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ISSUED SEMI'WBBHL^ _ =_=^__ l. M grist's sons, Pubiuherj. j % ^atnitg Jlea'Sjiaprr: Jfor the {promotion of the political, Social, agricultural anil tfommcrrial interests of th^ jpeopl^. | ,,8,^^^,t**!ll!U'cnnn!l"CE > ESTABLISHED 1855. YORKVILLE, S. C., TUESDAY, JUNE it3, 1914, ~ KO. 5Q. PARROr By HAROLD ? Copyright 1913. The Bobbs-Mer CHAPTER XV. I A Bit of a Lark. Mallow gave Craig one of his fa* vorite cigars. The gambler turned it over and inspected the carnelian label, reulizing that this was expected of him. Mallow smiled complacently. They might smoke as good as that at the government-house, but he rather doubted it. Trust a Britisher to know a good pipe-charge; but his selection 0k of cigars was seldom to be depended upon. "Don't see many of these out here," was Craig's comment, ana ne iuckcu away the cigar in a vest pocket. "They cost me forty-three cents * apiece, without duty." The vulgarian's pleasure lies not in the article itself so much as in the price paid for it. On the plantation Mallow smoked Burma cheroots because he really preferred them. There, he drank rye whisky, consorted with his employes. 4 gambled with them and was not above cheating when he had them drunk enough. Away from home, however, he was the man of money; he bought vintage wines when he could, wore j silks, jingled the sovereigns whenev^ er he thought some one migth listen. bullied the servants, all with the childish belief that he was following the footsteps of aristocracy, hoodwinking no one, not even his kind. "I'm worth a quarter of a million," he went on. "Luck and plugging did it. One of these fine days I'm going to sell out and lane a wimcn ?i mai gay Paris. There's the place to spend your pile. You can't get your money's worth any place else." 9 Paris. Craig's thoughts flew back to the prosperous days when he was plying his trade between New York and Cherbourg, on the Atlantic liners, the annual fortnight in Paris and the (Jrand-Prix. He had had his dia monds, then, and his wallet of yellowbacks; and when he had called for vintage wines and choice Havanas it had been for genuine love of them. In his heart he despised Mallow. He knew himself to be a rogue, but Mallow without money would have been ^ a bold predatory scoundrel. Craig P knew also that he himself was at soul too cowardly to be more than despicably bad. He envied Mallow's absolute fearlessness, his frank brutaJ ity, his strengtn upon wnit-n uissipa# tion had as yet left no mark; and Mallow was easily forty-five. Paris. He might never see that city again. He had just enough to carry him to Hongkong and keep him on his feet until the races. He sent a bitter glance toward the sea where the moonlight gave an ashen hue to the ^ forest of rigging. The beauty of the scene did not enter his eye. His mind was recalling the luxurious smokerooms. "When you go to Paris. I'd like to go along." W "You've never let on why they sent you hiking out here," Mallow suggested. "One of my habits is keeping my mouth shut." "Regarding your own affairs, yes. Rut you're willing enough to talk when it comes to giving away the oirier tnap. "You fun play that hand as well as % I can." Craig scowled toward the dining room doors. "Ha! There they come." said Mallow. as a group of men and women issued out into the cafe-veranda. "By gad! she is a beauty, and no mistake. * And will you look at our friend, the colonel, toddling behind her?" "You're welcome." "You're a fine lady-killer." Mallow tore the band from a fresh cigar and struck a match. "I know when I've got enough. If you could get a good look at her when she's angry, you'd change your tune." Mallow sighed audibly. "Most wo men are tame, and that's why I've fought shy of the yoke. Yonder's the sort for me. The man who marries her will have his work cut out. It'll take a year or two to find out who's ^ boss; and if she wins, lord help the man!" Craig eyed the group which was now seated. Two Chinamen were serving coffee and cordials. Mallow was right: beautiful was the word. A vague regret came to him, as it comes to all men outside the pale, that such a woman could never l>e his. He poured out himself a stiff peg and drank it with very little soda. Craig alf ways fled, as it were, from introspection. "Haven't seen the crow anywhere, have you?" "No. nor want to. Leave him alone." "Afraid of him, eh?" "I'm truthful enough to say that I'm damned afraid of him. Don't mistake me. I'd like to see him flat, beaten, down and out for good. I'd like to see him lose that windfall, every cent of it. Hut I don't want to get in his way just now." "Rot. Don't worry: no beachcomber like that can stand up long in front of me. He threatened on board I hat he was going to collect that fifty pounds. He hasn't been very spry about it." "I should like to be with you when you meet." Mallow grinned. "Not above seeing a pal get walloped, eh? Well, you get a ring-side ticket. It'll be worth it." "I don't want to see you get licked," denied Craig irritably. "All I _ ask is that you shelve some of your cock-sureness. I'm not so dead-broke that I must swallow all of it. I've warned you that he is a strong man. He used to be one of the best college athletes in America." % "College!" exploded Mallow. "What the devil does a college athlete know about a dock fight?" "Kver see a game of football?" "No." "Well, take it from me that it's the roughest game going. It's a game r & co. MACGRATH rill Company. | where you put your boot in a man's face when he's not looking. Mallow, they kill each other in that game. And Ellison was one of the best, Often years ago. He