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YORKVILLE ENQUIRER. ISSUED SEMI-WEEKLY. l. m. GHisrs sons, Pobu?her?. 1 a 4am''8 Beurspaper: cgor the promotion of the political, Social, Agricultural, and Commercial interests of the fjeojle. j IKK^s1'^i0Jo,I*"5?c?!?fS l!' established 1855. . YORKVILLE, s. C., FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 19, 1904. KO. 15. 4MMt4> ? ?'M' ! I ! > 1. ! * ? ? > ! i 1 +++ rmu i / ^ || Cc III Fro y -By a J,?I Copyright. 1899. by Doubltda, Copyright. 190, CHAPTER I. HEN tbe rusty bands of the office clock marked balf past *. tbe editor in cbief of tbe SwPl Curlow County Herald took bis baud out of bis bair. wiped bis pen ou bis last uotice from tbe Wliite Caps, put on Ids coat, swept out tbe close little entry and left tbe sanctum for the bright June afternoon. He ebose tbe way to the wt-9t. strolling thoughtfully out of towu by the white, hot. deserted Main street and ihence onward by the couutry road Into which its proud half mile of old brick store buildings, tumbledown frame hops and thinly painted cottages degenerated. The sun was in bis face where the road ran betw i the summer fields, lying waveless. low, gracious in promise; but. coming to a wood of hickory and beech and walnut that stood beyond, he might turn his down-bent hat brim up and hold his head erect. Here the shade fell deep and cool on the green tangle of rag and iron weed and long grass in the corners of the snake fence, although the sun beat upon the road so close beside. There was no movement of the crisp young leaves overhead. High in the boughs there was a quick flirt of crimson where two robins hopped noiselessly. The late afternoon, when the air is quite still, had come, yet there rested somewhere on the quiet day a faint, pleasant, woody smell. It came to the editor of the Herald as he climbed to the top rail of the fence for a seat, and he drew a long breath to get the elusive odor more luxuriously, and then it was gone altogether. "A habit of delicacies," he said aloud, addressing the wide silence complainim?lv. "One taste and they quit," he sently watching tlie ghostly shadow on the white dust of the road. A little garter snake crept under the fence beneath him and disappeared In the underbrush; a rabbit, progressing on its travels by a series of brilliant dashes and terror smitten halts, came within a few yards of him. sat up with qnivering nose and eyes alight with fearful imaginings and vanished.a flash of fluffy brown and white. Shadows grew longer: a cricket chirped and heard arswrs; there was a woodland stir of ' cozes, and the pair of robins left the " bos overhead In eager flight, vacating before the arrival of a flock of blackbirds hastening thither ere the eventide should be upon them. The finished, gazing solemnly upon the shining little town down the road. It was a place of which its inhabitants sometimes remarked easily that their city had a population of from 5,000 to 6.000 souls, but it should be easy to forgive them for such statements. Civic pride Is a virtue. The town lay In the heart of that fertile stretch of flat lands In Indiana where eastern travelers, glancing from car windows, shudder and return their eyes to Interior upholstery, preferring even the swaying caparisons of a Pullman to the monotony without. The landscape runs on interminably level lines?bleak in winter, a desolate plain of mud and snow; hot and dusty in summer, miles on miles of tint lonesomeness, with not one cool hill slope away from the sun. The persistant tourist who seeks for signs of man in this sad expanse perceives a reckless amouut of rail fence, at intervals a large barn, and here and there man himself, incurious, patient slow, looking up from the fields apathetically as the limited flies by. Now and then the train passes a village built scatteringly about a courthouse, with a mill or two humming near the tracks. This is a county seat, and the inhabitants and the local papers refer to it confidently as "our city." Such a county seat was Plattville. capital of Carlow county. The social and business energy of the town concentrated on the square, and here in summer time the gentlemen were wout to lounge from store to store in their shirt sleeves, and in the center of the square stood the old red brick courthouse, loosely fenced in a shady grove of maple and elm?"sllpp'ry ellum"?called the "courthouse yard." When the sun grew too hot for the dry goods box whittlers in front of the stores around the square and the occupants of the chairs in front of the Palace hotel on the