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ISSUED SEMI-WEEKLY. l. a. 0RI3I-S soys, Publisher., j % ^amitg Unrspapei(: ,^or th$ promotion of lhi| political, Social, ^jrieultural and Commercial Interests of the geoji^. i C^?""CE ESTABLISH ED 185JL YORKVILLE, S.C.7FRfDAY, J A'N UARY17^1913. JsTQ. 5. ? THE A | By ETTA ? ? CHAPTER XI. A black night, wild and eerie! a black sea beating upon the coast of ferny Lincolnshire, and a sky without a star, but full of wind gusts that came and went and moaned and raved like spir**" 5 nit us escapeu xi viii we ,? The London train was due at Deepmoor station in just five minutes and a half. One or two officials moved expectantly about the platform, and outside a close carriage, expectant also, waited in the storm that whistled along the telegraph wires overhead, and flared the porter's lantern fitfully. Hark! A distant engine shrieks? the train is coming. Panting and puffing, it rushes into Deepmoor station. Only one passenger alights?a little, withered man in a gray wig, with a gray coat buttoned up to his chin. A hand-bag is his only luggage. The guard bangs to the door, the engine screams anew, and off goes the train again into the gruesome, windy night. The little gray man crosses the platform to the close carriage. Its driver, waiting beside it, touches his hat. "Good-evening, Harris?how is Sir Godfrey tonight?" says the man. "Poorly, sir, poorly, and anxious? very?to see you, sir," answers the servant. "It's a good kind of anxiety, I think ?he'll be the better for it," mutters the gray passenger, and he flings himself into the comfortable carriage, which turns straightway from Deepmoor station, and rolls off into the darkness. For a mile or more Harris guides his spirited horses along a rain-drenched road on either side of which green hedge rows and broad acres lay soaking under the wild, wet sky, and finally approaches a wall, black with masses of ivy, and surmounted by waving * * ? era to atnnrin onen there tl CC0> *? v*i k>? ??? ? in, and through it goes the carriage, crunching along the wet gravel of a drive, under t\v> rows of magnificent copper beeches. In the darkness the noble park of Deepmoor cannot be seen but the little man in the vehicle knows well the treasures inclosed in its neighboring palings?noble timber and bosky del s, fern and bracken, frisky hares, winged game and red deer?yea, he knows the value,of every foot of ground belonging to this rich Lincolnshire manor, for he is Sir Godfrey Arbuckle's family solicitor?Mr. Peter Finch, of London. The carriage stops before a gray stone house, with gables and turrets and twisted chimneys?a grand and ancient mansion, kept, evidently, with great care. Mr. Finch alights, and tries his hand at the big brass knocker. A servant in livery opens the door| and conducts the visitor into an oak | parlor, where a brisk fire is blazing, and says: "Sir Godfrey is in his bedchamber. You're to be shown up to him as soon as you've refreshed yourself, sir." Mr. Finch is thin of flesh and blood, I and he moves up to the fire, rejoicing in the prospect of refreshment. Directly an old butler brings in a tray, garnished with a cold chicken, a game pie and a bottle of wine. Mr. Finch regales his inner man, and then prepares to ascend to Sir Godfrey's chamber. Up a broad, shallow-stepped stair he n'oifo nf the servant, and across a corridor, where the latter opens a black oak door, hung on huge brass, chevron-shaped hinges, and ushers the London lawyer into the baronet's presence. It is a large, square room, paneled in oak and made bright with wax lights and an open fire which burns gayly on a hearth of Dutch tiles. The carved Norman bed, of black oak also, and two centuries o:d, at the very least, is covered with a flowered silk counterpane. The windows are draped with curtains of the same. The big chairs are clawfooted, straight-backed; the floor is bare, save for strips of bright carpet laid here and there; a brassbound chest o? drawers stands in a corner, and in an arm-chair before the fire, sits Sir Godfrey himself?a tall, cadaverous man. wasted to a skeleton, and wrapped in a woolen dressing gown. On his right side a big mastiff is stretched; on his left a couple of superb hounds; these brutes lift their heads quickly at the opening of the brass-hinged door, but, recognizing the intruder, make no sound. "How do you find yourself tonight, my lord?" says Mr. Finch, taking the big. gaunt hand which the baronet holds out, and .in the grasp of which his own fingers are quite lost. "Better, I hope. There's strength in your grip yet," The baronet Is a man past fifty, - - * J rheavy-ieaturea, uig-uuiieu, uiuiauusome?the Arbuckles of Lincolnshire were never a comely race. He had red hair, with streaks of gray in it; blue eyes, bitter and sad; a rugged, unyielding mouth and a lool. of intense suffering, mental as well as physical. Sir Godfrey is diseased in mind as well as body, "My days are numbered, Finch," he says wearily. "Sit down. Thank God you are come! I want to talk to you." The servant goes out and leaves the two together. Mr. Finch draws a c!aw-footed chair to the hearth opposite the baronet. Not a sound can be heard but the rain on the pane and the wind moaning round the gables and twisted chimneys. "How still the old house seems?eh, Finch?" shivers the baronet. "Yes." sighs Mr. Finch. "My God! It was different when the lads were here?there was racketing enough then. Three strong, bright boys, all dead. Finch?not one left! If I had Just one to lay me In the grave and wear the name after me I would not complain. I swear to you. my heart, Finch, when the last two went? drowned almost before my eyes. 1 haven't lived since that day. Even though I should drag on like this for ten. twenty thirty years to come, I onuav roallu llvp fliTnin." Be calm, sir," says Mr. Finch, and he turns his eyes compassionately from the great, bony figure writhing in the torment of recollection?from the cadaverous face, on which the sweat of agony starts out. "It was a mysterious dispensation. You have been greatly afflicted, hut let us all try to he resigned to the will of Providence, my lord. May I ask for what purpose you have summoned me to Deepmoore tonight?" Sir Godfrey looks fixedly at his lawyer. "I want to talk with you about my heir." he answers. "You mean"?begins Mr. Finch warily. and then pauses. "I mean the child of Robert Arbuckle and that?that?waiting-maid!" Mr. Finch coughs, but does not yet venture to sneak. The firelight flashes up on the black oak and polished brass of the chamber and over the gaunt, weak figure in the arm-chair left in the midst of his ancestral grandeur, like a blasted tree from which all the fair young shoots have been lopped away. "Who else should I mean?" he demands. half fiercely. "We both know ?do we not??that Rob's child is the last Arhuckle left on earth, now that my bright, brave three are gone. Good God! perhaps he's not left?perhaps the doom of the family has overtaken him. too?perhaps he died years ago, Finch!" "I trust not?I hope not," says Mr. Finch; "at any rate, we had better think of him as living, until we learn something to the contrary. Am I to understand, Sir Godfrey, that you have \N COUNTESS | V. PIERCE. I f | decided to acknowledge him?to make him your legal heir?" "Exactly. You guessed as much when you received my message, did you not? Deepmoor is by entail, and all 1 my other possessions shall go with it? so help me God! Come, I cannot afford to lose a moment?how do I know