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' *9ES? ' f ISSUED SEMI-WEEKI^^ ^ ^ l. m. orist's sons, PnbUshe . ! % ^amilj Jletrspapsr: Jfor the {promotion of the political, Social, ^gricnllural, and <gamnni;cial jjntertals of the $fople. {TKRVii"<A e?2o ftV ?it ANc8 ESTABLISHED 1855. ~~~ YORKVILLE, 8. C., TUESDAY, OCTOBER 25, 19Q4. JSTQ. 86. ? LITTLE A ROMANCE OF THI GREAT LORD HAWKE" CYRUS TOWN Author of "Commodore Paul Jones," of the S Cz: Copyright, 1901, bj D. At chapter vii. IN THE OLI) WATCH-TOWER. Grafton did not and the time of his imprisonment hang heavily on bis hands. I An only child, whose moth-' er, like Anne de Rohan's, had died in his infancy, he had been early sent to sea. He knew but little of family life," therefore, and even less of children. Through his connections and influence he wa8 not without some acquaintance with the high life of the court of England?& somewhat unusual privi, lege for a young naval officer?and he easily moved in the first circles in America when his duties permitted him a rare visit there. Mingling in this good society he had acquired an r ease and manner which, added to his [ native breeding and instinctive digI nity, enabled him to bear himself ' gracefully wherever he found himself ?but he had no experience with young girls of the age of the young counk tess. | Fortunately his was a sunny, lively a disposition, full of laughter and hu mor, which made it not difficult for him to enter into the spirit of the play in accordance with his new friend's fancies. He had been attracted In some strange way to the little de Rohan from the first moment he had seen her?nay, from that morning hour when he had only heard her in the garden?and the romantic friendship ^ which she had instituted between them, and upon which he had entered to please her and as a pastime for a prisoner, unconsciously assumed a permanent aspect. He took part in the play with a zest which surprised him, and the more he was thrown in contact with the strange and peculiar mind of the girl, the more she Interested him. She j was a singular mixture of the young ' and the old, the very childish and the very wise. She stood, as it were, k poised half-waj' between the intel\ lectual level of rosette, her playmate, \ on the one hand, and of the courtly old ?\ marquis, her preceptor and guide, on the other. She was too old to play at dolls, he thought, too young to play at love. And yet she had done the one and was doing the other, although the "adorable Toto" had been neglected of late for the more adoi-able Philip. Shrewdness, wit, and ccmmon sense mingled in equal measure with unbounded credulity and the most romantic imagination. And her impetuosity and abandon were as evident as were her wisdom or her innocence. I Grafton kissed the little brown hand so often that he lather grew to like it Every day brought him a different love-token of some sort and a new and imaginary task to be achieved.' k But Mademoiselle Anne at last tired ^ of simulation?the most obstinate imW agination will weary in the end?and F determined to endeavor to impart a ^ touch of realism to the pretty game. | One day, therefore, she took him into one of the rooms of the high tower, the keep or watch-tower, the oldest part of the chateau, which he had never visited before. There she told him a tale of one of the ancient ladles of Rohan who had a lover who came from an alien and antagonistic, family, who gained access to her, chamber by climbing in some strange way the wall or face of the tower, until he reached the oriel window before them. He was finally caught and i killed by the lords of the house on the threshold of the very room in which they were standing, she said, and she wondered if Sir Philip could, or would, have cone that thing. "Let us go to the window and look out, your little ladyship, and we will see," answered the pseudo knight gaily. "I am a sailor. I can climb almost anything that any one else can ascend." Together and hand in hand the two 6tepped out on the little balcony overlooking the sea. Just outside the oriel window, the wall of the castle, following the coast line, turned sharply, making a narrow re-entrant angle where it joined the round tower. The tower and the wall were built of rough stone and their surfaces were much broken by jutting projections. The wall and tower sloped slightly inward from the base to the top. Philip gravely surveyed the stone surface of the weather-beaten tower sweeping below the little platform on which he stood, and made up his mind that a daring climber taking advantage of the irregularities and pro-* A1 *? Kf? jecuons in m? siuue, ouu mimcu UJ the slope and the angle, might, if he had a cool head, gain the balcony, provided no one opposed his ascent. Indeed, since the Baron de Croisic, the unfortunate lover of the legend had done so, he felt sure that he himself could accomplish the feat?given a sufficient incentive, of course. At the foot of the tower lay the little nay spoken of before, and in the bay a small boat was moored. He looked agair and more carefully, leaning far out over the wall, and with