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I 1 i. m. grist & sons, publishers. ! 3 /amilij $en-spaper: 40r "lf $n>rootion ?f "'c ^olittral, Social, Agricultural, and (Commercial interests of the people. {cop*mvkIck!?w!3!CK' established 18155. YOltKVlLLK. S. AVI'IDNI'ISDAY, MARCH '27, ti)01. ISTO. i>5. HIS INH1 -4 BY HAROLD Copyright, 1900, by Harold McGrath. CHAPTER XXIV. Immediately Pembroke and I Journeyed to the feudal inn. When we arrived. a mixture of rain and snow was falling. Hut 1 laughed at that. What If I were drenched to the skin with chill rain ami snow, uiy In-art was warui. warmer than it had been in many a day. Woman is infallible when dm w.-id< the heart of another. Phi'l- I lis said that CJretcheu hived uie. It only remained for me to find her. "Where is the inukeeper?" I asked, my heart sinking. "He is not here." was the answer. "Is her highness the Princess Hildegarde"? "Her highness!" he cried in astonishment. "She has uever beou here. This is an inn. The castle is in the village." "How long have you been here?" asked Pembroke. "Two weeks, your highness." Doubtless he thought us to lie high personages to be inquiring for the princess. "Is Stalilberg here?" I asked. "lie is visiting relatives in Coburg," was the aus.ver. "Do you know where her highness la?" "No." It occurred to me tlmt bis voice had takeu to sullen toues. "When will the Innkeeper be back?" The fellow shrugged his shoulders. "I cannot say, your highuess. The inn is not open for guests till March." "Jack," said Pembroke in English, "It is evident that this fellow has been Instructed to be close lipped. Let us return to the village. The castle is left." He threw some coins to the servant, and they rattled along the porch. "Come." And we wheeled and trotted away. I cannot tell how great was my disappointment, nor what I did or said. The ride back to the village was a JQ "Where is the Innkeeper?" I asked, my heart sinking. dreary affair so fur as conversation went. At the castle we found not a soul. "It Is us 1 expected," said Pembroke. "Remember that her highness Is accustomed t<> luxury and that it is not likely for her to spend her winter in such a deserted place. You're a newspaper man. You ought to be full of resources. Why don't you telegraph to all the uews agencies and make inquiries? She is a personage, and it will not be difficult to tlnd her if you go at it the right way." I followed his ml vice, and the first return brought nio news. (Ireteheii was at present in Vienna. So we journeyed to Vienna futilel.v. Then oomlnenced a dogged, persistent search. I draped my cousin hither and thither ; about tiie kingdom, from village to train, from train to city, till ids life became a burden to him and Ids patience threadbare. At Ilohctiphalia. the capital, we were treated coldly. We were not known. They were preparing the palace for the coronation of her serene hiirhucss the I'rineess ICli/.abetli. The Princess Ilildcgurde might be In Brussels. At Urnssels her highness was in Munich. at Munich slie was in Heidelberg, and so on and so on. It was truly discouraging. The vaguest rumor brought ine to the railway, Pembroke, laughing and grumbling, always at my heels. At last 1 wrote to Phyllis. It was the one hope left. Her reply was to the effect that she. too. did not know where her sister was, that she was becoming a puzzle to Iter and concluded with the advice to wait till the coronation, when Ureteheii would put in an appearance, her presence being imperative. So weeks multiplied and became months, winter passed, the snows fell from the mountains, the lloods rose and subsid ed. summer was at hand with hoi White boughs and green glasses. Ma\ was blooming into June. Still < Ireteln-n remained in obscurity. "1 shall be a physical wreck." said Pembroke when we finally returned to H , "if you keep this up much longer." "Look at me!" was my gloomy rejoinder. "Well, you have that interesting pal lor." he admitted, "which women :i rribet lovers." Tlii'listinu my cIImiws uii tin- T;t>I hurled my ?-lii?i in m\ haml*. ami slar (1. After awhile I saiil. " I <|<> n<>t he lieve sin* wants to 1m* fuiim! " "That has heeii my :? tliis Iniie while." lit' replied. I !i I imi w i>h t<> make ymi iu??tv ilcs|i<>ii<h ni than y?m Were." (mi' iimitiiiiu' uIhii I ha'I mnu u mi? wardlv i-alm 1 saiil to I!?i-<?U?-. *"!'! :i ip, i shall K" willi vi.u i India." "Here Is a letter I'm* ynii." he r?-??li?