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ISSUED SEMI-WEEKL^^ l m. geist s sons, publishers. 1 % jfamitg gticspptr: ^or tht promotion of the floliticat, Social, Agricultural, and dlamnninial Interests of the jgtoplt. ^erms-^oo^te^n rnAiicg. established 1855. YORKVILLE, S. C., TUESDAY, OCTOBER 6, 1903. NO. 80. I APSTNTO] I ETERNITY j I CopurHjht, 1903, by American Press T 0 A8tociation 0 f|TTTED STANDISH cametoAmer1 J^| J lea from England when a kgranjj young fellow twenty years of K5egag| age. Robbed of nearly all his money In Chicago, he drifted te Fairplay, Colo., expecting to find there an old acquaintance, but he had left the place some time before. Finally, after suffering many hardships, he fell in with an old mining prospector, Tom Mcintosh by name, and accompanied him to his cabin, about twenty miles from Fairplay, and there helped him to work two or three claims which he was developing. Tom was a huge, uncouth fellow, with a rough exterior, but with a heart as kind and true as ever pulsed in mortal breast. He took a great fancy to Ned, and between the two there soon sprang up a most de About two miles from their cabin was a large English mining camp which through a lavish expenditure of money in improvements had attracted to it a number of rough characters, the very worst of whom, as Tom told Ned, was a young Englishman who bore a most striking resemblance to him. "Ye haven't a black sheep of a relative on this side, have ye?" he laughingly asked Ned one night, and when the latter replied in the negative the other continued after a moment's close scrutiny of the younger man's face, "He do look astonishingly like ye." Ned announced his intention of going ?ver to the camp and seeing his double, but the close of each day's work found him so tired that he had little disposition to make the journey. About this time Tom went to Fairplay one afternoon for the purpose of displaying some ore which they had recently uncovered, as well as getting some provisions of which they stood in need. He asked Ned to accompany him, but the latter decided to remain behind and do some trout fishing, of which he was very fond. It was about 1 o'clock the next afternoon while returning to the cabin with a basket of fish that be came face to face with a man whom he knew to be his double. From his rapid breathing it was evident that he had been running a long distance, and his tense, whitened face grew whiter and a hunted look in the eyes expanded in a spasm of sudden -terror at tho night of Ned. Ned's fishing rod and basket, however, quickly reassured him. and then after gazing an instant he asked in a sharp, nervous, half gasping voice: "Who are you, and where'd you come from ?" Briefly Ned replied, and as he finished the other remarked, "You look enough like me to be my twin brother." and then in response to an evidently happy suggestion he added, apparently more to himself, "I say, this is a lucky go." %* , ? A I l-^i. J? aea was not jong ten iu uuuul aa iu what he meant, for in another moment he had drawn his revolver, and as he pointed it at Ned in a threatening manner he said in a sharp, peremptory tone: "Come; shed those clothes, quick! I want 'em. I've no time to explain now, but if you care a little bit for your life you'll not waste any time." Ned was not slow to take the hiut and proceeded at once to remove his clothes. "I don't mind telling you," he continued as he slipped on Ned's coat, "that "Come; sited those clothes, quick!" I've bad a little trouble over in the camp, and the vigilantes are after me," and then as be turned on bis beel to depart be added. "If you'll take a bit of advice from me, you'll get out of tbis country as quick as you can, for if the vigilantes catch you with those clothes on they'll bang you as sure as my name Is Jim White." And then he was gone. For a moment his confused faculties failed to grasp the full significance of the incident. Then like a flash came the thought that if he could only get to the cabin and exchange the hateful clothes upon him for another old suit he had there he would be all right, and, grasping at the idea like a drowning man. he was in another moment tearing through the timber at a breukneck speed for the cabin. He ran nearly a mile, when he approached the edge of an opening or park which he reinem* t* ?i cs nKnnt tliron.iilin I'tpl'si nf J1 Unvu ? do (u/uui iitt w mile from tbe cabin. His first impulse was to skirt it ratber than expose himself in tbe opening ground, but bis anxiety to get to tbe cabiu was so greul that be decided to bold on bis way straight across it. . He bad nearly reached the other edge when be heard the shouts of men's ^ voices behind him. As be turned be K saw six or eight men standing on the opposite edge beckoning him to stop. It probably would have been better for him had he done so; but, half crazed with fear and with Jim White's last words ringing in his ears, he thought only of escape, and regardless of the construction which would be