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* YORKVILLE ENQUIRER. ISSUED SEMI-WEEKLY. l. m. grist s sobs, Publishers. J % ^amilg JJetcspager: 4#r N" $romotion off the political, Social, ^griciiltnral, and dtommerriat Interests of the people. { tebms8Ikom#20p "nra oe!ts*NC8" EST A BLISHEDI855. YORKVILLE, S. C., WEDNESDAY, JULY 1,1903. NO. 52. ' 1 " I " ~ *$*ojS?j? ojt?? aji tiLj *jiijt (XL im ok! ^tpC 3||? ^SpC ^>; ^^ ? if GRAU |#i: IM:': GEORGE BA3 T * 1 T 3|8J' Copyright, 1901, by Herbert 8. Sto x u2 ji rri !!< ><>> > ? ? I?, ,| i CHAPTER XXI?Continued. It was an eloquent appeal, and It struck home. Lorry wavered, but his resolution would not weaken. He argued first with Qulnnox, then with himself, finally returning to the reckless determination to brave all and save her from herself. The soldier begged him to listen to reason, iin" plored him to reconsider, at last turning in anger upon the stubborn American with a torrent of maledictions. Lorry heard him through and quietly, unswervingly, announced that he was ready to leave the monastery at any time his guide cared to depart. Quinnox gave up in despair at this, gazing hopelessly at the man he had sworn to protect, who insisted on placing his head in the lion's jaw. He sat down at the window and murmured dejectedly: "What will she say to me?what will she say to me?" "I shall exonerate you, captain. She can have no fault to find with your action after I have told her how loyal you are and how?bow?well, how unreasonable I am," said Lorry kindly. "You may never live to tell her this, sir. Then what Is to become of me? I could not look her in the face again. I could only die!" "Don't be so faint hearted, Qulnnox!" cried Lorry, stimulated by the desire to be with her, recognizing no obstacle that might thwart him in the effort. "We'll get through safe and sound, and we'll untangle a few complications before we reach the end of the book. Brace up, for heaven's sake, for mine, for hers, for your own. I must get to her before everything Is lost The fear that she may marry Gabriel will drive me mad If I am left here another night. Come! Let us prepare to start. We must notify the abbot that 1 am to go. I can be ready In five minutes. Te gods, think of what sbo may be sacrificing for me!" Lorry soon was attired in the guard's uniform he had worn from the tower a month before. HiB pistol was In bis pocket, and the bunch of violets she bad sent to him that very night was pinned defiantly above his heart. Quin nox smiled wheu lie observed this bit of sentiment, and grimly informed him that he was- committing an act prohibited In Dangloss' disciplinary rules. Officers on duty were not to wear nosegays. "Dangloss will not see my violets. By the way. the moon shines brightly, iloesn't it?" "It is almost as light as day. Our trip is made extremely hazardous for that reason. I am sorely afraid, rash sir, that we cannot reach the castle unseep." "We must go about it boldly; that's all." , "Has it occurred to you, sir, that you are placing me in a terrible position? What excuse can I have, a captain of the guard, for slinking about at night with a man whom I am supposed to be tracking to earth? Discovery will brand me as a traitor. # I cannot deny the charge without exposing her royal highness." Lorry turned cold. He had not thought of this alarming possibility. But his ready wit came again to his relief, and with bright, confident eyes he swept away the obstacle. "If discovered, you are at once to proclaim me a prisoner, take the credit _ t-A ~ Al^lm ror naving eaugm me unu v.iaiui me reward." "In that ease you will not go to the castle, but to the tower." "Not If you obey orders. The offer of reward says that 1 must be delivered iin/ioi-otirniul Vmi will tnke me 1U IUC UUUC(OI()MVM. * - ... ... her and not to tlie tower." Quinnox smiled and threw up his hands as if unable to combat the quick logic of his companion. Together they made their way to the prior's cell, afterward to the abbot's apartment. It was barely 11 o'clock, and he had not retired. He questioned Quinnox closely, bade Lorry farewell and blessed bim, sent his benediction to the princess and ordered them conducted to the gates. Ten minutes later they stood outside the wall, the great gates having been closed sharply bebiud them. Above them hung the silvery moon, full and bright, throwing its refulgent splendor over the mountain top with all the brilliancy of day. Never before had Lorry seen the moon so accursedly bright. " 'Gad. it is like day." he exclaimed. "As I told you. sir." agreed the other, reproof in his voice. tmfll flm niAnn anoQ ?? e mum null. mini luc uiwu down. It won't do to risk It now. Can we not go somewhere to keep warm lor an hour or so?" "There is a cave farther down the mountain. Shall we take the chance of reaching it?" "By all means. I can't endure the cold after being cooped up for so long." They followed the winding road for some distance down the mountain, coming at last to a point where a small path branched off. It was the path leading down the side of the steep overlooking the city, and upon that side no wagon road could be built. Seven tbousaud feet below stretched the sleeping, moonlit city. Standing out on the brow of the mountain, they seemed to be the only living objects in the world. There was no sign of life above, below or beside them. t 10 OaJjL^ ?