used to wade through a ton of solid, scrapping, plunging flesh. And nine times out of ten he used to get through. I want you to beat him up, and it's because I do that I'm warning you not to underestimate him. On shipboard he handled me as you would a bag of salt: damn him! He's a surprise to me. He looks as if he had lived clean out here. There's no booze-sign hanging out on him, like there is on you and me." "Booze never hurt me any." "You're galvanized inside." said Craig, staring again at Elsa. He wished he knew how to hurt her, too. But he might as well throw stones at the stars. "How would you like to put one over on this chap Ellison?" "In what way?" Mallow smoked for a moment, then touched his breast pocket significantly. "Not for mine," returned Craig. "Cards are my long suit. I'm no second-story man, not yet." "I know. But suppose you could get it without risk?" "In the first place, the bulk of his cash is tied up in letters of credit." "Ah, you know that?" "What good would it do to pinch those? In Europe there would be some chance, but not here where boats are two weeks apart. A cable to Rangoon would shut off all drawing. He could have others made out. In cash he may have a few hundreds." "All gamblers are more or less yellow." sneered Mallow. "The streak in you is pretty wide. I tell you, you needn't risk your skin. You are game to put one over that will cost him a lot of worry and trouble?" "So long as I can stand outside the ropes and look on." "He has a thousand pounds in his belt. No matter how I found out. How'd you like to put your hands on it if you were sure it would not burn WAIIH flnporc^" JVUI "I'd like too all right. But it's got to be mighty certain. And the belt must be handed to me by some one else. I've half a wonder if you're not aiming to get rid of me," with an evil glance at his tempter. "If I wanted to get rid of you. this'd be the way," said Mallow, opening and shutting his powerful hands. "I'm just hungering for a bit of a lark. Come on. A thousand pounds for taking a little rickshaw ride. Ever hear of Wong's? Opium, pearls, oils and shark-fins?" "No." "Not many do. I know Singapore like the lines on my hands. Wong is me snrewaesi, mosi imMcss v,nuiammi this side of Canton and Macao. Pipes, pearls and shark-fins. Did you knowthat the bay out there is so full of sharks that they have to stand on their tails for lack of space? Bis money. Wong's the man to go to. Want a schooner rigged out for illicit shell-hunting? Want a man shanghaied? Want him written down missing? Go to Wong." "See here, Mallow; I don't mind being beaten up; but what you say doesn't sound good." "You fool, I don't want him out of the way. Why should I? But there's that thousand for you and worry for him. All aboard!" "You don't love Parrot & Co. any more than I do." "No. I'd sleep better o' nights if I knew he was broken for keeps. Too much red tape to put the United States after him. How'd you rig him?" "Faro and roulette. They never tumble. I didn't have anything against him until he ran into me at Rangoon. But he's stepped in too many times since. Is this straight?" "About lifting his belt? Easy as falling off a log. Leave it to me. His room is on the first gallery, facing the southwest. You can chalk it up as revenge. I'll take it on as a bit of good sport. Wong will fix us out. Now look alive. It's after nine, and I'd like a little fun first." The two left the cafe-veranda and engaged a pair of rickshaws. As they jogged down the road. Warrington stepped out from behind the palms and moodily watched them until the night swallowed them up. He had not overheard their interesting conversation, nor had he known they were about until they came down tl e steps together. He ached to follow them. He was in a fine mood for blows. That there were two of them did not trouble him. Of one thing he was assured: somewhere in the dim past an ancestor of his had died in a Bersek rage. He had been watching Elsa. It dis turbed but did not mystify him to see her talking to the colonel. Tablechance had brought them together, and perhaps to a better understanding. How pale she was! From time to time he caught the Hash of her eyes as she turned to this or that guest. Once she smiled, but the smile did not lighten up her face. He was very wretched and miserable. She had taken him at his word, and he should have been glad. He had seen her but once again on board, but she had looked away. It was better so. Yet, it was as if fate had reached down into his heart and snapped the strings which made life tuneful. And tomorrow! What would toinorow bring? Would they refuse? Would they demand the full penalty. Fight thousand with interest was a small sum to such a corporation. He had often wondered if they had searched for him. Ten years. In the midst of these cogitions he saw the group at the table rise and break up. Klsa entered the hotel. Warrington turned away and walked aimlessly toward town. For hours he wandered about, seeing nothing, hearing nothing; and it was long past midnight when he sought his room, restless and weary but wide awake. He called for a stiff peg. drank it. and tumbled into bed. He was whirled away into broken dreams. Now he was running down the gridiron, with the old thrill in his blood. With that sudden inconceivable twist of dreams, he saw the black pit of the tramp-steamer and felt the hell-heat In his face. Again, he was in the Andes, toiling with his girders over unspeakable chasms. A shifting glance at the old billiard-room in the club, the letter, and his subsequent wild night of intoxication, the one time in his life when he had drunk hard and