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" ^ ^^^^^ISSUED SEMI-WEEKL^ _ ^ ^ l. m. grist s sons. Publishers, j % Jlamiln Jlcii'spapcr: j'or the promotion of flic political, Social, Agricultural and (Toiiimrrcint Interests of the people | ESTABLISHED 1855. YORKV1LLE, & C. TUK8DAY. OC'rOBER a5,'lt)tO. NO. 85. c* *#* +*? +** +** +** 1 t THE FRENCH I D(/? | ? % * CRONKITE PLAYS A JUDGE MARCELLUS'S M ***A **+A **+A ***A *?+A ?>2* I "And are you really Judge Marcel lus's Abe Cronkite?" whispered Kate Prentice, drawing close to the side of the elderly, warfaring man, who had just sent up his name as "Cousin Philip Goodhue." l "Yes, miss," answered the detective simply. "The Judge won't be down until tonight. When he got your letter he decided that we ought not to come together or appear to know each other while here. "So he had me get myself up as one who might well come at such a time as this were it not that he dropped out of sight before you were born and has never been heard of since. If he were not dead, miss, as no doubt he is. Cousin Philip Goodhue would be entitled to this whole estate." "Oh, I have heard of him," murmured the girl shudderingly. "My uncle Oscar was always fearing that he might be alive, might one day return. There was some old animosity between them; I never heard what. I should have i been rrightened when the name was sent up were it not that any fear now ^ seems trivial after such a terrible ex? perience." "I know, miss: that is why I am here. That is why if you are able to do so J want you to tell me just what happened. The judge told me a little when he sent me to help you. But now. please tell me as much as you can. Hush, in your natural tones, please, as if you were telling Cousin Philip Goodhue. who had just arrived. Walls often have ears, especially walls within which a murder has been done." Kate Prentice turned gray with the effort for composure. She pressed her hands to her tremulous lips, to her I throbbing bosom. Then she folded them resolutely in her lap. "Yes, Cousin Philip," she began in clear sweet tones, "it is right that I ^ should tell you all I know of the awful fate of my uncle, as I called mm, ana your cousin Oscar Nagle. "I have lived with him in this country seat for years, ever since my mother died, just he and I and the servants, yes, and the old housekeeper, whom you may remember when you were a r youn? man, Mrs. Dayne. Uncle was not strong and felt himself even more delicate than he was. He wer t to bed early and rarely had any visitors. "I generally read or played until about 10 o'clock, and then when I ' heard Mrs. Dayne going the rounds to lock up I too would go to my room in the third story, directly over uncle's. I never recollect having heard him Stirling at that hour, but I heard him las' night." "That is," remarked Cronkite, "you heard some one moving about in the room below." "Exactly, cousin; you are more accurate than I," agreed Kate. "But that wasr the only unusual sound I heard. I don v know how much later it was, but I was roused from my sleep by a sharp report. "I slipped into some things and hurried down the stairs just as Mrs. Davnc came out of her room with a la?r?p. My uncle, fully dressed as he had been for dinner, lay dead on the floor of the font ro 1 hall "There was a horrid red splash on his shirt front. A long pistol, silver mounted, lay beside him on the rug-. The doctors said that he had been shot from behind and that the ball which had passed through his body and was found imbedded in the woodwork exactly fitted this pistol, k "There hasn't been a trace discovered of the assassin. There isn't even a suspicion as to whom he can be." "You are wrong there, my dear," interposed Cronklte in a loud voice. "It seems I can tell you more than you are able to tell me. As I took the train down the newsboys were crying 'arrest of the Xagle murderer." "It seems the police have taken into custody for the crime a young fellow named Mason Vance. Why, you must know him. he was your uncle's private secretary a year? Hey, there, is any one about? Fetch water, quick! Miss Prentice has fainted." Almost with the cry an elderly woman. very tall and straight, with hair still black and abundant and eyes still full of lire, hurried in with a glass of water. "You are so changed, Philip floodhue," she said harshly, with the girl in her arms, "that I might not have known you but for your blundering ways. Now go about your business, if you can find any, and leave me to tend my lady." "I should have known you anywhere, my dear Anne." replied Cronkite as he turned to leave the room. "You are much as you used to be. only more so." And the blaze of the great black eyes dulled to the glimmer of fear. II. Abe Cronkite drew down the sashes and shade and stuffed the keyholes of the two doors of the best guest chamber. Then he took his seat beside Judge Marcellus in front of the hearth cheerily blazing against autumn s ( hill. "N<>\v if Mrs. Day tie listened once sh.- can't listen again." lie said. "Let her donl?t my identity as much as she will so long as she isn't positive. Surely she must know that it would he natural for Philip fjoodhue to want to consult with you under such circumstances after all these years. And yet she may he positive?" "Don't wander in the mazes of cas* uistry, A he. of all things," swapped the judge. "I admit that in my sympathy for Kate, always a prime favorite of mine, I sent you down lu re somewhat unadvisedly. Let me enlighten you then at once on any ohseurc point instead of wasting valuable time in wondering how much or how little an old serving woman may remember of her master's relatives whom she hasn't seen for half a life and could never have seen much of. You are a good '*** *** +*? Vififa *?* 4 i i LING PISTOLS 1 4 ~ | DOUBLE PART AND jj I COAT IS SINGED. > 4 *#*A ***A *>I?