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l. *. grist & sons, PubUsher#. j % Jfamilg Jjeurspappr: 4or promotion of the gotitital, gotial, Agricultural, and djommeyial gnt^sts of the fltoplt. { """swom^opt!^wte1 cento*"08' ESTABLISHED 1855. YORKVILLE, S. O., SATURDAY, AUGUST 23, 1902. ISTO. 68. By SIR WAL' Copyright, 1901, by Sir Walter Besant. CHAPTER VI?Continued. Molly looked out of the other window. The post chaise was there with its pair of horses and the postboy waiting at the horses' heads. She would bn vp to make her stand at once, there fore. To get into the post chaise with that man would be dangerous, even though she was as strong as himself, and, since she was not a drinker of wine, she was in better condition. "I looked round at the house," she told me afterward. "I thought that if I could get into the house I might gain some time?perhaps I could bar the door, perhaps I could find that griddle or the frying pan of which I spoke. Or if it came to using the bodkin there would be more room for my arm in a house than In a chair or a chaise. So I had one more parley In order to gain time and tbrtn slipped out." "Sir," she said, "I give you one more chance of retaining the name and reputation of gentleman. Carry me back -"?1^ rniKuanpO nf m V ur eiBtr a n ill L iut fvu^vwvv W. ^ friends. I warn you solemnly that murder will be done before I marry you; understand, sir, murder of you or of your confederates or of myself." She spoke with so much calmness and with so much resolution that she aroused all his native obstinacy. Besides It was now too late. The news of the abduction would be all over Lynn; he must carry the thing through. He swore another loud and blasphemous oath. Heavens! How he was punished! How swiftly and speedily! Molly stepped out of the chair. Tom Rising, his bat In hand, again bowed low. "Madam," he said, "you are well advised. Pray let me band you into the chaise." She made no reply, but, rushing past him, darted into the house. She stumbled down one step and found herself In a room where the twilight outside could not penetrate. It was quite dark. She dosed the door behind her and bolted It, finding a bolt In the usual place. Then she waited a moment, thinking what sHe~could do next. A rustling and a footstep showed that she was not alone. "Who is there?" she cried. "Is there no light?" She beard the striking of flint and steel; she saw the sputtering yellow light of a match, and by Its flickering she discerned an old woman trying to light a candle ?n rushlight In a tin frame, with holes at the sides. Molly looked quietly round the room. A knife lay on the table. She took it up. It was one of the rough clasp knives used by rustics when they eat their dinners under the hedge. She stepped forward and took the light from the old woman's hand. "Quick!" she said. "Who is In the house?" "No one except myself. He said the house was to be kep' clear tonight" "Can they get in?" "They can kick the house down If they like; It's so old and crazy." "Is there an upper room?" The old woman pointed to the far corner. Molly now perceived that the place was the kitchen, the taproom, the sitting room and all. A table was In the middle; r settle was standing beside the empty fireplace; there was a bench or two; mugs and cups of wood, pewter and common ware stood on the mantelshelf; a side of bacon hung in the chimney. In the corner to which the old woman pointed was a ladder. Molly ran across the room. At the top of the ladder there was a square opening large enough for her passage. She went up and found herself by the dim rushlight in an upper chamber the floor of which was covered with flock beds laid on the boards. There was one small frame of glass in the roof, a window which was not made to open. The place reeked with foul air worse than the orlop deck or the hold after a voyage. Dowu below she heard her captor kicking at the door. Apparently the old woman drew back the bolt, for he came In noisily and swearing horribly. Apparently the old woman pointed to the ladder, or perhaps the glimmer from the room above guided him. He came to the ladder and tried persuasion. "Molly, my dear," he cried, "come down, come down! I won't harm you. Upon my honor I will not. I want only to put you into the chaise and carry you off to be married. Molly, you are the loveliest girl In the county. Molly, I say. there is nobody can hold a candle to you. Molly. I will make you as happy as the day is long. Molly. I love inn tun tlmpa flq well n<a Hint nrmirl lord. He will not marry you. There Isn't a man In all the company I will not fight for your sake. Don't think I will let any other