last piece of advice is rather good, Iteuben. I will try to follow It 1 shall gallop over home and back again by midnight. 1 do not believe I shall be wanted.". Reuben had gladly seen him carry this resolution into effect. Perhaps the one soft spot in the old man's Indurated heart was for Horace Mat Wcstover looked searchlngly Into the old man'8 face. thews. They had grown up together, they had come to Maadeville together, and he was not as much In the dark as Clarence Westover would have liked him to be. lie closed the front door upon the young man and shuffled back to the sickroom muttering to himself: "I'd just as lief as not nobody should be spying on him in his last hours. He do mumble a lot of mortal strange stuff with the fever in his poor head." But the fever was all out of Horace Matthews' head when he turned toward Reuben and asked feebly: "Reuben, when was Thomas telegraphed for?" "Night before last sir." "And what did you say in It?" "Guardian very ill. Wants to see you. Come at once." "Has he answered?" "No. sir." "Perhaps he didn't get it." "Now. there you go to fretting, sir. It ain't a bit like you. The doctor says you was to keep calm." "So he did. Reuben, so he did. If ae got the message, when ought he to L>o here?" "I asked the telegraph man that same question. According to his calculation. Mr. Thomas is due here lbout 1 a. ra." "And it Is now"? "Just half past 11. sir." The sick man closed his eyes wearily. IIow insignificant all things here below now seemed! It was as if he were getting his life, with all of Its lAvne oil nf Ita nmhttlnviQ its toils its achievements. Its mistakes, in a true perspective at last. And bow mean, bow absolutely worthless, the sum total was! All the capacity for loving he had been endowed with he had exercised for one child. He had loved Olivia to the exclusion of that broader, more elevating love for his fellow man as bis neighbor. To make Olivia happy, to secure her against any mlschauce In the future, had seemed the one thing worth dolug. That she might have, ethers must give; that she might rejoice. others must suffer. When he was working his way with strenuous stubbornness to this goal, he had not questioned his owu methods nor the ianger of working harm, and not good, to the idol of his life. With the presumptiou born of a phenomenally good physical record he had looked forward to seeing Olivia enjoying the fruits of his wise stewardship, while he aided and encouraged Thornts Broxton in his ascent of the ladder which It was well for every man to uliuib in his youth. He was not the first man who has been surprised by death in the midst of unfinished schemes, and presently Thomas Broxton would be standing where that terrible old woman had stood, defiant, accusing, merciless. He opened his eyes from what Reuben had thought was a tranquil slumber to say hurriedly. "I think 1 should like to see my daughter. Reuben, before Mr. Broxtou gets here." And It was then that Reuben, goiuc la search of her, had found her in her own room, sitting with her head buried in her outstretched arms. For the first time in her life Olivia obeyed the summons to her father's presence with reluctance. Dr. Govan had reassured her on the subject of paralysis. "Your father was violently agitated by the visit of that poor old irresponsible creature and temporarily lost his powers of speech. All agitation must positively be avoided, my dear, and when you go into his presence you must remember how much depeuds upon your personal observance of this caution." ' Then for the first time in her life she must act a falsehood. She must go into her father's presence with a heavy load on her young heart, longing to ask him questions that must not be asked, yearning to have him exorcise the demons of suspicion and distrust awakened by that old woman's cruel words. Perhaps he would die and leave them uncontradicted. Could bereavement hold a sharper sting? She got up heavily and, going into her dressing room, bathed her eyes to efface the marks of recent tears and smoothed her hair into trimmer shape. Then she walked resolutely into the sick man's presence. He held out both wasted hands and drew her down upon the bed by him. murmuring familiar terms of endearment. "You are better, father, much better. Dr. Govau tells me so," she said. returning nis caresses geuwy. The sick man sighed wearily. "For a little while, for a very little while, my darling. 1 have told Govau to keep me here until Thomas gets home." "Thomas V Why, papa, have you sent for Thomas?" She was trembling violently. A deathly pallor spread over her sweet young face like a gray veil. Had her father any confession to make to Thomas Broxton? Why did he want him to come? The sick man looked at her imploringly. "I beg of you, my daughter, to sum mon all .your fortitude. Your agitation reacts on me. You are losing coutrol Of yourself. 