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* ISSUED SEMI'WEEKL^ l. m GRIST'S SONS, Publisher* } & -^amiln Jlca'spapei;: Jior the promotion of the political, Social, agricultural ami O'ommcrcial Sntrresls of flic j3eopt$. ( "* J crawl""' m ESTABLISHED 1855. YQRKVIILE, S. C., TUESDAY, JULY 31, 1!)14. JSIO. 58. CHAPTER II. ^ First Days In the Wilderness. The rain seemed to be increasing. I saw a wild deer on the opposite shore, and I thought how confortable she looked. Then I thought how easy it would be to make plans to catch the deer, or any other deer that came down to the water. I envied 0 nt*r iiiuc uiai muiuiiib, m. >.?> Then there came into my mind my promise to live within the game laws of the state of Maine. It made me sore to remember how the lish and game commission had refused me a permit to kill the game 1 actually needed. They had a perfect right to grant that permit, according to law, but they didn't see fit to. I grew revengeful at this thought because under the circumstances my lot would be ever so much harder ^ than that of the primitive man of old. Vfc The first men of the forest were not handicapped by laws from an outside civilized world. If the game authorities had given me that permit my life would have been more com^ fortable during those first few days in the wilderness. I didn't wish to harm that old doe across the lake, but at the same time I realized that her skin would have been a godsend to me just then. As it was, I waved my hand toward her, shouting, "Go ahead, old girl! I'll get along some way." Then 1 turned my steps toward a beaver dam and left the old doe standing there alone. I watched the beavers * at work, and later, after I had started a lire. I sketched a rude picture of one of them on a piece of birch bark, using a charred stick as a crayon. The rest of this day was uneventful. I hadn't got my balance yet. My thoughts were still confused. As yet 1 did not feel any hunger, so made no efforts to get food, though I had not eaten anything since breakfast at the King and Bartlett camps. I simply wandered around, not carA ing where I went. Because of the & fold and ruin I started baek early ^ along the trail for the spruce thicket, where I had spent the night before. The second night was a repetition m of the first, spent in alternately walking back and forth and resting. I didn't sutYer terribly, but it was not altogether comfortable out there without any clothes. With the morning came the sunshine. As I came out into the clearing the sun felt good on my body. a I hunted round till I found a partly shaded spot in among the trees. I needed sleep more than anything else just then, so I lay down and in i lie warmm 01 me mumms oun iwiH H HF DRAWING OF BEAVER AT WORK EPH KNOWLES I # Cut everything for the first time. When I awoke I felt the pangs of hunger for the first time. I erossed over the beaver dam and followed down the outlet of the pond, keeping my eyes open for shallow pools, where, perhaps, I might land some trout. 1 was headed for the burnt lands in search of m.v first food. I knew that I should be able to find berries ^ there in abundance. The burnt lands are those parts of the forest which have been swept by lire. The land is open and full of charred tree trunks here and there. Mlueherries can always be found in " such land. < >n 1 went until I reached Little Spencer, on the other side of which lay the burnt lands. I cume upon bush after bush loaded with blueberries and raspberries. 1 gathered a handful and ate them. After 1 had eaten my till 1 headed for the thicker woods, where, with the help of sharp stones, I peeled some birch bark from the trees. Folding the bark into cornucopias and pinning the overlaps with split sticks. 1 soon had two berry dishes. These I took back to the berry patch and filled to overflowing, storing away the food for future need. ''nee more I headed toward Little Spencer, but this time 1 followed the outlet, earnestly hoping to land a trout. At last I came to a shallow ^ pool, in which I managed to round up a couple of trout. The fish had eoine up stream seeking the cooler waters of the spring hole, and I simply shut the hole in from the stream by lowering the water. t With a little patience I dispatched the trout with a stick. I was still pretty much in the open of the burnt lands, and the sun was already beginning to burn my tender back and shoulders. 1 knew that I ALONE IN ! WILDERNESS BY OSEPH KNOWLES EIGHT.I913.BY SM ALL.MAYNARD SCO. would suffer a great deal of pain and Jnonnvonionoa Sn T loff the nnpn for I the shaded timber land, where I lay down and soon fell fast asleep. When I awoke it was late in the afternoon. My first thought was of a fire and shelter for the night. A short distance away from where I had slept I found a spring. Here was the place for a camp, so I started in at once making plans for my first home. To begin with. I commenced to build some kind of shelter which would keep the wind away from me more or less. 1 hunted around for some crotch sticks, and after finding two 1 drove them into the ground wide apart. Next I placed a stick across the crotches and had my framework. Two more dead sticks were placed slanting to the ground at either end, and then I began to gather quantities of dry sticks, with which I made a crude, slanting roof. < >ver these sticks I placed flr boughs and bark. More fir boughs were stacked