the trained observation of a sailor to whom the minutest indication may be of paramount value, he took careful note of the several projecting stones, the slope of the walls, and rapidly mapped out a series of movements by which the feat could be achieved. "Yes," he said at last, "it could be FRANCE f1 2 DAYS WHEN "THE i WAS KING OF THE SEA SEND BRADY < "Reuben James," "For the Freedom i pleton & Co., Mew York. done; It wouia be difficult, dangerous, in fact, but it could be done?given a sufficient incentive." "Am I a sufficient?what is* It you 3ay? I know not that word, I think." "You are incentive enough for anything. Shall I try it?" he asked lightly. The Countess Anne leaned oui across the coping of the balcony, and looked down. It was indeed a giddy height. Her brain reeled as she gazed. 3he would like very much to put Sir Philip to the test, but in the end she decided not He might be killed, and i-V ? ~ " > ON THE LITTLE BALCONY OVERLOOKING THE SEA. that would be a bitter end to their little play. She recalled that Monsieur de Croisic had been thrown down ihere after he had been caught in the tower. The height was appalling. She was too iona or sir rniup. oo sne temporized. She was woman enough for that, he thought. Indeed, he realized that she had developed marvelously in the month he had been with her. She seemed years away from dolls now. He wondered why. J "Not to-day, Sir Philip; some other time, perhaps, but not now," she answered him at last. "As you will, Mistress Anne," he replied indifferently, and then as a thought struck him he questioned her: "Why is this place not guarded, or the wall smoothed, so that no one could climb up again?" "I suppose it was guarded once. As for the wall, the story I read said that the lords of the tower left it just as it wa3, for they thought that the lesson they had given poor de Croisic i ould keep everybody away. Would i keep you away?" "Not if you were here waiting for rne, Lady Anne. But why is it not guarded now?" he persisted. "I can not tell. Nobody knows this story except myself and Josette to v.bom I told it, I suppose. I read it the other day in some old papers I found in the library room. I doubt if even grandfather remembers it or he would lock up the room. Besides, what need? There is no one who can make use of it now," she answered ertlessly. But it came into Grafton's mind that If it were difficult to climb up to that balcony window, it would be less diffl cult to climb down Trom It, and the Idea of escaping sprang Into his head. Indeed, it had often been with him, hut he had seen no way whatever to bring it about until that afternoon, that very moment in the oriel of that tower. Beyond the rocky edges of the shore, to seaward, the horizon was dark with the sails of ships. It was the huge fleet of Boscawen lingering off the coast in the vain hope that something might draw the French out from Brest at that time and a general engagement rulght be brought about. If Grafton could gain that window at night, descend the wall, seize the little boat in the cove, he might reach the ships! He stood in abstracted silence gazing seaward until the girl laid her hand lightly upon his arm. "Have you forgotten me. Sir Philip?*' she questioned him jealously; "were you thinking of " "Of home for a moment, my child, r.f old England, and a better-loved shore farther away. Those are English shins and?but never mind, we were talking of the lady's lover. Yes, I can see how he might have come up the wall." "And of course I will not let you do that now because?but would you do it for me some day?" she asked anx iously. "Some day, perhaps, I shall show you," he replied. "I could do harder things than that for you. But come let us seek the dragons in the garden, beauteous dame. 'Tis a long time since we have had an adventure of any sort. Call Josette for your court, and after battle I shall crown you Queen of Ix)ve and Beauty again. I can beat you down the stair," he added as they raced away. CHAPTER VIII. THE END OF THE PI.AT. THAT night he determined to put in practice the attempt to escape, the first definite possibility of which had come to him that afternoon. Indeed, It had grown upon him with each passing moment, ne lay awaae ror -nours arcer he had retired and Anatole had been dismissed, waiting until the people in the chateau, except the guards at the gate and the watchmen on the walls, had all gone to sleep. And for a true knight his thoughts at least were recreant, since he dreamed not of the Lady Anne but of freedom. Toward midnight he arose, dressed himself quickly, and softly stole through the deserted halls until he came to the unoccupied chamber in the round tower. No especial watch was kept upon him, no guards were stationed upon the tower and but few on the seaward side of the chateau. Moving circumspectly he had met no one nor had he attracted the attention of any sleeper. He stepped quickly through the great room to the oriel. He stood for a moment on the balcony looking out to sea. It was a bright moonlight night Away on the horizon twinkled the faint yellow light of the English ships. Far