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^ ISSUED SEMI-WEEKLTP^ i. m. grists sons, Publishers. J S t^familg IJowsjagtr: jfor the jgromofion of titt {potitiral, Social, Agricultural, and (Kommeijrial Jlitierests^of Jh< jprople. ^ { tsr*8ino^#Lpi* wtb cm ?1108" ESTABLISHED 1855. YORKVILLE, S. C., TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 10, 1903. 1STO. 90. f 5Ae SKY j = : 3y 'RALPH J Autk< ^ "The Man Fro < "Glengarry School Day * < Copyright, 1899. by FLEMI 4 YrrrYfVYrfYrrrrfTrrvTrYfY CHAPTER XIII. THE CANYON FLOWERS. mHE Pilot's first visit to Gwen bad been a triumph. But IS5S8CI none knew better than be ISeHH that the fight was still to ^ J ? t ? ^ 1 mo i?f come, lor ueep iu uncuo v. thoughts whose pain made her forget all other. "Was It God let me fall?" she asked abruptly one day, and the Pilot knew the fight was on. but he only answered, looking fearlessly into her eyes: 1 "Yes, Gwen, dear." 1 "Why did he let me fall?" And her 1 voice was very deliberate. "I don't know, Gwen, dear," said the Pilot steadily. ?He knows." "And does he know I shall never ride again? Does he know how long the days are and the night when I can't ' sleep? Does he know?" "Yes, Gwen, dear," said the Pilot, and the tears were standing in his eyes, though his voice was still steady enough. ' "Are you sure he knows?" The voice ' was painfully intense. "Listen to me. Gwen," began the 1 Pilot in great distress, but she cut him short. "Are you quite sure he knows? An- 1 swer me!" she cried with her old im- \ periousness. "Yes, Gwen, he knows all about you." 1 "Then what do you think of him, just ' because he's big and strong, treating a little girl that way?" Then she added viciously: "I hate him! I don't care! I hate him!" But tne mot aia not wince, i wondered how he would solve that problem that was puzzling not only Gwen but her father and the Duke and all of us? the why of human pain. , "Gwen." said the Pilot, as If changing the subject, "did It hurt to put on the plaster Jacket?" "You Just bet!" said Gwen, lapsing in her English, as the Duke was not present. "It was worse than anything ?awful! They had to straighten me out, you know." And she shuddered at the memory of that pain. "What a pity your father or the Duke was not here!" said the Pilot earnestly. "Why, they were both here!" "What a cruel shame!" burst out the Pilot. "Don't they care for you any more?" "Of course they do," said Gwen indignantly. "Why didn't they stop the doctors from hurtlr.g you so cruelly?" "Why, they let the doctors. It is going to help me to sit up and perhaps to walk about a little," answered Gwen, ' At\An TT?1/1 Q Willi uiue Kla.v CJ>co Uficu niuc. | "Oh," said the Pilot. "It was very ! mean to stand by and see you hurt like ' that." "Why, you silly," replied Gwen impatiently, "they want my back to get straight and strong." "Oh, then they didn't do it just for ( fun or for nothing?" said the Pilot in- 1 noeently. ( Gwen gazed at him in amazed and ( speechless wrath, and lie went on: "I mean they love you though they , let you be hurt, or, rather, they let the doctors hurt you because they loved ] you and wanted to muke you better." , Gwen kept her eyes fixed with curi- ' ous earnestness upon his face till the light began to dawn. ] "Do you mean." she began slowly, , "that though God let me fall he loves ( me?" ! The Pilot nodded. He could not trust his voice. , "I wonder if that can be true," she said, as if to herself, and soon we said , goodby and came away?the Pilot limp , and voiceless, but I triumphant, for I began to see a little light for Gwen. But the fight was by no means over. Indeed it was hardly well begun. For when the autumn came, with its misty. purple days, most glorious of all days in the cattle country, the old restlessness came back and the fierce refusal of her lot. Then came the day of the round up. Why should she have to stay while all went after the cattle? The Duke would have remained, but she impatiently sent him away. She was weary and heartsick, and. worst of all. she began to feel that most terrible of burdens, the burden of her life to others. I was much relieved when the Pilot came in fresh and bright waving a bunch of wild flowers in his hand. "I thought they were all gone!" he cried. "Where do you think I found them? Right down by the big elm root." And. though he saw by the settled gloom of her face that the storm was coming, he went bravely on picturing the canyon in all the splendor of its autumn dress. But the spell would not work. Tier heart was out on the slonlng hills, where the cattle were bunching and crowding with tossing heads and