placed upon his act he turned and broke into a run again. A half dozen ride shots followed in rapid succession, and the .whistling balls, some of which passed close, spurred him on to redoubled efforts. Just as he entered the timber he looked back again and saw that the whole crowd was in hot pursuit, but his long, hard run was now telling upon him, and, strain as hard as he would, he realized with a sinking heart that his pace was beginning to lag very perceptibly. When he at length staggered nn tn tbe onhin door, it was very evi dent tliat his race was just about run. As he entered he reeled and would have fallen had he not been nerved by the frantic desire to rid himself of those accursed clothes. Terror lent strength to his hands, and be fairly tore the hateful garments from him. Then he hastily donned the other old suit, and, concealing the discarded as best he could, he sank down in a chair to await developments. Then it suddenly occurred to him that instead of returning to the cabin be should have taken to the Falrplay trail, where he would have been certain after a time to have met Tom on his way back, and then all danger would have been at an ei d. "Perhaps it is not too late yet," he thought, and, acting upon the suggestion, he arose and started for the door. But suppose the vigilantes should take him away and hang him! How would Tom ever learn of his fate? Acting upon a sudden impulse, he wrote this brief note, which he placed in a conspicuous position upon the table: Dear Tom?If I am not here when you come. It is because the vigilantes have taken me away and hanged me by mistake for that other Englishman. NED. Then he opened the door and passed out. He had gone perhaps fifty yards * ? ? kn fk A aU /?1r rtf Q WOOD Lie was tsiuriieu uj iuc vuvu vi U rifle hammer and a stern summons to throw up his hands. He obeyed with- fi out hesitation, aud a moment later he was confronted by a great, rough bearded fellow, who with a shrill whistie summoned several other men to his y side. t "Waal, ye didn't git away, did ye, , Jim?" said the man who halted Ned T and who seemed to be the leader of the B party. t "My name isn't Jim," replied Ned in g a low, choking voice, for in imagina- e tion he already felt the hangman's a noose tightening about his neck. "Ifs g Ned Standisb. and a more unlucky devil never lived." t "Ned Standisb. is it?" retorted the v other, a broad grin overspreading his ^ face. "Waal. I reckou it'll be 'dead j Standisb' in a little while," which sally ^ provoked roars of laughter from the fellow's companions. Ned. however. g protested his innocence so vehemently E that, despite the conviction of his cap- t tors that he was none other than Jim j White, it was decided to take him up e to camp and have his case decided r there instead of finishing him then, as was evidently their first intention. He then asked permission to go into the cabin a moment, which was granted him. the men accompanying him. His purpose was to let Tom know where he was to be taken, aud he added to the note which he bad already written these words: Three o'clock Thursday afternoon. They are about to take me up to the camp. He Judged rightly that the men would not attempt to destroy the note or prevent him from writing what be desired. Indeed, they looted upon it us a bluff and regarded It witb amused indifference. About this time, however, an incident happened which nearly proved fatal to bis hopes, for one of the tuore curious of the men in prowling about the cabin uuearthed that awful suit of clothes. Shouts of triumph and cries of derision at Ned's protest greeted its discovery, for it was regarded as conclusive evidence of his guilt. Some of the men were for taking him outside and finishing him, especially the fellow who found the suit, who denounced him as a murderer. liar and scoundrel of the deepest I dye. The leader, however decided ? to take him up to the camp, and this i was done without further delay. a Arrived here, he was taken to a large, partiaily tilled house, where a t number of men. presumably vigilantes, ^ quickly assembled. Then, with consid- t era hie show of formality, his trial be- ? gan. A number of men were selected to act as jurors, who seated themselves r 011 boxes and barrels somewhat apart c from the others. Then the prosecution, or whatever you may be pleased to call i it. offered its evidence. Several men identified Ned as Jim White, and three t ( positively swore that they saw him fire i the fatal shots which had killed Dick I , Allen and Ed Hope. Then the men who ? 1 had captured him told the story of his i flight, capture and the discovery of the ? clothes concealed in Tom Mcintosh's t i cabin, which were identified by a uum- c . her of men as those worn by White at f the time of the shooting, and then the c i prosecution rested. { ; The evidence seemed overwhelming. J i and that it was regarded as conclusive ? i by every one in the room was apparent, j Then Ned was asked if he had any- t ; thing to say in his own behalf. There ' was a method about the whole proceed- t lug that was entirely at variance with Ned's preconceived notions of vigilante c : justice which, together with the char- t acter of the evidence, left him but little t 1 hope as to his chance of escape. 