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^ ^ " ISSUED SEMI-WEEKL^^ l. m. grists sons. publishers, j % Hamilg Ueirspaper: Jor the promotion o)[ the political. Social. Agricultural and (Commercial Interests of the people. {r|,'^oi?ecoft.mvecent*!am* established 1855. " YORKVILLE, S. C.rFMtlDAY.T>OTOBKR^Ori;>OH- NO. 87. I T J 1 Inn-Keeper\ l hi trr.i PART I. At the darkest, and at the same time the most glorious, period of our history, when, the red cross of St. J George glittered in our valleys, and * our half-starved, half-clothed Ameri can soldiery were bravely struggling with foreign foes and traitorous countrymen for their homes and their independence, on a lonely forest road in the state of Connecticut stood an old tavern. Its neighborhood was a bad one?in fact, the whole hamlet around ? it was known to !?e infested with a horde of vlllainou.. Tories who were willing to barter ho <or, friends and liberty for the glittering gold of King George; but, in spite of the evil example of his neighlR ra, no shade of 6 suspicion or guilt lead ever been cast upon the character of Mike Travis, the inn-keeper. He was generally known as a peaceable, harmless man, who favored the American cause and always stood ready to secretly aid its supporters; but, though this opinion [was widely spread, star.ge to say, Mike Travis's Tory neighto~s never offered to molest him in any way. He kept a quiet, orderly house with a well-filled larder, and a m'scelareous collection of spiritual things always to be found in the comfortiil.ie bar-room; so, rebel and Tory sat down to his board, and Mike Travis served both with equal alacrity, and his coffers grew heavy, and he patted his pretty daughter on the head and mattered: "Ye shall have a dowry, Jess?ye shall have a handsome dowry when ye marry George Thornton." But 8wee. Jessie Travis always listened to su>.h promises with + a silent lip and & dark frown on her open brow; and h*r brave, warm heart turned away from Gecige Thornton and his riches to a rallant man who followed a banner ;>f stripes and stars, and fought for Columbia's freedom in * the ranks of Washington. The rain had been falling all day and twilight closed in chill, dark and gloomy. The Travis tavern was an irregular building, of a dark red color, with long, low outhouses and a stable attached. The signboard, on which was painted a mounted huntsman, f creaked mournfully in the night wind, and, with its closed doors and shutters and dull, heavy outlines, the exterior of the old inn presented a weird, comfortless appearance; but within the scene was very different. A blazing, ruddy fire cast light and warmth throughout the large barrooa?, glistened on the sanded floor and neat counters, and threw a rich glow on the shining hair and girlish face of a little housemaid who sat beside the hearth, alone and apparently in deep meditation. Mary Sparks was a pretty girl of ^ twenty, spirited and fearless, and a staunch patriot. She had been in the employ of Travis for six months, and during that time she had learned to hate the worthy inn-keeper most cordially, and to love his charming daugh # ter and his man-ofall work, Jonas White. To this latter personage Miss Mary promised her hand, and of her approaching wedding day she was thinking, as she sat down to rest one moment on the great settle of the barroom. Everything around her was still as the grave. There was not a single guest in the house, to Mary's knowledge, and she was just congratIulating herself upon the thought that few would be likely to trouble the place on that stormy night, when the door Hew open and Mike Travis entered. He cast a hasty glance around the room and said, in an undertone: "Mary, lass, there's no one here but you, eh?" "No, sir," answered Mary, rising. "Very fortunate?very fortunate, indeed!" said the old inn-keeper, rubbing his hand. "I've got a guest here who is not fond of society?has a melancholy mind. Come in, my friend." A tall, stately man, who had been standing in the shadow of the door, ?. stepped forward and advanced into the apartment. He wore a heavy military cloak wrapped round his handsome figure, and a hat which was drawn far over his brow, with the obvious intention of concealing his features as much as possible. "What are you staring at, Molly? What are you looking at him for?" cried Travis, impatiently. "He's a friend of mine?a true American. Come, girl, hurry and bring lights and wine in here." And Travis stumbled hurriedly across the bar-room and entered the dark parlor that adjoined it. Mary obeyed the peremptory command with the utmost dispatch. She rbore a candle into the room and placed on the table glasses and wine; then casting one