long. Back to the Indian desert and jungles. And he heard the shriek of parrots. The shriek of parrots. He sat up. Even in his dream he recognized that cry. Night or day, Rajah always shrieked when some one entered the room. Warrington silently slid out of bed and dashed to the door which led to the gallery. A body thudded against his. The body was nude to the waist and smelled evilly of sweat and flsh-oil. Something whip-like struck him across the face. It was a queue. Warrington struck out, but missed: Instantly a pair of powerful arms wound about him, bearing and bending him backward. His right arm lay parallel with the invader's chest. He brought up the heel of his palm viciously against the Chinaman's chin. It was sufficient to break the hold. Then followed a struggle that always remained nightmarish to Warrington. Hither and thither across the room, miraculously avoiding chairs, tables and bed, they surged. He heard a ring of steel upon the cement floor, and breathed easier to learn that the thief had dropped his knife. Warrington never thought to call out for help. The old fear of bringing people about him had become habit. Once, in the whirl of things, his hand came into contact with a belt which hung about the other's middle. He caught at it and heaved. It broke, and the subsequent tinklinig over the floor advised him of the fact that it was his own gold. The broken belt, however, brought the fight to an abrupt end. The oily body suddenly slipped away. Warrington beheld a shadow in the doorway; it loomed there a second against the sky-line, and vanished. He ran to the gallery railing, but it was too dark below to discern anything. He returned to his room, breathing hard, the obnoxious odor of sweat and fish-oil in his nose. He turned on the lights and without waiting to investigate. went into the shower-room and stood under the tepid deluge. Even after a thorough rub-down the taint was in the air. The bird was muttering and turning somersaults. "Thanks, Rajah, old sport! He'd have got me hut for you. Liet's see the damage." He picked up the belt. The paper money was intact, and what gold had fallen he could easily find. He then took up his vest?and dropped it, ~ ~ r oxa/IU V? o 1 f niuuuru. lilt- iriiri ui ticuii iui iiau his fortune was gone. He sank back upon the bed and stared miserably at the fallen garment. Gone' Fifty thousand dollars. Some one knew! Presently he stood up and tugged at his beard. After all, why should he worry? A cable to Rangoon would stop payments. A new letter could be issued. It would take time, but he had plenty of that. Idly he reached for the broken cigar that lay at the foot of the bed. He would have tossed it aside as one of his own had not the carnelian oanu attracted nis attention. Me hadn't smoked that quality of cigar in years. He turned it over and over, and it grew more and more familiar. Mallow's! (To be Continued). THE CORONATION STONE Historic Reasons for Veneration of the Relic. The partial success of the suffragette attempt to blow up England's ancient coronation chair in the solemn precincts of Westminster Abbey has been followed by an outbreak of public indignation similar 1.1 its intensity to that which would follow an effort to destroy our own Liberty Bell with an explosive. Not even the crown jewels in the Tower are so intimately involved with the story of English sovereignty and the tradition of the divine right of kings since David of Israel. The aged chair of oak contains the Stone of Scone which Edward I. who died in 1307, brought from Scotland in 1297, in token of the subjugation of that country. This stone was the emblem of power of the native rulers of Scotland. Legend has it that it was used by the patriarch Jacob for a pillow; it is more than possible that it is the stone on which the dying head of the sainted Columba rested in the Abbey of lona. It is a piece of sandstone similar to the characteristic formation of the west coast of Scotland. From the time of Edward I, every English monarch has been crowned in this chair. The state sword and shield of Edward III (who died in 1377) remain beside it. On Coronation Day the chair is covered with gold brocade and placed in the choir. From the account of Adam, the king's goldsmith, in 1300, it appears that the chair originally was to have been cast in bronze; royal thrift changed the plan, and the woodwork cost 100 shillings. Master Walker, the king's painter, made it instead. Early in the nineteenth century the "old crockets and turrets at the back were sawn off," and the design of the back has been so often varnished that only a part of the sovereign's llgure remains, the lion on which his feet rest < <1 having disappeared. Tlip lions under the chair itself are modern and wa re regilded for the coronation of Kdward VII. On the panels of the arms are designs of vines and of birds amid foliage. The only occasion on which onp not of royal birth received the insignia of government seated in the chair was Cromwell's installation as Lord Protector. which took place in Westminster Hall. You can't get anything in this world without suffering for it. To he popular you have to laugh at the jokes other people tell. FOOTSTEPS OF THE FATHERS As Traced In Early Files of The Yorkville 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 of the older people and for the entertainment on/1 inotmnf Inn nf f ho nrocon t ironoro. IIIPVI UV.VIUII Vtl*. pivwvill. tion. FIFTY-SEVENTH INSTALLMENT (Thursday Morning, February 7, 1861). Fort Sumter. The correspondence between the authorities of our state on the one hand and Major Anderson and the government at Washington on