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CHAPTER XXIII.
THX VISITOR AT MIDNIGHT.
nELOW the castle and ltB dis mooqH
tfuvnnontfi. In a dark.
| J damp little room, Grenfall Lorry
lived a year in a day. On
the night of the 18th, or, rather, near
the break of dawn on the 19th, Captain
Qninnox guided him from the danger**
ons streets of Edelweiss to the secret
passage, and he was safe for the time
being. The entrance to the passage
was through a skillfully hidden opening
in the wall that inclosed the park.
A stone doorway so cleverly constructed
that it defied detection led to a set
of steps, which in turn took one to a
long, narrow passage. This ended In
a stairway fully a quarter of a mile
from its beginning. Ascending this
stairway one came to a secret panel
through which, by pressing a spring,
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Ilie interior 01 uio uouc noo
The location of the panel was in one
of the recesses in the wall of the chapel,
near the altar. It was in this chapel
that Yetive exchanged her male attire
for a loose gown weeks before, and
the servant who saw her come from
the door at an unearthly hour in the
? morning believed she had gone there
to seek surcease from the troubles
which oppressed her.
Lorry was impatient to rush forth
from his place of hiding and to end all
suspense, but Quinnox demurred. He
begged the eager American to remain
In the passage until the night of the
19th, when, all things going well, he
might be so fortunate as to reach the
princess without being seen. It was
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that his charge could be Induced by the
princess to return to the monastery to
avoid complications. He promised to
Inform her highness of his presence in
the underground room and to arrange
>- for a meeting. The miserable fellow
could not find courage to confess his
disobedience to his trusting mistress.
Many times during the day she had
seen him hovering near, approaching
and then retreating, and bad wondered
not a little atjils peculiar, mannenAnd
so it was that Lorry chafed and
writhed through a long day of suspense
and agony. Quinnox had brought to
the little room some candles, food and
bedding, but he utilized only the former.
The hours went by and no summons
called him to her side. What
was to become of him? What was to
be the end of this drama? What
would the night, the morrow, bring
about?
It was 9 o'clock in the evening when
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guinnox reiumeu iu me muc iwui.
The waiting one had looked at his
watch a hundred times, had run insanely
up and down the passage in
quest of the secret exit, had shouted
aloud in the frenzy of desperation.
"Have you seen her?" he cried, grasping
the newcomer's band.
"I have; but, before God, I could not
tell her what I had done! Your visit
will be a surprise, I fear a shock."
"Then how am I to see her? Fool!
Am I to wait here forever"?
"Have patience! I will take you to
hpp trtnlcrht?ave. within an hour. To
morrow morning she signs away the
northern provinces, and her instruc'
tions are that she is not to be disturbed
tonight. Not even will she see the
ountess Dagmar after 9 o'clock. It
breaks my heart to see the sorrow that
abounds in the castle tonight. Her
highness insists on being alone, and
Bassot, the new guard, has orders to
admit no one to her apartments. He
is ill, and I have promised that a substitute
shall relieve him at 11 o'clock.
You are to be the substitute. Here is
a part of an old uniform of mine, and
here is a coat that belonged to Dannox,
who was about your size. Please
exchange the clothes you now have on
for these. I apprehend no trouble in
reaching her door, for the household is
in gloom and the halls seem barren of
life."
He threw the bundle on a chair, and
Lorry at once proceeded to don the
, contents. In a very short time he wore
instead of the cellkeeper's garments a
neat fitting uniform of the royal guard.
He was trembling violently, chilled to
the bone with nervousness, as they began
the ascent of the stairs leading to
the chapel. The crisis in his life, he
felt was near at hand.
Under the stealthy hand of Quinnox
the panel opened, and they listened intently
for some moments. There was
no one in theyllmly lighted chapel, so
they made their way to the door at the
opposite end. Before unlocking the
*r door the captain pointed to a lance
which stood against the wall near by.