up against the sides, which were also banked with moss to keep the wind from whistling through. The front of this shelter was open. During the day the wind had dried things quite a bit. so I began at once to try to make a lire that would burn. This time I found some punk in a crevice of a tree, which was dry. I began sawing back and forth for dear life and soon my efforts were rewarded by a thread of smoke which rose from under my spindle. As soon as I thought the spark was there T snatched up the base and blew it toward the punk which I held in my other hand. Presently I saw a spark on the punk and nursed it carefully. Then with a little puff it burst into flame! This I applied to a little heap of other bark and nunk and sticks, I which I had all ready, and soon I had my lire. It was merry?that fire? just like a companion. It was time to eat, so I ate most of the berries I had brought in my corJnucopias from the burnt lands. This simple meal was ample for me that night, especially with the prospect of fresh roast tish in the morning. Just before setting down for the night 1 took the two trout I had caught and put them in the spring to keep them cool. It was the only refrigerator I had. Then I went back and made up my bed. A man who doesn't know the woods would be surprised to learn what a really conmfortable bed can be made by first putting down fir boughs and then covering them with dry leaves. What a great comfort that lire was! ! I heaped it high with wood when I L MADE ON BIRCH BARK BY JOSN MAINE WOODS. first liiy down to rest and, with an occasional replenishing:, managed to pass a comparatively comfortable night. Even in the morning the coals remained. and I soon had it burning. It was another fair day. "Now for ti breakfast of trout," I said as I headed for the spring down the slope about fifty feet away. Hut when 1 got there what was my consternation to find that the tish were gone! Fresh mink tracks all about told their own story. I had been robbed by some one else who was hungry! Anyway, the spring was left, so I lay down and took a drink. Then 1 went buck to my lean-to and ate the few remaining berries. I decided to explore some more. so. after banking my lire. I started off in the directio i of tin- burnt lands . in in, i I,.. l.-.nL- ,,f tin. wlre.-im I found :i few roots whii'h wore nourishing. They tasted something like celery. hut I didn't 1 ik?* them. I went on to the hurnt lands and finished my breakfast with another course of blueberries. There was one thins that had to be attendend to at once, and that was to make some sort of covering for my less. They were horribly scratched. Some witch srass srowins by the stream save me an idea. 1 pulled up several handfuls, which I bound on to my less, tying it around with pieces of the toughest srass. I mourned, the trout I had lost for breakfast and determined to catch another, which shouldn't set away from me. i hunted everywhere for a shallow pool like the one I had found the day before, but met with no success. Just as I was <b-spairins about lindins a lish in that vicinity 1 heard a : splash in the water up stream. An otter was swimmins for the shore. and in its mouth was a bis trout! I shouted at the top of my voice, at the same time hurling a stone into the water. 1 laughed as I saw the trout come flouting down the stream, belly up. The otter had disappeared. By robbing the otter I got square with the mink. I reached camp and roasted the trout. 1 can't say I enJoyed that meal. It tasted Hat without salt, however, I felt the nourishment of it later. I needed it after my simple berry diet. After the repast I sat looking into the fire and thinking. I finally decided to abandon the camp and strike out for a better section. The idea of going out of the forest had left me. I began to go about things as if I were a part of the forest itself. Stamping out the smoldering embers and taking my fire apparatus with me, I struck off in the direction of Big Spencer stream. (To be Continued.) "THE FOOL OF G0D7" An Account of One Man's Inspiring Service to Humanity and the Republic. The Rev. Dr. Richard Beverly Palmore, editor of the St. Louis Christian Advocate, died in Richmond recently. He was born in a Tennessee log cabin. He served throughout the Civil war in Marmaduke's cavalry. Thereafter he earned an education and became a Methodist minister. In the far corners of the earth are colleges which he founded and other lasting evidences of his service. The memorial sermon was preached by the Rev. Dr. James W. Lee. The following comment is taken from the editorial columns of the New York Sun: And now we come to his grand renunciation. A fortune estimated at $10,000,000 was in his reach wherewith he could have endowed and furthered those works of charity, education, piety which were dearest to his heart. The story is too romantic to be trusted save in a sermon. So Doctor Lee shall tell: "Long after the Civil war, when the boy had grown to be a man, he found to his amazement, among his father's papers a deed to 5,883 acres of land located in what is known as West Vir/1aq/1 woo o u-roat aumrisA ma. 1 HIS VICCU H UO u vwv MM* |/? to all who saw or heard of it. Putting this deed in his pocket, young Palmore, the only heir to the property, made a trip to West Virginia to look over his vast estate, which was far in the interior. "Starting from the city of Charleston West