Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, November 04, 1913, Image 1

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^????^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ?i? ?-g-^giBBaggBM?B???- ? ISSTTBP gMK-WKKHLT. L.K.gbist's sons, PibUthen. j & JM'S$??|)ai)tii = 4or jpromotian ?)j thqgotHiqat,^oqiat, ^.griqaUurat and (Tommtqtial Jnteresta of thqfeoplq. | ESTABLISHED 1855. YORKVILLE. 8. C., TUESDAY, NOVEMBEB 4, 1918. N"Q. 88. * A/t^A * /^.A- /JLAA /T\j I v'f WV vwV VW VTw WTUJ W w tin WITHIN r BY MAR1 FROM THE PLAY 01 Copyright, 1912, by the H. K. F - ^vA A_/r\ A. AAA A? TVT fWf OTTty VTaTV W vrw v\a CHAPTER DC. A Bridaaroom SDurned. "You know?Aggie told you?that Cassldy was up here from headquarters. He didn't put a name to It, but I'm on." It was Garson speaking. Mary regarded him inquiringly, and he continued, putting the fact with a certain brutal bluntness after the habit of his class. "I guess you'll have to quit seeing young Gilder. The bulla are wise. His father has made a holler." "Don't let that worry you, Joe," she said tranquilly. She allowed a few seconds to go by, then added as if quite indifferent, "I was married to Dick Gilder this morning." There came a squeal of amazement from Aggie, a start of incredulity from Garson. '"Yes," Mary repeated evenly, "I was married to him this morning. That was my important engagement," sue added with a smile toward Aggie. Aggie sat erect, her baby face alive with worldly glee. "Oh, gee, what luck!" she exclaimed noisily. "Why, he's a king fish, he is. Gee, but I'm glad you landed him!" "Thank you," Mary said with a smile that was the result of her sense of humor rather than from any tenderness. It was then that Garson spoke. He put a question of vital significance. "Do you love him?" The question caught Mary all unprepared, but she retained her self control suflSciently to make her an ^ Ji ^i jWl feL ^ 8B "Just one." Dick pleaded. swer In a voice that to the ordinary ear would have revealed no least tremor. "No," she said. She offered no explanation. no excuse; merely stated the fact In all its finality. "Then you won't leave us?" Gar son asked. "We're going on as we were before?" The hint of dejection in his manner had vanished. "And you won't live with him?" "Live with him?" Mary exclaimed emphatically. "Certainly not!' Garson was still patient In his determination to apprehend just what had come to pass. "Does he understand the arrangement?" was his question. "No, not yet," Mary admitted, without sign of embarrassment. Garson was intently considering another phase of the situation, one suggested perhaps out of his own deeper sentiments. "He must think a lot of you." he said gravely. "Don't he?" "I?I suppose so." Garson spoke very softly, but with an intensity that left no doubt as to the honesty of his purpose. "T#/1 oq\r thrnw nn tho nrholp came and go to him. If you really care." There fell a tense silence. It was broken by Mary. "I married him to get even with his father," she said. "That's all there Is to It. By .the way, I expect Dick will be here In a minute or two. When he comes Just remember not to?enlighten him." "Mr. Gilder," Fannie announced. "Anyone with him?" "No, Miss Turner," the maid answered. "Have him come in," Mary ordered. Garson made hasty excuses and went out on the heels of the maid. Aggie, however, consulting her own wishes In the matter, had no thought of flight, and, if the truth be told, Marywas glad of the sustaining presence of another woman. She got up slowly and stood silent, while Aggie regarded her curiously. A moment later the bridegroom entered. He was still clean cut and wholesome. Some sons of | wealthy fathers are not after four years' experience of the white lights of town. And the lines of his face were firmer, better in every way. It seemed, indeed, that here was some one of a resolute character, not to be wasted on the trivial and gross things. He caught Mary in his arms with "Hello, dear!" smothered in the kiss he implanted on her lips. Mary strove vainly to free herself. "Don't, oh, don't!" she gasped. Dick released his wife and smiled the beatific smile of the newly wed. "Why not?" he demanded, with a smile. "Agnes!" It was the sole pretext to J which Mary could turn for a momentary relief. The bridegroom faced about and perceived Agnes. He made a formal bow and spoke quietly. "I beg your pardon. Miss Lynch, but"?a smile of perfect happiness sl^one on his face?"you could hardly expect me to see anyone but Mary under the circumstances. We were married this morning." ? e+e +?+ ?+? ?+ ?+ ?+? +?+ rHE LAW ttN DANA i" BAYARD VEILLEli 'ly company. i |%A . _/?% A A<ftA fTV w w w La1 TWT I * ?- ? 1 IV. KV flltlnn I | Agglt ttCt'CiMCU IUC 1IC W D TTIU* excitement. "Goodness gracious! How perfectly lovely!" "You bet it's lovely!" Dick declared. He turned to Mary, his face glowing with satisfaction. "Mary," he said, "I have the honeymoon trip all fixed. The Mauretanla sails at 6 in the morning, so we will"? "Where is your father?" the bride asked, without any trace of emotion. "O Lord! I had forgoten all about dad. "I'll tell you what we'll do. We'll send dad a wireless from the ship, then write him from Paris." "What was your promise? I told you that I wouldn't go with you until you had brought your father to me and he had wished us happiness." Mary, j-riCK muq repruacaiuujr, "you are not going to hold me to that promise ?" '1 am going to hold 'you to that promise, Dick." "All right. You pack up what things you need, girlie?Just a few, because they sell clothes in Paris. And meantime I'll run down to dad's office and have him back here in half an hour. You will be all ready, won't you?" "Yea, yes, I'll be ready. Go and brlnjj your father." "You bet I will!" Dick cried heartily.