rattling horns, and it was in a voice very bitter and impatient that she criea: "Oh. I am sick of all tills! I want to ride! I want to s"e the cattle and the mon and?and?and all tho things outside." The Pilot was cowboy enough to know the longing that tugged at her heart for one wild race after the calves or steers, but he could only say: "Walt. Gv ?n. Try to be patient." "I am pa. ent: at least I have been patient for two whole months, and It's no use. and I don't believe God cares one bit!" "Yes. he does, Gweu, more than any of jjis," replied the Pilot earnestly. r PILOT | - r cowon ; ir of ' >m Gleaf&rry" ? ' s" and " Bl&ck Rock" NG H. REVELL COMPANY * "No, lie does not care," she answered with angry emphasis, and the Pilot made no reply. "Perhaps," she went on hesitatingly, ???*?. kiirtonoa T on Jrl T HMn'f PQrO lie D ailgljr ucvauoc X 9UIU X utuu V VW>V for him, you remember? That was very wicked. But dou't you think I'm punished nearly enough now? You made me very angry, and I didn't really mean it" Poor Gwen! God had grown to be very real to her during these weeks of 1 pain, and very terrible. The Pilot looked down a moment into the blue gray eyes, grown so big and so pitiful, and. hurriedly dropping on his knees beside the bed. he said in a very unsteady ' voice: "Oh. Gwen, Gwen. he's not like that! ' Don't you remember how Jesus was with the poor sick people? That's what he's like." "Could Jesus make me well?" "Yes. Gwen." "Then why doesn't he?" she asked, and there was no Impatience now, but only trembling anxiety as she went on In a timid voice: "I asked him to, over 1 1.1 T < ttUtl UVfl, ttiili Itaiu 1 numu tt (UL vnv months, and now it's more than three. ' Are you quite sure he hears now?" She raised herself on her elbow and 1 gazed search!nply into the Pilot's face. I was glad it was not into mine. As she uttered the words. "Are you quite ' 3ure?" one felt that things were in the balance. I could not help looking at ' the Pilot with Intense anxiety. What would he answer? The Pilot gazed out of the window upon the hills for a few 1 moments?how long the silence seemed!?then. turning, looked into the eyes ' that searched his so steadily and an- ! swered simply: 1 "Yes. Owen. I am quite sure!" Then, 1 with quick inspiration, he got her 1 mother's Bible and said, "Now. Gwen, try to see it as I read." But before he ' read, with the true artist's instinct he jreated the proper atmosphere. By a : few vivid words he made us feel the ^ pathetic loneliness of the Man of Sorrows in his 'ast sad days. Then he read that ma iterpiece of all tragic pic- 1 taring, the st >ry of Gethsemane. And 1 is he read we saw it all?the garden 1 and the trees and the sorrow stricken j Man alone with his mysterious agony. We heard the prayer so pathetically 1 submissive, and then, for answer, the 1 rabble and the traitor. Gwen was far too quick to need ex- J planation, and the Pilot only said. "You 3ee. Gwen, God gave nothing but the best?to his own Son only the best." "The best? They took him away, Jidn't they?" She knew the story well. "Yes. but listen." He turned the leaves rapidly and read: "'We see j Jesus for the suffering of death crown?d with glory and honor.' That is how be got his kingdom." Gwen listened silent, but unconvinced, and then said slowly: "But how can this be best for me? I r.?^, r./* ..on trv (liiv nno It nnn'r hfk best to just lie here and make them all wait an me. and?and?I did want to help , iaddy?and?oh?I know they will get tired of me! Tliev are getting tired already. 1?I?can't help being hateful." She was by this time sobbing as I luul never heard her before?deep, passionate sobs. Then again the Pilot had I nn inspiration. "Now. Owen." he said severely, "you know we're not as mean as that and < that you are just talking nonsense, ev- t pry word. Now I'm going to smooth < out your red hair and tell you a story." * "It's not red." she cried, between her 1 sobs. This was her sore point. ( "It is red. as red as can be: a beau- 1 tiful. shining purple red." said the Pilot emphatically, beginning to brush. j "Purple!" cried Owen scornfully. ] "Yes. I've seen it in the sun. purple, t Haven't you?" said the Pilot, appealing to ine. "And my story is nbout the can- i yon. our canyon, your canyon, down j there." \ "Is it true?" asked Gwen, already soothed by the cool, quick moving s hands. ] "True? It's as true as?as"?he , glanced around the room?"as the 'Pilgrim's Progress.'" This was satisfac- , tory. and the story went on. , "At first there were no canyons, but ( only the broad, open prairie. One day ? the master of the prairie, waiting out ( over Ills great lawns, where were only j grasses, asked the prairie. 