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YORKVILLE ENQUIRER. - IggUED SEMI-WgBKLY. ; ! . L. . obist'S sons, Pnbiiihan. } & <^arrtjig ?Mt>spaj)( q: Jjor tin |romoiio!t of (h< political, gonial, ^jriittltiiral and Commtrrial 3nt(r?slis of lh? |(op!<. ( established 1858. YORKVILLE, 8. C., TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 23,1913. NO. 76. ?^^??1^?MM????gMMMMIIM 1 - 1 ? ?. ...... _ _ . _ The Mie By CHARLES TE Author Vhe Day / Smalt (Copyright HIS, The Bobbs-MerrD CHAPTER XXI?Continued. They stared, astonished. The Eariville editor was protesting as he arose. "Mr. Tanner, you assured me the Mercury-Journal?" "The Journal will get its scoop. Mr. Curran, even, will agree to that." The others were leaving. Wiley stood alone watching the small figure under the table light At crises there was a sort of dignity about Thaddeus Tanner. The indomitable will, the Intuitive reading of men, the assumption of authority?he was worthy of his power. Even Curran felt the little boss's way with men as this slow scrutiny enveloped him. When he looked at Thad after the going of the others, the masklike face was smiling?and that smile, some way. struck a curious fear to his heart His calm dry tone heightened the impression. "Tou still refuse to resign, Mr. uurran : "I do. We will submit It to the people. Their good sense, their honesty, their charity?" The little boss sat down across from him and sighed. "Let us pass that by. I admit admiring the fight you've made. I've formed a different opinion of you during the last six months, Curran. And tonight?well, I don't mind saying that I threw up the sponge. We couldn't beat you?I've thought it for weeks." "Well?" Curran was almost as ham- ; ed of his ungracious note. "Nevertheless*?the boss rubbed his j thin hands?"you will resign." * "I told you no." i "Tea?but you will." The white old hand was raised to point at him. And from that instant Curran felt the ground slip beneath him. He glanced at Judge Van Hart standing pallid, oppressed, by the win dow. The little man sat back eaaily. He selected a clear from his case and lighted it Then he stretched bis legs ,< to reach a cushion. "Let us see, Cur- ] ran. Imagine the case. You have guessed that we have employed this fellow Ladeau. I admit it I sent him to New Orleans. He came back yesterday with the fragments of your Interesting story. More?some extraordl- i nary features of the matter?something never contemplated by me. He took. In iact, when he went south, what appear- : ed to be a most improbable clue to a theory of his own. A trinket from a j child's necklace." "Necklace?" Curr&n stared wonderlngly. -j "I imagine a necklace. At any rate, this"?and from the open drawer of the table Thad held un a silver cross. The other man did not answer. His mind was groping back. The sliver cross hung under the light, and all about mists of darkness gathered. Even Thad's voice seemed like a distant bell, so swept away was Curran's perception of time and place. "A silver cross In which Ladeau took to an old silver-smith he knew in New Orleans. An eccentric fellow, it seems, who, out of vanity, used to keep an account of all the stuff he manufactured. He marked them all, and from him Ladeau learned exactly to whom this was sold. It was bought by this Madame Artois and given to your child." Curran leaped to seise the thing under the light. "Tanner, what are you ? ' iiv rviri this was stolen? stolen by Ladeau from John Lindstrom's!" "Exactly. It belonged to his girl? Aurelie!" And still the man before him groped at the unbelievable. His clutch about the silver cross tightened. He stumbled forward and, as Tanner stepped back, sank in the boss's chair. "Do you believe me?" Curran did not answer. Then he whirled up. "No, you lie! This cross ?what is it? There might be a hundred like it!" Tanner smiled again. He reached to the desk button. "I had arranged things with some care. I did not wish to have this affair balk on me. And there was Tin antua.1 ne*d of more than you and i me to settle It. So?my witness!" Curran was aware that the door had opened. He looked up to see Old Michigan there, his hat off, his eyes staring wonderingly out of his white beard. He stumped noiselessly across Thad Tanner's rugs. "Mr. Wiley"?the old rebel turned hurt, scared eyes upon his friend?"I didn't want to come nyar, oui iney nau me. The sheriff and the district attorney and the judge?they could done sent me to jail for a hundred years on all my whisky parolee if I hadn't come. But I'd a-gone for you, Mr. Curran, if you'd been helped! But this is truth? and I'm glad!" "Glad?" Curran felt the old rough hand closing over his own, keeping his senses to reason. "Uncle Mich!" "My little girl's done found her father." From his chair the gray boss smiled, content that the drama acted out itself without word from him. "Ladeau done it." went on Michigan. "He Just put it all together when he found that little cross and chain. I told him all I knew of Aurelie, Just as I've told everybody. And he knew you'd had a child down there. And he knew this very little cross was given to her by some old woman?and then he took the whole story to Mr. Tanner, and Tanner sent him south, and he found the silversmith?and It was all true! Mr. Wiley, the same little grirl I done bring up-river was the same one they put In the Holy Family Asylum?your little girl, Mr. Wiley!" Still the father had no word. Thad Tanner wiped his glasses. He sighed; it might have been sympathy for the dumb man under the light. Judge Van Hart had rested his head upon his hand. Thad murmured after a pause: "I think, my friends, the case is proved." "I think," whispered Michigan, "that you'll be glad for her." GLANDERS iNNEY JACKSON . , My Brother't Keeper, Etc. 11 Company.) Olad for her! Curran reached out again for Mich's hand. Glad for her! He had been glad for her, and she had led him on, found for him the gold of romance?a man's work, & world of achievement, a life?a soul! ' Now the phantoms were dissolving. For her he was called to give them up. Even through his dark a voice was calling his renunciation. "I think, Mr. Curran, you will withdraw. Tour daughter, grown to womanhood here; her success, her good name?everything points to your resignation. Lade&u is bought to silence. No other soul, except the persons in this room, knows the real facta And we? " he glanced at Judge Van Hart? "can keep our counsel. But the price, Curran, Is this. I have had a paper Arnum nn?vmir announcement of with drawal. It merely states that for reasons?business and personal?you will not contest the election in the eighteenth congressional district tomorrow." The man before him muttered. "The meeting . . the ballots . my name?" The little boss shrugged. "It does not matter. You withdraw?tonight. It will be telegraphed to every precinct in our district No word of explanation? nothing." The voice was sounding out of a measureless pit to Curran's brain. 