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^ ^ ^ ISSUED SEMI-WEEKL^ l. M grists son. PuMiihen. } % Demsjajeit: Jfor ft? promotion off fh$ golitieat, ^oqial, ^jr^ultaral and Commercial Interests off th< feopt*. | ESTABLISHED 1855. YORKVILLE, s7c.7 TITESDA: Y,APRIL 28~,~1914. NO. 347" ????^ ? - | SEVEN I ... BALD J BY EARL DEI ^ !| Copyright, 1913 by tho Bobbs-Me CHAPTER XXV. The Mayor Welcomed Home. Mr. Magee and the professor % went into the day coach for their baggage. Mrs. Norton motioned to the , former. "Well,'' she said, "you know now, 1 suppose. And it didn't do you no harm to wait. I sure am glad this to do is all over, and that child is safe. And 1 hope you'll remember what 1 said. It ain't no work for a woman, ( fA no how, what with the shooting and the late hours." < "Your words," said Mr. Magee "are , engraved on my heart." He proceeded , to gather her baggage with nts own . and was thus engaged when Kendrick , came up. The shadow of his discovery in the smoking car an hour before , still haunted his sunken eyes, but his lips were half smiling with the new joy of living that had come to him. "Mr. Magee," he began, "I hardly need mention that the terrible thing , ^ which happened?in there?is between you and me?and the man , who's dead. No one must know. Least of all, the girl who is to become iny wife?it would embitter her whole , ft lire?as it has mine." "Don't say that," Magee pleaded, j "You will forget in time. I'm sure. And you may trust me?I had forgot- , ten already." And indeed he had, on the instant when his eyes fell upon the Reuton Star. ( Miss Thornhill approached, her ( dark smiling eyes on Magee. Ken- , drlck looked at her proudly and * a J ] SpOKe SUUUeilljf, uctciuuuvov "You're right. I will forget. She shall help me." ^ A shadow had fallen upon the train , ?the shadow of the huge Reuton i station. In the half light on the j platform, Mr. Magee encountered the mayor of Reuton. Above the lessening roar of the train, there sounded , " ahead of them the voices of men In | turmoil and riot. Mr. Cargan turned i upon Magee a face as placid and dispassionate as that of one who enters j an apple orchard in May. "The boys," he smiled grimly, "welcoming me home." I ? Then the train came to a stop, and | Mr. Magee looked down into a great array of faces and heard for the first ( lime the low, unceasing rumble of an angry mob. Afterward he marveled at that constant guttural roar, how it j j went on and on, humming like a tune, ^ never stopping, disconnected quite , from the occasional shrill or heavy voices that rang out in distinguishable words. The mayor looked coolly down into those upturned faces, he listened a moment to the rumble of a thousand throats; then he took off his derby with satiric politeness. "Glad to see one and all!" he cried. ( And now above the mutterings, angry words could be heard. "That's him!" "That's $200,000 Cargan!" "How's the weather on Baldpate?" ^ and other sarcastic flings about tar and feathers. A squad of policemen who had entered the car from the rear forced their way out on to the platform. "Want us to see you through the crowd, Mr. Cargan?" the lieutenant asked. New hoots and cries ascended to the station rafters. "Who pays the ? police?" "We do." "Who owns 'em?" '"Cargan." Thus question and answer were handied back and forth. Again a voice demanded in strident tones the ignominious tar and feathers. Jim Cargan had not risen from the slums to be master of his town without a keen sense of the theatric. He ordered the police back into the car. "And stay there!" he demanded. The lieutenant demurred. One look from the mayor sent him scurrying. Mr. Cargan took from his pocket a big cigar and calmly lighted it. "Some of them guys out there," he ^ remarked to Magee, "belong to the Sunday school crowd. Pretty actions for them, pillars of the church howling like beasts." And, still, like that of beasts, the mutter of the mob went on, now in an ? undertone, now louder, and still that voice that first had plead for tar and feathers pie d still for feathers and tar. And h< e a group preferred the rope. And toward them, with the bland smile of a child on his great face, his c-igar tilted at one angle, his derby at another, the mayor of Reuton walkeJ unflinchingly. The roar became mad, defiant. But a* C'argan stepped forward boldly. Now he reached the leaders of the mob. He pushed his way in among them, smiling, but determined. They closed in on him. A little man got firmly in his path. He took the little man by the ^ shoulders and stood him aside with some friendly word. And now he was past ten rows or more of them on his way through, and the crowd began to scurry away. They scrambled like ants, clawing at one another's backs to make a path. And so finally, between two rows of them, the mayor of Reuton went his way triumphantly. Somewhere. on the edge of the crowd, an admiring voice spoke. ' Hello, Jim!" The mayor waved his hand. The rumble of iVi?ir vninM ronspri nt last. Jim Car gaii was still master of the city. "Say what you will," remarked Mr. Ma gee to the professor as they stood together on the platform of the car, "there goes a man." He did not wait to hear the professor's answer, for he saw the girl of rthe Upper Asquewan station standing on a baggage truck far to the left of the mob wave to him over their heads. Kagerly he fought his way to her side. It was a hard fight. The crowd would not part for him as it had parted for the man who owned the city. "Hello. Mr. Holdup Man!" The girl seized Mr. Magee's proffered hand and leaped down from the truck to his side. ?EYS TO | PATE... m BIGGERS I rrill Company. ^ "Bless the gods of the mountains," said Magee; "they have given me back my accomplice, safe and sound!" "They were black, lonesome