corner they would go across aud drape themselves over the fence and carve their initials on the top board. From the position of the sun the editor.of the Heruld judged that these operations were now in progress, and he was not deeply elated by the knowledge that whatever desultory conversation might pass from man to man on the fence would probably be inspired by his own convictions expressed editor. . ly in the Herald. He drew a faded tobacco bag and a brier pipe from bis pocket and. after tilling and lighting the pipe, twirled the pouch mechanically about his linger, then, suddenly regarding It, patted it caressingly. It had been a giddy little bag long ago, gay with embroidery In the colors of the editor's university, and. although now it was frayed to the verge of tatters, it still bore an air of pristine jauntiness. an air of which Its owner in nowise partook, lie looked from it toward the village in the clear distance and sighed softly as he put the pouch back in his pocket and, resting his arm on his knee and his chin on his hand, sat blowing clouds of smoke nf the shade into the sunshine, ab <b 1? ! '! > ? ! ?.1. .1. ?.|. 4. ? > '! ' > ? ?'! ? ? 4 ntteman i i diana |{i iooth Ta. hkijvgtot*. |;| y SSI 1'fcClun Co. T*T 2. by MeCluro, "Phillipj /7S2. Co. T*t 1 i 'I' 1? ?? * * t f * ? ?! I1 * * * * ! 1 * * * * Diackllrds came, chattered, gossiped, quarreled aud beat each other with their wings above the smoker sitting on the top fence rail. But be had remembered. A thousand miles no the east it was commencement day. seven years to a day from his ( own commencement. Five years ago. on another June aft- j ernoon, a young man from the east had alighted on the platform of the station f north of Plattville and, entering the rickety omnibus that lingered there f seeking whom it might rattle to deaf- , ness. demanded to be driven to the Herald building. It did not strike the driver that the newcomer was precisely a gay young man when he climb-, ed into the omnibus, but an hour later, ns be stood in the doorway of the edifice he had indicated as his destination, depression seemed to have settled Into the marrow of his bones. Plattville was iustantly alert to the stranger's presence, und interesting conjectures were buzarded all day long at the back door of Martin's Dry Goods Emporium (this was the club during >:he day), and at supper the new arrival and his probable purposes were discussed over every tuble in the town. Upon inquiry be had Informed Judd Bennett, the driver of the omnibus, that he had come to stay. Naturally such u declaration caused a seusation. as people did not come to Plattville to live except through the inadvertency of being born there. In uddition the young man's anuearance and attire were re ported to be extraordinary. Mauy of tbe curious, among them most of the marriageable females of the place, took occasion to pass and repass the sign of the Carlow County Herald during the ( evening. ^ Meanwhile the stranger was seated ( in the dingy Qtiice upstairs with his ( head bowed low on his arms. Twilight , stole through the dirty window punes j aud faded into darkness. Night tilled j the room. He did not move. The young j man from the east had bought the Her- f aid fvoui an agent?had bought it with- ( out ever having been within a hundred j miles of Pluttville. The Herald was j an alleged weekly which had some- j times appeared within five days of Its ] declared date of publication and some- , times missed fire altogether. It was a j thorn in the side of every patriot of Carlow county, and Carlow people, aft- , er supporting the paper loyally and j long, had ut last given it up and subscribed for the Gazette, published in , the neighboring county of Amo. The ( former proprietor of the Herald, a ( surreptitious gentleman with a goatee. , had taken the precaution of leaving < Plattville forever on the afternoon pre- ( ceding his successor's arrival. The ( young i.an from the east had vastly j overpaid for his purchase. Moreover, < the price he lind paid for it was all the ( money he had in the world. 1 The next morning he went bitterly to 1 work. He hired a compositor from ^ Roueu. a young man named Parker, who set type all night long and helped ( him pursue advertisements all day. The citizens shook their heads pessi j mistical!