man have you. Confound It. Molly, why don't you answer?" For now she kept silence. The more he parleyed the more time she gained. But she found one or two loose boards that had been used for laying In trestles for the support of the flock beds. She laid them across the trapdoor. Then' was. however, nothing to keep them down. Then Tom Rising began to swear at the old woman. "You fool! You blundering, silly, jenny ass of a fool! What the devil did you give her the candle for?" "I didn't give It. She took It." rEIt BEHANT. "Go get another candle, then." "There are no more candles, master," said the old woman In her feeble voice. "She's got the only one." "Molly. If you won't come down, I , shall force my way up." . Still she kept silence. He took two steps up the ladder and ( lifted the boards, showing the fingers of his left hand. Molly applied her ' knife gently, but dexterously; but it touched the bone and taught him what . to expect. He drew back with a cry of rage. "Come down," he said, "or It will be worse for you. Come down, I say." He had not reckoned on a knife and on the girl's courage In using it. "You have no food up there," he went on. "Your window is only a light in the roof looking away from the road. No one from Lynn will come this way. If they do, they will see nothing. You had better come down. Molly, I shall wait here for a month. I shall starve you out. Do you hear? I will%set fire * to the thatch and burn you out! You shall come down!" So he raved nnd raged. Meantime the two chairmen, who were his own servants, stood pole in hand, one in front of the house and one behind, to prevent an escape, but this was 1m- , possible, because the room, as you have heard, had no other window than a small, square opening in the roof, in which was fitted a piece of coarse, common glass. "Jack," she told me, "when he talk- ^ ed of setting fire to the thatch, I confess I trembled, because, you see. my ^ knife would not help me there, and, Indeed, 1 think he would have done It, because he was like one that has gone mad with rage. He was like a mad bull. lie stormed; he raged; he cursed and swore; he called me all the names c you ever heard of, such names as the ?? 11 ? ?*' ? ^ '1 OHfAAthno??ta nrhan 1SU11UI5 I'UI! Ult-ll omriutuno they nre In a rage with them, and then he called me all the endearing names, such as loveliest of my sex, fairest nymph, tenderest beauty. What a man! What a man!" Meantime she made no answer whatever, and the darkness and the silence and the obstinacy of the girl were driving the unfortunate lover to a kind of madness, and I know not what would have happened, "Molly," he said, "willy nilly, down you come. I shall tear down the thatch. I would burn you out, but I would not spoil your beauty. I shall tear down the thatch, and my men shall carry you down." Then Molly made answer. "I have a knife in my possession. Do nn* tMnb Hint I nni nfrnhl to use It. The tirst man who lays hands on me I will kill, whether It is you or your j servants." "That we shall see. Look you. Molly, ^ you are only a merchant's daughter, i and I am a gentleman. Do you think I value that compared with marrying you? Not one whit. When we are t married, I will buy more land. I will \ be the greatest landowner of the whole a county. Sir Robert will make me sher- s Iff. I will go into parliament. Molly, t he will make me a peer. Come down, li I say." f But she spoke no more. t Then he lost control of himself and t for awhile stamped and swore, threat- e ened and cursed. "You will have it, y then? Here, John, go and look for a t ladder. There's always a ladder in the back yard. Put It up against the a thatch. Tear it down. Make a hole in 1 the roof. Tear off the whole roof." c The man propped his chair pole against the door and went round to C look for the ladder and to obey orders, c "So." Molly told me, "I was besieged. t Mr. Rising was below, but I had my t knife, nnd he was afraid to venture up c the steps I heard the men clumpiug about outside. I heard them plant the " ladder and climb up. Now, a country- n man who understands a thatch is able r to tear it off very quickly, either to v make or mend a hole or to tear down the roof altogether, and I feared that I v must use my knife seriously. Was ever woman more barbarously abused? e Well. I waited. By the quick tearing g away of the straw I saw that the fel- f low on the ladder knew how to thatch c a rick or a cottage. In a few minutes v there would be a hole big enough for r half a dozen men to enter. Jack," her cheek flushed and her eye brightened, r "God forgive me, but I made up my a mind the moment that man stepped v within the room to