-I "It may rhaiitfi* your pin- " My mail sinrr leaving iIn* immiahs fir tirli] hail hrriilnr sn small tha' li rrrrlvr a letter was an event. Inside of thr envelope I disrovrred utily >i\ Wurds, but tliry lueunt all the wurld tu FfiS WOMIN - MACGRATH. ipo. "She Is lioro at the inn." It was unsigned. I waved the slip of paper before Pembroke's eyes. c i /a,.;,wl "JM1C I* I (I II 111 I I vi "Thou go in search of her," ho said. "And you will go with nioV" "Not I! I prefer tigers to princesses. By the way, here is an article in the Zcitung on the coming coronation of her serene highness the Princess Elizabeth of llohoiiphalia. I'm afraid that I shan't be present to witness the event." lie thrust the paper into my hands and approached the window, out of which lie leaned and stared at the garden (lowers below. "When I asked her why it could not be, she answered that she had no love to give in return for mine." "She may change her mind," 1 said, putting a baud on his. "Most women do." "But there are exceptions," he replied, regarding me with earnest eyes as if to read what was going on behind mine. "There are some women who never change. Iler highness is one of these. As I remarked before, she has no love to give me. it is gone, and as it is gone without reward she will make no attempt to recall it to give to another. 1 love her all the more for that. The game fate plays with our hearts is a cruel one. For one nihility there are ten unfinished lives. Her highness loves a good man." My hand fell from his, and I went over to the window. This was the lirsl intimation lie hud given to me that he knew the secret, the secret which had made me so sad, the secret which I tried not to believe. "You are determined to go to India?" 1 said without turning my head. I could find no other words. "Yes. It will be the best thing in the world." "You will promise to write?" "Whenever I strike the post. Marry and be happy. It Is tlit* lot of the few." MM...* I... ofo f.?. U.1(1,1,.| V 1,V* i I1UI infill 111- 91411 li u IVI .'V.4.v?v .v the way of England, and the next morning I put out for the feudal inn. CHAPTER XXV. I was passing along the highway, a pipe between my teeth. It was the beginning of twilight, the trysting hour of all our reveries, when the old days come back with a perfume as sweet and vague as that which hovers over a jar of spiced rose leaves. I was thinking of the year which was gone; how I first came to the inn; of the hour when I first held her in my arms and kissed her and vowed my love to her; of the parting, when she of her own will had thrown her arms about my neck uud confessed. The inn loomed up against the sky, gray and lonely. Behind me. far away down the river, 1 could catch occasional glimpses of the lamps of the village. Presently there came a faint yellow glow in the east, and I knew that Diana was approaching. She tos-cs loose her Km ks upon the night And through the dim wood bian threads her way. A wild sweetness tilled the air. I was quite half a mile from the inn. yet I could smell the odor of her roses? ilretchen's roses. It was a long and weary year which had intervened. And .1? ....... *1.H .'li..ef ?! ?? IIIJW ."Mil* U il> lllfll", a D1IVI l ?? fiom my arms. I(nt sin? did not knowthat 1 was coming. A million diamonds sprang into the air whenever I struck the lush grasses with my cane. lOvcrywhere I breathed the perfume of her roses. They seemed to hide along the hedges, to lurk among the hushes, red roses and white. On the hill across the valley I saw the little cemetery with its white stones. I arrested my steps and took off my hat. The dust of I Hilars lay there. 1 stood motionless for some time. I had loved the man as it is possible for one man to love another. 1 had not thought of him much of late, but in this life we cannot always stand by the grave of those who have gone before. He had loved Hretchen with a love perhaps less seUish than mine, for he had sacrificed his life uselessly for her that she might be mine! Mine! I thought. The lights of the inn cheered nit1 and filed the gloom. Should I enter by I altli or boldly? 1 chose the second method. <?retchcu and the innkeeper were in the old hall. I entered and threw my traps into a corner. As they turned and saw me consternation was written on their fyes. "1 have found you at last," 1 said, holding out a hand to each of them. The innkeeper thrust Ids hands behind his back and sauntered leisurely toward the w indow . I ii'olehell showed signs of embarrassment, and her eyes Were Sllldiolislv ti Ned oil the erncks v. hie!i yawned here and it,ere in the door. My hands fell mumiiced. "Von ha\e been looking for lis?" she asked in even tones. "Why have \. u?" \*i?I at her. at tl inn keeper. iIk-ii at my iraps fit tin rner ll was apparent thai I was an i'lltanier I stntol; my t<I in aiia?*t' ate! tie spair. Triple It..>| that I was! I was lit it 11ihit t.