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"TEM wind was growing stronger. 'Tho teeeses fanned the night into a rash of ?"aivery coolness. Constant flickerings o? lightning illuminated the forest, transforming the treetops into great &lack waves. Tall reeds along the riv or bank began to bend their tops, to ?swing themselves gently to and from -<he wind. In the lowlands down from the cave will-o'-the-wisps played tag .with jack-o'-lanterns, merrily scamper? ing about In the blackness, remind? ing her of the revelers In a famous Brocken scene. Low moans grew out of the havoc, and voices seemed to ?peak in unintelligible whispers to the ?gitated twigs and leaves. The se -crets of the wind were being spread upon the records of the night Tales of many climes passed through the oars of Nature. From gentle undulations the marsh? land reeds swept into lower dips, -danced wilder minuets, lashed each other with infatuated glee, mocking the whistle of the wind with an angry ?wish of their tall bodies. Around the oornkes of the Inn of the Hawk and Baven scurried the singing breezes, re? luctant to leave a playground so pleas? ing to the fancy. Soon the night be >came a caldron, a surging, hissing, .roaring receptacle , in which were mix "?ng the ingredients of disaster. Night -birds Happed * through the moaning treetops in search of shelter; reeds were flattened to the earu* bowing to I 'She saw him throw his arms aloft. She sovereignty of the wind; clouds roared with the rumble of a million ?c&ariots. and then the sky and the earth met In one of those savage con? cill?is that make all other warfare seem as play. As Beverly sank back from the crash ?he saw him throw his arms aloft as though inviting the elements to mass themselves and their energy upon his bead. She shrieked involuntarily, and fee heard the cry above the carnage. Ixzstantly his face was turned in her -jcDrection. '*Eelp! Help!" she cried. He bound <ed toward the swishing robes and blanket?, but his impulse had found a xxval 'in the blast. Like a ?ash the walls o? the guest chamber were whisked .-?way, scuttling off into the night or ?aek into the depths of the cavern. With the deluge came the man. From anmimg the stifling robes he snatched 3?r np and bore ber away, she knew sot whither. CHAPTER VI. AY all storms be as pleasant as this one!" Beverly heard some one say with a merry laugh. The next instant she ^eas placed soundly upon her feet A hSnding nash of lightning revealed Bal? dos, the goat hunter, at her side, while IL dozen shadowy. figures were scram fcfing to their feet in all corners of the Hawk and Raven. Some one was oZntehing her by the dress at the knees. She did not have to look down to know ttet it was Aunt Fanny. .^Goodness!" gasped Beverly, and then it was pitch dark again. The man at her side called out a command in his Ofwo language and then turned his face olose to hers. ..Do not be alarmed. We are quite safe now. The royal bedchamber has come to grief, however, I am sorry to ?ay. What a fool I was not to have ioreseen all this! The storm has been brewing since midnight,*' be was say? ing to her. .'Isn't it awful?" cried Beverly be? tween a doan and a shriek. "They are trifles after one gets used to them." i-e said. 4'I have come to be quite at home in the tempest. There axe other thing* much more annoying, I assure your highness. We shall have fights In a moment" Even as he spoke two or three lanterns began to flicker feebly. "Be quiet Aunt Fanny, you are not "killed at all," commanded Beverly ?ju-ts firmly. "De house is suah to blow down, iUss-yo' highness." groaned the trusty "maidservant Beverly laughed bravely but nervously with the tall goat hunter. He at once set about making his guest ?comfortable and secure from the ef ?tests of the tempest which was now at its freight Her couch of cushions was dragged far back into the cavern and "ie res*: !. . ukets, though drenched, ?beeam? a screen. ?8K?5?*fc gas/mm^s f 55c3fe^<? fi IB GEORGE BARR ?| ]\ M SCUTCHEON, ggfl ? 5?5g.5s Author of-GmosUrk- ?~v..*'ti Em cowriflM. woe. by Dodd. :;.:;:v;\^ .**.*.. ."t.** *? ..;**.* * ..".*-.".."?."-?-.". vi*?*.? . * ."? '. PK 't.***'*".* *^--*-. .".* ..*.. *.?.*- : ?l:*.*...*..^^* . . . .?[ '.'Do "you^m?gm?