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^ ISSUED SEMI-WEEgL^^ L. M. geist & sons, publisher*. | % ^amilj Heicspaper: jfor (he promotion of the jijolitifal, Social, gjgricultural, and (tontmcyial Jntcresta of the fjtoglt. ~ ESTABLISHED 1855. YORKVILLB. S. C., SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 14, 1901. ' NO. 74. _ ? - f- - -- - ? NOT LIKE ( By Frederick Va A.utlior of "The ltrotlierho< of a Hi Copyright, 1901, by Frederic Van Rem CHAPTER IX. THE TKCTll MADE KNOWN. ClRAIG THOMPSON never drew a truer simile?and lie was PgpeJ full of 'hem ? than he did 3?3eJ when, wbile advising wltb Lisle, be assured blm that be could not throw a loop over circumstance and drag It along, a willing captive, as they did the steer, clinching bis argument wltb the additional statement, "It's got a way of slipping out and roping you Instead." It Is the experience of every man sooner or later to be roped In by circumstance, and, although Richard Maxwell had battled with and defied events all his life, be, like others, was destined at last to fall a victim to that wily foe which knows so well how to watch and wait. As soon as the guests bad partaken of the ample supper which Ah Sin bad provided they were shown to their rooms, for the fatigues of the day had at last forced even the vivacious energy of Erna Thomas to surrender. Then father and son also parted for the night. Both were strangely silent, and neither noticed that the other was so. The house had not been planned for 4 rtlmilorl,. l.oH fa. euieruiiuuicui, auu jjamt.uiuiv ? male .guests and their many requirements been left out of the plans of construction and furnishing. There was only one room within It that was at all adapted to the uses of a woman, and to that one? it was Llsle's?the young lady had been shown. The library couch was roomy and comfortable, and upon that Lisle threw himself after the others had retired. It was a much softer bed than he required for a good night's rest. Richard Maxwell's bedchamber adjoined the library, and the two were connected by a door, which was rarely closed, the portieres suspended from the frame above It doing ample service in the matter of Isolating one from the other. Lisle selected a book and read or appeared to read long after his father had retired. At last he put It down, divested himself of his boots, coat and waistcoat, loosened his belt and. having covered himself with a Navajo blanket, went speedily to sleep. During the night he was awakened. An unusual sound startled him. and he sat erect, listening, impressed wun me Idea that his father had called. Ho rose and tiptoed to the doer, pulled the curtains aside and peered into the room. The moon, now resplendent, shone In at the window and athwart his father's bed, and Lisle could see him plainly. "Did you speak, father?" he asked In a low tone, so that the sleeper might not be disturbed if he were mistaken, and. receiving no reply, he returned to the couch and composed himself to sleep again, lie remained wide awake, however, while hour after hour passed by, thinking upon those perplexing problems which refused sufficiently to shape themselves for recognition. The moon passed over the house and settled in the west. The heavens took on a transparent hue in the east. Dawn was near at baud when he was again startled by a repetition of the sound that he had heard before. This time he was not sleeping. He knew there could be no mistake. The noise came from his father's room, was made by his father. He leaped to his feet and hurried past the portieres straight to his father's side and came upon a sight which tilled him with sudden and unnamable horror. Richard Maxwell was lying upon his back. His eyes were wide open and staring. There was a deathlike, leaden pallor upon bis face, which in the imperfect light seemed ghastly. He was breathing, but that was the only sign of life that was evident. Lisle knelt down beside him, chafed bis hands and called to him. but the stricken mau made no reply except to utter that half articulate groan which already had alarmed his son. The young man procured restoratives, but they were of no avail. He endeavored to force brandy between his father's lips, but Richard Maxwell could not swallow. He chafed his hands, but they were void and deathlike in his grasp. Power of motion seemed to have been retained only by the optic muscles, for whichever way Lisle turned his father's eyes followed him with agonized entreaty. Dawn increased and developed Into day while Lisle worked over his father. but his extremities became colder and colder, so that at last, with that intuition which is born of parental love. Lisle knew that his father was dying. The