when I may die??this very night, perhaps. Mark you, I haven't forgotten Rob's folly?I haven't forgiven him for the disgrace he brought on an old and honored name; but do you think I want to cheat the boy out of his birthright? Do you think I will have my money divided among a brood of spinsters who haven't three drops of Arbuckle blood in their veins?I mean these Scotch cousins of mine who are waiting and longing for my death? No. Whatever Rob's faults were, his child, and no other, shall come in when I go out. Draw up the will immediately, and let me sign it before I sleep. Sleep? I'll never sleep again, Finch, till this matter is settled." He is shaking with excitement now and he looks so deadly ill that Mr. Finch is frightened. The family solicitor of the Arbuckles knows well their tragic history. He is familiar with the story of the prodigal Robert as withhis own name. Plainly Sir Godfrey's end is drawing nigh, and whatever is to be done for that prodigal's son must be done quickly. "I am glad of this." he says; "it does you credit, Sir Godfrey. Mr. Robert was a little wild in his time, it is true, but he was your father's son, and a good fellow at heart. I rejoice that you mean to act justly toward his son, who certainly never did any harm to you or yours. We will not lose a moment." He draws up a table near the baronet and opens his handbag. He has come prepared for this emergency, for f since the death of Sir Godfrey's sons? one by fever and two by drowning, a few weeks before?Mr. Finch's prophetic heart has daily told him that he might expect to be summoned to Deepmoor at any moment upon this very matter. Carefully he writes the will which gives to the child of Robert Arbuckle and to the heirs of his body forever a goodly manor in Essex, a town house in London?Deepmoor will be his by entail?rich deposits in the public funds, and all the wealth which Sir Godfrey, a parsimonious man, had hoarded through long yearS for his lost sons. Before the document is ready the physician from Deepmoor village is shown up. He and Sir Godfrey's housekeeper witness the signing of the will. "Thank God! it is over," gasps the baronet, throwing down the pen with which he had affixed his name to the paper. "Now put me to bed." They do so, for he is ready to fall from his chair. The village physician gives him a cordial and he gois away. Mr. Finch, who is to remain at Deepmoor till the morrow, is again alone with the sick man. Haggard and exhausted he lies upon his high Norman bed. and the dogs, whining uneasily, reach up to the counterpane and lick nis nerveless g hands. He pats their heads and mut- s ters: "We are all that's left?all?the 1 poor brutes and I!" Then he signs for t Mr. Finch to approach. "There's but one thing more for you r to do Finch," he says, with determlna- s tion. "What is that?" asks the lawyer. p "You have a clue to the boy's whereabouts, eh?" e "Yes." j "Then go and find him, Finch, and y bring him to me. Do you want me ti t die without kith or kin beside me? r with none of my own race to close my g eyes?" "God forbid! but, Sir Godfrey"? g "No buts?I will not listen to them, 1 I'm an arbitrary man; I like to be t obeyed without objections. You shall s go in search of my heir and bring him J to Deepmoor at once. You are a man ( of courage and judgment and perse- c verance. Mr. Finch, so the task does r not frighten you, I hope. I want him g ?I want to see what sort of a man it is who is to be the next baronet?who is to rule next at Deepmoor; I want to ( look once on the face of my successor t and Rob's son. Come, I will trust no r one but you in this matter?for you t will make no mistakes?you will tor- 1 ment me with no unnecessary delays, j You must start on your quest tomor- t row." g "Tomorrow!" "Not a word. Death will not wail i your pleasure nor mine. It's a matter or necessity?not cnuice. i ne ruau iu s America is a long one, and even with the best of luck you cannot return to England before five or six weeks. Tomorrow. Finch; I cannot give you a day longer. Will you go or not?" Mr. Finch deliberates. The fire snaps on the brass andirons, the rain breaks on the windows and ratths in gusts against the guides. He rises up, at last, and pushes back his chair resolutely. "I will go, Sir Godfrey! I will start tomorrow, as you wish. God willing, you shall see your nephew before you die. I will bring the hi ir of Deepmoor to his inheritance if he Is to he found anywhere on the face of the civilized earth!" CHAPTER XII. More About Bee. Flat upon the grassy Newport cliffs sat Beatrix Sardis. sunning herself like a snake and chatting with a group of children whose acquaintance she had made while their French bonne was tlirting with a male friend hard by. All children loved Bee. Thi se strange young folks hung about her now like little flies about a drop of honey. Their striped stockings and gay little dresses fluttered out on the sea wind, thi ir shrill treble mingled with the dreamy beat of the waves at the base of the cliffs. Recklessly they poured their choicest secrets into Miss Cardis's ear. "Have you got any lovers?" queried Phil, the only boy of the party, peering V?r?r? f. i I r cniintPMaTlPP with Pfllm effrontery: "mamma has lots of them. ! I tell you papa was mad because she ' danced so much at the hop last night. ] Didn't he swear, though? You bet! i He said she should leave Newport if she didn't stop flirting?said it was un- < bearable?said he wouldn't stand for i it, anyway." "You must not toll such things. Phil- 1 lp," said Bee, gravely, checking the i young man's confidence: "your mam- 1 ma would not like it. Are these little 1 girls your sisters?" "No?cousins," answered Phil, con- 1 temptuousl.v; "who cares for girls?? i they are no good. Uncle Jack kissed I Miss Carrol in the parlor this morning 1 ?I saw him. I'm going to tell mamma. 1 Won't she be wild? Miss Carrol is the governess, and mamma wants Uncle i Jack to marry an heiress, because he's j neck and ears in debt, she says and has to borrow money of papa." "You dreadful boy! go away and play while I talk to your little cousins." said Bee. severely. He went. Bee gathered around her < on the grass the crimped hair and ! striped stockings and gay little dresses ] of the rest of the party, and was just making ready to tell them a pretty < fairy tale, when a b!ood-curdling yell 1 brought her speedily to her feet. She caught one glimpse of Phil, hanging ? with both hands over the edge of the < cliff that fell down?sheer down, she i knew not how many feet, to the waves 1 below. His straw hat had fallen off, i his blue eyes were starting from h head with terror. With a scream, Bee flew to his re cue. He was a strong boy and a hea one, an as she leaned down to him I grasped her so desperately that s! was In a fair way to tumble headloi with him over the verge?she mig have done so, in fact, had not a stroi arm caught her suddenly from behii and drawn her and the terrible PI with her, away from the perilous brln "Good heaven! how very careless said the voice of Eric Saxe. "To who docs this young savage belong?" Bee shook out the folds of her dres which Phil had rumpled in his air little hands. "You seem to be always near wher need help," she gasned. "Take him his bonne, please?that woman comii yonder?take all of them! I dare n keep them a moment longer." Mr. Saxe obeyed, then returned ai - J LI. V^rxAm, #..11 ?ireit'IHfU 1119 IiailUOUlllC UUUJ 1U11 ICllg upon the grass near Bee. She was n a bad picture, even for his artist eye scan, in