"You are to carry, that lance," he
said briefly. Then he cautiously peered
forth. A moment later they were
in the broad hall, boldly striding tow.
rd the distant stairway. Lorry had
been instructed to proceed without the
least sign of timidity. They passed
several attendants in the hall and
heard Count Halfont's voice In conversation
with some one In an anteroom.
As they neared the broad steps who
should come tripping down but Harry
Anguish. He saluted Qulnnox and
walked rapidly down the corridor, evidently
taking his departure after a call
on the countess.
"There goes your hostage," said the
captain grimly. It had required all of
Lorry's self possession to restrain the
cry of Joyful recognition. Up the staircase
they went, meeting several ladies
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and gentlemen coming down, and were
soon before the apartments of the princess.
A tall guard stood in front of
the boudoir door.
"This is your relief, Bassot You
may go," said Quinnox, and with a
careless glance at the strange soldier
the sick man trudged oil down tne nan,
glad to seek his bed.
"Is she there?" whispered Lorry, dizzy
and faint with expectancy.
"Yes. This may mean your death
and mine, sir, but you would do it
Will you explain to her how I came to
play her false?"
"She shall know the truth, good
friend."
"After I have gone twenty paces
down the hall do you rap on the door.
She may not admit you at first, but do
not give up. If she bid you enter or
asks your mission, enter quickly and
close the door. It is unlocked. She
may swoon or scream, and you must
prevent either if possible. In an hour
I shall return and you must go back to
the passage."
"Never! I have come to save her and
her country, and I Intend to do so by
surrendering myself this very night"
"I had hoped to dissuade you. But,
sir, you cannot do so tonight. You forget
that this visit compromises her."
"Tmip I had forcrotten. Well. I'll
go back with you. but tomorrow I am
your prisoner, not your friend."
"Be careful," cautioned the captain
as be moved away. Lorry feverishly
tapped his knuckles on the panel of the
door and waited with motionless heart
for the response. It came not, and he
rapped harder, a strange fear darting
into his mind.
"Well?" came from within, the voice
be adored.
Impetuous haste marked his next
laovement He dashed open the door,
sprang inside and closed it qulcklj\
She was sitting before her escritoire,
writing, and looked up, surprised and
annoyed.
"I was not to be disturbed?oh"?
She staggered to her feet and was in
his arms before the breath of her exclamation
had died awayt Had he not
supported her she would have dropped
to the floor. Her hands, her face, were
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there was the wildest tewor in her
eyes.
"My darling?my queen!" he cried
passionately. "At last I am with you I
Don't look at me like that! It is really
I?I could not stay away?I could not
permit this sacrifice of yours! Speak
to me! Do not stare like that!"
Her wide blue eyes slowly swept
his face, piteous wonder and doubt
struggling in their depths.
"Am I awake?" she murmured, touching
his face with her bewildered, questioning
hunds. "Is it truly you?" A
smile illumined her face, but her joy
was short lived. An expression of terror
came to her eyes, and there was
agony in the fingers that clasped his
arm. "Why do you come here?" she
cried. "It is madness! How and why
came you to this room?"
He laughed like a delighted boy and
hastily narrated the events of the past
twenty-four hours, ending with the
trick that gave him entrance to her
room.
"And all this to see me?" she whispered.
"To see you and to save you. I hear
that Gabriel has been annoying you
and that you are to give up half of the
kingdom tomorrow. Tell me everything.
It is another reason for my
coming."
x Sitting beside him on the divan, she
told of Gabriel's visit and his dismissal,
the outlook for the next day, ana tnen
sought to convince him of the happiness
it afTorded her to protect him
from an undeserved death. He obtained
for Quinnox the royal pardon and
lauded him to the skies. So ravishing
were the moments, so ecstatic the sensations
that possessed them, that neither
thought of the consequences if he
were to be discovered in her room, disguised
as one of her guardsmen. He
forgot the real import of his reckless
visit until she commanded him to stand
erect before her that she might see
what manner of soldier he was. With
a laugh, be leaped to his feet and stood
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among the cushions and surveyed him
through the glowing, impassioned eyes
which slowly closed as if to shut out
temptation.
"You are a perfect soldier," she said,
her lashes parting ever so slightly.