long, lingering look toward the inn-keeper's companion, she dropped a low curtsey and slowly withdrew. The instant the young girl's feet had passed the threshold of the door Tra vis sprang forward and closed ana bolted it. Then the stranger, with boyish impatience, threw off his cloak and hat, and drawing a chair to the table, sat down opposite the inn-keeper. and said, with an air of relief: "What the deuce do you keep that girl for, Travis? She'll do you some mischief yet. Zounds, man! I wouldn't " meet that piercing look of hers again for an earldom!" "What!" cried Travis, contemptuously. as he filled his glass with the crimson wine. "George Thornton, a comf missioned officer in his majesty's service, afraid of a little rebel lass? Pshaw! the girl is harmless enough." Then, raising his glass, the old inn-keeper said, in a low, cautious tone, "Here's to King George and confusion to the rebels!" "Amen!" answered Thornton, and the next moment both goblets were drained to the very dregs. "And now ^ to business." continued Thornton, and, throwing his glass upon the table, he took from his bosom a canvas bag. and unloosing the string, emptied upon the board a pile of gold coin. The old innkeeper's eyes began to glitter. "This is yours. Travis," said the young Tory. "You have served us HE I s Da ughter l ?[ faithfully for manv a day, and Sir Henry Clinton is always ready to reward his zealous servants in no slow or niggered way." "Ah, ah!" cried Travis, and his fingers closed upon the money with a convulsive clutch. "God bless his lordship?let me count it, Thornton? let me see that there is no mistake!" With his lean, withered figure trembling with excitement and his green, evil eyes wide-opened, he laid each gold piece down upon the board and gazed upon it with grim delight Thornton leaned back in his chair ana watcnea ms companion in sneni contempt, and when the old miser had secured the gold In his capacious pock- J et, the youth impatiently said: "Well, old cormorant, are you satisfied?" "Yes, iny "joy, all right?good Clinton ?bless him?gave me a crown more'n I expected?clever man?he! he!" "Speak lower!" said Thornton. "What in the name of madness are you raising all this row about? Walls have ears, old villain, and if that pretty rebel in the barroom happens to hear you, she'll bring some of Old Put's sharp-shooters into your hive before you can say Jack Robinson." Travis started nervously in his seat and looked around with an air of absolute terror. Thornton laughed a low, scornful laugh, and continued: "Oh, you're safe, as yet, old fellow; and now what of the girl?" "She won't have you, Thornton, and that's the end of it!" answered Mike. An angry frown gathered on the brow of the youth, and his eye glistened with a wild, menacing light. "No, I swear that is not the end of it!" he cried, fiercely. "Mike Travis, you have promised her to me, and when you break faith with George Thornton 'twill be a sore day for yoii!" "Well, well, George," said the innkeeper, soothingly, "Jessie shall marry you?I always intended it, but of course you can't expect me to control the girl's fancy and I greatly fear she has been dreaming of Hartley Campbell again." Thornton's dark cheek reddened. The cursed rebel!" he cried, as he brought his clenched hand heavily down upon the table. "Travis, I hate that man?we have been foes from boyhood, and sooner than see her the wife of Hartley Campbell, I would murder Jessie with my own hand!" "Hush!?hark!" said the inn-keeper, starting up. "I hear the sound of horses' hoofs?some one is outside, and you must not be seen here." Thornton bounded from his chair and snatched up his hat and cloak, while Travis opened with a trembling hand the door of an Immense closet at the opposite end of the room and thrust the Tory officer into it without further ceremony. A deep, manly voice was heard in the barroom. Mike unbolted the parlor door and looked out. Near the ruddy fire stood a young man of singularly prepossessing appearance. He was tall, stately and graceful, and there was a dashing military air in his every movement which betrayed the soldier at once. For one moment Mike Travis stood gazing upon the young traveler with a look of blank dismay; then his face resumed its usual expression of stolid calmness, and, walking into the barroom. the old hypocrite advanced toward his guest and shook him cordially by the hand. "Hartley Campbell, my dear boy, what a. pleasure!" exclaimed Travis. "Pray be seated. I little expected to see you here this stormy night?so far from the American army, too. Dear me! Captain, the good cause don't prosper much of late. Our Connecticut privateers captured some of Clinton's military stores and now