1 am a ver? ill man. Govan does not try to deceive-me. Several days ago I made Reuben send a telegram to Thomas Broxton. He may be here at any moment." "Yes, father." She spoke In a dull monotone, but her eyes looked tenderest pity into his. "I want to beg his pardon." "For what, father?" in the same sad monotone. "For my bad management of his affairs." J ^ I Ma \JII Via uruppcu UU UCi aucco uj uio bedside. She clasped both her hands about one of his. as If imploring him to vindicate his own good uame before he left her. "But you did the best you could, father. Of course you did. Oh. 1 know you did! I know you did by Thomas as his father would have doue by me If I had been left a helpless little orphan like Tom." A groan was his only answer. "There, dear. Dr. Govan will scold me sharply for agitating you In this cruel way. Don't let us talk about it at all. papa. We believe in each other. There, now. Go to sleep In your . naughty Ollie's arms." She laid her soft cheek against his and crooned a soft lullaby. He stroked her shining hulr caressingly. "Olivia, my darling, you heard that old woman's terrible charges. She burled them at me over this precious head." She lifted her head and looked at him gravely. "She knows better now. father." "Knows better now?" He repeated the words after her with labored slowness. lie looked bewildered. Olivia smoothed the gray hair back from his furrowed forehead with a slow, mesmeric motion. "Poor old 'Mother' Spillmau Is dead, father. She is at rest. I think Miss Malvlna Is scarcely sorry. She says life has been such a burden to her mother for a great many years that death meant release. She says her mother was very 'queer.'" "And she is gone, actually gone? Do ? IX X - I.- - H TT? you Know ii 10 ue u iuci, uuiiu i tic labored to lift himself into a sitting posture. "I know it to be a fact, father. I saw her myself, dead. She looked so quiet, so serene. She is at rest" "You saw her. Then you have been to the Splllman cottage. What did you go there for?" His voice rang out in challenge. She shrank away from him until the pile of pillows with which Reuben had propped him iuto a sitting posture hid her pallid face from him. Was he going to force her to say why she had gone to the Spillman-cottage? If he did. must she lie? Instead he spoke to her in the gentlest of voices. Rather did he seem to plead for mercy than upbraid her. "Don't cower behind my pillows, my poor child. Come where I can look Into your dear eyes. You have nothing to be ashamed uf. Olivia. I know what took you there. You went In search of a vindication for your most unhappy father." Her head drooped uutil it touched his pillows. "You thought to learn something more about the papers which she claimed to be holding for Thomas." "Yes. fathei." A gleam of gratification shot Into the shrewd eyes of the dying man. It was almost as if his departing soul nnncori In Rr>nr<> nn iimri> nltiful llttlp triumph. "Poor old magpie! She overreached herself. Now they never will be found." "Were they very valuable to?Thomas?father? That Is. if you don't mind telling uie. dear." "They were?they are." he amended slowly, "of no value to any one. Thomas would uot be one dollar the wealthier for the finding of thein." A silence fell between father and daughter. The sick man seemed to fall into a sudden doze. Olivia brought a light chair and seated herself as closely as possible to his side. The clock struck half past 11. Reuben was to come on watch at midnight. She twined her small, cool fingers about the sinewy wrist that lay neurest to her and found its pulse. The moments passed on. She waited. For what? The ticking of the clock on the mantelshelf and the beating of her own heart seemed equally loud. A low muttering from the sick man's sunken lips made her bend her ear quickly. Every syllable that fell from his lips now was a thing to be hoarded. In a state of semiconsciousness Horace Matthews was doing battle with bis conscience for the last time. "It was for her sake, for my tender little child's sake. Good Lord, forgive me! She could not battle with the world in poverty, only a helpless, weak girl. He Is strong; he Is young; he Is ambitious. It will all work out right for him. He will carve out a name and a fortune for himself. But?but?I am going to met them. I am going to see Lucetta, Rufus, all of them. What shall I say? What can I tell them? Unfaithful friend, false steward, sinful man?1 hear them crying it in chorus. Thomas, forgive me! Lucetta, don't turn your dear face away from me! Rufus, friend of my boyhood." He opened his eyes with a start His first fully conscious gaze fell upon Olivia's face. Its drawn, frightened look startled him. He grasped her wrist with a force that pained her. "I have been dozing. Did I talk In my sleep? Did I say anything silly, as sleep talkers always do?" "You talked a little, father, just a little. There, dear. Don't stare at me bo. You look as If you were angry with me. It is only I, father, your loving little daughter. There Is no one else here, no one at all." "I know, 1 know?only you, poor little lonely girl; only you, my precious