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ISSI^DSKMI-WEEBEX/r/ L x OHIST'S sons, Pubii.hen. } % ^amitj Ueinspajer: Jfor th< promotion of the $olitii(?I, Social, Sgricullutal and ?omm?i;tial Interests of the people. j "SfeSSSA. cramA'NCg" ESTABLISHED 1855. YORKVILLE, S. O., FRIDAY, ALJOTJST 1 li>07. ISTO. 66. MU6HTER B y ETTA CHAPTER XXXIV. Mignon's Refuge. Twilight was falling In the cheerles Boston streets. Sleet covered ine pu.v? ments; gray wintry clouds hung lo1 over the tosslug harbor and the clt steeples. A biting east wind blew 1 from sea. Through one of the meanest of Nort End streets, in a region of dance-cel lars and low groggeries and all un cleanness, a handsome private carriagi drawn by blooded horses and drive by a coachman In livery moved slowl In the rapidly gathering darkness. Th driver was gazing attentively abou as If In search of something. At las he drew up his horses before the din gy sunken entrance of a miserabl tenement house, leaped down from th box and opened the carriage door. "This Is the number, sir," he salt and Abel Lispenard. muffled In a cloa of magnificent sealskin, stepped out c the vehicle. Some ragged street Arabs squattin on the pavements raised a derisiv whoop at the sight of the ugly dwarfe shape, with the short legs and im mense, square shoulders, but Llspen and paid no heed. He never notice such insults. "Remain here," he said to his ser vant. Then he stepped Into the dark, dirt hallway of the house, and came fac to face with an unkempt, blear-eye woman holding a squalling baby. "Is there a man named Laurent llv ing in this house?" asked Lispenard. The woman stared with lively curl osity. Even the baby shut Its tooth less Jaws and stared, too. In spite c his strange proportions, Lispenard wa alway Impressive. "Oh, you mean the sick fiddler, sir, answered the woman, respectfullj Ye'll find him in the garret. Go up ti ye tech the roof." Lispenard ascended the stairs, sick ening at the foul odors, the dirt, th ribald laughter, the drunken choruse that met him on the different landing! Up and up he went, until he reache a tottering garret door. Here a hoi low cough saluted his ears. He listen ed. then rapped loudly. "Come in," a weak voice responded. Lispenaid pushed back the door an entered. It was the poorest of attic roomsbare, tireless. A bit of guttering can die burned on the broken-backed chali and lighted the abject poverty an want of the place. In a sheltered cor ner an old mattress was spread, an on it lay the wasted figure of the sic hddler, with a ragged coverlet gather ed about him for warmth. Again; the wall by his side leaned a violli Abel Lispenard cast one comprehenslv glance around the room, then went u to the miserable pallet. "I am the brother of Lilian Lispen ard," he announced, sternly. "\Vh did you send for me?" The sick man unea a spectre-iik face, with dark hair matted about th sunken temples, and hollow eyes burn ing with fever. He tried to rise be could not for bodily weakness. "Lilian's brother!" he groaned. "Ol my God! Yes, I see. I sent for yo because I am dying, and" there ar things that you ought to know." He spoke feebly, and with a sllgh foreign accent. "It was a bold thing for you to d< Gustave Laurent," answered Lispen ard. "I swore years ago to kill yo at sight?swore that the hour of ou meeting should be the hour of you death!" "That trifle would not have restrain ed me from writing to you," sighed th sick man, "for I have long bee weary of life." Lispenard set his teeth. "Do not count too much upon m forbearance," he said, in a smothere voice. "You and I cannot safel breathe the same air?we are morti foes. What you have to say, sa quickly!" Gustave Laurent raised himself o his elbow. A cough that seemed t rend his vitals shook him for a mc ment, then he gasped: "There is murder in your eyes, a you look at me, Lispenard. But softlj You are laboring under a mlstak Your sister was my lawful wife?mai ried to me. it Is true, in great hast Yes, while the wife that I detested, an from whom I had long been separate* lay in her coffin, unburied, but marrie legally. Here?here"?groping in h: breast for an old wallet, which I opened with trembling fingers, "hei are her marriage lines; she gave thei t?> me long ago to keep. I knew? both knew?the evil things that h? people believed of her, so I sent fc you tonight to show you this." Lispenard seized the bit of torn pa per which the other held out to hlr read the faded words written upon i and. overcome by a great and sudde Joy, staggered back against the wal Lilian Lispenard had been Laurent lawful wife! It was the first ray < light that had ever shone on the tragc dy of his sister's life. "If you married her. Laurent." 1 groaned, "why did you desert her?" "My God! I did not," cried the sic man. wildly: "who said that? \\ went to Paris. We loved each othe but we were very poor. Lilian's kii dred had cast her off, and my peop were hostile and repellent, for my fitwife, the woman that I had hated, wa by birth, my cousin. So her near re atives and mine frowned upon my se< ond marriage, openly insulted Lilia and would give us no help. "We struggled together for awhil then my darling began to droop. SI was a hothouse flower?she could n< thrive in want and anxiety. I ws forced, at last, to go to my uncie, w father of my first wife, and beg f< aid. What did he do? Overwhelm* mc with Insults and reproaches, ar heaped the vilest epithets upon th; suffering angel, my wife. I struck hi $ OF U)i W. FIERCE In the face and turned and walked out of his salon. "It was night. I started back to my is poor Lilian. Somewhere near the Porte >- St. Martin a carriage passed me?stoptv ped suddenly. Two men sprang from y It. Before I could utter a word, I n was seized, gagged, lifted bodily into the vehicle and hurried away to a h madman's cell in the Ricetre?you 1- know the Bicetre, in the Department of i- the Seine, in the southern environs of e, Paris? That was the revenge my forn mer father-in-law