* He would have taken her in his arms again, but she evaded the caress. "Just one!" Dick pleaded. "No," the bride replied with determination. There was silence in the drawing room until the two women heard the closing of the outer door of the apartment Then, at last, Aggie relieved her pentup emotions in a sigh that was near a groan. "Oh, gosh!" she gasped. "The poor simp!" Garson, learning from the maid that Dick Gilder had left, returned just as Mary was glancing over the release with which General Hastings was to be compensated, along with the return of his letters, for his payment of $10,000 to Miss Agnes Lynch. Mary spoke crisply to Agnes. "And now you must get ready. You are to be at Harris' office with tufs document at 4 o'clock, and remember that you are to let the lawyer manage everything." "I don't see the use of all this mon- 1 key business," she protested. "All I want is the com." "Listen, Agnes. The last time you tried to make a man give up part of his money It resulted in your going to prison for two years." I "But that was so exciting." "And this way is so safe," Mary rejoined sharply. "Besides, my dear, I you would not get the money. My way will. Your way was blackmail. Mine is not. Understand?" "Oh, sure!" Aggie replied grimly, on her way to the door. "Mr. Griggs," Ffennie announced. There was a smile on the face of the maid, which was explained a minute later, when the visitor was shown into the drawing room, for his presence was of an elegance so extraordinary as to attract attention anywhere?and mirth as well from ribald observers. Meantime Garson had explained to Mary. "It's English Eddie. You met him once. I wonder what he wants': Probably got a trick for me. We often used to work together." "Nothing without my consent." Mary warned. "Oh, no, no, sure not!" Garson agreed. Further discussion was cut short by the appearance of English Eddie himself, a tall, handsome man in the early thirties, who paused Just within the doorway and dell\ .'ed to Mary a bow that was the perfection of elegance. Mary made no effort to restrain the smile caused by the costume of Mr. Griggs. Yet there was no violation of the canons of good taste, except in the aggregate. From spats to hat, from walking coat to gloves, everything was perfect of its kind. Only there was an overelaboration, so that the ensemble was flamboyant. And the man's manners precisely harmon ized with his clothes, whereby the whole effect was emphasized and rendered bizarre. Garson took one amazed look and then rocked with laughter. Griggs regarded his former associate reproachfully for a moment and then grinned in frank sympathy. "From your costume," Mary suggested, "one might judge .that this is purely a social call. Is it?" "Well, not exactly," Griggs answered with a smile. "So I fancied," his hostess replied. "So. sit down, please, and tell us all about this." English Eddie wasted no time. "Now, look here," he said rapidly, "I've got. the greatest game in the world. Two years ago a set of Gothic tapestries worth $300,000 and a set of Fragonard panels worth nearly as much more were plucked from a chateau in France and smuggled into this country." "Are them things really worth that much?" Garson exclaimed. "Sometimes more." Mary answered. "Morgan has a set of Gothic tapestries worth half a million dollars." Griggs went on with his account. "About a month ago the things I was telling you of were hung in the library of a millionaire in this city." He hitched his chair a little closer to the desk and leaned forward, lowering his voice almost to a whisper as he stated his plan. "Let's go after them. They were smuggled, mind you, and no matter what happens he can't squeal. What do you say?" Garson shot a piercing glance at Mary. "It's up to her," he said. Griggs regarded Mary- eagerly as she sat with eyes downcast. Mary shook her head decisively. "It's out of our line," she declared. "I don't see any easier way to get half a million," Griggs said aggressively. "If it were fifty millions it would make no difference. "It's against the law." "Oh, I know all that, of course," Griggs returned impatiently. "But if you can"? "My friends and I never do anything that's illegal. Thank you for coming fl "' "English Eddie* Griggs. to us. Mr. Griggs, but we can't go in, and there's an end of the matter." "But wait a minute," English Eddie expostulated. "You see, this chap Gilder is"? "Gilder?" Mary exclaimed question- ( ingly. "Yes. You know who he la?the dry goods man." Mary, however, had regained her self control, and her voice was tranquil again as she replied: "I know; but. Just the same, it's illegal, and I won't touch it That's ..1 there is to it." "But half a million! Griggs exclaimed disconsolately. "There's a stake worth playing for. Think of it!" He turned pleadingly to Garson. "Half a million, Joe!" The telephone rang:, and Mary excused herself. The instant she was out of the room Griggs turned to Garson anxiously. "It's a cinch, Joe," he pleaded. "I've got a plan of the house." He drew a paper from his breast pocket and handed it to the forger, who studied it with intent, avaricious eyes. "It looks easy," Garson agreed. "It is easy. What do you say?" "I promised Mary never to"? "But a chance like this! Anyhow come