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) YORKVILLE ENQUIRER. ISSUED SKMI'WEEHLT. | t m. oeist's sons, Pibiuhen. } % ^amitg Jlfirspptr: 4or the jpromotion of the folitical, jgoeiat, igricallaral, ani Communal gntwsts of the f toyU. {m^8ii?o%02oiiYV^e'aiici' ESTABLISHED 1855. YORKVILLE, 8. C.. FRIDAY. MAY 5, 1905. MO. 36? fr=?= THE GP 2 FRANCI: ? => (Copyright, 1904, by Th? CHAPTER XVII. , THE CON8PIRATOR8. It was chiefly due to Portia's urglngs that Kent took Ormsby Into his confidence when the campaign was fairly opened. She put it diplomatically on the ground of charity to an exiled millionaire, temporarily out of a job; but her real reason went deeper. From its inception as a one-man fight against political chicanery in high places, the criticism of Bucks' formula v was beginning to shape Itself in a readjustment of party lines in the field of state politics; and Miss Van Brock, whoee designs upon Kent's future ran far in advance of her admissions to him, was anxiously casting about for a managerial promoter. A. little practice-play in municipal politics made the need apparent. It came in the midst of things, basing Itself upon the year-gone triumph of agrarianism in the state. In the upheaval, the capital city had participated to the extent of electing a majority of the aldermen on the Bucks' party ticket; and before long it developed that a majority of this alIderaanic majority could be counted among the spoilsmen?was in fact a creature for the larger ring. Late in the summer an ordinance was proposed by the terms of which a single corporation was to be given a franchise granting a complete monopoly of the streets for gas and water mains and transit rights of way. Thereupon a bitter struggle ensued. Party lines were obliterated, and men who shunned the primaries and otherwise shirked their political duties raised the cry of corruption, and a civic league was formed to fight the ring. In this struggle, as giving him the chance to front the enemy in a fair field, David Kent flung himself with all the ardor of a born fighter. Mass meetings were held, with Kent as spokesman for the league, and the outcome was a decency triumph which brought Kent's name into grateful public prominence. Hildretb played an able second, and by the time the obnoxious ordinance had been safely tabled, Kent had a semi-political fol* lowing which was all his own. Men who had hitherto known him only as a corporation lawyer began to prophesy large things of this fiery young advocate, whose arguments were sound and convincing as his invective was keen and merciless. Figuratively speaking, Portia stood _in the wings and applauded. Also, she saw that her protege had reached the point where he needed grooming for whatever race lay before him. Hence her urgings, which made a triumvirate out of the council of two. , with Brookes Ormsby as the third member. On the porch of the Brentwood apartment house was David Kent. "* With the striking of the city hall clock at nine Mrs. Brentwood had complained of the glare of the electric crossing-lamp and had gone in, leaving the caller with Penelope in the hammock on one side of him and Elinor in a basket chair on the other. Their talk had been of the late municipal struggle, and of Kent's part in it: and, like Miss Van Brock, Penelope was applausive. But Elinor's congratulations were tempered with deprecation. "I am glad you won for the league, of course; everybody must be glad of that," she said. "But I hope the Argils didn't report your speeches correctly. If It did, you have made a host of bitter enemies." '"What does a man?a real man? care for that?" This from the depths ^ of the hammock. "I, at least. can afford to be careless," said Kent. "1 am not running for office, and h&ve nothing else to lose, politically or otherwise." "Can any man say that truthfully?" Elinor queried. "I think I can. I have given no hostages to fortune." "But I think you owe it to yourself to be more careful in your public utterances," she insisted. "If these L men on the other side are only half f as unprincipled as your accusations make them out to be, they would not stop short of personal violence." "I am not hunting clemency or pertmmimftv tnBi nnw" iauehed Kent. "On the contrary, I am only anxious to make the score as heavy as possible. And so far from keeping prudently in the background. I'll confess that I went into this franchise tight chiefly to let the capitol gang know who I am and where I stand." A sudden light came into Elinor's eyes and burned there steadily. She was