+A ***A ?t**A ?' enough Cousin Philip Goodhue for al practical purposes." "Very good, sir," returned Cronkite submissively but dubiously. "I learned just as I was leaving that Mason Vance has been arrested for this Uu-ime Is there much of a case against him?' "I'ir. inclined to think the police have the guilty man," answered the judge "Young Vance at one time was very close to Mr. Nagle. They, parted ir anger. He is familiar with the house and may well have had passkeys to it. "He has been importuning Mr. Nagle to consent to something which he has steadfastly refused to consider Why, the very weapon with which the murder was commited is one of a pair of French duelling pistols which Mr. Nagle gave to Vance." "The .consent which Vance sought and Mr. Nagle refused to grant was to Vance's marriage to Miss Prentice, I assume, sir?" "Ah, you have moled out that much, have you? Well, let me tell you that Kate is a good girl, a conscientious girl, who would never meet her lover secretly, if that is where your confounded imagination is about to lead you?" "I am aware already, sir, that Vance's arrest was a surprise as complete as it was terrible to her. But to go on. You told me that if Philip Goodhue were alive, as you were convinced he is dead, he would now be entitled to all of the realty. Will you please tell me how and why?" "SimDlv because old Amos Nagle, uncle to these two cousins, Oscar Nagle and Philip Goodhue, loved the one as much as he distrusted the other, yet felt that the property imposed a duty upon him toward each. He believed, as I still believe, that when Philip disappeared he could not last more than a few years on account of his evil ways. "Yet this sense of duty constrained him to provide in his will that if Oscar should die, never having married, Philip, if he survived, should inherit. Then, on his very deathbed, alarmed by the thought that Philip might in some way encompass Oscar's death, and yet not be held legally responsible, he made a codicil which he delivered to me to be kept secretly and only to become operative at my discretion. "It gives the entire property to another more distant collateral descendant, who turns out to be my dear Kate Prentice. Of course it has no validity now, nor will any one ever see it or know where I've had it hid; but I have sometimes thought that were Philip still alive, with his infernal ingenuity and intuitive knowledge of the workings of his old uncle's mind, or rather conscience, ne wouia nave a snrewa idea of just some such secret provision against him; but what's the use? "I'm getting to wonder and wonder worse than you, Abe. As I told you yesterday, I had sure word long ago that Philip is dead, well dead." Abe Cronkite sat in heavy thought. Then he walked to the window and looked out on the garden, cool, clear and deserted under the moonlight. He turned again with that expression of intense seriousness which the judge even when he mocked had learned to respect. "I want you to do something, judge: there is no time, nor is it now wise to tell why," he said. "I want you, after I have made myself up a bit and gone out for a while, to sit here in the dark, behind locked doors, pending the three raps of my return. Not a word, please, now, judge. I will explain later to your satisfaction." Almost against his will the judge sat in silence, watching his man as he stepped to the mirror and made some deft changes in his appearance; as he stepped to the closet and put on the judge's own long black coat and took up the judge's own hat and cane. Not a word of reproach or a gesture of res traint came from the judge, as cronkite. in a dignified pace, inimitably like his own, passed out of the room. On the contrary, he put out the light and locked the doors. III. Presently the judge stepped to the window, as Cronkite had done, and cautiously pushed aside the shade. The garden gleamed cool and clear, hut no longer deserted, under the moonlight. The judge gasped as lie saw the very semblance of himself slowly pacing to and fro on one of the winding shrub lined paths; the same dress, of course, but the same natural hearing, the head inclined a little in thought, the hands bind the hack with dangling cane; he couldn't do it better himself. What, oh, what, was Cronkite trying to do? Suddenly out from the bend where the thickest clump cast the heaviest shadow a slight masculine figure stepped quickly in front of Cronkite and even more quickly fired point blank a pistol that gleamed. Even as the thick smoke rolled slowly upward the judge in his excitement threw up the sasn. annul ii> snmn tor neip, uimui. even to l*-ui> to the ground. But some one was pacing deliberately along the patch toward the house. It was Cronkite. it was Cronkite scathless and Composed. The Judge stood tremhling as he heard the same deliberate steps on the stairs and through the hull. Then as three raps came faint yet distinct he dashed to the door and drew this semblance of himself into the room and into his arms. "For God's sake. Abe," he murmured. "whatever you've been trying to do don't do it again!" "It might better have been I than you, sir." replied Cronkite simply; "but you see it wasn't either of us after all." For a moment master and man gazed at each other with respect and affection. Then the judge with all the dignity of the bench motioned Cronkite to his seat, and seating himself nodded impiiringly. "I'm sorry he?or was it a she??was I too quick for me, sir," l>egan the detec| live. "Besides the smoke nearly blindly ed and choked the senses out of me ? However, this is the important thing I And he took from his pocket a long ? silver mounted pistol. f "That looks like a French duelling I pistol," said the judge, a little tremu! lousl.v, "the very mate of the one they f showed me at headquarters as the I weapon with which the murder was ? done. Oh, Abe, it's God's mercy that ? you are not dead. Right at your very I heart! Why, your coat is scorched; 1 3 don't understand it!" "Your coat, you mean, judge," cor1 rected Cronkite lightly. "I'm sorry to have caused such sacrilege. Yes, you t are right; it is a French duelling pisI tol and undoubtedly the mate of the i one you saw at headquarters. But there was no more killing in that one than in this one. See." The judge wonderingly gazed as Cronkite with one or more of the min' iature but handy tools he always had i about him took the pistol to pieces. "See," he continued, "this is a French dueling pistol, as you say; that is, a ( pistol for a French duel, spectacular ? hut harmless. It has a sort of a safety valve of a pocket into which the bullets drop, while the powder remains. "Isn't that ingenious? No possible harm could come from either one or the other of them beyond the scorching of a coat. I beg your pardon again for that, judge." "If all this is so," exclaimed the astonished