around to the back room at Bllnkey's tonight and we'll have a talk. Will you?" "What time?" "Make it early, say 9." "I'll come," Garson replied half guiltily. And in the same moment Mary re-eatered. Griggs rose and spoke with an air of regret "It's 'follow the leader,'" he said, "and since you are against it that settles it." (To Be Continued). HORNET8 SPIKED A GUN Moaby Failed to Capture a Supply 1 Train Because of the Little Insects. I Colonel John S. Mosby, commander I of the Partisan Rangers, who gave ' Buch dashing service in the southern I cause fifty years ago, is living now in i the city of Washington. One of the really amusing incidents that passed under his notice during the war he told i not long ago. < In the summer of 1864, when Gener- i al Phil Sheridan was in the valley of the Shenandoah, he found himself much 1 harassed by Mosby, who was continually cutting off his supply trains. An i army cannot fight on an empty stomach, and Mosby knew it. He also knew how, with his small, force to neutralize the strength of an army more than five i times his number, for by rushing from point to point and making sudden attacks miles apart, he kept a large proportion of the Union troops in constant chase of him. One bright morning Mosby heard that a long supply train was winding its way down the valley. By noon the Rangers, in their gray uniforms. Were gathered at the forks of the valley pike, watching for the head of the wagon train to appear. Presently a cloud of dust was seen rising far up the road, and, as the wind blew It aside, the Confederates caught sight of a line of men in blue escorting a caravan of lumbering wagons drawn by mules. Instantly Mosby gave the order to run a little howitzer up on the side of a hill and unlimber it. As soon as the gun had opened fire the rest of the men were to make a caval ry charge and throw the train into confusion. The Rangers Jerked the gun into position and began to swab it out. Suddenly the man with the swab gave a shrill yell, seized the seat of his pantaloons, and fled down the hill and out into tho road. Almost the same moment the other man at the gun abandoned'it. He seemed to be fighting at the air as he disappeared over a stone wall. The sutler's wagons were creeping nearer and Mosby did not know what to think of such extraordinary conduct. He ordered four more men to the gun, but hardly had they reached it when they, too, yelled, began to beat the air madly with their hats, and took to flight. Cnnrrlnor Vila hnroo AVPT thp StOflP wall. Mosby rode toward the gun but his stay was short. The howitzer stood just over a hornet's neSt, and those busy insects were resenting the Intrusion. They had repelled the invaders on foot, and now they swarmed on Mosby's horse till the maddened animal tore off down the pike on a run. Then they turned their attention to the rest of the troop. Their attack was so vicious that the Rangers gave up any idea of standing by the gun. ! They scattered far and wide, and it was an hour before they returned. When they did, the wagon train had safely vanished in the distance. So the hornets saved the day for Sheridan.?Youth's Companion. Pisrtllanrous Reading. WANTS McLAURIN TO BE MARTYR Tillman Urges Marlboro Man to Take the Stump. Washington, Nov. 2.?Discussing the announcement made a day or two ago by Former Senator John L. McLaurin that he would not become a candidate for governor of South Carolina in the nrlmarv of next year, and denominat lng this statement as the "swan song" of a very brilliant man who failed to be a very great man, and declaring further that he disowns being the father of Bleaaelsm, Senator B. R. Tillman today gave the press an interesting story concerning these matters. "I read in the South Carolina papers this morning," said Senator Tillman, "McLaurln's farewell address or statement withdrawing from the governor's race and bidding adieu to politics forever. It is a pathetic utterance?pathetic because it is the swan song of a very brilliant man, who failed to be a very great man because he lacked the moral fibre to always be .true to himself and his conviction of right rather than allow ambition and selfishness to warp him. His life, in a way. is a sermon which young men everywhere ought to take to heart Nothing in the state's history is more lamentable. If he had only been true 4V. rPll1Mnn|am 4a nrkloVI ho OQ Vfl VtA IU Hie 1 iiiiiiaiueiu iw miiwu mw *?v was converted in 1890, he would be In the United States senate now and would be an ornament to tt. Two Things rls Denies. "McLaurln says, 'It is the irony- of fate that I who suffered most injustice from TlUman personally should now be the sole defender of Tlllmanism.' "There are two things about this statement upon which I desire to comment I never did have any personal ill will towards John L. McLaurln, and have none now. I denounced him in the senate because I believed he was a traitor -to the people of the state who sent him there. The people were con-, viijced that my charge was true and have sustained it whenever they had an opportunity. "When he says he is 'the sole defender of Tillmanism,' he means among those Bleaseltes to whom he was speaking. He, of course, knows there are tens of thousands of Tillmanltes. Bome of whom voted for and some against Gov. Blease last year, who have never wavered In their adherence to Tillmanl8m as they understand It "Mr. Charles Carroll Sims out-heroded Herod in this Bleaselsm, proclaiming that It Is higher than Tillmanism. He illustrates Byron's couplet: " 'He stood a foe with all the zea! Which young and fiery converts feel.' "He is no doubt as sincere in his Bleaselsm now as he was in his Haskell Ism in 1890. He never understood Tillmanism at all. Inheriting a grand name, he thought he was an aristocrat and has ended by becoming an anarchist and wants to run into the governor's office on demagogy. Truly, 'politics does make strange bedfellows,' and if the Tlllmanltes who deserted me last year on account of Blease vote for Sims for governor it will be a remarkable transformation. It will only show how little wisdom or reason governs their actions. Something to Admire. "There are some things about McLaurin's statement that are very admirable, and I say now that I for the first time since I denounced him on the floor of the senate believe he has ill IOOI UCLUJliC a. >/Ukl *wv UMV. do the state all the service he can during the balance of his life. Of course he has played politics so long and used diplomacy so much that even now he can not drop the role all at once. I have felt heretofore that he was trying to 'come back' into politics. I have been hoping that Gov. Blease would Indorse him as a successor in the governor's office, feeling that that would be enough to damn both of them in the eyes of the people. But Blease had .too much political sense to make such a blunder as that, and McLaurin is wise in withdrawing once for all into private life." Senator Tillman here goes Into some detail in denying that Bleaseism is the honest child of Tillmanism and goes on to say that the governor has stolen much of the old time Tillman thunder. "What McLaurin says about 'factlonism making South Carolina a little Mexico' is all too true," the senator continues, "and I agree fully with what he says about the necessity for the good and true men of both fac4,"~~ olontln? a IIUIIS 5CIIIII5 lUgCillQI HUU v?vv?>?o ?governor who will be governor of all the people and not the governor of 'his friends' only. "McLaurin has always been a shrewd politician, and he realizes fully as all thoughtful men must realize, that the loud-mouthed shouters at the Blease banquet are 'office-seekers' and nothing more. Might Be Better. "The statement?'I don't suit them; they don't suit me, so I had Just as well be a man. That is better than being governor'?is very admirable. But I would have liked it better in this form: 'I do not suit them. They do not suit me, so I will be a man hereafter and my own master?not a slave to ambition. That is better than being governor.' "McLaurin has such great ability that it is a Dity his brains can be of no service to the people in a public career now that he has come to his senses. I agree with him that his political career is ended, but he is still a citizen of South Carolina, and there are many avenues open to him for doing the people service. He should seek out the one which he likes best and work for the betterment of the state and its citizens. He has no equal in the state as a stump speaker. I know, because I trained him, as he himself will acknowledge. "If McLaurin will run for the United States senate in order to be permitted to speak at the meetings?the rules of the party would bar him if he were not a candidate?he can analyze and thus destroy Bleaseism far better than any, other man I know of. He can do what my health will no longer permit me to do, and make amends for his past sins and blunders. "If I had been able to make even three speeches in South Carolina last voir. I do not believe Blease would ever have been e'ected governor, and if I wete able now or dared to make speeches' he could not be elected to the senate. Because I have faith in my own honesty of purpose and patriotism and think I could show be yond possibility of doubt that he Is unfit to come to Washington as a senator from South Carolina and is no more to be trusted than was McLaurin. I would undertake to do this anyway had not the physicians, all of them, warned me that it would result ln^my death while speaking:. I am willing to die for the state if necessary, but I realize only too sadly that my strength now is not equal to the task and I can no longer play the role of the gladiator on the hustings. It may be that the good God will restore my strength so that I will be able to take the risk. But if McLaurln, as a penance, will undertake the work, there will be no need whatever for me to sneak a word. All the moral force I possess?and I realize I have a great deal of It among my fellow citizens? will be exerted In this fight for decency In state politics." 8PIDER ESCAPED CAPTURE Two Birds and a Fish Fail to Ensnaro the Wary Eight-Laggsd Insect. The bird was very quick. With a quick unexpected and almost lightning dart she was In among the branches of the willow, and had snapped at the little dark spider, crawling, crawling, crawling on the end of the slender twig, but the little dark spider wasn't going to feed tomtits. No; he let go and fell through the sunshine with the shower of falling leaves displaced by the passage of the bird, and?oh, spider?the glassy dark, sinister surface of the pond below acknowledged receipt of the whole lot with a shake of dappled tiny ripples. It was almost as if the pond had smil ed at the thought of a spider who had been so foolish as to drop Into water. But it must have been the spider who smiled really, because when the bird had flirted round and fluttered down to the surface to pick up at her leisure the spider that had dodged her at flrst, she?well ,she looked