of those who lay votive offerings upon the shrine of manly courage. * "One part of me approves as much as another part disapproves." she said after a time. "I suppose it isn't possible to avoid making political enemles; but is it needful to turn them into persona! enemies?" He looked at her curiously. "I am afraid I don't know any middle path, not being a politician." he objected "And as for the enmity of these men. I shall count it an honor to win it If I do not win it, I shall know I am not succeeding." Silence for another little space, which Miss Brentwood broke by saying: "Don't you want to smoke? You may." \ \ ^=t! tAFTERS fy $ LYNDE J i mil ?iiwiii runn Bobbi-Mtrrill Company.) Kent felt in his pocket "I have no cigar." She looked past him to the hammock. "Penelope!" she called softly; and when there was no response she went to spread the hammock rug over her sister. "You may smoke your pipe," Bhe sa 5?1; and when she had passed behind him to her chair she made another concession: "Let me fill it for you? you used to." He gave her the pipe and tobacco, and! by a curious contradiction of terms I# Ko Aiiffhf nnf fcm UC,JttU IV nuuuci it uw uvv ix/ ?w. Notwithstanding his frank defiance of Brookes Ormsby, and his declaration of intention in the sentimental affair, he had his own notions about the sanctity of a betrothal. Mrs. Brentwood had vanished, and Penelope was asleep in the hammock. Could he trust himself to be decently loyal to Ormsby if he should stay? Nice questions of conscience had not troubled him much of late; but this was new ground?or if not new, ho old that it bad the effect of being new. He let the question go unanswered ?and stayed. But he was minded to fling the biggest barrier he could lay hands on in the way of possible disloyalty by saying good things of Ormsby. *"I owe you much for my acquaint"four men sat in low-toned confidence around the gov tnwun a i adlic^. anee with him," he said, when the subject was fairly Introduced. "He has been making all kinds of a good friend to me, and he promises to be more." "Isn't your debt to Penelope, rather than to me?" she returned. "No, I think not You are responsible, in the broader sense, at all events. He did not come west for Penelope's sake." Tfc.n he took the plunge: "May I know when it is to be?or am 1 to wait for my bidding with the other and more formally invited guests?" She laughed, a low little laugh that somehow grated upon his nerves. "You shall know?when I know." "Forgive me," he said quickly. "But from something Ormsby said?" "He should not have spoken of it; I have given him no right," she said coldly. "You make me twice sorry: once if I am a trespasser, and again if I have unwittingly broken a confidence." Ho rose and said good-night, and was half-way to the next corner before he real'zed how inexcusably abrupt hl9 leave-taking had been. When he did realize It, he was of iwu mi.lus wneuier 10 go uat'K or let the apology excuse another call the following evening. Then the Insistent prompting seized him again; and when next he came to a competent sense of things present he was standing opposite the capitol building, starine fixedly up at a pair of lighted windows in the second story. They were the windows of the governor's room; and David Kent's brain cleared suddenly. In the earliest beginnings of the determinate plan to wrest the Trans-Western out of the grasn of the innto he had known that it must come finally to some desperate duel with the master-spirit of the ringsters. Was Jasper Bucks behind those lighted windows?alone? Kent had not meant to make the open attack until he should have a weapon in his hands which would arm him to win. But now as he stood looking up at the beckoning windows a mad desire to have It out once for all with the robber-in-chief sent the blood tingling to his finger-tips. True, he had nothing as yet in the oil-field conspirac> that the newspapers or the public would accept as evidence of fraud and corruption. But on the other hand, Bucks was only a man, after all; a man with a bucaneer's record, and by consequence vulnerable beneath the brazen armor of assurance. If the attack were bold enoughKent did not stop to argue it out. When a man's blood is up the odds against him shrink and become as naught. Two minutes later he was in the upper corridor of the capitol, striding swiftly to the door of the lighted room. Recalling it afterward he wondered if the occult prompting which had dragged him out of his chair on the Brentwood porch saw to It that he walked upon the strip