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YORKVILLE ENQUIRER. XSSXJEO SEMI<WSEKL7. lTmgrist's sons, p?Mj.her.. } % Jamilj gerogtager: Jor the {promotion of the {political, ferial, ^tjrirultirral, and <Eomtnei[cial Interests of the geogle. | tbbms^i^o^ yeamn tDVANCg. ESTABLISHED 1855. YORKVILLE, S. O., TUESDAY, MARCH 39, 19Q4. ISTO. 26. ? ZShe Ge III Fro h By B ?k III J Copyright. 1899. by T>oabltdaj ' Copyright, 190'. <> < . CHAPTER IX?Continued. The Crossroaders were running across the field. They were Bob Skillett and his younger brother, and Mr. Skillett was badly damaged. He seemed to be -?Ji. 4?? kin On. /in vtrlfK Knfh liOlQJIlg IUS J11W Ull UI9 late ituu uuiu bands. The girl turned and sped after them. She was over the fence almost as soon as they were, and the three ran In single file, the girl last. She was either magnificently sacrificial and fearless or she cunningly calculated that the regulators would take no chances of killing a woman-child, for she kept between their guns and her two companions. trying to cover and shield the latter with her frail body. "Shoot. Llge," called Watts. "If we fire from here we'll hit the girl. Shoot!" Wllletts and Ross Schofleld were still standing on the roof at the edge out of the smoke, and both fired at the same time. The fugitives did not turn. Tbey kept on running, and they had nearly reached the other side of the field when suddenly, without any premonitory gesture, the elder Skillett dropped flat on his face. The Crossroaders stood by each other that day, for four or five men ran out of the nearest shanty Into the open, lifted the prostrate figure from the ground and begun to carry it back with thejn. But Skillett was alive. His curses were heard above all other sounds. Lige and Schofleld fired again, and one of the rescuers staggered. Nevertheless as the two men slid down from the roof the burdened Crossroaders were seen to break into a run, and at that, with onothcr yell, nereer, wiiaer, more joyous than the first, the Plattville men followed. The yell rang loudly in the ears of old Wilkerson, who had remained back In the road, and at the same instant he heard another shout behind him. He had not shared in the attack; but, greatly preoccupied with his own histrionic uffuirs, was proceeding alone up the f)ike. except for the unhappy yellow mongrel still dragged along by Ihe rope, and alternating, as was his natural wont, from one fence to the other, crouching behind every bush to tire an imaginary ritle at the dog and then springing out with triumphant bellowings to fall proue upon the terrified animal. It was ufter one of these victories that a shout of warning was raised behind him, and Mr. Wilkerson, by grace of the god Bacchus, rolling out of the way in time to save his life, saw a horse dash by him, a big, black horse whose polished flanks were dripping with lather. Warren Smith was the rider. He was waving a slip of yellow paper high in the air. He rode up the slope and drew rein beyond the burning buildings just ahead of those foremost in the pursuit He threw his horse across the road to oppose their progress, rose in his stirrups and waved the paper over his head. "Stop!" he roared. "Give me one minute! Stop!" He had a grand voice, and he was known in many parts of the state for the great bass roar with which he startled his juries. To be heard at a distance most men lift the pitch of their voice. Smith lowered his an octave or two. and the result was like an earthquake playing an organ in a catacomb. "Stop!" he thundered. "Stop!" In answer one of the flying Crossroaders turned and sent a bullet whistling close to him. The lawyer paused long enough to bow deeply in satirical response; then, flourishing the paper, he roared again: "Stop! A mistake! I have news! Stop, I say! Horner has got them!" To make himself heard over that tempestuous advance' was a feat; for him, moreover, whose counsels had so lately been derided, to interest the puranorc of cn/*?1t o innmutit oiinlltrli tn OU^I O UV OUV.1I U UIUUIV 111 ClIVU^U IV make them listen?to find tlie wordwas a greater, and by the word and by gestures at once vehemently imperious and imploring to stop them was a still greater. But be did it. He had come at just the moment before the moment that would have been too late. They all heard him. They all knew, too, that he was not trying to save the Crossroads as a matter of duty, because he had given that up before the mob left 1'lattriUe. Indeed, it was a question if at the last he had not tacitly approved, and