below him in the shadow of the cliffs the waves were breaking in sullen splashing upon the splintered shore. He could hear the rhythmical persistent beat of their tireless assault upon the rocks, see the white water, shot with phosphorescent sparks, churned into foam over the reefs at the foot of the cliffs. He hesitated as he surveyed the scene; although his purpose was unchanged, he realized as he had not before, that his undertaking was fraught with the greatest danger. He might reach the foot of the cliff alive or he might not The chances were against him. Things looked differently in the night time. A slip, a misstep, a fall, and death would be the end, death on the rocks 200 feet below, with the white foam for a shroud, and the ebbing tide to bear him far out to sea. Yet he must needs go on. But as he made ready to descend, his thoughts suddenly went back to the little girl who had been his playmate during the past few weeks. He had almost forgotten her for the moment Was he a recreant knight thereby? His conscience reproached him. Strange as it may seem, he felt a pang of regret when he realized that once he stepped over the balcony wall and essayed the descent he should be parted from her forever. In death or in liberty they would be equally separated. The little Rose of Rohans?to see her no more! The thought gave mm a peculiar feeling. He paused, reluctant He was surprised at himself. The little maiden with her mingling of childish innocence and womanly charm had grown very dear to him, and the joy he anticipated in soon regaining Ma liberty was sadly dimmed by the certain sadness of that inevitable parting. Yet the feeling was not strong enough to deter him?then. It was deep enough, however, to give him pause. He lingered, thinking swiftly. It was duty that turned the scale?duty and love are antagonists of old. He had learned something about the French fleet in Brest and the location of the defenses in the harbor in his rapid ride through the town when he came to the chateau, and from his frequent although apparently cursory examinations of the position from the towers and walls he had learned more. His information would be of great \ alue. He- was an offlcer of the king, and when tl e possibility of escape presented itself, at all hazards he must make an effort to reach the ships. The marquis had spoken once or twice about exchange, but nothing had yet come from it and such matters were slow at best. As it seemed more feasible, as the possibility approached nearer, his desire grew. The detaining image of the French girl grew fainter. Duty, liberty, freedom, action?what child could stand in the way? Therefore again he HotopmirflH tn nftpmnt thp deseent. Yet it was a forbidding undertaking now that he had settled upon it It had seemed easier in the daylight than at night time. The bend of the wall cast (he corner in a black shadow, the more intense on account of the brightness of the moonlight beyond. His mind was in a strange turmoil. Death?love?liberty?what would be the end? Pshaw! He would think no more, he would do it! He climbed up on the stone railing of the balcony, turned his back toward the tower, slid along the coping stone until he could feel the angle between the walls with his hand, his shoulders touching either side of the angle. He held firmly to the coping of the balcony, which he determined not to let go of until he was sure of a foot rest Then he stretched out his right leg and felt about in the shadow until finally his foot hit the first projection. He breathed a prayer and prepared to descend. He was glad the angle was in the shadow. He could not see what was beneath him. The black cliffs under his feet hid their terrors from him. He intended to try it with his face outward, his back in the angle, his hands and feet outstretched, clutching at or feeling for every inequality. He was about to let go. Another moment and he had gone, when he felt a familiar little hand laid upon bis arm. "Come back, come back, you will be killed!" whispered a small frightened voice. He was so startled in spite of tne quietness or ner aaaress mat un nearly lost his hold and fell. He recovered himself, however, by a prodigious effort, and aided by the girl's nervous, clinging hands he drew himself up slowly, and swinging his legs back over the coping landed once more on'the solid floor of the balcony. The idea of disregarding her summons did not once occur to him. "Were you doing this for me?" asked the girl innocently, still clinging to him as if afraid to release him. "Mademoiselle Anne!" he cried in great surprise and annoyance, "why are you here?" He was trembling violently from his exertions and the tense emotions of the past few moments. "Why not, "Sir Philip? "You arebere yourself, you see," she answered unsuspiciously, approaching him and laying an innocent hand on his arm and looking steadily at him. "Yes, but I?come into the tower," he said drawing her back through the window Into the room. How her eyes gleamed in the moonlight! What depths were there, what unfathomable mysteries lurked within their shadows! He had never seen