of matting: In the tile-paved corridor and so mad* bis approach noiseless. Also, if the same silent monitor bade bim stop short of the governor's office: at the door, namely, of the public anteroom, which stood ajar? A low murmur of voices came from beyond, and for a moment he paused listening. Then be boldly went within, crossing the anteroom and standing fairly in the broad beam of light pouring through the open door of communication with the private office. Four men sat in low-toned conference around the governor's writingtable, and If any one of them had looked up the silent witness must have been discovered. Kent marked them down one by one: the governor; Hendricks, the secretary of state; Rumford, the oil man; and Senator Duvall. For Ave pregnant minutes he stood looking on, almost within arm's reach of the four; hearing distinctly what was said; seeing the papers which changed hands across the table. Then he turned and went away, noiselessly as he had come, the thickpiled carpet of the anteroom muffling his footfalls. It was midnight when he reached his quarters in the Clarendon and flung himself full length upon the bed, sodden with weariness. For two hours he had tramped the deserted streets, striving in sharp travail of soul to fit the invincible, chance-given weapon to his hand. When he came in the thing was done, and he slept the sleep of an outworn laborer. CHAPTER XVIII. DOWN. BRUNO! For six days after the night of revelations Kent dived deep, personally and by paid proxy, in a sea of secrecy which, for the five pregnant minutes in the doorway of the governor's office, might easily have proved fathomless. On the seventh day the conflagration broke out. The editor of the Belmount Refiner was the first to smell the smoke and to raise the cry of "Fire!" but by midnight the wires were humming with the news and the entire state was ablaze. The story as it appeared under the scare headlines the next morning was ertonlv fniH An oil comDany had been formed with Senator Duvall at its head. After Its incorporation it was ascertained that it not only held options on all the most valuable wells in the Bclroount region, but that Its charter gave it Immunity from the laws requiring all corporations to have their organizations, officers, and operating headquarters in the state. By the time the new company was three days old it had quietly taken up its options and was the single big fish in the pool by virtue of Its having swallowed all the little ones. Then came the finishing stroke which had set the wires to humming. On the sixth day it was noised about that Senator Duvall had transferred his controlling interest to Rumford? otherwise to the Universal Oil company; that he had served only as a figurehead in the transaction, using his standing, social and political, to secure the charter which had been denied Rumford and his associates. T* ho/1 Koon monuppH VPTV flk ill fully; the capping of the wells by the Universal's agent, the practical sealing up of the entire district, being the first public intimation of the result of Duvall's treachery and the complete triumph of a foreign monopoly. The storm that swept the state when the facts came out were cyclonic, and it was reported, as It needed to be, that Senator Duvall had disappeared Never in the history of the state had public feeling risen so high; and there were not lacking those who said that if Duvall showed himself his life would not be safe in the streets of the capital. It was after the Argus had gone to press on the night of explosions that Editor Hildreth sought and found David Kent in his rooms at the Clarendon, and poured out the vials of his wrath. "Say, I'd like to know If you cuc-call this giving me a fair show!" he demanded, flinging into Kent's sitting room and dropping Into a chair. "Did I, or did I not understand that I was to have the age on this oil business when there was anything fit to print?" Kent gave the night editor a cigar and was otherwise exasperatingly perturbable. "Keep your clothes on, and don't accuse a man of disloyalty until you have all the documents in the case," he said. "I didn't know, until I saw your bulletin a few hours ago, that the thing had been pulled off. In r" nittli StlKot lotl, I *C UCC1I IUU uuoj nuu wiuci things to pay much attention to the Belmount end of it." "The ded-devil you have!" sputtered Hildreth, chewing savagely on the gift cigar. "I'd like to know what business you had to mix up in other things to the detriment of my news column. You were the one man who knew all about