judge, "why, if all this is so, then the bottom also drops out of the case against young Vance. He not only couldn't have killed Mr. Nagle with the incriminatory weapon but?" "If he had plotted to kill him he never would have selected such a weapon," rejoined Cronkite. "Therefore it is obvious that the real assassin must have stolen these duelinging pistols from poor Vance in order to throw suspicions upon him and then have used?" "Stop a moment right there, please, sir," objected Cronkite. "He could't have killed Mr. Nagle with the duelling pistol left beside him, as you rightly think, for the purpose of implicating Vance, and the fact that he did kill him shows that he must have known it was but a dummy and have used a real one in consequence. Similarly, knowing it to be a dummy he wouldn't have used its mate in his assault 011 you." "Hut he dill use it,' cried tne uewudered judge. "I think she used it, sir. I think a man and a woman have been acting together, the one the murderer, the other the wouldbe murderer. I think the man discovered the duelling pistols were dummies too late to warn the woman. Hence she failed in the murder of you, which was to be the complement of the murder of Mr. Nagle." "But who?" "But who would benefit JL?>* Mr. Nagle's death? But who would be protected by your death from the consequences of Mr. Nagle's murder? But who has known all along that I am not the real Cousin Philip Goodhue? But who turned pale with fear when I as Philip Goodhue called her by an endearing name. But who may have listened to old Amos Nagle's deathbed instructions to you and thus have verified the deductions of her paramour?" "You mean," whispered the judge, "that Cousin Philip Nagle is still alive and that Mrs. Dayne is his accomplice?" IV. "Detection of crime, like crime itself, is progressive, judge," continued Cronkite. "Each is driven by events to lengths unthought of in the beginning. I did not fully realize what might be the effects 01 my appearance as cousin Philip Goodhue upon Mrs. Dayne, because though 1 learned by a simple device that they had been on too familiar terms for her to remain deceived I could not be sure that she was more than suspicious of my deception. "But put yourself in her place? privy to the murder of Oscar Nagle and the plot against Mason Vance, both apparently alike successful?awaiting the return of her lover to claim the inheritance as if from the dead. Why, the surmises, doubts, fears concerning who I was and what was my purpose were enough to drive her desperate. "When you also came it must have appeared to her distraught mind that whatever the threatening complications it was better for Cousin Philip Goodhue better for her, that you should be dead. So she shot; so she doubtless believed she killed. "Where, then, did she flee so precipitately, knowing, as she must have known, that Miss Prentice had retired, absorbed in her griet; that the old servants were asleep in their remote wing: that I alone might hear the report and find your body? "To resume her proper clothing first of all. Perhaps then to notify Philip Goodhue, who must be lurking near by. Perhaps too to summon again the authorities and denounce me, an unknown, in disguise, as your murderer." "And by so doing betray herself, you think. Aim?" asked the judge. "Isn't that sure to happen, sir, when with nerve almost strained to fhe breaking point from the commission of murder, you, her vic tim, suddenly appear to disprove and denounce? V.'ait above then until the crucial moment while I go down?ah, they ore coming now, don't you hear?" Kven as Cronkite reached the central hall the front doors flew open and the sheriff of the county, with Mrs. Day tie by his side and a posse at his heels, unceremoniously entered. "There is the man now," cried Mrs. Dayne with Ida/.ing eyes and pointing linger. "1 saw him from my window spring c ut and shoot the poor judge as Im was strolling through the garden paths. 1 saw him lift up the body and bear it into the.* house, after he had looked this way and that, and was sure no one was by, 110 me had heard. "Then I ran. then I ran for you, sheriff. He has been here for no good purpose, pretending to be the cousin of mv poor dead master, as if I wouldn't 1."iniiv veil,. knows Imt it was he who murdered him t? ??. and I?y putting the judge <?nt of the way hopes to get the inheritance?" "1 am I'hilip C.oodhue, cousin of the late nsear Xagle," said Cronkite calmly as the ne n seized him. "I did bring tile judge's dead body into the house and take it to his naun: why shouldn't 1 when 1 came across it lying on the garden path? But I am innocent; I do not know how?" But just then one of the men drew the French duelling pistol from Cronkite's pocket. "There is something fishy here, Mrs. ? Dayne even more vehemently. "I swear to it; like, oh, so very like to the one ' with which my poor Mr. Nagle was ! killed. I saw it distinctly in his hand, i I swear, I swear!" "Look at it, sheriff," said Cronkite. "I have already loosened the screws. 1 By turning that one a bit the whole fake contrivance will fall apart. Ah, why of course you are an expert in i firearms." 'There is something fishy here, Mrs. Dayne," interposed the sheriff as he tossed the parts contemptuously aside. "You couldn't kill the shadow or a man with a thing like?" "I didn't kill any one, I didn't, I didn't," Mrs. Da.vne wailed wildly. "There stands the murderer, I tell you. I saw him; I did, I did. Philip, Philip where are you? "Why don't you come when these wretches won't believe, when they are trying to find out?" "Why, Mrs. Dayne, my worthy old friend," said an elderly, hard faced man, stepping in from the porch, "what is the trouble? What is the meaning, gentlemen, of all this excitement in a house of mourning, where my kinsman, Oscar Nagle, lies foully slain? I am his cousin, Philip Goodhue, just returned from abroad in time, I pray, to avenge?" "Oh, why did you come, Philip?" moaned Mrs. Dayne wi"i staring eyes. "Don't you see how they look and whisper together, these men who ought to believe an old, old woman? Don't you see how this strange man, who did kill the judge, he did, he did, is trying to catch me, to catch us? They will find out that you didn't just return, that you were? "Ah, merciful God, look, look! We are lost, we are doomed! Here comes his ghost to tell against