eyes that watched him unceasingly while he worked became more dim as the minutes glided into the past, and death hovered nearer and nearer to Richard Maxwell. Accustomed all his life to being alone with his father. Lisle had forgotten the presence of strangers in the house, titiililnnltr lirt foinoMlliortwl Ilfl UUl auil UIHIJ HV ... sprang from the rooin and ran to the one occupied by Mr. Thomas, bursting precipitously Into It and shaking the sleeping rnau fiercely. "Will you come, sir. at once? Something has happened to my father!" he cried. "He is dying!" "Good God! What is it? What has happened? Your father? Dying, did you say? Shot? Ilurt? What is the matter?" exclaimed the suddeuly awakened man. "I do not know. Tlease come. I know that be Is dying." ETHER MEN. n Rensselaer Dey, id ol e?llonce," "Tlie Quality n," Etc. jselaer Dey. "That I will. Tt may not be as bad as you tblnk. Where Is he?" Mr. , Thomas had leaped from the bed and was rapidly drawing on his trousers. "In the room off the library. Hasten, please! Hasten!" "I won't be a minute. Call Erna. Nothing like a woman in a case like this, and she's worth a dozen ordinary ones!" Lisle darted from the room and hastened to that which was ordinarily his own. He rapped upon the door. There was no response. He threw It open and entered, arousing Miss Thomas as be had done her father. She started up with a scream, but Lisle's quick words reassured her instantly. "My father Is dying," he said, with more calmness. "Mr. Thomas said that you would help me. Will you come?" "Yes; at once. Where Is he?" "Come to the library." He hastened then to bis father's side, but Thomas was there before him, bending over the bed. When Lisle would have recommenced his efforts at . resuscitation, the Missourian waved him aside. "Walt young man. Has Erna come?" "I am here, papa." replied her voice from the doorway. Mr. Thomas raised himself slowly > erect and turned so that he stood bei tween Lisle and the bed. His kind face told what his tongue had not yet ut f tered. and Lisle crouched half down, awaiting the blow which was about to fall. "Courage, my boy." be said?"courage. You need more bravery now than ever In your life before." Lisle crouched lower and lower. Ills dark eyes sfared wildly upon the speaker and then grew diui. He did not speak; he waited still. "Your father Is dead. He was dead when I entered the room. Nothing earthly could have saved him. He Is dead." Lisle tried to speak, but his voice ' failed blm. He could not utter a sound, and he sank down in bis tracks limp, lifeless, insensible. Father and daughter sprang simultaneously to his side. Between them they lifted him from the floor and bore blm to the library, placing him upon the couch where he had passed the night. Water and brandy were near at hand. One was sprinkled liberally over his face; the other was poured, drop by drop, between his lips, and then, while Mr. Thomas ludustrlously fanned him with a newspaper, his daughter chafed hands and brow, but unconsciousness still held 6way. "Open his shirt, Erna," said her father at last. "Give the muscles of the throat a chance to act." She obeyed. Her father bent down 10 assist uer. tus ruue uuuus mm muscular strength tore the buttons away, and father and daughter started back simultaneously, stood erect aud gazed luto each other's eyes. They remained thus a full mlnut<\ neither breaking the silence. At last Erna spoke. "Papa, what shall we do?" "God knows! What, In heaven's name, does it mean?" "I suspected It last night; 1 almost knew it," whispered Erna. "I did not. 1 do not believe that anybody but her father and herself knew the truth." "She knew It least of all, papa." "Do you mean to tell me"? "Hush, papa!" "There isn't a woman in this Infernal neighborhood. I can't imagine"? "Yes, there is. I am a woman, and I am In the neighborhood?very much in m l Father and daughter started hack xlmiillaneouxlii. ; the neighborhood just now. 1 thank Clod for It. and so will she when site 1 knows. Do you think, papa, that be1 tween us we can carry her to her I room ?" "I can carry her alone. Thank heav' en there are no stairs in tlds cursed 1 house." "Take her there at once, before 6he revives. She must never know that ' you were with me when?when we ' made the discovery." "She does not act now as If she ever would revive." said Mr. Thomas as he took the unconscious form in his anus and with some difficulty bore it from the room. As. quickly as possible i Lisle was deposited upon the bed lately occupied by Erna, and Mr. Thomas paused, waiting his daughter's further - commands. "Now go, papa." she said calmly. "I will do all that is necessary to be done here. This falutiug spell