no one feared Indictments for the day's work. It would do no harm to listen to what he had to say. The work could wait. It would "keep" for five minutes. They begun to gather around him, excited, flushed, perspiring and smelling of smoke. Hartley Bowlder, won by Llge's desperation and intrepidity, was helping the latter tie up his head. No one else was hurt. "What is it?" they clamored impatiently. "Speak quick!" There was another harmless shot from a fugitive, and then the Crossroaders, divining that the diversion was in their favor, secured themselves in their decrepit fastnesses and held their fire. Meanwhile the flames crackled cheerfully in Plattville ears. No matter what the prosecutor had to say. at least the Sklllett saloon and homestead were gone, and Bob Skillett and one other would be sick enough to l?e good for awhile. "Listen!" cried Warren Smith, and. rising in his stirrups again, read the missive in nis baud, a Western Union telegraph form. "Warren Smith, Plattville," was the direction. Found both shell men. Police familiar With?both, and both wanted here. One .fr .> if. if. fij.iii.fr j> <? <> , fr.|. . fr ! IfrHfrfr frfrfr frfrfrfrn-f*.. ?? . i rifleman ill i diana ?? ? OOTH TA.HKi/fGTO/f ; ; ? ? < j? \r *3L McCtar Co. ?, I. frj' McClttr*. Vhlltlpj S3L Co. ?' ? i i Mfrfrfrfrtfrfrfrfrfrfrffrffffrfffrfrffrfl g She vwde Htrnight at Hartley. arrested "at~nOon "in secondhand clothes store wearing Hark less' hat; also trying to d'spose torn full dress coat known to have been worn by Harkless last night. Stains on lining believed blood. Second man found later at freight yards In empty lumber car left Plattvllle 1 p. m., badly hurt, shot and bruised. Supposed Harkless made hard tight. Hurt man taken to hospital unconscious. Will die. Other man refuses to talk so far. Check any movement Crossroads. This clears Sklllett. etc. Come over on 9:15 accommodation. The telegram was signed by Horner, tlx* ?hr>riflf >nrl hv R.-irrett. the suner- x In leadent of police at Rouen. "It's all a mistake, boys." the lawyer c said as he handed the paper to Watts ^ and Parker for inspection. "The ladies , at the judge's were mistaken, that's all. f and this proves it. It's easy enough to understand. They were frightened hy the storm, and watching a fence a t quarter of a mile away by dashes of j, lightning any one would have been $ conf used and imagined ail the horrors ^ on i irth. I don't deny but what I be- j, liev d it for awhile, and I don't deny hut lie Crossroads is pretty tough, but c von .*e done a good deal here already nlay. and we're saved in time from a j ais:ake that would have turned out j :ighty bad. This settles it. Horner got , a wire to go soon as they got track ol the tirst man. That was when we saw t him on the Itouen accommodation." t A slightly cracked voice, yet a huskl- ? ly tuneful one. was lifted quaveringly j on the air from the roadside, where an c old man and a yellow dog sat in the j dus:: together, the latter reprieved at B the last moment, his surprised head rakishly garnished with a hasty wreath j of dog fennel daisies. t "John Brown's body lies u-moldering In the ground, * While we go marching on." , Three-quarters of an hour later the t Inhabitants of the Crossroads, saved. c they knew uot how; guilty, knowing nothing of the fantastic pendulum ot opinion which, swung by the events ot _ the day. had marked the fatal moment j. of guilt now on others, now on them ~ ilno/M.fn/1 if?fliaca ndtivoc nnil ? 11V 1ICOCI IVU at ?%* vw ?... ^ refugees, conscious of atrocity, dum- . founded by a miracle, thinking the t world gone mad. hovered together In ^ a dark, ragged mass at the crossing ^ corners, while the skeleton of the rotting bug^- in the slough rose behind ^ them against the face of the west, j They peered with stupefied eyes through the smoky twilight. 0 From afar, faintly through the f gloaming, came mournfully to their g ears the many voiced refrain, fainter. ^ fainter: "John Brown's body lies a-molderlng In ^ the ground, . John Brown's body lies a-molderlng In 1 the grouiid, 1 John Brown's body lies?mold? I we go march on." j CHAPTER X. J PT^T the city hospital in Rouen I I that night a stout young man I IgSSS introduced himself to Barrett. superintendent of police; Warren Smith and Horner, sheriff of Carlow. He spoke in a low voice, c "My name is Meredith," he said. "Mr. s Harkless was an old and?and?" He t paused for a moment. The Plattville g men nodded solemnly. "An old and t dear friend of mine." he went on, with 8 some difficulty, und Warren