Virginia, he drove in a buggy into the region where his plantation was located. He traced the boundaries of his porperty and found that hundreds of families had settled on it as if secure in the possession of their separate little patches of territory. He found that beneath the surface of this land there was almost limitless wealth, but the multitudes who had built themselves humble homes on the surface did not know of it, and had been living thus in undisturbed possession for a number of years. He quietly walked about at night and looked through the windows at the parents and children living on his estate. Great lawyers were rend'to inaugurate legal proceedings that would have made him a millionaire, and such legal proceedings would doubtless have been instituted ir tne heir in person had not visited the scene of his great estate. He began to feel that instead of such a fortune being a blessing, as he dreamed in the nighttime about dispossessing such a multitude of people of their humble homes it occurred to him that to secure his estate at such an expense would make it a burden. "After earnest prayer and sleepless hours in the midst of his vast acres, he was seized with the conviction that each member of this multitude of families living on his property needed it more than did the heir, and there and then he made up his mind that he would leave them in quiet possession of his estate." Naturally his friends told him he was a fool. Well, so in a sense he was. Is it Celtic or mediaeval, or both, that phrase which the "quixotic" course of Palmore brings up in the memory, "The Fool of God?" The Sparrow Publicist. Many unkind things have been said about the sparrow. No doubt he deserved most of them, but in all prob UDlJIiy inpy nuum uuir un II omu just the same if he had not deserved them, because the sparrow is a newspaper. He is the official and unofficial organ of the birds, and in obtaining and circulating information, it is often necessary for him to make himself a nuisance. It is in this way that he has made so many enemies. In fact, few people have anything good to say about him. although the birds would have a hard time getting along without him. He is himself the editing, mechanical and circulating departments. He gets much of his information by sitting on telegraph wires and stealing news off them. That is the way he learned to speak prose. Some people object to the fact that newspapers are so full of prose, but the sparrow has no use for poetry and is very proud of his ability to speak prose, rather scorning the other birds who insist upon talking poetry no matter how poor it is. Of course, he is said to be a fearful gossip, hut the truth is that it is I lie other birds that do the gossiping, lie just picks up the crumbs of information and makes them over into clever little pills of information. Then he gets all the blame. Some people you know, are not interested in anything in the paper except society and scandal, and these things cannot always be picked off the telegraph wire. The jaybird and the woodpecker and some of the other politicians declare that the sparrow is an unprincipled prevaricator, but that is just because he knows so much about them ami because he always tells what he knows. And the robins and bluebirds and thrushes and the wrens, who pretend to be superior to politics and intrigues. would have a miserable time of it if the sparrow did not fight the polit icians. The sparrow is the one bird who is on tiie job all the time. He is busy all day long through the year, never resting ami never taking a vacation. And although he is very cordially disliked by so many people, he is on the whole a very self-satisfied and contented little bird. Indianapolis News. FOOTSTEPS OF THE FATHERS As Traced In Early Flies 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 and instruction of the present generation. SIXTY- FIFTH INSTALLMENT (Thursday Morning, May 2, 1861). The Enquirer Semi-Weekly. Owing to the great anxiety in all sections of the country for early news, we have determined after the present issue to print The Enquirer on Tuesday and Friday mornings. The paper will be issued on a sheet half the present size of the weekly, and the publication continued as long as there seems to be a necessity for it. The first number will appear on Tuesday morning next, and will be furnished to subscribers on the same terms of the weekly. * * i :.Li i.r.Mi.., jasper Liyni i m diur/i All packages intended for the Jasper Light Infantry, should be sent to the care of Messrs. G. W. Williams & Co., Charleston, S. C. * * * Catawba Light Infantry. We are under obligation to Major A. A. McKenzie, for the following roll of the "Catawba Light Infantry," at present stationed on Sullivan's Island: officers: R. H. Glenn, captain; H. A. Wallace, 1st lieutenant; S. L. Campbell, 2nd lieutenant; W. L. Thompson, 3rd lieutenant; J. A. Glenn, 1st sergeant; A. A. Barnett, 2nd sergeant; J. H. Berry, 3rd sergeant; J. T. Thomson, 4th sergeant; J. B. Tate, 5th sergeant: S. D. Simril, 1st corporal; J. R. Wallace, 2nd corporal; J. C. Stewart, 3rd corporal; R. Latta, 4th corporal; W. R. Glenn, 5th corporal; G. W. Mason, Gth corporal. Privates: J. J. Devinny, J. S. Fewell, J. S. McKenzie, W. J. Felts, S. A. Michel, A. A. MCKenzie, j. jti. uienn, J. F. Nesbitt, S. R. Adkins, S. A. Glenn. W. P. Poovy, W. N. Abernathy, S. L. Glenn, G. A. Patrick, J. J. Harnett, R. R. Glenn, R. V. Patrick, J. S. Armstrong, Thos. Grier, J. W. Pierce, A. A. Barron, W. F. Garrison, L. D. Quinn, B. F. Boyd, T. J. Huddleston, J. J. Sim