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CHAPTER III.
The Weak Link.
? The day began white and chill, for
February nights and mornings are
not particularly comfortable on the
Irrawaddy. The boat sped down the
river, smoothly and noiselessly. For
all that the sun shone, the shore-lines
were still black. The dust had not
yet risen. Elsa passed through the
dining saloon to the stern deck and
paused at the door. The 9cene was
always a source of Interest to her.
There were a hundred or more natives
squatting in groups on the deck.
They were wrapped in ragged shawls.
? cotton rugs of many colors, and
wooien blankets, and their turbans
were as bright and colorful as a Holland
tulip bed. Some of them were
smoking long pipes and using their
fists as mouthpieces; others were
scrubbing their teeth with short sticks
of fibrous wood; and still others were
eating rice and curry out of little
copper pots. There were very few
Burmese among them. They were
Hindus, from central and southern
India, with a scattering of Cingalese.
^ Whenever a Hindu gets together a
few rupees, he travels. He neither
cares exactly where the journey ends,
nor that he may never be able to return;
so long as there is a temple at
his destination, that suffices him. The
past is the past, tomorrow is tomorrow,
but today is today: he lives and
works and travels, prisoner to this
creed.
Elsa never strolled among them.
She was dainty. This world and the
I people were new and strange to her,
and as yet she could not quite dominate
the fear that some of these
brown-skinned beings might be coming
down with the plague. So she
stood framed in the doorway, a pict
ture rare Indeed to the dark eyes that
sped their frank glances in her direction.
"No, Sahib, no; it is three hundred."
"James, I tell you it's rupees three
hundred and twelve, annas eight."
Upon a bench, backed against the
partition, almost within touch of her
hand, sat the man Warrington and
his servant, arguing over their accounts.
The former's battered helmet
was tilted at a comfortable angle and
an ancient cutty hung pendent from
his teeth, an idle wisp of smoke
hovering over the blackened bowl.
Elsa quietly returned to her chair
in the bow and tried to become interested
in a novel. By and by the
*?*- fmm her fingers to her
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lap, and her eyes closed. But not for
long. She heard the rasp of a campT
stool being drawn toward her.
"You weren't dozing were you?"
asked the purser apologetically.
"Not in the least. I have only just
got up."
. "Shouldn't have disturbed you; but
your orders were that whenever I had
an interesting story about the life
over here, I was to tell it to you instantly.
And this one is just rippin*!"
"Begin," said Elsa. She sat up and
threw back her cloak, for it was now
growing warm. It's about Parrot &
Co., I'm sure."
t "You've hit it off the first thing,"
admiringly.
"Well, go on."
"it's better than any story you'll
read in a month of Sundays. Our
man has just turned the trick, as you
Americans say, for twenty thousand
pounds."
"Why, that is a fortune."
"For some years, yes. You see,
whatever he was in the past, it was
something worth while, I fancy. Engineering,
possibly. Knew his geology
and all that. Been wondering
for months what kept him hanging
around this bally old river. Seems he
? found oil, borrowed the savings of
his servant and bought up some land
on the line of the new discoveries.
Then he waited for the syndicate to
buy. They ignored him. They didn't
send any one even to investigate his
f claim. Stupid, rather. After a while,
he went to them, at Prome, at Rangoon.
They thought they knew his
kind. Ten thousand rupees was all
he asked. They laughed again. Then
he left for the teak forests. He had
to live. He came back in four
months. In the meantime they had
secretly investigated. They offered
him fifty thousand. He laughed. He
wanted two hundred thousand. They
) advised him to raise cocoanuts. What
do you suppose he did then?"
"Got some other persons interest
cu.
"Right-o! Some Americans in
P Rangoon said they'd take it over for
two hundred thousand. Something
about the deal got into the newspapers.
The American oil men sent over
a representative. That settled the
syndicate. What they could have
originally purchased for ten thousand
they paid three hundred thousand."
"Splendid!" cried Elsa, clapping
her hands. She could see it all, the
quiet determination of the man. the
penury of the lean years, his belief
in himself and in what he had found,
and the disinterested loyalty of the
servant. "Sometimes I wish I were a
man and could do things like that."
"Recollect that landing last night?"
Elsa's gesture signified that she
was glad to be miles south of it.
"Well, he wasn't above having his
revenge. He made the syndicate
come up there. They wired asking
rwhy he couldn't come on to Rangoon.
And very frankly he gave his reasons.
They came up on one boat and left
on another. They weren't very pleasant.
but they bought his oil lands.
He came aboard last night with a
I check for twenty thousand pounds
and two rupees In his pocket The
two rupees were all he had in this
world at the time they wrote him the
check. Arabian night; what?"
"I am glad. I like pluck; I like
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MACGRATH
rill Company.
j endurance; I like to see the lone man
! win against odds. Tell me, is he going
back to America?"
"Ah, there's the weak part in the
chain." The purser looked thoughtfully
at the deck floor. It would
have been easy enough to discuss the
Warrington of yesterday, to offer an
opinion as to his past; but the Warrington
of this morning was backed
by twenty thousand good English
sovereigns; he was a different individual,
a step beyond the casual damnation
of the mediorce. "He says
he doesn't know what his plans will
be. Who knows ? fernaps some one
ran away with his best girl. I've
known of them to wind up out here
on that account."