plunge my knife t into Ills heart." However, this last act of defense was t not necessary. I "Master." cried the postboy, who waa li waitiug with the chaise?"master, here f be men 011 horseback, galloping. I g doubt they are coming after the lady." p Torn Rising stepped to the door and t looked down the road. The day was r already beginning to break. He saw ji In the dim light a company of horse- f men galloping along the road. It waa t a bad read, and there bad been rain, so t that the horses went heavily. They e were very near. In a few moments v they would be upon him. He looked at r the chaise. He made one more effort, li "Molly." he said, "come down quick, li There is Just time. Let us have no more fooling." t A*gain she made no reply. Knife In v hand, with crimson cheek and set lips, v she watched the hole In the thatch and b the man tearing It away. x Tom Rising swore again most bias phemously. Then, seeing that the game was lost, he loosened his sword In Its scabbard and stepped into the middle of the road. CHAPTER VII. TIIE PUNISHMENT. mmLI MUST admit that In the conduct of this af MM ifl fair Lord Fyllngdale [ffn II showed both coolness and resolution. The news that the heIre8g '/wf ft* of Lynn had been ab it n I ducted spread immedi ' * * ' mi 1.^1 ateiy tnrougn tne rooms. iue wuuit company flocked to the doors, where Lord Fyllngdale stood calm and with 3Ut passion, while beside him the old ;aptain stamped and cursed the villains inknown. He called Molly's chairmen. Whal bad those fellows seen? They said thai Lhey were waiting by orders; that an< ither chair stood before them at the loor, the bearers of which were stranjers to them, a fact which at thla crowded season occurred constantly; hat a gentleman whose name they vnew not, but whom they bad seen In lie streets and at the assembly, mostly Irunk, bad come out hastily and spoken to these chairmen; that Ills lordship himself had handed the lady into the chair aud closed the doors, to their istonishmeut, because they were themselves waiting for the lady, and that he chair was carried off instantly, caving them in bewilderment, not cnowing what to do. He asked them next for a closer description of the gentleman. He was roung, it appeared. He was red in the 'ace. He looked masterful. He cursed he chairmen in a very free and noble nanner. One of the chairmen gave him lis sword to wear, whl.ch is not pernltted In the assembly. He was swearug all the time, as if in great wrath. "My lord," a gentleman interrupted, 'the description tits Tom Rising." "Has Mr. Rising been seen in the assembly this evening?" "He was not only here, but he danced vith the lady." "Is he here now? Let some one look or Mr. Rising." There was 110 need to look for him, >ecause the rooms, even the cardroom, vas now empty, all the people being rowded about the doors. "Where does he lodge? Let some one ;o to Ills lodgings." "With submission, my lord." said anither. "It is not at his lodgings that atBnumcunuimfninin' I l ie will be found. After tlie assembly ie goes to the Rose tavern, where he Irluks all night." "Let some one go to the Rose tavern, hen. and quickly. Captain Crowle, we vill go to the Crown while Inquiries re made. Gentlemen, there is great uspicion that an abominable crime lath been committed and this young ady bath been forcibly carried away or the sake of her fortune. I take lame to myself for not making sure hat I was placing her In her own hair. This is my business. But I ask our help for the honor of the spa and he company." A dozen gentlemen stopped forward nd offered their help and their swords, f necessary. Among them was Cololel Lanyon. "Come, then; let us adjourn to the Jrown and make inquiries. Be of good heer, captain. We will find out which ray they took. If they have nothing >ut the chair to carry her away, we an easily catch them up." "1 know my girl," said the captain. It is not one man who can daunt her, lor will a dozen men force her to mary against her will. If they try, there rill be murder." "If we cannot find the way they took, re must scour the country." At the gates of the garden they learnd that the keeper had seen the chair ;o out and observed that it was closely ollowed by a gentleman whom he nnl'l ?nlr /tooorlho 1w hla hplirht V/U4VJ V...J WVWV..MV o > vhieb was taller than the average. Cow. Tom Rising was six feet at least. At the Crown, in Lord Fylingdale's oom. they held a brief consultation, fter which the gentlemen who had olunteered their help went out into he town to make inquiries. In a few minutes they began to reurn. It was ascertained that Tom Using was not at Ids lodging, nor was ie at the Rose tavern, nor