^MeJ? ?S?S&i>0 ^ ^ ft 3tp> 3<|ft ^|p> 3j|ft [ STARK ?? *? .By... <? R McCUTCMEON if o o ?? It tt!0 "How long should we be In making the descent?" asked Lorry, a sort of terror possessing blin as be looked from tbe dizzy height into the ghostlike dimness below. "Three hours if you are strong." "And how are we to get Into the castle? I hadn't thought of that." "There is a secret entrance," said Qulnnox, maliciously enjoying the insistent one's acknowledgment of weakness. "If we reach it safely, I can take you under ground to the old dungeons beneath the castle. It may be some time before you can enter the halls above, for the secret passage is guarded jealously. There are but five people who know of its existence." "Great confidence is placed in you, I see, and worthily. I am sure. How is it that you are trusted so implicitly?" "I Inherit the confidence. The cap tain of the guard is born to his position. My ancestors hold the place before me. and not one betrayed the trust. The firstborn in the last ten generations lias beeu the captain of the guard in the royal palace, possessing all its secrets. I shall be the first to betray the trust, and for a man who is uotbiug to me." "1 suppose you consider me selfish and vile for placing you in this position." said Lorry, somewhat contritely. "No. I have begun the task, and 1 will complete it. come what may," answered the captain firmly. "You are the only being in the world for whom I would sacrifice my honor voluntarily save one." "I have wondered why you were never tempted to turn traitor to the princess and claim the fortune that la represented in the reward." "Not for 5,000.000 gavvos. sir!" "By George, you are a faithful lot? Dangloss. Allode and Ogbot and yourself, four honest men to whom, she trusts her life, her honor! You belong to a rare species, and I am proud to know you." The stealthy couple found the cave and spent an hour or more within its walls, sallying forth after the tardy darkness bad crept down over the mountain and into the peaceful valley. Then began the tortuous descent. Quinnox in the lead, they walked, crawled and ran down the narrow path, bruised, scratched and aching by the time they reached the topmost of the summer houses along the face of the mountain. After this walking was easier, but stealtbiness made their progress slow. Frequently as they neared the base they were obliged to 3 '? 1?am 4-r\ AMArv intn aouge uemuu uuusca ui iu u?vF the ditches by the roadBide In order to avoid patrolling police guards or Axphain sleuthhounda. At last, stiff and sore, they stole into the narrow streets of Edelweiss. Lorry glanced back and shivered, although the air was warm and balmy. He had truly been out of the world. Not until this Instant did he fully appreciate the dread tlijit possesses a man who is being hunted down by tireless foes. Never did man's heart go out in gratitude and trustfulness as did his toward the strong defender whose sinewy arm he clavx-d as if in terror. "You understand what this means to aie." said Quinnox gravely as they paused to rest. "She will call me your murderer and curse me for my miserable treason. I am the first to dishonor the name of Quinnox." CHAPTER XXII. GREXFALL LOBBY'S FOX. THE Princess Yetive had not flinched a hair's breadth from the resolution formed on that stormy night when she sacrificed pride and duty on the altar, of love and justice. ?rince uoiaroz s uiumatum overwhelmed her, but she arose from the wreckage that was strewn about her conscience and remained loyal, steadfast and true to the man in the monastery. To save his life was all she could hope to accomplish, and this she was bound to do at any cost. She could be nothing to him, not even friend. So long as he lived he would be considered the murderer of Lorenz, and until the end a price would hang over ids head. She. Princess of Grnustark, had offered a reward for him. For that reason he was always to be a fugitive, and she least of all could hope to see him. There had been a brief, happy dream, but it was swept away by the unrelenting rusli of reality. The mere fact that she. and she alone, was responsible for his flight placed between them an unsurmountable barrier. Clinging tenaciously to her purpose, she was still cognizant of the debt she owed the trusting, loving people ui Graustark. One word from her could avert the calamity that was to fall with the dawn of the fatal 20th. All Graustark blindly trusted and adored her. To undeceive