Smith took F Ulru silently uy tne nana. u "You can come in and see this man, the Teller, with us if you like, Mr. Mer- s edith." said the superintendent. "Your v friend made it very hot for him be- s fore the two of 'em got away with hiiu. s He's so shot and hacked up his mother o wouldn't know him if she wanted to. J' At least that's what they say out here. We haven't seen him. lie's called Jer- ii ry the Teller, and one of my sergeants 1( found him in the freight yard. Knew I it was the Teller, because he was stow- u ed away in one of the empty cars that t came from l'lattville last night. And n Slattery?that's his running mate, the 1; one we caught with the coat and hat? s owned up that they beat their way on b that freight. Looks like Slattery?let y the Teller do all the fighting. He ain't n scratched. We've been at Slattery n pretty hard, but he won't open his v head, and we hope to get something v out of this one. He's delirious, but y they say he'll come to before he dies. I Do you want to go in with us?" b "Yes," said Meredith simply, and a ti young surgeon presently .appeared and n ed them down a wide corridor and up l narrow hall, and they entered a imall, quiet ward. There was a pungent smell of chemcals In the room. The light was low, tnd the dimness was Imbued with a :hick, confused murmur, incoherent yhlsperings that came from a cot In :he corner. It was the only cot In use n the ward, and Meredith was conicious of a terror that made him dread :o look at it, to go near it Beside it i nurse sat silent, and upon it feebly :ossed the racked body of him whom Surrett had called Jerry the Teller. The head was a shapeless bundle, so iwathed it was with bandages and :loths, and what part of the face was risible was discolored and pigmented vitli drugs. Stretched under the white iheet the man looked immensely rants Horner saw with vague misgiving? tnd he lay in an odd, inhi.mun fashon, as though he had been all broken o pieces. His attempts to move were onstautly soothed by the nurse, and le as constantly continued such atempts, and one hand, though torn tnd bandaged, was not to be restrained 'rom a wandering, restless movement hat Meredith felt to be pathetic. He lad entered the room with a flare of late for the thug whom he had come o see die and who had struck down he old friend whose nearness he had lever known until it was too late. But it Qrst sight of the broken figure he 'elt all animosity tall away from him. )nly awe remained and a growing raitorous pity as he watched the long vhite fingers of the Teller pick at the loverlet. The man was muttering apid fragments of words and sylla)les. "Somehow I feel a sense of wrong. Jay." Meredith whispered to the surgeon, whom he know. "I feel as if I lad done the fellow to death myself, is if it were all out of gear. I know low how Henry felt over the great Julsard. How tall he looks! That loesn't seem to me like a thug's hand." The surgeon nodded. "Of course if here's a mistake to be made you can ?unt on Barrett and his sergeants to nake it. 1 doubt if this is their man. iVhen they found him, what clothes le wore were torn and stained, but hey had been good once, especially he linen." Barrett bent over the recumbent flgire. "See here, Jerry," he said, "I want o talk to you a little. Rouse up, will mu? I want to talk to you as a riend." The Incoherent muttering continued. "See here. Jerry!" repeated Barrett acre sharply. "Jerry! Rouse up, will ou? We don't want any fooling, unlerstand that. Jerry!" He dropped his land on the man's shoulder and shook ilm slightly. The Teller uttered a short, gasping ry. "Let me." said Gay and swiftly Inerposed. Bending over the cot, he said n a pleasant voice: "It's all right, old nan; it's all right. Slattery wants to mow what you did with that man lown at Plattville when you got hrough with him. He can't remember, ind he thinks there wus money left on ilm. Slattery's head was hurt. He :an't remember. He'll go shares with 'ou when he gets It. Slattery's going to itand by you if he can get the money." The Teller only tried to move his free land to the shoulder Barrett had shak>n. "Slattery wants to know," repeated he young surgeon, gently moving the land back upon the sheet. "He'll divvy ip when he gets it. He'll stand by you. ild man." "Would you please not mind." whis>ered the Teller faintly?"would you (lease not mind if you took care not to (rush against my shoulder again?" The surgeon drew back, with an exclamation. but the Teller's whisper fathered strength, and they heard him nurmurlng