could he be ound at any of the taverns used by ;entletnen. This strengthened the suspicion against him. Then one reinemlered the strange words of the early Doming in which Torn Rising bad promised his friends that he would beore the next day was done be the riehst man in the county ? rich enough o play with them until he had stripped very man as bare as Adam. Those I'ords were taken as mere drunken avings. Rut now they seemed to have ind a meaning. Where was Tom Rlsug? Another discovery was that of the wo men belonging to the chair In vhlch Molly was carried off. They vere found lu one of the low taverns iy the riverside drinking. One of them vas already too far gone to speak; the other, with a. stronger head, was ? able to give Information, which he was ' quite ready to do. A gentleman, he ? said, had engaged the chair and had given them a guinea to drink If they would suffer him to find his own chairmen. His description of the gentleman corresponded with that already furnished. He spoke of a tall gentleman with a flushed face and rough manner of speech. He knew nothing more except that two men, strangers to himself, had taken the chair and carried It off. "(ientleraen." said bis lordship, "there can be, I fear, no doubt The abduction of Miss Molly has been designed and attempted by Mr. Rising. Fortunately he cannot have gone very far. It remains for us to And the road which be has taken." They fell to couslderlng the various roads which lead out of the town. There Is the highroad to Ely Cambridge and Loudon, but to carry a chair with an unwilling lady In It on the highroad, frequented by night as well as by day with travelers of all kinds and strings of pack horses, would be ridiculous. There was the road which led to the vllluges on the east side of the Wash. There was also the road to Swaffbnm and Norwich. "I am of opinion," said one of the gentlemen, "that he has fixed on some lonely place not far from Lynn where he can make her prisoner until she complies with bis purpose and con sents to marry him." Captain Crowle shook his head. "She would never cpnsent," he said. "My girl is almost as strong as any man i and quite as resolute. There will be , murder (f this villain attempts vioI lenee." , Just then the landlady of the Crown threw open the door'and burst in. "Oh, gentlemen, gentlemen," she cried. "I have found out where they are gone! Ride after them! Ride after them, quick, before worse mischief 13 done. 1 have ordered all the horses in the stables to be saddled. There are eight. Quick, gentlemen! Ride after them!" "Quick, quick!" said his lordship. "Where are they? Where are they ?' The captain sprang up. "They are on their way. They cannot be there yet." "But where? Where?" "Mr. Rising ordered a post chaise to wait for him at 10 o'clock." "He left the gardens," said his lordship. "about that time. Go on." "He ordered it at the Duke's Head. The postboy told the hostler bis orders. He was to wait for Mr. Rising at tba Traveler's Rest on the way to Wootten." "The Traveler's Rest? What kind of place is that?" "It is a ba4' puce, my lord?a villainous place on a lonely road up and down which there is little traveling. It is a resort of peddlers, tinkers and the like, gypsies, vagabonds, footpads and rogues. It Is no place for a young lady." "It is not, Indeed," said one of the gentlemen. "Gentlemen," the landlady repeated, "ride after him! Ride after them! Oh, the sweet Miss Molly!" "Are the horses ready?" "They will be ready in a minute." "Gentlemen, there are, you hear, eight horses. Captain Crowle will tak? one. 1 will take another. The remaining six are at your disposal. I shall feel honored If you will accompany me, but on one condition, if you will allow me to make a condition. The man will fight. I suppose?" "Tom Rising," one of them replied, "would fight the devil." "One could desire nothing better. The condition is that when we over* take Mr. Rising you will leave him to me. That is understood?" "My lord, we cannot, by your leave, allow your valuable life to be at the hazard of a duel with a man both desperate and reckless." "I shall take care of myself, I assure you. Meantime, If I fall, I name Colonel Lanyon to succeed me, and aftei him. should he, too. unhappily fall, you will yourselves name his successor. Gentlemen, we must rescue the lady, and we must punish the abductor. I hear the horses. Come." TO BE CONTINUED. PUSS AND HER BABY RAT. She Retimed to Eat the YounK?ter H _ nml Renreil It an Her Own OITMprlnff. Tabby, our old cat, lived in the barn with her family of kittens. She made her home in the stall of Dandy, one of the farm horses and the kittens were always