'Tour daughter, Curran. Not to save yourself, remember. But her, your child who grew up beside you nere an unknown." The fumble of a paper came toCurran's hand. He saw it under the glare of the light above the table. Dizzy words, typewritten?he could not tell of what. Only he must renounce. The splendid structure of his new self, his worth, his power, his life, had fallen. It was the price of youth's adventure. He would pay. "The paper," he muttered; and signed It as a dying mAn might drag a pen across its page. Then he sat back staring. "Thank God," he whispered, "not too late?and she need never know." When he arose they did not know his fi&ce, so changed was it by agony. The Judge saw him cross the street in the sunshine and enter his office. There, the printer and the press boy saw him fumble among the type of his ancient fonts, his lips moving as he worked. He dragged bis steps nearer the printer presently. "Box this, Jim?open the front-page form?run It. And get the paper out tonight. I?I'm going." His gray lips whispered. He moved out slowly, and on the corner In the cold sunshine of the November noon looked at letters of flaming red on the boards of the old operahouse. A farmer bad stopped his shaggy-bellied team to spell the wording: TO-NIGHT!! OUR CONGRESSMAN!!! Curran could not make out more. He crept about the corner where the side street led to the foot of the bluff. Creeping, that was the way it seemed, when he reached the trail to the hills. Her hills! The hills of the Midlands! The place of the best men and women. CHAPTER XXIII The Better People. Many men of the county drove to town early that day. It was the everpresent restlessness of election eve. and in this instance a sense of new issues, of unusual and dramatic sequence was in the air. Then it was to be the night of the "big Curran meeting" and the opera house, the wind-up with red fire and the band; and the country people, with a lively appreciation of the spectacular, were eager to hear the candidate. "Wiley" would make the most of his last chance to scald the "county crowd" with his satire, that was sure. All the day the court house was thronged with farmers, politicians, candidates standing about, smoking, gossiping. The dingy central corridor was a reek of tobaco and smells. Harlan was wont to pass here on his way to his office. He had not concerned himself with the elever.th-hour wrangles and petty intrigues, for he had no opposition In his own fight. The "county crowd would put young Van Hart over," every one said, and approved. The countrymen looked back at him with diffident respect. When he reached Miss Vance's door he saw her at her desk. Hemminger, the lonely Insurgent board member from the river district, was there, sitting, awkward, constrained, holding his hat. Harlan was waving his hand cheerily in passing, when Janet arrested him with a gesture. Her eyes had a hard brightness. When the young man came In she bade him close the door. Then she sat down again. The hubbub of voices in the hall was lessened. janei mouonea naniui iu a. cutm. "We," she began quietly, "have been discussing you. Mr. Hemminger and I have discussed you for two weeks." Harlan looked up at Hemminger with a surprised smile. "Indeed! Now, I had noticed Hemminger in your office a number of times lately. What is the extraordinary interest?" She disregarded his easy banter. "Harlan," she went on sharply, "you'll be the next prosecuting attorney. "Without a doubt. On the first of next month." She seemed dwelling on the three weeks intervening. Then: "We are going to confide in you something that we might have said before: only"?her glance held a curiouB suspicion?"well, I thought we'd better wait until after the election. You owe your nomination A Tonnnr tho nH pmwH nnrl?WPII you'll pardon my frankness, but we hesitated." "Hesitated? What on earth are you driving at?" Hemmlnger smiled uneasily. "Wondered where you'd stand, Mr. Van Hart. Kind o' thought It would put you In bad to load this on you." He still looked his wonder at Janet. She was unlocking the drawer of her desk. She took out an envelope and from It a yellow and worn bit of paper. "We shall demand," she began decisively, "that the first act of your administration is to go before the grand Jury and ask for the indictment of Tanner and Dan Boydston and Archie Curry for the giving and the accepting of bribes on the county road contracts for the last six years." He looked silently at her. Hemminger shifted his hat nervously. "The proof," MlM Vance went on, "is here." She laid the yellow slip of memoranda on the desk. It was covered with careless entries, figures, abbreviations. To Harlan it meant nothing. "This is Boydston's writing? Boydston, the go-between." "Those old yams," Harlan murmured; then her dominance stilled him. He looked again at the paper. "You mean this is?proof?" "This and Boydston's confession." "Confession?" 