1 For several moments he did not re- t spond. for he felt the utter futility of i ; attempting to convince these men that t he was other than Jim White, but the ? i love of life which is so strong In most * : men at length asserted Itself, and he 1 began to speak. It was with a low, ( calm voice that he began, for the cer- < taiuty of his Impending fate made him 1 SCENE AT THE PREL1 Bailiffs. A Spc eein to nrmseir a9 good as dead. In imple, earnest words be told the story t bis unbappy lot since coming to tbis ountry, and there was more than one vho, looking into bis frank, youthful ace, was for the first time disturbed vitb grave doubts as to whether he va9 Jim White after all. In the same imple, quiet way he told the story of j he day's incidents, and the deep, repectful silence which followed told as loquentiy as tne grave, soDer races bout him bow deep waB the inipresion which his words had made. For several moments this silence coninued, but was broken at length by a olce saying in sharp, contemptuous ones: "It's jest a clever bit of actin'. le's Jim White. We all know he's Jim Vbite." Thus the effect of Ned's story was wept away, and it was btft a few oiuutes after that the Jury announced hat they believed the prisoner to be im White. Then preparations for the xecution were made. A stout, heavy ope was brought in and fastened to a Ned sprang forward to meet him. eum above. A rough noose was made it the other end, and then one of the nen approached Ned to pinion his irni9. These ominous preparations seemed o suddenly quicken the love of life vithin him, and then, like a?n inspiraion, came a sudden thought to his nind. "You would not hang an Innocent an. would you?" he asked, with a ring >f hope in his voice. "No," several voices promptly aniwered. "Well, then," continued Ned, "wait intil Tom Mcintosh returns from Fairday, and If he does not identify me as sTed Standish then I'll submit without mother word to be hanged." It was a reasonable proposition and 0 seemed to the men about him, and :here was an evident disposition to omply with his request when the same 'ollniv xi'lirt liml onnifon hofnro alinntprt nit: "What's the use of foolin' auy loufer with this fellow? We all know he's rim White, we all know what we've suffered front him and his gang, an' it's est a scheme to delay things until the fang can git together and rescue him." That settled Ned's fate, and he was old to prepare for the end. This decision seemed so unjust, so :ruel, so infamous, that it aroused a freat auger within him. and he broke 'orth in bitter denunciation of them. They were cruel, cold blooded murder;rs, he declared, and for several monents he excoriated them with passion ind vehemence. Stung beyond endurmce at his savage thrusts, one of them, ;he same fellow who just a moment be,'ore had turned the scales against him, Irew his revolver and with a fierce >ath sprang forward as though to fell dm to the floor. Glowing with wrath, lMINARY ARRAIGNMEN' [By Courtesy of tl ictator. Col. Tillma Ned sprang forward to meet him, and just as the fellow raised bis revolver he struck him a terrific blow full In the face, which felled him to the floor. Then a scene of wild confusion followed. A half dozen or more men sought to secure him: but, Inspired with rage and a sense of the deep wrong done him, he fought like a wild beast. Hack und forth the crowd struggled, fierce oaths and low cries of pain mingling with the shuffling of feet, for Ned managed several times to free his arms from the grap-of tbowr about him. and on each occasion be sent some one reeling to the floor. But the weight of numbers soon told, and In a few moments he was lying securely bound. There was little delay In the proceedings thereafter. He was blindfolded, placed on a bigb box several feet from I Lie uour, l Lie uuooe was nujuotcu awut bis neck, aud then at a signal tbe box was pushed from under him. Millions of stars seemed to flash before his darkened eyes, a thousand great bells seemed to be clanging In his ears, his chest felt *as if it would burst open, and then?oblivion. About 4 o'clock on this same after- ' noon a huge fellow drove two heavily laden donkeys up before a cabin about ' two miles down the gulch. "Hello, Ned, my lad!" he shouted in a cheery voice. "What?not In?" he ' continued as no reply came to him from within. "The boy must be fishing." Then he pushed tbe door open and walked in. The piece of paper upon tbe table Instantly caught his eye, and, going up to it, he read the note which j Ned had left for him. With a hoarse cry of miqgled grief and rage be turned and rushed for the door, picking up as he went his Winchester. Then he dashed out aud started up the trail for the camp at a pace