'Where are ) your flowers: ana me praine sum, , 'Master. I have no seeds.' Then he ^ spoke to the birds, and they carried seeds of every kind of flower and ] strewed them far and wide, and soon the prairie bloomed with crocuses \ and roses and buffalo beans and the J yellow crowfoot and the wild sunflow- . ers and the red lilies all the summer , Ion:;. < "Then the master came and was well c pleased, but he missed the flowers he ' loved best of all. and he said to the prairie. 'Where are the clematis and the columbine, the sweet violets and \ wind tiowe-s. and all the ferns and < flowering shrubs?' And again he spoke ' to the birds, and again they carried all { the seeds and strewed them far and j wide. But. again, when the master j came, lie could not find the flowers he 1 loved best of all. and he said, 'Where J are those, my sweetest flowers?' and the prairie cried sorrowfully, 'Oh, mas- < ter. I cannot keep the flowers, for the winds sweep fiercely and the sun beats j upon my breast, and they wither up and fly away." ? "Then the master suoke to the light' ' ning. and with one swift blow the lightning cleft the prairie to the heart And the prairie rocked and groaned In agony, and for many a day moaned bitterly over Its black, Jagged, gaping wound. But the Little Swan poured Its waters "irough the cleft and carried down ?. *ep black mold, and once more the birds carried seeds and strewed them In the canyon. And after a long time the rough rocks were decked out with soft mosses and trailing vines, and all the nooks were hung with clematis and columbine, and great" elms lifted their huge tops high up into the sunlight, and down about their feet clustered the low cedars and balsams, and everywhere the violets and wind flowers and maiden hair grew and bloomed, till the can.von became the master's place for rest and peace and joy." The quaint tale was ended, and Gwen lay quiet for some moments, then said gently: "Yes. The canyon flowers are much the best. Tell me what it means." Then the Pilot read to her: "The fruits?I'll read 'flowers'?of the Spirit are love, joy, peace, long suffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, self control, and some of these grow oaily In the canyon." "Which are the canyon flowers?" asked Gwen softly, and the Pilot answered: "Gentleness, meekness, self control; but, though the others?love, Joy, peace ?bloom In the open, yet never with so rich a bloom and so sweet a perfume as In the canyon." For a long time Gwen lay quite still, and then said wistfully, while her lip trembled: "There are no flowers in my canyon. but only ragged rooks." . "Some day they will bloom. Gwen, dear. He will find them, and we. too. shall see them." Then he said good by and took me away. He had done his work that day. We rode through the big gate, down the sloping hill, past the smiling, twinkling little lake and down again out of the broad sunshine into the shadows and soft lights of the canyon. As we followed the trail that wound among the elms and cedars the very air was full of gentle stillness, and as we moved we seemed to feel the touch of loving hands that lingered while they left us, ^nd every flower and tree and vine and shrub and the soft mosses and the deep bedded ferns whispered as we passed Df love and peace and joy. To the Duke it was all a wonder, for as the days shortened outside they brightened inside, and every day and more and more Gwen's room became the brightest spot In all the house, and when he asked the Pilot. "What did rou do to the little princess, and what's ill this about the canyon and its flowers?" the Pilot said, looking wistfully Into the Duke's eyes. "The fruits of the Spirit are love, peace, long suffer-' ing, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness. self control, and some of these are found only in the canyon." And the Duke, standing up straight, handsome and strong, looked back at the Pilot and said, putting out his hand: "Do you know. I believe you're right." "Yes. I'm quite sure," answered the Pilot simply. Then, holding the Duke's hand as long as one man dare hold another's, he added, "When you come to your canyon, remember." "When I come!" said the Duke, and a quick spasm of pain passed over his handsome face. "God help me. it's not too far away now." Then he smiled again his old. sweet smile, and saia: "Yes. you are all right; for of all the flowers I have seen none is fairer or sweeter than those that are waving In Gwen's canyon." TO BE CONTINUED. NEVER MET DEFEAT. Military Leaders Who Were Always Successful In Battle. The Duke of Alva, one of the most >minent soldiers of the sixteenth cenury, never throughout his long and ?ventful career lost a battle. The uchbishop of Cologne was struck by lis effort to avoid a conflict, having on >ne occasion urged him to engage the Dutch. "The object of a general," replied \lva, "is not to fight, but to conquer. 