the other; in relation to the demand for the surrender of Fort Sumter, has been published in the Charleston Mercury. We are now enabled to measure the degree of wisdom and statesmanship which has prevailed in our cabinet. In order to enable our readers to form an intelligent opinion of their own, we propose briefly to narrate the interesting purposes and circumstances of /-*~1 Un..MAtn ?? nfnnkUirt/vn \_ui. nd) nc a mission iu ty aouuigiuu. On the 11th of January, Gov. Pickens demanded the surrender of Fort Sumter of Major Anderson. This demand was made in order to prevent the effusion of blood, and with the pledge of our state to account hereafter for the fort as public property. Major Anderson failed to comply with this demand; but agreed to depute an officer to convey it to the government at Washington. Our governor sanctioned this agreement. Lieut. Talbot, the officer deputed, was accompanied by Mr. Hayne as special envoy from the state of South Carolina. Mr. Hayne's mission was a simple one. He was instructed to inquire of the president whether he had ordered, or designed to order, reinforcements to Fort Sumter; and to say to the president that the fact or the intention to send reinforcements, would, either of them, be regarded by South Carolina as a declaration of war. He further carried in his pocket, a demand of Mr. Buchanan, for the unconditional and immediate surrender of Fort Sumter. When Mr. Hayne arrived at Washington, ten senators of seceding states, being apprised of his mission, addressed him a note; in which tb*y take the ground that South Carolina should, before initiating hostilities, await a consultation with those states which will be bound up with her in is sues of the future?"suffering with her evils of war if it cannot be avoided and enjoying with her the blessings of peace if it can be preserved;" and begging Mr. Hayne to delay the delivery of the demand to the president, until he could confer with our government for further instruction. This letter is dated the 15th of January. Mr. Hayne replied instantly that he was not authorized so to act; but would take the responsibility upon himseif under certain provisos. These provisos were that no reinforcements should be sent to Port Sumter and that the public peace should not be disturbed by any act of hostility towards South Carolina during the pendency of these negotiations. These letters were conveyed to the president, and he was requested to comply. In his answer to them, Mr. r> 1 t ??1, t U ^ Ikot ..vi the beginning he was acting on the defensive, and was holding the fort as public property which it was "his duty to protect and preserve." But should Major Anderson's safety, said he, require more troops, every effort would be made to supply them. As to "acts of hostility," he could promise nothing as congress alone had the power to declare war. The senators above referred to transmitted the president's reply to Mr. Hayne. They expressed themselves as not satisfied with it, but thought no reinforcements would be sent; am' Mr. Hayne concluded on the strength of their opinion to defer the object of his mission until he could hear from South Carolina. He ably argued, however, that as property, Fort Sumter is in far greater jeopardy now, than if It were in the hands of our atate with the pledge which he had the power of making to account for it in a future adjustment between the two governments. This whole correspondence was laid before Governor Pickens, who renewed through Secretary Magrath, his in structions to Col. Hayne. Judge Magrath ably reviewed these letters, and reached the conclusion that the real purpose of the president stripped of all disguise, is to keep and defend Fort Sumter, not as property, but as "a military post of the United States." This conviction fastened upon his mind by the refusal of Mr. Buchanan to accede to the generous and peaceable proposal of the southern senators, was strengthened by the confident belief that troops were being secretly and stealthily sent south for purposes of hostility. The opinion of the governor, he says, as to the propriety of the demand for the fort, has therefore, not only been confirmed by tin* facts which Mr. Ilayne's mission has developed: but he now regards the demand as an absolute necessity. The instructions to demand the surrender of the fort were thus renewed in stronger terms than before: and Mr. Hayne was advised to communicate the president's reply, without delay. The telegraphic dispatches from Washington state that Mr. Hayne made this demand on last Thursday. We expect to "hear the conclusion of the whole matter" very soon. Mr. Hayne has act<d throughout this entire mission, with that statesmanship and patriotism which will make York ever proud to honor him as one of her worthiest "natives to the manor born." York Volunteers. The "Kind's Mountain Guards."