oddly to himself. Merelith moved forward, with a startled ;esiure. "tvuatsinair ne saiu. "Seems to be trying to sing, or soinehlng." said Barrett, bending over to isten. Tbe Teller swung his arm heavily iver the side of the cot. the fingers nevx ceasing their painful twitching. The urgeon leaned down and gently moved he cloths so that the white, scarred ips were free. They moved steadily, rhey seemed to be framing the sem>lance of an old ballad that Meredith ;new. The whisper grew more distinct, t became a rich but broken voice, and hey heard it singing like the sound of ome far. halting minstrelsy: 'Wave willows?murmur waters?golden sunbeams smile, iarthly music?cannot waken?lovelyAnnie Lisle." Meredith gave an exclamation. The bandaged hand waved Jauntily wer the Teller's head. "Ah, men," he aid. almost clearly, and tried to lift limself on his arm. "I tell you It's a ;rand eleven we have this year! There vill be little left of anything that tands against them. It's our championship. Did you see Jim Romley ride iver his man this afternoon?" As the voice grew clearer the sheriff tepped forward, but Tom Meredith, vith a loud cry of grief, threw himelf on his knees beside the cot and elzed the wandering fingers In his wn. "John!" he cried. "John, Is it ou?" The voice went on rapidly, not heedug him, "Ah. you needn't howl! Well, augh away, you Indians! If it hadn't ieen for this ankle?but it seems to be uy chest that's hurt?and side?not hat it matters, you know. The sophonore's just as good or better. It's ony my egotism. Yes. it must be the ide?and chest?and head?all over, I ielicve. I'll try again next year?next ear I'll make it a daily. Helen said, lot that I should call you Helen?I jean Miss?Miss?Fisbee?no, Slierrood?but I've always thought Helen ras the prettiest name in the world? ou'll forgive me??and please tell 'arker there's no more copy and won't e?I wouldn't grind out another stick o save his immortal?she said?ah. I ever made a good trade?no?unless? they can't come seven miles?but I'll finish you. Sklllett first; I know you! I know nearly all of you. Now let's sing 'Annie Lisle'"? He lifted his hand as If to beat the time for a chorus. "Oh, John, John!" cried Tom Meredith, and sobbed outright "My boy, my boy?old friend!" The cry of the classmate was like that of a mother, for It was his old Idol and hero who lay helpless and broken before him. ??? ?* Two pairs of carriage lamps sparkled in front of the hospital in the earliest of the small hours, these subjoined to Hoon hrvvled nhaetons. from each of which quickly descended a gentleman with a beard, an air of eminence and a small, ominous black box, and the air of eminence was justified by the baste with which Meredith had sent for them and by their wide repute. They arrived almost simultaneously and hastily shook hands as they made their way to the ward down the long hall and up the narrow corridor. They had a short conversation with the surgeon and a word with the nurse, then turned the others out of the room by a practiced Innuendo of manner. They stayed a long time in the room without opening the door. Meredith went out on the steps and breathed the cool night air. A slender taint of drugs hung everywhere about the building, and the almost imperceptible permeation sickened him. It was deadly, he thought. To him it was imbued with a hideous portent of suffering. The lights in the little ward were turned up. and they seemed to shine from a chamber of horrors, while he waited as a brother might have waited outside the Inquisition, if Indeed a brother would have been allowed to wait outside the inquisition. Alas, he had found John Harkless. He bad lost track of him as men sometimes do lose track of their best beloved. but It had always been a comfort to know that Harkless w? Bomewhere. a comfort without which he could hardly have got along. Like others. he hod been waiting for John to turn up?on top. of course?he had such ability, ability for anything, and people would always care for him and believe in him so that he would be shoved ahead no matter how much he hung back himself: but Meredith had not expected him to turn up in Indiana. He remembered now hearing a man who had spent the day in Plattville on business speak of him: "They've got a young fellow down there who'll be governor in u few years. He's a sort of dictator. Runs the party all over that part of the state to suit his own sweet will Just by sheer personality. And there Isn't a man in the district who wouldn't cheerfully lie down In the mud to let him pass