4e fights enough who obtains the vicory." Oliver Cromwell throughout his mlltary career never lost a battle, though le nearly sustained a reverse at Dun ar. The Duke of Marlborough fought several battles against the most experienced generals in Europe and was lever once defeated. The famous Russian general Suva off was another commander destined lever to suffer defeat. He gained several victories against the Turks and igainst the Poles, and in Italy he was ipposed by Moreau. and being completely outnumbered, he effected a irilliant retreat over the mountains of Switzerland, though Germany, into Russia. * The Duke of Wellington throughout lis brilliant campaigns, both in India ind in the peninsula, preserved to himself a remarkable record of unlnter-upted successes from the first battle n which he was vested with supreme ommand throughout the peninsular ivar, in which he defeated the ablest \f Vurmlonn's marshals. until the jventfuf day at Waterloo. Kelt No Need of It.?An aeronaut it a county fair had made rather an mlucky ascension, says the Youth's Companion. His balloon had gone ugh enough, but the wind had carried lim a mile or two farther away than le anticipated, and the car, in descendng, had become entangled in the top of i tree in a village street and spilled lim out. He struck the ground with wine violence. A crowd quickly gathered about his prostrate form. "Stand back and give him air!" ex.laimed three or four at once. The aeronaut was not seriously hurt. He raised himself feebly to a sitting posture. "Air?" he echoed, in a tone of deep lisgust. "Don't you think I've had enough air in the last ten minutes?" CMS lit Tim Mi Long List of Complaints Now Peufling. DAMAGE SUITS PREDOMINATE. Namo of the Plaintiffs, Defendants and Attorneys In the Various Jury Cases That Are to be Taken Up at the Next Term of the Court of Common Pleas ?More than Enough jWork For the Regular and Extra Tefms. Calendar 1, of the court of common pleas, as made up for the approaching term contains mare tnan eignty cases, and of these probably as many as sixty will be called for trial during the regular and extra terms. A majority of the most important cases are actions for damages against various corporations. The list is as follows: Jane E. Templeton vs. W. A. Templeton et al. Wilson & Wilson for plaintiff; Hart & Hart for defendants. Fannie McCarter vs. Mary Faris et al. Jas. F. and John R. Hart for plaintiff; Finley & Brice for defendants. Southern Railway company vs Pride Ratterree. B. L. Abney and Duncan & Sanders for plaintiff; I. D. Witherspoon for defendant. J. B. Martin vs. L. L. Clyburn. G. W. S. Hart and Finley & Brice for plaintiff; Wilson & Wilson for defendant. W. N. Ashe, Jr., vs. J. C. Steele & Sons. Finley & Brice for plaintiff; W. W. Lewis for defendant Commercial and Farmers' Bank vs. Anna H. Mobley. Witherspoon & CJrvAMAflra nlolntiff' W T fftp O^CllWCl IVi piaiiikin, ff V* defendant. Commercial and Farmers' Bank vs. Frel Mobley. Witherspoon & Spencers for plaintiff; W. J. Cherry for defendant. Samuel W. Mitchell vs. Jos. W. Leech et al. Jas. F. and G. W. S. Hart for plaintiff; Finley & .Brice for defendants. Piedmont Cotton Co. vs. W. L. Hill. Finley & Brlce for plaintiff; G. W. S. Hart for defendant. A. D. Holler vs. Amanda L. Neely. Witherspoon & Spencers for plaintiff; Wilson & Wilson for defendant. Horton Manufacturing Co. vs. Charlotte Brick Co. Witherspoon & Spencers for plaiatiff; Thos. F. McDow for defendant. Loan and Savings Bank vs. J. W. Carr. Witherspoon & Spencers for plaintiff; Jas. F. Hart and J. S. Brice for defendant. A. E. Sutton vs. Catawba Power Co. G. W. S. Hart and Jas. F. Hart for plaintiff; Wilson & Wilson for defendant. A. Brown Ferguson vs. Georgia, -Carolina and Northern railroad. Wilson & Wilson for plaintiff; J. L. Glenn for defendant. Pinckney Anderson vs. Southern Railway. Wilson & Wilson for plaintiff: C. P. Sanders for defendant. T. M. Allen, guardian, vs. Wm. Martin. Wilson & Wilson for plaintiff; Henry & McClure for defendant. J. Edgar Poag vs? Charlotte Oil Co. Finley & Brice for plaintiff; Witherspoon & Spencers for defendant. Warren Crockett vs. Carolina and North-Western Railway Co. W. W. Lewis for plaintiff; James F. Hart, John R. Hart for defense. Mrs. Erskine Whitesides vs. Walter W. Barron. J. S. Brice