under his feet. But Dandy was fond of cats, and in some miraculous way avoided harming his guests. One day I noticed a young rat, about the size of a full-grown mouse, running about the stall with the kittens. Surprised that Tabby did not notice it, I caught her and held her nose down to it. She licked its face and then walked away. One morning, perhaps a week later, I found Tabby and her family established on a flower bed near the kitchen door. I gathered the kittens into my apron, and as I lifted the last one I uncovered the rat. It was taking its breakfast just as naturally and contentedly as the kitten, but when Tabby got up the little thing scurried away unto the sweet peas. I carried the kittens to the granary and put them in a corner on a pile of empty sacks. When I turned round Tabby was just coming in the door with her foster baby in her mouth. She put it down in the corner with the Kittens, but it immediately hid under the sacks. I placed a saucerful of milk on the floor and stood back out of sight to watch developments. Tabby, after laping it a moment, called her family. The kittens responded slowly, and then the tiny rat darted from its hiding place under the sacks and scrambled over the edge of the saucer, head foremost into the milk. When it climbed out Tabby attended to its toilet, licking the milk all off. After she had finished the rat didn't look much larger than the first joint of a man's thumb, but it sat up on its haunches and washed its face, head and ears in the most comical way. We were all interested in this most unnatural adoption, but one morning the queer foster nursling was missing, and we never knew what became of it.?Edinburg Scotsman. pisrttlaneouji fading. JOKES OX THE CANDIDATES. Each One of Them Enjoy* Them a* Much a* Do Their Opponent*. The good will and bon hommie which obtains between the rival candidates for state offices when they are off duty is in marked contrast to their aggressive, and not infrequently, acrid war of words on the stump. This was especially noticeable during their two days' sojourn in Charleston. They were more like an aggregation of good fellows out for a jolly time than seekars of office and "men of the peepul." And a recital of some of their "experiences" in divers parts of South Carolina would make rich, racy reading if it were deemed wise to embalm them in type. The candidates all agree that Mr. Cansler, of Tlrzah, can crowd more real hot stuff into a 5-mlnute speech than any other member of the campaign Dartv. When reoartee is needed. Mr. Cansler, of Tirzah, is always in evidence and ready for action. Recently one of Mr. Cansler's opponents had the temerity to interrupt him while he was making an eloquent appeal to a responsive audience. Turning to his interrupter, Mr. Cansler, of Tirzah, thus witheringly characterized his fitness to hold office: "If my friend's brains could be converted into dynamite and then fired with a spark, the explosion would not be sufficiently powerful to blow off his hat." Capt. D. C. Heyward, candidate for governor, was laughingly telling his friends last Sunday how Col. James H. Tillman took the wind out of his sails on at least one occasion. Col. Tillman was reciting the record of his opponents to an enthusiastic gathering of farmers, when he Inadvertently said: "And there is Capt. Heyward, (meaning Mr. Ansel,) who has held office in South Carolina for 14 years." "I beg to correct my friend," said Capt. Heyward, rising and addresing the audience, "I have never held office in South Carolina." "No," drawled Tillman in reply, "and thank God, you never will." "Then," said Capt. Heyward, "I sat down." In rough and tumble debate Col. J. J. Talbert is a hard man to faze. And his repertoire of jokes Is extensive and well chosen. "I never saw Col. Talbert downed but once,' said a candidate, "and that was while he was in congress. It was on Friday, the day when the pension bills swarm to the front, and Col. Talbert was raising objection after objection and annoying the Republicans past endurance. They were attacking him frorrt all sides and he was replying every few minutes in the hottest kind of language. Finally a little dried up chap from a western state got to his feet and hurled a few acrimonious adjectives at Col. Talbert. In his retort, Col. Talbert quoted from the Bible some stinging references to the fool, and applied them to the man from the west. The little fellow rose again and, in a voice that cut like a razor, he shouted: "The gentleman from South Car-o-H-na has seen fit to lash me with words culled from Holy Writ. He asseverated that the Bible; declares that the rod should be used on the back of the fool and urged me to take heed of that admonition. Permit me to observe that the Bible also declares that man must be born again, and if by some strange twist of fate the gentleman from South Car-o-li-na is born again, I hope to God he'll be still-born.' Well, sir, the Republicans rose in a body and fairly howled with delight. The speaker pounded for order and Col. Talbert made an Ineffectual effort to come again, but for once in his life he could not rise to the occasion."