gods," she replied, "and they kept whispering fearful things in my ear I could not understand. I'm glad they didn't keep me." "So am I." The crowd surged about them. Many in it smiled and spoke admiringly to the girl. "It's great to be acquainted with the heroine of the hour," Mr. Magee continued. "I congratulate you. You have overthrown an empire of graft, It seems." "Alone and unaided," she quoted smiling mockingly up into his face. Absolutely alone and entirely unaided," said Billy Magee. "I'll swear to that in court." As Mr. Magee and the girl turned they beheld the hermit of Baldpate staring with undisguised exultation at the tall buildings of Reulon. "Why, it's Mr. Peters!" the girl cried. "Yes," replied Magee. "His prediction has come true. We and our excitement proved too much for him. He's going back to Brooklyn and to her." "I'm so glad!" she cried. She stretched out her hand to the hermit. He took it?somewhat embarrassed. "Glad to see you," he said. "You certainly appear to have stirred things up, miss. But women are good at that. I've always said"? "Mr. Magee tells me you're going back, after all?" she broke in. "Yes," returned Peters. "I knew it. [ told you so. It was all right in the summer, when the bands played and the warm wind was hermiting on the mountain too. But in the fall it's always been hard, and I've heard the white lights calling, calling?why, I've even heard her?heard Ellen. This fall you came, and there was something doing on Baldpate?and I knew that when you went I'd just naturally have to go too. So?I'm going." "Splendid!" commented the girl. "It'll be somewhat delicate," continued the hermit, "bursting in on Ellen after all these years. As I told Mr. Magee, I wish I had an inaugural address or something like that." "I have it," responded Evelyn Rhodes. "I'll write a story about you for tomorrow morning's paper?all about how the Christmas spirit has overcome the hermit of Baldpate and how he's going back to his wife with his heart filled with love for her. It is filled, isn't it?" "Well, yes," agreed Mr. Peters. "I reckon you might call it that." "And then you can send her a copy of the paper and follow It up in person." "A good idea," commented Billy Magee. "At first glance, yes," studied Mr. Peters; "but on the other hand, it would be the death knell of my postcard business, and I'm calculating to go back to Baldpate next summer and take it up again. No, I'm afraid I can't let it be generally known that I've quit living in a shack on the mountain for love of somebody or other." "Once more," smiled Magee, "big Dusiness muzzies me picas. "Not that I ain't obliged to you- for the offer," added the hermit. "Miss?er?Rhodes and I will see you again," predicted Mr. Magee, "next summer at Baldpate inn." The hermit looked at the girl, who turned her face away. "I hope it'll turn out that way, I'm sure," he said. "I'll let you have a reduction on all postcards, just for old times' sake. Now, I must find out about the New York trains." He melted into the crowd, an odd figure still, his garb in a fashion long forgotten, his clumsily hacked hair brushing the collar of his ancient coat. Magee and the girl found the check room and, after he had been relieved of the burden of his baggage, set out up the main street of Reuton. It was a typical up state town, deep in the throes of the holiday season. The windows of the stores were green with holly. The faces of the passers by reflected the excitements of Christmas r.f fhn Iinhnavtil in pivio nolitlCH which were upon them almost together. "Tell me," said the girl, "are you glad?at the way it has turned out? Are you glad I was no lady Captain Kidd?" "It has all turned out?or is about to turn out?beautifully," Mr. Magee answered. "You may remember that on the veranda of Baldpate inn I spoke of one summer hotel flirtation that was going to prove more than that. Let me"? Her laugh interrupted. "You don't even know my name." "What's the matter with Kvelyn Rhodes?" suggested Magee. "Nothing, it's a perfectly good name. But it isn't mine. I just write under it." "I prefer Mary, anyhow," smiled Billy Magee. "She called you that. It's Mary." "Mary what?" "You have no idea," said he, "how immaterial that is." They came upon a throng blocking the sidewalk in front of a tall building of stone. The eyes of the throng were on bulletins. It muttered much as they had muttered wnu gauirn-u in the station. "The office of the Star," explaineil the girl. "The crowd is looking for new excitement. Do you know, for two whole hours this morning we had on exhibition in the window a certain package?a package of money!" "I think," smiled Magee, "I've seen it somewhere." "I think you have. Drayton came and took it from us as soon as he heard. Hut it was the very best proof we could have offered the people. They like to see for themselves. It's a passion with them. We've done for Cargan forever." "Cargan says he will fight." "Of course he will," she replied. "But this will prove Napoleon's Waterloo. Whether or not he is sent to prison?and perhaps he can escape that: he's very clever?his power in Reuton is broken. He can't possibly win at the next election. It comes very soon, I'm so glad! For years our editor has been fighting corruption, in the face of terrible odds and temptations. I'm so glad It's over now?and the Star has won!" "Through you," said Magee softly. "With?some one?to help," she smiled. "I must go upstairs now and find out what new task Is set for me." (To be Continued.) TAMPirn MAS Rift RFVFWIJP Tax Collected on 17,000,000 Barrels of Oil In 1913. If the constitutionalists should obtain complete control of the oil producing territory around Tampico they would be in a position to reap a large financial profit and cause a corresponding reduction in