for plaintiff; John R. Hart for defendant. Catherine M. Whitesides et al. vs. J. B. Martin et al. Thos. F. McDow for plaintiff; G. W. S. Hart and J. S. Brice for defendants. Pink Page vs. Seaboard Air Line railroad. Wilson & Wilson for plaintiff; J. L. Glenn for defendant. Herbert Wright vs. Wm. R. Carroll. Witherspoon & Spencers for plaintiff; J. S. Brice for defendant. Harriet J. Bratton vs. W. N. Ashe, Jr. Thos. F. McDow for plaintiff; J. S. Brlce for defendant. L. H. Sistar vs. Western Union Telegraph Co. Wilson & Wilson for plaintiff. Lowry T. Shillinglaw vs. Pride Ratterree. J. S. Brice for plaintiff. J. J. Keller & Co. vs. Amanda J. Dunlap. J. S. Brice for plaintiff. Maggie Morrow as administrator, vs. Catawba Power Co. Spencers & Dunlap for plaintiff; J. S. Brice for defend ant. W. L. Roddey & Co. vs. A. J. Sturgis. Thos. F. McDow for plaintiff; J. S. Brioe for defendant. Ira B. Dunlap, administrator, vs. the cavings Bank of Rock Hill. W. M. Dunlap for plaintiff; W. J. unerry for defendant. Virginia-Carolina Chemical Co. vs. R. T. Castles and Julius A. Hope. Thos. F. McDow for plaintiff. Eli Macon vs. the Catawba Power company. J. H. Marlon for plaintiff. Ed Dye vs. Catawba Power company. Jas. F. Hart for plaintiff; A. G. Brice for defendant. Foster Means by guardian ad litem vs. Catawba Power company. James F. Hart for plaintiff; A. G. Brice for defendant. W. S. Brown vs. the Traders Insurance company of Illinois. Wilson & Wilson for plaintiff. John B. Moore, Sr., vs. the Catawba Power Co. Geo. W. S. Hart and D. W. Robinson for plaintiff; A. G. Brice for defendant. Eliza F. Buist and Hugh B. Buist, her husband vs. the Southern Railway, South Carolina division. W. B. McCaw for plaintiff; B. L. Abney, Witherspoon & Spencers and G. W. S. Hart for defendant. The Cable Company vs. W. J. Moorhead. McDow & Lewis for plaintiff; J. S. Brice for defendant. O. P. Heath et al. as survivors vs. York county. McDow & Lewis for plaintiff; J. S. Brice for defendant. William T. Slaughter vs. the Southern Railway. McDow & Lewis for plaintiff. H. W. Hawkins vs. T. F. Jackson. John R. Hart for plaintiff; Wm. B. McCaw for defendant. Carrie Arthurs vs. T. F. Jackson. John R. Hart for plaintiff; Wm. B. McCaw for defendant. Claiborne Wilson vs. Catawba Power Co. Spencers & Dunlap for plaintiff. Phil Bailey vs. Catawba Power company. Spencers & Dunlap, for plaintiff. E. P. H. Nlvens vs. Catawba Power company. James F. Hart for plaintiff. Julian Boyd Johnson by J. B. Johnson, guardian ad litem vs. the Southern Railway. Wilson & Wilson for plaintiff. Robert D. Sealy vs. the Southern Railway company and D. G. McAlister. Wilson & Wilson for plaintiff. John Hughes vs. the Southern Railway company. Wilson & Wilson for plaintiff. Hamilton H. Hood vs. Highland Park Manufacturing Co.. Wilson & Wilson for plaintiff; Jones & Tillett for defendant. Iredell Jones vs. the Highland Park Manufacturing company. Wilson & Wilson for plaintiff. J. W. Collins vs. Highland Park Manufacturing company. Wilson & Wilson for plaintiff. W. M. McDonald vs. the Southern Railway company. Wilson & Wilson for plaintiff. Thomas McClure vs. Southern Rail way. Walter M. Dunlap for plaintiff. Walter B. Kerr vs. the Southern Railway company. Walter M. Dunlap for plaintiff. The Smith-Fewell company vs. Frel Mobley. Spencers & Dunlap for plaintlfT. Ann Letitia Hunt vs. John B. Smith. J. S. Brice for plaintiff; McDow & Lewis for defendant. A. D. Dillingham vs. Milfort Mill Co. J. S. Brice for plaintiff. Tobe Burris by Jas. L. Moss, his guardian ad litem vs. the Southern Railway. Carolina division. J. S. Brice for plaintiff. John L. Rainey vs. the Southern Railway company et al. J. S. Brice for plaintiff. W. A. Cook by his guardian ad litem Jas. M. Cook vs. the Southern Railway. J. S. Brice for plaintiff. Wm. D. Glenn and Robert T. Allison doing business as Glenn & Allison vs. the Seaboard Air line Railway. McDow & Lewis for plaintiff; Glenn & McFadden for defendant. Tooholla Qnntt at al VQ W T,_ Hill. J. S. Brice for plaintiff; G. W. S. Hart for defendant. THE WINTER WILL BE COLD. An Old Fashioned Sign Points to Very Severe Weather. There Is a good old fashioned "sign" that the coming winter will be a severe one, twentieth century omen iconoclasts to the contrary notwithstanding. Grandparents held firmly to the belief that where there was a superabundance of fruits and nuts Dame Nature's liberality was but the display of wisdom in providing her children substance for the severe winter that was coming. Another "sign" that has been noHr>ea hlo for the nast week or ten davs is the unusually blood red sunsets, and