"Is it a rule, then, that disappointed
lovers fly hither, penniless?"
The mockery escaped the purser,
who was a good fellow in his blundering
way. "Chaps gamble, you
know. And this part of the world is
full of fleas and mosquitoes and
gamblers. When a man's been
chucked, he's always asking what's
trumps. He's not keen on the game;
and the professional gambler takes
advantage of his condition. Oh, there
are a thousand ways out here of getting
rid of your money when the
girl's given you the goby!"
"To that I agree. When do we
reach Prome?"
"About six," understanding that the
Warrington incident was closed. "It
isn't worth while going ashore,
though. Nothing to see at nigni.
"I have no inclination to leave the
boat until we reach Rangoon."
She met Warrington at luncheon,
and she greeted him amiably. To her
mind there was something pitiful in
the way the man had tried to Improve
his condition. Buttons had been renewed,
some with black thread and
some with white; and there were little
islands of brown yarn, at the elbows,
at the bottom of the pockets,
along the seams. So long as she lived,
no matter whom she might marry,
she was convinced that never would
the thought of this man fade completely
from her memory. Neither
the amazing likeness nor the romantic
background had anything to
do with this conviction. It was the
man's utter loneliness.
"I have been waiting for Parrot &
Co. all the morning," she said.
"I'll show him to you right after
1? 11-mn't that T had for
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gotten."
She nodded; but he did not comprehend
that this inclination of the
head explained that she knew the
reason of the absence. She could in
fancy see the strong brown fingers
clumsily striving to thread the needle.
(As a ma ter of fact, her imagination
was at fault. James had done the
greater part of the repairing.)
Rajah took the center of the stage;
and even the colonel forgot his liver
long enough to chuckle when the
bird turned somersaults through the
steel hoop. Elsa was delighted. She
knelt and offered him her slim white
finger. Rajah eyed it with his head
cocked at one side. He turned insolently
and entered his cage. Since he
never saw a finger without flying a*
it in rage, it was the politlest thing
he had ever done.
"Isn't he a sassy little beggar?"
laughed the owner. "That's the way;
his hand, or ciaw, rainer, ugauni an
the world. I've had him half a dozen
years, and he hates me just as thoroughly
now as he did when I picked
him up while I wus at Jaipur."
"Have you carried him about all
this time?" demanded the colonel.
"He was one of the two friends I
had, one of the two I trusted," quietly
?with a look which rather disconcerted
the Anglo-Indian.
"By the actions of him I should say
that he was your bitterest enemy."
"He is; yet I call him friend. There's
a peculiar thing about friendship,"
said the kneeling man. "We make a
man our friend; we take him on trust,
frankly and loyally; we give him the
best we have in us; but we never really
know. Rajah is frankly my enemy.
and that's why I love him and
trust him. I should have preferred a
dog; but one takes what one can.
Besides?" Warrington paused, thrust
the perch between the bars, and got
up.
"jan, jan, jan: dun jail ja-a-au.
the bird shrilled.
"Oh. what a funny little bird!" cried
Elsa. laughing. "What does he say?"
"I've often wondered. It sounds
like a bell-gong you hear in the Shwe
Dagon Pagoda, in Rangoon. He picked
it up himself."
The colonel returned to his elderly
charges and became absorbed in his
aged Times. If the girl wanted to
pick up the riff-raff to talk to. that
was her affair. Americans were impossible,
anyhow.
"How long have you been in the
Orient?" Elsa asked.
"Ten years," he answered gravely.
"That is a long time."
"Sometimes it was like eternity."
"I have heard from the purser of
your good luck."
"<?h!" He stooped again and locked
the door of Rajah's cage. "I dare
say a good many people will hear of
it."
"It was splendid. I love to read
stories like that, but I'd rar ramer
hear them told first-hand."
Elsa was not romantic in the sense
that she saw heroes where there were
only ordinary men: but she thrilled at
the telling of some actual adventure,
something big with life. Her heart
and good will went out to the man who
won against odds. Strangely enough,
sol'dier's daughter though she was.
the pomp and glamour and cruelty of
war were detestable to her. It was
the obscure and unknown hero who
appealed to her: such a one as this
man might be.
"Oh. there was nothing splendid
about the thing. I simply hung on."
Then a thought struck him. "You are
traveling alone?"
"With a companion." A peculiar
question, she thought.
"It is not wise," he commented.
"My father was a soldier," she replied.
"It isn't a question of bravery," he
replied, a bit of color charging under
his jkin
Elsa was amused. "And, pray,
what question is it?" t|e was like a
boy,
"I'm afraid of making: myself obscure.
This world is not like your
world. Women over here?Oh, I've
lost the art of saying things clearly."
He pulled at his beard embarrassed iy.
"I rather believe I understand you.
The veneer cracks easily in hot climates*
man's veneer."
"Ard falls off altogether."
"Ate you warning me against yourself?"
"Why not? Twenty thousand
pounds do not change a man; they
merely change the public's oplrion of
him. For all you know, I may be the
greatest rascal unhanged."
