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YORKVILLE OWIiER, I ISSUED SEMI'WEEKLT. 1lmTgri8TS sons, Pnbiuhen.} ? <#amils Jltwsjajer: Jfor the fromotion ojtht political, Social. Igricnltutat and ?omm(i;ciat Jntereafs ojf the ?eojI?. { I ESTSKlushed 1855= YORKVILLE, 8. C., FRIDAY, JULY 16, 1909. ~ 3STO. 67~. I *.( The i BY OPIE READ A] Copyrighted by Laird ft Lee, Pi By Permission c chapter x. Tlie High-Headed Woman. Walking slowly back to the house. Governor Crance glanced toward the adjoining garden of Mrs. Pairburn and was surprised to see his fair neighbor engaged In gathering an armful of roses. He stopped. Un consciously he raised his hat and did not replace it. He wondered if she would look at him; but she did not. Presently he grew bolder and cleared his throat to speak; but he found no opportunity to do so. Uncovered he stood there and looked at her, as one might gaze upon a rare painting by an old master. How queenly she looked amid the flowers! For many minutes he watched her in silence; then he saw her turn and saunter back toward the stone house among the trees. As she reached the vef randa she threw down the roses and, as if urged by a sudden impulse, turned about deliberately and looked full upon him. He made no sign, but a strange trembling seized him as he saw her again walking toward I him. ' Governor," she said, coming close to the dividing wall, "I want to thank you for sending your soldiers away from my plantation at Gum Springs." "You needn't," he replied, with an effort to appear unconcerned. "I had to keep them somewhere, it didn't f matter much where. I'm glad to have been of service to you." Mrs. Falrburn bowed. "Besides," he hastily added, as he saw her turn to leave, "I promised you I would." . Mrs. Fairburn stopped. "I am glad k you have redeemed one promise," she said, with an emphasis upon the word "one," which the Carpetbagger did not fail to notice. "Why 'one'?" he asked. "You promised me you would look into the case of that Francis boy." Mrs. Fairburn replied, quietly. "Have you done so?" The Governor winced. "I'm going to," he said, earnestly. "I give you my word?I will." L "Thank you." "But you don't believe me. do you?" "I shall be pleased to give you full credit for every creditable thing you do." "Thank you," exclaimed the Car^ petbagger, ironically, "but I am not certain that I ever do anything of that sort." "You might." "What good would It do?" "It would do you good. No kindly act is ever lost, no matter whether * the world knows it or not." "That's what they used to say to me in Sunday school a good many years ago." ^ "You haven't heard it there lately, P have you?" "No. Why should I go to church? To hear myself abused ? They all do it." "Not all. I heard a fine sermon this morning in which you figured as a central character, and you were not abused, either." "Indeed ? Then the millennium must be at hand. Who did it?" "Dr. Williams. He told us the result of his intercession with you to close a certain gambling house that had ruined his brother's home." % "His brother?" "Yes. Didn't you know?" "No; but it would have made no difference. What was the text?" " 'Can there any good thing come - out of Nazareth?'" ' "Um! What do you think about that question?" "It was answered eighteen hundred years ago." Her voice was low and as sweet as V the music of a mountain brook. The Governor was deeply moved and his face betrayed the emotion he felt. Mrs. Falrburn was quick to see the effect of her words and deemed it a ^ good time to drive home another truth. "I suppose you will have to work now for all your soldiers," she said. "The election is almost here." "Why do you think that?" asked the Governor, abruptly. She took from her hair a bright red ribbon and held it up. "Can you read this?" she asked. "Not from this distance," he replied. "But I can guess what there is on it. 'Who does the counting?' " "They say you intend to surround every voting place with a corporal's guard." r O TT ^A V%!.???. ?) "1JO mey .' nun uu uirj ivnuii i "You don't deny It. Governor, would not such a thing be a monstrous outrage upon our people?' "The ballot boxes must be protect+ ed against rioting and disorder." "If the result is already known. Why hold any election at all? If you decide the election, why should anyone else take the trouble to vote? Should not the majority rule?" There was an earnestness in her voice that the Carpetbagger did not g like. He laughed, uneasily. "Well, I don't know about that," he said, with a forced attempt at pleasantry"If the majority always ruled, the mosquitoes would govern Xew Jersey." %- In spite of her seriousness the wiing that her reserve had been broken, followed up his advantage. The spirit of the peaceful, restful Sabbath day, he remarked, could not have been better exemplified than by a negro whom