'It amounts to that. His admissions to Hemminger, his fellow board member, on the way the last deal?the Llndstrom Pocket deal?was put through. He admitted he took money?he offered Hemminger five hundred dollars to keep silent on this." ; She tapped the paper. Harlan stared at her incredulously. "Why, I saw Boydston coming from the bank not an hour ago. There was a conference of some sort Father was there, and Tanner and Wiley Curran. There are rumors that Tanner threw up the fight ana warns 10 maxe an Bsnwiiivui wim Wiley and hie league backers to keep their hands off the county committeeship!" "Boydston," she retorted quietly, "has confessed, two weeks ago. He dare not tell Tanner. He has been begging, threatening, pleading with Mr. He ruin inger to keep silence, and to destroy this"?she Angered the paper. "Last Tuesday a week ago this was placed In my hands by a mistake. The silliest thing & bribe-taker ever did, and only a bungling old farmer like Boydston could have done It I drove out to the Dlecks' place to get a petition that the people have been circulating there to divide their school district. That is the place Boydston sold to Dlecks when he moved to town. Well, this German had charge of this petition, and kept It in a ?roni? nt tha i<hlmn?v in Rovdatnn's old sitting' room. When I called for the petition his wife?who can't read a word of English?handed me an envelope, which I did not look at until I came back to town. Then when I went to file that petition I didn't have it. Instead, these slips of. memoranda. I couldn't make any sense of them. But there were computations of money paid and money divided, all In Boydston's handwriting. I studied It and the dates, and It struck me curiously that the dates of the transactions tallied with several county board meetings. And then It dawned on me like a lightning flash. I sent for Hemmlnger, and we compared the notes with his recollections of board transactions. Why, Boydston had actually put Tn&trs name after one division of three hundred dollars between himself and Curry! I couldn't believe such idiocy. Then Hemminger took the memoranda to Boydston and demanded an explanation, and Boydston collapsed in his front parlor and admitted it. He lost his nerve completely?begged and wept for Hemminger not to show the memoranda?to allow him to settle some way of other; and, above all, not to tell Tanner. Hemminger brought the notes back to me. Ever since we've been wondering?and discussing you!" Harlan met her defiant gaze steadily. "Well?" "The county crowd put you in. Boydston, in his frenzy, declared It would do us no good to publish the notes. He said the new district attorney was Tanner's man! Said we couldn't get It to the grand Jury without you." The young man turned hlB serious eyes on Hemminger. "Yes?" "Harlan," put In Janet, "we decided to wait. I consulted no one. I was afraid If we exposed It Just before election it would look like a roorback of our people and would hurt Wiley some way or other. You know to attack the best families this way?with Tanner's money and power and the Mercury-Journal?well, we could not prove the facts for weeks, and it would look like mere politics on our part. But you"?she watched him coolly?"I made up my mind today I wanted to know what you'd do when you're elected." "Do?" He stared at her with a trace of anger. "Janet, you ask what I'd do? Blow the lid off?send Boydston and Curry to .the pen! Tanner, too, If I can get him!" She looked off through the window at the bank corner. "It will be a tremendous Job, Harlan, you a new man? wholly without experience In office, bucking a combination that no man here ever dared to fight. The money the influence, the best people." He followed her glance out to the country folk idling about the ancient sidewalk of the First National. Farther down High street, under the leafless maples, he could see the tidy lawns, the prosperous houses, and then his home. The Judge was slowly driving In from lunch behind Old Dutch. So long he watched, so lmperturbably, that she could not guess the struggle In his mind. Not of right or wrong; but to grasp issues dimly limned beyond. One fights for one's class, one's kind, one's heritage of thought and feeling; basic greed, the instinct to survive, vestigal promptings from feudal privilege to protect and exculpate?all battled in his subconsciousness for delay and pretext and caution. Hemminger, the pale-eyed countryman, shuffled his feet with nervous apprehension. "I guess there are people out there"?he lifted his bony finger to the hills?"who will be with you in the fight. Better people?" The young man suddenly tipped his chair forward with a smile. "I thank you for the word, Bert," he smiiea. ne reacneu iur me uiemuianda. Janet's eyes silently followed him. Almost a trace of suspicion was In them when Harlan placed the papers In his inner pocket. He arose. "I'm going: to see father. He's In his chambers by now." Janet, too, arose with a sharp protest. But before she voiced it the door I burst open. A man reeled in, drunk, in his shirt-sleeves, even though he came from the chill November street. Jim Mlms, the News printer, stared wildly at them. "Where's he gone? Where's Wiley?" The printer staggered to Miss Vance's desk. He wiped his unshaven chin, his bleared eyes rolled. "What 'a' you done with him?" , "What's the matter?" He spread a damp and ink-smeared copy of the News before her. "There!" he walled, "he told me to run this box on the front pa Re! I didn't read it! He set it up, he gave it to me. Me and AiecK we run me wnoie issue vn sou then started to fold the mall list, when I drat read It! I was drunk, that's it, or, damn me, I'd never put the press on It! No, sir, not even If he told me!" They were staring at the News. The "box" enclosed a bold-face type In the center of the sheet: "For Personal and Business Reasons, Wiley T. Curran Withdraws from the Congressional Contest in the Eighteenth District" Nothing more. Janet was paling to her Hps. In the pause, Harlan seised the paper. "Come!" he shouted and dashed from the room. They followed him, the tramp printer a walling babbling rearguard. When he reached the News Shop he came upon Miss Vance and Hemmlnger staring at the pile of papers that made up the weekly issue. Young Van Hart was searching feverishly over the editor's desk. "Not a word," he muttered: "nothing to explain. Has he gone crazy?" "There's his big meeting tonight" Hemmlnger blurted. "I near tne Dana boys practicing. But Wiley?God A'mlghty! has he gone wrong?" Harlan suddenly turned on them. "That conference! He was called to Tanner's office this morning. I know, for father was there!" "They?they"?Janet controlled her voice?"smashed him, Harlan! Somehow, with something! Drove him out Of the fight!" The younger man turned to Hemmlnger. "Bar that door! Keep Jim and Aleck here. And don't let a paper go but!" "Press time they'll somebody come "round," blubbered Jim. "Some old wo man, or some ui uic uiu p? cav,uui ?