> InT. Sim 11a?i t<>i?l me >?., a it*I I had ii"t I "'I :?'Y*mI. w h\V" asked * 1st innkt-.-por. lutniti-' at.'ttinl "l li? P"\* ." >ai'l I. my v i? Ii*4*iii t.i'tiu. "tha' I .tin ait nilw**l<*?i!iif jptes! Is it ii"t >>>:" "< i|i. a> t'??r dial." said tin* innkeeper. ; i.|?--i*rv ihiT ?.'it ! Ii*-ti. "litis is a puliiiiI inn ..'i i;n- highway \!I wa\ faiers at" ft tM'.a'ssit v Wflfitim* " * <!ti. ttj? 11. aii'l pifpai" i:u a slipper.' sail I 1 "I am indeed lnin-.'iv. Ii.ivim: Jmit iu'VciI far" I wanted hit" ??it u! Ihe ruuui. The innkeeper, n puzzling smile on Ills lips, passed out. "Gretehen," I burst forth. "In heav, on's name what does this moan? I have hunted for you day after day, week after week, month .Iftor month. I have traveled the four ends of the continent. I have lived?oh, 1 do not know how 1 have lived! And when 1 do find you it Is for this." My voice broke, and I was positively on the verge of tears. "And was all this fair to her?" asked Gretehen coldly. "To her? I do not understand." "I mean, was all this fair to my sister?" "Gretehen," a light piercing the darkness. "has she not written to you?" "A long time ago. She wanted to see moon an Important matter, but 1 could uot change my plans at the time. I shall see her at the palace next week. Ought you not to be with her instead of here?" "Why should I he with tier? Gretehon laughed. hut the key was false. "Are yon not going to marry her? Surely it is easy after the king has given his permission. Have you already fallen out of love with her after all your efforts to make her a princess? Truly man is as unstable as sand and water. Ah. hut you fooled us all to the top of your hunt. Vou knew from the first that she was a princess, hut you could not llnd the proofs. Hermann and I were the means to the end. But who shall blame you? Not I. 1 am very grateful to you for having given to me a sister. And if you fooled me I returned measure for measure. It is game and quit. Time hung heavy on my hands, and the victory, however short, was amusing." "1 never loved her!" 1 cried. Where were the words I needed? "So much the worse for you," disdainfully. "But here comes Hermann to announce your supper." "1 shall not break the bread of inhospltality," said I in the bitterness of my despair. 1 gathered up my traps and then I let them tumble back. The needed words came with a rush to my lips. I went close to her. "Why did you humiliate yourself in begging my life of the prince? Why if my life was nothing to you? Answer. Why did you stoop to your knees to that man if I was worthless to you? Why?" Her cheeks grew red, then white. Her lips formed words which she could not speak. "Ilerr Winthrop's supper is ready," announced the innkeeper. "(lo and eat it!" I said childishly. "Your appetite is gone then?" iinperturhahly. "Yes. and get you gone with it!" The innkeeper surveyed for a space. "Will you kindly tell me from whom you received the information that her highness was at the inn?" I produced the unsigned letter. He read it carefully, while (Jretohen looked (tn nervously. "Ach." said the innkeeper, "that Stahlherg! lie shall he dismissed." Unhappily for him- that individual was just passing along the corridor. The innkeeper signaled him to approach. "How dared you?" begun the Innkeeper, thrusting the letter under Stahllierg*s nose. "Dare? 1? Ilerr," said the big fellow, "I do not understand. What Is It you accuse me of?" "This!" cried the innkeeper. "You have written to Ilerr Winthrop and told him that her highness was at the Inn. And you were expressly forbidden to do so." Stahlherg looked around blankly. "I swear to heaven, herr"? "Do not prevaricate." the innkeeper interrupted. "You know that you wrote this." "Stahlherg." I cried excitedly, "tell me why you wrote this note to me and I'll see that you are taken care of the rest of voiir da vs." "I forbid liiin!" commanded Grctehen in alarm. "As Cod hears im\ herr." said Stahlberg stontl.v. "I wrote not a line to you or to any one." "Oh!" cried the Innkeeper, stamping. "And you deny that you have written here that you saw her highness in the garden three nights ago?" (Ireteheii was beginning to grow terrified for some reason. I myself was filled with wonder, knowing well enough that nothing about a garden had been written in the note I had received. "I>o you dare deny." went on the Implaealde old man. "that you have written here that you saw her highness Ie the garden and that she was weeping and murmuring this man's name?" "Oh!" eried <Jreteheii. gazing wildly ut the door. The innkeeper suddenly took the bewildered giant by ihe shoulders and pushed hitu from the room, following him swiftly, and the door elosed noisily behind tliein. My heart was in flames. I under Mood all now, though I dare \<ay Cret eheii didn't. All at mire her 'lead fell on the hark of the ehair from whirh she had but lately risen. She was Wei-ping silently and deeply. I did not move, but st nMI wat diing her. drinking ill v. itli e\lilla I ion Ihe loveliness of a wiiinnii In IcJil's. Mil' was mi lie. ni'iir. luiiH-! Tlif iniikrc|M-i- Inn! imi r**:illy ! 