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A SUCK SCHEME.
A Great Many Women Gulled by
a Marriage Syndicate.
WERE EASY VICTIMS.
Three Thousand of Them Were Anxious
to Get Husbands. Some Qtieer
Finds From a Search of the Rooms
of James Williams. Alias James
Marshall, Who Was the Manager
of the Syndicate.
Many startling facts have been
brought to the surface by an examination
of the house in Philadelphia
used by the "Marriage Syndicate"
about which we published a short
article last week. Convinced by the
recent confession of James Matthias
Williams, alias James Marshall, the
head of the Brown street marriage
syndicate, that he is withholding
from them much of his past, the detectives
working on the case are
making a rigid investigation to uncover
rr.ore facts.
They believe that his career previous
to marrying "Teenie" Marshall,
to whom he confessed he was married
in St. Louis, November 14, 1902,
was one abounding with dark see
rets, and since the institution of his
marriage syndicate it has been none
the less full of adventure. The detectives
believe that Williams has
been married to many women in the
West.
With the object of verifying the
statement in the man's confession
that he was married to "Teenie"
Marshall in St. Louis, David Johnson,
superintendent of the Bryant Detective
Agency, has started for the
Western city. He expects to learn
more concerning Williams' career
after having worked on the case
there, and nas taken with him the
names and addresses of several hundred
of his St. Louis correspondents.
"I fully believe we have a second
Johanna Hoch in Williams," said Edward
Bryant, a detective. "Wealready
have a strong proof of crookedness
in his career, in addition to
the bigamy charge in this city. He
oifered the men who were taking
him to prison the other night $5,000
if they would let him escape."
Bryant, with a number of detectives,
has completed an exhaustive
search of the house at 5122 Brown
street, where the matrimonial game
was conducted. A number of letters'
from those in this state who joined !
the syndicate have been turned to
the postal authorities, and they will
comunnicate with the persons whose
names are on the letters, in order to
see what was the outcome of the
transaction. It is thought that other
marriages by Williams may be disclosed
by this means.
In a rear room on the second floor
were found a number of pieces of
supposed gold ore. They were in reality
bits of rock in which were imbedded
particles of gold leaf. At first
glance they might be mistaken for
ore from a gold mine. On a table
near the "ore" was a box of blank
certificates for stock in the "Monte
Christo" Mining company. One of
Marshall's boasts was that he owned
a gold mine in Montana, The detectives
believe that he used the ore and
the certificates to impress the gullible
women whom he intended to
marry.
Among other things found were
i. A-__ d d A- ? -
vwenvy-uve xiuicy vests, nine men s
hats, and no end of coats and trousers.
A bottle of hair dye was found
on a mantel. Several suit cases full
of clothes were found in the house,
as if the couple had made preparations
to jump quickly if taken by
surprise.
There are many curious missives
in the 3.000 letters received by the
syndicates. They came from every
section of the United States, principally
from the West and Mexico,
Canada, and far-away British Columbia.
There was hardly a newsEaper
of prominence in the country
ut published the syndicate's alluring
advertisement. The letters ran
the gamut from the sixteen-year-old
girl with blonde hair and blue eyes
to the widow of two-score years and
ten, with gray hair and plump appearance.
From the general run of the letters
it can be seen that most of the
victims were extremely anxious to
get a man with lots of money no i
matter how old he happened to be.
Manv of them showed refinempnt
and intelligence. Some of them were I
fine specimens of the ignorant and
flimsy character of their writes.
Some of them were giddy girls not
yet past twenty, who were lonely and
wanted a man who would be kind to
them. Among the letters are some
from men of business standing in
various cities. They fell such easy
victims to the advertisement that
they used their own business letterhead
paper on which to answer.
Nurses, matrons of hospitals, milliners,
dressmakers, boarding-school
girls, and women of leisure took a
chance in answering the advertisement.
Among every one of them
paid from $1 to $5 to join the syndicate.
The price they paid was marked
in ink on their letter after the
money was received.
One of the letters read:
"Sincere, 5122 Brown st., Philadelphia,
Pa.?I will be pleased to cor
respondent with. All the necessary
social advantages may be had. Let
me have your proposition, so that
your intentions may be known. Very
sincerely. Lock Box 183,
East Liberty Sta.. Pittsburg."
This letter was marked No. 48, and
the sender paid $2.
A poor working girl wrote:
"Dear Sir: By reading the?I have
seen that you desire to correspond,
and as I am an everyday working
girl, whether or not you object to
that I do not know, but have not
much time to go out. I would like
to correspond with you. I end my
jpaeg11 P'lfl
BEAUTY ALL AROUND.