* whom he always gave papers to for nothing. And the kids to carry 'em, and the four o'clock mall to make!" Harlan was bolting the rear door. "Hemmlnger, draw the curtains. Don't let a person in, don't answer any questions. Tou don't know anything, remember!" Janet threw a blank sheet from the Stock shelf over the printed issues of the News. Then she turned. "Harlan, do you think this matter of Boydston has anything to do with it?" "No." He motioned her out the door. "Come. I'm going to father's chambers. There's no court today. And I want you, Janet"?he fixed his blue eyes on her fiercely. "Wiley?he and I have not been friends of late?but this! If they broke him unfairly, dastardly, I'll fight!" She nodded. She knew the estrangement, knew it as she knew -the old rare love of men between them. She had no time to apeak until she was with Harlan again in the court house, In the Judicial chamber just off the hall of justice. Judge Van Hart was writing at his table. He glanced up with some annoyance; then, at sight of his son, with surprise. At Janet's entry he arose with his old-fashioned courtesy and bowed. tie naa no time ior speecn. mnan broke out with the wrath of a man past reason. He towered above the Judge when he reached the table. "Father, what did they do to Curran?" The judge's face flushed and set to the impassive study it wore upon the bench. It was as if he had expected this from his son, as if he had dreaded it. But a tremor was in his voice at the other's menace. "Mr. Curran has withdrawn." "Yes, yes! But what did you do?" "I? My son, I was called into conference with some gentlemen. It?was a matter of Importance?party importance?party importance?I may say of immense importance to the community. They wished me?wanted repre aentatlve men to witness?" "What did you do to Wiley?" The judge controlled himself by an effort. "Sit down, Miss Vance. I?this ?very unfortunate?painful?" "I wish to know," she said clearly. "We demand to know." "You were there, father. And he has withdrawn." A wan smile came to the magistrate. "Very good. I assure you It was voluntary on his part. Embarrassing, doubtless, but"?he tried to smile on In Harlan's face and failed. "My boy, the truth! Something he dared not face among honest men." Janet s eyes were blazing. "You accuse him? I demand to know!" The judge coughed awkwardly. "My dear, it is something you, perhaps, have not heard?this campaign?the heat of politics"?he spoke deprecatingly?he detested politics. "If you will withdraw, I might explain to Harlan. Since he demands it." "I demand it!" she cried. "I shall not go!" "She shall not go," said Harlan. "Do you know of that old yarn, Janet, that's been bandied about? Of Wiley's?marriage years ago?" "Yes," she answered calmly. "Heard and forgave. Only?if he had only come to me with it!" "Was that it, father? That!" "More than that," the Judge sighed. It was a delicate affair to mention before women. He had that archaic idea of women which could defend a social economlsm that sent them to walk the street, but would retreat at the suggestion that they really walked upon legs. He seated himself. "My boy, I do not know how to begin. The man was sent for. He was told that he was unfit to represent this sober and moral constituency at Washington. He was shown that the truth once out would defeat him among our people, even at this late day." "The truth?" shouted Harlan; "let's have the truth!" "The gentlemen discussed the affair nfUVi Vilrr. Ua ntvi than null 111111. lit UC1ICU IIICIII. TT C lilt" proved to his satisfaction that this? marriage?resulted In Issue. That he had a child, In fact?living. And here!" They watched him ceaselessly. He fingered with a paper-knife, and glanced out the window. It was distressing to be annoyed to tell the truth. Janet moved at last, breaking the spell upon them all. "I do not believe?" she muttered, and then looked at the Judge with stub born courage. "Well, then I do! And la that all?" "Another detail. This child of hie Is the girl whose notoriety has set the town by the ears for two seasons, Aurelle Lindstrom." They did not answer. Then he heard his son whisper: "It's a lie!" But Harlan had turned from them to the wall. "He has admitted It It was proven to his own complete confession." wunout tne winaow me sparrows twittered, and the fragmentary music of the band practice came to the room. Along the street and in the square, the group could see the passing country people, the teams; and hear the moving of steps in the court house corridor. Janet spoke again. Always her calmness prevailed. "How admitted It?" The Judge shrugged uneasily. "You just came to tell me that he had withdrawn. Is that not enough? What A iswer can you demand more?" The woman had arisen. She looked U her watch. From the room she could e?e the News' front windows; the door shut, Hemminger's face appearing once When a lad demanded entrance and was refused. Her head was aching with the press of bewildering problems. Some way out, some light, something to break the hopelessness of it all! She could look down the street to the opera house, the gathering country people reading the bill-boards. "Ah, well!" She turned: "I will have <o believe it, Judge Van Hart! I thank you. I?I?" she a tared at Harlan. He ijust have sat without a sound. He was by the table, his head resting on h^s hands. Something