us!" And as the judge came solemnly down the stairs as if to final judgment. Cronkite caught and held Cousin Philip Goodhue in his grasp.?New York Sun (To be Continued.) DUMB JOKERS. Animals That Exhibited a Real Sense of Humor. I am certain that some dogs have a sense of humor, said a well known known scientist lately, and It is more apparent in some breeds than in others. Does any one ever step to think, when he sees the sardonic smile on the face of a bulldog as he noses the shrinking legs of a passerby, who tries to walk along unconcernedly, that the bulldog probably enjoys the humor of the situation in his own way? 1 have seen a dog sitting in a dark doorway, paying no attention to any one who passed, till a man absorbed in thought came along. Then he rushed out unexpectedly, barking clamorously, and startled the man until he nearly fell, then trotted back and waited to have his next joke with some other unwary passerby. Here is a case of a waggish dog which I saw myself. He was a Scotch collie, and if ever a dog was a humorist a collie is. With a party of friends I was sitting on the face of a grass-grown hill, sloping down to a small lake or pond, in front of which was a beaten pathway. The collie, who had the Irish name of Harney, belonged to my brother, who was in the party, and was lying curled up at his feet. A peddler came along and, coming a little way up the hill, asked for the 4t of Mm 1n<rihf iiintr. uai iic^ nnmcvj in 111111 11*#...j, blinking in a sleepy way, and the man, when he was told the time, went down the path and sauntered along. He stopped for a minute or so and stood in a stooping position to look at something in the pond. Suddenly Barney, who had been watching him. wagged his tail, which was his custom when he had an idea. He rushed quickly down the hill and putting his forepaws on the peddler's back pushed him into the water, iarney then rushed back and lay down again before the peddler realized what had happened to him. The water was only a few feet deep, and when the man scrambled out. drenched through and wiping the water from his eyes, the look of astonishment on his face was laughable, though the whole thing was an outrage. We were all seated in the same position as we were when the man looked at us first when he asked for the time, and Barney was apparently asleep and looked as if he had not moved. Thoroughly mystified, the peddler looked at us again but could make nothing of it, and went away shaking his head. Now, if that dog was not a joker I don't know a joke. 1 generally find that mongrel dogs, when they happen to be sociable, have it keen sense of humor. An aristocratic dog with a pedigree may nave some inneriieu smartness uui has no originality. A common yellow dog, with no ancestry to speak of, who has to gain his living by his wits, could give him cards and spades at his own tric ks in two lessons. Once I took into the house, out of pity, a mongrel yellow dog who insisted on installing himself at my doorstep and always came hack, no matter how often he was chased away. I had at that time a pedigreed water spaniel, and I tried to teach him some tricks when I took him out along a unlet road at times. The yellow dog. who made friends with him, always came along and heat the water spaniel at his own tricks without training. Then he began to play tricks of his own on the spaniel. When he had a bone he looked out for his comrade, and when ho saw him loping along lie would lay the hone in his path and disappear. The spaniel always made for the hone, but the yellow dog, just as he was about to grab it, would dart from his hiding place and. seizing it, run off with it. This happened over and over again, hut the high-bred spaniel never tumbled to the joke. Y< u may laugh if you like, hut 1 once saw a jackass with a sense of humor. ,\'o, I'm not finding: I mean a real jackass. When [ was at school as a hoy in a country town the schoolmaster on a tine day would bring the pupils into the yard, where we played during recess, for a singing lesson, lie started them singing "Home. Sweet Home," one day in parts. Part of the yard was cut out of a hill, and this was faced with a stone wall, forming one of the boundaries of the yard high enough to form a parapet a few feet higher than the hill. Behind the* parapet this particular jackass stood while we were singing, his neck craned over and his ears cocked as if lie were listening to the music. The hoys had hard work to keep straight faces when ihey looked at liiin. After the class finished singing, there was unlet for a minute and the ass. opening his mouth, gave a loud "hee-haw" and galloped away. If that wasn't a joke I'm a sinner.?Tit-Bits. ittisccUiuuons grading. SOUTH CAROLINA SYNOD. Business of Annual Session Wound Up Last Friday. Newberry, October 21.?After providing for the reorganization of ita home mission system, calling on the various presbyteries to raise $12,000 for the support of this work, taking action emphasizing its position that the church should not Interfere in politics, and filling various offices, including two trusteeships of the Theological seminary, the Presbyterian Synod of South Carolina adjourned last night. It will meet in Clinton next year. The synod passed a resolution disapproving the action of the general assembly, which refused to sustain the complaint of an Alabama minister against the course of his state synod in indorsing the prohibition amendment to the constitution and calling on all church members to vote for it. The synod also adopted the proposition to retire all seminary professors at the age of 70 years, after some discussion. A provision allows the trustee to re-elect such professors if it desires to do so. A pension is also provided in case of retirement. The committee of home missions offered the following recommendations, which were adopted: 1. That Rev. G. G. Mayes of Greenville be elected superintendent of local home missions fyr the ensu'ng year. 2. That Rev. E. E. Gillespie, Yorkvllle, be elected synodical treasurer of local home missions for the next year. 3. That the presbyteries of synod raise for the sustentetion and enlargement of the work of local home missions the sum of J 12,000. At the suggestion of a special committee on ?h' reorganization of the permant... jommittees of the synod it was ordered: That the synodical committees be as follows: 1. The permanent committee on foreign missions. 