he had seen down the street, lying on a box, his face to the sun, his eyes closed, and an indolent tune oozing from nis ups. isirs. rairburn laughed at his description of the fellow?the conceit of an Indolent tune oozing from the negro's lips was odd. "You seem to like flowers," he added, brusquely. "I am very fond of them." answer* ed Mrs. Fairburn. "Aren't you?" "They are about the only things that are left me now to love," he ? >ETBAGGER m ? SID FRANK PIXLEY iblishers---All Rights Reserved. >f the Publishers said, "except Nellie?God bless her[and she's a flower." "She's a charming girl," remark ed the widow, warmly. "You ough to be proud ofvher. I've been gath erlng a few rose to decorate th< house a little. Tomorrow is Roy': birthday." "He's a fine boy," said the Govern or. "You ought to be proud of him.' CHAPTER XI. A Sigh And A Drink. A woman was coming up the street a woman gay with ribbons and i gaudy parasol. Mrs. Fairburn wai first to notice the newcomer's ap proach and made hasty preparation! to retire from sight. To be seen talking with the arch enemy of the stat< would have been to compromise her self In the eyes of the community and she took instant flight. The Governor watched her, hurrying aloni the path leading to her house, anc wondered if she would look back but she did not and he turned awaj to his own garden where Nellie anc Roy were laughing among the trees The "soldier" was in a hammock anc the girl was trying to shake him out The Carpetbagger started towarc them, but Just then some one callec his name. A woman stood at the front gate, and he hastened towarc her; but there soon came a halting catch in his walk for he recognizee Lucy Linford, the school-book lobbyist. She had called to see him at the statehouse several times since hei first visit. Once in a laughing waj he had referred to her as a "delightful temptation," and she had tried t< blush, but failed. She was not 01 the sort that blushes successfully But she was attractive and, as Willetts said, "for dash could give anj of them cards and spades." "I was just passing Governor, anc happened to see you in the yard." "Yes. Won't you?won't you com< in?" "For a little minute, thank you The sun is getting warm. Let us sli on the veranda." She sat in a rocking chair and th< Governor walked up and down, witt an occasional glance over toward th< stone house. Miss Linford was an illumination of smiles and bubblec with the music of laughter. He wai half afraid of her, though he founc a sort of tingling pleasure in his fear; hn* u'hnnouor Ha nvor t a u1 o rr the widow's house there came a graceful picture In his mind. Othei women might be more beautiful though he was prepared to doubt It but none could be so calm and peaceinspiring. "Governor, have you?pardon m< for mentioning It now?but have yoi thought any . further of our schoolbook bill? I am so anxious to have something done." "Well, It hasn't been keeping m< awake at night," he replied, turning and walking toward her, only to pasi and turn again. "Oh, I wouldn't want it to do thai ?like a bad conscience. You musi remember, however, that you gav< me a good dead of encouragement the last time I had a talk with you.' The Governor was walking towarc her again. "I always encourage everj woman that talks with me," he said. "Really?" He saw her smiles and heard hei musical laughter as he halted ir front of her. He felt that she wai "playing him"?he could not hell but know it, but he liked it, as mos men do. Some men, getting along ir life, are never so happy as when t woman is making a fool of them And history proves that a statesmai is as easy to fool as a minor. Thli woman had many a grace which sh< threw off with her fan. She had t way of spreading it before her fac< and peeping over it. Willetts was right. She could "give the most ol them cards and spades." "I received a letter from Mr. Par ker the other day," she said; "ant he spoke glowingly of you." "Did, eh? Well, Steve can put i on when he wants to. He was a plas terer, I believe, before he began t< deal in damaged literature." "He was very much in hopes tha we might get our bill through. I would mean so much to us all." "Um?yes." "And in my answer to his letter should like so much to send him en couraging news." She peeped at hin over her fan, her dark eyes full o the light of admiration for the mai standing before her. She wore loosi sleeves and he looked at her shapel] arm. adroitly exposed for inspection "What shall I tell him. Governor?" "Who, old Steve?" The Governo was fencing with himself to gall time. "Why, er?tell him I'm still hi friend." "Is that all?" "Isn't that enough?" "1 should like to tell him that ou measure will surely carry. May I tel him that?" "Yes?you may, but you'd bette not. We'll have to feel the pulse o the House. The rascals aren't as?a tractable as they