}*. They had about given up i the idea that the Herald could ever f | amount to anything, and they betrayed au innocent but caustic uoudx oi uuuity in any stranger. One day the new editor left a note on hia door: "Will return in Qfteen minutes." Mr. Ilodney McCune. a politician from the neighboring county of Gaines, happening to be in Plattville ou an errand to his henchmen, found the note and wrote beneath the message the scathing inquiry. "Why?" When he discovered this addendum, the editor smiled for the first time since his advent and reported the incident in his uext issue, using the rubric "Why < Has the Herald Returned to Life?" as ; a text for a rousing editorial on honesty in politics, a subject of which he < already knew something. The political < district to which Carlow belonged was j governed by a limited number of gen- s tlemen whose wealth was ever on the , increase, and honesty in politics was i a startling conception to the minds of < the passive and resigned voters, who ] talked the editorial over on the street J corners and in the stores. The next ? week there was another editorial, per- j sonal and local in its application, and thereby it became evident that the new ] proprietor of the Herald was a theorist < who believed in g?ieral that a politi- i clan's honor should not be merely of that middling healthy species known i n1,i\AlU{/i{nno " ami In < US IJUIJUr U11JUU? |/V1UJ\.UUI0. turn ? particular that .Rodney McCune should i not receive the nomination of his party I for congress. Now. Mr. McCune was i the undoubted dictator of the district. | and his followers laughed at the stranger's fantastic onset; but the editor was < not content with the word of print. He hired a horse and rode about the country and (to ids own surprise) proved to I be an adaptable young man who en- , joyed exercise with a pitchfork to the , farmer's profit while the farmer talked. He talked little himself, but after I listening an hour or so he would drop a tfbrd from the saddle as he left, and i then, by some surprising wizardry, the farmer, thinking over the interview, 'W-ided then1 was some spnse in what that young fellow said and grew curl- i ous to see what the young fellow had i further to say in the Herald. Politics is the one subject that goes to the vitals of every rural American, and a Iioosier will talk politics after he is dead. Everybody read tbe campaign editorials and found tbem interesting, although there was no one who did not perceive the utter absurdity of a young itranger dropping into Carlow and Involving himself in a party tight igalnst tbe boss of tbe district. It was entirely a party fight, for by grace of the lust gerrymander the nomination carried with it the certainty of election. A week before the convention there came a provincial earthquake. The news passed from man to mun in awe struck whispers?McCune bad witlilrawD his nume. making tbe shallowest of excuses to his cohorts. Nothing was known of the real reason for his iisordered retreat beyond the fact that lie had been in Plattville on the morning before his withdrawal and bad Is sued from a visit to tue tieraia omiv in \ state of palsy. Mr. Parker, tbe Rouen printer, bad been present at tbe ?lose of tbe Interview, but be'*beld bis jeaee at tbe command of his employer, tie bad been called into tbe sanctum ind bad found McCune, white and jhak'ng. leaning on tbe desk. "Parker." said tbe editor, exhibiting i bundle of papers be held in bis band. *1 want you to witness a verbal con Mr. Rodney McCune found the note. ract between Mr. MeCune and myself. These papers are an affidavit and :opies of some records of a street car . ompany which obtained a charter vhlle Mr. McCune was in the legislate. They were sent to me by a man [ do not know, an anonymous friend of ilr. McCune?in fact, a friend he leems to have lost On consideration >f our not printing these papers Mr. ilcCune agrees to retire from politics 'or good. You understand, if he ever ifts his bead again politically we pubish them, and the courts will do the -est Now, In case anything should lappen to me"? "Something will happen to you all igbt!" broke out McCune. "You can >ank on that, you black"? "Come." the editor interrupted not mpleasantly. "Why should there be inything personal in oil this? I don't ecognize you as my private enemy? lot at all?and I think you are getting >fl' rather easily, aren't you? You keep viit nf rinlltipa nnrl pvprvtliintr will he :omfortable. You ought' never to have )een in It. you see. It's a mistake not ;o go square, because In the long run somebody is sure to give you away, ike the fellow who sent me these, ifou promise to hold to a strictly private life?" "You're a traitor to the party." groanid the other; "but you only wait"? The editor smiled sadly. "Wait notb ng! Don't threaten, man. Go home to rour wife. I'll