Governor Tyron has come upon us with his Hes[ sians and plundered New Haven and I burned Norwalk and Fairfield. Prevost is conquering the south, too, I hear?what do the patriots think now?" "We are hopeful still," answered Campbell, "hopeful and fearless, Travis and, please God, it shall be so to the end! If the Stars and Stripes must fall, it will be when the last sword among us is broken and the last brave heart has ceased to beat. I am here because my horse failed me and fell at your door from sheer exhaustion. Though you appear to be in ignorance of the fact. General Putnam is encamped some ten miles from here, and I am the bearer of dispatches to him; so. saddle your best herse, friend Travis. for I must proceed on my way again without a moment's unnecessary delay." "Bless you, captain! There ain't a horse in my stables," said Travis. "You will have to wait till morning sartln!" A look of disappointment and chagrin swept over Campbell's face and he asked, in a troubled tone. "Cannot you procure a horse of some of your neighbors? I must reach the camp tonight?come what will." "Don't keep no horses round here," said the inn-keeper, and he poked the fire desperately. "You can't go tonight, Hartley?that's out or tne question. Campbell leaned back In his seat. Inwardly cursing his ill-luck and striving to conjure up some plan by which he might safely reach his destination; but no such plan presented itself to his mind, and in the mean time Mary and Travis both disappeared quietly from the room, leaving the young patriot to his forlorn meditations. Campbell arose and. walking to the window, gazed out into the darkness. "Hartley!" said a soft, sweet voice. He turned quietly and saw beside him a young girl, with laughing eyes, blue and clear as the summer sky, and lips like the petals of a wild red rose. "Jessie, dear Jessie!" cried Campbell, and the next moment the fair visitor was folded t<? his gallant heart. "My own darling, thank God. I see you v<m again!" A pair of soft, white arms crept over his shoulder, and she looked up with a sunny smile and said: "You have won new laurels since we parted and they tell me Lleutenanl Campbell is now a captain. Dear Hartley, your little Jessie is very proud oi you." A quick tread and a low, mocking laugh resounded close behind the young lovers. Jessie screamed and Captain Campbell turning about, found himself confronted by George Thornton. "Hartley Campbell, you're a rebellious rascal!" hissed the Tory. "And you, George Thornton, are a traitorous scoundrel!" "How came you here?" demanded Thornton. "That, sir, is none of your business!" answered Campbell. "Suppose I make it my business!" said Thornton, livid with anger. "Learn it, then, with the point of vAiir aurnrH I" The next instant two keen, bright blades of steel gleamed in the firelight, and crossed with a sharp, quick ring. A wild shriek burst from Jessie Travis, and throwing herself between the combatants, she cried: "Hartley?Thornton?for the love of heaven, stop! Oh, Campbell, for the sake of your country?for my sake, put up your sword! Father, father!" "Hallo! what's the matter here?" cried the old inn-keeper, bursting into the room, pale and frightened. "Gentlemen, I'm ashamed of you?fighting in my house, and in the presence of my daughter! Come, sirs, stop this?I'll have no cutting-of throats here!" "Travis," said Campbell, as his adversary drew back, "I am astonished that you?a friend of freedom, can tolerate for a moment the company of such an arch traitor as George Thornton. His presence beneath your roof will involve you in difficulties.' "What! what!" cried Mike, thoroughly alarmed. "Must I be held accountable for the actions of everybody that comes into my house? George Thornton, you're a scamp! Leave my premises?do you hear?" "You shall be obeyed, worthy innkeeper?I trust I understand you," re plied Thornton, and with a sinister smile he sheathed his sword, wrapped his cloak about him and, scowling darkly upon his enemy, passed from the room. "Now," said Mike, with a long-drawn breath, "your chamber is ready for you, Campbell?follow me. George Thornton is a worthless wretch?ought to be hung?all Tories had?look out for the stairs, sir?there?take the candle?good night!" And as the chamber door closed on the young patriot, Mike turned about and skipped down stairs with refreshing sprightliness. In the mean time Jessie Travis had retired to her own room, and, throwing herself on her couch, her anxious heart found vent for its fears and terror in a flood of tears. For the first time she began to doubt her father's patriotism. Why was George Thornton there at that hour? Why did her father still persist in urging her to become his