it; or at least you did a week or two ago." "Yes; but other and more important things have intervened. I have been desperately busy, as I say." "Well, you've lost your chance to get your grip on the capitol gang, anyway; that is one comfort," growled the editor, getting what consolation he could out of Kent's apparent failure. "They played It too fufflne for you." "Did they?" said Kent. "It looks pretty much that way, doesn't it? Duvall is the scapegoat, and the only one. About day after to-morrow Bucks' organ, the Tribune, will come out with an 'inspired' editorial whitewashing the entire capitol outfit. It will show how Rumford's application for the charter was refused, and how a truly good and beneficent state government has been hoodwinked and betrayed by one of its most trusted supporters." Kent threw off his street coat and went to get hi* dressing-gown from the wardrobe In the bedroom. When he came back he said: "Hildreth, yon have taken me at my word thus far, and you haven't had occasion to call me either a knave or a fool. Do it a little longer and I'll put you in the way of setting off a set-piece of pyrotechnics that will double discount this mild little snap-cracker of the Bel-1 mount business** "Can't you dd it now?" "No: the time isn't ripe yet. We must let the Tribune's coat of whitewash dry first" Hildreth wriggled in bis chair. "Kent, if I thought it would do any good, I'd cuc-curse you out; I would for a fact You are too blamed closemouthed for any newspaper use." But Kent only laughed at him. In spite of weprlness, Kent waa up betimes the next morning. He had a wire appointment with Blaahfleld Hunnicott and two others in Gaston, and he took an early train to keep it. The ex-local attorney met him at the station with a two-seated rig; and on the way to the western suburbs they picked up Frazee, the county assessor, and Orton, the appraiser of the Apache Building and Loan association. "Hunnicott has told you what I am after," said Kent, when the survey party was made up. "We all know the property well enough, but to have it all fair and above board, we'll drive out and look it over so that our knowledge may be said to be fully up to date." Twenty minutes afterwards the quartet was locating the corner of a square in Gaston's remotest suburb; an "a'ddition" whose only Improvements were the weathered and rotting street and lot 8takings on the bare, brown plain. " 'Lots 1 to 56 in block 10, Guilford ft Hawk's addition,'" said Kent, reading from a memorandum in his notebook. "It lies beautifully, doesn't it?" "Yes; for a chicken farm," chuckled the assessor. "Well, give me your candid opinion, you two: what is the property worth?" The Building and Loan man scratched his chin. "Say $50 for the plot?if you'll fence it" "No, put it up. You are having a little boom here now: give it the top boom price, if you like." The two referees drew apart and laid their heads together. "As property ia going here Just now, $50 for the inside lots, and $100 apiece for the corners; say three thousand for the plot And that is Just about three times what anybody but a landcrazy idiot would give for it." It was Frazee who announced the decision. "Thank you both until you are better paid. Now we'll go back to town and you can write me a joint letter stating the fact If you think it will get you dieliked here at home, make the figure higher; make it high enough so that all Gaston will be dead sure to approve." "You ar? e-nlne to nrlnt it?" asked the Building and Loan appraiser. "I may want to. You may shape It to that end." "I'll staqd by my figures," said Frazee. "It will give me my little chance to get back at the governor. I had it assessed as unimproved suburban property at so much the lot, but he made a kick to the board of equalization and got It put In as unimproved farm land at $50 an acre." Then, looking at his watch: "We'd better be getting back, if you want to catch the accomodation. Won't you stay over and visit with us?" "1 can't, this time; much obliged," said Kent; and they drove to the Building and Loan office where the Joint letter of appraisal was written and signed. to bk oontinu1d. The Abuse of Salt.?How easy It Is to get too much of a good thing! Salt, one of the most absolute necessities of life when taken In small quantities, may by Incessant Injudicious use become a violent poison. Before the German sailors were en forced by law to eat sauerkraut once a day to counteract the efTect of salt foods the death rate among: them was enormous. An anedote la told of an Indian