one." She answered him with a pathetic little boast. "Oh, 1 could have half the town If 1 wanted to! Everybody has been begging to help nurse you. Everybody holds you in such high esteem, dearest But we don't want them." "But we don't want them," he echoed dully. "No, we don't want them. It won't last very much longer, my child. I am just waiting to see Thomas, and then I will go." "Father, father, have you no thought for me?" The wall escaped her unguarded lips with piercing shrillness. "No thought for you? God forgive me, Olivia, there has been room In my brain for no one but you. For you, and you alone, I have liv 1 have labored and"?his voice dropped to a tired whisper?"yes, sinned." "Sinned? Father, take that one word back. I know you do not mean it Tn If a If Knnlr I nl rvlftr #a?? tvi a Hftn'l lattc it uata iu yiij tut iuu. x/uu t leave It to me as a horrible puzzle. It will torture me all the rest of my days. Death is not the very worst that can befall us, father. Leave me the reverence for you that has gilded all my young life, father. I know you have loved me too well. Perhaps In your tenderness for me you waxed careless of others' Interests. That was all, papa. I am sure that was alL" She was on her knees by the bed. Her slight frame was quivering under the storm of emotions no longer un- . der her control. The dying man laid his hand on her bowed head. When he spoke, his voice was calm and solemn, but very weak. "True, child, death Is not the worst that can befall. I have confessed everything to my Maker. 1 had meant to confess to Thomas, but my strength ebbs fast I doubt if I shall be here when he comes. The temptation to secure your future against the possibility of want was too mighty for me, Olivia. My Idolatrous love for you turned my boasted strength into weakness. Opportunity was my undoing." "I will make restitution, father. He shall have everything." "And blacken my name in the grave? Restitution lies in one direction only. At least my failing senses can point out no other course. You alone can right the great wrong I have done Rufus' son." "I, father?" "Don't speak. Listen to me. Would you help me undo what I have done for your sake?" She shivered as if an ague bad seized her, but her gaze never left bis face. "You know I would, father! Oh, you know there is nothing I would not do for your dear sake!" "A few weeks ago I could not have humbled myself before my own Innocent child as 1 am doing now. my dear, but when the shores of eternity seem actually in sight the mortal vision broadens, and we can slough all that ; * , "Only you, poor little lonely ffirl." is mortal of us with contemptuous pity for its Infirmities, its temptations and its mistakes. I have been an unfalth . rri. l}? V^vit tUl guardian IU muuiua uiuAiuu, a. \jim can make the losses L have brought upon him as nothing, -weighed In the balances agatnst his happiness." A perplexed look came Into the wide eyes fixed upon his face. "I, father?" "You, and you alone, can turn a curse Into a benediction." Again that pathetic "1, father? Oh, tell me how!" "Marry Thomas Broxton. He loves you. You know that he does." "But I do not love him, father?" "Marry?Thomas?Broxton." "Father, have you forgotten Clarence, forgotten that 1 betrothed myself to him with your full consent? I belong to Clarence Westover, father, and I love him." A grayish pallor was creeping over the sick man's pinched features. She did not know that it was death. She had never before stood in the presence of the grim conqueror. Her father's voice was lifted to a> clear high note in I a supreme effort to impose 111s win upon her: "Marry Thomas Broxton! I command it!" A cold current of air swept across the bed. Olivia rose quickly to close the door by which it had entered. Another hand drew It softly shut from the other side. She turned toward the bed to enter her final protest agaiust this monstrous invasion of her rights. "But, father, would you want me to live my life out a stupendous false uuuu : The unseeing eyes stared straight beyond her; the tired lips fluttered and drooped; a heavy sigh, stillness?Horace Matthews was done with beseeching, done with commanding. In a piercing cry she called his name' aloud and again. It brought to the chamber of death Reuben, Dr. Govan, who had just arrived; Clarence Westover, who had been waiting and watching In the distant drawing room, and? Thomas Broxton. It was toward the latter that Reuben turned his eyes anxiously. "Oh, Mr. Thomas, if you'd only got here a hour earlier! It's your fate to be alwaj'S too late." "It is my fate, Reuben, as you say, bo we won't aunrrel with It," Broxton answered quietly and turned to ques-^ tlon Dr. Govan. TO BE CONTINUED. ^iSceUiuuous pending. TILLMAN AND THE CANVASS. The Doubtful Advantages of the Requirement of the Party Constitution. Mr. J. T. 1'arks, ot urangeourg, wrote to Senator Tillman recently to get his views on the question of amending or abrogating the section of the party constitution which requires the