He recognized that it was not a
query; and a pleasurable thrill ran
over him. Had there been the least
touch of condescension in her manner,
he would have gone deep into his
ah^ll
"No; there are worse men In this
world than I. But we fire getting
away from the point, of women traveling
alone in the east. Oh, I know you
"an protect yourself to a certain extent.
But everywhere, on boats, in
the hotels, on the streets, are men
who have discarded all the laws of
convention, of the social contact. And
they have the keen eye of the kite and
the vulture."
To Klsa this interest in her welfare
was very diverting. "In other words,
they can quickly discover the young
woman who goes about unprotected?
Don't you think that the trend of the
conversation has taken rather a remarkable
turn, not as impersonal as
it should be?"
"I beg your pardon!"
"I am neither an infant: nor a fool,
Mr. Warrington."
"Shall I go?"
"No. I want you to toll me some
stories." She laughed. "Don't worry
about me, Mr. Warrlngtcn. I have
gone my way alone since I was sixteen.
I have traveled all over this
wicked world with nobody but the
woman who was once my nurse. I
seldom put myself in the way of an
affront. I am curious without being
of an investigating turn of mind. Now,
tell me something of your adventures.
Ten years in this land must mean
something. I am always hunting for
Harunal-Raschild, or Sinband, or
some one who has done something
out of the ordinary."
"Do you write books?"
"No; I read them by preference."
"Ah, a good book!" He inclined
against the rail and stared down at
the muddy water. "Adventure?" He
frowned a little. "I'm afraid mine
wouldn't read like adventures. There's
no glory in being a stevedore on the
docks at Hongkong, a stoker on a
tromn atonmer between Singapore and
the Andaman Islands. What haven't
I been in these ten years?" with a
shrug. "Can you fancy me a decksteward
on a P. & O. boat tucking old
ladies in their chairs, staggering about
with a tray of broth-bowls, helping
the unsteady to their staterooms, and
touching my cap at the end of the
voyage for a few shillings in tips?"
"You are bitter."
"Bitter? I ought not to be with
twenty thousand pounds in my pocket."
"Tell me more."
He looked into her beautiful face,
animated by genuine interest, and
wondered if all men were willing so
readily to obey her.
"It always interests me to hear from
the man's own lips how he overcame
obstacles."
"Sometimes I didn't overcome them.
I ran away. After all, the strike in oil
was a fluke."
"T dnn't think so. But go on," she
prompted.
"Well, I've been manager of a cocoanut
plantation in Penang; I've
helped lay tracks in Upper India; had
a hand in some bridges; sold patentmedicines;
worked in a ruby mine;
been a haberdasher in the Whlteaway,
Laid law shop in Bombay; cut
wood in the teak forests; helped exterminate
the plague at Chitor and
Udaipur; and never saved a penny. I
never had an adventure in all my
life."
"Why, your wanderings were adventures,"
she insisted. "Think of
the things you could tell!"
"And never will," a smile brokeover
his face.
How like Arthur's that smile was!
thought the girl. "Romantic persons
never have any adventures. It is to
the prosaic these things fall. Because
of their nearness you lose their values."
"There is some difference between
romance and adventure. Romance
is what you look forward to; adventure
is something you look back upon.
If many disagreeable occupations,
hunger, an occasional flstcuff may be
"laoeoH as adventure, then I have had
my run of It. But I always supposed
adventure was the finding of treasures
on land and on sea; of filibustering;
of fighting with sabers and pistols.
and all that rigmarole. I can't
quite lift my imagination up to the
height of calling my six months'
shovel-engineering on The Galle an
adventure. It was brutal hard work;
and many times I wanted to jump
over. The Lascars often got out of
trouble that way."
"It all depends upon how we look
at things." She touched the parrot
ccge with her foot, and Rajah hissed.
"What would you say If I told you
that I was unconventional enough to
ask the purser to introduce you?"
The amazement in his face was
answer enough.
"Don't you suppose," she went on.
"the picture you presented, standing
on that ledge, the red light of the
torch on your face, the bird cage in
your hand?don't you suppose you
roused my sense of the romantic to
the highest pitch Parrot & Co.!"
with a wave of her hand.
She was laughing at him.. It could
not be otherwise. It made him at
once sad and angry. "Romance! I
hate the word. Once I was as full of
romance as a water-chestnut is of
starch. I again affirm that young
women should not travel alone. They
think every bit of tinsel is gold, every
bit of colored glass, ruby. Go home;
don't bother about romance outside of
books. There it is safe. The English
are right. They may be snobs when
they travel abroad, but they travel securely.
Romance, adventure! Bah! So
much twaddle has been written about
the east that cads and scoundrels are
mistaken for Galahads and D'Artagnans.
Few men remain in this country
who can with honor leave it. Who
knows what manner of man I am?"
He picked up the parrot cage and
strode away.
"Jah, Jah!" began the bird.
Not all the diplomacy which
worldly-wise men have at their disposal
could have drawn this girl's interest
more surely than the abrupt
rude manner of his departure.
(To be Continued.)
LIVING AND LETTING LIVE
Impotcible to Live Only For and By
Ourselvee.
At times it seems that life consists
of relative importances and important
relatives; and many who are wise
about saying "yes" and "no" in the
impersonal matters cannot be so sure
when It comes to the personal complications.
