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established 1855. YORKVILLE, S. C., TUESDAY, OCTOBER 6, 1903. NO. 80.
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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."
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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
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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.
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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
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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.
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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.