the revenue that is now going to the support of the Huerta government. It is through the* port of Tampico that the bulk of the oil is exported from Mexico to the United States and other foreign countries. Some idea of the magnitude of this trade may be had when it is stated that during 1913 nearly 17,000,000 barrels of crude oil were exported to the United States through Tampico, and the shipments during the first three months of the present year aggregated nearly 8,000,000 barrels. The Huerta government collects a tax not only on the production of each well but on ever} ton of oil exported. The federal oil taxes are tne largest revenue wnicn the Huerta government obtains from any one source of product. The other port charges there, aggregate a large sum, which the federal government can ill afTord to lose. Leading out of Tampico are two lines of railway, both belonging to the government owned system. One road runs northwest to Monterey and the other southwest to San Luis Potosi, both connecting with the Laredo-Mexico City main line of the National Railway of Mexico. Connecting Tampico with Tuxpan, 120 miles to the south is an intercoastal canal, which the government constructed at a cost of ahout S10.000.000 gold. This canal is not quite finished. It traverses the heart of the oil territory. It is conservatively estimated that more than J200.000.000 of American and British capital are invested in oil lands, wells, pipe lines and refineries in the Tampico region. More than 4,000 Americans are at the oil camps and in Tampico. The wonderful development of the oil industry and the attendant influx of Americans and other enterprising foreigners, have caused a complete transformation of Tampico. During the last few years it has been changed from a sleepy, slow going Mexican town to a thriving busy port and business center. The grade in the lower part of town was raised several feet, the business streets were paved and modern public utility plants and systems were put in. The oopulation of T>o?ir.r>t/>r? in nnw more than double what it was a few years ago. It is the home of about 60,000 people. The port and city of Tampico are located about six miles from the mouth of the Panuco river. Deep water for ocean-going vessels drawing twentyfive feet of water was obtained about twenty years ago by constructing two parallel jetties out in to the Oulf of Mexico from the mouth of the river." THE TORRENS liYSTEM. Tom Watson Tells of Its Benefits and Why it Cannot Be Established. Tom Watson?there is only one Tom Watson?is a lawyer and a mighty good one. But he is a people's lawyer and is never afraid to speak out about the evils and failures in our judicial and legal system. In the last issue of his paper, the JefTersonian, a reader asks him to explain the Torrens system, and he does in his usual clear and forceful man ner. Here is his editorial, which we hope will make more farmers in other states resolve that all the south shall quickly follow North Carolina in providing this law for the benefit of its farmers and other citizens. Tom Watson answers his inquiry as follows: "The Torrens system, in a nutshell is this: "The state examines the title, surveys the property, and registers a clear title, accompanied by the plat; a certificate is then issued to the owner, and when he sells and makes a deed to the buyer, he surrenders his certificate to the registrar, who issues a new one to the new owner. "You can see at once how the process simplifies the transfer of property, cuts out fees for abstracts of title, and abolishes law suits over titles and boundary lines. "Any dispute about the title or the lines is settled by the state, before the property is registered. "This clearing of the title and the lines is done by an official examiner, appointed for that purpose, and put under a bond. "If any dispute arises, all parties are notified and the case is laid before a court. (In New York the case goes at once to the supreme court). "When this court passes upon the questions raised, they are settled forever. "It is strange that I have urged this simple and most beneficial change so many years without having aroused anything more than a casual interest. "Year after year, neighbors fuss over land-lines, get into fights, and then go into law suits. "Year after year, lawyers are paid to look up claims of title and make costly abstracts. "Year after year, lawyers, jurors and judges are taken up with litigation over titles. "All of this expense, worry and had feeling could be cut out by the adoption of the Torrens system. "But the dear people fill the legislatures with lawyers, and the lawyers are naturally slow to dry up so bountiful a stream of revenue."?Progressive Farmer. Wi "I cannot see how anyone can endorse a plan to turn over to Duke and other money kings the marketing o the cotton crop, and thnt In what his plan Involves if I can see or read ihe signs. < >ur present condition is bad, but to tie ourselves up with a monopoly of the warehouse facilities for handling cotton would be worse than present conditions. We may work out something if we keep ourselves free, but if Duke and his crowd get their talons on the business. It will be many long years before an independent marketing of cotton by the farmers will be possible."?Progressive Farmer. FOOTSTEPS OF THE FATHERS As Traced Id Early Files of The Yorkvllle Enquirer NEWS AND VIEWS OF YESTERDAY Bringing Up Records of ths Past and Giving the Younger Rearers of Today a Pretty Comprehensive Knowledge of the Things that Most Concerned Generations that Have Gone Before. The first Installment of the notes appearing under this heading was published In our issue of November 14. 