her dress of fresh linen, gai nished with violet ribbons, her blon< hair gathered in an immense girlis plait and surmounted by a charmlr Sainsborough hat. "Are you alone?" he asked, in son surprise. "No; Miss Vann is sketching som< where near," answered Bee, digging little grave in the grass with the tip < her parasol. "She is an inspired moc this morning, and I feared my present might disturb. So I sat down her an made the acquaintance of the childrei [f I ever lose my fortune I shall tur nursery governess?it is my forte, think." He regarded her with a droll expres don, but did not speak. "Have you ever seen Miss Vann Jtudio?" queried Bee, demurely, "an ner pictures?" Eric Saxe grew grave. "Yes. You know the last inflrmit )f noble minds is ambition. Mis Mann's friends rarely speak of h< naintings but they talk with enthusl ism of her champagne breakfasts, h< Jinner parties, her large charities, an ler generous heart. Will you let rr tell you what she once did for a? nerson whom I know well?a youn 'ellow who came to New York n< many years ago to study art?" "I shall be delighted to hear," replie 3ee, with a premonition of what ws :oming. "He was penniless, friendless? itranger in a strange land," said Erl Saxe, his voice growing fervent and lash of color mounting to his dar :heek. "His sole possessions wei some old family valuables and a fa imount of pluck and endurance. Wit hese he made a tolerably bold fig! or a time, but the struggle was to jnequal. A day came when he la lown, vanquished, in his miserable at ic, never, as he thought, to rise agan "It chanced that a specimen of hi vork?a crayon portrait?had falle nto Miss Vann's hands; that sh iad learned something of the artist listory. Waking out of a delirium, th joor wretch saw a woman entering hi rarret door. Never on this side of th rrave will he forget the sight! Saw ace bending over him, full of ur tpeakable kindness and pity?heard mice calling him back to life and hopi rhe form, the face, the voice, belong d to Charlotte Vann. She snatche he sick man from death itself. Sh >rovided for his wants and his futur itudies; she found him friends; sh aid him under a debt of gratitud vhich he can never, never hope to re >ay. Society may smile at her whim >ut a nobler woman does not live, nc >ne more full of generous impu!sesJod bless her." Bee knew well enough story he ha old. She remembered what Miss Van iad said to her in the studio at th ilia. She dared not speak, but sc razing straight down the cliff, with luspicious moisture fringing her Ion ashes, and her heart warming greatl oward Charlotte Vann, Eric Saxe looked at her closely for noment, then abruptly changed th inhtert "May I ask you how you like New >ort?" he said, cheerfully. "Very much," answered Bee, bright 'ning also; "only I am not 'out' ye 'ou know. I cannot go with Mit /ann to garden parties or hops or t he grand dinners and the entertain nent8 at the villas of her friends?m ruardian has forbidden it." "What a trial to the patience of rirl who is longing to throw herse leadlong into whirlpool of dissipa ion!" said Mr. Saxe, with a provokin imile. "In a year from this date, Mis Sardis you will not know yoursel Dnce let that despot, Society, get hoi >f you, and, like the old woman in th lursery rhyme, you will soon begin t isk if I be I." Bee shook her blonde head. "No. I mean to dance and dress an line and be merry, but I do not mea o change. I am of a very conservativ rnture?not half so easily influenced a he majority of gir!s. I mean I do as ike, in spite of society?in spite < ^unt Amelia, too; though no doubt yo hink that declaration very naught ind bold." "Very!" said Mr. Saxe, with sevei ty. Bee colored, but went on, with short little laugh. "Like the father of his country, an't tell a lie. I am not In love wit iny of my relatives, always exceptin inp" as her thouehts flew auickly 1 Sthel. "As for Aunt Amerla, she ike that titled Frenchman who moc sstly remarked to a friend 'I nevt mew any person but myself who W? ilways quite right in everything.' Tt Sardis family is eminently aristocrati jlebian l>lood. My fortune was mac n the pork-packing business. Poor pc ja squandered his fortune early in 111 --he was a little wild, I fear?and wei vest and married the daughter of a ric jork dealer. I mean to adopt for rrest a pig's head on a field of azur How delightful it would be! Aui \melia would go wild with rage." Her dimpled, wild-rose face was fu >f mischief. She laughed out gayly ? she met Eric Saxe's dark eyes. "How shocked, you look!" she said "How shocked I feel!" he answere ivith mock gravity. And at that mt nent footsteps echoed on the cliffs b( find them. Bee glanced up and sa Miss Vann approaching, attended t Baron Strozzi, and followed by a sei rant tugging a big sketch book. The baron stuck his glass into h ?>*e and stared hard at the pair; bu strange to say, Miss Vann appeared I rind nothing alarming in the sight < two good looking young people tete-? tete in the sunshine on the romant Newport cliffs. "Ah, I have some delicious sketct ?s!" she c ried. "The shore and the st this morning fill me with what Tenn> *on calls 'divine despair.' My det Beatrix, it is well that you have a corr plexion that nothing can harm. E not you find this sun rather warm?" The baron bowed deeply to Be coldly and distantly to Erie Saxe. wl returned his salutation in kind. "Pray come home with us to lunc Eric" said Miss Vann; but the your artist excused himself politely, liftc his hat to the ladies, and departed I the direction of the beach. The baron escorted the two to Mil Vann's carriage, which was waitir not far away. As he assisted Bee I he gave her a long, bold look, pressc her hand gently and lifted it to h lips. "How happy I am to meet yc again!" he murmured?"you of whoi I think all ze day and all ze night." She snatched her slim fingers quid !y front him. "I wish you would not!" she flashec 'I do not like it." The carriage clattered away to tl villa. From the journal which Beatr Sardis kept during her stay at Nev port, the following extracts are mad< August 10.?I wish Eric Saxe had a< cepted Miss Vann's invitation to lunc It was immense. Madame Vann boxc the ears of the servant in waiting b< cause he happened to step on the ta rtf her lap-dog?a ringing box. too, ths made my own auricular nerves ting In sympathy. Madame's peculiarith are less agreeable than her daughter' ils She grumbled at every dish In the menu, yet ate of them all like a cors morant. Her youthful toilets and girlvy Ish ways contrast oddly with her gray he hair and yellow wrinkles, which no he artifice can wholly conceal, and she rig has the temper of a Jezebel, ht "You have money, so,, I dare say. ng you will pass for a beauty," she said id to me?a left-handed compliment, inlil deed. Then she began to talk of ik. guardy. "What alls the man?" she de!" manded, resentfully. "He looks like a m person who carries a disagreeable secret. Has he met with any losses 58 lately?" ty "I really do not know," I answered. "No, of course not. He would not 11 babble of anything important to a to bread-and-butter miss like you. Culicr I lf-n la verv secretive: he rarelv sDeaks ot of his private affairs?for the reason, perhaps, that they cannot bear too id close an inspection." th Spiteful old creature! ot "Secrecy Is a commendable trait," to said I; "I detest people who are like r- sieves." Ie Miss Vann pays no heed whatever to sh madame's ways or conversation. Inig deed, mother and daughter mind each other the least of any people I ever ie saw in my life, and because of this very fact, I suppose, they manage to live in peace and harmony, a Baron Strozzi dined with us?ugh! af He sat next me at the table, swarthy id of visage, offensive of manner, with a ;e rosebud in the buttonhole of his eleid gant coat and a most unpleasant smile n. upon his lips. How can people of taste n and sense admire this man? Why is it I that "I, only I," behold flaws in the ( Koh-i-noor of Newport's society I . 