ril, J. O. Barnes, R. R. Huddles ton, J. A. Stewart, J. B. P. Rrison, S. J. Hutch ison, J. Timberlake, J. B. Brown, D. M. Johnson, J. F. Wallace, D. F. Barnett, W. G. Johnson, S. W. Wallace, W. J. Bowen, S. W. Jackson, R. P. Wilkerson, J. M. Harnett, L. L. Eaney, J. R. Warren, J. V. Choat, D. A. McCarter, L. R. Williams, R. W. Choat, J. A. McCarter, C. G. Wood, J. R. Cook, W. A. J. McCollum, W. D. Watson, W. E. Campbell, John W. McCully, J. S. Wright, N. B Campbell, R. H. McCully, T. W. Youngblood, J. H. Cathcart, Robert McCaw, Orin Youngblood, W. J. Collender, W. R. Moore, A. Yearwood, B. F. Fewell. * * * King's Mountain Guards. The following is a correct roll of the "Kings' Mountain Guards," now stationed at Sullivans' Island: Officers: Andrew Jackson, captain: Joseph Black, 1st lieutenant; R. A. Caldwell, 2nd lieutenant; A. P. Black, 3rd lieutenant; G. W. Thompson, 1st sergeant; H. S. McCarter, 2nd sergeant; J. J. L. Gill, 3rd sergeant; J. A. Bell, 4th sergeant; John Wylle, 5th sergeant; G. W. Moore, 1st corporal; E. Hardin. 2nd corporal; J. H. Quinn. 3rd corporal; A. Hurdin, 4th corporal; Wm. Watson, 5th corporal; J. L. Howe, 6th corporal. Privates: J. A. Adams, Thomas Atkins Robert Armstrong. Samuel Allen, Thomas Black, R. Bowlin, Lewis Bowlin, J. L. Broom, Henderson Broom, Jonathan Bridges, W. P. Bridges, William Brown, J. R. Barber, Andrew Bohler, Edward Bird, Daniel Clark, Joseph Clark, W. G. Cobb, Francis Deal, John Downy, Joshua Dillingham. John Elliott, J. C. Faris, Johnathan Fitchet, J. J. Gardner, J. W. Gardner, John Gaza way, W. N. Gordon, R. C. Griffin, R. A. Hagins, J. M. Harvey, S. J. Harvey, D. J. Howe, J. W. Henry, M. Hullender, William Hardin, J. L. Hardin, J. O. Jackson, D. H. Jackson, W. C. Johnson, E. R. Johnson, John Knox. S. H. Lynn, Thos. Martin, W. W. Martin, Jos. Murphy, W. W. Martin, Henry Moore, Blanton Moore, W. A. Moore, A. F. Moore, J. B. Moore, J. M. Moore, C. H. Mintz, S. L. McCarter, Y. W. Neill. J. T. Pursly, D. C. Patterson, Aaron Pilor, Robert Robinson, A. Ramsay, J. Ramsay. W. Ramsay, Charles Simmons, J. R. Smith, John Turney, Robt. Venable. G. W. Walker, William Whitaker, Andrew Wilson, R. D. Whisonant, J. H. Wilson, Starnes Wylie, Jacob Wylie, David Wallace, R. Z. Wilson, James Yearwood, G. W. Young. Fifth Regiment. rri>r? f-vllou-inc- i? thp tifflpinl mil of (lie staff officers of the 5th regiment. South Carolina volunteers: M. Jenkins, colonel; O. W. H. Legg. lieutenant colonel; W. T. Thompson, major; J. W. Avery, adjutant; J. D. Wright, (|uartcrmaster; T. J. Klford, commissary: H. L. Ouss, sergeant-major; A. l'\ McConnell, quartermaster sergeant; J. A. Lee, commissary sergeant: A. W. Thompson, surgeon; J. R. Itratton, assistant surgeon. Editorial Correspondence. Camp Reauregnrd, Sullivan's Island. Wednesday morning. May 1st. This day, you know, dear Enquirer, is sacred to beauty and conviviality, the "Jaspers" as odd as it may appear, are going to have a May party today. They are detailed to work on a strong sand-battery, which the regiment, one company working each day, are throwing up at the eastern part of Moultrieville, commanding Maffit's channel and the landward approaches of the island. It is to mount fifteen or twenty guns, and will be the outpost of our defences. One or two unpleasant occurrences have happened between the volunteers and regulars here. A regular, an Irishman, we believe, was court mar< tinted yesterday for disrespect to a volunteer officer. Neither the nature of the charge nor the degree of punishment has transpired; though it has been hinted to us, that the regular who was drinking, cursed the officer, and otherwise misbehaved to the jeopardizing of even his life. There is doubtless liquor on the island, and the soldiers who go to Charleston each day?from 50 to 100 in number?can procure it there without any trouble. We saw quite a scene on the beach the other day. Three men were carrying a fourth. The fourth had lost the use of his legs. His whole weight was thrown upon the arms and ohnnirtora nf his comrades, and his long drawn, palsy-stricken strides were comical enough, if not associated with the idea of beastly intoxication. He would go 20 or 30 yardsand then drop to his knees, and tinally tlat upon the ground. His comrades appeared to be clever gentlemen, and exerted themselves as busily as ants, to get the fellow out of disgrace. At last worried out, one of them shouldered him precisely as he would a slaughtered hog and carried him off . He was not of our regiment. We learn that a man was cut to pieces near Morris Island by a shark on last Friday. One Sunday a little oar boat upset with some half dozen of the regulars stationed here. "Nobody hurt." They were brought ashore by a smack. As they neared the beach fully half the regiment turned out to see the show. The Enquirer comes to camp now, and is a most welcome visitor. Our volunteers eagerly read everything they see about home. All well and uniforming and drilling are increasing rapidly. "Our Corporal" (To be Continued). JULES VERNE'S DREAMS Marvels of Romantic Fiction that are Being Realized. Underwater craft have made marked progress since those early days when the first Holland boat dived clumsily like a rheumatic