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^ ISSgED SEBII^WEEgL^^ L. m. grist & sons, Publishers. } Jg <Jfamilg geurspaper: Jfor the promotion of the poIiticaI, ^ofia!, ggrirultural, and (Eommeiirial gnt^sts of the people. { ^ing1e?2opy! m5e centsance* established 1855. yorkyille, s. c., wednesday,' feb ru ary 13, 1901. no. 13. ? BY HAROXjD Copyright, 1900, by Harold McGrath. CHAPTER IX. I took my pipe and strolled along the river bank. What had I stumbled into? Here was au old inn with rather a feudal air. but it was only one in a thousand, a common feature throughout the continent, and yet why had the gods, when they cast out Hebe, chosen this particular inn for her mortal residence? The pipe solves many riddles, and then sometimes it creates a density. I put my pipe into my pocket and cogitated. Gretcheu had brought about a new order of things. A philosophical barmaid was certainly a novelty. That Gretchen was philosophical I had learned ia the rose gardens; that she was also used to giving commands I had learned in the onion patch. Hitherto I had held the onion in contempt; already 1 had begun to respect it Above all. Gretchen was a mystery, the most alluring kind of mystery?a woman who was not what she seemed. How we men love mysteries which are given the outward semblance of a Diana or a Venus! By and by my journalistic instinct awoke. Who are those who fear the newspapers? Certainly .. . ? A# Ur.4- n.n r, It IS IlOt tOO gUllUCSS. VSl ?11 aL >> ao Gretchen guilty? The innkeeper knew. ^ Was she one of those many conspirators who abound In the kingdom? She was beautiful enough for anything. And whence came the remarkable likeness between her and Phyllis? Here v was a mystery Indeed. I had a week before me. In that time 1 might learn something about Gretchen even if 1 could solve nothing. I admit that it is true that had Gretchen been plain It would not have been worth the trouble. But she had too heavenly a face, too wonderful an eye. too delicious a mouth, not to note her with concern. I did not see Gretchen a*ain that day, but as 1 was watching the moon climb up, thinking of her and smoking a few pipes as an incense to her shrine, 1 heard her voice beneath my window. It was accompanied by the bass voice of the innkeeper. "But he Is a journalist. Is he safe? Is anything safe from them?" came to my ears In a worried accent, a bass. So the Innkeeper, too. was a socialist! Said an Impatient contralto. "So long as I have no fear why should you?" "Ach, you will be found out and dragged back!" was the lamentation in a throaty baritone. Anxiety raises a bass voice at least two pitches. "If you would but return to the hills where there is absolute safety!" "No, I will not go back there, where everything is so dull and dead. I have lived too long not to read a face at a glance. His eyes are honest." 'Thanks, Gretchen." murmured l from above. I was playing the listener. But, then, she was only a bar maid. "And It is so long," went on the contralto. "since 1 have seen a man?a strong one?I wish to see if my power is gone." "Aha!" thought 1. "So you have al ready laid plans for my capitulation. Gretchen?" "But." said the bass voice once more, "supposing some of the military should straggle along? There might be oue who lias seen you before. Alas. 1 despair! You will not liide yourself; you / will stay here till they hud you." I fell to wondering what in the world Gretchen had dune. "1 have not been to .the village since 1 was a little girl. Dressed as I am. who would recognize me? No one at the castle, for there is no oue there but the steward. Would you seud uio away?" "God forbid! But this Americau? You say you can read faces, llow - about the other oue?" Sileoce. "Yes. how about him?" Said Gretchen: "We are not iufalli ble. And perhaps I was then much to blame." "No. we are not infallible. That is the reason why you should take uo chance." was the final argument of the innkeeper. "Hush!" said Gretchen. "Confound the pipe!" I muttered. It had fallen over the window sill. Five minutes passed. I heard no sound, Glancing from the side of the window I saw that (Iretchen and the Innkeeper were gone. Yes, there wasn't any doubt about it; Gretehen was a conspirator The police were hunting for iter, ami she was > threatened witli discovery it was beyond my imagination what she could have done. Moreover, she was rather courting danger. The military post was only live miles down the river The one thing which bothered me was the "him" who had suddenly intruded upou the sceue. invisible. Ie.it there, like Rninpto's ghost. Perhaps her beauty had lured some fellow to follow her fortunes, and his overzeal or lack of it had brought ruin to some plot. "<Iretchen." said I as 1 jumped iuto bed. "whoever he was. lie must have been a duffer." Her serene highness the Princess Hildegarde was In Jericho, and Ilillars along with tier, where I had consigned them. Next morning (iretchen waited upon uie at breakfast. Site was quiet and answered my questions in monosyllables Presently she laid something at the side of my plate. It