11<i\\ u Iht In-MI'I till tin* llhrlll ill III)' i.*:i !" ! 11 In w 11 i -11 In* sn ;i.lli til IV till "1*1 n-i* In- I.ml *11: 111> 1111 his iiiiml 11 im I ll.iiu's '.iii- in ;is i! n \ shiiulii Ik* ;ii. 1 11m11 lit nil l! I ::Hullviiiniis linlr. Mi'll M I I:, - I I l!i..i ;! I S< illU'lloW fill' tin' lir.-i 11 m ii* in 111 > 11 l*i I fill u 11:11 is :ili. ! isi'i.i 1111 i- in <:iy, iml nil In m ; ii MinI i llI'l li li. (:! I im! In-r jiwsi v limit :.11 iinv. S iJ"iJ\ I 11 i-1 ii ?I\IT In In-r Mil-- 111 J km-ll mi In I I'l'rl. I lil'li-il tin' In-ill !' In-r miuu Mini |iivs.m*?I it In in.V Ii|is. "My |n iin-nss," I iniiriiMind; "nil it>iii--."" I !; >- ! In-r nnn-sisfin^ IimiiM. Tln'ii ! iiim- Mini jiiit my nrins Miuiiinl !icl . Site I iVIIlMi il. I'll! IMMili' Im *t'l'i'I'l to wiilnli'Mu "I swi'iir to ynii, iImi ? 'i 11, that 1 will ni'Vif Ira\ ymi auaiu. uul It' tin* king .slnjutil M ini nil aisuy against inc. which be will never do. since be lias commanded tbnt I marry you. Beware! It is a dangerous tiling to trifle with a king's will. And. tben. even if the king should change ids mind I should not. You are mine. I should like to know if I haven't won you! Oh, they do well to call you Princess Caprice! Oh, dretchen," falling hack to humble tones, "what a weary year has been wasted! You know that 1 love you. You have never really doubted it. You know that you have not. Had you gone to your sister when she wrote to you she would have told you that It was for you alone that I made her a princess, that all my efforts were to make you free to wed. Grctchen. you will not send me away this time, will you? You will be kind and hid me to stay?" "She loves you," whispered (Jretchen. This admitted no reply. 1 simply pressed my lips to her hair. The suits were growing audibly less. "I read it In her eyes," persisted (Jretchen. "(Jretchen, answer me. L?o you love me?" "Yes." I placed my hands against her temples and turned her head around so that those blue green eyes, humid and tearful, looked into mine. "Oh, I cannot deny it. If I wrong her in accepting your love, it is because I cannot help it. I love you hot ter than all the world. So well do I love you that"? Her head sank on my heart, and her sobs began afresh. "That what. (Jretchen?" I asked. "Nothing." By and by she said: "Keep faith with me. and I promise to love as few women can." Then I kissed her Hps. "Gretchen?" "What is it?" "I have an idea that we shall be very happy. Now let us go and make terms of peace with the innkeeper." We found him alone in the barroom. "Gretchen," said I. "read this note." As her eyes ran over those six words she blushed. "Hermann," she said, "you have betrayed me." "And when will your highness order me out to he shot?" asked he, smiling. "At sunrise. But 1 shall blindfold the soldiers and take the charges from their guns. I forgive you." "Now, Hermann," said 1. "till me up a stein." 1 held it high above my head. "A health! Long live the king! Long live her serene highness the Princess"? "Elizabeth," said GreteheD gently. "I fear she has lost something which is never to he found again." 1 drained the stein, and as I set it down 1 thomrht. Phvllis is so far away and (Tretchen is so near! "Let us go into the garden," said 1. For a long time we wandered here niul there, saying nothing. I was thinking that I had found a castle at last winch neither tides nor winds nor sudden awakenings could tumble down. "(Jretehen, you must never take up the sword again." "Only in my lord's defense," From the movement of her arm, which clung to mine, I knew that she was laughing. The moon had risen, the round and mellow moon of summer. The silver ndsts of night wavered and sailed through the aisles of the forests, and from the river came the cool, fresh perfume of the river rush. "And so you really lore me?" I asked. "I do." "Why do you love me?" "Because," said Gretchen. THE END. BRYAN ROASTS CLEVELAND. Scathing Reply to the Ex-President's Re- ' cent Letter. William J. Bryan gives Grover i Cleveland a hot roasting in last Fri- ' day morning's issue of The Commoner, i replying to Grover's recent letter to f tire Baltimore Democratic club. The . t.. .1 ..KM..,, If ,1. <1 I'll (*lft IS ("II III 11*11, rnr ... ward," and says: < "Former President