The Story of ttio Plough Boy and |
a Mousa. *
The Thought That First Inspired
Burns and Gave the World a Great
Poet.
One day a boy, poor son of poverty-stricken
parents, was driving a
plow through the sterile soil of a
rocky field. The task was hateful to
him. He did not like to work, and
what manual labor he did was done
reluctantly. Only because his father
and all the children were compelled
to cultivate a wretched farm to
avoid starvation, was this boy found
on that bleak autumn day listlessly
holding a ramshackle outfit pulled by
a cadaverous horse. His body was
there but his thoughts were elsewhere
and his waking hours were
spent in bemoaning his miserable lot.
While in this frame of mind the
ploughshare ran through a mouse's
nest, from which the dazed occupant
fled in timid terror. This would
mean nothing to the ordinary plow
boy. Millions of them, before and
since, have turned up the nest of a
field mouse, have pursued and killed
the occupant and thought no more
about it.
Not so, this particular farm boy.
He thought much about it during the
rest of the day, and after he turned
out wearily for the day his thoughts
still dwelt upon the helpless creature
that had been ruthlessly deprived of
house and home and thrown upon
the charities of a cold and unfeeling
world. The result was a poem and
such a poem as had never before fallen
from the pen of man. The poor
farmer's boy put himself in the place
of the mouse and spoke to the world
from the mouse's standpoint. Infinite
was the pathos, profound the philosophy,
crowded into this brief composition.
It meant little to the
mouse, whose injury was beyond reEairing,
but it meant much for the
oy, nothing less than a crown of
fadeless immortality?
Much yet remains unsung and
though there is no longer a Burns to
sing the songs of nature, to extract
beauty from the humblest incidents
of farm life, the lesson he inculcated
has not lost its value. Real happiness
consists in seeing the charm of things
all around us. in appreciating the
sweets that are set before us, above
Q11 in t VlO fonwlftf ? *1- -
... .I.v KH.uil.jr Ui iucail?lll){ UIC
commonplace. We must not wait
for great events, spectacular occurrences,
for things to occur on a
grand scale. It is the ordinary that
happens every minute, every hour;
the extraordinary comes but seldom.
It is all there before the farmer, even
the humblest, much to be admired,
something to be appreciated at the
full.
If there was a poem in the frightened
mouse, why not in the crippled
gosling, the motherless calf, the
blooming flowers, the growing grain,
the lowing herds and the canticles of
the farmyard. "The kingdom of
heaven is without you" is the most
valuable of Christ's savings. If not
found there, it will not be found in
gorgeous cathedrals, in solemn temf>les
or in the mystic land of languid
onging. If we wait for to-morrow
it may never come; today, this minute,
is all that belongs to us. Daily
life is but a routine, the going over
and over of the same things. It will
surely become tiresome to those who
have not learned how to pluck beauty
from the wayside, how to continue
to love what is seen constantly on
every hand. The music is all there
if a harpist be present to touch the
oatt!O* O /AH* ? -? ? ' *?
?U1 uo, a iCW WIICB BU UIIK 111 U Window
being sufficient to extract from
the roving wind melodies worthy of
Mozart.
Blessed is the gift of extracting
good from everything and thrice
blessed the messages of encouragement
and comfort that are brought
by the faculty of appreciating the
common things around us. All are
not philosophers and all cannot be
poets, but every one can learn that
he has before him in substance all
that can be boasted by the richest.
Rockefeller's palace is no more to
him than the nest was to the mouse
and, more fortunate than the wealthiest
millionaire, the little rodent had
a Robert Burns to immortalize its
name in song. Though we may not
be able to sing, we are able to appreciate
the song when sung, and
after investigating the question from
all sides it will be found that herein
lies the secret of the much sought
happiness. It is before you, in the
rustle of the November leaves, the
sighing of the autumnal breezes, the
plaintive cries of departing birds and
the warmth that causes the children
to cluster around the family fireside.
Two more safe crackers have been
convicted and sent to the penitentiary
for ten years each. These convictions
were at Spartanburg. This
makes about a dozen or mere pickpockets
and safe crackers that are
serving time in the South Carolina
Penitentiary. This kind of treatment
will do more to rid the State of this
class of rascals than anything else.
Let the good work go on.
letter, awaiting a reply and wishing
you a merry Christmas. I remain."
Letter No. 30, from a man, was
marked $2. It read:
"My dear Lady: I am a traveling
salesman for a big firm in Chicago
and getting a salary of $50 a week.