3- tried to fix my attention upon the gor- ' geous plate and Sevres of the table, , s upon" the dress of sulphur-colored sat- ! id in which Madame Vann wore, upon the J hothouse flowers and epergne, of frost- ( ed silver, running over with the richly est and blackest of grapes. But no! I , 3*s could see nothing but that hateful face ; ?r and abominable smile. Persistently he j [. babbled in my ears. ;r "Ze women of your country are won- ( d derful creatures. They haf ze wit and ie vivacity of ze French and ze beauty of a all other nations in one. They haf tact g ana Drains; iney can iaiK witn ze 1001 >t and ze wise man, and they can distract , and fascinate as none others can in all d ze world." is "Foreigners often make these pretty speeches to our faces, and then say _ very uncomplimentary things of us beic hind our backs," said I, tartly. a "Is it possible? what perfidy! Far ,k be it from me to do zat. It is ze desire .e of my heart to win an American bride. lr None other shall reign in my palace on jj ze banks of ze Tiber. I must haf one made, as ze poet says, of ze spirit- and IQ ze fire and ze dew. She must be v blonde?I adore blondes. She must be !_ petite, with ze nez retrousee and fair a hair and charming dimples like yours, ig At ze little feet of such a one I will lay n my title and my .heart and swear to ie be her adoring slave evermore." 8 He had drawn my portrait exactly. ie I flashed him a glance of mingled wrath IS and scorn. ie "You may not be aware of it" said a I. "but you are very, very impertiL. nent," a He seemed taken aback for a mos ment, but rallied quickly. "Heaven! how is it that I, who wish so much to please you, only give you ie offense?" .e "I really cannot tell!" I answered, ie "but so it seems to me." ie He talked to me no more. Madame Vann drank a great deal of - wine at dinner by the way, how very ' f/?nrl aho fa nf tvlno I Taurine Hpasprt _ she manifested a desire to slip from her chair, in all the splendor of sulphur d satin and diamonds, straight under the n table, but being restrained in this ie whim by an attendant, she embraced lt the baron with tenderness, and deslra ed him to bottle her up and send her g at once to the cellar of his palace on y the Tiber. The request created quite a sensation at the table, and madame rea tired in the care of a servant. What |A extraordinary conduct in a daughter of the old Dut-!h governors! Unobserved. I stepped out upon the piazza and seated myself under the . dusky vines. The salon was half full t of Miss Vann's friends, and I was not .g likely to be missed. I heard the band 0 play and saw the moon climb up the i_ grand empurpled sky. White moths y brushed against my cheek, hot whiffs of perfume from hanging baskets of a heliotrope fanned around me through If the warm, dry air. Presently some one L_ appeared on the piazza, crossed lt In a g blaze of light from the salon windows iS and vanished, only to reappear soon f after with a white wrap on his arm. (j "Star gazing?" he said, as he espied ie me in my viney nest and hastened to o my side. "Miss Vann bade me give you this shawl. Was there no congenial comd pany Inside?" n "I like the moonlight and the sea," I e answered, evasively. * --3 ? *>l 1 1 A ** Af H/X IS ne leaneu ukuiudi a pn.ci. I piazza and looked at me as If I were 1 jf an Interesting study. u "Did the baron bore you?" y "Greatly." "You do not see in him the extraor _ dinary fascination which enthralls ( Miss Vann and her set?" a "No." I "That is passing strange. Either you I you are an unappreclatlve young per- 1 h son, or one of unusual discernment." 1 "How long has this exalted Roman 1 r0 led society In chains?" I asked. Is "He appeared suddenly in Newport ] I- a few weeks ago?burst upon us, in fr fact, like a meteor. I really do not : is know from whence he came, but his ie title seems to act like an 'open sesame' Ct to all hearts. He has been feted, pet- J le ted, and lionized till it is small wonder 1 L. that he is well-nigh Insufferable." re "He is a diplomat, is he not?" said I. "Miss Vann says he has just returned h from Washington on important state ' a business." e> Mr. Saxe smiled quietly, it "State business is rather dull at 1 Washington just now. The foreign 1 11 ministers arc mostly at the watering ig places. I do not wish to question our 1 titled friend's veracity, but a gentleman at the Ocean declares he met the 1 il. baron face to face in the streets of J ).' Boston a few days ago. when every- ; ?? body supposed him to he at the capiw tal. 1 ,y As I cared not a straw about the ?_ matter, or whether the baron directed his footsteps to Washington or to Jer is ieno, i leaned oacK in my uuuiuus nuw.%, tt and listened to the band. How plaint to Ive and sweet was the music! How if 'arge and white the moon shone over \ t. warm, green shore and still, dark sea, 1 lc whereon a few spectral sails glimmered. How handsome Eric Saxe looked, ). leaning there against the piazza, with >a the white light pouring on his southern r. face! Music, moonshine, heliotropes! ir I sat like one under a spell. Did he ! i- feel the enchantment too? I think so. >o He neither moved nor spoke. The blossom-laden vines rustled round us e the distant music pulsed in fervent lo measures, the murmur of laughter and voices was audible from the draw- ' h( ing-room?that was all. Suddenly Miss Vann appeared in the window, and brought me promptly to ln my senses. "Eric," she said, "pray bring in that as chi'd from the dew?she will take .g cold." li i _ ^ In Does He tninK me a cnuu j\a ><) leaned to gather up my white wrap is our two hands met somehow In Its soft meshes. ,u "To bad!" he murmured. "She calls rn us from heaven to earth." I went in, wrote a letter to Ethei, in t_ which I expatiated on the beauties of Newport, but did not mention the j; name of Mr. Saxe, and fell asleep in my chamber overlooking the sea. ,e (To be continued.) Ix ?? She Can't Stop.?Once a woman ~%'m pets started gadding nothing short of h. a collapse can stop her. d She will average four hours of sleep i 2- for a couple of weeks, and then stay 11 in bed for several days, it "Life is so taxing," says the husle band of the woman whose excuse now ?s is that she has to exchange all the 8. things she got for Christmas. UNFAIRNESS OF THE PRESS. Governor Sends a Message on Last Summer's Politics. TILLMAN LETTER INCIDENT REVE1WED Statement to the General Assembly Intended to Uphold Recommendation for the Passage of an Act to Make It a Misdemeanor for a Newspaper to Misquote or Misrepresent a Can didate. > MESSAGE. State of South Carolina. Executive Department. Gentlemen of the General Assembly: In my annual message, submitted to your bodies on January 14th, I called your attention to the urgent need of some restriction upon the newspapers and newspaper editors and reporters in South Carolina, in order that personal reputations, and even the good name of South Carolina, may be properly safeguarded from unwarranted villiflcation, and in order to avert the danger of newspaper domination of our politics and policies in the