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YORKVILLE ENQUIRER. I ISSUED SEMI-WBEKLY. L. m. QRisT's sons, PubUihen. } % Jfamitg Detuspaper: Jfor the promotion o|f the political Social, Igricnltural and fltommei;rtat Interests of the feopte. { SINGLE COPT, FIVE CENTS. ESTABLISHED 1855. YORKVILLE, 8. C., TUESDAY, AUGUST 22, 1905. NO. 67. ELLEN C c KING'S K Written for the Yorkville En< CHAPTER I. The sounding aisles ol the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free. Aye, call it holy ground. The soil where first they trod ! They have left unstained what they found, Freedom to worship God! "They that take the sword shall perish by the sword." "Brethren and Countrymen: This is a solemn moment. We have met in this peaceful valley to Invoke God's blessings. A few short days ago our land rested in the security of peace: our homes quiet, our hearths happy. From these green solitudes arose the - -'.ttUaal nnKIno Thfl SmOKe OI uur aciucis vaumo. waving fields of grain rejoiced amidst the waste of wilderness, and the glad music of human voices, ascending from happy hearts awoke the silence of the forest. The father looked abroad upon the labor of his hands, and blessed God for his prosperity. The moth*r hushing, in gentle lullaby, her babe upon her breast in silent gratitude, thanked Its Maker for His care. Bold manhood and timid maidenhood alike, rejoiced in security and rested in peace. "Now, God of mercy, the change! Where once was peace and plenty, now Is famine, desolation and dismay. Where once was heard the voice of 'Let us worship God,' in prayer and praise, now is heard the roll of the reveille, calling husbands and fathers to duty; or the beat of the tattoo, giving the signal for rest to wearied sons and brothers?the earth for their bed, their knapsacks for their pillow, and heaven for their canopy. "Oh! God, the change! The blooming valley, the waving field?now the blood-sodden waste, the desolate plain. The peaceful homestead, the thriving village?now, a charred ruin, or sacked solitude. "Ask yon whitening bones where is the patriarch and father? Ask yon starving woman with the babe clinging to her withered breast that can give no sustenance, where the children that gathered around her knee? where her home? and let the dying mother and and butchered children answer. Ask yon maniac woman what terror froze her blood, depriving her soul of reason? and hear her shriek of a slain father, a butchered mother, of pleading innocence, and, God of justice, of a dishonor worse than death; "And who has taken the sword? with the holy name of Jehovah upon their lips invoking the Redeemer, the prince of peace to their aid, the country that we call mother! They have ruthlessly Invaded our land, glorying in our desolation. They have taken the sword and shall perish by it. "And believe me, brethren, the doom of the British is near. Might and wrong now prevail and the cloud now enshrpuds us; but gathering thick and fast. I see the darker cloud and blacker storm of divine vengeance, which will assuredly burst in terrible fury upon our inhuman foes. My friends, I need nci urge you to action, by recalling galling memories and grievous wrongs. I know you are strong in the might of the Lord though the solemn duty of avenging the dead rests heavy on your souls. 'They that take the sword shall perish by the sword," You have taken it but not In the spirit or wrong or revenge but for your homes and your firesides, your wives and your little ones, your altars and your freedom: and remember, God Is with you. He makes a holy cause his own. God the terrible, mighty In battle, fights for you, and you will triumph. Let us pray. "Father, we bow before thee, we In- I voke thy blessings, we deprecate thy wrath, we return thee thanks for the past we ask thy aid for the future. W? are In trouble; Lord deliver us We are In affliction: Lord comfort us. We are In need: Lord help us: We are dismayed Lord prosper us. Teach us to be patient: teach us to be merciful. In the hour of defeat, let us hope In thee: In the hour of victory let us glorify thee: and In the hour of death lef us come off more than conqurerors, through Christ, who has loved. And may our cause be blessed by the love of God the Father, by the comfort of Christ the Son1 and by the guidance of the Holy Spirit, now and forever. A Amen. It was a quiet Sabbath evening In September, 1780: the scene eminently picturesque. Near the confines of York district, South Carolina, some miles distant from a rugged hill called King's Mountain, nestled a quiet country church. The house, built of logs, ? was simple and unpretending: but a v poet's pen or an artist's fancy, could not have pictured a spot of more Sabfcath-llke repose. A forest of primeval oaks shaded Its lowly roof, through whose giant limbs the sun shone In gentle light upon the virgin moss which carpeted the foot paths around. From the rustic porch, a grassy lawn sloped down to the waters of Allison's creek which was w clad in all the rich luxuriance of the South in Its balmiest summer. The music of the running water with its hymn-like tones, the groves of such quiet shade and luxuriance, the varying tints of a glorious Indian summer sunset, made a picture of holy heau'y. a fit cathedral for worshipping patriots. Far away, the Blue Ridge reared Its f c'oud-capped summits, piercing their pointed spires far Into ether. Like nestling hills. King's Mountain Crag In North Carolina, lifted Us clear blue crest, and nearer yet. Brown's Mountain and Henry's Knob, with their crowns of royal purple, stood out in bold relief. The congregation was large for the times, assembled at the call of a runner, for at that chequered Derlod, It was not always safe to as 5ctiible even for worship. It consisted almost entirely of men, rude and weather beaten; but here and there, a muscular form of erect bearing. would Indicate the soldier, even without the Continental blue and buff. The most of them were clad In the hunting shirt of