them so before. They startled him?those eyes so softly tender, so deeply blue. And the exquisite pallor of that face framed in the misty blackness of her floating hair?the girl was beautiful. Following him into the chamber she stopped unconsciously where the moonlight streamed In through the window. For the first time he noticed what she wore in the bright illumination. Apparently she was clad in her nightdress with a loose wrapper hastily thrown about her shoulders; her little bare feet gleamed like marble on the stone floor. One hand hung by her side, with the other she Instinctively gathered the wrapper across her breast with a movement at once modest yet charming. "Why, you are In your night-robe!" he exclaimed In astonishment, but not raising his voice for fear of attracting attention. "Your feet are bare and on these damp stones! You'll catch your death of cold! My dear child!" f TO BE CONTINUED. thaw and the mm. Judge Watts Talks Plainly to Lancaster Grand Jury. LYNCHKRS ARB ONLY MllRDKRKRS. Mobs Always ^Quail Before Sheriffs Who Have Manhood?Some Actual Occurences Are Cited to Prove This Fact?Tribute to Sheriff Hunter? Governor Heyward Stands For Duty. In his charge to the Lancaster gTand Jury on Monday of last week, Judge Watts devoted himself principally to the subject of the recent Kershaw lynching, and the full text of the charge was printed in the News and Courier of Thursday. It is well worth reading and we take pleasure in reproducing it as follows: Now, gentlemen, I come to the most serious part of my charge to you and f Lot la in roforonno tn thla lunohlrUJ down here at Kershaw. It seems, as I gather from the report the solicitor made to the governor when he went to Investigate the lynching, and also from the newspaper reports, that there was a lynching down there and a man was put to death by a mob. Well, that Is besmirching and befouling the fair name of your county. I have not the slightest doubt but what there are a great number of law abiding citizens in Lancaster county, as great as in any other county, who deeply deplore and regret that occurrence; but unluckily, and unfortunately for the administration of Justice in South Carolina, it is the aggressive mob that runs things for a certain length of time. Whenever you get the law abiding citizens stirred up and whenever they come to a sense of their citizenship then the tough and the rough, and mob law and those who advocate it have got to disappear, because this is a civilized state and has been for over a hundred years, and whenever the law abiding citizens take an idea in their heads that they are tired of lawlessness and get aroused, then they enforce the law and then they convict all violators and breakers of the law. But, as I said before, until they are aroused then the aggressive and lawless run over them and they have to submit to it. Now that is a very disgraceful thing. Foul, Inhuman Murder. There is not a single man actively engaged in that mob that took Morrison's life that is not guilty of a foul, inhuman murder. They have got blood on their hands and they cannot get it off. Now, I see by the newspapers that this man Morrison, who was lynched there, is said to have been a bad man; that he was a social outlaw; that he had killed other people. Well, now, gentlemen, I see by the newspapers that he was tried and acquitted at the summer term of the court in Kershaw county. Then I began to scratch my head to recall the case. I tried that ease. I had presided at that court and tried him for the killing and he was acquitted. The testimony in that case developed the fact that he was in the employment of the Southern Railway company. Well, as a general rule they do not employ lawless men. They have got friction enough in South Carolina without stirring up the people unnecessarily by etmploying lawless men; so trr>m,.<r><r that an T dn the nresumDtiOn is that when they employ a man t' think he is a law abiding citizen. The testimony, as I recollect it, was this: A lot of negroes swore that they were going along the railroad making some noise and that they met Morrison out on the railroad track and he killed one. They were State's witnesses. Morrison went on the stand and testified, and his wife corroborated him in It? I am not attempting to give all the testimony, but simply the substance of it?he testified a lot of negroes came along in a boisterous manner, using vulgar, profane and Indecent language, and he begged them to stop and they fired into his house and covered it with shot, and- they lodged against the door and on the wall, and that he returned the fire, and killed one. Well, now, he did not impress me in court as being an outlaw. It was an ordinary case of a white man killing a negro, in court, and if the people in Kershaw had gone and furnished the able and fearless solicitor of the Fifth circuit, Mr. Thurmond, with testimony going to show that this man was an outlaw and lawless man and helped the law to put him up, then the young gentleman he killed would have been alive today and the people who lynched him would have been stainless and free from blood