give you three to one ihe'll be glad you are out of it." "I'll give you three to one." said Mc2une, "that the White Caps will get rou if you stay in Carlow. You want :o look out for yourself, I tell you, my smart boy." "Good day, Mr. McCune," was the inswer. "Let me have your note of withdrawal before you leave town this lfternoon." The young man paused a Moment, then extended his hand as he said: "Shake bands, won't you? I?I iiaven't meant to be too hard on you. [ hope things will seem easier and gay?r to you before long, and if?if anything should turn up that I can do for fou in a private way I'll be very glad, fou know. Goodby." The sound of the Herald's victory went over the state. The paper came jut regularly. The townsfolk bought it, and the farmers drove in for it. Old subscribers came back. Old advertisers renewed. The Herald began to sell n Amo. and Gaines county people subscribed. Carlow folk held up their iieads when journalism was mentioned. Presently the Herald announced a news connection with Itouen, and with that and the aid of "patent insides" began in era of three issues a week, appearing on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. The Plattville brass band serenaded the editor. During the second month of the new regime of the Herald the working force 3f the paper received an addition. One night the editor found some barroom loafers tormenting a patriarchal old man who had a magnificent head and a grand white beard. He had been thrown out of a saloon, and he was drunk with the drunkenness of three weeks' steady pouring. He propped himself against a wnll and reproved his tormentors In Latin. "I'm walking your way, Mr. Fisbee," remarked the journalist, hooking his arm into the old man's. "Suppose we leave our friends here and go home." Mr. Fisbee was the one inhabitant of the town possessing an unknown past, and a glamour of romance was thrown ibout him by the gossips, who agreed that there wus a dark, portentous secret in his life, an opinion not too well confirmed by the old man's appearance. His fine eyes had a habit of wandering to the horizon, and his expression was mild, vague and sad. lost in dreams. At the first glance one guessed that his dreams would never be practicable CZAR NICHOLAS II A Despite the fact that be suggested ?aar is fond of war maneuvers, and in 1 staff. In tlielr application, and some lm | pression of him was probably what | caused the editor of the Herald to nickname him. In bis own wind. "the White | Knight." i Mr. Fishee. coming to Flattvilie from I nobody knew where, bad taught in the i high school for ten years, but he proved quite unable to refrain from lecturing < to the duuifounded pupils 011 archae- ] ology. neglecting more aud more the I ordinary courses of instruction, grow- 1 Ing year by year more forgetful and < absent, lost in his few books and his 1 own reflections, until at last he had 1 been discharged for incompetency. The 1 duzed old man had no money and no 1 way to make any. One day be dropped in at the hotel bar. where Wilkerson. the professional drunkard, favored him with his society. The old man understood. He knew it was the beginning of the end. He sold bis books in order to continue his credit at the Pain..* bar. and once or twice, unable to proceed to his own dwelling, spent the night in a lumber yard, piloted thither by the hardier veteran Wilkerson. The morning after the editor took, him home Fisbee appeared at the Herald otflcc in a new hat und a decent suit of black. He bad received his salary in advance, his books had been repurchased und he had become the reportorial stalT of the Carlow County Herald; nlso he was to write various treatises for the paper. For the first few evenings when he started home fmm tho nfflcp his chief walked with , him. chatting cheerfully, until they had passed the Palace bar. But Fisbee's redemption was complete. The editor of the Herald kept steadily at his work, and as time went on the bitterness his predecessor's swindle had left in him passed away. But his loneliness and a sense of defeat grew and deepened. When the vistas of the world had opened to his first youth he had not thought to spend his life in such a place as Plattville. but he found himself doing it. and it was no great happiness to him that the Hon. Ivedge Halloway of Amo. whom the Heruld's opposition to McCune had sent to Washington, came to depend on his in A STREET SCENE This is not a scene from a eorr.lc op one of Japan's great cities. Civiiizutk Land of the Chrysanthemum, but the sti as ever. fluence for reuc uination, nor did the realization that the editor of the Carlow County Herald had come to be McCune's successor as politicul dictator produce a perceptibly enlivening effect upon the young man. The years drifted very slowly, and to him it seemed that they went by while he stood far aside and could not eveu see them move. He did not consider the life be led an exciting one, but the other citizens of Carlow did when be undertook a war against the *lVhite Caps, deui' zens of Six Crossroads, seven miles ' west of Plattville. The natives were ?ij _c *i.