took for the blow I y had given him." e Another fit of coughing choked his t, utterance. With a transfigured face, it Lispenard flew to the husband of his i- dead sister, tore the rich cloak from his le own shoulders and wrapped it tendere ly around Laurent. "You are perishing with the cold, i, brother," he said, in a broken voice, k "I can foresee the end of your story, if You were imprisoned by your relatives In the Bicetre, and Lilian was left, g destitute and alone, in a strange land." e "Yes, yes! For seventeen years I d was confined there. Then my uncle - died, and the doctors suddenly dlscov ered that I was a sane man. They red leased me. Seventeen years! Can you imagine my sufferings in that time, - parted rrom i,man, ignorant 01 ner fate? Heaven only knows how I prey served my reason through It all! e More dead than alive, I staggered out a into the free day again. Where was Lilian? I hurried to the miserable _ quarter where I had left my darling, and I found?only the old concierge. "The woman recognized me, and . from her I learned tha.' a child had ,f been born, and that my beautiful young s wife had suffered unspeakable things, both from want and from the belief that I had deserted her, for alas! she r never knew the secret of my sudden II disappearance?never dreamed of the Blcetre and the madman's cell. My _ uncle, it appears, paid her a visit at e last, assured her that I had abandoned s her, and offered to put her aboard an 3 American ship and send her back to ^ her own land. She was sick and . starving, the concierge said. She ac_ cepted his offer. He carried her to Havre, and paid her passage on some trading vessel, bound to the port of ^ Boston." Unable to contain himself a moment longer, Llspenard burst out: "Then there was a child! She used to rave of it, especially toward the last ^ of her life. Once, I remember, she entreated me to go and take it from the ^ ship. I then thought it but the fancy , of a diseased brain, for when Lilian came back to me delirious, it was with empty arms, and not till long after did she mention a child." "Oh, great Heaven!" groaned Gus tave Laurent. "What sufferings, what P misfortunes! I need not tell you more about myself. I played the violin In t?'e public streets until I had gathery ed money enough to pay my way to Liliai.'s county. One year ago I landed, sick and penniless, In this city. Friends 0 I once had here, but none remembered ( me. I made inquiries cautiously, and learned of Lilian's return and death, long years before. Then?then I knew 1* It was time that I dl^d, too. But the u child?the child," wildly; "what be* came of the child?" lt "If it is still above ground," answered Llspenard; "we will find it. My j sister returned to America in a trading vessel, you say. Do you know anyu thing beyond that fact?" |r "I traveled to Havre," replied Laurir ent, feebly, "and after a weary while I discovered the name of the ship in which my darling sailed, and that of 1 the captain who commanded her. They [0 are odd names. I wrote them somewhere here," fumbling again at the old wallet; "I have no other clue? God help me! Lilian sailed in this * vessel with the child, but she reached your door alone. Perhaps the little * one died on the passage; perhaps it was delivered to charity; perhaps"? J But his voice failed him, and at the same moment the guttering candle n went out, leaving the garret in darkness. Llspenard put the old wallet in his own pocket, rose up from the side of the sick man and groped his way ^ out of the attic. In a few minutes he was back again, ' and his servant with him. While Abel Llspenard held a lamp, which he e" had borrowed from a room below, the ' coachman tlung a warm carriage robe * about Gustave Laurent, raised him in ^ his arms and bore him carefully down is the foul stairs to Lispenard's waiting 16 carriage. He placed him on the soft e cushions. The dwarf followed, bearing 11 the violin. "Drive to St. Margaret's," ordered 'r Lispenard, and away went the blooded >r horses, out of the North End street toward the better portion of the city. l" "St. Margaret's was a home for inn' eurables, founded by Lispenard hh'n self and supported entirely by his n bounty. A noble charity, philanthropists called it. Inside its walls Lispens ard was reverenced, almost adored. There, at least, his personal deformity awakened no fear, no aversion. To the grateful inmates of St. Margaret's, ie he was an angel of life. The carriage drove into a retired ^ street and stopped before a big, sub'e stantial building, up the steps of which r> Gustave Laurent was carried, and given to the care of the matron. 'e Lispenard went into a handsome rest ception-room to wait. After a while an attendant came to the door and made a signal. Lispenard hurried to tlie warm, bright, luxurious chamber 1 which had been assigned to Lilian's husband. e, He found the man against whom he to had, in past times, breathed so many at vows of vengeance, resting in a great, is sleepy hollow of a chair, his violin to across his knees. He had been fed ar with soup and wine and warmed and 'd comforted. The tense lines of his face id seemed to have relaxed somewhat, hut it he still looked as though death had m smitten him. As Llspenard appeared, he slipped out of the deep chair, ant] In a transport of gratitude, fell on hi knees before the dwarf. "For God's sake, do not kneel t< me!" cried Llspenard, lifting hln quickly and putting him back in th sleepy hollow. "Now listen. Yoi shall never want for anything again In this place you will have traine< nui-ses, the best medical attendance and it shall be my care to see that you eveiy wish is gratified. My old ange aga.nst you is dead. I am now you friend, your brother. Would to heav en that you had sent for me before!" "The child! the child!" gasped Gus tave Laurent; "how shall we discove the fate of Lilian's child?" "Leave that to me," said Lispenard "I must have time to think, and yot are too weak to agitate yourself fur ther." "Look