on their nanas. Now there isn't any doubt about it that this lynching business in South Carolina is bringing about anarchy and lawlessness, and I tell you right now I have got common sense and so have you, and I make this statement and nobody can contradict it successfully. There would be no lynching in South Carolina when the prisoner got into the hands of an officer of the law unless he connived at it or winked at It. Whenever you hear of a man being In the hands of an officer of the law and he Is lynched, the mob that took him from him know that that officer Isn't going to defend that prisoner; they know he is going to connive at It or wink at It and not going to resist them?so, like the fellow who wants to bring a suit against the railroad when the conductor wants to put him off for not having- a ticket or not paying fare. The conductor says "You must pay your fare or get off." The fellow says "Use Just enough of force so as to give me an action; you needn't kick me off; but use Just enough force to give me an action against the railroad." And that Is the way whenever you hear of a person being taken by a mob out of the hands of an officer, they know that officer is in sympathy with them and they know he is not going to resist. Now there is another thing I am going to state. I am not going to hold anv courts under the guns of any mil Itia. I am Jealous of the military. I came on after the war when we were under Radical government and had United States troops and United States marshals under them, and they arrested our people and they couldn't give hall nor get a fair trial. I like the military and think it is a good thing. We have got them In South Carolina. I think it is a good thing to put down anarchy; but I don't think any sheriff who is worth a pinch of snuff is going' to get hysterical and call in the militia to protect him and to protect his prisoners, and advertise to the world that the county is lawless and the supremacy of the law being threatened. 8heriff John P. Hunter. Whenever I hold a court with such a sheriff as John P. Hunter, and he and his deputies can't enforce law and order and protect the court, the officers of the court and the prisoner on trial, I am going to adjourn the court and go home and stay there until the county gets calm enough to try the man as the law says a man shall be tried, give him a fair and impartial trial. It is a perfect farce. The sheriff gets hysterical, gets timid, don't want to offend anybody; telegraphs the governor to send a militia company to the Jail to protect the fellow from Jail to court and to protect the court while it Is In session. Is that fellow getting a fair trial? Don't the Jury trying the case see that public sentiment is high against him, to such an extent that the military has to be called to prevent him from being torn to pieces by the mob like a wild beast? Now, pen men, I have this to say. I have all confidence in your sheriff and I know if he had got his hands on that prisoner that night there wouldn't have been any lynching there or somebody would have been hurt. And I know another thlngr. Whenever a mob finds out that the man who has grot the prisoner in chargre is going to hurt them they are not so keen and anxious for it. There are always one or two leading men in a mob, one or two cool-brained fellows directing the mob, and a lot of hot-headed people do the work, and if you put a man like your sheriff in the Jail here, with one or two good deputies, I will guarantee that no mob in Lancaster county can ta'prisoner. Why? Because they know he is not going to give him up, and they know that somebody is going to be hurt, and if he should accidentally hit the leader of the mob and kill him, then there would be a terrible running and breaking of necks to get away. Sheriffs who are elected in South Carolina are generally good men and popular men, and the citizens of the county who put them in office don't want to kill them. What is the result of hanging this fellow down here? He was hung last Friday night, two weeks ago. Court convenes today. If newspaper reports are correct >he would have been hung Just as certain as he was brought here, I take it, under the testimony. It would have had a very wholesome effect. It would have punished the murderer more than taking him out and killing him in hot blood. Tf I understand, he had just killed this gentleman and they hung him while he was still mad. He didn't care what they did just then. They took him off kicking, scrambling and fighting and hung him. Well, if they had arrested him and let him cool oiT and realize what he had done, and let him know for certain he was going to be hung, and brought him here and tried him and hung him legitimately, let the Judge give him about six weeks to get ready in, it would have been a terrible punishment for him to go through? let, him know he had forfeited his life and was going to be hung by the law. I will tell you another thing. A gentleman in this state told me once that vears ago he was engaged in a lynching; said they lynched a negro for committing rape. He said he was a prominent member