even long1 after Old Sol has pulled up his last tent flap and the. day is done, the sky remains a glory of deep crimson which gradually fades away before the silver rays of the silvery moon. These signs were all firmly believed in by our fore-fathers. The wild fruits and nuts are said to exist in great quantities this year. Hence the winter should be an unusually hard one. Farmers are getting to be so up-to-, date that they come to lose faith In the signs that have been believed in since the beginning of things. Belief in the efficiency of the ground hog as the forecaster of the weather, in the time honored goose bone as an indication of cold or mild weather, or in the size of the nut crop as signs of the sort of weather?mild or frigid?that is to distinguish the wintry season, had all been relegated to the department of tradition in ancient history. Time was when the dweller along the country side held himself to his oak tree or his chestnut grove or looked at his walnut or hickory trees to get Jiis tip on the weather probabilities for the winter. If the crop of acorns was large or the yield of nuts was great on the trees, the believer of such signs would smile to himself?if he had his ouk and lightwood in and liked a cold winter?and said: "M'm, we'll have a severe winter, plenty of frost." Nowadays all signs look alike to him. If the nut crops are abundant. he's well satisfied; if they are scanty, he takes it philosophically; ? 1am/?a? nlno V* 1 n frt Oll/ttl UUl lie; 1IU (Ullgci ^UIO llio JL0.1U1 iw ouvt* things. The seasons have changed, he says, and you can't bank on anything. Getting at the Facts. The street car company had been sued for damages in a personal injury case, and the president of the corporation was on the witness stand, says the Chicago Tribune. ' Now, sir," said the attorney for the plaintiff, in cross-examining, "in order to determine just how far you consider your company liable for damages in any action of this kind, let me ask you?do you aim to run your road to please yourself or to please the public?" "Hold on!" exclaimed the attorney for the defense. "You needn't answer that. I object to the question your honor." "State your objections," said the Judge. The lawyer rose. "We object, if the court please, on the ground that it is immaterial, irrelevant. entirely aside from the point at issue, foreign to the matter in hand, and has nothing to do with this case. We object, your honor, because it has no possible bearing on this action. What difference can it make, one way or the other? It is purely an academic question. It is a point that was not brought out in the direct examination. Aside from all this, your honor, we object for the reason that the question is not pertinent. It is wholly extraneous." Here he sat down, and the other attornev rose. "We Insist, your honor," he said, "that the question is entirely relevant. It is a part of the res gestae in this case. We want to know, your honor, whether this man thinks he owes any duty to the public, or whether he owes no duty to anybody but himself and the stockholders of the road. We have a right to establish the fact if he holds the one opinion, and we have a right to establish the fact if he holds the contrary opinion." "You may answer the question," said the court. "Now, then, sir, I will ask you again: Do you run your road to please your selves or to please the public?" "We don't run the road at all. sir," replied the witness, wearily. "We run the cars." A Stithy In Procrastination.? "Have you started on that job of work ?" "No. suh," answered Mr. Erastus Pinkley. "I specks I might as well put it off till nex' week." "Why, this is only Monday." "I knows it. but de mawnin's half gone, an' den it's only a few days till Friday, an dat's bad luck, an' I dasn't work on Sunday, so I reckons I better wait till I kin git a clean staht."?Washington Star. fork's Octogenarians. JOHN LOWRIE BOLIN. The accompanying portrait Is that of a good natured farmer, well-known throughout Western York, and still digging an honest living out of the ground at the advanced age of eightytwo years. The Enquirer has many readers who will at once recognize in the engraving the familiar features of Mr. John Lowrle Bolin. Mr. Bolin's ancestors came from Virginia during the war of the Revolution, fought on the patriot side in various campaigns of partisan leaders in this section and made good soldiers. After the war they did pioneer work in conquering the wilderness that covered ?he country, and left numerous offspring to perpetuate their name. His father Manning Bolin, was also a na me in nre IIICKUI>?uiuvt?neifeiiuui