inside the wallet," pleadet Laurent: "read the names of the shlj and the captain?they may be knowr to you." Lispenard obeyed, then shook hi! head. "No, I never heard of either. B< calm. Your child, if it still lives, is Lilian's heir. Trust the whole mattei to me. Tomorrow I will come to yoi again." He left Laurent sobbing like a woman, and drove away from St. Margaret's. As the carriage turned into Washington street and approached the vicinity of the theatres, a Jam of can and vehicles brought the horses to e walk. An elegant coupe passed, ther halted abruptly; light fingers tappec the glass door and beckoned, imperiously. Lispenard knew that he was recognized. With becoming resigna tlon he alighted from his own vehicle and paused on the curbstone, against which the coupe had stopped. "Oh, I am so glad?so glad to see yov again;" cried Nina Berkely, extending a little, trembling hand. She sat inside the carriage, with 8 cloak of silver fox-fur covering hei magnificent evening dress, a great light flaming in her brunette face, her eyes dewy, her lips quivering eloquently. "Surely, Mr. Llspenard, you are coming to town this winter?" she faltered; "we miss you very, very much." "No," he answered; "I shall remain at the Dale." "Shut up. like an owl, In your tower' Fie! Society seems very dull just now?hollow, insufficient. Come back to us! Can nothing lure you front your retreat?" Here was a woman who had loved him long and hopelessly, one to whom his deformity was beauty?a woman who was constantly beseeching his attention, his pity. She was young handsome, well-bred. Could he askoi hope for more than this? She loved him for himself alone, not for his money or position. He had only to hold out his hand, and she was ready tc enter into his lonely, loveless life, and enrich It with her womanly grace and tenderness. And knowing all this Abel Llspenard stood there In the lighted street, and, looking straight Ir her dewy, imploring eyes, answered with pitiless coldness: "No, nothing." "Oh, I know what it is that keeps you at the Dale, Abel Lispenard," she half sobbed, in a voice full of jealous passion; "it is that girl Mignon!" "(lood-night, Miss Berkely," said Lispenard, lifting his hat. Then he climbed to his own carriage, gave the order to drive on, and, sinking back among the cushions, covered his face with his hands. The coachman drove back to the Dale. His dogs, at least, were thereto bark loving welcome. Before entering the tower, Lispenard stood undei the gloomy evening sky, and looked t? aa o (lovntPf ttUIUSa IU X ivnift n wuu, ao u. turns to give a last'look of deep homage to the shrine of his worship. Then he went into the house. Lispenard had been greatly agitatec in the last few hours. Now the solitary silence of his drawing-room oppressed him heavily. The log fire snapping, under the oak mantel, shorn on the placques of Kashee ware, anc the vases wrought in open designs ol brass that filled a niche in the oak. Lispenard sat down with his feet Ir a Kurdistan rug. and his great shoulders outlined against a splendid piece of Florentine embroidery that waj carelessly flung upon the carved bacl of his chair. He looked pale anc worn and unspeakably dejected. Ever his grand piano could not charm hlrr tonight. "I know what is keeping you at the Dale: it is that girl Mignon!" Nina Berkely's jealous words stil sounded in his ears, and sent the block plunging In great painful throb; through his heart. Alas! his miserable secret was not his own. To be neai her. to breathe the same air that she breathed, to look at the spot where she dwelt, to catch far-off glimpses of hei across the intervening river, ever though he no longer dared to trus himself in her presence, others beside himself knew that these things nov constituted the sum total of Abel Lis. penard's earthly happiness. A French clock on the mantel tick ed the moments away. A burnet brand fell, with a thud, to the hearth As he sat in deep thought, with gaze fixed e?n the fire, a velvet portiere near him was pushed suddenly back and there, on his threshold?could hi believe his own eyes?like a bird blowr in by some fierce tempest, stood Mig ne>n herself, colorless as if in grea distress, yellow hair in disorder, browi eyes filled with terror and dismay Yes, Mignon there, at that hour, ant all alone! Lispenard started to his feet. Ai involuntary cry broke from his lips. "You!" She came straight Into the room I breathless as a hunted creature. "Oh. Mr. Lispenard, save me!" sir implored. It was not a time for many words He drew her down to a seat. "Try to tell me what has happened? he said. She told him. looking the while fear fully over her shoulder, as though sh expected to see her unworthy kinsmai following in pursuit. "To whom could I come but you? shivered the fugitive. "They are afraii of you: you have power over them you can hold them at bay. and yoi are good and noble. Aunt Elinor es teemed and trusted you above al men." She made a pitiful attempt t smile. "Could any one be in a wors plight? I have no friends, no refug* I, and sooner than return to Rookwt>od, s I will leap into the river!" She had cast herself upon his pro-, o tectlon. He leaned silently against the ri oak mantel. A terrible temptation e assailed the man. His great chest J heaved to the mad throbs of his heart, t. Ho turned and looked at her In her 3 maddening young beauty. !, "I can save you from your kindred, r Mignon; I can legally protect you,but r only in one way," he said, r "And that?" wildly. "Is?marriage. Your uncle claims you as his ward. He has not gone so - far but that the news of your flight r I will overtake him, and bring him lm-j I mediately back to Rook wood. It is Imilto (mo?thflv four mo over there. i and. In one sense, I have them in my - power. Take my name. MIgnon?become my wife! In no other way can I I shelter you here?surely you see this > yourself?in no other way can I baffle 1 your enemies." He expected her to shrink in terror; i but she did nothing of the kind. ^ He was trembling through all his strong, i misshapen body, but she sat white and j still as a marble creature. Only her r brown eyes assumed a curious, woni dering look. There was a moment of silence; then she arose, tall and beau tiful, on the Kurdistan rug. "You ask me to become your wife?" she said, calmly. "Yes; immediately?this very night ?this very hour! There is not a mo3 ment to lose!" J l "Very well," answered Mignon Vye, i "I will marry you, Mr. Lispenard. ht I any time!" (To Be Continued). 