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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
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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
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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
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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,
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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.