- that I'm going in there while this storm rages?" Beverly demanded as the work progressed. "Are you not afraid of lightning? Most young women are." .That's the trouble. I am afraid of lt I'd mueh rather stay out here where there is company. You don't mind, do your '.'Paradise cannot be spumed by one who now feels its warmth for the first time," he said gallantly. "Your fear is my delight Pray sit upon our throne. It was once a humble carriage pail of leather, but now it is exalted. Besides, it ls much more comfortable than some of the gilded chairs we hear about" "You are given to irony, I fear," she said, observing a peculiar smile on his lips. "I crave pardon, your highness," he said humbly. "The heart of the goat hunter is more gentle than his wit I shall not again forget that you are a princess and I the veriest beggar." *T didn't mean to hurt youl" she cried in consternation, for she wa3 a very poor example of what a princess ls supposed to be. "There is no wound, your highness/'' he quickly said. With a mocking grace that almost angered her he dropped to his knee and motioned for her to be seated. She sat down suddenly, clap? ping her hands to her ears and shut? ting her eyes tightly. The crash of thunder that came at that instant was the most fearful of all, and it was a full minute before she dared to lift her lids again. He was standing before her, and there was genuine compassion In his face. "Ifs terrible," he said. "Never before have I seen such a storm. Have courage, your highness. It can last but little longer." "Goodness!" said the real American girl, for want of something more ex? pressive. "Your servant has crept Into your couch, I fear. Shall I sit here at frour feet? Perhaps you may feel a small sense of security if I" "Indeed, I want you to sit there," she cried. He forthwith threw him? self upon the floor of the cave, a graceful, respectful guardian. Minutes went by without a word from e'ther. The noise of the storm made lt im- j possible to speak and be heard. Scat- j tered about, the cavern were his out-^ stretched followers.- doubtless asleep once more__in._aH Jhis_tuJ7ni0ii?_^Wi^h the first lull in the war of the ele? ments Beverly gave utterance to the bought that long had been struggling for release. "Why do you wear that horrid black patch! over your eye?" she asked, a trifle timidly. He muttered a sharp exclamation sud clapped his hand to his eye. For the first time since the beginning of their strange acquaint? anceship Beverly observed downright confusion in this debonair knight of the wilds. "It has-has slipped off," he stam? mered, with a guilty grin. His merry insolence was gone, his composure with it Beverly laughed with keen enjoyment over the discomfiture of the shame faced vagabond. 'Ton can't fool me!" she exclaimed, shaking her finger at him in the most unconventional way. "It was intend? ed to be a disguise. There is abso? lutely nothing the matter with your j eye." He was speechless for a moment re? covering himself. Wisdom is conceiv? ed in silence, and he knew this. Vaga? bond or gentleman, he was a clever actor. "The eye is weak, your highness, and I cover it In the daytime to protect lt from the sunlight" he said coolly. .That's all very nice, but it looks to be quite as good as the other. And what is more, sir. you are not putting the patch over the same eye that wore lt when I first saw you. It was the left eye at sunset Does the trouble transfer after dark?" He broke into an honest laugh and hastily moved the black patch across his nose to the left eye. "I was turned around in the dark? ness, that's all," he said serenely. "It belongs over the lefi eye, and I am deeply grateful to you for discovering the error." "I don't see any especial reason why you should wear it after dark, do you? There ls no sunlight I'm sure." "I am dazzled, nevertheless," he re torted. "Fiddlesticks!" she said. 'This is a cave, not a drawing room." 'In other words, I am a lout and not a courtier." he smiled. "Well, a lout j may look at a princess. We have no court etiquette in the h?ls, I am sorry to say." 'That wa*; rery unkind, even though you said i: -i bec??ningly.*" she pro- ; teated. "You have called this pai? a throne. Let us also imagine that you i are a courtier." "You punish me m<.st gently, your j highness. I shall not forget my man- | ners again, believe me." He seemed j thoroughly subdued. '.Then I shall expect you to remove that ho'Tid black thing. It is positive? ly villainous. You look much better without it." '.Is it an edict or a compliment?" he asked, - -th such deep gravity that ?ho fins! ?ed. "It is neither," she answered. "You don't have to lake it off unless you right. It serves as a partial disguise. I have many enemies and the black patch is a very good friend." "How perfectly lovely,'' cried Bev? erly. "Tell me all about it. I adore stories about feuds and all that." "Your husband is an American. He should be able to keep