"No more perfect than you!" he cried.
She remembered, with confusion, her
own masquerading, but it was unkind
of 1 'm to remember it. Her allusion
to his uniform turned his thoughts Into
the channel through which they had
been surging so turbulently up to the
moment that found him tapping at her
door. Fie had not told her of his determination,
and the task grew harder
as he saw the sparkle glow brighter
and brighter in her eye.
"You are a brave soldier, then." she
substituted. "It required courage to
come to Edelweiss with hundreds of
men ready to seize you at sight, a pack
of bloodhounds."
"I slinnld hnve heen n miserable COW
ard to stay up there while you are so
bravely facing disaster alone down
here. I came to help you, as I should."
"But you can do nothing, dear, and
you only make matters worse by coming
to me. I have fought so hard to
overcome the desire to be near you, 1
have struggled against myself for days
and days, and I had won the battle
when you came to pull my walls of
strength down about my ears. Look.
On my desk Is a letter I was writing to
you. No, you shall not read It No
one shall ever know what It contains."
She darted to the desk, snatched up
the sheets of paper and held them over
the waxed taper. He stood In the middle
of the room, a feeling of Intense
desolation settling down upon him.
How Could he lose this woman?
"Tomorrow mgnt yuinnoi is xo xaae i
you from the monastery and conduct i
"You ore a perfect soldiershe said. 1
you to a distant city. It has all been 1
planned. Your friend, Mr. Anguish, is
to meet you In three days, and you are 1
to hurry to America by way of Athens. (
This was a letter to you. In It I said
many things and was trying to write
farewell when you came to this room. 1
Ach, what peril you are In here! You i
are Innocent, but nothing could save '
you. The proof is too strong. Mlzrox 1
has found a man who swears he saw
you enter Lorenz's room."
"What a damnable lie!" cried Lorry *
lightly. "I was not near his room!" 1
"But you can see what means they
will adopt to convict you. You are
doomed if caught by my men or theirs. '
I cannot save you again. You khow
now that I love you. Could you not
have been content with that last goodby
at the monastery? It is cruel to
both of us, to me especially, that we q
must have the parting again." She
had gone to the divan and now dropped
limply among the cushions, rest- <
lng her head on her hand. x
"I was determined to see you," he ^
said. "They shall not kill me, nor are
you to sacrifice your father's domain. t
Worse than all, I feared that you might e
yield to uaoner ? t
"Ach! You insult me wljen you say h
that! I . yielded to Lorenz because I j
thought it my duty and because I
dared not admit to myself that I loved r
you. But Gabriel! Ach!" she cried h
scornfully. "Grenfall Lorry, I shall s
marry no man. You I love, but you I
cannot marry. It is folly to dream of g
it even as a possibility. When you go t
from Graustark tomorrow night, you
take my heart, my life, my soul, with
you. I shall never see you again?God ^
help me to say this?I shall never allow
you to see me again. I tell you, I fl
could not bear it The weakest and
the strongest of God's creations is woman."
She started suddenly, half ris- p
ing. "Did any one see you come to my ?
room? Was Quinnox sure?"
"We passed people, but no one knew
me. I will go if you are distressed over
my being here."
"It is not that?not that Some spy
may have seen you. I have a strange c
fear that they suspect me and that I 0
am being watcnea. vvnere is tayunu
Quinnox?" ?
"He said he would return for me In
an hour. The time is almost gone.
How It has flown! Yetive, Yetlve, 1
will not give you up!" he cried, sink- 1
ing to his knees before her.
"You must, you shall! You must go 1
back to the inonustery tonight! Oh, 8
how I pray that you may reach it in
safety! And you must leave this ?
wretched country at once. Will you 1
see if Quinnox is outside the door? Be v
quick! I am mad with fear that you 1
may be found here, that you may be 1
taken before you can return to St. Val- lj
ontino'fl " e
He arose and stood looking down'at s
the intense face, all aquiver with the F
battle between temptation and solid t
tude. s
"I am not going back to St Valen- v
tine's," he said slowly. t
"But It is all arranged for you to c
start from there tomorrow. You* can- g
not escape the city guard except I<
through St. Valentine's."