from county to county canvass by candidates for state offices. Mr. Parks is of opinion that this arrangement is of doubtful value, and Senator Tillman also sees disadvantages. The senator's reply is as follows: Washington, D. C., March 22. J. T. Parks, Orangeburg, S. C.: Dear Sir?I have your letter of March 7 and the importance of the matter presented therein must be apparent to every one. It is a perplexing question and has been a subject of serious thought with me a long time, because I have foreseen that tbe primary system was being jeopardized by the abuses to which it has been subjected. Political conditions in our' state forced the joint discussions before the people of the issues, because the newspapers were so uufair and partisan ; and any abrogation of the system uow in vogue would, in all probability, result in tbe return to the old conditions, when it was in the power of two or three leading newspapers to make and unmake men, and to largely control our state politics. The necessity of freedom of speech and the presentation by the candidates of tbeir views, directly to tbe voters, without having them tinged or distorted or suppressed by different newspapers, will make the people unwilling to give up the present plau unless "something better" can be substituted for it. You have stated tbe defects in tbe present system none too strongly, and there are others which occur to me, which you have not mentioned. For instance, it was never conceived possible that a man would offer as a candidate for high position simply because of vanity or bis beiog a crank, still less tbat anyone would enter sucb a race witb no bopes of being elected, but simply with the view of defeating another man. There can be no limitation as to the number of persons who shall run for auy office if they comply with the prerequisites. The joint discussion was intended to give the people an opportunity of bearing both sides and of allowing the candidates to present their views directly to the voters. The great mistake that has been made was the attempt to divide the time pro rata, or apportion it out among all-the candidates. Thus as you have said, ther^ was no chance for a candidate to make a speech or do himself uuy credit, and the people were disgusted to that extent that they refused to turn out to the meetings. I canvassed the state three times and there was never any limitations on any speaker. The arrangement was, in the race for governor, to have the speakers alternate ; and iu the race for the senate to invert the order of speaking, so that the minor candidates could every other day begin and have their say in full while the crowds were fresh and not be forced to take the leavings of the audience tired out by previous speakers. Whatever else may be done, tbere should Dever have been in the past, and should never be in the future, any limitation on time. It would be better to have some candidates miss speaking at every meeting than follow such a plan of gagging them. The question now is either the continuance of the present system, with such limituti<ui us T have indicated, or changing it, as you suggest, and leaving the counties to determine what men they want to hear and extend invitations to such, it being, of course, always permissible for u candidate to announce independently the places at which he will speak, and to invite his opponent for the oflice to a joint discussion. The state committee cannot discriminate as among candidates, who comply with the rule, but the county committee having control of the meetings could refuse to invite those men who were not. wanted, and if it should ever occur, which is hardly possible, that a candidate would be unjustly treated, he could then make arrangements for a separate meeting, to which his opponent could be iuvited. It is no light thing to cauvass the entire state and attend meetings in 40 counties; and it entails a heavy expense besides. Many of our people do not even take their county papers, ana since ine paieni outsides have come in vogue, with a few creditable exceptions, the county newspapers have deteriorated very sensibly from what they were 15 years ago. Competition has caused them to reduce their subscription, and while the subscribers get as much as they pay for, it is nevertheless evident that the newspapers do not furnish as much notim au IIOoH IA auu as guuu UOVTO UO VIIVJ uuvu IV, In regard to the state committee fixing the dates for the meetings in the campaign, it has been considered necessary iu order to prevent a clash in counties, aud always to arrange the meetings in rotation so that in a given wedk certain contiguous territory might be covered. If the papers of the state could be induced to give fair, full and unbiased reports of speeches, and hoDest and truthful statements as to the numbers and the happenings at the meetings, the objections which you have urged against the present system would leave hardly any reason for its continuance, and by this I do not mean the daily papers alone, for they are read to u very limited extent, except in the towns, and the masses of the voters read only weeklies. It seems that arrangements could be made to I have speeches given on the patent outsides just as easily as to have love stories and trash which now appear iu them. After all I do not know that we need to be worried about the matter. ,Any man who can make such a speech as (be people want to hear and give tbem instruction or amuse them, will always he able to obtain an audience; and if tbey do not want a man to talk any longer they will let him know it. Then by reversing the order of speaking aud alternating days every ? 