wife? Was Hartley Campbell safe in that lonely inn? For more than an hour Jessie lay, tormenting herself with doubts and questions like these, when a light hand was laid upon her shoulder and she started and looked up. There by the bedside stood Mary Sparks, pale and trembling, with a shawl thrown over her head and a dim candle in her hand. "For mercy's sake, what has happened?" cried Jessie, as she sprang to her feet in new alarm. "Hush!" whispered Mary. "I have made a great discovery. Miss Jessie, do you love the young officer who came here tonight? Do you love Hartley Campbell?" "Better than all else on earth!" an swered Jessie, with simple earnestness. "Then come with me," said Mary. "I have something to show you." Without a question?without a word of any kind, Jessie obeyed. From the quiet chamber, down the stairs, and out into the night, she silently followed Mary. They entered a garden walk, Mary all the time carefully shading her candle from the rain, and paused at last by the door of a carriage house connected with the tavern. Mary raised the latch and passed through with Jessie close behind her, and then, lifting a mat which lay carelessly on the floor of the place, she disclosed to Jessie's gaze a large trap door. In perfect silence the wary housemaid passed the candle to her astonished companion, and, bending down, noiselesly raised the trap. A long flight of stairs was disclosed beneath, and, motioning Jessie to follow, the brave girl began to descend. To Jessie's excited mind it seemed an eternity of time before they reached the bottom, and then she found herself confronted by a dark cellar wall. A door opened in it, and directly before her was a small crevice from which the mortar had fallen, and which had been carefully filled up with hay. Mary cautiously removed this obstruction, so that the aperture was visible, and then stepping back, she said in a whisper: "Look!" 'Twas a strange sight that Jessie Travis saw through that cleft in the wall. There was the large, square cellar of the tavern, lined with barrels and boxes, and dimly lighted by a lamp that stood on a small table in the center of the place. Around this table a halfscore of men were gathered, all engaged in emptying bottles and conversing in low but earnest tones. On the side nearly opposite Jessie sat George Thornton, and close beside him was Mike Travis, chuckling maliciously at every word that was uttered by his companions. The remainder of the party was composed of persons who had long been branded as outcasts from the society of all honest men. With a white, horrified face, Jessie looked toward her companion for an explanation of the scene: but, placing her finger on her lips, Mary breathed, rather than spoke; "Listen, if you can, to what they say." ^1 - -4 1 ? ? * ~ i MrtMiVvHwir lr? QTrarii sick ai ncan ana iiciiiumig hi limb, Jessie sought the crevice again, and the first words that met her ear were uttered by her Tory lover: , "We must obtain possession of his dispatches and the rebel dog must die!" said Thornton. "It will be an easy matter to enter his chamber between now and midnight and give him a taste of cold steel. If you hadn't been an old fool, Travis, and interrupted us, I'd have finished him tonight in the barroom." "And ruined me forever," said Travis "If an American officer was openly killed in my house there would be a ( troop of ragged rebels burning it over ; my head in no time. It's far better to silence the youngster quietly, when no one is round to witness the deed." "Tyron will pay us well for it," said one of the band; "but what's to be done if the young rebel escapes while we are here deliberating how to kill ! him?" "No fear of that," answered Travis. "I've set a guard near his door that will look after him Becurely, TH be bound! And now, what weapon shall we use?" "Here's something that will do the Job, I reckon," said another of the party, and he took from his belt a glittering bowie-knife, and laid it on the table. "Death to all rebels, be they high or low, and success to King George and his .armies!" ran hoarsely through the group. Jessie did not stop to hear more; half-maddened with terror, she turned and fled up the stairs, and paused not 1 till she was in the open air again. Mary followed more deliberately, and soon stood beside her mistress as calm and self-possessed as if nothing unusual had transpired. "Great heavens!" cried Jessie, wringing her hands; "they will murder Campbell, and my own traitor father will assist them in the work. Oh, Mary! Mary! what shall I do?" "I have long suspected," said Mary, "that some base thing was going on in this house, and tonight I followed George Thornton, and found my suspicions were