will pass away presently of Its own accord, and 1 must be alone with her when she revives. There Is a great deal for you to do In that other room. You must rouse the servants and send for some of the men. The cowboys sleep In that building beyond the corral. Craig Thompson was known to Mr. Maxwell and to Lisle. I think you had better send one of the men for him at once. There doubtless are a minister and a doctor at Belmont, where we came from. I think another man should go after them. Lisle would like to have them both. I am sure. As soon as she regains consciousness and I can leave her 1 will come to you. In the meantime you must have your wits about you and attend to everything. I am so glad that we are here!" "You are!" exclaimed her father. "Well, I'm hanged If 1 am!" "Yes. you are, papa. You're a little rattled Just now; that's all." "Ema." said the father fondly, tak ing the youug girl tenderly In his arms, "you are an angel!" She smiled upon blm, kissed him and pushed blm from the room just as Lisle opened her eyes?the feminine pronoun Is again In requisition?and fixed them wonderlngly upon the figure at the door, and Erna went Immediately to the bedside. TO BE CONTIKUED. JtlisffUanrous grading. EMMA GOLDMAN ARRESTED. Woman Who Inspired Assassination Caught In Chicago. Emma Goldman, the high priestess of anarchy, whose speeches, it is claimed, turned to fire the brain of Leon Czolgosz, the would-be-assassin of the president, was arrested in Chicago shortly before noon last Tuesday. When Captain Schuettler and Detective Hertz discovered her at the home of one Norris, at 303 Sheffield avenue, she 'denied her identity. "Hello, Miss Goldman," said the captain, as he entered the parlor. "Are you glad to see me?" "I am not Miss Lroiaman. i m a Swedish woman and my name is Lena Larson," answered the anarchist, endeavoring to imitate a Swedish dialect. "All right; I speak Swedish myself," said the police officer, as he poured out a few questions in the Norse tongue. Miss Goldman did not answer him, affecting to misunderstand. Detective Hertz meanwhile had discovered a penholder with the name "Emma Goldman" engraved on It. "What does this mean?" asked Captain Schuetter, holding the inscribed holder. " It means that the game Is up," she said. She then admitted her identity fully and accompanied the officers. The woman was hurried to the police chief's office. During the talk which followed, Miss Goldman detailed as best she could recollect her movements since last July. She went from Chicago to Buffalo; accompanied by Miss Isaak, the daughter of the alleged anarchist editor under arrest in Chicago. In Buffalo they stopped two days and then proceeded to Rochester, where they stopped at the home of Miss Goldman's sister, Mrs. Hochsteln, of 213 Joseph street. Here they visited a little more than Ave weeks. The only incident of it was a short visit to Niagara Falls and another to New York on business. There Miss Goldman entered temporarily into the employ of a firm, the name of which she would not divulge. Business carried her to Pittsburg. She was in Cincinnati Labor Day and that night left for St. Louis. "I saw the police there Sunday all j right." the prisoner said, with a sarcastic little laugh. "But they did not see me. I heard of the arrest of Mr. Isaacks and his family, and other anarchists in Chicago, and determined to come here and see If T could not help them. Mr. Isaacks has not been in the country long and I \fas afraid he would not know what to do when In difficulties." "What have you done to help him?" Captain Schuettler asked. "Well, I have been looking for men to go on their bonds, providing the courts would allow us to furnish them." "Why did you deny your Identity?" I the captain pursued. "Oh. as to that, I was not quite ready to show myself. My friends were still in jail and I wanted to do something for them. However, you've got me; but what is there to it? They had me once in New York because I quoted Cardinal Manning, who said: 'Necessity knows no law;' but what good did that do them?" During the Interview Walter Nowak, who says that he is the Buffalo man iflon H florl P^olp'OBy. flSked MlSS Goldman If she boarded with a family of the name of Mendelwhite in Cleveland. Miss Goldman answered in the negative. She declared that she had stayed at the Hollenden under an assumed name so that the reporters would not bother her. Her manner was defiant as she was led into the office of the chief of police; but she disclaimed all knowledge of Czolgosz and his Qrime save that she admitted having met him here July 12. "Do you know that your words are what Czolgosz claims stirred him to shoot the president?" she was asked. "I do