the mountaineers, and a few with the accompanying hunting knife. Others were in the plain homespun dress of the time, while perhaps a solitary suit of broad-cloth would indicate a landed proprietor who, from wariness or one sided neutrality, had preserved his domains. "The mountain is the birth place of liberty," said Washington: and here these hardy sons of toll had met under the shelter of their sanctuary, to be emboldened and encouraged by a ser N vant of the God of battles, to strike one more blow for freedom. CHAPTER II. ' The fewer men, the greater share of honor.' ?Shakespeare "Come, Bessie, lass," said old Andrew Craig, "it's time to be going; It's well nigh to dark, and we'll be late getting home." AMPBELL >R [OUNTAIN lulrer, by Mrs. Mary A. Ewart. "Walt a bit, father, till I speak to Miss Ellen?she Is coming this way," said Bessie; and as she spoke, a tail and lovely girl, leaning upon the arm of an elderly gentleman, approached. The old man took ofT his hat respectfully, as they drew near, while Bessie, with a manner more familiar addressed them: "How do you do, Mr. WiMoughby? I was fearing you would go without speaking, Miss Ellen, and vou were so busy talking with the minister, I wouldn't trouble you. But oh! Miss Ellen, wasn't It a great sermon of the minister's? If I were but a man? " "Well, Bessie, and If you were a man, what would you do?" said Mr. Wil-H loughby, smiling. "I wouldn't stana mung use yuu great lazy louts." replied Bessie?her plump little form expandl ig, and her blue eyes flashing with eage nese. "But 1 would Join Major Davie's troopers, and I would fight as the minister says we ought to fight." "Ah Bessie, If all were such staunch Whigs as you, I would not have to spur the boys on to their duty," said the minister, as he joined the little group. "But look what a party of stalwart fellows are yonder, and not one of them shouldering a musket for their country's defence." "If you please, sir, there's Alexander Bowen," with a slight courtesy and crimsoning as she spoke. "Right, Bessie, and a leal heart and a stout arm he has; would we had more such," and the good minister sighed as he spoke. "Sometimes. I think, Mr. Adams," said Mr. Willoughby, addressing the minister, "It were better for us to submit, than to wage longer this unnatural war. We have periled all, and lost. What Is left us to hope for? "That God will yet help the right," Mr. Adams replied his eyes kindling with patriotic fervor, "and will fight for us as he fought for Israel at the waters of Merom, and will enable us yet, as our Gideon, to conquer by our handful, the hosts of our enemies." "Ah," replied Mr. Willoughby, "though I pray It may be as you say, yet the days of miracles are over, and with Charleston In the hands of the British, Gates' army defeated, Sumter cut up and scattered, Marion without means of defence, without arms, without ammunition, almost without men, hemmed In with foes, what are we to expect?" "No mercy at the hands of our conquerors. certainly," replied Mr. Adams. "What do we gain by submission? Only a renewal of Indignities. How have our prisoners been treated In Charleston! In violation o' every principle of honor, our first citizens prisoners, on parole; and Gadsdea Glbbes, Heyward, Hutson, Livingston, Moultrie, Rutledge and many others were roused from their beds early in the morning, taken on board the guard | ship and transported to St. Augustine, where they suffered the greatest indig >l ies. Gadsden is even now in close confinement in the castle, because he Indignantly refused to accept a parole from those who dishonorably violated their engagements. And what Is their excuse for all this? "Motives of policy!" The conquerors discover in them no disposition to return to their allegiance. And day after day, almost In our very midst, we hear of wrongs and insults that curdleour blood, committed by Ferguson's inhuman regulars and his still more ferocious Tories. No, sir: our conquerors know no mercy; and if we would preserve our lives and the honor of our families, we must fight, and fight on, strong in faith and the arm of the Lord, till we drive our foes from our country." "Deed, and I think it will not be so long either, Mr. Adams, for the auld saying that when things come to the warst, they mend, is an owre true one; and it's a black and a dark day for us now, but the Lord 'ill raise men from the stanes afore the righteous is forsaken: and weel I know it's a righteous cause that fights 'gin such bloodhounds as yon Ferguson has by him. Oh! but it's sad, the tales they tell o' him and his bloodthirsty crew," said Andrew. "It does seem as if we ware completely hemmed in," said Mr. Wllloughby. "The lower part of the state subdued; Cornwallis at the Waxhaw. moving on to North Carolina: Ferguson on the northwestern border. subduing by reward or punishment, by terror or stratag'em, the surrounding country! I feel as if a belt were girdling around us, ana mere is nothing left but to sue to the arms of our conquerors," he concluded, In a tone of deepest despondency. "Which they wi'l grant to abuse at their first convenience," replied Mr. Adams, with spirit. "No, let us rather take our goods while they are ours, and arm, and thus encourage our young men for the battie. Be assured. our conquerors will give us no opportunity of enjoying our possessions after they have once secured them." "But where will you find young men." replied Mr. Willoughby. almost querelously; "every one is intimidated; no one is willing to isk their life on such a forlorn hope." "Pledge yourself for the outfit of any number you shall name, and I will guaranty they shall be forthcoming," replied Mr. Adams, quickly. Mr. Willoughby shook his head timorously, "I don't, know about that. ' We should be very careful in these troublous times. I could not fight against my own country, but still?" > "Ye will na fight for her, Mr. Willoughby," interrupted Andrew Craig. > "Weil, Mr. Adams, if I was no sa auld, and sa warthless with