"Yetive, has it not occurred to you a
that I may not wish to escape the city t
guard?" li
"May not wish to escape the?what d
do you mean?" she cried, bewildered. 1
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"1 am uoi guiug iv leave uuciwcus, dearest.
It is my intention to surren- 1
der myself to the authorities." t
She gazed at him in horror for a mo- c
ment and then fell back, with a low v
moan.
"For God's sake do not say that!" f
she wailed. "I forbid you to think of t
it. You cannot do this after all I have t
done to save you. Ach, you are jesting. 1<
I should have known." p
He sat down and drew her to his v
side. Some moments passed before he r
could speak. a
"I cannot and will, not permit you to s
make such a sacrifice for me. The prop- t
osition of Bolaroz is known to me. If c
you produce me for trial, you are to a
have a ten years' extension. My duty
is plain. I am no cowardly criminal,
and I am not afraid to face my accusers'.
At the worst I can die but t
once."
"Die but once," she repeated as if in
a dream.
"I came here to tell you of my decision,
to ask you to save your lands, pro- i
tect your people and to remember that e
[ would die a thousand times to serve
rou and yours."
"After all I have done?after all I
have done," she murmured piteously.
"No, no! You shall not! You are more
to me than all my kingdom, than all
the people In the world. You have
made me love you, you have caused me
to detest the throne which separates
us, you have made*me pray that I.
might be a pauper, hut you shall not
force me to destroy the mite of hope
that lingers in my heart Ton shall
aot crush the hope that there may be
a?a?some day!"
"A some day? Some day when you
rill be mine?" he cried.
"I will not say that but for my sake
?for my sake?go away from this
place. Save yourself! Tou are all I
Pave to live for." Her arms were about
bis neck, and her imploring words
went to his heart like great thrusts of
pain.
"You forget the thousands who love
and trust you. Do they deserve to be
wronged?"
"No, no?ach, God, how I have suffered
because of them! I have betrayed
them, have stolen their rights and
made them a nation of beggars. But 1
would not, for all thlk nation, have an
innocent man condemned?nor could
iny people ask that.of me. Tou cannot
lissuade me. It must be as I wish. OB,
why does not Quinnox come for you!"
51ic arose and paced the~ikwr distractidly.
He was revolving a selfish, cowardly
capitulation to love and injustice, when
1 sharp tap was heard at the door.
Leaping to his feet he whispered:
"Quinnox! He has come for me. Now
to get out of your room without being
seen!" ;
The Princess Yetlve ran to him and,
placing her hands on his shoulders,
cried with the fierceness of despair:
(,Vah mrl 11 ?a Konlr Ia thn mAnoflfoPV
Ifou will leave Graustark? For my
jake?for my sake?"
He hesitated and then surrendered,
Ills honor falling weak and faint by
the pathway of passion.
"Yes!" he cried hoarse.'ly.
Tap! tap! tap! at the door.' Lorry
ook one look at the rapturous face and
released her.
"Come!" she called.
The door flew open, an attendant saluted,
and in stepped?Gabriel!
TO BB CONTINUED.
"SIR" AND
fhese Good Old Words Now Regarded
as Bad Form.
The edict has gone forth against
Sir" and "Ma'am," those good old
vords, and it is now regarded as very
>ad form to use them in conversation.
So when you meet a person who ineHards
his or her ivmarks with these
xpressions of deference, rest assured
hat that person Is a social greentorn,
who should be received sparingly
f not absolutely barred.
The country at large was first renlnded
of the fact that these words
tad been placed under the ban by a
entence In the New York Sun's reiort
of the answers given some weeks
.go by little Miss Marlon Burdick, In
he Burdick murder trial.
"Marlon's answers," says the Sun's
eport, "were constrained and terse, alnost
impolite. She never added 'Sir'
o them, and her tone was often delant."
