Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, October 24, 1913, Image 1

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I ' 'f ri. ' - ? . *& Jr: ' 1' ,: 1 ISSOED MM1-WEEELT. i. K. grist's 8018. PiMithen. J & 4smitS IfHWWH: <^or th< {promotion ojf th< {political, ?o$tal, ^griqoltur.at and Commn;cial Jntrrtsls o|f th< |?opt<. { S""established 1855. FORKVILLE. 9. O., FRIDAY. OCTOBER '34. 1913. KO. 85. * /f>i Wv VW ^?7v Wt?/ wTw wi WITHIN ' BY MARI FROM THE PLAY 01 Copyright, 1912, by the H. K. F CHAPTER V. Keeping Within the Law. Hary'a heart leaped at the possibility back of those three words, "within the law." She might do anything. seek revenge, work any evu, enjoy any mastery as long as she should keep within the law. There could be no punishment then. That was the lesson taught by the captain In high finance. He was at pains always in his stupendous robberies to keep within the law. To that end he employed lawyers of mighty cunning and learning to guide his steps aright in such tortuous patha There, then, was the secret. Why should she not use the like means? Why, indeed? She had brains enough to devise, surely. Beyond that she needed only to keep her course most carefully within those limits of wrongdoing permitted by the statutea The sole requirement would be a lawyer equally unscrupulous and asute. She took Joe Garson into her confl dence. He was vastly astonished at the outset and not quite pleased. To his view this plan offered merely a fashion of setting difficulties in the way of achievement Presently, however, the sincerity and persistence of the girl won him over. The task of convincing him would have been easier had he himself known the torment of serving a year in prison. Thus far, however, the forger had always escaped the penalty for his crimes, though often close to ^ conviction. But Mary's arguments were of a compelling sort as she set them forth in detail, and Garson agreed that the experiment should be made. An agreement was made by which Joe Garson and certain of his more trusted intimates in the underworld were to put themselves under the or/>/>n/u>rnlnv the ftnhprp of uera vi iucu j wviiw*m?i0 ?v ? their activities. Furthermore, they bound themselves not to engage in any devious business without her consent. Aggie, too, was one of the company thus constituted, but she figured little in the preliminary discussions since neither Mary nor the forger had much respect for the intellectual capabilities of the adventuress, though they appreciated to the full b??r remarkable pow^ w% Aggie's Winsome Innocence. er of influencing: men to her will. It was not difficult to find a lawyer suited to the necessities of the undertaking:. Mary selected Sigismund Harris, an attorney, just in the prime of his mental vigors, who possessed a knowledge of the law only to be equaled by his disrespect for it. Forthwith the scheme was set in operation. As a first step Mary Turner became a young lady of independent fortune, who had living with her a cousin. Miss Agnes Lynch. The flat was abandoned. In its stead was an apartment in the Nineties on Riverside drive, in which the ladies lived alone with two maids to serve them. Garson had rooms In the neighborhood, but Jim Lynch, who persistently refused the conditions of such an alliance, betook himself afar, to continue his reckless gathering of other folk's money in such wise as to make him amenable to the law the very first time he should be caught at it. A few tentative ventures resulted in profits so large that the company grew mightily enthusiastic over the novel manner of working. In each Instance Harris was consulted and made his confidential statement as to the legality of the thing proposed. After a few perfectly legal breach of promise suits, due to Aggie's winsome Innocence of demeanor, had been settled advantageously out of court Mary devised a scheme of greater elaborateness, with the legal acumen of the lawyer, to indorse It In the matter of safety. It was piannea as uie swiuuung w ? swindler, which, in fact, had now become the secret principle in Mary's morality. A gentleman possessed of some means, none too scrupulous himselr, but with high financial aspirations, advertised for a partner to invest capital in a business sure to bring large returns. This advertisement caught the eye of Mary Turner, and she answered it An introductory correspondence encouraged her to hope for the victory in a game of cunning against cunning. She consulted with Harris and especially sought from him detailed information as to partnership law. His statements gave her such confidence that presently she entered into a partnership with the advertiser. By the terms of their agreement each deposited J30.000 to the partnership account. This sum of $60,000 was ostensibly to be devoted to the purchase of a tract of land, which should afterward be divided into lots and resold to the public at enormous profit. As a matter of fact, the advertiser planned to LA AXA A A AAA ITSJ vtvJ wv vTti? TrjFT wV Ww Vts. rHE LAW ttN DANA ' BAYARD YEILLER ly company. UL /JAA (XMUXk AAA AAA AAA AT^ A A frf *Jrm' xPVTP w-9-\j? QTVxP Q7W TlUT VTITTr make a spurious purchase of the tract in question by means of forged deeds granted bv an accomplice, thus mak Ing through fraud a neat profit of $30,000. No sooner