Cleveland has 1 written another letter in which he ! gives expression to a yearn in# desire I to have the Democratic party 'return' i to what he regards as true Demoeraey and correct principles. His advice is so general and indefinite as to he ut- t terly useless. Mr. Cleveland and his | political associates are long1 on high : sounding phrases, hut short on defini- | (ions. "It seems proper that this paper should give the distinguished former Democrat an opportunity to suggest j plans for the Democratic structure which would he commodious enough to afford a place of refuge for him and at the same time allow standing room for I real Democrats. A reward of five dol- < lars is therefore offered for a written , statement, not to exceed filMi words, signed hv Mr. Cleveland, applying to < Democratic principles, as he under- 1 stands them, to at least live questions tmw before the country. "An additional reward of one dollar ' will he given for a statement, signed 1 hy Mr. Cleveland, explaining why lie considered his opinion on public questions of no importance during the re- ' cent campaign, hut regards such an opinion as important now. When the battle was on between the republic 1 and tiie empire between Democracy and plutocracy?between himetalism and iiioiiometalism?lie refused to say a word or lilt his hand in behalf of I lie 'rank and tile' for whom he now expresses such an affect innate solicitude. ||e j.s like a soldier who was de y<-rili.M| as 'invisible in war ami invinrl- : III.- in peace.' If la* will clearly ami candidly il.'lilie lla* I teumrratic princi|ilcs aliinit w hich he is su prune to talk, < t lie people call ileeiile for llielllSelve.S wheiher he is the same Mr. I'leVelainl who ttinid the treasury over t?i a foreign tiiiaiicial .syndicate and intrusted J. I'ierponl Morgan with Hie cuiuhinati.in of the K"Vernnient vaults, or whether he has repented of his folly and is ready !" accept the I >einocratie creed." i pisccUancous grading. THE PLIGHT OF GREAT BRITAIN. Is the Former Leading Power of the World Descending From Her Position ? While all the world has been watching f<?i' months the apparently approaching crisis in the destiny of China, says a Washington dispatch, it has not been so much occupied with China as not to realize there may be a crisis also approaching in the destiny of the great British Empire. England has so long been accustomed to pushing to a successful result its projects of aggression and conquest, and the world so much accustomed to expecting it, that general opinion at home and abroad was that the last move for territorial acquisition would be, as a matter of course, a repetition of former experience. But (he Boers have not been conquered. Outside of fortified towns, they still hold most of their lands, and not only have they kept on the alert the vast military forces opposed to them; but succeeded it.- pushing their operations into territory which has long been British. A most embarrassing situation for the British government Is the necessity of devising new and extraordinary means for raising money if the war is to go on. As has been intimated, the government financial extremity is so serious that it has even been suggested to depart from the time-honored free trade policy, and levy heavy tariff duties. This would be a desperate alternative, and yet it seems to be conceded that all other methods of taxation have been measurably exhausted. The last British loan was placed to quite a large amount in the United States; but the American holders were very much displeased when forced to yield to a shave on the low rate of interest paid them. It is not probable any new loan will find many takers in this country, and not to any great degree in other countries. It would be a staggering blow if the heretofore almost invincible financial prestige of England should be impaired. But perhaps worst of all is the contempt into which her military prowess has fallen by the failure to crush out the Boers. There is no doubt the government of England will stand much more from Russia than if the Boers were not on its hands. In plain words, it cannot afford to go to war under the present circumstances with any formidable power; but it is not impossible it may be goaded into such a step. Unless there is unmistakable evidence that the German Emperor will stand by his uncle It cannot be expected Russia will abate any of her pretensions, more especially as the French troops have pitched unceremoniously into the quarrel on the side of Russia. The bitterness of French animosity toward England has been abundantly exemplified for years past, and, as is almost daily shown, it is constantly