foolish. There, indeed, were the leaves. There were the tiny ripples broadening their smile, and there was, squirming about, the very young and innocent caterpillar whom the spider was interviewing on his own account when the l?lrd came up and upset things; but there was no spider, nor any signs of one. It was as If he had, without hesitation, calmly sauntered into spookland ?or been sucked under by a flsh. Possibly the bird thought the latter. Then, as the pond smoothed her face, one w that there was a movement among the water plants beneath the surface, some aquatic haunter of the shadows was crawling there?calmly, coolly, quite naturally crawling there. Then it let go. It swam. Its eight legs paddled vigorously. It rose strongly, quickly, as one who is to the manner born. It came to the surface, and once on the surface It revealed itself? the spider! For a moment he paused, hanging iiead down, his abdomen above the surface, and a passing late swallow, flying low, made shift to dip at him. Then he went down, paddling quickly, looking Just like a silver bead, for his abdomen was enveloped in an air bubble, which he kept in place with his hind legs, and was taking down, apparently, for wonderful purposes of his own. Beneath the shadow of the water lilly stem he turned and swam up to a cluster of weeds, and here stopped at a web. Bell shaped it was, and finely spun, with the mouth of the bell pointing downwards. And up into the mouth of the bell swam the spider, and stopA?il?l?li? /Into nV?Q/l tho fllr hllh J/CU. UIV/A1J UC uvvavuvu V?v ??? ble from him with his hind legs, and it floated to the top of the web bell and stopped, held firm by the web root, and the spider was already away again paddling to the surface, his legs going like the legs of a shrimp. A fish shot up out of the depth open mouthed, missed him by a fraction of an inch, and passed, but he did not seem to care. In a few seconds he was down again with another bubble, which was released into the web in the same way, and in a few seconds with another and yet others, till the whole structure was full of air?was, In fact, a perfect miniature diving bell. Then our spider calmly crawled inside his bell and waited what might befall. Anon some tiny crawling larva of a gnat came wriggling along, and in stantly taking: on his abdomen a supply of air the spider was after it, had seized it and carried it back to his strange lair. Anon, too, a little midge, falling upon the inch of light above which marked the surface, was seized by the spider from below and carried down. Then, at last, came the chance of a lifetime. A small water snail, climbing slowly up the stem of the water lily, failed by Just the twenty-fifth of a second to see the spider creeping stealthily upon him. There was a rush, a squirm and In a moment it was all over. The snail was dead. Today, If you look for the spider In his open web you will not find him. He lives now in a castle of stone cement, a fortress of his own conquest, where he is safe even from the fish. He keeps It full of air brought down fresh from the surface, and he spreads his snare outside. That spider's fortress, by the way, Is the empty shell of the snail.?Answers. ? Washington, October 30: Postmaster General Burleson has decided to standardize the postal service If possible, with a view to greater efficiency. To this end the department will operate a number of model offices, "dynamos from which to charge the entire chain of offices throughout the country." These offices will be used to discover the best practicable way of administering the postal facilities and to test out devices and methods which mnv nrftvn nf value. In organizing: the field service for this work the country has been divided into three groups, the Atlantic states, the Middle West and the Pacific coast. It is proposed to immedlaely send two postal experts from Washington to each of these divisions, where they will co-operate with poatofflce inspectors in a study of conditions, with a view to reorganization of the clerical forces if found advisable. The investigations will cover every phase of the serving, including handling of mall, methods of handling in postofflce and on trains and final delivery, "In this way," the postmaster today said, "postmasters of all classes will be given the benefit of the discovery at the more Important offices and a material betterment of the postal service throughout the country must result." WHAT THE SCHOOLS C08T Statement by Countiee Showing Amount Expended Per Capita. The per capita expenditure by counties for school children has just been completed by Mr. J. E. Swearingen, state superintendent of education, who is compiling the figures for his annual report. The county of Marlon heads, taking both races, with Charleston second, Marion spending $18.41 per capita and Charleston $14.58. Charleston spends $8.32 per capita for negroes, ranking first for them, with Beaufort second, spending $3.57. Charleston spends $25.62 per capita for whites, ranking fifth, while Beaufort spends $36.89 per capita for whites and ranks first. Barnwell stands secend In the list for money spent per capita for educating the white children, spending $29.82. Horry county spending $6.72 per capita for whites stands at the botr torn of the list in this column, with an expenditure of 92 cents per capita for negroes. s, Berkeley stands In the bottom of the column for money expended for educating both races, its rank being forty-fourth, and per capita $3.69. The figures by counties follow: Name of Both County White Negro Races Abbeville .... ..