future ?a domination which, after having continued for several years, was only thrown off recently. I desire, in this connection, following the line taken in the previous message to which I have called your attention, to present for your earnest consideration some facts which have come under my personal knowledge and observation during the j recent state campaign. These facts are not given to you because they were , connected with a campaign in which I was interested, but because they mlr- ; ror clearly a cankerous spot in our , body politic for which only you have and can apply the remedy. It will be necessary, in order that the true situation and true conditions may be ; brought to light that the conduct of ( no less a personage than the senior senator from South Carolina be review- , ed, to some extent. If that conduct be , what his friends and supporters would ( never have suspected or expected of ( him, I shall regret that it has been ne- . nessary to shatter an idol. But what , [ shall say of him shall be only incl- j dental to the main subject which I want to impress, and the history of , his conduct, as it shall be necessary to J give it to you for this purpose, has . been recorded in letters and telegrams , signed by himself, which are now in my possession. In order that the matter may be more Nearly understood, I shall take up the ! events in somewhat chronological orler. In so doing, it may be that the main points may follow some not so important, but I feel that you will thus be put more clearly in possession of > the entire situation. ( On October 14, 1911, during my first . ^ear as governor, but even then while , [ was the center of a severe political . storm and the object of vituperation j md abuse such as few men have ever , had to withstand, or could have with- ^ stood, and shortly after ex-Chief Jus- j tice Ira B. Jones announced his candilacy for governor against me, I adIressed a letter to Senator B. R. Till- j man, at Trenton, in which I told him , Vio ,1'qo on nasH "to hplne lied on by the newspapers," and had "seen so much of it on me, that I feel that it is absolutely useless for me to write you in regard to the many malicious lies that are now being circulated." I did, however, go on to call his attention to >ome misstatements which had appeared in the public prints, in regard to him and myself, in connection with ;ach other, and went on to say: "Of course, I would be glad to have four vote and Influence In my race for jovernor; but, to be frank, I do not aelieve that it is absolutely necessary to my success, because I have not yet reached the point where I believe that iny one man can dictate to the people )f South Carolina as to who they should )r should not have in office, and I have too high an opinion of you to believe that you would attempt to do so; and. from information received from all parts of the state, I am satisfied that I ivill be re-elected, regardless of who nnnn.Qo mP *' In reply to that letter, I received a letter from Senator Tillman, under Jate of October 15, 1911?the very day ifter my letter was written. This letter I have on file in my office, and the whole of It may be read by any one of rou who may be so much interested. I lesire for present purposes, to quote a few sentences. Senator Tillman said: "I have yours of the 14th instant and im glad to get it, for though the lies that have been numerously circulated lately have not made any impression an me, it is pleasant to have your relewed assurances of friendship and ?ood will. They are certainly trying to play a subtle game." And, further, "I do not know who persuaded Jones to enter the race, and have not seen him at all this summer. Qne thing you may rely upon: If I de- ' ride to have anything to do with the governor's race, you will be the first . man I will tell. I agree with rou that the people of this state would resent, as they have always done, any appearance of dictation from any j man." . The state campaign came on. Charges flew thick and fast. Tillman wrote ' what came to be known as the Slrns etter, and it was published, with glar- ' Ing headlines?headlines so distorted J that even Tillman could not stand them. Even Tillman oegan iu pruicoi. | In a letter, under date of August 12, J 1912, even Tillman said : "I am sick and disgusted at the un- ! fairness and dishonesty ?especially In 1 their headlines,?with which certain newspapers have used my letter to Mr. J Sims and tried to give it a construe- j tion it does not bear and which was 1 never intended." It was about this time, however, In 1 face of former statements that he would be "hands off," and in contradiction of later statements by wire ' to me, that Tillman began to write ' secret letters throughout South Caro- 1 Una, stabbing me in the back. Under date of August 16, 1912, he wrote one 1 of his supporters, at Newberry, attacking me, saying: "I do not want you to publish this letter, but you can ; read It to any discreet friends that ' you can trust. I warn you, now, that 1 If the people of South Carolina reelect Please governor, they will rue it as they live." On August 17th he 1 wrote a letter to Enoree?a letter of the same general tenor?closing by saying: "This letter Is not for publication. but for your own use and I snoh nf vnur friends as you choose to show It, or press on all who read It. or hear you read It, that It is not to be made public." He was still saying, however, that he was "hands off." as witness, a letter of the day before, dated August 16, 1912, written to a gentleman at Townville: "I have done my best to remain 'hands off.' as between the two candidates for governor, and shall continue to do so. I am not responsible because the newspapers are deceiving the people by putting lies in the headlines." In the same letter Tillman again reiterated his views that he did not consider the governor's race any affair of his, in the following words: "I am trying the best I can to be neutral between the two men. I have been tempted several times, in fact I have been importuned by some of the best friends I have got to come out openly and boldly for Jones and give my reasons; but I have refrained from doing so simply because I do not think It is any affair of mine, and I sincerely believe that the people of the state of South Carolina can take care of themselves?as they have always done?without being dictated to by anyone." All this time, however, he was stabbing me every day, in secret letters?as witness one of August 16. 