? I North Battalion, 34th Regiment. Officers?Andrew Jackson, Captain; Joseph Black, 1st lieutenant; R. A. Caldwell, 2d lieutenant; A. B. Black, ensign; O. W. Thompson, 1st sergeant; H. S. McArthur, 2d sergeant; J. J. L. Gill, 3d sergeant; J. A. Bell, 4th sergeant; John Wylie, f>th sergeant; G. W. Moore, 1st corporal; A. Hardin, 2d corporal; J. H. Quinn, 3d corporal; James Robinson, 4th corporal; Wm. Watson, f>th corporal; J. L. Howe, 6th corporal. Privates?J. A. Adams, Robert Armstrong, Samuel Allen, James Black, R. Bolin, B. Bolin, J. L. Broom, J. Bridges, W. P. Bridges, William Brown, H. Broom, Andrew Beheler, Ed Bird, D. Clark, J. Clark, W. G. Cobb, Francis Deal, Josh Dillingham, F. Dover, M. Dover, John Elliott, Q. W. Downy, Tnnotko. T n Pn.la T T t/uiiuiuaii nifiiri, o. v.. r at to, a. u. Farls, J. J. Gardner, J. W. Gardner, John Gasaway, W. N. Gordon, Robert Griffin, R. A. Hagans, James M. Harvey, S. J. Harvey, D. J. Howe, J. W. Henry, E. Hardin, M. Hullender, J. L. Hardin, William Hardin, J. L. Jackson, John O. Jackson, D. H. Jackson, W. L. Johnson, E. R. Johnson, J. P. Knox, Thomas H. Lynn, Thomas Martin, W. Martin, Henry Moore, W. A. Moore, Blanton Moore, J. B. Moore, A. F. Moore, M. J. Moore, Young Neel, Joseph Murphy, S. L. McArthur, John Pursley, D. C. Patterson, Aaron Peeler, Robert Robinson, A. Ramsay, Charles Simmons, J. D. Smith, John Turney, Robert Venable, G. W. Walker, William Whitaker, Andrew Wilson, Robert Whlsonant, J. H. Wilson, Starnes Wylie, David Wallace, Jacob Wylie, John Winter, R. Z. Wilson, Jas. Yearwood, G. W. Young, W. Ramsay, J. Ramsav (To be Continued.) HOW TO USE FARM CREDIT There is No Magic About Credit Says Bulletin. Five rules designed to convince farmers that there is no magic about credit are set down in Farmers' Bulletin 593, "How to Use Farm Credit," which the department has just published. Unless the farmer who is thinking of borrowing money fully understands these rules and is willing to be guided by them, the' government's advice to him is: Don't. As it is, there are probably almost as many farmers in this country who are suffering from too much as from too little credit. Of these rules the three most important are: 1. Make sure that the purpose for which the borrowed money is to be used will produce a return greater than needed to pay the debt. 2. The length of time the debt is to run should have a close relation to the productive life of the improvement for which the money is borrowed. 3. Provision should be made in long time loans for the gradual reduction of the principal. The first rule is, of course, the key i'o the wise use of credit. Between borrowing money to spend on one's self and borrowing money to buy equipment of some sort with which to make more money there is all the difference between folly and foresight, extravagance and thrift. If the money is borrowed for a wise purpose it will produce enough to pay back principal and interest and leave a fair margin of profit for the borrower into the bar !_ If !? !_ 1. ? fnnllall KillII. ii 11 ia uui ui trcu iui ?. luuuau purpose it will produce nothing and consequently there will be nothing with which to repay the loan. From this point of view it matters comparatively little whether the interest be high or low. It is the repayment of the principal that is the chief difficulty. Rules 2 and 3 deal with the most satisfactory ways of repayment. Underneath them both is the same principle: The loan must be paid with the money it earns itself. For example, if the money is used to buy a machine that will last ten years, the machine must earn enough in that time to pay for itself or it never will. The loan, therefore, should be entirely repaid before the ten years are up or the farmer will lose money on the transaction, paying out interest for no benefit in return. On the other hand, if too early a date is set for repayment, the machine will not have had sufficient opportunity to make the requisite money and the borrower may have difficulty in raising it elsewhere. Rule 3 provides for some form of amortization, the system by which the principal is repaid in installments so that the amount of the loan is continually di minishing and in consequence the interest charges also. Such a system is quite feasible when the loan is really productive, when it returns to the borrower a definite revenue each year. Tables showing the payments required to pay off principal and interest in varying periods of time are appended to the bulletin and are recommended to the serious consideration of everyone who contemplates borrowing money. The bulletin also advises the farmer to secure the lowest possible interest. At first sight this seems too obvious to be worth mentioning. Of course, the interest should be as small as possible. Everybody knows that?except the lender. But if the other rules are observed if the borrower manages his financial affairs soundly, he will be surprised to find how much easier it is to obtain favorable terms. The right kind of lender does not want to foreclose mortgages; he wants his money back with a fair profit, like any other merchant. For money that is borrowed wisely, for money that is sure to be repaid, he charges low interest. rnis, in ract, is wny me K?vernmeni has published these rules for borrowers. It is not so much a matter of driving a shrewd bargain as it is of observing a few fundamental principles which alone can make credit *a blessing and not a curse. Aeschylus at Syracuse.?For four days in April dramas of the Athenian tragic poet Aeschylus were performed in the old fireek theater at Syracuse, in eastern Sicily. Aeschylus has long been popular in Syracuse. Twentythree centuries ago Athenian prisoners taken in the great defeat before that city, and sold as slaves after the custom of the time, earned their freedom by reciting the verses of their great poet. Perhaps some of the men thus set at liberty organized a company and acted "Prometheus Bound"?or "The Persians" in the same theater where the same plays will be presented next spring. The poet who is held in favor for 2,300 years in one place cannot [complain of public fickleness. piscrUancous Reading. JUSTICE IN VERA CRUZ How American Methods are Being Applied to Greasers. The ordinary- citizen, writes Jack London in Collier's for June 20th, in any city at home may pursue his routine of life for days, weeks and months and see nothing out of the way or