It is easier to decide that you
will buy a spring hat or go on a Journey
or build a house or make a speech
or write a book or cast up tangled accounts
than it is to decide that you
will obey your uncle or placate your
second cousin or deceive your husband
or defy your grandmother. This is the
world and we must live In it. We cannot
climb up in a tree and pull the
rope ladder after us; one cannot dwell
in a hole in the ground with a stone
over the mouth of it. We may wish
we could hibernate, with the quilh: all
pointing outward against the hand of
a rash intruder, apd our ears closed
against his voice, but we cannot We
can insulate wires but not nerves. As
long as we live we are subject to importunate
demands, commands, advice,
pity, rebuke, counsel, gossip, invasion
and interruption. Our dream
is to lead our own lives, and we are
not allowed. What "they" might
think, what "they" wish us to do,
what "they" believe is proper, what
"they" have mapped and determined?
these are to be the finger-posts of our
Journey. Where is our liberty, and
where the punishment for the crimes
that are committed against it? Has
the immortal soul upon its earthly
pilgrimage no tights that others are
bound to respect? Are we not grown,
and do we not know our minds and
accept the full responsibility of our
own acts?
"Faithful are the wounds ol! a
friend." We should grieve if none
minded what way we took. We are
hv the solicitude of those who
really care, and make our best and
lasting interest their concern. But it
is another matter in the case of those
who serve some selfish end that i9 all
their own, or are bent upon maintaining
a sterile academic convention that
is only the cut-and-dried husk of dead
things and not the living soul of an
eternal verity.
The spirit of a man must be given
room to grow, and when it has been
taught and nurtured till it has attained
its self-control and its "divine majority,"
it must be released to its own
choices, its own responsibilities and its
own doom. There is time and it is
right to encourage in any way we can,
one whose life struggles upward to the
light; but when we think of breaking
down the barrier that hedges the
privacy of another life, we should long
and seriously ponder it beforehand?
for this is holy ground wherein the
angels fear to tread.
Who are we that we should venture
even the effort to alter another's
course, not knowing all that went before,
nor understanding the environment,
nor having facts in mine or
proofs in hand, and perhaps not even
having love in our hearts? What
have we done or been tnat qus.unes
ourselves to sit In judgment? Have
we made such glowing and complete
sucoesses of our own lives that we
can Infallibly tell others what tc do?
If we behold others near the curving
brink of a moral character of precipitate
danger, should we do wrong if
we did not rush to the bank and
fling a shout and a rope to avert the
peril? But In life there Is much Impertinent
Intrusion to rescue the perishing
where there Is no grave danger,
and the rescuer knowB it, and he intervenes
not from love or care but
from the "Insatiable curiosity" that
grows by what It feeds on and never
stays at home or keeps offlce hours to
mind its own business.
We have enough to do to live, without
keeping others from the freest
and fullest use of nil powers that
God gave them. They ought to concede
to us the same right to lead uninvaded
lives that we grant them.
"The soul selects her own society," as
Emily Dickenson says. Hamlet found
those of his own household "a little
more than kin and less than kind."
Genealogy has little or nothing to do
with congeniality. We must have the
privilege of putting out our hands In
what direction we choose to take the
riches of friendship; we cannot have
that precious possession imposed by
the will of another. A mother rightly
dictates or controls the choice of her
children's associates, but once come
to full-fledged maturity the selection
for better or for worse must be our
own.
What shall be said of the "assassins
of character," who. where they neither
know nor care to know, circulate false
witness and create anguish thereby?
11 Ultty ?rn uc uui i'ia)ri inai
shall never be numbered among them,
seeing the wicked mischief that they
do.?Philadelphia Ledger.
Hard on the Preacher.?A mother
sent her little daughter down to open
the door and entertain the minister,
Mr. Black, while she finished dressing.
When she appeared the little kitten
ran in ahe..d of her, and the tiny maiden
jumped u d and down and screamed
to the top of her voice: "O Kitty, Kitty,
go out, quick "
The mother was horrified, anc. said:
"Daughter, what makes you act so?"
"Well, mother, Dad said last night
'that Mr. Black's sermons were enough
to make a cat sick,' and I don't: want
mine sick."
FOOTSTEPS OF THE FATHERS
As Traced la Early Files ol The
Torkrllle Enquirer
NEWS AND VIEWS OF YESTERDAY
Bringing Up Records of the Past and
Giving the Younger Readers 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.
1913. The notes are being 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 or tne
older people and for the entertainment
and instruction of the present generation.
FORTY-SEVENTH INSTALLMENT
Secession Flags.
Thursday, November 29, 1860.?A
large Palmetto Hag may now be seen
floating over Congress street between
the buildings of Messrs. Adickes and
Springs Moore. One wing of the flag
represents the seashore at Charleston,
with Fort Johnson in view and the
harbor with the colors of France, England
and Colonial South Carolina floating?indicative
of free trade and the
resumption of state sovereignty?a
cotton bag with an anchor resting
against it, a cannon ball, etc., and
over It in huge letters the sentiment?
"The Rubkon is passed." The other
wing displays the blue heights of
King's Mountain and the Blue Ridge in
the distance; over which is the motto,
"York will remember her ancestry." In
the centre is a large Palmetto tree.