1912. marked "personal," in which he attacked my candidacy, and closed in a postscript by saying: "I write this for your eyes alone." All the time writing secret letters "for the I eyes alone," of his correspondents? but all the time proclaiming his "neu- i trality," and all the time writing these secret letters all over the state. On August 14. In a letter to a gentle- i man at Batesburg, he gave, from i hearsay, a charge that the Southern ' railway "has been hauling Blease's i friends to the various counties." Of < course, he said that he did not know l whether this was true or not?but he I was sowing the seeds of unfounded charges, which, as he surely ought to t know ad as the people of South I Carolina ought well to know by this ' time, will multiply a milllonfold in an infinitesimal period of time. This t letter, of course, was written "pri- t vately," "and, of course," said the I Honorable Senator Tillman, "you will e not use it in the newspapers or oth- s erwise." And when he was sending forth this charge from Washington ? to South Carolina, he knew that in the v May convention, every Southern rail- t road attorney who was a member of J it was a bitter opponent of mine, as i: I directed attention to in my opening v speech at Sumter; and all the South- o ern railroad attorneys throughout s the state, with the exception of three F or four, fought me in my campaign, ii as the records will clearly show? a and I have been informed that all the F higher officials were against me, and ( I have also been informed that officials of said railroad contributed money to be used in the campaign 1< against me. This I do not charge, o but I stated from the stump that I ( had been so informed, and it has never been denied, and Tillman knew it. As to whose friends it was hauling. J possibly you will later be asked to E investigate. n On the day of the campaign meeting ( In Greenville, August 22, 1912, notwithstanding Senator Tillman had e: written the secret letters from which d I have quoted above, and many oth- t< ers, to parties in different parts of If the state, I received a telegram from tl him under date of August 21, saying: h "About letter to Sullivan. Wrote tl letter something like you sent, but h without seeing signature cannot iden- h tlfy it. His letter to me was threat- o: ening, hence my tart answer. Have A! written no letters secretly. Have w written many personal and confidential." And another telegram un- p der date of August 22: "Have writ- w ten letters only in reply to your a friends." Did he regard Sims, for is Instance, as my "friend?" a Between the time of the letters Z from which I have quoted and the J telegrams quoted above, Senator Till- zi man had sdven out in Washington an cl Interview to the Washington corre- w spondent of the Columbia State, pub- h llshed in the Columbia State of August 20, announcing that he was G 'hands off." That interview appeared K under the name .of P. H. McGowan, S and under date of August 19, and it w stated, among, other things: "Senator "1 B. R. Tillman announced today that w he was "hands off" in the South Carolina gubernatorial election. He w further announced that the statement a that he gave the press, which. was si printed last week, would be his last le utterance on this subject. c< He is still receiving letters, he said, tl 'rom friends in South Carolina, some h pegging him to come out for Blease 0' ind some asking his support for bi Jones, but he declared that he has ei had his last say on the subject and ft that he is row 'hands off.'" This bi in the face of the letters from which rr t have quoted, and in startling conJitlon of Tillman's subsequent action. t< But in the darkness of the night con- oi jpirators work, and through all this p time, as is proved by later events, one e< >f the foulest conspiracies ever hatch- la id in the politics of any state was cl prewlng. The conspirators had not met n ret, because they were personal and political enemies of twenty-one years' ir standing. The Jealousy of me in the h; leart of one, however, and the deep t? nallce against me in the heart of the oi Uher, at last brought them together, si >ver the wires, and for the time being, Ji md for their then purposes, Lieuten- si int Governor James H. Tillman and gi Editor N. G. Gonzales were forgotten, ai ind the echo of the magazine gun was ft :emporarily silenced. The conspiracy ti tvas hatched and it lived long enough to direct the infamous eleventh-hour tc stab. But, thank God, the people of d< South Carolina, remembering their ir nany bitter experiences as the result b: if such infamous politics in the past, ai refused to bow to dictation from Till- cs nan or any other man. They rallied d: round about me, closer than ever be- ti fore, in the face of the attack of these strange companions?Gonzales and c< rillman?in the vile politics they were s< playing. The people of my state prov- ai id true, Tillman's former statement, that they needed no dictator; they repudiated Tillman's attempted dictation, and they gave him a stern rebuke. p I am reliably informed?and it has it practically been admitted by the Co- tl umbia State?that the following tele- 1< jrams passed between Columbia, S. C., t< ind Washington, D. C., on Friday, Au- tl ?ust 23. 1912, and Saturday, August o 24, 1912: r< (Gay Letter). August 23, 1912. C P. H. McGowan, 422 Munsey Building, " Washington, D. C. a Tillman wrote private letter to Fer- v\ fuson, in Spartanburg, saying Blease w 'has brains to eminently qualify him k for governor," but complete letter is T severe arraignment of Blease and Ab- T ley. Tillman being quoted as to the r< complimentary words, but other con- E cealed. Blease knows contents of let- w :er and is sure to strike Tillman with a full force of his organization on Tues- n Jay. If whole letter were published, tl Tillman's gains from Jones' side would counteract losses sure to be sustained s in present status. ci Without letting Tillman know source a if Information, place facts before him w ind make earnest effort to get whole t< etter for publication. Time is precious, s WILLIAM E. GONZALES. P. H. McGowan, 422 Munsey Building, Washington D. C. ri If senator would let correspondent s< copy letter the matter in it could be p iisseminated from Spartanburg and li not from Washington. J WILLIAM E. GONZALES. C P. H. McGowan, 422 Munsey Building, n Washington, D. C. t< Tillman's letter must strengthen tl lones' lines and cause Blease losses of A iome honest supporters and of many ti without convictions, who Jump from tl weakening candidate. Blease will fight d Tillman, who will get many Jones n rotes. Use Western Union. tl THESTATE. ol William E. oonzaies. n As I will show by affidavit, these *3 telegrams were a tissue of falsehoods ?but what cared Gonzales for the C) truth if he could encompass my de- w feat, and what cared he for all heaven ind earth if he could encompass the t< iefeat of me and Tillman at one and tl the same time?and when the law?as [ will show?and that is the main ob- n lect of this communication to you? " Save me, and others who might be o placed in similar situations, no protec- y tion whatever! Tillman, driven by his Insane jealousy, in the feebleness of E liis mind, falls Into the trap which was ? 3et for him, and becomes a co-consplr- T itor with his anlcent arch-enemy, CJonzales, of the Columbia State. In 01 the darkness of Friday night August n J 1? ?' ? " ,'lll.ilnntiQ aftapb k :.H1. lie I't'imars a viuaiuuuo ukwv.. upon me. contained in a letter which 81 tie had previously written to Harrison e' Ferguson. of Spartanburg?written s( while he was proclaiming loudly this % 'neutrality" of his?and all that dark n night the wires sang with this infamnus attempted defilement of my reputation, furnishing the accompaniment " to the paeans of joy which went up in ? the office of the Columbia State and tl nther newspapers?paeans of Joy lat- w ?r turned to mournful dirges. This foul stuff was signed B. R. Tillman, and I < hope that before the senator passes to the Great Beyond he will tell who was ? with him in Washington when it was prepared, and why he dragged in the names of Colonel Abney and Hon. Sam J. Nicholls, and if he did so voluntarily ti ir was persuaded to do so by a once- t? prominent South Carolina politician, n who is now a statesman (?) without a tl Job? Was the senator's weak ml swayed by this astute big "Ex," w was present when the letter was dl tated, and did Tillman or this oth man dictate it? Was it voluntary, se ator, or was it the result of over-pe