disorderly. And yet, day and night, and all days and nights, disorderly acts will have taken place and the many offenders will have been combed by the police from the riffraff of the city and brought before the courts. Vera Cruz, at the present time, despite its military occupation, has all the seeming of such a city. All is quiet and seemly on the streets, where just the other day men were killing one another on the sidewalks and house-tops. The very spiggoty police, known, some of them, to have engaged in snipping our men, have been put back ta work under our army administration. And yet for a city of this size, more than the usual combing of the riffraff is necessary. It is the desire of the military government, among other things, to rid the city of all able bodied loafers, whether Mexican or foreign. If Mexican, they are sent out through the lines; if foreign, they are deported to their respective countries. On the other hand, there is nothing hasty in this cavalier treatment. Petty offenders continually receive dismissals or suspended sentences for first offenses. Nor is the right to be represented by counsel denied anyone. A visit to the Inferior Provost court in the municipal palace proved most illuminating. Here at a desk across which flowed a steady stream of documents, in olive-drab shirt and riding trousers, with a .45 automatic at his hip, sat a blond lawgiver, taken from the command of his company in the 19th infantry to administer the law of Mexico and the orders above Mexican law, which have been issued by the provost marshal general. At the desk beside the captainjudge, the enlisted man, in uniform, pounded a typewriter, kept a record of decisions, fines, imprisonments, and probations, and performed the rest of the tasks of a police court clerk. Soldiers clacked across the square marble flags of the court-room floor, and came and went, carrying messages, appearing and disappearing through high doorways and under broad arches. In one corner a soldier telegrapher operated an army telegraph. Strapping soldiers, with bayonets fixed, guarded the doorway that led both to freedom and to the cells. Between these guards, small people, furtive or sullen, cam-- and went?if witness, summoned from, without by an alert little spigotty bailiff; if prisoners escorted by armed soldiers. As is usual with our police courts at home, not one but many cases are going on simultaneously. A fresh witness in a case of theft, sent for half an hour before, arrives and gives evidence between the payment of a fine and the fuddled protestations of an Indian woman that she was not drunk the preceding evening. While the court interpreter has halted the testimony of a suspected fence in order to look up in the dictionary the English equivalent for a Spanish phrase, the captain-judge admonishes a hotel keeper on the conduct of his house, dispatches a policeman to bring into court two pairs of stolen trousers, evidently germane to some other case that is somehow in process of being tried, and listens to the remarks of a Spanish lawyer appearing for some man not yet brought from the cells. The stream of many cases thins for a moment, and the captain-judge, who has the bluest of blue eyes and the fairest of fair hair, calls the name, "Francisco Ibanez de Peralta." A peon, covered with rags for the price of which six cents would be an extortion, shambles up and bows humbly. "Tell him that he was drunk and disorderly on the street last night, the captain-judge says to the interpreter. This being duly communicated, the culprit makes brief reply, which is translated by the interpreter as: "That's right. He says he was drunk all right and is sorry." "Has he steady work?" asked the captain-judge. "No. He says he is a cargador and works when he can." "Tell him if he is brought here again he will be given sixteen days? turn him loose," is the verdict. Next appears Serafina Cruz. She 's blear-eyed and semi-comatose. "Tell the lady she was drunk again yesterday," says the court to the interpreter. Serafina acknowledges the soft impeachment with a "Si," a nod, and a yawn. "Second offense. 16 davs in which to sober up?she needs it," is the court's judgment, and Serafina is trailed away to the cells by a big American soldier. Birth of a Skyscraper.?If Norman R. Ream had not at one time been afflicted with a weak stomach the modern skyscraper might have been another generation in arriving. An eight-story building was a wonderful structure when Mr. Ream's illhealth compelled him to go to Denver for a long rest. The train on which he made the journey was crossing the Kankakee River at Kankakee when luncheon was announced. It stopped , on the steel bridge over midstream. , Mr. Ream took his seat in the dining car but was so upset by the sight of . the water rushing under his window ( that his stomach rebelled and he re- ( tired to the observation platform at , the rear end of the train. Sitting there alone he figured it out thus: "Here is , this heavy train supported over it , raging river by this structure laid on | its side. Stood on end the structure would be the safest kind of construe- ( tion for a building." The idea was so , refreshing he mulled it over all the , way to Denver and the first thing he ] did on arrival there was to write a | leading architect of Chicago directing , him to draw plans for such a building , and be prepared to discuss them on his , return. "The Rookery" was the result, and the result of the Rookery has made a I profound change in the architecture of i the great cities of the world. Even with Mr. Ream's backing. I trouble was encountered getting peo- ( pie to