tliem would be to administer a shock from which they could never recover. Her highness* manner was at all times frank and untroubled. She was apparently light hearted. Her cheeks had lost none of their freshness. Her eyes were bright. Her smile was quick and merry, her wit unclouded. Receptions. drawing rooms and state functions found her always vivacious, so much so that her court wondered not a little. Daily reports brought no news of the fugitive, but while others were beginning to acquire the haggard air of worry and uncertainty she was calmly resigned. The 15th, the 16th, the 17th, the 18th and now the 19th of November came and still the princess revealed no marked sign of distress. Heavy hearted and with bowed heads the people of Graustark saw the 19th fade In the night, the breaking of which would bring the crush of pride, the end of power. At court there was the silent dread and the dying hope that relief might come at the last hour. Men with pale faces and tearful eyes wandered through the ancient castle, speechless, nerveless, miserable. Brave soldiers crept about, shorn of pride and filled with woe. Citizens sat and stared aimlessly for hours, thinking of naught but the disaster so near at hand and so unavoidable. The whole nation surged as if in the last throes of death. Tomorrow the potency of Graustark was to die, its domain was to be cleft in twain, disgraced before the world. And on the throne of this afflicted land sat the girl Yetlve, proud, tender, courageous. Tomorrow would see the north torn from the south, the division of families, the rending of homes, the bursting of hearts. She sanctioned all this because she loved Lorry and because he bad done no wrong. Aware of her financial troubles and pursuing the advantage that his rival's death had opened to him, JPrince Gabriel of Dawsbergen renewed his ardent suit. Scarce had the body of the murdered prince left the domain before he made his presence marked. Knowing that he was in truth the mysterious Michael who had planned her abduction, she feared and despised him, yet dared make no public denunciation. As Dawsbergen was too powerful to be antagonized at this critical time, she was constantly forced to submit to the most trying and repulsive of ordeals. Tact and policy were required to control the violent, hot blood *? * it ?4k n?w A#f eu young ruier iruui iuc buuiu. uaj oner day be haunted the castle, persistent in his efforts to induce her to accept his proposition. So fierce was his passion, so implacable his desire, that he went among the people of Edelweiss, presenting to them his proposal, hoping thereby to add public feeling to his claims. He tried to organize a committee of citizens to go before the princess with the petition that his offer he accepted and the country saved. But Graustark was loyal to its princess. Not one of her citizens listened to the wily prince, and more than one told him or his emissaries that the loss - " - -? -i ? or rue WUOie KlUgUULU was piciciauic to the marriage be desired. The city sickened at the thought. His last and master stroke in the struggle to persuade came on the afternoon of the 19th. at an hour when all Edelweiss was in gloom and when the princess was taxed to the point where the mask of courage was so frail that she could scarce hide her bleeding soul behind It. Bolaroz of Axphain, to quote from the news dispatch, was In Edelweiss, a guest, with a few of his lords, in the castle. North of the city were encamped 5,000 men. He had come prepared to cancel the little obligation of fifteen years' standing. With the hated creditor In the castle, his Influence hovering above the town, the populace dls cnntAd hv the thoughts of the day to "Oo! 1 will not hear you!" come, Gabriel played what he considered his best card. He asked for and obtained a final interview with Yetive, not in her boudoir or her reception room, but in the thronerooin, where she was to meet Bolaroz in the morning. The princess, seated on her throne, awaited the approach of the resourceful, tenuclous suitor. He came, and behind him strode eight stalwart men bearing a long iron bound chest, the result of his effort with his bankers. Yetive and her nobles looked in surprise on this unusual performance. Dropping to his knee before the throne, Gabriel said, his voice trembling slightly with eagerness und fear: "Your highness, tomorrow will see the turning point in the history of two. possibly three, nations?Graustark, Axphain and Dawsbergen. I have included my own land because its ruler is most vitally interested. He would serve and save Graustark, as you know, and he would satisfy Axphain. It is in my power to give you aid at this last, trying hour, and I implore you to listen to my words of slncerest frlomlsliin?ves. adoration. Tomorrow you nre to pay to Prince Bolaroz over 25,000,000 gavvos or relinquish the entire north half of your domain. I understand the lamentable