% I I. I ' ' ' _ ISSUED SEMI-WEEKLY. ______ L h. okist'S sons Publishers. J % ^amilg gewsgnfer: Jfor tht |romotion of the political, Social, g.gricuUnral, and Commtccial Jnttrests of Hit gn^lt. j TgB M?o?Towy5rni'cro?.A"c'" ESTABLISHED 1855." YORKYILLE, 9. C., TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 8, 1904. JSTQ.90. f -Nfl f| LITTLE I A ROMANCE OF THI GREAT LORD HAWKE" J CYRUS TOWN Author of "Commodore Paul Jones," W J of the & ? . Copyright, 1901, br D. Ap CHAPTER XIII. GRAFTON COMER BACK TO THE ROSE. THE two servants, In obedience to her orders, left her alone with the wounded man. He bad not recovered consciousness, and save for a few feeble moans, while they were working over his more serious wounds, he bad given no evidence of life. She had not given any thought to cleansing his face until the bandaging and necessary work had been done. But now she sat down beside him, and dipping the cloth in the water tenderly wiped the earth stains from his cheek and the coagu lated blood.from the slight wound in his forehead. ^ As his features were thus disclosed to her In the dim light she suddenly stopped and bent over him in great surprise. Her heart almost stopped beating. Was it he? Could It be? She was not sure. It was so dark in the alcove behind the draperies of the bed, and the hangings were not drawn fjom before the window. Setting the basin down, she ran to the window and tore open the curtains. The midday sunlight streamed into the chamber and lighted the corner where the bed stood. She turned and threw back the hangings with a nervous hand. The light fell full upon his face. With a low cry she recog- ' nized him. It was Grafton, Sir Philip, her knight of old! Oh, thank God for it! Come back to her after all these j years?yet in this way, in such a plight! 8he stood in silence after that first exclamation and gazed upon him, her heart, her soul in her eyes. At first she forgot the Intervening years, she fcrgot the uniform he wore, she forgot he was an enemy; she remembered only that he had come back to her. His memory had been in her heart since 4hoee childish days. She had thought of him, dreamed of ' him, longed for him, ay! if tlie truth Were admitted?she bad loved him. Love! < But could she love the enemy of France! Could a de Roban mate with one of the hated English! She must put him out of her heart. Could she Merciful heavens, what idle thoughts were these! He was dying befcre her eyes. She leaned over him and called him, softly, tenderly, passionately. He did not stir, and he had told her in olden times that she might summon him from the grave and he would come at the sound of her voice. She spoke to him again and again, but he did not heed. There was a prie-dieu near the head of the bed. She turned and sank to her knees before it, prayed earnestly for him with such fervor and intensity as did not usually find place in her maidenly petitions. Then she came back to the bedside and stood looking at him, despair in her heart lest he 1 should die, slip away, and make no ^ sign. But there was nothing she could 1 do, so she schooled herself to wait, ' and while she waited she studied him. Suddenly her thoughts took another ' turn. The shirt in which Jean-Renaud j had dressed Grafton was left slightly open at the neck on account of the bandage. The chain and the locket had been pushed aside and the locket 1 lay on the pillow by the side of his ' face nearest her. Whose face was in ( the locket? her heart queried anxiously. Men did not usually wear lockets , unless they loved. Ah! she snatched it up eagerly. In any event, she would not have been a woman if she had ! nnt Aarnpstlv rlpsirpd to look in it. 1 but now?the possibilities consumed . her. , "I wonder who it may be?" she murmured to herself. '"Tis a pretty case." She peered impatiently, anxiously, jealously at It, turning it over and over in her hand. It fascinated her; she would have given worlds to look, and yet she could not bring herself to open it. "Well, 'tis none of my affair, at any rate," she said at last, dropping it upon the pillow, but with great reluctance, "'tis nothing to me, and he is nothing. He can never be anything but a memory of my childhood. Pity," she went on, relentlessly striving to deceive her heart by stimulating an indifference to her feelings, "that, so gallant a man should be laid low by such a mischance. Jean-Renaud says the shot struck him in the back?in the back?I wonder?but no, I know he is brave, and, besides, he is a friend of de Vitre's, and de Vitre is no coward, nor would he choose his friends from such." She broke away again in thought. "O God, how quiet he lies! Will he ever awaken from that deadly stupor, I wonder? I would the doctor were here! Poor Sir Philip, I?I?I don't want you to die!" She laid her hand softly on his brow and he quivered under her touch. To her at that moment, she told herself, he was only the friend of her girlhood, her knight of the old tower, a comrade, wounded, helpless, dependent, suffering. It was a lie, she knew? and the Rohans never lied. What was the use of deceiving her; no matter what was in