occupy the higher floors. The j first eight floors rented quickly but for weeks nobody would venture above that. Mr. Ream took offices on the top floor and everybody wanting to see him was compelled to go to the top of the building. Finally the nervousness wore off and?well, there's the Woolworth building.?From the Wall street Journal. ADLAI E. STEVENSON Former Vice President Had an Interesting Political Career. Adlai Ewing Stevenson, once vice president of the United States, had a long and honorable public career. He was vice president from 1893 to 1897 under President Grover Cleveland. In 1900 he again was nominated by the Democratic party for vice president and ran with William J. Bryan, the party's candidate for president, but was defeated. He served as a member of the Forty-fourth and Fortysixth congresses. From 1885 to 1889, he served as first assistant postmaster general under President Cleveland. His last appearance as a candidate for public office was in 1908, when he was nominated for governor of Illinois by the Democratic party and was defeated by Chas. S. Deneen, Republican. He was born in Christian county, Kentucky, October 23, 1835, of ScotchIrish parentage. In 1853 his parents moved to Bloomington, 111 He attended the public schools and the Illinois University. In 1856 he graduated from Canter college. Danville, Ky. Yhere he was a classmate of Senator Joe Blackburn and other Kentucky youths who .later became prominent in public life. He signalized the close of his college career by marrying a daughter of Dr. Lewis W. Green, president of the college. After leaving college Stevenson returned to Bloomington, 111., and read law. He was admitted to the bar in 1858 and began legal practice at Metamora, III., where he remained until 1868. During these ten years he held the office of master in chancery four years and district attorney for a similar period. In 1868 he returned to Bloomington and formed a law partnership with bis cousin, James S. Ewing and for muny years the firm was one of the best known in Illinois legal circles. Stevenson's political career dated from 1864 when he was a presidential elector on the Democratic ticket. He made a canvass of Illinois in behalf of the McClellan ticket and won a reputation as a political orator. In 1874 Stevenson was nominated for congress by the greenback and anti-monopolist parties in the Eighteenth Illinois district against Gen. John McNulta, Republican. The Democrats considered the case hopeless and did not even hold a convention. The ensuing campaign was exciting and Stevenson was elected by a majority over Gen. McNulta of 1,232 votes. In 1876 he again was elected to congress for the same district on the greenback ticket, although he was supported by the Democrats who declined to put up a candidate. In 1884 Stevenson led the Illinois delegation to the Democratic national convention which nominated Grover Cleveland for president. In 1897 he was appointed a member of a commission whic' visited Europe in an effort to secure international bimetalism. FOREIGN MILLS CONDITION President Macara Says the Outlook is Bad. At the conclusion of the meetings of the International Cotton Spinners' committee at Paris recently, President Sir Charles Maeara issued a mosi pessimistic report. He says he thinks the outlook was never blacker than at this moment. In England spinners of fine counts are not making a profit or holding their own, but are suffering a depression as severe as ever known. In Germany the trade is dull, and the output is decreased. France is a little more hopeful because mills are no longer working at a loss. Australia reports from 10 to 15 per cent of the looms idle. Italy reports from 8 to 10 per cent of idle looms. Spain and Portugal both report bad conditions in spinning and weaving and no early prospect of a change for the better. In Belgium the outlook is far from prosperous. In Russia business has shown no profit or only a very small profit and is now a little more hopeful. In India complaints are maae ui large importations with the result of greatly accumulated sticks. Sir Charles and the committee believe that the only way of avoiding heavy losses to employers and employed is to organize a very prompt restriction of production.?London dispatch to the New York Journal of Commerce. The Mark of Culture. In the land of the Niger, says Mr. P. Amaury Talbot in the London Times, little or no stigma attaches to jailbirds. In fact, prison residence is often regarded as conferring the mark of culture and distinction. The last governor of Southern Nigeria once complimented a chief of the interior on his knowledge of English, to which the man replied with a proud air, "Of course I be fit to talk English mouth! I learn all that when I live long time for prison." Such residence is indeed looked upon as giving a sort of official status. At r'!iifi>,nr uomp nrisoners were out cleaning the road, when a clerk, dressed In the height of fashion, high collar, patent leather boots, and the smartest [>f suits, went by. In passing he (licked one of the bending laborers with a little swagger cane he was carrying. At once the aggrieved party sprang erect. "What!" he exclaimed, with splendid contempt. "You dare touch me! You factory man! Look-a-me!" Here he pointed to the broad arrows prominently displayed over his simple vest and loin cloth. "I be government man! See here!" And the dandy passed on abashed.?Youth's Companion. Trouble Either Way.?"Who are those two weary looking men who both ulmit they are afraid to go home?" "One," replied .Miss Cayenne, "is the husband of a suffrigist, and the >ther is the husband of an anti-suffratist."