of the church at that time and took a great interest in ^hurch affairs. That from that day to this he never felt like he ought to take any part prominently in church affairs; that he was an humble fellow and went to church, and tried to repent and be forgiven his sins, but he felt that he was Incapable of directing the young boys and girls along ChristIan lines. He said he had never been the same man since; that they had all the proof against the "darky" and the court would have hung him, and that he regretted extremely that he ever took any part in it, and that he had never been the same man since. Well, now, I think it a very terrible misfortune for a man to have to kill any one under any circumstances, even where he acts strictly in self-defence. We have to do a great many disagreeable things in this world, and it is a very disagreeable duty a man has to do to take the life of another even to *ave his own. He Is a marked man after that. He is apart, as It were, from human nature and the children point their fingers at that man everywhere and say: "That is the man who killed So-and-So." "Yes," says some man, "he was acquitted, and ought to have been." "Well," says another fellow, "I don't know so well about that. I heard about the case and I am not so sure about that." Courts Open and Ready. The courts are open and ready to do the work and, as a general rule?this is the fifth time I have been going over the state and I have tried a great number of cases in that time. The jury and judges and solicitors all make mistakes every now and then, but the general result Is that the Juries generally give correct verdicts, and we are a heap better off than we were years ago, but if we go on this lynching and besmirching and befouling the fair name of the state, directly we will have anarghy; directly some fellow won't want to adjudicate his property rights in court and will want to take the law in his own hands, or a fellow will kill another in self-defence, probably, and the dead man's friends be there and take him up and lynch him, or the man may have a lot of friends there and when they attempt that, they try to whip one another and blood will pour out. The great trouble Is, a white man starts out killing a negro and winds up killing a white man, and a mob starts out lynching a negro and winds up lynching a white man. The whole thing is w-rong. While a Jury may not convict them, yet in their consciences they know that they have done wrong and know that they have committed murder. If tjiis man had killed these people, the courts had acquitted him, and would have hung him for killing' the third man. He had a clean bill of health. He stood trial and was acquitted and was entitled to a fair, impartial trial again. Now, I held court down here at Florence and there were two parties charged with rape, who had been transferred to the state penitentiary for safe-keeping, and the grand jury returned a true bill for attempt to commit rape, and they had to be brought back there for trial, and I sent for Mr. Burch, the sheriff of the county, told him I was going to have those parties brought back for trial and safe-keeping, and I was not go injf lu nave any iniuiaiy, yuu nave grot to take care of them, and I will <rive you an order for all the deputies you want, and he said If I would give him an order for ten he would guarantee there would be no lynching. I did so. He played a bold game, but It worked. He knew the leaders of the mob who were going to lynch these fellows. Then he goes and has them sworn In as peace officers and had them in court, and brought the prisoners Into court under guard of the men who had threatened to lynch them. The men were tried and convicted and I gave them the extreme penalty of the law and they were back In the penitentiary that night. A Hampton Incident. I was down at Hampton and two men were charged with arson, and they had been sent to the penitentiary for safe-keeping, and the Juny returned a true bill. I sent for Sheriff Roof and told him the same thing I told Mr. Birch at Florence. He said there would be no lynching. He wanted an order for ten men, and he would select them. I grave him the order. He brought the prisoners Into court; they were tried and the case turned out entirely different from what people thought it was. The Jury made a mistrial and at the next term of the court they were tried and turned loose. Down at Wlnnsboro I was trying a negro and he was convicted and sentenced to be hung, and was afterward convicted and sent up for life. A gentleman on the grand Jury told me that threats of lynching were being made. I sent for Sheriff Ellison and he appointed fifteen constables and scattered them over the court house, and shortly after dinner, when we went back, Mr. McDonald, who was defending the prisoner, was speaking. A grreat big fellow got up and interrupted him. He didn't get the words out of his mouth until four men nailed him and carried him off to Jail, and that ended that. "Better be Dead." Now, a man had better be dead than afraid to do his duty, and he had better resign when he gets so that he Is too