situation. You can raise no more than 15,000,000, and you are helpless. He will grant no extension of time. You know what I have proffered before. I come today to repeat my friendly offer and to give unciuestloned bond as to my ability to carry it out. If you agree to accept the loan I extend ?10,000,000 gavvos for fifteen years at the usual rate of interest?you can on tomorrow morning place ( the hand of Axphaln when he makes his formal demand the full amount of your Indebtedness In gold. Elcardo, open the chest!" An attendant threw open the lid of the chest. It was filled with gold coins. "This box contains 100.000 iravvos. There are in your halls nine boxes holding nine times as much as you see here, and there are nine times as much all told on the way. This is an evidence of my good faith. Here is the gold. Pay Bolaroz and owe Gabriel, the greatest happiness that could come to him." There was a dead silence after this theatrical action. "The Interest on this loan is not all you ask, 1 understand," said Halfont slowly, his black eyes glittering. "You ask something that Graustark cannot and will not barter?the hand of its sovereign. If you are willing to make this loan, naming a fair rate of interest, withdrawing your proposal of marriage, we can come to an agreement." Gubriel'8 eyes deudened with disappointment, bis breast heaved and his fingers twitched. "I have the happiness of your sovereign at heart as much as my own," he said. "She shall never want for devotion; she shall never know a pain." "You are determined, then, to adhere to your original proposition?" demand eci tne count. "She would have married Lorenz to save her laud, to protect her people. Am I not as good as Lorenz? Why not give"? began Gabriel viciously, but Yetive arose and, with gleaming eyes ant Pushing cheeks, interrupted him. "Go! I will not hear you?not one word!" He passed from the room without an other word. Her court saw her standing straight and Immovable, her white face transfigured. TO PR OONTINTTKD. MARRYING UNDER DIFFICULTIES. In the Northern Caucasus Wives Must Be Bought or Stolen. In the Northern Caucasus nearly half the death rate of the Inhabitants Is caused by vendetta, and at least threefourths of the vendetta cases are the result of a curious marriage custom which is now decimating the population. The native of those parts who wishes to take unto himself a wife cannot arrange the matter In the simple offhand manner In vogue In Western Europe by "popping the question." He must go home, sell his belongings, and buy her fairly and squarely of her parents, the price ranging from ?35 to ?200. This is a costly custom In many ways, for It Is not every young man who can afford to Invest such a large sum In a wife, however accomplished. What generally happens In such cases Is that the indigent candidate for the order of Benedick Induces a few stalwart comrades to seize the maiden and carry her off. What too often follows then may be gathered from a case in point which has just taken place in Sosslambek. Bokayeff is the bridegroom's name and Neshkho that of the girl of sweet sixteen who had the misfortune to find favor in his eyes. His pockets being empty he persuaded three comrades to kidnap the maid, whom he then took off to another village as his wife. But her father, on recovering her whereabouts, had her sent back by the police, and then demanded ?30 for loss of her services, as we should sa; Bokayeff, to whom the demand was made, would not or could not pay. The girl's father thereupon claimed that sum from the bridegroom's companions, who are equally liable. They admitted the justice of his claim and called upon Bokayeff to hand over the sum to them. On his refusal they shot him dead, that being the custom of the country, although daggers are also allowed to take the place of bullets. The three youths were forthwith arrested and will, of course, be tried and deported in due course. But that, far from being the end of the matter is only the very beginning. The kindred of the slain man are now preparing to "wipe out" the relatives of the murderers, while the family of the dishonored girl is bound by the custom of the country to wash away the stain on her reputation in the blood of the clans of both the murdered man and his murderers. And Russian law is powerless to Intervene.?London Telegraph. An Englishman's Prophecy.?The late Sir Walter Besant, in his history of London, quotes the following remarkable prophecy made by an Englishman, Col. George Hanger, In 1798: "Should I live," he wrote, "to a good old age I am confident that I shall hear of the northern and southern powers of America waging war with each other, when one party will solicit assistance from France the other from Great Britain. "It will then depend on the judgment of those men who at that period may be at the head of the French and British councils whether or not they will interfere in American disputes. In my humble opinion it would be better for both countries to let them settle the matter among themselves. "I will be so bold as to offer another opinion. We should give up Canada and Nova Scotia to the Americans provided we could make this sacrifice the foundation of an alliance offensive and defensive with the United States. Then we never should be obliged to send the prime of the British army to die in the West India Islands. "I anxiously hope and trust that I shall live to see the day when an alliance, offensive and defensive, will be formed between tne two coururjes, ua Great Britain and America may together defy the united powers of all Europe."