ivas my pipe. I looked at her. but the leads of my eyes could not plumb the depths In hers. "Thauks." said I. "It dropped from my window last night while I was playing the disgraceful part of eavesdropper." I dare say she had expected anything but this candid confession. It was very cunuiug In me.. She 9 i MAOGRATH. knew that I knew she knew. Had 1 lied I should have committed an ircepnrable blunder. As it was she lifted her chin and laughed. "Will you forgive me?" "Yes; for you certainly wasted your time." "Yes, indeed; for I am just as much in the dark as ever." "And will remain so." "I hope so. A mystery is charming while It lasts. Iteally, Gretchen, 1 did not mean to play the listener, and I promise that from now on"? "From now on!" cried Gretchen. "Does not herr leave today?" "No; I am going to spend a whole week here." There was a mixture of dismay and auger in uer gaze. "But, as I was going to say, I shall make no effort to pry Into your affairs. Honestly. I am a gentleman." "I shall try to believe you," said she, the corners of her mouth broadening Into a smile. She condescended to show me through the rose gardens and tell me what she knew about them. It was an interesting lecture. And in the evening she permitted me to row her about the river. We were gettiug on very well under the circumstances. The week was soon gone, and Gretchen and I became very good friends. Often when she had nothing to do we would wander along the river through the forests, always. I uoticed. by a route which took us away from the village. Each day I discovered some new accomplishment. Sometimes I would read Heine or Goethe to her. and she would grow rapt and silent. In the midst of some murmurous stanza I would suddenly stop, only to see her start end look at me as though 1 had committed a sacrilege, in that I had spoiled some dream of hers. Then again I myself would become lost in dreams, to be aroused by a soft voice sayirg "Well, why do you uot go on?" Two people of the opposite sexes reading poetry in the woods Is a solemu Tlilc la nnt n nr ii-uciiltpd lit tllP uiauci. x u?o ?o ?.?? ? time, however. It comes back after ward. In all the week I bad learned nothing except that Gi'etchen was not what she pretended to be. But 1 feared to ask questions. They might have spoiled all. Aud the life was so new to me. so quiet and peaceful, with the glamour of romance over it all. that 1 believe I could have staid on forever. And somehow Phyllis was fading away, slowly, but surely. The regret with which I had heretofore looked upon her portrait was lessening each day. from active to passive. And yet was it becauseGretchen was Phyllis in the ideal V Was 1 falling in love with Gretchen because she was Gretchen. or was mj love for Phyllis simply renewing itself In Gretchen? Was that the reason why the portrait of Phyllis grew less holding and interesting to me? It was a complex situation; one 1 frowned over when alone. It was becoming plainer to me every hour that 1 had a mystery all of my own to solve. And Gretchen was the only oue to solve it. I shall never forget that night under the chestnuts on the bank of the wide white river. The leaves were gossip Ing among themselves. They had so much to talk about, and then they knew so much! Had not they and their ancestors filtered the same moon beams century on century? Had not their ancestors heard the tramp of the armies, tin* clash of the saber, the roar of the artillery? Had not the hand of autumn and the hand of death marked them with the crimson sign? Ah. the leaves! It is well to press them in books when they themselves have such fine stories to tell. "Gretchen" said 1. echoing my thoughts, "had I been born a hundred years ago I must have been a soldier Napoleon was a great warrior." "So was Bluffier. since it was he who helped overcome the little Corslcun." The Germans will uever forgive Napoleon. "But war is a terrible thing." went on Gretchen. "Vn? 1.1. (? lo n irriMit odnod tnr It teaches the vanquished how little they know." "War Is the offspring of pride. That is what makes it so abhorred." "It is also the offspring of oppression. That is what makes it so great." "Yes. When tlie people take up arms, it is well. War is the torch of liberty in the hands of the people. Oh. 1 envy the people, who are so strong, yet know it not. If 1 were a tnan. I would teach the people that a king has no divine right, save when It Is conferred upon him by them." "Gretelien. I'm afraid that you're a bit of a socialist." "And who is not who has any love for humanityV" "A beautiful woman who is a socialist. Gretchen. is a menace to the king. Sometimes lie fears her. At large she is dangerous. He seeks her. and if be finds her he takes away her liberty." All this was said with a definite purpose. It was to let Gretchen know that I knew her secret. "Gretchen. you are an embryo socialist, a chrysalis. as it were." "No. herr." sadly. "I am a butterfly whose wings have been clipped." I bad not expected this admission. "Never mind." said 1. "Gretchen, 1 do not want you to call me lierr; call me .lack." "Jack!" she said. It became an un common name now. "Whatever your true uame may be, I sliall never eair you anything bu Greteheu." "Ah. Jack!" She laughed, and th< lurking echoes clasped the uiuslc o that laughter in their wanton arm.1 and hurried it across the river. "Sing to me." said I. Then imagine my surprise?I. wh< bad heard nothing but German fal from her lips?when In a heavenly con tralto she sang a chanson from "Lf Fille de Madame Angot," an opera for gotten these ten years! "Elle est tellrment innocentel" She had risen, and she stood then before me with a halo of inoonshim about her head. The hot blood rusbet to my ears. Barmaid, socialist 01 whatever she might be. she was lov able. In a uioirieut I was kissing he] hand, the hand so small, so white anc yet so firm A thousand Inartieuatt words came to my lips, from my heart Did the hand tremble? 1 thought so But swiftly site drew it from my clasp all the Joy and gladness gone from hei face and eyes. "No. no!" she cried. "This must nol be! It must not be!" "Bui I"? 1 began eagerly. "you must not say it; I command you! If you speak. Cretclien will b< Gretcben no more. Yes. the king seeks Greteheu, but will you drive her awaj from her only haven?" with a choking sound. "Gretchen. trust nie. Slmll I go to morrow? Slmll I leave you in peace?' Somehow I believed myself to be it danger. "Speak!" There was an interval of stillness broken only by the beating of hearts, Then: "Stay. But speak no word of love It Is not for such as I. Stay and be iuj friend, for 1 need one. Cannot a worn an look with favor upon a man but lit must needs become her lover? 1 shall trust you as I have trusted other men and. though you fail me in the end. as others have done, still I shall trust you. Herr, I conspire against the king For what? The possession of my heart All my life 1 have stood alone? sc alone!" "I will be your friend. Gretchen. 1 will speak no word of love. Will thai suffice?" "It is all 1 ask. dear friend. And now will you leave me?" "Leave you!" I cried. "I thought you bade me stay." "Ah." putting out her hand, "you men do not understand! Sometimes a woman wishes to be alone when?when she feels that she?she cannot hold back her tears!" Gravely I bent over her hand and I.I 1 I* 14- ..........wl ?? | l.jf t|,. iHSSfU It. it .MTiuru iv uiv, uo a iw kMv hand fall, that 1 had never kissed a woman on the lips. 1 turned and went slowly down the path. Once I looked back. 1 saw something white lying at the foot of the tree. Heaven knows what a struggle it was. but I went on. I wanted to take her in my arms and tell her that I loved her. When 1 reached the inn. I turned again, but I saw nothing. I sat in my room a long time that night, smoking my pipe till the candle gasped feebly and died Id the stick and the room was swallowed In darkness. 1 did not know. 1 was not sure, but I thought that, so long as 1 might not love Phyllis, it would not be a very hard task to love her image, which was Gretchen. You see. Phyllis was so very far away, and Gretchen was so near! TO BE CONTINUED. Tom Corwiu'* Heady Wit. Governor .loliu Brough was once matched against Corwiu and in hla speech said: "Gentlemen. m.v honored opponent himself, while he preaches advocacy of home industry, has a carriage at home which lie got in England; had It shipped across the water to him. How is that for supporting home industry and labor?" When Corwiu came to the stand, he made a great show of embarrassment, lie stammered and began slowly: "Well, gentlemen, you have heard what my friend Mr. Brough has to say about my carriage. I plead guilty to the charge, and I have only two things to say in my defense. The tirst is that the carriage came to me from an English ancestor as an heirloom, and I had to take It. Again. I have not used it for seven years, and it lias been standing in my hack yard all that time, and the chickens have converted it into a roost. Now. gentlemen," with a steady look at Brough. "1 have nothing further to say in my defense, but I would like to know how Brough knows anything about my carriage if lie has not been visiting my nenroosu ? Cleveland Plain healer. A Mile a Minute Down the Alp*. The spot In the Swiss Alps that attracts tho winter sportsmen of Europe Is the Cresta run. at St. Moritz. which Is just one mile In length. The tobogganing season here begins about the middle of November, when the first snow falls. The condition of the run is not left to chance, but the slide Is prepared under the direction of a committee. Swiss toboggans in contrast to the Canadian ones, made entirely of wood, are raised on ruuners shod with Iron or steel. The expert rider lies prone upon the toboggan, head foremost. both hands grasping the framework at the sides and both feet employed in steering. Iron spikes are se cured to rne iocs or mo noois, aim uy trailing one or the either foot along the ground the big sled may he guided. But as tlds fashion of steering tends to diminish the speed the most skilled riders use the feet as little as possible and depend upon shifting the position. Though the t'resta run is a mile ic length, the whole distance may be covered in To seconds. At the steepest point a mile a minute Is made. Xi:' A stranger called at -IS different lunises. and asked: "Is (tie boss a home?" There was no man at home it any one instance, and yet 47 of the women promptly replied: "Yes, sir? what , do you want?" ' Miscellaneous Reading. f DR. MAURICE A. MOORE. 