The more "knowing" journals
tromptly proclaimed this episode as
n evidence of the child's good trainng.
and pointed out that "sir" and
ma'am" are now obsolete In the best
oclety.
"No doubt," says the New York
Commercial, "some of the court offlials
and attendants and a majority
f the throng present regarded the
mission of the word as due to the
hild's lack of courtesy, or perhaps to
ler ignorance of that measure of deerence
and respect which is due from
ioys and girls to their elders. But
hat is a long exploded notion."
The same paper quotes from a cerain
"matron of about forty" who
eems to be a sort of social oracle:
"It hasn't for a score of years been
pod form for children to say 'sir* and
na'am' to their parents or elders. I
i'as taught to, and did it almost up
o the time I was married. When his
wn rnuains were on here from Indiana
ast summer my Jack nearly had a fit
very time they used the words?
ometlmes I had to laugh myself, eslecially
when they said 'yes, ma'am,'
o the seamstress. I'm told that In
ome parts of New England and out
k-est the absurdity Is still taught In
he public schools and that failure to
omply with it is a serious breach of
:ood order. Sooner or later they'll
earn better, of course."
Most of our readers, no doubt are
.1 ready aware that these words have
ieen "called In." For ourselves, we
lad noticed that they were falling Into
lisuse, but did not learn until recently
hat they had been positively forbidlen.
At the risk of being termed "deIghtfully
provincial," we must confess
hat we like the good old custom, and
an see no harm in the alleged obsolete
V UJ us.
But this Is a world of change. The
ollte forms of one generation become
he absurdities of the next. A cenury
ago a young man writing a love
etter addressed his fiancee as "Res>ected
Miss." Today he begins either
ilth something like "Dear Old Girl," or
nore frequently with no salutation at
.11. Yesterday people In good society
aid "Yes, ma'am." "No, sir." Today,
hey are instructed to say simply yes
r no. Tomorrow they will say "yep"
nd "nope."
We live in a rapid age.
t'j" Conscience Is something that
roubles a guilty man almost every
ime it thunders.
IS" Be sure of the effect before wastng
your time in searching for the
ause.
gftiSttllttttMiji jUafltog.
Chairman of Carnal Comnataaloa.
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Rear Admiral James G. Walker, who
will bare charge of digging the P&na
ma canal. Las given more study to the
subject than any American living. 1
IDEAS LOST TO THE WORLD. j
I
Marvellous Inventions That 8eem to
Have Been Forgotten.
A recent Issue of the most promt- 1
nent exponent of the steam engineering
industry, Power, reviews a num- 1
ber of Interesting Instances which cannot
do otherwise than convince even /
the most doubtful that engineering Is 1
today very, very far from having reached
a pinnacle of perfection. Among 1
other notes it states that it' is hard- 1
ly twenty years since John Waymouth, 1
the Wolverhampton engineer and designer,
discovered the motive power of 1
heat, exhibited It in one of the simplest,
cheapest and most useful engines
imaginable and then deprived the
| world of its benefit.
He had produced beforehand a round i
dozen of excellent Inventions, which 1
still bear his name, including the modern
revolving chimney cowl and, hav- 1
ing made a large fortune,^ he devoted
himself to harnessing the ordinary heat I
of a fire and making & new power of
it The idea was laughed at by all his
friends, but after four years of study '
and experimenting he produced a sta- 1
tionary engine that gave double the
power of any steam-driven machanism 1
at about a third of the cost and also a 1
small model heat locomotive large 1
enough to draw a truck with a man in
it.
He invited a committee of scientists
and engineers, including Prois, Hux- 1
ley and Forbes Brown, and showed
them that his two machines worked to
perfection. The affair made a great
stir and it was proved that a great !
power of Unlimited scope had been
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aiscuvereu. v? aymuuui ntxa nuvu^u
with offers of huge sums for his in- 1
vention, but for no apparent reason,
except perhaps the alleged madness of 1
genius, he absolutely refused to either
bring it out himself or sell the se
cret. He announced himself satisfied :
with the triumph of the invention and
before his death, a year later, he de-4 1
stroyed all the papers and plans explaining
the system and removed the I
essential parts of the two engines. <
These engines are still possessed by his <
heirs, but nobody has been able to i
make anything of them.