porpoise, and the first Lake boat bowled merrily along, like an ocean wagon, on the smooth floor of the Atlantic between Sandy Hook and the capes of the Chesapeake. We have now a fair fleet of submarines?31 afloat and 21 building. A squadron of these invisi ble fighters guards eacn entrance 10 the Panama canal. In size, recent submarines approach that of small gunboats and destroyers. Great Britain has six of 1200 tons displacement; Germany, six of 1,000 tons, and France, two of 1,043 tons. The crew of such a boat ranges from 30 to 40 men. Thus fur, no nation has ventured to send its submarines out to serve on the high seas. They have been always relatively slow boats for coast defense, driven by gasoline engines on the surface and by electric power when submerged. Now, however, Jules Verne's dream of the Nautilus, under Captain Nemo, is to be realized in the advent of the submarine cruis or, which, on the suriaee in peace anu submersed in action?will accompany battle Meets on the oceans of the world. The British navy is the pioneer in this development. While the details are carefully guarded, the general view of naval experts is that the projected vessels are to be of about 1,500 tons displacement and 21 knots surface speed, and that they will be fitted with five or six torpedo tubes for underwater attack and two 12-pounder guns for repelling aerial craft. The submerged battle speed of these vessels should be not less than 15 knots. < ?ur navy department is meeting this advance in the project of an experimental sea-going submarine, for which the naval appropriation bill carries an appropriation of $1,100,000. The chief difficulty to be met is that of underwater driving .at the high speed demanded. Electric propulsion, owing to the bulk and weight of the necessary storage batteries, may have to be abandoned. This development, if successfully effected, fore-shadows another radical change?the disappearance of the torpedo boat destroyer which the submarine cruiser, when in action on the surface, should replace. In future naval actions the combatant vessels would then be battleships on the surf ">'? "< i 1? ? ? * 11 i.inn />t?n ioaeu All.' if ?i n /I aeroplanes and dirigibles above, in which the chief enemies of the submarines would be the aerial cruisers. From his height the aviator can readily detect submerged bodies, owing to his freedom from the effect of reliected light at the surface of the water.?Philadelphia Ledger. Plump or Slender.?one of the London papers has put the question to its readers: "Is the slender woman or the plum)) woman the ideal type?" It arose front a disagreement among the physiological and artistic authorities. The American doctors have declared that the plump woman is the standard while the English artists say that the thin woman approaches more nearly to the norma) type. "There is no question." writes one, "that the 'new ligiire." lontr and willowv. the result of tlie modern athletic movement, is superior in vitality and natural grace to the old short and stumpy figure. The tall, thin woman is freer and more healthy, and is a better comrade for her husband." Another says: "Surely there is a golden mean between the plump and the meagre. Let a woman aim at keeping her mind active and her body lit and she will find that she can have a good figure"?which seems to he highly illogical. Who has not known women with the most active of minds and of bodies whose figures, according to the received standards, are absolutely "dowdy." "A Woman of Forty," writes sensibly: "Why not recognize the fact that there may be several equally good physical types. The girl of L'O may properly be slim, while the woman in the thirties looks quite as normal, if she is plump." ? Prof. I.ueco Ounter, superintendent of the Rock Hill public schools and a member of the state board of education has been appointed supervisor of rural schools to succeed Prof. W. K. Tate, who resigned some time ago to accept the chair of rural life in the George Pea body college of teachers, at Nashville, Tennessee. iilisccllanrous itcatlini). WOMEN ASSASSINS Gentler Sex Do Not Often Commit Political Murders. In the history of politics there is no parallel to the Paris tragedy which has resulted in the death of M. Calmette, who was shot by the wife of M. Caillaux. the minister of finance, who sought to avenge her husband's honor. Women, happily, figure little in political murders, although about three years ago an attemnt was made by a woman of Los Angeles to shoot a congressman who she considered had Insulted her husband, who was ill, making disparaging remarks about him in public. Fortunately the wound inflicted proved but a slight one, and me WUIIIUU cauaj/cu mm a. siiui i w?... of imprisonment. France, perhaps, has not been so stirred since the Breton heroine, Charlotte Corday, stabbed that monster of the Revolution, Marat, in his bath. But the modern history of Russian revolutionaries provides some equally remarkable stories of heroines of the people who have taken upon themselves the task of killing those whom they considered the enemies of progress and liberty. The most recent case was that of Zinaida Konoplainnikova, a Russian schoolmistress, who on August 13, 1906, shot dead Maj Gen. Min, commander of the famous regiment of the Semenoff Guards, at Peterhof railway station. She was arrested on the spot and ultimately condemned to death by