?News and Courier, Wednesday. COL. C. X. GUNTER, Candidate For Attorney General of South Carolina. "Mr. U. X. Gunter, in his candidacy for Attorney General, has laid special stress upon the fact that his opponent, Mr. Stevenson, was not the man for the office, because of his connection with a railroad as an attorney, and that position is well taken. As a corporation attorney, Mr. Stevenson is supposed to have thoroughly studied corporation laws and naturally his Interpretation of that law was favorable to i the corporations. He must have convinced himself that such interpretation is proper, and naturally the bent of his mind is in that direction. The fact [ that he has resigned his position as a | corporation attorney could not possibly have changed an opinion which he has held for years, and neither would his election as Attorney General transform his mental attitude toward such i questions so that he could view them I with an unbiased eye. This is natural, land however honest a man might be, and however much he might intend to do what is right, he would under such circumstances always be badly handicapped by a previously formed opinion. This fact is recognized in law, for when a man is put upon his voir dire in a trial, If he says he has formed an on tn the caso it Is considered sufficient generally to reject him as a juror, notwithstanding he may express the belief that after hearing the evidence he would render an unbiased verdict. Lawyers are afraid to risk such a man, however honest he might be. and the people of South Carolina will no doubt look upon Mr. Stevenson in the same way. As to what Mr. StevI enson has done, it is a fact that while speaker and a railroad attorney he appeared before a committee which had some matter connected with his railroad under consideration. It may be true that he was sent for by the committee, but under the circumstances it was extremely Impolite and improper for him to have accepted the Invitation, and it would have been eminently correct for him to have declined and given his reasons therefor. Men have declined to participate in certain matters of legislation when their personal interests were of far less importance than Mr. Stevenson's in the case referred to. The rights of the corporation and those of the people ought to be equal under the law, but everybody knows that in these latter times corporations have to be strongly held back from encroaching upon the rights of the people. Here their interests are generally considered antagonistic. Mr. Stevenson recognized that principle when he resigned to become a candidate. Note the fact that he considered that necessary even before he asked the vote of the people. Why should he do this unless he knew that the people believed that he could not serve them o rt/4 f Via nAi*nnt*o f inna at tVia ao ma 11 m ' auu vtiv wi uviviio at biiv oainw b<**?v Yet. Mr. Stevenson was speaker and railroad attorney at one and the same time. As we said on previous occasion, he could not serve both honestly. If he served the people, he was recreant to his duty to the railroad, if he served the railroad, then he betrayed the trust confided in him by the people. There is no getting: around the logic of the situation, and whichever horn of the dilemma Mr. Stevenson chooses to hang upon, he proves himself unfit for the position to which he aspires."?Columbia Record. BIDDING CASH FOR OFFICE. Offer* of Money by a Candidate for a Court Clerkship In West Virginia. The application of modern business principles to politics has been undertaken by L. M. Davis, one of the 12 aspirants for the office of clerk of the circuit court of Wayne county, W. Va., whose methods are unique and are attracting much attention. Mr. Davis is running for the Democratic nomination upon the profit-sharing plan. That there may be no mistake and that the people of his county may know all about his platform, his candidacy and his principles, he is patronizing the advertising columns or nis county papers liberally. In one of the leading papers of that county he has bought a half page in the current issue announcing, under flaming headlines, the plan he has adopted to bring