Still stranger was the famous loss
of the recipe for the manufacture of
diamonds, some fifteen years ago. <
Herbert Warner, who alone discover- i
ed and held the secret of diamond
making, did not live tq wreck the diamond
industry, as people thought he
would, and the circumstances of the
loss were mysterious and tragic. In- 1
ferior diamonds can still be produced
artificially, but only at a cost of about
ton tfmoa their value. Warner, after I
years of experimenting, was able to '
turn out a genuine diamond of large 1
size and of the first water at the cost 1
of a smaller fraction of the complete
stone's worth. He like, Waymouth of '
heat power fame, manufactured his
diamonds before an audience of scientists
and produced three fine stones,
which were tested and pronounced
faultless. Two of them are still In 1
existence and are the greatest curiosities
the jewel world has ever seen.
But within a fortnight of his triumph, 1
before any new stones were put on the '
market, Warner utterly disappeared
from his house on Harley street, London,
leaving no trace whatever. So
complete was his disappearance that
from that day to this not the smallest
explanation has been hit upon.
Then there is the lost secret of the
wonderful new metal called "talium,"
which would certainly have been worth
many millions to the nation and the
Inventor. Grantley Adams discover- i
ed it just eight years ago and during |
Its short life it was one of the greatest I
wonders of the "science of commerce" !
world. "Talium" is an alloy of met- ,
als, electrically treated, nearly 55 per j
cent, lighter than steel, both stronger <
and tougher and costing 30 per cent. ,
less to produce. It was the fruit of j
four years' hard work and study and l
eventually Adams completed It and J
publicly exposed it to every kind of
test.
Trains or any other vehicles, as it
was proved, would be able to travel at
nearly double their present speed if
constructed of "talium," and there was
no kind of edged tool that would not
be as keen as well as much lighter if j
made of the new metal. The commo- t
tion caused by this discovery was extraordinary
and still more so was the
upset of it, for the magnitude of its
success overcame Adams' reason and
he became insane before ever the secret
of the construction of "tallum"
was given out. Adams died a year lp.ter
a hopeless lunatic and as there
were no papers explaining his method
the great secret was lost. All the tools
and engines of "talium'* which he had
made retnaln, but no analysis has revealed
the method by which the metal
was blended. "Talium" is lost.
The extraordinary "perpetual lamp"
of Henry Mills, which he invented,
perfected and proved the worth of
twelve years aero, was lost In quite a
different manner. The Mills lamp was
an incandescent light produced without
any using up of materials?it had
nothing to do with combustion and the
"flame" of it was perfectly cold. It
was certainly one of the most wonderful
inventions of the age and not at
all an expensive affair. Mills made
two of these lamps and demonstrated
their absolute success, but an extraordinary
thing happened before the invention
was put at the disposal of the
public. On the night of May 20, 1899,
Mill's laboratory in Hampstead was
broken into, both lamps, broken Into
fragments and all the papers describing
the invention, involving years of
work, stolen.. There was not the slightest
clew to the perpetrators of the1
burglary, which was done most scien
tiAcally, and the crime has never been
traced. Even the reason' for .it is not
known?whether it was malice, Jealousy
or theft. No use has been made
of the stolen papers and Mills, who depended
on these papers, set to work
again, but two months later he contracted
typhoid and died, and Britain
was thus deprived of his secret.
In one way it Is perhaps as well
that the new gunpowder, "fulmite," Invented
by Herbert Sawbrldge, six
years ago, ndver came to a head. Sawbridge
discovered this powder by accident
in his little chemical experimental
room at Exeter. He perfected
the powder after a good deal of study
and trouble and Anally showed that in
on ordinary service riAe this powder
could drive a bullet accurately a distance
of nearly six miles and that at
ordinary ranges it gave over ten times
the penetration that "cordite," the
present powder gives. A bullet propelled
by it at 600 yards would penetrate
twelve men. It would have been
a terribly destructive Invention, and
one of its best points was that it did
not stain or corrode a gun in any way
and, above all, damp could not harm
It. But such is the extraordinary fatolltv
thot oopmn tn doar inventors that
Sawbrldge was killed' in an explosion
in his laboratory, which wrecked the
entire cottage. This happened soon1
after the government had begun to
negotiate with Sawbrldge for the purchase
of his invention, but the explosion
that killed him destroyed any records
there might have been of his
work. It was not "fulmite" that killed
him, but an accident with ordinary
nitro-glyCerine.?Journal of Electricity.