^ wi?u? r*.yna mucn more uiruiu 01 me nunc vup^ than he was. They knew more about them and understood them better than he did. There was no thought of the people of the Crossroads in his mind as he sat on the snake fence staring at the little smoky shadow dance on the white road in the June sunshine. On the contrary, he was occupied with the realization that there bad been a man in his class at college whose ambition needed no restraint, his promise was so great?in the strong belief of the university, a belief he could not help knowing?and that seven years to a day from_his com S A MAN OF WAR/ The Hague arbitration tribunal, tha :he cut be is shown at the bead of bis mencement tuis man was sitting on a fence rail in Indiana. Down the pike a buggy came creaking toward biin. gray with dust, old and frayed like the fat. shaggy gray mare that drew It, ber unchecked, de- spondent head lowering before her. while her incongruous tall waved Incessantly, like the banner of a storming 1 oartv. The editor did not hear the flop of the mare's hoofs uor the sound of the wheels, so deep was his reverie, till the vehicle was nearly opposite him. The red faced and perspiring driver drew rein, and the Journalist looked up and waved a long white hand to him in greeting. "Howdy* do. Mr. Harkless?" called the man in the buggy. "Soakin' in the weather?" He spoke In shouts, though neither was hard of bearing. "Yes, just soaking," answered Hark- | less. "It's such a gypsy day. How Is Mr. Bowlder?" "I'm givin' good satisfaction, thank you, and all at home. She's in town." "Give Mrs. Bowlder my regards," i said the journalist, comprehending the j symbolism. "How is Hartley?" The farmer's honest face shaded over for a second. "He's be'n steady ever sence the night you brought him home, six weeks straight. I'm kind of bothered about tomorrow?he wants to come In for show day. and seems if I hudn't ^ any call to say no. I reckon he'll have ( to take his chance?and us too. Seems ( more like we'd have to let him. long as . we got him not to come in last night ( for Kedge Halloway's lecture at the < courthouse. Say. how'd that lecture ] strike you? You give Kedge a mighty | fine send-off to the audience In your in- | troduction, but I noticed you spoke of , him as 'a thinker,' without sayln' what , kind. I didn't know you was as cautious a man as that! Of course I know Kedge is honest"? I Harkless sighed. "Oh, he's the best | we've got. Bowlder." ( "Yes. I presume so. but"? Mr. Bowl- ] der broke off suddenly as his ejes , opened in surprise, and be exclaimed: ( "Law. I'd never of expected to see you , settin' here today! Why ain't you out | at Judge Briscoe's?" This speech seem- 1 IN YOKOHAMA. :-ra, but an actual view of Yokohama, .n lu.s advanced very rapidly in the eets and the people are as picturesque cd to be Intended with some humor. Bowlder accompanied it with the matt laughter of sylvan timidity rlskiim a to Up. "Why? What's going on at the Judge's?" "(join' on! Didn't you see that Btrange lady at tin* lecture with Minnie Briscoe and the Judge and old Kisbee?" "I'm afraid not. Bowlder." "They couldn't talk about anything else at the postotfice this tnornin' and at Tom Martin's. She couie yesterday on the afternoon accommodation. You ought to know all about it because when Minnie and her father went to the deepoe they bad old Kisbee with 'em, and when the buckboard come through town he was settin' on the back seat with her. That's what stirred the town up so. Nobody could figger it out any way, and nobody got mnoii r>f n smrwl look at her then except Judd Bennett. He said she had kind of a new look to her. That's all any of 'em could git out of Judd. He was in a sort of a dreamy state. But Mildy Upton? You know Mildy? She works out at Briscoe's""Yes. I know Mildy." "She come in to the postofflce with Jie news tills lady's name Was Sliprvood and she lives at Rouen. Miss t Tlbbs says that wasn't no news?you li lould tell she was a city lady witli botli t rour eyes shut. Rut Mildy says I'isbee