true; the mean, sneaking wretches, hiding down cellar to decide how to kill an honest man! There's not a moment to be lost, Miss Jessie; Hartley Campbell must know his danger at once, and we must get Jonas White to help us, or we can't ever do a thing, that's certain!" "But, Mary, will he be faithful?" asked the anxious Jessie. "Yes!" said Mary, laconically. "Then come." Silently and swiftly the two girls hurried toward the stable of the old tavern. The building was dark and gloomy, save a small space in the center of the floor, where a feebly burning lantern stood, and near it on a pile of hay reclined the figure of a man. "Junas: saia wary, in a iuw, iiusueu voice. The man sprang to his feet Instantly. He was awkward and clownish, but he had a pleasant, good-humored facej and merry, honest eyes. "Jerusalem! what do you want here at this time of night?" asked Jonas. "Jonas White, do you love me?" sa'.d Mary. "Sartln!" answered the astonished Jonas. "Then I want you to prove It by obeying my orders," said Mary. "There's an American officer In the Inn and Mike Travis thinks strongly of murdering him; but Miss Jessie and I object to the rascally deed, and you must give us your assistance in putting a stop to It." Honest Jonas White stared at the two girls In horrified amazement. "Come, come," cried Mary, Impatiently; "why don't you speak, you awkward lout? If you ain't willing to help us. say so; but don't flatter yourself that you'll ever marry me after it!" "By gosh! I'm ready?I'll help yer!" said Jonas, recovering his voice at this startling crisis; "jest tell a feller what to do, and I'm your man!" "Good!" said Mary, cheerfully. "I knew you would not fall me, Jonas; and now we must be about our work at To be Continued. THE BEN DAVIS APPLE. Hard, Tasteless, Scentless, Yet a Money Maker For Growers. "About the queerest combination of opposites and unconventionally in the fruit line." said the fruit dealer, "is the Ben Davis apple. ' "It Is big and red and solid and pretty as a picture, but there's no more taste to It than to a doorknob, e no more flavor than a chunk of clay, s no more smell than a piece of Ice. c Yet in some of the apple growing ( districts they raise more Ben Davis 1 apples than any other kind, and s sometimes get as high as $9 a barrel for 'em. Out in the Egypt belt of f Illinois they do, anyhow, and they'll tell you so any time. 1 "Sounds funny to a man who loves < the truth, though, dosen't it? Does, c for a fact, but It's straight. I'll tell J you why. 1 "The Ben Davis apple isn't an eater. 1 It's a cooker. And the crop never c fails. The Ben Davis never rots. And 1 the Ben Davis never freezes. Or if it ' does freeze, it doesn't mind it. "And the Ben Davis apple remains 1 just as solid after cooking as it was c before. It never falls to pieces under * cooking, whether it is whole, halved ' or quartered. "Then having no flavor of its own, c it readily takes any other flavor, and becomes a novelty to the housewife r and fruit canner. Imagine a big whole cooked apple placed before you, and when you taste It finding it to be a luscious peach or juicy pear or apricot or pomegranate or Brazilian caju or anything else but Ben Davis apple that it has suited your wife or your mother or your sweatheart or your Aunt Susan to make it! "That's where the queer Ben Davis apple comes out strong, and metaphorically speaking, knocks the socks off of all other apples, as they will tell you In the Egypt apple belt particularly, where they will also tell you that Chicago and the south-west are dead ?V,?> nan rinvts flnnlp and buv it at any price. "Hut there are Ben Davis apples and Hen Davis apples. They don't come out as strong on these points if not raised on the Egypt apple belt. While , they will keep from picking time till next picking time if you go down into , Egypt and get 'em, if they are denied the favor of Egypt nativity and come 1 on in just ordinary apples, they object to keeping longer than the middle of , next January, frequently not longer i than holiday time, and will freeze just , like any common, everyday apple. "I don't know why. Don't ask me. , Hut that's the Ben Davis apple, as I I have it on the word of the man I buy I of out In Egypt. Illinois. "Yes, I'll have some in next week. Genuine Egypts. Hold you out a couple o* barrels?" The customer said no; he was a spot , buyer, he said, and a quart of plums would be about all to-day. And the L dealer seemed disappointed. i ? . olv " J/* V ff V* .?' ?' /' X WILLIAM GHOSTLY HALLOW-EVEN. V Night When Fairies Hold Great Anniversary. Hollowe'en, a season when those terlal people, the fairies, hold grand tnnlversary, falls this year on Saturlay night next, Oct. 31. It