not. I never advocated violence. T scarcely knew the man. I was leaving for Rochester via Buffalo when Czolgosz had a few words with me. He said he had heard me lecture at some memorial hall in Cleveland last May and that he wanted to know me. He said he knew I was in Chicago and looked me up. I scarcely remember anything about him, save that his complexion was light." "Then how do you know that this man is the one who tiled to kill the president?" "Oh, I guessed that from what the newspapers say." "What did you think when you heard that an attempt to kill the presl- a dent had been made?" the woman was d asked. I With a wave of her hands and anoth- 1 er shrug of the shoulders Bhe replied disdainfully: o "I thought that?oh, the fool!" The a prisoner thus far had been growing t more and more excited, although she v made an evident effort to control her- 8 self. In this she finally succeeded and c launched into a discusilon of the teachings of anarchy. She declared that anarchy did not teach nien to do the act 8 which has made Czolgosz despised and a hated the world over. f "We work against the system and -?? ? >. _i ia a eaucauoil IS uui waan?uiu, sue oaiu. "It was early last July when I came h to Chicago to visit the Isaaks family," ? she continued In answer to an Interro- 1 gatlon concerning her whereabouts re- r cently. On the night of July 12, Mr. Isaaks was out of the house. I went to r the door and the man whom I learn v through the newspapers was Czolgosz, stood there. He said he wanted to see me. I was about to catch the Nickle *Plate train, as I and Mr. Isaaks's daughter were about to go to Rochester, t He went to the Rock Island depot with II us; but I was so busy taking leave of my n friends that I scarcely noticed him. It I was not a time when one would want t to make new friends. At the depot I s had the few words with him of which I I have told. That was all there was be- v tween us. I am an anarchist?a stu- I dent of sociology?but nothing In any- t thing I ever said to L.eon Czoigosz i< knowingly would have led him to do the ii act which startled everybody Friday." c "Not even in your lectures?" she was e asked. v "He says your words set his brain r on fire." * "Am I accountable because some S crack brained person piaced a wrong d construction on my words? "Leon Czoigosz, I am convinced, plan- 1 ned the deed unaided and entirely v alone. There is no anarchist ring 1 which would help them. There may t be anarchists who would murder; but there are also persons ir. every walk of I life who sometimes feel the impulse to t kill. I do not know surely but I think c Czoigosz was one of those down-trod- a den men who see all the misery which I the rich inflict upon the poor, who think v of it, who brood over it, and then in ? despair resolve to strike a great blow I as they think, for the good of their 1 fellowman. But that is not anarchy. 0 "Czoigosz," the Russian woman, pro- e nounced the name with the greatest * ease. "Czoigosz may have been inspired by me: but if he was, he took the wrong way of showing It." * Later in the day Miss Goldman was Interviewed in the drtitnan's annex at a the police station by an Associated 1 Press representative and a stenographic r report taken. Miss Goldman said: "I 8 feel sure that the police are helping us * more than I could in ten years. They 1 are making more anarchists than the F most prominent people connected with v the anarchist cause could in ten years. a If they will only continue I shall be very grateful, for they will save me lots a of work." r "What do you think of your own arrest?" she was asked. "If I told you." she replied, "it would ? look somewhat conceited, and I certain- 0 ... . t< ly would not like to oe guilty or mar. Not only my arrest; but the others 8 smack of the Haymarket. The police c are very much In disrepute all over the country and they wish to do something to clear themselves. They are trying to a make It an anarchist plot; If they wish t! to make up a case they may succeed." n "What man In the United States. In 0 your opinion, Is of sufficient prominence t( to warrant such a plot?" she was asked. c "I am not In a position to say," re- 8 plied Miss Goldman, "who ought to be killed. The monopolists and the wealthy of this country are responsible p for the existence of a Czolgosz. Jf 1m- ? perlallsm would not grow In this coun- CJ try; If the liberties of the people were c not trampled under foot, there would v have been no evidence." a Referring to the would-be assassin, h Miss Goldman said: "I feel that the J man Is one of those unfortunates who ? has been driven to despair and misery a to commit the deed. I feel very deeply 8| with him as an Individual, as