too terrific to be maintained for any considerable distance. If any one had chanced to meet that man on that occasion, he would surely have given him the right of way, for supplementing the powerful figure was a look in that set face and in those gray eyes which boded infinite 1 trouble for some one. On and on he wcM with no apparent slackening of his pace. The great lungs worked faster and faster. When he had covered another half mile, his pace -had slackened to a slow, staggering trot. The look upon that haggard face had become something terrible, and it seemed as though each succeeding mo- 1 ment must witness his total collapse. % 1 -*/v MfAtit- otn (r rrr% nlncr o 4- Hmoa L)UL Ull lit; >Y Ciii, oiuftbv.iiub ut um^o, but holding to bis course with a determination as grim and unyielding as : fate. i As be ran into camp he saw a crowd 1 assembled about the storehouse which 1 at that moment broke into a cheer. 1 Spurred on by the awful fear at his heart, Tom summoned his exhausted < energies for one supreme effort. In an- i other moment he was on the edge of ' the crowd, which parted with wonder j before him, and then he was at the door of the storehouse. He hurled his great body against it, and as it burst open he saw the figure suspended in midair. With a hoarse, despairing cry, such as those who heard it will never : forget, he rushed toward the hanging i body, and as he mounted a box and drew his knife preparatory to cutting the rope he shouted In tones of maddened rage and grief: "Curse your cowardly, murdering souls! If you have killed that boy. you will have to settle with me!" No one attempted to stop him, for they all realized then that a terrible j mistake had been made, and when a moment later the white, limp figure i was cut down and laid gently on the floor many there were who sought to , help Tom in the work of resuscitation. | With fierce oaths he pushed them aside, i r OF COL. JAS. H. TIL tie New York World.] P3A M 1 n. Sen. Tillman. Ju< ana then as tie sprinkled water In tlie white, upturned face and gently chafed the nerveless hands he called out in the most piteous tones: "It's Tom, lad! It's me. Ned! Don't you know me? I'm with ye. lad. now! Have no fear!" But as minute after minute passed without any signs of returning consciousness it seemed as though the work of resuscitation wps to fail. Tom, however, redoubled his, efforts, and at length, to his Infinite Joy, he discerned a faint sign of returning life. There was just a faint tremor of an eyelid, and then a minute later a low, deep sigh escaped the boy. In another moment his eyes slowly opened, and Tom knew that the battle was won. Then came the reaction from the strain and excitement under which the noble fellow had labored, and before any one could Interpose a helping hand he sank In a faint beside the boy whom he had saved. MONAZITE MINING. The Industry In This State Likely to be More Profitable. In his report to the United States geological survey on the production of mnnazlte in 1902. now In press, Dr. Joseph Hyde Pratt says that the Brazilian government has granted to a German, for a period of ten years, the exclusive right to develop the monazlte sand deposits along the coasts of Brazil, and this, he thinks, will tend to increase the interest in the monazite deposits of North Carolina and South Carolina. The consul general at Frankfort has informed the department of state that a company has been formed in Berlin to acquire control of this privilege. During 1902 a number of inquiries were received from German importers for information regarding the occurrence of Carolina monazite. Satisfactory replies were made in all cases, except with regard to the price of monazite sand. This is held at a higher figure delivered in Germany that the Brazilian monazite, but with the latter deposits controlled by one company, the price of the sand will probably be much increased, and a considerable demand for the Carolina sand for export to Germany is likely to arise. The production of monazite in the United States is confined exclusively to North and South Carolina, by far the larger amount being obtained from the former state, and in 1D02 this amounted to 882,000 pounds, valued at 569,580. This is air increase of $19,318 in value and of 244,264 pounds In quanity over the production of 1901, which was 748,736 pounds, valued at $59,262. The price received by the miners per pound of the monazite pro duced in 1902 varied from 2J to 5j cents, according to the percentage of thorite. The nearer the sand is brought to a pure monazite, the higher its relative value, and this is accomplished by closer concentration and the use of the electromagnet in separating the higher minerals. Only 190 pounds of monazite sand and thorite were imported into the United States during 1902. There is no record of any export of monazite, though in 1903 there will probably be a considerable export of this mineral to Germany. tji? Bird Law.?It is against the bird law to catch, kill, injure, or