1*13. The notes are beirg prepared by the editor as time and opportunity permit. Their purpose Is to bring Into review the events of the past for the pleasure and satisfaction of the older people and for the entertainment and instruction or tne present generation. FORTY-THIRD INSTALLMENT. Thursday Morning, October 18, 1860. ?We had the pleasure on Friday night last of hearing Mr. F. J. Moses, Jr., of Sumter, deliver a very fine lecture before our public, at the solicitation of York division of the Sons of Temperance. Mr. Moses first delivered a well deserved rebuke to those who stand aloof from this great refoim, and especially those who have' once been members of the order, but have proven traitor to the cause. He spoke of the corruption of the ballot box, and other national calamities?even the destruction of empires?growing out of intemperance. He paid a mos: handsome compliment to woman during the address; showing that she has more genuine heroism of nature, and consequent nobler influence on society, than man. We hope his truthful and discriminating sentiment will have its appropriate effect in mating many "lady visitors" among our lady readers. Mr. Moses concluded with some cheering remarks, and his "thanks" to York Division. He is a very pleasing speaker and at times rises to the region of true eloquence. His lecture was well written, displaying clearness of thought, fulness of reading, copiousness of style, elegance of taste and liveliness of imagination. Thursday Morning, October 25, 1860. ?Married?At the residence of Mr. James Robinson, by Rev. E. A. Price, on the 11th instant, Mr. W. A. Barber of York district, and Miss. Mary R. Wright, formerly of Chester district. On Thursday, the 11th instant, by D. K. Bates, Esq., Mr. W. M. Rawls and Miss Ann Dickey, all of this District. I. D. Witherspoon, Esq., has been appointed by Governor Gist, a magistrate for Yorkville, vice J. B. Jackson, Esq., elected Ordinary. Virginia boasts of having ninety well organized cavalry companies, about twenty of which will be inspected at an encampment to be held at Richmond on the 7th of November, next. This is said to be the largest force of cavalry tnat has ever been assembled for drill in tha-: state. Col. Hardee, author of the syatem of tactics now in use in the United States army, and lieutenant colonel of cavalry, has expressed his willingness to be present and instruct the companies if permission can be obtained from the secretary of war. Col. Hardee is the author of the "Skirmishing Drill," so spiritedly rendered by our gallant Jasper Light Infantry. Thursday Morning, November 1, 1860.?The Adams Express company has completed its telegraph line from Columbia to Charlotte, as far as Winnsboro. An Oregon correspondent of the Charleston Mercury, relates an eccentric and almost incredible story of the movement of the Abolitionists?some of them at least?In that quarter of Old Abe's vineyard. The intention ooatvi o fn oonrl /tut ac-ortot pmi??nripfi to the Palmetto ntate, who will represent themselves as "returned Callfornians," or pass under some other con venlent name as natives, "to the manner born." As soon as they are called down after Lincoln's election, these huskers, It Is stated, think they can throw off the mask, get commissions under the Federal government, and the northern press will herald It to the world that such and such Houth Carolinians have accepted office under Lincoln. This writer says he knows persons in Oreg< n who declare it is their intention to act thus. * We learn from a special correspondent at BlufTton, S. C., that Rev. Dr. Stoney of that place, has accepted a call to the pastorship of the church in Yorkville. He speaks of Dr. Stoney as distinguished for his purity, devotedness and efficiency. We congratulate the church upon this accomplishment of what has long been their "cordial and unanimous desire," and heartily welcome their future pastor to a home amongst our people. We are indebted to our young townman, Mr. John A. Witherspoon, who has just returned from a tour through Europe, for copies of the Liverpool daily papers?the Post and the Mail and the Weekly Mercury. He has our cordial thanks. * We learn from a friend that the citizens of Shelby, N. C., had a grand Breckinridge and Lane rally on last Saturday, which resulted rather seriously. In the afternoon, after the demonstration was over, a party concluded to Are a round for each of the candidates for the presidency. A very small quantity of powder was put into the cannon when Lincoln, Bell and Douglass were to be "shot for," and I much merriment was made over the weak, pop-gun salutes. When Breckinridge and Lane's time came, about four pounds of powder were crammed into the "piece" in order to get up a tremendous gun. The cannon, when discharged, exploded, wounding Col. Thomas Beardley seriously and damaging many others. ? * "1861?No More Slavery."?Such were the words inscribed on one of the banners borne in the New York "Wide Awake" procession. * Washington, October 29.?Secretaries Cobb and Thompson, who have re turned to this city, give it as their opinion that New York is going against Lincoln. Even Mayor Wood, who was heretofore desponding, now thinks New York is safe.?Special dispatch to the Charleston Courier. m m m The New York Herald, which has hitherto been battling hard in favor of the fusion movement in that state, now gives up its cause as hopeless. It says: Common justice to all concerned demands that this idea that "some thing may turn up" to redeem New York should be abandoned. New York will vote for Lincoln, and by a larger majority. we dare say, than any other state. Lincoln will be elected. There is no use mincing the matter any longer. We are called upon to look this thing fully in the face. The best that , our Union forces can now do, is to save all the odds and ends of the election within their