3 I Ittisrcllanmis grading. , HOW FEAR WON A BATTLE. Instance in Which a Strong Party Was l Scared Into Retreat. Here messenger after messenger art rived, breathlessly reporting that at i the celebrated canyon, the Pecos Pass, fifteen miles from Santa Fe, Governor . Armijo was preparing to make his stand, his position being almost impregnable, and this time the report i was correct, says a writer in the Met rupuiiian mugiixiut; in uii aiuwic v?. ' the Mexican war. On the 16th Armljo t had marched out of the city and had : taken up his position upon an eminence i commanding the defile forty feet wide through which lay the road to Santa I Fe. To dislodge him from such a poi sition would have been a well-nigh i Impossible task. But what force could . not have brought about save with the , utmost difficulty, the terror of the - American arms accomplished without I a shot. Governor Armljo, having cail. ed a council of war to decide upon the I best method of meeting the Amer, cans when they should advance Iron 1 San Miguel, his chief officers took I council of their fears and, deferring t<}[ , his own. advised against any attempt . at defense. Accordingly the 4,000 Mexi lean soldiers marched out of the abatis, which had been constructed with so much labor, and dragging their six pieces of artillery behind them, pro5 ceeded, at no dignified pace, toward > Chihuahua. Early on the morning of i August 18 the American army reached the defile, now quiet and deserted. I "On seeing the great advantage we > should have had to fight against," . writes Frank Edwards, "we could only : look at each other with a stare ex. presslve of 'we are well out of it.' Five hundred resolute men could have 5 defended the pass against twice our , force." But as it was, the American . army marched through as travelers following a dusty road, and on the I evening of August 18 we fired a salute . of eighteen guns over the city of San. ta Fe," thus giving the volunteers their first smell of powder after a triumphal march of fifty days in which almost I 1,000 miles of wilderness had been tra . versed. Without striking a blow they . had conquered a province which con? tained some 80,000 square miles and ; boasted a population of about 100,000 I souls. Metropolitan Tower. i There can be little doubt that this . studendous marble shaft, when comi pleted, will be an object of decided , architectural grandeur and beauty. L Its heavenward lift is such that full I one-half of its bulk will rise absolutely t clear even of the cornice line of New , York city's loftiest building; and long before the traveler is within sight of > the city itself he will be able to recognize the blue-white forms of ,the tow-1 1 er in the far distance. So tall will It I be that, even after the sun has set and 3 the shadows of evening have fallen ; upon the streets below the summit of p the tower will be crimsoned with the > rays of the sun that has already set ? behind the distant Orange mountains, r For it is a fact that the highest point ! of the tower will overtop the highest t point of the Montclalr hills, which, } according to the Geological survey r map, is lower than the Metropolitan . tower by about thirty feet. The view from the upper floors will . be simply superb. The most lofty j rentable offices will be those of the forty-first story, whose floor will be * 526 feef above the side walk. From 3 this elevation Manhattan island will resolve itself into its streets, blocks e and individual buildings with the dls1 tinctness and detail of a map. InsIaasI nmnHnollv Vl O ti'hnlo C\f HrPfltPr t New York will, on a clear day, be dlscernlble in the separate details of Its . topography, and the leading features ] of it streets and buildings. Those who have visited the Washington monuI ment will understand how great will be the elevation of these office floors when it Is stated that the windows of , the forty-first story will be at the same ' elevation as the lookout, windows at the top of the monument.?Scientific e American. i. i-jT One of the disadvantages of modern shoe-making machinery is that the " peg won't fit itself into the hole, says the Boston Herald. Time was, accord ing to Mayor E. E. Brown of Marlboro, e when it was much more accommodatn ing. "One day," he recently informed the Boot and Shoe club, "my father, a " pioneer in the business, hit the peg d and it flew up. What happened? ; Probably you won't believe me, but it's II a fact all the same. The peg hit the - ceiling, came down exactly into the II hole and was driven in. But, you o know," added Mayor Brown, with a it smile, "we don't peg shoes that way >, nowadays." VIRGINIA AND VIRGINIANS . T Impressions of a Visitor to James- " town. gt , in RICHMOND AND WASHINGTON SIGHTS a Exposition Affords a Liberal Educa- ni tion ? Historic Battlefields Recall ei Scenes of Heroism?Farms are Fa- aa miliar Except for Absence of Cot- t|) ton. r| VacIti'IIIa rnnnlror I M *T I 111CII 1WI IIIC l wi n y iiic uiiv|u 11 I will endeavor to write a short lb sketch of my recent trip to Virginia ,e In a style so simple, so matter-of-fact br and natural as to make It of some In- Kr terest to those of my friends who have w' not yet had the pleasure of a similar so experience. ^e' My brother and I left Yorkvllle, July te 29th at 3.30 p. m.. via Blacksburg, en- 8b route for the Jamestown exposition. stl After an all night run we reached cu Richmond, (that grand old historic ,t<: city of which we will speak more fully