medicine man who experimented with salt upon his wife. From the day of their wedding he allowed her to eat nothing but salt meat and highly salted vegetables, while he ate a great deal of pepper. Before the year was out his wife pined and died, while he was still enjoying the best of health. Little daunted at what might be a coincidence, he married again and continued the salt experiment on squaw No. 2. When she died, after a corresponding length of time, he was convinced that highly salted food was not a healthful diet. Continuing the use of pepper, he lived to be the oldest man of the tribe. Nbrvb of a Wounded Soldier.? One day an army surgeon was dressing the wound of a soldier who had been shot In the neck near the carotid artery. Suddenly the bloodvessel gave way, and just as quickly the surgeon thrust his finger Into the hole to stop the flow. "Doctor," said the soldier, "what does that mean?" "It means death." said the surgeon calmly. "How long can I live?" asked tne soldier, whose mind was perfectly clear. "Until I remove my finger." said the doctor. The soldier asked for pen and paper, wrote his will and an affectionate letter to his wife, and when the last thing was done said quietly: "Let It go." The surgeon withdrew his finger, the blood rushed out, and In a few moments the man was dead. ?tttecdtoncou$ Sradiufj. THE TEXA4 OIL FIELD8. Interesting Description of the Great Welle at Humble. Rock Hill Herald: When I visited the Humble oil field I promised myself that I would not say much about It to my friends for two reasons. First because I knew It would be impossible for me to give them any adequate idea of what I saw. and second, I knew If I could It would sadly Impair my reputation for veracity?I have learned long: ago that If a man wants to establish and sustain a reputation for truthfulness he must not only tell the truth but a reasona oie iruin. nowever, in a momeui ui enthusiasm and in a burst of confidence I did say something about it to a group of friends, and the next thing I knew I had promised the editor to write him an article, but with the understanding that I was to assume none of the responsibility If the veracity of the said article Is called Into question. Humble Is seventeen miles north of Houston, Tex., in a part of the state that Is perfectly flat and slightly boggy. On Tuesday morning, April 18th, at 6 o'clock, C&pt. D. D. Peden, an old South Carolinian, but now an elder In the First Presbyterian church of Houston, took charge of me and started with me for Humble. At that early hour a train of six coaches was crowded and we could scarcely find a seat. Another train of seven coaches runs at 10 o'clock and they tell me it Is always a perfect Jam. A little after 7 we stepped off at the Humble railroad station, a mile and a half from the 011 field. A unique sight met my eyes. I saw a town which had sprung up almost in a day. On the first of January there were only a few farm cottages In all that country. Now there are four thousand people living at the station and on the field together. The houses are built of newly sawn rough plank standing endwise. They have their hotels, court house, jail, etc.. all built of the same material. We had an excellent breakfast In one of the hotels. Many of the people are living In tents and cooking and rating in the open air. It is no uncommon thing to see a cook stove right out In the open, with a pipe running some ten feet high. The whole place was throbbing with life. Every fellow saemed bent on business. There were the raw-boned Texas ponies with their huge saddles and brawny looking men._ in high boots, galloping here and there on them. There were the fine teams of draft horses and mules pulling their heavy loads of pipe through mud and mire two feet deep. The whole scene struck me as a type of the wild and wooly west. Mr. J. W. Sullivan, a man with a great big body and a great ble heart, and a friend of CaDt. Peden's. took charge of us upon our arrival. He knew everything about the place and It seemed to me that he knew everybody. He had been there since the first well was sunk. We were soon In a surry with a half-breed Indian for a driver. He had a splendid team and It was well that he did for the roads were terrible. We were soon on the field and It was a wonderful sight. The oil area Is so far confined to a district about two miles long and a mile and a half wide, but the greater malorlty of the wells are on an area of a half mile square. There are several hundred of these wells. For the beneIt of those who never