1 am lonesome and would like to
marry. Write me about it. Yours
truly." (
Another letter read:
"Mr. E'.fierly Gentleman: I am (
sure I would like to meet you, but do
I have to go all the way to Philadel- ,
Shia, or will you come to the "Smoky ,
ity?"'
"Respectfully yours,
"Miss B. Marshall, ,
"Gen. Del., Piatsburg." |
Miffpp
A MAN EATER.
Hunters Story Of The Killing Of
A Dreaded Tiger,
HAPPENED IN INDIA.
Following the Trail of the Brute
Through an Indian Jungle in Company
With a Native Whose Wife it
Had Carried Off and Who Had
Gone Insane From Grief, and Who
Died With Jojr.
It was in India. I came out to
breakfast one morning and found a
chap hunkering on the veranda?
queer sort of nigger; never saw anything
like him before or since?Brood
deal of Bhil in him, I think, writes
Francis Campbell in the Westminister
Gazette. Anyhow, he came to
ask me if I'd go and shoot a man
man eater that had afflicted his village
for two months and carried off
twenty persons, the last two being
his own wife and sister. He was the
headman of the villiage. He had
come himself to make quite sure of
the sahib's hearing all about it. It
was a great tiger?very great and
and powerful?not old or mangry,
he would answer for it. He had seen
the tiger when it carried off his wife.
Ana all the while he talkee he kept
folding the ends of a piece of muslin
he wore across his body like a scarf
?a frayed, torn piece of stuff, just
the color of a wallflower, brownish
red. "Fifteen little ones and five
women hath this tiger killed out of
my people," he said. "Will my lord
come and slay it?" Well, I said, I'd
have a try, making up my mind, for
all he said, that it was both ancient
and mangy. Tigers don't take to
man eating till they've lost their
teeth. However, this particular
beast seemed to come it rather
strong, and I thought I'd like to pot
him. I got leave and we went off together,
the man showing me the way.
I soon spotted the fact that he was
mad?mad as a hatter. If the tiger
had taken his wife it had also taken
his brains; he was a bit creepy as a
travelling companion, and the oddest
part of his lunacy was to be forever
caressing that torn muslin thing he
wore?kissing it and stroking it and
talking to it as if the thing understood?and
all about "My Lord the
Tiger" and the sudden destruction
that was coming on him. When we
got to the village I didn't wonder he
was dotty.
He had been married only a week
and the wife was, according to the
village, a speckless beauty. They had
been promised to each other from
childhood and it had taken him nearly
all his life to save enough to buy
her?pretty hard luck. The tiger
came on them as they were drawing
water?came out of the jungle bek.VJ
4.1 1 4. 1. 1.1
iiuiu uiciii cuiu luuk. nit; woman, l/ne
lunatic had pursued it till brought
forcibly back by the villagers. How
is that for luck?a naked, unarmed
man against a tiger? I began to respect
my lunatic, and since he could
not fire a gun I gave him an Afghan
knife and showed him how to use it.
The first knight we had no luck.
The second night the brute drank
a mile below its usual place. But
early on the dawn of the third day
they came racing to tell us that the
tiger had carried away a man from
the well and had taken to the jungle.
The lunatic got out his knife and
wiped it. "To-day, Sahib," he said
quietly, "we shall kill him. I will
lead the way." How he picked up
the track through the jungle I don't
know; but he did. Then we lost it,
but found it again in the river bed
and followed it upward for about a
mile, the stream growing thinner and
and the bed narrower, till at last it
disappeared and we had to 1> urst our
way through vines and bamboo grass
over a ladder of red hot stones.
The lunatic was dripping from
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but he never ceased to taunt the invisible
tiger, as if it were already
dead?harking back to its remote ancestry
and mocking at the virtues of
tigresses dead a thousand years ago.
and all the time fingering that end
of brown muslin. Suddenly we came
into a little level where the now dried
up stream poured over a ledge of
rock, hollowed out beneath into a
narrow cave, cool and shadowy. And
there, crouched to spring?my Lord
the Tiger. I felt him coming and had
just time to fling myself aside. Blest
if I didn't go rolling down over the
water smoothed stones into the cave
and arrived with my right hand
clutching the gun outflung beside
me. Why it didn't go off is a mysteay.
1 just had time to aim when my
Lord crashed back, his spring having
landed him among the bamboos. The
lunatic was making such a fiendish
row with two flat stones, shrieking
and bellowing simultaneously, that
the brute in the strong sunlight was
dazed?and furious, of course?and
made for his liar, open mouthed and
snarling. I was standing right in the
entrance when he came at me. I put
the charge down his throat. He came
on at me, but I expected him to
drop. He didn't. He mauled my
arm pretty badly before then.