i yas goin' to stay for supper, and be I ;ome to tlie lecture with 'em and drove iff with 'em afterwerds. Sol Tlbbs * lays be reckoned it was because Fisbee 1 ivas the only uian In Carlow that Rris:oes thought had read enough books I o be smart enough to talk to her. but > Hiss Sellny says If that was so they'd ' inve got you instead, and so they had 1 :o all Jest about give It up. Of course I iverybody got a good look at her at the 1 ecture? they set on the platform right I )ehlnd you mid Halloway. and she did i ook smart. What got me. though, was I ;be way she wore a kind of a little dagger stuck straight through her head. Seemed a good deal of a sacrifice Jest :o make sure your hat was on right. Kou never see her at all?" "I'm afraid not." answered Harkless tbsently. "Miss Briscoe stopped uie on :he way out and told me she had a rlsilor." "Young man." said Bowlder, "you letter go out there right away." He alsed the reins and clucked to the gray nare. "Well, she'll be mad I ain't in own for ber long ago. Bide in with ne." "No. thank you. I'll walk in for tbe lake of my appetite." "Wouldn't encourage It too much? lvln' at tbe Palace hotel." observed iowlder. "Sorry you won't ride." He gathered the loose euds of the reins iu lis bands, leaned far over the dash>oard and struck tbe mare a hearty Ml KJICTFR A I I FN Horace N. Ailen, United States minster to Korea, is u physician as well as HORACE NEWTON ALLEN. llplomat and is said to have great inluence with the emperor. He has } ived in Korea many years. thwack. Tbe tattered banner or tail lerked indignantly, but she consented ' to move dowu tbe road. Bowlder thrust tils big bead tbrougb tbe sun curtain behind hitn and continued tbe conversation. "See tbe White Caps ain't got pou yet." ( "No. not yet." Harkless laughed. "Reckon tbe boys 'drutber you stayed In town after dark." tbe other called f jack. "Well, come out and see us if you ? ?it any spare time from tbe judge's." ] He laughed loudly again in farewell, < and the editor waved ids band as Bowl- i ier Una My turned his attention forward i to tbe mare. When tbe flop, flop of her j hoofs bad died out. Harkless realized ] that the day was silent no longer; it ] was verging into evening. He dropped rroui tbe rence and turn- ? sd bis face toward town and supper. \ He felt tbe life and light about him, , beard tbe clatter of tbe blackbirds , above bim. beard tbe homing bees bum by. saw tbe vista of white road and , level landscape framed on two sides j by the branches of tbe grove, a vista of Infinitely stretching fields of green, ? lined here and there with woodlands and flat to tbe horizon line, tbe village < lying in tlieir lap. i\o roii 01 weuuuw, 1 no rise of pasture lund. relieved tbeir serenity nor shouldered up from tbem i to be called a bill. ] A farm bell rang in tbe distance, a , tinkling coming small and mellow from , far away, and at the lonesouieness of j that sound be beaved a long, mournful ( sigh. The next Instant he broke Into laughter, for another bell rang over the < He stopped to exchange a word. fields, the courthouse bell In the square The first four strokes were given wit ' mechanical regularity, the pride of tl custodian who operated the bell lie! to produce the effect of a eloekwo bell, such as he bad once heard in t). courthouse at Rouen, but the fifth ur.a sixth strokes were halting nchiev ments, as, after 4 o'clock he often le . count in the strain of the effort for precise imitation. There was a pause aft" r the sixth; then a dubious and reluctanstroke, seven; a longer pause, follow" by a final ring with desperate decision , ?eight! Harkless looked at his watch. It was twenty minutes of 6. i As he crossed the courthouse yard of he Palace hotel on his way to supper le stopped to exchange a word with be bell ringer, woo. seated on tne steps, vas mopping bis brow wltb an air of lard earned satisfaction. "Good evening. Schoflelds'." he said. 