hood and lived to a ripe old age. Mr. Bolin volunteered his services for the Mexican war; but was left at home in the drawing of lots by which the overplus of volunteers on that ocJOHN LOWRIE BOLIN. raclnn ua? pllminated He Stood for the Union during the secession excitement; but nevertheless went to the front when his services were needed, and performed his duty as far as he was able. His wife who is also more than eighty years of age, is still living, but Is not enjoying very good health. They have had eleven children, of whom four sons and two daughters are living. Notwithstanding their advanced ages. Mr. and Mrs. Bolin are still making an honest living by the sweat of their brows. They rent land. Last year their mule died just at the time it was most needed; but they did not allow themselves to be cast down by the misfortune. The sturdy old man worked out his cotton with a hoe, and made enough to live and pay his rent. This year he Is in better shape, and has made seven or eight bales of cotton. AN ANSWERED PRAYER. How a Stranger Received the Petition of an Aged Couple. Mr. Jennings had passed his threescore and ten, and had come to a time of enforced Inactivity. A long illness kept him for months in bed, and when he recovered he had dropped out of the procession: every one recognized his break-down as the unmistakable sign that his days of work were over. Mr. Jennings was not altogether happy. He almost resented the fact that the church and community could get on so well without him, and it seemed hard that his manly vigor, carried so finely into old age. should waste in unwilling Idleness, with nothing to look forward '" UaInlooonoeo ntiH HflAth. IU wui una.! uuu "I stay at home and play," he said, "but I can do nothing to answer my own prayers. I can't get out to meeting, and I have little chance to Influence any one for good. The world has gone by while I have been resting by the way, and I can't catch up." Mrs. Jennings comforted him, and the aged pair sat down together, making the most of each other's companionship and daily praying for the Lord's work, which was going on without them. One morning the two old saints finished their breakfast, read their chapter in the Bible, and kneeled down, according to their custom, to thank God for their blessings, to ask his guidance and care for the grown-up and scattered family, and his benediction on the work which others were doing and in which they no longer had a share. While they were on their knees a ladder rose against the open window, and a man began to ascend. The old couple were a little deaf, and prayed on. The carpenter, who had come to repair the roof by the bay window, ascended two rounds, and stopped. He stnnrl for a minute, at least, undecided whether to go up or down, or to stay where he was; then he descended quietly, and stole away. A little way from the house the carpenter sat down in the shade and waited. The prayer was not a short one, and its tones still came to him. He recalled the words which he had heard on the ladder, and his eyes tilled with tears: he brushed them away, but they came again; he thought of another gray-haired couple, now dead, who never failed, while they lived, to pray to God for an absent son. He remounted the ladder at length, but the accents of that prayer rose and fell in his ears with the tappings of the hammer; and when Mr. Jennings came out and leaned on his staff and inquired about the repairs which the roof needed, the carpenter felt as though he had received a benediction. All this was eight months ago, in I Chicago. A few days ago Mr. Jen ning's doorbell rang, and a man entered, and said: "I am the carpenter who repaired your roof last spring. I had godly parents, but I entered the armyj and led a hard life. I had not been to church nor heard a prayer for years. I heard your prayer when I put up the ladder. For eight months, by the help of God, I have lived a new life." Then Mr. and Mrs. Jennings knelt down again, and thanked God for an unexpected answer to their prayer. Sincere goodness is never "out of * T*n /\*vi nl/Mt AW An/In f * ! ?1 ?v-? n V* am/) >vuru, no cmpiu/ci iixiuo ti luui^/ii aim trophies for it in the retirement and rest, as well as in strenuous activity.? Youth's Companion. ENGLAND'S NEW FIELD GUN. Probably Equal to That In Possession of Any Other Power. The new gun is an exceptionally powerful and efficient weapon, says the London Telegraph. It has an extreme range of 10,000 yards, and a rate of Are of twenty-nine rounds per minute. The improved time fuse permits of effective shrapnel fire at a range of 3,400 yards, an enormous advance