reach, such as con pressmen, assemblymen and county of- ( fleers. Lincoln will be elected, and all j parties concerned may as well now , shape their cause to that event as to wait till the day after the election. (To be Continued.) FIRST WAR WITH MEXICO I i Some Extract* from History Written i by President Wilson. ] In Woodrow Wilson's textbook, "Di- I vision and Reunion," written in 1892, i ...v.nn * - "i?? nrouWont nf Princeton i VT UCId IIC TTUO |/| Vuauvaa* v ? - University, he describes the war of 1846 to 1848 with Mexico. What the | historian and scholar had to say then | has a peculiar interest In view of the author's attitude now. He tells how i Taylor took Montery, now the scene i of battle between Mexican factions, and of the capture of the city of Mexico. The Mexicans he describes as a "race full of courage, spirit and subtle- < ty." An extract from the book follows: | "Congress accepted the assertion i that Mexico had begun the war, as , convenient, whether true or not, and , provided for the expenses of the con- , fllct as for any necessity. A formal declaration of war was resolved upon < on May 13, 1846, before the news of , Palo Alto and Resaca de la Palma had ( reaciied wasnington ana me preaiuem j was authorized to call for 50,000 vol- j unteers for one year. September 19, to 23, the Americans by slow and stub- 1 born fighting, took the strongly placed ( and heavily fortifed city of Monterey, i some ninety miles south of the Rio Grande. February 22 and 23, 1847, Santa Ana, with a force probably numbering at least 12,000 men, at- i tacked Taylor's force, which then numbered 5,000 on the broken plain of | Buena Vista, but, failing to gain any advantage, withdrew to the defense of his capital, the city of Mexico. He I had thought to destroy Taylor, while < he was weak; for in November, 1846, General Winfleld Scott had been appointed to the chief command in Mex- ' ico, to which his military rank entitled him, and January had brought a call i for the greater part of Taylor's troops , to*8 8sist the commander-in-chief in an invasion of Mexico from Vera Cruz, 1 on the coast. The operations in the north ended with the battle of Buena ( Vista "General Scott began his operations ' with a force of about 12,000. He had chosen a hard road to the Mexican < capital, but the dogged valor and alert sagacity of his men made everything possible. The fle-et which carried his troops came to anchor near Vera Cruz I on March 7, 1847, and on the 27th of < the same month Vera Cruz had surrendered, having been taken without great difficulty. In the middle of April begun the march of 20v miles northwestward to the city of Mexico. On the 18th, Scott forced the rough mountain pass of Cerro Gordo. On August 10th, after a delay caused by fruitless negotiations for peace, the city of Mexico was in sight from the heights of the Rio Frio mountains. Selecting the weaker side of the city, which lay amid a network of defences and surrounded on all sides by marshy ground, which could be crossed only on causeways, the Americans slowly, by dint of heroic courage and patience, drove the Mexicans from one position to another until finally the great fortress of Chapultepec was taken by storm (September 13th), and the city captured. The occupation was complete by the 15th, and there was no further resistance anywhere by the Mexicans. At every point the American troops fought against heavy odds. They were, most of them, only volunteers, and they had fought against a race full of courage, spirit and subtlety. Their success was due to their moral qualities?to their steady pluck 1 and self-confidence, their cool intelligence, their indomitable purpose, ( their equal endowments of patience dash."?New York Tribune. TAMER OF THE IROQUOIS 1 I How an Irishman Held Control Over ' Powerful Indian Tribe. On the J9th of March, 1738, there 1 sailed into the harbor of New York a vessel from the Bmerald Isle bearing J among its human freight a young man of 23 who was to exert a tremendous influence upon the fortunes of this J continent, The young man's name was William Johnson, to be known later on as Sir William Johnson, king of diplomats, ' natural born soldier and statesman, and the greatest turner of wild Indians that ever lived. Johnson was born in the county of Meath, Ireland, in 1715, and might ever .< have remained there had he not fallen t desperately in love. When he told his I love to the black-haired, blue-eyed i beauty who had enthralled his heart, he was rudely rejected, and in his sor- 1 row he resolved upon suicide. But the < lovesick swain was intended for some- 1 thing better than that of filling a sui- ! cide's grave. Sir Peter Warren, an un- t cle, solved the problem by sending 1 Johnson to look after h(s large landed t possessions in the Mohawk Valley. I The young man had hardly planted f himself in America when he began to t make his influence felt. Among the l red men he became at once a king. By 1 the magical power of his personality he I made them both love and fear him. His great common sense, iron will, and un- t faltering justice made him the "Great t Father" of the savages over whom no 1 other man, white or red, was able too t exert the least control. 