later on), after 6 o'clock a. m. tb After breakfast we boarded the C. etl & O. train for Newport News and co made the run of elghty-flve miles In co one hour and thirty minutes, Includ- en Ing one stop at Williamsburg. We mi were agreeably surprised with New- ac port News. We had thought It a small be place, but were told that it contains j 24,000 people. se After getting dinner- at Newport tb News we boarded a pretty boat, the co "General Lee," and crossed the bay mi (from five to seven miles wide) to the exposition, went In and spent the even- s,< Ing, after which we recrossed the bay ea and spent the night at Newport News. e(* Next morning we again went over by tb boat, entered the exposition grounds be and spent the day In sight-seeing. tb The exposition is a great, big, clean 01 show, the shortest description of which ar would fill every column of The Enqui- ^ rer. So I will not attempt anything so se Impracticable. The South Carolina ^ exhibit Is just splendid and will make every true South Carolinian swell with pride. The government exhibits alone de are well worth the expenses of the trip. re, And just here I'm again seized with ^ [the temptation to give your readers a ac full and complete description of the J exposition. But, no; my better self [has again triumphed. It would not be co fair to The Enquirer to thus monopollze Its space, and It would be most un- m' Just to the exposition management, for, s0 [after reading my graphic, realistic and t"1 comprehensive account of what I saw, the stream of visitors, from York co county, at least, would practically 10 cease, and the revenues thus accru- 'n Ing to the exposition management be v'! very greatly lessened. No, it would ,n' fnot be right! I've won a victory and feel better. 'ni We called at the headquarters of the 1st South Carolina regiment and received, of course, a heajrty welcome from the highest officer in command down to the lowest officer for, be It understood, that as far as the York company Is concerned, no privates are ws to be found. All are officers. so We accented an invitation from the I,r | soldier boys to spend the night with "I them and were the recipients of every * courtesy and kindness imaginable, all of which, we assure them, were fully A appreciated. In this connection, one of the most pleasant experiences was the meeting of a number of Chester county boys? lt( some of them relatives and others old an school mates. Such experiences con- R1 stltute, indeed, an oasis as it were, in the desert of memory. As I received ch the warm, sincere hand-clasps of the er boys with whom I was so intimately er associated as class-mates and playmates, not In college, but in the "old co field" school?the log school house? ft*' yea, the old "McDanield" school house, I forgot for the time the inter- ed vening years between then and now, Ui with their blighted hopes, their unre- ta warded labors, disappointments and wl sorrows and realized that "behind the so clouds Is the sun still shining." The til older I grow the more I appreciate the 8P' dear friends of my younger, happier days! Ja Leaving the exposition we returned all over the Chesapeake and Ohio to Rich- sh mond, thence by private conveyance ta to the home of our brother-in-law, Mr. ca Jno. McMillan, where we felt?blessed ty words?at home. m Some observations on the country? m that part of it on the east side of the he James river: st The country is either gently rolling or perfectly level. The tillable land is to free from rocks, much of it is chocolate in color, and makes fine crops of If corn, wheat, oats and all kinds of <*a grasses. f" There Is one thing here that may w b?? considered a curse or a blessing, just as you happen to view it?Bermu- m da grass. It covers the country like es a carpet. It makes a fine pasture for b? cattle and hogs. However, it forms a a serious Impediment to the cultivation bp of crops. It cannot be destroyed by bs cultivation, but can be smothered out "i by clover and pease. On the contrary HI some say that it cannot be destroyed? that If you gather It and burn it and c'( save the ashes and run lye and make Pr soap and use the soap in washing your hands, and throw the water out in the 'n yard, it will come up as thick as the H hair on a shepherd dog! it seems * strange to be in a section of country S' where not a stalk of cotton Is to be seen. ^ Virginia roads are the finest in the ct world. They have here inexhaustible er beds of round, smooth, hard gravel, With this they have macadamized hi their roads, which are raised in the a' center and slope gently to the ditches. c< Rain has no effect upon these roads unless it be to make them better. You al can just get upon one of these roads er and trot all day long. The people here Ci pay a road tax of one mill. Very op- th pressive, isn't it? Why in the name sc of common sense any people will be tt content to travel over holes, rocks, es roots and gullies, wearing out their ti vehicles, killing their stock and sin- qi ning their souls, rather than pay a cl small tax and have good roads, only proves "what (precious) fools we inor- t< tals be." qi The cedars of Virginia are surpass- ft ingly beautiful. Originally the fences tl of Virginia were made of plank and V were run as straight as a line. These hi rilnnlr ftnppi: hn Vo sriven nlace to wire n |fences. All over the country formilesjcj id mfles, where the plank fences one in the cedar trees have grown up hey stand in perfectly straight row: id grow as high as 50 and 60 feet hey are conical In shape, taperinj adually to the top and terminate a point like a sharpened pencil. The houses are usually built abou quarter of a mile from the publl< ad and an avenue, perfectly straight ir?a frnm thn rrvnH tn thp hmiSfV Or ther side of the avenue, the trunk: i straight as an arrow, the fo!lag< eetlng in the center, grow the beauful cedars. About eight miles fr m Ichmond and one mile from Mr. Median's, is Fort Harrison. Here, or e public road, Is a beautiful conery <1J to 2 acres), Inclosed by ahlgl Ick wall, shaded by beautiful ever een trees and covered as It wer? Ith a green carpet, sleep 800 Unlor Idlers (the majority colored) whe II in the fight at the fort. In the cenr of the cemetery, near the gate mds the keeper's house, a nice storn ructure. The keeper, Mr. Rule, is a ltured gentleman and makes all vis>rs feel entirely welcome. We then visited the fort proper, less an a quarter of a mile from the cemery, and located on the highest polnl mmandlng a view of the surrounding untry for many miles. The fort Is closed by a powerful embankent and Includes from three to flv< res. Inside of this there is a numr of other embankments, constructsomewhat after the style of th? ctions in a molasses evaporator. Ii e besieged were forced to move thej uld retire thropgh the opening tc ake a stand behind the next line, etc jnnlng out from the fort on elthei le are to be seen miles and miles ol rthworks. which can best be likento a big railroad embankment. Oh e time and labor that must hav< en necessary in the construction ol Is great and extensive earthworks >d knows the men who built thenr id who fought behind them bellevec at their cause was Just. One car e here why It took so long: for th< iderals to reach Richmond. I'm told that at the battle of Fori irrison the colored troops were orred to march up a ridge to the fort nked by the Federal troops. As c suit the negroes were cut down llk< e ripe wheat before the reaper. This counts, in part at least, for the wel led cemetery near Fort Harrison le eminence around the fort is now vered with trees, obscuring the view the surrounding country. I hop< y imperfect description may interesl me old soldier who was an actor ir e terrible drama. A history of Richmond in the mosi ndensed form would make a book 01 0 pages. A grand, historic, old city habited by a noble people. We flrsi sited the capitol?a splendid builds', beautifully situated. We viewed the monuments of Washgton (60 feet high, cost $260,000), o: >e, of Jackson, of Stuart, of Clay, o: P. Hill and others. A word about the squirrels in th< ipitol Square. There are great numrs of them. "They are fed each da] a convict, who gives them cracke< llnuts and hickory nuts.-" They an tame as to suggest the beautlfu les of Burns on plowing up a mouse m truly sorry man's dominion, las broken nature's social union, ind justifies that ill opinion whicl makes thee startle it me, thy poor earth-born compan ion md fellow mortal." The city hall is just across the Cap >1 Square, and is a most imposing id beautiful structure. It Is built o chmond granite and cost $1,500,000 Of course we visited St. John'i urch, wherein Patrick Henry dellved his famous speech, "Give me lib ty or give me death." We visited "Oakwood Cemetery,' ntalning the graves of 16,000 Con derate soldiers. Hollywood cemetery Is not exceed In beauty by any other In th< nlon. Its natural growth of holl] kes away any look of gloom even ii Inter. Twelve thousand Confederati liners ure uuneu mere, nem a. ucau 'ul monument of natural Virginii anlte ninety feet high. We visited the graves of President! mes Monroe and John Tyler. W< so visited the "Davis section," when jeps the famous Confederate chief in and wife and daughter. No ide* n be conveyed on paper of the beau of Richmond cemeteries. The] ust be seen. We must leave Rich nnd. We could write for hours an< >urs in our imperfect way and thi ory would not be half told. Later we decided to visit Washing n and went over the Richmond -ederlcksburg and Potomac railroad was our first visit to the nationa pitai. We expected to find a beauti 1 city and we were not disappointed e first visited the Washington mon nent. The view from the top of th< onument, 500 feet from the earth, ii ceedingly fine. The beautiful cit] rneath you looks like a map. You ge bird's-eye view of the city. Th< autiful Potomac looks like a silve: ind. Men and women look like Gul . er's pigmies. A train of cars look! ce a child's toy train. We next vis :>d the White House. The house ii osed pending some repairs. Th< esident is away at Oyster Bay. There is nothing majestic or Impos g about the exterior of the Whit* ouse. It is a splendid edifice, how er, and the location is good and th< ounds are exceptionally fine. We next visited the national Capitol 'e were (like all visitors) taken h targe by a guide, who showed us ev ything and explained everything fron liar to dome, giving us a complet story of the magnificent structur id everything in it from incipiency t< 'mpletlon. I'm not sure that I remember quit I that was told me. Of course ev ything connected with the nationa apltol (and everything else owned b; ie government) is done on a glganti ale. I believe that it is claimed tha ie United States Capitol is the larg it and finest building of its kind 01 ie face of the earth. Not having beei ulte around I'll have to accept thl aim at its face value for the present What are the most beautiful thing i be seen in Washington? That Is i uestlon about which people will dif r. In my humble opinion, howevei ie nitist beautiful things to be seen it Washington are her magnificent! pautlful parks; cool, shady, quiet istful, covered with nature's lovelies irpet of living green in contrast wltl ? the sweetest flowers, and Intersperse i. with the finest walks and clear, spark s ling fountains, with convenient seat . to tempt the tired way-farer to sto c and rest, all combine to form a plctur ? so enchantingly beautiful, so satisfy ing as to suggest the glories of th f finrden nf Men I Do you remember the story whic , Mark Twain said he had heard abou 1 400 times: That when Mahomet cam 3 In sight of Damascus?the oasis In th i desert?he halted and declared that a man could enter but one paradise, h i preferred to enter the one above. 