2. The permanent committee on assembly's home missions. 3. The permanent committee on ministerial education and relief. 4. The permanent committee on publication and Sabbath school work. 4. The permanent committee on the Bible course. 6. The executive committee on local home missions. 7. The executive committee on schools and colleges. That these committees be consti tuieu as ioiiows: 1. On foreign missions: Rev. Alexander Sprunt, D. D., Rev. J. K. G. Fraser, D. D.. Rev. T. S. Knox, S. E. Welsh, J. C. Scott, A. T. Smythe. 2. On assembly's home missions: Rev. J. M. Holladay, D. D., Rev. Alexander Martin, Rev. C. G. Brown, G. H. O'Leary, J. E. Craig. 3. On ministerial education and relief: Rev. W. H. Fraser, D. D.; Rev. Bunyan McLeod, G. N. C. Boleman, A. P. Johnstone. 4. On publication and Sabbath school work: Rev. H. R. Murchison, Rev. J. P. Marlon, Rev. H. A. Knox, J. E. McCutcheon, Samuel Bradley. 5. On the Bible cause: Rev. T. H. Lafcv, D. D.. Rev. J. S. Watkins, D. D.; Rev. J. P. Stevenson and Elders W. H. Morton and C. R. Gaillard. 6. On local home missions: the chairman of the presbyteries' committees on home mission. 7. On the synod's committee on schools and colleges: Rev. S. C. Byrd, D. D.; Rev. T. W. Sloan. D. D.; Rev. C. T. Rankin, M. F. Ansel. G. W. Taylor. That a permanent committee on systematic beneficence be created and constituted of the chairmen of the seven committees of the synod and that this committee be called to meet for the purpose of organizing itself by the chairman of the commitee on foreign missions. . The synod adopted the following: "The synod notes with peculiar gratification the steps taken by the general assembly looking towards closer relations between our church and the Associate Reformed Presbyterian synod of the South and to assure our brethren of said church in the state of South Carolina that the Synod of South Car ouna win nan wnn joy ine nay wnen this union suggested by our assembly can be effected." Synod also adopted a resolution disapproving of the action of the last general assembly, lest it be considered a precedent for future assemblies, in its position touching the complaint of Rev. W. I. Sinnott against the synod of Alabama. The action complained against was taken during the recent prohibition canvass in that state and the synod expressed its approval of the constitutional amendment voted for, and urged the members of the Presbyterian church to vote for the adoption of this amendment. Rev. Sinnott complained against this action as against the constitution and established principles of the Presbyterian church in reference to civil legislation. The assembly did not sustain the complaint and now synod expresses its disapproval of the assembly's action, though the assembly is a higher court than the synod. When the question of electing suenessuru In lu'n Thi'oloirienl seminarv trustees, W. A. Clark of Columbia, and Rev. \V. J. McKay of Charleston came up, there was much discussion. Two others were nominated for the positions, \V. II. Townscnd of Columbia and Rev. Alexander Martin of Charleston. On a vote Mr. Townscnd and Mr. McKay were elected. Corn in Carolina.?The work done by the boys this year ought to forever stop the cry uf its being cheaper to buy corn than to make il My son's crop, although not the highest yield 1 have heard of, shows a net profit of $65 on a surveyor's measured acre. I think all of the statements are conservative as to tlie value of the pea crop and improved condition of the land, amounting to nearly half of the labor, fertilizer and rent, and the corn was every bit weighed by a disinterested committee. He is sure that next year. with favorable seasons, he ran add very materially to the yield with no more cost, by planting thicker and using different fertilizers. Eleven days' work with boy and male, making $65. means that he could have made between $200 and $200 on four acres with about 40 days' work, or a year's college expenses in less than two months' work, front March to July. Any boy of good health could, if he is willing to work, secure four or live acres of land from some farmer, and make enough to start him to college. He could do even better than the above showing, for he could pay his board and rent and fertilizer accounts with his labor for the farmer and his entire 0 production on his extra crops would be profit. The boy mentioned above will Si make on his interest in a cotton crop probably $135 more net, and very little time was lost from school to work H these two crops.?E. W. Dabbs in Sum- hf ter Item. at ? . id LAWFUL AND UNLAWFUL CLUBS. sa wl Judge Prince Construes the Law In af Respect to Clubs and Liquor. The following extract from Judge ca Prince's charge to the jury in the case of the State vs. James Calk (the test case against the Elks club) will be found Interesting by all who have given a thought to the question of the rela- va tlon of social clubs to the liquor law. re In his charge Judge Prince covered the whole question of the liquor law tit and the right of an individual to have lni liquor for personal use, rather fully, but only that part of the charge which J(> relates directly to clubs is of interest lb in this connection. P>* Judge Prince construed the law as to< follows: las "Now, I charge you as to the clubs, wi and I am glad of the opportunity to so th charge you. It is perfectly competent be to run a club according to law, and we to have whisky there, whatever you m,' w| and I may think of the immorality of the act; whether you and I may ap- soi prove from a moral standpoint of the wl act. But how is it possible? It is possible when every man orders his own liquors, gets it and keeps It in his own sol locker; where he orders his own beer st? ?if there is beer there?and keeps it himself under his own control. It is pe unlawful for a club to order liquor and co to sell it out to its members, even 1311 re^ thought it should sell it without profit. prl It is unlawful for it to sell beer there? Yo or to sell the members tickets and al- < h Hs law them to cash them on beer or 11roi quor. That is unlawful. The question (ja of whether or not a profit is made out th< of it does not enter into the transac- *Sr tion. The question is whether it is th( sold, whether sold by the entity or