it "a, I wauld shaw you that the bluid that fought for Wallace and Bruce, that spilt at Bannockburn. and flowed at Clyde is not yet dead In the veins of o' Andrew Craig. No, nor the memories o" i wofu' Culloden, forgotten. I hae na ? lads to gie ye, minister; naethlng but you bit woman lassie?and come here, Bessie chleld, and tell the minister, that while ye have fingers to wark, and a voice to pray, ye will gle all ye' weak hands can do, and all ye'r pulr slnfu' heart can think, to the holy cause o' the Lord and liberty." The old man took off his hat reverently as he spoke, and placing his hand on Bessie's head, with his eyes raised in holy fervor, seemed indeed to be devoting his child to the cause. Mr. Adams was deeply touched, and grasping his hand said, "No one doubts your patriotism, Andrew, and for little Bessie, here," he continued smiling: "such saucy little bodies would draw less loyal hearts than Alexander Bowen's to the cause. Never blush, child, he's a lad that you may be proud of." As he spoke, Alexander himself approached, and with a manner half assured and half bashful, greeted the party. The minister who had spoken to him before, gave him a kindly smile; old Andrew, an honest grasp; while Mr. Wllloughby. as If fearful of compromising himself by extending his hand to a known trooper in Major Davie's corps, hesitated until the honest soldier, ascribing to pride of station, what was only timidity of principle, touched his hat with a careless independence, without noticing the tardily offered hand. But his cheeks glowed as Ellen Campbell, with a grace peculiarly her own, and with a warmth of manner which made ample amends for her uncle's coldness, rested her little hand In his, and In a few words, which a woman knows so well how to use, obliterated the memory of the fancied slight. The glow had not faded from his sunburned cheek, when he turned to speak to Bessie; but she was too busy in her welcome of a newcomer, to do more than hastily nod her pretty little head; and he wondered if the blush which still rested on her cheek, from the minister's words, was a flush of pleasure or pain. "Here is Mr. Ferris, father," said Bessie, as she warmly shook the hand of a newcomer; "he is about to Join Major Davie's troopers, so you must count him one of ps now." "Better late than never, Reuben. Though ye shrank from the heat and burthen o' the day, ye may find wark enough yet to keep a leal heart busy," said Andrew, with some 1 itterness. "Don't be hard on Reuben, Andrew. If he brings as honest a heart, as he brings a strong arm, we'll have him a captain yet," said Mr. Adams, encouragingly. Andrew did not speak, although the minister evidently wished him to make amends for his somewhat rough welcome. There a scowl on the young man's face, which Mr. Willoughby's timid greeting and Ellen's colder one. did not tend to dissipate; but Bessie's cordis' manner seemed at lengan iu will mill \u guuu uumivi. The two troopers were young men In the prime of life, with all the hardihood of the mountaineer; each strong and athletic; yet so dissimilar as to need description In order to understand fully, the character of the two. Alexander Bowen stood rather above six feet, yet so admirably proportioned as to seem scarcely so tall. A profusion of curling brown hair preserved the fairness of a high broad brow, though the face was embrowned by exposure to the sun and air. A chin closely shaven, unusual to troopers, still showed evidence of the abundance of the hirsute ornament. Eyes of a dark gray, almost black when sparkling In merry roguery, that was almost contradicted by the firmly set Hps, Indicating concentrated purpose and Indomitable will. And If he might have served for a model for Hercules, his companion might as well have stood for Vulcan. He was lower of stature, but of almost disproportionate breadth. His limbs were large, but sinewy and muscular. indicating e^-eat strength. I have often thought there is as much, perhaps more character in brow, than any other feature. Ferris' brow was low. and from hlbitual contraction, scowling; his small gray eyes were almost hid beneath the hanging brows; his nose broad and flat; mouth large? thick lipped; his neck thick and short; the lower part of bis face being almost hid in bushy red whiskers, contrasting strongly with his short, stiff black hair. His countenance Indicated cunning and sensuality. "And when do you expect to Join Major Davie's boys?" said Mr. Adams. "We will meet him at Watauga," replied Bowen, "if good luck does not throw us together sooner." "And If I may be so bold, why are you absent now, young man?" asked Mr. Willoughby. The young trooper's eyes flashed at the unceremonious words, and his lip arched itself to a hasty rejoinder, but impulsive little Bessie Interrupted with. "Captain Bowen, if you please, Mr. Willoughby! And do you not know that it is to raise recruits for Major Davie that he's here now? That's what the minister's sermon was for." "Indeed. Bessie, I did not," replied Mr. Willoughby, good humoredly, "and if I must admire the taste which chooses you for his secretary of state, I cannot so heartily commend its prudence." "Deed, sir, EllicK s noi asnameu ui it," replied Bessie, shrinking in blushing embarrassment at her impetuosity. "And deed, Bessie, I am not ashamed of the good plate that's so well stored away, waiting for peaceful times; but I see no reason why King's men or Congress men should know it," replied Mr. Willoughby. "Ye'd do weel to be careful' sir," said old Andrew, whisperlngly, "I would'na speak of what concerns nae one but yersel." "Dear me. Ellen," said the old man. in manifest trepidation, "have I said anything wrong? I call you all to witness that I have remained neutral in this struggle. I have aided those in want, and succored the distressed, as humanity taught; but have never, by word or deed, encouraged one party or condemned the other. Come Ellen, let us be going, it is hard to tell friends from foes now; we