Is the eve >r vigil of All Hallows or All Saints, i festival of the Christian church, Initltuted in 835, and celebrated on <ov. 1, in honor of all the saints in general. Hallowe'en Is associated in the pop-l liar imagination with the prevalence >f supernatural influences, and is frejuently celebrated in meetings of roung people with the performance of various mystical ceremonies. It is hought to be a night when witches, levils and other mischief making leings are all abroad on their baneul midnight errands. I Everywhere today Hallowe'en, or I iallow-even, is looked upon and often J ibserved humorously, as a night of foblins, of jack-o-lanterns, and other! jhostly visitors, when fortunes are i old and the apparitions is the master >f ceremonies. To the peasantry in he west of Scotland the season neans most, and the vigil is faithfully cept. After the party has assembled the irst ceremony of Hallowe'en is puling each a plant of kail. They must fo out hand in hand, with eyes shut, ind pull the first they meet with. Its >eing big or little, straight or crook'd, is prophetic of the size and shape >f the grand object of all their spells ?the husband or wife. If any earth stick to the root that is ortune and the taste of the heart of he stem is Indicative of the natural emper and disposition. The stems ire placed somewhere above the head >f the door, and the Christian names 1 ?- -? "L n ?ioa Kvlnac in. >f the people ivmnii umuvc ... , o the house, are, according to the priority of placing the stems, the lames in question. Some of the other charms that hold ull sway at the Hallowe'en party are he following. Burning the nuts is a famous ;harm. They name the lad and lass :o each particular nut, as they lay hem in the fire, and accordingly as i hey burn quietly together, or start 'rom beside one another, the course tnd issue of the courtship will be. Take a candle and go alone to a ooking glass, eat an apple before it, ombing the hair all the while, and he face of your conjugal companion will be seen in the glass, as if peerng over your shoulder. Steal out unperceived and sow a landful of hemp seed, harrowing it .vith anything you can conveniently Iraw after you. Repeat now and hen: "Hemp seed, I sow thee, hemp - J'- * y< ' I rf';/;' ' JF:''*.!? ,&. +?' }r-fL ' /MJ*v' " *' *'* ' . \jr:' - /I JENNINGS seed I sow thee, and him (or her) that is to be my true love come after me and sow thee." Look over your left shoulder and you will see the appearance of the person invoked, In the attitude of pulling hemp. Go to the barn alone and unperceived, open both doors, taking them off the hinges if possible, for there is danger that the being about to appear will shut the doors and do you some mischief. Then take a pitchfork and go through all the attitudes of throwing down corn against the wind. Repeat it three times and the third time an apparition will pass through the barn, in at the windy door and out at the other, having both the figure in question and the appearance or retinue marking the employment or station in life. Take three dishes. Put clear water in one. foul in another and leave the third empty. Blindfold a person and lead him to the hearth where the dishes are arranged; he (or she) dips the left hand. If the hand be placed in the clean water the future husband or wife will come to the bar of matrimony a maid, if the foul, a widow; if In the empty dish it foretells with equal certainty no marriage at all. It is repeated three times and each time the arrangement of the dishes is changed. Go out in a party to a south running spring or rivulet and dip the left shirt sleeve. Go to bed in sight of a Are and hang the wet sleeve before it to dry. Lie awake, and somewhere about midnight an apparition, having the exact figure of the grand object in question, will come and turn the sleeve as if to dry the other side. Take an opportunity of going alone and unnoticed to a corn stack and fathom it three times round. The last fathom at the last time you will catch in your arms the appearance of your future conjugal yoke fellow. Hallowe'en is a night of myths and superstitions, but an occasion looked forward to and enjoyed by the young people of every clime. Japanese Diet. "Japanese dishes fail to satisfy American cravings," says General Philip Reade in a letter to the Army and Navy Journal. "Imagine a diet without milk, bread, butter, jam, coffee, salad or any sufficient quantity of nicely cooked vegetables, without pudding, stewed fruit, and with comparatively little fresh fruit. The European vegetarian will find as much difficulty in making anything out of it as the or? A -* * Iaww main dinary meai eaier. s\ivng wo railroad artery neat little boxes of Japanese food (bento) are offered for sale at the principal stations at a cost of 7J cents; also pots of tea, Including teapot and earthen teacup, for 2 cents. The bento may contain, in neat separate compartments, prawn fish, chicken, rice, preserved ginger, johnnycake, omelette, a broiled mushroom, sweet pickle, tripe, a slice of cooked chestnut, licorice, etc. The bento Is inviting to the eye, is garnished in green, is neatly wrapped and the contents varied as the resources of the locality admit." t? J ! xj A m0M0 './? 