cor- Tv poration through its individual mem- rne hers. If a corporation has got it and agl sells It to its members, it is a violation fcjc of law, and that is all there Is about it, ap and the manager and every man who bit is a member of the club, if it is sold according to the rules of the club,? etj every' man who is a member of it is wll guilty of a violation of law, and it 111' . . sh? doesn't make any difference whether ^ f. high or low, rich or poor, every man that is connected with dealing with sir liquor or beer there is guilty. Now, it is perfectly competent for you to be a j.lt, member of any club?social club, buy elo your own liquor, put it in your own ' locker and drink it there when you . *' please. I do not consider that a viola- wa tion of law, because, as argued by Ho counsel, that is the same as having it wo in your home and drinking it there; H 8 that is your place, but you can't buy i by the club and distribute it to the ses members who call for it. That is a sale, even though you don't make any col profit. That Is a sale. I charge you exj thai no club has any more right to sell cri liquor than an individual has?it has ^ no right to buy it and distribute it sel amongst its members, and if that is tio \that these clubs do, however noble *eJ ed their members may be, they are violat- on( ing the law?everybody connected with in i it. Tf the club is doing it according rur to its rules and by-laws, every man that is a member of the club is guilty, on< and the manager or agents having the I active management of the matter are w'?. .. ? . citi guilty.?Sumter Item. bee , ^ , er A Numerous Indian. A member of the Canadian mount- me ed police tells a good story of the dri cleverness of an Indian. One snowy morning a band of Crees awoke to Qfl| find that about a dozen of their ponies ket had been stolen during the night. Kar Pursuit was immediately organized, *nr 0 <1S and in the course of an hour the trail we( was struck. The band followed It for thirty miles or more, till it entered a river, and headed for a llttlo wood- jluc ed Island. g,v Smoke was rising from the trees, thii and an opening, apparently the mouth of a cave, was in plain view. Pres- chtl ently a Piegan Indian showed him- C -- - - . - t,_ ...?? tha sen in front or tne opening. no wua in war-paint, and at his heels was a dog. frei Pretty soon the dog scented the the Crees, who were lying low, and began growling and barking. The Piegan j^ni looked up, glanced about him a mo- in ment. and then instantly entered the cave. In about fen seconds another Piegan came round the rocks and also went in; then another, and another, \\'I and another. The Crees lay silently In the bushes, counting, till upward ^ of fifty Piegans had come round the rocks and gone into the cave, and ON still they kept coming. Each carried a riile. rini When at last seventy men had dis- hea appeared in the cave, the superstl- nea tious and cautious Crees concluded one that the evil spirit had something to est do with it. So thoroughly were they I filed with this idea that even when a d reenforcements arrived, which was in day a few hours, they were reluctant to of i attack the island. of That night, however, one Cree, less credulous than the others, crossed "th over the Ice to investigate. On ap- the preaching the supposed cave, he and found that it was no cave at all. but san simply an opening leading some ten hig feet into the rocK. wnere 11 maae ;t turn and came <>ut on the other side, the There was the remnant of a single campfire, the ponies were gone, and stai not an Indian was in sight. The tow clever Piegan thief by making the live circuit of the passage and the end of ?toi the island seventy times had so de- dov celved his pursuers as to gain the oth time necessary for his escape.? eno Youth's Companion. Ketl , m scai Why She Was Scared.?A special to the Augusta Chronicle, describing the wal fearful wreck and death in the head-on tow collision near McCormick recently, says: "The greatest cry of pain, and |.,,j claim of injury, was put up by a ne- a li gro woman, Jenny Payne of Green- !l ' wood. She was supposed to he badly wjS( injured, and had a large grip, of which othi she took much care during the whole Htoi time. She was in the car next to the ' baggage car, and her car was hurt so \yi.r little that less than $5 repaired it. and waj was on another trip to Greenwood last t,''_ night. When an examination was made * of her and her baggage to gain some self identification of her, the grip was opened and found to be full of bottled n liquor. She was proved to lie hurt ,.l( about the least of all, and is thought met to have been more scared at having Iu<i her liquor discovered than at anything ^ else." t.r LD GAMBLING DAYS OF NEVAD t , Tenuous Times Made Immortal Bret Harte and Mark Twain. The melancholy spirits of Ja amlln and John Oakhurst must ha vered over the tables as the last ca fare was dealt In Carson City on t ght of September 30. They looked rdonlcally, no doubt, as the roulet heel spun for the last time. Lo; ter gambling has been forgotten irson City?If such a consummatf n be conceived?"Mr. Hamlin" ai lr. Oakhurst" will be remember delighted readers of Harte. For the first time in more than ht century, the gambling places of N da have been closed by the law. cent net of the legislature went in 'ect on October 1, and the authoi s talked as though they meant bu ?ss. At the time when the Jeffrie hnson prize tight found refuge at state the newspaper editors ai eachers throughout the country t ak the occasion to drag out their a se3 and rediscover Nevada; then ite editorials and sermons sayii at its admission to the Union hs en a mistake. One newspaper ev< nt so far as to suggest that, ina iich as Nevada seemed perfect lling to take care of prize fights ai /orces, it should be set aside as rt of national "Tenderloin." iich all the vices which every oth ite prohibited might be freely a \ed in segregation. Whether the Nevada legislature f? me such aspersions coming to ti ite, and decided to reform, c lether it was merely getting in ill th the abolishment of gambling, e cially race-track gambling, tl untry over, deponent sayeth no t, whatever the motive, the act rolutlonary, as much so as when re Ize fighting was abolished in Ne rk. For the Nevada gambler is aracter In literature, and Br trte was his prophet. And the su andings of the Nevada gambler, rson City and the mining camps i i Sierras, have been made famous I et Harte and Mark Twain. Beards were largely in fashion j n?u. lll?.i.?nn?? In Mat )se uuys. i iic iiiu.