hanging, this being the first death sentence passed on a woman since the execution of Sophie Perovskaya. who was practically the chief organizer of the Nihilist conspiracy which resulted In Czar Alexander II. being blown to pieces on his way to the Military Hiding School In St. Petersburg, on March 1, 1881. This female assassin was only 27 years of age at the time of her execution, but even she was six years older than Marie Spiridonova, who, fired with the wrongs of the Russian peasant, shot the brutal Governor Dujenocvsky. Horrible tortures were indicted upon her in order to force her to confess the names of her accomplices, and ultimately she was tried by court-martial behind closed doors and sent to Siberia a physical wreck. It was also a female Nihilist who in 1880 assassinated Capt. Schlotouchine, chief of the Moscow secret police, and who afterward took her own life.? Seattle Times. CHARACTER IN THE MAKING Forces that Go to Do and Undo at the Foundation. Character may be both made and unmade. The best things may lose their power. Strings that once trembled with music may lose their sensitive response. Organ keys lose their thunder and the gun that blazed on the firing line finds its way to the scrap heap. In the province of character the principle of subtraction works with the same logic as that of addition. While the making of manhood involves a process, the unmaking may be accomplished suddenly. A bolt of lightning shivers a tree which was hundreds of years in growing. A sledge hammer blow can undo what Angelo worked upon for years. The knife of an English fury may slash away the .value of a masterpiece. Character is a work of art which may be ruined by a stroke. The consequences, however, remain. They are caught up by the natural law of immortality and can no more be brought back than can a spoken word or a spent bullet. Character is not only cause, but effect. By the unmaking of a man is meant, then, the undoing of those moral sources which create character influences. It is the unmaking, the destruction of the propelling power of life. It is tampering with the engine of the ship. Men are undone by one besetting sin. Jealousy poisoned Othello, and changed the sweetness of a disposition into the gall of bitterness. Ambition ruined Macbeth and greed clouded the life of Shylock. One fly spoils the ointment. One Haw in a steel rail wrecks the train when the engine Hnds it with its hammering wheels. <>ne sin will undo a man by destroying the sources of his strength. Men are unmade, too, by others. What power we have over others' lives! Everybody holds another's destiny in his hands. We are all kings and queens ruling kingdoms made of far-reaching destinies. Fortunate is it that the consequences of life are beyond the reach of the despoiler. The eagle lays its eggs in the faraway eyrie, beyond the reach of the iconoclast, and in the Divine scheme of nature the eternal results of character are laid up where moth and rust do not corrupt and where thieves do not break through and steal. New experiences may unmake men and untwist the strands of the strong rope of character. A new experience whether of joy or sorrow, of pain or pleasi *e, demands a special moral reinfon. ..lent. Temptation is not always a solicitation to commit sin, but sometimes it is an invitation to do the foolish thing. When the devil wanted our Lord to leap from the pinnacle of the Temple, he asked him to do a foolish. useless act which would have made him less than the highest. A new experience is a moral test. Some men are unfitted for sudden and extraordinary changes in thought or environment. A polar bear may be expected to behave in an unsual manner in the tropics. The bird in the cage for the first time will not sing. Many a man meets his fate in a crisis. When Peter would stay on the Mount of Transfiguration where he was having a good time, he was less a man than when he threw off his fisher's coat and jumped Into the sea hoping to walk upon the waters. A man who has been living a normal, peaceful, easy life when suddenly thrown into a den of lions or a furnace of fire may be expected to do and say some unusual things. Some go to pieces under strain just as a bridge breaks under too much weight. Men are undone and morally unmade by the gradual and unseen forces which undermine the life. Not more does the sea wear away the rocks along the shore than does a continuous impression of sin weaken and destroy the sources of character. Occasionally there is a scare about the foundations of the Brooklyn bridge. Often there is concern about the foundations of life. When character crashes to the earth, look for the cause in the foundation. Perhaps it was built on sand, not rock; on lies, not truth; on whims rather than immovable faith. Among the ruins of the San Francisco earthquake stood the cornerstone of the Young Men's Christian association, on which was cut the words, "For the foundation of God standeth sure." To "grow weary in well doing," is to gradually lose what has been gained. It means a moral leak in character. Strength is gained by the use of strength. Atrophy follows inaction. Sparmodic morality, hysterical religion and fits of enthusiasm are not comparable to the dogged determination of "the perseverance of the saints." The parable of the seed sown on the hard surface where the birds find it is a criticism on superficial faith and