I The Idea of the flag is "The State, the
whole State, and nothing but the
State." Messrs. Hare and Schorb were
the designers and painters. It is very
creditable .to their taste and skill.
Two flags are now floating from the
"sheer-mast" of the new Presbyterian
church, in process of building. One is
a small, but very beautifully designed
standard, executed by Master George
Schorb: the ground of scarlet, is powdered
with fifteen stars, one of which
is very large and made of gold leaf,
representing South Carolina; two or
three others are of gold leaf, but much
smaller; the rest are painted on the
colors. The other flag is a deep-red
ground, displaying a large "Lone Star."
Public Meeting.
At a meeting of the citizens of Bethshiloh,
held on the 26th instant, to
nominate suitable persons to represent
Tork district in the approaching state
convention, P. McCallum, Esq., was
called to the chair, and W. J. Bowen,
Esq., was requested to act as secretwy.
The chairman stated the object
q? the mee ing; after which on motion
of Wm. M. McElwee, the following
gentlemen were voted for and unanimously
sustained as the nominees of
Bethshiloh, towit:?Col. Wm. B. Wilson,
Dr. R. T. Allison, Samuel Rainey,
Sr., Maj. A. B. Springs and Dr. A. I.
Barron.
B. C. Pressley, Esq., offered the following
preamble and resolution which
were adopted:
Whereas, By a fanatical party in the
northern section of the United States,
the rights guaranteed by the Constitution
to the southern states have been
disregarded; and whereas the south
has been harassed and driven to the
issue of "the Union without slavery or
disunion with slavery;" and whereas
we believe it is the right of the people
of this sovereign state to determine
for themselves "the mode and measure
of redress:" Therefore,
Resolved, That we hereby approve
of the call made by the legislature of
South Carolina for a convention of the
people.
It was moved that the proceedings
of this meeting be published In The
Yorkville Enquirer.
P. McCallum, Chairman.
W. J. Bowen, Secretary.
Meeting at Fort Mills.
Messrs. Editors:?Public notice having
been given a large and respectable
meeting of the citizens of this portion
of York district was held at Fort Mills,
on Saturday, 24th instant, for the purpose
of expressing the deep interest
they feel in reference to the contemplated
change of their political condition.
In the absence of the appointed
speakers for the occasion?who were
prevented from attending, u is presumed,
by the Inclemency of the
weather?the meeting was ably and
effectively addressed by Butler P. Alston,
Er.q., Col. A. B. Springs, Capt.
Robert H. Fullwood, J. Oadsden Alston,
Esq., and Capt. John M. White.
The most pleasing Incident of the
occasion was the appearance among
us of a citizen of "old Mecklenburg" In
the person of J. Harvey White, Esq.,
who not unmindful of the spirit of the
20th of May, 76, nor yet forgetful of
the spot of his nativity, yielding to the
oft-repeated calls from the crowd,
stepped forward, and with great effect
addressed his former friends and
fellow citizens, In a most ferved and
eloquent strain.
The deep feeling and enthusiasm
which was manifested throughout the
whole meeting, render It an occasion
long to be remembered. Every bosom
swelled with Indignation, upon the recital
of the wrongs and injuries which
* ? * !??.*> timp Inflicted
(naa Deen irum umv
upon us, and the cry of resistance was
borne aloft upon the tide of true patriotic
feeling by old and young, and
the fair daughters of our little village
seemed to have caught the inspiration,
and manifested their patriotic devotion
by waving incessantly, beautiful banners
from the portico of a neighboring
dwelling.
At the close of the speaking, the
following resolutions were offered by
Col. A. B. Springs, and adopted unanimously:
Resolved, That we do hereby heartily
approve and endorse the late action
of our state legislature in calling a
convention of her people; and we
pledge ourselves to support such further
action as the people of this state
may deem proper to adopt, in defense
of her present position, or any other
they may assume.
Resolved, That it is the settled conviction
of this meeting that there is no
remedy for southern wrongs, nor hope
for safety in the future, save in the
government of the south by the south.
Resolved, That it is the opinion of
this meeting that to effect this object
this state, as well as every other
southern state, should act for itself,
through the exercise of its own sovereign
power, and immediately sever its
connection with the present existing
government.
A call was then made for the organization
of volunteer corps. Upon motion,
Col. A. Baxter Springs was called
to the chair, and B. P. Alston appointed
secretary.
A noble spirit of patriotism was
like-wise here evinced?fifty-seven
name? being promptly enrolled; and as
evidence of the hearty good will with
which they have given themselves tc
the cause, the following resolution was
unanimously adopted:
Resolved: That we hereby tender
our services to the governor of South
Carolina, promptly to rendered, on
the invasion of her soil, or any attempt
made to coerce her.
The following persons constitute the
list of officers of the company: John
M. White, captain; F. B. Moore, 1st
lieutenant; Samuel E. White, 2d lieutenant,
and Thomas B. Withers, 2d
lieutenant.
On motion, it was resolved to give
the company the name "of the "Alston
Riflemen," in honor of Gen. John A.
Alston, deceased, whose memory is
cherished by our citizens for his high,
noble and patriotic Impulses, and his
known civil and military qualities.