'r!w: Mwlfa wfimm f t f /// ,V V.. V v / / jf-f u />>! '< t-MM " % ' ?' / ' ' ' < %. /: ' . <,/ "i,"^ '' v . W I BRYAN. THE COUNTRY EDITOR. The Important Place He Occupies In His Community. The able Portland Oregonlan, pub 3 ?? v> n w-? a In^lnotoa In I llMIltTU, UD 1 to name IUUIVU^U, ... ? "country town" of over 90,000 population in the extreme northwest, discourses delightfully and truly upon the characteristics and privileges of the country editor. It says that he is far more than the butt for aged jokes about his calling; that he holds a most important position in the community. It says that he is much nearer to his readers than is the man who writes for the great daily of the city; that while this environment may prevent a study of all the divergent phases of human nature, such as may be found in a city, it admits closer communication with those which are more desirable and shuts out others which can never be conducive to human happiness. It further says that the country newspaper has sent forth a large number of men who have attained high place in the state and nation and that on nearly all the big newspapers of the United States will be found men who began newspaper work In the office of a country newspaper. It says, too, a good thing concerning the newspaper as such, so good Indeed that we quote it entire. "There are always more good people than bad people in a community, and the newspaper, after all, merely reflects the sentiment of the people who support it. The newspaper cannot be much better or bigger than the people it serves. For any healthy, thriving city to fail to support a good newspaper is nearly always much more of a reflection on the people than on the editor. The local newspaper has become so much a part of the industrial and social life of our country that the town or city too small or too indifferent to support a paper is of not much consequence." This is no more and no less than a simple statement of fact. In every community the newspaper respects its constituents, and it never fears but that if it deserves it, its constituents will accord a respect which is fully reciprocal. And that ( it is the aim of every good newspaper to deserve respect is evinced by tb s time and money which ft puts ini > the effort to fulfill its community mission, even beyond the measure of service which the community may of its own volition require. waving maue this effort and performed this service, it is rarely disappointed of its reward In any event, it finds reward in the consciousness of having done its duty to the community and to itself. Certainly not even the country newspaper has any need to be troubled by what the Oregonian calls "aged jokes." Its editor is generally a good humored person and correspondingly philosophical. If he isn't he has "got in the wrong pew."?Newburyport, (Massachusetts,) News. ^t$ccllancou$ iUaflmj). IN THE CAVALRY. Gossip of Troop L of the Thirteenth. The crack saddle squad of L troop of the 13th cavalry gave Its fancy saddle drill at the baseball park again last night; the same drill which was so admired by a large crowd Monday evening. There were a hundred or two spectators In the grand stand, and the drill was possibly executed In better form than when the great crowd saw them. This saddle squad of thirty-flve men will represent their regiment in competitive drills in the big military tournament at St. Joe next week. Besides the fancy saddle drill, they do the "monkey" drill, which consists of all kinds of fancy bareback riding. Jack Woods, also of L troop, Is one of the best riders In the army, and last night he had two horses on the field after the drill which he rode Roman fashion, standing with one foot on either house. His horse were not well behaved last night, but they showed more life than the average circus horse and Woods rode them at a run and made them leap a hurdle. A horsethief would have all kinds of trouble getting away with a cavalry horse, even should he manage to elude the vigilance of the sentry, who always paces the picket lines or who watches over the stables when the troops are In garrison. Every cavalry horse Is numbered. The number of the horse Is cut Into