do not know when we are safe. Andrew, come up in the morning. I have some directions about planting those low^r fields, and bring Bessie with you; , Ellen will not object to that," he said, as he patted Bessie's brown curls. "Good evening, gentlemen," said he distantly. "And, Mr. Adams, if your good ladv is better, bring her up to the mansion house. Ellen's good housekeeping will nurse her back to health again. Come Ellen, come child, these September days grow short." "I will be up betimes In the morn, Miss Ellen," said old Andrew, who had been holding a whispered conversation with Ellen. "And bring Bessie, Mr. Craig," replied Ellen. "Never fear the lassie; none dlnna stay behind when I take the road to the mansion; she always kens Miss Ellen wants her. Come, Bessie, we'll be owre late. Bid the minister good night and ask his blessing, child, and let's be trudging." "God bless you with his holy spirit and keep you unspotted from the world, dear lamb." said the minister, fervently, as Bessie bent her young head before him. Flinging back her sunny curls, she said, "Tell Mrs. Adams I have a bucket of my choicest butter for her, and a bucket of seedcake for the children. I will bring them myself tomorrow evening, that I may have a good gossip with her and a romp with the little ones. But father Is waiting. Good evening to you, sir," and dropping a modest courtesy as the minister left her. she turned to the young men. "Captain Bowen, you'll not have time to call and see us, I suppose," she said, with arch coquetry. Then addressing Ferris, said with patriotic emphasis, "Reuben, we'll be glad to see you, now you are one of us. You'll come won't you?" and she placed her plump little hand In his, and looked up In his face with a smile that might have tempted a less obdurate heart than Reuben Ferris.' He looked down on the glowing figure before him, gazed at the pure face upturned to his with Its fair white brow, its rosy cheeks. Its budding mouth; looked Into the clear blue eyes that knew no shame, as they fearlessly met his. His free gaze wandered down to the snowy neck bared to the cool evening breeze, which tossed her brown ringlets In playful sport and bid them fall lovingly again on Its pure surface. He took In every grace of that glowing little figure, ere he answered, slowly as he still held her hand, "Yes I'll come." His articulation was slow and thick, as If It took time for such an Immense weight to give utterance. She attempted to free her hand from his rough grasp. "Stop, Bessie," said he, slowly, "I must have a kiss for joining Major Davie: come give It to me,' and he attempted to draw the maiden to him. "Reuben Ferris, let me alone!" she a-Ia'I oo otrn crcr\cLf\ tn frO?? h^PSPlf Ui iru, ao one on uqqivu w w ..v. "I would not kiss you for your weight In gold; let me go! You're na man, to treat a woman so." "Haw, Haw!" he harshly laughed. "None of your airs, Bessie. Miss Ellen's not by you to see you now; come let's have it." And again he drew her with a force, that from h!? great strength, was Involuntary. The tears sprang to Bessie's eyes as she turned to Bowen, who was standing with pale cheek and compressed Hp, looking on In silence too hurt by Bessie's coquetry to Interfere. "Elliok," she said; when understanding at once her position with her lover. she burst Into tears. It was scarcely the work of a second for Bowen to dash Ferris' hand from the shoulder of Bessie. Without stopping to thank him, the moment she was released, she ran hastily to her father, who was busily engaged In arranging the saddle on the horse. Placing her upon her seat behind him, (for In those Puritan times they rode double) he was about mounting: when recollecting he had not spoken to the voung men. he called to them a good evening, and was about moving ofT when Bessie whispered In his ears. Halting a moment he called to Captain Bowen. The trooper slowty approached, with a cheek yet flushed by Bessie's coldness and his own excitement. "Captain, ye'll no be going till ye visit the homestead," said old Andrew. "I do not know, Mr. Craig; my duties are Imperative and my time short. I shall have no time for pleasure. I fear." His manner was respectful but firm. He did not look at Bessie; did not see the tear trembling In her blue eyes, nor the quivering of her Hps. "Far be It from me to counsel ye against ye'r duty captain?" replied Andrew, a little surprised at the erect carriage and military bearing of his young friend "but If you should be our way, ye maun jlst drop in for the sake o' lang syne, ye ken." The trooper touched his hat respectfully and was moving away, when Bessie's extended hand checked him. "You will bid me good evening, Captain Bowen, will you not?" said she In a voice lower than was her wont.. The blood rushed to his white brow, as he advanced to take the proffered hand. Suddenly placing it on his shoulder, as he stood by her side, she bent till her brown curls touched him; then whlsDerliiK with quivering Hps, "El lick!" The tears too ready to fall, to be j longer restrained, fell upon his face. I Hastily drawing back, she whispered to her father to go on: and old Mr. Craig wondered why Bessie, who generally served to shorten their ride by her cheerful humor, should be so quiet. It was some moments ere the trooper turned from the spot where Bessie had left him. He brushed the tear, Bessie's tear, from his cheek, and gazed long and llngerlngly at his moistened hand. At length muttering 'Better study a regiment than a woman," he turned to the group of young men, among whom Mr. Adams was now busy In urging to arms. "And where Is Ferguson now?" said one, addressing Bowen. "Lying at Oilbert Town, waiting for Clark to cross the mountains. He thinks he has him in a trap, and so he has. If we do not break a hole In It for him to slip through." replied Bowen. 