cowardly to perform the duties of his office. As long as vou have a sheriff like the man you have got here I will guarantee If he ever gets his hands on a prisoner there Isn't going o be any lynching, and If there Is there Is going to be somebody hurt, and they have got to go over his dead body. Then his friends are going to have something to say about it, so you are going to have civil war right then and there, and you will Inaugurate a bloody feud that will last for a hundred years. .Now, gentlemen, I have given you my views on this matter. My conscience is clear and clean on that. I cannot enforce the law. The only thing a judge can do is to tell the grand Jury and petit Jury what the law Is. I can't tell you what the facts are. We have eight fearless solicitors In this state.- They all do their duty. They will hew to the line, let the chips fall where they will, and, as a general rule, the Juries in this state do thelh duty fairly. Now and then they make a mistake, now and then the solicitor makes a mistake; the judge makes mistakes sometimes, but, as a rule, Justice Is properly administered. It has already been intimated that nothing has come out of this case; it will iust die a natural death. They say, "If there ever was a case of justifiable lynching1 this is one." There isn't any lynching justifiable, and men who eneage in a lynching are guilty of murder, and the man who had them in charge, although he may not have actually participated in it, is guilty as the men who did it. "Saul of Tarsus." According to my recollection of the Bible in the stoning of Stephen there is no evidence to show that Saul of Tarsus took any active part in it, but when they got through with the Job they cast his clothes at his feet and he, standing there, consented. There Is not a case in South Carolina where a man gets in the hands of an officer of the court and a mob gets him that the officer did not connive and wink at it. He is as guilty as the people who *id the work. The governor is doing the best he can to put the lynching down. They telegraphed him for militia. He sent them and they hung 'he fellow before the militia got there. The sheriff can't be everywhere and the governor couldn't get the militia there in time. The sheriff is not to blame In this matter because he did his level best, hired an engine and took an expensive ride. The governor's conscience is clear, he did his duty and sent a military company there. Who is responsible? "Where was Moses when the light went out?" I see by the papers they cut the light off down there. Who cut that light off? Now, gentlemen, the law of the state is this: This is the only case in which the solicitor is bound by law to inaugurate the prosecution, and the solicitor can't do anything unless the grand jury help him. They are the right arm of the court. They have as much power in this court as I have. Whenever they come into court and make a presentment I take charge. When you take the bills and go into your room you are a co-ordinate branch of the court. I have no authority over you when you get in vour grand Jury room. You - ? 1o%?r frt VAlirOfllvOQ thPTA NftW this Is the only case where the law requires the solicitor to inaugurate the prosecution. It does not make it incumbent on him to go down there and swear out warrants though. If the people in a county where I live or where you live want to live among murderers and violators of law and not bring them to Justice I am not going to wear crepe on my hat. The Law. Now here is the statute: "In the case of any prisoner lawfully in the charge, custody or control of any officer, state, county or municipal, being seized and taken from said officer through his negligence, permission or connivance, by a mob or other unlawful assemblage of persons, and at their hands suffering bodily violence or death, the said officer shall be deemed guilty of a misdemeanor, and, upon true bill found, shall be deposed from his office, pending his trial, and upon conviction shall forfeit his office, and shall, unless pardoned by the governor, be ineligible to hold any office of trust or profit within this state. It shall be the duty of the prosecuting attorney within whose circuit or county the offence may be committed to forthwith institute a prosecution against said officer, who shall be tried in such county in the same circuit other than the one in which the of fence was committed as the attorney general may elect. The fe?ss and mileage of all material witnesses, both for the state and the defence, shall be paid by the state treasurer on a certificate Issued by the clerk, and signed, by the presiding judge, showing the amount of said fee due the witness." Now. gentlemen, you see under that if any person Is lawfully in the custody or under the control of any officer, whether he is a state officer or county officer, or municipal officer, that means, gentlemen, a town officer, and he Is seized and taken awjy from that officer through his negligence or permission or connivance by a mob or other unlawful assemblage present, and at their bands suffer violence or death the officer shall