the locket, no matter whether he had forgotten her or no, whether he was false or true, she loved bim! "I love you! I love you!" she murmured. It was the truth at last The gates n*" > FRANCE n 2 DAYS WHEN "THE WAS KING OF THE SEA SEND BRADY < "R juben James," "For the Freedom e?," etc. J plet in k Co., New York. were open and the floods were out. She took his head in her hands and bent low over him. Why keep up the deception any longer? And in any case he would not see or hear, he would never know. "I love you! I love you! I love you!" she said again and again. .16 v as aying peruapcs. wen, uciloj so. He could never be anything to her; those two had nothing in common but the memory of a past, and perhaps he had not even that?that locket? but at least she could love?dead or alive?forever. She bent nearer to him. Her hair?how he had praised it!?brushed his cheek; her eyes?how he had admired them!?gazed into his own, half-shut and dull. She drew still nearer. With a growing courage she kissed him. She laid her lips softly upon his forehead, then shrank back affrighted at what she had done. A burning flush suffused her cheek again. Aghast she withdrew a little from him and forced herself to sit down. So she watched him with eyes brimming, bosom heaving, heart beating, and with words of prayer and caress mingling in her soul. Presently he stirred slightly and opened his eyes, at first slowly, and then wider while he stared about him in bewilderment. As she saw this evidence of returning life her heart bounded with hope, but she shrank back farther in the shadow. He must nov. see her. He must not know. He could not?she was so changed, and he would never find out that they had met. He could go back to the lady of the locket. In a little while he lifted his unwcunded arm and felt eagerly for the little case hanging from the chain about his neck. His expression of anxiety gave place to one of relief as he found it Ah, she was right, then! How she hated that pictured woman, whoever she might be! He had forgotten her. He should never know. ona sieeiea ner ueari agaiuet. uiui, closed her lips, turned away her head, and made no sound. As his eyes roamed about the room wi?h an expression of vague wonder in them, he did not at first see her. When he did he recalled her face, but only as it had bent over him in that momentary return to consciousness on the doorstep, was it moments, or hours, or we away from the ship to come to Ah, he was at your door! You are the i lady, then! What a pity! No, do not i detain me! Retire, I beg of you, that I may rise and go to him! In the tern- , per in which they now are they will i hang him outright!" ( "No," answered the girl, rising her- ( self and gently forcing him back, "you must not go! You cannot! As you say, I am the woman he loves, monsieur, and I will go!" She forced herself to make the avowal. Every barrier she could im- i agine she would raise between herself and this young Englishman, now and of old the master of her heart He loved some one else and he was an enemy. She hated herself for loving him, but that she could not help. At least she could conceal it and separate herself from him. "Tell them, on the honor of an English sailor, that he is innocent! Let the governor come or send an officer , to me. I will convince him! Make ?v.rt'lA*v?^loftnA!" Ko rnnlioH UtVdlC| UiaUCUlUlOCltg. UV "I fly, monsieur." "One moment!" he cried, impetuously, catching her dress as she turned away. He must know. This woman's looks tortured him; why, he knew not "Tell me, Mademoiselle de Couedic, do you love him as well?" "Monsieur forgets himself!" she cried, imperiously, yet her heart stood still. Was he about to recognize her? Was it joy, or fear, that filled her soul? She continued hurriedly, her voice softening in spite of herself: "Release my dress, sir! But there, I forgive you. You are wounded, ill. I thank you for saving my friend. Au revoir. I go to save him, also." She left him a prey to a strange, jealous agony. Who was she? Why did she bring to mind the figure of the little girl in the white robe, the little girl with the great eyes, in the dark tower! to be continued. How Mexicans Test Egos.?It is a common sight in the plaza to behold a stall woman, who is selling two reals' worth of eggs, pick them up one by one, put one end and then the omer 10 ner lips ana nana mem u?ei to the customer, who repeats the same identical operation. To the inexperienced onlooker it seems as if they were tasting: the extremities of the egg. As a matter of fact they never touch the egg with the tongue. The idea of the performance is that when an egg is fresh one end is distinctly colder than the other. The end which has the air chamber is the warmer of the two. The human lips are exceedin ,'ly sensitive to heat and cold, and even the novice at this form of egg testing promptly becomes a capable judge. If both ends of the egg reveal the same temperature, that egg may be counted as bad, as it is a fairly good sign that the air chamber is broken and the contents spread equally within the shell.?Mexican Herald. ittiscfllanfous Reading., NATIONAL