you well enter? tained with blood-and-thunder stories," said he. "My hus- What do yon- Oh. yes!" gasped Beverly. "Tp be sure. I didn't hear you, I guess. That was rather a severe clap of thunder, wasn't it?" "Is that also a command?" "What do you mean?" "There was no thunderclap, yon know." "Oh, wasn't there?" helplessly. "The storm is quite past There ls still a dash of rain in the air, and the wind may be dying hard, but aside from that I think the noise is quite sub? dued." "I believe you are right How sud? den it all was." "There are several hours between this and dawn, your highness, and you should try to get a little more sleep. Your cushions_are dry and" "Very well, since you are so eager to get rid of - began Beverly, and then stopped, for it did not sound partic? ularly regal. "I should have said, you are very thoughtful. You will call me tl T sleep late?" "vVe shall start early, with your per? mission. It is forty miles to Ganlook, and we must be half way there by nightfall." "Must we spend another night like this?" cried Beverly dolefully. "Alas, I fear you must endure us an? other night I am afraid, however, we shall not find quarters as comfortable as those of the Hawk and Raven." "I didn't mean to be ungrateful and -er- snippish," she said, wondering if he knew the meaning of the word. "No?" he said politely, and she knew he did not, whereupon she felt dis? tinctly humbled. "You know you speak such excellent English," she said irrelevantly. He bowed low. As he straightened his figure, to his amazement, he be-' held an agonizing look of horror on her face, her eyes riveted on the mouth of the cavern. Then there came an an? grier sound, unlike any that had gone before in mat night of turmoil. "Look there! Quick!" The cry of terror from the girl's palsied lips as she 'pointed to some? thing behind him awoke the mountain man to instant action. Instinctively he snatched his long dagger from its sheath and turned quickly. Not twen? ty feet from them a huge catlike beast stood half crouched on the edge of the darkness, his long tail switching angrily. The feeble light from the depth of the cave threw the long, wa? ter soaked visitor into bold relief against the black wall beyond. Appar? ently he was as much surprised as the two who glared at him, as though frozen to the spot A snarling whine, a fierce growl, indicated his fury at finding his shelter, his lair, occupied. "My God! A mountain lion! Ra vone! Franz! To me!" he cried hoarse? ly, and sprang before her shouting loudly to the sleepers. A score of men, half awake, grasp? ed their weapons and struggled to their feet In answer to his call. The lion's gaunt body shot through the air. In two bounds he was upon the goat hunter. Baldos stood squarely and firmly to meet the rush of the mad I dened beast his long dagger poised for the death dealing blow. "Run!" he shouted to her. Beverly Calhoun had fighting blood in her veins. Utterly unconscious of her action at the time, she quickly drew the little silver handled revolver from the pocket of her gown. As man, beast and knife came together, in her excite? ment she fired recklessly at the com? batants without any thought of the imminent danger of killing her protect? or. There was a wild scream of pain from the wounded beast more pistol Shots, fierce yells from the excited hunters, the rush of feet and then the terrified andalmost frantic girl stag? gered and fen against the rocky wail. Her wide gray eyes were fastened upon the writhing lion, and the smok? ing pistol was tightly clutched in her hand. It had all occurred In such an in? credibly short space of time that she could not yet realize what had hap? pened. Her heart and brain seemed para? lyzed, her limbs stiff and immovable. Like the dizzy whirl of a kaleidoscope, the picture before her resolved itself Into shape. The beast was gasping his last upon the rocky floor, the hilt of the goat hunter's dagger protruding from his sida Baldos, supported by two of his men, stood above the 'savage victim, his legs covered- with blood. The cave was full of smoke and the smell of powder. Out of the haze she began to see the light of understanding. Baldos aione was injured. Ile had stood be? tween her and the rush of the lion, and he had saved her at a cost sue knew not how great "Oh, the blood!" she cried hoarsely. "Is lt-is it-are you badly hurt?" She was at his side, the pistol falling from lier nervous fingers. "Don't come near me. I'm all righ'tf he cried quickly. "Take care-your dress." '.Oh. [*m so glad to hear you speav,: i Never mind tbs dress! You are torc ! to pieces! You must be frightfully hurt. Oh, isn't it terrible-horrible! Aunt Fanny! Come here this minute:" j Forgetting the beast and throwing off the paralysis of fear, she pushed one of the men a %vay and grasped rr-.e arm of the injured man. He winced perceptibly, and she felt, something warm and sticky on her hands. She | knew it was blood, but it was noi n her tc shrink at a moment like Ulis. '.Yuur arm too!" she gasped. He ; smiled, although Iiis face was wbVte wiih pain. "How brave you were! Voa mi ht have been-I'll never forget it-never! Don't stand there, Aust ? mv' . ... * (J I thOSC . ' ?.'