over dry. Iff that young Harkless, you know. Owns the Herald, the paper that downed McCune and smashed those imitation 'White Caps' in Curlow county." He had been struck by the coincidence of the name, but he had not dreumed that the Carlow Harkless was his friend until Helen's telegram had reached him that evening. He shivered. His name was spoken from within, and Horner came out on the steps with the two eminent surgeons, and the latter favored him with a few words which he did not understand. He did understand, however, what Horner told him. Somehow the look of the sheriff's Sunday coat, wrinkling forlornly from his broad, bent shoulders, was both touching and solemn. He said simply: "He's conscious and not out of his head. They're gone in to git his antemortem statement" And they re-entered the ward. Harkless' eyes were bandaged. The lawyer was speaking to him, and as Horner went awkwardly toward the cot Warren said something indicative "John, ix it yuuf of the sheriff's presence, and the hand on the sheet made a formless motion which Horner understood, aud be took the mile tinirers in his own verv srent ly and then set them hack. Smith turned toward Meredith, hut the latter made a gesture which forbade the attorney to speak to him and went to a corner and sat down, with his head in his hands. A sleepy young man had been brought In, and he opened a notebook and shook a stylographie pen so that the ink might flow freely. The lawyer, briefly and with unlegal agitation, administered an oath, and then there was silence. "Now, Mr. Harkless, If you please," said Barrett Insinuatingly, "if you feel like telling us as much as you can about it." TO BE CONTINUED. ? In 1903 we imported 2,687,000 tons of coals. In 1902, 1,532,000 and in 1901 1,456,000. The great increase in 1903 (the figures are for the first nine months of the year in each case) was due of course to the coal strike, for since that has been settled the import has gone back to normal again. piscdlanrous Reading. A TALE OF SOUTH SEAS. Pretty Romance From Island of Samoa. Strange as It may seem there was In this city recently a prince of the island of Samoa, and while here he received a photograph of a princess of that island, and the announcement that the royal beauty had married the man of her choice some months ago. and tne prince, wno ar one time was considering a proposal from the same princess, was by no means cast down when he received the picture and the announcement of his former sweetheart's break from the path of single blessedness, but seemed to be delighted that his old-time girl had forgotten the love of the past and had chosen one of her own station to share with her the Joys and sorrows of life on their little island in these summer seas. The prince in point was Mr. B. W. Cole, hospital steward, United States navy, who was here with the navy recruiting party, No. 4, and who has now gone to Hartford, Conn., where he will continue to aid his Uncle Samuel in getting recruits for service on the big battleships and cruisers that are necessary in his business. When called on by a representative of this paper, who was in search of a big black man with a turban, and asked to be shown the chest in which this curiosity was kept, for, although the reporter had been told many times during the week that he ought to see this scion of a noble race, he had not been able to scare him up, Mr. Cole reached over to his desk and produced a picture which has been told of above. When asked for the story he did not hesitate to give it as reproduced below. It was in the summer of 1899 that the United States gunboat Aberanda was sent to the little island of Samoa, which lies asleep in its beauty in the far south seas, for the purpose of establishing Uncle Sam's government on the island and for the further purpose of assisting Gov. B. F. Tilly in securing to the government at Washington the allegiance of the brown-skinned people who inhabit these enchanted regions. The ship steamed into the harbor of Tutuila, one of the finest in the world, and the officers and men landed in the city of Pago-Pago. The news of the fighters' arrival had become known, and even before the men had landed, great numbers of the natives had gathered along the shore to give them welcome, for they are proud to believe that they were about to become a part of that great country across the water, whose big ship even then lay at anchor in their slendld harbor. There was no difficulty in regard to the official part of the visit, and as the months slipped away