THANK8GIVING. President 8 eta Apart the TwentyFourth Day of November. President Roosevelt Issued his annual Thanksgiving: proclamation last Tuesday. It reads as follows: "It has pleased Almighty God to bring the Ameilcan people in safety and honor through another year, and, in accordance with the long unbroken custom handed down to us by our forefathers, the time has come when a special day shall be set apart In which to thank Him who holds all nations in the hollow of His hand for the mercies thus vouchsafed to us. During the century and a quarter of our national life we as a people have been blessed beyond all others, and for this we owe humble and heartfelt thanks to the Author of all Blessings. The year that has closed has been one of peace within our borders as well as between us and all other nations. The harvests have been abundant, and those who work, whether with hand or brain, are prospering greatly. Reward has waited upon honest effort. We have been enabled to do our duty to ourselves and to others. Never has there been a time when religious and charitable effort has been more evident. Much has been given to us and much will be expected from us. We speak of what has been done by this nation in no spirit of boastfulners or vain glory, but with full and reverent realization that our strength is as nothing unless we are helped from above. Hitherto we have been given the heart and the strength to 1o the tasks allotted to ub as they severally arose. We are thankful for all that has been done for us in the past, and we pray that in the future we may be strengthened In the unending struggle to do our duty fearlessly and honestly, with charity and good will, with respect to ourselves and with love toward our fellowmen. In this great Republic the effort to combine national strength with personal freedom is being tried on a scale more gigantic than ever before In the world's history. Our success will mean much, not only for ourselves, but for the future of all mankind; and every man or woman in our land should feel the grave responsibility resting upon him or her, for 'n the last analysis this success must depend upon the higher average of our Individual citizenship, upon the way in which each of us does his duty by himself and his neighbor. ! "Now, therefore, I, Theodore Roosevelt, President of the United States, 1o hereby appoint and set apart Thurs1ay, the 24th of this November, to be observed as a day of festival and thanksgiving by all the people of the United States at home or abroad, and 1o recommend that on that day they cease from their ordinary occupations ind gather in their several places of worship or in their homes, devoutly to give thanks unto Almighty God for these benefits He has conferred upon us as individuals and as a nation, and to beseech Him that in the future His Uvine favor may be continued to us." ALL EYES ON THE SOUTH. Land of Men and Cotton at Last Coming to Its Own. "All eyes are on the South" has besome a common expression. The world Is Intently watching: the wonderful gTowth and development of this section. The progress of the south Is imazing, and it elicits the admiration and praise of all civilized nations. The following Interesting article is from the Railroad Record and Common Carrier for August: With an enormous cotton crop ripening, the largest fruit crop in its history, and prospects for a great yield of corn, the south is reasonably sure of a prosperous fall and winter. Twelve million bales of cotton is a conservative estimate at this writing. The price for fall months Is really better than we could expect. Peaches brought into Georgia alone nearly three million dollars, and the 30uth's melons and vegetables have netted two or three times as much. The south's cotton will give us half a billion dollars and there will be very little corn to buy next winter. In the west, corn prospects are fine but wheat will be 20 per cent short. So the west will barely hold its own. In the east, tne presiaennai campaign and a slow iron and steel market are depressing generally business. Last winter, the south's cotton money went a long way to avert a general panic. Now It looks as If the south will again furnish the money and the prosperity for the nation. On June 30th last, the Southern Railway completed its tenth year. One decade Is a short period In the history of a corporation or a country, but many Important things may occur in that brief span. In the case of the Southern, the system has grown remarkably. It has jumped from 4,140 miles to 7,164 miles. Its gross earnings have increased from $17,000,000 to $45,000,000. Its common stock has risen from below 10 to above 45, although at present It is about 27. Its preferred has advanced from below 20 to 92 and has been to 98. For four or five years it did not pay a dividend on preferred. Then it began by paying one per cent, and for the last two years has paid five per cent annually on the preferred. Millions of dollars have been spent on road-bed, bridges, rails, shops, terminals and equipment. The road has been practically rebuilt, and It is now a high-class property