The watchman and southron. (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, November 28, 1906, Image 2
"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.
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'.'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 .
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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?
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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.
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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.
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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