might be, nowa days." "Mr. Wiley Jones will not oppos' it. He's one of the most influentia members and he's devoted to you." "Um, yes, very devoted. Devotioi is the heaviest part of Brother Wi ley's character." He's very friendly, and he seem to be so conscientious. Don't yoi think so?" The Governor laughed. Then h< resumed his walk up and down th veranda. Presently he halted am stood looking over into the widow' yard, abstractedly. The woman ii the rocking-chair knew what tha meant just as well as if he had tol her. She bubbled with occasiona merriment, just the same, and whei he turned was bright with a smile But how she hated that Fairburn wi j SCENES OF PERSIAN UPRISE) For two months Russia has been ened by the revolution against the sb and tribesmen, but a mixed force of dlery of the shah. The moat serious the revolutionists firing upon the 1 m the dead after a skirmish between ca have been strengthened against the dow! She had no reason to believe that the widow was opposed to her bill, except the Intuition that flames out of a woman's Instinct, which, after all, may be the strongest of reasons. "Governor," said Miss Linford, "I'll not detain you any longer." "Oh, you are not detaining me. I'm at?at home, you know." They heard Xellie and Roy laughing. Miss Linford got up to go but stayed to remark that she had never seen a more charming g'rl than the Governor's daughter. She was so fresh, so full of innocent life. And she was as unconscious of her beauty as an oil painting. Her mother must have been a handsome woman. She had her father's eyes and her mother's yellow hair, evidently. The Governor hemmed, hawed and winked under this flattery, and, knowing that it was flattery, was Adam enough to like it. She finally swung herself out of the gate, her bright colors leaving a rainbow glow In the air and the Carpetbagger, heaving a sigh of relief, went into the house and took a r drink. Down the street, Old Steve's i agent met Willetts, sauntering along i with a small yellow cane. He raised > his hat, assured her of the pleasant t surprise afforded him ami turned to 1 walk with her. i "I've just left the Gov'rnor," she . said. i Willetts smiled. "I suppose he 3 promised to put your bill through," } he remarked. i "No, but I think he will do it, just i the same." i "He won't," said Willetts, laconit cally. "Your school-book bill is laid out. You're on a dead card and you - may as well throw up the sponge. I 1 know what I am talking about." "Then what's the use of my stayt ing here?" ' I'll tell you. Let's turn down this > way where we'll be alone. | CHAPTER XII. He Meets A Bullett. On the following Tuesday the MidI land Railway bill passed the Senate, - having on Monday run through the i smooth channels of the House, and f was now ready for the' Governor's i name to make it a law. Flnsnclalare rangements had been perfected in the V East and the money was sure. Shortly after the bill passed the Senate, Wiley Jones called on Willetts. The r lobbyist lived in a suite of rooms not i far from the state house. A negro s was shaving him when Jones knocked at the door. "See who it is, Zeb," said Willetts. He never called out "come in!" His r door was always locked. The negro 1 admitted Jones without asking a question, having done so time and r again, and the legislator strode into f the room. s "Willetts," said he, "I'd like to see - you alone." "Yes, just as soon as he gets e through with me; won't take long. 1 Everything seems to be all right, doesn't it?" a "1 don't know," growled Jones, sit ting down. The negro's work was soon done, s As he tip-toed out of the room, Willi letts locked the door and turned to Jones, who, without preliminary e words, asked when he was to get his e money. J "Why, just as soon as I get mine." s "And when will that be?" a "The company's agent will pay t over the cash just as soon as the bill d is signed?" 1 "Suppose it is never signed?" a "Nonsense! That's fixed. You needs. n't worry about the old man." "Well, I'm doing business with ' ' ' i wBwUufet j ^^pt$s I fegWifc^?Wff^^BP|lB ?G, WHERE REVOLUTIONISTS TJ THE SHAH. sending expeditions Into Persia to safegt ah. The strife in Persia is paradoxical Poralnrn ?nd r^aaqrlrH m WPI] ?s reamlfl clashes have taken place near Tabriz. Or iperlal troops from behind a wall. Andt ivalry of the two armies. All the Turkl warring tribesmen. you, not with him. Nothing was said about waiting for his signature. Our deal called for the cash when the bill was passed?ten thousand, spot cash. I've done my work and put the blli. through. Now I want the money." "Don't be In a rush. This thing is safe enough. The bill, as It stands, isn't worth fifteen cents and It is unreasonable to expect them to pay us anything before we deliver the goods." "I've delivered mine." "Well, you'll get your money when the rest of us