be deemed guilty of a misdemeanor. Now, I charge you as matter of law, if Morrison killed Mr. Floyd then any officer there had a right to arret.t him without any warrant. If he committed a known felony in the eye of the law, and If that officer was a state officer or county offi cer, or an officer under the town government, and he had In possession Morrison, ana lr oy nis negligence or by his permission, or by his connlvmce. he let a mob or unlawful assemblage take him away, he Is guilty of a misdemeanor, and if you find a true bill and the petit Jury convicts him then he can't hold any more offices In South Carolina unless the governor allows him to do so by pardon. That is the only case that the solicitor is bound to prosecute In. The statute requires him to Inaugurate the prosecution In this case. Where a warrant Is sworn out and the grand jury present a man it is the duty of the solicitor to take charge of the case and prosecute it, but it is not his duty to go around and hunt up witnesses and have warrants sworn out. This is the only statute that I know of in this state that requires him to Inaugurate a prosecution. Now, gentlemen, I ^ave not the slightest doubt but what you will do your duty fearlessly and impartially in this matter. FAM0U8 MEN'8 DREAM8. Origin of 8onrte of the Most Noted Work? of Fiotion. Some of the most popular novels in our language o ve their origin entirely to dreams, for the wonderful work ngs of the brain during sleep often furnish material which the author is not slow to turn to good account. Had it not been for a dream "Robinson Crusoe" would prooaoiy never uatn been written. At the time the plot was first conceived Defoe was suffering from great mental worry that resulted in his fl umbers being broken by incessant nightmares. On one of these occasions he dreamed that he was stranded on a deserted island alone and began to work out in the dream a means of existence. So pleased was he with the experience that Defoe confessed to feelings of disappointment when he awokev and he hastened to put his vision into readable form. "Rlenxi" was the dream offspring of Lord Lytton's brain, the whole plot appearing before him in the short space of two hours' sleep between violent attacks of neuralgia. Kingaley, after a hard day's fishing; went to sleep, only to get a shadowy outline of "Westward Ho"' In his dream, though what connection the story had with his sport it is difficult to understand. Few people know why Coleridge's entrancing poem. "Kubla Khan," remains unfinished, but this masterpiece has a very remarkable history. The poet had Just taken an anodyne and dropped off to sleep, when the poem bega to shape Itself In his mind, and the 1 nes to run In rhyming order. When he awoke he rushed to his writing table and wrote out the lines as we now have them, without a second's pause, but his memory failed him at the conclusion so the work was never completed. Another famous poem composed In a dream was "Tire Bells," while the same author, Edgar Poe, .formulated one of the finest pieces of prose, "The Masque - of the Red Death," during the hours of unconsciousness. "The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" probably caused Stevenson more mental trouble than any of his other works, but a dream got him out of the difficulty. He began a story about a man's double, but It appeared so unsatisfactory to him that he tore it up without banishing the theme from his mind. One night, however, he dreamed the scene at the window and a few minor Incidents, while the second night the remainder of the plot followed, and the story was soon on paper. Another author, G. P. R. James, had promised to firnlsh the publishers with the opening chapters of a new book by a certain date, but he entirely forgot all about the contract until tfie night before it expired. He relates oaf Avar tha fire far Into the early hours of the morning', but a plot of any kind absolutely refused to come to him until, disheartened, he went to bed. Then, during the hours of sleep, the missing plot wove Itself mechanically In his mind and ere the next day had passed the first few chapters of "Bernard Marsh' were In the hands of the publishers. One of Coulson Kernahan's most delightful volumes is* "God and the Ant," a phantasy that makes It easy to believe that the book was the result of a dream. Mr. Kernahan In the preface acknowledges It to be a vision which appeared to him In sleep put Into words. W. L. Allen likewise dreamed the majority of the plot and the detail of the opening chapters of one of his most recent works, which he very fitly ramed "Out of the Night." Only two authors are known to have gone so far as to cultivate dreams for the purpose of plot manufacturers. Dryden often ate raw beefsteaks at night, and the nightmares that followed originated some of his most notable poema Mayne Reld confessed that his prolificacy in producing novels was due In some measure to his habit of eating a handful of horse-chestnuts ere he retired to reot when In need of a plot.?Brooklyn Eagle. ? It Is possible to move In political circles and still he square.