-iii au'ins main's "Roughing It," show most in with long, shaggy chin appen< as. Safety razors had not been ii ited, and the men of the mining n ins were not so particular of the pearance. But not so with the gan ir. He wore a clean-shaven chl j a black mustache. It was part < calling to be neat. Jane, the hi girl, at John Ryland's ranch, wi lling to go a long errand throug : rain to oblige Jack Hamlin; an ? asked bitterly of Rylands, aft< ?. Rylands had sent Hamlin awaj 'Did she tell you that the pot anger was young and pretty face* h black mustaches? That his stoi thes must have cost a fortin, saj : nothing of his gold-lined, broac th sarrapper?" Vnd it was Oakhurst who put *ry beautifully embroidered ladie ndkerchlef into the collection thi s taken up when the "Luck t aring Camp" had come into th rid and stood sorely in need of f icial support in lieu of the pos sion of a mother. They were audacious and self-poi ised, ready to return winnings to son who could not afford to los t unredenting toward the ones wh lid. Like most persons of world! jerience, they had a scorn of hype sy or an undue zeal to observe th tward forms of righteousnes ese gamblers never drank, therr ves, at least not in the semifictl us tales of Bret Harte. It "intei ed with a profession which requii coolness, impressiveness, and pres ;e of mind." Yet the gamblers fe the classifications of those who wet 1 out of town whenever a spasm ( tue struck it. Mr. Oakhurst?h the embroidered handerchief?wa 1 of the outcasts of Poker Flat. Jntll the virtue spasm, the gamble uld be high In the esteem of th zens. When their temper ha >n aroused by horse thefts and oth lawlessness, they would have ise-cleaning and ship the gamble of town in company with the wc n of doubtful character and sue inkards and thieves as had escap hanging. * q enmnnnV thflt Ml khurst proceeded when he left Pc Flat. Oakhurst expounded th nbler'a theory of chance to "Th locent of Sandy Bar" on that oc Ion, apropos having "often been ek without sleep." Doing what?" asked the Innocen Poker!" replied Oakhurst. "Whe nan gets a streak of luck?nigge k?he don't get tired. The luc es in first. Luck is a mighty quee ng. All you know about It for cer l is that it's bound to change. An finding out when it's going t mge that makes you." Oakhurst behaved like a man o t ill-fated expedition, and died lik ! after he found that all his at lpts to save his companions fror pzing were futile. At the head o gulch on one of the largest pin es, they found the deuce of club ned to the bark with a bowl fe. It bore the following, writte pencil, in a firm hand: BENEATH THIS TREE LIES THE BODY OF JOHN OAKHURST, IO STRUCK A STREAK OF BA1 LUCK THE 23d OF NOVEMBER, 185( AND HANDED IN HIS CHECKS THE 8th OF DECEMBER, 185C And pulseless and cold, with a Der ger by his side mid a bullet in ni .i t. though still calm as In life, be ,th the snow lay he who was a e the strongest and yet the weak of the outcasts of Poker Flat." n "F ughing It" Mark Twain give escription of Carson City in the ol< s, and it may be taken as typica the country in which the gambler those days worked. In Nevada for a time," he say? e lawyer, the editor, the banker chief desperado, the chief gamble I the saloon keeper occupied tin le level in society, and it was th best." 'wain tells of his introduction t< Nevada capital as follows: We arrived, disembarked and th< ?e went on. It was a 'wooden n: its streets consisted of four o blocks of little white franv es. which were too high to si rn on, but not too high for variou er purposes; in fact, hardly higl ugh. They were packed close to her. side by side, as if room wer rce in that mighty plain. The side k was of boards that were more o : loose and inclined to rattle whei ked upon. In the middle of th< n. opposite the stores, was th< iza' which is native to all town ond the Itocky Mountains?i re. unfenced, level vacancy, wltl berty pole in it. and very useful a dace for public auctions. hors< les and mass meetings, and like t* for teamsters to camp in. Twi ?r sides of the plaza were faced b; ex. offices and stables. The res 'arson City was pretty scattering We were introduced to several cit is at the stage olHce and on tin up to the governor's from the ho ?among others, to a Mr. Harris > was on horseback: he begun ti something but interrupted hint with the remark: 'I'll have to get you to excuse tin tinute: yonder is the witness tha te I helped to rob the Californh ch?a piece of impertinent inter Idling, sir. for 1 am not even ac inted with the man.' Then he rode over and began t< tike the stranger with a six-shoot and the stranger began to explair iA. with another. When the pistols were emptied the stranger resumed his c work (mending a whip lash), and Mr. * Harris rode by with a polite nod, homeward bound, with a bullet ck through one of his lungs and several ve in his hips, and from them issued llt. tie rivulets of blood that coursed down r(1 the horse's sides and made the animal he look quite picturesque, jn "We found the state palace of the te governor of Nevada territory to consist of a white frame one-story house, with two small rooms in it, and a in stanchion-supported shed in front for l)n grandeur; it compelled the respect of . the citizen and inspired the Indians 11 v ith awe. The newly-arrived chief ed and associate Justices of the territory and other machinery of the government were domiciled with less splendor. They were boarded around prle" vately, and had their offices In their A bed-rooms." to Lest the reader should gather from . this that the inhabitants of Nevada had nothing worth gambling away, s- the following passage from "Roughing It" is worthy of attention: s. "There were nabobs in those days? in the flush times, I mean. Every 1,1 rich strike in the mines created one id or two. I call to mind several of I these. They were careless, easy-golng fellows, as a general thing, and the community at large was as much t? benefited by their riches as they were ig themselves?possibly more in some cases. "Two cousins, teamsters, did some 2,1 hauling for a man. and had to take a s- small segregated portion of a sliver ly mine in lieu of J300 cash. They gave id an outsider a third to open the mine, a and they went on teaming. But not in long. Ten months afterward the er mine was out of debt and paying each tl- owner $8,000 to $10,000 a month? say $100,000 a year. 