do. "What if somebody were to put a ball through the Governor tonight?" "Oh, If the sky ever falls," rejoined Willetts, sarcastically, "we'll all of us have a fine time catching larks." "All right," persisted Jones, "put It the other way; where would I be if you were accidentally to meet a bullet going in the opposite direction?" "You'd be 'out' ten thousand, I guess. But what's the use of talking? You are as likely to run against a bullet as I am." "And if I did, you'd simply pocket the money I have earned and no one ever would be the wiser for It. I want my pay and I don't propose to take any chances waiting for it, either. The legislature is on its last legs and the whole Carpetbag government is liable to explode any day. Have you seen the old man since the bill passed the Senate?" "Of course not; I haven't had time. But I saw him yesterday after it passed the House." "What did he say?" "Oh, he didn't say much of anything. It wasn't a surprise to him; he expected it." Willetts knew that the Governor was wavering, but he did not care to tell Jones. It was his habit to tell just as much as was necessary and no more. He could understand how a man might be coerced into softness, but why he should sink Into it of his own accord was beyond his reckoning. Jones sat for a time in deep thought. He was not afraid that the Governor would not sign the bill; he was not really uneasy as to his ten thousand dollars; but he was in a mood of self-condemnation for having accepted so small a part of the purchase money. "Willetts," he said. "I've been too easy with you fellows." "Been too what? I don't know what you mean." "I sold out too cheap. I ought to get twenty-five thousand at least." "Well. 1 like to see a man value his services, but sometimes there's danger of going just a trifle too far." "Too far! You couldn't have done anything without me. I could have killed the thing if I'd wanted to." Willetts laughed. "You would have killed yourself." "That might be, but I could have let the lifeblood out of that bill. And I ought to have more money." "You agreed to take a certain amount." "I know it; but you haven't paid me a cent yet. Let me tell you something. I'm going to have what is due me or you'll hear something drop. The story of that bill would make a good campaign speech. I could flop over to the other side about now and make my peace for all time to come, and I can almost catch sight of the 1 + V, KUUCl II.I1UI IUI cnan, uiinii ai i nr- rnu of such a course. That's all." He strode out of the room and Wllletts sat down to think. Jones went to the House, listened for a time to the reading of a dull report, paired off with a man who lived near him, but who represented a county on the other side of the state, IREATEN TO ENS SWAY 0f iard the cxar's subjects who are threat, as it not only Involves revolutionists r Russian troops and the regular sol le of the accompanying pictures show her shows a battlefield strewn with sb garrisons on the Persian front le. then mounted his horse and rode off down into the country. His house was some distance from the main road, and to reach it he had to .ride found the plantation of Old John Reynolds. This was a waste of time' for a busy legislator, so he had dropped into the habit of throwing down the old planter's fences and riding through his fields. Reynolds had his just prejudices against all members of the Carpetbag legislature; moreover his son was a home candidate for Governor. He was a good-natured man and did not at first let his temper get the better of him; but when the trespasser continued to throw down his fences, he grew furious. On the present occasion Jones was about mid-way of a field when the old man hailed him. The law maker halted unwillingly ana listened absent-mindedly to a warm rebuke. This made the old man more furious and he launched forth a threat. "Sir," said he, "if you throw down my fence again and ride through my fields, I will shoot you." Jones was as corrupt a man as could be found, but he was not afraid, physically. Morally, of course, he was a coward; all corrupt men are. He grinned a defiance at the old planter and rode on. A few days later, he was not present at roll-call; which excited no comment, as negligence seemed part of the Carpetbag legislator's duty. Later, there was a com- ( motion in the House when news was ( brought that Representative Jones { had been found dead, near a gap in j Old Man Reynold's fence. He had , been shot. It was known that Rey- , nolds had threatened to shoot him. ( It looked like a clear case. A warrant , was Issued for the arrest of John , Reynolds; a coroner's Jury gave a | verdict against him; he was taken be- ( fore a justice of the peace for prelim- j inary hearing and was bound over ] without ball to await the action of , the grand jury and the criminal j court. And