/-iS 1 for h..il. Li? S ?itL.c. j In lier excitement she- fired reckless^ "Good Lawd!" was all the old wan? an could say, but she obeyed her mis? tress. "It was easier than it looked, your highness," murmured Baldos. "Lack was with me. The knife went to his heart I am merely scratched. His leap was short, but he caught me above the knee with his claws. Alas, .your highness, these trousers of mine were bad enough before, but now they are in shreds. What patching ? shall have to do! And you may well imagine we are short of thread and needles aad thimbles." "Don't jest for heaven's sake! Dosa't talk like that Here! Lie down upon these cushions and" "Never! Desecrate the couch of Granstark's ruler? I, the poor goat hunter? I'll use the lion for a pillow and the' rock for an operating table. In ten minutes my men can have these scratches dressed and bound-in fact there is a surgical student among them, poor fellow. I think I am his first pa? tient. Ravone, attend me." He threw himself upon the ground and calmly placed his head upon the body of the animal. "I insist upon your taking these cushions," cried Beverly. "And I decline irrevocably." She stared at him in positive anger. 'Trust Ravone to dress these trifling wounds, your highness. He may not be as gentle, but he is as firm a? anj prin? cess in all the world." "But your arm?" she cried. "Didn't you say it was your legs? Your arm is covered with blood too. Oh, dear ma, I'm afraid you are frightfully wound? ed." "A stray bullet from one of my men struck me there, I think. -You know there was but little time for "aiming" .Wait! Let rr." think a minute! j Good Leavens" she exclaimed, with a I start. Her eyes were suddenly filled with tears, and there was a break ia j her voice. "I shot yon! Don't deny it | -don't! It is the right arm, and your men could not have hit it from where they stood. Oh, oh, oh!" Baldos smiled as he bared his arm. "Your aim was good," he admitted. "Had not my knife already been in the lion's heart your bullet would have gone there. It is my misfortune that my arm was in the way. Besides, your highness, it has only cut through the skin, and a little below, perhaps. It will be well in a day or two. I am sure you will find your bullet in the carcass of our lamented friend, the probable owner of this place." Ravone, a hungry looking youth, took charge of the wounded leader, while her highness retreated to the farthest corner of the cavern. There she sat and trembled while the "wounds were being dressed. Aunt Fanny bustled back and forth, first unceremoniously pushing her way through the circle of men to take observations and then re? porting to the impatient girl. The storm had passed, and the night was still except fer the rush of the river. Raindrops fell now and then from the trees, glistening like diamonds as they touched the light from the cavern's mouth. It was all very dreary, uncan? ny and oppressive to poor Beverly. Now and then she caught herself sobbing, more out of shame and humiliation than in sadness, for had she not shot the man who stepped between her and death? What must he think of her? "He says yo' all'd bettah go to bald, Miss Bev-yo' highness," said Aunt Fanny after one of her trips. "Oh, he does, does he?' sniffed Bev? erly. 'Til go to bed when I please. Tell him so. No, no-dont do It Aunt Fanny! Tell him I'll go to bed when I'm sure he Is qnite comfortable, not before." "But he's j'?s' a goat punchen er a" "He's a man, if there ever was one. Don't let me hear you call him a goat puncher again. How are his legs?" Aunt Fanny was almost stunned by this amazing question from her ever decorous raistress. 'Why don't you answer? Will they have to be cut off? Didn't you see them?" 'To' de Lawd's sake, missy, co'se Ah did, but yo' all kindon susprise me. Dey's p'etty bad skun up, missy; de hide's peeled up cousid'ble. But hit uln' dang'ous, no, ma'am-jes* skuu; 'at's all." "And his arm-where I shot him?" "Puffec'lj triflin*. ma'am-yo* high- ? ness. Cobwebs *d stop de bleedin', an' Ah tole 'em so. but 'at feilen couldn' un'stan' me. Misten What's-his-name, he says somethin' to de docteh, an* den dey goes afteh de cobwebs, suah *nough. 