was the $60,000 on deposit In the bank than Mary Turner drew out the whole amount, as she had a perfect right to do legally. When the advertiser learned of this he was, naturally enough, full to overflowing with wrath. But after an interview with Harris he swallowed his wrath as best he might He found he could not go Into court with clean hands, which Is a prime stipulation of the law, though often honored in the breach. So he let himself be mulcted in raging silence. The event established Mary as the arbiter In her own coterie. She next decided that a certain General Hastings would make an excellent sacrifice on the altar of justice?and to her own financial profit. The old man was a notorious roue, of most unsavory repI Af InriAnonoo Tt I ucauun a* a ucouv/u v& m*w?uv?i ? was probable that he would easily fall a victim to the Ingenuous charms of Aggie. As for that precocious damsel, she would run no least risk of destine| tlon by the satyr. General Hastings met Aggia In the I most casual way. He was captivateo | by her freshness and beauty, her demureness, her ignorance of all ihings vicious. Straightway he set snares. He showered every gallant attention on the naive, bread and butter miss and succeeded gratifylngly soon in winning her heart?to all appearance. But he gained nothing more, for the |coy creature abruptly developed most effective powers of resistance to every j blandishment that went beyond strictest propriety. His ardor cooled sudjdenly when Harris served a summons in a suit for $10,000 damages for breach of promise. l?ven while this affair was still in the course of execution Mary found ! herself engaged in a direction that offered at least the hope of attaining I ner great aesire?revenge agaium inward Gilder. This opportunity came in the person of his son, Dick. After much contriving, she got an Introduction to that young man. Forthwith she showed herself so deliciously womanly, so intelligent, so daintily feminine, so singularly beautiful that the young man was enamored almost at once. The fact thrilled Mary to the depths of her heart, for in this son of the man whom she hated she saw the instrument of vengeance for which she had so longed. Tet this one thing was so vital to her that she said nothing of her purposes, not even to Aggie, though that observant person may have possessed suspicions more or less near the truth. It was some such suspicion that lay behind her speech as, In negligee, she sat smoking a cigarette, while watching Mary, who was adjusting her hat before the mirror of her dressing table one pleasant spring morning. "Dollin* up a whole lot, ain't you?" Aggie remarked affably, with that laxity of language which characterized her natural moods. "I have a very important engagement with Dick Gilder," Mary replied tranquilly. "Nice boy, ain't he?" Aggie ventur! ed Insinuatingly. "Oh, I suppose so," came the indifj ferent answer from Mary as she tilted the picture hat to an angle a trifle more jaunty. "I don't get you, Mary. You never used to look at the men. The way you acted when you first run round with me, I thought you sure was a suffragette. And then you met this young Gilder?and?good night, nurse!" "Well?" "His old man sends you up for a stretch for something you didn't do, and you take up with his son like"? "And yet you don't understand!" There was scorn for such gross stupidity in the musical voice. Aggie choked a little from the cigarette smoke as she gave a gasp when susDicion of the truth suddenly dawn ed on her slow Intelligence. "Hully gee!" Her voice came In a treble shriek of apprehension. "I'm wise!" "But you must understand this," Mary went on, with an authoritative note In her voice. "Whatever may be between young Gilder and me is to be strictly my own alTali*. It has absolutely nothing to do with the rest of you or with our schemes for monev making. And, what is more, Agnes, I want to know what you meant by talk lng in the public street yesterday with a common pickpocket." Aggie's childlike face changed swiftly its expression from a shy eagerness to sullenness. "You know perfectly well, Mary Turner," she cried indignantly, "that I only said a few words in passin' to my brother Jim. And he ain't no common pickpocket Hully gee! He' the best dip in the business." "But you must not be seen speaking with him," Mary directed, with a certain air of command now become habitual to her among the members of her clique. "My cousin, miss agnes Lynch, must be very careful as to her associates." "He just stopped me to say It's been the best year he ever had," she explained, with ostentatious vanity. "How can that be when the dead line now is John street?" "The dead line!" Aggie scofTed. "Why. Jim takes lunch every day in the Wall street Delmonlco's. And only yesterday he went down to police headquarters just for a little excitement, "cause Jim does sure hate a dull life. Say, he told me they've got a mat at the door with "Welcome" on it in letters three feet high. Now, what do you think of that! And, oh, yes!" she continued happily, "Jim, he lifted a leather from a bull who was standing in the hallway at headquarters! Jim sure does love excitement." / iv viiH^^Hw noHH^B < 'X' S:' UJIirHBnMiL hQwjiKHy f 2 ^jHB* IHKi^ ^^^Hfl|| ft; : Hi ?