When I came to I was propped up
against the bank, dripping wet. The
lunatic must have flown, for the water
was a good bit behind us, and
the tiger was still twitching. He was
sitting before it among the stones,
calling it every name in his iang^iage
that was bad. I can curse a bit myself
when it is necessary, but that
chap was a genius in this particular
line; he didn't leave that tiger a
shred of reputation to stand on.
When he paused to take breath I got
up and investigated. He was a young
tiger, and in splendid condition, but
one eye had been shot away, and all
the teeth on one side of his jaw. I
suppose that was why he had taken '>
to man eating. I mentioned to the
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So.
The men who are making the best
success in life today are the men who
are keeping their "forgeteries" in
good running order.
Disagreeable things remembered
clog the machinery of life and prevent
progress.
Men who remember indignities
and insults invariably become Drooders
over their wrongs. Their minds
are hatcheries of discontent and peevishness,
with which none can hope
to rise to great heights.
Balloonists tell us that the higher
they rise above the earth the stronger
the optic nerve seems to become,
and they are better able to discover
the proper relationships of things
below. The higher a man rises in his
ability to forget disagreeable things
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has more sweets than bitter wrapt
up within it.
The ability to forget is no less
great than the ability to remember.
Doubtless it is true that none forget
"forever and for aye," but it certainly
is true that the remembrance
of the bitter is softened and sweetened
by heroic souls who are determined
to live in today and tomorrow
rather than in the past. If men can
train their memories so that noble
verse or splendid music is perpetually
in their minds outside the hours
of their business, it is also true that
they send to the limbo of the unre-1
garded the disagreeable experiences '
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choice fruit from the tree of life. I
Sterling witnesses to the truth J
that men can forget their grievances1
are the books that have been written
in jails by noble martyrs for what i
they believed to be the truth.
Forgetting how the Atheniaus had
mistreated him, Socrates in the dingy i
dungeon of Athens, perfects his'
time-defraying Doctrine of Immortality.
Resolving not to brood over the injustice
with which he has been treat-,
ed, Galileo, in prison confined, makes
his prison cell a schoolroom, an as-[
tronomer's chart room, and sends
forth his theories that stand the
lunatic that I would like him skinned
immediately, and that wrought a
curious change in him.
"Oh, Sahib, no!" he protested,
"this is my wife?my sister." He
threw his arms around the bleeding
brute and began calling it by every
endearing name he could think of,
caressing it, embracing if Then all
at once he took off the piece of brown
muslin and kneeling in front of the
dead tiger he spread it out, as one
might spread something precious be-1
fore a woman or a child. I
"Oh, pearl of the world?my beloved!"
he cried. "See?I have
brought thee thy veil." j
Suddenly he dipped it in the gush- ]
ing blood and spread it out again. '
"As I promised thee, beloved," he
added softly, "I have not slept, nor
eaten, nor rested tell I have * wetted
it with the blood of thy slayer, even |
as he wetted it with thine." * I
I can stand a good deal, but some-'
how that finished me. I left him
there with the dead animal and got' j
back, pretty sick with my arm to the ' j
village, thinking all the time of that I
chap's endurance and patience. It'<
gave me cold creeps to think that I 1
had ran him mercilessly for nearly 11
a week, and all that time, as I had ' i
not the slightest doubt, he had neith-1 >
er tasted food or drink nor closed 1
his eyes?just subsisted on the cer-,
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The villagers went out to fetch' i
him in. He was lying with his arms <
around the tiger's neck?dead. I
I didn't take the skin. t
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\V. L. liOviugKood Charged With
Tampering With Couches
W. L. Lovinggood, collored, mail
messenger at the Orangeburg postofflce,
was arrested Tuesday on a warrant
sworn out by PostofTlce Inspector
J. H. Irving, charged with cutting
mail pouches. Lovinggood's duties
are to take the mall to and from the
trains, and itjs understood that several
tmes during March the locked
pouches which contain letters and
other valuable mail were delivered
at the postofTlce cut, showing that
they had been tampered with.