suasion of an enfeebled mind? If yo memory Is feeble, and falling and yi :annot recall, possibly your sten ?rapher, whoever he or she may ha seen, may refresh it. The next day after its publication lddressed the following letter to tl people of South Carolina: ro the People of South Carolina. l nave received reliable informatk hat three telegrams, containing abo he following, were received by P. 1 HcGowan, correspondent of the Sta it Washington, D. C., signed by Will im E. Gonzales, August 23, 1912: "Tillman wrote private letter to Fei ruson, in Spartanburg, which is s< ere arraignment. Blease knows coi ents of letter and is sure to strii oilman with full force with his orgar zatlon on Tuesday. If we could g< k-hole letter published, Tillman's gaii n Jones' side would counteract loss* ure to be sustained in present statu Ccep Tillman from knowing source < nformation. Place facts before hii ,nd beg for whole letter. TIME I 'RECIOUS. Signed) WILLJAM E.GONZALES.' And another: "If correspondent could get copy < itter, the matter in it could be ser ut from Spartanburg. Signed) WILLIAM E. GONZALES.' And another: "Tillman's letter must strengthe ones' lines and cause Blease losse tlease will fight Tillman, who will g^ lany Jones votes. Signed) WILLIAM E.GONZALES." Of course, I cannot say these are th xact words of the telegram, but are Gonzales to deny that he ser jlegrams containing statements siml ir to these, and he need not den tiem, but in order to be honorable (1 e can) let him present the message lat he sent (copies of which I suppos e has on file, or which he can easil ave duplicated from the Washingto fflce, which delivered the telegrams t IcGowan) and let the people se hether my information is correct. These three letters will show to th ubllc absolutely the cause of Tillma rriting the vicious letter that he dl nd that Jones' campaign has been an i up to now being absolutely handle nd controlled by WILLIAM E. GON ALES, notwithstanding the fact the ones denied on the stump that Gon ales was supporting him. when harged him with it, but later said h as glad for any newspaper to suppoi im. i have never seen the fer uson letter, and did no' :now what was in it until AW IT IN THE NEWSPAPERS, an rhen Gonales says I did, and ths Blease will fight Tillman," he wire hat was wilfully untrue. I have today been handed a lette Titten by Tillman, August 16, 1912, t friend of his, in which he (Tillman iys: "The railroad attorneys in th igislature have been too venal an arrupt to protect the people agalnc le railroads." At another point i is letter, he says: "In the lawsul ver my grandchildren, he (Jones) dl ow to public opinion and clamor rath r than to enunciate the law as it wa >und on the statute books, which ha een recognized a hundred years o lore." Thus it seems that Tillman has writ :n many letters, and that he speak ( Jones?as chief Justice of the su reme court?as having been influenc i by "public clamor" and having vio ited his oath as a justice and not de ided the case according to the recog ized law. I am thoroughly satisfied that Till lan's letter will not Injure me, for ave received messages by telephoni legram and letter from every sectlo f the state, and they all give me as jrances that this has done me no In jry, but, on the contrary, In many In tances, I am assured that it ha alned me strength and given furthe ssurances to the people of their con dence in my character and fidelity t leir interests. I publish this communication onl > show that Gonzales is fighting fo ear life to elect Jones and was lead ig McGowan into deceiving Tillma y lying on me; and, further, to shov s I have shown throughout the entir tmpaign, that Jones Is Gonzales' can idate. Why? Because he cannot con ol Blease. The victory is ours. It will be re jrded on Tuesday and my friends wi ?e that I am not defrauded?hence, m sure of re-election. Very respectfully, (Signed) COLE L BLEASE. Columbia. S. C., August 25, 1912. The Columbia State refused t ublish this address, either as a new em or as an advertisement sayin tiat the article contained "more c ;sb accurate copies of three prlvaf ilegrams, two sent by the editor c tie State on Friday evening, and on n Saturday to the Washington coi jspondent of the State." It was refused publication by th lolumbia Record, August 26, 191! on grounds that as it appears to b rticle .s to private telegrams, sam fas referred to counsel of Recori 'ho advised against publication, n< nowing what consequences might be. his statement was made by Wyai 'aylor, of the Columbia Record, i eturning same to Hon. Fred 1 >omlnick, my campaign manage: ho offered it for publication. It wa lso refused publication, either as ews item or an advertisement, i tie Charleston News and Courier. That I had never seen the Fergu on letter, and kneiV nothing of it ontents, is shown by the followin ffldavit of Harrison Ferguson, t horn the "Ferguson letter" was wril jn and sent by Tillman: tate of South Carolina, County c Spartanburg. Personally appears before me Har ison Ferguson, who, being dul worn, says: That during the cam aign for governor of South Care na. in the summer of 1912, in whic ohn T. Duncan, Ira B. Jones an ole L. Blease were candidates, tha luch was said and written in regar - Tillman's nnsitlnn: tha J nciiaiui a ? ?? ?? w , lis deponent, on the 14th day c ugust, 1912, addressed a communlca on to Senator Tillman, and that o tie 19th day of August, 1912, thi eponent received from Senator Till lan a re'ply to his communication lat this deponent lives In the count f Spartanburg, and that said com lunication was received In the coun f of Spartanburg, In the city of Spar rnburg; that he did not communi ite either by word of mouth or b riting, by himself or by any other! le contents of said communicatio ) Governor Cole L. Blease, and tha lis deponent knows of his own know! [Ige that Governor Cole L. Blease di ot know the contents of said com lunication at the time of the closin f the state campaign at Greenvillt outh Carolina; and that deponer jrther knows that Governor Cole 1 llease couia noi nave neen ugium r using his influence against Senate illman on account of the facts s? irth in Senator Tillman's letter, bi ause Governor Cole L. Blease ha ever seen the letter and did nt now of its contents, and that an tatement he did is absolutely and ur qulvocally false. Deponent furthe tates that, so far as his knowledg oes, Governor Cole L. Blease ha ever seen the letter written by Sena >r Tillman to this deponent; that froi tie receipt of said letter until afie ie primary election, which was hel n the 27th day of August, 1912. tha lis deponent had no conversatio '1th Governor Cole L. Blease, nor n orrespondence. Signed) HARRISON FERGUSON'. Sworn to before me this 18th <Ja f November, A. D. 1912. (Seal) ROBERT J. GANTT. Magistrate for S. t That the object of the mallclou ilsehood contained in the Gonzala degrnms was to Injure me political! o one will deny. But, even thoug ie falsehoods were of the deepes nd dye, and conceived In the blackest ho malice, the law gave me no relief? c- because my personal reputation was ier unscathed, and, the people realizing n- the villainy of it all, my political ir- fortunes were bettered, probably, rathur er than injured. But it is not for my u self that 1 am pleading, but for those 0- who are to follow me, and for the ve good name of the state. I submitted the matter to the Hon. I W. Hampton Cobb, solicitor of the he Fifth Judicial circuit, which includes Columbia, and desire to quote