3 Biographical Sketch of the Author of the Reminiscences of York. ' t 1 Written for The Yorkville^ Enquirer. Maurice Augustus Moore, whose i "Reminiscences of York" have forsome - weeks claimed the attention of the readers of The Enquirer, was born the 10th day of August, 1795. He was the seventh child and fourth son of Alexan? der Moore and Dorcas Erwin, his wife. ? A sketch of his father, as one of the . first associate justices of York, forms a 1 part of one of "The Reminiscences." r His mother died before he was three years of age; but in less than a year r his father married Mrs. Catherine Mar. ion. Her father?Colonel Palmer?had 1 moved to York district from St. John's 2 Berkeley, the settlement of French ! Huguenots. Her first husband was a cousin of General Francis Marion. This " ladv was a woman of fine character and held, to the last day of her life, the p affection and veneration of her stepson. He used always to say that it . was the best thing his father could have done for his children to marry such a woman. He was also very fond of Colonel Palmer, his step-grandfathI er, who was a man of elegant manners , and often said that he owed his ability to enter a room gracefully and to ' make a good bow, to the instruction r DR. MAURICE A. MOORE. ' received from him. Colonel Palmer was wont to put the hoys of the fam: ily through the manual of etiquette as carefully as an old soldier would have , drilled tnem in the manual of arms. Dr. Moore was, at a very early age, sent to school to the Rev. Mr. Walker. 1 He was their preacher as well as teachI er, and highly beloved by all. There was a feature common to schools at I that period called "exhibitions," in which the boys acted plays, usually a * good comedy, followed by a farce. It i was in the latter that Maurice Moore ; showed such histrionic talent, old I school fellows would say, long afterward, if he had chosen the stage for a : profession he might have rivaled the i elder Jefferson in comedy. He had the faculty of throwing himself into the ! part he acted, fpr the moment, making it to him a reality. His quick sympathy, joined to a passionate nature and high temper, suddenly ended his early schooling. At 16 he was a tall, undeveloped lad. 1 One day his father, then in broken health, came home very much agitated and excited. He told of an altercation with two neighbors, in which he said . they had taken advantage of his physical weakness to insult him. The passionate young son, in a transport of rage, pursued the men and attacked i them both witn tne minu purpose or avenging the indignity offered his father. Fortunately for him there was not then in use the ever ready pistol of today. He only had nature's weapons of stick and stone. Of course two full grown men were too much for the youth; but in retaliation they swore out a warrant against him for "assault and battery with intent to kill." 1 His friends thought it advisable for l him to avoid the possible results of the law by his leaving the state. He went to Mecklenburg county, N. C., and taught a little school for three months. He always said, in afterlife, that he ; would rather maul rails for a living than to teach. After this he went to ; Charlotte and clerked in the store of his brother-in-law, Mr. Andy Springs. While residing in Charlotte he was a member of a militia company, at the time of the war of 1812-15. When men were called to fill the quota of the state, 15 was the contingent required of his company. The men were drawn up in I line, the order read and volunteers for the war requested to step out ten paces in front. He was the tallest > man in the company and stood at one l end of the line; the smallest man, a little tailor, was at the other end. The two alone marched out. Their valor did not count for numbers. They were I ordered back in line and a draft was ordered to obtain the 15. He would have insisted on going anyhow, but for the advice of friends. 1 In 1821 he determined to studv medi. cine. He used to say that it was owing to the counsel of his eldest brother that he did so, and also that he was a man of temperate habits. One ' Christmas he was with a lot of convivial friends and drank too much. He ; went to his brother's in this state. The next morning his brother said to him: "Maurice, you do not care for liquor?" "Not a bit," he replied. "Well, promise yourself right now that you will not touch a drop for a year. Then promise yourself that you , will not dt) so until you are thirty. After that you will be safe." 1 He made the resolve, and after 30 made a new one, never to take a drink , except when he wanted it. He was [ wont to say that most men acquired ' the need of stimulants by at first taki ing a social glass, when really they did I not want it. It was during the same visit that his brother suggested his studying medicine, and he was always grateful to his brother James for the ' interest and counsel, which lie felt (li! rected the course of his life for good. He read medicine in Wadesboro, N. ('., with an eminent practitioner. Dr. William Harris, and finished his medi cal course at the University of Penn. sylvania. He located in Yorkville and went into co-partnership with his brother?Dr. William Moore?who had ' already established a fine practice ; there. In 1824 Dr. Moore married Miss Adeline Allison, a sister of Albert Allison. 