his old wife went to jail j with him. Major Reynolds was out in the s country, campaigning, when he heard j the news of his father's arrest. He learned also, that his mother was in . Jail; and there was but one conclu- < sion?that the outrage had been engi- ( neered by Governor Crance, to black- f en the candidacy of the people's idol. f The Major was addressing a meeting c when a man came upon the stand ( and whispered to him. He stood for ( a moment as if paralyzed, then he quietly said: "My good people, eir- t cumstances have called me back to ( the city." Without another word he rushed forth, sprang upon a horse { and galloped off. A trusted lleuten- t ant, a game man, Captain Pointer, ( rode beside him. "We can't get there before to night," said the Captain. "No," the Major replied, "but we will get there." "What then?" "I am going to kill him." "Of course, but how? It won't do to shoot him down. You must make him fight?If you can." "Yes, If I can; and If I can't?" They galloped on In silence. At a farm-house they halted to change horses. The farmer was busy with his crops and said that he didn't see how he could accommodate the Major. He needed his horses for work. Why not rest a while? The Major t explained that he was In a great hur- 8 ry. The farmer didn't see the need ? of such a rush. The town would stay i where It was, he said, and the cam-is - ?V,n Vf a _ I f paign would Keep. ne nu me J Jor's supporter, he added, and would s ao anything In reason for him?even 1 make speeches for him; but he could * not give up his horses at such a time J ?unless the case was very urgent. The Major looked at him. "I am going to town," he said, "to kill the scoundrel that calls himself the Governor of this state." The farmer turned and shouted to one of his men: "Sam. catch the black horse and the roan as quick as you can." (To be Continued.) ^istrltonrouis grading. HARVEST IN EGYPT. Modem Machinery Slowly 8upplanting Primitive Method*. Visitors to Egypt who have the courage to linger a few months after the regular tourist season has passed will be rewarded by many Interesting sights which are utterly foreign to those who fly at the first breath of tropic heat no matter how familiar they may be with other phases of life along the Nile. It Is In the early summer months, when the sun begins to warm up and to send the thermometer higher and higher that the Egyptian farmer brings out bis ancient reaping Implements, which have the appearance of having done service In the time of Rameees, hitches up the family dairy and with his flock of little brown babies and possibly a wife or two, hies to the fields. June and July are two of the busiest of harvest months. Egypt is essentially an agricultural country and its prosperity is largely dependent on the success of the farm ere, wno rorm over t>u per ceni ui mt> population. The prosperity of the farmer is almost entirely dependent on the water supply; so In endeavoring to regulate the rise of the Nile to make it uniform each year and to provide for the proper distribution of the working along scientific lines to Insure the growth of the crops and to bring back to Egypt something of Its former affluence. The wealthier landowners whose sons have attended the Tewflkleh college of agriculture have equipped their farms with the latest machinery procurable, but the majority of the fellabeen cling to methods pursued by their fathers and with which they are able to cope in any emergency. The native farmer may approve of the modern tools, but he is slow to adopt them not nnly because of their almost prohibitive cost but also because when they ire once acquired they are too difficult to keep In order. When a part of a native plow or a thresher breaks or wears out he knows exactly how to go about to repair it, but when a part or aven a small bolt in a steam plow or thresher breaks or is missing he is utterly at a loss. There are weeks and weeks of delay while the necessary articles are being brought up the river from Cairo and with them comes at 1 ?reat expense an expert workman who Icnows how to adjust them, for the native farmer Is nothing of a mechania In the meantime, the grain waits 1 unless perchance the farmer owns jo ma of the. primitive machinery. One }f the curious sights in the Egyptian .harvest season is a modern threshing machine noisily working: in a field adloining that In which a native thresher Is treading out the grain. The brown skinned tiller of the soil :lad in his flowing robes of white or the favorite dull blue and yellow comsinatlon sitting on the high seat of the :rude thresher, which is dragged over the fields by a yoke of patient camels >r perhaps a camel and a donkey or i couple of buffalo cows, appears to the stranger who sees this for the first time like the principal actor in a icene worked out by an ingenious