to pursue with such intent or to sell, or expose for sale any partridge between the first day of April and the first of November. Any person violating this law is guilty of a misdemeanor and shall be fined not more than twenty dollars or be imprisoned not more than thirty days. It is the duty of all officers to see that this law is not violated as the birds are very late this (season and ought by all means be protected and not allowed to be hunted before the first day of November.? Spartanburg Herald. LMAN AT LEXINGTON. ill ^ fc ff? ige Buchanan. WHAT HAPPENED TO MAGEL3SEN The Mystery of Beirut, Which May Be No Mystery at All. We observe In our exchanges a gradually Intensifying desire to know exactly what happened to Mr. Magelssen, our vice consul at Beirut. It Is a yearning with which we sympathize, but cannot gratify, for thus far not a morsel of explicit Information has been vouchsafed from any quarter. Our fleet was ordered to the Syrian port on the strength of a report by Minister Leishman at Constantinople to the effect that Mr. Magelssen had been assassinated. Admiral Cotton reached Beirut some days later, only to find that Magelssen was alive and well. It has transpired, moreover, that, up to the time the assassination roorback was sent by Minister Leishman, there had been no hostile demonstrations by the Mohammedan populace of the city or its immediate neighborhood. There has been some since, we are told, but that is intelligible enough. We all know what would occur In any of our seaport towns were a foreign government to send a blustering fleet there on a false report and without stopping to ask for explanations. But what perplexes our esteemed contemporaries Is the fact that, after all this time, not a single ray of light has been shed upon the mystery. It seems that Magelssen is In his usual health. There Is nothing to show that he was even attacked with murderous Intent on the occasion mentioned or on any other occasion, and the only outbursts of popular irritation of which we have authentic information occurred after the arrival of our fleet at Beirut. We have before us the spectacle of a hostile American demonstration at the seaport of a nation with which we profess to be on amicable terms, yet no one seems to know why that demonstration was made?still less why it is persisted in. Of course, we need not say that the United States would resent with all its might and fnmr onoVi troatmorif at thA hflndfl ftf any foreign power. Of course, therefore, we are violating the golden rule, and doing to others what we should not for a moment permit them to do to us. The mystery remains, however. More than that, It grows denser with each succeeding day. We share the curiosity of our esteemed contemporaries. Likewise, we partake .freely of their discontent. There is just one conceivable explanation. The old story of the diplomatic fuss and feathers, the tiptoe into dark corners, the finger on the lip, the solemn farce of secrecy. Tremendous things are happening, but 'sh-h! it will never do to talk about them. And yet there was no hesitation, no statecraft, no deep, dark, wily reticence when it came to giving out the "news" of the assassination, or making public the prompt and vigorous action of the government in ordering the fleet to the scene of the tragedy in buckram. Can it be possible that our government is garrulous for effect upon the public mind, and that it becomes majestically reserved only when there are blunders to conceal? At all events, we are unable to answer the interrogatory. "What hap to Magelssen?" If asked for a conjecture, we should say, "Nothing at all." But that would be only guesswork.?Washington Post. iC Monsoon stations are to be established in India for the purpose of taking observations by means of kites and kite balloons. The first station will be in the Himalayas, at Simla, 7,000 feet above the level of the sea. The aggregate capital of 122 German banking institutions is, according to the German Economist, ?354,250,000. More than half of this capital is located in Berlin. LIFE 8T0RY OF BULL LEADER. Noted Southerner Was Poor Boy and Son of a Confederate. William Perry Brown, whose marvelous success in cornering the world's cotton supply has made him a multimillionaire in a (aw months, Is a Mississippian, and was practically unknown in New York six months ago. He was born in Lowndes county fortyone years ago. His father, J. C. Brown, was a South Carolinian, who went to Mississippi with his parents when a boy, became a prosperous planter, a gallant Confederate soldier, and died when W. P. Brown was about fifteen years of age. From his earliest boyhood the bull leader has been connected with cotton in one way or another. He received the education to be had in the rural schools of those days, and while still In his teens he started to work on a cotton plantation. He saved ud a few hundred dollars, which he invested in a general merchandise store, and for the next few years he gave his