211 UnttA ? ' Tf t ho UJUU will uavc a inn I/Iiauw. u vuv crowd have come to hear aoy special man they will make it known, and the others will voluntarily hurry through and get out of the way. * Whatever i9 done we should cling to the freedom of discussion and joint debate, and the primary system as the very essence of Democracy. Rather than give these up it would be better to confine the speeches to caudidales for governor alone. The other state house officers do not outline policies, but are largely administrative officers, while the governor not only influences legislation, but by the use of the appointing power and veto controls public affairs, if he should be a man of any force and ability. It may be worth while to try the plan of having no meetings under the auspices of the state committee, but turn all the candidates loose and let them arrauge their owu meetings, or attend such as the county committees arrange, and the people who get up picnics invite them to ; but until the newspapers change their policy of recent years, and also be more industrious in furnishing the voter with readable and fair and relia 1 - - *?l.* !. i?' :a A Die reports or wnat is oeiug suiu miu done by the candidates, the system of joint discussion in one form or another will be demanded by the people and no candidate can safely neglect it. One of Jefferson's maxims was "teach the people and trust the people," and under the existing conditions in our state there is no certaiu way to have this done except through the medium of public debate. Yours sincerely, B. R. Tillman PETTUS AS A HUMORIST. Alabama Senator Rubs It Into Galllnger and Beverldge. The speech of Senator Pettus, of Alabama, on the Puerto Rican question was the feature of the senate proceedings la9t Friday. On the day before, Senator Gallinger, of New Hampshire, bad attempted to defend the Republican tariff with constitutional arguments, and Senator Beveridge had undertaken to uphold the Republican position with his eloquence. Senator Pettus does not bear a reputation as a humorist. He is nearly 80 years of age, and ordinarily is one of the most dignified members of that most dignified body, the senate. But on last Saturday he brought down the house and kept it down. His speech was delivered with the solemnity of a funeral oration; but during all the time of its delivery the galleries aud the senators on the floor were kept in a roar of laughter. The hilarity wus irresistible aud there was no attempt to restrain it. The Associated Press canutAp'u ia au I C^Ui b ui (lie cbumvi a u^/vwu *u ww follows: "We are governed," he said "in our relations with these territories by the laws of nations so far as they are applicable. The idea is lhat when territory is ceded to a nation that uation cannot uecessarily exercise the powers of its former owners. It must exercise sway in accordance with its own limitations. When we took these islands we took them with the limitations of exercising only such power over them as was possible in the conditions of the United States senate." From this time forward Senator Pettus's speech was personal in its application. "I was very much entertained by the senator from New Hampshire (Mr. GiUJinger) yesterday," he said, "When he informed us lhat he was not a lawyer, and he proved it to us, not only by asserting it; hut by his argument. Lawyers know that when you come to read a decision of a judge, you must take all he says on a subject; that it will not do to take a sentence here and another there; but that is exactly what the senator did in quoting Justice Bradlev in the Mormon church case." He went on to relate another anec dole illustrative of his point in which a preacher of olden time?when the* senator was a hoy?hud figured iu Alabama. "The minister," he said, "was as learned in the Bible as my friend from New Hampshire is in the law. (Laughter.) He said 'Brethreu, my text today will be the following, "Seven Sons did Miicah Bear unto Enon." Now I expect, brethren,' the ureacner went on, -ir you wouia iook to the commentaries you would find various meanings to this' text, but taking a commonsenne view of it, I will say tbis: I expect tbat Enou was sick and tbe doctor told his seven sous, great, strong fellows, tbat it was absoluely necessary that be should have milk for bis nutriment, and thereupon tbe seven sons went out to