1 She was a very beautiful woman and I died two years after their marriage. > After her death his health was poor and he spent sometime in Cuba to recuperate. He was fascinated by the 1 climate, and always believed that in time it would be annexed to the Unit; ed States, in which event he was determined to make it his home. Even at that period the tyranny of the Spanish government and the corruption of the l priests was so great that he said neitht er life or property were safe, and there i was no law for redress. Life was so - cheap that he never went out after t dark without the feeling that he might be stiliettoed in the streets. Dr. Moore returned to the States, re- ta stored in health and resumed the prac- ^ tice of his profession. It was while a d physician he gathered the materials m for his "Reminiscences." He loved the a very soil of the old district. His quick 10 sympathies attached him deeply to the UI people with whom he was in touch, his infinite humor and lively imagination Pj, stored rich memories of much more connected with York than he gave in ai his articles. It was with difficulty he was persuaded to allow them to be written. The appreciation shown for N these memories of an old man was the w happiest incident of his latter years. In 1833 Dr. Moore married Sophonis- J? ba, the eldest daughter of Judge Nott. After his marriage he removed to Union county, and from that time did not Ll1 practice his profession; but devoted . himself principally to agriculture. The third year after his residence in Union . he was solicited to be a candidate for " the legislature and was elected by a very handsome vote to represent his adopted district. Perhaps an incident of this campaign may not only throw a light on the personality of the man whose character we've undertaken to sketch; but also convey an idea of the old-time methods $u of electioneering. Dr. Moore having so recently come into the district was, of course, personally an entire stranger at many of the precincts. A "big muster" was always attended by the candidates pi as a good opportunity to form the ac- at quaintance of the people and try to . gain votes. He, with two other candidates?one a native of me district, the Ei other a prominent lawyer, longer a res- R ident of the town?were ridiner toaether I late one evening near the point where the next day "the muster" was to take er place. They came to the forks In the ui road. Dr. Moore turned off from the c< path taken by the others. p. "Where are you going, Dr. Moore?" asked one of the candidates. Se "I don't know; but there are too or many of us together to thrive. I'll strike out for myself." After some chaffing on their side, 1,1 each took their own way. Presently he vi overtook a man riding along the road, to He checked his horse and began to { chat. After awhile he told the man who he was. "I'm sorry I can't vote 'n for you, Dr. Moore," said the man can- wi didly, "but I've promised Herndon and u Thomson to vote for them." Dr. Moore showed a proper amount se of regret, but did not let it lessen his m good companionship. When they came to in sight of the man's house, he said: "Dr. Moore, as I said, I can't vote for you; hut stop and stay all night with me. There's a corn shucking at one of he my neighbor's tonight. You'll meet ev- p erybody there and get acquainted." . It was a golden opportunity. Dr. Moore went. He sang corn shucking tb songs; he shucked corn on bets of gin- hi ger-cake and persimmon beer, to be t0 paid next day at "the muster." He worked honestly; but as the farmers ewere experts, he always lost. He told m Jokes, he laughed peals of merry laugh- th ters at the jokes of others; he ate . heartily of the supper and bragged on how good everything was. In short he P1 captured the crowd, men and women. ai The next morning he was the first fl( candidate on the ground. He bought out the gingercake and persimmon beer m wagons, and when bets were claimed, at lost at the "shucking" the night before, in he was ready to pay up. When the rival candidates, sure of the field, came, they found instead, Dr. Moore in a full C} tide of good fellowship with the crowd. On the day of election he had every vote but one, at that box. in Dr. Moore served two terms in the m legislature: but afterward never allow- ? ed himself to be persuaded, although ( often solicited, to be a candidate for bf any office. er His plantation in Union was subject la to malarial fevers, and