?Youth's Companion. ptettltonemtji fading. LAWSUITS FOR BLACKMAIL. How Slick Criminali Make Tools of the Courts. "You don't have to be a successful lawyer to make a good living out of the law," said a lawyer of New York wHa IrnanQ foh nn nueor phopq in pnn nectlon with his profession. "If you're smart enough'and devoid of scruples you can be a professional litigant. "About nine years ago I won a breach of promise suit for a woman who had been a schoolteacher in Brooklyn. The defendant was an elderly Brooklyn contractor, and we got $5,000 out of him. He was a widower and, like a good many lonesome old men, he had been pretty mellow in his .correspondence with my client, which won out for us. The woman wasn't especially pretty, but she was winsome and attractive. "Well, that woman has been a professional litigant in the breach of promise line ever since, and she has made herself well off out of it She FLINT HILL BA) has instituted more than a dozen breach of promise suits, always against wealthy and eldery men In large cities of the United States, and she has won the majority of her suits. I know these things because, with a frankness as naive as it was overwhelming, she told them to me herself not long ago. "She told me at the same time that she had become so well-to-do through her breach of promise 'business'?she called it that?that she had decided to give it up and settle down. She is still under 40 and as winsome and attrac tlve as she was when I put her first breach of promise suit through for her. "I leave you to imagine my state of mingled feelings when, after telling me of the remarkable success she had achieved as a professional breach of promise plaintiff all over the land, she thanked and praised me as her 'benefactor,' the man who had pointed out to her the road to fortune?it assuredly made me feel, somehow, like an accessory both before and after the fact.'! "Her game must nave oeen unimaginably easy, from the way she described it. Her story certainly went far to convince me of the truth of the adage that 'there's no fool like an old fool.' She made a specialty of trapping elderly men of means, widowers in all cases. She so contrived matters as to get her victims to write many promise-filled and affection-seeking letters to her?'such ink-slingers as the old parties are, to be sure!' was her artless way of putting it?and tnese bundles of documents were, of course, her potent weapons. "In several cases, she told me, her comfortably-fixed elderly victims were really willing, not to say anxious, to marry her?which was very annoying, she said, because it spoiled everything. She wanted them to side-step the marriage proposition and fight it out in court, of course. Those who were really willing to marry her she had to run away from, of course, because she wasn't in the marrying business. "Several experiences at the outset with eligible elderlies who were more than willing to bestow their names upon her taught her the wisdom of selecting as victims well-to-do widowers who had grown children. She found that such men were nearly always liable to hesitate when it came to the actual point of marrying on account of the expected opposition of the grown children, and at this stage of it she could always find means to pick a quarrel with him, thus clearing the way for the framing up of her breach of promise suit against him. "Besides the suits that she won in court, she had forced quite a number of tangled-up elderly parties to settle with her under her threat that she would have recourse to the law, and she said that some of these settle ments were more remunerative tnan most of the cases that she had won in court. "You may believe that I was in a state of stunned surprise, perhaps not unmixed with curiosity, as I listened to this woman's calm and connected narration of the superior form of blackmail in which she had been engaging. I was somewhat relieved as to my own connection with her when she told me that the case which I had won for her was a genuine affair, and that she had really been befooled by the Brooklyn contractor from whom I had obtained the $5,000 award for her. ""It was only after winning that suit that she had determined"to go into the breach of promise game as a business, and to prepare