$16 04 $2 23 $ 6 29 Aiken 15 76 2 09 7 76 Anderson 9 14 1 76 6 32 Bamberg 19 90 1 14 6 79 Barnwell .... .. 28 82 1 40 10 49 Beaufort 86 89 3 57 8 83 Berkeley 9 05 1 17 3 69 Calhoun ...t, .. 18 12 1 00 5 43 Charleston ..... 25 92 $ 32 14 58 Cherokee I 34 2 34 6 41 Chester 16 83 1 34 6 33 PknataeflaM 1 Q9 1 1ft ft Aft V/UUOWI U?iU t ? | ?*? * "WO V WW Clarendon ,. , f. 16 81 1 23 5 69 Colleton 7 40 1 01 4 67 Darlington .. .. 15 52 3 23 8 19 Dillon 25 66 1 28 12 34 Dorchester ., .. 12 47 1 71 6 70 Edgefield 12 57 0 96 4 21 Fairfield .... .. 16 31 1 06 5 15 Florence 19 78 2 00 11 01 Georgetown ... 17 15 2 35 7 60 Greenville 6 98 2 05 5 25 Greenwood .. .. 15 32 1 26 6 84 Hampton 14 84 1 26 7 80 Horry 6 72 1 40 5 33 Jasper 23 74; 1 86 8 83 Kershaw 11 93 1 48 5 92 Lancaster 8 24 1 10 4 73 Laurens 12 69 1 33 6 44 Lee 15 69 0 92 5 92 Lexington ..... 9 09 1 10 6 25 Marlon 29 54 2 65 18 41 Marlboro .... .. 16 75 1 22 7 62 Newberry ... .. 18 08 1 32 7 37 Oconee 8 08 1 53 6 28 Orangeburg ... 14 13 1 20 5 86 Pickens 7 47 1 90 6 25 Richland 27 22 3 53 14 40 8aluda 8 03 1 00 4 19 apartanDurg .. ? v? 1 sa t ? Sumter 21 98 1 50 6 52 Union 8 95 1 35 5 06 Williamsburg . . 12 23 1 12 5 25 Torlc 13 18 1 21 6 51 State 813 39 |1 87 8 7 23 MR. BRYCE ON MEXICO British Diplomat Belisvsd Diaz's Das* potio Government Best. ' In his book on South America, recording <ebeervations and conclusions made during a tour of that continent in 1910, James Bryce, author of "The American Commonwealth," discusses political conditions in Mexico and expresses views upon the government of that country which have interesting applicability to the present state of affaire. He says: To speak of increasing wealth as a factor making for the political progress of a country may sound strange to those who in Europe and the United States see how the workings of free institutions may be endangered and nerverted hv the corruntinar influences of money and the money power. Nevertheless, according' to the proverb, "One man's meat Is another man's poison," there are stages in a nation's growth when it is so essential to establish security and give everybody a sense of the need for it, that whatever makes for security makes for progress. The heart is better than the pocket, but it is easier to All the pocket than to purify the heart. The love of liberty is a nobler thing than the love of security, but sometimes the latter needs to be diffused before the former can have its perfect work. It is true that the desire for order and security may lead men to submit willingly to arbitrary power. This has often hapiwnoH nine# the. riavn rtf Julius Caesar and his nephew. But It haa usually happened not because men have ceased to value liberty, but because, finding that they are -falling to secure either security or liberty, they think it better to have one than to have neither. There are In Spanish America, some communities still so far from being capable of genuine popular self-government that the best thing for them is the strong rule of an able rujer, which will give them prosperity through peace, show them how to develop their resources, make them, by education and by better communications a more homogeneous people. Those things done, such communities will, like Argentina, find themselves fitter to work free intuitions. At present, under the rule of selfish adventurers and corrupt legislatures who are th? toola of the adventurer, the condl tions of progress are absent. Two or three of the South American republics ?they are not among those which I saw?are still in this condition. The rule of a man like Porflro Diaz would seem to give them the best chance of emerging from It. At present they advance neither morally nor materially. The most striking example of the second class was Mexico under the government of President Porflro Diaz The government of that statesman, one of the most remarkable men of our time, was autocratic. His power had been won by fighting but was maintained by legal forms. The legislature obeyed him implicitly. Elections were managed by his government and that with little difficulty, because. until 1910, when his hold had 1 vant.irori "*5 Li 11 lu uc oiid-nuii, nv VI1? to vote against him. His personal superiority to all the vulgar temptations was recognized and admired. His ministers talked to the chambers but took their orders from him alone. His policies were directed to the material development of the country by the construction of railways, the encouragement of manufactures, the opening up of mines and extension of irrigation. Order was maintained by a rural police formed out of many bandits, who by having been enrolled, disciplined, and regularly paid became useful members of society. The lure to conquest which the weakness of the republics to the south held out was flrmly reslsted and on!y a moderate army I maintained. Under this regime the country was advancing rapidly in wealth and a class of persons interested In order and prosperity was being formed. Had the president, when old age arrived, been able to find some one like himself to whom he could have handed over the reins, prosperity and order would doubtless have continued. The sort of government he gave the country was probably what best suitit The Indian population, constituting la majority were (though naturally intelligent), obviously unfit for civic functions. The uneducated mass of the mestizos were almost equally so. An oligarchic government formed out of