* ?: - pg^^^M > ?jf Jm^^^HHbm*. "I have an important angagamant with Oiok Gilder." Mary lifted her dark eyebrows In half amused Inquiry. "It's no use, Agnes," she declared, though without entire sincerity; "I can't quite keep up with your thieves' argot?your slang, you know. Just what did this brother of yours do?" "Why, he copped the copper's kale," Aggie translated, glibly. Mary threw out her hands In a gesture of dismay. Thereupon the adventuress Instantly assumed a most ladylike and mincing air which ill assorted with the cigarette that she held between her lips. "He gently removed a leathern wallet." she said sedately, "containing a large sum of money from the coat pocket of a member of the detective force." The elegance of utterance was inimitably done. But in the next instant the ordinary vulgarity of enunciation was in full play again. "Oh, gee!" she cried gayly. "He Bays Inspector Burke's got a gold watch that weighs a ton, an' all set with diamon's, which was give to 'lm by admirin' friends! We didn't contribute." "Given to him," Mary corrected with a tolerant smile. "What difference does it make?" Aggie demanded scornfully. "He's got It. ain't he? Just as soon as I get time I'm goln' after that watch believe me!" "No. you're not. You are under my orders now. And as long as you are working with us you will break no laws." "But I can't see"?Aggie began to argue with the petulance of a spoiled child. "When you were working alone did you have a home like this?" "No." "Or such clothes? Most of all. did you have safety from the police?" "No; but, Just the same, I can't see"? "Agnes, the richest men In this country have made their fortunes, not because of the law, but In spite of the law. They made up their minds what they wanted to do and then they engaged lawyers clever enough to show them how they could do it and sun keep within the law. Any one with brains can get rich in this country if he will engage the right lawyer. Well. I have the brains, and Harris is showing me the law?the wonderful twisted law that was made for the rich. Since we keep inside the law we are safe. "And now I must be off to a most important engagement with Mr. Dick Gilder." CHAPTER VI. A Tip From Headquarters. Aggie gave herself over to more clenrpttps In an easv chair sorawled out in an attitude of comfort never taught in any finishing school for young ladies. Soon the coming of Joe Garson, who was usually In and out of the apartment a number of times dally, provided a welcome diversion. Aggie explained in response to his question that Mary had gone out to keep an engagement with Dick Gilder. "Mary has been with him a good deal lately," he said, half questionlngly. "That's what," was the curt agreement. "Think she's stuck on him?" "Why not?" Aggie retorted. "Bet your life I'd be if I had a chance. He's a swell boy, and his father's got the coin too." At this the man moved impatiently, and his eyes wandered to the window. Again Aggie studied him with a swift glance of interrogation. "Joe, if there's anything on your mind shoot it." "It's Mary," Garson explained, with some embarrassment; "her end young Gilder." "Well?" came the crisp question. "Well, somehow," Garson went on, still scmewhat confusedly, "I can't see any good of it for her." "Why?" Aggie demanded, in surprise. "Old man Gilder's got a big pull, and if he caught on to his boy's going with Mary he'd be likely to send the police after us?strong! Believe me, 1 ain't looking for any trip up the river." "We ain't done nothtn' they can touch us for. Mary says so." "Whether we've done anything or wnetner we naven i, aom umnci, nv objected. "Once the police set out after ycu they'll get you. Russia ain't In It with some of the things I have seen pulled off In this town." "Oh, can that 'frald talk!" Aggie exclaimed roughly. "I tell you they can't get us. We've got our fingers crossed." A noise at the hall door interrupted her. and she looked up to see a man. while behind him appeared the maid, protesting angrily. "Never mind that announcing thing with me," the newcomer rasped to the expostulating servant in a voice that suited well his thick set figure, with the bullet shaped head and the bull like neck. He was Ca-ssidy, who had had Mary Turper In his charge on the occasion of her 111 fated visit to Edward Glider's office four years before. "Hello, Joe!" he cried familiarly. "Hello, Aggie!" "Well?" Joe demanded. "Just a little friendly call," Cassidy announced In his strident voice. "Wherj's the lady of the house?" "Out." Aggie spoke very sharply. , "Well, Joe," Cassidy went on, "when sue comes DacK just ten ner ? s up to her to make a getaway and to make it quick." , . "Say," Aggie itetorted viciously, "you can't throw any scare into us. Tou hain't got anything on us. See?" "Nothing on you, eh? Well, well, let's see." Cassidy regarded Garson with a grin. "Tou are Joe Garson, forger." As he spoke the detective took a notebook from a pocket, found a page, and then read: "First arrested in 1891 for forging the name of Edwin Goodsell to a check for $10,000. Again arrested June 19, 1893, for forgery. Arrested in April, 1898, for forging the series of bonds that were counterfeit. Arrested as the man back of the Rellly gang in 1903. Arrested in 1908 for forgery." "Haven't any records of convictions, have you?" "No, but we've grot tne rignt dope on you, all right, Joe