'What force has he?" said another. "Well, not more than one hundred and fifty regulars. He has a rabble of Tories, who fight, or run, as occasion warrants; which brings up his force to about twelve hundred men: but If you bring your hounds with you, boys, th-'y will hunt them, while we are engaged with the regulars." "Is Bully Rube going with you?" "He has promised: but here he Is to answer for himself," replied Bowen ae Ferris moved his ponderous bulk towards them. "You going to Join the captain's troop, Rube?" sang half a dozen voices, i "Well, I don't know." he slowly ar ticulated. "We ain't come to no terms yet." i "What terms are you speaking of?" said Bowen, hastily. "Well, you see," said he lazily hltchi Ing up his trowsers, "I want to know what I am going to get for my share of the trouble. I can take a buck In the eye at as long a distance as the next man; or I can, with no better piece of mischief than these two knots , here," said he. doubling his fists, and i striking them together, with a blow that would have felled an ox, "bring down as many men In a free fight as you choose to set against me: but I ain't going to work for nothing. The man that pays the best. Is the man for me, call him King's man or Congress man, Whig or Tory, what you please." "You said nothing of this last night to me when I admitted you to our council," said Bowen. "Why did you not speak of It before you entered like a sneaking spy. as you are?" he said angrily, his slumbering passion getting the better of him. "Look here, Alexander Bowen, keep your hard words for them that f^ar you: you set yourself up for a captain, and since you got with Major Davie, you would think King George himself, had the educating of you; but I'll swear "Hf don't captain It over me. I'll see you far enough first." The young trooper Involuntarily clapped his hand to his side, forgetting his Sabbath-day garb; when Mr. Adams Interposed. "Elllck ?Reuben ?young men, be quiet! Would you for a foolish word bring dissension in your own camp? Bowen, remember your Instructions were to conciliate. Ferris, what would you have? The enemy's camp wljl furnish more spoils than you can manage. Fie, man don't be the Jonah In our midst." "No. I'll not go until I know wha' I am to make by It. The spoil as you call it, I consider as thrown In. I work for wages, and the rest I make what I can. None of your black looks at me, Elllck Bowen. I am as near to Ferguson and Gilbert Town, as you to Watauga, and your clan: and there are a dozen or more of. the boys here who'll not see Bully Rube wronged. You think you'll play the devil here. You may do It with women and parsons, but you can't do It with men. and with Reu ben Ferris." I Bown's dark gray eyes were lltterally scintillating fire; but he strove to coptrol his passion as he replied: "Ferris, I don't want to quarrel with you, but you know we have no means to pay our men now. Mr. Adams here, will tell you that Mr. Willoughby Is partly, and privately pledged, to furnish some means; how much, I cannot say. What you can l&y your hand on in the enemy's camp, is yours; but we are not fighting now for gain; but only to hold our own. If you and the t*">ys -will come with us, we. promise vou free fight and plenty of it; it's all we can do." "Come, Ferris, the captain promises fair; be a man?give him your hand," cried a dozen voices. "I don't want to quarrel," said Ferris, surlily, seeing the tide was against him. "I only ask for my rights, and what every man ought to have. If you are satisfied, boys I am. Come on, let's be off." And the party, mounting their horses were soon out of sight. Twilight was rapidly fading to night, as Mr. Adams and Bowen left the scene of the previous Incidents. "I do not half like that Ferris." said Mr. Adams as they rode leisurely along. "A bull-dog brute," said Bowen passionately. "What do you suppose caused him to shirk now?" ask'd Mr. Adams. "Some sneaking Tory has been tampering with him, I'll be bound; and he would sell his hide for money, or anything that would gratify his vile appetite." replied Bowen. "Well, well, Ellick be patient; we must take the chaff with the wheat In this world. When we cannot have a perfect Church we must not expect a perfect state. The Individual makes the one sinful, and the other rotten. There's no perfection this side of Heaven." And with a deep sigh, the good minister jogged on In silence. Gradually, his countenance cleared as If thinking on happier themes, until at length he abruptly said: "Did Bessie know you were with me?" "Xo," replied the soldier, bitterly, "or of course, she would not have said she would come." Mr. Adams laughed. "The little coquette!" and after a pause, "what a sunbeam the child Is! So merry, so innocent, so fearless, and yet so modest. A precious, unspotted lamb! I love the child as my own; but every one loves her?she Just claims it as a right, and you can't say no. If you would." The face of the soldier gradually relaxed as the minister spoke, and he laughingly replied: "As her father says, 'Oh! Bessie, lassie, but ye're a woman.' " TO BE CONTINUED. THE VEILED PROPHET. He Was the Most Noted Impostor of The Middle Ages. The celebrated "veiled prophet" of history was a Moslem fanatic whose real name was Haken Ibn Hashem. He was born about the middle of the eighth century and became the most noted Imposter of the middle ages. He pretended that he was an embodiment of the spirit of the "living God" and. K^t tyor trorv i^pnflolant In IllfTfrlprV (which url,,B "-'J ... j-or. * . the Ignorant mistook for the power to work miracles), soon drew an Immense number of followers around him. He always wore a gold mask, claiming that he did so to protect the mortals of this earth, who, he said, could not look upon his face and live. At last, after thousands had quitted the city and even left the employ of the Caliph al Mohdl to Join the fanat' leal movement, an army was sent against the "veiled prophet," forcing i him to flee for safety to the castle at Kek, north of the Oxus. Finally, when ul.imate defeat was certain, the prophet killed and burned his whaie family and then threw himself Into the flames, being