on the increase. It breaks nut in Paris almost at the mere sight of an Englishman, and, as we are informed by the cables, the special ambassador of King Edward to announce to the French government his accession to the throne was openly insulted in the streets of Paris. Backed by any other power of influence, the French, according to all the reports, could sea rely be restrained from trying conclusions with their ancient enemy. The tremendous advantage which fSreat Britain would enjoy in case of war with any European power would he her ability to make it in a large sense a naval war. At the same time she would be subject to the danger ot invasion, Mome say inai in case 01 war. England might pass through intense tliroes of distress; but that the sturdy character of her people, her immense resources and her magnificent soldiery would bring her out all right in the end. It may be the threatening aspect of affairs will pass away. It is thought liere that the Herman emperor holds the key, and upon his dictum hangs the possibility of a terrible war or of an amicable or ostensibly amicable understanding between the powers. l?ut that the situation in China is so tense is to present the momentary contingency of conlliet, of which when once started, no one can predict the end, is generally appreciated. ... ? THE GREY LEGION OF HONOR. \n Eloquent Appeal to the Sons of Confederate Veterans. a ? ,1'u foiimr ,iti.-s ifjittier venrs the grey legion of honor becomes of faint r gray. more mist-like; the fatigue jaekets, yes, the brave dress eoats of tin- staff ollieers with their gold braid iiid shoulder knots, their purple sashes unl their polished sword belts melt with the years, nay, the days even. The legion of honor in grey is mareliing through the jasmine-lined roads id' mir beloved Southland, Hod's country, to the mysterious, the vague, the almost uncertain land where tin* bugle call of taps is reveille. The contemplation of this is enough to make us, we young ones, stop in our daily struggle for the advancement of ourselves and our Carolina and shed a tear. A tear! Nay, many. If a true heart heats in the breast of a Carolinian youth the simple, the magnificent story that our mothers gave us in our childhood of what our fathers did with sword and heart for Carolina is enough to make us head the knee and how the head and saturate the dear soil with a thousand tears. To be Carolinians, to be sons of these men, who are passing in the grey uniforms into the beyond, ami of these women, whose hairs are now of the beloved grey, is to he enough. To live up to the pure, the line, the noble standard of Carolina manhood, as has been set for us at priceless ;t that it costs no more to keep a good s cow than a poor one. and Mr. Vanderbilt is raising registered Jersey calves i, to supply the community. lie peddles d milk on the streets of Asheville like y any other farmer, and his competitors ?, have been forced to buy better stock or e lose their trade. The Biltmore herd of t Jerseys is one of the finest in the r world. There are 250 head of the f "(lolden Lad" family, imported direct d from the island of Jersey. One of r them holds the world's record for buth ter?an average of 75 pounds a month, s Kvery farmer in this neighborhood, il who has any pride at all. is anxious n to get one or more of these cows, and Mr. Vanderbilt is gratifying them as - rapidly as possible. r FAMOUS ROYAL TALISMANS. y Charms Worn By Various Monarchs to Avert v. Sickness and Death. Some of the most powerful monarchs p of the world are the possessors of taliss mans, the loss of which would fill them with dire foreboding and dismay. l TIlO OlltiO.fotl.. r.n.. ? T ..II ?1.A T?.. f cost, is to achieve the silent and hones greatness that is worthy of all that i nohle in man horn of woman. We speak only for the young mer for we are of them and with them an love them. Hut we are here placed b the hand of an unserutable Providence to enter a new and promising spher as the dim. grey line fades away. I is a new Carolina for us. hut for ou fathers, those dear old gentlemen n the fading grey clothes, of the brai and the sword belts, it is the same, fo do they not march even now wit] stately tread into the open grave a their brothers marched, proud am fearless, into the open jaws of eannoi or over the mines of their foes. Was there ever such a legion of hon or on the face of the green earth? Was there ever a set of men, othe than those who fought with Washing ton, who better fought for what the; thought was right? Here, only two days ago, a widov was unable to secure two living wit nesses that her husband had given u] his life for the Lost Cause?so fast i the