On motion, the meeting adjourned.
(To be Continued.)
LONG COURT FEUD ENDS
"Winner" la Heavy Loser in Litigation
That Lasted for Years.
The nnnnellv.McArrilA frnd. a rase
that has claimed the attention of New
York courts for the past 23 years is
ended. Twenty-three years and one
month after Michael Donnelly, an iron
dealer of New York city, filed action
against Patrick McArdle, his brotherin-law
of Albany, the court of appeals
sitting in Albany, ruled that Donnelly
is entitled to part of his claim and
awarded him $48,000. An attempted
murder in a court room, pistols drawn
on the streets of Albany, the expenditure
of vast sums of money and the
array of eminent counsel in the fight
are several features that have made
the case stand out prominently in the
history of New York jurisprudence.
During the period of litgation ten
trials were conducted extending over
a period of 100 days. Ninety-five lawyers
were engaged before 45 judges in
examining 249 witnesses. Seventeen
justices, 13 lawyers and 72 witnesses
have died during the litigation. In
which Mr. Donnelly spent $188,000 for
m J -?* lO a AAA * win
counsel s lees anu iugi tio?,v?v W nui
a verdict of 148,000. Mr. McArdle spent
$200,000 in counsel's fees and lost. The
estimated cost of New York Is $100,000.
Now Donnelly threatens to sue
several persons who, he alleges have
wronged him In causing the small
award stipulated In the verdict.
Mr. Donnelly and Mr. McArdle married
siste but the women never entered
Into the feud. It is said that once
Mrs. McArdle told Mr. Donnelly that
her husband was losing confidence in
him as a partner in an extensive iron
business. Donnelly agreed to sign a
bill of sale to guarantee his good faith,
the bill to be null and void if the company
known as M. Donnelly & Co., was
found to be solvent. As a further evidence
of good faith he did not read the
agreement presented by McArdle.
On this bill of sale and the effort of
McArdle to take forcible possession of
Donnelly's property in New York city
the litigation hinged. It was fought
back and forth through a maze of legal
complications and in many New
York courts until a final decision in
Albany.
In a trial before Justice Henry Blschoff,
Jr., in 1894, Donnelly is alleged
to have attempted to kill McArdle after
an adverse decision had been rendered.
In the battle many shots were
fired but no one was injurea.
Later Donnelly and McArdle met
on the streets of Albany and both
drew pistols. Friends prevented a duel
and further complications of the long
standing litigation.
Agricultural Extension.?After being
shifted about on the troublesome
legislative breakers for many months,
the house and senate agricultural extension
bill finally passed the conferees
this evening and now awaits
the signature of the president to become
law.
The bill carries to the farm the approved
practices and methods of the
agricultural colleges, experiment stations,
the department of agriculture
and the best farmers and demonstrates
their value under immediate environment
of the farm Itself, thus providing
the means by which the organi"oS
nfrrimitnral institutions of the
country may be made to serve all the
people as should be the case, rather
than a limited and privileged few.
This bill would, at the beginning,
grant something like $500,000, $10,000
going to each state complying
with the requirements of the bill, the
total being Increased by $300,000 yearly
for nine years, with a permanent
annual appropriation of $3,000,000
thereafter. The funds are to be expended
In co-operation by the government
and the various state agricultural
colleges.
This is probably the most important
step which the national government
has taken In a decade in the interest
of the farmers and it is due to the
long and continuous fight which Congressman
Lever has made that it is
now to become a law.?Washington
special of May 2, to the Columbia
State.
? Vera Cruz, May 5: The first
American flag raised in Vera Cruz
as the Aemrican marines landed on
April 21, was the battle flag of the
Maine, which was sunk in Havana
harbor by a Spanish mine. As the
first boat load of marines scrambled
on the Sanitary wharf, Julie Olivio,
a Greek-American, aged 60, poked the
banner of the Maine through a hole
he had chopped in the front wall of
his house, 2 Landero Y Cos street.
TTnitaH Qtotoa marinPfl SAW
Hag break to the breeze and cheered
as they were forming on the pier.
They saluted as they marched past
the national emblem on their way
from the pier. Olivio said: "I was
a bumboat man in Havana harbor
and was on board the Maine talking
to Captain Slgsbee when the explosion
happened. I handled the laundry
for the American warship. As
soon as the explosion took place, I
Jumped over the side and into my
boat. I started to row and as I went
under the stern of the Maine, the
flag broke and the banner fell in my
boat." Olivio has letters which were
written in Havana at the time of the
accident of the Maine by naval officers.
PATRIOTISM OF THE SOUTH
Splendid Memorial Address by Rev.
Henry Stokes.
MEN AND WOMEN DIDTHE1B FULLDUTY
Soldiers Gave Credit to ths Generals,
and Generals Gave Credit to Their
Soldiers?the Whole Southern People
Proved by Their Heroic Courage
and Sacrifice their Loyalty to
Their Conviction of Rights.
Following is the full text of the address
delivered by Rev. Henry Stokes,
pastor of Trinity Methodist Episcopal
church, at the Memorial exercises in
the Presbyterian church of Torklast
Sunday afternoon:
Mr. Chairman, Members of the Winnie
Davis Chapter of the United
Daughters of the Confederacy. Ladies !
and Gentlemen:
Permit me to express my appreciation
of the honor conferred upon me by
your kind invitation to address you on
this occasion. I shall always regard it
as one of the greatest privileges of my
life.