saw an oil well I had better describe It briefly. First of all a derrick Is built about severity feet high. It Is about 15 or 20 feet square at the bottom and 6 or 8 feet square at the top. This Is built to hold the boring machinery and also for raising and lowering the pipe that Is put Into the well. You can Imagine how several hundred of these derricks, built of new lumber, would look on a flat surface of land a half mile square. The wells are sunk very much after the fashion of our deep wells that are used to supply the city with water. The pipe they put Into them, I should say. Is from three to four Inches In diameter. They go from 1.050 to 1,150 feat deep before they strike o.M. It takes some weeks to sink a well and It costs from four to six thousand dollars per well. Several new wells were being bored while I was there. Of course some of these wells do not strike oil and all the money Invested Is lost. Some strike salt water and nothing else and that money is lost. All of them strike more or less natural gas at a depth of 800 feet. This gas Is often the source of a great deal of annoyance and danger to those sinking the wells. It has destroyed several wells that gave great promise. A few days before I was there a Mr. Underwood was sinking a well. When he reached about 800 feet the gas began to blow out and sand and mud began to fly as high as the tree tops. The gas became Ignited from the fire in the boiler. What followed resembled a small sized volcano. When it was all over the only thing that was left of the well and machinery was a hole in the ground about 25 or 30 feet In diameter. The derrick, the engine, the pumps and the pipes were all many nunareus ui icn unuc ground?no mortal man knows how many. There is gas mixed with all the oil that comes up. This is separated from the oil by being passed though a peculiar kind of tank. They make use of a great deal of this gas, it is piped to the engines and used for fuel. All the machinery on the field Is driven by engines supplied by this gas. But they cannot consume even a small part of It. The rest Is piped to a safe distance from the well and set on fire. You will see ddzens of these gas pipes three or four Inches in diameter, with a flame blazing into the air, that is 25 or 30 feet long. They must make a beautiful sight at night. But what a fearful waste! However, there Is nothing else to do. They cannot preserve It avid to let It escape would mean destruction to property and asphyxiation for the workmen. But I have said nothing about the oil Itself. The wells are of two kinds, those that flow and those that have to be pumped. The former are called gushers. The day before I was there they struck oil In a well and 1{ spouted out as high as the tree tops. It was falling near a gas engine and there was danger of a terrible fire. A man ran / * oKiii r\ff iha am a Kilt ha WO a fon vu nuui vu ftCMi, uuv lit " w vwv late, the oil had already Ignited. The poor fellow was covered with the burning oil and burned to death on the spot. His hat was still lying there. However, a great Are was averted. Mr. Sullivan showed me several of these gushers that were spouting 7,000 barrels of oil a day. A barrel Is forty gallons. Of course they do not all yield that much. Some have a capacity of only a few hundred barrels a day. When I was there the whole field was averaging about 75,000 barrels a day. The first well was sunk January 7th of this year and It was estimated that up to the 15th of April the field had yielded three and a half million barrels. They tell me It Is now the greatest oil field In the world. Perhaps you would like to know what they do with all this oil. Of course they could never get barrels enough to put it in. Indeed I did not see a single barrel. First of all they have a six inch pipe running from Humble to Sabine City on the Oulf of Mexico. It is a distance of about 125 miles. This carries about 12,000 barrels a day. In Sabine it Is loaded on board ships. Another six inch pipe line to Sabine is in course of construction and will be completed by the middle of June. JThe rest of the oil is pumped into great earthen reservoirs that are anywhere from a hundred feet to a hundred yards square and ten to twelve feet deep. There are dozens of these reservoirs. A foot or two of water Is pumped into them first so that the oil will not sink into the ground. Then the oil is pumped in. Of course the oil floats on the water. A great deal of oil is soaked up by the sand on the sides of the reservoir and is lost, but they do not seem* to