LONG-LIVED PEN8IONER8.
Still Drawing Pensions For ths Wars
n 1..*:? .niJ nf 1819
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There are now on the pension rolls
three widows and three daughters of
Revolutionary soldiers, one survivor of
the war of 1812 and 1,317 widows.
The Revolutionary pensioners are
Hanna Barrett, of Boston, Mass., 102
years old, daughter of Noah Harrold,
who served two years as a private In
the Revolutionary war.
Rhoda Augusta Thompson, of Woodbury,
Conn., eighty-one years old, the
daughter of Thaddeus Thompson, who
served six years as a private in Colonel
John Lamb's regiment of New
York troops.
Sarah C. Hurlburtt, of Littlemarsh,
Penn., eighty-four years old, daughter
of Elijah Weeks, who served two and
a half years as a private in a Massachusetts
regiment.
Ester S. Damon, Plymouth union,
Vt., eighty-eight years old, widow of
Noah Damon, who served In various
companies and regiments.
Nancy Jones, < Jonesboro, Tenn.,
eighty-eight years old, widow of Darling
Jones, who served as a private In
a, North Carolina regiment under the
famous Colonel John Sevier, the founder
of Tennessee.
Rebecca Mayo, of Newbern, Va.,
eighty-nine years old, widow of Stephen
Mayo, who served as a private
In a Virginia company.
During the last vear two Revolutionary
pensioners were removed from
the rolls by death.
The last survivor of the War of the
Revolution, Daniel F. Bakeman, died
at Freedom, Cattaraugus county, N. Y.,
April 6, 1869, 109 years old.
Tne last survivor 01 tne war ox xoi?
Is Hiram Cronk, of Ava, Oneida county,
N. Y., who was 103 years old last
month and Is supposed to be still living.
At least his death has not been
reported to the pension office.?Ex?hange.
Sheep Dog Decorated In Paris.?
rram, a large sheep dog owned by a
suburban resident, has been decorated
t>y the Paris Society for the Protection
of Animals. At the meeting of
the association, held in the Winter Clr2u3,
the minister of agriculture being
In the chair, Tram's record of services
ivas read out. He has saved several
persons, including his master, from
Irowning, has dragged small children
jut of the way of passing vehicles, and
lias frequently found missing articles
for the owner. For an these distinguished
services Tram was decorated
with a splendid collar, Inscribed with
tils own name and with that of his
master. The decorated dog barked and
pounded about with delight on the
platform after the collar was put on
tils neck, much to the amusement of
ill present at. the meeting. The society
distributed awards to policemen,
who had summoned carters and cabmen
for cruelty to their horses. Some
jf the Paris cabmen who are noted
for treating their animals well, were
ilso recompensed.?London Telegraph.
in LAiiMcn o lho i niv/1
It Is Denied That Rural Free Delivery
Favors Were Lavish.
Quoting some remarks of the New %
York Sun concerning Senator Latimer's
favor with Superintendent Machen
of the rural free delivery postofflce
service, which were reprinted recently
in the Evening Post, the Anderson
Daily Mail says:
The Daily Mail is not an especial
champion of Senator Latimer, and it is
no part of our business to fight that
gentleman's political battles, but some
of the statements in the Sun's article
are so palpably false that we cannot
let them go unchallenged.
"It la not true that on some of the
routes "76 per cent of the patrons can
neither read nor. write, and do not receive
on an average of half a dozen
letters." If any postofflce Inspector
made any such statements as that he
either did not make a "careful investigation"
or else wilfully perverted the
facts.