in every respect. The Southern has advertised the south all over the globe and It has brought In millions of investment in farms and manufacturing Industries. The company's service has been wonderfully improved, and is now equal to any in the land. The Southern has reached down into Florida and west to St. Louis. It has been progressive and liberal, and the public has shown its appreciation by giving it abundant patronage. ? Says a Cblumbia special of November 1: It is stated that many of the cotton mills are having a great deal of trouble In getting the labor they need. The successful farming operations this year have taken many of the former operatives out of the mills and the demand for South Carolina labor has been considerable. With ten-cent cotton there is considerable inducement to go on the farms. The suggestion has been made that outside help will be brought Into the state and it is stated that some of the Piedmont mills are, of their own accord, bringing help here. One of the Piedmont mills, it is reported, will this week bring 50 families to South Carolina to take the places of absent operatives. WOOD ALCOHOL. It Is Dangerous as a Drink and In Medicinal Preparations. Up to within a comparatively recent period cases of poisoning by wood alcohol were among the rarities of medical practice, for so long as the sub stance- was manufactured by uie oia processes Its offensive smell and taste were sufficient to deter even the most hardened drinker from using: It to satisfy his craving for alcoholic stimulants. Since the time, however, that "deodorized" wood alcohol has been placed on the market, under various names, the fatalities from its use have gone up by leaps and bounds. Not only may It be used In place of grain alcohol In the manufacture and adulteration of spirituous liquors, but It Is also largely and widely used as a menstruum in many toilet preparations and remedies for Internal and external use. The reasons for this practice are twofold. First, and that which appeals most forcibly to human nature, is the comparative cheapness of wood alcohol. It being untaxed and costing but 50 cents a gallon, while grain alcohol, taxed, costs at retail $2.60 per gallon. The second reason Is the Ignorance of many manufacturers as to the deadly nature of methyl alcohol. Indeed, even among members of the medical profession views with regard to the poisonous nature of methyl alcohol are widely divergent, and some who have had no experience In cases of wood alcohol poisoning are openly skeptical concerning Its reputed toxic properties. In order, therefore, to decide the question, Dr. Frank | Buller, of Montreal, and Dr. Casey Wood of Chicago, undertook In the beginning of 1904 an Investigation of the subject, under the auspices of the section on ophthalmology of the American Medical association. The Inves- i tlgators found that about 175 cases of , blindness and about 100 deaths during lt * ^.*14 ka ine pasi seven or eigiu jctuo tuuiu u the gnawing pain and promises relief It Is all the time aggravating the morbid condition. The ginger habit it "* more common in America than in England, but the sale of ginger essence in this country is growing. A comparatively new drug habit which Is becoming frequent among harassed brain workers is chloroformIsm. The drug is slowly Inhaled, and the dreamy forge^fulneas, the sense of pleasant languor begotten, followed by complete oblivion, has a wonlerful fascination for those suffering from insomnia or worry. Sickness and depression are the immediate penalties exacted, and if the habit be persisted In an inflammatory condition will supervene which ends in ieath. Indeed cho'oroformlsm is one of the most subtle and dangerous habits, perhaps more so than the better known chloral habit, which Is not so popular as formerly among sufferers from sleeplessness. Of late there haw been a great demand for certain coal tar derivatives, such an antipyrin, phenacetln and sulphonal to combat headaches or ini troinohla In mrtail somma. Aiinuugu tuu?>/.v ? ?,? quantities and on occasion, these Imps are frequently made crutches of. The taker should bear In mind that,.taken heedlessly, they produce distressing, nervouu symptoms. Phenacetln, for instance, Is by no means the harmless remedy some people Imagine. Indeed, at Its best, the drug habit Is a misfortune; at Its worst, a tragedy.?London Chronicle. Jt-r A curious instance of a dog's Intelligent jealousy Is reported from Llanlshen. A happy family there consisted of a lady, a cat, kitten and a Yorkshire terrier. All four were on excellent terms until the terrier took umbrage at attentions which its mis tress bestowed upon the kitten. The terrier straightway oegan to dig a hole In the garden, and finished Its task to its satisfaction in three days. Then the kitten disappeared. A search was made and as the terrier was seen patting down the eartn over a hole which It had refilled, the soil was removed, and the kitten was found to have been buried alive. The dog was punished, but It took the kitten to the grave again and the following day took it to a ditch and left it there. ""* .