mind that, as it is worth only 25 cents a barrel aboard the cars. From the reservoirs run six inch pipe lines to the railroad. Then a six Inch pipe elevated some twelve feet runs along the railroad track for hundreds and hundreds of yards. Ftom this pipe tankline. cars are loaded by the hundred. Last month the railroad carried away i from the Humble oil field an average of thirteen thousand barrels a day. I forgot also to nrfcentlon that they have one pipe line going into Houston where the oil that it carries is loaded on cars. I have forgotten how much that lines carries a day. Some of there cars go eight miles below Houston on the Buffalo Bayou and unload their oil on barges, which carry it to Sabine City on the gulf. It may be asked what is finally done with all of this oil. Some of it is refined and used for lighting or lubricating oil. A great deaJ of it is used in the crude state for fuel by ocean steamers and by railroad engines. The Southern Pacific road, on which I went from New Orleans to Houston, and which goes on to San Francisco, does not use a pound of coal on Its passenger or freight engines. They all bum oil which costs about 25 cents per barrel. There is no dust, no cinders, and no smoke on this road. They very aptly call it an open window route. The locomotives look very much like those that burn coal, only where we see the coal on the tender they have an oil tank that holds about 3,000 gallons. But this letter is long enough, perhaps too long. I got back to Houston at 12 o'clock with the feeling that I had never had a six hours crowded so full of interest, pleasure and information before. Of course I would never have gotten one tenth of the pleasure and information out of the trip if It had not been for my clever guide, Mr. J. W. Sullivan, and my genial companion. Captain D. D. Peden, a South Carolina gentleman of the old school. W. L. Linole. Sailor's Story of Andaman Island Marriage. The day was warm for March. The sailor sat In an Ice cream saloon eating ice cream and lady cake. "The queerest marriage I ever seen, miss," he said, "was in the Andaman Islands. But maybe you ain't Interested In marriages?" He laughed, as men always laugh over his Joke, and the pretty waitress permitted herself to smile. "The Islanders in them Islands," he said, "Is dwarfs. Four feet, on the average. Very fierce and ugly. "If a young' islander wants a girl for his wife he asks her parents for hor Thfrv never refuse. They take the girl and hide her In the forest. There the lad must find her before morning. If he finds her she's his. If he don't she ain't. "Of course, I don't need to tell you that If the girl wants the young feller she sees to It that he finds her all right. "And vice versa. "Here Is how the marriage ceremony Is performed. The lad climbs up a slim young tree and the girl climbs up another close to him. Her clothes don't bother her In cllmbln'?clothes never bother an Andaman Islander. Well, up they go, and as they near the top their weight bends the slim trees over toward each other prettily. The trees bow and bend, and courtesy, and finally the lad's head touches the girl's from below a shout goes up, for the head touching has done the business. The ceremony Is finished. The young folks' troubles have begun."?Chicago Chronicle. < BATTLES AND 8KIRMI8HE8 In 8outh Carolina During tha Rtvolutionary War 8truggle. From Moore's Life of Lacey: June 28. 1776.?Battle of Fort Moultrie. Commanders. Colonel Moultrie and Sir Peter Parker. Feb. 3, 1779.?Battle of Port Royal. Col. Moultrie defeated Major Gardner. June 30, 1779.?Battle o Stone Ferry. Moultrie and Prevoat. April 14, 178(1.?Battle of Monck's Corner. General Huger defeated by Coionel Tarleton. April ?, 1780.?Battle of Brandon's Defeat, Union District. Colonel Brandon defeated by the Tories. May 8, 1780.?Battle of Lannenu's Ferry, Santee. White and Tarleton. May 12, 1780.?Battle?Charier,ton fell?General Lincoln and Sir Henry Clinton. May 24. 1780.?Battle of Old Field, Beckhamville, Chester district. Captain John McLure dlscomfltted the Tories under Captain Houseman. May 26. 1780.?Battle of Mobley's Meeting House, Chester district. Captains Bratton and McLure dlsjiersed the Tories. May 29. 1780.?Battle of Wax haws, , Lancaster district. Col. Buford defeated by Tarleton. ?^ 1780.?Battle of Hammond's Store, Bush River. July 12. 