'You came in strong on the last stroke :onight." "What we need here," responded the jell ringer, "Is more public sperrited nen. I ain't klckin' on you, Mr. Harkess?no. sir; but we want more men ike they got in Rouen. We wpnt men :hat '11 git Main street paved with ilock or asphalt; men that 'U put In factories; men that Ml act?not set round like that old fool Martin and augh and pollywoggle along and make fun of p-bllc sperrit, day in, day out. I reckon I do my best for the city." "Ob, nobody minds old Tom Martin," jbserved Harkless. "It's only half the time be means anything by what he mys." '"mat s just waat 1 oare bdoui uiiu. returned tbe bell ringer In a tone of Jlgb complaint. "You can't never tell which half It Is. Look at blm now!" The gentleman referred to was stan ing over in front of tbe hotel talking to a row of coatless loungers, who sat with their chairs tilted back against the props of tbe wooden awning that projected over the sidewalk. Their faces were turned toward the courthouse. and even those lost in meditative whittling had looked up to laugh. Mr. Martin, one of hla hands thrust in l pocket of his alpaca coat and the oth;r softly caressing his wiry, gray chin aeard. his rusty silk hat tilted forward till the brim almost rested on the bridge of bis nose, was addressing them in a one keyed voice, the melancholy whine of which,..though not the words. penetrated to the courthouse steps. Tbe bell ringer, whose name was Henry Schofleld, but who was known is Schoflelds' Henry (popularly abbre /? Ortlirvflnl/lo'V nraa mAvn/1 It* rlUlt'U (U otuuutiuo /| liug iuvtv?? ?v iignation. "Look at blm!" be cried. 'Look at blm! Everlastingly goln' on about my bell! Well, let blm talk. Let him talk!" As Mr. Martin's eye fell npon the aditor. who. Laving bade the bell rlng?r good nigbt. was approaching the hotel, be left bis languid companions and crossed the street to meet him. "I was only oratln* on bow prond the :lty ought to be of Scboflelds'," he said mournfully as tbey shook hands; "but he looks kind of put out with me." He hooked bis arm In that of the young man and detained blm for a moment as the supper gong sounded from within the hotel. "Call on tbe Judge tonight?" be asked. "No. Why?" "I reckon you didn't see that lady ivlth Minnie last night" "No." "Well, I guess you better go out there, foung man. She might not stay here long." TO BE CONTINUED. "WHAT WAR?" Queried the Russian Soldier When Asked to Give His Opinions. Some time ago, according to a Washngton letter to the New York Herald, i rather naive correspondent of an English paper caused merriment to hose here who read his accounts of maglnary war sentiments among the ower classes of drosky drivers and the ike In St. Petersburg. That class cnows nothing of the war and cares ess. I am quite sure if you were to ask i hundred drosky drivers their oplnon of the war, 99 would either Imagine fou were poking: fun at them or would epiy, "What war?" The same is the case among: the workmen of the lower classes?utter gnorance and complete indifference. "What has war to do with us?" they !ay. But you might expect to find some spontaneous sentiment concerning the ivar among soldiers. Not a bit of it. M. Matjuschenski, of the Petersjurger Viedemosti, had an Inspiration. Hie said to himself, "If the Russian soldier knows the cause of war he will certainly fight with might and main. 1 will start out to see what he has :o say." Accordingly, inspirtid with a strong desire to ascertain the amount of understanding the soldier had of the :ause of the war In which he is likely :o be called upon to take an active part, M. Majuschenski proceeded to interrogate one of the soldiers of the juard as follows: "What do you know of the war?" "The war? Do you mean war with :he Japanese?" replied the soldier. "Yes, with the Japanese." ooH- "T trnnu; nftthiniT 1 lie aviuici .juiu. . >k..v.. v ibout it; they say it will be war." "That is not what I want to know. Dught we to go to war or give all the Japanese ask?" Soldier?What do they want? "They want to take Manchuria." Soldier?Does it belong to us? "It does not exactly belong to us, but ive have a railroad and two harbors there. Soldier?Indeed. "Well, how is It? Should we make ivar or not?" Soldier?I don't know. It is as the people above desire. "But what do you yourself think of it?" Soldier?It is all the same to us. We have taken our oath to the service pf the Tsar of our country, so we shall io as we are told. There being nothing to be got from the soldier upon the basis of the Manrhurian question, and as neither railroad nor harbors had the smallest effect upon him, M. Majuschenski tried a ohnnep of tactics. "But the Japanese say they can beat us." Soldier?They will beat us? "They say that the Russian soldier will not face the Japanese." Soldier?Not face him? "Yes. They say they will beat and destroy Russia." Soldier?Destroy? The soldier retired and took up a defensive attitude. "And the English say that the Japanese can beat us?" The soldier drew himself together, his arms moved nervously and his eyes lit up with uncertain hatred. "Shall we give up Manchuria?" asked M. Majuschenski. "Give up? No, let them come themselves and take it," cried the soldier.