herself for this sort of thing she had deliberately studied the law in all of its bearings upon breach of promise suits until she had become so expert that she was enabled to frame up a case on a victim with such precision and predication that she oaiiM ranorollu toll to n T Inst how good her case was going to be when it came to trial. " 'Don't be shocked,' she concluded, smilingly, after she had unravelled her story to me; 'I know lots of other women who are making good in the breach of promise business all over the country, but, just because I've made my pile and am out of the business, I'm not going to give them away? certainly not." "A pleasing tale, that, for a reputable lawyer and the father of a family to spend a morning listening to, wasn't it? But it's all in the day's work, and t9P', -.-^Cv/vJttT*<*>. . - ?AIT . 11: -^ifl^^l ^ K;;: 1|K;^-- / ^^H]B - - ftp B PTIST CHURCH.I have a receptive mind for these new things. "As to the colored persons who make a business of suing railroads and sleeping-car companies, and proprietors of hotels, restaurants, barrooms, jlee cream parlors and soda water fountains for refusing to grant them the rights and privileges which are freely accorded white persons, they are not so numerous In New York as they used to be, but they're still flourishing elsewhere. "These professional black litigants have many ways of meeting and beating the schemes of the white purveyors of commodities and accommodations who want only white patronage. The professional black litigant, for example, walks into a barroom that he knows is a drinking place exclusively for white men and calls for a milk punch. " 'Milk punches cost a dollar today,' says the bartender, thinking that the black will Immediately go out and take the air. " 'All right,' says the black, and, If the bartender puts up no further excuse and serves the drink, the professional black litigant drinks It, pays his dollar and walks out. "He has a case In law for extortion under the civil rights clause. He clinches his case?I speak now of a case that actually happened not long ago?by sending into the barroom, after he himself leaves it, a white confederate?many of the professional black litigants nave wnue siooi-pigetma. "The white man calls for a milkpunch. gets it, drinks it, and pays the regular market price for milk punches. That's the finishing touch to the black litigant's case. "Or. supposing that the bartender, finding that his black customer is willing to pay the dollar demanded for a milk punch, says: " 'I've got no milk.' " 'There nre several bottles of milk on ice in that case behind the bar,' replies the black man, having the lay of the land all fixed before setting about to make his case?I am speaking again of a case that actually happened. "'That milk soured during the tnun-i derstorm this morning.' says the bartender. "'Oh. it did?' says .the professional black litigant, and walks out. "He immediately sends his white confederate into the barroom. The white conferedate gets a milk punch manufactured out of sweet milk from one of the bottles that the black man has previously pointed out to the side stepping bartender?and there's the case. Games like these are worked time and again by the professional black litigants, and they get away with them in the courts more often inuu lue.v it?ac i;ui. "The professional black litigant walks into a first-class hotel, in a city where he knows the civil rights clause is still a living affair, and begins to write his name on the register. " "Not a room left in the house,' amiably remarks the clerk, knowing fourfifths of the rooms to be vacant, "That so?' says the black. 'Are you absolutely certain of that?' " 'Certalnest thing you ever heard,' says the clerk. "The black strolls out, and two minutes later his white partner, an Impressive looking man, steps out of a car or carriage in front of the hotel, walks in, registers, is received effusively by the clerk, and gets a room with a bath?and there's another case for the professional black litigant "Traveling through a state in which he knows the law favors him, the pro fessional black litigant, while he is cantori In the nmnklnc car lust about the time the berths are being prepared, hands his sleeping-car coupon to the sleeping car conductor. " 'Sorry,' says the sleeping car conductor, if he is under instructions from his company to act so, 'but this car has got a flat wheel and is going to be taken off at the next station?this while the porter is going right ahead with the work of getting the beds ready. "Nothing suits the professional black litigant better than this. His white confederate sleeps in the car that is to be 'taken off because it has a flat wheel,' and upon the presentation of this evidence, in the states where the conditions are favorable, the black wins his suit against the sleeping car company in nine cases out of ten. "In no less a city than Washington, the