he got into the way of summering for health's sake, at Glenn's springs. The place then was cj little known to the state at large. Not- rf1 ing the therapeutic action of the water nn rtiffprpnt riiapnsps hp hpfamp lm- * pressed with the great medicinal value of the water. In 1838, he was the chief in person in forming a stock company, with a capital stock of $15,000, to purchase the spring of Mr. Glenn and de- re velop it. Dr. Moore was elected presi- F< dent of the company. At once a large hotel was built and opened for the accommodation of the public. The sea- Wl sons were too short to make the invest- Bi ment a paying one. In a few years er the company went into liquidation. co The outlay, however, was a boon to suffering humanity and Dr. Moore never regretted the financial loss incurred ar in the development of the springs. th In 1841 Dr. Moore was elected cashier g of the "Bank of South Carolina," located in Columbia. He went to that city w to Jive; but at the end of two years ne di found that the confinement of bank life a{; was impairing his health and he resigned his position. ar After this he fixed his residence at pr Glenn Springs. To the invalids fre- bi quenting that resort he was helper, ... comforter, encourager. It was said that no one could be so ill, but Dr. hs Moore could tell them of a case similar lej to their own, only a little worse, who pa had come to Glenn Springs, persevered .. in the use of the water and recovered. His lively sympathy, medical profes- f?r sion and fund of humor made him a th factor hard to depict by pen and ink uc in the life of the watering place. Dr. Moore was a splendidly hand- Al some man, with a magnificent phy- Hi sique. He was six feet two inches in ar height, weighed 225 pounds, and was . perfectly proportioned. His step was elastic and his carriage erect even in lei old age. He was a fine horseman, a pr beautiful dancer, made a superb bow, en always wore the ruffled shirt of the old regime, had dark hair and piercing ar eyes, almost black. th To give an idea of what an athlete he tu might have been, one day at Glenn , Springs, while watching some young men who were jumping, he remarked: sh "Although I am now 50 years old I | believe I could jump as far." The ge young men insisted that he should try. 1-Ie consented. The elevation from ar which they jumped was a step seven m inches above the ground. His jump, js measured, was 11 feet and 1 inch, which was thought to be so remarkable a one that two young men marked it with a peg of heart pine driven into the se ground. The narrator of this fact jQ1 writes, "the peg could probably be found now if one were to scrape away av the sand which has washed over the no spot." th When the eventide of life set in, he began to read for recreation, but in a p systematic manner. When interested a? in a subject he read all he could find pr written from every point of view. In re, reading Smollett and Hume's History of England, he became interested in &v the history of the Church of England, a Further reading convinced him of the ti\ "Historic Church," the "Church Iden- . , titled," and of "Apostolic Succession." | Until then he had been a Presbyte- in rian, the church of his fathers. From th his investigations he determined to be- an come an Episcopalian. He was con firmed in tne cnurcn ai vriemi opniigs, which largely through his efforts had ha been built after his change of faith. tn In 1858 he wrote, as a labor of love, wl the "Life of Edward Lacey." This little pamphlet was published in 1860 and an was so valuable as a study of upper ex South Carolina during the Revolution, ' that Bancroft, Lossing, Draper and other historians, wrote him complimentary s letters, saying how much light it had t?? added to the subject. Numerous his- fr< torical societies in New England and ku the Middle States, wrote to him for copies to place in their collections. ra In conclusion, his unbounded hospl- esi .lity must be noted. As a host he b as cordial and genial to a wonderful p igree. His wife was a brilliant woan, a beautiful conversationalist, and notable housekeeper, and relatives 11 und weeks of delightful intercourse s ider their roof. Dr. Moore was a good friend, and as d Dr. Johnson expressed it "a good iter." He was cast in a big mould id was free of all smallness. g Dr. Moore left three children; two >ns, Maurice A., now dead; James ott, resident in Spartanburg; Celina, idow of Dr. T. Sumter Means. b On the 31st of August, 1871, in the th year of his age, "sustained and othed a y an unfaltering trust, t [ke one who wraps the drapery of his v couch bout him, and lies down to pleasant 11 ureams, v i died, and was buried in the grave c ith his wife at the Fair Forest graveird, Union county, South Carolina. Celina E. Means. v M'LAURIN ON SUBSIDY. * s immary of the Speech Delivered In the Sen- p ate Last Thursday. e c The News and Courier, of Friday, inted the following summary of Senior McLaurin's ship subsidy speech, b legranhed that paper by Richard H. ? dmonds, editor of the Manufacturers' ecord; , With the resolution in favor