look up the cows. Tbe cows bad not come up the uight before, uud so the sons could not find tbem, but they came across a bear, aod they milked her and carried tbe milk to Euon, aud so, brethren, it is writ, ''Seven sons did milk a bear unto Euon." ' "Thut. nrponhur " nnnnlnHpH Suna. tor Pettus, amid an outburst of hearty laughter,"bad as accurate a conception of the Scriptures as some of our senators have of the law of the land." Seuator Pettus then referred to Senator Beveridge's speech yesterday as marvelous and said : "When you get a genuine orator be is absolutely absolved from all rules of logic or commonseuse. (Laughter.) When it is necessary iu the fervor of oratorical flourishes to prove any proposition, true or false, rules of commonsense and the decent observance of what is due to others must not stand in the way of maintaining 'my reputation' as an orator. If it is necessary I must draw on my imagination for facts and on my memory for flights of fancy as Ovid Bolus did. When an orator speaks be has a right, in the fervor of his oratory here iu the United States senate, in refereuce to the Republicans and Democrats and Populists and any other men who may choose to take a seat, here to speak of them as enemies to the government. He has a right to speak of them as opponents of the government. The government, in bis mind, is 'me and my wife, my sou John and bis wife, us four and no more.' (Laughter.) "Mr. President, the Master once had to select a man to lead the children of Israel out of Egypt and through the wilderness of Canaan. He did not select an orator. (Laughter.) No, he selected one of these men from Iowa or Maine, and bis name was Moses. And be was a stubborn man. too. (Laughter.) But Moses told his Master to bis face that be could not do it, because be could not speak to' the people. And what was the reply ? 'There is Aaron, he speaks well, and they took Aaron along, not in commandthat was not allowed ; Jaut they took him aloug as a kind of deputy. Aud when Moses, on his Master's order, went up into the mountain for the tablets, the orator left in charge had a golden calf framed. (Laughter.) And he put all the people down for worshipping the golden calf. (Laughter.) More people worship the golden calf > now than they did in those days. But while Aaron and bis people were all down worshipping the golden calf the muu of Ood appeared and be pulled out his sword and demanded to know who was on the Lord's side, and the orator jumped up from bis knees, drew bis sword and got on Moses's side and went to killing the Israelites along with Moses. "All these orators will do the same thing. (Laughter.) The last one of them. We saw an instance of it yesterday afternoon." CLARK AND HANNA HELD UP. Pretty Glrla the Highwaymen, Their Weapons Smiles and Dimples. Two girls, smartly gowned, graceful and altogether lovely, swished into the senate marble room last Friday, says a Washington dispatch of that day. "My card to Senator Clark, please ; I mean Montana Clark," said the taller one. Soou the Montana man, erect, well groomed and dignified, appeared. The girls introduced themselves. The taller one did the most of the talking. The other one devoted her time to stage managing her dimples, and she did it capitally. The talker was earnest, enthusiastic, pleading. Senator Clark glared, looked forbidding, shook bis head, smiled, laughed, und took out his wallet aud gave them two twenty-dollar bills and a ten. "You're so good 1" gurgled the dimpled oue, aud the multi millionaire walked away with bis head up in the air and a heavenly smile on his face. Senator Hanua came stumping through the room just after Clark left. The girls stopped him, bauded bim their cards aud said sometniog. The taller oue smiled archly and the dimpled oue murmured "please" and a lot of other things. "No, oh, no, I can't do that!" Senator Hanna almost shouted. "I am sorry ; but I've got my own people to look after. Lots of things like that out in Ohio that I have to tend to. Good-day," and he started off. "Just a moment, senator," said the j- 1 j ? _ 1:?1? u. uimpjeu UUC, uppeouiigi^. xxauua halted. The two girls sidled up; one smiled, then the other, and theD both together. Then they talked and smiled some more, and finally Hanna smiled a little himself. It was a stingy, arctic sort of smile ; but it encouraged the girls, aud they fairly beamed on the sleru old man. ' Oh, well," he said, "how can I help it ?" and he took out $25, gave the bills to the dimpled one and raurched away chuckling. The girls were soliciting subscriptions for the Longfellow monument fund. A unique phase of the liquor license question has appeared at Marshfield, Mass., once the home of Daniel Webster. The towu had for a long time been "dry," but at a recent election voted in favor of license, and the local authorities have proceeded to make the license fee $1,000,000 a year. Nobody has come forward impressed with the idea that a place of 2,000 inhabitants can have a million dollar thirst.