mind tor stage effect. The native plow of Egypt is simply the forked portion of i tree or two pieces Joined together and smoothed off?a primitive contrivance vhlch may still be seen in use by Cu)an farmers. The thresher is a sledgeike affair fitted with round crushers of tvood or iron and weighted down from the top. The grain is crushed into the jround, and when gathered up it is nixed with lumps of mud, but it is said that never a kernel of it is lost )r wasted.?Lesslle's Weekly. Reward of Honesty. One day last week a teacher in Bolton school picked up in the street a :hamois bag, and, peering inside, saw some diamonds. Advertisements tellng of the loss of $2,000 worth of dia- ' nonds led the school teacher to the -esidence of the owner, the wife of a ' [Jowntown merchant Incidentally a eward was offered, but the woman 1 vho found them is of character too ilgh to make a reward a thing to be ' :onsidered in such a case. She carried the diamonds to the woman who had ost them and the latter seized them 1 vith all the joy that a woman could ' x>ssibly show on the recovery of her 1 ewels. ' "And now," said the woman, "you 1 shall have a reward of $10 if you take t out m traae in my nusoanu a auup. The school teacher's sense of humor irevented her from showing any disrust, and she told the owner that she :ould not think of taking a reward 'or common honesty, and was only too ;lad to find the owner. During the :onversatlon the woman was counting he diamonds, and she suddenly broke >ut with: "One of them Is missing! One of hem Is missing! What are you going o do about that?" "The best I can do about that,'" reilied the school teacher, "is to wish hat more were missing. Good day'"? Cleveland Press. The March of the Caravan.?Perhaps he weirdest and most impressive of he many unwonted memories that the raveler carries away with him from ravel in the east is the recollection >f the camel caravans which he has :ncountered at night. Out of the black larkness Is neard tne distant Doom 01 l heavy bell. Mournfully and with ' jerfect regularity of Iteration it ' lounds, gradually swelling nearer and 8 ouder and perhaps mingling with the ones of smaller bells signaling the ( ear guard of the same caravan. The s >lg bell Is the Insignia and alarm of ? he leading camel alone. But, nearer t tnd louder as the sound becomes, not t mother sound and not a visible object . iDDears to accompany it. Suddenly ind without tiie slightest warning there e ooms out of the darkness, like the ( ipparition of a phantom ship, the j 'orm of the captain of the caravan. 3 is spongy tread sounds softly on the c tmooth sand, and like a great string of S inked ghouls the silent procession f (talks by and is swallowed up in the , light.?"Persia and the Persian Quesion.' c AN ANCIENT CASTLE. The Stronghold In the Cliffs of Arizona. Three miles from Camp Verde, Ariz., on the right bank at Beaver Creek, stands a remarkable building called Montezuma's Castle, the finest monument left us by a people known as the Ancient Cliff Dwellers and the best specimen of architecture built exclusively in the Stone Age to be found In any part of the world. This castle is not In Egypt or Assyria, but in our home land and almost at our very door. It is easily reached in two days either from Flagstaff or Prescott. The trip over mountains, though wild and rough, Is delightful.' Every moment Is full of happy surprises, the climax being reached when from the crest of the mountains you look off over the charming Verde valley. This valley is flanked on all sides by Imposing cliffs 800 to 1,000 feet In height. These cliffs have been weathered and curved Into the most fantastic shapes, bordered and variegated with the strongest colors. Is it any wonder that prehistoric man living close to nature should be impressed and attracted to this spot? But the valley had more than beauty to offer; it had utility and practicability. In many places by the action of the water deep recesses had been cut into the limestone cliffs. Some of these recesses were from three to seven feet In height, running back into the cliff from ten to fifteen feet. Some day Americans will awaken and come to appreciate the mafchless wonders and unrivaled beauties of our home land. Some day perhaps the archaeologist will turn his attention this way, and aided by some generous loyal American will cause the fulns of the Verde, the Oila and the great southwest to yield up secrets that have been too long hidden from man kind. Occasionally immense depressions were carved out. Seeing these, the ancient cliff dwellers took advantage of what nature had prepared for them and built them homes in the sides of the cliff. Montezuma's castle is built in one of these natural depressions. It is about 340 feet from the river to the building, the last forty or fifty feet being almost