?Washington Star. YARN FROM THE FIRING LINE Kentuckian With Mexican Rebels Lost Nerve and Mind in Battle. Is It possible for a man to go into a battle and lose his nerve as well as his mind for three hours, and then come out of it and find that he was being acclaimed a hero and had killed a dozen men on the firing line? This question was answered by George Powers, a young Kentuckian, whom I knew in the Mexican service, and with whom I went on a battlefield recently and fought Federals for three hours. When we left the field I asked Powers a question. He brushed his hand across his eyes and looked dazed. I looked at the bandolier across his breast and saw they were empty. Then I heard the insurrectos about us praising the manner in which he held his post on the firing line. "Where am I?" he asked. "Where have I been?" "You have Just been under fire for tnree nours, l told mm. "Impossible," he replied. "I don't -emember a thing about it." We made an investigation. There were half a dozen men who said they saw him in the field and more who went out on it with him and could testify that he had been there through the battle's progress. A little detachment of men was sent out over the ground under the leadership of men who had been at his side during the fight. They counted his empty shells, and riding to a point opposite his post and where the enemy's firing line had been, they counted the bodies of nearly a dozen men. The dead were piled up in a little heap. They had been struck as they fought over a little mound above which they stuck their heads now and then during the battle to "sight" our men prior to firing. Each one of them bore a gnasuy wouna rrom a aumaum tired from a 45-70 single-loading Springfield rifie. Powers's comrades had repeating rifles of smaller but Just as deadly caliber. And their bullets had not been dum-dummed,"?Fred V. Williams, late of the rebel armies under Madero and Zapata, in the Ean Francisco Chronicle. CAROLINA GRANITE Samples of It Being Shown at English Exposition. At the Anglo-American Hundred Years Peace exposition now open in London, the Southern railway system has the only axhibit made by an American railway, and much attention has been attracted by the handsome display of southern agricultural, horticultural and mineral products. The exposition will be open until November and will be visited by millions of people who will thus have the advantages of the south put before them. The exhibit is inclosed by polished balls and pedestals of Tennessee, Alabama and North Carolina marble, set on oak posts connected by brass railing. Beneath the railing are blocks of granite from North Carolina and South Carolina quarries. Show cases at the front corners contain specimens of cotton stalks several feet high filled with bolls. Other cases and tables contain tobacco, fruits, corn and other grain. The useful minerals found in the south, such as iron ore, coal, talc, mica, rutile, zinc, silica, kaolin and other clays, granite, limestone and such other minerals and stones as have an active demand in commerce and art are shown. There are displayed on the walls, on easels and attached to the railings dozens of agricultural, industrial, scenic and city views of the south, including panoramic views of cities, harbors, industrial and mountain scenery. All the views are large, all are colored and all especially selected to give a good idea of the attractions, resources and development of the southern states. MEDIAEVAL EXECUTIONS Two Women Beheaded in Germany ' for Murder. In marked contrast to the agitation in the United States against the capital punishment of women criminals and the tolerant attitude of the English authorities toward the militant suffragettes, the fact that unsentimental Germany shows no more consideration for the weaker sex than for men in crime was evidenced today when two women were beheaded by headsmen with blocks and axes, making four women to suffer that fate within a few weeks. The death sentences were executed according to the mediaeval method which Germany, of all civilized nations, retains. Magdalena Mendel, 41 years old. was beheaded in Strassburg prison, with her accomplice, josepn Wirt, a laborer. The two had poisoned the woman's husband in order to get him out of the way. Frau Mendel, terror-stricken, collapsed utterly as she started toward the block. She acted as one totally paralyzed and it linally was necessary to place her on a stretcher, carry her to the block and lay her on It, Wirt went to death quietly. At about the same time Frau M. Hass was beheaded in the prison at Oraudenez. She also had poisoned her husband. No details of this execution were given out. In each instance the kaiser refused to commute the sentences of the condemned persons or to take into consideration the fact that two of the criminals were iomen.?Berlin Dispatch to New York Sun. It is a Handicap.?One of Chicago's old time stockyard magnates, who was a philanthropist, as well as a pork packer, had an intense dislike to cigar ettes, and would allow nobody to smoke them in his office, says the Youth's companion. One day, many years ago, a half-grown youth found him alone at his desk, and asked for a job as office boy. Th( packer looked him over kindly enough, but shook his head. The lad who was rather efeminate in appearance, had received several similar answers during the day and was somewhat discouraged. So now he said, with some bitterness: "It's my yellow hair. I suppose?" "What is your name, my boy?" "John Harris." "Well, Johnny." said the millionaire packer, "it isn't your yellow hair. It's your yellow lingers!"