I would ^ feel with anybody who suffers. If I had " ff means I would help him as much as I could; I would see that he had counsel and that Justice was done him." B Although the whole world awaited ^ Friday afternoon for bulletins from the ei president's bedside, Miss Goldman did a not care enough about the report that fI he had been shot, which she heard ^ newsboys shouting, to buy a paper. It was Saturday noon before her interest '' was sufficiently aroused to buy a news- 81 paper containing the story. She was a more interested In the arrest of the y crr\ onorr-hictq than in tho nraql-I^ dent's condition. Asked if she thought ^ Czolgosz's act was praiseworthy from her point of view, she answered: "I ^ am not in a position to say whether it a' was good or bad. It is bad for the man h who attempted to do it. I am not in " his boots and know nothing about it. ? What I don't see is why they should 11 make more fuss over the president than a' anybody else. All men are born a equal." p Magistrate Tries Himself.?The 11 Sun's special from Winnipeg, Manitoba, t] says: For 20 years Magistrate Court- S right has been dealing out justice in d this city, and he has been a severe S1 judge. The records show that in that e! period more than !>,000 persons have T come before him for drunkenness and a mighty few of them failed to feel the C( weignt or me arm or me law. But last Wednesday night the magistrate learned how easy It is to fail. A J friend from Vancouver came to see him, and they went out together to see v the town. They saw a great deal of it, 21 and after taking his friend to his hotel the magistrate was so happy that he T went out again to see some more. He P returned to the hotel soon after that s( md insisted on dancing an Indian lance in front of it, showing how the ndians can howl. The proprietor flnaly put him to bed. The next morning the magistrate pened court a little late. There was n unusually large attendance, because here was some idea that something ?>uld happen. The magistrate took his eat and rapped for order. Then he ailed: "Frank Courtright, stand up!" The magistrate stood up. Then he olemnly tried himself for being drunk .nd disorderly and fined himself $20 or it. "But," said Magistrate Courtright, ddressing himself, "for 20 years you ave been a sober and respected citizen f this community. In consideration of hat 20 years' of good conduct I will emit the fine." A burst of applause was sternly re ressed by the court and the next case >-as called.?New York Sun. WHY BOOTH KILLED LINCOLN. lonfederate Veteran, January, 1901. The Veteran of February, 1899, conained an Interesting history of the Ife of Captain John Yeates Beall (prolounced Bell) and his execution, erusal of that article will increase inerest in the paper here printed. It is aid that J. Wilkes Booth pleaded with resident Lincoln until late at night, ^hen the president promised to save leall's life, to commute the death senence; and that Secretary Stanton, on sarning of Mr. Lincoln's promise, said f that was done he would leave the abinet; also that Mr. Seward persist-At ? J li AU? 4 DaaII II uy uppuacu n, anu iiiai w&icii xjcau /as executed Booth went about taking evenge, his plan being that two seleced assistants should kill Stanton and leward at the time he shot the presient. Comrade F. B. Massey, of Hemming, 'ex., made the introductory report /hereby Dr. J. S. Riley, of Bloomfleld, 'ex., w-ote the following account of he particulars as he recalls them: In answer to your inquiries as to what know of the circumstances leading to he execution of John Y. Beall and his ompanion on Governor's Island, N. Y., nd the assassination of President Abe .incoln, I will say I was a prisoner of /ar at Alton, 111., in the year 1864, and scaped in June of that year to Canada, there became accquainted with Beall. understood that he and Booth were ollege mates at the University of Virinia, and that they were sworn friends, leall had undertaken to release the !onfederate prisoners (commissioned lonfederate officers,) of which there /ere seven hundred on the island in <ake Erie, near Sandusky. We joined . company of eighteen men (secretly) i Canada: went to Sandusky, and aranged for the capture of the war teamer Michigan (the only war ship he United States was allowed on the ikes as per treaty with Great Britain.) 