1 the prophet had stood upon the pres i ent site of th'e United States Capltc and gazed over In the direction of th t White House, then, In my mind, th transition from legend to truth woul f be most easy and natural. i At 7 a. m., on the 9th, we left Rich mond for home. Just before reachlm Salisbury, N. C., we got our firs , glimpse of cotton and It was a wel ! come sight. The further we came th i prettier grew the country, the bette the crops appeared. We had a nlc trip, but were glad to get back. i W. S. Gordon. ' ROYALTY'S OLD CLOTHES. ' Stockings, Old Shoes and Gowns Hav Ready Sale Among Americans. s According to a Sixth avenue deale In curios and antiques, says the' Her aid, New York society women hav ! developed still another fad to emplo f their leisure moments and their pi r money. It Is no less than making > collection of old clothes. Of course, the clothes must hav f some historic value, and have bee f worn by royal or other famous person ages. "I have a customer," said the deale "who occupies a prominent position 1 f New York social circles, who has com missioned me to buy all the cast-o: > corsets of famous women I can find. 1 have an agent In Europe constantl 1 on the lookout for them, and ever J month or two he sends me over an ad dition to the collection, t "She Is also making a collection c - old shoes and slippers once worn b celebrities, and other ladies buy froi i me all kinds of old clothes with inter 5 est attached to them. ' "The lady who Is making the corse 1 collection has already gathered a va rled and valuable lot of them. In he f collection she has a pair once owne r. by Queen Alexandra; an exqulslt i Viennese corset of the late empress t I Austria, measuring, although stretche i by wear, barely sixteen inches aroun the waist; one of the queen of Ital: of white satin ornamented by beautl ful lace, and a short pair of silk one once worn by the empress of Russii "Of the corsets of celebrities she ha not a few examples. A leather corse of Charlotte Corday's Is a notable ex ample, one of Marie Antolne' ?e's? mass of whalebone and steel, with waist measurement of about sever teen and one-half inches; one of all brocade, belonging to a famous oper dancer of the 60s whose name I forgt for the moment, was originally sew with jewels, and, I was told, cost $1,25' and a corset ascribed to Catherine d I Vint npnhohlv hfilnnclntr to or * iHCUlUi, I/Ul jyivuuwt/ ...0 _ : of her court ladies, is strengthened b a positive network of steel, and mui have been a torture to wear. They di 1 tight-lacing in those days, the waist < . this corset being less than fourtee Inches. "Of the numerous pairs of shoes I . my client's collection, none are moi r valued than a pair once worn by Quee f Victoria when a girl. There is also . single shoe belonging to Ill-fate 3 Mary, Queen of Scots, In a rath< . rough leather, which must have orlg . inally been scarlet. "A shoe belonging to the Empret Eugenie, picked up In the Tullerles, al . ter her flight from Paris, is of blac glace kid, with a beautiful gold past . buckle, and worked in gold thread o s the toes. One of Mme. Rachel's shcx / Is also in the collection, -the size < i which shows that the famous actres a did not possess very elegant feet. "A pair of white satin slippers b< ! longing to Mme. Pompadour are als of considerable size, and much won 3 though probably by some one else tha a their original owner. Many of thef a Items are properly authenticated, as . also a pair of shoes belonging t x Booth, the famous actor; one shoe < . Washington and a pair once worn b Y Garrick. "Garters are also favorite articles fc j collection. Another New York lad a has a fine collection of these. In are a beautiful pair belonging to th . late queen of Italy, a pair of the quee lt of Holland, a ribbon garter said to hav I. belonged to Nell Gwynne, a pair of th 1 queen of Servia's, with mottoes; a sin . gle garter once belonging to a Geoi I, gian Prince of Wales, a pair whlc . once were worn by Taglloni, a pair < ? blue silk ones once belonging to s Spanish royalty, almost sufficient! Y large to go around a slender woman ' ' 1 I?llp tril'An h t waisi, ana U very uauuj o>>? ? a European prince to a Spanish danc r ing girl well known In Paris a fe' . years ago. 3 "The stockings of royalty are also I . good demand. One lady, who ha 3 spent nearly $1,500 with me on then 9 has some pairs of nearly every Eurc pean royalty In her collection, and als . by way of contrast, I suppose, seven e pairs belonging to notorious criminal . The 'fish-net' hose of one of the moi p. popular of English princesses are real ly exquisite creations, and I can quit I. believe that they cost $25 per pa when new. One continental royal! . evidently believes In yellow as ^ lucky color, for she has yellow hos e and some with black feet." e . 0 The fastest elevators run at speed equal to about seventeen mll< P an hour. tS The Gordons are said to have tt 1 right to all eternity to supply wine I y the royal house of Spain, says th c London Chronicle. This family hf t been in Spain as wine growers moi *AA - wuuH11 nu. - tnan iuu years, itiumusu nmj o-... n the ancestral estate of "Wardhouse, I i Aberdeenshire. They have contract* s aristocratic marriages and the presei t. representative of the family, Rafa s Gordon, who lives in Madrid, hf a named his first born after King Alfor - so. while his mother, the Countess ( \ Mirasol, is lady-in-waiting to Que* n Christiana. King Alfonso, who visit* y Mr. Gordon's aunt during his stay 1 t, the north, did not hesitate to play tl it part of wine merchant himself ! Ii praising the virtues of sherry. d ULU i in i/Hns. 8 Variety of Uses to Which They Are ^ Put In Alaska. While there Is but one camp In e Alaska's 600,000 square miles designated on the map Tin City?because of h Its location in the tin producing dlsit trlct?there is scarcely a settlement e that has not more obvious claim to e the name, so tangible a part does tin a play in the warp and woof of the e northland. But It Is not of the tin that f goes to waste on the surface of Amer - lea's northerly possession, nor the tin >1 that mining, experts tell us lies In une told quantities In the