entirely consumed except his hair, which was kept in a museum i at Bagdad until the time of the crusades. He promised his faithful followers that he would reappear to them in the future dressed in white and riding a white horse. i JUiswUanrous trading. INDUCEMENTS TO HOME3EEKERS We Should Let Them Know What We Have. Following is an interesting paper that was read by Mr. I. H. Norrls of Yorkvllle. to the South Carolina Industrial and Commercial association at its organitation meeting in Columbia last Thursday: We are here to decide upon the best methods for giving the most attractive information regarding our state to the Investor, the manufacturer and the home seeker. Now. I take It that what we are trying to do is to benefit not only K,.f nnr at at a in Its en commuiimm. uu>. ... tlrety, and to do this I believe we should all try to work out some method giving the greatest publicity to the various opuortunitles within our state for the Investor, the manufacturer and the home seeker. As regards the Investor, I do not think we need worry very much, for as a rule all he wants is to feel assured of dividends and capital can be Induced to follow good, honest and industrious people Into almost any land. The manufacturer I know very little about and it seems to me that all we need to try to Interest is the home seeker; a.l the rest will follow as a matter of course. I believe it to be a fact that there are only two ways of Increasing wealth In the wo'-'d. One Is by manufacturing raw material into marketable commodities, the other Is by production from the soil. Labor Is the one essential of both of these, so that we may say labor is the only way in which the world's wealth can be Increased. The farmer Is the greatest laborer In the world, hence he Is the greatest producer of the wealth of the world. The tilling of the soil by proper cultural methods produces the food stuff and the wearing apparel for the entire human race. Thus we And If we examine closely, that the greatest possession we have Is the soil. It Is the greatest endowment of mankind. From It we are toia w*- came, on n we live, move and work out our destiny, and to it we must most certainly return. How do we regard it or treat it? Do we care for it and tend it as we should ? We should always bear in mind that although the soli cannot go out of existence, yet the ability of the soil to produce plant life and support herds and flocks, may and does either Increase or decrease, and that It 's our duty as the custodians of the soil during our life time to leave conditions just a little better than we found them. If we do that it matters little about our religion or our polltloa. If we have been good citizens the Vorld^ Is better for our having lived In It. We should ever bear in mind that a town, a community, a state or a country Is a lesser or a greater number of individuals and that the good or bad character of the Individual affects the whole. The proportion of good or bad citizens makes the state either good or bad; according to the proportion is the character of the state. To be a bad citizen it is not necessary that one should be a criminal, he may be positively bad It Is true, but he may also be negatively bad, and of the two the negatively bad is often the worse. A negatively bad farmer Is that one who neglects to perform the duties of the trust imposed upon him as a custodian of the soil, and neglects to leave It better than he found It, or neglects to take care of it as he should. If a man has a fine Jewel he puts It In a costly setting; he grooms and gives especial care to a fine horse, and in so doing he Is not negligent, but the same man may be negligent of his lands, not fearing to lose them by lack of care. He just has them and lets It go at that. I will venture the assertion that less than half of the land owners in this state can follow the exact boundaries of their land without the assistance of a surveyor. How can a man properly value something the very appearance of which he is so woefully Ignorant of? As a matter of pride the owner of land should try to put it in such shape and condition that it would attract and not repel visitors and then I believe many land owners would be like the Nebraska ranchman who sold his ranch, stock, furniture and utensils of all kinds. The purchaser demanded an Inventory of everything he had purchased, and when it was made, including all the personal property, chairs, pots, pans, forks, spoons, dishes, etc., the old ranchman backed down and would not sell because he found an old brass kettle which he never before knew he had. The trade fell through, the old brass kettle was cleaned and polished and was found to be of great value. It Is always well to see your own property. To know what you have got, to ke?p It In good shape and to realize as fully as possible what can be done with it. When this is done, you may find that you have the old brass kettle and don't care to part with it. The Nebraska ranchman was a negatively bad citizen. Good citizens are those who desire a home, a place to rear their children and train them up in industry, to give them what education they can afford. Such people, all of them, are good citizens no matter where they came from nor where they make their homes. I think the most worthy attribute of man is that desire for a home where he and his family may live in peace and "omfort, and I am glad to believe that the great majority of civilized mankind has that desire deeply implanted within him. The settlers who have come here, yes, those who are even now flocking to the United States, are in the main people who seek to better their conditions, and thr great northwest is today filled with men who were born in foreign lands or who are the children of foreigners, and you find them in many cases forcing themselves up to the higher places, not satisfied with a living only, but filled with a desire to put their children in a better position in life than they could ever hope for where