on anything possible with our present type of field gun. There are four special points in which the new type surpasses the old; these are, simplicity of the beech action, iri which the interrupted screw is abolished, increased range, vastly Increased rapldty of fire and perfect absorption of the recoil. In the old type of gun a coned steel block, carrying an interrupted screw 'hread, was used to close the breech, and intricate and comparatively delicate mechanism was necessary to work It quickly, while the danger or Durning or injuring the screw thread when Inserting the shell necessitated an amount of care which materially Interfered with the rapid loading of the gun. The new breech, which Is the Invention of Col. Deport of the French Artillery, entirely obviates these difficulties. Instead of a threaded cone, worked by a complicated system of levers and ratchets, there will be in the new gun a plain steel disc swinging on a pivot. When the crank handle attached to the disc is pulled, the disc slides, round, so that a cartridge can be inserted in the bore, a reversal of the motion closes the breech and Ares the gun, the whole operation occupying less than a second of time when performed by well trained gunners. The writer saw a French gun detachment fire eight rounds in fifteen seconds for the benefit of the czar of Russia, at Fort de Fresne, near Rheims, and thirty rounds have been fired in one minute by a picked squad at the French school of gunnery. This extreme rapidity is effected by the adoption of an automatic attachment, which fires the gun the Instant the disc has swung into position and closed the breech. When a slower rate of Are is required, as in ranging, the automatic action is put out of gear by a very simple arrangement, and the gun can then .be fired by pulling a lanyard, which releases the striker in the ordinary way. An exactly similar breech mechanism has been adopted by the admiralty for the heavy guns, and weapons manufactured in future will be fitted with it. In opening the breech after the shot has been fired, an extractor grips the rim of the exploded cartridge case and jeras it out so as to leave the gun ready for the next round. Fixed ammunition?that is, the cartridge and the shell joined in one piece, like a rifle cartridge?will, of course, be used for the new gun. 110 MILES ON ONE HORSE. Cavalry Officer Rode Long Distance In Single Day. In 1863, Major S. R. Harrington, of the Fifth Kansas cavalry, rode one horse in one day from Leavenworth to Burlington, a distance of 110 miles, says a correspondent of the Kansas City Journal. I was sergeant in company L, Fifth Kansas cavalry. In the early summer of 1864, companies L and M of this regiment were consolidated, and formed what was known as New Company B, Fifteenth Kansas cavalry, and we were ordered to Fort Riley. In July of that year there came orders for the troops, scattered in companies at various points in Kansas, to be concentrated at Lawrence and Leavenworth for muster out of the service. Dispatch bearers had to be sent to these various commands. There were a few troops scattered along the then border, principally In the Neosho valley, from Fort Riley to Fort Scott. Learning that dispatches were to be sent to them I asked to be detailed to that duty. Through the efforts of my first lieutenant, T. J. Hadley, now of Kansas City, and uncle of your late public prosecutor, Herbert S. Hadley, who was at that time doing duty at Fort Riley headquarters, I was detailed for the work. I secured the dispatches on the evening of July 15, 1865, and my pass, which was dated July 15, and which I still have in my possession. Early on the morning of the 15th, In company with my "bunkie," George H. Tamblin, now of the state of Washington, we started on our long ride down the Neosho valley. In those days there were no bridges across the numerous streams, and in a number of places there were no roads or trails. Some time was lost in hunting fords, and we were obliged to swim our horses across three swollen streams during the day. At nightfall we rode into the little town of Burlington, our home, having traveled over 100 miles. We rested one hour at Council Grove and one hour at the Cottonwood river. We thought nothing of swimming these streams or of our long ride over the Kansas prairies until years lateT. Three days later I rode the same horse from Burlington to Fort Scott in one day, a distance of about seventy-five miles. l'nree weens later i roue me nurav from Burlington to the first Stranger creek, south of Leavenworth a few miles, a distance of nearly 100 miles, where I joined my regiment.