'relimlnaries now being fully arranged, /e dressed as first-class gentlemen, rmed ourselves with six-shooters and owies, concealed In an old trunk. On beautiful Sunday morning we boarded he steamer Philo-Parsons at Sarney, lanada, and sailed for Sandusky as assengers. After dinner we went into ur room and put on our arms. Beall, ommandlng, assigned his lientenants 3 their duties. I had been assigned to urgeon's duty; but was ordered to apture the engineer. Beall himself rent toward our destination (Johnson's aland;) but we had a Judas aboard, nd where we stopped after dark to ike on fuel, he escaped In the darkess, gave information which defeated ur enterprise, and we were compelled a return to Canada after having been ompelled to take and sink another teamer, the Island Queen. We talked the matter over on our rereat to Canada. We landed at the lace of our embarkation and scuttled ur ship. Myself and fourteen of our rew went to Halifax, and Beall and his hief lieutenant returned to New York, here they were subsequently arrested nd tried for treason, convicted and anged. Pending their imprisonment, . Wilkes Booth, as the special friend f Beall, went before President Lincoln nd implored and besought him to pare his friend, and that he be spared is life. Lincoln promised him that he ould spare Beall's life if convicted, his satisfied Booth, and he conveyed tie fact to Beall in his prison. Hence teall was not alarmed for his life. He elieved it was safe, and Booth remalnd easy; otherwise he would have used II his great powers to have released his riend from his prison and death, /hen Stanton and Seward found that lncoln had promised to pardon Beall 1 the event of his conviction, they beaught him to let the law do its worst, nd with the promise to Booth, Lincoln ielded to Stanton and Seward, and did ot inform Booth of his change of eart, and Booth rested easy until after le execution at Governor's Island, hen, overwhelmed with grief and disr\nnlnImMif ho ewnro In his wrath that e would take the life of Lincoln if cost him his own, and engaged two thers, one to assassinate Stanton, and le other to assassinate Seward. They II three boarded at Mrs. Suratt's house, lthough she was in ignorance of the lot. She was hanged for being accesary to it before the fact. The night of le assassination it was planned that at tie same hour and minute Lincoln, tanton and Seward should suffer eath. Booth succeeded, Stanton's as lssin made no attempt, and Seward leaped with a light wound on the neck, hese are the facts as told to me, not s a party to the plot; but owing to my onnection with the raid on Lake Erie. The following manifold sheet, adressed to Colonel A. K. McClure, of le Philadelphia Times, was sent to the i eteran, place and name omitted, June 1, 1893: The recent accident to Ford's Old heater at Washington has caused the ublic journals to recall the circumtances of that lamentable event, the ; assassination of President Lincoln, and has reminded me of circumstances and impressions that came to my knowledge at the time, and previous and subsequent thereto that may not be generally known, and if correct will throw a new light on that awful tragedy. I was a Confederate soldier and prisoner of war at Camp Morton, Ind., and escaped therefrom in October, 1864. I made my way to New York, and from thence to Canada. I, of course, met all of the escaped prisoners who were there and the agents of the Confederate government. Among others I met Capt. J. Y. Beall, who was afterwards hanged as a spy. I was intimately acquainted with him. He was a wealthy, cultivated, and high-toned Virginian, and was an Intimate friend of J. Wilkes Booth. I ascertained this fact from Beall himself and others. They were before the war much together, and from what I learned were as "Damon and Pythias." I left Canada after Beall's capture, and went to Halifax, thence to Havana and Matamoras, and returned to the Southern States from the latter point. I met. after the war. comrades who remained In Canada. I cannot recall their names now: but gathered from them these facts?If they be such?to wit: That Booth visited President Lincoln In behalf of Beall to secure a respite or commutation of death sentence: that President Lincoln (always merciful when possible) expressed himself In such terms as Induced Booth to believe that there was at least hope of pardon for Beall; that Booth visited Beall and assured him that he could hope or expect a commutation of punishment: that the sentence was executed, and Booth planned the assassination of President Lincoln, Secretaries Stanton and Seward In revenge for the execution of his friend and more than brother, Capt. Beall. Somehow I have had the Impression made on my mind that the death of Joseph Holt was planned at the time; but that he was out of the city, and thus escaped. The fact that Booth stated In the bam where he was shot that he was Influenced In his act by public and private reasons. would seem to corroboate these criticisms. I have always been convinced that there was a great deal In this