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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 |
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"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.