the natives and the men of the Aberanda became more and more friendly, Steward Cole being especially popular and In much demand. On this beautiful island, whose tropic breezes, laden with perfume, blew across a sea of gorgeous blossoms, radiant in their blushing beauty, all thoughts of strenuous life in the past was forgotten, and the erstwhile stern men of war gave themselves up to the spell of the lotus flower. Friendly from the first the natives became affectionate and as the days passed grew more so. Of all the men of the ship Steward Cole was among the most popular. Welcome from the beginning in the royal family, he became a favorite of the natives, who had nothing too good for this young sailor, whom they had learned to admire and to love. At that time, and indeed at the present, it is said that the most beautuui voman in that small country was Princess Leoto Lelei, who was known as the Princess Fungasa of Tutulla. This royal little lady had just reached the age of sweet sixteen, the age at which Samoan women of her rank usually marry, though the children of the common people generally wed at or before reaching the age of twelve. In addition to the charms of her face and form this princess possessed gifts of intellect and character, and was withal as charming and as refreshing as the perfumed breezes of her little kingdom in the far off southern seas. This daughter of an hundred kings and the humble representative of a great Republic were thrown together frequently. and mischievous Cupid, hiding in the branches of some nearby waving palm, strung his bow for the chase. He fired, and at least one heart was pierced. As is the prerogative of the royal ladies as soon as Princess Leoto Lelei realized that her heart had been giv en into tne Keeping 01 we luir-oMuned visitor, she at once told her father, the king, of the state of affairs in order that in her behalf he might confer with the governor of the island, Steward Coles's chief, for the hand of that young man. Such affairs being a matter of state the population of the city was in attendance when the formal call on Governor Tilly was made for the purpose of making known the royal love, and the chief and most famous orator of the people was placed at the head of the procession, in order that he might make the formal proposal. When it had been announced to the governor that the prince of Samoa and his retinue was approaching with a message the governor and his staff were formed to receive the delegation. Steward Cole said that he would always remember the words of the grayhaired old orator, who, advancing a few paces to the front, addressed the governor as follows: "Honored sir," said the stately old man, "representative of the great white father, the Princess Fungasa loves a sailor of the good ship Aberanda?B. W. Cole by name?and on account of this, her royal father, the chiefs and all the people, are well pleased Indeed, for Steward Cole Is very dear to us all. "If Ke will take the hand of the Princess Fungasa In marriage we will give him fifty fine mats, kill six hundred pigs, have ten days' feasting and make him a prince of the royal house. I have spoken." The delegation then retired, and Governor Tilly, calling Mr. Cole, made known * to him officially the message that had been brought and the proposal for his hand that he had Just received. Having ascertained that there was no reason other than a woman's fancy for the proposal, he sent the young man out to the delegation, which had drawn up a few yards distant, telling him to accept or to decline the offer which had been made him. Mr. Cole chose to decline the offer, but he did so in the language of the country', which he had by this time learned. to speak fluently. Well, 'queerly enough, neither the king nor the princess were offended and when Steward Cole had concluded he was told that for the love that was borne him by the princess and Indeed by all the people, It had been decided to make him. the young American sailor, a prince of the royal house of Samoa, and to thus confer on him all the tribal privileges that such persons have by right of birth. The ceremony was gone through with at the appointed time and at Its conclusion a great feast was held. After this event not only did Steward Cole have the communal rights that belong to all of the royal family In Samao, but in addition, as a prince, he was entitled to live in the palace, tr> cnmmanii the neoDle. to be SUDPOrt ed by the state and to enjoy all the royal prerogatives, even as to the manor born. Two years