like a whispered cry came from him when Janet moved toward the door. When her fingers were on the knob, his voice arrested her. "Don't go, Janet! In God's name, let me think! Aurelie?Aurelie!" The father was staring at him In his torn. It seemed to the woman that the Judge's face waa graying. He reached to touch his boy's arm and could not, his hand dropping uselessly. "My son," he quavered, "what do you mean? Aurelie? His child?and you?" The other man raised his head. "I love her?that is all." Be arose and faced them. "Know it now, all of you!" His stubborn speech forced Its way between set teeth. "And Wiley?God help Wiley! I understand! I'm going to him?going?going!" He found his hat and was rushing to the door when Janet stopped him. "Wait! I want you, Harlan." "fm going to Wiley. They beat him down with this! His life's ambition, his hope?he renounced it all for her! 1 see that, Janet!" "Yes. But here?you can save him!" "Save him?" "Does he want the truth known? Do you want it known? You love her, Harlan!" He stopped. The Judge raised his hand dispassionately. Janet hurried OQc "You can save him. Tanner's Win UICi U X 0?W UIIU TTtlOU A, in, talking with the sheriff. In the corridor! Bring him!" Harlan stared. 'I'll kill him!" he muttered. Then she saw a light break on his face. He was gone. They stood face to face, Janet and the magistrate, when Harlan returned. They had not spoken. The judge appeared unnerved at last Tanner put a curious face in the door. When Harlan closed it behind him, he started in a grinning trepidation. The younger man motioned him to the table. He laid upon it the pages from Boydston's slips. Then he turned to the little gray boss and quietly, as if beginning an address to a Jury, he spoke: "In January, a year ago, you paid Dan Boydston two hundred and fifty rinllard tn be divided with Curry and another supervisor for putting through the contract you got for building the Broad creek bridge. On April the second of this year, you paid Boyston four hundred dollars to secure the road contracts In district six? and In June you paid him five hundred dollars to award your company the Slnsinawa creek dam work. And before that," he glanced over the slips, "you have bribed two, and possibly three, of the board for the last seven years to put road and bridge work not where the county wanted it, but where it was most profitable to you. I am going to bring all these instances before the January grand jury." The little boss had stood hat in hand, his cigar cocked downward, listening. He never moved until the recital was done. Then with grlmace, he tilted the cigar. His eyes shifted to Janet Vance. "Where did you get them facts?" "Do they read right?" "I ain't saying anything. But where did you get them Aggers?" "Boydston confessed." The judge was staring. Tanner took a step nearer on the rug. He adjusted his glasses carefully. Harlan's hand came down on the table before him. "Don't touch that paper!" "Young man, I ain't no ruffian. Le' me see." He looked slowly. "Boydston's writing, Isn't It?" "I'm not saying. I'm not talking. Only," he looked past Janet to the Judge. "What the hell do you want, young man?" "I want you to say!" "I ain't saying anything. You must have gone crazy." Harlan was folding over the notes In his pocketbook. "All right, Thad! Don't! But I'll be district attorney on the first of next month." The little boss took out his cigar. "Judge." he grinned, but his Hps were trembling, "what the hell we got Into?" The Judge suddenly burst from them with a groan. "Tanner! Don't speak to me?don't look at me, I tell you!" The boss rubbed his chin and watched Harlan. "I never could account for folks. For the day before election things are moving Into a mighty rumpus! Look at the folks in town! I been waiting half an hour for the boy to bring me a copy of the News." (To be Continued.) A man of small caliber Is sometimes the greatest bore. WThe high cost of food Is still agitating the minds of the people, but please to notice how little is being said about the high cost of drinks. PtSttllattnms Reading. RECEIPT8 FOR TOMATOES How to Mako 8aucoa, Pickles, MinceMeat and Othar Good Things. The following receipts furnished by Misa Minnie Lee Garrison, organiser of the Girls' Canning clubs, though rather late In the season, may be laid away for another time for those who cannot use them now: Chili 8auee. Canned tomatoes may be used In-1 stead of fresh ones, if It is wished to make the sauce in winter. Take 12 ripe .tomatoes, or a quart can of tomatoes, 4 large onions, 4 large green peppers, oflr a pinch of red pepper, all chopped fine, 2 cups of vinegar, 1 of ! brown sugar, a tb. salt, a L of allspice, ginger, cloves, and grated nutmeg. Boll until the vegetables are well cooked; then bottle and cork tightly. This will keep for years. The cayenne pepper is a very Important ingredient.?Mrs. Ella O. Bond, Midland, Ga. ? It 1b better to use half ripe tomatoes for this receipt. Peel 4 quarts, and cut them in halves, drain in a sieve and then chop fine. Chop 2 onions, and 2 red peppers. Add these to the tomatoes with half a cup of grated horseradish, half a cup of salt, 1 cup of mustard seed, 1 tb. of white pepper, 1 small cup of sugar, 1 tb. of ground cin* namon, } tb. full each of ground mace and cloves, and quart of vinegar. Cook steadily for nearly two hours, stirring frequently. Put in jars or bottles while hot . .nd seal.?Mrs. Ffennle H. Neely, Perry, Ark. Chili 8suce? Uncooked. Two pecks chopped tomatoes (not too ripe); 12 medium onions, (chopped) 2 cups salt, 2 quarts cider vinegar, 6 red peppers, chopped (sweet); 4 cups chopped celery, 4 pounds light brown sugar, 1 cup English mustard seed, 1 os. ground cinnamon. Mix tomatoes, celery, onions, and peppers; add salt Let stand together an hour or two; | then drain through a sieve. Add vine- ] gar, sugar, and spice. Let stand twen- | ty-four hours and put in Maaon Jars. 1 | And It almost Impossible to get celery , In the south In the summer; so I had , to substitute white cabbage and add , celery seed for celery flavor.?Mrs. F. ] L. Carberry, S. C. Mincemeat. One peck green tomatoes, 2 lbs. rai- j sins, | lb. citron, 1 level tb. cloves, cln- 1 namon, and nutmeg, each; 2 t. salt, 1 < cup vinegar, | peck apples, 1 lb. cur- ' rants, S lemons, skins, jnlce, pulp, 1| -1 cups beef suet, 4 lbs'sugar. Chop toma toes and fruit, pour boiling water over J tomatoes, let them stand 5 minutes, repeat twice more, drain well, then mix all and boll 1 bour. Put up in pint jars. ?Mrs. Jane S. McKimmon, Raleigh, N. C. Slice up a quantity of green tomatoes nri anrlnlrln with Mlt. Put into A bear and hang up to drip all night. The salt which Is left on tomatoes will not need to be washed off. In the morning, take equal weights of sugar and tomatoes and cook until the tomatoes are thoroughly done. To 7 pounds of the mixture of tomatoes and sugar, add S pounds of seedless raisins. With mace and cinnamon to suit taste, cook a short time after adding the seasoning and put Into Jars. This will keep without being sealed.?Miss Eula D. Atkinson, Jacksonville, Ala. Half a peck green tomatoes, sliced and sprinkled with salt Let stand 24 hours; then drain and ehop fine. Add 24 finely chopped apples, 3 lbs. brown sugar, 1 lb. raisins, 1 lb. chopped citron, 2 tb. cinnamon, 1 tb. cloves, 1 grated nutmeg. Add 1 quart of vinegar and cook from 1 to 2 hours. This will keep In stone Jars If set In a cool place.? Hiss Lois P. Dowdle, Rome, <3a. see Baked?Stuffed. Select large, ripe tomatoes. Wash, wipe, and cut away hard part around the stem end. Use teaspoon to remove pulp, being careful not to break shell. Chop pulp line. Slit grains of sweet corn by drawing sharp knife down each row, then scrape lightly from cob. Mix a 1? I- ?n..Al com ana lurnaiu yuip m ?wui niuw ( quantities; use white sauce for binding together* also add about i t. melted ' butter or cream for each tomato, salt 1 and pepper to taste, and a few drops of < onion Juice If liked. Carefully fill to- ( mato shells with this mixture. Place In Individual dishes, or all In one large 1 pan or baking dish; cover the tops with I butered bread or cracker crumbs and | bake 20 to 30 minutes In a moderate , oven. Instead of corn may be used stale biscuit or bread crumbs, cold rice or J macaroni, or bits of roast, steak, ham < or bacon, chopped line, thus utilising ( left-overs.?Miss Carrie Bell Hyde, Rock Hill, S. C. 1 < Cut the blossom end off the tomato; < take the seed out; tie a thin muslin < string about | Inch wide around the top of the tomato; so It will not break. ] Put In the oven and bake a fewmln- ] utes. Take out and pour Into the to- j mato an egg and again put Into the > oven until the egg Is done, and you will { have not only a dainty dish, but a very j palatable one for the morning meal.? j Miss Melissa Byrd, Tasso, Tenn. Tomatoes out open, the oentera filled with butter, pepper and salt; and the halves pressed together and baked In a hot oven, form an appetising entree for dinner.?Miss Melissa Byrd, Tasso, Tonn. ? Remove the meat from whole tomatoes, season crumbs of light bread With butter, onion, pepper and salt: fill tomatoes and bake.?Miss Melissa Byrd, Tasso, Tenn, Baked, Cut in halves, lay them in buttered pan, dust with buttered crumbs, and bake until brown.?Miss Melissa Byrd, Tasso, xenn. Broiled. Wash, scald, peel, cut Into halves, lay on a wire broiler, and when hot, add a bit of butter, pepper, and salt and serve when brown or sprinkle with buttered crumbs before broiling.?Miss Melissa Byrd, Tasso, Tenn. Butter. One peck ripe tomatoes, (not too ripe); 3 lemons (Juice and part of the rind), syrup and sugar to taste, about 2J gal. sugar and i gal. syrup. You may use all sugar or all Byrup, If preferred. This Is better still, If about one-third peck of sour apples are used with the tomatoes; cook until stiff and seal.?Mrs. Mollis Bvers, Plant City, Fla. Sliced. A dish of sliced tomatoes, sprinkled with powdered sugar and shaved ice. With the JUlCe Ol a. lemuu oi|ucuv~ over, will be found very refreshing for breakfast In hot weather.?Miss Melissa Byrd, Tasso, Tenn. , Take off a very thin peeling, and cut the tomato from blossom end to stem end In six or eight points, according to size of tomato. Then open the tomato, leaving the seed in a round bulb in the center, and place mayonnaise around the seed.?Miss Melissa Byrd, Tasso, Tenn. Fried. Tomatoes dipped in egg batter and fried In boiling lard are also good.? Miss Melissa Byrd, Tasso, Tenn. Soup?Cream of Tomato. One quart milk, 2 tb. flour, 2 tb. butter a slice of onion, 1 qt. canned or stewed tomatoes, i t. soda, dash cayenne. Stew tomatoes until tender. Press through a sieve to remove seed. Add soda to prevent acid curdling milk; salt, and cayenne. Scald milk with slice of onion. Prepare flour as for white sauce; add to milk after removing onion and adding butter, and cook as white sauce. Combine the milk and tomato mixtures beat vigorously, let boil up, and serve at once. (Before serving, taste to see that It is properly seasoned.) Croutons, made by cutting stale bread into sticks and cubes, and toasting may be served with It.?Miss Carrie Belle Hyde, Rock Hill. 8. C. Soup. One half can tomatoes, 2 t sugar, \ t. soda, 4 tb. flour, 1 quart milk, 1 slice onion, 1 t salt, | cup butter. Scald milk with onion, remove onion and thicken milk with flour diluted with cold water until thin enough to pour. Being careful that the mixture is free from lumps cook 20 minutes, stirring at first. Cook tomatoes with sugar 16 minutes; add soda and run through a sieve. Combine mixtures and strain into tureen over butter, salt, and pepper.?Miss Evelyn Maddox, McCarley, Miss. I keep on hand tomatoes prepared In this way: Select real ripe tomatoes. Boll until you can rub through a sieve; put In salt and pepper to taste. Bottle, or put Into Jars; set In cold water In canner and let boll 10 or 15 minutes; seal. I use this to make a quick soup. Pour i cup Into a saucepan, pour boll. Ing water Into make soup bowl full and add a little butter or beef broth. By adding vinegar, you have