perpendicular. In this forty feet there are three or four ledges of rocks. We experienced conBiderable difficulty In reaching the top of the first ledges. There was but one place where we could make the ascent and this left us on the north Bide of a deep chasm. We spanned this with a small cedar. Then, fastening the rope around the waist of my son, we watched him with a great deal cf solicitude as he crawled across. Reaching the opposite side, he made the rope fast and we walked across aided by this rope. Once on the top of the first ledge we were able to ascend the other ledges by means of ladders with which we had provided ourselves. On the second ledge we found several cavite lodges, small rooms cut back Into the cliff. Some of these were walled up In front. On the third ledge we found several more, two or three of which were inaccessible. Later we traced these cavite lodges in the side of the cliff for a distance of two or three' miles either side of the building. The castle therefore Is the centre or central building of a cliff city. It has been called a fortress. Its position, manner of construction, the difficulty in reaching the several stories, the small portholes in the walls, the battlements In front of the second and upper story would seem to support this suggestion. Be this as It r.iay, it was a great communal dwelling, occupied perhaps by the chief or governor and those associated with him In authority. Or It may have been the home of the aristocracy, while the cavite lodges were the abodes of the laboring classes. It was a permanent dwelling. Ascending the fourth ledge we come to the first story of the castle, a square tower, one single room. How well they built! The foundation rests upon the cedar timbers placed upon flat stones. Some of these timbers project for beyond the building. If you will examine carefully you will discover the marks of the stone axes and be impressed with the excellent work done with the labor and rude i?a* 4KaI*? aaw m on/I TKo implements at tucu tuiaiuauu. AUV walls are about two feet thick at the base, narrowing to one foot at the top. We entered the tower through a small doorway two feet four inches wide and three feet high. This is the only entrance. The room Is nicely plasiered with a sort of fresco work. V'e detected several tints upon the wall, lou can see the imprint of the band of the workman in several places. Overhead are timbers, rafters sf cedar resting upon the wall. Across :hese branches of willow were laid, rhese again were crossed by reeds and ushes and then plastered over, makng a smooth, strong, durable floor 'or the room above. Crawling through i small opening in the celling we :ome to the main floor of the bulldng, containing seventeen or eighteen ooms. The castle is five stories In lelght; each story after the third re ;t*UHlK UUUUL SCVCII ICCI. XII IIUIII VI he second story is a small balcony. The rooms in the fourth stcry are arger and much better flnlsned than hose of the second and third stories. )ne feature in the construction of this )ulldlng Is worthy of special notice, ["he back wall of the third story is nassive and rests upon the ledge of ocks which form*; the floor of this itory. This wall Is twenty-eight feet ligh and forms the front wall of the 'ourth story and a battlement of the Ifth. One can readily see how this idds strength and stability to the vhole structure. In front of the up>er story is a promenade seven feet vide, running the whole length of he building. The rooms are quite arge and from this balcony you get a splendid view of the Verde valley. It was a custom of these people to :ut little pockets or recesses in the tides of their dwelling, mummify the emalns of their children and put hem in these pockets. We opened hree of these pockets, taking out :orncobs with some corn still on the tar, squash shells, chewing cuds or turn, cloth made from the fibre of the rucca and a native hemp, some bones >f a little child and some trinkets. Several mummies have been taken rom the castle. These were usually vrapped in a feather cloth which extluded the air, and outside this was a wrapping made of the fibre of the yucca. Pottery, stone and bone implements and Instruments have also been taken from this castle. Some of the potter:* very symmetrical in form and < he decoration shows a high degree of artistic taste. This castle is substantially built. The masonry is admirable when we take into consideration the rude stone implements with which they do the work. The stones were squared and faced and laid in a cement that stood for centuries. The lintels over the doors were of hewn cedar. The building is a fine specimen of prehistoric architecture. masslveness, strength and stability being the .Impressive features. Seen from a distance, it Is' very stalking. The lofty cliffs of gray and