A great soldier of his country and
soldier of the Cross has said: "Next
to God is country, and next to religion
is patriotism."
The Bible has illustrious examples of
patriotism. When the Jews were in
exile they gave expression to the love
of their country in these beautiful
words: "By the rivers of Babylon,
there we sat down, yea, we wept, when
we remembered Zlon. If I forget thee,
O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget
her cunning. If I do not remember
thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof
of my mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem
above my chief Joy." The Master him
sen, wnue woria-wiae in nis sympathy
and sacrifice, seemed to love with (
an indescribable passion the chief city ^
of his own people. Looking upon it He
said: "O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, which ,
klllest the prophets and stonest them (
that are sent unto thee; how often
would I have gathered thy children together,
as a hen doth gather her brood (
under her wings, and ye would not." ^
So 1 feel no hesitancy on the Lord's
day to speak of the faithful southern
soldier and the southern citiren who
whether in war or peace deserves the (
well-done of his fellowmen.
It In nnf the nnmnse nf these memo
rial services to keep up hostilities; nor
to expose the battle-scars of our re- 1
united country; nor merely to honor
our heroic dead and pay a tribute to 1
the noble few of the "thin gray line" 1
still with us, but In meeting today we
realize we owe a duty to the past. ,
present and the future. We look back- '
ward with due deference to our noble 1
dead and their surviving comrades
and forward to the welfare of the
present and future generations. For if ,
the sons are to prove themselves worthy
of such sires, we must not allow
their daring deeds and npble sacrifices
to fade from the memory of mankind.
I do not propose now to enter upon
a line of argument to prove that our
fathers were within their moral and
legal rights in the position they took,
but suffice to say that they were, is
the verdict of many of the most brilliant
constitutional lawyers of our
common country.
The spirit of the southern soldier
was manifested in the magnanimity of
his character. When the generals
spoke of their trials and triumphs they
seemed to give ail me giory to me
privates, and I have never heard a
veteran of the ranks that did not glorify
Lee and Jackson, rather than himself.
So what we say of these great commanders
is equally deserved by the
humblest private who was faithful to
his trust, for whether he wore the regalia
of an officer or the plain Confederate
gray, each soldier made a complete
sacrifice and we, their sons and
daughters, place today afresh the seal
of our approval upon their offering.
Taking then General Thomas J.
Jackson ?"Stonewall"? and General
Robert E. Lee as types of the southern
soldier, let us notice the motive and
the spirit of the men who wore the
gray. The motive that actuated Lee
and Jackson and the boys that followed
them was that of a high sense of
duty. Neither of these great commanders
wanted to disrupt the Union:
neither advocated Secession. But both
were strong advocates of States'
Rights and believed that every citizen
owed a duty to his state that took precedence
over any allegiance he owed
to the Union. The ruling principle in
the life of each of these patriots had
been from boyhood a sacred deference
to a sense of moral right and personal
duty. When Jackson was a cadet at
West Point, he drew up certain rules
by which to govern his conduct. One
of these was "Through life let your
principal object be the discharge of
duty." When the civil war was pending
this maxim of early manhood helped
him t > decide under which flag he
would flght.
Up to the formation of the Confederacy,
Feb. 9, 1861, Major Jackson,
then a teacher in the Virginia Military
academy, was strongly for the Union.
"He never was a Secessionist and
maintained that it was better for the
south to flght for her rights in the
Union than outside of it." Before Virginia
seceded, the legislature of that
state suggested a "Peace Congress" In
Washington. Twenty-three states sent
delegates. But their efforts were futile.
When Lincoln called for seventy-five
thousand volunteers to invade the
south, and Virginia followed her sister
southern states in Secession, that set- ?
tied the question for Jackson. He was 1
ready then to shoulder arms in the 1
spirit of his advice to the cadets some s
months before, when he said: "Young <
gentlemen, draw the sword as the last ]
resort, but when you draw it, throw s
the scabbard away."
But Jackson was pre-eminently a J
Christian soldier. No man ever sought ,
daily divine guidance or believed more <
thoroughly in the Providence of God 1
than "Stonewall" Jackson. Beneath the
soldier's armor, there was a true and j
tender heart. His strict discipline of i
himself and others made him appear 1
stern, but he was not without sentl- j
ment. If you would know the man as i
he was, read the "Life and Letters of I
'Stonewall' Jackson," by Mrs. Jackson !
his wife, ,
Time forbids my speaking more In I
detail of this Christian soldier, so I 1
must content myself by saying that
from the time Jackson enlisted, till
May 3rd, 1863, when he received his
mortal wounds by mistake of his own
men, he never faJtered. On the following
Sunday afternoon?fifty-one years
ago today, near the hour we are now
in memorial session, this Christian soldier,
weary and wounded, said: "Let
us pass over the river and rest under
the shade of the trees." Then, as we
believe, went home to be forever with
the Lord.
General Robert E. Lee.
What ahall I say of the south's great
chieftain, foremost citizen In war and
peace, Robert E. Lee!