later, after having remained in these waters for three years, the Aberanda was recalled. Speaking of the farewell festivities, which were held Just before the ship weighed anchor. Mr. Cole said that he had taken down the words of the old (orator who had made the farewell i speech, and he kindly furnished a ' copy of this for publication. No translation, he said, could do justice to the (speech, which in the native language was practically beautiful. When the time of departure had almost arrived, this last and most famous orator of the Samoan people arose and said: "The Great White Father may send many shljjs and many officers to us, but the Aberanda was the first to come, bringing us happiness and civilization, and the Aberanda and her men was our first love. They ever will be dearer to us than any others can be." It Is like a pretty tale told among the Samoans for many generations: A lovely maiden lived In a bush and one day a lusty, handsome youth, hunting, passed the bush and the maiden saw him, and seeing, loved him. The youth loved also the maiden and they were wed. But after a time the youth realized that he must return out into the world and do great deeds, such as his fathers before him had done, which was right, and he said farewell to his bride and went away. She remained there In her bush and was heavv of heart and sad. for life held no joy with her husband, her first love, her lord, gone away. "And so It Is with us, oh men of the Aberanda! We, the Samoan people, are the maiden In the bush and thou art the youth who came this way and taught us to love thee well. Now you- are going away and leave us sad. Oh, friends, may your lives be sweetness, but In the happy hours to come in other lands forget not the maiden far away In the bush?the people of Samoa!" Beneath the photograph of the princess, which Steward Cole had with him, was written, "To la mi Flfl Flci," which, he said, when translated, read, "Greetings to the Prince!" "The Samoans are a most hospitable people," said the Steward Prince while here. "Strangers are entertained in any part of the island In which they happen to be for any length of time, free of charge. There is no money in the country, straw mats being used as legal tender for trade among all the Islands." Mr. Cole, though a young man, has seen a great deal of life. Soon after he enlisted in Washington, D. C., though a native of Chicago, he was assigned to the Texas and served with that *.essel during the Spanish-American war. After this he was sent to Samoa, his trip there resulting in making him a prince. He then served on the Newark during the Boxer outbreak in China, and was at Pekin when that city was relieved by the McCalla expedition. Afterwards he was placed with the recruiting squad, no doubt for the reason that he Is a v,nv,acr>mo cental and pleasant young man?one who has no trouble In making friends.?Charleston News and Courier. 'tv For the purpose of studying Biblical history and geography twentyone divinity students of the University of Chicago are going for a four month's tour of Palestine. This will be the second student expedition, Prof. Shailer Mathews having taken a party to Damascus three years ago. The latest party will be in charge of Prof. Herbert L. Wlllett. *?' Rev. James Warden has just been admitted at his own request to the Baltimore county alms house at Texas, Md. He is an unordained Methodist preacher and has labored for more than sixty years in promoting the spread of the gospel. His age is now 102 years, making him the oldest of the alms house inmates, and one of the oldest men of the state. THE RESURRECTION OF CHRI8T. Important Fact Easily Suacaptibla of Historical Proof. Written for the Yorkville Enquirer: The resurrection of Christ has been the battle ground of Christianity. Here the church has marshaled her forces, and here her enemies In the past have made their most deadly assaults. The apostle Paul recognized the vital character of the resurrection of his Lord. "It Christ be not raised," said he; "then Is our preaching vain, and your faith is also vain." Christ himself staked his divinity on his resurrection from the dead on the third day. When he was asked his authority for driving cne cattle rrom the temple and overthrowing the tables of the money changers, he replied, "Destroy this temple, and in three days I will raise It up," meaning "the temple of his body." His resurrection would show him to be divine, and consequently possessed of authority to manage God's house. Since the resurrection of Christ Is a matter