'It "One of the earliest nabobs that ae Nevada was delivered of wore $6,000 ir, worth of diamonds In his bosom, and ae swore he was unhappy because he s- could not spend his money as fast as le he made It. it; "Another Nevada nabob boasted an is Income that often reached $16,000 a al month, and he used to love to tell how w he had worked in the very mine that a yielded it, for $5 a day, when he first et came to the country, r- "The silver and sage-brush state in has knowledge of another of these pets of of fortune?lifted from actual pover>y ty to affluence almost in a single night?who was able to offer $100.ln 000 for a position of high official dis k tinctlon, shortly afterward, and did ly offer it?but failed to get it, his polli tics being as sound as his bank aci count. e- "Then there was John Smith. He lr was a good, honest, kind-hearted soul, i- born and reared in the lower ranks of In life, and miraculously Ignorant. He sf drove a team and owned a small r- ranch?a ranch that paid him a comia fortable living, for although It yielded ;h but little hay, what little it did yield !d was worth from *25l> to ?3uu in goia ?r per ton in the market. Presently f\ Smith traded a few acres of the ranch >r for a small undeveloped silver mine J, in Gold Hill. He opened the mine 'e and built a little unpretending tenr. stamp mill. Eighteen months afterj ward he retired from the hay business, for his mining income had reacha ed a most comfortable figure. Some s* people said it was $30,000 a month it and others said it was $60,000. Smith ,1 was very rich, at any rate. le "And then he went to Europe and i- travelled. And when he came back j. he was never tired of telling about the fine hogs he had seen in England j. and the gorgeous sheep he had seen in a Spain, and the fine cattle he had noet ticed in the vicinity of Rome. He was l0' full of the wonders of the old world, ly and advised everybody to travel. He said a man never imagined what surie prising things there were in the world s. till he had travelled. "A youth of 19, who was a tele[_ graph operator in Virginia on a sal _ ary of $100 a month, and who, when . he could not make out German names j. in the list of San Francisco steamer 1) arrivals, used to ingeniously select and e supply substitutes for them out of an >f old Berlin city directory, made himself ie rich by watching the mining telegrams ia that passed through his hands and buying and selling stocks accordingly, >r through a friend in San Francisco, e Once, when a private dispatch was (j sent from Virginia announcing a rich strike In a prominent mine and advisa ing the matter be kept secret till a !r large amount of the stock could be secured, he bought forty 'feet' of the h stock at $20 a foot, and afterward sold half of it at $800 a foot and the rest at double that figure. Within r. three months he was worth $150,000 and had resigned his telegraphic poe sition. e "But why go on? The traditions of .. Silverland are filled with instances a like these, and I would never get through enumerating them were I to t attempt to do it."?New York Evenn Ing Post. r ? ? k CARRIED OFF BY A LION. r j Thrilling Experience of a Ranger In o the Transvaal. n Two men at least have given accounts of their sensations when they were carried off by lions?the great |T explorer Livingstone and a man name ed Wolhuter, a ranger of game preserves in the Transvaal. Wolhuter's lS adventure is not secondary in interest ~ r.ivinestnne's exDerience. His story, n which was attested by the certificate of the magistrate of the district, was substantially as follows: He was riding along a Kafir path about an hour after sunset. It had been a long march, and he had pushed on ahead of his companions. His dog 0 barked at something, and a moment later Wolhuter saw a lion crouching ' close to him on the right hand side. The ranger turned his horse sharply, a circumstance that no doubt caused ' the lion to miss the spring. Wolhuter was unseated. At the s same moment he saw another lion - coming from the opposite direction, t The horse rushed off, with the first - lion in pursuit, and the second lion picked Wolhuter up almost before he s touched the ground and gripped him d by the right shoulder in such a posi1 tion that he was face up, with his legs s and body dragging underneath the beast. The lion trotted down the path uttering a loud, growling, purring \ noise. r Wolhuter's sensations were riot those e of Livingstone, who said he was in a e state of apathy, with entire absence of pain during the time the lion had a him. The game ranger suffered terribly. both mentally and physically, and e saw no possible way of escape. The i' lion took him nearly 200 yards.r Suddenly Wolhuter bethought him e of his sheath knife, which he carried t in his belt behind his right hip. On s reaching a large tree with overhangi ing roots the lion stopped, whereupon - Wolhuter stabbed him twice in the e side with his left hand. It was ascer mined afterward that the first stab r touched the bottom of the heart and i that the second one slit it down for e some distance. e The lion immediately dropped Wols huter. and again the game ranger 1- ' ? Ul.. ?! ?*?% t U ron t I Sirui'K mm, una uun; ill uic u?ubi, i severing an artery, s The lion jumped back and stood face lug him, growling. Wolhuter scrum bled to his feet, shouting at the top of J his lungs. He expected the beast to V come at him again, but it did not. Int stead, it turned slowly and, still growl!. lug. went a few paces. Soon its growls - turned to moans. These. In turn, i* ceased, and the ranger knew that the - beast was then dead. Wolhuter got up the tree as fast as > his injured arm would permit, and - hardly was he seated when the first lion, which had been after the horse, * came back on the trail of blood. By t this time the plucky ranger was so i faint that he tied himself to the tree - to prevent himself front falling out. He was found by his companions, who took him to a place of safety. ? The lion he killed was an old malt, and - the weapon used was an ordinary t sheath knife.?New York Tribune.