1780?Battle of William- \ son's, York district. The Patriots defeat Huck. August 1, 1780.?Battle of Rocky Mount. Sumter and Turnbull. August 1, 1780.?Battle of Cedar Springs. Shelby and Dunlap. August 7th, 1780.?Battle of Hanging Rock. Sumter and Carden. August 15, 1780.?Battle of Wnteree Ford. Sumter takes forty wagon loads of goods and 300 prisoners. August 16, 1780.?Battle of Canden. Gates defeated by Oornwallla August 18, 1780.?Battle of Fishing Creek. Sumter defeated by Tarleton. August 18 or 19, 1780.?Battle of Musgrove Mills. Shelby and Innls. August 20, 1780.?Battle of .Great Savannah, near Nelson's Ferry. Marlon recaptured 150 Continental*. September ?, 1780.?Battle of Stallions, York district Brandon and the Tories. Love's sister killed. September 21, 1780.?Battle ofWawhab, Lancaster district. Major Davie defeats the Tories. September ?, 1780.?Battle of Bigger^ Ferry. Sumter and Rawdon. October 7, 1780.?Battle of icing's Mountain. Campbell and Fergunon. October 25, 1780.?Battle of Taroote Swamp, Williamsburg district Marlon and Tyne. Or'ober ?. 1780.?Battle of White's Br'near Georgetown. Gilbert Marlon killed. Melton and Baretifleld. November 11, 1780.?Battle of Fish Dam Ford. Sumter and Wemysa. November 20, 1780.?Battle of Blackstocks. Sumter and Tarleton. Dec. 3, 1780.?Green takes the command of Southern army. December 4, 1780.?Battle of Ryeley Mills. Colonels Washington and Rugely. January 17, 1781.?Battle of the Cowpens. Morgan and Tarleton. January ?, 1781.?Battle at Georgetown. Marlon and Campbell. Success Incomplete. Battle of Socaste Swamp. Horry and Campbell. February 19, 1781.?Battle of Friday's Fort. Sumter and Battle of White's Bridge, near Sampit. Horry and Gainey. March 1, 1781.?Battle of V/Iboo Swamp. Marion and Watson. March 2, 1781.?Battle of Mount Hope. Marion and Watson. March 2, 1781.?Battle of Big Savannah. Sumter and March ?, 1781.?Battle of Black River Bridge, below Klngstree. Marlon and Watson. March 6. 1781.?Battle of Scape Hoar, near Ratcliffe Bridge. Sumter and Fraaer. March ?, 1781.?Battle of Sampit Bridge, near Georgetown. Marion and Watson. April 12, 1781.?Battle of Balfour, on the Pocotallgo. Colonel Harden and April 22nd or 23d, 1781.?Battle of Fort Watson. Marlon and McKay. April 26. 1781.?Battle of Hobklrk Hill. Greene and Rawdon. May 11, 1781.?Battle of Orangeburg. Sumter takes that post. May 12, 1781.?Battle of Fort Motte. Marion and McPherson. May 14, 1781.?Battle of Nelson's Ferry. Horry and May 16, 1781.?Battle of Fort Granby. Lee and Maxwell. May 21, 1781.?Battle of Fort Galphin, Silver Bluff. Lee and From 22 of May to the 18th of .Tune, 1781.?Siege of Ninety-Six. Greene and Cruger. June 6. 1781.?Battle of Georgetown, Wlnyah Bay. Marion takes Georgetown. July 1, 1781.?Battle of Congaree T oa or>H Pqu/Hati A July 16, 1781.?Battle of Watboo. Horry and August 19, 1781.?Battle of Qulnby's Bridge, near Biggin Church. Sumter and Coates. August 25, 1781.?Battle of W&lboo. Marion and Fraser. August 30, 1780.?Battle of Parker's Ferry. Marion and Fraser. September 8, 1781.?Battle of Eutaw. Greene and Stewart. September ?, 1781.?Battle of Black Mingo. Marlon and November ?, 1781.?Battle of Hay's Station, Lauren's district Hay and Bill Cunningham. , 1781.?Battle of Strawberry Ferry. Wade Hampton and January 29, 1782.?Near Mor.ck's Corner, Postelle took forty prisoners and fourteen wagon loads of goods. August 26, 1782.?Battle of Combahee. Laurens fell. , 1782.?Battle of Wombaw, St Thomas'. Marlon and September ?, 1782.?Battle of John's Island. Colonel Wllmot, last man killed in the Revolution, and Lieut. Moore wounded. Battles?Dates Unknown. Battle of Talepring. Battle of Cloud Creek. Battle of Twelve Mile Creek. Salvador fell. Battle of Tydiman's. Marion and ? Battle of Wappetaw. Maham and Battle of Saltcatcher's Bridge. Battle of Coosawhatchle. Clark and Brown. Battle of Buftlngton *ora, fair r arest. Fort on Pacolet taken, Spartanburg district. Clark and Shelby and Moore. On Kelsoe Creek, Spartanburg district. Samuel Cloungy takes eight British soldiers and marches tnem eight miles to General Morgan's camp. "Why, Paddy, how did you take all these men?" "May It please your honor, I surrounded them." Battles In Which 8outh Carolinians Were Engaged In Other 8tates: February 14, 1779.?Battle of Kettle Creek. Pickens and Boyd. March 4, 1779.?Battle of Briar Creek. Ashe and Provost. From 22nd September to 20th of October, 1779, siege of Savannah. Lincoln and Provost. September 14, 1780.?Battle ofCornwallis, Augusta. Taken by Clark. June 20. 1780.?Battle of RamsouFs Mills. Lock and Moore. March 15, 1781.?Battle of Guilford Court House. Greene and Cornwallls. From 16th of April to the 4th of June, 1781.?Siege of Augusta. Pickens and Brown.