of gov- ^ nment aid to American shipping, lanimously passed by the Southern j Jtton Spinners' association at its ? iiarlotte meeting last May, as his text, t ;nator McLaurin, of South Carolina, n 1 Thursday, made one of the most t, illiant speeches heard in the senate v lis session. Senator McLaurin reewed the wonderful advance in cotn manufacturing and the supreme a iportance to the South of this new dustry. The South, he said, holds the ^ orld's monopoly of cotton production, pon cotton rests the future of this b iction, and the continued develop- v ent of coton manufacture is essential , a the prosperity of the farmers as well b i the general trade. Increased manufacturing means a ? ime market for cotton, which in comitltion with foreign buyers has dur- j. g the last two years broken down ie control that the foreign spinners . \d over prices and thus made the cot- ^ in producer more independent of for- ^ gners than ever before. Every new ill built in the South thus increases lis competition and benefits the cotv in prntvpr ovArv npw mill mopna om oyment for hitherto idle hands and h 1 ever-increasing demand for diversi- y id agricultural products. The cotton j; anufacturers ot the South, who met " : Charlotte last May, were the leaders i that great industry. They are making two blades of grass t "ow where none crew before. From a 1: isiness having only $21.000 000 capital \ 1880 thev have advanced it until now 'er $100,000,000 is Invested. Last year r uithern mills consumed over 1.000.000 lies, and within a vear or two South- g n consumption will exceed New Eng- o nd's. Hut this industry Is only in Its infan- u r. Southern cotton, worth in its p iw state an average of only about a 00.000.000 a year, though It will this j] ?ar bring over $400,000,000, Is turned ft to finished products in the world's b ills, which are worth before they j ach the consumer, over $2,000,000,000. fl or the domination of this vast Indus- b y, which has created much of the ealth of New England and of Great 31 ritain, an industry great enough to j, irich an empire, the South is now b intending. The men who are leading b is industrial army of the South are v nong her foremost citizens. Many of w em proved their devotion to the >uth during the struggles of 1861-1865, fl hile others are of the new generation, q it all are worthy of the highest praise d i captains in the great industrial p my whose victories mean untold a ogress and prosperity for the South's isiness needs. They are in touch ith the world's markets and they _ tve a right to be heard in the halls of jislation. The resolutions which they v tssed last May voiced the sentiment ^ en prevailing, and letters and tele- p ams from them to me tell me that ^ ey are now even more determined ^ >on the need of government aid to w Tierican shipping than ever before. h eeding this appeal of the men who p e in the vanguard of the South's inistrial army, the men whose work is g iding the South out of poverty into b osperity, the men who are creating ^( iployment and wealth for every class t] id whose success means so much for ^ e upbuilding of Southern agricul- p re, I am compelled to feel that my ity calls me to vote in favor of this ipping bill. t] Senator McLaurin then reviewed the ^ neral progress of the United States ( id the dominating power which it p ust hold in the world's trade. There not, he said, an important railroad u iron bridge built anywhere upon the ce of the earth, but that America b ts the price therefor. This marvel- t] js growth in our foreign trade has wakened all Europe to America's eco- ^ mic supremacy, and already manyof e foremost economists of Europe are oposing an industrial combination ;ainst us. With this marvelous ' ogress of the past before us, with our ^ sources of industrial development eater than all Europe combined, with (j population of nearly 80,000,000 of ac- c; e, verile people, unvexed by the ar- ? trary laws of different countries as Europe, no man can dare forecast jt e future of our country. But great g d grand as we are, we are depending ic on the ships of other countries for t? ndling 90 per cent, of our foreign s< ide. This is a danger to our country, si lich should be remedied at any cost, d no possible remedy presents itself c] cept by government aid. tl rhe ante-bellum South was giving eat attention to this question of the b vernment to direct steamship lines "j >m Southern ports to Europe, to the il; ilding of the Nicaraguan canal, to ilroad building and to kindred inter- lr i 1 j ts, and many conventions were neiu i qi letween 1837 and 1860 with these purioses in view, and so I am but taking ip the work of the old South In heedtig the voice of the business men of my tate and of the South. "FOUND IN MATH." ut Cadet Sullivan Was All Right With His Fist. few York Press. The hazers of West Point ran up gainst a "hard proposition" when hey encountered John Patrick Sullian, of Louisiana. He is the youth of nuscle and brawn who as a plebe shipped 30 cadets of the "yearling" lass and every cadet of the first class fho called him out. He was