theory, because Booth and PreslT InnAln Tiroro frlnn/llw raihop than otherwise, and every Southern man who had sense was bound to know that the death of Mr. Lincoln at that time was the worst blow that could be inflicted on the defeated Southern people. I write you this because you are likely to interest yourself in the matter, and can find out whether Booth and Beall were friends; whether Booth did visit Beall in New York, though possibly that would be hard to do; whether Booth did intercede with Mr. Lincoln for Beall's life. I was in Mexico at the time of Mr. Lincoln's death, and as my Information in regard to many points is somewhat removed from the fountainhead, I send you this with the request that you let me know whether the interests of truth and history would be subserved by pursuing the matter further and reducing it to a form that would be interesting and valuable. I have no doubt in my mind, from what I heard in Canada from Beall be- } fore he was captured, and other sources, that Booth really killed President Lincoln on account of Capt. Beall's ; execution and the president's failure to v commute his punishment or pardon j him. ? If you think the matter worthy of consideration, you can address me at t Vainn Pltv Mtss Thp Interest that . you have displayed in endeavoring' to get at the truth of history in all matters concerning the civil war has caused 2 me to write you. I was on the expedition with Captain r Beall when he was captured; but did not at that time cross Lake Erie. He left all but three men on the Canada side, and with these was captured in New York. Of course, it is unnecessary and not desirable to make these matters public, unless we can do some good in the interest of truth, as I want no newspaper notoriety or anything of that sort. I merely want to know what you think about it, therefore write without reserve. THE INNS OP NORWAY. I'lnin and Wholesome, Without Any Prills or Furbelows. At intervals of eight or ten miles along the public highway, usually in connection with the skyds stations, are inns, where the traveler will invariably find the comforts if not the luxuries of life?plenty of food and shelter, bed and board. There is no upholstered furniture or velvet carpets or eggshell china; but always neat lace curtains at every window, sometimes in the windows of the stables. A luxurious American will have to deny himself much that he is accustomed to at home, and will encounter experiences and ? customs tnat are new ana novei to { him. But if he is reasonable in his re- I quirements and behaves himself like a \ c gentleman, he will always meet with a rj hospitable although a homely welcome, t The Norwegian hotel-keepers measure our appetites by their own and give you ? so much to eat, particularly at the noon t dinner, that you are stupid and sleepy all the rest of the day and snooze in ' your carriage when you ought to be ad- c miring the scenery. a There is no style about the hotels and I the service is poor. The household | work is all done by the landlord and his wife and daughters. There are no t electric bells, and if you want anything ? you usually have to hunt for it and help yourself. It is the custom of the country for the travelers to make them- ^ selves at home, and you are sometimes v compelled to look after your own lug- a gage or it is liable to be left. But you a will recover it again after a time. The v people are honest, considerate and un selfish; but unpretentious in their hos- d vitality. There are no iocrs on tnetr loors, for none are needed. Burglars ind thieves are absolutely unknown. The bed rooms are barren <5f ornanents and easy chairs that we are acjustomed to at home. There are no :arpets and no rugs on the floor. All :he appurtenances are plain and subitantlal, without any effort at show and ery little idea of convenience. The aeds are good; but usually the only :over is a comfortable seven or eight nches thick and as heavy and unwieldy is a feather bed. You can't tuck It in it the bottom nor at the sides and It is ilways sliding off to the floor. It is too much covering for an ordinary sleeper, ind when the nights are warm as they jften are, you are compelled to choose aetween a chill and suffocation. The pillars are another nuisance. There Is jsually a bolster of feathers about the fize of a barrel and a little bit of a four ay nine pillar an Inch or two thick, ivlth pretty trimmings upon It. The big pillow Is too big and the little one Is :oo small, and you solve the dilemma ay rolling up your overcoat Into a ball, md using that Instead. There is plen:y of fresh, heavy home-made linen, arge square towels that have been tvoven under the same roof during the ong winter