the front of the hoof of the right front foot. Similarly located on the left foot is the number of the regiment, and the letter of the troop to which the horse belongs. Besides these Individual markings, each horse Is branded with the "U. S.," with which the Federal government marks most of its property. But cavalrymen are not mere machines, and do not call their horses by number; nearly every horse has its name. There Is one horse In L troop known as "Panhandle Pete," and Via ha a tha rannta tlnn nf nPlnc tnA ?iv **c*o mc ivpuiaitvn v& v*?v meanest horse in the squadron. A few of the best riders can ride him, but few of them like to. Sergeant Knapp, who has charge of the troop horses, says that when Panhandle Joined the command he showed his mean streak and the troopers tried to kill him by riding him hard and then giving him corn and water. But instead of dying the horse was up and kicking as mean as ever , the next morning. The favorite horse in the troop is named Peggy, and is a shapely little horse, with a long mane and tail. And Peggy Is a good campaigner. He remains in good condition in spite of hard hikes or drills that cut most cavalry horses down. The troop horses know the trumpet calls, and as retreat is sounded at night begin to make a fuss for their feed. The same thing occurs after first call In the morning. The main topic of conversation among the men at the camp yesterday was the candy episode of the night before. Eight troopers are under arrest and were taken to Leavenworth today, where they will have to face a general courtmartial, which means they are likely to be severely punished if they are guilty, and evidence seems rather strong against them. There is regret in the squadron that the candy was stolen, but most of the men agree that the guilty should be punished; the army doesn't want to harbor sneak thieves. Work Is one of the things that isn't a drawback in the army. Lack of it may be; but even the cavalrymen, with horses to attend to, can do all the real work of the day in an hour or two. And, besides answering a few calls, they are at liberty the rest of the day. The men carry little clothing while in the field, and what extra garments the ?-4 13th has are packed away in the wagons to be used at St. Joe. But a few popular men have overalls, which are going the rounds; other men borrow the overalls to wear while they wash their own trousers. Almost any time in the camp you can see some man addressing or writing postcards. That fad seems ?- < ? .? ? linU fin thp fJ TTTl V iu ua v c a feuuu i*v?u __ ??. | Atchison Globe. I ^ | MARYLAND GOOD ROADS. Systematic Scheme Adopted There For Highway Improvement Ten years ago the building1 of good roads in Maryland was begun by the state geological survey, says the New York Sun. The results were an object lesson to the people, who were so Impressed with the advantages of scientifically constructed highways that they were heartily 1n favor of the bond issue of $5,000,000 authorized by the legislature last winter. The new fund is to be used in the making of 1,000 miles of highways throughout the state withn the next five years. So Maryland is to expend $1,000,000 a year in building these main arteries for wagon transportation. The personnel of the new commission of six members seems to assure the judicious expenditure of the money. The state geological survey is represented on the commission by Its director, Dr. W. B. Clarke; by Governor Crothers, and by President Remsen of Johns Hopkin? The commission is laying out the 1000mile system, and the construction of the entire work will be in charge of the engineers of the geological survey. There was a very loud demand from the press of Maryland, from the business associations of Baltimore, and from the agricultural societies ror wise conservation of this fund, so that every dollar of it might contribute fully to the economic purpose in view; and there is no reason to doubt that the fund is properly safeguarded against political manipulation. Twenty years ago we seemed a century behind Europe in this important phase of civilization. Now many of our states are carrying out well-dev?,*d plans for road improvement. Ciooi' highways are money savers. By turni:.0 very poor road into a fine highway we reduce the cost of haulage by from 5 to 7 cents a ton a mile. We still have wagon roads as poor as some in China, where the cost of coal freightage is so high that the commodity cannot be carried to a market over twenty-five miles away. &1' Electric elevators are to be installed In New York's tallest structure. ??/' The Increase In volume of cast Iron from alternate heating and cooling in some Instances amounts to as much as 40 per cent.