the richer class, would have furnished a less efficient administration, and would probably after some years of quarreling, have given place to a military chief. DREAM OF MY8TERY A 8trangs Story of the Finding of Buried Keepeakes. In eastern Kershaw county, South Carolina, Turkey creek, a streamlet which take* its name from wild turkeys which were formerly numerous fAttiAn KAoina at m anwfnff ?Asna *U IWOt ?f9<V?l, ?t ? "K* WWM4V where up In Plney Orove townehlp, winds Itself, serpent-like down by the edge of fertile fields, through dense forests on to Black river In Williamsburg county. Many tradition* cluster about this section. Kershaw ouunty has a glorious history, Many tales have been told about burled treasure down there during the Revolution?before and during the War Between the States. Searching parties have made attempts to find some of It. In the early seventies in township, a barefoot lad attended a prayer meeting one night at a neighbor's house. Returning home three miles distant at 11 o'clock on the sandy Georgetown road skirting the branch, he sang and whistled "My Darting Nellie Gray," "Listen to the Mocking Bird," so as to hush the sounds of any probable noises?such as the deflected drop of a pine burr, the hop of a mischievous cotton tail, or the who-w-h-o ah who arc y-o-u of a well-flkown night bird. The night was unusually calm?the new moon shone dimly. When half the distance home was made, suddenly there appeared, fifty yards in front of the lonesome traveler, what seemed to be a strange animal?black and white-spotted?about the size of a wildcat He halted, so did "it" As he moved, it would move. Walk or run the "varmint" would do the same. Strange as it may be, it could not be hit with lightwood knots or rocks, though aim were true; Just like striking a shadow. The apparition kept the same distance in front Though badly unnerved, the lad determined to proceed. Opposite an oldfield log schooL bn?a -near a graveyard dotted with ghost-like tombstones stained with age, .the "thing" vanished at a triangular spot covered with pure-white sand, surrounded by three stout red oaks, some twenty-five yards from the road. The young fellow marked this place with his big toe. That same night he dreamed he dug there and found an old-fashioned skillet?in which biscuits were baked before stoves came into general use; and, by the way, biscuits then were the beet that ever will be cooked? containing: valuables. The dream was broken by the blowing of the cowhorn at 4 o'clock, calling the hands to "feed up." Anyway the dream harassed the boy so much that after sunrise that morning, he walked down to the creek with a spade, teling the farm hands he was going to dig "bait" He found the cross mark made the night before with his toe. After digging two feet of earth away, he was about to leave, when the steel spade rasped on something rough. Sure enough he unearthed the rusty skillet seen in his dream, on which the lid was sealed with resin. A whack with the farm tool shattered the oven. Inside was found a long black curl nf ninmon'fl hair: a heavy cold-band wedding ring with the word "Mispah" engraved inside; a gold-coined dollar; a rare cameo breastpin with the bust of General LaFayette; a single candle mould sealed at each end with tallow, enclosing the following note, written in an exquilste hand: "Keepsakes "my darling gave me. On bloody battlefields, on dreary marches, on picket duty, around campfires, these precious remembrances have cheered me. Now the end is near . These dear tokens are too sacred to me to fall into unknown hands when my dead body is found. I consign .them reverently to Mother Earth with tender recollections of a Noble Woman. Good keep her. No person has ever been found who could explain the meaning of the mysterious find. The identity of the own?r nflvflp hofamp known. No satisfac tory solution has ever been offered to show the "motive" of the so-called "spirit" on that moonlight night 40 years ago, or any Intelligent interpretation given of the strange dream which followed the incident Some years ago the relics were unfortunately destroyed in a dwelling house that was burned. These incidents were never before published in a newspaper. The country boy who hod this most unusual and remarkable experience is today a citizen of North Carolina.? S. C. Kershaw in Charlotte Observer. Capers the Law Can Cut.?Harry K. Thaw adjudged by the courts of New York as an irresponsible being, has been indicted by a grand jury in the name state for "conspiracy" in connection with the escape from the Matteawan state hospital for the criminal Insane, and the governor of New Hampshire is asked to return him to New York on the basis of such indictment as a "fugitive from Justice." The governor of New Hampshire will probably honor the requisition. It's funny if it were not sometimes tragic, the many capers the law can play. But Harry Thaw will not return to New York?at least not for some months to comp. Uncle Sam is to have a say as to whether or not he |? capable within the meaning of the law of entering into a conspiracy. The Post thinks that Harry and the Thaw estate have been bled by "legal leeches long enough."