Not a single route has been established
that was not needed, and in this
county at least the rural mail service
is not yet as complete as It should be.
It will require the establishment of five
or six new routes to meet all the needs
of the people, and we presume this is'
true of other counties in the state.
Some of the rural mall routes may not
"pay,'j but neither did the old star
routes "pay," and we have never yet
heard it claimed that the postal service
of the United States was being
run as a money making institution.
The truth of the matter is that the
scandals that have been unearthed in
the postofflce department are proving
to be very embarrasing to the Republicans,
and they are floundering about in
desperation. Instead of probing the
matter to the bottom and bringing all
the guilty boodlers to justice they are
trying to place some of the odium on
the opposite party, without justification
or excuse. Mr. Latimer saw, earlier
than most of the other congressmen,
what a great boon the rural mail
service would be to the people on the
farms and he went to work and by
persistent work secured all that he possibly
could for his district It is not
right or fair that an attempt should
now be made to punish him for his
foresight just because the head of the
rural mail service has turned out to be
dishonest
It is a political trick, of a very
reprehensible sort and It will Inevitably
fall.
WYNNE A MARKED MAN.
Almost Everything Taken from Him
Now but Title and Salary.
The political developments of the
postofflce investigation promises to be
as widespread and important as the
criminal exposures. More'than one
political life is at stake. A sub-surface
flght is going on, with all kinds of
Diooa-iettmg, tnougn tne top or tnings
Is serene.
One of the men marked for slaughter
Is Robert J. Wynne, first assistant
postmaster general. Simmered down,
no one knows exactly what his transgression
has been unless It is that he
discovered the Machen ring and had
the nerve to uproot it when others did
not see or failed to act No nne familiar
with the dally workings of the department
expects to see Wynne survive
the insidious attack to be made
upon him. ?
He is not to be decapitated at one
fell swoop. That would savor of revenge
and Wynne might become a
martyr. The method being followed in
Wynne's case is much more scientific.
It consists In dismemberment. Here a
little, there a little, he is being shorn
of his authority.
The first operation, performed upon
him was the transfer of the rural free
delivery service to Fourth Assistant
onsiow. 11 was saia ax xne lime mai
this transfer was temporary, merely to
give Mr. Bristow a better opportunity
to dig into the machinations of Machen.
But now it is well understood that
Wynne will never again be in charge
of that important service.
Several other minor operations have
been performed on Wynne, lopping off
an arm or a leg of his division. If the
programme is carried out, nothing will
be left of the office of the first assistant
postmaster general but the title
and the salary. Wynne has potent
friends at work trying to save his neck
from the silently working knife. They
have advised Wynne to keep still and
attend strictly to business.
The flurry over Postmaster General
Payne will probably subside. A number
of influential newspapers demanded
his resignation. They regarded
him as weak in his grasp of affairs,
and quoted his famous "hot air" bon
mot as evidence that he failed to see
deeply into the rottenness in the department.
But Mr. Payne has demonstrated
that he a willing worker with
the axe.?Washington dispatch to Indianapolis
News.
Romance of Kino Peter.?The Berlin
Tageblatt tells the story of how
King Peter won his wife.
It was in 1878, in one of the many
fights between the Montenegrins and
Turks, that Prince Peter was serving
as a volunteer when a band of Turkish
raiders swooped down on Prince
Nicholas's camp, seized his daughter
^orka and carried her off.
Prince Peter Karageorgevitch summoned
his own followers and started
in pursuit. He overtook the Turks,
who, though numerically stronger.
were beaten and put to flight The
prince himself cut down Princess Zorka's
captors, and brought her back to
camp.
The prince of Montenegro was overwhelmed
with gratitude and exclaimed:
"How can I ever repay this priceless
service?" Before Prince Peter
was able to reply, Princess Zorka, then
a girl of surpassing beauty, interposed
and said, "Father, give me to him."
The prince's bravery had taken her
heart by storm. He was only too
pleased to accept the unconventional
proposal. It was thus he won his
wife.
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