'Tain' Weedin' no rao', missy. He's mostos neah doin' ve'y fine. Co'se ne cain' walk ?o' sev'l days wiv dum , laigs o' his'n, but"- ! "Then, in heaven's 'lame, how are j we to get to Edelweiss*;" j "He c'n ride, cain't he? Wna's to j hind.-h him ?" i J Quite ri.Lrht. He shall ride inside the ! coach. G<> and seo if I can do any thing for him." I ?ttes? ' ? "He says yo'll do bini a great favoh if yo' jes' go to baid. Ile sends his 'sheets an* hopes yo' slumbeh won' be distabbed ag'in." "He's a perfect brute!" exclaimed Beverly, but she went over and crawl? ed under the blankets and among the cushions the wounded man had scorn? ed. [TO XS ooimxiTZBj PISGAH NOTES AND COM3IENT. Farmers Planting Oats-Cotton all . Sold. Pisgah, Nov. 21.-The crops are all gathered and oat planting isgoin on to a limited extent. Not as much be? ing sown as should be. A good deal of sickness is preva? lent, mostly colds and some pneu? monia. The rise in cotton will help but a few. The people have sold as fast as it was' gathered, and applied it to their debts. I know of no case where white people have shipped their cot? ton and not applied it to their debts, and whether it has paid their obliga? tions or not that is all they could do. Our white people are honest as a class and there is no question about it, but no man can make two dollars pay four dollars, and pay one hundred cents on the dollar. South Carolina paid a fine tribute to the memory of Hampton yesterday. Belated trains kept a large number from joining in the parade. Old and young were present to honor the hero of '64 and '76. The immense crowd paid good attention to what was said. The prayer of Bishop Capers was fine. The speech of Mr. Morgan in present? ing the statue to the governor, and his acceptance on the part of the State did honor to both gentlemen. Gen. Butler spoke about one hour and twenty-five minutes. It was a fine tribute to Hampton as a soldier and citizen. At its close 17 cannon were fired over his grave. Senator Man? ning read a ?ne poem. The band played and ' young ladies sang the '"Bonnie Blue Flag. Dismissed by Bishop Capers. The crowd was large-way up in the thousands. .Good order prevail? ed all through the exercises. Lunch was given to a large number. The statue is very life like and in erecting it the State did nothing but her duty. Now for one to honor Gen. Sumter, with appropriate ceremonies. The old hero deserves a good one to his memory. We hope Mr. Lever can get the appr opriation through con? gress to erect . Deafness Cannot Be Cured by local applications, as they cannot reach the diseased portion of the ear. There is only one way to cure deaf? ness, and that is by constitutional remedies. Deafness is caused by an inflamed condition of the mucous Im? ming of the Eustachian Tube. When this tube is inflamed you have a rum? bling sound cr imperfect hearing, and when it is entirely closed, deafness ls the result, and unless the inflamms,-11 tion can be taken out and this tube restored to its normal condition, hear? ing will be destroyed forever; nine cases out of ten are caused by ca? tarrh, which is nothing but an inflam? ed condition of the mucous surfaces. We will give $100 for any case of deafness (caused by catarrh) that cannot be cured by Hall's Catarrh Cure. Send for circulars free. F. J. Cheney & Co., Toledo, O. Sold by druggists, 75c. Take Hall's Family Pills for consti? pation. Old Caroline Henderson, who was convicted Wednesday of violating the dispensary law and sentenced to pay a fine or spend 30 days in jail, has skipped. The sentence was suspend? ed and she took advantage of the op? portunity to hit the road. She is the mother of John Henderson, who is now under death sentence ftp mur? der and is herself charged with con? spiracy to aid persons to break jail. Mrs. Hortense Morgan, an aged widow, living in Cherokee eounty, was murdered Tuesday. Her throat was cut from ear to ear and several hundred dollars stolen from her per? son. Tom Harris, white, has been ar? rested on suspicion. A bloody knife was found in his pocket and there was blood on his clothes. Tom Harris, the man who is ac? cused of murdering Mrs. Morgan in Cherokee county, has been taken to i-'partanburg for safe keeping. A pe? tition has been sent to Governor Key? word asking for an immediate trial at a special term of court. E. D. Childers, a brother-in-law of Harris, lias been arrested as an