character. Character must be looked after as one cares for his health. Soldiers protect the treasures of the Bank of Enland, but many have no lock on the door of manhood's treasures. Any thief may enter. Not only are we to believe what is true, but "hold fast that which is good," and hold fast with all our might. The art of being good is the exercise of goodness. Goodness that isn't used is like unused salt?it soon loses its savor. Character then may be unmade. As lights may burn low and the candle burn down to the socket, as salt loses its pungency and a palace be broken into ruins, so may the vital moral forces of a man's character be changed. Even the Liberty Bell is cracked. A perfect flower petal, a crystal of snow, a perfectly shaped leaf or grass blade may be crushed and Its outline destroyed. Every good and beautiful thing In life should be conserved. The conservation of natural resources is nothing in comparison to the conservation of good motives, good mentality, spiritual vision and soul purity. Every beautiful life should be protected against enemies that despoil and corrupt. The moral victory of today imposes an obligation to win another fight tomorrow. Ofttimes we see how men make manhood at one end of life and unmake it at the other. What they won at the beginning is lost at the end. That which was fashioned in the morning is ruined in the evening. "All's well that ends well."? Philadelphia Ledger. MEXICAN WOMEN Great Numbers of Them Always Follow an Army. A Mexican army entraining is picturesque in much the same way that a gypsy camp is. It includes soldiers, women, children, pots and pans of primitive domesticity, pet dogs, cats, lambs, goats and even parrots. The regulations allow the soldiers to take their families to war. Officers told me that the rule was one woman to every eight men, but if such a regulation exists it is for publication only. As many women go as want to?and when an army moves out from a large city the number of soldaderas is pretty likely to be more than one-third that of the soldados. And many of them have one or several children. From the days of the Montezumas, Mexican women have borne their part in war, and Mexico cannot imagine an effective army without its array of women camp followers. They forage for the army's food and cook it. They carry water to their men on the battlefield; they are the only nurses that the wounded have; frequently they march beside the weary soldiers carrying, not only the camp equipment, but their guns as well. They are brave, i a paueill, Ha ru wuirvuis aim laiuuui. Sometimes they are the legal wives of the men they accompany; more often their relations are for the campaign only. These soldaderas range in age from 12 or 15 years to 60 or more?the older women being, usually, the mothers of conscripts, who elect to follow their sons to the front. It may seem strange that women in such numbers undertake the dangers and hardships of a campaign, but life is cheaply held among the lower classes in Mexico, and hardships and fatigue are the common lot in peace or war. Besides these women plunder the dead on the battlefield, and pick up what they can on the march. A woman cooks for her own man as a matter of course. If she cooks for any others they pay her, and pay well. A successful campaign will frequently furnish capital with which to start a little shop or to attract a desirable permanent husband in civil life.? Leslie's Weekly. Modern Garden of Eden.?The perfect community has been found at last, and it is located, of all places in the world, in Kansas. It exists under the picturesque designation of Olathe, and one of its most eminent citizens is former Gov. John P. St. John, the man "who dried up Kansas" in 1880, and will be more generally recalled no a i?nn.timo Pmhihlflnn nnrtv pan dictate for president of the United States. Grape juice is the strongest beverage that is dispensed in Olathe; the town drunkard died many, many years ago. and the town Jail has been rented out as a garage, because no one breaks the law in Olathe, and for that reason there are no prisoners to put under lock and key. Boys are not allowed to smoke cigarettes, the curfew rings promptly at !* o'clock and on Sunday everything is closed except the sixteen churches. It is said that even these are not needed by the citizens, but are used to convert sinners from the neighboring towns. There may be some other unknown paradise located in some other part of the country that will compare with Olathe, but we doubt it.?Philadelphia Enquirer. Does Poetry Pay??A palatial touring car had attracted the attention of a vistior to Boston, and he asked his friend: "Who is the man seated in that large car?" The Bostonian glanced in the direction indicated and replied: "That is the poet laureate of a well known biscuit factory."