1 ualno rtf Tiihnsrin's nower over the Indians was seen all through the mighty struggle between France and c England for supremacy on this conti- < nent. By keeping the formidable Six ] Nations true to the English cause Johnson may be said to have saved the day t for the redcoats. The strategic import- 1 ance of the state of New York in the 1 French-English war was immense, and t it was Johnson's diplomacy In preserv- ( ing that Importance for the English J that finally turned the scale In their 5 favor.?New York American. JHiscrllattcous grading. SPARTANBURG MURDER CASE The Facte as Th?y Were Made to Appear at the Trial. The following from the Charlotte Observer of Sunday tells the story of the developments In the Pendleton Clement case on Saturday: Each of the defendants on the witness stand denied the charge on which they were jointly indicfed?that they murdered the baby whose body was found January 31, in a millpond here. They admitted that they went together on the night of January 30, to the Driage irom wnicii me umu who thrown into Lawson's fork, the stream which forms the millpond, but each of them denies any knowledge of the purpose of the trip. Clement said he went at Miss Pendleton's behest; she said she was taken there by Clement. He said she threw the baby into the creek, she said he did it. Miss Pendleton's testimony this afternoon was highly dramatic. She would have died, she said, rather than permit harm to befall her little daughter, whom she loved dearly. Her only reason, she averred, for not exposing DIement was that she was blinded in love with him and he had told her that lie would marry her, take her far iway and they would blot the murder from their memory. "And do you still have this blind love for Clement?" asked her grayhaired counselor, Col. Alvln H. Dean. "Do you want me to tell exactly the real state of my feelings?" she inquired in turn. "Yes, I do." Calls Clement Brute. She paused for fully a half-minute. Then, with heaving bosom: "You want to know if I still love the man who lied to me from start to finish, who won my confidence, who robbed me of my virtue?the man who muruereu jny cjiuu wuuuui my luiisent, willing or unwilling?the man who now comee up here and lays the crime on me when he knows deep down In h's heart that he did it himself?who age me before this public and exposes me to shame? Love such a brute?" Her lip quivered, her voice broke. Two thousand people, jamming the court room almost to suffocation, held their breath. "Love such a brute?" she asked with withering scorn. "I detest him." She had answered, and a murmur swept the court room. "Quite a flourish," lightly said C. P. Sanders of counsel for Clement. Critical Counsel. "Very well rehearsed," commented Samuel J. Nicholls, the boy's chief of counsel. Colonel Dean leaped to his feat. His eyes flashed. "Every word of It is the living truth " hp shouted, "and there's not an honest man who does not believe It, as you will find by the verdict." "There's not an honest man who Joes believe it," answered Captain Nicholls, angrily. Judge Shipp called the lawyers to order. Miss Pendleton made an excellent witness in direct examination. Her testimony was at variance with her original confession. While it was true she said, that she had decided to part with her baby because she wanted to marry Clement and he had laid that Jown as one of the conditions, the idea of murdering the baby never entered her mind. When Clement took her in a carriage to the bridge over Lawson's fork that stormy winter night, she was without the slightest ntlmation of his intention. She gave him the baby to carry, after they left the carriage, she said, to protect the little creature from the ~>i" oka moo 111 nnH arnrcplv knew what she did, she said. She nearly fainted three times and Clement was required to support her. He walked ihead of her with the baby, she swore, ind when he returned the baby was ?one. When realization came upon her, she said, she begged her lover to throw her into the creek, too. The girl was caught in frequent contradictions in cross-examination. Mrs. J. B. Jones testified that Clem?nt had promised to marry Miss Penlleton last summer. The girl denied Clement's statement that they had been immorally intimate since she was 14 years old. Their llicit relations did not begin, she said, until they were betrothed in the early part of* last year. The "men higher up," who, Samuel 1. Nicholls said, would probably be nvolved in the case, failed to materiilize. Assaults on Miss Pendleton's deputation were made by insinuation. She was asked about "a red-headed Ireman" apd an unnamed Georgian with whom she was said to have talked about going to the North Carolina itate fair, but successfully parried hese shafts. Clement on Stand. Clyde caiaweu tiemciu iuwn v..v. jtand in the court of general sessions :oday, and protested his innocence of he crime for which he and Miss Lau*a Fleda Pendleton are being tried. Clement's hands and eyes were restess but his high-pitched voice was dear and steady as he swore that not le, but the girl, was the murderer. She, the mother, threw her child Into lie water on the night of January 30, ie said; he saw her do It, but too late o restrain her. He had been in complete ignorance of her purpose, he laid, and when the deed was done, it >vas done beyond recall, for he could lot swim, and the steep muddy banks 'orbade his attempting to rescue the laby from the shore. Clement not only denied the murler but expressed doubt that he was he father of the child. He admitted lowever, that he had had improper elations with the girl since she was 14 years old. Traces Movements. Clement went on the stand at 9.40 >'clock. He said he was born in Polk :ounty, N. C., and had known Miss Pendleton for six or seven years. The baby was born in the Presbyerian hospital, Charlotte, on Decernler movements until she arrived at ier 8. Then followed an account of he home of Mrs. W. M. Hodges In Jreenvllle on January 13. He did not toln her In Greenville, until January !9. On the afternoon of the following day they went to a moving picture show. When they returned from the moving picture show Mrs. Hodges, he admitted, urged him to marry Miss Pendleton, but he told her it was out of the question. Charges Girl With Murder. They left Greenville with the baby that night, he said, and