Apart from life itself, it cost Lee
more to cast his lot with the south
than any man that fought under the
Confederate flag. From the day he
graduated with honors at West Point
till the day of his great decision, be
enjoyed almost every position of remuneration
and honor the United
States government could give him ex
cept commander in chief, and General
Winfleld Scott offered him that But
instead of grasping this highest of
military prizes, and allying himself
with what he knew was the stronger
side in men and resources, he handed
his resignation to General Scott with
this characteristic utterance: "It?the
resignation?would have been presented
at once; but for the struggle it
has cost me to separate myself from
a. service to which I have given all the
best years of my life and all the ability
I possessed. Save in defense of my native
state, I never again desire to draw
my sword." To him duty was the subllmest
word in the English language.
Actuated by the high and holy motives
of moral right and personal duty,
he went with the south into one of the
most unequal contests of arms as regards
men and resources, and yet with
his little army of half clad and less
than half fed men, he fought some of
the world's greatest battles, won some
-k t tha n/nrM'a orpfltpat vintGHM APt1
beat back final defeat through four
long and bloody years.
In the language of another we a&y:
'When the future historian shall come
to survey the character of Lee, he will
.nd It rising like a huge mountain
ibove the undulating plain of humanity,
and he must life his eyes toward
heaven to catch Its summit He possessed
every virtue of other great commanders
without their vices. He was
i. foe without hate, a friend without
treachery, a soldier without cruelty, a
victor without oppression, a victim
without murmuring. He was a public
officer without vices, a private citizen
without wrong, a neighbor without reproach,
a Christian without hypocrisy
and a man without guile.
"He was Caesar without his ambition,
Frederick without his tyranny,
Napoleon without his selfishness
and Washington without his reward.
He was obedient to authority as a servant,
and royal in authority as a true
king. He was gentle as a woman in
life, modest and pure as a virgin In
thought, watchful as a Roman vestal
in duty, submissive to law as Socrates
and as grand In battle as Achillea"
But back of the Confederate soldier
a a V? I a Inantro frt/vn tn H r? H a r A ATlfl HIa.
stood the southern woman. As valuable
as she was as an inspiration to
heroic endeavor on the field of battle,
let none conclude that she was all sentiment.
The story of the hardships she
endured and the actual service she
prformed can never be fully and fitly
told. She was incessant in her labors.
As has been truly said: "The morning
dawn lighted her to her tasks snd the
the midnight lamp witnessed their
close." The south had not sufficient
money to furnish proper nourishment
and nursing for the sick and wounded
that filled the hospitals, and so the
southern woman became an angel of
mercy to the wounded and dying. For
the most part she was the silent sufferer
and unheralded heroine of the
Confederacy. Her name has not filled
the pages of history like Clara Barton
or Florence Nightingale, but in the
hearts of southern men she is an uncrowned
queen. Like the soldiers of
the "thin gray line" she is rapidly
passing away. The last will soon be
gone, but she is well represented In the
type of womanhood that constitutes
the United Daughters of the Confederacy.
1 cannot commend the daughters
too highly for the services they have
rendered their country. By their system
of scholarships they have fostered
the cause of education, and by their
patient toll and self-sacrificing service
they have erected in almost every
county of the south-land, a monument
auch as stands like a sentinel at the
entrance of our own beautiful Rose
Hill cemetery. And the combined efforts
of the daughters will soon show
the world a beautiful and fitting expression
of their zeal, enthusiasm and
patriotism in the unveiling of the Arlington
monument.
When Qen. Lee surrendered the
<\rmy of Northern Virginia. April 9,
1866, and he and his foot-sore soldiers
returned to the places of their once
ceautiful homes and fertile fields,
probably human eyes never fell upon
- - *" ? *1 1 -4
i sight so appaiung, anu me nmiu ui
nan never undertook a task so seemngly
impossible of accomplishment.
It has been said the southern soldier
returned to his home "ragged, half
itarved, heavy-hearted, enfeebled by
want and wounds, but he did not sit
town in sulliness and despair. As ruin
never before was so overwhelming,
never was restoration swifter. The soljler
stepped from the trenches of battle
into the furrows of the field; the
tiorses that charged Federal guns
marched before the ploy, and the fields
that ran red with blood In April, were
jreen with harvest in June."
Thus began the rebuilding of the
touth and the nation. National pros>erity
has increased with the years, but
we must confess that for a long time,
lectional strife between the north and
the south was apparent. Mr. Rudyard
Kipling, in one of his books tells a
Jtnrv entitled the "The Ship that
Found Herself." It narrates the story
jf a ship newly launched, starting out
an' her trial trip. At first every part
pf the ship was finding fault with every
other part. Every girder, beam
and brace, every rod, piston and rivet,
was complaining against all the rest.
But by and by the heavy winds began
to blow, the great green billows
rolled clear over the deck, and then.
In the emergency, somehow, all the
parts of the vessel began to draw together.
All those discordant voices
melted Into one great voice, which was
the soul of the ship, and that voice
ipoke out iii oni; triumphant cry, as
the splendid craft realized that she
was not a thousand discordant pieces,
tmt one swift, beautiful, indestructible
vessel.
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