The postoffice authorities in Washington
were notified and Inspector
Irvin assinged the case. It is not
known what evidence the inspector
holds, or whether any valuable mall
was taken from the cut pouches, but
these facts will doubtless come out
at the preliminary hearing which
United States Commissioner Robert
Lde fixed for April 26. Whether the
bags were cut on the train or after
they left the train is the question.
lovinggood bears a good reputation,
and has been mail carrier between
the postoffice and the various
trains for several years. This is the
first time that any suspicion was ever
thrown on him. and there are many
who do not believe that he is guilty
of the crime charged against him. If
he wanted to rob the mails he could
have done so wihout cutting a mall
bag as he is in and out of the post
iMui-t! hi an uours 01 me a.iy ann
night. Lovinppood was balled and is
now out. Postmaster Webster reported
the matter as soon as he discovered
it and had the matter Investigated
with the above result.
test of the longest and latest research
of modern astronomy.
Forgetting the indignities he had
received at the hands of the English
Crown, Bunyan gives to the world
his immortal allegory, which has been
translated into all known tongues
and dialects, and has a circulation
second only to the English Bible.
Forgetting his blindness and his
poverty, Milton gives us "Paradise
Lost."
Determined that his life shall not
be embittered by harsh treatment
received at the hands of his enemies,
Cervantes gives play to his delicate
wit and shafts of humor, and roams
with Don Quixote and Sancho Panzo
the world around.
Epictetus, as a slave boy, was
maimed for life by the cruelty of the
master to whom he had been sold.
Asked if he could be happy with a
lame leg, he replied: "Do you think
that because my soul happens to have
one lame leg that I am to find fault
with God's universe?" Is it any wonder,
with a spirit like that, he should
rise above sordid, morbid, memories
and come to be one of the world's
U r*0 T r* nttrv\mmrv nn V>n
uici t iicai u>; 111 ouiuunii^ up tuv
story of that noble life, Browning,
the poet says: "This is his epitaph:
Epictetus, a slave mained in his body,
a beggar through poverty and dear
to the immortals.
Suppose some one has slandered
you, forget it. You are too big a
soul to feed your though on rehashed
slander.
Suppose you have been treated
with injustice by niggardly men, who
are unable to see great vistas in life,
forget it. Man's inhumanity to man
is proverbial. The years will reveal
the true character of your work.
Suppose scheming politicians have
succeeded for the time in undermining
your work, forget it. If you
have built on foundations of truth,
and honestly performed your work,
it will stand eternal.
Ah, friends! Life is too short to
cherish the mean things. Too short
to brood over unkind words. Too
big with opportunity for splendid
achievements to grieve over the
wrongs and injustices which seem to
be your portion.
In the garden of your life plant
osemary trees, whose perfume and
lower will sweeten not alone your
>wn remembrances, bu? be ?v t>* for h
>y the winds of truth to brignten
md beautify other lives.
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cure anyone If they persist in using
Hancock's Liquid Sulphur, accord
ing to directions. nutier tuagar.'
A throwing Evil.
One of the many growing evils of
this country today is the city department
store. In our town, where we
have the best of stores, the most
honorable of merchants, and where
goods are sold at a margin so small
as not to afford a respectable living
to our business men, thousands of
dollars are annually sent to the department
stores of our great cities.
Farmers expect our merchants to
pay them a good price for butter,
eggs and poultry', for their cabbage,
potatoes, beans and tomatoes,
and some of them we are sorry to
say then take the money received
from our home merchants and
send it to a city department store,
There is neither economy or profit
in such a manner of doing business.
You can write it down in your hat,
that as a rule, the city department
store is a swindle. Our citizens who
patronize them should be compelled
to ship what they have to sell to
them. There is not a business man
in our town who will not duplicate
their prices for the same'quality of
goods, and he who turns down his
home merchants to patronize these
fakirs is killing the goose that lays
the golden egg.
The Formers Are Kich.
The Aiken Recorder says: "The
Times and Democrat of last Thursday
publisher! the statements of 15
state banks, situated in 10 different
towns in Orangeburg county, showing
deposits amounting to $1,.'I64,427.GO.
This is a good lot of money
and shows a prosporeus condition.
And what is true of Orangeburg is
true of every county in the state.
The farmers are in a more prosperous
condition now than they have
been at any time since 1861." We
agree with the Record that the farm
ers are doing well. The inflation ol
prices does not hurt them as it does
those of us who are not farmers. The I
reason for this is the farmers raise '
much of what they eat, while the
balance of us have to buy what we
eat; and at the present high prices
it takes about all we get to pay for
it.?The Times and Democrat.
John Temple Graves, John L. McLaurin,
and all men who agree with
them politically, should not pose as
Democrats any longer. They are Republicans
and should go where they I
belong.
Sheriff Martin, of Charleston,
has called together all the magistrates
of his bailiwick to take active and
drastic measures for cleaning the
city of blind tigers. How times have
changed since the days when Chicco
and others were permitted to have
their own sweet way!
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