about his election, and explaining his profit sharing methods. His half page advertisement begins as follows: $1,400.00 Given Aawy To the People of Wayne County by l. M. Davis, The People's Candidate for Circuit Clerk: Office sharing is my platform. Qualification, experience and true Democracy are my recommendations. If I am elected to the office of Circuit Clerk of Wayne county I will give to the people of Wayne county the sum of Fourteen Hundred Dollars ($1,400.00) as follows: to the chuhches $200. Believing that the churches are the prime factors for good, and in order that some public good may be accomplished, if elected to the office of Circuit Clerk of this county, I will give to the churches there Two Hundred Dollars, a sum equal to one-half year's salary of said office. Each and every church organization of all denominations will receive an equal amount of said money, which will be prorated among all sending in their names. to the people $600. To the person making the closest estimate of the total vote that will be cast for Circuit Clerk of Wayne county in the coming November election, I ?ro iko onm r\f (aaa ah o a fnllnwfl Will give iliw OUIIJ VI VVVViWW Uu IWSIV .1 First nearest, $300; second neares, $50; third nearest, $25; fourth nearest, $15; fifth nearest, $10; next 50 nearest $2 each, $100; next 100 nearest, $1 each, $100 . Total prizes, 155; total amount of prizes, $600. to taxpayers $600. And to the taxpayers I will give the sum of Six Hundred Dollars. That is to say. if I am elected I hereby authorize and direct the County Court of Wayne county to hold back the sum of $100 each year from my public salary for six years, amounting to $600, and place the same to the credit of the county. Thus, you see, I agree to do the work for $300 per year instead of $400, as is now paid as the public salary of the Circuit Clerk. This saves the tax-payers the sum of $100 for six years, or $600. the women can guess. Every voter in the primary election to be held on the 23d day of August, 1902 (no matter for whom you vote, will be entitled to one guess in the above contest. Every lady In Wayne county over the age of 18 years, regardless of politics, will also be entitled to one guess. Remember, when you go to vote that a vote for me is a vote in your own interest.?Pittsburg Dispatch. Tillman Stirs the Irish.?"We want to fight against this tyranny by physical or moral forces. Stick together, arouse public opinion, and make a fight for It. Pull together and you will win." This was the advice given by United States Senator Benjamin R. Tillman, of South Carolina, to Irish Nationalists assembled In annual picnic yesterday. Three thousand people, gathered in Oswald grove, 52nd and Halsted streets, endorsed the sentiment with their cheers. "The Irish are like a team of horses." continued Senator Tillman. "They are prone to pull in a zigzag manner. One pulls and then the other. If you, the Irish-Americans, and the Irish of other countries, contribute your moral forces and your physical forces the question of Irish independence would be solved as soon as you could pull together. Take Johnny Bull by the throat and force him to his knees. "God did not make Ireland slave to England any more than he made the 13 colonies slave to the same country, and some day Ireland will throw off the yoke, as did those brave men In 1776. "I don't see what can become of this agitation for Ireland in America unless some action is taken. Back your resolutions up with action. I think that England should be made, forced, to feel public opinion in every possible way. She has no longer the right, nor nevei had, to put Ireland under the heols of English landlords and nobles and grind her to death."?Chicago Tribune. CELEBRATED AMERICAN OUTLAWS. There Are Several Whoae Records Are of Interest. Leading London papers for over a month have been receiving long cable dispatches from this country about Harry Tracey. He was an International character before his death last week. But he is only one of the celebrated outlaws whom this country has produced. Quantrell was the first of the modern outlaws. He began on the southwestern border before the war. His original band, formed in 1859, was composed of eight men. But In six months it had grown to 30 men, of which Cole Younger, of the dreaded Younger brothers, made one. Cole's brother got In later, and it was not until the prestige of Quantrell had been dimmed that this precious pair gained wide notoriety. Quantrell graduated several delectable pairs of outlaws from his band. Of these the best known were of course the James boys. One day, when Jesse James was 16 years of age and his