they came from. I believe that the newer parts of this country, the plains between the Mississippi river and the Rocky mountains, have proven beyond ail argument what the best agents of . publicity and immigration are. The good, live, bustling passenger and traffic agents and real estate 1 agents and the public press?aP must work together and in absolute harmony with the communities In i which and for which they work. | Let every man try to be a good citizen, do his best for his own and with his own, and not forget that absolute truth does more good than anything else in the long run and we will lay a foundation to work on and to build up from that will bring lasting benefit to our state and one that we will be proud to have a hand In building. United, honest effort will work wonders. It may take a while to get the result we would like, but not the less surely will it come. We must remember that when we plant our seed and set out our shrubs and trees some bear fruit the same season they are planted while others, not for years, but we plant them Just the same,. knowing that some one, some time, will gather the fruits of our planting. Let all try to see the best in our own community, let us work for the painted school house, road Improvement, for education In the broadest sense and a few years of prosperity will do wonders for South Carolina. Let every citizen lend his aid to the betterment of local conditions so that the evidence of thrift can be seen by all who look, and the result will be satisfactory. We as individuals will have profited with the rest, and Just so surely as one and one make two, will good citizenship and intelligent methods build up a state, bring in Investors and establish factories. Let us throw wide the portals of our state, give the greatest publicity to opportunities as they exist and stand as good citizens should, and I have no doubt the railroads and real estate men can do the rest; but we must all go together, they cannot do all, neither can we. The citizens of a state should be the ones to demand and enforce improvement on their own account first, last and all the time, and in this movement we should remember that "In unity there Is strength." DR. CROMER IN REPLY. Newberry Educator Comee Back at Senator Tillman. Hon. B. R. Tillman. Dear Sir: It was not to be expected that you would adopt my view of the principles underlying the dispensary law, but I desire to assure you that I appreciate the spirit of your letter published In the papers this morning. A final word In reply Is required by one or two passages In your letter. While my own conduct Is of small moment and I have no desire to bring my personality Into the discussion, let me assure you, In passing, that my moral support has been given to the enforcement of the dispensary law. When Gov. Heyward expressed a determination to enforce the law In Charleston, I wrote him a letter of warm commendation; not because I was In sympathy with the dispensary law, but because I am opposed to lawlessness and In favor of fostering respect for duly constituted authority. But I think you miss both the spirit and the letter of Pope's well known couplet. He did not say. "About forms of law let fools contest, That law which Is best administered Is best." He was not speaking of legislative enactments but of governments and creeds as they affect human welfare, and he said; "For forms of government let fools contest, Whate'er Is best administered Is best." If there is Inherent vice In the law itsi-lf, efficient administration of the law cannot cure It. Referring to the decision of the supreme court, which you say I "quote with great unction," you say. "The Prohibitionists In general and you, my dear doctor, are thoroughly Imbued with the belief that liquor drinking is dangerous to the morals, good order, health and safety of the people," etc. I am not a fanatic on the subject, though you put me In a class with the "unco guld and rigid righteous" who think It a sin to drink liquor. As you say that you have not that decision before you, I take the liberty of supplying a full quotation in order that It may be seen that I have argued the matter not as a fanatic but from the point of view of the supreme court. You will recall that at the November term, 1893, the supreme court decided that the dispensary law was unconstitutional. Mr. Justice McGowan concurring with Mr. Chief Justice Mclver In the decision, and Mr. Justice Pope dissenting. The next year, 1894, Mr. Justice Gary having succeeded Mr. Justice McGowan on the supreme bench, the court decided that the law was constitutional, Mr. Justice Pope and Mr. Justice Gary concurring, and Mr. Chief Justice Mclver dissenting. I am frank enough to say that if I were hunting something that I could "quote with unction," I could find it in the dissenting opinion. The following paragraph, found in State vs. Aiken, 42 S. C., page 231, contains the ground work of the decision upholding the constitutionality of the law: 'Before proceeding to a consideration of the specific objections urged against the constitutionality of the act (of 1893) we desire to state at the outset that. In our opinion, the following propositions embody the principles governing this case: "(1). That liquor, in Its nature, Is dangerous to the morals, good order, health and safety of the people, and Is not to be placed on the same footing with the ordinary commodities of life, such as corn, wheat, cotton, tobacco, potatoes, etc. "(2) That the state, under Its police power, can Itself assume entire control and management of those subjects, such as liquor, that are dangerous to the peace, good order, health, morals and welfare of the people, even when trade Is one of the Incidents of such entire control and management on the part of the state. "(3) That the act of 1893 Is a police measure. We are frank to say that \ If we are wrong as to either of these propositions, the act should be declared unconstitutional. We will now cite authorities