days. The breakfast is abundant and often :errlfying. You are at first confronted ivlth five or six dllterent kinds of ?heese, an equal variety of cold meats, :inned fish, smoked herring and salmon, :old boiled ham, three or four kinds of :old sausage, strips of fried reindeer neat and half dozen different jams ind preserved fruits. Tou are expec:ed to partake freely of that sort of provender and usually do so, until you earn by experience that dried fish, soiled eggs, veal cutlets and other hot food will soon follow if you are patient, rhe coffee is usually good, and there is ilways an abundance of rich, thick :ream. There is no warm bread; but Ive or six kinds of cold bread baked from wheat, rye and oat flour, besides :he national "flatbord," which no Norwegian table is ever without. The dinner is a formidable affair af or the fnnhion of the ordinary Euro jean table d'hote, with soup, fish roast, salad, preserves and pudding, while 'or supper you get the same assortment )f cheese, cold meats, fish, sausage and ireserves that you have for breakfast, ind two or three hot dishes. Fish is the staff of life and salmon the mainstay. It is served In some form at every neal, fried at breakfast and supper and soiled for dinner, with strips of cold smoked salmon of a deep rich color on :he side at all meals. The lakes and ivers are well stocked with salmon trout, which are caught in nets and kept alive in tanks until they are seeded. Tou enjoy the first five or six neals; but after you have had them 17 >r 18 times In succession they begin to ose their relish. Beer is the ordinary leverage. Everybody drinks it. Claret md Rhine wine can be had at the larrer hotels; but never any whisky, braniy or other strong liquors. Local opSrtn nravnllB thrnmrhniit Nnrwav. and n the country districts the sale of splrtuous liquors Is forbidden.?W. E Curls, In Chicago Record-Herald. HORRIBLE DIVORCE RECORD. In Indiana the Marriage Relation May be Dissolved In Ten Mlnntes. The episode of marital Infelicity vhlch resulted In the granting of a dlrorce by Judge Dunne on Wednesday In ess than ten minutes after the application was died by the wife, naturally alls public attention to recent statisical disclosures regarding divorces In his country. Perhaps the most Interesting of these itatlstics, because compiled under state luthority, are embodied In the report >f the state statistician of Indiana. This report shows that during the year ending June 30, 1901, the total number ?f marriages In the state was 24,007 and he total number of divorces granted vas 3,000, or about 13 per cent. The livorces granted to wives were .1,967, 0 husbands 659, while 383 were granted ipon mutual desire for separation. It s significant that of the total number >f divorces granted to wives 792 were or abandonment by husbands and 901 or cruel treatment. The International Law Association, vhlch recently met at Glasgow, and vhlch gave up one session to a discuslon of the divorce laws of civilized nalons, reached the conclusion that there vas no hope of reaching anything like iniformity in these laws. In the case >efore Judge Dunne, in Chicago, where 1 divorce was granted in less than ten ninutes, it is notea tnat tne oniy cnarge (referred by the complainant wife was 'cruelty." The husband had shut a loor in such a way as to injure her land. It was very plain, however, hat both parties were desirous of a leparation and that the husband was luite willing to pay alimony to be reieved of his marital burdens. In this episode may be discerned the eason why the people of the United >tates must bear the national disgrace >f standing at the top of the list of nalons in number of divorces granted, n no other country in the world, with he possible exception of France, are livorces granted for such trival causes, rhe petty quarrels and disagreements hat frequently result in charges of 'cruelty" merely to secure legal separition would not be seriously considered >y the courts of many European counrles. In a single year the divorces granted n this country were nearly twice as nany as those granted in all the other ountries of the world. The divorce tatistics of one year show that in the Jnited States 23,472 divorces were ? in Prnnns fi 245 in Oermanv 6. 61. in Russia 1,789, in England 508. It will be seen that the smallest numler of divorces In any given year is redited to Great Britain and Ireland.? 'hicago Record-Herald. t'T "What is he going to do now?" ireathlessly asked the agitated young I'oman, with her eyes on the daring eronaut, who was clinging to his parchute. "He is about to sever his connection rith the balloon," replied her escort, to accept a position a little lower own."?Chicago Tribune.