herewith his reply: >n Columbia, S. C., Nov. 20, 1912. ut Gov. Cole L. Blease, Columbia, S. C. K. Dear Sir: Replying further to te your letter of the 15ih inst., asking 1- "if there is any criminal statute covering the offense of a person sendr ing a telegram in Columbia, 8. C., e- which was delivered to another perl son in Washington, D. C., containce ing a deliberate and malicious falsei hood and a libel upon the reputation et of a citizen of this state," I beg to IS say inai me oniy siaiuie x Know ui 3s is the one passed in 1912, Vol. 8. XXVII, Statutes at Large, page 776. ot which provides as follows: tn "Any person who shall with maliciS ous intent, originate, utter, or circulate, or publish, any false statement ' or matter concerning another, the effect of which shall tend to injure >f such person in his or her character it or reputation, shall be deemed guilty of a misdemeanor," etc. "This statute has never been constructed by our supreme court, but I n think the elements necessary to cons. stltute a violation of this statute are: it (1) The statement originated, uttered or circulated, or published, musi be false; (2) It must have been done ie with a malicious Intent; (3) The I statement originated, etc., must tend it to injure the character or reputai tion of the person alleged to have y been wronged. If Yours very respectfully, s (Signed) W. HAMPTON COBB, e Solicitor Fifth Circuit y I also submitted the matter to Unitn ed States District Attorney Ernest F. 0 Cochran, and received the following e reply: Charleston, S. C., November 16, 1912. e Hon. Cole L. Blease, Governor of n South Carolina, Columbia, S. C. d My Dear Sir: Your letter of the 16th d received, and pursuant to your request d I have looked very carefully into the '- matter referred to. As I understand it it the facts are that three libelous tele grams were sent from Columbia, S. C., 1 over the lines of a telegraph company, e to Washington, D. C., and the question t is whether there is any Federal criminal statute covering: such a case. I have been unable to find any Federal r criminal statute covering such a case 1 and am satisfied there is none. Howd ever, it is barely possible that a proseit cution could also be maintained at the d place of publication of the libel; that is in the district of Columbia, in the sr district courts there. I am not famil0 iar enough with the jurisdiction and ) statutes relative to the district of Coe lumbia to express an opinion on this d point, and I suggest that you lay this it question, if you desire, before the n United States district attorney for the It District of Columbia. I have not his d name before me, but a letter address ed simply United States Attorney for s the District of Columbia, Washington, d D. C., will reach him. T Respectfully, (Signed) ERNEST F. COCHRAN. C-N United States Attorney. :s Gentlemen, the matter is before you i- ?not with a desire to review the rep rehensible conduct of South Carolina's - senior senator, nor with a desire to i- parade before you the infamous con spiracy of Gonzales, Tillman et al, to do me political and personal hurt- but to - show you the necessity, as I be an by 1 saying, of some legislation which will i, protect the reputations of the citizens of South Carolina, when maliciously assailed in the public prints. The matter is before you. I have made to - you a recommendation In my annual is message, I earnestly urge that you ir pass an act along the line I have sug gested, or some act which, appealing to o your wisdom and your conscience, will achieve the result for which I am lay boring. ir if a man la thus mistreated, villifled - and abused and the people rebuke the n conspirators ar.d falsifiers by electing 1. the man lied upon, he can submit and e rest on his laurels, but if he be de feated, and feels that only blood will - remove the stains, because the law gives him no redress, then, if he defends his honor with blood, who II blames him? Certainly not a Lexing1 ton Jury. I might cite you to a later Instance of infamous newspaper conduct. The Columbia State and other newspapers In South Carolina have been ccouring o the newspapers of the world for all s the mean and vile editorials they can g gather attacking me for my remarks t before the conference of governors in e Richmond recently. Newspaper after >f newspaper with favorable comments e came into my office. Many of thes& > were sent by my secretary to the editor of the Columbia State?not with e any expectation of seeing them pub2. llshed, but in order that the Columbia >e State might have the opportunity? e which I knew it already had?to pubi. Msh them, and in order that you might >t have the proof that it had such oppor" tunity?the proof in the connection in it which I am now giving it to you. Not ? * * ? conteni witn iniu, my saicwn/, iui u<c I- same purpose, addressed the following r. letter to the editor of the Columbia is State, enclosing him an editorial in the a letter and calling attention to the hunn dreds and hundreds of letters and messages of congi tulation I had rei ceived. As was expected not one word did the Columbia State say in regard K to it?except to quote one paragraph o from the editorial, in an editorial ve> nomously attacking me again: Columbia, December 18, 1912. ?f Editor The State, Columbia, S. C. Dear Sir: Since the address of Governor Blease before the conference of y governors in Richmond recently, you - have been running in the State from >- day to day, prominently displayed, h comments of various newspapers d throughout the country adverse to the it governor and to the sentiments which d he expressed?some of these comments it being unusually vitriolic in tone and 'f expression. In view of the publication - of these adverse criticisms in your pa" ?? T 1 honif I'AII horowlth with It per, 1 UCfi IV lloiiu j v/w ..V. ^ .. is the request for publication, an edltoriI al clipping from the Austin (Texas) i; Statesman of December 12th. sent to y this office. Governor Blease has re ceived many newspapers and newspai per articles commending his stand, and hundreds of letters and telegrams of - congratulation from all over the couny try; but this particular editorial com3. ment is sent to you with the desire to n call particular attention to this parait graph, which Is, of course, best underI stood when read in connection with d the entire editorial herewith enclosed: i- "We merely meant to say that if g fatal blunder has to be made, we prei. fer the blunder of Blease to the blunit der of Illinois. We prefer the mob a to miscegenation; we prefer a white g race whose hands are red with blood ?r than a white race whose blood is :t stained with that of a race we cans' not in such manner help?while we d kill ourselves. And feeling as we do. >t we are not sorry to learn that Gov y ernor Blease will go to the senate, as i- he boasted he would." tr In the interest of fair play, pub;e lication of the entire editorial is rets spectfully requested, in the manner in which you have been reproducing n many adverse criticisms of the press, r Respectfully. JOHN K. AULL. d Secretary to the Governor, it (Editorial clipping from Austin n (Texas) Statesman, of December 12. o 1912): "Blease is Sure of the Senate." y "The condemnation of Governor Please, of South Carolina, for his declaration at the conference of governors, to the effect that he would never call out the militia to protect g a rapist, has been, we think, as iny temperate in its severity as was the h ??? it (Continued on Page Six).