accomplice. . KILL THE COUGH ANO CURS THE LUNGS S- - === Pfc Eft* 9 OMSU^PTiOri Price O'JGHSand 50c&$?.C0 ? ("OLDS Free Triai. | Surest and Quickest -'Jure fox ali fj g THROAT and IiUNG TRO^JB- | ? T~~. cr Ir " "EY ?LICx. y French Forests a Warning. The forested mountains of France were in the way of complete denuda? tion before 1860. Their mighty sponges of roots, deciduous deposits, and under-growth which regulated the flow of the French rivers at their springs were exposed, dried, and, tak? ing fire, were destroyed. Heavy down? pours washed away the disinegrated mountain soils, which filled the river beds and checked navigation. Pro? ductive land became barren. There was a dearth of lumber. The cities with their large manufacturing in? terests were punished with torrential floods and droughts, and the punish? ment increased recurrently. The French Government at last seriously bestirred itself. It appropri? ated $15,000,000 to purchase 400,000 acres of the deforested area; it has incurred for forty years an annual ex? penditure of $600,000 for reforesta? tion, and it must yet acquire an ad? ditional tr?.ct at a cost of $20,000,000. The State-owned forest bf France will remain for many years non-product? ive. Our Government will profit, though tardily, by the experience of France. The great Eastern forest brows of the White Mountains and of the Southern Appalachian chain are a public sacrifice to the ephemeral needs of their private owners; in the latter division 30 per cent, of first growth trees have been cut, and 70 per cent, in New Hampshire. Already gales of fire sweep the open spaces of the cut-over districts. Floods pour uncontrollably down the barren decli? vities into the manufacturing towns, bearing with them bridges, dams, and mills, destroying public roads and fertile bottom lands, and filling nav? igable streams with silt. The flood damage in the Southern Appalachian region amounted in a single year to $10.000,000; $7,000,000 is its average annual loss. In Nev/ England the fa? mous water-power streams are each dry season running lower, and in the flood season becoming dangerously unmanageable. The bill setting aside the two Nat? ional Eastern reserves would intro duce practical forestry protection in the New England watershed-800. 000 acres-from which flow its five principal rivers, namely, the Con? necticut, the Merrimac, th a Ancros coggin, the Sac?, and the Piscataqua. with their important tributaries and enormous water powers; a..I in uh?5 Appalachian Mountains 4.000,000 acres, situated at the head-waters cf the James, the Roanoke, the Tadkin. the Catawba, the two Broads, the Saluda, and the Chatccga: thc Coosa and Chattahoochee, and the ?Canawha and the Tennessee-this tvaiershed receiving the heaviest rainfall east of the Sierras. The bill asks a beggarly appropria? tion of $3,000,000. The forests it would protect are still productive. They will pay the expense of main? tenance, and in a few years yield a profit. The bill has passed the Sen rate. Shall the last session of the Fifty ninth Congress see it rejected?-New York Herald. N. Y. CENTRAL HEAVILY FINED ^For Granting Rebates to the Sugar Trust. INew York, Nov. 22.-Eighteen thousand dollars was today assessed against the New York Central Rail roadj by Judge Holt in the federal court on the charge following an in? dictment finding the road guilty of granting rebates to the sugar trust. THE UNWRITTEN LAW. Delaware Judge Fines a Man $20 for j Shooting Another. ? Washington, Del., Nov. 22.-Upon the plea of the ' "unwritten law," Wil? liam T. Henderson, who on Tuesday night shot Nathaniel Hutchinson four times, nearly causing his death, got off with a fine of $20, or about $5 apiece for the bullets, before Judge Cochran. Hutchinson had boasted, it was alleged, about being intimate with Henderson's wife. BISHOP CANDLER ATTACKED. Prominent Methodist Ministe. Accuses Him of Being a Dangeroe-. Dicta? tor. Milcdgeville. Ga., Nov. -3.-Rev. Thomas C. Batterson, the pastor of the First Methodist church, of Dalton, Ga., created a sensation in conference here today, resigning, in a letter at taeking Bishop Warron Candler, now in Asia, saying "that the Bishop is not a leader, but a dictator of the most dangerous kind. "Rather than be in the hands of an ecclesiastical ma? chine, manipulatew by this man, I prefer io retire." Xo aef,>n was ta? ken on the letter by the com" Tence. SHOT CHIEF OF POLICE. West Point, Ga., Nv. 23.-James Johnson, a merchant, of Lanette, Ala., shot and instantly killed Chief of Po lice J. W. Jones. ,-:t Lanette today fol lowing a quarrel. Johnson surender