?Washington Post. FIQHT IN A RABBIT i Naturalist Tails Story that Will Find Many Doubters. The sirange fear that seems to paralyze a rabbit when it la attacked by any of the weasel tribe has often been observed. Apparently It cannot make the slightest effort at defense, and submlts to the fatal bite without a aim of resistance. That there are exceptional rabbits, however, appears from an incident that Mr. F. St Mars once saw He thus describes It: Something was creeping very quietly through the grass. Tou could tell this only by the waving of the blades. About twenty yards away, out In the field, a rabbit squatted in the after noon sunshine?a hunched, fat, comfortable looking little gray-brown figure. He had been there for half an hour, quite motionless. The hidden creature In the long grass was slowly and surely stalking the rabbit At length the waving grass stems ceased to move. The stalker had got to within two yards of the rabbit and was about to make Its rush. The long grass ceased here, and beyond the stalker had no cover. Then, all of a sudden, the rabbit reversed its position. It did it so quickly and quiet# that I scarcely saw It Moreover, although the rabbit still sal as motionless as before, his nose was constantly "working," and that meant that he was smelling hard. The hidden foe had made the blunder of approaching the rabbit down wind. > Since there was no longer any need of concealment the enemy stood up and came forth?a beady-eyed and sinister male stoat He was really a pretty little chap, neat and spruce aa a dandy, looking anything but the professional slayer that he was. He stood looking at the rabbit for a few moments, his keen head well up, poised on his long, snaky neck. < Then he made his rush. It was quite slow?a leisurely, sidelong gallop. No creature would have any difficulty In avoiding It When the stoat was within about two Inches of the rabbit he stopped short and then, very quickly, darted round behind bunny. This Is the regular stoat m&noeuver?to dart round to the side of the prey and, leaping on to the back of the neck, to deliver that single terrible bite of all the weasal . < tribe at the soft cartilage at the base of the brain. The next Instant the stoat was lying on his back, with all the wind knocked out of him, and the rabbit was quietly sitting, hunched up, and facing him as before. It was a most surprising and unexpected defeat Aa the stoat reared to deliver the fatal bite, bunny pivoted to meet htm, quickly jumped into the air, and landed a full power kick with both of hfs long powerful hind legs on the stoafs chest A rabWt's hind legs are very long and strong, and like the kangaroo'* legs, they are a most effective weapon. Fortunately for their foes, rabbits do not appear to have found out what a useful weapon they possess. How this one found It out would be hard to say? possibly in fighting some other buck rabbit The discovery once made, the inoffensive and timid bunny became a foe to reckon with. As for the stoat be got up, stared hard at the first rabbit he had ever met that showed fight and, turning, slowly, galloped away.?F. a St. Mars In the London Magazine. A New Explosive.?Trotol Is the name given a new explosive for which It Is claimed that it Is the safest high explosive known. Its formula was worked out by Lieut HaVold C. Woodward, an officer In the New York national guard. He proposes, as reported, to present his discovery without r*ward to the United States government The following account of Lieut Woodward's Invention Is from the columns of the New York Sun: Three years ago a brother (of Lieut Woodward) came across an old vol ume that had been presented to German officials at the time of the Franco-Prussian war. In the book were two thousand formulas for high explosives, mainly anonymous. The Germans had simply shelved the book, perhaps discouraged by the number of receipts and the Impossibility of testing them all. Woodward tried live formulas at random, and found them all either worthless or inferior to explosives now in use. He tried a sixth at random and found It extraordinarily safe and good, but rather weak as compared with the best dynamite. But from It he developed trotol. Trotol can be exploded only by fulminate of mercury, the substance used to explode dynamite. It can not be set off by any shock, however great. In a test at Fort Wadsworth, trotol was packed Into a twelve-Inch oi-iH ttia oViall vaa flriul at ST mor plate one thousand yards away. The shell struck the armor plate while going at a rate of 2,710 feet a second, but the trotol Inside remained unexploded in spite of the terrific concussion. Six ounces of trotol, it is said, will do the work of twelve ounces of dynamite. Dynamite deteriorates in water or on the water and under certain atmospheric conditions. Trotol can be soaked in water for years and be as geod as ever. It looks like wet brown sugar, and is made up in sticks like dynamite. Trotol can be carried wet or dry and the fulminate of mercury, which must be kept yards away from dynamite lest a premature explosion result, may come as close as six Inches to trotol without danger. Like dynamite, trotol can be exploded by ignition. Of Course They 8hould,Pay^7udge Prank R Gary rendered a decision in the Marlboro court last wee* mat win have a far-reaching1 effect, and appears to be based upon sound logic and sense. Certain men visited Bennettsvllle soliciting orders for stoves and ranges. They claimed exemption from license tax. Officials required them to pay the tax, and the case was appealed to the circuit court, Judge Gary sustaining the contention of the town authorities. Lpcal dealers are required to pay an occupation tax and why men frqit} other states should be permitted to vend their wares without payment of such tax, we cannot understand. Judge Gary was right.?Abbeville Medium.