dim line melting. We fuss and fume over the paymen of pensions. Rather we squandered i million dollars among the cheats am frauds than hold hack one from th thin hand that once held a sword be tween our mothers and the invaders. Columbia is arranging for a reunioi of the legion?a pause in its passing She should do herself proud and fo every hoof point of invader's horse, fo every stick of charred wood and fo every flame-licked black chimney tha marked the skies of South Carolina a the invaders marched to the sea. ther should be a young son of Carolina t< greet this passing legion with hat ii hand or with the exultant, fearles cry of his fighting father on his lips.? Greenville News. GEORGE VANDERBILT'S SERVICE. The Millionaire Has Taught the Farmers Val uable Lessons. W. K. Curtis writes to the Chicagi Record from Asheville, N. C., as fol lows: The example of George Vanderbl'.t' system of fanning at Biltmore is be ginning to be felt throughout all thi: part of the state. At first people re garded his enormous expenditures am the magnificent results with curiosP. and wonder; further observation sug gested that his methods were easy o imitation, and thus Mr. Vanderbilt'i highest ambition is being realized, am the object lesson he intended to placi before the eyes of the people of Nortl Carolina is being rapidly learned. To the stranger the most notlceabl changes are in the houses and th' highways. Formerly the inhabitant of this section came to town over road; that were hub deep in mud for si: months and beclouded with dust dur ing the remainder of the year. Now within the neighborhood of Asheville and running: in all directions, are somi of the best macadamized roadways ii the country, which are being extendec by the county commissioners as rapid ly as possible, but altogether too slowl: to satisfy people who have farm pro ducts to haul and horses and carriage: for pleasure driving. Before Mr. Van derbilt came nobody ever thought o building a road: but his example wa: almost Immediately imitated, and sine< then. I understand, nearly $70,000 ha: been expended in public improvement: by the people of this county, whict will soon have one of the best system: of pavements and highways in th* world. The architecture of the town ha: been undergoing a rapid evolution. Tr building a village to accommodate tin employes of his estate, Mr. Vanderbili combined art with utility, and produced a group of dwellings, offices. schools churches and blocks for business purposes as symetrieal and artistic as can be imagined, Richard M. Hunt, tht famous artist and architect, who designed his chateau, being his advisor Until that time the people of this community made their habitations without regard to taste, trying to get as large a house as possible, for the least money. Some of the architects imported by Mr. Vanderbilt have remained here, and their time is fully employed in designing dwellings and other structures and in remodelimr the oh: ones lit meet the improved taste of tin people. The well paved streets ol Asheville are now lined on either sid* with cheap hut tasteful homes. Mr. Vanderbilt sells the produce ol his farm and garden in the common market, hut the other truck farmer.* have been compelled to improve tlu quality of their produce in order t< compete with him. His vegetables art the best that grow, and are raised b> the most improved methods of cultivation. In order to produce similar results the farmers have pretty generally adopted his methods, and havt learned by experience that the Stunt motley and labor can produce from tlu same soil a superior quality of product and a larger profit if these methods art properly applied. Mr. Vanderbilt fur uishes seeds. slips. cuttings ami plants from his propagation houses to any oie who wants them. He does not give them away, hut charges ivasonahh priees. Tin* results are apparent it: tie* general improvement of the fanning community in this section. one of thi' most noticeable changes is in the preparation of the soil. Formerly the farmers used a "hull tongue" plow, which just sertipes the surface, hut Mr. Vanderhllt plows with a lonv hlade and four horses, and the farmers soon noticed that lie raised four or livt times as much wheat, corn, potatoes and other crops to the acre as they, They discovered that they could do tie* same and the "bull tongue" plow lias been discarded. He has demonstrated that nutritious grasses and forage plants not only improve the beef, but increased the yield of milk from the cattle. They have learned t . .... KUiiniuiK. Ci4.ll ill .111 lilt; IlUSKl.iS a constantly carries about with him a rl ring, without which nothing would ine duce him