Garson." He turned savagely on the girl. "And you're little Aggie Lynch," Cassldy declared as he thrust the notebook back Into his pocket. "Just now you're posing as Mary Turner's cousin. You served two years In Burnslng for blackmail. You were arrested in Buffalo, convicted and served your stretch. Nothing on you? Well, well!" Again there was triumph in the officer's chuckle. He went on speaking with obvious enjoyment of the extent to which his knowledge reached. "And the head of the gang is Mary Turner. Arrested four years ago for robbing the Emporium. Did her stretch of three years." "Is that all you've got about her?" Garson demanded with such abruptness that Cassldy forgot his dignity Bufflolentlv to answer with an unaual ified yes. "Nothing in your record of her about her coming out without a friend in the world and trying to go straight? Vou ain't got nothing in that pretty little book of your'n about your going to the millinery store where she finally got a Job and tipping them oft to where she come from?" "Sure, they was tipped off. We got to protect the city." "Got anything in that record of your'n," Garson went on venomously, "about her getting another Job and your following her up again and having her thrown out? Got It there about the letter you had old Gilder write, so that his influence would get her canned?" "Oh, we had her right the first time." "You did not. She was railroaded for a Job she never done. She went In honest, and she came out honest." "And that's why she's here now with a gang of crooks," Cassidy retorted. "Where else should she be?" Garson demanded violently. "You ain't got nothing in that record about my jump ing Into the river after her. That's where I found her?a girl that never done nobody any harm, starving because you police wouldn't give her a chance to work. In the river because she wouldn't take the only other way that was left to her to make a living, because she was keeping straight! Have you got any of that in your book?" "Anyway," the officer went on, with a new confidence, now that his eyes were free from the gaze that had burned into his soul, "you've got to clear out, the whole gang of you and do it quick." "We don't scare worth a cent." Ag gie snapped, with the virulence of a vixen. "You can't do anything to us. Mil ? A "Is that all you'va got about har?" Gar* ton demanded. We ain't broke the law." There came a sudden ripple of laughter, and the charming lips curved joyously as she added, "Though perhaps we have bent It a bit." "Well, you've got the tip," Cassidy returned, somewhat disconcerted, after a stolid fashion of his own. "It's up to you to take It, that's all. If you don't one of you will make a long visit with some people out of town, and it'll probably be Mary. Remember, I've given It to you straight." Cassidy turned and went noisily out of the drawing room. As she heard the outer door close behind the detective Aggie's expression grew vicious. "The truck horse detective!' she >neered. "An eighteen collar and a six and a half hat! He sure had his nerve trying to bluff us!" "Perhaps It wasn't a bluff, Aggie," Garson suggested. "Well, what have we done, I'd like to know?" Garson answered with a note of weariness that was unlike him. "It ain't what you have done," he said quietly. "It's what they can make a Jury think you've done. And, once they set out to get you?God, how they can frame things! If they ever start out after Mary"? He did not finish the sentence, but sank down Into his chair with a groan that was almost of despair. (To Be Continued). If Some people do not believe In put? ting off until tomorrow the mean things they can do today. piscfltanrouj grading. "GOLDEN-ROO TIME." Written for The Enquirer. It 1b Golden-rod time! Look over the hills At the myriads and myriads of golden bloom Taulns nliimoa r\f ahpunv fnnn Through the mystic meads of autumn lands. It is Golden-rod time! You can hear It In the breese, The lyrical flit of fallln' leaves, And catch If you will, the flashes of Are On the maple's soft leaf, and the tip of the brier. It Is Golden-rod time! on the mountain side Where the sun lingers long, at even'tide Where the whip-poor-will calls to Its little brown mate. And the partridge Is heard In the tan, gled brake. It Is Golden-rod time! Look not afar! The fabled "Golden Fleece" Is here, A lotus dream, of opulent Isles, Of autumn days, and sun-set skies. It Is Golden-rod time! How old memories start From the thrall of the past, in the pulse of the heart. And life is again a beautiful dream As in the Golden-rod time! Of day* that have been. i ?Mrs. M. Louise Jackson. Yorkville, S. C. p?.oun yrmo r.no. nuunu Indictment Quashed Against Editor of Jafforaonian. holding that the indictment charge ing Thomas E. Wataon, historian, editor and former presidential candidate, wtth sending obscene matter through the mails was illegal. Federal Judge Rtjfus K Foster ordered the case thrown out of court at Augusta on Tuesday. In sustaining the motion of the defense made Monday, asking that the' indictment be quashed. Judge Foster brought the trial to an abrupt and unexpected close. The largest audience evfr assembled in the Federal court roam here attended today's session, and when the Judge announced his ruling dismissing the charges against the Georgia editor, the