attention to the building up of that business. He was not particularly successful, and when the store burned down one day Brown lost everything that he had in the world. Then he went to Columbus. Miss., where he worked in a store, having charge of the cotton department. It was there that he organized the cotton firm of W. P. Brown & Co., and moved to New Orleans eight years ago. He secured offices half a square from the New Orleans Cotton Exchange. The office was much smaller than many other cotton offices in New Orleans. Even today, when he is the most-talked-of man in the cotton business, he still occupies the modest second-floor apartments, consisting of an office and a sample room. He has been bulling the market all these years, and his success must be even beyond his expectations, for not even he can accurately estimate Just what is his wealth. His wife brought some capital into the partnership and becqme a member of the firm. Since their marriage Mr. and Mrs. Brown have been residing in the upper section of the city, but Mr. Brown is now having a fine residence built on St. Charles avenue. There are three children in the family, all uuya. In personal appearance the cotton king Is of about the average height, but sturdily built and well proportioned. In dress he Is perfectly plain, almost to the point of carelessness. He Is a tireless worker. Often he reaches his office before his clerks and he never leaves in the evening until all of the day's work has received his personal attetitiom? He is quick in his movements, as in his speech, and yet extremely careful in every undertaking. "I have been in the cotton business all my life, but don't know how much longer I will be in it," Mr. Brown said recently. But his late exploits are not his only successes. He is the man who last year conceived the idea of merging the Union National Bank into the Southern Trust and Banking company, and later consolidated the Hibernia National with the Southern Trust company and organized the Hibernia and Southern Trust company, and finally consolidated these banking institutions into the Hibernia Bank and Trust company. Through his efforts New Orleans boasts the largest bank and trust company in the south, with $1,000,000 capital, $2,000,000 surplus and $10,000,000 deposits. He is a southern man whose late achievements are the admiration of one section of the country and the astonishment of the other?the first and only southerner to engineer a successful corner in the world's greatest staple,?Baltimore Sun. Story of the South's Progress.? Since 1891, when it had less than 2,000,000 cotton spindles, it has increased its cotton mills by over 6,200,000 spindles, giving it now a total of 8.250,000 spindles, while during the same period England added only 1,650,000 to its 45,900,000 spindles, and New England added only_ 1,800,000 spindles to its 13,25U,UUU. .fcjngiana anu uic north had in 1891 58,000,000 spindles,which they have since increased by 3,300,000, while the south had less than 2,000,000 spindles, which it has since Increased by 6,200,000. What has been done in cotton has to a considerable extent been done in lumber, coal and iron. Since 1880 the south has increased its pig Iron production from 397,000 tons to over 3,000,000 tons, reaching this year probably about 3,500,000 tons; it has increased its coal output from 6,000, tons to over 60,000,000 tons; its exports from $261,000,000 to $510,000,000. * In 1880 it had 20,600 miles of railroad, now it has about 60,000 miles; then it had $23,500,000 capital invested in lumber operations, now it has $181,700,000 and the value of its lumber products increased from $39,900,000 in 1880 to $188,000,000 in 1900.?Manufacturers' Record. A Wonderful Robe.?Edgar S. Bronson and N. A. Nichols, publishers of the Thomas, O. T., Tribune, have a wonderful piece of Indian workmanship, a "dancing robe," valued at $5,000. They had to put up their newspaper plant as a guaranty for its safe return to Old Crow, an Indian chieftain, whose daughters made the robe. The robe is valuable because of the 728 elk's teeth with which it is adorned in front and behind. These teeth are said to be worth $5 apiece, as all are large nnrt flnp snerimpna. Thev are secure ly fastened to the robe with slender buckskin thongs. The robe Is made of dark blue military cloth with bright colored strips and beads where the pieces are Joined. The teeth attached to this robe were collected in the Old Crow and Howling Crane families, and are trophies of the chase extending back 200 years. As each elk has but two large teeth, the Indiaa maidens' robe represents 364 slain monarchs of the forest. Dora, aged eighteen, and "Pipesquaw," twenty-one, made the garment, which is worn only at some notable ceremony among the Indians. .- 'SS&j When one of Old Crow's daughters \ ' wants to put all the belles of the neighborhood in the shade, she proudly dons the dancing robe with the conviction that nothing in the territory can approach it in magniflcance.