catsup.?Mrs. EHla W. Lambert. Searcy. Ark. Stew. Take 4 good tomatoes and 2 medium Used onions, chopped fine. Boll together, until onions are tender. Season with i bit of butter, pepper and salt Before removing from fire, stir In a hefting tb. of flour, moistened with a little a nit hnll a form mlniltM Innnr ? ItfTss Rosamond Clark! Paris, Tenn. Scalloped. Use either canned or fresh tomatoes. Left-over tomato sauce may also be used. Put a layer of tomato in the bottom of the baking dish, or enamel pan; teason with salt and pepper, and dot lightly with butter; cover with a layer it bread crumbs. Place another layer it tomato, with seasonings as before, tnd one of crumbs. Over third layer of tomato and seasonings, pour white tauce | cup to 1 cup, according to the lize of the pan. Cover this with buttered bread or cracker crumbs. It is better to steam 20 minutes, then put in moderate oven until crumbs are a rich brown. Otherwise it may be covered In the oven during the first 20 minutes; then uncovered to brown. If desired, a lash of cayenne .pepper and a few lrops of onion juice may be added to teasonings.?Miss Carrie Belie Hyde, Rock HiU, 8. C. it Stew 4 tomatoes until the water is partly cooked out and pulp is soft and fine. Season with pepper, salt and 4 tb. if butter. Put an Inch layer of cracker irumbs into a pudding dish. Add tomatoes and a layer or crumbs on top. Add bits of butter to top and brown In iven.?Miss Rosamond Clark,, Paris Tenn. <1' ILL-8TARRED MAXIMILIAN Tragie End of Effort to Establish Mexican Monarehy. Neither Europe nor America is celebrating an anniversary of great historic interest, the offer, fifty years ago this month, of the Imperial crown of Mexico to Prince Maximilian, younger brother of the Emperor Francis Joseph if Austria, at his castle of Miramar on the Adriatic. In that beautiful home built by himself Maximilian, who had retired a few years before from the rice royalty of Lombardy, was enjoying Ideal happiness with his young srlfe. Carlotta, daughter of Leopold I if Belgium, when summoned at the in. itance of Napoleon in to a throne iropped up by French bayonets. Napo eon bad long cherished the design to Mtabllsh a vassal empire In Mexico, ind In our Civil war he saw his oppor.unlty. The story of French invasion ind occupation Is well known. Secretary Seward, as the war drew :oward Us close, Increased the urgency )f his demand, repeatedly made, that :he French should evaouate Mexico and eave the Mexicans free to set up their 3wn government. Napoleon dared not challenge the United States by a refuial. General Philip H. Sheridan was on Jie Rio Grande with a seasoned and Uaclplined army; other great armies )f veterans were ready to obey the sumnons to battle and Generals Grant and Sherman would willingly have followed in the footsteps of Scott and Taylor, rhe French troops were withdrawn. Maximilian deceived as to the strength )f his cause with the natives, refused :o accompany Baxalne across the ocean ind the month of May, 1817, ss v .the smperor shut up with a small force at Jueretaro, surrounded by an army of 10,000 Mexloan avengers, in those flnal days of his life and ?h? hanlAaa Anatrlan Drlnce ex ijbjted ft oourage and nobility of character worthy of a descendant of Maria Theresa. He faced death with more than reckless daring; be shared an the privations of his faithful adherents, ind he was preparing to out his way jut through the host or besiegers when treachery delivered blm to the enemy. Miguel Lopes was the Benedict Arnold of Queretara; personal immunity tnd 9,000 ounces of gold the price. Lopes held the key to Querfetaro?the convent of La Crus. Maximilian had Poen his friend and generous patron, ind had appointed him chief of the imperial guard. Lopes discerned the ipproaohing downfall of his sovereign ind resolved to save himself by be traylng him to the enemy. Tne j_,ioerai troops were admitted to La Crus, and the emperor and hie officers were prisiners. In vain the Princess Salm-Salm. representing one of the proudest families tn Europe, bent her knees before the Indian president of Mexico and pleaded for the life of Maximilian. "Boys, aim well?aim at my heart!" was Maximilian's request to his executioners. "Oh, man!" was his last cry as he fell, the victim of his own folly and of Louis Napoleon's perfidy. The volley which pierced his breast was the knee of the Bonaparte dynasty. Gravelotte was but little more than three years from Quertaro. Carlotta knew nothing of her husband's fate. Crushed by the refusal of Napoleon to recall his order for the withdrawal of the French troops from Mexico, she had become insane in the previous October, and has ever since been under safeguard in a royal palace >n Belgium, having at times lucid inM * ?v.l?K la m|4 .ha cervaiB, aunng wuku h id ??u, writes her memoirs. She Is now In her jeventy-fourth year. With her death will be ended one of the most tragic ;hapters of history.?New York Times. Novslty Fabrics.?New fabrics and jnheard of names for them are some:hing for the woman to reckon with this season when she goea out to buy tier new garments. They are almost worthy of a key by which to connect the strange sounding titles with the roods whloh one Instantly detects as novel. Duvetyn Is a leading weave of woolen and of silk, being really a member af the pile fabric family with a cut lurface. It Is soft, yet with plenty of body to make it desirable for entire jostumes or for trimming purposes. Peau du peche (peach skin), resembles the texture of the woolly outside or a peach, but feels almost like a piece of line suede. Some expensive pieces of this are shown with a pressed broche effect. Broadtail velour is another new coating material that is wonderfully like the real animal skin.?Philadelphia Ledger. THE CLINCnriKLO HOA0 The Profits of a Coal Train How fths Director* Bask Thoir Judgment. The Carolina, Clinchfield and Ohio railroad, ope ratine 240 miles of line from Dante, Va., to Sparthnbttrf, 8. 