region of York e and Cape Prince of Wales I would sing d but rather of the humblest guise this useful, prosaic of metals la wont to as. sume in the Arctic?the tin can! Far g more tin in the form of receptacles for it preserved foods, illuminating, lubricat. ing and fuel oils has been brought into e Alaska than has yet been taken out r of its mines. Wherever in Alaska the e Intrepid white man ventures the tin can keeps pace. What the earthern Jar is to the water carrier of fair Capri, the Ave gallon Standard Oil tin Is to the water vender of Nome. Fresh water Is one e of Seward Peninsula's scarcest commodities. For drinking and all domes,r tic use water is piped in summer .. across four or more miles of tundra ine to Nome from Moonlight Springs, y which bubble pure and sparkling all n the year around, In defiance of Jack a Frost, out of the heart of a neighboring mountain. At a suddIv station in e the camp venders All their carts dally n and deliver the fluid from door to door. _ The water wagons of Nome are one of this most northerly seaport's plcturr esque features. In summer there are n two-wheeled carts with a sheet Iron cyllndr swaying on an axle. A trough X runs on either side, In which stand I shining rows of Ave gallon tin cans. y The driver's seat projects from the left y side, and as the cart Jogs along like . an Irishman's Jaunting car the driver's effort to hold on suggests a side-saddle ,f equestrian at the mercy of a hard troty ter. Where formerly water retailed at n the uniform price of $1 for twelve .. buckets, the five gallon tin can at two bits, or 25 cents, is the standard meaa!t ure of value. No habitation, from Uncle Sam's caricature of a court house or his bamllke official structures on 4 Barrack Square to the humblest mle ner's shack or Eskimo Igloo, Is without the Ave gallon water can. d As roof or house covering the tin can d is equally Invaluable. Many stores and houses are constructed entirely of |. tin oil cans. Impervious to rain or ,8 snow and proof against wind, they L were a godsend when the only other s available material was earth, canvas or tar paper. The originator of the first tin-can house In Seward Penina sula was Colongl Charles Sheaf, the a present superintend^ of construction j L. of the Nome-Arctic railroad. "I was k employed my first Alaskan winter In a the court house," said Colonel Sheaf, recalling the Incident. "Every night, n on my way home, I picked up on the 0, beach or In the tundra one or more le five gallon tin cans and carried them ie to the shack I called home. I beat out y each can to a level, and when I got a jt of a cabin. Lumber was scarce that d winter at $150 a thousand feet. I made )f my cabin frame of driftwood gathered n goodly number I set up the framework fiom the beach. As a woman sews n blocks for a log-cabin quilt, I continue ued to collect cans and tack them on ,n to the frame one at a time. Often a weeks would go by without my finding d a can, and then unexpectedly I would ?r stumble upon half a dozen. That was my busy day and the cabin made rapId strides. I kept at It until the whole is was made doubly water proof by an f. Inside lining of tin can. When my can k house was completed I banked It with te snow and tundra and was as snug as ,n a bug In a rug and the envy of the >s whole camp." The cabin still stands >f and is occupied, but has ceased to be is a novelty, so largely have tin-can houses multiplied. - When paint is available tin-can 10 houses and roofs are thickly coated, n, often giving a refreshing dash of coln or to the bleak landscape. Paint Is no ie longer the luxury It once was in the Is northland, and so hungry for verdant ;o hues are the denizens of Nome's tree)f less waste that all kinds of habltaiy tions are liable to break out in veritable Finnegan colors. The Increased >r use of paint has not tended to decrease iy the tin-can wastage, since It Is In cans It that It reaches the consumer. Despite ie the coming of corrugated Iron sheetn Ing as a building protector (there Is no re fire insurance In the peninsula), us ie costliness debars its general use. Even i- those who have struck "pay" are con - tent to flatten out the discarded cans, h Cut in two the cans are converted >f into all sorts of toilet receptacles, a serving as wash bowls In almost every ly mining camp of the Arctics. Notwlth's standing granite and porcelain ware y are now to be bought in the shops and - many homes possess them, no kitchen, w however, well equipped, is without one or more five gallon tin-cans, atandn Ing on dresser or bench or hanging is outside the door. The Eskimo, with n, the imitatlveness of their Japanese pro - genitors, have not been slow to recog10 nlze their usefulness and the white 11 man's preference for them. In berry s. and fishing seasons they are wont now jt to discard their vessels of wood, seal-. I- skin or walrus hide for the tin cans, :e whose utility they first learned aboard ir American whaling vessels. Indeed, so :y broadcast, so varied is the roie of the a tin can in the northland that no Alase, kan would be surprised should the final discoverer of the North Pole find one dangling from that long-sought pinnaa cle.?Leslie's Weekly. iS ? tar Great Britain owns more land or je North America than the United States, to tv There are few factories of prorate Inence today which do not evidence a is willingness on the part of employers re to avoid physical waste of employees n by instilling the latest labor-saving deIn vices, says a writer in Circle. No .'ong>d er, for instance, does one see the faeit tory girl climbing six or seven flights el of stairs to her work. An electric eieis vator, or an escalator, such as in a l- Massachusetts woolen mill distributes le 2,000 employees to six floors in five ?n minutes, is now the vehicle of her rise, jd Devices for warming and cooling the In air delivered to workrooms by drawing le it over coils of steam pipes in winter In and forcing It through cold water In summer are common.