brother Frank was 18, some militiamen conceived it to be for the good of the community that they should publicly chastise the brothers. They caught the boys on their mother's farm in Clay county, Ky., and whipped them well. The immediate effect of the punishment was to cause the James boys to enlist under Quantrell, from whom presumably they learned much that stood them well in the many pursuits of which they were the object. The whole world heard of their daring exploits, of their many escapes, often when capture seemed to be certain; of the raids carried on by them long after Quantrell had retired from the field and the Younger brothers had ceased to be notorious, how it was found impossible to capture them until the day when Bob Ford, a relation and in their confidence, shot Jesse from behind while the latter was dusting a picture on the wall of his home. The southwest breathed easier when Jesse James fell, for his death put an end to the long career and pursuit of his brother Frank, as well as himself. Frank James settled down In St. Louis and to his great credit led thereafter a respectable life. But the attitude of Billy the Kid more nearly approximates that of Tracey than did that of Jesse James. Billy, whose right name was William Bonne, whose deeds and misdeeds have supplied subject matter for more than one penny dreadful, was a New York waif, who while still young, was taken to Indianapolis, where he was raised. He ran away from home one day, and ever after gave himself up to that thirst for notoriety which characterised him. His first "enemy" was John Chisum, his employer, whom he swore to kill for a trifling matter of a dispute over wages. In the east he, at his age, would pro babiy have been ciappea into jau aiong with Jesse Pomeroy and other youngsters with a thirst for blood, but on the edge of Death's Valley men rather believed in the right of the vendettist to create his own laws. He became the most feared man In the southwest, and he was careful to foster his reputation. His vanity was great, and it constantly fed upon itself, until almost no risk was too great for him to run. He walked into towns, killed his men, and openly defied arrest. Gen. Lew Wallace met him while the author of "Ben Hur" was governor of New Mexico, and arranged to have him testify at a com ing trial. He submitted 10 arrest aim was placed in jail heavily handcuffed at his own request. This was either vanity or a desire for obvious reasons to contribute to the desperate character of his reputation. None of the Jailers was in the secret of his arrest, yet one day he announced that he was tired of jail life. The handcuffs dropped from his wrists, the doors open, and he rodeaway. They said it was hypotism, but later, when he was actually captured in earnest by Sheriff Garrett and confined to Lincoln county Jail, New Mexico, after being sentenced to death, it was not hypnotism that got him off. Nine men stood guard over him, and there was not a moment when at least one was not watching him. When he was sentenced he told the Judge that he would never hang, and it was so. One day he caught the sentinel off his guard. It was at meal time on the day before that set for the execution. The one man at dinner with him leaned over to pick up something. Billy brained him instantly with his manacles, and, picking up the dead man's revolver, marched boldly from the jail. Again he began his roving life, defying pursuers right and left, and yet apparently not taking even ordinary precaution. Some time afterward he was shot and killed hv Sheriff Garrett, who had sworn to take him dead or alive. Another career similar to Tracey's was that of Newt Vorce, who got into a shooting scrape with Deputy Sheriff G. B. Hollingsworth near Deer Trail, Col., in 1887. The shooting of the sheriff and of another man named Amos Cantly fired his vanity, and he started out as a professional "bad man," killing right and lqft. A posse got after him, and he kept dodging them In the vicinity of Deer Trail. He might have got away many times, but, like Tracey, he preferred to circle round and round like a fox. He terrorized the community at night and hid by day, but at last he was located in a dugout not ten miles from the scene of his crime. He was smoked out and captured and sentenced to 14 years in prison for murder in the second degree. He was pardoned in 1892 by Governor Routt. It was not long before he was at his old tricks again. He was convicted of assault with intent to kill in November, 1893, was given another sentence of ten years, and is still in Jail.?New York Times. tir A preacher with a warm heart will not long have a cold church.