spectators broke into thunderous cheers. Judge Foster paid no attention to this demonstration, which quickly subsided. It was solely upon the contention raised by Mr. Watson himself that under the Federal statute the entire alleged obscene article, and not portions of it, must be included in the indictment, that the court ordered the case dismissed. Extended argument upon the motion had been made by S. G. McLendon, Mr. Watson's principal attor ney, and at the close of this the defendant asked permission to present what he described as "other phases" of the matter. This being: granted, Mr. Watson addressed the court briefly, laying stress u^fon his claim that the indictment should not select certain passages of the article written by him, but should include the entire matter. He said that unless .this were true, it would be possible to Indict persons mailing copies of the Bible or the criminal code of Georgia. Argument against the motion by the United States district attorney, Alexander Akerman, was brief and was limited to a defense of the government's position that the indictment need merely indicate the alleged obscene passages and not the entire article in which they appeared. He said that he had decision to support this, but did not produce them in court, and Judge Foster ordered the indictment quashed. In announcing his decision Judge Foster said: "It appears in this indictment, in all three counts, that the publication alleged to have been sent through the It- a ? -l-t-il la av_ inu.ua III VIU1U.UUII 111 mc taw to an CAtract from a complete article. It is clearly In my opinion that the government is required to plead the entire article. The article Is obscene as a whole or Is not obscene, and we can not take out a few paragrphs here and there and charge them as obscene and make them the basis of an Indictment. It may be that a progress here and there is sufficient to impress the 1 whole publication with obscenity, but the defendant is entitled to be charged with sending the complete article. The publication is an entire thing. It Is not a part or extract. We would be able to indict a sender of the Bible on this theory. "I am not pretending to rule on any other feature of the Indictment. The question of whether it is obscene if set out In a dead language is not passed upon. On this view I will sustain the motion to quash. 11 XT ? ftril] hoiro run Tt il U piUOUI|/HUIl nut <*U ? V wit, is possible for the government to reindict and make these entire articles part of the indictment. I think that is due to the defendant in this case. That will be my ruling." 1 What course the United States district attorney will pursue is in doubt, as he has refused, so far, to discuss the matter. Mr. Watson, before leav- , ing Augusta for bis home at Thomson, Ga., expressed himself as satisfied with the outcome of the trial. He apparently was greatly pleased. HICK30N REPLIES TO BEARD Another Installment in Controversy in Gaffney Ledger. (Gaffney Ledger, October 20.) Editor Gaffney Ledger: If the letter of Senator Tillman to me could possibly Justify the editor in admitting into his columns anything unkind to him or myself, I certainly would never have given it to the public. But it did not. In my letter to the senator, and his to me, we were discussing questions much higher than politics, and certainly higher than Bleaseism. Neither of us referred to Blease or Bleaseism, except incidentally. His request at the conclusion that I Inform him of the political status in this county was an after thought not connected with the subject of the correspondence and had no political significance whatever. No one could Justly Infer from It how Senator Tillman or myself stood as to the race for U. S. senator. The only data on which I could base an opinion as to Mr. Tillman's choice for senator is on general principles. He has never told me how he stood. Of course, Governor Blease knows how the senator stands with reference to himself In that or any other race. He knew from the first how he stood in his race for governor. Anyone who knows Tillman and Blease, knows that Tillman could never approve of Blease for any office of high trust. I never, at any time, asked Tillman what he thought of Blease. To me it would have been superfluous. To me It has always been a mystery that any man who knew the ttun mAn oKnnM hflVA doubted on that subject. To me It has always seem-1 ed a wanton Insult to Tillman andl Tlllmonism to try to drag Blease and Bleasetsm up to the level of the former. That Blease came Into notice and power on the wave of Tlllmanlsm and that he imitated Tillman's faults and got himself there by being called a Tlllraanite was and is apparent to all. Ha never was loyal to Tillman except to Imitate his faults and follow his mistakes. He himself was as repugnant to Tillman as he was to Hampton and Just as repugnant to Butler, even when although swinging onto Tillman's coat tall, he voted for Butler. This much I have felt Impelled to say to defend myself from any Just blame for causing that outrageous attack on Senator Tillman. That letter was only used as a pretext on the part of Mr. Beard, not to defend Blease, for he doesn't defend him, but to attack Tillman and chiefly to boost John L. McLaurln In for governor. I do not mean to be dragged Into the political