so busy t'ith fights that sometimes he had as nany as four in one day, and he nevr lost a battle. He was the best scrapper" the military academy ever aw, and, as a plebe, used to whip upier class men as fast as they appeard before him. When the committee of ongress asked if a "plebe" was not lways called out to be "licked," and sked further if that was not always lis fate, the statement that a former plebe" had whipped every man with fhom he had fought was testimony hat astonished the investigators and ijured the case against the academy. Sullivan was "found in math" in anuary, 1897. "Pound in math" means found deficient in mathematics." He herefore left the academy, but the relembrance of his prowess still remains here. In his "plebe camp" Sullivan fas challenged by every yearling who fas of weight with him and whipped hem all, sometimes meeting as m^ny s four. Then the first class was weighed in and met the "rapid plebe." >ne by one Sullivan won all the fights nd kept the doctors at the hospital usy. Scarcely a day but some man /as reported at the hospital with a isfigured face which he had received y 'running into a tree." Before July fcras over Sullivan was no longer the rapid plebe," but the "terrible plebe." He was a raw-boned youth from joulslana, and eminently built for ighting. He was not a quarrelsome feldw, by any means, but his name and ds prowess caused him a lot of trouile. It was a case of fight with him .s soon as he went into barracks as a beast." Several yearlings paid Sullian the customary visits and asked the isual questions. When the festive earlings found that his name was SulIvan they asked, "Are you John L. Sullivan?" "No," replied the candidate, "I am rohn P. Sullivan." After the usual instructions about he use of "Sir" and "Mister," they<^r. _ Ings asked, "Can you fight, Mr. Sulli-an?" "I don't want to fight, sir," was the eply. "But don't you know that you have :ot to fight to keep up the reputation f your name?" Sullivan said he would fight If obIged to do so, and as soon as he had i9<3<3Pri his nrcHmlnnrv promlnnHnn nd was in the "plebe camp," his flghtng days began. The first man who ad "deviled" him on his first day in arracks, was the first one he whipped, t can be imagined that he fought his rst day at the Point with a good eart. After that it was a matter of uty with him, and he "knocked out" 0 of the yearling class before he tack?d the first class. After Sullivan had eaten all comers he was not "deviled" y the upper classmen, and in the fall ^as the only man of his class to whom as given a place on the football team. Sullivan got his share of hazing at rst, and took it without a murmur. >nce they told him to stand at the oor of his tent and whistle for rain. Ie did so cheerfully, and whistled long nd loud. He never resentea any 01 he usual tests which were applied to adets, but the readiness with which he ut his opponents out of commission rere traits which made men rather ;ary of deviling' with him. The youth rom Louisiana was respected at the 'oint for his physical qualities, even if he academic board had doubts as to is mathematical ability. Perhaps he -ould have done better in "math" if he ad not had so much fighting to do. t is rather difficult to "bone math" nd whip lour upper classmen a day. ullivan's name is one which will long e a consoling remembrance among the >urth class men at the academy, for hough the days of fighting are over he class feeling is very strong at the 'oint, and it is always a consolation .to lebes to be able to tell tales of the hysical prowess of another plebe, even hough he has fallen from the ranks, lany officers now in the service are alii proud of the fighting ability of John atrick Sullivan. Plebe Sullivan was tall, muscularand 'ell built, with not an ounce of useless esh on him. -Every movement of his ody denoted strength and agility, and lose who felt the grip of his big hands lought their fingers had been in the iws of a vice. When he had his first fight no particlar attention was paid to the affair, s the average piece does not know nich about fighting, and it was taken >r granted that the yearling who had ailed him out would get the better of le battle. But Sullivan returned to amp without a scratch, while the earling, with the help of several of is classmates, went to the hospital for ?st, recuperation and repairs. Then was that the yearling class got toether and began to call out the "rapl plebe" one after another. It was ecessary, according to the code, to ike the plebe's conceit out of him, and > the series of fights oegan which realted so disastrously to the upper ass men. After he had whipped evry man of his weight in the yearling ass, it was decided at a class meeting lat he should be let alone. It was len that the first class took a hand, ith no better results than the yearngs. But, alas! Sullivan could not ?et away" with mathematics as eas y as he could with "scrapping" casts, and his career at the Point was rief, though never dull. It would be iteresting to know what his subseLient career as a civilian has been. \ *" . nM.