8., is a millionaire's costly toy, although not an expensive one. It hu the distinction of being a toy railroad model on which the theories of a croup of well know New York millionaires can be worked out and demonstrated very much as problems are studied on the Ordinary demonstration farm. It is equally important that most of these theories have been found correct m are working out satisfactorily in practice. For Instance, hating the money and plenty of It, they proceed on the theory that if no expense was spared in introducing every modern improvement ss to roadbed, grades, equipment, etc., the ultimate return would Justify the original cost They bulk the road over and through part of the Appalachlah range in order to reach the Cumberland coal field, but tunnels, fills and cuts have produced U road with a maximum gradient of i per cent and modern equipment and power permits of 100 OOtoa oar train movement at the smallest cost for train movement in the United States, the manage ment knows exactly to the cent how much it cost to build the toad and when the government physical valuation experts arrive they will find figures at their hands which they cannot dispute. They know exactly how much revenue each coal train will ptoduce and to the cent almost how much it will Hi] cost to move It before It Is started on its wry. It is a simple problem ih arithmetic. EUch train contains 6,000 tons of coal and the rate from the mines to Spartanburg is fixed. It Is approximately $1.00 a ton. This means 16,000 revenue for each train. Two trains a day means 610,M0 dally or over $6,000,000 gross a year. Three trains a day means a half again as much and four will double the lnoome. It all depends upon ths productive capacity of the mines which 1*^ being increased as rapidly as practicable. Merchandise and passenger traffic Is Incidental and repreeeats so much additional Income. Everything about the road is tonguod and grooved and fits perfectly. There are no loooe ends. In the fiscal ydar ended June SO, lest. It cost the company 17.6 per cent of gross to move Its traffic. Its total operating ratio was 41.6 per cent -of the groes. Any one of the Joint owners of this ? property Is expected to advance theories portending tothi* road oit its affairs, provided he IS willing to book I thttn with hit cash. &, for' taetance, he think! a certain Industry would thrive In a particular location he la expected to etart one to Me how It jjhw would turn out In thi* way a cement plant wa* started and proved so successful that capacity has recently been doubled.1 It la turning out SO carloads of cement a day and SO per oent profit Into ita sponsor's pocket A brick plan waa another theory started and since demonstrated to he a money-making proposition. Somebody owns a hotel and la proving that the top of the mountain range which the Cllnchfleld penetrates, la a popular health reeort few of them urn (iimvlwMl that the cnuntrv con tiguoua to the rood could be made. to produce a high grade marketable apple and proved it bp doing ao on i thousand* of acres purchased for the purpose. Tens of thousands of apple trees are now being planted along the railroad's right of way. Another director recently advanced the theory that this country was a good one for raising beef battle end has just closed the purchase of 1,100 acres of land on whieh he preposes to prove it Somebody else believes available natural deposits would permit of successful operation of a fertiliser plant It to now in course Of construction.?Wall Street Journal. ? in .nine^U II i il Hi Edison versus the Lew.?There to a note of regret in the judgment rendered by Thomas A. Edison upon law as administered today. The almost magical Inventor had suffered much at the hand of the courts, one piece of litigation, thAt comnellins Jay Gould to keep a contract, having been prolonged for forty year*. Thla la bla verdict: "There la no justice in law. St haa reaolved ltaelf Into technlcalttlea and i formulae. A. caae will be thrown out of one court and carried Into another; it will be aent back on write and advanced on argument, and bandied back and forth more for the ezeretoe of legal prtcuce win iur ui? iuuiiurau? v Justice. Where an important case might be settled in a short time by the use of common sense, It will be prolonged for years through the technicality of Jurisprudence, the whole course of which defeats the object sought" When it is understood that Edison has been called upon to defend practically all of his great inventions at an enormous expense and through great tribulation, his severe language #111 be ; forgiven. Upoh his own statement he ilost the German rights to his carbon transmitter through the insertion of a comma, which entirely changed the Interpretation of the patent It is not against law he inveighs, but rather against Its Interpretation by the courts ,and their officers, which term includes lawyers. Nor Is he alone in this bitter comment. Only last week a judge of the common pleas Court at the capital .declared from the bench that questions which delayed for four years an accounting with the city of Columbia by a public service corporation might have been answered offhand by any bystander, even though a layman. With his marvelous brain and his long and varied experience with the , administration of the law the wlxard of Invention might, if he set himself to the task, produce a system of practice which would eliminate the evils of which he complains.?Cincinnati Ennitlrop Iron Clothes With Th*ir FNt?A writer In the Wide World llag&xlne says that the moat curloua sight he saw In Cairo was men Ironing clothes with their feet! The men were employ* ed in the native tailoring establish* ments. Except for a long handle, the irons were shaped like the ordinary flat-iron, only larger. A solid block of wood rested on the top of the iron, and on this the men placed one foot, guiding the iron in the desired direction by means of the handle. For the sake of convenience, ironing boards were raised only a few inches from the ground, and however strange the method may seem to us, the work was done very well and very expeditiously.