professional black litigants are especially numerous, and, not so long ago one of them got a good round sum from a Washington theatre proprietor because he was not permitted to take the orchestra seat which his white confederate had purchased for him. "The doorkeeper took the coupon up at the door when the black man presented it and said that there had been a mistake. The black man declined to accept his money back, and he had witnesses in court to prove that the seat he had Dald for was sold later to a white person, after he had been refused admission to the orchestra. "So. here's a prosperous and profitable occupation for well-equipped persons who aren't bothered by that Inconvenient proposition known as conscience?litigating: for revenue only. Those seeking to enter the arena, however, had better begin pretty soon, for it will probably not be a matter of many years before special laws are framed for the handling of professional litigants."?New York Sun. THE CHURCH AT FLINT HILL. First . Baptist Organization In York County. In 1793 there were but 1,000 Baptist churches In the territory now occupied by the United States. Flint Hill, or as it was then called Sugar Creek church, was one of these churches. It was organized In 1793, October 29th, by ordaining and setting apart John Rooker as minister qf the church and John Dlnkins, Sr., and John Smith to the office of deacons. Rev. John Rooker served this church as pastor for forty eight years, he having preached there for one year before a regular organization was effected. This good man has left behind "A monument more lasting than brass," for while his grave is marked by a simple stone, his name is held in loving remembrance by hundreds of the descendants of the fathers and mothers who through his ministry were brought to the Savior. The following is taken from his tombstone: "In memory of Elder John Rooker, who was born on the 12th of March, 1755, in the State of Virginia, and departed this life on the 24th of June, 1840, in the 86th year of his age. In 1782 he united himself with the Baptist church. In 1783 he entered the ministry and in 1792 he became pastor of Sugar Creek (now Flint Hill), in which charge he remained until the. time of his death." Flint Hill church has exerted a wonderful influence for good. Almost all of the Baptist churches in York county owe their motherhood to this church, the First Baptist church of Charlotte and the surrounding Baptist churches of Mecklenburg county, N. C., were founded by persons who were originally members of this church. The first building in which John Rooker and the twelve members who constituted the church in 1793 worshipped, was a rude log structure, that stood some few yards .in the rear of the present church. The old house was replaced by a frame building that was neither weatherboarded nor ceiled. Mr. Stephen Blankenship, who is now the oldest deacon of the church, informs us that he recollects this church well. It stood a short distance north of the present church. The present church is a frame building, 60 feet long by -40 feet wide. It is painted white, nicely finished Inside and seated with comfortable pews. It was erected in 1866. It is surrounded by a grove of virgin pines and oaks that comprise several acres. The flint rocks jutting out here and there on the hill on which it stands, tell us why it was so named. The cemetery, lying west of the church, contains four acres of ground. Here sleeps John Rooker and those who worshipped with him, and, many of their descendants. The Blankenships, Smiths, Epps, Boyds, Farises, Kimbrells, Nivens and many Otners, wno were gooa anu iruc men and women, are here awaiting the call of the Master. From the time of its founding Flint Hill has had nineteen pastors. Their names In the order which they served, were given by" Messrs. S. P. Blankenship and Samuel Epps: Revs. Rooker, Thomas, Nolan, Breaker, Stricland, Perry, Rawlins, Nicholson, Owens, Stough, Covington, Caxton, Hlnton, Fant, Scaife, Curtis, Hughes, Stough and now, Rev. W. M. Gordon, who assumed the pastorate the 1st of this month. It will be seen that nn tr\ th? hocHnnlmr nf thp nrpRpnt year, a period of 110 years, the average number of years served by each pastor was a fraction over six years. Rev. John Hooker's term, forty-eight years, being the longest, and Rev. C. T. Scaife's, less than one year, being the shortest. The present membership is _ 340. The officers of the church at this time are: Rev. W. M. Gordon, pastor; S. P. Blanken8hip, J. C. Smith, B. M. Farris, A. L. Farrls, Boyd Alexander and D. V. Epps, deacons; W. F. Boyd, treasurer, and James F. Boyd, clerk. The congregation sold their parsonage at Plneville recently, and a committee has been appointed to have a new parRonage erected at some suitable place near the church to be selected by them. The church is located in the northeast corner of Fort Mill township, near the state line.