to move a step from his . place. Though this is really a fiction, it is believed to contain a tiny piece of a the cross on which the Savior was cru?. rifled. r The ring is supposed to be endowed r with some occult power of shielding r its wearer from personal danger; hence t the czar's anxiety to always have it s with him. Pelief in its magic influence e was immensely strengthened by the fact of the present emperor's grandn father being without the ring at the s moment of his assassination. The shah of Persia always wears a belt set with a superb emerald, to which he ascribes the same virtue as the czar attributes to his sacred ring. The belt is filled with onion peelings, the object of which is said to he to |. move any would-be-assassin to tears. When the late shah visited this country, he was never seen in public wlth11 out this protecting belt and gem. He " thoroughly believed that if lie traveled without the emerald disaster would s overtake him, and by a strange coin cidence it actually did. s It will he remembered that this Per sian monarch was foully assassinated 1 not many years ago, and it was a sin>' gular fact that he was not wearing the - gem at the time. f King George, of Greece, possesses a s talisman which is also a grim remlnd1 er of an attempt on his life. Just at e the conclusion of the war with Turkey i he was waylaid and shot at several times, one of the bullets embedding lte self in the box of his carriage, e His majesty's escape was so miracus lous that he had this bullet extracted s and made into a charm for his watch * uimiii. iit- wijuiu ihii pari wun it lor a - kingdom, firmly believing that, as it mercifully missed him when directed at ? him, it was designed to insure him ims munlty from assassination. i The sultan of Turkey, who lives in 1 constant dread of what has been des cribed as the "happy dispatch," would V not be an Oriental if he did not believe - in the efficacy of charms. His own 3 particular charm is said to be a richly - bejeweled miniature dagger, which he f invariably carries about with him. s Despite its virtues, however, he 3 takes the precaution of insisting on 3 one of his ministers tasting every dish 3 prepared for him before partaking of it i himself.. 3 When the late German emperor was i iving desperately ill at San Remo, a remarkable amulet was sent him by the 3 sultan. It consisted of a string of nine i stones of the size of hazelnuts, each of ? which bore an inscription from the Kot ran and had been prayed over by a Moslem priest. Accompanying this royal talisman was a letter assuring the emperor that 3 if he only wore It his health would be at once restored. The Ameer of Afghanistan wears a beautiful gold ring, to which he ascribes the fact of his having survived so long the machinations of his ene>' mies. He has been a good many times t reported dead, but, thanks to the mag ic of his golden ring, he still lives to praise its protecting virtues. Xo Chinese potentate has ever been wnimui i'i? j?inmun aiuuici. u 10 11? I corded of a former "son of heaven" i that his talisman was a bracelet which F lie wore upon his forearm, i The result was that, when his celestial majesty was stricken with paraly' sis, the use of that particular arm was i preserved to him, and lie was able to ' issue ids decree as usual. Hut the full ' extent of tiie amulet's mystic power > was only revealed at the emperor's ' death. Three days after that event, when 1 lie priests were re\iewiiijj me uuii.i, the removal of the bracelet was sug gested. Instantly the hand was lifted up in deprecation of the proposal, ' which was thereupon abandoned. .At ' least, so runs the story. 1 The talisman of the sorrow-stricken Kmpress Kugetiie is all artistically jew eled breastpin, fashioned in the shape < of a clover leaf. That has been her companion throughout her chequered ? career, albeit it has not always brought her happiness. ' She is said to have pinned it on her bosom before bidding frarewell to her beloved son, the late prince imperial, when lie left this country to meet his ! death at the hands of savages in South Africa. I.ondon Tit-Hits. Att.mt .Maxims.?Never tell all you r know: for he who tells everything he j knows often tells more than he knows. Never believe all you hear: for he who believes all he hears, often believes ! more than he hears. Never decide upon all you see; for , he who decides Upon all he sees often decides on more than he sees. Nver attempt all you can do; for he who attempts everything he can do of[ ten attempts more than he can do. Never lay out all you can afford; for he who lays out everything that he can afford often lays out more than he can 1 afford.