to sustain these propositions." Note, then, that the language In which you define the attitude of the Prohibitionists Is exactly the language In which the supreme court defines the attitude of the law on the subject. That decision fixes the point of view from which the state is bound to regard the question; and from that point of view the state may take control of the traffic to police it but not to profit by it. And if the view of Hugh Farley, chivalrous spirit, and others who were opposed to the profit feature had been adopted, the result might have been different. I admit that it is wise to 'hobble the devil,M whom you are powerless effectually to chain; but having hobbled the devil, I protest that It Is not right to make him yoke-fellow with the spirit of progress In our schools and open the way for our children to embrace him as an angel of light. Returning to my historical parallel I am not inclined to press the ;eisons of the prohibition vote of 1892 unduly. After reminding me that 22,000 did not vote in that election, which you denominate a "side show," you say that "this is a government of majorltlea" True, but it is a government of majorities that vote, and not of majorities that stay away from the polla At that election, prohibition received in this county more than 1,000 votes, a majority of the total vote cast. But when they came to fasten the dispensary upon Newberry county that vote of more than 1,000 was nullified by a petition of 79 freeholders in the town of Newberry. 34 of whom were negroes. The attitude of public sentiment towards the dispensary law in this county has asumed three distinct phases in succession. In its earlier stages the law did not have a fair test. For reasons that need not be enumerated public sentiment was resentful, and the law against Illicit traffic in liquor was not enforced. But violations of the law became so scandalously open and unrebuked that-a revulsion took place in the sentiment of the community, and for years the law has been enforced. We have now arrived at the third phase, in which the sentiment of the communuy seems iu ue cryBuuiuius m opposition to the whole scheme^ owing largely, I think, to the fact that the moral sense of the people is offended by the constant effort to justify the law by appealing to its revenue feature; but owing also to corruption in the administration of the law. It was not my original purpose and I now make no attempt to refute statistlcs or to argue the question in detail. Unless the conditions of two states are exactly similar it is hard to arrive at a just conclusion by contrasting statistics of crime. But we might quote statistics untjl the people are dlszy and still I believe that a large number of our counties will be satisfled with nothing short of actual experlment after the example of Marlboro,"" Greenwood and Cherokee. > We reach the parting of our ways at /' the concluding clause of your letter. I quote the paragraph; "I will not say that your vision is clouded by fanaticism but if it be true that 'he who makes two blades of grass grow where only one grew before Is a public benefactor,' then is it not equally true that he who conceived a scheme by which drunkenness was re duced, temperance encouraged and decency and good order increased and which made the demon whisky contribute to the education of the Ignorant masses, need he be ashamed of his work?" I do not admit that the dispensary scheme has reduced drunkenness, encouraged temperance and decency and Increased good order. Mark you, I speak of the effect and not of the motive. But it has "made the demon whisky contribute to the education of the Ignorant masses." And many of the advocates of the scheme vehemently urge this as a Justifying fact. The "Ignorant masses" love their schools but do not draw nice moral distinctions. The supreme court said stifle this vampire and threaten the health and life of the community; but the profit feature gives "the Ignorant masses" ground to infer that what the supreme court mistook for a vampire is In reality the goose that lays the golden egg. And I repeat, any restrictive scheme that tends to make an immoral traffic reputable and popular is a vicious and dangerous scheme. "Do men gather grapes of thorns or figs of thistles?" Gbo. B. Cromer. Newberry, S. C., Aug. 16., 1905. Danger Signals for Railroads. The existence on a high speed track of a facing point without distant signal protection stands out as a great element of danger In an otherwise excellent roadway. The thought of it must be a horrid nightmare to any officer who is responsible for It and who reads Intelligently the records of the past. A lunatic may easily derail a train by other means; but from any reasonable public standpoint It Is intolerable that any railroad company running trains at high speeds should give the lunatic such an easy way of carrying out his designs, one can readily Imagine a mind so disordered that a facing point switch would be a distinct temotatlon to work destruc tlon. But human tralnwreckers aside the existence of the dangerous switch is known to all the world. How many trainmen neglect their duty in connection with such a switch is also known to all the world. How many such switches exist on the road? With men of the best grade with a country free from fogs, and with two mile view for the engineman, the liability to disaster from negligent misplacement of a switch is. Indeed remote; but when one reflects for a moment on the low cost of distant signals and on the horrible results of a single derailment, occurring perhaps once in twenty years, the satisfaction found in that word "remote" turns to ashes in one's mouth. The fast run of 1896 was made with all the switches spiked or attended by special watchmen. What was done to safeguard the special trains run this year is not reported. But what ought to be done to safeguard all the trains is so plain as to scarcely need stating?havo a distant signal for every facing point? Railroad Gazette.