white limestone, banded and carved, tinted and variegated with rich colors brought out more impressively by the foliage of the dogwood and boxwood, form a magnificent setting. [ Place in the centre of this picture the great castle and you have a sight that is worth a trip across the continent to behold.?Sante Pe New Mexican. WHAT 18 TRUTH. Numerous Definitions, All of Them Interesting. He who does not believe In Ood will be sure to look for the truth where it cannot be found. Truth Is what the indefatigable and righteous inquisitor finds when he searches for panaceas. Truth discovers law, and law discovered is Ood revealed. Truth is the path which leads to God, all others into error stray. Truth is an Irresistible force, and Its momentum la measured by Its triumphs. Truth Is God's Nemesis that lnoess&ntly pursues error with a vengeance. Truth Is a spiritual light which hides itself In the revelation of all other things. A ruin in au urwi 111 uiaf uituuv *uu transendehtally sublime that it requires the travail of the evolutions./ ages to five birth to the whole of it Enlightenment is the measure of truth discovered and altruistically utilized for human amelioration. He who loves the truth will fear and reverence Its author?God. Truth Is the language of love on earth and the language of heaven. The truth which the moral coward withholds from others some day will break his aegis of self-respect and moral Troy in the morning of her temptation will find that the night of her cowardice has removed her palladium. Truth Is the X-ray which finds the cause of imperfection and pioneers the way to perfection. "Let there be light" was the Infinite's first command to the chaotic physical, and its reverberating echo strikes the mind of all humanity fi^p^the immovable hills of the metaphysical. Truth taushes that he who is not willing to su-Ter for the good of others will be compelled to suffer unwillingly because others are not good. The worth of human character is measured by the use we make of the truth we know. Will power?the decision of character?reigns in truth or is enslaved in error. In the spiritual, faith seises an intangible truth and turns it into a tangible fact The truth is good and good is God In human character. The ignorant can not comprehend truth in the physical and metaphysical, but the wisdom and love of God has so arranged human solidarity that the ignorant can see the truth in the life of good character; therefore be good, and God will make you the pattern, so all who see you can patent your truth exemplified in the beauty and utility of their lives. Patriots, heroes and martyrs are made Immortal in their willingness to suffer for the truth. Tour intellect and the liberty you enjoy was purchased by somebody's suffering?for wie uum. O truth, thou nimbus divine. Forever and forever shine; Be my panoply and guide, While I strive to be thy guard; Send me, like David, to meet error's Goliath, And forever in thy strength put to flight every evil desire; And I'll build error's funeral pyre, And expect God to furnish the Are. ?J. B. Rayner, in Houston Chronicle. Two-Cent Pieces Wanted. A question asked of the Boston Her aid why there were no more 2-cent pieces, brought the information that there should be 28,634,554 of them in existence. Between 1864, when their coinage was authorized, and 1873, when it was discontinued, more than 45,000,000 of the coins had been put out Since then less than 17,000,000 have been retired, so the rest of them are somewhere, even if they are lost The coinage and its cessation reveal in outline some interesting history. After ? ~ nn^|n..L uie iiii:e ycmu ui u iai uu mission had been discovered for the 2-cent piece. An extra cent had to be added to buy a postage stamp, and the day of the 2-cent newspaper had hardly come. There was the 3-cent piece, whl<v answered the purpose of dally incidental purchases, as is indicated by the fact that the coinage of the nickel 3-cent piece continued until 1890. Then it died for a similar reason. By that time the 2-cent newspaper had fully arrived. Two-cent letter postage bad come. Bargain counter stores had begun to introduce odd price? and so the 3-cent piece was found, like the veteran, lagging superfluous on the stage, and was withdrawn. Humane Mule Boy.?It was in Egypt and the old lady in the tourist party was much interested in the camel boy on/1 hla nomal uwu two vauici. "He Is a good beast?" said the old lady, Interrogatively. "Yes, ma'am," responded the boy In broken English. "And you treat him well?" Ah, lady, I have driven that camel five years and never once have I struck him a blow." "Dear me! Such humane treatment of dumb brutes is worthy of consideration. Here is a silver piece for you." "Thank you, lady, very much. No, I never strike Rameses. When he is bad I twist his tail."?Exchange.