?Kverybodys. THE CZAR A HERMIT Russia's Monarch Gradually Separating Himself from His People. Nicholas II. is having a new wall built to the north of Peterhof Park, where he dwells every summer, and he will shortly have the high gates of Tsarskoe Selo made still higher. These are signs and symbols of his latest hermit-like phase. At the new palace at Livadia, whence he recently returned, were other hermit Innovations, such as sound-proof doors in the west wing where he works, and for this he brought all the way from France the ! architect, Robert Chaudei. These operations mean that Nicholas II Is withdrawing more than ever from human life, and realizing his nickname given him by his subjects after the massacre of January, 1905, "Schimnik Nikolai," the hermit Nicholas. For three years Nicholas ventured only twice out of his palace cell, and then to St. Petersburg. Later he made some centenary Journeys, showing himself to few, and fugitive tours through Italy and Germany. This qualified return to the world got a bad check by the assassination in 1911 of Stolypin. Since then Nicholas has been more of a hermit than ever. When the Romanoff tercentenary was celebrated last year only a few thousand frightened subjects saw their autocrat's frightened face over the heads of the menacing soldiers. Now even the motorcar tours around the palace have been curtailed, and Tsarskoe Selo becomes more and more a monastery of gloomy people, who are allowed small communication with the outside world and who keep their mouths discreetly shut. Russians are reminded of Nicholas' hermit-like existence by the change in the command of the palace. Around Christmas died lieutenant General Diedulin, since 1906 palace commandant, who was once prefect of St. Petersburg, and before that was commandant of the gendermerle. Diedulin succeeded Trepoff. He played no role in politics, but he did more?he finally turned Nicholas Into a hermit. He made the monastic life bearable. Most of Nicholas' courtiers are sev re, timorous and ettiquette-ridden old men, who could no more Joke than ny. L<ire was auii. When Deidulin came this changed. The very human Diedulin told stories, organized games and theatricals, and made dull Nicholas happy. There was so much less temptation to go out into the big world. When Diedulin died, people said, "the czar's merry Jailer Is gone; now the monastery will open up." This has not happened. The monastery is more monastic than ever. Nicholas II.'s new palace commandant, nurse, and tyrant, is Major General Voyeikoff. Nobody knows much about General Voyeikoff except that he is a good looking sportsman and a very ideal soldier. He is the son-inlaw of Baron Frlederichs, minister of the court, and used to command the Ismailoff regiment. Three months ago, when the boy scouts or "Potieshniki," were disbanded because the political police feared they mLght turn revolutionaries, Nicholas ordered Vokeikoff to organize the national sports on a "safe," that is, a reactionary level. The church was to be asked to help. Voyeikoff did this very well, being a sportsman, not a bureaucrat. Then he was called to the palace to succeed Deidulin. For a fortnight Nicholas appeared daily in his motor car on the Tsarskoe Selo roads. This suddenly ceased. The "Okhrana" invented the usual revolutionary peril, and Nicholas retired to his cell. Diplomats, high officials, and the chiefs of the army regard the imperial seclusion as a scandal. Angriest of all are the diplomats. Some of them have been In St. Petersburg a whole decade. and during that decade there have been only two court entertainments. The levees, drawing rooms, and court balls have entirely ceased. St. Petersburg, once Europe's liveliest city, is now the dullest. Big nobles without official positions have taken to living in Moscow as the livelier town. This is reflected in the reports of the police building department, which show that since 1905 there have been seven times as many large villas and good class apartment houses put ud In Moscow as in St. Petersburg. High politics are seriously affected. Under Alexander III. and his predecessors, the foreign diplomats had opportunities of talking to the czar every week; and Bismarck, when ambassador at St. Petersburg, carried on his most Important negotiations with Alexander II. direct. Such a thing is no longer possible. Ministers also have cause of complaint. Twice during the present reign their opportunities of talking politics with the autocrat have been curtailed. Up to 1905 every minister had one weekly audience, when the czar was at St. Petersburg, or at either of his aiiKiifKon noioooo Ho vena further summoned for special audiences. After 1905 the weekly visit was all that was left. During the last year the weekly visits have been cut short. On the da>s appointed for audiences the czar's aide-de-camp telephones to the minister's quarters, asking if there is anything pressing, as if not, the audience may be delayed or a memorandum may be submitted, on the margin of which the czar will write his views. All this is the result of Nicholas' now chronic dislike of seeing the human face. When Minister of Education Sasso went to Tsarskoe Selo, immediately after the restaurant scandal, In which he was publicly boxed by two young men. he was not received. Sasso thought this was a hint to resign. In reality it meant that Nicholas was in one of his anti-human moods. Even Premier Goremykin was sometimes turned away. When Witte was premier he had audiences three times a week, and Stolypin had two weekly audiences. Now the head of the government contents himself with one weekly audience and with occasional telephone messages communicated by irresponsible underlings.?Philadelphia Ledger. 1W With the advent of the motorboat in Venice, during the last few years the number of gondolas has been steadily diminishing, and now it is reported that the gondoliers are about to lay down their oars and form themselves into a body of motorboatmen.