came to Spartanburg, but he did not suggest the trip. On their arrival at the Spartanburg station, he testified, Miss Pendleton asked him to engage a hack and he did so. He entered the hack with Miss Pendleton, he said, in the belief that they were going somewhere to find a "place for the baby." At her suggestion, he said, he stopped the hack at the end of East Main street, near the bridge over Lawson's Fork, the creek which forms the millpond where the baby was found. She took the baby, according to ^icuicui, uiiu Hutu, isimie UII, v^iyue. "I did not know where we were going," said Clement, "but I thought she was going to leave tl e baby at a house In the neighborhood." At this point the girl said, according to the witness, "Something has got to be done." Two Statements. C. P. Sanders of Clement's counsel, here asked the witness: "Did you throw the baby Into the water?" "I did not throw the baby Into the water," said Clement, with a slight uhnn/ t\f amntlnn Clement a little later said he did not know anything about the baby being thrown into the water. Later he said he saw Miss Pendleton throw the child off the bridge. Clement was questioned about Miss Pendleton's confession. He catigorically denied all of her statements incriminating him. He said he did not have the baby in his hands at all alter they got out of the hack. He went back to his home near Chesnee the next day and made preparations to cultivate his farm. He denied at this point that he had intended to leave the neighborhood; he said he had rented a plantation from his father and was preparing to raise a crop. Cross- Examination. It was on cross-examination that Clement directly said that Miss Pendleton threw the baby off the bridge. He made a motion with his arms to describe how the Infant was thrown. "When we reached the bridge," said Clement, "we walked only a short distance. It was raining hard at this time and we turned around, Fleda saying as we did so that something must be done at once. Miss Pendleton was a short distance in advance of me when she reached the bridge. Suddenly, before I could interfere, she tossed the baby out into the waters below and ran from the spot. I ran also, overtaking her some distance up the hill toward East Main street." WAS A POWERFUL HUNTER Wrestled With a Bull Moose and Hold Animal Until Help Arrived. Colonel I>. Douglas Young, of the Canadian army, wrestled the first moose he ever saw. It was not a pugnacious spirit that prompted the encounter. There was nothing else for the colonel to do, Dong ago, before there was thought of game preservation, Colonel Young was hunting caribou In Quebec. With a French-Canadian guide he had gone north toward St. John's. There was no limit in those days, and when the colonel saw a herd of caribou on a small lake, he shot six. He was a good shot, and he did it with nine cartridges, leaving one in his rifle. Hurrying across the lake after the retreating herd, he took off his coat, in the pockets of which were his extra shells. He reached the other side of the lake and entered the thick spruce. His guide had stopped by the dead caribou. As soon as he had stepped into the brush Colonel Young saw his first moose. It was not more than fifty feet away. Colonel Young fired and wounded the bull, which immediately charged him. It was a typical North Quebec winter. The snow was six feet deep. The bull floundered toward the Colonel, who was trying to find another shell in the rifle or in his clothes. When he realized that his gun was empty the bull was upon him and there was nothing for him to do but grasp its antlers. The first pressure of the bull's rush was too much for one of the colonel's snow-shoes, and the frame snapped, j He could not give ground, because he could not walk backward with the webs on his feet. He says that he did not realize me qanger ot me num f hoofs of the forefeet because he knew nothing of mooae, and he ascribes his ultimate escape to the fact that the snow was too deep for the moose to strike successfully. Any one who has seen the colonel's mammoth arms can understand that they had something to do with it. As soon as he grappled with the moose the colonel began to call for the guide. He braced himself with his disabled snowshoes as best he could and held the moose away. But he knew that he could not last long under the strain and increased his calls for help. The guide did not come, and the colonel felt his strength slipping. Then the saving idea came to him. Beside him was a spruce tree. Slowlf the colonel forced the moose sideways until the tree touched his right arm. Then, when the moose had momentarily eased the pressure, the colonel released the antlers with his right hand, shot his arm around the tree and obtained a fresh grip. With the antlers pressed tightly against the solid tree trunk, holding the moose was comparatively easy work, and the colonel put more energy into his calls. Leisurely the guide approached. When he pushed through the fringe of brush and saw the moose he was too astonished to move until his employer had gasped directions. Then he cut the moose's throat with his hunting knife, and the colonel released the antlers. Colonel Young does not believe he could have escaped as he did had the moose been able to get all four feet on solid ground. He says the six feet of snow made his success possible, although wrestling on big, awkward snowshoes is by no means easy. But a hogshead chest, Percheron shoulders, and arms like the legs of a 200-pound man played their part.?Outing Magazine. LOVE AND THE LAW Common 8uccess Dtponda on Mutual Helpfulness. Once when bread and honey were up for discussion a little girl from the city asked her country cousin this question: "Does your papa keep a bee?" And that is all there is of the storyBut