flght at this stage, so far as it concerns Blease or McLaurln. I was always a Tillmanlte, but I never voted for either of these gentlemen for any office. All I have to say, politically, now is that Ed. Smith and the farmers of South Carolina will take care of Blease in the race for the senate, and that without myself. So far McLaurln's race for governor Is concerned, I have this to say: If, as Mr. Beard's article indicates, he thinks It necessary to destroy Senator Tillman and his influence in South Carolina in order to be elected governor, he has a bad row for stumps, and if he has no higher reason for running for governor than to use Bleaseism to avenge himself on Tillman. for attacking him for bolting the Democratic party while in the U. S. senate, It will be a sad day for South Carolina when he Is elected. F. C. Hlckson. A CIRCU8 STORY Boy Who Wao Disappointed Grew Up to Make Others Glad. Once upon a time, some fifty or sixty years ago, there was a little boy who didn't go to the circus. He saw the circus come to town .and he watched the parade, and he listened to the barker at the tent door, and he read the posters, and he almost ate his heart out with longing to get Inside that tent of wonders. But he Juat couldn't go, and that was all there was to it No, I don't mean that. It wasn't all. If It were I shouldn't be telling about this little boy who didn't go to the cir cus, because he would be just like all the other hundreds of thousands of little boys who have been cruelly deprived of that Inalienable birthright. No, this little boy who didn't go to the circus was different from the rest of us who agonize over our childish disappointments, and Ihen grow up ahd think childish longings and disappointments don't amount to much. The day the circus left town this little boy stood on a hill and watched it out of sight with his little heart swelling with grief, and as he watched he showed what stuff he was made of by making a vow. He vowed that when he was grown up he'd take every little boy In town to the circus. And last spring the little boy who didn't go to the circus still further showed what stuff he was made of by fulfilling. He took every boy In a middle-western city; that meant more at. a?~ akA..??M4 lliun iw U lliuuoauu UVJO. To my mind, that man is an alchemist. For to want others to possess what you have lacked, to be made tender to disappointment by your own disappointments, and generous to other folks' longings by your own unsatisfied longings, is to have turned the deprivations and disappointments of life into tne purest gold. A social worker once asked a selfmade rich man to advance the money to send a boy of unusual talent to a technical school. "Why should I?" the self-made man asked, bitterly. "Nobody ever helped me. I had to get along as best I could. The world calls this man successful. I call him a failure. Experience has hardened instead of softened his heart, and when all is said and done, it is its owner who suffers most when a heart turns to stone. Of course we can't all take two thousand boys to the circus. But we can all try, in whatever degree Is within our reach, to revenge ourselves on fate for our disappointments and deprivations by keeping her from inflicting the same disappointments and deprivations on others.?Savannah News. Might Help 8oma.?At a recent dinner, reference was made by one of the guests to the refusal of the average American to look long on the serious side. Whereat Senator Thomas J. Walsh of Montana was reminded of an incident of New England. Some time ago, he said, a young man was visiting the New England states when he ran across a very old church. Wishing to see the Interior, he hunted up the sexton. "This is certainly some antiquated edifice," observed the visitor, glancing from the roof to the floor, where manyburials had been made a century before. "Yes," reverently answered the sexton. "It Is more than 200 years old, and many people sleep beneath its roof." "You don't really mean It," was the prompt rejoinder of the sunny citizen. "Why don't you get a more Interesting preacher?"?Boston Advertiser. tsr There's only one thing harder than to have a lot of debts you can't pay and that is to have a lot of debts you simply have to pay.?New Orleans Picayune. Wit is easier to depend on the enmity of your enemies than on the friendship of your friends.?New Orleans Picayune. PlCiUKfcSWUfc fUHCiun utuiun Remarkable Collection of Man, Many of Whom are 8eeking Oblivion. The French Foreign legion Is the most picturesque military organization in the world. It is the refuge of men gone wrong through impulse or misfortune who wish to bury themselves in oblivion while flghtiug to re gain an honorable place in the world of life and activity. Of the Foreign legion a thousand romantic tales are told. In answer to German critics General Bruneau, who commanded the Second regiment of the organisation, has recently related some of his experiences and unveiled certain of Its mysteries. The rank and file of the corps, he says, Is composed of princes, dukes, marquises, counts and viscounts, generals and officers of all grades, all arms, of the armies of all countries, magistrates, priests, financiers, diplomats, lawyers and professional functionaries of all sorts; honest adventurers who simply want to "see