of such importance, It certainly deserves careful attention. The average Christian will need no further proof than the statement of the Word of God. However, even should the inspiration of the Bible be called In question, the resurrection of Christ could still be established on purely historical grounds more firmly than any event In ancient history. For no event In the past is there more historical evidence. It is established by the testimony of eye-witnesses, who saw him die and laid in the tomb, and then saw him alive again. These could not have been mistaken in the identity of the person seen, nor could It have been a mere hallucination; for Christ appeared to >00 many people and too often for 'hese to have been possible. He appeared at least eleven different times, and on one of these occasions he was seen by five hundred people. (I Cor. xv. 61. Manv of those who saw him knew him moat Intimately, having walked and talked with him for more than three years, some of them having leaned upon hla breast. Think you that these could have been mistaken In the Identity of the person they saw? The Master set Thomas' doubts forever at rest by showing him his pierced hands and side. Could so many people on so many occasions have seen the same thing if the person they saw had not been a real person but a mere hallucination? These Ave hundred witnesses went everywhere testifying that they had seen the Lord after his death. They were men and women of the. highest character, their enemies being judges. They were willing at any moment to lay down their lives for their testimony. Men will lie, but they will not sacrifice their lives to propagate that which they know to be untrue. These live hundred eye-witnesses must be believed. This is but a hint as to the way the resurrection of Christ can be established on purely historical grounds. The proof Is superabundant. The late Judge John Randolph Tucker of Virginia, congressman, great lawyer, and law teacher, Is reported to have made some such statement as this to a class of young men he was teaching: "Young gentlemen, In my life I have been interested in many cases in the court of my own state and in the supreme court of the United States. I have lost some cases and I have won many: but I have never won a case In which the evidence was so conclusive as is the evidence for the resurrection of Christ." Few people realize on what a firm foundation the resurrection of Christ is established. Let us look now at a few of the results that flow from the resurrection of Christ. His resurrection proves his claims to be divine. This proof Christ himself thought sufficient. It proves the completeness of the atonement. Our Savior was "made of a woman, made under the law, to redeem them that were under the law," and the law would never have released her claims upon him had she not been fully satisfied. The fact that he arose shows that his work was done. It proves the possibility of the resurrection. "Now if Christ be preached that he rose from the dead, how say some that there is no resurrection of the dead?" 1 Col. xv, 12. The resurrection of Christ involves the resurrection of his people. He is the head; they are the members. If the head be raised, the members must rise also. If, on the other hand, Christ had not risen from the dead, his claims to divinity would have been dlsproven, there would have been no atonement, there could have been no Justification by faith nor regeneration by the Holy Spirit, man's sins wouia nave 1U11U T? ? ed him and tormented him through eternity, he could never have awakened in God's likeness, he would have been without God and without hope in the world. It will not seem strange now, seeing as we must do, something of the vital importance of the resurrection of Christ, that the Sabbath was changed from the seventh day of the week to the first to commemorate this great event. Every Sabbath day Is a reminder of the resurrection. Just as the sun arises from the sleep of the night on that sacred day to shed blessings upon the world, so Christ came forth from the grave on that day to shower blessings upon the children of men. Christian people do well to make much of the resurrection of Christ. In the past they have enshrined it in their hearts, and celebrated it in their hymns; and may the day never come when the importance of this great event shall be forgotten. J. K. Hall. W Girls who make fools of men usually make lasting impressions. When a man tells the truth in a horsetrade it is a sign that he will | never go to congress.