let me here state a great, undisputed fact: A bee alone never makes honey. A bee alone is not self-supporting. In fact, a bee when alone loses heart, absolutely; it even forgets how to sting. And separated a distance of three to five miles from its hive it will droop and die. Bees are successful only as they work with other bees. A man alone will accomplish nothing. All of his thoughts and acts have a direct relationship with others. Men succeed only as they work together. Without companionship, ambition Hrnnna a V?? vwpo, 11050, ICCUSU11 loners, ambition vanishes, and the man dies. Nature puts a quick limit on the horrors of solitary confinement?she unhinges the reason of the prisoner, and ' ? addresses comrades who have no existence save in his fevered imagination. The prisoner who does useful work is in direct communication with other people?he works for others, and the thought that he is doing something for somebody sustains him. The "lifer" is always sustained by the hope of pardon?as long as he lives he is a part of the whole, and should it ever come to him that his case Is a hopeless one and he Is alone, his usefulness is gone. Soldiers who are cowards by themselves often fight bravely when placed on the firing line with others. We succeed only as we band ourselves with others. Each man Is a molecule that is needed to make up the all. Successful employers of labor recognize this full well, for they always allow their helpers to work In gangs where possible. A division superintendent in **"> employ of the Pennsylvania railroad tells me that In painting station houses he has found that four men working together will do at least Ave times as much as one man working alone, and they will also do their work better. Teachers know the principle, and thus they teach in classes. The private tutor is never quite a success unless his scholar is a defective. Children will teach each other quite as much as they are taught by their teachera Healthy people like to work, play, eat, learn and live together. The kindergarten spirit?and no finer thing exists?is only possible through association. A child absolutely alone would never evolve; a ohild deprived of the companionship of its own becomes abnormal. A great man is one who carries the kindergarten spirit right through life, and any one who carries the kindergarten spirit through life is great The sheepherder, alone on the mountains, often is possessed by illusions and hallucinations, and yet he has his dog, his horse, his flock, and these to a degree supply comradeship, but they are not enough. He needs humans. ii is wis? 10 go up into tne mountain, but not to remain there; It is well to cultivate silence and solitude, but only that we may return to our work in society rested and refreshed. Man was made for association. He is a part of the all and cannot be separated from it William Morris said, "Fellowship is heaven, and the lack of fellowship is hell." The first factor in the evolution of humanity is mutual aid. A family living in the country, depending on agriculture for their support, is a little -ommunlty. There is the father, moth?r, half a dozen children and grandoarenta. If they lived a purely individual life each adult when he got up in the morning would start a fire for himself and prepare his own breakfast. But not so. One starts a fire, another brings In fuel, another goes for a bucket of water, still others go out and take care of the stock. When the meal is ready all partake of it. After breakfast each one goes to work and does the thing he can do best. The girls help their mother put the house in order; they sew, wash, work in the garden or among the flowers and keep the home presentable and sanitary. The men and boys will care for stock, plow or cut down trees for lumber or fuel. The boy too small to work, but who can ride horseback, goes to town on errands or fon the mail. The old man rocks the cradle and churns. The grandmother darns, mends and knits. Each slips naturally into the place where he belongs, taking up the task he can do beat and working for the good of all. The one who can bestow most benefits receives most honora In the case of the old, they are honored and loved for what they have done, and the young are honored and loved for the hope of what they will become. At harvest time men, women and children will go out into the orchards and fields and work at the common task of garnering the crop. Such a family, possessed of even moderate mental attainments, that works with reasonable zeal and simple common sense and works together will grow wealthy. As the years pass by the barns will grow greater, the dwelling will be enlarged and beautified outsid?. and in, trees will be planted and bring forth fruit or supply a grateful shade. The place will take on the attitude of t/vl/&nln? honnlnooa on/) 5 UUU VUCC1 , luncillllg Iiup^llivou anu reasonable content. It is not necessary to see the man to know what sort of a person he la You know the farmer by the appearance of his farm?his character Is written all over it. His cattle, horses, hogs and sheep all proclaim him. A farmer is known by his team, not by the company he keeps. As a boy I could look at the horses tied in front of a country store and make a close guess as to the moral, mental and financial status of the owners, and I was not awful smart, either. The horse and dog of a drunkard give him away. So this is the point: The family whose members work together succeeds. And the success of this family is in exact relation to the love that cements them Into a whole. Of course the more Intellect you can mix with this mutual love the better, but intellect alone is too cold to fuse the dumb indifference of inanimate things and command success. Love is the fulfilling of life's law.