the world;" the neurasthenic, the disheartened, the unemployed; those who, having lost everything but honor, or having lost honor Itself, would make a new start All this diverse human metal thrown Into the melting pot together, is eventually molded Into that brave, stoic, loyal devoted, patient and tenacious prototype of the man of arms, the legionary. The most remarkable story of all connected with the legion Is that of a soldier of the second class?another Muller?who died In the hospital at Gerryvllla. Rumor has it that he was a bona flde Hohenzollern, a cousin of the kaiser himself. Efforts to trace his career or to identify him definitely have so far failed, though the episode is so fully authenticated as to leave little doubt that a scape-grace member of the imperial family of Germany did take refuge under its mysterious banners. Only a few months ago France had the laugh on her neighbor over the case of one "Tunxe No. 13,617," a recruit of the Legion at Saida, whose real name turned out to be Troemel, the missing mayor of Usedom, in Pomerania. In the regiment at Saida, Troemel met Sergeant Von Salomon, who was formerly In his regiment in the German army. "In those days," says Troemel, "he saluted me; now I salute him." Some years ago General Bruneau hoH An/malnn /% vlait tho font />f Hun. eral Detrle, then in chief command of the legion. It was during the grand maneuvers of the French army. "Ab I approached his tent," writes the general, "I was struck with the noble appearance of the sentry on guard and the superb manner in which he rendered me his salute. At the conclusion of my visit, as I was about taking my departure, the general said to me, sotto voice: Tou see that sentry? He Is Mgr. X?bishop of Carlnthla, the handsomest man and the best soldier in the legion!' "I glanced the bishop over, in passing, with an intense curiosity. He had doubtless overheard the general's remark, for he suddenly turned pale, and his pallor was accentuated by the contrast of a beard as black as jet, though with a few threads of silver In it, that fell In silken waves down to the Tonkin medal pinned on the breast of his capote. The splendid eyes looked straight ahead?toward the district mountains, where the sun was sinking in a sea of gold?but I had the impression that their gaze rested upon something far more distant, and that the light which illumined his face was MAAaoiaJ ra/lionno nf tho Oa(. UUl lilC 1CIICVICU w. v-^v ^v? ting: sun, but came from candles burn ing before the imaged Christ and the somber glories of a church altar." After the prelate, the millionaire. One day General Bruneau received a registered letter, postmarked Vienna and signed by the representative of a well-known Austrian detective agency, to the following effect: Monsieur le General?Will you kindly inform me if a young man of Austro-Hungarian nationality, supposed to have enlisted in the Foreign legion under the name of Justus Perth, is at <3aMa9 I hnvA ulrwidv inauir ed, in vain, of the First regiment. You will understand the interest we have in finding him when I inform you, confidentially, that in consequence of unforeseen happenings he has become, without his knowledge or expectation, sole heir to a fortune of 12,000,000 crowns. Inclosed is a photograph, taken when be was a student at the University of Prague. The photograph showed a stocky ( youth of perhaps 20 to 22 years of , age, and whose somewhat beefy face , was fringed with precocious whiskers. ( He wore eye glasses, which made it ( difficult to judge of the form and shade of his eyes. , General Bruneau's first step was to , have his secretary-adjutant search the , enlistment rolls for the name of Jus- , tus Perth. No such name appeared. , Then he had all the Austrlans of the , detachment line up and scanned their , faces in the hope of Identifying the j original of the photograph. Only two, f both of whom were recent arrivals, , showed possible traits of resemblance, j and these In a very imperfect degree. ( These two Austrlans were closely , examined by Dihuermer, the secretary, , whn annkp the German language flu ently. Both denied stubbornly that they had ever used or heard of the name of Justus Perth. "Possibly It may loosen your ton- ( gues," pursued the secretary, "if I tell you why the general is looking for this Perth. The fellow has just Inherited (50,000,000. Now is either one of you , Justus Perth?" :( "Nein." "Nein." "Send them back to their companies?it is of no use," said General Bruneau. Time passed and the incident had been forgotten, when in 1902 there came to Bruneau a formidable-looking envelope bearing the government seal of the minister of foreign afTairs. It inclosed a letter which drew from the officer an exclamation of surprise. This letter was a dlplomatc paraphrase of the former inquiry by the Vienna Secret Service agency regarding Justus Perth. It Insisted upon further investigation, to be conducted with more care and discretion than in the previous instance. Furthermore, the commandant was confidentially aaviseu inai Junius renn wbjj uniy an assumed name, and that the real name and title of the person to be found at any price was Count Otto von X?. Another photograph' more recent than the one which had accompanied the first Inquiry, was appended. "No sooner did I set eyes on this photograph," continued Bruneau, "than I made the astounding discov ery that the Count Otto von?X, the pseudo Justus Perth, was none other than the secretary-Adjutant. Dhuermer, who had so energetically questioned the two bewildered Austrians called up before me on the former occasion! "My course was now simple enough. Shortly after that first Interrogatory our secretary-interpreter, Dhuermer, had been transferred to Tonkin In regular course of the annual relief of the battalions serving there. This Information I telegraphed to headquarter*. "Next day the response came: " 'Legionary Dhuermer sent home account of health, enroute Signapore.' "Another cipher telegram to the French consul at Singapore brought . the following: " 'Legionary Dhuermer, alias Count Otto von?X, disappeared from transport steamer, roadstead of Singapore; cannot be found.' "And the mystery remains unsolved to this day." Around their campflres in the Sahara what tales might be told If ever these silent. Impassive Trapplsts of Action should but speak their stories 1 ?Los Angeles Times. 1 ?? i >t " " /* KITCHENER*? BULLET Surgeons Failed te Find the Lead and Soldier Finally Swallowed It. Lord Kitchener, one of the most distinguished of the Knights of the Bath who recently were installed at Henry VII's chapel In Westminster Abby, once had as narrow an escape of his life as ever befell a soldier. It was In the course of the prolonged and fiercely fought campaign In the Sudan In the eighties; In the first year of that decade, In fact There was a lively skirmish going on at a place named Handoub, Just outside Suakin, when Kitchener, who was then a rising young officer of engineers, was shot by one of the mahdl's negro soldiers. The bullet found its mark In the side of Kitchener's face at the back of the cheek. It was a Remington bullet and inflicted a really dreadful wound, breaking the bone at the baae of the Jaw. It took a long time to get the aplintera of bone out, and the doctors were unable to operate, aa the bullet and fragment* of bone were too close to the Jugular vein. The ball could not be located, and the doctor* pronounced hi* case a* hopeless. They said the patient could not live and hi* sister, accordingly was sent for from England. The future aavtof of the Sudan. _ however, differed from the surgeons, and steadily refused to believe In their gloomy prognosis of his case, and though he had to endure a Journey down the Nile to the hospital at Cairo, confined in a small cabin In sweltering heat, his thin muscular physique and Iron will power kept the dreaded fever at bay. The hospital doctors also failed to find the bullet, and came to the conclusion that it had worked Its way out during the voyage down the Nile. Kitchener himself was of the opinion that the bullet had, by some means, come out, unnoticed by the surgeons or himself, and gradually the terrible wound healed, and Kitchener returned to duty. A year or bo aner me bhuihuu u Handon, Kitchener one day sat down to dine off a breakfast which had been served up by 8ergt. Bilton of the hospital staff. Suddenly Kitchener clapped his hand to hla Jaw. "Bilton," he said, "was there a bone in that steak f" "No, sir." replied the sergeant "Then that bullet was in my Jaw after all," said Kitchener, "and I have swallowed it, for I felt it go down!" That proved to be the case, and the great soldier preserves the flattened piece of lead on his key chain. ?London Tit-Bits. 8LAVE-HOLDING AMONG ANTS Insects Have Long Practiced this Custom, Many of the large ants are slaveholders, and curiously enough, the blaves are almost black! When a colony of ants requires slaves, a regular army la formed, sldrmlahera are thrown out and acouta are sent ahead to diecover a neat of black anta and look over the ground. The Invading army is composed entirely of warrior ants, with powerful jaws, quite different from the common workers. When the nest of the Intended victims la reached ei fierce battle at once takes place and many are killed and wounded on both aides. The more powerful Invaders are Uways victorious, however and entering the nest of the vanquished blacks, they rob it of eggs and pupae, which they carry off to slavery In their own home. The returning victors are welcomed upon their arrival with various manifestations of Joy. and the young of the defeated foes are taken within and carefully tended until fully grown. Strangely enough, the slaves thus obtained are willing and obliging servants. doln* all the harder work of the community, even to feeding their captors. Indeed, some specie of slaveholding ants are Incapable of feeding themselves, and if it were not for their slaves they would die of starvation, even in the midst of plenty.?From "Book for Young Naturalists," by Alpheus Hyatt Verrill. W "A good wife is Heaven's greatest gift to man, and the rarest gem the earth holds," remarked Mr. Jarphy the other morning. "She la his joy, his inspiration, and his very soul. Through her he learns to reach the pure and ?n<i h<?r invinff hands lead him softly over the rough places. She is?" "Jeremiah," said Mrs. Jarphy, solemnly?"Jeremiah, what wickedness have you been up to now?"?Presby terlan Wltnesa W To save our lives we can't tell whether the little boy next doors Is tuning up or playing his fiddle.?New Orleans Picayune.